[ oneshot ] Perchance to Dream [ Gil/Oz, Pandora Hearts ]
Title: Perchance to Dream
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: PG
Pairing: Raven/Oz (Pandora Hearts)
Warnings: Basic spoilers to the first volume or two. Silly, silly inebriated Raven.
Summary: Raven drinks. Raven has a hard time telling reality and fantasy apart. Oz isn’t sure whether to take advantage or not.
Author Notes: Written for commentfic meme, this time for radish_lily
Meme keycode: CBA: Gil/Oz / food used as seduction tool / ties
Raven slipped the key into door and turned the knob carefully, unsure of what he would encounter on the other side. The apartment was suspiciously silent, and since he couldn’t imagine Alice ever being quiet, he thought that there was a decent chance that Oz and Alice had been whisked away on Pandora business or decided to go out and find something to eat.
Relief and jealousy accompanied the thought. He scowled and pushed the door in, taking an jerky step forward. He swallowed, the fiery taste of brandy clinging to his throat. Perhaps going out without warning anyone and getting spectacularly, smashingly drunk was not the wisest thing he had done in the past decade.
But then he was twenty-four years old. If he wanted to get bloody sloshed then by God, he would drink as much as he was able to pay for.
He stumbled in tugging the keys out of the doorknob, as they seemed to have somehow become fused to the metal. He let out a harassed breath, wondering why inanimate objects seemed to hate him today. First that light pole he had almost run into, and those steps he’d tripped over, and then…
And then…
Raven yawned and realized he was still standing half in his apartment and half out in the hallway with the newly-somehow-freed keys in his hand.
Right. Bed now. He knocked the door shut carelessly, thankful for the eerie stillness of his apartment. It’d been a long while since he’d had any of that, between Alice screeching to be fed and dreams of Oz…
He paused in the middle of his living room, staring at the ceiling and still shaky on his feet. He exhaled, almost able to feel warm, smooth skin under his scarred fingers and he could swear that he was actually hearing his Master’s voice…
“…bert?”
“Gil?”
“Gil?”
Raven glanced down blearily and smiled in delighted foolishness to discover Oz standing in front of him. He threw his arms around the apparition, finding to his surprise that it was quite solid. Oh, lovely. He rubbed his cheek against the sunny blond strands, surprised that it even smelled the unique way Oz did.
He sighed happily, hooking an arm around Oz-the-illusion’s lower back and the other around his shoulders, gripping him tightly and just the slightest bit because he didn’t have the greatest of balance at the moment.
Oz went still. Raven felt the other exhale against this neck and then ask, quite amused; “Are you drunk?”
“No.” Raven rejected, and then paused. “I mean, I might have been drunk a couple hours ago. I-I don’t think I am anymore.”
“Then why are you grabbing my ass?”
“Am I?” The gunner took stock of the situation and checked his hand to indeed find out he was groping the illusion’s round, cute butt. He laughed slightly, embarrassed but not stopping. Maybe that last fall he‘d taken on the steps had knocked him out cold. “Because you’re not real?”
“I’m not real and you’re not drunk.” Oz summarized, breath hitching as that overly familiar hand began kneading him through the baggy shorts.
“Pre--precivi--precisely.” Raven slurred, nuzzling the blond hair again lovingly and making a bereft sound when Oz pushed against his chest, separating them. The younger boy cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Let’s get you some coffee.” He murmured to himself and grabbed Raven’s arm, guiding him to the tiny kitchen. “Sit.”
Raven sat. He propped his elbows loosely on the kitchen table and rested his chin on his hands, watching with a goofy smile as Oz set about making said coffee. He was fuzzy on the details, merely watching his Dream-Oz move around the kitchen and bending over in a lovely way to get something from the bottom cupboards.
“Where’s Alice?” Raven wondered cautiously. Sometimes even his dreams she would run in and just ruin everything. Unfortunately Oz straightened at his question.
“Oh. She’s with Sharon. Something about visiting a bookstore. I stayed behind because I was worried about when you were going to get home, although Break didn’t seem that concerned.” Oz’s tone was dry, suggesting that Break was hardly ever concerned about anything so that was a moot point.
Raven dropped the subject and resumed watching Oz again as the boy served a cup of black coffee and added sugar before placing it in front of him. The steam actually felt real, waves of it undulating hypnotically in the air. Next to it was set a plate with piled on ladyfingers.
Oz stilled his hand when he reached for the cup. “Wait for it to cool down.”
“Mmn.” The Pandora agent agreed dreamily, staring down at the small hand covering his. “I’m bigger than you.”
