Seymour Smith was and always had been a deep, long sleeper. On this specific occasion, it was terribly obvious. In his desperate eagerness, Kyd Wykkyd had slipped up noisily numerous times, even once rendering him laying sideways over Seemore's smaller torso- which miraculously still didn't wake him up, rather eliciting Elliot Knight to blush profusely -and honestly he was genuinely surprised that the entire Hive Five hadn't cracked down on him already. Kyd didn't know whether he felt more relieved, excited or furious- after all, Seemore hadn't visited Elliot in an entire month. A month. Kyd had been endlessly stealing and robbing, had even resulted into trying to break into the batcave- one of the most security efficient places in the whole world -just to distract himself from the biting loneliness, nagging yearning, concerned anxiety that unfailingly followed on such times. He had obviously attempted by text and phoning to contact him but Seymour had foolishly forgotten his decent smartphone at Elliot's very own apartment from their last pleasant meeting. Several times, he had before even tried to sneak away but Private Hive was adamantly scouring for even the slightest indication Seemore had snitched, so it was always consisting of narrow chances and wary retreats. So, with pure desperation, Kyd was planning on kidnapping Seymour for a while. He might or not give him back. Guess it depended on whether or not he still had hot chocolate or if Seymour was being annoying or not.
Therefore, Elliot was rummaging around in Seemore's messy, colourful bedroom, picking out the essentials. Admittedly, the pastel colour and immense brightness of it all was entirely different from his gothic, back theme going on back at his own.
Finally, he harrumphed satisfiedly and swiftly teleported the fairly heavy luggage back to his own apartment before rapidly returning. Kyd silently tip toed over to his boyfriend, initially glaring hostilely before softening immediately, sitting down beside him stealthily. He lovingly caressed Seymour's face with an admiring smile. Unlike Elliot, who was in his black tank top and old short sleepwear bottoms, he was donned in a soft pastel green hoodie that was very baggy (and okay, very cute) and some loose pyjama shorts. He was without his useful helmet, revealing his whole dopily grinning face and his thick, lustrous hair. It was unbelievable anyone could hurt even a hair on his head. Seemore was always so precious, he couldn't ever be truly vexed at him. Tenderly, Kyd dragged him to lay sideways on his own warm lap and gently shook him, slowly rendering him half awake at least. After a minute of confused mumbling, he finally realised who Elliot was and was scarcely able to blink before Kyd was desperately kissing him, tightly hugging him. Frustratedly, he felt fearful tears roll from his amber eyes, though he adamantly refused to peel away, merely allowing them to fall onto Seymour's blushing face instead. Seemore kissed back kindly, resting his hands on Elliot's thin torso before pulling away with a sleepy smile.
"Honey? Why you here? I liked that. It's a shame this dream, isn't gonna last, honey, isn't it?,"he mumbled wearily, cuddling up comfortably,"I wish I could hug you forever."
Kyd leaned forwards so he was inches away from Seymour's ear and said clearly,"You can. I'm kidnapping you."
"Your- kidnapping me?,"Seemore asked incredulously, finally awakening entirely as he stiffened alarmedly.
"Yes,"Elliot replied simply.
"Y-you've been crying? Your tears are on m-my face! What is going on?,"he enquired baffledly.
"I-I'm kidnapping you! I just- missed you so, so much! I've been so lonely! I keep thinking you're hurt, but I can never visit you properly cos Private will hurt you even more! I love you, and I feel incomplete without you! You can't just forget about me for a month and not return! So I am kidnapping you to mine right now, okay?,"Kyd explained anguishedly, cradling Seymour so tightly it winded him.
"Ellie! I never forgot you! Just the Hive and Private have been really keeping me on my feet! You know how many times I've tried to escape to see you, but Private always finds me and gives me an interrogation and of course a beating? I have dreamed of seeing you forever! So I guess I don't mind being kidnapped by you…,"Seymour assured passionately, though turning playful at the end.
"Let's go,"Elliot sighed relievedly, easily picking him up bridal style and absentmindedly grabbing his green, one-eyed helmet.
