2 comments/ 13016 views/ 3 favorites CSI: All He'd Ever Wanted By: Milliemoon Danny checked round the room one more time before looking at his watch for what must have been the hundredth time in the past hour. The bed was neatly made, the blinds were drawn, and all the things he hoped would be needed were on the nightstand. Don had called to say he'd been delayed and Danny hadn't been able to prevent a groan of disappointment escaping. "Don't worry, baby, it's only traffic, I've left the station, no one is calling me back tonight, I promise." In the past two weeks both men's rest days had been cancelled and even their nights together had been curtailed by one or other of them working longer hours than they'd planned. Now they had put in requests to their supervisors that, just overnight, they not be contacted unless a major emergency occurred. Danny knew Mac would honour that and Don had seemed pretty confident his captain would as well although neither man knew why the request had been made. The day had crawled by but now it was Monday evening and, until the following morning, Danny had no intention of leaving his home unless Don wanted to. With what he had planned the nervous young man hoped that wouldn't happen. Their lovemaking had grown in intensity during the time they'd been together. Danny knew, however, six months into the relationship, Don was still taking things easy, letting him dictate the speed they went. Tonight that should all change. The apartment was neat and tidy, he had been extra careful to keep it that way so nothing would distract the two men from each other and now, as he waited for the buzz of the entry phone, his heart rate increased and he licked his lips in anticipation. To increase his excitement Danny had removed his clothes as soon as he'd arrived home an hour before. He loved the decadence of walking around naked, feeling the warm air on his body and he'd let his fingers play with all his erogenous zones as he'd finished his preparations. Now Danny ran his hand up and down his hardening cock, imagining it was Don's fingers working their magic instead of his own. Glancing at the clock Danny worked out he probably had about five or ten minutes left alone and, with a nervous but excited sigh, he began his final preparations. Don had turned down the offer of drinks with Mac and Hawkes to get to Danny. He had tried to be as noncommittal as he could about where he was going, not wanting to have to remember falsehoods later. He hoped his excuse of needing all the down time at home he could get had rung true with his colleagues. One day, if things carried on as they were, he and Danny would come clean to their friends, but that was a way off yet even though he would happily shout it from the rooftops. Instead, in deference to Danny and his hesitancy, he tried to convince himself the secrecy was all part of the fun. The homicide cop wondered what his lover was up to. They usually met for a meal at a downtown restaurant before a shared evening together, retiring to one apartment or the other afterwards to take the relationship a little further, a little deeper. Don smiled as a picture of his lover, naked and lying back wantonly on his bed, came to the forefront of his mind. It was the type of vision he could enjoy all the way home, especially when the traffic was so slow moving. Danny had begun calling him 'sir' in the bedroom almost immediately their relationship had begun and, even when they were apart, the memory of the word, and the way it was said, could start his pulse racing. Don knew he was Danny's first male lover and everything was new to him. For that reason alone he was prepared to take things slowly for as long as it took for Danny to be accepting of everything they did. He seemed to like the opportunity to relinquish all responsibility over to his partner in the bedroom though, to lie back, quite literally, and let things happen to him. That suited Don just fine; he needed to be in charge, in his public and private life, although he knew not everyone felt as he did. He was aware of quite a few publicly powerful figures that, in private, were very submissive and he could understand their need for things to be separated in that way. All he had ever wanted was to give pleasure, but in his own manner. The parking garage under Danny's building was almost full but Don found a space in a dark corner and parked up quickly. He was on his way towards the elevator before he remembered the wine still in his trunk. Rushing back to grab it he wondered whether it was excitement or absentmindedness that caused him to forget. The voice on the other end of the entry phone sounded a little breathless, a little different, but Don didn't really take it in. He listened instead for the sound of the buzzer allowing him access to the building and then made his way up in the elevator, trying to keep the smile off his face and the tightening from his groin so he didn't embarrass himself or the other occupant of the lift. He didn't succeed in either and kept his eyes averted for the entire journey. Don turned the key in the lock and made his way into the hall. His outdoor coat was quickly hung up on one of the vacant hooks on the wall as he looked around for Danny, expecting him to be waiting nearby. Instead there was a piece of paper on the floor with an arrow on it pointing towards the bedroom and, the smile growing ever bigger, Don followed it. What he saw when he entered the room took his breath away. Danny was kneeling by the side of the bed, his hands clasped behind his back; head down in a position of submission. He was also totally naked; his cock rock hard and already leaking pre-cum. "Please, Sir, my body is yours. Take me." Danny's voice was husky; he couldn't believe how aroused he felt at being so open to his partner's gaze. "Oh, God, Danny." Don dropped to his knees in front of his lover; he began to kiss him, running his hands into the dirty blond hair, pulling at it, massaging it as he fought to gain control of the situation presented to him. "May I undress you, Sir?" Danny moved away from his lover's insistent lips and spoke quietly. "Yes, my little one, undress me, I want to join you." Don ran his hand through his own hair. He couldn't believe how aroused he was, how excited by what he was seeing. His shirt, tie, pants, socks and footwear came off and, when Don was only wearing his tight white shorts, he rested his hand on a naked shoulder; Danny stopped touching and looked up. "Please, Sir?" "Kiss it, take me through the cloth and suck me." The words were growled out and Danny immediately did as he was told. "Ohhhh, fuck, Danny, yeah." Don sat down on the side of the bed and it was then he noticed the other things Danny had waiting for him. "Stand up, my pet, show yourself to me." Danny, shocked at the instruction and reluctant to stop, paused a second, his mouth still sucking on the now hard outline of Don's cock through this shorts. "Sir?" "What's all this?" Don swept his hand across the nightstand and then reached out to grasp his lover's nipples, pulling one with each hand and moving him closer. "Explain yourself." "I want to give myself to you, Sir, to do whatever you wish me to, now, tonight, all night." Danny fell to his knees and looked up. "When we're together, like this, you're my master; I want to belong to you, please, Donny, please." The tears in Danny's eyes warmed Don's heart almost as much as the words. He pulled the younger man into his embrace and began to kiss him passionately, their tongues dancing for a moment before he claimed Danny's mouth as his own. Finally, unable to survive without air any longer, Don pulled back, his lips blushed and bruised by his lover's amorousness. "Very well. I'm going to have a