Author: Jenn

Fandom: Fastlane

Pairing: Deaqon/Van

Rating: NC-17

Synopsis: Deaqon comes to a realization about Van.

Disclaimer: Fox and the show's creators own Fastlane, Van, Deaqon, Aquarius, Billie and anyone else from the show. I make no money off of my work.

Archive: The Candy Store, baby

Author's Note: Sorry for the lame ending. My next one will be better. I promise.

"'S tasty… Spicy…Sorta' sweet."

Aquarius' eyes went dark and he bit his lip and he watched hungrily as Van snaked his tongue out of his mouth to chase a stray drop of alcohol across his bottom lip and down his chin. Once he caught it, he looked back to Aquarius, his mouth glistening with the honeyed liquor and glazed with saliva. "What 'id you say w's in it again?"

Aquarius leaned in close, booze and cologne and the underlying scent of Van filling his senses. "I didn't," he husked and grabbed Van's wrist to hold him steady while he refilled his glass. "But you keep doin' that your gonna' kill me, Van."

The conspiratorial grin that swept across Van's face was mischievous and contagious and Aquarius couldn't help but smile back at Deaqon's high strung partner even if he wasn't sure that Van understood quite what he meant. He really liked the impetuous young twenty-seven year old. A LOT.

"Man, you're sloshed," he chuckled as Van licked the drippings off the side of the glass.

Deaqon shook his head watching as Van downed the last of another glass. "That's 'cause he's had like three drinks in the last hour an' weighs like ninety pounds, man. What *is* in this stuff, anyway, Aquarius?"

Warily, picking up the martini shaker, Deaqon inhaled the pungent brew and cringed. "Holy…" Van giggled and Deaqon pinned him with a glare. "Don't you think you've had enough, partner?"

"Don' worry," Van hiccuped. "'S jus' a few drinks. I'll be fine."

"Jus' a few drinks," Deaqon mocked. "I know all about Aquarius' penchant for chemistry and take it from me partner, I'm just lookin' out for you. You wanna' learn that lesson for yourself, okay. But don't say I didn't warn you. And don't throw up in ma' car, 'cause you ain't drivin' home tonight."

"'I won't," Van laughed setting his keys down on one of Aquarius' black lacquer side tables. Hoisting himself off the couch he turned to Deaq. " You c'n drive. But 'm fine, really."

Deaqon smiled as he watched his partner take an awkward step or two backward before straightening up. "Yep, you're fine all right."

"Pfft." Van stuck out his tongue as he staggered off to the bathroom.

"See Deaqon," Aquarius grinned amusedly. "The boy's fine. Besides, if he ain't goin' home alone then what's the harm in a little overindulgence."

"Nothing usually," Deaqon huffed as Van returned, shuffling back into the room, dropping down onto the sofa, a goofy grin on his face. "But you ain't never had ta' be up with him all night long listenin' to him whinin' and bitchin' 'bout never drinkin' again, or held his hair while crouching behind his skinny ass on a cold tile floor while he coughs up a lung. You do that, then we'll talk 'bout no harm in overindulgence. Boy don't know how to drink, so I say he's had enough. Okay? I *don't* wanna' hafta' be puttin' him ta' bed tonight."

"You can leave him here if you want." Aquarius winked and Deaqon didn't miss the hungry way Aquarius' eyes raked over his partner's body.

"Thanks 'quarius," Companionably, Van threw his arm around the big man's shoulder and smiled obliviously. "See Deaq, 'Quarius's willin' totakecareofme."

Pulling Van closer, Aquarius shot Deaq a positively filthy smile. "I'll take real good care of him."

"Yeah, over ma' dead body," Deaqon muttered. "Put on the game man." Laughing, Aquarius tossed Deaqon the remote as Van snuggled into the sofa.

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***The clock is counting down, Gregg. Five seconds and that's all she wrote. Court's open and Barnaby's heading toward the net. I don't know about you but this is one of the most exciting games I've seen in a long time. He passes to Jorgensen, gets it back and he shoots, no, he fakes it! He takes the shot and…"***

Deaqon wasn't listening anymore. He had drowned the commentator out twelve points ago. There was no way his team was going to win. It was a good thing that he and Van didn't have to pay rent, this was the third bet he'd lost this month! And just where did Aquarius get his tips from anyway? It was as if the man never lost!

Deaqon swore as he shut off the TV. "Everyone knows the commercials are the best part of the game anyway," he complained. "You know, Van, you should be the one bitching. I mean, seventy-five dollars wouldn't buy me so much as a new shirt, but you and your thrift shop threads...shit. That's like an entirely new wardrobe for you isn't it?" Deaqon chuckled to himself waiting for the answering rebuttal or at least a laugh from Aquarius but he was met with only silence.

