The pale-haired boy rose, gripping Dearka's wrist with an urgency that was clearly apparent. The blonde allowed himself to be led vigorously into the bedroom. The lights were out, and his eager partner made no move to switch them on. Instead Yzak hurled the door shut with a crash and slammed the tanned youth against it, seizing his shoulders and pinning him down flat against the surface, taking his enticing lips in his own. He thrust his tongue into the blonde's mouth, roaming the pleasantly sticky inside while Dearka pressed himself against him. Yzak could still feel tension in his movement, however — something was still not right. No matter. He'd soon ease any doubts the other boy had with an intimate session that would rock his world.
He felt Dearka's hands tighten around his waist, and he pulled away from the kiss, leaving both of them gasping with shortness of breath.
"Damn," Dearka mused aloud, licking his lips carefully. "You're one hell of a control freak, aren't you? I like it."
"I can't seem to keep my hands off of you, Elsman. Lucky you. Shut up and get on the bed. Now."
"Yes, sir," Dearka joked, his eyes gleaming. "May I ask what you plan to do?"
"No, you may not." He rummaged through the closet rapidly, though his search was made twice as difficult due to lack of light. His partner laid down obediently, leaning casually back on the pillow to wait. Finally, the paler boy came away with something clutched in his left hand, a wicked grin creeping onto his features.
Dearka heard the swish of leather and his eyes went wide in genuine shock. "Now, Yzak, that's just a little kinky, don't you think?"
"Ha. This is what's called my version of an equivalent exchange, Elsman." Yzak strolled over to the bed, twirling the black belt lazily in one hand. "You tortured me out there in the living room. Now I get my chance to pay you back."
He climbed slowly to his partner and straddled him, his muscled thighs resting along the other boy's hips. Taking both of Dearka's wrists in his strong grip and binding them unmercifully to the posts at the head of the bed, he slid the belt tight and clasped it securely, a cruel snicker escaping his lips.
"No hands!" Dearka cried indignantly, but Yzak laid a narrow finger over his lips to silence him.
"Take it like a man."
Yzak swung his legs back over the side of the bed, and Dearka watched as he shed his jeans, kicking them absentmindedly to one corner of the dim room. In an instant, he was atop the blonde once more, his slim fingers working away at the buttons and zipper of his victim's own form-fitting bottoms. He allowed one hand to slip below Dearka's waistline, and as his fingers closed in a teasing grip, the tanned gundam pilot let out a low moan of pleasure.
"Oh god, Yzak…" He automatically tried to bring his arms around his partner's neck, but found to his dismay that he couldn't move. "Shit," he cursed with feeling, realizing that this was only the tip of the iceberg.
Yzak snickered lightly. "Well, well. That's just too bad." Still gripping his partner firmly, he bent at the waist and leaned over, bringing his own luscious lips to his adversary's jaw and kissing him. "How does this feel?"
"Too damn good," Dearka panted desperately, as Yzak ran his hand up and down the length of his hardened appendage with a languorous flair.
The pale Coordinator moved his concentration to Dearka's neck, his silken silver hair brushing the side of his quarry's cheek as he extended his tongue to leave a shining trail on his dark skin. Then he bit down on the tender area sharply, sucking passionately at the spot until he was sure he'd left a brilliant mark. When he drew away again, Dearka was gasping.
"Nice work," the blonde commented, referring to the blotted pink spot his domineering lover had undoubtedly left.
"You think I'm through? Fat chance, Elsman. I'm not nearly done with you yet."
Dearka tilted his head back to allow the opposite boy easier access his neck, and Yzak set to it with a will. He traced a pleasing trail all the way down one shoulder and moved to his collarbone, gnawing teasingly at the sweet flesh, sending shudders of excitement down Dearka's spine. The blue-eyed boy hovered just inches over him as his lips wandered the surface of his skin, purposely denying his partner the close contact he desired, drawing out the torturous game. Dearka tugged helplessly at his bonds, a weak attempt to free himself and pull the slim boy atop him to slake his yearning, but try as he might, the mighty leather belt thwarted all his efforts.
"Do you want me to free you now?" Yzak purred as he ran his hands over every inch of the blonde's firm body, his voice low and seductive like liquid smoke.
"Christ…yes."
"Well, I don't feel like letting you go just yet." He kissed a steamy trail down the captive boy's stomach, pausing at his protruding member and chuckling before licking it with ultimate pleasure. He was clearly enjoying himself.
He ran his tongue over the head, sucking just lightly enough to make the tanned boy above him tremble with unfulfilled longing. His touch was warm and sticky; the feeling sent a jolt of passion through his partner that couldn't be hidden or denied.
"You sick fuck," Dearka managed to gasp, "I didn't do anything like this to you."
