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To Command and Conquer	By : Bloodysyren Category: +G to L > Jyu-Oh-Sei Views: 1183 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The storm was raging outside. As the door clicked open, frigid wind swept into the room. Zagi didn’t turn from his place by the window and only made a move once the door was securely shut. He heard the lock turn and spoke, his words biting,

“What do you want, Third?”

“Zagi. We need to talk.”

“And what exactly can you possibly talk with me about?”

“I came to talk about Thor.”

“Oh really? About how you are going to ultimately betray him and lead him to his death? Or about how you are lying to him and are only using him for your selfish gain?”

Third was struck speechless. He took a few steps forward and placed a hand on Zagi’s shoulder, turning him around sharply. His eyes were blazing with anger, but he didn’t know why. Everything that Zagi had said was true, there was no denying that.

“So, since we’ve cleared all of that up so quickly, what did you come here for?” Zagi’s gaze was hard, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. Third’s eyes went wide as Zagi grabbed him by the throat and slammed him up against the wall, his face pressed against the hard, cold surface.

“Or did you really come here to talk about us?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you do, Third. You came to talk about how we haven’t seen each other in four years, and even though it’s been that long, I can tell that your body trembles every time you think of me. And you know why, after so long, after four long years, why I have to wear this bodysuit. Because after four years, I still have those long scars down my back, from where it felt like I had been whipped by a lash. Those deep scratches where you dug your fingers into my back in wild fits of passion as you opened your body to me.”

His fingers slid down between Third’s legs and gently caressed the sensitive flesh between those quivering thighs. Third shut his eyes tight. Once again, he couldn’t deny any of what Zagi had said. It was all true and he nearly felt that he would die of shame from it. Through creating a bond so perverted with this fugitive, this horrible convict, Third, no, that other him, that other man, his true self, had betrayed and dishonoured his commanding officer and strayed from his true mission, to train and mould Thor to become the Beast King.

A smug smirk crossed his face now warming the wall with the heat of his skin, “You know, Zagi, you’re right. Every time I think about you, about how your fingers would stretch me to the brink of pain, about how your lips and teeth would rake sinful havoc on my burning skin, about how I would cry your name as I felt you come fast and hot inside of me, I still shudder with desire and I always wished that I could feel that pleasure one last time. But, you know, underneath it all, I still have a job to do, and you, unfortunately are just an insignificant part of it.” He chuckled low in his throat. Zagi slammed his head against the wall in his anger, making Third laugh harder, his temple blooming with dull pain.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Third! You are the one who is an insignificant part of my plan, and Thor will become the Beast King and fulfill his destiny, without your help.”

“Oh, Zagi, there is where you’re wrong. In order to become the Beast King, Thor must kill you, therefore, you are only a small part of the bigger picture.” He chuckled again. He felt himself wrenched off of the wall and his back hit the table hard. His breath was forced out of him as Zagi pressed down on his throat, that evil smile returning. Challenging and cold.

“And I know something else, Zagi.” Third gasped.

“What would that be?”

“That because we had such a drastic falling out, you attached yourself to an insignificant woman in order to replace me. How low of you.”

“Ha! You’re wrong, Third, I never loved her, she is just like Thor, a piece of my plan, one of my pawns.” His grip loosened on Third’s throat and he stood up to his full height, looming dangerously over Third, still spread across the table. A devilish smirk crossed Third’s face.

“So, Zagi.” He sat up on his elbows and fixed his fiery gaze on the other man, “Do you still have what it takes, to make me weak in the knees, to make me want you so badly I could die from the thought of it?”

Zagi snorted and unclipped his sword, the heavy blade clattering to the floor. The top button of his suit was flipped open, revealing that first small glimpse of pale, smooth flesh. Third’s breath hitched in his throat. He had not known how badly he head wanted this, how long it had really been finally settling in, his pants growing tight with anticipation. Zagi slowly undid the zipper of his bodysuit, letting inch after agonizing inch of his hard, muscled body reveal itself to Third, who was practically drooling from excitement, he could see it in his eyes.

That fierce hunger, just like four years ago when, in the shadow of the huge trees, or in a secluded cave at night, deep in the darkness, their desperate cries would fill the small space around them. Such a dangerous game, but neither on of them cared, it was purely about pleasure, the giving and taking of such sinful delights. The memories of this past flashed across Third’s flushed face and he closed his eyes, his breath hitching in his throat, unable to look upon his young lover all grown up, that deep commanding voice, those dark piercing eyes that had untold pleasures hidden in their very depths. He felt himself sitting up easily on the table, hands stretching out for that pale unblemished flesh. He wanted to feel that creamy skin beneath his fingertips, to hear cries and curses falling from those full lips.

Zagi let himself be drawn into Third’s embrace and felt those strong hands push the tight fabric from his shoulders, his arms trapped for now within the confines of his own clothing. He could feel Third’s hot breath on his skin and leaned his head to one side without realizing it. He had forgotten just how incredible this man standing before him was. He had long ago forgotten how tempting and erotic Third’s mouth, his tongue, his very hands could be. Zagi felt himself go rigid and then lax beneath that touch. Third was lapping at the junction between his shoulder and his throat, remembering that this was the one place that made Zagi weak in the knees. A sharp gasp filled the silence of the room and Zagi squeezed his fingers into his palms trying to regain some composure, but it was no use. He could feel himself growing weak, he wanted it so badly, but he couldn’t bring himself to form the words. A quick moan escaped his dry throat and he whimpered in spite of himself.

“So, Zagi,” Third lifted his head from a purpling bruise on the side of the named man’s neck, “How does it feel to be conquered for a change?”

“I’m not done with you yet.” Zagi whispered shakily.

“Oh, but I think that in this state, there is nothing for you to do but succumb to me, don’t you think?” Third squeezed Zagi’s right nipple between his fingers and felt his knees go weak.

“Don’t you want to feel what it’s like, after such a long time, of being filled so completely with your lover’s dripping cock? Because I remember so well how you used to squirm beneath me and cry my name, your legs clamping hard across my hips, the long line of your throat open to my searching mouth as you felt me come inside you.” Third ran a finger down the side of Zagi’s neck, making him shiver and bite his lower lip, so like a small child. Zagi’s eyes opened half-mast and bored into Third’s own searching gaze. They looked at each other for a long moment and suddenly Zagi leaned forward and nipped at Third’s mouth, panting through harsh, deep kisses,

“Do what you want, Third. I‘m yours for this one night before we both meet our fates.”
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