Dan/Herbert Fanfic
Dan frowned as he watched Herbert carefully attach a woman’s hand to its new home on another woman’s wrist. Some days he enjoyed working on the project they’d taken on together, but on other days Dan would rather be anywhere else. This was one of those times. Herbert was doing most of the work, so Dan allowed his mind to wander.
Dan looked at Herbert. The way Herbert tucked his tie into his shirt always amused Dan. In Dan’s mind it made him look like Colonial Sanders. Lately their “friendship” was rockier than ever. He often found himself snapping at Herbert or being rude to him. He didn’t know why. He just assumed that Herbert’s obsession with his morbid work was getting on his nerves. How Herbert could ramble on about the work and devote all of his time to such a grisly business was beyond Dan.
Herbert needs a girlfriend, he thought. He began to wonder if Herbert had ever had a girlfriend. Dan studied Herbert’s face. Herbert, Dan thought, is a handsome man. Clean cut, nice features… a small nose, pouty lips and mysterious eyes… I guess most women would be put off by his personality and his dark sense of humour… not to mention his abrupt nature and poor social skills.
Dan was bored. He figured he might as well ask Herbert about it.
“Herbert?”
“Yes, Dan?”
“Have you ever, you know, dated someone?” Dan felt stupid just asking the question and regretted saying it even as it was leaving his lips.
Herbert gave Dan a look that conveyed his utter annoyance at being asked this question. Was it too personal? None of Dan’s business? Or did it just venture too far from the topic of their work?
After much more prompting, Dan had finally drawn Herbert into a conversation about the topic. Herbert was hesitant at revealing details, but Dan had already learnt that Herbert had been on several dates in his life, with both women and men. Not because he really wanted to, but because it was an effort in his youth to try to fit in. He wanted to feel normal, so he went on dates with any woman that asked him out. He still didn’t feel right, so he agreed to date a man that asked him. None of his dates made it past the kissing stage. Herbert described it as, “not feeling right, as though there was no actual attraction there. No passion.”
After this conversation, Dan and Herbert’s friendship began to grow friendlier. Herbert seemed almost friendly and open towards Dan over the next few days. Dan hoped that this pleasantness would continue and no disastrous re-animation experiments would ruin his week.
***
Dan pressed his lips firmly against Herbert’s and exhaled warm air into the shorter man’s lungs. And again. He compressed Herbert’s chest with his hands. Two. Three. He returned his lips to Herbert’s and forced Herbert to take a breath into him. Finally, he felt Herbert begin to breathe by himself again. From relief (or was it exhaustion?), Dan fell to the floor next to Herbert and lay on his back. He felt a pang of pain in this still-healing scar from being stabbed in Peru.
Herbert coughed as he sat up. He looked at Dan, squinting without his glasses. “Dan, what happened?”
Dan motioned across the room to the body sporting a new bullet wound on the floor. Dan said amongst rapid breaths, “I shot him… gave you CPR.”
Herbert sat for a moment taking it in. He nodded, “I was dead. I was dead and you bought me back! Without even using the re-agent!” He smiled.
The re-agent hadn’t even sprung to Dan’s mind. His doctor’s instinct had made him instinctually perform resuscitation on Herbert.
As Herbert fumbled to find his glasses, Dan thought of earlier that day, when they had discussed their friendship. Herbert had admitted that Dan was the only person he’d felt a real bond with. Dan was his only true friend. Dan had smiled and actually hugged Herbert. He had begun to feel a strong bond with Herbert too.
Herbert had returned, bespectacled, to Dan’s side, still excitedly rambling on about being resuscitated. Dan heard the tail end of this, “…by breathing air into my lungs! You breathed life into me! You… gave me life!”
Dan realised that Herbert’s enthusiasm stemmed not from Dan saving him, but from the thought that he was dead, and now he was not. Dan was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the level of excitement Herbert was displaying.
***
Days past and Dan noticed that Herbert was acting differently towards him. He was happy, polite, but still work orientated. He kept glancing at Dan in an odd way. That night they had take-away Chinese food for dinner. That was unusual for Herbert too.
That morning the heavy rain had finally got the better of the old house’s roof and caused a cascading flood to tumble into Herbert’s room and soak many of his belongings. Herbert and Dan spent much of the day on the roof in the rain patching the hole temporarily, with tarps, tape and the like.
They changed out of their wet clothes, and that’s when Dan picked up Chinese for dinner. Herbert borrowed a jumper off Dan as all of his were wet, and it was a strangely cold, rainy day. Dan collapsed onto one of the lounges and ate his dinner. Herbert semi-reclined on the other lounge, finishing his Chinese. His eyes were growing heavy and he thought he probably should rest them after such a long day of physical labour. Dan drank the last of his beer and looked over at Herbert. He was lightly snoring. Dan smiled and shut his eyes too. Sleep instantly took him.
