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Title: Saving Me
Pairing: Demetri/Mark, Olivia/Mark, Demetri/Zoey
Rating: NC-17
Warning/s: Slash, Cheating.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: What happens when a Ghost needs to feel alive?
betaed by Bardic fairie
It started with Demetri walking in on him.
Mosaic had led them to New York where there was a group of people who supposedly had stayed awake during the blackout. Demetri and Mark were staying in a cheap hotel, and Demetri walked in on Mark as he stood in the shower. Demetri looked lost and scared, standing under the spray fully dressed, getting more and more bedraggled as he stared at Mark.
"What is it, Demetri?"
"What happens if you can't save me?"
"That won't happen, I won't let it."
"But what if you can't stop it?....I don't want to die like that, at the whim of someone else."
Demetri was suddenly in Mark's personal space, wet wool pressing against his skin then sliding down as Demetri went to his knees.
Mark knew he should stop it, pull his partner to his feet and push him out of the shower, but Olivia was so busy being mad about his future drinking that she was pushing him away from her, and he'd had nothing but his own hand to work with for months.
Demetri made a soft whimpering sound against the juncture between his hips and groin as Mark's hand carded through his hair, caressing before tangling up in the dark locks, His partner turned his head slightly, running his tongue along the already hardening flesh there, before swallowing him down.
Mark held Demetri's head gently as the younger agent scraped his teeth lightly along the underside of his erection, tongue swirling around the tip, before following the teeth's path.
Demetri's mouth slid back and forth along the hard cock, taking more and more in with each pass, until Mark found it wouldn't go any further without Demetri's nose being squashed.
Mark shuddered as Demetri's throat closed around his erection; barely keeping control, he managed to gasp out.
"You've been practising this, haven't you?"
Demetri made a muffled noise, followed by a gentle pop as Mark pulled him up.
Mark's eyes were wild as he stared into Demetri's, not angry, more like a possessive lust that he knew he should not be wearing on his face, but he couldn't help it, not with the undisguised need in his partner's eyes.
He yanked the soaked tie from around Demetri's neck, before moving to the jacket; unable to get the buttons undone, he tore it and the shirt underneath apart. Pressing his lips to one of the nipples, he sucked it into his mouth.
Demetri groaned as Mark's hands dove for his pants, yanking the button through the hole and pulling the zipper far enough to shove them down his legs. Reaching into his boxer shorts, Mark wrapped his fingers around the hard cock underneath them.
Giving it a few short strokes, Mark pulled away and turned Demetri into the wall, pressing himself along the younger man's back he whispered in his ear.
"This is your chance to say no."
Demetri's response was to arc against the older agent, pressing his ass along the waiting erection.
Getting his answer, Mark grabbed the bottle of conditioner, full knowledge of both their previous medical checkups meant he had no desire for a condom. Demetri groaned as Mark pushed one of his fingers into the tight passage.
Demetri stopped him from adding more.
"No more prepping, I need you in me."
"Are you sure?"
Demetri's only action was to grab Mark's cock and press it into his waiting ass. Taking the hint, Mark thrust forward, revelling in the harsh cry it pulled from his partner's lips.
It wasn't a gentle session, Mark's movements lifted Demetri's legs from the floor and arced his spine, making it so the younger man couldn't make any movements, only feel as he was pushed to the brink.
Mark could feel it as Demetri reached the edge. The tight heat spasmed around him as the younger man's come splashed across the shower tiles, pulling him along for the ride and making him slide into darkness.
They woke with gasps, the still running water cold on their faces. Mark looked ashamed.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that with you, shouldn't have done it to Olivia."
Demetri's eyes were gentle, he pulled Mark into his arms and carried him out of the room.
"You never cheated on Olivia Mark, she left two years ago."
"But, we're at the hotel, looking for leads to save your life."
"You already saved me, Mark."
The room they entered was not the hotel room Mark thought it was, and Demetri's completely dry suit lay condemningly along the back of the couch.
"You got to me before they did, but the bullet hit you in the head, it almost killed you."
"How...How long have we been together then?"
"We started dating three months before I would have died, Olivia had left you and Zoey couldn't handle the fact that I might die on her."
Mark slumped against his lover's chest as his memories came back to him. The bullet had shattered his memory centre, he would forget all about something one day, only to remember it later.
"Why are you still here with me?"
"Mark, even before we became lovers, you were my friend. I would never leave you alone like that."
Demetri kissed the top of Mark's head as the older man fell asleep. He hoped tomorrow would be one of Mark's better days.
