"I am the dark angel, Darian Moore...Follow me, my children of the night!" Darren hissed, raising his arms and dancing around. He was clad in a pair of skin-tight red patent leather pants and a fishnet top, which clung to his slightly dampened skin. His face was colored the palest of skin tones; his eyes lined in coal black liner and his lips a blood red. Although not one for much makeup, this look did him justice. "Brent, my child, why do you look so sad?" He asked, leaning forward to face his blond-haired companion, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the singer's spacious San Francisco home.

Daniel looked up at his band mate from his seat on the floor.
"Who the fuck is Brent??" He asked, giving the dark angel a weird look.
He didn't think he would ever understand this man. Here he was, on the night of old hallow's eve, sitting on his best friend's floor...dressed up like a vampire.
It was all Darren's idea and he'd even picked out the costumes.
Daniel looked down at his ensemble and just shook his head. Only Darren would dress him in black leather pants, tight enough to heighten his voice slightly, but loose enough that he was able to walk. Then there was the shirt. Daniel couldn't believe that something could be so see-through and yet able to be worn.
Daniel shook his head. Darren was one kinky guy.

Darren straightened up, placing his hands on his hips.
"You haven't been paying ANY attention to what I've been saying!!" He whined, giving his mate that all too well practiced pout. "We're two vampires from the Alhala clan. You're Brent LeFay..." He said, placing his hand on Daniel's chest, "and I...am Darian Moore...your 'bitch', so to speak." He continued, smiling, his lips slightly shiny. "We have to make this look believable, so listen up and don't you give me any lip." He finished, walking around the room. The pants he was wearing looked as though he had caught all kinds of hell getting into.
"This is going to be so cool!" He squealed, placing a single finger on his lips.

Daniel rolled his eyes and slowly climbed to his feet.
"You're sad! Anyone would think you're 10 years old!!! It's only Halloween, Daz! It happens every year," Daniel told him as he tried to stretch the leather of his pants.
"And you're my 'bitch'??" Daniel then questioned, his mind wondering at what he would do if Darren really were his 'bitch'.
Quickly he shook his head, clearing his mind from the forbidden thought.
'I should never have agreed to this.' He told himself then he looked at Darren and raised an eyebrow.
"So, little boy, please fill me in on the crazy world your mind is now living in." He told Darren.

Darren walked to a full-length mirror, checking himself out. He then turned his gaze to his blond counterpart, not bothering to turn around. "I wanted to do something a little different, give you control. This is your chance to have a bit of fun as well," he answered, licking his lips. "And yes, I am your bitch, here to do any and everything you want me to."
He winked, his blue eyes flashing for a split second. He had wanted to do something like this for the longest time, and Halloween was the perfect opportunity. This was a new thing to him, giving Daniel control over everything. He moved around, trying to loosen his pants' grip on his thighs.
'Damn, I think I got these too tight...' He mused, posing, his back still turned to Daniel. 'I'm doing all of this for you, dammit!' He thought to himself.
'Please, just come and take me, free me from these tight ass clothes!'
Darren snapped himself back to reality, his body giving a slight shiver.
"How's my hair?" He asked, playing with his now dirty blond hair.
//Nice save, Darren//

Daniel couldn't help but stare at Darren as he looked at himself in the mirror. Him...those pants...how was he going to control himself?
"Here, let me help you," he offered, then he bent down behind Darren, grabbed the cuffs of his pants and gave them a hard yank downwards.
"Is that any better?" He then asked as he stood back up, looking at Darren's reflection in the mirror.
//He wants me to take control? What if I told him that I wanted him to take control of me? What if I told him that I wanted him to control me in the way he'd just said? Stop dreaming, Daniel...//
Daniel then began to grin as he eyed Darren's new dirty blond hair, gelled to perfection.
"Ummm...it doesn't look quite right. I'll fix it for you," he told Darren, then with an evil smile, he placed his hands on Darren's head and within seconds, Darren looked like a truck had hit him.

"Damn you Daniel!" He screamed, trying to break free from his partner's torture. "Do you know how long it took me to get those spikes right!!!!! Sometimes I hate you, Jonesy!" He added, finally getting away. He stumbled backwards onto the couch, falling onto it with a loud PLOP.
What a sight he was, eyes closed, lips curled in a seductive smile, and hair in tangles.
"And thanks a lot for adjusting my pants." He said, looking down at the garment whose waist was resting comfortably on his hips.
"I'll get you for that one," he growled, swinging a leg over the back of the couch.

Daniel snickered then slowly walked towards the couch where his friend sat.
"Well, if it means anything to you, I happen to like the new 'do'. It has an air of 'I just got out of my coffin and was too thirsty to bother with my hair'." Daniel told him, his ever present mischievous smile on his lips.
Daniel then let himself drop down next to Darren, grabbing his leg and making him sit properly.
"So, what evil plans are you brewing in that weird mind of yours? Are you going to bite me to death? Or maybe you're going to spike me to death with what's left of your hairstyle."
By this time Daniel was laughing so hard that he was having a lot of trouble breathing. It was the pants...or was it the fact that Darren was sitting but millimeters from him?
//Daniel, stop thinking about him. It's never gonna happen...but he looks so hot in those pants...Daniel, he's your best friend...but he's so damn sexy...he's straight...//
This argument continued for another few minutes until Daniel quickly put a stop to it, hoping that his thoughts weren't showing on his face.
"So, what are the plans for tonight...providing I can stand up in these things." Daniel asked, running a hand lazily over the slick black leather of his pants.

Darren looked at his pants, then his friend's. 'My god, I should have gotten them just a tad bit tighter...' He thought, smiling evilly.
"I'll stick you with something...but it won't be my hair." He continued, smiling even more. Then he stopped as soon as he started.
//Holy shit, I hope he didn't notice that!//
"Ummm, I dunno what I'm gonna do. Guess I'll have to surprise you," Darren said, patting Dan's thigh before he stood up and walked off into his room. "I've GOT to have a shower. You're free to redress yourself...if you want." He suggested, giving a slight turn of his head and winking a heavily lined lid.
"Be out in a sec!" He finished, running off, his pants making a soft squeak with every move.

