Hey people!

Yet another one of the several stories I'll be posting over today and tomorrow - this one is multi-chapter. ALVON (of course), rated M for later events, 80's universe, all characters belong to Bagdasarian Productions.

Hope you like it! Really long starting chapter, but hey, it's necessary.

Enjoy!

'And… yep. Officially locked in a room on New Year's.' Alvin stood back from his incessant tugging at the doorhandle.

He and Simon had been called to retrieve champaign for the adults, and for what must have been the first time in a very long time, the basement door snapped shut – evidently hard enough to trigger the already flimsy lock.

Alvin groaned and rested his forehead against the heavy steel door. He narrowed his eyes. 'Simon, you invent experimental time machines down here – yet the lock on the door hasn't been fixed in over a decade?'

'It's a minor problem,' Simon insisted defensively. 'I'd rather spend my time with more interesting projects than just fixing a door.'

'Well, this "minor problem" is now the reason we're stuck together on New Year's.' Alvin turned and sighed as he sat down on the top step. 'Not that you're complaining…' he muttered bitterly.

Simon's cheeks dusted with pink and he averted his gaze to his bench. 'It's not ideal for me, either…' he tried a protest.

Alvin scoffed, his elbow on his knee and chin in his palm. 'Last time I checked, you were in "love" with me.' He reminded, still bitter, but certainly louder.

'Last time you checked was six months ago…' Simon returned evenly. He shifted his stormy-grey eyes down and adjusted his glasses. '…but no, nothing has changed…'

'If you're trying to impress me with your… I dunno, "loyalty", or something –' Alvin began boredly, staring at his blue runners, 'It's really not helping.'

Simon pursed his lips and gave a shrug. 'It should.' He stated in simplicity.

Alvin met his gaze. 'No: it's concerning that you're in this stupid phase for so long.'

'Sure,' Simon tilted his head modestly, 'But doesn't it also give you reassurance, that I've spent so long not acting on my feelings?'

'You know I'd never speak to you again if you did.'

'I could still take advantage of you, if only to get what I want.' Simon pointed out with a blush. 'But I would never do that. And you can rest assured that I won't, because six months is a painfully long time to have these ridiculous feelings.'

Alvin shrugged, too. 'I'm still as uncomfortable as I was the day I found out.' He promised. Alvin had found out about Simon's feelings six months ago from a very spiteful Brittany during one of their fights. She had blurted it out to make Alvin quickly lose the argument. Evidently: everyone had known but himself.

He confronted Simon, who was so unprepared that he hadn't been able to assure Alvin the way he'd been slowly planning for so long. In that moment, he'd managed to convince Alvin not to disown him, but the eldest brother did convince Dave to separate their rooms, and Alvin's resentment remained stationary at border-lining-intense-fear. Simon had hoped it had gotten better, but it certainly didn't seem so.

'I'm sorry I didn't tell you myself.' Simon spoke up gently.

'What difference would it make?' Alvin returned, starting to tug at his laces indigently.

Simon blew out a breath. 'It would have sounded better than "your brother is hot for you!".'

Alvin scoffed. 'She said "watch your back, because Simon certainly is". Then followed with "and I'd watch the front, too".'

The bespectacled boy almost chuckled, but his nerves and embarrassment overshadowed that very quickly. 'She thinks I'm a threat, because she's attracted to you too.' Simon admitted. 'She's more bitter about this than you are.'

'Yeah, she doesn't have a chance, either.' Alvin smirked.

'So…' Simon leaned against the bench. 'Do you think anyone will come looking for us?'

Alvin looked over his shoulder, vaguely at the door. 'Eventually.'

Simon nodded, his gaze once again on the floor. 'I don't like being alone with you.' He spoke up after a few moments.

'Bummer.' Alvin said passively. 'I guess my cold-shouldering works, huh?'

'Your "cold-shouldering" doesn't work at all.' Simon promised. 'Because you always could-shouldered me. No, what I can't stand is the fact that you don't show any sort of emotion at all: it's unnerving and completely unusual.'

