Chapter 7
Break just grinned at Gilbert. He could hear him laughing out in the hall after to door closed softly behind him.
It was not the sheer fact that it was Vincent's birthday that had surprised him so much, which had completely and totally taken him off guard, but the fact how quickly he had been able to loose track of time.
He turns fifteen today. Gilbert thought as he flopped backward onto his bed so that he was staring at the ceiling. He didn't care for the brat, nor had he ever, but still, time had passed, and he still was no closer to Oz than he had been three years ago, when he was just turning fifteen.
How innocent they used to be…
He sighed and allowed his eyes to slip close.
That day passed on in a blur after that. Gilbert had made his way downstairs somehow and was ushered into the dinning hall by none other than Sebastian. He looked the same as always, but did not really get the chance to be alone with him for long before Vincent appeared and pulled him into a tight embrace, whispering something in his hear that Gilbert did not quite catch.
Through the high windows that lined the outward wall of the room, the sky was grey and stormy looking. A couple large raindrops splattered over the glass.
He had been seated next to Break, and a cup of wine had been placed in front of him. He had raised the glass to his lips, welcoming the bitter taste of it in his mouth. He did not know how many sips he had taken, or how the sips had turned into gulps. His head had been too fuzzy for that. The room was spinning a short while later and the sound of talking and music morphed together in one wave that crashed over Gilbert's ears. In the distance he heard Break's voice say something like "he never did have any tolerance for alcohol."
He felt strong arms underneath him when the floor came too close to his face and then there was nothing more to see.
When Gilbert came to a few hours later, he was laying on something hard and scratchy. Warily he tried to open his eyes, but closed them instantly when the rooms started to spin. His stomach took a painful turn and he had to curl his knees up to his chest to keep himself from empting it right there. He groaned quietly, and then felt a cool hand on his face. Gilbert realized how hot he way feeling, and how labored his breathing had become. What was wrong with him?
"Poor Gil." Someone said from above him.
Gilbert let out another groan and cracked one of his eyes open. His mouth fell open so that more breath could have access to his lungs and the image of a blond boy swam into view.
"O-Oz?" Gilbert gasped out as a bead of sweat dripped down his face. The blonde laughed, but said nothing. Gilbert felt hands push him over to that he rolled onto his back. A dim glow formed on the corners of his vision, but the space above him was cast in complete shadow. The yellow blur who had spoken to him before came into view again.
"You should not have drunken so much, big brother." Vincent said. Gilbert seemed to be unable to comprehend his words, because he just let out another groan and closed his eyes. Vincent sat back to watch his brother, smiling. The last couple of glasses that he had Sebastian give to Gilbert had been drugged by his hand, and it looked like the drug was taking its full effect now that Gilbert was awake.
Vincent leaned forward and cupped Gilbert's sweating face in his hands. A beautiful red ting was starting to creep its way up Gilbert's neck to stain his cheeks. His chest was starting the heave in shallow, quick breaths. He took another moment to admire his handy work before burying his face into Gilbert's neck, a steady hand traced down Gilbert's chest, causing the other to gasp.
The blond smirked. He was sixteen now, and he had always wanted to do this with another male. Echo had ended his curiosity about what it would be like to have sex with a woman the night before, but it was not what he had expected it to be.
"No," Vincent whispered into Gilbert's neck as his hand slid under his shirt and ward, pulling the fabric with it until his torso was in full view. The skin there was flushed and damp with sweat, much like his older brothers face was. "No. Big Brother is who I want."
It didn't matter that he was a year younger that Gilbert. He was only an inch or two shorter, and had always been able to beat the dark haired boy in hand-to-hand training.
Vincent's hand moved downward again to so that he could lightly trace the tips of his fingers over Gilbert's abdomen. Gilbert's half lidded eyes closed tightly and he arched his back, letting out another loud gasp. The blond chuckled quietly to himself as he moved up to whisper in the other's ear. "I told you the first time I saw you today that by the end of the night you would be mine."
Gilbert froze for a moment as Vincent's words sunk in. "W-what d-did you-… You do to m-me?" He managed to pant out. Vincent sat up and moved to strattle Gilbert's waist, frowning slightly. He had asked for a drug that would make sure the person who he was to give it to would be unable to speak. Maybe mixing it was alcohol made its effect slower. Shrugging, the smirk took place of the frown as he bent to knock foreheads with the other, who tried his best to glare.
I have to work fast. Vincent thought. Or else this will ware off before the night is over.
Suddenly, Gilbert felt pain blossom on his neck when the blur (He still was unsure of who exactly it was who was doing this to him) moved out of his sight to sink their teeth into his neck. Then, something warm and slick slid over the wound as Vincent lapped away the blood. His mouth moved upward while his hand snaked downward to pull on the hem of Gilbert's pants. Vincent's mouth hovered above Gilbert's, but their lips would not touch; not until the blond was ready for his brother to return to reality. For right now, he was in control.
Gilbert's vision blurred again, his mind whirled and he lost all focus for a moment. What was going on? His body was so foreign to him, yet he had never been more aware of it in his life. He rested to palm of his hand against his forehead, running his fingers through his own hair.
As Vincent watched his brother in such a distressed state, he smiled, and closed his eyes in pure bliss as he rotated his hips over Gilbert's, their covered, rather hard lengths rubbing against each other. Gilbert let out a strangled cry, glassy eyes unfocused as he moved his hips upward to meet Vincent's. The blond's smile only widened, and he ran his hands up and down Gilbert's smooth chest, stopped to tease a hardened rub every now and again. Gilbert let out a soft, quick hiss and his breathing grew louder until it echoed off the walls. He arched his back unknowingly into his brother's touch.
