Love, Lust, and Lolicons
Authorship: elatylekiL yrevA
Author Notes: Thanks for the reviews dudes! Jeebus, now I'm getting more long reviews. I wonder if I want this. Just kidding, I do. Love you all. :D
My dear Jander (I have to reply to your reviews in the notes cause you never check your email T.T), yes, Foundational swearing is fun. By Hardin's spaceship it is. Zane Sakuya gone crazy? O.O Not chivalrous enough, sorry.
Caution: ChazzxZane. Dub names. OOCness. I'm too tired to think of original stuff for this. WTFridge.
Disclaimer: THERE IS NO DISCLAIMER BECAUSE THE DISCLAIMER FOR THIS CHAPTER AND ALL 961 (I THINK) CHAPTERS AFTER IT HAS BEEN COVERED BY THE CHAPTER BEFORE. BOO-YAH.
7. Atticus Wants to Share
At the same time the events previous were happening, Chazz and Zane were engaged in a lover's quarrel of their own. Zane had his hand firmly clamped over Chazz's mouth, and another hand holding Chazz's wrists in place.
Chazz, of course, was not going to take this sitting down. He twisted violently, trying to wrench free of Zane's grip, but, as always, it was useless. He knew it was useless, too--he'd faced Zane's surprising strength more than once before--but he'd rather struggle futilely than give up and let Zane know that he had defeated him.
"Chazz, Chazz," Zane said affectionately, though his grip removed as firm as ever. "Don't make so much noise, all right? We don't want them to hear, do we? Not when we have this nice alone time together..."
He slowly removed his hand from Chazz's mouth, and just when Chazz looked like he was on the verge of screaming out for help, he seized Chazz again and kissed him, deeply, sucking gently on the other boy's mouth. Chazz's scream died into a muffled moan--which, to Chazz's distant disgust, sounded more like a moan of pleasure than of discomfort.
"How do you like that, Chazz-who-loves-cheese?" Zane said, his voice mocking, as he finally separated from Chazz.
"Shut up!" Chazz snapped. He jerked away, but Zane was holding tightly onto his waist, preventing him from escaping. "Let go, damn it, you're hurting me!"
"But Chazz," Zane said, leaning nearer, "if I let go, you'll run away."
"Quit talking to me like I'm your pet or something!"
"Chazz, you are my pet." And then, abruptly, Zane pushed Chazz up against a tree--the same tree he'd bullied Misawa on--and kissed him once more. Only this time, when he pulled away, he didn't stop. He kissed him again. And again. And again.
As he slid his tongue out of Chazz's mouth for the fourth time, Chazz murmured indistinctly, "You're gonna kill me."
Zane paused, just as he was leaning in for yet another kiss. "Why's that so?"
"I'm going to suffocate to death," Chazz said faintly. "You're going to suffocate me to death. I'm going to die...mrmf!"
Zane, sadistically, had swallowed Chazz up in another kiss once more, this one more passionate than all the ones before it. He pressed himself closer to Chazz, as close as he could get, burying Chazz into a kiss that some irrational part of his mind hoped would actually kill Chazz--suck all of the air and the life and the will from him and leave him nothing but a shell. Of course, this was a very tiny, very skewed portion of Zane's mind, and he paid it no heed.
Finally, reluctantly, Zane parted from Chazz, savoring the taste of the younger boy's mouth. Chazz was breathing in deep breaths, eyes closed--his expression was unreadable.
"Chazz?" Zane said.
"What do you want, you bastard?" Chazz said, tilting his head to the side--and with that simple, mindless gesture, Zane became suddenly aware of the graceful curve of Chazz's neck, covered by the cloth of his turtleneck. "You already have my first kiss. You already have Alexis. What more could you--hey!"
Zane grabbed Chazz's collar, and, with eager fingers, rolled it down, revealing the bare white skin of Chazz's neck, even paler than his face. He pressed his lips to that skin, and began sucking. Chazz gasped.
"Hey! What the hell! Stop it!" Another gasp. Zane began venturing further down, pulling down Chazz's collar as he went, leaving a trail of wet kisses. "St-stop it..."
