Hell Hole

Rid

The plates were empty, already placed in the kitchen where Gram washed them. Gumpa went inside his small office, probably gathering all the information they had. Sean and Yok were sitting opposite him and his brother, who was still secured in his arms, snuggled closer to his chest. Black didn't plan to let him go anytime soon. He could feel how tired he was through their bond. It was almost a miracle White didn't fall asleep yet.   

"It's getting late," Yok remarked. Black's eyes travelled towards the window placed on the upper floor. The tempered safety glass let in the last rays of the sun, announcing the night coming. His brother shifted slightly, getting his attention. 

"You okay?" 

"A little bit cold," White whined. Black snickered out of the habit.  

"Go sleep then." 

"But I want to stay here with you." White pouted.

"Such a baby." Black rolled his eyes, thinking of a way to get his brother warmer without him needing to stand up. Suddenly, the blanket landed on his brother's petite body. Black's head shot up, seeing dickhead Sean smiling at his baby brother. 

"Fuck off." He growled, receiving a light slap on the chest from White. 

"That's not nice." White scolded him. 

"Thank you, P'Sean." His twin thanked the taller with a sweet smile. Black's urge to jump and punch his ugly mug was getting stronger. He eyed his frenemy before focusing on the duvet tucked around his brother's frame. He badly wanted to get rid of it, but White's comfort was more important than anything else. 

"You're welcome." Sean ignored Black, patting White's head before returning to his seat. Seeing his baby brother blush was horrifying. 

"So, White. You lived abroad?" Yok asked.

"In Russia." White hummed in response.

"The Hell Hole creatures were there too, right?" Gram joined the conversation. 

"Yes. I was lucky to live in the area whit lesser attacks." 

"Lucky," Yok whined, and Black wanted to punch him. At least his baby brother was safer in Russia. He didn't know what that old man was thinking, bringing White to Thailand. 

"Why did you come back?" Sean asked, making Black groan. He wanted to ask his twin this.

"Father wanted me here." White paused, leaning his head further into him, seeking comfort. Black's hand automatically went on White's fluffy hair, rubbing and playing with it. 

"After months of ignoring me, he called, saying I was expected to travel back to Thailand. I was excited and confused. I had to switch multiple times between the plane and the car based on the weather. I was frightened." White whispered. 

"What would normally take hours with a plane took almost a month." He added. 

"Fuck." Yok exclaimed, and Black couldn't agree more. 

"Your father didn't accompany you?" Gram asked.

"No." 

This one word made them all speechless. It was official. Black will kill their father on the first occasion. 

"Shouldn't you go sleep?" Gumpa cut the silence.

"We have a lot to discuss tomorrow."  He added, dismissing the group.

"We are going." Gram nodded as he stood up and dragged Yok with him. Sean hesitated but followed the other two after a glare received from Black. 

"Get up. Time to put you in bed." Black stabbed White with his finger. With the blanket still wrapped around himself, White stood up and let him guide him to the sleeping area. Of course, his polite brother didn't forget to say good night to Gumpa. They passed the ladder with Sean still on it. Black rolled his eyes irritatedly.

"Good night, White."

"Good night, P'Sean."

Black tried to ignore the small interaction and dragged his twin to their mattress. They climbed on, and Black covered them with another duvet. He let White settle against his side and use his chest as a pillow. He secured him with his arms and inhaled the sweet vanilla scent. After years he finally felt complete. Closing his eyes, Black filtered out the screeches reaching out from outside, thinking only about his brother before he fell asleep.