A/N: Disclaimer: Refer back to Chapter 1.
WARNING: OOC, LANGUAGE, LEMONS
Chapter 2: Aching and Coveting
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Seraphim walked in his office, feeling refreshed. He had just gotten back. Actually, he had been gone throughout the morning and it was just now, that he had gotten back. He just had the best day of his life.
Flashback
He had snuck in his brother's house that today. He knew that it was beneath him…but he just had to. When he came in front of it, he went to the porch and took a spare key from the plant by the door. Typical Serph; he never did change.
He grinned as he held the key. It looked like no one was home. His mother had told him that Serph had gone away for the time being and this served as Seraphim's opportunity.
He walked in and he was right. There was no one home. He sped through the staircase and looked for his brother's bedroom. He opened the closet and took out his brother's clothes.
He raised an eyebrow. He looked at the polo shirts and the slacks and walking shorts. None of them looked trendy to him…they looked like they served to tame down a man. He snorted; his brother never really had the best fashion sense. This was just rich. First he had to blend in the way his brother had his hair…and now, his crappy clothes too? He sighed. But still, it was necessary for him to wear these…things, should he continue with his plans.
He sighed again, "The things I do for love…" he murmured to himself helplessly.
Love? More like, "The things I do for sex."
He laughed at that…but he mused that it was worth it…all of it. It wasn't just having sex with some hot woman. It was having sex with some hot woman who never gave him the time of day. He grinned; the fact that she belonged to his brother made her all the more delicious for his tastes… If he could just get a taste…
It was then that he heard shuffling noises outside; he looked out the window and saw that Argilla was back and was gathering the grocery bags from her car. He quickly stripped himself and got himself in his brother's clothes.
He then rushed downstairs and it was just in time as she was having trouble with her bags. He quickly got beside her and grabbed them before they dropped on the floor.
End Flashback
It was a very thrilling experience for him. She could have suspected him of being an impostor but she never did.
It had taken him quite a long time to master this plan of his. He had been careful to memorize his brother's movements and his speech patterns as well in order to pass as him fluidly.
Oh well.
He grinned to himself. It had worked. Besides, how could she even begin to suspect when they were in the throes of passion? He grinned to himself; inwardly gloating at his own sexual prowess.
He closed the door behind him as he got into his office. He sat on his chair with a strong urge to dance around naked and thank his gods for granting him this wish. But, seeing that he was at the hospital, he couldn't really do all that.
And so, he contented himself with vivid images of her.
He closed his eyes as he remembered her.
How she begged him; how she moaned in ecstasy beneath him. She never suspected a thing. He laughed to himself; it had been easy…
'Too easy…'
But still, he got what he came for. He had the whole of her; even if it was just once. He sighed and shrunk back in his chair comfortably. His member twitched within his pants as he recalled her moans and her groans.
"Serph! Serph!"
His ecstatic spirit plummeted as he also recalled that she screamed his brother's name. He frowned; oh well, this was the best that he could do under the circumstances.
But all in all, it was definitely worth it.
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Serph walked out of his parent's house. He had been given a leave that day that would last for the next fortnight and when he was about to surprise Argilla, his parents had called and asked to see him. He did as he was told and he had been held there for hours.
Being half-mute, his parents had expected him to be as such, and as such, not say anything. His mother had just blabbed and blabbed about the wedding and how proud she was of him that he didn't get the chance to object. Then, when she was finished, she had stuffed his face with food.
Then, after that, he just didn't feel like getting up. His parents had insisted that they see a doctor. Not really having the strength to object, he did as he was told.
They had arrived at the hospital and had asked to see a general physician. He came out of the checkup, bored. The doctor had said that there was nothing wrong with him and that he just needed rest.
His father had then scolded his mother on feeding him too much. Shortly, he made his way home.
Whew.
Well, it was a tiring day, to say the least. He just wanted to get home.
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Seraph walked into his parents' house with a dreamy expression on his face. His mother came up to him and pecked him on his cheek, "So? Did they get it?"
He nodded nervously, "Y-yeah…"
"Hm? Why are you home so late?" she asked looking at her watch.
