'Just A Smoke'-{Gene X Zane}-(MCD) ~ [Restaurant AU!]

'Just A Smoke'-{Zane X Gene}-(MCD) ~ [Restaurant AU!] Part-01/?

*This is all such a trap, please spare me..
//Author's notes at the end!//

A puff of smoke left Zane's mouth, his finger dabbing some of the leftover ash to the ground as he then took another puff of the cancer stick. It was his break right now, and he wouldn't spend it any other way than just smoking in the back alley. No one never really knew the dark-haired male smoked regularly, he would always do it in private or just never mention it. Yes, he knew it was bad but it wasn't like he could watch cartoon horses at his work.

Zane quietly hummed as the raindrops peppered the already wet concrete, his eyes growing half-lidded as he tilted his head up to the sky and let out another puff of the grey smoke. This was also the time he didn't have to smile or pull back his fringe or anything. He could easily just be himself without having to strain to be someone else. His pale lips hugged onto the cigarette once more, him hoping he could at least finish the stick before break and without any distraction. But just as soon as he thought about possible distractions, the recognizable gang leader, Gene, quietly came into sight as he walked down the alley. Gene would usually come to meet Zane during his break so he could 'chat' with him even though Zane didn't want to be part of the guy. And yet, he still continued to see him during his break.

"There he is." Gene grinned at Zane, his cyan eyes looking into a nice pair of ice blues. He was always fully aware that Zane hated him, it was only obvious after all. He bullied him back in school and shrugged off any platonic or romantic feelings he had for him. That, of course, was going to leave some scars.

"Yeah.." Zane mumbled in response, his attitude already seeming un-wanting and cold. He really did hate this guy, his teasing grin and all. He just..really disliked him. But even if he showed Gene the cold shoulder the guy would still give him his full attention.

"Come on, you don't always have to be like that. I am talking to you too, that's what you want, right~~?" Gene purred, the side of his body leaning against the wall Zane had his back to. "You've always wanted to have a nice conversation with me.." He mumbled under his breath, his face leaning closer to Zane's. The jet haired male dropped his cigarette to the ground, his nice dress shoes stomping out the cancer stick with a sigh.

"That was what I wanted, but I have bigger aims right now. Much bigger aims.." Zane scoffed, pulling his mask back over his mouth. He really didn't need Gene to ruin the vibe he had, and yet he still talked to him? Gene was a attractive man in Zane's eyes, every thing about him just made him shiver. The tone of voice he used on him, the way he would always eye-up his body, how his lips would always form into a intimidating grin once he saw him. Everything just screamed for Zane to come back to Gene, to give in to his seducing antics. But Zane knew his tricks, how he would easily just toss him to the curb when he wanted to.

"You can't just take a second out of your break to..have a chat with me..?" Gene frowned a bit, already getting a tad annoyed with Zane's resilience.  Zane rarely ever annoyed him since he was always able to get his way with the male. But today he seemed a bit more defensive, maybe even offensive?

"I'm over my break time already." Zane retorted, silently glaring at the persistent man. He really had to head back inside. But Gene wasn't going to let go of Zane that easily. Gene shifted his body off of the wall, his chest dangerously close to Zane's. Zane winced at the closeness, his teeth clenching as well as his fists. He was one step away from just slugging Gene right in the jaw, even if it was going to get him beat up.

"I'm not used to this defiance, Zane. Is something wrong?" Gene asked sweetly, his eyes holding a hidden mischief. He definitely had something up his sleeve, or not. It was really hard to tell with this guy. Gene's hand snuck to the mask that dawned Zane's face, his index finger tugging it down to reveal his pale cheeks and then his pursed lips. Zane wasn't even sure how to respond, he just felt so frozen with the question. He couldn't explain it..