Zene Oneshots

A Meif'wa In Heat (Lemon)

"Go away, Zane."

Zane whimpered as Gene said his name so bitterly, his Meif'wa ears tilting down. The two of them had never gotten along, but Zane still wanted to be friends with the Incubus. Gene was just so cool, skipping class and spray painting things against the law. Not only that, but he was adored by nearly everyone. All the girls would become enchanted by his gaze, and the boys would either hide their faces in disappointment or give him the middle finger. Oh, how Zane wanted to be noticed by someone. How he wanted to be loved.

"B-But..." Zane started with a whimper, yelping as Gene turned around to face him.

"Would you just scram?" Gene hissed, his tail lashing as he pushed the emo away. "Beat it. No one here wants to see you."

"Gene~senpai, please let me join the Shadow Knights!" He pleaded again, even if he knew it was hopeless.

"I already said no over a thousand times." He yawned, rolling his eyes. "And that's my final answer."

"Please! I'll do anything!!" He continued to beg, grabbing Gene's arm.

"Hm.... anything?" He asked with a grin, raising his eyebrow.

"Anything." He repeated with a nod.

Gene took a moment to consider this. He could say that he would let Zane join, and then go back on his word. Zane would do anything to join the Shadow Knights, and even then he wouldn't stop his pestering. Zane would never be content with anything he had, but.... Gene could smell him. Zane was in heat, and judging from the strong scent he radiated, it was his first time being in heat.

Gene could use that to his advantage.

"Alright, kitty... Hold onto me, now." Gene chuckled darkly, hugging Zane close to him.

In an instant the two of them had disappeared, and reappeared in Gene's bedroom. His mother was at work in her gardening shop, and Dante was at the high school. He couldn't say anything about his father, though, because he was an Incubus like him.

He dropped Zane onto his bed, snickering as Zane whimpered. Thhe raven haired Meif'wa was sitting on the edge of the foot of his bed, looking up at him in slight fear. Gene ran his fingers through the raven locks of hair, using his telekinesis ability to bring his laptop over. This was not the laptop all students were required to have for school, as those belonged to that hell and all activity was monitored. Apart from that piece of garbage (seriously, the Chromebooks my school gave out are absolute shit), Gene had two laptops. One was for normal everyday things like computer games, and the other was for more personal matters.

Gene sat at the head of the bed, signaling for Zane to lay next to him. Zane did so in a shy manner, blushing a light pink as Gene went onto something called Lusthub, or something.

"Do you like porn?" Gene asked suddenly, not even meeting Zane's confused stare.

"I-I don't know what that is..." Zane admitted, embarrassed, but only because he had thought it was a popular trend among teenagers this week.

You see, Zane never really was good at keeping up with the popular trends of his own age-group. When he had started to play with slime and fidget spinners, the Floss and Fortnite were the new trends of the school. He could've sworn that the trends changed every week.

Gene finally gave him a look, this one full of strange curiosity. He didn't turn his head to give him the look, but hw dud glance at him from the side. It was when he gave that toothy, smug smirk to him that Zane started having second thoughts about his safety.

"Well, if it gets too hot for you, just take off your clothes." He said with a straight face, sounding bored and uninterested in Zane.

"Why would I do that!?" Zane demanded with a furious blush of red, backing away from the older.