Disclaimer: this imagine is NOT MINE. Credit to the original author, Chantal. I got this from Donatella's Head.

Rating: NC-17

This fic has four parts

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{part 1}

       It was exactly one year since Mike called off his and Micky's relationship. His desire for him had definitely passed. He ended their affair with a pleasurable blowjob and a long kiss goodbye. Stunned, Micky cried. "Why Mike? Why?" he begged. Mike gave him no answer. He simply patted Micky's shoulder and said farewell, leaving him kneeling on the floor crying, "Don't leave me, please." Mike never looked back fearing he would give in and stay with him. He couldn't be with him a minute longer. The passion was gone. Micky was too needy, too whiny. There was nothing left for him. It was time to move on.

Mike looked away from the huge picture window inside his new home in Houston. He missed Micky very much, but he knew he made the right decision. His life was wonderful. No more L.A., with its phoniness; he was home where he belonged. "I never should have left," he sighed. If only Micky hadn't turned into an overgrown baby, he would have asked him to move to Houston with him.

He couldn't believe it had been one year since he laid eyes on Micky. He often called Peter and Davy asking how Micky was, but they always gave vague, indirect answers. Mike shook his head, cursing himself for thinking about him. "We're history. I'll probably never see him again."

~~~~~

"Sir, is there anything I can get you?" the flight attendant asked.

"No, thank you." Micky responded.

"Is this your first trip to Houston?"

"No, I've visited several times."

She gave him an extra pillow. Their eyes met and she quickly looked away. "Just in case."

He gave the pillow back. "I don't need it."

"Okay, sir."

Of all the places, why was he going to Houston? Nothing was there for him... Yes it was, dammit! "Forget about him Mick," he whispered over and over. He closed his eyes and tried to drift off to sleep. The flight wouldn't be long, but he needed his rest. "Sleep---sleep". The word echoed in his mind.

It had no meaning in his life. Sleep is for people with no worries, who aren't afraid of dreaming, he believed. Sleep for him was passing out after being high all night.

"Bye...." the voice inside his dream sang.

"No!"

"Bye..."

"I said no!"

"Goodbye...."

He twisted in his sleep and abruptly sat up screaming, "NO!"

"Sir, sir, is everything all right?" the flight attendant asked.

"Yes," Micky caught his breath, "I'm fine." He wiped the sweat from his brow and smiled. "Really, I'm fine."

"Yes, sir."

What was he doing? What was he trying to prove? The relationship was over. He tried everything to please Mike. He gave his whole heart and soul and got nothing in return but empty promises and a broken heart. The only explanation for their breakup was Mike grew tired of him. Tired of him?!

How?! He laughed at his jokes, pleasured him when he was in need, allowed him to berate him when in one of his 'moods', and supported him. He was the perfect friend and lover, at least he thought he was. What had he done wrong?

Too many questions. Too many questions. Micky lowered his head to his knees in agony. The pain was unbearable. "Oh God, it hurts." he groaned. He held his head tightly, sitting still for several minutes. Finally, the pain subsided. He lifted his head and looked around the plane. His eyes focused on a red head three rows back. She looked up and smiled. Micky stood and walked to the plane's lavatory, glancing at the redhead as he passed by. She stood up and followed him inside. No words were exchanged. She kneeled to the floor and looked at him. He unzipped his pants and grabbed a hand full of her hair. Without hesitation, the redhead serviced him. His orgasm was hard and fast, as usual, and he smiled when she was done. She walked back to her seat; seconds later, Micky appeared and slid back into his seat.

"Mr. Dolenz, wake up." the flight attendant whispered. "The plane's about to land."

Micky opened his eyes. "Thank you." He sat up and buckled his seat belt. He rubbed his temples and sighed.

The flight ended, much to Micky's delight. He stood up and grabbed his carry-on bag. He looked over his shoulder only to see the redhead lick her lips and smile at him. He gave her a faint smile back. 'Why did she do that?' he wondered. He shrugged his shoulders and headed off the plane.

~~~~~

Standing outside the airport terminal, Micky waited patiently for a taxi. It gave him time to think, would it be wise to see Mike, or would it be too painful to look into those dark, brooding eyes again. Mike made it clear he no longer wanted to be with him again, but he never said they couldn't be friends anymore.