Daniel managed to keep the shock off his face as Darren slapped him with his comeback.
'What the hell was that?' He asked himself, watching Darren silently.
"Surprise? Gee, that sounds exciting!" He said sarcastically, not being able to think of anything else at this point in time.
//Did he really say what I think he said?//
Daniel shook his head and returned to reality just in time to see Darren stand up, his hand still resting gently on his thigh.
//If only I wasn't wearing these damn leathers...//
"What? You're having a shower?? Why the hell are you doing that?? You've already done your make-up and I had enough time pouring myself into these pants...there's no way in hell I'm going for a second round!!!! Are you feeling all right??"
Before he could finish his speech, Darren had disappeared so he stood up and slowly walked in the same direction Darren had gone, coming to a stop at his closed door.
"Darren!!" He called then waited.
"Darren, you've really lost it this time haven't you??" He then said before shaking his head and returning back to the lounge room, pulling uncomfortably at the crotch of his pants.
//Can these things be any tighter?//

The running taps drowned all sound out as Darren prepared to struggle with his pants, slowly peeling the fabric off. "Damn these things...should have picked a less revealing pair." He cursed himself, bouncing around in the bathroom. It was at this moment that he started to wonder what Daniel was doing, so he called to him.
"Daniel?"
He waited for a reply.
"Daniel??"
Still, no reply.
"Dammit, here I am, practically naked and waiting for you to barge in on me like you usually do, and when I WANT you to, you're nowhere to be found!" He said, growling as he pulled the pants off of the last few inches of his body.
'There is no way I can wear underwear with these things!' He mused, stepping into the shower and underneath the running water.

Daniel sat in the lounge room, his mind on Darren...or more to the point, on what he looked like right now. He knew he had to be in the shower by now, unless he was still wrestling with those ass-huggers.
Daniel snickered to himself then suddenly he became aware of his name being yelled out.
'What now?' He asked himself as he slowly dragged himself up off the couch.
//Don't tell me he can't get the damn things off!//
He then walked back down the hall to Darren's room, this time ignoring the closed door and walking in. Almost at once the steam hit him.
"Dammit, Darren!! Don't you ever close your bathroom door!!" He yelled out, his skin beginning to sweat from the heat in the room.

Darren stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and walking out of the bathroom. It was as if he was part of some X-rated dream, the way he just materialized in the steam, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, his hair slicked to his forehead, and beads of water dripping off of his muscular chest. "Why bother with closing the door? We're grown men." He replied, smiling. "I just remembered what else I had to get to complete my costume."

When Darren emerged from the steam, Daniel had to struggle to keep his face expressionless. He looked like a god, his body glistening with water, small trickles running down his muscled chest.
He quickly licked his lips then shook his head.
"Grown men now, maybe, but by the time we get out of this steam bath, don't blame me if we're in diapers. This steam is enough to make anything shrink," Daniel commented, already feeling a definite tightness in his pants.
Then, pulling at his shirt that had begun to cling to his chest, he regarded Darren with a raised eyebrow.
"What do you gotta get...apart from the hell out of this steam bath?" He asked him as he once more pulled his shirt forward.

Sweeping his hair back with a simple brush of the hand, he looked at Daniel.
//Maybe it's the steam, but I can't help but notice those pants of his have gotten a wee bit tighter since the last time.//
"I need some black nail polish. Can't go wrong with the black nail polish," he answered, bending over to rummage through his drawers. "And some makeup for you, unless you want to share mine with me." He said, finding a white t-shirt.
'Wonder if he's checking me out?' He asked himself, wanting to look, but finding that he didn't have the guts to.

Daniel gave Darren a dirty look then gave a small growl as he tried to pull the pants from his skin.
"Makeup? What makeup? Who said anything about wearing makeup? I ain't wearing it!!" He said, shaking his head madly, his hair flicking at his face.
Finally he stopped his childish display and was shocked to find Darren bending over in front of him.
'How can I pull that towel off and make it look like an accident?' He asked himself then snickered silently as the evil thoughts ran through his head.
"So what time is this dumb thing anyway?" He asked, once he was able to form words again.

"Sometime at night...so we've got a few hours to fuck...around," Darren said, smiling at his slight slip of words. He straightened up and proceeded to slip on his shirt, wiggling his body so that he went in fairly easy.
The towel slid down, revealing just a teasing view of his ass.
"Damn thing" he swore as the shirt rolled up behind him, causing him to wiggle a bit more, the towel dropping.
"Whoops!"
He quickly picked up the towel and grinned. "Sorry for the full moon, mate." He giggled, wrapping it around his waist once more. Now wasn't that the most inopportune moment for a towel to fall off?
//Hope Daniel didn't think anything of that...//

Daniel stared at Darren's back with wide eyes.
"What the hell do you mean a couple of hours?? You mean to tell me you got me in this damn breathing inhibitor and this damn thing isn't for another couple of hours?!?" He cried.
Suddenly he was rendered speechless as Darren's towel dropped to the floor.
"Errrrr...no problem." He stammered uncomfortably then grinned as the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" He yelled, a little loudly for someone who was in the same room, but he didn't care, he wanted to get the hell out.
He quickly ran out of Darren's room and practically bolted to the front door, thanking whatever stranger stood behind it.
He opened the door and a little fairy and her friend, a ghost he assumed, stood in front of him, holding out their candy bags.
"Trick or treat!" They cried and Daniel smiled.
This is what he liked about Halloween, the excited smiles of the costumed children.
"Hey, Daz, where're the treats?" He yelled out.

'I got your treats right here!' He thought to himself as he slid a pair of jogging pants over his boxer briefs and walked out to the hallway.
"I got 'em!" He replied, running to the kitchen and grabbing an extremely humongous bowl of candy.
"And what do we have here, a fairy...and a ghost?" He raised his eyebrows in question as he neared the front door.
"I've got a bowl of candy bigger than the law should allow...help yourselves," he said, a smile creeping across his face as he bent forward in front of Daniel.
He watched as the children grabbed handfuls of the sweets and said their 'thank you's, running off to the next house.
"You know, Dan...sometimes I miss being a kid." He said, holding the bowl with his hip.

Daniel smiled as he watched Darren with the kids then waved as they ran off.
"Miss being a kid?? Daz, you've never stopped being one!" Daniel exclaimed as he closed the door, snickering at his words then peering at the bowl resting against Darren's hip.
"So...you got any chocolate in there?" He asked, reaching out to poke through the candy.

"I never stopped being a kid??" Darren asked as he watched Daniel poke through the bowl.
"Look at this, a 27-year-old man picking through a bowl of candy..."
Darren shook his head and smiled, holding the bowl out for Dan to get a better look.
"I've got every kind of chocolate there was at the store, plus some. There's Gummi bears, lollies, gumballs..." He stopped to think about what he'd just said.
"...And all that good stuff. You done yet?" He asked, "My hands are getting tired."
'THAT's a first! Since when do your hands get 'tired'?' He asked himself.
"Trick or treat!" Voices were heard yelling, making Daz jump.

