Spook me Prompt fic

Title: My Skin
Name: Callista_Mythol
Fandom: (please, no abbreviations: CSI New York
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not my characters, but are instead products of CBS and Anthony Zuiker
Summary: Spook me Prompt - Vampire. A mystery photograph is sent to Mac...



My Skin

I need the darkness, the sweetness,
the sadness, the weakness, oh I need this.

I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight,
Angel sweet love of my life, oh I need this.

Well, is it dark enough,
Can you see me? Do you want me?
Can you reach me? Or I'm leaving...

Mac stared at the image again, unable to even comprehend what he was seeing. It didn’t make any sense, it couldn’t make any sense, he didn’t want it to. If it did then he’d have to question everything he’d been brought up to believe and he liked what he believed. It was honourable, and just and it made sense.

It could be an ancestor, or a very well done manipulation. What people could do using computer skills these days was phenomenal so he wouldn’t rule it out. But still…

It looked genuine, even to his trained eye.

It had come anonymously through the post with a typed letter suggesting he look closer at his working staff that not everyone was telling the whole truth about their pasts. He had no clue as to had sent it, why they had sent it, hell when they had sent it. He couldn’t recall seeing it being delivered, just that his desk was empty one minute then not the next. No one had seen anyone in his office and he was pretty sure they wouldn’t let him check the cameras without showing them why he wanted to. And for some reason he didn’t want to show anyone else the photo in his hand.

Glancing at the old, weathered photo once more Mac smoothed his thumb over the crinkled brown image and tried to flatten it moreso. No matter what he did it remained old and ancient, far too delicate a photo to have been done recently no matter how hard he clung to the computer manip theory.

No matter what he did Danny was still looking up at him from a photograph taken from the 1800’s.

……………………………………………………………………………

Danny groaned and buried his head further under his pillow as another round of loud banging sounded at his door. He held the pillow down tight over himself but could still hear the muted knocks so with a growl he threw the pillow over the side of the bed and swung his feet over.

“All right, all right! I’m coming, quit trying to come through the wood already, jeez!” he called as he made his way to his front door and opened it angrily. His hair stuck up in disarray, he hadn’t put his glasses on and he knew the t-shirt he’d thrown on with some slacks to sleep in was twisted in a funny way. Basically, he looked like someone who had just been dragged out of bed.

Mac was standing on the other side of the door and Danny, usually so sensitive to what the man thought, didn’t give a damn. He was tired, he’d just done an 19 hour shift and he just wanted to sleep, angry boss or not.

“What’s up Mac?” he said as he ran his hand through his hair but growled a moment later when Mac pushed into his apartment.

“Come on in, make yourself comfortable, it’s not like I was trying to sleep or nothing,” Danny mumbled sarcastically as he closed the door again. He folded his arms across his chest as he walked over to Mac who had decided to stand in the centre of his living room clutching something tightly in his hand.

“Danny, you’d tell me if you were in trouble right?” Mac said sharply and rubbing at his eyes with one hand Danny hummed his confusion.

“What? Course I would, I’ve learnt my lesson,” he replied and dropped his hand again. Mac however still seemed agitated and Danny moved his hands down onto his waist.

“I came to you when my DNA turned up at that gravesite didn’t I? Mac, I trust you to look out for me, you always have,” he said honestly and maybe there was something in what he said or his tone because Mac seemed to relax marginally. His grip on whatever he had brought with him though remained the same.

“Yes, yes you did,” Mac said quietly, almost only to himself but Danny heard him none the less. After a moment Mac turned the paper in his hand to look at it before slowly looking up at Danny again. He studied him silently, which Danny hated and fidgeted uncomfortably as he watched Mac look down then back up again. Something in the older man’s eyes changed and Danny would’ve considered the look now on Mac’s face to be embarrassed if it wasn’t Mac he was looking at.

“I’m sorry Danny. It seems I’m easily unsettled these days,” Mac said quietly, “I don’t know why…I just…I can’t help feeling that sometimes you still can’t come to me about stuff, important stuff.”

