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Basic Training - Part 3 By the end of a week, both Deakka and Yzak had become used to the anytime announcements of simulator drills... Kruez had hauled them out of bed at all hours of the night, out of their classes, out of meals, even forced them into the cockpit after hours of excruciating physical training had left them with muscles too shaky to co-operate. They'd gotten to the point where they were working well as a team - Yzak was a better all-around fighter, but tended to charge into situations without really thinking first. Deakka, on the other hand, was a good support fighter, hanging back and laying down covering fire, but his flaw was a reluctance to engage without planning every detail to death. They balanced each other well. The same day that Kruez declared Deakka healed enough to return to their original punishment of cleaning the hangar, he also announced that they'd been getting two more of their teammates within the week. As they climbed the scaffolding to the second story of the hangar, trailing buckets and scrubbers, Deakka wasn't sure how he felt about the idea of strangers joining the team. He and Yzak weren't just teammates anymore, they were damn near partners. Yzak was still grumbling about the idea of getting more teammates. "They'll probably be stuck up," he announced suddenly. "I'm going to hate them. I just have this feeling." Reluctantly, Deakka took the devil's advocate position. "Give them a chance, at least," he said, sitting on a beam and starting to scrub at the walls. "Who knows what they'll be like? I'm sure nobody would ever have predicted you and I would get along." Yzak grumbled something incoherant and moved down the scaffolding to scrub his portion, closer to the hanger doors. "What was that?" Deakka prompted, laughing. "I didn't quite hear that..." He was cut off by a sudden percussive explosion, coupled with a shaking that nearly knocked him off his support beam. He managed to grab hold at the last minute, though he once again lost his bucket over the side. "What the..." His eyes widened as he heard the 'hull breach' alarm klaxons sound... accompanied by a sudden rush of wind in his face. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw that one of the Jinns that had been having engine trouble had exploded, and torn a massive hole in the wall - the wall that was the only thing between them and deep space. He tightened his grip against the sucking vaccuum and ducked his head to try to get out of the wind, so he wouldn't lose all his oxygen. He just had to hang on until the emergency systems released the sticky sealant globs that would seal the hole... damn it, why hadn't it been released already? Yzak had just been setting his bucket aside when the explosion occurred, and his grip was precarious. Suddenly the bucket slid across the scaffold and flew off, sucked by the intense winds. It struck Yzak on the shoulder and he cried out as he lost his grip, flying towards the hole into the deadly vacuum of space. Deakka heard Yzak's shout and look up just in time to see his partner come hurtling towards him - or rather, towards the breach in the hull. Swearing, he released his grip on the beam with one hand and lunged outwards. For a horrible moment he thought he'd missed... then his fingers closed around Yzak's wrist, and he clamped down with every bit of his strength. Yzak might have a broken wrist to show for it, but a broken wrist was better than explosive decompression. Yzak swore and clung to Deakka, bringing his other arm up to firm his grip. "Deakka!" he cried, his eyes wide with fear, his cry nearly ripped away completely by the wind. "Don't let go. Please!" Deakka didn't bother to reply. Every bit of his concentration was in holding onto Yzak... and, more importantly, hanging onto the support beam. After all, Yzak could hang on to HIM... the support beam wasn't going to do anything to help him stay attached to it. His injured ribs were screaming in protest - he might have been healed enough to go back to scrubbing the walls, but trying to hold the weight of two full grown pilots against the inverse pressure of vaccuum was another matter. Oh god, oh god... I don't think I can hang on much longer... He squeezed his eyes shut as his grip slipped on the beam minutely. Where the FUCK is the emergency sealant? Yzak clung to Deakka with all of his strength. His shoulder was throbbing, but he had enough of a grip that his own fingers weren't slipping anymore. Unfortunately, the maw of hell was still trying to suck him down, and he could SEE Deakka's own grip slipping. God, oh God, please make the sealant work. Please close the hole, he prayed desperately. There was another, smaller explosion, and the vibration was enough to shake loose