“Mike… Thanks. For everything.”

Mike looked at his friend and smiled. Robin had had it tough these last few weeks. Jason had felt it was his duty to try to cheer him up, and took his friend out for a raucous evening of booze and partying. A lot of good that did though. Apart from a few choice moments, Robin had spent the whole evening staring into his drink with misty eyes, which was definitely not the pick me up Mike had intended.

“Don’t mention it. You needed a break after all that’s happened.”

Robin began to open the door, then hesitated. “Mike?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you… Would you stay with me tonight? I don’t want to spend tonight alone.”

“Well… My Wife is out tonight. I guess I could stay over.”

“Thanks Mike. That really means a lot to me.”

Robin pushed the door open further, and the two men stepped into Robin’s home. The first thing Mike noticed was the picture that hung by the stair. “Jesus, Robin. You shouldn’t have kept any photographs of him. That’s not good for you.”

Mike walked over to the picture and turned it around. “I know.” Murmured Robin.

“I just didn’t want to forget.”

“Sometimes, it’s better to forget. Trust me. That man was nothing but trouble, and I know that you miss him, but you’re better off without him.”

“Mike…”

“First thing we’re doing tomorrow is burning all those pictures. No buts.”

Robin didn’t argue. He was mentally exhausted, and despite his feeble protests earlier, he knew Mike was right.

Mike sighed. “You need to rest. Let’s get you upstairs, and we can worry about that in the morning, okay?”

Robin nodded wearily, and offered no resistance when Mike took his arm and led him up the stairs.

–

Mike opened the door to the bedroom, and Robin followed closely behind. Mike stepped into the room, and surveyed the area. The room was dank, dusty, and the only pieces of furniture were an old looking wooden chair and a off-white bed. Mike rested a hand on the mattress. “It’s filthy in here. There’s hardly any furniture, and the bed is hard. Did he do this? Did he make you live here, in this horrible room?”

Robin nodded his head, and the tears he was trying desperately to conceal started to roll down his face. “Oh Robin… I had no idea he was treating you like this”

Mike drew his friend into his arms. “You should have told us. Then we could have stopped it sooner.”

Mike gently released Robin, and sat down on the chair. Robin fiddled with his fingers for a while, and then said: “Mike… You don’t have to sleep on the chair.”

Mike was bemused by his friend’s statement. “Where else would I sleep? On the floor?”

“N-No. You can sleep in the bed… with me…”

Robin’s last statement was little more than a whisper. Mike looked shocked. “What?”

Robin shrunk down more “Please don’t be angry with me…”

Mike’s shocked expression faded into a smile “I’m not angry. I’m just surprised. And happy.”

Robin timidly smiled as his friend walked over and drew him into a tender kiss. They drew away from each other and began to undress themselves, as their kisses became more desperate and pbumionate. Robin whispered gently into his partner’s ear: “I want you inside of me. Please.” Robin turned around, and his friend turned lover obliged.

Both of their moans were carried up into the night, as they consummated their long repressed feelings for each other.

–

The next few months were difficult, but ultimately the best of both their life’s. The one difficult part was when Mike, with Robin in tow, broke the news to his wife. The woman had spat and swore at them, but her anger eventually turned to grief, and the couple had left her sobbing into her morning coffee, their feelings mixed between sorrow and relief. During those wonderful months, Robin and Mike felt that they would never be torn apart. But they were not to know the horrible path fate had set for them.

They were not to know that Robins former lover and master would return, more terrible than ever. They were not to know the demonic machinations of the criminal known as MC Banhammer. They were not to know that one of them was going to die.

But that is a story for another time, and another place.

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