Log - I been looking for something to please me since I don't know when

[epyon_de_telos]

WHO → Marluxia Euconifer, Zechs Marquise
WHEN → After this post. About a week or so ago.
WHERE → Petunia 211
WHAT → Zechs goes to "apologize" to Marluxia and things don't go exactly as he planned.
STATUS → Complete
WARNINGS → Mature content, M/M.



Leaving his dorm room, Zechs walked down the hall to Marluxia's room. His hair was loose around him and he had on a dark blue shirt that contrasted to the sharpness of his icy blue eyes. Raising his right hand, he knocked on the door, the silver band around his middle finger a sharp contrast against the dark wood of the door.

Marluxia heard the knock at the door and went to get it, not wanting to bother his roommate. Now who could that be...? He smirked. He was wearing a black v-neck shirt, with a pink vintage design on it. He answered the door; his brown eyes looked up towards the older student. "I thought you'd never show.'

"I do keep my promises." He replied leaning against the doorway. He casually crossed his arms over his chest. A smirk formed across Zechs' lips.

"Hm, it looks like it." Marluxia stepped into the hallway, getting closer to the blonde. "Now I just need an apology."

"Are you going to invite me in first?" He asked, not moving. “I don't want to apologize where anyone can hear me doing so."

"Oh, so you don't apologize where everyone can hear you?" He asked, stepping aside to let Zechs in. He crossed the living quarters towards his own room (thank god he didn't have to share one)

Zechs stepped inside after Marluxia, taking care to shut the door behind himself. He followed after him across the living room and into the bassist's bedroom. "Private apologizes aren't meant for the whole world to hear."

"Then should I feel honored to hear this apology?" He asked, sitting on his bed. The room was small like any dorm room. A bed covered in purple sheets on one side, and a desk on the other. On a wall there was a poster of some type of Asian band called Alice Nine.. Probably, the only things that looked out of place were the little potted plants scattered throughout the room. "Make sure you close the door."

"Of course." He said softly as he shut the door. He glanced around the room. It just fit Marluxia. He looked at the smaller man and walked over. "You should feel honored."

"Hmm... Especially by someone with your reputation." he grabbed a hair tie on his night stand and tied his hair back. "Right, Milliardo Peacecraft?" Ha.

Zechs froze and then slowly started to back away. His eyes were wide. "What?"

Marluxia brushed a stray hair out from his eyes before he smiled. "You can be honest with me. I'm sure your sister Relena would want you to be. I read that she seems to be following in your father's footsteps."

He shook his head. "How?" Zechs asked gripping the doorknob so tightly his knuckles where white and hand was shaking.

"When you put two and two together, it's not that hard." Marluxia shrugged. "Plus, Wikipedia is a very useful site."

"What the hell!" He finally exploded, "I was only ten when I left my home! And I have personally seen to it that there is no information pertaining to me on that damn website!"

"There's enough to know that Milliardo Peacecraft had two children, one named after him, and another a daughter. Doing the math, he would probably be about your age... Besides, you happened to say a little bit last time."

"That's not true! My father's name is Frederik! I was named after his father." Zechs admitted softly.

"Hm, well I guess that proves that Wikipedia doesn't have the most accurate information." Marluxia said with a tilt of his head, trying to move bangs away from his face.

Zechs pressed himself against the door. He actually looked frightened for once.

"Calm down." Marluxia frowned. “It’s not as though anybody else has figured it out."

He swallowed and relaxed a bit. He walked over to the bed and sat down a little bit away from Marluxia. "That obvious huh?"

"I wouldn't say it was THAT obvious..." He leaned back against the bed. "I just happened to be around when dear Relena called."

He looked at Marluxia. "Mmm... That you did." Zechs moved over so he was sitting next to the younger man. "She always has the worst timing."

"Then let's hope that she doesn't have bad timing today, then." His fingers trailed up the blonde's arm. "I wouldn't want her interrupting my apology."

"Does it count that I left my phone in my dorm?" He asked leaning him close to Marluxia. Their faces were only half an inch or so apart. His other arm resting on one side of the freshman, while his hand pressed into the bedspread on the other side.

"You thought ahead this time." Marluxia said before leaning forward and kissing Zechs. He still couldn't think ahead or even plan ahead with this person. He couldn't wrap his mind around this situation. It bothered him until no end... yet he kept pursuing this...whatever it was.

He kissed Marluxia back, pressing down towards him. There was no thinking with this man; it was all on the spot, instinct... He pulled away after a short kiss. "I thought I was supposed to apologize."

