Sylum Advent 2022: December 13th

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Title: 3:10 to Yuma
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Dan surprises his Mate with a vacation, which brings out old histories and memories
Sylum Timeline: 2009 AD
Author’s Note: Ironically this story popped up when watching Ghost Bros on Discovery +. They had done an episode on Yuma Prison, and the comment came up ‘What if Dan took Ben to Yuma’ and here we are!

***

Ben should’ve realized something was up when Dan had planned a vacation for the two of them.

Considering, they’ve never actually been on vacation.

He loved his Mate, though many would likely question that, considering they weren’t the lovey dovey of Mates. They weren’t open in affection in front of others, and most of the time Dan was snarling at Ben, who was pushing every button his Mate had to annoy him.

How they met wasn’t the greatest moment in Dan’s life, or Ben’s considering he was being sent off to Yuma Territorial Prison. The moment he laid eyes on the former soldier in that bar in Bisbee, he knew the rancher was his Mate. And no, he hadn’t cared that Dan had a wife and a couple of kids. He sat at the man’s dinner table flirting with his good Christian wife, to annoy her, and stop himself from reaching across that table and taking Dan over the chicken dinner.

He had been thrilled Dan was part of the posse to take him to the train station in Contention. He had hoped the rest of the asshole would disappear, and lucky for him they got picked off one by one, by himself, bandits, Apache, and their own stupidity.

Dan held on.

Stubborn to the fault.

It was obvious they were made for each other.

Dan was snarkier than he wanted to admit, held his own against Ben, and was damn good in a fight. While Ben hadn’t seen his disability as a problem and pulled out the soldier that still lurked under the mild-mannered rancher. Plus, he let Dan be who he was, not what society wanted him to be.

He quickly realized he would do anything for Dan. He was already in half mind to kill anyone who looked at his Mate the wrong way, but more importantly he had been willing to get on that damn train, to make sure his Mate got the recognition and the money. Not that he would’ve gone to the prison, no one went to that, or any, prison willingly.

The plan had been to get on the train, let the train leave the station, escape the train, wait a few months to ride out to the ranch and claim what was his. Ship the wife back to England with the youngest boy. The oldest boy had spunk, like his old man. He could stay.

Then Charlie Prince fucked up his plan and shot Dan in the back. The obsessed asshole emptied his gun into the man, and Ben was not having it. He killed every member of his gang, then paid back the same number of bullets to Charlie.

Unfortunately, the bastard was already dead, and Ben didn’t have the ability to take his head.

His focus turned back towards Dan, who was amazingly still alive yet barely breathing.

He made a decision.

It was the best decision.

It just took time for Dan to come to the same conclusion.

The authorities told the widow that Dan had died a hero and gave her the reward money. She told them off and took her kids back to England. Decades later, Dan would end up face to face with family in Richard Grayson, who carried a particular Bible that had one of Ben’s drawings.

The Bible was back in their possession, and Dan had family once again.

“Vacation?” Ben eyed his Mate suspiciously. “Where exactly?”

“It’s been a cold wet winter here in Alaska, so I figured somewhere warmer.” Dan stated as he packed their bags, neither needed much. A few shirts, a couple of pants, and other accessories. He made sure to pack his back-up prosthetic especially as airports tended to get weird about the fact, he had a fake foot. He also made sure to get the lockbox to properly store Wade’s gun, as he knows he can’t go far without it.

And it wasn’t because Ben Wade was paranoid or was one of those gun rights idiots who wanted to carry an AR-15 into Walmart. His gun would not allow itself to be away from its chosen, just like its twin attached itself to Cort.

It was an 1873 Peacemaker Colt, and they had the historical documents, licenses, and everything any good, overworked TSA Agent would demand. Normally, Ben carried it in a specially made shoulder holster, under his suits, and had a license for concealed carry. Though in Alaska, carrying a weapon wasn’t unheard of, nor hidden away.

Ben leaned against the doorjamb watching Dan intently. “I would be worried that you’re going to leave me dead in a ditch somewhere, but like my gun, you’re cursed with me.”

“That’s one way to put it.” Evans snorted, glancing over his shoulder at his Mate.

Ben still looked like he did when they first met, back in 1884, when he was a wanted criminal. Though he swears there were warrants out there somewhere for his Mate. The clothes were slightly more modern, but still simple in nature. Usually dark pants or jeans, button down shirt with a vest or coat, boots, and hat. The only major difference was he didn’t have his gun holster on his hip. Which for some reason always looked odd, the ‘Right Hand of God’ was so much a part of his Mate that not seeing it on his hip didn’t feel right.

“So where are you whisking me off to?” Ben stepped into the room, reaching out to pull Dan closer to him. The smile was seductive, the gaze predatory. “Are we finally getting a honeymoon?”

“You would actually have to marry me for that to happen.” Dan slipped his hand into the dark locks and pulled him in for a quick kiss. “Arizona.”

“Why are we going back there?” Ben gave him a look, though didn’t let go.

“It’s been 125 years since … “

“Who knew you would be a closeted romantic.” Wade kissed him passionately then stepped back. “I know you’re up to something, but I’ll go along with it. The idea of a vacation sounds nice, no Rogues, no Hunting, not dealing with Mal’s damn pineapple.”

“That alone is worth running away.” Dan stepped away from his Mate, to finish up the packing. “Wash is going to fly us to Juneau, we’ll stay there overnight, then get a flight to Phoenix.”

“What exactly are we going to do while in Arizona?” He asked, pulling his gun from the holster, emptied the chamber before setting it in the travel case. They travel enough through Canada and the upper United States to Hunt Rogues that they have a system in place to keep the gun close at hand. So far no one has been stupid enough to question or touch it.

Yet.

“I’m not sure, see some old historical sites.” That got a snort from his Mate. “I was able to arrange some horses and a permit to go riding, camp out. Most of that area is National Park, so at least we won’t be running into bandits or someone who wants you dead.”

“As this is obviously an anniversary type of trip, I’m going to be expecting hot sex under the stars.” Ben laughed when a jacket was tossed at him. “Hey, I would’ve gone for it, the first time we shared a fire under the night sky.”

Dan gave him a soft smile, then sighed. “A moment of full honesty. We’ve never actually had any time that was just us or be somewhere we didn’t have to Hunt down some idiot Rogue. You’re a pain in the ass, but you’re my Mate and I want to spend time with you. Though, I should be checked into an Asylum for suggesting it.”

“They were all shut down back in the 1980’s, and are haunted by crazy ghosts, and investigated by crazier ghost hunters, which by the way we live with two of them.” Ben could tell Dan’s comment was legit and he appreciated the sentiment and honesty. “I get it. It’d be nice to ride without worrying about someone trying to shoot at us. Just the two of us.”

“Ray isn’t … never mind.” Dan finished with the last of the gear, then gave his Mate a smile. “So wanna go on an adventure?”

“Dan, it’s been an adventure since the moment I saw you.”

Ben’s gaze was intense, but it always had been. Dan pulled him into a passionate kiss, then stepped back grabbing some of the gear. “Wash is waiting.”

