They talked for a while before the meal came.

"Thank you very much." Malcolm smiled. Bon picked up his cutlery and then looked at Malcolm's plate.

"What the hell is that?" He asked interestedly. Malcolm laughed.

"That's a fish, Bon." He also took his cutlery and began to eat.

"Does it taste good?" Asked Bon with a smile. Malcolm nodded excitedly.

"It tastes great. Thank you, Bonny." Bon smiled.

"Naturally. I love you." Malcolm grinned and they continued to eat. "What did you think when Cliff introduced me as the new singer?" Bon asked interestedly and then continued eating, looking into Malcolm's eyes.

"I thought to myself: shit, that's the guy from the drugstore." Bon started laughing and then took his glass.

"On us." He grinned. Malcolm smiled and raised his glass too.

"On us." They clinked glasses together. When Malcolm was almost finished he suddenly coughed, so he put it in the crook of his arm. His throat burned and he cleared his throat a few times.

"Did you choke?" Asked Bon worried. Malcolm nodded quickly. Bon ate the last piece of meat and then set the plate aside. He smiled at Malcolm. Malcolm put a hand on his throat and massaged a little while he continued to eat. But the scratching grew stronger. He coughed into his elbow again. The guests around the two looked at him annoyed. Malcolm's face turned red. "You don't have to be embarrassed." Bon chuckled. Malcolm raised his head and gave him a tight smile. "Are you all right, darling?" Bon asked worriedly. Malcolm nodded. His eyes started to water and his throat was scratching worse. It hurts. Malcolm wanted to eat the last fork of fish, but he couldn't. His throat scratched and burned so badly. Malcolm pressed his throat, whimpering. "Are you all right, darling?" Bon repeated worriedly. He had reached across the table and taken Malcolm's free hand in his.

"But there are no capers in my sauce even though it was on the menu!" Malcolm heard a woman call and was startled. Crap! The scratching in his throat increased as he dipped his fork in the sauce and smelled it. Damn! Why was he so stupid!?

"Is there something wrong with the sauce?" Asked the waiter, looking at Malcolm. Malcolm tried to swallow, but his throat was too tight.

"You switched my plate." Malcolm said in a scratchy voice. The waiter's eyes widened and he looked at the woman who was getting a new plate. Bon still didn't understand what it was about. Malcolm coughed into his elbow again. His throat tightened and he felt like he was suffocating. The waiter ran quickly into the kitchen.

"Treasure. Talk to me. What's wrong?" Bon asked worriedly. Malcolm started scratching his neck.

"Capers." He gasped as he tried to take a breath.

"What? Capers? What do you mean by that, honey?" Bon asked puzzled. The waiter came running back with a bag of ice that he gave to Malcolm. Malcolm pressed the ice pack against his throat and tried to take a shaky breath. "Come on. Talk to me. What's going on?" Bon asked, feeling tears welling up in his eyes. Malcolm looked so terribly tortured. Malcolm took his knife, cut open the ice pack and put one of the ice cubes in his mouth to suck on it. Damn. His throat tightened and he felt his circulation become more irregular because his vision was black spotted. The waiter looked at him worried.

"Ambulance?" He asked. Malcolm shook his head.

"What? Why ambulance?" Bon asked confused.

"We apparently accidentally switched the plates and your boyfriend ate capers." Bon's eyes widened.

"Oh my God. Are you all right? Crap. Can I help you?" Malcolm shook his head tightly and ate another ice cube. It was damn cold, but he felt it stopped the scratching. Bon held Malcolm's hand tightly in his and wept. "Come on. Shit, Mal." The waiter took Malcolm's suit jacket and helped him up. "Where are you going?" Asked Bon puzzled.

"He needs some fresh air." Malcolm stumbled past the tables and nudged them. His vision was getting dreary. There was a murmur through the restaurant and everyone looked at him.

"Keep calm, ladies and gentlemen." Said another waiter. Malcolm was shown into the garden. Bon followed quickly. The waiter sat Malcolm in a chair outside and handed him the ice pack. Bon quickly sat down next to Malcolm and hugged him.

"Crap. Come on." Tears ran down his cheeks. The waiter, trembling, took another ice cube and handed it to Malcolm. Malcolm shook his head and refused. He started shaking badly and his arms and legs cramped. "What happens to you?" Bon asked, trembling. The waiter gasped and ran quickly back to the restaurant. Bon pulled Malcolm onto his lap and wept. "Come on. Please." He was crying into Malcolm's shoulder. Malcolm's body was tense. The waiter came back with a small syringe that he rammed through Malcolm's pants into his thigh. "What are you doing there!?" Bon screamed in horror. Sweat formed on Malcolm's forehead and he took short, long breaths.

"Come on." The waiter muttered as he withdrew the syringe. Malcolm's eyes were wide and he looked at Bon fearfully as his chest rose and fell very quickly. Bon held him tight and cried. The waiter stood in front of them and looked at Malcolm with concern. It was a few more seconds before Malcolm's body relaxed. The waiter took a breath of relief and handed the ice pack to Bon. "Hold that against his neck." Bon nodded and did so. Malcolm pressed himself against Bon, whimpering, and took a shuddering breath.

"What was that?" Bon asked worriedly and looked at Syringe.

"Adrenaline. He should go to the hospital now." Malcolm shook his head weakly.

"No. I'll be fine. Just more ice." He whispered. The waiter nodded and ran back inside to get ice. Bon rocked Malcolm on his lap.

"All is well. I'm here." He whispered in Malcolm's ear. The guitarist whimpered softly. "What was that?"

