#silbert

Even with such a motion, Silvio doesn’t make a move. Staring up at Gilbert, catching his breath as his eyes trail down the man’s body. It prompts Gilbert to roll his eyes and scoff as he straddles Silvio, tending to his own shirt with rough movements. When he yanks it over his head, Silvio sees the way Gilbert’s ribs protrude. Showcasing another bout of a recent decline in health that is highlighted by his paler than usual complexion. Paired with the shadow under his eye, it should have caused Silvio to click his tongue, clumsily voicing vague concern over his partner’s well-being.

And yet, there isn’t an urge to do so. Not even as Gilbert grinds their sex together, remaining on top and doing the work for two. Instead, he settles into focusing on the way Gilbert unabashedly groans, a loose smirk playing on those scheming lips. A warning that Silvio knows all too well.

“Now this is better than moping at the docks all day, looking like a dog waiting for his master.”

There it is, that intentional prodding. A goading from Gilbert to ensure some sort of rougher treatment. Silvio wasn’t often in the mood, but today…

“Hah! And ya think that’s you?”

A peeved expression flickers across Gilbert’s face while a swell of petty accomplishment swirls inside of Silvio. At first, Gilbert does nothing but press against him harder as he rolls his hips again, a chilled laugh slipping out at how Silvio flexes beneath him with the motion. Low, mocking.

Gilbert stretches across Silvio’s body, like a cat readying to pounce. His hands slide up Silvio’s forearms until they lock around his wrists, holding him in place with a vice grip. 

“Is that to say you believe you’re my master then?”

The sneer etched on his lips is instant, and just what finally pulls a scowl from Gilbert. His fingers flex, nails digging into Silvio’s wrists.

“Last I checked, I’m the only man to make you moan like all the other whores I’ve bedded.” Silvio spits, feeding the storm brewing inside of him- between them- with every further impulse.

Slowly, those nails rake themselves down Silvio’s forearms, leaving thin, raised lines down the tanned skin until Gilbert settles back on his knees. His easy-going smirk is strained as he unbuckles his belt, his brow narrows as he snaps it between his hands.

“Is that so?”

Silvio spits out a curse as Gilbert pounces, quickly slipping the belt under his head. In seconds, Gilbert has fed the buckle its tail and tugs, effectively snapping the loop closed with a rough slap of the leather against Silvio’s neck. With a yank, he’s able to use the makeshift leash to make Silvio scramble to a sitting position, facing him as he chuckles.

“When was the last time you saw a master of any sort wearing the collar, hm?”

Teeth. That’s what Silvio grants him with in response. And maybe he’s playing into the damn dog role too well, but that smirk sparks fury and aggravation. 

Gilbert returns it in kind- bruising kisses between his taunting laughs, nipping Silvio’s worn lips, accepting the bites against his neck. It’s enough to get him to shut up, just for a damn moment. In the flurry of these pinpointed attacks, of the tugs and scratches they give, the rest of the fabric between them is discarded.

Sweat begins to build between them, as their bare cocks press against each other and rub, loosely held in place by Gilbert’s hand. It’s still him doing the work- Silvio’s hands are busy holding onto Gilbert’s body, keeping him steady as the man leans up against him, using him as leverage to keep himself upright as he grinds more.

Finally, with little reluctance, he moves on his own accord and not through the prodding of Gilbert. Sex between them would often fall into games like these, and Silvio wasn’t against the idea of sex with him tonight, he just couldn’t get out of his own head.

But he tries. Because maybe if he popped off inside of him, Silvio might breathe a little easier. Might be less likely to chew Gilbert around and spit him out.

So his hands slide from Gilbert’s hips down to his ass, spreading his cheeks to prep him for how Silvio wants to play tonight. Yet in the process of doing so, he feels the flared base of a familiar toy resting inside of him already.

Just feeling the jeweled toy sends another wave of white hot anger washing through him. It’s more proof of the way Gilbert views their relationship, that it’s through the lenses of premade calculations that Silvio is never privy to until Gilbert’s already secured what he’s sought. The toy being there proves that Gilbert’s intentions from the start were to be bedded, and the idea that Silvio fell into his games once more is enough to drive him mad.

At first, as the cogs in Silvio’s distracted mind churn, Silvio’s fingers only trace the plug. Grazing it in thought, then carefully, he grasps the base. He ignores the breath Gilbert sucks in as he eases it out halfway. Ignores the low groan as he recoats it in lube and quickly pushes it back in.

