Like Brothers, Only Not
Playroom Series: Side Story 13x6
Gundam Wing AU
Cherries
Okay forgive me for suddenly deciding to split it up into different stories but. I had nothing better to do. : P
Mostly from Treize's POV and switching to Zechs's from time to time. It starts about 3 years after Zechs and Relena are orphaned and have to leave with Treize and his father. Relena's like 6, Zechs's 10 going on 11 and Treize is a deviant 16 year old. Lots of things tie in to the other stories so you should probably read them first. Oh and I missed Treize.
Disclaimer: They're all mine baby! Except for Zechs, Treize, Wufei, Relena, Une and Noin, but everyone else is mine! I made them on my own! Okay so actually the Play Dough® engineers in my closet made the characters. I'm just useless. T_T
Warnings: Shonen-ai and yaoi love scenes. Run if you must, but remember to call me and explain why you didn't show up for dinner last night. Thank you.
Chapter One: The Car
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A sleeping figure lied motionless and at ease. He was having a dream about his little brother. It was just like the other ones he had lately. The young blonde would sit in his room completing homework, the suddenly start to cry. Upon trying to comfort the boy, he would find himself kissing the younger boy on the forehead. Zechs would look up and cry, "My name. My life." He would kiss the boy again say; "Your name is Zechs now. Your life is with me."
Then Treize Khushrenada usually woke up. This morning was somewhat unusual though. This morning he found himself waking to a light shower of something on his face. Treize squinted and looked at his false rainstorm. "Relena!" That's disgusting!"
The four year old girl rasped her adoptive brother again, "-plitzzzz!" Treize quickly sat up and lifter her off his chest. "What are you doing in here, again? You're not allowed in my room!" The girl laughed and hopped off. "Zechs said come down to breakfast. Daddy said you were going to be late." Treize smiled slightly. She remembered little of her real parents now. Relena called his father, Daddy. Treize didn't even call him father, much less daddy. The man was always, Anton or Sir, or Mr. Anton, Sir. His new siblings had quite the effect on his lonely father. He equated it to be because they didn't remind Anton of his late wife, whom Treize so painfully resembled.
Treize pouted, "I'm coming down Relena. Go tell them to stop sending you up here to ambush me." Relena nodded. Before she turned away. At the door she stopped and asked, "Why do you keep a flashlight under your bed sheets, Treize?" Treize laughed nervously, remembering the first time he used that as an excuse for his- problems with puberty. Treize scratched his head, "Um, I ah, well." Relena smiled. "I know why!"
The young man felt his throat tighten. // "How does she know?" // Relena giggled, "You're still scared of the dark!" She ran out of the room chanting, 'Treize is scared of the dark." The young man sighed with relief and got out of bed. "Good she thinks I'm a coward, not a pervert."
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Down at breakfast, Anton Khushrenada was petting his adopted daughter on the head. He finally had a princess to spoil again and he was determined to spoil her rotten. "That's right princess. Eat as many cakes as you want. Damn nurse don't know any better." Treize rolled his eyes. "You shouldn't speak so flagrantly around the little girl, sir." Anton frowned. "Its only words, boy. Why are you late coming down again?"
Before Treize could make an excuse, his angel thought up of one. "He was helping me with homework, sir." Zechs smiled, "I'm afraid I kept him up awhile." Anton huffed but smiled back at the brilliant boy. "All right then. You two should go to sleep earlier." He looked at his real son. "You can try driving the car around today, old boy. First yourself to school, of course." Treize smiled at his father. Every once in a while he made a good decision. "Thank you very much, sir." Anton looked away. "Fine, fine. Splendid. You need the practice."
Zechs chimed in, "Can I drive the Jaguar?" Both of the original Khushrenadas shot the blonde boy an incredulous look. Zechs was mostly a good boy, but he moved entirely too fast on wheels. There were still marks from his skateboard on the staircase rails. The boy frowned. "I guess that's a no." Anton laughed, "Of course! You're too young, but your birthday is coming up soon. Maybe-" Treize coughed, "Maybe not! He's only ten."