Alvin sighed heavily and stood, making his way down the stairs with a bounce in his step from boredom. 'Okay, then,' he stopped at the landing and leant against the end of the banister, folding his arms and looking at Simon. 'So other than violating me, what do you want from me?'

Simon rolled his eyes at Alvin. 'Violating you?' He scoffed. 'Don't flatter yourself. I don't have the willpower to act on my feelings: my brain still registers you as my older brother.'

'Why do I find that hard to believe..?' Alvin wondered sarcastically.

'Because you think you're the most attractive person to walk the planet.' Simon remarked. 'And what did you want me to say?'

Alvin bit his lip, his sapphire eyes shifting. 'You don't need to lie.' He said uncertainly.

Simon frowned slightly. 'You're… you're curious, aren't you?' He gathered. Alvin kept his gaze averted. 'That's the real reason you don't completely hate me – you're too interested.' Simon stepped forward, but quickly stopped when he figured Alvin wasn't exactly welcoming him either. He pursed his lips and looked down. 'What do you want to know?'

'It's more…' Alvin sighed, turning and pacing to the right. 'I mean: attracted to your brother…' he continued slowly. 'How does that even..? How do you go from brother… to… to that? How do you feel when you look at me?'

'I feel…' Simon began curiously, 'admiration… and… fondness…' He watched Alvin slowing to a stop. 'I feel happiness, most of the time. Little bit of shame, guilt, and self-loathing. Some desire, sure… but mostly the first ones.'

Alvin turned with a reluctant look. 'I feel those things too, Simon.' He insisted. 'Towards you, as a brother, but the only difference – Simon – the only difference is the desire.' He shifted his hands into his pockets. 'And I guess that's what makes this whole thing seem… scary.'

Simon smiled slightly. 'Shame, guilt and self-loathing?'

'Don't scoff, Simon.' Alvin narrowed his sapphire eyes. 'I'm ashamed that you fell for me. I'm guilty of not being a good older brother – that I'm so bad it would lead to this. And self-loathing is an appealing way of saying that I'm disappointed with myself. I failed to be your brother. That's why you've got feelings for me that aren't brotherly.'

'This isn't your fault, Alvin,' Simon chided incredulously. 'You can't seriously believe that you made me fall in love,' he shook his head, frowning. 'It doesn't work like that.'

Alvin shrugged, lifting his eyes to the ceiling. 'If we were closer as brothers, this wouldn't have happened.' He said simply, meeting Simon's gaze again. 'You can't pretend that's not true.'

Simon tilted his head modestly. 'It takes two.' He reminded. 'Maybe I was attracted to you all along.'

'I don't,' Alvin cringed slightly, 'Don't want to think about that – all the times we got undressed in front of each other and… yeah, it's not great when all your memories just collapse around you.'

'You're telling me.' Simon agreed, smiling amusedly. 'I'd give anything to think you're just a jerk with an ego complex again.'

Alvin smiled slightly. 'I guess I'm glad you don't hate me.' He put in. 'If I had to choose between you being sweet on me… or you hating me, I'd probably go with the love side.' He sighed a little. 'I just need to decide if I feel the same.'

Simon blinked at the unexpected remark. 'What?'

'Well I'm expected to think about it, aren't I?' Alvin pointed out.

'N-no – no,' Simon shook his head. 'You're not under some obligation, Alvin, you don't need to think about it at all – I'd much rather you didn't.'

Alvin tilted his head. 'Well too bad, because I've been thinking about it for a few weeks already.' He took a step towards Simon. 'If I don't feel the same, then it turns into hate – won't it? It's either: love you back, or I'll hate you for your feelings.'

Simon frowned. 'Not necessarily –'

'Yeah.' Alvin nodded down. 'That's exactly what will happen.' He laughed shortly. 'And I don't want to hate you. I've failed as the eldest long enough, I think.'

'So… then…' Simon found his cheeks spilling with a hot blush.

