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While their relationship is still new and while it's only been a few weeks, Marcus thinks he can rather safely say he and Dan have already reached a point where plans tend to be assumed more often than not. It's not that he's not still trying to make dates with a particular purpose, because he very much is, liking how it feels to drive to Dan's and pick him up for dinner or for a movie or even just for a walk along the beach holding hands. But there are days, too, when Dan calls just as Marcus is thinking about him and they end up spending an afternoon together or going for coffee before Marcus has a shift at the Home.

He enjoys that time together just as much as he does the official dates.

This evening he's alone, Sabrina having gone to Charlie's, Trass having disappeared out into the trees. Some nights he doesn't come back at all, but Marcus is used to his comings and goings now, and it's hard to truly worry about a wolf of his size. It used to be that being alone in the house made him feel lonely, but no longer. His people will come back and if it really gets to him, there are others he can call.

Like Dan.

He's in the living room sketching when the call comes and Marcus grins before he answers his phone, already knowing who's going to be on the other end. Sure enough, within a few minutes he's tossing down the sketchbook on the coffee table, leaving it open without even looking at it, then grabbing the keys to his truck so he can pick Dan up at the last train stop.

By the time they're back at the house, Marcus is trying to convince Dan to give Space Hospital a try, laughingly attempting to explain some of the more ridiculous plot lines as he unlocks the front door to let them inside.

"It's really not that absurd," he says. "When you've seen demons and ghosts and goblins, is it that farfetched to think of aliens?"

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Dan hears himself groan before he realizes it's going to happen, and the tips of his ears get pink. "That is," he says, realizing he should share this thought, "maybe the sexiest thing I've heard in my life. You can have-- yeah." He runs his fingertips along Marcus's collarbone. "Just for you," he repeats softly.

He's been feeling like a horny teenager since the first kiss, and probably before that too-- or so he thinks, anyway, allowing that he hadn't been like this as an actual teenager whether it was because he wasn't safe to feel or whether girls weren't doing it for him. It's incredibly different now, and when he has an idea, he acts.

Carefully making sure tea and the sketchbook are safe where they're set aside, he rises and shifts just enough to move into Marcus's lap, a knee on each side of him. "I want," he starts, but instead of finishing the sentence, he takes Marcus's face in both hands and kisses him with intent, with need.

Anything Dan wants, Marcus realizes, he can have.

That doesn't just apply to this, to the kisses they're sharing, or the physical aspect of the relationship they're cultivating, but anything. He can feel it happening already, that dangerous thing he'd refused to allow himself for so long with Dutch and Matthias, and he regrets all over again the distance he had kept between himself and them. Matthias in particular. A man like him deserved better and Marcus couldn't give it to him, but he can learn from that. He won't make that same mistake twice. If one of them disappears from Darrow, he's not going to regret any of the things he didn't do.

His hands settle on Dan's thighs, then slide up toward his hips, leaning back on the couch and pressing deeply into the kiss. Dan's mouth tastes faintly of coffee and of something else, something distinctly Dan that Marcus has already come to find himself craving.

"Whatever you want," he mumbles after a moment of kissing. "Anything."

Already, Dan is more emotionally invested in his relationship with Marcus than any other romantic relationship he's had; if a casual girlfriend had said something like this to him, with Dan able to feel the truth in it, he would have ended it immediately.

Now he only wants to press deeper into what he's feeling, what Marcus offers. He doesn't need much of the shine to understand how singular this is for the other man, too.

Not that Marcus is making it easy to Dan to think abut what he wants. Hands on his thighs, on his hips, and Dan wants hands everywhere. He wants to make out here on the sofa, he wants to be taken to bed. "I'm pretty sure," he whispers back, "that I'm going to want it all. Whatever you want to give me. Call it a hunch."

His hands go down to the hem of his t-shirt. "I really want you to touch me."

