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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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"Not sure there could be much I don't want from you," Dan says, taking his time with this kiss, the urgency turned in easy heat. He tries his best to taste every bit of Marcus's mouth he can trace out with his tongue, and when they part, he's gasping for breath in the best way.

"The thing that blows my mind about this," he says, making sure Marcus is looking him in the eye, "isn't that I've never done this, or done this with a man. It's that I've never done this with anyone I liked or cared about this much."

He takes a breath. "I want to touch you, and then I want you to fuck me."

He's honestly not sure which part of what Dan has said leaves him the most breathless, that he wants so much or that he cares so much, but either way, Marcus can't respond directly. His voice feels caught in his throat and what ends up slipping out of him is more of a muffled sort of whimper instead of anything that might make sense. It gets the point across anyway, he has to imagine.

"I care about you, too," he manages to say after a moment before he rolls himself forward, on top of Dan again. "So much."

The rest, his absolute pleasure at giving Dan anything he wants, it has to be evident in the way he kisses Dan again. The way he touches him, skimming his body with his palm, tracing muscles and lines of bone, learning and mapping every bit of Dan's skin that's available to him right now.

The weight of Marcus on top of him, not that it's a massive weight, simultaneously has him feeling safer than he's ever felt-- and yet he can feel his cock given a valiant twitch at how fucking hot it is. He's going to place himself entirely into the hands of someone who holds his trust and affection like no one else, and it's going to be okay to enjoy it as much as he wants, to be open to it. And on a much baser level, opening his knees a little wider to feel Marcus between his legs has such hot implications that he's shivering.

"I know you do," he murmurs, not to tease or be smug, but to acknowledge that they both know where this is going on an emotional level too.

He slides his own hand down Marcus's stomach, deliberate in his motion.

A part of him wants to protest what he's just said, claim he isn't ready yet to care about someone this much, but it's not as if he has any control over it. And if he examines what he feels, really pays attention to the nuance of it, Marcus thinks he is ready. It's perhaps quicker than he might have ever imagined for himself, especially since he'd been rather settled in the idea of being alone, but quick doesn't make it any less real.

This is where they are. It's who they are. All he has to do now is be grateful for it and resist any of his awful instincts to screw it up when it gets deeper.

He's still half dressed, even as he settled between Dan's thighs and he presses his hips down, eagerly waiting for the hand that's sliding down toward the waist of his jeans. He kisses Dan's jaw, then his throat, nipping lightly at the skin there. He debates leaving a mark, then decides to wait until the next time, until they've had a little practice at this before he starts leaving reminders for Dan littered across his body. His teeth drag along Dan's throat toward his shoulder and his hips roll again, seeking the pressure from that hand.

"Yeah, next time," breathes Dan, long ago having left behind the need to worry about what he says. He wants that mark, though, wants a dozen of them up and down his neck, his chest, maybe decorating the insides of his thighs. There's so much-- there's so much in their future.

Without looking, and that mostly because he's preening a bit under the attention paid to his neck and throat and shoulder, he gets Marcus's jeans open, and then eases them down until he's able to, until he is wrapping his hand around his cock, feeling the hot and heavy weight of it, the moisture at the tip.

The full realization that this is for him, that this is what he does to Marcus, is amazing. He grips him tighter, strokes as evenly as he can manage. "Tell me," he whispers, "how you like it. I want to make you feel good."

If Dan thinks he doesn't already feel so incredibly good, the sound Marcus makes when he strokes the length of his cock is probably enough to drive it home. He nearly whimpers at the touch of his hand, because even though he's only just had Dan's cock in his mouth, even though he's only just sucked him off and made him come and swallowed every last bit of Dan he could, he still can't quite believe it's Dan touching him now.

He'd fallen into this so quickly. Within days. It had been frightening how quickly he'd come to want this man and now he's actually touching him.

"It's perfect," he says in a hoarse voice and there's nothing but the truth in his words. He loves the tight grip Dan has around him, tighter than some other might enjoy, but for Marcus it's only ever felt amazing. "Just... God, Dan, just like that."

