Title: Lifetimes
By: nancy
Pairing: Mac/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: bloodplay, role reversal, kink, language
Summary: Mac discovers something about Danny.

It wasn’t that Danny wasn’t a graceful guy under normal circumstances, because he was. As a jock, the younger man had always been in full control of his body; all athletes were, or they didn’t go very far. But as Mac watched Danny leave his apartment across the street, he was reminded of the fluid grace of a hunting cat. A large, predatory animal whose every movement was calculated and instinctive at the same time. Feral and wild, even on the pavement of a Brooklyn sidewalk.

Mac moved fast to keep up and worked hard to keep out of sight. While Danny had to be observant for the job, the way he kept stopping to look around spoke of something bordering on a soldier’s awareness. Something that kept Mac going and to the shadows as they left the mostly middle-class neighborhood for the club area that had recently popped up.

He followed Danny to a club that looked as though it catered to the goth crowd, which made no sense to him. Mac had always assumed Danny to frequent the brightly lit, garishly colored, sexually ambidextrous clubs. And even though he had no business doing any of this, no reason to follow Danny as if he had any say over what the younger man did in his spare time, Mac ignored the line and flashed his badge to get inside. He didn’t know if Danny had done the same, but he’d certainly not waited in line.

Inside was loud and dark and set Mac’s teeth on edge with the number of hidey-holes that could hold any number of dangers. He went slowly, not wanting to miss Danny if he’d ducked into one of the side rooms. Black-light spiked a migraine and he gritted his teeth, putting pressure on his temples as he continued on.

Mac spotted Danny’s leather jacket, one of many in the club, but distinctive to him with the worn patches he’d seen grow over the years. Sinful black jeans painted themselves over Danny’s legs and ass, both of which were in full view as he made out with someone in a corner, his back to the club. Mac flushed in both embarrassment and shame for having invaded Danny’s privacy so deeply.

He turned to go when Danny lifted from his unknown partner and canted his head unerringly in Mac’s direction. The breath left him as if he’d been sucker-punched drying Mac’s mouth almost instantaneously. Something shiny and wet glistened on Danny’s lower lip and chin and Mac instinctively knew it wasn’t saliva, but blood. He staggered back, but before he could do anything else, Danny was just there, trapping him against the wall with a thigh between Mac’s legs and his hands on Mac’s hips.

This close, Mac smelled the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Confirmation. Fear sped his pulse as Danny stared at him, devoid of his usual softness and uncertainty. He understood now, both were a mask. Something behind which to hide this…otherness…this inhumanity.

“You shouldna come, Mac, you shouldna followed me,” Danny murmured, somehow audible over the pulse of the music. His tongue swept over the bloody lip and chin and he swallowed before adding, “I thought you were there, but couldn’t see you and figured I was imagining things. I forget sometimes you were a hunter, too. You get the game you were expectin’ tonight, Mac?”

Shaking his head, Mac opened his mouth to answer when Danny rubbed their groins together. It somehow shocked him more than anything else to find himself hard. Even as a fear-based response, it was pretty stupid. Then Danny leaned in and licked a slow path along Mac’s throat with the broadside of his tongue and pure lust slammed through him. He shuddered and sank against the wall, his legs inexplicably weak.

“God, you taste good. Bet your come tastes even better, huh, Mac? I really want to suck you off, Mac, can I?”

Mac’s head swam and he struggled to regain control of himself, fingers scrabbling at the wall.

Danny nuzzled at his ear and bit sharply at the lobe before asking, “Maybe we can find a quiet spot and I can fuck you real good so’s you can’t even think anymore. I bet you’d like that, huh? You’re wound too tight, Mac, you gotta let it go or you’re gonna have a heart attack way the fuck too young.”

“I don’t, don’t need…” Mac groaned, words deserting him when Danny rubbed hard at his crotch, squeezing Mac’s dick through his slacks.

Nipping at Mac’s throat, Danny countered in a low murmur right against his ear, “You do, Mac, you need me. I’ll give you everything you ever needed and were too ashamed to ask for. I’ll be your dirty little whore, Mac, and let you fuck me all tied up. Maybe you want to get gangbanged, blindfolded so’s you don’t even know who’s using you? I can make that happen. Not like it’d be hard, getting guys to line up for your ass. Or maybe you want to be my Daddy? I ain’t had one for a couple hundred years, so that’d be real nice for both of us. It’s all up to you, Mac, whatever you want. I just need one thing from you and I’ll make all your dreams and desires come true.”

Mac licked at lips he could hardly feel as his body betrayed him, cock getting harder at the images Danny’s words evoked. Voice shaking, he finally managed to ask, “What? What do you need?”

