Title: Breaking Point
Author: DennSedai aka Dennis
E-Mail: DennSedai@verizon.net
Feedback: Yes Please
Fandom: CSI: NY
Pairing: Danny Messer (Carmine Giovinazzo 5'9")/Don Flack (Eddie Cahill 6'2")
Warnings: This is SLASH. This is GRAPHIC SLASH. This deals with DOM/SUB role play and the like. INCLUDING TOYS. Meaning if that's not your thing or it squicks you don't read it.
Feedback: Yes please, feed the plot bunnies and see more fic
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just playing with them…or the muses are playing with me…your choice. Don, Danny, and CSI: New York are owned by Jerry Bruckheimer, CBS, etc. I don't claim any type of ownership…which is a damn shame ;-)
Author's Notes: WARNING RABID PLOT BUNNIES AT PLAY. PWP in the extreme. EXTREMELEY ADULT IN NATURE.
Author's Note 2: This was a purely muse/plot bunny created fic. No sequel/prequel is planned currently. For a lovely inspiring pic check out TexasAries manip at:
http://www.tthfanfic.org/Story-14126-17/TexasAries+The+love+that+dares+not+speak+its+name.htm
Many thanks to Annie for beta-reading this piece of madness, any errors are mine and not hers.

Staring at the locker, Danny fumed silently. It had already been one of those months, and today was just the icing on the cake. He didn't know why the hell he was still here. From the headaches when he'd had to deal with that dirty cop, to all the shit that had hit the proverbial fan after Tanglewood.  

Danny looked up as he heard footsteps coming into the locker room. Seeing Flack, he just let out a soft sigh. He really wasn't up for dealing with yet more shit. The on again, off again relationship that the two of them had been dealing with for a number of months, almost a year, now wasn't at an 'on' point at the moment. Danny wasn't really ready or able to commit to it all that Don obviously wanted. 

It had begun shortly after the crap of Tanglewood, and a drunken night of too many beers, and some pizza at Don's apartment. It had been nice of him to go out of his way to show support for Danny, but it didn't seem to be making much of a difference. 

Don had made a drunken pass at him, and he'd responded in part. Too bloody tired of being alone and too drunk at the time to care. From there they had both woken up the next day with hellish hangovers and had trouble looking each other in the eyes. Since then they'd tried to keep it in the past. Then a few weeks later after one truly hellish case involving kids, they'd gotten drunk. Old instincts had kicked in and things had snowballed from there. 

"What do you want, Flack?" Danny asked sarcastically, though he already had a good idea what Don wanted. 

"To talk. Obviously there's a lot of shit going on and you're catching the brunt of it. Not that it's really fair, but life rarely is," Don Flack said in a serious tone of voice. "It's not your fault, but you're the one getting the shaft. So I figured I'd see if you're willing to talk." 

Taking a deep breath, Danny slowly let it out. "No, I'm not in the mood to talk or to do anything else. At this point, I don't know why the hell I'm still here. It's not like I've got a whole hell of a lot holding me here. I'd probably be just as well off if I went elsewhere. After all, I've got a few favors built up over the years that I could call in. Leave New York entirely and start over somewhere else." 

"Danny..." Don said, trailing off, as unsure what to say. 

"No, Don, not now and most certainly not here. It's not the right time and it sure as hell isn't the right place to have this conversation. So let's just leave it there and move on. I need some time to think this through and right now, you're not helping all that much. I mean it, you're just another distraction." 

"Danny, please. Just promise me, that you'll talk to me before you make a final decision. All right?" 

Slowly lifting his face to look at Flack, he just stared him in the eyes for a moment. "I'm not going ta make any promises that I can't keep. IF I make a decision, I will let you know first. The rest of them will hear it after you do. BUT, I'm not going to let you make the decision or even push the decision for me. Take it or leave it, Don, but that's how it is." 