Ever since their breakup, he felt he wasn't functioning. For two weeks he stayed locked inside his bedroom crying and cursing Mike for abandoning him. Then one day, he climbed out of bed and woke up in a blue room surrounded by drug induced zombies wickedly smiling at him. He had no idea how he got there. He staggered home, body aching, and a low dull pain in his head. A block of time gone.

Micky held his suitcase tight. A small tear streaked his face. "What's happening to me?" he whispered.

~~~~~

Mike walked up the staircase from his recording studio to his bedroom. He opened the door surprised to see a partial nude blond lying seductively on his king size bed. He closed the door and leaned against it. "How'd you get up here?" he asked.

"Are you disappointed I broke in here, or disappointed that I cut our rendezvous short a few days ago?"

Mike walked over to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm tired of your teasing, bitch."

She kneeled on the bed and removed her white sheer robe, exposing tanned breasts. "I thought teasing is what you did best Mr. Nesmith."

He leaned down and bushed his lips across hers. "So Audrey, that is your name right?"

"That's right, asshole," she growled.

He swallowed hard. "I assume you are planning on finishing what we started."

"Remember, I call the fucking shots darlin'. You just follow along." Her tongue traveled down the center of his chest, back up again, softly licking his erect nipples. Mike slid his shirt from his shoulders; his hands playing in long, feathery hair.

~~~~~

"Here you are sir." the taxi pulled up in front of a two story, ranch style home.

Micky looked out the window, a nervous wreck. Maybe this was a big mistake. He sat trying to figure out what to do.

The cab driver looked in the rearview mirror. "Sir?"

"I'm going." Micky stepped out of the car and grabbed his suitcase. He walked up the long, winding driveway to the front door.

~~~~~

Mike laid between Audrey's pale, white thighs, her long legs wrapped snuggly about his waist. His mouth tasting the sweetness of her neck, and breasts. He thrusted deep inside her, enjoying every wave of desire enveloping him. She never allowed him to go this far. To feel the insides of her, her warmth and wetness, made his cock even harder. At this point she would be telling him the game was over---but today was different. She wanted him, and he was giving it all to her.

~~~~~

Micky placed his suitcase down next to him and rang the doorbell. Moments later, a tall man wearing a dark suit opened the door. "May I help you?"

"I'm here to see Michael Nesmith. I'm Micky Dolenz. An---old friend of his."

The man glanced up the mahogany staircase and smiled. "Mr. Nesmith is busy at the moment. Would you care to come back later?"

Micky took a deep breath. Still avoiding me, huh Mike? "I just got off a plane. I came here directly from the airport to see Mike."

"Sorry, sir, but as I said, Mr. Nesmith is busy." The man closed the door.

Micky banged on the door, yelling, "Come on, man! Let me in!"

A squad car slowly passed a house. Not to cause a scene, Micky grabbed his suitcase. "I'll be back!"

~~~~~

Mike's thrusts were hard and strong, her pussy sucking him deeper. "More!" she screamed. Her long, pointed fingernails digging into the dark flesh of his ass. "Come on Mike, fuck me!" He held on to the massive headboard, slamming into her with everything he had. She met each of his thrusts with one of her own. "That's it baby, fuck me back!" he groaned. She looked up at his eyes and smiled. He did the same.

~~~~~

Micky walked down the street noticing a diner not to far away. He hurried to it and walked inside. He sat at the counter and ordered a cup of coffee. He lowered his head and shut his eyes. "Oh God, it's happening again." He mumbled. His head pounding in pain.

"Are you all right?" a man sitting next to him asked.

Micky lifted his blood red eyes. "Yes, why do you ask?"

"You seem troubled."

"Do I fucking look troubled?!" Micky yelled.

"Calm down, man." He touched his arm. "I know what you need."

"What do you suppose I need from you?" he frowned.

The man removed a small bag from his pocket. "Your sanctuary."

Micky snatched the bag from the man's hand and surveyed the contents. "That's fine, but that's not all I need."

"I can score anything you want."

Micky leaned closer to him. "I need a knife." He held the side of his head as the pain worsened. "And I need it now." 

{part 2}

Micky rode the elevator to ninth floor holding the black bag along with his suitcase. He located Audrey's apartment number and rang the doorbell.

