This is going to be a bit different than my usual MidCo fics- different dynamics and all- Cobra had always been slightly afraid of Midnight since the day that Brain had taken him aside and talked to him alone. He hadn't been able to hear the conversation and from then on, he couldn't hear Midnight's thoughts either. Midnight began to draw away from them a bit. End became colder and meaner. Darker somehow. This was the same Macbeth that Erik had known in the tower who begged to lay in his arms so he would be safe. There was something wrong about Midnight and there was something Midnight didn't want him to know. This will contain some smexy stuff. Not enough lemon of these two in the world. So, here we are.