A/N: Here it is, the chapter you've all been waiting for-the mating! Almost 1000 words of pure, smutty goodness! Hope it was worth the wait!
Steve surged forward and crushed his lips against Danny's, propelling the smaller man back onto the couch and following him down. The vampire licked hungrily at his lover's—soon to be mate's—lips until they opened willingly. Steve's tongue delved deeply into Danny's mouth. The werewolf's fangs had already dropped, and Steve ran his tongue along them, enjoying the pinprick of pain. Steve withdrew, nipping at Danny's lower lip, drawing beads of blood the vampire eagerly lapped up, savoring the tang. The taste fueled Steve's fire to drink more of Danny's blood, to swallow it down as it flowed freely from Steve's bite. Steve moved from Danny's lips and began kissing down his jaw, moving inexorably towards the place where he would soon make his mark.
Steve's attention was so focused on the pale, elongated column of Danny's neck that he didn't hear the werewolf speaking to him until Danny pushed forcefully at Steve's chest, ripping his lips from Danny's neck. Good thing he wasn't biting, Steve thought; that would be a real mess, although the thought of rivulets of blood running down Danny's neck just increased his longing to take his would-be mate.
"Wait," Danny said.
Steve was confused. "But I thought this was what you wanted."
"I do," Danny assured him, "but I don't want you to take me here like some Neanderthal. I want a bed."
Steve could get behind that. He stood up and scooped Danny into a bridal carry, ignoring the other man's protests about his caveman behavior and how he wasn't some frail girl to be manhandled. Steve carried Danny into the bedroom and threw him on the bed. Yes, that was much better, but Danny was wearing way too many clothes. Steve yanked at Danny's tie, pulling it off before attacking the blond's shirt. Trying to undo the buttons proved beyond his fumbling, eager fingers, so Steve ripped the shirt off, buttons flying.
"Hey, that was my best dress shirt," Danny protested.
"Don't care," Steve growled.
He went to attack Danny's dress pants in a similar manner, but the shorter man fended him off. "Worry about your own clothes."
Yes, good idea, what was left of the rational part of Steve's mind agreed. He pulled his shirt over his head, getting his arms tangled in the sleeves and ripping it off in frustration. Unlike Danny, Steve didn't care that his shirt was ruined; he could get another. All that mattered was getting Danny naked underneath him so they could finally mate.
Steve's pants proved similarly problematic. In his haste to get them off, he overbalanced and fell on top of a now-naked Danny. Steve could work with that. He kicked his pants and underwear off the rest of the way and crawled up Danny's body, once again capturing his lover's lips in a fierce kiss. Steve pressed down onto the man beneath him, relishing the feel of skin against skin, cocks sliding together with delicious friction. Steve reached his hand out, flapping it ineffectually in the air. He pulled his lips away from Danny's long enough to gasp "lube" before diving back in.
Danny fumbled on the nightstand until his hand closed on the lube. Steve snatched it from him. The vampire poured a generous amount on his hand and reached behind Danny until he found the other man's hole. Danny gasped as Steve traced his finger around it, enjoying the feel of the tight pucker, anticipating how it would feel, first around his finger, then around his cock. Steve pushed the digit in slowly, thrusting in and out a few times before adding a second. He scissored his fingers, stretching Danny as the blond writhed beneath him. Steve inserted a third finger, burying all three up to the second knuckle. He crooked his fingers, finding Danny's prostate and causing Danny to cry out.
"I'm ready, Steve!"
Steve withdrew his fingers, causing Danny to whimper at the loss. The whimper was soon replaced by a moan of pleasure as Steve pressed the head of his cock into Danny's hole. As the vampire pressed in, his cock was engulfed by the tight heat, drawing him in until he and Danny were joined intimately. As Steve began to thrust, he pressed his lips to Danny's once more, then kissed down the werewolf's jaw to the hickey adorning his neck. Steve's thrusts sped up as his tongue circled the mark. He reached his hand between them and grasped Danny's cock, stroking in time to his thrusts. Steve's world narrowed down to just him and Danny, skin slapping, hearts thumping in time to each other, heat coiling deep in Steve's belly. He could feel Danny tense beneath him and knew his lover—almost his mate—was close. Steve's fangs scraped along Danny's jugular before clamping down, piercing the skin and releasing a flow of sweet, hot blood. Danny came with a purely animal howl and bit down hard on the juncture between Steve's neck and shoulder just as the first spurt of blood hit Steve's tongue, causing Steve to follow his lover—no, his mate—over the edge.
Energy crackled between them, almost tangible as it surrounded them wrapping them in their own little bubble apart from the rest of their world. Their bodies and their emotions mingled until they couldn't tell whose thoughts and whose body was whose. They moaned together, riding their high until it ebbed, the collapsing on the bed in a tangle of limbs. Danny buried his nose in Steve's shoulder, lapping at the already closing wound. Steve lay there, boneless, sure he'd be panting with exertion if he breathed. He wrapped his arms tightly around the man he was holding, the man who was now his, forever. Finally.