Deep Emotion [ dearka x yzak ]

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For Tara: without you, I would be beyond SEED illiterate! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

The Voltaire cruised slowly through the Debris Belt. The Nazca class ship was on regular patrol, keeping a wary eye on the Earth Alliance. Ever since the attack on Armory 1, all ships in the cluttered gravity well were on full alert.

Yzak Jule sighed as he glanced at the ship's map display again. Nothing. Absolutely nothing moved that was of interest to him. A few Lurasia ships were heading towards PLANT, but that was all. A small warning beeped and the ship moved behind a large piece of floating rubble. It was time for OMNI's scanner sweep. The ship was anchored and all non-essential systems shut down.

"Crew has two hours down time, just don't do anything stupid!" Yzak told the bridge crew. The members walked out, chatting amongst themselves. Yzak scowled after them. "Novices..." he grumbled.

"Relax! This is a simple assignment. Don't get all worked up over nothing," came a calm voice from behind him. Yzak turned and deftly caught the can that was thrown at him. With the gravity on the bridge active during a non combat period, the can dropped easily into his hand.

"Exactly. It's an easy assignment. I don't like it," the silver haired pilot complained. He scowled as his boyfriend began to laugh. "STUFF IT DEARKA!"

"Oh God," Dearka choked out. He shook his head and let out a few more laughs before whipping his eyes from the tears of mirth. "Honestly Yzak, enjoy the peace and quiet while you can. Don't go looking for a fight."

"You know I don't deal with peace easily."

"Get used to it. We aren't at war anymore."

"But we don't know when that may change!" Yzak cried out, whirling around and facing Dearka. The violet eyed boy nodded sadly. He sighed and looked out the windows towards the remains of ships and colonies.

"I know...but we can't jump to conclusions," Dearka replied before taking a sip from his drink. Dearka Elthman was by no means a pacifist. A survivor of the battle Jachin Duue, though only with Yzak's help, he was one of ZAFT's best pilots. But just because one fights and is good at it does not mean one has to enjoy it.

Yzak looked at his boyfriend quietly. Dearka was debating something, he just couldn't tell what. Setting his drink down, the silver haired commander moved and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck. The blonde blinked and smiled down.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Yzak whispered quietly.

"It's nothing..." Dearka whispered, leaning in close and kissing his commander and lover gently. The silver haired boy practically melted into the kiss. Dearka wrapped his arms around his love's waist and pulled the two flush. Yzak moaned quietly at the full body contact and pulled away from the kiss.

"This is a bonus for peace time..." he murmered.

"You just like having sex any time," Dearka said matter of factly.

"Stuff it Dearka!" Yzak growled.

"Just tell me where..." the blonde whispered huskily, sending shivers down Yzak's back. He looked around and his eyes fell onto the large map table. He pulled Dearka towards it. Violet eyes lit up with recognition. "Are you sure you want to..."

"Just shut up. You think too much..." Yzak growled lightly and kissed his boyfriend hard. Dearka needed no second bidding. He pushed his fair haired lover back until the smaller boy was laying underneath him on the hard surface. Dearka, being the marksman that he was, went straight for his target's week area: his neck.

"Damn tease!" Yzak moaned out as his boyfriend's tongue traced patterns along his neck. He arched and whimpered slightly as the blonde bit him lightly. Blue eyes fluttered closed as he rocked his hips up against those of his lover. Dearka smirked and kissed his love lightly.

"Someone seems a little desperate..." he whispered.

"Stop taunting me! We haven't had time to our selves since the break in!" Yzak returned, rocking his hips again in desperation. His eyes snapped open and he glared into the smiling eyes of his boyfriend.

"See? I told you peacetime was enjoyable..." he retorted. Before the silver haired boy could respond, Dearka kissed him forcefully, his hands reaching for the hidden buttons on the uniform. After much cursing on his part, Dearka had unfastened all the snaps and had thrown the jacket and shirt across the room.

"Now who's impatient?" Yzak retorted. He smirked up at Dearka. The blonde stuck out his tongue and shed his off duty shirt. Yzak smiled and ran his hands up the chest of his lover. He smirked when a low groan issued from the violet eyed boy. He in turn hissed when he felt Dearka's lips on his neck again.

It wasn't long before Yzak was panting softly, his head rolled back and his eyes glazed over with desire. He shook his head and quirked an eyebrow as Dearka fumbled with the clasps on the black pants that clung to the silver haired boy's hips. Suddenly, there was a loud rip and Yzak was without pants or boxers. He blushed and glared up, but saw Dearka smirk and kiss his chest gently. The boy's breath hitched as he felt the blonde's tongue trace a path from one of his stiffened nipple. His eyes slid closed and he hissed at the warm tongue tracing a path over his cool skin.

Dearka smiled to himself and nipped at Yzak's navel gently. He heard a small moan and felt the hips below him buck slightly. Raising an eyebrow, he kissed lower and ran his tongue around the boy's erection. Blue eyes snapped open and the body they belonged to convulsed. Dearka needed no further bidding and proceeded to lick slowly up the waiting erection of his lover.

