Incest. Human names. Implied sex.
On-going fill for the Kink Meme. This update is taken from the kink meme from parts 1-3. Also thanks to faeriesnook for helping me out in plotting some things for this fill.
Matthew knew he had to be dreaming. For one his sister Allison was there, another thing was she was smiling just for him. It's been ages since Allison really smiled just for him. Matthew walked up to Allison and pulled her into an embrace. Allison hesitantly pulled out and looked into Matthew's amethyst eyes, "Matthew, I-"
Matthew would never hear the end of what Allison was saying since he was awoken by a faint ringing noise. Grumbling Matthew looked up to the clock to see it was four in the morning and reached over to the night table for his cell phone.
"Hello?" Matthew answered with a groggily voice.
"Yesterday, where were you and who were you with?" Matthew heard, recognizing the voice immediately. It was the Ukrainian girl, Katyusha. Katyusha was like the spice, cardamom; she was strong, unique and oddly compelling. A smirked formed on his lips; even if Katyusha was those she was still so gullible and easy to play.
"Well I had to stay in class later than usual, and had a bunch of homework to catch up on," Matthew replied. "So it was just me and some friends working on school work. I guess I forgot to call."
And it wasn't a complete lie. Matthew really did have to stay in class longer than usual and did have work to catch up on in school, but he just happened to have a hot make out session with some of his "study partners" as well.
"Well alright," Katyusha said reluctantly. "Because you know for me, it's just you."
At that, Matthew had to hold back bursting into a fit of laughter. How naïve could she really be? It was no secret around campus that Matthew was a playboy; she had to know he was seeing other people. All the "one true love" crap put into chick flicks is so cliché and it really made him want to gag.
Matthew's thoughts were interrupted when he felt a hand gently trace his spine up and down.
"Matthieu," he heard whispered seductively into his ear. Matthew turned around to see Francis. Francis continued to move his hands up and down Matthew's arms and then wrapped his arms around Matthew's neck.
"Katyusha, it's late. Let's talk later at school, ok?" Matthew suggested.
"Sure, I'll just see you at school then. Bye Matt-" Matthew didn't even let her finished her sentence and just hung up the phone and tossed it across the bed and turned to face Francis.
"I didn't wake you did I?" Matthew asked.
"Non, that's all right," Francis replied, kissing Matthew's neck and proceeded to move down his shoulder.
Matthew remained unresponsive to Francis' teasing and just stared off deep in thought.
"What's wrong Matthieu?" Francis asked. "You are not as into it now as earlier."
"It's nothing," Matthew replied.
"Don't lie to me Matthieu," Francis said. "I'm no fool. I know you don't love me so in the off chance you didn't want to hurt my feelings, spare me. As I—like you—believe in 'Non-discriminatory love.' So tell big brother what the problem is."
"Fine," Matthew said. "Today I saw Allie and she was with Arthur Kirkland."
"She always is, non?" Francis asked.
"Non I mean with him," Matthew said, making sure to emphasize so that Francis got his point clearly this time.
"Oh I see mon cher," Francis replied.
"Yeah, they were alone in the classroom and that British dirt bag had his filthy paws all over my sister," Matthew said in a disgusted tone. "All the images and sounds they make. It won't get out of my head now."
"Do you love your sister?" Francis asked.
"What kind of question is that? Of course I love my sister!" Matthew exclaimed.
"Non, non mon cher. I mean are you in love with your sister?" Francis said emphasizing to make sure Matthew got what he meant this time.
"H-how could you even think that?!" Matthew yelled. "She's my sister!"
"As I said before, non-discriminatory love," Francis stated. "Whether the person is a boy or girl, Caucasian, Black or Asian, and even your own sibling, it does not matter in this non-discriminatory love."
"I'm not in love with Allison," Matthew replied. "I can't be!"
"Sounds like you're trying to convince yourself that not me," Francis replied. "Do you get really upset when you see Allison with other men? Does she make you feel like no other? Does just seeing her smile make your day? These are all signs of being in love."
"I'm going back to my dorm," Matthew said after a brief period of silence between the two.
"This late? If you're caught outside you'll get detention for sure, mon cher," Francis said.
"I'll be cautious," Matthew replied. "But thanks for being concerned."
"I'll just see you at lunch then," Francis said, laying back down in bed.
"Yeah," Matthew replied. He quickly buttoned his shirt back on, and grabbed his backpack and headed out the door. Matthew kept his eyes peeled for any night watch shift faculty and teachers; he got back to his dorm without any problems at all. He quietly opened his dorm room door to make sure he didn't wake up his roommate, Toris Lorinaitis. When Matthew closed the door behind him the lights flicked on and Matthew jumped turning around to see Toris sitting up in his bed.
"You know Miss Allison was worried about you when she stopped by and I told her you weren't here," Toris stated. "You just got over your cold, you shouldn't be gallivanting late at night."
"Look, I don't want to talk about what I was doing or Allie right at this moment," Matthew grunted, getting into bed. "Night."
"Night," Toris replied, not really sure of what else to say to his roommate. Whenever Allison was worried (though she would never really show it), Toris felt compelled to help her out like she has for him so many times in the past with Ivan.
Toris reached over to his nightstand and turned the light off, and went back to sleep. He could deal with whatever problem Matthew was having later when the sun was up, and they both had a clear mind. What mattered now is that he was in the room safe and sound.
Matthew on the other hand, couldn't get back to sleep. His mind kept going to back to what Francis has said to him earlier that night.
Do you get really upset when you see Allison with other men?
Does she make you feel like no other?
Does just seeing her smile make your day?