Disclaimer- Pendergast belongs to Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. However, Halo Spencer belongs to me and he will eventually be in my Harry Potter fic "The Prince of Flame", which I'm still sort of working on… Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Halo's eyes looked up into mine like burning suns as I kissed him. Pushing my tongue past his still lips, I was elated when he finally responded to my kiss, sliding his arms around my shoulders. Our bodies were pressed together in a line, him kneeling while I stood against the edge of the bed. I finally moved my hands from the gentle caressing of his jaw and let them slide down the sides of his neck to just under his shoulder blades, I used their position to pull him more off balance, so that the only thing keeping him from crashing to the floor was my chest.

I ended the kiss, taking hold of his upper arms as I pushed him back. His pupils had widened, there was a flush creeping up his neck and I could feel every breath he took.

"Are you alright Halo?" I asked, taking a moment to get used to speaking his name aloud.

He nodded, his hair falling into his face with the movement and he absently brushed it away.

I licked my lips, my only nervous habit. I wanted him and that hadn't been my intention. I had intended to go into this with only physical feeling, but I was missing Helen so much more now that I was aroused. I was remembering every time we had made love, the emotions and trust that had passed between us. I hadn't expected those feelings to suddenly come back to me, but I wanted Halo. Not just for sex, but I wanted to fall asleep with him in my arms, my face in his hair like I had with Helen. It was too late to stop what I was feeling now, too late to turn the arousal off because it had just been so long for me. After nearly six years of habitual sex with Helen and then going to not even touching myself in the past half year, I was too turned on and I…wanted this too much to stop now.

I knew how I felt, but I needed to know how Halo was feeling. I could feel his arousal against my thigh, but I wouldn't let this be a meaningless coupling between us. I didn't necessarily want a long-time lover, but it still had to mean something.

I licked my lips again, watched his eyes follow the movement. "Do you feel forced to continue Halo?"

He shook his head.

"Do you want me to stop?"

He gave another shake of his head.

"Is this what you want?" My hand slid between us, stopping at his hip.

He nodded urgently.

"Say it. Say you want me." I had to hear it from him, even though, at this point, I wasn't sure I could stop.

"I want you." He said desperately. "Fuck me."

I took a deep breath as I felt my blood rush to my groin.

….

Pendergast laid Halo back on his bed, holding himself up on his arms while he kissed Halo again. Pendergast's hands were moving along his chest, searching for his nipples, but when he found them through the shirt, something didn't feel right. One of them was shaped wrong and… harder than it should be. He pulled back a little and pushed up the younger man's shirt.

Halo grinned as Pendergast raised his eyebrow. "Your nipple is pierced?" He asked.

Halo laughed, pulling the shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor. "Yeah," He said. "Do you like it?"

"It's… different." His hands traced the thick metal bar in his left nipple.

"You can pull on it y'know. It doesn't hurt as much as it did when I first got it pierced; actually, it feels sort of good."

"Why did you pierce it?" Pendergast gave the ring an experimental tug and Halo shifted underneath him in pleasure.

"Because my grandmother said I couldn't." Halo told him.

"Oh," Halo's skin was very warm, soft and lightly tanned, almost like it was the color of honey. Just the way Pendergast liked it.

"We're not stopping, are we?"

This time Pendergast grinned. "Of course not…" He said and turned Halo onto his stomach.

"Hey!" Halo yelped. "I haven't even gotten to touch you yet…"

Pendergast started dragging his teeth along the nape of his neck, hands holding down on his wrists. Halo shifted his hips back, pressing into Pendergast as much as the older man would allow, which actually wasn't a lot. He was waiting for the feel of Pendergast's pajamas against his bare skin, but the other man was kneeing over him so that all he could feel was his knees at either hip. He again tried to arch backwards and only Pendergast's hand at the center of his back held him in place.

"Where else are you pierced?" Pendergast asked.

"Just my ears, at the top, in the cartilage."

Halo felt Pendergast push his hair away from the side of his face, and then his tongue worked its way around the piercing at the top of his ear. His breath escaped him in a sigh as Pendergast licked him, sending shivers down his spine and heat to his groin. He tried to shift back once again and Pendergast finally let him. He pushed his butt back into the other man's hips; ground their bodies together as best he could in his current position.

Pendergast spoke with his lips still on Halo's ear. "I thought maybe you had a Prince Albert…"

Halo laughed heartily. "God no, I like a little pain but I'm not a masochist." He chuckled. "Why? Do you?"

This time Pendergast chuckled and Halo felt the vibration though his back and in his groin, making him harder. "I don't have anything pierced, or tattoos or anything of that nature."

"That nature?" Halo echoed.

"Body art,"

"Oh, maybe you should let me see. Y'know, just to be sure…"

He felt Pendergast's weight lifted off him and then the bed indent at his side and he looked up. Pendergast lay beside him, arms behind his head as he looked invitingly at Halo.

….

"Oh, maybe you should let me see." Halo said. "Y'know, just to bee sure…"

He was on his knees, butt pressed back into my hips, but too high on my body to feel my growing erection. I rolled to the side of him, lying on my back with my hands behind my head. I was stretched out completely, watching him look at my long body. I knew he was undressing me with his eyes and I was just waiting for him to undress me with his hands.

Halo looked down at me, his eyes seeming to glow like suns again and I heated suddenly. He crawled over to me, exotic eyes widening and he touched my chest. His hands slid up my front, stopping at my throat and we kissed again. His hands moved down my body and I saw a pale light emanating from his palms. He passed his hands down my front, not touching me but suddenly the buttons opened and the shirt fell open to my sides, exposing my chest.

It was the first example I'd had of his magic, the first one I had seen anyway. It was my proof that he was indeed gifted. Halo stopped at the waistband of my pants, I moved my hips a little, wanting him to take the pants off me as he had my shirt, which now lay on the floor.

"No piercings, tattoos or anything even vaguely classified as body art." He murmured absently.

"You sound almost disappointed," I said, his hands were warm on my sides and I abruptly realized we were both nude from the waist up. Except I still wore the phoenix pendent my mother had given me.

He shrugged. "A little, I guess. I just wanted something to play with…"

"What?" I asked. "Isn't my dick enough to play with?"

"Oh, don't say 'dick'," He laughed at me. "Vulgar langue is so not your thing."

I agreed with him on that, I had never been good with vulgar langue; it always felt so weird to swear. But I felt playful and I didn't know if it was his magic or if it was just me. "I can say dick if I want," I told him.

He kissed me. "No you can't, it sounds so goofy."

"You sound goofy," I retorted and he gave a snort of laughter.

Halo kissed me suddenly hands holding my shoulders down as he pushed his tongue past my lips. The kiss was so forceful that our teeth hit a few times and it was more like we were trying to eat each other rather than kiss. Finally, we both relented and the kiss became gentle as we stopped trying to gain dominance over each other. It had been…awhile since I'd kissed anyone other than Helen (who I abruptly remembered I'd never kiss again) but Halo had talent in the area. It was a pleasant surprise.