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Here Comes The Snake	By : NicotineDragon Category: Gundam (all others) > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gundam series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Michelo/Mezzina goodness. Mezzina's the young officer with glasses in the first episode and I think he is the cutest thing evah. And what does The NicotineDragon do with things that are cute and good? Corrupt and abuse them! Since I couldn't come up with a title, I made this into a songfic. Lyrics by The Cherry Poppin' Daddies.

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Here comes the snake and he circles your leg....

It happened so often lately, almost nightly, that Mezzina didn't even bother to tell anyone anymore. From the time he'd first became gundam fighter, Michelo didn't bother to hide his actions, knowing full well that there was nothing he could do to stop him and though Belchino was sympathetic, even protective, there was really nothing he could do any longer.

Michelo's arm was wrapped around the officer's waist, holding him steady as the man below him tried not to collapse on shaking knees. Michelo was breathing heavily, sweat dripping out of every pore, mind reeling in ecstasy and that unfortunately never had a factor in his scathing comments.

He's come to play and make your body parts shake....

Mezzina's legs were spread wide and he tried to take it silently but he gasped and whimpered with Michelo's thrusts. Fighting wasn't an option, his legs and arms were tied to the bed in sailor knots because Michelo was not a slow or stupid man, just cruel and sadistic. The carmine haired rapist knew that in order for him to submit, he'd have to be secured tight and quiet. The less in control he was, the easier it'd be.

It started with Mezzina being startled awake with a bandanna being tied around his mouth to muffle fighting noises and eventually gasps and moans. It was painful and pressed his soft, sensitive lips against his teeth. Mezzina twisted his back around to punch and scratch the attacker that he already knew. Michelo laughed softly in amusement as his hand gripped the back of his victim's head and forced him it to the mattress, smothering him. Michelo's legs were pinning Mezzina's own slender legs, making kicking impossible and Michelo's hips were already grinding against Mezzina, making the tawny-haired man well aware of the intentions of the redhead as if he hadn't already figured it out.

He comes swerving down your hall;
It'll feel so good when he gives it his all....

He tried to hit from behind, but Michelo merely pressed Mezzina's back against the mattress to sit on him while he fought for and eventually won against clumsy fighting movements as he tied the officer's wrists to the bedposts. Michelo leaned lusciously back into a complete angel's arch to secure the officer's feet to the remaining bedposts.

The bandanna softened the initial scream of being ripped open as well as made it impossible to breath through his mouth so he had to make due with uneven, deep, quick breathing through his noise. His eyes were shut tight as he tried to remove himself from the situation; it used to work, he could simply ride it out until Michelo was done getting his kicks out of shamelessly plundering helpless rookie cops with more eyelashes then muscle. But he soon found himself unable to transport himself to another place or another time as the swirls of sensations pinned him like an undertow to the here and now.

He's like a jail and you need an escape.
Want you to come get a file in your cake.

Michelo listened with a careful, musically trained ear and laughed when he heard tiny, desperate noises coming from the throat of his victim.

"Oh, I knew you loved this. Every single second of it." he simpered, his voice soft and dangerous, "You don't have to tell me, I can see it right here..."

I know he did you wrong
and I'm here to give you
what you wanted all along.

A small theif's hand that had been snaked around the officer's waist rubbed its way down his stomach to his thighs and inward to massage the no longer lax flesh it found there.

Mezzina's eyes flew open and he cried out loudly under the gag, straining against the bonds. His fingers dug into the sheets. His breathing quickened, it was if the room had been filled with a thick mist, making it harder to breath. Each thrust sent a sharp bolt of guilty and unwanted pleasure through him, up his spine and through his veins; his heart skipped beats.

Despite the...numerous...times he'd been with Michelo, he'd never felt this way. He wasn't used to feeling anything other then sick, ashamed, helpless, or angry. His head hung to his chest as he started to sweat heavily, closing his throat to stifle the small, desperate sounds he was making unwillingly. His eyes closed again as he tried not to look at the pictures on the bed-stand.

Here comes the snake.

"Such a good boy; you haven't made a peep since we've started..." Michelo simpered mockingly and obligingly increased his pace.

Mezzina mentally cursed Michelo as he resisted the urge to rub against Michelo's expert hand. Friction against his sex and that spot inside him made him want to scream. His jaw was clenched so tight that it would be aching terribly in the morning. He desperately stayed ridged, trying to maintain dignity as he was filled with the urge to lean shamelessly against his rapist. His breathing became more and more inefficient as the heat spread; each time that spot inside him was touched he felt his dignity and self-control slipping away.

Yes, I believe but I'd rather not pray.
What I believe in I'd rather not say.

Fingernails scratched against Mezzina's cheek as the bandanna was pulled away, mercilessly timed as the officer let out a loud, long, lust filled moan; his back arched and his head lolled back in climax. His seed spilled over a cadaverous hand and onto the soiled bedclothes. He panted heavily for a few seconds, his mind drowning in afterglow before he realized what had happened.

"Oh...God..." Mezzina gasped, his eyes wide with horror.

Did your God show you the door?
Well, I'm here to eat your apple to the core.

"K-keep me, Oh Lord, f-f-from th-the hands of the w-wicked," Mezzina gasped, still feeling Michelo's slick movements inside him, "p-pr-preserve me from violent men who have purposed to make my st-steps stumble."

"Hm, virile." Michelo sneered viciously, wiping his hand on the sheets. He kept pumping into him until he gasped, succumbing to his own orgasm. Unfortunately, he wore a condom, as always, and therefore there'd be no definable proof. Not enough for the courts that were paid to stay on Michelo's side anyway.

Here comes the snake.

Michelo shook his head free from the afterglow and climbed off the mousy-haired, diminished man. He removed the condom and threw it out the window, not caring who saw or what and tucked himself back into his pants. Mezzina, unable to maintain dignity any longer, cried shamelessly into his newly freed arms as Michelo undid the bonds, not caring if the gangster relished in hearing him.

Michelo pressed down on Mezzina's back, causing him to lay straight out, feet hanging off the bed as he pulled the covers over the cop, pecking him on the lips before darting out a window, closing it securely before leaving.

And I'm coming to get you.

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