Dan's words shiver down Marcus's spine, tingling through his body and triggering his nerves a little. It reminds him that this is all new for Dan and while he's the one who'd slid into Marcus's lap without the slightest hesitation, he's still going to be experiencing much of this for the first time. It's a thing that's both daunting and exhilarating.

God, but he's glad Sabrina is out for the night. And that Salem had gone with her.

"Here," he murmurs, reaching to help Dan with his shirt, pushing up the soft material and sliding his hands over the warm skin covering Dan's ribs. He's thin, much like Marcus is, with wiry muscles, a dusting of hair, and another shiver races through Marcus. He doesn't want to think ahead too much, he just wants to be here in this moment and enjoy whatever Dan wants. "Take it off."

The cool air rushes along his skin as the fabric peels away, and Dan smiles at the feelings he can feel in both of them, sensation and thoughts racing on parallel tracks. He tosses his shirt away, and leans back down for a kiss, pulling Marcus's hands to his ribs.

"Touch me," he breathes against Marcus's mouth. "Feels like I've been waiting forever." It's less a comment on how they've been doing things, and more an expression of how much he wants more, how much he likes being able to ask so freely.

Dan resumes kissing him, slow and with a dirty edge to it, his tongue licking at the seam of Marcus's lips, and then back into his mouth.

It's not a request Dan's going to have to make more than once and Marcus's hands slide over Dan's ribs, then around over his shoulder blades and back down again. The muscles in his back are strong under Marcus's hands and he moans softly into the kiss as his fingers continue their slow exploration of Dan's body. They knead his lower back gently for a moment, then trail higher, back up Dan's ribs, up his chest as his palms flatten out against his skin. His thumbs curiously sweep over Dan's nipples, testing how he might feel about that.

This isn't where things are going to end tonight. There's already a desperate edge to their kissing that's impossible to ignore, but Marcus is determined to take his time and enjoy this.

For maybe the first time in his life, he's the more experienced person in the situation. He wants nothing more than to make every second of this enjoyable for Dan. He wants to give him everything.

Heat burns through him everywhere Marcus touches him, all of his nerves waking up, singing with the touch. Everything around them is quiet, and Dan exists in the world that is their bodies and the sound of their breathing, of mouths wet against each other, again and again. Marcus thumbs his nipples, and he's genuinely surprised to feel his dick twitch in his jeans, where it's already getting hard. He thinks about Marcus's mouth there, and makes a needy sound in the back of his throat.

He's spent so long carefully building walls and defenses against the outside world, and now they're all on fire, burning up faster than he could have imagined-- and all he feels is glad.

Dan's not even sure what to ask for next, so he continues to put himself in Marcus's hands, moaning into his mouth and wriggling his hips.

It's too much for Marcus to focus on at once, the sounds Dan is making and the way his hips are moving and the feel of his warm skin and shifting muscles under his hands. Before this evening, he's been trying to control himself with Dan, not for lack of want, but to respect any hesitations he might have, and in this moment he knows he's been, as always, a damn fool. There is no hesitation in Dan's movements or his kisses and so Marcus slips his hands low across Dan's back again, then around the curve of his incredible ass, pulling their bodies flush together.

Marcus is already hard, he suspects it happened right around the time Dan climbed into his lap, and he presses his hips up a little seeking a bit of friction.

It takes some doing, but Marcus manages to pull back from Dan's mouth, though he doesn't go far. He presses warm kisses to the edge of Dan's jaw, then the column of his throat, his stubble rough against Marcus's lips. Then he's kissing down toward the beautiful line of Dan's collarbone, the gentle hollow the bones make where they meet the muscles of his shoulder.

"I could do this forever," he mumbles against Dan's skin.

Dan's already feeling so good, and when he registers the double whammy of Marcus's hands on his ass, Marcus's hands on his ass pulling him closer, he makes the sort of whining sound he'd have never believed himself capable of before this. He can feel the outline of Marcus's erection and it's got him hard too, grinding shamelessly because it's just so fucking good.

