Author's Notes: This is the fifth chapter! Two more after this, and then I'm through, and will be moving onto a updating my other stories. Happy Daysx2.

Warnings: I write yaoi folks, no ifs, ands, or buts about that. If that irks you in the least, click the backspace button. There is also angsty content, along with romance. That's right kiddie, boys snogging boys. If you're highly offended by that which is mentioned above, there is a backspace button. Click it.

Title: Alluring Passion

Rating: PG-13 (T if you actually follow this webbies new rating system.)

Pairing(s): Zero/Erts (main) Gareas/Ernest (minor, and mentioned)

Disclaimer: Megami Kouhosei? Mine? Surely you jest!

Alluring Passion

Chapter Five: Anguish

"Hello?" Erts called out into the darkness that surrounded the conservatory.

Force had wanted to meet him here, but he didn't appear to be anywhere in sight. He pushed down the paranoid feeling that was threatening to consume him. Had Force tricked him? Was this some sort of joke? He wished he hadn't agreed to meet him here, as he felt the horrible sensation of fear start to claw at his insides.

He looked around once more trying to find a switch to end the darkness. Why was it so dark in here? Shouldn't the lights have been on? The plants required sunlight to survive; surely none of the caretakers had turned them off. Maybe this was a joke. Erts was about to turn and leave when he felt a strong arm wrap around his waist, and a hand cover his mouth. One searing moment of thoughts not his own, he know automatically who it was. Force.

"Don't worry Erts," the familiar voice of Force chuckled, as a twinge of inaudibility. "It's just me." He knew that, but Force seemed to be playing it off as a joke of sorts. For a few moments, he felt for sure Force would release him. No such luck.

Force turned Erts around with incredible speed and force, pressing their lips together, and before Erts could even begin to get over his shock and fear, he was shoved into a wall causing him a brief flicker of pain, enough to get him to yell out slightly.

"Stop it!" Erts cried attempting to break away, praying this was all some sort of cruel joke. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to," Force whispered into Erts' ear as his hand went up a resistant and surprised Erts' shirt. His mind seemed stuck on that last statement. He wouldn't, he wouldn't go all the way. No, this was a joke, a nightmare. All it took was one look into Force's mind to prove otherwise.

"Please stop!" Erts pleaded as hot tears threatened to stream down his cheeks. This shouldn't be happening. More than anything he wished that telepathy and empathy, which had normally resulted in his abandonment by society and lack of physical contact, had been enough to frighten Force away, and yet, at the same time he cursed it for giving him such insight in Force. Nothing was worse than knowing exactly what was going to happen to you before it happened to you as you realize there is very little you can do to stop it.

It took him a moment to register he did not have a shirt on anymore, and that Force wasn't listen to a word he was saying. Erts was having trouble comprehending how anything like this could happen to him, and on G.O.A in the conservatory no less.

He couldn't fight against Force's strong grip. Kicking and screaming did nothing to detour Force, and the fact that he outsized him in both height and physical strength was frightening. Erts could feel his body weakening, as he wished more than anything someone would come and save him.

"Zero..." Erts thought, tears streaming uncontrollably down his cheeks.

Zero shot up from his bed covered in a cold sweat. He had gone to his room for a quick nap, since while the pilots were here; G.O.A seemed to be on a short hiatus.

Though he couldn't sleep, something was amiss. He could feel it. He got up slipped on his shoes and walked out of the room. Following his gut. He could now say for sure something was up. He felt as if somewhere were calling him, but that couldn't be right. You don't hear voices in your head; at least sane people don't, unless they're telepaths.

Erts.

He took of in a sprint, and as if being pulled by invisible strings he found himself running towards the conservatory.

Zero's eyes doubled their size when that voice hit the peak of familiarity. It sounded like Erts. It couldn't be, Erts was suppose to be with the other Pilots. Kicking reason and common sense to the curb, he pulled open the conservatory door, and was met with darkness and…

"ERTS!" Zero cried out in disbelief. Erts, in obvious distress, was pinned against the wall with no shirt and tears running down his face, while some candidate took advantage of him.