Staring back into Danny's cold, icy blue eyes, Don slowly nodded. He knew that if he pushed it any further Danny, would just hold that against him. So like he said, this wasn't the time and it sure wasn't the place. Neither of them needed the crap of having themselves outed. 

"Fine, just call me if you need to talk. I need to know and to talk to you, all right?" 

"Sure, Flack, I'll do that." 

*********** 

Shaking his head, Don Flack glanced quickly up and down the hallway. Taking the key ring out of his pocket, he quickly let himself into the apartment. Reaching up, he punched in the code that Danny had given him a while back. Nodding to himself as the alarm canceled and then reset itself, he smiled.  

Danny may not want to talk, but when he got a wild hair up his ass at times like these there were very few ways to break him out of a mood like this. Leaving him alone would work, but it would take too long and would likely lead to him making the wrong choice this time. If anyone tried to force it he'd likely to blow up even harder, and then definitely take a walk. Or he could take a huge chance and see if he could get Danny out of this mood the unusual way, by getting into his pants.  

All too often when they had, been through a truly crappy case they had ended up having some 'fun' to blow off the tensions and stresses they'd been under. It had been the one thing that Don had come to count on. Hell, if he was honest, he'd always been bi, but Danny was just...hell, he was Danny.  

Once things had started happening, it was like he couldn't get enough. Don had always preferred guys to girls. But that was a major no-no on the force.  

Danny apparently was the same, but he'd taken it as equal opportunity fucking. If the person clicked, the gender didn't really matter. 

After a few months of the on again, off again, Don had admitted it was going to become something more, at least to him. So he'd started to try and gently nudge Danny on it. Danny had been a bit resistant to the idea.  

Then he'd slowly started shifting to a more dominant stance, becoming a lot more alpha. Not that it turned Don off, hell, if he was honest, it was fun and it definitely felt good to let go after a crappy case and let someone else be in charge.  

In the beginning it had surprised him to find this had turned him on so much, but now... well, whatever worked. 

Slipping into the bedroom, Don slipped his clothes off, and folded them neatly, hanging the coat on a hanger in the closet. Leaving just his boxers on he knelt down and assumed the position Danny ordered him to assume when they 'played'. 

Hanging his head down, sitting on his knees, hands behind his back, he waited. 

*********** 

After having changed and walked out of the precinct, Danny had decided to avoid the usual watering hole that they all went to. Instead he headed towards another small neighborhood bar not too far from his apartment. Stopping by his apartment, he parked in his usual space first, before walking the few blocks to get to the bar.  

Once at the bar, he'd had a few beers, drinking alone and glaring at anyone who dared to get too close to him. Finishing off his third beer, he'd decided he'd had enough of this. 

Walking home, he considered the various contacts he'd made over the years and the favors he accumulated.  

He knew Caine would be willing to give him a second chance. Even if he wasn't working directly under him, he could still manage better than here under Mac. It had gotten to the point that he just didn't care anymore. That was definitely not a good thing. 

Heading up to his apartment, he let himself in and turned off the alarm. He went first to the bathroom and then out to the dining room to sit down and write out his own list of pros and cons for staying here in New York vs leaving. 

On his way out of the bathroom, he paused as he passed the bedroom. Stopping dead in his tracks, he took the time to double check and make sure he wasn't imagining things. 

A low growl slowly bubbled its way up out of his throat. Sitting there on the bed was Don Flack. 

Granted he was in the position he'd taught him to assume when they'd 'played' something more serious and less vanilla, but still. He'd told him very clearly that he'd needed time to think and deal with his issues. Time to cool off and think things through, and yet here he was.  

Standing there, frozen in indecision he debated. IF, this was going to work between them, he had to see how far Don Flack was willing to take it. Would he be able to handle it going as far as Danny really wanted to take it? Well, no better time than now to find out. He'd deliberately been careful and slow building up to this point. But now, he was definitely seeing red. It was time to teach Flack a lesson and it would make or break him and force his decision. 

