La Douleur Exquise // Muke {Completed}

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"Michael, open the window...please," Luke hissed, and Michael could hear him loud and clear as the glass was thin and sound got through it easily and you could always hear the traffic and people, no matter how far below they were of Michael. He could hear everything but he chose not to listen anyway.

"I know you're not asleep," Luke added. Michael was pretending to be, wrapped in a duvet, listening to Luke beg to come in. Michael was ignoring him for both their sakes. Nothing good happened when they were together, just one disaster after the next, there were reasons Michael was trying to avoid Luke.

Luke continued to knock at Michael's window, with obviously no consideration towards him and yes he wasn't going to sleep much anyway, but that didn't give Luke any right to even think he could barge in. Anyway, Luke doesn't know about Michael's insomnia, he doesn't know anything. They're as close as strangers and Luke needed to stop believing otherwise.

Michael needed to stop believing they were anything near friends as well apparently though, as he threw down the duvet that had covered his body, temperatures immediately dropping in the cold room, and he went over to the window Luke was crouched in front off. It was against any better judgement he had left, but he did it anyway.

Luke seemed to gleamed as Michael walked over, and Michael realised he hadn't seen Luke smile, not properly, with bright, white teeth and actual emotion in his eyes. Michael didn't expect it to be beautiful, but it was.

The window creaked open, echoing out into the not-so-quiet night, the city never sleeping, Michael slowly forming to the city's ways as well of forever going on with no rest, except the city could keep going and he couldn't. Michael didn't open the window enough for Luke to crawl in, not yet, not until he assessed the situation he was throwing himself into.

"Hi," Luke breathed as Michael sat cross legged on his window ledge, still indoors, only a pane of glass separating him and Luke now, and it was crystal clear like the night itself and Michael could see everything, but touch none of it, like an artefact in a museum, for everyone to see and no one to touch. Ever.

"What are you doing here?" Michael asked. He needed to get straight to the point, he didn't want Luke to take over all his worn away senses. He wanted to understand before throwing any strength away to do Luke's will.

Luke shrugged,"I just like," Luke paused, thinking over the words as if there was something wrong with them, as if he was wrong, and Michael thought Luke always had his tongue perfectly aligned to his brain, always knowing and never tongue tied, as per usual, Michael was wrong,"Hi."

"Um, hey," Michael muttered, whilst Luke traced patterns into the window that grew steamy with condensation and tension. It was only when Luke let out a girlish giggle, high pitched and truly happy sounding, that Michael realised something was up, that Luke wasn't right or himself and that nothing he was doing was on his own command or will.

It was sad that Luke seemed happiest when intoxicated, that the rest of the time he was so fucking sad, or keeping everything he felt bottled away. Michael was starting to realise a lot was wrong with Luke, he was realising he needed to truly help him out.

"Luke, you're drunk," Michael stated, and Luke looked up, shaking his head frantically, but there was no point him denying it, Michael knew it was true and that he had to let Luke in before he did a thing more stupid than arrive at Michael's window at half 2 in the morning.

So Michael opened to window fully, Luke practically falling in due to the way he was leant against it, his hands landing either side of Michael's body to keep him up, and Michael wasn't sure how drunk he was, given how fast his reactions seemed to be still.

"Hi," Luke giggled for the third time in the last five minutes, and Michael just rolled his eyes, pulling Luke in further until he was sat indoors, admittedly on Michael's lap, and Michael quickly shut the window to stop either of them getting a cold. Luke was shivering in Michael's lap and Michael wondered whether he even realised he was cold or if everything was too blurred for him to even move from his current seating position.

"You should sleep," Michael murmured, removing Luke from his lap, but before he could whine, Michael picked him up bridal style, stumbling the short distance to the bed and dropping him on to it inelegantly, a small disgruntled sound emitting from Luke's lips.

"I like sleep," Luke muttered, pulling the duvet over himself (with the help of Michael) and lying on his back, looking up at Michael with glazed eyes and furrowed eyebrows, as if trying to connect two things together about him but not able to in his drunken state.

"Cuddle me," Luke said suddenly, and Michael thought he had already gotten asleep, by the way he had shut up for over five minutes, and he looked at Luke, who was making grabby hands up at Michael, and he just sighed, doing as Luke pleased because he always did and it may as well be a part of his personality by now.

"Night babe," and Michael hadn't meant to used the pet name, but Luke looked so cute half asleep with floppy hair and dark blue eyes, so it had just happened. It didn't have to mean anything. Not everything had to be over annotated. It was just a word.

And Michael didn't sleep that night because he was too busy over annotating why Luke was drunk and why he had decided to come to Michael, rather than his own boyfriend.

I love Childish Gambino I'm such trash also sorry Kanye but he's better soz

Also Some Minds by Flume is 10/10 and my music taste has been affected by listening to Apple Radio oops l8r sk8rs