Chapter 7

Well, I think I am sticking to my resolution quite well, to upload a chapter every 2 weeks. :D
Hopefully I actually am uploading this in time, because then I have to work on The Black Marker. :P
I really don't have much to say. I hurt my thumb, I'm writing a (not a fan fiction) lovecraftian-styled horror story. Not much has happened. I am currently drawing this story's first comic strip! :D it'll feature a scene from this chapter, so I'll post a link to it on the end of this chapter!
Hmm… I'm contemplating whether or not I should put a lemon chapter in here… I think I'll do that for a later chapter. Even though this is the Valentine's Day chapter, I don't think it would be right considering Alfred's age… XD
SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG! (By the way my N key is malfunctioning, so if there is a missing N in any words, tell me. XD)
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Valentine's Day…

Arthur awoke that morning at around eleven. As he slowly sat up, rubbing the crust out of his tired eyes, he smelled something from downstairs. The smell of pancakes, syrup, and he swore he smelled tea. He pulled the covers off his legs, found his slippers, and headed downstairs to see what he believed to be the unusual cooking of Ellen.

Still rubbing his eyes, unable to get the crust out, he asked Ellen, "Hey Ellen, could you find the eye drops for me? They are very irritated, which would not be a good start to my morning…" He heard the sound of a spatula being put down, and the sound of a cupboard drawer opening and closing. Suddenly, he heard the happy voice of Alfred.

"Here ya go!"

He quickly put in the eye drops, the first time missing his left eye, and waited for his vision to come into focus. He saw the face of a smiling and dirty Alfred, and behind him, a stove with what seemed to be pancakes on it. "I never knew you knew how to cook. Whoever taught you that?"

"Ellen did! She's really nice! Antonio was nice enough to clean up the mess that I made, while Ellen helped me clean up myself! This time I didn't make such a mess though! Haha!" He ran back over to the stove, and picked up the spatula once more. He flipped over the half solid, half liquid substance on the frying pan, which released the smell of a buttery and delicious breakfast food. Arthur can't remember the last time he had pancakes. All he knew was that it was Matthew that had made them. "So do ya want any Syrup o your pancakes, Artie?"

"I think I can do that part myself, love."

"But Artie, It's Valentine's day!" Alfred took the pancakes off of the pan, and onto a plate, "I need to treat you like my Prince, DUH!" He placed the plate in front of Arthur, and then grabbed the syrup, "Tell me when to stop." He squeezed the bottle out over the pancakes, to which Arthur watched as Alfred seemed to be drawing a picture with the syrup, even though Arthur knew he wasn't.

"Stop. That's enough."

"I think it needs a little more!"

"If pancakes could breathe, these ones would be drowning. It's perfect, love." Arthur patted his head.

"You can't say that yet! You have ta try them first!" Alfred pouted, and Arthur chuckled at the gesture.

"Alright, Alright. Thank you for making these for me, love." He leaned down, and kissed his forehead. He turned back to the pancakes, and pierced them with his for, cutting them with a knife. He took his time in doing so, and regretted taking so long to taste the heavenly breakfast. The pancakes practically melted in his mouth, and they tasted ten times better than Matthew's. "Oh my goodness… Alfred, these are magnificent!"

"Yeah they are! Matthew taught me how to make them, and then I experimented a little bit! Are mine better than his?" Alfred looked very eagerly at Arthur, who couldn't stop shoveling pancakes into his mouth. Once he found a satisfying point to stop, he answered Alfred.

"Most definitely! These are so… I can't even find a word for it, love. You did a great job with them!" As he put another pancake into his mouth, he tried to think why Alfred would be doing all of this for him. After a long pause and a pancake hanging out of his mouth, he swallowed it, and asked Alfred, "Why are you doing all of this for me?"

"I just told you, silly! IT'S VALENTINE'S DAY! DUH!" He hugged Arthur, and Alfred laughed. Arthur smiled, and hugged him back.

He forgot. He had that seizure yesterday, and just came home very early this morning. He forgot all about Valentine's Day! "Oh… Well, if you would allow me to excuse myself, I have something that has to be done very quickly, okay love?" Alfred nodded, took Arthur's plate, and Arthur headed upstairs to his room, getting dressed quickly.

