3 comments/ 13958 views/ 6 favorites CSI:NY When You Walk By: Pelaam I was asked to write a story with this pairing by Babycas The quotes are from song lyrics and the songs and artists are listed at the end of the story. Pelaam© July 2009 * "Oh you, you're so hard to get to Oh you, you don't wanna play." "We're getting worried about Danny," Mac said, his eyes reflecting his anxiety as he spoke quietly. "Why?" Don was instantly on the alert. He had been away for the last three days and on his first day back Danny was unexpectedly off. "He looks so tired. He's skin and bone anyway, but I'd swear he's lost weight. I've seen bags under his eyes you could pack a week's worth of clothes in. He's still beating himself up over not coming up with the answer quicker in our last case. I tried to chat to him the other day, but he clammed up and almost bolted out of here." "No one knows anything? Nothing's happened recently?" Don queried. "He's got a house-guest," Mac said thoughtfully. "But that's all we know. I tried to chat before you went away, but then he talked without saying anything. You get my drift? I even tried to get him to join us all for a drink, but he wouldn't come. We care, Don, and we want to help if we can. He and you seem to hit it off well together. I thought maybe if you had a word?" Mac trailed off hopefully. "He's in tomorrow. Leave it with me," Don said squeezing the older man's shoulder. Don stared after Mac's retreating form and gave a soft sigh. He had reconciled himself to never being anything other than a friend even though his feelings for Danny had become much more than simply fraternal. Don did not know what was wrong, but the older man had no intentions of trying to take advantage of the ingénue. He gave a frown as he stood. He knew how difficult Danny really found opening up to people and his crazy, distorted self-image, but if there was a problem there was a whole team ready to help. Whether Danny realised it or not, the team did care, almost as much as Don himself. Shrugging on his jacket, Don headed home. Alone. "For it breaks my heart to be in love When you don't know" **** "Oh can't you see, you belong to me How my poor heart aches" Don watched Danny predatorily. Now that Mac had mentioned it, the younger man's lab coat did seem looser on what was already a slender frame. Don also noticed that there seemed to be weariness, a resignation, in Danny's eyes as well as dark shadows beneath them. They younger man had taken the last case too much to heart, openly berating himself for not help solve it quicker. Whatever had affected Danny so deeply had started then. He noticed a wince of pain as Danny reached for something, the blond rubbing at his upper arm, before moving closer to what he needed. 'A houseguest' Mac had said, Don's eyes narrowed, warning bells ringing and all his cop instincts sending out alert signals. He did not like what he was seeing. He fully intended to act on his concerns. Danny performed his job like an automaton, distanced in his own mind from the people around him. He wondered if things would be different today. Would today be the day that Curtis took their relationship further. A part of him shuddered at the thought; it was not what or who he wanted. However the destructive inner voice insisted that it was all he was worth; to be Curtis' toy. The older man had said as much himself. He was worthless, useless and would lose everything if his co-workers found out what a pathetic deviant he was. Glancing at his watch he noted that his shift was over. He took off his lab coat and began to move shakily towards his fate. Outside his home, Danny paused before entering. He repeated the mantra of what Curtis expected from him when he came home, petrified of making a mistake. His hand touched his underarm. He had received a brutal pinch there for putting Curtis' slippers on in the wrong order. 'Left then right' he reminded himself. He was so engrossed in his memories that he did not see the shadowy figure following him. "Was it something I did in another life? I try and try but nothing comes out right." **** "your lips are venomous poison You're poison runnin' through my veins." Danny entered his apartment and began to disrobe. His jacket was hung and his shoes were placed beneath it. His socks and shirt went into the clothing hamper that was positioned there. He looked down at his body. He hoped he was losing the fat that Curtis had pinched and shown him when he first moved in. Danny had only been having the single meal-replacement drink that Curtis insisted upon. He had not eaten anything else, determined to do something right for once. He stared at the collar that sat on the clothes peg next to his jacket. Danny was not certain he really wanted or needed a Master and still resisted the final step. Curtis had been so attentive and loving when they first met and had made it sound as though being a