Danny kissed him first, slow and deep and all Mac could do was open to it, craving that and more from this man, this…vampire. His body jerked in recognition as he finally admitted to himself Danny’s true nature. He moaned as Danny’s tongue fucked his mouth, thrusting in and tangling with his for a timeless period.

“Surrender.”

It took a few seconds for the word whispered against his mouth to penetrate. When it did, Mac’s eyes snapped open and he stared at Danny in shock, who stared back, intent and unflinching. Shaking his head, Mac repeated, “Surrender? Surrender what?”

“Everything. Give me everything you are, Mac, and I will give you the same,” Danny promised. “We’ll be together forever, the way you couldn’t be with Claire. Death will never touch us. We’ll never be parted. That’s what you want, ultimately, isn’t it? Someone to love forever? Someone who knows you and loves all of your faults? That’s me, Mac. You don’t think working at NYPD was really about the work for me, do you?”

Now that it had been said, Mac knew better, but he hadn’t honestly thought about it. The way Danny had worked so hard for his approval and how he’d done everything short of offering himself on a silver platter now made perfect, if twisted, sense; Danny had been courting him, getting to know him from top to bottom.

Another kiss distracted him. It was slower than the first, but all the more intimate for that. As though Danny were trying to convey a real depth of emotion through that one thing. It was something against which Mac had no defense. He’d wanted Danny for a long time, but never felt anything between them to be possible. Wrapping his arms around Danny’s neck, he hauled the other in tighter and responded to the kiss with a desperation he’d never suspected.

Danny made a surprised noise in the back of his throat, but then hummed and deepened the kiss, growing more aggressive. His hands slid around and down, gripping Mac’s ass and squeezing. Everything just faded from Mac’s consciousness, things dimming to nothing except their mouths. His body tightened at every point of contact and his blood rushed through his veins as Danny devoured him. That anyone could, and did, see them practically having sex in the hall of a goth club never even entered his mind.

Pulling back, Danny asked breathlessly, “Will you do that, Mac? Will you be mine forever? Surrender yourself to me?”

Mac knew he should say no, that he shouldn’t make any permanent decision in this kind of state with anyone, let alone Danny. He was at a complete disadvantage, set at a loss to begin with due to his feelings for him. Then there was the fact that Danny was, well, a vampire and all the mythology ran through his mind in bits and pieces, half-remembered from long ago.

“What, exactly, does that mean?” Mac finally managed.

Danny gave him that all too familiar crooked grin and said, “Shoulda known you’d question it.”

Mac repeated more firmly, “What does all this mean, Danny?”

Leaning in again, Danny answered, “It means we bond, Mac. It means we love each other for eternity. I’ve spent the last thousand years alone, Mac. Well, lovers here and there, and a few, special mates, but no one to bond with. I came close twice, but…circumstance intervened.”

Mac was stunned and demanded, “You’re a thousand years old? How is that possible?”

“Well, a thousand and change,” Danny corrected, grinning a bit. “Let’s just say I age well and leave it at that.”

“And sunlight? Garlic? Stakes through the heart?” Mac prompted.

Danny shrugged. “So far, nothing. But then, I wasn’t made, I was born. You’ll be made, so there are things that can hurt you, especially in the beginning, like all newborns. After a couple hundred years, though, nothing will be able to touch you.”

“What if…Danny, forever’s a long time.”

Staring at him, Danny stated flatly, “I will never not love you. Ever. Mac, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you. If I’d had to wait another lifetime…I would wait eternity for you, meine liebe, and not think twice.”

Surprised by the German, Mac couldn’t help but wonder at the pain he saw in the pale eyes gazing back at him.

“You don’t have to decide now. I won’t push you, Mac. Whatever you need, it’s yours. And if you decide no, I’ll disappear. You will never see me again.”

A statement that caused Mac’s heart to constrict. He had everything he’d ever wanted being offered to him and even now, something held him back. That irrepressible logic and practicality reared up and ordered him to turn around and forget this ever happened. He could never say yes to such insanity. A vampire? Needing human blood to survive? Killing? Living for eternity because others suffered?

Seeing the future of mankind. Watching the birth of true space travel. Finding answers that he wouldn’t otherwise in his lifetime. Belonging with someone forever. Being loved until eternity.

“Yes. I surrender to you, Danny Messer. Take me.”

The words were out before he could censor them. Danny’s eyes widened in apparent surprise, but he waited, maybe for Mac to take the words back, giving him time to second guess himself. Mac grabbed Danny’s shirt and hauled him in for a long, hungry kiss. He’d given his life to duty and honor, he could take the rest of the millennia off.

