For you two (TFATF/XXX-Crossover)

We sat, or partially lay, rather, on that gangway for quite a while without doing anything except perhaps observing each other's breathing come to normal.

"What a trip, Xander." I finally said.

"Yeah, what a trip." He stated.

"You're doing that kind of shit often?"

"Not that kind of shit, but shit like that, yes." He chuckled.

"What exactly is 'shit like that'?"

"Bungee jumping, parachuting, that kind of 'shit' besides biking, snowboarding, car wrecking and so on - oh, and all combined with each other in the most ridiculous combinations." He stated.

"Extreme sports? Yeah, that fits." I laughed. "Not my kind of shit, but cool."

"What's your kind of shit?"

"Speed junkie. Love cars, love them to bits. Fast cars, especially."

"My father..." he started, and it sounded a bit as if he was drifting away in his thoughts, "...used to have a car... really fast one... Dom wrecked it, unfortunately..."

"The Charger? Yeah, I drove it." I said as if I had just stated that I had worn one of Dom's shirts.

"Can't be, you don't know him that long..." Xander frowned.

"No, I don't, but some months ago we... met someone... who, well, wanted to catch Dom's interest, had the Charger rebuilt and made me drive it. We still own it. Almost a perfect copy, even Dom says that."

"And you... drove that thing? Good lord..." He said.

"I drove that thing; even in a state when the steering, brakes and axis weren't even remotely adjusted. On a racetrack, even. I swear, I never drove a car before or after of which I had the impression that it wanted to kill me, but this thing did. Got better when everything was adjusted, though; but I'll never forget that one race. That adrenaline rush has yet to be beaten."

"I can imagine that. How did you feel afterwards?"

"What, when the adrenaline wore off? Painful all over." I laughed. "Felt as if I had been hit by a truck. Couldn't even remove my hands from the steering wheel for quite some time because they were so cramped from just holding it."

"Yeah, that I can imagine, too, if the replica is as close as you say."

The fog of the discotheque hall below us was creeping through the iron grid beneath us.

If I hadn't looked up to his face I wouldn't have noticed it, but for a short moment, when the white dry ice smoke was passing through the grid, billowing over it, I saw something in his eyes that seemed a bit... familiar to me. The same look that I had given the rings of his hand earlier that evening; a fearful, knowing look. I even felt his legs twitching beneath me for a moment; as if he was preparing to jump up. Again, this, too, was so subtle that I wouldn't have noticed it without looking at his face at that moment.

I frowned. Xander, extreme sports fetishist, scared of dry ice fog? Impossible.

As impossible as someone else being scared of the silent metallic clicking of rings on a hand.

Except, of course, if...

I touched his face, forced him to look into my eyes. It seemed that he stared right through me, as if his mind was at a place far, far away; just not here; somewhere that he had seen something likely to that fog before.

Something that had scared him, had pained him.

"You okay?" I said softly.

"Hm?" He murmured, still staring through me and obviously not really being with me at that moment.

"Just artificial fog; dry ice, Xander, just a discotheque; no need to panic."

"How can you know..." He started, finally focussing me.

"Because I know that look in your eyes. Sport it myself occasionally, like with your rings earlier this evening."

"Seems we both have seen some things in our lives that we could have passed on, hmmm, Dana?" He said a bit sad.

"Sort of." I snorted. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." He said.

"Unconditional trust?" I tried.

"Concerning that - not really." Xander insisted. "You would perhaps hate me if I told you."

"Well, I should hate you for the fact that you just let me hang head down over that dancefloor, but I don't, so there."

"Don't try that. Don't try and come so close to me." He warned.

"Well, you've been inside of me, so..."

"Emotionally too close, Dana. Just a warning; you're trying to get closer than I want you to be."

"As you wish." I shrugged, got up and put my pants back on without looking at him.

"Hey..." I heard him say, softly, almost not hearable, somewhere behind me. "Come back down here to me. Didn't mean it that way."

"Which way did you mean it then, Xander?" I spat and turned around. Then I saw his eyes. He was really sorry.

"Come back down, sit with me, then I'll explain." He stretched his hand out; I took it and let myself be pulled back into his lap.

"So?" I said.

"It's just... don't want to tie myself to anyone. Emotionally, that is."

"You already did that with the 'trust' thing, Xander..."

