Warmth

Gilbert sat on his bed, his eyes focused solely on the small picture of his precious one standing on the nightstand. On his lap was resting a small bowl filled with warm soup that was currently serving as a heater for his hands. It wasn't even that much and Gil doubted it was as delicious as it could have been, if it weren't for Alice stuffing almost all of his supplies in her annoying face.

However, having to go to the market place and buy new food was not what annoyed Gil. Having to eat that 'soup' wasn't what annoyed him, either.

It was his pathetic behavior.

He, Gilbert Nightray, was 24 years old and jealous over a chain girl without manners. But his jealousy got some point, right? It wasn't him who Oz was sharing his bed with. It wasn't he who got to be hold when waking up from a nightmare. The worst of all today was that Alice and Oz were both sleeping in his apartment, next to his room. And it were their voices he could hear. Oz telling Alice a story, voice laced with love and tender emotion. How Gil longed to be the one receiving those feelings from Oz. But it was that stupid chain, not him. That girl who "was his Master's sun".

The raven-haired really started to hate her more and more as time went on.

I need to go for a walk. Immediately.

Gil feared he would kill the girl, when he remained near her. Jealousy just got the best of him.

The night air was biting, wind wiping at his face and the stars sending their light coldly down to earth. Even the moon, Gil thought, was smiling at his cruel fate. Why couldn't he be in love with some daughter of the Baskerville's or some of his cousins? Then he wouldn't have to worry about ending up heartbroken ever again, because he could have the girl if he wanted. One word to the head and he'd have her on a silver platter. Fate, however, was an unkind woman, who thought it better to let him be in love with his Master, who in return, seemed to harbor no such feelings for him, but for that rabbit girl.

Inhaling the smoke of his cigarette, he enjoyed the stinging sensation four cigarettes in a row could have and he smiled. Normally he would become sick from so many at the same time, but he wouldn't notice it, since he already was love sick.

"Gil! There you are!"

Horrified Gil recognized the voice calling out to him as Oz' voice and he thought about running away for a moment, but Oz grabbed his coat before his legs would move so Oz had taken his chance of running away.

"What's the matter, Gil? What are doing out here?"

Gil found himself unable of answering. Why? Why was he here? Shouldn't he be with Alice?

"Gil... Were you crying?"

Suddenly Gil noticed the burning tears on his face. They were warm when coming out of his eyes and getting colder when nearing the end of his face. With shaking fingers he followed the thin trail of his sorrow written on his face. When...?

"Gil... answer me. Now!"

"I...I... don't know...," the raven-haired whispered.

"Come on, we should get home. There you can tell me what happened."

Gil only nodded and followed Oz through narrow streets, not even remembering having walked them.

When they arrived at his apartment, Gil only thought about how warm Oz' hands were. How much better he felt, while holding that small hand in his. It felt so good he didn't want to ever let that hand go.

But Oz let go, Oz broke away from their bond and it suddenly hurt again.

"Don't let go," he whispered, desperately, pleadingly. "Please, Oz. Don't let my hand go."

He's just like when he was fourteen. I wonder what has happened to him.

Oz felt so much sympathy for Gil right now. He knew something was up since his meeting with his brother this morning. But Gil wouldn't tell him. He simply wouldn't tell him what happened.

"Don't worry."

Taking Gil's hand, Oz smiled, surprised at how warm he felt from the inside, when he held Gil's hand. It was calloused from all the work Gil executed, that didn't bother him, though. He loved his servant's touch. He simply loved it and he hated the fact that he was still in the body of a fifteen-year-old boy, while Gil was an adult already.

"I won't let you go."

I miss teasing Gil. I miss sneaking into his bed and holding him in my arms, pressing his body against mine. I miss seeing him in those sweet sailor suits he used to wear. There isn't even enough time to say what I miss seeing and doing with Gil.

But the thing I miss the most now, is that I can't read him as clearly as I could when he was still young. Now he can hide things from me that seem important. I wouldn't even know it was him, if it weren't for that encounter in the old mansion.

Oz held Gil's hand gently, leading him to the older one's bedroom. When Gil was finally seated on his bed, Oz crossed his arms and looked at Gil, sternly.

"Now, you tell me, what it is that made you so upset."

"I really... don't know...," Gilbert, answered, whispering. Oh, knew exactly what was causing his tears. He knew where that pain came from.

"Don't give me that, Gilbert. I know exactly that you know, so just tell me. We're friends, aren't we? And friends tell each other when they have problems."

"But you will hate me," now Gilbert started crying again. Damnit! I am a grown man. I can't cry all the time!

Oz only shook his head. How could Gil think like that? He would never hate his servant and best friend. The person he held dear the most. Gilbert was the person who had promised him an eternity of servitude and friendship and he held that promise. It was ten years. It had been ten long years that they were separated and Gilbert still wanted to be with him. How could he possibly hate his Gilbert?

"I could never hate you, you hear me, Gil? I could never, ever hate you. No matter what."

When Gil was about to speak, Oz silenced him, pressing a finger to his lips.

