So I am aware that there is already an excellent fill. But my muse hit me and then I just had to write it. Hope noone minds reading another.
His twin brother's door is left slightly ajar one time too many when Matthew gets up to take a leak in the middle of the night, and there is nowhere else he thinks Alfred could possibly be, so he finally plucks up his courage to check their father's room. Arthur's door is also hastily closed, so Matthew cautiously pushes it open.
The room is lit only by a dim bedside lamp, but Matthew sees the figures moving on the bed clearly enough. Both of them are completely naked, and Arthur is on top of Alfred. From his vantage point, he can clearly see that Arthur is in Alfred. His father in his brother
( ... )
The twins had been adopted from an orphanage by a man who had told them that he was their real father - and they his biological sons. Their father's house was large and old, and empty save for the three of them. Alfred's surprised shout at the interior of the house echoed all around the gloomy hallways and made Matthew jump. The orphanage was filled twenty-four hours a day with screaming children, but the house was so quiet even the normal volume of their voices seemed to rattle the furniture. Their rooms upstairs would have housed a dozen children at the orphanage, but there was only one four poster bed in each, complete with voiles that fluttered in the breeze from the half-open windows. When Arthur said that they each had one of those rooms, they had unanimously asked to sleep in the same room. (Once Alfred had gotten used to the chiming of the grandfather clock and the incessant groaning of the walls at night, he would move out, eager to claim a room of his own
( ... )
Thinking back on it, they were extremely lucky not to have gotten seriously injured any of the times they played by themselves. It was for another reason that Arthur's study had been disturbed just once in their childhood. Alfred had wanted a proper judge to declare that his artwork was better than Matthew's. Matthew had tried to stop him, of course, but when Alfred starting pounding a tiny fist on the heavy door, he had scampered away to watch from out of sight. Arthur was at first almost visibly worried, wanting to know if something had happened to Matthew. He turned angry at Alfred's explanation, chiding him sternly. He leaned over to slap Alfred's wrist, lightly, but even so, Alfred started bawling. At Arthur's harshly spoken, "Be quiet," he started wailing. Arthur had picked him up and carried him down the corridor, past Matthew who ducked, and locked him up in the outermost room in the house. Arthur returned and slammed the door to his study, and until he emerged again, Alfred wasn't let out even hours and hours after he had
( ... )
Alfred's memories of before Arthur came were fuzzy, but he remembered that Arthur was not actually the first to adopt Alfred out of the orphanage. There had been one family before him who had come to look at the children and then said that Alfred was just what they wanted. When Alfred was told the news, he was overjoyed, because there was a miniature celebration for every child who was adopted, and it meant that he had been chosen over all the other children in the orphanage. He was a little sad that he would be separated from Matthew, but despite being biological brothers, they had actually very little sense of being so. The orphanage had dozens of children, and all of them were treated in the exact same manner. The brothers' temperaments were so different that they played with others as often as they played with each other
( ... )
Guinevere was the name of the twins' mother. Arthur had met her at a gathering for the cultured bourgeoisie. She was a waitress at the hotel. Arthur had attended only because studying people gave him material for his books, and had ended up chatting with her, liking her name first, and then finding that she knew more about art and theatre than most of the people on the guest list. She was awaiting admission into university, and had taken up temporary employment because her family was not rich. Yes, she had read and liked a few of Arthur Kirkland's books
( ... )
Alfred had always been proud of Arthur at parents' day and associated events at school, when Arthur deigned to attend. The other children's parents were dumpy and wrinkled, but Arthur was young for someone with children, trim, and impeccably dressed. Even as Alfred had gotten older, Arthur aged very well, and he used to sniff with displeasure when Alfred implied that it was due to the lack of hard labour
( ... )
Alfred was the star quarterback in his final year at junior high and again the moment he entered high school. Not only had he shot up considerably in height, he had packed a lot of muscle in his shoulders from the training. His dollish face as a child had sharpened, but he still had the same puppyish eyes. Needless to say, he was one of the most popular guys at school. When girls approached him in junior high, he agreed to date them because they had long straight hair, eyes dark with eyeliner, and budding breasts. His first few dates consisted mostly of sloppy, fumbling open-mouthed kisses, but when he landed a date with a senior, she had dropped to her knees in an empty storage room one day and taken him into her mouth. Soon after, she had asked to see his room, and the thought of taking this girl into Arthur's house and taking off her bra and her panties just a few rooms away from where Arthur sat oblivious in his study sent a dangerous thrill up his spine. He'd agreed, and when he was buried in her wet, wet hole, and driving her
