Riff fell to the floor, his head smacked against the marble, and Lucille's body slamming hard onto his body. Cain's mouth dropped open as Riff's white shirt soaked up blood, the crimson slowly spreading across his chest. "Riff!"

"Cain. . ." he groaned "Help me."

"With what?"

"Get her . . . off of me." Cain shoved Lucille off of Riff, and revealed the source of the thick blood - a knife puncturing Lucille's chest, with a steady flow of it coming from the hole. Cain stretched his hand out to help Riff up, and pulled him into a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're okay, milord." Riff whispered, lips brushing against Cain's pale ear.

"You should have been worried about yourself, not me." Cain whispered back. Riff, my angel. My guardian angel.

"A good servant always looks out for his master, even when his own life is in danger."

"Mmmot mm mmnrmfft mm mmf ffft mr mmmng, mmt mmmp mmmm!" Came a sarcastic tone from the back of the room.

Cain chuckled, breaking away from Riff's strong arms. "Sorry, Mary." Cain grabbed Riff;s hand and led him back to young Mary. Riff pulled a knife from his pocket, and cut Mart Weather out of the thick ropes that tied her.

"So when, exactly were you planning on getting me out?!" Silence. "You forgot?!?!" She mumbled a string of curses under her breath.

Riff chuckled and smiled - a fake smile, of course. "Mary, that's no way for a young lady like yourself to be speaking."

"Pfffft, whatever." She stuck her tongue out at both Riff and Cain.

"Mary, go to bed." Cain sighed. "You too, Riff." His golden-green eyes lit up. Mary stomped off to her room, still mumbling curses. "So, shall we go back to my room?" Riff nodded, and smiled - for real, this time. Cain grabbed Riff's hand and led him back to the room.

"Riff. . ." Cain whispered, his lips brushing Riff's. "I love you." And before Riff could even think about responding, he was pinned to the matress by Cain, stuck in a deep, long kiss.

Three soft taps on the door did not interrupted them. "Just ignore it, Riff." Cain whispered between kisses. The knocks came again, louder, and again, they ignored it. Cain cleary didn't care who it was, he didn't want to be taken away from this.

"Cain!" Came Mary Wheater's impatient voice from outside the door. "I'm coming in!" Cain pulled away quickly and buttoned his white shirt back up as quickly as he could. Riff quickly straightened out his black shirt and ran his hand though his hair. Mary opened the door quickly, and saw the two men tidying themselves up. Cain moved off of Riff, and sat next to him. Mary sat on Cain's other side.

"What is it, Mary?" Cain asked, cleary annoyed that Mary barged in on him.

"I had a bad dream." She whined. Well no shit. You were just kidnapped.

"So what do you want me to do about it?"

"Cain I sleep in your with you? I'm really scared."

Why? Why tonight!? "Fine, I guess." He sighed. Mary flopped onto the bed, snuggling into the warm sheets. Cain threw on some boxers and a t-shirt and laid next to Mary, who was already asleep. Riff kissed him godnight, then left.

Goodnight, Cain.

TBC! Bwahahah! What happens next??? The world may never know! XD

Sorry, I've been very busy lately. Much bass-practicing to do. Yesterday was Fat Tuesday! I had my very first punczki yesterday!(I highly doubt I spelled that right. But what that is [for those of you who don't know is basically a doughnut with fruity filling that has a bazillion callories.) I'm gonna get fat now! Well, no not really. But anyways, I hope you liked it .