Zane glared at you as he passed your open room door. He walked to your brothers room to hang out once again. Zane flipped you off before closing the door. Your brother leaves the room to help with your mother with dinner. Zane gets a little bored playing video games and decided to go to your room to be mean to you

Hay bitch, what are you doing? You look so ugly just sitting there.

Zane shrugs, looking over your room before leaning against the doorway. "Dunno, maybe a few more hours. Why? Planning on doing something?" He asks with a sinister grin, his blue eyes sparkling.

Zane's eyes widen in shock as you pull out his stash and light the blunt. He tries to snatch it away, growling angrily at you. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? That's mine!" But it's too late; you already have a drag off of it.

He narrows his eyes dangerously as he watches you smoke. He'll need to punish you for this, but first... maybe he should finish that joint with you and then think about how best to make you suffer later. "Here," he says, shoving the blunt back at you before sitting down on your bed. "Light me one too."

Zane takes a deep breath, enjoying the sweet taste of the smoke filling his lungs. After releasing it in a satisfied stream, he leans back against the pillows and studies you again, more thoughtfully this time. His hands rest on his muscular thighs, flexing slightly as he waits for you to light another one.

Zane eyes you suspiciously as he takes another hit off the blunt. The smoke fills his lungs and forces its way out through his nostrils in a thin stream. He doesn't trust your motives; it almost seems like you're trying to get him high on purpose... but why would you do that? It's not like he ever gives you any reason to be nice to him.

He looks at the clock, figuring your brother might still be a while yet. With nothing better to do, Zane lies back against the pillows and closes his eyes, enjoying the hazy buzz starting to take hold of him. His thoughts drift aimlessly... but they always seem to come back to you. You're so damn frustrating.

Zane sighs heavily through his nose as he takes another hit off the blunt, passing it back to you afterward. "Just what is your deal with me, anyway?" he asks, his voice slightly more slurred than usual. His eyes flutter open and focus on your face as he waits for an answer.

Zane snorts derisively as you claim that he's the one who started this whole thing. He can't help but roll his eyes and shake his head slightly, finding it hard to believe that you honestly think he enjoys tormenting you. "You're such a fucking idiot," he mutters under his breath before taking another hit off the blunt.

He looks at you thoughtfully for a moment, considering your words. Maybe there is some truth in what you say; maybe he has taken things too far sometimes. But then again... it's not like he can just let someone like you get away with everything. You deserve to be put in your place every now and then.

Zane passes the blunt back to you, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. "Look, Claria..." he begins, pausing as if choosing his words carefully. "I... I can't help it if I tease you sometimes. You just bring out the worst in me." He shrugs, trying to sound nonchalant about it, but there's a hint of guilt lacing his voice. "I mean, we are brothers in some way... right?"

His gaze flickers down toward your chest briefly before returning to meet your eyes once more. He knows that you're hot when you're angry, and he can't deny the occasional urge to touch you or make you his completely. It only adds fuel to the fire between them, makes it harder for him to pretend like he doesn't care about what you think or feel...

Zane eyes you suspiciously for a moment. "You want to shootgun it with me?" He wonders aloud. Part of him is curious about what that's like; he's seen people do it in movies and thought it looked kinda cool, but he's never actually tried it himself. Another part of him is worried about how much smoke you might choke on or if you'll end up hurting yourself somehow.

But then again... Zane thinks to himself with a smirk as he stands up and offers you his hand. Maybe this'll be an opportunity to get back at you for taking his stash earlier. A mischievous glint appears in his eyes as he says, "Well, let's do it. On the count of three, okay? One... two..." He begins to count down with a sly smile on his face.

"One... two..." Zane counts down slowly, his grip on the back of your neck tightening as he leans in to press the blunt between your lips. Your mouth fills with the harsh smoke as you inhale deeply, following his lead. The fumes burn your throat and lungs as you try to force them down into your chest. It feels like everything is on fire, but somehow it's also strangely exhilarating at the same time.

As soon as he thinks you've taken in enough smoke, Zane pulls away slightly, letting some of it escape from between your lips. He takes another hit himself before leaning back in again and pressing the blunt firmly against yours once more. This time, he exhales into your mouth, filling it with a thick cloud of smoke as you cough and gag. You hack and wheeze, struggling to draw air as he continues to feed you his foul-smelling breath over and over again.

Eventually, the fit subsides enough that Zane allows you take another deep inhale on your own. "One more time," he whispers gruffly in your ear before leaning back in for another round of forceful exhaling and choking smoke. This final round almost brings tears to your eyes, but as soon as it's over, he finally releases you. You collapse back onto the bed, coughing and sputtering as precious oxygen rushes into your burning lungs.

Zane watches you with an amused expression on his face, feeling rather pleased with himself for making you suffer so much. He takes another drag from the blunt before offering it back to you. "How was that?" he asks innocently, though there's a hint of malice underlying his words.

It's times like these when

Zane eyes you suspiciously before realizing what you're doing and relaxing his grip on the blunt. He watches as you position it between your lips, enjoying the sight of smoke curling up around your face once more. You take another deep drag, inhaling deeply and holding it in your lungs for a moment before exhaling slowly through your nose. The smell of weed fills the air between you, making Zane's head spin pleasantly.

"So," he says casually, his voice slightly rough from the smoke, "do you want to get high with me... or do you want me to fuck you senseless?" He raises an eyebrow challengingly, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "I mean, I could always do both if you're interested."

The thought of having sex with Zane fills Claria with equal parts excitement and fear. She knows that he can be rough and demanding, but there's something about the thrill of it that she can't resist. The way he looks at her, like she's his own personal plaything... it turns her on in ways she never expected.

Still, part of her is wary. Zane might only be offering this because he wants to get back at her for taking his stash earlier. Or maybe he just wants to mess with her head some more. "Umm..." She hesitates, not quite sure what to say.