Pairing: Demetri/Mark, Olivia/Mark, Demetri/Zoey
Rating: NC-17
Warning/s: Slash, Cheating.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: What happens when a Ghost needs to feel alive?
betaed by Bardic fairie
It started with Demetri walking in on him.
Mosaic had led them to New York where there was a group of people who supposedly had stayed awake during the blackout. Demetri and Mark were staying in a cheap hotel, and Demetri walked in on Mark as he stood in the shower. Demetri looked lost and scared, standing under the spray fully dressed, getting more and more bedraggled as he stared at Mark.
"What is it, Demetri?"
"What happens if you can't save me?"
"That won't happen, I won't let it."
"But what if you can't stop it?....I don't want to die like that, at the whim of someone else."
Demetri was suddenly in Mark's personal space, wet wool pressing against his skin then sliding down as Demetri went to his knees.
Mark knew he should stop it, pull his partner to his feet and push him out of the shower, but Olivia was so busy being mad about his future drinking that she was pushing him away from her, and he'd had nothing but his own hand to work with for months.
Demetri made a soft whimpering sound against the juncture between his hips and groin as Mark's hand carded through his hair, caressing before tangling up in the dark locks, His partner turned his head slightly, running his tongue along the already hardening flesh there, before swallowing him down.
Mark held Demetri's head gently as the younger agent scraped his teeth lightly along the underside of his erection, tongue swirling around the tip, before following the teeth's path.
Demetri's mouth slid back and forth along the hard cock, taking more and more in with each pass, until Mark found it wouldn't go any further without Demetri's nose being squashed.
Mark shuddered as Demetri's throat closed around his erection; barely keeping control, he managed to gasp out.
"You've been practising this, haven't you?"
Demetri made a muffled noise, followed by a gentle pop as Mark pulled him up.
Mark's eyes were wild as he stared into Demetri's, not angry, more like a possessive lust that he knew he should not be wearing on his face, but he couldn't help it, not with the undisguised need in his partner's eyes.
He yanked the soaked tie from around Demetri's neck, before moving to the jacket; unable to get the buttons undone, he tore it and the shirt underneath apart. Pressing his lips to one of the nipples, he sucked it into his mouth.
Demetri groaned as Mark's hands dove for his pants, yanking the button through the hole and pulling the zipper far enough to shove them down his legs. Reaching into his boxer shorts, Mark wrapped his fingers around the hard cock underneath them.
Giving it a few short strokes, Mark pulled away and turned Demetri into the wall, pressing himself along the younger man's back he whispered in his ear.
"This is your chance to say no."
Demetri's response was to arc against the older agent, pressing his ass along the waiting erection.
Getting his answer, Mark grabbed the bottle of conditioner, full knowledge of both their previous medical checkups meant he had no desire for a condom. Demetri groaned as Mark pushed one of his fingers into the tight passage.
Demetri stopped him from adding more.
"No more prepping, I need you in me."
"Are you sure?"
Demetri's only action was to grab Mark's cock and press it into his waiting ass. Taking the hint, Mark thrust forward, revelling in the harsh cry it pulled from his partner's lips.
It wasn't a gentle session, Mark's movements lifted Demetri's legs from the floor and arced his spine, making it so the younger man couldn't make any movements, only feel as he was pushed to the brink.
Mark could feel it as Demetri reached the edge. The tight heat spasmed around him as the younger man's come splashed across the shower tiles, pulling him along for the ride and making him slide into darkness.
They woke with gasps, the still running water cold on their faces. Mark looked ashamed.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that with you, shouldn't have done it to Olivia."
Demetri's eyes were gentle, he pulled Mark into his arms and carried him out of the room.
"You never cheated on Olivia Mark, she left two years ago."
"But, we're at the hotel, looking for leads to save your life."
"You already saved me, Mark."
The room they entered was not the hotel room Mark thought it was, and Demetri's completely dry suit lay condemningly along the back of the couch.
"You got to me before they did, but the bullet hit you in the head, it almost killed you."
"How...How long have we been together then?"
"We started dating three months before I would have died, Olivia had left you and Zoey couldn't handle the fact that I might die on her."
Mark slumped against his lover's chest as his memories came back to him. The bullet had shattered his memory centre, he would forget all about something one day, only to remember it later.
"Why are you still here with me?"
"Mark, even before we became lovers, you were my friend. I would never leave you alone like that."
Demetri kissed the top of Mark's head as the older man fell asleep. He hoped tomorrow would be one of Mark's better days.