Zane might have been the one backed up against the wall, however he definitely held all the power of the situation.

Chazz had always been one to hold back his emotions, however he had never really been very good at thinking that through all the way; for instance there were quite a few tells to what he was actually feeling and if you knew him well enough his usual façade was easy enough to see through.

Zane knew Chazz well enough to judge what was going on in the younger boy's mind, indeed he could see the conflict of feeling and sensible thought in Chazz's eyes. However there was a certain spark to them that hadn't been there before and Zane knew exactly what it was; lust. That was why Zane was smirking, although Chazz would never have guessed, because he knew that the former Obelisk in front of him had come across an emotion he couldn't quite understand, nor in fact get rid of too easily. But it wasn't enough. Zane could see a spark of desire in Chazz's eyes, but he wanted to see the other boy consumed by it.

"Yeah – what about you Chazz? What do you feel about me?"

Chazz still didn't know what to say, and so Zane took advantage of his state of inner confusion by grabbing his collar roughly and twisting them both around, so it was now Chazz with his back against the wall.

"Surely you have some feelings on the subject?"

Zane had leaned in dangerously close and Chazz could feel his warm breath on his face. Chazz couldn't help staring at Zane's lips, which were hovering so very close to his own, Zane's body was pressed so tightly against his own that he could feel his heart beating in his chest, he could feel the rise and fall of his breathing, which for some reason was much calmer than Chazz's own.

"I…" he trailed off and looked, back up to Zane's eyes. A shimmer of something flashed across Chazz's overcast orbs and both the boys knew exactly what it was as it passed; self-doubt.

"Yeah?" Zane prompted him, letting one of his own hands circle around Chazz's waist, his other hand fiddled idly with the waistband of the younger boy's trousers.

Chazz swallowed and blinked, his gaze falling to the floor just below him, he couldn't even look up at Zane anymore; it was so odd what he was feeling right now. It was the same Zane who'd come in to his bedroom what must have been only a few nights before, the same Zane who'd earned him a detention from Professor Banner, but the same Zane whose lips felt so good against his own, but who he knew it was wrong to like.

But whatever doubt he felt right then he was going to have to ignore it; he could go on hating Zane after they made out – right? Lying didn't matter if it got rid of all the built up emotions within him…

Forcing himself to look back up at Zane, Chazz then said very slowly, thinking hard as he spoke, "I…want-"

Zane stared, this was it. Even Chazz's confused frown didn't matter, finally he was going to admit he liked him, finally – after all this waiting, he would finally be accepted.

Chazz bit his lip, about to speak when another voice broke the stillness of the corridor.

"That's 'doctor' to you! I don't have a PhD in duelling so I can go around being called 'Mr'!!" Crowlers voice echoed down the corridor, and then both boys were suddenly very aware that the teacher was making his way down the hall towards them.

Brought back to his senses Chazz placed a hand on Zane's chest and pushed, not exactly very hard perhaps, but still, for some reason Zane got the message, and was willing to comply without any argument. The teal haired boy took a step away and Chazz's heart only then started to beat to a natural rhythm again.

"Good afternoon Zane – Chazz, as I am sure you are well aware this is the Obelisk dorm. Are you an Obelisk Chazz?" Crowler arched an eyebrow haughtily, and Chazz felt Zane stiffen slightly beside him, but Crowler didn't seem to notice, "No you're not. So kindly – get out and go back to the Slifer dorm. There are reasons why people are in the Obelisk dorm and you, Mr Princeton, just don't cut it anymore. So run along!"

Glaring daggers at Crowler, but finding no usual wise crack in his head to say, Chazz spun on his heal and left the dorm block. Only realising when he was outside in the wind that the front of his trousers were still wet; it must have been very hot in the Obelisk dorm for him to forget about that…

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Chazz had been banking on a quiet, peaceful sleep that night, however it seemed his dreams were also turned against him…

"Hey – keep up Chazz! You'll never get there if you don't hurry!"

"You're going too fast! Slow down a bit!" Chazz was running as fast as he could. People, whose voices he knew but couldn't recognise nor see, ran ahead of him wild with excitement.

"If you wanna be the best you have to at least try."

"I am! I'm trying!" but then the ground beneath his feet fell away and he landed at the bottom of a giant hole.

"You're not trying; you're pathetic. You can't even keep up," now the voices had morphed into people, two people in fact. Their silhouettes made their way closer to the hole and then Chazz could see their faces; Slade and Jagger.

"Please! Give me another chance!"

"No way. Just stay down there and die," and they left.

"No! Wait! I can do it! Please!" he yelled and slammed his fists against the sides of the hole and suddenly he fell through into the blackness, tumbling down, and down and then he landed with a thump.