'Damn…' he thought; it was already five PM. He must've lost track of time. Well, who wouldn't? He was just having the time of his life! He was finally fulfilling his dream…
"Well, I got side-tracked." he said honestly. Well, as honest as he could afford to.
"Where?" his mother demanded, narrowing her eyes dangerously at him.
"Ahh…"
"Don't tell me you were at the arcades again! You had just been there in the morning!" she said, disapproval clearly on her face.
He scratched his head; answers just kept piling up in front of him, saving his ass from being found out. Sweet. Someone up there must really like him.
"Ah…yeah…"
She put her hand on her eyes, "You're too old for those things Seraph…Why don't you be more responsible?"
Seraph blinked; he wasn't really in the listening mood right now. He just wanted to go to his room and fantasize.
He looked intently at his mother; her mouth was still opened…
'Hm…she must still be talking away…Hm, I wonder what she's saying now? Uh oh…she stopped…and she's staring at me…she must be waiting for a response…'
He scratched his head again, "Sorry mom…"
"Whatever am I going to do with you?" she asked hopelessly, thrusting his hands upward.
He stood there and remained quiet. She continued, "Well, go and get dressed and then come down for supper."
He nodded, "Okay."
"Oh! You know, Serph was just here. He came in just after you left. He ate quite a lot. Sometimes, I worry about him…he doesn't seem to be eating the right amounts of food. I really must speak to Argilla about that."
Seraph raised an eyebrow; Serph was here? So, that was why he wasn't home…but then, Argilla had said that he went to his superiors…oh well, who cares? As long as he didn't get caught.
He ran for his room.
He closed the door gently and looked at himself in the mirror. He touched his lips with his fingers, tracing over the skin lightly.
'She…she kissed me…and took care of me…' he said, disbelieving. Well, she really didn't take care of him, per se, but, hey, something was better than nothing!
'What I wouldn't give to trade places with Serph…' he thought inwardly.
Oh well; at least, he had a taste right?
'Right…'
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"Serph?" Argilla called out from the front door, "Are you home?"
"Yeah…right here." he said, grinning.
She came up to him, "So, how was it?"
He blinked, "How was what?"
"Your talk with your superior." she said.
He blinked again; how did she know?
"It went well…"
"So, you're really granted the leave right?"
There was something going on. How did she know that? "Right…" he said.
"Oh yeah, would you like some Hot Pot?"
His scrounged his nose, "Thanks no…I've had a lot of that at home…" Wait; they had Hot Pot at their home too? How? Ohh…right…His mom had given her the recipe. She must've made some. He shivered at that thought.
She chuckled, "Right…you were at your parents'. Okay; silly me. So, are you feeling better? No more headaches?" How did she know that? Oh right, his mom had probably called her when they went to the infirmary. Oh well, no harm done.
"So, how are your parents?" she asked, leading him to the living room.
He sat down, "They're fine." he said curtly.
"Okay." she said, sensing a mood change in him.
She touched his lap, "So…want a rematch?" she asked seductively, nipping at his ear.
He smiled; she wanted a rematch of last night?
"You're on…" he smirked, forgetting all about his doubts.
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She crawled over to him, slowly letting her leg go over his lap. She sat herself on him slowly as she continued to trail kisses and nips from his earlobe to his cheek…and then to his chin.
He chuckled, "What are you doing?"
She giggled and then began to kiss the hollow of his throat. He groaned and leaned back on the sofa. His hands slowly touched her pants, and trailed upwards to her thighs and then finally resting on her hips.
Argilla moved her hips closer to his, careful enough to press fluidly on his hips and waist as she comfortably positioned herself on him. He groaned as she moved. She giggled. Her hands were on his chest, slowly unbuttoning his polo shirt.
Serph let his hands wander from her hips and cupped her rear, pulling her tighter against him. Argilla left his throat and then meandered over to his face again. Finally, after kissing his cheeks and eyelids, her lips settled on his mouth. She licked his bottom lip unhurriedly. He chuckled; he tightened his grip on her rear and then let his hands travel to the edge of her shirt.
He wanted to kiss her so badly. She was nipping at his bottom lip and just as he was about to open his lips, her lips left his and traveled south.
