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16 April 2008 @ 06:59 am
Love Is Never-Ending, ch. 29  
Title: Love Is Never-Ending
Rating: For Mature Adults (NC-17)
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine!
Author's note: Sorry about the extreme lateness. Hopefully the length will make up for it! :) Enjoy!

Chapter Twenty Nine

Mick sat in the living room impatiently tapping his foot. He looked at his watch. Again. 7:53. Where the hell is Josef? Mick just wanted to get this over with. He had no idea what to expect. One never knew with Josef. It had been a long time since his and Josef’s idea of a party coincided. What on earth have I gotten myself into?

Beth wasn’t home to distract him; she’d left over an hour ago, saying that she wanted to keep Erin company while the boys were out. Mick wasn’t certain that Beth had been telling the truth. She’d been acting odd all day. Every time he questioned her Beth assured him he was just being paranoid. Mick shook his head. He’d been hanging around Josef too long. Mick was about to call and see what the hold up was when there was a knock on the front door. Finally. Mick opened the door to a smiling Josef.

“You’re late.”

Josef looked affronted. “Two minutes. Your elevator’s slow.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah, well. This is what happens when you try and negotiate LA traffic on a Friday night. You ready?”

“Yeah. What are we going exactly?”

“Where do you think? Oh and grab your guitar.”

Mick raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because I’m asking you to. Trust me, you’re gonna need it.”

Shrugging, Mick headed into his office and pulled out his guitar. He had no idea why Josef wanted him to bring it, but in the interest of time decided not to argue. Mick returned, guitar in hand, and he and Josef took the elevator down to Josef’s Ferrari.

“You’re still not gonna tell me where we’re going?” Mick asked as he climbed in the Ferrari.

“Nope, you’ll just have to wait and see,” said Josef with a mischievous grin.

I’m not sure I like the sound of that, Mick thought as they pulled out into the still heavy traffic. The two friends didn’t say much as Josef drove to god only knew where. Mick was about to ask Josef where they were headed when he recognized the street they were on. Mick had been in the neighborhood only days before albeit under more depressing circumstances. At the stop sign, he quirked an eyebrow at Josef.

“Mick, you gotta relax. It’s not what you think.”

“For your sake, I hope not.”

Josef merely chuckled as he pulled into the parking lot. Mick looked up at the neon sign and gasped. “Oh my god.”

“See. I told you it wasn’t what you thought.”

Mick just sat there staring at the neon sign: The Eagle’s Nest. The first place he’d played after the war. His dad had been friends with the owner and convinced the old codger to allow Mick and his makeshift band play on Saturday nights. Mick hadn’t seen the place in years.

“How did you know?” Mick asked quietly. His life before he became a vampire was still a touchy subject, one that Mick rarely indulged in, even with Josef.

Josef grinned at the look of awe and wonder on his friend’s face. “Erin. I was originally gonna have this at the penthouse but after the other night decided this was better.” Mick looked at Josef and nodded. “You go on in. I’ll bring your guitar in a minute. I just have one call to make.”

The second half of Josef’s statement barely registered with Mick. He looked like Christmas had come early as he got out of the car and practically ran for the door. The outside looked exactly the same as he remembered; he was curious to see if the inside was the same too. Stepping across the threshold, Mick felt like he stepped back in time. The dive was exactly the same. From the beat up bar, rickety bar stools and cracked tile dance floor to the foot high stage and radio in the corner, the Nest looked just as it had in 1946. As the sounds of Glen Miller filled his ears, Mick examined the crowd and recognized faces. Tim and Dan were sitting at the bar. John was fiddling with the radio. Guillermo and Terrence were playing pool. Friends Mick hadn’t seen in years were playing cards over in the corner.

“Hey! You made it! Now we can get this thing going!” The familiar voice came from Mick’s left.

Mick’s eyes widened in surprise. “Jack! How’s Janel?”

