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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"I will, I swear I will." He promised before massaging Michael's groin gently.

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He's still not certain he can do it, but for Zechs... he's willing to try. The welcome stroke over his cock doesn't hurt either.

"Here?" He traced his fingers over his lover's chest from his collarbone down to where Michael rubbed against his belly; "Or on your back?"

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"I want to be able to touch you." He said as he unbuttoned Michael's pants. Zechs pulled out his lover's cock and stroked it slowly.

"And taste you if I can." Meaning Michael should do it on his chest.

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It wasn't hard to coax Michael out of his pants. He nodded slowly and leaned down against him, pressing a kiss to his lips as his hand shifted under the pillow to find the small tactical knife folded between the wall and the bed - always within reach when asleep.

When he pushed back up, he breathed deeply - steeling his nerves for the moment as he unfolded the small blade.

"Tell me if it's not right," he stared down at his lover with wide, serious eyes.

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"I will." He said with a nod, "I promise."

Zechs' hand didn't stop stroking Michael's hard cock.

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Waiting until his breathing evened out, Michael stroked his fingers across Zechs' chest - barely feeling the gentle teasing of his cock as he searched out a spot that felt nice.

Finding thick skin and old scar tissue close to Zechs' shoulder, he traced the flat side of the blade in a straight line - drawing up the courage to go through with what his lover wanted, to to feel the pleasure Zechs would feel when he pressed the tip of the blade against his skin.

The first small bead of blood welled up under the tip of his knife and he let out a soft sigh - looking up to his face for sign of approval.

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Zechs shivered, letting out a groan. "Michael." His body slowly reacted to the pain of the knife. It had been so long since someone had done this to him... It almost felt like too much.

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Eyes half lidded, the older man took a deep breath and slowly dragged the blade nearly two inches, barely slicing the skin - the blade sharp enough it takes a moment for the thin red line of blood to draw up up the surface.

"Good?"

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"Yes..." he gasped, "very good."

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The second one is easier - an inch above his right nipple Michael pressed down again but drew the blade quickly across the tender skin without waiting for the blood to well up.

In a way... the power was exciting - and in a way it terrified him.

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He groaned, eyes slidding shut. Zechs felt himself relax into the pain. He just desperately needed to forget.

The blonde whimpered softly. "Michael..."

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"I love you..." Michael whispered, unsure if it was meant more for himself or his lover.

The third stroke came easier; slow and just a little deeper - a fine diagonal slice.

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"Michael... Stop." He whispered, "Please. Stop."

Zechs was trembling. He couldn't get his mind away from the horrors plauging him now. God. What if Elve did come after them? Him. Michael. All of it was going to be his fault.

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"I can do it..." he whispered, holding the blade still in his hand no less - intrigued, he ran his fingertips across the last slice, drawing a tendril of blood up to Zechs' nipple before teasing it slightly.

"Trust me..."

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Zechs looked at him, eyes wide with fear. He trusted Michael. He loved him. He knew he did. And having the pain of the knife felt so good. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

The blonde gave a moan, shifting just a bit.

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Michael nodded slowly, teasing his fingers again over the wound before lifting his fingers to his lips.

"I love it when you moan like that, Zechs..."

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He whimpered softly, lips parting slightly. "Michael..." Zechs rocked his hips up, begging for more.

Watching his lover enjoy the pain as well... It was all a bonus for him.

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Michael's shoulders tightened and he focused on what he was doing.

It wasn't erotic for him, more a curiosity - more meeting Zechs' needs and helping him focus on anything but the danger.

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"Please." He begged quietly, "Please."

Zechs was already so hard and he wanted his lover so baddly.

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Michael pushed himself backward slightly, letting Zechs' length push back against him. With an easy smile, he bent down and kissed his chest - lifting his head back up with blood tinged lips.

"Tell me what you want, Zechs."

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"I want you to fuck me." He whispered desperately, "Please..."

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Nodding slowly, Michael pushed back ever further - letting the knife drop down to the bed as he knelt between Zechs' thighs. "Slow? Hard?"

He smiled widely, spreading him open and teasing at his hole with his fingers. He was determined not to let him up until he'd forgotten about anything but the crush of one orgasm after another.

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"Hard. I want it hard." He squirmed his hips back towards Michael.

While most of him kept focusing on the pleasure, the pain... There were parts that kept flashing back to what they knew. Who they were up against.

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Already out of his comfort zone, it was easier for Michael to push his limits. Eyes trained on Zechs, he gently caressed his cheek and slapped him hard enough to draw up pink.

"Focus on me, Zechs." He growled, thrusting himself forward and rooting deep in one long stroke before nearly withdrawing and slamming against him again.

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He lost himself in the moment. He could only focus on Michael. Zechs whimpered, rocking towards him.