A/N: An update. Might be OOC, might not be. Warning, rape in this chapter. If this is not your cup of tea, then I suggest you hit the back button. I don't own Pandora Hearts or the characters. Please read and review! Thanks!
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He smelled all over. Gilbert had been working nonstop ever since morning and his stomach growled with imense hunger. Fighting back tears, he bit his lip and continue working until night settled over the land. He looked up with a weary sigh. How he longed for his master's attention, but Elliot had it all. Elliot had never once lifted a finger since he came to the mansion. It was unfair, what did Elliot have that he didn't?
He scrubbed harder on the tiled floor until the door opened harshly and a feet kicked him aside,
"Get out, I'm using the restroom now."
Gilbert glared at Elliot. Just what was so special about him in the first place? He was arrogant, he was rude and most of all, just plain . . .
"Get out!"
. . . annoying.
Gilbert waited until the other slave exited the bathroom and went back in only to see the room a watery mess and towels were on the floor soaking wet.
"Elliot . . ." Gilbert grumbled as the other walked past him. The brown haired boy smirked,
"What? Can't clean it up? Should I tell Ernest-sama of your rebellion?"
"No . . . I'll clean it up," the raven stated and began working. He was so tired and his body hurt all over. It was about 30 minutes later that he was finished and went down to report his success when he stopped to see his master and Elliot participating in an activity that made him jealous. Oh how he wanted to be in that position.
The moans of pleasure and gasp of breathless pants egged the raven on, his hands straying down to his crotch and rubbed his straining erection through the material. He tried to imagine his master's calloused hands, gripping him, stroking his length.
Gilbert watched as Elliot rode their master, his face scrunching in pleasure and his mouth dropped open in a strangle gasp. Then as they both reached their peak, so did Gilbert. He slumped against the stairs and saw through half-closed eyes that Elliot was smirking right at him. The raven burned in embarassment when the brown haired boy feigned a gasp and began pulling away from his embrace,
"Gilbert . . ."
Ernest looked over at him slowly with a slight glare,
"Gilbert, were you watching?"
"I-" Gilbert ran down the rest of the way and stood in front of Ernest and Elliot who still stayed naked on the older man's lap,
"I'm sorry."
"For your punishment, you are to wear this," The sandy blonde lifted the french maid outfit. Gilbert blinked,
"What?"
"You will wear this 24/7, even to bed."
Gilbert couldn't believe it . . . What was going on?
"Yes, Ernest-sama," the raven replied, missing the jealous look on the other boy's face.
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As he got out of the shower, he promptly wore the dress accompanied by a lacy, black garter belt and matching stockings. Gilbert picked up the pair of round glasses and put them on. He looked himself over in the mirror and frowned, why did he have to wear this again?
"Oh, looks good . . ." a voice drawled from behind him. Gilbert looked up in surprise to see Elliot leaning in the doorway.
"What do you want?" the raven coughed.
"Nothing," Elliot stated. Gilbert just rolled his eyes and tried to make past the other slave, but was caught and dragged to one of the rooms.
"Elliot! Elliot, what the hell-?" the raven cried as he was pushed harshly to the bed. He tried to scramble up, but was pinned down by the younger male.
"Ernest-sama's taking a nap right now, we wouldn't want to wake him up now do we?"
The grin that Elliot had on, frightened the raven to the point where he let the other male do whatever he wanted. He watched with bated breath as Elliot pushed up his dress and sat still for a moment, just looking. He didn't know why, but Gilbert blushed and stammered,
"Wh-What . . ?"
"Nothing," Elliot stated and pulled Gilbert's panties aside. Without any warning, without any gentleness, fingers were pushed in. The raven keeled at the pain and cried out.
"Shh! Shut up, Gilbert!"
The thrusting was fast and the stretching was painful. Gilbert panted as the fingers withdrew from his body and something bigger was at his entrance. His eyes widen at what was going to happen next,
"N-No, wait!"
"Why? Saving yourself for Ernest-sama? Never going to happen. I'm going to take it first!"
"Gah!" Gilbert bit his lip at the feeling of being ripped apart. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to struggle for air. It was so painful. The older man closed his eyes, wishing this was over and in the next minute, it was as he felt the other boy's seed shoot inside him. Elliot slumped over him, trying to catch his breath.
"Just know," Elliot sat up, pulling on his pants as he looked over at the lying raven,
"Your body is all mine to play with. Ernest-sama will never look twice at you if he knew that."
Gilbert held in a sob as the door closed and he was left alone.
Sorry, Ernest-sama. Sorry. . .
