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Fic: Fly Away (AU, CSI:NY) Chapter 10 (11/15)
Title: Fly Away
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Characters: CSI:NY general cast
Prompt: 076. Rebirth
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Spoilers for Run Silent, Run Deep, Slash, Threesome, serious AU
Pairing: Don/Danny, Danny/Mac, Mac/Don
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
For a minute, they stared at each other in silence. Both couldn’t believe what had just happened, not entirely. Finally, Danny chuckled breathlessly and kissed Mac softly. “Do I get a ring?” he asked.
Mac’s hands settled on his hips, with his thumbs stroking softly over the material of Danny’s shirt. “You want a ring?”
Danny nodded empathically. “Hell, yes,” he exclaimed.
Mac grinned. It was something so unexpected that Danny couldn’t help but answer with a grin of his own.
“Okay, hang on.”
Mac turned the chair towards his desk. He knew what he wanted, he knew exactly where it was.
“Before – before Claire died, she told me to get my priorities straight and make you an offer,” he explained softly. Talking about Claire still hurt so much, but Danny now had a right to know some things. “She knew how I felt about you, but she also knew me…she knew that I wouldn’t say anything…not without her pushing me in the right direction.” His groping fingers finally found what he’d been looking for, right where it was supposed to be, at the back of his top drawer. He pulled the small box out and opened it. “She bought this the night before…before the towers fell, and told me to give it to you before someone else got to his or her senses.”
He held up the ring. It was simple, but to Danny, it looked perfect.
“It’s beautiful,” he whispered, before coughing and chuckling a bit. “It’s beautiful,” he repeated, louder this time.
Mac traced a fingertip along his neck. “Put it on your chain,” he said warmly. “It won’t get lost then.”
Danny nodded and took the ring from Mac’s fingers, while already pulling the chain from under his shirt. “Will there be a ceremony? When? What am I going to wear? What are you going to wear?”
Mac laughed at Danny’s enthusiasm. “We can have a ceremony, if you want. We can talk about that later. For now – Don is there.”
Danny climbed off Mac’s lap, a faint blush spread over his face. “You don’t mind…?”
Mac shook his head slightly. With everybody else, he realized, he probably would mind, because he knew perfectly well what Danny was planning, what Danny and Don were doing in the privacy of their rooms. The walls of his apartment weren’t that thick. But Don was different.
Some of his emotions obviously had played over his face, and Danny nodded and asked softly: “You’ll never tell him – because you’re his keeper.”
Mac didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Danny understood even without words.
“I love you, Mac,” he said. “We love you.”
And with those words he left.
Mac watched his retreating back and smiled. Claire would have been proud of him.
**
“Flack!” Danny summoned sharply and hastily went after his old friend. He hadn’t seen him for almost three weeks now – after four days at the hospital, to make sure that his wings were developing like they should and to make sure that the stitches didn’t get infected and healed nicely, they had let him go home, but he’d been mostly alone there.
He hadn’t seen Don once in these boring weeks of sick leave. He’d always managed to escape him. Danny had been sure that Don had slept at the precinct, but Mac had assured him that wasn’t the case. And yet, Don had disappeared, and so Danny finally got dressed, which was a task on its own, with the still unfamiliar feeling of wings, and had made his way down to the precinct, only to find a deserted desk with an opened letter on it.
Of course he’d read it. And now he half-wished he hadn’t. But there was no use for crying about spilled milk, and so he went to the lab. He knew that Don would, sooner or later, come there. And while he waited, he could just as well talk to Mac about the whole situation, he’d decided. Mac’s offer had totally thrown him for a loop.
“Danny,” Don acknowledged when he saw him and shifted slightly. “What –“
“Shut up and start walking,” Danny said harshly, “unless you want me to bend you over the next desk here at the lab.”
“Messer, I’m working here,” Don hissed, but Danny simply grabbed his arm and pulled him along, towards the elevator.
“Now, you’re taking an early lunch break,” he informed him without releasing his arm from his grip.
The moment his wings had dried and strengthened a bit, he had been able to lift his own weight off the floor, and the doctors had reassured him that everything was okay. But the lab was still on the 35th floor, and Danny was sure that his wings, with the muscles still being weak, wouldn’t keep him and Don in the air, and so he opted for the easier way to get to the ground floor. Besides, even if the stitches were out, he still had the cuts in his back, and he didn’t want to reopen them.
