Fic: "Undercover" (Mac/Danny) NC-17
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: Undercover
Author: gin200168
Rating: NC-17 for sexual acts
Summary: Danny returns after a long time away.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Danny Messer
A/N: stellaluna_ did the usual fixing since I came up with it for her one night when she demanded M/D sexx0r. She eventually got it, even if there was a whole story to be told first. Sorta an early birthday request for her too. And she helped me figure out what Danny would be wearing to blend in as a club rat.
Feedback always welcome. (Keeps the stories coming!)
Mac looks up from the trace lab and sees Danny come out of the elevators and around the corner. He's almost unrecognizable, except for his characteristic hips-forward swagger. Clean shaven, new contacts, hair cut differently and bleached nearly platinum. The clothes are practically painted on, and the shiny embellishments are just too much-- especially the one contoured over his crotch like a shiny homing beacon for attention. The whole getup is completely not Danny, and never something he'd expect any of his people to look like or wear at home, much less in the lab. Danny was able to keep in good shape wherever he was, abs and arms even more sculpted and prominent than before.
What twists in his gut are the two serious-looking feds following closely behind. It worries Mac, but their presence is a double-edged sword-- he's not heard anything for months, even after calling in some favors-- except he couldn't do too much without raising too many suspicions. As much as their presence is foreboding, it's comforting. Danny's alive, and in front of him, walking through the lab like it's home and where he belongs. And it is.
When this strange-looking Danny and his entourage head for his office, Mac's heart leaps into his throat. Maybe they're done; maybe now he'll have Danny back on his team where he can always keep him in sight. Where he can protect him. Where he knows who has Danny's back, who will keep him safe. Not involved in some stupid bust for the feds who probably don't give more than a rat's ass about some young cop with a mobbed-up family like any other throwaway informant.
Mac thought maybe at first it was mob-connected, but taking one look at Danny's head-turning appearance, he's not so sure anymore. He doesn't know of anything mob-connected off the top of his head that would require Danny to dress like that. Plenty of other things he doesn't want to even think about come to mind, and he has to keep himself from becoming visibly upset. He's in the middle of the lab, and Danny doesn't need any more worries about his life here added to whatever he's dealing with at the moment.
The fact that they're even here strikes as much fear as it does comfort in him. Danny's in front of him, living and breathing, ok for the moment. Mac worries that this might be the last time he'll see him alive; a two-agent escort into a NYPD building and Danny's conspicuous appearance probably wouldn't bode well for his safety on the street.
Danny and the two men have seated themselves in his office-- Danny in the chairs in front of his desk and the agents on the couch, where they all seem to be conversing. As soon as Mac opens the door, the room falls quiet and they all turn to face him.
He looks first over at Danny, and his eyes tell Mac all he needs to know-- they're hollow and exhausted, and he looks about ready to cry. It strikes Mac hard in the gut because they seem so open to him, practically begging. For what he's not sure exactly, but it twists at his gut even more to not be able to do anything about it. All he wants to do grab him and never let go, and the look in his eyes makes it seem that Danny feels the same way-- but not here, in the middle of a glass-walled office with half the lab staring at them and two federal agents sitting on the couch and watching their every move.
"Detective Messer, gentlemen," Mac says, as he walks toward Danny, hand extended in greeting. Danny stands to greet him, and the agents make no effort to move. Danny grips his hand tight like a lifeline, rubbing his thumb against Mac's hand as he hangs on a bit longer than propriety allows. Strangely he can't bring himself to care what these agents think, and he knows that nobody in the lab would notice. Mac nods politely to Danny's two escorts, who barely return the greeting.
"I take it that this isn't a social call. How can I help you?" he says with cold politeness. Mac looks at the men in the dark suits expectantly, and he can feel Danny staring at him, and has to keep himself from giving in to the impulse to look down.
Danny speaks up when the suits stay silent, straightening out his shoulders and standing a little taller. "I came by to tell you in person that I'll be back and eligible for duty in three weeks. I hope there's still room for me here." His body projects confidence that there is room for him, but his eyes practically beg Mac to say yes. As if they would take him away again if Mac said no.
"There'll always be a place for you on my team, Danny. Three weeks it is-- take all the time you need." Mac allows himself to smile a little, and Danny visibly relaxes and smiles brightly at him for a moment. One of the men shuffles his feet and it instantly draws Danny's attention away. When the man says nothing, he turns back to Mac.
"Thank... Thank you, Mac. There's no team I'd rather be on. Looking forward to it." He looks at Mac, as if he's silently begging to stay.
"Time's up, Detective Messer," one of the men says as they stand up, moving slowly toward Danny, as if willing to physically remove him if need be.
