[R] Stay Out of My Life

MICKEY

The thought that he had hurt Mickey so long ago still hurt him, although he felt a certain amount of bitterness toward his friend for giving up on him so easily. It was nothing that he would reveal to the blond. At least not now. He had to convince the man that he really was sorry about everything that had happened, and he was willing to make it up to him. Pursing his warm lips against Mickey's equally warm throat, Vincent blew softly, feeling the wisps of hot air flowing over the other male's skin. His memories jerking about in his mind, the brunette had to struggle against his mind to not begin stripping his lover at that moment. But that would be inappropriate, as much as Vincent wanted it.

Strangely enough, Vincent hadn't felt so desperately about losing Mickey just a year before. Somehow, seeing the male's face had torn open old wounds, before tossing a pound of salt in it. It had stung - so badly, Vincent couldn't remember how he had even reacted positively to the pain that had erupted within him. Of course, he had missed his best friend when he left. But he couldn't just walk out on the gang like that - they would have killed him. Mickey must have pulled some strings to get away with it, but that was nothing that Vincent could do. He had been stuck in that gang.

Rubbing his hands gently across the fabric of Mickey's shirt, Vincent sighed into the crook of the blonds neck. "I'm sorry... I wish you knew, or even understood what it was like to lose you." Another sigh before the kisses continued slowly in a similar trail as before. "You seem to be doing fantastic, though, hmm?" Vincent purred, a teasing tone beginning to creep into his voice. Arching his lower torso against the male, Vincent began to suck gently on the soft skin of his ex-lover. "Do you want me to leave?" He cooed, nipping once before returning to his soft kisses.

MICKEY

The response that he had coaxed out of Mickey was definitely one that Vincent hadn't expected. The sound of his ex-lover made his knees weak and his head spin, but he didn't so much as blink. He felt Mickey's paler hands spread across his chest, grappling at the loose t-shirt slung over his torso. It had always been so easy for Vincent to arouse Mickey - he never knew why, and never asked why. He just rolled with it. It was a satisfaction that Vincent felt he could never feel for someone else. Even when the two had split for those eight years, Vince never found someone to replace the hot-tempered male; nothing close could even compare to Mickey Rickie.

If ever asked, Vincent could never deny the effect Mickey held over himself, although he rarely let the feelings come to the surface. Seeing his ex-lover's face pinken and his mouth open slightly as he exhaled a breath of pleasure made Vincent's insides clench, a darker feeling twisting in the corners of his body. Trying to placate himself with the kisses, Vincent continued to let his dark hands roam, lapping at the sweat that seemed to appear on Mickey's nape. The salty taste only made Vincent more hungry for him.

Feeling a familiar, yet foreign leg wrap around his own, Vincent closed his eyes, allowing his lips to part in a subtle groan of satisfaction. He couldn't hold back much longer - his prey was so innocently open to his advances, why would he ever want to stop? Pulling his lips back, Vincent growled into Mickey's ear, his nose being tickled by the fine hairs. "What was that? I couldn't seem to hear you, Mickey..." He let a bit of tension become released in his tone, the strain apparent as he spoke his ex-lover's name. Just acting like this made Vincent need Mickey so much more. "Speak up." He demanded, then bit harder into the soft flesh of Mickey's neck.

MICKEY

The clatter of Mickey's sunglasses echoed in the back of Vincent's mind as he continued to work over the blonds neck, nibbling and kissing circles around the soft flesh exposed to him. He wanted to stop, to bring his lips back to Mickey's, but something about the vulnerability of the pale skin made Vincent weak at the knees, a feeling he wasn't about to let go. He could feel his own face darken with color as his kisses trailed up to Mickey's ear lobe, his teeth teasing it gently before nibbling. He hadn't noticed the amount of force he had behind holding Mickey against the wall, his entire body parallel to Mickey's, but now that his attention was brought to it, he leaned back a bit, clasping his hands around Mickey's waist to keep him in place. Vincent grinned at the feeling of Mickey's head nuzzled in the crook of his neck. "I'll shut up, but not for long..."

