Title: Nothing and No One (1/3)

Author: Emono

Fandom: CSI: New York

Rating: FRAO, NC-17, whatever you prefer

Pairing: Mac/Don/Danny

Series: Secret Fetish Triad

Summary: Don has a bad day, and he discovers what makes him feel better.

Beta: gil_follower

Warnings: Cookie-fetish, slight H/C, but nothing tear-worthy, lemon-age, threesome.

Disclaimer: CSI is guarded by the Card Soldiers from Alice in Wonderland, even if they ARE easy to beat in Kingdom Hearts

Author Note: I've started a small series, and it's all about Mac, Don, and Danny and their secret fetishes…which took me a whole day to figure out appropriate ones. This started out as just a daydream of cookies, then it got weird, and soon I had a Frickin' lemon on my hands 0.o'

To tell you guys the truth, I never write this much smut. Usually I have a fluff-plot or random story prompt ficlets, I don't know where this horny plot-kitten came from, but I mostly wrote all these lemons at school. Er, I know, awkward much 0.o You should have been there, I was beet red


Don practically burst through the apartment door, dropping his keys, badge, and gun onto the table. Quick fingers removed his shoes, tie, jacket, and socks in less than a minute. He padded into the kitchen, bare feet slapping on the tile there as he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs. With a slap at the wall, the light flashed on and flooded the white-and-blue themed kitchen with life. Don opened the fridge, keeping it open with his hip as he rummaged through it contorts impatiently.

"Finally!" Don groaned, pulling a large tube of cookie dough out of the crisper. It was plain, but ready to bake. Don began pulling out the things he needed: A large bowl, a packet of chocolate chips, a packet of pecan nuts, and a small vial of crushed cloves, a cookie sheet. He ripped open the end of the cookie dough, eyeing it hungrily as he squeezed it all into the bowl. With another quick tug, the double chocolate chips followed it into the bowl.

The front door opened and closed, someone else entered the kitchen just as he starting pounding his fist into the packet of pecans.

"Wow!" Danny's eyes went wide behind his glasses "Do we need to talk to the Chief about anger management?"

"Don't tease me, Messer, I've had a bad day" Don growled, opening the packet with his teeth and spilling the contents into the bowl…then a dash of cloves. Don grabbed a wooden spoon and started stirring with a vengeance, but his eyes held no conviction and he sounded exhausted. Danny stepped forward to try and comfort the man, but a solid hand fell on his shoulder and blue eyes told him to let the other handle it.

Don had just started to form the dough into balls when demanding hands settled onto his hips.

"Don."

But Don didn't respond, just started to set the sweet treats onto the tray. A harsh sound emitted from the older man's lips, and Don found himself turned around to come face-to-face with Mac. The homicide detective immediately dropped his gaze, staring intently at the tile design on the floor. Mac got right into his personal space, legs and chests brushing lightly as a chaste kiss was placed on crook of his jaw.

"You're worrying Danny" Mac murmured, breath brushing the younger man's neck "You're worrying us, Don."

"I…I don't meant to" Don replied slowly, heart aching "It was a hard day, Mac, I'm tired."

"And you wanted cookies?" Mac let his eyes roam over the contents on the counter "Cloves?"

The dark haired man smiled softly, "A quick fix…'sposed to sweeten the temper."

"I see, I'll remember that" Mac couldn't help but be amused by his lover's logic, refusing to let him go as Danny came up to take over the cookie-shaping job. Blue eyes were fixed on the way those tan hands molded the dough into perfect, round shapes, a tongue flickering out to wet his dry lips. "Tell us what happened?"

"Double-murder suicide today" Don began quietly "Two men and a woman. Apparently they had all been together for four years, 'a perfect triad' is what their friends called them. Apparently the two men were growing too close for her, they were planning on leaving her for each other. She didn't take the news too well…she shot and killed them both, making them watch each other before she put a bullet into their heads. Then she realized what she had done, and in her grief she ate the gun herself. If it wasn't bad enough, my dad decided to come into the station today, reamed me on my technique on a witness in front of everyone."

"Oh Donnie…" Danny sighed, sympathy etched deep in his eyes.

Don tore his eyes from the blonde, focusing on Mac as the words hit something tender inside of him, "I'll be fine tomorrow…"

"I know you will" Mac cupped the side of the man's face, Danny slipped the tray of cookies into the oven "Let us help you."