shower, you will wait for me, on the bed, you won't touch yourself, but you will use this." Don indicated for Danny to lie down and then, when he was in a position suitable for his needs, Don chose a silk scarf from the nightstand. He picked up a vibrator also lying there and draped it in the soft material. Once that was done he raised Danny's legs and placed it between them. The tip just missed the now panting younger man's balls; instead it moved back and forth on his thigh, Don ran the loose end of the scarf up and over his cock. The vibrator was stimulating Danny just below where he could get any type of release while the material fluttered across his cock, gently touching something that screamed for relief already. A second scarf was also on the nightstand and Don quickly tied that around Danny's eyes. The loss of vision immediately increased the sensations in his groin and Danny moaned aloud. "Ohhhh, God, Don, please, I won't cum, I promise, but let me touch, let me play." "No, my pet, you will not touch yourself." He picked up the free end of a pair of handcuffs, which Danny had attached to the headboard. He fixed them around the right wrist and then did the same with another set. Danny was now his, and he could do what he wanted to him. With a smile unseen by anyone, Don ran a finger across his lover's chest, he purposely missed the rock hard nipples, weaving and dancing around them instead. Danny was squirming enough to dislodge the vibrator and, as it fell, Don slapped him lightly on the thigh causing a cry to go up. "Did I say you could move?" "N ... no, Sir. I'm sorry, but you ... your fingers." "Are you saying this is my fault?" Don placed his hand on Danny's abdomen and began to once again run his fingers across the soft, tanned skin. He let them move down into the pubic pelt, pulling gently on the hair and watching as Danny tried desperately to keep still. "No, no, Sir, I ... know it's my fault, please, let me ... oh, God, Donny ... I want to try again." The darkness and the sensations on his skin, as well as the chance to be so submissive, were driving Danny insane and, knowing he was already in trouble, he humped the air in desperation. "Baby, you have gone to so much effort, do you really want me to punish you?" Don, trying desperately to wipe the grin off his face, grasped Danny's weeping cock and then flexed his fingers. "Ohhhhhh, fuck, Sir, oh, oh. Anything, if you'll let me cum, I'll put up with anything." Danny flexed his hips, gaining just a little momentum and, feeling his master's hand move slightly against his hard sex, moaned with frustration. "You, my little slut, will not cum until I tell you to. Is that understood?" Again Don tightened his grip until the pleasure was just turning to pain and Danny tried to move away from him. "I said, 'is that understood'?" "Yes, Sir. I ... I won't cum." Danny, his cock throbbing inside Don's fist, couldn't remember when he had been more aroused. He wanted desperately to feel his lover run his hand up and down the long, hard shaft, but knew he wouldn't. His cum was so close to shooting and he tried desperately to hold it together. Don watched, enjoying his lover's agony, his helplessness beneath the blindfold, knowing he would have plenty of time to get himself back under control while he had his shower. Finally, before he left, he spoke again. "Hmmm, What's this? We haven't talked about using this?" Don picked up a cockring and held it to Danny's mouth. His tongue picked up the cool metal texture. "No, Sir, but I thought ... I thought we might try." Danny couldn't believe how turned on he was. Don hadn't done anything except tease him slightly, and already all he could think about was blowing his load. "So, after my shower, maybe I need to take some time to think about that as well." Danny groaned at Don's words, unable to see his master pick up the vibrator from where it had fallen and carefully replace it between Danny's legs. This time, knowing how easily it could be dislodged, he pushed Danny's legs up and positioned it between the beautiful creamy globes of Danny's butt so the head just penetrated his tight rosebud, he switched it back on and watched him twitch and squirm before him. Without another word Don left the room, and Danny waited in the semi darkness, restrained, stimulated and desperate for release. The sound of the shower seemed to go on forever and Danny fought against the needs of his body the entire time he listened to it. He knew he could move away from the vibrator, his legs weren't secured. He could pull himself up the bed and remove the blindfold and, although he couldn't touch his cock, he could stop the torment; he just didn't want to. "Don't forget we have a safe word, little one." The voice made him jump, he could still hear the water and yet Don was right next to him in the room, smelling wonderful, and he groaned. "No, I ... I won't ... don't want to use it, Sir, but please. Oh, God, touch me, please." The shower stopped and Danny realized he had spoken to no one. After a moment a hand reached over and removed the scarf from his eyes and he blinked in the light. Don climbed onto the bed next to him skin flushed from the heat of the water and hair still sparkling and wet. "So, little one, you're mine, huh? Whatever shall I do with you?" Don ran one finger down Danny's chest again, swirling around his left nipple before moving on to the right, still ignoring the almost impossibly tight nubs, much to the dismay of his lover. "Touch ... please touch them, squeeze them, need it, so bad, Donny." Danny was thrusting his chest up, begging both verbally and physically for more but Don ignore him, shaking his head before removing the vibrator from its warm berth between Danny's butt cheeks. "Do you like the handcuffs, should we leave them on for a while?" Although he was talking about things at the top of the bed Don was now concentrating on things below the waist. He blew across Danny's cock as he spoke causing it to shudder and increase the torment even more. "Yes, Sir, leave them, I ... I need," Danny stopped talking not sure if he should continue or not. He wanted to tell Don his fantasies, but didn't know if he could actually follow them through or not. "Continue." "Please, sir, make me beg to be freed, for every touch, every sensation. I want to be fucked hard, both ends, and for you to know I'm yours, always." "Very well." Don's hands were clasped together as he fought to keep his arousal under control. He reached down and stroked his own erection, aware Danny considered that his job. "If you are restrained, little one," He began his torment immediately, "you cannot do this. How do you feel about that?" The groan was explanation enough but then Danny spoke. "I could suck you, Sir, or you can fuck me, take me right now. After ... after you're finished with me, I'll hold you, suck you, do anything you want. Please ... Sir, let me be yours." Danny's mind had wandered from the question, so great was his desperation, but Don let it pass. "Maybe I should do it myself." Don straddled his lover's chest and began to pull on his long, hard tool. He felt Danny's body buck beneath him and saw desperation in the younger man's eye. "No, Sir. Oh, God, I ... I want so bad to be tied up for you, but I want to touch you, to please you, Sir." Danny didn't know what else to say and so, like a hypnotized rabbit, he stared at the hand stroking and lubricating his master's arousal. He watched as the pre-cum made it shine, saw how Don pleasured himself and tried to remember every movement. Don felt himself getting closer and closer to cumming and so, with great reluctance, he slowed his hand and finally stopped. Carefully he picked up a pillow from beside Danny and placed it underneath his