TLH-Verse: Another Job

[luvs_yogurt]

 It's just supposed to be another job, Michael had been working almost a week on putting together his cover and infiltrating a small time gun runner's inner circle all in an effort to get close to their leader - a man named Douglas Moore who was proving to be more elusive than Michael had initially hoped. Of course, the problem with trying to get in with gun runners when you happen to have a history with one runner in particular is that you have to sell it. Without Fiona on his side, he'd had to pull off almost half a dozen shady deals to even get to the people that are allowed to drop Moore's name without getting a rifle stock to the back of the head.

He had one last transaction to make, one more very shady deal and he'd been promised an audience with the man himself.

Michael wasn't expecting to come face to face with the blond he'd parted ways with on somewhat questionable terms in a cheap motel only a week prior. Damn it.

"You aren't the guy I'm supposed to meet!" Michael clenched his jaw, eyes quickly darting from one side to the other - trying to indicate to his lover that he wasn't alone and there were two other heavily armed men waiting for a good reason to put a bullet in him. "I'm not doing this deal with a guy I never met that aint the guy I'm supposed to be meetin'." He affects a deep southern drawl, rubbing his hands over a greasy undershirt, attempting to show he's undercover - not Michael Westen. Just another idiot fresh off the bus in Miami that thinks he can run guns with the 'big boys' in Moore's gang.

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[luvs_yogurt]

At least as okay as they could be given that someone had information and clearly wasn't above using it against them. Someone unknown that neither of them could pinpoint.

Which made Michael very anxious and frustrated.

"Mmm... come back to bed." He murmured, eyes still closed tight against the afternoon sun.

[lighteningcount]

He set down the glass and nodded. "Alright..." Zechs smiled softly as he walked over to the bed. He sat down on the bed, watching him.

[luvs_yogurt]

"We'll work this out, people with vendettas only send so many lackeys before coming out of the woodwork."

He patted the bed beside him with his good arm.

[lighteningcount]

Zechs smiled and moved to lay next to Michael. He squirmed back under the blankets.

"What's our next step?" He asked quietly.

[luvs_yogurt]

Once more wrapping his arm around the younger man, he possessively held him close.

"We wait," he sighed; "Lay low until something bad happens and then do what we can from there."

[lighteningcount]

Zechs smiled and kissed Michael. "Sounds like a plan. And if anyone you know comes over, I'm to hide?"

[luvs_yogurt]

"Don't worry, I'll let them know the place is hot. They'll stay away."

Mother might be an issue... but he'd cross that bridge when he as to.

[lighteningcount]

"Okay." He answered before turning to kiss Michael. He smiled softly at him.

"I feel so much better after that sleep."

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael felt more uneasy than ever, the pain still hot in his shoulder and his mind heavy with the situation. Of course, he wasn't about to let Zechs see that weakness.

"You needed it," he smiled softly, returning the kiss as he pulled the man close into his arms again. "How are your injuries?"

[lighteningcount]

"You need it too." He whispered, "It's not just about me."

"My injuries are okay. Still there." Zechs replied, "But I'm not in as much pain."

[luvs_yogurt]

He nodded slowly, gently raising his arm to stroke away a stray clutch of blond hair that had fallen over Zechs' shoulder.

"We'll make it through this."

Until the next crisis or the one after that, or after that.

[lighteningcount]

"We will." He whispered, "We will."

Zechs smiled at Michael, watching him carefully. "Do you like touching my hair?"

[luvs_yogurt]

His smile tugged slightly and he murmured; "I like touching you." It's true, but he also likes being able to look at his face under the unruly strands - to see his sharp eyes looking back.

[lighteningcount]

His pale face flushed red with slight embaressment. "I'm covered in scars and burns..."

[luvs_yogurt]

He half-laughed in response, kissing him again. As if he was much better, especially with a new fresh one for decoration.

"I don't care, you're an amazing person." It feels awkward to say, and seems to just spill out of his mouth, was it something he'd have said back in the empty void that he can't remember? Is it appropriate to say it after the month they'd been through?

"I can't believe I forgot about you."

[lighteningcount]

He smiled, kissing him again. "I love you." Zechs flushed again and ducked his head.

He didn't want Michael to see his nervousness.

[luvs_yogurt]

"You don't have to look away from me," he murmured, his voice barely above an intimate whisper. He can't put those words together just yet, it's all still too confusing for him... not knowing what happened.

"Don't be afraid."

[lighteningcount]

He opened his eyes, looking at Michael, meeting his eyes. "I... Okay." He whispered.

Zechs' blush began to fade. He was less embaressed now.

[luvs_yogurt]

He wanted to ask why, if he'd been hurt before - but the signs were all there. He didn't have to make him say it.

"That's better," he nuzzled in close, kissing him again - gently, not their heated spur of the moment kisses but a gentle brush across his lips and stroke of his tongue.

[lighteningcount]

He groaned softly, relaxing into the touches and kiss. "Mmm... I hope I don't have to worry about your associates wanting to kill me. Or at least trying."

[luvs_yogurt]

At that thought, Michael sighed, letting his body relax against him.

"Don't worry. They will."

It's not a comforting thought, he knows. "But I'll be here to stop them."

[lighteningcount]

He smiled softly. "I trust you Michael." Zechs said, "I really do. I know you'll be there to help me."

He then leaned in to kiss him again.

[luvs_yogurt]

The kiss was reassuring, and Michael tried to hold him even tighter despite the protest from his shoulder.

"I mean it, Zechs. I know these people, or at least people like them. They will come," he isn't about to lie to him about it; "and we're gonna be ready."

[lighteningcount]

"I know they're going to come for us. But yes, we will be ready. We won't be caught off guard again." He promised before burying his face against his lover's uninjured shoulder.

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael leaned in to gently kiss above his ear, brushing away the stray hair to pepper kisses across his cheek.

"I won't let that happen."