Disc: I do not own character or show of CSI:NY. I do own Devin Anderson

Couple: Mac Taylor & Devin Anderson

Story: Mac had dated his best friend from Chicago, they really didn't make it known because they were both men. Mac and Devin both joined the Marine but they were placed in different units. Mac came back, made his way up to head CSI of New York City. This is after "Snow Day", Season three, Episode 23.

AO: There is no Payton but after the explosion in the lab, Mac gets a call the next day that Devin was out of the Marine and that he was being let off in New York City. He needed some time off after all that had happened and he needed to spend some time where he wasn't trying to solve a case. They decide to go camping, Mac has a cabin by a large lake and they decide to spend a month there. It was going to be cold but they had enough fire wood and to be out in nature made it worth it.

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Mac had picked me up at the base and we went and got the things we needed for the trip. That took us about three hours in all. We decided to drive out there and then. I didn't like the worn out look on Mac's face. Did I still love Mac? Yes. Out of habit, from when we had been together when we were teenagers before we went into the Military, I stroked his hair.

"Spill it, Mac."

He leaned into my touch and he started to tell me how they'd had to protect the lab from a gang trying to get their drugs back. I drove while he talked. I wondered if the people that were in there with him, trying to save the lab, understood that Mac went into "Military mode" when protecting that lab. The lab blowing up wasn't a good thing, but he had done what he thought was best to save his people and the place that he worked. It was like being a Marine, we had our fellow Marines that we would die for and protect. His CSI team was that way for him, and the detectives he worked for.

I slid my hand along his knee, hearing him softly breathing. He had finally fallen asleep. Mac was the dominating force in the lab, and with his team. He was good at it from stories he had told me of their cases. He would write to me about them, that had become his life since Claire died. It was the other way around when we were together. I was always the dominating force in what we did. I was the only person that Mac would submit to, not just as a lover but in almost everything because he trusted me to not abuse it. I had always been protective of Mac, and he knew that. No, me and Mac were not into BSDM then and I still wasn't!

But I was the one that always chose what we did. Mac never minded because we liked most of the same things. If he didn't want to do something, all he had to do was say so and I wouldn't make him. I was glad to see that he was having a peaceful rest, he needed it and he deserved it. The few times that I'd had leave we had gone camping, if he could get the time off, and we would share a bed. I would hold him while he slept. We had never let it go any further because we both knew that I was going back into the fight as a Marine. We never talked about getting back together either, just because it never came up.

We had both chose to go in to the Marines because we wanted to fight, to protect our country. We knew that we couldn't be a couple in the Marines, we could only be friends and that would have to be enough. He came back before me and made me his best man at his wedding to Claire. I liked her, she was a good woman. She was good for Mac and when she died, it took him a long time to get over her. I think he still misses her and was still getting over her death. I wasn't ever going to push him to move on and be with me again. But I was never going to leave Mac, even if we did just stay friends.

When we got there, we moved everything in to where it needed to be. We checked the wood we had left there from the last time. It was still where it was left, nice and dry because we had covered it with tarps. Mac was getting things ready inside as I grabbed the wood and started to haul enough in for the night and most of the following morning. When we were done, I grabbed a towel and threw it on the bear skin rug.

"Mac, shirt off and on your stomach." He followed orders like he always had. I slid up behind him and put some warm oil on his back and started to massage his neck and shoulders first, hearing the soft moans from him. I worked all the tension out of his shoulders and then worked my way down his back. When I was done, I took a warm cloth and some soap and washed his back. Then I had him turn over and I started to work on his chest with the oil.

"Dev, this is just what I needed, thanks."

I felt his hands slide along my thighs, they were currently placed on either side of his lower abs. I looked at him. Mac was getting turned on by the massage. I soaped his chest up to wash the oil off and I smiled. He was as handsome as he'd ever been.

"Good, you needed to relax some."

I moved to where I was kneeling beside him and I turned to start putting a few more pieces of wood on the fire. I turned and saw Mac sitting up. He stroked my face slowly.

"Going to be good to have you around all the time, you know, Dev."

I smirked some and stood up, offering him a hand to help him up.

"Going to take me some time to get used to not being in the Marines. But after twenty years I'm ready to be a civilian again."

We had already eaten dinner because we didn't want to have to cook tonight. I sat down on the couch and Mac sat beside me. He looked at me.

"I have missed you, Dev. I was thinking, since you're retired now, why don't you move in with me? I've got a spare room in New York City."

I looked at him with a raised brow.

