TLH-Verse: Another Job

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 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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[lighteningcount]

Zechs brought two of his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. He wanted to drive his lover crazy. Releasing his fingers, he brought them back to his entrance. He let out a groan as he slowly teased himself.

"Ah..."

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He was doing a damn fine job of it too, and Michael appreciated every second of it.

"Mmm, have I ever mentioned how much I love it when you tease me?"

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He groaned as he sank one into himself. He moved it in and out, gasping. "Michael..." Zechs groaned as he added another.

[luvs_yogurt]

A thin groan closed his throat and he bit down into his lower lip - eyes locked firmly on the twist of Zechs' lips and his intense eyes.

"More..." he murmured, "Show me more."

[lighteningcount]

"Michael..." he gasped, "Fuck..."

He pulled his fingers out and then grasped his lover's cock firmly. Zechs lifted his hips and then aligned them. Slowly he lowered himself until the head bumped against his entrance.

[luvs_yogurt]

He whimpered audibly as the familiar warm sensation washed over him - such a tease...

"God..." he groaned low and loud, his voice carrying in the empty expanse of the loft like it never had before. "More!"

[lighteningcount]

He slammed his hips down, crying out. "Fuck! Michael!l

[luvs_yogurt]

Injured or no, Michael boldly lifts his hips to meet the stroke with a hard grunt; "Mmm... yes." He manages through gritted teeth, staring up at his lover.

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Zechs groaned as he moved up and down. "Yes..."

[luvs_yogurt]

It's no small feat, but Michael's never been one to back down to challenge. Determined, he lifted his hips into every gentle rock of his lover's hips against him - slamming himself as hard as he can.

[lighteningcount]

"I... Thought... Slow." He gasped out as he rocked with Michael. The blonde tossed his head back, crying out.

[luvs_yogurt]

His good hand groped for Zechs' side again, finding the curve of his hip and digging in with his strong fingers as he slammed against him again.

"For us," he groaned again, biting back a much louder cry; "this is slow."

[lighteningcount]

He cried out, rocking with him. "Fuck me Michael! Fuck your toy!"

[luvs_yogurt]

He can't help but slow slightly as the angle begins to lay into him, too much pressure shifting down against his shoulders.

"Yeah? Been a good toy? Been real good?"

[lighteningcount]

"Yes! I've been a good boy..." he shuddered, moving to stroke his length. No matter what, he always got caught up in the sex with Michael. Always.

[luvs_yogurt]

And he wasn't alone in that.

"Hold back, hold back lover..." he swallowed hard, letting out a low growl.

[lighteningcount]

"Yes'sir..." he gasped. Zechs kept moving up and down, but slowed his hand.

He looked down at Michael, panting. Whatever the hell was going on... They would figure it out.

[luvs_yogurt]

Not that it'll make much more sense when they do.

Michael shudders hard, eyes half lidded as he feels the steady throb of pleasure mingling with pain and desire. He wanted to go on forever, to feel the sticky exhaustion from making love all afternoon.

"Good... So good..." He moaned softly.

[lighteningcount]

Zechs whimpered as he continued to move up and down. Zechs was so far distracted from what was going on in the outside world at the moment. All he could focus on was Michael.

"Please..." he begged.

[luvs_yogurt]

He was close enough to feel the knot clenching in his belly, but couldn't get over that little bump.

"Now... now.." he gasped, eyes closed against the sensation of Zechs' muscular body tightening on top of him.

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Zechs groaned and began to stroke himself again. "Ah! Michael!" He moved faster, gasping.

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Michael's fingertips dug even harder and his thighs clenched with the tender sensation.

"Come on, come on... please..."

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Zechs cried out as he climaxed. He continued to move his hips up and down. "Michael..."

[luvs_yogurt]

The warm wetness across his belly pushed him gradually over the edge and he he let out a bellowing cry - the sound carrying across the open expanse of the loft.

"Closer..." he pulled against him, as though he might understand the signal to relax on top of him.

[lighteningcount]

He slumped down ontop of Michael, groaning. Zechs snuggled against the uninjured shoulder.