A/N: Hello Readers! This is my second fanfic ever (yay!) but unlike my other one, this is not OCs, only original characters! Which I know you all love... Anyway, just a quick note. I tried to make these characters as much like the original as possible so...hopefully I did (Please tell me if I didn't and I will make an effort to fix it, promise!) Some of the original details have been tweaked to make this fit my world as it's a little AU, so I hope you like those and also, this is an UNBETA-ED EDITION so the grammer might be a little bad. (Sorry in advance) but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

Dislaimer: I do not own Pandora Heart or the amazing characters, if I did then it would be entirely OzXGil :) All credits to the Mangaka for this! Enjoy...

Chapter One

Oz/Gilbert

Oz Vessalius bit down gently on Gilbert's lower lip, making the boy unwillingly gasp, just as he had intended. Oz needed no further instruction, his tongue moving in almost immediately to explore his lover's mouth. Their lips moved in perfect synchronicity with each other, like a fiery dance of passion and love, joy and pleasure, tying strings around their lungs and making it hard for them to breathe. However, Oz wasn't giving up his boyfriend so easily. He felt the Nightray respond after a few moments of surprise, pulling himself eagerly against him and kissing him back for all he was worth. They fought for dominance, a battle of tongues and lips before a breathless Gilbert gave in, submitting to the older boy with a groan low in his throat. It was a sound that made Oz's body burn with warmth and victory and, very slightly, his body adjusted, slipping Gilbert beneath him and splaying him across the sheets.

The Nightray pulled away, his head falling back onto the pillow, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. His cheeks were flushed, making them the colour of frosted rose petals on a winter's eve, his lids half closed with ecstasy. Oz smiled, drawing deep breathes and nuzzling his face in Gilbert's neck, trailing sweet kisses along his jaw line. His lover sucked in breath sharply, hands travelling up Oz's back, knotting his fingers in his shirt, his hair, anything he could grip.

"Oz…" Gilbert breathed "No more…"

The blond sighed, untangling himself, settling atop the Nightray's chest, his own arms winding around the boy's waist. This seemed to settle him but the sparkle in his golden eyes didn't lesson, only brightening that little bit extra and making Oz's heart skip a beat when a smile tilted his lips. Oz had to be nice to the boy today, he still felt a little guilty from making him almost pass out just the other night but sometimes the time just ran away with itself. Oz could hardly contain himself, like now, for instance. His heart was throbbing in his chest and everything was on fire. All the blond could do was want. He just wanted more, more than what Gilbert was prepared to give him. The fool still got embarrassed, was still awkward in these situations, clumsily submitting without even providing a challenge. It was kind of cute.

Oz pulled himself up, chastely pushing his lips to Gil's, his hands slipping under the dark-haired boy's shirt and over the velvety-soft skin underneath. He grinned to himself, amused by the way the boy's cheeks reddened further, expanding all the way up to his hairline.

"Bocchan, please." He murmured, "I have to go."

"No, you don't." Oz said persuasively, rubbing circles with his thumb over his stomach. He was so warm, seeming to almost radiate heat, like a little sun. His amber eyes were bright yet they were as delicate as silk, boring into Oz with a cherished and inconsequential love. "You can't leave yet. I won't let you."

Gilbert groaned. "I have a test I should be studying for." He grumbled, "You realise that Vanessa will kill me if I fail, right?"

"You shouldn't tease me." Oz purred, tugging ajar the collar of his shirt, tracing his lips along his collarbone.

"I-" The Nightray started but was cut off when his lover placed a finger over his lips to shush him, positioning himself so the full force of his devilish green eyes were fixed upon him. Gilbert felt himself crumble, every word that he had been about to say forgotten instantly, departing and leaving his mind to wander.

"No more words." Oz breathed seductively, making Gil's breath catch in his chest and his heart pick up more than it was. The blond arched an eyebrow, a dark and determined look shining. It was dangerous and lustful, like a tiger before it leaps for it's meal. It was a look that made his skin tingle with excitement, his eyes widening.

"You're not going anywhere until we make love."

Gilbert was about to protest -his heart was in his mouth, a thousand things running in his head, on the tip of his tongue. Was he really ready for this?- however he was silenced by his own shudder of nervous breathe rattling through his lips. He swallowed hard. He knew Oz well enough to know he'd never push him into doing something he didn't want to do, but he also knew if he really wanted something, he'd make sure he got it. He was a deadly charmer that could flirt his way in and out of anything, just like his brother. Gil stared into those beautiful emerald eyes, how they held a challenge within them, but he also saw the hope there, that delicate shimmer that could still make his chest expand to the point where he thought it might burst. Cupping the side of his lover's face, his hands were fairly steady. They didn't shake as much as they used to when Oz joked about this sort of thing and his face didn't feel as warm, like it was going to singe right off. He felt relatively calm about this, a sudden floaty feeling causing him to smile.