( ... )
The boys had a terrific epiphany one day. Arthur was not just their daddy, he had to have his own daddy, and maybe even a mommy too. When they questioned him about this, he admitted that he had both a father and a mother, but was evasive about their whereabouts, or anything about the rest of his family. The boys pouted in disappointment, but were used to Arthur being tight-lipped about all of his personal information
( ... )
"What were they doing?" Matthew asked, still wide awake. Alfred did not reply and burrowed into the sheets beside him. Minutes later, Arthur entered the room and leaned over them, his face clean now. Alfred wondered if he had seen something he really shouldn't have because Arthur looked nervous. Arthur smoothed a hand over his brow, and he wrinkled his nose because Arthur smelled heavily of something rather unpleasant
( ... )
Alfred crept silently wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms into Arthur's bedroom one night, closing his door and opening Arthur's silently so as not to alert Matthew in his room. He was late enough that Arthur would be lying in his bed and early enough that he was not yet asleep. He didn't want to know what Arthur might do when surprised from his sleep by someone who might be a burglar in the near complete darkness
( ... )
Matthew's most vivid memories of his time at the orphanage didn't involve Alfred. There was a man who visited the orphanage every now and then, but who wasn't looking to adopt. The caretakers always welcomed him with open arms, and Matthew later figured that he was a patron of the orphanage. He had tanned skin, and very bright green eyes, and somehow Matthew had caught his attention. Matthew, who barely spoke loud enough to be heard. When the caretakers were not paying attention, the man would sweep Matthew up into his arms and carry him into an unused room
( ... )
It is so obvious in hindsight Matthew doesn't know how he failed to see it before - the way Alfred crowded Arthur at the kitchen counter, reaching around him for dishes and seasoning. The way Arthur flushed with embarrassment - Matthew hadn't seen him do that before, except perhaps with Francis. And most of all, the way they both checked his face to see if he thought anything was amiss. Actually, Matthew thinks Alfred might have wanted him to see, to suspect. The way they shared a glance when he feigned indifference, conspiratory and guilty
( ... )
Anon from First Fill
anonymous
April 20 2010, 21:50:49 UTC
This request just keeps giving. May I ask if you are the first anon to claim this fill? Because, if we there's a potential third fill coming, then… wow, I may have to set up camp in this thread.
Fantastic fill. I loved all of the background in this, slowly building up to the reveal at the beginning and end, with this nice sense of foreboding. Particularly, I liked the bit with Alfred pulling Arthur out of the way of the car. And, the relationship between Alfred and Matthew was also well done, subtle.
And, one more thing. The last line. I can't pin down exactly why, but that is just excellently, emotionally phrased
Ooooo, I enjoyed that. It's just...dang, so many things I want to comment on, but nobody wants to read a wall of text so I'll just say that was pretty awesome in a morbidly fascinating sort of way.
Canada. Ok, I'll focus on Canada. Poor, poor kid- first Spain, now this. Everyone in the family is broken, and Arthur apparently has a shameful kink for incest, and there was France, and the family background, and jeez.
His twin brother's door is left slightly ajar one time too many when Matthew gets up to take a leak in the middle of the night, and there is nowhere else he thinks Alfred could possibly be, so he finally plucks up his courage to check their father's room. Arthur's door is also hastily closed, so Matthew cautiously pushes it open.
The room is lit only by a dim bedside lamp, but Matthew sees the figures moving on the bed clearly enough. Both of them are completely naked, and Arthur is on top of Alfred. From his vantage point, he can clearly see that Arthur is in Alfred. His father in his brother ( ... )
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Fantastic fill. I loved all of the background in this, slowly building up to the reveal at the beginning and end, with this nice sense of foreboding. Particularly, I liked the bit with Alfred pulling Arthur out of the way of the car. And, the relationship between Alfred and Matthew was also well done, subtle.
And, one more thing. The last line. I can't pin down exactly why, but that is just excellently, emotionally phrased
All around, superb job, anon!
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I'm glad you liked it, anon. I was inspired to write after reading yours, actually.
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Canada. Ok, I'll focus on Canada. Poor, poor kid- first Spain, now this. Everyone in the family is broken, and Arthur apparently has a shameful kink for incest, and there was France, and the family background, and jeez.
I liked this; could you tell? :P
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recaptcha says: estonia regulation. wrong fill, i think
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