sub would be just what that Danny needed. To have someone who would take care of him, free him from responsibility, focus their attention on him, make him feel loved, needed, worthwhile. However, now those things seemed to be as far away as ever but Danny could not bring himself to tell Curtis to leave. If he lost the older man, if Curtis walked away from him, he would have no one, nothing and would be truly lost and alone. He entered his own sitting room, head down, awaiting Curtis' greeting. He hoped tonight would be a favourable one. He was desperate for some kind of affection. He felt so alone, so isolated, so worthless, it was almost like a physical ache deep within his chest. The discontented grunt carried to where he stood. "You're a fool, Daniel," the older man's voice cut deep into Danny's heart with its clear tone of disapproval. "Come here." The kiss was hard and demanding with hands gripping with bruising tightness, but it was affection and Danny whimpered needily. He was pushed backwards before he could lose himself in the kiss and a cold hand pinched at his stomach. "I think you're starting to lose that fat, Daniel," Curtis said. "I told you I would make you attractive." Danny glanced at his belly critically. Curtis had pointed out the excess flab the first time he had seen the younger man without a shirt. Danny had been controlling his eating under Curtis' guidance ever since. "Thank you, Curtis," he said. "Make me some coffee," Curtis responded, waving Daniel towards the kitchen. "Then I want a foot massage. I have some shirts that need pressing and my bed needs changing. I bought what I wanted to eat tonight and I expect it on time. Don't just stand there, Daniel," Curtis chided. His smile was supercilious as the blond scurried to obey. "It's taking longer than I thought, but I will break you." An insistent ringing at the front door had Daniel emerge from the kitchen with wide eyes. "Danny, it's Don. Open up." "Leave it," Curtis hissed. However, Danny did not even hear the whispered words. Not thinking about how he looked, he rushed to the door to gaze anxiously at Don. "Get dressed and get a change of clothing you won't be back tonight. Something's up." Don followed Danny into the apartment, noting the blond did not head to his own bedroom, but the guest's. His eyes raked over Curtis as he took an instant loathing of the older, corpulent man. "I'm sure you understand the demands of a job like Danny's," he said, uncaring of the furious gaze aimed in his direction. He wanted Danny out of there and away from the man that every cop instinct he possessed told him was a predator and Danny his prey. The big man's heart ached as Danny returned a look of sadness, wariness and anxiety clouding his beautiful blue eyes. "Let's go," Don said matter-of-factly. As much as he wanted to give Danny the reassurance everything was alright that he knew the blond needed, he had to get him away from the other male first. "Call me as soon as you can," Curtis said. Don bristled at the command. It was not a request and his eyes narrowed as Danny immediately agreed, his friend's orbs now holding fear. Gritting his teeth, Don turned on his heel expecting Danny to follow. Danny clutched at his overnight bag as if it was a lifeline. Don had seen, Don knew what kind of deviant he was. He would lose his friendship, maybe even his job. He bit back a groan as he saw Mac in the car and Don slipped in beside him muttering words Danny was too distracted to hear. He huddled in the back, praying that something of his relationship with the two men and his job could be salvageable. "When you feel your heart is breaking Hold on tight to your dream." **** "When you're weary, feeling small when tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all." Don kept silent as the two men entered his apartment. Then his anger erupted. Unthinkingly he spun round and grabbed Danny's upper arms, shaking the smaller man roughly. "Just what were you thinking?" he demanded. Anger evaporated instantly at the sight of the tears that immediately started to fall. "Don't hate me, please don't hate me," Danny begged, his voice hitching. "I'm sorry, Danny," Don said, pulling the blond into a hug. "I don't hate you. I could never hate you. Don't cry." "He said...he said I was fat, stupid, useless. That no one would want me near them if they knew what I was really like," Danny choked out against Don's chest. "No, Danny, no," Don groaned. "You're none of those things. I want you. I love you." Don's eyes widened as he realised what he had let escape, but Danny seemed too distressed to have understood or even heard the confession Danny's sobs wracked the slight frame and Don knew he had made a terrible mistake in acting so angrily. He held the blond tightly until just tremors remained and then manoeuvred the distressed man into his bedroom. Part of him knew he should just settle