PANDORA HEARTS KINK(-ish) MEME
The Pandora Hearts Kink(-ish) Meme!
Okay, this here's a kink meme! You know the drill! Only... it's actually okay if you want to request/write/draw gen or non-porny pairing fic, because hey, the PH fandom is kinda small, right. 8D;
WARNING: As I'm sure you can tell from the description, this is anything goes, so if you're bothered by the ( Read more... )
Okay, this here's a kink meme! You know the drill! Only... it's actually okay if you want to request/write/draw gen or non-porny pairing fic, because hey, the PH fandom is kinda small, right. 8D;
WARNING: As I'm sure you can tell from the description, this is anything goes, so if you're bothered by the ( Read more... )
Oz moaned softly, and Gil kissed him harder, before he drew away gently. His hands found Oz’s tie, and began fumbling with it. His master blushed again, before his hands moved to help Gil, and together they deftly unknotted it, and Gil smiled as he pulled it from around Oz’s neck. His master was lovely, underneath him, fair hair falling into green eyes, pale skin flushed pink, lips parted in curiosity and fascination. Gil leaned down, and kissed Oz again, as he slid the grey vest off his shoulders, from under his back.
Oz’s hands began struggling with Gil’s cravat, and he leaned back. It appeared Oz couldn’t figure it out, and Gil chuckled and helped him, never breaking their eye contact. The silk fell away easily, and Oz tossed it aside, on the growing pile of clothes beside his large bed. His slender hands ran down Gil’s chest, memorizing muscle through the thin material of his dress shirt. Gil emitted a small sound, and began unbuttoning Oz’s top. The teenager blushed again, despite the fact that it wasn’t exactly a private part of his body. The way Gil was watching him made him positively squirm-his servant had already undressed Oz in his mind.
He pulled back the white fabric, and Oz shyly curled slightly, self-conscious as Gil’s hands ran down his skin. His hand paused over Oz’s seal, his face falling as he pressed his palm into the boy’s warm chest. The heartbeat was a strong thump-thump thump-thump thump-thump under the black clock. He leaned down, and kissed Oz again, hand still pressed to his heart, and the gunman wondered how many more hours, days, weeks would tick away before there were no more.
Oz arched into him, and Gil pressed his hips down automatically. The kiss deepened, and his hands began to wander, down to Oz’s waist, up his sides, back down to his hips. Oz’s body was turning his mind hazy-it was all softly defined muscle, gently sloped curves, slender, perfect design. Oz’s hand had begun to wander, as well-he had managed to open Gil’s shirt, and his hands were exploring well-developed muscle, soft skin, the scar he had inflicted. He was curious, and his hands became braver, sliding around to Gil’s back, traveling down, down, to his bottom. Gil gasped when Oz squeezed, and he opened his eyes to find his master smirking. That little-! He should have known the shyness wouldn’t last.
“What is it?” Oz asked.
“You very well know.” Gil narrowed his eyes, “You were putting on an act!”
Oz’s mouth dropped open, “I-I was not!”
“You’re suddenly confident.”
“Because now I have a bit of knowledge~”
“You’re evi-nnn!”
Oz smiled, as he relaxed his hold, then jammed Gil’s hips once again into his pelvis. His body jolted with sensation, body electrifying at the contact. He was already becoming aroused once again, his young hormones lending him near-eternal reserves of energy. Gil flailed as Oz essentially took control, with each contact of their hips. He closed his eyes, and kissed Oz hard, pulling his hair gently, running fingers down his face. Oz moaned, and kissed back eagerly, his back arching into a lovely curve that only drove Gil madder.
“Want more?” Oz asked.
“Y-yes . . .”
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He caught the boy’s hands, and laid them flat against the bed, lacing their fingers. Oz’s face rivaled a tomato, and Gil leaned down and kissed it away, until his master’s body relaxed. He smiled as he drew away, and trailed kisses along Oz’s slender neck, down his chest. His body was perfect, beautiful, all his and Alice’s. Oz moaned and wriggled, in the most wonderful and enticing way. Gil pressed his hips hard into Oz’s causing him to gasp, before he guided his master’s hands to his waistband. Oz chickened out and tried to pull his hand back, but Gil kept it there and began to guide his fingers in undoing the button. Oz hesitated, and then slowly assumed it on his own, face brilliant vermillion.
He kept his eyes fixed on his face as he unraveled the mechanisms, and shimmied Gil’s slacks down his legs. The servant stepped out of his clothes, before he gently lowered himself to Oz’s body until warm skin touched. Oz’s eyes widened, and Gil leaned close to him, lips parted as his breathing deepened with arousal. Oz arched his back again, the move instinctive, and closed his eyes as they molded together beautifully, perfect in unison. Oz moaned, as skin slid over skin, and his body flushed, responding to the magnetism of one of his loves. Gil leaned down, and kissed Oz hard, hands moving down to squeeze his backside. Oz moaned loudly, and melted into him.
