Hi again peoples. Alright so I wasn't originally planning on posting this but my friend really liked it (she loves this couple) and I figured what the hell? So here it is! Enjoy ^-^

I was extremely tired and it was extremely late. I wandered through the shell of a building, a ghost in the city of sleep. The halls of the house were eerily silent as every normal person I knew was sleeping, dreaming of whatever they wanted but could not have, peacefully unaware that once they woke up, that dream would be gone.

Dreaming is the reason I myself was awake. I had had yet another dream about a certain silver haired man I knew and had grown to love. I don't quite know when I had fallen for the candy addict, but one day, when we were on a mission together and he nearly died, I realized it'd kill me to lose him. It killed me to love him too. He never noticed my feelings and I couldn't ever tell him them, either. I could not bring myself to destroy what relationship I had with him on the slim chance that he would return my feelings. So every night I would torture myself until I fell asleep and could dream of the love perpetually out of my reach.

I sighed in annoyance and fisted my hand in my raven hair. Slowing my wandering and leaning against a wall, I lit a cigarette and took a long, soothing drag. I watched as the embers fell from it and danced through the darkness of the hall before snuffing out, suicidal in their beauty. As I watched the young fire, I thought about my situation. What the hell was wrong with me anyway? How could I have fallen for such a man? Everyone thought I was in love with Oz, which was the farthest from the truth. It is true that at some point I had grown to love the Vessalius boy, but it was only as a friend or brother, nothing more. I wasn't even close to thinking of him that way. It fuckin killed me when I was in the same room as him and I couldn't even be near him.

Sighing, I removed my hand from my hair and examined the area of the house I was in. Once I realized where I was my heart practically stopped working. I was leaning on the wall outside of his room. I muttered a million silent profanities. Of course. Of course I just had to be outside of hisGoddamn room. Closing my lips even tighter around my cigarette, I let my eyes slowly wander to the shiny doorknob of my favorite person's bedroom. I really wanted to open the door. He was asleep anyway. But what if he wasn't? Knowing my luck, the infuriating man would be awake and I'd never hear the end of it if he caught me. I sweat dropped as I thought of all the annoying things he could do. Would it be worth it? In answer, my hand silently closed around the cool metal of the doorknob and, after just a moment's hesitation, I turned it, slipping into an even deeper darkness.

I turned and let my eyes adjust to the darkness of Xerxes Break's bedroom as the door closed with a quiet and seemingly final click behind me. Once my eyes had adjusted, I scanned Break's messy room. Clothes were thrown everywhere, hanging on the backs of chairs, on his desk, all over the floors, and somehow, there was what appeared to be a pair of bunny boxers hanging from the chandelier. Only Break, I thought, smiling slightly and shaking my head. I then noticed his bookshelf, which was overflowing with books and documents, and Emily sitting on the nightstand by his bed. Finally, after my eyes had seen everything else in the room, they slid over to the bed where Break was snoring in an adorable fashion.

I took a step forward, watching Break as he breathed peacefully and the moonlight reflected off of his silver hair. When I was fairly close to the bed and had made it through the minefield that was his bedroom floor, I felt my legs tangle in something. My balance was thrown off and, despite my best efforts; I fell to the floor with a disturbingly loud thud, somehow managing to pull Break off of his bed in the process…and he was now half awake, shirtless, and on top of me.

If I could have died from embarrassment, I would have been dead about a hundred times over. However, I wasn't that lucky, so I ended up silently praying that God would strike me down with lightning and then make it rain so that it could stop the flaming blush that was painted all over my face. Cussing loudly, I tried pushing Break off of me. "I-I'm sorry, I tripped and I-I totally wasn't watching you sleep or anything! I just came looking for something and I-I got lost! Yeah, I got lost and…."

Break cut me off, laughing and saying, "What the hell, Gilbert? It's the middle of the fuckin night. And what do you mean you weren't watching me sleep? I look sooo sexy when I sleep." He winked and my blush grew ten times brighter. Not only from the sexy comment but from the fact that he was still on top of me and way too fuckin adorable when he's half awake.

"G-get off pervert! And you do not look sexy when you sleep! Why the hell would you even say that?! Do you even know what you look like when you sleep," I babbled, trying to hide my embarrassment with the current situation.

"But Gil you're so comfy," Break whined, burying his face in my chest and wrapping his arms around me.

"Wh-what are you doing?! I said let me go!" I was trying not to sound nervous, but my voice wasn't really working.