Deakka's weakening grip on the beam. For a second his heart stopped, as he was certain they were about to be sucked out into nothingness. Instead, they impacted something sticky and gooey, and were caught fast. He could still feel the vaccuum pulling at them from behind whatever it was that had caught them... but when he opened his eyes again, he saw the vibrant blue colour of the sealant, and whooped with relief. The second explosion must have been the sealant bursting free of its pipes, and it had beaten them to the hole by a VERY narrow margin. Yzak opened his eyes slowly, hearing Deakka's whoop and realizing as he saw the blue, sticky substance all around them that they were safe. Taking a deep breath, he pressed his forehead against Deakka's shoulder. "H-holy fuck..." he said softly. "I thought we were dead!" "Oh, Christ, you're not the only one!" Their movements were hampered by the residue that held them, but Deakka managed to give Yzak a rib-straining hug anyway. He was starting to shake with the reaction to the fear and adrenalin. "If I'd let go one SECOND sooner..." Yzak returned the hug, retaining just enough presence of mind not to hurt Deakka's injury further. He was shaking in earnest. "Let's just not think about that, okay?" he said. "No, shit," Deakka replied. The air in the hangar was very thin, as most of it had already been sucked out of the hole - he was starting to feel dizzy and lightheaded. He clung to Yzak as something solid, and sighed with relief when he heard the vents start throbbing. "They're pumping air back in. They'll be in here to cut us loose soon." Yzak lowered his head to Deakka's shoulder and closed his eyes, concentrating on just breathing in and out as the oxygen began to return and the adrenalin in his system began to ebb. Deakka wasn't sure how long they held onto each other quietly, waiting for help to come, before he finally heard the doors to the inside slide open. The room had refilled with atmosphere again, and it wasn't so hard to breathe, though he still felt a little dizzy from oxygen starvation and the shock of it all. He cleared his throat, and managed to raise his voice to get the attention of the workers who were searching the wreckage for survivors. "Over here!" There were several exclamations of surprise, before a couple of them hurried over. "How the hell did you get in there?" One of them asked, looking shocked. "What did you do, hit it right at the same time it covered the breach?" "How the fuck are we going to get them DOWN without breaching the sealant?" someone else asked, just as shocked. "That's EXACTLY what we fucking did!" Yzak snarled. "Because the sealant didn't WORK properly, so we had to hang on for dear life. We could have gotten sucked right out! So get us the fuck DOWN!" "Well, unless you want to get sucked right out ANYWAY, you'll calm down and let us figure out HOW to get you down," one of the techs snapped back. "Calm down," Deakka murmured over Yzad's head. "Let them do their jobs. If you rush them, they might make a mistake and we WILL be sucked out, like he said." Despite his calm tone, his hands were still shaking badly where they clutched at Yzak. Yzak bit back a rude retort, closing his eyes and resting against Deakka instead. "Maybe if they maintained the safety sealant properly, we wouldn't be IN this mess," he muttered, far too quietly for the techs below to hear. Deakka looked up, and grimaced at the scorched and battered condition of the hangar ceiling above them. "Look up. The explosion of the Jinn crushed the pipes in - the nozzle was destroyed. The sealant couldn't be released until it had built up enough pressure to explode the pipe. It's not their fault." Yzak glanced up and saw the truth of Deakka's words. "I...I guess so," he said reluctantly. He sighed and lowered his head to Deakka's shoulder again. "I just want out of here, that's all." he said quietly. "You and me both, buddy," Deakka replied, laying his cheek on Yzak's head in turn. To the men down on the ground puzzling over how to cut them free, they probably looked like they were in a weird parody of a lover's embrace, but at the moment Deakka really didn't give a shit. Yzak didn't give a thought to the position they were in. If it had occured to him, he might have been embarassed, but he was far too glad to be alive, and far too comforted by Deakka's arms around him to think much beyond that. He was still shaking slightly and his fingers were sore from cramping around Deakka's wrist. His shoulder was bruised and his wrist sore from being wrenched when Deakka caught him. All he really cared about was getting back to his cabin and going to sleep. It took nearly half an hour, but at last the techs managed to soften the hardened sealant from around them WITHOUT having it give way under