Matthew watched, barely breathing, as Alfred continued to grin as he moved to turn on the bedside lamp. Through squinted eyes, Matthew could see that Alfred was no less intimidating by lamplight than in the dark; his eyes were hooded, and were a darker blue than his normal, twinkling sky blue ones. His body was tense and bent slightly forward, as though it had a sense of barely restrained power.
He pressed back against the headboard as the American leaned even more towards him. "Alfred...how did you find me?"
Alfred, who still had not lost his smile, just reached out to caress his dog tags around Matthew's neck, looking up into his eyes. He let a moment pass before chuckling.
"I should really go into acting. I could win awards for these performances."
"What do you mean?"
In a matter of seconds his entire demeanour changed, the look in his eyes became softer and the voice he used was almost scary in its likeness to Matthew's.
" 'Oh, I'm so sorry, but I locked myself out of my room! My key is still in there, can you help me?' "
Matthew gasped quietly, his eyes widening. Now no one would suspect foul play if they thought it was only him in the room...
"Oh Mattie, I missed you so much. I was lost while you were gone...you gave me such a scare..."
Alfred moved onto the bed, rubbing his face against the curve of Matthew's neck, decorating the skin with love bites. It had been too long since he marked his claim on the delicious flesh before him. Matthew tried to move back in an attempt to avoid his attentions, but of course, Alfred was all over him.
"I'm so proud of you, leaving that man. You knew not to make me jealous, good boy. Are you ready to go home now, Mattie? This is not my ideal vacation spot..."
Matthew remained immobile for a moment, while his mind was swimming with ideas. Like an explosion, an idea formed and expanded, leaving him shaking from the hope of it working. He looked at Alfred for a moment with a soft smile.
"I would love to go home soon, Alfred."
"Mmm, that's what I like to hear. Now come on, give me a little affection for having to cross the ocean to get to you."
He slapped Matthew's thigh, prompting him to open his legs for the dominant male. The moment Matthew did, he moved between them, pressing against the Canadian and grinding down against his groin. Alfred reached to Matthew's face and removed his glasses, as well as his own, and set them down on the table.
"Oh Mattie..." he whispered by his ear, kissing the side of his face between pants. "Tell me how good it feels...tell me."
"...it feels great, Al. Please, I need you..."
Alfred shuddered against Matthew, thrilled to hear those words again after so long, but he needed more.
"Tell me, Mattie."
"I love you, Al." Matthew bucked up against him, trying to cause more friction between the both of them. He ran his fingers through Alfred's soft hair, bringing him closer to brush his lips against the other's, as well as dart his tongue out.
"Fuck, Mattie. I love you too!" Alfred cried out and smashed his lips against Matthew, kissing him deeply.
They kissed for awhile, their breaths mingling together as they panted into each other's mouth. Alfred drew back to remove his shirt before ordering Matthew to turn onto his hands and knees for him. With hesitation, Matthew did and stared back warily to Alfred, his body shaking. All he was given in return was a smirk as he slid a few fingers deep inside, trying to prepare him. He didn't do it for long, the need to be inside of Matthew was much too strong- leading him to coat his erection with some spit in hopes of easing the way. He pressed himself against Matthew and entered slowly, knowing it would be even more painful for him otherwise.
He cried out as he felt the intrusion, arching his back and trying to pull away from Alfred with a higher pitched moan. Matthew felt his head rise up, and he realized that Alfred was still thrusting into him as one hand covered his mouth.
"Ah ah ah, you don't want to alert the whole building, now do you?"
A shake of the head.
"That's a good boy. Now, touch yourself."
Matthew reached down tentatively, starting off in a slow rhythm before speeding up to match the thrusts that jarred his body. His moans were muffled against the warm, clammy hand, and he found himself reaching up with his free hand to support himself with the headboard.
"That's it, Mattie...that's it baby...just a little more. Little more..." his hot breath filled his ear, as well as pervaded his mind ever so sweetly, that Matthew couldn't help but comply.
Matthew sat up gingerly, his entire body aching as he moved to look down at the man beside him. Alfred slept soundly, his hair falling back, leaving his face bare and open for inspection. Matthew traced a finger down his cheek softly, almost in forgiveness before moving off of the bed to retrieve a shirt. He walked to his suitcase and withdrew a long shirt- the kind that was perfect for tying into a knot.
He didn't want to have to do this, but it was the only option left to him. He had to restrain Alfred until Arthur came. Assuming that he took an airplane shortly after Matthew called, it should be another five or more hours until Arthur landed, leaving him to try and stall for time. He had called Arthur once more, telling him what hotel he was staying in, and how to find him.
Taking a deep breath, Matthew steeled himself for what he had to do. He hoped that appearing willing last night lulled Alfred into a sense of comfort once more, allowing him this one golden opportunity. Matthew just turned around before everything went black.
"Mattie! Mattie, come play with me!" the small figure of a boy waved over to Matthew, gesturing for him to join.
