Lance and Shiro Haunting Home
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Lance looked around the empty house, surrounded by moving boxes.
He finally had a home to call his own. Sure, it was cheaper than he expected, and the sale estate lady laughed at his lame jokes and got him to sign in a hurry, but Lance wasn’t going to question it.
The house was clean, solidly built, insured, and he had a wonderful commute time from here to work.
His friends came by later, Keith helping him pick out rooms for storage and rebuild his bed, while Hunk stocked the kitchen and Pidge ran the wires for the internet. It was an odd layout, walking into the living room with an open space to the kitchen, with a door that led to the bedroom behind the kitchen. Two extra rooms were adjacent to the living room, possibly for the kids.
Windows were scarce, but Hunk already sketched out window skylights for Lance to install.
“Dang, this electricity is old. Grounded out of a textbook definition too.” Pidge grumbled.
Lance scratched his head. “Yeah, I got the place a lot cheaper than I expected so that money’s going into savings once I can access the bank online. Argh, Keith!”
Keith smirked, walking by with his iced water like he hadn’t just dropped an ice cube down Lance’s shirt. Lance danced around to get the ice out, before chucking the frozen piece all the way to the kitchen sink.
Once the house was set up, Hunk and Lance served dinner.
A few months into maintaining his home, Lance started sculpting the back yard for a garden. His plan was going to be great, with a boxed in area and tarp to protect the food. He was already making the list for tomatoes, peppers, squash, pumpkins, and lettuce when the door got stuck. Shifting the paper to his other hand, Lance put his arm into moving the door to go back outside.
Backing up, Lance looked over the frame, scratching his head. It wasn’t crooked, it wasn’t locked, and he knew nothing outside was wedging it.
The door to the basement banged open and steps thundered up the stairs.
He stood his ground, but he screamed and holy hell, there was a…ghost.
Okay, time to call Pidge and Keith.
“You stay right there, I’m going to get some help.”
The man- taller than him, slightly faded like those old western photographs, but built with muscles- stared after him.
Then looked at the screen door that was now open, and then back to Lance.
Lance paid enough attention his cell phone to dial Keith before turning back around.
“Okay, let me guess- or rather, infer. Shirogane Takashi, previous owner some owners back, died violently in a break in, and the reason why owners don’t stay very long. Am I right so far? Yeah, Keith, I’m being haunted by a- in Hong Kong? What am I supposed to do, solve it myself?” A beat of silence as he listened. “Haha, I already screamed like a girl. Well, enjoy your trip. Yeah, take care.”
“Okay, so my name is Lance, and I don’t plan on moving out. This house is big enough, I’m sure we can-“
“Oh, and I can be immature,” Lance muttered.
Cold spots, water running short, going through his fourth toaster from a shorted fuse, sticking to the old fashion stove that Shiro wouldn’t mess with, and then Lance started waking up to scratches on his body.
“Dude, we need to talk. I get you’re haunting, but seriously. Don’t mar my body, man, it is my temple, and it is my money maker. I don’t need people thinking I’m having crazy one night stands. If it makes you feel better, when I do find the love of my life and start talking marriage and having kids, I’ll move out.”
“Just, if you have to rake your nails on me, don’t do it where people can see, okay? And that means, chest, neck, back, face especially, and below the knees. Feet I’d rather you didn’t, but if you need to, fine.”
“Good talk.” With that, Lance headed out to pick some ripening tomatoes.
When he meets Stephen at work, they hit it off. He’d never gotten far enough as three dates with the ladies, and he was thinking, a month into the relationship, that Stephen should come over to watch a movie and have dinner with him.
Part way through the movie, Stephen put his hand on Lance’s thigh, and Lance didn’t think much of it until Stephen’s hand moved upwards.
Lance informed him that tonight was a dinner and movie only and that he wasn’t ready yet. Stephen just smiled and said, “You don’t mean that,” before leaning in for a kiss.
When Lance recalls the incident, he’ll remember the television stopped playing; a face flickered through, and then the television exploded. Lance, laying down to get away from Stephen and pushed by Stephen to lie back, is out of the way.
Stephen is taken to the hospital for second-degree burns and glass laceration.
Lance replaces the television after finding one circled in the newspaper a few days later.
Stephen avoids him at work.
Her name is Laura, and she tells Lance she dated him for a dare, before leaving him crying on his couch. She calls him an ugly crier on her way out the door.
Lance doesn’t hear from Shiro for a few minutes, and then there’s a snap as the porch railing gives way suddenly. Laura has a scratch from a nail two inches long on her cheek; neighbors reporting that Lance wasn’t anywhere near her.
Lance sleeps the next week with a presence on the bed, as though Shiro is curled around him.
He meets David, and David is wonderful. Lance tells Shiro about his day, about David, and keeps him up to date about how things are going. Things are wonderful. Lance invites David over after the fifth date, and they play cards with Keith and Hunk. There are a few more cold spots than usual, but Lance bundles up and no one else notices.
When a woman calls him looking for her husband a few days later, Lance is crushed.
