Mike viewed each camera, noticing that the animatronics hadn't moved yet. Strange. Usually they start moving.
The sound of the door to his left closing made him look over, confused. There was nothing there. Then the other closed and he looked to that one. There stood, "Vincent? What the hell do you want?" Mike recognized him once he saw purple. "Well, my darling, Mikey, I came to see you." Vincent responded, slowly walking over to Mike. "And why would that be?" Mike questioned, setting the tablet on the desk. "Because you're just so cute, I couldn't handle being away from you any longer." Vincent explained, his usual smile plastered to his face. Mike blushed. "Yeah, whatever." Mike said and looked through the tablet again, even if he knew there was nothing happening. "You know, if the doors stay closed, the battery will go out and those fucking animatronics will be able to get to me." Mike said, peering up at Vincent. "Yes, I know Mikey, but they won't bother you with me here to protect you." Vincent said and stood right beside Mike. Mike groaned putting the tablet back on the desk.
They were quiet for a moment before Vincent interrupted the silence saying, "Wanna have a staring contest?" Mike shrugged. "Sure. There's nothing happening anyway." He replied, standing from the chair and stretching. Vincent sat on the desk and patted a spot next to him for Mike to sit. Mike sighed and sat next to Vincent.
They faced each other, readying their eyes. Vincent started them off by saying, "Alright. Three. Two. One. Go." Then they stared.
No blinking yet. Just straight faces and stares.
Vincent moved a hand onto Mike's thigh, making Mike flinch and swat his hand away. "Quit it." Mike said, not looking away from Vincent and not blinking. Vincent smiled, once again putting his hand on Mike's thigh. Mike grabbed his hand and held it down to the desk. "Aww, Mikey. We're holding hands." Vincent said, his smile growing. "Shut up." Mike said. Their eyes never broke contact. Their eyes never blinked. As Mike's eyes were getting dry and he felt the need to close his eyes, his eyes then widened when Vincent quickly kissed him. Mike blushed brightly and pushed Vincent back. "W-What the fuck dude!" Mike yelled and wiped his mouth. "Your lips taste like butterscotch," Vincent said. "I like butterscotch." He leaned in for another kiss, but Mike stopped him and pushed him away. "Stop, you ass!" Mike shouted. "Aw c'mon Mikey, just one more!"
"No!"
"Just one! I promise I won't bother you anymore!"
"No!"
"Pleeeease!"
Mike sighed. "Fine!" He gripped Vincent's shirt and pulled him closer, mashing their lips together. It took time, but they finally got their lips to move in sync. Vincent licked at Mike's bottom lip, and Mike hesitantly opened his mouth. Vincent moved his tongue around in Mike's mouth, licking everywhere he could reach. The thing that surprised him and Mike both, was that Mike moaned into the kiss. They needed air so they parted. "So you liked it, eh?" Vincent asked, a smile never leaving his lips. Mike's blush brightened and he looked down at the desk. "Whatever." Mike mumbled. Vincent grabbed Mike's hands and held them, rubbing his thumb over them softly. "You're such a cutie." Vincent said softly before kissing Mike's cheek and nuzzling him.