“You’ve been wearin’ this the whole time?” Silvio knows he has, it’s obvious. There’s just a part of him that wants a different explanation, that Gilbert was just being a freak in his own spare time, instead of planning this from the start.

“Hehe, oops?”

Cheeky. As always. Even as Silvio starts roughly pumping the toy in and out of the man, even when Gilbert has to use Silvio’s body to fully support himself as the pleasure makes his head spin, the man still had the gall to laugh mockingly in Silvio’s ear when his frustration slipped in the form of growls and rougher movements. As if Silvio’s attempts were pitiful. As if such a display of emotions were pathetic to the feared conqueror. 

There’s a moment of pause as Silvio stills his hand, a huff of complaint by his ear. A tease of some sort that fades out as his focus shifts, selling both his hands on Gilbert’s hips.

Gentle touches were rare between the two of them. Those careful caresses and loving strokes were far more often reserved for Emma, or for sappy nights where their attitudes for each other diminished; subdued by her calming nature. Gilbert knows this, knows to covet the sensation when he’s in the mood to be graced with it. Yet Silvio digging his fingers into his hips, bruising the skin as he flips Gilbert over, manages to pull a gasp from Gilbert.

He’s hardly able to breathe, to steady himself against the sheets, before Silvio thrusts himself in to the hilt.

“Fuck–”

Silvio’s grip switches to the back of Gilbert’s hair, and he’s shoved down messily against the pillow. He has to quickly adjust to be able to gain air, but Silvio’s grip is tight regardless. 

Like this, Silvio doesn’t have to see his face. That mixture of disappointment, the red of his eye boring judgment into him. The groans that aren’t her. The blatant fact that she’s not here– that she’s possibly lost between waves, hurt from unknown accidents, by strange hands, or even swept away by the one solid comfort in his life.

Yet here he was, spreading his time waiting by fucking an incorrigible man.

The pace he sets is relentless, never giving Gilbert proper time to recover as he finally speaks. His words are biting, leveled with the anger that had no outlet before.

“This is all you ever want, ain’t it? For me to satisfy your needs, like they’re the most important thing in the fuckin’ world.”

“Ngh– Silvio–”

“Em’s out there on her own, and I’m stuck here havin’ ta deal with your needy ass instead. Can’t have a damn moment worrying about my fucking wife without you demanding attention.”

Gilbert’s hands clench into the sheets, teeth bared as he grunts. His brow is furrowed, body tensed between an overwhelming array of pain morphing into pleasure, but Silvio pays it no mind. His own mind is too busy focusing in on his frustrations overflowing, rather than the way Gilbert hisses warnings at him.

The regular bites between them, the mocking insults – none of it usually had an air of real malice. Their relationship was complicated, but it allowed such a reprieve from their norm. To air out emotions otherwise stifled. Yet in this moment, Silvio uses this opportunity to bare his fangs, leaving grooves in Gilbert’s skin. To be the one to etch warnings, curses, vices of his own.

It isn’t until he’s finally spent that he realizes the way Gilbert arches in the bed, red eye flared as he glowers over his shoulder. Each movement is slow and deliberate, reminding Silvio once more of the fact that Gilbert is the only person to make him feel like prey.

Shit.

.

The splashing of water seemed to echo every time Silvio wet the cloth in his hands again, paired with the sound of him attempting to gently wash away the sweat and specks of blood from Gilbert’s back. No matter how carefully he pressed against Gilbert’s marred skin, the man in front of him refused to acknowledge the way Silvio had tried to care for him. 

Silvio bit back the sigh that threatened to leave his mouth, knowing it would only spiral into making whatever this was worse. Normally, she was here to dissolve the tension whenever it had built up between them if a simple round in the sheets didn’t fix it, but without her here … Silvio realized just how much the two of them relied on her.

He was never one to apologize or admit when he fucked up. It was a sign of weakness, a sign he couldn’t afford with his family. With Gilbert and Emma, he was getting better at it, but this shit was more difficult than being out at sea.

“If Em were here, she’d think we were a buncha crybabies,” he muttered. The thought was loose, meant to break the heavy silence lightheartedly, but instead Gilbert stiffened under his touch. Red eye narrowed over his shoulder, gazing coldly at him. As if he were daring Silvio to continue that ridiculous sentence.

He faltered under that gaze for a moment, but frowned and instead pulled his hand away from Gilbert.

