Title: Obsession

Author's note: Hey lovelies. This is a one shot based on some of my previous AIW works. All characters are human in this series.

Please note that this story features a same sex relationship. If that isn't your cup of tea, I have faith you can click that back button now and find yourself something to read that you might enjoy just a little more than this piece.

Thanks for reading!

All his life Hatter had been obsessed with one thing and then the next. From the crafting of his precious hats to his love of tea – obsession was simply part of who he was. He would spent hours every day walking around the shop, dusting the hats that hadn't yet sold, and choosing the one he would wear that day.

Each hat was unique, and Hatter found that he loved them all. The one he wore today was shabbier than the rest of them. Black with gold embroidery in the shapes of flowers and trees. There were a few patches on it from the wear and tear of years, but otherwise it was in perfect condition.

But it didn't hold a candle to some of the more beautiful hats in his shop.

The shop had originally sold only the hats he and his parents created. Since their passing, Hatter had gradually filled the shelves with his own designs, and the trinkets that another had collected.

March hare come into his life unexpectedly. Hatter could still remember the day at the docks, when he'd bumped into the bright-eyed young man, and seen the fear in his eyes. It hadn't even occurred to Hatter not the help him, he'd simply grabbed the young man by the arm and dragged him behind the tavern.

It was all down hill from there as far as Hatter saw it. His obsession with March began quietly, a strange ache in his chest whenever they had to part for too long. A sense of joy and elation when they were together again.

He honestly didn't know what the feelings were or what they met, not until the third obsession entered his life in the form of a young girl with bright eyes. Alice had been the wild card in his life, something he knew nothing about and yet found himself craving. She was witty and beautiful, and she turned his head like fine wine.

If things had been different, perhaps he might truly had fallen in love with her right then and there. But she left. His beautiful Alice went away, and Hatter thought his heart might actually be broken. He remembered sitting in the garden, tears rolling down his cheeks.

A pair of arms had wrapped around his shoulders them, warm lips touching the side of his face while they whispered words of comfort.

March.

Hatter was jarred from his memories by those same arms curling around him. He sighed quietly as he leaned his head back against March's shoulder, smiling at the touch of lips on the side of his neck. "Did our mouse leave already?" He wondered, referring to the teenage dormouse that had decided to adopt them as his parents.

"He did." March answered, continuing to nuzzle his way down the Hatter's neck, only stopping when he reached the collar of his shirt. "He said he had business that needed taking care of."

Hatter chuckled and closed his eyes. He reached up and brushed the tips of his fingers along March's cheek, smiling faintly when the other man sighed; hot breath tickling his skin. "So we have the house all to ourselves for a while, yes?" He asked.

"Oh, I think we do." March agreed. "What ever should we do with it?"

"I can think of a few clever ideas."

"I like when you're clever, Hatter." March murmured, nipping at the pale skin again. "Let's be clever together."

"Lets."