Within seconds, Daniel had gathered two handfuls of chocolate, grinning at Darren as he did so.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get more comfortable before I chow down. I don't think I can eat anything in these pants," he said then, leaving Darren with the trick-or-treaters, he headed off to Darren's spare bedroom where he was sleeping during his visit with his friend.
Dumping his loot on the double bed, he moved his hands to his pants and quickly undid the zipper, letting out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding.
'Now the fun bit...' He told himself, dreading the task of pulling these pants off, especially since he felt they'd been fused to his skin by the steam in Darren's room.
After a few seconds he began to grow slightly worried.
'Holy fuck...these ain't comin' off!' He cried silently and began to frantically tug at them.
Soon he was on the floor, knowing that he couldn't ask Darren for any help because the pants were tight enough without underwear so he hadn't bothered with them.
"Why does this always happen to me?" He whined.

Daz let out a small sigh before setting the rather oversized bowl on the stand next to the door and walked into the hall. Never one to miss a noise, he stopped at Daniel's door and listened to grunts and mumbles. He rolled his eyes and opened the door, walking in.
"Ohhh boy! I am SO sorry!" He exclaimed before turning on his heel and walking out again. He closed the door and rested himself on it for a minute, then ran into his room, letting out a laugh.

As soon as his door shut, Daniel stopped moving and just lay on the floor.
'Oh great! He saw me!' He groaned, an unhappy look on his face.
"Darren! Get your ass in here now!!" He then yelled, figuring that he'd seen this much so it wouldn't hurt if he saw the rest.
"Besides, it's his damn fault that I'm in this bloody situation!" He grumbled to himself then he climbed to his feet and walked into the en suite and quickly wrapped a towel around his waist.
"Darren, if you don't get that ass in here now, I'm gonna kick it!" He yelled then walked back into his room, waiting for the arrival of his evil friend.

The sound of Daniel's voice brought Darren back to earth.
"Coming!!!" He said as he scrambled out of his room and right into Daniel. "Mmmph!"
He looked his mate up and down, repeating the process before he stopped at Daniel's eyes. "You called?"
He grinned.

"Yeah...I...uhhh...well...uhhh...I need your...uhhh...help." Daniel told him, his mind reeling at the way Darren's eyes had roamed all over his body.
//If only they were his hands...//
Daniel then started leading the way back into the spare room, making sure the towel was tied securely around his waist.

"You need my help? Usually it's the other way around." Darren said, smiling to himself as he followed Daniel into the room. As they entered the area, Darren stooped in the doorway.
"Now we can do it one of two ways..."
He hoped that Dan took it the way he wanted him to.

"Yeah, I need your help," Daniel grumbled, hating the fact that he couldn't do it himself, "and wipe that damn grin off your face!!"
He then turned around and looked at Darren properly, wondering slightly at the funny expression on his face.
"I can't get the bloody things off!!" He then whined, tugging at the pants, under the towel, to prove his point.
"So, what are the choices?" He then asked.
"We can do this standing up, or laying down..." He answered, walking in the rest of the way. "Which way shall it be, my dear?" He then asked, raising an eyebrow.
'Yes!!! I get to take his pants off! Oh god, I feel faint.' Darren's mind screamed as he walked past Daniel and sat on the bed.
"After this, we go straight to the beauty store and grab me...." He trailed off before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Will you stop looking at me like that! It feels like you're undressing me with your eyes."
How he wished it were true.
"Come on and let's get those pants off of you."

Daniel raised his eyebrows before glaring at Darren.
"I wasn't trying to undress you...I was trying to kill you." He explained before moving towards Darren.
"So, which do you suggest? Lying or standing? I don't really give a shit, I just want these damn things off and don't you dare think that you're gonna get me back in them for the party! I'll just find another costume...even if I have to cut two holes in your sheet and go as a ghost." Daniel told him, a look not to mess with on his face.
'Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?' He thought to himself as he came to a halt in front of the object of his obsessions.

"Well, I like it both ways..." He cut himself off.
//How could I be so careless?//
This wasn't one of his female friends he could shoot off at the mouth with, this was Daniel, the man he obsessed about!
"Oh shit..." He whispered, his cheeks a rosy red as he lowered his head.
"Please don't make me beg you to put them back on...I want our illusion to be perfect..." He said, his eyes still lowered to the floor as he began to slide his fingers up Daniel's legs, stopping at his thighs.
//Damn...is it hot in here...or is it just me?//

"And just what's that supposed to mean?" Daniel asked, raising his eyebrows slightly as his heart beat quickened.
'No, you're jumping to conclusions yet again, Dan.' He told himself then put a sneer on his face.
"You're gonna have to do a hell of a lot more than beg to get me back in these pants. Do you realize just how tight they are?? And what illusion are you trying to create??" Daniel then asked, talking through gritted teeth as he felt Darren's hands on him.
'Oh god! Take me, Darren!" His mind screamed and it took all the control he had to keep it in his head.
"So, I assume we're gonna do this standing up?" He questioned, not wanting the room to go quiet for fear that Darren would hear his erratic breathing.

"No...I'd rather you lie down..." He whispered, his hands still on Daniel's thighs, his grip getting tighter.
How he wanted to just push Daniel to the bed and rape him...but that wouldn't be a good idea...or would it?
"Come on, we don't have much time...I want to get this stuff over with." He rushed, pushing Dan to the bed and standing between his legs, hands on his hips.
'Hmmm...what a compromising position...' He thought, a smile creeping its way to his lips before he had the courage to stop it.

Lying back on the bed, Daniel closed his eyes tightly.
'Oh please! Fuck the pants, just touch me!' He cried in his mind, then opened his eyes and stared at Darren.
"Please...be gentle, it's my first time." He joked, hoping to clear the tension that he could feel around him.
He then shifted around a bit and placed a hand over his groin, holding the towel down in case it should come off with the pants...if they ever came off...

Darren looked into Dan's eyes, the smile on his face spreading. His fingers curled over the waist of the pants, his skin grazing Daniel's own. As he was ready to pull the pants his hardest, he looked at his watch.
"Holy mother of God!!! We're gonna be late!!!!" He screamed, running out of the room and into his own.

Bolting upright, Daniel watched as Darren disappeared from his room.
"God damn! Just when things we're getting interesting," He grumbled before standing up and struggling to do up the fly on his second skin, finding that things were slightly 'hard' down there.
'Whoa! Geezus! Thank god Daz ran when he did!' He thought to himself then took a deep breath and pulled up the zipper.
Then, quickly running a brush through his hair, he grabbed his velvet cape from where it was hanging on the wardrobe's handle and quickly walking out and onto Darren's room, wondering if he was dressed yet or if he was going to get a little show.
"Stop thinking like that! Your pants are tight enough! If you get hard...everyone's gonna know about it!" He told himself then shook his head as he walked into Darren's room, fixing his cape around his shoulders as he did so.
Once he was satisfied with the way it hung, he stuck his false vampire teeth in his mouth then walked up behind Darren and rested them against his throat.
"I vant to suck your blooood..." He whispered.

