On the edge of paradise.
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He could feel it.
Gilbert could feel it.
The smell, the taste, the heat...
Gilbert kissed back. The way that all of this felt was like nothing Gilbert had ever experienced in his life.
Not many people get to feel like this.
Oz had know since he met Gilbert that he wanted him. And by wanting him he knew it meant in his bed. Gilbert was a good looking, well-built man.
So he went over and talked to Gilbert, got him away from his brother, then he got him into a car and into Oz's older brothers house. And all in an hours time too.
Jack would be so pleased to see his little brother has gotten better at getting victims...I mean men into the house without being noticed too much. And that is how they got to there current place. On a bed. With Oz on top of Gilbert kissing him roughly. Oz started to unbutton Gilbert's shirt. Gilbert moaned and let Oz remove all his clothing. Gilbert could feel it.
On the edge of paradise, poison burning in my veins.
It was a sharp, quick, nearly painless poke.
It felt almost as if it hadn't happened.
Oz walked out of the room, sending a cocky smirk to his big brother.
"Like the rest?" Jack asked, looking at Oz. Oz looked at him with a small gleam in his eye.
"No leave him there." Oz said, his smirk growing. Jack smirked and looked at him with a mistavis grin.
"Oh so that's how it is." Jack said. Oz took one last look at him before walking down the hall.
He's it...
I wrote this while I had a headache so if it looks worse the most the time that is why.
I hope you like it.
I did try to make it good.