Title: All Alone in the Dark

Author: Wolf

Rating: R

Warning: Sexual situations… and things like that. Oh… and really bad writing if that's a legit warning.

Pairing: Eric/Mike (my ONLY pairing)

Genre: Romance/Lust and of course ever so slightly AU (Also a oneshot… I suppose it would be called)

Summery: Power Outages plunge Eric and Mike into darkness whilst trying to write.

Disclaimer: Obviously own nothing… and am making no money… if I was I wouldn't be posting for free.

Note: The idea spawns from Michael Palin's diaries noting how he once, indeed, was plunged into darkness when he and Eric were writing together and they had to finish by candlelight. I didn't find that slashy back when I read it but do now lol.

This is slightly AU… as in… Neither have girlfriends or wives or kids or anything.

This is also out of my comfort zone. It's well known I don't write pairing, lust, romance, and defiantly not slash. And I've never written in Python-verse. But I guess it's ok.

Finally… I'm an American and therefore will be using American terminology for the most part. I know some British terms but prefer American since that's how I speak…(Such as pants in English is underwear… you know… boxers and the like…. In American pants just mean trousers… jeans… whatever. I think that's the only main thing though…. Since I DO use torch instead of flashlight.)

"Shit," Michael sighed in aggravation, "Damned power cuts," He placed his pen down and looked up in the direction Eric had last been. They had been trying to write together at Eric's place and it was a slow process… which was going to become slower if they couldn't see the paper, "Hey mate, where are your candles?" He stood up and stretched before stepping around the table to hunt for some candles or a torch or something. It was pitch black in the house and Mike mentally kicked himself for not having a candle or light with him at all times. With these power cuts there was no telling when he'd need it.

He frowned as he noticed Eric hadn't answered him… or made any noise for that matter, "Eric?"

Eric, meanwhile, sat silently, running his fingers nervously through his long mane of hair. He had three options… firstly he could just go get a candle and they could finish writing, or they could call off writing all that day and Mike could head home… or thirdly….

No... No, that was out. That simply was not an option. Just completely ridicules… Or was it? Option three might seem far-fetched… but the darkness fed Eric's confidence to try it. Either it would turn out good, bad, or indifferent. Bad could spell the end of Python… or at the least their friendship… but on the other hand good could be his wildest, deepest desires being fulfilled.

Mike called Eric's name again and the questioning tone broke Eric out of his nervous thoughts. In a second he decided on his course of action. He grinned into the darkness and silently moved to where Mike's voice was coming from.

Michael's frown strengthened as he strained his eyes to see Eric. His eyes had still not adjusted to the darkness so he was still blind. Why wasn't Eric answering? Was the man afraid of the dark? Mike grinned a little to himself, finding the thought amusing, but his smile faded as he felt someone in front of him. Probably Eric just moving to go get candles… but why was he still not saying anyth-

Mike's thoughts were cut off as he felt hot lips on his. His mind shut down and he could do nothing to prevent Eric's tongue sliding into his mouth.

The sensation was breathtaking… but yet…

Mike found control of his body and pushed Eric back. He couldn't see it, but he could hear the slight stumble as Eric was pushed back a couple feet. "What the bloody hell was that Eric!?"

He glared into the darkness but heard no answer. He thought he saw the dark silhouette of Eric move, but that could be his mind playing tricks on him. His mind was going a million miles a minute after all. He and Eric were mates… nothing more then that. They were friends and not terribly close one's either.

But yet another part of him reminded him that he had always found himself a little attracted to Eric. Not an intense burning desire… just idle admiring. He assumed it was simply because Eric was indeed good looking and was funny and fun to hang out with. But now Mike questioned if that was all… didn't he often feel a little more fidgety around Eric? Didn't he often find himself looking at Eric, wondering what it would be like? Even if he never even would admit it to himself.

With that kiss lingering on his lips his mind was searching for an answer. Should he be pissed off or want more? His mind said to stay angry… his heart said he wanted more.

For now he decided to follow his head, "Eric, speak up and stop playing this game! Where the hell are you and why did you do that? Is this some sick prank or bet?"

