It took only a couple of words; a few carefully selected lines whispered into the man's ear, and Sanger Zonvolt was staring at him with an expression that was a beautiful mix of shock, confusion and embarrassment. Rätsel gave him a smile full of a certain warmth and took his hand before he excused them from the hangar. Most of his men weren't about to care what their commander was up to - if they even noticed - and no one stopped him on the way to his room.

Once there, Rätsel made sure to close the door behind them before he pressed Sanger against the nearest wall, quite amused by the fact that he had managed to get that reaction out of the other man with only a few words. There was only one thing that would've made things worse, that being blatantly getting naked in front of Sanger right here and now, but he wasn't about to go that far. It was better to take it slow seeing Sanger was already having trouble looking at him.

"Rätsel, I..." Sanger started but was silenced by a kiss. He fought back for a second then allowed it, and Rätsel started working on getting his partner's coat open. There was no resistance, and he managed to do that without much trouble.

"You were saying something?" The blond man asked with a smirk. "I don't think you're really in the position to complain now." His hand went for Sanger's crotch, and the man froze at the action. "Honestly, sometimes I have to wonder..."

"Wonder what?" Sanger mumbled, apparently fighting to control himself.

Rätsel pressed against him and stared into his eyes while his hand made its way under the other man's clothes. "Well, look at who started this again. I did, and it was me who dragged you along before anyone noticed what was going on. The part where you failed to ignore me or stop my advances is of course your own fault."

Sanger's eyes went wide when he was touched. "I wasn't trying to-!" He said and then failed to look at his partner as he had to close his eyes. "Rätsel!"

"You could always say no, you know," Rätsel pointed out, "should you think it's not a good time. But, maybe you're afraid that I'd get the wrong idea should you refuse. You should trust me more, my friend; I know you better and wouldn't be offended."

Sanger gritted his teeth, and Rätsel smiled at him and continued his caresses - until the other man suddenly grabbed his wrist and looked at him. "I have never thought that of you," Sanger muttered and pushed his friend away. "Never, Elzam."

The blond man raised his arms in front of him, taking a defensive pose, and nodded. "All right, I believe you. Sorry I ever mentioned it. So, is this a yes or no, then?" He inquired and took a step back. He then removed his goggles and worked on getting the ribbon that held his hair on a ponytail off. He was about to walk over to the desk to get the items out of his hands but didn't get a chance to do so as Sanger stepped closer, his eyes locked on him. "Hmm? You look awfully..." He started, but this time ended being the one that was silenced.

"Shut up," Sanger told him, and Rätsel - or Elzam seeing he had his hair down, the goggles were off, and he wasn't really pretending to be someone else since they were alone - raised an eyebrow. Sanger had this strangely determined look on his face. "And listen!"

"...Sanger?" Elzam managed to cut in. The other man was obviously ignoring him, and all Elzam could do was pretty much stare, somewhat surprised and very much amused.

"I am Sanger, Sanger Zonvolt!" Sanger continued his line as expected. "The sword that cleaves evil!"

Elzam laughed. "Sanger, did you just give me your-?"

That was as far as he got, as Sanger stepped in front of him, grabbed him by the chin and pressed a fierce kiss on his lips. He soon found it was better not even think about fighting it, not that he really wanted to. He made a mental note to never again tease Sanger about who was more willing to do what here - or maybe he could, on chosen occasions, if the reaction was going to be this.

Sanger broke the kiss and let him go, and he settled for backing away from the other man with clearly faked shock showing from his face. He didn't get far; Sanger grabbed a hold of his shoulders and pushed him back without saying a word. He ended up sitting on the bed and found himself lacking a vest soon after.

"Well," he stated, removing his scarf. "It's not often that you-"

"I believe I told you to be quiet," Sanger interrupted. "You seemed to be annoyed at my actions - or maybe it was the lack of response that made you think I'm not willing to be with you. You're wrong, Elzam. I let you do whatever you want because I..." He went quiet for a moment but kept glaring at the other man to make sure he wasn't about to say anything. "There is no reason why I would want you to stop," he then said. "Weren't you the one who just claimed to know me?"

