I do not own Degrassi.

I do not own the song Fall For Your Type by Jamie Foxx featuring Drake.

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Hey guys! Thank you so much for the reviews, suggestions, and your support! You have no idea of how much it means to me. So, here's the next installment of my story, alternating between Zane and Riley. Enjoy!

Zane's POV
I followed Riley to his car and got in, trying to calm my nerves. I'm so sure he can tell that I'm basically shaking; damn nerves. "Where do you want to go first?" Riley asked. I shrugged. "Anywhere." I say, limiting my answer in case my voice decides to betray me.

I looked out the window to the houses we passed and the afternoon sun. I flinched a bit when Riley suddenly grabbed my hand and squeezed. I smiled tightly at him. Why am I being like this? Suck it up, Zane. He's your boyfriend.

"Can you turn on the radio for me, Zane?" I obliged, turning it to a station that played everything. I wanted to groan when 'Fall For Your Type' by Jamie Foxx featuring Drake decided to come on.

Tell me why I always fall for your type...

I sighed, hearing the song. I peered to him out of the corner of my eye. I always fell for his type, didn't I?

Why am I thinking like this?

I relaxed some when the song changed and Riley pulled up to a restaurant. We got a booth by a window and ordered. The waiter smiled and said our food would be back soon. Riley reached across and grabbed one of my hands.

I smile, liking the attention he gave me. He smiled back and sighed, leaning back. "So, how are you doing?" He asked. I shrugged. "Same old, same old. You?" Riley shrugged. "Nothing new really. What have you been up to lately?" I weighed my choice of words. No way was I even going to say I was hanging out with Drew.

He would probably lose his temper in a second.

"Nothing really. Just hanging out around the house." Riley nodded, accepting my lie. I sighed in relief. He told me about his practicing for football and he hoped to win this Friday night against the rival school. I nodded and replied at the appropriate times.

Our food came soon and we ate. We both got spaghetti and soda. When the waiter came back, he asked if we wanted anything else. I had my mouth full, so Riley answered him, turning his head to face him to tell him we were fine. That's when I saw it.

The dark circle on Riley's neck. I tilted my head, trying to get a better look but Riley's gray collar covered it too much. I blinked, trying to tell myself I was seeing things, but the purple mark was still there.

I waited for the waiter to leave before inquiring. "What happened to your neck?" I asked casually. Riley ate a bit then answered, "I got hit in the neck with the football; it slipped right through my hands." He laughed a bit at that. I thought for a bit then sighed. He's not lying. He's not lying.

I hope he's not lying.

Then he's a hypocrite. But then, aren't I just as bad? I sighed and let it go. We left the restaurant soon and were back in the car, driving to the park.

There, I sat beside the quarterback on a bench and we laughed and talked. "Are you wearing cologne?" Riley asked. I blinked and then sniffed my shirt collar.

Damn.

Drew's smell wafted off of me in waves and I panicked momentarily before coming up with a valid response. "No. It's probably soap or the new detergent my mom bought." I replied and smiled. Riley nodded and leaned in, smelling my neck. "I like it. You should tell her to buy it more often."

I laughed some, though I was very aware of the slightly nervous tinge to it. Riley slipped his arm around my waist and sighed. "I miss this; just hanging out with you. We've been fighting so much that we barely have time to do anything else."

I sighed and ran one of my hands through his curly hair. "I miss it too. What happened to us, Riles?"

"Drew happened." Riley said, not missing a beat. I tensed. "So this is my fault." I say, moving away from Riley. He had a lost look on his face before what he said registered in his mind.

"Zane, that isn't what I meant. I mean... Damn it, I don't know what I meant, Zane, but I didn't mean that it was your fault." Riley said, grabbing my hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed it softly and I sighed.

"But you blame me." I said. Riley sighed. "No. Can we not argue about this today? We're supposed to be happy!" He smiled and pulled me to my feet and to the swings.

He pushed me down onto one and pushed me on it, going higher with each shove. I sighed and enjoyed the ride, feeling Riley gently push me. I closed my eyes, just feeling the ride and letting my mind wander.

Riley soon grabbed the chains and stopped the sing, pulling my back close to his chest. I turned to him, opening my eyes, and smiling. He was inches from my face, with a soft smile that matched my own. Without a word, he closed the space and kissed me.

I frowned inwardly; this kiss was different. His kiss was... hungry. Rough. I didn't fight though while his arms snaked around me and pulled me closer, but his hands were rough on my hips. I pulled away roughly. "Riley!" I gasped and Riley looked like he didn't recognize me for a second before realization sparked in his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry. I guess I'm just anxious. It's been so long since we've been... together." Riley said, his voice soft. I felt some pain in me, but I ignored it. "Maybe we should go to my house." I said softly. Riley smiled and nodded. We walked to the car and got in, sitting in silence on the way home.

We knew where this was going; but, would it be the same? What's happening to us? What's happening to me? Lie after lie is all I tell him. Now this... Would this be like our usual love making, or would it be pure selfish, possessive sex to prove we own the other? I fear that it will be the latter.

Riley's POV
I pulled up to Zane's apartment later that night. That smell... I've smelled it many times in the locker room. Drew's cologne. But, Zane said it was a new detergent or something.

Zane can't be lying, but that's a big coincidence. And then, I lied about the hickey on my neck. Damn Blue; I told him to not leave marks. I made up that lie on the spot, and Zane seemed to accept it.

