A/N: I'M BACK IN BLACK, BABY! My computer crashed and burned but now I'm back! I love reviewers and I send a huge thanks to those who took the time to do so. And now on with the story...

Disclaimer: I own nothing. (Wow, I'm getting the strongest feeling I've done this all before.)

Warning: While I won't describe the insertion of anything important I have no problem with covering the foreplay, just thought you should know ahead of time.

Previously: All except Andros and Zhane have vacated the room. Foreboding is coming off Andros in waves and Zhane won a strip tease.

"I won!" Zhane clapped his hands in glee. Andros' indignant disposition softened, he looks like a kid in a candy store. 'Yeah and you're the lollipop.' Andros blushed hotly at the... debauched direction his thoughts had taken.

Zhane had settled down by now and was watching the emotions swirl though Andros' eyes. "Sweetheart, you don't have to go through with this, I was just joking around." Not really though.

"You don't want me to?"

Andros looked so small and rejected Zhane's heart ached. "Trust me Sweetheart, I want you to." he rectified quickly. "That and a whole lot more." he muttered. Andros just smiled shyly. "Do me a favor though?"

"It all depends on how depraved it is."

"Will you let down your hair?"

"Wha-"

"Come on 'Dros, you hardly ever wear it down these days and I miss it." Zhane pouted shamelessly knowing that Andros wouldn't be able to say 'no'.

"Oh alright." Andros sighed, pulling out the rubber band and sifting though the soft, striped mass a bit.

Zhane gave a sigh of contentment. Let the teasing commence, he thought as Andros grabbed the hem of his own shirt and began to lift it. When a certain amount of skin was showing he just bucked it up over his head.

The air whooshed out of Zhane's lungs as he gazed at Andros' exposed upper half. Scars of cuts and burns gone by crissed crossed his flesh, marring the smooth porcelain quality of his skin. "Andros what happened to you?" In a flash Zhane was up and standing toe to toe with him.

Andros averted his eyes, "A lot happened while you were gone, and not all of it was good." His voice shook with emotion and he frowned fiercely. Zhane wanted so much to see him smile but didn't know how, but then it came to him. Zhane leaned into him, but Andros started back.

"Wha-What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to kiss you, so hold still Sweetheart."

Andros listened and stayed as still and cold as an ice sculpture. But with the first tender brush of Zhane's lips he melted. The kiss deepened as Zhane pressed him closer to the line of his body and tangled his fingers in the streaked hair. They parted briefly to take a breath.

"I can't tell you, not yet."

"Shh Sweetheart, I would never ask you to."

"I will, but not yet... Not yet."

"Shh." Zhane whispered, silencing his scarred lover with a kiss. Within less then five minutes Andros had made him unbelievably hard. He wanted to be hilt deep inside Andros, knowing that it would be the best lovemaking that he'd ever had. But first Andros had to admit that he wanted Zhane, and he was ready to employ any means at his disposal to hear those words.

Zhane parted them once more. "Sweetheart, are you ready to finish your little strip tease for me?"

Andros nodded briefly, then gently pushed Zhane backwards into a chair. He backed up a step and then slowly began to pull down his pant's zipper. Tooth by tiny tooth. "Come on 'Dros, the suspense is killing me." With that Andros shucked them off completely. Leaving him standing there in only a pair of red satin boxers. Zhane grinned at the evidence that Andros really did want him (boxers have no support, if you know what I mean), but he still wanted to hear the words.

Giving no warning, Zhane got up and went to Andros, lacing their finger tightly. Anxiety was coming off him in waves, so to put him at ease Zhane leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "'You're perfect, absolutely perfect."

Andros gave a slight shudder as Zhane began to nibble the pulse at his throat and work his way down. He moaned in pleasure as Zhane began to gently suck on his nipple. "Please... Stop." he gasped. Why the hell am I asking him to stop?

"If you insist Sweetheart, there of plenty of other things for me to suck on." Zhane breathed, lowering himself to his knees in front of Andros.

Andros gave a little gasp when he imagined what ecstasy Zhane could give him. Zhane took the bottom hem of his boxers and began to drag it down slowly. That time Andros' gasp was one of panic.

Zhane snapped up and met Andros' parted lips once more. "Are you okay?" Andros nodded a bit, making little noises in the back of his throat. "My God you're gorgeous." Zhane whispered, starting to trace some of Andros' scars with his tongue.

"Are you gonna relieve me of my boxers yet?" Andros asked in a breathless whisper.

"I'd love to Sweetheart, but I don't think you'd let me."

"Me neither, the last time I let a guy do that," Andros stepped back and swept open his arms, "this happened."

"Oh Sweetheart."

Andros stepped forward again and began running his fingers up and down Zhane's bare chest. He shivered as Andros pressed into his flesh a bit more. "Can I have a turn?" Andros asked a split second before taking Zhane's earlobe into his mouth and tugging on it gently wtih his teeth. Next Andros moved to the tender spot near Zhane's nape and tasted the sweat there with a quick flick of his tongue.

To show his approval Zhane moaned and pressed himself closer to Andros' heat. Andros gave a strianed chuckle as Zhane rotated his hips. "Patience my eager little beaver." he scolded lightly, but Zhane was to gone to hear him.

Zhane captured Andros' lips once more and began to slowly drive him backwards. Then he noticed that Andros was clumsily fumbling with his zipper and was extremely thankful because that way he was able to shed the rest of his clothing before Andros' backside met the edge of the table. He forced Andros to half recline on the table. The nhe stopped and looked Andros in the eye; they were glazed over with lust and completely unfocused. He may want me now but what about tommorow? I don't think that my heart could take it if he has any regrets when morning comes. I want to hear the words... Who the hell am I kidding, I have to hear those words. "Andros?"

"Mm-hm?"

"Do you really want this? ... Do you really want me?"

At the doubt in Zhane's voice Andros shook himself out of it a bit. "Zhane, I need to know how this can be," he explained, placing his hand near Zhane's groin, "I need to know that it doesn't always have to hurt... I just need to know, and you're the one I want to find out with. You're the one I want Zhane."

At that all of Zhane's reserves vanished and he spent the next few hours showing Andros just how good "it" could be.

A/N: Okay one more chapter to go and this one will be up in a reasonable time frame, I'm thinking next Tuesday… Anyway you know the drill; Review Me Dammit!