head. Then, moving closer to him, and getting into a slightly more upright position, he began to stroke himself again. "Open your mouth, slut, you will suck me." Danny, his mouth already watering at the sight before him, did as he was told and then gagged as the hard meat was pushed right to the back of his throat. "So sexy, so submissive and so mine. Take my cum, Danny, take it all, uhhhh, uhhhh." The feelings as Don leant over his lover, one hand resting on the wall as his pubic hair touched Danny's nose, so close was his body to the handsome face, overwhelmed him and, after just a few thrusts, he felt himself tighten and expand. "Gonna cum, baby, gonna cum so much, oh, ohhh ... now. Ohhhhhh, fuck, Danny!" Don felt himself explode, his body jerked and, not wanting to crush his lover he pulled back, letting his cum coat Danny's face and chest before he moved away and collapsed next to him. After five minutes, where he caught his breath and then let his mind wander over what Danny had done for him, Don slowly sat up. "Baby, let me take you and wash you off. I want to carry on, if you do." "Yes, oh yes, Sir, please." Danny, who had watched the man he considered his master in the bedroom as he lay exhausted, was still aroused, still desperate to cum but also to carry on with their games. The first part had gone better than he'd dreamt; Don had been the hardest he could remember, and had shot copious loads of cum over him. He watched as, gently, Don undid the handcuffs with the key he'd left on the nightstand. Don put his arm around his lover and led him towards the bathroom. He knew there would be more, but wanted to be gentle with Danny for a while, to show him how much he appreciated what had happened so far. He turned the water on and, once the steam began to rise, stepped into the cubicle taking Danny with him. "Stand still, my precious boy, let me tend to you." "Yes, Sir." Danny could feel Don's cock, still soft, as it rested against him. He leant back so the warm, powerful heat of his master's upper body would nestle against his spine and then moaned aloud as Don's fingers finally began to play with his nipples. "Ohhhh, Sir, yes, thank you, Sir." The warmth of the water had relaxed his entire body but, as soon as he felt Don's fingers begin to tease him, the dark brown skin had hardened into pebble-like nubs again and now; finally, he got the release he had craved. "So beautiful, so sexy. Let me wash you, little one, make you ready." Don leant down and began to nibble at the soft skin beneath Danny's ear. He sucked wantonly leaving a slight redness before moving down to where his chest began. Placing open-mouthed kisses as far as he could reach, Don turned the young man in his arms so they faced each other and then began again. This time his mouth found the hard, crinkled nipples and he laved at one while his fingers rolled and pinched the other. Danny tried desperately to rub his cock against Don's body but he took a step back, leaving the younger man to hump the air in frustration. With one final suck and nip to the left breast Don moved back. "Turn for me, pet, face the other way." He squeezed some shower gel into his hand and began to lovingly lather up Danny's body. He slowly rubbed foamy circles on his back, letting his hands get lower and lower until they were kneading his cheeks on each circuit. Then he crouched down and began to coat Danny's legs with suds and pressed his face against the now washed clean ass, inhaling the scent before licking at the skin. "Turn again, baby, let me finish." Carefully, not wanting to slip, and because he was standing on wobbly legs, Danny did as he was told. Don was crouched at just the right height for his mouth to be in line with the head of his hard and unfulfilled member and Danny gasped before grabbing at Don's hair as he felt himself, at last, being sucked. "Ohhhhhh, Sir, yes, ohhhh, ohhhh ... no, Donny, please, no." Danny was just letting the feelings overwhelm him when Don moved back. "Shhh, my precious boy, all in good time." Don stood up and squeezed out some more gel. He began to lovingly massage it across Danny's chest, this time playing special attention to the nipples, knowing how sensitive they would be now they had finally got some notice. As he worked across the tanned skin Don made sure his fingers were working lower and lower. He knew that Danny was aware of every movement, every sweep of his hand, and he could hear his breathing becoming more and more ragged the closer he got to the object of his desire, Danny's erection. CSI: All He'd Ever Wanted His hand first went to the heavy balls; balls he knew were full of spunk waiting to be released. He washed them tenderly, not wanting to cause any pain or discomfort, and then he carefully worked his way up the length of pulsating flesh he wanted to taste again so badly. Once it was almost quivering in the palm of his hand Don moved in, capturing some of the lather foamed up on the pubic hair, before turning his lover for the final time and beginning to run it down the dark and inviting crevice of Danny's ass. "Ohhhh, fuck, Donny, feels so good." The warmth along with the creamy smoothness of the suds almost had Danny creaming himself there in the shower. He knew though, if he did, it would only be with permission and for the moment he thought he could hang on. "So tight, baby, so tight, open for me, let me in, that's it. Gently, I promise to be gentle." Don wasn't sure how much longer the hot water would last and so, not rushing but speeding up just a little bit, he began to push into Danny's body. When he could feel his fingertip rubbing against Danny's prostate he pulled back, enjoying the cry of disappointment from in front of him, before carefully inserting two fingers instead. "Take me, Sir. Here, in the shower, please." "I will, precious, I will." Don had finally pushed three fingers inside Danny's channel and knew he was now ready for his cock. He carefully coated himself with some more of the shower gel and then, grasping Danny by the hips, positioned himself so his tip was brushing the tight, pink portal. "Are you ready for me?" "Yes, Sir." Danny leant forward, rested his head against the tile, and then grasped a cheek in each hand to open himself up fully for his master. Don slowly pushed, feeling the sphincter tighten before, as he gradually increased the pressure, it opened up for him and he felt himself being accepted into the warm, tight hole. "Oh, baby, feels so good." Don's fingers tightened their hold on the slick flesh of Danny's hips. He pulled his lover back onto his shaft, trying not to get too carried away, as Danny spoke. "Fuck me, Sir, fuck me hard. I want to feel you all the way in and all the way out." Don couldn't hold himself back. The words of permission were all he needed and he thrust forward, impaling his lover on his cock before retreating until only the head was still inside the wonderful body. Then, with a growl of ownership, he thrust forward again, pushing the younger man against the tile and punishing him with his love. Again and again he surged forward, feeling the tightness, until, softly, holding back all his emotions, he spoke. "Play with yourself, slut, cum for me." "Ohhhh, yes!" Danny let out a moan of delight, his hand went immediately to his hard flesh, moving up and down, coating it with pre-cum and water as he felt his excitement mount. Don pushed in hard, his balls resting up against his lover's tight butt and then, as Danny cried out again, he felt himself being grasped even tighter as white hot cum shot out across the shower stall and muscles began to clench around his cock. "Oh, baby, yes, that's it, cum for me, angel, ohhhh, fuck, yes!" Don, the heat and steam adding to the experience, thrust once more into