Are you happy now? Break muttered darkly as the Mad Hatter navigated down the corridor after escorting a giggling Lady Sharon to her room as was custom when the pale-haired man was available. You've probably alienated that idiot boy from me for good. And just when he's become so useful too... He would've crossed his arms and turned away from his Chain in annoyance but he didn't exactly have full use of his own body at the moment. So he settled for silently fuming and sulking instead.
Sharon, as perceptive as she was, had noticed the difference in his movements and behavior but instead of suspecting that something was wrong, it had just turned on her "girl" mode, inevitably dragging Oz and Alice into the conversation as soon as Gilbert left.
Break cringed as the lady gushed about his newfound love and how horribly romantic it was. Oz, on the other hand, with a few choice words, promised him a slow and painful death, one involving carving his heart out with a dull spoon and the removal of certain body parts that are better off left unsaid in polite company, should he hurt the Nightray.
Alice, the dear girl, decided to add her two cents and said, "Guh. Figures. You're probably the only one crazy enough to fall for that seaweed head."
The Chain controlling his body laughed them off as if it was all a joke, thoroughly amused. Break on the other hand, was not.
"It's not as if you don't do your damnest to antagonize him on a daily basis. Why push him away when you could be enjoying yourselves?" the Mad Hatter countered with a smirk. "If he's as useful as you say he is, then I'm simply adding another area for which you can use him for. One use you've deliberately left out because of your indecisiveness."
You dirty-
The Chain wagged a finger. "Dear, dear Xerxes. You realized it too, didn't you?" he said smugly, "That boy..."
Break couldn't deny it. Even though he had absolutely no control over what the Mad Hatter was making him do, it didn't block out the sensations his body experienced.
He had felt Gilbert shiver and tremble at his touch ("He's so sensitive~" the Mad Hatter purred.) but the stupid boy didn't have enough sense to pull away. Break had marvelled about the soft, smooth skin and the warmth of the young man's hand. Then, he saw the Nightray blush beautifully, a positive response to an inappropriate advance. His heart skipped a beat.
And with the Mad Hatter's keen senses, he had smelled it.
"...he liked it~" the Chain finished.
Gilbert had been aroused with just a simple touch and a look of lust and mischief.
All these had served to send heat straight to his groin and his mind, briefly, into the gutter. And in all honesty, that wasn't just the Hatter alone.
Break shook himself from his wandering thoughts. It didn't matter. It shouldn't matter, he thought with a hint of bitterness. Once they retire to his room and control returned to him, it'll all be over and will be forgotten by morning.
He sighed in relief as his Chain finally opened the door to his room. But he was shocked when all the Mad Hatter did was toss Emily onto the bed and they were once more in the hallway. It didn't take much for him to know just where the Hatter had intended to go.
No, he snarled, Leave the boy be.
The Mad Hatter simply laughed. "Come now, Xerxes~ Where's the fun in that? Those big doe eyes, like a puppy begging for a bone, a smidgen of affection from his master... How could I possibly ignore such an open invitation~? Would you truly resist such a tempting offer?"
...Go to the Abyss.
The Chain laughed harder before licking his lips in anticipation. "Don't worry, Xerxes. We'll both enjoy this just as our dear little raven will~"
~*~
Gilbert, dressed in only his nightshirt, tossed restlessly in bed, unable to banish the thoughts of Xerxes Break from his mind, at least long enough to let himself sleep.
That stupid clown, he thought as he finally gave up on trying to sleep. This is allhisfault.
He should feel absolutely mortified and he did but... at the same time, he felt giddy, almost high, on the man's earlier possessive attention alone.
No amount of cold showers could turn down the heat Break's knowing, sensual smile and lust-filled gaze evoked. But it didn't keep Gilbert from trying to muffle his voice as he worked himself to completion.
Just thinking about the older man was enough to make him feel like a horny teeenager all over again...
Like it was doing now.
Damn it all, Gilbert scowled as he closed his eyes, willing his body to get a grip. But the traitorous part of his body remained hard as the image of the red-eyed man licking his lips as he leered at the Nightray came to mind.
"Gilbert-kun~"
The raven-haired young man's eyebrows furrowed in consternation. Even his own mind was betraying him, conjuring Break's voice to serve as more fodder for his fantasies.
"Ne, ne, Raven~"
That's strange. It sounded almost as if the man was right beside him...
Just then, lips pressed against his ear and a voice purred, "Gilbert-kun~"
He stiffened, almost afraid to open his eyes only to find that it was all in his head, but he did it anyway.
He stared uncomprehending at the source of his sexual torment for a few minutes as the man smiled at him, giving him a small wave. "Good evening, Gilbert~"
This... this is a dream... Gilbert blinked at the pale-haired man before raising a hand to Break's cheek. It has to be. He gasped as the older man pressed a kiss on his palm and encouraged him to keep going.
The young man, feeling emboldened, slid his fingers down to trace Break's lips lightly, whispering, "This is a dream... You're not real..."
Break smirked, licking a finger before drawing it into his mouth, sucking on it then letting it go with an obscenely wet sound. Gilbert was mesmerized, completely entranced by the act. It felt so real!
"B-Break!" he rasped, his throat suddenly feeling dry as the other man clambered on top of him, pausing for a moment, just long enough for him to see that smirk widen into a mischievous smile, before crushing their lips together in a brutally possessive kiss.
Gilbert didn't even think to resist as he opened his mouth, granting the red-eyed man permission to pull him into a deeper kiss, hands tangling in each other's hair as their tongues twisted and curled against each other, making lasciviously wet sounds in between moans that the raven-haired young man soon realized was his own.