“Nnn, G-Gil! That feels . . .”
“Feels what?” He murmured against Oz’s lips.
“W-wonderful . . .” Oz pushed his hips into Gil’s, and arched his back as their members brushed, “M-more!”
“A-as you wish.”
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YOUVE GOT OZ DOWN PACKED. AND NO THERE WILL BE NO LOWER CASE. THE WAY YOU WRITE OZ IS SO UNBELIEVABLY PERFECT, IT'S NOT EVEN REAL. HOLY CRAP. AND I'M NOT EVEN GOING TO MENTION WHAT IT TAKES TO WRITE OZ WITH ALCE AND THEN OZ WITH GIL, CAUSE THAT'S A WHOLE NOTHER BALL GAME THAT ALMOST NO ONE GETS INTO.
BUT ANYWAY, I'M LIKE WOW.
AND NOW, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, I HAVE A PROMPT TO FILL, JUST FOR YOU.
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I. Love. This. FANDOM.
*ahem*
Thank you sooooo much. >.< Actually, actually, Oz is freakishly my spitting image. We have the same personality and some of the same issues so writing him is really easy for me (except I am sooooo not blond). ""XD BUT THANK YOU. I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT.
I'm assuming you're the OP. Are you the OP?
ZOMG REALLY? YOU'RE DOING MY FILL? *did not know this*
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Gil drew back, and Oz’s face fell, but he smiled in assurance, his eyes rising to Alice, who seemed to have been watching them with rapt fascination this whole time. He lifted a hand and waved it before her face, and she blinked, eyes refocusing properly, “Wh-what?”
“There should be oil of some sort in the bathroom. Could you grab it?”
She took a few moments to process what he’d said, “Why do you need that?”
Oz turned bright red under Gil again, and the servant sighed, “Just go get it.”
She glared at Gil for a moment, before she moved to slide off the bed. Gil returned his attention to Oz as the light patter of her footsteps faded, and he leaned down and kissed his master again, softly. Oz responded, his back arching, slender legs wrapping around Gil’s hips. He moaned and deepened the kiss, hips pressing forward into Oz’s. Their skin whispered together, soft moans, gasps, kisses hanging in the air above them.
Soft footsteps told them Alice was returning, and Gil looked up just as she dropped a small bottle of massage oil next to Oz, who stared at it like it was some sort of dangerous weapon. Gil laughed, and ran his fingers softly down the boy’s face, until he relaxed, and the gunman picked it up with his free hand. He drew away, until he towered over Oz, whose brilliant green eyes slowly descended Gil’s body until they stopped, and then took on the size of tea saucers. Gah, his master was so cute.
“Is . . .”
“Is what?”
“Is-is-” Oz was sure he was going to eventually pass out from the amount of blood flowing into his brain, “Is that . . . is that going to fit?”
“Er . . . we can make it fit?”
Oz emitted a small squeak, and nodded.
“It’ll hurt a bit.” Gil murmured, working the cork off the glass bottle, and then tipping it over his fingers. Oz watched warily, and Gil could visibly see his body tensing, in the stress of his abdomen and legs, “Relax.” He leaned across and set the open bottle on the nightstand, “It’ll hurt less.”
“Th-that’s not very assuring, Gil.”
In answer, his servant reached down with his clean hand and stroked Oz’s hair, “Close your eyes.”
“What.”
“Close your eyes.”
“Bu-but-”
“The more you work yourself up, the more it’ll hurt. It’s like-like getting poked with a needle.”
“Oh yes, because needles make me feel soooo endeared to you right now.”
“Just close your eyes.”
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“Relax, relax. More deep breaths.”
Oz whimpered, eyes still closed, but complied. It only ached a bit, but it felt strange and he didn’t like it. He felt something soft against his lips, and kissed Gil back, muscle memory picking up the movements automatically. He felt Gil begin to move his fingers within his body, and he tried not to shy away or withdraw. The ache increased, and he wriggled uncomfortably. Gil continued to kiss him, moving down to his cheek, his neck, and back up to his lips again. Oz could feel his muscles stretching, readjusting, and eventually relaxing. He eventually opened his eyes, and Gil drew away slightly.
“Good?” Gil asked.
“Well, it doesn’t hurt anymore, but it still feels weird, and I don-AH!”
