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Antalogía	By : Astharoche Category: +M to R > Pandora Hearts Views: 1987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Antalogía

Author: Astharoche

Genre: Humor, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

Pairing: GilxOz

Language: English

Disclaimer: I don't own Pandora Hearts in any shape or form. And I make absolutely no money from this.

A/N: Sorry for the tiny cliffhanger that I left at last time :D Also, I started writing this with just the Anime as knowledge, and just finished the last available chapter yesterday. So, Oz and Gil will be slightly out off character :S If you guys see any mistake, please tell me! It makes me crazy when I find an obvious one :| ALSO, I just opened my beta-reading :D Oh gosh, another thing, go take a look at the poll on my profile, yes?

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Gilbert cursed under his breath when the voice of the stupid rabbit and clown drifted down towards the hallway. He looked down at the flustered boy before him and couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the dazed look on his Masters' face. The boy had obviously not heard their two “companions” arriving yet. Deciding to take advantage of that little fact, something he would have never dared do, he pulled the boy from the wall. The smaller male wrapped his thin arms around Gil's neck and clung to him. Gil walked back into his room, closing the door with his foot and not forgetting to lock it.

Gilbert looked around at his barely used room and made his way toward the unused bed, carefully placing the heavily breathing blond on the silk, dark sheets. He stood up for a second, shrugging out off his long jacket and taking off his white gloves before placing his black hat on the nearby chair and then crawling on all fours to hover over Oz.

“Master,” he whispered, caressing the pale cheek with his hand, turning the blond head sideways while leaning down and kissing the junction in between the neck and shoulder, giving it a long lick from base to ear, earning a delicious shudder from his Master.

Oz gave a breathless sigh, leaning up a little so he could wrap his arms around his servant, “Gil, what are you doing...?” he asked in a whisper, arching into Gilbert when the man grazed his sides with just his fingertips, making a shiver pass his entire body.

Oz was feeling hot. He could feel his cheeks warming up every time Gil did something unexpected. His legs at Gilbert's side were quivering and his stomach would tighten and loosen, only to tighten even strongly after. Tingling sensation were coursing his body as if they were on vacation, and he could feel his clothed lower body twitch in anticipation. But, in anticipation for what, he didn't know. And he was afraid...afraid of knowing that he wanted it, whatever it was.

Gilbert stopped his insistent sucking on the pale neck before him, not before being confident that a large red mark would appear in seconds, to answer his little Master. Just as he was about to open his mouth, a knock alerted them that someone was at the door. He frowned and look behind him.

“I'll be right back,” he said, pecking Oz on the mouth before he stood up. He was unsure as to what to do, since he was afraid that Oz would just up and run once he opened the door. Gil shook his head and turned the doorknob, hearing as it instantly unlocked itself. He was still cautious and only opened the door a fraction. A smiling clown was waiting outside.

“What do you want?” Gil asked in annoyance. He couldn't bother to be polite when he had a panting Master on his bed and a very restricting problem down south.

“Ah, just checking on you. Ms. Rabbit wanted to know where her “man servant” was at,” replied Break, taking out a lollipop from his wide sleeve and proceeding to undo the wrapper and popping the sweet in his mouth. He did all of this with a smile on his face.

Gil couldn't help the heat that traveled to his cheeks, “M-master's, taking a shower,” was the best thing that his muddled brain could come up with. He couldn't come out and actually say, “Oh, he's on my bed, panting and waiting for me not continue with licking him up, so go away you stupid clown,” now could he? Not would only his Master be embarrassed, but more than four people would come out after his head.

Break smirked and chuckled, “Taking a shower~?” he asked in a leisurely voice, sucking on his lollipop some more, “Without water? I don't hear any water running,” the white haired man raised in eyebrow in mocking curiosity. He tried looking around Gilbert and inside the room but was successfully blocked by the taller male.

“I mean, he took a shower but then he wanted a bath, so obviously there is no running water,” Gilbert tried to save the situation, knowing that it was to no avail. The stupid clown was too perverted and smart for his own good. Only God knew how Sharon had enough patience to deal with so much insubordination and bad behavior coming from her supposed “servant”.

“Right, right,” Break agreed, nodding to himself and continuing to suck on his sweet, “Just make sure to be down in about twenty minutes, that is, if you can go that fast,” he winked before turning his back to the black haired man and walking down the hallway while he whistle to himself. Life was good.

Gil on the other hand, turned beet red at the insinuation. He closed the door mumbling to himself of how much of a pervert the clown really was. No wonder Sharon was constantly reprimanding him.

“Who was that?” a quiet voice interrupted his thoughts making him turn around. Oz was sitting up in bed, his white shirt bunching up around his wrist while his black trousers were unzipped. A cute blush adorned his pale cheeks. Though the mischievous glint never left his emerald gaze.

Gil shrugged while he approached the bed at a leisure pace, forgetting about the brief disruption. His eyes narrowed in on the younger man, and the sight just made Gil hotter. He reached up, and making sure his Master was watching, slowly unbuttoned his white shirt and slid it down his body, not forgetting to run his hands over his chest, making Gil shiver. While his composure remained calm, he was a nerve wreck inside. Gil felt like his heart would just up and collapse on him from the intense beating.

