Talk Dirty To Me

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Title: Talk Dirty To Me
Fandom: Gundam 00
Pairing: Lockon/Allelujah
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for the G00 kinkmeme like a million years ago. Kind of crack-filled, especially the ending. Hallelujah is an ass as usual.



"Talk to me, Alle."

The younger Meister looked up with an unfocused grey eye as he tried to catch his breath in order to respond. It wasn't quite working, as Lockon ground their sweat-soaked bodies together, eliciting a cry from the other.

"Wha...talk? Is this really the time for that?" Allelujah gasped, hands moving to clutch at Lockon's hips. "Think...we've got other things to focus on."

The brunette looked down on him with an amused expression. "C'mon. I want to hear you speak." There was a pause as he saw Allelujah's baffled expression. "...please?"

Allelujah's mind, though not naïve, was inexperienced in most things related to sex. As such, it wasn't yet grasping what the older man was asking for. "F-fine," he muttered, a shudder running through him as Lockon moved to trail a tongue down his neck. "I, uh...like you. A lot. And this, er...this is...good...?"

He realized that he was doing it wrong when Lockon completely stopped in his movements, looking up at him with an expression that read 'you have no idea what you're doing, do you.' The blush that was already present on Allelujah's face deepened. "I'm sorry!" he whined, twisting his head to stare at the wall next to the bed. "I don't know what you're asking me to do! What do you want me to talk about?"

Lockon peered down at him, thinking of the most simple way to explain it. "Talk dirty to me."

Allelujah paused for a few moments, his mind working as best it could given the current circumstances where 'conducive to thought' was the last description anyone could give it. He slowly began muttering "...I...err...mud?"

Lockon blinked several times, just staring at him quizzically, a mild grin on his face.

This second pause in the action was enough for Allelujah to turn several more shades of red before he glared up at Lockon. "I don't know what the hell you want, damnit!"

Lockon sighed. Apparently, Allelujah didn't watch enough porn. But, regardless, he would have to think of an easier explanation. "Tell me bit by bit, exactly what you want me to do to you now. What you want, how you want it, how you feel, how you want to make me feel...and no hesitation or politeness. I want you to be crude about it."

Allelujah turned back to look at Lockon, the completely baffled gaze back in place. "What...? That doesn't...why the hell would you want me to do something like that?"

"It's a kink, Alle. A turn-on. Whatever you want to call it. I like it. Do it for me." Again, the pause. "Please?"

"I…still don't know what to say," Allelujah murmured. Why did this have to be so complicated? Why couldn't they just go back to no talking, Lockon's body against his, slick skin against skin and heat against heat and---

There you go, now throw a few curses in there and you're good to go!

Allelujah's body momentarily tensed up at the voice in his mind. 'You...stay out of this!' he thought. The tension didn't escape Lockon's notice, and the man gave him a concerned look.

"You alright, Allelujah? I mean, if it's too much..."

Come on. You don't want to disappoint your lover, do you? Do it! I'll even help you out if you ask nicely.

The younger man closed his eyes, his brain beginning to go into overload. Between Lockon's ridiculous request and the unwelcome appearance of his other half, it was difficult to figure out what he should do. But, then again, he had to grudgingly admit that Hallelujah had a point. As absurd as what Lockon wanted him to do was, the glint in the pilot's eyes when the request was made told him enough. He looked up, eyes opening again. "I'll try, alright? But just...don't laugh at me."

Lockon grinned down at him. "Deal. You talk, I'll take care of the rest." To show his point, he leaned down again to Allelujah's neck, biting into the smooth skin. He was rewarded with a whimper as Allelujah desperately tried to think of a verbal response.

Beg him for more. That's not enough. Tell him that his mouth has better uses and if he doesn't put it on your cock right now, you'll...

These weren't alien thoughts to Allelujah, but to verbalize them? Embarrassment swelled up inside of him, and he was barely able to get the words out. "That's...ah...your mouth. B-better uses, so if you don't put it on my...oh, god," he muttered, wanting nothing more than to slam his head against the wall.

The Irishman chuckled into his skin, having since accepted that (at least this first time) the experience wasn't going to be quite how he first intended it to be, but at the least, it was amusing and rather endearing. He shifted down, scooting his body lower on the bed until he was finally sitting in between Allelujah's legs. "Put it on your what, Alle?"

"You know what!" Allelujah whimpered as Lockon lowered himself to place kisses on his thighs.

"That's not the name of the game here. You have to tell me."

"My...my penis…my…my manhood…my..."

The building grin on Lockon's face, coupled with the hysterics of his mental friend finally got to him, as Allelujah hit his head against the pillow, pretty much screaming out. "My cock, alright, my cock! I want your mouth on my cock! Damn it, are you happy now?!"

The other man finalized his grin, grasping said appendage by the base and taking it into his mouth. Allelujah let out a soft moan that quickly turned into a groan of frustration when Lockon pulled away. "What---why did you stop?!"

