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Pierre and Riley Christmas

ABvamp — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 07:00:23 CST

AUTHOR:Sinclair/Blade
GENRE: Het FANDOM: CSI Miami PAIRING: Tim/Alexx, Horatio/Kyrie(OC)
RATING: FRAO WARNINGS: AU
BETA’S: Sam/Greg DISCLAIMER:I don’t own them…..just play with them A/N:This is an alternate universe that was created with Tim and Horatio being married and having families.
SUMMARY:Not quite the Christmas everyone envisioned

Pierre and Riley Christmas

Riley stood at in the door of their modest apartment‘s study watching her husband as he went about looking through case files. She still could see her dad doing the same thing in his study trying to figure out the puzzle of a crime. Riley went up to him and took the file out of his hand. “Come on Fitzy, that case is still gonna be here tomorrow and probably the day after that so you can give it a rest.” “I can't Riles I can almost see what happened at that house to that family. I just want to make sure I get closure for that family. " “You sounded just like your father when you said that” she smiled. “I guess that kind of thing is ingrained in me” he smirked. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and went into the bedroom. After Riley left, he thought about what she had said and conceded she was right the case would still be there tomorrow. Pierre looked at his wife as he came in the room after checking on JAS. He saw her lying there, with her law text books spread out on the bed. “Excuse me, but didn't you just tell me to put my work away and look at you immersed in the case you got coming up.” “I know but, I thought you were gonna be a little while down in the study so I had to keep myself busy.” she smiled. “So Fitzy did he give you any trouble tonight like he did this morning?” “Ah no. I think he would just rather have to look at his beautiful mom then me.”He laughed, “You know what, I still remember the first time we knew that we liked each other.” “I remember that too. You used to push me down. I think we were six and I ran home and told my mom and she was like "I guess that‘s his way of saying he likes you"” “And then your mom called my mom and told her that I had pushed you down.What a spanking I got for that.” “You got a spanking for that?” “Yeah... it was the last time I pushed you down too... But then like my dad explains to me you only pulled the pigtails of the one you love, if I had known that then I would have pulled your hair.” Riley sat her book aside, and smirked as she laid her hand on his thigh “Well do you still like me?” Pierre took his hand and pulled on the ponytail and replied “Does that answer your question,” as he pulled her into a kiss. She still could remember the first time they made love. It was on their prom night and it was magical. ~Flashback~ They had gotten beaten out as king and queen by Sian and Chris but it didn't matter to them as long as Samantha and Peter Vandergrift didn’t get it. They had taken pictures with Chris and Sian posing with their crown but, once the Prom was over they had headed to the hotel room that they had paid for with their allowances. Pierre and Riley said good night to Chris and Sian as each couple made their way to their rooms. Riley was shaking so bad that Pierre had put his arms around her, telling her that they didn't have to do anything that night and that he would wait for her however long it took. Riley looked into his blue eyes and knew that she wanted to give herself to him and that she had been truly in love with him since the 4th grade. “It's not that I don't want to Fitzy, I dreamt of this day for awhile I want to give myself to you.” He took her in his arms and kissed her lips. This kiss was not like the other they shared in the confines of the school yard or when their parents weren’t watching. This kiss was a promise of things to come. Pierre kissed down her neck, guiding the gown slowly off of her shoulder.Feeling her skin for the first time in this kind of setting, he let his fingers linger on the newly exposed skin just a little bit longer. He could so get used to her. Riley let him lead her to the bed kissing each other until they felt the need to breathe. “Fitzy I’m ready for you to make love to me.” She whispered against his lips as he lowered her onto the bed, slowly taking off the rest of her clothes as his hands ghosted over her body. “So beautiful” he said as he delved his tongue into her belly button and felt her shiver again. She looked at him with glee in her eyes, “now tell me where you learn that from.” “Ummm you wouldn't believe me if I told ya” Riley sat up some. “I want to know” she smiled.If she didn't know better she would have thought he wasn't a virgin but she knew he was. “Ok, if I tell ya can I get back to that?” he said as he gestured to her body. “Yes.” she answered, nodding “Well I learned it from TJ.Who he learned it from I don't know but, he said it drove the girls wild. So taking love tips from your brother is kind of funny since he has not been with anyone that I know of.” Pierre looked at her and smiled, “now can I get back to what I was doing?” Riley laid down back waiting for him to do anything. Pierre could hear her moans as his hands went between her legs, spreading them with the palms of his hand.He stroked the inside of her thighs inching ever so close to her vagina. Taking his hand and spreading her lips apart he fingered her clit until he felt it harden at his touch.Riley almost jumped off the bed with the wave of pleasure coursing through her body.Pierre took his tongue and let it sweep across her clit. Riley shivered as his ministrations got quicker with each lick. Riley body shivered as Pierre hit that one spot that made her legs quiver and her body shake with pleasure.She saw the look of pleasure on his face and knew that Pierre had come. She followed him only a few moments later with the same wave of pleasure coursing though her body. They laid there in the after glow of their first time and it was everything she had hoped it was. She had given herself to person she loved and that was the best feeling in the world. Pierre turned to face her with his a look of satisfaction and gave her a kiss that she would remember forever. ~T~ Riley gave him a wicked smile and pulled him down on the bed with their tongue tangling and bodies entwined in each other. She could feel his tongue and hands go up and down her body. She loved the way his touch could just inflame the desire in her. As they began to make love, the phone rang. “Let it go to the machine” Riley said breathlessly, “I want you…need you Pierre.” “But what if it‘s the job.” “Then you will call them back when we get done.” “But, Riles what if it‘s important? What if I’m needed at a crime scene?” She sighed and rolled off of him, turning her back to him as he talk on the phone. “Caine” he said though the mouthpiece.She wondered how many nights her mom had to go through this and it must have been even more frustrating for Kyrie she thought. “Mom,” he said though the phone “what are you doing calling this time of night?” “What I can’t call my son?” she said. “I didn’t say that Mom but I was in the bed.” He said, as he laid on his back on the bed. “Ohhhhhh!” Kyrie stated, “Tell Riley I’m sorry but, I just want to remind you that you have to bring the wine for tomorrow’s dinner.” “I will Mom.” he said.He heard her in the background telling his dad that she thought that she had disturb something and with the sound of his father laughing he hung up the phone. He nudged Riley, “I’m sorry if I knew it was my mom, I would let the machine get it.” “That‘s okay.” she said as she turned back over they had other times when they could make love. Christmas Morning Riley woke to the smell of coffee brewing and eggs being scrambled.She knew it was Pierre‘s way of saying sorry for last night. She got up and checked on the baby but he was still fast asleep.JAS really didn’t know what today signified but she laughed and thought give him a couple more years and he will.As she made her way down the stairs she saw him in the foyer with a smile on his face and a present in his hand. “I could wait until after I eat breakfast for this.” She smirked. “Why wait when you can have it right now.” “Fitzy don’t try to sweeten me up because of last night.She is your mother.What are you supposed to do?Hang up on her?Then she would have been knocking on the door to see what was wrong with her boy.” She laughed, “you are such a Mama‘s Boy.” “I’m not.”He smiled, “plus looks who talking. If Mr. Speedle called you right now to come over there you would and you know it.” “Hey I can’t help if I’m his Princess.” She smirked “Well come on Princess, let me give you your Christmas present.”He held out his hand and took her to the tree. Handing her a long, black box, she opened it up. “Oh MY God Pierre, I love it.” she replied as he placed the gold necklace with a 3 diamond pendant around her neck. “Baby you look stunning” he smiled. “Well I was gonna wait until after breakfast to give you this but now is as good a time as any.” Riley said as she went to the Christmas tree and retrieved a little box with the red bow on it. He looked at her with love filled eyes, “You know Riles; you didn’t have to get me anything because the best present you ever gave me is right upstairs asleep.” She got up and kissed him. “I think you will like this present even more.” He looked at her as he took the keys out.She took him to the door and opened it so he could see the car she had gotten him, it was a Pontiac Solstice. “You got me a car?” Pierre asked sounding shocked. “Yep. I got tired of you riding around in the car you got when you were 16. You need a more updated image. I mean you are not sixteen anymore and then when I saw the looks the ladies were giving you when you drove up in that car for work. It was like they were gonna pounce on you right in the parking lot.” “The only women that look at me at work are my Auntie Barbara, Calleigh and maybe Maxine other than that, its news to me.”He smiled. “Well for your sakes let's just hope those are the only women looking at you.”She said as she gave him a kiss. He went outside to get a better look. He still couldn't believe that she had gotten him a car for Christmas.As she watched him head out the door she heard the sound of JAS crying and she went up the stairs to get him. She looked at his blues eyes saying softly, “Well your Daddy seemed to like his present let's see if you like yours better.” She took him downstairs into the living room and watched as he grabbed one of the brightly wrapped packages.She help him opened it and discovered the first one was a car. Chuckling to herself, “it seems you like cars too.” She watched as he picked the car up. He grabbed another package and she helped him opened it.This one was a set of clothes that her mother had given him. Riley picked him up and went to the door. “Come on Pierre. You’re missing JAS opening up his presents.”She called out to her husband as he was still admiring the car. Pierre came in just in time to see him grab another box this one being from his mother. She had wrapped his old bear Red up and gave to his son. Pierre laughed as he saw the present. “Well Red it seems like you have been passed down." Following the opening of the gifts, they got ready and headed out to spend Christmas with their families." Kyrie stood in the door way watching Pierre and Riley get out of the car. As they approach the steps she took the baby from them so they could get the rest of their belongings out of the car. When they got inside of the house they placed the gifts that they had brought under the tree. Pierre made a bee line for his father’s study where he found his father and Tim working on a current case. “Ummm if I'm forbidden to work on cases by my wife so are you two.” He laughed. They both looked up and saw him standing there with a smirk on his face. “Yea we are. But what they don't know won't hurt them or us.” Horatio said. "Which who won't hurt them?” TJ asked, standing behind Pierre in the doorway. "No one!” They both shouted. Alexx and Kyrie went to see why everyone was gathered around the study and when they saw their husbands with the files in their hands, they just shook their heads. “Horatio Caine,” she scolded “I know we both agreed to no work during the holidays and that goes for you too, Timothy Speedle.” “Ohhhhhh I think someone just got someone busted.” TJ laughed. Tim just glared at his son and closed the file. They watch them both get up and close the door to the study. “Thank You” Kyrie said as she gave Horatio a kiss on the cheek. Horatio walked over to where December was with JAS and as soon as the little boy saw his Grandpa he stretched his arms out for him to pick him up. “Hey, I was holding him.” She said “I know Princess but, I just want to have a few minutes alone with my grandson before you all get a chance to spoil him.”He smile as the little boy started grabbing for his neck, his coos and warm smile hitting him at the core of his heart. He took his grandson toward the tree so he could help him unwrapped some of the presents that they had brought for him. He looked over to his son and chuckled “it seems as if he is a pro at this.” "Well he had practice at our house opening gifts first.” “Umm Mom, Dad can you do me and Riley a favor?”He asked. “Of course Pierre. What is that you need from us?”Kyrie asked as she watched JAS playing with one of his new toys. “Well me and Riley were wondering if you would mind keeping JAS for us tonight?So we can spend what is left of Christmas.” She nodded her head, “You know we don't mind doing that for you.Why you think we turned your room into a nursery?So we can have somewhere to keep our grandchildren when the time came for it. As the others stood around visiting and opening presents, Azerra and TJ where off in the corner talking softly. “TJ I don't know if I can tell them.” “It’s nothing to be scared of Zerra. They know we loved each other and that I am gonna marry you but, it just happened that we will have twins first before the wedding.” After everyone had opened up their presents and dinner was served, TJ and Azerra stood holding hands getting up the courage to tell their parents. But before they could say anything Pierre and Riley stood up. “Umm Moms and Dads we have announcement to make.” All eyes turned to them and Azerra and TJ breathed a sigh of relief. “We just found out that Riley is pregnant.” “Oh My!” Kyrie exclaimed as she went to give Riley a hug “another baby.” Azerra hoped that her mom would be that happy when she tells them about her. “Since the news of a new Caine being born” TJ replied, “I guess he will have 2 new cousins to play with.” “What?” Horatio and Tim asked. Getting his nerve up TJ responded again, “Azerra is gonna have twins. So there will be cousin for Pierre and Riley’s new baby to play with.” Horatio sat there letting everything sink in, while Tim was in a state of shock. “Timothy how could you? I mean the both of you let his happened you are not even married yet.” “Well Dad we are getting married it’s just the kids will come before the “The I-Do's". It’s not like we planned it or anything it just happen.” Azerra saw the look on her father face and it broke her heart.She never wanted it to be like this, she wanted to be married and then have kids but it didn't work out like that. She went to her father and cupped his face, “I'm sorry Daddy.” “There’s nothing to be sorry for Zerra. Things happen and we just have to deal with this as a family.” He said and gave her a hug. “But I have to admit that I am not happy about the situation.” “Neither am I.” Tim replied giving the two a cold stare, “but I know that they will do the right thing and get married.” “We will Dad. But not right now. I still have one more year of college to go then we’ll get married.” TJ said, trying to reassure both sets of parents of what they had planned. Kyrie and Alexx stood in the background as they listen to the men talk, but soon enough it was their turn. Kyrie couldn't contain her hurt and disappointment with her daughter. She thought that they had enough of a bond between them to talk about anything. It had been that way since Alerra’s death but obliviously it wasn't the way it seemed. “Azerra Kayla Caine! What do you mean you are pregnant?” “ It's when two people that love each other have sex and they get caught up in the moment and forget about protection and they make a baby.” TJ responded, trying to lighten the suddenly tense atmosphere “I'm not talking to you TJ.I was talking to my child. How could you do this to us? You’re barely nineteen and pregnant.” “Mom I didn't do it to you. I love TJ and he loves me. It was that love that made these babies.” “But what about your dreams? What about opening up that center in the memory of Alerra? What happen to that?” “It still can happen.It’s just gonna take time that’s all.” “What?You want those kids to see you walking around with a baby on each hip? Oh sure, that’s gonna make them want to do better.” “No it won't be that way.” Azerra said, getting defensive “I can still take care of the kids and do the center too. I can't help if I'm not like your precious son Pierre or December but Mom shit happens so just leave it alone I'm gonna have these babies whether you approve or not.” Azerra ran out of the living room toward the deck. It was the one place when she was younger that she could always get a peace of mind. TJ went to follow her but Alex stopped him. “Where the hell do you think you are going? We are not done talking about this?” “What for? Everything that needed to be said has been said.” He argued, staring at his mother. “Not by me it hasn't.” Alexx replied. “How could you get someone pregnant when there is so much on the line with your education and the dreams you had of being like your father?” “See mom that is the problem with you. You all want us to be like someone else and not ourselves.” Before Alexx realized what she was doing she had slapped him across the face. TJ put his hand to the spot and with tears streaming down his face he went to the deck to comfort Azerra. They all watched as TJ put his arms around Azerra trying to comfort her. It was not like they were against them being together; it was just that they realized that having kids at such a young age would set them back from doing what they wanted. Horatio looked at his wife and saw the tears that where in her eyes and could feel the pain that the dreams she had for their daughter slipping away. He put his arms around her and guided her to the study where they could talk things out."Come on Ree. We’ve got a lot to talk about and you wishing and hoping things were different is not gonna help her now. What she need is our support right now not our accusations.” Alexx and Tim knew that there wasn't much they could say to TJ to change his mind.After all he is just as stubborn as Tim. They decided that a stroll on the beach would help them clear their heads and maybe come to grips with the fact that their son was being irrational about things. As they left the house saying their good byes to the ones left, they looked to see the two lovers still talking to each other trying to figure things out. They both wondered what Horatio was saying to Kyrie and Tim wondered what he would say to Alexx. Pierre stood back, the thoughts of having his parents babysitting JAS right now was a distant memory with all that had happened in the past hour. He and Riley took their son and went home and thought about the new direction their family’s lives where taking

