He hated him. How could Allen have liked such a person? Such a bastard, with that sour face... He looked like he had a slice of lemon in his mouth all the time.

He growled under his breath, getting some glances on his way. And Allen knew that he liked him, probably almost every member of their household knew about it. His cousins and the other two reds knew it for sure, since Allen, Neah and Cross told each other everything, Cross told Sheryl and Sheryl to Tyki. Lulu had probably heard something, with her sneaking habits. Maa, Fii, Toraido and Mai were difficult to say, but they probably imagined something, the twins and Road probably knew nothing, and he was glad for it.

Shit. He had liked him before the brothers even switched sides. And he prayed no one ever found out about it or the Earl would be furious. But the elder Marian had always been eye-catching, he was always so goddamn gorgeous but the snide remarks that were his trademark, to both Noah and Exorcist made Wisely like him all the more.

And then, he had to just go and tell him that he was fucking the samurai. That was the definition of being an asshole.

He had felt so betrayed after having that truth blown right on his face. He would have gone and ripped the samurai's head off, but he knew the rules, and if he so much tried to harm an Exorcist out of a Ring Night, Neah would punish him in the bloodiest way he could think so, and he did not want that.

On Thursday he went for a walk before heading home, ignoring Maashima and Fiidora who were waiting for him outside his classroom. He went downtown, to his favourite coffee shop and brought an espresso. The shop was owned by an Italian and a Spaniard so the coffee was damn good, nothing like the shit Starbucks had, and even if he was British, he grew up in Portugal, which also had a strong tradition of coffee. How could they call that coffee was beyond his comprehension. He bought five three-chocolate cookies and a red-velvet cheesecake muffin. He also stopped by the library to borrow a couple of books for his assignment.

''Where were you?'' Sheryl asked when he saw him entering.

''Library.'' He replied, lifting the book so his cousin could see. He realised almost everyone was sitting in the common room, entertaining themselves with whatever they could do or working, like Cross and Maitora. It took him another minute to realise why everyone was so silent: Neah was playing an old song and Allen singing softly with him. His eyes scanned the room and he found a certain tanned Noah missing.

Without saying another word, he handed the muffin to his little sister, who beamed and kissed him on the cheek, and then went upstairs straight to the music room and opened the door. When Allen turned around and saw him his voice trailed off before finally stopping, and when he did, so did Neah before turning around too. Last one to look behind him was Tyki, who said nothing and went back to reading.

''I bought you cookies.'' The albino simply said with no greeting, showing Allen the slightly crumbled paper bag. He had learned a while ago that the best way to get Allen to listen to you, especially after an argument, was to offer him food.

''Ok.'' He stood up and whispered something to Neah's ear in their clan's tongue, to which the older only nodded and kissed his cheek. Allen followed him to his bedroom, sitting on the younger's bed and extending his hand to get his cookies. ''So, why did you get so mad at me the other day? It was so unlike you to punch me.''

Ouch. Straight to the point. He never bothered to make small chat before boarding a subject. ''I don't know.'' He simply said, sitting next to him.

''Bullshit.'' Marian told him, narrowing his eyes. ''If you have the nerve to lie to my face again like that, I'll shove my fist down your throat.'' Kamelot swallowed with a strange feeling of fear settling on his stomach: the reds were known for making their threats come true, after all. ''Well?''

He didn't answer, he couldn't answer. He sat there, in silence and staring at the one he considered his best friend, who was looking right back at him expectantly, one eyebrow raised and stern eyes. ''Well? You are the one who wanted to talk, right?''

''I know. I'm thinking.'' He simply said. ''Look I... I know what I got angry about, what I'm not so sure about is how you'll react to it. I shouldn't have hit you but I...'' He locked their gaze before continuing, deciding to just go straight to the point instead of beating around the subject. ''I like you. A lot. More than a friend, if you know what I mean. And I know you do.'' He finished, his eyes still locked to Allen's, but now they held nervousness in them.

''So you were just jealous?'' He laughed loudly, clutching his stomach. Wisely went silent and blushing, looking away. ''I can't believe this! You were jealous of BaKanda? That's so funny!'' And he fell back into his fit of laughter.

''That'd be enough, don't you think?'' He shoved him right on the floor, the laughter turning to giggles and those finally dying off, a smile the only thing left of it. He stood up and hauled the younger up, sneaking his arms around his waist. ''Al?''

''Shh...'' He shushed him, smirking. ''You know, for being someone who can read minds, you can be really thick, did you know that?''

''What?''

Allen chuckled before cupping his face and licked his lips. ''Seriously, have you really not realised that I never flirt with anyone?''

''You flirt with me with me all the time.'' Wisely deadpanned, confused at that. Half of their conversations were spent in flirting with one another.

