Remember: Alex and Aro (boyxboy)

Chapter 48

Aro leads me down the hallway towards his- our room which we haven't been in for nearly two weeks. I wonder briefly what it might smell like now, musty maybe, dust everywhere, coating his books and his writing desk, not to mention the smell my clothes might have in the drawers. God my clothes; I realise with a pang of sadness that I lost most of them on the plane, which are now ripped to ribbons and somewhere in the desert landscape in Greece, among the wreckage.

Jesus, these past few days have been hell.

I'm thinking about my comfortable blue pyjamas, stuffed away safely in Aro's wardrobe, and sigh in relief. At least I have something relatively soft to sleep in after the ordeal I've been through. We stop outside the mahogany door, the polished A for Aro looks as though it's been cleaned while we've been away. Aro twists his hand around the handle, and pushes the door open; a soft breeze billows through the bedroom, the windows are open, letting the room air, and a clean smell of linen wafts through.

"Well, that's a pleasant surprise." Aro unbuttons is waistcoat and removes his jacket, hanging it onto the pegs next to the door. He cups my cheek. "My darling, go and undress. Get some sleep." I nod, and slope into the bedroom area, where the sheets have been pulled back and laundered. I perch on the edge of the bed and it sinks welcomingly. The sheets smell floral and sweet. What a welcome.

I find the pyjamas in the drawer, and retrieve them, pulling off threadbare shorts and the t-shirt which stinks of body odour and has sweat stains under the arms.

Once the pyjamas are on, I slide under the covers and pull the duvet over, tucking it in around me. "Thank Christ for that." My back aches and the patch of skin on my thigh keeps itching. Tomorrow, if I feel up to it, I'll go to the pharmacy and find some lotion, something calming for the skin. I lay on my back, head turned towards the bedroom door and notice quiet voices. Caius, I think has come into the main room. I crane my neck to listen more closely. 'What are they saying?' Richard hisses. 'Tell me what they're saying.'

"Shut the fuck up. I'm trying to listen."

"He's resting." Aro's voice is quiet. "He needs to sleep." I can't hear Caius' response, though he speaks, softly, too. I hear them walking towards the bedroom and sigh. "Leave him to rest, Caius." I sit up in bed as Caius pushes through into the room. I sigh as he stares at me. I must look awful, wearing tacky pyjamas and still not having a shower. "What do you want?" I groan. Caius shrugs and he perches on the edge of the bed, while Aro stands just behind him. "I think giving you my blood has affected you. It was wrong of me to tease you so. Playing with your emotions in such a way."

"Too fucking right you shouldn't be such a bitch." I fold my arms across m chest in a huff. "And you had no right to feed me your blood without permission." I feel so much more irritated and aggressive than usual. Aro stares at him. "Why did you give him your blood?" Caius shrugs. "I was curious to see what would happen." Aro sighs with disappointment. Caius reaches to place a hand against my thigh. It's cold even through the fabric of my trousers. "I want to stay with you. You're tired, and you survived a plane crash. You've been very brave." He kicks off his shoes and places them neatly by the edge of the bed.

I stare at him in fascination. 'You've been brave? Is he high?' Richard giggles. I have to agree with him. What the fuck is Caius talking about? I've been brave? 'Since when is Blondie even remotely kind?' Richard sounds just as puzzled as I am. I glance at Aro to see what he's thinking but his face is a mask. Instead he crosses to stand in front of Caius, who glances up at him from his perch on the bed. I crane my neck in interest. He takes Caius' tie between his slim fingers and unties it, removing it from around his neck.

He straightens it out and lays it down across the bedside table. I watch them from beneath the covers. Caius pushes himself to his feet and places his hands on Aro's shoulders.

They maintain eye contact as he unbuttons Aro's shirt and slips it from his smooth torso. 'Jesus, are they going to fuck each other?' Richard gasps with excitement. I have to admit, I have the same thought. Aro reciprocates and unbuttons Caius' shirt, pulling it off his slim body. I sigh with some form of satisfaction. His body from the front is even more impressive, the lined abs sculpted and beautiful. His skin is smooth and unmarked. Aro's hand reaches towards Caius' crotch, and halt at the belt buckle. He looks at Caius for permission. He nods swiftly, Aro pulls out the belt, and Caius' trousers fall to the floor.

'Holy fuck, they are going to screw each other.' Richard buzzes in my ear. Caius kicks them away, and stands in his underwear. Calvin Klein, who'd have thought that? It still fascinates me, though I saw them on the plane. The idea of Caius lining up in a store to buy Calvin Klein among young men in sports jackets and sneakers is incredible to me. Aro pulls off his own trousers and stands also in just his underwear. They maintain eye contact for a further few moments, Aro's hand runs over Caius' smooth chest, looking at his body with seductive admiration.

"Bellissimo.' He utters softly.

Beautiful. Caius smirks at the compliment.

They both turn to me, wearing nothing but underwear and I find myself almost panting. You won't know excitement until two almost naked vampire men, stare at you while you're in bed.

Caius slides into bed beside me, and pulls me by my shoulders to lie down, his bare chest presses against my back, his arms encircle my waist. 'What the fuck is going on?' Richard wonders. 'Caius is spooning you. And you're letting him.' I've no fucking idea what's happening to be honest, but I'm enjoying the attention and comfort.

Aro walks over to the other side of the bed and joins us. I shift slightly so he has enough room to lie down. "Amore, are you comfortable?" He kisses my temple as he pulls the covers over the three of us. I feel Caius' form against mine. "Yes, very." Caius' fingers find their way to my pyjama shirt buttons, and slowly wraps a finger around one of them.

"May I?" His voice is soft, his lips against my ear. I shiver. "You're actually asking for permission?" I scoff. "I didn't know you actually had manners." He sighs and starts unbuttoning my shirt from beneath the covers. Aro's cheek is against mine, on my right side, and stays silent, watching I'd assume with interest. Caius deftly removes the pyjama shirt and casts it onto the floor, my hot skin presses against them both, compared to myself, they are made of ice, and hard as stone.

I sigh contently as Aro's lips press against mine, and we kiss for a split second before he pulls away and grips Caius' chin with his fingers. I gasp. They lean over me as Aro grips Caius' face and their lips meet. 'Holy fuck.' Richard almost squeals. They kiss for a few seconds, Caius slips his fingers through my tufts of hair to show me some attention, and I reciprocate through running my fingers over the ridges of his abs.

He moans as Aro pulls away, almost pouting with disappointment that it's over and smiling at my hands on his body. They both flop down onto either side of the bed beside me and sigh. Aro chuckles. "Finally, Caius. It's about time you accepted my advances. Not to mention accepting yourself." He pauses. "It has been three thousand years after all."

Wait, what? 'Caius is a closeted gay? Since when?' Richard scoffs with amusement. I find myself rolling over to press against Caius' body. He reciprocates, holding one of my hands in his.

I think of his reactions when Aro brought me here and announced he would be my mate, two men, together, as a couple. How outraged he was. Was that secretly jealously, self hatred?

"Yes well, not everyone is as comfortable with themselves as you are, Aro." Caius' voice is quiet and muffled. Aro reaches over me, offers me a quick kiss and strokes Caius' long locks of hair soothingly. "Go to sleep." He directs at me.

My face is in Caius' back, the skin so soft and kissable, I long to press my lips against it, to feel his shoulder blades, to run my fingers through his hair, like Aro did so easily as though it was effortless. "Sleep, mio caro. You must rest." Caius murmurs in agreement.

I close my eyes.