He was disappointed. She chuckled. Her lips grazed and sucked on his neck while her hands lightly touched his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles. His hands gripped the edge of her shirt and in one fluid motion, tore it. She stopped and looked at him disapprovingly, "Hey! I just got that you know?"
He smirked, dangling the mauled material in front of her eyes before throwing it on the floor, "So? I'll buy you a new one…" he whispered sensuously against her lips.
She blinked; she didn't even notice him get closer to her. Damn! And she thought that she would win this round. In her contemplation, lost in thought, Serph had suddenly attacked her lips, his hands on her back, looking for the fastener of her bra. She whimpered at his force but decided to play fire with fire.
Her hands left his chest and delved into his pants, beneath his boxers, grasping firmly, the sensitive flesh within. He immediately withdrew from her mouth and looked at her, with a pained expression on his face, "N-no f-fair…"
She licked his cheek and grinned seductively, "All's fair in love and war…"
He groaned as she lightly squeezed his member. He tightened his hold on her. He felt for the fastener again and tried to unhook the bra, only to fail. He groaned as she squeezed him again. He clenched his hands into fists and instead of unhooking the bra, it too, was torn off from her.
"Hey!" she scolded him, "That's the second time now!" She leaned in and giggled, "If you keep this up…I'll end up with a dysfunctional wardrobe…"
He grinned in return, "Yeah…? That's okay…you can just buy clothes again…"
She snorted, "Yeah…only to have them torn up again!"
He chuckled and then, without warning, pulled her to him, keeping her breasts on face level. He took her nipple into his mouth and suckled it hard. She arched her back, thrusting her chest into his mouth, "Aahhh…Serph…"
Her hand momentarily softened her hold on his member and he used this moment to unbutton her pants. She closed her eyes, forgetting everything as his tongue licked her erect peak…then trailing imaginary drawings on it with his tongue.
As he unzipped her pants, he let his hands cup her rear, beneath the fabric of the denim jeans she wore. His hands slipped beneath her panties and she squealed as he pinched the cheek of her rear playfully.
He then grabbed her by the waist and turned himself, along with her body, sideways, laying her on the sofa. She moaned again. He left her nipple and let his hands massage her breasts fondly as his lips ravaged hers.
Argilla felt a shift in his mood as she also felt the stiffness of his shaft, confined by his pants. His lips attacked hers mercilessly and he darted his tongue in her mouth, muffling her words. Her hands flew around neck and pulled him closer. His hands trembled as he hurriedly grabbed her pants, yanking it off of her.
She lifted her hips and let him discard the unwanted garment. Her hands left his neck and went for his pants as well. She tried to yank them off but they wouldn't budge. His lips dislodged themselves from hers and he kicked his pants off.
She looked into his silver eyes, once playful, now foggy with raw need. "Ser-" He cut her off and invaded her mouth once more. He sucked on her lips hungrily and pressed his himself tighter and closer to her, letting her shrink further into the sofa.
His hands left her breasts and went for her underwear. Just like her bra and her shirt, it too was torn in pieces. She yelped in surprise in his mouth…but he didn't care and continued to kiss her savagely.
His hand cupped her womanhood and she bucked her hips upwards as she felt his fingers brush her entrance. She moaned in his mouth.
His lips left hers again and attended to her breasts once more. She cried out as she felt his fingers move within her. He chuckled, moving his three fingers within her expertly.
She continued to cry out, as his fingers went to and fro within her. His member twitched almost painfully. She cried out in pleasure as he buried his fingers deep within her. She came. Her juices flowed out of her and onto his fingers. He pulled them out of her and brought them to lip lips. He licked each of his fingers dry, savoring her unique taste. He closed his eyes and dreamily moaned as he swallowed her essence.
She blushed as she looked at him. It may be a part of their "activity" but she never really got used to the fact that he drank her; literally.
He opened his eyes again and smiled at her. She lightly cringed.
'Smiled? More like…grinning like a drunk…'
She didn't know when it happened but soon, she felt his very stiff member pressing against her womanhood. His member twitched as it touched her thigh.
He must've discarded his boxers when she was in her trance.
His hands went to both her thighs, and pushed her legs upwards. Her heart raced; what was he doing now? He continued to push her legs up, bending her hips so that her ankles were just above her head. He closed the gap between them and he looked at her. His eyes looked down on her and he grinned…feeling his desire building.