"C'mon Gil! Why can't I use you as a pillow? I'm sooo tired and like I said, you're sooo comfy. And you owe me for waking me up at this ungodly hour." He continued to use his whiny little kid voice as he buried his face deeper into my chest. He looked up at me from his one good eye and he put on a pouty face that made my attention go to his lips, which was not a good place for it to be. I really wanted to kiss him, but I refused to make this awkward situation worse.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you high or something? Drunk maybe? Are you even Break," I asked the man snuggling against my chest.

"How could I be drunk or high if I just woke up, idiot? And I take your answer to be a yes, birdie boy," he said drowsily, his eye only a small slit.

"Break," I hissed in aggravation. "You can be drunk or high at any time of the day and you know it! This is you we're talking about after all. And did you seriously just call me birdie boy!? Are you kidding me!? And will you please for the love of God get off!" I was extremely uncomfortably comfortable. My voice was barely working and Break wasn't helping by being clingy and adorable. All I wanted was one of two things, number one being that he let go of me so that I could get the hell out of there and hope that when he woke up in the morning he'd think this was all a dream; two being that he wasn't joking about me being a pillow and letting me stay. I really liked option number two, but it just felt so wrong. Why the sudden change in Break?

"I will not get off," he whined, "because you are going to be my pillow and because I don't want you to go! You're mine! Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!" He then tightened his grip around my throat and pulled my head forward so that his face was resting in the crook of my neck. I could feel his warm breath on my exposed neck and as his lips brushed the skin there I shivered.

"I am not yours and there is no way in hell that I'm going to be your pillow," I said, my voice cracking and my blush deepening.

Whywhywhywhywhy, I thought frantically, my heart hammering in my chest as I looked longingly toward the door, the only thing signifying sanity. It was then that I realized that Break's normally cool skin felt extremely warm. Looking down at him, I placed my hand on his forehead and noticed that he had a fever; which, in a way, made me feel slightly better, and in another, crushed my soul.

"Break, are you sick," I asked him, this time slightly less panicky.

He laughed childishly. "Nope! Of course not! Why would you even say such a thing," he asked, still sounding stupid, his tongue thick with drowsiness.

I sighed. "Break, lets stand up, okay?"

He turned his face up to mine, still wearing a pout, and said, "No, you'll leave me. And I won't let you do that cause you're mine."

I sighed again, still blushing and uncomfortable with Break's close proximity. "If I promise not to leave can we stand up?"

Break looked as suspicious as a half awake person can, and said carefully, "Promise?"

"I promise," I said, feeling like I was talking to a five year old. An amazingly hot five year old that I just happen to love. Anyway…

"Okay," he said grudgingly. "But only cause you promised."

He then shifted his weight slightly so I could sit up. Our new position was him straddling my lap, looking drowsy and cautious, and me leaning back on my arms and examining the room. "Break, we really need to stand up. Can you do that for me?"

Break looked at me and smiled. "Of course. Anything for my Gil."

I blushed and looked away as he awkwardly climbed off of me, trying not to stumble in his partial slumber. I then stood up and turned to face Break, surprised to find him right in front of me. Slightly startled, I took a step back and stumbled over another random object. I looked down and found Emily, no longer on the nightstand, but on the floor. She had tripped me! Damn her! Stupid Emily! That evil little doll was the reason I was in this mess! I was pulled from my internal ranting by Break's head thudding lightly against my chest and him mumbling, "Giiilll! I don't feel good. Make me feel better!"

"U-uum okay Break. I'll help you feel better. Go lay down and I'll…do….something," I muttered awkwardly. He looked up at me, still drowsily suspicious.

"You won't leave me?"

"I would never leave you Break," I said quietly, my head down and my bangs shielding my eyes.

"Yaaay, Gil loves me. He'll never leave," Break said happily, stumbling toward his bed and falling onto the mattress face first. I smiled a little despite myself and then turned and exited the room, leaving the door cracked open to reassure Break that I was coming back, before I walked down the hall to the bathroom. I wet a cool towel and then went back to Break's room.

When I entered the room Break was leaning against the headboard and blinking drowsily. I walked over to the bed and sat next to him, placing the wet rag on his forehead and pushing his bangs away from his eyes."Do you feel better now," I asked.

"Yeah I do." He smiled.

