11 Jun 2002
And the conclusion! I'm glad so many of you liked this!
Title: Undercover Angel part 2
Author: Jade
Pairing: 6x4, 1+2
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell
For Sharon and DC
Zechs found himself stepping forward almost without his knowledge. He brought a hand up and brushed a stray lock of blond hair, light as his but a different shade, out of those expressive eyes. "Just a kiss?" he suggested, stunned at his own words. Maybe he really was desperate...
"Well," breathed Quatre, heart pounding from the proximity of the other man, "I guess a kiss wouldn't hurt..."
Zechs lowered his head, cock pressing against the leather of his pants as he pressed his lips gently to the other blond's. He repressed a moan as the soft lips parted for him and he couldn't help but slide his tongue into the welcoming warmth.
Quatre melted as he felt the other man's sweet invasion. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to part his lips and meet Zechs' tongue with his own in a sensual ballet.
They moved closer together; Quatre's hands went to rest on Zechs' strong chest while the taller man's arms wrapped around Quatre. He pulled the smaller man closer, pressing their bodies together, thinking how very nice the boy felt in his arms. What was the harm in two lonely men giving each other pleasure?
Quatre had never felt this turned on by anyone; all he wanted was to surrender to this beautiful man, give himself over to pleasure. It had been so long...
The kiss heated up. Quatre soon found he was deliberately pressing his erection against the other man's rock hard thigh. He could feel Milliardo's arousal against him. The man really wanted this, too...
They parted, and Zechs pulled back, looking down at the petite blond in his arms. "Quatre," he whispered. "Do you want this? I'm not... working any more," he said, telling the truth. "This feels real."
"I do want it," Quatre answered. "I... it feels real to me too. I'm ashamed to admit it, but it really does. I thought I was kidding myself."
"You're not," Zechs said truthfully. "I... want you. A lot."
"Really?" Quatre looked up at the taller man.
"Yes," he answered. "It's real."
They looked at each other for a long moment. Circumstance had brought them here, but free will would decide whether they took it farther. At the same time, each moved forward, kissing again and sealing their need.
They didn't bother with much talking after that. Moans and whimpers and pleas accompanied them as they undressed each other, not gracefully but full of need.
Quatre lay back on the bed, his shirt off and pants unzipped, and watched Zechs. The man's incredible body was enough to make him drool. Zechs wiggled out of his leather pants and stood in front of Quatre, aroused and gorgeous.
"You're incredible," moaned Quatre, looking up at the god-like man he was about to be ravished by.
Zechs climbed onto the bed, one knee on either side of Quatre's thighs, and ran his hands over the other man's smooth chest. Quatre arched up underneath him, meeting his touch, and whimpered. The longhaired man leaned forward and captured Quatre's mouth again, bracing himself on one hand while his other hand roamed. He slid his hand down into the other man's opened pants as he slid his tongue into the eager mouth.
Quatre moaned, the sound swallowed by the kiss as he felt Zechs' strong hand wrap around his length. It had been much too long since anyone had touched him there; he broke the kiss and gasped, "Milliardo... too close..."
The sound of his name gave Zechs a stab of guilt; he pulled back and was about to tell Quatre they should stop when he felt the other man's hand on his aching cock. "Oh god..." He straightened up and tried to stop his hips from thrusting into Quatre's hand.
Quatre smiled as he slid down on the bed, until he could reach that magnificent cock with his mouth. He reached up to pull it down slightly, and wrapped his lips around the tip. The taste of the other man's excitement made him even hotter. He plunged his mouth down, taking in as much as he could.
"Quatre!" Zechs cried, voice strangled as he tried to hold back. "Stop!"
The smaller man pulled the hard length out of his mouth and said, "You don't like it?"
"I like it too much, Quatre," Zechs admitted. He reluctantly moved off of the other man, and sat on the bed next to him. "I have to tell you the truth."
"The truth?" Quatre said in confusion.
"Yes. I am not who I said I am," Zechs began. "I... lied."