Danny and leave, but another wanted so much more. Instead, murmuring a constant litany of encouragement, Don helped the younger man strip to his underwear and into his bed. His own clothes were thrown carelessly aside. Danny was showing all the signs of descending into shock, his skin clammy, body shivering, disorientated and Don wanted to ensure Danny was sleeping naturally before he reluctantly went into the spare room. Don crawled into bed and reached out for Danny, holding the shivering man and pulling him tightly against his own warm, broad chest. Don observed angrily that Danny was too thin; he could feel sharp hip bones and could have counted Danny's ribs as he slid his hand down over the lightly furred chest. He wound himself around the slender body, trying to envelop it with his own warmth and overcome the chills wracking the man he secretly loved. From within the cocoon of his arms, he heard Danny make a soft murmur of appreciation and press himself closer. The younger man sought out his warmth, stretching along Don's body and burying his face against the junction of neck and shoulder. Don's arms tightened around him protectively, moving unceasingly, rubbing cool, bare flesh. He tried, and failed, not to notice how good the slim body felt. The shivering began to ease, the shakes becoming more intermittent. Danny's skin began to warm and to lose the clamminess that had worried Don. He felt the younger man let out a long, grateful sigh and relax slightly in his embrace, snuggling down contentedly as the last shiver receded. A new problem began to assert itself for the older man. With Danny's growing warmth came a different kind of heat. Don could not deny how good Danny felt in his arms, in his bed. It had been almost easy to push such thoughts away when they were in work and when Danny had become so distressed. Easy to try and pretend he was acting like a concerned brother, not lover. But now, with silky hair brushing his cheek, a lean body pressed against him and the feel of bare skin beneath his hand, Don groaned in a mix of need and frustration. He had dreamt of this so many uncounted, lonely times, imagining what Danny's body would feel like against him, under him, surrounding him with tight heat. At that forbidden thought, his already-erect flesh gave an involuntary throb and he heard a gasped breath from Danny. Guiltily, he loosened his grasp only to inadvertently brush across flesh as hard and needy as his own. "Danny?" He could make out wide, indigo eyes regarding him with a mix of longing and shock. Then Danny tilted his face and their lips brushed. Don groaned, seemingly aware of every millimetre of the slight body in his arms and the lips that parted enticingly beneath his. "I'm sorry, Danny. I've wanted you so long, loved you for so long. But you're not in any shape for dealing with this now. You need time." "I need you," Danny whispered. It was more than he could ever have dreamt of to even consider he might be wanted by the older man. "Please, Don." Don stared, torn between wanting to claim Danny and wanting to give the younger man time to think. He remembered Danny's vulnerability, his low self-esteem, his distorted body image. He made his decision and pressed their lips together again, licking at the seam, surging into the dark depths as Danny ceded to him. "You feel so good," he murmured. "This isn't a one-time thing, Danny," he warned before nibbling down the vulnerable throat. "I meant what I said. I love you and if you don't feel the same tell me now, while I can still stop." "I've loved you for the longest time," Danny said shyly letting a hand roam hesitantly over the muscular planes of his lover's back. "But I thought that I'd be seen as some kind of deviant. I was afraid I'd lose your friendship, my job, everything I held most dear." "There is nothing wrong in loving, Danny. I wish I'd known sooner. I wish I could have saved you from ever getting into Curtis' clutches. Let me show you how it should be, love." Don shifted to lie atop the warm body, propped up on his elbows and gazed lovingly into the awed azure eyes of the younger man, his team-mate, his friend, his... A slow smile crept across his face as he knew he could add another to the list: lover. He bent down, wanting to know every millimetre of this new and long-desired treasure. He started by kissing the corners of Danny's eye, feeling lashes flutter against his skin. He let his lips move to his lover's temple, kissing softly. He nuzzled closer, uncovering his lover's ear with his nose and giving the shell a long lick. That elicited a soft, pleasured cry. He wordlessly rumbled his approval before sucking the lobe, tasting, feeling, learning what pleased his mate most. His tongue then explored the contours of the ear, following the shape to slide deeper and Danny shivered deliciously. Danny was shuddering helplessly, tremors coursing through his