Our Possession

15

Louis peeked an eye open, his beautiful blue eyes made Edward smile. Louis blushed, but attempted to play it off by rubbing his eyes and mumbling, "you woke me up. What's wrong?"

Edward smirked. "If you decide to lie to both of us then I'll allow you to do so." He tucked a strand of Louis' hair behind his ear. "You don't have to be embarrassed about it though, it's normal. I watch you when you shower sometimes."

"Edward!" Louis gasped and sat up. "Stop being weird."

The eldest raised a brow. "I'm weird? Doll, I wasn't the one watching me wank. You're the weird one, I must admit."

"I wasn't watching you, Edward! Stop being so full of yourself!"

"Oh really?" Edward grinned at the opportunity to make Louis all red and embarrassed. "So I'm just crazy, and imagined you? I don't think so. The fact that you're aroused right now proves my point exactly."

"Wha-" Louis looked down and pulled the blankets over himself, groaning loudly.

"I really do hate you," Louis mumbled, laying down and turning away from Edward.

"Come on, Doll. It's cute, don't deny what your little body wants." Edward moved closer to the boy and rubbed a hand over his tummy.

"I'm going to give you five seconds to get to your side of the bed."

"Or what? You'll pout at me for a couple days until you forget? I think I can take it, Doll." Edward chuckled into the crook of Louis' neck, pressing his manhood into the boy's delicious bottom.

"Get your fuc-"

"Come on, Louis, don't be such a bitch. I just want to cuddle. If I wanted to fuck you then I would've already. "

Louis groaned in frustration and stared at the wall while Edward rubbed at Louis' soft skin. He knew Edward would win the argument anyway, so he decided to just stop talking.

Edward then turned Louis to face him, ignoring the boy's tired glare, and pulled him on top of himself.

"Edward. Who cuddles like this?" Louis asked. The light blush on his cheek was brought on by the suggestive position they were in, Louis was laying against Edward's chest, legs on either side of the man's body, and Edward's arms tightly wound around his small waist.

"I do," the man grunted out, and moved a hand up to press Louis' head into his chest. "Now go to sleep, Doll."

Louis sighed, but shut his eyes anyway. He had to admit, Edward was very comfortable to lay on.

Louis really didn't understand Edward, one moment he was telling him that he might kill him, and the next he was cuddling him. The man was impossible to predict.

He wondered how each of the triplets could be so completely different. If they weren't identical, Louis really wouldn't believe they were related.

Louis looked up at Edward, when his intimidating clover colored eyes were closed he was actually kind of cute. Louis enjoyed to lie to himself, pretending that Edward was a hideous decrepit man, whose sinister actions matched his looks, it definitely helped him hate Edward more.

It was moments like these where he hated Edward for being so incredibly gorgeous. He knew the reputation that came along with Edward's last name, he knew what the man must have done to uphold it too, but he couldn't help admiring his looks (for fucks sake he nicknamed him 'Adonis', before he had the displeasure of knowing his name).

Louis sighed and looked down at Edward's ink stained chest. Louis had no tattoos himself, he found them cool but had a terrible pain tolerance.

He wondered if Edward's first tattoo hurt, he wondered if any of the pain that came along with his tattoos even amounted to the pain that he felt from the gunshot wounds that scarred his skin.

His finger tips gently traced over the indentations on Edward's skin, cringing when he made contact with a particularly gruesome laceration.

"I try to hide them."

Louis looked up at Edward, his eyes held that emotionless gaze that the boy was too familiar with.

"That's why I have most of my tattoos."

"Why do you have so many?" Louis whispered, the amount of scarring the man had was concerning. He wasn't disgusted like Edward predicted, he was just curious as to what could be powerful enough to harm the man.

"I'm a slow learner, Doll. I was once your age, stubborn, hardheaded- well, more so than I am now at least."

Louis made a game of looking for bare skin on the man's arm, anything to avoid his eye contact.

"Who did this to you?"

"Don't worry about it, Doll. That's a story for another day."

Louis' curiosity was peaked, but he ignored the instinct to continue prodding, instead choosing to trace the cursive writing under Edward's clavicle.

Edward grabbed his hand, and Louis' attention was brought to the Styles family crest inked out on the back of his hand.

"Why don't you have any tattoos in color?"

The question brought Edward to sigh and kiss the boy's hand. "You ask far too many questions." He tangled his fingers into the boy's hair, playing with it gently. "It's time to go to bed now."

Louis laid back down onto Edward's chest. With every second that passed of Edward toying with Louis' hair, he grew more and more tired, until he slowly shut his eyes and fell asleep.