Matthew looked up to see Alfred giggle and jump around in the park that they went to for the day. Matthew chose to sit in a large horizontal tube to read a book, while Alfred flew all over the playground, jumping from one play structure to another. He tried to get Matthew to join him a few time before, but the book was much too interesting to put down.
At that age, Alfred was even worse for wanting to get his way, so he trudged over to the tube Matthew was curled into and crawled inside, laying down beside the boy.
"What'cha readin'?"
Matthew just pointed to the cover of "The English Patient" as he continued to read. This bothered Alfred, that a stupid little book had more attention than him, so he ripped it out of Matthew's hands and held it away.
"Hey! A-Alfred, give it back!"
"Nope!"
"Please, Alfred! Please, don't do anything to it!"
Alfred looked to the pleading face, and in that moment found him to look especially beautiful like that. His violet eyes shining at him with a scared, worried glisten to them, his teeth gently biting his bottom lip...Alfred could feel his face flushing in the cool autumn hair.
He smirked to Matthew, leaning forward slightly. "I won't, but for a price."
"What do you want?"
Alfred's grin became cat-like as he whispered to him, "a kiss."
Matthew's face scrunched up, distaste written all over it, which caused Alfred to feel slightly hurt and offended. He moved slowly and deliberately to show Matthew he was about to rip at the book, when Matthew reached out and stopped him.
"Okay! Okay...a small one, then give it back, alright?"
His head nodded vigorously, the little cowlick bobbing wildly. Matthew swallowed, his mouth dry as he leaned forward, his eyes closing as he neared the other boy. Alfred kept his eyes open for the most part, enjoying the sight of those ashen lashes drifting shut, unfortunately hiding his amethyst eyes from him. He lifted a hand to hold Matthew's face, and his thumb traced the smooth skin, making him marvel over how soft he was and the freshness of his scent. It was invigorating.
Their heads inched closer, until their lips brushed against one another, pressing together lightly. Alfred couldn't help but give out a small sigh from how perfect this moment felt for him. He was just about to try and press for more, when the book in his hand was snatched from him.
Matthew pulled away and rolled to his other side, facing to other direction than where Alfred was. He curled in on himself and continued where he left off as he left Alfred to sit there confused.
"Mattie..." he shook his shoulder gently at first, but became more vigorous in his shaking when no response was given.
"Mattie..."
"Mattie."
"Mattie!"
Matthew blinked his eyes open, the voice that was calling to him, and the hand that was shaking him definitely did not belong to that of a child. He was on his side, and when he tried to sit up, his hands flew to his head as he tried to fight the feeling of nausea.
He looked around the room, and found Alfred kneeling beside him, a tender expression on his face as he brushed the hair from his face. "You okay, Mattie? Do you have a headache again?"
A lump formed in the back of his throat, making it hard to swallow as he stared up at the man's face. His plan failed, and now he had no idea where he was, or how Alfred managed to get them here.
Alfred moved forward, supporting Matthew as he sat up, and held him against his chest. "Guess what, Mattie. There's someone I would like to show you."
He kissed the corner of his mouth before getting up, walking over to the other side of a large room- resembling that of a room was dark, and he couldn't see the other side of the room- the only light was around Matthew.
When he flipped a light switch, suddenly a man was illuminated across the room-his shoulders, wrists, and ankles tied to a large column.
"Lars!"
Alfred walked over to the man, laughing cheerfully as he slapped him across the face.
"Rise and shine!"
"Alfred, what are you doing? Stop!"
Matthew struggled to get to his knees, his head still a little light as he stood on weak legs. He made to move forward when Alfred pulled out a knife, the silver glinting in the light.
"Ah, ah, ah! I don't think so, Mattie. You can come as close as there," he gestured to a few feet in front of him. It was enough to see everything, but not close enough to try anything.
Lars moved his head slowly from side to side, pain and confusion written all over his face.
"Matt? What's going on?"
"Think, genius!" Alfred chimed in, his voice a slight growl.
This caused Lars to look over to Alfred, eyes moving over his disturbingly calm face, down to his gloved hands grasping a large knife.
"Alfred...don't-"
In one graceful movement, Alfred made a wide sweep of his hand, cutting the man's chest- although the wound was superficial and nothing to be overly concerned about. This caused Matthew to cry out and had it not been for the shine reflected off of the knife Alfred held, he would have lunged forward to stop him.
"Alfred, please! We didn't do anything!"
"Right! And that makes me very happy, Matthew, but we can't have Lars go and blabber about this to everyone else, can we?" Alfred cooed out, twirling the knife in his hand as he watched Lars breathe heavily, eyes wide in fear.
"I-I won't tell a soul, Alfred. Please...don't do this..."
"Al, please...I'll do anything."
"You said that before," his bored voice sang out, looking at Matthew in doubt. "Last time I trusted you, you ran away from me. How do you think that made me feel? And then last night- I don't know if you were trying to be kinky, or..."
He made another swipe of the knife, digging a little deeper this time.
"How about we match that scar on your forehead there, Lars-y boy?" Alfred cackled, continuing to made varying deep cuts on his skin, not yet making a move to stab him.