Seemore hummed pleasedly and contentedly allowed himself to be swiftly teleported back into the familiar apartment, clearly hearing his own useful helmet tossed nimbly onto the wooden bedside table. Kyd carried him along to the large double bed and Seymour scarcely had time to react as Elliot dived the both of them onto it, Kyd nuzzling his beaming face into Seemore's neck as Elliot lay comfortably on his side. Seymour giggled elatedly, especially as Kyd purred so very vehemently, nuzzled himself oddly felinely into his smaller boyfriend and caressed along Seemore's warm torso, thinner arm and smiling face. Seymour wriggled around relaxedly until they were face to face and gently kissed him on the lips again. Elliot had never known he had missed him this much. Kyd closed his amber eyes pleasedly and tightly held Seemore's limp hands in his own, breaking the relieving kiss to just kiss Seymour's knuckles instead. Seemore snuggled closer and comfortably rested his blushing face into the crook of Elliot's neck, feeling him soften contentedly. Kyd tenderly rested his pale hands on Seymour's skinny waist and reeled him in even closer, so he soon could rest his own chin on Seemore's thick, lustrous hair. Seymour was suddenly wide awake, much too focused on Elliot's reassuring presence after much too long separated from the other. Then his elated mind wandered to… what if he could spend each and every night like this? What if he- No. He was going to stay in the Hive Five.
"What are you thinking about, honey?,"Kyd Wykkyd asked kindly, hugging him even tighter now.
"N-nothing,"Seymour Smith excused pitifully, his blind eyes flashing around conspicuously as he pressed his hands on Elliot Knight's thin torso.
Kyd gently lifted up Seemore's face by his chin, just so he could properly examine his smaller boyfriend's changing expression and softly kissed Seymour on the lips momentarily. Seemore sighed pleasedly, especially as Elliot kissed him yet again, and feeling Kyd's lanky arms securely squeezing Seymour into him further. He was being oddly affectionate today- not that Seemore had any particular issue with it. Seymour nestled closer, sighing contentedly as Elliot impeded it, only to kiss Seemore's blushing cheeks. They happily continued with their tender kisses and tight embraces when abruptly Seymour's stomach rumbled hungerily. Kyd suddenly pulled away, though he ensured he was still resting his pale hands on Seemore's smaller shoulders, massaging them lovingly.
"Hungry, love?,"he enquired concernedly.
"Just peckish, Ellie,"Seymour admitted sheepishly, resting his caring hands atop Elliot's own.
"Well, then, what do you fancy? Pot noodle? Toast?,"Elliot asked courteously, already jumping up to his feet, though still resolutely holding Seemore's limp hand.
"Just some toast, I didn't eat dinner today,"Seymour confessed with a conflicted sigh.
"What? Why not, honey? Well, as soon as I've made you some toast and hot chocolate, I want a full answer. Get yourself settled, I still have your plushies and all,"Kyd coaxed gently, with a tenderly worried frown.
Seemore winsomely watched his taller partner leave the tidy bedroom, still feeling the tingling sensation from Kyd Wykkyd's lip pressed to his own. Was it always so amazing living like this? With Private Hive the present leader, their daily meals were rationed unfairly, varying based on his own liking to the certain person. Which left Seymour Smith with practically nothing of course. He imagined spending each night like this, just being lovingly touched instead of the brutal assaults. He shook his head dismissively and wearily slipped under the thick duvet, sitting up comfortably as he relaxedly tucked his favourite chibi-styled loin, seal and cat plushies with him. Unfortunately, he was soon wretchedly debating, absolutely, horribly torn.
Meanwhile, Elliot Knight was vehemently yearning that this would work. He knew that Seemore would try and leave around late morning tomorrow, to go back to his stupid villain team. But he knew he was being extra affectionate- after all, it wasn't only just the awful fact he had been eluded for a dreadful month, but also the fervent hope that this would change Seymour's adamant, vacuous decision to stay with the Hive Five. Hopefully, Seemore would just see how luxurious life could be, if only he knew what was best for him! So, to put it bluntly, this was a cajoling trap. At the very least he would be able to elongate his precious time with his amazing boyfriend.
Eventually, the fresh bread he had just added into the sufficient toaster popped out raucously, just as he was finishing swirling around the piping hot chocolate. He lay them on a clean plate and forebearingly lifted it up, his other hand occupied with the hot drink. Swiftly, he brought them along into the spacious bedroom, smiling contentedly as he saw Seemore had indeed settled down relaxedly. Kyd softly placed the cleaned plate on Seymour's lap and gently knocked the plain mug in his clumsily groping hands. Seemore smiled appreciatively in the general direction of his taller boyfriend, especially as Elliot carefully slid in besides him, completely flopping on his back. Kyd scooted closer so their sides were pressed together, playfully seeing Seymour blush and paused from where he was raising a piece of pleasant toast to his mouth and sipping some from his hot chocolate. He rested his pale chin on Seemore's smaller shoulders and wrapped his lanky arms around his torso . He lightly kissed Seymour's furiously blushing cheek, grinning mischievously as he saw him practically melt. Elliot hummed amusedly.