Vincent smirked in satisfaction. Perhaps he should have not have waited until now to do this with his older brother. He could not help himself but shudder slightly as his arousal rubbed against Gilbert's again. Slowly, he felt what control that he had over his actions slipping. With a hungry growl he slid off of the raven's lap and grabbed onto the hem of his pants. Gilbert whimpered slightly, gasping for breath as sweat dripped down the side of his face. His eyes were closed so tightly at tears were starting to form at the corners of them. At this sight, another jolt of pleasure that was almost painful struck through him and stopped right at his groin. Quickly, the blond bent down to lap again at the bite wound hat he had made just a few moments before. That would not be the only mark that Gilbert would walk away with.
The door to the room that they were in (the empty ball room that was only used during special occasions) opened, and a thin sliver of golden light split the room in two. Vincent looked up from his work, his fingers still latched onto Gilbert's waist band. Said Gilbert has no idea what was going on. He did not know why this person (he still had no idea who it was) was doing what he (he was pretty sure it was male) was doing, but that didn't matter to him at the moment. What he could feel of his body was enough to overwhelm him; he was unbearably hard and he needed relief.
No. Said a little voice in the back of his head. You're not thinking straight.
"Neh…ha~" Gilbert gasped out as he arched his back, hoping the other to take the hint.
Vincent did not seem to notice this action. He was too bust glaring at the door at the other end of the room. It had not opened any farther than a crack.
"Is that you, Sebastian?" Vincent asked, rather coldly. No answer, but he did not need one. The door opened all the way and now the two were bathed in light from the hall. A tall shadow was cast over them as Sebastian stood in the doorway, face unreadable with no trace of a grin. His eyes flashed for a moment as he looked down at Vincent and Gilbert, but then went instantly back to being empty. He did not say a word.
"Tsk." Vincent said as he tucked an arm under Gilbert, hoisting up as best he could so that he could curry his face in Gilbert's neck again but still make eye contact with Sebastian. Gilbert groaned and fell limp in Vincent's clutches, his chest glistening with sweat as it rose and fell unsteadily. "Leave us." The blonde growled at the butler. "We're busy."
He had made enough progress on Gilbert's pants to expose his hip bones before the interruption, and stared again to slide them off his legs.
"So," Said Sebastian, calmly. Vincent stopped and looked up at Sebastian again. "This is what you were planning, was it?"
"I don't think that it is a servants place to question their master."
"How right you are." Sebastian grinned coldly as he said the words and took a step forward. "But, you know that I am much more than a mere servant, Master Vincent."
"Hm." Vincent smirked. He did not care anymore, he wanted Gilbert and he didn't care who was in the room watching them. Quickly, he slid the fabric off of the raven's legs, completely exposing his lower half.
Gilbert's breath hitched. Cold air hit him in a wave, it was a small relief; he felt so damn hot. For a moment, the cloud that fogged the edges of his brain cleared, and he heard a voice. One the he recognized and that he could never forget. Sebastian.
Sebastian was near by. He was so vulnerable and Sebastian was near by, in the same room as him. He fought off more of the fog, and realized that he was almost naked. He struggled out of the grip that the other hand on him and the back of his head hit the floor with a heavy thud. That hurt. He then recognized another one of the voices. Vincent.
Slowly, his head swimming and his eyes streaming with the effort to keep his focus, he pieced together what was going on. Somehow, Vincent had been the one touching him. Repulsion and a sudden wave of sickness curled him up on his side as he emptied his stomach. Coughing and retching, whatever Vincent had slipped him was gone from his body. He tried to sit up, but then he felt an arm holding him down, forcing him back down onto the ground. Again he hit his head, and searing pain split though his skull for a fraction of a second before He felt nothing more.
Vincent stared, wide-eyed down at the unconscious form of his brother. Rage surged through him as he flipped Gilbert over to lie on his back. One way or another he was determined to not loose this chance. Then he felt arms around his shoulders, an inhuman strength pulling him backward and sending him flying across the room. He scrambled to his feet just in time to see Sebastian scoop Gilbert up in his arms. He carefully stepped over the pool of sick and, with his back turned to Vincent, walked out of the room.
"Hey!" Vincent barked. "Where do you think your going?!"
Slowly, Sebastian's blood red eyes turned to look into Vincent's. Hey were cold, and flashing like a living flame. His pupils turned into slits as he smiled. "Master Vincent and Young Master have had a very long day. I think it would be best for both of you if you got a good night's sleep."
Vincent's eyelids felt heavy as he fell back against the wall. He had to close them… Just for a minute… Then he would punish Sebastian and Gilbert would be… Would be… He was overtaken by blackness that wiped his memory clean of that entire day's events.
Sebastian frowned slightly as he looked down at the unconscious Gilbert. They boy's shirt had fallen back down to cover his chest, but his pants were still where Vincent had thrown them.
"What am I going to tell my Young Master when he finds out about this?" Sebastian muttered to himself.
There was the sound of tearing fabric as Sebastian wrapped Gilbert's limp form up in curtains before continuing to carry him down the hall to his room.
A/N: AND THE PLOT THICKENS! *headdesk* headdesk* Next chapter. Next chapter will indeed be the good stuff. I know I have been saying that for the last couple, but really. But I don't think this one was too badddd...... Comment??? 3
