Sorry for the wait! Writing it was really tough, considering how much I love my fluff. You have no idea how tempted I was to fluff it up...My next order of business has to be really fluffy to make up for it. I hope you like it anyway!

This chapter totally belongs to willa1313, because she likes it HARDCORE. But seriously, thank you(:

Also thank you to my lovely reviewers: Smart Angel, RainbowSlider, KrissyKunn, CasperKupo-, MirrorDede, FlyingPencil, Smeepalicious, Swirlhearty23, and Kumori Getsuyobi. That's so many just for one chapter, I'm SO happy you have no idea ^^

If I owned Pandora Hearts, Gil would have saved Oz from the Abyss on his own
(was reading ch4 yesterday, it broke my heart when Oz called Alice his savior in front of everyone and Gil because she was the one who saved him even though Gil had tried so hard) *sobs*

Soundtrack: So Much - Raghav

Gilbert stumbled down the hall, desperate. Washroom...washroom...where's the washroom? Through his lust-filled haze Gil had completely forgotten that the nearest washroom was on the other end of the floor. Opening doors, closing doors, not finding what he was looking for. Eventually he settled for a small coat closet a short ways down the hall from the library. As long as it was secluded, that was all that mattered. Though it would be nice to have a sink afterward, he guessed he could wipe it on the inside of his coat or something.

He rushed inside, closed the door behind him and turned on the light.

"What's with him?" Break asked, shortly after Gilbert left.

Oh, Oz knew. But he shrugged his shoulders "Dunno. I'll go see." He turned and left in the same direction that Gil was headed.

"Gi~il...Gil, where are you~?" He stalked down the corridor, casually poking his head into random doors. He knew his voice was far too quiet for Gil to hear him, it was mainly for his own amusement. "Now where on Earth could he be?"

Suddenly there was a click and a muted thud. Leaning heavily against a wall maybe? Hmm, that was promising. There was no way it could have been heard from a distance, so Gil must be close by. Really close, in fact. Oz started with the door he was right next to. No, not that one. He tried another room. Not in there either. There weren't that many rooms on this floor, did Gil go upstairs?

And then he heard it.

A soft grunt.

Oh really?

Oz tried the door on the opposite side of the hall.

Yep, third time's a charm. He opened it up, and there was Gil. Breathless and flushed, getting himself off.

"Without me? You promised!"

"I wasn't going to break my promise." Gil panted as Oz stepped into the closet and closed the door behind him.

Oz pressed up against him "Well, you did say 'later', and that was a while ago, so 'now' counts as 'later' right?" He knew that this hadn't been what Gil meant by later, but now would work just fine. He grabbed a handful of Gil's length and kissed him.

He stepped forward, trying to push Gilbert against the coats behind them. But instead, he found himself turned all the way around and backward, so that his back was against the coats instead.

Before he even knew what was happening, his vest was already off, his shirt was unbuttoned and Gilbert's mouth was all over his throat. What the hell? Wasn't he the one who had stalked down the corridor, looking for Gil? Now Gil was acting like he was the one in control.

That wasn't fair. Oz had wanted to-

"Hah!" he gasped as Gil's tongue slid upward from his collarbone to his chin, impulsively tilting his head back.

Maybe...maybe... But Oz couldn't remember what had been bothering him a moment ago. "Nnnn...Gil..."

One of Gil's hands had moved to undo the clasp of his shorts while the other snaked inside to grip his erection. Oz thrust madly into it.

"Uhhh-mmnphf..." he began but Gil silenced him with a kiss, "Sssh, Oz," he said. Right. They were in a hall closet. Anyone who happened to walk past would hear sex noises and that would be bad.

But oh god, his shorts were sliding roughly over Gil's hand and his length, slipping down his thighs and calves alongside his sanity. He moaned softly into Gil's mouth.

But it didn't last long. Gilbert broke the kiss to help Oz step out of his shorts (it wouldn't do either of them any good to have Oz falling and hurting himself). It wasn't long before Oz felt Gil's hand near his mouth. He complied and sucked on the three fingers. Oz was quite surprised at Gil's pace this time. He knew he hadn't been in the closet for more than three minutes and he was already being prepped? Normally, Gil loved foreplay. But considering that they had been waiting literally all day for this, Oz was in no way complaining.

Gilbert went through the motions of all three fingers fairly quickly because, once again, they were in a hall closet. Taking their time wasn't exactly an option...
...Even if that wasn't what he was thinking about when he slipped out his fingers and spun Oz around so that he was facing the coats. Taking his time wasn't an option because...because it just wasn't!

But Oz didn't care about any of this. It had taken him a moment to regain his bearings after being turned around so suddenly, and as soon as that was taken care of, all he could focus on was what he felt rubbing against his entrance, making him gasp.

As Gil pushed past the first ring of muscle, Oz sucked in a breath. Not that he wasn't used to Gil's body by now, but still. He knew that it wouldn't get any better until they got moving, so he pushed back against him. Gil groaned, taking that as his cue to ease himself completely in.

