kitten || muke au

forty-one

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{flashback}

michael was tired. 

he was tired of being observed like a sex toy, (even though that was a partial reason he was here) he was tired of sitting around, he was tired of relying on people to make his life good. michael was so damn tired.

he was sitting in the corner of this big facility room. white, plain walls with a two words stenciled in on the front.

it read "cat furries"

there had been many people coming in that day. most of them men. all of them had taken a furry home with them. michael had counted how many had left so far and how many steps each of them took while they were in the same room.

none of them took even the slightest interest in michael. they glanced at him for a second then moved right along to a different furry. it was expected. it happened every day.

michael decided to curl up in the corner, knees up to his chest and arms around his legs. he stayed there, in that exact position for what seemed like forever, until his eyes started closing sleepily. 

but even though he  as tired, his eyes quickly opened when a young blond opened the door and stepped into the room. behind him followed another man, a little older than the first but shorter. michael's breath had been taken away, he extended his legs out and sat up straighter than before.

the blond immediately went for one of his female pen-mates, (britt, was it?) crouching down to her level, since she was sat cross-legged on the shiny tile floor. michael's heart dropped. he sighed. he was straight, wasn't he? just michael's luck.

but, for some reason, the blond's friend made a face, quickly whispering something to him. the blond's eyes widened, and he wiped his hands down his jeans. his eyes quickly searched the room before settling on michael.

he would never forget the way he first looked at him.

they way the blond's eyes locked and his jaw went slack and he stood there, mouth agape and  he took a deep breath. michael knew he was something special. 

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in luke's arms.

michael had figured out that that's where he belonged.

after calum had silently dropped the two off luke immediately grabbed michael by the waist and held him for a good hour or two. no words were exchanged between the two. the house was dead silent but  somehow it meant so much. michael cuddled into luke's chest, letting a few tears escape his tired eyes.

he missed luke so much. he missed how sweet he smelled, he missed how soft his skin was. he missed how he held michael. he missed  the love that practically radiated off of luke. he just missed him.

after cuddling for two hours, luke felt something wet on his chest. he looked down to see michael with his eyes shut, with a crease formed between them. a trail of tears came from his eyes and as he looked down michael let a small sob escape his lips.

"mikey? precious?" luke asked, worry laced in between his words. "what's wrong baby?"

michael cursed himself for letting luke notice. he didn't want luke to worry about him. besides, there was no way he could actually tell luke. he would get punished. or worse, he would get taken away.

whatever happened between him and calum had to stay between them. if one person told someone else, no matter who it was, things would get and around and before anything else michael would be sent away to a new facility and kept there for the rest of his life.

and michael couldn't live without luke. there was no possible way.

"kitten. why are you crying?" luke mumbled into michael's furry ear, gently kissing it afterwards. he laid michael down on the couch, and michael took notice that he was gentler than usual.

"don't worry about it, lukey. I missed you a lot. can you... can you kiss me, please?"

luke nodded, gently bringing his lips down to his submissive's and kissing him gently. he laid on top of michael softly, pulling away and kissing his cheeks afterwards.

"I missed you, too, kitten." 

michael mewled softly, bringing his lips up to his dominant's and kissing them softly. soon the kiss became heated, and luke picked michael up by his legs and carried him up into their room. 

god, luke missed this. he missed having someone to hold onto. he missed kissing michael's soft skin and burying into him. god, luke fucking missed michael.

they made love all night long. when the sun came up, luke had to tell michael to finish riding him so they could catch some sleep. and they slept in each others arms, comfortable and safe.

that is, until michael had to squirm out of bed to throw up in the toilet. 

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