Pairing: Hank/Evan

Spoilers: Some for episode two "There Will Be Food"

Warnings: Slash, Incest

Author's Notes: Another oneshot. This time the Hank/Evan can't be written off as 'brotherly', so don't flame me for it. I warned ya. Review please.

"Do we have any wine?" Hank asked, rummaging through the refrigerator.

"Uh, yeah. I think so. Why?" Evan glanced up at him from his spot on the couch.

"'Cause we need some for where we're going." Hank finally found the wine and grabbed two glasses down from the cabinet.

"Where are we going and why do we need wine?" Evan blinked in confusion.

"Remember the Realtor that had the burn on her arm that I treated this morning? Well, I promised her that I would go back to the house to see, and I'm quoting her here, 'the most magical view in the Hamptons'." Hank explained.

"Why do you want me to go? Wouldn't you have more fun with that chick from the hospital? You two seem to be getting along just fine. I'm sure she's just waiting for you to ask her out. Here's your chance." Evan's reply was snappy and irritated. There was also a note of jealousy in there that Hank picked up on and smiled softly to himself.

"Jill's great, but I want you to come with me. Don't pout, it does you no good with me." Hank sat the glasses on the side of the sink and walked over to his brother.

"I don't pout." Evan said, giving a perfect example of what he didn't do.

"You do and you're still coming with me, so hurry up. We don't want to miss it." Hank collected the wine bottle and the glasses and stood, waiting, by the front door.

Evan grumbled some more, but slid his shoes on and followed Hank out the door. They got into the Saab and Hank passed the wine and glasses over to Evan and drove off.

"So, where exactly are you taking me?" Evan asked, looking around at the unfamiliar houses.

"To this house that she was showing to me this morning. It's got a great Great room and the view is supposed to be beautiful, like I said." Hank pulled into the driveway and got out. He walked up to the front door, checked under the mat, found the key and unlocked the door.

Evan watched him with a raised eyebrow, but went in when Hank beckoned him. "Smells like cookies." He commented.

"Realtor trick apparently." Hank chuckled. He pulled the protective sheet off the couch that was turned to the huge window on the west wall of the room. He took the wine from Evan and poured them both a glass.

Evan settled into the corner of the couch and sipped at his wine, eyes on the window. The sun had just started to set and already it was breath-taking.

"Magnificent, huh?" Hank asked, taking a seat next to Evan.

"Yeah." Evan said, voice low and awed.

The sun had gone down a little more, painting the sky with oranges, reds, pinks, purples, blues, and golds. Streaks of brilliant colors were reflected in the clouds and the first hint of twinkly silver stars were added to the mix.

Hank gently took Evan's glass and set it down on the covered coffee table next to his. His arm arranged itself behind Evan and he shifted slightly so he could see both the sunset and Evan's reaction to it.

They watched it for a bit longer, the colors fading, the sun just a barely visible ball of vibrant orange and yellow on the horizon. Slowly, a deep black and blue came across the sky like someone had spilled a jar of ink . The stars looked like diamonds placed in dark velvet. The moon was full and a bright silvery white, bathing the world below in it's light. It was just as breath-taking as the sunset had been.

Evan turned to face Hank. "That was......wow."

"That good, huh?" Hank smiled, amusement clear in his voice.

"Yeah. It was awesome." Evan glanced back to the window. When he turned back around, Hank pressed his lips against his. The kiss was chaste and sweet. Just the slight pressure of both their lips against each other and the warmth of their breath against the other's face.

They pulled apart slowly and Hank cupped his cheek. "Okay?"

Evan nodded and their lips met again, this time with more passion. Hank's tongue slipped out to trace Evan's lips and silently ask permission which Evan granted, lips parting. The tips of their tongues met and tangled briefly before Hank took control of the kiss, tongue sweeping into Evan's mouth to explore the new territory.

Evan shifted forward more, so he was facing Hank. His fingers twined themselves in Hanks' hair and he moaned softly into the kiss. Hank smirked against Evan's lips and sucked on his tongue. Evan moaned again, louder this time. They broke the kiss as the need to breath made itself known and Hank ducked his head to bite and suck at Evan's neck.

He pushed Evan flat on the couch and stretched out above him, dropping another kiss on the already kiss swollen lips.

"Hank, as much as I want too, we really can't do this here." Evan panted.

"Hmm, you're right. For once." Hank said, leaning back to admire the new purple mark he had made on Evan's neck.

They gathered up everything and walked back to the car, Hank putting the key back under the mat.

"Remind me to thank Sheila for this." Hank said as they drove off.

Evan chuckled and leaned over for another kiss before settling back against his seat, sighing happily.