How long can we go with lying to each other so easily?

I followed Zane to his home and entered after him, closing the door and taking off my shoes. "Want a drink?" The Asian asked. I smiled; he's always so polite. "No thanks. I'm fine." I replied, following formality. I pulled on his wrist softly, careful to not mistake him for Blue again. I had already slipped up at the park.

"I have something else in mind that would be quite delicious." I said, laughing at the cute, embarrassed expression of Zane's. I tipped his head up and kissed him softly, holding back my usual roughness that I use with Blue.

My hands traveled down his sides to his waist and rubbed his hips. Zane made a soft sound, his hands holding onto my shoulders firmly. I tugged the shorter male closer, eliminating any space between us.

I released his lips from the embrace and in focused my attention on the skin of his neck, nipping and biting there. Zane tilted his head back obediently and I smirked.

Mine.

The word reverberated through my brain. For a second, I knew he was mine and only mine; not even Drew could change that. That second ended with an abrupt slap from reality though, which only angered me more.

Drew could steal Zane right from my arms right now. With that thought in mind, I roughly picked Zane up, not caring for his protests, and trudging to his room.

I lay him down on the bed gently in apologies for the rough travel and kissed him softly. He returned it, too caught up in the moment to care. His arousal was evident in his jeans and his flushed face.

I pulled his shirt off, tossing onto the spotless floor of his apartment and attacked his chest. I bit at his collar bone, causing him to moan softly and squirm beneath me.

Mine.

I traveled down more, biting one of his nipples while rubbing his thighs with my hands. I'd always loved his legs. They were firm but soft, very soft. Zane always joked that his legs were like a fetish to me since I could barely keep my hands off of them.

Zane arched his back when I bit his stomach, just above his navel. I could see in my peripheral vision his hands twisting the ocean blue sheets of his bed, trying to let out the feelings inside.

I smirked to myself and went lower, kissing and licking and biting right at where his jeans started. I bit his hips and he gasped, not expecting me to attack the sensitive spot.

I quickly undid his jean's button and zipper, pulling them down to his knees with his boxers. I heard him sigh in relief at the feeling of finally being released from the denim prison.

Mine.

I pulled the clothing off him and tossed them onto the floor with his shirt and took my time rubbing his now bare legs. Soccer and football together had done him a lot of good.

I licked from his knee up the inside of his thigh out to his hip on both legs and was rewarded with gasps and moans from Zane. Without thinking, I bit down hard on his thigh.

He cried out and sat up slightly with a questioning look on his face. I smiled up at him and leaned up, pecking him on the lips.

"Just trying something new. Like it?" I lied. I knew that bite came from somewhere inside of me; something that wanted to know Zane who he belonged to.

Who he belonged to?

I shook the thought away and pushed Zane onto his back. I leaned back, removing all of my clothing. Zane pulled me down and kissed me softly. The kiss ignited though, and our gasps and moans filled the room as our hands frantically searched the others body.

"Riley!" Zane gasped as I prodded his opening. I grinned slyly and I pushed my finger inside of him. Zane panted, clutching my shoulders and squeezing his eyes shut.

Riley preoccupied himself with Zane's neck while pushing into him. I purposely avoided his length to tease him for a bit, but soon traveled south. I licked up his length slowly.

Zane moaned and his hold on the sheets tightened. I took him into the my mouth and bobbed my head up and down, going faster with each passing minute.

Zane's moans grew louder and his back arched up off the bed. I kept going until I could tell he was almost at his peak and stopped.

Zane whined softly but I silenced him with a kiss again.

Mine.

I pushed my finger all the way in Zane and waited for my lover to adjust to the feeling. Zane then nodded and I added another finger to stretch him. I ended up putting three fingers in Zane, snaking them in and out of Zane.

"Riiilllleeeyyyy." Zane whined softly. I simpered and pecked the Asian on his neck. I positioned my length at Zane's opening and pushed into him, stopping halfway.

Zane writhed below me, wrapping his legs around the my waist and opening his eyes half way.

"Move." Zane said with a raspy voice. I nodded and started to move in and out slowly. Zane groaned and his head fell back against the pillow, his mind filled with ecstasy.

I moved faster, watching Zane twist under me, losing control of himself.

Mine.

His nails dug into my shoulders and he moaned loudly when I reached between our bodies and closed my hand around his length, stroking him.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Zane panted and pulled me down, closing our space.

"I love you."

The the three words ricocheted through my mind once he'd said them. I bit my lip and quietly replied the required response.

Zane came soon after, almost screaming and his back arching. I came soon after, feeling him clasp down around me. We both panted, coming down from our highs and I pulled out gently.

I lay down beside him, pulling him in my arms slightly. Zane cuddled against me and sighed. "Good night, Riley." He said against my neck. "Good night, Zane." I replied.

Zane pressed against me more and I could soon hear his breathing soften, signaling that he'd fallen asleep. I sighed. This was nothing like the other times. This was selfish. I felt like I was taking something from him, but losing something at the same time.

Is he truly mine? Am I truly his? Can we survive this way?

Hey everyone! I'm so sorry this took so long to put up. School's almost over so I have all of summer to help fuel your Ziley meters! I'm sorry that this lemon was kind of fast, but there's a reason, I promise. So, obviously, there's some tension and it looks like they're both slipping up. So, please review and give suggestions! And don't forget to read the next chapter!