Round Robin “Stranded” Part 10 By Chantal
	Mike looked up at million stars in the night sky.  Over and over in his mind he tried to find a way, a solution to he and Micky's problem.  What problem, he said aloud.  There was nothing wrong between the two of them, besides his jealousy and possessiveness.  Okay, Mike, that has to change.  How-- how would he make Micky believe he so very much cared for him?  His sole intention was to make him not just sexually satisfied, but happy.  "I gotta talk to him,” he whispered.  He stood and walked over to a soundly sleeping Micky.  He lightly touched Micky on the shoulder.  He stirred in his sleep, making Mike raise his eyebrow.  Damn he was beautiful, he thought. Micky slowly opened his eyes.  "Mike?" "Yeah." Micky sat up and rubbed his eyes.  "What do you want?" "I need to talk to you." "About?" Mike sat down next to him and took his hands.  "I want you to be with me *only*.  You understand?" Micky nodded his head.  "Fine Mike." he laid back down. Mike lifted him back up.  "This is serious.  I nearly lost you in the crash --- I won't lose you to another person." Micky chuckled.  "This isn't about Davy is it?" "You damn right it's about Davy, and any other man who comes along!" "When did I become your fucking property?!" "When I fucked you!" Micky stood up laughing.  "You will never learn will you?  I am no ones property, no even yours Mike!" Mike grabbed Micky's arms and pulled close.  He planted a hard, rough kiss upon Micky's sweet, red lips and pushed him down to the ground.  "Yes, you are mine, every last piece of you!" Micky stood up.  "I don't need this shit!  We are fighting over who belongs to who.  Come on man, is this how things are going to be?  Are we content on living here?  I'm not!" "You're changing the subject Micky." "No, I'm not!  I'm not thinking about you anymore.  I'm thinking about surviving this goddamn hellish place.  Fine, you have my dick, and you have my ass, so?  Who says this will be like this when we get rescued, or find a way out of here?" Mike was taken aback.  "What are you saying Micky?" "This little, whatever we had will end as soon as we get out of here.  Enjoy me while you can, because the shit will cease as soon as we leave." "What's happening?”  Davy asked with Peter close behind. "Asked old lord and master Mike.”  Micky sighed. "It's none of your business." "Where Micky is concerned it is my business." Peter pulled Davy aside.  "Excuse me?" Davy turned a bright red.  He lowered his head, trying to come up with a quick answer.  "Micky is my friend.  Just concerned that's all." Jealously rose inside of Peter and he back handed Davy to the ground.  "Don't lie to me!" Davy held the side of his face and stood up.  "What's your problem?!" Peter's eyes darted from Micky, Mike back to Davy.  His head began to spin. "Are you all right?”  Davy touched Peter's arm. Peter slung his arm away.  "Don't touch me!" he ran off. Micky shook his head.  "We've all lost our fucking minds here, and Mike is standing here pleading his undying love for me.”  Micky ran after Peter. Davy and Mike stood there alone, staring at each other in pure anger.  "I hate you!”  Mike balled up his fist.  "You are the reason why Micky is acting so damn unreasonable!" "Maybe because I gave him something even the great Mike Nesmith couldn't do.”  Davy devilishly smiled.  "I made him cum for real." Mike viciously attacked Davy, letting out pent up frustration inside.  Davy tried to defend himself, swinging wildly hitting Mike in the face and stomach.  Micky came running, screaming, "Stop it!  Stop it!" he pulled Mike off of him.  "We got trouble!" Mike slumped over catching his breath.  "What?!" "Peter's missing."
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