Zechs pouted. "But I'll be eleven!" Relena was tired of sitting quiet and did what she usually did when men weren't paying her the attention she deserves. She shouted something. "Popsicle!" The three men looked at the girl. Zechs pinched her arm. "Don't!" The little girl was physically fine, but her pride was bruised. Relena was professional and easily worked up several pitiful looks and then started crying.
Treize punched Zechs on the shoulder. 'Why'd you start her up!" The girl hopped out of her seat and ran over to Anton. "Daddy! Zechs hit me really hard!" The blonde boy's jaw dropped in outrage. Treize stood up. "It's time to go to school."
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Inside of the car, Treize beamed. He adored the Bentley. He was sure that if he ever had any children, he would name them Bentley, Continental or Arnage. He pouted, // "It's not like I'm into girls though. I wonder if father can tell." // The thought would ruin his morning so he pushed it aside.
Zechs sat beside his brother in the front and snickered while looking out the window. "Look, it's that guy again. I think he's following you." Treize blushed. Zechs really was an innocent. The fact that he was actually dating Peter never occurred to the blonde. Although Peter starting riding to school with Treize every morning and the two teenagers skipped school and walked passed the elementary and Peter stayed over late at night in Treize's room with the door close.
Zechs was oblivious and probably didn't care. It made Treize new feelings for the younger boy all the more confusing. Peter opened the passenger door and signaled for Zechs to sit back with his sister. The boy got out with his bag and sighed, "Bully," before he was redirected to the backseat.
Treize smiled. 'Hey Peter." Peter smiled back. The boy had dark wavy hair that came down to over his calm blue eyes. He wasn't very tall and only stood a few inches taller than Zechs. Then, again Zechs was tall for his age. "I see the usual driver is on vacation," said Peter. Peter's voice was low and he took his time when speaking. Treize first noticed Peter because of the seductive voice. Treize just loved his voice, "The chauffeur has an induced headache. The baseball bat is in the backseat."
Peter laughed lightly, "So you forced your way to the driver's seat. How like you." Treize blushed a little. "I'm not entirely forceful. I usually get what I want." Peter giggled. "Mind the minors, general." Zechs frowned, "What are you taking about?" Relena was feeling ignored again. "Dandelion!" Peter looked back at the little girl, "Hey princess. Did I forget to tell you good morning, glorious majesty, princess of Cakes and Pies and goddess of the eternal heaves?" Zechs pouted. "Please don't encourage her." The car stopped in of the private elementary.
Treize leaned over and spoke to Zechs from the window. "Do you mind walking home?" Zechs frowned. "I suppose not. If we catch the bus." Treize felt terrible about abandoning the younger boy. He remembered to ask for Relena's permission. "It'll be okay with you too, cootie baroness?" Relena was looking up at the cloudy sky. "It's going to snow! Can we play in it Zechs?" Zechs nodded. "We'll have plenty of time to now." With that he walked his sister into the building.
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The Bentley was parked in an empty parking lot where Treize sighed, "I feel guilty Peter." Peter's head came from under the steering wheel. "Why? Cause we skipped class again? It's cool, you have two more days to miss before anyone gets suspicious." Hew as about to return to his previous position but found the object of his desire was quickly softening.
"What gives," said Peter sitting back. "We've been dating two months and you keep doing that. We start and then we stop before anything happens. What's with you?" Treize frowned zipped his pants up. "I'm sorry. I just can't. This is Anton's car. He was nice enough to finally let me drive it and I'm here with you-" He blushed and turned his head away. Peter sighed. He wasn't in the mood for talking about Treize's problems with his father.
Peter frowned, "Yea, and it's 'Anton's home' and 'Anton gave a grant for those bleachers,' too. Lets go someplace where your dad's money won't work you down." He sighed, "Isn't that frustrating anyway? It's frustrating me." Treize nodded. He was always surprised with how open Peter was. Before they came near school the boy pushed back his hair and said, "I'm going to give you a blowjob." They were lucky to be alone on the road, with the way the car swerved.
