For you two (TFATF/XXX-Crossover)

I spent the day far away from the house, the garage and all of them, visited places where I used to go before I had gone to the US, met some people I knew in the past. It was a good day, a fun day.

Just, of course, that I was thinking much; but didn't get any further than what I had already concluded that morning. I had wronged them, they had wronged me; mostly Dom, of course, but I still had difficulties to see them as two different persons.

But somehow, after almost certainly knowing about them, it seemed more and more impossible for me to continue to share a house with them; even just one of them.

This would be something we would have to talk over.

Perhaps I could move in with Michael, Brian and Vince for the time of their stay here.

And then? What then, Dana? I thought. Much of yours and Michael's stuff is still in the US. Going back there seemed even further away.

Dom, that was one shitty idea you had there...

The more I thought about it, the more I felt him slipping away from me. As if he was gliding out of my hands; but worse: I didn't feel sad about it. I almost didn't care.

I returned to the house late that evening; it was already dark. I didn't bother to turn the lights on and just sat down on the kitchen table.

Then I gave Michael a call. Dom snatched the phone from him as soon as he found out who he was talking to.

"Why did you run away?" It was not spoken out as a question, it was an accusation.

"You have three guesses." I said.

"Okay, stupid question. But why didn't you let me explain..."

"I think there's not much to explain, Dom." I felt myself growing cold.

"You're jealous of my brother?" He whispered it; I knew the others had to be near.

"I'm not, Dom." I said.

"Then why the hell are you so fucking pissed?"

"Well, how would you react if you found out that the woman you've been living with for almost half a year never told you that she had a relationship with a woman - an incestuous relationship with her twin sister even, Dom?" I shouted at the phone.

Silence.

"Dominic? - DOM?"

"No, it's me, Michael." A different voice said in German.

"Where the hell is Dom?" I asked, also in German. Better to keep the conversation in a language the others didn't understand.

"Currently? He's sitting at the table and is pouting. No, wrong - right now he's gulping down a lot of beer." Michael commented.

"Brilliant." I sighed. "What's Xander doing?"

"Haven't seen him since the morning. He bought a motorbike, made me register it and drove off."

"Great, Michael. Does he know where you live?"

"Why?"

"Because I don't want him to appear at my house, dammit!" I shouted.

"Well, yeah, he does know where I live."

"Then make Dom call him so that he's not walking through my door!" I said.

"What's up, Dana?" He said.

"Nothing that would have to interest you, Michael."

"Oh, I think it has to if you're behaving like this."

"Well, let me put it this way, this afternoon I called the estate agent who should sell my house and made him put the sale on a hold."

Silence.

"Michael?" I said.

"You did WHAT?" The volume was so loud that I had to take the phone from my ear for a moment.

"Don't think I'll go back to the US with you, Michael."

"You're shitting me, right?" He said after another moment of silence.

"I'm not, Michael."

"Okay, what did those two do to you?"

"Basically nothing, Michael. It's just that I and Dom... are somewhat... growing apart."

"You talked to him about this?"

"Not yet, not really." I said.

"You should. Really. Gods, now I know why he's been so aggressive all day..."

"No, that might have another reason. But if he doesn't tell you, I won't either. Take good care of them all, and please keep them out of my house tonight. I have to think a bit."

"Won't be too difficult, we wanted to go for a pub tour tonight." Michael replied. "And I definitely need to talk to you tomorrow."

"Whatever." I said. "Anything else?"

"Not really, I'll just have to digest what you have told me, I guess."

Good. Have a nice evening, Michael." I said and hung up.

Dammit. How on earth did it come so far?

I tried to remember the time in the US; the good times I had with Dom and the team. The time at Racewars; in Houston on the beach, at the other race, when Michael had found us, Mexico and the injured knee, New York, Sway and the Pacer, Verone and the Charger, Dom and the pendant, the shot, the hospital, the house and everything else.

It seemed like a different life to me, and I didn't know if I wanted that life back. In fact, it was more like so that I didn't want that life back.

I sighed, went to the fridge and looked into it.

Coke or Feiglinge?

I gave the alcohol a long stare as if I wanted to see if it was moving. Took a bottle into one hand, sighed, placed it back in the fridge and took the Coke instead.

