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

Rating: R

This fic has four parts

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{part 1}

The whole house was dark and he felt an eerie chill running up his spine as he moved through each room. As he passed the kitchen, he heard the crash of a shattering glass, which caused him to jump.

"What was that?" He whispered fearfully to himself before moving again. A shadow passed over the far wall and he could sense the presence of another body in the room with him. "Who's there? Hello?"

A dull light appeared from behind him and he cold smell a mixture of a burnt match and melting wax. He stood still in his spot, not knowing how to move any more, and closed his eyes as he felt two hands reaching out for him from behind. The hands held him by his shoulders and brought him closer to the body behind him.

"Mick, I've been waiting for you." He spoke in a low voice

Micky sighed a mental sigh of relief once he heard the soothing voice "Oh it's just you, Mike." Micky turned around to face Mike.

Mike was dressed in all black and the glow from the candle lit up his pale face, "Come join me on the couch Micky."

Mike's whole presence made Micky nervous to be around him. He watched as Mike walked slowly over to the couch and sat down. Mike patted the space beside him and looked at Micky with a dark, alluring stare that caused Micky's nerves to grow. He had never seen Mike like this; so dark and almost with an evil air about him. It might have been the candle light, it might have been Micky's imagination, but Mike's eyes even appeared to have a slight red glow to them as he looked at him.

Micky walked over to the couch and sat down next to Mike. Mike placed his arm around Micky, causing him to move closer, and then began to kiss his partner on the neck.

Micky smiled "What's this all about?"

"What do you mean?" Mike asked in between kisses

"Why did you turn all the lights out in the house, and why did you sneak up on me like that?" 

"Isn't it romantic? Just the two of us alone. in the dark." He began to suck Micky's neck along with his kisses.

Micky felt something sharp lightly poke his neck, and he jumped back. "What was that?"

"Sorry I guess I got carried away." Mike looked at Micky's neck, and his eyes widened at the sight of the red mark he had made. A tiny bit of Micky's blood ran from the mark, and Mike licked it up with his tongue "Mmm. I love the way your blood tastes."

"Blood?"

"Oh. I mean I love the way you taste, so sweet." He ran his finger up and down the side of Micky's neck, "So nice and soft. You have very nice skin, Micky."

"Stop that! That tickles." He said with a giggle.

The door opened and someone flipped the light switch, causing blinding light to fill the room. Peter and Davy walked into the room, much to Mike's dismay, "What are you two doing home?" He snapped

"What are you two doing in the dark?" Davy asked with the same attitude.

"Why do you care, Davy? Are you jealous of us being together or something?" Micky smirked.

"Why would I be jealous of you? You two make me sick." He turned to Peter, "Come on Peter, let's leave them alone."

The two of them quickly went into the downstairs bedroom. Mike picked up the candle and blew out the flame. He looked over at Micky with a frown, "Well, there go my plans."

"We could still..." Micky trailed off as he ran his fingers through Mike's hair.

"Not with them in the next room. I don't want to chance one of them walking out here to see me doing what I wanted to do to you."

"They're our roommates. What are you gonna do? They have every right to be here as we do."

"I still can't chance it. What I had planned for you, well, it was personal." He kissed him on the lips "And very, very special. It was nothing that they need to see."

"What were you planning on doing that we don't all ready do?"

"Well I can't tell you. it's something that I just have to... do."

"Something that I'll like?" He smiled.

"Something that you'll love. Something that you've never experienced in your wildest dreams."

"Oh this must be really special. I can see why you don't want them around then. But you can never predict when one of them will show up for whatever reason. If only there was some way to prevent that from happening, so we can be alone."

"Maybe I can come up with something." Mike stood up and held his hand out "Now... we should be going to bed."

"Bed? But it's still early."

"I know, but who says that I want to sleep?"

Micky took Mike's hand and stood up happily. "I like it when you want to skip the date and go straight to the fun afterwards."

"I like that you're always so willing to go along with whatever I want to do." Mike patted Micky on the butt and let him go ahead of him up the stairs to their bedroom.