Danny before his own spunk began to fill the tight shaft. He saw Danny arch his back as he fisted himself to completion and then, after Don slipped reluctantly from Danny's body, both men slumped forward, letting the water wash away their essence before they staggered out to dry themselves and head back to bed. Don watched his lover's eyes as he slept. He hadn't wanted to wake him yet, but he could see he was stirring. "Shhh, my pet, shhh." Carefully he finished tying the two scarves around Danny's wrists and then to the bed. He didn't want him in the cuffs; somehow, even through the haze of lust, it had been too close to home, too much like finding a cop held hostage, and so he had decided to use the silken cloths instead. "Donny? What ..." Danny pulled at his arms, waking up quickly. He looked into the eyes of the man kneeling over him and then felt lips against his own. Slowly, tenderly, his mouth was plundered; he relaxed and let Don enter, the hot tongues duelling as they kissed. He tested the strength of his bonds and determined that, even if they were only soft, they were strong and he couldn't get free. "So, you want to be teased?" There was a glint in Don's eyes as he spoke and Danny felt his cock stir to the words. "Yes, Sir." Once again he was only restrained by the wrists and so Danny spread his legs, letting them splay apart and show his submissiveness to his lover. "I see." Don leant over and ran a finger across the soft skin at the top of his captive's legs. He was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and a jerking movement that made him chuckle. "Let's see what you can do with a little pleasure and pain, my sweet, what do you think of this?" Not giving Danny a chance to reply he reached out and grasped both nipples hard in his fingers. Pinching and twisting them he saw Danny arch his back and writhe with the unexpected pain. As soon as they were hard and erect he ignored them, picking up the cock ring and slipping it down onto the hardening flesh. Once that was done he flicked his fingers across the tip and heard his partner cry out. "Ohhh, fuck, hurts, Donny, please ... hurts." Tears sprang to his eyes and he clenched his fists against his restraints. "Pleasure and pain, little one, remember? He ran his hand over the now soft member lying across Danny's thigh, changing the sensations he felt completely. "Th ... thank you, Sir. Touch me again, please let me feel your hands on me." Danny looked up, the love in his eyes unmistakable and Don nodded, unable to speak, or tease, so overwhelming were his feelings for the man next to him. "Like this, baby?" His thumb rubbed across the head of Danny's cock, spreading the pre-cum and making it feel slick beneath his fingers. "Ohhh, yes, Sir, just like that." Danny could see the cockring and knew he wouldn't be able to cum easily and revelled in the power it took from him. He relaxed into the sensations in his groin, his hips thrusting to meet Don's hand as it travelled up and down the length of his arousal before groaning aloud as the feelings ceased. "So, my pet, you want me to tease you?" Don repeated his lover's request, regaining some control as his hand went to his own sex and he began to stroke that instead. "Yes, Sir, ohhh, God, Donny." "Mmm, feels so good, precious, so good." Don exaggerated his movements, undulating his hips and then pulling at one of his nipples, moaning as he did so and enjoying the sight of Danny writhing on the bed. "Please, Sir, free me, let me do that for you, want to make you cum, Don, please." Danny was pulling at his bonds, desperate to be released, so he could do to his master what he considered his job. Don had told him one night as they made love how no one had ever made him cum the way he did and he knew that to see him having to do it himself was the worst teasing Danny could imagine. "But you want to be tied. If you can't do this then I must do it myself." Again he fisted his cock and embellished the movements, he was enjoying the teasing almost as much as the sensations he caused himself. "Donny, please, Sir, just for a minute, let me free." Danny cried out and Don gently patted his captive lover's cock, and, as Danny dealt with that sensation, he felt the scarves being removed. "Thank you, Sir, thank you." "Get on the floor, on your knees." Don's voice was strict and demanding and immediately Danny did as he was told. He felt his master's hand in his hair and then he was looking up, his head held firmly. "Suck me, but don't make me cum." "Yes, Sir, I ... I mean, no, Sir." Danny licked his lips and then immediately took the whole of Don's cock into his mouth. He moved his hands to grasp at the tight and sexy butt cheeks, pulling his partner's body closer to him, swallowing furiously as he realized Don wanted him to gag on his sex until he was almost unable to focus. "Breath, baby, that's it." Don released him for a moment and he gulped in mouthfuls of air. "Again." He was forced down the hard muscle, loving the feeling of total helplessness, and then his head was free and he bobbed back. "Again." This time he was held in position until he began to see stars. Just as he felt he would have to signal his discomfort though Don released him and he gasped in desperately needed oxygen. "No more, baby, not yet." Don, his hand weaving into Danny's hair once again, pulled the younger man upright gently. "Lie back." Danny did as he was told, leaving his feet planted firmly on the floor. His member stood proudly as his chest heaved and he moaned as Don began to blow softly across its head. Don sucked at each finger of his left hand before running them slowly up the length. He avoided the top, moving back down just as slowly. Danny bucked his hips, wanting all of his shaft to be touched and then moaning when it wasn't. "Please." "Please? Please, what, my precious?" Don stopped. He didn't take his hand away but he no longer moved it. "Touch me, please, sir, the tip, touch the tip" "I don't think you want it badly enough yet." Don dropped to his knees between Danny's legs and began to lick and suck on his ball sack. With a cry of anguish and excitement Danny writhed on the bed. His body was alive with sensations and, as the pressure increased, he cried out. "Sir, want ... want to cum, Sir." Don just laughed. It was a deep, controlling sound and Danny felt his desperation grow. "Oh, no. You wanted to be teased, and I haven't even started yet." Instead of going back to what he had been doing Don licked down the soft skin towards Danny's hidden entrance. Once he had lubricated it all the way he blew against it, before repeating the process. For the next ten minutes he lavished attention on one part or another of Danny's sexy butt, moving on as soon as he knew he was getting close to cumming. By the time he stopped and looked up Danny was incoherent with lust. "Please ... now, Sir. Don, please." Danny realised that all the wonderful sensations had ceased and he looked up into the beautiful eyes of his lover. "Lie on the bed, my precious one, it's time." "Oh, thank God." Danny did as he was told, grasping his thighs and opening himself up as much as he could. He watched as Don rubbed lube onto his fingers and then cried out again as he felt the hot wet tongue begin to lick and suck at him. "Relax, pet, just one, there we go." It slid in easily and Don soon had two and then three fingers inside, making sure he touched Danny's prostate on every swoop. He could tell, even with the cock ring, it wouldn't be long before Danny had to cum and so, slowly, but not too slowly, he removed his hand and rested his own sex at Danny's portal. "Fuck me, Sir, I ... I love you, let me show you I'm yours." The adoration was there in the younger man's eyes and Don nodded. "Now and always