Impulse

Chapter Nine

Edward looks behind Louis out the small window put in place in their bathroom. "I did itbecause he's never known how to be happy. You can make him happy, petal."

"What about you?" Louis moves his thumb to the Adam's Apple on Edward's throat.

"We can share."

*NARRATOR'S POV*

Louis blinks away the sting of a hypothetical eye lash falling in his eye, and looks at Edward indisbelief. "Share?" 

"Share." Edward confirms, a smirk curving the corner of his mouth so his dimple sinks partially onhis pale cheek. "It shouldn't be unappealing to you." 

"Oh really?" Louis crosses his arms, or at least tries to before Edward nails him against his chest. 

Edward drags his lips across Louis' ear and it provides a starting point for all the right shivers."Twice as much attention. Twice as much pleasure." 

"Maybe that's not all I want." Louis turns his head with difficulty to look Edward in the eye, acasual clash of blue ice and green earth.

 "What do you want?" The man taps the bandage around Louis' neck that's concealing the healingprocess of a scabbed bite mark. "Protection?" He laughed in a warm breath. "Warmth?" His armextends around Louis to unplug the drain and stand. "Love, petal? Is that what you want?"

 Louis knows he wants a lot more than what these brothers can offer in their broken glory to him. Hetries to tell Edward this without needing to say a word, his eyes burning the message into thelandscape of Edward's mind. His body is lifted out of the tub and a towel is wrapped around him. 

"Give us a chance." Edward tucks the loose end of the thick white towel into a secured hook underLouis' arm. "Maybe the desire of two mad men will be enough for you."

 "You're not a mad man." Louis points out quietly, studying Edward's reaction as it evolves.The man smiles crookedly and touches his index to his lips in a motion to be silent about it. Edwardtakes Louis' hand, rolling the boy's smaller fingers between his own and leads him out of thebathroom. Harry is not in the bedroom but a vase is broken at his bed by the window.

 "He can be a child at times." Edward speaks, switching on the light in their closet. 

 Louis thinks about the time Harry rocked back and forth on his bed in Briarville; the time he spentconvincing Louis at the very same window that he did everything for them. He had anunsettled way about him and the nervousness of a child being rejected. 

"Don't let him guilt you." Edward pulls off clothing from random hangers. "He is very passionateabout everything he favours and now he favours you."Edward gives Louis black joggers and a white T-shirt that's bound to flow for miles on his bodyshape. It feels soft anyway.

 "What about you?" Louis slips the shirt on first after forgetting to dry himself. "You always speakabout him."Edward starts to remove his wet clothing at last after Louis imagines they've become soggy andawful. Their eyes never separate even when Edward is stark naked and standing inches away fromhim.

 "Twice as passionate." Edward runs the tip of his nose up the column of Louis' throat and when theboy's eyelashes flutter before closing, let's the stickiness of his lips slide across Louis' without akiss. "I'm all yours."

 Louis' eyes fly open. "Mine?" 

"All yours." Edward reinstates. "Why, petal, would you like me to belong to someone else?"

 "Why would you...-" Louis reaches his hand towards Edward's cheek and stands on his tiptoes."You want to be mine in-"

 "I am yours." Edward corrects. "My brother hasn't realised it yet but he's given himself to you along time ago."