He needed to do something for Alfred. He couldn't be the only one being treated like a prince on Valentine's Day! Alfred loves holidays, so Arthur really didn't want to upset him. He ran down the stairs, buttoning his shirt, and grabbing a jacket.

He threw on his shoes, yelling to Alfred that he would be back soon.

"Where are you going?" but before he got his answer, Arthur was out the door, hopping in the car. Alfred was left standing there, unsure of what to do.

At A Random Mall…

(Arthur's POV)

This is hopeless… I'll never find anything to give to Alfred. I feel as if though I should DO something for the boy instead of give him something. Giving him something would be more for a birthday, if anything.

I walked around that incredibly huge mall for over an hour. I had no idea where I was at that point and actually had to ask someone where the exit was. They really should consider putting arrows or signs up leading to the exit, especially when there is only one directory in the entire mall. I couldn't even find that!

Once I had exited, I decided it was high time to head on home, and just search the internet for something Alfred and I could do together. I thought about it the entire ride home, and was at a loss of what I could do. I turned left at the appropriate street, seeing a billboard in the distance. I've seen it many times, but it had something different on it this time.

'Now featuring Muse, 30 Seconds to Mars, and Chameleon Circuit!' It appeared to be a billboard for a concert.

A concert… That's perfect!

I drove home very quickly, just narrowly escaping a ticket because the police officer was a female, and she found my accent to be 'cute'. I climbed out of the car, hitting my head on the ceiling, and ran inside. I took my shoes off and was greeted by Alfred, who hugged me and cheered.

"Yay! Your home! I missed you!" He began to hop up and down, "Where did you go?"

"Oh, nowhere in particular. I had to drop off a package at the post office. And I'm sorry about this, love, but could you excuse me for just a few more minutes? I promise you will thank me later for this." I always hated lying to Alfred, but I didn't want to see him upset either. Running upstairs to my room, as well as locking the door, I hopped into the chair in front of my computer and began to search for a place that had tickets available. I managed, after about ten minutes, to buy us tickets. I quick, took out my cell phone, and called Matthew. "Hello, Matthew. I need you to do me a favor. I just bought concert tickets for Alfred and I, and I need you to pick them up, and bring them to me. I can't let Alfred know until tonight, so could you meet me at the back door? Really? Thank you very much Matthew. I owe you for this. Give them the name Arthur Kirkland."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, "Artie? Hey Artie! Can I go out back and shoot my gun? I wanna practice on the target! Can you come watch? Please?" He extended the middle part as if he was begging, and I couldn't resist that.

(3rd Person POV)

Arthur hung up his cellphone, unlocked the door, and opened it. "Well, let's get going!" The two proceeded down the stairs, and to the hallway closet, to where Alfred stored his gun. There were many closets, all of which were practically filled to the brim. Arthur followed Alfred outside, trying to keep up with the young boy who was practically running out the door. He didn't shoot the gun often, for he needed supervision, and Arthur had been a bit busy with his modeling career and Ellen and Antonio were busy with their jobs.

"Are you ready to watch Artie! Even with the little practice I have been getting, I'm really good at shooting the target! Just watch!" Alfred raised the gun, slowly and surely aiming at the center of the target. With a quick pull of the trigger, a bang was heard, and a hole appeared in the target that was meant for archers. Arthur had a few left over from when he shot, so he let Alfred use them. "DID YOU SEE THAT? That was a nine! That was SO CLOSE to a 10!"

"I saw that Alfred. That was a very good shot! Do you think you could do that in battle?"

"Heck no! That would be too hard for me right now! I eventually might be able to do something like that though!" Alfred laughed a bit, and Arthur smiled. This was an automatic reaction of Arthur now, but he couldn't help it! Alfred was just so damn cute!

Even though he had been staring at Alfred, he didn't realize he had walked over until he felt the barrel of the gun in his hand, and Alfred was clipping the holster around his waist, practically pulling him into a hug. "What are you doing? This is your time to practice."

"I wanna see you shoot, duh! I bet I'm better than you!" Arthur loved challenges, and almost always won them, except against his French rival, Francis. Those two were always tied, no matter what.

"I haven't shot a gun in a long time, but since I just quit archery not too long ago, I bet I still have pretty good aim." He walked over to the point at which he felt comfortable, about thirty meters from the target. This was a typical length for an archer to shoot at if they were using a bow with 30+ pounds. Arthur loaded the gun and all that jazz, slowly aimed it, and hesitantly pulled the trigger. Surprisingly, he shot in the 10x ring (the very center ring of the target).

