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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: Not much. This part is rather short but it's leading up to bigger
things I promise. Maybe some OOCness. Unfortunately we really, or I don't
feel I really, get enough insight on the boys for me to know exactly how they
all feel and act all the time so I take great liberties and hope I keep them
as close to they should be as I can.

Pairing: Zane/Gregory

Notes: Even if you hate it just let me know.
~blah~ = thoughts *tadah*= emphasis

Fifteen orminuminutes later Gregory reappeared through the bathroom door, a slight smile on his face. His shoulder length hair had been combed out into a foamy mass around his head. Zane checked his eyes and sure enough sparkling cornflower blue eyes looked back. Once more Gregory looked just like his brother. Zane still couldn't figure out what possessed the other man to wear the green contacts but Gregory never offered the information so he choose not to pry about it.

"You're such a dick. My ass is like turning purple and black. I don't recall that ever happening before when I was spanked for my birthday."

"Is that your way of telling me I'd better apologize and do some groveling so you'll let me sleep with you?"

"Yes." Gregory said petulantly. He even let his lower lip slide out in a half pout. This might have worked on one of the others but Zane had become immune. Or so he constantly told himself whenever a situation like this arose.

"Greg, just come to bed, hmmm? We'll get some sleep and tomorrow you'll call the number and head off for a great time."

Gregory's eyes lit up and he bounded over to the bed, pouncing Zane, planting a kiss on his lips. He spoke rapidly in an excited tone of voice. "I get to go away somewhere?! Really? You're not just saying that right? God I've been wanting to go on vacation for months." There was a brief pause while some of the excitement died then he continued. "Why the fuck would you send me on vacation by myself? Where's the fun and joy in that? Sure without Jason I might be able to relax for a while but I'm pard," he wailed. "I need people I know around me. I'll go crazy."

"Gregory! Calm down. You're working yourself up for nothing okay? Trust me alright? You're going to like it very much. You *will* enjoy yourself. It's exactly what you asked us for. We are *not* shitty friends." Zane let out a soft growl to strengthen his argument. He *was* still higher in the pack and he didn't want to be questioned further on the matter. He wasn't trying to be mean or pull rank but Gregory could be a tad high strung at times. Besides which he'd just beat Greg's ass to pull his thoughts *out* of woe-is-me land. He'd be damned if he let them go back in.

Out came the lip again. Keeping the pout firmly in place Gregory slid his body down along Zane's til he was laying flush along the taller man. Tucking his head in under Zane's chin Gregory then let out a soft sigh just to make sure Zane didn't think he wasn't still pouting simply because he'd changed positions. Absently he slid a tanned hand across Zane's paler chest to play with the older man's nipple ring. Zane became distracted when you tugged and twirled it and such.

"Could you give a hint about where I'm going at least? So I know what to bring? I mean if you're going to send me to Alaska and I pack for the Bahama's that would really ruin my supposed good time wouldn't it?"

There was a soft grunt from above his head then a large pale hand came up and snagged his own tanner one, stilling his efforts. The hand tugged lightly on his, trying, no doubt, to make him let go of the ring. He wasn't that stupid. The tugging would turn Zane on and he could claim it wasn't his fault. He pushed his lower lip out even farther for good measure and did his best to put his pout into his voice.

"Please. Just a little hint. I won't tell the others. Promise."

Zane let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm not telling you shit. Now stop it. And just for future referance, the fucking pouting works better if it can be seen."

"You don't need to see it. You know I'm pouting. That's good enough." Obviously. Zane didn't usually start swearing at him til he'd really, really made him mad, or when he was getting really sexually frustrated. Gregory let the pout disappear for a second to smirk then promptly put it back in place.

"Zane, I'd tell you! I would never make you worry and freak out and stuff like this. I like you to mmuffff."

Okay this wasn't part of the plan. Zane was *not* supposed to muffle him. He was supposed to whittle down the other man's tolerance til he told him just to make him shut up. It had worked in the past. As had the nipple trick. But since he wasn't going to be allowed to do either he was shit out of luck.

Squeezing Gregory's hand even tighter he waited til the hand went slack and let go of his nipple ring. Letting out a silent thank you Zane kept a tight hold on the offending hand, moving it to the center of his chest and just resting his hand there with it. Ignoring the not quite words coming from behind his hand, since he suspected Gregory was more then likely just demanding he remove his hand or let him go or something else like that.

"Greg. When you call the number I'm sure they'll tell you what to bring. And where you're going. Ask them all your questions. I'm sure that's what the receptionist is there for. I don't know anything. And even if I *did* I wouldn't tell you. Understand? It's a surprise. That's the whole fucking point of it. And if you're going to keep asking then you can sleep alone. Got it?"

Zane moved his hand about a half inch away from Gregory's mouth to let the younger man agree that he understood. The second the yes was out of his mouth Zane clamped his hand back over Gregory's still pouting lips.

"Good. Then let's get something straight for tonight. If you trying teasing me into telling you, that won't work either. There's going to be *no* teasing from you tonight. If you want sex we'll have sex but you're not topping and you're going to have no control. I'm wise to your evil ways. Is that understood?"

Once again Zane lifted his hand away just enough for Gregory to respond. When no immediate response was forthcoming he tilted his head down trying to see Gregory's face. "Greg?"

Gregory remained stubbornly silent. ~Fuck Zane. He wasn't some child that the bigger man could manhandle and boss around. Was some information that much to ask? Christ.~ He was tempted to lean forward and bite the fingers hovering so close to his mouth. That would teach Zane to smother *him*. If Zane could have seen the war going on on Gregory's face at that moment he might have been smart and moved his hand away. But he was still struggling to get a good look at Gregory without moving their positions.

"What if I want to be top. Why can't I be, just because you have no self-control? That's not fair. It's my fucking birthday. Can't I have anything I want. Fuck I didn't even get any fucking ice cream or cake!" Gregory's sense of self-preservation had won out. Not that Zane would have really hurt him, unless he wanted him to, but Raina and Gabriel hadn't been dead so long that he couldn't well remember a time where he would have been punished painfully for doing such a thing.

Zane's eyes narrowed and darkened, the air becoming alive with his anger for a moment, causing Gregory to tense up and start to pull away. Then just as quickly as it had appeared Zane's anger was gone and he was being pulled up so his head was resting on the pillow next to Zane's.

"Greg can we please not fight anymore? I promise that everything is going to be fine. Now come on you've got to be tired. I know you hardly slept at all last night."

Gregory hated to admit it but Zane was right. When he paused to think about it he realized that he was having to work to keep his eyes open and hadn't he stiffled more then a few yawns when Stephen was opening presents? Heaving a big sigh he spoke up grumpily.

"Yeah. Fine, you're right. Sleep now. Snuggle?"

Instead of replying Zane just pulled him against his side, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy. Closing his eyes Gregory nuzzled against Zane's neck, sliding his leg over the taller mans, arm draping itself across his chest. Gregory started slightly when soft lips brushed over his own, but then he returned the pressure.

Ending the light kiss, Zane kissed Gregory's eyelids, then his forehead. "Think happy thoughts Greg." Then more softly. "Love you."
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