Five Things That Never Happened To Zeke
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,819
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Five Things That Never Happened To Zeke
Five Things That Never Happened To Zeke
1.
The knife slipped out of Zeke’s suddenly nerveless fingers and dropped into the small puddle of blood that had collected underneath the young man’s outstretched arm. His pale arms were a mess of red wounds that looked like hungry, gaping mouths and blood trickled down to bloody his trembling fingers. Spots popped up in Zeke’s field of vision and he stared blankly down at his bloody ands and his slit wrists.
Yuki was leaving him, leaving him for a younger man with no skill, no history, and no poise. After everything that Zeke had done for Yuki...after everything that Zeke had given Yuki in their fifteen year long marriage, the lure of a tighter ass and a hotter mouth had stolen Zeke’s husband out of their marriage bed.
As the blood loss darkened Zeke’s eyes and made the room flicker in and out of focus, the young man let out a soft sob as he regretted not being good enough for the one person that he had truly loved.
2.
“Carance found my stash,” Zeke whined at Zero, winding his slender body around the older man’s more muscular one and brushing a soft kiss over his Adam’s apple. “He got rid of everything and he wouldn’t even let me keep one of the Bliss tablets to ease the pain...”
He was speaking almost too fast for Zero to understand, his words slurred as the pain of withdrawal got to him. “I just want a hit of Leech,” he cajoled, stroking the tips of his trembling fingers down Zero’s side until they dipped underneath the baggy waistband of his pants.
“I’ll do anything for it. I don’t care how disgusting it is: I’ll even do that thing that you wanted me to do with you and Mickey. Please, don’t just leave me like this...”
3.
“Are you proud of me Yuki?” Zeke whispered faintly, his voice rough from screaming and crying out nonstop through nine hours of labor. His blue eyes were rimmed with red and the tip of his nose was swollen and slightly pink from all of his crying. “We have a daughter Yuki. She’s so perfect...just like you.”
Yuki stared at Zeke’s smaller form, still in shock that his boyfriend had just given birth. His shocked gaze then fell on the tiny form of his daughter- their daughter. The newborn infant was wrapped up tightly in a pink and black blanket and as Yuki stared disbelievingly at the little blonde haired angel, she opened her eyes and blinked up at her father with eyes the color of the sky outside.
“What are you going to name her?” Yuki asked softly, his voice a whisper as he tried not to wake up the baby. Zeke’s answering smile was slightly dazed and the younger man brushed his fingers over his baby’s thin blond curls.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to name her Coco,” Zeke whispered. “Because she’s here in this universe and I never thought that she would be.”
4.
Kaname’s dark brown eyes were cool as the older woman stared at Zeke. She was pretty enough to make Zeke think twice about sticking her in the “One-Night-Stand” box but the look in her eyes was beginning to creep Zeke out.
“So what’s up?” Zeke asked, lifting his cup of iced coffee to his lips and taking a large sip, being careful as not to smear his lip-gloss. “I haven’t heard from you in ages so imagine my surprise when picked up the phone only to hear your lovely voice on the other end...”
Zeke smile was wholly lascivious and he licked his lips slowly in a deliberate move that was calculated to inflame passions while not messing up his carefully applied makeup. Kaname didn’t buy it for a second and she glared at Zeke before taking a hearty swig from her own cup of coffee.
“I’m pregnant,” Kaname bit out through clenched teeth, glaring at Zeke as if it was his fault, and Zeke bit back an amused smile when he realized that it probably was. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked her, guessing from the way that the older brunette narrowed her eyes at him, that he hadn’t been entirely successful in hiding his smile. “I doubt that you’d accept any help from me...”
Kaname sneered at Zeke and for a second, all of his blood ran cold. “Not true,” Kaname murmured in a husky tone. “You can help pay for the abortion.”
5.
“It’s not like you’re really my father,” Yuushi purred, his voice low with desire as he pressed Zeke back into one of the counters that lined the walls of the older man’s restaurant quality kitchen. “After all, Aizen raised me and taught me to think of him as my father...”
He paused at steal a kiss from Zeke’s parted pink lips and when he pulled away, the look in his eyes was smug and his dark blue eyes were filled with satisfaction. “You taste so sweet,” Yuushi marveled, settling his large hands on the ample curves of Zeke’s wide hips. “Nothing like that bastard that’s for sure.”
He kissed Zeke again, bowing his birth father back against the counter until it became almost too painful for him and he shoved weakly at Yuushi's broad chest. Zeke broke the kiss this time, fighting against his instincts until he could think beyond the haze of submission that threatened to sweep his mind away. “I don’t care if the fucking pope raised you,” Zeke snarled, fury lighting up his bright eyes even further. “I’m your father and there’s no way in hell that I’d ever fuck you!”
Yuushi smirked down at his father, not at all deterred by the venom that he heard in the older man’s voice, and he licked his lips. “Say what you like,” Yuushi purred malevolently, stroking his fingers up and down Zeke’s sides. “One way or another, I will have you in my bed.”
