PSL: Sentinel AU

[dann_0]

Danny is Steve's guide. He is still pretty new at it and working with a Sentinel who has some bad experiences. To top if off, while working a case in Portland he finds out that a guide can have more than one Sentinel who is their perfect match.

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[dann_0]

"Yeah, you can get that without the sleeping in a tent and bugs and everything." But he sighs. He knows when he is up against someone being far too stubborn for his own good. When Eliot pulls him close and kisses him he melts a little against Eliot's chest and then smiles warmly. "I like being in it. It feels safe."And it does. He trusts Eliot more than he should but that doesn't seem to bother him. "And that smells amazing."

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Eliot just smirks in answer. Doomed, Danny.

"Good." He curls a hand around the nape of Danny's neck in a brief, remarkably gentle caress, then slides into the seat across from him. "Make sure you get plenty'a protein, sweetheart, I plan on you needin' your strength."

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Danny raises an eyebrow at the smirk, but he doesn't say anything. The comment makes him grin and he settles into his chair and then moves to pour wine into their glasses. "In bed and not out in some forest I hope?" That being said he does pour a glass of water for each of them as well. Hydration is important.

Once the food is served he takes a mouthful and closes his eyes in bliss. Danny's never been one to hide his feelings, especially about food. He makes a soft sigh of pleasure as he swallows and then he looks back at Eliot. "Damn that is good."

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"We'll leave the forest for some other trip," he answers, lifting his wine glass in salute before taking a sip.

Eliot has his own fork halfway to his mouth when Danny takes his first bite, and he just stops with it paused in med-air, watching the look on Danny's face, feeling the soft sound of pleasure he makes like a gut punch. Christ, he might not survive this meal at this rate, not with how much he wants this man. This almost complete fucking stranger, and Eliot wants him more than he can ever remembering wanting anyone. More than he'd wanted Aimee... more than he'd wanted Boyd.

By the time Danny opens his eyes again Eliot's recovered himself, takes his own first bite and washes it down with another sip of wine before answering. "Yeah, well, given I get paid t'cook it'd be pretty said if it wasn't," he points out. And at least the fact that Danny's enjoying his cooking this much makes it a bit easier to hold out and be patient for after.

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Danny glances up at him, he can feel the want washing of Eliot and honestly it is quite intoxicating. He smiles a little, a warm smile. He likes it. He likes knowing Eliot likes this. "I'd say this is worth more than what you charge. But then again you often find the best food at places you don't expect it based on the prices alone."

He reaches for the wine and sips it, still looking at Eliot. "There are a couple of places in Hawaii I'd like to take you if you ever decide to visit." Eliot is as much of a stranger to Danny as Danny is to him, in some ways more since he doesn't have the same background check on him, but that doesn't bother him. Danny is just as affected by the connection between them as Eliot, and he doesn't have the walls in place that military guides have been trained to build. There is no filter, no safeguard, he just knows he feels safe around his Sentinels.

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That smile makes Eliot wish he was close enough to press his thumb to it, or just lean in and taste it, but he makes himself keep eating--because he wasn't lying about planning to expend a lot of energy when they're done here. "We could prob'ly charge more, but we don't need to, an' that's not the kind of vibe we're lookin' for. We're a solid, mid-range neighborhood brew pub; we get a bit of tourist business, but mostly we get by on local business, with a core of good regulars. Don't want t'be some snotty high brow place." No matter how much he enjoys 'cuisine', both cooking and eating it, it's not the atmosphere any of them want to live and work in.

Eliot tips his head a little, his own wine glass in hand. "It prob'ly ain't a good idea for me t'spend much time there, but... maybe a short visit some time." If they can be sure that no one's tailing Danny's friend, keeping tabs on who he interacts with, because falling into the orbit of a supposedly offline Sentinel... well, there are still people in the government and military who know what he was, but supposedly isn't anymore. People who might recognize him and start asking questions.

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"Not to mention no way I would have found you had it been an upscale place. I really only go to those places on special occasions." He takes a few bites more. "Will it be a problem if I stop by after I drop by the station tomorrow to look over the paperwork? Maybe I'll try another one of the beers."