“Yes, yes you are. For now.” The hand lifted and Oz removed Raven’s hat, setting it aside. Then he began disrobing the man of his outer layers, guiding Raven to move his arms to peel away the coat, folding it and setting it aside also. It was trickier when he reached to remove Raven’s tie--the gunner chuckled whimsically and Oz let out a small ‘whoa!’ as he was plunked down over the other’s lap.
“… Jeez, you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk. I’m dreaming.”
Oz recognized that steady, stubborn glint in Gilbert’s eye. He gave up on trying to dislodge him of that particular illusion and reluctantly settled over his manservant’s lap. He wasn’t sure this was quite the way he’d wanted this sort of thing to start off but this was what he’d been given to work with and he intended to make it work.
“Alright,” He said soothingly, reaching up to slide his fingers under Raven’s collar, loosening it and beginning to work his tie free. “This is a dream. What do you think is going to happen next?” He dropped his gaze down to the man’s throat, careful not to worsen the knot instead of unraveling it.
“I don’t know.” Raven’s brow furrowed petulantly. “I wake up or Alice comes by at this point.”
Oz paused and started laughing under his breath, beginning to slide the tie off from the man’s neck inch by inch, collecting the excess material in the palm of his hand. It lasted until Raven gripped his hips and leaned forward to kiss him.
Oz smelled the whiff of alcohol on the other’s breath and pulled back reluctantly. He didn’t want their first kiss to be some kind of… fakery. He pushed Raven back and said lightly; “Let’s get something in your stomach.”
“I don’t want to.” Raven began stroking his back, as if he were a shy cat that needed to be comforted. Oz tolerated it and awkwardly reached for the coffee and a long ladyfinger.
“Too bad. Now.” He blew over the surface of the coffee and then dipped the end of the cookie into it, letting it soak and darken before he lifted it and offered it to Raven.
Raven scoffed at him, apparently deciding to be contumacious. Oh, for God’s sake.
“Well, if you don’t want it…” Oz shrugged, bringing the cookie to his mouth and wrapping his lips around the end and biting down. He met Gilbert’s golden eyes under lowered eyelashes, the cookie crumbling on his tongue sweetly.
Raven took the coffee out of his hand and downed it without flinching, wiping his mouth with a lick of his tongue when he was done and putting the mug on the table behind Oz. Then he took the teenager’s face between his hands and kissed him desperately. Oz faltered at the strangely addictive taste of lingering brandy and strong, sweet black coffee before he curled his arms around the man’s neck with a contented sigh, still clutching the tie tightly.
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: PG
Pairing: Raven/Oz (Pandora Hearts)
Warnings: Basic spoilers to the first volume or two. Silly, silly inebriated Raven.
Summary: Raven drinks. Raven has a hard time telling reality and fantasy apart. Oz isn’t sure whether to take advantage or not.
Author Notes: Written for commentfic meme, this time for radish_lily
Meme keycode: CBA: Gil/Oz / food used as seduction tool / ties
Raven slipped the key into door and turned the knob carefully, unsure of what he would encounter on the other side. The apartment was suspiciously silent, and since he couldn’t imagine Alice ever being quiet, he thought that there was a decent chance that Oz and Alice had been whisked away on Pandora business or decided to go out and find something to eat.
Relief and jealousy accompanied the thought. He scowled and pushed the door in, taking an jerky step forward. He swallowed, the fiery taste of brandy clinging to his throat. Perhaps going out without warning anyone and getting spectacularly, smashingly drunk was not the wisest thing he had done in the past decade.
But then he was twenty-four years old. If he wanted to get bloody sloshed then by God, he would drink as much as he was able to pay for.
He stumbled in tugging the keys out of the doorknob, as they seemed to have somehow become fused to the metal. He let out a harassed breath, wondering why inanimate objects seemed to hate him today. First that light pole he had almost run into, and those steps he’d tripped over, and then…
And then…
Raven yawned and realized he was still standing half in his apartment and half out in the hallway with the newly-somehow-freed keys in his hand.
Right. Bed now. He knocked the door shut carelessly, thankful for the eerie stillness of his apartment. It’d been a long while since he’d had any of that, between Alice screeching to be fed and dreams of Oz…
He paused in the middle of his living room, staring at the ceiling and still shaky on his feet. He exhaled, almost able to feel warm, smooth skin under his scarred fingers and he could swear that he was actually hearing his Master’s voice…
“…bert?”
“Gil?”
“Gil?”
Raven glanced down blearily and smiled in delighted foolishness to discover Oz standing in front of him. He threw his arms around the apparition, finding to his surprise that it was quite solid. Oh, lovely. He rubbed his cheek against the sunny blond strands, surprised that it even smelled the unique way Oz did.
He sighed happily, hooking an arm around Oz-the-illusion’s lower back and the other around his shoulders, gripping him tightly and just the slightest bit because he didn’t have the greatest of balance at the moment.
