AU Gakuen Fic; Matthew/Alfred Incest Taboo
anonymous
March 26 2010, 12:35:49 UTC
Matthew and Alfred Williams-Jones are twin brothers attending Gakuen Academy. Al is the school`s golden boy, while quieter Matt tends to be ignored when not on the ice with the hockey team. Neither has ever managed to have a serious relationship, until one night in their room, Matthew figures something out... Cue start of Incestuous Relationship!
Obviously incest is taboo, so they have to keep this a secret from everyone. Maybe they even try to quit but can`t? But somehow, someone finds out and spills the beans. Rumours spread like wildfire and their lives start to unravel rapidly from there. Resolution is up to anon, but OP does like her angst with a happy ending.
I have seen other AU incest fics with different plots. But something that`s very important to me in this one is that MATTHEW is the one who initiates the relationship, and who tops. (He should also be the older twin, should that come up.)
Optional Plot Bunnies:
1. Arthur is the one who tells, because he wants Alfred for himself. (NOTE: In Gakuen, Francis and Arthur are NOT the twin`s parents or older brothers, but upperclassmen at school.)
2. Kiku is the only friend of Alfred`s who doesn`t abandon him. (As a few years back, Al was the one who helped Kiku recover from his depression and self-imposed isolation, so he`s loyal to Al even if he doesn`t approve per se.)
3. Someone (Arthur, Bad Friends?) tries to force sex out of Al because of the rumours. Something like “You`re such a slut that you`ll even sleep with your own brother, why not me?” (Anon sees Al as actually getting worse than Matt because of his previous high status at the school.)
They Said to Stop [1a/?]
anonymous
March 29 2010, 19:56:31 UTC
They Said To Stop
It's probably love, love is definitely right. But why does it hurt, and why do tears await us?
Unaware of how I am, they tell me not to start, They tell me you will not come to me. Unaware of my heart, they tell me not to love, They tell me that I cannot have you.
Alfred once complained Matthew’s gaze was too intense; Matthew nearly forgot until he catches himself staring, and even now it’s too late for Francis has already called him out. So Matthew leans against the bleachers and shoots a coy smile back at Francis, shrugging his shoulders carelessly as he runs a hand through his hair.
“Yeah,” he says in response to the question just asked. “Alfred is fairly popular.”
At that Francis snorts. Sprawled as he is on the bench behind Matthew, he has to shade his eyes to look down at the field - squinting as he watches the football team run laps. “An understatement, naturally. What honour did the yearbook committee bestow upon him last year? Most likely to break hearts?”
“Sounds about right,” laughs Matthew in reply, filing his papers away and lengthening his body into a stretch. When he finishes he settles comfortably against Francis, whose eyes are still trained on the field. “I thought you were going to help me with my composition, but obviously you just wanted to ogle the cheerleaders.”
Francis is quick to grin, lazily lifting his hand to ruffle Matthew’s hair. “C’est vrai,” he drawls, fingers lingering on Matthew’s lone looping curl. “Youth is to be enjoyed! You cannot waste it writing French compositions, unless of course you are writing an ode to our school’s cheerleaders. In which case, I would be more than happy to assist.”
“I’ll email it to you tonight,” replies Matthew with a shake of his head. Stuffing his books away, he stands and hoists his knapsack onto his shoulders.
Goodbyes exchanged, Matthew leaves Francis lolling on the bleachers and makes his way back down toward the school. Matthew pauses only briefly - tries to catch Alfred’s eye as he runs past, but if his brother notices, he keeps his eyes resolutely trained on the field.
Still, Matthew has a sense of satisfaction when the coach yells, “concentrate Jones!” a minute later.
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Strange, how one sexually awakens - that one day you’re suddenly noticing the pleasing pitch of another’s voice, eyes thirsting to drink them in. Matthew was never conscious of this desire until he came home one afternoon and found Alfred sprawled across his bed, naked and half-erect.
“I couldn’t do it,” Alfred laughs, hiding his eyes with the back of his arm. “I thought it would make me an adult, y’know? But I couldn’t get it up for her, not when I thought about it. You shouldn’t treat people like that. Use them.”
And through the babble, Matthew unravels the whole story. About the college girl Alfred had met downtown, the one his friends dared him into asking out. How he’d skipped off English for the past week to meet her, pretending he knew more than he did about sex. Brought her all the way back to his room and only once they were naked realized he was too terrified to actually go through with it.