It would be all too easy to feel awkward, too new to any of it.

Dan feels like it could be the hundredth time as easily as it feels like the first, familiar and brand-new all at once. He presses his lips to Marcus's jaw and cheek, his temple and the corner of his eye, and keeps up the steady pumping of his hand.

"I think you're perfect," Dan breathes, his free hand coming up to turn Marcus's face for a kiss to his mouth. He's not worried it's too much, not right now, and he knows he sounds as vulnerable as he's letting himself be, that it's the truth. "Perfect for me, anyway."

People have said that to him before. They've said it and then he's hurt them somehow, intentionally or not, and then they've been gone. When Sam had said something similar Marcus had frozen up and backed off as quickly as he could. And then, when he'd let people in, they had disappeared.

By all rights, given his history, he should be tensing up now, too, preparing to protect himself and Dan by making sure it doesn't get too deep. But it's already too late for that and he thinks they both know it.

More than that, he doesn't want to pull back. He wants nothing more than to lean in.

"I'll take it," he breathes with a low, rough laugh, having to close his eyes against the feeling of Dan's fist sliding over his cock. Marcus kisses him again, a little harder this time, deeper and longer as he sheds his jeans the rest of the way and kicks them onto the floor.

Dan doesn't usually talk this much in a moment like this-- not that this moment is like any other he's ever had. He's certain that half of what spills out of his mouth is the sort of thing he's never told anyone, ever.

He's got Marcus naked now, and even if it isn't at his own hand, he's fucking delighted, a hand skimming up his flank, pulling him closer with the same hand firm on his ass.

When he stops stroking Marcus's cock, it's to run both hands up his back and feel the warm wiry muscle of his shoulders and arms as he kisses him again. It's only feeling like he has to gasp for breath that gets him to pull away. "Hey," he whispers, punchdrunk, "I want you inside me."

He still wants to ask Dan if he's sure, but all it takes is one look when he pulls back and he knows Dan is. He grins, the expression flickering at the corners of his mouth briefly, though he can't keep it up for long, because he feels so damn good with Dan's hands on him. Leaning in, he kisses Dan again, deeply, then pulls back and peppers smaller kisses on his lower lip, his chin and his jaw.

"I have lubricant, which we'll need," he says in a soft voice. "And I have condoms."

He wants to leave that choice up to Dan. Marcus has been with so few people and he's been to the doctor and had the appropriate tests done according to what he's been told by Neil and others, but he still wants Dan to make that decision. To tell Marcus what he feels comfortable with and what he doesn't. There's plenty of time, just like he's said, and there will always be options.

Dan almost opens his mouth to tell Marcus how very sure he is, but the ripple of thoughts, followed up by words, is all he needs. His hands come up to cradle Marcus's face, fingers stroking along his jaw as he considers the implication, the bits of information he's picking up just by being here, this closed and this connected.

"I'm clean," he says. "It's been a few years and I've been tested since then. If you-- I'd like to feel you. Without."

It would be no less special with a condom, but Dan wants.

Marcus only nods, then kisses Dan again before he sits up and sits back and reaches for the bedside drawer. Even though Dan has slept in this very bed already, a part of Marcus had still worried he might feel guilty having him here like this, in the bed he had once shared with someone else, someone he loved very much, but there's no guilt now. There's nothing to feel guilty about and the realization that he's not carrying anything like that into this new relationship makes him shiver with pleasure.

"I'll go slow," he promises as he drops the bottle of lubricant on the bed beside Dan. He kisses the inside of Dan's knee, then nuzzles against the unexpectedly soft skin, one of those places on a person's body he thinks rarely get touched. At the same time, he slides one hand up the inside of Dan's thigh and his palm glides over his skin, over his balls so his fingers can press gently at Dan's hole. He hasn't put any lubricant on his hand yet, he's not looking to press inside of him, he only wants to touch Dan gently, to get him used to all of this before he does anything else.

"I know," Dan says, reaching down to push his fingers through Marcus's close-cropped hair. "You're going to take such good care of me." He realizes a moment later it's a statement backed, unexpectedly, by the shine just as much as everything else, and he's ready to swear his heart skips a beat.