Oz went still. Raven felt the other exhale against this neck and then ask, quite amused; “Are you drunk?”
“No.” Raven rejected, and then paused. “I mean, I might have been drunk a couple hours ago. I-I don’t think I am anymore.”
“Then why are you grabbing my ass?”
“Am I?” The gunner took stock of the situation and checked his hand to indeed find out he was groping the illusion’s round, cute butt. He laughed slightly, embarrassed but not stopping. Maybe that last fall he‘d taken on the steps had knocked him out cold. “Because you’re not real?”
“I’m not real and you’re not drunk.” Oz summarized, breath hitching as that overly familiar hand began kneading him through the baggy shorts.
“Pre--precivi--precisely.” Raven slurred, nuzzling the blond hair again lovingly and making a bereft sound when Oz pushed against his chest, separating them. The younger boy cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Let’s get you some coffee.” He murmured to himself and grabbed Raven’s arm, guiding him to the tiny kitchen. “Sit.”
Raven sat. He propped his elbows loosely on the kitchen table and rested his chin on his hands, watching with a goofy smile as Oz set about making said coffee. He was fuzzy on the details, merely watching his Dream-Oz move around the kitchen and bending over in a lovely way to get something from the bottom cupboards.
“Where’s Alice?” Raven wondered cautiously. Sometimes even his dreams she would run in and just ruin everything. Unfortunately Oz straightened at his question.
“Oh. She’s with Sharon. Something about visiting a bookstore. I stayed behind because I was worried about when you were going to get home, although Break didn’t seem that concerned.” Oz’s tone was dry, suggesting that Break was hardly ever concerned about anything so that was a moot point.
Raven dropped the subject and resumed watching Oz again as the boy served a cup of black coffee and added sugar before placing it in front of him. The steam actually felt real, waves of it undulating hypnotically in the air. Next to it was set a plate with piled on ladyfingers.
Oz stilled his hand when he reached for the cup. “Wait for it to cool down.”
“Mmn.” The Pandora agent agreed dreamily, staring down at the small hand covering his. “I’m bigger than you.”
“Yes, yes you are. For now.” The hand lifted and Oz removed Raven’s hat, setting it aside. Then he began disrobing the man of his outer layers, guiding Raven to move his arms to peel away the coat, folding it and setting it aside also. It was trickier when he reached to remove Raven’s tie--the gunner chuckled whimsically and Oz let out a small ‘whoa!’ as he was plunked down over the other’s lap.
“… Jeez, you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk. I’m dreaming.”
Oz recognized that steady, stubborn glint in Gilbert’s eye. He gave up on trying to dislodge him of that particular illusion and reluctantly settled over his manservant’s lap. He wasn’t sure this was quite the way he’d wanted this sort of thing to start off but this was what he’d been given to work with and he intended to make it work.
“Alright,” He said soothingly, reaching up to slide his fingers under Raven’s collar, loosening it and beginning to work his tie free. “This is a dream. What do you think is going to happen next?” He dropped his gaze down to the man’s throat, careful not to worsen the knot instead of unraveling it.
“I don’t know.” Raven’s brow furrowed petulantly. “I wake up or Alice comes by at this point.”
Oz paused and started laughing under his breath, beginning to slide the tie off from the man’s neck inch by inch, collecting the excess material in the palm of his hand. It lasted until Raven gripped his hips and leaned forward to kiss him.
Oz smelled the whiff of alcohol on the other’s breath and pulled back reluctantly. He didn’t want their first kiss to be some kind of… fakery. He pushed Raven back and said lightly; “Let’s get something in your stomach.”
“I don’t want to.” Raven began stroking his back, as if he were a shy cat that needed to be comforted. Oz tolerated it and awkwardly reached for the coffee and a long ladyfinger.
“Too bad. Now.” He blew over the surface of the coffee and then dipped the end of the cookie into it, letting it soak and darken before he lifted it and offered it to Raven.
Raven scoffed at him, apparently deciding to be contumacious. Oh, for God’s sake.
“Well, if you don’t want it…” Oz shrugged, bringing the cookie to his mouth and wrapping his lips around the end and biting down. He met Gilbert’s golden eyes under lowered eyelashes, the cookie crumbling on his tongue sweetly.
Raven took the coffee out of his hand and downed it without flinching, wiping his mouth with a lick of his tongue when he was done and putting the mug on the table behind Oz. Then he took the teenager’s face between his hands and kissed him desperately. Oz faltered at the strangely addictive taste of lingering brandy and strong, sweet black coffee before he curled his arms around the man’s neck with a contented sigh, still clutching the tie tightly.