A/N: Couldn't get this outta my head, so I just decided to write it. It's just a little ficlet I thought of, nothing much. I thought it was cute.
Pairing: Cain/Riff
Warnings: Shounen-ai, mentions of alcohol use. If you don't like it, then please don't read.
Disclaimer: Godchild (/The Cain Saga) and all its characters belong to the incredible Kaori Yuki. If it were up to me, there would be a LOT more Cain/Riff in there...
Creeeeak
Riff stirred in his sleep as the bedroom door opened slowly.
Someone took a few uneasy steps into the room. A sliver of light shone through from the hallway. Riff turned onto his side.
Clumsy footsteps, a rustle of fabric. In the stark quiet, there was a sudden crash! as a table lamp was knocked over by careless movement.
Riff bolted upright and snapped on his bedside light just as another figure came rushing in the door.
"Lord Cain!"
Two voices, one surprised, one irritated, startled the young Earl as he stood clumsily in the middle of the floor, trying to pull his shirt up over his head. His face was just visible through the neck hole, expression as innocent and startled as a new puppy.
The maid in the doorway squeaked and started explaining so fast that Riff's still-asleep mind could barely follow her.
"I'm so sorry he came in late I think he was out drinking and he got away from me and he won't listen to what I tell him and I'm so sorry!!" She was almost in tears.
Riff sighed and rubbed his tired face as Cain ignored them both and managed to wiggle out of his jacket and shirt. He stumbled across the floor, barely finding the way with the dim lighting, and collapsed onto Riff, attracted by his warmth. The maid squeaked again and turned red.
Riff took a deep breath and tried to avoid being hit with flying limbs as Cain fumbled to get under the covers with him. This was made very difficult by the fact that he was incredibly smashed. Riff could smell the alcohol on him. It was so strong that it was as if the boy had bathed in it.
The maid felt very awkward. "S-sir, i-is there something I should-"
Riff interrupted her with a wave of his hand. "No, he gets like this once in a while. There's nothing you can do to stop him. He's a very stubborn drunk, and if he doesn't get what he wants, he starts hitting."
The maid stared at them as Cain tried to burrow into Riff's chest.
After Cain finally stopped thrashing around, Riff turned once again to the maid. "Leave him here. He'll be fine with me." The maid nodded, still red, and quickly shut the door.
Cain evidently found a comfortable spot on top of Riff with his face buried in his neck, because he stopped moving and started breathing easily.
Riff pretended not to blush as he felt his Lord's breath on his throat, and quickly shut off the light, plunging them both into total darkness.
Only when he felt the darkness was complete enough to be safe, Cain's eyes winked open. He listened to the steady breathing of the man beneath him, relaxing against the rise and fall of his chest. He smiled and snuggled closer as slender fingers began to gently caress his scarred back.
Yes, his plan had worked very well indeed. He'd have to try it again sometime in the near future. It was amazing what one could do with a half pint of whiskey spilled down one's shirt.
Cain grinned and gave himself to the darkness.