Unseen (1/1)

by Rin

 

Disclaimer: I do not know any of the persons mentioned in the following narrative.  I do not know their sexual orientations.  I am making no money off of this.  (God, that was boring wasn’t it?)

 

Pairing: ?/?

 

 

Stepping out of the shadows, he stood there.  A lone figure cloaked in the darkness of the moonless night.  The only light that illuminated the dark street was that of the few streetlights.  The stars overhead, were bright in the black sky, gazing down from the heavens like cold fire.  He stepped forward a little, bringing him closer to the window.  A brief cold wind blew past, making the figure shiver with a chill as he watched his prey.  Through the closed window, he could see the young man moving around inside the house.  He was bustling from room to room, arranging a pillow there, and plucking lint off of a tablecloth there.  His phone was cradled against his neck as he moved, talking softly into the phone. 

 

He was smiling now, and laughing at something his caller said.  He could be heard by the watcher, his laugh deep and rich.  As he laughed, he threw his head back and opened his mouth wide in a grin, his teeth gleaming white in the light of the room.  His hair was a rich brown.  The watcher frowned at this.  While the brown was the natural shade, he preferred it with the artificial coloring and the soft spikes.  His eyes…this was the one thing that eluded his watcher.  He couldn’t see his eyes.  In order to see his eyes, he would have to be seen.  And that was something that must not happen. 

 

At least…not yet.

 

He moved along the house, sticking to the darker shadows, following his prey from room to room while never loosing the sound of his voice.  Looking around the corner of the window, he pulled back quickly.  At that moment, the young man was standing next to the window, looking through a cabinet there.  After a tense moment, the watcher relaxed, turning to gaze through the window.  He was in the kitchen now, bustling about, taking out various pots and pans to prepare a meal. 

 

Moving around the edge of the house, he came to a set of glass doors.  Listening closely, he could hear the young man moving around.  After a moment, the sound stopped.  Leaning around the frame he looked inside, seeing that the young man had left the room.  Taking that small moment, he eased open the door closest to him and slipped inside.  Closing the door silently behind him, he quickly moved into the shadow of a bookcase against the wall.  Standing there, he watched and listened as the young man walked back through, whistling softly. 

 

Smiling, the watcher thrilled at the feeling of observing him unawares.  At that moment, the young man stopped and turned to look through the glass doors that his watcher had just come through.  Tensing slightly, he wondered if his presence was known.  He relaxed as the young man turned and walked back into the kitchen.  No, he hadn’t heard him come in.  He stood in the shadows for some time, watching and listening.  The smells from the kitchen were filling the air of the house with the tantalizing aromas. 

 

Some time later, he heard the sound of the doorbell.  Pulling himself further into the shadows, he watched the young man walk through the room and head for the front door to greet his guest.  Taking the moment of luck, the watcher crept around the bookcase and down the hall to a set of stairs that climbed the back of the house to the next level.  As he closed the door behind him, he saw the young man walk by followed closely by another.

 

Narrowing his eyes, he wondered if the new visitor would ruin his well-laid plans.  Calculating his next move in his mind, he headed back up the stairs toward his original destination. 

 

Upon reaching the second level, he followed the hallway to a closed door.  Opening the door smoothly, he slipped inside.  Glancing around the dim room, he could make out the shapes of various pieces of furniture.  A dresser next to him against the wall.  Opposite the dresser was a large four poster bed, it’s frame draped in swaths of gauze to keep out the mosquitos when the young man slept with the windows open.  Moving across the room, he seated himself in the overstuffed chair that occupied the far corner next to an open window. 

 

Once seated, he could feel the balmy night air waft in filled with the sounds of insects and the occasional traffic passing by on the road around front.  Allowing himself to relax, the watcher waited patiently. 

 

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he heard the young man moving toward the room.  Pulling himself erect in the chair, he watched the door open and the young man walk into the room.  He didn’t turn on the light.  Heading for the bed, he sat down and began undressing, never aware that he was being watched from the dark corner.

 

Standing he removed his pants and climbed into bed, clad only in his boxers.  It didn’t take long before he was asleep.  The watcher waited for some time before rising.  He enjoyed watching him sleep.  Careful to make no noise, the watcher rose and headed over to the bed.  Reaching down, he brushed the young man’s forehead gently.  He pulled back as the young man moved in his sleep and froze when his eyes fluttered open.  There they were, his eyes.  Sparkling green in the moonlight.  Resting his eyes on the watcher the young man smiled. 

 

“Joey, when did you get here?  I waited for you but you didn’t show up.”

 

Saying nothing the Joey leaned in a kissed him softly before shedding his own clothing and joining him in bed.