And almost dropped it when a hand sneaked around my waist from behind while another hand was stabilizing the Coke in my hand. The scream, however, I couldn't suppress; and even if I saw the tattoos on the arm and the rings on the hand, I had to turn around to verify who this was.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I screamed at Xander while still shivering from the shock.

"Just wanted to see how you're doing, Dana." He said with a very calm, quiet voice. "Good that you didn't take the alcohol, by the way. Wouldn't have caught that bottle."

"Go, Xander. Please. Just go. Go to the others and..." I tried to get away from his hold.

"No, I won't." He said firmly.

"This is my house, Xander. And I'm telling you to go, dammit!" I spat.

"Why are you so angry about me?" He asked, stroking over my stomach with one of his thumbs. "As far as I just understood from your phone call, you're angry about Dom because he failed to tell you about me and him. But why, oh why, are you trying to get rid off me then?"

"Good question." I realized and frowned; then remembered. "Oh, perhaps it's just because you were behaving like an asshole last night?"

"In which way?" He had the guts to ask.

"Uhm, let me think... you broke into my house - I still have no idea how you did it then, just as I have no idea how you managed now, by the way - undressed, came into my bed and tried to fuck me?" I said.

"Oh, that. Well, you can't say that you didn't like it, right? And you can't exactly blame me, either, I thought my brother had told you..."

"Ah, fuck you, Xander!" I snapped and, again, tried to escape him.

Just to hear him chuckling behind me again , and my struggling only resulted in being pulled closer - very close So close, in fact, that I was practically pressed to him; no piece of paper would have fit between us.

"Fuck me? Yeah, I can imagine that's something you'd like to do."

I laughed out harsh and loud.

"Who the hell do you think you are? And I'm together with your brother, just to remind you once more."

"Mostly, yeah. But don't think that I didn't hear what you said this morning, Dana."

"Oh, and what did I say this morning?"

"I think 'can't say he didn't turn me on' were your exact words."

I didn't know what unnerved me more - his constant chuckling or the fact that his brain was functioning so well. Or maybe it was that I now knew he had been at least listening to Dom and me in the morning instead of just looking in for a moment.


This time I tried to escape him in earnest. I twisted, kicked, tried to bite him.

Just to find myself being pinned with my back to the tiled wall next to the refrigerator, my arms being held up over my head by one of his hands, his body pressing to mine.

"You don't think you'd really stand a chance, right?" He laughed down at me.

"What the hell do you want, Xander? Take me away from your brother or what?" I glared at him.

"You're sweet if you're so furious, you know that?" He chuckled. "But, no, I would never take you 'away'. Couldn't do that, anyway - that's something only you could do, and in case you should ask yourself - it's something I'd never ask for. Wouldn't want to keep you. Don't want to keep any woman, that is."

How interesting, I thought. I had never met a man before who would tell me from the start that he didn't want to keep me. Either they said nothing, or told me they loved me, but that was new.

"So what else do you want?"

"Well, for a start, you would never hear me saying 'I love you' or any likely shit. I wouldn't mean it if I'd say it, and I would never mean that. I'd never expect anything like that from you either. I'd never want to own or keep you. Dom knows that. All I'm wanting is a bit of your time, a bit of you, a tiny bit attention compared to your lifespan. Some memories. And I know you're wanting this too."

"And what on earth makes you think that I could want that, too?"

"Oh, quite some things. The way you speak out my name. Love that. Then the fact that during all your struggling here, you always tried to escape me but never tried to escape my body. In fact, you're leaning to it right now even if you could press yourself to the wall. You want to touch me. Admit it."

"That freaking tiled wall is fucking cold, Xander!" I spat, becoming more furious because he was so damn right that it wasn't funny anymore.

"Oh, and hmmm, perhaps the fact that I overheard your little conversation this morning. Already wet, Dana?"

That was probably the moment when I would have bitten down on his face if he had let me. To his luck and to my further anger, he managed to evade me - laughing.

"Damn, you have fire! I bet Dom can't keep up with that. You want to bite me?"

"Yeah, I'd love to." I growled.

"I'd say I better bite you first." He said and before I could react, his lips were on mine.

Of course my reaction to this was not to bite him. The automatic reaction was to keep my lips pressed closed. But damn, that guy could kiss! Lips teasing, stroking, nibbling on mine; then his tongue was pressing between them.

And I couldn't help but open my mouth. Let him in. Feel his tongue playing with mine. Actually played with his, too. When I closed my eyes, his lips were removed; and to my surprise I was disappointed.