"DEARKA!" Yzak cried out at the unexpected contact. He arched up as the feeling of soft lips engulfed his erection. His cried out again as Dearka's head bobbed lightly. His vision only allowed him to see a curly mass of blonde hair, but he felt the action. He groaned and bucked his hips lightly. A soft chuckle came from the blonde, causing the silver haired boy to spasm again.

Yzak thrashed again, his back arching as he felt Dearka's nails scratch slowly down his chest. He moaned, bucking his hips slightly as the blonde began to hum, the vibrations sending wave after wave of pleasure through the silver haired boy.

"Stop teasing me!" Yzak choked out hoarsely. Dearka's face appeared with a small smile on his face.

"And what, pray tell, would I do if I weren't teasing you?" the blonde drawled lightly, his eyes twinkling. He reached his hand down to stroke his lover's erection slowly, drawing another gasp and moan from the silver haired boy.

"SCREWING ME YOU JERK!" he cried out, bucking his hips into the stroking hand. Dearka chuckled and kissed him gently. He pulled out a small tube for his pocket and dropped his pants and boxers. The blonde smirked and squirted some of the cold gel onto his lover, earning a quick shriek from the silver haired boy.

"Shhh..." Dearka soothed. He kissed his love softly and teased a finger around the boy's clenched opening. Yzak whimpered, which caused a thin, blonde eyebrow to rise slightly. The silver haired boy bucked against the impeding digit. He moaned again and pulled Dearka's hand closer and arched as the digit entered him.

Dearka blinked. He had never seen Yzak so docile and begging. He would not pass this moment up. He began to withdraw his finger slowly, when the silver haired boy whimpered again. Curious violet met pleading blue and the blonde conceded. Dearka nodded and removed the finger.

Yzak squirmed lightly on the table. His flushed face watched as Dearka prepared himself, coating his own erection in the cold gel, smirking lightly when he gasped as the gel met hot flesh. The blonde glared at the smirk and moved in between the silver haired boy's legs. He pressed against Yzak slowly, drawing a moan from his lover. Dearka leaned in and kissed the withering teen lightly before pressing into him. Yzak arched up, moaning into the kiss, his hips bucking slightly and brushing against the toned stomach of the blonde.

Dearka groaned lightly as he began to move. Yzak's legs instinctively wrapped themselves around the blonde's waist, drawing them closer together. The boy below him arched as Dearka reached down to stroke him. The blonde groaned slightly, and thrust slowly. The silver haired boy moaned at the slight movement. Dearka groaned again and leaned in to kiss the side of Yzak's mouth.

Blue eyes opened slowly, the surfaces clouded over with passion. Both boys' breath was coming in pants, the slight raking of nails down Yzak's chest and Dearka's arms only added to the frenzy. The blonde leaned over his love, scratching at the silver haired boy's chest and stroking his member in time with the thrusts. Dearka groaned and closed his eyes, increasing his speed. Yzak responded by moaning loudly and arching into the touch.

"Dearka....please..." Yzak panted out, his eyes screwed closed. The silver haired boy arched a second later as Dearka's thrusts became quicker and more powerful. The strokes on his erection become more urgent. With a cry, Yzak reached his climax, empting himself over his stomach and the map he was sprawled on.

Dearka cried out his loves name as he emptied himself into his lover. His breath came in pants as he collapsed on top of the silver haired beauty. Yzak groaned lightly and nuzzled against the blonde.

"We should get cleaned up..." he mumbled.

"Ever the commander," Dearka grumbled, slowly getting up. The communications console chose that moment to flicker to life.

"This is Mission Dispatch! Attention Voltaire! Junius Seven..." the dispatcher's voice faded out and a blush came to her cheeks. The camera was focused directly on the two commanding officers laying in a post-sex glow. The young dispatcher stammered and abruptly cut the line. Dearka burst out laughing.

"Oh...my....GOD!" the blonde cried out, falling off of Yzak and laughing loudly.

"SHUT UP!" the commander replied, grabbing Dearka's discarded shirt and cleaning himself up. "How much do you wanna bet I'll be the laughing stock of ZAFT for this!"

"Calm down. That girl would be much to scared to cross the great Yzak Jule..." Dearka mused. He dressed quickly and found Yzak's ripped boxers. "Er....do you mind going commando?"

"You are so dead for this!" the blue eyed boy replied. He quickly dressed and cleaned off the map table. Once his hair was immaculate again, he turned and gave Dearka a quick kiss. "Go. You have to be on duty in half an hour."

"Yeah...but I'm sleeping with the commander. I'm sure I can get off duty..." the blonde replied while burying his face in the crook of Yzak's neck.

"Well right now the commander wants to get to work. It sounded like serious business," Yzak whispered. He hit Dearka lightly and pushed him towards the door. "Now GO!"

Dearka opened the door and a gaggle of female crewmembers fell through. Yzak flushed red in embarrassment while Dearka started laughing. It was just another day on the Voltaire.