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Title: Missing Piece
Author: robot_lord
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brian/Zacky
Summary: The moment he feels Brian freeze at his side he glances up at him, his heart, no doubt connected to Brian's, already telling him something is wrong.
Disclaimer: This is fiction. Meaning fake. False. Inaccurate. Not real. Made up. Never happened. I obviously do not know, own, nor am I associated in any way with any person mentioned. No harmful intent here, mister.
"Fag," Zacky accuses with a laugh after jerking when his ass was squeezed in a moment of opportunity, which really, he ought to be used to by now. Brian only smirks with a devious glint in his eyes, telling him to hurry up and put the movie in so they can wrap up and meld into each other on the couch, all favorite familiar quilts and even more familiar warm skin on skin. They're intent on relaxing and cuddling and kissing sweet and not worrying about a damn thing for an hour or so. Vulnerable, not expecting it at all.
Just after Zacky plops down on the cushions beside him and just before they get a chance to start getting comfortable, Brian's phone goes off, loud, making them both jump.
"Yeah?" he answers, his 'Yeah, I'm kind of with Zee at the moment, can this wait?' greeting.
Zacky isn't really trying to pay attention and figure out who he's talking to or listening close to hear what they're saying, glancing at his fingernails in disinterest while he waits, but the moment he feels Brian freeze at his side, he glances up at him, his heart, no doubt connected to Brian's, already telling him something is wrong.
"Bri?"
He's a statue, staring ahead with a blank expression, making Zacky's stomach pull tighter in hard knots. Then, in a quick moment, he's up (phone falling from his hand without thought or concern), out of the room, and within a few seconds Zack hears what sounds like things being smashed and thrown, the shatter of glass hitting the wall in a distant room. Scrambling, he picks up the phone, demanding that he be told what's going on, to be told what's wrong with his Brian. Then, the thick dread fills and tips over, and he's numb.
For the longest time, all Zacky can do is sit there and feel the horrendous, severe ache in his chest, the piece of his heart that just broke off, never able to be mended. Slowly, feeling heavy and sluggish, he drags himself into a standing position and finds Brian, whose knuckles are bloody and eyes are livid.
"Brian.. " Zacky whispers, throat dry. "Stop."
He resists against Zack's attempts to control him, yanking away from his arms and trying to push him away. He fights and struggles until finally, he crumbles and breaks, falling into Zacky's waiting arms and heaving a heavy sob into his neck, hot tears spilling over. His fingers curl in Zacky's cotton t-shirt, and Zacky rubs his back in the most soothing manner he can manage, tears of his own finding a path to roll down his cheeks.
It's quite a while later before Brian passes out from pure exhaustion, looking uneasy and devastated even in his slumber. Zack hasn't joined him yet, not that he's not tired, but he can't pull himself to stop staring at the wall in thought, confused and disbelieving. He fumbles to answer his phone quick when it rings, not wanting to disturb Brian who only shifts and emits a soft, discontent noise.
"Hello?" His voice is raspy.
"Zack." Matt's is much the same. "Are you okay? How is he?"
Zacky glances over at Brian again, arms crossed around himself and eyebrows pulled together the slightest bit. Matt knows the answer to both, but he wants for Zack to confirm it, which he does, with his nonanswer. "Asleep right now."
Matt sighs hard, and there's a long pause. "Take care of him, okay?"
"You know I will."
"Oh, and Zee?" Matt says just before he hangs up.
"Hm?"
"Get some sleep too, man."
And Zack's lips turn up in the corners slightly, but it doesn't show through all the way to his eyes.
After he hangs up and silences the phone, he climbs into the bed with Brian who nestles into him immediately, needily. Eyelids falling heavy, he holds Brian close all through the restless night.
Author: robot_lord
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brian/Zacky
Summary: The moment he feels Brian freeze at his side he glances up at him, his heart, no doubt connected to Brian's, already telling him something is wrong.
Disclaimer: This is fiction. Meaning fake. False. Inaccurate. Not real. Made up. Never happened. I obviously do not know, own, nor am I associated in any way with any person mentioned. No harmful intent here, mister.
"Fag," Zacky accuses with a laugh after jerking when his ass was squeezed in a moment of opportunity, which really, he ought to be used to by now. Brian only smirks with a devious glint in his eyes, telling him to hurry up and put the movie in so they can wrap up and meld into each other on the couch, all favorite familiar quilts and even more familiar warm skin on skin. They're intent on relaxing and cuddling and kissing sweet and not worrying about a damn thing for an hour or so. Vulnerable, not expecting it at all.
Just after Zacky plops down on the cushions beside him and just before they get a chance to start getting comfortable, Brian's phone goes off, loud, making them both jump.
"Yeah?" he answers, his 'Yeah, I'm kind of with Zee at the moment, can this wait?' greeting.
Zacky isn't really trying to pay attention and figure out who he's talking to or listening close to hear what they're saying, glancing at his fingernails in disinterest while he waits, but the moment he feels Brian freeze at his side, he glances up at him, his heart, no doubt connected to Brian's, already telling him something is wrong.
"Bri?"
He's a statue, staring ahead with a blank expression, making Zacky's stomach pull tighter in hard knots. Then, in a quick moment, he's up (phone falling from his hand without thought or concern), out of the room, and within a few seconds Zack hears what sounds like things being smashed and thrown, the shatter of glass hitting the wall in a distant room. Scrambling, he picks up the phone, demanding that he be told what's going on, to be told what's wrong with his Brian. Then, the thick dread fills and tips over, and he's numb.
For the longest time, all Zacky can do is sit there and feel the horrendous, severe ache in his chest, the piece of his heart that just broke off, never able to be mended. Slowly, feeling heavy and sluggish, he drags himself into a standing position and finds Brian, whose knuckles are bloody and eyes are livid.
"Brian.. " Zacky whispers, throat dry. "Stop."
He resists against Zack's attempts to control him, yanking away from his arms and trying to push him away. He fights and struggles until finally, he crumbles and breaks, falling into Zacky's waiting arms and heaving a heavy sob into his neck, hot tears spilling over. His fingers curl in Zacky's cotton t-shirt, and Zacky rubs his back in the most soothing manner he can manage, tears of his own finding a path to roll down his cheeks.
It's quite a while later before Brian passes out from pure exhaustion, looking uneasy and devastated even in his slumber. Zack hasn't joined him yet, not that he's not tired, but he can't pull himself to stop staring at the wall in thought, confused and disbelieving. He fumbles to answer his phone quick when it rings, not wanting to disturb Brian who only shifts and emits a soft, discontent noise.
"Hello?" His voice is raspy.
"Zack." Matt's is much the same. "Are you okay? How is he?"
Zacky glances over at Brian again, arms crossed around himself and eyebrows pulled together the slightest bit. Matt knows the answer to both, but he wants for Zack to confirm it, which he does, with his nonanswer. "Asleep right now."
Matt sighs hard, and there's a long pause. "Take care of him, okay?"
"You know I will."
"Oh, and Zee?" Matt says just before he hangs up.
"Hm?"
"Get some sleep too, man."
And Zack's lips turn up in the corners slightly, but it doesn't show through all the way to his eyes.
After he hangs up and silences the phone, he climbs into the bed with Brian who nestles into him immediately, needily. Eyelids falling heavy, he holds Brian close all through the restless night.