She looked so confused…so…delectable. He had never seen her in this position before and not controlling himself any longer, he thrust into her, wedging his manhood within her wet core. She cried out at his speed. Her legs felt limp and would have tumbled over if it weren't for his hands supporting them firmly.
His then gave his hands a break and instead hooked each of her legs on each of his elbows, while continuing to thrust wildly within her. She cried out and moaned as she clawed at his shoulders.
"Serph…! Serph…!" she screamed as he continued to move faster within.
He leaned in closer to her, forcing her legs to bend further. They were close. Serph grunted as he came, thrusting one last time within her. She cried out his name and relaxed, "Serph…" He panted and then loosened his hold on her legs. He gently unhooked them and set them on the sofa.
He gently set himself to fall against her. He nestled himself still in between her legs, his face just above her heart, feeling it beat. It was slowing down; she was calming down. He felt her fingers play with his hair and he smiled, "I…I love you."
She chuckled, "I know. I love you too…But you know…"
"Hm?" he asked, not having the strength to speak.
"Don't you think we may need another sofa..?"
He chuckled; he couldn't agree more.
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Two days had rolled by and the wedding drew nearer. Seraphim heard a snap. He blinked and noticed that the number two pencil that he had been holding broke into two. He cursed. He had thought that if he had her, he would be satisfied. But he was disappointed to know that it wasn't the case.
They all had a family dinner the night prior and he found himself drooling at her; although his countenance did not betray it. But, with his sharp mind, he also noticed that his youngest brother had the same inkling that he did…although his was more blatant. But, being mentally challenged, the people dismissed it as friendly fondness; nothing more.
Seraphim laughed; he didn't miss the look that his youngest brother had for her…oh no. He didn't. It was a look of pure love.
'The imbecile's in love…' he thought condescendingly.
Flashback
Their parents had invited the three brothers for dinner that night. Actually, it was for their family and their sons' significant others, but since both Seraphim and Seraph were bachelors, it only applied to Serph and Argilla.
Seraphim had been excited that day, when he had heard the news that Serph and Argilla would be at the family dinner. He hadn't seen her since their…deed and it was just eating him up inside. He wanted to see her again.
He hurried from his home and headed for his parents' house. He looked from left to right as he stood in their living room. No one had arrived yet; he was the first one there. Typical. He snorted.
He then thought of her again. He felt a jolt of electricity surge through his veins. He already had her; what was the problem now? He felt his body rise in temperature as he began to remember her beneath him that day…He felt his muscles tighten as he began to imagine her grinning at him seductively, purposefully, licking her lips sensuously with her delectable tongue.
'…Oh God…' he thought helplessly.
He also felt his pants tighten. He looked down on his pants and saw that his "little soldier" was on red alert. He sweat-dropped. He needed to get to his room.
'Or the bathroom…'
He dashed from the living room and went to the nearest bathroom. He came out a quarter of an hour later; his chest heaving at his most recent activity. It had been a bit tiring, but pleasurable nonetheless.
'Pleasurable…but not quite realistic enough…' Oh no it wasn't. It was anything but realistic. 'Her mouth would do the job quite nicely…in fact…' he was roused from his perverted thoughts as he felt another person enter the room.
He turned his head accordingly and saw his youngest brother. He was wearing a pink and blue checkered polo and denim jeans. Seraphim scoffed at that. He looked like a kid…a teenager. He didn't look matured and professional at all!
He blinked; oh yes…he was neither a professional or matured anyway. He laughed at his own joke inwardly. To him, that kind of look was for youngsters only. He, being at the age of twenty-four, felt that he had grown up from such a fashion stage and would prefer slacks and suits and ties over flashy colors and whatnot.
Oh well. Enough about the clothes. His brother was still present after all.
"Hello Seraph." he said impassively as he sat on the chair comfortably, crossing his legs.
Seraph smiled tightly at him and sat down as well, "Hello…"
"So…how do you do?" asked Seraphim nonchalantly. He really didn't care if Seraph replied or not. All that he wanted was to see Serph's fiancée again.
"Fine thanks. You?" his brother replied, reciprocating his feigned politeness.
