Death's Muse

Chapter Fourteen;

Mikey awoke with a start several hours later when the moon was high over his home. The cause of his sudden startlement was the door at the end of his bedroom being pushed open with a squeak from the aging doorframe. Mikey sat up, panting and gasping, rubbing his eyes. The sound had pulled him away from a terrifying nightmare that he could not remember, only that he had been very, very scared.

His eyes adjusted to the vague darkness as he pulled his palms away. There was a figure in the doorway, dark and sihouetted. Mikey was suddenly terrified. His heart pounded as he backed himself against the headboard.

"Mikey?" A soft voice whispered. The figure moved closer into the white light streaming in the window illuminating from the moon. Mikey's panic vanished as his eyes fell on Frank. His heart rate slowed drastically, and his clenched hands suddenly loosened. He let out a soft gasp, moving his hands to his face as the doctor stepped closer and sat down on the edge of the bed beside Mikey. "Are you quite alright, darling?" He whispered, pressing his hand over where Mikey's knees were hidden under the blankets. There was an immense amount of concern in his face, eyebrows furrowed, "You're trembling."

Mikey caught his breath, shaking his head. "Nightmares," He mumbled, raising his eyes with a false smile. Mikey ran his eyes over the man beside him for a moment. His clothes were changed, Mikey noticed, and his eyes were fully dialated. Mikey could feel the worry surface in his face as he looked his lover over, "Where... Where did you go?" It was clear he had been out somewhere. Mikey knew he had probably been feeding, but the reality of that hurt him too much.

Frank seemed taken aback by this. He blinked, his back stiffening as he looked over the man. His brow furrowed slightly, and he shook his head. "Nowhere, darling. I took a short walk," Frank whispered, running his hand over where Mikey's leg was under the blanket. Mikey could not help but think about how absurd that was. It was the middle of winter. There were inches of snow on the ground.

But, Mikey did not want to know the truth, so he pushed it away as Frank crawled into the bed beside him, wiping his lips as he crawled under the covers. Mikey could feel the cold seeping from the man as he made himself comfortable between blankets beside Mikey.

 Within seconds, Frank had the smaller male in his arms against his chest. The doctor pressed his lips against Mikey's forehead and cheek several times. His lips were freezing against Mikey's slightly warm skin, and the painter could not help but to squirm slightly. This made Frank laugh softly as he ran his fingers down Mikey's sides, loosening his grip as the painter turned to face him. The moonlight was stretched across the two serenely, and Frank seemed to glow like an angel.

Frank was smirking as he ran his fingers along Mikey's side. "How did you sleep, darling?"

 Mikey remembered the nightmare he had just awoken from. The panic. He could not remember the dream exactly, only that he had been scared. Mikey shook his head, watching Frank's face. "I'm still weak," He whispered, deciding not to say anything about his dream. Frank probably would not care anyway.

"Aw, Darling," Frank said with a smile as he ran his hand back up to Mikey's cheek. "That is sadly normal, but you will return to normal soon," He moved closer and pressed his lips against Mikey's very, very softly. Mikey suddenly seemed to feel much better. He began to smile in the kiss. That felt so nice, a sensation Mikey was not used to at all. He pressed his lips harder against Frank's, whimpering softly. Frank must have heard the whimper because he pulled away, a look of slight concern mixed with sly amusement on his face. "What was that, love?" He asked softly, "Did I hurt you?"

Mikey began to smile. He could not remember a time anybody had ever asked him that. "No, no, of course not," He said, holding himself up on the elbow he was laying on. He chuckled softly and leaned forward, pressing his lips against Frank's cold face. He could feel Frank smile as he pressed his body against the doctor's. "I really... I really love you, Frank," Mikey whispered, his nose against Frank's cheek.