Slowly, deliberately, he walked into the room, letting his anger radiate and fill the air. "So, you decided that you don't have to listen to what I say, hmmmm, Don? I think it's time to give you a lesson in obedience. I'll lay out the rules very clearly. You get to choose if you are going to follow through on it or if you're going to leave. Once you make that decision, it's final. Understood?" 

Not daring to look up, Don slowly spoke. "Yes, sir." 

"Good boy. That's one tiny point in your favor so far. Now here's how it's going to happen. You can either get dressed and leave right now, with the consequences being unknown, till I've had time to cool off. OR you can take your punishment like a man. This time, it's going to go all the way. I'm not going to hold back, you're going to be mine and I'll do whatever I feel like. No holds barred, no safe word, no slowing down or stopping unless I want to. Understood?" 

Shivering, Don fought to keep himself under control. This wasn't quite what he'd been expecting, but he knew he'd face some consequences for what he'd done. The only question was: could he handle it?  

"I understand, sir, I choose to stay. I'll accept whatever punishment you feel is appropriate." 

Smirking, Danny just waited there letting the tension slowly build. After a few minutes of silence, he could see Don trying not to move. To stay motionless and wait for his orders. "Very good, you can be patient and obedient when you want, boy, can't you?" 

"Well, that's a good thing, as you're going to have a very long, very hard evening. First things first. Stand up, walk over to the dresser and get the cockring out. You're going to put it on, and then pull your boxers back up, I don't want you to make a mess or come before you're allowed. IF you're very good, I'll let you get some release ... eventually." 

"Yes, sir.," Don said, shifting slowly to get to his feet. He was fighting hard not to come just from the tone and attitude Danny was radiating. Quickly he did as he was told and remained standing at the dresser, hands behind his back waiting for further orders. 

Standing there, Danny just watched, admiring the smooth, lean lines of Don's body. They'd played some before this and had used the cockring once or twice before. But this time was going to be a bit different.  

Moving slowly, Danny stripped down to his own t-shirt and boxer briefs. Setting the clothes to one side, he moved slowly to stand right behind Don, almost, but not quite touching. He breathed in slowly, and out just as slowly, his breath just barely ruffling the hair at the base of Don's neck. "Last chance, Little Boy, if you're backing out now is the time to do it. IF not, then you're mine until I say otherwise. I'm going to make you do what I say and enjoy it. I'm going to push you right up to the edge and all the way over it." 

Gulping, Don slowly nodded, not trusting his voice to stay steady and not break. This was an irrevocable step in their relationship. Where it went from here could make or break them. He wasn't about to allow it to break him. 

Watching as Don slowly nodded, Danny nodded to himself. He hadn't been sure about pushing things this hard, but apparently it was working out fairly well. IF all went as he planned, he knew things would be different for them from here on out. He wasn't sure he'd wanted to take the chance before now, but here it was and damned if he was going to back down. 

Reaching up slowly, he let his hands rest comfortably on Don's shoulders. Leaning in closer, he whispered softly into his boy's ear, "You know that I won't do anything to truly hurt you, but you are going to be pushed. So trust me here, huh?" 

At the slow shudder and nod that followed his words, he smiled. Slowly, he let his arms slip down Don's arms gently, lightly touching, teasing and stroking. When they had reached down near his waist, he slowly slid them around the front. Gently, with the barest of touches he let those hands trace over the flat stomach, before traveling slowly upward, the touch fleeting and taunting in its nature. As he reached the broad, flat, defined chest, his hands parted ways, each going to gently tease and caress a respective nipple. Smiling to himself at Don's shivers of pleasure, he nodded. Good, now he was worked up and ready for more. Time for the punishment. 

Breaking off his teasing caress he stopped and waited a few seconds before speaking in a barely there whisper. "I'm glad you enjoyed that so far, now it's time to face the music, little boy. After all bad boys must be punished, much as they may not like it... Then again, maybe you will." 

Stepping back, he slowly walked back to the bed. Once there he sat down on the foot of the bed and got comfortable. Speaking in a normal tone of voice, he called out, "Time for the next part, Don, get over here, and lay down across my lap, face down. 

