Arh! Its good to be back currently raining in London and I was looking through photos on my phone where I found an old Pandor Hearts Doushinji-you might have seen it around ;3

Anyhoo its called Cigar, Syrop, Kiss, and thou I don't know a word they are saying I was rather saddened that the story ended as it did so I'm gonna write what's based on the existing doshnji but add a little something of my own new chapters will come out and thy are super dark and delve into Gil's past a little (and also references to another doshinji) anyhoo want to expand the story cos I'm bored and I've been meaning to get back into writing. Let's begin xD

"Why do you want to see it?" Gilbert's eyebrows threaded together as he slowly held his gloved hand across his chest as though the scar itched as soon as Oz mentioned it. The blonde boy was walking beside his raven haired friend- who had just returned from a mission- only to be confronted by an odd request from his master over the usual greeting of "How are you, Gil?

Oz slowed his steps and gently gripped Gil's arm till the pair finally stopped in the middle of Pandora's Headquarters, Gil looked down at the boy puzzled his hand still remained firmly on his upper chest, stiffening his muscles should the boy suddenly tear his shirt open. But Gil knew Oz wouldn't do such an act, so he lowered his arm and his stature relaxed. Oz stared at the place the hand once rested, underneath that crumpled piece of jacket and shirt was a searing reminder of that dreaded night. Oz didn't know himself why he wanted to see it so much, did he still feel guilty? Was this something he needed to resolve? Or was he just curious? Whatever it was the blonde needed to see it despite his friend's thoughts. Some time passed and Gil knew that Oz had his mind set and there was no changing it. "Okay, I have to go to a meeting now, but afterward I'll meet you in my office..." Gil took a step back making Oz release his arm. Oz just nodded and watched the Raven slip down the corridor.

The blonde sat on the couch watching Gilbert slip out of his jacket. The man sighed deeply as he hung it on the coat hook he turned to the boy and approached the couch. Oz just stared, reading the man's eyes saying 'you sure you want to do this?', Oz scooted up and smiled. Reluctantly the man sat taking off his cravat and resting it on the couch as he began to unbutton the clasps on his shirt, already Oz could see the line of uneven skin that started trailing from the man's top left shoulder. He repositioned himself on the couch for a better view and before he knew it his hands were gripping the man's shirt open. Raven was quiet and didn't look at his master instead he focused on the carpet... the walls anything was better than the boy in close proximity scanning his naked chest.

He held the blood seal necklace so as to not obscure Oz's view of the scar it usually lived under his shirt but now it was in his hand, Gil gripped it tightly as leverage, tempted to ask Raven to transport him away from this awkward turn of events. Here Oz was holding his shirt open to stare at a 10-year-old wound that stained his chest. But to Oz, the events of that night happened a mere month ago. Gilbert never held a grudge for Oz, he never hated him and knew all to well that it was an accident, but Oz was still haunted by his actions and there was nothing Gil could do but sit there.

Time was non-existent when it came to closure, so the black-haired man was prepared to stay like this forever no matter how boring the carpet looked or how cold he was beginning to get with his upper body unclothed-. But the sudden touch of small fingers snapped the man's attention to the gold haired boy. Somehow he seemed closer than before, causing the man to blush, thankfully the boy was still staring and stroking the scar. "Did it hurt?" he asked, Gil was surprised by the question, he couldn't help but smile as he held Oz's hand that rested on his chest.

"I don't remember" he replied, the blonde's hair fell over his eyes, hiding his face as he went lax, Gil knew it wasn't enough "But I remember the pain of losing you" he reassured the boy by squeezing his hand. Oz loosened his grip on the shirt and slung his arms around Gil's neck, embracing him. The latter froze, his face was hidden within locks of gold that shielded his ever-reddening face. Unexpectantly the boy's hand fell until they rested on the sides of Gil's head.

The Raven's breath was knocked out of him as he was forced to lie on the armrest of the couch with his masters face mere inches away from his own that he could feel his warm breath upon his skin, Gilbert was frozen in place as Oz arched over him green fields staring deeply into him. The Raven was transfixed, he didn't dare take his eyes away from his master, too confused, too unsure of how this even happened. But the boy didn't falter he knew what he wanted, from the day he first met Gilbert that he waited for all too long to get it. Before his prey could even muster a squeak he smothered his lips with his own. Their hot breaths mingled with one another . Gilbert felt so small in that moment, just like when he was young-

"stop struggling!"

he curled in on himself clutching the boy's shoulder, pain surged through his body, his head ached knowing Oz was on top of him, linking each other with their lips, the blonde's hand still resting on his chest. All this was boiling with passion- or was it pain? Gil felt that he couldn't take it. Oz broke the kiss and stared coldly down at the Nightray, down at his chest he trailed the jagged scar planting butterfly kisses on his chest in an attempt to heal the skin.

"That's right just like that-"

Gil snapped and pushed Oz away by his shoulders. The blonde was still, staring in confusion as the man tightened his hold on his shoulders. Gilbert sat up, breathless and lost "I-I..."

"You are a dirty little-"

Oz grew worried, he tried to assure his friend but Gil let go of him, his black bangs shielding his face "I can't..." was all he said, all he could muster as he closed his shirt and began to leave the room. Oz sat in disbelief he could only watch the man go. Only watch him disappear behind the door as he clutched the scarf that laid on the couch.

Gil rested against the wall in the hall and clutched his shirt closed, envisioning Oz's touch, his burning eyes, his tongue upon his chest. The rope binding his wrists, Gil could feel the saliva stick to his scar and reminded himself of the passion and the fear he underwent all reached breaking point. He felt ashamed, embarrassed for running away from the person he held dear. Gilbert always felt tainted, he wasn't meant to be with Oz. The pain of the past was all too fresh. How could he face his master now?

Okay! this is gonna get real dark so if you're not liking what you've read so far please don't read any further hoped you like this chapter nonetheless ^^