No (real) idea where this is going or for how long but I hope you all like it. Hopefully it might inspire a few of you to write about this couple because COME ON they need it.

Note that season 7 ended without LaGuerta getting killed.

Dexter knitted his brows in concern as he placed his little of blood slide memories on the coffee table. Isaak had seen him kill, seen the bliss on his face. The man had almost caught him doing this twice and in this moment, as Dexter had the urge to touch them again, he decided that he did not want to hide it anymore.

Dexter sat down on the sofa and waited as Isaak said goodnight to Harrison. His son tended to like talking to Isaak before he slept. Jamie said it could be because he was worried about Isaak leaving. So Dex let them have their little chats before bed, it seemed to send his son straight to sleep.

Isaak opened the door, walking backwards out of it as he said, "Goodnight kid."

"Night Zack." A little voice said. The blonde child had started calling Isaak Zack last week and the man had yet to get tired of it.

A smiled pulled at Dexter's lips, "Night Harrison." he called.

"Night daddy." Harrison called back.

Isaak smiled as he shut the door softly, he turned to Dexter, the smile still across his lips but when he spotted the box he blinked and pouted his lips in interest. "What are you doing?"

Dexter looked down to the box and pick it up, "I like to look at it sometimes." he said, "Remember the moment I..."

Isaak hummed, walking over and taking a seat by serial killer. "Would you like to show me?"

Malachite green orbs met steel.

Isaak smiled. He moved back to rest against the armrest, placing a pillow behind his back for comfort. He lifted his leg to lie on the sofa and held out a arm, inviting the younger man in.

Dexter swag his legs onto the sofa and shimmied his back up to Isaak's chest, box held in his protective grip. He just sat there for a second before opening the box.

The younger killer ran his index finger down the slides, his body feeling less tense with each clink of glass, he stiffen a little when Isaak lay his hand on his belly but his eyes fell shut, body relaxing as he felt warm lips on the cool skin of his neck.

"These were collected from all the people you've killed?" he asked against Dexter's skin.

"My first box is in evidence." he said, quickly realising he had not told Isaak about that, he added, "This guy was after me, he got hold of it and Miami Metro thought he was the killer and then he was killed by another before he could tell anyone."

"Oh." Was all Isaak said, feeling that his lover did not want to talk anymore about the matter, "How many were in that box?"

"Forty-eight."

"Wow. There looks to be about forty in here."

"Forty-three."

Isaak smirked and rested his chin on the younger man's shoulder, "Impressive." he said, "So, did you have a serial killer name?"

"The Bay Harbor Butcher." Dexter said, sounding unimpressed.

"Not happy about that I see." Isaak commented, "You'll have to tell me what happened sometime."

"Okay." Dexter said, eyeing the jiggling slides as he ran his finger down them again.

"Is his in there?" Isaak asked, "Viktor?"

Dexter's lips pressed together, his brow low. He forgot about him. "I did not collect from all of them."

Isaak turned his head to glance at the look on Dexter's face, he raised a brow, "You're not jealous of a dead man, are you?

"You said he made your life worth living." Dexter said, voice low but not moving away from the older man.

"As a gay man in Kiev."

Dexter shut and placed the box on the table, he then turned and kissed the other man, deepening the kiss as the Ukrainian pulled his body closer.

Isaak took hold of Dexter's cheeks and pushed him away. Dexter blinked in surprise and just as he started to frown, Isaak kissed his forehead, the tip of his nose and his lips.

"Believe it or not," Isaak said, running the tip of his nose along the man's jaw. "You." he kissed the recently shaven skin, "Harrison." he pulled back to look into the man's green eyes, "Even Astor and Cody. Are my life now."

Dexter looked into the warm eyes and honestly did not know what to say. He was never good at this sort of thing. What was too little? I like you too. Too much? Okay, he could not think of anything near enough, let alone too much... He blinked. He had to say something, before Isaak got impatient and upset, like everyone Dexter had ever cared for in his life.

Isaak slipped an arm around Dexter's waist and kissed his forehead again, before sitting his chin on top Dexter's head.

That was it? Dexter opened his mouth before shutting it again. He had to ask. "That's it?"

"That's it." Isaak confirmed, as he place his spare hand at the back of Dexter's head, running his fingers through the slightly curly hair.

"Okay." Dexter said. He waited for a few seconds but nothing changed, so he shrugged his shoulders and kissed Isaak's collar-bone.

Isaak chuckled. He moved down and met the man in a kiss. This kiss was softer than the other but quickly became more passionate, tongues met and danced together. Isaak shifted his body further up the sofa, Dexter took the hint and moved down under him. Isaak gave the killer a peck to the lips before moving to his neck.

Dexter moved his neck back. He really liked when Isaak did this. Isaak pampered the area over his jugular then he bit down. Dexter gasped which turned into a moan as Isaak slipped his thigh between his legs, pressing against the hardening bulge.

Dexter could not help the shiver that ran up his spine as Isaak dragged his teeth across his neck, his hand tugging the younger man's hair, exposing more of his neck and his thigh thrust and grinded against Dexter's weak spot, which with each thrust the serial killer pushed down to meet eagerly. Just the right mix of light pain and teasing pleasure which had Dexter's sock covered toes curling, his hands gripping the back of the Ukrainian's head, trying to pull him closer... A key turned in the door...

Deb.