Holding On To You.

ABvamp — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 07:40:50 CST

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

Multifandom.

ABvamp — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 07:28:25 CST

A New World.

Mating Rituals.

Mistic Love.

Mating Rituals.

ABvamp — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 14:02:25 CST

Chapter One: Making Contact.
Chapter Two: Finding Their Mates.
Chapter Three: Blood Justice.
Chapter Four: It Happens In Three.
Chapter Five: Mating Dance.
Chapter Six: Journey's End.
Chapter Seven: Green-Eye Mate.

Chapter One: Making Contact.

ABvamp — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 13:59:23 CST

Mating Rituals series.
Chapter One: Making Contact.
Fandoms: CSI Vegas/CSI Miami/CSI New York.
Pairings eventually will be: Horatio/Speed, Warrick/Eric, Don/Danny, Mac/Greg.
Author: Aiden.
Warning: Supernatural.
Rating: FRT 13
Summary: Werewolves and humans meet.
Disclaimer; I don't own them, however I own the idea and the plot of the story.
Author's note: This is my Alternate Universe. A world where werewolves
live among humans. They are hunted down by some and loved by others. I
will create a character list later and there will be more fandom's as
the story progresses.

Horatio Caine and Mac Taylor from the Federal Police Force arrived at
the crime scene with their team. When Detective Frank Tripp approached
them, Mac asked him. "Were's?"

"Yeah. Apparently, the guy, in the ambulance, attacked that young man
over there." Frank pointed at a young blond talking to one of the
officers on the scene.

The young man was arguing loudly. "What?! What should I have done?!
Let him attack me with the knife?!" the young man asked angrily,
getting into the officer's face.

When someone yelled, "Daniel!", the young man stopped dead in his
tracks and lowered his head. Mac turned around and saw several men
standing behind the yellow police tape; their stances and hardened
expressions screamed 'werewolves'.

Mac and Horatio walked over to them. "Who are you?" Mac asked them.

One of the men, Mac assumed it was the alpha, approached them. "I'm
Nick Stokes. This is Warrick Brown, Greg Sanders, Ryan Wolfe and
Timothy Speedle," he introduced the men that flanked him.

Nick looked at Mac, and asked. "You've read him his rights?"

"He isn't under arrest," Mac replied.

"Good." Looking pointedly at the young blond, he growled. "Get your
butt over here right now."

The young man walked over to them slowly, still not looking up.

"What were you thinking, Danny?" Nick asked softly, trying not to draw
too much attention to their exchange.

"He came at me," Danny protested, looking up.

"I don't care. A knife can't kill you." Stepping closer to the blond,
he hissed. "The government is looking for any excuse to lock us up,
and you know that."

"Danny was only defending himself," Greg started before he was cut off.

"Stay out of this, Greg." Warrick warned him.

"But he just…" Greg tried again only to have Timothy slapped the back
of his head.

"Hey, Speed, cut it out." Greg glared at the other man.

"What did Warrick just say?" Speed replied harshly. "Stay out of it."

Interrupting the interesting group dynamics, Horatio chimed in. "We
need to ask your friend here a couple of questions."

Nick gave his permission. "Fine, but one of us will go with him."

"Fair enough," Horatio responded.

"Speed, go with Danny." Nick commanded.

"What?" Danny whined. "No, not Speed."

Grinning, the black haired man laid a hand on Danny's shoulder. "Of
course, Nick. My pleasure."

"Follow me, gentlemen." Horatio said as he turned towards a squad car.

"No," Speed said authoritatively. "We'll meet you at the station."

