Soft hair tickled his nose and something warm was residing in his arms. Heat of a human sort was seeping into his skin, so he was just the right temperature for sleeping. It was lovely. He let out a little groan of sleep and squeezed his eyes closed tighter, early morning sunshine forcing him into a sleepy submission. He felt the something in his arms pull back jerkily, depriving him of its warmth. Because his brain was still clouded with sleep he was incapable of working out that when things pulled back they generally don't want to be cuddled, he very calmly decided that he wanted the warmth back and essentially rewrapped his arms around his source of warmth. He buried his nose back into velvet hair and sighed contentedly. He barely noticed the fact that the soft heater was struggling in his arms. What he did notice though was that his face was right next to a very soft neck that smelt like roses. Deciding that perhaps he liked the neck a little more than he should of and he wasn't bothered by this in the slightest, he dipped his head down and placed his lips against soft soft skin. He heard a gasp, but in his slightly deranged sleep deprived state it mattered very little to him.

"Leon!" The voice came out a hiss and he vaguely noticed that 'Leon' was his name, but other than that, he was much more concerned with the way his lips felt. He moved upwards, to find a jawline. His hands moved sensually up and down a back, searching for an opening in a seamless shirt, to get to that white skin below. The body had briefly fallen slack with shock at Leon's half asleep actions, but it was drugging again.

"Leon!" Came another hiss, this one more like a fearful little squeak.

"Icey Pants" Leon murmured, hands finding skin and drawing another gasp.

In his defence he had gotten pretty far before Emil decided enough was enough, so chances are he wanted it, even if he didn't know it. He was just letting his kisses reach right under a jaw when he felt excruciating pain in his nether regions. On instinct he let go of Emil, who scrambled back, toppling off the bed and yelling out in his own bout of wounded pain. Neither of them were really paying attention to that though.

"Okay. I deserved that" Leon wheezed as he rolled on Emil's bed, clutching his crotch.

"Damn right you did!" Emil barked, he sounded breathless and angry. Leon opened one eye and looked at the boy crouched on the floor, violet eyes blazing. "What the hell was that, Leon?!" Emil was flushed and pale at the same time. He was clutching his stomach and his shirt was slipping down one of his shoulders. He looked so very, very vulnerable.

"Sorry" Leon said, his own cheeks a little pink. "I was half asleep and you're adorable" he sat up, crossing his legs and pressing his hands into the mattress, leaning forward slightly. He had never found it so hard to keep his face straight, normally he didn't even have to try.

"Bloody hell" at that point Emil seemed to become exasperated as if he was on the verge of kicking Leon out of his house, before he could Leon opened his mouth.

"Your friend told me I should stick around for at least week, I can't leave" Emil muttered something under his breath at his words. He struggled to stand and Leon's vague and truly obscure instincts kicked in. He tried help Emil up, his hand on the small of boy's back and, yet, he was shoved away.

"Don't touch me" Emil hissed, standing on his own, his arm still wrapped his stomach as if he was afraid his guts would fall out. Leon looked at him in shock, before backing away, his hands raised in surrender. He wasn't going to deepen the mistrust he had made in his sleep. He let Emil hobble out of the room, glaring, before sitting heavily down on the bed and letting his head fall into his hands.

"Dammit" he muttered. He looked back up noticing his phone sitting on the bed side table. He reached towards it, noticing that he had more missed calls than he had had in a long while. Some were from Yao, but the most recent were from Kiku. He decided not to call either of them back. He was too tired, plus he had already heard the speech his older brother was bound to make.

He noticed the two running Asian men about four minutes to late. He noticed the pair at the exact moment the Lukas' door was broken open and the two men entered. It seemed that one was ridiculously unwilling, and was trying to drag the other back, but, unfortunately, it wasn't working in the slightest. The smaller, reluctant man stopped in the door way to the house, folding his arms and apparently refusing to enter. His companion wavered and said something they couldn't hear. Shrugging, he ventured further into the house, much to the reluctant man's apparent dismay.

