Prompt: #3 - Ends (CSI:M - FRAO - Timothy Speedle)
Title: The Beginning of the End
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Various Executives, Producers, Writers and studios who have more lawyers on retainer than I want to mess with do. I'm not making any money off of them - just borrowing for a little while.
Summary: Diego sees the signs
Beta: Star (Gil)
Genre: Slash
Author's Note: Set during the flashback scene in Detective Riddick, just after Riddick lost Bryon.
Challenge: 100 Slash - Timothy Speedle
Prompt: #3 - Ends
Word Count: 949
~*~
The moment they had run into the warehouse, he had known. Timothy's attention turned towards the newly turned Vampire. He had seen his lover shut down, put back the walls he had worked so hard to pull down.
Don Diego slipped his sword into the scabbard and moved towards the hurting young man. The feral silver eyes flashed to him, full of pain, anger and hatred. Diego couldn't help but feel the same towards the young man. It would be because of him that he lost Timothy.
"Don, we need to get him back to the hotel," Timothy said softly. His lover was hurting, but holding strong for the street rat. Bryon's street rat. An ache settled into his own heart. Though Bryon had been Timothy's childe, the two had actually trained and raised him.
"I'll send a messenger out to Briscoe to get the room prepared." Diego gave his lover's shoulder a squeeze. "We'll get through this."
Timothy nodded. "Thanks."
Don Diego walked out of the warehouse, leaving behind his lover. He knew Timothy wouldn't walk out on him; he wasn't that type of person. They loved each other in their own way. It wasn't the devotion a Vampire has to his Mate, but it was a strong bond.
The one thing he loved about Tim was his devotion to those he cared about. Being that Riddick was Bryon's Mate, he would give all to take care of him. Leaving no room to take care of himself.
Sometimes he was too much like his own damn Sire. Nick tended to have the same qualities. But it was a quality that made everyone love them, want to protect them, and even die for them.
They had spent over thirty years together. Exploring the New World and Europe. He had shown Timothy his home country, while Tim had taken him to Caine Manor. Diego had seen the paintings, seen the family trait of piercing blue eyes. He knew one day he would lose his lover to a Caine. Timothy's Mate.
He had expected at least another couple decades. But then he of all people knew that life just didn't happen the way it was planned.
Diego leaned up against the bedroom door and watched Tim move around the room, muttering to himself about things that needed to be done. He stopped and looked over at Don, something in his dark eyes that was hard to distinguish. Even after all these years, there were parts of Timothy that Diego still didn't know, and probably would never know. They were reserved for his Lord.
"I'm not leaving." Timothy walked over to him, pulling Don into a heated kiss.
"Not now, I know." He slipped his arms around the smaller man. "But in time."
Tim looked him in the eyes and then sighed, laying his head on the broad shoulder. "I love you."
Don kissed the unruly head of hair. "You are my heart. But we both know one day we will find our Souls."
"Why do you put up with me?" Tim asked.
"Because there is something about you that makes me want to wrap you in wool to protect you, poke at you to see those eyes just flash in annoyance, and fuck you into the bed." Diego lifted his face up. "What we have was never meant to last forever, we knew that..."
"So we enjoy what time we have." He reached up and kissed him hard. "Remember the first night?"
"How could I forget?" Diego growled lightly as his shirt was ripped. "I liked that shirt."
"I'll buy you a new one," he muttered, licking at the pert nipples. He pulled back slightly and turned Don around and pushed him against the door. "I need you."
He moaned as his breeches were undone and pushed down, and he felt slick fingers at his entrance. He was still open from the previous night. They had both tried to ignore the noises that had been coming from Bryon's room, but by their third go around Timothy had tossed the book and pounced, pushing Don into the bed and fucking him senseless.
Timothy pushed into the quivering hole. He moaned, his forehead resting on Diego's shoulder. "God you feel so good."
Don squeezed around the hard cock. "You going to sit there or do something?" His fingers gripped at the door as Tim pulled out and shoved back into him, scraping past that one spot. He cried out with each thrust pushing back to take his lover in deeper. He felt Tim's calloused hands wrap around his own hard cock and stroke it, matching each hard thrust.
It didn't take long for either man to come. He felt Tim's release shoot into his body, triggering his own orgasm. Both of them collapsing into the wall, panting through the after shocks. Tim pulled and grabbed a cloth near the washbasin and cleaned both of them up. He lovingly stripped Don down and got them into the bed, curling against him.
"I won't leave."
Don kissed the top of his head, and held him close. "Not now, but one day."