Horatio turned around to face him. Even with the dark shades, Horatio
could feel Speed's intense glare.

"I'm not getting into a squad car, not in a million years." Speed
shook his head.

Horatio walked back towards them, and stood in front of Speed. "It's
okay, nothing will happen to you."

Speed snorted. "You're damn right it won't because I'm not getting in it."

The redhead understood the man's reluctance to get into a police car.
Horatio had heard stories of police officers stopping their cars in
the middle of nowhere and beating up suspected werewolves. It was a
good thing the average cop didn't know how to kill one.

"I will drive you to the station myself," he reassured the other man.

Speed turned towards Nick, and the older man nodded.

When the two men continued to look at each other intently, Horatio
wondered if they were communicating.

Speed turned to Horatio once again, and said, "Okay, let's go."

Horatio walked towards the Hummer, looking over his shoulder
discreetly to make sure that the two young men were following him.

~.~

From the minute they entered the station, Speed could feel the pointed
stares they were getting from the other officers and detectives. His
sensitive hearing picked up what they were whispering as they passed.

'Well, Horatio has guts, bringing in two stinking Were's.'

'To bad the guy didn't just kill'em and save us the trouble.'

Turning around, Speed snarled. "You want a piece of me? Try your luck."

Danny laid a hand on Speed's arm. "They're not worth it," he softly said.

Speed took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, you're right."

"Let's get into the interview room," Horatio said, opening one of the doors.

He motioned for the two men to sit down, and then took his seat across
from them. "Can you tell me what happened?" he asked Danny.

Danny sighed. "I was just walking down the street when this crazy guy
came at me with a knife."

"So, you defended yourself?"

"Yeah, I did."

"You broke his arm," Horatio stated.

Speed took off his shades and rubbed his eyes. "What were you thinking, Danny?"
he asked looking at the younger man.

When Horatio glanced at the dark-haired man, he was shocked to see
that the man's right eye was intense dark brown but his left eye was
completely white, a scar was running from his eyebrow down over his
eye.

Suddenly, he recalled hearing about a man who'd been attacked by four
hunters and survived to tell the tale. He'd paid a high price though,
when he'd lost the sight in his left eye.

Two months later, the hunters had been found dead, mauled and torn to
pieces. The police had never found any evidence pointing to the man
sitting across from him, but Horatio had always suspected that this
man'd had something to do with the hunters' demise.

Fascinated, Horatio asked. "You're White Eye, aren't you?"

Speed snorted, he hated the nickname that the humans had given him.
"No, I'm Black Shadow," he said with pride.

TBC.

Mistic Love.

ABvamp — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 13:57:10 CST

Coming Soon.

Angels and Demons.

ABvamp — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 16:33:41 CDT

Here you will find my stories for Beck, Paul and mine AU Angels and Demons. It is a multifandom Alternate Universe created by Beck and me. The authors are Beck, Paul and me.

Here are links to places where you can find all the stories written so far in this Universe.

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Eclipsingsouls/
http://community.livejournal.com/eclipsingsouls/profile

Character Guide, make sure to read it first so you know who the characters are and there abilities.

Character Guide.

Little Angel is my first story in this Universe.

Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.

CSI.NY Stand alone stories.

ABvamp — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 11:21:49 CDT

I'm Falling.
Pairing: Mac/Danny.

His Angel.
Pairing: Danny/Aiden.

Insecure.
Pairing: Mac/Danny.

Even To Heaven.
Pairing: Mac/Danny.

Men.
Pairing: Mac/Danny.

His Release.
Character Danny.

Crossovers.

ABvamp — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 11:20:30 CDT

CSI Miami/CSI New York.

Remembering Her.
Mac/Speed.

Just Sex.
Sheldon/Speed.

Stupid.
Horatio/Danny.

CSI Miami/Moonlight.

His One And All.
Mick St. John/Speed.

Dancing On Air.
Mick St. John/Speed.

When I'm Old And Grey.
Mick St. John/ Speed.

Flashpoint/CSI New York.

Feeling Safe.
Ed/Sam/Danny.

Heartbound.

ABvamp — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 11:02:59 CDT

This one is made by border travis. *hugs* Thanks a bunches.

This is an AU series, Mac is with CSI but Danny is an incomplete paraplegic due to a severe beating and owns several stores specialised in wheelchairs.

First Meetings.
Truth and Heartaches.
First Touches.
Slow Steps.
Love Me.
Love Me Part Two.
Wanting You.
Just Dinner?
Old Flames.
Past Revisited.

Mistaken Love.

ABvamp — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 10:59:33 CDT

Who Are You?
Trust.
Past And Present.
Unexpected Haven.

Beyond The Pain.

ABvamp — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 10:58:28 CDT

This one is made by border travis. *hugs* Thanks a bunches.

This is an AU series, Horatio is still with the Crime lab but Speed is blind due to congenital glaucoma and owns several clubs in Miami.

I'm Here.
Quiet Time.
Meeting the Family.
Meeting at the Club.
Sweet Revenge.
Sweet Revenge Part Two.
Dear Journal Entry Timothy 'Speed' Speedle.
Target.
Target Part Two.
Denying Love.
Becoming A Man.

Becoming A Man.

ABvamp — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 10:47:16 CDT

Title: Becoming A Man.
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pairing: Horatio/Speed/Eric.
Author: Aiden
Rating: FRAO.
Warning: Fluff, slash, smut, language, disability (blindness)
Disclaimer: I don't own them, if I did this would be real.
Beta: SRS/Silvia *hugs* Thanks a lot for the title. YOU ROCK!!!!
Summary: Eric gets more then he expected.
Author's note: In this AU, H is still with CSI, but Speed is blind due
to congenital glaucoma and owns several nightclubs in Miami. This was
supposed to be just one story *headdesk* but when I started to write
my brain went haywire, so there will be more.

Eric watched Horatio for the next couple days, their conversation
playing over and over again in his mind. Horatio was wrong. He was not
gay, he wasn't. Sighing, he rolled his eyes. Yeah, right.. keep
telling yourself that, then maybe you'll believe it.

Working in the lab, Eric couldn't stop watching Horatio, who was
sitting in his office doing some paperwork. He sighed. Speed was one
lucky guy.

At that moment, Horatio looked up and straight into Eric's eyes. The
young man quickly looked down and blushed. Damn, what if he saw me,
Eric thought in a panic.

Keeping his head down, Eric turned around and rushed off to the trace
lab, almost bumping into Ryan. "Wow, look out."

"Sorry," Eric apologised, and blushed a little more.

"You okay?" Ryan asked. "You look a little flushed."

"I'm fine," Eric bit back, totally embarrassed.

Ryan held up his hands in surrender. "Easy, don't shoot."

Eric snorted and walked off without another word.

Watching the other CSI leave, Ryan sighed. That man really had a chip
on his shoulder.

Horatio had watched the whole scene unfold from his office and smiled.
Eric was a little tense and Horatio thought he knew why. Their
conversation had definitely triggered something inside the young
Cuban. He only hoped the younger man would act on it. He could make
someone a very happy man, if he'd only let himself.

During the next few days, Horatio observed how Eric watched him when
the young man thought he wasn't looking. When he'd told Speed about
it, his lover had only smiled mischievously. "Maybe he wants you to be
his first. You never know."

Horatio had snickered and responded, "I can be a very patient man.
He'll come to me when he's ready."

Towards the end of the week, Horatio saw Eric approach his office. He
could see by the way he walked that Eric was nervous but determined.
Horatio had to give the young man credit for the courage it took to
proceed, for not backing down. Even before Eric had entered his
office, Horatio took out his cell and sent a text message; Speed would
love an opportunity to tease the young Cuban.

He smiled when Eric finally walked into his office. "Hello, Eric, what
can I do for you?" he said silkily.

"I'm… I want to…can I ask you…" Eric stuttered. He had this whole
speech worked out, and now, he didn't know what to say.

"What do you want to ask me?" Horatio stood and walked around the
desk, moving closer to Eric.

"I wanted to ask you…if you would.. uhh." Eric felt the heat creeping
up his cheeks.

"Eric, is everything okay?" Horatio moved closer, a mischievous look
in his eye. He was delighted with this turn of events. Maybe Speed was
right, and Eric really did want him.

Eric took a deep breath, 'it's now or never' he thought. "I couldn't
stop thinking about our conversation. And you where right."

"About what?" Horatio knew exactly what Eric meant but he wanted to
hear it from him.

"Uhm…me being…you know," When Horatio just kept looking at him without
saying a word, he sighed. "Oh, fuck. Me being gay, there I said it."

"Now, was that so hard?" Horatio moved into Eric's personal space,
lightly rubbing the other man's cock through his pants.

Panting, Eric pressed into Horatio's hand. "I'm… what are you… oh,
shit.. don't stop."

Horatio dropped his hand and walked over to the door, closing it. He
smiled when he heard Eric moan. Horatio quickly closed the blinds and
moved back to Eric.

Moving his hand down the young man's chest, he bent forward and took
an earlobe between his teeth. "So, were you going to beg for it?" he
asked in a whisper.

"Please," Eric pleaded.

"Please what?" Horatio slowly started to unbutton Eric's shirt. "What
do you want? Me inside of you?"

Eric moaned. "Yes, please."

"And I would be your first, right?"

Eric pulled back a little, looking at his boss in the eyes. "Yes. Is
that…I mean…if you don't…"

Horatio brushed his thumb over Eric's bottom lip. "It would be my
pleasure." He took Eric's shirt off and moved his hands up and down
his bare chest. Eric arched into the touch and moaned breathlessly.

"You like that, don't you?" Horatio asked in a husky voice.

Eric nodded. "Yeah… oh yeah." He was so engrossed in Horatio's touch
that he didn't hear the office door open, and then lock.

"Close your eyes," Horatio whispered.