"Now. Tell me why you weren't eating, See?,"he asked quietly, nuzzling his pale face into Seemore's neck.
Seymour giggled abashedly,"Ho-honey, ju-just Private sa-said it wa-was punishment for l-last fai-failure. Bu-but honestly, it's nothing."
Kyd stiffened outtragedly, scowling vexedly as he spat venomously,"What? How dare the little rat try and-"
However, Seemore had forebearingly dropped his hot chocolate and had anxiously interrupted it with a soothing kiss on the lips, closing his unseeing eyes pleadingly. Immediately, Elliot was soon only concentrating on Seymour, for once in a smaller position- Seymour sitting up and leaning down to kiss him, as well as Kyd laying comfortably on his side, lower than Seemore and having to raise his head up considerably. Seemore rested his hands on Elliot's narrow face, just as Kyd was squeezing Seymour's skinny waist. Reluctantly, Elliot pulled away and closed his amber eyes relaxedly as Seemore carefully shifted his half finished hot drink and empty plate to the wooden bedside table, before spinning around comfortably. Soon, he was facing Kyd Wykkyd, blushing pleasedly as Elliot lightly kissed his forehead, beginning to embrace him tenderly.
"Night, love,"Kyd mumbled with a fatigued yawn.
Elliot sleepily shifted downwards so swiftly burying himself into Seymour's smaller chest, finally feeling completed as Seemore securely wrapped his arms around him. With a few minutes of a pleasant silence, Kyd had fallen fast asleep, beaming unconsciously. Seymour sighed dolefully and gently caressed his taller boyfriend's pale face before giving in wearily. Therefore, the couple were fast asleep together two minutes later after a satanic month of torturous separation.
At exactly eight in the morning, Elliot Knight stretched awake with a contented smile. He pleasedly felt Seymour and him had moved around in the night: Kyd was on his back as Seemore was nestled warmly into him. Elliot smiled affectionately and cradled him closer, eliciting Seymour to gently be awoken. Seemore, still half asleep, wrapped his thinner arms around Kyd's thin torso, giggling tiredly. Oh how he yearned to wake up every morning like this…. But he couldn't…. He was required to go soon…. He should probably get up now…. Seymour sighed dolorously and instantly Elliot was anxiously cupping his face in his pale hands, waiting expectantly for a valid explanation.
"Honey? What's wrong?,"he asked pleadingly.
"I ju-just sad I'll have to go soon,"Seemore said dolefully, before grinning fatiguedly,"I love you."
"I love you more. Have I ever told youthat you look so cute in the morning?,"Kyd hummed playfully, knowing exactly what he was doing when he gamesomely nuzzled his pale face in the crook of Seemore's neck.
"Cute?,"Seymour giggled lethargically.
"Yeah. You enjoying this, love?,"Elliot requested pleasedly, though furtively yearning desperately inside.
"Definitely, you're so warm and… and,"he replied fervently, though yawning wearily.
Kyd took his short chance,"Well. It can be like this everyday. You can wake up with just me hugging you and kissing you, instead of Private hurting you. You know I'm a good cook, so you can have whatever you want, instead of being starved by that disgusting idiot. C'mon. It's what's best for you, silly."
"Huh? Not this again, Ellie, I should probably go now,"Seemore sighed sorrowfully, peeling away from his taller partner.
"At least one more kiss,"Elliot begged cajolingly.
"Of course,"Seymour said brightly, shuffling around comfortably.
Kyd smiled cunningly and soon eagerly pressed his pale lips to Seemore's own. Elliot was soon deviously caressing Seymour's smaller figure, knowing only too well that he was slyly distractind Seemore immensely. Kyd cradled Seemore to him again relaxingly, easily finding Seemore, who was once already half asleep, unintentionally lulling fast asleep again.
Okay, so maybe Seymour Smith would leave eventually.
But for now, no one was going anywhere.