Dearka's lips curled up at the corners in a sneaky grin, but he dutifully ignored the explosion of the silver-haired boy and continued on with his task. Yzak stood with his hands curled into fists, sputtering incoherently. Finally, when Dearka had finished, he faced his flushed and impatient partner with his arms folded in accomplishment.
"All set."
"Just what are you doing? Have you gone absolutely stark raving mad?" The pale Coordinator was nearly foaming at the mouth. "If you think I'm going to cooperate with you while you…just…um…" He trailed off as Dearka spread himself elegantly atop the sofa.
Yzak, despite all his effort, blushed a brilliant red that almost matched the deep hue of the scattered rose petals that Dearka had sprinkled along the sofa and rug. The blonde now sat, gazing at him expectantly, while Yzak struggled to hide his irrational hunger. The tanned blonde had decorated their dorm like the hotel room of a pair of newlyweds. Yzak stifled a sigh. At least now the idiot had his pants back on as well. The situation was disgustingly adorable, and yet somehow, he found it all quite appealing. Perhaps it was because Dearka was the one perched so suggestively among the floral decoration.
"Geez, that shut you up real good." Dearka lifted an eyebrow, fixing his amethyst eyes on his partner from across the room. "I'm just being an ass. I know you hate this kind of thing. Relax."
Yzak stared at him with a blank expression.
"Well all right then." The blonde leaned back luxuriously and laced his fingers behind his head. "Guess I'll just take a nap, seeing as I made you lose your appetite and you copped out so soon…"
"Don't even think about it!"
Dearka hid a tiny smirk of satisfaction as Yzak exploded.
"You aren't getting out of this, Elsman! No one's copping out of anything," the blue-eyed youth fumed as he shot his partner a filthy sneer.
"Sure you aren't too worn out already?" It was just the push Yzak needed.
"Worn out? I'll show you worn out, you bastard." He stormed his way over to the sofa and straddled his tanned opponent, seizing his wavy locks in one hand and drawing him into a hard kiss. Then he stopped, because Dearka was laughing.
"And what, may I ask, is so damn funny?"
The sleek pilot of the Buster chuckled, looping his fingers into the belt loops of Yzak's jeans and pulling him closer. "You're irresistible when you're angry, do you know that?" He set himself to sifting his fingers through the pale boy's long silken locks, his light touch making Yzak's senses awaken once again.
"I'll make you mine, Elsman, just you wait," Yzak breathed, their eyes locked as he felt himself begin to get lost once more in the blonde's luxurious touch.
"We'll see who claims whom later on," Dearka answered, gently taking the other boy's hand and brushing his lips over the sensitive pulse point on his wrist.
"Shit," Yzak muttered as he felt himself melt at the sensation.
There was no more time for talking after that. Yzak was plunged headfirst into a realm that he knew he could never come back from. He'd had a taste of a forbidden fruit, felt the beginnings of an experience that he knew was almost too delicious to be true. He could never turn back again. He was completely and utterly addicted to Dearka Elsman, his touch, his scent, and his voice. He craved the tanned youth more than he'd ever craved anything. Not even the numerous red petals that lay silently around them could distract him from the thing he wanted most. And oh, he wanted it — badly.
He could hardly breathe. Dearka's lust for him was unrelenting, as was his for Dearka. The blonde indulged him with a long, luscious kiss before shifting them both to a sitting position, Yzak's back propped up against the cushions. He spread his legs, and Dearka knelt between them, still lavishing the silver-haired youth with an array of heavy, moist kisses on his neck and collarbone. The blonde moved hastily, his insatiable thirst apparent, as if he'd burst with too much desire if he waited a moment longer. Yzak let his arms wrap possessively around his partner's neck while Dearka's hands glided up his back and finally came to rest at his shoulders.
Momentarily, the blonde's grip loosened and his hands dropped to the buttons on Yzak's pants. The pilot of the Duel readily accepted the advance, recognizing his partner's need to take things a step further. He moaned softly into Dearka's mouth, his tongue mingling with that of the tanned youth's as the blonde allowed his fingers to slip beneath the waistline of his jeans. Then Yzak's control wavered dangerously. It was all he could do to keep from crying out his desire, and they'd barely gotten started.
Dearka read him like an open book, feeling the other boy's overpowering lust come through in the way his grip on his shoulders seemed to tighten involuntarily. In an instant he'd released Yzak's lips from his powerful lock and moved quickly down to his navel, planting a myriad of kisses along his waistline before directly seizing the other boy with his mouth.
"Dearka," the silver-haired youth moaned, his eyes glazing over with a pure, aching lust.
