Mike had been gone all night. Slowly he made his way into the darkened room, which he had built with his hands. A slight murmur from the left side of the bed rose into the air; soon a voice further broke the room's silence. "I thought you were gone forever." Mike unbuttoned his vest, his pants the only other clothing on his pulsating, red body; he had left his mud drenched boots at the front door of the manor. "I couldn't leave, not yet." Lifting his weight from the ground like a small child, he quickly climbed into the rather large bed alongside his company. A hand slowly rose to meet his face, moving the vines of hair out of his brown eyes. "You've never been this early before..." "I've never wanted you more," said Mike, his firm voice breaking the room's silence even more; he was in control tonight. Gently he pushed the hand out his face, and with his other he brought the guest closer to his body. They embraced. "Ichirou, I'm sorry." They kissed, their mouths connecting like lock and bolt. Strong. Perfect. Exact. With a quick motion Mike was on top; his vest now slowly falling to the floor. Tonight was his night. The manor was filled with moans throughout the night, the room's once impenetrable silence a distant memory long forgotten
