This fic was actually inspired by two things, the song "Fashion" by Lady Gaga and a Pandora Hearts AMV I saw on YouTube to that song with Break. (www (dot) youtube (dot) com/watch?v=yPy7yCPfyiw) Of course, I was thinking, "Actually, I'd really like to see the clothesoff, noton."
Hope all you fans enjoy well, hope all you writers write some of this couple for ME to read! And read on...
Fashion Trouble
"Oz-kun?"
Said boy looked up at his name, ripped and dirty shirt sliding off his shoulders in preparation to change, seeing the silver-haired clown they fondly refer to as "Break."
Oh, wait, that was supposed to be "the silver-haired Break they fondly refer to as 'Clown.'" Uh… Works either way.
Hey… Why was Break here? Whatever, the man had the strange tendency to appear in strange places.
Anyways, despite Oz's thoughts on the other names that he could use as "endearments" for the man, Break suddenly appeared in front of him with a piece of clothing that Oz, in his personal interest, is never interested in seeing ever again. For, in the Clown's hands, he held the single most horrible invention on Earth.
A corset.
Why would Oz know why the corset was the single most horrible invention on Earth? From personal experience, of course. Uncle Oscar was a strange man with strange ways and strange plans, one of which involved him sneaking into what was supposed to be an all girl's party held by one of the daughters of the Duke's. Why he had to sneak in he does not remember now, for all he can seem to remember now is dressing as a girl, corset included, and sneaking in to find that it was not an all girl's party, but an men only drinking club meeting.
Oz will never again forget the affects of a single woman (or a single boy dressed as a single woman) on a herd of old, wasted, men.
And the corset. The corset had been, by far, the worst. Running away from the men in a corset, which was nearly impossible.
So, with the sight of Break standing in front of him with the contraption known as a corset, this was sure to be another horrifying situation at the least. More so since it involved Break.
"No." Break just grinned, something Oz would always question as to whether it was permanently frozen there or if Break was always seemed to be on a little too much Prozac, and then he just held it up to Oz's chest, as if to compare the size.
"Ah, but Oz-kun would look quite cute in it, ne, Emily?" Break chuckled silently, the blue doll cackling out her agreement on his shoulder.
"I'm never wearing that thing again!" Oz scowled, turning away from the sight of it as he went back to riffling through his clothes once again, in a giant walk in closet that only a young man of the Bezarius family would possess.
Break blinked, surprise actually managing to appear on his face for a moment before it was quickly replaced by a mischievous grin once more, turning to give Emily a brief nod before reaching up and placing her on a shelf higher up. Then he pushed her farther away from the edge to keep her from Oz's sight and them from her sight. Turning back to the teen, his grin turned into a much more scary smirk as he reached forward and wrapped his arms around the young Bezarius's shoulders, dangling the corset right in front of the blonde, "What would you mean by 'again?'"
Oz suddenly turned a bit red at that, resisting the urge to shutter from how close the man was to his half naked body, then grinned up at the silver-haired man, shrugging his arms off, "Ah, nothing much, just one of Uncle Oscar's crazy plans."
Break scowled at him, not happy about merely being shrugged off by the young Bezarius. He wouldn't settle for this, however, he did have a goal in pulling the corset out in the first place. His grin soon returned, deciding someone like Oz, a boy who accepted situations perhaps a bit too easily and didn't really become embarrassed by anything much, would call for a more… direct approach.
Break's hand roughly gripped the blonde's shoulder, causing the teen to flinch slightly in surprise, and then threw his back against the wall next to the rack he was standing next to. Oz had a brief, momentary thought of something along the lines of Break finally snapping and becoming even more insane than he presently was, but it was quickly erased.
In fact, all thought was pretty much erased, being replaced by some more questionable… things. One of which being a mouth, against his to be specific, and a tongue, in his mouth and it was moving (oh, man was it moving), and a leg nudging up in a direction Oz would probably regret not stopping later (if he still had this little bit of thought left by that point) and—
"Ah!" Oz gasped as Break's hand slid down, along his belly to just dip the tip of his finger into his belly button, causing the blonde's hips to suddenly buck against…
Oz's face turned bright red, his hands flying up to cover his mouth in shock for the horribly pathetic noise he had just made, staring up at the silver-haired clown with the exact expression you would use to describe a deer in headlights… only with a redder face.
Maybe the deer is Rudolph?
Now Break's thoughts were wandering just a bit too much, he still had a goal he was aiming for. He held the corset by it's strings in front of the teen once again, watching as Oz's eyes drifted to watch it hang there with something akin to confusion. The confusion was traded for an almost horror-stricken look before Break even got the chance to speak, "Oz-kun, the corset is in the highest of fashions, and with your clothes just being so outdated and all, I'm sure it would look just lovely on you. Are you sure you don't want to just try it on once more to show Miss Sharon, and Miss Alice, and maybe… young Gilbert?"
Oz's face seemed to turn even more red at the mention of his friends, all of which were waiting for him to finish changing into cleaner clothing, his being dirtied from the last chain they had destroyed in search of Alice's memories. He quickly shook his head a negative, not trusting his voice while the clown was so close and, apparently, prepared to do quite a bit to make the younger teen wear the damned corset.
"Really?" Break leaned down and slammed Oz's hands against the wall behind him, to catch the teen's lips once more, kissing him with a gentleness that seemed to genuinely surprise the blonde. Before lightly nipping his lip and all but forcing his tongue into the other's mouth once again, making the blonde shutter as he felt the tip of Break's tongue run across the roof of his mouth. Oz felt his head press against the wall behind him, reassuring him off the headache he would surely have, but the overall effect was making him more light-headed than anything.