''Exactly. I only flirt with you.'' He didn't give him time to process what he had just been told before kissing him on the lips.

Wisely was shocked at that but was quick to recover, his arms going up to wrap around the other's neck. He gasped softly when Allen pulled him against his chest, and the elder didn't waste time to stick his tongue in his mouth and ravish him.

''Hm!'' He moaned softly against him and tightened his hold around his neck. They kept kissing until Wisely had to break their lip-lock to take a deep breath. ''That...'' He trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say, for once.

''I know.'' The elder replied, licking his chin playfully.

Wisely didn't say anything, he just stayed there, in Allen's arms and moved to rest his forehead in his shoulder. That had been his first kiss. Yeah, sort of lame to have never been kissed when he was almost 20 but he would like to know someone who had had a first kiss as steamy as his.

''You do know that with BaKanda it was never about love, right?'' The redhead suddenly questioned him.

''It was not?'' He was surprised now: he had been convinced it had been, in the end, Kanda did seem to like him when they were together, even if he threatened to murder him every two or five minutes.

''Nah. He was a bitch, always complaining about everything. Ugh, it drove me crazy, but he was an easy, free fuck.'' He shrugged. ''And now that this is settled, how about we go downstairs? I'm starving!'' He had eaten the cookies already just after they fell on his hands, but of course, five cookies wouldn't satisfy his stomach at all.

''You always are.'' They were already by the door when he grabbed him by his left arm. ''Wait. Are we going to tell them?''

''Do you want to?'' He turned around and was looking at him intently. ''I mean, I don't particularly care if they know or not. Neah and Cross will know right away, though.''

''I would like to wait for the time being. God knows how Sheryl and Tyki can be.'' He grumbled. ''And... What are we, exactly?''

''Dating? I know we like each other and all but I really want to take you on a date sometime before we tell them.''

Wisely chuckled and took his hand. ''I hope you'll let me take you on a date, too.'' His eyes grew when he saw Marian's reaction. ''Are you... Are you blushing? Oh my! You are!'' He was the one laughing now. It was weird to see him like that, but it didn't exactly make him feel better.

''Shut up.''

''Hell no. Ah, you don't like it when someone laughs at you, huh?'' He walked up to him and smirked. ''So, want to tell me why you, of all people, are blushing at the prospect of being taken to a date?''

Allen scratched his arm, were the scar was, a gesture he usually did when he was embarrassed. Not that it happened on a daily basis, as a matter of fact, the albino was sure he had never witnessed him being embarrassed.

''I've never been taken to one.'' Allen confessed. ''I'm always the one doing the taking.''

''Well, I'll make sure to break that tradition of yours.'' He kissed his cheek. ''Now, weren't you hungry?''

''Yeah. Let's go.''

When they got downstairs everyone there turned to look at them but said nothing when they saw them joking around like always.

It was late at night when Sheryl went to their room, smiling when his boyfriend turned around to see him, tearing his eyes away from his phone.

''Are we ok?'' He asked, sitting on the bed next to his boyfriend who shuffled closer to peck him on the lips.

''Yeah. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I just... I don't like talking about this. B-but I did talk with my brother. It's not that like we had never talked about it, because we have, but it's something that I don't want you to know. Not yet.''

''Ok. I understand that. And I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you.'' He craddled his head and kissed the side of his head.

''It's fine. You like to push me around sometimes.'' He grinned before going back to his book on thermodynamics.

''So, what did you three do today?'' He asked him as he started stripping to get in his pyjamas. He didn't want to think about how much damage they could do all alone in the house.

''Nothing much. We trained a bit, Neah went downtown to buy groceries and Allen spent half the afternoon composing.'' He told him.

''Any bruises I should know about?'' He got into bed next to him and lay down, a small hand flying to his dark hair, stroking gently.

''No, don't worry. We practised magic, today, not hand-to-hand combat.'' He told him and left the book on his nightstand. ''What about your day?''

''Nothing much, really. Most interesting thing was watching Wisely trying not to blow the samurai's head. Seriously, the twins had to pull him out once.''

''Wow.'' It was easy to picture his brother or Neah like that, he had seen them like that more than once. Wisely? Not so much.

''But you saw them this evening. Do you think they made up? '' He asked as he too laid down next to his lover.

''Oh, they definitely made up.'' He grinned mysteriously and mischievously.

''What does that even mean?''

''Sorry, can't tell.'' He kissed his nose and settled on his chest. ''Sheryl?''

''Hm?''

''Tomorrow you don't have classes on the afternoon, right?'' The elder shook his head. ''Al and Neah said they'd be going to the Uni to practise on the piano and the others would be at class... How about we use it as an us-time?''

