Zane's eyes widened in surprise, and he paused, as though he had completely frozen. Chazz's body was pressed against him, and Zane's hand had somehow made its way into the boy's hair. Both of their tongues were moving together, and their bodies seemed to be in synch, the soft clinking of the I.V. against the metal pole making music for them, both boys smiling faintly.

"Chazz…" Zane finally said, pulling away. He couldn't do this. He wasn't even gay…!

"Shut up." Chazz said, that nasty little boy acting out, pulling Zane's lips against his again. Zane nodded breathlessly. Well, if this was what was going to help Chazz get better, he told himself, then he would go ahead and do it. If it was to help Chazz get better, it couldn't be wrong, could it?

Two weeks later, Chazz had been comfortably settled down into Slifer Red once more. He had just finished showering in the outhouse. He hated it here, he wanted his private bathroom back. He missed the castle-like structure of Obelisk Blue. This was just…sickening! Disgusting!

Chazz flipped on his stereo, soft classical music drifting through his ears. He dried himself off, and dressed in a soft black turtleneck, which covered his skeletal body almost completely, along with long black jeans, and a pair of black boots.

He spread his books out in front of him, and began to read. With the door shut, it really wasn't so bad. It was rather warm and sweet in his room, with the classical music playing, and everything splayed out perfectly.

He had a cigarette clasped between his lips. Attempting to wein himself from drugs was proving to be catastrophic, so he was turning to little things like cigarettes, things that he was planning to use to help break his habit.

He heard a soft knock, and got up, opening the door to reveal a warm night, which blew sweet air into the room. Zane pounced on him when he opened the door, and he pressed Chazz into the bed. Chazz threw his shoe at the door, slamming it shut, and gave Zane a bit of a grin. "You're eager tonight, Zane…" He whispered, feeling Zane tugging his shirt off, and leaving a brilliant trail of bite-marks down his neck as he moaned.

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When morning came, there was a pile of clothes on the floor, and two boys contently curled in bed. Zane had Chazz spooned up against his body, holding him. He didn't know what it was about Chazz, but…! Chazz was just so eager to please, though he didn't show it. And he felt terrible for wanting it, but he liked that Chazz wanted him to feel good, that he sought his approval.

He petted Chazz's sleek, straight hair with a pale hand, holding him against his chest. Chazz was sleeping peacefully, curled up to him.

He woke Chazz, shaking his shoulder quietly. "I have to go meet with Alexis…I'll see you later."

"What for?" Chazz asked sleepily.

"It's nothing…" He said quietly, and stood, dressing quietly, watching as Chazz fell back asleep, stretching like a lazy cat.

Jaden burst into the room ten minutes after Zane had left, switching on the lights. "Wake up, lazy!" He said, laughing, then blushed when he saw the long, smooth expanse of Chazz's chest, the lean muscles, the faint rise of a hip. His face's angles were like knife slashes from the mind of the world's most brilliant artist.

Jaden prodded Chazz's chest, and Chazz woke with a shriek, pulling the sheets higher. "Do you MIND?" He yelled, the sheet up to his chin, his whole face covered in a blush.

"Come on, Chazz! There's pancakes in the cafeteria, and soba, since its Saturday. Congee, too! Aren't you hungry?"

"Yeah, I guess…just…get out for a minute." Chazz said, watching Jaden's back, hearing his stomach growling.

Jaden saw Alexis and Zane walking close together, Zane's arm around her waist. And for some reason, even though he hated Zane for having taken Chazz, he didn't want Chazz to see that.

Chazz came out, eyes heavy with sleep, looking grumpy.

"What're you staring at?" He grumbled.

"Uh…nothing! Nothing! Let's just go!" Jaden said with a grin, grabbing Chazz and hauling him away towards the cafeteria.