He shook his head, giving Dan a look before grabbing the lockbox and the second bag, game to see what his Mate was up to.

The plane ride to Juneau was worry free, Wash and Dan chatted the whole way there, while Ben napped. He had been out for the past few days, dealing with a Rogue that was lurking in one of the smaller fishing villages. Lief had been hearing rumors and sent the info to him. Bunyan had been out Hunting a pack hiding in the Canadian wilderness, so he had taken the job. By the time he dusted the bastard, he was cold and wanted to curl up with his Mate.

Only to find himself whisked away on a much needed vacation.

The hotel was close to the airport, and both crashed for the night.

Dan woke up to find Ben by the window, sketchbook out, drawing his favorite subject. “One would think you would tire of sketching me while I sleep.”

“I’ll never tire of it.” He smiled at him, setting the book and charcoal pencils down. “You’re my favorite subject.”

“And as much as I would like to let you have your wicked way, we got a plane to catch.” Dan sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed, then reached for his prosthetic. “Though a shower would be nice.”

“Thought you would never ask.” Ben moved over to the end of the bed holding his hand out. “We’re on vacation, isn’t shower sex supposed to be part of it.”

“I wouldn’t know we’ve never been on vacation.” Dan teased as they made their way into the bathroom.

Dan grumbled while Ben smirked, the hot steamy vacation shower sex had made them late. Not that Dan was complaining too much, since damn the things Ben could do with his mouth when he wasn’t provoking idiots by being a sarcastic asshole.

At least the airport wasn’t too busy and didn’t have to wait long to get to the front counter. The process usually took longer than normal, mainly due to the gun and prosthetic. There were times, it was quick and efficient, when people did their jobs without commentary. And then there moments, they ran into the idiot who just had to make their opinion known about everything they knew nothing about.

“This is so cool, man.” The TSA Agent had already been on their last nerve, but this was finishing it off. He was about Ben’s height, blondish hair, the amount of muscles said he spent too much time in the gym, and though he didn’t give off the ‘I’m a TSA Agent bow and worship me’ vibe, he knew who had the power.

Ben stared at the Agent with a bored expression. “Thanks.”

“This is an 1873 Peacemaker Colt, and in damn good condition. The cross is kinda cool, is this some type of movie prop?” He reached out to touch it, only to get his hand stopped by Ben. “Hey, man.”

“Don’t touch it. It’s cursed.”

The Agent laughed it off, only to be stopped suddenly by Wade’s intense stare.

“Seriously,” Ben continued, “bad things happen to those who touch it.”

“Dude.” The Agent shook his head yet pulled his hand back. “Is it like one of those haunted objects for those TV shows?”

“Is the paperwork in order?” Dan stepped into the situation, before his Mate shot the guy.

“Seems like it.” The Agent glanced through everything, taking extra care to check all the forms and licenses. “So, if it’s haunted why do you have it?”

“I didn’t say it was haunted, I said it was cursed.” Ben sighed, his patience wearing very thin. “See, it’s actually one of a pair. A father, who was friends with Samuel Colt, asked him for one of the first sets off the line for his son, who was a Cavalry Officer out west. The son was a bastard who enjoyed killing Indians because who cared they were just Indians. Until he killed the wife and child of a Chief, who was also a powerful Shaman. He confronted the bastard, and like the entitled white boy he was, shot the Chief. On his dying breath the Chief cursed the weapons, and the lives of those who carried them. A week later, the son went insane, ran off from the Fort and was later found scalped. Anyone who picked up the guns, tragedy struck. Loved ones died, accusations of crimes and hung, murdered in their sleep. Until one day, the guns were separated and sent away to be buried on consecrated ground.”

“Then how did you get one of them?” The kid was enthralled with the story, totally forgetting about his job.

“My great grandfather, I’m told I look just like him. He was in a gang. The west was a lawless time. Family history has it that the gang ran through a small border town. The leader confronted the local priest, looking for money the church was supposed to be hiding. He denied having anything of value, that the true wealth of the church was its people.” Ben could tell the kid was hooked and kept going. “It was my grandfather, who found the carved wooden box, when he opened it, the gun was inside. The Priest stated it was cursed, and not to touch it. The gang leader, not liking the man’s answers, shot him dead. My grandfather pulled the gun out of the box and shot the leader. Ended up taking over the gang, and the gun has been in the family since.”

“What happened to your grandfather?” He asked, not quite sure he believed the story.

“Went to Yuma Territorial Prison.” Ben Wade’s smile was deadly, gaze even darker. “Escaped. Married some whore, had a few kids, died an old man.”

“Then how is it cursed?”

“For my grandfather getting married and having kids was the curse.” Ben grinned, making the TSA laugh. “Though seriously, the gun isn’t something to mess with. I’m not kidding, Priests have tried to uncurse it, but no matter what anyone does, it always finds a way back to me.” He closed the lid, locked it, and gave the agent one more look, plus pointed a finger at him. “Leave it be.”

As they walked away Ben shook his head. “He’s going to do something stupid.”

“Is the story true?” Dan asked, voice contemplative. “I mean how the curse started. I know how you got the damn thing, and that it’s cursed. I’ve seen how it always lands back with you. Wondered if it picked you because you were a Vampire.”

“I wasn’t Turned yet when I was blessed.” Ben paused, stepping in front of his Mate. “Cort was already Turned when he got the other one. I don’t know why they picked us, besides being part of the infamous family, we aren’t connected. He’s a Priest. I’m a criminal. The curse works differently on us. But as far as the Shaman curse, no idea. The Priest was rambling in Spanish when he told it to us. My Spanish wasn’t quite up to par yet, so I may have missed some things. And for all we know he was just making shit up, and the damn things came from the devil.”

“That I wouldn’t be shocked at.” Dan glanced back to see the lock box, on the belt to go back to the luggage area. “Should we stop …”

“Dan.” Ben took his hand, until he looked at him. “We can’t control it. I told him not to touch it. Even if the damn thing wasn’t cursed, no one should be fucking with people’s private property. It wouldn’t matter if that was an expensive camera or a religious relic, the moment the paperwork is done, and it’s locked you don’t get to break into people’s stuff for fun. I know, ironic, coming from me.”

Dan understood but hated every moment of it. “Let’s hope he isn’t that stupid. Okay, let’s get through the next part. Please for the love of God, don’t let TSA be an asshole.”

Obviously, God was on vacation, or trying to stop a portal from hell opening in the baggage sorting area, as He sure as hell wasn’t at the security checkpoint.

“Need ya’ to take off the foot.” The taller agent, who Dan swore was the first guy’s cousin, they looked enough alike, stood there in perfect military stance Though he had his thumbs hooked into his belt like he was some gunfighter at the OK Corral. Dan could introduce them to the actual gunfighters at the OK Corral. He was sure Mr. ‘Huckleberry’ would teach him a thing or two. “Just checking to make sure you’re not some anti-American liberal, using it as a weapon.”

Dan stood there for a moment and stared at the guy like he was a complete moron.

Wait.