He had plans.
**
As soon as they’d entered the apartment, Danny pressed Don against the wall, using all of his weight to his advantage. His lips found Don’s, and his tongue sneaked out to lick over Don’s bottom lip.
“I haven’t seen you in almost three weeks,” he grunted, “Why are you avoiding me, Don?”
Every word was accentuated by a nibbling kiss that left Don's lips red and swollen, before the taller man finally tore away from him and let his head fall back against the wall. Danny didn’t stop his assault just because of that. He pressed a line of open-mouthed, sucking kisses over Don’s jaw and throat, while his fingers pulled impatiently at the dark-blue tie around his neck. He didn’t pay any special attention to the subdued pattern of thin purple stripes, before the knot became undone and he could start to unbutton the white shirt Don wore. He pulled the shirttails from Don’s pants and brushed the soft material off Don’s shoulders, trapping Don’s arms in the sleeves. The whole time his lips never left Don’s face and throat.
“Danny – no,” Don panted and half-heartedly tried to get away, but Danny only slammed him back into the wall and rubbed the heel of his right hand over Don’s already half-hard cock. “You – Danny, stop,” Don moaned. “You’re injured…” He couldn’t stop the involuntary twitch of his hips forwards against Danny’s hand and the friction of rough fabric on his over-sensitized skin.
“I won’t stop,” Danny whispered. His breath was coming in shorter gasps now as well, but it was by far not as labored as Don’s. “If I have to choose between them and you…”
Don stilled. “You’d still take them,” he said quietly. His eyes never left Danny’s.
“Maybe,” Danny admitted after a moment, “but you’ll be a very close second.”
Don laughed tiredly, a bitter laugh that sounded hollow, even to his own ears. “You have everything, Danny. I’m nothing. I’m broken. Damaged goods.” He pulled his shirt from his elbows back up, leaving it trailing open, but his arms free and his movement unrestricted.
“Shut up,” Danny snapped and crushed their mouths back together. The sharp edge of his teeth cut painfully in Don’s lip. They both tasted the metallic tang of blood when Danny’s slick tongue pushed between his lips, over the small wound, running over the hard surface of his teeth before entwining with Don’s, curling around it and stroking along it. Finally he encouraged it to follow back into Danny’s mouth, which allowed Danny to gently suck and nibble on it.
His left hand hadn’t left Don’s shoulder, but his right one was still brushing against the front of Don’s pants in teasingly light strokes. His eyes behind his glasses, knocked slightly askew on his nose, burned with intensity as his left hand glided over Don’s chest, tracing his pectoral muscles through the worn cotton of the thin t-shirt he was wearing underneath his shirt.
“You’re mine,” he growled quietly and pulled down the zipper of Don’s pants. “Mine, you hear me?”
Don didn’t answer, but when Danny took a step back to simply look at him, he groaned in protest and reached for the smaller man with trembling hands.
“I’m still me, you idiot,” Danny said softly.
He pushed Don’s pants and underwear carefully down while kissing him again. The smell, sound, and taste of Don, so painfully familiar and yet so different every time, aroused him to the point of painfulness, and he rubbed his trapped erection against Don’s hip for a moment before he could stop himself. Don moaned softly and thrust towards him, and Danny leaned against him for another deep kiss, before wrapping a hand around Don’s erection, stroking roughly up and down a few times.
“You’re hot like this,” he murmured through clenched teeth and stilled his hand. The soft groan Don couldn’t stop from escaping shot through his body like lightening, making his skin tingle and his own cock twitch.
“Don…”
“Messer!” Don hissed, “Don’t you ever shut up?”
“Don’t worry,” Danny smirked. Slowly he sank to his knees and looked up through his lashes at Don who was worrying his lip with his teeth. His fingers scrabbled at the wall he was leaning against, and when Danny leaned forwards and licked a broad stripe over his cock, directly in front of his face, Don’s whole body snapped forwards in an almost painful looking arch.
Danny pushed him back and held him firmly in place with his hands pressed into Don’s slim hips before leaning forwards again and sucking the head of Don’s cock into his mouth. The taste exploded on his tongue, and he couldn’t stop himself from moaning and taking Don deeper, until the tip hit the back of his throat and he had to pull back if he didn’t want to gag.
It wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever given. It was messy, the hard floor was hell on his knees, his jaw had started to hurt and when Don came with a sharp hiss and with his hands tangled in Danny's hair to hold him close, he himself was still very much aroused. However, he still took his sweet time, cleaning Don off with his tongue and soft kisses. His hands had left finger shaped red and white spots on Don’s hip, spots that would eventually turn into bruises. Don’s head had fallen back to rest against the wall, and from his position Danny could only see the long line of his throat while Don panted softly.
Danny waited a moment until he could be sure that Don's knees wouldn't give out before standing up. He tangled his hands in Don’s short hair and pulled him down for another kiss.
Not a word was spoken as they stumbled together into the bedroom, tugging at Danny’s clothes and kissing, biting at each other’s lips with their bodies pressed close to each other.
Danny pushed Don down on the mattress and crawled over him, straddling his hips and rubbing against him; while kissing him again. His hands pushed at Don’s t-shirt and glided underneath it, over old scars from the bombing – the bombing that had destroyed Don’s wings beyond the point where they could be saved.
His hands and lips knew those scars; he knew Don’s whole body almost as intimately as his own, and yet it was as if he’d never touched it as he pushed up the shirt and kissed along the arch of a rib and over the rough surface of scar tissue. The tip of his tongue traced along the length of the scar on Don’s stomach before it dipped briefly in his navel.
“Danny…” Don leaned up on his elbows, one hand insistently tugging on Danny’s hair, “Danny, stop. You’re still injured…Danny!” He pulled on his t-shirt, letting it fall down over his stomach and hiding the scars from view again.
“The doc said they’re fine as long as I don’t put too much stress on my back,” Danny answered. “And I haven’t seen you in weeks. It’s almost been a month.”
He raised and quickly stripped, fighting a bit with his shirt before pulling it over his head and not caring about the ruffled feathers. He shook them out briefly and tried to ignore the look Don gave him before he re-folded them carefully, letting muscles settle in a natural position, and crawled back on the bed. He helped Don to take off the t-shirt and dropped it on the floor before tossing his glasses on the nightstand.
“What have you planned?” Don asked, amusement evident in his voice.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Danny replied easily and smiled. “Turn around.”
“Are you sure?” Don asked, but he already moved and settled on his stomach.
Danny ran his hands lightly over his back. “Why not?” he asked and bent down to press a line of kisses along the scars on Don’s back, where his wings had been.
“You’re injured,” Don reminded him and arched when Danny’s lips brushed over a particularly sensitive spot near his shoulder blade.
“I’m fine, Don,” Danny whispered and licked over the rim of Don’s ear. “Trust me.”
His wings fluttered slightly in excitement as his hands wandered lower, over Don’s spine and finally over the firm muscle of his ass. His fingertips brushed lightly over warm, soft skin, and with a sigh, Don gave in. He visibly relaxed and spread his legs slightly.
“That’s it,” Danny grinned and pulled the lube from under the pillow. It had been there for the last three weeks, and no matter how uncomfortable that had been for Danny, he wasn’t willing to put it away. He still had had the hope that Don might appear.
And now, Don was here, and he was here, and he was going to fuck him good, he promised himself while quickly, but carefully, preparing Don. One finger, two fingers, three fingers, and Don moaned softly into the pillow and clenched his fingers into the bedspread while he moved with Danny and wordlessly begged for more. Danny grinned and pulled his fingers away.
“Turn around,” he ordered again. “I want to see your pretty blue eyes.”
He pushed a pillow under Don’s hips and pulled Don’s legs over his shoulders before grabbing the bottle of lube one more time and slicking his own erection. The touch of his own hand had him clench his teeth, and he took a careful breath before pushing forwards, against, and into Don’s body. He stilled briefly to give Don time to adjust, and to push a bit against the leg over his right shoulder.
Don moaned softly as Danny slid into him and stilled.
Feathers glided along his calf, got caught in the short hair there and tickled him slightly. Don laughed breathlessly. “Why take the feather when you can take the whole chicken,” he teased gently. Danny only frowned and hitched Don’s leg higher over his shoulder.
“Are you saying I’m a chicken?” he asked before he leaned down and attacked Don’s mouth in another hungry kiss.
“You’re the one with the feathers,” Don pointed out and pushed back, against Danny. “It clearly indicates…” he stopped with a strangled little gasp as Danny started rocking against him, pulling out and thrusting back into his body with the urgency of almost painful arousal.