Mac looks between them and back to Danny, who rubs the back of his neck and looks down, but his eyes still on Mac's. He seems to sense Mac's confusion without him ever indicating it.
"Sorry about the clothes and that I can't stay and get caught up yet. I'm sure Hawkes did great fillin' in while I was gone, and Montana probably learned to step up to the plate. I, uh, sorta refused to go into the debriefing program until I got to come here. Kinda had to make a deal with the devil to do it, and now that I did, my number's up." He goes to leave, the men following close behind, and he stops with his hand on the door and turns back towards Mac.
"Three weeks, Mac. I promise. Tell them all hi for me, yeah? Especially Don, I'm sure he ain't had nobody to kick his ass up and down the basketball court. Tell him he owes me a game when I get back."
"I will, Danny, I will. See you in three weeks." Mac watches as Danny and the men leave, and doesn't stop watching Danny until he's physically out of sight. Danny shoots him one last glance from the elevator, and something in his chest tightens.
Doubts whisper in the corners of his mind, telling him they'll keep Danny away, he'll never see him again, and he knows his fingernails are digging into his fisted hands so tightly that he wouldn't be surprised if he's bleeding. He looks up and sees most of the lab still looking around and gossiping, but most duck their head as soon as the see he's looking their way. Stella's the only one who doesn't, and it seems she's watching him.
He can tell she's as surprised at this turn of events as they all are, but her expression softens when she realizes he is looking at her. She's always had a sense about the two of them that at times drives him nuts, but now he's grateful for it.
She brings him a cup of coffee later on when the excitement buzzing through the lab calms down and sets it down on his desk gently. He murmurs a thank-you by reflex, and procrastinates a little in looking up at her. She's smiling softly at him, and he finds it comforting, especially given the shock from earlier.
"He looked good, Mac. Despite the whole bleached hair and club rat getup. How was he? Will we see him again?" He blinks in slight surprise at how quickly she jumps into it, but he guesses after all this time he shouldn't be surprised at how she works.
Mac stares down at his coffee cup, trying hard not to crush it by giving into the tension that's still running through him. "He seems to be surviving well. And he said to tell you all hello. He said we'll see him again soon, he's supposed to be back on duty in three weeks."
Stella's face lights up at the news. He knows he's not the only one who has missed Danny, but it's always pleasing to have the evidence reinforced. "Three weeks? Really? That's great. It did seem a bit odd for him to come through here dressed like that and with the two suits in tow, but at least we know he's safe and in good shape. Even better that we'll get him home soon, assuming the feds turn him back over on time."
Mac can't help but smile a little at that, and rubs his neck and looks down a bit, subconsciously mimicking Danny's earlier behavior. "Well, it was a bit out of the realm of SOP. It seems that he refused to go through the debriefing process until he got to come here to ask for his job back."
Stella smiles broadly. "Only Danny would be stubborn enough to make enough of a fuss on a critical issue so that he has to get his way before they get what they want. And that it would be to come tell you he was ok."
Mac just looks down and blushes, unable to look her in the eye. "No, he just wanted to see if he still had a job here. And tell all of us, not just me."
She touches him gently on the shoulder, smiling down at him. "I know it's going to be a tough three weeks, but you've done so well this long. Almost there."
Mac's head snaps up to look at her, realizing that she pretty much knows what is going on and trying not to panic, worried that others may have figured it out. If anyone finds out, this could be career suicide for them both.
"Please, Mac. Do you think I wouldn't have figured it out? Nobody knows you as well as I do, maybe not even him. I could tell it wasn't just you losing one of your team, your family. You've been glued to every big headline, every news report, and keeping a stealth ear to everything you can hear about from the feds. You were absolutely impossible at times, especially around things that even reminded me about Danny. I promise I'm the only one who even has a clue. Take a day or two off when he gets sprung. I'll cover your call."
He blushes and has to force himself to meet her eyes. Part of him is relieved that someone knows, that the only other person he trusts with his life isn't going to shut him out. He's grateful for her understanding and support-- even if someone else knowing makes things that much more dangerous.
"Thank you," he says.
******
Loud knocking on his door wakes Mac from a deep sleep, and he notes the time by habit as he rolls out of bed. 2:43am. Why the hell would anyone be knocking on his door at this hour? It wouldn't be the lab, they'd have tried his cell and pager first.
Please don't let it be about Danny, he thinks. In his experience, late-night wakeups have never been good, no matter what side of the situation he's on. It's been only about a week and a half since Danny's surprise appearance at the lab, and he has been taking the stance that no news is good news.
He pulls on a shirt and boxers and grabs his gun from the nightstand and creeps quietly up to the door and listens. He can hear muttering through the door, a nonstop diatribe of disappointed and angry words obviously directed at himself, but he'd know that voice anywhere. His heart leaps into his throat and he can barely breathe.
