Interlewd 1/3
(and I am well aware that that's not the correct spelling <g>)

This is another part in my ongoing Dave and Luka slash fic saga.
Previous installments of this fic are Waiting, Rendezvous in Radiology, Waiting for Christmas, Waiting for a Valentine, Waiting for Release, A Test of Love, Stranger things have happened.

And if anyone comments about how 'Dave is acting differently than on the show', well that's because unlike TPTB, *I* have given him some character development in the last year.



Previously on ER
Dave and Luka have been living together for almost a year now (and screwing each other senseless at almost every opportunity). After an AIDS scare at work, Luka realized how much Dave meant to him and proposed to him. Although not legally able to 'marry' they are organizing a ceremony at which they will declare their commitment to each other. Dave asked Carter, and Luka asked Kerry to be their 'best men' for the occasion.



Arms laden with groceries, Dave pushed open the door to the apartment.

"Hi honey, I'm home," he called with a grin.

Luka was seated at the dining table with a neat stack of 'wedding' invitations to the right of him. An equally neat pile of unwritten invitations was stacked to the left.

"You not finished with those yet?" asked Dave in surprise as he dumped the food in the kitchen. "I thought you'd have them all finished by now."

"Which is why *you* volunteered to do the grocery shopping...so you wouldn't have to write any more of them," replied Luka absently.

"Well, your writing's a hell of a lot more legible than mine," grinned Dave, as he walked over to Luka and leaned over his shoulder.

"That would not be difficult," said Luka, "I do not believe I have ever seen such an untidy hand."

Dave shrugged, "It's traditional...you know, doctors with messy writing, so the patient can't read what they're prescribing."

Luka ignored his comment and said, "I was trying to decide have we included everyone that we wish to invite...I do not wish to offend anyone by leaving them out by accident. I remember how upset Kerry was when Mark and Elizabeth neglected to inviter her to *their* wedding."

Dave snorted in disgust, "They didn't 'neglect' to invite her...they left her off the list deliberately cause they were pissed that she sicced the competency testing dudes on his royal baldness."

"In any event, I do not wish there to be ill-will between any of my colleagues...so..." As he spoke, Luka reached for a blank invitation and in a neat hand penned in 'Mr. and Mrs. Mark Greene'.

Dave watched in horror. "Luka, you can't be serious...not those two...they'll suck the life out of the day. Shit, I'd rather have Romano...at least he'd liven things up a bit."

"I am most certainly serious," said Luka, pulling Dave onto his lap and putting his arm around him. "Mark is a colleague of ours...it would be inappropriate to not invite him."

"Yeah," said Dave, moodily. "But he's a jerk...hell, he suspended me for a week just cause I dared to have an opinion about a case."

Luka gently rubbed Dave's back as he replied, "But as I recall, Kerry reduced the suspension to a mere two days. In any case I would probably have sent you home as well, had I been the attending in that case."

Dave pulled away slightly and said in surprise, "You think I shouldn't have head-butted that jerk?"

"I did not say that," said Luka, pulling Dave closer. "However, I believe that under the circumstances you were not in a proper state of mind to continue to work. But that is neither here nor there. I believe that we should invite Mark and Elizabeth...but if you do not wish to, I will tear up the invitation and speak no more of it."

Dave sighed and leaned in against Luka's chest. "Nah...we might as well ask them...maybe we'll get lucky and they won't be able to get a sitter or anything."

"Oh, I do not think we shall have to rely on that to keep them away," said Luka with an evil grin. "There are certain 'advantages' in having the person in charge of the rosters as your 'best man'."

Dave's jaw dropped as he looked at Luka, "You devious little..."

Luka shrugged, "As I said, it would be inappropriate to not invite them...but I have no particular desire to have them there. Kerry will make sure that Mark is the Attending on duty that day, so everyone will be happy."
Leaning forward, he kissed Dave on the lips.

"Everyone will be *very* happy," agreed Dave as he returned the kiss.

Luka started fumbling with Dave's belt buckle. One handed, he managed to open it and pull down Dave's zipper. Slipping his hand inside, he started caressing Dave's cock.

"Oh God," moaned Dave, as Luka's magic fingers set to work. All too soon the fingers disappeared and Dave groaned as he felt them pull at the waistband of his jeans.

Damn, thought Luka, realizing that he was going to have to let go of Dave to pull his trousers down far enough. Pulling his tongue out of Dave's mouth, he gently pushed him away. Dave resisted at first, but soon guessed what Luka wanted. Standing up, he pushed his jeans down to his ankles. But to his surprise, instead of Luka sinking to his knees in front of him, he lifted him up onto the table, scattering the invitations widely.

Sitting back down in his chair, Luka pushed Dave's knees a little wider, giving him easy access to Dave's cock. He started working with his hands but soon added his mouth.

Dave groaned as felt the delicate flicks of Luka's tongue around his most sensitive areas. He grabbed at the edge of the table to stop himself falling.

Luka pulled Dave closer to him and took as much of his length as possible into his mouth. With the ease of experience, he knew exactly where and how to use his tongue to best advantage. Dave was unable to do anything except moan inarticulately as he felt his climax approaching...and then it was there...that brain melting, spine tingling feeling of release that was better with this man in front of him than with any of his many previous partners...

"I love you Luka," he gasped as his breathing slowly returned to normal.

"And I love you too," replied Luka, putting his arms around him.

When Dave had finally gotten his breath back, Luka lifted him off the table.

"Uh-oh," said Dave, as he noticed the invitation cards that were scattered around the table. "Looks like we smudged the ink on some of this."

"What's this 'we' business," snickered Luka. "Look at your ass."

Dave craned his neck and groaned as he saw smudged ink all over his cheeks. "I told you not to use that ink pen," he said, with mock disapproval. "Do you know how much scrubbing it'll take to get those stains off?"

"Hmm, may I help?"

"Only if you ask me nicely," grinned Dave.

"May I?" whispered Luka in his ear as he pulled Dave into his arms and kissed him.

"Yes you may."



The next day in the ER...

"Mark," called Luka as he hurried to catch up with him. "I'm glad I caught you...I just wanted to give you this." He handed him the wedding invitation.

"Why...thank you Luka," said Mark awkwardly.

"I apologize for the slight blurring of the lettering," said Luka with as straight a face as he could muster. "My 'blotter' moved when he should not have."

"It's okay," said Mark, with a slightly bemused expression on his face.

"Good, good," said Luka. "I will see you later." Walking away, he barely managed to make it as far as the toilets before suffering a fit of helpless laughter.



to be continued

Author's notes -
As the title suggests, this is just a brief intermission in the fun-filled saga of Dave and Luka...but I will be writing more...I just don't know when.
Oh, and I couldn't think of a way to say this in the fic, but Luka *is* well aware that Mark will not appreciate being called 'Mr.' Greene, and that Elizabeth will like even less being referred to as 'Mrs. Mark Greene'. That's why he addressed the invite like that <g>

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