Music VI: Dancing Madly
by Te
1/99

Disclaimers: I really, really wish they were mine...

Spoilers: Nary a one.

Summary: Morning with Vic and Mac.

Ratings Note/Warnings: NC-17 for language and utterly 
irredeemable smut.

Author's Note: Just because I wanted to. Takes place the 
morning after "Music V: Somewhere in the Circle." I don't 
think it's necessary to read the others in the series 
first, but it would make me smile if you did.

Acknowledgments: To Rae for fine audiencing, to Dawn 
Pares for encouragement and unbelievable tolerance, and 
to my Hottiedillo Alicia for realdamnfine beta.

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Music VI: Dancing Madly
by Te
thete1@earthlink.net
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It was his own shiver that woke him. Cool morning air on 
his -- curiously damp -- spine and Vic was up and ready to 
face the day. 

Well, his cock was, at least. It didn't take long for him 
to realize that Mac was causing the shivers, trailing wet 
kisses all over his back.

"Mmmm... I never pegged you for a morning person, Ramsey." 
Muttered into the pillow.

"All I need is a good reason to wake up."

Mac followed his words with several flat, hungry licks just 
between Vic's shoulderblades. Vic was *sure* he could feel 
the pattern of the linen on his cock.

Vic tried to turn over but Mac stopped him with light 
pressure on one shoulder. 

"I'm not done yet."

Vic squirmed and started to rock a little into the 
mattress. As expected, the movement was answered with a 
hand on his ass. But Mac merely caressed him lightly, 
seemingly far more intent in cataloguing the motion than in 
arousing him further. 

"Morning person... thorough... observant... Mac, just how 
much *don't* I know about you?"

The hand slipped between his legs to rove down one thigh, 
squeezing the muscle briefly. Vic felt Mac trying to get a 
leg between his own and spread obligingly. Mac sighed 
humidly against his neck, began to nuzzle. 

"I'm not really sure, partner... but I do hope you'll be in 
for many more pleasant..." Mac began to play with his 
balls. "... surprises."

"Ohhh, fuck yeah."

Vic spread a little more, prompting Mac to growl quietly 
and thrust his own erection against Vic's hip.

"Christ, Vic, if I'd known you'd be such a slut --"

It was almost funny the way the other man cut himself off. 
Or it would have been if the teasing and nuzzling hadn't 
stopped, too. 

"I didn't mean --"

"... it in a bad way, I know, don't stop." He couldn't 
bring himself *not* to say it, despite the blush he felt 
creeping over his cheeks.

Mac pressed himself closer, smiling against his cheek. 
There was, abruptly, one clever finger stroking Vic's 
perineum and he moaned, rubbed his cock against the sheets 
a little harder.

"Does this mean I can call you names?"

"When have you ever *asked* -- oh Christ."

That finger moved a little further back. He'd done this 
before -- though discretion had been the rule on the force 
-- but it was always surprising just how sensitive he could 
be.

"Get up on your knees for me, Vic?"

"Y-yeah... OK." 

He complied without thought, and Mac scooted forward to 
kiss him hotly, muttering incoherently into his mouth 
before pulling back again. Strong hands roving his body, 
now teasing at his navel, now sliding along his back as if 
to prepare for a massage. His cock was given far too brief 
a stroke and then Mac was moving again, mattress dipping 
and rising with his progress. 

Thumbs on his ass and Vic took a deep breath, wondering how 
long before he was allowed to start begging. Mac began 
kissing him again, messily, rubbing his stubbled chin on 
him and --

"More, Mac..."

The other man didn't hesitate, spreading him wide and 
shoving in his tongue, a sudden liquid fuck that made Vic 
cry out. It seemed wrong somehow that something that good 
could come without pain, but Mac clearly wasn't bothered by 
such thoughts, working his tongue with easy speed. Vic 
started trying to push back into it, desperate for more, 
his cock harder and heavier with each breath.

It stopped as suddenly as it had started, Mac breathing 
hard against him, stubble catching on sensitive flesh. Vic 
bit his lip to keep from cursing. And then switched to 
prayers of gratitude when Mac reached between his legs to 
get at his balls again, bathing them with his tongue before 
beginning to suckle.

The thought of that mouth on him made him jerk almost as 
much as the touch itself, his mind more than assiduous in 
providing otherwise unavailable images. Cool air now and 
his cock was leaking, begging. Mac tongued a slow, hard 
stripe up his perineum and his hips followed helplessly. 
Vic felt sweat break out all over his body and the air was 
thick with their mingled scents. 

Mac nuzzled against his entrance, planting light kisses and 
whispering, or perhaps just breathing. It was too quiet to 
tell and when Vic felt a brief flash of pain in his 
knuckles he was unsurprised to see them white with tension, 
hands fisted in the sheets. And Mac was fucking him with 
his tongue again, slow and thorough.