Danny, despite still feeling tired let go of his agitation. Mac seemed restless and clearly whatever was in his hand was doing the unsettling so he moved closer and slowly reached out for Mac’s wrist. He closed his fingers around it gently and shook it slightly to make the man look at his face before he smiled softly.

“You held me when I cried, you never said a word against me because of it and do you know how many people have done that for me? Lemme put it this way, I can count them on one hand and keep my thumb and three fingers down …Mac, I’ve always found it hard to let people see me, especially like that, but with you…”

He sighed trying to find the right words and glanced away before looking back at the older man. Mac was watching him intently and Danny wished more than anything to reach up and stroke the worry lines from his face.

“You’ve seen me at my worst and you’ve still kept me on your team. Believe me, I’ve never trusted anyone like I trust you. Even when you had me with you to disarm that bomb, I mean Mac,” he smirked with a blush, “I pretty much wanted to be anywhere except in front of an active bomb but I knew you wouldn’t let us get blown to bits.”

Mac smiled weakly but honestly before he looked down at the hand holding him. He didn’t try to shake it off or remove it in anyway and instead found himself leaning more into Danny’s personal space. Not too closely but he could feel the warmth of the other man’s body at the very least.

Silently he considered his options but then decided that most of his misgivings had been wrongly placed and he could feel heat at his cheeks before he realised he was blushing. He didn’t blush, or he at least was very good at hiding it but with a quick look at Danny he already knew his rosy cheeks hand been spotted by the smirk on the younger man’s face.

Still not saying a word he lifted his hand and offered Danny the photo where the other man then took it and looked down at it. He waited for Danny’s trademark grin and barrage of questions on how Mac had done this but he frowned when nothing came. Danny was studying the picture with a deathly silence and he looked paler than he had a few seconds ago. His eyes had seemed to harden when he looked back at Mac and instantly Mac knew that maybe Danny hadn’t told him everything.

“Where did you get this?” Danny said and Mac’s eyebrows lifted at the cooler more authoritative tone than he was used to.

“What?” he said thrown off by the new voice and jumped minutely when Danny grabbed his shoulders tightly.

“The picture, where’d you get it?” he said and there was a new edge of panic now.

“It was sent to me anonymously…Danny, what’s going on?” But Danny was already moving away with one hand buried in his hair as he muttered to himself.

“No, no, no, no, not again…”

“Danny? What’s doing on?” he repeated but he inhaled sharply when Danny punched the wall with a yell.

“NO! Not this time, not again!”

“Danny!” Mac barked and he relaxed inwardly when Danny reacted instantly and swung round to face him. Clearly he had forgotten his audience but already he was looking paler and he stared at Mac like a man waiting for his death sentence.

“What’s going on? What is that photograph of? What do you mean not again?” Mac said sharply but already Danny looked defeated and he moved to sink into his couch with a world-weary groan filled with honest grief. He looked even more beaten up than he had when Sonny had brought up his name in the interrogation room and without thinking Mac sat down next to him.

“Danny, please, you not five minutes ago told me you trusted me. Trust me again,” he said quietly and he watched as the younger man pressed the palm of his had into his eyes then turned to look at Mac.

“I can’t, you won’t believe me. It doesn’t make logical sense and Mac, lets face it, you’re a very logical man.”

“If I promise to remain open-minded will that mean you’ll trust me again?” Mac said softly and Danny looked pained as he locked eyes with him.

“I never and never will lose trust in you Mac. But Jesus, believe me this time, you won’t be able to make sense of this. I’d rather you never know than have you think me crazy.”

“Well that’s a pretty weak excuse as far as I’m concerned,” Mac said and Danny faced away again. He hesitated, clearly fighting some internal battle until finally with a heavy exhale he stood up and turned to face Mac.

“That picture was taken in 1842,” he started and Mac nodded.

“Yeah, I noticed the date. What, is it an ancestor? I’m gathering from your reaction you’ve seen it before.”

“Course I have…” Danny faltered once more and with one last desperate silent plea he watched Mac before sighing again, “ I was there when it was taken. And you’re not the first person that they have sent one too to force me to leave.”