Slowly, almost mechanically, Don walked over, and knelt down before lying down across Danny's lap.  

Nodding to himself, Danny held back, barely, from cackling in glee. "Put your hands up above your waist and keep them there, Boy. Also you are going to count off each swat you get for being naughty and say 'Thank You, Master.' You'll be doing it like this, 'One, Thank You, Master, Two, Thank You, Master.' Understood, Boy?" 

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," Don said, almost sullenly, even while on the inside he shivered with anticipation. He had known it was a huge chance pushing Danny when he was this pissed, and sure it might be a little unpleasant trying to sit tomorrow, but he'd manage somehow. 

Shifting Don slightly so he was more comfortably positioned, Danny paused, deliberately waiting to let the tension build up before he started. After all anticipation was its own punishment. Wondering when it would start, how hard, how many, and how long it would go on. For now he intended to start out relatively light before building it up.  

After a bit, he'd pull Don's boxers down, and spank his bare butt as well before moving on to more pleasurable forms of torment and teasing. This was definitely going to be a very long, drawn-out night. 

Just when he knew Don couldn't wait any longer he began. A series of lightning fast, light swats, shifting randomly from side to side and top to bottom. Never hitting the same spot more than twice in a row.  

Don frantically strived to keep up with the count, even as he found himself starting to enjoy the light swats to his ass. The anticipation was driving him mad though. 

Danny suddenly stopped, leaving Don startled and puzzled. Gently he began to rub over the slightly tender flesh. Feeling Don shudder and strive to lean into the touch, he spoke up. "Stop. You don't do anything, Boy, but lay there and take your punishment, until I tell you otherwise. Of course, if you keep squirming, I suppose, I'll have to increase your punishment, won't I?" 

Shifting his grip slightly, Danny kept one hand in place on Don's lower back, as the other one gripped the side seam of the boxer's the younger man wore. Bracing his grip on both Don and the material, he tore at them, until with a sudden ripping noise the fabric parted. Shifting his grip, he did the same to the other side, before moving to completely remove them.  

"I hope you're ready, boy, because now is the second half of your punishment." With that Danny put action to his words. Swiftly, almost cruelly, he began to spank the pale ass that had already turned a pale shade of pink. As before he didn't keep to any one spot and was constantly shifting. After several minutes, when Don began to seriously struggle and squirm, he gave one final harsh swat before stopping.  

"Freeze, boy. Don't you dare move an inch. Now you are going to rest just like this, while I decide if you've been punished enough. IF you dare to move, well, you're going to be very sorry. After all, I warned you repeatedly you're mine to do whatever I want with tonight. You had your chance to leave and didn't take it," Danny said, ending in a definite growl. 

Smiling as Don froze in place at that tone of voice and the warning, he nodded to himself. Good, he hadn't quite managed to push him beyond his limits. If he could keep up with the rest of what the evening held, it would be even better. It had been a very, very long time since he'd had someone who was a real, true submissive, who wanted to play both rough and easy like Don did.  

*********** 

Smiling to himself at the pretty sight that lay before him, Danny couldn't help but feel warm inside. After he'd given Don a bit of time to cool off, in more ways than one from the spanking, he'd had him clean himself up so that he'd be ready for whatever followed. He'd quickly prepared the room while Don was in the shower, and after his boy had dried off, told him how to wait and then blindfolded him. 

Taking his own swift shower, he sluiced off the day's sweat, as well as the sweat he'd worked up giving Don his own first round of punishment. The spanking had been a definite turn on and he'd been glad that he'd had the forethought to require Don to wear that cock ring. Other wise, his boy would have probably come at least once already. That was what he was saving for later on. After he finished teaching him how to completely give in and obey. 

Don would eventually be allowed to come, but not until long after he was past the point of begging. 

Calling out to Don, he told him to crawl from the bathroom out to the bedroom, and wait at the foot of the bed. He shifted position so he could watch as the younger man did as he was told, clad only in the stainless steel cockring.  