Danny didn’t last long. The tight heat of Don around his cock, the hard muscles of his chest under his hands and Don’s lips against his own as they shared kiss after kiss quickly overwhelmed him and pushed him over the edge of orgasm and into boneless, limp satisfaction.
**
“Move,” Don ordered after a while, “You’re shedding.” He lifted a shaky hand and brushed it over Danny’s sweat-damp hair where the other man’s head rested on his chest.
Danny smirked lazily at him and sat up before he stretched. “Technically, it’s molting, not shedding.”
“Whatever you’re calling it; you’re leaving feathers all over the place.” Don rolled over and picked one up. When holding it up against the light, it looked as if it was still reddish, but the color of Danny’s wings had darkened to a darker brown. They were even darker than Mac’s, who had surprisingly colorful wings.
Danny coughed to get Don’s attention back to the present. “I’m not giving you up. We’ll find a way,” he said softly, proving that he was still the same, just with the difference that, when bouncing excitedly, he now left feathers behind; and when he was really excited about something, he was not only bouncing, but sometimes flying several feet in the air before he remembered that he had wings again and fluttering them lifted him off the ground. If he wanted to prevent his head hitting the ceiling, he had to stay with both feet on the ground.
Don sighed. “Do you want that back?” he asked and waved the feather. He didn’t want to think about leaving, and even less did he want to talk about it with Danny. Changing the subject of their conversation seemed like the best thing to do. He also didn't want to confess to Danny that yes, he'd been hiding from him. Danny didn't need to know that he'd spent the last three weeks in his old room at his parents' place. No, Danny really didn't need to know that.
Danny squinted at it for a second before shaking his head and grinning widely. “Nah. Keep it. I’ve got enough of them.”
“True,” Don nodded and watched as more feathers sank to the floor. “And you’re still shedding.”
Danny only sighed. His wings dropped. “I saw the letter,” he confessed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Why didn’t he tell Danny, who was not only his lover, but also his best friend, that he was to be given into the care of another keeper? Danny was a CSI, and he would find out sooner or later – and he would have noticed if Don packed his possessions and moved out. Don liked to tell himself that he had kept it a secret because Danny had enough other things to worry about, but if he was completely honest with himself, that wasn’t entirely true. He didn’t want to face Danny and tell him the truth. He was afraid that Danny would do something rash. Not telling him had seemed to be the best way of dealing with things – if Danny only found out afterwards, there wasn’t much he could do, and the whole problem would have solved itself. It was the coward’s way out, and Don knew it. It was part of the reason he didn’t want to think too closely about it.
Don rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you tell me that Mac offered you a Companionship?” he asked back and tangled his hand in the chain around Danny’s neck, where Mac’s ring had found its place.
Danny shrugged. “It just happened a few hours ago, and I didn’t have the time yet. I just had other things on my mind.” His hand reached out to touch Don. “Did you request to be taken away from Mac? You can tell me, you know.”
Don shook his head. “Nope. Took me by surprise, too.”
They were silent for a long minute, the only sound in the room being their soft breathing and the occasional rustle of feathers, until Danny bumped his shoulder against Don’s and asked: “We’re okay?”
“Yeah,” Don agreed, and that was all they said about it.
**
“Danny, you’re back again.” Stella grinned amusedly. “Mac’s work ethics are contagious, huh?”
“Yeah.” Danny shrugged slightly. “I’m going stir-crazy at home. So –“ he clapped his hands and rubbed them together, “What do we have?”
“Not much more,” Stella sighed. “Flack found out that Alexander Hollis had three offers for a transaction; to give Ellie Peterson in the care of someone else. Flack’s working on that. We need to find out the names of those who made those offers.”
“Do we have any ideas if the offers came from different people or from the same?” Danny asked with a small frown. “And a positive ID for them?”
Stella shrugged. “Happy clients?” she offered with a mixture of innocence and sarcasm. “Flack is working on that. They obviously don’t like talking to Inferiors, unless they are properly collared…and even then, it takes some time. He said he had another lead he’s checking out, but I haven’t heard back from him yet.”
Danny nodded. “Anything else? Let’s go back over what we have, okay?”
“Yeah.” Stella grinned. “I went to the morgue and got the report from Sid.” Her grin widened at the memory of that...