Peter sat back. "Well, are you going to tell me what's really wrong or do I have rape you?" Treize raised his eyebrows. "I don't think you're very capable of that Peter." The smaller young man leaned over and laid his hand on Treize's leg. "Don't doubt me, man. Look if you don't want to, you better give me a really good reason. Are you scared or something? Hell I want to be on bottom, you're beautiful."
He started to lean back down, but Treize stopped him. "I'm scared. I'm nervous. I don't want to lose my virginity in my father's car. There, is that enough for you?" Treize crossed his arm and sighed. "Besides, you already act entirely too cozy with me. What if someone notices?" Peter laughed, "You worry too much. You're way too young to worry like that. I bet that's where that cute little kid got it from."
Did Treize here right? Surely, Peter wasn't about to bring Zechs into this conversation. "No, he was always serious. Now leave him out of it." He looked at Peter sharply. "Or else." Peter smiled unexpectedly. "Or else what?" This was getting nowhere. The gorgeous young man only had one thing in his mind. He wasn't shaping up to be the boyfriend Treize originally wanted.
"Peter," said Treize, after serious contemplation. "I think we should break up. You're moving too fast."
The dark haired boy frowned. "That's not a cool option Treize. Why don't you just give me what we both want? I really like you Treize." Treize pouted, "I know, but I just don't think you care about me. Peter, please understand. That's an important part of a relationship. Caring, love, devotion and friendship. All we have is slight friendship and your sex drive." Treize had the displeasure of seeing Peter scowl for the time. An angry look didn't seem appropriate for the cheerful, easy-going, young man. "Treize, don't make me angry. I'm very serious about that."
Treize bit his lip, "I'm serious too. Look if you can't understand or respect my wishes, then we're better off with someone else." Peter was flushed and his hands were shaking. "You don't understand. I already invested in loving you Treize! It's not fair to dumb me in a parking lot because you can't keep a hard-on!"
Treize was on the verge of yelling. "I can keep one, when I'm inspired and happy. You don't make want to do anything, Pete. I just don't want to see you anymore." Peter's shoulders were trembling. "You bitch! I hate you! I can't believe I've missed school for you and you're still-fine. Whatever. Take me home."
Peter was trying not to cry. It was heartbreaking for Treize to him so sad. He really had been a good friend until recently and that was just because of raging hormones. It wasn't entirely all his fault. Treize sat up and leaned over to Peter. He kissed the boy on the cheek. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean, that." He kissed him again and then on the lips. "Perhaps I haven't been reasonable. Perhaps I'm just moving too slow."
Peter smiled weakly. "I don't want a pity fuck, Treize." Treize leaned over dropped Peter's seat down. "Who said anything about pity. Could you think of a better apology?" Peter squirmed while Treize readjusted himself to lying on top of him. "You send a card?" Treize felt himself growing hard against his boyfriend. "Or we can try it this way. In the car, that doesn't belong to me. I suppose I do kind of like this. There's no room though."
Peter tilted his head, "The backseat would work."
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Another day, another tormenting name. Zechs frowned at his classmates that followed him too closely while he tried to recover his little sister. One boy had the gall to come up and his long ponytail. Richard Haley, King of pubescent bastards. Zechs turned around and stood unwavering in front of Richard. "Why hello there, Dick. Go away."
Haley and his friends gathered around Zechs. "It's either Haley or Ritchie, princess." Zechs raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Fine then, Ritchie princess, go away." Two Haley's less loyal friends started laughing. While Haley quieted them, Zechs snuck out from behind and ran towards the kindergartens. "Relena? We have to go. Where are you?" He looked down at the busy moving mass of post-toddlers. Four little boys were carrying Relena on a chair while she held her head up high. "Dear brother," said the girl in high Victorian accent. "I am the Queen Relena, and I hereby order you to send the car around."
Zechs frowned. He'd almost forgotten that Treize didn't want to pick them up today. Treize was usually very responsible, so ditching his adopted siblings was an alien thought to Zechs. It just didn't seem right for Treize to ever leave him behind. "There is no car Relena. Treize isn't going to pick us up today. We have to walk." Relena looked at the sky. "It's not snowing. I wanted to walk in the snow when it was snowing. I don't want to walk anymore." She pouted and hopped down from plastic dais.
