Title: Compulsion
By: alucardskitten
Pairing: Don Flack/Danny Messer
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP. Established Relationship. Dark-ish

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It was like a sickness; that was what Don thought every time he thought about his relationship with Danny. The love part was almost non-existent. The more Don thought about that, the more he realized it was more like an obsession. At the moment, Don was sitting on his couch waiting for Danny. His eyes were shut and he leaned back as he wrung his hands together almost nervously. He was getting twitchy and anxious. He longed to touch Danny, to feel him. He had a compulsion to touch Danny, like an unchecked urge that overtook him all the time. When they were at work he had to try his hardest to not touch Danny. It was hard though, because Danny had an undeniable pull to him that made Don want to melt into him, gather him up, and kiss him until there was nothing left but the two of them. Thoughts like that made him wonder if the love really did exist... Don scratched that though... he *knew* that he loved Danny, he just wasn't sure if Danny felt the same way.

There was a knock on the door but then the door opened and Danny was there. He came in, shut the door behind him. There was no pretense, no idle or useless talk. Danny walked over to Don and sat down next to him. Don resisted the urge, but it took him over in a matter of seconds. He brushed his fingers along Danny's jaw line, ghosted over his lips, tracing a path he had so many times before. He had memorized Danny a long time ago, long before they had even made love. Or had sex. Don didn't know how to classify it any more. They had never said I love you, there was rarely gentleness in their sex. Don felt a breath catch in his throat as Danny threaded his hands into Don's hair and pulled him in for a searing, biting kiss. It was always like this, rough and distant. Don repressed a sigh and kissed Danny back. He wanted it to be different, but he didn't want to give up being able to touch Danny. Danny pushed Don back on the couch and bit his lip. They were pressed together and Danny started to unbutton Don's shirt, exposing his skin inch by inch.

Danny had always undressed Don like he was unwrapping a present. It was always slow and careful. Don let out a soft moan as Danny's lips trailed down his neck and chest. Don's hands found their resting place on Danny's back. He rubbed Danny's back up and down. He slipped his hands up Danny's shirt, feeling the warm soft skin beneath his fingertips. He sighed happily as he felt Danny's skin. It was a familiar sensation but rare as well. He felt Danny's lips and body, all the normal sensations... but the feelings were growing, he couldn't stop them.

Everything about Danny was familiar and comforting. Don wasn't sure why he was letting this go as far as it always did, but he didn't want to stop Danny... he never wanted to stop this. Danny's lips were back on his and he felt that his pants were being removed. Danny was spreading his legs and kissing his stomach. Don let out a low moan and felt Danny pull back. He started to remove his own clothing, leaving them both naked on the couch, pressed together, their bodies sliding against one another. He felt Danny's hands slide between his legs and began to prepare Don. It wasn't gentle or loving,. It was just on the edge of rough and only enough to open him up so it didn't hurt as much. Before long, Danny was inside of him, pushing against him hard and fast. Don was gripping at Danny's shoulders, moaning incoherently. Danny was letting out little whimpering sounds as he drove into Don. Don's moans turned into shouts as Danny drove in harder, almost rough. Don bit back the words he wanted to say, how he wanted to tell Danny how much he loved him as he felt his orgasm getting closer.

His entire body was heating up even more as he shoved into Don harder. His body clenched and shuddered as his orgasm took him, filling Don. It wasn't too long after when Don's release took him over. Danny collapsed on to Don, panting softly. Don's breathing was heavy as he rubbed Danny's back and shoulders, willing his breath to calm down. Danny's eyes fell shut after a few moments and Don struggled to keep his own open.

"I'm waiting for that final moment you'll... say the words that I can't say..." He sang softly, petting Danny's neck some more. He was in love with Danny, that he knew. But he couldn't risk it, couldn't risk losing this...

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