Okay sooo, this is my first fanfic! I'm really not much of a writer so go easy on me!

I just love this pairing so much that I thought I'd at least give this a try!

This was also quite rushed…I tried not to make it an epic fail though!

So erm…hope you enjoy it!

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Gilbert was sleeping, a soft smile upon his face. He was having a pleasant dream about his beloved master, Oz. He was the boy who he cared about more than anything else in this world, the boy who he had come to love. He had disappeared from his life for ten long years and what a terrible ten years those were, but now…he was back. Once again, he could see the boy's bright smile, enjoy the warmth that surrounded him...yes, in his dream he was with Oz, embracing the young boy.

"Gil…"

The wonderfully familiar voice was quietly calling to him. His face flushed a light shade of pink as his dream continued on, moving from simple embracing to heavier touching. Soon enough, clothes were coming off. Both of them were exploring each others bodies, causing Gilbert to blush deeper as his dream continued to get dirtier and dirtier.

"Gil…"

The voice was clearer now. His dream began to fade as he came more into consciousness. Though it made him sad that his dream was at its end, he knew that it was probably for the best. Oz was a fifteen year old boy and he was a twenty-four year old man. It wasn't proper to be having such dreams about someone so much younger than him.

"Gil!"

With that, Gilbert's eyes finally opened as he woke up. As he blinked a couple times to try and get rid of the grogginess, he was surprised to see a pair of emerald eyes gazing down at him. His master was standing beside his bed, leaning overtop of him.

"O-Oz!" he stuttered, jolting upright in bed as his face became a shade of red. "What are you doing?!" he asked, his mind wandering back to the dream he had been having.

"You were sleeping in too late so I came to wake you up!" Oz responded happily as he sat down on the side of his bed. There was a devilish glint in the boy's eyes and a smirk was across his face, making Gil a little nervous. "You know Gil…you sure were blushing in your sleep. Was Gil dreaming about someone?"

Naturally, this made him blush even deeper. "W-what? No, of course not!" he quickly answered. How long had he been watching him sleep? What if he had said something while he dreamt? That would be more than embarrassing. It made him even more worried as the grin on his master's face widened.

"You're embarrassed! I think Gil likes someone!" Oz teased, giving his servant a small poke in the side. "You'll tell me if I guess right, right?" he asked, not even giving the man a chance to respond before he continued speaking.

"Do I know them? Is it a girl?" he questioned. Getting no response, he continued on, "Is it a boy?" Gilbert blushed even deeper as he looked away from Oz, now focusing his gaze straight ahead of him. His reaction was enough to give Oz his answer. Gilbert prayed that he would stop asking him about this.

"So it's a guy! Hmm…what colour is his hair?" Oz asked. Gilbert frowned, glancing back towards the boy.

"Oz, can we please stop with this game of twenty questions?" he asked, slight irritation in his voice.

"Is it dark like yours?" Oz continued on, completely ignoring his servant's request. As he spoke, he lifted a hand and lightly took a strand of Gilbert's hair between his fingers, twisting it around.

"No…it's not." He replied, flushing as Oz played with the strand of his hair. That felt really good but he tried to ignore the feeling.

"Then…is it blonde like mine?" he asked, grinning once more.

The only response Gilbert gave was a slight nod of his head as his blush deepened. There was no use lying to him.

"How about…" Oz paused, watching his poor servant sit there anxiously as he though of other question that he could ask. It was just too fun for him to tease the man. "How about his eyes? What colour are they?"

Seeing that it didn't look like Gilbert was planning to answer that question, he smirked. "Don't make me get a cat!" he threatened as he slowly pulled his hand away from his hair.

"Green!" Gilbert blushed again as he blurted out the answer. There had been too many times in the past where his master would torment him with cats to get his way. It was so inconvenient for Oz to know about his fear of cats.

Oz said nothing for a few moments. The silence made Gil a little more nervous. What was his next question going to be?

"Does Gil like me?" Gilbert almost thought that Oz sounded a little nervous as he asked that particular question, though he kept the same playful grin on his face. Gil didn't move, though his eyes widened as he continued to stare at the wall across the room. It wasn't like he was going to admit the answer to that question and tell him that he actually did love him. There was no way that would end well, although he was sure that Oz would have figured it out by now. Gil couldn't bear to look to his master right now. How was he going to respond? Would he just get up and leave? Were things going to be awkward between them now? Or perhaps he really hadn't realised yet. That would be a relief.