Quatre sat up on his elbows, and the younger man looked so sexy that he had to look away while he did this. "Please don't hate me. I'm... I'm a cop. I was undercover as a prostitute to try to break up a prostitution ring. Don't worry, I'm not going to arrest you!" he said when Quatre paled. "This was a bad call. Not part of the ring I'm sure. It sounds like your friends are just guilty of questionable judgment. We're not after people like that."
Quatre just stared at the longhaired man, unable to think of anything to say. Zechs went on. "As soon as I saw you, I knew you were not what we were after. I tried to send you away but... you were too beautiful, I couldn't help myself. I wasn't lying when I said I was no longer working. I've been alone too long, Quatre. Forgive me, but I let my desire for you take over. That was reprehensible of me. I should have told you the truth right away." Zechs stopped, and looked down, ashamed of himself, afraid to look at Quatre.
Quatre was stunned. He quite literally was speechless for a long moment. "I... I don't know what to say," he managed finally.
"Say you'll forgive me. Say you don't hate me. Even though that's more than I deserve," Zechs said dejectedly.
"I don't hate you at all. You were just doing your job. I was breaking the law." He paused for a long moment. "What's your real name?"
"Zechs," he replied immediately. "Zechs Marquise. Though Milliardo is one of my middle names."
"Well, Zechs, I don't hate you. You told me the truth, before we really got that far. That's commendable."
Zechs raised his eyes to Quatre's, sincerely. "Please believe that I was telling the truth when I said how sexy you were, how beautiful. I really do want you. More than anything."
Quatre blushed. "You are the sexiest man I've ever seen, Zechs. I should have known someone as gorgeous as you wouldn't be a prostitute. I think I've been watching too many movies."
Zechs laughed self-deprecatingly. "Well, it's not easy being gay in this town, is it, Quatre?"
"I thought I had it bad," agreed Quatre. "In your position it must be even worse."
Zechs nodded. "But that still doesn't excuse my behavior. I am so sorry, Quatre." He stood up, ashamed at himself for still being aroused after all of this. "I'll go."
Quatre reached out impulsively and grabbed the other man's hand. "What if I don't want you to go?"
Zechs stopped. "You mean..."
"I still... want you, Zechs. Is that pathetic?" Quatre smiled.
Zechs sat back on the bed next to the small blond. "No more than I am," he laughed, indicating his undiminished arousal. "I'm not usually this desperate."
"So what are we going to do about it?" Quatre said, licking his lips.
"I can think of a few things," grinned Zechs. And he leaned forward to capture the sweet lips once more. He felt his pulse quicken as Quatre responded to him immediately. He slid his tongue into the open mouth. Quatre tasted like heaven. He shifted on the bed.
Quatre moaned as suddenly Zechs was on top of him, straddling his hips, pinning him to the bed. He broke the kiss and panted, "Oh god, yes..." and arched up against the bigger man. Somehow Zechs worked his pants and boxers off, and they were both equally nude. Zechs lowered his body until their erections lined up, and rocked his hips slowly. He couldn't help the low moan that escaped his lips.
Nor could Quatre help the gasp he made as their heated flesh came into contact. "Zechs," he moaned. "It's been so long..."
"For me too," agreed Zechs, "So we'd better..." he paused. He of course hadn't intended to actually have sex tonight, so he had no lube. "Wait a moment," he groaned, and disappeared into the bathroom.
Quatre watched him go, admiring the muscular body. The tall blond man returned with a small bottle of lotion. Quatre blushed. "Oh."
"This will have to do," Zechs smiled, trying to put the smaller man at ease. "Roll over?"
Quatre did as Zechs asked, and the older man took a moment to admire the view before crawling onto the bed and parting those thighs gently.
Quatre whimpered as he felt himself exposed, but his arousal only increased. He wanted this. He moaned as he felt Zechs gently prep him, and he tried not to shove himself back greedily on those fingers, but he couldn't help himself. Soon he was up on his knees rocking back and forth, while Zechs fucked him with three fingers. "Please," he begged, unable to believe the wanton sound of his own voice but unable to stop himself.