Gil smiled, and slid his finger back again, and pushed in. Oz’s back arched once again, mouth parting in surprise. The ache had transformed into something gloriously positive and-and-hot and it felt most lovely when his servant did that. Oz emitted a low groan, and Gil struck up a slow, consistent pace. Oz promptly turned into jelly, hands scrambling at Gil’s back, legs parting further, high tenor voice producing the most wonderful sounds. Gil leaned down, and kissed him again, and Oz’s arms wrapped tightly around his neck, sharp little fingernails digging into his skin.
Gil paused for a moment, and added a second finger. Oz gasped-this time it hurt, badly. He buried his face in his love’s shoulder, as Gil attempted to kiss his cheek from such an odd angle. Oz mumbled something about throbbing, as Gil scissored his fingers, trying to open his master wider. Oz whimpered again, and his servant frowned. He didn’t like to see Oz in pain, but he knew it would be much worse if he didn’t stretch Oz’s muscles out first. It was a few minutes and a lot of scratches on his neck, but Oz’s muscles eventually relaxed, and he was once again pliable with bliss in Gil’s arms.
He added his ring finger.
“AH! G-Gil . . .”
Oz felt his eyes burn with tears from pain, and Gil nuzzled him, keeping his hand still. Oz tried not to move, for fear of increasing the sharp, fiery sting that wound up from his pelvis into his stomach and back. Gil gently stroked his hair back from his face, and kissed him on the forehead, simply watching his master. Oz was taking deep, slow breaths once again, trying to keep himself calm and force his body to unwind.
The muscles relaxed, and Gil opened his hand. Oz buried his face in his hands, and emitted a small, strangled sound. Dear God, Gil hoped he wasn’t making Oz cry. His master appeared to be enduring it, however, and his resilient body appeared to be learning, readjusting faster than it had before. Oz eventually dropped his hands, his back arching, which Gil was quickly learning as a signal of Oz’s complete pleasure. He wriggled his fingers, and slid them in and out, in and out. Oz’s flesh felt superbly hot, tight, and slick around his hand, and he found himself mentally replacing it with his own member.
“Giiiil! Nnnnnn . . . aaaah! AAHH! Th-that feels so-uuuuhhn . . .”
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“You ready?” Gil asked.
Oz nodded, eyes hazy but apprehensive of more pain. Gil leaned down, and kissed him again, and slowly, slowly, pushed inside. Oz hissed, and closed his eyes, but he was surprised to find it didn’t hurt quite as much as he thought it would-all the prepping Gil had done had paid off. He opened his eyes, lips parted as he realized Gil was within him, their flesh was fusing into each other, and his breath quickened at the thought.
He looked up at Gil, and slowly nodded, “More.”
Gil complied, sliding in the rest of the way, mind going numb at the sheer ecstasy of being inside Oz. The hot muscles hugged every curve and dip, and everything was slippery from the oil. Oz was whimpering again, and the servant kissed him, hard, trying to keep control of himself. Oz kissed back, and wriggled his hips, and it took Gil a moment to realize Oz was whimpering from lack of movement, not pain.
Gil slowly slid out, and both boys both shivered with tingles and pleasure, before he thrust back in, deep.
“GIL! G-God . . . uaaaaah! AAHHNN!”
Oz dug at Gil’s back, body gyrating in time to Gil’s thrusts, which quickly spun out of control. Between the sensation of Oz’s body around his own and his lovely, aroused voice, he found he was unable to help himself. Oz was already dizzy with pleasure, each thrust spinning his balance and causing his body to tense and shiver. Heat pooled on his insides and crawled up his inner walls and his member, pressure and some pleasant ache building in pressure. There was a certain spot Gil kept hitting that made his vision go white every time, and the small part of his brain that could still form proper thoughts beyond ecstatic swear words reasoned that this was the male g-spot, the prostate.
Gil increased the pace, pounding faster, faster, and harder, until Oz’s voice was drowning his low groans and gasps, and they were both slippery with sweat and their limbs were aching from physical effort. Gil drew back for more leverage, his hand sliding down to Oz’s side to grab his hips. He arched low over his master, and plunged in as fast and deep as he could, until his ears buzzed and he wasn’t breathing anymore.
“Oz, Oz, Oz, OZ, AH!”
“GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL AAAAAHHHHHHH!”
They orgasmed together, bodies tensing, throats rubbed raw. Oz inhaled wildly and his vision went black for a moment, before his brain recovered and he flopped back against his comforter, sucking in giant clumps of air. Gil was laying over him, still encased inside, though he no longer filled Oz. The young Vessalius blinked, and tried to lift an arm to stroke Gil’s hair, but he was too tired. Gil scooted himself up, which was made easy by their wet skin, and kissed Oz gently, his breath fluttering his master’s bangs as with each strong exhale. They stayed that way for a bit, before their heart rates and limbs recovered, and Gil was able to pull out and push himself off of Oz.