"You're right, Elsman," Yzak replied reflectively, "But I like this much better."
"Untie me."
"No."
"I…I can't take this."
The silver-haired soldier lifted an eyebrow. "Oh? What a shame."
"You…you don't understand," Dearka moaned, his desire threatening to overtake him. "I was already almost at my limit, just from before…"
"Weakling."
"So help me, Yzak," the blonde boy panted, "When you let me loose…"
"Is that a threat?" Now he was nuzzling the area between his partner's legs, driving the blonde absolutely mad with heat.
Dearka strained at his tough leather bonds. Yzak looked up in alarm. They were both Coordinators after all — not ordinary humans. He supposed that if he really pushed Dearka to the brink, the tanned youth could snap right through the belt with ease, just like a ravaging wolf. He would have to take steps to prevent that.
"I'm done fooling," Yzak announced smoothly, running the tips of his fingers over the blonde's most sensitive spots. "I want to hear you screaming my name. And if you think I can't make you do that, you're mistaken."
"Christ, just hearing you say that the way you did is enough to convince me," Dearka's voice shook.
Yzak placed his narrow hips squarely atop those of his captive's, pressing down and rocking back and forth just slightly, until an involuntary moan escaped through the lips of his lover. The sound was irresistible, and it only served to make him want the blonde more. The scent of his strawberry shampoo still lingered, and he buried his face in the tanned boy's wavy hair as he shifted again up above him. He rotated his hips in the most pleasing manner he could think of, made suggestive thrusting motions, and rocked against him, supporting himself above the taller boy with his elbows while at the same time allowing little room for air between them.
Dearka's chest was heaving with the effort it took to maintain what little control he had left. Yzak's body was slender and lithe, his movements fluid and stimulating, dangerously tempting and nearly too heavenly to be real. His touch kindled the flames of sexual desire within him into a raging fire. Pale, bare skin met his own, and the heat he felt in his groin area as their erections rubbed together hard and fast was almost too much for him to bear.
"Yzak…don't stop…"
The silver-haired youth silenced him with a deep kiss, far more provocative than any he'd ever bestowed upon the feisty blonde in the past.
The combination of Yzak's unrelenting rocking and slithering tongue motions was enough to drive the tanned youth wild. He suddenly found himself aching for entry, or at the least, the permission to enter him. He didn't know which he wanted, and he didn't care — his primary concern was the delicious feeling of warm stickiness that he now could feel slicking both their abdomens and inner thighs, and it gave him a sense of ecstasy to realize that Yzak craved him as much as he hungered for the other boy.
"Uhnn…Yzak…" he murmured weakly as the warm sensation grew closer to its climax.
Yzak's eyes were glazed over with an aching lust, and he rocked even harder. "Say it again, Dearka."
The blue-eyed gundam pilot ran his whimsical fingers over his partner's chest, while the other hand slid up one of Dearka's arms and scrabbled for the buckle to the belt that held him at bay at the bedposts. Even as he sought to free the blonde, he did not cease his tantalizing routine.
Dearka bucked beneath his lover, pressing back with equal force and desire as they began to move as one entity. He cried out despite himself.
"Yzak. Oh my god…"
"Louder."
Though he was almost past the point of all logical thought, Dearka Elsman managed a characteristic comeback. "You have some sort of alpha-male complex, don't you?"
"Just fucking say my name." A command.
But Dearka had been freed at last. He pounced upon the silver-haired boy immediately, grabbing him by the hips and rolling him over in the bed until he was the one on top. Pausing just long enough to look his lover straight in the eye, he leaned so their noses touched. The blonde's lips separated, and his mouth formed a satisfied grin.
"Yzak," he whispered his lover's name insolently in response to the earlier order, and the pale youth realized with frustration that the blonde was in control once more.
"I win," Dearka continued, running his hands up and down the outside of Yzak's thighs seductively.
The silver-haired boy seized him around the neck and pulled the tanned pilot's muscled body against his own, as if the blonde was his life-giving essence. "Shut up and fuck me."
Dearka, slithering free of his jeans, needed no second bidding. He melted into the paler boy's slender arms as they held him close, detected the rise and fall of Yzak's labored breathing as the sliver-haired Coordinator elegantly spread his legs, inviting him inside. The blonde let his fingers caress the warm flesh of the boy's inner thighs, preparing him for entry by sending shooting spasms of pleasure throughout his lower body with his skilled touch.
Yzak moaned his consent, and Dearka positioned his body hungrily, inserting himself leisurely into the tight, alluring opening. He thrust upward, savoring the first delicious movement, then retracted, shuddering with delight. He thrust again, and Yzak let out a luscious cry, begging the tanned youth for more.