"Oz." He breathed, that single word holding so many emotions, so many unsaid words and consuming desires, pains. "I love you."

"I love you too." The blonde replied, leaning in and kissing him deeply, not needing permission to explore his mouth this time. Gilbert had giving in, indulging in the sweet taste that filled him, the searing yearning that awakened within, his lashes fluttering to a close and a tender moan bubbling in his throat where their skin entwined. Oz's kisses became more urgent, demanding, but as gentle as ever as his slick palm cupped over Gil's and their fingers interlocked just as the blonde's hip began to roll over his own, up and down. The darkette's eyes squeezed tightly shut when he felt his body begin to respond, hardening beneath Oz, and he suppressed a moan. His breath was ragged and tears began to spill down his face, unnoticed by his lover. He had never imagined just over a year ago that he would be here with the boy he loved. He had never even imagined he would see Oz again and it had broken every piece of himself within. He hadn't thought he would cope, so alone and lost, wondering and worrying over what was happening to the one and only person that had given him a purpose. He had never imagined that just ten months later his love would be returned to him, just how he had been and still eager to stand there and flirt so hard Gil thought he might die of shame and embarrassment. However, right now, all that shame and guilt seemed to make it all the more sweeter, bittersweet, almost like taking a bite out of a forbidden fruit. It all just fell away, replaced by a tender excitement.

Oz knew this was how it was supposed to be, just the two of them together with no worries or hesitation and, for the first time, they both understood the feeling of true happiness, even if it could not be forever. It was there now and that was all that mattered to them.

Alice/Jack

Alice stared at the wall, impatience riling her nerves and causing her to give a stubborn growl. How much longer would she have to wait for that stupid lowlife idiot? It was bad enough that he had managed to persuade her to sneak out of her dorm room just to unlock the gate for him, especially this late, but it was even worse knowing she could get caught any minutes by the Chains.

Damn prefects, Alice cursed, always skulking around like they own the place, just because they're older. I hate them all.

Suddenly there was a sharp crunch and her head whipped around, staring at the gravel path for any sign of life. The sounds were getting gradually louder, echoing in the night air. Alice's eyes narrowed.

I swear if it's that idiot clown again, stalking me for gossip, I am going to kill him.

Alice knew Xerxes Break was just the type to have followed her, even more so when he was chasing up a lead for the latest story. Him and Sharon-chan were practically uncontrollable, running around here, there and everywhere, using anything and anyone they could just to get what they wanted. However, Alice wasn't interested in their stories, she hadn't heard anything juicy enough to be rated interrogation worthy, so they'd left her alone a little recently, for which she was glad.

The crunching came to a halt, falling to silence and replaced by the sound of somebody whispering her name. The girl sighed, swinging the borrowed key over her head and using it to undo the lock on the dorm gates. Jack snuck in, ducking under the heavy metal chains and then righting himself with a wink.

"Thanks, Alice." He said softly, "I owe you one."

Alice made sure to keep her face blank when she replied, flipping out her long mahogany locks, "Yeah, whatever." She mumbled.

Locking up the gate once more, she replaced the key back over her head and slowly began to walk back to her dorm room, followed by Jack, whom seemed to be in a very light and bouncy mood this evening (more so that usual!), humming to himself and rocking on his heels.

"So…" Alice started, not liking the silence between them, "How's Lacie this fine evening?"

Jack shrugged, turning to her and arching an eyebrow, a devilish smirk perking his lips. "Why? Are you jealous all of a sudden that she has the pleasure of my company and not you? We could go out sometime too, if you want."

Alice felt blood rise into her cheeks, heating her face. "No!" She growled a little too quickly, after which she cleared her throat and said more calmly, "No, I was just wondering how she was. She's a Baskerville and I don't want to have to wake up one morning to tell Oz his brother got himself killed messing with the sister of that bastard, Glen."

Jack winked at her, messing up her hair with a hand. "You worry too much. Don't worry," He purred, "I have Lacie wrapped around my little finger. Glen isn't going to do anything, not after the last time anyway. He's the one that came out worse off, not me."

"That was his own fault." Alice stated, "He shouldn't be such an asshole."

"Regardless, I could have killed him that day for what he did to her."

Jack suddenly had a distant look on his face, his eyes turning gentle as the spiky golden locks of his bangs blew in the wind. He had a gentle smile on his face as he recalled that evening when he had snuck out to meet Lacie and he had found her by the lake -the halfway point between Pandora Private Academy Jack attended and The Abyss, where she was forced to go- in a heated argument with her older sibling. The rattling crack that had echoed in Jack's ears that night as he'd witnessed Glen slap his sister, so hard she had stumbled, falling to her knees and quivering in fear, had been the last straw. He just hadn't been able to hold back the fury that had overcame him and he'd just lunged into a full scale attack. Jack supposed he could say that Glen and him had been less than friends since that incident.