Alfred was amazed at the accuracy of Arthur's shot, "WOAH! Artie! That was SO COOL!" Alfred came over and hugged him, burying his head into Arthur's neck, "Do you think you could do it again?"

"He probably could, if he didn't have to talk to me first," It was Matthew. He had a small box in his hands, beckoning Arthur over. Arthur, taking the holster off and handing Alfred the gun, walked over to greet Matthew. He looked at the box strangely, and Matthew explained, "This is so that way Alfred would have no idea that there are concert tickets in here. Pretty smart, eh?"

"I really appreciate this, Matthew. How about you stay for tea? Alfred's just practicing shooting."

He shook his head, "I really can't. I have to get home to fill out some paperwork for a new model that we have coming in. What's his name? Gilbert? Yeah, that's it! He's pretty good looking, but could never replace you, my dear friend." Arthur thanked him, and he continued, "Now go have fun with Alfred, I have to work. See you later, eh?" With that, he ran off to his car, and drove away.

A set of arms snaked their way around Arthur's waist, and he felt Alfred's warm little body up against his coat. It was a particularly warm February day out, so their coats were light, Arthur's being very form-fitting. "U-um… Alfred, darling, what are y-you doing?" Arthur was blushing like a tomato, and could feel the electricity running down his spine.

"He said to have fun right?" Alfred, being stronger than Arthur and only at the age of thirteen, spun him around and grabbed the tie he was wearing, pulling him down closer to his face, "Then let's have some fun." Arthur was pulled into a warm kiss, and he almost dropped the box he was holding. He pulled away, not wanting to do this outside, or with a box in his hands.

"Let's go inside for this. I need to put this box down anyway." Alfred pouted a bit, but followed him. He knew Arthur never went back on his word. As soon as Arthur put down the box, he was dragged up the stairs, and into Alfred's room. Alfred closed the door behind Arthur, after putting a sock on the doorknob. He had received a "do not disturb" card for this, but he preferred the sock and just hung the sign on his wall.

Alfred quickly walked over to Arthur, with fire in his eyes, and said, "Let's make this a Valentine's Day to remember," and with that, he kissed Arthur, who was sitting on Alfred's bed. He forced Arthur down, due to the fact that he was climbing on top of him. Arthur was not much bigger than Alfred, so Alfred wasn't awkwardly straddling him. They both moved more towards the center of the bed, eventually straightening themselves out a bit.

The kiss became more intense, their tongues dancing quicker, breathes becoming more chopped up, and Alfred had already begun to take Arthur's shirt off. He slowly unbuttoned it, all while Arthur ran his hands up and down the young boy's sides, making him shiver. He deepened the kiss, as Arthur slid his shirt off, tossing it to the floor. Arthur ran his hands through Alfred's hair and Alfred caressed his neck, making him sigh into the kiss.

Arthur had to stop kissing Alfred unfortunately to take his shirt off, because it had no buttons on it; Just a typical t-shirt. Once that was out of the way, the two had both of their bare chests exposed, and Alfred quickly began to kiss it. He trailed from the nape of his neck to his left nipple, teasing Arthur a bit by playing with it with his tongue. It grew hard, but that wasn't the only thing that began to get harder.

"Already, Artie?" Alfred loved to tease him like this, but Arthur always ended up getting his revenge. He attempted to flip them over, but Alfred wouldn't allow it. Arthur quickly grabbed the area of Alfred's jeans where his mini-Alfred was located, making him weak long enough to flip them over. Because of this, Alfred was aroused as well.

"Already, Alfred?" Arthur said in a mocking tone.

About an hour later…

"Hey Alfred? Do you like the bands Muse, 30 Seconds to Mars, and Chameleon Circuit?" Arthur and Alfred were lying side by side on Alfred's bed, just cuddling. Alfred's head was resting on top of Arthur's arm, and when he looked up, the sun was shining through the window, illuminating Arthur's perfect complexion.

"Yeah! Especially Chameleon Circuit! They ROCK!" Alfred immediately regained his energy, sitting up and pretending to play a guitar. "Exterminate, Regenerate!" He began to sing the chorus of the song, Exterminate, Regenerate, as he strummed away. Arthur sat up, watching him with a smile on his face.