Danny groaned, but pulled free. His eyes glowed red around the iris and his eyeteeth descended as he panted, clearly struggling to maintain control. A soft growl emanated, vibrating through Mac in a way that brought him close to coming. “My place. Now.”

Mac nodded hurried agreement.

He barely remembered the trip back to Danny’s apartment. The cab ride was a blur of groping and kissing. He was hard and aching by the time they got there. They ran up the stairs to the second-story, Danny’s hands on Mac’s ass as they both laughed like horny teenagers. For the first time in longer than he could remember, Mac felt at peace with himself. His body knew this was right and whatever the emotional fallout, he would deal with it later. For the second time in his life, Mac was going to act selfishly and take what he wanted.

Mac had been in Danny’s apartment before and was pleasantly surprised to find that it hadn’t been cleaned the last time special because he’d been expected. It was just as neat this time, too. And then Danny pushed him up against a wall and cleanliness was the last thing on his mind. They somehow made it to the bedroom, kissing and stripping the entire way there. Mac almost fell on his ass trying to get out of his socks, but Danny grabbed him in time.

Flat on his back on the bed at last, Mac watched as Danny shoved his pants down and joined him there. He’d seen Danny nude in the showers before, but this was different. This was filled with intent and the sheer heat coming from the other’s body felt searing. Danny latched onto his left nipple, sucking and biting at it. Mac groaned in pleasure, his fingers lacing into Danny’s thick hair. “Why are you so hot? I thought vampires were cold?”

“We prefer Undeceased Americans,” Danny quipped, winking before going back to Mac’s nipple.

Groaning, both at the pun and continued assault, Mac was about to reiterate his question when Danny went lower. Hissing at the contact, his cock surrounded by the moist heat of Danny’s mouth, Mac’s fingers tightened, pushing Danny down for more. The other went willingly, throat opening without any apparent trouble. Mac shuddered as Danny’s swallowed around his length, coming unexpectedly and without any control.

Mac collapsed, boneless and out of breath while Danny cleaned him with slow, deliberate licks.

“Mac? Mac, you with me?”

Rousing enough to give Danny a tired, contented wave, Mac lifted his head from the pillow to find that his new lover’s face had altered slightly. The mouth now held two sets of fangs, above and below, and the eyes remained that glowy red around the iris, instead of just a flash. It was disconcerting enough to cut through the orgasm and he pushed onto his elbows.

“I’m going to take you now, okay?” Danny asked, almost slurring the words. “Don’t freak out on me.”

Mac shook his head and then clarified, “I won’t freak out, go ahead. Do what you need to.”

Instead of moving back up to take blood from his jugular, Danny simply lowered his head and bit into the femoral artery. Mac gasped at the slice of pain as razor-sharp fangs broke through his skin. The absurd urge to relieve himself overtook Mac as Danny sucked the blood from his thigh. His body shook, conflicting signals of arousal, pain, fear, and euphoria causing him to once more collapse on the pillows. His cock got hard again, but not for long; all the strength in his body giving way to the lethargy of approaching death as his blood loss grew.

Dizziness and nausea slithered through him, rendering him helpless and immobile. If he’d made the wrong choice, it wouldn’t be long before he either died and became nothing or rejoined Claire. Both options had their appeal.

“Mac! Mac, c’mon, please, you gotta drink! Please, please, Mac, take my hand, I’m begging you!”

Mac opened his eyes sluggishly at the pure panic in Danny’s voice. He opened his mouth to sooth him when something wet and metallic filled his mouth. At first, he tried to spit it out, rejecting what had to be wrong and unnatural, but Danny pinched his nose shut with a determined expression and kept his wrist flush against Mac’s lips. When next he drew breath, the blood immediately filled his mouth.

And then everything changed. It was like his senses went on overdrive and he needed the blood Danny gave. Hunger stabbed his gut and Mac sealed his lips to the wound and sucked as hard as he could.

“That’s it, oh God that’s good, baby,” Danny groaned, guttural. “Drink me down. Fuck yeah, just like that.”

Mac drew back after a few minutes and licked delicately at the torn flesh, grinning when Danny hissed at him, feral and lusty. Danny dropped down on him and bit into his chest, slicing it with his lower fangs and then drinking more, right from source, over the heart. Shuddering violently, Mac’s legs wrapped around Danny to keep him there, heels digging into the other’s ass. And then he yelped in pain with his mouth erupted in fire. He gingerly touched his teeth and cut himself on his own fangs.

“Watch out with those things, they’re dangerous,” Danny told him, smirking.

“I’ll show you dangerous,” Mac warned, cutting his own tongue in the process.

