Megami Kouhosei does not belong to me. I don't even pretend it does. Thanks.
Challenge fic for a friend. Zero/Erts pairing and some fluff.
Zero scowled at his cast, flexing his bruised arm testily. Damn that Hiead, he growled to himself, a picture of the red-eyed menace springing into his mind almost immediately. You cost me a fucking demerit, you dick. He was so lost in his Hiead-smiting thoughts that he didn't notice the blond Pilot until he had sent them both crashing to the floor. "Shit!" he yelped, jumping clumsily to hit feet, arm hindering his usual athletic grace.
"That's all right," Erts said peaceably, taking Zero's outstretched hand and pulling himself off the ground. His eyes flicked from Zero's arm to his face, and a small smile lit his features. "You know," he started.
Zero's severe expression lessened somewhat, and he threw a cheerful arm around his empath friend. "Yeah, yeah -- lecture, lecture. I shouldn't let him get to me and all that, ne?" His blue eyes were amused, and Erts couldn't help but laugh good-naturedly.
"Yes, exactly," he said, smiling. "Learn to contain yourself a bit more."
Zero smirked. "Contain myself, eh?" he asked, grinning so his canines poked out the sides of his mouth. Erts liked to call it his shit-eating grin. The smaller boy had time to let out a small half-laugh, half-yelp before he found himself thoroughly pinned to the corridor wall. Reading the other boy's surface thoughts -- he was projecting rather loudly, after all -- he brought up a hand to defend himself. "How's this for containing myself, Mr. Pilot?" Erts' defense was too late.
When Zero's mouth met his, Erts wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do. He'd seen Gareas and Leena doing this before -- such was life when you went to visit your brother, at least, when said brother was corporeal -- and he'd caught a few other students at it, but this was him.
And Zero. Couldn't forget Zero. Especially not when his tongue was running such interesting patterns over Erts' own lips.
Zero's thoughts weren't helping matters much, either. A jumbled mush of Wow, this is nice, I should try this more often and I really shouldn't be thinking about how gorgeous an empath is while I'm touching him, let alone kissing him was invading Erts head, and he finally caved.
"Oh, what the hell," Erts breathed when Zero allowed him, grabbing the taller boy's collar and pulling him back down. If Zero's hands on his hips -- and ass -- were any suggestion, he didn't mind much, either.
