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The Gift is in the Giving	By : ZoeyLeigh Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 2362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warning: Bad language and some light S & M if you can call it that

Pairing: Zane/Gregory

Notes: Just to make it clear this takes place between Blue Moon and Narcissus in Chains while Anita is mostly absent and away from both the pack and pard. Also since a bunch of you seemed to be slightly confused with the key thing I’ll give you a quick run down. The Palace is an original fiction thing. The keys are part of a writing game. You write a story involving whatever key you get. If in the story your main character gets say the Feather Key, he/she has a key that opens the Feather Key’s door in the palace. The actual ‘Feather Key’ is a slave. Which is inside the room. Hence the prologue was about the ‘Feather Key’. And the first chapter was about Gregory receiving the key to open the Feather Key’s door. I hope that didn’t just confuse people more and actually helped you understand what’s what.
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Gregory slammed the door to his temporary bedroom with a bang. Huffing softly he flung himself onto the bed and lay there, face pressed into the covers. ~Maybe if I smother myself I'll feel better. Or just not feel anything. Yeah...that might work.~

He stiffened moments later when the door creaked open behind him. He lifted his head slightly from the comforter. Just enough so Zane couldn't claim to not understand him.

"I don't feel like being cheered up. Go away."

"Sorry. No can do. Did I really just say that? Anyway it's your birthday and it's like illegal for the birthday boy...or girl, to be sad. So it's my duty to cheer you up."

"Dun want you to." And Gregory dropped his head and went back to smothering himself.

"Guess I don't even have to ask if you want to do this the easy way or the hard way huh?"

Groaning softly as he felt the bed dip and Zane's scent get that much closer. ~Doesn't *anyone* care about what I want? Oh sure it's your birthday; we'll do what you want. Well, birthday boy wants a cool gift. Uh...sorry can't give ya that. Birthday boy wants to be left alone to mope. Yeah sorry not that either. Seriously what the fuck. I'm protesting birthdays from now on.~

Yelping loudly, more from surprise then pain, as he hit the floor with a soft thud Gregory lifted his head to glare at Zane.

"Why the fuck did you do that?!"

"Because you weren't responding. I thought you might have gone into a coma."

What disgusted Gregory the most at this point was that Zane could say that with a straight face and pretend like he meant it. It wasn't right.

"And if I had gone into a coma shoving me off the bed would have helped?"

"It just did, didn't it?"

"Fuck you!"

"Gladly," Zane said with a grin, "just come up here so we can get started."

Gregory hovered half way up onto the bed. If he continued onto the bed Zane wouldn't leave him alone or let him pout anymore until he gave in. And if he stayed on the floor he could pout to his heart's content but no snuggly sex. Choices, choices.

Choosinlfhelfhearted protest, he climbed the rest of the way up onto the bed giving Zane his best scowl with a scathing tone. "I already said I wasn't in the mood."

"No. You said you weren't in the mood to be cheered up. I'm not going to cheer you up, I'm going to have sex with you. Two totally different things."

"No. They're not. Sex *will* cheer me up."

Zane gave him a baffled look. "How is that my fault? I'm just trying to get into your pants! Cheering you up has nothing to do with it."

Realizing how ridiculous the conversation was, never mind the fact that they could argue about this all night, going 'round and 'round, Gregory just gave into the rising urge to laugh...and laughed.

~He can be such an ass sometimes. But an amusing ass. At least I know *he* cares that I'm upset about that stupid gift. Now if he would just make a real gift appear from thin air.... that would be impressive.~

Before his mind could wander farther back down the pity path Zane leaned over and kissed him, startling Gregory enough to let Zane manhandle him. He went with the hands tugging him up into a sitting position, trying hard not to respond to the soft lips pressing against his own. He really didn't want to have sex right now. He wanted to go steal his brother’s presents and give him the key.

~Hmm. When did Zane stop kissing me? Er...when did I close my eyes. Not good.~ Gregory snapped his eyes open. But rather then being sitting up on the bed like he thought he would be, he was staring over the side of the bed. ~Okay. What did I miss? What in the hell is he...~

SMACK! "Fucking HELL! That hurt!"

Zane let out a low, throaty laugh, smoothing his hand over Gregory's ass. "Greg, darling this is for your own good."

~If he was trying to sound like one of those rich ladies on those dumb movies he watches with Cherry he's totally missing the boat. And damnit that really did hurt!~

"Your accent sucks!"