Silence? Van?

"This can't be good…Uh, Van?"

Hiking himself up out of the scarlet wingback armchair, Deaqon's eyes came to rest on Van. His obviously inebriated partner was crashed out; half sprawled on the sofa and half on Aquarius. While one hand was loosely curled around a forgotten wineglass, the other was tucked up snugly underneath his chin. His face was pressed awkwardly against Aquarius' thigh and he was drooling slightly from a set of slightly parted lips that emanated a low-throated snuffling sound that couldn't quite be classified as a snore.

"Okay, I take back what I said earlier. Get him drunk any time you like, man."

Aquarius was fixated on the man asleep in his lap, stroking Van's thick locked hair back from his face and barely paying attention to anything else. "Hmmm...Oh…Why 's that?" He asked distractedly.

"I don't think I've ever…" Deaqon's brow crinkled as he started tracking the movement of Aquarius' fingers as they tangled through Van's hair. "…Seen him so…" A knot formed deep in Deaq's belly at the contact.

He knew Aquarius liked to play the field, men and women alike, he just never thought to worry about Van being on the receiving end of those attentions until now. Of course, thinking back on it as he watched Aquarius' fingers repeatedly brushing against Van's earlobe and venturing down his softly stubbled jaw he realized just how stupid of a mistake that was. His partner was one fine looking man and if they didn't have a business relationship to worry about and if he thought for a minute that Van could handle the kind of commitment he needed, he'd be hittin' that shit in a second.

Shaking himself out of a daze he heard Van coo and Deaqon's hand was around Aquarius' wrist. "Stop!"

Aquarius looked up in shock. "What?"

Deaqon quickly let go before he completely embarrassed himself. He knew he didn't have the right to be stepping in here. He just couldn't stop feeling that he should be the one touching Van, caressing him. Feeling his partner's hard little body close enough to heat his own and taste Van's warm, salt spiced skin on the tip of his tongue.

His eyes snapped shut, but his thoughts remained on the unconscious figure on the sofa. His subconscious yelling one thing over and over again in his head. Take back what's yours.

//Where the fuck is this coming from? // Deaqon thought shakily as he recovered himself.

Noticing his big friend staring at him, Deaqon put on a smile. "Umm, I think we're gonna' get going, man." He offered his hand to Aquarius. "Thanks for the game an' all though. We'll catch you later in the week."

Deaqon didn't know what was going on in his head right then but getting out of Aquarius' and getting some air was a good start. And no question, Van was coming with him.

Tossing the money on the table, Deaqon bent down and slid his arms around Van's chest to pull him upright. "What the hell are you thinkin' getting' all drunk and helpless and takin' a nosedive into Aquarius' lap, man." Deaqon hissed angrily pressing his lips to Van's hair. "You lucky you ain't mine, Van, 'cause I'd teach you a fuckin' lesson."

Jostled from sleep, Van startled for a second but as soon as he realized he was in Deaqon's arms he relaxed again. "Home?" He questioned gruffly before his eyes slid shut.

And just as quickly, the anger dissipated. "Yeah, partner," Deaqon answered softly, his voice shaking slightly as he pulled Van close.

Suddenly, Aquarius could read the conflict in Deaqon's eyes as easily as a Dick and Jane reader and a slight smile curved the edge of his lips. "You gonna' be alright, man?"

"I'm … I'm fine, just tired," Deaqon fought to get his smooth exterior back in place. "You know, gotta' get him home, take care a' business. Gonna' be a long night…"

// I bet it will…// Nodding, Aquarius held the door open. "Take him straight to bed, Deaq."

Deaqon nodded without actually hearing the words, but when they finally sank in it was too late to do anything but stare wide eyed at Aquarius as the larger man winked and with an unmistakable smile and closed the door.

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"What was that?"

Deaqon threw the car into park and looked over at Van in the passenger seat, completely out of it and yet, surprise, surprise, talking in his sleep. " Amazing. You can't never shut up, can ya' partner?"

With the intention of rousing Van, Deaqon reached out his hand but found himself paralyzed, bombarded with intense images of heat and skin and Van's perfectly parted lips panting out his name, and without realizing how or when, silky strands of light brown hair were tickling across his palm. "Fuck!" Pulling away, Deaqon cradled his head in his hands.

"Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me?" He took a few deep breaths and gathered his head together enough to lay a steadier hand on Van's shoulder. "Hey, wake up, Partner."

