The Master [MxMxM+]

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Zel tightened his fingers at the hem of his shirt as he thought of what to do. He sunk his teeth into his lower lip harder the more he got lost in thought. Old habits died hard.

He couldn't bear it. Only the thought of it threatened to make him sick. He finally left his room to get to Pierre's.

"Hey Pierre," he spoke softly but audibly. "Could you please open the door?"

At first there was no answer and Zel thought he might have to try again. He'd try as many times as Pierre wanted.

He paused when he heard a movement, and then Pierre spoke. "You're not here to talk about that are you?"

"I..." Zel tried for an answer but was at a loss for words.

He'd come to the realization that Pierre wasn't actually eating anything. Not like he should have been.

He'd only realized it but it could have been going on for longer than he knew. When he tried to talk to Pierre, this was what happened. It sucked.

When he thought of it, there was only one explanation; Pierre never really got over what Linder had told him, even if they all knew by now that none of it was true.

Maybe he'd pretended to be okay, but this was proof he wasn't. Proof that it affected him more than he let on.

Zel's chest hurt. Everything did. He was in love with Pierre, he loved him with all his heart, so something like this threatened to break it into two.

"Just give me some time mon cherie," replied Pierre from the other side of the door. He didn't sound truthful to him.

Zel pursed his lips and looked up to blink a few tears away. He then looked back down and shook his head. "That's not fair... you can't call me that, then ask me such a thing."

The other side was quiet.

"Pierre please..." said Zel.

He'd run his fingers through his hair so much he didn't notice the band had come off. He'd hair had grown a little longer than it used to be, it danced a little below his waist when he moved according to how frustrated he felt.

"I– I can't," came the reply.

Zel's fingers ran through his hair as he turned from the door. He was under a lot of stress.

He saw Riley approach and breathed easier. The look on his face was a question.

Zel shook his head and Riley went to the door.

The blond haired man's face etched worry all over it. He still couldn't bring himself to turn around.

"Pierre..." he heard Riley speak behind him in a soothing voice.

The rest of what he said faded in the background as Zel found his way back to his room. He just couldn't do as Pierre asked.

He picked up the phone on his bed and called the only solution he could think of.

༻༺

The Master's meeting would start immediately he landed. He'd be there for three days and then he'd fly back to resume his life.