Seraphim waved his hand dismissively, "Ecstatic really…"
Seraph nodded; he didn't care either anyway. The two were engulfed in silence once more. Seraphim put his face on his palm, as his elbow rested on the armrest of the chair; he was bored. When were Serph and Argilla going to get there? Dinner was to start in a quarter of an hour.
So, he sat there, motionless.
Soon, he began to feel annoyed. He looked at Seraph, who sat to his right, from the corner of his eyes. He was fidgeting in his seat. He had been having a particular pattern of fidgeting as a matter of fact. For the first few minutes, he would play with the edge of his shirt; as if it had been a fun playmate. He looked like he was having a contest with the cloth. What contest? Seraphim didn't want to know.
Then after that, he would tap his fingers consecutively, one after another, on the table in between them. Seraphim ignored it. Then after that, he would shift uncomfortably in his chair. It was like some insect had crawled up Seraph's pants and died.
'Died in a place where his fingers couldn't quite reach…' he inwardly drawled.
And now, he repeated his cycle all over again.
He was about to lash out at his brother, feeling all the more annoyed when something suddenly flashed through his brilliant mind. Why was he fidgeting in his seat?
'He's fidgeting because he's nervous. Why is he nervous?' he thought deeply. He blinked and then chuckled, 'Yes of course…he also had a schoolboy crush on her…That's why.'
But then, this time, Seraphim couldn't shake the feeling that something was different. Argilla had been in their home millions of times and had millions of dinners with their family; so, what, then, made this particular dinner different?
He couldn't find the answer. Seraph had always been shy around girls…most especially this one…but…tonight, he was especially nervous. Seraphim redirected the question to himself.
Was he acting any different from the other dinners that they had? He nodded; of course he did…but that was because…
He raised an eyebrow. He felt nervous at seeing her again because he had already a taste of her…and deep down, he wanted to know if she even suspected even in the slightest that it had been he and not her fiancé with whom she had slept with.
He had also wanted to know if she would ever see him…as himself and not just as his brother's brother. He wanted to know how she would look at him tonight…
But…that was the answer to his question…not Seraph's.
He narrowed his eyes; unless…
Did his brother engage in foul play? He frowned; him? Foul play? Why, it was simply preposterous. He lacked neither the conviction nor the mental abilities to orchestrate such a rendition.
No.
There had to be another reason.
His thoughts were interrupted as Serph and Argilla walked in the living room. Serph walked in, his arm around her waist. He was wearing the army's formal uniform while Argilla was in a black sleeveless, turtleneck dress that was cut just below her knees.
Seraphim gaped at her. She looked…amazing.
Form the corner of his eyes, he saw Seraph get up as well, his eyes widened.
Serph had nodded to them both and asked how they had been. Seraphim answered him automatically, his eyes never leaving her form. Argilla blushed under their gazes and it was then that Seraphim shook off his look from her. If he kept staring, she would have melted! Not to mention, that his brothers might get suspicious.
"How do you do Argilla?" he asked her in the most bored and uncaring way as possible. It was, after all, how people knew him. A total snob. Well, it was in these moments that he was thankful that he was perceived as a snob; he could easily hide his feelings and manipulate people to carry on their false perception of him.
She smiled at him and it was then that he felt his resolve waver. 'Must keep up…the act…'
"I'm fine. Thank you for asking Seraphim." she replied politely.
Seraph had been all the while speechless; still looking at her. Argilla turned to him. "And what about you Seraph? How are you?" she asked, in that carefree tone. Her smile was mesmerizing…it was as if her words smiled as her lips did. He didn't know how she did it, but she just did.
"I'm fine…Thank you…" Seraph replied, blushing.
Seraphim narrowed his eyes; he was blushing…Hmm…
They had been having a civil conversation when their mother walked through the door, "Ah! Boys! Argilla! You all made it…come, come, dinner's ready. Stuffed duck."
The three winced and gave each other pained looks. Well, some things never change.
'Like mum's cooking.' Seraphim thought.
Their mother led them to the dining table where their father had already sat. They said their prayers and then started to eat. They ate in silence, occasionally throwing Argilla a question here and there.
