Fandom: Houston Knights
Series: 1^st Times

Rating: NC17
Pairing: Joe/Levon
Archive: Starwinder's
Title: Fusion
Author: Starwinder
e-mail address: starwinder2of7@gmail.com

Standard Disclaimer: Houston Knights belongs to Jay Bernstein and Michael Butler and Columbia Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended. This is fan fiction, written out of love for the shows. I am making no money off this. I have no money so please don't sue me. Any original characters who may appear in these stories are the property of the author.

Fusion
By Starwinder

It was nine oclock on a Monday morning and Detective Sgt. Joe LaFiamma was looking for his partner. They had been transferred to the Major Crime Unit and Joe'd gotten his things moved from his desk in the Homicide Unit to the MCU and put away. Now he was ready to go to work but Lundy was no where to be found. The cowboy's things from his desk in Homicide were piled on his new desk in the MCU but Lundy wasn't there.

Joe drifted out into the hall, looking around. He saw one of the other officers coming out of the locker room and caught his arm, "Hey, you seen Lundy?"

The guy, Joe thought his name was Joe-Bill or some such, glanced back toward the locker room but didn't say anything until Joe released his arm and started toward the door he'd emerged from. Then he said, a bit shamefaced, "Might wanna stay out of it, LaFiamma." If anything he mangled the name worse than Lundy usually did.

Joe gave him a hard look and shoved through the door, wondering what was going on. It only took a second for him to assess the situation. A tall, heavily built man, had Lundy pinned against the far wall. Exactly what he was doing Joe couldn't see but Lundy looked scared and humiliated.

Anger flared in the Italian. He might not get along with the cowboy but Lundy was his partner. [Nobody messes with my partner!]

"What the hell's going on here?" He demanded, closing up the distance between himself and the other men. "Get your damned hands offa my partner!" He snarled at the big man.

"LaFiamma, don't--" Lundy started, his voice little more than a squeak.

"Keep out of it, Boy!" the bigger man ordered, shoving Lundy away and rounding on Joe, one ham sized hand balled into a fist.

Joe saw the fist rising, saw Lundy sliding to the floor where the big man had shoved him and reacted instantly. Years of fighting with men bigger and stronger than himself had taught him not to fool around in a serious fight. He might play fair in a 'friendly, getting to know you, fight' with his partner but when it mattered he could fight as dirty as anybody and would.

With his right foot forward he dropped into a tight squat, going in and under the swinging fist. He drove the heel of his right hand into the side of the big man's right kneecap, hard and fast driving the kneecap out of alignment, causing the knee to buckle. As the big man started down, Joe came up, bringing his right elbow up and out as he did. It connected solidly with the big man's jaw. His head snapped back and he went down, laid out on the floor like a felled tree. It was over in seconds. The guy didn't get up.

Joe went to Lundy, ignoring the fallen man. Squatting down beside his partner he reached out a concerned hand, "You okay, Cowboy?"

Lundy looked up at him shocked dismay on his face, "LaFiamma, you... you shouldn'a. He'll kill you when he gets up."

"Not in this lifetime." Joe replied, grimly.

"You don't know him! He's mean! He'll wait till he gets you alone and--"

Joe cut him off as he helped him up, "And get his ass kicked again."

"LaFiamma, I'm telling you, you don't want him after you!"

"And I'm telling you..." Joe fixed him with a hard eyed look, gripping him by the arms, forcing his partner to look at him, "he don't want me after him. Now you tell me what's going on so that the next time I have to kick his sorry butt I'll know why I'm doing it."

Lundy looked away, shamefaced, then stammered, "I... he... that is..."

"Why don't you start with his name."

"Beecham. Ted Beecham. He's with the homicide unit."

"And..."

"He wasn't happy about my transfer."

"Is there a reason for this?" Joe asked with exaggerated patience, still holding on to Lundy's arms. Apparently he was going to have to drag it out of the Texan a word at a time. Fortunately he was an expert at interrogation.

