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
DdraigCoch: You've really got me wondering now if you've read 'A density of souls' by Christopher Rice, because this has some definite echoes of it. I thought this was good and I'm really looking forward to the next part (assuming there is a next part?)
Micky: Here's the next part, but I've never heard of that book. But you have me interested. I'll look it up when I have some time. I'm trying not to update this story before I update Upstairs, but I keep getting a little blocked with Upstairs. ^_^;
Karina: Not a bad start. Rather interesting. Peter seems like a very nice sex-starved-pouting if he doesn't get his way-typical teenager. He definately has the earmarkings to be a potential problem later.
Micky: Thank you for the input! ^_^
Deity of Sorrow: GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO! GET THE NEXT CHAPTER UP SOON! I'm dying to see it. so hurry up plz.
Micky: Going, going, gone!
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.
Chapter Two: Tutor
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Why did he allow Peter to make him do that! Of all things! The back of the car! Treize was regretting his first complete sexual experience rather quickly. It wasn't enough that it hadn't been what he dreamed about, or with who he dreamed about, but Relena wouldn't let go of the tissue thing. How absurd.
After coming home Treize decided that a shower would help him calm down. He didn't expect to feel so flushed. // "First I have to deal with Peter and get him under control. He has to hear, understand and respect my feelings or it's definitely off. Unless of course he begs me again- how did I fall for that?" // He ducked his head and let the shower water beat down on the top of his head. // "I need to relax. Most guys my age would die to have someone interested just in my body. But I'm not a normal guy. I want something else." //
Treize lifted his head, knowing exactly what it was he did want. // "He's too young and he's my adopted brother!" // He shook his head in denial, // "Well only adopted and we don't actually call each other brother or anything." // He sighed, // "Making excuses will not make it better. I just have to keep this to myself. I can deal with the cards I have. Peter is just fine at anything my body's interested in. I can still love Zechs, with words. Right. That should work out just fine." //
He started to step out of his shower but was shocked by the curious form of a blonde rabbit. He quickly stepped back in and shouted at the human in disguise, "Go to your room Relena! Why do you keep coming in here?" He paused and remembered where he was and added, "How long have you been there?"
The post-toddler hopped around on one foot. I was here for two minutes. I counted. I was waiting for you to say something. There's one hundred and twenty seconds in two minutes. Zechs told me so." Treize frowned and pulled the shower curtain closer. He wasn't exactly sure that the girl wouldn't try to peek. "Why don't you go play with him then. I'm sure there's something else he has to teach. Manners would be on the top of my list."
Relena shook her head and continued hopping on one foot. "I'm a bunny. Zechs said so. He said I had to go away and play with you for two minutes or until I count to one hundred and twenty. She stopped. But I forget how to go past one hundred sometimes so I had to do it a couple of times."
The young man's face dropped and he almost released the shower curtain. He was set up by Zechs and on purpose. This wasn't an accident. This was the start of war. They played a sort of war game every week where Relena was the one pawn by manipulating her one of them won. Zechs was getting a little sneakier in his attack plans. The young man pouted and pulled the shower back over. "Go tell your dear brother that the time is up and now he has to play a game with you. For two hours. That's until dinner."
That was all that the girl needed to excuse her. She was off to torture her older brother. Or so he thought. Treize walked out of his bathroom, as he was accustomed to, and let his towel drop. It was his room after all and no one came in, excusing Relena, without some kind of warning. He no longer had to worry about the little girl. He did however had to worry about the flash of light coming from his bed.
Treize turned and saw Zechs lying on his stomach and looking through a camera lens with a wicked smile on his face. If it was under different circumstances, Treize would have been ecstatic to have the younger boy there, but there was an evil purpose for this surprise. So he quickly pulled on his robe and walked across the room. "What's the meaning for that camera?"
Zechs looked surprise and sat up, "Why to take pictures of course." Treize growled and tried to take the camera. "What were you planning to do with naked photos of me?" Zechs pulled away and landed on his back with a blush. Treize loomed over him and finally had a grip on the camera.
// "I should not be where I am. It's way too tempting." // Treize thought before Zechs squirmed and tried to wrestle the camera free. "Let go of it! Mr. Anton bought it for me!"
Treize sat up. It wasn't healthy to let oneself get too close like that. "Why does he keep buying you presents?" Zechs sat up and looked over his camera. "I don't know. He just likes me I guess." The blonde smiled and handed his camera over to Treize. "I was going give the pictures to a girl asking about you. I'm sorry." He impishly watched Treize blush.
