Author's Note: Made this at 2 AM after I had a dream about it. I hope you guys enjoy this story and if you would like to request a paring or just review I would very much appreciate it. Characters humanized. WARNING: YAOI AND FEELS. Thanks for reading luvvies~
Even through the thick stones of the Brennenburg castle, Pewdie could clearly hear the rumble of thunder outside. Filling his lantern with all the oil he had, he set out for the dark, seemingly endless corridors of the labyrinth-like castle as usual. "Okay...first find Stephano." The Swede mumbled to himself. He came to a door that was unlocked and pulled it open. "Stephano? Are you in here?" He asked quietly. He held his lantern as far out as he could to get a better illumination of the room to look around. No reply from his trusty companion. "Stephano!" He called out louder than he had originally intended. He gave up after that call went unanswered. He walked out of the room and turned left, expecting more dark corridor. Instead, he ran into something much more pleasant, or rather, someone. "Ah! Pewdie! H-hello there!" Said a familiar and somewhat childish voice. "Mr. Chair?!" Exclaimed Pewdie, surprised. Why was he roaming around? He should be in chairmode, this place was teeming with monsters, especially Bros. "Are you nuts?! The Bro is out there!" A long ramble of nervous "I'm sorry!" and this and that followed his outburst. Pewdie tuned it out, and next thing he knew Mr. Chair was gone. He payed no mind to it, the chair had a habit of random, unintended teleportation. He continued on, wandering the halls until he grow tired. A conveniently placed mattress lay in the open room he was directly in front of. 'May I'll just nap for a while...' He thought as he put the lantern down and flopped onto the mattress.
The sleeping gamer was soon awakened by shuffling feet and a sound he knew all too well; The groan/growl of a Bro. And he was close, VERY close. He choked back a scream and quickly shut the door to the room he was in. He hoped the bro didn't feel like taking a nap. He turned off the lantern and crouched into the darkest corner of the room he could find and waited for the Bro to pass on by. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. ... Silence. Pewdie sighed in relief and reopened the door. He didn't dare to turn on the lantern, for fear that the Bro will notice.
Roughly fifteen minutes later, Pewdie was sure it was safe and called out for Stephano again. This time, he heard a faint, French-accented reply. "Pewdie! Over here!" Pewdie was overcome with joy, forgetting his fear for a second. "Stephano! Where are ya? I'm coming!" He called out to his gold-clad friend.
It didn't take long for Pewdie to find Stephano. He was impossible to miss, especially when he glinted in the light of the lantern. The golden statue was leaning against the cold stone wall, arms folded across his chest and eyes closed, completely relaxed. Having been here for God knows how long, he had gotten used to the creepy atmosphere. 'Yes, I found Stephano! ...And man, does he look sexy!' Thought the gamer. Wait, what? Did he just think Stephano was sexy? No way, he wasn't homo! Even so, he couldn't help but stare at the gold man, taking in his form. It seemed he was staring a little too long, though, for Stephano had opened his eyes and shot him a half glaring-half questioning look. He felt his face heat up. "Ah, I'm glad I found you Stephano!" He said lamely, as if it somehow excused his awkward oops-I-got-caught-staring moment. Why was his heart beating so rapidly? It wasn't because he was trapped in a castle that was creepy as hell. Just hearing himself say Stephano's name made his heart do somersaults.
"I see." The statue replied emotionless, but then added "Are you just going to stand there and stare or are we gonna get going?" He cocked an eyebrow. "Oh! Um, yeah. Let's go!" Pewdie replied quickly. A blush crept it's way onto his face again. He gestured the hall. "L-lead the way Stephano." He laughed nervously. Stephano said nothing, he merely nodded and walked expecting Pewdie to follow him. Pewdie stayed close behind, admiring the way his golden friend seemed to slide instead of walk... 'and that ASS!' He thought. Oh god! Now he was sounding like Piggeh!
"This way Pewdie!" Stephano said as he made an unsuspected turn near a locked door. He looked over his shoulder only to see that Pewdie wasn't listening to him at all. "Pewdie!" He snapped at him. Nothing. "Felix!" He shouted, hoping his real name would snap him out of his daydream. Pewdie returned to reality when he heard Stephano say his name and blushed like a madman. The way it sounded when he said his name with that beautiful French accent... It made Pewdie's heart skip a beat. "Huh?! I'm sorry! I kind of spaced out!" What was wrong with him? He wasn't himself today, especially around Stephano. The statue groaned and grabbed Pewdie by the wrist. "We're going this way." He pulled the gamer along. Pewdie had expected Stephano's hands to be, well, statue-ish, rough, cold, etc. but instead they were warm and soft. He touch was quiet comforting. They were halfway down the new corridor when they heard it; the sound of an approaching Bro.
Pewdie shrieked as fear filled him. He was in the hall with Stephano, no where to hide, and if they ran the bro would surely catch up. Another soft hand covered his mouth. "Shhhh..." Next thing he knew, Stephano had pulled him close, very, very, close as he flattened himself against the wall. When he noticed this, he blushed. Stephano glanced at him and felt the sudden urge to flip them around so he was pinning Pewdie against the wall and kiss him. 'God, he is so cute... To hell with the bro!' He thought as images of this fantasy flooded his mind. Then he realized how highly inappropriate these thoughts were and pushed them away. If they were still, the Bro wouldn't take notice. Fortunately, it just walked on past the two. Thank god!
Stephano felt something wet on his shirt and looked down. Was he...? No way. He was crying! Pewdie was clutching the gold thread of Stephano's shirt tightly with both hands and dropped the lantern. He couldn't stop himself, so he just cried. Stephano removed his hand from his friend's mouth and clearly heard the sobs. It was heartbreaking, seeing his friend like this. "Pewdie...? What's wrong?" He asked, concerned. Pewdie never broke down like this before, not even when the Bro nearly severed his arm from his shoulder with a swipe of it's claw. "Th-the Bro... S-S-Scares me..." The crying man choked out. 'He's such a child... Crying like this over a Bro! But... why does it break my heart so much?' Stephano thought. "Shhh..." he whispered soothingly into Pewdie's ear. "It's okay now. He's gone now, and he will never be able to hurt you. Not as long as I still stand." By the time he finished his sentence, they had both slid how the wall, Stephano embracing Pewdie in a tight hug as they sat on the cold floor. They stayed that way for a while, Pewdie crying in Stephano's arms...