He pulled himself nearly all the way out, and then it began. Everything that he had pent up and ignored all day went pounding into that tight, warm, heat.

Oz's mind was reeling. This was...a whole different Gil from the one he was used to. Normally he was treated as if the words "handle with care" were perpetually stamped on his forehead. Especially during sex. But this... "Hah... Aaaah!"

There was nothing he could do other than clutch at the sleeves of one of the coats as his prostate was repeatedly slammed into. He felt such a paradox of emotions that it completely overwhelmed him. It hurt. A lot. But he was delirious with pleasure. There was so much pleasure and yet, he felt utterly helpless. It was as if the entire world was just spinning around him. Moving past him so quickly while he was standing still. Everything was rushing, blurring, and blending together. Everything except Gil behind him.

"Please...Gil, please." He didn't know exactly what it was that he wanted, but oh, he wanted it. And Gil was more than happy to comply.

He couldn't even bring himself to fathom how incredible this was. True that standing was a little tough on his knees (which desperately wanted to give out), but something about this...No. It was something about Gil. Something was making his movements absolutely urgent, and much more aggressive.

That something...it was him. It had been him all day. With Gil but not with Gil, watching Gil endure the same torture - maybe worse - that Oz had. Now that was a thought. Just the idea of having turned Gil into -this- was too much. It was so different, and so all-encompassing, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know what he could do. Soon Oz felt Gil's head drop onto his shoulder, jerking slightly every now and then because of the impact.

It was unbelievable. He could feel everything all at once. He felt Gil's hair tickling the top of his chest, he felt one of Gil's hands gripping his hip while the other had wrapped around his neglected erection, and he felt no small amount of heat pooling beneath his stomach.

Most of all, he felt Gil inside him, setting him on fire.

He wanted to moan again, but only managed to get out a, "Nnnngh," before his mouth was covered by Gil's hand.

The hand trembled but stayed in place as Gil drew in a shaky breath. "Oz..." He groaned. And with that, he came undone, biting into Oz's shoulder.

As soon as he felt his insides being filled, Oz came as well, trying his best to further suppress his voice behind Gil's hand while Gil's other arm coiled around his waist to hold him up. Climax spilled out in front of them, most of it catching on one of the coats.

When they had both finished, Gilbert pulled out slowly, lifting his head from Oz's shoulder. After turning the soiled jacket around so that the clean side was facing out, (he'd throw it away or wash it later), he slumped against the opposite wall, pulling Oz to sit in his lap. They sat there for a few moments, taking in the after-effects of their lovemaking.

Oz felt much better now, and he was sure Gil felt better too. And so they sat, exhausted and sated, for an undeterminable amount of time. And they probably would have stayed much longer if they hadn't heard a rustling in the back of the closet.

Oh shit.

They didn't know what it was, but Oz scrambled for his shorts anyway while Gil quickly tucked himself back into his pants and zipped them up.

Oz didn't have the time to put his shorts on, but was only able to cover himself as Xerxes Break crawled into the closet space from behind the coats.

The lovers were frozen in place as Break lifted a sleeved hand to his mouth in mock disgust, "Oh! Oh my! Is a man not safe in his own home!"

"Break! What the hell!"

The white-haired man was enjoying this scene much more than he should have "What? How was I supposed to know you two were doing it in this closet?"

Gil's voice shook with anger and embarrassment "Please leave. Now."

"Alright, alright." Break stepped out into the hallway and called down to the library, "Ojou sama! They are in the closet together!"

Sharon called back to him, "Really! I'm so happy for you both!" There was more than a hint of joy in her voice. "...But umm, if they're a couple, then that means I win of course."

Break took several steps down the hall, "Does it, Ojou sama? Even if you won the first bet, I won the second."

"...What do you mean? What second bet?" Sharon exited the library out of curiosity and walked towards him as well.

"Well, I do believe that Gilbert topped."

Suddenly a large paper fan flew down the hall and sent Break flying. "I though I told you that I refuse to participate in that kind of a bet!"

~Epilogue: The next day~

"Sure thing. I'll head over to Pandora right away to look into it." Break said to the fellow-Pandora member. He walked down the hallway on the first floor of the Rainsworth mansion. When he reached the coat closet, he opened the door, and reached for his coat. Halfway through putting it on, he froze.

"WHAT IS THIS ON MY COAT!"

Oz: Oh my GOD, Gil. You're a beast!
Gil: O/ / /O
Break: Yes Gilbert. You ARE a beast.
Gil: HOW MUCH DID YOU SEE!
Break: *shrugs*
Oz: How much did he see!
Me: *shrugs*
Gil: *dies*

Yeah, the ending was kind of a fail. I had a funnier one, but it would make Sharon OOC. And you know how obsessed I am with staying IC.
It was kinda short too, but, you know, I told you It Would Only Take a Minute... ^^'

I know I said I wanted to fluff the next one, and I will. Believe me I will. But way back when I started a nasty little drabble about that one pairing that I ship and totally ignore: BreakXReim! So, I'll probably finish that off first.

Break: You'd better write it! Maybe it'll make up for my ruined coat D: