"WHAT?! What the hell do you want?" Mike snapped. I smirked and walked past him and into his living room. "It's been a while since I've been here but it still looks the same" I said as I sat down on Mike's couch. "I don't remember inviting you to wander around my damn house. We haven't been friends for a long time, Vincent. And with good reason. You are a piece of shit. Now WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Mike said angrily as he crossed his arms and stood in front of me. I sighed and stretched my arms over the back of the couch. "You still want to kill me, right?" I smirked at him, slightly leaning my head back. Mike just glared at me. "Well, you might not get your chance, Mikey" I stood up and walked over to his window, gently pushing the blind out of the way to check to see if the car that's tailing me is still there. Mike walked up behind me, trying to figure out what I was looking at.
"They're onto you, huh?" Mike grinned. I quirked an eyebrow and walked back to the couch, sitting down. "You know, if I go down I'm taking you with me" I smirked, running my fingers through my hair. "So you're going to help me". Mike stared at me angrily as he sat on the other end of the couch. "Fuck you" he said almost in a whisper. "Really, if I go down A LOT of people will be coming with me. Cleaning up and hiding dead bodies that some stupid animatronics killed... heh" I halfway closed my eyes and looked at Mike. He lowered his head and sat there quietly. He knows I'm right. And he might want to kill me but I'm sure he wants to avoid prison even more. Mike finally spoke "What do we need to do?"
I quickly rose to my feet "Get shit-faced. That's the first step!" I chirped. Mike let out a sigh and nodded "You know where everything is..". I made my way to the kitchen and opened a counter, retrieving two shot glasses and a bottle of rum. I placed everything on the coffee table and sat down on the couch, pulling the table closer to us. I poured two shots and handed one to Mike "Just like old times" I grinned. "Fuck..." Mike grumbled as he slammed back his shot and poured himself another. "We need a scapegoat" I said, drinking a shot and getting another. "You're really planning to pin this sick shit on an innocent person..?" I shot Mike a look and before I could reply he said "Never mind, I forgot who I was talking to". I chuckled "Well, would you rather be sitting in prison with me? Waiting for someone else to kill us both?". Mike frowned and took another shot "I fucking hate you...".
"Should we let the Boss know what's going on?" Mike slurred. I rubbed my chin "Not yet. We don't need him right now". Mike rubbed his forehead "I'm just as much of a piece of shit as you" he said. "That's right. We're too of a kind!" I leaned over and placed an arm on Mike's shoulder. I could feel Mike shudder but he didn't push me away. "Cheer up! You're no fun when you're depressed, Mikey". I slid myself closer to Mike. We can have a little fun. I nipped at Mike's neck. "Stop it, you're disgusting" Mike's slurring was worse now. I lightly traced my fingertip down the side of his neck. "Vincent, I'm too drunk for this shit. Stop it". "You should be drunk. You downed half of the bottle by yourself" I chuckled. "Besides.. I like you better when you're drunk. You're easy" I purred. "We have more important things we should be doing than for you to be worried about getting it in. YOU'VE KILLED PEOPLE! YOU'VE HID THEIR BODIES! AND I...I...." Mike lowered his head. "You've done the same" I grinned. "I never meant for her to get killed.. It wasn't my fault. You set that entire thing up!" Mike yelled. I pursed my lips "Yeah, doesn't change the fact that if you weren't being a dick to her, the entire thing wouldn't have went down that way. Plus, you were right there beside me cleaning up her blood and disposing of her corpse."
"Shit.." Mike rested his head on his hands. "Come on. It'll help you forget about all of this for a little bit" I sneered. I ran my tongue over his earlobe. He didn't pull away and remained silent. I positioned myself on my knees and pressed a hand against Mike's shoulder, turning his body and pushing him back at the same time. Mike lightly pushed my chest and in turn I grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them above his head. He's pretending to struggle. He's just as strong as me but he isn't putting up much of a fight. He wants this. I need to get him drunk more often. I smirked and placed myself in between Mike's legs and leaned down, softly pressing my lips against his. I've gotta play this right. He's drunk and vulnerable but he also get's more moody when he drinks. I licked his lips and he opened his mouth. I let go of one of his wrists and he pressed his hand against the back of my neck, pulling us into a deep kiss. We stayed that way for several moments and I slowly pulled away. "Yep, exactly like old times" I said, a sly grin spreading across my face. "Shut up" Mike whispered.
I stood up and removed my shirt. Grabbing Mike by the hand I pulled him off of the couch. "C'mon, your beds a lot more comfortable". For a second I wondered if Mike was planning something. Waiting for me to let my guard down so he could kill me. No, he isn't that stupid. If I disappeared now, the cops would be all over him. He'll have to wait until all of this bullshit has died down. We made our way to his bedroom. Mike pulled off his shirt and slid off his pants. "You must want it pretty bad, hmm~?" I smirked, gesturing at the very noticeable bulge of his boxers. "Yeah, well you look like your having problems. What? Can't get it up anymore?" Mike grinned. "Yeah, it just takes more than a kiss on the lips" I replied and sat down on his bed, leaning back on my forearms. Mike sighed as he realized what I was implying but walked over to me and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants anyway. I lifted myself up a little so he could slide my pants off.
Mike pulled the waist of my briefs down a little and took my member out. I stared at him, watching his every move. He ran his tongue around my tip and paused. "You can stop giving me that cold look, Vincent. I'm probably the closest thing to a friend you've ever had, and that isn't saying much. But we've known each other for a long time and sadly I know the things you like. So stop looking at me like I'm just some random fuck". His words caught me off guard and I guess Mike noticed the expression on my face as he took that moment to take all of me into his mouth. I let out a loud moan but quickly shut my mouth as if that would take the sound back. Mike smirked as he moved his head up and down. "Don't fucking do shit like that!" I shouted. I put my hand on the back of his head and forced him further down. I moved my hand once Mike gagged and he jerked his head up and glared at me. "What the fuck?!" He snapped. "It's harder to talk with a dick in your throat" I grinned running my hand up and down my now hard dick. Mike pushed me all the way down onto the bed and straddled me.
I grabbed both of his shoulders and pulled him, making him lean over and roughly pressed my lips to his, sliding my tongue into his mouth. While still locked in a kiss I rolled so that I was on top. I roughly grabbed Mike's boxers and pulled them down, him using his feet to slide them off the rest of the way. I quickly grabbed one of Mike's legs and placed it on my shoulder, breaking the kiss. "W-Wait! It's been a while... don't just go strait for it" Mike said, looking away. His cheeks were red.. I'm not sure if it was from the alcohol, being flustered or being embarrassed. "You're really going to be a little bitch about this, huh?" I teased. "Fuck you, Vincent" Mike sneered. "You're about to~" I purred. His cheeks were so red now they looked like they were on fire. "Don't worry, love~. I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt you~" I hummed. He knew I was being sarcastic but it didn't seem to ruin the mood. I lubed up my fingers and then roughly slid one into him, then slowly began moving it in and out. Mike grunted at first but as my movements became more gentle he relaxed.
I slid in another finger and moved them both side to side, back and forth. "Okay, I think I'm ready" Mike panted. I pulled my fingers out and rubbed some of the lube onto my member then re-positioned myself, pressing lightly against Mike's entrance. I licked my lips as I forcefully pushed myself inside of him. Mike gasped and grabbed at his bed sheet "FUCK, VINCENT! DON'T BE SO ROUGH, YET!". I chuckled as I gently moved back and forth a little. "Better?" I asked. Mike nodded. I need to remember to be more careful with Mike. As much as I hate to admit it, I do need him right now. Without his help I'll be sitting on death row by next month. I sped up my pace a little, biting my lip. He's so tight. It really has been a while, though. It's been almost 10 years since Mike and I were actually...friends... Keeping my rhythm, I leaned over and licked his neck, sucking on it a bit. I began thrusting harder, biting the crook of his neck. He softly moaned, trying not to let me hear it. "You gonna scream my name this time?" I teased, panting. "N-no" he replied breathlessly. "Hmmmm~" I quirked an eyebrow as I used my arms to pull Mike's legs up farther. "We'll see~" I purred as I started slamming into him.
Mike gasped and dug his fingers into my arm. "V-Vin.... FUCK!" he moaned out. "Come on, let me hear it" I smirked. I let his leg slide off of one of my arms to free up a hand. I moved it to his throbbing cock and began to stroke it, still roughly thrusting into him. Mike's eyes widened as he slightly leaned up and pushed against my chest "N-NO! Don't.... VINCENT" Mike moaned loudly as he came on himself. Hearing this, I released in him, slowing my pace. I sighed as I pulled out and used an arm to wipe some of the sweat from my forehead. I deviously smiled at Mike as I fell to the other side of the bed, laying beside Mike. "Wanna take a shower together~?" I wiggled my eyebrows up and down. "NO! It's already 4AM. I want to get some sleep..". "But why? We're still off tomorrow..er today. We have time to play some more.." I smirked. "I'm drunk and I'm tired. I'm going to shower and go to sleep" Mike grumbled as he got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. "Don't use up all the hot water!" I called out.