"What about my sister?" The brunette asked, "How is she? Didn't you go to dinner with her earlier?"

Jack's emerald eyes gave a shimmer, "What can I say?" Jack grinned innocently, "I'm a busy guy."

"You're a whore." Alice corrected him, shaking her head at him in disgust. The blonde flirted with just about every girl he came into contact with, and dated even more of them, however he never seemed to be able to stick to just one. Lacie and Alice's twin, Alyss, were also victims of his rogue ways. Just like tonight, it was a regular occurrence for Jack to be out and about, avoiding the wrath of Vanessa Nightray and winding unfortunate, sparkly eyed, girls into his playful embrace.

Jack stared at her with wide eyes in false offence, curling a hand over his chest. "Alice, you wound me. That wasn't very nice." He feign sobbed, his eyes darkening, "I might have to tell Oz about this."

Alice's head pulsed with anger and she narrowed her eyes, shaking a fist at him. "You stay away from him!" The brunette growled, "The last thing I need is you poisoning him with your dramatics."

Jack gave a chuckle, coming to a halt at the fork in the road that branched off to the male and female dorms. Quietly he gave Alice a wave and wished her good night, bowing deeply and thanking her once more for her assistance. She gave him a flippant glare back but, behind that, there was still the telltale shine of happiness that gave her amethyst eyes their lustre. It made Jack pleased to know she wasn't as harsh as she could sometimes seem and she didn't bother as much as she let on about helping him. He would never admit readily just how much these meetings with Lacie actually meant to the blonde or how much he cherished the blackette, no matter what had happened in the past. Jack didn't care that he should be enemies with the Baskervilles, that he should be rivalling with their school -formally known as Sabrie Institute of Education- or even that his father had been cruel enough to send his brother, Oz, into that dark and depressingly strict place. What was important to him was the way that Alice had gone out of her way for Oz and had assisted him in busting out of there after ten long and unhappy months. Jack would always be forever grateful to her for that, as well as to Oz's friends for keeping his sibling's escape a secret, and to Lacie for making sure Oz was safe when he couldn't. It was basically impossible to keep his eyes on the boy all day, not with Vanessa constantly on his tail for this, that and the other. She was just such a Buzzkill, always getting irritated at the slightest things.

Turning into the dorms and climbing the grand staircase to the upper floors where the rooms resided, separate from the common room, Jack breathed an exhausted sigh. He supposed the brunette had been a little right, his schedule had been packed this afternoon. Classes had been mandatory in the morning…then he had been dragged to a prefect meeting by Vanessa over lunch…then there had been all those extra classes he'd had to go to for not paying attention again in class…and, to top it all off, he'd arranged dinner with Alyss and a stroll with Lacie directly afterwards. Today had certainly been crazy, though it hadn't been the worst. He'd had days where he'd barely had time to breathe.

He was thinking about something he'd been discussing in the Chain meeting when he suddenly remembered there was something he needed to ask his brother. It was almost their sister, Ada's, birthday and Jack still had no idea what to buy for her. He was hoping that Oz would have some ideas or that he might be kind enough to hint what he himself had bought. All Jack knew for sure was that she wanted some form of party to celebrate, one filled with spectacular music and exotic costumes to make it that little extra special. Ada never did things by half, especially when it involved anything big like a celebration. The parties she threw were often the talk of the society, earning both praise and complaints in equal amounts.

Jack double backed on himself, taking a detour and heading in the general direction of his sibling's dorm room. Drawing out his pocket watch, Jack checked the time. It was almost eleven so Oz was still bound to be up at this time, doing whatever it was he did in his spare time. However, the oldest Vessalius didn't get any time to ponder what exactly it was Oz did in his spare time because when he arrived at his door, raising his fist to knock, he froze. There was a husky moan coming from within that made Jack's brow draw together. Callously pressing his ear to the wood curiously, he listened. There was another breathless cry, followed by the moaning of a word.

"Bocchan…" The voice cried softly.

Jack leant back from the wood and smirked, heading back down the corridor to his own room again, a giggle escaping his lips. He guessed he needn't guess now what it was his brother did when he wasn't occupied by work, because it had been plainly obvious with sounds like those coming from his room. Jack contemplated how Alice would react if she found out what her beloved Oz was up to right now, or even Sharon-chan, the gossip queen, and her sidekick, Break. They would have a field day with this information and would most certainly use it to their advantage. However, Jack had no intention of cluing any of them in. No, he would wait and watch as his brother walked into class tomorrow, proud as punch, and his friends tried to pry from him his reasoning for such an expression. Jack gave another giggle, reaching back after he was back inside his own room and the door had been promptly locked, sliding out the ribbon from his hair. His fingers combed through the silky golden strands, unwinding the long braid that flowed down his back and leaving it to flood over his shoulders, loose and in perfect waves. He changed quickly, tossing his jacket onto his bed and slipping on a pair of drawstring pants, hanging the rest of his sky-blue uniform over a chair, leaving his upper body bare.

