Title: Shane and Michael Drabbles

Author: WalkingThrough Dreams

Rating: T

Warnings: Slash, boy/boy, yaoi, whatever you want to call it. Don't like, don't read! Mild nudity. Mild violence.

Disclaimer: Rachel Caine owns everything associated with the Morganville Vampires Series.

A/N: There aren't enough Michael and Shane stories out there and I love them. They are a little ooc but RC is a genius writer and I couldn't compare.

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1. Complications

Michael grasped the cold hand of his secret lover, staring longingly and the pale face. Unchecked tears rolled down his face. He didn't care; he didn't care anymore. At some point during their affair Michael had fallen in love. That had cost him dearly. If only Shane had a better check on his temper. He wouldn't have lashed out at the taunting Jason; he wouldn't have been put into a coma.

"Please," he whispered. "Please wake up. Please. Please. Shane I need you."

Warm comforting arms wrapped around him and gently pride his hand loose. "Visiting hours are over, Michael." Eve whispered into his shoulder. "You can come back tomorrow. "

And like every other day, Michael pressed a kiss to Shane's cold cheek. "I love you," he whispered.

2. Constrict

Shane couldn't see and for once he was absolutely terrified. The hand on his throat pressed tighter and a choked sound escaped his mouth. "Now, we're going to try this one more time and I want a true answer. Why do you think it's okay to disobey me? I'm your father and you do what I tell you, even if it means killing your bloodsucking friend. So why didn't you?"

Shane remained silent. The answer would only be used against him and telling his father would mean the end to Michael and himself. When he didn't answer, his father dropped him to the ground and he received a swift kick in the stomach. "I hate you," he hissed between gritted teeth.

His father laughed cruelly. "Good." Then he left.

Shane didn't know how long it had been since his father left but he was freezing; his whole body ached from the beating he had received; his face wet with tears; half conscious, when he heard voices. A terrified whimper left his throat when he recognized his fathers raised voice. No more. Please no more.

The voices started coming closer and then the door to the room burst open.

Shane trembled.

There was a quite gasp and rapid footsteps. A hand pressed against his neck and he flinched. "No more," he murmured. "Please no more."

"Shane, honey, it's me, Eve. I have to get you out of here."

"Please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. No more. No more."

Heavier footsteps echoed through the room and then he lifted from the ground. He struggled weakly against the constricting arms. "I'm sorry, no more…" he repeated.

"Shhh…" a voice whispered. "I've got you, Shane. Frank's not here anymore, he can't hurt you." Shane gradually relaxed as the soothing voice whispered in his ear. He found himself being slid into a car, the arms never letting go.

"Love you, Michael," he whispered. Then he was unconscious.

3. Collapse

Shane had been quiet today, quieter than he usually was. As Michael observed this, he noticed a slight shaking in his friend's hands. "What's wrong?" he asked capturing one of those hands, which he noticed was cold. "Are you sick?"

Shane's eyes widened and he ripped his hand away and shot to his feet. "I'm fine," he whispered, before turning and almost running to the stairs

Michael called after him but when Shane didn't stop, Michael took off after him. The brunette almost made it to his room, when Michael grabbed his arm, spun him around, and pressed him against the wall. Shane pushed against Michael, but it was no use. Michael was stronger. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Let go," Shane whispered. Michael couldn't find out. Michael wouldn't find out.

"Tell me," Michael repeated.

Too close. He was too close. The intense blue eyes were boring into him. The cool breath was blown across his lips. The cold hands were on either side of his head. Shane closed his eyes. "Move," he said.

Michael stayed where he was. "Is it a girl? Your father? Nightmare? " he pressed on.

"Leave it."

"Are you sick? Friend die? Is it…is it me?"

This time Shane stayed silent and Michael's eyes widened in realization. "It is me, isn't it? If this is about me being a vampire…"

"It has nothing to do with that!" Shane snapped.

"Did I do something? If I did I'm sorry. I'll-"

"You didn't do anything!" Shane snapped. Michael stopped talking with a puzzled look on his face.

"Then what…"

"It's just you," Shane said coldly.

A look of extreme hurt crossed Michael's face as he stumbled back "But-"

"Just leave me alone Michael." Shane snapped. And as he turned into his room and slammed the door shut, his heart felt like it had collapsed.

4. Exhibit

Shane stared at Michael with wide eyes. He couldn't make him…could he? "But…"

Michael slipped his arms around his boyfriend's waist. "Please?" he breathed. A shudder tore through Shane's body. "I just want to look at you. And I won't touch."

Shane swallowed shakily. He could never resist those smoldering blue eyes. He took a step away from the blonde and slowly removed his shirt, trying to ignore the blush that he knew was covering his face and the gaze he could feel boring into his body. He then unbuttoned his jeans and shimmied out of them, pulling his boxers down with them. He stood in all his glory, not having any idea what to do with himself.

Michael slowly circled him, not once removing his eyes. When he faced Shane again, he stared into his eyes and uttered one word that Shane would treasure for the rest of his life. "Beautiful…"

5. Unsanitary

Michael stared at a pouting Shane with laughing blue eyes. Eve couldn't control the urge to laugh though and was on the floor with tears running down her face. "W-what happened to you?" she gasped out.

Shane narrowed his eyes. "Not all of us can have a steady job, you know!" he snapped.

"B-but the sewage plant? That's disgusting!"

Shane curled his hands into fists and Michael decided that Eve went a little too far. "Don't worry, babe. We don't love you any less." He made a move to hug the brunette, but stopped himself just in time. Instead he placed his hands lightly on Shane's shoulders and steered him towards the stairs. "But you do stink and need a shower."

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