For you two (TFATF/XXX-Crossover)

Author's note:

This and the following chapter will be a bit boring to the ones of you who expect more hot sex. Sorry, but that's what life is like; you can't have that stuff all the time and I hate writing PWP ;-)

Many thanks to Flute for the suggestion of green, clouded fluids - there was just one thing I could think of concerning them, and this I used - not for the last time in this story, by the way :-D

The song ended, we still stood on the dancefloor, kissing and moving.

"Dominic..." I whispered past his lips.

"Yes, baby?"

"The music has ended..."

"So...?"

"Nothing, just thought I should mention it."

He chuckled. "Want something to drink? You're sweating all over."

"Could drink a whole lake." I replied.

Still kissing, he pushed me to the bar, to the others.

When I turned around I looked right into Vince's face. He stared at me, snorted, then gulped his beer down.

"What, Doc?" I laughed, swinging to the music that was now playing while waiting for Dom to organize some drinks.

"Nothing, Dana." He grumbled. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, Michael and I used to go here often before we came to the US. I could ask you the same, Doc?" I snapped.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me aside a bit.

"What the hell are you doing here with Xander? I thought you needed some time off..."

I laughed into his face. "Yeah, Doc, that's what I thought. He made me think... something else."

"That I can see." Vince replied dryly, staring at the bitemark on my shoulder. "How can you two dare to dance before Dom like this? How could he, and I assume that it was Xander, give you something like this?" His pointing finger dug into my shoulder. "If I were Dom, I would have given his brother a thorough beating; and you, too."

"Believe it or not, Vince, but Xander and Dana did that with my consent. My permission, actually." Dom said over my shoulder to his old friend and pressed a Coke into my hand while kissing my cheek.

Vince gave him a long stare, shook his head, then ordered more alcohol; I turned around to face Dom.

"Didn't think you'd say something like that." I said.

"But it's the truth, right?" He replied.

"I assume it is, even if I still have no idea why you're doing this. And I mean both of you."

"But you liked it?"

"Much." I admitted and thought of Xander and me on the carpet.

"You have to tell me more when we come home. I want to know... everything." He whispered into my ear, and I felt myself blushing.

I saw that Michael was looking at me, grinning and shaking his head, so I walked over to him.

"What's up with you?" I asked and, as if on their own accord, found my arms sneaking around his waist - something I just noticed when it had already happened. Damn, I thought - Xander heated me up way too much. What the hell had he done with me? I noticed that my body seemed to function with its own will ever since Xander had sex with me; it seemed to seek the touch of another body.

Just, of course, that I also noticed how disappointed my body was that Xander wasn't around. Or at least not anywhere I could see him.

"Oh, I was just thinking that you must be in Dana heaven." He grinned. "Didn't see those clothes on you for a very long time; but never saw them as sweaty as now. You're glowing tonight, you know that?"

"I know." I replied. "What do you mean by 'Dana heaven', Michael?"

"Well, you got everything you want, right? Not only a man who tolerates your escapades, but, in fact, approves them and another man who makes you glow like that. Congrats." He took another sip from his beer while he, too, was staring at the by now slightly blue-reddish teeth marks on my shoulder.

"Jealous, Michael?" I asked.

"A bit, perhaps. Especially when you come so close; but I doubt Dom would approve of me. Better get away from me, Dana, before I start to do things we'll both will regret."

"Sorry, can't do anything against it. My body is - kind of - well, having its own opinion what it should do tonight..."

He laughed out loud. "My, Xander must have been good. I only remember one occasion when you were like this, and that was years ago when we both spent that night in Hamburg in the hotel when you just couldn't get enough. Remember that?"

"Yeah, Michael, I remember that. But no, that was nothing compared with tonight and Xander, believe me."

I felt that I had already said more than enough, but my body demanded closeness to another; and the only one who wouldn't be any trouble with the other three was Dom, who was chatting with Brian. I wrapped my arms around him.

"Hey Dom." I said.

"Hey baby." He replied.

"Dance with me?" I asked.

"Sure." He turned around in my arms and started to push me towards the dancefloor. Over his shoulder I could see Brian grinning and shaking his head.

I noticed that while he was dancing with me, it was nothing like dancing with Xander. Interesting enough, both moved in a likely way; but it was more like Dom was dancing for other people with me while Xander had only been dancing with and for me, as if no one else had been there.

I tried for two songs to get his attention to me, but I didn't manage - even if I was in his arms all the time.

Fucking frustrating, I thought and asked myself if Dom had any idea how dangerous Xander was. To me, that was. To what he was doing with my mind. How much more I thought to have in common with him rather than with Dom.

Which, of course, reminded me of the look he had given the artificial fog.

That was definitely something worth finding out...

And if that required me to stay with Dom a little longer, no problem for me.

Selfish bitch, I thought. There you are again; you're starting to use him; for the first time, though, you're using someone to get closer to his brother. Twin brother, even. Dana, you're pathetic.