As Eric obeyed, he felt Horatio move away from him. He heard a strange
noise and was about to open his eyes when he felt a hand on his back.
"Do you trust me?" Horatio asked.

"I do," Eric said.

"Okay, then trust me now," Horatio responded.

Eric felt someone moving in front of him, and he knew instantly that
it wasn't Horatio. He opened his eyes and saw Speed standing there, a
big grin on his face. "What the fuck?" Eric said, shocked.

"I'm fine. How are you?" Speed smirked, grabbing Eric's cock. "Mmhmm..
ready and willing."

"Speed," Horatio said, "we'll take this nice and slow."

"Okay," Speed nodded his head. Cupping Eric's face in one hand, he
moved his tongue over Eric's bottom lip. "How slow?" he asked in a
devious voice.

"Speed," Horatio warned his lover.

"How did…you know I…was here?" Eric squeaked.

Speed grinned. "That's for me to know…"

"Shh.. just relax." Horatio moved his hands over Eric's strong, tanned back.

Speed let his very sensitive fingers explore Eric's face. "You're
beautiful," he said softly.

A shiver ran down Eric's spine; he had never felt like this before.
"Oh god, please don't stop," he moaned.

Speed reached down to unbuckled and unzipped Eric's pants. Once he'd
lowered the pants and shorts, he grabbed Eric's half-hard and leaking
cock. He moved his hands back up over Eric's muscled chest, over his
shoulders and cupped the back of his head pulling him down towards
him. "Kiss me." Speed said softly.

Eric stared into cloudy eyes; eyes that didn't see nor reveal
anything. But Eric felt as if Speed could see straight into his soul.
He bent forward and gently kissed him.

"Harder," Speed sighed.

"Speed, give him time." Horatio snickered, amused by his boyfriend impatience.

Speed growled and started to kiss Eric back, pushing his tongue
against his teeth demanding entrance.

Horatio smiled when he heard Eric moan into the kiss, he crouched down
and moved his hands over the young man's buttocks. He bent forward and
moved his tongue over the crack between his cheeks and over his tight
hole.

Eric gasped for air, a shivering running down his spine. He moaned
when he felt Horatio's tongue push against his tight entrance.

As Horatio stood up, he moved his tongue up over Eric's back. He
kissed the exposed neck, feeling the young Cuban relax.

"Are you ready for us?" Speed whispered in his ear, moving his tongue
over his cheek. All Eric could do was nod.

Horatio moved his tongue over the back of Eric's neck and the rim of
his ear. "Don't make a sound," he told Eric.

The other man nodded distractedly.

"Lube?" Horatio asked Speed.

"In my jacket," Speed responded, crouching down in front of Eric,
moving his tongue over his hipbones.

Horatio took the lube and put some on his fingers. When he slid the
first finger inside of Eric, he felt the muscles tightening around it.
"Relax, it will hurt less."

Eric gasped as he felt Horatio's finger moving in and out, stretching
him. "Oh, fuck…that's…shit," he choked out.

Speed smiled and moved his tongue over the leaking head, licking up
the pre-cum, "Mmmm," he hummed, "you taste good."

When he felt Speed move his mouth over his cock, Eric had to bite his
lip to stop himself from crying out. "Oh man…"

"Don't push forward, you don't want to choke him. Let Speed do the
work, just enjoy," Horatio told him softly. He inserted a second
finger into Eric's opening, stretching him further.

Eric panted hard. "This is…oh god…I never knew…"

Speed slowly moved up and down, licking and tasting the throbbing cock.

"Don't stop…please," Eric whimpered, running his hands through Speed's
silky hair.

Horatio pulled his fingers out, satisfied that the young man was
stretched enough he slide a condom over his hard, throbbing cock and
rubbed some lube on it.

"Okay, you have to relax. This will hurt for a minute," he warned the
young man. "Spread your legs."

Eyes closed, Eric did as he was told, and felt Horatio's cock against
his tight hole. He hissed as he felt the hard member sliding into him.
Holding his breath for a second, he desperately tried to relax his
muscles.

"We'll take it slow." Horatio promised and started to slide in and out.

Speed continued to move up and down, picking up the pace, feeling that
Eric was on the edge. "I'm… can't…oh fuck…I need to…"

"Come for him," Horatio demanded, gripping his hips. "Let him taste
you, but don't make a sound."

As a moan escaped his lips, Eric came inside Speed's mouth. "Oh,
fuck..." was all he could manage to say.

Speed released the now spent-member and smiled. He stood and moved his
hands over Eric's face, kissing him hard and bruising. "You liked
that?"

Still trying to catch his breath, Eric could only nod and gripped the
other man's shoulders.

Speed moved his tongue over Eric's lips. "You want H to go faster?" he
whispered.

"Yes, please…" Eric chocked out.

"Please what?" Speed retorted.

"Please…faster."

Horatio smiled and started to move faster and harder, hitting his
prostate every time he pushed forward.

Speed kissed the young man again to prevent him from making any sound.
"You want him to come for you?"

Eric nodded. "Yes…I want…please," he'd never felt like this before,
heat searing through his body, licking on every muscle and nerve
inside of him.

Horatio pushed in and out even harder and felt himself coming close to
the edge. Without making a sound, he shot his load inside of the young
Cuban. He fell forward against the strong back, breathing heavily.

Eric was barely holding himself up. "Oh god…that was…I've never…"

"Yeah, we know," Speed grinned.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Horatio, everything okay in there?"
Ryan's voice could be heard from the other side of Horatio's door.

Horatio pulled out of Eric slowly, making sure the younger man was
okay. Satisfied, he threw away the condom, tucked himself in and
walked up to the door. Opening it slightly, he smiled. "Mr. Wolfe.
Everything is okay."

"Alright, I heard a strange noise and became worried," Ryan said, frowning.

"Nothing to worry about. I'll see you later." Horatio closed the door
in the CSI's face. When he turned around, Eric was again fully dressed
and Speed standing there with a big grin on his face.

Blushing, Eric nodded towards the door. "Now there is a guy I want to
fuck into the mattress," he simply said.

THE END.

Denying Love.

ABvamp — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 10:39:45 CDT

Title: Denying Love.
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pairing: Horatio/Speed
Author: Aiden
Rating: FRT 13.
Warning: Fluff, disability (blindness)
Beta: SRS/Silvia *hugs* Thanks a lot for the advice and tips. YOU ROCK!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own them, if I did what fun they would have. *grins*
Summary: Eric is in denial.
Author's note: In this AU, H is still with CSI, but Speed is blind due
to congenital glaucoma and owns several nightclubs in Miami. This was
supposed to be just one story *headdesk* but when I started to write
my brain went haywire, so there will be more.

Eric exited his car, and walked up the path towards the house. Damn,
what the hell was he doing here? He should have said no... But no one
really ever said no to Horatio – least of all Eric. When Horatio had
had called him last night and invited him over to talk, Eric had
reluctantly agreed. Now, here he was, nervous as hell and without a
clue as to what to say to his boss.

Ringing the doorbell, Eric prayed that Horatio wasn't at home, but he
knew better. The man had just gotten discharged from the hospital
yesterday. He heard someone on the other side of the door, and a
minute later, it opened.

"Eric, come in," Horatio greeted him.

"H, how are you feeling?"

"Better, thanks for asking." He stepped aside to let him enter.

Eric scanned the place, wondering if Speed was around. "I asked him to
give us some privacy. He's in the park with Butch." The young Cuban
started to blush. Busted…

"Sit down. Do you want something to drink?" Horatio asked.

"No, thank you, I'm fine." Eric sat down, jiggling his right leg up
and down nervously.

Sitting right next to Eric, Horatio looked at him. "Eric, what is going on?"

Wow, straight to the point and so H. Eric stammered. "I'm… I can't…"
Damn, it's not like Eric could tell the other man the truth. Hell, no.

"Why are you so uncomfortable around Tim? Is it because he's blind?"

Eric fumbled. "I…no, it's not that…it's…" He searched for something to
say, anything.

"Well, you're giving the expression that you are." Horatio sighed. "He
wants to be friends with all of you, can't you at least try? That's
all I'm asking."

Eric looked down. "I'm not sure…it's not that easy." Shit, if he would
have told H it was because of Speed's blindness, this conversation
would be over now.

"If you get to know him, you'll see that he's a wonderful man. I never
thought I would find someone like him." Horatio sounded wistful.

Eric looked at his boss, and saw love shining in his eyes at the
mention of the scruffy-looking, young man. "You really love him?"
Yeah, duh, that's obvious, you moron.

"Yes, I do, with all my heart," he stated. Then it dawned on him.
"It's because he's gay, isn't it?"

Eric shook his head, eyes wide. "No, no. That's not it," he denied
quickly, and that's when Horatio knew.

See the look in his boss' eyes, Eric wanted to keep denying it. "No…I
have…you're wrong…" He couldn't even form a simple sentence. Nice
going, you idiot.

"I know you may have a problem with this since you're Catholic, but
try to become friends with him. It would mean a lot to me."

"Yeah.. I'll try.." This conversation had Eric tied in knots. Horatio
was right, he was uncomfortable, but not for the reasons Horatio
thought. Damn, this was harder than he thought it would be. He was
afraid to look Horatio in the eye.

Shaking his head, Horatio stared at Eric, knowing when the other man
was lying. "You have something against gay men, Eric?" Horatio asked
harshly, trying to get an honest reaction from his CSI.

Sighing, Eric looked down. He didn't want to tell Horatio the truth,
but he couldn't let the other man think he was anti-gay or something.
"How did you know you where, I mean…you know," he whispered, horrified
and embarrassed.

Shocked, Horatio couldn't believe what he was hearing. No, not Eric,
he was such a ladies man. "Eric.. are you.. interested in men?"

The young man shook his head. "No, don't say that! I'm not gay!" he
said, disgusted about where this conversation was going. He stood up
abruptly. "I really have to go now."