"No." Van rolled over, turning his back on his partner and rested his head on the window. "Tired. 'S your turn. I'll wait here."

"What? Don't start with me, man. I'm pissed enough as it is." Deaqon rolled his eyes, his frustration starting to give way to anger once again. " You ain't sleepin' in the car, Van."

"We do it on stakeouts," Van argued sleepily.

"Don't be stupid," Deaqon grumbled. He got the car locked up and made his way to the passenger side door, where Van had drifted back off to sleep. "Oh for Pete's…Come on, Van," he sighed agitatedly.

He was having a hard enough time keeping his hormones in check without having to wrap his arms around his partner's excessively warm and extremely firm body every five minutes. The images it conjured up were disconcerting enough without an outlet, but the physical contact was making him insane.

"Jus' gonna' get you settled on the *other* side of the house. " Deaqon said pulling Van out of the passenger seat. "Take a cold shower, watch some girl on girl porn, anything to get ma' mind off a you…'fore I go an' do somethin' stupid."

Pausing by his front door, Deaqon took Van's chin in his hand and gave him a gentle slap. "Wakey, wakey."

Sleepily Van sighed. "'M not goin' to school today, Dad."

"Dad?" Deaqon huffed. "Think your dad of all people woulda' tol' ya' what can happen to pretty boys who get fall down stinkin' drunk and don't watch there asses."

"Hmmm…" Slowly Van came around. "Deaq?"

"Yeah," Deaqon answered throatily. "We're here."

As Deaqon went to put the key in his front door, Van lay his head wearily on his shoulder. "God help me," he sighed.

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Though now awake, Van was hardly at a level of awareness to be stumbling through the darkness without Deaq's help so Deaqon's sorely abused libido was once again called into play. When they reached the other side of the house Deaqon realized that he hadn't made up the guestroom since the last time Van had slept over.

Pressing his palm flat against Van's chest, Deaqon pinned his partner to the wall and pointedly held up a finger. "I have to get fresh sheets. *DON'T PUKE! *"

Biting his lip so as not to laugh, Van placed his hand over his heart, the slight shift in weight throwing him off balance but Deaqon was there with a scowl and a supportive hand. "Van…"

"Won't Deaq."

"Swear," Deaqon challenged.

"I swear," he snickered. "Promise. You c'n count on me."

"Better not. I'll severely mess you up if ya' do, Van."

"Cross my heart."

"Good," Deaqon snarled. "Stay."

When Deaqon came back, Van was true to his word. He hadn't thrown up but he was face down on the bed fully dressed and out cold.

"You have no idea how dangerous this is, do ya, man?" Deaqon sighed. Dropping the sheets and blankets onto a chair and grabbing Van by the belt loops Deaqon tugged him down to the foot of the bed before flipping him onto his back. "No idea at all."

Standing between Van's legs, Deaqon licked his lips. "God, it would serve you right…I could just…" His voice was pained and thick with need. "You're lucky you were with me tonight, boy, or you'd be in some serious trouble… Hell, even with me…"

A snarl on his lips and frustration eating away at his soul, Deaqon started conversationally cursing up a blue streak with his creator, while tugging off Van's boots and socks and without giving himself a chance to stop and think about it, Van's jeans. Unfortunately, with the first pull on the little brass button, Deaqon's wrist grazed the considerable bulge in Van's pants and… "Oh, for Go…"

Van moaned sensually and Deaqon shot back as though he was burned. "It's just an expression. I went to Sunday school. I was confirmed. Cut me a brake!"

Stealing himself once more, Deaqon tugged at the zipper and grabbed a handful of fabric from each side of Van's hips; slim hips that helpfully lifted off the bed. Deaqon froze.

Looking up, cautious dark brown eyes locked with heavy lidded green and Deaqon stopped breathing. "You're up." He straightened quickly. "So you, uh, you can take care of this yourself then. There are some spare clothes in the bottom drawer…"

"Deaq." Van's voice was hoarse from drink and his breathing deep with exhaustion but there was no mistaking the clarity or understanding coming through in that one little word.

For a few tense seconds Deaqon just stood in the doorway staring at Van. It took every ounce of his self-control but slowly he turned his back and reached for the doorknob. "Night Van." He whispered harshly, forcing the words from his throat.

"You don't have to go, Deaq," Van's voice wafted through the darkened room, broken and hopeful and slightly sad and it was one more thing to eat away at Deaqon's already fraying constitution, and he punched the door sending it into the wall with a sharp bang.

"What are you doin', man?" Deaqon was losing it. "Are you looking to get raped?"

