Love Triangle Ch.2

-Gilbert's Pov-

Gilbert rested peacefully, enjoying dreams in which he was performing unspeakably sexy acts on his beloved Oz. In his dreams, the young man was screaming his name in the most beautiful tones and even from the dreamscape he could feel arousal building within him. He felt himself being dragged into the waking world, his golden haired lover fading into the dark blackness of closed eyelids. He mourned the loss of warm desire, replaced instead by cold morning, as it was every morning. Except...except this morning he felt something he had never felt before. He felt the soft press of lips to his own, a chaste, question of a kiss.

In the foggy daze of half sleep, he didn't even know who it was.

But as his senses cleared a little he recognized the faint scent of his roommate. He frowned, pulling his head away from the kiss.

"Break?" he mumbled. It was only after a few minutes of silence that it actually dawned on him what was happening and instead of the lazy, yielding movements of half awake, his body completely froze. He stared wide eyed up at Break, the roommate, expression blank, save for the shock creeping onto his face as the seconds passed.

Regaining some control of his body, he let out a strangled yelp and used all the strength he could muster to push Break off him. It probably had something to do with the adrenaline rush, or because Break wasn't expecting it, but the other man flew straight off the bed onto the floor, with a dazed shocked expression settling on his features.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Gilbert hissed angrily.

He grasped the sheets tightly, knuckles turning white with the force of his hold, pulling them up to cover his exposed form. He squirmed uneasily as Break stared at him vacantly from his splayed position on the floor. For a second his expression remained shocked, but then it darkened into something less favourable.

"I was simply giving you a kiss," Break said with a wicked little smile and a devilish tone. He got to his feet, brushing off invisible dust, sauntering to sit on the edge of the bed. If it was possible, Gilbert further tightened his grip on the sheet, inching further away from his roommate and closer to the wall.

"Don't be so bloody casual about it!" Gilbert snapped furiously; face turning a scarlet red colour. Break climbed up further onto the bed, moving closer to Gilbert, a predator's look in his eyes. Gilbert crept further towards the wall.

"Come now Gilbert," a shudder went up Gilbert's spine at the use of his name in that tone – a tone that spoke of all the evil, naughty things that Break was planning to do. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a little, bitty kiss?" the smirk on his face as he uttered those words, the malevolent violence apparent in his tone frightened the raven haired man more than he would ever care to admit. Break's grin only widened at the apparent fear written all over Gilbert's face. He happened to find this part of Gilbert rather adorable.

"S-stop! Get away from me!" Gilbert shrieked. Break was inches away from cornering Gilbert against the wall. "Don't come any closer!" he yelled. Break paid no heed to Gilbert's cries, instead slamming his hands onto the wall, either side of Gilbert's head. Gilbert jumped. Shiver's raced down his spine, piercing his insides unpleasantly, any traces of arousal lingering from the dream well and truly taken care of.

"I said get away!" Gilbert screamed hysterically, tears watering his eyes, making them glisten in the early morning sun filtering in from the window.

Break bit his lip, reaching one hand down to caress gently at the side of Gilbert's face. The raven's eyes widened, breath coming in short, shallow gasps. However, whether this was from fear or something else, Gilbert wasn't quite sure. He cringed when soft lips pressed to his cheek where that too warm hand had been before.

"C'mon, open those pretty little eyes," Break whispered into Gilbert's ear, causing another set of shudders to wrack his frame.

"P-please, let go of me," Gilbert plead breathlessly. Break seemed disinclined to listen to him, instead deciding to press the raven haired man down into the mattress, body flush against the shivering form of his roommate.

He seemed fully engrossed in what he was doing – pressing small, opened mouth kisses to glistening flesh, nipping at the rapid pulse beat beneath his tongue. Gilbert squirmed under Break's ministrations, body extra sensitive due to the adrenaline coursing through his body. Break's hands caressed his sides, his hips and his face, fingers mapping the body underneath him.

Gilbert could do nothing but lie there breathlessly, frightened and take it.

Break straddled Gilbert's narrow hips, hands cradling Gilbert's jaw, obvious erection pressing up against Gilbert's crotch. He stared wide eyed at the man above him, this man who was wide awake, staring at him with such intensity, such desire and passion that it stole the rest of his breath.

"I don't want to hurt you," Break whispered hoarsely, sincerity present in the way his thumbs gently caressed Gilbert's cheeks. That Break had stopped to tell him this, to plead with him like this, when he could just take what he wanted, tugged at Gilbert's heart. His body felt like it was crying out for gentleness, for any touch; for something to push away the loneliness of waking without Oz; of waking without anyone.

It felt so good to be touched and wanted in this way that he could scarcely believe the intensity of reaction.

" Please don't..." don't hurt me. Don't stop loving me. Don't stop making me feel this good. He couldn't bring himself to say most of what he wanted, but he hoped that it was conveyed in his eyes, in the relaxation of his body underneath Break's.

And Break seemed to understand.

The lighter haired man let a gentle smile curve his lip, feeling a tense-ness bleed out of his body at the obvious sign of surrender. He pressed a light kiss to Gilbert's forehead, a silent thank you for letting them have this, before he pressed his lips forcefully to the smaller man's lips, practically trying to swallow him whole.

Gilbert moaned under his mouth, and Break could feel it in his hands as he caressed gently down Gilbert's chest. Gilbert's hands clawed at his back, pulling him closer until they were pressed close together once again and Break could feel every sound that left Gilbert's chest.

