Last Chapter: Alfred sat up, pulling the lithe body to his. "I'm going to make you see, Mattie. You are my every hope and dream and fantasy. I hope we'll stay together forever."

Matthew looked down at his ring. "Do you...promise?" he asked, messing with the ring. Alfred brought his hand up and kissed it twice, on the knuckles. "I promise."

Matthew hugged him around the neck and Alfred laid back down, resting Matthew on top of him. "Goodnight Mattie."

Matthew yawned. "Night, Al."

Francis smiled from the doorway. Alfred was the right guy for his son, definitely.

Chapter Four: Tired of Faking It

Matthew woke up to the sun shining through the light red curtains drawn halfway across his window. He tried to reach across to his nightstand to find his glasses, but something was wrapped around his waist. He reached down to remove the twisted blanket, but squeaked when he grabbed an arm. Looking around, Mattie realized Alfred was holding securely onto his waist...and he felt safe.

Alfred was not ready to get up yet, obviously, so Matthew just settled back down and turned so he was facing his boyfriend. Placing both hands on the superman shirt, he held it loosely in his hand like a child would. Then he buried his head in Alfred's chest, snuggling into it.

When Alfred woke up an hour after Matthew, he was also disoriented. But as soon as he looked down into the curly blonde hair and felt the hands clutching his shirt, his heart melted. Their legs were entangled, and Mattie's even breathing calmed him almost instantly. Removing one arm from around the skinny waist, he brushed the hair away from Matthew's face. Purple eyes opened sleepily and Alfred placed a chaste kiss on his forehead. "Morning, love." he murmured with a yawn.

Matthew blushed a faint pink. "Goodmorning." he whispered shyly. They were so intimately curled up around each other that Matthew felt tears slide down his cheeks. Alfred tried to sit up, but Matthew grabbed onto his waist and wouldn't let him. "Mattie, why are you crying?"

"I'm so happy. I feel loved and wanted. I've never felt so good before." he explained, choking on his tears. Alfred hugged him to his chest and they laid under the covers for a few more minutes in silence, just breathing in each other's scent and enjoying the arms around them, whether or not they were strong or petite.

After a while, Alfred started nuzzling his boyfriend's neck, and Mattie giggled. "That tickles!" he squealed. Alfred chuckled. "We are going to see my dad today, right?"

"Oui. I am excited. He was very nice to me when I met him. He is...okay with you being gay?" Matthew asked nervously, gaining a bit of a french accent in anxiety. Alfred ran his hand through the petite blonde's hair. "You sound so sexy...and I'm not gay."

Mattie looked down at their twisted bodies in the sheets and back up at his boyfriend, eyebrows quirked. "This looks pretty gay, Alfred." he tried to joke. Alfred ran a finger down Mattie's spine. "I'm mattie-sexual. No girls has ever got me turned on like you, baby."

"Don't call me baby! That's embarassing!" Matthew tried to hide his face under the covers, as well as his blush. Alfred laughed and pulled him back up, pecking light kisses all over his face and neck. Matthew squeaked and fought him off half-heartedly. "Hey! When is your dad expecting you to be there?"

"Eh, he didn't say. But I get to chose your outfit!" Alfred jumped out of bed and into Mattie's closet. "Not the skirt!" Matthew yelled after him. Alfred groaned. "Please?" he poked his head out. "No!"

"But it'd be so sexy! Pleeeease!?" Alfred whined.

"No...maybe one day if we stay in all day I will." Matthew compromised. Alfred wiped the drool off his chin as he continued his search. Soon he came out, grinning evily. He pulled Mattie out of bed and thrust the clothes in his hands. "Oh Alfred...please no..." he begged uselessly. He had been handed black skinny jeans with horizontal cuts, and a blood on the dance floor t-shirt. Alfred started taking off Mattie's shirt and the small teen blushed and pulled it back down. "I can do it myself..." he mumbled, embarrassed.

"C'mon Mattie, baby. I want to dress you up like a doll." Alfred pouted. Matthew grew even more red and finally caved in meekly. "...okay..." he consented. "But one thing at a time! I won't be standing here in my underwear in front of you!"

Alfred pulled off Matthew's hello kitty shirt, and let the poor boy cover himself while adjusting the new shirt. "Lift your arms." he commanded, searching for the arm holes. After he found them, he looked back down at his boyfriend. Matthew hadn't moved his arms much, they were still covering his chest. Alfred rolled his eyes and gripped his wrists, tugging them upwards.

Matthew gasped and jerked back when he was exposed. His face was immediately beet red and he whined in the back of his threat. Alfred slipped the shirt over his head and frowned slightly at the fact that it was trying to slip off one shoulder and went down past his waistline. "They gave me the wrong size at the store and I was too shy to go get a different one. The guy in there creeped me out." he explained quietly.

"Oh, well you're never going to have that problem again. I will help you with your confidence. And there's no need to be embarassed about your body. You are gorgeous, more gorgeous than any person I've ever seen. I don't know how many times I'm going to have to tell you this, but I'll tell you as many times as I need to before you have it memorized. I will love you as long as I live. No matter what. I," he kissed his knuckle, next to the ring. "promise." he finished his vow.

Matthew wiped away the tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes and wrapped his arms around the man in front of him. "God, I love you, Alfred!"

Alfred moved down on his knees and began to slide off the shorts. Matthew went rigid, but clung onto Alfred all the same. When Matthew was standing there vulnerable in his underwear, Alfred grabbed the pants and set Matthew on the edge of the bed. he slowly, intimately, got his pants around his ankles. The he hauled the teen onto his feet and pulled up the jeans, taking a second to run his hand up and squeeze his butt.

"Alfred!" he exclaimed, jerking away and reaching down to zip and button his jeans. Alfred slapped his hand away and did it himself, smirking when he felt Matthew get unintentionally get a bit excited from the action. "I guess I'll just wear what my dad brought me. Haha, you don't get to pick it out!"

"You're the only one who likes dressing people!"

"You're the only one who likes being dressed!"

Matthew opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Alfred swooped in and french kissed him. He felt Matthew literally melt into his arms. When they seperated, they stared at each other for a minute before Matthew pouted. "So what if I do? That's good news for you, isn't it?"

"You just look so perfect, like a little doll that needs to be treasured and dressed and maybe their hair can be brushed as well?" he asked hopefully. Matthew sighed. "First you need to get dressed. It's uncomfortable to be dressed when you aren't."

Alfred grumbled, but got his clothes on while Matthew tried not to look. 'Ohmygawsh look at his amazing muscles! He is so handsome, what a nice-'

"Hey Mattie, do you have your brush yet?" Alfred inquired, a knowing smirk on his face. Mattie blushed. 'No way he could've known!' he thought to himself. But he returned to the search for his brush anyway. "Found it!" he yelled from under the bed, his rear end sticking out. Alfred walked over and pulled him out by his ankle and grabbed the brush from him.

Matthew sat in front of him and his hair was brushed neatly, out of his face. "Jeez Al, at this rate we'll never make it to your house."

"Oh shush. We'll make it there eventually. I'm not done dressing you up yet."

And this is where I'm stopping. Sorry it's shorter, I promise to have Arthur though, and their first day back at school in the next chapter. And also just btw I am not a directioner. That was just a coveniently used song in the last chapter. I am also not a belieber, or whatever that is.