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Scottie Doesn't Know(Lustra): ScotCan UkCan
Warning: Manipulation, Cheating, Guilt, Sexual mentions, Punk!England, possible Oocness(I know their will be oocness), Human AU.
Standing in the doorway with a fake smile on his lips Matthew tipped his head up to receive his kiss. A honk of the car horn made his boyfriend pull away quickly and run to the car.
"See ye later Matte!" keeping up his faux smile Matthew waved as the car took off with the men inside cheering for the local pub. Once the car turned onto another road did he allow the smile to fall as he allowed his fingers to clench into the cotton of his turtleneck. He turns, door closing behind him as he makes his way to the kitchen.
At these times Matthew cooks a lot because he knows, knows that Allistor uses this time to pick up a few girls. Before it made Matthew heartbroken when he smelled the perfume on the other's clothing and body when the Scott came home and when Matthew did his laundry. Now on the other hand Matthew grew used to it and treated it with indifference but while his boyfriend is gone Matthew can't help but cook an armies worth of food and then give it to the neighbors saying that he had extra.
Tying his hair back and putting on an apron Matthew washed his hands - after pulling up his sleeves - before starting on his first dish.
Sometime later Matthew is stirring the batter to his fifth dish when the doorbell rings. It defiantly wasn't Allistor since he always knocked and called his name when he visited or returned. Placing the bowl onto the tabletop Matthew washes his hands and takes off his apron before going to answer the door.
It was a pleasant surprise when Arthur was there.
"Hello Arthur." Matthew said smiling innocently as he held the door open silently inviting the Brit inside.
The English punk - dressed in a neon green ripped sleeved Union Jack shirt and ripped black jeans with black buckled boots - smiled as well, though it was more of a smirk.
"Hello Matthew." Arthur greeted back entering the house.
The smell filling the cozy house filled Arthur's nose making his bushy brows furrow.
"Allistor is gone I take it." smile thinning Matthew nodded as he hurried into the kitchen to turn off the heat on the oven.
"He's out drinking at the pub." Matthew sighed as he came back giving Arthur a look of apology for leaving.
Arthur waved away the look inwardly grinning at this lucky turn of events.
"You must get lonely being by yourself for long periods of time." Arthur said cautiously.
"I…suppose, this house feels all the more empty." Matthew agreed, frowning softly.
"Well what if…I stay with you?" instantly a smile came to Matthew's face, amethyst eyes brightening up.
"R-really? You would stay here and keep me company?" nodding Arthur went to sit besides Matthew, rather closely as well. Matthew - curious by the almost lack of space gave Arthur a, now, confused smile.
Arthur continued to look at the Canadian.
"How does my brother treat you?" memories of fights and beatings filled Arthur's mind as he asked the Canadian the question.
Brushing back his hair and keeping his hands in his lap Matthew smiled softly.
"He treats me well, he's a gentle giant…it's just that…" Matthew's head lowered allowing his hair to hide his expression.
"When he goes to the pub with his friends he always comes back very late smelling of girls' perfume."
"And you let him do this to you?" a soft shrug.
"Why?" Arthur continued.
"He loves me." Matthew whispered.
"That doesn't seem very much like love, luv." the Brit said inching closer.
"It may not seem so…but I'm sure he loves me." the Canadian murmured.
"Oh, Matthew…why don't I show you what love is?" Matthew froze as the Brit's hand lightly touched his knee, inching upward. Stuttering a response Arthur's other hand went to the Canadian's chin tilting it up as he leaned forward to gently press their lips together. The reaction was instant, one minute Arthur was a second from deepening the kiss and the next minute Matthew is pressed against the wall opposite him with a wide eyed expression mixed between surprise and disbelief.
"Matthew."
"M-my apologies for b-being rude but c-can you let y-yourself out?" Matthew stuttered.
Arthur sighed and stood sending a look back to Matthew before exiting the house.
Matthew allows himself to slide down the wall until his bottom hit's the floor, resting his chin on his knees with his arms wrapped around said appendages he stares at the opposite wall in shame. He isn't ashamed for allowing Arthur that kiss,
He's ashamed for enjoying it.
The light barely there brushes of their lips, the hand upon his leg slowly inching up.
How he almost kissed back.
He shook his head and burrowed his face into his knees.
He wouldn't stoop to Allistor's level.
Two wrongs don't make a right.
He was already tainted for allowing Arthur to touch him, to mark him, to enjoy it.
Wrong, wrong, wrong only Allistor was allowed to do that. He wasn't supposed to enjoy Arthur's kiss.
But the kiss was so gentle… a small part of his mind whimpered.
'No, put it out of your mind Matthew.'
I want more.
'No Matthew.'
More?
'No.'
Please?
'No.'
Just a little bit?
"No!" Matthew yells in the quiet house.
Silence.
The voice decides to be pitiful.
He sat a moment longer in guilt for that kiss. How could he? How dare he? There is a knock on the door and a loud call of his name. Looking over at the clock Matthew realizes that he had been sitting for a long moment. Hesitant and still very guilty Matthew wipes at his eyes before opening the door. His glasses are in his left hand as he rubs his closed eyes.
"Hi Allisto-" his breath catches when he opens the door, one of his eyes now open, forced smile dead.
"Hi!" a preppy floozy looking blonde said makeup caked on her face, smile to wide, to sneer-ish.
Before Matthew can say anything Allistor - dead drunk as always - has already pushed in, the girl at his side clinging to him with a flutter of her lashes. Matthew watches as Allistor takes the girl to their room before closing and locking the door behind him. Matthew walks out of the door and closes it behind him before falling to his bum in shock. The songs of crickets are his lullaby as he cries.