Herbert dreamt that he walked through miles of thick red mud to look a mirror. His face stared back at him, old and decomposing. He was dead. A hand on his shoulder made him spin around to see Dan. Dan pressed his lips against Herbert’s and exhaled warm pink air throughout him. It tasted like fairy-floss. Herbert was suddenly his young, alive self again, staring at Dan. Dan had no feet. Dan pushed Herbert to the ground which was now carpeted, and straddled him. Dan reached down towards Herbert, wrapping his fingers around his throat and started choking him.
Dan awoke due to Herbert shaking him and looking at him with a serious look on his face.
“Dan, would you choke me?”
***
A month later things had got no better. In fact, in Dan’s opinion, things had gotten substantially weirder. He felt guilty inside. He felt dirty. He felt as though he was doing something very wrong. More wrong than re-animating the dead. Something perverse.
He couldn’t help himself though. As usual, he found it impossible to resist Herbert’s requests. It sounded simple enough, all he had to do was choke Herbert and bring him back with CPR, but in reality, it scared him. Every time he choked Herbert he was afraid the he would not be able to resuscitate Herbert, and he would be responsible for his best friend’s death.
But he still did it anyway. He was powerless against Herbert’s will. Every few days Herbert would want Dan to do it again. It scared Dan, but on some level he enjoyed it, and that scared Dan even more.
It usually happened the same way. Herbert would take off his tie and lay on the floor. The first few times Dan had sat next to him, but they had found it was easier if Dan straddled him. Sometimes Herbert would remove his glasses, but not every time. Dan would bring his face close to Herbert’s and ask if he was ready. Dan would slowly choke the life from Herbert, looking him in the eyes as he watched him slip away from consciousness…
Herbert would always wake sweaty with a bit of a cough, as Dan moved off him to lie on the floor next to him, the relief visible on his face. Herbert would have a shaky moment or two, then appear charged with life and excitement. He seemed to have a passion for everything afterwards.
Of course, Herbert enjoyed it more than he let on. The choking was both scary and exciting to him. He liked the knowledge that he was defying death, evading its grasp. He enjoyed the warm feeling inside him as he returned and the sensation of Dan’s moist lips on his for that microsecond before Herbert coughed and Dan moved away. It was such a rush; he would get flustered just thinking about it.
He thought that maybe the reason his experimentation subjects returned from the dead with such a negative reaction because the syringe he used to inject the re-agent was so sterile and so violating. Whereas, CPR was warm and personal… the inviting warm touch of another human beckoning you back. They certainly could not be so negative if they returned to the warm lips of Doctor Daniel Cain!
More than that, he found the whole thing left him feeling aroused in some way. It was sexy he thought. He was more aware of his hips. And Dan’s. He found himself looking at Dan on occasion, longing for the pleasure Dan can give him. He had begun to notice things about Dan. Dan had bulked up with much muscle in the time that Herbert had known him. He was what Herbert considered to be the embodiment of the old phrase “tall, dark and handsome.”
Yes, handsome. Dan is quite handsome. More than handsome…Sexy even? Herbert pushed these worrying thoughts out of his mind and concentrated on other tasks.
***
Chest compression. Breath one. Breath two. Herbert coughed to life under Dan. Dan looked relieved to see Herbert’s beautiful eyes open, and was about to roll off onto the floor when Herbert grabbed him to stop him. It was unbearably hot in the house. Dan was extremely sweaty even just wearing a singlet and pants. Herbert pulled Dan towards him for a passionately violent kiss. Dan was shocked by it, but more so to find that he kissed back. Herbert released him and he lay back on the floor, shocked by the experience. One French kiss with Herbert does not make me gay, he reassured himself. I was just swept away in the moment.
The sweaty, passionate moment.
Herbert sat up, peeling himself off the floor where sweat had left him glued to the linoleum, like a nude, overweight man on a leather lounge. He was carried away in the moment. The arousing feeling of being brought back had compelled him to kiss Dan. He knew it was wrong, yet he still did it, and he knew he was about to do it again.
He climbed on top of Dan and kissed him again. This kiss was still forceful and violent, but it was also more deep and full of passion. Herbert’s tongue brushing against Dan’s, allowing him to feel all the texture of every taste bud on the other man’s tongue brushing his and sending him wild for a moment. There it is! Herbert thought, there’s the passion I waited my whole life to find!
When they broke apart Dan said, “Things are getting pretty strange around here Herbert.”
“Actually Dan, I think they’re just getting interesting.”