"Nice." He smirked. "Don't worry, I won't kiss you any more. Don't want to bite me any more, either, hmmm?"

I felt myself blushing and tried to look down, but his hand came up under my chin and lifted my head until I was looking at him.

"Xander - I don't know if..." I started, not really knowing what to say.

"Come on. You do know." Two teasing brown eyes looking into mine.

"No, really, I don't think this is right."

"Oh, you do." His arm snaked around my waist.

"Xander... stop that... I don't feel comfortable with..."

"Which is why you have no idea where to look." He chuckled. "I know you want this, quit playing games."

The hand that had held up my arms was taken away; and as if it was a reflex, my arms fell down on his shoulders - something I didn't consciously do; but there we were - my arms on his shoulders, his around my waist. Damn...

"Well, if you know what I want, you know a lot more than I do..." I said, biting my bottom lip.

"Ah, there, see. Just a few minutes ago you were sure that you didn't want this. Now you don't know what you want. If I wait fifteen minutes, you'll probably scream my name and beg me to take you." He grinned.

Self centered bastard, I thought and let out a short harsh laugh.

"Dom told me you're self confident, but this, Xander, is ridiculous. Let go of me or I'll really scream, and unless your name all of a sudden has changed to 'police', I don't think your idea will come true."

Another chuckle. "You wouldn't do that." He said totally serious.

"Wanna try me?"

"Oh, I want to try a lot of things. Tried a lot of things, actually. And yes, you're on my list."

"Not going to happen."

The more he mocked and tested me, the more resistant I became. Typically me. Unfortunately it was also typically me to, in contrast to the words I said, fall for him more and more.

"Will happen. Let me put you to a test: If you hold still, stop the 'stop that' shit for five minutes and don't ask me to kiss you within those five minutes, I'll scratch you from my list. I won't even touch your skin with my hands during that time to make you say it."

That was something I could live with, I thought. Just five minutes of firmly thinking 'no'. Did that before, always worked.

"Okay." I said, looking at the clock. "It's five past ten, at ten past you'll let me go, then I'll be in my bed at a quarter past. And you'll be on the couch or on your way to Michael."

"Only if you don't ask me what I told you."

"Perfect with me."

"Very well." He said and opened the zipper of my dress one handed.

"What the hell...?" I almost shouted at him and tried to walk backwards. Which, of course, wasn't possible with his arm around my waist and the wall in my back.

"Shut up and stay in place. Remember? No speaking; just holding still." He said, using the one free hand to push the dress from my shoulders, making it fall to the floor.

Brilliant, I thought. You're so fucking stupid, Dana...

Damn, that guy had nimble fingers. With just one hand he managed to open and remove my bra without ever touching my skin with that hand.

I looked into his face and froze.

Never in my whole life I had seen anyone look at me like this. Not even Dom when he was really hot. Those eyes were burning. Damn, if he was pretending that then he was fucking good at pretending, Dom had been right. I found that I was inhaling sharply by just looking at him.

My panties found their way down my legs, again, no hand touching my skin.

He just smiled his smug smile and, his eyes never leaving mine, started to pull his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. The pants followed a few seconds later, this man was the first man I had ever seen who managed to take off his pants one handed without bending down the least bit and without looking like a stumbling, stupid moron even just trying to do something like this.

For a moment I could look at him - ink-decorated perfection; and I had to inhale at that sight.

Then his body touched mine; he practically crushed me between the wall in my back and him.

I closed my eyes for a moment. That body was so hot, so burning hot... so... dammit! No, I thought, just firmly thinking... oh gods...

His tongue was running along my shoulder in slow, lazy circles; up the crook of my neck, along the outline of my ear.

"Like that?" He whispered and his breath on my ear made me shudder. "You can have more... so much more... just three words..."

Three, I thought, why three, kiss me are two....

"...kiss me, Xander, is all it takes..."

A-ha... fucking damned smart. He wanted to make sure that I would never be able to say that I had pretended he was Dom... Fuck you, Xander, men never get from me what they ask me for... unless, of course... they don't touch me with their hands but with their pecs... holy shit!

I stared at this in amazement. He was working his muscles along my body, practically replacing his own two hands with probably dozens of well worked muscles. Can't be, I thought; never heard, let alone experienced anything like... shit. I felt that I was sweating already.