"It's open," the voice said from the opposite side of the door.

Micky opened the door and walked in. He nodded his head. "Very nice." he said. From the white lace curtains adorning the windows, to the white baby grand piano sitting in the middle of living room, he had to admit she had great taste. "Nice place." he commented.

Audrey walked out carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Thank you." She handed him a glass.

"No, thanks."

"Ah, c'mon - just to relax you."

Micky reluctantly took it and held it as she poured the chilled wine in the glass.

"I didn't say you could move in." she joked.

He nervously laughed. "I just got in town. I haven't any place to go, yet."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize..."

He shook his head. "No problem."

She removed his jacket. "Come, sit."

Micky walked to the couch and sat down, still clutching onto the black plastic bag. Audrey sat next to him and crossed her legs. Her white shirt slightly opened as she moved in closer.

"So do you usually pick up strange guys at diners?" he asked.

"Sometimes," she giggled, "when I don't want to be alone."

Micky narrowed his eyes. "You know you shouldn't pick up total strangers - could get yourself killed."

"Would you kill me?" her voice low and inviting.

"How could I kill a person I don't even know? Um...what's your name?"

She climbed on his lap and moved a lock of curl from his eye. "I'm Audrey." she inched even closer to him. "And what did you say your name was?"

"I didn't." he replied flatly.

He could feel her cool breath on his skin; her hands snaked underneath his shirt as she planted small kisses on his neck. He closed his eyes and sighed. Strangely, he wasn't in the mood. He had other things on his mind. He leaned back and tried to enjoy Audrey's attention.

"You like?" she asked breathlessly.

He stifled a yawn. "It's nice."

She leaned even closer to him, pressing her ample breasts against his chest. Micky opened his eyes and pushed her away.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"You mentioned at the diner...you said you were with someone earlier, right?"

"Yes." she answered annoyed by his sudden interest to talk. "Why?"

Micky shook his head. "I just got a whiff of a familiar scent, that's all."

She giggled. "Oh yeah, my boyfriend and his after shave. I swear he pours it on."

Micky took a deep breath. "Remembrance, right?"

"Yes." she smiled. "He loves it."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Micky could you hand me my aftershave?" Mike yelled from the bedroom.

Micky, brushing his teeth, leaned around the corner and tossed it to him. "When will you stop using that stinky crap?"

Mike splashed two handfuls across his clean-shaven face. "I've never heard you complain about it when I'm having my way with you."

Micky walked out laughing. "Well, I'm complaining now. It's time to forget Remembrance."

Mike grabbed Micky and held him tightly around the waist. Micky giggled while Mike kissed his earlobe and neck. "Want me to stop...using it?" he whispered lightly in his ear.

"No, don't stop...don't stop..." he moaned.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey?" Audrey tapped Micky's shoulder.

"What?"

"Where were you just now?"

Micky turned to Audrey. His demeanor very serious. "How ironic that you showed up at the same diner where I just so happened to be."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just seems strange."

She sighed, "If you must know, my boyfriend lives about two blocks away. I always go there to unwind."

"And pick up guys?"

"Is that a problem? Mike doesn't mind if I see other guys."

"Mike?" Micky asked.

"Yeah, Mike Nesmith. He's a musician. Perhaps you've heard of him?"

Shocked, Micky's eyes widened. "Yes, I know Mike Nesmith." He nervously scratched his head. "How long have you two been dating?"

"We were dating while he lived in L.A. I was one of the reasons why he decided to move back to Texas," she said proudly.       

Anger grew inside Micky. He held the black bag even tighter. "Did you know he was dating someone else?"

She nodded. "Yeah, some loser he was trying to get rid of - Never said who it was." She kissed his lips. "I'm glad he chose me instead. I've told him several times, pussy is better than ass anytime, unless he's fucking mine."

The pain resurged in Micky's head as he processed everything Audrey had told him. He grew madder and madder at Mike for betraying him with this sleazy whore. *Mike never cared about me. He talked about our relationship with this slut. How could you?!* Micky's heart was breaking all over again. *Make him pay, Micky. Make Mike pay.*

Audrey took Micky's hand and pulled him up. "Stop mumbling to yourself."

"Where are we going?"

