The Test

"Oz, I don't know where to put it!"

"It goes...There."

"No!"

"Do it!"

"But, I dun wanna!"

…

"Don't make me..."

"No! Don't touch me there...Eek!"

"Do it..."

"This isn't right! Why do I have to do this?"

"Because, I'm your master, and I told you to."

…

"No!"

:Alright, then. Here I come." Oz's evilly sweet voice sounded in the overly sized bathroom, as he advanced on a very nervous looking, fourteen-year-old Gilbert. The raven-haired boy's face was so many shades of red, it was unbelievable. The blond held a pregnancy test up, and Gil shook his head rapidly.

"But, I'm a boy!" Gil tried to protest, yelping when Oz turned him so his back was to the blond's chest.

"Just do it. You never know." Oz replied innocently, holding the test out to the boy. "The box said you had to pee on this thing, then wait about five minutes for an answer."

"...A-alright...But, um...Are you gonna be standing there the whole time?" Gil asked nervously, looking over his shoulder at Oz, who just smiled.

"I have to make sure you do it right." Gil's face was so red, it looked like he was going to pass out. Alas, he remained wide awake, and very aware of what was going on around him. He should have just stayed in bed when he felt sick that morning.

After all was said and done, they set the test down on the counter, on top of some toilet paper.

It wasn't helping the poor boy that Alice was pacing around outside of the bathroom, muttering several curses, before she yelled those in through the door. He wondered exactly how Oz could seem so... So... Calm! This just wasn't natural. And the fact that they had even done anything like that just was not helping the poor boy's thoughts. It had been a few weeks, but it hadn't just been once.

In fact, Oz knew how to sweet talk his way into Gil's bed whenever he so desired. And if Gil was tired enough to down-right refuse Oz's attempts to sweet-talk his way in, the blond would use his title against him. Though, he had to admit, it was nice to have those arms wrapped so tightly, and protectively, around him. It had started when he had first arrived at that young age of nine-ish, or so, but as time progressed, the simple 'I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you' turned into 'I had a bad dream, can I cuddle'. Then it was a flat out, 'I'm getting in bed with you, scoot over', and his arms would automatically be around him; one over his side, the other underneath his head.

He couldn't remember when the cuddling had actually gotten to the point where their bodies actually lined up together, instead of the loose 'hug' with the small gap between them.

"Hey, Gil..." Oz's voice sounded cautious this time, like there was something on his mind.

"Y-yes, You...I mean, Oz?" He still wasn't use to it, but Oz had demanded he not be called by the title 'Young Master', and the frown didn't help.

"Say, if you are..." He trailed, like he was a bit troubled, and that was definitely not helping. Gil dropped his head and began to play with the jacket he wore. Had he done something wrong? It was always his worry. All he wanted to do was make Oz happy, and he felt like he was doing the exact opposite right then. Oz slowly lifted his gaze to look at Gil and slid off the counter, walking over and wrapping his arms protectively around Gil's shoulders. "I'll kill anyone that tries to hurt you."

He had heard that before, but there was definitely something different to Oz's voice this time around. Like, it wasn't just a promise, it was a threat. "So...You won't be mad?" Gil asked cautiously, and this caused Oz to laugh as he pulled away, his hands still on Gil's shoulders.

"If I were, I'd have no one to be mad at but myself. Now, let's check those results!" Gil blinked as Oz twirled on his heel and walked towards the little test that was going to spell out Gil's fate. The pause made him bite his bottom lip.

"Oz...?" He questioned, jumping soon after.

~Panda~

Well then. Poor Gil. What's he in for now? ^.-

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