Chapter: Chapter Four

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A/N: Hi there, my lovely readers. Yes… It's chapter four. Which means, this chapter will contain slash. Yes, slash. So, if you discontinue reading this because of that, then I'm sorry to lose you but thanks for reading anyway. On to other important issues! … Which, there are none. So… On to the story, right after this public service announcement.

Warning: SLASH… Yes, that's right. Homosexual situations. Don't flame me for it, since I've warned you. But you can flame me for anything else.

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"Hah… No Zack, not yet." He was pushed away from Freddy once again, but that happened a lot and besides, they were in a public restaurant. He sighed heavily and glanced around the place. This was much too formal for Freddy's liking. As he looked around even more, he realized it was much too formal for his tastes also.

"Freddy… Why are we here?" He couldn't figure it out. They were both dressed up and sitting in a place that came complete with the French waiter. He felt pompous, sitting here in coat and tie.

"Well, Zack… We need to talk." Those words. Those four words that could mean a persons world crashing at high speeds. But it didn't seem right being brought to a place such as this just to be dumped. It didn't make sense.

He looked up at the blond and smiled as sweetly as he could. "All right. What about?" The brunette looked down at the rolls in the middle of the table and began to reach for one.

"I think it's time that we ended our love affair and become what we were in the first place. Friends." The guitarist stopped his reach and dropped his hand on the table causing the glasses to jump. It seemed like his heart had just been ripped out and served as an entrée.

"W… What?" He breathed in deeply and stared into the hazel eyes of the drummer. This couldn't be happening, not now. Not after this long. Just… No. He stood up and grabbed his coat off the chair. He looked at Freddy and developed a hate for him that would take almost six months to cure. He turned and started walking out of the restaurant.

"Zack… Wait. Please! You've got to understand!" He sighed and dropped his napkin on the table and stared at the back of the brunette's head. "I'm sorry."

The drummer sighed and looked down at the doorknob in front of him. It was the door to the guest room of his house and conveniently the door to Zack's bedroom. He reached out and touched the knob slightly, trying not to make any noise. He twisted it and listened for the click that meant the door was unlocked. As soon as it sounded, he pushed the door open and peered inside.

The guitarist awoke the creaking of the door as it opened; he looked over with half-shut eyes and studied the silhouette in the doorway- it was the drummer. He heard the footsteps approaching silently and decided to pretend to be asleep.

Freddy climbed into the side of the bed that Zack wasn't sleeping on, careful not to wake him. He took in a deep breath and let it out chokingly, trying to keep the tears from falling. "Zack… I'm…. I'm sorry. For everything. For leaving you. For not telling you often enough that I did, in fact, love you. You probably don't hear me, but that's all right. I suppose it'd be better than that. I'm just sorry Zack…. Really, truly sorry." Freddy sighed and knew that the tears were falling down from his eyes. They burned, and he felt that he deserved it.

The brunette felt his heart jump into his throat by the words that the drummer spoke. He felt very lame, and school-girlish. He also felt all of those feelings that he tried to block out surface once again. He felt the bed move with each shaky breath the blond took and figured that he was crying.

The drummer gulped and figured that he said his peace; though it wasn't the way he wanted to. He put his hands the bed and began to lower himself off of it until he felt a hand grab his wrist. Being grabbed wasn't something expected, and he didn't know how to react.

Zack looked up into the eyes of the drummer and spoke wearily. "You're not leaving me again, are you?" He smirked nervously and awaited the reply he thought would never come. He loved the boy with all his heart, but he didn't know how to say it, but he had a good idea of how to show it.

"I… Well… Of course not, Zack." Freddy was confused but climbed back onto the bed next to the brunette nonetheless. He watched as the other boy pulled himself into a sitting position. He tried to sit up also, but was pushed back down onto the pillows and sheets by a slender palm. He opened his mouth to speak but a finger was placed over it.

Zack moved over and straddled the other boy. He breathed deeply and aligned his hips with the ones under him. He let his brunette hair fall into his eyes as he leaned forward to face the blonde. Staring into the dark eyes that were once so familiar to him, he spoke lightly, "Do you trust me?"

The drummer could merely nod as he felt the familiar fingers pull up his shirt slightly and run over his exposed stomach gently. He gasped lightly as the cold air hit his stomach and the warm fingers created sensations all over his skin. He was surprised when a pair of soft lips touched his own lightly.

As soon as Zack set his lips on the other and pulled back, he recalled it was over to quickly. Sitting up, he brushed his hair away lightly and stared into the eyes that were beneath him. It was just like Italy- nights in the cabin and days in the woods that surrounded the property. Sighs, gasps, groans, and panting occupied the nights back then and he wished they still did now.

When he felt the pressure being taken off of his lips, he knew it was over too soon. He gulped and hoped that Zack wouldn't push him away as he had all those years ago. Reaching a hand up, he wrapped it around the others neck and pulled him down lightly. The younger boy complied and let the drummer lead him down to his lips. Freddy looked into the other's eyes for a moment before he pressed his own lips to the ones right in front of him.

Zack opened his mouth slightly to breath in, but felt Freddy's tongue take advantage of the little gap. He felt the boys tongue run lightly over his lips before entering his mouth. He let his own tongue run over the one of the other boys and gasped when he felt a hand run up the front of his shirt and back down to rest on his hip. He moved both his hands up to grip the headboard.

The drummer reached his other hand up to the guitarists other side and took hold of the shirt that was in the way. He slid the shirt up the lean body while letting his fingers play on the skin. He felt the boy shudder, which pleased him greatly, and he felt the crotch of his pants become tight.

Zack broke the kiss long enough to let the shirt be pulled over his head. He watched the shirt hit the ground and returned to kissing the drummer. Light kisses got trailed down the drummer's cheek to his neck. 'Just like Italy…' The brunette tugged lightly at the ends of the blond's shirt and felt the boy arch under him. He pulled the shirt over the blond's head and smiled as he saw the boy's chest and stomach for the first time in years.

Freddy took hold of Zack's arms and rolled both him and the guitarist over so he was on top. He kissed down the center of the guitarist's chest and stomach and ran his tongue playfully under the band of his pants. The guitarist squirmed under him and pulled Freddy's face up to his.

"Not tonight… I don't want to seem easy. I'm on the rebound, remember?" Zack smiled up to the other boy and felt the pressure on his body let up. He saw the hurt look in the other boy's eyes and sighed. "Well, you can stay and sleep in here with me." Rolling his eyes, he got out from under the drummer and decided to lie on his side.

Freddy curled up around the drummer and wrapped his arm around him. He smiled, and kissed the guitarist on the cheek. Sighing, he knew it was just like Italy. "Better than Italy…" he spoke under his breath and drifted off to sleep.

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A/N: So… that's it for this chapter. Did you like it? Please say that you did, I spent a lot of time on this and all criticism is welcome. Constructive criticism, that is. So… Review! That's how I know. Catch you all in the next chapter.