pressure of vaccuum from behind. They helped the two shaken pilots down, still covered in gooey blue globs that were already starting to harden again. "You'd better get that shit cleaned off before you're stuck with it," one of he techs advised them. "Hurry! It's designed to harden FAST." Yzak nodded and headed mechanically towards his cabin. "Shower?" he asked Deakka, almost desperately. "Will it come off in the shower, you think?" "Only if we get there in the next five minutes, probably," Deakka replied grimly, picking up the pace. "And you can complain all you want, we're BOTH cleaning off at the same damn time tonight." "There still isn't room!" Yzak protested without heat. He knew as well as Deakka did that they didn't have a choice. He glared at a private who was staring openly at them and the boy ducked his head down and hurried on his way. "Deal with it," Deakka replied wearily. "We'll squish. Otherwise, whichever of us DOESN'T get the shower first is going to need to have this crap surgically removed, with our luck." "Yeah, I know," Yzak said irritably. They reached their cabin and the silver-haired boy immediately began stripping out of his uniform, shoving it in the laundry chute. That took care of most of the sealant, at least. The only parts of him now covered were his hands, face and his hair. God... I better not have to cut it all off, he thought, catching sight of himself in the mirror and wincing as he saw the blue globs stuck all over. Deakka saw the look, and laughed. "Go. Shower. Now. I'll help you wash your hair out, and we'll do that first." Privately he had to admit it would be a damn shame if Yzak had to cut that gorgeous hair of his. Yzak blushed. "Thanks," he said embarrassedly, already heading for the bathroom to start the water running. "You probably think it's stupid..." Deakka shrugged, slinging his own ruined uniform down the chute. "Why? You've got nice hair, no reason you shouldn't want to take care of it." He grinned. "Despite what some people would have you believe, vanity is NOT a female prerogative." Yzak was still blushing. "Well...at least you agree with me there," he said. "Otherwise I'd have to kick your ass." He twisted the knobs and stepped under the steaming hot spray, hoping the heat would melt away the blue goo. "You and what army?" Deakka wanted to know, crowding in behind him. It was a tight fit, but when it came right down to it, the cockpit of a Jinn was much closer quarters. Though, granted, you didn't have to SHARE that with anybody. Deakka was irritated to realize his hands were still shaking badly as he reached for Yzak's special soap and dumped some of it into his palm. "Here, turn around, I'll get your hair." Yzak sighed and turned around, putting his hands against the cold tile to brace himself while he tried to make room for Deakka. "This thing is like a closet," he growled. Deakka turned towards him, and froze, soap dripping slowly through his fingers. Yzak looked like he was getting ready to be fucked from behind... not an unenticing prospect, and not to say Deakka had never thought about his gorgeous teammate that way before, but... christ, now was NOT the time. In quarters this close, there was hardly any way Yzak could miss his reaction. Unfortunately, his body had other ideas. The close brush with death had brought about a predictable reaction - the desire to reconfirm life in the most basic way possible. Blushing, Deakka moved to dump the soap into Yzak's hair, and hoped the other boy would brush off his reaction as being nothing more than that primal instinct.
Yzak sighed inwardly as Deakka's hands began to massage his scalp. His body was hyper-aware of the other boy's proximity, and was reacting accordingly, to his intense frustration.
CHRIST, I wish he'd stop wiggling around like that, Deakka bit back a groan and swallowed hard. And making those NOISES... God, if I didn't know better I'd think he was TRYING to seduce me!
And just that suddenly, it occurred to him that Yzak was undoubtedly reacting the brush with death much the same way he was. He risked a glance over his teammate's shoulder, and smirked when his guess was confirmed. He couldn't help but laugh, at that.
Yzak heard Deakka's laugh and twisted around to look at him. "What's so funny?" he asked, his face flushing as the possibilities for what Deakka could be laughing about passed through his head, none of them something he'd appreciate the humour of.
"You and me," Deakka replied, still chuckling. "Both standing here hoping the other one won't notice." He raised a challenging eyebrow at his teammate.
Despite himself, Yzak's eyes dropped to Deakka's groin, the blush deepening as he realized that the other boy's erection matched his own. "It...it's natural!" he said defensively. "We just nearly died..."