“She’s good. She’s all a flutter about tomorrow. You know how women are about weddings.”

Mick grinned. “Yeah. I’m glad Josef let you off the hook long enough for you to make it.”

“Hey! I’m the kindest, gentlest boss ever,” Josef exclaimed as he entered the bar carrying Mick’s guitar. Jack rolled his eyes as Josef took the guitar up to the stage. Then he turned on the microphone; the inadvertent squeal getting everyone’s attention. Josef looked significantly at John and cleared his throat. The volume on the radio went down immediately.

“I’m not gonna beat around the bush here. All of you know that Mick here is getting married tomorrow. So this is his last hurrah, so to speak. It’s our sworn duty as his friends to take as much of his money from him as we can.” The crowd chuckled. “Drinks and blood are on me.” The room erupted in cheers.

Mick got himself a scotch from the bar. Then he made his way around the room greeting everyone. It was quite a turnout. Most of his acquaintances hadn’t seen Beth so Mick spent a great deal of time showing off the picture he kept of her in his wallet. Nearly everyone looked envious. Mick couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.

“All right, Grins A Lot, it’s time for you to put your money where your mouth is,” Josef called from across the room. There were a couple of tables set up over near the radio. Josef and Jack were beckoning to him.

“I’m coming.” Mick took his seat across from Josef. They were joined by Jack and Ryder. “So what are we playing?”

“Five card stud. You in?”

“Just deal the cards, Josef.”

Mick was an excellent poker player. He got a lot of practice when he was in the Army. After he was turned, it became an escape, a reminder that his life hadn’t always included darkness and psycho ex-wives. He quickly got on a hot streak and won five hands in a row. Mick could practically see the steam coming out of Josef’s ears. No wonder, the elder vampire had already lost ten grand.

“You sure you want me to continue to take your money?” Mick asked with a knowing smile as Josef dealt again.

“Who says I’m not letting you win?” said Josef through gritted teeth.

“When it comes to poker, there isn’t a benevolent bone in your body.” Josef took his poker playing very seriously. He was good at it too. It frustrated him that Mick was better. It also made him reckless. Two hands later, Josef had lost another five grand. He threw up his hands and looked at his watch. Still a couple of hours to kill. Good. Josef got up from the table and marched up to the stage again. Turning on the mic, Josef said, “OK, boys. I think it’s time for our guest of honor to liven this party up. Come on, Mick. Sing something for us.”

“Uh-huh. No way, Josef.” Unfortunately, Mick’s reply was drowned out by the encouraging cheers of the assembled vampires. Josef continued to stare at him; Mick shook his head.

“Well, then maybe I’ll play some myself,” Josef said with a grin. He went to pull Mick’s guitar out of the case. It had barely opened when Mick appeared next to him. “Changed you mind?” Josef said knowingly.

Mick nodded. “Are you enjoying this?”

“Immensely. When was the last time you played in front of a crowd?”

Mick thought for a second. “1952. Why?”

“And you were planning on going up there at your wedding reception with no practice?”

Mick blanched. That was exactly what he’d been planning; only he hadn’t realized it until now.

“See, I’m doing you a favor. At least here, you’re among friends. We’ll try not to heckle you too much,” Josef said cheerfully.

“You’re confidence is overwhelming.”

Josef just grinned as he left the stage. He quietly went back to his poker game, where Guillermo took Mick’s chair. Mick, meanwhile, went about getting everything set up. It took him several minutes. As he fumbled with his equipment, Mick’s nerves got progressively worse. As he sat down behind the mic, his hands started shaking. Mick took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Then he picked up the guitar and started to play the first thing that came into his head.

As the notes of “Good Rockin’ Tonight” flowed out of the guitar, Mick closed his eyes. It was better if he couldn’t see anyone’s reactions. This way is felt like he was playing in his living room alone, rather than in front of people. The practice he’d put in over the last few days paid off. He didn’t miss any words and only hit one wrong chord. As the song ended, the bar erupted in enthusiastic cheers. Mick opened his eyes and found his audience gathered at the front of the stage. Encouraged, Mick played a few more of his favorite blues standards; each went over well. Grinning from ear to ear, Mick started to put the guitar away when Josef rejoined him.