Matthew dumps his knapsack by his own bed. Sits across from his brother and finds himself admiring the profile of Alfred’s sprawled form.
“You should never have gone along with their dare in the first place,” he points out. “Wasn’t that the first clue you weren’t being mature?”
Alfred gives a quiet snort, peeks out at Matthew and rolls his eyes. “You’re only ten minutes older and not exactly an expert on social pressures,” he reminds, “but thanks for the lecture.” Then Alfred shifts, flushing as if he’s suddenly become aware of himself. “Quit staring,” he complains before scrambling to pick up his clothes, pulling them on without saying another word.
Embarrassed, Matthew pretends he wasn’t just thinking how nice Alfred’s ass is.
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anonymous
March 29 2010, 20:02:53 UTC
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Despite being twins, they’ve never kept to the same circle of friends. Perhaps its because their personalities are so different. Alfred likes attention, thrives on people noticing him and isn’t afraid to put himself out there. He’d quickly joined a half-dozen clubs their first year of high school, finally narrowing his commitments down to the football and baseball teams. Matthew reckons - rightly so - that everyone in their school knows the name “Alfred Jones”.
Matthew on the other hand has been slow to make friends. Oh there are many people he knows: upperclassmen like Ludwig and Ivan from the hockey team. Francis also quickly took him in when their French teacher recommended Matthew get an upperclassman for a tutor. But Matthew doesn’t see them much outside of school, not like Alfred who spends weekends hanging out at friends’ houses.
And wasn’t that where the trouble started? If he’d socialized more, interacted with his classmates (Ivan’s sister was his age, a cute but shy girl who sat behind him in French class) than maybe there wouldn’t be a story to tell now.
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Even when he’s nervous, Alfred is a horrible tease.
Matthew can hardly bear it anymore when Alfred presses kiss-swollen lips to his ear, laughter warm against the ear canal. “Hey, do you want to fuck me?”
And it’s always like this. Matthew waits for the invitation, the one that inevitably comes when he’s trapped Alfred against the bed and the wall. When kissing is no longer enough to satisfy them, but Matthew is too scared to act lest Alfred say no.
Funny how fear of it ending renders him motionless, when he was the one to begin everything.
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Matthew has never been entirely comfortable around Arthur. The older boy is friendly enough, but Matthew is always left with the impression there’s something Arthur doesn’t quite like about him. When he told Alfred, his brother had laughed and said he was too self-conscious. That’s Alfred’s reply to everything: “Matt, you’re too self-conscious.”
Francis is sprawled out on the bleachers again, attentive to the field. Today Matthew doesn’t let his attention wander, focuses instead on his composition; or more precisely, the red corrections Francis has marked across it. Beside him on the bench sits Arthur, fanning himself with the poems he’d been working on moments earlier.
“I can’t believe you dragged me all the way out here,” he snaps at Francis, shooting a glare his classmate’s way. “Just so you can ogle the cheerleaders!”
“Mon ami, there is sufficient eye candy for you too or else I would never have suggested you join us.”
Arthur splutters, indignant, a furious blush spread across his cheeks. He’s about to retort when Matthew gives a cough, trying to politely interrupt them. Francis seems happy enough for the distraction. He devotes so much time to Matthew’s question, Arthur leaves them in a huff - the bleachers trembling as he stalks past.
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Chapter 1! Authoranon is new to this pairing, so hopefully they're not too OOC op. I'll be working on the next part as fast as I can, but with exams beginning it might take longer than I want. Ah, hopefully this is something like you wanted too!
(Bonus points for whoever knows the song reference)
Re: They Said to Stop [1b/?]
anonymous
March 29 2010, 22:20:23 UTC
Anon, I really like how this is shaping up! And I love Alfred. He's so perfect here. Especially that part with the college girl - I can totally see him doing that!
Re: They Said to Stop [1b/?]
anonymous
March 29 2010, 22:21:33 UTC
I didn't realize how much I could enjoy a single beginning chapter of a fic, but now I know! I adore this so far, it's incredibly well written and has a beautiful flow to it that makes me want to read for ages.