Darren's body froze, his hands on the button of his yet to be zipped pants. Naked from the waist up, the warmth of Daniel's breath burned into his body. "Daniel!! Don't do that! You scared the shit out of me!" He turned to face the costume-clad man. "Now will you get out of here so I can finish dressing?" He asked, wrapping his fingers around one of Daniel's wrists, pulling it close before letting it drop to his side.

Daniel snickered then gave Darren a quick, playful nip before pulling back and pouting at him, making a comical face as he kept his teeth in.
"Awww...I'm hurt now!! Five seconds ago you're ready to rip my pants off and here you are kicking me out because you want to get dressed. What's with that??" He asked, trying to hide the lust in his eyes, hoping that Darren hadn't seen them move down his body for the barest of seconds, down to his undone pants...
'Looks like he can't fit any underwear on either...' He thought, a small smile creeping onto his face.

"Now, if I'm not mistaken, you're the one who wanted me to take your clothes off..." He replied, stepping closer to Daniel, causing him to back up a few paces. "And as much as I would like to put on a show for you, I must hold back, for I want to surprise you with what I've got...." He added, his lips so close to Daniel's own that one could swear that they were about to lock lips.
"I'll be out in a bit." He said after a long silence and walked off into the bathroom.

Daniel left the room without further argument, his lips tingling from being so close to Darren's...yet so far.
'Tonight is going to kill me,' he told himself then wandered into the lounge, his thoughts racing around Darren's lips.
Suddenly the door bell rang and Daniel was glad for the interruption.
"Trick or treat!" A group of children yelled and he laughed before he grabbed the candy bowl.
Once everyone had taken their helping, they all looked up at him. "Who are you supposed to be, mister?" A little witch asked and Daniel grinned, showing his false teeth to them.
"I am Brent LeFay...and I'm going to suck your blood!!" He yelled and chased the children down the long driveway, laughing as they screamed with excitement and maybe even a little fear.
At the end of the driveway, he waved at them all then spun around, his cape flaring behind him as he began his walk back towards the house.

"Aww, now wasn't that sweet...a vampire out on the prowl?" Darren's voice purred. There he was, clad in his patent leather pants, netted shirt, black boots, and what looked like an addition to his costume. A feathered jacket that hung past his ankles, brushing the floor. As one's eyes went up, his own were once again lined in that same charcoal black eyeliner, his lips a dark shade of pink, and...by God, was his hair black???


~Chapter Two~

Daniel stared wide-eyed at the figure in the doorway.
//Holy sh...did anyone get the number of that truck that just hit me?//
"Darren...you look like a..." He paused slightly as he tried to get his mouth to function properly.
"Uhhh...errr...you ready to go?" He finally asked, giving up on trying to say anything because he knew that he was going to lose it and say exactly what he thought...
//Darren, you are sooooo fuckable right now!//

With a nod of his head, Darren walked back into the house, grabbing his keys and walking out of the door.
"Thanks for the 'compliment', Dan," he said as he walked down the stairs, his hips swaying, behind twitching with each step he took and onto the driveway. "Now stop gawking and get in the car," he added, smiling. "You're looking rather...'dark' tonight." He commented as Daniel seated himself in the passenger side.

Daniel gave Darren a dirty look then had to look away as his friend approached him.
"I'm not 'gawking' thank you very much!!! And what's that dark comment supposed to mean?" Daniel asked as he did up his seatbelt.

"The look fits you...that's all." Darren replied in his defence.
"You should dress like that more often..."
He started the car and backed up, his eyes on Daniel the whole time. "You look better than I do in those pants..." He said after a 5-mile silence.

Sitting in silence, Daniel ran Darren's last words through his head, over and over again.
'It almost sounds as though he's really looked at me.' He thought to himself, a smile forming on his face.
"So, anyway, how many people do you think we're gonna have to explain our costumes to?" He asked at last, breaking the silence.
"I mean, I don't even know what we are and well...you've already told me," he continued, turning his head to take a quick peek at Darren.
//He looks amazing! God I want him...//

"Oooh, good question..." Darren said, pursing his glitter-glossed lips.
"I think about 20 or so people, so there won't be that many people to explain our get-ups to. I hope," he continued, smiling as he brushed a hand through his semi-longish hair. "I knew I should have gelled this mop!" He whines, looking at Daniel.
"What do you think?"

"I think you look just perfect like that," Daniel answered before he could stop himself.
'Oh shit! Did I just say that? Why not just go and ask him to screw you too while you're at it...dickhead!' Daniel berated himself, not daring to look up at Darren, no matter how much he wanted to.
"I mean, you look like the perfect 'bitch' and I'm glad you're mine." He added and almost kicked himself.
//You just wanna dig yourself deeper don't you?//
"So...where is the party again?" Daniel then asked, shaking his head at his attempts at conversation.
//Can anyone say 'tonight's going to be hell'?//

"Why, thank you," Darren answered, laughing, his voice warm and bright. "I'm glad I'm your 'bitch' as well...If I were anyone else's, I dunno how I'd be able to deal with myself." He went before realising what had just been said.
'Fuck, Dazza, could you be any MORE up front about it??' He scolded himself, biting his lower lip in thought.
"Umm, the party's at Jennifer's, last time I checked."
'Why the hell is it so hard to talk to him? You've been mates for over 4 years, you should be able to open your mouth without having to think about whether or not he can see your hard-on!' He screamed mentally, biting his lip a bit harder.
"Whoop! There it is!" He spoke, stopping the car.

Almost sighing with relief, Daniel undid his seatbelt then jumped out of the car.
"So, is my cape on straight?" He asked, posing by the car as Darren moved to join him.

"It's a bit crooked," he said as he fixed the cape's collar, his hands gently brushing against Daniel's collarbone, and up to his neck.
'Being so close to him...yet so far...goddammit, why can't we just skip the party and go back home screw each other's brains out??' He thought, his fingers curling the collar.
'Just a quick feel...that's all I need...God, I'm a pervert!' His mind screamed as he backed away.
"There ya go, all better now," he said as he turned on his heels, jacket flaring and feathers rustling as he walked ahead.

"Thanks!" Daniel said, his skin burning from Darren's touch.
'Oh god! I have to touch him!' his mind cried and for the first time that night, he obeyed.
"Hey! Wait up!" He called then jogged up to Darren and placed his arm around his shoulder, a friendly touch but still a touch.
"It wouldn't look good for my 'bitch' to make an entrance without me! And, while we're on that topic, just what is a 'bitch'?" He asked, a confused look on his face.

Once again, laughter as Daniel's arm draped around his shoulders. "Well, a 'bitch' does anything that his or her master wants them to..." Darren started, his voice trailing off into the loud music. 'All right...it's now or never...' He said to himself, placing his hand on Daniel's chest, rubbing it ever so gently. "My God, this music's loud enough to wake the dead!" Darren shouted, his hand slipping to his mate's hip. "We've got to find Jen!" He said, his body responding to the beat that played.

