Part Five

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This one goes out to Shaun for keeping me humble, and Sarita for boosting my ego! More SMUT, short chapter�with no excuses. Again, this is my first time with attempting anything of this nature, and I would appreciate any and all comments on it. Thanks and have at it!

DANIEL'S POV

I never thought that one little word would have the power to make my heart pound so hard and fast against my rib cage; never thought that three letters could make my breath catch in my throat and my eyes sting as I stared down at the beauty who uttered them.

"Yes�"

Oh, Christ, he said yes and I knew that if I hadn't already been painfully hard for him, that single word would have done the trick in no time flat. He stared up at me, looking past me really, but the earnestness and desire were written plainly over his face. With trembling hands I lifted the condom from where it lay by Darren's side and brought it up to tear into the package with my teeth; with uncooperative fingers I managed to extract the rubber; and with a hiss I rolled it onto my burgeoning erection, stroking myself to full hardness. Darren lay, motionless underneath me, seeming to be concentrating on every sound that I made. Still kneading myself slowly through the latex, I moved my other hand down to take his in an offer of assurance.

"You want this?" I asked, needing to be sure of his certainty.

A firm squeeze on my hand was my answer. "Yes�.do it Danny. Please�" Darren smiled at me trustingly and all I could do was pray that I was worthy of his faith. Never taking my eyes from his face, I reached for the tube of lube only to find Darren's hand covering it.

Confused I uttered, "Daz?"

"Allow me�?"

I nodded then cringed when it dawned on me that he couldn�t see the gesture, answering instead by leaning down and sucking on his lower lip. "�help yourself�"

Darren took the tube into his hands and stroked over it in an almost erotic way. After a moment of clumsy handling, he had the tube uncapped and a generous amount of the gelatinous substance cupped in his palm. He let the lubricant settle in his hand for a moment, while he reached out with the other to seek and find my erection. My body shuddered in anticipation when he touched me for the first time. With a sure grip, he palmed me, learning the feel of me. Meticulously, he brought his lubed hand to join the other and coated my condom-cover arousal with firm, teasing strokes.

Shamelessly, my hips rocked forward against each stroke and his lips quirked upwards in a slight smirk, knowing full well what he was doing to me. While I still had some coherency left, I moved to take the tube from his hand and coat my fingers, while pulling away from his tormenting grip. He pouted; I couldn�t resist leaning forward and kissing the pout away.

"None of that," I warned in a voice deep and laden with lust. "Not unless you want this finished�before it has even begun." As I spoke, I shifted to part his legs further and settle firmly between them, reaching down with KY coated fingers to press against the entrance to his body. Darren tensed and gasped in reaction, as one lubed digit slipped inside. "Calm�Darren. Be calm, love�" I soothed, rubbing at the inside of his thigh with one hand as my other hand worked to prepare him. A second finger joined the first, stretching and probing, as he writhed against me. After a time, I withdrew both fingers completely, applied more lubricant, and worked them back in again, followed by a third. I took my time knowing that failing to do so would bring him added, unnecessary pain. I realized that he was ready for me when he began to rock against my probing hand, but I asked anyway, "Ready love?"

"Oh, yes, Danny. God, yes!"

I removed my fingers from his body, helped him to drape his legs over my shoulders, and positioned myself to take him. I entered him slowly but forcefully, knowing that his muscles were going to react unfavorably to the intrusion. The first ring of muscle was the hardest, but soon it relaxed and allowed me to slip farther inside. Darren went rigid, his body tensing as the pain hit him, and he bit his lip tightly to keep from shouting as the agony traveled up his spine. He clenched his hands tightly into the mattress and I stopped in concern.

"Darren�?"

"Keep going," he ground out. "Don't stop; it'll pass!" I exhaled deeply then plunged myself in the rest of the way.