Seraphim couldn't care any less though. All that he wanted was to have her again…
'Damn…I don't even have any keepsake…' he thought regretfully. It was true, he had nothing in which would remind him of his and Argilla's time together.
He saw his parents' lips move, but Seraphim was deaf to the world. He looked to the corner of his eyes and saw that Seraph had looked at Argilla at the exact fashion as he did. Now, he was getting all the more suspicious.
He focused on his food but found it lacking. He stared at it, hard, picking at it as if it were some sort of toy. He really didn't feel like eating now. And try as he might, his gaze would always find its way back to her.
It was really a wonder how stupid Serph could be. He wasn't retarded or anything and yet…Seraph was practically drooling on her and yet he did nothing…as if he didn't care. And what about him? Seraphim was sure that Serph would have noticed by now how he was looking at his fiancée…Seraphim scoffed. It was either he didn't notice because he was too dense…or he didn't care. Somehow, the former felt right rather than the latter.
He snapped back in attention as his mother had spoken to Argilla. "My, I can't wait to have grandchildren!" she said enthusiastically, "You will have many children, correct?"
He looked from his ecstatic mother to Argilla's perplexed facial expression. He also looked at Serph who was blushing but had his eyes closed, his face turned away so that no one would see. Seraphim scoffed; he saw. But then he inwardly grinned, 'Them? Have kids? Her? Bear his mother grandchildren?'
Why, he wouldn't be surprised if one of their kids would be as smart as him, seeing that he too had planted his seeds within Argilla. He grinned evilly; gloating about his sexual potency.
'Besides,' he thought offhandedly, 'Serph would never know the difference between his child and mine…' he smirked evilly. He was thrown off his mental high-horse as Argilla spoke, "Children…? Of course! Serph and I love kids and we can't wait to have our own." she said, looking into Serph's eyes, holding his hands tight.
His mother beamed, "Ah! Well, that's a relief!" She sharply turned to face Seraphim, "And what about you? When are you going to start a family? You're getting older you know?"
'Not old enough…' he thought.
"I really don't know mum…Stop pestering me about this!" he said, crossing his arms irritably.
The conversation was then renewed and he again found himself looking at Argilla.
She took a piece of meat into her mouth gently, the fork passing in and out of her mouth effortlessly and soundlessly. His thoughts began to meander once more. Yes…those full and luscious lips…that mouth…
He cast his head down again as he felt hot blood pump through his veins…and invade his head. Well, he'd be the laughing stock of the family; not to mention the family conversations to follow. Seraphim was calm and collected. He did not blush; and most especially because of a girl…or girl related issues. He gritted his teeth and picked on his food more meticulously, unknowingly rousing the interests of his family members.
"Seraphim," a voice spoke, "Are you alright?"
He snapped his head to the source of the voice; it was his mother, "You've been acting strange…Are you ill?" she asked, her silver eyes filled with worry.
Seraphim calmed himself and grinned, "I'm fine mother. Just thinking of a busy tomorrow."
All of his efforts of calming down crumbled as a cheerful female voice spoke, chuckling as she did, "Well, that's Seraphim for you…He never changed. He's still the dedicated and hardworking doctor. I don't think he'll ever leave his work or stop thinking about it…He's practically married to it."
He blinked and looked at her; she was giggling. He felt blush creep up again and suppressed it with all his might; even it if meant putting on his most pained expression.
Now his father got worried; "Are you sure you're alright? You look…"
"Constipated." Serph deadpanned.
Seraph burst out laughing. Seraphim's face fell. Well, there it was. His humiliation. Why did that bastard have to say that? Who the hell cared anyway? Why were they picking on him for? Damn it. He needed to leave…
He stood up and gave a muffled excuse, "Er…I'll be right back…"
He left the table and went for the lavatory. He stopped, infuriated, when he heard Seraph call on after him, "Don't forget to flush and wash your hands carefully!"
Seraphim gritted his teeth, seething in anger. This was unforgivable. The people at the table would never forget this…most especially her. She'd never forget and would eternally think of him as the doctor who had constipation during his mother's dinner party.
How unbelievably ludicrous.
He went to the lavatory and splashed his face with cold water. Yeah…that was what he needed; cold water. He wondered for a second. He looked fine now. How did he look like out there? He reenacted the previous events and then felt his blood rush up again. He made the face…and then…he gasped at himself; aghast.
