Gilbert walked though the garden, Bringing his cigarrette to his mouth, before he heard a small voice.
"Gilbert!"
Gilbert jumped slightly and turned on his heel, now looking down at Oz, who was eagerly staring up at him, as if he had a gift for the poor little boy. Gilbert blinked in confused, "Oz?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. Oz smiled brightly, "What are you doing?" He asked, his smile fading once the cigarette was in view. Gilbert followed Oz's eyes to his cigarrette, and looked back at Oz's ashamed face, which suprised him slightly. "Are you okay?" Gil asked, watching Oz's big green emerald eyes carefully.
"I want one!" Oz announced, holding out his hand.
Gilbert stared down at Oz, twitching slighty, "O-Oz..?" He asked, hoping Oz would say it was a joke.
"You heard me! You're master wants one." Oz said, moving his hand around in a circular motion awaiting the feel of the cigarette in hand.
"N-No! They're bad for you!" Gilbert said quickly, dropping the cigarette and stomping it out quickly as if it was a love note he didnt want anyone to see. "But you're doing it.." Oz said, with an innocent voice that made Gilbert turn a bright pink. Gilbert looked at Oz, and then looked away, "It's... A-a-addicting." He stuttered, trying to avoid eye contact with his beloved master. Oz only reached his hands up to Gil's cheeks, resting them there for a moment, before pulling Gil's lips down to his. Gilbert's eyes widened. Soft, sweet, warm.
Oz's tongue pressed against Gilbert's lips, asking for permission to explore, and in response, Gil's lips parted for Oz. The taste of fresh Tobacco greeted Oz's tongue, as it pressed against Gilbert's tongue, as if playing tag with it.
Gilbert's heart was racing, as he closed his eyes and pushed the kiss deeper, almost hypnotized by the pattern of the kiss. Gil lifted his arms and wrapped them around Oz's waist, bringing the small body closer to his, feeling the warmth all around. This. This was what Gil had always wanted from his master ever since his disappearance ten years ago. This is all he cared about now.
Oz pulled away with a gasp for air, "Gil.." He whispered, a small smile threatening the edge's of his own lips.
Gil looked down at Oz in fear, as if he had hurt his master for keeping him in the kiss too long, his eye's explaining the words that dared to come out of his mouth.
Oz smiled reassuringly, "I can see... Why it's addicting." He managed out, taking another breath of air.
Gilbert's face turned a dark red, and looked away, "It's bad for you.." He whispered to his Young master, oblivious that his master meant the kiss. "Not that silly.." Oz replied, as a finger trailed over Gil's lips. Gilbert shivered at the soothing touch of his master, knowing what his young master meant now.