"It makes sense, The Snake and The Dove story. But why does he want us dead?" Matthieu asks, making tea.
"I dunno, but whatever his reason is, I don't want to know it."
"So he killed mom...?" Matthieu asks, looking at Alfred, who too was close to tears. After so many years of never questioning the murder of their parents, and trying hard to forget they even had any, it's hard to imagine their father was a murderer and a villain.
"No. Francis did. Dad said Francis was his apprentice, that he moved with us, and when we made it to New Orleans, he fell for you." Alfred said, and Matthieu breaks, falling into his brothers chest as he sobs.
Gilbert wakes to the sound of sobbing, he gets up and heads downstairs, to see Matthieu and Alfred sitting together at the kitchen table, both crying.
"What the hell?" Gilbert asks, walking over to the weeping twins.
"Gil..!" Matthieu says, throwing himself at Gilbert, who caught him and sat down in the chair.
"What's wrong, Birdie and Dickhead?"
"Hey! Who are you calling Dickhead?" Alfred says, his face still wet from tears.
"You. You're the one that is the dick." Gilbert grumbles, and when he looks down at Matthieu, the blonde was asleep.
"You can stay in Birdies room for tonight, I'll have him stay with me." Gilbert says, standing up.
"Okay. Also," Alfred grabs Gilbert's shirt, " next time I catch you fucking my brother without asking him if he wants it or not, I'll remove the offending appendage, and he'll become the one fucking you."
Gilbert's cheeks burned red and he glared at Alfred. "How did you know we did..?"
"I saw it. All of it."
"Pervert." Gilbert says before heading up stairs to his room, leading Alfred over to the other guest room next to Arthur's.
Once he got to his own room, he sat Matthieu down on the bed and laid next to him. "Love you." He heard Matthieu say, and he looked down at the blond.
"You're awake?"
"Yeah, you woke me up as you walked upstairs."
"Sorry. I love you too." Gilbert says, pecking Matthieu's cheek.
"I love you most."
"Doubt it, Mattie. I really do."
"Alfred? What are you doing here?" Arthur says, stepping out of his room to see the blond entering the one next to his.
"I was freed."
"I don't believe that, wanker. Storm doesn't just let someone go." Arthur says, crossing his arms.
"Well she did. Believe it." Alfred says, entering his room, allowing Arthur to follow him in.
"Alrighty then, but why did you come here? You'd lead her to both of us."
"I didn't notice you were here, now leave. I would like to catch some sleep." Alfred says, lying through his teeth. The memory of Arthur kissing him made him sick, but it also turned him on in the least bit. He didn't like Arthur like that, or at least, he would never admit it out loud.
"If you let me stay, I could put you to sleep rather quickly." Arthur grumbled, and Alfred snapped around.
"What!?"
"I know an English lullaby that put my brothers to sleep rather quick. I could sing it to you, if you want me to."
'Oh,' Alfred thought, thinking Arthur said that as some kind of sexual innuendo that he might've liked to explore a bit.
"Do you have any other way of putting me to sleep?" Alfred slipped up and asks, before blushing and scoffing, "forget I asked."
"Git, of course I do, but I'd never show you." Arthur lied, before exiting the room and pausing just as he reached his. Turning, he headed back to Alfred's and sees the boy standing in his doorway. He grabbed the boys nightshirt, pulled him into the bedroom and threw the door closed.
"Wha- Mmph!" Alfred cries as Arthur covers his mouth with his own, cupping his hand over Alfred's clothed member, massaging his member through the fabric of his jeans.
"Stop!" Alfred cried, pushing Arthur off him. "If you want to sleep with me, crawl into my bed and go to sleep."
Arthur smiles and nods, crawling under the covers and waiting for Alfred to join him.
