Let's get some stuffs straight here. You see, if I owned Square Enix, I'd make a machine that would make my favorite characters into robots or something that actually existed and then I'd drag them with me everywhere. But sadly, I do not own Square Enix, so the machine won't happen. Also, this little story was written for my great friend because she wanted to read more Zack/Genesis stories, since only two exist... at the moment. So Saturn Spacik this is for you. :3


Somethings were meant to be put off till later.

There are things like laundry, showering, dishes, and occasionally reading a book that had to be done, finished, complete.

Then there are things that you can procrastinate. Stuff like homework, waking up in the morning, things of the sort that just scream, "Put me off till later!!!"

Right now one of those things screaming was Zack Fair's book report. But he couldn't listen to it. He did for the past month and now he was less than four hours to complete it. At least one thing productive came out of it; the notes. Over the past month, he read the book and wrote down things that should be mentioned in the report. His boyfriend, Genesis, told him it was a complete waste of time and always found something to distract Zack with (normally, his body).

Currently, the raven-haired teen was typing away at his laptop, occasionally pausing to look at or check off something in his notes. His brunette boyfriend sat in the armchair of his living room watching television. Occasionally, Genesis would look over to Zack, frowning, ("I'm not pouting. I'm frowning." he once said), then looked back to the screen. Zack, sitting upon the couch, would sometimes look up to see what was on TV, and currently a Death Note re-run was airing.

Genesis pout--frowned some more when his boyfriend wouldn't't look at him. That's why he tackled him.

"Genesis, what the hell?!" Zack yelped as the aforementioned male pounced on the couch, snatched up the laptop and papers, placed them on the coffee table and took place on his lap, all in a millisecond. Genesis smirked and, while licking Zack's neck, muttered, "Break time."

Zack sighed angrily. "I have less than four hours to finish this."

"Fifteen minutes wouldn't hurt." A hand slipped up Zack's shirt and was running up and down on his sculpted chest.

"Genesis, every second counts!" A skilled tongue licked and lapped at his neck.

"It can wait..." Another hand worked Zack's belt off.

"Genesis. I have to finish this! Gen-Genesis...," their hips clashed. "Ung..."

Lips finally placed over Zack's and Zack finally gave up. He knew Genesis wouldn't't stop. As the man took victory, he claimed his prize, slipping his tongue in the younger's mouth. Genesis's right hand slipped from under Zack's shirt and clasped Zack's left hand. Zack's right hand tangled itself in Genesis's hair while the latter's left hand worked its way into Zack's jeans.

They paused to take a breath. Zack's button and zipper were open, his shirt was pulled up, and his hands were still on Genesis. The latter's hair was mussed upon, his shirt had been taken off and cast aside, and he rested his head in the crook of Zack's neck.

"It's so hard to concentrate with you around," Zack murmured. Genesis grinned and lifted his head, placing kisses on Zack's neck before going to his chest.

"Mmmm..." Zack hummed. The teaser took it a step further, flicking out his tongue on the surrounded flesh. Zack moaned and squeezed Genesis's hand tighter. Then Genesis brought himself back up and gave the 16-year-old a passionate kiss.

A few minutes later, Genesis wrapped Zack's legs around his waist and rose to his feet. "Which is it? The report or me?"

Zack eyed his laptop before wrapping his arms around Genesis's neck and saying, "The report can wait."


Yes, it continues. Don't worry. I'm not even finished writing it. Heh... Review please?