Treize stood back and scratched his head. "Um, what girl would that be?" // "A girl? Does he even know any from my school? I don't think he does. I wonder if it's Abigail, or that pretty brunette?" // Treize received a loud answer from his young friend. Zechs almost fell off the bed laughing and pointing. "You wish! I just wanted to see what you'd do. There's no film in the camera, silly." He sat up and giggled into his hand. "That's for ditching me today."
Treize smiled and sat beside Zechs. "Oh really? You sure you didn't just want to see me like that?" The younger boy frowned, not understanding. "What? Are you daft?" Treize leaned over and patted the boy on the head, "It's alright you know. I don't mind. I'm so good looking after all." He falsely appraised himself and batted his eyes. "Who could resist looking at me?"
That sent Zechs into another fit of laughter. "I for one. Get dressed, we should be downstairs by now."
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The dining room table was set and Relena was sitting close to Anton and telling the man about her day. The old general was frowning and looked at his son, completely displeased. "Treize! What's all this about not coming for them! What kind of joke is that? And who the hell is Peter?"
Zechs skipped past Treize and went to his normal seat. He was going to let the older boy roast for threatening to abandon him earlier. Treize swallowed, "Peter's a friend of mine dad. I was only joking about leaving them. I came back after all." Anton scratched his chin, "Really? Sit down boy. We will have to talk about this tomorrow. In the meantime, I wonder if you've been tutoring Zechs very well."
Treize looked at his angelic new sibling. Zechs was staring blankly at his plate and tapping his glass lightly. The both of them knew there wasn't any real tutoring anymore. If Peter came over and stayed late, then Zechs lied for him. That was all. Treize finally worked the nerve to respond. "Sir?"
Anton slammed his fist. "The boy is failing politics! That's not proper! He's the son of my dear close friend who was the best political leader in these times! It's downright blasphemous!" Treize eyebrows knitted together with concern. "I don't understand why he would fail that either, sir." Zechs wasn't reacting very well. Treize didn't remember the boy mentioning problems. The only reason he wasn't tutoring Zechs for real was because the boy was brilliant and didn't seem to need any help.
The general was getting tired of the silence. "Enough thinking over there. I want an answer." Treize was about to tell the truth, but Zechs interrupted him. "I've been distracted in class, sir. That's all. I'll try even harder and study twice as long on my own. It's not Treize's fault, I just might study better on my own."
The general nodded, "Well then. If that is all then I expect to see your grades rise. No more concerned calls from Mrs.- whatchamacallit." Zechs nodded, "Yes Sir."
Treize frowned and watched Zechs slowly continue eating his vegetable. The boy excused himself early and went to bed. Relena waved after her older brother, "Are you sick? Let daddy check your temperature. If you're sick you need to go to the hospital. It was snowing so you might have the blue." Anton corrected the child, "The flu, my dear. He doesn't look ill." The older man turned his attention to Zechs, "Are you going up to study now boy?" Zechs nodded and left quietly.
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After dinner, Treize knocked on Zechs's door. "Hey, can I come in." He heard the boy rise to open the door and let him in. About a year ago, he stopped coming to visit and talk with his little friend. They still played and talked, but there was a lot more space between them now.
Zechs smiled and let Treize in. The room was still clean and neat, but there were several books opened and spread across his floor. "I see you are studying hard. Want to tell me what's wrong at school?"
Zechs shook his head and sat back down. Treize crossed his legs and sat beside him. He stopped the boy from opening another book. "I'm still your friend Zechs. You can tell me anything. If something's wrong, you shouldn't keep it to yourself." Treize listened to his own words and thought about his own dilemma. Zechs was too young to deal with it, though.
The boy ducked his head and let his hair hide his face. "I don't want to talk about it Treize. Don't you have something to do with Peter?" He tucked hair behind his ears, "You always have something to do with Peter. What do teenagers talk about for so long, with their doors locked?"
Oh, thought Treize. It was about Peter.
"Zechs, are you mad at me for not spending time with you? I'm sorry about that. If you want to catch, up you can start now. Tell me everything that is wrong, okay?" Treize lay down on the carpet and opened a book. "You don't like Peter?" Zechs mimicked him and stretched out beside him with an open book. "No, that's not it. He's an okay guy. I guess."
