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.