A/N: LA GASP! I'm back! And I finally have an update for you all. So sorry for keeping you all waiting. I... uh, took a longer break than I thought I would, eh heh... Thank you all for waiting, and enjoy this next chapter!

Kiyo was annoyed. In fact, that was an understatement. Kiyo was very annoyed. Firstly, it was the fact that he'd decided to waste his precious studying time on this Site of Horrors. Secondly, one of the few stories that was actually good was maybe only a mere one hundred words long. And lastly, there were currently some uninvited people coming up the stairs and making their way to his room when it was already bloody crowded enough!

"Who is it now?" He snapped, whipping the chair he was on around angrily to face the door. He regretted speaking those words in such a harsh tone, however, when the two mystery guests appeared in the doorway.

"Why Kiyo," said the one person, a paler version of Zatch, flashing Kiyo a grin that would make the toughest man shudder. "Is that anyway to talk to someone who is practically... family?"

The boy then let loose an ear-splitting, terrifying, maniacal laugh. A laugh that you would expect to hear from a psychopathic small child who had just finished killing his parents with the large cleaver mommy had prevously told him not to touch.

"Zeno!" Zatch hissed, while Kiyo made a mad grab for Zatch's spellbook. The duo, however, came ready. With a simple snap of his fingers, Zeno had his bookkeeper, Dufort, pull his own spellbook from out of his jacket.

"I would be more careful, brother," Zeno stated coldly, his grin fading into more of an unamused frown. "With a simple raise of my hand I could kill everyone in this room in seconds."

By now, every mamodo and bookkeeper (besides Kanchome, who could only grunt and rock the chair he was tied to) had the duo surrounded. Zeno looked around at them boredly, sighed, and simply made his way passed the shocked group and over to Kiyo.

"You're not giving me a chance to explain," he hissed, causing Kiyo to recoil back a bit.

"What do you want?" Kiyo whispered, glaring into the child's hard, grey eyes.

"Simple," Zeno replied, laughing ironically. "I just want to see these fanfictions."

Everyone paused, frozen in shock. It seemed like, for a good five minutes, the whole world went totally silent. There was not even a chirp of a bird to break that silence. It was Kiyo who finally broke the awkwardness with two simple words.

"You... what?" he spat, staring at the child, then at Dufort with complete disbelief. Zeno rolled his eyes.

"You heard me. I. Want. To. Read. Fanfiction. Must I spell it out for all you stupid imbeciles?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got that," Kiyo said quickly, waving his hand irritatedly in the boy's face. "But how did you know about this?"

Zeno grinned. "I have my ways."

"That really doesn't answer my question," Kiyo grumbled, narrowing his eyes.

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Back at ZBATFA Head Quarters (yes, I now have an HQ in my dream world)...

Cutelilteen paces back and forth repeatedly in her large, well-secured titanium room, clutching Muttsy in her right hand while chewing on her nails on the other hand. Printers run wild, spitting out as many requests and comments from fans as they can. Workers run around wildly, trying to collect as many papers as they can from those ever-running printers.

"Miss Cutelilteen," one of the employees says, trying to balance a stack of papers in his arms. "There have been an awful lot of people requesting that you add Zeno and Dufort into the batch. And for a good reason to. They want you to make them read a certain kind of fanfiction containing Zeno and Zatch doing... well, you better read this."

He hands her a piece of paper, which she takes gently with her nail-bitten left hand and skims through.

"My God!" she exclaims, dropping the paper and recoiling back in horror and disgust. "They want me to make them do WHAT? That's... that's... digusting!"

"Well, ma'am," says another employee from the back, currently trying to turn off one of the printers with one hand while refilling another with paper with the other hand. "You were able to have them read about Kanchome and Folgore having a sexual relationship, and a lesbian orgy containing Li-En, Megumi, and Suzy, and must I mention-"

"Yes, yes, you're right," Cutelilteen interrupts, bending down to pick the paper up. She reads through it once more and sighs. "Well if it will make the fans happy... this room is Yaoi Paddle proof... right?"

Employee #1 rolls his eyes. This wasn't the first time he'd heard that question. "I'm not getting payed enough to deal with this weeaboo airhead"

"Yes, Miss C., the room is made entirely out of titanium, the type of metal used in aerospace. No half-crazed fanboy or fangirl with deformed Cricket paddles will ever be able to get through."

"Oh... good," she mutters, her eye twitching unusually. Employee #1 groans in exasperation.

"Miss C.," he sighs, slowly raising his hand towards his temple. "Did you remember to take your pills today?"

"Yes," she grumbles, pouting like a small child. "The voices made me."

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Zeno frowned and pushed Kiyo out of the way in order to get a better look at the computer screen.

"Dufort, come here," he said quietly, beckoning his reader over. The man silently obeyed, walking over and taking a seat by the computer. Zeno then turned to the group "All of you, sit down," he commanded. The group obeyed, still too shocked to actually do anything that was in the least bit construtive or helpful. Zeno smirked, pleased that he could still control people ever so easily even when he wasn't battling.

"What is he doing?" Zatch whispered to Kiyo, making sure he was extra quiet so his "dear" brother didn't hear. Kiyo replied with a shrug.

"Dufort will be reading to all of you from now on," Zeno informed the group. "And I don't want to be hearing any complaints, is that clear?"

