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his-loyal-valet:

Of course he’d still be as devoted to Oz as he was today. The years that he’d served Oz when they were both children, the Vessalius had been his sole devotion. Still was, and always would be. Wasn’t his lack of a left arm proof enough of that? And all of that aside, Oz was still his best friend on top of that. Friends sacrifice things for each other, stick together through thick and thin. The only real difference that would’ve occurred had Oz not been cast into the Abyss would be they would have seen Oz physically mature into an adult just as Gilbert had. How strange it would be to see that since Oz as he was now was what his valet was used to seeing.

Would things have taken as long as they had to progress to exactly where they were now? Neither one of them would ever be able to say for sure. Time was a fickle thing, as were friendships that slowly trod over lines that classified things as platonic and moved into other territories.

Remorse or not, it would be an utter lie if Oz wasn’t feeling any sort of apprehension over what they were edging towards. Technically he was as inexperienced as Gilbert was, the only difference was their self-confidence levels were worlds apart and it showed in instances like this one. Of course Gilbert was going to be fidgety. This had never been a concern of his before Oz came back, it wasn’t (and still wasn’t really if he was to be quite frank) a high priority for the Nightray. It felt good, he wouldn’t be able to deny that, but the fact that neither of them had thus far put any real thought into how it would work proved to be a strong source of the valet’s hesitation in letting them get ahead of themselves. They’d never been in any real rush before this, why would they be now? They both had their wits about them, there was no time limit that they had to adhere to to do something like this, and there weren’t repercussions waiting for them if they didn’t.

And of course Oz had to push threshold’s even further. The Nightray squirmed when he felt the slight pressure between his legs in the form of the blonde’s thigh, that much was to be expected. He was getting him flustered alright, if the lights in the room were on the red cheeks of the noir would be easy to spot against his otherwise alabaster skin. But they weren’t, so fate was merciful to him in that way. His hold didn’t waver on keeping the noble against him, but he was breaking the contact between their lips just enough so that he could muster out a few words in between them.

"What’re you trying to do now—?…"

Though Oz knew for a fact that there would not be any negative reactions to his advancements, he was still pleased when Gilbert began to grow more and more fidgety. It was not a difficult task to get the valet riled up, and Oz was already on the right track. Half of him wanted to keep this going as a sort of game just to see how far he really could push Gil. Then there was the other part of him that wanted to keep on going because he felt it was the right thing to do at the time. They had never been this far with one another before and it was an experience Oz wanted to relish in rather than treat it like any other time when he was out to fluster his companion.

Oz cracked open his eyes as he heard the breathy sound of Gil's voice and felt the man's warm breath tickling his lips. What was he trying to do now Gil asked? That was a very good question. What exactly was he driving at? He was just letting his body take over. His mind was a little clouded at the moment so he was trusting his subconscious to do the work for him. For as confident of an individual as Oz was, this was an area where he lacked skills in. He was just as unsure as Gil was, but he did not show it like his friend.

"I have absolutely no idea." Oz replied, giving him an honest answer.

"Doing what feels right I guess." He added, feeling that he owed his partner a more legitimate answer. Oz did not know if he would rather one of them be a little more up to par on intimate matters of the sort of if they both be just as they were now, knowing nothing at all. He supposed it was better for them to both be inexperienced seeing as they could figure things out together.

Figuring that he had given an adequate answer, Oz proceeded to meet Gil's lips with his own and get back to what he wanted to do right now. His hands slowly untangled themselves from Gilbert's hair and began to slide down his neck. Oz even allowed himself to start undoing the buttons of Gil's night shirt so that he could run his fingers over his servant's chest. He had never properly taken time to get to know his partner's body, so why not do that now? It only seemed like the appropriate thing to do once taking all things in to consideration.

#hisloyalvalet #edit: useless trash is what I am xD

his-loyal-valet:

"Doesn’t justify you being toted around like a child, you’re older than me."

Okay he technically wasn’t older than Oz, but details. Gilbert was just fine with not getting publicly humiliated when he could manage that. But of course he had no say in the matter, being the servant and all.

That was one of Gilbert’s downfalls, his pride was so easily wounded sometimes, and with the right words said it was very easy to get him to be swayed into doing things (still within reason of course, Gilbert has his morals after all). And unfortunately for the valet, his master knew all the right button’s to push and he had Gilbert doing things with little difficulty on his part.

Golden eyes simply narrowed when he heard the promise to not actively wiggle out of the taller’s grasp. He sometimes didn’t trust Oz as far as he could throw him, and now was one of those times and an ironic one since he was about to pick Oz up a second time.

"Somehow I feel like I shouldn’t be trusting you if I was going to try again."

"Then that should be more than enough of reason to carry me around." Oz retorted. "You have to respect your elders Gil, and, as your master, I would think that you'd do it anyway." There was now a smug expression plastered on the boy's face since he now seemed to have this situation perfectly under control.

It helped the Oz knew Gil well enough to know what to say to sway him so everything would be in his own favour. He already knew for a fact that the man was going to make a second attempt at toting his master around so Oz would not have to try to convince Gil to do. Why he was so compliant a majority of the time, especially when Oz's schemes were on the ridiculous side, was a mystery to him. Not that he was complaining of course.

"I promise you can trust me this time, cross my heart." Oz said, hoping to reassure his friend that he was not going to put up a fight this time around. That, of course, did not mean that he might not do something else, but struggling was out of the question.

#hisloyalvalet #edit: these have been here for so long im afraid to read them so im so sorry for anything

his-loyal-valet:

"Not really sure, guess I just didn’t have the will to. It’s stress relief more than anything even if I know it’s not healthy."

Honest attempt? Suppose so. Desperate attempt? That was more accurate. Gilbert’s perseverance with a habit that he’d had for so long, the addiction to the drug was so deep rooted that somehow he doubted he’d ever be able to put it behind him once and for all. It wasn’t a lack of faith in himself, just accepting the inevitable.

The noir just said nothing when Oz hit the nail on the head with the first guess; of course he would, sometimes he knew Gil too well for his own good. The flashbacks of his quitting attempts came back to mind, and they were all the same: being alright for the first day or two, third and fourth days brought on the cravings, and by the end of the week he was getting more easily aggravated and quick to temper. All a result of the lack of nicotine in his body. He didn’t say much even when he brought his mind back to the present, just plopped his hand on top of Oz’s head and ruffled the blonde locks for a moment.

"Yeah."

Oz would have said that Gil needed to find a new way to relieve his stress, but he knew that doing so would only result in him wasting his breath. They had this conversation several times in the past, and any of Oz's suggestions were never followed. They were heard and processed by his friend, but, in the end, Gilbert did what he wanted. Oz supposed there were worse things that he could have gotten himself into, so what was really so bad about having a smoke?

The boy would have to admit that if someone had told him years ago that Gil would end up smoking, he would not have been able to stop laughing at the notion and mental image that went along with it. It was funny how time changed people. It was now strange to think of Gil actually quitting his bad habit.

Once again, Oz had guessed correctly. He could not even fathom how hard it had been on Gil when he had been in the Abyss. To Oz it had seemed like a matter of hours, but, for Gil and everyone else around him, it had been years. It was amazing that Gilbert even chose to hold his master so near and dear to him as all that time passed. The more Oz thought about it, the more he realized that Gil probably treated that day as if it was the anniversary of his best friend's death.