Alvin blew out a breath. 'I've been putting this off. I didn't want to choose,' he met Simon's gaze timidly. 'Because I knew what I would have to choose.'

Simon shook his head quickly, backing up again. 'You don't have to choose anything.'

'Si, it's okay,' Alvin smiled amusedly. 'I'm not gonna choose to hate you.'

'I'm more afraid you'll do the opposite.' Simon insisted.

Alvin rubbed his arm awkwardly. 'Yeah, well…' he frowned slightly. 'I was kinda expecting some support on this decision…'

Simon felt his back touch the bench, but he wasn't quite tense anymore. 'Alvin, six months – a-and – and now you're hitting on me?'

'You don't want that?'

'Not spontaneously, no.'

Alvin moved towards Simon. 'Okay.' He nodded diplomatically. 'Yes, this is spontaneous to you – but trust me, I've been stirring this over for a while. I'm not asking you to accept this, I'm telling you that I want to… you know, I want us – I – I choose… I choose lo – the opposite of hate,' he blew out a calming breath.

Simon's grey eyes shifted in confusion. 'But you don't want to.' He reminded. 'You're doing this based on… responsibility. Not feelings – certainly not towards me. Hence you can't say "love".'

'You don't understand,' Alvin insisted, 'I'm not offering myself up to your advances, I'm telling you that I'm going to try and understand how you feel. I'm not going to date anyone unless it's you. I'm going to be… I dunno… I'll be your boyfriend-in-training.' His cheeks were crimson, he cleared his throat. 'Or something…'

The bespectacled brother blinked, still slightly confused, but also intrigued. 'Why did you wait this long to tell me?' He asked.

Alvin shrugged again. 'You said it: I don't really want to be with you.' He elaborated quickly at the flash of hurt in Simon's eyes. 'I-I just mean physically – you know? I'm fine with being around you, and being true to you and all that – but as of right now – I'm kinda not keen for anything too romantic.'

Simon nodded slowly, a shy, fond smile was beginning to tug at his lips. 'Saying you'll be true to me is about the most romantic thing I could hope for…' he said in a light tone of appreciation.

'Good…' Alvin blushed, nerves showing clearly. '…good… good, um…' he bit his lip and looked up at the door momentarily. Simon could quite safely assume that Alvin was somewhat frightened. The eldest met Simon's gaze after a few more silent moments. 'I-I…' his words faltered for a moment, he wondered why Simon kept looking at him like he did. It reminded him of how he looked when he found something intriguing in a textbook. But Simon didn't dare speak: he was all too fascinated in what was going on, and how Alvin looked like he wanted to run and hide, but at the same time, he looked a little determined.

The older of the two tried again.

'Simon, I…' Alvin averted his gaze in a self-conscious manner, one foot skimming the cement floor in unrest. 'Just because we're…' his cheeks doused themselves in crimson once again. '…we're… you know – we're dating…' he barely managed to get that word above a whisper. Simon smiled shyly, wondering when exactly that became official, but kept quiet. 'I'm…' Alvin continued, his voice becoming more nerve-induced by the word. 'I-I don't want… you...' he sighed and spoke with a flinch. 'I don't want you to think it's okay to touch me without permission.' He got out, slowly meeting Simon's gaze again as if Simon was about to lecture him.

'Let's settle that fear,' Simon offered evenly, pushing himself up to sit down on his bench comfortably. 'Because it's completely irrational.'

Alvin hadn't realised, but he'd been clinging to the banister behind his back. He let his fingers relax when Simon situated his obvious choice of proximity.

Simon leaned back on his palms casually, keeping Alvin's deer-in-the-headlights gaze in full check. 'We're stuck down here,' he began, a tone of decision etched subtly, 'alone, on New Year's Eve.' He smiled slightly as Alvin took a cautious step back, his hand right back to gripping the banister. 'I'm in love with you… and you're afraid that I'll…' he shrugged and searched for the right word. 'I don't know what sort of horrors you've got in your head, but…' he held Alvin's gaze again. 'When you're in love with someone, Alvin...' he dropped the pitch of his voice teasingly, noting Alvin's stance getting more and more wary. 'You never want to see them hurt.' He finished. 'I would never do anything to hurt you. Physically, or in this case, emotionally. Rule that fear out, Alvin, because it shouldn't exist.'

