Warm Showers on a Rainy Day

FIRST WARNING: THIS STORY IS NOT FOR YAOI-BEGINNERS.

Pairing: Gilbert Nightray and Oz Vessalius from Pandora Hearts

Rating: M (for graphic sexual scenes later to come).

Type: In-story/ Shounen-ai (In the beginning) & Yaoi (later on).

This starts out cute and fluffy but gets really, really detailed and extremely graphic. Again, like my recent story Guilty of Desire, I wrote this because I needed a fic with these two not caring around hurting each other and just wanting each other badly. It's a little OOC in the middle but what ever. I fixed it at the end. lol

Enjoy! (I know I did.)

Oz was limp, damp, and cold, lying in Gilbert's arms. He was conscious but was trying desperately not to succumb to slumber. His head hurt, terribly so, but he felt more numbness than pain. A migraine was coming. He moaned pitifully, pressing his head against Gil's chest. He shivered violently.

"You're in pain, Oz?" His voice was laced with concern, but his expression was that of an, 'I told you so.' Oz whined into Gil again.

"Giiilll, it huuuuurts…" he coughed and shook with cold again. Gilbert sighed, shifting Oz to lay on his shirt so he could take his coat off. Oz clung to Gilbert. The older boy gently threw his coat around Oz and wrapped it around him loosely. Gilbert leaned back against the couch and held his Master tighter. The blond snaked his arm through the too-big sleeve and brought it up to grip at Gil's collar weakly.

"I told you not to go outside," Gil said calmly. There was something like controlled scolding held in his voice, but it was also dripping with worry. Oz felt guilty.

"T-then w-wh-why didn't you s-s-top m-me?" Oz chattered through his teeth. Gil leaned his face close to Oz, tickling the boy's face with his warm breath. Oz blushed, grasping Gil's clothes tighter; he felt butterflies in his stomach.

"You know you would have never listened to me, Oz," he chuckled out. Oz hugged him. He was right. He probably wouldn't have. Oz sniffed once; a cold was definitely on its way. His voice was quiet;

"Are you mad at me?"

Gilbert seemed to jump, shocked at the very possibility of the question. He smoothed a warm finger down Oz's cheek.

"I could never be mad at you, Oz!" Gilbert kissed his nose and gave him a sad smile, "I just wish you'd take better care of yourself." Oz couldn't help but smile sheepishly, and he nuzzled his nose against Gil's cheek. Gil, of course, affectionately cuddled back and hugged him closer. How could he not? Oz was adorable when he was like this. His little bundle let out a content sigh.

"I'm sorry, Gil. From now on, be vocal about your concern for me. Make me listen." Gilbert had to smile. "I'll try."

"Start now!" Oz said enthusiastically.

Gilbert smirked, "Okay. Take a shower with me to get rid of your chill." Oz went to protest, shoving his face against Gil's chest to hide, "But I don't want—"

"Oz." That voice was so final. End of discussion.

Hot damn.

Gil scooped Oz into his arms, stood and began waling to the bathroom.

Look for the next chapterrrrr~