……………………………………………………………………

Mac stared long and hard at the man in front of him, silent as he absorbed what he’d just been told. At first he felt numb from the shock but he quickly shook it off and could feel anger licking at his insides. Danny hadn’t ever deliberately tried to annoy Mac but that wasn’t to say he might be above such things and right then Mac wasn’t in the mood and, truth be told, was rather upset that the younger man would wind him up in such a way.

“I’m disappointed in you Danny, I’m trying to honestly ask you why someone would send me this. I highly doubt this is time to be playing games,” he said quietly and he watched as something akin to righteous anger flashed in the astonishingly blue eyes but Danny merely clenched his fists tightly as his jaw tightened.

“What’d you take me for Mac? You think I, of all people, am going to act like a putz when you’re on the rampage? I’m impulsive, not stupid,” he snapped and he watched as Mac’s eyes hardened even more so.

“Then explain to me why you feel it’s appropriate to joke about this,” Mac pointed at the image, “when I’m trying to understand…”

“I already said you wouldn’t believe me,” Danny said talking over the top of Mac and the older man looked at him carefully. They silently regarded one another until with his eyes narrowed in suspicion Mac nodded once at him.

“Alright, try me,” he said and Danny scoffed openly as he started walking to his kitchen.

“No way.”

“You said you trust me Danny, try me.”

“This isn’t about trust, this is about what you’ve been raised with and your perception on the world.”

“It’s a photograph Danny, I don’t see…”

Mac never got to finish what he was going to say because the next thing he knew he was pinned against the far wall of the living room, Danny’s forearm braced over his collarbone and the other pining his arm that had instinctively come up to defend himself against the wall by his wrist in a tight grip.

Mac gasped as the wind was knocked out of him and then blinked when he found Danny’s face not to inches from his own. He stared in disbelief at the fact that the younger man had moved so quickly and his eyes widened further when the familiar blue eyes changed a shade in colour to something lighter and the pupils were nothing more then pinpricks against the iris. He lowered his eyes to Danny’s mouth as the other man grinned at his obvious discomfort and he felt his heart lurch at what he saw. Danny had always had abnormally sharp canines, knew some of the girls in the lab loved it as it created a sense of danger around him but they were longer now, his lower lip now brushing the sharp tips and he found himself speechless when he looked back into the angry eyes.

“What’re you thinking now Detective Taylor? Parlour tricks? Maybe you’ve drunk too much? Maybe you’re sleeping,” Danny’s accent had thickened and was much lower now than usual as he spoke, “Because if you accept what just happened, if you accept what you see then it, like I said, will change your perception. Certainly changed mine.”

Mac still couldn’t find his voice but he did notice that the pressure of Danny’s arm over his chest had lessened.

“I tried to warn you, it was better that you never knew. But Christ Mac, you just hadda keep pushing didn’t you? Had to know everything when it didn’t concern you…”

“It concerned you,” Mac finally managed to croak out and both men seemed shocked by the revelation. Danny stared at him and Mac could feel his own heart thundering in his chest and felt it race harder when Danny looked down at his chest as though staring straight at it.

“You need to leave,” he whispered after a moment. Mac twitched his hand still held tightly and quietly groaned when Danny jerked away from him. He rubbed at his now freed wrist and stood watching the other man.

“You’re a…”

“Get out.”

“Danny, are you a vam…”

“Please, get out.”

“It’s not possible, it can’t be possible. I mean you…”

“OUT!”

Mac froze as he was once again confronted with the more animalistic looking Danny and breathing in deeply he set his face as impassively as possible and dealt with the evidence in front of him like he would anything else: by removing his own emotional opinion of it.

“You can’t really expect me to just leave when you’ve shown me something like you just did,” he said slowly and Danny’s eyes flashed.

“Any other sane person woulda been running for the hills now,” he growled but Mac simply resisted the urge to smirk.

“And when have I ever done what everyone else has?”

Danny looked at him sceptically before he started moving dangerously towards Mac. He resisted the instinct telling him to back up and listened instead to the voice that was whispering empathetically ‘its Danny. For all the faults and issues between them, it was still Danny stalking towards him.

“You think this is all made up Mac? Is that it? Because believe me, I could break your neck before you even had time to put those fancy Marine moves into action. I could’ve drained you dry long before you’d even flinched,” Danny was in his face now hissing each word threateningly but if there was one thing Mac was good at it was seeing what others missed. Underneath all the frightening demeanour, underneath the anger and danger were words of panic and fear.