Tightness, heat, the exquisite feeling of being buried deep inside of him, of being linked to him in the most intimate way possible--it was overwhelming. Once fully sheathed I remained still, giving Darren time to adjust to the new sensation. He lay under me, his face twisted in an intense mixture of pain and pleasure. Small gasps of breath, little puffs of air, escaped his parted lips as he tried desperately not to cry out.

He was in pain; that was unacceptable.

I moved my hand to rub reassuringly over his hip, up and down, stroking in a gentle caress. With my lips, I lavished attention on his chest, nibbling and sucking at his peaked nipples, and relishing the taste of the salt on his skin. My hand then strayed from his outer thigh, moving to stroke along the soft silky flesh within, then wrapped once more around his hardness. I matched each stroke of my hand on him to the speed of my curiously laving tongue.

Suitably distracted the pain in Darren's face diminished, to be slowly replaced by a look of complete awe and pleasure. It wasn�t long before he began moving against me, his hips raising slightly, whimpers of need slipping from that sinfully delicious mouth.

I took that as a sign to proceed. Cautiously I withdrew, feeling him clench around me. Then I plunged forward again in one purposeful thrust, filling him completely. I did it again, closing my eyes in rapture as the warmth and tightness enveloped me in an attempt to wring the pleasure from my body. I shifted my hips to angle in and thrust deeper. Darren made a choked noise, his face becoming a mask of surprise as I managed to hit that spot inside of him causing him to thrash and jerk his hips upwards in response. Thrusting in again, his body arched against me.

I sped the pace, and Darren matched it, meeting me with every thrust. Though it had been cool in the room, our bodies began to bead with sweat, growing slick, making us slide against each other in such a way that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

"Ohhh, Danny," he moaned, sliding his hands down my spine, clutching me to him. One of his hands remained on my back, his blunt nails pressing into my skin, making me hiss in pain, which only served to heighten the sensation. His other hand moved downward to cup my arse in an attempt to take me deeper. Wordlessly, I groaned in return, then moved a hand up to draw him closer and seal his lips in a searing kiss. Once more, he matched my fervor, his tongue seeking and gaining entry to my mouth. He wickedly explored every inch of my mouth, expertly thrusting his tongue in and out, in the same rhythm as my thrusts inside of him.

He clenched his eyes shut tightly. I could feel his arousal, hot and hard, trapped between our straining bodies. Darren was growing close, the pressure and the pleasure building in him. I was taking him to the edge of control. In and out, fast, long, and hard. Every muscle in his body was tensed in anticipation; every muscle in my body was screaming for release. He bucked up against me once, hard, as I continued to fill him, then the tension broke and my name came spilling from his lips as his passion spilled between us.

"Daniel!" His beautiful blue eyes shot open again, as he climaxed, his face glowing in absolute ecstasy.

That look was my undoing. With one final, powerful, thrust and a keening cry, I grasped his body tightly against mine and came in a rush of heat and pleasure. I collapsed on top of him and our bodies both stilled in exhaustion. We lay there, still entwined together, panting for breath and buzzing in the warm electrical afterglow. I could feel the thrumming of my heartbeat all over my body, the blood ringing in my ears. Under me, Darren's heart was beating rapidly, and his chest heaved with labored breaths, my added weight pressing on him. I attempted to gather the energy to move, but Darren reached out to still me, keeping me linked to him. He moved a shaking hand to lightly trace over my face, lingering on my lips, then pulled me forward to seize my mouth. Then, energy gone, he flopped back onto the bed.

"Danny�that was. Oh. Wow�"

I had made the singer incoherent� I would have laughed out loud, if I had been in any semblance of a better condition myself. As it was, I felt that I was doing good just to be breathing normally again. I pushed myself up on my forearms, then carefully withdrew from Darren's body. He tensed and hissed a little as I did so, but soon melted bonelessly back into the mattress.

