a binding
title: A Binding
with: Danny/Mac
rated: R
herein: the latent link between them has been blown open
disclaim: I only own the dvds; everything belongs to Zuiker, CBS, et al
note: a part of the BSI verse; stellaluna’s tag ||| my tag; takes place a good time after If It Wasn’t the Wind
for stellaluna- - Happy Birthday!
It had been routine. As routine as things get in their line of work.
Danny has the chimera cornered in the back of the warehouse. It’s a physical creature; the rules are much more finite, almost simple. Mac is coming closer from the left, gun drawn. They’ve both changed to clips of silver bullets. Backup is six minutes out, maybe five, but even so, he and Mac should be able to handle it. The chimera crouches into a defensive position.
Then there’s a horrible tearing sound that Danny can feel in the marrow of his bones. His gut wrenches, vertigo slamming him to his knees. The chimera is gone, and in its place is a shadow that folds into itself over and over again, a shadow too deep to see through. White noise crashes through Danny’s head, but Mac’s voice weaves its way in.
Danny picks up the other half of the chant automatically, training kicking in as his mind falls blank. He’s still on his knees, muscles cramping with the sudden overload of power coursing through him. Mac is standing, palms up, hands braced against nothing. His pupils are blown wide, filled with the darkness that folds into itself, and Danny stares until he can see nothing. Until there is nothing but the syllables coming from his lips, twining with Mac’s, locking together in a heartbeat rhythm.
Then it’s done, the tear closed, and Danny falls forward onto his hands. For a minute he’s still blind, sucking in great breaths of air. He feels wrung out, and he wants to sink down onto the cool concrete.
“Danny?” Mac’s voice is hoarse. “Are you okay?”
Danny blinks away the stars skating through his vision. For a split-second, he can see himself on his hands and knees, head hung low, then he looks up at Mac who is pale and still dark-eyed.
“I’m okay.” Danny sounds like he’s been screaming for hours. “Are you okay?”
Mac nods, and Danny feels that odd sense of dislocation again. The latent link between them has been blown open, and Danny curses the succubus and their dead demon child. He’s finally gotten to the point where he can look straight at what had happened without flinching. His eyes blur for a moment. Mac clears his throat, but whatever he is going to say gets lost in the noise of their backup arriving.
…
Hours later, Danny is getting ready to go home, but he still feels off-balance. He knows it’s bad, it’s dangerous, it means he needs to find Mac.
He doesn’t want to find Mac; he knows what will happen if he does.
In the end, Danny waits on the sidewalk and meets Mac as he leaves the Bureau. They don’t speak. Mac’s eyes are still unnaturally dark. Danny has avoided looking in the mirror all afternoon, but now he can see the naked want on his own face, see it through Mac’s eyes.
Mac brushes his fingers over the back of Danny’s hand, and at the touch flames lick through Danny’s body. Together they head to Mac’s apartment. They don’t speak; they don’t need to. Too much is thrumming between them already.
Danny closes his eyes as he steps through the vertigo of Mac’s wards, and his eyes are still closed when Mac pushes him gently against the wall.
“We shouldn’t,” Mac says. His breath is warm against Danny’s lips. “There are other ways.”
There are other ways to equalize the energy between them, but none as effective. And Danny wants. Has wanted. He bites his lip until he tastes blood.
“Danny,” Mac says, and it sounds like help me. “Danny, we shouldn’t.” His hands curl into fists against Danny’s waist. Mac has never been so close, and the thing that wore Mac’s body was never so desperate. Danny brings his hands up to cup Mac’s face. He can feel Mac’s desperation in his own bones.
Danny opens his eyes. Mac wants. Has wanted. His pupils are blown wide. Mac has wanted. The world shifts on its axis.
“I didn’t know,” Danny says quietly. He isn’t supposed to know. Mac’s skin is hot. He isn’t supposed to know, and that’s only one reason they shouldn’t.
Mac moves incrementally closer. His hands relax and slide beneath Danny’s shirt. Danny gasps. It’s like completing a circuit. Sparks move beneath his skin. It is completing a circuit. Danny leans his forehead again Mac’s and lets his eyes drift closed again. Mac is wide open, and Danny leans in, leans into the want. Mac wants to kiss him. Has wanted.
Mac moves back suddenly, untangles himself physically, but only physically. Everything is still thrumming between them, humming beneath their skin. Danny is hard and knows without looking that Mac is too.
“We shouldn’t,” Mac says again. He looks devastated.
Danny reaches into that storm between them, reaches for the threads running through Mac’s body and caresses them once before pulling away. He tries to disentangle himself, a cold stone settling into his stomach. He can’t look at Mac, can’t because he’ll see the want.