Re: They Said to Stop [1b/?]
anonymous
March 29 2010, 22:47:16 UTC
Hey, Matt, you lucky bastard, I also wanna get back home to a sight of Alfred sprawled naked on a bed...*fans self*
Great beginning! I like that it's Matt's secludedness which prompts him to notice his attraction and focus on it on his brother before Alfred does. And you made them get along and
Oh, anon, I think this is excellent! They all seem right on character (in character?) to me; Al friendly and active, Francis flirty and lazy, Matthew quiet but no where as innocent as he might seem, and Arthur being, well so very Arthur-like I flail trying to find the words to fit it.
I love the brief glimpse of the future/present, and how Matt waits for Al's invitation, which is both eager and nervous. And I can't wait to follow along with your story to see how they get there! (And what will happen from there!)
They Said to Stop [2a/?]
anonymous
April 12 2010, 01:13:08 UTC
Alfred’s favourite booth isn’t tucked in a corner of the restaurant. It’s right in the middle, amongst all the chaos of the local McDonalds. He practically has to drag his brother there, using guilt tactics to remind Matthew this is the only time they’ll see each other after classes this week, and every week after.
And it’s the same deal every Thursday: a large cola, a large fries, and two double cheeseburgers. Matthew dutifully picks the pickles off his patty and leaves them for Alfred, wiping his hands on a napkin so he doesn’t have to taste dill. And there’s a routine to the motion. Alfred laughs and jokes about that one time Matthew ate too many dill chips, and Matthew kicks him under the table, reminding Alfred fast-food doesn’t stay hot long and shouldn’t he be eating the burger he insisted on having?
Alfred can’t tell his brother how much he loves this hour they spend together each week, but he feels like Matthew knows. They’ve been coming here since middle school, when their combined five-dollar allowance was enough to purchase a shared meal. The owner knows Alfred now, even offered him a job when school let’s out next summer. He certainly knows the menu by heart.
And it’s an unwritten rule that when someone from school approaches their table, undoubtedly seeking Alfred out, he smiles and politely declines to speak with them.
“Not now, I’m hanging out with my brother.”
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They’re too old to be sharing a room, that’s what Matthew says one summer. He’s already talked with their parents - plans to move his bed down to the basement. And Alfred sits stunned for a minute, staring first at his brother, then at the wall behind him; sweeps his eye up along the wallpaper border, the one with spaceships and aliens that Alfred had picked out when they were children.
“No.” Alfred is adamant, adamant, Matthew stay upstairs with him. It’s too cold in the basement, and the mould will bother Matthew’s sinuses. There isn’t even a proper fire escape, and while Alfred would risk anything for his brother in the event of disaster, isn’t it easier to just keep living upstairs?
“I’m not scared of the basement,” points out Matthew, as if insinuating Alfred is (and he isn’t, hasn’t been since he was ten). “I just thought maybe you’d like your own space.”
“But this will always be our space, whether you sleep here or not.”
The words seem to have the effect Alfred wants. Matthew sighs and gives him a perplexed look, than nods and agrees to stay.
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Maybe it’s cabin fever, but as winter drags on Alfred can’t hold in his need to see Matthew past lunch hour. There’s something desperate that begins clawing at him during second period, and before he realizes it he’s ditched his friends, setting off through the maze of hallways to find his brother.
And he feels better when they’re tucked together in the corner of a forgotten stairwell, pressed so tight he can feel the heat of Matthew’s body through his varsity jacket.
“Someone’s bound to notice if you act strange,” Matthew says in a low voice, so quiet Alfred can barely hear him. He’s paranoid about cameras and microphones, about students lingering on the upper level eavesdropping.
“I never see you anymore, not since you entered the advanced stream. I don’t see why it matters.”
And he honestly doesn’t, because it’s not like they do anything but touch. Shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, sometimes heads knocking together when Matthew leans against him, exasperated. Surely other siblings do the same, Alfred thinks. Even before this all began, it wasn’t so unusual to spend a lunch hour together.
They Said to Stop [2b/?]
anonymous
April 12 2010, 01:15:24 UTC
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Alfred can’t remember a time when he wasn’t the most outspoken kid in class. People have always been drawn to him, mimicking his actions and unconsciously assuming his manner of speech. Perhaps that’s why they’d railed against him so hard, that year Kiku became his best friend.
Kiku was quiet, like Matthew but not. Sullen is the word that still comes to mind, recalling how Kiku shut himself off from the entire school.
