Nathan x Gilbert

Nathan sighed softly and pulled himself off the couch using Gil to better support himself, the fever having died down to a minimal to where he could at least pretend to banish it's existence from himself. Though he had to wonder just why the Nightray cared so much, in all honesty he really shouldn't. He may have been a Baskerville, but he was also one of the very few that was doing this for his own reasons rather than because he wanted power. He wanted to protect the Will of the Abyss from them, should the Baskervilles get their hands on her, it would be disastrous. And so this boy, was worrying over him? Him. He chuckled softly and pulled Gilbert to him after a few moments, stroking his hair faintly with care, his eyes becoming softer. "Silly boy.." he mumbled, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead, "Silly caring ..." he rested his head on top of the others and let out another sigh, the poor Nightray.

Gil stiffened a bit, not because he was freaking out at being touched, but because he was trying to be a better support. He wasn't entirely sure he trusted that Nathan was feeling entirely better. Of course he was a horrible worrywart. He was a bit surprised when he found himself really close to the other man, a blush flaring up instantly, particularly at those soft eyes and that oh so gentle hand, which woke up all sorts of strange feelings in him, aside from a need to almost cry from such gentle affection. He huddled against him embarrassly, having no experience or confidence to tell him how to react in this situation. "Not silly." He muttered softly into the other mans chest.

Nathan listened to him for a moment before chuckling softly, letting his hand slowly run through the young man's hair. He was indeed very silly, but Nathan found that to be absolutely adorable about him. He made no attempt to move him, instead allowing him to stay there nestled against him, it was a nice and warm feeling that made him very happy. Indeed he was probably about the cuddliest Baskerville there was, considering deep down he was a very caring individual. Instead he curled his fingers into Gil's hair and kissed him, the strangest urge to do so had just been a bit overwhelming and he wasn't very good at resisting when he was in the midst of a fever from Wyvern.

Gil half closed his eyes, enjoying the hand in his hair secretly, finding himself relaxing despite his embarrassment. Nathan was very comforting to be around, once he got over his initial paranoia and distrust, though he still had no idea how the heck he got so attached so quickly. It was hard to care when he was so comfortable there though, it was so rare...there was only one time far back in his memory that he couldn't reach that had similar feelings, and for once the tickling of memory didn't bring pain. He was comfortable enough that the first few moments of that gentle kiss he simply closed his eyes and kissed the other back, enjoying the kiss until he suddenly realized what he was doing and let out a soft squeak of distress, blushing like mad and instantly a mess of confusion and embarrassment.

Nathan was a bit surprised that the other returned his kiss, but chose not to question it for the time being, knowing he probably didn't even realize he was doing it. Just like he had supposed, Gil gave a distressed noise a few moments later and he pulled back, holding him close in a comforting manner. Thinking about how the other had reacted a few moments ago, and coming to the conclusion that he had been looking for. "Hmm Gil I'm a bit dizzy." He murmured into his hair, "Could we please lay down?" he reached up and took the glasses from his face, pulling the other man with him on the couch and burying his face into the crook of his neck, the fever was almost gone, but now he was dizzy. Sometimes he wondered if Wyvern did these things on purpose.

Gil was so embarrassed, and for more than one reason, but that was usual for his confused self. Luckily Nathans soothing aura once again did good and he relaxed rather quickly, though that blush was terribly persistent. "Eh?" Gil looked up at him worriedly at the mention of dizzy, forgetting all about his embarrassment, or mostly at least. Before he could formulate another worried question or something he become somewhat distracted, both by the move downward and those beautiful warm eyes. The blush grew again, a combination of the pleasant feeling he was getting from being squished on the bottom and having Nathan so close, along with a reaction to that warm fuzzy feeling that made him just want to hold onto the other man tight. He did manage to hesitantly raise a hand and pet his hair gently.

Nate sighed softly when he felt the others hand on his head, holding Gil all the closer, and burying his face until he was subserviently buried. The fever finally subsided, leaving the dizzy to stay for a moment or two longer before that cleared too and he was left with a feeling of utter contentment and exhaustion. They couldn't stay in this room, but he allowed himself to relax a moment or two longer, reluctant to move. "Mm thank you..." he purred out soundly, much like a contented pet. Though he was far more dangerous than that, he was thinking about Arthur back at the manor, and how he had listened to someone say that he wasn't all bad and could probably be saved as well. Though listening to them beg the dark hearted Sedelle to save him, was something that even Nathan himself didn't understand. The Sinclair boy, was a monster, not necessarily a bad monster, but a monster nonetheless. If anyone was going to save Arthur from Glen, it was going to have to be Nathan or someone like him. He sighed and held the Nightray closer to him, but first he had to protect Gilbert.