"I know it is, dumbass," Deakka replied affectionately. "That's why I'm LAUGHING at us. Now turn around so I can finish your hair." He took Yzak gently by the shoulder and turned him around again, and returned to scrubbing the other boy's scalp.
The tension was thick in the tiny cubicle now, but at the same time Deakka was more relaxed about it. Now it was in the open, they didn't have to try to hide from each other... it was just a matter of whether either of them would act on it.
Yzak's shoulders were tensed for a few minutes, but after a while he began to relax again, sighing audibly. Behind his closed lids, he remembered more than one dream he'd had about his roommate and partner and he squirmed again unconsciously. Now what...? he wondered.
Deakka bit back another moan as Yzak squirmed again. He leaned forward until his lips were just behind the silver haired boy's ear, and murmured, "If you keep doing that, I'm going to take it as an invitation," he warned, his voice tight with increasing lust.
Yzak gasped softly, his shoulders tensing again. Deakka's lips brushed his ear as he spoke, and the touch sent tingles down his spine. He turned slightly and smirked to the other boy. "What if I don't care what you take it as?" he asked.
Deakka didn't need it written out in stone. He leaned forward and captured Yzak's smirking lips in a fierce kiss, planting his hands on the wall on either side of Yzak's. He was slightly taller and quite a bit broader-shouldered than Yzak, so he pinned him in neatly.
At the back of his mind a part of him was nagging at him that this might not be a good idea... screwing Yzak now might screw them both later on, when the heat of lust had faded and they still had to work together as a team.
You've got a good partnership here, DON'T fuck it up... that tiny voice warned him. But at the first sweet taste of Yzak's lips under his own, Deakka firmly told that part of himself to shove it.
Yzak made a muffled sound of surprise as the normally laid-back Deakka came on so strong. His eyes slid closed as he responded to the kiss, sliding his tongue into Deakka's mouth and beginning to turn the tables on the other boy while his arms went around the boy's larger frame.
Deakka groaned into his mouth, dropping one hand from the wall to wrap around Yzak's waist, pulling him closer. He took a step forward, pushing Yzak with him, until the other boy was firmly sandwhiched between him and the wall. He dropped the hand he had around Yzak's waist then, running it along the smooth, wet skin of the other pilot's side instead.
Yzak growled slightly, nipping at Deakka's lips and sliding his hands down the broad back. What's with the aggressive act, anyway? he wondered, digging his nails in briefly as he moved his hands.
Deakka gasped as Yzak dug his nails in, and arched into the almost painful touch. He pulled away, and smirked at the look on Yzak's face. His two previous lovers had both been surprised by his aggressiveness in bed as well, but the truth was, he was aggressive by nature. He just controlled it most of the time.
Aha! Yzak thought as Deakka pulled back, moving onto the attack. He pressed forward, sealing his lips to Deakka's again and shoving his tongue into the taller boy's mouth.
When Yzak pushed forward aggressively, Deakka didn't resist, but he did realize that Yzak thought HE was going to be the one in control of the situation. Poor thing probably thinks he's a seme, Deakka chuckled to himself. I bet he's never been with anybody strong willed enough to show him differently...
He returned the kiss, but refused to move his body, so that Yzak was still trapped between him and the wall. He slid one hand into the hair at the nape of Yzak's neck, fingers sliding gently against the scalp. His other hand drifted lower, catching Yzak's hip in a strong grip and pulling him closer still.
Yzak moaned softly at the touch to his scalp. He brought his hips sharply against Deakka, trying to move him and finding that he lacked any sort of leverage to do so.
Deakka broke away from Yzak's lips, trailing his mouth down the strong, smooth column of the other pilot's throat. He ground his hips back against Yzak's, rubbing their cocks together until the friction was maddening to both of them.
Yzak groaned, tilting his head back against the tile as the pleasure he felt overwhelmed his thoughts. His hands slid lower on Deakka's back, gripping the firm globes of his ass, bringing their hips even more sharply together, but he still didn't have much range of motion, pinned as he was against the wall.
"God, you make the most incredibly sexy noises," Deakka murmured against Yzak's throat. He dropped his hand from Yzak's hair and brought both hands around to cup the boy's ass, lifting him slightly against the wall so they were just a bit more perfectly aligned. That put Yzak up on his toes, relying on Deakka's body against him for his balance.
