Noah had moved into Mike's room.
They usually spent the entire morning in there, embracing and listening to music. Sometimes Mike would wake up early and sit on the bed, watching Noah sleep. Noah always had an expression when he slept that made you feel nothing bad could happen while he was in the room. It comforted Mike.
Around noon, both would admit to themselves that they had to get up, and they went to watch some of whatever crime show Mike felt like turning on that day. They might go to the library later, or Noah would wipe the floor with Mike in some video game, but usually they just had long, random conversations about whatever topic popped into their heads.
Until a sensitive topic came up.
"You remind me a lot of my old classmate sometimes..." Mike laughed unconcernedly.
But Noah froze up.
"You even have the same name... it's funny. Hey, you alright?"
Noah's illusion disc had started acting up since Mike had started talking. His hair couldn't seem to decide on crimson or blonde, his eyes kept flashing between blue and red, and his earring kept changing from a stud to a hanging cross. It finally settled on a blonde man with bright red eyes and a slightly dirtied white cotton t-shirt paired with light blue jeans and brown work boots.
"W-what..." Neither man had any words.
"Shit...!" Noah exclaimed in a terrified voice and went to the spare room and locked himself in.
"Hey- Noah!" Mike ran after him realizing what this was all about.
Noah Carter had been Mike's College boyfriend... but had been killed before he was 22. Mike hadn't left his room for months, and hadn't stopped crying for weeks after that. He never would have guessed...
"Noah, please... open the door..."
"...Back to this pathetic body... and you saw it... I..." Noah's voice devolved into almost inaudible tears.
"Noah... let me in."
"...You... hate me, don't you?" Noah unlocked the door but made no effort to do anything else.
Mike shut Noah up by locking his mouth on his. He pulled Noah's shirt up and his jeans down, and told him...
"Not even if you threw me into a springlock suit, set me on fire and laughed your ass off."
The bedroom door wasn't opened again until a few hours later.
Noah's hand never left Mike's after that.
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The Warmth of his Wires
ФанфикMike has been dead for a month. He's almost come to terms with it, until Ennard, the robot who scooped him, comes crawling back into his life. Turns out, escaping isn't all it's cracked up to be, when you're alone in the sewers. Mike hides his fury...
