Author's Note: I have successfully destroyed the fourth wall.

10/13- It's here, it's here! I'm sorry it took so long for anyone who is reading this.

"Finally."

Alone time.

Even their cats were disturbed by the cold silence that suddenly hung like a fog in the room, but Leo managed with their obnoxious recklessness now and the noise. He had already finished typing up his story before Elliot had left, and was simply just editing it- he completed editing, however, the moment his husband went out the door to go to the shop. Glancing at the red-colored phone, which had thirty-two messages, all of them both of them couldn't bare to delete. It was their only reminder of the time Oz and his family were here, in this very apartment, secretly enjoying their company- being replaced with shadowy characters, loud children that would only result in loud adults, and most of all, arrogant sluts. Some who came banging up on their door two AM in the morning with red lips from bites and sucking, asking the same thing every time, to which they would answer no and lock the women out.

Sigh. Of course, the manager liked them and refused to let them out at all when anyone came basically begging for them to leave. Of course he would do that- the women were annoying the gays of the town. This alone time was precious to two very important things: said girls who were going to hate the silence, and the voice mails. Oz had left every single one of them at the same hour, and was probably a complete mess at the last one he had sent. But every time Elliot and Leo got to the end, they couldn't help but snicker or giggle, the first time they heard it all, they happened to laugh together- some rare between the two when it didn't involve-

Nevermind.

Leo had stared at it all for quite a few moments of deciding what he was going to do, emotions swelling up in the bittersweet thoughts, eventually he got up to click-

Great. They're meowing louder now.

"Nerva, Levon! Please, quiet down."

Talking to the cats. That was one of the countless things Leo had picked up from Elliot, due to his partner's adoration of the puny guys- when Nerva wasn't tiny at all- and would still treat them as he would babies. There wasn't ever going to be a time they would snap back, always giving in to their masters and asking for a good treat or two. When it came to Oz, he would sneak maybe five treats to them, besides Levon who was still always being cradled gently in Elliot's arms by the time they found out, and Nerva would leap on his fresh coat or shirt for a game of tug-of-war of the top, always resulting in picking his clothes to get the cat hair off.

Good times with him and his relatives, now all over. It was almost nine years, nine years they disappeared off the continent, due to Alice failed to ever see a Vessalius from Mexico or Canada, and left them all in the dark for why they disappeared, which only few knew, but always said they promised they wouldn't tell why they had left. Elliot had reluctantly agreed by the next 'funeral' they were going to delete the voice mails, by then they would have to move on and possibly forget.

Elliot wouldn't. Nor would Leo.

Five days ago, they realized it was one week before the final good-bye's, to which was now two days away, they shared one look that could cover a page in a book.

They wouldn't and they couldn't.

Snapping the voice on, it rang it's feminine tone of dullness. "You have thirty-two messages."

Leo sat down on his working chair, aware listening to all of them mostly eat up all the time Elliot was going to be gone. It didn't matter, honestly, if he came at eighteen, which was his most hated one Oz left. It had to do with him after all, but it was a compliment- the beige said it was all lies the moment Leo said that, only resulting in a wide grin and turning quiet to listen to the next message the blonde had given.

By some point, Leo had snoozed off listening to them while wearing that smile, being woken up by the lock violently shaking and pounding on the door, screams translated into gibberish to his waking mind. Only one person in the whole world would be this angry-

"LEO! LEO LET ME IN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE!"

"Cheating on you." Leo replied with pure sarcasm, not bothering to wonder what was going through Elliot's mood: more rage or...

It became painfully aware there was surprisingly stunned silence outside after a minute or two, and Leo failed to suppress down a round of small laughter to the realization his husband believed him. That caught Elliot's attention from the other side apparently, yelling his head off again, and easily recognized his name in those shouts of pure rage.

"...LEO I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T OPEN IT RIGHT NOW- I KNOW YOU'RE L..."

"Alright, alright, give me a second."

The second he opened the door, Elliot came barging in with his eyes wild, light aflame in anger. His throat hitched up as well as his head, then growled, slamming the door shut with a bang! and giving Leo that cruel death glare once again. Somehow, by some miracle, Leo was unfazed by these actions, managing to control his giggles better now, it wouldn't give him any help if he laughed right now. Instead the consequence would be one of his silent treatments, one happened to last a week when he did smile and laughed uncontrollably at Elliot during an angry moment. At last, Elliot spoke, words as cold as he could have possibly made them.

"Tell me... why you didn't open at the first knock?"

"I was asleep."

"ASLEEP! HOW LATE DID YOU-"

"Oh, like you wouldn't know."

For a moment Leo swore that Elliot was about to punch his jaw, it was right in front of him after all, but instead seemed like he was trying to understand what Leo had just said.

"A...ahh... Leo-!"

His face had already been the color of pure pink from his screaming, then deepening to a hot red when this registered completely. Once again a large amount of time passed until he said something, thankfully being gentle this time, actually raising a few fingers to wrap around Leo's, caring and sweet. Leo squeezed back, uncertain of the feeling bubbling inside him was relief Elliot was calming down or the fact he was being so very sweet right now, with his slight worrying and whatnot.

"I suppose I would. I shouldn't keep you up so last with my... You know."

Unable not to grin a little at this, the black-haired male knew what was coming next. Their lips touched sweetly, Elliot tasting of strawberries, like always, with him pecking his mouth and licking Leo's lips if they just happened to rock up. "Mhmmm." Elliot hummed, obviously pleasured, then once Leo parted he faced Elliot who had a raw hunger in his eyes, wanting to devour every scrap of his 'delicious' Leo.

"I hope you know I was actually pretty worried when you said that earlier.."

Hm? What is he referring to, the cheating statement? Oh Elliot...

"I thought about the time and... I..."

This time the kiss was a bit rough and needy from his husband's side, but Leo didn't mind all that much, still amused from what he had said. Elliot was easy to frighten when it came to their somewhat complex relationship, but lovable and... what was it called again? A tsunyere? God, he wasn't good with these silly terms. His huband's tongue then stopped it's pace, licking Leo's and his own lips as he parted, humming in pleasure. At this point, Leo had been painfully noting what happened right then, the pain part was the forgotten grocery bag having an iron grip and squeezing, just showing how worried the beige was from a joke.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't do that to you."

Elliot's hand softened at that, and Leo could see the same relief flooding in those beautiful blue eyes. Nuzzling his neck a bit, Elliot had straightened up after all, the couple's hands still were tied around each other. Quiet. Silence.

It was one of those times one had to break the ice by something awkward and strange.

"Leo... Uh... You can let go now."

Elliot's hands fumbled around, with Leo guiding them as if they were tangled together, and the taller male finally let a blush seep into his too perfect skin, walking off to some part of the room, almost tripping over Levon who sped in his path. Still having that childish smile, Leo almost sighed in relief; Elliot hadn't mentioned the Vessaliuses. He always did, the moment he came home, but inside, to which Leo was never going to admit it, he began to lose his own faith for their return.

It was a fairytale. One few believed in anymore.

But no way he was going to say his thoughts to anyone, even if they shared them.

Ever.