baby, I love you too." He pushed in, relishing the warmth, the tightness and the control he had. Reaching down Don pinched at the two cinnamon nipples nestling in chest hair, pulling and rubbing them before claiming Danny's lips with his own. "Mine, precious, all mine." His hand began to stroke Danny's cock, massaging the tip on every journey until Danny raised his body from the bed, every muscle straining for control. "Cum, Sir, let me ... fuck, Donny, I can't ... please." "Yes, my little slut, cum for me." "Arghhh!" Immediately he heard the words Danny let go, his spunk flew onto his body, the cockring no longer preventing him from releasing a huge load across his body. "Ohhh, oh, oh." He had no words, his legs fell bonelessly from his grasp and, just as he began to fade away, he heard his master roar out his own completion, felt his body being filled with the hot crème he loved so much, before he experienced nothing at all. Both men had slept soundly, satiated and at ease in each other's arms until, for some reason he wasn't sure of, at almost three in the morning Danny found himself awake and no longer tired. For almost five minutes he lay watching Don as he slept on peacefully unaware of the scrutiny. Finally, even though it was early, the younger man could no longer resist and began to place soft kisses across his lover's chest. "Mmm, what a lovely way to wake up. Come here, my pet." Don lifted Danny's chin with his finger and captured his lips with his own. For a while they kissed, gently but passionately, hands and fingers teasing soft and smooth flesh or running through head and chest hair. Gradually their bodies began to rock together, their hard shafts stimulating each other and Don looked into Danny's eyes. "Wanna take you, angel, before we leave. No sir, no master, let me make love to you." Danny's eyes smouldered and he nodded. Again his lips, already blushed and bruised by the contact with his lover, were captured and he felt strong fingers begin to massage at his butt cheeks, gently kneading and spreading them, beginning the preparation he knew would culminate in his being taken once again by his partner. Although Don had said there would be no domination he still needed the sensations of being in charge and, as Danny rolled over onto his back, he pushed the younger man's arms above his head, holding them across the wrists with one hand and leaving him unable to stimulate himself. "So hot, baby, so hot for you." Don leant forward, capturing a pebble-hard nub between his teeth and then running his tongue over it. "Arghhh, Don, ohhh." Danny's body, already highly stimulated from the kissing and touching, rose from the bed. He flexed his fingers, trying to move his arms, but felt additional pressure as Don held him and accepted that, equals or not, he couldn't budge. Don's mouth travelled from one nipple to the other and then, as he began to kiss and nip at the skin, his free hand captured Danny's rock hard sex but, to his partner's dismay, he did nothing except hold it. There was no movement; not even a contracting of the fingers and again Danny raised his body, trying desperately to get Don to move his hand. "Such a slut, what is it you want, my pet?" Don looked up, his beautiful blue eyes dark with lust but still glinting with enjoyment. "Please ... please, need you, Donny, need you to move." "Like this?" Don took his hand away altogether and then captured Danny's lips as a sob escaped. For a while all Don's energy was concentrated on a mind-blowing kiss, but then, as he backed off to breathe in he began, finally, to stimulate Danny's cock. "Yes, oh, yes, don't ... please, don't stop, Donny, oh, oh, oh." His words became incoherent babbling as feelings began to overwhelm him. Don released his wrists and immediately he was pinching at his own nipples, running a hand over his chest, before pushing Don's head down further on his shaft, feeling him take it all in, gagging slightly as he did so, and then, as a finger began to play at his rosebud Danny knew he was lost. "Cum, gonna cum, can't ask ... oh, FUCK, DONNY!" His body jerked as the first shot hit the back of Don's throat. He moved a little bit so he could taste the wonderful nectar and, after swallowing the first three spurts, pulled away and watched as the rest of Danny's load splashed over his abs, his lover spasming in time to the jets of crème leaving his body. Don leant down and kissed Danny's lips; he passed the last vestiges of crème into the open mouth, duelling with the waiting tongue as he let his lover recover from his climax. Looking up Danny raised a hand to Don's face. He rested it against the rough cheek, feeling the stubble that had yet to be removed and then smiled. "Take me, Don, want to feel you, love, inside." "Are you sure?" Don knew Danny had cum hard and had a full day's work ahead of him. "Yes, please. You said you would make love to me, please, I want to watch." Danny closed his eyes as he felt his index finger being taken into Don's mouth. The feeling of it being sucked in and out began to revive his tired body and his other hand moved to his own sex, helping it back to hardness as he let his legs spread apart, wanting Don to know he was ready. Don kissed him again tenderly, loving the trust being put in him. He knelt between Danny's legs and slowly, sensuously, began to kiss and savour the soft creamy skin and ball sac before licking down towards his goal. "Oh, yes, ohhhh." Danny squirmed as he felt the wet warmth begin to suck and lick against his tight hole. He knew that Don would open him up and anticipated the sensations that always started the fantastic journey. Don furled his tongue and began to gently push against the star shaped opening. He heard Danny sigh with enjoyment and then, as the muscle relaxed, found himself being accepted in, the warm and slightly musky sensations increasing his own excitement. Unable to resist any longer Don reached a hand down to begin stroking at his own sex, getting it ready for when he would plunder his lover's ass with it. The lube was still on the nightstand and he picked it up, poured out a generous amount, and began to drip it onto Danny's skin before coating his fingers and then kissing the tanned shoulder below him. "Relax, angel, just one finger, nice and slow." True to his word Don entered at an almost leisurely rate. Danny pushed himself back, trying to speed up the process only to feel a light and playful tap on his leg. "You are insatiable, my pet, and I will not be hurried." The groan delighted him and even though he said he wouldn't, Don increased the pace until, with three fingers touching Danny's hidden jewel, he knew it was time. Coating his hands once more Don lubricated his shaft, making it glisten as he ensured it would be smooth and as pain free as possible for his mate. "Are you ready?" "Yes, sir, please, Donny, don't make me wait any longer." Danny was rubbing himself, his cock rock hard and his last climax almost a distant memory so desperate was he to cum again. Struggling to control himself he moaned aloud as he felt the heat from Don getting into position against him. "Play, show me, precious boy, show me how you play." Don was so horny now the teasing was over that it was all he could do to stop himself from plundering the body beneath him. He moaned out loud as he watched Danny do as he was told before pushing slowly until he was fully submerged in his lover's body. "Now, Donny, fuck me now." Danny's hand was a blur as he cried out and felt his partner grasp him by the hips. Don leant down and captured Danny's lips, kissing him as he thrust deeper, his bulbous head raking across his lover's magic spot over and over. Their bodies moved in unison, sweat shining on each contour, until Danny arched