Dancing at Midnight
When young Oz Vessalius finally gave in to his sister's pleading to join her on one of those 'creatures of the midnight' parties she loved so much, he expected freaks with fake vampire fangs, idiots howling to the moon, synthetic blood, leather, lace and techno music, but he would have never expected that. Well, that he got to know the most gorgeous man on planet, who happened to be his long lost childhood friend, did not mean that there were no such freaks, fake vampires and all, but he finally met Gil again, his Gil.
Ten years ago Gil had been a nameless orphan boy, kind, sweet and a bit of a scaredy-cat. They were five when they first met and it had been ten years of friendship before Oz turned fifteen and Gil had been adopted by a family equally wealthy as Oz' family. At least that had been the only piece of information he was receiving when asking at the orphanage 'He's being taken care of 'they'd say and usher him out. Since Gil did not have his address and Oz neither had his, they never heard of each other again until that evening.
Oz was refusing some girl's offer to share their blood and become 'bonded', when his sister Ada dragged him over to some guy with shaggy blond hair and mismatched eyes..
"This is my boyfriend Vincent Nightray," she introduced the man, blushing shyly. Vincent returned Oz' uninterested greeting with a smile and called for his brother. The man didn't hear his call, as it seemed, so Vincent departed for a short time to go and look for his brother. Normally Oz would have been furious because there was another man in Ada's life, probably only dating her for her looks, but since last time, when Ada refused to talk to him for weeks because Oz had hunted her boyfriend down (literally), he kept himself composed. Besides a man with those looks could have every girl and he bore the name of the Nightrays. A rich family, operating in the underworld, which meant that person wouldn't possibly date Ada for wealth or anything. Oz sighed and waited for the man to fetch his brother. If he introduced his family, he was serious about his sister, right?
Across the room, among the crowd, Oz caught a glimpse of pale skin and golden eyes that shone like the stars. 'Gil?'
It had been ten long years, since he saw the boy and he still longed for his friend to return into his life. And suddenly said friend stood before him. Clad in Victorian clothing, all black and fitting his tall body. Over the years, Gilbert had changed from sweet to handsome. His black pants hugged his lean legs tightly, while his coat showed a midnight blue vest, which perfectly fitted his presumably toned body. The longer Oz stared at the man before him, the more alluring he became. A ribbon, matching his vest in color, held back his wavy black curls, a few bangs still falling in his face, creating a lovely contrast to his pale skin. But it were his eyes, that drew Oz' breath away. Irises of molten gold were watching him closely, a fire dancing within them. The room's dim lighting illuminated those eyes just the right way; he stood out and looked like a real supernatural being, even without fangs and leather. Captivated Oz only stammered until Gil's eyes freed a few tears and his thin lips gave way to a smile warmer as the sun could ever be.
"Is that really you, Oz?"
Parties at midnight, at first the very idea had evoked repulsive feelings in Gilbert, but his brother insisted on going anyway, saying it would be good for him. He loved midnight, occultism and everything dark; however, he did not like the thought of attending to a party of people pretending to be supernatural beings. He had dressed in Victorian clothes, all in black, as did his brother; they both tied back their hair with ribbons matching their vests. Vincent wore red and black, while Gil himself kept to blue and black. Vincent's jewelry, his pocket watch and the buttons on his coat were all gold, while Gil's were silver. He knew he had to look like them if he wanted to be left alone, besides he liked this way of clothing, it made him feel special.
A few minutes before midnight, they arrived at the so-called ball. While Vincent immediately started talking to some of his friends and introduced him to several, countless people, Gilbert dreaded every second of it. He dearly cared for his brother, but the only one who would have been able to lighten his mood was his long lost friend, Oz Vessalius. It had been ten years, but he still could not forget the blond boy that had been his one and only friend.
Excusing himself after Vincent had introduced him for the umpteenth time, Gilbert retreated to the balcony where even more people stood, dancing, making out, smoking or drinking. The raven-haired hid in a dark place, where nobody could bother him and massaged his right hand. Being crowded made him feel uncomfortable and his hand started to sting. Closing his eyes, he took a deep, comforting breath. Concentrating on his inner self, for a moment he vanished from the world and melted with the darkness around him, before he opened his eyes again, which now glowed like the sun itself, swirling tongues of flames shone within his eyes, making them look like they were alive on their own. When you looked at them closely, you saw wrath and wildness, however there was also a hint of melancholy and passion, desires beyond human understanding hidden beyond those pools of flowing gold.
The pain in his hand as well as the headache vanished, his senses had improved and he immediately felt freed of invisible but heavy chains. His eyes saw all the colors more vividly, his nose picked up all the different smells, which combined created a symphony of wonderful tastes on his tongue, too. The air smelled of wine, the heavy and sweet taste of it made his head dizzy. He only needed to inhale deeply to feel that way. Sweat mixed with blood and perfume and so much more, Gil felt drunk on those impressions only. Smiling and relaxed, he leaned against the wall and wanted to watch the night sky, until he took his brother's scent.
"Gil~ I have a surprise for you. Come with me!"
Without waiting for an answer, Vincent dragged his brother into the hall again, where he lead him through several people dancing and enjoying themselves, sometimes ogling him, when they came to a halt and stood before the man or rather boy of Gil's dreams. Oz Vessalius.
Vincent introduced them, talking to the girl beside Oz, who looked so much like Oz, but Gil did not show any sign of interest in her. He only saw Oz. And Oz alone.
He had the same fuzzy blond hair that Gil remembered.
Casual, black clothes clad his body, not quite fitting the occasion but not quite catching attention of other guests either. The older man melded with the crowd, never standing out, but for Gil he did. The raven-haired man looked over him with interest, adoration and so much love, but the rest of his face never betrayed anything. It felt like the hundredth time Gil's eyes raked the man before him, until his gaze came to a halt. Emerald eyes looked insecurely at him, asking thousands of questions but never forming any words. He could see himself reflected in this green wilderness, as he could ten years ago.
Forcing himself to regain his composure but failing miserably, he choked out a question.
Is this really Oz? My Oz?
"It has been a while, Gil."
"Yes... "
"I didn't expect to find you at a place like this. But I'm so happy to see you again. I-"
Gil would not let Oz finish his sentence. Instead, he hugged the slightly smaller male close, almost crushing him.
"I have missed you so much," he whispered into the blonde's ear, never letting go, tears now streaming down his face freely.
I finally found you.
Sooow, that is the first chapter and even though I only wanted to upload it, when it was finished but I already have five chapters of the story and I'm so excited about it
I will update every two weeks, always on Mondays, I think. It'll be easier and it'll give me more time to work through the written chapters and continue writing. I hope you liked it! I dedicate the work to everyone who's read my stories, added them to their favorites, alert list or even commented it. But I'd like to thank yHime and li ross especially. You really inspired me and made me write a little more each day, because I wanted to make you happy and show you my gratitude for reading so far. I hope that you, too, liked it. I wish you a nice evening.
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