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Blood and Sunshine

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When John thought back on it, it wasn't hard to accept. Not after everything that he'd already had to process - the Strangers, his ability to Tune, the fact that his whole world was a small city floating in space, that he mastered. No, it wasn't that far a stretch to process the idea that there was something in his blood, some alien technology or DNA, that gave him his quazi-omnipotent abilities over matter. Or that he needed a fresh source of that substance to survive.

Daniel's blood. And Daniel needed his. And then his mind had to process the idea that another man - that Daniel, loved him. That he felt the same dizzy sense of need, desire and love. Maybe it was the blood, the necessary interdependence, that lead to that desire, to the heartbreaking feeling of need. The inability to be without him.

Kneeling on the lab table in the dim light with Daniel in his arms, after acting impulsively to save him from some kind of noble sacrifice suicide, John let out a soft sigh, drinking in Daniel's kisses, mind settling into the realization that yes, this was right, this was what needed to be. "Don't ever try to do that again," he murmured softly, and Daniel smiled, smiled against his mouth.

"As long as you will let me -- give you what you have -- given me," the doctor agreed, voice just as soft, but there was something in his eyes that spoke of hunger and desire and promise, that made John shiver.

"Let's leave this place," he said. "Please. I don't want to think about... what almost happened."

Daniel looked hesitant, glancing out toward the office. "I'm sorry -- John. I... daylight is very difficult for me. I have too much -- of them in me, I'm afraid. But if you like, we can leave to my -- apartment, which is the floor -- above us...."

John gave him a soft smile. �I�d like that.� He helped Daniel off the table, keeping an arm around his waist in case he needed the support, but Daniel�s strength seemed entirely renewed. Still, he leaned into John a little, seeming to enjoy the closeness.
�One the sun sets, we should � go find dinner,� he said as they crossed the office, pausing to Tune away the body of the bodies of the dead rats with a sad little smile. �If you were -- anywhere near as bad -- as I was, I�m sure you -- haven�t eaten in days. We still � need that nourishment. Not like them....�
John nodded, stroking his side lightly. It was hard to think about food with Daniel so close to him, his mind clouded with the scent of honey. �My arm...� He said suddenly, just remembering. �You... Tuned it? How?�
Daniel smiled, leaning into him a little more as they waited for the elevator. �It�s no different --than any other kind -- of matter. Just more � intricate,� he explained. �So I suppose � you could say that it � takes more concentration. As well � it doesn�t seem possible � to tune one�s own � body. The mind, I think, instinctively � protects us against harm � that way.�

The elevator arrived. Impulsively, he pressed Daniel back into the corner, pressed his lips to the corner of his right eye, against the tight, scarred skin. Closing his eyes to focus, reaching out with his mind the way Daniel had trained him to do. Carefully, ever so carefully Tuning, shifting cells ever so gently, slowly. Smoothing the skin. Making it right. Pulling back with a little smile as the elevator stopped. "No different."

The Doctor's lips parted slightly, silently, watching him with soft wonder, that made John feel somehow tender and shy at the same time. He slipped an arm around his shoulders, voice soft as they left the elevator. "I'll fix everything. I want you to walk without pain, breathe without pain...."

"Thank you," Daniel whispered, as if not trusting his own voice. He cleared his throat as they reached the apartment door, unlocking it and showing John inside. It was dark, the windows covered as they had been downstairs, but Daniel gave an absent motion with his fingers as they entered, turning on the lamps, soft golden light throughout the apartment. It was tidy, classic, and just a little masculine, and John found himself liking it very much.

The doctor took his overcoat and hung it on the coat rack, seeming a little nervous as he did so, watching him. "May I -- get you something -- to drink? Some tea?"

"Yes, thank you."

He followed Daniel into the kitchen, watching him fuss over the tea, cutting up a few apples from the refrigerator, a soft cheese, heating a few small pastries that looked somewhat like scones, tucking a small try of some other kind of pastry into the oven. "You must forgive me," the blonde said softly, setting the tea to steep. "I did not have the opportunity -- to entertain guests, with the way things were." A little apologetic smile, and John could feel an incredible sense of loneliness and isolation.

"I can't imagine the Strangers would appreciate tea," he remarked, trying to lighten the mood, smiling as Daniel chuckled softly. Oh, but his laugh was beautiful. Bright like the sunshine he couldn't see.

When the food was ready, they ate in silence, ravenous, Daniel stopping only to retrieve the second set of pastries from the oven, which turned out to be sausage rolls. It was a relief to John, to be able to stomach food for the first time in days. To start to feel human again. "Thank you," he said, once the food had disappeared, finding it very easy to sit with Daniel, sipping a third cup of tea. "That was delicious."