"Yeah, a short visit should be fine. Just when I don't have Grace. I don't want to have to keep my hands off you." Come to think of it, he'd really rather not share the Eliot time with anyone. Well, maybe Steve but that is more about letting the two of them meet and get to know each other. "What do you think about meeting Steve again?"

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"Guess it's good we're in the price range of a hard workin' cop, then." He's already finding it hard to imagine not knowing Danny, not trusting him, not wanting him in his life in whatever capacity he can have him... which is still terrifying, in its way, but it's also not something he seems to be able to fight.

"You're welcome any time, sweetheart." His secret's out, and there's no point trying to hide much of anything from Hardison. Or Parker. "Just don't tell Hardison you like his beer, it goes to his head." He smirks and works his way through more of his own meal, then chases it with another sip of wine.

He isn't bothered by the idea of Danny not wanting him around his kid, there are plenty of reasons he shouldn't, after all, entirely aside from the most basic one of not wanting to have to keep things G-rated, or explain why Daddy's being visited by some strange man. "I think that's somethin' you're gonna wanna ask Steve," he points out, jaw working a little as he looks away. Because they might not be bonded, or fucking, and Steve might have been supportive of the idea of Danny helping him, but... he'd be willing to lay odds this wasn't what the other Sentinel had in mind. "That's his stompin' grounds, not mine."

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"Yeah." Danny can't imagine not having found Eliot. If just one little thing had gone differently he wouldn't be sitting here, eating amazing risotto in the company of a man he feels utterly safe with. He laughs at the comment about the beer. "I'll make sure to find something to comment on. Or maybe I'll rub it in and order something that's not beer."

The grin fades a little. "Of course. I plan on telling him... Well, maybe not every detail but what's going on. It is unfair to ask either of you to trust me if I am not honest with you. And he'll get the final say. Just like you will about him coming here. I know he already did but I mean in the future. I'd like you both to get along, for no other reason than it makes planning things easier, but it's not really something I can ask, it is up to the two of you."

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"Well, that might be a little too mean," Eliot concedes. "I just don't wanna get stuck listenin' to him get goin' on how we should set up a bottling plant an' get into competition with Sam Adams an' Redhook again."

Eliot goes quiet, still not quite looking at Danny as he answers, chewing over his words and feeling the honesty in them. Which doesn't mean they'll stay true, but there's no question Danny means what he's saying right now. "I got no problems with your boy, sweetheart. You do what you need t'do an' we'll work things out." Or this will crash and burn and Eliot will figure out how to pick up the pieces of his life, he's pretty much ready for all possibilities. He thinks.

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Danny seems happy with that. "I am not sure how he'll take this. I just need to make sure he knows I am not leaving him. You're both stuck with me now." He smiles a little at Eliot and reaches out to take his hand. It is warm and comforting. His Sentinel.

He finishes the food in a few more bites, enjoying them quite a lot. He waits for Eliot to finish before he stands to clean away the dishes. As he takes Eliot's he leans down to kiss him softly. "Stay here, you did the cooking after all." He is thorough with the cleaning, making sure it is well done enough to satisfy a sentinel with military training. Living with steve had trained him in a few ways at least.

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Eliot's not sure if he wants the voice in the back of his head saying there's no way this can work--that Danny's going to go back to Hawai'i, to the Sentinel he's known and worked with for years, and that'll be that--to shut the fuck up, or if he should be listening to it and walking away now, before this whole mess fucks him up even more. It's a moot point, though, when Danny reaches for his hand and he can't do anything but reach right back and twine their fingers together in a warm, firm grip. And christ, he can feel the incipient bond right there, pulsing between them like a living thing, and he knows he could reach out and give it a push, slot it into place with barely any effort and use it as a leash to bind this man to him, like it or not... and the fact it even occurs to him as a possibility makes his stomach twist and he gives Danny's hand a squeeze before pulling away to finish his risotto.

