It seemed like everything had gone well over the past few weeks, and Cody had really been falling for the still incredibly mysterious artist. It had been an eventful meeting, and a memorable one at that. But even so, that made it better, because in Cody's eyes that was fate. Would they have met if Michelangelo hadn't been in that accident? Who knew, probably not because he wasn't massively into art and artists. Sure it was cool but.. he didn't study it.
However, things had began to go downhill after his own little accident. He had played 'heroes' back in that café on 67th street. But he couldn't help that, he had always played hero from being a young teenager, it came with his job now. He couldn't be a paramedic and watch someone dying after being shot. Right? And he saved her life, he wasn't dead. Although... I guess by this point he was wishing that he wasn't here, not dead, but not in Mickey's apartment.
The place always had an oil smell to it, for a start. Cody had initially asked if Mickey had wanted him to look into it, but Mickey had told him it was just oil paints. He was a guest, he couldn't dispute that. But when he began to get more suspicious and he began exploring... Mickey became on edge.
"Go back to bed love, rest that wound, I'll make you lunch."
"I'm okay I'm just tired."
"You're going to hurt yourself!"
At one point last night he had blacked out, he didn't really know why, or how. He hadn't felt tired. But now he was waking up something felt weird... odd... and that's when his eyes landed on Michaelangelo. His face staring down at him, that smile almost menacing, he held out a tray in front of him.
"Good morning, I brought you breakfast, are you hungry?"
He held the tray out, before sitting next to Cody. "Here, have some croissant," he picked up a plain butter croissant and broke an end off moving it towards the other's mouth. "Open wide~" he cooed softly.
Cody was confused. What did he mean? What was he doing? He attempted to move his hand up to push the food away. If he was hungry he could feed himself, he wasn't a baby. That's when he was realised...
"uh... Mickey, baby, what's going on?"
Mickey used his free hand to place a finger against the other man's lips and shook his head. "Shh, shhh, it's okay bear. I just don't want you getting hurt so I'm going to look after you, okay?"
Cody's hands had been shackled to the bed. He was beginning to feel uneasy about the situation. Turning his head away from Michaelangelo, "I'm not hungry, but come on Mickey, just let me go. I can look after myself. This isn't right."
Mickey frowned, now moving his hand from Cody's lips and roughly turning his head back in his direction.
"Don't make me force this down your throat."
And there was no escape...
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