Well, thank you guys SO much for the support!
As is probably found buy the last chapter, this story is full of facts that I've… basically… made up from common-sense. I really just wanted to write a story where there was a legitimate reason for these two to get together, but they would still fall in love. Not that I'm promising they will, though.
Before I completely ruin the plot, ENJOY!
'I'm bringing this up now because we've both yet to choose a mate, and spring will be calling our animal instincts again...' Simon sighed. 'and we're way over the age we should have mated. We're lucky we haven't had anything go wrong...'
'But...' Alvin frowned. 'we still don't have a female to "mate" with.' He stated.
Simon shrugged. 'Actually, we now have the Chipettes,' he pointed out. Alvin made a gagging motion.
'No way would I "mate" with Brittany!' He protested, as though Simon was completely mental for suggesting it.
Simon then smiled in amusement. 'So, you'd choose not to mate with any of the girls?' He asked with a raised brow.
'Nope.' Alvin declared, folding his arms in his cross-legged position.
Chuckling now, Simon replied. 'You're basically telling me that you'd rather mate with me than the girls, that I'm "choice" over them. Are you keeping something from me?' He smirked at Alvin's cringe.
'Okay, I choose no one.' He decided. Simon shook his head, still smiling in amusement.
'It won't happen like that, Alvin,' he insisted, 'and the fact of the matter is; we can't put it off for long. You can't put it off for long.' Simon stood and helped a sceptic Alvin up.
'You're telling me,' Alvin began, 'that one of these spring days, I'll...' He eyed Simon. 'We'll experience "heat"?'
Simon nodded. 'Exactly.' He agreed. 'And at our age, now, it'll be much stronger than usual.' He smiled wickedly at Alvin. 'I expect you know how get yourself all excited... so, you better get used to that.' He chuckled and closed the door, leaving Alvin to think.
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'Dinner!'
Dave's call sent Theodore rushing in only a moment after, looking eager and excited.
'What's for dinner, Dave?' The youngest asked.
Dave smiled at the common question. 'Mac and cheese, Theodore,' He answered. 'Do you know where the twins are?' He chuckled at the reference to the boys as "twins". Not that it was at all incorrect, it was the simple fact that the two hated hearing it, believing they had nothing so much in common to be even considered brothers. Of course, their looks were matched exactly, if not for height and eye colour.
Theodore shrugged at the question. 'Alvin's in our room, reading comics, and Simon was just coming out of the shower.' He answered helpfully.
Dave placed the plates on the table and sat, Theodore opposite.
Simon then walked down the stairs, already dressed in his long-sleeved blue pyjamas, just adjusting his glasses.
He smiled casually and greeted Dave and Theodore, then sat, still emitting a calm feel (as usual).
Alvin then came bounding down the stairs, still dressed in his everyday outfit of the overly-large red jersey sporting a long, signature yellow "A" and signature red baseball cap; his warm blue eyes still sparkling with a mischievous glint which marked him as a troublemaker.
He sat next to Simon, as usual, and they began to eat.
'So, how's work been, Dave?' Simon enquired casually, lifting a spoonful of dinner up to cool.
Dave nodded.'Actually, quite good.' He admitted modestly, 'our last recorded song made it to twenty-three, so, top thirty.'
Simon and Theodore smiled gratefully at the news, though Alvin didn't show much enthusiasm, which didn't come as a great surprise, since the eldest didn't want anything less than top ten.
That, and he was occupied.
'So, any more monster stuff out of you, Alvin?' Dave mused casually still. Alvin looked blankly at him; lost.
'Only a little,' Simon replied, tilting his head while gathering food. 'Certain places, though, I've yet to explore…'
That made Alvin shiver a little; not in memory of the events, but in whatever would take place this spring.
'Are you cold, Alvin?' Dave queried, confused.
'No,' Alvin insisted, 'just remembered something.' He smiled as reassuringly as possible.
Most of the meal, from then onwards, passed in silence. It was only a few minutes until something could disrupt the silence completely.
'Alvin, could you pass the salt?'
'Sure.'
Just carrying the salt over in-between the seats, Alvin felt a sudden, sharp pain in his gut. He did his best to hide the strain and gave Dave the salt, keeping a pained expression.
'Alvin…' Dave began worriedly, 'are… you okay? You're all red.'
'Simon frowned thoughtfully at him, while the other two simply looked confused and genuinely worried.
Alvin held his stomach with one arm. 'I'm okay,' he got out rather calmly.
The pain was growing and Alvin wasn't surprised if his face had turned purple from the strain – then it was dying down.
Simon laced his fingers in-between Alvin's very subtly.
Alvin opened his eyes (for, apparently, he'd closed them) and stared questioningly at Simon, who gave him a "go with it" look before his hand was on Alvin's thigh.
The pain stopped completely and was replaced by all the mixed feelings that came with your twin brother touching you like that. Alvin immediately pushed it off and finished eating much faster than usual.
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'Shut the door.'
Simon did as he was told and closed the bedroom door, turning to face a shocked, angry and confused Alvin Seville.
'Yeah?' Simon asked, cutting any tension Alvin was hoping to build up.
'Why did you touch me like that down there?' Alvin demanded.
'Because…' Simon murmured, smirking.
''Cause what?' Alvin ordered.
'Because, Alvin, that's how your "heat" goes away.' He smiled with slight humour and mocking. 'You're in heat, Alvin.'
The next chapter will be up pretty soon, so thanks for all your positive comments!
If you guys wanna know why Alvin's in pain, you have to wait for the next chapter, with more half-made-up facts.