We Have All the Time in the World
Warnings: incest, yaoi, possible shota?, not in chronological order
""
How this all began- or more likely how it got dragged out into the light.
Mathew let out an unattractive snort at Alfred's lion impression, unable to help the subsequent giggles that erupted from him. Leaning heavily against his twin, Alfred could feel Mathew's whole frame shake with laughter, scowling, he gave him a shove. This only made Mathew let out a loud cackle. Alfred allowed himself a small smile, his lion impression was great- that must be what Mathew was laughing over!
"Fuck you, bro, I'm adorable." Alfred huffed, crossing his arms.
"Yes," Mathew didn't hesitate to agree, "Yes, you are." Mathew launched himself over his brother, nearly bowling him over. Petting his hair as he clambered onto his back, Mathew chuckled.
"Damn right." Alfred confirmed to himself, not at all disturbed or bothered by his dead weight on top of him, quite used to the matter and didn't second guess it.
"Dude, I think you're going to squash my spleen."
Mathew just raised an eyebrow at this, he knew he didn't weigh that much. "I dare say you jest." Mathew teased, rolling his weight forward, smirking as Alfred face-planted with a loud 'oof'.
"Off." Alfred demanded, voice muffled by doona and mattress.
Mathew complied with a sigh, landing in a lump next to him.
Alfred pealed his face off the doona, "Hey Mattie, how do you reckon they get the lion to do that- that roaring thing on that movie company signature thingie?"
It took Mathew a few seconds to realise what Alfred was talking about, "…You mean that…" Mathew searched for its name, only to find he didn't know it either. "I- I don't know, maybe they got it to put its head through the hole… Or, or, like, photohop."
"Yeeeeaaaah, but the roar. Isn't a roar, like, a battlecry?" Alfred righted himself to easily look his brother in his the eyes, hanging a few inches above his head. "How would they get a lion to do that without losing an arm- or a head?" Alfred beamed, obviously not bothered by the idea of a severed arm to stop smiling.
Mathew cocked his head at Alfred, "Maybe it isn't a battle cry.. maybe it's like a wolf's howl, calling out to others of its kind..?" he suggested, suddenly genuinely interested.
Mathew made a soft howl, making Alfred smile, "Like: 'Hello out there!', 'Are there any lions in your midst?', 'Gather 'round guys, we need to talk about Jerry'."
Alfred laughed at this mental picture, of a lion attempting to make friends, or communicate through a single roar.
He readjusted himself with his elbows next to Mathew's head rather than above him, for purely comfort reasons.
"Ehehe." Mathew chuckled along with him, even if he didn't find it that amusing, Alfred's laugh was irresistibly charming, and you didn't just not laugh with him.
Next moment Mathew gently held Alfred's lip between his own, causing the laughter to die down slowly, and perfectly. Butterflies erupted in his stomach and his eyes fluttered shut. All Mathew could feel was the soft weight against his mouth, though he was slightly aware of sinking further into the bed. Neither of them moved for a long moment. The little self-restraint Mathew had left broke, and he carefully puckered out his lips, a thrill of excitement shot through him as he felt Alfred gently push back. The spell broke and Alfred quickly and awkwardly clambered off his brother. (It wasn't like Alfred shot away in disgust, horrified at what just happened, it was more was confused. Like he wasn't sure how he would be expected to react.)
There was a long lapse of silence until, "What I want to know is why a lion in the first place? Why not something equally noble like the beaver?" from Mathew.
Instantly the tension broke, of course Mattie would say something like that.
"A beaver, ya' kidding, right? Why not add a moose too?" Alfred laughed, prompting Mathew to wack him.
""
""
Ah, there you guys, here's the crappy introduction to an equally story vein. I feel like these two would be really close even in a human!AU, and like, would have their moments where they had too much fun and accidently held hands. Or Alfred fell asleep on top of Mathew after a scary movie. And just that kind of 'accidental gay' shit, tho they actually gay for each other.
Yeah.
Please leave a message if you like, submit headcannons or story ideas, can be fluff, smut angst !anything! 'Cause AmeCan
Also, does anyone actually know what that signature is called. You know the one- from the movies at the start, where it roars and is magnificent as fuck. I couldn't remember what it was called either-if I had, Mattie would have remembered too. But I feel as though it's more realistic this way. /crappy excuse.