Title: Lights Out
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Josef Kostan/Mick St. John
Fandom: Moonlight
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,181
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Josef Kostan or Mick St. John, unfortunately. Please do not sue.

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"Cheers." Mick raised his glass of blood to Josef with a smile, leaning back in his chair and relaxing. It had been a few days since they'd been able to do this; he'd been working on a case, and his time with his lover had of necessity been limited.

He hated days when he couldn't see Josef. There had been three nights in a row that they hadn't been with each other, and for most of the day today he'd been able to think of nothing but wrapping Josef in his arms and making love to him.

Tonight, he was going to forget about his cases, forget about the world outside, and just enjoy having time to spend alone with Josef. It felt like forever since he'd spent the night in his boyfriend's bed -- and in his boyfriend, he thought with an inward grin.

Setting his glass down on the coffee table, Mick started to rise from his chair to go to the couch where Josef was sitting. As he got to his feet, there was a slight but audible pop -- and the room was suddenly plunged into blackness.

"What the hell --?" Josef exclaimed, sounding startled. Mick blinked, his muscles tensing. He was ready for any sort of an attack, even though it would take his vampiric vision a few seconds to adjust to the complete darkness.

It took Mick a moment to realize that not only was Josef's apartment dark, but that all the city lights that were usually twinkling around them were gone, as well. Something must have happened to the power grid to plunge the entire city into darkness.

"Looks like a power outage," he said, going to the window and looking out. If he was human, he wouldn't have been able to see anything but a stygian blackness, but his vampiric sight could easily make out people in the streets hundreds of feet below.

Everyone looked bewildered; there were people bumping into each other, and lots of shouting. The only lights that he could see were the headlights of all the cars -- most of which seemed to be moving at a snail's pace, as the stoplights obviously weren't working.

"It's a good thing you weren't out there on a night like this," Josef said softly, coming up behind him to peer down at the street. "I wouldn't have liked to think about you stuck in the middle of that, even though I know you can take care of yourself."

"What, you wouldn't have come looking for me?" Mick teased, knowing full well that Josef would have done no such thing. His lover would simply have either called his cell to find out if he was all right, or sat here and waited for him.

In some ways, it was touching that Josef had such faith in his abilities. It proved that Josef didn't feel that he still needed a mentor to help him face odd situations. In fact, he was willing to bet that he'd been through more of those by now than Josef had.

"Good thing you're with a man who's used to not having electricity," Josef told him, moving way and going into the kitchen. "I always keep a supply of candles and oil lamps in case something like this happens. I'm more used to them than people might think."

"That's because most people who're around these days didn't grow up in a century when electricity hadn't even been invented yet," Mick shot back with a grin. He didn't mind being without electricity for a while; it gave him an excuse to be lazy.

After all, he couldn't do any research when he didn't have electricity to aid him, could he? True, he could be out hunting people down who he might need to talk with, but since he didn't have a case at the moment, he could afford to take some down time.

Josef came out of the kitchen carrying an oil lamp, setting it carefully on the coffee table. "I've got one of those candle lighters in the drawer on that table," he said, pointing to the table at the end of the couch. "If you wouldn't mind doing the honors."

Mick nodded, opening the drawer and taking out the lighter. Within moments, he had the oil lamp lit, the soft light illuminating the room. Josef had disappeared back into the kitchen; Mick assumed that he'd gone to get more sources of light.

He was right; Josef came back only a few moments later with two large jar candles, placing them on either side of the oil lamp. "Cinnamon vanilla," he said, glancing at Mick. "Bet you didn't know that was my favorite scent, did you?"

Mick laughed, raising one eyebrow. "How could I not know it? You always have those candles burning in the bedroom. So I've always known you liked that scent." He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as Josef lit both of the candles. "It suits you."

"Candlelight suits you," Josef whispered, moving to stand in front of Mick and reaching out to touch his face. Mick slid his arms around Josef's waist, pulling his lover close against him, his hands moving down the other man's back to cup his ass.

To his surprise, instead of pulling away to head towards the bedroom, Josef's arms wrapped around his neck, those slender hips grinding against his own. Mick had to hold back a groan; he'd never known his boyfriend to be this willing and eager before.

"I want you to make love to me here on the couch," Josef whispered, his eyes not leaving Mick's face. "In the candlelight. I want to watch you taking me with the light flickering on your face. I want to see every second of how I make you feel."

Mick's mouth had gone dry; a wave of desire too strong to hold back was sweeping over him. The only thing he wanted to do at this moment was to strip Josef's clothes from his body, press him down on the couch, and make love to him for the rest of the night.

That was what Josef had in mind as well, judging from the way his boyfriend was tugging at his shirt. Mick couldn't stop the smile that spread over his face; for once, their minds seemed to be working along the same lines, perfectly in sync.

"If this is what's going to happen anytime the lights go out, then I hope it happens a lot more often," he whispered into Josef's ear as he lowered his lover to the couch, his nimble fingers beginning to make quick work of removing their clothes.

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