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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[a_very_distinctive]

"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."

[dann_0]

"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."

[a_very_distinctive]

"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.

[a_very_distinctive]

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.

[dann_0]

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.

[a_very_distinctive]

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.

[dann_0]

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.

[a_very_distinctive]

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."

[dann_0]

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."

[a_very_distinctive]

"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.

[dann_0]

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?"

[a_very_distinctive]

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.

[dann_0]

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.

[a_very_distinctive]

"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?"

[dann_0]

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.

[a_very_distinctive]

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.

[dann_0]

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.

[a_very_distinctive]

"Yeah." Eliot pushes the fingers of one hand lightly through Danny's hair, gentle and exploratory for the moment, while the other slides to his hip, brushing over warm skin as he pushes into the kiss. The promise matters just as much from Danny's side, maybe more, considering how deep his instinct and conditioning run to obey a Guide.

His breath stutters out on a groan and he ruts almost mindlessly against Danny at the request, his higher brain functions pretty much blanking out for a breathless moment. "Jesus, sweetheart," he rasps when his brain comes back online, and ducks his head to press his nose into Danny's crown, breathing in his scent. "You might be the death'a me at this rate, but it'll be a helluva way t'go."

He can't help but grin as he shifts his weight just enough to trip Danny into the bed, hitting the mattress with a carefully calculated bounce. He rolls them both so they're properly on the bed, and he can straddle Danny's hips, hands braced to either side of his head as he ducks back in for another kiss while he rolls their hips together in a long, slow undulation. "That's a request I'll be more'n happy to deliver on."

[dann_0]

Danny gives a little squeak of surprise when he is tipped over, and he clings to Eliot. But then as soon as they are on the bed he grins and kisses back. But he is pretty soon moaning at the way Eliot's hips roll against him. "I am glad to hear that." He lets his hands drag over Eliot's back, nails digging in enough to leave marks that will fade in minutes. Still testing the waters. Still learning to know this man. His Sentinel. "I hope you won't mind delivering more than once either."

He leans up to nip at Eliot's neck, taking advantage of the fact that Eliot has to use at least some of his strength to keep himself up over Danny. His hand slides over a bicep and then up over his shoulder, admiring the strength there. He wonders for a moment if Eliot knows how hot he is. "Because I have a few other requests later, they'll all involve fucking me senseless."

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Eliot arches up into the press of Danny's nails, eyes darkening further as he rolls their hips together again, and again. "Christ, sweetheart, the way you feel an' the noises you make." He's usually so careful with lovers, not to leave marks or encourage them to, but all he wants right now is to mark Danny so thoroughly that no one will be able to look at him without knowing he's taken, and he wants to wear as many damn marks as Danny's willing to leave in return.

He huffs a laugh, warm and low, and grins down at Danny. "Just so long as you don't mind waitin' for a bit before round two, I'm not exactly sixteen anymore." Even if he almost feels it right now, and he tips his head with a hiss of indrawn breath as Danny's teeth press into his throat, wordlessly encouraging even as he shifts most of his weight down onto one elbow to make it easier for Danny to reach. And to free up a hand so he can run it down Danny's flank and over his hip, nails scratching lightly for now.

"Can't think of a damn thing I want more right now that t'fuck you 'til neither of us can walk, darlin'."

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Danny can't help but moan against his skin as Eliot keeps the grinding up. But once he is satisfied that the mark won't fade too quickly he pulls back. "Good. I want someone who can last a bit longer than a sixteen-year-old, and who don't mind if we need a bit of a breather after." Eliot might be the older of the two, but Danny isn't a spring chicken himself.

The nails on his hip make him hiss and he licks his lips as he looks up at Eliot. "Do that again, please?" He does like it rough with someone he can trust. It makes his whole body hum with pleasure and his nails dig in a little more at Eliot's sides. "I like it."

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"That I can def'nitely deliver on," Eliot promises, smirking as Danny reacts to the drag of his nails in a way that makes his hips stutter a little.

"Yeah?" His voice drops a little lower, rumbling in his chest, and this time he scratches a little harder. Not quite enough to leave marks, but more than enough to be felt. "You want it harder, sweetheart?" Eliot's... flexible when it comes to sex. He likes it slow and gentle and sweet, but he's also a fan of hard and fast and rough with the right person, and he's more than willing to do this however Danny wants.

[dann_0]

Danny's breath catches just as he is about to answer and all that comes out instead is a moan. There is too much here, too much desperate need. Too much trust. The way he can feel Eliot's voice as much as hear it. He trembles a little. Right now Eliot owns him, ever single bit of him and there is nothing outside the two of them that matters.

Eventually he finds his voice between the little moans and pants. "I want you, anyway I can have you." He breathes.

[a_very_distinctive]

Eliot ducks down to catch Danny's lips as he moans, wanting to feel the way his breath shudders with it. "You can have me any way you want me," Eliot murmurs against his lips, punctuating the words with another deep kiss. "But right now I really wanna open you up an' fuck you."