...Moordryd looks WAY too much like Word for comfort, and a citadel is a hard place to navigate at night...Especially if you're not used to it.
I still own nothing.
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Midnight Rendezvous
Silently, Artha congratulated himself. Getting through the Sun City borders without a pass was no easy task. Sneaking into Word's citadel was even tougher. The teen thought it was terribly romantic that he was willing to go through so much to be with Moordryd.
Artha frowned, peeking into a room to get his bearings. Pleased to see a room that looked familiar, he eagerly planned his next move, 'Now, let's see...The last time Moordryd snuck me in, we took a...Left at the computer room. I think...' Artha darted down the left hallway, completely ignorant to the fact that there were at least seven "computer rooms" in the citadel.
After twenty minutes of creeping around, Artha wondered if maybe he should backtrack to the computer room and take a right instead. When he glanced in another doorway and found the room he took a left at (or so he thought), Artha was sure he'd gone in a circle and decided to take the right he had just decided on earlier. This brought him to a whole new section of hallways that looked vaguely familiar.
Marching on assuredly, Artha found the door to Moordryd's room. The door slid open after Artha punched in the override code for the locks, and the raven-haired trespasser tip-toed forward. Moordryd was laying with his back to the door.
Perfect.
Sneaking up, Artha slid between too-cold covers and wrapped an arm around Moordryd's lithe frame. When the figure under the sheets stiffened, Artha only pulled him closer. With his other hand, Artha played with his boyfriend's white hair before shifting the mane aside and placing a chaste kiss to the back of Moordryd's neck.
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Word Paynn had been in strange situations before, but none so strange as this. A monitor near his bed had beeped over half and hour prior to inform him that there was someone in the citadel that shouldn't be there. A few more beeps notified him that this someone was coming closer. Soon, the intruder was right outside his door. The older Paynn pretended to be asleep, even going as far as to draw out his breaths into the deep, even breathing of a sleeping person, to lull the intruder into a false sense of security. He contemplated what the purpose for this prowler's visit could be:
Assassination
Theft
Kidnapping
Word did not like what he came up with. Still appearing relaxed as the door opened and the intruder stepped in, Word wondered who it was. His train of thought stopped abruptly and he tensed as he felt someone slide into bed next to him and draw him close. Word's back stiffened even more when he felt the person toying with his hair.
When the intruder had the gall to press a kiss to the back of his neck, Word flung himself away. He landed on the floor, still partially tangled in sheets.
In Word's mind, there were only two reasons why a man was permitted to scream like a little girl. One was when there was a hungry Wraith staring you down. The other was when there was a stranger in your bed molesting you. Since this situation fell under the second category, Word felt no shame in letting out a high-pitched shriek.
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Artha wasn't quite sure what happened. One moment, he was kissing Moordryd's neck, the next, Word Paynn was on the floor screaming at him. Then, things clicked and Artha screamed as well.
Disgusted, he staggered out of Word Paynn's room and ran down the hallways, earlier discretion forgotten as he hurriedly rubbed his lips off on the back of his hand. Upon hearing the sounds of Wraiths hunting him down (no doubt called by Word after Artha had run out of the room), he did the first thing that came to mind.
In retrospect, diving into a closet full of towels, toilet paper, and spare bedding is not the smartest thing to do when being chased by mind-controlled dragons. Artha swore that, in the future, he would always going with the second thing that came to mind, even if it was jumping out of a window that was about 15 stories above the ground.
This closet had no doorknob on the inside.
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Moordryd smirked as he opened the linen closet door to find a fitfully dozing Artha. It had taken the Dragon Eyes leader all his willpower to keep from bursting out into peals of wicked laughter as a flustered Word had described his encounter with the late-night intruder. Those were actions typical of Artha, so the white-haired teen had assumed that his lover had gotten lost and stumbled in on the wrong room.
Leaning against the doorframe, Moordryd nudged Artha with his toe. As the darker haired teen jolted awake, the lighter haired one took a sip of his coffee.
"So, Penn...I heard my father really made you scream last night."
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Fin.
It's taking all my willpower not to burst out into a fit of giggles at this! C'moooon, we all KNOW Artha would be dense enough to take a wrong turn and end up snuggling with Word. As for how the Wraiths missed him in the closet...Uh...Aha! Moordryd has his maids use a lot of fabric softener when they wash his sheets! Artha's scent was smothered by the scent of Downy!
R&R, my lovelies!