"He... and I... He used to..." Lundy couldn't meet LaFiamma's eyes. His face was red with shame and humiliation.

"Sex." Joe said flatly. "This is about sex, isn't it? He used you?"

Still unable to look at his partner, Lundy nodded. [It's over now. He'll never work with me now that he knows that I'm just a whore.]

Joe looked at the big man then back at his partner.

The cowboy's expression was a mixture of despair, shame and fear. He started to pull away from Joe. He felt so dirty. For all they didn't get along, Joe was a good man, clean and decent. He didn't want to get him dirty.

LaFiamma didn't let go. He couldn't let go. He couldn't stand the pain in his partner's face. He released one arm to reach up and draw Lundy's head down onto his shoulder as he slid the other arm around him, hugging him close.

"Ssshhhh, Ssshhhh. It's all right. Everything is gonna be all right." He whispered, his fierce, protective nature over riding everything else. The quarrels and arguments of the previous week were forgotten in Lundy's need for comfort and protection and his corresponding need to have someone to take care of.

Lundy clung to him desperately. Not quite believing the soothing words he heard or daring to trust the safety he felt in his partner's arms but too wrung out to question it.

Joe held him for several minutes, stroking the blond hair and rocking him gently, until he heard a low moan that signaled that Beecham was regaining consciousness. Then he drew back, slightly, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to Lundy's forehead he said, "Go straighten your desk out. I'm gonna have a little talk with Mr. Beecham."

At Lundy's fearful glance at the other man, Joe gave him a small shove. "Go on. Don't worry about me. I've handled a guys a lot tougher than this puke."

Lundy grabbed his hat off the floor where it lay and headed for the door, trying to regain his composure.

Several minutes later Joe rejoined him at their desks. He looked completely unruffled and was totally unmarked.

Lundy gave him a questioning look.

"We reached an understanding." He said quietly.

"What kinda understanding?"

"Simple. He comes near you again; I pick up the phone and he does a Jimmy Hoffa." LaFiamma smiled. It didn't touch his eyes. They remained as cold and hard as ice. It was not a pretty sight.

Lundy shivered, remembering how fast and easy his new partner had taken out a man who had bullied him for years.

Joe sat down and picked up a file folder, beginning to read. Lundy watched him for a minute, wondering what to expect from his partner now. Joe'd effectively dealt with Beecham. Did that mean that Joe wanted him for himself or... what?

Was he Joe's now or was he alone again? He didn't think he could handle being alone. Even Beecham was better than that.

oooOOOooo

Their first day in the MCU settled down after the Beecham incident, except for Joe garnering a few curious looks from people who had seen Beecham after he came out of the locker room and before he'd left for the day. Joe-Bill McCandless in particular kept watching the ex-Chicago cop with renewed interest.

As the partners were getting ready to leave for the day, McCandless pulled LaFiamma aside. "'Bout this mornin'. I'm sorry, but I gotta wife and kids I like to go home to. Can't afford a long hospital stay." He shrugged and went on. "Don't know what ya did to Beecham, but he ain't gonna forget it. Ya can count on that. You watch yerself... and Lundy."

Joe gave the man a nod and a pat on the arm, along with a quick, 'thanks for the warning' as he turned back to join Lundy on the way out. It looked like the Beecham thing might actually be beneficial in helping him establish himself in the MCU. McCandless obviously didn't like the man and was glad to have someone around that could handle him.

At Joe's apartment complex, Lundy switched off the Jimmy and climbed out, starting to follow Joe in.

LaFiamma stopped, turning to look at him, "You're coming up?"

Lundy froze, uncertain of his status. "I... uh thought that..." he trailed off.

"You thought what?" Joe demanded. He wasn't at all sure that he liked this beaten down version of his partner.

"You... you took me from Beecham. I thought... I'm your's now... ain't I?" It was almost a plea.

"You thought that I---" Joe started loudly then broke off abruptly as a couple of women brushed past them.

Grabbing Lundy's arm he steered him toward the door. "We'll discuss this upstairs."