''Hmm...I like the sound of that.'' He chuckled and kissed him, nipping his lips before settling down once more and stroking the red hair softly. ''Love you dear.''

''Hm-mh. Same here.'' Cross voice came out sleepy, and it was soon after that his breathing evened out.

=p=

Wisely entered Allen's room, already clad in his pyjamas and got into the bed, on his side, and waited for the ginger to join him. He was nowhere to be seen in the room, so that probably meant he was in the kitchen eating something or talking with Neah. Or both.

He was already dozing off when he felt the bed dip next to him and a hand scratch him behind the ear. ''Where were you?''

''Out.'' He smiled and stood up to change his clothes for his night ones.

''Hm... Hurry up, it's cold in here.'' The albino said and rolled over to see him strip.

''Anything for my boyfriend, I guess.'' Allen replied as he crawled under the blankets and sighed before he too rolled and rested his forehead against Wisely's and kissed him on the lips.

''Boyfriend, hm? I don't think I have ever heard you use that word before.'' He teased as he moved closer and threw and arm around his waist.

''That's because I never had anyone to call that before.'' He replied and smiled, a hand trailing over grey skin. Kamelot said nothing, but the assassin could see and feel the faint blush tainting his cheeks. ''Good night, Wise.''

''Good night.''

The oldest of the two smiled in the dark, his good eye trailing over Wisely's face. He was so cute when sleeping. It was like all of his usual devilishness vanished when he was sleeping.

If he was true with himself, he didn't think he could get any more luck. He had never been one to fall in love, hell, for all he knew his reputation was worse than Cross, and that was saying something. He remembered the first time he had seen the albino.

-FLASHBACK.-

He, Neah and Sheryl had already been in the Uni for one year when Tyki, Maitora, Fiidora and Cross entered, and while the Noah did hold his curiosity, it wasn't until a few months later that he first saw Wisely, waiting for his cousins outside the campus, looking as bored as ever, playing at some dumb game at his phone, and when the two elder Kamelot went to his side, he only looked up before going back to his phone as he started to walk beside them. His eyes followed the white mob of hair down the street until it disappeared inside a car.

''Wisely Kamelot, the 5th disciple. His cousins are the two Kamelots.'' A voice said next to him as a file was passed to him. ''I think it's the first time I have seen you like this, Marian.''

''Seen me like what, Link?'' He turned around to look at the blond male. Talk about gorgeous. Too bad the German was already smitten with his childhood and best friend.

''As if you were actually considering him to be something more than just a one night stand.'' He just threw him a very sceptical look with a snort before he turned around, ready to jump from the terrace to the floor, where his brother was waiting for him. ''I'll leave it to you to inform your brother. And I think your cousin was looking for you.''

That brought the -at the time- albino to a halt. ''Why do you... How do you know everything that happens around me and about me?''

''That's why they sent me here, Marian. To keep an eye on you and your family.''

''It's always good to know Central worries so much about me.'' He grinned, placing a hand over his heart as if he were moved, before he jumped. ''Shall we go? I heard there is a certain someone that wants to see us.'' He told his brother. ''And here you have the file.''

''File? On who?''

''The Noah Sheryl and Tyki left with.''

''Other wise known as the Noah you were basically eye fucking?'' He glared at his younger brother, but he was so used to it he didn't even arch an eyebrow. ''Let's go find Neah.''

-END FLASHBACK.-

He sighed and cuddled his boyfriend closer to him, resting his chin on the top of his white hair. It took forever to actually accept he was in love with Wisely. Actually, it took Neah and Cross to pull him aside and basically scream it at him. Which, was also basically what they had done with Cross.

But things were so different between him and his brother. True, they both were known for being man-sluts in almost every city they had ever visited (Neah wasn't far behind, but he did not go on as many mission as them), but so was Sheryl.

However, Wisely was not. Everyone in the house knew that he had never had a boyfriend nor a girlfriend, he was pure, sexually speaking. And the main reason he did not make any move on him was because, just as he had told the Earl, he knew Wisely deserved better than him, but that did not stop him from confessing him when the albino did.

He sighed, he just hoped he wouldn't ruin it just like he knew both his relatives thought he would. The last thing he wanted was to hurt him. And facing the Earl was something he wanted to avoid too, he could be an assassin, one of the best, but the Earl was not a light a matter.

He pulled the blanket tighter around the albino and drifted of to sleep, too.

Tyki was almost in his room when he saw that the piano room had the lights on and, instead of going to sleep, he decided to go see whom of the two eldest in the house was in there. Or if it was both.

''Are you not going to sleep?'' He asked as he closed the door behind him.