{part 2} 

Mike backed Micky up to the bed and laid him down gently. He crawled on top of him, hovering above him with a seductive smile. He moved down slowly until he was about to touch Micky's nose with his. Micky smiled and his eyes twinkled as he waited with anticipation for Mike's tender kiss. Mike ran his hand slowly up Micky's thigh, teasing Micky even more. Mike then let out a low throaty chuckle as he looked Micky in the eyes. "Expecting me to kiss you?"

"Michael, why must you tease me like this?"

"It makes it better the longer I make you wait."

"Oh, so it does."

Mike moved his head down a little and rested his lips on Micky's. They both slowly opened their mouths allowing their tongues to move about each other. Mike sat back up and then placed his hands over Micky's chest and began to unbutton his shirt. He ran his fingers through the opening over his bare chest. Micky twitched and giggled to his touch. Mike then unbuttoned the rest and tore open the shirt, exposing Micky's bare chest. He moved down and began to make a trail of kisses down to the top of his pants. He grabbed the fastener of the pants with his teeth and tugged until it came undone.

He looked up at his lover and waggled his eyebrows with a grin. "I get it every time, Mick," he said, pleased with himself

"You're so good at it too. Now, what about the zipper?"

"Get it yourself."

"Oh, so you do everything else for me, but you can't even unzip my pants?"

"Did you think that you were going to get an entirely free ride?"

"Oh, come on!"

Mike smiled and pulled Micky's zipper down with his fingers. He then moved back up and gave Micky a kiss, but they stopped once they heard some noise coming from downstairs.

"Peter and Davy."

"Man, what are they doing down there?"

"Who knows?" Mike looked toward the door, "I'll take care of them."

"No Mike, you don't have to worry about them," Micky pleaded.

"It's ok, Mick. It won't take me very long." He gave Micky a kiss and then sat up. "You're the one who said 'if only there was a way to prevent them from interrupting us.' Now let me take care of them, it'll only take a minute."

"All right, go," he gave Mike a pout

Mike walked over to the door and then looked back at Micky "Now don't you worry your pretty little head. Papa Nez will take care of everything. You'd just better be waiting for me when I return."

He opened the door and walked out, leaving Micky alone in the room. Micky placed his arm behind his head and looked up toward the ceiling. He hated whenever Mike would up and leave right when things just started getting hot between them. Not only that, but he had noticed some strange changes in Mike, but he was too scared to point them out. He had no idea what Mike was capable of, especially with his new personality he seemed to have adopted. Micky shook it out of his thoughts and closed his eyes, trying not to think about it all. Right then all he cared about was waiting for Mike to return so they could finish what they started.

{part 3} 

Micky opened his eyes and sat up.

"Mike?" he looked at his watch and grumbled once he saw how much time had gone by "I can't believe he hasn't come back yet." He stood up and crossed the room over to the door "What could he possibly be doing for so long?"

Micky sighed and then headed downstairs to look for Mike.

Once he got downstairs he saw Mike over by the kitchen sink. The water was running and he held his hands under it, washing them clean. He was softly mumbling something to himself, but Micky couldn't make any of it out. Suddenly Micky's nerves acted up as he slowly approached his lover.

"M-Mike?" He stuttered with a slight crack to his voice

Mike lifted his head, but did not look at Micky. He just turned off the water and picked up and hand towel.

"You weren't supposed to come down here, Micky."

"I... I'm sorry I..."

"You were supposed to be waiting for me upstairs."

"Mike I... what's going on?"

Mike turned to face Micky as he continued to dry his hands. There was a devilish smirk resting upon his lips and a glint in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"You've been acting very strange lately, and now I'm scared that you might have done something to Peter and Davy."

Mike laughed deep in his throat and tossed the towel onto the nearby counter "Don't be silly, Mick. The only thing that I've done was keep them from interrupting us. That is what you wanted, isn't it?" He slowly stepped towards Micky

"Well... yeah... but what did you do to them?"

