Title: Fierce Desire
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will LaMontagne/Henry Martin
Fandom: Criminal Minds/666 Park Avenue crossover.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will LaMontagne or Henry Martin, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Will didn't bother to close the door as he followed Henry into the bedroom; after all, there was no one else in the apartment, and he felt safe here. More so than he did in his own place; which was a little strange. But he would think about that later.

Right now, he wanted to focus on the man in front of him, the gorgeous man who he couldn't tear his gaze away from. He had never seen such a beautiful sight as Henry sprawled across the bed, looking more than a little nervous -- and sexier than he could find words to describe.

It only took him a few moments to strip his own clothes off and join Henry on the bed, pulling the other man into his arms and lowering his mouth to Henry's. A tide of desire washed over him when their lips met; it was almost impossible to force himself to hold back.

But he would hold back, Will told himself firmly. Henry had said that he'd never been with a man before, at least not doing more than just fooling around; they'd just met, and it wasn't the right time for him to make love to the man in his arms.

Though there were a lot of other things they could do that would be incredibly satisfying for both of them -- and Will intended to do most of them tonight. Well, at least a few, he amended, a small smile tugging at his lips. It was definitely going to be a night to remember.

Henry's arms were around his neck, that slender body pressed against his own. What he wanted to do more than anything else was to slide inside Henry, to take him with no thought for the future, only for the moment that was now upon them. He'd never such a fierce desire in his life.

Will forced himself to tamp down on that desire; he would have to rein it in tonight, but there would be many other nights in their future when he could give it free rein. He would take things slowly for now, and let the two of them enjoy every moment together.

Slowly, he laid Henry back against the pillows, sitting up to gaze down at him. It didn't seem possible that any man could be so stunningly beautiful -- or that he should have been so lucky as to find Henry. What sort of fate had led them to this moment?

Fate had definitely smiled on him when it had put Henry into his path, Will told himself as he leaned down to brush his lips gently across the other man's. He didn't stop with the kiss; his lips trailed down Henry's throat, down to his shoulder, then to his chest.

His tongue swirled around first one small, hardened nipple, then the other, before continuing his downward trek. Within moments, Henry was writhing under him, his soft moans filling the still air, his fingers threaded through Will's hair, his hips arching upwards.

Will held him down gently, wanting to take his time and not let Henry come too soon. He wanted this to last, to give them bot the maximum of pleasure that they could find. There would be no rush, no hurry, only a slow burn until they were both at the peak of pleasure.

Still, it was hard to hold himself back, hard to make himself slow down. His mouth continued its downward trek, kissing Henry's stomach, his tongue swirling around the other man's navel before moving further down, his hands gently pushing Henry's thighs apart.

He trailed kisses down first one slender thigh, then the other, marveling at the softness of Henry's skin. He'd never been with anyone whose body aroused him so much; Henry was truly a work of art, the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen, much less been with.

Henry cried out Will's name, those long fingers tightening in his hair as Will's tongue brushed over the swollen tip of his penis. Will took a deep breath, forcing himself to take his time and not to simply take Henry's cock into his mouth and deep-threat him.

No, he wasn't going to move too quickly. He was going to draw this out; he wanted to hear Henry' cry out his name again and again, wanted to make him moan over and over, to take him to the limit and back again. He wanted Henry to remember this night for the rest of his life.

Slowly, he moved his tongue down the length of Henry's cock, from the tip to the base, then back up again. Henry's hips bucked under his hands; he had to tighten his grip on the other man's body to hold him down. It was getting harder to hold himself back, but he had to.

"Will .... please .... I need you," Henry gasped out, the pleading note in his voice impossible for Will to ignore. What was the use in torturing them both, teasing them with what was to come, when they both wanted it so badly? It was time to throw caution to the winds.

Taking another deep breath, Will took Henry's cock into his mouth, sucking gently as he moved his mouth down, then back up to the tip again. He didn't know how long he could make this last, but he was determined to give Henry the best blow job he'd ever had.

Within moments, he had worked up a steady rhythm, taking more of Henry's cock into his mouth with each downward movement. He sucked harder with each motion, his cheeks hollowing out, his breath coming faster as he urged Henry towards completion.

His own hips were rhythmically thrusting against the sheets, the friction pushing him closer to the edge. He wanted them to come at the same time, though he didn't know if he could manage that. Still, he was going to try his best to bring Henry to orgasm before he let himself go.

Will could feel Henry's thighs trembling, muscles tightening under his hands. The other man was close, as close as Will himself was. Only a few more moments, and they would be falling from dizzy heights, to come back to the ground lying in each other's arms.

Henry's orgasm almost took Will by surprise; he had to swallow convulsively, unwilling to take his mouth from the other man's body. At the same time, he could feel his own body releasing, pleasure coursing through him even as he took pleasure in Henry's release.

They lay there for what seemed like a very long time; Will finally let Henry's softening cock slip from his mouth, looking up at the other man before he moved to sit up and pull Henry into his arms. They were both still breathing hard, their chests heaving.

Henry's skin was damp with a thin sheen of sweat, but somehow, that only seemed to make him even more attractive. Will let Henry lean against his chest, keeping one arm around his waist as he raised a hand to push a lock of hair back from the other man's face.

"Th-that was incredible," Henry murmured between deep breaths. "It's not the first time somebody's given me a blow job, but it's the first time I've ever felt like that." He raised a hand to trace the curve of Will's cheek with his fingertips, his dark eyes wide with wonder.

"Maybe because it's the first time you've ever been with the guy you were meant for," Will whispered, hoping that Henry would agree with his words. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to stay here with Henry forever, to spend the rest of his life holding this man.

The fierce desire was still flowing through his veins, but the keen edge of that desire that had seemed to burn him from within was gone now. Henry was in his arms, and they were both physically sated, at least for the moment. Nothing else really seemed to matter.

Was this what it felt like to fall in love -- truly in love, with the person who you had been intended for from the moment of your birth? Will wanted to think so; he was sure that he couldn't feel this strongly for anyone unless fate had meant for them to be together.

"I think I knew that we were meant for each other from the first second I saw you," Henry murmured, his voice very soft. "It might sound crazy, but I wanted from that first second. Not just wanted you .... I felt like I had to be with you. Like you were .... a part of me."

"I felt the same way," Will answered, his voice barely a whisper. "I've never wanted anybody as much as I wanted you, Henry. And I still want you. I'll want you for the rest of our lives. You're right -- it's not just wanting. It's not lust. It's way more than that. It's .... I think it's love."

"I think it is, too," Henry answered, a beatific smile spreading over his handsome features. "It might be kind of soon for us to think that way, but .... I can't help it. I've never felt this way about anybody before, Will. It's quick, but when it's right, you know it."

Will nodded, joy flooding through him at Henry's words. So he wasn't the only one of them who felt that this was love, that this would last. This wasn't going to be a fling. This was going to be something that touched their hearts and souls, something that would grow.

"It's not just right, it's perfect," he said softly, lowering his head to kiss Henry again. The moment their lips met, that fierce desire coursed through his veins again; his body was already stirring in ways that he wouldn't have expected so soon after what had just happened between them.

That could wait, he told himself firmly as he lay back against the pillows with Henry in his arms. They had plenty of time to explore each other's bodies, and set that fierce desire within them free. They had the rest of their lives -- and he intended to enjoy every moment.

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