Ultimatum
Oz had been trying to cut back on the amount of sweets he was eating, but he just couldn't seem to keep his hands off any dessert or treat that was set before him. He knew Gil was trying to help him, but when he snatched that last slice of cake and stated he could simply work it off later, winking suggestively at Gil so that the man got the hint, he certainly hadn't expected his servant to issue an ultimatum…
He could only have one: Sex or cake (though Gil said it a lot less bluntly).
"So a night with my servant, or this cake right here?" Oz asked, amused, but still quite surprised by his servant's proposal. It was rather bold, and out of character, for him to oppose Oz's wishes.
"Yes," Gilbert, his face bright red, said simply, as though another word would cause him to lose what little courage he seemed to have mustered up for this moment. Oz paused, weighing up his options, before giggling and piercing the cake with his fork.
"Sorry Gil~" he sang, placing the cake in his mouth and humming in satisfaction as it crumbled on his tongue.
"Oz!" Poor man, he looked as if he didn't know whether to be offended or annoyed.
"Your own fault," Oz said, "you shouldn't have made me choose~"
Ha… That dejected face wouldn't be around for long. After all, Oz had some cake to work off, and Gilbert would never be able to resist his advances. It had never worked before~
Oz would have his cake and eat it too, just like always~
[End]