Yzak gasped again, bringing his hands up to clutch at Deakka's shoulders. He felt off-balance, out of control, cradled in Deakka's hands and relying on him for protection. The feeling was foreign to him, but it sent a rush of feeling through him that made him melt against the taller boy, thought flying out of his mind.
Yzak moaned incoherantly in reply, grinding his hips against Deakka's and winding his arms around his neck. He whimpered softly in the back of his throat, his head tipped back against the cool tiles as Deakka's lips moved over his throat. What is he doing...? What am I doing?
Deakka brought one hand back around to tease at Yzak's nipples. He started gently but grew progressively more rough, watching carefully for any sign that Yzak wasn't enjoying himself. He had no idea what the other boy's limits or hot spots were, so he'd have to be careful until he found them.
Yzak squirmed and began to cry out softly as the roughness increased. Far from being in pain, Yzak seemed to respond to the rough treatment, grinding his hips more firmly against Deakka's and voicing his pleasure with increasing volume.
Deakka's grin increased as he realized that Yzak obviously liked his sex much the same as Deakka... hard and rough, full of passion and urgency. He obliged, ducking his head and biting at the other nipple.
Yzak let out a cry, his hips surging against Deakka's. His fingers buried in the other boy's short curly hair, closing and pulling convulsively as he forced Deakka's mouth against his chest.
Well, he liked that... Deakka mused, biting harder and then soothing the hurt with his tongue. Let's see how he reacts to this... if I can get him mindless with need, he won't object too strenuously when I go after his ass.
He raked his hand down Yzak's back, digging the nails in just hard enough to be felt... and continued down over the smooth globe of the other pilot's ass, until his fingers brushed the sensitive skin on the back of his thigh.
Yzak whimpered and squirmed, making soft noises of need in the back of his throat. "G-god...Deakka," he moaned. "W-what are you doing?"
Deakka chuckled. "Seducing you, dumbass. What does it seem like?" He curled his tongue around Yzak's nipple, then bit down again at the same time he trailed his hand back up over Yzak's ass. He flattened his palm against the smooth skin - not incidentally winding up with his fingers just brushing the crack - and urged Yzak up a little higher. The only way the other boy would be able to get any higher was to depend on Deakka entirely for support - wrap his legs around Deakka's waist and hang on. Let's see if he's ready to take the bait yet...
Yzak squirmed in Deakka's hold, trying to obey the silent urging. Finally, he lifted one leg, then the other, wrapping them around Deakka's waist as the taller boy had wanted. His back pressed hard against the cold tile, and he whimpered as the position opened himself up totally to the other boy.
Gotcha, Deakka smirked to himself, his eyes narrowing with pleasure. He brought both hands down to Yzak's ass now to help him stay up, supporting him with the palms and using his long, supple fingers to tease closer and closer inwards. At the same time he ground his cock forward, and the position made it rub against the bottom of Yzak's ass while the silver-haired boy's cock was caught between their stomachs.
Yzak cried out as Deakka's fingers probed at his entrance, his eyes flying open as he protested vaguely, his pleasure-hazed mind not even sure what he was protesting. "W-wha--"
Deakka bit down again, then moved up to nibble at the arch of his neck. "Just relax," he murmured. He was working himself up every bit as much as he was arousing Yzak, but he clamped down on his control. If he didn't do this right, all he'd succeed in doing was pissing Yzak off - or worse, scaring him off. Either would be a disasterous end to their partnership.
"D-Deakka..." Yzak whimpered, his eyes sliding shut again. "N-not an u-uke..." he whispered, though the way his body was pressing down against Deakka's fingers gave the lie to that statement.
"Who said you were?" Deakka countered softly. He listened to Yzak's body signals rather than his voice, and carefully rubbed one finger along the outside of Yzak's entrance. "Hell, even some straight guys like being touched there."
"Oh..." Yzak moaned, relaxing into Deakka's embrace once more as he quickly succumbed to the sensations pounding through him.
"That's better," Deakka encouraged him softly. His voice was husky with desire, and the feel of Yzak's cock pressed between them was driving him nuts. He clenched his teeth and took a deep breath, praying for control.