1.
The knife slipped out of Zeke’s suddenly nerveless fingers and dropped into the small puddle of blood that had collected underneath the young man’s outstretched arm. His pale arms were a mess of red wounds that looked like hungry, gaping mouths and blood trickled down to bloody his trembling fingers. Spots popped up in Zeke’s field of vision and he stared blankly down at his bloody ands and his slit wrists.
Yuki was leaving him, leaving him for a younger man with no skill, no history, and no poise. After everything that Zeke had done for Yuki...after everything that Zeke had given Yuki in their fifteen year long marriage, the lure of a tighter ass and a hotter mouth had stolen Zeke’s husband out of their marriage bed.
As the blood loss darkened Zeke’s eyes and made the room flicker in and out of focus, the young man let out a soft sob as he regretted not being good enough for the one person that he had truly loved.
2.
“Carance found my stash,” Zeke whined at Zero, winding his slender body around the older man’s more muscular one and brushing a soft kiss over his Adam’s apple. “He got rid of everything and he wouldn’t even let me keep one of the Bliss tablets to ease the pain...”
He was speaking almost too fast for Zero to understand, his words slurred as the pain of withdrawal got to him. “I just want a hit of Leech,” he cajoled, stroking the tips of his trembling fingers down Zero’s side until they dipped underneath the baggy waistband of his pants.
“I’ll do anything for it. I don’t care how disgusting it is: I’ll even do that thing that you wanted me to do with you and Mickey. Please, don’t just leave me like this...”
3.
“Are you proud of me Yuki?” Zeke whispered faintly, his voice rough from screaming and crying out nonstop through nine hours of labor. His blue eyes were rimmed with red and the tip of his nose was swollen and slightly pink from all of his crying. “We have a daughter Yuki. She’s so perfect...just like you.”
Yuki stared at Zeke’s smaller form, still in shock that his boyfriend had just given birth. His shocked gaze then fell on the tiny form of his daughter- their daughter. The newborn infant was wrapped up tightly in a pink and black blanket and as Yuki stared disbelievingly at the little blonde haired angel, she opened her eyes and blinked up at her father with eyes the color of the sky outside.
“What are you going to name her?” Yuki asked softly, his voice a whisper as he tried not to wake up the baby. Zeke’s answering smile was slightly dazed and the younger man brushed his fingers over his baby’s thin blond curls.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to name her Coco,” Zeke whispered. “Because she’s here in this universe and I never thought that she would be.”
4.
Kaname’s dark brown eyes were cool as the older woman stared at Zeke. She was pretty enough to make Zeke think twice about sticking her in the “One-Night-Stand” box but the look in her eyes was beginning to creep Zeke out.
“So what’s up?” Zeke asked, lifting his cup of iced coffee to his lips and taking a large sip, being careful as not to smear his lip-gloss. “I haven’t heard from you in ages so imagine my surprise when picked up the phone only to hear your lovely voice on the other end...”
Zeke smile was wholly lascivious and he licked his lips slowly in a deliberate move that was calculated to inflame passions while not messing up his carefully applied makeup. Kaname didn’t buy it for a second and she glared at Zeke before taking a hearty swig from her own cup of coffee.
“I’m pregnant,” Kaname bit out through clenched teeth, glaring at Zeke as if it was his fault, and Zeke bit back an amused smile when he realized that it probably was. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked her, guessing from the way that the older brunette narrowed her eyes at him, that he hadn’t been entirely successful in hiding his smile. “I doubt that you’d accept any help from me...”
Kaname sneered at Zeke and for a second, all of his blood ran cold. “Not true,” Kaname murmured in a husky tone. “You can help pay for the abortion.”
5.
“It’s not like you’re really my father,” Yuushi purred, his voice low with desire as he pressed Zeke back into one of the counters that lined the walls of the older man’s restaurant quality kitchen. “After all, Aizen raised me and taught me to think of him as my father...”
He paused at steal a kiss from Zeke’s parted pink lips and when he pulled away, the look in his eyes was smug and his dark blue eyes were filled with satisfaction. “You taste so sweet,” Yuushi marveled, settling his large hands on the ample curves of Zeke’s wide hips. “Nothing like that bastard that’s for sure.”
He kissed Zeke again, bowing his birth father back against the counter until it became almost too painful for him and he shoved weakly at Yuushi's broad chest. Zeke broke the kiss this time, fighting against his instincts until he could think beyond the haze of submission that threatened to sweep his mind away. “I don’t care if the fucking pope raised you,” Zeke snarled, fury lighting up his bright eyes even further. “I’m your father and there’s no way in hell that I’d ever fuck you!”
Yuushi smirked down at his father, not at all deterred by the venom that he heard in the older man’s voice, and he licked his lips. “Say what you like,” Yuushi purred malevolently, stroking his fingers up and down Zeke’s sides. “One way or another, I will have you in my bed.”