“Then why haven’t you?” he whispered back and Danny’s head pulled back as though he’d been slapped, “Why haven’t you ‘drained me’, or ‘snapped my neck’ or whatever else it is you claim you could do so calmly to me? Why am I still standing here?”

Danny searched his eyes frantically but merely found himself more confused at the lack of fear in the pale blue gaze. Scrubbing harshly at the back of his head he looked down and away from the penetrating eyes.

“ ‘Cause you’re a stubborn sonovabitch,” he finally muttered and Mac felt one side of his lips twitch slightly.

“And you’d be wise not to forget it,” he teased and was relieved when Danny looked back at him exasperated. It was better than the hot air that usually got between them anyway.

“What’d you want Mac?” Danny said tiredly as he slumped into his sofa and pinched the bridge of his nose. Already he could feel his fangs returning to their normal size and when he next opened his eyes they were a more natural, alive blue.

“I want to understand.”

Danny looked up then and Mac felt that piercing gaze go right through him as the man before him tried to gauge his sincerity. Danny moved then, slowly but still predatorily towards Mac until his questioning eyes were mere inches from the unrevealing pale blue eyes.

“I could talk all night,” Danny finally said in a voice so low and soft that it threw Mac for a second, “I could explain histories, theories, mythologies and you still wouldn’t understand. I still don’t understand fully and I’ve lived like this for over a century, give or take.”

Mac knew, just knew deep in his very soul that this moment here was a defining one. It could mean the difference between saving the fragile relationship the two men had rebuilt or watching it crumble again under a new, more complicated strain. He knew he was a complicated man but he wasn’t willing to risk this all over again, especially if it meant losing Danny.

“Then don’t tell me,” he said in a tone matching that of Danny’s, “Show me instead.”

Danny physically blanched at Mac’s words, his eyes widening for a second before he took a step back.

“Don’t be an idiot Mac, it’s not very becoming for you,” he said sharply and made to turn away but Mac had moved before even he had consciously noticed and gripped Danny’s arm tightly.

“Danny, that picture has already made you skittish but more than anything I can see you’re all ready to run, from who I don’t know and we will discuss it but not right now. I won’t allow you to just run, you don’t need to do that and if this is the only way that it can make sense then I’m asking you to show me,” as Mac spoke he carefully undid his tie and folding it in his hands he placed it on the back of the chair beside him.

He watched as Danny’s eyes helplessly darted to his bare throat, Mac adding it by unbuttoning the top button of his shirt so the length of his neck was on show. He watched Danny’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and carefully Mac stepped forwards. Danny leaned back but didn’t actually move.

“Mac, I’m begging ya here…” Danny said hoarsely as he tried to tear his gaze away but with no result.

“Would you drain me?” Mac said as an afterthought and felt a guilty relief run through him when Danny shook his head negatively.

“No, no I can…I got control of that. It’s…Mac please, don’t do this…”

“Why not?” Mac whispered as he continued to move stealthily forwards until he was just one foot away from him.

“Mac, you gotta believe me when I saw its more than just biting and sucking,” Danny all but wrenched his eyes away from Mac’s throat then to his eyes and frowned, “The movies may be wrong about the sunlight and crosses but they certainly get one thing across everytime.”

”What’s that?” Mac edged closer.

“You ever wonder why the vampire’s ‘victims’ always look like they’re having the best orgasm in their God damned life as Dracula chows down on their neck? It’s because they are! You can’t swap bodily fluid and not have it be intimate Mac!”

Mac silently regarded the man in front of him and again deciding it was now or never he reached up and traced the side of Danny’s stunned face before lowering his hand again.

“You said that you trust me Danny,” he said and bodily moved into Danny’s personal space, “I think you can safely say it goes both ways. And to be honest…I already guessed it would be more than a quick nip.”

Danny closed his eyes tightly and shook his head slightly before looking up at Mac again. Mac didn’t say anything as he moved his hand up to cup Danny’s cheek once more with his wrist brushing near the blonde’s lips causing Danny’s eyes to flicker shut.

