Arthur’s hardon is gone by the time he gets back to his room. He’s grateful for that, because with it went all the anger he was feeling.
Now he just feels drained and heavy as he unlocks his door and walks into the room. He closes his eyes, and the first thing he sees in the darkness is Francis’ face.
With a soft curse he shuts his door, the sound firm and solid on his ears. He takes off his suit jacket, opens the nearby closet door and hangs it up along with his tie. Arthur doesn’t want to think about that right now. He just wants to lay down on his bed and sleep.
Arthur sighs, turning to his bed.
“Tiring day, Arthur?”
Arthur blinks, and his eyes go wide.
Matthew and Alfred sit on his bed, their faces spread with too-wide smiles that speak no good for him.
“Why don’t you come have a seat?” Alfred asks, and before Arthur can object Matthew stands, grabs his wrist, and tugs him down onto the bed with them.
“Yeah,” Matthew adds, smirking in a way that sets alarm bells off in Arthur’s head. “Take a load off your mind.”
“How the hell did you get in my room?”
“We had Lovino pick the lock for us,” Alfred answers. He smirks and tightens his grip as Arthur tries to pull his hand away.
“We paid him in tomatoes,” Matthew adds with a grin. His grip is iron-tight around Arthur’s other wrist.
Arthur realizes it’s futile to struggle, and instead settles for glaring up at the two of them. “What do you want?” he asks, trying to sound as firm as possible.
“Nothing really,” Alfred says, and lets go of Arthur as Matthew jerks his wrist and pulls him into a sitting position. Once he’s eye-to-eye with Arthur, his smile melts into something a bit angrier. “I just want to tell you what an absolute dick you’re being.”
Arthur sputters and scowls. “Th-that is no way to speak to your – GAH!” he says, cut off by something hard connecting with the back of his head.
Arthur straightens up and glares at Matthew, who just glares right back at him. Bloody tenderfeet, Arthur thinks. Should have whipped respect into them before they became independent.
“Thank you, Matthew. Now, Arthur, unless you want that to keep happening, I suggest you only talk when you want to answer a direct question. Understood?”
Arthur glowers, but bites his lip and swallows the string of curses threatening their way out.
“Good. Now then, at lunchtime today we saw you eating in a different corner of the room. Alone. And Francis came up to speak with you.”
Oh what the hell – are they really – But Arthur bites the inside of his cheek and keeps his mouth shut.
“But we saw something interesting. We saw you stand up and walk away from him after a few seconds.”
“Is that what this is all about? People walk away from Francis all the ti – OW! Matthew, stop that –”
“So is that the only reason why you did it?” asks Matthew, frowning at Arthur. “Because other people do it?”
“No, I walked away from him because he was being his usual depraved self!”
“Really?” Alfred cocks an eyebrow, and the edge of his lips quirks up a bit. “Because it looked to me like he was just trying to be nice and give you an apple.”
“He does that when he wants me – when he wants me to –”
Arthur stutters and crashes to a stop when he realizes what he’s saying.
“When he wants you to screw him?” Matthew asks, and his fingers seem to be cutting off Alfred’s blood circulation.
“I – y-yes.” Arthur shoots Matthew a dirty look over his shoulder; Matthew rolls his eyes in disgust. “And who can blame me for thinking that way? The man gave me a bloody apple and called me Eve!”
He hears Matthew burst into suspicious-sounding coughs behind him.
“It’s NOT FUNNY!”
“Well, to you it’s not. But then again you have no sense of humor.”
“Wh – we have the original Office!”
“Like I just said, no sense of humor.” Alfred’s smirking at him now, and Arthur longs for the day when he could just smack that smirk off his face.
Alfred looks at him again, but he’s not glaring – just frowning in a sad way. “Arthur. I think this means more to Francis than you think it does.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Fr-Francis hasn’t shown any interest in taking this beyond sexual.”
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A Lack of Notion [6/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-11 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)Now he just feels drained and heavy as he unlocks his door and walks into the room. He closes his eyes, and the first thing he sees in the darkness is Francis’ face.
With a soft curse he shuts his door, the sound firm and solid on his ears. He takes off his suit jacket, opens the nearby closet door and hangs it up along with his tie. Arthur doesn’t want to think about that right now. He just wants to lay down on his bed and sleep.
Arthur sighs, turning to his bed.
“Tiring day, Arthur?”
Arthur blinks, and his eyes go wide.
Matthew and Alfred sit on his bed, their faces spread with too-wide smiles that speak no good for him.
“Why don’t you come have a seat?” Alfred asks, and before Arthur can object Matthew stands, grabs his wrist, and tugs him down onto the bed with them.
“Yeah,” Matthew adds, smirking in a way that sets alarm bells off in Arthur’s head. “Take a load off your mind.”
“How the hell did you get in my room?”
“We had Lovino pick the lock for us,” Alfred answers. He smirks and tightens his grip as Arthur tries to pull his hand away.
“We paid him in tomatoes,” Matthew adds with a grin. His grip is iron-tight around Arthur’s other wrist.
Arthur realizes it’s futile to struggle, and instead settles for glaring up at the two of them. “What do you want?” he asks, trying to sound as firm as possible.
“Nothing really,” Alfred says, and lets go of Arthur as Matthew jerks his wrist and pulls him into a sitting position. Once he’s eye-to-eye with Arthur, his smile melts into something a bit angrier. “I just want to tell you what an absolute dick you’re being.”
Arthur sputters and scowls. “Th-that is no way to speak to your – GAH!” he says, cut off by something hard connecting with the back of his head.
Arthur straightens up and glares at Matthew, who just glares right back at him. Bloody tenderfeet, Arthur thinks. Should have whipped respect into them before they became independent.
“Thank you, Matthew. Now, Arthur, unless you want that to keep happening, I suggest you only talk when you want to answer a direct question. Understood?”
Arthur glowers, but bites his lip and swallows the string of curses threatening their way out.
“Good. Now then, at lunchtime today we saw you eating in a different corner of the room. Alone. And Francis came up to speak with you.”
Oh what the hell – are they really – But Arthur bites the inside of his cheek and keeps his mouth shut.
“But we saw something interesting. We saw you stand up and walk away from him after a few seconds.”
“Is that what this is all about? People walk away from Francis all the ti – OW! Matthew, stop that –”
“So is that the only reason why you did it?” asks Matthew, frowning at Arthur. “Because other people do it?”
“No, I walked away from him because he was being his usual depraved self!”
“Really?” Alfred cocks an eyebrow, and the edge of his lips quirks up a bit. “Because it looked to me like he was just trying to be nice and give you an apple.”
“He does that when he wants me – when he wants me to –”
Arthur stutters and crashes to a stop when he realizes what he’s saying.
“When he wants you to screw him?” Matthew asks, and his fingers seem to be cutting off Alfred’s blood circulation.
“I – y-yes.” Arthur shoots Matthew a dirty look over his shoulder; Matthew rolls his eyes in disgust. “And who can blame me for thinking that way? The man gave me a bloody apple and called me Eve!”
He hears Matthew burst into suspicious-sounding coughs behind him.
“It’s NOT FUNNY!”
“Well, to you it’s not. But then again you have no sense of humor.”
“Wh – we have the original Office!”
“Like I just said, no sense of humor.” Alfred’s smirking at him now, and Arthur longs for the day when he could just smack that smirk off his face.
Alfred looks at him again, but he’s not glaring – just frowning in a sad way. “Arthur. I think this means more to Francis than you think it does.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Fr-Francis hasn’t shown any interest in taking this beyond sexual.”
“You’re wrong, Arthur.”