HIIIEEEEEEE, sooo i decided to take a break from my other story to write this smut filled deliciousness between Jean and Marco buuuuut it quickly turned into me wanting to write this into a whole story haha. (I know, im horrible :P) I highly suggest you listen to the song "Closer" by: Nine Inch Nails while reading the first part of this story, hence the title :P also, please, please, PLEASE REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! or at least PM me what you thought of the story, i really enjoy feedback :)

WARNING: CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT, THIS IS A YAOI STORY SO IF YOU DONT LIKE, DONT READ. ALSO, I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS. (if i did, marco would be alive and happily gay with Jean, forever and ever :3)

Now with the formalities out of the way, I present you...

Like An Animal

The pounding music lulled Marco into a trance, as he stared into his empty glass. This was his fourth beer, and probably would be his last considering he had work the next day. Setting his glass down, he turned around to face the dance floor where couples gyrated on each other in a sweaty, hot mass. He was never one to dance, only when he was very intoxicated to the point of not caring what others thought of him.

Standing up from his stool seat, he stumbled slightly to the left and was caught by someone. Strong hands held him up by his arms, as he struggled to get his feet back underneath him. Groggily, he looked up and started to apologize, his mouth unable to form coherent words due to his buzz still going on strong.

'I-I'm sorry, I was- just going to um.. Hi?'

The other man chuckled and helped the enebriated man back onto a stool at the bar, hopping up next to him. The stranger wore a brown v-neck vest over a crisp white button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show off his muscular arms, and dark blue jeans that hugged his taut ass.

Marco looked the man up and down, drinking in his sexy, comanding prescense. God, he's fucking gorgeous..

'Well, thanks. You arent too bad on the eyes, yourself.' The man chuckled, winking at Marco.

Did i just seriously say that out loud?! Marco cringed, his face turning bright red.

'I didnt mean- I'm uh Marco..' He tried his hardest to make the words come out like he wanted, but his mouth had shutdown in the wake of this hunk before him. The man slowly turned towards Marco, leaning his face down to the others ear.

'You are absolutely adorable when you ramble like that' The breathy words on Marco's neck were absolutely intoxicating, as was the musky cologne that filled his nose. 'My name is Jean, by the way'

Marco felt his knees buckle with every word Jean whispered seductively in his ear. His pants started to feel tight, the familiar heat started to settle in his stomach. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the pounding erotic song that caused the next chain of events. Whatever it was, it had felt dam good.

Taking Marco's hand in his, Jean pulled him over to a dimly lit corner booth where he sat him down and straddled the flustered male. Placing his hands on Jean's hips, the male on top slowly started to grind circles on his hardening member. Jeans arms grasped the back of the seat behind Marco's head, helping him keep the motions in time with the music. Electronic thumps filled the air, as Jean kept himself steady while rocking his hips on Marco's lap.

Marco's head was thrown back against the seat, his face contorting in immense pleasure. Gripping Jean's hips hard enough to bruise, he bucked his erection in time with the other's to create as much friction as possible. He suddenly felt Jean stand up, gasping at the loss of pressure. It didnt last for long as he felt lips crush against his, felt the desperate need to dominate as their mouths met. He felt heat surge through his body as Jean's tongue glided across his lower lip. Marco groaned, pushing his tongue against the others lips, needy for entrance into the unexplored cavern.

Jean parted his lips with a smile, letting Marco sloppily inspect every inch of his mouth with his tongue. Marco gripped a fistfull of the other's hair in his hand, pulling him in deeper into the kiss, his body aching for more. Turning Marco to the side, Jean laid him down and eagerly climbed on top. He could feel the warmth that emenanted from the man below. Jean pulled abruptly out of the kiss and turned his attention to the zipper below.

'Wh-what, wait s-stop' Marco tried grabbing at his crotch only to have both his hands caught in Jean's grasp. Pinning them above his head, Jean stared intently down at Marco.

'Isn't this what you wanted?'

'N-No but I-'

'Then tell me to stop'

'What?'

'Tell me to stop and that you want me to leave' Marco felt like he had been slapped, did he really want this? To be dominated in public? To give in and let someone else take control? The idea was foreign to him, foreign and tantalizing all at the same time.

I dont want you to stop, I want you to fuck my brains out but.. Marco knew Jean was waiting for an answer, so he didn't have much time to think it over.

'I-I want you, Jean'

'Say it, with more confidence' Marco felt a hand leave his wrists, starting to trace maddeningly slow circles down his chest, towards his lower half.

'I want you, Jean' He felt his zipper being pulled down as he spoke those words.

'What do you want from me, Marco?' A hand undid the button on the top of pants. Marco gulped.

'I-I want you to f-fuck me' Looking down, he saw Jean lift the bottom of his shirt and suckle a path down to his erection as he slipped off his pants and boxers in one motion. God, this feels amazing.. Marco's face burned. Here he was in a bar, with his pants off, about to get fucked by a guy he just met. He then felt fingers trace their way up to his mouth.

'Open' It was a command, not a suggestion. Marco opened his mouth and Jean inserted two fingers, swishing them around until he felt he had enough lubricant. Kneeling down, Jean gingerly placed a finger on Marco's puckered entrance. Marco gasped at the contact, squirming at the odd sensation. Slowly, Jean let one finger into the tight hole, causing Marco to cry out and tense up.

'Relax, Marco. I promise I wont hurt you, but you need to relax' Marco whimpered and nodded in reponse.

