Author's Note: I originally wrote these for a themed contest on an Elliot/Leo fanclub on Deviantart. Having met ThePlotthief however, I was convinced to post these on my poor neglected fanfiction account. Now, bear with me, this is the first time I've written a decent fanfiction since... well, since the last story I posted on here. This is going to be a tad rocky.
Anyway, I've written five of the themes so far, there are... ten more that I intend to fill out regardless of the contest. Let's see if I'll actually manage it.

Outside-

When Elliot brought his new servant home and all the others had obviously disapproved the messy haired teen had taken to hiding in his room. "I don't need them to like me to access the library do I?" he'd stated; like it didn't bother him, though Elliot knew it did. To try and make his friends stay more comfortable Elliot had managed to get the maids to set up a nice comfortable room for the boy (after much badgering and proclamations that: yes, he IS here to stay!) but the boy had decided he was more comfortable sleeping in Elliot's room, either on his chair, or on his floor…he'd taken his bed a few times—but thankfully the boy was small and Elliot's bed was big enough to fit them both.

The first night it had happened was the day one of his brothers had tried to cut his hair, and like at the house of Fianna- that hadn't ended well. So Elliot didn't see the need to irritate the boy anymore by telling him to get out of his bed (or his room for that matter) and after that he'd just gotten used to it.

…which explained why he was sitting up in bed, frustrated, wondering where his friend had gone in the middle of the night. Elliot usually found himself to be a heavy sleeper, but having grown used to the other boys warmth, the sound of his breathing, when he wasn't there it felt wrong suddenly. Besides that, Elliot was worried. There was this incessant need to protect him and if he didn't know where he was that made it harder to fulfill that need.

So, keeping in mind that his new servant couldn't possibly know his way around yet and how vicious he could actually prove to be, Elliot pulled himself out of bed and went out in search of the boy. Along the way he allowed himself to think of reasons he could have left the room to begin with. The boy could have needed the restroom...no, that was stupid; there was one adjoining to his room. He could have headed back to the library to raid some bookshelves…but without him? How cruel!

After an hour of searching the empty halls for him (and avoiding a very sleepy Vanessa who might have been sleepwalking—or just off putting somethingin the freezer for no apparent reason. He had no idea why she did that…) Elliot allowed himself to slump against the wall in the front hall. It was then he noticed the front door was unlocked.

When he found Leo, the brunette was sitting in the grass a noticeable distance from his new home on a small hill and Elliot was almost too busy sulking about having tripped into a bush to really be annoyed with him, "What are you doing out here…?"

Leo didn't even flinch when Elliot broke the silence and announced he was there. He shrugged his shoulders and glanced back at him. Elliot froze at the sight before him. Leo's hair was parted just a slight bit more to the right then it usually was and as such his left eye was visible. Elliot had to resist every urge he had to stare at the boy, afraid that if he brought too much attention to it Leo would push his hair back the right way and he wouldn't be able to see anymore. Unfortunately for Elliot, it was painfully obvious he was distracted as Leo actually had to nudge him to regain his attention.

"Wh-what?"

Leo laughed a little and shut his eyes; Elliot tried not to whimper in protest. (Whimper? I obviously need more sleep…why did I get up again?)

"I was just saying how pretty it is when the fireflies come up over here. You just missed them though," Leo explained before tugging on Elliot's arm so he was forced to sit beside him.

Elliot didn't like the idea of sitting in the grass in his pajamas but when he'd opened his mouth to protest Leo had reopened his visible eye and Elliot found he'd lost again.

After a few minutes of silence Elliot ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, staring at the grass, "If they're gone now, why are we still sitting here?"

"Because that house is uncomfortable," he stated flatly, but he shook his head and continued, "The air is fresher here, and at night… it's okay to see."

Elliot looked confused, "I thought you said that you didn't want to see…?"

Leo sighed and leaned his head on the taller boy's shoulder, "It's just a little bearable at night…In the day it's almost too tempting."

Elliot raised his head to look him in the face, avoiding direct eye contact for Leo's own comfort but in the end he couldn't really help it and Leo cringed, "Tempting? What is…?"

Leo tried to laugh the awkwardness away, shutting his eyes away from Elliot's almost overbearing glow, "Ah... nothing, forget I said anything…"

When Elliot's strong blue eyes didn't waiver Leo sighed and leaned against him again, "It's just… I see things Elliot, the world is a frightening place, and I see too much," he pushed against him, burrowing against the taller boys neck. Where it anyone else Elliot might have pushed him away and complained about personal boundaries. Instead he sighed and pet the boy on the head, "So what makes the night better…?"

"The dark; most of it goes away, meshes into the dark, and all that's left is the glow… Elliot, this is pointless, you don't have the slightest idea what I'm talking about… if this was your way of trying to get me to go back into the house all you'd have had to do was say so."

Elliot rolled his eyes and pushed the boy off, "You're right, I don't know what you're talking about, but I like that you're talking." He was staring at the visible eye again, Leo winced.

Because, of course, he could see what Elliot couldn't. He could see the mistake he'd made. Elliot's brothers had every reason to hate him…

"Elliot, really, let's go inside then…" He started to stand up but Elliot rolled his eyes and grabbed his arm in the same way Leo had done earlier.

"You don't really want to, and I'm already down here," then he tugged. Leo squeaked and lost his footing on their hill, landing on the other boy. Elliot grunted when he was suddenly winded but realized it didn't bother him anymore as looking up he could see both of Leo's gorgeous eyes. Pits of swirling darkness speckled with gold…He practically created his own light with those eyes…

"Elliot…?"

"Hm…?"

"You're still holding me down… unless you're comfortable like this—I mean…"

Elliot felt the heat rush to his face and quickly pushed the brunette aside. Leo squeaked again as he rolled down the hill a bit and when he came back up he growled at Elliot, ready to start reaching into the dirt and throw chunks of earth and grass at him. Maybe if he was lucky he'd find some rocks and leave some bruises…

Elliot cringed, bringing his arm up to shield his head from the impending doom when Leo stopped. His eyes perfectly unhindered he could see everything that horrified him, and that one thing that did him one better. The blush on Elliot's face and the soft look in his eyes from a few minutes earlier…and he had no idea…

Leo sighed and stood up, reaching out for Elliot's hand, "Let's go inside, you must be tired…"