SMACK! "I'd watch what you say. You're totally at my mercy right now." He sounded smug.

Gregory squirmed trying to sit up. Zane just pressed a hand into his back keeping him flat across the bed and Zane's lap.

"Zane! This isn't funny. Let me up!"

"Now Greg," Zane said trying to sound reasonable, " you said you didn't like your gift. That you wanted a *real* birthday present."

Gregory broke in. "I never actually *said* that I didn't like it."

SMACK! "Don't interrupt. Now as I was saying. Real gift. Well, you just turned twenty-three(1). Which means that you get twenty-four whacks. Isn't that one of those wonderful birthday traditions?"

Closing his eyes Gregory tried to unclench his jaw enough to respond. He wasn't fast enough.

SMACK! " Gregory I asked you a question." Zane nearly sang that out, ticking Gregory off even more.

"Spanking isn't a gift." Greg said through clenched teeth.
SMACK! "No but it feels very *real* doesn't it?" Zane smirked even though Gregory couldn't see it. "So just be a big boy and take your hits without anymore whining."

"I'm not fucking WHINING!" Gregory said in outrage.

SMACK! "Don't swear. And...." SMACK! "Don't call me a liar. It isn't nice. What would Anita think?"

"Anita would think that you're being an absolute brute and she would punish you all for being so horrid to me."

SMACK! "Well, then. Isn't it to bad she's not here to help you?"
Gregory opened his mouth to say something really nasty back in response then stopped just short of letting loose his comeback. While he wasn't enjoying this exactly, Zane had done what he'd set out to do. Distract him. He wasn't thinking about the key, or his so-called 'friends.' Just the fact that he didn't want to be spanked like he was a five year-old brat.

SMACK! "Wow, Greg I was impressed with that one! Great comeback. Or do you agree? I'm sure you'd rather be having Anita spank ya wouldn't you! Such a bad bad kitty."

"Oh! Like you're one to talk. Who's hitting whom here eh?" Gregory gave a wiggle with his words. He'd let Zane distract him, but he'd make sure to get him back for this slice of humiliation he was getting. Gregory smiled to himself when he felt Zane harden under him.

"And I happily announce to anyone who will listen that I'm a *very* naughty kitten and I need to be punished. People never seem to hear me though." SMACK!

Gregory grunted slightly, rolling his hips with the blow so he pressed down into Zane's lap. "We've all just learned to tune you out. Not much out of her mouth is worth note."

Zane's eyes narrowed slightly and he decided he wasn't hitting hard enough.

SMACK! SMACK! Gregory gasped slightly at the unexpected second and much *harder* blow. "You don't have to hit so hard!"

Zane rolled his eyes, slight smile creeping across his face. "Apparently I do. Since no one listens I'll have to make my actions twice as loud as my words."

"I listen!" Gregory said hopefully. Maybe pissing the taller wereleopard off wasn't the brightest thing to do when he was in this position.

SMACK! "Do you really?" SMACK! "I tend to listen to myself too. Since no one else does." Zane said dryly.

Gregory let out a breathy moan, squirming in Zane's lap for real this time. His ass was sore and Zane's blows were just compounding the fact that, he was sure, his ass was black and blue by now. ~Okay why was he letting this happen again? Oh yeah. Zane was holding him down. And distraction. Riiiight...~

"Zane that hurts! Aren't you done yet?" There was a slight whine in his voice but Gregory pretended he didn't hear it.

SMACK! "I'm not sure." There was a brief pause while Zane counted back in his head. "Nope! Plenty more to go." Zane decided cheerfully.

"I'm going to get you for this. And it's going to be painful and slow and..." SMACK! "Ow! Fucking hell Zane don't..." SMACK! "HIT SO HARD!"

SMACK! "No reason to shout Greg. Do you want people to hear you?" Zane was having a very hard time keeping a straight face. The need to laugh was great. Having Greg spilled across his lap like this wasn't funny in itself. But watching him squirm and whine and beg. Now *that* was funny. And sexy as hell. He'd better get laid after his efforts. He was hard as a rock and all the moaning, the breathy whimpers, and the fucking moving about that Greg was doing really, *really* wasn't helping matters.