"I'd deny that." He said, not really serious, looking down at the dancefloor; something I still didn't like and didn't dare to do. "See, you're my brother's woman and..."

"Ah, fuck you with 'your brother's woman', Xander. I'm no one's woman, if I am anyone's woman, then I'm my own."

"Interesting, some hours ago you insisted that you were his woman to get rid of me, now you're telling me you're not his woman to get a hold of me?" He laughed. "Shut it, tonight you're my woman." He said and kissed me. I knew it was meant to distract me and vowed that I wouldn't forget the look in his eyes to pester him about it later.

Eventually he stopped kissing me, took my face in his hands and looked at me; a long probing stare.

"What?" I said just loud enough that my voice would be carried over the music.

"You love him?"

"Of course I do. It's just... lately, we've been... drifting apart a bit. Well, much is more like it."

"And you both don't have the power to fight this? To talk about it? Can't believe that." Xander said, his thumbs stroking over my cheeks.

"Don't know if that would make sense, Xander. Don't know if it's worth it. In the States he left me alone at home; often. I have no idea where he's going."

"And you don't ask?"

"No, because..."

"...you think that this is his business. Good. Why don't you go out?"

"Don't feel like it. See... everyone there sees me as 'Toretto's woman'... no one would dare to..."

"Oh, I bet there are a few dozen who would." He smiled.

"Why are you telling me this now, Xander? What do you..."

One of his thumb went over my lips.

"Shhh." He said. "You don't think Dom loves you too much any more, right?"

"Probably." I shrugged.

"What would you say if I told you that he knows I'm together with you tonight?"

"I would perhaps ask what he said when he got to know this." I replied and frowned a bit.

"And what would you say if he told me that I would never be able to come close to you, but at the same time he admitted that if I would, he'd be a bit jealous even if I was his brother?"

"I'd say that I wouldn't be surprised at all." I said. "Xander, what..."

"Shhh." He said and kissed me; just a short touch with his lips and tongue.

A new song started to play; I knew that one; 'I don't wanna know' with the Enya sample in the background.

He started to chuckle. "Damn..." He said and looked at me with some sort of sad, knowing look. "If I show you something, will you promise to stay here with me until I tell you to do something else?"

I became a bit unnerved.

"Xander, if you don't tell me very soon what you want to tell me, then..."

"Come here, closer." He ordered. "Turn around, so that I can wrap my arms around you and hold you. Don't you dare looking away from my face when you do."

It was a bit difficult for me to do this without looking anywhere else than into his eyes, but somehow I managed.

With my legs dangling from the gangway, I laid back in his arms, sat between his legs and looked back up at him, whose hands were still holding my face.

"What now, Xander?" I said and let my hands wander over his legs.

He looked at me for some more seconds, occasionally looking behind me.

"Look." He finally whispered and turned my head around with his hands, forcing me to look down.

I stared at the dancefloor below us and couldn't believe what I was seeing.

The dancefloor was almost empty save for one person in the middle.

And that person was Dom.

I had to blink twice to believe that it was really him.

He was dancing so damn beautiful; eyes closed, arms folded behind his head.

His lips were moving to the lyrics.

"I don't need to know the truth, baby, keep it to yourself... I don't wanna know..."


"What do you think, who is he thinking of?" Xander whispered into my ear; his hands were slowly gliding under my shirt. "Think that he's thinking of you when he's singing and dancing like that?"

His hands cupped my breasts; his thumbs teased my nipples while he started to lick over my ear.

"Xander... please.. he might see us and..."

Of course that idea was ridiculous; if no one else had seen us during that stunt before then it was more than unlikely that particularly Dom would see us now sitting on that grid of the gangway.

"And what? Don't you think he's already imagining what we're doing? Perhaps he's picturing us both on your bed, covered in sweat... and he has probably no idea how close we are..."

"Xander!" I hissed. "I can't leave him down there, alone..."

"He's not so alone. Look, the others are standing by the bar."

A look over proved that he was right. Brian, Vince and Michael were standing there and watched him, too. Vince was shaking his head and gulped down his beer.

"I promised you a night, Dana, but you also promised me a night. Don't forget that." He whispered. "I've only had some hours with you. If you now decide to break that promise, I'll ask for another night with you in return. Would you promise to give that to me?"

"I could promise that, but..."