The blonde boy sighed. "I know Relena. I don't want to walk home either, but we have to get going right now." He took her smaller hand readjusted her snow mittens. "Don't pull them off. Come on." They started for the front gate but were surprised by Zechs's favorite sight. Treize Khushrenada was waiting outside of the gate, standing outside of his father's car and waving. "Hey you two! I'm here! Hurry up before the car gets cold!"
Zechs ran and pulled Relena along. When he got to Treize he released his sister and threw his arms around Treize's waist. "You came! I'm so relieved." He looked up and smiled brightly, "You said you weren't going to come for us Treize." The older boy embraced Zechs by the waist, and lifted him up. "What? And you too all alone? Don't be silly Milliard." Zechs pulled away with a finger to his lips, "Shh, don't say that here. The spies." Treize nodded, "Quite right, little man. Go inside the car and I'll cover you."
Before Zechs was back on the ground, Relena screamed. The blonde rushed over to the car. "Relena? What's wrong?" The little girl frowned threw out a tissue. "Some one left a couple of sticky tissues in here. Eww." Treize frowned, "Eh-don't touch those. They're mind. Move, I'll get them." He moved the remaining tissues out of the seat. "There now sit down, cootie baroness." Zechs started to sit beside his sister, but noticed the front seat was empty. "Where's Peter?"
Treize rushed to the driver's seat. "I already took him home." Zechs sat in. A little after the car pulled out, he turned and looked at the backseat. "Do you have a cold Treize? You shouldn't throw the tissues in the back seat." Scolded the younger boy. Treize shook his head, "No I just - ah -- spilled something. And forgot to pick up the tissues. That's all Zechs." The younger boy nodded knowingly. "You're such a bum, Treize."
Treize frowned. "Just because of a few tissues?"
Zechs leaned and rested his head on Treize's shoulder. "No, because you almost ditched us to go do something else."
Treize swallowed, "I'm sorry."
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TBC
Well, how does their little past sound? What should happen to Peter later on? Did you like or hate Peter? I kind of ran away from doing a lemon. I think the first chapter should be lemon ridden. That's for later.
Playroom Series: Side Story 13x6
Gundam Wing AU
Cherries
Okay forgive me for suddenly deciding to split it up into different stories but. I had nothing better to do. : P
Mostly from Treize's POV and switching to Zechs's from time to time. It starts about 3 years after Zechs and Relena are orphaned and have to leave with Treize and his father. Relena's like 6, Zechs's 10 going on 11 and Treize is a deviant 16 year old. Lots of things tie in to the other stories so you should probably read them first. Oh and I missed Treize.
Disclaimer: They're all mine baby! Except for Zechs, Treize, Wufei, Relena, Une and Noin, but everyone else is mine! I made them on my own! Okay so actually the Play Dough® engineers in my closet made the characters. I'm just useless. T_T
Warnings: Shonen-ai and yaoi love scenes. Run if you must, but remember to call me and explain why you didn't show up for dinner last night. Thank you.
Chapter One: The Car
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A sleeping figure lied motionless and at ease. He was having a dream about his little brother. It was just like the other ones he had lately. The young blonde would sit in his room completing homework, the suddenly start to cry. Upon trying to comfort the boy, he would find himself kissing the younger boy on the forehead. Zechs would look up and cry, "My name. My life." He would kiss the boy again say; "Your name is Zechs now. Your life is with me."
Then Treize Khushrenada usually woke up. This morning was somewhat unusual though. This morning he found himself waking to a light shower of something on his face. Treize squinted and looked at his false rainstorm. "Relena!" That's disgusting!"
The four year old girl rasped her adoptive brother again, "-plitzzzz!" Treize quickly sat up and lifter her off his chest. "What are you doing in here, again? You're not allowed in my room!" The girl laughed and hopped off. "Zechs said come down to breakfast. Daddy said you were going to be late." Treize smiled slightly. She remembered little of her real parents now. Relena called his father, Daddy. Treize didn't even call him father, much less daddy. The man was always, Anton or Sir, or Mr. Anton, Sir. His new siblings had quite the effect on his lonely father. He equated it to be because they didn't remind Anton of his late wife, whom Treize so painfully resembled.
