Title: Completely Miserables
By: alucardskitten
Pairing: Mac/Danny
Rating: AO
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Authors Notes: I heard this song that reminded me of Danny/Mac...
Summary: He heard a song on the radio today... and he realized that was how he felt.

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Used up all of my friends, but who needs them when you mean everything...

He heard a song on the radio today and he realized that was how he felt; which is why he didn't care when his best friend of years suddenly stopped talking to him. Of course, Danny hadn't been returning his calls and kept canceling the plans they had made. He would sit in his apartment, sipping cognac, and staring at a picture from a Christmas party years ago. Of course, Mac would never go for it... so, he had never said anything.

Mac was different back then... *married* back then. And he smiled more. He was flushed from drinking a little too much champagne. Completely punch drunk. His wife was hanging off of his arm, looking beautiful and plain at the same time. Danny *hated* Claire. And he shouldn't speak ill of the dead but...

Danny couldn't help a surge of hatred for her even after her death. Mac was different now. Silent, almost always solemn. He twiddled his thumbs and kept staring. He looked so young in that picture. Glasses sliding down his nose and he was more than a little drunk. Aiden and Don were snuggling, Don with a ridiculously jaunted hat on his head. He snorted at the thought of Don as Santa's little helper. Stella was standing close to Danny, arm slung around his shoulder, a huge smile on her face. Danny sighed and finished his cognac, standing up. He walked away from the picture. He wringed his hands together and took the phone off the hook.

You make me come, you make me complete, you make me completely miserable.

He walked into the bathroom, turning the shower on full blast. Scalding hot water. As if the water could wash away the stains he felt forming on him for despising Claire... and himself. However, the water wasn't helping... it just burned him. Burned him to the core... but not enough heat to sear away the pain and agony. He turned the cold water on, just a touch, making the water comfortable. He leaned against the shower wall, hands making hot trails down his chest and abdomen. And if he closed his eyes, he could imagine that the hands on him were not his own, but Mac's. His hands ghosted his abdomen for a long time, not able to pervert the image of his boss any further.

"Mac..." He whimpered his name out, weak and miserable. His hand trailed down lower. Danny's head arched back as he grasped his own cock firmly. He slid his hand up and down, pumping gently. "I'm too old to be doing this shit..." Danny said, gasping as a wave of pleasure coursed through him. He continued to pump himself, faster and faster, imagining dark eyes. His breath came out in short pants, gasping for air and sanity. His body was reaching the edge and his free hand clawed at the tile behind him. His body shuddered as he climaxed, fast and hard. He slumped against the wall... flushed and miserable. The shower ran over him... but... it still couldn't get rid of the stains...

~The End~

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