"My bedroom."

Micky shook his head. "I don't think this is such a good idea."

She seductively kissed his sweet lips. "I think so."

Leading Micky to her bed, her hands slowly unbuttoned Micky's shirt, kissing and licking his neck. "You are sexier than I imagined."

The pain in Micky's head slowly subsided. A devilish smile crept on his innocent face. "So are you."

They landed on the bed together. His body hovering over hers. His lips brushed against the soft skin on her neck. "I hope you enjoyed your relationship with Mike."

"Mmmmm, what?" she groaned.

His hand traveled up her stomach to her breast, cupping then squeezing it, making her squirm with pleasure. "Mike betrayed me because of you. That will never happen again."

Audrey opened her eyes in panic. "What are you...." her words faded as Micky's hand tightly held her throat.

"It will never happen again."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The loud ring of the phone woke Mike from his sleep. He fumbled for the light switch and answered, "Hello?"

"Mr. Nesmith?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have a girlfriend by the name of Audrey Lake?"

"Who's asking?"

"I'm Detective Carson, Houston police."

Mike rubbed his eyes. "Yes, I have a girlfriend named Audrey, why?"

"I'm sorry sir, but she was found stabbed in her apartment."

Concerned, Mike asked, "How is she?"

"She's dead."

There was a long pause. The phone slipped from Mike's grip.

"Sir, are you there?"

He couldn't believe it, Audrey was dead....

{part 3} 

Water dripped from the rusty facet in the unkempt motel room. Micky's lifeless body laid across the soiled mattress. Next to him, an open bottle of pills supplied by his mystery supplier at the diner and a blood stained knife. A loud knock was heard on the shallow wooden door.

"Mr... Mr.!" a man's voice yelled.

Micky didn't respond.

"Hey, wake the fuck up!" A fat, unshaven man opened the door. "Wake up!"

Micky slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room. "Wha---what?"

"The desk clerk just alerted me you have not paid for your room this week, so either pay up and get out!"

"Where...am...I?"

The man walked over to the bed. "This isn't a drug motel pal. This is a respectable place."

Micky groaned and sat up. "How much?"

"Ten bucks."

"For this shit hole?"

The man stood patiently. Micky fished in his pocket and gave him the money. "Thanks." He waddled back to the door. "And I'll forget I saw that knife on your bed."

Micky stumbled up and shut the door. Turning to the bed he saw the empty bottle and the knife. "Oh shit!" He rushed over and picked it up. There was blood stained from the tip to the handle. He dropped it and began tearing off his clothes. Standing naked, he checked himself in the mirror making sure he hadn't harmed himself. He took a deep breath. "Thank God." He slipped his jeans back on and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"How did I get a knife and whose blood is that?" He let out scream, "Why can't I remember?!"

*You don't want to remember, Mick.*

Micky looked up, staring into Mike's dark, hypnotic eyes. *Surprised to see me?*

Shocked, Micky stood and walked up to a very smug Mike. "How did you know I was in town?"

*Why did you kill Audrey?*

"Who?"

*Audrey. Why did you kill her? Are you that jealous that you'd kill anybody associated with me?*

Micky covered his ears. "I haven't killed anyone!"

*Oh yeah.* Mike approached him and closed Micky's eyes. *Think.*

The darkness off his thoughts brightened as a longhaired blond appeared. Her hair smelled of freshly picked roses, her lips, full and kissable. She whispered Micky's name, smiling at him with her arms extended for an embrace. The strong smell of "Remembrance" caught in Micky's nose. He was led to a dimly lit bedroom, to a huge white bed. She screamed. She screamed again. Micky quickly opened his eyes and stepped away from Mike. "No, I didn't..."

*Yes, you did. You stabbed her again and again with a knife you bought from a drug dealer all because of me.* He folded his arms. *I gotta admit, I'm flattered.*

"NO!"

Mike laughed. *You are so pathetic. I left you because I no longer wanted you and now you've killed an innocent person.* He shook his head. *Why Mick? Why are you doing this?*

Micky angrily looked at Mike, pure rage in his eyes. "I have done everything, everything to prove I was worthy of your love, but you---you were never pleased. You left me, I begged you not to leave, but you walked out on me." Micky picked the knife from the bed and pointed it at Mike. "You will never walk out on me again."