"And if it is about that "I betrayed you, I am a Nightray thing", let me tell you that I don't care what your family dictates you, because you are Gil, and Gil belongs to me."

Yes, Gil definitely belongs to me and to me alone. He is my best friend and my servant. He is the one that will always be by my side.

The blond boy could see Gil swallow. His raven-haired friend was indeed nervous. Was it that bad? That secret of his?

"I... I..."

"You?"

"...love you."

Oz smiled warmly, shaking his head again and kneeling before Gil who looked down, hiding his face behind his shaggy bangs.

"I already know that, Gil. You told me a lot of times, when we were younger."

Finally, Gil looked up to him, and Oz thought the matter to be done and over with. It was late and even though his mind was still working, he wasn't as quick as he used to be when having rested. But the next thing was something he didn't expect.

"Not like that, Oz. Love as in lovers. Love as in sharing kisses, touches and all."

And now it was Oz' turn to swallow. When they were younger, it was all Oz would dream about at night. Having Gil under him, squirming and moaning from pleasure. He imagined how it would feel, dominating his servant completely and making him his, fully his. Gil was property and he wanted to claim him in every way possible. He was terribly in love with Gil and wanted nothing more than ravish the cute boy, ten years ago. It hadn't changed at all through all this time, but Gil was now an adult and he was still just a kid.

I may be physically fifteen but that doesn't stop the fantasies. It doesn't stop my longing for him, his love and his body. And his age doesn't change the fact that he still Gil. So, with Gil being Gil and in love with me, I can still have him my way. What a lucky day...

I knew it. He's disgusted! Why didn't I just lie?

Because of Oz' silence Gil became more and more uncertain with every passing minute. When he was at the brink of running away, Oz' face was adorned by a smirk. The raven-haired didn't know what to do, or to think of that, so he started to try and back away, only placing himself further on the bed.

"Hm... I like where this goes."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Gil was confused. What did he mean? What did Oz plan to do now?

"You love me, don't you?" Oz only asked, stepping closer to the bed, closer to Gil.

"...Y-Yes," Gil truthfully answered, albeit, embarrassed.

"Then close your eyes, Gil."

Even though Gil didn't trust the situation fully, he still did as he was told. Closing his eyes he waited for whatever was about to come.

He did expect a slap, or some prank, or anything, but a kiss. Oz gave him a kiss. A sweet one at first, before the blond took his face in his hands and kissed him with more passion, more fire, more heat, more hunger.

Gil was taken aback and couldn't grasp what was happening to him. Oz was kissing him.

He's kissing me. He's kissing me. He's kissing –

"One, respond to the kisses, the person you love gives you. Two, open your mouth, Gil. I want to kiss you, all tongue and teeth," Oz whispered, before sealing their lips in a kiss again. This time, though, Gil responded, throwing his arms around Oz' neck and relishing in the feeling, even though, he believed it was a dream.

If this is a dream... please make it last!

When Oz' body straddled his and the younger one started to unbutton his dress shirt, Gil finally woke from his trance and stopped his Master.

"Wait... We.. we..."

"Oh no, Gil. You can't back away from this," Oz purred seductively. "When you tell me such important things you have to face the consequences."

Nibbling on Gil's earlobe, Oz waited for his servant's protest, which was surely about to come.

"But..."

"No 'But'. You don't know how many times I woke from fantasies about you, how many nights I spent pleasuring myself thinking about you. Oh, you can't imagine what I want to do to you and I will do everything on my mind and more, now that you've confessed to me."

So he really loves me back? He... loves me?

Now that he knows, I can have him, right?

"So now if you want it or not I will take what is rightfully mine, my sweet Gil."

Despite Gil's nervous face, he was eager when kissing him back and it pleased Oz. It pleased him immensely. When he thought Gil was distracted enough, he continued unbuttoning Gil's shirt so he could finally touch him. Feel and kiss his skin. Caress and worship him, as he deserved.

When the offending article of clothing was out of the way, Oz broke the kiss to start caressing Gil's neck, marking the pale skin several times on his way down to Gil's chest, where he finally stopped to admire Gil's body and the marks he left on the other male. However, there was an ugly scar making him halt immediately. He had done this and he wanted to make up for it. But before he was able to, a loud cry broke through the apartment.

"Oz! Where the bloody hell are you? If you've gone off with the stupid seaweed head again, I will kick your stupid manservant ass!"

Sighing Oz thought about staying the way they were until Alice would decide to go to bed again, but then he remembered that the door wasn't locked. Alice surely would barge into the room and completely destroy their moment of privacy (even if the door would have been locked, Alice would have torn it down somehow, so it didn't matter anyway. She was going to destroy their moment). So kissing his servant a last and passionate time, Oz got up to leave the room, throwing Gil's coat over his shoulders so he could hide his erection. The blond boy could clearly see that his servant didn't want him to leave, but he had to. He didn't want to see his dearest friend and lover fight another one of his dear friends.

"Hey, Gil."