Vic didn't bother to try holding in his moans anymore, 
there was no point with the way his hips were rolling with 
the sensations. Mac was relentless, each impossibly 
substantial thrust pushing him closer to the edge. It 
seemed as though he should be slammed into the mattress, 
and the fact that he wasn't was growing terrible.

"Mac, fuck me --"

The words seemed to ignite the other man, and the feel of 
his groan there was somehow as ludicrously sensual as the 
rough squeeze to Vic's cock that accompanied it. Mac pushed 
him down and *crawled* up his body, cock hard against his 
ass, arms braced to either side of his head. And then Mac 
eased himself down, blanketing Vic with his weight and 
skimming his hands down Vic's arms, seizing his hands in a 
gut-coiling echo of the night before. 

"Do you have anything?"

"Night table..."

"Mmmm..."

And then Mac just lay there, occasionally shifting, 
nuzzling Vic's face in seeming unconcern to the ache Vic 
felt in his bones.

"Are you planning on taking a *nap*?"

"Impatient sonofabitch, aren't you?" The smirk was clearly 
audible. "I'm not the one who made us wait a *year*..."

"It was a few weeks, and I seem to recall you holding us up 
with a goddamn gunshot wou--"

"Whatever, it felt like eight years."

"Which is why you aren't fucking me yet."

"Yes, actually. The buildup is killing me. If I even 
*touch* a condom right now I'll shoot all over your back." 
Small, emphasizing thrust. 

"It's not fair that you're making sense, Mac."

Something between a kiss and a lick to his nape and Vic 
tried to bend his head, helpless not to encourage. 

"We're just... going to cool down a bit."

Vic smiled. "And then?"

"And then I'm going to fuck you, slow and deep."

"And then fast and hard."

Strangled cry from behind and above and Mac was gnawing on 
his throat, sucking and licking between bites. Marking him. 
Vic could feel the pace of his kisses increase, and grinned 
smugly into the pillow. Mac only *thought* he'd be making 
him wait. Quickening pepper of bites over his back and then 
Mac was off him again, rummaging in the drawer and tossing 
his prizes on the bed almost angrily. 

Vic turned on to his side and looked up at Mac through his 
lashes. "How do you want me?"

Mac's eyes widened and a drop of fluid pearled off the tip 
of his cock. "Slut *and* a bastard."

Vic licked his lips. "It was a very relevant question."

"Next time, I'm gonna tonguefuck you until you *die*, 
asshole."

"Fuck me, Mac."

The other man's eyes fluttered closed and he groaned. Vic 
knelt up to put the condom on for him, kissed lips that 
showed every sign of remaining hopelessly swollen for life. 
Mac grabbed Vic's shoulders, pushed him back a little so he 
could play with Vic's nipples. Vic arched into the touch, 
his cock brushing against Mac's. He gasped at the contact, 
and suddenly Mac slid his hands down to Vic's ass and 
pulled him close.

The hands settled into vise-mode and held him too tightly 
to thrust satisfactorily, and Vic could feel their 
heartbeats in two places, thudding wildly out of time in a 
counterpoint more suited to symphony than flesh. And then 
Mac broke the kiss with a sharp cry, pushing Vic to his 
back. Vic pulled his knees up and waited, stroking his own 
cock, Mac's eyes on him hungry enough to make it feel as 
though he was rubbing himself with some exotic glove, as 
opposed to his own hand. The man's gaze added weight to any 
activity, he'd found, and Vic dearly hoped Mac wouldn't ask 
him to come just yet.

Because he would.

And he wanted Mac to be inside him, first.

Mac closed his eyes, and it seemed his lashes pointed to 
his mouth, because it was all Vic could look at. At least 
until Mac flipped the cap on the lube and slicked his 
fingers. His eyes were still closed and he seemed to be 
moving by instinct, even though Vic knew he was just trying 
to keep control of himself. 

"Vic..."

He knew a request when he heard one, and he sat up again to 
tug the other man closer to the proper position, then 
grabbed Mac's wrist and pulled his hand down to where it 
belonged. Mac came the rest of the way on his own, crawling 
over Vic's leg and kneeling between his thighs, letting one 
slick finger trace his balls, and then further, and then 
further still until it nudged his opening. 

And then inside and *up* and Vic had to squeeze his own 
cock to keep from coming. Mac, thankfully, worked quickly, 
twisting the single finger around with practiced speed 
before sliding in the second. He scissored and thrust again 
and again, slowing and smiling with dreamy lasciviousness 
when Vic began to push back against the pressure. But he 
never opened his eyes. 

Just when Vic thought he'd go insane from the tease, Mac 
pulled out and slicked his own cock with a wince of need. 
He moved closer, nudging the head against Vic's cock, 
sliding it down the underside, letting it catch on each 
knuckle of the fist Vic had wrapped around himself, pushing 
at his balls, pausing briefly at his perineum... And Vic 
couldn't handle it anymore, thrusting up, trying to impale 
himself. 