While these events were transpiring Mathias was stood half frozen on the sidewalk, across the street. Lukas had demanded that he go see Emil because he hadn't been responding to his worried texts. It also turned out that Mathias had at some point sold his soul to the devil (Lukas) and he was no longer allowed to have opinions.

For a second he just stood there, his mouth open slightly, his mind blank and unheard of, then he heard a great yell from the house where his boyfriend lived and he knew it could only of come from one person.

Mathias had known Emil for a long time. He'd known the kid since before any of them. He known the kid since he was born and since before he even knew Lukas. He remembered when Emmy was just a toddler was running towards him on short chubby legs, his grandmother behind him. He had scrap books in his dad's attic dedicated to the kid's existence. He was perfectly fine with letting him go out and explore the night time, but he was most defiantly not interested in letting him get attacked by an invasion of Asians, reluctant or other wise.

He burst through the door, anger clouding his common sense. All that he could think about was that the longer haired older Asian man was trying to hurt his baby boy. The Asian man was looming over his baby, shouting words he couldn't understand, forcing Emil backwards. The boy was clutching his stomach and his already snow white completion was even further more pale. He look like he was in agony, which really ticked him off. Not knowing what else to do and not caring he stood between them, punching the man in the mouth and making him reel backwards.

Emil watched as his brother's boyfriend burst into the room and essentially rugby tackle the man he didn't recognise. His vision was beginning to waver and he was finding it difficult to breath. He didn't have the brain power to yell at anyone. He had just been mildly sexually assaulted by he best friend and then attacked by a slender looking Asian man. He was so done it was ridiculous.

He leant heavily on the bench, trying hard to keep his lungs sucking in air despite how painful it was. He could see Leon trying desperately to keep Mathias and the yelling man apart before they broke the coffee table.

The only person in the room who seemed to notice the blurring of his vision and the raspy nature of his breath was the smaller Asian man. The kinder looking one. He felt a hand go to his hip and his wrist was taken and brought around a pair of shoulders. He barely noticed as he was supported towards the sofa.

"There you go" the man cooed, softly. They were pretty close to the couch when Emil's body gave out. It was just as Mathias backed off the man, noticing that his baby was in the arms of the smaller, but still trespassing man did Emil actually collapse. Just as he approached them as they shuffled across the room Emil's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body crumpled to the ground, just as Mathias managed to catch him.

And fifteen minutes later he woke back up. His eyes were barely functional, but they still somehow managed to flutter open.

"Oh, for the love of god" he muttered into a foreign shirt. His hand was clutching the fabric of someone's clothing next to his face and his head was half smothered by someone's chest. He heard a steady constant heartbeat and it comforted him to no end.

"For the love of god what?" Asked a voice. Leon, his mind murmured to him. Leon, the person he was resting on was Leon. He was surprisingly unruffled by this. Having one of Leon's arms around him while he slept was just so natural.

"Life in general" Emil muttered. He was done. He was tired. He was in love and he didn't care and he was sleepy. And just… just… damn everything. Then he raised his head and squinted at Leon, who lowered his book. Emil's eyes seemed to be asking "who are you, random stranger in my bed?", but them Emil kissed Leon and he seemed to remember who on earth Leon was. The kiss was quick and beautiful. "I like you" Emil declared. Then he rested his ear back on Leon's chest and passed out, leaving Leon speechless, confused and even mildly annoyed.

"Show off" he muttered, before returning to his book and vowing that when Emil was better he was going kiss him stupid and there was nothing anyone could do about it, over protective brother's or otherwise.

Author's notes:

ah, the joys of writing fluff. First of all, this chapter is entirely dedicated and born because of Sammydukes. I'm serious guys. I would not of written this if it wasn't for sammy, so just direct your love in here direction, because, bloody hell, I have been putting this off for days.

Much love,

Clementine