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'There's only one bed' ft. Climitri

📰 → Chapter Summary:

As the months pass, Dimitri wavers, so Clive starts to wear Claire's perfume in his presence in order to get the scientist working again. However, the scent is eventually covered by the smoke from Dimitri's cigarettes, thus causing Clive's control to slip away once more. In a bid to regain the control he once held, Clive tries to convince the scientist to quit smoking with a careful choice of words.

I really like how I set Dimitri's flirtation up.....

In the middle of the fic, Clive says: "Younger people can like older things too."

And then near the end of the fic, Dimitri turns it back on him:

I was kind of freaking out when I wrote this part. Haha.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87996451

🍜 A Clive Dove x Dimitri Allen fanfic by me 🍜

Chapters: 1/1 (Completed)

Words: 2833

Fandom: Layton Kyouju Series | Professor Layton Series

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Dimitri Allen/Clive (Professor Layton), Clive & Pepper (Professor Layton), Dimitri Allen & Pepper (Professor Layton), Dimitri Allen & Family Goon (Professor Layton), Clive & Family Goon (Professor Layton)

Characters: Clive (Professor Layton), Dimitri Allen, Pepper (Professor Layton), Family Goon (Professor Layton)

Language: English

🍴🥄 Summary:

After searching for Dimitri all over Future London, Clive finds the scientist sitting alone in Pepper's Noodle Palace, struggling to eat one of the aforementioned chef's special fusion dishes: Jellied Eel Noodle Soup. A conversation between the two men ensues, though they aren't without interruption.

“There you are,” Clive exclaimed as he burst into Pepper’s Noodle Palace. Both his voice and the slam of the doors were drowned out by the dramatic symphony which blasted from the restaurant's record player. With one harsh click he pressed pause and made his way to the only table which was occupied.

“I could hear that from the bazaar.”

“Oh it was just getting to the good part…” Dimitri brought a gathering of noodles to his mouth with trembling chopsticks and sighed. “What did you need?”

Ignoring the question, the young man pulled out the chair opposite Dimitri, scraping its skeletal, hongmu legs on tiles which, despite only being laid 3 years prior, were already rife with chips and cracks. The screech from the friction vibrated all the crumbs which littered the floor and shot a prickly itch through the scientist's skin.

“It's good to see you eating. I was beginning to get worried.”

“I do eat, Clive! I–”

Clive gave him a questioning look as he sat.

The older man’s hunch and slight tremor were enough to signal that in his 4-day rush to finalise the blueprints for the time machine, Dimitri had not consumed a single thing other than his beloved instant coffee and the celebratory bottle of champagne they had shared over the schematics’ completion.

“...Nevermind. I suppose you have a point. I’ll repeat my question, what did you need?”

“Funnily enough, I wanted you to eat.” Clive ran his fingers through his fringe, straightening the dirty-blond bird's nest of strands which now glimmered a fringe flower red under the glow of the palace’s paper lanterns. Unknowingly, he missed a strand. “But it appears that's been taken care of. Alcohol isn't exactly the most nutritious provision.”

There were only a handful of noodles left in Dimitri’s broth. Remaining silent, he fished them out with wooden chopsticks, making careful sure to avoid the jellied eel chunks which bobbed just below the waterline. As he finished the noodles, his soft slurps filled the silence left by the paused record and the absence of the restaurant's usual patrons.

But as the weeks go by, whenever they kiss, the intensity of the sharp jabs from its silver bristles increases, and so does Clive's hatred for it.

He demands for Dimitri to shave it, making claims like 'it doesn't suit your face!' and 'it's ugly!' even though he thinks quite the opposite.

"To his surprise and mild consternation, for he was not a sentimental man, he discovered that his farewell was beginning to affect him. He had grown to like Jan during the weeks they had plotted together. Moreover, he had begun to fear he might be an accessory to a complicated suicide."