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One rare occasions, when work became too much, Roger invited him over for dinner. On even rarer occasions, Roger was the one that cooked. The man had told him once, he didn't mind cooking if someone came in and cleaned after him. His biggest complaint was that it usually got too hot in the kitchen.

He doesn't look it now, but when Dastun first arrived, Roger had come kicking his way out of the kitchen, with flour-covered hands and a sheepish grin. "Just wait a little longer, Dan, it's almost ready," he'd said, and disappeared back through those swinging doors, hair a mess, face sweaty from the too hot room.

Rarer still, was when Roger used his first name. It made his stomach clench with the memories of working together on the force, before Roger quit with loud words and even louder emotions. He'd never forgotten the burning anger and betrayal in those dark eyes as Roger handed him his badge.

He was sitting on the couch when Roger once again came out of the kitchen, as dramatically as before, and disappeared into his bedroom. Not even ten minutes later he came out, fresh from a shower with a smile as warm as his skin.

His lips were soft and still moist and for a moment Dastun forgot about dinner when Roger's tongue dipped into his mouth leaving a trace of toothpaste in its wake. Then Roger was gone again, setting the table and lighting candles, pouring the wine and making sure everything was perfect for his not so perfect partner.

They ate, not at the long formal dining table, but at a smaller one in front of the many picture windows. The flickering candle light reflected off the glass and often gave Dan a distraction for when Roger's gaze became too much.

On nights like these, Roger dismissed Norman and told Dorothy, in not so many words, to leave please, so they could have some privacy. Dastun had never seen Dorothy's reaction to this, though she really wouldn't have any, would she, because she was an android.

Dessert was a chocolate mousse spread over his lips with Roger licking it off, wiggling in his lap and driving him insane. They usually never made it to dessert, but Dastun held himself in check, and Roger, surprisingly, did the same. Though they wouldn't make it to the end of dessert if Roger kept squirming like that.

They did, and next came a chat by the fire, though he wasn't sure how he was supposed to talk with the way Roger's tongue moved in his mouth, but things like this required little communication. Roger spoke with the way he gripped Dan's shoulders, the way he arched up when Dan touched his chest, the way he moaned when Dan put a leg between his.

What they were doing was more suited to the bedroom, but Dan couldn't be bothered because his pants were halfway down his legs and his cock was deep in Roger's ass, and besides, Roger was begging him not to stop in a hoarse voice that made gooseflesh prickle his skin.

Roger always came first, with Dastun's hand around his cock, squeezing and stroking until he was too sensitive to be touched. That was when Dan fucked him hard into the couch, coming with a grimace and a low groan. Roger was sweaty again.

They weren't the type to cuddle, in fact, Roger was the type to get up and take a shower right away because he didn't like the way the semen dried on his skin and the way his sweat made him shiver when Dan's warmth was no longer over him, inside him.

They showered together, and fucked again for good measure before tumbling, exhausted, into Roger's bed. Dan drifted almost immediately into sleep, but not before he felt an arm around his waist and a head on his shoulder.

Yes, these types of nights, with romantic dinners and proper seductions, were rare, but Dastun still always looked forward to them.