Lundy stood behind his partner, his head bowed as Joe unlocked his door and pushed it open, before reaching back to take Lundy's arm again and shove him into the apartment, slamming the door behind them.

Once inside he rounded on the cowed man. "Are you telling me that you think that I'm like Beecham!" he spat out the name like a curse. "That I pulled him off you so that I could take his place!"

"I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean..." Lundy stammered.

LaFiamma continued as if Lundy hadn't spoken, "What kind of a man do you think I am? Beecham is slime! A bully! A sexual predator! Unfit to wear a badge! Is that what you think of me?" He turned grabbing Lundy by the arms, shaking him, his eyes black with anger, "Is it?" He demanded.

"No! No!" Lundy struggled briefly, frightened by the fury in LaFiamma's eyes. "I never thought that. It's just... I... I can't be alone! I can't. I need... I'm sorry. I just thought maybe... I shoulda known better. I ain't fit---" Shamefaced, he bowed his head again.

"Don't say that!" LaFiamma yelled, giving him another shake. "Don't you ever say that! That's Beecham talking and he's wrong! Wrong! Damn the man! He's the one that's not fit! Not fit to breathe the same air you breathe!" He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he realized that his anger was scaring Lundy.

Taking a second deep breath he spoke more quietly, "You listen to me Lundy. You're a good man. You care about people. You're a good cop. You care about justice and doing the right thing. I don't know how Beecham got his claws into you but he's the one that not fit."

Still refusing to look at Joe, Levon said softly, ashamedly, "I... I got needs. Ted... could tell. At first it weren't so bad. He'd let me stay afterwards. Let me sleep with him. Hold me. I... needed... that. I can't stand to be alone!"

"Is that all you've ever known? Haven't you ever been with someone who didn't mistreat you?" LaFiamma's voice was gentle as he reached out to turn Levon's face toward him.

Lundy swallowed hard, "No. Not a man. My wife... I loved her and she was wonderful but I need... a man. She couldn'ta understood. I couldn't tell her. She suspected something though. Reckon that's what started her drinking. Thought I had another woman. Truth woulda killed her." He fell silent. "Now she's dead anyway."

He pulled away from LaFiamma, straightening, and started moving toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Joe asked quietly.

"Reckon I'll head over to the Black Stallion. Should be able to find somebody there. Don't suppose Beecham will have me back after what you did to him."

"You don't have to do that."

"LaFiamma, I told you. I got needs and you... don't want me...." The last was barely audible.

"That's not what I said." Joe closed the distance that Levon had put between them and reached out to lay his hands on the cowboy's shoulders, rubbing them lightly, "I said I'm not like Beecham. I can't just use you. I can't just fuck you. And I could never beat you." He let his arms slide down to wrap around Lundy's waist and pull him back against him, burying his face in Levon's golden hair as he whispered, "But I want you, Cowboy. I've wanted you almost from the first moment I saw you. But I wanna make love to you, not use you, not fuck you. Love you."

Lundy turned in the embrace, looking up at his partner, "I don't deserve--"

"Yes, you do. You deserve to be loved. Deserve it all the more because of having had so little of it. I have a lot of love inside me. Back home, I had a lot of people, family, friends, lovers to give it to. Here I've had no one to give it to, until now. Stay with me, Lundy. Let me love you." LaFiamma's voice was hoarse with passion. He drew Levon close, bending to brush his lips across the cowboy's, gently at first, then he tightened the embrace and deepened the kiss.

Lundy's lips parted, his mouth surrendering to the hungry heat of the kiss. His eyes closed. He felt as if he was burning, as if Joe was pouring liquid fire into him. The heat spread downward from his lips through his mouth and throat to his stomach and out, spreading through him, until every cell in his body felt as if it was on fire. The room spun around him, picking up speed as the kiss went on. He felt as if he was falling then something burst inside him and he wasn't falling, but flying. Soaring higher than he'd ever dreamed possible, like an eagle floating on the wind, bathed in sunlight.