"I want to show you something, over here." He placed his hands on Micky's shoulders and turned him toward the refrigerator

"Mike just tell me what you did with them."

"Don't worry; Peter and Davy are safe and sound. Just look in the refrigerator."

Micky was confused more than he was frightened now. He decided to go along with Mike, thinking that Mike had lost his mind. He placed his hand on the handled of the refrigerator door and pulled it open. At first he thought that his mind had been playing tricks on him when he saw what was inside. He blinked his eyes and stared straight ahead of him at the new contents of the refrigerator. Sitting on one of the metal racks, right at eye level, were two labeled jars. One jar was labeled "Peter" and the other was labeled "Davy". What was inside the jars was what made Micky want to vomit. He held his breath and any screams of horror that were about to escape and tried to tear his gaze off of the jars. He turned, shaking and pale, toward Mike and caught the evil look in his dark eyes.

"W... what have you done? Those... those aren't real! This has to be some kind of sick joke."

"Micky calm down."

"Calm down?! Tell me where Peter and Dave are, and then I'll calm down."

"Those are Peter and Davy. Well... what's left of them any way. I decided that they were too good of friends, and you said that they have every right to be here as we do. So I kept a part of them so that we would always have them close by. We've always said that our friends have good hearts, now this is real proof."

Micky backed away from Mike, wide-eyed "Y-you're insane!"

"No Micky, I assure you that I'm completely stable." He said as he closed the refrigerator door

"I... I'm calling the cops!"

Micky dashed over to the phone, but Mike beat him to it and grabbed both of his hands.

"No you don't want to do that."

"Let go of me!"

Mike held Micky tighter and tilted his head back with one hand "Just relax Micky. I have you all to myself and I can finally do to you what I've been planning on doing."

Micky shook, trying to fight back tears of fear "What are you going to do to me? Mike please... I don't want to be just a heart in a jar like our friends."

"No, no, no... I wouldn't do that to you. I love you, Micky, and you deserve something so much better than their fate."

"M...Mike you're really scaring me." He said as tears began to fall

"Micky if you don't fight me and cooperate, this will all go quickly. Now just relax my love, I'm going to make sure that we stay together forever."

Mike opened his mouth, exposing two sharp fangs that were still dripping of blood. He let out a hiss as he leaned in closer to Micky's neck. Micky whimpered and closed his eyes, too afraid to do anything else. Mike moved in closer and placed his mouth over Micky's neck. Micky's body fell limp in Mike's arms, and Mike carried him over to the couch. He gently laid his lover's still body on the couch and knelt down beside it.

"There now my love." He said before kissing Micky's hand "You just rest up, and when you awake, you and I will begin our new life together. We are going to be together for eternity and forever in love. Don't worry, you'll get used to your new immortal life in due time, and remember that we'll always have each other. Also no one will have to know what became of our friends. I only did what had to be done."

{part 4}

Mike stroked the top of Micky's hand and watched as his body began to move. Micky turned his head and cracked his eyes open. Mike leaned forward and kissed Micky's forehead. With his other hand, Mike held firmly onto Micky's hand and he watched Micky's eyes open more.

Micky's vision was blurred for a couple seconds and then every thing around him came into focus. He looked over at Mike and saw that he was smiling at him.

"What happened?"

"Just relax and let the transformation take hold."

"What are you talking about?" Micky tried to sit up but dizziness took over him and he lied back down

"You still need your rest. I'll explain everything to you once your strength has returned."

Micky closed his eyes and Mike walked away. He hoped that this was all some bad dream, but just in case it wasn't he was going to pretend that he was asleep for a while so Mike would leave him alone. He didn't even want to know what was going on. Everything around him, Mike especially, was scaring him and he just wanted it all to end. If it was real, then why was it happening?

It was much later when Micky woke up again. The room was dark but there was a soft glow of candlelight throughout it. Micky looked around the room for Mike, but he was no where to be seen.

