Morning After (TLH-Verse; locked to lighteningcount)

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For the first time in a weeks, Michael slept... not only his typical half-waking snooze, but the sort of disgusting, drooling deep sleep he was only capable of with a sufficiently high blood alcohol level and an orgasm. He woke slowly, letting the previous night's events come back to him with a crushing accuracy. He'd gotten drunk, been a little bit of an idiot, floored an asshole... and somehow everything had ended up all right with whatever the hell was going on with the younger man that had apparently tumbled into his life unexpectedly.

Stretching his aching arms in the large bed, he only found cool silk each direction. Experimentally, he struck out blindly with his legs - still nothing. The headache was mild, but his mouth felt like he'd been chewing wool all night. Apparently he'd slept harder and longer than he'd actually intended to. "Zechs?" He asked quietly, not yet ready to open his eyes. "You here?"

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Insane was a good way to put it, but Michael's body throbbed with approval with each whimpering moan of his lover as he felt the wetness of his precome against his palm.

It didn't bleed, he forced himself to stop short of breaking this more solid skin - content to mark and suck on the flesh under his mouth, surely bringing up a dark bruise with the familiar double crescent marks of teeth. He moaned in his throat against Zechs' sweet skin, his fingers gripping even tighter on his hardness - stroking with determination. There would be no question in his mind that Zechs was his... his lover.

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He screamed, nails digging into the skin he was clinging to. Zechs whimpered over and over. He wanted so much more from the man. He wanted everything that could be given.

"God please... Michael. Fuck me..."

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Michael growled again as he let up off bruised, marked flesh. Without word, he roughly flipped the younger man onto his knees and yanked down his pants to his thighs before opening his fly and shoving down his tented shorts. Something about the younger man, about this place - made him just want to lose control, to pull away from the reserved spy the real world had delivered. Maybe it was why he was there, it didn't matter... At that precise moment all that mattered was getting to do something crazy.

With one hard thrust, he slammed himself inside Zechs' already used asshole, bouncing him off the mattress. Animal, Michael began pounding him raw, hard and fast, doubled over until his mouth once more found the familiar flesh of his shoulder - seeking out a fresh place to mark his territory.

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His world was hazy, the only points he could focus on where Michael and the pleasure. Zechs gasped and shuddered as the older man pulled away. He was about to protest when he was forcefully turned over.

He didn't understand this. This thing with Michael, the desperate need he felt around him. He just didn't know. Never before had he felt like this with anyone else. Not even his time with Treize had been desperate. That had been more calculated, careful. Butt this... It was all the pent up desire and passion he had. all the emotions he had supressed, everything he hadn't allowed himself to be during the war, while he gained his revenge. The brutual revenge on the man that killed his family. There was no room for emotions in war.

A choked cry escaped him as Michael entered him again. The feel of him, the way it was so brutual. God it was addicting. "Mike..." Zechs managed to gasp out.

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Michael didn't relent, he pushed himself even harder - grunting and moaning against the flesh of Zechs' shoulder in between gentle licks and hard nips at the skin.

"Mmm... yeah..." He growled between clenched teeth - hell, if anyone he knew had seen him in this moment of frenzy they'd have assumed he was drugged or had finally snapped... Fi would have enjoyed it, and then kicked his ass. "You like this?" He groaned low and loud, his mouth once more finding the hot flesh he'd been teasing.

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Another strangled cry escaped him and he nodded. "Yes, yes!" Zechs clutched the bedspread tightly in his hands. He just...

"Michael..." he panted, "Please..."

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He tried to hold back, but he was still tender and tingling from the previous activities and riding the high of taking total control of his lover. "Want me to fill you up again, my toy?" He growled, letting up off another fresh mark. "Tell me. Now."

The younger man's whimpers and begging were intoxicating, driving him even harder as he frantically pounded him open.

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"Yes!" He cried, "Please!"

All he could do was beg for his lover. The blonde whined and clawed at the sheets. It was insane. This, all of it. So insane. So wild. But he loved it.

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Shuddering hard as he once more dug in for another soft piece of flesh between his teeth - Michael gave one last hard bite before slamming himself hard and fast against his lover.

