"Open up! Open the fuck up!"

The muffled voices of guards shouting themselves hoarse accompanied by the incessant pounding on the door amused Stefan and I as we both leant against it forming a werewolf barricade.

We looked at each other and stifled a giggle. This whole situation was getting too ridiculous. After getting sidetracked with fucking Frankenstein, the worn, heavy medieval door that we were pressing against was the only thing separating us from the (probably) numerous bloodthirsty guards outside.

Shit. We were naked, horny and slightly cold. I was glad to have the presence of mind to gather up our clothes before the guards came to ruin everything.

"How long do you think they'll stay outside before realizing how stupid they are?" Stefan whispered.

"Fuck if I know," I shrug my shoulders. It was true. I had no idea what the fuck to do.

What started out as a simple espionage mission had quickly descended into a ménage of gay debauchery. And it happened before we even made it into the castle too!

My cheeks burn a bright shade of red in shame at the thought of being so undisciplined. I looked to Stefan, expecting guidance through this moment of insecurity but found nothing of that sort in him.

He glanced back at me with that mischievous glint in his eye. The naughty bastard seemed entirely unrepentant about what we just did. Usually he was my role model, taking the lead most of the time in our quest to find Louis and free him from wherever he was chained to.

But now was not one of those times. And at this critical juncture, when we're so close to finding Louis in our years of searching, he had to go and let me down like that.

"Why the frown, pal?" Stefan grinned, obviously still reliving the moments when he was one with Frankenstein, "you just came, didn't you?"

"Yeah, and now the guard's after us. This was supposed to be a stealth mission. STEALTH! S-T-E-A-L-T-H! What part of that word did you not understand?"

"Chill man, we're alive, aren't we?"

The pounding on the door gradually let up, much to my relief. But the sound of fading footsteps was the icing on the cake. After tensing up for so long, I damn near collapsed when I finally relaxed my high-strung body.