Noting how he looked, he considered a moment before deciding to let Don get off twice that night. Once now, to keep him from being injured, and once later after his punishment was complete. No matter what else, he wasn't going to hurt his lover. 

As Don reached the foot of the bed, he remained kneeling there.  

"Very good, Boy. In fact, you've been so good, I'm going to let you out of the cock ring and I'm going to let you come now. Now don't even think that means the evening's over or that your punishment is done. It's not, but I don't want to see you hurt yourself. Understood?" 

"Yes, sir, I understand." 

"Good boy, Don. Now, stand up and let yourself out of the cockring, but don't take off the blindfold just yet. Understand?" 

Nodding his understanding, Don reached down slowly and carefully released himself from the restraint.  

Moving to stand in front of Don, Danny knelt down. Gently he reached up to tease and play with Don's balls, and watched the shudder that rippled through the younger man. Leaning in even closer, he slowly licked first down one side of his cock and up the other, noticing as he did how hard the younger man strained not to come. Nodding at that, he slowly took Don's cock into his own mouth and gently milked it, even as he slid a finger back to tease Don's already prepared ass. He'd taken the time to lube him up slightly, just before he'd gotten into the shower.  

As he slipped the finger in, he slowly backed off till just the head of Don's cock was in his mouth. Sliding his tongue over the head of it, he felt Don shudder at last and give in. Eagerly he swallowed the first few shots, and then let the last few remaining one's rest on his tongue. He knew for a fact that Don didn't have nearly as much experience as he liked to think he did and this was just another part of his plan for the evening.  

Slipping the finger back out, he backed off and slowly rose up on his feet. Refusing the urge to swallow or even spit out the precious seed Don had just spilled, he leaned in and with his free hand drew his partner's head down to his own. Planting his lips over Don's, he slowly kissed, him, grinning in his own mind as Don readily opened his mouth to the kiss.  

Slowly he slipped his tongue into Don's mouth loaded with that seed that Don had just spilled, and let him taste it.  

He kept a tight grip on Don's neck, as he felt him start to pull away in surprise and let out a low, barely audible growl at that. Recognizing the implicit warning, Don let Danny do as he wanted to. 

Slowly as the seed was shared and tasted by both of them, Danny at last pulled back and let go of Don's neck. Leaning in close to his ear, he whispered. "Very good boy, Don, see, if you're good like that all the time, you'll get more rewards in the future." 

Shivering at the breathy whisper, Don just nodded.  

"Good boy, now it's time to crawl up on the bed and lay on your back. Stretch your arms out to the sides, and just leave them there. And no, I'm not removing the blindfold just yet. You're going to have to trust me here, and yes, the cockring is going back on now." 

Slowly Don shifted so that he could crawl up on the bed, and then flipped over onto his back, following the instructions that he'd been given. 

*********** 

Reaching into a side table, Danny slowly drew out any number of interesting toys and things to play with, setting them each carefully off to one side within easy reach, he smiled at the memories they evoked. Laying the last item out, he moved to replace Don's cockring. Then he leaned up and gently attached the straps to Don's wrists and then to the headboard. Carefully he checked to make sure they were snug, but not too tight.  

"They comfortable, Don? Speak up now, as I don't want to hurt you." 

Slowly, carefully at first then with a bit more strength, Don tested the restraints at his wrists. "Yes, sir. They're fine. Not too tight at all and certainly not too loose." 

*********** 

Smiling down at the writhing, begging body of his lover beneath him, Danny couldn't help but feel almost content. Like everything would finally work out right, if he just trusted his partner. 

"Well, my lovely boy, you can't believe how wonderful a sight you make, laying there sprawled out and begging for more. So I suppose I should finish you off and be kind about it. Ready for the finish?" 

"Yes, sir, please let me come again. I need to come so badly, I'm begging you, Master." 

"Not quite yet, Don, soon, but not quite yet," Danny said soothingly.  