Gil felt that fuzzy feeling get stronger and the blush increasing with it, thankfully Nates head was buried and couldn't really see it. He almost didn't want to move, and at the same time he very much wanted to disappear. He flushed more at the thankyou and gave a bit of a frown. "You don't need to thank me...you're the one who's doing all this for me." Even when Gil went and tried to resist. He just didn't much like being thanked anyway, it never felt right. He just had that sort of low self esteem.

Nathan chuckled a bit and finally brought himself into a sitting up position, reluctantly, keeping his arms around the other man with a small smile. "Heh, you're right...there is no need, but I did it anyway. So get over it." He kissed his cheek and slipped his legs over the edge of the couch, pulling the other man up into a standing position, pulling the other along with him. "Now let's find a more appropriate room to take a rest in shall we? Perhaps a bath for you." He mused aloud, not even bothering to hide the fact that his mind was once again racing. It was just typical of Nathan as a person. He loved to know the details of everything. "How would you feel about going out for dinner, Gilbert?" he asked his mind still plotting this and that.

Gil felt the tiniest bit of regret as the other man sat up, laying down had been so comfortable, for the most part. His expression was somewhat bemused at that response to his denial, not quite sure what to think of it and immediately distracted by that little kiss that made him blush rather nicely, feeling like...he didn't quite know what, at being pulled around everywhere. It was an equally warm and annoying feeling. "eh?" Gil was confused again, he expected Nathan to leave now but instead he was talking about finding somewhere to rest and dinner and he could tell there was definitely several more things going through his mind that he wasn't saying. "A-ah S-sure..." For some reason he blushed again.

Nathan looked around for a few moments, making sure there were no Pandora officials around that would immediately recognize him, quickly slipping past them and into an empty spare room. He then tossed his coat off and headed over to the wardrobe, grabbing a coat from there and replacing it. He then hummed as he fixed his hair a bit, turning to Gil with a smirk. "Well now, now that I no longer look like a wanted criminal." He stated, walking over and wrapping his arms around the other male, pulling him close and nipping his ear. "We can finally relax." He stated with a bit of a smirk, and finally he could just calm himself down and try to enjoy the others company.

Gil was more than a little shocked to see just how close the baskervilles were to Pandora, though he wasn't really focusing on that with such a distraction as Nathan around. He watched the other man change with a bit of bemusement, having a strong urge to play with that hair while he was fixing it but he managed to curb that impulse. Instead he turned to the window and stared out until he heard him speak, turning to look only to let out a squeak of surprise as he was squished and bit, turning a nice bright red. "Er-yu-" It was hard to say just what the heck he was trying to say, he was terribly flustered and incoherent right now.

Nathan looked out towards the window, smiling a bit since it was dark out, resting his head against the other man's chest since Gil was still much taller than him. He thought about what he had to do for a few moments before pulling himself up a bit and pecking Gil on the lips. "Let's go get you something to eat." He took his hand and lead him from the room, debating on whether to take him to a nice quiet place, or an actual restaurant. Quickly choosing the nice quiet place, since he was sure Gil would have some questions for him later. The streets were mostly bare of other people this late at night, though he kept his chain at the ready at all times, seeming to relax completely and even hum along as he walked with the Nightray. "So what's your favorite kind of food?" he asked curiously.

Gil did his best to try and calm himself down and push away that darn blush that just wouldn't leave him alone. Another squeak left him at the quick kiss and the blush he'd been trying to get rid of came to the fore again. He sighed resignedly and nodded, following along and seeming to give up on the idea he'd ever be calm or coherent again. "U-uh..." He generally just ate whatever happened to be cheapest and most convenient. "...pastas?" He did tend to make a lot of those while he was on his own.

Nathan blinked and suddenly turned, walking backwards so he could watch the other's face, his hands behind his back. "Ahhh so you like Italian style foods." He grinned then and grabbed the others hand once again. "Then I've got just the place!" He drug the other threw several alleyways, coming to a small authentic Italian cafe that didn't have a lot of customers this time of the night, in fact it was amazing it was still open at this hour. He pulled the other inside and got a waiter to take them to the table, settling down next to Gilbert in the booth rather than across from him, due to not liking to face people. "Don't bother ordering anything, I have a great idea!" He exclaimed, whispering something to the waitress whom nodded and headed off, relaxing against the booth and seeming quite content.

