Zene Oneshots

"ZANE RO'MEAVE!"

It had been another long, tiring day of school.

Zane swore that if the rest of the school year was like that everyday, he would either have a head of gray hair, or he would only be seeing his family in the mental asylum. Or would he go to a mental hospital? He wasn't sure.

But, walking to today's hangout for the Shadow Knights after school, he would be kind of okay with the second result. Both of his brothers were annoying, and he never saw his parents much anyway. Besides, he wouldn't have to go to school anymore. Did they serve cupcakes in those mental facilities?

He perked up a bit as he saw Zenix and Sasha, in the alleyway behind the coffee shop. They always picked the alleyways behind buildings or places that gave them some space and privacy. It was how they liked to be, alone and not bothered. They were always spray painting their logo in public places, although it was usually Zenix, because he could do it both the fastest and bestest, especially when doing a good job in a hurry. Gene's was good, Sasha's was okay, a bit messy, but Zane's... Irene, you should have seen how pissed off Gene looked when he had to watch him scrub the disaster off the walls. Yeah... Zane was not the best at tagging places.

"Oh, how's this little Shadow Knight doing?" Zenix teased, blowing a smoke ring from his cigarette. "Bring us any newbies?"

"No," Zane answered slowly, his gaze going between him and Sasha. "Was I supposed to?"

"It could put your ass to good use." He joked, dropping his cigarette as he was slapped upside the head. "HEY! What was that for!?"

"Zane's ass is useful for a lot of things." Gene defended, linking his arm around Zane's waist.

"Like what? Being tempting?" He demanded with a sneer, his pointed teeth flashing.

"That, and for a lot of other things." He answered, shrugging.

"Care to inform me?" Zenix asked with a huff, trying to light another cigarette.

"Nah," Gene said with a smirk, looking down at Zane. "Zane's ass is reserved just for me. Right, ZuZu?"

Zane blushed, his face going from snow to blood in just seconds. It was really no secret in their small group that Zane let Gene do certain... "things"... to his body. He didn't mind, though. He always enjoyed it. He was what Zenix called a "friend with benefits". He had asked Garroth about them once, and it actually ended with a bit of embarrassment for his older brother.

"Garroth, what are friends with benefits?" Zane asked suddenly, looking up from his book.

"Er... why do you want to know?" Garroth asked cautiously, lightly elbowing his best friend Laurance.

"People in school keep talking about them." He responded, noticing just where his brother had touched Laurance.

"Well, they're friends who do certain things with each other." He explained, pulling Laurance into his lap. "Mostly for pleasure. Think of girlfriends or boyfriends."

"So like you two?" Zane asked with a cocky grin, watching in amusement as the two turned into tomatoes.

Ah, what a fun day that had been. Even though Garroth had said they were like girlfriends or boyfriends, he and Gene weren't dating. Or, at least, he didn't think they were. But he could never be sure with Gene. One day he would be grinding against Zane in the alleyways, then the next he would be hogging Zane's time all day at Hot Topic. On days like Friday he would do both.

"Anyway, Zane, I'll take your bag." Gene said suddenly, slipping the bag off his shoulders and arms. "You go sit down."

Zane nodded, trying to calm down his blush. In all honesty, he was more in love with this side of Gene than the other one. He liked it more when Gene actually cared about him, rather than be constantly grabbing his butt.