Zene Oneshots

Taken (Part 2)

The sky was darkened as the moon lurked above the land, thunderous grey clouds giving ominous warnings as they filled in the starry sky. A thin downpour of rain was battering down into the streets, creating small puddles of rainwater that would seem into your shoes and make your socks wet.

The streetlights flickered as Gene walked down the sidewalk, that same rainwater making his socks uncomfortable to wear as the woolen fabric for soaked. He was wearing a black hoodie over his comfortable clothes, this one being splattered with tye dye colors of neon levels.

He pulled out his phone as it buzzed in his pocket, checking the caller ID before answering. He slipped it in through his hood as he answered the call.

"Hello?" He asked, his voice echoing in the empty streets.

"Hello, PDH v.1." A dark, menacing voice greeted from the other end. "It seems like your Zane is getting to know everyone fine. He does his chores very well."

"Is he? That's good to hear." He replied, subconsciously walking faster. "I was getting annoyed with that."

"So obedient, honest, and adorable." He chuckled, growling at the end. "He's totally my type."

"Don't you dare even lay a finger on him, you sick bastard!" He yelled, breaking into a run.

"Oh? Someone is a little feisty.." He laughed. "Were you planning on getting him in bed tonight? You're a little late."

"You listen here, MCD! My Zane is not yours to toy with, and if you lay even a finger on him, you will pay!" Gene threatened, hissing.

"Just remember who got you him in the first place when it comes to the time." MCD snarled through the phone. "It would be such a shame if your brother got in Zenix's hands... wouldn't it?"

"THAT'S IT!"

Gene hung up the phone and picked uo his speed, desperate to make it back before it was too late. He would need to message his newer, updated version who had graduated. He was there, with the others. He could protect Zane. He would never agree to letting Zane be used like that... right?

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He threw open the door with a loud bang, startling some of his "twins" and some variants of Zane.

He immediately noticed that his Zane and PDH Gene v.2 were no where to be seen. He sincerely hoped nothing bad had happened to them. He saw the adult from Love~Love Paradise sitting on one of the couches, with a Zane wearing pink swim trunks next to him.

"Where's the other PDH Gene?" He demanded, looking at them with daggers in his eyes.

"In your room..." He answered with a yawn, running his fingers through Zane's hair. "MCD was looking for you, by the way."

"I wouldn't keep any of those versions of Zane out of sight around him." He warned, before running off.

The others stared after him in shocked silence as he ran down the hall, towards the black door with red stained glass in the window. He threw that door open too, and saw MCD sitting on a large, royalty styled black chair with crimson red cushions. His legs were folded over each other, with his fingers interlocked and on his knee. He stared at him with great interest, blinking slowly.

"Where is he!?" He demanded, scrowling when MCD laughed in a mocking tone.

"Where is he?" MCD!Gene repeated, glaring harshly. "You're already too late."

"W.. What..?" He stuttered, eyes widening.

"Go check the bathroom." He said, the tone far more menacing than necessary.

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As PDH!Gene ran out, MCD stared after him. He knew what he woukd find in the bathroom, and it wouldn't be pretty.

You see, MCD!Gene really did live and care for his Zane, but he was also quite the masochist. He craved the suffering of others and the sweetness of pain, hopes and dreams breaking into remants and scraps of themselves. Families being torn apart by force and bargaining, captivating hearts of married souls and dating souls. An illegal, sinful deal between him and his inner demon.

"Gene, what was that about?"

He looked over his shoulder, seeing his beloved Zane approaching him. The raven haired gothic priest was wearing his traditional black and white robes with a cross, not wearing his hood over his head. Gene loved it when he wore the hood. It made him look cuter than he already did. He frowned when he saw that the cloth covered up his neck and shoulders, both places Gene would usually leave hickeys during their alone time. It put him on edge to not be able to see his territorial markings.

"You need to stop hiding my love bites." Gene told him, patting his lap. "You know I get more protective when people can't see them."

zane didn't even glance at Gene's lap, the place he had patted, inviting him to sit down with him. Instead, he leaned against the wall, watching his keeper with slight malice in his one available eye. He had hated Gene since he first got taken to this locked up, underground hellhole. All the variants and versions of Zane despised their captors. They even had plans of rebellion against them.

"Come on, just let me see." Gene poked, patting his lap again.

"You instruct me, very savagely and accordingly, to remoce my clothes on account nearly every night when you reach your edge." Zane pointed out, using fancy words, or trying to. "You will se your precious marks again soon, surely."

"Don't test my patience with you." He hissed, glaring as he stood up. "Your Shadow Knight form is definitely more agreeable."

"You molded his mentality to think of sexual actions and lustful fantasies as food and water." He replied, smiling innocently. "It's only a fueled and forced reaction for that part of me."

Gene laughed and picked him up in one swift movement, holding him bridal style in his arms. Zane hated being treated like this. Stripped of his pride and confidence as both a priest and a male, reduced to the "weaker" and "submissive" persona of a female. Not that there was anything wrong with women, of course, but he would be much happier if he was properly treated according to his gender.

He let these thoughts entice his mind as Gene carried him over to his bed, placing Zane down on the red comforter blanket gently, giving him that same smile of sweetness whenever he would torture him. It was a brutal thing, this "relationship" of theirs, but it would all be over soon.

Zane just knew it.

And so did the others.