I Dream Of Death

"Alex shut up and go home damnit!" Mike snapped as Quinton sat beside him.

Alex planted his feet firmly on the ground.
"Lane, he's upset because I was trying to make him gain weight."

"Mike," Lane began but Quinton stop him.
"You guys go home, ill take care of him and ill return him to you when his stubborn ass'll go."

Alex stepped up to Daffy. He was just a bit bigger than him but he had the advantage.
"Dustin, you lay one hand on him while I'm gone and I don't give a fuck what Mike says or does, i will beat the shit out of you." His voice was ominously low. He stepped back took Lane's hand and walked away.

It had been almost a month and Mike had not been within twenty feet of Sarah's place. Today seemed no different but Mike did knock on the door. He was twenty pounds heavier, he had muscle, he looked like Mike, almost. He only weighted 120 still.

Alex ran to the door. Every day he prayed this would happen.
"Mike!"

Mike grinned to his ex-husband.
"Hi Alex."
He was tired but he so happy to see him.

Alex didn't hesitate in scooping him up in his arms, showering his face with kisses. He was looking slightly back to normal.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief, he had been afraid Alex was still grossed out by him.

"I missed you." He murmured, burying his head in Mike's neck.

"I missed you to Alex..." He paused. "Am I still gross?" He closed his eyes, scared of the answer.

"Baby you were never gross." Alex cooed. "It just wasn't healthy for you to be so small."

Mike let out a small upset sound before burying his head into Alex's strong chest.

"I love you darlin." Alex cooed. "If I didn't I wouldn't care if you were healthy or not."

"I know but that was cruel Alex."
He refused to cry, Lane was strong, Mike had to be strong.

"I know." Alex sighed. "But I also know it was for the best. You even said you were going to try and lose more weight. And I couldn't let you do that."

"D-Do you know how much that hurt McCormick!"
Quinton had beat the shit out of Daffy to the point where he was scared to look at Mike.

"Mike baby please. It's over now." Alex sighed.

Mike nodded and calmed himself down. Though he did not move, he stayed with his face in Alex's chest.

"Come sit down." alex cooed, carrying him to the couch.

Mike laid himself down on the couch, he had been yelling at Quinton all night because of what he did to Daffy.

"So... anything happen while I was gone?" Alex asked.

Mike was not saying anything, so he just shook his head.
"Daffy and Quinton just played around and I was forced to do it to."

Alex raised a brow.
"Something you're not mentioning..."

"Nope."
Mike pursed his lips, he did NOT wanna talk about it.