Title: Candle
By: boho-beata
Rating: NC-17
Fandom/Pairing: CSI: NY - DannyFlack
Summary: Based upon prompt #043. Candle.
Disclaimer: Nope, I own nada.

Day 5 of Don being Danny's slave.

It was storming pretty bad outside. Danny watched the rain hit the window with a mild interest. Don was behind him, sitting on the bed, probably rereading a Harry Potter book.

Danny sighed and trudged over to bed. As he fell onto it carelessly, lightning flashed and the power went out.

"AH!" Danny yelped, clinging onto Don.

"Fuck! I can't read now," Don muttered and closed his book, setting it down on the nightstand.

"Donnie, go find a candle or somethin'!" Danny whined, clinging onto Don's arm.

"I can't if yer diggin' yer nails into my skin."

"Yer my slave! You can comfort me and get a candle at the same time!"

"Comfortin' you don't mean that you get to stick yer nails in me, let go," He shook his arm free and Danny whimpered.

"But Donnie, I'm scared," Danny pouted, though Don couldn't see.

Don rolled his eyes and stood up. "Whatever, I'm gunna get some candles."

Danny wrapped the comforter around his shoulders and sat in the middle of the bed, waiting for Don's return. He hated the dark when there was a storm going on; it always scared the crap out of him.

Don came back with a flashlight in one hand and a candle in the other. He set them down on the night table and sat down on the bed near Danny.

"Yer really scared, huh?" He asked, sitting in front of Danny.

"Duh," Danny answered, trying to hide his fear with sarcasm.

Don smirked and leaned forward, kissing Danny, "Well, I got somethin' that might help..."

Danny smiled and kissed back. He wrapped his arms around Don's neck and pulled him down onto the bed.

Don slid his hand under Danny's shirt, but as he did so, thunder rumbled and lightning struck, causing Danny to jump up and bump heads with Don.

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down," Don murmured, stroking Danny's hair, "Yer gunna give us both a concussion."

"Sorry," Danny muttered and fell back down, "You okay?"

"Good as ever," Don answered, hovering over Danny, "Why don't we just go to bed, huh?"

"As long as I can use you as a teddy bear," Danny answered, pulling Don down next to him and holding onto him.

"Of course," Don smiled and kissed Danny's forehead, "Anything you want. 'Member, I'm yer slave."

"Don't start singin' Sexy Back," Danny groaned, "I don't need a headache to add onto everything."

"I'm bringin' sexy back..."

Danny groaned and hid under the covers. He was safe from everything here, even Don's singing.