"You told me to put my mouth on it. You didn't tell me what to do afterwards."

Allelujah felt himself twitch, realizing that his lover was not going to make this easy.

Shit, Allelujah, how hard can it be?! Just tell him to wrap his pretty little tongue around you and suck you off. That's a good way to start.

Why? Why did he have to do this? He was going to kill Lockon after this, he swore... But right now, he was unfortunately at the man's mercy. The prospect of kicking the other Meister in the face and storming off to his own room to take care of his 'problem' himself wasn't very appealing, even with the mortification he was feeling at this little game.

Fine. He would force his mind to be blank, and say without thinking. Maybe he could use the anger and frustration he was currently feeling to his advantage.

Good boy.

"Shut up," he ground out between his teeth. Realizing that he said that out loud, he quickly spoke again so that Lockon wouldn't get suspicious. "Put your damn mouth back on me and suck me off."

"Now there we go," Lockon chuckled as he took Allelujah into his mouth once more. He moved upon him, tongue swirling around the shaft, lapping as if a kitten at the head, before plunging back down. Allelujah let out soft sounds of pleasure, relishing in the touch, but damned if he didn't want Lockon to go a little faster.

'If you don't pick up the pace I'll grab you by the head and fuck your mouth.'

…gods. "Pick up...the pace, Lockon," he groaned. "Or I'll..." And for emphasis, one of his hands moved to grasp the man's hair. "Or I'll take you and f-fuck your mouth." The delighted sound Lockon made (at least he thought it was, it was rather hard to tell with his mouth occupied) told him that he was on the right track.

As if performing a play, all Allelujah could do now was repeat the words his darker personality suggested in his head. "Yes," he hissed, hand tightening in Lockon's hair. "Just..just like that. Gods, I love you when you do this...feels s-so good, your lips wrapped around me..." A few of the more colorful curses were left out, due to Allelujah's insistence to remain as civil as possible despite the very uncivilized activities he was involved in.

Though playing the role of the actor he was still not immune to Lockon's tongue, and quickly found himself clutching Lockon's head, pushing it down on and filling his mouth. "...Yes…yes, take it all...suck me dry..." He let out a final gasp, collapsing on the bed as Lockon recovered and caught his breath. Lockon looked up at him, grinning slightly. "Mmm...not bad at all...you're improving, I'd say..."

Improving quite a lot, I'd say. I think he's in love, Alle!

Allelujah grimaced, turning himself over to hide his face. The voice laughed in his head.
Not bad, I'd almost say that was less to arouse suspicion and more to arouse Lockon. Now go, complete the maneuver! 'Fuck me, Lockon! Fuck me long and hard till I squeal like a goddamn pig!

Allelujah bit his lip. This was going a bit overboard… quite a bit overboard. His hands gripped the bedsheets. 'No, Hallelujah...not...not that, I won't say that'

Say it! 'Fuck me! FUCK ME!'

The pain in his head was almost too much, as he arched his back, inadvertently sticking his ass up in the air in front of Lockon. A scream escaped his lips.

"AAAAH! Lockon! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

Lockon was almost taken aback at the force of that exclamation, seeing Allelujah writhing in front of him almost in pain. Lockon knew he was good, but good enough to get this result? Though a little voice in the back in his mind nevertheless informed him of the odd behavior of the individual in front of him, notifying him of the necessity of further investigation and inquiry as to his health, said voice was summarily silenced by the mental steamroller that flattened anything in the path between his manhood and its destination inside Allelujah.

Lockon quickly prepared Allelujah, sliding two lubed fingers inside of the man. Allelujah moaned.

"Ahh...Lockon...more...please...more..."

Though I appreciate you trying to take things into your hands, more please more won't really do anything. How about something a little more…oh, I don't know. Proactive? 'I need you inside me, Lockon, do me hard!'

Allelujah blushed, but couldn't resist the temptation of those words. "I...I need you inside me...Lockon…ahh...do...do me hard!"

Lockon was too happy to oblige, his mind being too concerned with these actions to note the inherent change of character in Allelujah's words. He pushed himself inside the other man, quite happy to do him as hard as he humanly could.

The men continued, locked in this passionate dance while Hallelujah fed lines to his better half. However, the longer this continued, the faster this began to bore him. Finally, as the men entered the last stretch of their journey to ecstasy, the mastermind grinned.

Allelujah cried out, shuddering under the man and arching his back as he finally cried out.

"Yes Lockon, yes...I...am...GUNDAAAAAAAM~!!!"

Lockon, who was busy reaching his own completion, suddenly lost balance and lurched, collapsing on top of Allelujah.

"...What the hell!?"

Allelujah suddenly blushed, stammering incoherently as he tried to correct himself. As the action had mounted, he had allowed Hallelujah more and more freedom with his words, and he suddenly realized what a bad idea that had been... 'You goddamn son of a bitch...'

Dynames...sniping targets…?

Comments

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I remember reading this several times in the kink meme :') ♥