He knows just how easy it is to force a bond if there's enough compatibility, he saw it too many times back in the day, and it's not something he's going to be a party to, dammit. So he finishes his food quietly, and tips his head up for Danny's kiss like it's a habit of months or years, not a first as Danny bends to take his plate. "Guess I can do that," he answers, and he's surprisingly comfortable about Danny in his kitchen, handling his things, as he tops off both their wine glasses and leans against the counter to watch. Forget comfortable, he likes the sight of Danny there, and the only thing that'd make it better is if he was barefoot and rumpled and wearing Eliot's clothes. It's a sight he's hoping to see in the morning.

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Danny smiles at him. He can feel the something between them as well, but unlike Eliot, he has no idea what it is. So he thinks it is just the way it is supposed to be. He hums a little to himself as he works. It might not be cooking, and he does enjoy that, but there is something about being here that just puts him in a good mood. Soon enough he is done and comes over to lean against Eliot and lean in to kiss him.

"So.. You had some ideas for the night's entertainment?" He smirks and reaches up to run his fingers through Eliot's hair.

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Eliot wraps an arm around Danny's shoulders and holds him close, ducking down to meet his lips with a pleased hum. "Got some ideas, darlin'," he answers, tipping his head into Danny's hand and letting his eyes drop half shut with pleasure as strong fingers run through his hair and drag along his scalp. He's broken men's wrists for touching his hair without warning, but then he's also always made it clear in advance it's a no go. He's pretty sure he doesn't have any no gos where Danny's involved, which is... terrifying, frankly.

"For starters, I wanna taste every damn inch of you." He punctuates the words with another slow, deep kiss before drawing back. "You got any problems with that?" he asks, grinning.

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Danny purrs and grins when Eliot leans into the touch. The hair something that he enjoys playing with both his own and clearly Eliot's. He tips his head up when Eliot kisses him again and prentends to think about it for a second. But then he shakes his head. "If I get to return the favor." He chuckles and starts to kiss his way down Eliot's chest.

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Eliot huffs a laugh at the answer, warm and pleased. "I think I can see my way clear t'that, darlin'," he answers, smoothing calloused fingers along Danny's jaw and then down his neck, pushing at the shirt he'd actually bothered to put back on, unlike Eliot. A fact he's very glad of as Danny's lips trail along conveniently bare skin.

"Christ, sweetheart," he rasps, other hand settling on Danny's head, fingers smoothing lightly through his hair. "Think we need t'move this to the bedroom 'fore I end up just bendin' you over the table."

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Danny grins up at him, eyes twinkling. "You say that like it is a bad thing." But he does straighten and stand, giving Eliot just enough room to move. He was getting older and while the idea of getting fucked right here in the kitchen sounds fun he knows his knee will complain later.

"Alright, lead the way to the bedroom."

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"Oh, it ain't a bad thing at all," he answers, grinning right back. "But first time-" First real time, other than frantic handjobs without even getting their clothes properly off while standing in the middle of the living room- "I wanna take my time with you, an' that'd be a lot more comfortable on a bed."

He tugs Danny up for another kiss, slow and deep, while he pushes Danny's shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor. When he pulls back again he backs towards the bedroom door, not really pulling away so much as tugging Danny in his wake, keeping his hands on him and ducking in for intermittent kisses as they make their way there.

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It doesn't take much to make Danny follow and as soon as they are in the bedroom he wraps his arms around Eliot and kisses his shoulders. There is no way he could hold Eliot there if the other wanted to get loose but for now, he lets the motion at least show that he wants Eliot's back towards him for the moment. He kisses his shoulders and his neck, hands running over his back. Exploring and teasing ever so slightly.

"Fuck you're hot." He mutters as he lets his nails drag along the skin before he moves to undo Eliot's pants. "So you like taking your time? Why does that sound like I am not going to be able to walk tomorrow?"

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Eliot shivers pleasantly at the drag of nails over his skin, breath hitching out on a rasping sigh as he continues to map the contours of Danny's body. He's apparently taking special pleasure in dragging his fingers through the thick hair on Danny's chest and belly, and skritching them down lower through the thicker trail disappearing into Danny's pants.