Lance stops dating for a while, wondering when he’ll meet his special person soon. His garden is resting for the winter, food stocked up and given away.
Shiro sits next to him some evenings.
“I don’t think anyone has lasted this long in my house.” Shiro mused.
“Dude. When you pay the tax property, you can call it ‘my- DID YOU JUST TALK!” Lance shrieks, flopping his arms to point his finger accusingly, before falling off the bed.
Shiro stared after him bemused. “Careful. You wouldn’t want to hurt your money maker.”
Lance gasps and staggers back up.
“You can talk. I thought I was going to have to learn Morse code or something!” Lance paces around, his arms flailing. “I was wondering if you were mute in your life, but nothing ever mentioned that and I just figured it might be a dead thing, but you! You can talk!”
Lance paused, pulling his arm back from a cold spot. “Do you want me to, like, leave a radio on for you while I’m at work?”
Shiro laughs, before shaking his head. “I actually like the quiet.”
Shiro is more active after that, through November and Lance comes home from visiting his family (whoo hoo Thanksgiving break) to a house still tidy and the lights turned on for him.
He tells Shiro about his day and includes him in phone calls to Keith, talking about work. They make plans to celebrate at Lance’s so everyone would be included.
With more activity, he turns on the actual fire instead of his heating for the cold spots, and start buying bulk candles so Shiro can enjoy hanging around the house.
The Christmas party comes and goes, and Lance adores the adult cat that Keith got him for the company. The cat is not as long term a pet as a kitten settled into their attitude, and able to make friends with Shiro while Lance is off at work. It’s a thoughtful present.
Valentine’s comes and goes, and Lance stays in, cuddled up with Shiro. He just isn’t ready to go dating when it’s a hyped up commercial.
Shiro hums and moves the brush through Lance’s hair again.
He plants his garden anew, takes his car to the shop, gets a promotion, and plays with Azul when he gets home from work.
Shiro turns the lights on and off for him when he’s gone on trips, and they buy an alarm system that Shiro likes.
Lance tosses Azul out of the bedroom and masturbates because he’s not going to a hotel to do this.
Shiro stands to face the bedroom on the other side of the door, a small smile curled around his lips as Lance chokes and whimpers from the other side, chasing pleasure.
When Lance asks if Shiro could possess him a year later, Shiro shuts down the electricity on the whole block. Lance backtracks, saying that he doesn’t think either of them would be hurt, and well, he wants to give Shiro pleasure too, and well, Lance wants an aspect of their relationship that isn’t easy to have, and it is okay, they can work around this.
Shiro thinks for a moment, a long moment, sitting down at the kitchen table while the dishes wash Beauty and the Beast style.
“Yes.” He finally says. “Yes, I think I can.”
Inside of Lance, Shiro can taste food again. He can take walks with Lance through the park, talking to him on the phone. He can go with Lance to work on days when Lance needs help, such as when Stephen moves back and tries to hook up with Lance again.
Lance is grateful to Shiro when Stephen has to replace the office microwave and gets told off on a safety lecture about microwaves and metal and fires.
Shiro warms Lance’s heart.
They set up a text alert to call the hospital if anything goes wrong. Then, Shiro joins Lance in the bubble bath, soft music playing in the background.
Lance moans as his hand moves without him telling it to, fingers thrusting and twisting through his ass, water sloshing the sides, and Lance keens loudly as his other hand grips his cock and keeps him from ejaculating while orgasm washes over him.
“Shiro! Shiro! Please!” Lance cries.
The phantom feeling of Shiro being inside him manifests when the dildo that Shiro claims is similar to his dick size (and Lance would know, he’s felt the overlapping commands to his head, to rub his dick an extra inch) starts to move. It’s easy for Shiro to extend a will outside of Lance’s body on the nearby area.
Shiro was flexible in life, but Lance puts his feet above his head with no difficulty. The dildo moves in and out, and Shiro thanks Lance for letting him feel this, see this, and know that Lance is enjoying him.
Lance sobs in pleasure and tells Shiro he loves him.
Shiro keeps him up well into the AM and lets him sleep in.
Lance grows old in that house, with his cat or dog over the passing years. Keith meets and marries a woman, and they move away. Pidge is still a sharp-witted lady that takes no sass, and Hunk comes by every second Thursday for lunch and dinner, to talk with Lance and cook for him.
They all led successful lives, with families to succeed them. Lance’s own daughter is grown and moved out, and she still calls twice a week to talk with both of her dads. Her Japanese improves with the passing years, bringing Shiro up to date on the changing language he had died with.
Lance asks Shiro if they’ll haunt the house together, or move on.
Shiro smiles and rubs his nose with a finger.
“So long as I’m with you, Lance. I’ll chart a path to anywhere and fly it.”
Lance passes on his 98th birthday and is buried in the plot next to one Shirogane Takashi. His daughter inherits the house, and she sells it shortly thereafter, claiming, “It feels a little empty, but perfect for raising a family in. It is filled with love.”
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