Ummm... words that might be confusing....
Lounge= sofa
Singlet = I think Americans call them "wife beaters"
linoleum = plastic floor surface that looks like tiles
Dan looked at Herbert. The way Herbert tucked his tie into his shirt always amused Dan. In Dan’s mind it made him look like Colonial Sanders. Lately their “friendship” was rockier than ever. He often found himself snapping at Herbert or being rude to him. He didn’t know why. He just assumed that Herbert’s obsession with his morbid work was getting on his nerves. How Herbert could ramble on about the work and devote all of his time to such a grisly business was beyond Dan.
Herbert needs a girlfriend, he thought. He began to wonder if Herbert had ever had a girlfriend. Dan studied Herbert’s face. Herbert, Dan thought, is a handsome man. Clean cut, nice features… a small nose, pouty lips and mysterious eyes… I guess most women would be put off by his personality and his dark sense of humour… not to mention his abrupt nature and poor social skills.
Dan was bored. He figured he might as well ask Herbert about it.
“Herbert?”
“Yes, Dan?”
“Have you ever, you know, dated someone?” Dan felt stupid just asking the question and regretted saying it even as it was leaving his lips.
Herbert gave Dan a look that conveyed his utter annoyance at being asked this question. Was it too personal? None of Dan’s business? Or did it just venture too far from the topic of their work?
After much more prompting, Dan had finally drawn Herbert into a conversation about the topic. Herbert was hesitant at revealing details, but Dan had already learnt that Herbert had been on several dates in his life, with both women and men. Not because he really wanted to, but because it was an effort in his youth to try to fit in. He wanted to feel normal, so he went on dates with any woman that asked him out. He still didn’t feel right, so he agreed to date a man that asked him. None of his dates made it past the kissing stage. Herbert described it as, “not feeling right, as though there was no actual attraction there. No passion.”
After this conversation, Dan and Herbert’s friendship began to grow friendlier. Herbert seemed almost friendly and open towards Dan over the next few days. Dan hoped that this pleasantness would continue and no disastrous re-animation experiments would ruin his week.
***
Dan pressed his lips firmly against Herbert’s and exhaled warm air into the shorter man’s lungs. And again. He compressed Herbert’s chest with his hands. Two. Three. He returned his lips to Herbert’s and forced Herbert to take a breath into him. Finally, he felt Herbert begin to breathe by himself again. From relief (or was it exhaustion?), Dan fell to the floor next to Herbert and lay on his back. He felt a pang of pain in this still-healing scar from being stabbed in Peru.
Herbert coughed as he sat up. He looked at Dan, squinting without his glasses. “Dan, what happened?”
Dan motioned across the room to the body sporting a new bullet wound on the floor. Dan said amongst rapid breaths, “I shot him… gave you CPR.”
Herbert sat for a moment taking it in. He nodded, “I was dead. I was dead and you bought me back! Without even using the re-agent!” He smiled.
The re-agent hadn’t even sprung to Dan’s mind. His doctor’s instinct had made him instinctually perform resuscitation on Herbert.
As Herbert fumbled to find his glasses, Dan thought of earlier that day, when they had discussed their friendship. Herbert had admitted that Dan was the only person he’d felt a real bond with. Dan was his only true friend. Dan had smiled and actually hugged Herbert. He had begun to feel a strong bond with Herbert too.
Herbert had returned, bespectacled, to Dan’s side, still excitedly rambling on about being resuscitated. Dan heard the tail end of this, “…by breathing air into my lungs! You breathed life into me! You… gave me life!”
Dan realised that Herbert’s enthusiasm stemmed not from Dan saving him, but from the thought that he was dead, and now he was not. Dan was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the level of excitement Herbert was displaying.
***
Days past and Dan noticed that Herbert was acting differently towards him. He was happy, polite, but still work orientated. He kept glancing at Dan in an odd way. That night they had take-away Chinese food for dinner. That was unusual for Herbert too.
That morning the heavy rain had finally got the better of the old house’s roof and caused a cascading flood to tumble into Herbert’s room and soak many of his belongings. Herbert and Dan spent much of the day on the roof in the rain patching the hole temporarily, with tarps, tape and the like.
They changed out of their wet clothes, and that’s when Dan picked up Chinese for dinner. Herbert borrowed a jumper off Dan as all of his were wet, and it was a strangely cold, rainy day. Dan collapsed onto one of the lounges and ate his dinner. Herbert semi-reclined on the other lounge, finishing his Chinese. His eyes were growing heavy and he thought he probably should rest them after such a long day of physical labour. Dan drank the last of his beer and looked over at Herbert. He was lightly snoring. Dan smiled and shut his eyes too. Sleep instantly took him.