The confusion coming off of Van was almost tangible and Deaqon couldn't believe the boy could be that dumb. "Are you looking to get raped, Van? Because between your drinking and your flirtin' and your fuckin' carelessness, your ass was almost as good as fucked tonight. Did ya' know that? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to get that drunk…"

Van sat up startled. "Deaq, I just thought…"

"You call that thinking? Passing out at a stranger's house?"

Van's head was starting to hurt and he just wished that Deaq would tone it down a notch given that any minute the room was going to start to spin and he wasn't all that sure that he remembered where the bathroom was. He couldn't understand where all of this drama was coming from but if Deaq was mad now he was going to be absolutely furious if Van broke his earlier promise.

"Aquarius isn't a stranger Deaq, and I was with you. I know you had my back. You always do. I trust you." He said plainly.

All of the thoughts and feelings and conflicting emotions that had been bouncing around in Deaqon's head all night started to come to a head and he wanted to hurt Van for being so naive and giving him all that responsibility.

Before he thought about it, Deaqon turned back into the room and was on the bed in a flash, his knees trapping Van's slim waist beneath him, his eyes on fire. "You trust me?" He laughed incredulously.

"I…" Before Van could answer, hands twisted in his hair and around his jaw and Deaqon claimed Van's mouth in a desperate kiss that stole the last of his decency. His tongue pushed hard and Van's fingers wrapped around his wrist and he thought he'd come just from the rough scrape of Van's facial hair as it abraded across his chin.

Deaqon let go. His voice was harsh and his mouth swollen and he couldn't stop bathing his own lips with his tongue to commit Van's flavor to memory. "You can't trust me, Van."

Van moistened his lips and Deaqon found that hot pink glistening tongue the most sensual thing he'd ever seen and almost exploded. He laughed humorlessly and took a step back as Van moved closer. "Haven't you been listening to me?"

Van smiled. "Yeah. Lets see, you’re jealous of Aquarius, pissed off at me 'cause I'm… I'm what? Swaggering my ass too much? 'Cause I'm drunk? Too good looking? And I can't trust you. That about sum it up?"

"You don't understand." Deaqon's voice warning but also obviously heavy with lust and Van continued to close the distance between them until they were nose to nose. "Don't… " Deaqon pleaded. "Just don't."

"You don't trust yourself?" Van kissed Deaqon demurely, nipping and nibbling the plump flesh of Deaqon's lips while pressing his body against his partner's. "Trust me, then." Reaching down, he took Deaqon's hands in his own and wrapped them around his hips. "It's okay to touch me, Deaq." Van hissed sweetly and Deaqon groaned as Van arched fervently against his body.

With lightening speed and a few sharp motions Van was on the bed. "I ain't no prince charming, Van. I'm not all cuddles and kisses and I'm not like one a' your bims. " Deaqon paused a minute to let his tone penetrate Van's alcohol soaked mind.

"You are a little taller," Van slurred.

A hand slammed into Van's chest with a thud and though it wasn't hard enough to hurt, it was enough to knock the wind out of him. "I lose control, Van. I *like* to lose control. That's why I like men. They're tougher. They can handle it. You think you can?"

Deaqon mentally cursed himself for letting Van find out about this particular kink. As he sat down at the foot of the bed he risked a quick glance at his partner who looked as though he was weighing his options. He couldn't stand to see the fear that was in Van's eyes.

"It was a rhetorical question, Van. We're *not* doin' this." Deaqon shook his head as he berated himself. "I want you, Van. I want you too much. Maybe once we could…Maybe when you’re sober. But I'll want a next time and I can't ask you to do that."

"You're not asking, Deaq. I am."

//Don't do this, // Deaqon told himself. // Kid's got abandonment issues. He's too needy and soft. Don't need you fuckin' with his head. // But he wanted nothing more than to sink his cock into his partner's pretty and willing body and Van was doing nothing to discourage him.

"Deaq…"

All was quiet for a few minutes, tense, then Deaqon turned around and motioned to Van's remaining clothing. "Take 'em off, then," he whispered before he talked himself out of it.

Deaqon stepped back, slowly disrobing while watching Van strip. With practiced ease, Van slid out of his pants and pulled his sweater over his head then obediently dropped back onto the bed, his head propped up on pillows and his hand absently dancing across his chest.

Deaqon watched Van's fingers with interest, his cock growing harder at the sight. "Touch yourself," Deaqon growled. Van pinched and rolled one nipple and didn't take his eyes off Deaqon's, scanning for approval. The other strayed, trailed down his stomach to nestle in a thick patch of dark curls.