"What's up, Chazz?" Zane said, glancing at Chazz from the corner of his eye as he sucked roughly on Chazz's flesh. "You sound like you're enjoying yourself."
"I'm not!" Chazz snapped, but he pushed his head even further to the side, revealing more of his neck--which Zane instantly took, of course, as an invitation.
He continued ravaging Chazz's neck, alternating between sucking and kissing, creating patterns of saliva and bruises. Chazz let out the appropriate moans, and his hands even reached up and buried themselves in Zane's hair, as Zane worked his magic with his lips.
Then, suddenly--to Zane, out of nowhere, Chazz asked, "Does Alexis know you're cheating on her?"
Zane didn't pause, but merely gave a careless glance up towards Chazz, whose resentful tone made clear that though he was content to stand here and let Zane swallow up his neck, he still was angry at Zane.
He might have started lusting for Zane, but he didn't love him.
Zane merely smiled, slowly pulling away from Chazz. His arms wrapped around the back of Chazz's head, so that they were embracing, and he noted, to his satisfaction, that Chazz, though he made no effort to return the hug, he did not resist it either.
"Things are going great with my girlfriend," Zane said, placing careful emphasis on the word. All part of the plan. Then, casually, he tossed in, "You know, we had sex last night."
Chazz stiffened and glared up at Zane. "You what?"
Zane noticed Chazz's tensing and smiled, stroking Chazz's hair. "Yeah. We had sex." And the best part was he didn't even have to make it up: it was all true. He had had sex with Alexis last night--and he had not enjoyed it. It reminded him once more of why he liked guys and hated girls. "It was pretty great," he added, and this was a lie.
"I can't believe you," Chazz snarled, and when he looked up, there was hate in his eyes. "How could you? Alexis--how could you deflower her virginal beauty?"
This was so ridiculous that Zane let himself laugh. "Ha, ha--virginal beauty? As if! You know, I wanted to wait, I told her that it was too soon, but she was just so insistent." And again, this was true--last night's romp had been completely unexpected (and most unpleasant, in Zane's opinion), but at least it offered more ammo to fire at Chazz with.
"Shut up!" Chazz shouted. "Alexis isn't that type of girl!"
"You don't really know her, eh? I guess she's just that much in love with me," Zane said, although in his thoughts he was thinking, I didn't think she was that type of girl either. "And who was I to refuse?" He went on. "I love her too, you know, and last night was definitely worth it." Worth it, yeah, so that I could throw it back into your face--but that's all!
Then he grabbed Chazz and kissed him, before the black-haired boy could utter a word. Zane slipped his tongue back and forth across Chazz's mouth, enjoying the warmth, the soft, lightly sweet taste--and then, unexpectedly, he felt Chazz's tongue, almost shyly, poke at his own. Zane's eyes flew open with surprise, and he did the only logical thing: he pulled Chazz deeper into the kiss.
Just when Zane thought he and Chazz were about to engage in a deep, passionate, two-sided makeout, a loud voice called out, "Hot mama, Zane!"
Zane and Chazz instantly broke apart, and Chazz quickly brought his hand up to his mouth, looking both disgusted and surprised. Zane whipped around, glaring for the intruder.
"Misawa?" He snapped, hoping he was right.
"Wrong!" The voice sang, and Atticus stepped out from behind a tree, and strummed a few artful notes on his ukelele. "How can this be? Chazz, who once loved Alexis so, runs off and snogs with Zane, who just screwed Alexis last night! What is this, a freaking soap opera?"
"Atticus," Zane said, taking care to make his words calm, but dangerous, "this is none of your business. Leave us alone."
"How can I?" Atticus said, grinning widely. "This is crazy, Zane. Here I was, all these years, never suspecting that you were gay. Well, I should have seen the warning signs..."
As Atticus trailed off, strumming thoughtfully at his ukelele, Zane glared. "Atticus, leave us alone."
