3. Your cat boy will make nests. And when he does, you don't beat him. You join him.

"Matthew?" Alfred called out worriedly as he walked down the hall. "Matt, if you're just playing, it's not funny anymore!" he said as he glanced around the living room for the third time.

He woke up this morning to find the usual warmth of Matthew sleeping by his legs gone and figured he must've woken up early and would find him watching tv in the living room, but a quick walk through the house showed this was in fact not the case. In fact, he couldn't find him anywhere! And it wasn't helping he wasn't responding to Alfred calling out his name. By now he would've screamed at him to shut up or something! Where the hell had he gone?

Alfred was pacing up and down the living trying to think of where Matthew had gone. He knew he liked going outside, but he never left without telling him first (or dragging him along), so that wasn't an option. Perhaps he had wandered off to the marker? He knew he had been pestering him for more salmon, and he had taught Matthew how to use his credit card in case he ever had to leave for business…

He walked over to the table and picked up his sweater, reaching into the pockets. Nope. His wallet was still there.

Then where the hell – CRASH!

Alfred immediately jumped and looked around him for the source of the sound when he heard the faint sound of muttering. Matthew?

He listened for the source of the sounds and realized it was coming from his room. He quickly jogged his way over and looked around, but it was empty. "Matt?" he called out.

"Go away" he heard the quiet come back coming from… the closet? Damn it! Of course he would be there.

He immediately opened up the closet door only to have a mini avalanche of clothes pool at his feet and a curled up, half asleep, Matthew on the top of it. It took a few moment for Matthew to finally look up and acknowledge Alfred, "Wha'dya want?" he grumbled as he began reaching for the doorknob to shut it again.

"What are you doing? And what the hell was that sound?" Alfred questioned as he pushed the door further away from his grasp.

Matthew only buried his face into the clothes again before answering, "This is my nest, now go away. And don't worry, I only hit the door by accident, didn't break anything" and then going silent again.

Now that Alfred looked around, he noticed how all his clean clothes had been missing from the hangers, all of them now pooled haphazardly under Matthew in a makeshift bed. He couldn't help but laugh a little and shake his head at the boy's antics. How could he have ever gone so long without his companionship? Cleaning could come later, but for now…

Matthew lifted his head up when he suddenly felt his "bed" shift under the weight of Alfred who was now shifting around next to him trying to settle down as well.

"What are you doing" he asked as Alfred finally settled down on back and grabbed a hanger to reach the doorknob and shut it once again.

"We're camping in the closet, now go to sleep" he said, setting the hanger down beside him.

They couldn't see each other in the darkness, but they were both smiling blissfully as Matthew finally settled down again, head resting on Alfred's shoulder.

"Good night Al" he said before shutting his eyes again.

"Night Mattie" he whispered before bringing his hand up to softly caress his head.

They would both regret it in a few hours from now when they woke up to extremely stiff backs, but as they both drifted off to sleep again with each other's warmth, it didn't matter.


I actually really liked writing this chapter, cute fluff! As always, reviews are always appreciated. Thank you!