"Mike?" He called out, but there was no answer

He sat up still looking around, and listened for any indication that Mike was there. Then something caught his attention; he looked down at himself and saw that his clothes were different. He was dressed in all black clothing, much like what Mike had been wearing for a while. That wasn't the only thing about, from what he saw at the moment, he appeared that disturbed him; his skin was now incredibly pale.

Micky shivered as he looked at his paled skin, and then his eyes wildly searched the room once again for traces of Mike. He began to feel panic rush over him as he sat there, but he felt as though he couldn't move from his spot. His bottom lip trembled a little so he pulled it in with his teeth to steady it.

"Ow!"

He reached up and ran a couple fingers over his bottom lip. Pulling his hand away from his mouth he saw a little smear of blood on his fingers. He then ran this tongue across his upper teeth and then quickly retracted it when he felt something sharp. Reaching his hand up, he lightly touched one of his teeth.

"Oh God!" He exclaimed after he gasped

Micky stood up and ran into the bathroom. He looked into the mirror but was stunned when he didn't see a reflection. Suddenly he began to feel dizzy and nauseous and he had to sit down before he could pass out. He closed his eyes and tried to steady his breath. The front door opened and closed, followed by the sound of Mike's footsteps.

"Mick?"

Micky lifted his head and looked towards the closed bathroom door.

"I... I'm in here, Mike."

Mike opened the bathroom door and looked in at Micky "Hey what are you doing in here?"

"Trying to keep myself together."

He knelt down beside him and placed a hand on his back "Is everything ok?"

Micky glared at him "What the hell do you think? I've never been more scared and confused in my life. First of all my boyfriend kills our friends and puts their hearts in jars in the refrigerator, then I'm bitten, and not in the cute, sexy kind of way. I pass out and when I wake up I'm really pale, I have fangs, and I don't have a reflection any more. I'm just hoping that this is all just some nightmare that I'm going to wake up from soon... but I know that it's not." He looked away from Mike wanting to cry "Mike what's going on?"

Mike pulled him into a kiss and looked into his eyes with a smile "Everything has gotten a lot better for us."

"What do you mean 'better'? How could this be better?"

"Because... we're going to be together forever now. We won't ever have to worry about any thing or any one breaking us up. We have a whole new life now."

"What are you talking about? Who or what was going to break us up?"

"Shh... don't worry about that. All that matters now is our new life we're going to have together." He tenderly kissed his neck "A truly lasting one." He kissed him on the neck again

"B-but..."

"But what?'

"I'm still so confused. Why couldn't we just have the same life we all ready had?"

"You wouldn't have lasted long, while I would keep on living. But now with both of us immortal we can stay together forever."

"I guess if it's put that way it sounds good. I do love you and I do want to be with you for a long time..."

"A long time? Or forever? Either way it's too late to turn back now."

Micky sighed and looked down. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. He still wasn't quite sure what was going on. Mike placed a finger beneath Micky's chin, lifting it up so Micky would be looking at him.

"Micky I know this is a lot for you to handle right now. You'll get used to the life of a vampire. Trust me; everything will get much easier for you."

"I guess I'll take your word for it."

Mike gave him a nice, slow, loving kiss "I love you, Micky."

"I love you too." Micky answered softly

Mike stood up and held his hand out for Micky to take. Micky placed his hand in Mike's and stood up slowly.

"Now..." Mike kissed him "If you're up for it, I'd like to take you upstairs." He paused to kiss him again "We never did get to finish what we were doing earlier."

Micky let out a slight grin "That's right we haven't."

"And you should be strong enough now to handle what I want to do to you right now."

"Oh is that so?"

"However, if you're still feeling a little weak, I can carry you upstairs." He said while placing his hands on Micky's hips

"As nice as that sounds, I think I can handle walking upstairs."

"Ok suit yourself." Mike grinned and then licked Micky's neck

Micky smirked "Forget the bedroom; you're making me want to take you right here."

"Ooh that sounds fun."

Mike pulled Micky closer to him and gave him a love-filled kiss.