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Gil emitted a half laugh, which was rather painful, and snuggled close to his master, who leaned into him automatically. He wrapped his arms around the smaller body and pulled him close, “We can take a shower later.”
“Yes. We should clean up for Alice . . .”
“Oh . . . right.”
They had both sort of forgotten about her . . . they both looked up. Alice was sitting in the same position as before, her face flushed, chest heaving. Oz bit his lip, and he heard Gil emit a small noise.
“Er . . . what did Alice think?” Oz asked.
Alice blinked, and leaned in closer to them, her chest squeezing together appealingly. “Can . . . can I make Oz scream like that?”
Gil smiled, “S-sure . . . a-anytime.”
She closed the gap, and kissed Oz. He kissed back, then drew away, “Gimme a few first, though. I can’t . . . I don’t think I can even sit up right now. And I at least need to rinse off in the shower . . .” Alice nodded, and laid down next to him and snuggled close, “Ah, Alice, I’m all-” Too late, she was cuddling with him, bodily fluids and all. Oz sighed, and rolled his eyes, and began to stroke her long, silky hair, which he had always been fascinated with.
“Mmm sleep sounds good right now.” Gil murmured.
“Don’t sleep, you need to watch Oz and I.”
“I don’t need to watch. And I probably couldn’t sleep with Oz’s shouts anyway. We’re lucky the whole mansion didn’t hear you.”
Oz turned red, again, “S-sorry. I can’t help it.”
“I know. I like it. It’s . . . well, I’m going to dream about it and wake up and pounce you.”
Oz laughed, “I see.”
“I might, too.” Alice decided, “It’s distracting.”
“Oh, really~?” Oz smiled sadistically.
“Alice, don’t give him psychological weapons, it’s not wise.”
“What are psychological weapons?”
“Maybe I should distract Gil at the next Pandora meeting~”
Gil headdesked into the pillow, “Urrrghhh, why does God do this to meeee.”
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That's all for now. I HOPE OP LIKED. I'm not sure how I'm gonna top this for OzxAlice and GilxAlice now. ""XD
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Oz untangled himself from among them, a few minutes later, and stepped into the bathroom to rinse off. Gil had indeed fallen asleep, but he doubted Alice would allow him to stay so for long. He glanced at himself in the mirror, to find his golden-spun hair was sticking up wildly, his face still flushed. He was still sticky with bodily fluids, and he probably smelled like musk. He turned the taps on, wondering on this new paradigm. Him, Alice, Gil.
He stepped under the warm spray of the shower, and closed his eyes as everything rinsed off. He was warm, happy, and pleased, but he wondered how long the calm would last. His mind went back to that day, when his uncle had declared him his adopted son, and they had taken that group photograph, not five days before Elliot . . . God, he missed Elliot. He rested his hands against the tile wall, his fingers curled, and he wondered where Leo was and what he was doing.
A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts, “You coming?”
Oz looked up, “Yes, Alice. Soon.”
“Hurry up. Stupid Seaweed Head fell asleep and I’m . . . er . . . I wanna try.”
Oz smiled, “I’ll be out in a moment.” He finished rinsing off, and shut the water down. He stepped out, and grabbed a towel, and opened the door as he began to dry his hair. Alice blinked at him, her eyes automatically sliding down his body. He giggled, as he wrapped the towel around his shoulders, “Like what you see~?”
Alice scowled at him and blushed, “I guess.”
“You guess?”
“C’mon.” She beckoned to the bed.
Oz followed her to it, drying himself off as he walked. His skin was warm from the water, and his hair was damp, as they climbed in beside the sleeping Gil, and she snuggled close to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her close, nuzzling her silky hair. She giggled, and sighed, before her little hands moved to his hips. Oz drew back to look at her, as she pressed her palms into the V where his legs met his torso.
“What are you doing?”
“Raven told me to try some things. And I watched you two.”
“Did he, now? What did he say?”
Alice offered him a secretive smile, as her soft hands slid down his pubic area and he felt his skin tingle. He bit his lip, arms tightening around her, as little fingers massaged small circles into the bone and skin. He pressed his hips upward, hoping for more, but she pushed back, and shifted her weight so she was holding him down. Oz opened his mouth to protest, but she simply climbed into his lap, and settled down against him, legs squeezing around his.
Their bodies melded together perfectly, and he found it was fascinating, how his body fit into hers as well as it had with Gil’s. His hands moved around to her cheeks, and he cupped her face and kissed her. She kissed back, hard, and her small hands returned to his hips, and slid in, in, in, and wrapped around his heat. He moaned, as she pulled experimentally, as Gil had done earlier. He could feel her smile against his lips, and he was suddenly being pushed back, back. Oz wrapped his arms around her, as her hands left his member and her hips pushed into him. He arched his back, and made to move with her, but she suddenly pulled away.
