Mad Hatter is muttering things in Break's mind. Something along the lines of he's going too far with this, and can't blame him looks fun try it too, why don't you? Mad Hatter wants to come out and play, preferably with his ribbons and rose petals--

The tentacle-chain was sliding over Gilbert's exposed stomach, slithering teasingly over the waist band of his slacks. This causes Gilbert to whimper piteously, and Break's hand to twitch around his cane. The boy begins to struggle again, and a tentacle shoves itself in his mouth, muffling his groans.

There's a pop, and Break dimly connects the sound to the button on Gilbert's pants.

Button.

Pants.

Gilbert.

His property.

Mad Hatter licks his proverbial lips when the thought of being let loose filters between them, but Break knows the option isn't entirely favourable. He has to think fast. If the chain was still alive, then that meant its contractor was alive as well, maybe even nearby if his guess was right.

Now, if he could only--

"Unggh, Fuck, Break!"

--focus on something other than his fucking subordinate.

There's another groan, but his senses tell him that it's not from Gilbert. He tears his gaze away from the (admittedly delicious but horribly distracting) display and kicks open the door to his left. There's a crash as he catches the contractor by surprise and as he topples to the floor from his seat by the window, and he squeals like a pig when Break's sword cuts through him in clean, controlled slices. He walks out the blood-spattered room, neat as a pin.

The Hatter grumbles in displeasure when the chain lets out a shriek before wasting away. Break moves quickly and saves Gilbert from a rather severe concussion by catching him just as he falls, and is rewarded for his endeavour by having the boy's nearly half-naked body pressed tightly against him.

"B-Break..."

Deprived of a meal, the Mad Hatter decides to be a prick and whispers in the sudden silence of the midnight alley, Shall we have a turn with him then?

Break can't reply, the onslaught of mental images has him speechless-- where on earth did the Hatter learn how to use ribbons like that?

And the of course there's the matter of Gilbert trying to take off his coat.

He blinks a couple of times before taking the fumbling hands in his and staring curiously at the half-coherent Nightray.

"Gilbert...?"

A narrowed golden gaze, and a terse reply, "Take your damn coat off, Break."

Break doesn't make a move (mainly because Mad Hatter is laughing gleefully in his head, thus making it difficult for him to think straight), so Gilbert decides to relieve him of his coat on his own.

Once it's off, Break starts to tut about dark alley ways and I thought you had more restraint than that, Gilbert! but he's cut off with a shove and slurred curse words.

Gilbert had put on his cloak, since his clothes were basically rags after the tentacle chain's 'attentions, and he was walking determinedly (if not sluggishly) towards the waiting carriage at the open end of the alley.

Break twitches and follows suit, calling out a forcibly-cheery, "Oh, wait for me, Gilbert!"

He was going to be in a pissy mood for the rest of the day.

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Author's Notes: XD I added the 'his property' part here. Dunnowhy. And yes, Mad Hatter is a complete perv. Who do you think drugs the Dormourse in canon-fandomscrewed Alice? R&R folks! I'll be de-anon-ing myself in a few more days~