"You are." He smiled. "And I expect one by the end of the night." he moved in again, kissing the other. His body moved a bit closer as well. At this rate, he could practically sit in Zechs' lap in a few minutes.

"What do I have to do to apologize?" He asked before kissing Marluxia back and pulling him close. He adjusted the way he was so the smaller man was in his lap.

Marluxia thought for a moment. "I'm not quite sure." he shifted a bit, making himself comfortable. "You might just have to try different things." Like beg on his knees for forgiveness? He smiled at the thought. It was just too bad that Zechs didn't seem like the begging type.

He chuckled. "Different things I'm sure I can do..." Zechs leaned and kissed Marluxia. His hands moved under his shirt, long fingers gently stroking his back.

Marluxia kissed back. On hand found its way to the collar of Zechs' shirt, flicking open a button. He wanted to pick up from where they last left off.

Zechs moved his hands back down and tugged Marluxia's shirt upwards. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes a bit darker than normal.

Marluxia's hands went to his own shirt and he pulled it over his head, revealing pale skin. "Is this what you were hinting at?" He smirked.

"Yes." He replied, voice low. Zechs pulled his hands away and began to unbutton the dark shirt he wore. "And is this what you wanted?"

"Maybe." Marluxia smirked. His hands rested at Zechs side, teasing at the skin there.

He slipped the shirt off, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. He squirmed a bit, trying to get Marluxia's hands to move, to stop teasing him so.

Marluxia chuckled and kept his hands in their place. "What's wrong?" he laughed. Was somebody ticklish? He'd have to check and make sure.

"You're teasing me." He ground out. Zechs moved and kissed Marluxia's neck. His own hands moved to trail along the smaller man's back.

"Only because you like it..." Marluxia fought back a shudder as he felt Zechs' lips against his neck. His hands stopped for a second but resumed their torture once he pulled himself together.

He didn't answer as he continued to kiss along Marluxia's neck. His hands smoothing along his back and then around to the front. He moved them up the bassist's torso.

Marluxia sighed under the blonde's touch. His hands moved from there place at his side to trail up his arms and rested themselves at his shoulders.

Zechs groaned, and then pulled away. He pushed Marluxia down onto the bed. He moved so he was hovering above the other. "How am I doing at apologizing?"

"Very well." he grinned. Hm… He was on his back again... A part of him demanded to know WHY he was on his back and to flip the other over, but he ignored it. He was rather content. "I suggest you finish, though."

"How do you want me to finish apologizing hm? I need to know what you want." He said as his hair fell over his shoulders.

Marluxia thought for a moment. How did he want him to apologize? His hands tangled in blonde hair. "Just keep doing what you're doing."

Zechs nodded and leaned in, kissing him. His tongue flicked out against Marluxia's lips as his hands roamed down his torso, smoothing over the skin of his stomach.

Marluxia kissed back, his mouth opening to allow the other's entrance. He arched upwards, wanting more of Zechs' body against himself.

His tongue delved inside Marluxia's mouth, exploring the area thoroughly. Zechs pressed himself against the other man, rolling his hips in a way to tease Marluxia.

Marluxia groaned, attempting to grind his hips against Zechs’. If his roommate was outside his door, he'd probably hear something... He tried not to think about that at the moment.

Zechs ground his hips against Marluxia's, his tongue carefully finding each sensitive spot in the younger man's mouth. He ran his hands over his lower abdomen, fingers dancing along the waistband of his pants.

Marluxia's eyes opened when he felt the fingers at his waistband. His hand shot down and grabbed the wrist, so very close to his... private areas. What was he thinking?

"Sorry..." he muttered pulling away. He propped himself up, hovering over Marluxia. "I can go if you'd like."

"No, don't." Marluxia said quietly, wrapping his arm around Zechs' neck to make sure he wouldn't leave. "Just..."

"What is it?" He asked quietly against Marluxia's neck.

Marluxia closed his eyes and thought for a moment. His fingers idly played with the blond hair of his... hm. Now that was a good question to ask. What WAS Zechs...? "It's nothing." A question for later.

"It's not nothing Marluxia." He said pulling away. He gave the pink haired man a stern look. "It must be something."

Marluxia stayed in his current location, lying on the bed. His eyes opened and he looked at Zechs. The look he gave... Marluxia held back a chuckle. "It's nothing, really."

He arched an eyebrow, not quite believe Marluxia. "Alright." Zechs replied. He smirked a bit. "So... Have I apologized enough for you? Or do you require a more thorough apology?"

"This will do...for now." Marluxia sat up. "Unless you want it to be for forgiveness... I'd love to see that."

"That can wait for a later date." He pushed himself up more so he was straddling Marluxia's waist. Zechs stretched, working the kinks out of his back.

"How much later?" Marluxia asked, propping himself up with his arms behind himself. "I'd like to set time aside for that."

"I don't know." he replied looking at Marluxia. "Why don't you do what you normally do and just harass me." Zechs tossed his long hair over one shoulder.

"I might." Marluxia smiled. "Though I'd have to find time in my busy, busy schedule." His busy schedule that consisted of skipping out on music practice in favor of playing metal.... and tending to flowers.

"Busy schedule? You... I'll believe it when I do see it." He grinned a rather intriguing grin at him, "I like it when you harass me."

"Flowers to tend to, songs to practice." He glanced towards Zechs. "That's good, because I like harassing you, too."

Zechs smiled and then leaned in. He pressed an open mouthed kiss to Marluxia's collarbone, tongue flicking out against the skin.

Marluxia's eyes closed as he let Zechs continue his task. "Hmmm... And I like what you're doing now." He murmured.

He smirked and then nipped gently, wanting to gauge Marluxia's reaction to that.

A sharp intake of breath passed through Marluxia's lips. He fought back a shudder and waited for Zechs to continue. A hand found its way to the back of the blonde's neck, playing with long hair, encouraging him to continue.

He nibbled on the spot a bit longer before moving up Marluxia's neck and sucking on a tender spot right at the junction of his jaw and neck.

Marluxia sighed. His hands went down, trailing down Zechs’ back, his sides, to the front of his stomach. They were light touches, almost teasing the skin.

He grabbed Marluxia's hands and pinned them above his head, not wanting him to touch right now. Zechs wanted to see if he could push the pink haired man to a breaking point. Wanted to see what he would do if it came to that... Zechs liked to experiment...

Marluxia's eyes widened as his arms were restrained. Part of him wanted to thrash and fight back. Nobody kept him from doing what he wanted to do. But then again... he wanted to see what would happen. Hm… He'd let Zechs have his fun for now.

Zechs moved up. He nipped at Marluxia's earlobe, wanting to see how he reacted to that.

Marluxia's body squirmed at the touch, and a sound almost like a whimper threatened to escape his past his lips.

Ohh... Zechs liked that... He nipped at Marluxia's earlobe again, this time sucking on it a bit.

Marluxia's body squirmed yet again, and this time a whimper was heard before he could hold it back.

With a smirk, he began to lick along the shell of Marluxia's ear. He was enjoying torturing him. Of course, it was also making it hard for him to focus, but he was stubborn and wanted to see this through.

Marluxia groaned and turned his head, allowing Zechs better access to his sensitive spot. His body moved under the soldier.

With a nip to the top of his ear, Zechs pulled away. He released Marluxia's wrists and then kissed him.

Marluxia eagerly kissed back, his arms gripping at the older man, keeping him in place.

Zechs didn't mind this at all... He liked kissing Marluxia... He pressed down into the kiss, becoming more insistent.

Marluxia was more than happy to kiss back. A soft moan escaped his throat but was muffled and lost between their lips. His body arched, pressing against the other’s body.

He moved against Marluxia, still wanting to see if he could make him loose his composure. That was the real challenge here.

Marluxia was close to loosing it. His body shuddered, but he held onto the last shreds of sanity that he had. He didn't know how long he could keep it, though. Any moment he could, breakdown.

He ran one hand through Marluxia's hair, the other drawing teasing patterns across his upper chest. Oh yes... Zechs was well away as soon as they broke for air, Marluxia would probably seek his revenge, if he had a coherent thought left.

Marluxia gasped for air when their kiss was broken. He stared at the other, eyes dark. Almost any logical thought had been thrown out. All he could think about was Zechs' hands on his body, how close they were... It drove him crazy, and he hated it.

He leaned in, biting gently on Marluxia's earlobe.

Marluxia's eyes closed and whatever shred of composure he had left was gone as he moaned out. He tried thinking of something, but couldn't come up with anything except, "Want More."

"Want more of what?" He purred as he pulled away and sat up. "What do you want Marluxia? Tell me." Zechs said his voice low.

Marluxia whimpered when he felt the other pull away. His arms reached to pull him back down, but he was too late. He heard words, but they might as well have been in German. He blinked slowly, trying to register them. His body squirmed, trying to get any friction, any feeling it could. “You." He panted.

He chuckled and leaned in, kissing Marluxia again. "You have me." Zechs purred with a grin.

Marluxia kissed back, eager to continue before Zechs so rudely decided to take a break. "I need you." He whispered.

"How do you need me? Be specific." He teased with a smirk. He knew exactly what Marluxia wanted.

Marluxia growled. This was NOT happening. "Zechs..." His hands went towards the waistband of Zechs' pants.

"Oh... You want that..." He laughed, still teasing.

"Shut up." Marluxia growled, kissing Zechs, his hands working at the fly of Zechs' pants. Broken or not, he’d get what he wanted.

He would have replied, but he was too busy kissing Marluxia back, his own hands trailing down the other man's torso.

Marluxia continued kissing, lifting his hips, hinting at what needed to be done.

Without arguing, he unbuttoned the pants and slid them off Marluxia's hips.

Marluxia was more than willing to help with the process. Once the pants were off, a tattoo was revealed at the side of his hip. It wasn't anything too large, just a small symbol with some flower petals around it.

Zechs trailed his fingers across the tattoo. He looked at Marluxia, his expression unreadable.

"What?" Marluxia asked. A part of him wanted less talk, more sexing... but he had gained a small bit of composure in the last few minutes.

He shook his head and then leaned in, kissing Marluxia as to shut him up.

Marluxia kissed back, shrugging off the interruption. Less talk, more fun... he was up for it. Though he didn't want to be at the pathetic low point he was at, earlier.

Zechs continued to kiss Marluxia, hands trailing over his torso, fingers brushing against his nipples.

Marluxia squirmed. He would have said something, but his mouth was currently occupied with someone's tongue in there.

He rolled Marluxia's nipples between his thumb and forefinger. With a knee, he nudged his legs apart, wanting to settle more comfortably.

Marluxia hissed and his back arched. His legs quickly spread to accommodate the older man.

He adjusted a bit, his pants becoming rather tight. He groaned into the kiss as he pressed close to Marluxia, his tongue delving further into his mouth.

Marluxia's hands went towards Zech's pants, urging them off. He eagerly kissed the blonde back. His tongue was always welcomed in his mouth.

Zechs squirmed a bit trying to get his pants off. He finally pulled his hands away from Marluxia's nipples and shoved his pants off. Once they were far enough down, he kicked them off, sending them to the ground with the rest of their clothes.

Marluxia took a moment to look the blonde over. He took note of a scar riding up his thigh. Purple eyes met icy blue and he pulled Zechs down for a kiss. It wasn't deep, wasn't passionate... it was long, almost loving... Which had confused the musician. What was this right now? Obviously not love, but something a bit deeper than a one-night stand...

He kissed Marluxia back, one hand coming up and stroking his cheek fondly. Zechs damn well didn't know what this was between the two of them. But, he knew he'd want to do it again after they finished this time.

Marluxia pulled away, his hand gently tugging at blonde hair. "Are you going to just kiss me, or were we moving on to something else?" He smirked. Nevermind he had initiated the kiss, but he was eager to move on.

"Do you have anything that we can use as lubrication?" He asked softly. He didn't want to hurt Marluxia, he really didn't.

"Hmm, of course I d-" He thought for a moment. Actually, he didn’t. Any lotions, Vaseline, or KY Jelly had been used previously, or was in the bathroom he shared with a roommate. And he was not going out there...naked.

Zechs groaned and rolled off Marluxia. "This is your dorm. I'm not about to go poking around in the bathroom in my boxers."

"But my roommate might be out there." Marluxia sighed. He listened for a moment and heard something on the other end of the door. "He is here."

"Put on your clothes then." Zechs grumbled.

The bassist growled and sat up (which was very awkward with a hard-on) "Can't we do something else?"

He looked at Marluxia. "If we do, it'll still lead to sex... It's a fact of life Marluxia." he said with a sigh.

"Mm, True..." his hand trailed down Zechs' arms, stopping at his waist level. "But there are other ways of having sex."

He looked up at Marluxia, lips quirking into a smirk. "Mm... Alright then."

"I'd need for you to sit up, of course." He smiled.

Without an argument, Zechs sat up, tossing his hair over his shoulder. He squirmed a bit, the raging hard-on demanding attention.

Oh, it would get plenty of attention. Marluxia crawled over Zechs, kissing at his neck, his shoulders, his chest, down towards his stomach. The musician eventually sank towards the floor on his knees, where he licked the clothed length. He was eager to get things started.

Zechs shuddered, hands entangling into Marluxia's hair. He squirmed a bit, finding the cloth restraints of his cock uncomfortable. He almost whimpered....