Then one day, one week, one month he hadn’t attended class. Alfred had asked the teacher if he couldn’t take Kiku his homework assignments, find out what was wrong. She’d been reluctant at first but finally relented. And so, clutching an address and a ridiculous amount of self-confidence, Alfred properly introduced himself to Kiku.
It didn’t go so well, at first. But he got use to the doors shut in his face; began to talk right through them. Once he discovered Kiku liked videogames, things began to improve. Soon they were having quite lively debates, which admittedly was Kiku interrupting Alfred’s long, winding monologues with a rebuttal or two, but was progress nevertheless.
Kiku returned to school a month later. Somehow, he worked hard enough to stay in Alfred’s grade, perhaps motivated to stick by the one person who had proven loyal.
It was a long time until everything was fine, but Alfred felt just being there made the situation better.
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It is Alfred’s firm belief that no one knows Matthew better than he does. They can’t possibly, because they’ll never understand what it’s like to be connected so intimately with your other half.
And that’s what Matthew is, the ‘yin to his yang’ as Kiku so eloquently puts it.
Yet Alfred hates how they have to hide everything. Hates that when Matthew fucks him, he has to suppress his screams with a mouthful of pillow. It’s not even like their parents are home - but they’re both paranoid the neighbours in the semi-detached next door will hear them.
Alfred revels in it all the same. Demands Matthew draw it out, slow and teasing, just to prolong the sensation of fitting together so perfectly.
They still sleep together at night. Not just the nights Alfred watches horror movies at Kiku’s, either. Their parents don’t care, if they notice at all. Sure it’s a little juvenile and the bed seems smaller than it use to, but Alfred doesn’t mind how Matthew wraps their bodies together, so they don’t fall out in the middle of the night.
They Said to Stop [2c/?]
anonymous
April 12 2010, 01:23:09 UTC
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Popular opinion says Arthur Kirkland has a stick up his ass.
Or at least it does after Alfred yells it in the middle of a hallway, during lunch hour no less.
It isn’t like Alfred has anything against the other boy; he just comes off as a little overbearing. And one day, he’d had enough and told Arthur so.
Things have been awkward since then. Are still awkward, and Alfred cannot believe he’s the only person - the only person in his entire school! - stuck with detention today.
Which Arthur just happens to be administering, as head of the student council.
(He wonders idly if it isn’t a conspiracy against him; if the others aren’t off in another room somewhere, having detention without him.)
“I’m suppose to meet Mattie at Mickey D’s today,” Alfred groans into his desk, face planted against the cold, smooth surface in despair.
“You shouldn’t fall asleep in class then. Third time this week! What on earth are you doing, staying up all night?” Arthur sets his book down, nails Alfred with an accusatory glare.
“Worshipping your giant eyebrows,” Alfred shoots back defensively - only to immediately regret it. He isn’t blind to how Arthur raises a hand, lets it hover self-consciously near his temple before abruptly changing course, as if he were going to scratch behind his ear the entire time.
“You’re meeting Matthew, right?” Arthur asks when the awkward moment has passed. Alfred nods his head in reply, too dejected and now too guilty to attempt speech again. “If anyone asks, I was feeling ill and let you off early.” There’s a sigh as Arthur unclasps the buckles of his messenger bag, stuffing his book inside. He mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “The things I do …”
Alfred perks up. “Really?
“I know you well enough to know you would never lie about a date with your brother,” replies Arthur dryly, sliding his bag onto his shoulder and waiting expectantly for Alfred to do the same.
Alfred’s barely listening anymore, hastily grabbing his jacket and knapsack. He’s halfway up the stairs before he thinks to turn, grinning back at Arthur. “You’re awesome, just so you know.”
“Then you can write an ode to my benevolent superiority in detention tomorrow. Now get out of my sight.”
Alfred doesn’t have to be told twice. And when he bounds into the restaurant fifteen minutes later, Matthew is still waiting for him, homework spread over the tabletop of their booth. He smiles when he sees Alfred, and it makes Alfred’s heart leap just a little, knowing Matthew is happy to see him.
He slides into the booth across from his brother, barely able to contain the grin splitting his face.
“Hey, sorry I’m late.”
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Exams exist to procrastinate, and so you get chapter two! Alfred's introductory chapter, so we can all get into his head a little. I've never really written Alfred before so hopefully he's still true to character.