"Well, for Valentine's Day, I brought us tickets to go and see a concert. Would you like that?" Alfred's jaw practically hit the floor.

"No…WAY! ARTIE YOU'RE THE BEST! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU SCORED TICKETS TO THEIR CONCERT! Dude! You are the BEST!" Alfred tackled hugged Arthur, and Arthur scowled.

"Hey! Could we put some clothes on before you attack me?"

Alfred frowned, "Sorry…" Alfred then sat up, and Arthur did the same. To apologize, Alfred kissed Arthur's check, to which the older of the two began to blush as red as a rose, "I'll go get you clothes, love." He smiled, and got off the bed, fetching the variously scattered clothes. Arthur was just blushing and staring out of the window, looking to the sky.

Mom? Is this wrong? For me to love someone so young, so much? I don't think it is… You always told me age doesn't matter… Dad was six years older than you, and you two loved each other… So this is okay, right?

"Hey, Arthur! Where did your other sock go?" Arthur looked around, and didn't see it. He thought he took it off, but then he looked down at his feet and saw that he was still wearing it.

He looked over at Alfred, who had already put his pants and socks on. He had the most innocent and happy look on his face, and it made Arthur tear up a bit. I'm such an old man… Alfred gave him his clothes, and Arthur put his clothes on. Alfred was putting his shirt back on, Arthur being almost completely dressed, and he turned around to see Arthur crying a little bit.

"Hey…Artie…" Alfred worried, walked over, "Hey Artie, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Alfred sat down next to Arthur, putting his hand on his shoulder, "Whatever it is-" He was cut off with the sudden embrace of the hug Arthur was giving him.

Alfred felt the warmth and love emanating from the crying figure that held him ever so tightly. He didn't react for a second, but quickly returned the hug, rocking back and forth. He didn't know why, or what happened, but he was glad that he could be there for Arthur. Suddenly, Arthur spoke. It was a mumble, but Alfred could just barely make out what he said, "Thank you, Alfred. I love you… so much."

Arthur pulled away from the hug, wiping his nose. He sniffled, and the snickered. Alfred was thoroughly confused by his behavior. "Is a side effect of epilepsy bi-polar disorder?" Arthur looked up, and smiled again.

"No, love, it's not. I'm laughing because I'm acting like a child, to a child."

"Yeah, but the child is willing to take care of you if he has to. He loves you." They looked at each other, smiling, "I may not be your parents, and technically you aren't mine, so we can always take care of each other. We're a couple, and that's what couples do!" Alfred smiled; this one was a bit different though. It was comforting, yet it showed a hint of sadness and sympathy in his eyes. Arthur and Alfred hugged once more, and then kissed for a bit, before lying down on Alfred's bed, and falling asleep before the concert.

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Okay! I am TRYING to update every 2 weeks! I really wish I could update as often as Skythewolfdog9, but it's practically IMPOSSIBLE for me to write that much. Well, more like IMPROBABLE but you get the point.
Anyway, I'm sorry for the short chapters! I have mid-terms coming up, so I need to study, as well as the fact that I have a SUPER IMPORTANT exam on Saturday. It's an exam to get into a new high school, and I really want to go there. The junior high school I am currently in is just a regular school (even though it provides a great education), but the one that I WANT to get into is more concentrated in the fields of science and math. It provides both an extra math AND science course during the day, and they are very hands-on with things. I've always LOVED math and Science is good too, so getting into this school is very important to me. If you could wish my luck, I would REALLY appreciate that.

Plus, After something REALLY BIG AND WORRYING, I tend to get an urge to work very hard. (cough) WILL WRITE IF I GET MOTIVATION (cough) ;)
OHHH! I do have basically the LEMON part of this typed, And I will upload it in a COMPLETELY NEW STORY! I am going to have a "Story" which is basically just a collection of things that I didn't want to put in my other stories. Like Lemon chapters. They are optional. XD

Well, I need to sleep! If you see any mistakes, please point them out!

All three of the above bands are real. Chameleon Circuit and I THINK Muse are both British bands, and 30 Seconds to Mars is just awesome. I'll be writing the next chapter of this AFTER the Black Marker's next chapter! :D

ALEX OUT! (Passes out on bed)