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"Tequila "Written By: Jo Pairing: 6+13 Warning/Notes: None. Zechs and Treize, academy
life-ish. Semi-AU. Sort of a continuation of ‘High Noon’.
Not beta’d. Continuation of High Noon. Disclaimer: Do not own. Have nothing. Please don’t sue.
“You are going to get us in trouble.” Treize admonished, but amusement was evident in his voice. Folding his hands across his chest, he studied his underclassman intently while a ghost of a teasing smile came to play at his lips. “You are trouble,” Zechs answered gruffly and shrugged. “I am trouble, I don't see a problem." He shot Treize a dirty look and gave the bottle in his hand a longing shake. He hated behaving like a petulant child, and it never helped that Treize has always treated him like one, indulging him limitlessly yet not indulging him enough. It has taken him several shots before he slung out of his room and staggered down the darkened hallway with Jose Cuervo in tow, sloshing to a faint echo in a half-full and half-empty bottle. He decided, through alcohol-aided logic, that being drunk would make…..things….easier. “Well then,” Treize held out the obnoxiously red plastic cup in his hand, “let’s not keep us waiting.” Zechs rocked unsteadily on his feet before the lights dimmed in his eyes. He and Jose Cuervo fell like a couple of acrobats missing their trapezes, crashing right through the safety net. The bottle bounced on the carpeted floor and rolled to a stop. “Shit! Zechs!” Treize let slip, barely catching the blond man before he hits the floor, relaxing instantly when Zechs smiled at him with a dislocated look in his eyes. Slowly, he lowered them both from the awkward crouch they were in to the floor. “Milliardo, you are such a child!” Treize exclaimed then shook his head and chuckled when his brief annoyance fizzled. “Is that why you turned me away?” Zechs’s eyes narrowed sharply. His fingers tightened around Treize’s wrist until the last ounce of his consciousness went out and his grip loosened. Treize smiled apologetically at the man lying unconscious
on his floor. Without turning to look, he reached for the comforter
on his bed and gave the down-filled cover a tug when he felt it in
his grasp. Throwing the comforter over his late-night visitor and
tucking in the edges, Treize lay down next to the unconscious man.
Pillowing his head with one bent arm, he watched the young man sleep
until he too slipped into a restless slumber.
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