"I'll take you out -- later," Daniel promised softly. "Show you the beautiful places -- in our city. Oh John, there is -- so much we can do -- you, and I... with Them gone."

He found himself smiling, reaching to take Daniel's had in his, very much liking the idea. He finished his tea. "Thank you, I'd like that." Looking to Daniel, hesitant. "I would like to... see to you first, if I may...."

Daniel nodded slowly, giving him a little shy smile. He turned to the dishes long enough to have everything wash itself, the kitchen cleaned in little more than the blink of an eye, and John found himself wondering why he'd never thought to do such a thing at home. "Is there a limit, to what we can do?"

Daniel considered that, taking him back into the main room. "Yes and no. Certain things are -- easier than others, I find. And you may feel a little fatigued -- after a very large amount -- of work. Also, it is very difficult to tune -- if you haven't received blood -- in quite some time. I'm sure you can -- imagine." He sat down on the chesterfield, dark walnut set with navy velor cushioning, and patted the seat beside him, which John slipped into without complaint.

"How often did they give it to you?"

Daniel's eyes darkened a little. "At first... not at all. Until I agreed to help them." A little shudder. "They found it was... more effective, than the beatings. Then, if I -- behaved, every few -- days." He regarded John quietly for a moment. "Have you ever smelled -- opium? That was their scent. Sickly sweet resin. If I never smell that again, I will -- be very happy."

John gave a slow nod, lifting a hand to rest it gently on his chest. "... may I?"

Hesitation, then a slow nod. "Yes... thank you...."

He slipped his other arm along the back of the couch, curling around Daniel, letting his cheek rest lightly against the blonde hair, enveloped in the scent of honey. Closing his eyes, sending out little tendrils of thought. Exploring his form, the layers of skin and muscle and bone. Finding the damage, cold and black against the warmth of life. Rebuilding slowly, cell by cell, rewarded as Daniel's breath slowly deepened, relaxed, came more easily.

When he finally finished, he found himself feeling more exhausted than he'd expected. Pulling his hand away, Daniel's arms came up around him, curling into him, silent tears on his cheeks.

"Thank you," he murmured, voice thick with emotion. "It's... it's so good, John. Thank you."

He smiled, holding him, stroking his hair, finding the closeness, Daniel's warmth, his scent so enticing. "Shhh... the least I can do."

"Are you tired?" Daniel pulled back just a little to look up at him in concern, and if anything, the blue eyes were even more expressive with the scarring removed.

John hesitated, then gave a little rueful nod. "You're right... it does take a lot more concentration."

The doctor nodded slowly, his movements taking on that nervous, fluttery feeling that John so often saw in him. Like holding a sparrow in his hands, feeling the wings beat against his skin. "The vial I sent you..." hesitation, Daniel's normal eloquence failing for once, as he searched for the words. "I'm sorry, It wasn't much. You... you'll feel better if you... take from me."

He felt a surge of desire at the suggestion, the soft ache in his core that brought human desire with it. Finding Daniel's lips with his own hungrily, fingers tangling in his hair. "You sure....?"

"You won't hurt me," Daniel breathed softly, more than a little shy, then murmuring even more softly. "I... want to feel that again...." He offered John his hand, shirt sleeve falling back to expose the delicate skin on the inside of his wrist, and John kissed it, feeling his pulse fluttering under his skin. And suddenly, the honey was too overpowering, enticement too strong to resist. His mind opened a tear in his skin, his vein, without a second thought, sealing his lips to the skin.

God, but it was beautiful. What he'd had in the vial was nothing compared to this, rich and hot and sweet and alive, with a hint of honey. Sensation flooding through him, rushing through his veins like white-hot sparks. And he could feel so acutely the man in his arms, the pulse of his heart, the sharp gasps of pleasure pulled through well shaped lips. And his need, desire - or was that his own? Feeling like it would be impossible to have too much of him, impossible to be too close to him. And then something told him to stop, and he forced his attention to Tuning, to closing the wound he'd made. Licking away every trace of blood, then catching Daniel's mouth again, hungry, desperate, breathless, every nerve in his body alive and singing and wanting more.

Daniel responded with just as much hunger, his mouth hot and sweet, arms tight around him, fingers tangling in the back of his shirt, whimpering so deliciously against his mouth. Arching half over his lap, then moving to kneel over him, one hand slipping up to tangle in John's hair, holding him to the kisses.

