Disclaimer: I do NOT own Zack or Cody Martin, the Tipton Hotel and any character in this work of fiction. I only own the plot to this work.

Note: I apologize for the short length of the last chapter. I didn't even really want to write that one, but I couldn't just start off without a plot, could I? Anyway, I'll try to make this chapter longer, and better, but, I don't really want to rush into anything, ya know? Oh yea, my keyboard is kinda messed up, and I don't have a beta reader, so, if you see any typos, I'd appreciate it if you let me know. But, you're probably tired of listening to me ramble on. Enjoy the story!

It had been a month since the shower event. During said month, Cody had forgotten all about it, but Zack's thoughts had only grown darker, more sadistic, but he'd yet to act on them.

"I'm going out to buy a new dress for the ball I'm singing at tonight, Boys. I'll be back late tonight. Be good!" Carey said to her sons, who were sitting side by side on the couch, Cody reading through his science book for the third time, Zack watching some mindless tv show.

"Okay Mom, love you." Both boys said in unison as their mom walked out of the suite, closing and locking the door.

"So, Cody, what do you want to do now that Mom's gone?"

"I'm pretty sure Mom wanted us to stay in the suite."

"Why do you always have to be so boring?" Zack asked as he pulled the Science book from Cody's hand and tossed it on the floor.

"Hey, Zack! You could've at least put it on the table, you jerk."

"I've been called a lot worse than a jerk, Cody."

"That's cause you are a lot worse than a jerk, Zack," Cody said with a smirk.

"Haha," Zack laughed sarcastically, "I'm hungry. Fix me something to eat, would you?"

"Well, you threw my science book, so, I shouldn't, but I guess. What do you want?"

"I want spaghetti!"

"Fine."

Cody stood up off the couch and headed toward the kitchen. Zack took this time to be the closet-pervert he was and watch his brother's ass as he walked across the room in a pair of athletic shorts. He loved the way his little brother's butt wiggled as he walked, and he hated himself for thinking like this, but what could he do?

"Cold you at least come help me make the sauce?" Cody asked, standing on his tiptoes to reach a bowl from the cabinet. "Zack?"

"Wha-what?" Zack asked, snapping out of his daze."

"Can you come help me make the sauce?"

"Oh, well, sure." Zack up from the couch, "Umm, I'll be here in a second, bathroom." Zack turned around quick and walked off before Cody had a chance to turn around.

"Okay, but, wash your hands when you come out this time!"

"We'll see."

Zack closed the door to the bathroom and leaned against it.

"God damn it, why does this happen to me?" Zack asked no one in particular as he looked down and saw his shorts poking out further than normal.

He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, before dropping his shorts and boxers to the floor and walking to the bathtub and picking up a bottle of conditioner. He lie down with the bottle and stretched out across the bathroom tile. The cool tiles felt nice on his heated flesh. He poured some conditioner out into his hand, and a little onto his swollen member. It wasn't as pleasing as actual lube, but it worked and felt better than doing it dry. He let the bottle fall to the floor beside him, and reached down and grabbed himself.

He released his breath as he started moving his hand up and down at a steady pace.

His soft sigs filled the room, he kept his voice down as not to let anyone outside hear him.

"Cody…..Cody….."

He whimpered his brother's name as he imagined it was Cody's mouth moving up and down, and not his hand.

He imagined grasping Cody's hair so he couldn't move his head, and roughly putting his cock in his mouth, warning him of worse consequences if he felt teeth, and thrusting in and out of his brother's mouth.

His breathing became ragged, his pace became jerky, and he sunk his teeth into his lip, partly to stifle his moans, and partly as repentance to his thoughts and actions.

His body jerked, causing him to hit his head on the linoleum, he tasted blood, and white flashed before his eyes. He felt a white hot surge flow through his body and out onto his stomach and chest.

"Zack, are you okay in there, you've been in there a while. You feel okay?" Cody asked with a knock on the door, cutting Zack ecstasy short by a few precious moments.

"Yes, Cody!" Zack said, annoyance lining his voice, before picking himself up off of the floor.

"Well, fine! Excuse me for caring about my own brother!"

"Whatever." Zack walked over to the sink and looked in the mirror. He hated what he saw. All he saw was some sick piece of shit covered in his own cum. Sure, he and Cody were twins, but what Zack saw in the mirror wasn't anything like Cody. Cody was an angel. He still held his child-like innocence, though he was fifteen. He probably didn't even jack off, and, if he did, it sure as hell wasn't to the thought of his brother.

With that final hateful thought, Zack pulled a washcloth from off the shelf and started to clean the cum and conditioner off his stomach and groin area. He wrung out the washcloth, tossed it into the laundry hamper, wiped the blood from his lip, and put all of his clothes back on before walking out of the bathroom to join his brother for dinner.

AN: I'm sorry for how short this chapter is too, but I don't feel like writing anymore. I promise the chapters will start getting progressively longer. The next chapter is going to be the dinner, and I promise, interesting things will start to happen soon. Just bear with me and the story will start getting more interesting. I plan to update often to, if we're lucky, and everything works out like it should, I should update at least every few days. School is starting soon around here, and everybody but me is going back. I graduated, and I have to wait a semester before I can start college, so I won't hag out with my friends as much, and that will give me more time to write.

Reviews are appreciated, flames are welcome, I'll enjoy the attention either way

-Erica XTC