Danny.
He puts the safety on the gun, places it on the entry table and the soft click it makes against the wood makes Danny go quiet. He must be listening for any clue that he's managed to wake him up. Mac undoes the locks and barely controls himself from throwing the door open and into the wall.
Sure enough, there's Danny on the other side, all cleaned up except the dye job-- goatee growing back and in his usual t-shirt and jeans with his necklace back around his neck where it belongs. The shirt fits a bit tighter, but it looks good.
Danny's face lights up, and Mac's unused to such a clear expression without his glasses-- but then he remembers that Danny has contacts now. A startled "Mac--" is all Danny manages to get out before Mac grabs him solidly by his shirt and pulls him to his chest.
Danny clings to him so hard it hurts, deep shuddering breaths echoing in his ribcage before Mac attacks his mouth.
Mac can't decide what to do now that he's got Danny willing and in front of him. Part of him just wants to touch and catalogue every little bit to reassure himself over and over that Danny really *is* right there and all in one piece-- but another just wants to crawl into Danny's skin and never come out.
The kiss is messy, rough and desperate-- and when they break for air they're both shuddering and struggling to choke everything back.
Danny rests his forehead against Mac's, breathing hard, and reaches up and gently frames Mac's face in his hands. "God... Missed you....You have no idea.... Had to come here. Had to.... Never again. Never again," his voice wavers and he struggles to keep his composure as the words spill out between ravenous kisses.
Mac runs his hands over everything he can reach, dying inside bit by bit to feel Danny's warm flesh under his fingertips again. He strokes his thumb against Danny's cheek, and all he can manage in response is a quiet "Me too" for fear of all the rest of it spilling out in an unstoppable rush.
It feels too good, too right to have Danny back. Part of him is convinced he's either dreaming this or the suits are going to come back for him. He draws him close again, curling his face into Danny's neck. He smells the same under it all, and Mac lays small kisses over the fragile pulse under his lips.
Now that he's back, the instinct to not let him out of arms length still wins out. He pushes away gently, hand still looped around Danny's neck and goes to lock and secure the door, never losing contact.
Danny sidles up behind him and envelops him from behind, rubbing his cheek against Mac's in a stunningly intimate gesture that takes his breath away. He relaxes into the embrace, leaning his face into Danny's, and feels some of the tension just drain away just having him near. Mac's reluctant to move, but there are just too many things bouncing around in his head, and he knows they won't be able to properly handle anything while he's too worried.
He turns around to face Danny, ready to ask all sorts of things now that he's not as overwhelmed by everything that's been building for the last ten months-- where he's been, how he feels, how'd he get here....
Danny anticipates this somehow and shushes him just as he starts to speak with a finger laid over Mac's lips. "I know what you're gonna ask, Mac. Just trust me when I tell ya we've got plenty of time for me to tell you all about it. I'm home for good now-- well, minus a few follow-up meetings and stupid crap like that, you know the feds. I escaped out of there as fast as I can, but the tradeoff is some more 'meetings' with my off-time. But I get to be *me* again. And it seems to me I don't have to be at work for another week and a half. Boss isn't expecting me for a while," he says with a sly smile.
Mac considers this all for a minute. He's still really curious about it all, but trusts that Danny would tell him the truth about things of importance like this. He nods, and Danny's face lights up.
Danny's happiness is infectious and he can't wait to feel Danny's legs wrapped around him again, to be able to take all the time he wants to work his way slowly down Danny's body... He can't hold back a shiver of excitement, but it's too tamped down by a lack of sleep and the emotional rollercoaster he's just gotten through. He leads a willing Danny back toward the bedroom, stopping once when there to help Danny undress.
It feels so new even though he's seen it all before, and as he gets Danny's t-shirt off he notices a couple of new scars beginning to heal well-- pink skin starting to blend with the golden tones of his well-muscled flesh. That twisting pain sprouts in his chest again, and his fingertips gently trace the edges. It hurts that he wasn't there to protect him from these, to stop whoever did this or give them back much worse. His hands continue to roam as he leans in to kiss every flaw, tonguing their length. The pace has slowed down considerably from earlier, but the feeling crackling in the air is just as strong.
When he gets Danny's pants and boxers off, he's not surprised to find Danny half-hard and steadily rising, but a week of restless nights worrying about if he really was coming back and a 2:30am wake-up are not working in Mac's favor. All he wants to do right now is go back to bed with Danny in it, and never let him go.