And honestly, tell me if this format gets too confusing. I've got a timeline in my head but weaving everything together gets more complicated as we go along orz. Thanks to everyone who reviews!
Re: They Said to Stop [2c/?]
anonymous
April 12 2010, 02:21:58 UTC
Oh my law there are no WORDS to describe how awesome this is.
I hate this couple, with a passion, but something begged me to click on this and I did and i'm SO HAPPY. You're writing style is gorgeous, and the formatting is absol-blinking-lutely perfect. You've made me LOVE this couple. Thank you so much! Please update soon (and dont' forget to post in the fills section because I want this SO BAD)
Re: They Said to Stop [2c/?]
anonymous
April 13 2010, 12:24:27 UTC
OP is in love, and god, Alfred is PERFECT. You don`t have a thing to worry about so far as characterization goes author-anon, because it`s fantastic!!
Not that I think you have much else to worry about either. I`m loving the story! I think the time skips so far have been pretty clear; really, I`m enjoying the format a lot.
In fact, the only bad thing is that every chapter leaves me longing for the next one because it`s so good! <3<3<3
Re: They Said to Stop [2c/?]
anonymous
May 20 2010, 20:28:20 UTC
There's not much fangirling I can do on an iPhone ;; BUT WJSOAJSJSKDN JFC I LOVE THIS FIC ALREADY--EVERYTHING IS PERFECT. STARS IN MY EYES ANON--PLEASE UPDATE ASAP. HAVE MY INTERNET
Obviously incest is taboo, so they have to keep this a secret from everyone. Maybe they even try to quit but can`t? But somehow, someone finds out and spills the beans. Rumours spread like wildfire and their lives start to unravel rapidly from there. Resolution is up to anon, but OP does like her angst with a happy ending.
I have seen other AU incest fics with different plots. But something that`s very important to me in this one is that MATTHEW is the one who initiates the relationship, and who tops. (He should also be the older twin, should that come up.)
Optional Plot Bunnies:
1. Arthur is the one who tells, because he wants Alfred for himself. (NOTE: In Gakuen, Francis and Arthur are NOT the twin`s parents or older brothers, but upperclassmen at school.)
2. Kiku is the only friend of Alfred`s who doesn`t abandon him. (As a few years back, Al was the one who helped Kiku recover from his depression and self-imposed isolation, so he`s loyal to Al even if he doesn`t approve per se.)
3. Someone (Arthur, Bad Friends?) tries to force sex out of Al because of the rumours. Something like “You`re such a slut that you`ll even sleep with your own brother, why not me?” (Anon sees Al as actually getting worse than Matt because of his previous high status at the school.)
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It's probably love, love is definitely right.
But why does it hurt, and why do tears await us?
Unaware of how I am, they tell me not to start,
They tell me you will not come to me.
Unaware of my heart, they tell me not to love,
They tell me that I cannot have you.
Alfred once complained Matthew’s gaze was too intense; Matthew nearly forgot until he catches himself staring, and even now it’s too late for Francis has already called him out. So Matthew leans against the bleachers and shoots a coy smile back at Francis, shrugging his shoulders carelessly as he runs a hand through his hair.
“Yeah,” he says in response to the question just asked. “Alfred is fairly popular.”
At that Francis snorts. Sprawled as he is on the bench behind Matthew, he has to shade his eyes to look down at the field - squinting as he watches the football team run laps. “An understatement, naturally. What honour did the yearbook committee bestow upon him last year? Most likely to break hearts?”
“Sounds about right,” laughs Matthew in reply, filing his papers away and lengthening his body into a stretch. When he finishes he settles comfortably against Francis, whose eyes are still trained on the field. “I thought you were going to help me with my composition, but obviously you just wanted to ogle the cheerleaders.”
Francis is quick to grin, lazily lifting his hand to ruffle Matthew’s hair. “C’est vrai,” he drawls, fingers lingering on Matthew’s lone looping curl. “Youth is to be enjoyed! You cannot waste it writing French compositions, unless of course you are writing an ode to our school’s cheerleaders. In which case, I would be more than happy to assist.”
“I’ll email it to you tonight,” replies Matthew with a shake of his head. Stuffing his books away, he stands and hoists his knapsack onto his shoulders.
Goodbyes exchanged, Matthew leaves Francis lolling on the bleachers and makes his way back down toward the school. Matthew pauses only briefly - tries to catch Alfred’s eye as he runs past, but if his brother notices, he keeps his eyes resolutely trained on the field.