The water running over them both made Yzak's skin slick, and Deakka was able to tease at his entrance with one finger, gently probing inwards against the tension of the ring of muscles.
Yzak cried out again, his body seeming to suck Deakka's finger inside him. He threw his head back, gasping for breath and moaning with desire. "Please...Deakka..." he whimpered.
"It's all right," Deakka replied, stroking further inward with the tip of his finger. Once he found the right spot, Yzak wouldn't think twice about letting him do more... "I'm right here, Yzak, just relax..."
He felt his fingertip brush the slightly rougher flesh he was looking for, and pressed upwards with a wide smirk he carefully did not let Yzak see.
Yzak cried out loudly, nearly screaming. Deakka felt his cock twitch against his stomach as the silver-haired boy was reduced to a squirming, shivering, pleading bundle of nerves.
Deakka groaned loudly. The incredibly sexy sight of his partner losing control was making HIM lose control. He wasn't sure he could wait a hell of a lot longer.
Taking a chance, he withdrew his finger abruptly and moved his hand back to Yzak's nipple, hoping the sudden emptiness would prompt the other boy into blurting out something he might not otherwise offer.
Yzak cried out loudly. "NO!" he cried, squirming. "Deakka, don't stop. Please don't stop! Please, I need you!"
THAT was exactly what Deakka had been hoping to hear. "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere," he replied, his voice strained with urgency. He groped behind him, fumbling for Yzak's soap... it wasn't perfect, but it was better than nothing. He managed to grab it and twisted the cap off with one hand. "Do you trust me?"
"YES!" Yzak cried, and it was obvious that he'd have agreed to anything so long as Deakka followed it up by fucking him senseless.
Deakka chuckled low in his throat, and used the soap to make his fingers slippery. Carefully he slid two fingers inside Yzak, searching for that spot again. When he found it, he worked his fingers back and forth, stretching carefully. Given his earlier statement and general behaviour, there was a VERY good chance Yzak had never had a cock in his ass before, and Deakka didn't want to hurt him.
It didn't take long before Yzak was writhing and completely out of his mind with frustration. "Stop teasing me, and DO it," he cried. "Please!"
"God," Deakka groaned, losing his precarious hold on control. "You're too god-damned sexy to be real, you know that?" Withdrawing his fingers, he cupped Yzak's ass and lifted him enough to let him get a good angle, the tip of his cock pressing against the tight ring of Yzak's ass.
It took everything he had to keep himself from just ramming home in the tight, deliciously hot flesh that was waiting for him, but he managed somehow.
Yzak cried out and scrabbled at Deakka's shoulders and neck, finally reaching up and gripping the shower head tightly in an effort to cling to something solid and unyielding. Something to ground him as he was invaded. "Deakka!" he cried. "Fuck...yes...."
Once the head of his cock was past the tight restriction, it was much easier to push in. Deakka ground his teeth and slid in inch by inch, teasing both of them almost beyond their limits.
Finally he was buries as deep as he could go, his balls pressed tight against Yzak's ass. He clung to the other boy, panting, nuzzling his neck. "You... are fucking... amazing..." he gasped, rocking slightly back and forth to keep the friction going.
Yzak was incoherant, crying out and moaning with abandon with each move Deakka made. He returned his arms to around the other boy's neck, clinging to him tightly. "D-don't stop..." he whimpered.
Deakka didn't have the breath to speak anymore. He kissed Yzak fiercely, withdrawing from his body and slamming back in again, almost brutally hard. He didn't have the patience to go slow anymore, he just wanted to fuck Yzak senseless, and he wanted to do it NOW.
Yzak cried out loudly with each thrust, his back rubbing roughly against the tiles. He'd be sore later, but that didn't occur to him in the least as he urged Deakka onwards towards a punishing pace.
Deakka didn't need much urging. His fingers dug into Yzak's hips hard enough to leave bruises, as he slammed into him repeatedly. A shift in the way he was standing caused his cock to rub over Yzak's prostate with every thrust, and he gave a husky chuckle at Yzak's reaction.