Oz eyes zeroed in on the pale chest before him, trying to take in every detail, but coming up with too little time as the taller man now stood a mere foot from him. He scooted back on the bed, making space for Gil. The blonde boy sighed as the older man wasted no time in crawling on all fours once again towards him. Gil's golden gaze was smoldering, and Oz wondered if he were to be touched with so much fire and intensity, will he burn? Playing with fire has never ended in a good note when it involves him and his most prized servant. His most important friend. Oz lowered his eyes along the space of Gil's neck, down to his milky white collarbone. Gil was definitely paler than Oz. Oz wondered about that, but just came up with the reasoning of Gil always wearing that huge black coat with the hat and everything...

Oz's thoughts trailed away as his emerald gaze came in contact with the long scar that ran across the very same pale chest he had just been admiring. A deep frown came over his face, one that was immediately noticed by his servant.

“Oz, don't make such a face, it doesn't suit you at all,” Gil murmured, running his knuckles over Oz's cheek gently before cupping the flushed face with both of his hands. Deciding to continue their previous activities, before his rational mind catches up to his actions, he slowly leaned forward bringing their lips together. The warmth from Oz's soft lips ran through him, making a tremor pass over his body. Without breaking the gentle but searing kiss, Gil moved closer to his young master, sitting down on his heels in between the parted legs before him. He didn't try to force the kiss, and just savored the fluttery feeling in his stomach.

Using the hold that Gil had on Oz face he turned it sideways, trailing butterfly kissed down a pale jaw and behind a small ear. He was rewarded with a shuddering gasp, and a hesitant smirk made a way up his face. 'So, the ear huh...?' Gil thought, storing that information away in his mind for later uses. His tongue made circles around Oz's ear as he continue down the younger boy's neck. He paused when a hand grabbed his hair and pulled. Hard.

A hiss escaped Gil's mouth and he looked up, as he was interrupted from his earlier exploring.

“Gil,” Oz whispered, as he pressed their foreheads together, the action resulting in a dull and quiet “thud”. “Just, just...” he trailed off as his muddled mind struggled to come up with something to say. This was all so strange and new to him. It felt surreal, like it was happening on a stage and he was just a simple spectator watching.

Gil felt a smile work his way up his face and the loud, erratic beating of his heart calming down slightly, “Oz,” he simply said. The older man nuzzled his nose against his Master's, while at the same time, lightly grazing Oz's side with his fingertips. Something between a giggle and a gasp was his answer. He could feel the goose bumps rise on his young master's skin. The raven's hands continued on their path downwards until they came in contact with the soft material of Oz's black shorts.

For the first time that night, Gil hesitated. Was he taking things too far? If Oz decided to forget about this event and never talk about it...he would be fine with it. And he's afraid that by doing so, he would also forget this moment of ever being this close to his precious light, his shinning shadow.

Oz bit his when the movements suddenly stopped. His head felt light, almost as if he would faint at any moment. The blonde boy didn't want to think, and just let his body act on its own. It would be probably be one of his worst ideas ever, but right at the moment he just did not give a damn.

“Gil, just do it,” his voice was raspy as he said this, but nonetheless commanding. A tone of voice that he knew his servant would not dare disobey.

The older man gulped and a weak laugh escaped him. With an unsteady hand he gripped the fabric and tugged it down with little force. The weak attempt earned him an angry pout and a gentle tap on the head. Gil cleared his throat and cursed himself for acting so insecure. 'Isn't this what I've always wanted?' the thought surfaced in his raven head. With a resolute nod he grabbed both sides in a firm grip and slid them down pale and thin legs. His face suddenly decided to take in the color of an apple when—instead of boxers, or any form of underwear—Oz's very noticeable erection greeted him. Gil sputtered as he slightly leaned back and look up at his blushing master.

Oz just laughed sheepishly and stuck his tongue out in a shy gesture, “Got lazy this morning,” was his reply while he scratched the back of his head. The laugh died on his lips when a warm—hot—hand wrapped around his member. Oz gasped as he squeezed his eyes shut. What the hell...? was the only coherent thought inside his brain. Heat quickly surged from the contact and Oz couldn't help but lightly buck into the inviting hand.

Gil switched his golden gaze from the quivering flesh in his hand to the flush face of his master. He smiled at the adorable sight, though he dared not say it aloud. His master felt hot in his hand, and he wondered on how he should proceed. With a subtle shrug he went back to the task at hand. He slid his hand up and then gently back down and watched as Oz gripped the bed sheets tightly. Taking that as a good sign Gil concentrated on moving his hand up and down. It felt awkward to be pleasuring another man this way, but this is my precious Oz. A quiet moan startled him out off his thoughts.

“G-Gil, do it faster,” panted the younger boy. As a noble, time for oneself was scarce. That included time to experiment with one's body. Just the fact of knowing that someone's hand was touching him so intimately made it all the more...erotic.