"Dom..." I said.

"Yes?" He looked down at me.

"Let's take a cab home, I'd rather have you in my bed now than here on the dancefloor."

"I'll go get my jacket." He said.

"Here's my ticket, bring mine as well. Meet me at the entrance, I'll tell the others." I replied and watched him go.

Pathetic, I thought. But definitely effective.

I just informed Michael shortly that I and Dom would be gone, grabbed another drink for my way- Absinthe this time, my second secret alcoholic weakness to the Feiglinge, and, of course, prohibited in the US - and started walk, or rather, push myself through the well filled club to the entrance.

Just, of course, to be stopped in the middle of the crowd by Xander.

"You're going where?" He asked, wrapping his arms around me.

"Home, with your brother." I said and gulped the green, clouded fluid down; not without noticing that kind of look in his eyes again. "Problems with Absinthe too, Xander?"

"Just with green fluids." He muttered.

"Should get a taste of that; bet you'd love it." I replied and tried to pull his head down to kiss him.

To my surprise, he wound himself out of my grab.

"No thanks. No alcohol, especially not when it's green. Not even when it comes from your lips."

"Your loss." I shrugged a bit disappointed.

"What you're gonna do at home, hmmm?" He said.

"Fuck your brother once or twice until he rolls off me snoring. Once, however, is usually enough." I grumbled.

He threw his head back and laughed... until he looked at me again and saw that I wasn't even smiling.

"You really mean that, right?" He asked a bit dumb.

"I really mean that." I verified nodding.

Xander shook his head. "You won't have him tomorrow night. And the day after tomorrow, you'll have me again. And then... we'll work on that freaking relationship of yours."

He kissed my cheek and was gone.

Yeah, sure, Xander, I thought. Working on that relationship. Certainly. And why the hell did you say that Dom won't be with me the next night?

No chance to ask him any more, I shrugged to myself - he was still gone. Sometimes the speed of him appearing and disappearing scared me.

I just continued my way to the entrance, thoroughly confused.

Of course that night went just as I had expected.

A bit of fumbling and kissing in the cab, all too slow and careful for my newly refound taste; the usual 'oh Gods Dana I'm so scared to crush you' sex at home in the bed, and I had a snoring man lying beside me.

Just a few weeks ago I had found that wonderful.

Damn, what he could have made of that night. A bit of teasing here, coaxing some information out of me there and putting a thorough amount of weight on me in between and he would have had me as hot as I had been with his brother.

Just of course that Dom wasn't his brother. Unfortunately.

Because all he made of that was to have me the usual way.

I knew he loved beds; but this was ridiculous. Thinking about it, the scene in the morning on the kitchen table had been a wonderful distraction.

Just, of course, that he didn't make too much of that either.

I found myself tracing the bitemark on my shoulder while I stared into the darkness of the bedroom. Damn, where the hell was Xander?

Eventually, sleep overwhelmed me.

I woke up by the ringing of my cellphone.

"Hmmm?" I murmured.

"Can you help out? I'm at the garage and need to replace my bumper and my fender." Michael said.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Crashed the car last night." He added a bit more silent.

"HAH?"

Okay, that woke me up.

"Yeah, your dear Xander did some kind of stunt with his bike on our way back and distracted me from looking at the road."

The moment I heard that was the moment I noticed that I was alone in the bed.

"Dom?" I shouted.

"Uhm... Dana... he's not in the house." Michael said.

"So where the hell is he?"

"Drove off with Xander this morning."

"U-huh." I wondered and was sure that I was missing something - something that the closed window blinds wouldn't answer me. "Michael... what time is it?"

"It's noon, Dana. You don't want to tell me that you slept until now, right?"

"Ummm... well, yes, I think I did." I tried to get up, but all I could do was scream out.

Damn, my body hurt. Legs, waist, breasts, arms and, last not least, my shoulder. Oh, and of course that townhouse sized thing on my sore neck formerly known as a head.

"Something wrong?" Michael asked carefully.

"Ow! Michael... you're already at the garage?"

"Sure."

"You still have your keys? To my house, I mean."

"Uhhh... yes, I think they're still somewhere here... yeah, got them, why?"

"Because I think I need a little help to get up." I sighed. "Come over and let yourself in, I'm in the bedroom. Don't you dare to turn on the lights; I have a headache from hell."

I already heard the door opening down in the house and threw the cellphone back on the nightstand.

He stood in the bedroom door merely five seconds later, stared at me and shook his head.

"Damn, you looked much better last night. In fact, you look like shit today."

"Well, thank you so much, I feel like shit, too." I replied bitter and tried to move again, to will my legs out of the bed, over that damn corner.

"What the hell did he do to you?" Michael asked and sat down by the bed.

"Who, Dom? The usual stuff, you know..." I started.

"Not Dom!" Michael grinned. "Xander!"