Treize pouted, "I'm coming down Relena. Go tell them to stop sending you up here to ambush me." Relena nodded. Before she turned away. At the door she stopped and asked, "Why do you keep a flashlight under your bed sheets, Treize?" Treize laughed nervously, remembering the first time he used that as an excuse for his- problems with puberty. Treize scratched his head, "Um, I ah, well." Relena smiled. "I know why!"
The young man felt his throat tighten. // "How does she know?" // Relena giggled, "You're still scared of the dark!" She ran out of the room chanting, 'Treize is scared of the dark." The young man sighed with relief and got out of bed. "Good she thinks I'm a coward, not a pervert."
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Down at breakfast, Anton Khushrenada was petting his adopted daughter on the head. He finally had a princess to spoil again and he was determined to spoil her rotten. "That's right princess. Eat as many cakes as you want. Damn nurse don't know any better." Treize rolled his eyes. "You shouldn't speak so flagrantly around the little girl, sir." Anton frowned. "Its only words, boy. Why are you late coming down again?"
Before Treize could make an excuse, his angel thought up of one. "He was helping me with homework, sir." Zechs smiled, "I'm afraid I kept him up awhile." Anton huffed but smiled back at the brilliant boy. "All right then. You two should go to sleep earlier." He looked at his real son. "You can try driving the car around today, old boy. First yourself to school, of course." Treize smiled at his father. Every once in a while he made a good decision. "Thank you very much, sir." Anton looked away. "Fine, fine. Splendid. You need the practice."
Zechs chimed in, "Can I drive the Jaguar?" Both of the original Khushrenadas shot the blonde boy an incredulous look. Zechs was mostly a good boy, but he moved entirely too fast on wheels. There were still marks from his skateboard on the staircase rails. The boy frowned. "I guess that's a no." Anton laughed, "Of course! You're too young, but your birthday is coming up soon. Maybe-" Treize coughed, "Maybe not! He's only ten."
Zechs pouted. "But I'll be eleven!" Relena was tired of sitting quiet and did what she usually did when men weren't paying her the attention she deserves. She shouted something. "Popsicle!" The three men looked at the girl. Zechs pinched her arm. "Don't!" The little girl was physically fine, but her pride was bruised. Relena was professional and easily worked up several pitiful looks and then started crying.
Treize punched Zechs on the shoulder. 'Why'd you start her up!" The girl hopped out of her seat and ran over to Anton. "Daddy! Zechs hit me really hard!" The blonde boy's jaw dropped in outrage. Treize stood up. "It's time to go to school."
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Inside of the car, Treize beamed. He adored the Bentley. He was sure that if he ever had any children, he would name them Bentley, Continental or Arnage. He pouted, // "It's not like I'm into girls though. I wonder if father can tell." // The thought would ruin his morning so he pushed it aside.
Zechs sat beside his brother in the front and snickered while looking out the window. "Look, it's that guy again. I think he's following you." Treize blushed. Zechs really was an innocent. The fact that he was actually dating Peter never occurred to the blonde. Although Peter starting riding to school with Treize every morning and the two teenagers skipped school and walked passed the elementary and Peter stayed over late at night in Treize's room with the door close.
Zechs was oblivious and probably didn't care. It made Treize new feelings for the younger boy all the more confusing. Peter opened the passenger door and signaled for Zechs to sit back with his sister. The boy got out with his bag and sighed, "Bully," before he was redirected to the backseat.
Treize smiled. 'Hey Peter." Peter smiled back. The boy had dark wavy hair that came down to over his calm blue eyes. He wasn't very tall and only stood a few inches taller than Zechs. Then, again Zechs was tall for his age. "I see the usual driver is on vacation," said Peter. Peter's voice was low and he took his time when speaking. Treize first noticed Peter because of the seductive voice. Treize just loved his voice, "The chauffeur has an induced headache. The baseball bat is in the backseat."