He was lying on a very comfortable bed of someone's room, and then the door opened and a familiar cerulean haired boy walked in.

"Zane?"

However he didn't speak, only made his way over to Chazz and crawled on top of him on the bed. Chazz just lay there, slate-grey eyes locked on Zane's cobalt ones. The older teen then reached down and slid his hands under Chazz's shirt, his fingers sending insane shivers through Chazz. And then he lent forward and captured his lips in a soft kiss, which he immediately deepened. Zane's hands moved down to Chazz's trousers and easily undid the flies. He slipped a hand inside and Chazz moaned with pleasure and want at the other boys touch, "…Zane…!"

But then the door opened and Slade and Jagger walked into the room again, and Zane climbed off the bed and looked between the brothers. And finally he spoke, "You know Chazz – I never knew you were related to Slade and Jagger. I would've thought you would amount to something by relation, but you haven't. You're second rate. You're pathetic. Why would I ever waste my time with you? Why would anyone?"

And then Chazz was falling again, through the floor…

Chazz woke with a start.

He sat up, what had that all been about? Vivid pieces of the dream came back to him, in a nonsensical order. He rubbed his hands over his eyes to try and think. What had it all meant – why had he been dreaming that? There was one comforting thought to the chaos in his mind; that it had all, only been a dream. However Zane's last words kept echoing in his head, 'Why would I ever waste my time with you?' Chazz swallowed; it was a dream.

It wasn't cold in the room but he realised he was shaking and he tried to make light of it, after all it hadn't even been that bad of a dream – it hadn't even been scary. In fact it had only… made him feel useless and dirty.

For once in his life Chazz wished he hated argued so much to get a room on his own, he really, really wanted some one to talk to. On this one he was on his own, he didn't have anyone to talk to, or confide in, it was just so quiet.

"Hey boss?" Chazz looked around to see Ojama Yellow - who else? – floating in the air to his right, "You know… you're not completely alone?"

Chazz looked over at it, too tired and depressed to argue, "What do you mean by that?"

"Well… you can always talk to me…"

"Go to hell."

"…or! Or you're sleeping right next door to your friends."

Chazz sighed and replied out of habit, "They're not my friends." However he looked over at the Ojama for a long second before swinging his legs over the side of his bed and throwing his dressing gown on. He then pushed open his door careful and made his way across the couple of metres to the next room, he rapped on the door quietly.

Obviously quietly was not loud enough because no one came. He knocked again and heard a sleepy murmur, then a curse from within and then the door opened.

"Hel – Chazz? What're you doing here… it's still the middle of the night, right?" Jaden's sleepy form stared confusedly at the former Obelisk.

"Uh yeah…" Chazz nodded, uncomfortably shifting his weight from one foot to another, he stared down at the floor arranging his thoughts before saying, "Uh – my rooms really cold. Can I sleep here tonight?"

Jaden frowned, "Well it's kinda cramped and there's cockroaches and Chumley snores and-"

"Please?"

Jaden's frown reinforced itself doubly; he opened the door wider, "Sure. If you don't mind sleeping…" he looked up at Chazz's slightly forlorn face as he closed the door, " – you can sleep in my bunk if you want, I'll sleep on the floor."

Chazz swallowed, still not looking up at Jaden, "Thanks."

Jaden grinned and then yawned and dug out a spare pillow and sheet from the cupboard before setting up bed on the floor. Chazz climbed into the bottom bunk bed, it wasn't very comfortable but it was still warm from where Jaden had been lying.

After getting himself settled Jaden switched off the sidelight that was on and lay still for a second. Chumley was still snoring, and Syrus snuffling lightly which meant they were both asleep, but Chazz, he was lying still and Jaden could see, from the stream of moonlight the moth bitten curtains didn't keep out of the dorm, the raven haired boy was staring at the bottom of Syrus' bunk.

"Hey Chazz?"

"Mmm…?"

"You okay?"

There was a silence that seemed to last for eternity.

"Chazz?"

"I – I'm fine slacker. Go to sleep."

"Alright… sure?"

"…sure."

"Night then Chazz."

"Night."

"… Chazz? You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah… I'm going to sleep now so shut up. 'k?"

But Jaden could tell, as he lay awake wondering about the other boy's sudden appearance, that Chazz wasn't asleep, he could tell by the fact Chazz's form wasn't relaxed and his breathing definitely hadn't evened out. However, it was anyone's guess to what exactly was running through the youngest Princeton's mind at that moment.

A/N Okay there we go, hope you liked it. It's okay I guess a little angsty, but don't you just love cute ickle Chazz XD. Aside from that do you guys wanna see any JadenxChazz? I was thinking about something to do with that but it doesn't have to be Jaden. Input is nice :P. Anyhoo please read and review, next chap will be up soon –crosses fingers-