Chapter One

The Night We Met

It had been a long day. The case had dragged on with no leads for ever, but they finally nailed the guy. It was an emotional case though. Derek wanted nothing more than to have a few drinks and forget about it. He had just finished his third drink, making him relaxed but not tipsy yet, when a tall man in a leather jacket walked in. Derek didn't normally notice men. He had always had an uncomfortable attraction to them , only uncomfortable because of his past, but still. He pushed those feelings aside and usually just kept his eyes fixed on the prettiest girl in the room. But he couldn't help notice this man. He was about 6'2", a little taller than Derek. He had dark hair that was sprinkled with some gray. Couldn't have been more than 40. He had a chiseled jaw and sparkly blue eyes. His shoulders were broad and he had muscular arms. Derek looked down at his drink because he felt like he'd been staring to long. The man ordered his drink and then Derek realized he had walked up to him.

"This seat taken?" He asked cooly.

"No, go ahead." Derek was still looking at his drink when he heard the man speak again which made him look up.

"Mark." He said confidently.

"Derek." He responded gently.

"What are you doing here all alone on a Friday night?"

"Just finished a long week at work. Needed a drink. My coworkers all went home to sleep."

"What do you do?"

"I'm and FBI agent. I work for the Behavior Analysis Unit. I'm a profiler."

"That sounds fancy." He said with a little laugh.

Derek returned the laugh and said, "The short version is I catch serial killers."

"Wow. That's badass. I wish my job was that cool."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a plastic surgeon."

"Well that doesn't sound to boring." Derek laughed.

"I guess not. I enjoy it."

Derek had finished his fourth drink and was now much more relaxed and being more open than he'd normally be. Especially with a guy in this situation. They drank and talked and drank some more. Mark caught up with Derek pretty quickly and they were both flirting shamelessly about an hour later. The bar was about to close, so they got up and paid their tabs. They walked out of the bar together and Derek was about to say goodbye, but he felt Mark grab his hand and pull him into the ally. He pushed him up against the wall and kissed him deeply. Derek had never kissed a man before. Not like this. It was different but he liked it. It was dominate and controlled. Mark pulled away for a second, probably to make sure this was ok, but as soon as he did, a small whimper escaped Dereks lips. That immediately boosted Marks confidence and he growled deeply and attacked Dereks lips again. Derek was lost in the moment. Marks soft warm lips, his tongue dominating the kiss, his hands roaming Dereks body. Derek finally brought himself out of his haze and began reciprocating the touches. This was much different than being with a woman, but Derek though he might like it even better. He liked his hard abs and tight muscles. He like his chiseled features and how he was taller than him. He felt...safe. Which is odd considering he'd only known the man for about two hours but something just felt right. Mark pulled away again, to Dereks disappointment. He whimpered again.

"I know baby, but we should probably take this somewhere more private." Mark said.

Derek agreed silently and Mark grabbed his hand and they grabbed a cab back to Derek's apartment. Derek was nervous, but this was the first thing in a long time that felt good and he was going to take full advantage of it.