John gave a low groan at the weight that settled over him, pressing him back in the couch. At the heat and pleasure that arched through him from every place his body touched Daniel's. And his mind couldn't focus to ponder the logistics of what they were doing, just that he needed him, needed to be closer to him. Fingers fumbling with the buttons of his vest and shirt, stroking hungrily the bare skin underneath, soft but uneven with scar tissue. He felt a sharp flare of anger as his fingers registered the scars, and held Daniel closer, protective, possessive. Not being able to stand the idea of anything hurting Daniel. Wanting to touch and kiss and possess every inch of him.

He tugged the fabric from his shoulders, his arms, mouth moving to claim the soft skin of his throat, feeling the pulse of his heart under the skin, hard and fast. Lost in the taste of his skin, in the whimpering gasps of pleasure pulled from the Doctor's throat as he nipped at it, at the crook of his neck, at his shoulder. Removing his hands from Daniel's skin only momentarily to allow the Doctor to remove his own shirt, and the sensation of that soft, bare skin again his own made him groan, made his hands clench on Daniel's ass, pulling him closer as Daniel's hips bucked against his. "Oh - !"

"John..." His name, whispered, breathless and desperate against his lips. Daniel's hands between them, tugging at his belt, at zippers and buttons, the sensations maddening, the rush from Daniel's blood still hot in his veins.

"I don't know what we're doing," John found himself speaking, softly, words a soft moan. "But I need you so bad...."

Daniel drew a fluttering breath against his mouth, like sparrow's wings. "I'll teach you," he whispered, lips pink from the desperation of their kisses, parted as he tried to catch his breath, pulling back just a little to try and think. "I... oh, this is quite...." he gave a little helpless shake of his head. "Not here. Please come." The doctor pulled away and stood, regretfully, and John gave a soft moan at the loss of contact, the loss of his weight. He stood as well, ignoring abandoned clothing and slipping an arm tightly around Daniel's waist, pressed to his side, needing the closeness. Nuzzling his hair as they moved, kissing his neck, hardly noticing when they entered Daniel's bedroom. The doctor turned in his embrace, turned to press close again, for sweet, hungry kisses, for the intimacy they both craved. Hands moving swiftly back to John's belt, finishing their work, pushing away the fabric. Fingers slipping around the core of his desire, making a different kind of sparks burst behind his eyes, making him gasp and groan, hips rocking into Daniel's hand.

"Ohh, god...!" His gasped words against Daniel's mouth broke the kiss, and the doctor's other arm tightened around him, keeping him close. But he could feel Daniel's fluttery nervousness, anxiety a sharp contrast against the hot shocks of sensation that Daniel's hand was creating, shocks of pleasure up his spine to his brain.

"John... do you trust me?"

He tore his mind from the pleasure to focus, to kiss him again, to smooth a hand down Daniel's mid line, down over his slacks, cupping his erection, smiling as the doctor reacted much as he had, gasping, grinding against his hand. Maybe it was his imagination, but he thought he could feel it, extra shocks of pleasure from Daniel. "Always, Daniel, always and always...." His fingers moved, feeling clumsy, tugging at his slacks, at his belt, and it seemed to take much longer than it actually did to rid him of the rest of his clothes. Closing his hand around Daniel's cock without thinking twice, and that he could definitely feel, Daniel's pleasure and relief and more desire and need, his trembling gasps of pleasure fluttering against his lips.

"Please..." Daniel tugged him back toward his bed, and they tumbled together into desperate kisses, bodies tangled together, arching, grinding, hands dancing over skin as if to memorize each others forms. But no matter how John squirmed he couldn't get close enough to appease the ache, the need.

"Kneel up, please -" Daniel's words in a nervous rush against his mouth, though John couldn't understand why his lover felt so anxious, even now. He kissed him, hands stroking over his back, trying to be reassuring, but the desire was too strong to slow down. It took an almost painful effort to pull away, to follow Daniel's instructions, but the other man was pressed close to him again without delay, over his lap like he been had on the couch, his frame shivering, kisses trembling, and John could feel a heady mix of desire, need, anticipation, and nervousness coming from him.

He slipped a hand to curl around his erection again, stroking him slowly, wanting to feel more of Daniel's pleasure, draw him past the anxiety. Impulsively, he broke from Daniel's kisses to catch his own bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard, harder despite the flash of pain, hard enough to draw blood.

Daniel drew a sharp breath, something in his eyes a little wild at the touch of blood. He moved forward instantly, catching John's bloodied lip to lap at the wound with a little helpless groan. Holding John's lip between his, suckling hungrily, and the sensation from it felt almost raw, primal, desperate desire and need and ache, and John shuddered helplessly with the intensity of it all. He felt Daniel's fingers curl around his cock again, stroking him, wet and slick with -something -, but he didn't have time to wonder, because Daniel had moved, temporarily relinquishing John's mouth, moved to kneel up higher, holding on to the headboard.