With that hot, sweet mouth wandering down his neck, over his bare skin, Dan just abandons himself to anything and everything, gasps and tiny groan as Marcus lights him up everywhere.

"I'd let you do it forever," Dan breathes, "except I--" He licks his lips. "I'm going to need you to fuck me at some point. Other things too, but I just--"

I want to be yours.

Somehow, even in this moment, with Dan half naked and in his lap, Marcus isn't expecting those words, and a throaty groan spills out of him. He very much wants that, wants to take Dan into his bed again, with very different intentions this time. He feels shaky with adrenaline, excited and nervous, and so terribly aroused like he's not sure he's felt in a very long time. This is what Dan does to him.

"We should move," he murmurs. "I'm not expecting Sabrina back any time soon, but I don't want to have to worry about being caught out here." He doesn't want anything to disrupt this time between them, he wants to be entirely focused on Dan.

With another playful squeeze of Dan's ass, Marcus arches his hips again and grins suggestively. "Shall we?"

Even though Dan can confirm in so many ways how much Marcus wants him, he doesn't think he'll get tired of finding it out in some new way, and that groan would have him weak in the knees if he were standing. He's never been one to say things like this, either, but there's something enormously freeing in it too.

Dan grins down at Marcus, pushing into his hands, his hips. "Yeah. Take me to bed?"

It's been such a long time coming. He climbs off Marcus's lap, making no effort to hide how hard he is, and holds out a hand.

The request settles in Marcus's chest, warm and arousing, and he takes the hand Dan is offering him and gets to his feet. The bedroom is just down the hall and by now Dan knows the way, so Marcus steps into his space again, pressing their bodies close together, taking another long, deep kiss. At the same time, he nudges Dan backward toward the hall, maneuvering them around the furniture in their way, taking care not to walk into anything and ruin the moment.

The bedroom is better like this, still lit with the late evening sun setting over the trees behind the house, the yard beyond the windows lush and green before the forest begins. Marcus prefers this to the view they had before, the only view Dan has seen out the large windows until now and although he knows neither of them are going to be looking at the view for the next little while, it's nice to know what will be there when they wake up tomorrow morning.

Closing the door behind them, Marcus pauses to begin unbuttoning his shirt, his fingers shaking only a little and he laughs as he misses a button. "Help?" he asks, grinning at Dan again. He feels like he's never going to stop smiling.

Dan does know the way, he realizes with a little grin, tucking his own hands into Marcus's back pockets. He's able to avoid the furniture with preternatural ease, of course, and he only pulls his mouth away from Marcus's in order to properly take in the room this way. Had he known?

He dislikes it when the shine plays to hindsight, but he loves the room this way too, sparing a glance to the greenery in all its hues under the sinking sun.

could be home

He turns to see one of the very best problems he's ever had the pleasure of solving; his fingers are a bit more stable, so that it doesn't take long at all to get those buttons undone.

Marcus is shrugging his shirt off moments later, then pulling up the tank top he had been wearing under it so he can drop it on the floor and return to Dan with everything. With his hands, with another kiss, with his entire body, and he shivers at the press of chest to chest, Dan's skin warm against his.

Had he wanted this from the day they'd met? He can't be entirely sure, but he knows he's wanted this for almost the entire time they've known each other. The months without hadn't been difficult, Marcus had truly been happy with the friendship, but this is so much better. This is everything.

Kissing Dan, licking at the seam of his lips, tasting him, Marcus guides him back toward the bed. He wants to undress Dan, touch him, see him, and the bed is by far the best place for it, spacious and comfortable, and no longer quite so empty.

This should maybe be a part, Dan's aware, that gives him some sort of huh, I'm really doing this with another man-- but all he can really think about is how much he likes Marcus's wiry frame and lean muscle, his arms. He groans outright as he feels the warm press of skin on skin.