'Y-you… promise you won't..?' Alvin bit his lip.

'Never.' Simon shook his head reassuringly.

Alvin gave a tiny set of nods, releasing his death-grip of the railing. 'I'm just not sure… what happens… with… well,' he gave a chance smile that faded quickly, 'with a boy, let alone… my brother…'

Simon smiled kindly. 'It's in everyone's nature to fear what they can't explain.' He nodded once. 'I don't expect you to act any different than you are now.' He looked down at his shoes casually. 'It's almost exactly how I acted when I stumbled on my feelings…'

'Really?' Alvin found the thought somehow amusing.

'Well,' Simon tilted his head modestly. 'I threw up a lot, but more or less acted the same...'

'Threw up?'

Simon looked up at Alvin with an amused smile. 'Picture me as a six-year-old little boy, stumbling on my own jersey and smiling in innocent wonder at the world around me – and then; imagine you're turned on by it.'

Alvin's expression took a very sudden plummet from fondness to shock.

Simon nodded. 'Exactly.' He felt his cheeks tinge with pink. 'See, when I realised how I felt about you, everything – every memory – seemed… ruined. I was mixing brotherly love with being in love without having any means to stop it… and all my fond memories of you were when you were younger. So they were the first to get tampered with, and when they were, I felt like a paedophile.' He blew out an awkward breath. 'Hence the constant visits to the bathroom…'

'You told us you had a stomach bug.' Alvin remembered, the uncomfortable feeling still sitting in his chest from hearing how Simon thought of him.

'Well I wasn't about to admit the truth, was I?' Simon pointed out. His grey eyes shifted and he shuddered in disgust at how he used to think of Alvin. 'But after a few weeks,' he continued, 'when I realised that nothing was going to stop me from looking at you the way I did, all those fond memories seemed to… find their place again. Back to innocence.' He glanced at Alvin. 'Needless to say: that childhood innocence doesn't make me want to kiss you anymore.'

Alvin nodded calmly. 'Quite the process…' he noted, feeling some strange pang of guilt that he wasn't there to help.

Simon nodded in return. 'A few months ago I would have rather signed myself up for prison than have the audacity to kiss you.' He smiled again as Alvin's sapphire eyes shifted to the side uneasily. 'But now I just know my limits, and I'm keeping those morals that always landed me the title of "responsible".

'Yeah… I guess I'm glad you're not the "spontaneous romantic" type…' Alvin offered a smile.

You have no idea… Simon returned the smile amusedly. 'I'm not the kind to discard someone else's feelings for my own, no.'

Alvin gave a nod as the two descended into silence again. Not as uncomfortable, but still with a resonating air that something more should be being said. He tried to take in what Simon had told him, and told himself to be reassured that nothing unconsented would occur between them. It was difficult to persuade his previously-doubt-filled mind, but he managed it enough to relax against the banister.

Odd that this would all initiate on New Year's. As if fate had decided that this was some resolution that needed to be made.

Simon noted Alvin's thoughtful – but calm – state with a feeling of relief. He hadn't scared Alvin – at least not unintentionally – and he knew that he'd said the right things to make Alvin understand most points of his complex feelings.

'Just…' Alvin began, meeting Simon's gaze. 'To clarify: you don't want me to kiss you at midnight?' His tone held a challenging streak, which Simon couldn't help but smirk at.

'I think you should sort out the difference between "want" and "will",' he returned pointedly. 'Of course I want you to. The fact remains that I don't expect you to.'

Alvin smiled in amusement. 'Well, that was a perfectly crafted answer,' he complimented slyly. 'With just a hint of dare.'

Simon grinned shyly, looking down at his feet. 'What did you expect from asking me a question like that?'