Danny strips Mac quickly, and pulls back the blankets on the already messy bed. He nudges Mac towards it, and climbs in after him, hand laying possessively over Mac's back as he kisses him gently. He doesn't seem to mind that Mac isn't ready to go right now, and seems just as content to go to sleep right now as him.
Mac kisses him softly one last time and pulls Danny tightly against him. Danny nuzzles his face into Mac's neck and sighs happily, relaxing into his embrace.
"Sorry Danny. Later, I promise."
"It's ok Mac. Really. It's good. Sleep is good..."
"Not letting go this time..." Mac mumbles sleepily, shifting slightly and trying to get as close as possible so that all he can feel is Danny pressed against him all over his body.
He can just barely hear Danny's mumbled "Me neither" before he drifts off to sleep-- the best sleep he's had in over ten months.
******
Mac wakes up to a feeling of warmth and contentment-- completely relaxed, with a hot, wet mouth around his cock, and hands stroking gently up and down his body. Relief and excitement fills him despite the bits of sleep hanging around the corners of his brain. Danny's home. Back with him, back in bed, back where he can keep him safe. He never wants him to leave like that again. Never.
He has to restrain himself from thrusting hard into the welcoming slick heat-- he doesn't want to choke Danny or do anything that would make him stop. He's already well on his way to orgasm, leaning precariously over the edge. He has the sudden overwhelming urge to kiss Danny, and tugs gently in what little hair he can get a grip on. Danny resists and seems to double his efforts now that he realizes Mac is awake, sucking and licking, nimble fingers touching all over.
Danny drifts a finger down and teases gentle circles around Mac's ass and his hips jerk involuntarily. All he can manage is a strangled sound, and Danny hums happily around him.
The pressure mounts quicker and quicker, and after all this time the release feels better than he could even have imagined. His hands spasm and he chokes out Danny's name in a sleep-roughened voice as he arches off the bed and comes.
Danny puts him down gently, lightly caressing his over-sensitized skin. When he can move his arms again, he strokes what he can of Danny's head and shoulders, and tries to encourage him back up the bed.
Danny stalks back up his body with an extremely pleased and smug smile. It twists Mac's gut and he can't help but to smile happily as Danny as he settles against him, hardness digging into his leg.
"Hi," Danny says, leaning in for a kiss. Mac can taste himself in Danny's mouth, and it brings a rush of possessiveness and a twinge of arousal even though he's spent. He clutches at Danny, running his hands all over his back. Now that he's gotten Danny back, he's got this compulsion to never let him out of his sight again that he knows is going to be hard as hell to control, especially when he goes back to work.
Work. Shit. Is he supposed to be up yet? Mac doesn't remember hearing the alarm, but Danny could have shut it off. He tries to look over at the clock, but Danny leans down and captures his mouth again, and suddenly he has a hard time caring about what time it is at that very moment. Danny's too good at distracting him with his lips and a rolling grind of his leaking cock down low on Mac's stomach.
Mac reaches down to grasp it tightly, pleased with the choked noise and jerking thrust of hips this garners. Danny bends one arm at the elbow and settles a bit more on top of him, head bent into the crook of Mac's neck, licking and biting as Mac continues to stroke him. Danny soon comes with a strangled "Mac" and collapses on top of him, neither of them interested in moving right away.
Danny rolls over and kisses him with a wide smile, happily sated and curling into Mac's side and quickly drowsing off. "Turned the alarm on so you wouldn't be late.... Knew you'd be mad if not... Sorry not enough sleep..." Danny says as he crashes quickly. Mac's not sure if he heard his quiet acceptance, but he decides that losing some sleep is a price well paid to have Danny back for good this time.
He dozes off for a while until the alarm goes off, reluctant to leave the bed. It's a feeling he's not had for a long time and it almost scares him-- he's not used to wanting someone around; he hasn't since Claire, and even when he and Danny were together before, he didn't feel strongly about it. There was the occasional night one of them stayed over, but there wasn't ever this overwhelming desire to come home tonight and find him exactly as he left him. He decides to leave it up to Danny, hoping that he will catch on.
Danny slowly moves off him, frowning with barely-open eyes. "I know, I know," he mumbles. "Work. I'll be there soon enough. Right now 'm just gonna sleep. Not much sleep in a long time," he says, "Gone before ya know it. Promise," he mumbles as he curls back upon himself and settles down into the blankets. Mac aches to do the same, but he knows it's a pipe dream. At least maybe now he really does have him back.
Mac leans down for one last kiss, sloppy and mellow. "Stay. Sleep. I'll bring home dinner," he says quietly, smiling down at Danny. A mumbled "'k" is all he gets in response, and he hopes that Danny was actually paying attention to what he said. He guesses he'll find out this evening, and a little ball of excitement vibrates in his stomach in anticipation.