Gil jumped a bit with surprise when Nathan was suddenly facing him, another blush coming to his face, though not quite so bad until Nathan grabbed his hand, at which point Gil looked entirely too much like a blushing school girl as they ran through the alleys, almost falling on his face several times from his distraction. Once he managed to safely sit down he kinda just wanted to drop his head on the table and lay there, but was somewhat distracted with Nathan right next to him, and not letting him order. "W-what are you...up to?"

Nathan smirked a bit and rested his chin in the palm of his hand, looking off at the other tables for a moment, though most of them were bare. "Well...you'll see soon enough." He stated, waving his hand a bit as he waited for the food to arrive. He leaned back against the booth and looked over at him for a moment before suddenly giving him a playful little pinch. "Oi Gilbert, so tell me a bit about yourself hm?" He just couldn't resist teasing the poor boy, watching him intently.

Gil stared at him almost suspiciously, his mind conjuring up all sorts of crazy things he could have asked for, all of them probably wrong and no where near what he actually had. He was quite involved in his imagining until he startled as he felt a pinch, letting out another little squeak, accompanied with a blush. "H-hey!" He scooted away a bit and eyed him. "I thought you could ready everything already." He certainly did his best to seem like he could write your life story just by looking at you.

Nathan tilted his head to the side at the other. "Oh you hold me on a pedestal!" He laughed brightly and waved his hand dismissively, "And if I do? Perhaps I want to hear it from your mouth instead hm?" He turned a careful eye onto him. "I'm obsessive like that." He scooted a bit closer, pushing the other back against the wall and smirking in a predatory manner, just being playful since the other would probably never be in any real sort of danger from him. "Ah, though...perhaps Gilly wants me to take it by force?"

Gil flushed faintly at the laugh and huffed, looking somewhat offended, though he couldn't say quite why, just as he couldn't say just why him having to say it all when Nathan could just see it irritated him. Though part of it probably had to do with his somewhat unpleasant past and excess of faults. Initially as Nate moved closer he just scooted back a little, his eyes widened as he found himself pressed back against the wall, a blush flaring as could be expected, though after a moment some of gils spark came back and he pushed at the other man. "tch, like you would do that."

Nathan just stared at him as if he had told him 'Screw me right here in front of everyone, I dare you'. "Ohhh Gilbert." he purred out and chuckled, turning his head pleasantly towards the waitress, "Just in a box to go please." She looked confused but didn't object, giving him his box and then Nathan scooped that up without a word, dragging Gilbert along and all the way back to the room. Putting it in the fridge before he pushed him down quite suddenly onto the bed, starting to undo the taller man's belt. "Still think I won't do it?" he asked his hands working diligently all the while.

Gilbert returned the stare a moment later, there was just something about the way he said his name that put him slightly on edge, but he wouldn't believe that Nathan, after all this, would actually use force to get his answer. So despite Nathan having her pack up and dragging him back without a single word, he wasn't quite as intimidated as he perhaps should have been. He did start to blush automatically as he found himself pushed on the bed, but there was still plenty of defiance in his eyes and in the kick he aimed at the older man. "Stop it." He growled at him irritably, clearly believing this was just a game to intimidate him.

Nathan smirked when he realized the other thought he was still playing with him, his hands undoing the pants with ease and sliding them off, along with his underwear, straddling his hips, and letting his hands slide under his shirt. "I'm not playing Gilly, not this time.~" He stated before rubbing against him with a soft groan. He really would just take the other if he didn't start giving him answers. Usually when he said something he wasn't teasing, at least not about something like this.

Gil frowned more at that smirk, still not quite believing it, at least until his lower clothes disappeared almost before he was aware of it. For several moments his face was simply frozen in shock, at least until he felt that rubbing and the flush of heat that came with it, going strait to his cheeks and making them a brilliant red while another squeak escaped him. He started really struggling then, trying to shove or kick him off, though that could definitely be considered counterproductive. "I said stop it!" It seemed defiance was just his middle name today and he wasn't about to be intimidated just yet.

"I'm really not trying to trick you." Nathan stated, watching him try to push him off, this boy was going to be in over his head before he even realized that he was REALLY telling him the truth. Obviously, he had hung around characters like Xerxes for far too long. Poor kid. He'd just learn the hard way he supposed. Nate leaned down and pecked him on the cheek. "You're so stubborn Gillu." He moved his hands over the others bare skin again, kissing him a little more persistently as he continued to rub.