his back and Don spoke again. "Now, angel, let me see you cum." "Cumming, oh, my God, oh, ohhhh." His cum shot forth once more, surprising both men with its intensity and, as he felt himself being held in the vice-like grip of his mate's channel, Don plunged in one final time. "Yes, Danny, love you, precious. So good, ohhhh, Yes, YES!" His body's movements were all concentrated around his groin. He jerked and shook, his head spun and, as he felt the final drops being milked out of him, he slid, wordlessly, soundlessly, onto the bed and into the arms of his lover. The alarm went off at seven-thirty and Danny reached out to silence it. His hand sent the clock flying to the floor where it continued to ring. "Want my gun?" Don's voice was thick with sleep but the noise and the sexy sight of his naked boyfriend leaning over the side of the bed cursing and swearing as he finally beat the enemy into submission soon woke him fully. CSI: All He'd Ever Wanted "I think I killed it. Sorry." He turned, a sheepish look on his face, and kissed his mate softly on the lips. "No problem." The words, muffled by the body next to him vibrated against Danny and he moved back to laugh. "Shower, separately, otherwise we are never gonna get to work on time." Don tried to be stern but could tell by the look on his partner's face that he had failed miserably. "You first then, I'll put the coffee on. Wanna stay and grab breakfast? We never did eat last night." "Oh, I don't know, I remember eating quite well!" Don watched as Danny blushed furiously before climbing off the bed and walking, naked, towards the kitchen. Although he wanted to follow, to touch and fondle some more, Don knew his own advice was sound and so he headed for the bathroom instead. He would love to stay in bed all day with Danny but both of them were expected at their desks by ten. Breakfast had been eaten in a relaxed and leisurely fashion until, his meal finished, Don began to speak more seriously. "Danny, thank you. The preparation, the ... God, you were so hot when I got here last night." He paused for a moment, deliberating what to say next, and then took the plunge. "It's just ..." His voice trailed off and Danny looked on with concern. "What, what is it? Did I do something wrong?" "No, no, not at all. I ... I hate all the secrecy. I want to tell people, just friends, family, that we're together. I love you, Danny and I know you love me, why should we have to hide that?" He watched as Danny got to his feet, suddenly uncomfortable in his lover's presence. His hand ran through his hair and he began to speak, hesitating so he didn't offend. "I don't know. It's ... this is so new, Don. I don't think there would be problems with Mac, Hawkes, any of them but ..." he paused for a moment, "but what if there was? I love my job too, I don't want to have to give it up." Don was silent for a moment. He'd known he was gay for a long time and his family knew too. It wouldn't be a problem for him to introduce Danny as his boyfriend, his mom had already worked out that her son had a new man in his life; she just hadn't met him yet. For his lover though, it would be more than a problem, and he knew, for the time being at least, he had to back off. "Ok, we keep it to ourselves, but ... I want to take you home, meet my mom, would you do that? She ... she knows I've got someone special, told me it was written all over my face." He paused and grasped Danny's hand in his own. "She won't tell, I promise." Don breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Danny nod. There had been no hesitation, no deliberation and he knew a big step forward had just been taken, for both of them. They had two hours to get to work and knew their journey would take roughly half that. At five past nine they paused at Danny's door for one more kiss before leaving and making for the elevator. There was one person already waiting and Danny spoke to him before the lift arrived, introducing Don to Mr Baron, a neighbour from across the hall. Once inside they stood together, Danny sliding his hand across until his fingers touched those of his partner. Don turned and smiled, his brilliant blue eyes so full of love it almost took Danny's breath away. With one final look in each other's eyes the two men parted in the parking lot as Mr Baron pushed past them with a scowl. Danny had his own reserved space but Don's car was in the visitor's area near the back. As he put his jacket onto the passenger seat of his vehicle Danny heard a shout, the unmistakable sound of a car alarm going off, and then the retort of a gun being fired. Rushing towards the sound he stopped dead, his own weapon in his hand, as he saw Don unconscious on the ground his assailant delivering a vicious kick to his kidneys and then his ribs. "Police, freeze." Danny's voice echoed through the parking lot as he yelled above the sound of the alarm, and the man, who had been in the elevator, spun, a gun in his hand. "NYPD. Lower your weapon, Baron, drop it to the ground, now." He could see no movement from his lover but there was blood on the concrete floor by his head. "You! I saw you, you faggot, and all night I heard the two of you. God, you disgust me!" He moved his gun, pointing it towards Don and, knowing he had no choice, the CSI fired. Danny sat in the waiting area of the OR going over and over what had happened in his mind. He knew he'd killed his neighbour, but somehow, then and now, that didn't matter nearly as much as he knew it should. He'd called Mac as soon as his hands stopped shaking and his boss had come immediately. The parking lot attendant had called 911 and a team of detectives, internal affairs and CSIs had swamped the place. Baron's words went round and round in his head. He'd been called lots of things during his career as a cop, he'd come to expect it, but faggot? That wasn't something he thought he'd ever get used to, but he guessed, when he finally came out, he'd have to. The vision of Don, lying bleeding on the parking lot floor, made his eyes blur with tears. There had been blood beneath his head and leg, a bruise already raised on his temple and he'd been so pale, so lifeless, that he'd held his wrist, continually finding and losing his pulse, until a paramedic prised his fingers away so he could treat him. He had called Don's mom while her son had been in surgery, pacing up and down outside the building as he dialled the number he'd found on the cell phone he'd taken from his lover's pocket. She had been upset, worried, but had spoken kindly to him. "So, Danny, you're the one?" "Ma'am?" "My son has a new lover, a special man, I know that. Your voice, you care for him, he told me you were the one." He had remained silent for a moment and then swallowed hard. "Yes, ma'am, it's just ... I love him, but no one knows about us." "That's fine, I won't say anything. I'll be in the city by early afternoon, I need to see him, but you, it will be you he wants when he wakes up." The acceptance had astounded him and, when he compared it to the hatred and bigotry of Don's attacker, he prayed more people would be like Mrs Flack and less like Baron. He knew he was going to need all the back up he could get if he finally got the courage up to come out. "Danny." The voice shocked him out of his memories and he looked round. "Mac, I'd have called again but no cells y'know." He shrugged his shoulders before returning his gaze to the same piece of floor he'd been looking at for over two hours. "You finished at the scene?" Danny had left Mac in the parking garage, getting into the ambulance before his boss could object and keep him there. "Yeah, IA need you to come in for interview and you need to fill in all the paperwork." Mac Taylor sat down next to his friend and was worried by the