Horatio knew better, but he let it go for now. "Okay, but this
conversation is not over yet, understood?" Horatio stood and walked
Eric to the door.

"I guess I'll see you at work." Eric hedged, still not able to look at
his boss in the eye.

"As always," Horatio answered, opening the door and watching him walk
towards his car. Feeling sorry for Eric, Horatio couldn't understand
how anyone would deny something so basic to their nature.. especially
considering how much love Eric had to give.

~.~

Speed walked in, releasing Butch from his harness. The dog went
straight to Horatio.

"Hey, Butch, had a nice walk?" Horatio petted the dog.

Speed sat down next to his lover. "So, how did the talk go?"

Horatio leaned in and kissed Speed hard, demanding.

The young man shook his head. "Oh, no, spill."

"It has nothing to do with the fact that you're blind." Horatio said softly.

"So then why does he have a problem with me?" Speed asked, confused.

"Because you're gay."

"Uhm what? Oh, fuck." Speed cursed. "Great a homophobe."

"I don't think he is," Horatio mused.

Speed frowned. "Okay, you lost me."

"I think he's gay, but is denying it to everyone – especially himself."

"Why?"

"Because he's Catholic and Cuban."

"That's plain stupid," Speed smirked.

"No. It's more like in his mind, and the Hispanic community, gay men
aren't 'manly' enough."

"So, why doesn't he have a problem with you?" Speed asked.

"Well, first, I'm his boss; second, I'm the Lieutenant of the crime
lab, so in his eyes, that makes me a 'man'". Smiling at his lover,
Horatio continued. "I also think he sees me as the dominant in our
relationship."

Speed snorted. "Yeah, right."

"Speed. Do me a favour, and don't be so hard on him. We should make
him see that there is nothing wrong with expressing himself, with
letting the world see who he really is. Who knows, anything can
happen."

Speed smiled wickedly, "Mmhmm anything can happen." Taking Horatio's
hand, he stood and dragged the older man to his feet. "I am going to
show you who's the dominant in our relationship."

THE END.

Unexpected Haven.

ABvamp — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 10:35:41 CDT

Title: Mistaken Love.
Chapter Four: Unexpected Haven.
Fandom: CSI Miami.
Pairing: Ryan/Speed.
Author: Aiden.
Raiting: FRT.
Warning: Slash, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, language.
Disclaimer: I don't own them if I did they would have much more fun.
Beta: SRS/Silvia *hugs* As always you rock.
Summary: That bastard deserves to die!
Authors note: After a lot of pushing from some people, I won't say any
names, I promised someone to write a Ryan/Speed story. *headdesk*
Second note: This is an AU, I just love these things *grins*, Ryan is
a CSI, Speed is in the Witness Protection Program and has a criminal
history.

Both Horatio and Ryan were taken back by that statement. "They
kidnapped her?" Horatio asked.

Speed shook his head. "No, after…after Andrew was…and they…they put me
in the program," he took a deep breath, trying to get his emotions
back under control, "social service put her in the system."

"You know where she is?" Ryan asked shocked.

"No, they never told me." He looked up with watery eyes, and that's
when Ryan's heart cracked.

"So you have no idea where she is?" Ryan asked with a sad voice.
Murderer or not, no one deserved this.

"No, they said because I was in the program, it would be safer for her
if I didn't know where she was."

"That's bullshit!" Ryan stood.

"Mr. Wolfe?" Horatio looked at him.

"I'm sorry." He blushed and sat down again.

"That's the information Jessica got for me," Speed explained.

"This Jessica knew where your daughter was?" Horatio asked surprised.
If this Jessica was someone from social service, and the only
information she had for him was on the whereabouts of his daughter, it
wasn't worth killing her for it. There was more going on here than
Speed was telling them.

"Yeah, she knew where Angie was." Speed looked down, tears running
silently down his cheeks. "And now…now she is…dead."

"Okay, what's going on here?" Horatio said in a cold voice standing
up. "You expect me to believe that this woman got killed because she
knew the whereabouts of your daughter?"

Speed looked up, confused. "I have no idea, I swear."

"What aren't you telling us?" Horatio glared at him.

Speed met his gaze dead on, not backing off. "Your boss is good,"
addressing Ryan even as he looked at Horatio.

"So, what other information did she have for you?"

"That my handler had something to do with…with An…." He swallowed
hard, pushing back the tears that threatened to fall.

"With Andrew's death?" Ryan asked softly.

Speed nodded.

Horatio slowly breathed in and out. "You were going to handle this all
on your own?"

"That bastard deserves to die!" Speed yelled.

"Like that other man you killed?" Ryan stared into cold eyes,
realizing that this man would kill in cold blood if you pushed the
right buttons.

"What do you know?!" Speed snarled.

"Gentlemen," Horatio warned.

"FBI or not, if I get the chance, I kill him," Speed stated in a cold voice.

"I believe you would," Horatio retorted. "But do you want to end up on
death throw? Or do you want to get your daughter back?"

Speed looked at him. "You would help me?"

"I'm still a little sceptical about the information you've provided to
me, but I will look into it."

Ryan looked surprised. "You're really going to help him?"

"Yes, Mr. Wolfe, and you are going to help me."

~.~

Ryan opened his eyes, something had woken him up. He sat up, cocked
his head and strained his ears to catch the softest sound. There it
was again. He climbed out of bed and walked towards his bedroom door.
He stood for a moment, waiting until he heard sounds coming from the
guestroom. He hesitated for a moment before he walked towards the
other room. He knocked softly. "Speed, you're okay?"

He heard him mumble something but Ryan couldn't make out the words. He
wasn't sure if it was such a good idea to go in there. What if Speed
was just on the phone?

He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. "Speed?" he tried again.

"No don't…I'm not going to…no don't take her…" Ryan opened the door
further and watched Speed toss and turn, mumbling. Damn. He was having
a nightmare.

Ryan sighed and walked up to the bed. Should he wake him up?

"You can't have her. No, don't…I will tell you…please don't take her…"
Ryan's heart broke into a million pieces when he heard the pain and
desperation in Speed's voice.

Sitting down on the bed, he laid a hand on Speed's shoulder. "Speed,
come on. Wake up. You're just having a bad dream."

Speed continued tossing and turning, tears running down his face.

"What did they do to you?" Ryan whispered, as he gently shook the
other man. "Come on, buddy, wake up."

Speed bolted upright, looking around with wild eyes. "Shh, it's okay.
You just had a bad dream." Ryan tried to calm him down.

"What? Where…?" Speed asked confused.

"You're at my place, remember?" Ryan asked.

Speed turned his face to look at him. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

Sighing, Speed looked down. "I'm…for dragging you…"

Cupping his chin, Ryan gently turned his face, looking at Speed in the
eyes. "There's nothing to be sorry about. What happened to you was
bad, but we will get to the bottom of this."

Speed looked at him. "You believe me?"

Ryan nodded and bent forward, gently moving his tongue over his lips.
Speed opened his mouth, letting him in. They deepened the kiss,
tongue's exploring; the lack of air making them break it off. "What
are we doing?" Speed asked.

"Shh, don't talk," Ryan said, moving his hands over Speed's bare chest.

"I don't know if this is a good…" Speed gasped when Ryan moved a hand
into his shorts, grabbing his cock. "Oh…fuck."

Ryan snickered, pushing the shorts down and getting rid of his own. He
pushed Speed onto his back and moved over him straddling his hips.
Grabbing Speed's now half-hard cock, Ryan moved his hand up and down.

Speed arched into the touch. "Oh…god…I can't…"

"Yes, you can," Ryan retorted. He bent down and started to kiss and
lick his chest. "Hmm, you taste good."

Speed tensed up for a moment. Ryan looked up and saw pain in his eyes.
"I'm sorry I didn't want to…" he stopped when Speed held up his hand.

"It's okay. Andrew used to say that, too," Speed whispered.

"If you want me to..." Ryan whispered.

Speed closed his eyes, shaking his head.

Ryan looked at him for a moment and smiled. He continued to kiss his
way down and stopped just above the hard throbbing cock. He moved his
tongue over the head, licking up the pre-cum. He snickered when he
heard Speed moan and growl.

Ryan slowly took the hard member in his wet, warm mouth and moved up and down.

Speed arched his back and grabbed the sheets. "Oh…don't stop….please, harder."

Ryan started to move harder and faster, licking and tasting the hard cock.

Speed panted. "Can't hold…have to…oh shit…" With a scream, he came
inside Ryan's mouth.

Ryan released the now spent-member and looked Speed into his eyes.
"It's okay," he reassured Speed. Moving up, Ryan took Speed's mouth in
a hard and bruising kiss.

"You're sure?" Speed asked when they broke off, doubt evident in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. Now, go to sleep. I'll be here if you have
another nightmare," he promised.

Speed nodded and settled against Ryan's side, dozing off.

Ryan ran his hand through the unruly hair. "Horatio is so going to be
pissed," he mumbled.

TBC.

Target Part Two.

ABvamp — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 10:21:41 CDT

Title: Target Part Two.
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pairing: Horatio/Speed
Author: Aiden
Rating: FRT 13.
Warning: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, disability (blindness)
Beta: SRS/Silvia *hugs* As always thanks.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: Eric and Speed are having words and not in the kind way.
Author's note: This is AU H is still with CSI but Speed is blind due
to congenital glaucoma and owns several nightclubs in Miami. This was
supposed to be just one story *headdesk* but when I started to write
my brain went haywire, so there will be more.

Alexx and Speed where sitting in the waiting area of the hospital,
waiting for news on Horatio's condition. She was holding the younger
man's hand and felt him tremble all over. "He's going to be fine," she
said, trying to calm him down.

"I can't lose him," he whispered.

