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Title: December Picture

Author: Noda

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Love

Summary:Chaz and Mike want to make a picture of one of the most beautiful things.

Typ: Standalone

Disclaimer: Linkin Park is not mine. Never have and never will. (Can´t have everyting *pout*)

Note:It's my second story in the english language, but my lovely Beat-Reader Yuki correct this, so it's worth a try.

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“No Chaz, please not! That’s not discussible!” laughed Mike, eyeing his boyfriend who was walking his direction. Nevertheless, the singer continued his way unbiased, along with a frisky smile. Secretly Mike had already given up and was willing to try the crazy plan of his friend ’s.

"I am perfectly sweaty, exactly like you! We will die of flu faster than you can say ‘I’m a Rockstar!’“, he attempted to convince his love.

The brown-haired singer’s mouth twisted into an irresistible pout.

“I would play your personal nurse, if that’s really to happen.”

“Aww, you’re sweet.”

Mike opened his arms, which were covered with a thin layer of sweat from the previous concert they have held and closed them around the small shape of Chester.

“And how would you cure me?”

Chester’s expression turned into one of pure joy. He led his right hand to Mike’s nose and tipped tenderly on it with his forefinger. His other hand he was hiding a black object behind his back.

“Let’s have a guess,” he put on an impressive pause for thinking, before went on speaking:

“First of all, I could cook a soup for like my mother did when I was younger. It’s the best, you know? Maybe I might give you my favorite Spongebob Squarepants shirt to keep your weak body warm. And eventually I will do the following incessantly!”

With this said, Chester bend down to capture his lover’s lips with one passionate kiss. Sweet mouths danced elegantly against each other and two sweaty bodies pressed further against each other. Both broke apart and, with touching noses, remained in their warm embrace, gasping for breath.

“Okay, let’s do it,” Mike finally breathed out in a husky tone of voice.

Squeaking joyfully, the singer drew his friend down the hall, their fingers finally entwined. Making their way through a heavy metal-door, they found themselves in the lonely backyard of the little concert hall. Snow-covered trees, standing in the very back, greeted the pair of them. Everything was covered in the pale light of the moon and snow was falling gently to the earth. Little hexagons danced around the hot bodies while Mike and Chester made their way to the untouched spot of nature.

“Could you go right there?” Chester whispered into his friend’s ear. Mike was responsive to Chester’s plea and waited for the next step to come.

“That’s right?”

“Hell yeah, right there!”

Chester nodded affirmatively. The pleased anticipation upon the following scene brought a slightly transfigured grin to his face. He put the black object from behind his back and lifted it to his eyes. One of his fingers pushed onto a button and with a “click” the electronics began to work. Before a piece of paper came out of the camera, a bright ray of light flashed and […] a sum followed. Chester took it and observed how the outlines slowly found their way onto the unfinished photo. The white color of the paper contrasted nicely with his black painted nails. He plugged the completed photo of his lover into the pocket of his baggy.

“You are gorgeous Mikey! You know what I want, don’t cha? But I‘ll turn off the flash for the next one.”

Without an answer Mike took off his already wet and cold shirt. Elegantly he turned around his well built body. Mike’s lightly tanned back with something special on it moved into Chester’s vision. For a moment, the brown-haired singer forgot to breathe as he stared at the beauty in front of him. His shaky hand took the camera again and pushed the actuator a second time.

The most beautiful picture ever appeared and Chester took it. Thousands of white snowflakes danced their own show around Mike, through the already snow-covered trees. The moonlight illuminated the scene and awarded it an abstract and bewitched glamour.

However, the absolutely fairest part, apart from Mike, was the new tattoo. Shaded and shaped in black, two angel wings met on Mike’s spinal column.

They went over his whole back. Their feathers were painted so well and detailed, that one could almost believe them to be real and that they could be seen flapping every minute. For Chester it undoubtedly was the most perfect picture.

Suddenly a mocha colored hand took away the photo. The angel appeared in front of the singer and examined himself. A mild smile plastered his face as he looked up and met Chester’s gaze.

“You’re right. The wings are perfect. Thank you, Chaz!”

He leaned down and placed a small kiss on the lips in front of him.

“I just completed you, my little angel,” Chester whispered with all seriousness and all the love he could muster.

After those touching words, Mike could not hold back his tears. He flew into the arms of his beloved one and they kissed more passionately than ever. Happy to love and be loved. Chester’s hands drifted over the angel wings painted across Mike’s still uncovered back. After they had parted from each other, Chester softly stoked away the tears and a small amount of melted snow from the face of the emcee.

“Let’s go inside. We don’t want to get ill in the middle of a tour. Thanks for the photos, Babe!

Mike put on his famous grin.

“But you would be my personal nurse, like you said. I don’t want to miss that!”

The End