"Be right back," I whispered in his ear. Gingerly, I got up off of the bed and padded into the bathroom. Upon entering, I was confronted with my reflection in the mirror, grinning dazedly-and-tiredly back at me. Then the me on the wall grimaced as I glanced down and noticed what a mess I had become. Shaking my head ruefully, I dropped the used condom into the trash bin, then ran the sink taps on warm and reached to dampen a cloth. I coursed the wet towel over the stickiness, which covered much of my chest and abdomen.

Tossing the towel back into the sink, I stretched and glanced back at the counter where our toothbrushes were sitting; this caused me to smile lazily--Darren had accidentally used my toothbrush earlier when he was in the bathroom, and for some fucked up reason that fact made me absurdly happy.

Reaching over, I turned off the running water, rang out the towel, and moved to leave the bathroom again. Casting one final glance over my shoulder, I caught sight of my image in the mirror once more; it looked very content and I smiled to it before flipping off the bathroom light and walking out the door. Towel in hand, I made my way back over to a now drowsing Darren. "Dazza?"

He rolled over in the bed to face me. "Hmmmmm�"

My smile grew as I watched him; he looked like a debauched angel, tosseled hair, swollen lips, and glass-like, ocean-blue eyes that glimmered in the dim lighting. "Just checking to see if you were still awake," I told him as I slid back into the bed beside him. "Hold still." Taking the washcloth, I began to trace idle pathways over his chest and stomach.

Darren squirmed, "Danny, wha-?" His voice was tired, both from the remnants of the sedative he had been given at the hospital, and our heated activities mere moments before.

"Just cleaning you up a little," was my reply.

It wasn't long before most the remaining mess was cleaned, and Darren was drifting off again. Stooping to press a quick kiss to his forehead, I got up again, tossed the rag in the direction of the bathroom, and moved to pick Darren's discarded robe from off of the floor. Silently, I slipped into the robe and tied the sash around my waist. Glancing over to look at Darren, I saw that he had completely fallen asleep. Nodding once to myself, I walked over to the table in the corner of the room to retrieve a familiar, half crushed carton of cigarettes. Taking up a lighter as well as the box, I moved over to the sliding balcony door, opened it without a sound, and slipped out into the darkened night.

The night was beautiful and tranquil, but it could not come close to the peace that I felt inside. They sky was glowing in an orange haze from lights of the city, and a chilled breeze blew. I lit up a cigarette, clichéd�I know, and took a long, calming drag. Several stories below, the city sparkled and glimmered with life and light. Leaning casually on the balcony, I gazed out silently, smoking slowly and savoring the feel of the nicotine. My body was tired, but my brain had no intentions of going to sleep anytime soon.

It was then that all that has transpired over the past two days caught up with me. Wow�it was quite a lot to take in, but I felt no fear from it, as I thought that I would. Instead I was overcome by a devout sense of--wholeness. Everything felt�right. Darren and I, well, the thought of us was simply amazing. I don�t think that I have ever been happier in my life, and that thought scared the shit out of me. Not only had I acquired a lover, but also a whole mess of worries. I was plagued with thoughts of what could possibly happen in the near future for us. Darren's blindness and health weighed heavily on my mind. His impending operation, with what risk it had involved, made me want to smoke my entire pack of cigarettes in sheer nervousness. And what traumas the rest of this week had in store for us, I did not know, and frankly, I did not really want to find out.

The cigarette burned down to ash as my mind wandered, and I crushed butt on the balcony's railing, then tossed it over the side. The breeze picked up again causing me to shiver and long for the comfort of my sleeping lover's arms. With one last look at the skyline, I turned to go back into the room. Darren was still asleep, curled up on one side, arm reaching towards the edge of the bed that I should have been occupying. He didn�t stir when I slipped back into the bed beside him. I drew his sleeping form into my arms, and only then did he move to cuddle up against me. So cute�

I held him close to me, grateful to have him in my arms, and let the soothing rhythm of his breathing lull me into the land of darkness and dreams where he, the other half of my soul, was waiting.

TBC