Treize sighed and turned a page, "Then is it school? What's wrong with school? Why don't you like walking anymore?" Zechs licked his bottom lip, "No reason." The blonde turned a page of his book. It was a geology book, and there was a picture of a volcano erupting. "I just feel different about some things lately. Like I'm erupting too."
Treize leaned over and looked at the picture. "Erupting good, or erupting bad? Are you in a bad mood, little brother?" Zechs slammed the book. "I'm not your brother, Treize. Anton is not my father. I'm not Relena, I remember my real family." The blonde pouted, "... and I wish they were here to tell me what to do. I'm forgetting what mother looked like. I can't remember father's voice. They both are disappearing."
Treize closed his eyes. "Nah, you're not trying hard enough. See? Close your eyes. I can see your mother, Milliard." Zechs frowned, "Did you call me Milliard?" Treize opened one eye, "Yes, now close your eyes, Milli!" Zechs closed his eyes. "Alright, where's my mother?"
Treize smiled, "She's right there with my mother. They're both in their favorite gowns. I remember that red one your mother is in. She wore it on your fifth birthday. Do you remember, Milli?"
Zechs breadth caught in his throat. The beautiful lady Peacecraft was wearing her red silk gown and dancing with her husband. Her hair was tied up with two red pins he put in himself. "I see her. And father's there too!" Treize opened one eye and looked at Zechs.
The blonde was smiling with his head slightly titled upwards and swaying as if music were playing. "And I can hear something father said! 'Don't tell him I have behind the car, Amelia. Shhh," Zechs laughed. "They hid my new go-kart in the garage. We went outside and I acted surprised and it was blue and there was a pretty angel on it! I still have it too! I brought it here. Didn't I, Treize?"
Treize nodded. "Yes I believe you did. You haven't played with it." Zechs frowned, "I know."
Treize leaned over and kissed Zechs's forehead. "I hope you feel a little better now. Do you?" Zechs slowly opened his blue eyes. His blonde eyelashes were dotted with tears. "I'm fine, now. Thank you Treize." He rested his head on his shoulder. "You can keep calling me brother, if you like."
Treize shook his head, "No. I rather just call you Milli and my best friend. Is that all right with you?" Zechs grinned and kissed Treize on the cheek and just brushed the older boy's ear with lips. "Thank you, Treize."
Treize sighed thankfully, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?" Zechs nodded, "At school." Treize waited for the boy to finish, but Zechs didn't say another word. "What at school?" Zechs shrugged, "It's no big deal, I don't think. Its just some boys are teasing me. They think I look like a girl, so they tease me about. One bastard even called me a whore, but I know that I'm not that because I'm a virgin."
Treize frowned, "They're why you won't walk home? Have they tried to hurt you?" Zechs nodded, "Just in gym. They're always pushing me. I don't just let him anything, but today he pinned me down and was trying to rub against me in the showers. So I punched him in the face. All he did was laugh and left with his friends like he was triumphant. I know I shouldn't fight, but he keeps egging me on! It's not fair."
Treize sat up abruptly. "Well, you're right about one thing. It's not proper for young gentleman of your high caliber to be in bathroom brawls and such. Which is why I'm going to knock his bloody head off his shoulders if he try it again. Okay?"
Zechs hugged Treize, "Okay."
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// "Get a grip! It was a small innocent kiss, from a small innocent child!" // Treize fell on his bed and buried his face in the pillows, // "I feel like some kind of criminal! I'm going to drive myself insane!" //
He sat up considered an option. A risky, but needed option. Carefully, he lifted his phone off its receiver.
"Hello, Peter?"
Peter smiled on the other line, "Hi, Treize. Is there something you want?"
"Can you make it over?"
"Well I wouldn't mind a repeat performance, if that's what you mean."
"I'm not in the mood for innuendo. If you want to come over, just come over."
"If I want to come, then I'll come with or without you."
"Peter!"
"Don't freak, baby. I'm coming. Send a driver or something."
Treize murmured yes and hung up the phone. He wasn't sure he could just bring Peter into his home and do it in his own bed. He was expecting Zechs to start lounging in here again. Perhaps, he'll just have to make regular visits to Zechs's room instead. Then thought of Relena barging in with a storybook did come to mind.
He could always lock his door like usual, but Relena could ask Une for the skeleton key again. The last time that happened, he was almost caught with his right hand under the sheets. It wouldn't work out with Peter coming over. He'd have to take his 'boyfriend' out on a date, instead. It was already ten o'clock.