…
After that night Matthew see's more of that girl, along with other girls. He doesn't understand why Allistor is doing this to him, is he not enough? He wishes to question Allistor on this but puts it off with non-existent chores.
He doesn't want to seem clingy.
Besides Allistor still loves him.
At least that is what he says when it's just them with no invited girls.
…
The next time Arthur comes over he is able to get his hand on the middle of Matthew's leg - after the Canadian's knee - and he was able to get a more firmer kiss on Matthew's lips.
He doesn't question Matthew's slight change.
But that doesn't mean they go any farther.
…
"Allistor!"
Matthew ignores the girl's scream of his boyfriends name and pushes back up his glasses looking over the textbook before him.
He lowers his eyes and rubs his temples.
'You deserve it for cheating.'
He can't help but agree.
…
It's so soft and gentle! Can't we just…?
'No.' Matthew thinks as his finger's lightly runs threw the back of Arthur's head as he presses his lips more to Arthur's. The Brit soaks it up like a sponge and his hands run up and down repeatedly on his back.
He can't believe he was doing this.
…
"Ah luv ye Matte! 'ave a good dey a' church!" and even as Allistor says that - blowing a kiss to the faux smiling blonde - Matthew doesn't believe him.
He doesn't deserve him.
…
"Shouldn't you be in church?" Arthur pants behind him, Matthew's fingers tighten around the seat cushions, his head resting on the window breathe fogging up said window.
Arthur gains a soft moan along with a hysterical answer in French.
It was amusing since Arthur spoke fluent French, insulting a Frenchman in his mother language was his favorite pass time. He hums against the back of Matthew's head understand a few snip-bits of the answer. Perhaps a "yes!" maybe a "your fault" and an "oh god!"? Arthur raises a brow and a moment later Matthew cries out again.
"Why don't you pray while you're on your knees?" With each word Matthew's senses were on overload.
Looking over his shoulder to Arthur he nods slowly and turns back to the window before beginning. It's rather unfair since Arthur's speed increases.
"Not-notreeeee Père-re, quuuui essss - oh! - a-aux cie-cieux," Matthew pauses to pant and licks at his drying lips, "Q-que tonnnn no-nom soitttt Sanc-Sanctifié, quuuue too - ooh - oon règneeee vieeeenne, queeeee taaaaa - ah! - vol-volonté so-soit - oh mon dieu! - fai-faite suuuuur la ter-re-terre commeee a-auuu ci-ci-cieeeeel!"
Arthur is amused when Matthew is no longer able to continue onto the second verse of the prayer.
But most of all Arthur never believed he would find French so…arousing.
Must be one of the things only Matthew can make him like.
A sharp cry from the Canadian brings Arthur to the edge.
…
"Ah will see ye later." Allistor gives the Canadian a smile pulling him into a hug. Matthew looks down and ignores the coldness that surrounds him. He could already smell the perfume on Allistor as the Scotsman walks to his friend's car.
…
"Oui! Right there!" Matthew cries legs tightening around Arthur's waist as his finger's twist into the blankets.
Arthur's face is against his shoulder as he pants heavily.
Matthew is supposed to be shopping.
He was going to regret this.
…
Allistor presses a kiss to Matthew's head, it lacked it's usual warmth. Matthew's smile is fake and stressed.
'He doesn't love you anymore and you deserve it because you're disgusting.'
When Allistor doesn't look Matthew allows a tear to fall.
…
"Arthur." Matthew murmurs, slowly blinking, cell phone in hand and dial tone ringing from hanging up moments before.
"Hmm?" Arthur hums mouth lazily pressing kisses to Matthew's shoulder.
"I want you to yell at me." Matthew whispered tears beginning to fill his eyes. Confused the Brit pushed himself onto his elbows.
"Why is that, Luv?"
"I've been cheating on Allistor with you. This isn't right." Matthew replied shakily looking up at Arthur with a heartbroken expression. Arthur sighed sadly guilt beginning to fill him.
"It's my fault luv." Matthew turned away, his back facing Arthur.
"It's my fault; I gave into your advances." Matthew murmurs.
"I was the one who kissed you that first time."
"It's not your fault."
"Then it's not yours either."
'Yes it is.'
Matthew doesn't say anything.
…
Matthew walks up to his house and withdrew the key in his pocket. He sighs softly as he unlocks the door and enters. He watches with cool indifference as Allistor looks up from the couch with a busty raven haired woman. The woman looks confused as to why he was here, huh, she must be new.
"Matte…"
"I'll be in our room Allistor." Matthew interrupts walking to the room as the raven haired girl begins to yell at Allistor. She's very different; the other girls didn't care a bit.
…
"'ts for the best Matte." Allistor says guiltily. Matthew looks at him tiredly and sadly.
"Okay." raising himself onto his toes Matthew kisses the Scotsman on his cheek.
"I wish you happiness." Matthew said waving as Allistor places his last box into his friend's car.
…
"Where's Allistor?" Arthur says looking around.
"We broke up." Matthew whispered looking down at his tea before taking a sip.
"Really?" Matthew nods, slowly looking at Arthur before standing and walking over to the Brit.
Arthur is slightly surprised when the Canadian sits in his lap.
"You wanted this didn't you?" Matthew murmurs brushing his lips against Arthur's jaw line.
It feels so wrong, Arthur notes.
"Matthew are you well?" Arthur questioned holding onto Matthew's shoulders to stop him.
Matthew simply looks at him with broken eyes.
Kage: I don't know. This doesn't match the song much. I Must have been upset while writing this. I may make a number two of this a rewrite of sorts. -Shrugs- Probably not.
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