Deaqon approached Van slowly and curled his fingers around a slim hip. Suddenly he yanked Van further down the bed.

Van made a pretty picture flat on his back and breathing hard and Deaqon couldn't help but notice how frightened he was pretending not to be as he climbed between his legs. "You done this before?" Deaqon asked thriving on the imploring gaze.

"No," Van whispered distractedly.

With one finger, Deaqon traced the outline of Van's cock across his belly, watching as the heavy meat twitched and leaked at his touch. Glancing up, he could see that Van was just as mesmerized by the sight of them together, the sharp contrast of their skin.

Deaqon grinned proudly and ran his thumb across his partner's full mouth bringing his attention to focus back on him. He forced the finger passed Van's ample lips, moaning when Van didn't break eye contact and began to suck.

As both of Van's hands wrapped tightly around his wrist, Deaqon knew it was time. Van knew his part and there was no turning back. He dropped his free hand between Van's legs and started to tease the twitching hole. He studied every expression on Van's face, gauging his reactions and committing them to memory; from the way Van closed his eyes and chewed his lip when aroused to how he winced with the first bite of penetration.

"You know what they say, Van…" Deaqon bit Van's collarbone roughly and Van gasped. "Once you go black you never go back."

"Prove it," Van laughed, and with no warning and nothing more than a little spit and finger play, Deaqon pushed himself inside Van's tight body wanting to leave a reminder for Van to carry around with him for the next few days.

Van's breathing was choppy and he had to concentrate to stay relaxed but aside from the initial discomfort from the lack of lubrication, Deaqon was being surprisingly gentle.

"Okay?" Deaqon sensed the distress and sat up fully still sheathed in Van.

"Ye…yeah," Van answered breathlessly.

Deaqon ran his hand down the underside of Van's leg and lifted it around his waist. Then the little white lights began exploding behind Van's eyes the angle forced Deaqon in deeper and Van let out a small whimper of pain as he was stretched wide on Deaqon's dick.

"M-more," Van stammered belligerently.

"You testin' me already?" Deaqon cocked his head running his eyes over Van's prone frame. He was a bit surprised to see some anger in Van's eyes and it made him smile. "Don't! It won't always be like this, Van. I told you that." He grunted and shoved in hard knocking the breath out of Van's body as he drilled his ass harder.

A thousand images and arguments ran through Van's mind as he tried to figure out what Deaqon meant but the fear tightening deep in his gut was being disguised by his rapidly building orgasm and he started undulating and purring and trying to rub his cock against Deaqon's flat belly.

It was the most intense orgasm Van ever experienced and he started trembling as thick strings of cum shot across his stomach and chest. And as that delicious body started rhythmically strangling his cock, Deaqon held nothing back, thrashing and thrusting and filling Van with his own scalding seed.

Minutes ticked by, neither man in a hurry to move. Finally, Deaqon pulled himself up and stared into Van's heavily hooded eyes. He could see longing there, the need to ask for more, another night, a few more minutes and he waited a beat to see if Van would crack, but he just smiled and those eyes slowly drifted shut.

He wanted nothing more than to curl up behind Van and hold him close even after all of the speeches and hard ass bullshit. Deaq smiled as he thought about waking up with Van in his arms and spending the morning nursing him through a hang over.

"God, now I'm goin' soft." As he bent down to pick up his jeans, he noticed blood on the sheets and finger marks on Van's tender skin. "Damn!" Again, as it had at Aquarius' that protective streak shot through him only this time the only person to protect Van from was himself.

Regretfully he reached back and stroked Van's damp hair back from his face. "It's better this way." He said quietly. "Better for both of us."

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It was 12:30 when Van staggered into the Candy Store, clothes disheveled, hair tangled and looking completely riled. "What the hell happened to you?" Billie raised an inquisitive brow as he passed and lightly fingered the teeth marks on his neck. "You get laid last night or laid out?"

"Little bit a' both," Van groaned holding a cold pint of orange juice against his throbbing head.

"Oh…." Billie smiled. "Well, good for you. Care to share?" She positively beamed.

Van looked over at Deaq, who promptly looked away. "Love to."

He smirked, as Deaqon quickly looked back eyes wide. His heart was tight in his chest though, and his belly felt like lead like it had since he woke up in Deaqon's house alone that morning. Well, if that was the way Deaqon wanted to play it…

"Shit of it is. I don't remember a thing."

"Ahh," Billie said arranging a file in front of her. "The dangers of intoxication, huh?"

Van shifted his sore ass to a more comfortable position as he took his file. "Oh yeah…You can say that again."

THE END (?)

JenniferAnnRosen2002