Herbert dreamt that he walked through miles of thick red mud to look a mirror. His face stared back at him, old and decomposing. He was dead. A hand on his shoulder made him spin around to see Dan. Dan pressed his lips against Herbert’s and exhaled warm pink air throughout him. It tasted like fairy-floss. Herbert was suddenly his young, alive self again, staring at Dan. Dan had no feet. Dan pushed Herbert to the ground which was now carpeted, and straddled him. Dan reached down towards Herbert, wrapping his fingers around his throat and started choking him.
Dan awoke due to Herbert shaking him and looking at him with a serious look on his face.
“Dan, would you choke me?”
***
A month later things had got no better. In fact, in Dan’s opinion, things had gotten substantially weirder. He felt guilty inside. He felt dirty. He felt as though he was doing something very wrong. More wrong than re-animating the dead. Something perverse.
He couldn’t help himself though. As usual, he found it impossible to resist Herbert’s requests. It sounded simple enough, all he had to do was choke Herbert and bring him back with CPR, but in reality, it scared him. Every time he choked Herbert he was afraid the he would not be able to resuscitate Herbert, and he would be responsible for his best friend’s death.
But he still did it anyway. He was powerless against Herbert’s will. Every few days Herbert would want Dan to do it again. It scared Dan, but on some level he enjoyed it, and that scared Dan even more.
It usually happened the same way. Herbert would take off his tie and lay on the floor. The first few times Dan had sat next to him, but they had found it was easier if Dan straddled him. Sometimes Herbert would remove his glasses, but not every time. Dan would bring his face close to Herbert’s and ask if he was ready. Dan would slowly choke the life from Herbert, looking him in the eyes as he watched him slip away from consciousness…
Herbert would always wake sweaty with a bit of a cough, as Dan moved off him to lie on the floor next to him, the relief visible on his face. Herbert would have a shaky moment or two, then appear charged with life and excitement. He seemed to have a passion for everything afterwards.
Of course, Herbert enjoyed it more than he let on. The choking was both scary and exciting to him. He liked the knowledge that he was defying death, evading its grasp. He enjoyed the warm feeling inside him as he returned and the sensation of Dan’s moist lips on his for that microsecond before Herbert coughed and Dan moved away. It was such a rush; he would get flustered just thinking about it.
He thought that maybe the reason his experimentation subjects returned from the dead with such a negative reaction because the syringe he used to inject the re-agent was so sterile and so violating. Whereas, CPR was warm and personal… the inviting warm touch of another human beckoning you back. They certainly could not be so negative if they returned to the warm lips of Doctor Daniel Cain!
More than that, he found the whole thing left him feeling aroused in some way. It was sexy he thought. He was more aware of his hips. And Dan’s. He found himself looking at Dan on occasion, longing for the pleasure Dan can give him. He had begun to notice things about Dan. Dan had bulked up with much muscle in the time that Herbert had known him. He was what Herbert considered to be the embodiment of the old phrase “tall, dark and handsome.”
Yes, handsome. Dan is quite handsome. More than handsome…Sexy even? Herbert pushed these worrying thoughts out of his mind and concentrated on other tasks.
***
Chest compression. Breath one. Breath two. Herbert coughed to life under Dan. Dan looked relieved to see Herbert’s beautiful eyes open, and was about to roll off onto the floor when Herbert grabbed him to stop him. It was unbearably hot in the house. Dan was extremely sweaty even just wearing a singlet and pants. Herbert pulled Dan towards him for a passionately violent kiss. Dan was shocked by it, but more so to find that he kissed back. Herbert released him and he lay back on the floor, shocked by the experience. One French kiss with Herbert does not make me gay, he reassured himself. I was just swept away in the moment.
The sweaty, passionate moment.
Herbert sat up, peeling himself off the floor where sweat had left him glued to the linoleum, like a nude, overweight man on a leather lounge. He was carried away in the moment. The arousing feeling of being brought back had compelled him to kiss Dan. He knew it was wrong, yet he still did it, and he knew he was about to do it again.
He climbed on top of Dan and kissed him again. This kiss was still forceful and violent, but it was also more deep and full of passion. Herbert’s tongue brushing against Dan’s, allowing him to feel all the texture of every taste bud on the other man’s tongue brushing his and sending him wild for a moment. There it is! Herbert thought, there’s the passion I waited my whole life to find!
When they broke apart Dan said, “Things are getting pretty strange around here Herbert.”
“Actually Dan, I think they’re just getting interesting.”
Ummm... words that might be confusing....
Lounge= sofa
Singlet = I think Americans call them "wife beaters"
linoleum = plastic floor surface that looks like tiles