"You sure about that, Mac? I have an old Marine buddy that has a garage, he's giving me a job working for him. He offered me the apartment above the garage."

Mac looked to me he nodded.

"As long as we have known each other, we have liked a lot of the same things. I would love to have you live with me. Make the place feel less lonely, with a roommate."

I looked at him and then looked back at the fire. It was a dangerous idea, even if it was tempting. The fact is, I was still in love with Mac, but I didn't want to push him to be with me.

"I'll think about it, Mac."

I could see Mac was nervous, which was rare. He looked at me.

"What is there to think about, Devin?"

I looked at him and took a deep breath.

"One: we have never lived together, yes, we've seen each other naked and we were lovers. That's a second thing, Mac: from the age of sixteen until we joined the Marines, we were a couple. I missed you too, Mac, but the thing is, I never moved on from you. I was never mad that you married Claire, you were happy and so I was."

I stroked his face before he could say anything. I knew that look!

"It's been around five years since she died, but that doesn't mean that you're ready for anything. We'll live in the same city, Mac, for now because living with you is going to be too hard for me."

Mac looked at me and he leaned forward. He kissed me, softly.

"I missed us, but you're right, Claire made me happy. I didn't stop loving you, Devin, just because I loved someone else as well. It never meant I stopped loving you."

I took a deep breath. Why did he have to say that? I stood up and walked to the kitchen.

"You want a beer?"

I may have been the dominating one in our friendship and our relationship, but Mac was a lot better at showing his feelings than I was. I could talk to Mac easier about my feelings, not fully, but enough that he always understood me.

"Sure, I'll take a beer, Devin."

I walked back in and handed him a beer. Then I went to sit in front of the fire. I looked at the fire, it was nice to be out in the woods again. He spoke, he was quiet but I heard him.

"Devin, I want to be with you again."

I sat near the fire, my legs bent and spread. I closed my eyes. Then I heard him walking towards me, he took my beer and set it on the coffee table. He knelt between my legs. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"Mac…"

Mac started to kiss me, slowly, as my hand slid along his bare ribs. He groaned into the kiss. He had his hands on my thighs. He was sitting on his ass with his legs under my bent knees. I put my hands behind me and leaned back so I could look at him. His fingers slid along my outer thighs as he looked back at me.

"Take me back, Devin, please?"

I laid on my back on the bear skin rug, running my hands through my hair. He put his hands on both sides of my head and he started to slowly kiss me. I moaned as I softly slid my tongue along his bottom lip as he gently parted his lips. I groaned as his tongue slid into my mouth and I started to suckle on his tongue. I could feel his hard cock, through his pants, pressing against mine. I slide my hands along his ribs, he was breathing hard. He pulled back. I pushed him up as I sat up, sliding fingers over his face. Then I stood up, picked up my beer and took a deep drink.

Mac stood up, took my beer and set it down again. He looked at me.

"Devin, answer me, please? Do you want to be with me again? Try to be a couple again?"

I was a few inches taller than Mac. I looked him in the eyes.

"Yeah, Mac, I do."

I grabbed my beer and headed outside to the porch to watch the stars and drink my beer. Trying to think straight about what I had just said, what I wanted and what I needed.

I slid a flash light into my back pocket and took a walk into the woods. I needed to clear my head. I loved Mac with everything that I was. He said he was ready for a relationship since Claire died, he had never lied to me before, so maybe he was. I came back, I'd been gone for a couple of hours. I walked in quietly. I threw a pillow on the couch. Mac came out of the bed room.

"Come to bed, Devin."

I shook my head and looked at him, smiling.

"Get some sleep, Mac. I am going to take the couch for a while. Keep the door open so the heat can get in there, it's going to be cold in the morning."

He walked across to me and looked at me.

"Why are you going to sleep out here?"

I looked at him and smiled. I went to the bedroom and he followed. I grabbed the extra pillow and a cover.

"'Cause I am going to do this right. It's been twenty years since we have been in a relationship, Mac. I am not rushing any of this."

He nodded, he could see what I meant, although he didn't like this idea but he knew that I was right. I stroked his face softly and lowered my head to kiss him slowly.

"Goodnight, Babe, sleep well."

His hands rested on my chest as he looked at me. He kissed me softly.

"Goodnight, Devin"

He headed to his room as I slid my pants and shirt off laid down in my boxers. I pulled the covers over my waist and stretched out. I didn't feel like breaking the couch down into a bed. Maybe this could work, us being together, but I was going to take it slow, I wasn't going to rush it. I finally fell asleep.