anguish he saw on his face. He didn't know yet why Don had gone to Danny's place, but hoped he wouldn't have to wait long to find out. "No, not yet. I'll do it, but in my time, ok?" "You know it isn't. The longer you leave it the more they'll think you were in the wrong." "Baron attacked Don, unprovoked, was gonna shoot him again. What was I supposed to do, huh? Shake his hand?" His anger surged forward and Danny embraced it, grateful to be able to let some of his tension out. "No, of course not, but you know what they're like, you need to go and do it, I can wait here until his mom comes." "Mac, no, please. Let me stay." He felt the tears threaten him and he rubbed his eyes before turning away. "Danny. Look at me." Mac waited. There was something, he didn't know what, but he had worked with his friend long enough to feel his pain. "I can't. Please, trust me. I need to stay." Mac was prevented from answering by the voice of a nurse cutting into their conversation. "Detective Messer?" "Yes. That's me, here." He raised his hand before standing up and moving across to the reception desk as fast as he could. "Is he ... where is he?" "Detective Flack has just been settled in room 325, third floor. A bullet was removed from his lower right thigh, he has a concussion but, as you are marked down as next of kin, you can go up." Danny nodded, not trusting himself to speak any longer. He caught the first elevator; pressing the button and watching Mac walk in to join him. Neither man spoke as they were whisked upwards. Danny exited first, checking numbers and then stopping in the doorway to the room where his lover lay. He'd expected him to still be unconscious but, as he hovered, unsure what to do next, he saw Don's head move and then his eyes focussed on him. "Danny? Angel, sorry, so sorry." His voice was cracked and faint but Danny didn't care. He forgot about Mac, about nurses, doctors, and creeps in parking lots, and rushed to his lover's side. He grasped his hand as he sat down and pressed it to his lips, kissing it tenderly before he spoke. "Shhh, it's ok." He blinked back tears, holding a beaker of water to Don's lips as he tried to compose himself. "Next of kin, huh?" He smiled, the information had been news to him and he was flattered beyond belief. Don swallowed a mouthful of water before nodding carefully. "Mom, she said ... if ... I love you." "Enough. No more talking, rest, babe, I'll be here, when you wake, I promise." Don nodded, already being claimed by the sleep his body needed. His breathing became deep and even and finally, when he was sure it wouldn't disturb him, Danny rested the tanned hand against the bed sheets and sat back in the chair, exhausted and overwrought. Mac watched from the hallway. There was no need for Danny to tell him why he wanted to stay. The two men had kept it a well-hidden secret but the love they shared was obvious, even to him. For ten minutes he let his friend sit next to Don's bed, after he had let go of the injured man's hand, but then he entered the room, touched him gently on the shoulder, and indicated that they should go into the corridor. "Mac?" "Tell me, I can't let you stay unless you tell me." Mac's words were no more or less than he had expected but the acceptance in the older man's eyes warmed Danny's heart and he nodded. "Don and I, we're lovers, ever since ... when I was jumped." Danny ran a hand through his hair, and sighed. His own attack seemed so long ago, things had changed, his life had changed, so much since then, and now, he realized with startling clarity, it all might have ended that morning and no one, or no one who mattered, would have understood for certain his place in Don's life. "Who knows?" "You, and Don's mom, I spoke to her when ... before you arrived. She knew Don had a new lov ... lover; we'd just not talked before. She's coming in right now, guess I'll get to meet her, huh?" "How did she react?" "She was cool. Don, we talked this morning, he wanted to tell people, you, Stella, Hawkes. I wanted to wait. God, if he ... no one..." Danny slumped into one of the chairs along the wall of the hallway, his head in his hands as he realized how alone he would have been if the worst had happened. "I didn't want people to know about Peyton and me, it's natural, especially when, well, after Claire I was scared, and you and Don, some people won't be able to accept it. If you love each other then, in the end, that has to take precedence." "Yeah, I know. That guy, the one, Baron? He ... he called me a faggot, I'm gonna have to say why ... I shot him, killed him, IA will know." "It's better that way. You don't have to shout it from the rooftops, and it's more widely accepted that it used to be, but to protect yourself they need to know, about you and Don, your relationship, that way they can defend you if they have to." Danny nodded. What Mac said made sense, but then he guessed he shouldn't be surprised about that. "I'll go write my report when he wakes up. I promised I'd be here, but I'll do it today." Mac nodded and then smiled. "No problem. Want company?" "You know what? Yeah, thanks." Silence descended, the general hum of activity in the hospital took over their senses as both men sat, occasionally glancing at each other or the man fast asleep in the room opposite them and they relaxed, both secure in the knowledge that a friend and a lover had survived. "Are you sure you're ok?" "I'm fine. Will you stop hovering?" Don tried to rein in his ever-shortening temper. He knew Danny was only concerned for his wellbeing but it was getting a little wearing. "It's only been five weeks, you could use the chair." Danny looked over to where a wheelchair sat in his lounge and then back at his lover. "Mac made sure the place has no stairs." "The cane is fine. Let's go." Danny nodded, he had known there was no way Don would agree but he felt better for at least suggesting it. Don had stayed in the hospital for almost three weeks, beginning physical therapy on his leg and recovering from cracked ribs and a concussion that made him feel sick and confused for longer than he'd thought possible. Danny had written his report, spoken to Don's captain, as well as his own friends, and struck up a rapport with Don's mom, which had delighted them both. Now though the two men were about to go out as a couple with their closest friends for the first time and both were nervous. The restaurant was crowded but Mac had reserved a small alcove off to the side and Don carefully made his way past occupied tables and busy waiters and then sank into a waiting chair with relief. "Ok?" Danny was there immediately, a hand on his arm, trying desperately not to get in the way but needing to know. "Yeah, thanks." Don grasped Danny's tie and pulled him down, pressing his lips against those of the younger man and claiming them as his own. For a minute nothing else mattered and then, breaking free, he looked up again. "If I'm not I'll tell you, baby, I promise." The table was empty, apart from the two of them, and Danny kissed him once more before sitting down himself. "That's all I ask." "I know." The table filled up quickly, Mac and Peyton arrived next, followed by Stella, Hawkes and Lindsay. Food was ordered, drinks chosen and then, finally, when they knew they wouldn't be interrupted, Mac got to his feet. "A toast I think, to Don, we're glad you're back with us," he waited while everyone raised their glasses and then spoke again, "and to Danny and Don," he said no more but the smile on his face spoke a thousand words and, as the reply of 'Danny and Don,' faded away the first of the meals was placed on the table. Formalities out of the way the conversation ebbed and flowed, food was eaten and everyone enjoyed each other's company late into