Fin
1/07
Link to all of my stories
Title: Undercover
Author: gin200168
Rating: NC-17 for sexual acts
Summary: Danny returns after a long time away.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Danny Messer
A/N: stellaluna_ did the usual fixing since I came up with it for her one night when she demanded M/D sexx0r. She eventually got it, even if there was a whole story to be told first. Sorta an early birthday request for her too. And she helped me figure out what Danny would be wearing to blend in as a club rat.
Feedback always welcome. (Keeps the stories coming!)
Mac looks up from the trace lab and sees Danny come out of the elevators and around the corner. He's almost unrecognizable, except for his characteristic hips-forward swagger. Clean shaven, new contacts, hair cut differently and bleached nearly platinum. The clothes are practically painted on, and the shiny embellishments are just too much-- especially the one contoured over his crotch like a shiny homing beacon for attention. The whole getup is completely not Danny, and never something he'd expect any of his people to look like or wear at home, much less in the lab. Danny was able to keep in good shape wherever he was, abs and arms even more sculpted and prominent than before.
What twists in his gut are the two serious-looking feds following closely behind. It worries Mac, but their presence is a double-edged sword-- he's not heard anything for months, even after calling in some favors-- except he couldn't do too much without raising too many suspicions. As much as their presence is foreboding, it's comforting. Danny's alive, and in front of him, walking through the lab like it's home and where he belongs. And it is.
When this strange-looking Danny and his entourage head for his office, Mac's heart leaps into his throat. Maybe they're done; maybe now he'll have Danny back on his team where he can always keep him in sight. Where he can protect him. Where he knows who has Danny's back, who will keep him safe. Not involved in some stupid bust for the feds who probably don't give more than a rat's ass about some young cop with a mobbed-up family like any other throwaway informant.
Mac thought maybe at first it was mob-connected, but taking one look at Danny's head-turning appearance, he's not so sure anymore. He doesn't know of anything mob-connected off the top of his head that would require Danny to dress like that. Plenty of other things he doesn't want to even think about come to mind, and he has to keep himself from becoming visibly upset. He's in the middle of the lab, and Danny doesn't need any more worries about his life here added to whatever he's dealing with at the moment.
The fact that they're even here strikes as much fear as it does comfort in him. Danny's in front of him, living and breathing, ok for the moment. Mac worries that this might be the last time he'll see him alive; a two-agent escort into a NYPD building and Danny's conspicuous appearance probably wouldn't bode well for his safety on the street.
Danny and the two men have seated themselves in his office-- Danny in the chairs in front of his desk and the agents on the couch, where they all seem to be conversing. As soon as Mac opens the door, the room falls quiet and they all turn to face him.
He looks first over at Danny, and his eyes tell Mac all he needs to know-- they're hollow and exhausted, and he looks about ready to cry. It strikes Mac hard in the gut because they seem so open to him, practically begging. For what he's not sure exactly, but it twists at his gut even more to not be able to do anything about it. All he wants to do grab him and never let go, and the look in his eyes makes it seem that Danny feels the same way-- but not here, in the middle of a glass-walled office with half the lab staring at them and two federal agents sitting on the couch and watching their every move.
"Detective Messer, gentlemen," Mac says, as he walks toward Danny, hand extended in greeting. Danny stands to greet him, and the agents make no effort to move. Danny grips his hand tight like a lifeline, rubbing his thumb against Mac's hand as he hangs on a bit longer than propriety allows. Strangely he can't bring himself to care what these agents think, and he knows that nobody in the lab would notice. Mac nods politely to Danny's two escorts, who barely return the greeting.
"I take it that this isn't a social call. How can I help you?" he says with cold politeness. Mac looks at the men in the dark suits expectantly, and he can feel Danny staring at him, and has to keep himself from giving in to the impulse to look down.
Danny speaks up when the suits stay silent, straightening out his shoulders and standing a little taller. "I came by to tell you in person that I'll be back and eligible for duty in three weeks. I hope there's still room for me here." His body projects confidence that there is room for him, but his eyes practically beg Mac to say yes. As if they would take him away again if Mac said no.
"There'll always be a place for you on my team, Danny. Three weeks it is-- take all the time you need." Mac allows himself to smile a little, and Danny visibly relaxes and smiles brightly at him for a moment. One of the men shuffles his feet and it instantly draws Danny's attention away. When the man says nothing, he turns back to Mac.
"Thank... Thank you, Mac. There's no team I'd rather be on. Looking forward to it." He looks at Mac, as if he's silently begging to stay.
"Time's up, Detective Messer," one of the men says as they stand up, moving slowly toward Danny, as if willing to physically remove him if need be.