Mac makes a broken noise, then he’s there in front of Danny, pulling them back together. He’s kissing Danny, open-mouthed and breathless. Danny wraps himself around Mac. It’s like falling downhill. Like a prophecy fulfilled. Danny shudders, unsure where the thought comes from.
In Mac’s bedroom, they strip each other slowly. Danny kisses the planes of Mac’s neck and torso. Mac’s hands measure the strength of Danny’s back, his mouth the breadth of Danny’s shoulders. They stretch out beside one another, moving together in mirrored reflection. Mac’s hand strokes down Danny’s body, finally closing around Danny’s cock, pressure just right. Danny reaches for Mac, and they begin to move at the same pace. It’s a closed circuit again, sparks melting Danny’s spine.
Mac shifts, drawing Danny closer, kissing him deeply. Danny moves over him, one kiss sliding into the next, and they rub against each other in a steady, inevitable rhythm. Mac’s hands speak against Danny’s skin, speak relief and fear and so much want. Danny tries to reassure with every inch of his body, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.
They come at the same time, a rush of heat and ache.
Danny’s mind is empty as he slides to the side and lies against Mac. He feels wrung out again. Mac is no longer there just beneath his skin, but when he rests his hand over Mac’s heart, their pulses are in sync. It’s soothing.
“This is dangerous,” Mac says.
“It is.” Danny knows it is, but he can’t put his finger on why. It’s more dangerous than what they would do and have done with other people, with other members of the team. He doesn’t know why.
Mac rubs a fingertip around the knob at the top of Danny’s spine, and Danny shivers. He knows it’s dangerous, knows it deep in his lizard brain, and he presses himself more firmly against Mac’s side.
It’s inevitable, though. They both know they won’t stop. They won’t be able to. Danny closes his eyes and listens to their hearts beating in time.
“Nothing is inevitable,” Mac says quietly. His voice is strained, like the words are costing him too much. “We always have a choice.”
Danny makes a frustrated noise and curls the hand over Mac’s heart into a fist. The scar across Danny’s stomach throbs. The connection is still there, will always be there. He’s too tired to fight anymore.
“Nothing.” Mac’s lips brush against Danny’s forehead. “We make our own hell.”
“Shut up,” Danny says. “Just shut up.”
Mac’s hand tightens around the back of Danny’s neck, and his lips press more firmly to Danny’s forehead. Danny’s knuckles are white against Mac’s skin. They’re trapped in it together. At least they’re trapped in it together.
with: Danny/Mac
rated: R
herein: the latent link between them has been blown open
disclaim: I only own the dvds; everything belongs to Zuiker, CBS, et al
note: a part of the BSI verse; stellaluna’s tag ||| my tag; takes place a good time after If It Wasn’t the Wind
for stellaluna- - Happy Birthday!
It had been routine. As routine as things get in their line of work.
Danny has the chimera cornered in the back of the warehouse. It’s a physical creature; the rules are much more finite, almost simple. Mac is coming closer from the left, gun drawn. They’ve both changed to clips of silver bullets. Backup is six minutes out, maybe five, but even so, he and Mac should be able to handle it. The chimera crouches into a defensive position.
Then there’s a horrible tearing sound that Danny can feel in the marrow of his bones. His gut wrenches, vertigo slamming him to his knees. The chimera is gone, and in its place is a shadow that folds into itself over and over again, a shadow too deep to see through. White noise crashes through Danny’s head, but Mac’s voice weaves its way in.
Danny picks up the other half of the chant automatically, training kicking in as his mind falls blank. He’s still on his knees, muscles cramping with the sudden overload of power coursing through him. Mac is standing, palms up, hands braced against nothing. His pupils are blown wide, filled with the darkness that folds into itself, and Danny stares until he can see nothing. Until there is nothing but the syllables coming from his lips, twining with Mac’s, locking together in a heartbeat rhythm.
Then it’s done, the tear closed, and Danny falls forward onto his hands. For a minute he’s still blind, sucking in great breaths of air. He feels wrung out, and he wants to sink down onto the cool concrete.
“Danny?” Mac’s voice is hoarse. “Are you okay?”
Danny blinks away the stars skating through his vision. For a split-second, he can see himself on his hands and knees, head hung low, then he looks up at Mac who is pale and still dark-eyed.
“I’m okay.” Danny sounds like he’s been screaming for hours. “Are you okay?”
Mac nods, and Danny feels that odd sense of dislocation again. The latent link between them has been blown open, and Danny curses the succubus and their dead demon child. He’s finally gotten to the point where he can look straight at what had happened without flinching. His eyes blur for a moment. Mac clears his throat, but whatever he is going to say gets lost in the noise of their backup arriving.
…
Hours later, Danny is getting ready to go home, but he still feels off-balance. He knows it’s bad, it’s dangerous, it means he needs to find Mac.
