A request from the Pandora Hearts kink meme: "Vincent decides to pleasure Gil while big brother is asleep (don't care if Gil wakes up or not in this) but Gil moans Oz's name in his sleep during the process. Take it wherever you want it to go from there. Bitter Vincent please."
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No One Calls Out My Name
Vincent had just returned from a date with Ada, and was feeling a bit edgy. While they had been making out, Ada had moaned,
"Gilbert…Gilbert!"
"Ada-sama, it is Vincent, not Gilbert," Vincent corrected her.
"Oh! So sorry," said Ada, blushing.
Women are so stupid, thought Vincent. How could she mistake me for Gil? We don't even have the same color hair.
So Vincent returned to his room in Nightray manor, and to his surprise, his big brother Gil was asleep on the sofa in Vincent's room.
He must have come to see me and fallen asleep while waiting. He looks so cute when he's asleep.
Vincent smiled slightly and spent a few minutes gazing at his sleeping Nii-san. He took off his gloves and tossed them on the end table, then noticed a conspicuous bulge in Gil's trousers.
Oh my, Nii-san could use some help with that.
Vincent carefully unbuttoned Gil's trousers and reached inside for the prize…an erection of sizable length and girth. Nii-san really got the nicer package, thought Vincent, stroking him up and down. Suddenly it occurred to him: Has Ada been with Gil? She has, hasn't she? She was saying Gil's name because she … she… As the horrible truth occurred to him, he gritted his teeth in horror, and gripped Gil's length with renewed vigor.
Vincent rubbed his palm in circles around the dripping wet head, thinking angry thoughts of Ada, wondering what she and his precious brother might have done together. To think that horrible woman might have touched my precious Gil!
Gil started to stir, then moaned, "Oz…Oz! Oh…Oz…mmm…"
Vincent's face became even more angry. Even my Nii-san isn't thinking of me! He's thinking of … his 'master.'
For better or worse, Vincent took his bitterness out on Gil's penis, stroking it faster and harder until his brother groaned and shook, a great column of spurting fluid coming forth and making a mess of Vincent's sofa.
Gil opened his eyes sleepily, surprised to find his pants undone and evidence of ejaculation on his clothing. He sensed a presence nearby, and looked over to see the outline of his brother's back, his shoulders shaking.
"Vincent?" he asked sleepily, fastening his trousers.
"Gilbert!" Vincent said, his voice cracking. Gil knew something was wrong, and put his arm around his brother. Vincent collapsed into Gil's arms, sobbing.
"No one loves me, Gil! No one has ever loved me! I am not even sure you love me anymore! No one calls out my name with love and passion and really means it…no one!"
Gil sighed and held his brother close, hating this drama, but knowing it would soon pass. And sure enough, after a moment, Vincent pulled himself together, pasted a smile on his face and climbed in bed with his scissors and a pink stuffed bunny.
You're right, Vincent, thought Gil, shuddering. You inspire more fear than love.
"Good-night, Nii-san," said Vincent, digging the point of his scissors into the bunny's crotch. "Sweet dreams."