“Christ,” he whispered as he whipped his hands up and had Mac’s arm in his grip. With his eyes still closed he placed a savage kiss over the pulse beneath the warm skin pressed against his lips and Mac’s own eyes closed as the light suction sent shivers down his spine.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Danny growled as he moved his lips to Mac’s own and with his hands tightly threaded into the black hair he crushed their mouths together in a possessing kiss. Their teeth clacked together as open mouths tasted one another, tongues pressing and twining together again and again.

Mac found himself beginning to drift in uncertain warmth, his mind totally focused on the mouth claiming him and a distant part of him panicked at the loss of control. He’d never been submissive, couldn’t ever bring himself to hand over that part of him to someone else but right now it was being ripped away from him and he was shocked at how easily it was being done.

He didn’t know whether it was Danny or the vampire that was doing it but throwing caution to the wind he decided to go with it. He’d asked for this after all and it hardly seemed fair to force Danny into it only to back out seconds later.

Once he started something he was determined to finish it.

The minute he decided that he felt his entire body relax and Danny’s kisses softened in answer. He knew they were moving, could feel a shift in the air around him but Mac for the life of him couldn’t feel his feet moving but still, when he managed to pull away he looked around him and found himself in Danny’s bedroom. The door was open when he knew it had been closed earlier so they must of walked through it. It just seemed to happen so fast.

“Don’t analyse it,” Danny muttered as he took Mac’s ear between his lips and Mac shuddered again as he dropped his head back.

“Sorry, habit,” he managed to choke out before he groaned. He could feel Danny’s fingers softly brushing against the pulse in his neck even as the other man continued to nibble on his ear. The lips slowly began trailing down though and soon Mac found himself gripping Danny’s shoulder in one hand and hip in the other as Danny tongued his pulse. His grip tightened as Danny alternated between kissing it and licking it, and then he jerked with a gasp as one of Danny’s hands trailed to the almost painful bulge at his crotch, sliding back and forwards lazily.

Danny pulled his face up then and Mac licked his lips at the feral look once again on the vampire’s face. The teeth had extended once more and Danny’s eyes were drifting between the shade of death and his usual startling blue. He was grinning in a way that bared those lethal fangs but Mac felt anything but intimidated, the grin widening when he felt his arousal jerk in reply.

“I’m beginning to think the warning shoulda been for me,” Danny said in a husky teasing voice as he rocked his palm over Mac’s arousal before his voice turned serious again, “Why’d you never say anything Mac?”

Mac opened his mouth licking at his suddenly dry lips and made to speak but a quiet broken moan came out instead. Danny spared him and stilled his hand momentarily so he could speak and after closing his eyes to calm himself he then answered in a low voice.

“I’m your Supervisor and,” he swallowed heavily, “and there’s always…been something coming between us.”

“Tanglewood,” Danny said in an unimpressed tone and Mac nodded shakily.

“I wasn’t sure how, how you’d react towards me pushing my advances on you. Now,” he huffed out a laugh, “ well I’m guessing you’ve had worse than a employer romantically interested in you.”

Danny smirked at that and exhaled in amusement before he languidly started moving his hand again causing Mac to pant lightly. Leaning forwards to capture Mac’s ear Danny then whispered hotly into his ear, “Lie back.”

Mac followed the hands guiding him downwards and inhaled sharply when he was spread out on a soft mattress. He watched intently as Danny straddled his waist and ran his nails down Mac’s chest making the other man arch into the almost painful scratches. They ran back up until Danny had the two sides of Mac’s open collar and with a dangerous glint in his eye he tugged them forcibly effectively ripping Mac’s shirt open to expose his bare chest. Mac jumped as he did so and then shivered at the blue eyes running over his body possessively. He tensed slightly when they landed on the scar over his heart and flinched as Danny’s nails gently ran over it also.

He was, however, stunned into silence when Danny’s entire demeanour softened considerably when the vampire leant down to press a tender kiss over the matted flesh. Uncomfortable and yet strangely moved Mac reached up and moved Danny’s face higher to his collarbone earning himself a throaty chuckle as Danny followed without question.