''And you?'' Neah turned around, smiling as he told him to sit on the sofa with a sharp move of his head.

''I was. But I saw the light.'' The youngest answered as he took a seat. ''The song you were playing... Is it Allen's new piece?''

''This? No, no. He made this... About six or seven years ago.'' He turned around to face his unexpected late night visitor. ''Did you know he used to sing in the choir?''

''I think I heard something about it. I can't picture him, though.''

''He wasn't always like that, he used to laugh a lot when we were kids, but things got twisted with his parents and he became very sceptical of everyone except me, my parents and Cross. He wouldn't believe anyone and wouldn't obey at anyone but his grandfather and the Master.'' Neah sighed, remembering those hated years in their childhood. ''He was the lead singer, too.''

''Did you play the piano, then?''

''Ah no. It was an a cappella choir. I was in the Clan's Orchestra.'' He told him. ''What about you? What did you do before you came here?''

''Oh. I just went to school played football with the other kids. I took Portuguese Traditional Cooking classes, too.''

''You know how to cook?'' He was greatly surprised now: he had never pegged him to be one to like cooking of all things.

''Ah, mom was always working, dad disappeared after I was born and Sheryl was busy making sure I would have an easy life, he did everything for me, so I decided that I could at least cook for him, so I enrolled at a cooking school at age 6. And then, we moved here, nothing much.''

''That's so sweet of you.'' He sat down next to him and sighed as he let his body slump down. ''So, what happened?''

''Hm?'' He blinked as he looked at Campbell, confused. ''Happened with what?

''You talk as if you were really close yet in here something it seems you despise him. I mean, it obvious to anyone you love him, but then you go say something that hurts him.''

''You do that with the Marians all the time. Especially with Allen.''

''Yeah, but we always apologise. I've never seen you do so.'' He was not judging him, he really wasn't, but the last thing he wanted was for the brothers to hurt, and he knew that every time Tyki pushed Sheryl away, the elder hurt at the rejection.

Tyki looked down, torn between feeling mad at the person he liked or being ashamed for doing that to his brother. But he had his reasons, he really did. ''Can we talk about it when I feel ready?'' He mumbled, his hands twitching.

''Of course. I've told you before Tyki: I'm here for you. You need something, you can ask me. You want to talk, just come and I'll listen. If you need advise and I can give it to you, I will.'' He told him softly and then cupped his face with his right hand. ''Understood?''

''Yeah.'' His voice cracked, but he didn't care. ''Thank you.''

''There is nothing to thank. Let's go to sleep, I'm crushed and you seem to need to think a few things over.'' He stood up in one swift move and, just before Mikk could mimic him, he kissed him on the forehead. ''You are not a bad person nor a bad brother, but you really need to take other people's feelings into consideration, especially Sheryl's, alright?'' The Southerner nodded and sniffed a bit.

He was not one to get emotional like that, the last time he remembered crying had been when he fought with his brother. ''I... I said I hated him.'' He blurted out, making Neah stop his way to the door. He said nothing, he just undid his steps and hugged him, running a soothing hand over his head. Tyki didn't elaborate and he did not pressure him.

''Why don't you sleep in my room tonight?''

''E-eh?'' The second cheater in the house looked up at him.

''I don't want you to sleep alone tonight, that's all.'' He smiled at him before he hauled him on his feet. ''Do you not want to?''

''No. I mean yes. Uh... I would like that.'' He replied sheepishly.

They walked in silence to their rooms, Tyki stopping at his to put on his pyjama. When he got there, Neah was fluffing both pillows. ''Get in.''

He obeyed and slide into the unused side of the bed, he stared at the ceiling. ''Neah?'' He called after a few minutes.

''Yes?''

''Thank you for doing this.''

''Stop thanking me already, I've told you this before: there is nothing to thank me for. Now, sleep or you'll be late tomorrow for your classes.''

''Yes, mom.'' He was feeling lighter now that he told something about his past to someone.

''Call me that again and you won't be fighting for the next month.'' Came the light threat. ''Good night.'' Mikk felt him roll, but instead of rolling as to the edge of the bed as he had thought he had done, Neah had moved closer to him. They weren't touching, but they could feel the other's body heat.

''Good night.''

After that, it wasn't long until they both were sleeping peacefully.

And the house, finally met silence.

I know it's unforgivable for me to disappear for this long without saying a word, but I'm crazy busy with homework and I'll probably disappear again for the next weeks... even months. But fear not, I still have you all in my mind and I am not forgetting none of my stories, I swear, so as soon as I have time and my inspiration is back to me, I'll get my hands on the keyboard to write as much as I can.

Thank you all for your understanding.

Please review and comment and everything and I will answer you.