'A simple "no" would have put my poor nerves at ease.' Alvin remarked in a mock-disapproving voice.

'Would your nerves be "at ease" if I tied my hands together?' Simon offered.

Alvin scoffed dramatically. 'Well that's a little inappropriate, don't you think?'

Simon laughed in embarrassment. 'You know what I mean…'

Alvin chuckled, smiling thankfully at Simon. 'It's okay, I'm learning to trust you.'

'Well, then…' Simon shrugged, looking down and to his right. 'Why don't you join me up here?' He flinched at how awkward that sounded.

The older of the two pursed his lips, but reluctantly came forward. 'Just because you made it sound so inviting,' he mused, to keep a handle on his nerves. Which didn't really work, but he forced himself to go with it regardless.

Simon cursed at his rising pulse, feeling Alvin settle down beside him.

Alvin scanned Simon's blush and frozen state. He looked down at his swinging feet, his hands gripping the edge of the bench for a sense of security.

'You'd think they'd be worried where we are.' Alvin offered casually, nodding to the door.

'Maybe they think we're solving our differences behind a door that isn't locked.' Simon returned, also looking at the door. 'Dave's been on my case about that for a while…'

Alvin smiled a little. 'Me too…' he admitted.

Simon looked down again, his cheeks darkening. 'New Year's is a good time if ever, I suppose.'

'Yeah…' Alvin again looked to Simon's evasive form. 'So… I'm not going to kiss you tonight.' He reminded in a definitive voice.

'Good, I don't think I could handle it...' Simon smiled.

Alvin chuckled. 'But you deserve one bit of proof that I'm going to go through with my promise.' He continued.

Simon froze again in nerves.

'Can I get some eye contact, please?' Alvin cooed teasingly.

'You really don't need to do anything…' Simon tentatively lifted his eyes.

Alvin shrugged, a content smile stationary over his lips. 'I guess I'm too used to being charming.' He returned, smiling brighter when Simon laughed lightly. 'It's nothing fancy,' he went on, 'and it's no kiss…' he felt that stubborn blush return, but continued. 'I just wanted to tell you that… that you're weirdly… unnervingly… attractive.'

Simon felt his breath catch, his heart skipped multiple beats over. He was sure his cheeks were revisiting the red glow of Christmas Eve. 'I-I… I… I mean… thank… th-thank you.' he got out, surprised he could manage a sentence, let alone a grammatically correct one.

The eldest was grinning in extreme amusement. 'Wow, if that's how you handle a bad compliment, I can't wait to see how you handle a proper one.'

'Bring a bucket of water.' Simon agreed with a nod.

There was silence again, but a pleasant one. Simon smiled shyly, fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt, and Alvin kept trying to contain his laughter while he replayed the schoolboy-crush shock Simon reacted with.

'Well…' Alvin began amusedly. 'I did have more to say, but now I'm not so sure it's safe.'

Simon grinned. 'I told you I can't handle anything affectionate from you. Even words.'

Alvin looked at Simon. 'Dare I conclude,' he started, earning Simon's soft chuckle, 'that I think being stuck with you is a perfect way to spend New Year's.'

'Now you're just trying to give me a heart-attack.' Simon commented in mock disapproval.

'I think I've used up the "cheesy line" box for the night, anyway.' Alvin insisted.

Simon hummed casually. 'It wasn't cheesy…' he promised. 'At least not the first one.'

Alvin raised a brow. 'Well, I hope you realise how drastically I have to change my flirting skills,' he pointed out. 'I can't very well pull the usual "where have you been all my life?", can I?'

'I'm very sorry,' Simon teased, 'heaven forbid you try something unique just for me.' He met Alvin's sapphire gaze with a smile, which slowly transitioned from amused to tranquil.

'I think I've got one,' Alvin began, allowing the intense checking-out Simon was performing on his eyes. 'I didn't know what I was missing…' He looked to his lap before Simon took that approval the wrong way.

Simon shook his head. 'I thought you didn't want me to kiss you.'