Suddenly, Yzak threw his head back and screamed more loudly than he had before. His cock twitched and pulsed and his inner muscles clamped down as he came hard, his climax pounding through him in waves of ecstacy.
"Sh-shiiiit..." Deakka stuttered as the muscles clamped down over him. He managed a few more thrusts before his release rushed through him, nearly convulsing his muscles with the sheer strength of it. It was better than any orgasm he'd ever had before, that was for damn sure. Whether it was the life-threatening situation that had provoked this encounter in the first place, or just Yzak himself, Deakka wasn't sure.
He clung to Yzak as they both came back to earth, slowly lowering him so he was standing on his own feet again, albeit still pressed between Deakka and the wall.
Yzak clung to him, gasping for breath. The bathroom was thick with steam, and that only made breathing more difficult. The evidence of their lovemaking washed quickly down the drain, but now that he was coming to his senses, nothing could wash away his shame at the way he had acted.
My God...what happened just then? he thought. I was acting like a weak...pathetic...GOD Deakka must be laughing at me now!
With a snarl, he shoved hard at Deakka. "Let me OUT, you fuck," he growled. "Move!"
Deakka grunted as Yzak's blow impacted with his strained ribs, and staggered back into the other wall. "What the FUCK?" he exclaimed, bewildered. One minute he'd been coming down from the best high of his entire life, and the next... his partner-cum-lover was attacking him?
Yzak stumbled out of the shower, grabbing a towel and scrubbing vigorously at his skin. God...I'm so pathetic, he thought, disgusted and horrified at himself. Pathetic and weak. Just submitting like that, BEGGING for him to fuck me! What the fuck is WRONG with me?
Deakka had to take a second to collect himself, but then he charged right out after Yzak. Uncaring that he was naked and dripping water all over the place, he grabbed Yzak by the shoulder and spun him around. "What the fuck is WRONG with you?" he demanded, incensed.
Yzak recoiled. "Nothing!" he snarled, slapping the hand away. "There is NOTHING wrong with me. That...that was just a momentary thing, all right? I'm not LIKE that!"
Deakka was hurt, stressed, and tired enough that he took it personally - and reacted without thinking. "Excuse me? Who the fuck shoved the stick up your ass all of a sudden? It sure as hell wasn't there a minute ago..."
Yzak punched him. Hard. "FUCK YOU!" he nearly screamed as Deakka fell back against the wall, dazed, his jaw throbbing.
"You son of a..." Deakka started to swing on him, then checked himself abruptly, pulling his fist back. He closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, and when he opened them again, the violet was a cold, icy shade Yzak had never seen before.
"Fine. Whatever." The dark-skinned boy stalked over to his dresser and yanked out a fresh uniform, which he started pulling on without another word.
Yzak curled up on his mattress, covering himself and wrapping his arms around himself tightly. "Where are you going?" he asked suddenly, a twist of fear in his stomach that he fought not to allow to colour his voice. "You're not leaving are you?"
Deakka turned to him, tunic half fastened, his eyes still frozen. His expression wasn't much warmer. "What the fuck do you expect? You just punched me damn near hard enough to dislocate my fucking jaw. I got the distinct impression you DIDN'T want me near you."
Yzak averted his gaze. "There's nothing wrong with me," he repeated. "Nothing. You didn't have to say there was. You're the one who insisted on fucking me. You didn't have to say there was something wrong with me because I let you!" He closed his eyes and tightened his arms until he could feel his own skin bruising. "I thought you liked me," he rasped, his throat closing.
"Wha..." Deakka went back to being bewildered and angry instead of just angry. "What the fuck are you talking about? I asked what was wrong with you because you went from shuddering with ecstacy in my arms to shoving me AWAY from you in about three seconds flat! I thought I'd gotten used to how volatile your moods are, but that one took the cake!"
Yzak averted his gaze. "I..." With Yzak's face turned partly away, Deakka suddenly realized that his friend was huddled almost in a ball on the mattress. Rather than looking angry and intimidating, he looked...almost frightened.
Slowly the anger drained from Deakka entirely, leaving him only exhausted and confused. "Yzak," he pleaded softly with his friend. "Just tell me what the hell is going through your head, will you? I thought you were enjoying that as much as I was!"