Zechs was holding himself back with difficulty. Quatre was so responsive, so sensitive, he couldn't wait to hear what he sounded like when he buried his thick cock in that tight ass... finally he put some lotion on his arousal and positioned himself. "Ready?" he growled, savoring the moment of possession.
"Yes, please," begged the smaller man, and cried out when Zechs pulled him back farther. "Oh god yes... fuck me please..."
The sound of the smaller man begging to be taken made him even harder. He pushed, and slid inside the tight body. Quatre's cries increased, his tone changing to one of rapture.
"Yes!" he cried out, pushing back, trying to get Zechs to hurry. He loved being taken, the feeling of being filled, and it had been much too long.
Zechs concentrated; gripping the boy's slim hips, he entered as slowly as he could, hoping he could last long enough to give Quatre pleasure. The slim body gripped him; so much more hot and intense than his own hand, his only source of pleasure for some time. He moved one hand to caress the silky skin before him; Quatre truly was a work of art.
The smaller blond grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, burying his face in a pillow, pushing back wantonly. He couldn't even speak now; the pure stinging ecstasy of being filled had taken over his mind. He moaned, hoping Zechs would correctly interpret it as encouragement.
Neither could Zechs speak, plunging as he was into hot tight nirvana. The only sounds in the room were moans, and sighs, and grunts, and panting breaths of desire. Finally, he was fully sheathed, and he held still, catching his breath and trying not to climax. When Quatre's moans turned pleading again, Zechs relented, moving his hips in small circles, very gradually moving in and out. Quatre indicated his pleasure with small whimpers, eyes closed and mouth open. The only drawback to this position was not being able to look at his godlike lover.
Zechs had similar feelings; so before he really got a rhythm going, he pulled out and bent down, whispering, "Turn over? I want to see you..."
Quatre complied eagerly, rolling over and spreading his legs as fast as possible. His silken hair was mussed and his lips were parted. "Please," he begged, feeling empty.
Zechs had no problem with that; he slid back into the welcoming warmth more easily, propping himself with his arms and capturing Quatre's mouth in a torrid kiss as he drove back in, to the hilt. He felt the other man's gasp through the kiss, felt the lithe body arch against him, and started to thrust.
There was no semblance of civility now; animal lust quickly took over. Quatre clung to Zechs' arms, raising his legs to wrap around the larger man. The change of angle made every sensation even more intense, and he was soon crying out with every stroke. He snaked a hand between them and pumped his own cock, unable to resist.
He pounded, deeper and harder, and when Quatre stroked himself the lovely body beneath him tightened even more. "Quatre" was the only recognizable word out of his mouth as he made every stroke count, driving them both higher, to the inevitable.
Quatre was driven back with every powerful thrust from the longhaired man; the long silken strands brushed his naked skin sinfully. He stroked faster, reaching for climax, and suddenly he was there, he was falling, he knew he would die from this feeling, it was too much... wet heat pumped over them both as Quatre screamed Zechs' name.
No force on earth could have kept Zechs from following his lover into the oblivion of completion. No sooner had Quatre begun to climax, than Zechs did too, continuing to thrust as he filled the smaller man full, pulse after pulse. Blinding pleasure stole his voice, turning it to a strangled scream as he nearly blacked out from passion.
Somehow, he pulled out carefully and collapsed beside Quatre.
The smaller man reached up and pushed back a sweaty strand of long blond hair from Zechs' face.
"That was amazing, Zechs," breathed Quatre. "I... hope we can do it again sometime."
Zechs grinned. He had been thinking the same thing. "I damn well hope so!" He paused, wicked smile on his face. "We have your friends to thank for this. I owe them a lot. But they did break the law. What are we going to do about that?"
Quatre laughed, already thinking of ways to scare the hell out of his two friends, who had a lot of explaining to do. "I'm sure we'll come up with something..."
Downstairs, in a dark corner of the bar, Duo slid a hand up Heero's shirt as they kissed passionately.
"Can't let Quatre have all the fun, can we, Heero?"
THE END!
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