"Uh-huh," Elzam replied.

"Then, enough talk," Sanger said. He proceeded to work on Elzam's shirt, and didn't stop until he got the blond half naked. "You're just better at taking the lead when it comes to this," he finally confessed. "And that's why I don't do it often. I hope you don't think of me as less of a man because of that."

Elzam gave him a knowing look. "Sanger," he said. "You know me better than that."

"Good," came the reply, and next thing Elzam knew he was on his back on the bed and Sanger was working on getting his shoes off. The rest followed soon after, and Elzam found himself enjoying the apparent lack of control he had over the situation. Sanger then surprised him by stepping back to admire his work before he started getting rid of some of his own clothes, and Elzam had to admit the awkward attempt at seduction was actually working. There was something quite pleasurable in the way Sanger dropped his coat on the floor and moved onto the next garment, as if he was doing it for show.

Well, technically he is, Elzam thought, his eyes locked on the other man's body. And this show is very much private. But if you were trying to prove something to me, my friend, I have to say you're definitely succeeding.

Once Sanger was shirtless, he stopped to look at his partner, though his eyes carefully avoided Elzam's lower body. He then knelt next to the bed and ran his fingers over the blond man's chest, and Elzam closed his eyes. He placed his hand on Sanger's arm and idly caressed it, though he kept his touch very light. If he was going to be the submissive partner here, Sanger was going to get to do the work while he was planning on just enjoying himself.

He ended up having to fight the urge to draw the other man down on top of himself and forced himself to stay still for just a moment until he'd win the battle against his instincts. Sanger didn't seem to notice as he was busy fondling his partner's neck.

"You look beautiful," Sanger stated quietly, and Elzam opened his eyes and looked at him, dumbfounded. It seemed his lover was full of surprises tonight.

"Why, thank you for the compliment," he managed to say, unable to keep himself from smiling. Sanger's behavior was far from refined, but somehow he succeeded in doing and saying the right things. Maybe you just do know me well, he thought, taking a few deep breaths to keep himself calm, if that was possible considering the circumstances. He really hoped Sanger was not going to take too long with the foreplay, seeing they were both quite aroused by now.

A minute later he found himself praying for it, as Sanger seemed to be in no hurry. He couldn't really complain; the other man's caresses were making him feel very comfortable, but driving someone crazy before actually proceeding to have sex was one of his specialties, not Sanger's. Well, he thought, amused. There is always the possibility of Sanger learning that from me...

"You know, Sanger, you don't have to," he voiced his thoughts. "Unless you have noticed, I'm more than ready here, and I don't think you need much stimulation either after what I did earlier."

Sanger brought a finger up on his partner's face and shook his hand like he was reprimanding a child. "Not. Another. Word."

"Oh, and what happens if I do speak?" Elzam inquired with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I'll touch you very slowly to the point of, ah, sexual torture," Sanger replied, keeping his cool. He wasn't about to let Elzam get to him even though the blond certainly knew how to get him bothered. "Until you beg me to stop."

Elzam looked pensive for a moment. "I'm not sure if I should take my chances with that," he then said. "Maybe if I'll just let you skip the torture part, though. Please get on with it already?"

Sanger stared at him for a second. "Elzam? It's not like you to... I..." He then looked around the room like he was trying to find something.

"In the drawer over there," Elzam said with a helpful nod towards the specified location. He watched as the other man stood up and went to take a look at the drawer he had been pointed to. Sanger apparently found what he wanted without much trouble, and Elzam smiled as the other man returned to where he had previously been. Opening the bottle of oil didn't take Sanger too long, and the man spread some of the bottle's contents on his fingers. Elzam was amused by the fact that Sanger looked slightly nervous, knowing that Sanger had almost let the blond provoke him again. It would be fine, though; it was certainly not the first time the other man was doing this.

Elzam tensed when Sanger placed his hand on his thigh. Sanger was doing what he had asked, but he shortly regretted urging the man like that though he really did need this. He then relaxed, obediently spreading his legs and closing his eyes. Sanger's skill as a lover sometimes left something to be desired, but in the end he didn't really have any complaints.

