Tonight the stairs seemed like a chore, each step was heavy and laboured as they leaned against one another seemingly for support. Yet at the same time there seemed too few steps, the last seemed closer than usual and they reached the top too quickly in spite of themselves. The air felt suddenly heavy around them, giving weight to their obvious lack of desire to end this evening, seemingly anchoring them where they stood.

Hal looked down at their still joined hands, their twined fingers and a small smile flitted across his face, vanishing almost as soon as it had appeared, replaced by a pained, frustrated grimace. He tried to find the smile again but it was gone.

"We uhm… We should probably call it a night." He said, quietly. "And go to bed."

"Yeah, prob'ly."He looked up and saw that Tom was watching him with a similarly pained and frustrated expression.

"Our own beds." He added.

"Yeah."

Still neither man moved, their eyes remained locked. Slowly, Hal leaned forward and caught Tom's lips in a kiss so soft it was barely even there at first, then suddenly Hal was pushing him against the wall, pinning him there, attacking his mouth, swallowing every whimper, every sigh, every moan and feeding him his own. When Hal's lips left his Tom whined at the loss, but that whine quickly turned to a pleasured groan when the vampire began to nibble gently at his jaw and neck.

"Hal." He gasped.

"Mmmm?"

"Ya know 'ow ya said we'd both know when the time was right?"

"Mmm hmm."

Tom swallowed thickly.

"It's now… ain't it?"

Hal felt a sudden surge of lust so strong it almost made his knees buckle. He tore his mouth away from the little patch of skin on Tom's collar bone that he'd been laving with his tongue, to look the young wolf in the eye and he said simply…

"Yes."

It wasn't clear which one of them opened the door, or even who's door it was but soon they were tumbling through it, kicking off their shoes as they went, clinging to each other, locked in another kiss, hungrier than any they'd shared before. Some where between it and the bed, they switched positions and Hal was the one stumbling backwards, tugging Tom with him towards the bed. The minute the back of his legs hit the edge he sat down hard, leaning back and pulling Tom on top of him.

The kiss was lost temporarily. Tom sucked in a shaky breath, Hal licked his lips and then their mouths came crashing together once more, teeth bumping, tongues battling briefly for control which Hal happily relinquished because dear God Tom was the best kisser. At first he'd been shy, hesitant, unsure of himself and his lack of experience but he'd been a quick learner and keen to please. He'd listened to each moan, each sigh, each whimper, noting all the nibbles and licks that elicited them. He'd explored every part of Hal's mouth and he knew exactly which spots would make the vampire arch his back when he swiped his tongue across it. He'd eagerly allowed Hal's own explorations, discovering in the process, what felt good to him, his own likes, his own needs and more importantly how to coax Hal into giving him exactly what he wanted. Sometimes it was almost too much for Hal, sometimes his iron willpower would desert him temporarily and leave him wondering just how much longer he could actually wait.

Tonight was different though. Tonight the wait was over.

Reluctantly he broke the kiss, flipping Tom over so he was on his back beneath him and straddling his waist.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered, staring down at the man he was about to make love to.

Tom blushed under his gaze.

"Nah. You're the beautiful one, not me, I'm just…"

Hal silenced him with another kiss, teasing his lips apart with the tip of his tongue and licking at his teeth. Tom groaned, tipping his head back slightly and exposing his throat as Hal's kisses began to trail lower. Hal's fingers found the top button of the borrowed shirt and quickly worked it open. As each button came free, he placed a soft, moist kiss against each newly exposed patch of skin and by the time the last button had come undone Tom was breathing a little heavier. Hal lay his palms flat against Tom's stomach and slowly slid them up, over his chest, loving the feeling of the smooth skin and hard muscle beneath his hand, pushing at the shirt, wanting it gone so he could see, feel more. Tom lifted himself up, allowing Hal to slip the shirt over his shoulders, then with a sharp tug, it was on the floor.

For a moment Hal just stared at the other man, drinking in the sight, savouring it now that he could without reservation or fear.