"But how does Alexis fit into the equation, hmm?" Atticus said--and it was evident that he was completely ignoring Zane. "I mean, she is your girlfriend, you did shack with her last night. Cheating on her?"
Zane's glare intensified, but Atticus would not back off--perhaps because his eyes were closed, so, obviously, he could not see Zane's murderous glare. But at the very least he could have sensed the ominous gloom--emanating from Zane--that had suddenly permeated the air.
This complicated things. Zane hadn't planned on Atticus learning about his ploy--he had never even imagined such a thing could happen. But it had. And it seemed the only way out was to tell Atticus about the bet...what an inconvenience.
And yet, wasn't that the way Zane had picked up Misawa? Misawa had stumbled in on Zane and Chazz kissing, and Zane had managed to recruit Misawa over to his cause. Granted, Misawa hadn't been much help, but Atticus. This was Atticus, Zane's loyal friend of how-many years. Atticus could be trusted--he definitely wouldn't wimp out--he wouldn't take this too seriously--heck, he'd think it was all great fun. Yes, he could tell Atticus--
But then there was Alexis, Atticus's younger sister. Would Atticus abandon Zane once he learned of the way Zane was using Alexis? No, Zane had to be able to win over Atticus without telling him about Alexis's role in the plan...
As Zane became lost with the trail of his thoughts, Atticus had been approaching Chazz. Now, he bent down by Chazz's side and smiled.
"Hey, hey, princess. So, you're Zane's girl?"
"Leave me alone, Atticus," Chazz snapped, trying to find some way to put distance between himself and Atticus without blatantly running away. But there was none--he was pressed up against a tree, after all.
"I remember you went to me...what, was it two days ago? Yeah, you went to me two days ago and were on the floor crying about Alexis? Remember?" Atticus said, with a good-natured smile.
"Correction: you went up to me, genius," Chazz said.
"I'm not gay myself, but I can see why Zane likes you," Atticus went on. "You're girly. Without the boobs, of course."
"Shut up!" Chazz shouted, shoving against Atticus. Atticus, nimbly, ducked under Chazz's arm, and then, with surprising speed, was suddenly up against Chazz's face--his lips to Chazz's.
Chazz could not react. He was frozen for a momentary second as Atticus pulled away, a smile plastered over his face. "Oops," Atticus said. "Did I say I wasn't gay?"
The next thing Chazz knew, Zane had materialized by his side and grabbed him roughly, his hand painfully holding Chazz's lower face, covering his mouth. Zane's other hand went out and hit Atticus.
Atticus remained smiling. "I supposed I deserved that."
"I suppose you did," Zane said, glowering.
"Peace, Zane," Atticus said, holding his hands out before him. "Don't you want to share? Sharing is caring, you know."
"Atticus, leave us alone. Go screw with some of the girls in your fanclub or something, damn it!" Zane held Chazz tighter, and Chazz let out a muffled indignant noise at the pain--which Zane, of course, chose to ignore.
"You're hurting your boyfriend, Zane," Atticus said cheerfully, leaning forward and poking Zane on the forehead.
Faster than the eye could catch, Zane's hand had darted out and seized Atticus's offending finger--and squeezed. There was a disturbingly audible crackling noise, and Atticus let out a whining noise of pain. Zane did not let go. He remained glaring at Atticus, nothing but pure anger--pure, hard, cold, controlled anger--reflected in his eyes.
"Don't. Touch. Me."
There was venom dripping from each word. Atticus flinched.
Then Zane let go, slowly. Atticus quickly pulled his hand up to his mouth and sucked on his poor index finger, whining incomprehensibly about breaking a finger and never being able to finger-paint ever again.
"Don't be ridiculous, Atticus," Zane said, his voice no less dangerous than it had been before. "I didn't break your finger. Although--if you irritate me any more, have no illusions that I won't in the near future."
Atticus looked up at Zane with large puppy-dog eyes. "Zane, dude, what's wrong with you? Do you need pills? Mental help? A shrink, maybe?"
"No."
"Zane--"
But Zane had already turned the opposite direction, dragging Chazz with him.
"I don't want to hear it," he snapped.