Chapter 11
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Characters: CSI:NY general cast
Prompt: 076. Rebirth
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Spoilers for Run Silent, Run Deep, Slash, Threesome, serious AU
Pairing: Don/Danny, Danny/Mac, Mac/Don
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
For a minute, they stared at each other in silence. Both couldn’t believe what had just happened, not entirely. Finally, Danny chuckled breathlessly and kissed Mac softly. “Do I get a ring?” he asked.
Mac’s hands settled on his hips, with his thumbs stroking softly over the material of Danny’s shirt. “You want a ring?”
Danny nodded empathically. “Hell, yes,” he exclaimed.
Mac grinned. It was something so unexpected that Danny couldn’t help but answer with a grin of his own.
“Okay, hang on.”
Mac turned the chair towards his desk. He knew what he wanted, he knew exactly where it was.
“Before – before Claire died, she told me to get my priorities straight and make you an offer,” he explained softly. Talking about Claire still hurt so much, but Danny now had a right to know some things. “She knew how I felt about you, but she also knew me…she knew that I wouldn’t say anything…not without her pushing me in the right direction.” His groping fingers finally found what he’d been looking for, right where it was supposed to be, at the back of his top drawer. He pulled the small box out and opened it. “She bought this the night before…before the towers fell, and told me to give it to you before someone else got to his or her senses.”
He held up the ring. It was simple, but to Danny, it looked perfect.
“It’s beautiful,” he whispered, before coughing and chuckling a bit. “It’s beautiful,” he repeated, louder this time.
Mac traced a fingertip along his neck. “Put it on your chain,” he said warmly. “It won’t get lost then.”
Danny nodded and took the ring from Mac’s fingers, while already pulling the chain from under his shirt. “Will there be a ceremony? When? What am I going to wear? What are you going to wear?”
Mac laughed at Danny’s enthusiasm. “We can have a ceremony, if you want. We can talk about that later. For now – Don is there.”
Danny climbed off Mac’s lap, a faint blush spread over his face. “You don’t mind…?”
Mac shook his head slightly. With everybody else, he realized, he probably would mind, because he knew perfectly well what Danny was planning, what Danny and Don were doing in the privacy of their rooms. The walls of his apartment weren’t that thick. But Don was different.
Some of his emotions obviously had played over his face, and Danny nodded and asked softly: “You’ll never tell him – because you’re his keeper.”
Mac didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Danny understood even without words.
“I love you, Mac,” he said. “We love you.”
And with those words he left.
Mac watched his retreating back and smiled. Claire would have been proud of him.
**
“Flack!” Danny summoned sharply and hastily went after his old friend. He hadn’t seen him for almost three weeks now – after four days at the hospital, to make sure that his wings were developing like they should and to make sure that the stitches didn’t get infected and healed nicely, they had let him go home, but he’d been mostly alone there.
He hadn’t seen Don once in these boring weeks of sick leave. He’d always managed to escape him. Danny had been sure that Don had slept at the precinct, but Mac had assured him that wasn’t the case. And yet, Don had disappeared, and so Danny finally got dressed, which was a task on its own, with the still unfamiliar feeling of wings, and had made his way down to the precinct, only to find a deserted desk with an opened letter on it.
Of course he’d read it. And now he half-wished he hadn’t. But there was no use for crying about spilled milk, and so he went to the lab. He knew that Don would, sooner or later, come there. And while he waited, he could just as well talk to Mac about the whole situation, he’d decided. Mac’s offer had totally thrown him for a loop.
“Danny,” Don acknowledged when he saw him and shifted slightly. “What –“
“Shut up and start walking,” Danny said harshly, “unless you want me to bend you over the next desk here at the lab.”
“Messer, I’m working here,” Don hissed, but Danny simply grabbed his arm and pulled him along, towards the elevator.
“Now, you’re taking an early lunch break,” he informed him without releasing his arm from his grip.
The moment his wings had dried and strengthened a bit, he had been able to lift his own weight off the floor, and the doctors had reassured him that everything was okay. But the lab was still on the 35th floor, and Danny was sure that his wings, with the muscles still being weak, wouldn’t keep him and Don in the air, and so he opted for the easier way to get to the ground floor. Besides, even if the stitches were out, he still had the cuts in his back, and he didn’t want to reopen them.
He had plans.
**
As soon as they’d entered the apartment, Danny pressed Don against the wall, using all of his weight to his advantage. His lips found Don’s, and his tongue sneaked out to lick over Don’s bottom lip.
“I haven’t seen you in almost three weeks,” he grunted, “Why are you avoiding me, Don?”
Every word was accentuated by a nibbling kiss that left Don's lips red and swollen, before the taller man finally tore away from him and let his head fall back against the wall. Danny didn’t stop his assault just because of that. He pressed a line of open-mouthed, sucking kisses over Don’s jaw and throat, while his fingers pulled impatiently at the dark-blue tie around his neck. He didn’t pay any special attention to the subdued pattern of thin purple stripes, before the knot became undone and he could start to unbutton the white shirt Don wore. He pulled the shirttails from Don’s pants and brushed the soft material off Don’s shoulders, trapping Don’s arms in the sleeves. The whole time his lips never left Don’s face and throat.
“Danny – no,” Don panted and half-heartedly tried to get away, but Danny only slammed him back into the wall and rubbed the heel of his right hand over Don’s already half-hard cock. “You – Danny, stop,” Don moaned. “You’re injured…” He couldn’t stop the involuntary twitch of his hips forwards against Danny’s hand and the friction of rough fabric on his over-sensitized skin.
“I won’t stop,” Danny whispered. His breath was coming in shorter gasps now as well, but it was by far not as labored as Don’s. “If I have to choose between them and you…”
Don stilled. “You’d still take them,” he said quietly. His eyes never left Danny’s.
“Maybe,” Danny admitted after a moment, “but you’ll be a very close second.”
Don laughed tiredly, a bitter laugh that sounded hollow, even to his own ears. “You have everything, Danny. I’m nothing. I’m broken. Damaged goods.” He pulled his shirt from his elbows back up, leaving it trailing open, but his arms free and his movement unrestricted.
“Shut up,” Danny snapped and crushed their mouths back together. The sharp edge of his teeth cut painfully in Don’s lip. They both tasted the metallic tang of blood when Danny’s slick tongue pushed between his lips, over the small wound, running over the hard surface of his teeth before entwining with Don’s, curling around it and stroking along it. Finally he encouraged it to follow back into Danny’s mouth, which allowed Danny to gently suck and nibble on it.
His left hand hadn’t left Don’s shoulder, but his right one was still brushing against the front of Don’s pants in teasingly light strokes. His eyes behind his glasses, knocked slightly askew on his nose, burned with intensity as his left hand glided over Don’s chest, tracing his pectoral muscles through the worn cotton of the thin t-shirt he was wearing underneath his shirt.
“You’re mine,” he growled quietly and pulled down the zipper of Don’s pants. “Mine, you hear me?”
Don didn’t answer, but when Danny took a step back to simply look at him, he groaned in protest and reached for the smaller man with trembling hands.
“I’m still me, you idiot,” Danny said softly.
He pushed Don’s pants and underwear carefully down while kissing him again. The smell, sound, and taste of Don, so painfully familiar and yet so different every time, aroused him to the point of painfulness, and he rubbed his trapped erection against Don’s hip for a moment before he could stop himself. Don moaned softly and thrust towards him, and Danny leaned against him for another deep kiss, before wrapping a hand around Don’s erection, stroking roughly up and down a few times.
“You’re hot like this,” he murmured through clenched teeth and stilled his hand. The soft groan Don couldn’t stop from escaping shot through his body like lightening, making his skin tingle and his own cock twitch.
“Don…”
“Messer!” Don hissed, “Don’t you ever shut up?”
“Don’t worry,” Danny smirked. Slowly he sank to his knees and looked up through his lashes at Don who was worrying his lip with his teeth. His fingers scrabbled at the wall he was leaning against, and when Danny leaned forwards and licked a broad stripe over his cock, directly in front of his face, Don’s whole body snapped forwards in an almost painful looking arch.
Danny pushed him back and held him firmly in place with his hands pressed into Don’s slim hips before leaning forwards again and sucking the head of Don’s cock into his mouth. The taste exploded on his tongue, and he couldn’t stop himself from moaning and taking Don deeper, until the tip hit the back of his throat and he had to pull back if he didn’t want to gag.
It wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever given. It was messy, the hard floor was hell on his knees, his jaw had started to hurt and when Don came with a sharp hiss and with his hands tangled in Danny's hair to hold him close, he himself was still very much aroused. However, he still took his sweet time, cleaning Don off with his tongue and soft kisses. His hands had left finger shaped red and white spots on Don’s hip, spots that would eventually turn into bruises. Don’s head had fallen back to rest against the wall, and from his position Danny could only see the long line of his throat while Don panted softly.
Danny waited a moment until he could be sure that Don's knees wouldn't give out before standing up. He tangled his hands in Don’s short hair and pulled him down for another kiss.
Not a word was spoken as they stumbled together into the bedroom, tugging at Danny’s clothes and kissing, biting at each other’s lips with their bodies pressed close to each other.
Danny pushed Don down on the mattress and crawled over him, straddling his hips and rubbing against him; while kissing him again. His hands pushed at Don’s t-shirt and glided underneath it, over old scars from the bombing – the bombing that had destroyed Don’s wings beyond the point where they could be saved.
His hands and lips knew those scars; he knew Don’s whole body almost as intimately as his own, and yet it was as if he’d never touched it as he pushed up the shirt and kissed along the arch of a rib and over the rough surface of scar tissue. The tip of his tongue traced along the length of the scar on Don’s stomach before it dipped briefly in his navel.
“Danny…” Don leaned up on his elbows, one hand insistently tugging on Danny’s hair, “Danny, stop. You’re still injured…Danny!” He pulled on his t-shirt, letting it fall down over his stomach and hiding the scars from view again.
“The doc said they’re fine as long as I don’t put too much stress on my back,” Danny answered. “And I haven’t seen you in weeks. It’s almost been a month.”
He raised and quickly stripped, fighting a bit with his shirt before pulling it over his head and not caring about the ruffled feathers. He shook them out briefly and tried to ignore the look Don gave him before he re-folded them carefully, letting muscles settle in a natural position, and crawled back on the bed. He helped Don to take off the t-shirt and dropped it on the floor before tossing his glasses on the nightstand.
“What have you planned?” Don asked, amusement evident in his voice.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Danny replied easily and smiled. “Turn around.”
“Are you sure?” Don asked, but he already moved and settled on his stomach.
Danny ran his hands lightly over his back. “Why not?” he asked and bent down to press a line of kisses along the scars on Don’s back, where his wings had been.
“You’re injured,” Don reminded him and arched when Danny’s lips brushed over a particularly sensitive spot near his shoulder blade.
“I’m fine, Don,” Danny whispered and licked over the rim of Don’s ear. “Trust me.”
His wings fluttered slightly in excitement as his hands wandered lower, over Don’s spine and finally over the firm muscle of his ass. His fingertips brushed lightly over warm, soft skin, and with a sigh, Don gave in. He visibly relaxed and spread his legs slightly.
“That’s it,” Danny grinned and pulled the lube from under the pillow. It had been there for the last three weeks, and no matter how uncomfortable that had been for Danny, he wasn’t willing to put it away. He still had had the hope that Don might appear.
And now, Don was here, and he was here, and he was going to fuck him good, he promised himself while quickly, but carefully, preparing Don. One finger, two fingers, three fingers, and Don moaned softly into the pillow and clenched his fingers into the bedspread while he moved with Danny and wordlessly begged for more. Danny grinned and pulled his fingers away.
“Turn around,” he ordered again. “I want to see your pretty blue eyes.”
He pushed a pillow under Don’s hips and pulled Don’s legs over his shoulders before grabbing the bottle of lube one more time and slicking his own erection. The touch of his own hand had him clench his teeth, and he took a careful breath before pushing forwards, against, and into Don’s body. He stilled briefly to give Don time to adjust, and to push a bit against the leg over his right shoulder.
Don moaned softly as Danny slid into him and stilled.
Feathers glided along his calf, got caught in the short hair there and tickled him slightly. Don laughed breathlessly. “Why take the feather when you can take the whole chicken,” he teased gently. Danny only frowned and hitched Don’s leg higher over his shoulder.
“Are you saying I’m a chicken?” he asked before he leaned down and attacked Don’s mouth in another hungry kiss.
“You’re the one with the feathers,” Don pointed out and pushed back, against Danny. “It clearly indicates…” he stopped with a strangled little gasp as Danny started rocking against him, pulling out and thrusting back into his body with the urgency of almost painful arousal.