// "Oh great. Another thing for Anton to hound on me about." //
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TBC
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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
DdraigCoch: You've really got me wondering now if you've read 'A density of souls' by Christopher Rice, because this has some definite echoes of it. I thought this was good and I'm really looking forward to the next part (assuming there is a next part?)
Micky: Here's the next part, but I've never heard of that book. But you have me interested. I'll look it up when I have some time. I'm trying not to update this story before I update Upstairs, but I keep getting a little blocked with Upstairs. ^_^;
Karina: Not a bad start. Rather interesting. Peter seems like a very nice sex-starved-pouting if he doesn't get his way-typical teenager. He definately has the earmarkings to be a potential problem later.
Micky: Thank you for the input! ^_^
Deity of Sorrow: GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO! GET THE NEXT CHAPTER UP SOON! I'm dying to see it. so hurry up plz.
Micky: Going, going, gone!
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.
Chapter Two: Tutor
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Why did he allow Peter to make him do that! Of all things! The back of the car! Treize was regretting his first complete sexual experience rather quickly. It wasn't enough that it hadn't been what he dreamed about, or with who he dreamed about, but Relena wouldn't let go of the tissue thing. How absurd.
After coming home Treize decided that a shower would help him calm down. He didn't expect to feel so flushed. // "First I have to deal with Peter and get him under control. He has to hear, understand and respect my feelings or it's definitely off. Unless of course he begs me again- how did I fall for that?" // He ducked his head and let the shower water beat down on the top of his head. // "I need to relax. Most guys my age would die to have someone interested just in my body. But I'm not a normal guy. I want something else." //
Treize lifted his head, knowing exactly what it was he did want. // "He's too young and he's my adopted brother!" // He shook his head in denial, // "Well only adopted and we don't actually call each other brother or anything." // He sighed, // "Making excuses will not make it better. I just have to keep this to myself. I can deal with the cards I have. Peter is just fine at anything my body's interested in. I can still love Zechs, with words. Right. That should work out just fine." //
He started to step out of his shower but was shocked by the curious form of a blonde rabbit. He quickly stepped back in and shouted at the human in disguise, "Go to your room Relena! Why do you keep coming in here?" He paused and remembered where he was and added, "How long have you been there?"
The post-toddler hopped around on one foot. I was here for two minutes. I counted. I was waiting for you to say something. There's one hundred and twenty seconds in two minutes. Zechs told me so." Treize frowned and pulled the shower curtain closer. He wasn't exactly sure that the girl wouldn't try to peek. "Why don't you go play with him then. I'm sure there's something else he has to teach. Manners would be on the top of my list."
Relena shook her head and continued hopping on one foot. "I'm a bunny. Zechs said so. He said I had to go away and play with you for two minutes or until I count to one hundred and twenty. She stopped. But I forget how to go past one hundred sometimes so I had to do it a couple of times."
The young man's face dropped and he almost released the shower curtain. He was set up by Zechs and on purpose. This wasn't an accident. This was the start of war. They played a sort of war game every week where Relena was the one pawn by manipulating her one of them won. Zechs was getting a little sneakier in his attack plans. The young man pouted and pulled the shower back over. "Go tell your dear brother that the time is up and now he has to play a game with you. For two hours. That's until dinner."
That was all that the girl needed to excuse her. She was off to torture her older brother. Or so he thought. Treize walked out of his bathroom, as he was accustomed to, and let his towel drop. It was his room after all and no one came in, excusing Relena, without some kind of warning. He no longer had to worry about the little girl. He did however had to worry about the flash of light coming from his bed.
Treize turned and saw Zechs lying on his stomach and looking through a camera lens with a wicked smile on his face. If it was under different circumstances, Treize would have been ecstatic to have the younger boy there, but there was an evil purpose for this surprise. So he quickly pulled on his robe and walked across the room. "What's the meaning for that camera?"
Zechs looked surprise and sat up, "Why to take pictures of course." Treize growled and tried to take the camera. "What were you planning to do with naked photos of me?" Zechs pulled away and landed on his back with a blush. Treize loomed over him and finally had a grip on the camera.
// "I should not be where I am. It's way too tempting." // Treize thought before Zechs squirmed and tried to wrestle the camera free. "Let go of it! Mr. Anton bought it for me!"
Treize sat up. It wasn't healthy to let oneself get too close like that. "Why does he keep buying you presents?" Zechs sat up and looked over his camera. "I don't know. He just likes me I guess." The blonde smiled and handed his camera over to Treize. "I was going give the pictures to a girl asking about you. I'm sorry." He impishly watched Treize blush.
