Epilogue of sorts for my previous fic, Missing

December 28, 2004

"You sure?" Danny asked.

"Do it," Martin replied.

Danny's grin turned feral at the raspiness of Martin's voice. He picked up the silk ties and held them up for Martin to see. Then he moved to the side of the bed, and grasping Martin's right hand, tied one of the ties around his wrist and then secured it to the bedpost. Once it was tight, he did the same with Martin's other wrist and the other tie.

Martin tugged at his bonds, flexing his muscles, arching his back. They were not going to come loose.

Danny didn't know who was more excited by this, him or Martin. Both of their bodies had responded, their penises growing and hardening quickly.

"God, you're a sight," Danny whispered, in awe.

"So what are you gonna do with me, now?" Martin asked.

"Tease the hell out of you, for starters," Danny replied, leaning over to kiss Martin's mouth.

He finished the kiss by licking the side of Martin's face, and then his ear, sucking on the lobe. He nibbled his way down Martin's neck, stopping to suck at his carotid artery, eliciting a groan from Martin.

"Like that, huh?" Danny asked with a smile.

"You know I do."

Danny moved down further, his hands following his tongue, touching Martin, caressing him, rubbing him... His lips latched onto a nipple and sucked and bit and Martin arched his back, moaned and begged Danny for more.

Danny rubbed the other nipple and gave Martin his wish, eventually leaving a small bruise surrounding the one he sucked on.

His fingers lightly massaged Martin's abdomen and hips, kneading them gently as his tongue teased its way around Martin's groin, laving every inch except where Martin wanted him.

"Fucking tease," Martin cursed quietly.

"I warned you," Danny replied lightly.

Then he continued his ministrations, moving his touches and kisses down one leg and up the other, until he reached Martin's groin again.

Again, Danny touched and kissed everywhere but where Martin wanted.

"Please, Danny," he begged. "You gotta touch me. I'm so hard."

"I know," Danny said, blowing lightly at the tip of Martin's penis. "And I will. Eventually."

Martin tried to get his hands free again, wanting to grab onto Danny, force him to touch him, but the ties held tight. Instead, he wrapped his legs around Danny's waist and squeezed them tight, forcing Danny's body against his own. He thrust his hips upward and rubbed his groin against Danny's.

"That's more like it," he said with a satisfied sigh.

"But that just ruins the whole point of tying you up, though, doesn't it?" Danny retorted, putting a hand to Martin's cheek, making him meet his gaze.

"Maybe you should've tied my feet, too, then," Martin replied, thrusting up once again.

"Next time," Danny groaned, meeting the thrust and grinding his hips into Martin's. "Oh, God, you feel so good," he murmured.

Danny leaned down and shoved his tongue into Martin's mouth and kissed him hard, any thoughts of teasing Martin now gone.

"C'mon, Danny," Martin whispered. "Do it."

Danny reached to his right, to where he'd put the lube and grabbed it, opening it without looking, and squeezing a large glob into his hand.

Martin hissed at the coldness of the gel as Danny pushed two slick fingers into him, then moaned as they began working his hole, fucking him.

"I want you, Danny. I want your cock in me. Now. Please," Martin gasped, spreading his legs out further.

"Yeah," Danny moaned his agreement, removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock.

"Danny!" Martin shouted as Danny filled him, consumed him, burned him.

He wrapped his legs around Danny's waist and pulled him in tight, needing him deeper.

"That's it, Fitz, pull me in, pull me in," Danny murmured. "God, you're so tight! I don't know how long I can last!"

Their bodies moved as one, thrusting, grinding, fucking one another as their lips and tongues matched movements, heating up the room. They voiced their ecstacy, moaning and groaning and calling out each other's names as they made love, other words no longer necessary, if even possible.

When it was all over, Danny sprawled atop Martin, the two men gently kissing each other, Danny reached for the ties at Martin's wrists.

Bringing his arms down with a groan, Martin immediately wrapped them around Danny and hugged him tight.

"That was great," he whispered.

"Not as I planned, but you're right, it was great," Danny responded.

Martin gently cuffed the back of Danny's head and laughed. Then he caught sight of his wrists. He showed them to Danny.

Danny kissed them tenderly.

"Still have those bandages? We could say you had a relapse," he said.

"Oh, like anyone's gonna believe that three weeks after the fact?" Martin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Worked last week."

Martin laughed out loud. "Maybe Jack will be the one to recommend a new doctor this time, instead of Samantha."

"Hey, if we can get away with it..."

END