Daniel shivered at the feel of Darren's hand on his chest.
'God! I don't know if I'm going to be able to stay in the same room as you for the next few hours. I want to jump you so bad,' he thought to himself then he became aware of Darren yelling something to him.
He listened hard but the music was too loud so he leant his head closer to Darren's.
"What?" He yelled.

Still moving, Darren turned his head to the side and spoke, his lips brushing against Daniel's ear.
"I said we have to find Jen...and this music is loud enough to wake the dead..."
'I should have finished that sentence off with, loud enough to drown out your screams when I'm fucking you...' His mind raced as his lips rested on Dan's ear.
"I feel the need to dance..." He quickly said, taking a step ahead of Daniel and moving his hips, slipping off his jacket and throwing it to the pile of jackets lying on the couch. His pants shone with brilliance as he moved, the shiny fabric clinging to his thighs.

Watching Darren's body moving in front of him, Daniel found himself fighting against arousal.
'That guy should be illegal!' He thought before he moved to follow Darren, throwing off his cape in the process.
Then, undoing a couple of buttons on his shirt, he moved to stand at Darren's side.
"Aren't we gonna look for Jen first?" He yelled in Darren's ear, his heated breath caressing it.
'God, let me kiss you!' He thought before standing back and looking at Darren's face, waiting for his reply.

Slowing down to look at Daniel, Darren smiled and grabbed his hand.
"You're right, let's go..." He said, pulling Daniel behind him. The two of them sifted through the crowd of partiers, bodies rubbing against one another, the heat rising into the air, causing a faint shimmer of perspiration to appear on Darren's skin.
"You see her??" He asked, stopping, Daniel colliding into him.

Colliding with Darren, Daniel let his instincts take over and he grabbed Darren's hips and pulled him back up against his body, steadying them both and allowing balance to be gained once more.
"Sorry!" He apologized, his hands still on Darren's waist.
'I don't want to let go. Please don't make me let go!' He cried silently but he knew he had to.
Letting go, he made quick work of scanning the room, his height working well for him.
"Nup. Don't see her in here. She could be out the back...or another room," he said at last, shrugging his shoulders then looking at Darren to see what he wanted to do.

Feeling Daniel's body flush against his own sent tingles down Darren's legs and stopping at the most awkward place. "Umm...we could always look for her later." He shouted, his eyes scanning the area around the two of them and stopping on Daniel's chest.
'When'd he do that?' He asked himself, staring at the bare skin that lay underneath. "Damn, it's hot in here..." He said, fanning himself, his netted shirt doing nothing for him at the moment. He took a deep breath, his chest expanding with the entrance of oxygen (or lack of). "Let's dance..." Darren burst out, not able to stop himself.
'Ok...THAT was retarded. You're practically making yourself look easy! Not that that's a bad idea or anything,' he thought, smiling a bit, his eyes roaming up and down Daniel's body.
//Mighty reckless, aren't we, Daz?//

Grinning inwardly, Daniel turned to look at Darren with an expressionless look on his face.
"May as well...it seems that it's the 'in' thing to do here." He replied, images of Darren's body moving against his running madly through his mind.
"Righto, lead the way." He then said, holding out his hand, motioning for Darren to go first.
'Lemme see that ass!' He thought.

Smiling a bit more, he slid his hand into Daniel's, the warmth of it sending yet more shocks through his body.
"Me, lead the way? Whatever you wish, master..." Darren purred, his body moving closer to Daniel's. Raising his arms, he let the music carry him away, Darren's hips gyrating against his partner's. He was lost in the moment, forgetting where he was, but not forgetting whom he was dancing with. The crowd around them emanated energy, which seemed only a candle in the dark, compared to the energy Darren harnessed. Closing his eyes, he moved closer to Daniel, their lips almost touching.
"God...we're this close, might as well do it," he said before pressing his lips to Daniel's in a bruising kiss.
The space around them seemed to fade away as they kissed, Daniel's warm, hard body against Darren's.

Shock was short lived as suddenly Darren and he became the only two people in the room. Nothing else existed outside of Darren's hot lips against his own.
Opening his mouth, he slowly slid his arms around Darren's waist, his fingers burning from the fire he could feel, emanating from his partner's skin.
'So...this is what heaven should be like...' He mused, his mouth moving hungrily against Darren's, dreading the moment that they would have to separate.

Finally pulling away, panting heavily from lack of oxygen and pure lust, he stared into Daniel's eyes before looking around. "How long have we been here?" He asked, his eyes falling on Dan's once more.
'Screw looking for Jennifer, lets just go the hell home and hop into the bed so we can have a party of our own!' Darren thought, so hard that he could have sworn he actually said it aloud. A touch broke his concentration.
"And just what are you two supposed to be?" A voice asked Darren whipped around, staring right at Jennifer, who was donned in a red leotard, complete with horns and a tail.
"What are we supp---Umm, you mean our costumes? Umm..." was all that Darren could manage to get out. During that almost 'too-hot-to-handle' kiss, he had forgotten his purpose for wearing his costume!
"Male whore," he blurted out.
'Stupidstupidstupid!!!!' He screamed in his mind, his hand gripping the side of his head.
"Sorry, that was last year," he corrected himself, obviously embarrassed at voicing his thoughts.

During this small conversation between Jennifer and Darren, Daniel found his heart racing.
'Holy shit! Did she see anything? God I wish I could read her mind...' He thought before his mind suddenly flashed back to the kiss.
He wondered if it'd meant as much to Darren as it had to him. Did he feel anything as they kissed?
Before long he was aching to just get out of there. He suddenly felt crowded, bodies slamming against him from all sides.
"I gotta get out," he yelled in Darren's ear, his voice straining over the music.
Then he was off, pushing his way past one costumed body after another, not really seeing where he was going and not really caring. He just wanted to get out.


~Chapter Three~

"Well, Mr. Darian Moore, are you having fun?" Jen asked, placing a hand on Darren's arm. "You even went as far as to put holes in a really expensive looking shirt!" She added, smiling.
"What??" Darren looked down and noticed what looked like scratch marks on his skin underneath the rips.
'Woohoo!!!! He liked it!' Darren's mind shouted.
"Fuck..."
"Daniel walked off, where'd he go?" Jen asked, tiptoeing to get a good look.
//Most likely to the loo, where I'm supposed to be, I've got a bulge the size of a volleyball in my pants, and if I stay any longer, I'll be royally embarrassed...//
"I dunno, but I have to get going, early day tomorrow." He shouted, rocking back and forth, trying to hide his anticipation for the forthcoming events.
"Aww, you just got here!" She pouted, giving him puppy dog eyes.
//With pants this tight, you'd want to go too!//
He forced himself to stand straight as he began to walk off.
'Please...let no one rub against me.' He thought, his face wearing the expression of a deer caught in the headlights. Just as he was home free, he ran full on into a body.
//Oh shit...//
Then he realized who it was.
"Daniel!"