"Glad not t'disappoint, gorgeous," Eliot answers, warm and pleased and a touch amused. "An' I like all sorts'a things, but for a first time-" He smirks and drops his own hand to open Danny's fly. "I'd like t'take it slow, figure out what you like best, make it good," he finishes as he lets Danny's pants fall and drags his fingers lightly along the length of his cock.

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Danny groans into the touch and leans in close. As long as Eliot's hands are on him he has a feeling it will all be good no matter what it is. "Been a while, but I seem to recall really liking getting fucked. But slow and careful sounds good to me too, I want to figure out all the ways I can make you moan my name." He grins and leans into kiss Eliot as he rolls his hips into Eliot's hand.

He steps out of the pants and moves to get Eliot's pants off him, exposing more skin for his hands to explore. He takes his hand to drag him towards the bed.

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"You got no idea how glad I am t'hear that." Because he'd make the effort--will make the effort--if topping's important to Danny, but for all that he loves being with men, and wants Danny absolutely any way he can have him, he's not a fan of bottoming. "'Cause I can't think of much I want more right now."

He steps out of his own pants, glad he hadn't bothered with shoes or underwear, and lets Danny lead him to the bed, still stroking his cock lightly, almost teasingly, and sliding his hand farther down every so often to feel the warm heft of Danny's balls. They've barely started and he's already more turned on than he's been in years, hard and aching and so damn eager he feels like a sixteen year old again.

Eliot stops at the edge of the bed, tugging gently on Danny's hand to keep him on his feet, then lifts both hands to carefully frame his face as he leans in for another kiss. This one's slower and sweeter, though there's still plenty of heat behind it, but Eliot needs to stop for a moment, gather the already fraying edges of his control and make sure they're on the same page here.

"Christ, sweetheart, just bein' with you's already blowin' my control straight t'hell in the best possible way," he rasps as he pulls away, pressing his thumb to Danny's bottom lip and giving him a heavy-lidded, molasses slow smile. "But if I get too intense for you, or you even just change your mind, I need you t'remember that you can stop this any time you wanna. Just say the word an' it doesn't hafta be more'n a blowjob or a handjob an' making out, you got it?"

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Danny grins. He does not say no to topping, but nothing about the way Eliot acts screams of a man who prefers to bottom. Besides, Danny is enjoying the way Eliot is manhandling him way too much and he knows from experience it is a little harder to do that when you're on the bottom. He looks over his Sentinel when the other man steps out of his clothes, admiring the view. When Eliot cups his balls he draws in a sharp breath and press into the touch. Eliot's not the only one feeling young and frisky again.

The next words make the smile soften but he fills with pride that even like this, even with him, Eliot cares enough to have this little talk. It only makes him trust Eliot more and he presses a kiss to the thumb before he nods. "I got it." Then he reaches out and strokes a few hairs back from Eliot's forehead. "Same goes for you babe, if I am asking for too much or you change your mind, we'll stop or slow down." That isn't just for in bed, but for everything about this but he hopes Eliot understands that.

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Christ, he is so damn screwed, because his stomach just about bottoms out at that smile, all soft and warm with an edge of pride to it. He wants to make Danny look like that all the time. His eyes slip half shut at the brush of Danny's fingers across his forehead, tender and familiar in a way he's almost forgotten ever having. There's something about it that reaches deeper than any more salacious intimacy.

"Ain't gonna happen, sweetheart," he answers, voice low and a little strained, heart beating an erratic staccato. "Pretty sure there's not a damn thing you could ask for I wouldn't be fine with." Which probably isn't safe or healthy, but in his experience few things about being with a Guide ever have been.

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Danny smiles at that and leans in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "It doesn't matter if you think you won't use it, it matters that you know you can." He kisses him again and then smirks. "I think I know one request you won't mind though. Fuck me? Claim me and mark me and fuck me hard?"

He grins as he lets Eliot think about it for a second, his hands sliding down over Eliot's side as he leans down to kiss his chest.