Matthew felt a bubble of anger rise up in his chest as he watched Alfred lose himself in his attacks. He couldn't let this continue, he couldn't, and he had to act fast. It was in his favour that Alfred was too confident in his thoughts about him.
As Alfred faced Lars, Matthew moved quickly and silently, grabbing his jacket and throwing him to the ground. Alfred hit the floor with a loud slap, his head bouncing slightly from contact, and his arms out from his body. The Canadian rushed and grabbed the knife from him, punching Alfred as hard as he could across the jaw before running to cut the bound man free.
Once Lars was able to use his hands, Matthew gave him the knife and went back to Alfred. He straddled his body, and curled his hands around his neck, his thumbs and nails digging into the skin. Alfred's face contorted, but he made a feeble attempt to pull his hands away. Whether it was from the contact his head made with the ground, or from his own reasons, Matthew was not sure.
He continued to strangle the man, his own face a mask of anger. "You selfish, fucking poor-excuse of a man! You know nothing of compassion or love- you are just an obsessive fucking monster. I should kill you for what you've done! First to me, all my life, and now bringing Lars into this!"
Alfred looked up to him with a tortured expression, his hands slowly moving up Matthew's torso in a loving caress. This caused Matthew to look at his hands around his neck, and let go in disgust.
"You will never learn, will you?" he asked in a cold voice, his eyes glaring down to his tormentor.
With a small smile, Alfred shook his head slowly, never once taking his eyes away from the man above him, which infuriated Matthew. He pulled back and punched Alfred once more before standing and covering his face with a sigh. Lars had watched the whole display with a stoic expression, not moving to Alfred's aid, nor stopping Matthew. He had the ropes in his hands, and when Matthew left the bruising man, he bound his wrists tightly.
"I'm going to go find a phone and call the police. You watch him," Lars patted Matthew's shoulder, leaving him with the American. Matthew just stared down at Alfred, the two having a stare off as Lars went to call.
Matthew and Arthur had met up a few hours later, and they discussed what was to become of Alfred, settling on him being admitted to a hospital of psychiatric treatment.
When asked how he felt, Matthew looked off to the side and refused to answer the question. Deep down, he couldn't help but feel a little conflicted. What feeling did prevail however, was a sense of relief. He was finally free of Alfred while he was locked away. He didn't want Alfred to suffer or go to prison, he just wanted him to get better. And then maybe they could lead a normal life and forget all this ever happened.
It was months before Matthew brought up the courage to visit Alfred in there. He didn't want to, but by then the anger had subsided, along with most of his fear. He found Alfred sitting alone by a window in his room, staring bleakly out to the trees. The doctors told Matthew that he was doing well, and that there was a significant improvement with his mental stability, which made his visit a form of test to see just how much of an improvement.
Matthew cleared his throat, bringing the lone man's sky blue eyes towards him. They widened when they fell on him, unbelieving that Matthew was actually there.
"Mattie...? Is that really you?"
The Canadian just nodded his head and walked into the room slowly, looking at Alfred the entire time. He saw how his body shook in anticipation, hands clenched into a fist on the arms of his chair and his body rose slightly.
"Mattie..."
He stopped when he stood before the chair, looking down at Alfred without any expression- just staring at him. His hand slowly reached up, grasping the tag, and in one hard tug, he ripped it from his neck. He deliberately dropped it into the man's lap, watching as tears formed into his eyes. Alfred felt as though it was his heart that Matthew just broke instead as he looked at the necklace.
In a soft, shuddering voice that was raw from being unused as well as unshed tears, he called up to Matthew. "I just wanted you to love me." He looked up, tears now pouring from his eyes as he started to sob. "I wanted you to love me as much as I loved you. That's- that's all I wanted."
Matthew took a deep breath, watching the tears fall for a few moments more before turning to walk back to the door.
"Mattie...Mattie, wait! Please...stop!"
He did stop, his hand on the door knob and his body slightly bent. Matthew turned to look over his shoulder, staring Alfred down, his violet eyes brimming with tears. Alfred's heart stuttered when he was unable to identify if the look he was given was one of pity, or hatred.
"You need to realize you can't make people love you," Matthew whispered turning the knob and leaving his room.
The sounds of sobbing followed him all the way to the elevator doors.
Matthew tried to reassure himself that this was best for him, that it didn't kill him inside whenever he thought of Alfred. He thought of how happy he was now that Alfred was out of his life.
So why did his tears continue to fall?
A/N: Now this is the end! To me, version A is the real ending for Unrequited, but I thought to add alternate endings in case some didn't like it. I hope you liked my story, I know I had a fun time writing it (psycho!Alfred is way too much fun and this is not the last you will see of him from me!). Thank you to everyone who reviewed! My goodness, they filled me with such joy, I cannot even bring across how happy I am reading them. Thank you again, so, so much!
Also, doth my eyes deceive me? A sequel to version A? Hmmmm~
Aeternum vale: Farewell forever
P.S: Four points for Jane, you go Jane! :P (review on ch.5 lol)