Yzak flinched. "I...I'm not an uke," he said stubbornly. "I don't just...just take it up the ass like that, normally. I don't know how...I mean...I don't know what came over me..."
Hesitantly, Deakka lowered himself to sit on his side of the mattress, looking at his partner. "You talk like it would a horrible thing for you to be an uke," he said quietly. "What's so bad about it?"
Yzak glanced up long enough to glare at Deakka. "You don't think I am one, do you?" he asked defensively.
Deakka raised an eyebrow. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself well enough. What's the big deal, Yzak?"
Yzak flinched. "The big deal is that I'm not that WEAK, Deakka," he snarled suddenly. He glared heatedly up at Deakka, as though daring him to disagree.
He didn't see what he'd expected... Deakka just looked tired and confused. "I don't see what the hell the two have to do with each other," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Being uke doesn't make you weak, Yzak. The last thing anybody could ever accuse you of is being WEAK."
Yzak stared at him. "But...I...I just let you pin me down and fuck me," he protested. "I even BEGGED you for it..."
"Yeah, and?" Deakka just looked steadily back at him. "It felt good, didn't it? Why the hell should enjoying sex make you weak?" He shrugged. "And as far as begging for it goes, I've been reduced to begging a time or two myself." He smirked at the memory.
Yzak blinked at him. "Really?" he asked hesitantly. "So...you've had sex before, then?"
Deakka looked startled, then a bit upset. "You HAVEN'T? Christ, Yzak, if I'd known that, I'd have gone easier on you!" He shook his head. "Yeah, I've had sex before. And trust me, begging isn't limited to the uke." He snorted.
Yzak sighed softly, realizing slowly that Deakka certainly didn't think less of him for the way he'd acted. "I'm sorry I hit you," he offered, beginning to relax out of the ball he'd curled into.
Hesitantly, Deakka reached out to stroke his shoulder. "I'm sorry I yelled at you," he replied. "You confused the hell out of me, though."
Yzak looked at him hesitantly. "Don't...don't think this means you can just...control me, or anything," he said, inching closer. "I'm not just going to bend over all the time, you know..."
Hoping he was reading the signals right, Deakka reached out and gathered Yzak into his arms. "I'm not trying to control you, Yzak," he said reasonably. "You're my PARTNER, not my toy. I don't lust after people who haven't earned my respect... well, not generally," he added, smiling suddenly. "There've been one or two. But you don't fall into that category."
Yzak nestled against him, amazed at how natural the position felt. He put his arms around the taller boy and leaned his head against his chest. "How many people HAVE you slept with?" he asked in surprise.
Deakka choked, then laughed. "Two! I haven't slept with everyone I've lusted after!"
"Oh..." Yzak said, blushing a little. "I just...misunderstood what you said, I guess," he said, grinning a little. He sighed. "That...really DID feel good," he said reluctantly. "Is it always like that?"
Deakka shrugged. "It's never the same twice. But it's always good, or always has been in my experience."
Yzak groaned softly, closing his eyes. "You're going to make me bottom every time, aren't you?" he said grudgingly, though Deakka got the sense that he wasn't NEARLY as upset by the prospect as he wanted the him to believe.
Deakka shrugged. "I don't do uke. I'm the type of guy who DOESN'T like having anything up there." He smirked. "Which is a much rarer type than most guys would like to believe." He stroked Yzak's hair. "If it makes you feel better, everyone and their dog is going to assume you're the seme, because you're more outwardly aggressive than I am."
Yzak smirked up at him, then nuzzled against the underside of his chin, pressing his lips against Deakka's Adam's Apple. "You're right," he said. "I can handle that."
Deakka shivered slightly at the touch, and held him tighter. He leaned down and nuzzled Yzak's neck. He wasn't the type for affectionate words, but if he had been, he thought he just might have been using them now. "Partners?" he whispered instead.
"Yeah," Yzak whispered back, settling down to lean against Deakka again. "Partners..."
Deakka revelled in the feel of Yzak against him, and privately felt a little sorry for the Earth Sphere forces. They weren't going to have any idea what hit them, with the two of them working together.
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