[FIC] Pandora Hearts
Title: What is it but a dream?
Fandom: Pandora Hearts
Pairing: Jack/Oz
Rating: R
Word Count: 568 words
Notes: For timmesque, as she requested it in IRC.



i. the queen's croquet ground

Oz dreamed of gardens in spring bloom, of gloved hands on his shoulders and a tall figure behind him; as they leaned down to whisper something to him, warm lips brushed over his ear in a mockery of a gentle kiss.

ii. through the looking-glass

"Something on your mind?" Jack asked.

Oz hesitated in mid-step, turning on his heel to face the full-length mirror. Jack smiled down at him from inside the gilded frame. His long fingers traced the inside of the mirror's surface distractedly, scratching at a bit of silvering around the edges that showed the mirror's age.

"Only, you've been pacing for the last ten minutes," the man continued.

"You've been watching?" Oz asked. He supposed he should feel a little strange about talking to the man, all things considered, but he'd passed the point where things like holding conversations with his several-times great-grandfather by way of a mirror seemed strange.

Jack laughed, the sound echoing slightly oddly in Oz's mind. "I'm always watching, Oz. You should know that by now."

Instead of answering, Oz pressed his palm flat to the surface of the mirror. It didn't surprise him when, after a moment, his hand sank through the cool metal like it was thick syrup to rest against the sturdy warmth of Jack's chest instead. "Huh," he said.

One of Jack's gloved hands came up to rest over Oz's. "Most people would ask how real I was after something like that," Jack said cheerfully, though his green eyes-- familiar to Oz because he saw them every day in the mirror, and not just when Jack was there-- were watchful.

Oz let one of what Break called his "uncanny smiles" stretch his features as he leaned in to sink the rest of his body through the mirror, the reflective surface rippling and parting around him as he found himself falling into Jack's arms. "But then I'd have to ask how real I am," he murmured.

"Ah," Jack said, and wrapped his arms around Oz the way he always did when something went wrong, gentle and strong. Because it was true-- he was always watching and always there. If the two-bright look in Oz's eyes bothered him, he gave no sign of it.

iii. down the rabbit hole

A soft gasp escaped Oz's lips as Jack's mouth skimmed over his bare hip, tangling his hands in the man's quickly-unravelling braid and tugging a bit harder than necessary. That got him a soft chuckle in response, Jack's breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, and a quick warning squeeze of one-still gloved hand from where it rested on his leg.

Oz didn't bite back his cry of pleasure when Jack's mouth closed over his cock, hot and wet and suspiciously skilled. Though eyes he could hardly keep from squeezing shut, he watched as Jack's cheeks hollowed and his tongue skimmed over sensitive flesh, as a slow and pleased smile spread over a face all too similar to his own.

iv. which dreamed it?

When Oz woke, it was to tangled and sticky sheets and the first rays of sun peeking through his curtains. The pocket watch was hot against his hand where he clutched it.

On an impulse he couldn't quite explain, he raised it to his lips and kissed it.