Mac looks between them and back to Danny, who rubs the back of his neck and looks down, but his eyes still on Mac's. He seems to sense Mac's confusion without him ever indicating it.
"Sorry about the clothes and that I can't stay and get caught up yet. I'm sure Hawkes did great fillin' in while I was gone, and Montana probably learned to step up to the plate. I, uh, sorta refused to go into the debriefing program until I got to come here. Kinda had to make a deal with the devil to do it, and now that I did, my number's up." He goes to leave, the men following close behind, and he stops with his hand on the door and turns back towards Mac.
"Three weeks, Mac. I promise. Tell them all hi for me, yeah? Especially Don, I'm sure he ain't had nobody to kick his ass up and down the basketball court. Tell him he owes me a game when I get back."
"I will, Danny, I will. See you in three weeks." Mac watches as Danny and the men leave, and doesn't stop watching Danny until he's physically out of sight. Danny shoots him one last glance from the elevator, and something in his chest tightens.
Doubts whisper in the corners of his mind, telling him they'll keep Danny away, he'll never see him again, and he knows his fingernails are digging into his fisted hands so tightly that he wouldn't be surprised if he's bleeding. He looks up and sees most of the lab still looking around and gossiping, but most duck their head as soon as the see he's looking their way. Stella's the only one who doesn't, and it seems she's watching him.
He can tell she's as surprised at this turn of events as they all are, but her expression softens when she realizes he is looking at her. She's always had a sense about the two of them that at times drives him nuts, but now he's grateful for it.
She brings him a cup of coffee later on when the excitement buzzing through the lab calms down and sets it down on his desk gently. He murmurs a thank-you by reflex, and procrastinates a little in looking up at her. She's smiling softly at him, and he finds it comforting, especially given the shock from earlier.
"He looked good, Mac. Despite the whole bleached hair and club rat getup. How was he? Will we see him again?" He blinks in slight surprise at how quickly she jumps into it, but he guesses after all this time he shouldn't be surprised at how she works.
Mac stares down at his coffee cup, trying hard not to crush it by giving into the tension that's still running through him. "He seems to be surviving well. And he said to tell you all hello. He said we'll see him again soon, he's supposed to be back on duty in three weeks."
Stella's face lights up at the news. He knows he's not the only one who has missed Danny, but it's always pleasing to have the evidence reinforced. "Three weeks? Really? That's great. It did seem a bit odd for him to come through here dressed like that and with the two suits in tow, but at least we know he's safe and in good shape. Even better that we'll get him home soon, assuming the feds turn him back over on time."
Mac can't help but smile a little at that, and rubs his neck and looks down a bit, subconsciously mimicking Danny's earlier behavior. "Well, it was a bit out of the realm of SOP. It seems that he refused to go through the debriefing process until he got to come here to ask for his job back."
Stella smiles broadly. "Only Danny would be stubborn enough to make enough of a fuss on a critical issue so that he has to get his way before they get what they want. And that it would be to come tell you he was ok."
Mac just looks down and blushes, unable to look her in the eye. "No, he just wanted to see if he still had a job here. And tell all of us, not just me."
She touches him gently on the shoulder, smiling down at him. "I know it's going to be a tough three weeks, but you've done so well this long. Almost there."
Mac's head snaps up to look at her, realizing that she pretty much knows what is going on and trying not to panic, worried that others may have figured it out. If anyone finds out, this could be career suicide for them both.
"Please, Mac. Do you think I wouldn't have figured it out? Nobody knows you as well as I do, maybe not even him. I could tell it wasn't just you losing one of your team, your family. You've been glued to every big headline, every news report, and keeping a stealth ear to everything you can hear about from the feds. You were absolutely impossible at times, especially around things that even reminded me about Danny. I promise I'm the only one who even has a clue. Take a day or two off when he gets sprung. I'll cover your call."
He blushes and has to force himself to meet her eyes. Part of him is relieved that someone knows, that the only other person he trusts with his life isn't going to shut him out. He's grateful for her understanding and support-- even if someone else knowing makes things that much more dangerous.
"Thank you," he says.
******
Loud knocking on his door wakes Mac from a deep sleep, and he notes the time by habit as he rolls out of bed. 2:43am. Why the hell would anyone be knocking on his door at this hour? It wouldn't be the lab, they'd have tried his cell and pager first.
Please don't let it be about Danny, he thinks. In his experience, late-night wakeups have never been good, no matter what side of the situation he's on. It's been only about a week and a half since Danny's surprise appearance at the lab, and he has been taking the stance that no news is good news.
He pulls on a shirt and boxers and grabs his gun from the nightstand and creeps quietly up to the door and listens. He can hear muttering through the door, a nonstop diatribe of disappointed and angry words obviously directed at himself, but he'd know that voice anywhere. His heart leaps into his throat and he can barely breathe.
