In a gesture most would not understand unless they knew about the knife hidden in his pants, Mike had a hand on his thigh by the time his back was the wall. That, and his skin had grown a bit colder, the only sign that he had been this close to blast away whoever pinned him to the wall. The only times he had ever been in this situation, it had not meant anything good, and even if his life was calmer now, it didn’t mean his instincts had left.

However, and maybe a blessing of luck for the one was pinning him like this, the cry of his name had alerted the brunet it was Vick.

Mike made a weird strangled noise, scratching the ear with less hesitation and looking the twitching tail with a little smile. He even showed fondness at how happy Vick looked. “I’m glad you’re taking it well. I mean, most might feel... I don’t know, weird? But it doesn’t seem to be the case.”

There was a glint of mischief in his eyes, and the edge of a little smirk, having heard the little sound. While he most often would use his little object moving ability to help himself, he did have strength without supernatural help.

“Hey~” Well then, now he stepped closer, leaving barely any space between their bodies. “You often tell me not to ask, right?” And without waiting for much reply, his lips were on Vick’s own, first quite heated, then slowly the kiss turned sweeter on Mike’s side.

Standing crossed arms in front of the men’s bathroom mirror, Mike gazed up and down his own frame. Cream colored false furred ears were perched atop his head, looking like rat ears. He wore a shirt and pants that matched the ears, and to finish it all, a cream rat tail hang from just above the start of his pants. It was attached to a belt hidden under his shirt; though it could not move on its own.

It was the best Mike could do for a costume party, and he might or might not have been inspired by Vick’s uncommon pet. Owning a rat made Mike wonder if his boyfriend liked the animal, but even if he didn’t, the brunet guessed the wink at Lucy would be welcomed.

Mike let pass a lot of things about Vick, in truth. He had known very soon that the man had a tendency for laziness, yet he had fount it endearing. Yes, even before they started dating. It had been parts of his charms, and still was. The brunet had never been bothered by it before, more amused than anything.

Yet, in the back of his mind, he had known one day he would be bothered. It wasn’t that one day he would have enough, oh no. It was that one day, Mike would feel exhausted from his special condition, and it would happen to be a day where Vick had sneaked off to sleep.

Mike had never argued with him about it, never even complained. He even almost got convinced once or twice to sleep with Vick on the job, though his sense of duty prevented him from caving in. The one time he found Vick asleep, he had not even tried to hunt him, only stumbled on him asleep. It was also the day they became boyfriends, so needless to say, it remained a good memory.

Which meant that Vick would not expect that he would manage to get a reaction that was not positive. But Mike was tired, had been hiding it since he started working today, and as he leant against a wall because he suddenly felt like he wanted to lay down and sleep for a whole day. Which... could actually happen, but now was not the time.

He might also feel close to tears of frustration for the number of misbehaving kids, but he wouldn’t admit this easily.

So, it was safe to assume he needed Vick right now. Not only as the other day guard, but his presence. He wanted his boyfriend, to know he actualled looked out for Mike. But one look around, and he realized that he could not find Vick. It was proof of how hard the day had been that he only noticed now that Vick had sneaked off, instead of simply handling things elsewhere.

Mike pulled away from the wall, pulling a kid away from the stage before walking with a polite smile through the customers, getting a last look before he wandered toward the places he knew Vick to hide in. His smile fell, a little grown forming and lips pursing.

It took him two minutes to find Vick. As expected, the man was sleeping. And a bit unexpected, despite the first moments of finding the familiar sight adorable, whispers of annoyance-and disappointment-licked at his mind.

Arms crossed as Mike took a step froward, looming over the sleeping man. Brows furrowed down, sky blue eyes sharp and chilly under the faint light in the room. Mouth formed a thin line, and expression showed nothing but the threat of scolding.

“Vick.” His voice grounded out, low and dark. “Wake up.”

The moment Vick’s arms wrapped around him, Mike curled fully into the man’s side, though as he let his eyes close and sleep claimed him, one arm loosely rested on his boyfriend’s waist, his head falling on his shoulder, forehead lightly resting against Vick’s jaws.

His soft breath could be felt on his boyfriend’s neck, while it suspiciously looked like Mike slept while listening to the man’s heart. A little happy sigh passed his lips, face relaxed in his sleep. Like this, he lost his control of his face, and looked even more like the 22 years old everyone thought him to be.