[Title] Closeted. [Author] jadedsilk [Series] Castlevania: CoD [Pairing] HectorxIsaac [Rating] R [Beta] Nope [Spoilers?] Nope. [Chatter] For yubberducky, my prompt was: In a closet. This is HUMOR. It is not meant to be taken seriously. Enjoy. Hour One: The door slammed shut behind them, and then there was a harsh clatter. “Please tell me that was /not/ the broom tipping over against the door handle,” Hector said lowly. “Hell,” Isaac murmured into the darkness they had suddenly been plunged into. “You did that on purpose!” Hector hissed, turning around and by the light sliding in from around the hinges began to press at the inside of the closet door. It rattled, but it did not open. “Isaac, you know I hate you, right?” Hector asked angrily. “Oh yes,” Isaac said as he rattled the door experimentally as well. “You realize that this door has a curved handle with decorative demon’s horns.” “Yes,” Isaac replied drolly. “You realize that the broom is across that?” “Yes, it seems that way,” Isaac said, now sounding slightly impatient. “You realize that the door is made of steel and stone?” “Yes,” Isaac sobbed brokenly. Hector watched his shadowy partner pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You realize that we would suffocate to death if it weren’t for the gap under the door.” “We still might,” Isaac said, sounding some shade of bored followed immediately by a sigh that sounded a little claustrophobic. There was a moment of profound silence. It was then that a panicked Hector and Isaac joined forces, throwing their shoulders against the door in a combined effort that left them both mewling on the floor in pain. Isaac was strangely silent for a moment. “I know!” Hector said lowly. “I’ll summon my Fairy, and she can get us out of here.” “No.” Isaac moaned piteously. “You can’t…ever since one of the last serving girls to learn a bit of the lord’s magic locked herself in a cleaning closet and committed suicide. These are all magic proof now.” Isaac said as he lifted a fist and rapped lazily at the stone. Hector frowned in disbelief, and against Isaac’s admonitions, tried to cast. This wound up with Hector back on the floor in the fetal position, clutching his burned hands to his chest. There was a heavy stench of ozone in the closet now, and Isaac sneezed once in disapproval. “I liked these gloves!” Hector whined. “You’re an idiot,” Isaac hissed. “And now it smells like burning flesh in here. Lovely Hector. Just lovely.” ~*~ Hour Two: “We wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t blown up the laboratory,” Isaac groused. “I wouldn’t have blown up the laboratory if you hadn’t snuck up behind me and grabbed my...” “It’s not my fault your concentration is so poor!” “How can I concentrate when you grab me by the…” Isaac kicked Hector into the door irritably. “You bastard!” Hector snarled. The scuffle was short lived as Isaac sat bad temperedly on Hector, refusing to get up. ~*~ Hour Three: “I hate cleaning,” Hector groused as he shoved the mop aside so he could stretch his legs. He was stiff, hungry and tired and he did not want to be here. At all. He and Isaac were sitting at opposite ends of the cleaning closet now, glowering at each other. The sun was getting ready to go down, and it was washing the darkness of the closet with crimsons and gold’s through the strip of open air under the door. Isaac thumped his head against the door in frustration, and it rattled on its hinges again. They had tried shouting pleading and pounding, but they were in the restricted wing. No servant ever went there. Suddenly, a cat paw batted under the door curiously. The animal had obviously been attracted by the sound. For a moment, Hector and Isaac both stared, and then Hector pounced, grabbing the paw. “Kitty! We could really use your help!” Hector pleaded. “Please tell Adrian we are trapped here!” “That’s /Adrian’s/ cat? Isaac asked, dumbfounded. “Oh…maybe I shouldn’t have put adhesive on the bottom of his paws and stuck those bits of parchment to…” “That was/ YOU?!/ You’re a real piece of work Isaac!” Hector snarled, losing his grip on the paw. “Dammit! Now look what you made me do!” “Me?! This was YOUR fault!” Isaac snapped as the sound of cat paws churning away in terror echoed like a death knell inside the closet. There was another awkward silence. Hector then beat Isaac in the head with the mop until the handle snapped. ~*~ Hour Four: “I’m hungry.” Hector wheezed. “No one cares Hector, least of all me,” Isaac groused. “But I’m hungry!” Hector pleaded as he dropped his head in Isaac’s lap, groaning in frustration. “And it’s hot, so don’t touch me.” Isaac hissed as he shoved Hector out of his lap. ~*~ Hour Five: “I think we’re going to die here,” Isaac whimpered. “I wanted a noble death…nothing like this…dying of thirst in a damnable closet.” “If we live through this, the Lord is going to kill us; we made such a disaster…” Hector’s cheek was against Isaac’s chest, and he sighed wearily. “Don’t remind me,” Isaac whispered. “Hector?” “Yes?” Isaac’s lips touched Hectors, and all the fear, pain and frustration seemed to evaporate into nothing. Hector ignored the heat, his hunger and worry and climbed more fully into Isaac’s lap, whimpering. Isaac braced against Hector’s hips, thrusting upwards to meet Hector skillfully. ~*~ Hour Six: Isaac plunged into Hector, who was bracing himself against the shelves, when the door rattled once, and then opened. Isaac froze in shock, and Hector glanced up only to blush absolutely scarlet. “I take it you’ve been here a while?” Adrian asked as he stood crossly in the doorway. “We thought we were going to die in here, so we took full advantage of the situation.” Isaac said, lying smoothly. “I am tempted to leave you here,” Adrian glowered. “Please don’t!” Hector whimpered as he tried to move and Isaac held him fast so he couldn’t go anywhere. “I’ll tell you what,” Adrian said lowly. “I am going to shut and lock this door again, and come back in ten minutes. You will both be presentable by then or I am leaving you in here forever.” Hector and Isaac were both wisely silent in agreement. ~*~ Hour Seven: Both Hector and Isaac were scrubbing soot off the remains of a table. “I’m glad you always carry a vial of oil with you…spit would have been…uncomfortable,” Hector said softly. “I am just glad to be out of that damn closet,” Isaac moaned. “The lord laughed at us,” Hector said dispiritedly. “Please don’t remind me.” ~*~