Mac stormed through the corridors of the New York crime lab. He'd had enough. This was the last straw. Stopping at the door to the locker room, Mac took in a deep, calming breath. It didn't work. Pushing the door open, hard, Mac's eyes immediately met with the object of his frustration. Danny Messer.
"Mac," Danny whispered. "Listen, I'm sorry about before." Danny was stopped mid apology by the sound of Mac's hands colliding with the wall either side of his head. Taking in a short breath, Danny forced himself to look into Mac's eyes. He wasn't sure what he saw there, and he didn't like the uneasy feeling that came with it.
"Mac?" Danny whispered. Mac's only reply was to pull Danny forward, crushing their lips together forcefully.
He hated it. Hated the way Danny got under his skin so easily. How Danny could effect him with a simply glance, and most of all how willing he was to forgive the younger man when he knew he shouldn't. And yet he couldn't bring himself to wanna stop it. This frustrated him even more. The fact that he loved it. So instead he let it show. He put all the emotion he was forced to conceal into that one kiss. Apparently, Danny was getting the message, because soon he was kissing back and moaning softly. Mac couldn't help but smirk lightly, pulling away to focus his attention on the pulse point in Danny's neck. Danny took in a sharp breath, his lips parting in a silent prayer as Mac bit down, marking him. Claiming him. The smallest of gasps escaped Danny's lips and slowly, Mac pulled away, smirking at the lust and bliss he saw in Danny's half closed eyes.
"The next time you ignore a direct order, you'll be suspended." It took Danny a good few seconds to register that Mac was talking to him, let alone that he was talking shop. Eventually, he nodded.
"I really am sorry, Mac," He said faintly.
"Meet me in my office at the end of shift." Danny's eyes lit up at the lust he saw in Mac's expression as he spoke.
"We can discuss just how sorry you are then. Right now, you've got work to do." Danny nodded slowly, pushing himself up off the wall and walking, rather unsteadily, out of the locker room.
THE END