He's easily moved back toward the bed, grinning like an idiot into the kiss, opening his mouth for Marcus, meeting his tongue eagerly. When the backs of his thighs hit the edge of the bed, he lets himself fall backward, pulls Marcus forward, on top of him. He wants to feel the weight of him there, above him-- and, he realizes with a hot throb of his cock, between his thighs.

Neither of them can stop smiling, Marcus feels Dan's lips curved against his mouth and he can't help but respond in kind. He almost wants to laugh, that's how good he feels, and as he settles against Dan, he has to admit to himself that he hadn't known he could be this happy again. It's such an incredible thing to have been wrong about and he hopes Dan can feel that from him.

With someone else, it might have felt like too much. He might have worried he was putting out too many feelings too quickly, but somehow he has the sense Dan isn't going to run from any of it.

With one hand braced against the bed, Marcus drags the palm of his other hand Dan's torso, palming his hip so he can arch his own down. And through two layers of denim, he can feel the hard outline of Dan's cock and he groans against his mouth, rolling his hips again a few more times, enjoying the friction against his own erection.

How strange, in a way, for something so passionate and sweet to be this happy and bright as well.

It's really beyond Dan's experience, though most of that falls by the wayside with how eager he is to push past all the things he doesn't know or hasn't done yet. He can do that safely with Marcus.

He's never been so safe.

The contact he gets when their hips connect, when he can feel Marcus hard against him, pulls a moan that sounds a lot more like a needy whine, and he goes with it, with the impulse to rut against Marcus. There's a brief thought that feeling so out and out-- well, sexual, fucking wanton-- shouldn't quite be right.

Ha fucking ha, Torrance, or you're more gay that you thought. He'll take that.

They're getting undressed, they both want this, but still Marcus hesitates for a moment before sliding his hand between their bodies. It's as if he's waiting for permission, waiting for Dan to tell him it's okay, but everything about the sounds he's making and the way his hips are moving make it clear enough. His palm slips between them, pressing against that hard length of Dan's cock and he groans again at the very feel of it against his palm. Even through the denim, Dan is hot against his hand and Marcus feels helplessly frozen, wanting to touch, wanting to get his mouth on Dan.

Wanting everything.

He presses a kiss under the edge of Dan's jaw, then against his throat before he glances down between them. Both their jeans are snug enough that he can see they're hard and the visual does something more to him. His fingers go to the button on Dan's jeans and he glances up again, seeking permission.

"Is it okay?" he asks in a low, breathless voice. "Tell me it's okay."

Dan's hips buck and he scrapes his teeth across Marcus's lower lip when he feel that hand, a hand he's definitely fantasized about at this point, pressing against his erection through his jeans. "Marcus," he gasps, and then his mouth, he wants Marcus's mouth hot and open against his neck and he wants it yesterday.

He almost doesn't catch what's actually happening.

His own fingers are ready to move and take care of that button, but the idea of Marcus undressing him, the image of him unzipping Dan and pulling his cock free has him nodding, giving his consent in a similarly low and breathless voice. "Yes, please, it's okay, it's so much better than okay. I want you to, I want you to touch me."

Marcus is nodding, too, the second Dan says yes, he's nodding and it probably exposes just how badly he wants this, the way he nods and undoes the button of Dan's jeans at the same time. As he pulls down the zipper he presses his open mouth against Dan's throat and his tongue flicks out to taste the skin over his pulse point, inhaling deeply as he does. He feels dizzy, his head spinning with the sensations and the scent of Dan's skin and the brush of stubble against his nose when he tilts his head just slightly to find another bit of skin to kiss.

Then his hand slips into Dan's jeans. There's one last layer between his hand and Dan's cock, but the material is thin, leaving almost nothing to the imagination, and Marcus has to muffle another breathless moan against Dan's throat. He shifts, moving off Dan just the slightest bit, enough to give himself more room, and he's trying to take his time but there's a slightly impatient edge to all his movements. Dan's jeans slip down his hips bit by bit, until Marcus can tug at the waist of his briefs and then slip his hand inside.