Danny didn’t last long. The tight heat of Don around his cock, the hard muscles of his chest under his hands and Don’s lips against his own as they shared kiss after kiss quickly overwhelmed him and pushed him over the edge of orgasm and into boneless, limp satisfaction.
**
“Move,” Don ordered after a while, “You’re shedding.” He lifted a shaky hand and brushed it over Danny’s sweat-damp hair where the other man’s head rested on his chest.
Danny smirked lazily at him and sat up before he stretched. “Technically, it’s molting, not shedding.”
“Whatever you’re calling it; you’re leaving feathers all over the place.” Don rolled over and picked one up. When holding it up against the light, it looked as if it was still reddish, but the color of Danny’s wings had darkened to a darker brown. They were even darker than Mac’s, who had surprisingly colorful wings.
Danny coughed to get Don’s attention back to the present. “I’m not giving you up. We’ll find a way,” he said softly, proving that he was still the same, just with the difference that, when bouncing excitedly, he now left feathers behind; and when he was really excited about something, he was not only bouncing, but sometimes flying several feet in the air before he remembered that he had wings again and fluttering them lifted him off the ground. If he wanted to prevent his head hitting the ceiling, he had to stay with both feet on the ground.
Don sighed. “Do you want that back?” he asked and waved the feather. He didn’t want to think about leaving, and even less did he want to talk about it with Danny. Changing the subject of their conversation seemed like the best thing to do. He also didn't want to confess to Danny that yes, he'd been hiding from him. Danny didn't need to know that he'd spent the last three weeks in his old room at his parents' place. No, Danny really didn't need to know that.
Danny squinted at it for a second before shaking his head and grinning widely. “Nah. Keep it. I’ve got enough of them.”
“True,” Don nodded and watched as more feathers sank to the floor. “And you’re still shedding.”
Danny only sighed. His wings dropped. “I saw the letter,” he confessed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Why didn’t he tell Danny, who was not only his lover, but also his best friend, that he was to be given into the care of another keeper? Danny was a CSI, and he would find out sooner or later – and he would have noticed if Don packed his possessions and moved out. Don liked to tell himself that he had kept it a secret because Danny had enough other things to worry about, but if he was completely honest with himself, that wasn’t entirely true. He didn’t want to face Danny and tell him the truth. He was afraid that Danny would do something rash. Not telling him had seemed to be the best way of dealing with things – if Danny only found out afterwards, there wasn’t much he could do, and the whole problem would have solved itself. It was the coward’s way out, and Don knew it. It was part of the reason he didn’t want to think too closely about it.
Don rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you tell me that Mac offered you a Companionship?” he asked back and tangled his hand in the chain around Danny’s neck, where Mac’s ring had found its place.
Danny shrugged. “It just happened a few hours ago, and I didn’t have the time yet. I just had other things on my mind.” His hand reached out to touch Don. “Did you request to be taken away from Mac? You can tell me, you know.”
Don shook his head. “Nope. Took me by surprise, too.”
They were silent for a long minute, the only sound in the room being their soft breathing and the occasional rustle of feathers, until Danny bumped his shoulder against Don’s and asked: “We’re okay?”
“Yeah,” Don agreed, and that was all they said about it.
**
“Danny, you’re back again.” Stella grinned amusedly. “Mac’s work ethics are contagious, huh?”
“Yeah.” Danny shrugged slightly. “I’m going stir-crazy at home. So –“ he clapped his hands and rubbed them together, “What do we have?”
“Not much more,” Stella sighed. “Flack found out that Alexander Hollis had three offers for a transaction; to give Ellie Peterson in the care of someone else. Flack’s working on that. We need to find out the names of those who made those offers.”
“Do we have any ideas if the offers came from different people or from the same?” Danny asked with a small frown. “And a positive ID for them?”
Stella shrugged. “Happy clients?” she offered with a mixture of innocence and sarcasm. “Flack is working on that. They obviously don’t like talking to Inferiors, unless they are properly collared…and even then, it takes some time. He said he had another lead he’s checking out, but I haven’t heard back from him yet.”
Danny nodded. “Anything else? Let’s go back over what we have, okay?”
“Yeah.” Stella grinned. “I went to the morgue and got the report from Sid.” Her grin widened at the memory of that...
Chapter 11