MM-Verse: Unraveling Threads

[luvs_yogurt]

 He didn't sleep after his apparent reunion with one Zechs Merquise, he returned the dagger to it's owner and collected his small fee and then after a few beers with Sam and Fi got on to digging up what he could on the thief.

Perhaps a little shockingly, he wasn't what Michael had expected at all. He'd been on the scene a couple years; specializing in items that were high risk or higher security. Apparently had family in Luxemburg, but there was no record of them or any known associates. Oh, and he doesn't actually exist. That was a very interesting detail.

After a morning deep in further research, he had no answers but enough ammunition to maybe get some first hand. After spending the afternoon under the Charger, he cleaned up and took the evening to disappear to the motel. Checked in, sitting alone in a short-sleeved button down and jeans in the dark, he waited for the man to arrive.

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[luvs_yogurt]

He moved slowly at first, head down and lip caught between his teeth as he fought the pain. It wasn't terrible, uncomfortable but nowhere near as bad as say... getting stabbed. The stretch was good, so he focused on that singular sensation of his body adapting to the thick length.

"It's good," he moaned low in his throat, rocking his hips as he too it a little deeper with each gentle push.

[lighteningcount]

"Michael..." he whimpered. Zechs moved his hands to grasp his lover's hip. "More..."

[luvs_yogurt]

Squaring up his shoulders, Michael nodded - forcing himself until he felt the younger man fully rooted inside of him. With another low moan, he let out a hard breath and began to move somewhat faster.

"Mmmhmm..." he groaned, the thrusts coming easier with each increasingly determined push.

[lighteningcount]

Zechs dug his fingers tight into Michael's hips and slowly began to rock his hips upwards to meet the downward thrusts.

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael shuddered, his nerves firing on full as his body eagerly accepted every gentle thrust.

Slowly, he let himself look up to the other man's face; waiting for some confirmation of his status - if he was still in control of the situation.

"Faster."

[lighteningcount]

He nodded and then began to rock his hips up faster, dragging Michael up and down his cock.

[luvs_yogurt]

Content to ride out the increasingly hard thrusts, Michael pushed back as best he could and stroked his cock to match stride, already leaking thin precome across Zechs' belly when his fingers gripped tighter.

"God... Yes... Fuck me, Zechs... Fuck Daddy."

He'd lost control of the grunted words, every twitch and touch feeling like the most amazing thing ever.

[lighteningcount]

He groaned and kept pushing his hips up hard into Michael. "Do you want to come in my mouth or on me?"

Zechs didn't care how degrading it could sound to an outsider. He was Michael's toy, he knew it, he admitted it.

[luvs_yogurt]

Outsiders didn't matter, in the insular world they wrapped themselves in all that mattered was the flow of energy and lust between them.

"On... on..." he grunted loudly; "Don't fucking stop."

[lighteningcount]

"Fuck... fuck..." he moaned, "Oh fuck Michael... I'm going to come."

Zechs kept rocking his hips, panting heavily. He was so close.

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael leaned back and let out a loud moan with the hard, deep thrusts.

"Please... Please..." He groaned as his cock twitched against his palm, slicking the top of his knuckles and onto Zechs' hard belly.

[lighteningcount]

The blonde let out a cry as he climaxed. He pushed his hips up, burying himself deep into Michael's ass. God it.. This. He whimpered and kept rocking his hips to get Michael off.

"Come for me Michael. Come all over me. My chest, my face..."

[luvs_yogurt]

He whimpered low in his throat and leaned as far forward as he could without losing the full feeling of his lover deep inside him.

With a guttural moan, he gave one last slippery stroke before spreading his seed across Zechs' stomach. "Gnnn... Yeah.." He growled between gritted teeth.

[lighteningcount]

Zechs groaned and slumped back against the bed. He stared up at Michael, lips parted slightly.

"God, I can't get over you..."

[luvs_yogurt]

His body bordering on exhausted, but throbbing pleasantly, he leaned in and claimed Zechs' sweet mouth - kissing him hard and hungry.

It was crazy, absolutely insane... and amazing.

[lighteningcount]

"Now what?" He asked softly.

Zechs grinned at him. He was almost exhausted, but he couldn't help it. He wanted Michael so baddly and continued to want him.

[luvs_yogurt]

Slowly, Michael looked up at him and laughed; "Uh... maybe a little bit of a breather? Smoke if you got 'em?"

Still chuckling under his breath, he let himself collapse on top of his lover, refusing to leave the warm

[lighteningcount]

"I have cigarettes in the pocket of my jeans." He said, "We have to move though."

Zechs moved one hand and began to stroke down Michael's back.

[luvs_yogurt]

"I don't smoke, but it could be a good time to start." He chuckled dryly, refusing to move.

[lighteningcount]

"I do when I'm stressed." Zechs continued to move his hands over his lover's hair.

"So, now what?"

[luvs_yogurt]

"Don't know..." He nipped at Zechs' lips with building lust.

"Feel like I've been drugged."

[lighteningcount]

"Then continue to use me like a drag." He chuckled before kissing him back.

Zechs moved his hand down to touch his back and then dig his nails in.

[luvs_yogurt]

The rough dig of nails only spurs on that line of thought and Michael lets out a low, animal growl.

Mmm, I don't think's possible for me to go again..."

[lighteningcount]

He chuckled softly. "It's okay. I'm exhausted." Zechs kissed him softly.

"I think we both need a nap and maybe a shower."

[luvs_yogurt]

No maybe on the shower... And on the nap for that matter.

"I've got the room all night," he murmurs under his breath. "I think we can take a break."