body at each touch that caressed him with love. His hands were clutching futilely at Don, his breath coming in wet, open-mouthed pants. "You, what can I do for you?"Danny was amazed at the effort it cost to form and speak coherent words. "Let me love you this time, sweetheart," Don whispered hotly into the small shell. He helped Danny out of the briefs he wore and removed his own boxers. "Oh yes," Danny sighed, his voice tinged with wonder. Instinctively, his legs parted and Don took his place between them as naturally as if they had done it a thousand times before. Their shafts rubbed, hard and swollen with mutual desire and Danny moaned at the new sensation. Don ground his hips gently against his lover. He knew that this time would be quicker than he truly wanted. Danny had endured too much for anything more strenuous and, in all honesty, Don wanted the first time they made love fully to be after he had wooed the beauty in his arms. He claimed Danny's lips in another kiss, taking his time, exploring the sweet, warm cavern. "I'm so close already that I don't know how long I'll be able to last," he husked as he reluctantly relinquished the lush lips "Really?" Danny asked. "Feel for yourself." Cautiously, hesitantly, Danny took the thick shaft in his hand, and Don arched at his touch, groaning. Danny instantly stilled, looking for permission to continue. At the nod he began exploring it curiously, committing everything about this new part of the older man to memory; its length, girth, slight curvature, how it felt hot and hard in his palm. He let his fingertips glide lightly along it, circling the head, following the curve up to the tip. He spread the slick fluid seeping from the tiny slit over the domed head and down the shaft to a low, deep groan from the older man. Don could stand it no longer. His hand caught Danny's wrist and held him still. He took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut, concentrating deeply. Danny waited in silence, apparently understanding the older man was too close. After a few seconds, Don let out his breath. "I told you," he said "You are so beautiful," Danny whispered. He let everything he felt for Don show in his eyes. At that moment Don knew that just as he had fallen hopelessly, helplessly, in love with the younger man, incredibly, jubilantly, the feeling was returned. It took his breath away with its promise. What he now wanted, now needed, was to bring his beautiful, exciting, adorable lover to the most intense climax of his life. His eyes lit up with anticipation. Danny saw and his own eyes widened, uncertain as to what the look foretold. "Don?" he whispered. Don resumed kissing him slowly and deeply. He wanted his lover to be as aroused as he could make him, not concerned about what they would do. "I'm thinking of all the things I intend to do to you and with you," he husked in a low sultry tone. "Once this is behind us and I've wooed and won you." Danny's hips raised, his hard erection grinding against his partner's groin as the seductive words were burnt into his memory. "I'm already yours," he moaned. "Just as I'm yours, sweetheart," Don vowed. He reached for Danny's erection to feel for the first time the slender, throbbing shaft, the perfect curve, the smooth head, the hard orbs in their velvety sac. As he stroked his lover's length, his own erection throbbed in tandem. He encouraged the lush lips to part and engaged the slick muscle inside in an ageless dance. He relished the long, satisfied mewl from the man in his arms. Don synchronised deep, sensual plunges of his tongue with slow, firm strokes of his hand. Almost immediately, Danny was writhing erotically beneath him, his body silently begging for more, for completion. Low whimpers were almost ceaseless as slender hands opened and closed pleadingly against Don's back. "Is it good, my love?" the older man asked. "Yes, yes, oh, Don." Danny was beyond words to express how he felt or what he needed. He gave himself completely to the older man, trusting Don to care for him. His body arched as he was pulled higher, inexorably to the climax he could feel building within him. Don's lips were at his throat, biting, sucking, marking. Another stroke, one more, the powerful hand cupped his sac, rolling his high, hard orbs making him cry out. Another slow, deliberate stroke and suddenly he was coming, sobbing incoherently, clutching at Don. The convulsions that shook his slender body seemed to go on forever before he fell back against the pillows, limp and spent. As Don watched the younger man reach his peak, the sensation of his release pumping over Don's hand was enough to trigger the older man's climax and his seed jetted onto Danny's skin. "Sorry," Danny whispered sadly as he regained his wits. "Danny?" "Sorry, couldn't stop it," Danny murmured, regret in the expressive orbs. "Don't ever feel sorry for coming apart at my touches," Don