Neither said anything, just enjoyed the moment between them.
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Various Executives, Producers, Writers and studios who have more lawyers on retainer than I want to mess with do. I'm not making any money off of them - just borrowing for a little while.
Summary: Diego sees the signs
Beta: Star (Gil)
Genre: Slash
Author's Note: Set during the flashback scene in Detective Riddick, just after Riddick lost Bryon.
Challenge: 100 Slash - Timothy Speedle
Prompt: #3 - Ends
Word Count: 949
~*~
The moment they had run into the warehouse, he had known. Timothy's attention turned towards the newly turned Vampire. He had seen his lover shut down, put back the walls he had worked so hard to pull down.
Don Diego slipped his sword into the scabbard and moved towards the hurting young man. The feral silver eyes flashed to him, full of pain, anger and hatred. Diego couldn't help but feel the same towards the young man. It would be because of him that he lost Timothy.
"Don, we need to get him back to the hotel," Timothy said softly. His lover was hurting, but holding strong for the street rat. Bryon's street rat. An ache settled into his own heart. Though Bryon had been Timothy's childe, the two had actually trained and raised him.
"I'll send a messenger out to Briscoe to get the room prepared." Diego gave his lover's shoulder a squeeze. "We'll get through this."
Timothy nodded. "Thanks."
Don Diego walked out of the warehouse, leaving behind his lover. He knew Timothy wouldn't walk out on him; he wasn't that type of person. They loved each other in their own way. It wasn't the devotion a Vampire has to his Mate, but it was a strong bond.
The one thing he loved about Tim was his devotion to those he cared about. Being that Riddick was Bryon's Mate, he would give all to take care of him. Leaving no room to take care of himself.
Sometimes he was too much like his own damn Sire. Nick tended to have the same qualities. But it was a quality that made everyone love them, want to protect them, and even die for them.
They had spent over thirty years together. Exploring the New World and Europe. He had shown Timothy his home country, while Tim had taken him to Caine Manor. Diego had seen the paintings, seen the family trait of piercing blue eyes. He knew one day he would lose his lover to a Caine. Timothy's Mate.
He had expected at least another couple decades. But then he of all people knew that life just didn't happen the way it was planned.
Diego leaned up against the bedroom door and watched Tim move around the room, muttering to himself about things that needed to be done. He stopped and looked over at Don, something in his dark eyes that was hard to distinguish. Even after all these years, there were parts of Timothy that Diego still didn't know, and probably would never know. They were reserved for his Lord.
"I'm not leaving." Timothy walked over to him, pulling Don into a heated kiss.
"Not now, I know." He slipped his arms around the smaller man. "But in time."
Tim looked him in the eyes and then sighed, laying his head on the broad shoulder. "I love you."
Don kissed the unruly head of hair. "You are my heart. But we both know one day we will find our Souls."
"Why do you put up with me?" Tim asked.
"Because there is something about you that makes me want to wrap you in wool to protect you, poke at you to see those eyes just flash in annoyance, and fuck you into the bed." Diego lifted his face up. "What we have was never meant to last forever, we knew that..."
"So we enjoy what time we have." He reached up and kissed him hard. "Remember the first night?"
"How could I forget?" Diego growled lightly as his shirt was ripped. "I liked that shirt."
"I'll buy you a new one," he muttered, licking at the pert nipples. He pulled back slightly and turned Don around and pushed him against the door. "I need you."
He moaned as his breeches were undone and pushed down, and he felt slick fingers at his entrance. He was still open from the previous night. They had both tried to ignore the noises that had been coming from Bryon's room, but by their third go around Timothy had tossed the book and pounced, pushing Don into the bed and fucking him senseless.
Timothy pushed into the quivering hole. He moaned, his forehead resting on Diego's shoulder. "God you feel so good."
Don squeezed around the hard cock. "You going to sit there or do something?" His fingers gripped at the door as Tim pulled out and shoved back into him, scraping past that one spot. He cried out with each thrust pushing back to take his lover in deeper. He felt Tim's calloused hands wrap around his own hard cock and stroke it, matching each hard thrust.
It didn't take long for either man to come. He felt Tim's release shoot into his body, triggering his own orgasm. Both of them collapsing into the wall, panting through the after shocks. Tim pulled and grabbed a cloth near the washbasin and cleaned both of them up. He lovingly stripped Don down and got them into the bed, curling against him.
"I won't leave."
Don kissed the top of his head, and held him close. "Not now, but one day."
Neither said anything, just enjoyed the moment between them.