|Starkindler (starkindler) wrote in 50episodes,|
@ 2007-08-11 21:49:00
|Entry tags:||csi new york, magnificent seven, starkindler:mac taylor|
Mac Taylor (CSI NY) Untitled Scene #2 (21: Flirty)
Title: Untitled Mac Taylor ATU Scene #2
Fandom: CSI: NY/Magnificent Seven
Genre: Slash, AU, Crossover
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Chris Larabee
Rating: Pre-Teen (PG)
Disclaimer: None of these shows are mine. Things you don't recognize from any of the shows…yeah, those are mine. No money being made here.
Summary: Chris meets the other man in Mac's life.
Written For: 50episodes challenge, Mac Taylor. Using Prompt #21: Flirty.
Mac groaned as he heard the knock on the front door. Climbing off Chris, he said, "That has to be Don. No one on my team would be crazy enough to show up here after the shifts we just had. They've already passed out by now."
"Don't keep the boy waiting. Answer the door," Chris said, smacking Mac on the ass as he passed by.
Mac glared down at Chris as he tightened his robe. "Behave yourself," he warned him, though try as he might, he couldn't keep the sides of his mouth from twitching upwards. "Don is my favorite Saurdain in the area, and I know you. You love to flirt with anyone who crosses your path."
"I do not," Chris said in a huff as he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked at Mac. "How gorgeous is he?"
Mac laughed and headed toward the door. He pulled it open to see Don with his hand raised to knock again. "Hey, Don. Come on in," he said, stepping back to let him inside.
"Hey, Mac. Nice robe," Don said with a smirk as he openly checked Mac out.
"Glad you approve," Mac said, a matching smirk on his face as he smoothed down the black silk.
A wolf whistle caught their attention, and Mac rolled his eyes when he saw Chris staring at Don. "Chris, you're starting to drool."
"You didn't tell me he looked like that," Chris said, his appreciative gaze causing a blush to rise up Don's cheeks, making him all the more enticing. "I think he's my new favorite Saurdain."
Mac's sigh was loud. "Don, this is Chris Larabee. Chris, this is Don Flack. He's an old friend," Mac told Don as he went around the sofa and smacked the back of Chris' head. "I found him on my doorstep earlier. You, get up."
"Oh, kinda like a lost puppy," Don said, chuckling at the grimace his description put on Chris' face.
"I'd like to think I warrant somethin' a little manlier than a puppy," Chris said, scooting over so Don could fit between him and Mac. "Why don't you come and sit down with us?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
"Don't mind him. He's always like this. He doesn't bite unless invited," Mac said, tugging Don down when he hesitated. "You have a change of clothes in the spare room, don't you?"
"Yeah, why?" Don asked, looking between the two.
"Oh, for Pete's sake, we're not going to jump you, Don. It's late, and you really shouldn't try to get home right after a feeding."
"I know you wouldn't, Mac. 'M not too sure about him, though," Don said, his eyes darting over to Chris.
"He's harmless, really. Besides, Martin knows how to keep him in line."
"Martin Fitzgerald?" Don asked.
"Yeah, he was turned around the same time I was," Chris said, sitting back to give Don some space. He really didn't want to scare Don off, but he was definitely going to have to have a talk with Mac at a later date. "In fact, he was one of several of our gang who ended up being turned."
"You ever heard of the Magnificent Seven?" Mac asked.
"Yeah, it was a movie, wasn't it?"
"And a television show," Mac agreed. "But they were based on a real life group. Chris' group."
"That's cool. So you were a real life cowboy," Don said, looking at Chris.
"I'm a rancher, not a cowboy. I own a ranch in Montana. Got a young couple takin' care of it right now, while I'm in New York."
"How long you stayin'?"
Mac looked at Chris. It wasn't a question they'd got around to discussing yet, and he was curious to know the answer himself.
"Well, that all depends on how long Mac is willing to put up with me. That, and I think I've found a little extra incentive to stick around for a while," Chris said, leering at Don.
Mac had to withhold a laugh as Don shivered and blushed again. "You eat yet?"
Don nodded and yawned. "Yeah, I just finished some leftover take out when you called. I'm good."
"Okay, let's do this, and you can get some sleep. I know you have to be almost as tired as we are."
Don nodded and turned to face Mac, moving closer to him, so that the shin of his left leg was pressed against Mac's thigh, and the other leg was draped over Mac's lap. He tilted his head and closed his eyes, giving himself over to Mac and ignoring the hitch of breath behind him.
Mac smirked at Chris and raised an eyebrow as he pulled Don's upper body closer. Focusing his attention back on Don, Mac slid his tongue along the smooth skin offered to him so willingly, waiting until he heard the little involuntary groan Don always made before sinking his teeth into Don's neck. He closed his eyes as the tang of blood slid over his tongue and down his throat.
Chris watched, his eyes never leaving Mac, loving to see the simple pleasure feeding brought him. It was something he never tired of watching in the two decades they were together. Hell, it was a feeling he loved to engage in as often as he could. When Nick turned him all those years ago, he never imagined the sheer enjoyment he would feel when feeding. Of course, he hadn't been thinking much about anything but surviving being shot at the time, either.
When Mac finally pulled away and Don turned on the sofa, Chris took the time to get a better look. Don was all the more enticing in the throes of his post-feeding haze. The large bulge in his pants didn't escape Chris' notice, either, and he couldn't keep from licking his lips. His eyes shifted over to Mac, who was looking at him, laughter shining through his eyes, though it was never vocalized.
Mac stood up and gave a gentle tug on Don's arm. "Come on, Don. Time to get to the bedroom. You're definitely not in any shape to go home tonight."
Don's head tilted in Chris' direction and glazed over eyes met aware ones watching him. "You won't let him come in and assault me in the middle of the night," Don asked, though the grin on his face told them he wasn't serious.
"I'll think about it, if you're a good boy," Mac said with a chuckle. "Off you go, kid. I'll bring you some juice in a minute. There's a set of pajamas in the dresser, like always."
"Thanks, Mac," Don said with a yawn as he stumbled and swayed down the hallway.
Chris let out a low whistle as soon as Don was out of sight. "Now that is a beautiful man. I'm surprised he's so comfortable being around me, though."
"I'm not," Mac said, sitting down next to him and reaching over to run his fingers through Chris' hair. "His family are fifth generation Saurdainis. He's grown up around our kind all his life. Plus, he's used to having Jack, Martin, and myself in the same room at once. He doesn't have much fear in him. He'll make a great Saurnaus, if he chooses to go down that path."
"He doesn't want to?"
"He's still undecided, but I think he'll choose to do it. I've offered to turn him, and he's been asking a lot of questions lately, so I think he's leaning toward doing it sooner rather than later. I can tell you, it will make me more comfortable having him as a Saurnaus, considering he's a detective. I'm always afraid I'm going to find he's been killed in a shootout or confrontation."
"I've been there," Chris said with a sigh.
Mac looked over at him and smiled. "He's here in New York, you know. You should stop by and catch up."
"Don't worry, I will," Chris said with a chuckle. "He seeing anyone?"
"You really like to spread yourself thin, don't you?" Mac laughed as Chris rolled his eyes.
"Just curious. You're more than enough for me at the moment, you old vampire," Chris said, squeezing Mac's knee.
"He's seeing someone. Nice guy, too. Name is George." Mac stood up and stretched, arching his back. "Better get that juice to Don. The number is in my phone book on the table there, if you want to give him a call."
Chris shook his head as Mac walked out of the room, but he did pick up the book and found the number he was looking for. He dialed and waited until a familiar voice said, "Hello."
Chris smiled. "Hey, Elliot, it's Chris."