admonished, locking his ardent gaze with the saddened one. He shook Danny for good measure. This was too important for the younger man not to hear correctly. "Have you any idea how seeing you give yourself to me, come at my touch, made me feel? I felt so good I came with you, love, and you weren't even stroking me." Don could see at the confused look that it was something the younger man had not considered. Don made a mental vow to help his lover improve his self-esteem. "I want that, Danny. I want that very much." He kissed the lush lips and felt the tension leave the thin frame. CSI:NY When You Walk To his overwhelming relief, the eyes blinked and focussed on him with joy and love shining from them and a smile crossed his lover's face. "Thank you, Don," Danny said. "Let me clean you off, love," Don smiled. Don slid out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. He rinsed himself quickly and returned to his lover with a cloth soaked with warm water. He got back under the covers and gently wiped down Danny's abdomen, earning a sleepy sound of appreciation. Then the cloth was dispatched to lie wherever it landed. As Don stretched out, Danny moved into his arms, curling up into his side and snuggling down against him with a contented sigh. "Good night, Don," he murmured, his words already slurring with sleep. Don pressed a kiss to the silky hair. "Good night, love." He listened, his heart filled with joy, as Danny's breathing slowed, grew deeper, more regular. He had the man he loved in his arms and he had never been happier. "Destiny has once again surprised me, oh destiny must want you here beside me." **** "When you walk through a storm, keep your head up high and don't be afraid of the dark" "Ok, Danny, this is where you take back control from Curtis," Don smiled reassuringly as the stood outside the younger man's apartment. "You go in there, you order him out. I'll be waiting here if he proves difficult and Mac is in the car park downstairs. He'll make sure Curtis gets in and drives away so you know he's gone. You can do this." "I can do this," Danny nodded, reassuring himself as much as agreeing with Don. He was pulled into a tight hug. "I'm glad you're here," he murmured as Don bent to give him the kiss he needed. "I'll always be here," Don replied as they broke apart. He nodded as Danny put the key in his lock. He saw his lover take a deep breath and then disappear inside the apartment. Taking his own deep breath, Don waited for Curtis to exit Danny's apartment and Danny's life. "About time you got back. You didn't call." Curtis' voice sounded petulant and Danny wondered what it was he ever saw in the older man. "Get your things together and leave, Curtis," Danny said, surprising himself with the bluntness of his words. "You got to me at my lowest ebb. I realise now just how manipulative you've been. Now it's over. I want my apartment back and I want my life back." Curtis stared disbelievingly. He had been so close to breaking Daniel. Just a few more days at most and the younger man would have been begging to be taken, to serve him. Anger scorched through his veins. Rational thought vanished, replaced by primal fury and lust. Danny had turned away from him and Curtis slipped off the leather belt he wore. Fashioning it into a crude loop, he dropped it around Danny's throat, pulling it tight as he wrapped an arm around a thin waist to manhandle Danny into the bedroom. Danny choked and tried to twist free from Curtis' grip. The bigger man was pushing him towards the bedroom and although Danny knew Don would come in if Curtis did not come out, he was afraid the bigger man might succeed in assaulting him. He twisted and managed to knock some books to the floor. He almost sagged with relief as Don came bursting into the room, his gun drawn. "Let. Him. Go." Don's voice was as dark and dangerous as Danny had ever heard and his eyes glittered furiously. "I'm walking out of here," Curtis said, keeping his grip on Danny. "He's not going to make charges and you're not going to stop me." Danny knew Cutis was right and that made him furious. With a growl of anger he stamped hard on Curtis' foot, drove an elbow into the older man's midriff and twisted free. Yanking the belt from around his throat he took the few steps necessary to be at Don's side. He stared at Curtis who seemed to have visibly shrunk. However, before Don could do or say anything further, Mac came in. Danny stood as close to Don as he could as his lover re-holstered his gun and listened to Mac cite Curtis' car registration number. "That is your car, Mr Willis?" Mac asked almost casually. "Yes," Curtis said, sticking his chin out. "Good," Mac smiled, but his eyes remain glacial. "It seems there are several unpaid fines on it. You can accompany me to the station and we can check out whether there is anything else on your record." Curtis face paled and his jaw