The total opposite to the love felt in the song below. Little trigger for Volume 3!
"Locked Out of Heaven" by Bruno Mars
Chapter 2: Temporary Heaven
Even though he was not that much into religion, Gilbert did believe in Heaven and Hell. He knew that all his sins will drive him straight into Hell once he dies. While he is Hell, his dear Augu will be in Heaven trying to reach him. But he doesn't want to go to Hell, yet miracles don't come around often for him.
Some people have gotten used to Gilbert coming down for supper each night. Others still thought it was so strange of him to change like that. He would sit with Karl and Pascal, Serge's friends, and just eat silently and maybe even converse once in a while. That reminded him... Where is Serge?
As if on schedule Serge caught the three's eyes as he stumbled into the cafeteria, shivering like crazy. They ran towards him to see if he was injured. Pascal, being the doctor of the group, concluded he was just out in the snow for too long.
"Now do you see why I don't go outside?" he told him. "Any more time you would have spent outside you would have gotten frost bite!" Karl smacked the back of his head for being so rude. "Just warm up and you'll be fine."
Gilbert, who was bored at the table anyways, took Serge up to their room. While the shivering boy changed out of the wet clothes he went back downstairs to bring up a mug of tea with lemon and a small bowl of hot soup. Bringing food into the dorms is not allowed, but he managed to make an exception. He quickly set it on one of the desks when he found Serge stark bare on the floor, chattering his teeth and shivering.
He helped him into his bed and hurried to bring the blankets over his body. Then he watched closely as Serge sat up to eat his supper, leaving the tea for later. In the end all the soup was gone as was the tea, but Serge was still shivering. Gilbert asked him how he got into this mess.
"I-I-I was p-playing in the s-snow," his teeth chattered. "W-when the b-b-bell rang f-for supper t-the boys and I raced inside. S-someone p-p-p-pushed me down into a g-giant pile of snow. I t-tried g-getting up but I w-was s-s-so exhausted. When I f-finally got up you three s-saw m-me fall. Sorry f-f-for making you guys all s-s-s-startled like that."
It was just like Serge to apologize, even if he was injured or not even the one to cause the trouble. One of Gilbert's warm hands rubbed against his cold right arm. The feeling of this newfound warmth made Serge tense up and get goosebumps, but he soon got used to it and secretly wished for this heat. The boy's hand moved to caress his cheek, and then moved into his black locks.
He wasn't sure of what he was doing, though. Gilbert has never been truly kind to another human being before, besides Augu of course. But now he is at Serge's side, trying to comfort him from the freezing cold. As for Serge, he thought this was some part of a game he will soon fall into. However this was no game.
Before he knew it Gilbert pulled Serge to him and closed the gap between them. It was long and electrifying for Gilbert. For Serge it felt warm and passionate, almost as if all the cold has melted away from him at this touch. He didn't want this beautiful heat to end, so he cupped his hands into golden curls to deepen the kiss.
"Are you still cold, Serge?" Gilbert asked them when they finally broke apart. The boy nodded; indeed the kiss warmed him up a little, but the torrid feeling within him vanished when the kiss was over. "Would you like me to warm you up?"
Serge wasn't sure how to respond. What did he mean by "warming him up"? Sex? Another kiss? Perhaps an extra blanket? Out of curiosity he nodded slowly and waited to see what this source of warmth was supposed to be.
Gilbert moved the tray off the bed and onto the desk and also turned out the lights. He quietly removed his attire and set it neatly on his own bed. Then he crept under Serge's blankets to meet him in an embrace.
The touch of his body has always surprised the young viscount. They have done this before last year when Gilbert was utterly upset from something he still didn't know about. He, truth be told, enjoyed the heat penetrating his skin. No longer was he shivering cold, but snug with this new source of warmth. He pulled the blankets over the two so they could fall asleep.
As for Gilbert, he didn't care about being sent to Hell anymore. Whenever he was around Serge, making him give in to his kisses and wishes to be held at night, it seemed like Heaven was nearby. Those times they have passed by each other became short slices of his own few seconds in Heaven. Around Serge he is given miracles. Whether sent to Heaven or Hell, he wanted to bring Serge along with him.
Me: Did I do good?
Serge: Wait, what about roll call?
Gilbert: *rolls his eyes* Oh Serge, so concerned in the littlest of things!
Me: Actually, Karl plans on telling Professor Watts about what happens before leaving for his apartment.
Gilbert: Did you really think about roll call? *I shrug* You two are meant for each other!
Me: *Serge and I blush* Okay, sure we look alike and have the same tastes but that doesn't just turn us instantly romantic to each other. If anything we're siblings who share common interests. *Serge nods in agreement*
Gilbert: Yup, definitely meant for each other. *blows a lock of hair from his eyes*
