Title: Their Love, Her Murder

Disclaimer: Slash. Violence. Angst. Language. Character death.

POV: Danny

Chapter Fifteen: Love Me

I feel myself climbing out of the pit of darkness. It's always nice to visit my old friend. The real world always calls me back though. What a pain. I expect to feel the hard floor of the elevator under me. Nope. The ground is soft and fluffy. I move my hand over it. My bed. How did I get to my bed? I don't remember walking here. I couldn't have. I passed out, didn't I?

A moan escapes my throat as I regain complete consciousness. I am right. I'm in my bed, in my bedroom, in my apartment. I sit up and the room spins slightly. I glare at nothing in particular. How did I get back here?

"Hey, sleepy head."

My gaze shifts from the floor to Flack. Bingo. There stands my answer. "Er…" What a reply.

He comes over and sits on the bed beside me. Boy, this gesture reminds me of my mother and how she would sit beside me when I was sick. I shake my head to chase the memories away. Flack is studying me with those intense blue eyes.

"What?" I manage to say.

"You had me worried. You really shouldn't drink an entire bottle of alcohol after taking pain medication. They don't mix well," he replies.

I give him a questioning look.

He shifts his weight to make himself more comfortable. "I came over to check on you when Mac told me that you had left work early. I found you passed out in the elevator. Let me tell you, that was a scary sight. I didn't know what was wrong with you. I brought you back up here and put you in your bed. When I saw the open medicine bottle and the empty whiskey bottle, I put two and two together," he explains. "Why Danny?"

"It was too quiet here."

He rubs my back. It sends shockwaves through my body. "I'm here now. So no more mixing pills and alcohol. You've been out for some time," he says offhandedly.

"How long?" I close my eyes and enjoy his touch. It's nice to feel something warm. The heat of someone who loves me.

"The entire day. I called Mac to tell him that you were suffering a migraine."

"Wow, the entire day? Have you been here the whole time?"

"Yes," he nods. "I didn't have anything else to do. And I wanted to make sure that you were indeed okay. Another hour and I was going to take you to the hospital."

I chuckle. "Good thing I woke up than. I hate seeing the inside of that place." He continues to rub my back. I open my eyes to look at him. He smiles. Something finally claws its way to the top of my mind. "Hey, I missed the whole hearing. How did it come out?"

His smile gets bigger. "I get to keep my job. I don't know how Mac did it, but he convinced them to give me back my badge. I'm on desk duty for two weeks. I can handle that, though. No problem."

I hug him. "That's great news."

I don't want to stop hugging him. I like having his arms around me. He smells great. A scent that his uniquely his. I loosen my embrace just a little to kiss him. His lips and mine meet, happy to have each others company. My mind flashes back to the last time we were in bed together. Where would we have gone had I not been in pain?

You are not in pain now…

I make the kiss a little deeper, a little needier. Flack responses with just as much hunger. With a bit of maneuvering, in which are lips never part, I find myself lying on my back again. The same as last time. Let Flack lead the way. Let him take me down the road. I'll follow him anywhere. All he has to do his take my hand. He already has my heart.

Dying for the love that I know belongs to me I begin to tug his shirt from the waist of his pants. He doesn't stop me. I pull it free. Flack pulls away. I want to reach out and drag him back to me. My body aches. For once it's not the pain in my head that is causing it. My body aches for him and the release that only he can give me. He removes his shirt and without much fuss he removes mine.

The room is chilly but I hardly feel it. All I feel is the warmth running off our bodies. We resume kissing. Both of us hungering for the same thing. He traces a hand down my bare chest, following it with kisses. Every time that his lips touch me my body melts a little more from the pleasure. He kisses my neck and gives it a little nibble.

I know where I want this to go. I want it to go all the way. The way it would have been last time. Does he want it to?

Only one way to find out, Danny-boy.

I move my hands to his waist. My fingers find the button of his pants. His hand finds mine and holds it in his. Damn, not again.

"Danny," he whispers in my ear.

I don't let get the rest of the words out. "Don't stop, Flack. Please, don't stop."

In response he kisses my neck again. He places my hand on his bare chest. It's already covered in a thin layer of sweat. He shifts his weight again. I feel as he slowly and gently moves his hand down my stomach and into the waist of my pants. He touches me. Surprise is quickly washed away by the burning passion inside. I don't even try to suppress the moan.

Let's get him naked already. He's taking too long. Come on…

I place a hand on his wrist to get his attention. "If we're going to do this we have a few garments to remove, don't you think?"

"It would appear so," he replies. With such a fluid motion he's standing beside the bed and working the button of his pants.

"Wait," I whisper. "Let me." With the hunger growing stronger inside I quickly remove his pants. I take in the picture of him standing in his boxer briefs, storing it away for later use. Then I remove them too. He stands in the moonlight, a beautiful masterpiece of sculpture.

He smiles a little evil grin. "Well, since you removed mine, I assumer that means I get to remove yours."

"As you wish," I reply. I stand from the bed.

He kisses my lips. Then my neck. He continues to travel farther down my body, leaving a trail of kisses behind. He slowly removes my pants. Then starts on my boxers, savoring the sight as he lowers them to the floor. He stands, his eyes once again locking with mine. The blue of them sending the passion inside even higher. He lets his fingers trail against my lower half ever so softly. It sends waves of passion up and down my spine, and I actually shiver. I don't know how much more I can take.

We're lying on the bed again. Kissing. Touching. Our sweaty bodies glisten in the moonlight that streams through the open curtains. The time finally comes and our bodies melt together into one. I enjoy his every touch. His every kiss. Every part of his body. Then it comes to an end and I'm soaring. Soaring far from this world and all its misery.

His kisses return me to the here and now. We embrace and try to slow our labored breathing. The high releases us and we drift off to sleep.

I wake later in the night. At some point we parted ways. I'm now lying on my side, gazing out the window. My breathing is normal again. My body free of its sweaty covering. I chill passes me and I shiver.

"Cold?" Flack asks. He cuddles up behind me, draping an arm over me. I relax into him.

I place my hand on his momentarily. "I can't be cold when you're here. Promise me you won't leave," I whisper.

"I promise I won't leave. Never." He kisses my shoulder.

Once again we drift off to sleep. A sleep that is pleasant for me. Everything seems right in the world. Let tomorrow come. Let it bring whatever hell it wants to bring. I'll be ready to face it. I have love to protect me.