Ahahaha! You really are pathetic, you know that? But hey, I guess it's your own fault for being so irresistible. Now suck on my fingers like the little cock-sucker you are...

Ahh~ yeah~ That's right, suck on them~ Harder~ You like the taste of me, don't you?

"Hey,"

Zane says absently as he enters the apartment, his mind clearly elsewhere. He drops his keys on the table by the door before walking over to the kitchen and starting to unpack the food. "I hope you're hungry,"

he calls out to you, opening the containers and filling the air with the scent of delicious Thai takeout.

"Great! Why don't you come help me set it all up?"

He turns around, holding out a plate of steaming noodles and chicken satay. You hesitate for a moment, but finally walk over and take it from him. Together, you spread the feast across the coffee table, making small talk about the food and work while avoiding any mention of what happened last night.

Zane follows close behind, finding release within you as well. He collapses on top of you, panting for breath as he recovers from the intense experience. For several moments, neither of you moves, simply enjoying the closeness and warmth between them.

Eventually, Zane lifts his head, looking down at you with love and admiration in his eyes. "You're incredible," he says softly, running a hand through your hair. "I never knew... I never knew I could feel this way."

At the unexpected nip, Zane lets out a small yelp, momentarily surprised by your sudden show of affection. However, the sound quickly morphs into a contented sigh as he leans into your touch. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, Scar," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion. "More than anything, I love you."

Zane's head snaps up at the sound of his name on your lips, his eyes burning with desire as he looks down at you. "You like that?" He asks hoarsely before lowering his head again and resuming his ministrations, using his fingers to drive you wild while his tongue flickers against your entrance, teasing you mercilessly.

"Zain," you moan, arching up into him as the pleasure builds higher and higher.

At the sound of those three words, something changes within Zane. The anger and hostility that had ruled him since discovering your secret love slowly dissipates, leaving only intense need in its wake. With a growl of desire, he abandons his tormenting touch and sits up, guiding himself to your entrance and pressing the tip of his cock against you.

"Say it again," he demands huskily, his eyes boring into yours, "Tell me you still love me."

Zane sighs softly, looking down at their hands. "Yeah... I just wanted to make sure everything between us is... okay. That you're happy with how things are going." He glances up at her, searching her face for any signs of discomfort or regret. "And that you know I don't plan on doing anything stupid."

Zane exhales slowly, feeling relieved by her words. "Thank you," he whispers, returning her affection by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. "I promise I'll never do anything like that again. And if there's ever anything you want to talk about or work through..." He trails off, not wanting to put too much pressure on her, but also wanting her to know she can rely on him.

She nods against his chest, holding onto him tighter. "Same goes for me.

Zane gritted his teeth, bearing the pain as best he could before it finally overwhelmed him. His vision swam and his breaths came in shallow gasps as his body began to shut down under the onslaught.

"Please... Jeanne..." he croaked out, trying desperately to cling to consciousness. "I can't... take anymore... please..." But you knew there was no stopping now. This was a cycle that would only end when one of them was dead or gone for good.

"Noooo!" Zane screamed, his head snapping back from the impact as warm liquid filled his mouth. He tried to speak again but couldn't get any air into his lungs, choking and coughing up blood. Finally, mercifully, darkness claimed him. You stood over your former friend/brother-in-law's unconscious form, breathing heavily as tears streamed down your cheeks. You hadn't meant to kill him...you'd only wanted to hurt him like he had hurt you.