"Good," I said, standing up and getting ready to leave. As I was walking away, I felt Break grab the back of my coat and tug. I turned and faced him. "Don't leave. Please," he said quietly. "I don't wanna be alone anymore."

I looked down at the man I loved, and I knew that he didn't love me and that for the sake of my friendship with him, I should refuse him and leave the room…but I couldn't. I'd dreamt of being able to hug him and kiss him and just be his closest companion for so long, and even if it was only for one night, I was okay with it. I sighed, bracing myself for my decision and hoping that in the morning the outcome of this wouldn't be too bad. "Yeah, I'll stay. Scoot over."

He complied, silently moving over and then lifting the blanket, offering me space. I crawled into the warmth of the bed and I swear to God my soul felt complete. Break wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my chest. That night, I fell asleep to the sweet scent of candy and I've never slept better.

The next morning I woke up to an empty bed. Shitshitshitshitshit, I thought frantically. Maybe Break won't tell anyone, I thought, hoping I was right.

I exited Break's room and walked to the main dining room. It was empty except for a silver haired man, much to my relief. Break was sitting at the table, eating breakfast. I futilely hoped that he wouldn't hear me and I could sneak by without him noticing, but luck wasn't on my side.

He turned to face me, his gold eye amused and glinting. "So you slept with me last night, hmmm?"

I blushed scarlet. "O-oh y-yeah. You were sick and you asked me to stay and I didn't want to leave you while you weren't feeling good…." I trailed off, my head down, my face hidden from view.

Break stood from his chair and walked slowly towards me, Emily resting on his shoulder, wickedly smirking at me. "If I recall correctly, you were the one who entered my room, at an ungodly hour, and watched me sexily sleep."

"You are not sexy when you sleep! We've been through this!" My blush was deepening by the minute and it was only getting worse as he got closer.

"Oh really? That's a shame cause you look really sexy when you sleep. I found last night comfortable. It's not bad sleeping next to you." He was now in front of me and he was bending down to try and look into my eyes.

"S-shut up! Jesus! I was trying to be nice! And now you're fuckin teasing me for it." I looked another way and Break caught my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"I'm just kidding Gil. You know I love you." He looked serious, and my heart was beating insanely fast. I wanted to believe it but every part of me was screaming that it was too good to be true.

"N-no you don't. Quit screwing with me!"

Break frowned slightly. "I'm not screwing with you."

"Oh bull shit! God just leave me alone!" I pushed past him but he caught me around the waist and forced me to face him, crashing his mouth to mine. I stood frozen for a second, too shocked to move, before I kissed him back. When he pulled away, he smirked and said, "Told you so."

I blushed and just nodded. "Awww c'mon Gil, aren't you gonna say you love me back?"

My blush somehow got even deeper. I shook my head, completely mute. "Giiiillll," he whined. I continued to shake my head, but Break just pouted. "Okay, I guess you just don't love me back and you're gonna leave me right…..," he trailed off and then looked dejectedly at me.

"N-no that's not it…Break…..I-I-I l-love y-you. I would never leave you," I stuttered out in a whisper.

He smirked, hugging me and whispering in my ear, "I know. You promised." I blushed madly at the realization that he remembered everything from last night, but I was ultimately happy. We stood like that for quite a while, just holding each other, until Break let me go, turning and walking back towards his breakfast. When he reached his seat, he turned to me and patted the one next to him.

I shook my head. "I'm sorry but I can't. I've got a bunch of work to do and I need to find Oz," I said sadly. Break, however, just shrugged and then went back to eating what appeared to be a waffle covered in chocolate and gummy bears. Really Break? Gross. I nodded once and mumbled goodbye, walking to the doors leading out of the dining room and into the main entry hall. Just as I pulled open the door and was getting ready to exit the room, Break called out as though he had suddenly remembered something, "Oh, and Gil?"

I turned to face him, curious. "Yeah," I asked.

Break smirked. "You drool when you sleep."

Blushing scarlet again I yelled, "Break!" His eye gleamed and I could tell he was trying not to laugh. I whirled and marched through the door, trying to calm down so my blush would disappear, hopefully for good. However, as I was marching, I heard the sound of Break's amused chuckles and couldn't help but smile. I knew then that neither of us would ever be alone again.

So what'd you guys think? Was it any good? I personally think it sucks and I'm really disappointed with the way it turned out (especially the ending) but if you liked it please favorite, follow, or review. Or if you really loved it do all three! Well I'm done rambling now. Until next time.

-Scarlett