Marluxia smirked and continued his movements, not bothering to pull down Zechs' boxers. His lips wrapped around Zechs' cock, prodding at it with his tongue.

"Marluxia..." He hissed, eyes closing. He groaned and squirmed his hips more.

"Yes...?" Marluxia asked mouth still wet against the tent in Zechs' boxers.

"Fuck, stop playing." He hissed. He let out a mewling noise, obviously very frustrated at the moment.

Marluxia pulled away completely, grinning. "What are you talking about? Are you not enjoying it?"

Zechs just glared at Marluxia, but it was obvious he was willing to do anything the pink haired freshman asked of him.

"I need an answer." he moved to get up. Ha.

"I am enjoying it, you tease." He replied quickly.

"Good." Marluxia's hand pulled down the boxers, releasing Zechs' cock. He began by licking the length, placing light kisses to it in between licks.

He shuddered and groaned. His hands settled into Marluxia's hair again, tightening a bit.

Marluxia's mouth wrapped around the length. While he would love to hear Zechs beg for more, he really wanted to get this done with, so he went for some simple old fashioned cock sucking. No fancy tricks, just his mouth, pressure, and Zechs’ cock.

He gave a small cry every time there was pressure added as Marluxia sucked him off. He groaned, hands tightening again and occasionally tugging at the locks of the younger man.

Marluxia continued his work, slowly bobbing his head up and down. He hummed a bit, sending vibrations down the length.

Zechs groaned, hands shaking as they clung almost desperately to Marluxia's hair. "Marluxia..." he hissed, moving his hips upwards a bit.

"Hmmmm...?" Marluxia hummed again. Oh yes, he was enjoying this.

The blonde let out a low moan and his breathing began to increase. He made an incoherent sound before shuddering.

Marluxia took Zechs in as far as he could (without gagging of course), continuing his work. His own hands slowly went towards his own boxers, gently rubbing through the cloth.

He clutched Marluxia's hair tightly as he felt his release come over him. The blonde loosened his grip on the bassist's pink locks.

Marluxia resisted the urge to frown. He hated when he didn't get a warning. He swallowed, not quite enjoying the taste. Slowly he pulled away, licking at the area clean.

Zechs looked him. "Come here..." he tugged the freshman up.

Marluxia obeyed and allowed Zechs to pull him up, back onto the bed.

He tugged on the other's boxers, intending to get them off so he. As he did so, he leaned in, kissing Marluxia's neck.

Marluxia voiced his appreciation with a soft moan, enjoying the attention he was receiving.

Tossing the offending boxers to the ground, Zechs then wrapped his hand around Marluxia's cock. He wasn't a big fan of giving blow jobs, unless properly motivated...

Marluxia let out a soft gasp when he felt the hand around his cock. At this point, he really didn't care if he was getting a blow job, or a hand job, as long as he was getting off, he'd be fine.

He moved his hand up and down the length, squeezing gently at random intervals. His teeth nipped at Marluxia's neck.

Marluxia's eyes closed, his breath coming in short pants. His hips lightly thrust forward into the other's hand.

Zechs nipped at Marluxia's ear as he continued to stroke the other man's cock. He groaned as he felt his cock starting to stir again.

"Zechs..." Marluxia nearly whimpered. His hands gripped at the blonde's shoulders, and he released, letting out a shuttering breath.

"Hm?" He asked between nips against Marluxia's ear, his hand never ceasing it's pattern.

Marluxia bit back a moan before answering. "I can't..." His sentence was never finished because he had finally reached his breaking point, and came into Zechs' hand.

He smirked and pulled his hand away. He quickly cleaned his hands off and pressed a kiss to Marluxia's lips.

Marluxia kissed back, still hazy from the last bits of orgasm. It wasn't until he came to his sense that he pulled away rather abruptly. "You kissed me."

"I did kiss you. Is that a problem?" He asked blinking.

"....My mouth was on you cock a few minutes ago." It was a hygienic thing. Not that it was necessarily bad hygiene...

"Yes and I know exactly where it's been and I've washed it." Zechs said flatly.

"Hm...Fair enough." Marluxia leaned forward, putting most his weight on the blonde. It was a cross between a type of hug and a cuddle. In all honesty, the bassist was just tired, and Zechs looked comfortable.

Zechs held Marluxia, one hand fumbling for the blankets. He was kinda tired himself. Why was it that sex always tired people out? Tossing the thoughts out of his head, he tugged the blankets over them.