dropped. He had forgotten the speeding tickets and parking fines that he always intended to get around to paying. "I'll get your car towed away, there will be a charge to recover it," Mac continued almost conversationally as he guided the silent man out of the apartment. "I'll see you two later," he added. Don pulled Danny into a tight hug as soon as Mac had shut the door. "You did it, love. You stood up for yourself and he's out of your life. Now we can start with ours. I love you, Danny." "Love you, too, Don. So much," Danny sighed. He hugged Don back. He still had his job, his friends and now a lover who cared as much for him as he cared for them. Things were finally looking up. "I need a hero, I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night" **** "They say love conquers all. You can't start it like a car. You can't stop it with a gun." Danny looked up shyly at Don as the waiter came to take orders for coffee. "Two cognacs," Don ordered. He selected his choice from the menu and the waiter nodded before moving away. "You trying to get me drunk?" Danny whispered with a grin. "Nope, but I do want you relaxed and this seemed like a good way. Just sip it, enjoy the buzz and let me look after you," Don smiled. Don had selected an upmarket restaurant with an intimate booth for the prelude to their first night of full sexual intimacy. Looking across the table into Danny's love-filled eyes, he was pleased he had taken the time and effort. The thought of what they would do when home had him harden every time and he needed as much as Danny to be relaxed. The meal had been leisurely and light. He had chosen oysters on the shell, followed by a plain green salad. The main meal had been honey-glazed lamb medallions with baked cherry tomatoes. They had consumed a bottle of champagne and would finish off with the brandies. Don cast a quick glance at his watch. He had a limo picking them up in thirty minutes. Perfect timing. **** As the two men entered the apartment they came together in an embrace, mouths seeking counterparts and melding together as tongues danced to a rhythm only they could hear. Jackets slithered to the floor to lie in the hallway. Shirts were discarded to fall at the bedroom door where they accompanied the shoes toed off as lips explored bared necks and torsos. Pants fell to lie a few feet from the bed, pooling together to await socks and briefs. The two men eased onto the bed, hands constantly touching and caressing and lips kissing. Their bodies rubbed and surged, hard flesh meeting and parting to soft moans of shared pleasure. Finally they broke apart, panting and gazed at each other. Don locked eyes with Danny and got the nod he needed to continue. "Lie on your back," he growled his voice rough. The younger man shivered as he complied. Absent-mindedly he sucked at his bottom lip holding it between his teeth waiting for Don to move. Don gently but firmly spread Danny's legs so he could settle in between them. There was lube and two packets of condoms. Don picked them up to look at them. "I know we're both clean, Don," Danny whispered as he stopped Don from opening the packet. "But I didn't want to presume..." he trailed off, as the older man's eyes seemed to pin him in place. "You'd like bareback?" Don asked. He needed to be absolutely certain of Danny's needs. "I want to feel you, feel us," Danny said. "I want to know it's real. But if you prefer to use protection then I respect that." Almost as the words had passed his lips they were possessed with passion and his mouth ravished by Don's tongue. He locked gazes with the older man. "Bareback," Don husked, throwing the condoms into the bin at the side of the bed. The thought of no barrier between them had his already eager erection throbbing, demanding it be buried in his lover's heated depths. Don tried to will it into obedience, knowing Danny needed careful preparation. Opening the tube, Don squeezed the gel onto his fingers and rubbed them together. Then he brought his hand down. His thumb brushed against the swell of Danny's buttocks, eliciting a tremble and a moan from the younger man. Don looked at Danny, still biting his lip, following his every movement from half-closed eyes. "If I do anything that hurts you, tell me," Don requested gently as his fingers found and slid along, the crease between Danny's mounds. "But you won't hurt me," Danny replied, confidently tilting his hips upwards and urging Don's fingers closer to his entrance. If there was one thing he could be sure of, Don would never deliberately hurt him. "Promise me," Don insisted, keeping his touch light and teasing. "I promise," Danny said softly. "I love you." "I love you," Don replied in a whisper as his fingers found the hidden opening. He let his finger nudge against it, stroking lightly until it flexed its welcome. He pushed inside, there was resistance, then give, just enough to let the tip of