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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[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."

[lighteningcount]

"Sounds grand." He was already starting to drop, quite comfortable with their arrangement.

Zechs shifted just a bit and then closed his eyes. He was out in a manner of minutes.

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael, on the other hand, was a bit more lucid. He pressed kisses on Zechs' neck until the younger man drifted off and then indulged himself in a long shower and time to think about what had happened. About what was happening.

[lighteningcount]

When Zechs woke about midnight, he groaned. The blonde sat up and slid off the bed. He needed a shower and then a cigarette. And probably a moment to think.

He walked into the bathroom and quickly showered. The steaming water felt marvelous against his sore body. What was this between them?

Zechs got out of the shower and dried off. He slid on his clothes and left the room, taking care to leave it open just a crack so he could get back in. He had a change of clothes in the trunk. He normally did, just in case.

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael woke with the shift of the bed when Zechs got up, the light sleeper that he was. He let him go, considering the thought that he might not come back until he didn't hear the door close.

It was craziness, for sure, but there was no way around the facts of the matter. Something had happened, something really important that he had no memory of. It left a sour feeling in his belly to even know that he was forgetting.

He buried his head deeper against the hotel pillow and rolled over to rub his fingers over the void in the bed. This boy, this thief... There was something he couldn't deny.

[lighteningcount]

Zechs returned to the hotel room. He smelled of cigarette smoke and fresh clothes. He set his bag down in the chair and shut the door. He hadn't realized that Michael was awake.

He barely knew the man, yet he knew he loved him. It was a strange thought. He walked over to the bed and sat down on it.

[luvs_yogurt]

The strangest thought, and just as unnerving as forgetting the events that led to it.

He watched subtly as Zechs returned to bed and then wrapped an arm around his clothed middle when he sat; "Leaving?"

[lighteningcount]

"If you want me to." He answered after a moment. Zechs glanced at him and put his hands over Michael's.

"I was just thinking about my family."

[luvs_yogurt]

"I don't," he replied quickly, honestly.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

[lighteningcount]

"Just thinking about them..." he said softly, "I miss them. Maybe I need to go back to France for a bit."

[luvs_yogurt]

"Oh," the word comes out in a soft monotone - nothing behind it as Michael once more allows himself to seal off.

"Do you think if you do, we'll forget the last couple days?"

[lighteningcount]

"No, I can't forget. I probably won't go for a while. Settle my affairs here, help you. Figure out what is between us..."

He moved his hands, and made to pull away. He could feel his lover retreating.

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael nodded to himself, unable to resist the pull of comfortable, familiar neutrality.

"I don't know if we'll ever figure it out."

[lighteningcount]

"But we'll be together..." he whispered, "And when I go, I would want you to come with me. There are so many amazing places in Paris and France in general. But I know you can't leave the States..."