Okay yeah, this is xxravenwingxx back with another collectionof ficlets and drabbles, once again for a livejournal community, though it is deayza this time! So this is the DearkaxYzak 20 Themes challenge. So anyways:
Title: "Shut up Zala!"
Theme: #19 Persona
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 682
Characters/Pairings: DY of course; Athrun, mention of Nicol
Author's Notes: Haven't written slash before, so decided to sort of dive in head first. This is proof that my mind needs to be yanked from the gutters (hey, at least it didn't fall into the sewers in this one at least)
Disclamer:Gundam Seed and Destiny not mine. Wish they were though. -is sad- but they're not. so get over it.
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"Shut up Zala!" Dearka said, trying not to smirk as he imitated the sharp temper of his comrade Yzak. Athrun was laughing despite himself, and Nicol had already excused himself with the reason of a sore stomach. "You shouldn't be better than me! You aren't better than me!"
Yzak gritted his teeth in annoyance and anger, scowling fiercely as he gave his 'you're so dead' glare to Dearka, who, as usual, ignored it and continued his imitation. That idiot never knew when to shut up! He fumed silently, grinding his teeth with every word. But what finally set him off, like a volcanic eruption, was mention of his inability to be Zala.
"Shut the fuck up, Elthman!" Yzak snapped at last, fingers curled tightly into fists that quivered with rage.
"Shut the fuck up, Elthman," Dearka mocked in a high-pitched, girly voice, flashing the Duel pilot an evil grin as Athrun laughed even harder.
Yzak's face darkened as he leapt to his feet, storming out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him. No one laughed at him, especially that bastard Zala! Soldiers jumped out of his way as he strode angrily down the corridors, stalking into the room he shared with Dearka—that two-timing traitor! —in a huff. Dearka, out of all the others, was the one who was most aware of Yzak's hatred for Athrun, yet he just had to go out and mock that, in front of Zala on top of it all! That idiot!
Yzak snarled violently, punching the wall next to Dearka's cot with his bare fist, resulting in a small dent and sore, reddened knuckles.
The door slid open a moment later, revealing what Yzak would call a worried Dearka if he didn't know better. Little did he know that Dearka had hurriedly excused himself to Athrun, trailing Yzak back to their room and giving him a moment to cool off before entering. "Yzak…" Dearka started, unsure.
Yzak growled as the door slid shut behind the Buster pilot. His anger boiled as he surged forward, pinning a startled Dearka to the door, his hands pressing the blonde's shoulders firmly against the hard surface. "Why do you always have to humiliate me in front of Zala?" he demanded, blue eyes blazing with fury. "Why?"
Dearka sighed. "Why can't you ever take teasing in good humor?" he asked in returning, staring back with calm, lavender eyes.
Yzak snarled slightly. "That wasn't what I asked!" he shouted, his fingers tightening their grip.
Dearka would've shrugged and smirked, had this been anyone but Yzak. But it was Yzak. A sly grin appeared on his face as a thought formed in his head. Yzak opened his mouth to demand what he found so amusing, but stopped, shocked, as Dearka snaked forward to press his lips to Yzak's.
Dearka's eyes twinkled in amusement as his tongue darted into Yzak's open mouth, causing the other boy to gasp, his hold on Dearka slackening. It was Yzak who finally broke off the kiss, panting with wide eyes as Dearka smirked.
"What the hell was that for?" Yzak yelled when he recovered from his shock, letting go of Dearka as he backed up a step.
Dearka smiled innocently. "Oh, I think you felt what that was for," he drawled.
Yzak blinked, then spun and stalked across the room to his own cot, trying to hide his jitteriness. Yes, he'd felt what Dearka had meant. The kiss…had been wonderful. It has seemed so right. But it wasn't. Was it? He tugged at his already made bed just for an excuse to ignore the boy who had, in an instant, turned his world upside down.
The Duel pilot's breath caught in his throat as he felt a presence behind him, and hot breath on his neck as Dearka gave it a caressing kiss, causing the silver-haired boy to shiver in delight he couldn't hide.
Dearka smiled at the feelings he knew he was causing, feelings that mirrored his own. Yzak had always tried to deny it, but Dearka wasn't going to let him run anymore.
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so yeah, theres the first one. dont kill me please.
xxravenwingxx