“Who wants Mick to sing one more?” Everyone cheered. “Come on, Mick. Play one more,” Josef said with a glint in his eye.

“OK. Any requests?”

“How about that song you’ve been practicing for last couple of days?”

Mick gulped. He wasn’t ready to play that yet. But Mick knew that Josef wouldn’t take no for an answer. “OK, but this is the last one.”

Mick sat back down on the stool and pulled the guitar into his lap. Again he closed his eyes as he began to play. For the next three minutes, Mick didn’t think. He let the melody take over; he was just along for the ride. As the last notes died away, Mick opened his eyes. The bar was eerily quiet. They hated it. I knew this would happen. How could I have been so naïve? Frowning, Mick got up to put the guitar away. That was when the applause began, loud and long. Mick looked out at his friends, astonished. Josef was right there in the front, nodding his thanks. Mick grinned sheepishly as he put the guitar away and climbed off the stage.   

As the hubbub died down, Josef guided Mick over to the pool table. “Time for you to loose your money, my friend.”

“You haven’t humiliated yourself enough tonight, have you?” Mick asked as he reached for his scotch.

“No, we’re even right now. You beat me at poker; I made you sing. This is the tie breaker.”

Mick grinned. “You’re on.”

A crowd gathered as Mick and Josef played. Bets, alcohol and blood were swapped back and forth. Josef, of course, was the superior player, but Mick had been playing with him for fifty years. He’s learned a few things in that time. Mick even managed to keep it close for a while. Josef was leading three games to two when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Damn. Josef pulled out his phone and checked the message. That girl has horrible timing. He’ll be no use to me now.

“We playing or what?” Mick asked.

“Take five, everyone. Mick, follow me.”

Mick furrowed his brow as he put his cue down and followed Josef toward the back. “What’s going on, Josef?”

“You’ll see.” They continued further back the hall until Josef stopped abruptly in front of the door Mick knew led to the office. “This is where I leave you. I’d be shocked if I saw you again tonight. Have fun.”

“Josef, what’s going on?”

“You won’t know unless you open the door.” With that, Josef turned and headed back down the hall. When he got back to the bar, he turned up the radio and locked the door that led back to the office. The last thing Mick needed was for his surprise to be interrupted.

Mick stared at Josef’s retreating back for a long minute. What on earth could his erstwhile best friend have planned for him? Mick closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. His eyes flew open in surprise and he pushed the door open. Most of the room was softly lit, except for the far corner, which was encased in darkness. The scent, however, was achingly familiar. Beth. Mick’s eyes never left the dark corner as he closed the door with a snap. He had a feeling they were going to need the extra privacy.

“Beth?” Mick called softly.

He could practically hear her grin. “Surprise.”

“Are you planning on staying in that dark corner or do I have to come over there?”

“Sit down.”

Toward the middle of the room, the old wooden desk chair sat. Mick quickly crossed the room and settled his large frame in the hard chair. When he looked back at the dark corner, he was suddenly thankful he was sitting down. Beth stepped out of the dark wearing a vintage 1940s blood red gown. Her blonde hair was done in a vintage flip, very Veronica Lake-esque. Beth sinfully high heels clicked across the floor as she advanced, swinging her hips with every step. Mick’s slacks were suddenly two sizes too small.

Beth stopped a foot away from him. “You like it?” she asked with a slight catch in her voice.

All Mick could do was nod. It was taking all of his self control not to throw her to the floor and fuck her until they both couldn’t walk. There was a tiny voice in his head that told him to wait; it was certain there was more to this surprise.