Under his palm, Dan's cock is hard and hot and his skin silky smooth, and Marcus is almost embarrassed by the hoarse, whimpering sound he makes when he wraps his fingers around him.

Dan's pretty sure his eyes roll into the back of his head briefly when as Marcus attaches his mouth to Dan's neck, like it's some long-dormant point of arousal that's been waiting inside him like all of this passion must have done. His head falls back; he bares his throat, trusting Marcus with all of it, with his vulnerability, trusts that Marcus will keep making him feel good.

When Marcus shifts, it takes Dan a second or two to realize why, and then there's a hand inside his pants. It does not disappoint.

"Yeah," he breathes, though it's more like panting at this point. "Oh my god, Marcus, yes." He leans in to drink that whimper from Marcus's lips, to let himself taste the skin of Marcus's neck now, the elegant column of muscle having been a distraction (he realizes now) even during that week of winter together. "Fuck," he whispers. "Fair warning that I'm not sure how long I'm going to last. It's been... years. And it was never, ever like this. Never this good."

"We have all night," Marcus whispers back. "And tomorrow. And the day after."

They have as long as Dan wants him, because Marcus has discovered something about himself in recent years, something he'd never imagined could possibly be true. A part of his heart he'd thought long walled off instead wraps itself around a few select people, throws him in head first with the inability to do anything but care for them wholly and unconditionally. So as long as Dan wants him, he's here. Right here.

It takes some effort on Marcus's part, but he forces himself back onto his knees on the bed so he can properly undress Dan. He doesn't want this to be some hurried handjob while Dan is still half dressed, because while that is fun in its own right, this isn't the time for it. Instead he peels Dan's jeans down, leaves him naked and utterly beautiful on the bed, and his breath catches as his head thunders and he just looks.

Something about that timeline, about the unspoken continuation of it, takes Dan by surprise in the best way. He can't even identify what it is-- could just be that sends another throb of arousal through him-- but he steals a kiss before he lets the process of undressing finish.

He knows that objectively, he's good-looking; he picks it up enough from people.

But it's totally different to feel Marcus looking at him, to feel Marcus appreciating him and admiring him in a way that makes him blush. He doesn't mind if Marcus looks as long as he wants to look; he'd meant what he'd said about the drawing. His heart hammers and his breathing's fast, but he can't look away from Marcus's eyes. "Yeah," he says, exhaling. "Yeah, you have me now."

Those words could be frightening. Marcus knows himself, he knows in the past similar words have been terrifying for him, the very idea of someone trusting him in such a way too much, but Dan speaks now and Marcus's chest seizes. This is what he wants. It's everything he wants. The realization is dizzying.

Stretching out on the bed again, still partially dressed himself, Marcus presses another kiss to Dan's mouth, breathing hard against his lips. At the same time, his palm slips over Dan's lower belly, over warm skin giving way to wiry hair and then his fingers circle Dan's cock. It feels good just to hold him and so for a moment that's all Marcus does.

Then, trying not to seem too desperate or too needy, despite the arousal clawing at him, Marcus strokes the length of Dan's cock. He wants to do so much more than this, wants to taste him, and a groan slips out of him at the thought, but he's determined to take his time now. To make Dan feel good without rushing him. Stroking him slowly, his grip firm, Marcus kisses him deeper, licking into his mouth.

Under other circumstances, Dan knows they're words he might never have said. He's certainly never meant them before, and he's grateful that not only are they well-received, there's not time to overthink it.

Not when Marcus is kissing him again, not when his amazing, slightly rough hand is moving on him, grasping him-- there's a moment of anticipation through which Dan has to suck in a breath. He holds it until Marcus's hand starts to move again, and then he's exhaling, moaning loudly; he wants Marcus to hear what he does to Dan. His hips chase the movement, and he doesn't even try to keep from looking or sounding as needy as he does when he's trying to hard not to fuck into the circle of Marcus's hand

He lets his mouth open instead and gives in just as eagerly to deep, hungry kisses.