Peter laughed lightly, "So you forced your way to the driver's seat. How like you." Treize blushed a little. "I'm not entirely forceful. I usually get what I want." Peter giggled. "Mind the minors, general." Zechs frowned, "What are you taking about?" Relena was feeling ignored again. "Dandelion!" Peter looked back at the little girl, "Hey princess. Did I forget to tell you good morning, glorious majesty, princess of Cakes and Pies and goddess of the eternal heaves?" Zechs pouted. "Please don't encourage her." The car stopped in of the private elementary.
Treize leaned over and spoke to Zechs from the window. "Do you mind walking home?" Zechs frowned. "I suppose not. If we catch the bus." Treize felt terrible about abandoning the younger boy. He remembered to ask for Relena's permission. "It'll be okay with you too, cootie baroness?" Relena was looking up at the cloudy sky. "It's going to snow! Can we play in it Zechs?" Zechs nodded. "We'll have plenty of time to now." With that he walked his sister into the building.
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The Bentley was parked in an empty parking lot where Treize sighed, "I feel guilty Peter." Peter's head came from under the steering wheel. "Why? Cause we skipped class again? It's cool, you have two more days to miss before anyone gets suspicious." Hew as about to return to his previous position but found the object of his desire was quickly softening.
"What gives," said Peter sitting back. "We've been dating two months and you keep doing that. We start and then we stop before anything happens. What's with you?" Treize frowned zipped his pants up. "I'm sorry. I just can't. This is Anton's car. He was nice enough to finally let me drive it and I'm here with you-" He blushed and turned his head away. Peter sighed. He wasn't in the mood for talking about Treize's problems with his father.
Peter frowned, "Yea, and it's 'Anton's home' and 'Anton gave a grant for those bleachers,' too. Lets go someplace where your dad's money won't work you down." He sighed, "Isn't that frustrating anyway? It's frustrating me." Treize nodded. He was always surprised with how open Peter was. Before they came near school the boy pushed back his hair and said, "I'm going to give you a blowjob." They were lucky to be alone on the road, with the way the car swerved.
Peter sat back. "Well, are you going to tell me what's really wrong or do I have rape you?" Treize raised his eyebrows. "I don't think you're very capable of that Peter." The smaller young man leaned over and laid his hand on Treize's leg. "Don't doubt me, man. Look if you don't want to, you better give me a really good reason. Are you scared or something? Hell I want to be on bottom, you're beautiful."
He started to lean back down, but Treize stopped him. "I'm scared. I'm nervous. I don't want to lose my virginity in my father's car. There, is that enough for you?" Treize crossed his arm and sighed. "Besides, you already act entirely too cozy with me. What if someone notices?" Peter laughed, "You worry too much. You're way too young to worry like that. I bet that's where that cute little kid got it from."
Did Treize here right? Surely, Peter wasn't about to bring Zechs into this conversation. "No, he was always serious. Now leave him out of it." He looked at Peter sharply. "Or else." Peter smiled unexpectedly. "Or else what?" This was getting nowhere. The gorgeous young man only had one thing in his mind. He wasn't shaping up to be the boyfriend Treize originally wanted.
"Peter," said Treize, after serious contemplation. "I think we should break up. You're moving too fast."
The dark haired boy frowned. "That's not a cool option Treize. Why don't you just give me what we both want? I really like you Treize." Treize pouted, "I know, but I just don't think you care about me. Peter, please understand. That's an important part of a relationship. Caring, love, devotion and friendship. All we have is slight friendship and your sex drive." Treize had the displeasure of seeing Peter scowl for the time. An angry look didn't seem appropriate for the cheerful, easy-going, young man. "Treize, don't make me angry. I'm very serious about that."
Treize bit his lip, "I'm serious too. Look if you can't understand or respect my wishes, then we're better off with someone else." Peter was flushed and his hands were shaking. "You don't understand. I already invested in loving you Treize! It's not fair to dumb me in a parking lot because you can't keep a hard-on!"
Treize was on the verge of yelling. "I can keep one, when I'm inspired and happy. You don't make want to do anything, Pete. I just don't want to see you anymore." Peter's shoulders were trembling. "You bitch! I hate you! I can't believe I've missed school for you and you're still-fine. Whatever. Take me home."
