PAIRING: Dearka and Yzak

WARNING: Ages of eleven years before any battle, etc. If you don't like this pairing or my style of writing please leave now.

NOTE: This is my first real lemon scene, so if you like it, then I'm glad. Please Read and Review. Thank You. Also, I do not, sadly, own these characters or Gundam Seed . huggles Gundam Seed Boys But I love them none the less

This story is intended to be a one shot, but I might /might/ add another chapter or so depending on what I feel like afterwards or if I'm pushed to write more.

I hope this story doesn't get kicked off for it's content

THE ONE

Yzak hated going home from school each day. It wasn't that he didn't like being home with his mom and dad, or that his house wasn't small, actually being very big with three levels and a pool and hot tub in the back yard. The cause of his sorrow was the desire to be with the person he loved.

The discovery that he loved someone so much came as a shock to the eleven year old youth. Sure he loved his parents' a lot, but this was different. This feeling was deeper, more of a lust kind of love. Each time he saw their smiling face, when those violet eyes turned his way and a smile graced those tanned features, Yzak had felt heat rise to his cheeks, and soon after to the treasure between his legs.

At the beginning, he had tried so hard to deny these feelings, rejecting the fact he could love his best friend, a MALE friend at that. Was there something wrong with him? Kept slipping into his youthful mind, causing him to begin to avoid the male who gave him this reaction by just saying 'hello', or waving at him form a distance.

He had believed by avoiding him, his feelings would disappear; allowing him to once again be at the other eleven year olds side. It hadn't had the effect he had wanted. Yzak felt himself desiring to be near, to walk along side the other each day. His urges became greater; his lust for contact began to grow. Yzak knew that he was only straining for something that was impossible to have when his body so desired what he was denying.

After the realization came to him, he gave up on avoiding Dearka, just settling with being near him and being best friends. How could he hope for more when he had no idea of how Dearka felt towards him? Revulsion, disgust, horror, then mockery at him; all these reactions were possible from Dearka and would be directed at him. Yzak could never pass these things, to move to love, or adoration. These desired reactions never flooded his mind. He knew that Dearka was into girls and could never love him. But Yzak always hoped to be by the tanned male's side, even if it meant adoring him in secret.

"Uuff!" Yzak grunted as his shoulder was hit, sending him stumbling to the side. Catching his balance, he whipped around to see what had hit him so hard. Yzak felt his cheeks redden slightly as the figure of his lust stood apologetic before him. Yzak cocked his head to one side, hands on hips awaiting his excuse.

"Heh heh. Sorry 'bout that Yzak. I hadn't intended on hitting you, I just lost my balance when I was about to stop you." Dearka shrugged as he stepped forward; resting his hand on the shoulder he had crashed into. His thumb made a circular motion, massaging the skin beneath the navy polyester t-shirt.

Yzak turned his head to the side, his hair falling across his face to hide the blush from Dearka. "To st-stop me?" He inquired as he felt Dearka's arm slide around his shoulders, pulling him along the street turning a corner. Yzak realized that he wasn't heading towards his own home but Dearka's.

"Yeah, I need you to stay with me tonight. My mom and Dad are out on a business trip over night, but they don't want me to be alone in the house for such a long time. So your mom has offered for you to stay with me." Dearka explained with youthful excitement as he led Yzak towards his street.

Dearka was oblivious to the effect he was having on the silver haired youth beneath his arm. If he had looked down he would have discovered that Yzak had become completely red, and was holding his bag in front of his crotch to hide his erection.

"When...was this decided?" Yzak asked as they walked up the steps to enter Dearka's home. Yzak made sure not to remove his bag as he slipped off his shoes and stood to the side in the hallway.

Dearka turned to him and smiled. "Well, this morning. My mother phoned yours, but it seemed that you had left early for school so she hadn't the time to tell you. On her way to work she dropped off your stuff here, so you have no need to go home." Dearka smiled as he walked towards the kitchen.

"I see." Yzak muttered, as he trailed a few paces behind the blonde. His eyes began to roam across Dearka's body, across his fine neck, slowly looking at those strong shoulders and down that well arched back. As his eyes fell onto Dearka's firm ass, his eyes locked as Dearka's hips swayed as he turned slightly and stepped into the kitchen.

"Yo, Yzak, do you want to have some cookies?" Dearka questioned over his shoulder as he began to pull out a recipe book, flipping to the pages for deserts.

"S-sure." Yzak stole his eyes away from Dearka's bottom to get a look at his kitchen. This was the first time Yzak had been in Dearka's house farther than the hallway or sitting room.

Dearka's kitchen was rather clean, the counters a tiled blue and grey with hooks to hold some of the spatulas and flippers. There was a knife holder and two cutting boards leaning against the wall behind it. It was as if the kitchen was new, never being used before. The dishwasher was placed to the left of the counter, right to the sink.

"It's very clean." Yzak commented as he stood to the side, watching as Dearka pulled out a bag of flour, eggs, butter, chocolate chips, and vanilla.