“I actually need my foot to stand.” He pointed out, though he actually didn’t. It was the one thing he hated and loved about Ben. In the years they’ve been Mated, both being Hunters, he pushed him to be able to fight without the prosthetic.

“Do ya.”

Dan closed his eyes, counting to ten in at least three languages before reaching down and unhooking the item and holding it up. “Would you care for a foot?”

“Don’t get smart with me boy.”

He glanced past the agent, noticing Ben had gotten through security without much of a problem. He caught his Mate’s gaze, who frowned at the sight. Dan set the foot on the chair, then worked to keep his balance, it wasn’t always easy. The agent ran a wand over the prosthetic frowning as it went off.

“It has a metal base.” Dan looked over to see the other agents who were annoyed, pissed, and sympathetic all at the same time. One was talking low on the radio, so maybe someone will step in, though he doubted it.

Bullies rarely get punished.

This wasn’t the first time he’s dealt with this behavior and not always at the airport. He had been pulled over by a cop in some small town in Idaho, dragged out of the car, his foot stepped on, when he didn’t respond to it the cop went nuts accusing him of being high, concealing weapons, and he ended up in the back of the cop car, foot confiscated because the cop swore it was used to hide drugs. Two days later Connie showed up with her husband, and that was fun to watch. How she kept Ben away, he had no idea but was thankful there wasn’t bloodshed in the middle of Idaho.

“Spread them. Need to make sure you’re not carrying anything illegal.”

“I can’t.” Dan gave him a tired look. “You took my foot.” He glanced heavenward and closed his eyes, feeling completely violated by the agent.

“I can assure you his junk is intact. I checked this morning.” Ben’s voice came from the sidelines. “Also, don’t get too handsy with my boyfriend, might think you’re making a move.”

The agent jerked back so quickly, he almost knocked Dan over, who miraculously held his balance. ‘Damn you Ben Wade’. He focused on his Mate, whose glare was pinpoint and deadly.

“Is this the way you treat a war veteran? Gave his foot for your freedom, and you make sure he still has his balls?” Ben asked, tone deadly and sharp.

“Is there a problem?” An older gentleman who was obviously the Supervisor stepped into the situation.

“Just doing my job, these fags …”

“I suggest you go on your break.” The Supervisor wasn’t taking no for an answer. As the agent left, he reached over, grabbed a chair, and set it next to Dan. “I apologize on behalf of the TSA for your treatment, this is not how we treat veterans.”

“Shouldn’t have to be a vet to get good treatment.” Dan muttered as he sat down and put his foot on, making sure it was secured properly before standing. “Have a nice day.”

With that he picked up his coat and backpack, stepped out of the Security area, and grabbed his Mate before he made things worse. “Seriously, I’m not sure if I should hit you or blow you in the bathroom.”

“Both works for me.” Ben winked, as they headed for their plane.

Six hours later they landed in Phoenix, Arizona. When they stepped into the small office near the baggage area, to pick up the lockbox, neither were that surprised when an employee set it down damaged. The security seal had been broken, and one of the locks was broken. It looked as if it either had been mangled or pried open with a damn screwdriver.

“I apologize on behalf of the airlines.” The young woman, who was obviously the customer representative, was trying to placate so they didn’t sue. Her red hair was half haphazardly swept up with a clip, the jacket of her uniform was missing, and the tie half undone. The poor woman was done with everyone’s shit. Yet still had a genuine smile, and seemed to care, which was a rarity. “Could you please make sure everything is intact? We’ll make sure to compensate for either repairs of the box or a new one. Plus add a few flight vouchers … “

Ben took one look and saw the idiot’s fingerprints all over it. “It’s in working order, I will need to clean it.”

“This is a gross violation of our policies.” She sighed heavily, likely contemplating finding the idiot who was making her life harder. “Again, I am so sorry, Mr. Wade.”

“It’s Ben.” He gave her a smile, as she sounded truly upset. “Did you touch it?”

“Hell no.” The redhead shook her head, green eyes slightly wide. “There’s something about it, no offense. I want nothing to do with it, matter of fact the sooner it’s out of my presence the happier I’ll be.”

“Good girl.” Ben leaned closer, giving her a wink. “My contact information is on the forms. I’ll be taking this.” He grabbed the gun, checked it over once more, then stored it into his bag. “By the way, you have beautiful eyes.”

She pointedly looked at Dan, and gave Ben an unimpressed look, which got him to smile brightly.

“I like you.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good thing.” She glanced at the case, then pushed it aside, before pulling up a keyboard to type in the needed information. “Enjoy your stay in Phoenix.”

Dan knew a dismissal when he heard it, with a laugh he pulled Ben out of the office and collected the rest of their luggage. “She called you out on your shit.”

“That’s a smart one, unlike the idiot back in Alaska.” He glanced over at his Mate, who he could tell was upset over the whole situation. “You can’t dwell on stupidity, especially those who get themselves killed for it.”

“What would you have done, if it wasn’t in the case?” Dan asked purely out of curiosity. He never truly saw the gun away from his Mate. Oh, he had been there when some idiot had tried to steal it a time or two, it was never pretty.

“Sat here until it arrived.” Ben shrugged as they made their way out of the baggage claim area towards the rental car locations.

Dan was pretty sure it would just drop down onto the carousel, like it was an everyday occurrence, just going around until Ben grabbed it. He shook his head, not letting the situation take away from their vacation. “I already booked an SUV, and the hotel isn’t too far away.”

“So where are we staying?” Ben came up behind him, whispering in his ear. “Are you going to spoil me?”

Dan laughed lightly. “The Phoenician.” It came highly recommended by Holiday. It was a place Ringo took him to, when they needed time away from the crazy that was Border. “It’s not that far from the airport, booked us one of the suites. Figured try something different from our normal hole in the wall places, while Hunting Rogues.”

An hour later, Ben dropped his bags on the floor, then walked out onto the private patio of their one-bedroom suite and looked out towards the desert. “Dan, you did good.”

He set his own bags down and joined his Mate. The view was spectacular. He had specifically asked that they had a villa far away from other guests, and it was blissfully quiet. “I’ll have to thank Holiday for the recommendation.”

Ben took his Mate’s hand, and just enjoyed the view. Dan laughed when he was pulled into strong arms and kissed deeply. It was these moments when he felt the closest to Ben. Neither of them showed affection easily, let alone in public. But when they were alone, and had no expectations, their softer sides came out.

Dan was trapped against the patio wall, both lost in each other. To the point, if someone did see them, he doubted either of them would care. Hands worked to get shirts undone, seeking flesh against flesh. He was hard and aching, and desperate to get his own hands on Ben’s matching hard on. He stumbled slightly when the warm mouth that was sucking a bruise on his shoulder disappeared. Dan blinked to get a sense of what was going on when he felt his pants opened and a warm tongue.

“Fuck.” One hand gripped the brass railing that ran on the top of the wall, the other in his Mate’s hair. “God damn your mouth.” He was lost in the sensation, along with the emotions he was feeling from Ben. That was another thing they didn’t do well, Ben wasn’t an emotional person, the times he did show the it was with Dan, and it had taken years before he learned to read him.