The raven haired male complied with the request, moving his hand along faster, but not fast enough as to lose his pace. He looked on as the pink head would peek out every time he moved his hand down and gulped. Gil looked up at the clenched shut eyes of Oz and he smiled. He groaned along with his master when the boy did so. His golden eyes were once again drawn to the now weeping member in his hand. It looked tempting, the head an almost angry pink while the rest was a dark tan color, so contracting with the rest of Oz's body. Without a second though or doubt he leaned down and gave the tip a shy lick.

“Da-damn it!” Oz said when he felt the rough but slick texture of his servant's tongue. The complete wetness of the muscle just made it almost unbearable. He felt, more than saw, as Gil enclosed the head of his cock. Oz felt as if a sudden but powerful fever had invaded his body and he just...ached. The feeling was too good, that it almost hurt. If the feeling was any stronger than it already was, his inside would probably collapse under all the pressure.

"Fuck...!" the blonde boy couldn't help but curse, "So...so g-good," he mumbled, not exactly wanting to say it aloud. Oz felt like squirming away but wanting to buck in the older man's hold at the same time.

Gil concentrated on Oz's needs, even as he felt his own erection grow bigger with each quiet moan and deep groan that came from his master. He sucked and licked the swollen head, circling his tongue around the appendage. "Hot," he murmured against the cock in his mouth.

Oz heard the words but felt them even more as the vibrations coursed up his length and straight to his lower abdomen. He gasped as Gil gently nipped the head and Oz couldn't do anything but cover his mouth with one hand. It was so embarrassing.

The abrupt stop of the noises coming from the male above him had Gil looking up. A chuckled rose out at the sight, "So cute," he remarked while at the same time accenting his pumping. The raven haired man alternated between sucking the head in his mouth and pumping. What else was he supposed to do? Gil thought while his other pale hand roamed around a quivering thigh up to a perk nipple. He grazed over it with a fingernail once, before Oz's voice stopped him,

"That h-hurts," the blond boy managed to get out through his heavy panting.

The teenager heard his servant mumble and apology before the hand started wandering once again. It caressed his neck and arms, down his ribcage and settling on his knee. Oz could feel a knot tightening in his stomach and he cringed at the feeling.

“Gil, faster...please,” the young Bezarious pleaded in a quiet voice, though he swore it to be the first and last time.

Gil was thunder struck for a second before smirking, "Of course, Master," he replied. Without waiting for Oz to say anything else he pumped the hot cock in his relentlessly, licking and sucking the head every time his pale hand moved down. He could hear his master trying to muffle his increasing voice behind his hands and chuckled. Who would have thought that the biggest flirt on the world would be like this...? You can't really say anything either, you know, his mind supplied him.

Oz squirmed under the urgent ministrations and he felt as his cock pulsed once before the tight knot in his stomach snapped. He couldn't help but cry out at the sudden release. The younger male heard a grunt of surprise but it didn't quite register. For the first time in his life, white blinded his vision. He clutched Gil's head with both hands, making the older man take him deeper. As the waves receded, Oz opened his eyes. His brain registered the sight just as his hands pushed the raven head away from him. A red blush making his embarrassment obvious to his companion.

Gil stared in shock as his master's release dribbled down his chin. He wiped it off with the back of his hand, never taking his eyes away from the emerald gaze.

"I'm sorry, oh my god," Oz whispered in apology, reaching out and wiping off what was left on the pale face of his servant. "Gil, you stupid idiot! You should've--should've!" he waved his hands in front of him, making incomprehensible motions in the air. If the earth opened up to drag him back down to the Abyss he wouldn't mind right now.

"Ah! Oh...it's okay, it's okay," Gil reassured his flustered master, "It's fine really, it's...good," he insisted after Oz proceeded to shake his head at his first statement. Though the movements stopped when Gil uttered the last part. He looked on amused as Oz's face went up in flames at his comment.

Before the man could say anything else, Oz leaned forward and captured Gil's pale lips in a gently kiss. Just a peck, before the warmth retreated once more.

Gil smiled at the innocent look his master sported, "Just another secret," he said in a low voice.

Oz looked lost for a second before repeated, "A secret?" the 'why'? was left unsaid.

The raven haired man nodded, "A secret," he affirmed.

Just another secret that no one should ever know about. Gil rather die than tarnish his masters reputation in any way. So he just stood up and sighed, "I will go to the kitchen, tell the stu--Alice and the clown that you'll be there in a second." he announced over his shoulder before walking out of the room. His hearts felt heavy, as if it might drop to the floor at any second. But then again, it felt light at the same time. Gil will treasure this memory forever. He didn't look back as he closed the door, otherwise he would have seen the wide emerald eyes that followed him out.

FIN

A/N: Thanks for sticking out with me guys! I've been so busy the past weeks, that gosh, time just flew by! This is the end D: BUT, I do want to start and actual story with a plot and everything. Gil/Oz obviously :D Look forward to it please! Review if you want~?
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