Chapter 9
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Gilbert was sat on the chair opposite Arthur in his bedroom, smirking to himself as he watched him read. A small smile crossed his face at the adorably content expression on his face. To Arthur, it was pure bliss. Reading was something that never got old; he was sure he would still be doing it in a thousand years! He loved his armchair and his favourite Sherlock Holmes novel...
"So" said Gilbert, kicking Arthur's leg to catch his attention.
"So?" asked Arthur, raising his eyebrow and looking up from his book, boosting Gilbert's ego slightly. Only he could get Arthur to abandon his zen state, just for a chat. Just for him.
"Your little fanboys and girls are chasing you?" he sniggered.
"Shut up!" said Arthur, turning red.
"Kesesese, me and Toni were betting on how long it would take them to find you~"
"...Keith found me last night, or more like I let him find me" mumbled Arthur thoughtfully.
"Oh? Why?" asked Gilbert leaning forwards curiously. He was most definitely not jealous.
"I wanted to speak with him" he replied haughtily.
"You missed them" grinned Gilbert victoriously
"Shut up"
"Kesesese, wait until Francy pants hears this! You do have a heart!" cackled Gilbert, springing from his chair.
"No Gilbert don't-"
Too late, the albino was already gone.
Arthur shrugged, returning to his book; too tired to chase him.
...Not long left now.
Arthur sighed breathlessly, gazing into the distance through his window. It was dusk, the sun was setting and he made sure to steer clear of the window.
Another stab of arousal ran through him. Not long left at all.
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Lovino could smell it.
He could smell the mouth-wateringly sweet scent of Arthur's arousal. It was beautiful. Euphoric, even. All he wanted to do was get closer and closer until nobody but he could cause such emotions in Arthur again.
No one.
He knew it was the incubus in him talking but he agreed whole heartedly. Arthur was simply divine, not only in looks but his personality too...
And that smell!
God, it made him want to do everything and anything with Arthur. From kinks to just plain vanilla sex, which sounded pretty fucking incredible alone,if you asked him and it was a pretty big feat to get Lovino interested without offering something incredibly exciting, he wanted to know everything about Arthur!
Screw indifference!
When he was younger he certainly got around, vampires gossip more than middle aged house wives! It helps prevent boredom, the drama and secrecy of talking about it was so exciting some people just couldn't resist. *cough, Francis, cough*
But Lovino wasn't one of those nosy bastards, he definitely didn't grill Francis for details.
Yeah right, he wasn't fooling anyone.
Thank God Arthur's oblivious! Or rather, thank Arthur... He wondered briefly if he could pray to him; send him dirty images...
Nah, wishful thinking- he just wanted that mind link the others had discussed but apparently, subconsciously or not, Arthur wasn't letting anyone in yet. He could feel the block, a mental wall keeping him and everyone else out. But he could practically see the light shining from the edges of the doorway!
Arthur was such a tease!
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Matthew sighed for what felt like the millionth time as he fixed his hair again. They wouldn't stop messing with it! They were belittling him and acting as if he couldn't handle even the most simple of tasks! It was frustrating beyond belief!
"Hey kiddo, what's wrong?" asked Alana gently, wrapping an arm around Matthew's shoulders.
Lie ,lie, lie, lie!
This was a perfect opportunity! Quick tell her something cute!
"...Everyone keeps treating me like a child. I hate it." he blurted.
"Ah, I see"
Shit! Oh great, he told her the truth. There was just something about Alana that made it impossible to lie to her... People were always seeking her approval. It was even worse with Arthur; people took it to the extreme when it came to his lovely hero. Now he sounded like his brother.
"Well, it's only natural. None of them know you're not actually a kid" she said amused, bumping his shoulder with hers playfully.
"Hey Alana..." began Matthew warily.
"Hm?" she asked with a warm smile.
"How did you know I wasn't a kid?"
She gave him a thoughtful look, so intense and analytical it made him want to squirm.
"Your eyes." she answered finally but firmly.
"Uh?" he said unsurely.
"They hold wisdom far beyond that of a child's. Eyes that have seen awful things but come back from the brink every time. You are no mere child Matthew."
"I...See." He said thoughtfully.
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Alfred was bouncing up and down on the balls of his heels, watching Arthur read from the doorway. It took a loud ahem sound to gain Arthur's attention. Alfred wished someone would pay him that much attention, Arthur was clutching the book and devoting everything he had to it.
"Ah Alfred. Come in, don't linger in the doorway" he chuckled and Alfred bounced into the room, he began to rant about heroes and a cartoon he had watched on TV, unaware he had lost Arthur's attention.
"Mhmm mhm" Arthur made noises of agreement occasionally, he didn't mean to be rude but... Sherlock was calling to him. Just begging to be read.
"..."
It took a few moments for Arthur to realise Alfred had stopped his rant.
He looked up in surprise to see Alfred staring at him intensely, as if he would disappear if he turned away.
"Is there something wrong?" frowned Arthur.
"Y'know Artie, you're really pretty" said the boy thoughtfully.
Arthur turned crimson and started spluttering.
"I- I most certainly am not!"
"Yes you are!"
"No I'm not!"
"Are so!" persisted Alfred, frowning fiercely at the opposition he received.
"Isnt he just?" came a warm voice from the doorway and Arthur groaned.
"Not you too lanny! I'm not getting out of this one am I?"
"Nope~" they answered in unison.
He slid down in his chair and Alfred giggled when he heard him say:
"Meanies"
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