SMACK! Gregory stopped thinking about teasing Zane, ignoring the hard hot object pressing into his lower stomach in favor was working to get away. Sure this wasn't the worst or most painful thing he'd had done to him in his relatively short life. No, Raina and Gabriel had certainly done much much worse. But right now it hurt. The blows had moved passed the stinging stage a few minutes ago and now they just hurt!

SMACK! SMACK! "Stay still and stop moving about. You're going to end up getting hurt worse if I hit you places other then your delectable ass."

"If you would just stop *hitting* me then I wouldn't have to move around now would I, Zane?!"

SMACK! "True but what would be the fun in that? Besides there's just one more left." SMACK! "And that's to grow on. All done you baby."

Upon saying so Zane leaned back releasing Gregory from his temporary prison. He smiled to himself as he leaned back. He wasn't a moron. He knew exactly what Gregory needed. And it wasn't cheering up. Just distraction. Sex was out too. As much as he wanted to fuck the younger pard member, Gregory would just get all melancholy afterward. Not much fun for him if he did say so himself. Which he did. With a pleased sigh Zane waited for the retaliation.

It wasn't long in coming either. The second Gregory had regrouped from that final, what felt like to him, extra hard blow, he was shoving up and launching himself at Zane. Wrapping his hands around the bigger mans throat he shoved his body weight against him knocking Zane back onto the bed. Smiling grimly he sat on Zane's stomach, squeezing playfully at his throat. No matter how pissed he was Gregory wouldn't ever *really* hurt his sometimes lover. But he liked to play rough. And so did Zane.

Only this time Zane was stealing his thunder by laughing hard enough to choke without the added help of Gregory's hands cutting off his oxygen supply. Grumbling under his breath about spoilsports Gregory reluctantly pulled his hands off of Zane's neck and sat back to glare down at him. He could wait out his fit. And he would. Because the second the bastard starting breathing normally again he was going to *kill* him.

So he waited. And waited. And waited..... ~Okay this isn't funny anymore. That motherfucker had best stop laughing so hard real fast. How can he possibly find it that funny ~ Gregory's eyes narrowed. ~Maybe he doesn't find it that funny. Maybe he's trying to wait me out too. Well, goddamn it I can wait longer. Especially because my face isn't currently turning purple and I don't have someone sitting on me. So there ya bastard. Go ahead. Let's see who can last longer.~

Meanwhile Zane could see Gregory's anger, perplex ion, smugness, annoyance, and everything else the leopard was feeling flitting across his face as he thought it. The very idea that Gregory would attack him like he did amused Zane to no end. He was bigger and stronger then the smaller man yet here he was lying on his back with the affronted birthday boy on his chest. Looking pretty pissed off. Arms crossed. Features saying, obviously, that he was going to wait to kill his opponent. Which Zane wasn't going to let him do.

Waiting until Gregory had shut his eyes, giving a drawn out sigh to let Zane know exactly how amusing his found his continued laughter, Zane shot out his hand slamming it into Gregory's shoulder. With a soft grunt the smaller male toppled sideways off Zane, hit the bed and bounced slightly, sliding dangerously close to the edge of the bed. A fraction of a second before he could squawk in protest of being dumped on the floor he felt a catch on his shirt. Then he halted in his downward slide.

Sliding his gaze up along his body Gregory's eye took in the large tanned hand keeping him from dropping the last five inches to smack his head.

"Thanks, ya ass."

"Do you want me to let go?"

"No!" Gregory half shouted.

"Well, then I think maybe thanks without the ass would be cool no?" Zane smiled innocently down at the boy. Gregory was in the palm of his hand. Literally. Hell yeah.

"Thku." Was the muttered response.

"Sorry Greg didn't quite catch that..."

"I said thank you alright damn it! Now will you please pull me up before the rest of my blood rushes into my head?"

Zane tilted his head and eyed Gregory critically. "I don't think you have anything to worry about. You don't have much blood left to drain."

Gregory flushed proving that statement wrong as his paler skin turned a bright red. "I live here. I donate. You know how it works. Please Zane?"

Nodding, brown eyes looking down into green, Zane pulled Gregory up to the relative safety of the bed.

"Your contacts are still in. If you're going to bed you should go take them out."

"Yes, Mom." Gregory said sarcastically as he climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom to do just that.

(1) If anyone can find how old the twins are let me know. I'm pretty sure I read something about them being older then Jason but not how old they actually are. So I guesstimated.
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