"Oh, that one. If I'd tell you, you wouldn't believe me." I groaned out loud when my feet hit the floor next to the bed and I was sitting next to him, half wrapped into the coverlet.

"Oh yes, I would." He replied, wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into a stand, totally ignoring my cursing and groaning when he did. "See, there's this saying we once had. The way a man drives is the way a man has sex. Remember that one?"

"I do. So?"

"Well," he sighed, "if Xander just puts a small potential of his driving into his sexual life, any other woman than you would be dead after one night."

"Explain?" I demanded wincing while taking the few steps with his help into the bathroom.

"Oh, where could I start. Well, we drove to my home last night, he on his bike. And that guy - dammit! - overtook me on the motorway." He said while turning on the hot water for the bathtub.

"Not so difficult with a bike like that and you not driving the Kadett." I chuckled.

"Driving on the guardrail?" He snorted.

I dropped down sitting on the side of the bathtub and laughed hard. "He drove on what?"

"The guardrail. You know, the grey steel planking used to border a motorway. Crash barriers."

"And... he overtook you driving on... that?" Laughing was painful, but I couldn't help it.

"Yeah." His face had darkened.

"Shit." I laughed.

"No shit." He replied. "Damn, I have no idea how he did that. And I just stared at him when he drove past me and... bang! - I hit one of the signal poles of the exit ramp. That's why I need a new bumper and fender now."

"Don't the signal poles give if you hit them?" I wondered.

"Yeah, but they still make nasty dents when they do. Kinda self defense of them, I guess." He shrugged. "And you know that I hate dents in my car's body, so I need replacements. And I need you to help me because for my life I can't do a paintjob and you know it."

"Yeah, I know it." I said and slid into the hot water. Hmmm, that was good.

"Good to talk to you again by the way, Dana." He said while sitting on the edge of the bathtub. "We didn't do that in a long time. Alone, I mean"

"Yeah, didn't do that for months, Michael." I said.

"And not for years with you in a bathtub." He smiled.

"Nothing on me you've never seen before." I laughed.

"Oh yes... bruises... bitemarks, okay, I've seen that last night already... and... damn Dana, you've lost a lot of weight since I last saw you naked."

"Some." I admitted.

"How much is 'some'?" He asked.

"Don't know, twenty pounds or so since Verone shot me? Don't have a scale."

"Looks good, but scares me a bit with you. You always said that it worried you if you lost weight because you needed it to keep your strength. How much do you weight now, Dana? I know you know it even if you don't have a scale."

"Hundred and twenty pounds?" I replied quietly. "That was back in the US, though; I really don't know how much..."

"Hundred and twenty?" His eyebrows shot up to his hairline "That's not twenty pounds you lost, it's more like thirty. You must be starving. Okay, before working on the car, it's eating for you today."

"I'm fine, Michael." I protested. "I'm still not underweight for my height. Just not so hungry any more since I was shot."

Since I became Toretto's woman, I thought. Though right now, I felt hungry in a way I hadn't felt in months. Not that I wanted to admit it, though...

My stomach knew that I was lying and rumbled loudly in protest.

"Ya, I can hear that. Okay, so perhaps you weren't hungry any more until Xander arrived. Today I'll feed you if your 'double trouble' so conveniently forget about it." He laughed. Then, after obviously thinking for some time, he just looked at me.

"You didn't mean that yesterday, right? Not going back to the US with us, I mean?"

"I did." I replied and didn't dare to look at him. "Today even more than yesterday. After last night... Michael, so much has changed."

"Want to stay with Xander, hmmm?" He said.

"He wouldn't want to keep me, Michael."

"That's what you said about Dom, too, before you got him."

"In case you shouldn't have noticed, Xander is different." I snapped.

"Yeah, he's different. What did he do to you? You don't change like this after just a fuck. That was what it was, right, if he doesn't want to keep you?"

"No, you don't understand. That... with him... was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced. I've never seen a man giving himself to a woman the way he did. As if I wouldn't just have sex with him or as if I wouldn't just dance with him; as if I owned him, as if I had always owned him and he always owned me. And I never, ever got that much attention from any man."

I wasn't even aware that I was holding a monologue; I just kept talking.

"As if I was the only woman, no, human being in the world. Made me forget that there was anything like a world existing around us. I even forgot that there was a Dom. Or you, Michael. Or anyone else I ever had. At that point of time it was just him and me. It was breathtaking. Confusing. Beautiful. I never lost it like this and it scares me. And at the same time, he constantly told me that I wouldn't keep him."

"Hmmm." He finally said, still sitting next to the bathtub. "Hmmm."

"What 'hmmm', Michael?" I asked.

"Nothing, just 'hmmm'. You already said that I wouldn't understand, right?" He got up and grabbed a bath towel. "Come on, time for you to get some food, digest that and some other things, I guess; and then we'll work on the car. I know you love paintjobs, so maybe that will give you some other ideas."