Spinning around quickly, Daniel was surprised to find himself staring into two amazing sapphire eyes.
"Darren..." He whispered softly, the name rolling smoothly off his tongue.
The object of his desire was standing before him yet all he could think of was how badly he wanted to get out of there. The heat of the room was stifling, stealing what little breath he had from his body.
"I have to get out!" He yelled at Darren then spun on his heels and pushed his way to the door.

Before Darren could utter a word, he found himself trotting after Daniel like a puppy at its mother's heels. He then gained control of the situation and grabbed Daniel's hand, rushing to the door.
"Last one to the car's on the bottom," he giggled, still pulling his mate towards the door. Once they made it, Darren made a mad dash for the car, fumbling in his pockets for the keys...about the only thing that would fit into a pair of nut-huggers...
"Oh damn, they're stuck!" He cried, wrestling with the keys, allowing Daniel to reach the car first. Twisting and turning, he grabbed at the keys, the pants rubbing against his already aroused body, forcing out a sensuous, yet irritated moan.
"Damn things!" He whined before standing there, keys hanging out of his pants.

Watching Darren, Daniel became more aroused and before he could stop himself, he had Darren slammed up against the car, his mouth hungrily devouring the dark angel's.
He knew this wasn't the time, nor the place but he couldn't help it. He needed to feel Darren's lips once more, he needed to feel his body flush up against his.

Trying to speak underneath Daniel's passionate kisses, Darren gave up the fight and melted into his companion, their lips skimming one another's, tongues mating, moans exchanged.
"Mmpph...Daniel...I have to get the...mmm keys!" He managed to say, shaking his hips so that the heavy chains rattled. Taking Daniel's lips into his once more, he pulled away, wrestling with the keys once more.
'God, I've REALLY got to get out of these pants!' His mind cried, the tightness increasing by the second.
"I feel like I'm going to come in my pants right now!!!" He screamed, bouncing into the car when he got the keys situated and the doors opened. "Come on Daniel!" He rushed him, waving a hand in front of him. They must have looked like two drunken fools, one bouncing around in a black Mercedes, and another scrambling to the passenger side, hopping because the door was still locked.

Finally the door was unlocked and he quickly slid in, his hands reaching out for Darren, bringing his face in for another heart stopping kiss.
'I can't believe I'm doing this! I'm acting like a schoolboy about to get lucky for the first time.' He thought to himself, his hands slowly travelling over Darren's body.

"No...Jonesy...let's wait til we get home..." Darren whispered, his lips still against Daniel's as he stuck the keys in the ignition, started up the car, and peeled out. "These fucking pants are KILLING me!" He suddenly screamed, lowering a hand down to the button and fly of the all too tight slacks.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck!!' He cursed, his fingers slipping from the only release he had at the moment. He threw his head back in frustration, letting out a guttural moan, his lips full and bruised red from the previous lip locks.
'Alright, Darren, calm yourself. It's not like you have never had sex before...' He tried to comfort himself.
'But hell, this is sex with DANIEL!!' He screamed mentally, bouncing in his seat as he waited for the light to go green.

Trying to control himself, Daniel felt his eyes being drawn to the seat of Darren's anguish.
'Touch him...you know you want to.' His mind said as he slid closer to Darren, his hand sliding down his chest and to his arousal.
//I can't believe I'm doing this!//
He slowly began to rub Darren, his hands sliding easily over the smooth material, his fingers feeling Darren's heat.
"I can't wait until we get home..." Daniel whined softly as his lips slid across the other man's throat.

Daniel's touch was like white-hot daggers piercing his soul...and the fact that he was fully aroused didn't help either.
"Daniellllll!" He whined, a sex kitten caught in a bind.
"I'm about to come...I can feel it!" He whispered, his voice rough and grating as they pulled into the driveway of Darren's home. He stopped the car, pulling the keys out of the ignition and bolted to the door, his body against the door. "Ten bucks says I'll take scissors to these damn pants when we get inside!" He said, opening the door and running to the kitchen.

Before Darren could move any further, Daniel pulled him to him, kissing him as his hands roamed freely over his aroused body.
"You feel so good..." He whispered, pushing Darren up against the kitchen table.

Pushing Daniel away, he giggled and rushed to the sink, pulling the sprayer out of its resting place and turning on the taps, spraying his body with cold water...which quickly warmed up as it ran down the front of his pants, soaking his barely there shirt. He ran a hand down his body, teasingly caressing his thighs, running his fingers over the definite bulge, sliding his hand back up to his chest, over his nipples, and to his hair. Now, standing in not only tight pants, he was wet, his skin flushed a rosy pink from the heat of the night, passion adding to that. He unbuttoned his pants, the water beading up and rolling down, filling his bellybutton before rolling down into the pants.
"Daniel...I want you right now..."

"Shit Darren..." Daniel groaned, his body arching towards Darren's, his hands seeking to pull him closer.
"Take me," he then whispered, his breath coming harsh as passion ran through his veins.
'Please Darren...' His mind cried as he felt Darren's hand gently slide into his pants, caressing his painful erection, making him jerk his hips with need.

Teasing Daniel with expert hands, he placed his lips against his burning skin, leaving passion marks in his wake.
Bodies rubbing against one another, the friction making it almost unbearable, Darren finally pulled away, grabbing a pair of scissors lying on the counter.
Kneeling down, he carefully inserted the scissors into the waistband of Daniel's pants, closing them and dragging them down.
"Mmm..." A moan escaped Darren's slightly parted lips as he rested them against a bare thigh, his tongue leaving a hot path on his flesh.

The sensation of the cool metal sliding against his skin was an amazing sensation but it faded as Darren's lips and tongue replaced it.
"Ohhhhhh..." He moaned then he gently began to guide Darren's head up, urging his tongue to touch his arousal.
'God, Darren, please...' his mind cried as his eyes shut, his breath coming faster with anticipation.
This was all a new experience to him but he felt that it was so right.

Cold metal sliding against hot flesh once more, the leather bindings were finally dropped as Darren stood up, turning Daniel to face the counter. "Looks like the roles of the 'bitch' and the 'master' have been reversed," Darren hissed, his breath hot against Daniel's neck. He rubbed his arousal against his backside, the slick fabric warm and wet. He placed kisses down the small of Daniel's back, licking and biting, his finger sliding between his cheeks, finding his virgin opening.