Joe broke the kiss slowly, but continued to hold Levon close, whispering endearments as he caressed the blond curls, "Let me love you. Be my partner, my friend, my lover. Forever." He murmurred.

Levon clung to him, giving himself over to the embrace, surrendering to Joe's love. In that moment of total surrender, the chains of doubt and fear the had held his heart imprisoned slipped away. "Forever." He whispered back, and strangely it was the word that would bind them together, that set him free.

He looked up into Joe's eyes and knew that he'd finally found what he's been searching for all his life even though he hadn't known what it was. "Make love to me." He whispered. The words sounded right although he'd never used then before.

Joe looked into his eyes and smiled, his eyes, soft and warm, filled with love.

Levon smiled back at him, his own eyes filling with desire. Confidence flowed through him at the sure and certain knowledge that he was loved. The smile spread into a grin and he pressed closer to Joe, rubbing his groin against his partner's. He watched with pleasure as Joe's eyes darkened with a matching hunger.

Joe's smile turned into a sexy grin. "It'll be a pleasure, Cowboy. For both of us. I guarantee it."

He stepped back and turned, leading the way up the stairs to the bedroom.

Lundy followed eagerly, anticipation sending shivers thorough him.

Joe stopped beside the bed and began to undress, laying his clothes and guns on the chair there, taking only a moment to strip completely. He grinned at Lundy as the cowboy stood rooted to the spot beside the stairs, watching him.

With a soft chuckle he strolled over to his partner and reached out to begin unbottoning Levon's shirt, "Works better if you strip too, lover." He grinned.

Lundy grinned back at him, "Rather look at you. I ain't no ravin' beauty."

"You must not have a mirror out at your place, Cowboy, 'cause, you are gorgeous! I love those tight jeans on you but right now, I want'em offa you."

He pushed Lundy's shirt off his shoulders and reached to unbuckle his belt, making quick work of opening the jeans. With a laugh and a grin he grabbed Lundy around the waist, spinning him around till his back was to the bed then walking him backwards until the cowboy's knees hit the edge of the bed and he fell back across it.

Joe released him as he fell and reached down to grab a hold of one of Lundy's boots, quickly removing it, then stripping away the sock before doing the same to the other one.

All that remained was the tight, tight jeans and the briefs under them. Still grinning Joe leaned over Levon and caught hold of the waistband of the jeans and the underwear together. He tugged, lifting Lundy slightly from the bed as he stripped the jeans down and off.

Lundy shivered slightly, as he was reminded of the raw strength that lay just below the surface in his partner's magnificent body.

Joe stepped forward, standing between Lundy's spread thighs. His cock, hard and jutting out before him, brushed against the inside of his lover's naked leg.

Lundy shivered visibly this time. His own cock, jumped, slapping against his belly. He swallowed hard. "Take me." He moaned. "Take me now! I want you so!"

"Not yet, Love. Not yet. We have all night." Joe murmured, as he slowly slid his hands up Lundy's legs, caressing them gently as he raised them, wrapping them around his waist. He continued to slide his hands along Levon's skin, very lightly, working his way upwards, gliding along the thighs, then across the slim hips. His fingertips brushed across the cowboy's belly.

His lips curled in a satisfied smile as his partner's stomach muscles clenched and Lundy moaned with pleasure. He lightly brushed Levon's nipples then returned to tweak them, watching as they hardened and Lundy's cock gave another jerk in response to the touch.

He leaned over his partner, letting his cock, just barely glaze Lundy's as he reached up to caress the cowboy's throat then smiling he slowly lowered himself to lie atop Lundy, letting his cock slide along his partner's as he pressed his body full length along the cowboy's. Bending his head to nip at the exposed throat, he tangled his hands in the cowboy's hair.

Lundy cried out with pleasure at the contact, locking his legs around Joe's waist. He humped up against his lover once, then began to shake as he came, his cock exploding between them.

Joe held him tightly, crooning soft words of love as his climax claimed him and continued to hold him as he went limp with exhaustion from the force of his ejaculation. After a long moment, Joe moved, rearranging them on the bed, turning them so that they lay length wise of it without ever releasing his hold on Levon.