"Allergy attack." Malcolm muttered softly. The waiter came back with an ice pack and a stick of ice cream. He gave both to the guitarist. Malcolm took it. Bon opened the ice cream and Malcolm put it in his mouth to suck on. Bon's dirty side imagined those lips on something else ... but ... stop! There was no time for that now! Bon held the ice pack to Malcolm's throat. After a few minutes, Malcolm was able to breathe again. "Thanks." He smiled weakly and looked at the waiter.

"You don't have to thank me. I must apologize. I switched the plates. I'm so terribly sorry." He said guilty.

"It's okay." Malcolm muttered. "It can happen. I should have been careful myself." Bon picked up Malcolm bridal. The waiter placed Malcolm's suit jacket over the little guitarist.

"I'm terribly sorry gentlemen." Said the owner of the restaurant as he walked over to them.

"Not bad." Malcolm muttered. Bon bit his lip. Yes! It was damn bad! Malcolm almost choked!

"Please, take this with you." The owner gave Bon a high-value voucher.

"Thanks." Bon smiled.

"Of course you don't have to pay for the food."

"The food was still very good." Malcolm whispered wearily. His head leaned against Bon's collarbone. "Compliment the chef." The waiter and owner smiled.

"I will." With that, the two rock stars left the restaurant. Bon carried Malcolm through the streets. It was already dark.

"I'm sorry." Malcolm muttered against Bon's neck.

"What are you sorry for, darling?" Asked Bon, looking down at him. Malcolm was still eating his ice cream. Bon watched with a smile. Malcolm looked like a small child.

"I'm sorry I ruined our date." Tears started to run down Malcolm's cheeks. "I'm so terribly sorry. I knew I was going to ruin the evening somehow." Bon looked at Malcolm in shock.

"You haven't ruined anything, honey. You can't help it." They continued walking until they reached the hotel park. There a band played on a small stage. A couple of lights were on and it was pretty romantic. People danced on the lawn. "Shall we dance?" Asked Bon with a smile.

"I can't dance." Malcolm whispered.

"I'll show you." Bon grinned and went over there. They stood a little apart so that no one could see them. Malcolm tossed the stick of his ice cream in a bin and placed the bag of ice cubes on the floor. Bon took Malcolm's hand. "Put your hand on my shoulder." Malcolm did and smiled at Bon. He was still a little tired, but that would be over soon. Bon began to waltz himself. Malcolm tried to join in. Bon giggled. "You're doing great, darling." Malcolm just looked at his feet. Bon stopped and lifted Malcolm's chin. "Look at me." Malcolm did and they danced again. Malcolm stepped on Bon's foot.

"I'm sorry!" He shouted.

"It's okay." Bon chuckled and they carried on. Their bodies moved together perfectly to the song. Both looked at each other in love. Malcolm's green eyes reflected the stars that shone down on them from the sky. Bon smiled at its beauty. "You're beautiful, my darling." Malcolm smiled.

"You're beautiful, honey." They stopped and kissed tightly. Malcolm stood on his toes and Bon hunched over a little. The singer stroked Malcolm's hipbone with his thumbs. Malcolm had tangled his fingers in Bon's hair. They withdrew smiling.

"I love you." Bon whispered.

"I love you too. So much." Malcolm smiled and rested his head on Bon's chest. They only swayed to the music. Bon kissed Malcolm's head.

"I love you baby. And that will never change." Malcolm looked up at him with a smile. Bon tapped Malcolm's little nose, giggling, then pulled him tight. "I love you, my little baby." Malcolm didn't complain about the name and kissed Malcolm's side of the neck.

"I love you, Bonny. We belong Together. We're one."

*

They danced most of the night, even when nobody was around and music was playing. The two smiled at each other and forgot the world around them. But at some point, at four in the morning, they realized that they should go back to the hotel. Bon carried Malcolm bridal, even though Malcolm could walk again. The smaller one had hidden his face in Bon's chest and was caressing his chest with little kisses that drove Bon crazy. Neither saw them as they took the elevator and drove to their floor.

"I don't want to part with you." Malcolm whimpered as they stood in front of Malcolm and Angus' room. Bon giggled and kissed Malcolm hard.

"I love you." Malcolm hummed.

"I love you too sweetheart. That will never change. I will always love you."

"Me too." Bon smiled and kissed him again. "Goodnight sweetheart. Dream something beautiful."

"I'm going to dream of a hot night with you between my legs." Malcolm grinned. Bon started laughing and kissed Malcolm hard. Then he stroked his cheek.

"I love you, Malcolm Mitchell Young. At some point your dreams will come true."

"I hope so." Malcolm teased. The singer laughed. "Thanks for the date, Bonny. It was wonderful." Bon smiled.

"We'll repeat that. We'll only leave out the caper part if you agree."

"Sure I am." Malcolm chuckled.

"Good night." Bon smiled and walked down the hall. Malcolm watched him go.

"Bon?" Bon turned around.

"Yes?" Malcolm ran up to him and jumped on him. He wrapped his legs around Bon's waist. Bon held him under his ass and smiled. Malcolm kissed him needily. Bon kissed him back hard. Malcolm got off Bon again and smiled at him.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Malcolm's heart fluttered strongly. It felt so damn good to say those words and to hear them too.

"Good night, honey." Bon whispered and went to the door of his room.

"Good night. I love you." Malcolm smiled and went to his room. He unlocked the door and went inside smiling. But then he realized that Angus wasn't here. Where was he? Well ... maybe he was out with the boys somewhere. Malcolm was still grinning like an idiot as he removed his suit jacket and tie. Then he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He hummed "high voltage" as the white foam of the toothpaste graced his lips. He was moving to the beat of the song when he suddenly discovered something. It was on the closed toilet seat. What the hell was this doing here? He walked slowly towards it and picked it up. A pregnancy test. What the hell? He turned the test in his hands and froze. He spat out his toothbrush in shock. It ended up in the bathtub. Malcolm stared at the test. Positive.