Shifting his position, Danny knelt between the spread legs, knowing instinctively what he was doing and slowly preparing Don for the fucking of his life. Of course, that didn't mean Don was going to get to come from that. He had one final master stroke to add to the evening's fun. While Don seemed equally comfortable being on either the bottom or top, from what he'd told Danny, Danny didn't quite feel the same way. Granted, he would on a very rare occasion bottom, but it took one hell of a lot of trust and desire before he could do that.  

But tonight, he was going to finish Don off that way, after he'd fucked him senseless. He'd ride him till he himself came, then slowly, tortuously slowly ride Don, then finally release the catch on his cockring and allow him to come for one final time that night. 

Slipping first one and then two fingers into his already lubed lover, Danny couldn't resist going slowly and teasingly. He knew how crazy this drove Don, and that was why he was taking things so slowly. To stretch it out and make it last. 

"Please, Danny, please, Master, fuck me already. God, I need you in me so bad. Please, I'm begging you..." Don said, pleading in a voice filled with desire and worn from all the strain he'd been through already. 

"Not yet, baby boy. Soon, but not quite yet," Danny said, slowly shifting to scissor the two fingers back and forth at various angles to loosen Don up somewhat but not overly so. Shifting once more, he gently rubbed one knuckle across the prostate, laughing softly as his lover almost jumped off the bed. 

"I hope you're ready, baby boy, because it's now time to get fucked senseless." 

Panting and nodding his head in wordless agreement, Don shifted his legs to more readily accommodate Danny. 

Slowly, ever so achingly slowly, Danny let himself sink into Don. Feeling Flack shift and try to buck underneath him, he gently gripped his hips to keep him still. After almost a minute he was fully sheathed inside his lover. Ever so slowly he began the process of pulling out before pausing midway to slide back in again. 

Over and over he repeated the process as he slowly picked up speed, even as Don babbled underneath him and begged him to go harder, faster, and deeper. 

Finally picking up the pace to where Don liked it, he felt his own balls start to tighten up as he drew closer and closer to blasting off. Shifting position ever so slightly, he began to truly slam into Don's tight, tender ass. At last as he was slamming in one final time, he came, exploding inside his lover.  

Stopping his motion entirely, he rested like that till he was done and then slowly withdrew. 

Grabbing a moist washcloth that he'd set aside, he slowly cleaned up both himself, and Don. Setting the used up washcloth aside, he slowly began to finger his own tight, near virginal ass that he'd lubed up earlier in the night as well. Shifting slowly till he was kneeling over Don's cock, he slowly, almost hesitantly lowered himself down, with one hand guiding his lover into him.  

Smirking at Don's gasp, he continued slowly sliding down. At last he was fully seated on Don's lap, and wriggled a little bit to tease him. "Surprised, Sexy? I hope so, and I hope you'll enjoy what comes next." 

Shifting so that he could lean in closer, he gently kissed his lover, even as his fingers reached down to tug at the clamps he'd attached earlier to Don's already swollen, sensitive nipples. 

Feeling his lover shudder underneath this sensory overload he shifted to slowly rise up and back down. Teasing Don, as only he knew how to. Letting go of the nipple clamps, he broke off the kiss. 

Shifting up in his pace he began to seriously ride Don, groaning and moaning at the full feeling of his lover inside him.  

After a few minutes of this, when he knew he couldn't last much longer, he reached down and gently unclasped the cockring he'd put on Don, even as he sank down for a final time, to feel Don's full body-shuddering explosion as he came. 

Collapsing down on his lover's chest, he gently undid the blindfold to look into those blue, blue eyes. 

"Love ya, Donny, now and always," Danny whispered softly. Gently he kissed his partner one last time on the lips, as he let his hands work their own magic, slowly undoing the various bindings by touch.  

Shifting slightly, he grabbed the other spare rag to wipe them both clean again. Setting it aside, he laid his head down across Don's chest and let out a soft sigh. 

THE END