"No 'but', Dana. Either you promise it and tell me when; or you don't promise it and you'll never see me again given that you decide to go down there." He pinched my nipples with his fingers. "Tell me, Dana. Don't you want me for another night? Don't you want to feel me again? Fly with me again?"

"Gods, Xander..." I sighed. "Please..."

"When?" He said, pinching me harder; I moaned out.

"Day after tomorrow." I said.

"Fine with me. See that your house is empty by nine in the evening. And now... let's show him we're there."

"But..."

"Stop 'butting' me, Dana. My night, until you're in his arms. My terms, or I'll go. I'll give you anything you want... as long as it's happening on my terms. I know my brother longer than you, and I do know that if you just walk on the dancefloor now, he'll push you away. I'll make him want you again. You deserve it. Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

One of his hands was removed from under my shirt and turned my face to him; then he kissed me; fierce and passionate. The other hand didn't stop teasing my nipple; and I moaned into his mouth.

"Are you wet, Dana?" He whispered.

"Much." I sighed.

"I like you wet, Dana. Don't forget that." He got up. "Wait until the end of the next song, then come down. Have to put on your boots first, anyway; might take a while. I'll wait for you." He smiled and then he was gone.

What the hell did he want to do now?

When I had climbed down, Dom was already standing by the bar with the others and another song had started to play. And this one I knew, too - Placebo's 'Every you, every me'.

Xander was already waiting for me and took me into his arms.

"Dance with me, Dana." He whispered into my ear. "Dance with me like before."

"But-"

"If you say 'but' one more time, you'll never see me again; I already told you that. It's just you and me and the dancefloor for this song. Trust me. Let me lead you. Dance with me."

He was already pushing me to the dancefloor; and I couldn't help but do what he told me.

He placed his hands on my hips and started to move them in slow, lazy circles.

"Relax, Dana. Give yourself to me. Remember when we flew together; at your home and up there. Close your eyes, let yourself fall, I'll hold you. Move with me, trust me. Just you and me here, no one looking." He whispered into my ear.

And, again, I did as I was told. Moved with him, against him, let him wrap his arm around my waist while his other hand was tracing from my shoulder over my chest to my stomach and back, bending my torso down while he was still moving my hips in circles with his own.

I could feel his body heat; the closeness, his breath on my neck when he lifted me up again into his arms, making my right arm drape around his neck.

"Open your eyes." He whispered into my ear. "Look at me."

I looked into his eyes, saw the fire burning there. What did the world matter? I was in Xander's arms.

"Don't forget your promise, Dana. Don't forget we still need to talk about the 'rough' thing." He said.

"I won't forget it, believe me." I replied.

"Good, because I think there's someone who would like to dance with you, too." He whispered into my ear. "Be nice and sexy to him, I'd love to watch you."

One of his hands wandered over my back, making me shiver.

Just, of course, that both of his arms were still wrapped around my waist.

I knew who was standing behind me, who was touching me; knew it even better when I felt his chest pressing to my back.

"Yours, brother, for the rest of the night." Xander smiled over my shoulder and removed his arms from my waist into which I had leaned.

I was so relaxed that I fell back - right into Dom's arms who continued to dance with me moving behind me, his arms firmly wrapped around my body.

I closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened them again, Xander was gone; and I was not just a bit disappointed. Then I remembered what he had told me - be nice and sexy to him, I'd love to watch you - and just knew that he would still be around somewhere, even if I couldn't see him and somehow that seemed very comforting.

Instead I found really everyone on and around the dancefloor staring at us. Of course, I thought - that kind of handing a woman over must have been a sight none of them ever had seen before...

"Didn't know you could dance so sexy with someone else." Dom whispered into my ear.

"You never danced with me, Dominic. You never even tried to." I replied.

"Right, but I'm doing it now, baby."

"Yeah, definitely." I sighed, caught his head with my hand over my shoulder, turned a bit in his arms and kissed him deep. When I let go of him, I saw him looking at me.

"Xander did some... things to you, right?" He said; his hands wandering over my stomach. "Damn, you look so good. Hot, flushed, and that makeup is gorgeous. Would have loved to watch him with you."

"That's something you two have in common." I said. "Saw you dancing, too, Dominic. Beautiful."

"Likewise, baby." He said and kissed me again.