A good fifteen seconds passed before anything happened. Sanger seemed to hesitate at first but then got over it and caressed the inner part of Elzam's thigh with one finger for a second before he moved lower and spread some of the oil between the other man's buttocks. He let his free hand run up from Elzam's lower stomach to the chest and played with a nipple for a moment as if to distract his lover from the fact that he had a finger teasing the small opening between the blond's legs.

"That should be enough," he then mumbled. "Are you ready?"

Elzam sat up and reached for the nightstand. "Just a moment," he said and picked up a pack of condoms from the drawer, took one and dropped the rest of the pack in the drawer. He then worked on Sanger's pants for a moment to get them out of the way, and found himself unable to keep a smirk off of his face when revealing Sanger's erection. He looked at the other man shortly, showing him the item. "Unless you want to make a mess, I suggest we use one. Come here..."

"I can-" Sanger offered, but the blond shook his head.

"You've made sure I'm ready, so it's only fair that I do this," Elzam told him as he ripped the plastic wrap open. He fondled Sanger's manhood a little, taking his time putting the thing on and amusing himself with the fact that Sanger closed his eyes from the way he was being touched. "Done," he finally said.

"Hmm," Sanger muttered and leaned down for a short kiss before he pressed Elzam down on the bed again. He then positioned himself properly between the other man's feet and drew Elzam's right leg over his shoulder before he stopped to look at his partner for a long while.

"You're not going to get anywhere if you just stare at me like that," Elzam commented with a smile. "But," he then added. "We're not in our mechs, so if you could skip the comments about blade and steed and whatnot? I remember last time you did that, and it's kind of..."

He got a glare as a reward for the remark, and then Sanger pressed inside without further warning. Elzam ended up gasping, and he would have cried out had he not managed to grit his teeth. The momentary discomfort went away soon enough, though. He grabbed a hold of Sanger's left wrist as the other man leaned down for support, and the smile returned to his face.

"Didn't take you too long then," he said. "Although, ah, maybe you could..." he then continued, stopping to catch his breath in the middle of the sentence. "Warn me next time? It might have... been easier if I had, nnh, relaxed properly before you..."

Sanger shot another glare at Elzam for that, but he didn't say anything. It was hopeless trying to keep the blond quiet, and he knew it. If Elzam was in the mood for chatting even during sex, he would just have to ignore it. He concentrated on trying to keep the pace of his thrusts steady, and to make sure Elzam didn't look uncomfortable.

That the blond certainly didn't; he did, however, move his left foot and place it on Sanger's upper arm for support. Sanger stopped for a second and then thrust in again, figuring everything was fine. Besides, he knew Elzam would have objected had their position not been a good one.

"Mmm," Elzam mumbled and closed his eyes for a moment before looking at his partner. He let his free hand wander on Sanger's body a little before letting it rest on the other man's shoulder. He gripped hard enough to leave a light mark and arched his back a little as Sanger pushed in again in a very comfortable angle. This also caused him to tighten his hold on the other man's wrist, and he had to gasp for breath again.

"Elzam?" Sanger asked, stopping again much to his partner's annoyance. "Is this not good?"

"Heh, no, it's quite fine," came the reply. "I really don't see why you had to ask, unless you have something particular in mind... Aah, that's it eh. Well, how about you just concentrate on enjoying yourself?"

Sanger stared at him. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, nothing," Elzam said and closed his eyes. "I must say I admire your calmness, considering the- ah..." He shivered as Sanger suddenly remembered what he was doing. He then relaxed again, making it easier for Sanger to move. "...Circumstances here."

There was no reply other than quiet grunting. Sanger's pace was now quicker than what it had previously been, and Elzam decided it was better to stay silent for now. He had come to the conclusion that Sanger was, for whatever reason, obsessed by the idea of making this as pleasurable to him as possible, and he wasn't about to object.