"You won't. He's a strong man." Alexx reassured Speed.

Speed hung his head and sighed. "I know but I'm scared."

"That's understandable." Alexx stroked his scruffy cheek.

His head snapped up, "Oh my god, Butch."

Alexx patted his head, "When we were getting on the chopper I saw one
of the rescuers take him, he'll be okay."

"And he's already with a friend," Calleigh said as she walked in.

"Hi, sweetie." Alexx greeted her.

"Any news?" she asked, sitting down on the other side of Speed. "Don't
you worry about Butch, he's in good hands."

"Thank you." Speed smiled at her. "No news so far. They're still operating."

"Horatio is a strong man, he will be fine." Calleigh promised him.

"Where are Eric and Ryan?" Alexx asked.

"Eric had to take care of some stuff," she answered hesitantly.
Calleigh'd had an argument with Eric when he'd told her that he
couldn't be around Speed; he'd hinted that he would visit Horatio
later. "And Ryan will be here as soon as he can. He's still stuck in
court."

Speed smirked. "He doesn't want to be around the blind guy?"

"Speed, that isn't the case." Alexx tried to ease things down.

"I maybe blind but I'm not stupid. I can feel his rejection," he explained.

"Is anyone here on behalf of Lieutenant Caine?" A doctor walked in.

They all stood. "Yes, we are," Alexx explained. "How is he?"

"He's going to be fine. The bullet didn't hit any vital organs. It was
a good thing you where there, Mr. Speedle." The doctor addressed
Speed.

"Can we see him?" Speed asked.

"We gave him something for the pain, so he'll be out of it. But of
course you can see him. He's being moved to a private room right now.
I will have a nurse bring you to his room as soon as he is
comfortable."

"Thank you, doctor." Alexx smiled at him.

"Any time," he answered.

~.~

Speed was sitting in a chair next to Horatio's bed, holding his hand.
Calleigh and Alexx had left a half hour ago after making sure Horatio
was okay. Calleigh had promised to pick Butch up and take him home
with her.

Hearing a moan from the bed, Speed stood immediately. "Hey, there."

"Speed?" Horatio looked at him through sleep-filled eyes.

"How are you doing?" Speed put his hand on the redhead's cheek.

"I've had better days." Horatio leaned into the touch.

"Never scare me like that again." Speed tried to suppress the tears
that were threatening to fall.

"Oh, babe, I'm so sorry." Ignoring the pain that ran through his body,
Horatio reached up with his good arm and wiped away the few tears that
had fallen. "Come here."

Speed sat back down, and laid his head on Horatio's chest. "I've never
been so scared in my whole life."

Horatio moved his hand through Speed's unruly hair. "I'm still here."
He smiled when he heard a soft snore coming from his lover. "I guess
the day is catching up with you," he whispered.

A soft knock jerked him out of his thoughts. "Horatio?" Eric's head
appeared in the doorway.

"Eric, come in," he whispered.

He saw that Speed was still there, fast asleep. "Nah, I come back later."

"Why? You're here now, and I'm pretty sure not even a bomb could wake
him up right now." Horatio smiled.

The young Cuban hesitated for a moment before he walked up to
Horatio." How do you feel?"

"Like I've been shot," Horatio stated.

"That's not funny," Speed grumbled.

"You should be sleeping," Horatio scolded him lightly.

Speed lifted his head. "This is not really comfortable, even if it's
your chest," he smirked. "Hey, Eric," he greeted the young man,
turning his face towards him.

Eric looked at him. "Uhm, hi," he greeted back. "I'm out of here, H.
I'll catch you later, okay?"

"What is your problem?" Speed asked.

"I don't have a problem," Eric retorted.

"Yeah, you do… with me. Why? Is it because I'm blind?" Speed asked, puzzled.

"I'm… it has nothing… no, that's not." Eric's voice trailed off.

Speed snorted. "Yeah, right."

"I don't know how to act around you, okay?" There, he'd said it.

"What?" Speed asked, really surprised with Eric's statement.

At that moment, Ryan knocked and walked in. "Hey, guys, H. How are
you?" He walked up to them, feeling the tension in the air. "Is
everything okay?" Ryan looked at Horatio, concern shining in his eyes.

"Everything is okay, Mr. Wolfe," Horatio told him.

Speed snorted and Eric made a hasty exit. "Later guys," Eric said,
walking out of the room.

"What was that all about?" Ryan asked.

"Your friend thinks I'm some kind of a freak," Speed answered, getting
a little agitated.

"Speed, that's not true." Horatio tried to calm him down.

"You heard him, H. At least, I thought everyone on your team wouldn't
treat me like an invalid. I guess I was wrong. Ryan, would you please
take me home?" Speed turned his face towards the young man.

"Yeah, sure," he answered.

Speed turned his face towards Horatio and smiled. "This is not your
fault." He bent over, and kissed him hard and passionate.

Horatio cupped his cheek. "I'll have a word with him later, I promise.
Now, go home and get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."

Speed nodded and smiled. "I'll bring Butch."

"Only if he knows how to behave himself," Horatio stated.

"You hurt me." He said, grabbing his heart, "Butch always knows how to behave."

Witnessing the love and bantering between his boss and Speed, Ryan
realised that Horatio was trying to ease Speed's mind. Ryan sighed.
Speed was a really, great guy. Why did Eric have so much trouble
accepting him? "You ready to go, Speed?"

Speed gave Horatio one last kiss. "I love you."

"Love you, too. Now, get going." Horatio teased him.

After the two men had left the room, Horatio lied back on the pillows
and sighed, letting sleep take over.

THE END.

NB Chapter Three.

ABvamp — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 10:18:32 CDT

Title: New Beginning.
Fandom: CSI New York.
Pairing: Mac/Danny.
Author: Aiden.
Chapters: (3/?).
Rating: FRT 13.
Warning: Language, fluff, disability (amputation)
Disclaimer: I don't own them, bummer.
Summary: Mmhmm it's a good thing I'm dating the boss.
Author's note: This is the second part after 'The Way Of Love'. Danny
is working at the lab.

As he walked by the trace lab, Mac shook his head when he noticed that
Danny was still working. He opened the door and walked in. "Danny, why
are you still here? Go home."

"Look who is talking," Danny retorted.

Mac smiled. "Okay, let's both go home."

Danny looked up and smiled at his lover, "Okay let me put everything
away and we're out of here."

"You really think this was an inside job?" Mac asked.

"I do, these kinds of weapons don't go up for sale on the market,"
Danny answered, stretching his back.

Mac nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Danny put everything away into the vault. "I can't believe they would
do something like that, Mac. Don't they have any honor?"

"Money is a good motivator," Mac said, smiling sadly. "Now let's go home."

"Okay." Danny followed Mac, who held open the door for him. "Are you
gonna put me with the new girl again tomorrow?"

"Why, you don't like her?" Mac asked curious.

"She can't stop staring at me," Danny stated. "And she thinks cause
I'm in a chair, I'm stupid, too."

"She just needs to get used to you. Give her a chance, okay?"

Danny shrugged his shoulders. "Okay."

"Now, let's go home," Mac said walking towards the elevator.

~.~

Danny was lying on the bed face down, while Mac kneaded the knots in
his neck and back. He moaned when Mac hit a sore spot in his lower
back. "You work to hard," Mac scolded.

Danny snorted, "Pot calling the kettle black, Mac."

Mac smiled and bent forward, lightly kissing Danny's neck. Shifting
until he was straddling Danny's hips, Mac moved his hands up and down
the strong back.

"Hey, you stopped," Danny pouted.

"No, I didn't," Mac retorted and continued to massage Danny's back.
"Just got comfortable."

Danny sighed. "That's good. Oh, yeah… right there."

Mac moved his fingers over Danny's spine, lightly kneading the tight
muscles. "Mmhmm, you're very tight here."

"Yeah, well.. bending over a scope all afternoon ain't too good for my
back," Danny mumbled.

Mac looked surprised. "Lindsay helped you, right?"

"Yeah, well…I don't know, Mac, she said she had some other stuff to
do. Is she working another case?"

"No, she was supposed to help you. I didn't assign her to another case."

"Well, I guess she doesn't feel very comfortable around me." Danny
sighed. "Now, go on with what you where doing."

Frowning, Mac continued moving his hands over Danny's back. "I'll have
a word with her in the morning."

"Okay." Danny yawned.

Mac moved until he was lying next to Danny. Pulling him into his arms,
he met Danny's gaze and smiled. "Love you."

"Love you, too," Danny retorted, claiming Mac's mouth.

Mac responded, moaning into the kiss. "Now, get some sleep. We both
have the eleven to midnight shift and we're on call."

Danny got comfortable on Mac's chest. "Mmhmm, good thing I'm dating
the boss." He snickered. "Or is it coincidence we're both on call and
have the same shift?" He yawned again.

Mac smiled. "No, it's not, stop talking and get some sleep," Mac scolded him.

"Yes, sir," Danny mumbled, dosing off.

Mac ran his hand through Danny's hair and sighed. He knew why Danny
was this tense; it was this case. If this was an inside job, who knew
what they would discover? He closed his eyes and tried to relax,
letting sleep take over.

~.~

"Lindsay, can I have a word with you?" Mac called out as she walked
down the hallway. This was the first time he'd had a change to catch
her since he'd gotten to work.

Lindsay turned around and smiled. 'Oh he looks so good,' she thought.
"Of course, Mac," she walked towards him.

"Please sit down," Mac said as soon as she walked in.

"Something wrong?" she looked up, batting her eyelashes.

"Yes, I thought I told you to work the warehouse case with Danny?" he
asked, frowning.

"I did," she retorted with a sweet smile.

"Danny told me that you made excuses. He was under the impression that
you had another case." Mac looked a little irritated, she was flirting
with him.

"I didn't…he's lying," Lindsay said, upset.