Pulling the man close to him while running the tip of his tongue along Mickey's jawline, Vincent took a step back, his eyes softening at the sight of his ex-lover, so flustered. It warmed his entire body. "Do you remember the one time I got you all hot and bothered in the cinema bathroom?" He whispered quietly, his lips touching Mickey's ever so slightly. He smiled, closing his green eyes as he rocked gently, arms tight around his mate. "You were so angry with me," the darker skinned man chuckled. "You tried to ignore me but you couldn't - I wouldn't let you." The memory was like a photo in his mind, it was so vivid. They had went to the bathroom together, innocently enough. They each went in with full bladders. But Vincent had provoked something else.

MICKEY

The reaction that Vincent could elicit out of Mickey only excited him more. Feeling the thin man press his body against his own, Vince felt his head swim, his eyes closing and his right hand reaching out to touch the counter top. He couldn't do this standing up anymore. There were too many feelings overwhelming him. Gripping the counter top a little more roughly, Vincent opened his green eyes and smiled at his little prisoner. "You know it," He whispered before ducking down and kissing Mickey on the lips once more. It was a brief exchange of affection, one that he hoped would leave Mickey begging for more, but he really couldn't push it yet. He was honestly surprised that Mickey had even allowed him to touch him, let alone kiss him and nuzzle his skin.

Pressing his left hand against the small of the blond's back, Vincent smirked. "Ready for another fun time?" He murmured the words softly, tickling the shell of his ex-lover's ear. Gently, he turned Mickey so his back was no longer against the wall. Gluing his lips to Mickey's so the man wouldn't complain, Vincent pressed his palm against the man's back harder, encouraging him to arch his back. When he did so, Vincent eased him onto the floor, kneeling immediately to keep their kiss intact. His tongue gently touched the edge of his lips, seeking entrance but in no way wishing to intrude unwanted. After all, everything Vincent craved was for his old best friend to want him like he used to.

Finally easing the rest of Mickey's weight onto the ground, Vincent straddled him, using his legs to push Mickey's closer together so it was an easier task. Once he had the male pinned again - no escape possible, of course - Vincent broke the kiss, his face warm and lips parted as he gasped for breath. He hadn't kissed someone like that in such a long time. In fact... Vince could swear that his last was Mickey himself. The thought caused a warming sensation in the pit of the dark-haired man's stomach, causing a light smile to touch his thin lips. "Do you want to do this, Mickey?" He said, his voice soft. Everything in his body screamed at him to take it, with or without Mickey's consent, but his brain disagreed. He didn't want to destroy the weak ties he still had with his old best friend, and raping him would definitely do so.

MICKEY

Feeling Mickey's tongue lightly brush his own only multiplied his need for his ex-lover by twenty, his face warming up at the sensation that the blonds tongue sent through him. He could feel his heart swell at the way Mickey was allowing him to lead, just like the old days. Vincent had almost always been the one to initiate sex years ago, and it seemed to have not changed since then; it didn't matter how much the two individuals had changed, what matter was what they made when they were together. Vincent was convinced that he and Mickey could make just as beautiful things now as they once did.

Vincent, as stoic as he could be, couldn't stop the gasp that burst past his lips when Mickey's hand grabbed a fistful of his shirt, jerking him roughly into a passionate kiss. He groaned, feeling Mickey's fistful of shirt tighten as he leaned further, his back finally meeting the floor of the arcade completely. Vincent shifted his legs so that he had his lover's waist pinned between his knees, his hands splaying on either side of the blond head. Everything within him screamed for him to take Mickey, take everything the man had to give, but he felt weak. Mickey...

Breaking the kiss for a moment, Vincent lifted a hand to place along Mickey's jawline, brushing it gently as he leaned in. With his lips adjacent to the blonds ear, he let out a lustful sigh before speaking quietly. "I need you now, Mickey. Will you let me take everything like I used to?..." His voice husky, Vincent tilted the man's face towards his own after pulling his lips away from his ear. "Will you let me, babe?" He arched his back, staring hard into his ex-lover's eyes.

OOC: sorry, rushed post.