Mike continued to laugh. *You'll never have me, no matter how many people you kill. No matter if you kill me. You will NEVER have me!*

"SHUT UP!"

Mike was gone. Micky looked around calling Mike's name. "I'm sorry, Mike. Please come back. Please!" He ran to the sink, turning the water on full blast, trying to wash away the blood from the knife. "I didn't---I couldn't have killed her!" he cried. "I will prove to you Mike that you want me, that you need me. I'll do whatever it takes." 

{part 4}

The motel room was quiet except for Micky's breathing. A light bulb hanging from the center of the room swayed back and forth causing dark shadows on the walls. Micky crawled on the bed and laid flat on his back. Placing his hands behind his head, he closed his eyes, letting his mind wander to a time when he and Mike were lost in each other's passion.

~~~

It was a very warm afternoon. Everyone seemed to be at the beach that day. Micky, fresh from a swim, sat on the steps of the pad toweling off his hair. Sweat poured from his glistening chest as the sun beat down of him. Lying back on the veranda, Micky placed the towel under his head and closed his eyes. Mike appeared leaning against the doorway staring at Micky. With all of his faults and his constant nagging, this moment was the reason why he stayed with him. Micky stretched and quietly moaned. Beads of sweat formed on Mike's forehead as he continued to watch his lover bathe in the sunlight. The bulge in his jeans indicated how much he desired Micky; the lust in his eyes showed he couldn't wait much longer.

~~~

Micky slowly unzipped his jeans, untucking his shirt. His eyes continued to focus on the light swinging in the center of the room as his hands lowered his pants and underwear from his hips. His cock sprung to life as he took a deep satisfying breath. With precum oozing from the tip, Micky slipped his hand around his member, feeling the heat growing inside his body.

~~~

Mike quietly walked on the veranda sitting next to a peaceful Micky. He leaned down, softly kissing Micky's forehead, cheek, and red lips. Micky stirred, his eyes still closed. Mike's fingertips traced a bead of sweat down his chest to the rim of his swimming trunks. His hardness pressed against the zipper of his jeans as he continued to caress the Micky's chest. Bending over, he circled his tongue over Micky's perky nipples. Untying the string, Mike cleverly lowered the front of his trunks, exposing Micky's semi-erect cock. Micky's breathing became shallow, his chest heaving up and down. Mike softly caressed Micky's swollen cock, feeling it stiffen in his large hand. He lowered his head, his eyes watching Micky's beautiful face. He brushed his lips across the head, tickling it with his warm tongue. Micky deeply moaned as the intense heat of the sun and the heat of Mike's mouth awakened him. Mike's hand began to slowly glide up and down Micky's cock, stroking the shaft slowly and expertly.

Micky arched his back slightly as he continued to thrust his hips upward. His groans grew loud and heavy as Mike moved in for a passionate kiss while still working his lover with his large hand, twisting and stroking.

~~~

Micky's eyes slowly closed as his cock thrusted hard in his hand. He grabbed hold of the dirty sheet below him, as he repeatedly called out Mike's name. His movements were hard and violent as he thought about Mike. He raised his hips and arched his back fucking his hand with desire and anger of his former love.

~~~

Micky quickly removed Mike's white t-shirt, hungrily kissing his lean chest. No, words where exchanged, just deep longing looks between two lovers. Mike slipped out of his jeans and underwear and laid on top of Micky, kissing and sucking his hot neck. Mike's cock pressed against Micky's, moving in a slow rhythm. Micky's hands held onto Mike's waist as Mike moved faster and faster. Micky's heart pounded in his ears, his moans muffed by Mike's chest. His hands snaked under Micky's ass, sliding a finger between the crack, pushing him higher against him. Micky drew in his breath and shut his eyes. His balls began to twitch and tightened. Mike caressed the sensitive skin of his ass hole, causing Micky clinch his teeth. Mike jerked hard, holding Micky as both men reached ecstasy.

~~~

With one more jerk, months of hatred were released from inside of Micky. He closed his eyes and shouted, "I hate you Michael!" Shooting his load on his stomach and thighs. He lay still for several minutes, his eyes darting around the room. The time had come. He had to see Mike---he couldn't wait another minute.