Lundy lay limp in his arms for several minutes before rousing slightly. Feeling Joe's hardness still pressed against him, he reached for it, "You didn't come. I'll..."

"No. I want to come in you. But later. Much later. Now is for you. Just for you." he raised up on one elbow and looked down at Lundy, "So, relax and enjoy. Let me love you. My way. Okay?"

"Okay." Lundy, sighed, smiling back at him. [Lord, what did I do to deserve this man? Whatever it was.... Thank you for sending him to me.]

Joe slid down Levon's body, licking and nipping his way until the reached the warm stickiness where Levon's cum was smeared across his belly, then he began to lap at it eagerly, hungrily, cleaning it from his lover's body, almost purring with pleasure as he lapped it up. His hands drifted, stroking and caressing Lundy's slim body as he studiously worked on cleaning his lover up.

Lundy moaned, loudly. His body tingled with pleasure. His cock was already half hard again. He'd never been able to become aroused again so quickly after climaxing, but then he'd never had anyone that treated him like Joe was. His partner was totally focus on him, every touch, every lick and nip designed to raise him higher and higher, drive him into the throes of mindless ecstasy... and it was working. He couldn't think, couldn't focus. He felt as if he were floating free in a sea of pleasure then Joe's mouth closed around his cock and he cried out, screaming at the raw pleasure so great it was almost painful. His last coherent thought was a fervent hope that the neighbors wouldn't call the cops as he lost all control. Moaning, sobbing, screaming Joe's name, begging for more, his body shaking like a leaf caught in a hurricane. [Hurricane Joey.] His mind whispered hysterically.

He was so lost in the pleasure that he never felt Joe enter him, never felt the single hard thrust that joined then together, linking them in the way he'd been begging for. He came back to himself slowly stunned at the realization that Joe was in him. His lover's cock was buried to the balls inside him, filling him completely and it didn't hurt! He'd never felt it enter him. It was as if Joe had somehow melted them together, fusing them without any of the pain that had always before been an integral part of being joined with another man.

He stared up at his lover, wide eyed, "It doesn't hurt!" He gasped in awe. "You're all the way in and it doesn't hurt!" The words were a cry of joy. It had never been like this before, never been so good.

"It's not supposed to hurt, Love." Joe murmurred, as he began to pump, drawing back slowly then pushing back in even more slowly.

Levon trembled. He could feel every vein and ridge on Joe's cock as it slid past the tight, clinging ring of his anus. "He always hurt me! You're bigger but...."

"He didn't love you. Didn't prepare you. I love you, Levon. I'll never hurt you. Never!" Joe avowed, silencing, his partner with a kiss, as he picked up speed, thrusting deeper, harder and faster with every stroke.

Lundy arched up to meet him, wrapping his lean legs around Joe's waist, his arms around Joe's chest, pulling his lover down trying to meld them together, forever. Then he felt Joe stiffen and heard him shout with pleasure as he came, filling Levon with his semen. Levon shouted with him, their voices joined like their bodies as he exploded too. His seed spilling between them again as he flew a part, shattering into a million pieces at the pure, raw pleasure. Fireworks went off behind his tightly closed eyelids. The world tilted and spun and he slid away into darkness, unconscious.

He awoke slowly, wrapped in Joe's arms, feeling whole and complete for the first time in his life somehow reborn, renewed, resurrected by having been shattered and lost. His head was resting on Joe's shoulder.

His lover lay half turned toward him, arms wrapped securely around him, sound asleep. His relaxed face looked even younger than usual. The smile that curved his lips was a thing of beauty.

He looked like an angel to Levon.

The cowboy chuckled to himself at the image, a beautiful, wanton angel, tousled and stained with the evidence of their lovemaking. And it had been lovemaking. Perhaps for the first time in his life. He smiled at his angel and snuggled closer. A soft sigh of contentment escaped him as he joined his love in sleep.

The End.