He slumped against the wall, panting slightly as his orgasm ripped through him. It took a moment to get his composure back and look down at his Mate. Ben’s gaze was filled with intense passion. He gently pulled on his hair, getting him to stand then took his mouth in a passionate kiss. His own hands moved down the muscular chest and stomach, until he found what he was looking for. It took some fumbling but was able to get the buttons undone and the hard cock into his hand. Ben pushed into his grip, panting against his lips.

Dan was quickly turned around, barely got his hands up to brace himself, before his pants were yanked down to his thighs, and he felt slick fingers at his entrance. Didn’t even care where Ben got the lube, instead just spread his legs for balance and to give Ben better access. Thankfully they didn’t have neighbors, or they would’ve already had security called for indecent exposure. He moaned indecently when Ben pushed into him in one hard thrust. Fingers gripped against the railing with each powerful thrust, nothing could be heard but the sounds of flesh against flesh, mixed in with pants and groans. Dan was pulled back, held tightly against Ben’s chest as his Mate bit down on his neck, and came deep inside him. The kiss against the back of his ear, and whispered words of love, had him coming for a second time.

Ben held him for a few moments, then eased out of him pulling up his pants to make them somewhat presentable just in case someone did come wandering into their area. Dan kissed his Mate, before making his way back into the suite, grabbing his bag and heading straight for the ensuite bathroom. He could hear Ben ordering food and wasn’t surprised when he joined him in the shower.

***

They spent a couple of days enjoying the resort.

At one point Dan sat in their private cabana at the hotel pool, watching men and women throw themselves at his Mate. Ben Wade would always attract people to him, there was just something about him, hell his whole ‘family’ had the same ability. The only thing that ever caught his Mate’s attention was someone’s eyes, and if they could hold their own against him.

He laughed when he watched some young thing try, again, to get Ben’s attention and fail. Dan figured it was time he made an appearance, after all he wasn’t a bad looking guy himself. He kept his hair shorter than he did back when they first met, and was fit, sporting some strong muscles in his upper body and legs. His job as a National Park Ranger kept him active. Their Hunting kept the reflexes sharp.

It had taken decades before he had been comfortable showing he had a prosthetic. Most of the time, he wore pants and boots which covered the fact he had one on. The only way anyone could tell was the fact his left boot didn’t have creases in the top, and when he was tired, he limped. It wasn’t often they were wearing shorts and lounging by a pool in Sitka, but there were enough warm days that sometimes he did like to just lay out in the sun, like the damn tom cat that made itself at home at the farm.

Dan slid up to the bar, ordered another beer, then leaned against it watching Ben chat with a few people at the other end. He took a moment to admire his Mate, in his swim shorts and open shirt. It didn’t take long for him to look up and grin. Without a second thought to his guests, Ben made his way over to Dan.

“Dared to venture out of the cabana?”

“I was feeling neglected.” He thanked the bartender for the cold bottle, brought it up to his lips and sipped it, never taking his eyes off his Mate.

“You are a bastard,” Ben laughed. “Need help with the suntan lotion, I can rub it in all the right places.”

Dan shook his head. “I can’t believe you said that with a straight face.” Then with a sly smile, and a glance to the young thing, he gave his Mate a wink. “Join me in the cabana and you can rub more than suntan lotion.” He headed back to the cabana, enjoying the sound of Ben’s laughter.

Dan could tell Ben was still suspicious of his intentions for the vacation but was having too good of a time to really care. The best day so far was watching his Mate roam the Art Museum. The man loved art, enjoyed all types. It wasn’t something one would assume by looking at him, but Ben knew his art and history. He was an accomplished artist himself, much of his landscape artwork was on display at the Farm, plus he had a few pieces displayed in a local Art Museum in Sitka, and a couple in a gallery in Seattle. His favorite medium was charcoal, and subject was Dan.

They had lunch at a local place one of the staff recommended, enjoying the lazy day.

“When are you going to spring the surprise, I know you got planned.” Ben gave his Mate a contemplative look. “Not that I’m enjoying myself, it’s been nice. But I know you’re up to something, plus you promised hot sex under the stars, the patio on our suite doesn’t count.”

“We’re heading out in the morning.” Dan leaned back in his seat with a soft smile on his face. “Going for a bit of a drive, then head out on horseback.”

Ben nodded his focus suddenly on another table.

“What?” Dan asked.

“Nothing but simple minded assholes.” Ben stood tossing a twenty onto the table, their server had been exceptional, plus he had beautiful eyes. “Let’s get out of here, maybe check those galleries you mentioned.”

Dan glanced behind him as he stood, noticing instantly the group of middle-aged men, a few giving them a disgusting look. He rolled his eyes, deciding to ignore them and hoped they didn’t say anything. The fact his Mate was willing to just walk away, told him how truly relaxed Ben was.

He chuckled when Ben held open the small metal gate for them to leave the patio seating, then held out his arm for him to take. “You’re a right bastard.” He muttered as he took it, then kissed him on the cheek. One of the men choked on his drink, they ignored any spluttering as they left the area.

***

There was no way he was going to be able to keep his ruse up the moment they hit the freeway. Ben was going to figure out exactly where they were going, though he was pretty sure his Mate had already figured it out but was enjoying the game.

Twenty mins into the drive, he felt Ben’s stare. “What?”

“Well, I guess it took you 125 years, but you’re finally getting me to Yuma.” Wade settled into the seat, tipping his hat over his eyes. “At least this is more comfortable.”

“Not like I’m going to leave you there.” Dan pointed out as he took a quick sip of his coffee. “You don’t have a standing warrant, or do you?”

A snort was the only answer he got.

The prison had closed a hundred years ago, in 1909. Yuma was first settled with a Mission back in 1781, then over time saw expansion as immigrants moved towards the California Gold Mines in 1849. The US Army established a fort in 1850, and from there the city grew. In 1871, Yuma incorporated and became the city for the county. It was decided then to build a Territorial Prison, it cost $25,000 and broke ground in April 1876, by November they were already holding prisoners, who had to build their own cells.

Not many could say a prison was an important part of their relationship, but for the two of them it was the center point. Ben Wade had a long list of crimes, and a cell with his name on it, but he never ended up on the 3:10 train to Yuma. Dan lost his life, gained eternity with the asshole.

So, in a way it was fitting that 125 years later, he finally got his Mate’s ass to the Prison. Even if it was a historical park and museum. It would be entertaining at least, maybe he could get at least one picture of Ben behind bars.

It took about three hours to get there, and it was still mid-morning. Ben was unnaturally quiet, and slightly fidgeting as they got closer. “You do realize I’m not actually taking you to prison.”

“Looks like you are.” He pointed out the windshield to the sign that said ‘Welcome to Yuma Territorial Prison National Park’ as they drove into the lot and found a parking space. “I’m not quite sure why we’re here.”

“Closure.” The answer was more honest than Dan anticipated. “So much changed those few days, after they captured you in Bisbee. I always knew you were never going to end up at the prison, yet after everything, you were getting on that train for me. I had no idea why, well until Prince shot me then figured it out.”