Yzak was stunned, but he was too far gone to protest. Dearka's enticing movement was enough to make him cry out in passion. He held his ground, however, instead spreading his legs wider to allow his enthusiastic partner more access. He leaned his head back on the sofa, unknowingly knocking aside a group of scarlet rose petals. They fluttered down onto his lap while Dearka kept up his enticing routine, the inside of his mouth warm and sticky and dangerously appealing. Yzak's hands roamed to his partner's wavy blonde locks, and he entangled his fingers in the boy's smooth hair, guiding his languid in-and-out motion to satisfy his compelling yearnings. Deeper and deeper Dearka delved, until he drew a shudder of delight and a low, soft moan from the pale youth above him, quivering in excitement himself as he heard Yzak's breathing become ragged and uneven.
The silver-haired gundam pilot didn't know how much more he could take before he hit his breaking point. Just as he felt he would erupt from his desires, Dearka pulled away, pausing to gaze at him through hooded, lust-ridden eyes while licking a thick, sticky substance suggestively from one corner of his mouth. Yzak's heart pounded in his chest.
"I totally owned you," the blonde grinned impudently.
Yzak was past the point of making his usual snide remarks. "God, don't stop now," he groaned while Dearka swiped the back of his hand across his mouth and grinned at him in conquest.
"Don't wanna wear you down too fast," came the insolent response.
Yzak snorted, his face still flushed from the sensuous encounter. "Fuck you."
"Oh, I will."
"I'm going to beat the fucking shit out of you for this, you bastard."
"Is that so?" There was a mischievous glint in the tanned boy's eye. "You can try it in the bedroom."
"Aw, that's too bad," Yzak mocked, his tone biting and laden with heavy sarcasm as he struggled to control his unsteady breathing. "All your effort to make the room look like a women's day spa, and now we're leaving."
All at once, Dearka became serious. "Yzak," he started, "You still think this is a game."
The paler boy blinked his icy blue orbs, gazing at him silently from under long lashes. "Excuse me?"
The blonde sighed and picked himself up, settling himself onto the sofa beside his partner. He slid his arms around the other's slender waist, resting his chin on a pale shoulder and murmuring low into his ear, the way he knew the boy couldn't resist.
Yzak tilted his head slightly to get a better glimpse at him. Dearka's eyes were closed, a slight frown making itself noticeable on his flawless features.
"Elsman, are you cuddling with me?" The ill-tempered boy's tone was poisonous.
"Just shut up and listen."
Yzak waited patiently, but no explanation followed. Finally, the silver-haired Duel pilot extracted himself from Dearka's grip and faced him, a sour look adorning his countenance.
"You're the one making this into a game, Dearka," he exclaimed. "You had me at your mercy just now, but you stopped. I don't know what type of carnival you think this is, but how do you expect me to take you seriously when the only thing on your mind is getting me to be as submissive as possible?"
"That's just it," Dearka gritted, "You don't take me seriously. You're too wrapped up in your own desires to listen to what I've been trying to get across."
"My desires, Elsman? I'll tell you what my desires are." His eyelids lowered and he ran his gaze over every muscled inch of his partner seductively. "I want to finish this, and I want you in that bedroom now."
Dearka looked him straight in the face. "You also want Athrun Zala, but you can't have him, can you?"
Yzak froze, and his eyes hardened. "What did you say to me?" The inquiry came out a hoarse whisper.
"I think you heard me, Yzak." There was a hint of a deep, hidden emotion in the tanned boy's amethyst eyes. Pain.
The silver-haired youth didn't say a word, confirming his clever adversary's assumption. Had it been that obvious? He hated Athrun Zala with all his heart, but there was a fine line between repulsion and attraction, one that Yzak feared he'd been tempted to cross one too many times. Now his roommate had read it in his actions, seen it in his attitude. He could no longer deny it. However, he could hold his silence, therefore retaining a fair amount of dignity.
"He's straight, Yzak," came the blunt statement from the other boy on the sofa.
Yzak's cheeks blushed a rosy color, yet he remained mute.
Dearka could see the conflict pass over his partner's face through his rapidly changing expression, and he softened just a bit. "What I've been trying to tell you is that if you dwell on it for too long, you're going to get hurt. I don't wanna see that happen to you."
"And? Your playing games with me is supposed to somehow fix the problem?" There. Now it was too late to deny it. At least he knew he could trust Dearka.
The blonde blew out another deep breath. "To you, this might be a casual encounter, but to me it isn't. That's what I've been trying to tell you, but you're so busy with your own denial that you haven't even noticed."
Yzak's eyelids flickered. "Are you trying to tell me, Elsman, that all this actually means something to you?" He watched the opposite Coordinator conscientiously as he seemed to consider answering the question that had been so casually posed.
Then the blonde shrugged. "Forget it, Yzak, just forget it."
"Elsman, I have no idea what you're getting at, but I know neither of us can sit here for much longer."
It was suddenly as if the previous conversation had never occurred. Dearka's face lit up with a roguish grin, and he laid a light kiss on Yzak's cheek and spoke in a low, seductive whisper.
"I'm going to make you want me so badly that you'll be screaming by the time I'm done with you."
This time, a sly smirk weaved itself onto the blue-eyed boy's face as he countered the tempting challenge. "You may have to re-think that theory. Now it's my turn."