The black mercades pulled to a stop in the snowy driveway outside Mikey's home. The tension between the two was thick. Nobody had dared to say a single word the entire drive home. The silence was only broken by a few whines from the husky in the backseat, whom shoved his head into Mikey's elbow, clearly jealous of the painter's closeness to his master. However, Mikey didn't even notice the dog. His eyes stared blankly ahead out the front windshield worriedly.
Frank's words circled in his head in never-ending loops. What on earth could the doctor be hiding? Granted, he was mysterious. Mikey didn't know a single thing about the man's life, except that he lived along, was gay, a doctor, and extremely allergic to... Something. The possibilities of whatever strange secret he had were eating a hole of anxiety in the pit of Mikey's stomach, each one as unlikely and terrifying as the last.
Mikey still told himself again and again that no matter what his secret was, it wouldn't change his feelings for the doctor. Mikey loved him. Perhaps it was deep loneliness, but something told Mikey his emotions for Frank weren't changing any second too soon.
Frank turned the engine off. The doctor turned his head towards the man beside him and smiled softly behind his large, round sunglasses. "You're shivering, dear," He whispered like nothing at all was wrong with what was about to happen. Mikey turned towards Frank beside him, his eyesbrows raised slightly, but he said nothing. What was there to be said? Frank reached across the console and patted Mikey's knees, which caused sparks to shoot through his body, "We should go inside. Come along."
With that, the doctor opened his door and stepped out. Mikey followed, stepping into the cold and shutting his door behind himself as he folded his hands into his pockets. Little shots of steam ran from each of his nostrils, momentarily clouding his thick glasses as he watched Frank moved to the other door and release Alabaster who took off into the snow, barking excitedly. Frank whistled twice, and the husky returned, proudly trotting beside Frank who was walking up towards the door.
Frank stopped a few feet ahead, turning over his shoulder to see the stationary Mikey standing beside the fancy car, knees shaking. The ever-present 'smug bastard' smirk was shining on his lips as his eyes fell on the painter. Even through the sunglasses, Mikey could see the longing reflecting in his lenses. It made him weak.
"Aren't you coming?" The man said in a calm voice, holding out his hand smoothly.
Mikey knew he couldn't say no. His legs led himself to the pale man, and his fingers, as if something else was controlling them, grasped Frank's. Frank's smirk grew, and he tugged Mikey up to his front door. After several minutes or removing layers and shaking off snow, Frank continued leading Mikey, much to the painter's surprise, to Mikey's master bedroom. Mikey instantly felt more nervous as he watched Frank seat himself on the edge of Mikey's bed and kick off his shoes.
"I hope you don't mind us talking here," He spoke as he pulled his legs onto the bed. His red irises flicked up to the confused man, "It's just more comfortable."
That made absolutely no sense to Mikey, but he shook his head, moving to the other side of the bed and sitting down as well. "It's fine," He muttered, kicking off his shoes and sitting back against the headboard beside Frank, "I don't mind."
From where he sat, Mikey could see the husky nudge his nose into the room and then bumble in, laying down at the edge of the bed and sighing. Frank wrapped his arm around Mikey's shoulders softly, running his fingers over the man's shoulders calmly. Mikey felt slightly calmer, and he laid his head on Frank's shoulder. Still, he could not banish the ever present sick feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. Something awful was going to happen.
"I suppose I cannot stall any longer," The soft, calm voice whispered, scooting away from the headboard. Frank moved in front of Mikey, removing his arm, moving his hands down to Mikey's. Mikey felt like he was going to vomit. He couldn't even look up at Frank's face. He had to focus on the green bed sheets, his heart pounding in his ears. "There is... Something I must tell you now before we become any closer," He said, his cold thumb tracing over Mikey's hands, "Something... That may hurt you, my dear."
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Death's Muse
FanfictionLonely and depressed, Mikey Way is battling through the drab years that immediately follow college. Struggling to make a living as an artist, Mikey has became a battered down, quiet introvert whom wants nothing to do with the abusive romance he is u...