"Hey, Zane!" Atticus shouted, and then, unexpectedly, he broke out into a grin. "Remember what I said about sharing?"
Zane paused, and it was possible that he might have turned slightly. Very slightly. "No."
"Sharing is caring! Don't you care about me?" Then Atticus paused and glanced down at his injured right hand. "Though, I suppose the sane answer to that question is 'no', seeing how you broke my finger and didn't even apologize."
"All right, Atticus, I'm sorry." Zane heaved the last words out in an exasperated sigh. "Will that do? I'm just in a really bad mood today, all right. Not to mention, you just kissed my boyfriend."
"Would you mind sharing that boyfriend?" Atticus said cheerfully, tilting his head.
It was Chazz who spoke up first, for during Zane's preoccupation with Atticus, his hand had slipped from Chazz's mouth, so, consequently, Chazz was free to speak. "What the hell's wrong with you?" he shouted. "You freaking bastard! I thought you could trust you--you're Alexis's brother! What, is the whold world gay! God dam--"
Zane clamped a hand back over Chazz's mouth and held even tighter. No one but Zane could understand the mental processes that were working themselves out in Zane's head at the moment. No one but Zane himself would be able to know why Zane said what he said.
"Atticus," he said, "how long shall I loan him to you?"
Atticus beamed, his face brightening with a banana smile. "Wow, Zane! Do I have to pay anything?"
"That's all right," Zane said, perfectly calm. "You paid for this week's loan with your finger."
"Zane, you're a real friend!" Atticus said. Zane smiled.
Chazz, at the meantime, was listening with utmost disbelief, struggling his hardest against Zane. It was like struggling against a concrete wall that you were chained to--impossible to escape from without, say, an electric torch or a chainsaw.
"One week with you, one with me," Zane said. He sounded entirely casual, as if he was merely discussing the loaning of a textbook. "We'll alternate."
"I like it!" Atticus said. "You're a swell guy, Zane!"
Zane slowly removed his hand from Chazz's mouth, releasing him. He smiled up at Atticus and said, "Of course I am."
"No, you're no--"
Once more, Chazz was interrupted as Zane swooped down and pressed his lips against Chazz. Chazz gasped, and, without any thinking, brought his hands up to Zane's face and kissed him back. The two remained in their respective positions for quite a long time, as Atticus stood uncomfortably off to the side, vaguely aware that the he could actually see the clouds moving during the time that Zane and Chazz remained together, snogging, acting for all the world like they were a pair of passionate lovers.
Then they broke apart. Chazz stared into Zane's eyes, looking more confusing than anything. Zane merely smiled. Then he shoved Chazz away, gently, but forcefully.
Caught off guard, Chazz stumbled backwards before running into Atticus, who grabbed him lightly by the shoulders and spun him around.
"Be good," Zane said, calmly, with all the authority of an order.
Then he had swept off and vanished back through the forest.
Chazz stared blankly at the space where, a second before, Zane had been, before whirling around to face Atticus, who wore a benign smile.
"Hey, Chazz," Atticus said. "I can't play as mean of a game of tonsil hockey as Zane can, but I like to think I'm a bit more romantic."
Chazz looked up at Atticus--Zane's friend, Alexis's brother, his boyfriend. He had the irrestistable urge to either scream or cuss.
So he did both.
Author's Notes: Duude. Remember what I said about Misawa making chapters longer? Here's proof! Poof, one chapter without Misawa with it and it's so much freaking shorter than the one before. That much I know at least. (...I type in Notepad so it's too big of a hastle to count words. I just assume.)
Lame chap, I know, but I was kinda struggling to get it out. I want to write another fanfic and at the same time I need to finish this piccie I'm drawing and I should be playing MapleStory...so, yeah. Plus I feel like I'm writing myself into a rut. Plot bunnies appreciated!
And so are reviews! Adieu!
PS: Hey! I'm going to use this as my "Movie Rambling Space". So yeah, we watched Shakespeare in Love in school this past week. SO MUCH KISSING. WTFridge. LOL. It made me laugh.
