AND IT ENDS!!! You didn't think it would, I know!

Title: Resonance
Fandom: CSI: NY
Rating: Mature for sure
Warnings: Uhm... porn?
Notes: scarletts_awry is having a Yay!Porn!Weekend and this is my submission. This takes place in Power Generation-verse. Follows A City Alive. Post-"Care of this Post".
Previously Posted: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five.


Danny's arms were trembling when he laid down, the hollow of his back arched against the mattress. Flack leaned over him, still mindful of his side, and tasted the salt off his lips.

"You don't owe me a thing," Danny said. There was a blush burning on his cheeks that he tried to ignore. "Seriously."

"Believe me," Flack breathed as he followed the line of Danny's throat down his chest. "You have no idea how much I do."

And Danny was a talker. Really, what else had he expected, from everything that had already happened? When Flack pinned him down on the mattress, Danny choked on his tongue and bit back a cry. "You sure you're okay to do this?"

"Don't worry," Flack hooked his fingers into the top buttons of Danny's shirt and began to tug at them. "There's nothing I want more." And then he went silent, as he bowed his head to follow the tense line of Danny's breastbone, the swell of the ribcage. At the small divot of Danny's navel he paused, sweeping his tongue over the pale flesh and enjoying the shivers it elicited.

Danny squirmed under the attention, and under the strong fingers than held him down. Flack paused a moment, breathing over the jut of Danny's ribcage where it sloped into flat stomach and further, into cowboy cotton print. His fingers left little red sparrow-pecks against the hipbone.

"You gonna hang around there all day?" Danny twitched his hips, and the erection that was growing prominent under the pyjama pants moved with him. Flack grinned.

"Hold on there, hotshot." He reached to the bedside table where a glass of water stood, half-full. Or was it half-empty? He trawled his fingers through it and drew them out with silver droplet hanging on the ends of his nails. Danny froze.

The silver-tipped fingers trailed down, hovering over the flat, quivering belly. A drop fell from the index finger, a bead of liquid quartz. It nearly sizzled when it fell, running over the lowest rib and into the hollow near Danny's navel.

Danny held his breath until he thought he'd black out. And then the second droplet fell, sparkling through the air to fall against his skin with the briefest kiss. As it rolled to follow the first, Danny couldn't help himself. A shiver ran through his whole body. He could see Flack grin above him.

"I thin you'd get a kick out of this," Flack said, as he reached back over to the nightstand. Instead of wetting his fingers again, he clicked the light off, and the two of them were plunged into sudden darkness. "Now look."

Dany craned his neck against the pillows as Flack ran his moistened fingers in a ladder-trail down his abdomen. Where his touch lingered, there was a muted glow, the way UV light shone in a dark room. Danny thought he'd almost imagined it, but no, with the faint light came the very briefest sensation on his skin, the thrill of excited nerve-endings.

Flack returned to the water glass for another handful, and this time, the glow was definitely visible; electric blue, painted in swaths across Danny's ribcage, dipping low to the junction of pyjama pants and hips. When Flack teased the elastic waist away, the sensation was electric. Danny could hardly contain the profusion of curses that rose to his lips.

He'd never thought before that electrocution could have been such a turn-on, yet here he was. Flack freed him from the pyjama pants and continued painting the electric slashes across bare skin; the glow flickered along each tiny hair, on each wrinkle and scar. Where his hands did not touch, his lips met and moistened with kisses, until Danny's torso was ablaze in a ring of blue fire.

And then, that was when Flack bent and took Danny into his mouth, the glow spread, catching the faint sweat-sheen on Flack's skin, and Danny buckled under him and tried not to use his voice, and it was in that exquisite position, with the aurora flare around the both of them that Danny mirrored the flame with bright gold and orange across his knuckles. He flared, the sudden light throwing strange shadows on the far wall, but Flack didn't deviate from his task. When Danny's hands curled into fists, and the pressure of his fingers seared tiny burn-marks into Flack's t-shirt it was almost enough, and when Flack gave that last, perfect stroke of his tongue and Danny came, the colours blended into a rainbow of fire.

And, in the darkness and silence of the room, Danny let out a 'whuff' of breath and clutched at Flack's arm like it was the last thing on earth.

"You know, any longer and I woulda set the sheets on fire," he said. Flack came down on his mouth to shut him up, stopping the gap with his tongue like it was a trickle of water. "Mmph."

Flack slid his fingers between his mouth and Danny's, sealing the silence between them with the palm of his hand. "Not now, Messer, okay?" And visible in the darkened room was the glint of humour in his eyes. "Don't spoil it."


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Tags: csi power generation, fic