Forced turned around, obviously planning to tell the brat to scram, but only to be met with Zero's fist.

"You bastard!" Zero cursed, enraged. "What the hell are you doing to Erts?"

Erts fell to the ground, as Force dropped him, ready to meet Zero in arm-to-arm combat. Erts couldn't help it, he pulled his knees up to his chest and attempted to take deep breaths in which to calm himself, though the tears wouldn't stop.

"Nothing anyone else wouldn't have done if they were in my position," Forced replied, wiping the blood from his mouth. "I suggest you leave. This has nothing to do with you."

Zero couldn't believe what he was hearing; no one would have taken advantage of Erts, except the apparent jerk in front of him. Angered by this, Zero dove at him, causing the both of them to fall to the floor. On the ground they both struggled to get the upper hand as fist flew, legs kicked, and curse words were exchanged with such gall it didn't look like it would ever end. Eventually, after Zero had hit Force one too many times and didn't appear to be conscious anymore, he got up, swaying slightly and made his way over to Erts.

Kneeling down next to him, Zero placed his hand on Erts' shoulder. "Erts?" he whispered slowly, "Erts…look at me?" Erts looked up, his eyes brimming with tears.

"I…I... I should ha-have seen thi-this co-com-coming Zero," Erts struggled to speak, "... I… couldn't sto-stop him!" Zero took hold of Erts and slowly started rocking back and forth.

Before Zero could even begin to give Erts any words of comfort, Force had regained consciousness and was now heaving himself off the floor, plainly enraged.

"Don't you dare move another inch," a voice bellowed from near the entrance, belonging neither to Zero nor Erts. The owner of the voice had plowed his fist into Force with such speed and impact it resulted in Force plunging forward, falling into another lapse of unconsciousness.

Dropping him to the ground, the person behind the voice kicked Force to the side and made his way towards Zero and Erts, hitting the light switch in doing so.

"Ga…Gareas?" Erts stuttered, starring at the older green-haired boy.

"Are you two alright?" Gareas inquired. Zero nodded curtly, and Erts, still shaking, did as well.

"God Erts," Gareas muttered falling to his knees next to him. "You're a wreck. Good thing I came out looking for you. I don't think your friend here could have protected you if he was out cold." Gareas helped Erts up while Zero found his shirt, which Erts quickly shoved on.

Gareas looked from Zero to Erts then back. Zero had now taken a hold of Erts, and was embracing him tightly.

"I understand," Gareas thought, and he smiled.

"Come on," he said suddenly, motioning for them to follow. He led them toward Erts' room. When they got there, Gareas stopped and then turned to Zero first, and eventually Erts.

"You," he said to Zero, "stay with Erts until he feels better."

And you," he turned to Erts. "Never ever go anywhere without informing me first! Got it?" Erts nodded, head bowed slightly.

"Now," Gareas said, trying to stop a grin from forming on his face. "I want you two to stay in this room for the night. And when I come back to check on you both. You had better be here. Got it?"

Zero looked in the room noticing that there was only one bed. "Uh…there is only one bed," Zero pointed out, wondering silently if that was really such a bad thing.

"You're both guys, it won't hurt," Gareas stated. "Unless you have some reason why you can't. Do you? I'll understand completely if you do." That had done it. Erts and Zero were both glowing red.

"N-no!" Zero sputtered. "This is ok. No worries!"

"Alright then," Gareas said casually, followed by a brief silence. "Well, what are you two waiting for? Get in! It's almost two in the morning. Get some sleep! You need it." They both nodded.

Gareas looked at both of them once more, muttered a quick goodnight and pushed them both into the room locking the door.

"Have fun!" was the last thing Zero and Erts heard as Gareas shut the door locking it. Erts turned to Zero wondering if he was just as confused by Gareas's "have fun" comment as he was, but he quickly turned away.

"Zero…" he blushed.