The two of them sat in the car in a comfortable yet awkward silence.

“My mom left me at the train station, because she knew something wasn’t right with me.” Ben stared out the window, watching tourists wander into the prison, having no clue the reality of the historical landmark. “The nuns who raised me did the best they could. Sister Helen gave up trying to save me and worked to just get my moral compass pointing slightly north. I knew I was different, and not in a good way. I didn’t feel things others did. Still don’t, not really. When I try to be nice, people freak out, which really confused me as a kid. The only person who got me was you. I didn’t realize you were my Mate until I saw you in Bisbee, probably a good thing as if I had realized it when I saw you at the Stagecoach, things would’ve been different.”

“I was drawn to you.” Dan admitted something he had kept hidden all these years. “Even when you were robbing that Stagecoach, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. Then seeing you in Bisbee, I had a weird sense of jealousy I couldn’t figure out. You wouldn’t shut up the whole trip and made me laugh. We fought side by side as if we had done it all our lives. I could’ve gone back to my wife, played husband and father. Easily told my son that I had been Turned, so he would understand my new needs, he was a smart boy. But I didn’t.”

“Your boy would’ve either hugged or killed me, depending on how happy he would’ve been to see you.” Ben liked the kid especially as he was a lot like his dad. “Was glad to see the Evan smarts passed down to Grayson. Though, have we figured out where Purvis comes from?”

“My father’s youngest sister married a Purvis, moved to South Carolina. There was a big age gap between her and my father, she was about five years older than me. When the war broke out and her husband fought for the Confederacy, the family disowned her. Later, I heard she had a son, Melvin, who ended up having an FBI Agent for a kid. I’m more worried that my family line has a tendency to be Mated with the criminals they were hunting down.” Dan chuckled softly, not wanting to think about Purvis and Dillinger. “If you want to leave, we can.”

“No.” Ben reached out and took his hand, giving it a quick squeeze. “We’re here and I am kinda curious.”

“Only have to stay a few hours, then can head back to Tucson for the night. I contacted a fellow Ranger at Las Cienegas National Conservation, and he’s got us a permit and some horses. We can spend a few nights just riding and camping.”

“We’re not staying in Bisbee?” He asked as they got out of the car, even in early spring it was warm.

Dan followed him out of the vehicle, slamming the door then hitting the locking mechanism. “We’re not going to that shithole that is Bisbee, it’s haunted you know.”

“Yeah, by drunk miners.” Ben gave him a small smirk. “Let me guess Mal wants a picture of me behind bars?”

“He has no idea we’re here. I want a picture of you behind bars. I’ll send it to your ‘family’. Though I think most of your family at one point has been behind bars.” Dan smirked at him, while sending a quick text to his fellow Ranger, that they’ll be at the stables tomorrow around mid-morning.

“Us Meridii are a unique breed.”

“Not that unique you’ve taken over the planet! God help us if some moron ever went after all of you. It would be a bloodbath and there would be a need for name tags.” Dan slipped his phone into his pocket then headed for the main entrance and welcome center. He talked to a nice receptionist, who kept giving Ben the side-eye, but took his credit card for the fees and handed over all the appropriate brochures.

When they entered through the front gates, one of the older Park Rangers stepped in front of Ben. “Sir.”

Dan glanced between them, not sure what the situation was. “Can we help you?”

“I just need to know if you have a permit.” He glanced at Ben’s coat then focused on the Hunter. “If you don’t mind.”

Wade nodded, pulled out his wallet to show his license to the Ranger. “I even have a Federal conceal permit if that helps, since Alaska and Arizona are a bit far from each other.”

It was another thing that they always had to keep up, due to the gun he carried. Luckily, Ben’s job was a good excuse for him to carry across the states. The irony that the outlaw had a license to hunt down criminals still made him chuckle.

“Bounty Hunter.” The older man gave him a slow smirk. “Dropping off or picking up?”

Ben chuckled, then glanced over at Dan. “I don’t know honey, dropping anyone off?”

Dan rolled his eyes and walked away, ignoring his Mate.

“Long overdue vacation,” Ben grinned as he put back his wallet. “Dan had some family in this area, and according to the family rumor mill, great grandpa was sent here.”

“We actually have an inmate list. You can check it out.” The Park Ranger gave him a nod. “I’m sure you know how to handle yourself, but we do have kids and family.”

“I promise not to terrorize annoying brats.”

“Well, I won’t stop ya’.” He gave Ben a quick nod then moved back to his station.

It took Ben a few moments of wandering around until he found his Mate reading some of the signs next to a row of cell blocks. They were made of granite stone and looked beyond uncomfortable. Ben took a moment to take in the small section that was considered the original prison. There had been a few expansions over the years. They were standing exactly the location he would’ve been imprisoned, and boy wasn’t that a mind fuck.

He took in the cells, their construction, the likely guard routes, including the large Guard Tower at the front of the prison. It wouldn’t have been hard to get out, with enough persuasion and force, along with backup from his gang, Yuma Territorial Prison wouldn’t have held him for too long.

Long enough to probably cause problems.

“Contemplating how to get me in one of the cells?” Ben sauntered up to his Mate, who was staring at one of the rows. He checked around to make sure they were relatively alone, then leaned close whispering in his ear. “I wouldn’t mind a hard fuck inside one.”

Dan gave him a wicked side-eye, though Ben could tell it had intrigued his Mate just enough. “You are incorrigible.”

He laughed as he grabbed the pamphlet from his Mate. “Anything interesting? Oh, look they had a Prison Band. Think I could’ve started a prison art program?”

“You would’ve stabbed someone with a pencil.” Dan turned away from cells. “Prison is not supposed to be fun, and I know Yuma was not the greatest, but this is beyond inhumane. I can’t imagine how hot or cold this was, dangerous even.”

“Well, there are a hundred souls buried out back.” He pointed out, expression stating more than what he was saying. “Though according to this, they had a form of an air circulation, and got electricity in 1884. The citizens of Yuma were actually pissed that the prisoners had more luxuries than they did.”

“That says everything about everything.” Dan shook his head as they followed the path around the prison. “The more I read and see about this place, I’m so glad that you never got here.” He didn’t let Ben respond, instead walked away towards one of the cells that was further back, almost hidden away. “They had women here?”

“That couldn’t have been safe for them.” Ben shook his head, reading about a few of the women prisoners. “Says here Elena Estrada stabbed her cheating boyfriend, then ripped his heart out and shoved it into his face. Good girl.”

“There were 29 women who were sentenced here. Most of them were kept in isolation away from the rest of the population, for protection.” A young man stepped up to them, he was wearing a simple pair of khaki pants and a nice button-down shirt, with a name tag showing he was one of the docents.

“I wasn’t referring to the prisoners being the threat.” Ben’s gaze focused on the tour guide.

“A few influenced the guards and prisoners to get what they needed.” The guide looked half bored and was happy just to have someone to talk to. “And another did time in the Dark Room for ‘attacking’ a guard.”

Ben chuckled.