Don's finger breach Danny's body. Heat seared it, and a gasp echoed loudly in the bedroom, the older man neither knowing nor caring from whom it originated. Don rested the palm of his free hand on Danny's flat stomach and rubbed soothingly. "Let me in, love," he urged gently, pressing his finger deeper until fully enveloped. He drew it back slowly, watching his mate carefully. The younger man's face was tense, but his eyes were darkened and desire-filled. Soft gasps escaped his lips and Don leant forward to ravish them once more. He coated two fingers letting them slide back into Danny's tightness. The flicker of pain on Danny's expressive face faded as quickly as it had come. However, he tilted his hips upwards, driving the digits deeper inside, quelling any of Don's concerns before they could take voice. Don took his time easing his fingers inside his lover's tightness. Slowly he began spreading them to widen the narrow strait. The soft, low moans from Danny's lips encouraged him as he added a third finger. Tenderly the older man rubbed his free hand over Danny's flat belly in circles. His intention was on keeping his virginal mate relaxed as he was prepared. The silver pool that glistened enticingly on the toned stomach beckoned silently. Giving into temptation, he bent and licked his lover's pre-come, his own moan of appreciation harmonising with that of Danny's desire. Although still nervous about the ultimate joining, it was what Danny wanted, what he needed. To be a part of the man he loved and to take Don inside him. As such he was writhing, grinding against the fingers gently thrusting into him and moaning his encouragement. The little he knew of making love was enough for him to understand what Don was doing and why. He remembered how he had come almost instantly the first time Don's tongue had swept across his hidden entrance. They had petted and touched, but this was new, special and Danny had no frame of reference by which to compare the sensations. He was committing each new one to memory to replay and savour again and again. A feeling of invasion had given way to satisfying fullness and then to igniting sparks as Don had brushed against his prostate setting him aflame. Danny mewled in denial as Don pulled his fingers from him, leaving him bereft and aching to be filled once more. "Don," he breathed, lifting his head and catching Don's gaze. "Please." The older man smiled and Danny's eyes wandered down his lover's body, over the toned chest and abdomen, coming to rest on Don's damson-hued staff. He knew he wanted to feel Don's impressive erection filling the void his fingers had left. He blinked as Don captured his hands and coated his fingers with lube. "Make me ready, sweetheart," Don rasped. His hands trembled as Danny reached to spread the viscous fluid over the flesh that would unite them. The groans from Don's lips made the younger man realise just how much his mate wanted this, too. "Enough, love," Don smiled. "Want to be inside you when I come." Instinctively Danny tensed as Don began to enter him. The older man's erection was thicker than the fingers that had stretched him. Insistent pressure became more demanding, a flash of pain and then Don slid inside him. Danny took deep breaths, forcing himself to stay calm. He could hear Don talking to him, murmuring a string of reassuring words and endearments. He shifted his focus to the voice, letting the litany of love flow over him, helping his protesting muscles relax and accept the desired intruder. "I'm sorry, love." Don was divided by conflicting sensations. His shaft was in heaven and his body wanted to finally allow the much desired completion. However, his mind was aware of his mate's discomfort and the need to stay still, to give Danny time to adjust. "It's okay," Danny assured. "It's okay," he repeated. Don claimed the lush lips once more, stroking Danny's softening shaft and nudged his hips forward another inch. He felt his lover tighten then relax around his erection, accepting a little more. He waited a few moments and pushed forward another fraction. Danny squirmed, but eased more quickly. After several more careful increments, Don was fully sheathed inside. He panted almost in synchronisation with his lover. He was buried to the hilt in searing, velvet tightness. He was in the man he loved. Nothing he had ever experienced could equal how he felt at that moment. It seemed as though Danny had been made to fit him, or he Danny, it did not matter which. This was where and with whom he wanted to be for the rest of his life. "Move? You must need to move," Danny whispered, his voice, uncertain. He knew from the sensation of the hard, unyielding flesh throbbing inside him that Don had to be keeping a tight rein on his body. Don almost sagged with relief, knowing that Danny was ready to go further. His erection was eagerly seconding Danny's suggestion and it