"Gil…" the warm voice broke the silence. "Gil, you know I like someone too."

Gilbert dared to shift his eyes and look at his master's face which had an oddly soft expression on it. Great, it was going to be the classic 'you're a great friend but I like someone else,' approach. He was about to be rejected, how great.

"His hair is dark like yours, and his eyes are a golden colour." The response came as a surprise to Gilbert. He blushed, looking to Oz who was beginning to move closer to him. He was now sitting with one knee on either side of his legs, close up to his thighs. A playful smirk was playing at his lips as he moved his face nearer to his.

"Oz, what are you-" Gilbert didn't have a chance to finish before his master's soft, warm lips were pressed against his own. It was a feeling that seemed so right but yet so wrong at the same time. For a moment, Gil's entire thought system had turned to complete mush. He started to lift his arms up to pull Oz closer but dropped them, coming back to reality. This was wrong. He tried to pull back but Oz moved with him. There wasn't really anywhere to go to anyways. As it was, he had been sitting close to the wall already. He knew that this shouldn't be happening, even though he wanted it so bad. As his master's lips moved in an attempt to get a response, his remained motionless.

"What's the matter Gil? I thought you liked me." Oz said, pulling away from the lack of reaction.

"Oz! You're fifteen! I'm twenty four! We can't be doing this." Gil told him, trying to keep his voice stern. It actually came out rather weak sounding.

"Technically, I'm twenty five." He reminded him with a grin.

"Well, you're still in the body of a fifteen year old."

"So?" Oz asked, leaning forward to once again close the space between their lips without giving Gilbert a chance to protest.

This time, Gilbert decided to just give in. He allowed his lips to move with his master's, feeling him smile into the kiss as a result. Soon, he felt a small tongue trailing along his lips as it tried to push inside. He willingly opened his mouth to allow it entrance, slipping his own tongue into the warm, wet cave that was his master's mouth.

Oz pulled away after a bit to allow them to get some air. He soon moved forward again, pressing his lips to the side of Gil's neck, giving it a hard bite and causing Gil to let out a soft moan. Gil could feel the blood rushing down to his lower body. Oz grinned as he continued to suck on the section of his skin while he lifted his hands to unbutton Gil's shirt. That one moan was such an arousing sound; he wanted to hear it more. He pulled away from his servant's neck after he was sure he left a nice mark there, moving up to plant another kiss on his lips.

Gilbert's shirt was off in no time and Oz's hands quickly made their way down to his servant's pants which were beginning to get rather tight. As he did so, he moved his mouth down to one of the man's nipples, sucking on it before giving it a small bite.

"O-Oz!" Gil moaned, quickly moving forward and pushing the boy backwards so that he was lying on his back, holding himself up just above him. He then pressed his lips down against his master's for a more passionate kiss. Oz's hands found their way to the back of Gilbert's head, pulling him down closer. Gilbert broke the kiss after a moment, gazing down into his master's eyes. Oz pulled his hands away from his head, dropping them to the waist of his pants as he slowly started to pull them down.

"Wait…Oz, stop." Gilbert let out a small groan, shifting his weight to one side as he moved so that he was on his back beside Oz. "We can't do this. We just can't." He knew that they couldn't go this far, even though it was taking all of his self control to resist doing it. However, within moments Oz was on top of Gil, straddling his hips.

"Gil, I want this. Please." Oz said, his voice slightly whiny. Although, a smirk soon spread across the boy's face. He knew what he wanted and he was going to get it. He leaned forward, once again locking their lips together in a deep kiss. As he did so, he pressed his hips forward into Gil's, rubbing their groins together. This caused both of them to moan. The sound that came from Oz just made Gil even more aroused. He brought his hands around to Oz's back, pulling him closer. Oz gave his servant's bottom lip a bite as he pulled away from the kiss, brushing his lips along his jaw and down to his neck, giving it another hard bite. With a small moan, Gil's back arched slightly, pressing his hips upwards. Again, both of them let out a loud moan as they tried pushing themselves even closer together. Gil brought his trembling hands back to Oz's front and started to unbutton his shirt. Oz helped out with the process, sliding the shirt off and tossing it to the side once the buttons were all undone.

"Oz…are you sure you're ready for this?" Gilbert asked, concerned about his master. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt him or rush into something he wasn't ready for. Oz grinned, nodding his head. He leaned forward, moving his lips to Gil's ear. He whispered into his ear, sending a shiver through his body.

"Oh, I'm ready."