Still, Matthew has a sense of satisfaction when the coach yells, “concentrate Jones!” a minute later.
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Strange, how one sexually awakens - that one day you’re suddenly noticing the pleasing pitch of another’s voice, eyes thirsting to drink them in. Matthew was never conscious of this desire until he came home one afternoon and found Alfred sprawled across his bed, naked and half-erect.
“I couldn’t do it,” Alfred laughs, hiding his eyes with the back of his arm. “I thought it would make me an adult, y’know? But I couldn’t get it up for her, not when I thought about it. You shouldn’t treat people like that. Use them.”
And through the babble, Matthew unravels the whole story. About the college girl Alfred had met downtown, the one his friends dared him into asking out. How he’d skipped off English for the past week to meet her, pretending he knew more than he did about sex. Brought her all the way back to his room and only once they were naked realized he was too terrified to actually go through with it.
Matthew dumps his knapsack by his own bed. Sits across from his brother and finds himself admiring the profile of Alfred’s sprawled form.
“You should never have gone along with their dare in the first place,” he points out. “Wasn’t that the first clue you weren’t being mature?”
Alfred gives a quiet snort, peeks out at Matthew and rolls his eyes. “You’re only ten minutes older and not exactly an expert on social pressures,” he reminds, “but thanks for the lecture.” Then Alfred shifts, flushing as if he’s suddenly become aware of himself. “Quit staring,” he complains before scrambling to pick up his clothes, pulling them on without saying another word.
Embarrassed, Matthew pretends he wasn’t just thinking how nice Alfred’s ass is.
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Despite being twins, they’ve never kept to the same circle of friends. Perhaps its because their personalities are so different. Alfred likes attention, thrives on people noticing him and isn’t afraid to put himself out there. He’d quickly joined a half-dozen clubs their first year of high school, finally narrowing his commitments down to the football and baseball teams. Matthew reckons - rightly so - that everyone in their school knows the name “Alfred Jones”.
Matthew on the other hand has been slow to make friends. Oh there are many people he knows: upperclassmen like Ludwig and Ivan from the hockey team. Francis also quickly took him in when their French teacher recommended Matthew get an upperclassman for a tutor. But Matthew doesn’t see them much outside of school, not like Alfred who spends weekends hanging out at friends’ houses.
And wasn’t that where the trouble started? If he’d socialized more, interacted with his classmates (Ivan’s sister was his age, a cute but shy girl who sat behind him in French class) than maybe there wouldn’t be a story to tell now.
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Even when he’s nervous, Alfred is a horrible tease.
Matthew can hardly bear it anymore when Alfred presses kiss-swollen lips to his ear, laughter warm against the ear canal. “Hey, do you want to fuck me?”
And it’s always like this. Matthew waits for the invitation, the one that inevitably comes when he’s trapped Alfred against the bed and the wall. When kissing is no longer enough to satisfy them, but Matthew is too scared to act lest Alfred say no.
Funny how fear of it ending renders him motionless, when he was the one to begin everything.
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Matthew has never been entirely comfortable around Arthur. The older boy is friendly enough, but Matthew is always left with the impression there’s something Arthur doesn’t quite like about him. When he told Alfred, his brother had laughed and said he was too self-conscious. That’s Alfred’s reply to everything: “Matt, you’re too self-conscious.”
Francis is sprawled out on the bleachers again, attentive to the field. Today Matthew doesn’t let his attention wander, focuses instead on his composition; or more precisely, the red corrections Francis has marked across it. Beside him on the bench sits Arthur, fanning himself with the poems he’d been working on moments earlier.
“I can’t believe you dragged me all the way out here,” he snaps at Francis, shooting a glare his classmate’s way. “Just so you can ogle the cheerleaders!”
“Mon ami, there is sufficient eye candy for you too or else I would never have suggested you join us.”
Arthur splutters, indignant, a furious blush spread across his cheeks. He’s about to retort when Matthew gives a cough, trying to politely interrupt them. Francis seems happy enough for the distraction. He devotes so much time to Matthew’s question, Arthur leaves them in a huff - the bleachers trembling as he stalks past.
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Chapter 1! Authoranon is new to this pairing, so hopefully they're not too OOC op. I'll be working on the next part as fast as I can, but with exams beginning it might take longer than I want. Ah, hopefully this is something like you wanted too!