Mick’s struggle was not lost on Beth. She noticed that his hands were shaking. His strong physical reaction to her appearance gave her the confidence to continue. Don’t think, just feel. It’s the only way you’ll be able to pull this off. Beth took two steps forward. Mick forced his eyes closed; his breathing was becoming ragged. Beth reached out and ran her fingers lightly along his jaw sending shivers down Mick’s spine. Beth smiled and bent to place a soft kiss on his lips.

“You should probably open your eyes,” she whispered a hairs breath away from his mouth.

Beth abruptly turned and strode away from him. Mick opened his eyes and balled his fists in frustration. She was walking away from him, now? He saw her cross the room and stop in front of a small stereo. A second later the sound of Etta James filled the air. Mick gulped. Oh my god. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

Beth, meanwhile, allowed the music to take over. She’d taken some ballet and dance as a child, but she hadn’t truly danced since college. Well, it’s now or never. Taking a steadying breath, Beth turned and began to move. Her movements had little rhyme or reason to them; she just moved however the music told her to. She studiously avoided Mick’s gaze; she wanted her dance to speak for her.

Mick sat in the chair eyes transfixed on Beth. Her movements were graceful and extremely sensual. It was a side of her that he hadn’t seen before and he loved it. The shoulder of Beth’s dress slipped down exposing more of her skin to his hungry gaze. The pressure on his fly was too much. With deft fingers, Mick unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly. His eyes never left Beth as his cock sprang into his waiting hand. Mick licked his lips as he began to slowly stroke his length.

Beth stole a glance at Mick. The sight of him stroking himself nearly made her stumble. Oh god. The temperature in the already hot room went up about ten degrees. Beth turned her back and unzipped her dress. Thank god it’s low enough that I can reach it. She knew she wouldn’t survive Mick’s touch if he got to her now. As the dress slipped to the floor, Beth distinctly hear Mick growl possessively. The sound nearly brought her to her knees. As the song died away, Beth turned back to Mick clad only in her red lace bra and matching thong.

Without the music, the click of Beth’s heels rang through the room as she walked toward him. The intoxicating scent of Beth’s arousal hit Mick full force when she turned. His eyes faded to pale blue and he licked his lips in anticipation. He had a burning desire to make her as crazy as she was making him. Still, the tiny voice told him to hold off. It was a near thing, but he managed it.

Beth came to a stop standing between his legs. Mick started to reach for her, but Beth shook her head. Instead, she reached for the buttons of his dark green dress shirt. One by one the buttons fell open exposing his chest. When she reached for the last button, her hand accidentally brushed up against his cock. Mick growled softly, closing his eyes. Beth tossed his shirt to the floor and gently kissed each of his eyes. Her gentleness shattered what was left of Mick’s control. Beth had barely pulled away when Mick reached up, threaded his hands in her hair and pulled her back down in a searing kiss. He continued to maul her lips and throat as he pulled her into his lap, with only the briefest of barriers standing between them. Beth clung to him desperately trying to catch her breath. Mick tore the lace from her chest and greedily took one of her nipples into his mouth. As Mick roughly scraped his fangs across her hardened nipples, Beth whimpered and ground her hips into his cock.

The next thing Beth knew she was flat on her back on the nearby desk. Mick tore the scrap of cloth keeping her from him; his own pants having melted away somewhere between the chair and the desk. Tossing what was left of her thong over his shoulder, Mick thrust into her hard and fast. Beth let out a pleasured cry at the sudden invasion of her body. Mick pulled out agonizingly slow until only the head was still inside her. Mick repeated this several times, thrusting at a slightly different angle each time. Beth looked imploringly at him and shook her head in frustration.

“Faster,” she panted as she clawed at his arms.

