A/N: Aaha oh Moses :P Sorry I've been really inactive, I know you're all writing with the insane skills you have and I'll get around to reading them when I get a chance! In the meantime have some drama o.O

The first thing I hear when I get home is Cain.

"Abel! Get in here!"

And it's not a happy sound.

"I literally just cleaned the floors, like you kept bugging me to, and now they're all dirty because of your cat."

"What are you talking about?"

Cain just points at the floor furiously and I reckon if he was a teapot there'd be steam coming out of his ears. Takes me a moment before I see the trail of muddy paw print across the tiling and the source of teapot Cain.

"Oh. Um, don't worry about it, I'll clean it up later."

"Later? You'll clean it up later?! No. No fucking way. I spent hours cleaning them and your cat screwed them up, I keep telling you, just keep him outside and we won't have any of thi-"

When you live with someone for long enough, you learn some of their quirks. Like my Dad has this weird habit of having to take his socks off left foot to right, or else they have to be put back on again and taken off in the correct order. Or like Cain can easily be distracted and shut up by pretty much anything that has to do with his dick, so that's the first thing I go for when he starts ranting like this. One foot forward, mouth on mouth, hand on crotch and true to form Cain is back to normal, kissing back, pushing me down to the floor, turning my head to it's side before pulling away and – wait what?

Cain's straddling my hips, breathing hard, glaring and pointing at the floor next to my head.

"Do you see that dirt? Abel? Do you see it?! Do you not understand how long this took to clean!"

"You bring in dirt all the ti-"

Cain shoves his hand against my mouth and smirking, effectively shutting me up and I'm too dumbfounded by the way this is going that I don't even try to fight it.

"Irrelevant. You've seen the dirt," He leans away from me, eyes glinting, "anyways, I've taken care of it, he won't be bringing dirt in again"

Suddenly my blood runs cold.

"What did you do?" Comes out as a whisper, unintentionally.

He freezes, stares down at me confused before his eyebrows knit together and that's all it takes before I start pushing him off me, scared that alliance Cain is back.

But Cain just pushes me back down effortlessly, ignoring my attempts and I start to panic about where this is headed, because he never forces me down, never shoves his hand over my mouth like now, like this, when I'm trying to get him off.
"Geroff-"

"Calm down-"

"Get off me!"

"Abel, shit, calm down! I didn't do anything!"

That stops me.

"You swear?"

"Swea... Abel, what the fuck do you think I did?"

I bite my lip, unsure of myself, guilty for jumping to conclusions.

He's frowning, something unreadable on his face.

"I just put him outside."

Try to keep my face blank and not react, and he frowns more at my silence, reaching down to trace the scar on my lip still with that expression on his face. Threads his fingers through mine and leans down to press his mouth to mine and keep it there, breathing into his into mine until I'm dizzy because I can't tell whose breath is whose and he's talking against the recycled air, currents back and forth between us.