"Your turn." Tom panted, tugging at the hem of the vampire's t-shirt, his desire making him bold.

Hal grinned, yanking the garment over his head, lean muscle rippling under his skin as he stretched. He tossed the shirt onto the floor with Tom's and when he looked back he saw Tom was biting his lip.

"Blimey. All them push ups 'ave done ya good." He murmured, reaching out to touch the vampire's pale skin.

"You approve then?" A small smirk flitted across his face just briefly but was chased away by a soft moan as Tom's fingers ghosted across his chest, skimming his ribs and his nipples. The moan became a tremulous groan when the fingers dipped lower, teasing the skin of his stomach just above the waistband of his slacks. God, as if he wasn't already hard enough.

He swallowed, hard and bit down on his own lip, his arousal slowly building until it was very nearly painful, and when Tom's hand accidentally brushed against his erection it was almost more than he could take. He grabbed the young wolf's wrist, stilling his hand. Tom looked up at him, a light frown creasing his brow.

"Wassup Hal?"

"Nothing, I… It's just…" He was glad he couldn't blush. "It's been over fifty years since I… I may not last long as it is and if you keep touching me like that I…"

"Oh." Tom seemed to blush enough for both of them. "Ya want me that bad?" Hal could do little more than nod. "I want ya too. I really want ya. Don't matter 'ow long ya last."

"It matters to me. I want this to be good for you Tom. I want it to be special."

Tom smiled, his free hand coming up to cup Hal's face.

"It will be good Hal. An' it's already special… coz it's wiv you."

Hal felt a swell of emotion deep inside his chest, pounding fiercely against his ribcage, harder and faster and louder than his heart had ever beat when he was alive, when he was still human. He opened his mouth to speak, to tell Tom how he felt, to say what he'd known almost from the beginning but never had the courage to say out loud until now. Now he had the courage but his throat was so dry and his tongue felt thick and clumsy in his mouth and no real words would come, only incoherent mumbles, so he gave up. Actions spoke louder than words anyway, he would show him how he felt first… the words would come later.

His hands settled against the button fastening of his jeans and he looked to Tom for permission to continue, permission that was granted with a darkening of his eyes, a wetting of his lips and a yes whispered so softly that only Hal could possibly have heard. Swiftly, and with surprisingly agile fingers considering his lengthy abstinence and mounting desperation, Hal had the jeans open and his thumbs hooked inside the waistband of both them and Tom's cotton boxers. Another searching look and a yes whispered a little louder this time and Hal began to tug at the garments. Tom lifted his hips slightly as if to help, wriggling and kicking as Hal slid them slowly down his legs, wanting them off as quickly as possible and not the least bit ashamed of the fact.

It was desire that made him flush all over as Hal's eyes raked over his naked body, nothing but lust and need, the same thing exactly that he could see in Hal's hungry gaze.

The vampire bit back a feral growl and sunk his half descended fangs into his lip in an effort to maintain some small degree of control because fully nude, and hard and leaking, Tom was even more beautiful than he'd imagined and a hundred times more erotic.

"Fuck." He muttered to himself, licking the blood from his lips, dipping his head and licking a cool, wet stripe along the underside of Tom's straining length. The werewolf whimpered softly, the whimper becoming a moan when Hal repeated the action.

"Hal." He whispered roughly, tangling his fingers in the other mans thick dark hair, his grip tightening involuntarily and his hips bucking when Hal's lips closed around the head of his shaft and slid down to the base. "Hal stop. Flippin' 'eck." He gasped, tugging at the locks of hair that were wound around his fingers until Hal's mouth was gone. "It's mad 'ow good that felt, but you ain't the only one who ain't gonna last long and I've changed me mind, it does matter 'ow long it lasts coz I… I want it to at least last long enough so as I… so as I can… I wanna feel ya Hal… inside me an' I don't wanna…" He blushed. "I don't wanna, ya know, before that."

Tom's words sent a shiver right through him and he swallowed down a lump.

"Are you really sure that's what you want? You don't have to… there are other things we can do."