Mick obliged her, pistoning in and out of her with near mindless need. Sweat glistened in the soft light. Beth could feel her orgasm coiling low in her belly; she wrapped her legs around Mick’s waist locking her heel clad feet together behind him. Mick snarled in response. He was perilously close. Mick bent his head to suckle at the still healing bite mark on Beth throat. She gasped as her orgasm began to overtake her. Beth let out a hoarse scream as Mick’s fangs plunged into her throat; her rich blood flowing into his mouth as he spilled himself inside her. As his hips slowed, Mick licked at the angry wounds on Beth’s throat. They closed relatively quickly. Satisfied that the bleeding had stopped, Mick raised his head. Beth’s eyes were closed and she sighed contentedly.

“Did you like your surprise?” she asked softly.

Mick brushed a soft kiss across her lips. “Yes. Thank you.”

Beth smiled. “I assure you the pleasure was mine.”

Mick started to straighten, but Beth pulled him down for a hungry kiss. Mick could feel his cock hardening inside her. It was going to be a long night…

To be continued…

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heartagram_lala: Moonlight - B&W and colourheartagram_lala on April 16th, 2008 01:32 pm (UTC)
*THUD*

flails, wholly fuck that was hot!!!
michellemtsumichellemtsu on April 16th, 2008 01:58 pm (UTC)
Still not as hot as that extended promo though...
allegritafangsallegritafangs on April 16th, 2008 03:48 pm (UTC)
Grrrrrrr...mmmmm.....that was extremely naughty, you minx! Whew...why do I do this?! I'm at work! Weak in the knees at work...sigh...Totally hot...and HEY, I noticed that you didn't tell us the name of the song he's playing at the wedding....?
michellemtsumichellemtsu on April 16th, 2008 04:39 pm (UTC)
I know I didn't. It'll be in the reception chapter. I promise. ;)

I probably should have put the same warning I had at MLL. DO NOT read at work! :)
allegritafangsallegritafangs on April 16th, 2008 04:53 pm (UTC)
Yeah, but I can't resist...I'm too weak! I have to read them!!! (pity me, pity me) :mrgreen:
michellemtsumichellemtsu on April 16th, 2008 05:42 pm (UTC)
Hello, pot! I'm kettle! Ha, ha. Seriously, I can't resist either. I'm always doing ML related stuff at work...
Bleu Daisy: Josef  Smokin' Hotbleudaisy on April 16th, 2008 05:53 pm (UTC)
Nice portrayal of Josef and good banter. He's cute when he's two minutes late, isn't he? ^_^
michellemtsumichellemtsu on April 16th, 2008 06:37 pm (UTC)
Yes, he is! :)
sourfacekitty: OMGsourfacekitty on April 16th, 2008 11:46 pm (UTC)
I loved the banter between Mick and Josef as well. I liked when Mick said: "You're confidence is overwhelming."

I CANNOT wait until the actual wedding and what song Mick is going to play. I have one question about the wedding, though. Is Josh going to come? I was just wondering...

PLEASE update soon!!! I don't have enough patience in my body to last me even 24 hours. I mean, I'll try, but...I don't want to, like, explode or something.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on April 17th, 2008 12:43 am (UTC)
No, Josh is not coming. That would be a tad uncomfortable, I think. Glad you liked it!
britzfan: mick/bethbritzfan on April 17th, 2008 04:19 pm (UTC)
That was HOT! I'm glad you upadated again!
michellemtsumichellemtsu on April 17th, 2008 05:16 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it!
(Anonymous) on April 18th, 2008 07:33 pm (UTC)
Surprise..
Well, once again you have out done yourself. : )

My guess at the surprise was that she planned a striptease at the bachelor party, but I had thought it would be less private.. This was nicely thought out and written for both characters. I was close though.

Really liked the idea of pulling in his human past. Very nice.

Clare
michellemtsumichellemtsu on April 18th, 2008 09:30 pm (UTC)
Re: Surprise..
Thanks, Clare! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Michelle: Moonlight never let you go Mick/Bethmrs_boyscout on May 5th, 2008 11:57 am (UTC)
Niiiice. No wonder Josef wanted to install cameras. teehee...

Sounds like Mick had a perfect Bachelor Party!