Danny.
He puts the safety on the gun, places it on the entry table and the soft click it makes against the wood makes Danny go quiet. He must be listening for any clue that he's managed to wake him up. Mac undoes the locks and barely controls himself from throwing the door open and into the wall.
Sure enough, there's Danny on the other side, all cleaned up except the dye job-- goatee growing back and in his usual t-shirt and jeans with his necklace back around his neck where it belongs. The shirt fits a bit tighter, but it looks good.
Danny's face lights up, and Mac's unused to such a clear expression without his glasses-- but then he remembers that Danny has contacts now. A startled "Mac--" is all Danny manages to get out before Mac grabs him solidly by his shirt and pulls him to his chest.
Danny clings to him so hard it hurts, deep shuddering breaths echoing in his ribcage before Mac attacks his mouth.
Mac can't decide what to do now that he's got Danny willing and in front of him. Part of him just wants to touch and catalogue every little bit to reassure himself over and over that Danny really *is* right there and all in one piece-- but another just wants to crawl into Danny's skin and never come out.
The kiss is messy, rough and desperate-- and when they break for air they're both shuddering and struggling to choke everything back.
Danny rests his forehead against Mac's, breathing hard, and reaches up and gently frames Mac's face in his hands. "God... Missed you....You have no idea.... Had to come here. Had to.... Never again. Never again," his voice wavers and he struggles to keep his composure as the words spill out between ravenous kisses.
Mac runs his hands over everything he can reach, dying inside bit by bit to feel Danny's warm flesh under his fingertips again. He strokes his thumb against Danny's cheek, and all he can manage in response is a quiet "Me too" for fear of all the rest of it spilling out in an unstoppable rush.
It feels too good, too right to have Danny back. Part of him is convinced he's either dreaming this or the suits are going to come back for him. He draws him close again, curling his face into Danny's neck. He smells the same under it all, and Mac lays small kisses over the fragile pulse under his lips.
Now that he's back, the instinct to not let him out of arms length still wins out. He pushes away gently, hand still looped around Danny's neck and goes to lock and secure the door, never losing contact.
Danny sidles up behind him and envelops him from behind, rubbing his cheek against Mac's in a stunningly intimate gesture that takes his breath away. He relaxes into the embrace, leaning his face into Danny's, and feels some of the tension just drain away just having him near. Mac's reluctant to move, but there are just too many things bouncing around in his head, and he knows they won't be able to properly handle anything while he's too worried.
He turns around to face Danny, ready to ask all sorts of things now that he's not as overwhelmed by everything that's been building for the last ten months-- where he's been, how he feels, how'd he get here....
Danny anticipates this somehow and shushes him just as he starts to speak with a finger laid over Mac's lips. "I know what you're gonna ask, Mac. Just trust me when I tell ya we've got plenty of time for me to tell you all about it. I'm home for good now-- well, minus a few follow-up meetings and stupid crap like that, you know the feds. I escaped out of there as fast as I can, but the tradeoff is some more 'meetings' with my off-time. But I get to be *me* again. And it seems to me I don't have to be at work for another week and a half. Boss isn't expecting me for a while," he says with a sly smile.
Mac considers this all for a minute. He's still really curious about it all, but trusts that Danny would tell him the truth about things of importance like this. He nods, and Danny's face lights up.
Danny's happiness is infectious and he can't wait to feel Danny's legs wrapped around him again, to be able to take all the time he wants to work his way slowly down Danny's body... He can't hold back a shiver of excitement, but it's too tamped down by a lack of sleep and the emotional rollercoaster he's just gotten through. He leads a willing Danny back toward the bedroom, stopping once when there to help Danny undress.
It feels so new even though he's seen it all before, and as he gets Danny's t-shirt off he notices a couple of new scars beginning to heal well-- pink skin starting to blend with the golden tones of his well-muscled flesh. That twisting pain sprouts in his chest again, and his fingertips gently trace the edges. It hurts that he wasn't there to protect him from these, to stop whoever did this or give them back much worse. His hands continue to roam as he leans in to kiss every flaw, tonguing their length. The pace has slowed down considerably from earlier, but the feeling crackling in the air is just as strong.
When he gets Danny's pants and boxers off, he's not surprised to find Danny half-hard and steadily rising, but a week of restless nights worrying about if he really was coming back and a 2:30am wake-up are not working in Mac's favor. All he wants to do right now is go back to bed with Danny in it, and never let him go.
Danny strips Mac quickly, and pulls back the blankets on the already messy bed. He nudges Mac towards it, and climbs in after him, hand laying possessively over Mac's back as he kisses him gently. He doesn't seem to mind that Mac isn't ready to go right now, and seems just as content to go to sleep right now as him.
