"Mike Chilton. Nice to see you again."
"Ha. Wish I could say the same to you, Duke." Mike says as he stops walking and stands a few feet below the Duke's throne.
"Oh Mike… Mikey, don't be like that."
Mike doesn't have time for this. He is supposed to be with the Burners, not entertaining the Duke.
"Don't call me that and act like were friends Duke. Now tell me what you want so I can leave."
"Ha, ha-ha. Oh, okay Mike. But you know I do love that attitude of yours." He points down at Mike with a grin.
"So what? I don't care. What I do care about is why would you call me down here? I have things to do. So, if I'm only here because you wanted to mess around with me, I'm leaving."
"Oh stop right there, Chilton! I'm not done talking to you." Now standing beside Mike the Duke wraps an arm around Mike's shoulders, pulling him close to his chest.
"I wanted to talk about that beautiful Mutt of yours." The Duke's voice is low and mischievous. Mike tries to pull away but the Duke's grip tightens.
"Oh no, not this again, Duke. We've been over this! I'm not giving Mutt to you! She's mine, so lay off." Again he tries leaving the Duke's grasp, only this time he succeeds. "See ya." Mike says, not even looking back.
"Oh yes, I know, Mike. I was just seeing if you would budge if I brought it up once more. But to no avail. You continue to say 'no'. Sad really."
Mike stops and turns around when he hears the Duke's words. "I am never giving her to you. Never. You know that." Mike's stare tells no lies.
What a wonderful look, the Duke thinks. Acting as if he isn't trying his hardest to get Mutt, the Duke moves on.
"Yes, I know. So let's talk about something else I want then."
"What? Hold on Duke! You were just trying to convince me to give up my car for like forever. Now you want to move on like she's nothing and bother me for something else?" Unbelievable. The Duke is simply a total jerk. "No way! I'm not dealing with you anymore. I'm sorry." Mike once again turns to leave, but the Duke's words stop him again. Forcing him to turn his head and stare at the Duke in disbelief. Did he really just say what he thinks he said?
"I want you, Mike."
"What?"
At Mike's silly response the Duke's laughter fills the space around them. "Oh, you know you heard me. I want you Mike."
Confusion and anger fills Mike. "No way! I will not work for you Duke! I am a Burner and only a Burner!"
The laughter stops, the Duke's face is no longer amused.
"No-no, you got it wrong, Mike. I don't want you to work for me. I want you as in your body. Oh, but the idea of having you work for me is something that thrills me to the core." The childish excitement is back in the Duke's voice.
A slight blush creeps its way over Mike's cheeks, but it doesn't last. "That's even worse! Why in any hell would I want to give myself to you?! That's disgusting, Duke. I'm sorry but I really have to go."
"Go where? Back to your friends? The Burners? Your little boyfriend, Chuck?"
Mike freezes at the last comment. "He's not my boyfriend! Chuck is only a friend, my best friend, actually."
"And that's why you feel even worse about liking him so much, right?" Excitement burns within the Duke. How he loves it when he's right and when he can use it to manipulate people; even the strongest.
Mike doesn't know what to say. Like Chuck? The idea makes his chest hurt a little and his stomach swirl because he knows it's true. What The Duke said was true too.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue, Mike? Or are you considering the offer after all?"
Mike comes back to as he hears the Duke's teasing. "Huh? No way. Why would I even consider such a thing?"
"Oh? Ah, well. I guess you're right, Mikey. Why would you ever accept an invitation to have a great time with me, the one and only Duke of Detroit?" Sarcasm is strong in his voice. "But whatever. You said no. There's nothing I can do to change your mind, so I'll have to ask someone else." The Duke pulls a face in mock pity and understanding before his mouth contorts into a grin; the excitement still running on high inside him, happy to finally be able to break Mike down.
"I'll just go and ask your best friend Chuck out. You wouldn't mind right? Since he's only your best friend." The Duke can't ask for a better reaction from Mike; the shock, horror, and disbelief written all over his face, it's wonderful.
"He would never say yes!" Mike claims heatedly. "And because he's my best friend I would have the biggest problem with it! Let him be used by you? No way! I would never allow that!"
"Ha-ha! Oh, but the final decision is ultimately up to dear little Chuck, right?"
Even as Mike's anger flows the Duke is still having the most fun. "Chuck does have his own charm to him. Cute, even. How he's always so scared, that's adorable. And how he tries his best even when that fear is high… it's absolutely a turn on to think how he would be in the sheets." Duke's smile widens.
"But it's not as thrilling to see what you would be like in bed. Would you fight? Play hard to get? Or will you be lost in lust? Moaning and begging for pleasure." The Duke's voice is overwhelming when he gets excited.
Mike looks around and sees the guards standing around like what he's saying is normal. Can it be that this brand of the Duke's crazy is a common occurrence?
"Okay Duke, that's enough! Shut up!" Mike has to keep it together but the Duke is doing well to push all his buttons, making it hard for Mike to keep his cool. He's glad the other Burners are not here to hear all this.
"Mhhhh?"
It goes surprisingly quiet between the two in the large throne room, the air thick. But for two different reasons. Mike's mind is heavy with suspicion, anger, embarrassment and confusion; while the Duke's side is filled with excitement, in both curiosity and sexual arousal.
Both of them make no move to break the silence.
But people can only last and not break for so long. Even Mike Chilton.
"Okay."
The silence is broken with Mike's voice, strong but unsure.
"Okay, what? Huh? You really need to be clearer, Mikey."
Ignoring the annoyance the nickname brings him Mike sighs and speaks.
"Okay, I will 'have a great time with you' as you put it, Duke." Mike's gaze goes down to the floor while the Duke's eye brows shoot up.
"ALLLLLRIGHT! This is what I'm talking about!" the Duke's arms spring up as he jumps from his tall throne and steps down to the same floor Mike stares at so intensely.
"Let's go." The Duke's order is given as he walks passed Mike down the red carpet.
Mike follows, being lead to one of the many rooms in the Duke's large house.
OKay so here I'm re-posting this edited. Not by me. But by Bramblerose4. They are really great and helped a lot with this. So maybe you should check out the stories on their account here. They have Motorcity fics. Which are really well done.