-x- Chapter 4 -x-
Rain, no, not rain, a fucking storm! While he was eating his delicious burgers with coca-cola, a wild storm appeared. Leaves and whatever wasn't bound by something were carried with the strong wind. Hail fell, kneading parked cars on the streets, the gross water drops could also hurt if it hit unprotected skin.
Alfred looked through the window. "I got to wait until this stops, even with my super hero powers there's no immunity to natural disasters...". He had eaten four burgers, some fries and had drank 2 big colas, but now he stood up and asked for a big vanilla milkshake. Drinking the milkshake, the taste reminded him of the afternoon's dream.
"Hum~ Like vanilla eh? All traditional and shy, maybe the "cream" will also be a little too sweet? Haha..."
Alfred choked. "Bad idea, bad idea, worst idea ever! Now I can't get up, fuck!". He blushed and resumed to suck and drink, feeling a little erotic. When he had half of the shake down his stomach, he felt a burning feeling on the back of his neck, he scratched it and won a question from another person,
- Is your tattoo itchy? My cousin told me to use baby ointment, it helps a lot! I don't remember the name now, but I can give a call and ask.
"Tattoo? I don't remember having a tattoo there..."
- Man, did you say tattoo? I'm sure I don't have one.
He said, kind of discrediting the man. Nowadays it seemed to be a fever to troll people.
The guy looked confused, pointing to the back of the neck.
- Well, that's not what it looks like. There's a black figure, it reminds me of a flying bunny. Oh, my ride is here, take care man!
"What, in the fucking hell, was that?". His neck still felt like it was burning. Truthfully, it seemed to intensify and bring another feeling that he wasn't sure what was, it's concept evading his mind that was focused on the tattoo. "Better take a look".
Alone, inside the bathroom he felt kind of restless but didn't know why. There was a nice sized mirror in there, he used it to help him take a photo with his cellphone. When he saw the picture he took a fright, there REALLY was a tattoo of a flying bunny.
- What the hell?
He got some toilet paper, humidified it and rubbed the figure. "It must be some fake tattoo that kids are into, Artie must have put it there because of yesterday. Damn, I'll draw with permanent marker a flag on his face". When he felt like it was enough, he took another photo. The skin was now all red, but the image was still there. He was going to start to scratch it out of his skin when he received a call.
- Hero speaking.
- IDIOT! Where are you? Bloody hell, want me to have a heart attack?
- Oh, hey Artie, what's up?
Strange, he felt that strange feeling again, just hearing the voice. It was at his fingertips but he couldn't name it.
- Don't "what's up" me, where are you? The diner is getting cold!
- Oh... 'bout that... I ate already man. This morning nothing happened but it wouldn't be heroic if I ate too much of your awful food and got sick, hahaha!
Alfred heard some noises, seemed like something broke.
- HA HA, easy easy man! I'm on my way home...
True, he was leaving, the rain decreased its strength and there wasn't wind nor icy rocks (the hail that fell before was as big as a baseball ball) anymore.
- Aw man, I'll need a bath, there's no umbrella and it's still raining.
He got his hair out of his eyes, passing his hand on all of it, resting on the back of the neck.
- Ouch!
- What's wrong? Are you all right Alfred? I told you to stop eating that trash food!
- Hey man, it's way safer than your homemade food. And that's not it, I seem to have a tattoo on my neck, it's itchy and I don't remember ever doing it. Was it you?
There weren't noises, as if the phone was put down or maybe muted. He felt his tattoo burn on his skin again and this time he recognized another feeling raging his body. He gasped.
- What? Where are you? Are you all right?
The sound was as if the other was smirking while talking, Alfred didn't like it. There wasn't much that he could do, he took off his jacket and covered himself while having to run home, it was uncomfortable.
- Haha... Nothing man. I'm almost home, can you open it for me?
- Yes, of course that I can. I'll be waiting you.
The call was finished, but something in Arthur's voice made a shiver run through his skin. Now that he thought about it, Arthur was always there for him, whenever he needed it – wanting or not. He liked the guy a lot, he was too... how could he say it... British? Yeah, that may be it, he never thought hard about this feelings, but even so he was a nice fellow. The problem was, with the thing about Matthew going on, Arthur has been spoiling him a bit, and two consecutive sexy dreams with the guy started to get him to have strange reactions to the one. Jeez, how could he get... Better not say it... Anyway, hearing his voice and in a public place? Had he no shame? Well, it had been awhile since he last got laid.
"Been a while since I've last done it, but yesterday night and today had enough of "draining" me as it was. So much from just a fucking dream, what am I? A virgin teen?" He sighed long and hard.
Thinking that he got home and was met with shining emerald eyes.
- Bloody hell, you are soaked!
- Don't tell me... I didn't feel wet at all!
He blushed with that word and passed Arthur. Strange, it seemed that he was grinning.
"No matter, I need to take care of the clothes that got wet because of the rain and because of... urg... Best to just take a bath and not think about it."
Inside the bath, Alfred was taking care of his most urgent matter. Lost in thought he didn't hear the door click, his noises muffling the giggles that came into the room. Click, the door was locked.
Eyes of a predator locked on his prey, he licked his lips. How long has he been suppressing this desire? How long has he been putting up the "big brother" facade and deluded even himself? At long last he could do it.