As he felt Darren's finger gently against his opening, he felt his body tense, the realization of what was happening, hitting him.
But he wanted this so bad and he knew Darren wanted it too.
"Yes...make me your bitch," he whispered through gritted teeth, his back arching against Darren's mouth.
Then, moaning, he shoved himself back against Darren's hand and felt a mixture of pleasure and pain as one of Darren's fingers slid inside.

Darren teased his opening, letting his fingers caress the soft inner flesh. He stood up and unzipped his pants, releasing his arousal and rubbing it against Daniel's willing form. Pressing his body against the hard flesh in front of him, he let out a low moan, excitement alone almost pushing him over the brink.
"Now I want you to be a good bitch and scream for me," Darren whispered, rubbing the tip of his cock over Daniel's opening, precome making it slick. "I want you to scream loud!" He yelled, forcing himself into Daniel, his body tensing. "Scream for me," he chanted as his pace quickened. Reaching a hand in front of him, he wrapped his fingers around Daniel's throbbing member, pumping it gently. He let out a loud moan, his free hand on Daniel's hip, guiding his body.
"God..."He whispered, biting his bottom lip in pleasure.

Daniel cried out at the new sensation of having Darren buried deep inside him, filling him entirely.
"Oh fuck!" He cried, his hips slamming back against Darren's, drawing him deep.
Never had he felt so amazing. Being filled by Darren and having his own hardness caressed by expert hands was like a drug to him. His mind became hazy as his passion and pleasure raced through his veins, igniting them with fire.
"Please Darren..." He whimpered, begging Darren to take him harder, knowing that it wouldn't be long before he was screaming Darren's name. Obeying his commands.

Thrusting into him, he could control himself no longer.
The animal in him had broken through, blurring his thoughts, heightening his senses as he pounded into Daniel, his fingers biting into the soft flesh above his hip. Trailing his hand to Daniel's hair, he entwined his fingers into it, pulling back roughly as he violated him. "Shit..." He groaned, his hips grinding against Daniel's. He pumped in time with his own movements, his fingers working Daniel's staff, jerking him and raping him simultaneously. But it wasn't rape, was it?
Not if one of the partners was willing.

The raw passion in the air was intoxicating as Daniel ground his hips back against Darren, taking him harder.
The pleasure Darren was bringing him was almost too hot to handle but he wanted it. He wanted it all. He wanted Darren to ride him so hard that his screams would be heard throughout the neighbourhood.
He could feel himself getting closer, his fingernails digging painfully into the counter, leaving big welts in the finish.
"Harder...harder dammit!" He yelled, wanting to scream, knowing that it wouldn't be long.

He rode Daniel so hard that it hurt him to go any faster, but he didn't care, he had him where he wanted him...bent over the counter and moaning loudly. Pushing himself so deep, so hard, he felt as though he would give any moment. His fingers still wrapped in Daniel's hair, he pulled harder, forcing a low grunt from his mate. "Scream LOUD, damn you!" Darren hissed through his teeth, pumping Daniel's organ harder, faster as he neared his climax.
//God, I don't think I can take any more...//
His body ached from the exertion, sweat making his, and the body in front of him, glisten.

Finally he could control himself no longer as he felt a white hot heat shoot through his body.
"Holy fuck!!" He screamed, so loud that his ears began to ring, and with his submission to Darren, he felt his world explode, his passion shooting from him.

And with Daniel's orgasm, came his own. Darren felt the warmth of his essence fill his lover and surround him.
His body jerked with the force of the climax, letting loose a scream of intense pleasure like he had never felt before. Too shaken up for words, Darren let his body slide from the warmth of Daniel's and fall to the floor.
"My God!!!" was all he managed to utter as he closed his eyes, his erection still throbbing.

Daniel remained standing for a few more seconds before the amount of energy, he'd just expended, took it's toll on him and he lowered himself next to Darren, his head resting on his chest, listening to his heart beat.
"Wow..." was all he could say, his throat slightly painful from his scream.
'I never knew real passion...until now...' He thought, his hand finding its way up and under Darren's mesh shirt.
"Was this all real?" He whispered, almost afraid of the answer.

"100%...All natural...Genuine..." Darren smiled, looking into his lover's eyes, caressing his cheek with a shaky hand. "I've wanted this for so long, but never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed that it would happen the way it did..." His voice trailed off as he leaned in to kiss Daniel heatedly.

Daniel sighed into the kiss as he moved to sit in Darren's lap, his hands roaming the man's still aroused body.
"I never guessed that it would happen full stop." He whispered into Darren's mouth before moving to play with his tongue, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it.


~Chapter Four~

Darren let out a small giggle before giving into Daniel's sweet kisses. "I'm glad it did happen. I don't think that I could have held out for any longer..." He replied, leaning into his lover once more.

Daniel giggled then took Darren's lips in another heated kiss, not wanting to lose the feeling of the moment.
As he kissed him, Daniel slowly began to move around and within seconds, he was gently laying Darren on the kitchen floor.
Pulling back, he looked down at his dark lover and couldn't contain a giggle.

"And what are YOU laughing at?" Darren asked, unable to suppress a smile and a giggle.
"You are the damndest person, Daniel Jones!" He exclaimed, wriggling around.
"Here I am, all hot, wet, and bothered, and you're laughing at me! You are sooo not fair!" He whined, licking his lips, then placing a finger into his mouth, gently sucking on it.
"So, are you gonna sit there and giggle, or are you gonna do something about this compromising situation we're in?"

Daniel sat there for a few seconds, watching as Darren sucked on his finger, confused at the arousal he felt from seeing this, then suddenly realised that he'd been asked a question.
"Don't you think that this situation we're in is kinda funny? I mean, here we are, two grown men, screwing like bunnies on the kitchen floor," Daniel said, another giggle breaking out.

Realizing that Daniel had a point, Darren drew his eyebrows in, still sucking on his finger.
"I like it that we're screwing like bunnies..." He answered, continuing to suck on his finger once more.
"Yeah, I like it...a lot. The bed would have been better, but the floor had to do."

Daniel chuckled.
"I don't think we could've made it to the bedroom even if we'd tried." He said, one of his mischievous smiles spreading across his face.
"I just couldn't wait to touch this beautiful body of yours," he then added before slowly lowering his head and pressing a kiss against Darren's chest.

"God Jonesy...just fuck me senseless..." He whispered, unbuttoning his shirt and, in frustration, nearly ripping it off. The patent leather glistened as Darren moved his legs, thighs rubbing together, adding to the heat that was already there. His hands ran over his and Daniel's bodies, fingers finding erect nipples and giving them a tiny squeeze then sliding down to the private area between his sweethearts legs. Hair slick with perspiration and water, he swiped it out of the way as he sat up as best as he could, taking Daniel's lips in a heated kiss.

"As you wish," Daniel whispered against Darren's lips, his hands moving down to the waistband of Darren's pants, tugging at them gently.
"But, I think you're going to have to help me." He then said, sitting back and tugging a bit harder on his pants.