He doesn’t want to find Mac; he knows what will happen if he does.
In the end, Danny waits on the sidewalk and meets Mac as he leaves the Bureau. They don’t speak. Mac’s eyes are still unnaturally dark. Danny has avoided looking in the mirror all afternoon, but now he can see the naked want on his own face, see it through Mac’s eyes.
Mac brushes his fingers over the back of Danny’s hand, and at the touch flames lick through Danny’s body. Together they head to Mac’s apartment. They don’t speak; they don’t need to. Too much is thrumming between them already.
Danny closes his eyes as he steps through the vertigo of Mac’s wards, and his eyes are still closed when Mac pushes him gently against the wall.
“We shouldn’t,” Mac says. His breath is warm against Danny’s lips. “There are other ways.”
There are other ways to equalize the energy between them, but none as effective. And Danny wants. Has wanted. He bites his lip until he tastes blood.
“Danny,” Mac says, and it sounds like help me. “Danny, we shouldn’t.” His hands curl into fists against Danny’s waist. Mac has never been so close, and the thing that wore Mac’s body was never so desperate. Danny brings his hands up to cup Mac’s face. He can feel Mac’s desperation in his own bones.
Danny opens his eyes. Mac wants. Has wanted. His pupils are blown wide. Mac has wanted. The world shifts on its axis.
“I didn’t know,” Danny says quietly. He isn’t supposed to know. Mac’s skin is hot. He isn’t supposed to know, and that’s only one reason they shouldn’t.
Mac moves incrementally closer. His hands relax and slide beneath Danny’s shirt. Danny gasps. It’s like completing a circuit. Sparks move beneath his skin. It is completing a circuit. Danny leans his forehead again Mac’s and lets his eyes drift closed again. Mac is wide open, and Danny leans in, leans into the want. Mac wants to kiss him. Has wanted.
Mac moves back suddenly, untangles himself physically, but only physically. Everything is still thrumming between them, humming beneath their skin. Danny is hard and knows without looking that Mac is too.
“We shouldn’t,” Mac says again. He looks devastated.
Danny reaches into that storm between them, reaches for the threads running through Mac’s body and caresses them once before pulling away. He tries to disentangle himself, a cold stone settling into his stomach. He can’t look at Mac, can’t because he’ll see the want.
Mac makes a broken noise, then he’s there in front of Danny, pulling them back together. He’s kissing Danny, open-mouthed and breathless. Danny wraps himself around Mac. It’s like falling downhill. Like a prophecy fulfilled. Danny shudders, unsure where the thought comes from.
In Mac’s bedroom, they strip each other slowly. Danny kisses the planes of Mac’s neck and torso. Mac’s hands measure the strength of Danny’s back, his mouth the breadth of Danny’s shoulders. They stretch out beside one another, moving together in mirrored reflection. Mac’s hand strokes down Danny’s body, finally closing around Danny’s cock, pressure just right. Danny reaches for Mac, and they begin to move at the same pace. It’s a closed circuit again, sparks melting Danny’s spine.
Mac shifts, drawing Danny closer, kissing him deeply. Danny moves over him, one kiss sliding into the next, and they rub against each other in a steady, inevitable rhythm. Mac’s hands speak against Danny’s skin, speak relief and fear and so much want. Danny tries to reassure with every inch of his body, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.
They come at the same time, a rush of heat and ache.
Danny’s mind is empty as he slides to the side and lies against Mac. He feels wrung out again. Mac is no longer there just beneath his skin, but when he rests his hand over Mac’s heart, their pulses are in sync. It’s soothing.
“This is dangerous,” Mac says.
“It is.” Danny knows it is, but he can’t put his finger on why. It’s more dangerous than what they would do and have done with other people, with other members of the team. He doesn’t know why.
Mac rubs a fingertip around the knob at the top of Danny’s spine, and Danny shivers. He knows it’s dangerous, knows it deep in his lizard brain, and he presses himself more firmly against Mac’s side.
It’s inevitable, though. They both know they won’t stop. They won’t be able to. Danny closes his eyes and listens to their hearts beating in time.
“Nothing is inevitable,” Mac says quietly. His voice is strained, like the words are costing him too much. “We always have a choice.”
Danny makes a frustrated noise and curls the hand over Mac’s heart into a fist. The scar across Danny’s stomach throbs. The connection is still there, will always be there. He’s too tired to fight anymore.
“Nothing.” Mac’s lips brush against Danny’s forehead. “We make our own hell.”
“Shut up,” Danny says. “Just shut up.”
Mac’s hand tightens around the back of Danny’s neck, and his lips press more firmly to Danny’s forehead. Danny’s knuckles are white against Mac’s skin. They’re trapped in it together. At least they’re trapped in it together.