He felt the burning feeling consume him all the way home, relief washed his very soul when he got into the bath. Worry crept inside his mind as the image that was laid before his closed eyes (as a material) was, again, the last he would suspect, though it kept turned up because of those last... dreams. What was wrong with him? He must have a traumatic disorder of some kind, yes, it was all his brother's fault!
- Having a good time, aren't we?
The curtain was open and Alfred stopped. He didn't know what hurt more, but his pride could overcome all else. He tried to cover himself and coughed, gasped, with exactly no words to say.
- No, you don't need to say anything, but please, do go on.
There was a moment of silence, the other gaping and Arthur grinning, against the wall.
- Wha- What's the fucking problem with you? Get-the-fuck-out NOW!
Alfred slammed the wall, letting himself get uncovered for some time, winning a whistle.
- Well built, aren't we? At least you CERTAINLY don't look like a Greek statue.
They had this discussion some days prior: about Greek statues being nude and you know... tiny. Seeming to remember it he gasped.
- Wo... What?!
He covered himself again, if he wasn't red before, for sure now he was, and Arthur loved it.
- Yep, feel as fresh and new as vanilla, but for how long?
A large smirk playing on the face.
- What are you saying? Get out!
Arthur got closer and Alfred backed away... until meeting the other side's wall. Cornered inside the shower he watched as emeralds licked him from afar, his legs shaking, unable to sustain his body. The dammed tattoo also didn't seem to help at all, the burning feeling so intense he thought he wouldn't be able to breath anymore. Washed with so many emotions and being nude, hitting the guy in front of him didn't even cross his mind.
- Well, we did make a pact, remember?
Alfred' legs gave away, Arthur kneeled beside him and held his chin up with his index finger.
- I saved Matthew and you are mine, your choice right?
- What... are you talking about?
His breath was labored. That's right, now he knew the feeling that crept inside him since the phone call. It was lust and now it was stronger than ever. It left him with a not so elaborated thread of thought. Arthur moved his head from side to side, slowly, with his finger, caressing his check with the thumb.
- Hmm? I knew you were a bloody idiot, but I wasn't sure about being dumb. Don't you remember what happened this morning? Or would you prefer yesterday's dream? Since I didn't know if that was your thing, today I tried a new one...
That left him speechless. How did he know? Had Arthur done anything to him? No, he was positive that wasn't true, his backside didn't hurt and that was proof enough. As if reading his mind, Arthur giggled and grabbed the other's neck and hip.
- Don't worry, I haven't done anything... yet... I'm prone to, but since I'm a gentleman and saying "yes" once doesn't mean "yes" all the time, please do tell me. How about you fulfill your part of the contract? I'm also prone to say you don't want me to give up helping Matthew, not now that he's almost safe.
The words hit him hard, as if they were solid. It was all true. The embarrassing dreams. The whispers inside his mind... All true... And all Arthur's fault? It was rare but Alfred also got serious from time to time and this was one of those times. He knew that his "big bro" studied and talked a lot about the occult, saw him use magic once (even using some Busby chair – that backfired and it was totally because he was a hero, nothing to do with his Russian classmate that sat on it), but this was way out of league!
- I don't believe in you.
He neck hurt where the tattoo was supposed to be. He grunted in pain as another feeling wormed out, just to be hugged by the waist with one hand and other on his hair, pulling it. Like this, the smaller blond could whisper in his hear and damn it, he was stronger than given credit.
- Let's not kid about, all right? The "tattoo" is our contract seal, git. It's half hidden and half in sight just so you won't forget the promise. I can control it; you know?
He looked, liking what he saw; flushing pink cheeks, labored breath and shivers. He was getting under the other's skin.
- Of course you know, you're feeling it right now. It's also sensitive to my desire and, bloody hell, I waited all this time for you to arrive. That phone call left me... pondering my options. You know how it is, right? You came here, right after getting home, to resolve this thing.
Green eyes traced down to it's target, locking onto it. Even after all this time, it stood up proud, the testimony of what was going on.
- So you're fucking saying it's all your fault and you want me to believe it? And to believe you're responsible for Mattie's health improvement?
He felt super embarrassed as Arthur kept staring at THAT.
- Could you please stop it? I... I don't like-
But he wasn't able to finish, a kiss kept his mouth shut. Inside his mind the other spoke how infuriating it was that he was so insensitive with the moment, cursing a little, as he always did. Out of breath his eyes were unfocused.
- We can talk all the bloody shit you want to later, now I need to feed a little.
Even though Arthur didn't feed regularly, helping Matthew left him exhausted and, after having made up his mind to hunt down Alfred, his need was never sated.
He didn't know how, but Alfred felt himself getting up to the bed.
- To... feed?
- Little details, relax and leave everything to me. I won't hurt you and you'll like it, believe me.
Alfred wanted to hate it but couldn't.
The other was stripping and all he could think was: "Where's the "big brother" shit now Artie? So I wasn't the only one..." He was annoyed, he didn't like to be played with. Sure, he always found those green eyes appealing, he would never admit it, but even those big eyebrows always looked funny and cute on the smaller. He also always tried so hard but his food turned horrible all the same, he loved to pick on him because of it.
Yes, he liked him and he knew it, but: "What's going on?" Without knowing for sure what was going on, he hugged the figure moving near him and got to work. If things were like this, at least he wasn't going to let himself be the one getting screwed, heroes don't get done, well, not like it would mean anything now.
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A/N: My lovely beta corrected some more mistakes, I'm learning a lot! I got 2 more chapters and that's it, I had a lot of fun writing it!