That was how he looked like?
No wonder it was funny. He really did look quite constipated. It was as if he was trying to hold something back in and was turning bright red on the face.
"But it can be anything really…like…painful sexual arousal…But they didn't think of that did they?" he asked sarcastically, looking at his reflection at the mirror, having a conversation with it. His face was turning red again…but not from hot blood…but from lividness.
"Oh no…" he continued to drawl, "That bastard had to say something like 'constipation'…" He grumbled. Well, he really shouldn't dwell on it. What was done was done. He just had to take it like a man and face the world once more with a more dignified stature more than ever before.
He took a deep breath and arranged his hair. Hair…he looked at it. He may be upright and dignified, but his hair was anything but. Unlike his brother Serph, he did not keep his silver hair in a straight-laced coconut shell-look style. He wanted the unruly, out-of-bed look.
He smiled, "I do look better than those two."
He reached for the towels and dried his face off.
With another deep breath, he left the lavatory. He went back to the dining room and saw that the main course was over and that they were having desert. He sat back down and was met with Argilla's twinkling pink eyes, "Welcome back Seraphim…" her words were innocent enough but there was something playful in her eyes that told him that her words…weren't all that innocent after all.
He was about to give it further thought when Serph spoke, "Are you feeling better?"
He nodded and smiled tightly, "Yes. Thank you for asking…" he drawled sarcastically.
Seraph piped in, "That's good to know…constipation is really a difficult thing…"
The table snickered. Seraphim frowned, "Hey! I did not have constipation! Why is everyone after me tonight?"
Serene looked at him apologetically, "It's not like that sweety…"
His father looked at him, "Yes, your mother is right. No one is trying to prosecute you…It's just friendly conversation."
Seraphim felt like banging his head on the table. Now his parents made it much worse. Wherein before he looked like a constipated kid, now he looked like a constipated, spoiled mommy's boy who couldn't play safe with other kids. Damn.
Bloody damn.
He remained quiet and focused on his surroundings instead; like his youngest brother. Seraphim's eyes began to twitch; he was doing it again…the fidgeting pattern that he did in the living room. He was fidgeting again. He grinned inwardly. He laughed to himself…seeing his brother look stupid like that was enough consolation he supposed.
The dinner came to an end half an hour later. They were all cleaning up the table; each person bringing their share of the load. He snorted; everyone? Not really…his bastards for brothers have slipped into the living room, resting their stomachs and were having one of their meaningless conversations.
He, on the other hand, was still cleaning their crap. He moved in the kitchen to drop the plates in the sink. He blinked; Argilla was there? What was she doing?
"Argilla?" he asked, "Why are you here?"
She turned and grinned at him, "Well, your mum prepared a great dinner…so I thought that I'd help her out a bit in the cleaning department."
Seraphim cringed as she said the word "great".
But, all that aside, Seraphim's inner self grinned…ah, a moment alone with her. How convenient.
"Where is mum anyway?" he asked…well, he really didn't want to know…Not really. She was somewhere in the house…That was all he needed to know. He just asked as a sign of formality.
"Your mum? She went to talk to your father…Why would you like for me to call her?" she asked.
Seraphim's inner self was yelling "NO!! NO!! OF COURSE NOT!! FORGET IT! STAY HERE WITH ME!!"
"No…it's fine. Thank you." he replied curtly.
She smiled, "Alright then. Just leave the plates here and I'll take care of them." She turned her back on him. Seraphim's eyes widened. Her zipper had come undone. He blushed as he got a view of her perfect back.
What was he supposed to do now? Stay and watch, like a retard? Tell her that her zipper was undone? Sick as it may have sounded, but he preferred the former to the latter.
"Whoops…!" she exclaimed, "I knew it wasn't my imagination."
"…?" Seraphim looked at her, confused.
"Er, could you zip me up please? It seemed to have gone down! I knew I felt cold!" she said, chuckling.
"Sure." he curtly replied.
He made his way to her and touched her zipper, pulling it upwards slowly. His hands ached for him to touch her…but…alas…he couldn't. He shouldn't.
"Thanks." she replied, smiling at him.