"I'm sure. I ain't never been so sure about anyfing before in me life."

Hal gave a shallow nod.

"Okay then." He whispered. "Turn over for me."Tom quickly shifted onto his stomach and waited patiently. He heard the tug of a zipper and the creaking of the bed as Hal stood up, followed by the rustling of fabric as the vampire stripped himself of his remaining clothes. There was more creaking and the mattress dipped slightly as Hal climbed back onto the bed and straddled his thighs. They both moaned softly at the feeling of skin against skin in such an intimate way. Tom tensed a little, wanting so much but still nervous, hands fisting in the sheets.

"It's okay, just relax." Hal told him, and he did. How could he not? "God, Tom I…" He trailed off, unable to articulate his thoughts. That Tom not only cared for him but trusted him so unreservedly left him in awe, left him speechless. Only Tom could do this to him.

Instead of words, Hal poured everything he felt into his touch, rubbing slow, lazy circles into the small of Tom's back with his thumbs, then gently but firmly stroking his way up, thumbs and fingertips tracing the deep ragged scars that ran the length of his body, lingering briefly over the small raised knots where claws had torn deeper, more viciously, claws that Hal simultaneously despised and praised, claws that had caused Tom so much pain and suffering but had also brought him into Hal's world. If not for those claws they would never have met and Hal knew he would have remained the empty soulless creature he had been for the last five centuries, for the rest of his time.

Tom hissed and shivered at the touch.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just a bit sensitive there. Don't stop… feels really nice."

Hal smiled softly to himself, continuing his exploration and when he reached Tom's shoulder he replaced fingers and thumbs with lips and tongue, licking and kissing his way back down and when he reached the bottom Tom was a panting quivering mass beneath him.

"Hal please." He rasped, not really sure what he was asking for, just hoping that Hal would somehow know.

Hal did know. Hal knew exactly what Tom was asking for, he knew exactly what Tom wanted because he wanted the same thing, more than he'd ever wanted anything else. Without lifting his head, without slowing his kisses, he reached blindly for the draw in the bedside cabinet and grabbed at the small tube he found there, suddenly glad that they'd found themselves in his room where he knew where everything was because he wasn't sure Tom would have thought as far ahead as he obviously had.

He raised himself up a little and shifted position slightly.

"Spread your legs for me." He said. Tom did just that, spreading his legs as far as he could with the vampire still straddling him, then spreading them further, baring himself completely when Hal moved to settle between them. With shaky hands, Hal squeezed a generous amount of the slippery gel onto his fingers then set the tube to one side. Slowly and carefully he touched his slicked fingers to Tom's opening, eliciting a small sigh of pleasure from the younger man.

"You still okay?"

"Mmmmm, yeah."

Relaxing a little himself now, Hal began to massage the lube into Tom's newly exposed flesh, paying careful attention to the tight hole, teasing with a light pressure but not breaching until he was sure Tom was good and ready, and when he did finally slip a single finger inside the heat was incredible. He'd forgotten how impossibly hot humans were, how they seemed to burn from the inside out, Hal could almost feel the flames devouring him and it was so unbelievably good.

He twisted his finger inside Tom and the resulting groan and tightening of muscle sent another jolt of white hot, burning arousal right through him. He twisted his finger again, deliberately slowly, taking his time, drawing out the pleasure as much for himself as Tom and savouring every second, committing to memory every moan and gasp and tremor. It was a long time and Tom was writhing and moaning beneath him, before he decided it was time for another finger. More lube, and this time the twisting was accompanied by a gentle scissoring motion that made Tom hiss and whine as he was slowly stretched.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Tom shook his head and mumbled into the pillow.

"Nah. Keep goin'. I like it."

Hal bit back a ragged groan. He was so hard he hurt and he wanted Tom so badly he couldn't think of anything else. When he added a third finger, despite his best efforts to the contrary, he was less than gentle and at first he was afraid he'd hurt the younger man but when Tom pushed back against him, pleading for more all of his concerns just melted away.