"What?" Zatch and Kiyo both said in chorus. Dufort was a man of very few words, and actually hearing him speak more then a couple of words was just a little... too weird. Hey, not to say he was a total mute, he just... didn't have a lot to say. That didn't seem to be a problem to either Zeno or Dufort, as Dufort was already scanning through the fanfictions.

"So you're really here... to read?" Kiyo uttered the words with reluctance, still not completely sure if he should believe him or not. Again, Zeno ignored the comment, instead watching his reader intensely. Dufort had found something. Slowly, the man opened his mouth to speak...

My Brother, My Love

By XXXDarkKissesintheNightXXX

Summary: The Mamodo battle is over. Zeno and Zatch have settled their differences and have become rather close. But how close is that...?

A small spasm from Zeno's throat interupted Dufort's reading. The summary was that sickening.

"Ugh... so this is what you weaklings have been exposed to."

"Weakling..." growled Brago, cletching his fists and standing up, only to be pulled back down by Sherry. Zeno ignored that.

Zatch tossed and turned in his bed. He moaned, disturbed by his dreams. Dreams of the events that happened so long ago. Even though he was sixteen, and the mamodo battled had ended years ago, the memories still haunted his dreams almost every night.

"N... no..." he moaned, tugging his covers closer to his face.-

Zeno snickered.

Azure tears began to stream down his tightly closed eyes. The dreams... the memories... No... No!... Kiyo... I... I...-

"The use of all these pauses are giving me a headache," groaned Folgore, clutching his spinning head.

I... No!... Please...

"Zatch!" a harsh voice awoke the boy from the nightmare. Zatch started and looked up. There standing there was his twin brother, topless. The moonlight from the window shone on his naked grey skin, showing up every detail of his young but masculine body.-

"Excuse me, what?" Zeno interrupted, coughing. "And why exactly are we focusing on those tiny details?"

"Zeno..." Zatch sighed, looking up into his twin's dark, lustful eyes. "I... was having a bad dream. I apologize for waking you."

"No Zatch... it's fine," muttered Zeno, taking at seat on the edge on the bed near his brother and touching his hand. "What seems to be causing such horrible dreams for you?"

Zatch shook his head, embarrassment heating his face. "It's nothing."

"Now brother," said Zeno sternly, smirking mischievously and moving his hand on Zatch's thigh, squeezing it slightly.

"Wait, what?" Zeno burst out, circling his blushing book-keeper's chair. "I may be young, but I'm am old enough to realize when something is something is very wrong. In this case, it is that story."

"Kiyo," Zatch whimpered, tugging the boy's shirt. "Why is Zeno touching me like that?"

"Oh my God..." moaned Kiyo, cupping his face in his hands, absolutely mortified.

"You know you can tell me anything." Zeno then moved his hand down even more, causing Zatch to turn the deepest color of red.

The twin boys gaped at the screen, speechless.

"Z...Zeno..." Zatch moaned, half with embarrassment, half with pleasure.

"Oh God... Oh my God!" sobbed Megumi, trying desperately not to imagine what was about to come next.

"Dear God, cover your ears Kido," Dr. Riddles hissed in horror, covering the surprised child's ears. The children, although realizing something was terribly wrong with the fanfiction, still hadn't have seemed to entirely catch on to what was happening. Lucky for them, because if Zeno had figured it out, they may have all be dead by then.

"Tell me..." Zeno whispered seductively, slowly lying down beside his brother. Zatch could feel his body getting hotter and hotter.

"The... battles," Zatch whispered. "Mamado battles... so many were hurt... so many..."

"Oh Zatch," Zeno breathed, moving his face closer to his brother's. "That's what has been bothering you?"

Zatch blushed. Zeno grinned.

"My brother, you don't have to be scared anymore, you have me now."

Zeno pulled the covers over himself, pressing himself against his quivering twin.

"I know what will make you feel better," Zeno whispered, unzipping his brother's pants and reaching his hand down in them. The lust in his face was becoming more obvious with every second.

"Z...Zeno..." Zatch moaned, pulling away slightly.

"Don't resist, my brother," Zeno pulled down his pants, Pressing himself against his brother even harder as he pulled down Zatch's unde-

"Oh God! Oh God! Please stop! Please..." Kiyo whimpered, sobbing into his hands like a frightened young child. "No more... no more. Please, I can understand brotherly love, but this..."

"K-Kiyo," Zatch stuttered, too young to understand what was really going on in the fanfiction, but old enough to realize something was truely wrong with it. "What do you mean? What's wrong?"

"Zatch... no... please... don't make me explain it... please..."

Zeno and Dufort blinked. Dufort chewed on his lip nervously. He slowly slipped out of the chair and pushed it towards Zeno, backing away into a wall.

"Yes... well..." muttered Zeno, taking the mouse carefully in his hand. He, thankfully, still hadn't completely caught on. "I honestly don't know what these, how do you say, "fangirls" think our relationship is, but let us see what other things these unusual people have come up with.

"Noooooooooooooo!..." the group cried, making sure the "no" was extra long and drawn-out for dramatic effect. It was too late though, Zeno was already back on the main page

Ideas for chapters are welcome. I may end this soon, but we'll see. This is the last pairing chapter I will do.