But then Marcus's mouth is against his knee, drawing a gasp from him, and his hand, his beautiful hand, is right there, and Dan's torn between wanting that slowness and wanting it all to go so much faster. He shivers, shifting slightly to push back against the gentle bit of pressure.

"That's good," he says, eyes wide.

While hardly the most experienced man in the world, Marcus knows well enough by now to understand none of what he's doing to Dan right now is restricted to sex between two men. But somehow, the way Dan says that, the way he looks, Marcus finds himself thinking no one else has ever touched him like this before.

Maybe he's wrong. Maybe Dan is just always so beautifully responsive, but whatever the case, Marcus wants to make it even better. Better than good.

He rubs his fingers gently against that tight ring of muscle and tries not to think about how good it'll feel to be inside Dan. Then he pulls back a bit and slicks lube over two of his fingers and returns them to where they'd been. Teasing and rubbing and slipping just the tip of one finger inside of Dan slowly before pulling back.

"Still good?" he asks with a little grin, rubbing his cheek against the inside of Dan's knee.

"Yeah, first time with anyone," Dan says softly, "at least that I can remember. Maybe I was waiting," he adds, with a smile that hints he's only half teasing in response to the thoughts that scatter across his skin like loving sparks.

It's already better than good, and old habit would push him to think it's better than he deserves.

But they both deserve it, he thinks now, and then he gets to feel the different between dry and slick skin, and then the gentle nudge that has him gasping. He wants more, he wants to take more, and the plea comes tumbling from his lips as he spreads his thighs further apart.

"Better than good," he says, wonderingly. "I want-- I want more."

It makes Marcus shiver with something inexplicable every time Dan answers some unasked question. A part of him understands how and why others might feel like it was intrusive, but he doesn't get that sense at all. Instead he's only struck with an overwhelming feeling of being understood. Of being heard.

"Good," he murmurs softly, then presses his finger deeper inside of Dan. It takes time, making sure nothing is going to hurt him, but Marcus is happy to spend all night fucking Dan with just his fingers if it comes to that. He doesn't think it will, not as he adds a second slick finger, pumping slowly as he opens Dan up, but if he did, he'd never complain.

He smooths his free hand up Dan's thigh, then curls his fingers around his cock without stroking. For the moment he just holds onto Dan, thrusting both his fingers carefully into his body.

Dan's fairly confident, ruling out any blackout one night stands, that he'd only made the mistake of acting off shine-attained information once, leading to a very freaked-out girl from math class fleeing from the car.

But even that memory doesn't sting now. He's just needed the right person, and every moment, every touch, proves that he's found the right person.

The right person who now has a finger inside him, making Dan shiver and work to relax himself-- much easier as Marcus touches him, adds a second finger. God, he wants to do this well, he wants to be as connected to Marcus as he can be. He'd also like not to call the sound he makes a whimper, but he wants more. His cock, hard and straining and dripping, nudges further into Marcus's fingers as Dan moans for more.

The sound Dan makes is perfect, it sends tingling electricity down Marcus's spine and straight to his aching cock. He works his fingers inside of Dan, taking his time, watching the way Dan's body responds and once he's in as far as the third knuckle, Marcus gently curls his fingers. He doesn't want to make Dan come again, not right away, but he wants him to know what's there, the parts of his body that are going to make this feel even better. It takes a bit of navigating on a new body, but then Marcus feels the tips of his fingers stroking against that firm bit inside of Dan and he pauses for just a moment.

"How's that?" he asks in a rough voice.

Then he does it again, keeping the pressure gentle for the time being. Marcus has had this done to him and he'd loved how it felt, the stroking against his prostate, but he also has to suspect it's not for everyone. Not everything is. He needs to ask questions, hear Dan's voice, make sure all of this is good.

"Fuck," says Dan, a bit tremulous, clenching around the fingers unlocking this previously unknown sensation, and he sucks in a breath. "That's good, it's so good." He knows by now that Marcus likes to hear him, and that's more arousing than Dan had considered it might be. It feels that way, to groan and hiss and know it's something he's giving to Marcus too.

