Warnings: Yaoi/BoyXBoy, slight AU, bad humour, GilXOz. T for "innuendo" humour.

Please excuse the grammar/mistakes – I don't have a beta or anything yet! Anyways, this is my first story. So please don't hate on me.

Reviews and Criticism are much appreciated.

Oh and, I don't own anything.

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Gil stumbled around his small apartment, the image of his master laying naked, aroused and panting on his bed still fresh in his mind. It was not until a few moments ago that he realized that what he needed – wasn't there. He'd finally had a chance to have what he always wanted, and he'd forgotten something... Ripping open draws and knocking over chairs and piles of paper, he desperately searched for the small tube.

"D-dammit. Where is it?!" Gil knew he must look ridiculous, being stark naked and all, but at the moment he really didn't care.

After a few more minutes of searching the room had become utter chaos and he knew that it was only another thing he'd regret in the morning… But he wouldn't, couldn't, think about that now. His mind was a blur. His body telling him to go back and do what he wanted to, and another more rational part of him telling him to keep on searching for something he could use as not to hurt his master.

Just as he was about to enter the kitchen when he heard a small, buzzing sound on the ground beside him; Looking down he glared at the small, cellular phone. No one would be phoning at this time at night – no one except for that… one... person.

If he didn't pick up the phone and it was that person, he may not have another chance to speak with them for a long while.

Gil bit his lip, but if he did answer now… No. This was important; it may just influence how much time his master had left. He reached down and scooped the phone up from off the ground, pressing the small green button at the side as he did so.

"Hello?" He spoke softly into the receiver, hoping that the gruffness in his voice was just his imagination.

"Hello Sir, may I please speak to Gilbert Nightray?"

What? This wasn't who he had expected it to be, the voice coming through the phone was deep and masculine. Nothing at all like the voice of the stupid rabbit, who had gone off looking for a way the prolong Oz's life.

"Um, this is him. H-how may I help you?"

"Oh, Hi Sir. My name is Patty and I was wondering if you were interested in buying some of our new, top of the line cat care products?"

Gilbert stood there, his eyebrow twitching. This… This is what he had picked up the phone for? His index finger moved so fast in clicking the small red "off" button that the small beep his phone emitted almost made him jump.

Those damn telemarketers, just wasting his time. He dropped the phone back onto a random table, and stomped his way back into the bedroom ready to get down onto his knees and search the place high and low; but what he found when he got there changed his plans entirely.

There in the middle of the bed, with both hands and face buried in the pillow, Oz lay sleeping soundlessly. Gil sighed, well; there went his plans for the evening. He sighed again, turning towards the washroom and closing the door quietly behind him.

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As the bathroom door quietly closed, Oz's mouth curved upwards as he sat up, looking at the objects clutched tightly in his hand; A white, plastic tube in his right and a small cellular phone in his left. He was lucky that Gil was slow enough no to noticed the light through the pillow produced by the blinking letters "Call disconnected – Gilber Nightray" on the display.

Hope you liked it…!

Hey, anyone want me to continue with Oz going into the washroom? XD