(Bonus points for whoever knows the song reference)
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Great beginning! I like that it's Matt's secludedness which prompts him to notice his attraction and focus on it on his brother before Alfred does. And you made them get along and
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I love the brief glimpse of the future/present, and how Matt waits for Al's invitation, which is both eager and nervous. And I can't wait to follow along with your story to see how they get there! (And what will happen from there!)
Thank you so much!
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And it’s the same deal every Thursday: a large cola, a large fries, and two double cheeseburgers. Matthew dutifully picks the pickles off his patty and leaves them for Alfred, wiping his hands on a napkin so he doesn’t have to taste dill. And there’s a routine to the motion. Alfred laughs and jokes about that one time Matthew ate too many dill chips, and Matthew kicks him under the table, reminding Alfred fast-food doesn’t stay hot long and shouldn’t he be eating the burger he insisted on having?
Alfred can’t tell his brother how much he loves this hour they spend together each week, but he feels like Matthew knows. They’ve been coming here since middle school, when their combined five-dollar allowance was enough to purchase a shared meal. The owner knows Alfred now, even offered him a job when school let’s out next summer. He certainly knows the menu by heart.
And it’s an unwritten rule that when someone from school approaches their table, undoubtedly seeking Alfred out, he smiles and politely declines to speak with them.
“Not now, I’m hanging out with my brother.”
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They’re too old to be sharing a room, that’s what Matthew says one summer. He’s already talked with their parents - plans to move his bed down to the basement. And Alfred sits stunned for a minute, staring first at his brother, then at the wall behind him; sweeps his eye up along the wallpaper border, the one with spaceships and aliens that Alfred had picked out when they were children.
“No.” Alfred is adamant, adamant, Matthew stay upstairs with him. It’s too cold in the basement, and the mould will bother Matthew’s sinuses. There isn’t even a proper fire escape, and while Alfred would risk anything for his brother in the event of disaster, isn’t it easier to just keep living upstairs?
“I’m not scared of the basement,” points out Matthew, as if insinuating Alfred is (and he isn’t, hasn’t been since he was ten). “I just thought maybe you’d like your own space.”
“But this will always be our space, whether you sleep here or not.”
The words seem to have the effect Alfred wants. Matthew sighs and gives him a perplexed look, than nods and agrees to stay.
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Maybe it’s cabin fever, but as winter drags on Alfred can’t hold in his need to see Matthew past lunch hour. There’s something desperate that begins clawing at him during second period, and before he realizes it he’s ditched his friends, setting off through the maze of hallways to find his brother.
And he feels better when they’re tucked together in the corner of a forgotten stairwell, pressed so tight he can feel the heat of Matthew’s body through his varsity jacket.
“Someone’s bound to notice if you act strange,” Matthew says in a low voice, so quiet Alfred can barely hear him. He’s paranoid about cameras and microphones, about students lingering on the upper level eavesdropping.
“I never see you anymore, not since you entered the advanced stream. I don’t see why it matters.”
And he honestly doesn’t, because it’s not like they do anything but touch. Shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, sometimes heads knocking together when Matthew leans against him, exasperated. Surely other siblings do the same, Alfred thinks. Even before this all began, it wasn’t so unusual to spend a lunch hour together.
Things have just become more impulsive, is all.
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Alfred can’t remember a time when he wasn’t the most outspoken kid in class. People have always been drawn to him, mimicking his actions and unconsciously assuming his manner of speech. Perhaps that’s why they’d railed against him so hard, that year Kiku became his best friend.
Kiku was quiet, like Matthew but not. Sullen is the word that still comes to mind, recalling how Kiku shut himself off from the entire school.
Then one day, one week, one month he hadn’t attended class. Alfred had asked the teacher if he couldn’t take Kiku his homework assignments, find out what was wrong. She’d been reluctant at first but finally relented. And so, clutching an address and a ridiculous amount of self-confidence, Alfred properly introduced himself to Kiku.
It didn’t go so well, at first. But he got use to the doors shut in his face; began to talk right through them. Once he discovered Kiku liked videogames, things began to improve. Soon they were having quite lively debates, which admittedly was Kiku interrupting Alfred’s long, winding monologues with a rebuttal or two, but was progress nevertheless.