“Guess that isn’t open for discussion then,” he murmured as he licked along the length of Mac’s shoulders. Mac opted not to reply and simply arched his neck at the intoxicating sensations but then froze when the lips moved further up onto his pulse once again.

“Last time Mac,” Danny warned even as he roughly unbuckled Mac’s belt and pulled down his zipper agonizingly slowly, “Last chance to turn back from all of this. Let it all be a strange dream and deny it ever happened, otherwise this is it, I’m taking what’s so beautifully on offer.”

He could feel Danny’s fingers running the length of his boxer briefs, plucking at the elastic waist absent-mindedly and stroking the flesh under the waist gently making his abdomen twitch at the sensations. His heartbeat had increased and he felt Danny groan against it as he licked at it, tasting it almost before he moaned loudly.

“Do it,” he whispered and he heard what sounded like a breath being released as Danny changed with his face pressed against Mac’s neck. He reached into Mac’s boxers and gripped the hot erection tightly, twisting it lightly as he darted his tongue out one last time.

Then Mac gasped as a sharp quick pain shot through his neck.

His mouth dropped open as the pain quickly turned to pleasure from both the hand squeezing his arousal in a fluctuating rhythm and the massaging suction on his throat. He could hear the sounds of Danny sucking at his neck and it intensified the feelings running through him as he reached one hand up to grip the short blonde hair tightly in his fingers, pushing the vampire closer as he arched into the sensation. He started rocking his hips into Danny’s touch and even as intense shudders took his body he used his free hand to undo Danny’s own belt. He practically ripped the zipper down and with a trembling hand he pulled Danny’s own erection out and both men gasped as they pushed their groins together.

Mac held them both in one hand and frantically began pulling a climax out of both of them, their bodies moving violently against one another now as they rocked into one another, Danny’s hips moving like pistons against his own.

He arched his neck further back begging silently for Danny to continue and in reply the vampire increased the suction until Mac began to feel light-headed. Seemingly sensing it Danny literally tore his face away and Mac looked up into the vampiric face. Danny’s pupils had diluted so the blue was barely visible and his lips were a glistening red from the blood. His teeth were stained until he licked his tongue over them and then he leaned forwards savagely taking Mac’s mouth again.

Mac groaned at the coppery taste that flooded his mouth then. It was perverse, he knew that much but still he felt his urgency grow at the metallic tasting liquid on Danny’s tongue as it danced with his own. His tongue ran over the sharp fangs and sadistically he pushed against it until he drew blood from the tip of his tongue, both men groaning at the sensation. He would’ve tempted his lover more but a tell-tale tingle at the base of his spine told him he was close and he shivered when a firm grip joined his own. He slipped his hand away from the blonde hair between his fingers to run his nails down Danny’s arms more than certain that they would leave scratch marks. Together they frantically moved their hands up and down jerkily until with a resounding gasp Mac came all over their joined hands and their stomachs, the movement of them rocking together rubbing the white streaks into one another’s skin as Danny followed him into climax a couple of seconds later.

They collapsed together, Mac giving a tight grunt as Danny’s weight landed on him before the vampire pushed up to lie beside him instead of on top of him. Both were laid out on their backs staring up at the ceiling as Mac panted for breath. Keeping their eyes heaven-bound Danny hesitantly reached over until he had his hand placed over Mac’s. Neither moved for a moment as the tense silence filled the room around them.

Then slowly Mac turned his hand until they were pressed palm to palm, and linked their fingers together.

“…I belong to you now, don’t I?” Mac said in a whisper.

“Mac…you always did. I had you from the moment you felt something between us.”

“Vampire’s claim?”

“…If it helps you sleep at night.”

Lazily turning his head Mac stared at Danny’s profile and regarded him silently before he nodded in tired acceptance. Danny dropped his face to look at him and squeezed their joined hands tightly.

“Frightened?”

“Apprehensive,” Mac replied after a brief hesitant moment.

“Good, means you’re still thinking logically.”

Mac nodded thoughtlessly and closed his eyes as Danny rolled back towards him to kiss him once more. It was the last time they spoke with words for the rest of the night.

Finite

You better shut your mouth, and hold your breath
You kiss me now, you catch your death, oh I mean this...