Mac finally opened his eyes at the motion, eyes glazed over 
with shocked lust. He looked like a man who had walked into 
a surprise orgy in his honor where every object of his 
fantasies cavorted happily, invitingly... It was lovely, 
but --

"Come *on*, Mac, you're killing me here!" Mac grabbed Vic's 
hip with one hand and steadied his cock with the other, 
sliding in with one long, smooth glide that had them both 
groaning. When he was in, he settled for a moment, walking 
his hands up to brace himself over Vic again, leaning in as 
if for a kiss --

"I told you you'd beg me to fuck you,"

-- and then sucking Vic's protests down with his breath, 
sliding out and slamming back in. Mac pulled up again and 
began to fuck him in earnest, quickly finding a rhythm, 
gaze playing mongoose to Vic's snake. Another kept promise, 
and still another as Mac pulled out slow and slammed in 
hard, over and over until Vic gave up and let his head fall 
back. 

He could feel Mac kneeling up to shift angle by the sudden 
loss of looming heat. Vic settled his legs around the other 
man's waist and that seemed to provide some necessary cue, 
because Mac began again, harder now, crying out at his own 
thrusts. The sound was impossibly hot, softly insinuating 
near pain and raggedly held control. Vic worked himself 
harder onto Mac's cock, desperate for more. 

Mac's hand joined Vic's on his cock and forcibly slowed his 
strokes down, even as he fucked him faster. Mac was clearly 
determined to short his thoughts out somehow, and Vic 
decided that he might have a point. He forced himself to 
take his hand off his cock, fisted both hands in the sheets 
again to let Mac have his way.

Mac didn't disappoint, leaning in again to kiss him, 
fucking his mouth in a rhythm that was briefly -- nearly 
painfully -- different than either the one in his ass or on 
his cock. However, the other man *was* only human and it 
all evened out eventually to a ruthless assault, another 
promise kept. 

"So fucking sexy like this --" 

The words broke the kiss and Mac was up again, hips 
snapping and rolling, oiled with lust. Vic looked up to 
find the other man almost entirely flushed, riding out his 
own pleasure and Vic's, helpless to his own need. It was 
enough to roll his orgasm through him like a boulder moving 
downhill, crushing everything in its path, bouncing Vic up 
into an arch as he felt himself come apart under Mac's 
steady battering. 

And Mac just pushed knees gone liquid up and continued to 
fuck him. Vic was boneless under it, close to crooning, 
whispering what he hoped weren't entirely incoherent 
encouragements. He reached up to cup Mac's face, felt the 
tension even in the other man's jaw. Mac's eyes snapped up 
to pin his again and Vic ran his thumb over that mouth. It 
was sucked in immediately and Mac's body was racked with a 
massive shudder as he came, jerking unevenly for a few 
beautiful moments before collapsing on top of Vic. 

Vic reached up a few minutes later and stroked the other 
man's hair, damp with sweat and curling lightly.

"This is nice, Mac, but we're going to stick together."

"Mmph. Shh. 'm taking a nap."

"You've got chest hair, Mac."

The other man rolled off immediately, nearly fell off the 
bed, caught himself, snuggled close again. Stripped off the 
condom and tossed it with careless accuracy at the 
wastebasket before dipping a finger into the come drying on 
Vic's belly and sucking it into his mouth with a small, 
"Mmm."

"That was... Jesus..." Vic let himself trail off, figuring 
his point was made. 

"I have a confession to make."

"You only pretended to come and you're really going to 
climb back on and fuck me til I die?"

Mac snickered. "No, actually I woke up about a half hour 
before you did and jerked off for the sole purpose of being 
able to drive you insane when you *did* wake up."

Vic splayed his fingers in the other man's hair and 
stroked, earning a slow, animal stretch. "You're a sadistic 
bastard."

"Yes. I have another confession to make."

"Uh oh."

"I used your shirt."

"Let me get this straight. You woke up, jerked off --"

"While watching you sleep."

"While watching me sleep, and came into my shirt."

"Yes."

"And didn't wake me up."

"You look incredibly hot when you're sleeping, Vic. 
Helpless, unaware..."

"That's disturbing on a number of levels."

"Promise me you'll never tell me stories of your years in 
vice."

"I'm sorry, I just can't promise that, Mac."

"Bastard."

"You're the one who didn't wake me up for the morning 
show."

"'Morning show.' I don't care what you say, Victor, you're 
a voyeur."

"And a slut."

"Yes."

"And you're going to buy me a new shirt, you damned 
pervert."

Mac leaned up on one elbow and kissed him, sweet and brief. 
"Can't I just work it off in trade?"

"Ask me when I've regained the use of the lower half of my 
body."

"But, Viiiiiic... I don't *want* to wait a week..."

"Arrogant bastard."

"God, you really can't pick friends all that well, can 
you?"

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