No yo tengo Artemis Fowl. Yo quiro, pero no tengo. Oh, y, en ingles, if you're wondering about about the sudden influx of fics- contests on AF. If you're wondering when I'll update Hidden atb the Office, then stop. Like, now. Either way, I LOVE SLASH! Oh, and review?
"Grub, I told you, I had to!" Trouble said to his brother.
"I know I did something wrong, Trouble, but . . . demoting me? Why?" Grub pleaded, pushing back tears. Retrevial didn't cry.
Grub always wanted to be in Retrevial, because of Trouble. He always wanted to be like Trouble, he knew it annoyed him sometimes, but that was how he felt. Like, when they were little, he would always shadow him, just to see if he could become as great as his older brother. His brother was handsome, smart, charming and skillful. He was everything Grub wanted to be, and everything he wanted. Grub long ago realized his feelings weren't brotherly, but had never really minded, so long as he could be like, if not with, his brother. But, it was slowly getting harder and harder. Trouble moved out of Mummy's house, where Grub couldn't leave (he didn't get the housing market), and he became Major, then Commander so he couldn't see him as often. Grub felt a bit like his heart was breaking and he couldn't even tell Mummy.
Trouble sighed. "I'm sorry, Grub, but you, not even you, can get away with that . . . " Trouble bent his head over some paperwork briefly, before looking up and seeing his brother's quivering lip.
"Grub- don't- please!" Trouble begged him to stop the water works. Grub sniffed, but his eyes were watery. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? Anything to make it better?"
Anything to stop the crying?
Trouble, who was completely oblivious to his Grub's feelings, had a bit of a crush on his brother. He made up for it by being extra harsh on him, but, really, when did it stop being a crush and start being . . . sincere feelings? Trouble didn't like to think about it.
Grub thought of what could make his life better, and could only think of one thing.
"Do you mean it? Anything?" He asked, sounding whiny, but was desperate.
Trouble looked into the brown eyes like his own, and say the hope. He really couldn't say no. "Anything but your old job."
Grub nodded, and figured he'd take a leap. Slowly, Grub walked around his table to where is brother sat in his fancy swivel chair. Trouble looked confused for a moment, until Grub leaned down and kissed him. On the lips.
Trouble was suprised that this was coming from his little brother. The little annoying guy (who actually had a centimeter on him) who could never feel anything toward him but brotherly love at the most. He was kissing him.
After freezing for a moment, Trouble started to kiss him back and Grub almost smiled. It definately wasn't brotherly, and it was everything they had hoped kissing their brother would be, and a little more.
When Grub finally pulled away, he sighed and said "That was enough to make up for anything."
As he turned to go, Trouble caught his tanned wrist.
"Don't go." Trouble whispered, before kissing Grub himself.