“Elena, is actually my great grandmother. It’s a pretty famous legend in the family, and the women make sure every potential boyfriend knows it.” The cheeky smile on the guide’s face got both men laughing. “What brings you to Yuma?”

“Always heard about it, wanted to finally see it.” Ben answered, giving him a smile, ignoring his Mate’s eyeroll. “Did anyone ever escape?”

“The myth says no, but actually 23 escaped, and there was one riot – four prisoners attacked the warden. He survived, they didn’t. Unfortunately, he committed suicide years later still dealing with the trauma of the event.” He answered then held out his hand. “Alejandro, I’m one of the tour guides.”

“Dan, and this is Ben.” He motioned towards his Mate, then shook the man’s hand. “How many prisoners died?”

“There were 111 that died for a variety of reasons from illness to attempting to escape, but interesting enough no one was ever executed here. Actually, many of the prisoners had their sentences reduced or paroled early. Overcrowding was a problem, hence the many expansions over the time and subsequent shut down in 1909.” He started to go into more details, hands waving around as he told them a variety of stories. It was halfway through when he realized that Ben had wandered off. “I apologize if I got carried away.”

“It’s not you.” Dan assured him, not surprised Ben disappeared. “He can’t stay still for too long. What about the Dark Room?”

“Yeah, that made people go crazy and it’s likely haunted.”

Dan tilted his head, waiting for more information.

“Follow me and you’ll understand why.”

Ben wandered away from the main prison and found himself in the museum. He made sure to say hello and be polite to the docents who worked there, both still gave him a wide berth. The museum was decent, had interesting facts about the prison, some documentations, items from the inmates, plus local history. It was slightly interesting, enough to keep his attention for a while. Ben was pretty done with the whole thing and was looking forward to their time out riding.

He was just about ready to head back to the prison, check out the guard tower and maybe the cemetery. It was likely he knew one or two of the guys and should pay respects. When a particular movie poster caught his attention.

3:10 to Yuma

They had Dick Greyson to thank for that particular movie. In typical Hollywood, it wasn’t quite right, but enough to make sure they never watched the film.

“Do you have any questions?”

It would seem the older matron docent lost the rock, paper, scissors game that was being played to see who was going to be a good employee and approach him.

He made a motion towards the movie. “Has to be annoying when people expect something that isn’t nearly accurate.”

She snorted, holding back an eye roll. “The irony is that the movie doesn’t even show the prison, but everyone has an image in their head about it. We actually had more interest in the prison once it was released, which was good in some respects.”

“Is any of it true? You know how they always do the ‘based on real historical events’ type of thing.” Ben asked with a grin on his face that would normally get Dan stepping in and moving whoever he was talking to away.

“Historically Ben Wade existed, and he was sentenced to Yuma Prison for robbing a stagecoach and killing the driver.” She paused in her explanation, as her eyes caught the wanted notice, they had displayed next to the movie poster. “He never arrived, and rumor has it disappeared soon after. They assumed his gang helped him escape and he went south.”

“That’s interesting.” He gave her credit for not pointedly looking at the wanted poster, then back at him. It wasn’t a bad drawing of him, but it was mainly the smirk and hat that was giving away the moment. “One last question.”

She nodded, working to keep a smile on her face.

“They really made this into a high school?”

Her laugh was a bit tight, but still genuine. “After it closed in 1909, they used the premises as a high school for four years. They embraced the whole atmosphere by calling themselves the crims.”

“Prison. High School. Not far off… ” The sentence was cut off when Ben felt a sudden panic run through their Bond. He left the docent where she was standing and made his way back towards the prison only to see Dan, exiting the premise and making his way to the vehicle.

He really didn’t care if he pushed anyone out of his way or if a kid fell over, his Mate was upset, and he had no idea why. By the time he got to the SUV, he found Dan leaning against the back of it, bent over hands on his knees trying to get himself under control but failing miserably.

“Dan?” Ben squatted down in front of him, trying to get his Mate to focus on him. “Tell me what’s going on? Need me to kill someone?”

That got a snort, but it was mixed in with a sob.

“Dan, you’re worrying me, and I don’t like that.” Not much caught him by surprise, but the sudden yank into his Mate’s arms and being kissed desperately in public was one of them. There was nothing refined about the moment, it was pure desperation, the need to feel. Normally, he would have no problem letting Dan take what he needed, but this wasn’t normal, something was driving this, and it wasn’t pleasant. “As much as I like seeing you desperate for me, what’s going on?”

Dan leaned back against the back of the SUV, taking in deep breaths and slowly released them until he got a handle on his emotions. “I’m sorry.”

“Not what I want to hear.” Ben cupped the back of his neck, making him look at him. “Who the fuck do I need to kill, that made you like this.”

The laugh was harsh. “No one. This did not turn out like I expected.”

“Wasn’t I the one who was supposed to have an emotional breakdown in the parking lot?” Ben asked with a small smirk.

Dan reached up and took his hand. “Your version of a breakdown would likely end with an explosion.”

“We can blow the prison.”

“Just the Dark Room.”

He knew full well his Mate would do it.

There’s only been a handful of times he’s seen Ben go off the rails, and it always was due to something happening to Dan. He figured out quickly that the best way to keep Ben Wade calm and sensible was not to get kidnapped, shot at by poachers, or attacked by bigoted assholes.

He looked down at their joined hands.

“It was their solitary confinement, wasn’t even around when you would’ve been here, but that didn’t stop my brain from coming up with scenarios each worse than the last. When you Turned me, I hated the fact I didn’t hate you.”

Ben frowned, not sure where this was going but was letting his Mate ramble on. They were going to need a vacation after their ‘vacation’. Hell, maybe he should surprise his Mate, take him somewhere far away, maybe France or Italy, or even England since family was still there. He’s never traveled outside the US, well besides Canada, but that was for Hunting.

“It’s a dark hole. I mean there’s no light at all. They had the prisoners carve it out of the granite, and it’s a dark deep cave. They would drag their problem prisoners in there and chain them to the steel grate embedded into the ground and leave them. No light, not even when they brought in food and water. People went insane.”

Dan looked at him, catching the intense gaze.

“It didn’t matter that it wasn’t made until the 1890’s, all I could see was you being dragged in there. Because let’s face it you would’ve done something to piss off the guards and if not them, for sure other prisoners.”

Ben gave him a cheeky smile. Dan rolled his eyes.

“They would attack, you would fight them off, likely taking out a few not caring if they were guards or fellow prisoners. You would be sentenced to solitary confinement for punishment.” He took a deep breath, trying to calm his already shattered nerves. “They would take the advantage to teach you a lesson. Despite every disadvantage you would still fight like fuck. I just kept seeing you die at some bastard’s hand, because they wanted to teach the great Ben Wade a lesson. Or come out of there, worse than you went in … hell, I was in that room for a few moments and lost my mind.”

In a rare moment, Ben reached up and gently cupped his cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears that streaked his cheek. “You’re probably right in the fact I would fight like hell and take out anyone who thought they could take me out and end up in isolation. The main reason I would’ve fought, so I could get out of the damn place and find you. Hell, I would blow the whole place apart if it meant getting back to you. Though you forgot an important thing in that overactive imagination you got.” He leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “Already dead luv.”