"Nngh..." Sanger gritted his teeth as he was getting hot from the action, even though it wasn't really making him uncomfortable. He leaned more on his left hand and raised his right hand to Elzam's face to fondle him. They were both panting by now, and Elzam's expression wasn't the usual calm one. Sanger studied him for a moment and then smiled just a little; maybe he was worrying over nothing and could only blame himself for not being too good at reading his lover.

As if to prove this, Elzam squirmed, and then suddenly tightened his grip on his partner. "Gah," he murmured as his eyes flew wide open. "You...!"

Sanger reacted by freezing still once again. "Elzam?!"

"What?" Elzam hissed at him. "Do I really need to moan your name and mumble, 'aah, yes' over and over before it's clear to you that I'm enjoying this?" He then gave the other man a slight smirk. "Or well, perhaps pointing out that you're hitting quite the right spot there would do the trick?"

"I..." Sanger started but decided to shut his mouth and resume what he had been doing. He surely knew Elzam better than this, but today seemed to be one of those days when the blond did his best to tease him - and Sanger let him do just that.

Elzam took a deep breath before letting pleasure take over his senses. He didn't dare to move much now, seeing what he had told Sanger was the truth and the sensation was almost unbearable. It wouldn't take much longer before he would reach an orgasm, and he wished to last just a little more, if not for the pleasure then to see how long Sanger could take it.

This proved to be a far more difficult task than he was willing to admit as Sanger ran his hand from the blond's chin all the way down to his lower stomach and then wrapped his fingers around Elzam's erection and rubbed the tip of the organ gently. Elzam countered the move by sliding his hand down from the other man's shoulder and grabbing a hold of his wrist. He received a slight frown for it, but his grip wasn't so tight that it would have prevented Sanger from moving his hand.

The caresses worked quite well, and Elzam pressed against his partner's hand. "Nn-aah," he murmured, holding firmly onto Sanger's wrists. All the stimulation was too much for him, and he tensed one more time before releasing on the other man's hand and slackening on the bed.

"El...zam," Sanger managed to mutter. He wiped his hand on the sheets and leaned lower for more support. There was no way he could have stopped anymore, and besides, he knew that even considering doing that would only earn him a comment on his performance.

It only took Elzam a short time to recover, and he idly caressed his lover's arms, adjusting his position to better match Sanger's movement. "Mmh," he then commented. "I must say, you aren't doing too bad on the cleaving today, even though I'm not so sure how 'evil' I actually am..."

Sanger grumbled at the remark and scowled at him, but he was soon distracted and squeezed his eyes shut. Elzam petted his face, enjoying the way the other man was trembling. He had to admit Sanger had an amazing control of himself, but it was finally slipping.

"Chesutooo!" Sanger yelled, and Elzam laughed out loud.

"There is nothing you cannot cut, or how did it go?" He inquired as Sanger slumped on top of him.

"Very... funny," Sanger mumbled and pushed himself up, effectively drawing himself away from the other man. He placed Elzam's feet down on the floor and dragged himself up enough to sit on the bed next to his partner. He then let himself fall on his back on the sheets and looked at the blond. "Was that satisfactory?"

Elzam smiled. "Far more than just satisfactory, my friend."

"Good," Sanger replied. He yawned and closed his eyes, all spent from the act.

A minute or so passed, then Elzam sat up and looked at the other man - who was fast asleep by now. He laughed a bit and forced himself up, and then lifted Sanger properly on the bed and removed his shoes. He moved over to the nightstand, searched the drawer until he found a small pack of tissues and cleaned himself a little, and then took a look at Sanger.

"Always so much more than satisfactory," he told himself and sat down next to the man. He discarded the condom Sanger had totally forgotten, and wiped the other man clean.

A good nap was in order, he decided and climbed over his partner to the other side of the bed. He drew a blanket over his waist and partly covered Sanger with it as well. A nap, and maybe a shower after they'd both wake up.

Sword that cleaves evil indeed, he thought, amused.

Well, he sure didn't mind being cleaved by this particular sword.

Author's notes:

I fail at porn as always. Managed to write a Rai/Ryusei fic (the one called "Issues" - it's kind of related. Kind of) in the middle of this, too, before I got my act together and finished this one.

- Elmina (May 2008)