Chapter 2: Night in A Haunted Mansion
Kazahaya and Rikuo had searched the entire mansion from head to toe with little effort at finding the ring. They had found nothing that could help them in their search. The last room they visited was a large bed room. This room was different from all the others. Instead of being black, it was blood red. The sheets were the same color and so was the rug. There were two large dressers that sat next to each other and a body-sized mirror that sat under a painting of what looked to be the last person who owned it.
Kazahaya flopped down on the bed. He was panting hard from walking for so long and was happy to get off his feet. "I'm so tired . . . "
"Well, I guess we should stay here. It's getting late and I doubt that there's going to be a boogeyman going around." Rikuo said as he walked over to a window. He pushed the dark curtains to the side to let in some light into the dim room. "You can take this room and I'll take the couch we saw in the library."
"What?" he asked in a nervous tone. He didn't want to be left alone in the dark that he had feared for quite sometime and especially didn't want to be alone in the dark in a place like this. "If it's all right with you . . . you could share this bed with me."
This made Rikuo chuckle. "Is the big baby afraid of the dark?" he asked and turned to him.
"No!"
"Just admit it." He walked over to him and squatted next to him. He moved his face close to Kazahaya's and leaned onto his shoulder. "I will if you tell the truth." Rikuo breathed the words warmly in his ear and rubbed his lips against his ear lobe.
The sight seer blushed terribly. He bit his bottom lip and murmured, "I might be afraid of the dark . . . "
"You might?" he asked and poked him teasingly in the sides.
"Okay! I am! I am afraid of the dark. Are you satisfied?" he asked and punched on his partner sitting next to him in the shoulder.
"Yes. And I'll be more than happy to sleep in your bed." He chortled and stood from the bed. "I have a few things to take care of before I go to sleep." He said to him before walking out of the room. "Don't get too scared!" Rikuo called to him from within the echoing long halls.
"Yeah, right you bastard!" Kazahaya shouted angrily at him. He laid back into the bed and pulled the large maroon colored sheets over himself.
"I heard that." A voice that sounded like Rikuo's said behind him. But how could that possibly be Rikuo? He just went out the door. He watched him leave!
"Huh?" he turned around and saw his partner already in bed laying next to him. "But how did you-" he was quickly cut off by Rikuo's finger pressing lightly against his lips.
"Shhh . . . " he whispered to him. He removed his finger and replaced it with his smooth and soft lips. "There's no need for words." Rikuo spoke quietly to him. He moved his body to fit against Kazahaya's and closed his eyes. One arm went about his waist and dragged him across the dark sheets.
"Riku . . . " Kazahaya breathed the word and closed his eyes. His arms went around his neck to crush their mouths together. Their teeth clicked as they came into contact. Just before he could do anything else, the sound of his partner's voice interrupted their kiss.
"What the Hell are you doing?" he heard him ask. But it wasn't from in front of him. It was coming from behind them.
"I thought you said there was no need for words . . . " he opened his eyes slowly and saw that the Rikuo next to him had disappeared. "Rikuo?" he shouted and quickly snapped his head toward the direction of his voice.
"I think there is a need for words." Rikuo said as he crawled into the bed with his friend whose face was now completely flushed. "Was that your desire?" he covered his lips as he laughed.
"What?" he shouted and turned over to the opposite direction of him. "Well . . . maybe." He coughed the word 'maybe' out of his lips.
"And you were calling me a pervert . . . " he snickered. "You have such a dirty mind."
"Night!" Kazahaya shouted and clenched his eyes shut tightly. He wanted to drop the subject and not talk anything more about it for the rest of the night. Blush still covered his cheeks and probably would for the rest of the night. He was embarrassed beyond belief.
"Night you little perv in the making." Were the last words between the two of them for the rest of the night.