“Alice, what’re yo-”
He broke off as she hoisted herself on her knees, and began to shimmy her skirt down her hips. He blushed-he seemed to be doing that a lot, lately. He reached up and helped her, watching in fascination as the clothing slid off, revealing more and more skin, parts he had never seen and only knew of from studying biology. His face was bright red as her skirt and undergarments were stripped away and thrown off, and she leaned down and straddled him once again.
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“Raven, wake up.”
“The hell. Let him sleep.”
“Nope. Raveeeeen~” She poked him in the nose. The gunman twitched and tried to wave her hand away in sleep, and she just slapped him lightly on the cheek, “C’mon you lazy ass!”
“Uugh, what?” Gil asked, slowly opening a golden eye.
Alice leaned down, and whispered something to Gil. The gunman blinked for a moment, as he listened, and Oz rolled his eyes once again. His servant sat up, suddenly, and reached over and placed his right hand on Oz’s forehead. The heir blinked for a moment, and was just processing the fact that this was Gil’s sealing hand, when blue light bloomed in his eyes, and he heard the small ping of Alice’s powers being released slightly.
“What in the hell-” He was promptly cut off when a chain shot towards him, and wrapped around his left wrist, “Uhh-” Yet another snapped at his foot, and wound up his leg, and the free end of the one attached to his wrist wrapped around the bedpost, “ . . . Gil?”
No answer.
“Gil?!”
Gil had apparently fallen back asleep.
“I AM GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN YOU WAKE UP! I WILL UNLEASH A THOUSAND CATS UPON YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME SERV-mmmmfff . . .” Oz was promptly distracted as Alice kissed him roughly. He struggled underneath her, but the chains tightened around his limbs slightly, and he calmed, assuming the more he struggled, the tighter she would hold him. Alice drew back with a rather evil smile, and Oz gulped. He was doomed. Doomed to endless sexual torture. Doomed. His sex organs would shrivel up and die at the mercy of his female love.
“Comfortable?” Alice asked, running her fingers over a chain link.
“You’re evil. Evil, evil, eviiil.”
Alice pouted, “Raven said I should do it, it was his idea. He said you would like it.”
“GIL! YOU WAKE THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW!”
Gil stirred slightly, and turned over, hugging his pillow tighter. Oz glared at him, and tried his best to flip his servant the bird with both hands bound over his head.
“What are you doing?” Alice asked. She had seen Break use that once in Sharon’s presence, and she had set upon her servant with a fan, “ . . . should I punish you?”
“No.” Oz put his finger down, “And what could have possessed Gil to give you this idea?”
Alice shrugged, and began to stroke Oz’s hip again. He bit his lip, wary, as she watched him, eyebrows scrunched in contemplation. Oz waited, as her hand continued to caress his hipbone, maddeningly close to his member. He tried shifting so that she would brush against it, but the chains pulled him back into position when he tried to move, though they had ceased tightening, so his circulation wasn’t cut off.
“Lessee, what should I try first?”
“God, I was in the shower for like five minutes. What did he tell you?”
“A lot.”
“ . . . I thought he was sleeping.”
“He told me before he went to sleep.”
“ . . . I-I see.”
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“A-Alice . . . uuhnn . . . e-evil . . .”
She smiled, and kissed him hard as she yanked on him.
“Ah! M-more . . .”
She released him, eyes taking in Oz’s body-his flushed skin, his swollen, erect member, his vulnerability. She bit her lip, and moved so she straddled him, soft folds pressing into his hips. He gasped, and closed his eyes, breath growing heavier with anticipation, frustration, the thrill of it. Alice emitted a small sound, and he opened his eyes to see her with lips parted, violet eyes hazy, long chocolate hair brushing over her porcelain skin. She looked deceptively delicate, despite the fact that she held him at her mercy.
“A-Alice . . . p-please?”
Alice blinked at him, and then smiled, “Please what?”
Oz blushed, “Please . . . more?”
“That’s not very specific.” She folded her arms haughtily across her chest, lending her wonderful cleavage Oz’s eyes were magnetized to, “C’mon, manservant. Say it.”
“Er . . .” Oz’s face was going to catch on fire, as he cast about for what to say, “Please . . . fuck me until I can’t see straight?”
Alice blinked, “Is that what that word means?”
