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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'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."

For all he doesn't want to hurt Dan unintentionally, he also knows he has to trust Dan to know himself, to know what he wants, and so when he asks for more, Marcus is more than happy to oblige. He groans as his hips press forward, as his cock disappears into Dan's body, his muscles so tight and so warm around Marcus. Briefly, he thanks God for the practice he's had, knowing in any other situation he might be in danger of coming already, so overwhelmed with pleasure and aching disbelief of this moment and everything he's been given to experience again.

He kisses Dan, hot, open mouthed kisses, and rolls his hips again. Pulls back, thrust in, a slow rhythm at first, wanting Dan to know what it feels like before he gets too far ahead of himself. His lips brush over Dan's lower lip, his chin, the edge of his jaw and then the line of his throat. Marcus's hips roll, still slowly, but he begins to build up a rhythm as he moves.

"You're so damn beautiful," he murmurs against Dan's throat. "You have no idea."