"And why would Danny lie about that?"

"I don't know." She shrugged her shoulders.

"You don't think he's incompetent do you? Mac asked, remembering what
Danny had confided to him last night.

"Of course not…He's lying Mac, Lindsay looked like she would burst out in tears.

Mac sighed. He knew Danny would never lie to him, especially not when
it came to work matters. "Okay, I'll let it go this time, but if I get
any more complaints, I will look into it. Understood?"

Lindsay nodded and stood. "I understand. Was that all?"

"Yes, that's all. Go to Trace, and process the evidence we collected
at the scene," Mac commanded.

"I will," she turned around and left the office. Damn, Danny. Why'd he
have to go to Mac and snitch on her. "I'll get you, you fuckin'
cripple," she mumbled.

TBC.

A Lover's Comfort.

ABvamp — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 10:16:04 CDT

Title: My Sweet, Sweet Boy.
Chapter Six: A Lover's Comfort.
Fandom: CSI New York.
Pairing: Don/Danny, Mac/?
Author: Aiden.
Warning: Slash, fluff, language.
Beta: SRS/Silvia *hugs* You rock girl.
Rating: FRAO.
Challenge: 100_Tales.
Prompt: 50# Comfort.
Summary: Mac get's a surprise visitor.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, if I did they would have much more fun.
Author's note: Got this bunny after watching Recycling, no spoilers
just the first few lines after that it's totally different from the
show. Aiden didn't die and Lindsay is with the lab but this is not for
Lindsay lovers sorry guys.

Mac sat in his office, leaning back in his chair, closed eyes. He
sighed. It had been hard on his son, telling Hawkes what had happened
to him. He knew that Danny would never trust Lindsay with his secret;
he would never tell her what'd had happened. A soft knock jerked him
out of his thoughts. "Mac?"

"Sheldon, come in." He sat up, smiling.

"How are you?" The former ME closed the door behind him, concern
evident in his eyes.

"I'm okay."

"I had no idea," Hawkes said softly, walking up to the desk. He sat
down across from Mac and sighed. "It's a miracle Danny didn't suffer
any permanent psychological damage."

"His nightmares came back after we found the first victim," Mac stated.

"I'm not surprised," Hawkes retorted.

Mac breathed in and out slowly. "This creep is still playing with him."

"Knowing Danny, he won't let him win.. not this time."

Mac smiled. "What happened to him only made him stronger in mind and body."

"And he is stubborn as hell." Hawkes laughed softly.

"Yeah, he is," Mac leaned back into his chair, rubbing his tired eyes.

"Why don't you go home? There is nothing else we can do at the moment.
Danny is in good hands, and you need some sleep."

Mac nodded. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being a friend." Mac smiled.

"You're welcome."

~.~

Sitting between Danny's raised knees, Don moved his hands up and down
Danny's chest slowly, gazing into the blond's eyes. "Are you okay with
this?"

Danny looked up, trust for the man he loved more then life itself
clearly shining in his eyes. "Yeah, I need this."

Don nodded. He bent forward, kissing and licking his lover's chest. He
reached the patch of dark blond hair and moved his tongue over the
hard and throbbing cock.

Danny arched into the touch, moaning and panting, "Please…don't…oh this is…"

Don smiled and licked up the pre-cum leaking from the head. He looked
up and saw raw emotions flashing in Danny's eyes. "I love you."

"I…love …too." Danny managed to say between moaning gasps.

Don took the lube and put some on his fingers. "I'm going to prepare
you now," he whispered. At Danny's nod, Don inserted one finger into
his opening, moving in and out slowly, stretching him.

Danny pushed his hips forwards in a silent plea for Don to go faster.
Don snickered and inserted a second finger, going a little faster,
thrusting a little harder.

"Oh…fuck…you're killing me…" Danny panted impatiently.

"Impatient much?" Don teased.

Danny only growled.

Don inserted a third finger, stretching the young blond even more.
When he was satisfied he pulled his fingers out and rubbed some lube
on his already hard member. He spread Danny's legs even farther, and
slowly pushed his cock inside of him, feeling the muscles tightening
for a second before relaxing. He started to move in and out, taking
Danny's throbbing cock in his hands, stroking it in time with his
movements.

Danny grabbed the sheets and arched his head. "Oh, fuck…" he choked out.

"You want me to go faster?" Don asked in a mischievous voice, bending
forward and kissing him hard, bruising.

Moaning into the kiss, Danny answered. "Oh, god…fuck yeah…please," he panted.

Already on the edge, Don moved harder, faster. "I…can't…"he panted.

"Oh…I've got to…can't." Screaming Don's name, Danny came all over his
lover's hand and stomach.

Don arched his back and moaned. "Shit…I can't hold…have to…" and with
Danny's name on his lips, he shot his load inside of Danny.

After resting for a few minutes, Don pulled out slowly, checking the
young man for injuries. "You're…okay?" he panted, trying to get his
breathing under control.

Danny nodded with a big smile on his face. "Never better."

Don stood up and went to the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth.
After he'd cleaned them both up, h e threw the cloth into the hamper.
Climbing back on bed, he took Danny in his arms. "You were very brave
today," Don whispered.

"Why?" Danny asked.

"Telling your story to Sheldon."

"I couldn't have done it without you guys," Danny said softly.

Don kissed his lover's forehead. "We're always here for you. Don't you
ever forget that."

"I won't," Danny said, trying to suppress a yawn.

Don laughed softly." Get some sleep," he tightened his arms, "I'll
watch over you."

"Thank you," Danny retorted, settling on Don's chest, dosing off.

Don looked down and smiled, following him into a peace full sleep.

~.~

Mac opened the door to his house, welcomed by the aroma of a
home-cooked meal. He smiled, walking into the kitchen. Seeing his
lover standing at the stove, his hips swaying to the rhythm of the
music coming from his headphones, Mac walked up to him slowly and
wrapped his arms around him.

Turning around, his lover took off his headphones and claimed Mac's
mouth, tongue licking his lips and demanding entrance.

Moaning into the kiss, Mac let him in, tongues tangling and exploring.
"I had no idea you were coming today," Mac said when their mouths
separated.

"I was planning to come over this weekend but Stella called and told
me to get my butt over here. So, here I am."

Mac grinned, sliding his tongue in his lover's mouth. "I'm glad she
did," he smiled.

TBC.

Reliving The Past.

ABvamp — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 10:14:14 CDT

Title: My Sweet, Sweet Boy.
Chapter Five: Reliving The Past.
Fandom: CSI New York.
Pairing: Don/Danny.
Author: Aiden.
Warning: Language, angst, hurt/comfort.
Beta: SRS/Silvia *hugs* You rock girl.
Rating: FRAO.
Challenge: 100_Tales.
Prompt: 66# Past.
Summary: Danny tells his story. (Discription of child abuse)
Disclaimer: I don't own them, if I did they would have much more fun.
Author's note: Got this bunny after watching Recycling, no spoilers
just the first few lines after that it's totally different from the
show. Aiden didn't die and Lindsay is with the lab but this is not for
Lindsay lovers sorry guys.
Second note: Warning, this chapter contains talk of child abuse,
sexual abuse, rape. So please if that squeezes you then don't read it,
you have been warned. My beta told me also to put this warning in
here, hankie moment, and she isn't even British.

Sitting in the break room, Danny stared at the wall in front of him;
he was so still, as if he wasn't even breathing. His insides were in
knots and he felt sick to his stomach.

"Danny you're okay?" Stella walked in and sat next to him. She wrapped
her arm around his shoulders and hugged him tight. Her little brother
was hurting but she was there for him.

They stayed like that for a few minutes when Danny took a deep breath.
"You know this is my fault."

"Don't say that. This isn't you're fault. He's the one doing this not
you." Stella was adamant.

"Yeah, but if I had been able to identify him back then, he would be
in jail right now instead of making more victims."

"Oh, Danny." Stella hugged him again, tears in her eyes. "You survived
and that's all that matters."

Danny sighed, burying his head in his hands. "This is so frustrating."

Mac, Don and Sheldon walked into the break room. "How are you holding
up?" Mac asked the young blond.

"I've had better days." Danny sighed.

Stella stood and motioned for Don to sit next to him.

When the young detective wrapped his arm around his shoulders, Danny
looked up in surprise. "Mac send Lindsay home." He took his hand and
squeezed it lightly. When Danny looked at the others, he saw that the
others had blocked the view from anyone who would happen to pass by.

He smiled. "Thank you."

Smiling, Mac nodded at Sheldon, who closed the door. "Danny, I want
your permission to tell Sheldon exactly what happened back then."

Danny looked at the man who had raised him as his own son, pain
evident in his eyes. "I'm not… I don't…I…"

Stella crouched in front of Danny, taking his hand. "You trust us right?"

The young man nodded.

"You trust Sheldon?" she asked.

Danny nodded again.

"He could ask questions and you answer them, okay?" she said softly.

Danny was silent for a few minutes. Mac considered telling Danny to
let it rest for now, when Danny's voice filled the room. "My dad sold
me to that creep."

Hawkes was taken back by that statement. "What? Why?" It wasn't more
then a horrified whisper.

"His parents needed the money to pay for their addiction," Mac continued.

"Drugs?" Hawkes asked, sitting down.

"Drugs, booze." Danny shrugged his shoulders.

"How old where you?"

"When I was sold? Eight," Danny stated in a flat voice.

Hawkes stopped breathing for a moment. "Where are your parents now?"

"I have no idea. They could be dead for all I care." Danny answered,
angry and defiant.

The former ME turned to face Mac. "And you found him?"

Mac nodded. "Yeah, I was on leave. I was still in the service back then."

Hawkes nodded. "Danny, do you trust me enough to tell me what happened?"

Danny first looked at Mac and then at Don, who grabbed his hand and
nodded. "We're all here for you."

