Andrew gave a soft sigh as he tidied up the perpetually blemish free kitchen. He couldn't cook, a complete unfortunate skill set he didn't manage to gain raising his...siblings. One that dear Mattie seemed to have gained from somewhere he really didn't want to know. Leaning on the sink, he glanced at the two children on the kitchen table eating, he smiled softly.
Well at least he managed to get something right. Gaining Victor's attention was something considered an accomplishment. How long ago was it again when he was claimed? Seven? Eight? Ten Years ago? Making an unhappy face, he began to calculate it all in his head. Unknowing to him, the two children turned to each other in worry.
He was...well...Matthew had just turned one, so that made him...24? Yes, sounds about right. He was 24 and Victor was 22. He blanched at that thought. Good heavens, he's old. He shivered lightly before turning away from the children and continued to wash the dishes.
Half way through, he stopped and realized that he already washed them and sighed, yet again.
He may not admit it openly. He may dislike it intensely. And he truly feels irritated, but he knew it was necessary.
Victor taking other spouses, somehow, rubs him the wrong way. But he'll suck it up.
A short tug at his sleeve made him look down and he immediately smiled at his son.
One that Victor often teases him as giving life to a clone. Nathaniel took more of him than Victor and it saddened Andrew somewhat. It would be greater if only the child was born with his father's more...masculine features, but that was fine. Victor was pleased with their union any way.
"Are you happy, Mommy?" Nathaniel asked him. Slightly shocked, Andrew turned to his brother with a raised brow who replied with a childish shrug. He gave his son a smile as he hoisted him up with no problems. "Of course I am, why do you ask?" he asked with a concerned smile.
"Because you keep sighing and Mattie tells me that when you sigh, pieces of your soul leave you and you can't be happy again!" the little him told him with much fervor. Andrew immediately turned to glare at his brother who gave him a sheepish grin before running away.
He rolled his eyes at the butchered Japanese belief that his brother told his son. "No, I'm very happy Nathaniel." he told his son honestly. "I'm just worried that your Father's new spouses may be..." he paused, how were you going to tell your son that the other spouses could be bitches. "...may not like me." he continued smoothly.
Nathaniel frowned. "Why not?" he asked angrily. "Daddy likes you! I like you! Mattie likes you! Everyone here likes you! Even Granpa likes you!" he added. "Why won't they like you?!" his little boy demanded with a pout. Andrew knew where that pout was going to lead. He just knew that a temper tantrum was going to strike!
He had to control this matter or else the little tyke (and his demonic little brother) was going to explode in anger and honestly, he'd rather not have an incident when the new spouses arrive. The awkward tension between him and the others is going to be so great.
Especially since he was the first...and the longest spouse that Victor will take. Plus he had given the other his first heir.
Andrew flicked Nathaniel's nose lightly and the boy gave a squeak. "Because adults think differently from everyone else." he told his son. "But if you're extra nice to them and get Mattie to be NICE." he added loudly, knowing full well his brother was just around the corner, "Then maybe, just maybe, they'll like me too." he told his son. Who frowned and thought it over then smiled and ran away yelling, "Mattie! We have to be NICE to them! Instead of putting frogs in their shirt like we planned!"
Andrew groaned. At least he managed to dissuade the kids from that little plan. Now on to making them NOT put worms in their hair or hug the new spouses covered in mud.
He was getting too old for this.
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Andrew sighed as he waited in the settee, over looking the lawn for the new spouses to arrive. It seemed truthfully shocking that Victor was suddenly taking so many spouses at the same time. He knew that it wasn't because Victor was bored of him. Hardly that, their performance in bed was actually getting better for some reason and always left Victor very satisfied.
He threw away the dark thoughts, it wasn't his place to say why Victor was taking interest in others. He was going to be a cheerful, kind, nice, polite....oh who the hell was he kidding. He was seething but he was an adult and he was so proving that he is one.
Andrew still remembers how they first met. The apartment was in disarray. The laundry was all in one corner. He was running without sleep for he couldn't count how many days, and was sporting a sniffle or two. And his baby brother was a heaven to raise, unlike his two other siblings, thankfully gone and married but at this time baby Matthew was sporting a fever and Andrew could do so little to ease the baby's burden.
He was irritable, which he usually wasn't. His coworkers who were often always nearly stuck to him were now giving him a wide berth, which he was absolutely pleased about. And he just came home from his shift and truly working in the evening screws up your biochemistry somewhat. He's turning into a vampire. Worse, he's turning his brother into a vampire, who now has a fever.
Imagine his surprise when there was a hesitant knock on the door, looking at the time. Andrew saw it was 10.15 in the morning and realized he hasn't slept yet. Between arriving from work at 5 in the morning, caring for his brother, trying to get the laundry done, cleaning the house and trying to fix the Goddamn light bulb! He had found sleep to unnecessary.
He opened the door to say screw you at his neighbour who keeps thinking him a gigolo, just because his mother was a whore didn't make him one, damn it! So he opened the door, a whole tirade of large words and managed to catch them before they spurted out.
"Andrew Yamato, I presume?" the person in front of him asked, surveying his form coolly. Andrew shut his mouth, his face turning slightly red. He had forgone his shirt since Matthew managed to puke on that one too, and he really couldn't be bothered to change into a new one since he knew his little brother was just going to puke on it too. Better bathe and be done with it.
"I--you, how----I mean, yes." he managed to answer, trying not to wonder why the UN President's son was in front of him. He follows current events and knew that Victor Silver finished his schooling a year past and was currently following in his father's footsteps. "I'm Drew Yamato, how may I help you Mr. Sil--" he wasn't able to finish that when he heard his brother cry.
Completely ignoring the man, he rushed back inside and quickly scooped up his brother in his arms, trying to soothe his tears and sing small lullabies. Feeling someone watching him, Andrew turned around and saw that Victor Silver had followed him inside.
He blushed heavily. "I'm sorry for leaving you there, sir." he apologized but gave no other explanation. "What is it I can do for you Mr. Silver?" he asked again, hushing his brother when it made a soft sob.
"Please, call me Victor" Victor Silver said with a smile. "Andrew, you are my potential spouse."
Andrew stared at him and managed to only say. "Oh. That sounds nice. Can you come again?" Like a dumbstruck fool. "I'm afraid I'm not a particular good match." he added quickly. "Saddled with a baby brother and all."
But Victor would have none of it and he found himself agreeing. Andrew didn't believe in love really but these few years with Victor proved him wrong.
He had fallen in love. But dear lords above, having other spouses here would be a test of true patience.
He blinked away his memories as he saw a familiar car drive in closer and he sat up straighter. "Kids!" he called out, making no movement from where he sat. Let the other spouses get situated first before he sprung himself on them.
He didn't want to come off...haughty and rude.
But he won't let them take over so easily either. This was HIS family. And he would need to see if they were a suitable...match for Victor. It wouldn't do for the spouses to be pathetic.
Victor was going to be such a great man after all.