Oz nodded, eyes still on her chest, face still burning. Alice smiled, and leaned down and kissed him. Gil had given her many tips, and she suddenly slid down, down, and began kissing his neck, his chest. Oz wondered what in the hell she was planning, until she began to make a definitive path downwards. Oz opened his mouth in surprise, as she traced the definition of his abdominal muscles with her fingers, and kissed down the center line of his stomach. He laid his head back, and stared at the ceiling, waiting.
Her lips were teasing him, contacting everywhere but where he wanted. He closed his eyes, and resumed deep breaths, until something warm and wet slithered up the right side of his shaft. He gasped, goosebumps raised along his skin. He heard Alice emit a small ‘hmm’ before his flesh was encased in hot-wet-her mouth-Jesus Christ.
“A-Aliiiiice! Uuuhnnn . . .”
She sucked experimentally, only sliding down him a bit, and he thrust his hips up. She drew back with a cough, and Oz peeked up at her, “S-sorry.” She glared childishly at him, before she pressed down on his hips, bearing her weight so he couldn’t thrust up. He watched with huge eyes as she leaned down and took his upper half into her mouth, and God why couldn’t Gil have done this to him earlier?
She began to suck harder, and Oz arched his back, loud moans pouring from him as she sucked harder, harder, deeper-more-she suddenly ceased. Oz emitted a small noise, and looked up in time to see her shifting towards him again. He waited, as she straddled him. She leaned down and kissed him, hard, hands tugging at his hair. He kissed back with low groans, as she once again pressed her sex into his. She was such a tease . . .
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Oz took a moment to process what she meant, and nodded, “It’ll hurt a bit. Just to warn you.”
“Okay . . .” She hesitated for a moment, before she wrapped her hand around his member. He wasn’t sure if this was instinctive, or if Gil had told her, but by this point he didn’t much care. He watched as she oriented herself over him, before he felt himself pressed against her entrance. Her eyes were on his, as she sank down, and his flesh seemed to melt inside her. He nearly went cross-eyed with the sensation, until she stopped with a small gasp.
Oz worked through the haze in his mind, and noted that her face was pained. He held himself still, as she waited to adjust, and his mind zeroed in on the sensation of her flesh surrounding him-hot, wet, compressed, perfect. She leaned down, and kissed him again, before she sank the remainder of the way. Oz gasped, “Uuuhhnn . . . Aliiiiice . . .” She began to move, and he did with her, back arching, hips pushing up to be farther, deeper, more.
“Oooz . . . uuuhnnnn . . .”
“A-Aliiice . . . y-you feel . . . so good . . . uuhn . . . uuaah!”
Her skin was soft against his, her flesh perfect around him, and she worked her hips faster, faster, until he was plunging deep and her arms were shaking with the effort as she used his shoulders as leverage to pull herself up, down, up. There was a loud crack, and one of the chains wrapped around a bedpost on Oz’s headboard splintered the wood, and eventually snapped away, leaving Oz’s hand free. He took full advantage, reaching up and kneading Alice’s breasts one-handed. Alice moaned, and nuzzled him, the sensations of her body merging together wonderfully.
The pressure built, built, heat increasing, more, more-
“Oz! OOOZ! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
“Aliice . . . A-ALICE! A-ALI-AAAHHHH!”
Oz felt Alice’s muscles squeeze him tight, tight, until it nearly hurt, and he tipped over the edge right after, hand digging into her shoulder for an anchor. They orgasmed in succession, limbs shaking, bodies electrified with pleasure and the release of pressure. Alice eventually relaxed, and keeled over into his chest. The chains all went limp and slid away and vanished, her power spent. Oz wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her on the neck, the cheek, her lips.
“That was . . . that was wonderful.”
“Y-yes. I like this sex thing.” She breathed.
“Mm, I’m glad. I love you.”
“Love you, too. You never said that to Raven, after.”
Oz scowled, “He doesn’t deserve it anyway. He conspired against his master.” Oz reached over, and flicked Gil in the nose. The gunman scrunched his face up, and woke.
“Mm . . . hallo.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
Gil blinked, “H-huh?”
“You helped me tie up Oz. And it was your idea.”
Gil stared at Oz’s glare for a moment, then paled, “Y-you weren’t supposed to tell him!”
“So it was your idea!” Oz said.
“I thought you’d like it!”
“You’re so lucky I don’t have energy right now.”
“Perhaps I could help you with revenge, Oz~” Alice mused.
Gil squeaked, and pulled his pillow over his face so he couldn’t see their evil smiles. Why did things always backfire against him? Well, he deserved it in this case, but really. There was no winning this particular battle. Though, he had a feeling he would probably enjoy whatever punishment Oz and Alice devised. As much as he refused to admit it, he did retain some masochistic tendencies. And it wasn’t like they would truly hurt him-they loved him. He peeked out from behind the pillow, to see Oz stroking Alice’s hair idly.