He pulled Danny in tight and bit awkwardly into his lover’s throat. Blood sprayed over him, but he managed to drink a good portion down before the wound closed on him. Licking at his lips still slick with blood, Mac leaned back and stretched, arching his chest towards Danny and then provoked, “I thought you said something about fucking me?”

“Oh, shit yeah,” Danny growled, hooking his arms under Mac’s legs and hauling him up.

Mac laughed and pulled his legs up of his own volition as Danny pushed wet fingers inside him. Wet with blood, he knew without asking. Whose, well, it didn’t really matter since they now shared the same blood. He moaned in pleasure as Danny finger fucked him slow and hard, nicking his prostate every so often. It was too long a time later that Danny’s cock finally entered him, pushing in deliberately, coated in lube and blood.

He groaned in pain as Danny fucked him without pausing to let him adjust, but didn’t tell Danny to stop, either. This had been a long time in the making, centuries to hear Danny talk, and he wanted every bit of passion and love and lust and need that Danny had to give. He wanted everything, just like Danny did, and would take nothing less, urging, “Fuck me, Danny, that’s right, show me you love me, fuck me harder! Oh, fuck, do it! Do it, Danny, fuck me! Come in me, take me, make me yours, Danny, show me! Show me everything!”

Danny pushed up on his fists to get better leverage as he did just that. His thrusts were powerful enough to move Mac up the bed and slam the bed into the wall. Mac had to hold against the headboard to stay in place. His legs maintained their grip around Danny’s waist as his lover took him harder than anyone ever had in the past. There was something different about him already, Mac felt it in his depths, but he didn’t even care. He couldn’t get enough of Danny; his sweat, his blood, his smell, his breath.

Mac dug his free hand into Danny’s back and raked his nails across the broad, muscled plane, prompting a snarl. Mac snarled right back, a little startled by the rumble in his chest, and then grinned fiercely and bit into the nearest bit of flesh and sucked at the blood that spurted into his mouth. Danny howled and slammed into him even harder at that and Mac knew it wouldn’t be long. They were covered in blood and Mac’s own body strained to come against his wishes a second time. Danny had to be even closer, he had to from the way he strove to get as deep in Mac as he could.

And then it happened. Danny dropped down on him, pinning him in place as he humped into Mac and bit into Mac’s throat. Mac shouted in pure ecstasy and then latched onto Danny’s throat in return. He felt the come fill his ass and shot his own load between them in response.

It was no real surprise when everything went black, even as he continued to suck at his lover’s throat and felt the pull of his own blood loss.

*  *  *  *

Sunlight woke Mac to an utter completeness that he hadn’t felt ever in his life. He groaned in pain when he moved, his entire body one massive ache.

“You’re awake sooner than I expected,” Danny rumbled, sounding amused.

Cracking an eyelid, Mac glared at his lover and muttered, “You’re not supposed to be a morning person, Danny.”

“I’m not, I’m just not new to the whole blood thing,” Danny promised. “And really, you should still be sleeping. I’ve never heard of a newly Bonded waking before a week’s time.”

Mac frowned. “How long have I been out?”

“Just a couple of days. And don’t worry. Stella thinks we’re in a honeymoon phase and told me not to let you out of bed for at least a couple more.”

Mac groaned again, but this time at the shit he was going to get from Stella when they got back to work. “I can’t believe you told her the truth.”

“Well, enough of it that she won’t come looking for you,” Danny amended, smirking.

Arching an eyebrow, Mac demanded, “Tell me you didn’t imply I was the one getting fucked?”

“Implied? No. Not at all.”

Danny’s innocent expression belied every single word and Mac made a face at him. His stomach rumbled sharply and he gasped at the cramp.

Immediately solicitous, Danny sliced his wrist with instant fangs and offered it to Mac. The rich, heady scent overtook Mac and he fed from his lover, slowly this time, savoring the full taste. When he felt just shy of full, Mac released Danny and licked at his lips to say, “Thanks.”

“What’s mine is yours, meine liebe,” Danny replied simply.

Mac smiled and murmured, “German, huh?”

“A long time ago,” Danny confirmed. “But there’s plenty of time for history later. Right now, let’s settle back down and you can get some more rest. Your body needs it.”

Since he was tired and sore, Mac didn’t argue. They were stretched out moments later, legs entwined as Mac rested on Danny’s chest. Not hearing a heartbeat disconcerted him only momentarily. This was the man he’d fallen for more than a few years ago, even if it had taken too long to figure that out.

With Danny’s hand running soothingly down his back, Mac let himself drift towards darkness once more. Danny would be there when he woke and this time, Mac really did have all the time in the world.