How to leave the closet (107/?)
anonymous
May 16 2010, 15:48:00 UTC
"Probably." Arthur looked down and shuddered. It was unpleasant to think about what Francis might've been doing to the guy. And what he could have done to him! Arthur closed his eyes. Fuck, it made sense. That was the reason why Raivis left so suddenly. People said he had a nervous breakdown, but he probably also had his pride bend to the point where it snapped.
Something warm crept around Arthur's shoulders. As he opened his eyes, Alfred had moved to sit next to him, his arm swung around his shoulders in a kind gesture. He was looking at him, sweetly.
"You don't have to worry. If he hasn't had ya yet, I'll make sure he doesn't get ya!" The words were so childishly heroic that Arthur couldn't hold back a laugh.
"I am a big man, I can protect myself," he smiled. Alfred grinned.
"Yeah, but I'll be a backup-group, then!"
"A group of one?"
"I have the strength of three!"
"True." Arthur leaned a little in. Alfred let him without moving or trying anything. It was as if they had both found peace in the situation. "Alfred?" Arthur whispered after a while.
"Mhmm?"
"I like you. A whole lot." He could feel how Alfred stiffened, and his pulse speeded up a little.
"I, uhm, I also like you. A lot, Arthur." Arthur smiled a little.
"I know. I read your blog."
"Yeah, I- what!" Arthur chuckled and looked at Alfred with a raised brow.
"Eduard showed me."
"You know Eduard?"
"He's just become a part of the staff."
"Oh man." Alfred looked away. "Uhm, what did you read?"
"Enough." Arthur sat up. "And I think we need to speak it through now."
"Yeah, probably, yeah…" Alfred looked at him. Then down. "Whatcha wanna know?"
"About your life.." Arthur sloped his head to the side. "Tell me. Tell me the story. Tell me how it all ended up like.. This." Alfred nodded slowly.
"It's a lot."
"I don't mind."
"Okay, uhm, well…" Alfred stretched his legs and drew in air, ready to begin a tale. "I don't know what daddy thought before we was born, but mommy told us, that is Matthew and me, that he had had another love before her. Some bimbo from Europe - no offence." Arthur just rolled his eyes. "Anyway, well, he had this girl with her. And he loved her, but he didn't love the mother, but he loved our mom. Yeah, a mess, I kno'. Anyway, they were supposed to just fuck around. Grandpa is pretty wealthy, so she was supposed to marry a man that was just as wealthy. So they shouldn't have kids. But, well, the condom broke and stuff. And they got us. And she told him that he had to marry her, she wasn't going to do abortion and stuff, ya know. And if he didn't marry her, she would tell grandpa it was rape."
"How do you know all that?"
"She told so herself. On her deathbed, she told me and Matthew everything."
"Matthew and me." Alfred glared. "Sorry, it's a habit.. Keep going."
Something warm crept around Arthur's shoulders. As he opened his eyes, Alfred had moved to sit next to him, his arm swung around his shoulders in a kind gesture. He was looking at him, sweetly.
"You don't have to worry. If he hasn't had ya yet, I'll make sure he doesn't get ya!" The words were so childishly heroic that Arthur couldn't hold back a laugh.
"I am a big man, I can protect myself," he smiled. Alfred grinned.
"Yeah, but I'll be a backup-group, then!"
"A group of one?"
"I have the strength of three!"
"True." Arthur leaned a little in. Alfred let him without moving or trying anything. It was as if they had both found peace in the situation. "Alfred?" Arthur whispered after a while.
"Mhmm?"
"I like you. A whole lot." He could feel how Alfred stiffened, and his pulse speeded up a little.
"I, uhm, I also like you. A lot, Arthur." Arthur smiled a little.
"I know. I read your blog."
"Yeah, I- what!" Arthur chuckled and looked at Alfred with a raised brow.
"Eduard showed me."
"You know Eduard?"
"He's just become a part of the staff."
"Oh man." Alfred looked away. "Uhm, what did you read?"
"Enough." Arthur sat up. "And I think we need to speak it through now."
"Yeah, probably, yeah…" Alfred looked at him. Then down. "Whatcha wanna know?"
"About your life.." Arthur sloped his head to the side. "Tell me. Tell me the story. Tell me how it all ended up like.. This." Alfred nodded slowly.
"It's a lot."
"I don't mind."
"Okay, uhm, well…" Alfred stretched his legs and drew in air, ready to begin a tale. "I don't know what daddy thought before we was born, but mommy told us, that is Matthew and me, that he had had another love before her. Some bimbo from Europe - no offence." Arthur just rolled his eyes. "Anyway, well, he had this girl with her. And he loved her, but he didn't love the mother, but he loved our mom. Yeah, a mess, I kno'. Anyway, they were supposed to just fuck around. Grandpa is pretty wealthy, so she was supposed to marry a man that was just as wealthy. So they shouldn't have kids. But, well, the condom broke and stuff. And they got us. And she told him that he had to marry her, she wasn't going to do abortion and stuff, ya know. And if he didn't marry her, she would tell grandpa it was rape."
"How do you know all that?"
"She told so herself. On her deathbed, she told me and Matthew everything."
"Matthew and me." Alfred glared. "Sorry, it's a habit.. Keep going."
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