His body instantly tensed as he felt arms slither around his chest from behind. Gingerly Eric's fingers ran down the thin fabric of Mike's shirt, untucking it once he reached the bottom. Mike could feel his own heart to beat faster in his chest… and against his back he could feel Eric's own heart rate increase as well.

Eric couldn't believe he was doing this. Nor could he believe Mike was still standing there. Mike was the notorious nice one… but Eric had half expected him to at least have stormed out of the house by now… unless there was something else. A truth behind the halfhearted protests. He grinned, his face inches from Mike's. Eric was nervous but at this point another side of him took over. An animalistic, lust dominated side. He couldn't stop… and didn't want to. He would if Mike told him… but as of yet there was only the question of why.

Mike felt Eric's breath against his cheek. He tensed, wondering to himself why he wasn't elbowing Eric or at least pulling away from his grasp. But Eric's hand slipped under the shirt and he felt the blonde's calloused fingers run tenderly down his bare stomach, teasing the waistline of his pants. Pants which felt much tighter then they had when he put them on.

Mike's mouth went dry as his stomach knotted up, Eric's fingers slipping only inches under the waistline in a sort of devilish teasing. It just didn't make sense. He was straight… or at least he thought he was. Yet Eric's touch was like fire… more then any woman's ever had. And he knew very well it was Eric touching him. Some strange part of him didn't want a woman to touch him like this… he just wanted Eric to.

He tried once more to speak his protest… which was more of a question anyway, his legs were to weak to move even if he wanted to and his voice was shaking, barely above a whisper, "Eric… w-what are you doing?"

Eric replied by withdrawing his hand from under Mike's shirt. With satisfaction he could here the dark haired man whimper lightly and obviously subconsciously with desire. That only fed Eric's lust even more. Mike wanted it… that was very clear by now.

Mike strained to keep his breathing even as he felt Eric tenderly kiss his neck, sending shivers down his spine. His stomach knotted up tighter… his mind was loosing. His heart was winning the battle over what to do. He wanted Eric so badly. He could figure out why later. His breathing sped up as Eric unbuttoned his shirt, kissing skin as it was exposed.

Before he knew it his shirt was discarded somewhere in the room. Though his eyes could see dark silhouettes in the blanket of darkness he didn't bother trying. His eyes were closed anyway, head just lightly leaning back on Eric. His breathing was fast with anticipation, nervousness and slight confusion. He didn't understand… not really… he and Eric were mates. People didn't screw their own friends. Especially not the same gender.

His mind tried one last attempt at a halfhearted protest by shoving lightly at Eric in attempts to push him back. Of course this only pressed him further into Eric's grasp and he hardly even minded. Eric simply responded by bringing one hand up to turn Mike's head into another kiss, and then maneuvering both hands back down to the now very tight pants, unbuttoning them carefully.

Mike couldn't believe what was happening. And he gave up hope trying to understand it. He was slightly surprised to realize that his body started to act on it's own accord. After only a moment he kissed back deeply, and moaned quietly into his lover's mouth.

When did I start thinking of Eric as a lover and not a friend?

Oh Fuck it all… it didn't matter anymore. He wanted Eric. He never did before… but now he wanted Eric more then anything else. Hell... if Eric was this good of a kisser… imagine how more would be. Eric finally freed Mike of the prison of his pants and broke the kiss only long enough to push them away. The only thing on Mike now being his boxers.

Michael's hand fished behind him for a moment before the settled in Eric's long, soft hair. He moaned deeply in his throat as Eric ran a long finger up his thigh, but stopped just short.

Mike broke the kiss, moving his lips to Eric's neck, his voice now a harsh whisper filled with need, "Please Eric."

Eric grinned, by now his eyes had adjusted to the darkness just enough to barely see Mike's face. What little details he could see showed him that Mike had abandoned all protest and all questions. Eric kissed his lover deeply, running his hand once more up Mike's thigh, electing another soft moan. Before breaking the kiss again and whispering into Mike's ear, "Tell me you want this, Mike."

He felt Mike nod, swallowing deeply, "Yes... oh God Eric I want this... I want you."

Eric smiled, content with the answer, and kissed Mike again as he wrapped his hand around Mike's pleading erection, causing Mike to arch his back with a sharp breath of air before he moaned deeply into the kiss. This was going to be a long night. Perhaps the power cuts weren't all that bad after all.