Shaking out his hair, Jack laid down on his bed, folding his arms behind his head as he thought about tomorrow's activities and how dull they would no doubt be. He felt sorry for what probably lay in store for Gilbert when the others guessed the raven haired boy was the reason for Oz's smug look. Sharon-chan would dig her claws in for sure to get the end of the tale, that, or result to blackmailing, which was the most probable. It was just what she did. He'd known her long enough there was no stopping her when she was on a mission to solve a mystery.

Jack smiled, clicking open his pocket watch on the desk. It was almost midnight, so it was about time to get to sleep. Humming a tune that mimicked one Lacie often sang to herself, he felt his breathing slow and just as gradual, he fell sound asleep, tumbling into lovely dreams of him and her at that lake that night.

Lotti/Glen

Lotti stared into the eyes of her secret love, taking in their shadowy expanses of lavender colour. His black hair fell around his face like ink, giving his skin a pale pallor that was drawn and reserved, regal in it's own right.

Glen was not happy.

Bowing her head, she waited on him to speak, not daring to break the silence out of fear of angering him. She knew as well as anyone just how harsh he could be when he was angry so she gave him her patience and kept her lips clamped firmly shut. When at last he did speak, Lotti felt her heart sink and her blood boil in anger.

"Where is my sister?" He asked her.

Lacie. Lacie. That was all he ever discussed with her. As if she was supposed to know where and what that disgusting tart was up to. Probably sharing her bed with their enemy, Jack Vessalius. It was because of him chasing Lacie that Glen was always so miserable, the reason she was so rebellious and defiant of her brother. Lotti wished she could just slap the blackette and alert her to what it was she did to her brother, but she knew she needn't. Glen beat on her often enough for talking back and always disappearing. It made Lotti smile to know she got exactly what she deserved, however, Lacie never did repent, she still refused to step aside and let them destroy the blond twerp that had escaped the Abyss with Alice. She still always protected him and clung to her pathetic boyfriend.

"I believe she snuck out again." Lotti answered.

Glen tsked, scowling. "Tell me, Charlotte," He said, "What does my sister see in that despicable Vessalius that drives her to behave like a spoilt child."

Lotti shook her head because she did not know. To her, Jack was annoying beyond compare. It was him that had given her that dastardly stupid nickname and she had pulled that long hair of his for it. What an idiot he was!

"Fine then." Glen said sternly, "I suppose this situation is best discussed without her anyway."

Lotti nodded, sitting in the chair he gestured to. "What did you want to talk about, Glen?"

"In shot," The black-haired man said, "I want you and the others to destroy Oz Vessalius and make his brother suffer. I also want Alice brought back here. This is where she belongs, not…there." He spat the last word.

Lotti smiled alluringly. She was liking the sound of this plan. "What's your plan?"

"Tomorrow evening, Lacie has an art class so will be otherwise occupied. During that time, I want you to lead Fang, Doug and Lily to Pandora Private Academy and take care of Oz. I want you to make sure that Jack has no other choice but to dump my sister, do you understand? I want him to hate her."

Lotti nodded, her heart filling with joy at the coming pain that awaited Lacie. She was going to get everything she deserved.

"Talk to Miranda about ways to sneak in and get around the gates. She should know what to do and…as for Alice…bring her back here, but I'm not fussed if she's a little ruffed up." He smirked darkly, "In fact, I might prefer it. Either way though, be cautious and do not allow Alyss to find out. She is the Will of the Abyss -she runs this school as our president so we can't afford for her to know- she will try and stop us. Again, Miranda should be able to get around her being the vice president, but do be careful all the same."

"I will see it done." Lotti said, rising from the chair. Clasping her ring leader's hand in hers, she gave it a peck before backing away to the door. Glen returned to what he had been doing previous, picking up his book and shoving it into his lap to continue reading silently. For a few moments longer, Lotti just stared in awe at him, feeling her heart swell, then she left feeling pleased and excited. This time tomorrow, she would be witnessing Lacie in tears and she would be pleased. Glen-sama would be pleased and he would smile at Lotti. She would be the one to make him happy.

Well, I hope you enjoyed that and I will endeaver to update as soon as I can, depending on reviews and replies, etc. If you like, please let me know and I will continue! I appreciate all criticism, good and bad so...go for it! R&R as you wish and also, any ideas/tips/requests for the plot and where to go later on in this will be great appreciated as the plot is not in contrete yet :) Thank you for reading!

~NightshadeTwiningTheRosary~