"Need you," Daniel whispered, and then John was inside him, bucking up to meet Daniel's ass as the blonde rocked onto his aching cock. Bucking up deeper into him, crying out helplessly against the incredible heat and tightness, shocked beyond words at what was happening. He bloodied his lip again, catching Daniel's mouth, and this, finally, this was what he'd been craving, the closeness, being inside him, muffled, helpless groans against his mouth. The connection to Daniel, the feedback from him as their bodies moved as one - pleasure, sensation, elation - only enhanced it, made him buck up harder into him, fingers curling around Daniel's erection, stroking him in rhythm with their bodies.

Daniel's fingers dug into his shoulders almost painfully, whimpering breathlessly against his mouth, unwilling to release his lip, to lessen any part of their contact. John could feel an incredible elation from him, euphoric relief mixed with hot desire, and the sense that this finally, finally was what he'd needed, his salvation. John shifted a little under him for a better angle, to rock up deeper into him, and was rewarded with the most delicious, helpless cry from Daniel, feedback of the most intense, aching pulse of pleasure. Moving together faster, harder, aiming to cause that again and again, addicted to the heat and pleasure of Daniel's body. John's fingers tightened ever so slightly around Daniel's cock, entirely lost to the drug of their pleasure, to the sensation that was building, hard and fast and irresistibly powerful, like flood waters held back by a dam. And then Daniel's tongue was in his mouth, taste of blood, his own and Daniel's, and everything broke free all at once - the flood waters, the rush of blood, the stars behind his eyes. Pleasure so intense he could hardly breathe, his body shuddering, nerves singing, Daniel's body shuddering around him, his pulse racing, hammering in his ears. A harsh, throaty cry of pleasure from one, or both? of them, and emotion - the strongest wave of love and adoration and wonder, so strong that he could hardly breathe.

He became slowly aware of his breath, gasping against Daniel's mouth, his mind slowly beginning to function again, though not enough to question himself as he lifted his hand to his mouth, licking the skin clean of the thick, salty fluid. It wasn't the same as his blood, but it still sent the nicest shiver through his veins, gentle and calming in the aftermath of so much intensity. He registered surprise from Daniel as he did so, a breathless, happy laugh, like sunshine, and he gathered the blonde up in his arms, unwilling to break contact quiet yet, kissing him softly, protectively. "So good, Daniel...."

"Yes..." Daniel breathed, letting his forehead rest against John's, as if not quite trusting his voice. Fingers stroking through John's curls, over and over. Soft wonder and thankfulness.

"Will I always be able to feel you like this?" John murmured, and Daniel smiled.

"I don't know. I... hope so." A little shy smile. "I felt nothing from Them, but... perhaps this is what, in them, created their collective memories. Perhaps our gift as humans is to share emotion...."

John returned the smile, bringing up a hand to stroke his cheek gently, to touch the impossibly smudged glasses, which Daniel removed with a soft laugh, setting aside on the bedside table. He kissed Daniel gently, warmly. "Why did you feel so anxious about this, love? Not because I haven't... with a man...?"

Daniel shook his head slowly, and was silent for a moment, a little sad smile playing about his lips. "It... has been a long time," he started slowly, "A very long time since I've been close to anyone at all, in any fashion, maybe longer than you can understand. Far before you were born, John." An apologetic smile at John's flash of surprise. "I don't know how old I am, I stopped keeping track. But I had been helping Them with their work for a very, very long time. Alone." He wet his lips. "When I... when I injected you, when I gambled... I knew that one way or another, I would die, John. By their hands, or from hunger, without their blood. But anything was better than keeping on like... that."

John brushed his well shaped lips with his thumb, and was rewarded with Daniel kissing it gently. "And now, love?"

Blue eyes met his with a sense of wonder, a shiver of the most intense happiness. "This is more than I could have ever dreamed of, John. Thank you so much."

John shook his head just a little, leaning in to kiss him, gentle and warm. For now, the ache had subsided, left with just the incredible need of fulfillment and completion. "No.. thank you," he murmured, fingers cupping Daniel's cheek. "Beautiful Daniel...." And even though he didn't need to say what they could both feel so strongly, the words came anyway, sweet and true and it felt so good to say them. "I love you so much."

~fin~

If you like Dark City Slash, be sure to check out the prequal to this PWP, "Chocolate and Honey" or my first work, "Dreams of Darkness and Light".
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