"You're…welcome…" he said absentmindedly.
"Argilla…" he said, clearing his throat.
She turned to face him, "Yes?"
Seraphim suddenly lost his voice. Argilla looked at him funny and he blinked, "Er…I just wanted to tell you that…that I'm sorry about the way I acted before…You know, when you and Serph announced your…betrothal."
She chuckled. Sweat trickled down his temples. Apologizing had never really been once of his strong points…It took him a great deal of effort to put his words together and here she was, laughing at them?
"What's so funny?" he asked, confused.
She giggled, her pink eyes shining, "Nothing…It's just your choice of words. 'Betrothal'. It sounds too formal…You're still young Seraphim…We're still young, so, lighten up."
He frowned, "Hey! I do lighten up!"
She giggled again, "Whatever you say Seraphim…whatever you say."
"Anyway…" Seraphim said, changing the topic.
"Anyway," Argilla repeated, grinning, "It's alright really…You don't have to apologize."
'I don't?' he asked himself mentally, 'Yes! No deduction from my manly points!'
"Our announcement was a bit rash…wasn't it? We are the ones who should apologize…really." she finished.
Seraphim blinked; did he hear her right?
'My God, this woman must be some sort of saint! She took the responsibility from me! How…rare…' He suddenly found his chest tightening; her attitude about things was making him desire her even more. He needed to wrap things up quickly before he lost control.
"Well, whatever." he replied as nonchalantly as possible, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry."
She smiled, not paying attention to his old snobbish and proud countenance, "Well, whatever, I just wanted to say it's okay."
He quirked an eyebrow; how could such an amazing creature belong to his half-mute brother? Ah, the mysteries of life.
"Okay then." he said.
"Okay then." she grinned, mimicking him. She leaned back easily, grinning at him. She licked her lips…
Wait…
'Is she coming on to me?' he thought frantically.
"I want you Seraphim…" Argilla whispered seductively.
'Did she just say that?!' he thought.
Suddenly, a finger snapping in front of his face woke him, "Hey! Seraphim! Are you alright? You zoned out for a moment there! Do you want some help?" she asked, extending a hand for him to take, concern evident in her eyes.
He resisted an urge to swat her hand away. So, it was all a flight of fancy eh?
'An illusion?' he asked in self-doubt.
Well no matter, "No; thank you. I'm fine…" He took a step back and she nodded, understanding.
He needed to leave. His…other head was waking up…and he didn't want her to see that…He walked out of the kitchen…walked? Or was it 'stumbled' out of the kitchen?
The night had rolled in and the gathering had come to and end.
He was relieved. Serph and Argilla had already left. Well, he was glad that the night was over. He couldn't take anymore of that crap.
He felt disappointed that he really didn't get the chance to talk to Argilla further than he did in the kitchen but another issue tackled his mind. His keepsake. What was he to do?
Well, that…and Seraph's all the more confused behavior.
Something happened; Seraphim was sure of it.
The look that Seraph had been giving her all night was laughable. He looked like a schoolboy who saw his first crush. It was as if…he really were in love.
End Flashback
In love…?
He narrowed his eyes still. He shook his head. He really shouldn't be worrying about Seraph. It was his business. Now, Seraphim had other matters to attend to; such as the pressing issue of his keepsake.
His souvenir.
What was he going to do?
'Impersonate Serph again and screw her brains out…and then, grab her panties…' he thought, scoffing.
He sat back on his chair…maybe it would be nice to pay her another visit. Of course, he couldn't "screw her brains out" again…that would be…well, he probably wouldn't get away with it the second time around.
'No…too risky…'
'Nothing is too risky!' his other self prodded. 'We should go! One last time!' he urged his other self.
He blinked…maybe he should. He was aware of the risks…but the desire within him was becoming unbearable.
He looked at his calendar. He would be free tomorrow. He rested his elbows on his table, intertwining his fingers together, keeping them at the level of his eyes and looked at the wall darkly. This had gone on far enough. He needed to stop fantasizing about her.
'…I do need a…souvenir…badly.' he thought, chuckling.
'Tomorrow then…'
It was perfect really, his mother had mentioned to him that Serph was going with his friends somewhere and wouldn't be home in the morning…
Hm…
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