Or maybe that was the kiss…
Either way, Oz nearly screamed (in what he would later rationalize to himself as surprise) when Break's knee moved up. As in up there. Slowly rubbing and making the teen's legs start to feel slightly weak, Oz felt the light headedness triple, Break finally pulling away for a moment just to smirk at the younger boy. He held the corset up again, knee still moving and making Oz bite his lip and shudder occasionally, "Do you really not want to wear the corset, Oz-kun? I really do think it'd look good on you, don't you agree?"
The blonde shook his head negative again, gasping as the knee suddenly became more rough, he hadn't realized when he had started to move against it either, but stopping now was a bit too much to ask of him at this point. Break leaned down with yet another grin, this one seeming more evil than the last, almost reminding Oz of his own evil look that he used to throw at Gil, but he wouldn't do this to Gil.
Oh, no, definitely not this.
Break lightly kissed the side of his neck, making Oz flinch in slight surprise, then continued to kiss up, moving down seeming to be too difficult with his knees and hands in the position they were. Oz's teeth dug into his lip painfully, squeezing his eyes shut in an effort to resist the urges as Break's mouth gently sucked on his earlobe, then licked up the side slowly. He moved down along his neck once again, dropping his knee and making Oz release a pitiful whimper that he would most definitely deny for the rest of his life, and the silver-haired man moved along to the collarbone, his playfulness increasing as he caught sight of the teen's chest rising and falling rapidly.
Smirking, he continued moving down, dragging the tip of his tongue down the other's sternum until he reached one perk nipple (which Oz would later explain was only that way from it being too cold in the… closet) and swirled his tongue around it. Oz made a throaty sound before quickly snapping his mouth shut again, making Break frown slightly.
The man leaned up towards the blonde's face once again, putting his leg in the same spot as it was earlier, making the teen squeeze his eyes shut yet again. He grinned impishly as he allowed his breath caress the teen's face, "Why won't you wear the corset, Oz-kun? We should get you out of these disgusting clothes and into something much more lovely. You would look simply deliciousin such high fashion, won't you just wear it for me?" In all reality, no, Break really didn't think that last one would work alone, so he was sure to add the last part in quickly, "If you don't want to wear it, I could just stop trying to convince you." This was emphasized with a rather rougher rub with his leg, drawing yet another throaty groan from the young Bezarius.
"No…" Oz finally panted out, immediately biting his lip once again afterwards to suppress anymore unwanted noise. Break's grin spread across his face, making him seem ten times more evil than he humanly should, he gripped the teen's wrists tighter and threw him on his stomach to the floor. Oz grunted and moved to jump up and away from the older man, but Break quickly decided to take a seat…
On Oz's butt. Which was incredibly uncomfortable to the younger, but the clown seemed to be quite content with the seat. Then he picked up the contraption, which he had never seen dropped, with an expression that would surely haunt Oz's nightmares for years.
"I'm glad you've agreed, Oz-kun…"
Gil scowled in annoyance as he stomped his way towards where he remembered Oz's room to be, the stupid rabbit and Sharon following quickly after him. Granted, this situation wouldn't be as annoying if it was just Sharon he had been abandoned with, but the stupid rabbit was always grating on his last nerve, always calling him "Seaweed-Head."
His head did not look like seaweed!
Either way, all three had been waiting more than long enough for Oz's return from simply changing his clothes. Sharon had oh, so helpfully supplied a teasing remark that Break would say in the situation, one about Oz being short enough to be buried underneath an avalanche of clothing in the closet and left there to suffocate to his death, which lead to Gil eventually believing may have actually happened…
Mostly because his master HAS BEEN GONE FOR HALF AN HOUR.
If, maybe, his master had been a woman, than maybe he wouldn't be so concerned. But not only was Oz neither concerned with high fashion very much, nor the idea of his clothes looking anything but really cool and sometimes heroic, but Oz was known to get into trouble when left alone.
That, and Sharon had just told them two minutes ago that she had no idea where Break was, which lead to Gil and Alice thinking the worst.
Finally reaching the room, Gil burst through the door and immediately started heading for the closet, a room in and of itself, when he stopped. Alice stopped. Sharon smiled… a little creepily, too.
"Break! Stop! It's too much!" The whine came from the closet (an ironic joking going through Gil's mind about how his master and Break were doing some unmentionable things in a closet of all places), making the three just continue to stare at it.
"Just a little more, Oz-kun, it'll get better."
…
"Oh my…" Sharon giggled, a delighted smile popping onto her face, "Perhaps we shouldn't disturb—"
"CLOWN! YOU'RE DEFILLING MY MANSERVANT!" Alice kicked down the door, stomping in with a still slightly shell-shocked Gil behind her.
"OZ!" They stopped when they saw the scene, all of them even more surprised than they had been previously thinking.
Break sat on Oz's butt, Oz spread out on his stomach in front of him, a corset wrapped around the young Bezarius's middle and pulled tight with the laces still in Break's hands. However, his hands were also being tied by the laces, so it lead to some controversial thinking among the three witnesses.
Sharon believed Break had finally found love… And Oz was most likely a victim.
Alice believed Break had finally snapped and decided to try and make his first victim Oz.
Gilbert… decided he was going to try and forget the scene.
The silver-haired man simply chuckled at them, "Now what was Alice-kun and Little Gilbert thinking, such dirty minds."
Looking down again, Break tied the laces into a knot and grinned at the finished product: Oz, tied up, vulnerable, blushing and aroused. Too bad it seemed like he wouldn't be able to fulfill the rest of his aim at this moment.
But… There was a particularly rough chain Pandora was looking to get rid of, one that could potentially lead to Oz needing to change his clothes again. And Break was always willing to help the young boy out with his seemingly obvious fashion troubles.