Treize stood back and scratched his head. "Um, what girl would that be?" // "A girl? Does he even know any from my school? I don't think he does. I wonder if it's Abigail, or that pretty brunette?" // Treize received a loud answer from his young friend. Zechs almost fell off the bed laughing and pointing. "You wish! I just wanted to see what you'd do. There's no film in the camera, silly." He sat up and giggled into his hand. "That's for ditching me today."
Treize smiled and sat beside Zechs. "Oh really? You sure you didn't just want to see me like that?" The younger boy frowned, not understanding. "What? Are you daft?" Treize leaned over and patted the boy on the head, "It's alright you know. I don't mind. I'm so good looking after all." He falsely appraised himself and batted his eyes. "Who could resist looking at me?"
That sent Zechs into another fit of laughter. "I for one. Get dressed, we should be downstairs by now."
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The dining room table was set and Relena was sitting close to Anton and telling the man about her day. The old general was frowning and looked at his son, completely displeased. "Treize! What's all this about not coming for them! What kind of joke is that? And who the hell is Peter?"
Zechs skipped past Treize and went to his normal seat. He was going to let the older boy roast for threatening to abandon him earlier. Treize swallowed, "Peter's a friend of mine dad. I was only joking about leaving them. I came back after all." Anton scratched his chin, "Really? Sit down boy. We will have to talk about this tomorrow. In the meantime, I wonder if you've been tutoring Zechs very well."
Treize looked at his angelic new sibling. Zechs was staring blankly at his plate and tapping his glass lightly. The both of them knew there wasn't any real tutoring anymore. If Peter came over and stayed late, then Zechs lied for him. That was all. Treize finally worked the nerve to respond. "Sir?"
Anton slammed his fist. "The boy is failing politics! That's not proper! He's the son of my dear close friend who was the best political leader in these times! It's downright blasphemous!" Treize eyebrows knitted together with concern. "I don't understand why he would fail that either, sir." Zechs wasn't reacting very well. Treize didn't remember the boy mentioning problems. The only reason he wasn't tutoring Zechs for real was because the boy was brilliant and didn't seem to need any help.
The general was getting tired of the silence. "Enough thinking over there. I want an answer." Treize was about to tell the truth, but Zechs interrupted him. "I've been distracted in class, sir. That's all. I'll try even harder and study twice as long on my own. It's not Treize's fault, I just might study better on my own."
The general nodded, "Well then. If that is all then I expect to see your grades rise. No more concerned calls from Mrs.- whatchamacallit." Zechs nodded, "Yes Sir."
Treize frowned and watched Zechs slowly continue eating his vegetable. The boy excused himself early and went to bed. Relena waved after her older brother, "Are you sick? Let daddy check your temperature. If you're sick you need to go to the hospital. It was snowing so you might have the blue." Anton corrected the child, "The flu, my dear. He doesn't look ill." The older man turned his attention to Zechs, "Are you going up to study now boy?" Zechs nodded and left quietly.
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After dinner, Treize knocked on Zechs's door. "Hey, can I come in." He heard the boy rise to open the door and let him in. About a year ago, he stopped coming to visit and talk with his little friend. They still played and talked, but there was a lot more space between them now.
Zechs smiled and let Treize in. The room was still clean and neat, but there were several books opened and spread across his floor. "I see you are studying hard. Want to tell me what's wrong at school?"
Zechs shook his head and sat back down. Treize crossed his legs and sat beside him. He stopped the boy from opening another book. "I'm still your friend Zechs. You can tell me anything. If something's wrong, you shouldn't keep it to yourself." Treize listened to his own words and thought about his own dilemma. Zechs was too young to deal with it, though.
The boy ducked his head and let his hair hide his face. "I don't want to talk about it Treize. Don't you have something to do with Peter?" He tucked hair behind his ears, "You always have something to do with Peter. What do teenagers talk about for so long, with their doors locked?"
Oh, thought Treize. It was about Peter.
"Zechs, are you mad at me for not spending time with you? I'm sorry about that. If you want to catch, up you can start now. Tell me everything that is wrong, okay?" Treize lay down on the carpet and opened a book. "You don't like Peter?" Zechs mimicked him and stretched out beside him with an open book. "No, that's not it. He's an okay guy. I guess."