Dearka grinned as he placed a silver bowl on the counter beside the ingredients. "Well, we like to be clean people." Was all he said as he began to pour in the flour and other ingredients into the bowl. Grabbing a whisk he began to stir the mixture together. The flour lay to his right, the bag open and forgotten.

"I can tell that." Yzak said as his legs swung small circles once he had climbed to sit on the counter to the side of the ingredients, making sure they separated himself and Dearka. His eyes were set on Dearka's chest, watching the muscles move while he stirred the cookie dough.

As the motion stopped, it startled Yzak. His eyes met with Dearka's, concluding the fact that he had known he was being watched with an intense gaze. Yzak reddened once again; feeling is erection still hot between his legs. He hugged the bag closer to his lap, fearing that Dearka would notice his hard on.

"Why? Why are you still holding your bag?" Dearka questioned, reaching out and grasping the bag firmly in his hand. With a violent tug, the bag came past him, sending itself across the kitchen floor. Dearka thought that everything had gone fine until he saw Yzak falling towards him, panic across his pale face.

"Ahh!" Yzak yelped as Dearka lost balance, knocking the open flour bag and bowl off the counter. Their contents splashed over the falling males before landing on the ground.

Dearka fell onto his back with a heavy thud, before he felt Yzak's weight crash down onto him. Both stayed silent, not moving, trying to catch their breath.

Yzak soon realized how he was positioned atop of the tanned male. His legs were sprawled to either side of Dearka, chest to chest, his erection pressed to Dearka's hips. Their faces were inches apart, their breathing mingled.

Yzak gasped and was about to pull off when two arms snaked around his slender waist, trapping him where he was. Their eyes locked as Yzak turned his face to Dearka's, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Say Yzak, was this why you had your bag in your lap?" Dearka wondered aloud, his right hand running up and down Yzak's back, his left hand real close to the boy's ass.

For a long while, Dearka had discovered that he had fallen in love with his hot headed best friend. It hadn't really shocked him though, he knew all along that he cared for Yzak, he just hadn't known how much.

Dearka began to test these feelings, how strong they were. Whenever he had the opportunity, he would stand close beside Yzak, occasionally wrapping his arm around the boy's small shoulders. When he wanted to say something, only to Yzak, Dearka had bent close, whispering in his ear.

Dearka knew that he loved Yzak with a passion. His dreams, so erotic, were filled with Yzak. The youth panting, pleading, eyes and lips lusting for him and his cock fully erect. His legs would be spread, his pink entrance inviting Dearka to fuck him. The feel of Yzak's fingers on his hot tanned skin, and his tight chamber enveloping his cock would invade his thoughts like it did now as the boy of his hot dreams lay above him.

Yzak, still oblivious to Dearka's feelings, was too caught up in his own. / how is he going to react when I tell him/

"Y-ye-yes." Yzak stuttered as his erection pulsed with blood, his body temperature seeming to rise.

"You're so hard, Yzak. So wonderfully hard!" Dearka groaned as he bucked his hips allowing their erections to rub against each other. Their clothing was barely enough to keep them enough, only helping to make it more painfully obvious of their need.

"I-I think," Yzak began, moaning at the friction. "I thinkI'vefalleninlovewithyou!" The words came out quick, barely decipherable if you didn't know what the subject or intent was.

Dearka smiled up at him, bringing their lips together. Dearka's right hand never stilled, brining itself lower so he caressed Yzak's ass, startling the silver haired eleven year old.

Yzak groaned as his hands slid up Dearka's shirt, stroking tanned skin beneath. Sliding the garment off, Yzak pulled away from the kiss, moving so he could suck at Dearka's neck. Pressing his lips down, he trailed moist kisses down Dearka's throat, bringing up red marks, possessing Dearka with each kiss.

Hands slid up his thighs and over his hips, reaching his belt. Pulling it off, Dearka removed Yzak's lower clothes so the boy lay half naked atop of him. He heard Yzak hiss as the cold kitchen air licked at his exposed skin.

Dearka soon realized that he was no longer covered in baking ingredients, the powder being licked up by Yzak, whose talented tongue took the last of it in his mouth as he sucked hard on Dearka's neck. With a groan, Dearka reversed their positions, tipping Yzak to the side before crawling over him and between his now spread legs.

Yzak's hard cock was fully erect between his legs, pre-cum dripping form the head. Yzak's aqua eyes were glazed over, a moan escaping his full red lips as Dearka's tongue went across his length.

With an urgent groan, Yzak thrust his hips upwards, begging Dearka to suck him. With this open invitation, Dearka took the erect cock into his mouth, sucking hard and licking it ravishingly.

Yzak moaned as his cock was taken into Dearka's hot wet mouth, his tongue pleasuring him making him almost cum right then. Yzak's fingers tangled themselves into Dearka's short blonde hair, pulling his head closer.

As Dearka took Yzak in as far as he could, his hands ran across the boy's thighs, his fingers tracing across Yzak's balls. Yzak moaned loudly as he was deep throated by Dearka, his eyes closing tight.

