Author note: Eeeep!
Warning: Sex, pseudo-science, Henry being emotional.
Pair: William Zimmerman and Henry Foss.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sanctuary, because if I did the ending would be more of an ending, rather than just stopping like it did. Stupid cancellations...
Henry breathed a sigh of relief the morning he woke up and found his urge to mate vanished. The mating season was over, and he and Will could go back to their usual routines. A chill ran down his spine at the idea of not spending time with his mate. He rolled over in the psychologist's arms, and found Will already awake.
"Will?" Zimmerman blinked, and looked down at him.
"It's over, isn't it?" Henry nodded. Will smiled wryly. "Shame." He leant across and burrowed into Henry's neck, nose nuzzled behind Henry's ear. It was a comfortable, familiar position from the month they had been sharing a bed.
"You don't have to. The pheromones aren't active anymore." Will bit the ear gently.
"I know." The bite was followed by a soft kiss. Henry tensed and Will rolled over on top of him. "I've been waiting for that." Henry raised a lazy eyebrow, silently accepting the message that the human wasn't going to leave him.
"And why is that?"
"Because," Will wiggled between Henry's legs, making the technician laugh, "I'm not naturally submissive. Your wolf is dominant, you're not." His grin made Henry blush. "I've been waiting to top you."
During the course of their month and a half long relationship, Will had found himself becoming increasing attached to Henry – to his voice, his touch, his presence. Nights when one of them was working late, neither slept well until the other joined him in bed, or they kept each other company while working. Henry had fallen asleep several times on the couch in Will's office.
"Then do it." Henry challenged. Will accepted, sliding down his lover's body to take him into his mouth. "Holy-" Will sucked hard, humming gently. "Oh god, Will..." Henry whimpered and rocked into Will's eager mouth, knowing that if he wanted to, Will could and would pin him down. He was allowed to move, which meant that he should. Will swallowed, throat convulsing around Henry's length. Henry hissed, back arching. "Dude, stop, stop, I'm...Ahh..." Will barely pulled away in time.
"Easy, man." Will kissed his stomach gently. Henry chuckled. "We're not done just yet." Will pulled his hand away, and suddenly Henry realised that Will must have prepared him sometime during the blowjob. He must have been insanely gentle.
Will crawled up Henry's body, pressing his thighs aside as he moved. Will slid into him as he moved, surprising Henry. Will wasn't huge, but he wasn't so small that Henry wouldn't feel anything as he was entered. There was pressure, and a stretching sensation, but nearly no pain at all.
Unlike the first time Henry had taken Will, the profiler was gentle. Halfway through, Will pressed his forehead against Henry's and smiled sweetly. It was that moment that Henry realised the difference between what they had been doing, and what they were doing now.
Before it had been physical, appeasing Henry's need to mate, or a release from the stress of the day, or even sometimes the wolf's show of affection. Now, Will had full control of the situation, and all that was swept aside. This was gentle, calming for both of them, and somehow as emotion-filled as Will's kisses had become. Will was making love to him. Not fucking, or sex, but making love, in a way that they never had before. Sure, they'd been gentle, or caring, or affectionate, but nothing quite like this, not this emotion.
Afterwards, they lay together in silence, catching their breath. Henry's cell phone rang on the bedside table. Will passed it over, and Henry, still snuggled against Will's chest, answered and put it on speaker.
"Hello?" he yawned.
"Everything alright?" Magnus' voice was worried.
"Yeah, never better." Henry answered. "Why do you ask?" Magnus sighed.
"I calculated that the mating season is about over. I was wondering if-"
"Yep, complete lack of uncontrolled urges and pheromones." Henry cut her off, burrowing deeper against Will's side and dozing as Helen started rambling about how having a mate might have stabilised his cycles, and...
"Hey, Magnus?" Will interrupted.
"Will?" she sounded surprised. "You're still there?"
"Yeah, I'm not going leave him now." Will trailed a finger down his mate's stubbled cheek. "I thought I'd stop you, because as interesting as all that was – and I'm serious, we should discuss it later in detail – Henry's asleep."
End of Part One: Fall.
I'm going to take a little break from posting this, then get on with Part Two: Reunion. See you in a while, guys!