Mac kisses him softly one last time and pulls Danny tightly against him. Danny nuzzles his face into Mac's neck and sighs happily, relaxing into his embrace.
"Sorry Danny. Later, I promise."
"It's ok Mac. Really. It's good. Sleep is good..."
"Not letting go this time..." Mac mumbles sleepily, shifting slightly and trying to get as close as possible so that all he can feel is Danny pressed against him all over his body.
He can just barely hear Danny's mumbled "Me neither" before he drifts off to sleep-- the best sleep he's had in over ten months.
******
Mac wakes up to a feeling of warmth and contentment-- completely relaxed, with a hot, wet mouth around his cock, and hands stroking gently up and down his body. Relief and excitement fills him despite the bits of sleep hanging around the corners of his brain. Danny's home. Back with him, back in bed, back where he can keep him safe. He never wants him to leave like that again. Never.
He has to restrain himself from thrusting hard into the welcoming slick heat-- he doesn't want to choke Danny or do anything that would make him stop. He's already well on his way to orgasm, leaning precariously over the edge. He has the sudden overwhelming urge to kiss Danny, and tugs gently in what little hair he can get a grip on. Danny resists and seems to double his efforts now that he realizes Mac is awake, sucking and licking, nimble fingers touching all over.
Danny drifts a finger down and teases gentle circles around Mac's ass and his hips jerk involuntarily. All he can manage is a strangled sound, and Danny hums happily around him.
The pressure mounts quicker and quicker, and after all this time the release feels better than he could even have imagined. His hands spasm and he chokes out Danny's name in a sleep-roughened voice as he arches off the bed and comes.
Danny puts him down gently, lightly caressing his over-sensitized skin. When he can move his arms again, he strokes what he can of Danny's head and shoulders, and tries to encourage him back up the bed.
Danny stalks back up his body with an extremely pleased and smug smile. It twists Mac's gut and he can't help but to smile happily as Danny as he settles against him, hardness digging into his leg.
"Hi," Danny says, leaning in for a kiss. Mac can taste himself in Danny's mouth, and it brings a rush of possessiveness and a twinge of arousal even though he's spent. He clutches at Danny, running his hands all over his back. Now that he's gotten Danny back, he's got this compulsion to never let him out of his sight again that he knows is going to be hard as hell to control, especially when he goes back to work.
Work. Shit. Is he supposed to be up yet? Mac doesn't remember hearing the alarm, but Danny could have shut it off. He tries to look over at the clock, but Danny leans down and captures his mouth again, and suddenly he has a hard time caring about what time it is at that very moment. Danny's too good at distracting him with his lips and a rolling grind of his leaking cock down low on Mac's stomach.
Mac reaches down to grasp it tightly, pleased with the choked noise and jerking thrust of hips this garners. Danny bends one arm at the elbow and settles a bit more on top of him, head bent into the crook of Mac's neck, licking and biting as Mac continues to stroke him. Danny soon comes with a strangled "Mac" and collapses on top of him, neither of them interested in moving right away.
Danny rolls over and kisses him with a wide smile, happily sated and curling into Mac's side and quickly drowsing off. "Turned the alarm on so you wouldn't be late.... Knew you'd be mad if not... Sorry not enough sleep..." Danny says as he crashes quickly. Mac's not sure if he heard his quiet acceptance, but he decides that losing some sleep is a price well paid to have Danny back for good this time.
He dozes off for a while until the alarm goes off, reluctant to leave the bed. It's a feeling he's not had for a long time and it almost scares him-- he's not used to wanting someone around; he hasn't since Claire, and even when he and Danny were together before, he didn't feel strongly about it. There was the occasional night one of them stayed over, but there wasn't ever this overwhelming desire to come home tonight and find him exactly as he left him. He decides to leave it up to Danny, hoping that he will catch on.
Danny slowly moves off him, frowning with barely-open eyes. "I know, I know," he mumbles. "Work. I'll be there soon enough. Right now 'm just gonna sleep. Not much sleep in a long time," he says, "Gone before ya know it. Promise," he mumbles as he curls back upon himself and settles down into the blankets. Mac aches to do the same, but he knows it's a pipe dream. At least maybe now he really does have him back.
Mac leans down for one last kiss, sloppy and mellow. "Stay. Sleep. I'll bring home dinner," he says quietly, smiling down at Danny. A mumbled "'k" is all he gets in response, and he hopes that Danny was actually paying attention to what he said. He guesses he'll find out this evening, and a little ball of excitement vibrates in his stomach in anticipation.
Fin
1/07
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