Smother the Flame in Your Heart // Danny x Sam

Part XV

Word Count: ~3000

Warnings: this is all smut ft. first time bottom Danny & possessive Sam (my favorite). Enjoy;)

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Sam insisted neither he or Danny go to work the next day, motivated by the possessive need to have his boyfriend all to himself for the first time in what now felt like ages, and also by his more protective inclination. No matter how much he tried to reassure Sam, Sam was positive Danny needed a recovery period. Although in the light of the morning, and especially after a long, shared shower, Danny really did look better–healthy and back to his usual self, with all the color brought back to his face, his skin smooth and soft, eyes big and bright.

And those eyes were dead-set on Sam, but then Sam realized Danny was only staring so hard at him because Sam was doing the same.

"What's on your mind?" Danny asked, standing in front of the bathroom sink with a towel around his waist and another in his hands being used to dry his hair.

Sam leaned shamelessly naked in the doorway. "You could just air dry like me instead of wasting so many towels."

Danny smirked and continued squeezing his hair with the towel. "So I'm more high maintenance in one area. Oh dear."

Sam didn't have a comeback. He was too preoccupied watching Danny's hands move, the muscles in his arms flex while he fussed, and the slight twisting of his waist. "I wanna fuck you," he blurted instead.

Danny ceased his fussing, dropping the towel that had been drying his hair at his side, and looked right at Sam again. "Really? Right now?"

"Yes, right now," Sam said, grabbing Danny's wrist and dragging him off to the bedroom. "Everyone else wants to. Why can't I?"

"That's such an exaggeration."

Not to Sam, it wasn't. In front of Danny's bed, he tore the towel away from around Danny's waist and shoved him back onto the sheets that were still rumpled and strewn about from their sleep. Quickly he made for the dresser, grabbing the lube that had been entirely neglected in his boyfriend's absence; then he was watching the suspense build in Danny's eyes and it revved him onward. Sam crawled on top and straddled him, already hard before their groins even made full contact but, when they did, he felt Danny stiffen, too.

"I was mad at you," Sam said, holding Danny's face in his hands. "But I really missed you too." He ran his fingers across Danny's cheekbones, one stripe down his nose to touch his lips. "If you'd let yourself die, I would've found a way to bring you back. But–" He leaned down close, almost close enough to kiss him. "Don't you ever let it go that far again, alright?"

"I won't." Danny meant it–it had been scary letting himself go that long without getting what he needed. Being so desperate and weak made him hate being a vampire even more than usual, and that was a terrible feeling–only when Sam made his way back did he remember that without being what he was, they would have never met to begin with. At least there was that.

"Do you need more? You know...before we do it?"

Danny chuckled and wrapped one arm around Sam's shoulders. "No, Sammy. I'm perfectly fine." He tightened his grasp and brought Sam's mouth to his for a soft, deep kiss before he added, "You can have your way with me now."

Desire pooled warm and steady in Sam's gut. He kissed Danny again, then pressed kisses all over his neck, below his ear, his collarbone–he wished he could smell as deeply as his vampire boyfriend did, but Sam was also content with what he could discern with his less remarkable nose. There was the strongest scent thanks to the soap and shampoo and conditioner–a cacophony of clean citrus–but Sam could still pick up on the lingering natural scent of familiar sweat and salt on his skin, especially when he took a note from his boyfriend and shoved his nose into Danny's armpit.