Alvin non-committedly leaned away a fraction. 'It's best to keep thinking that for a while.' He insisted. 'I don't really know how to go about this, so… so I might be… sprouting romantic ramblings without cause or reason.'

'And I think I'd need access to the hospital if we did kiss,' Simon put in modestly, 'so we're at an understanding.' He looked up to the door again. 'I'm expecting you to ask me out properly, by the way.'

'Properly..?' Alvin repeated uncertainly.

Simon hummed in agreement. 'More than just an implication, at least.'

Alvin blushed. The thought of asking someone to be his boyfriend was the most unappealing of the night. Rest in peace, reputation… he flinched. But he allowed himself to think about it, maybe find a loophole to avoid any titles.

'Going steady doesn't do it justice.' He decided, and looked at Simon evenly. 'Simon, I want to be with you, through better or worse.'

The bespectacled boy blinked at Alvin, before he replied just as sincerely. 'And I can't imagine a future without you in it.'

Alvin bit his lip. 'This is sounding a bit too much like a marriage vow, isn't it..?'

Simon shrugged with an amused smile. 'Through learning and in discomfort.'

'Till prison do we part.' Alvin chuckled.

'Indeed.' Simon nodded, stifling his laughter. There was silence again, where Simon looked up at the basement door, Alvin looked to his lap thoughtfully; wondering where he found the nerve to do this at all. Simon spoke up after a moment. 'Do you think they planned this?'

Alvin looked to Simon curiously. 'They knew the door would lock?'

Simon tilted his head modestly. 'Well, that part was clearly an accident… but, making us both get champaign? It's not exactly a tw0-man job.'

'That's true…' Alvin agreed, pursing his lips. 'Maybe Dave wanted us to settle this before the new year started.'

'Maybe they think we're just choosing to be alone on New Year's.'

'Probably think that we're making out and need the privacy,' Alvin joked, but his cheeks were red.

Simon leaned back with a small sigh. 'Brittany's going to throttle me…'

Alvin faked a gasp. 'I don't think so – no one hurts my significant other,' he grinned as Simon did. 'You honestly don't need to worry about Brittany. I've given her enough hints that it's never going to happen.'

'Still…' Simon bit his lip. 'There's going to be quite a few… well… challenges, I suppose…'

'I'm a thrill-seeker.' Alvin shrugged confidently. 'I suppose I asked for this… being reckless… and, you know, much too good-looking.'

Simon chuckled. 'Must be a curse.'

Alvin scoffed. 'Si, we're twins.'

'I know.' Simon smirked.

'I always thought I was too good-looking for anyone, really…' Alvin began casually – Simon was unable to tell if he was serious or not, 'Now someone who has eighty per-cent of my looks is in love with me…'

Simon nodded. 'You do spend way too long looking at the mirror…' He mused.

Alvin tilted his head modestly. 'Well, anyway… here we are…' He smiled at Simon quickly. 'And I'll part time with the mirror occasionally for you.'

'Honoured again.' Simon smiled softly. He looked over at Alvin as another thought occurred. 'When we get out of here… what do we tell everyone?'

'We tell everyone, very ambiguously, that we came to an understanding,' Alvin began, 'While in private, we pursue this until there's actually something to tell.'

'Alright,' Simon shrugged. 'Simple enough.'

Alvin scoffed slightly. 'Yeah, well, we're gonna need something simple with a relationship like this…' He figured. 'And by the way: when I say "private" don't get any ideas.' He warned, only partly joking. 'I can still scream.'

Simon sighed. 'Once more, Alvin: I would never take advantage of you.' He offered a smile. 'After all; if that were the case, I would have jumped you by now.' With this he let himself off the bench and started for his blueprint cupboard, smirking at Alvin's slight cringe.

Couple more chapters left to this! - Oh, and as for this Scott character, he's not a Chipmunk OC, he's just one of Alvin's friends because I needed a random, and he usually serves that purpose in a few of my stories. Anyway.

Thanks for reading guys :)