Pandora Hearts, Gil/Oz, age difference
*sheepish smile* Hopefully, this came out all right. I just got into the manga of Pandora Hearts in the last day, though I've read all the translations so far. Here's hoping it goes well. *still thinks Gil looks like Tikki Mik*
It should have been the other way around. Oz was the master, he’s always been in charge.
But even now, on his back, Oz pressing down on him, face twisted in a mix of pain and curiosity, Gil couldn’t help but wonder who was in charge here. His job was to protect Oz, to be the one who followed him. He was the older one now, so much older, but it didn’t matter. Oz’s words still echoed in his mind, just as they had since the very beginning.
Oz was the master, and he would protect Gil.
Groaning, hands flexing helplessly on his master’s waist, Gil trembled with the need to move. Ten years had passed. He had grown up, had turn from a boy to a man, but his master...hadn’t. At least not physically. He couldn’t call Oz a boy, not with that look on his face as he rocked on Gil, experimenting with actions. It was so close to what look he had wore while confronting the white rabbit....
In the back of his eyes, though, Gil saw the look that was more familiar than anything. The same look he wore when they were young, when he had been young, when Oz had showed him affection in the only way he really knew how. When he had teased and bullied him. But it was his look. A look that Oz only gave Gil, and Gil arched, an almost sob caught in the back of his throat.
Oz was his master, and nothing could ever take that away. Not even when he left Gil a shuddering, helpless mass, just arching up into the boy’s body, needing release more than anything. Because Oz was in control of that, and it was that thought, more than any, that let Gil do this.
He was older, but Oz was always the one in control.