"D-Dearka!" Yzak screamed as he reached his climax, his white seed filling Dearka's mouth.

Dearka took it all, swallowing before he licked the head and pulling himself up so he could kneel in between Yzak's legs. His eyes roamed across the panting male beneath him, watching Yzak's chest rise and fall, his aqua eyes fluttering open, his lips slightly parted in a smile.

"I…Thank you." Yzak said as he smiled up at Dearka then pulled his legs apart as far as he could. Yzak put his hands on Dearka's shoulders, leaning up to kiss him on the lips. "Take me, Dearka. Fuck me with everything you have, and more."

Dearka moaned into the kiss before sliding a finger inside Yzak's hole, past the tight ring of muscle. When his finger was in, he slowly twirled it to get Yzak use to his intrusion.

At first, Yzak's muscles clamped down trying to force the digit out. But as Dearka moved his finger, Yzak's body began to relax, a moan escaping his lips.

"Oh!" Yzak gasped as a second finger was added, followed by a third. They were pushed past the knuckle, scissoring slowly then moving faster, loosing his virgin hole.

Once Dearka deemed Yzak ready, he slid his fingers out, replacing them with the head of his cock. Looking at Yzak and receiving an accepting node, he plunged his cock forward through the tight ring of muscle, going deep.

Yzak's head fell back, his grip on Dearka's shoulders tightening before loosening as his body accepted Dearka's size within him. Yzak felt the fullness within his small entrance, the pleasure of having Dearka all to himself.

"I'm ready, so fuck me!" Yzak panted, thrusting his hips into Dearka pushing the male in deeper.

With a short nod, he began to pull out, plunging in moments later. Repeating this action, he began to get a steady rhythm sending his body in small different angles in search. Hitting the desired spot, he watched as Yzak's eyes widen, a moan coming loud from his lips, his body shivering with pleasure.

"So tight, Yzak, you're so tight and hot!" Dearka moaned as he rammed that spot over and over, riding faster into the depth of his lover. With each thrust, he felt his climax nearing, drawing steadily upon him.

Ducking his head down, he licked across Yzak's collarbone, before going further and taking a nipple in his mouth, teasing it for a few seconds then moving to the next. After making them erect he concentrated on his own pleasure, pushing deep, withdrawing then plunging forward once more.

With a cry of his love's name, Dearka spilled his seed into Yzak's chamber, collapsing to the side after he carefully withdrew his softening cock. Pulling Yzak on top of him, he hugged the boy close allowing his head to rest on his rising and falling chest.

Their bodies were warm, but exhausted as they lay in silence until a noise broke that comfort.

Rinnnng…..Rinnnng…..

"Aren't you going to answer that?" Yzak inquired as his head rose to look Dearka in the face, his cheeks still slightly flushed.

"No," Dearka said. "I'm not." He smiled as Yzak shrugged and lay down once again. The call went into the answer machine, sounding across the kitchen.

"Dearka, honey, I've forgotten my organizer in the kitchen so I have to come and get it. I hope you haven't made a huge mess as I'll be there in ten to fifteen minutes. Love you." Click.

Dearka burst out laughing as he heard this, taking Yzak in his arms and standing. Looking around, he couldn't help but blush. "What a mess we've made." He said.

Yzak's eyes wondered across the room, blushing furiously. The counter was covered in pots, pans and a bit of flour. The floor wasn't as easily faired. Flour and cookie dough were everywhere, mingled with white seed from both males and a tint of blood that Yzak had spilled form the intercourse.

"We did this." Yzak said plainly, burying his face in the curve of Dearka's neck. Walking over towards the hallway, he set Yzak down.

"Go get a shower ready, I'll clean this up." Dearka patted Yzak on the ass turning back to the kitchen.

Yzak gave a little jump but smiled none the less. "Hurry up with that. Just set the organizer by the door, leave a note then come upstairs." Yzak turned and disappeared off around the corner, his steps on the stairs barely audible.

"Sure thing." Dearka said, a smile never leaving his face as he began to clean up the kitchen. His cock began to swell as the thought of Yzak in the shower filled his mind. The rest of his years to come seemed rather pleasant, but very unpredictable.

"I wonder how I'll get him to sleep with me with out him living here." Dearka wondered lightly, chuckling. "Damn, I am so lucky I fell in love with a hot angel, even if he has a hot temper."

Dearka placed the organizer on the table by the front door, a note on its side. As he walked up stairs, his hand fell to his growing arousal. "Yzak….I'm done…ready for the best part." Dearka smiled as he slipped into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

Dearka's mother opened the front door, expecting Dearka to be waiting. Only to find a note with her organizer, she took it and stepped outside walking towards her car.

Reading the note, she smiled. "So you finally found the one." Folding the note, she slid it into her wallet, as she pulled out of the drive way, the car's engine rumbling smoothly. "He'll love you so much." She whispered, blowing her son a whisper kiss, knowing it would reach him.

"That special one."

THE END…or is it?

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