Dan snorted then pulled him into a quick kiss. “Didn’t say it was rational.” The two took a moment just being in each other’s space. “Let’s get the fuck out of here, and to a hotel so you can fuck me.”

“Best idea you had all day.” Ben smiled as he stepped back.

He gave him a smirk, only to see a middle-aged couple with their kids standing nearby. The teenage boy was grinning, giving them a thumbs up, while the smaller boy had that look all kids had when adults kissed, but both could care less they had watched two men have a ‘moment’ in the parking lot. The parents on the other hand, the father was red in the face from anger, while the woman had her hands on her hips, looking self-righteously pissed off. “Excuse Me…” A tone every poor customer service rep heard right before ‘can I speak to your manager’.

Dan grabbed his Mate, shoved him until he was in the car and the door slammed. He locked the door behind him, gave them both a deadly glare before quickly getting into the driver’s seat. “No.”

“Well, you’re no fun.” As they backed up out of the parking spot, Ben flipped off the family, sending his Mate into a laughing fit as he drove them away from Yuma Territorial Prison, leaving it behind in their rearview mirror.

***

They had ended up skipping the drive to Tucson and found a nearby hotel. Neither were able to wait the three-hour drive, the want itched under their skin. When they checked into the generic room, the only thing they cared about was the bed. Bags had been dropped by the door, their focus on each other. Clothes were scattered, the only things taken off with care, the ‘Right Hand of God’ was set on the dresser, and Ben made sure to gently take Dan’s boots off, to make sure the prosthetic wasn’t uncomfortable.

The sex was hot and desperate.

Ben had cleaned them up, then settled back into the bed not surprised when Dan curled into his side. The trip to the prison had been interesting, nothing either had expected.

They woke early to get on the road, to get to the Las Cienegas National Conservation, and meet with Dan’s fellow Ranger. The roads were clear and made quick time getting there just after 9am. With gear and enough food to last a few days, they headed out on horseback. Once they were away from the more frequented camping spots, and alone on the trail it was almost as if they went back in time.

“Wasn’t your ranch not far from here?” Ben asked, pulling his horse next to Dan’s, giving him a cheeky smile.

“About fifteen miles west of here.” Dan nodded his head in the direction. “It’s still pretty wild land, never developed.”

“Do you still own it?”

“I barely owned it when I was alive,” he snorted.

He adjusted his seat slightly on the horse, settling into the ride. It had been a while since he rode for this long. On occasions he took a horse into the further back areas of the park he patrolled back in Alaska, but most of the time his jeep was enough to get him into remote areas. “The moment I was declared dead the bank took it back. Joke on them, couldn’t do anything with it, the railroad had decided to go in a different direction, so it wasn’t worth much.”

“Maybe I should buy it for you as an anniversary gift.”

“Please don’t.”

That got a laugh out of Ben as he raced ahead, the path getting narrower. They rode for a few more hours, enjoying the silence. Both lost in old memories, while making new ones. There were a few times that Dan forgot what year it was. The fact Ben had strapped the gun unto his hip, instead of the shoulder holster, and the outfit was similar to when they met. If it wasn’t for the fact, he was wearing jeans, his prosthetic was more comfortable than the one he had back then, and his StarkPhone, he would’ve sworn it was 1884.

They settled by a crop of rocks that sheltered them from the elements, along with protection from … wait it was actually 2009 and didn’t need protection from bandits, the Apache, and Ben’s gang. Though it did remind Dan he needed to contact Oceania and make sure Charlie Prince was still working with Herod.

Besides Cort and Ben being caretakers of the guns, they both had their own obsessed bastard who thought they belonged to them, and not their respected Mates.

They sat on top of the crop of rocks and watched the sunset, it was likely the most romantic thing either of them had done. Conversation was flowing, moving from Clan related situations, rumors about the Meridii family, what Greyson was up to, politics especially what happened over the last election which gave them a few of their new Clan Members, and random topics.

Dan got the fire going, set up the equipment to cook, and prepped the camp while Ben wandered off to find fresh meat. When his Mate returned, Dan was happy to see a few hares, instead of snakes. The blood from the hares helped, and the quick stew with the meat was hearty and settled them for the evening. They made plans to ride toward Contention, continue the weird path down memory lane. The city had been abandoned at the turn of the 20th century, as the railroad had moved further north.

“Thank you for this.”

Dan glanced over the fire at his Mate, who was leaning against his saddle, a small smirk on his face and gaze softer than its usual intenseness.

“I was suspicious of your motivations on this whole vacation thing, but it’s been good despite everything. I never realized how much we needed time away from everyone.”

“Despite the emotional breakdowns in prison parking lots, it’s been good.” The two chuckled, both falling into a comfortable silence. “We should do this more often, get away, go for a weekend ride, even if it’s up in Alaska.”

“Maybe not during winter.”

“Oh hell no.” Dan was perfectly content being in a heated room, curled under the blankets with his Mate. “I never really liked the cold, and somehow ended up in the Clan that has some of the longest, harshest and coldest winters. And we live with morons who go further north in the middle of the Bering Sea to fish.”

“Next time I should take you on a vacation.” Ben got up from his spot, then knelt next to Dan.

“No bank robberies.”

“Ah Dan took away my surprise.” He laughed lightly, gripping his Mate’s shirt and pulled him into a hot heated kiss. “I’ve been thinking about you, naked under the stars for days now.” He whispered into his ear, as hands began to unbutton Dan’s shirt. “I wanted you so badly all those years ago, see your skin glow from the fire.”

“Ben…” He slipped off his shirts, hands pulling at shirt and pants. His Mate had already removed the gun belt, setting it close by in case of emergency but out of their way. The infamous hat laid next to it, giving Dan free reign to slide his fingers through the curly hair. A trait that many from the family had, hence most of them kept it short.

He was laid back onto their bed rolls, already hard and aching as Ben got rid of his pants, then stripped off himself. Hands ran up strong thighs when Ben straddled his waist, giving him an indecent smirk and wink.

“Tonight, I’m fulfilling a fantasy I’ve had for 125 years.” Ben bent down and kissed him hard, nipping at his lips as he sat back up pulling a deep groan from Dan. “I knew you would be responsive.”

“I should be happy our Mating was in a nice hotel room, with a bed.” Dan caressed the scar that moved across Ben’s hip and onto his leg. He had told him once it was a gift from a whore who didn’t like the pay, the tone meant the scar came from something darker.

“You should be proud of my restraint.” Ben lifted on his knees, gave his Mate a seductive smirk then reached behind him to prepare himself.

Something short circuited in Dan’s brain, watching his Mate push two fingers into his own hole. The ripped muscles along the stomach straining, the look of absolute pleasure on his face, and the indecent commentary he gave while he did it.

His eyes closed, and a moan escaped as Ben sunk down on his hard cock. He knew how to play this game, and let his Mate have the control he needed. Ben Wade wasn’t a man to give up control easily, and in some respects, it was his iron control that kept his Mate walking the fine line he did on a daily basis. So, these moments, he let Ben set the pace.