"Like that much, hmmm?" He breathed chuckling into my ear, making me shiver. "Just takes three words... four syllables... say it, come on..."

The 'No' I had firmly placed in my brain was slowly but surely pushed back in my head, being replaced by a desperate 'Why on earth is this happening', behind which I could already see a very needy 'Kiss me? Why the hell should I ask you to you kiss me? Fucking would be much more like it...' bouncing around.

"Can't work on you like this, you're too short and I won't bow to you." He said softly, stemming his arms under mine to the wall. "If this hurts, tell me and I'll stop..."

His thigh was sliding between mine, parting them. I was lifted up by his leg until his knee came to a rest on the wall behind me and I, after a short slide down his thigh, was practically sitting on his lap, my back resting against his thigh while he was standing before me, now pressing his body even more into mine.

How on earth he could maintain this position without even just flinching under my weight that was now resting solely on his leg was totally beyond me.

"Damn, anyone ever told you that you become quite wet? I can feel you on my leg. Sexy." He chuckled into my ear. "So much for the 'no, never' part. Say it, Dana, and I promise you won't regret it. Ever."

His biceps were squeezing my sides, his tongue continued to explore my neck for which he now had to look up to me, then went down my collarbone, constantly teasing, drawing circles.

Damn! I didn't only have Dom's permission, he had practically ordered me to do this. On the other hand, of course, that could also have been Dom testing me. But he had said it. To my face.

And I had answered that I wouldn't do it.

Which seemed so freaking distant, now that I had Xander giving me parts of the tiny bits of attention he demanded for himself.

A short look at the clock told me that I only had two minutes left.

"How long, Dana? How long until your chance to have me slips away? Does the time worry you? I won't extend it, so you better hurry up..." His husky voice whispered into my ear. "Damn, I need you so much now, so badly... please... let me have you."

Ah, he went from teasing to begging mode. Can't say that I don't like that, I thought... and felt myself sweating more; not just from the closeness and heat of his body, but also because of his tongue, his muscles, his words and, last not least, his eyes.

I closed mine and, without really wanting this to happen, a small sigh escaped my lips.

"Love the way you're sighing, Dana. Do it once more."

He changed the angle of his leg beneath me a bit downwards until I was almost sliding down his thigh again, the muscle of his leg now pressing to my clit, making me take a ragged breath.

"Bet you scream pretty well. Scream for me, Dana, scream my name tonight. Want to hear that from you, only you tonight, and often."

"Please... Xander..." I begged. This just couldn't be true, couldn't continue.

His lips brushed from my ear over my cheek, coming to a halt just millimeters before my mouth, his nose touching mine.

"A bit missing in that sentence." He said and flicked his tongue over my bottom lip. "But I love the way you're saying my name. Say it again, Dana. Say it, please."

The angle of his leg changed again. And again. Damn, that guy was rubbing me off without touching me with his hands. I found myself moaning out his name; his tongue took that chance to lick over my lips again; this time over upper and bottom lip, almost sliding into my mouth. Still his lips didn't touch mine.

That, together with his leg beneath me and his muscles on me almost made me lose my mind and I tried to kiss him, but he pulled his head back.

"You have to say it. I won't let you kiss me or kiss you unless you tell me to." He said. "And just imagine what my hands could do to you if the rest of my body can do this. Or think a little further and imagine what it would feel like if I fucked you all night long, your body under mine, on mine, next to mine, before mine - whatever way you'd want me to do... I'd do what you want, just say it."

That man definitely knew his way around women, dammit!

The clock. A side glance told me that I only had thirty seconds.

After which I, whatever my answer was, would be thoroughly broken.

"You think he'll be mad about this?" I whispered, my voice raw.

"Only because he wasn't there to participate or watch." Xander chuckled into my ear. "Believe me, this won't change a thing between you two; at least not from his side. Well, perhaps it will teach you one or two things you could ask him to do... Just say the words and I'm all yours tonight."

What the fuck, I thought. Better being broken with fun than being broken with need...

His tongue was stroking over my lips again.

"Xander..." I whispered, hesitating, looking into his eyes. His tongue never left my lips.

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

"Say it. Just say it. Please." He whispered and licked over my lips again.

I finally gave up.

"Kiss me, Xander." I breathed, feeling my world shatter. Nothing, that I knew, would ever be the same as before after I had spoken out those words.