"What?" Alfred asked, a confused expression on his face. The gaze of the four humans switched to Allen.
"What?" He asked, echoing Alfred's question. "He wanted to be a werewolf, so I made him a werewolf. Sue if ya got a problem with it," he said defensively.
Oliver stood up and patted Allen's shoulder. "No, dear, it's just we all had a plan, and it was going to be a surprise."
"What?" Allen said again. Any more whats and this could lead to some thrift shopping.
"We want you to have a pack. So... That would be us," James piped in. "Ollie wanted it to be a surprise, but McDouble over here ruined it."
Alfred bristled at the nickname, but said nothing in response. He was too busy watching Allen tear up. Of course, it was actually allergies, haha what cool cats like him don't cry!
Allen wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Really? You're not kidding me?" After looking at each of them and being reassured that no, they weren't kidding, he grinned and threw his arms around his boyfriend. He peppered his face with kisses, laughing and crying at the same time.
"I love you guys! I love you guys so much! Oh, jeez, look at me, blubbering like a baby. I just-I can't believe it; I've never had a pack before. Not even my folks cared about me that much. They were always kinda afraid of me, ya know? Never said it, but I could tell. But-but you guys... When I'm with you guys, I feel like you're my real family. Shit, I'm so sappy, listen to me! Christ..." He grinned and plopped down on the floor, where he sat cross legged and stared up at his family. "You guys are great. You don't understand how happy I am right now, well, I mean that's a wolf thing, so yeah. Emotions are magnified and all that; it's weird. Being a wolf is weird. I-are you guys, like, sure you wanna do this? There's no going back. All of you are sure?"
"Ah, here's the thing," Oliver said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'll be staying as is, dear. Someone needs to be around to unlock the door and all that, and we figured it would be safer for one of us to do it rather than tell someone else. We drew straws; it was quite fair. Don't worry, I'm alright with it. You know how squeamish I get; wouldn't want to faint from being bitten."
Allen's grin drooped slightly, but was back in full force a second later. "That's smart, I guess. Heh, you always were the smart one of us; somebody's gotta think of these things. Anybody else wanna opt out? Now's your chance."
"Now that you mention it," Arthur started, beginning to wonder if maybe this wasn't the greatest plan.
"Shut it, Art," James silenced him. He was just being a chicken shit like earlier; he'd get over it.
"Hey J, cool it," Allen scolded. "Art has the right to say no; body autonomy and whatever. Go on Artie."
"Thank you, Allen. As I was saying," Arthur said, his eyes shooting daggers at James. "Perhaps I should be the one to remain human? Or, at least, as human as I can be while in possession of magic. Everyone knows that magic and curses like lycanthropy don't mix well, and I don't fancy losing something I've worked very hard on. And who knows? I might find a way to make you all more aware on full moons; magic is generally good for that sort of thing. Oliver, what do you think?"
Everyone turned to stare at the red head, who looked a bit embarrassed with the attention he was currently receiving. "I... I think it's a smashing idea, chaps. Well, what are we waiting for? Chivvy along, Allen, haven't got all day," he teased.
Allen jumped to his feet and pressed his lips to Oliver's, and, before anyone could even blink, he but down suddenly, causing a pained gasp from the latter.
They continued to kiss, Allen hoping that it would distract his boyfriend from the blood.
"Well," Alfred said finally, having been shockingly quiet the entire time. "Who's ready to get bit?" He looked back and forth between his brother and James, waiting for one of them to decide. When neither did, he went with an old standby.
"Eenie meenie miney Mattie! You're up!"