A Match Made In Hell

Chapter 6: The Infiltration

Keefe Sencen POV

"We should wait until after the mission to open these babies up." I declared, stuffing the list that held my future down deep inside my hoodie's pocket.

We were outside the Matchmaking building now, away from Dr. Seebo the birdwatcher and his creepy mutterings. I looked in my pant pocket to find my old home crystal to the Tower of Torture, aka Candle Shade. I didn't exactly like the idea of going back but for pranks? I'd do anything.

"You're not excited to see what this says?" Tam asked as I pulled out my crystal. He seemed different after whatever the heck Seebo had said. More curious. It made me want to know what he had been told.

"Well, it might distract us from our mission!" I stated, which was quite the opposite. What if Linh or Marella or Biana or someone I didn't like was on my list? What about Stina? I was too scared to check and see something that'd disappoint me. "Ro's waiting for us at Candle Shade, so we should get a move on, don't you think?"

"Yeah, whatever."

. . . . . .

"Okay, so Ro isn't here." Tam reminded me as we stood outside of Candle Shade

"Which means she's dead." I deadpanned, staring at the skyscraper.

"Which means she's inside." Tam reassured me. "How many floors are there?"

"200." I answered, staring it down. "We just need to get to the 72nd floor. That's where my bedroom is."

"Do we have to really stop on every floor until we get to that one?" He groaned, clearly annoyed with me.

"We just need to stop on every third floor. If you get tired, I can carry you." I teased, deciding that I wanted to mess with him.

His face turned red, "What!?"

"I mean, I bet I could pick you up. You're so tiny." I showed him with my hand.

"Don't call me tiny, Keefe. I'm three inches shorter than you!" He growled.

"C'mon, you know I'm taller than you." I took a step closer to him.

"You're just a little taller than me." Tam crossed his arms, getting up in my face.

"Shut up already."

"We should go." Tam said, clearly annoyed with the whole height competition.

I stepped back, "Yeah...well. Let the hunt begin!"

. . . . . .

"Keeeeefffffeeeeee." Tam whined, tugging on my hoodie. "We've been through 45 floors. We're on the 45th floor out of 72, Keefe. Why do we have to keep going?"

"Because, I. Need. My. prank. Stuff." I grunted as I looked through another box filled with crap.

"Why, Keefe? Why pranks?" Tam contemplated as I grabbed another box.

"Because they make people laugh." I dug through the box, "And as a kid who didn't really get to laugh, I decided to make others laugh."

"Huh. That's sweet." He said. "Even though half of people hate pranks."

I stood up, dusting off my clothes. "Well, this floor's a bust. On to 48."

"Doesn't Alvar live in your house?" Tam wondered aloud as we walked to the staircase.

"He could. He might've died." I shrugged.

"THERE COULD BE A DEAD BODY IN YOUR HOUSE!?!" Tam exclaimed.

I clamped a hand over his mouth. "Tam, calm-"

"UP HERE!" A voice yelled.

We both looked at each other with fear in our eyes. The voice was coming from the staircase.

"There's a bed up here, baby!" The voice yelled again. It was masculine and sounded very very drunk.

I looked around and found a tiny closet next to us. I ripped the door open and push Tam and me in, and slammed the door shut.

The voices continued, obviously making out or something. Ew. I stepped backwards, and tripped over Tam's foot and he fell over as well.

"Shit!" Tam mumbled.

We stumbled around until I had fallen down and Tam had fallen on top of me. I couldn't see anything besides Tam's beautiful gray eyes shining in the dark.

"Sorry, I didn't-"

"It's too small for both of us to stand, this is fine." And very sensual, but I didn't add that.

"Okay." Tam turned around on my lap to face me.

The couple continued making loud noises of pleasure as me and Tam faced each other, staring into each other's eyes. Tam made a sound like he was clearing his throat but ceased to say anything. Something about him, it was like a lasso, pulling me towards him. A feeling indescribable told me to touch him. His back arched a bit when I put a hand around his hips. His feelings read: nervous, anxious...

Fearless.

"What's going on?" Tam whispered ever so gently, placing a palm against my chest.

"Well, there are two people having sex in my house and I am hiding in a closet with my rival, Tam Dai Song, to avoid them."

"I mean you, Keefe." Tam's voice was shaky, "I can tell you're reading my feelings."

"I'm trying to see if we're thinking the same thing." I said, tilting my head a bit to the side.

"I think we're on the same page, for once." He answered breathily.

My tongue gently touched my chapped lips as we both moved to each other.

"Wait, did you hear that?" a familiar voice asked.

"Shit." I cursed.

"That-that voice." The voice continued.

"It's from the closet. The one by the staircase." another voice said.

"Let's go investigate." The first voice said, then added, "Maybe with your clothes on, Ruy?"

"Ruy?!" Tam whisper-exclaimed, climbing off my lap.

"That voice...I've heard it before..." The first voice came to the closet, and threw the doors open. Black hair, turquoise eyes, "Keefe!?"

"Alvar!"