Dan gripped the muscular thighs, biting back his need to thrust up into the tight heat. The slow and steady motion kept him just at the edge of pleasure. Enough to get that warm feeling, but not enough to lead him to an orgasm. Deciding to get his Mate to give up control, he sat up, swallowed Ben’s moan with a kiss, and before his Mate could blink had him on his back.

He looked down at Ben to see the want burn deep in his gaze.

“Is this what you imagined?” Dan asked, as he pushed into him finding that perfect spot. “Or did you jack off thinking about bending me over the saddle.”

“That could be next.” Ben pulled him down into a passionate kiss, his leg wrapping around Dan’s hip. “Now fuck me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Dan shifted slightly to get his knees under Ben’s thighs, giving him better leverage to give his Mate what he wanted. Ben reached up and yanked him down into a hard kiss, meeting each of Dan’s thrusts with his own, growling low as he sought his release. Dan’s hand slid between them, gripping the hard cock, in the way he knew would send Ben over the edge. It took a few more thrusts for him to find his own release, and as he pushed in as deep as he could, he bit down on Ben’s neck, feeling the flair of their Bond behind his eyes. It was stronger than normal, making him come harder than he had in a while.

He was lucky that he didn’t pass out in Ben’s arms, especially since his Mate would hold that against him for years.

Dan pushed himself up just enough to kiss Ben, enjoying the moment between them. With care he pulled out, grabbed the pack of wipes from one of their bags and cleaned up enough to be comfortable as they laid next to each other and stared up at the star filled night.

“I love you.”

Dan turned his head and looked at Ben, losing himself in the rare soft gaze. Ben didn’t say the words often, and each time he did it made Dan fall in love just a bit more. He shifted until he leaned against Ben, enough to run a hand over his face, and lean down to steal a kiss. “You are everything to me, and despite my better judgment, I do love you.”

Ben chuckled. “And just so you know I would ask you to marry me.”

Now that had shocked Dan. They were Mates, their commitment went to the grave. Ben wasn’t the type to do big declarations, especially something as big as marriage.

“I would say yes.” He answered, not able to keep the smile off his face. “Though most places wouldn’t marry us, especially a church.”

“Most churches won’t let me in.” Ben reached up, running a hand through Dan’s hair. “I don’t say these things often, but you make me be better. Sister Helen tried hard to get my moral compass to point north, but the truth is you are my compass. I love you Dan Evans, never doubt that.”

He will deny it to his dying breath that there were tears. “My life has been better with you in it, and I love you Ben Wade, every aspect of who you are.” He kissed him then settled into his arms, using Ben’s chest as a pillow. “I expect a ring.”

“I’ll steal you one.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

***

Ben walked into the kitchen of Serenity’s Farmhouse, looking for coffee. They had gotten back from Arizona two weeks ago, having extended their time there for a few extra days, enjoying their time together. Sadly, the moment they got back, McClane grabbed him to hunt down a Rogue, who was hiding out in Juneau.

They had got back last night, John grumbled about finding his hacker Mate still at his bank of computers asleep. Well at least he had a Mate to curl up to, his was out wandering the wilderness looking for some idiot hiker who got lost.

“Hey darling.” Dakota handed over a cup of coffee, black just like his soul. “We got word from Dan, they found the poor guy and heading back in, he’ll be home by tomorrow.”

“Lucky the bastard didn’t get eaten by a bear.” He settled at the table, grinning when she put down a cinnamon roll in front of him. He adored Dakota, she didn’t put up with anyone’s shit and had the most amazing eyes.

“Ben you’re back!”

“Good morning, Mal.” He moved his plate away from the Clan Leader. No one shared one of Dakota’s rolls. “You’re too awake and happy.”

“Just got back from my own time away.” Mal posted a picture of him and Simon on the ‘memory wall’. They looked to be having a good time on a beach somewhere. “Oh, look at you behind bars.”

Ben rolled his eyes. He still couldn’t believe he let Dan get a picture of him behind bars. He would be having words with his Mate for putting it up on the board. “Enjoyed some roleplaying, spice up our sex life.”

Dakota chuckled, shaking her head as she put down a plate of food in front of Mal. “You adore that boy.”

“He’s the only one.” Ben sipped his coffee, then put it down and focused on Mal. “I was thinking of taking him on a vacation, maybe back to England. Possible to get some help with Camelot?”

“No problem!” He was happy to see the two, have time away. They were both homebodies, despite the fact their jobs took them away from Sitka frequently. “We’ll figure something out. When would you like to go?”

“Maybe in a few years. We got new Clan Members to settle in still, and this whole fiasco you don’t talk about has stirred up some Rogue activity.” Ben gave his Clan Leader a pointed look, who tried to look innocent but failed miserably.

“Just let me know and we’ll work it out.”

“Thanks.” He finished up his coffee and was ready to leave when Mal looked over at him with a contemplative look. “What?”

“Did you hear what happened at Juneau Airport?” Only reason he was bringing it up was the fact it happened the day the two left. Everyone in the Clan knew about the ‘Right Hand of God’ and everyone knew not to touch it. Connie worked closely with Ben on making sure paperwork was complete, to keep travel as smooth as possible.

“What happened to the idiot?” He was not at all surprised. “There was a TSA Agent who was a little too fascinated with my gun. I told him to back off. When we got to Arizona the box had been broken into, it’s why we had to get a new one before we came back.”

“Accident in the baggage handling area.” Mal closed his eyes for a moment shaking his head. “A baggage handler and a TSA Agent were in an area they shouldn’t have been. No one knows what exactly happened, but well let’s just say by time they got the machine turned off.”

Ben shrugged, tone indicating he really had no fucks to give. “I warned him. Hell, even if it wasn’t cursed, they shouldn’t have tried to steal people’s belongings. I know, ironic coming from me.”

Mal gave him a nod, though had a small grin. “Just wanted to check if what I thought happened did.”

“Yeah, well I have to tell Dan. It’s been a while since something like this happened. You need to make sure the new guys don’t even think about it. I’m going to hope their unique situations will clue them in that there is weird shit on this earth one doesn’t fuck with.” Ben stood from the table, then gave Dakota a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for the food.”

“My pleasure dear.” She patted him on the cheek, one of the few who got away with it. “You look good, time away and sleep will do that.”

“So will spectacularly getting laid.”

She laughed lightly. “That also works.” She waited until Ben left the area, before focusing on Mal. “He’s right, the new guys need to know not to touch it. Especially Dr. Banner.”

“I’m not worried about him. Despite his ahhh … alter ego … he’s a pacifist. He isn’t going to touch it, and once we tell him why not to touch it, he’ll believe it. It’s the three kids Elliot picked up, hopefully they’ll take the lesson to heart. We’re lucky most of this Clan are superstitious bastards so everyone has given it a wide berth.”

“God help us if both guns end up next to each other.” Dakota closed her eyes, head shaking.

“Or worse they stay together.” Mal sat back in his chair giving her a contemplative look, while sipping his coffee.