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Returning to the upstairs reflections of the precinct, even though it was late and only a skeleton crew mulled about the police station, he finally caught sight of someone useful. Someone perfect. A few members of Team Zeus had been going in and out of the basement, but the difference this time was that the person he saw walking down an otherwise vacant hallway wasaloneand exactly the sort of poetic justice Hades had been waiting for.

Chapter25

The slide of Danny’s tongue against his own, accompanied by the slide of their bodies as they shifted closer and twined their arms around each othertighter, felt like everything Mal had been missing.

This was what he’d wanted a week ago, when he’d bared his soul to Danny, risking everything by telling the kid he loved him. He did love him, however improbable and foolish. They slotted together like two opposing puzzle pieces that somehow made sense—differently shaped and colored, but able to complete a full picture when they were together, filling in each other’s empty spaces.

Mal shivered at Danny’s touch and shifted his hips to better meet the press of heat against his thigh. Then he cringed as the hard edge of something very muchnotDanny dug into his hip.

“Hang on…” he pulled away, breathless but grinning, so Danny would know he wasn’t having second thoughts. Reaching between them as Danny panted, eyes already heavy lidded, Mal pulled up the tablet that had fallen from Danny’s lap.

“Oops,” Danny chuckled. “Sorry.” He took the tablet and twisted around to set it off the bed. When he returned, he tugged at the bunched comforter to get the ends out from under Mal and tossed it back so they could settle on the sheets instead.

The coolness of the unsullied sheets felt invigorating beneath Mal’s skin—beneath his hands and the tease of midsection revealed from their tumbling. He lay back as Danny crawled atop him, long legs straddling his hips and warm hands pushing beneath his hitched up shirt. It all felt so different without the fear of rejection looming. Other perils lurkedin the darkness, but what existed between them, what they wanted and how much they’d missed each other, finally matched up.

The stitches in Mal’s arm from Dunkirk’s attack had almost dissolved, leaving a dulled but still raised slash across his bicep. Danny grazed his fingers over it gingerly after removing Mal’s shirt. He teased the faint remaining cuts and bruises coloring Mal’s chest, as well as the familiar scars, but paused when he reached Mal’s neck and found the fresher bruises from Ludgate’s hands.

They wouldn’t have been noticeable to anyone else. They’d barely been visible above the collar of Mal’s shirt. But Danny paused and laid his fingers over them with a creased brow.

“It wasn’t you,” Mal said.

“I know.”

“It wasn’t your fault either.”

“Iknow. Can I help it if I want to protect the people I love?” Danny quirked his mouth into a sad smile.

Mal smiled back at him, “Apparently not,” and reached for Danny to pull him down into another kiss. The touch of Danny’s tongue was made all the sweeter with the addition of their hips locked and moving in an unhurried rhythm while Danny’s fingers feathered down Mal’s sides.

“Neither can you,” Danny whispered against his lips. “Maybe we’re not so different.”

“Mmm…maybe,” Mal said, and even though he wasn’t sure he believed that as much as Danny believed in him, the bright smile Danny granted him made it worthwhile to say it.

Again those addictive lips claimed his, and Mal rocked up into the insistent straddle of Danny’s hips.

“I want to make you feel good,” Danny rasped as his hands dropped to the waistband of Mal’s sleep pants.

The tease of his fingers was such a welcome replacement for being at odds, and it would be so easy to give in and simply leave Danny to it, but Mal had a better idea. “You always make me feel good. Thought you wanted a reward from Prometheus?” Gripping Danny’s thighs, he slowed the swirl of their hips to a maddening grind.

Danny’s body gave off a few pleasant sparks. “I said I wanted a kiss.”

“Yeah? What if Ikissyou somewhere else?”

Hooking one arm around Danny’s waist, Mal rolled them. Danny giggled, almost yelped, as Mal laid him out on the mattress and switched their positions. He pushed Danny’s T-shirt up his chest and bent to kiss the center of his breastbone, then began a slow progression down the dip of his stomach.

When Mal’s lips reached the line of Danny’s underwear, he lifted the waistband and peeled it downward to continue his kisses lower. Danny’s breathing increased, and Mal felt dizzy with the sounds and feel of him.

“I made you a promise, remember?”

Danny hummed distractedly as the underwear tugged down low enough to release him to the open air.

“Said that next time…I’d use mytongue.”

The moan that left Danny was like an exclamation offinallyas Mal descended, tongue lapping at Danny hungrily and causing him to pound a fist into the mattress. Mal bobbed again,again, gripping Danny at his base, and began a symbiotic rhythm with his mouth and hand.

Then, after a few fervent seconds, he slowed, andslowed, and finally pulled away.

“But I didn’t mean my tonguehere…” Licking his moistened lips with a leering grin, he shifted lower.

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