Peter was trying not to cry. It was heartbreaking for Treize to him so sad. He really had been a good friend until recently and that was just because of raging hormones. It wasn't entirely all his fault. Treize sat up and leaned over to Peter. He kissed the boy on the cheek. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean, that." He kissed him again and then on the lips. "Perhaps I haven't been reasonable. Perhaps I'm just moving too slow."
Peter smiled weakly. "I don't want a pity fuck, Treize." Treize leaned over dropped Peter's seat down. "Who said anything about pity. Could you think of a better apology?" Peter squirmed while Treize readjusted himself to lying on top of him. "You send a card?" Treize felt himself growing hard against his boyfriend. "Or we can try it this way. In the car, that doesn't belong to me. I suppose I do kind of like this. There's no room though."
Peter tilted his head, "The backseat would work."
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Another day, another tormenting name. Zechs frowned at his classmates that followed him too closely while he tried to recover his little sister. One boy had the gall to come up and his long ponytail. Richard Haley, King of pubescent bastards. Zechs turned around and stood unwavering in front of Richard. "Why hello there, Dick. Go away."
Haley and his friends gathered around Zechs. "It's either Haley or Ritchie, princess." Zechs raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Fine then, Ritchie princess, go away." Two Haley's less loyal friends started laughing. While Haley quieted them, Zechs snuck out from behind and ran towards the kindergartens. "Relena? We have to go. Where are you?" He looked down at the busy moving mass of post-toddlers. Four little boys were carrying Relena on a chair while she held her head up high. "Dear brother," said the girl in high Victorian accent. "I am the Queen Relena, and I hereby order you to send the car around."
Zechs frowned. He'd almost forgotten that Treize didn't want to pick them up today. Treize was usually very responsible, so ditching his adopted siblings was an alien thought to Zechs. It just didn't seem right for Treize to ever leave him behind. "There is no car Relena. Treize isn't going to pick us up today. We have to walk." Relena looked at the sky. "It's not snowing. I wanted to walk in the snow when it was snowing. I don't want to walk anymore." She pouted and hopped down from plastic dais.
The blonde boy sighed. "I know Relena. I don't want to walk home either, but we have to get going right now." He took her smaller hand readjusted her snow mittens. "Don't pull them off. Come on." They started for the front gate but were surprised by Zechs's favorite sight. Treize Khushrenada was waiting outside of the gate, standing outside of his father's car and waving. "Hey you two! I'm here! Hurry up before the car gets cold!"
Zechs ran and pulled Relena along. When he got to Treize he released his sister and threw his arms around Treize's waist. "You came! I'm so relieved." He looked up and smiled brightly, "You said you weren't going to come for us Treize." The older boy embraced Zechs by the waist, and lifted him up. "What? And you too all alone? Don't be silly Milliard." Zechs pulled away with a finger to his lips, "Shh, don't say that here. The spies." Treize nodded, "Quite right, little man. Go inside the car and I'll cover you."
Before Zechs was back on the ground, Relena screamed. The blonde rushed over to the car. "Relena? What's wrong?" The little girl frowned threw out a tissue. "Some one left a couple of sticky tissues in here. Eww." Treize frowned, "Eh-don't touch those. They're mind. Move, I'll get them." He moved the remaining tissues out of the seat. "There now sit down, cootie baroness." Zechs started to sit beside his sister, but noticed the front seat was empty. "Where's Peter?"
Treize rushed to the driver's seat. "I already took him home." Zechs sat in. A little after the car pulled out, he turned and looked at the backseat. "Do you have a cold Treize? You shouldn't throw the tissues in the back seat." Scolded the younger boy. Treize shook his head, "No I just - ah -- spilled something. And forgot to pick up the tissues. That's all Zechs." The younger boy nodded knowingly. "You're such a bum, Treize."
Treize frowned. "Just because of a few tissues?"
Zechs leaned and rested his head on Treize's shoulder. "No, because you almost ditched us to go do something else."
Treize swallowed, "I'm sorry."
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TBC
Well, how does their little past sound? What should happen to Peter later on? Did you like or hate Peter? I kind of ran away from doing a lemon. I think the first chapter should be lemon ridden. That's for later.