"I don't think I can wait any longer Tom I…"

"Me neither." Tom pushed back just a little further. "I wanna feel…" Hal crooked a finger and brushed it lightly against the small bundle of nerves deep inside Tom's body making him buck and cry out. "Hal please."

Hal removed his fingers as carefully as he could and snatched up the tube which still lay beside them on the bed. Biting his lips against the feeling, he quickly and thoroughly coated his own throbbing flesh with the lube and positioned himself directly behind Tom. He reached out and placed one hand on the small of Tom's back, kneading the hot skin and taut muscles gently with his fingertips. Taking himself in his other hand and squeezing firmly to halt the swelling tide of sensation in him he rested the head of his shaft against Tom's entrance.

"This is going to hurt a little more than just my fingers." He whispered apologetically.

"I don't mind it hurtin'. It'll just be 'til I get used to ya, then it'll be good, I know it."

"So good Tom. It'll be so so good, I promise."

Slowly, oh so slowly, he pressed forward. Both men gasped out loud, Tom was so hot and so tight. Tom grabbed at the sheets, fists clenching until his knuckles turned white, eyes squeezed shut, breathing laboured and heavy. Hal moved cautiously, stilling each time Tom winced and waiting until a soft moan signalled him that it was okay to continue. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, he was fully seated and perfectly aligned. He reached for Tom's hand, rubbing his thumb softly across the knuckles and threading their fingers together.

"Tell me when you're ready." He murmured, leaning forward so that he lay flush against Tom's back and dropping soft kisses against his neck and shoulders until he felt him beginning to relax.

"I'm ready now." Tom rasped. "I'm really ready."

Hal pressed another kiss against Tom's shoulder and slowly rolled his hips, angling himself so that once again he brushed against that spot that made Tom cry out in pleasure and rock back against him. He rolled his hips again. Tom cried out louder this time, rocked back harder.

"Good?" Hal asked, his voice husky with desire. Tom could only moan.

"Mmmmmm."

Again Hal rolled his hips. Again Tom moaned and rocked back and soon they found a rhythm that had them both panting and shaking and rushing towards a climax they both knew they had no hope of delaying. A long forgotten buzzing behind his eyes and a tightening of the muscles in his stomach and thighs told Hal that he was almost there, he couldn't last, and he slipped his free hand beneath Tom to grasp his throbbing length, stroking him in time with the rhythm of their hips.

Tom came hard and fast, his head thrown back, a feral roar torn from his throat, body convulsing wildly as he coated Hal's still stroking hand in his release.

"Hal." He groaned, his voice breathy and hoarse with newly awakened lust.

The sound of his name on Tom's lips was all it took to send Hal crashing into his own orgasm, shuddering almost violently, a low growl rumbling in his chest, eyes slamming shut as he spilled his seed deep within his lovers body, clinging tightly to him

"Tom… Oh God Tom."

They collapsed with a chorus of soft grunts and sighs, sprawled across the bed, struggling to regain both breath and senses, Hal somehow still inside Tom. Hal tried to move, to pull out for Tom's comfort but Tom protested.

"Don't move yet." He said softly, speech slightly slurred as exhaustion began to set in. "Feels nice, still havin' ya there."

Hal smiled, carefully manoeuvring them both onto their side without losing contact and pulling Tom even closer to him. He nuzzled the younger man's shoulder and stroked his hand gently over his ribs.

"You're right, It does feel nice. I could happily stay here, with you, like this forever. I…" He thought back to earlier, to the words he'd wanted so desperately to say but hadn't been able to articulate at the time. He wasn't choked now like he had been then, there was nothing clouding his mind anymore. He could think now, he could speak without tripping over his own tongue. He could say it now. "Tom."

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

A small, sleepy, smile tugged at the corners of Tom's mouth and he snuggled a little closer into Hal's arms.

"I know ya do." He said, stifling a yawn. He was silent for a moment, letting his voice catch up with his brain. "Hal."

"Hmm?"

"I love ya too."

THE END


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