Kiku returned to school a month later. Somehow, he worked hard enough to stay in Alfred’s grade, perhaps motivated to stick by the one person who had proven loyal.
It was a long time until everything was fine, but Alfred felt just being there made the situation better.
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It is Alfred’s firm belief that no one knows Matthew better than he does. They can’t possibly, because they’ll never understand what it’s like to be connected so intimately with your other half.
And that’s what Matthew is, the ‘yin to his yang’ as Kiku so eloquently puts it.
Yet Alfred hates how they have to hide everything. Hates that when Matthew fucks him, he has to suppress his screams with a mouthful of pillow. It’s not even like their parents are home - but they’re both paranoid the neighbours in the semi-detached next door will hear them.
Alfred revels in it all the same. Demands Matthew draw it out, slow and teasing, just to prolong the sensation of fitting together so perfectly.
They still sleep together at night. Not just the nights Alfred watches horror movies at Kiku’s, either. Their parents don’t care, if they notice at all. Sure it’s a little juvenile and the bed seems smaller than it use to, but Alfred doesn’t mind how Matthew wraps their bodies together, so they don’t fall out in the middle of the night.
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Popular opinion says Arthur Kirkland has a stick up his ass.
Or at least it does after Alfred yells it in the middle of a hallway, during lunch hour no less.
It isn’t like Alfred has anything against the other boy; he just comes off as a little overbearing. And one day, he’d had enough and told Arthur so.
Things have been awkward since then. Are still awkward, and Alfred cannot believe he’s the only person - the only person in his entire school! - stuck with detention today.
Which Arthur just happens to be administering, as head of the student council.
(He wonders idly if it isn’t a conspiracy against him; if the others aren’t off in another room somewhere, having detention without him.)
“I’m suppose to meet Mattie at Mickey D’s today,” Alfred groans into his desk, face planted against the cold, smooth surface in despair.
“You shouldn’t fall asleep in class then. Third time this week! What on earth are you doing, staying up all night?” Arthur sets his book down, nails Alfred with an accusatory glare.
“Worshipping your giant eyebrows,” Alfred shoots back defensively - only to immediately regret it. He isn’t blind to how Arthur raises a hand, lets it hover self-consciously near his temple before abruptly changing course, as if he were going to scratch behind his ear the entire time.
“You’re meeting Matthew, right?” Arthur asks when the awkward moment has passed. Alfred nods his head in reply, too dejected and now too guilty to attempt speech again. “If anyone asks, I was feeling ill and let you off early.” There’s a sigh as Arthur unclasps the buckles of his messenger bag, stuffing his book inside. He mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “The things I do …”
Alfred perks up. “Really?
“I know you well enough to know you would never lie about a date with your brother,” replies Arthur dryly, sliding his bag onto his shoulder and waiting expectantly for Alfred to do the same.
Alfred’s barely listening anymore, hastily grabbing his jacket and knapsack. He’s halfway up the stairs before he thinks to turn, grinning back at Arthur. “You’re awesome, just so you know.”
“Then you can write an ode to my benevolent superiority in detention tomorrow. Now get out of my sight.”
Alfred doesn’t have to be told twice. And when he bounds into the restaurant fifteen minutes later, Matthew is still waiting for him, homework spread over the tabletop of their booth. He smiles when he sees Alfred, and it makes Alfred’s heart leap just a little, knowing Matthew is happy to see him.
He slides into the booth across from his brother, barely able to contain the grin splitting his face.
“Hey, sorry I’m late.”
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Exams exist to procrastinate, and so you get chapter two! Alfred's introductory chapter, so we can all get into his head a little. I've never really written Alfred before so hopefully he's still true to character.
And honestly, tell me if this format gets too confusing. I've got a timeline in my head but weaving everything together gets more complicated as we go along orz. Thanks to everyone who reviews!
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I hate this couple, with a passion, but something begged me to click on this and I did and i'm SO HAPPY. You're writing style is gorgeous, and the formatting is absol-blinking-lutely perfect. You've made me LOVE this couple. Thank you so much! Please update soon (and dont' forget to post in the fills section because I want this SO BAD)
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recaptcha: provide smelting lololol
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Not that I think you have much else to worry about either. I`m loving the story! I think the time skips so far have been pretty clear; really, I`m enjoying the format a lot.
In fact, the only bad thing is that every chapter leaves me longing for the next one because it`s so good! <3<3<3
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