Stella sat down on the other side of Danny and laid a comforting hand
on his leg.

The young man took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "The first few
days… he didn't do anything to me so I thought it wouldn't be so..
bad. He was actually nice to me." Danny laughed harshly. "But then it
started. First light touches, telling me that everything was going to
be okay. I was so stupid.. I believed him." Danny closed his eyes in
shame.

Hawkes tried to stay calm. Based on Danny's previous comments, it was
safe to say that the young blond hadn't gotten a lot of love from his
own parents. It would have been easy for young Danny to mistake those
touches for parentally love.

Danny swallowed hard and continued. "Then it started to get more…
sexual. Undressing me.. moving his hands up and down my chest. He
bathed me.. uhh.. that was when he touched my… well, you know.. for
the first time. That's also when I first started resisting him."
Danny looked away from Sheldon. "The first time I bit him, he beat me
up. He tied me to the bed face-down, he hit me on my behind. I
couldn't sit for a whole week. He told me that it was for my own
good," Danny said softly, as if repeating that phrase was more than he
could bear.

"I knew something wasn't right, I knew that it was bad. That you
weren't suppose to touched a kid that way."

"So you started fighting back?" Hawkes asked, having a hard time
keeping the horror from his voice. The ME couldn't imagine an eight
year old boy fighting off a grown man. But if his survival instincts
had been strong enough, then maybe it had been possible.

Danny nodded. "Yeah, it started when he had me on the bed one day,
naked." A shudder ran down Danny's spine. "He was on top of me,
touching and kissing me."

"He…he took…my and…started to…rub it," Danny choked out. He took a
shuddering breath. "I started to kick and scream, knowing what he was
doing was wrong."

Hawkes was silent, knowing that if he said anything, Danny wouldn't
continue. "He hit me on the head and I lost consciousness. When I came
to, I felt something wet on the inside of my thighs and I was hurting
like hell down there. I looked down and saw…there was blood."

"He raped you?" Hawkes swallowed hard, trying not to throw up.

"No…he said…he loved me. He even…he apologised…he said he was sorry
for being so rough." Danny looked down. "He did it every day. He'd tie
me up on the bed and.. take me." Danny whispered. "He said it was
because he loved me.. more then my own parents ever would."

Danny rolled his neck, trying to ease the tension there. "I tried to
run away a couple of times. The first few times, he'd punish me by
taking a small whip to my back."

Hawkes nodded, he had seen the scars. "But you kept trying?" He knew
how stubborn Danny could be. No matter how dire the situation, Danny
would have tried anything to get away from that creep.

Danny nodded. "Yeah, I kept trying, but he'd catch me every time." The
blond paused, looking over Hawkes' shoulder; Danny avoided everyone's
gaze. "So one day, he came to my room and said that he had no choice
but to make sure I wouldn't run again."

Hawkes saw Danny absentmindedly rubbing his left knee, and he realised
just how severe the punishment had been.

"He tied me to the bed, took a baseball bat and crushed my knee. It's
safe to say that he didn't take me to a hospital but he made sure I
stayed alive. He set my knee as best as he could, and took care of me
himself. He kept telling me over and over how sorry he was but that it
was for my own good. That no one would ever love me like he did."

"And you believed him?" Hawkes took a deep breath, trying to control
his emotions. But when he looked around he noticed that there wasn't a
dry eye in the room, even Mac was silently crying.

Danny hung his head. "Yeah, I did. I started to believe that he really
loved me, so I let him touch me, let him… take me."

Hawkes looked at Mac and nodded; Stockholm syndrome, very common in
long-term hostages. And to make matters worse, Danny'd had no where
else to go, so he would've felt even more attached to that creep. No
wonder he'd been with him for four years. "How did you finally
escape?"

"I didn't, he was going to kill me, and that's when Mac found me."
Danny looked at Mac with watery eyes.

Clearing his throat, Mac spoke. "I was on leave for a week and some of
us went into the city one evening. It was around midnight and I was
ready to go back to the hotel, but the others wanted to stay, so I
left alone. I passed an alley and heard a strange noise. I thought
someone was being mugged or something."

"So being a Marine you had to go and check it out?" Hawkes smiled wryly.

"Yeah, good thing I did. I saw this man bent over something, and he
had a knife in his hand. When I came closer, I realised that he was
leaning over a kid. I yelled, and the guy started running. I wanted to
go after him, but I knew I had to get Danny to a hospital."

"You took him in and raised him?" Hawkes asked.

Danny sighed. "Yeah, he did." He paused, still looking up at Mac. "I'm
not sure where I would've ended up if he hadn't." He slouched back
into the couch, Danny closed his eyes, very tired all of the sudden.

Mac looked at him. "Don, why don't you take him home?"

Don stood and helped Danny get to his feet. Hawkes approached them and
laid a hand on Danny's shoulder. "Thank you for trusting me."

Danny looked at him and gave him a tired smile. "I trust you."

Hawkes smiled, knowing how hard it was for Danny to trust anyone.

THE END.

Past Revisited.

ABvamp — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 10:12:30 CDT

Title: Past Revisited.
Fandom: CSI New York
Pairing: Mac/Danny, past Danny/Michael (OMC) implied.
Author: Aiden
Rating: FRT.
Warning: Language, fluff, disability (paralysis)
Beta: SRS/Silvia *hugs* Thanks a bunches girl, you rock.
Summary: Michael
Disclaimer: I don't own them, if I did they would have much more fun,
I do own any OC in this story. So Michael is all mine.
Challenge: fanfic50
Prompt: 40# Mistake.
Author's note: This is another AU series 'Heartbound' again Paul
thanks for the name. Mac is still with CSI but Danny is an incomplete
paraplegic due to a severe beating and owns several stores through the
city specialised in wheelchairs. I know what you think another
disability fanfic, I actually picked this bunny up in the bunny
orphanage but tweaked it a little bit. *headdesk* There will be a
crossover with my CSI Miami AU later on. You can imagine Speed and
Danny in one town, it's good they have a marine and a redhead to keep
them in line. *grins*

Don walked by Mac's office and saw that he was on the phone.

Glancing up, Mac smiled at Don, licking his lips. The young man moaned
and felt himself getting hard. He seriously needed to control himself.
He slowly breathed in and out. "Fuck you, Mac," he whispered.

Mac snorted as he watched Don trying to control himself.

'What are you snickering about?' Danny asked on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, Don, just walked by," Mac said.

'What are you doing to that poor guy?'

"Nothing," Mac answered, still laughing.

'Yeah, right. So, you think he'll come back for more?' Danny asked.

Mac glanced over to Don, who was still standing in the corner. He
smiled when he saw the predicament the young man was in. "I'm pretty
sure he will." Mac grinned as he watched Don rush over to the locker
room.

'You're bad,' Danny laughed.

"And you like it," Mac retorted.

Danny snickered. 'Hold on,' he told Mac.

Mac heard him talking to someone. "You've got to go?" he asked when
Danny came back on the phone.

'Yeah, someone's asking for me,' Danny answered. 'Love you and see you at home.'

"Love you, too," Mac said. Saying their good byes, Mac clicked his
phone off and saw Don again. "Oh, yeah, he's going to be begging for
more."

~.~

Danny shook his head, smiling when he clicked his phone shut. He
released the breaks on his chair and wheeled out of his office. "So,
who wants to talk to me?" he asked when he entered the front of the
store.

"Hi, Danny."

Danny looked up. "Michael? What are you doing here?"

"Can we talk?" he asked civilly.

Danny sighed, he wasn't in the mood for this right now but he didn't
want to make a scene either. "Let's go to my office." He turned around
and headed for his office.

As soon as they had entered and Michael had closed the door, Danny
turned around. "I thought I told you to stay away from me," he said
firmly.

"I know, but I just…I need to talk to you," Michael retorted. "I need
your forgiveness."

"For what? Betraying our love? Walking out on me when I needed you the
most?" Danny asked, anger evident in his voice.

"I'm… After I left…I started drinking," Michael confessed.

Danny snorted. "Drinking away your sorrows?" he asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, well kinda. After I left, I ended up in some kind of cheap
motel and realised what I had done." Michael was serious, solemn.

"Then why didn't you come back?" Danny asked softly.

"I didn't have the strength to deal with the fact that you'd be stuck
in that chair for the rest of your life. So I…I crawled inside of a
bottle and I stayed there for about two years." Michael paused and
took a deep breath. "I've been clean for two years now, and one of the
steps in the program is about asking the ones you hurt for
forgiveness," Michael explained, moving closer.

Danny looked up straight into his eyes, eyes he once drowned in. "So
you want my forgiveness?"

Michael nodded, moving even closer. He bent over and Danny could feel
his breath on his face. "Yes, please forgive me."

Danny swallowed hard. "I'll forgive you," he replied, not able to take
his eyes off him.

Michael smiled. "Thank you." He moved his tongue over Danny's lips.

Oh, shit, Danny thought, as he felt himself getting aroused. He tried
to move his chair backwards but bumped into his desk.

"Why are you running from this?" Michael asked softly.

"This is… I'm with… oh, fuck," Danny stammered when Michael started to
kiss him and he found himself responding. Unable to stop himself,
Danny let Michael in, tongues tangling.

A knock on the door had them breaking it off. "Yeah?" was all Danny
was able to say.

"Danny, the delivery guy is here," a female voice said on the other
side of the door.

"Thanks, Jessie," Danny answered. He didn't dare to look at Michael.
"I think you should leave and never come back."

"You felt it, too, didn't you?" Michael asked.

"Listen, I'm with someone else now, and I love him very much," Danny
retorted looking up.

Michael just looked at him and smiled. "We'll see." He turned around
and walked towards the door. "May the best man win," he said as he
opened the door and walked away.

Sitting there, Danny couldn't move. Oh, God. What have I done?

THE END.