With several jarring thrusts, he drove Zechs into his bed - finally letting up with a loud string of obscenities as he shot inside him again. "God... yes... grrr..." He growled, still thrusting against him even as the hard spurts gave way to a tingling pain of over-sensitivity.

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He couldn't help the cry that came from his throat as he came. Zechs felt overloaded with so much. Passion, desire, relief... He whimpered and slumped down against the bed.

"Oh Michael... Michael..."

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Wrapping his arms fully around Zechs' shoulders and his knees around his solid hips, Michael let his weight settle down on top of his strong lover.

Slowly, still panting and tingling from head to toe, he began to come to his senses. It was crazy, he'd been part of some crazy stuff in his time but he was not usually the one starting it. "Are you... All right?" He asked softly, pressing demure kisses across the bruised and red flesh he'd marked - feeling the heat of the pain he had caused.

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"Huh?" He looked at Michael and then nodded, "Yes, I'm fine." Zechs smiled lazily at him. He was okay, perfectly okay. He was happy, content. It sounded nice, to be so close to someone.

Of course he didn't want to say anything to the other man. He didn't want to spook him.

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Michael shifted just enough to allow the look and then claimed his mouth with a soft kiss. "I mean it..." He replied in all seriousness, moving one arm to trace over the hot, raised flesh of his bites.

"I broke skin..." He found the spot where his teeth had bit into the soft flesh, rolling his thumb over the red welt - finding just a small amount of drying blood left behind.

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"I enjoyed every moment of it." He replied, relaxing under the soft touches.

"I'm exhausted..." the blonde muttered, "Do you think you've fucked me senseless yet?"

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A slow smile cracked Michael's concerned lips and he once more began to kiss at the marked flesh, enjoying his position on top of Zechs' strong back.

"Mmmm, I sure hope so. I don't think I've got another one in me... you know, I'm nearly an old man." He chuckled under his breath, pressing another line of soft kisses from his neck up to the curve of his lover's jaw to once more find his mouth.

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"Psh, you're not that told. Can't be a day over forty." He replied before nuzzling against Michael.

"I'm happily exhausted."

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"Forty-one." His dry chuckle came a little louder, a comfortable and almost foreign sound from his lips. "Forty-two in January... if time passes the same way here."

He was determined not to leave at the rate he was going. He hadn't felt so relaxed since... well... forever. Even as a child there was too much shit in his life to actually be calm and in the moment. It was intoxicating in itself... it made it so easy to let go.

"And I'm glad I can put you through the paces."

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"Sometimes you make me feel older than twenty-three." He said, "And you look good for being forty-one."

Zechs stretched out and then curled against him. "I turn twenty-four on Christmas."

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He laughed softly, a rare and genuine Michael Westen laugh, at the thought. "Practically robbing the cradle." He kissed Zechs again before casually rolling onto the bed beside him, belly up and spent.

"Guess it only really matters that we're happy." He smiled, rubbing his belly. "I'm starving... You?"

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Zechs couldn't help but smile at that laugh. It was nice. "If you're going to complain, I just won't come around anymore." The blonde shot back, smirking.

"Yeah, I could go for some food, as long as it doesn't lead to another repeat of this morning." He muttered the last part more to himself than Michael. He needed to take another shower. Ugh moving.

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Michael nodded, rolling onto his side to wiggle up close against him. "You know the shower is big enough for two..." He licked his lips and pressed a warm kiss against his lover's mouth.

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Zechs glanced at him only to be rewarded with a kiss. He. Smiled and then pulled away from him. "Mmm... I know that look, will we really be getting clean? Or will we be doing other, more satisfying things?"

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Michael stifled a laugh behind a tired grin, kissing him again.

"Mmmm, I don't think I could if I tried." He murmured softly, reaching out to once more run his fingertips over the ugly marks. "But for you,I'd try."

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"I'm exhausted." He answered, "No need for special treatement."

Zechs yawned and then curled against Michael. He was happy right where he was. "Maybe again after I take a nap. You exhaust me."

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He couldn't help but laugh again. Smiling, Michael embraced him with more warm kisses. "First. Shower. Then, lunch?" He traced his hand down Zechs' side before continuing; "And then a nap?"

Sometimes it was all right to feel a little old.

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