Kristoffer's arms hold Ashton close, warm under the covers, both of them still breathing rapidly. A sliver of moonlight filters into their room through a slit in the curtains. Ashton's hair brushes against Kristoffer's chin, pressing icy fingers onto his back. Kristoffer strokes his hands through Ashton's feathers, planting a kiss on his forehead. He trails his kisses down the side of his face, to his cheekbone, across his jaw to the corner of his mouth.

'I love you,' Kristoffer whispers. Ashton tries to reply with "I love you too", but his lips only slightly form the words. Ashton tilts his head to the side, meeting his lips in a firm kiss, their infatuation apparent as Kristoffer places his hands on Ashton's face, pulling him closer still. His lips are soft, his body cool and his fingers holding closer onto Kristoffer's back. They pull away from each other, eyes meeting each other in glinting smiles.

'I love you.'

'I love you too.'

*

'It's Halloween soon,' Jamie comments as him, Cheri, Yosef, Charlie, Quinn, Orion and Myloe walk through the park, 'We should probably all hang out.'

'I've got a place, you know. It's my parent's old mansion. We abandoned it a bit ago. Well, I did,' Myloe comments. Orion's eyes sparkle as they look at him, 'It's a bit cold, but spooky. Plenty of bedrooms too. And corridors I've never explored.'

'Okay, we'll all buy some sweets and shit and just go there?' Charlie asks. Everyone agrees. Cheri takes a second of hesitation, a pause in her speech before she even agrees. But she only agrees, a suspicious look in her eyes. She can see the slight hint of evil in his smirk to Orion. They only blush and laugh in return.

*

'Please! Please, I need to talk to someone,' Niall begs to the receptionist. The rain outside hammers against the mammoth glass windows, a portal to the outside world of smoggy horror. He clasps his hands over the desk. The woman behind the desk pays him no mind, 'He works in the Anti-AMI section. Kristoffer. His name is Kristoffer Piercebridge. K. R. I. S. T. O. F. F. E. R. I don't know what drugs his parents were on, but please.'

'Sir, I cannot be bothered to let you break in. Go away please,' She sighs, typing something into her computer. She gives him a triumphant smile, 'Mr. Piercebridge is on his lunch break. He's busy, m'kay?'

Niall's eyes flick upward to the door to the office. Kristoffer locks his office door behind him, blazer on his arm and dreadlocks skimming his shoulders. The strength in his arms, the muscles in his jaw, the determination in his eyes, the power in his hands. He meets eyes with Niall, a frown clouding his vision.

'Niall. Why are you here?' Kristoffer raises an eyebrow, eyeline flicking between the receptionist (who has gone rather red faced), Niall's soaked through appearance, and the keys in his hand.

'I need to talk to you, Kristoffer.'

Kristoffer nods, almost defeated and reluctant. He beckons him over. As he walks over to the office, he flips off the receptionist with an equally triumphant smirk. Niall sits in the chair facing Kristoffer's. As he observes Kristoffer, he feels his mind being plagued with the thought of him.

'What is it, Niall?' Kristoffer seems so tired, purple bags under his eyes.

'Two things. One, why do you look so tired?' Niall probes. Kristoffer's face suddenly turns a deep shade of pink. He rests his head in his hand, fingers covering his mouth.

'None of your business,' He stutters, 'What's the other thing?'

'Well, you know how we saw Stuart die? Right in front of out eyes. Something is going on. Something odd. I need your help,' Niall has a dash of desperation in his monotone air, running his hand through his hair.

'With what?'

'Well, Eddie wants to forget about what happened. They'll be sending invites for another, less formal meeting today. I overheard them in their office,' Niall explains, tapping his nails on the desk. Kristoffer begins to feel annoyed with the sound his hands make against the metal desk, 'And I need your help. No doubt the people who killed Stuart are going to be there. Eddie doesn't know anything, poor love.'

'How do I know you're not behind this? How do I know you aren't behind this?' Kristoffer leans closer to Niall, a smirk on his face. Niall's face drops, eyes looking into his lap. He clasps his hands together on his knees.

'You're going to have to trust me.'

*

'Something came in the mail while you were gone,' Ashton places a letter into Kristoffer's hands as he stands on his tiptoes to plant a kiss to his cheek, 'It's for both of us, but we should read it together.'

Kristoffer folds one of his hands around the envelope, the other trailing to Ashton's hand, 'Well, let's read it together.'

Dear Kristoffer and Ashton Piercebridge,

As of recent events at our last meeting, we have decided to host a more relaxed meeting. I wanted to host this just for a night of fun rather than meetings like last time. It will start at 6 pm on 31st October, and will finish around midnight. We hope you will attend and enjoy the festivities. We enjoyed your presence and presentation last time and would be delighted to see you again.

Edwina Ashbourne

CEO of The Starshine Committee

'Everyone who came is really nice, it'd be nice to go and meet them,' Kristoffer looks at Ashton, eyes gleaming with a "Please. I don't want to be alone". Ashton sighs, a slight laugh lacing the expulsion of breath.

'Now how can I say no when you look at me like that?' He asks, lacing his fingers through Kristoffer's. His heart flutters, stomach knotting itself as Ashton continues, 'I'd love to go. You have to introduce me to Eddie.'