'What a position to be in!' Daz thought to himself as he looked at Daniel's hands on the waistband of his pants.
"Ok, on the count of three, I'll wiggle, and you pull." He said, moving his hips.
But his body didn't let him get that far. He started to wiggle madly, his eyes closed tightly. "Damn these pants!" He strained, placing his hands on top of Dan's as they both tugged at the material.

Suddenly Daniel burst out laughing.
"This is so not happening!" He exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief.
"This has got to be a dream...I mean, here I am, lying on your kitchen floor...with you...and we can't get your bloody pants off!!"
Finally he couldn't hang on any longer and he fell back against the cupboards.

With a look of desperation, Daz sat up and looked around for the scissors.
'Where are the damn things when you need them??' He asked himself as his eyes scanned the area. Once he caught sight of them, he lunged up, reaching over Daniel and grabbing them.
"Ah-HA!" He laughed as he slid the blade into the side of the pants.
"Here goes nothing!" He said before sliding the scissors down, revealing white skin.

As Darren began moving the scissors down his pants, revealing more flesh with each second, Daniel became serious once more.
Sitting up, he started to caress the skin that Darren was slowly uncovering, his hands wanting to touch everything.
Finally Darren finished the job and Daniel pulled away the destroyed pants, baring Darren's arousal fully.
"I've gotta taste you, Daz." He mumbled then he slowly began to lean down, his mouth seeming to water.

Letting a gasp slip past his lips, he nodded, signalling to Daniel that he was willing. "Please..."He whispered, his hips bucking in anticipation.

Daniel smiled at Darren's eagerness.
'He really wants this...' He thought before he took the final step and gently licked at Darren's slit, enjoying the reactions he was causing in Darren.
Licking again, he tasted Darren's precome, causing him to smile even more.
//Am I really doing this??//
Sitting back, he looked at Darren.
"What do you want me to do, Darren?" He asked, "I want you to tell me"

The pleasure from Daniel's teasing was over as quickly as it had started. His eyes shot open to find Daniel sitting up.
'He wants me to what?!?!?' His mind screamed.
"I want it all Jonesy..." He replied, rising to his knees and placing kisses on his lover's neck and heaving chest.
"Just give it all to me..." He continued, making his way back up to Dan's lips.

Daniel laughed huskily.
"Now, now, Daz...I need a better answer than that." He whispered, then drew Darren's tongue into his mouth, sucking on it as his hands began to roam over his angel's body, sliding over the mesh shirt before swiftly removing it.
"That's better...you were looking a little overdressed." Daniel said, letting his eyes roam over Darren's aroused and naked body before lunging in to resume his passionate kiss.
As he kissed him, he once again began to lay Darren down on the kitchen floor, moving to straddle him, rubbing his own arousal against Darren's.
"So...what do you want me to do?" He asked again as his lips moved to Darren's throat, nipping at the heated flesh.

"Oh, fuck me..." Darren whimpered, his body already responding to the feel of Daniel's arousal on his skin.
"I want everything...everything you have to give me," he answered, biting his bottom lip. "Make me hurt. Fuck me senseless, suck me dry...ANYTHING, just do it!" He whined, his hands caressing Daniel's back as he wrapped his legs around his waist.

"I'm only one man..." Daniel chuckled, rubbing his arousal against Darren's once more, coating it in Darren's precome.
"But I'll see what I can do..." He then whispered as his fingers found their way to Darren's hole, pushing gently to gain entry.
Slowly they slid in and he began to move them around, caressing Darren's inner skin, bringing moan after moan from his parted lips.
He then manoeuvred his body around until he was able to lick at Darren's painfully erect shaft as he continued to finger him, stretching him, getting him ready for penetration.
Licking slowly, he moved a hand to Darren's hips, trying to hold them as they bucked against his mouth.
"This time it's gonna be slow," he explained to Darren before returning his mouth to his lover's cock, licking at it once more before moving to take him inside.

'Slow?! What's that?!?' Darren yelled mentally as he felt Daniel's warm mouth envelope him. He thought back to the last time he had been given a blow job...more like, struggled to think back as he tried to calm himself down.
"All right...slow..." He whispered, running trembling fingers through his own hair. He winced at the slight pain his partners fingers produced, moving uncomfortably as his opening was stretched.
"Mmm..." He moaned as the pain slowly turned to pleasure.
Looking, up, Daniel watched Darren's face as he fought against the passion, knowing that he wanted to just shove himself into his mouth.
Smiling at the control he held over Darren, he then took his hardness deeper into his mouth, his tongue playing with the slit, lapping up more of Darren's juices.
"Tell me when you're close, Daz." He said quietly after pulling his head up, sucking in his cheeks and scraping his teeth against Darren's shaft.
"You have got to tell me when you're close," he continued before sliding Darren into his mouth once more, pushing another finger into his hole.

Crying out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, Darren grabbed a hold of Daniel, his fingers biting into the flesh below his shoulders.
"God Daniel, I'm...I'm..." He struggled to speak, but the oncoming climax wouldn't let him.
"Dannnielll, oh fuck...I'm gonna co-commme!" He burst out, his hips bucking madly.

Quickly Daniel sat back, taking his warmth with him.
"No you're not! Not until I say you can," he told Darren, an evil look on his face.
"Not until I'm good and ready for you to..." He added, licking his lips as his hands slowly trailed down his heated skin, seeking his erection.
He was going to make them both want their release badly...but he was gonna make Darren want it more.
Glancing at Darren's face, he made sure his amazing sapphire eyes were on his, before closing his eyes.
Then, very slowly, he began to caress himself, biting his lip as he imagined Darren watching him.

Watching with wide eyes as Daniel touched himself, he placed his hands on either side of his mate's hips, rubbing softly.
//My God...he's teasing me...and I like it! I REALLY like it!//
Darren smiled at the thought as his need to come slowly faded. He was too wrapped up in watching Daniel that he almost forgot about it.
"Damn." He mouthed, his eyes running up and down the length of Daniel's flushed body.
"This is amazing!!" He cried, a smile spreading across his face before he bit his bottom lip once more as his arousal reminded him of the position he was in.

Daniel could sense that Darren was slowly coming down so he knew it was his turn to raise him up again.
Still caressing himself, he ran his fingers over his slit, taking the fluid there and rubbing it over his hardness. Then, with his other hand, he wiped at Darren's juices then began to rub them around Darren's hole, before sliding his fingers inside once more, lubricating him.
"Do you want me?" He asked, his voice shaking slightly, the only real sign of how his actions were really affecting him.

Looking into ocean blue eyes, he gave his reply.
"God yessss..." He hissed, licking his lips as his eyebrows drew themselves in.