Feeling the tension release slightly, Jean inserted the other finger and began to use scissoring motions to loosen him up. Granted, Jean was a lot bigger then two fingers but it would have to do for now. Jean stood and undid his pants, his throbbing erection flopped out, eager for entrance into Marco's tight hole. Spitting into his hand, he stroked his cock until it was lubricated enough for him. Placing the tip at Marco's pink entrance, he looked down into Marco's eyes.

'Are you ready?'

Marco nodded, his eyes were shut and tears brimmed at the corners. Jean felt a pang of pity, if he could just last until that special spot was found..

'Marco, look at me. Please, open your eyes'

Marco slowly opened them, pleadingly gazing into Jean's. Slowly, Jean started to enter Marco. Inch by inch, he penetrated Marco but with gentle care. Marco whimpered with every movement, feeling pain and pleasure all mixed into one. Once he was all the way in, Jean stopped and looked down into the brown eyes that were glazed over with lust and pain.

'What now, Marco? Do you want me to continue?'

'Y-yes I gah.. Please, f-fuck me'

Marco's eyes were shut once again, as he squirmed from the unfamiliar sensation.

'I know you can do better then that..'

Marco's eyes shot open, he had had enough. Feeling embarassed for the third time tonight in front of this sex god, he decided he was done with it. Staring dead into Jean's eyes, without hesitation, he said

'I want you to fuck me like an animal..'

Jean's eyes glowed with lust, heat surged through out his whole being. Never had he been so turned on in his life. Grinning devilishly, he proceeded to thrust into Marco, trying to find the sweet spot that would make him go crazy.

'F-fuck me, J-Jean Oh God! Fuck Me! AHH!'

Marco felt like he was seeing stars as his vision blurred, that last thrust hitting just the right spot. Over and over Jean pounded his prostate, while Marco cried out and writhed below him. He felt the heat gathering in his stomach and yearned for the release that was close at hand. Panting hard, Jean reached down and started to pump Marco's leaking member in time with his thrusts.

'I-I'm go-going to.. J-Jean I'

'Lets.. Cum.. Together' Jean began to pick up the pace eager to release his seed into the tight wet hole.

'I c-cant AH, JEAN!' Hot semen spurted in streams,out onto Marco's stomach. Jean felt the hole tighten around his cock, milking him for all he was worth, as Marco rode out the rest of his orgasm.

'M-Marco, ah fuck!' Jean threw back his head, pleasure coursing through his body as an intense orgasm ripped through his being. Exhausted, he pulled out his softening cock and laid next to the panting, freckled man. Marco turned and stared at the blonde next to him, wondering what the hell he had just done.. Jean turned to look at Marco and the two locked eyes. After what seemed like an eternity, Jean finally broke the silence. Propping himself up on one elbow, he draped the other arm over Marco' chest.

'So I dont suppose you would want to come home with me for round two, huh?'

2 hours earlier

The cool night air kissed Jean's cheeks as his highly trained eyes stared into the night. He breathed in deep, filling his lungs with the refreshing breeze that rolled over the rooftops. Such a beautiful night he sighed, turning to the right to look at the full moon that illuminated the rooftop he lay on.

'Stallion, this is Raven, do you copy?' Jean groaned, frustrated that his moment of peace had been ruined by reality.

'This is Stallion, I read you loud and clear, over'

'Do you have the target in sight?' Jean placed his cheek onto the butt of his beloved 50 caliber sniper rifle, peering through the infrared scope as he trained the crosshairs on his mark. Jean smiled at how oblivious the man was, they always were and that alone was Jean's favorite part of all this. Sniping was his specialty kill, but he preferred the chances when it got a little more.. up close and personal.

'Roger that, Raven, target is acquired'

'Ready, on your mark. Cleaning up crew is standing by'

'Stallion, over and out' Clicking off his earpiece, Jean pulled it out and replaced them with two ear buds that were connected to his mp3 player. The sounds of classical opera music filled his head, relaxing all the tension in his body. Breathing in deeply, he nestled into his weapon and looked down the sights to stalk his prey. Sniping was an art, at which Jean expertly became a master of from the very first weapons qualification he went through in basic training.

Breathing in he switched the weapon to semi, filling his lungs with air as he followed the target until the man was seated into a swiveling leather chair. You, are mine now. Releasing the breath he held in, he slowly started to squeeze the trigger until he had reached the slight pause in between breaths and pulled the trigger the rest of the way.

*BANG*

Jean felt the familiar kick of the gun as he looked through the scope to confirm his kill. Smiling, he watched the man crumple forward out of his chair into a lifeless heap. Pulling himself into a seated position, he began to make quick work of disassembling his rifle knowing he only had about a minute before the enemy traced his shot back to the roof. Jean took out the ear buds and replaced them with the tiny ear communicator he wore before.

'Raven, this is Stallion. Kill is conf-'

'STALLION, MISSION HAS BEEN COMPROMISED. REPEAT, ABORT MISSION, ABORT MISSION!' Gunshots could be heard in the background of the transmission, causing Jean to pale. No, no NO! He quickly became a flurry of movement, stripping his gun into pieces before jamming into each slot with a frenzy. He slammed the case shut, and pulled out the grappling hook attached to his belt. Wrapping it around a smoke pillar, he faced the edge of the building and looked down into the deserted alley below.

Strapping the rifle case to his back, he placed a foot on the ledge before leaning forward and starting his descent down the wall. He felt the air rush past him as he ran down the wall. The ground started to come up fast, Jean pushed off from the wall and landed with a loud thud on the ground below. Sprinting over to the hidden black van, he stopped and threw open the doors only to have four guns pointed in his face.

ahhhhhhh, i didnt want to turn this into a story BUTTTT i am now mwahahahaha! chapter two soon to be on its way! dont fret :) REVIEW PLEASE!