They broke the kiss, both panting, only to delve back in again. Break kept his eyes peeled, wanting to see every single bit of composure leave Gilbert's form while Break ravished him.

Gilbert's eyes were heavy lidded, the parts Break could see clouded with lust. His cheeks were flushed and sweat glistened on his brow. Parting again, Gilbert let out a groan from swollen, kiss bruised lips. Breaks cock throbbed at the sight.

Gilbert was beautiful, gorgeous and all together fuckable.

Break let out a strangled moan, all but tearing Gilbert's night clothes off his slim frame. Gilbert let out a harsh laugh.

"Eager?" he asked breathlessly, mischief lighting his eyes with good humour. Break smirked.

"Hard-ly," he snickered, kissing and biting and sucking down Gilbert's pale chest. Gilbert let out a low moan, fingers digging into Break's head, pressing his face closer to his body. Hands came up and held his wrists as Break raised his head.

"Not so rough, you could damage my face," a little smirk twisted his lips. Gilbert chuckled, fingers flexing in midair.

"Aww, but I like it rough," he said with a grin. Break laughed, biting down hard on Gilbert's nipple. The raven haired man let out a yelp and Break could feel his erection twitch through the thin cotton underwear that Break had generously left on the panting man.

"Pervert," Break laughed. Gilbert scowled down at the grinning man.

"Says the person who tried to rape me in my sleep," he countered, only a little breathless. Break ground his hips down into Gilbert's and Gilbert practically melted.

"Stop teasing," Gilbert groaned, rocking his hips against Break's. Break smirked a little and with one last nip to Gilbert's pert nipples, causing the other to let out another deliciously sexy yelp, let go of Gilbert's wrists and continued to remove the rest of their clothes.

Break palmed himself once his underwear was removed, at the sight of Gilbert, red faced and panting on the bed. His skin glistened with sweat and his eyes were heavy lidded, focused on Break, desire in them almost enough to make Break come right there and then.

However, he restrained himself. He wanted to last until Gilbert came; he wanted them to finish together. With a kiss to Gilbert's lips, he settled himself between the raven haired man's legs, eyes fixated on the firm, engorged cock straining against a taut stomach.

Gilbert brought his hand up to play with the hair at the nape of Break's neck. His hips bucked reflexively.

"C'mon," he moaned impatiently, "get on with it." Break grabbed hold of Gilbert's other hand and pressed his mouth to the palm, eyes still fixed on Gilbert's cock. He licked and sucked at Gilbert's fingers, trying hard not to smile as Gilbert tried to create friction for his cock with nothing. Gilbert let out a guttural moan, and it took all of Break's self-control not to come.

He pressed his own free hand to Gilbert's face and watched, entranced, as Gilbert sucked and licked his own palm and fingers with wild abandon. His cock twitched and he could see the glimmer of payback in Gilbert's eyes, nearly overridden by lust.

Once he deemed their hands slick enough, he brought Gilbert's hand to rest on his erection and he grasped Gilbert's cock with his own. Gilbert caught on pretty quickly and started stroking and tugging on Break's engorged member, slightly out of sync with the lighter haired man's ministrations on his own.

Gilbert brought Break down into a passionate, open mouthed, wet kiss as their erections pressed together, sending a shudder of pleasure up both of their spines; synchronous moans coming from each of them.

Through the haze of desire, their mouths pressed against each other, not even kissing, just breathing into each other, they rocked their hips against each other, hands gripping and touching each other's cock's as the pressure built up in their groins.

Gilbert released Break's cock, spreading his legs wider so Break could press against him deeper/ He gripped hold of Break's ass, pushing Break's hips further into him while his other hand stroked and scratched at Break's head.

Break held both of their erections together, meeting every buck and rock of Gilbert's hips. He moaned against Gilbert's lips, his head falling down to rest on Gilbert's shoulder as he groaned louder and louder. Gilbert's cries matched his and soon his hand was fumbling, gracelessly, with their cock's as the pressure built and built and built.

With one last cry and buck, Gilbert's dick twitched and released streaming white fluid onto their chests, Break not far behind.

Their cock's continued to twitch between them as they panted, breathlessly, bodies shuddering at the intensity of their orgasms. Gilbert stroked Break's head with both hands, fingers twirling and twining in his hair, seemingly on reflex. Break pressed small kisses to Gilbert's throat as he wiped his hand on the first thing his hand came into contact with, which happened to be Gilbert's night shirt.

After a few minutes, Break pushed himself away from Gilbert and was surprised to see tears in the man's eyes. He brought his clean hand up to caress Gilbert's cheek, but the dark haired man shied away from his touch, opting instead to disentangle them and pull the duvet over his shuddering form, shrinking before Break's eyes. Break frowned at him, confused.

"Gil-"

"Get out," Gilbert muttered hoarsely, curling up smaller beneath the covers. Break could barely see the raven head above the covers. Break tried again, resting a hand on Gilbert's covered shoulder. Gilbert flinched away.

"Get out!" Gilbert screamed, voice slightly muffled by the duvet. Break, confused and not a little betrayed, hopped off the bed and walked out of the room; slamming the door behind him.

"DON'T EVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN! I HATE YOU, BREAK!" Gilbert cried under the covers for a while.

And it was at that moment that Break realized he was going to be in hell for a while. He sadly went and took a shower before crawling into his favourite cabinet again.