Word Count: 1,244/27,373
Warnings: fairly explicit M/M action; moderate D/s overtones and implications
Author's Note: Okay, so- First of all, this chapter is not safe for work, or around innocent children.

Seriously.

I needed a cold shower after writing this. And it's not even that they actually have sex. I mean, Dom is fully clothed, while Brian is mostly clothed. I honestly don't know where this came from. It's way more intense than I had originally planned.

Second, this is one of my favorite scenes in the movie. The UST is all but visible between them. Then the writers had to go and ruin it by having Brian go sex up Mia in the kitchen. Stupid writers, and stupid Brian, and stupid Dom for letting his boy go after her.

Anyway, let me know what y'all think. *crosses fingers*
Fae


Chapter 18
Brian pulled into the Toretto's driveway and just sat in his car for a few minutes. God, this place brought back memories, some of them good, some of them bad. He hadn't been here since the day that Jesse had been ruthlessly gunned down on the sidewalk out front. The kid hadn't deserved that. He had had so much going for him. He just wished there had been something he could have done to save him.

Sighing, he opened the door and got out. He glanced at the dark house before heading towards the garage where he could see the glow from a single light. He paused in the doorway, just staring at Dom's shoulders as the man bent over the open hood of the Charger.

"Everyone's looking for you," he said finally, stepping inside.

"I'm right here," Dom said, staring intently at the engine, as though it held the secrets of the entire universe.

Brian wandered closer, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. "It's nice to see you've gone with the times and switched to electronic fuel injection," he said when he saw the inside of the engine. "Looks good."

Dom's mouth curved into a faint smile. "Buster became a gearhead," he said in a fondly mocking tone of voice.

Brian allowed himself a small grin and shrugged in assent. He watched Dom work in silence for a few minutes before speaking up again. "I'm going with you," he said, looking at the engine instead of Dom.

Dom's hand tightened on the wrench and his lips thinned. "I don't plan on bringing anyone back."

"I know," Brian said simply.

At that, Dom finally looked at him, studying him closely. After what seemed like an eternity, he crooked a finger, beckoning Brian forward.

Brian swallowed slightly under the intensity of that gaze, but silently moved forward so he was standing in front of Dom. Dom made a turning motion with his finger and Brian could do nothing but follow the instruction, turning so he was facing the Charger. Dom stepped up behind him, putting his hands on Brian's hips and Brian drew in a sharp breath at the feeling of Dom's cock pressed against his ass.

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and braced himself on the car.

"You still want to come with me, Bri?" Dom asked in his ear, his voice deeper and more gravely than normal. "I don't plan on bringing anyone back and I sure as hell ain't sharing you with my sister this time. You come with me, your ass is mine. Not Mia's, not the Feds. Not even your own. Mine."

"Yours," Brian gasped, pressing his ass back against Dom's groin. "Always have been; just didn't know it."

Dom let an almost feral growl and pressed against him, bending him over the open engine. Dom thrust his hips and Brian wished there was nothing between them. He wanted Dom to fuck him and fuck him hard; hard enough that he could feel it for a month.

This is what he had been looking for since he woke up; this overwhelming possession of his mind, body and soul. He jerked his hips, trying to get friction against his cock.

Dom growled again and pulled back enough to smack his ass. "What part of 'mine' don't you understand?" he demanded. "You don't come without my permission."

Brian whimpered, but stilled his hips and hung his head.

Dom moved back in and thrust against his ass again. This time, Brian forced himself to remain still, braced against the car and letting Dom use his body to get off.

If he were normal, he would be humiliated at the thought, but he wasn't and he didn't care. The idea of letting Dom use him however he pleased made him ache with need.

"Good boy," Dom whispered in his ear.

Brian whimpered again and shivered, heat pooling in his groin. He wanted to move; he wanted to do something, anything. But that wasn't what Dom wanted, so he remained still.

Finally, Dom reached around him and opened the front of his pants, pushing them down around his thighs to release his cock. Brian felt himself grow even harder in Dom's rough, callused grip, but he still didn't move.

"You like that, Boy?" Dom asked, tightening his grip.

Brian whimpered, trembling in Dom's arms.

"Answer me when I ask you a question. You like that?"

"Yes, Sir," Brian managed to gasp out, his heart pounding and blood rushing in his ears.

"Good answer." Dom began pumping him, keeping a bruising grip on his hip with his other hand. "I'm gonna mark you. When I do, that's when you come. You got that?"

"Y- yes, Sir," Brian gasped.

Dom bent him over, covering his body with his own, teasing the juncture of his neck and shoulder with his teeth and tongue. Brian drew on all of his training and experience to hold off his orgasm until he felt Dom's teeth latch onto his neck, probably hard enough to draw blood.

As soon as he felt that, he surrendered, letting it wash over him. He slumped forward, his body lying across the engine. He didn't care. He didn't even care that there was a valve digging into his cheek. He loved the feeling of Dom on top of him, surrounding him, owning him. He let his eyes drift shut as he lay there, loose and pliant for Dom to do whatever he wanted.

Finally, Dom released his neck and cock and straightened up. He pulled Brian up and turned him around before pressing against his chest so he went sprawling back over the engine. He lay there, his cock hanging out and his skin flushed and sweaty. He didn't care. He was Dom's and if this was how Dom wanted him, then this was how he would stay, even if the entire agency came parading through.

Well, maybe not; not if they tried to arrest Dom.

Dom took his time running his gaze over Brian's body, lingering on his cock longer than elsewhere. "Look at me," he finally ordered.

Brian opened his eyes enough to look at Dom through his eyelashes.

"I always wondered what this would be like," Dom said, reaching out and stroking Brian's hip with one finger. "Wasn't sure if you'd let me."

"I don't think I would have," Brian admitted. "Like I said at the race, a lot has changed. I've changed. I'm not the same person I was before. The person I was five years ago would never have submitted that easily."

"I'm not surprised. You were a cocky little shit back then," Dom said, stepping forward.

Brian spread his legs to accommodate him and smirked up at him. "Still am. Difference is that now I know who I am. I didn't back then. I was still trying to find myself."

"Hn," Dom said, grabbing his hips and pulling him down the car so their groins were pressed together before leaning down for a kiss. "I'm glad you figured it out."

They stayed there a few minutes longer, just reveling in the closeness before Dom straightened up. "Clean yourself up," he ordered. "Mia went out for groceries, but she should be back any minute now."

Brian sat up and tucked himself back into his pants. When he was done, Dom stepped forward for another kiss before going back to working on the Charger.

"Hit that throttle," he said.