Treize sighed and turned a page, "Then is it school? What's wrong with school? Why don't you like walking anymore?" Zechs licked his bottom lip, "No reason." The blonde turned a page of his book. It was a geology book, and there was a picture of a volcano erupting. "I just feel different about some things lately. Like I'm erupting too."
Treize leaned over and looked at the picture. "Erupting good, or erupting bad? Are you in a bad mood, little brother?" Zechs slammed the book. "I'm not your brother, Treize. Anton is not my father. I'm not Relena, I remember my real family." The blonde pouted, "... and I wish they were here to tell me what to do. I'm forgetting what mother looked like. I can't remember father's voice. They both are disappearing."
Treize closed his eyes. "Nah, you're not trying hard enough. See? Close your eyes. I can see your mother, Milliard." Zechs frowned, "Did you call me Milliard?" Treize opened one eye, "Yes, now close your eyes, Milli!" Zechs closed his eyes. "Alright, where's my mother?"
Treize smiled, "She's right there with my mother. They're both in their favorite gowns. I remember that red one your mother is in. She wore it on your fifth birthday. Do you remember, Milli?"
Zechs breadth caught in his throat. The beautiful lady Peacecraft was wearing her red silk gown and dancing with her husband. Her hair was tied up with two red pins he put in himself. "I see her. And father's there too!" Treize opened one eye and looked at Zechs.
The blonde was smiling with his head slightly titled upwards and swaying as if music were playing. "And I can hear something father said! 'Don't tell him I have behind the car, Amelia. Shhh," Zechs laughed. "They hid my new go-kart in the garage. We went outside and I acted surprised and it was blue and there was a pretty angel on it! I still have it too! I brought it here. Didn't I, Treize?"
Treize nodded. "Yes I believe you did. You haven't played with it." Zechs frowned, "I know."
Treize leaned over and kissed Zechs's forehead. "I hope you feel a little better now. Do you?" Zechs slowly opened his blue eyes. His blonde eyelashes were dotted with tears. "I'm fine, now. Thank you Treize." He rested his head on his shoulder. "You can keep calling me brother, if you like."
Treize shook his head, "No. I rather just call you Milli and my best friend. Is that all right with you?" Zechs grinned and kissed Treize on the cheek and just brushed the older boy's ear with lips. "Thank you, Treize."
Treize sighed thankfully, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?" Zechs nodded, "At school." Treize waited for the boy to finish, but Zechs didn't say another word. "What at school?" Zechs shrugged, "It's no big deal, I don't think. Its just some boys are teasing me. They think I look like a girl, so they tease me about. One bastard even called me a whore, but I know that I'm not that because I'm a virgin."
Treize frowned, "They're why you won't walk home? Have they tried to hurt you?" Zechs nodded, "Just in gym. They're always pushing me. I don't just let him anything, but today he pinned me down and was trying to rub against me in the showers. So I punched him in the face. All he did was laugh and left with his friends like he was triumphant. I know I shouldn't fight, but he keeps egging me on! It's not fair."
Treize sat up abruptly. "Well, you're right about one thing. It's not proper for young gentleman of your high caliber to be in bathroom brawls and such. Which is why I'm going to knock his bloody head off his shoulders if he try it again. Okay?"
Zechs hugged Treize, "Okay."
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// "Get a grip! It was a small innocent kiss, from a small innocent child!" // Treize fell on his bed and buried his face in the pillows, // "I feel like some kind of criminal! I'm going to drive myself insane!" //
He sat up considered an option. A risky, but needed option. Carefully, he lifted his phone off its receiver.
"Hello, Peter?"
Peter smiled on the other line, "Hi, Treize. Is there something you want?"
"Can you make it over?"
"Well I wouldn't mind a repeat performance, if that's what you mean."
"I'm not in the mood for innuendo. If you want to come over, just come over."
"If I want to come, then I'll come with or without you."
"Peter!"
"Don't freak, baby. I'm coming. Send a driver or something."
Treize murmured yes and hung up the phone. He wasn't sure he could just bring Peter into his home and do it in his own bed. He was expecting Zechs to start lounging in here again. Perhaps, he'll just have to make regular visits to Zechs's room instead. Then thought of Relena barging in with a storybook did come to mind.
He could always lock his door like usual, but Relena could ask Une for the skeleton key again. The last time that happened, he was almost caught with his right hand under the sheets. It wouldn't work out with Peter coming over. He'd have to take his 'boyfriend' out on a date, instead. It was already ten o'clock.
// "Oh great. Another thing for Anton to hound on me about." //
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TBC
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