"Have you see my other nut?"

In a cold sweat Mike sat up, staring out into darkness. Still laying snugly on his lap was a soundly sleeping Micky. For the first time in his life, he felt defeated. They all relied on his strength, his wisdom to get them through any problems. This was way beyond his control. What more did these freaks want from them? Did they actually kill Peter and Davy? What was going on?! The cast iron door slowly creaked open forcing Mike to shade his eyes from the bright sunlight.

"Morning. I'm glad you're awake. Very good."

"And who are you?" Mike growled.

"Never mind that. Come, let's be off."

"To?"

The muscle bound man wearing a long white coat walked over to Mike, helping him to his feet. "The time is not for questions." He unlocked the heavy chain binding Mike's ankle to Micky's.

"I'm tired of these games. Do what you're gonna do or let us go."

"Michael, that is your name, correct?"

Mike carefully laid Micky on the pile of hay next to him. "Yes, that's my name."

"Eric has sent for you."

"He knows where I am. Tell him to come here."

The man folded his arms, laughing. "I heard you were a tough one." He grabbed Mike's arm. "I believe you should cooperate with us. I'm sure you don't want to end up like your friend there."

Mike grabbed the man's collar, squeezing it tightly. "Don't you touch a fucking hair on his head. You hear me?!" The man pushed him off.

"Protective. How sweet." He pushed Mike out the door.

"I can't leave Micky alone."

He shoved Mike up the narrow stair case. "I'd be more concerned with my own well being."

Micky stirred in his sleep, wincing at the dull pain between his legs. He carefully sat up and leaned against the cold wall. "Mmmm....Mike?" He felt next to him for his friend. "Mike, Mike---oh God, they've got him." He slowly stood up, groaning at a sudden sharp pain. Sliding down the stone wall he yelled as loud as could, "Where did you take Mike?! Somebody answer me! Where is Mike?!"

"Sit." The man pulled out a chair and forced Mike down. Mike slumped in the chair and folded his arms.

"I guess it's my turn to have something sacrificed from my body?"

"No, Michael. We don't plan on doing that," Eric bellowed from the doorway. He walked over to Mike and softly touched his face. "Such a man. Such a strong man. Too bad of your circumstance."

"So, what little sex game do you have in store for me?"

Eric quietly chuckled. "Sex? No, I have something much more delicious for you my friend." Eric smoothed down his robe and sat across from Mike. He looked to the guards nodding his head. They all departed.

The room grew quiet. Mike's eyes stared directly into his capture's eyes. Several minutes passed. Neither Eric or Mike made a move. *A mind game. Very original.* Mike thought. He was the master of this. *Just focus. Don't let him get the best of you.* Eric crossed his legs and folded his hands.

"I guess you haven't had enough, eh?"

Mike faked a yawn. "Have we started?"

Eric scoffed. "What do you think?"

"I think this is bullshit and I'm tired."

"Tired, eh? Tired of what? Tired of being here? Tired of being tortured? Tired of not knowing what's happening to you and your friends? What are you tired of, Michael?"

"I'm---I'm just tired, that's all."

Eric tilted his head to the side. Mike lowered his head rubbing his eyes. "Mike, is there something wrong?"

"I'm tired of this!" He stood up. "I'm tired of being a lifeline for everyone. I'm tired of not being in control! I'm---tired...." He stumbled, falling against the wall. "I'm tired of me!" Gasping for breath, Mike shouted, "I'm tired of being Michael Nesmith!" 'Mike, help!' Micky echoed in his head. 'Mike, you gotta help us!' "NO!"

Eric touched Mike's shoulder. "You can't stop it Mike. No matter how you try. Micky chose you over the others. You have to deal with the consequences of having your friends murdered."

"God, NO!" Mike cried.

"What are you going to do about it? How are you going to change what's been done?"

Mike lifted his blood red eyes, holding onto Eric for dear life. "Whatever you want me to do."

"Mike's in trouble." Micky whispered somberly. He closed his white robe tightly, bringing his knees to his chin. With tears falling from his brown eyes, he sobbed, "And there's nothing I can do to help him."

"Are you ready?" Eric asked while lightly kissing Mike's sweaty neck.

"Yes." Mike replied stoically.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what you have to do to prove yourself worthy?"

"Yes."

Eric brought his lips to Mike's. His hands embedded in the thickness of Mike's thick, raven hair. "You're mine. You're ours." Eric whispered. Mike kissed him deeply wrapping his strong arms around Eric's waist. His moist tongue dancing with Eric's. "Mmmm....Michael, you are worthy." With a smirk on his grungy face, Mike pushed Eric onto a chair, slipping the white robe from his shoulders. Eric closed his eyes and sighed, feeling his hardness being released from its sanctuary. Mike hovered over him, his mouth kissing the softness of his neck and his bare chest.

"You think I'm worthy, Eric?"

"You are a God!" Eric groaned. Falling to his knees, Mike slowly, carefully stroked Eric's throbbing cock, tasting the precum from it's swollen head. Inserting his hard member into his warm mouth, Mike proceeded to engulf Eric deeply causing Eric's ass to lift from the chair. Licking his lips, Mike looked at Eric with pure rage.

"Don't stop!" Eric cried. Mike's hand stroked Eric's cock, slightly twisting it as he jerked him hard and fast. Lowering his head to Eric's tight, twitching balls, Mike sucked on them, slowly sinking his teeth into it. He could feel Eric stiffened. Within seconds a strong orgasm flooded his body. Mike bit down as hard as he could, violently tearing into the delicate flesh.

"NO! NO!!!!" Eric fought, trying to pry Mike off his bleeding testicle. "HELP ME!" Two guards rushed inside quickly pulling Mike away. Mike wiped his blooded mouth.

"That's for hurting Micky, you son of a bitch!"

"You---you bastard! You will pay with your life for this!" Eric screamed in agony.

"It was worth it!" Mike laughed.

"Get rid of him now!" Eric demanded.

Micky rubbed his dreary eyes, worried about his friends. "Stay positive Mick. They are fine. I know, I can feel it."

Writhing in pain from Mike's defiance, Eric demanded Micky's presence. "Bring him to me now!"

The iron door swung opened and in walked two guards. "Where's...."

"Shut up!" One guard yelled as he unchained Micky from the wall.

"Where are you taking me?!" Micky cried. Without another word uttered, the two guards dragged a confused and very scared Micky out of the cell and up the staircase. Eric leaned back in a chair being attended to, eyes closed, screaming for Mike's blood. The door opened. The guards walked in laying Micky at Eric's feet. With all the power in his soul, Eric slowly lifted his foot and placed it on Micky's throat. "I hope you said your goodbyes." his voice, pure evil. "Good...."

"Ahhhhhhhh......." The earth shattering scream sent chills down Micky's spine.

"Wha---what was that?"

"The death of your friend, Mike."