He lets his hips ride against the touch, and reaches out, sliding a hand to the back of Marcus's neck and drawing him closer.

"All of it feels so good," he murmurs. "Come on, I want to make you feel good too." It should feel like an awkward sort of thing to say, but he means it so urgently, and he uses the hand on the back of Marcus's neck to pull him forward for a needy kiss.

Marcus almost laughs, as if he doesn't feel incredibly good already, but the way Dan kisses him stills any laughter and instead pulls a long moan out of him. He's still moving his fingers with care, unwilling to hurt Dan at all, even by accident, but the pace has quickened and he can feel Dan's body adjusting, letting him in.

"Are you ready?" he mumbles into the kiss. He could do exactly this all night. He would happily stroke his fingers inside of Dan, make him come again with just his hands and his mouth, but he doesn't think that's everything Dan wants from tonight.

And Marcus wants it, too. He wants to know what it feels like to be inside of Dan. He wants to feel the tightening of his muscles when he comes.

"You know what I mean," Dan clarifies, with a soft, happy laugh that drifts through the room only to turn into a gasp at the notion of just doing this all night, how Marcus could want that and it's nearly enough to set him off right there. He has to pull his thoughts away so he doesn't, but God, another night? Where he can do the same for Marcus?

They're going to have that, he knows, and he holds onto the knowing.

"I'm ready," he answers, and he is, pressing the words through easy kisses that seem to only increase in heat and depth. "I've been thinking about this a lot. Wanting this." He's pretty sure that despite the way he's grinding his hips down against Marcus's fingers inside him, he flushes a little when he says, "Wanting to be yours."

He knows a lot of things. He knows this is for keeps.

They're kissing and laughing and Marcus knows, above anything else, the ease they've found together here in bed is enough to convince him this isn't something that's going to dwindle in time. For as long as they're both here, he's never going to want anyone else.

Marcus kisses Dan again, curving his fingers inside his body once more before he eases back gently. His fingers slide free and he reaches for the lubricant once again, spilling enough into his hand to slick his aching cock and to rub a bit more onto Dan, massaging against the ring of muscle just inside him.

"I've been wanting this, too," he murmurs on an exhale, nudging the head of his cock gently against Dan's hole. "Not just this, but... everything." For longer than he had even realized.

More and more, he feels his life clicking into place, finally.

His voice is breaking on a helpless moan by the time Marcus rubs the last of the lube into him, his hips moving shamelessly into the touch. He wants this so much, in this moment, more than anything.

"Well," he whispers to Marcus, "it's yours. You just have to take it." He settles back, eyes wide and watchful as he feels Marcus, so close to inside him.

Marcus has never felt something as purely romantic as this. He would think himself foolish if not for the fact that he can sense it from Dan, too, this feeling of something bigger than they've realized, and he has to put it out of his head for the moment or risk undoing himself entirely in that feeling. Instead he braces one hand on the bed beside Dan's head and leans down to kiss him as he slowly lets his hips roll forward at the same time. It's a gentle motion, he's taking his time, he still doesn't want to hurt Dan at all and every movement comes after a brief pause in which he hopes Dan will speak up if something doesn't feel right.

After a moment he lifts his head a little, wanting to see Dan's face, wanting to watch. He had been so completely beautiful when Marcus had drawn him sleeping, but in this moment, his eyes wide, the way he's looking up at Marcus, it's incredible.

"God," he breathes out as he presses deeper inside of Dan.

Dan wants to tell him that he never could hurt Dan, but then Marcus moves again and looks at him just like that, and it's so much. The best kind of so much, and not for the first time does Dan suspect this is what could take him totally out of his own head, that thing he's always searched for; this time it won't hurt him. It's trust and it's pleasure and connection.

Intimacy, he thinks, as he licks into Marcus's mouth and tells himself to relax. He's never had intimacy before.

"More," he says, somehow soft and guttural at the same time. "Give me more."

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