“Does Gil feel rested, now?” Oz asked.
“Yes. I do.”
“Then it’s Alice’s turn~”
Alice nodded, and kissed Oz, before she sat up, and away from him. Gil watched her, as he pushed himself up as well. Her eyes were intense, beautiful amethyst and wine, and he wondered why it was he had never noticed how beautiful those eyes were before. He was almost reminded of Oz’s, though she didn’t hold that same hypnotic, apocalyptic power. He leaned in slowly, and her hand gently stroked his hair dark, curly hair back.
“It doesn’t feel like seaweed.” She whispered.
“Of course, Stupid Rabbit. It’s hair.”
“Mm.”
She closed the gap, kissed him, and together their hearts swelled into the love Oz wanted them to have.
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Gil’s hands found her hips, and he traced their soft curve, up, down, until she wriggled away and laughed. It tickled her, apparently. Gil smiled at Alice, and she leaned in again, their kisses rough, competitive, sensual. Her hands scraped through his hair, and pulled-she was fascinated by how soft it was, the way it was the color of ink, soft curls relaxing against pale cheeks and neck. Gil really was as beautiful as she found Oz, and she wondered why she had never noticed it, before.
She felt Gil’s hands slide up her back, and traced around to her front. He cupped her breasts along the outside, and she sighed as he lightly squeezed. It made her body shiver, and she kissed him harder, deeper, rougher. He pulled her until she settled into his lap, and his hands kneaded her chest rhythmically. She could feel his chest rise and fall, his rapid heartbeat, his smooth skin transforming into puckered scar tissue. She nuzzled his neck.
“More?”
“You want more?” Gil murmured, “More of what?”
“I dunno. Maybe you could do what I did to Oz. With your mouth.”
Gil blushed at the thought, “I-I suppose. I’ve never done it before . . . I-I mean, with a woman . . .”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’ve actually never been with a girl.”
“What?” Oz’s voice cut across. They both turned, to look at him.
“Er . . . I’ve actually only ever been with . . . other men. It’s weird, I know.”
“I see. Who were you with?” Alice asked.
Gil hesitated, “You don’t want to know.”
“Why not?” Oz asked.
“Because . . . it-it doesn’t matter, anyway. I love you two. This means something important, now.”
Alice narrowed her eyes, “I think it’s important.”
“Yes. We won’t judge you, I swear.” Oz said.
“ . . . Break.”
Alice stared at him, “Seriously?”
“Don’t laugh! I was like sixteen and it was stupid!”
“Wow, you were around my age.” Oz said.
“You’re not helping.”
“Sorry. Anyone else?”
Gil hesitated once again, but his two loves were watching him, “ . . . um . . . V-Vince . . . taught me some things.”
They both blinked at him. Oz seemed to process this and understand more than Alice, because he began to look rather green. Gil cringed, and looked away. They probably didn’t want anything to do with him, anymore. Incest was wrong, it was sick, it wasn’t okay. A small hand cupped his chin, and pulled up his head, so that he had to look at Alice. Her eyes were narrowed, calculating in only the way a fighter could be.
“It’s okay. We still love you.”
“Yes.” Oz’s voice was quiet.
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Alice eventually relaxed her body, and began to pull away from him. He watched her for a moment, before he rose and pushed her back. She squeaked, startled, and he found it . . . it was cute. He blushed, and kissed her on the forehead. He found her hands, which were tiny enough to fit into one of his, and pulled them over her head. He laced his fingers with hers, and kissed her in the center of her neck, and he felt her swallow underneath his lips.
Alice watched the ceiling, as his soft lips brushed down her neck. She gasped when he would scrape his teeth over her skin, nip, lick. She wriggled underneath him, desiring for him to go lower, but he took as much time as he wanted. Eventually, he traveled down to her left breast, and she squeaked as something slick and hot slithered over her right breast. It took her a moment to realize it was his tongue, and she moaned as he brushed over her nipple, around to the outside, and back again to center.
“G-Giiiil . . . uhhn . . . that-that’s so . . .”
Soft lips kissed her nipple, and she could feel him smiling, before her skin was covered in hot, soaking-he began to suck on her right breast. She closed her eyes, as she felt his warm hand press into her other breast and squeeze, and she moaned. Gil began to suck harder, as she felt his thigh suddenly press between her legs. She wriggled again, as her body shivered with pleasure and heat pooled in her stomach, down between her legs. She wanted more.