“I ain’t wrong. She’d tell it to us straight-”

“What exactly do you believe is happening right now?”

The words were seething, enough to give Silvio pause before he tried to brush off the hostility.

“... Well, you’re obviously pissed off at me.”

The glare boring into him is finally pried away, and Silvio doesn’t have to be facing him to see the way Gilbert flicks his head away, rolling his eyes at the answer. 

“It would do well to reflect. If not for me, then for her.”

The urge to bite back nearly overtakes Silvio, but his gaze drops from the back of Gilbert’s mussed hair to the blotches of blooming red forming across Gilbert’s shoulders - nothing particularly new when it came to their nights together, but…

The cloth is set aside as Silvio reaches out, his thumb tracing one of the deeper grooves left in Gilbert’s skin. The action causes a rare flinch from the man, even if minute.

He really did a number to him, didn’t he? Now that the anger had been abated, Silvio can see the damage between them, physical and otherwise. How he knows the stubborn nature of the both of them would ensure Gilbert to refuse any extensions of genuine care for days, or longer even, if this wouldn’t get settled.

How Silvio would react the same, causing this rift to grow, until Emma came home to fix it.

And how pathetic was that? Waiting for her to fix this shit between them because he couldn’t get past his ego? 

God. 

“She’s not here.” 

It’s muttered more to himself than to Gilbert. But it draws a hum from the man.

“... Yeah.”

At the questioning lilt in his voice, Gilbert looks over at Silvio, unamused. At that, something in Silvio’s mind clicks, and the issue that Gilbert is pushing begins to unfold.

“But you are.”

“And I always will be. In some manner.”

As he speaks, Silvio’s eyes drop to the bites on Gilbert’s neck. Harsh. Bruising. Sure to ache well into tomorrow. On impulse, his fingers ghost the stronger ones.

“Even when I’m like this, huh?”

Gilbert pauses, allowing the touch even as his shoulders tense briefly with it. With a soft sigh, he reaches out to do the same to Silvio’s neck, touching the marks left by the belt.

“... Even when we’re both like this.”

Water dripping from Gilbert’s fingers trail down Silvio’s skin. After a few drops onto the tile, Silvio manages his next words without a strain in his voice.

“‘m sorry.”

Gilbert freezes, his fingers still by Silvio’s throat. They linger, tracing his jugular faintly. It’s clear by his tense shoulders that Gilbert doesn’t want to relent, not yet, but he still pries his hand away with a defeated sigh.

“It’s fine.”

With Gilbert settled back fully now, ‘relaxing’ his back against the tub, Silvio is shown full access to his chest and neck. As well as the way Gilbert closes his eyes, silently giving Silvio permission to do as he wishes.

There’s still tension between them, annoyance ebbing underneath their skin, but there is only so much time Silvio can waste wallowing in such emotions. He dips the washcloth back into the warm water, easing onto his knees again, his chin on the rim of the tub - right next to Gilbert’s head.

“Ya put up with a lot from me,” Silvio mumbles, and it prompts a scoff against his ear.

“As if being with me doesn’t present it’s own set of issues. You and the little rabbit have quite the handful with me.”

“Yeah, well… I deal with it cuz I love you.”

“Hehe… I know.”

“... You’re supposed to say it back, asshole.”

The petty namecalling, the playful bickering. That’s what finally makes Gilbert’s lips curl into a smile, turning to finally look at Silvio with a lighthearted chuckle.

“I love you, Silvio.”

Despite the impulse to shy away from the remark with how his cheeks heat up, Silvio swallows the cowardly wants as he speaks, “I love you too.”

This is one of my favorite ships in ikepri that I don't believe I ever talk about on tumblr much, but I end up talking a lot about it to mimi. She built up this whole AU of them. So when I had my comms open, Mimi wanted me to continue a drabble she built up of Silvio worried at the docs and refusing to move, and Gilbert trying in his own way to gently pull Silvio back.

But Silvio! Is Silvio. He doesn't recognize that Gilbert is also worried. About Emma and Silvio. So yaknow they solve it through sex. yeehaw. BAHAHA.

This was fun to write and I always love a chance to write the ships I enjoy. I don't really know why I don't do it more often. Thank you for @rjthirsty and @crystal13unny for reviewing it and hyping me up! And for the title, Chase, bahahaha.

Also everyone thank mimi for not allowing me to title this one 'Lovefool' 💗

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