a/n. Wow, so, people say this isn't complete crap. I'm amazed. cx
Well, since this is a Christmas gift, it is good to know it's decent. xD
disclaimer. Roses are red, violets are blue.
I don't own, so you don't sue.
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"Hm, looks like I owe you a new camera doesn't it?"
Zetsu couldn't help but chuckle at these words, but that wasn't enough to stop the tears from flowing. In fact, it only made him cry harder, sobbing heavily against Pein's chest as the ginger held him, staring at the remains of the camera on the ground, cracked and somewhat broken from the rock. Peins hands curled into fists around the poor two-toned man, genuinely upset that Madara would do such a thing. He couldn't say he couldn't believe that the Uchiha had done it - he'd known the Uchiha was do it.
Eventually, Zetsu's sobs disentegrated into hiccups and then deep breaths and then, finally, normal breathing. Only then did Pein release him, sliding his hand under Zetsu's chin and tilting it up so their eyes met. Zetsu bit down on his lip, attempting to avert his eyes. He couldn't believe he'd been so... naive. So stupid. So... played.
Pein leaned forward and gave the boy a gentle kiss, standing up and offering him a hand that Zetsu readily took, standing up on his own wobbly legs.
"Your coming over." The gingers words were quiet and gentle, but definately a statement more than a request. Zetsu could only nod as they went to the nearest bus stop.
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At Peins apartment, Zetsu could only lay in the couch, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for Pein to return. He'd gone off to get something and told Zetsu to wait like a good boy. Well, he hadn't said good boy, knowing what pain that would bring to the man, but the thought flitted across the two-toned mans mind and made him wince, eyes refilling with tears. Why did Madara continue to haunt his thoughts!?
After everything that traitor had done, Zetsu should want nothing more than to block the man from his thoughts, but his mind kept drifting to the Uchiha no matter how much he begged it not to.
His mind kept drifting over the obsidian haired mans confident smile, cocky smirk, the way he kissed, they way his hands moved over all of Zetsu's sensitive skin...
Golden eyes winced and a shiver ran up his spine, forcing the memories to stop. He couldn't take it. He just couldn't.
However, just as he jumped up to do something that would've probably been reckless and borderline suicide, the owner of the apartment slid into the apartment, offering a wrapped box to Zetsu, who only blinked at it.
They stood there quietly for a few moments. Pein finally stepped closer, setting the box into the other mans arms, waiting.
The wrapped box made it all too obvious that it was a present and, with a sigh, Zetsu finally pulled the paper off the box to discover it was a camera. It wasn't quite as nice as his previous one, which Madara - there he was, invading his thoughts again! - had gotten him, but it was the thought that counted. A smile tugged at his lips and he embraced Pein rather suddenly, snuggling against the mans warm sweater.
Pein blinked but smiled in relief at Zetsu's acceptance of the camera, and slid his arms around the mans waist. "I'm glad you like it." He coo'd quietly, waiting for Zetsu to let go of him before he did the same.
Zetsu knew he still harboured feelings for Madara. Pein knew it. It wasn't going to go away over night. It wasn't going to go away anytime soon, actually. But, maybe out of Zetsu's desperation to want to forget and Pein's desperation to want to help Zetsu forget, they lost themselves in each other.
And it was - surprisingly - Zetsu who started it, leaning towards Pein with obvious sexual intent.
Who was Pein to deny him what he so desperately wanted when he promised to help?
He kissed Zetsu back fervently, backing him up to the couch. The camera was cast aside, albeit carefully so they wouldn't have to replace it again.
It wasn't long before clothes were being discarded and bruises were blossoming along the white side of Zetsu's neck, a few pricks adorning the mans skin from the many piercings that adorned Peins body, Zetsu's own straying a little too close to the sarp metal....
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As the morning came, Zetu noticed that Pein must have relocated the both of them to his bedroom, the covers soft, the pillows plush, and Pein's deliciously warm body heat soaking through Zetsu's own skin at their close contact. The piercing filled man had managed to arrange their bodies in a way that Zetsu felt no discomfort from the forboding metal, not that anything last night had particularly bothered him.
Madara's face fleeted briefly across his memory and his golden eyes shut out of sheer pain in the memories. He wondered if they would ever be just that - only memories. Only time would tell.
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a/n. HUR FAILURE. COMPLETE FUCKING FAILURE.
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I'm sorry it wasn't longer. About the time it was getting to the sensual stuff something really depressed me and I didn't have the livelihood in me to make it sweet and sensual and all that jazz. I fail at ever existing, me thinks.