Gil appeared to read her mind, or perhaps it was simply his servant’s intuition, because he kissed between her breasts, before he left a trail down her ribcage, down her stomach. She tried to sit up to peek at his progress, but his hands were holding her down, long arms reaching all the way up her torso. She scowled, and flopped back and waited. She heard Gil chuckle gently, a low rumble that vibrated against her and made her shiver. Stupid Seaweed Head. Making her wait.
He made it her hips, and she expected him to continue in a straight line, but he diverted, kissing the outside of her hipbone. She moaned, and wriggled, and cuffed the side of his leg with her thigh.
“Hurry up, stupid!”
“Mm, you’re no fun.”
“If you torture me, you’ll pay for it later.”
“Sorry, Alice.”
She realized belatedly that they had begun to use each other’s given names a mere few minutes ago, when she had moaned his name . . . she blushed, embarrassed suddenly. She was turning into a pushover underneath his skilled hands and tongue. She was promptly distracted when something soft pressed at the peak between her legs. She blinked, and wondered what Gil was doing, before something else hot and slithery pressed in the same spot and-
“G-Gil! Uuuuuhn! Ahhh . . .”
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His hands had released hers earlier, so he could move farther down, and they began to rub the inside of her thighs, soft, light, long touches. Alice sighed, content with the sensations of his mouth, his hands. She wriggled after a bit, wanting more, and he complied. She gasped, as she felt his tongue press to her entrance, before it slithered inside.
“AAAAH! G-Giiiiil . . . aaaaahhh . . . uuuhnn . . .”
“Mmm . . .”
She tasted different than he had expected-heady and musky, a mixed taste of salt and sweet and something else that was just Alice. He moaned again, softly, and pressed his tongue to her inner walls, sliding it up and down. She squealed, and her legs pushed him farther between her legs. He groaned, suffocating in her smell, her taste, her heat. He extended his tongue as he was pressed forward, and discovered a small, fleshy nub. He swirled his tongue around it curiously, and she jerked before her muscles clamped down around him.
“GIIIIIIIIIIIL!”
He nearly suffocated as she pressed him into her, though this would have been a rather nice way to die. He was flooded with an increase of her tangy juices, which he tried his best to swallow so he wouldn’t drown in them. Her legs at last relaxed, and he was free to slip out and wipe her fluids away from his face. He sat back, and sucked in some fresh air until he no longer felt dizzy from lack of oxygen. Alice had her eyes on him, watching his every small movement with great intent. He finished recovering, and leaned down and kissed her softly. She nuzzled his cheek, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
He began to adjust himself to slip inside her, but she suddenly pushed him until he turned over. She smiled, and pushed on him, “Scoot against the headboard.”
He blinked for a moment, and then complied with her command, moving back until his back sat against Oz’s headboard. Alice crawled towards him, a rather devious smile on her face, and Gil bit his lip. He wondered what she was planning, but it appeared simple when she simply climbed over his legs and straddled him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her close, his head falling back against the wall as she sank down over him, wonderfully slick and tight.
“Gilbert?” A little hand settled itself into his hair, and he blinked and looked down at her. She began to move, and he groaned, strong hands splayed across her hips, as he impaled her harder over him, faster, deeper. Her body was as breathtaking as Oz’s, just as perfect, delicate, all his. She laid her head down on his shoulder, violet eyes closing, as they moved together, her cries drowning his own, as he felt his body coil tighter, tighter.
“Giiiil . . . . I-I love you . . .”
He blinked, and kissed her weakly on the neck, “L-Love you, too . . . nnnnn . . .”
“Uuuhnn . . . Giiil . . .”
He slammed her down harder, harder, deeper, deeper, until she shrieked, and her little nails scratched his chest, “GIIIIIL! AAAAAAAAAAH!”
“A-Aliice! Uuhnn . . .”
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Alice kissed him lazily, before she slid off of him, and laid down. Oz waited until she was settled, before he crawled over and snuggled in next to her. Gil smiled, and slid down himself, until he was able to reach out and grab them, pulling both close to him. Oz giggled, and he could feel Alice wriggling and muttering about idiot servants, and he chuckled. He reached down, and pulled the covers from under them, and they all shifted as he pulled the blankets up to their shoulders. They all relaxed into each other, the warmth of body heat and bedding soothing, perfect, peaceful.
“I love you both.” Oz murmured.
Gil smiled, “Love you both, too.”
“Same. I love my boys~”
Soon, the room was silent, but for the soft breaths of a sleeping, content threesome.
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Aaaands, that's it~! I hoped the OP enjoyed. Please tell me what you think. >.<
Also, this fill has actually expanded into an actual fanfic idea for me, and I made an FST for it I have problems, so I can link back to it here if OP and other readers want. I do plan to post it on the PH comm, so you should see it there. ^^
I hope you enjoyed~! This was fun.
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