Frustrated, jealous and angry Gil shot his Master only a short glance, because he knew it would only end in him begging Oz on his knees to don't leave him, to stay with him and warm him.

"Prepare for a date, tomorrow. Sharon's taking Alice to the theater so we will have the whole day for us."

Gil swallowed and blushed at the thought of what Oz might have in store for him.

"Good night, Gil. Have a nice and good rest, you'll need the energy for tomorrow."

With that said Oz stepped outside the room, not looking back, because he knew he would finally do what his heart told him to do – well, his groin did tell him the same, but even louder -, go and simply fuck his cute servant.

"Yeah, yeah, Alice. I'm coming..."

Immediately after Oz had closed the door a pillow came flying through the room and hit the door, while the other pillow on the bed was used as a muffle for his frustrated scream. It wasn't because of his arousal, it was because he could have had Oz all for himself, his love, his warmth, his body and then that stupid rabbit had to disturb their peace! Saying he was mad at the girl would be a harsh understatement he was fuming from anger.

Sighing he turned to his side, catching sight of the soup he had left before leaving his apartment in a rush to escape his depressing thoughts; he grabbed the bowl and ate the soup. It was cold, but at least there weren't clumps of fat in it, since Alice had eaten away all the meat in his house.

After having finished his bowl, he decided to go to the kitchen, clean up a little, since he could hear Oz talking to Alice, again in that gentle tone that made him more than jealous. Oz was supposed to be with him not her.

However, she was Oz' friend and therefore he wouldn't dare to really harm her. Oz cared for her, so in the end Gil couldn't do anything.

Why am I in love with him again?

The next day, Gil awoke feeling utterly tense. He hadn't slept well, because of the jealousy eating away at his heart, so, when the sun sent his light through the little hole in his curtain, he groaned annoyed and pondered for a moment, whether it would be a good idea to just sleep in or not. In the end, though, he still got up, when he remembered Oz and Alice next room, probably curled up next to one another under the protection of the covers.

It made jealousy spark inside Gilbert again. For how long did he know Oz exactly? The raven-haired didn't understand how the boy could get under his skin without Gil being able to do anything against it. He was desperately in love with the boy since that one day.

Gil's Memory~

The day Oz had decided to run away with Gil. Oz said it would be a new adventure and that they would be home by dinnertime. But they got lost and had to sleep in a cave which was neither comfortable nor really safe. Gil felt like freezing to death when he cowered in some corner of the dark cave, scared and worried sick over his Master.

What if he catches a cold?

Worried over his Master who tried to make a fire, he walked over to him shaking while undressing of his jacket. Gently laying it over his Master's shoulders even though he instantly felt colder now that he stood there without his jacket, he smiled and remained near his Master. Oz was warm; Oz was just like the sun. He might burn him sometimes, but without Oz, he knew he wouldn't be alive anymore. In a world without sun, staggering through the darkness, your chances of life nearly were nullified.

"Gil? What are you doing?"

"I don't want Young Master to freeze, so I...," Gil didn't finish the sentence, a blush starting to form on his cheeks. Suddenly he felt very embarrassed by his actions.

"I can see you shiver from here..." Oz mumbled and finally had the fire going. Proud with his work he smiled brightly and looked back at Gil.

"Come here, the best way to warm up is to share body warmth."

Again Gil blushed and at first wanted to back away from Oz, but then Oz pulled him towards his body and hugged him closely.

"It's the Master's duty to protect his servants."

It wasn't the first time for Oz to protect Gil, but for Gil it was the first time, he felt that he, if only just for a second, could accept the warmth his Master provided him with. It was the first time for Gil that Oz made his heart do somersaults in his chest and butterflies rose within his stomach dancing a happy dance.

"Thank you, Oz..."

Gil didn't remember exactly what had happened the day Oz was taken to the Abyss, but he remembered everything else he had experienced together with Oz. Especially that day. It was the day when he fell for Oz. He remembered the feeling of waking up next to Oz, head resting on the older teen's chest. Even though he there was kind of soreness creeping into his body, he felt content waking up with his love.

Sighing, he finally got out of bed and started with bathing, then the housework followed and then he woke up Alice and Oz.

"Get up, you two. Breakfast is ready and Sharon will be here in a few hours."

"Get out, stupid seaweed...," Alice mumbled annoyed and grabbed the also sleeping Oz.

Gil decided to ignore that Alice's hands were on his Master's body.

"If you rather have Break wake you up..."

In an instant, Alice was up and threw Gil and Oz out of her room, so she could get dressed.

"Morning...," Oz groggily mumbled and gave Gil a chaste kiss on the lips before whispering: "I hope you're ready for our day."

Leaving Gil behind with a smug smile Oz made his way to the bathroom so he could get dressed himself and fresh for a day with his beloved.

I can't remember the last time I was that happy.


Soww... here`s the first chapter. I don't know when the second will be on, because I have to study for a test on friday (Oh my God... I can't believe it... why do I have to study for this shit all the time? I don't even know for what I should use it... physics just isn't my kind of thing!)

Hopefully you liked it :D

Have a nice weekend Moyashi Core