took all of the older man's willpower not to accede to its demands. "In a minute, love," he said. "I can wait," Don added firmly. To take his mind off his own body's needs, he moved his free hand over Danny's hip to gently grasp his softened shaft. Danny's erection had faltered, but after a few firm strokes it began to harden once more. "That feels so good," Danny moaned. He was relaxing, trusting the older man to protect him here just as he would in a dangerous situation. He squirmed, with re-awaking desire remembering how Don's fingers had felt, and wanting to experience that sensation again. He heard Don's steadying breath. His lover carefully pulled his hips back, and then made a gentle, slow, undulation forward. Danny gasped and tried to reciprocate. "Lay still, babe," Don urged him. He carefully stoked the fire inside Danny, keeping his moves smooth and slow. He felt his lover's shaft grow steadily in his hand, responding to the dual stimulation. Feeling his mate had relaxed sufficiently Don thrust a little more deeply, this time nudging the little gland he had aimed for. Arching his body, Danny cried aloud at the new sensation. His whole body shuddered. It was beyond anything he had felt earlier, instantly lighting every nerve ending along his body. His hardness throbbed not just from Don's hand, but also in tandem with Don's own flesh within him. He could now feel every long, hard inch of his lover without pain. He whimpered needily as Don began a steady, rhythmic thrusting, hitting his sweet spot on each deep inner stroke. The older man moaned as he fell into an ageless dance, thrilling at Danny's impassioned responses. He could feel his lover's erection hard, slick and eager. Danny's unrestrained cries fuelled him on, enrapturing him with dulcet sounds of delight falling from kiss-swollen lips. He felt a trembling began deep within his young lover which made him openly groan as the narrow strait grasped his flesh even tighter. "Don, it's so good," Danny husked. "Never felt this way. Love you, love you." "You're incredible, "Don breathed, kissing him between his words."So good, so perfect, want to stay here forever." He knew Danny was close and his desire was to make sure his lover came before him. From the tremors he could feel in the lithe body it would be soon. It would take just a few more strokes of hot, damp flesh, a few more thrusts into the still-tight passage. Don grunted as it suddenly clenched around him. Danny wailed as his orgasm crested and washed over him, engulfing him in waves of pleasure he had never dreamt existed. He shook, trembled, and erupted in Don's insistent hand. His lover milked him of all he had as hard flesh continued to rub his prostate extending the bliss. He moaned wantonly as wet heat began to pulse inside him as Don reached his own pinnacle. The sudden spasming of his lover's passage clamped down on Don with a force that almost took the older man's breath away. He managed a few final feral thrusts and climaxed just seconds behind Danny. He dropped his head against a shoulder, sucking at the soft, warm skin as his essence filled the still contracting channel. He let the sensations wash over him as his hips continued to thrust, easing into a desultory glide in the slick strait. It took several long moments for Don to regain his wits. Soft kisses were traded until Don's softening flesh finally slid from its haven. Danny spread himself eagerly as a warm, wet tongue laved his body. He smiled as Don's lips captured his own once more, the taste of himself in the older man's mouth sending tendrils of lust to stir restlessly low in his stomach. He blushed at the feral grin on Don's face as the older man drew back. "It's okay, sweetheart," Don whispered, letting his hands slide across sensitive inner thighs. "I'll take care of you. I love you." Kissing Danny, he let his tongue slip naturally into his mate's dark cavern. "Love you, Don," Danny panted, his arms and legs wrapping around the bigger body. "I love you." Don drew Danny into a tight embrace, his hands possessively roaming over the soft, warm body. He was quite certain that despite the explosive orgasm Danny had just experienced, he could coax another from the younger man. He began to slide down the slender torso to feed at the irresistible nipples relishing the impassioned cry of his name. It was going to be his pleasure to teach Danny what love was for the rest of their lives. "you were sent to me for one reason, I can tell you you're here to show me what love can be." * Songs: 'From the end of the world' ELO 'You don't know' Helen Shapiro 'Every step you take' Police 'Bad Karma' Warren Zevon 'Poison' Alice Cooper 'Hold on tight' ELO 'Bridge over troubled water' Simon and Garfunkel 'Destiny' Gloria Estefan 'You'll never walk alone' Gerry and the Pacemakers 'Hero' Bonnie Tyler 'Searching for a heart' Warren Zevon 'Along came you' Gloria Estefan