the night. "Phew, and I thought scientists were supposed to be boring." Don eased himself down onto the bed and flexed his leg. The ache was deep and he wished he could have a good massage to help with the pain. "Let me. Just sit there." Danny undid Don's tie and slipped it through his collar before undoing the buttons on the pure white shirt his lover was wearing. The suit pants were next and he looked up in surprise as he found Don had no shorts on. "They're tight above where I was shot, so I left them off." He could feel the tingling in his groin he always got when he knew Danny could see his cock and he looked down to see it begin to harden. "Really? You could always wear briefs." The younger man smiled and then carefully pulled the trousers off and left them on the floor, taking socks and shoes with them. "Want you, baby, want to be inside you so bad." The two men hadn't made love since Don's accident and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. "I know, I want that too, but I don't want to hurt you, love, how can we do this and not hurt you?" Danny wrapped his long fingers around the solid flesh and slowly began to move up and down. "Ohhhh, yes, don't know, but don't stop, baby, ohhh, Danny!" Don fell back onto the bed, his shirt falling away to reveal his muscular chest and he began to pull at his own nipples, desperate for stimulation and release. Danny stopped what he was doing just long enough to remove his own clothes and then climbed onto the bed. Don had moved so he was lying flat on the mattress, his hands holding tightly to the sheets as he tried not to touch himself but wait for his lover instead. For a moment Danny looked on, a thoughtful expression on his face but then, as Don saw an idea come to him, he moved and grabbed the lube from the drawer of the nightstand. He poured a generous amount into his hand and began to rub it up and down Don's sex, rubbing the tip with his thumb on each up stroke and blowing against it as his hand moved down. Don's breathing became heavy and again he played with his nipples, enjoying the sensations he had missed so much. "If this hurts you have to tell me, babe, ok?" He saw Don nod, his eyes dark with lust and he straddled his lover before grasping the hard shaft and beginning to guide it towards his tight portal. "Oh, God, Danny!" Don, realizing what he was going to do, raised his hands to hold the bed head, realizing that however much pain he was about to be in it would be worth it to get the release he craved. Danny had never made love in this position and knew Don's long hard cock would penetrate him deeper than ever before. Slowly he lowered himself, looking both forward and back to make sure there was minimal pain in his lover's eyes and that he wasn't touching the healing wound on Don's mid thigh. "Ohhhh, yesss!" His words came out as a hiss as the head of Don's tumescent member rubbed his prostate. He continued to move until, finally, the backs of his thighs touched soft but firm skin. "Tell ... tell me, Don, can I move?" "Please ... God, please, fuck me, angel, so good, feels so good." Don raised his body, trying to push himself even further into the hot sexy body above him. His thigh, protesting only at his own movements and not those of his lover, stopped him in his tracks and he rested on the bed and nodded. "Do it, want you so bad." Danny needed no further encouragement. He regulated his movements so he didn't actually touch down on Don's legs and gradually increased his speed until he was moving freely, sweat shining on his skin and causing his hair to stick damply to his forehead. Don reached up and grasped at cinnamon coloured nubs, feeling the hard pebbles between thumb and forefinger and then cried aloud as Danny returned the favour. For the first time Danny was totally in control of their lovemaking and Don let the lack of responsibility free him. He let go of a nipple and grasped the hard cock he could see in front of him. As Danny moved, ignoring the pull of his thigh muscles, so Don was able to stimulate him with little or no effort. Their breathing became laboured, grunts emulating from both of them, as they got closer and closer to their zenith. "Gonna cum, Donny, oh, God, gonna cum, now, baby, now!" His spunk shot out across Don's chest, coating skin, hair and nipples as again and again he spasmed his release. The tightening of the muscles around his own sex pushed Don closer and closer to the edge until, as Danny tightened for the last time, he cried out his own release. "Yes, Yes, oh, fuck, YES!" His body convulsed but his brain was so far removed from the pain he felt that, as his climax erupted deep into Danny, Don was aware of nothing but the feelings of liberation and relief. Danny had slid carefully from his lover's body, checked the wound and, when he was satisfied he had done no damage, cuddled up in Don's arms. "Thank you, my precious boy, I wanted and needed that so much, thank you." Don ensnared Danny's lips in a kiss of passion, sucking at the soft skin before duelling with the wet, warm muscle that slipped easily against his own. CSI: All He'd Ever Wanted "Love you, love you so much, Donny, if you'd ... what would I do, Don? I can't live without you." He knuckled away the tears that threatened him, his emotions raw after his explosive release. "Shhh, I know, I know. Baby, the important people in our lives know about us now. If anything were to happen, to either of us, we would be supported, loved, helped through the dark times. You are my soul mate and one day, when you're ready, we'll live together, as a couple, forever. Everything I own is yours, my will says so, and I say so." He paused to kiss Danny tenderly on the lips and brush away a tear. "Always, you are my own, for always." "Then marry me, Donny, take me as yours, please. I checked while you were in the hospital and in New Jersey we can have a service, I know we can." "Are you sure?" Don looked in amazement at his usually submissive partner and saw the determination in his eyes. "Yes, yes, I ... I thought I'd lost you, Don, once as a friend was bad, but ... when I saw you, laying there, the blood ... the gun ..." "Shhh, it's over, hun, you know that." Don realized Danny needed to talk; he had said nothing to him about the attack, nothing about what had happened or how he felt about it. Now, relaxed and more in control of their relationship, Don saw the younger man finally felt he could speak. "I know this is selfish, that it's you I should be worrying about but ..." for a moment he paused, grasping Don's hand tightly before continuing. "When you were there, in the parking lot, and afterwards in the hospital, I kept thinking no one would have known about us, so they wouldn't understand how I hadn't lost a friend but my partner, my life partner. I just wanted everyone to know how special you were to me, I still do. Does that make sense?" Don nodded. "Been there, pet, remember? You were so vulnerable that first night, in so much pain. We need each other, and now, well, everyone knows that, but yes, I'll marry you, but not till I've had a good night's sleep." "Tomorrow, can we make plans tomorrow?" Danny's face was creased with a smile now; his voice enthusiastic and excited and he saw his partner smile and nod. "Yes, plans, invitations, rings. Everything, my angel, anything and everything you want. But please, until then, I need to sleep." Don kissed Danny tenderly and held the younger man close. He felt hands caress his back, the soft cock of his lover pressed against his skin and, with a deep sigh, he made himself more comfortable, rested Danny's head against his chest and closed his eyes. Tomorrow was another day, another lifetime; one he knew now would hold all he'd ever wanted. The End ~ Definitely