Title: Rosegarden Funeral of Sores (Sequel to "From Safety to Where")

Rating: ranges from PG13 to NC17

Pairing: Mick/Josef, Mick/Beth (it's Slashfic so don't worry the Mick/Beth stuff is limited)

Warnings: May contain some drug use, Will contain sexual references and explicit descriptions of M/M pairing

Disclaimer: The Characters plus The show, Moonlight, and all it's concepts are the sole property of CBS and the Producers/Writers of said show and characters. This Fan Fiction is intended for entertainment purposes only and I am not profiting from this in any way shape or form.

Summary: After 50 contented years together Josef and Mick's relationship is about to be put to the test when a comatose Beth Turner finally wakes up.

Author's Note: I am currently reworking this piece to improve the quality of the writing. So far the prologue and first five chapters have been completed. The rest of the story is in its original form.

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Mick's cock was buried to the hilt down Josef's throat just as the phone rang.

"Shit." Mick spoke a heated exclamation, hips undulating in time to Josef's attention.

"Don't answer it." Josef mumbled, his mouth still wrapped around Mick's shaft.

"Hey, didn't anyone tell you it's rude to talk with your mouth full?" Mick teased.

Josef looked up at Mick and grinned "Are you telling me to stop?"

Mick grabbed Josef's head in response and pushed Josef's mouth back down onto his straining erection.

The still insistent ringing of the phone finally managed to penetrate, and ruin the mood completely.

"Shit." Mick repeated the word, teeth clenched in annoyance. "Josef, I'd better answer that; it might be important"

Josef removed Mick's softening penis from his mouth, rolled over onto his back and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling.

"Now what could possible be more important than getting sucked off by the man you love?"

"Nuclear war" Mick ventured jokingly.

"And barring that?" Josef parried back, looking at Mick with a cheeky glint in his eyes.

Mick picked up the phone and hit Josef with a pillow at the same time.

"Hello, this better be good; you have no idea what you've just interrupted." Mick looked at Josef and winked.

"Mr St John." The voice on the other end of the line was well spoken American. "It's the Medical Administrator of the Southgate Nursing Home; we have instructions here to call you in the event of-"

The caller didn't need to complete what they were about to say. Mick sat there for a few moments in stunned silence before uttering a single word

"Beth"

"Barring nuclear war and that." Josef thought darkly, as he rolled his eyes and sighed.