Yzak was carried into a realm far beyond simple enjoyment. He positively ached for Dearka. The irresistible fulfillment of heavy yearning combined with a pleasant pain sent him rocketing into a dimension of pure feeling, where there was nothing but he and the blonde boy, writhing and melting into the sheets as one. He threw his head back and screamed out his desire with passion.
"Fuck me harder, Dearka!"
The silver-haired boy nearly saw stars burst before his eyes as his lover obliged with renewed vigor. Yzak gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white, arching his back gracefully as Dearka delved deep inside him, rotating his hips in a manner that seemed to strike a delicate nerve and send a wanton tremble coursing through him. He fisted the starchy white sheets with an increasing desperation as the blonde moved himself in and out, unrelenting in his fantastic routine.
Dearka gazed down at the beautiful form beneath him, all the while satisfying himself by sliding in and out, as he savored the sounds of contentment that slipped from the blue-eyed youth being pleasured. A heavy flush had crept into the pale boy's cheeks, his head tilted back, long strands of tousled, silken hair fanned picturesquely atop the pillow. His lips were parted slightly, his icy blue eyes half-hidden by downcast lids as he panted and let his arms wrap around the muscled boy on top. When Dearka shifted his hands to Yzak's hips and pulled his body upwards to allow closer contact, the boy's fingernails dug into his lower back.
"God, you're so good," Yzak moaned into the crook of the blonde's neck, as he thrust his own pelvis forward to allow his partner even deeper inside of him. "And so fucking hard." He could scarcely breath enough to gasp out his next sentence. "Better than last time," he exclaimed as Dearka slid out again, but slower so as to allow the sensation to last.
"Don't stop," Yzak pleaded.
"I'm not stopping, I'm making this last."
But both boys were nearly spent. Yzak could feel himself reaching his breaking point, and each of them panted and gasped, slick with sweat and heavy with fatigue. Dearka could no longer hold, and he let his seed burst forth and bathe them both in its thick, sticky presence. The two orgasmed together, shudders of satisfaction wracking both their bodies as the blonde thrusted twice more to finish it and Yzak clutched him tightly, shrieking his lust into the darkness of the room. It was over.
Yzak sighed as the tanned youth collapsed atop him, indulging him with a kiss on the side of his neck. "Elsman, you're fucking amazing," he said.
"Same to you, Yzak, same to you."
The two ZAFT soldiers let their eyes flutter shut, drifting off into the world of sleep, the scent of strawberries still lingering in the air.
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Author Note:
I know I didn't cover Yzak's crush on Athrun much other than hint at it, but I didn't want it to be the focus of the story. The story was meant to be pure smutt. ; I do want to explain how that all came about though, so if you'll just stay tuned for my interpretation…
I believe it makes perfect sense for Yzak to be hopelessly attracted to our pretty blunette. The line between love and hate is very fine. Concentrate on the relationship Yzak and Athrun have – Yzak is jealous of Athrun's success, and generally just likes to give the guy a hell of a hard time. Typically, when you have an enemy like that, you fight and argue until the reason WHY you're even bickering is lost. But you see, that is when the real attachment starts. You become used to being around your enemy, always ready to provoke and start a quarrel. Then you get accustomed to having them around, almost depending on them and believing they'll always be there, if only just to thwart you in the end. But the fact is, they're there just like you expected. People keep their friends close and their enemies closer.
Imagine it – after a while Athrun and Yzak know and understand each other better than anyone else, simply from being around each other all the time, learning what makes the other one tick. After a time, I'm sure Yzak got to a point where he was disappointed if Athrun wasn't close by to bother. They may have even built up a fondness for each other. So it stands to reason that Yzak might start to love him. Perhaps I'm not explaining this clearly enough? It seems to work out in my mind. Sometimes the worst enemies turn out to be the closest lovers.
But Athrun doesn't swing that way, and there's your problem. As far as Dearka goes, he's just an outlet for all Yzak's frustration, but he's also a saving grace in that he keeps Yzak from driving himself insane with thoughts of a person he can't have. Of course Yzak cares about Dearka, but it's more the way you'd love a cousin/best friend. Dearka is the only one that Yzak can relax around, whether or not he likes to admit that. He may not act friendly towards him all the time, but Dearka is the only one he truly trusts, and the only one his walls come down around. And of course, there's the element of strong physical attraction, but it doesn't go far beyond that. With those two, it's screw first, talk later.
Yzak's feelings for Athrun, on the other hand, are far more genuine. It's a real love that focuses on emotional attachment first and the lust later on, which shows just how much Yzak actually cares for him. Since he knows he can't have Athrun, however, he continues to bad mouth him and take cheap shots, because as long as he can still argue with him, he can preserve that contact. He's hiding his true feelings in plain sight, if you will. And that's the way it works. Yup.