Don sighed happily as the older man claimed his mouth, brilliant eyes fluttering closed. It was almost chaste, a press of mouths until a warm tongue traced his lips. He let his jaw go lax, making a needy sound in the back of his throat as Mac slowly explored his mouth. Strong arms wrapped around his middle, and his own hands came up to rest on broad shoulders. Danny hopped up on the counter, stroking along the detective's neck and through his hair in a way that had him purring.

After only a few minutes of gentle reassurance that stretched on for eternity, Don broke the kiss and buried his face in Mac's neck.

"I love you both so much…ya don' even know…" Don made sure Danny could hear him, then licked a hot trail along his lover's jugular "I need it now, Mac."

Both Danny and Mac knew what that meant, their lover needed some physical love right at this moment. Here, in the kitchen. Screw the bedroom, their needs came before anything else. Mac distracted the homicide detective with a tongue-dueling kiss, Danny grabbed the olive oil from the cabinet and got off the counter.

Don broke the kiss, turning and bracing his hands on the counter. His breathing was already labored, white teeth biting savagely down on his lower lip.

Mac accepted the oil from Danny with a kiss, "Thanks, love."

"Fuck 'im hard" Danny's eyes were glazed over, glasses lying forgotten on the counter.

Mac smirked wickedly, "Only if you drink him down."

Don moaned at his lovers words, cock twitching heavily with interest against his stomach. Mac placed an insistent hand on the man's hip, making him step out so Danny could get on his knees before him. The blonde made quick work of his lover's belt and pants, they soon pooled at his feet only to be tossed away. Danny seized the hard flesh before him.

"Moaning already, Donnie?" Danny chuckled lowly "But we haven't even started?"

But Don couldn't answer. Mac had chosen just that moment to slick his fingers with olive oil, slipping a digit beneath the hem of his coarse work shirt and inside the slighter man. The noise Don made was primal, as were his movements when he rocked back into the touch. Mac ripped the top buttons from Don's shirt, tugging it down his back enough to reveal a large slice of skin. The older man was pleased by the reaction, trailing nipping kisses along pale shoulders blades as he slipped another finger in.

Any pain Don would have felt was immediately obliterated when Danny's hot mouth slipped around the head of his cock, suckling, knowing each movement he made and what it would do to the other man. The firm grip on the base of his cock was the only thing that kept him from coming when Mac struck his prostate, ripping a wholehearted moan from his lips.

"I'm ready, Mac, please" Don whined, torn between rocking back on those fingers and thrusting into that hot mouth. As Mac's digits slipped out of him, Don took a deep breath. A scent caught his nose, causing his cock to jerk violently. That fresh-baked cookie smell had bathed the room, seeping into their very skin and clothes. Something about it struck a chord inside his chest, branding in his mind…love. Security, friendship, trust…this was their home, their life.

Nothing could take that away from him, nothing could destroy it.

Mac sensed the change in his lover, the quiet moan he gave as Danny's mouth worked him over. He ran his hand up under the man's work shirt, revealing his ass. Don arched into the touch, completely at ease with everything in the world. Mac slicked his aching cock with the olive oil before setting it roughly down on the counter. Curling his hands over his lover's pale hips, fingertips brushing his sharp hip bones, Mac eased into his slick body. They both gasped hoarsely at the new sensation, pausing only briefly before Mac just had to move. After a few spin-tingling thrusts, a rhythm was set.

Don's initial howl of pleasure only fueled his lovers further, driving them to make it as good for Don as possible. Danny took the man down to the root, palms pressed to the sides of his slick thighs. He unbuttoned his own pants with one hand, stroking him to the pace their oldest lover had started.

Sweat slicked them. Down Danny's temples, along the plane and dip of Mac's back, and across the heaving chest of Don. The three moved in perfect sync, hands roaming and stroking all the sensitive spots. One of Don's hands left the counter, threading his fingers through dark blonde hair and along his neck, muttering encouragement and appreciation. Mac, in turn, whispered sweet words in the detective's ear…his voice growing huskier with each thrust.

The scent of baking chocolate and dough clung to the back of Don's tongue, the heat from the oven doing nothing to quell his lust or the fire in his belly. Every sensation was amplified, was it that heady smell that made it so much more real? Mac's thick cock reaming his ass, grounding him, knowing he was cared for and that he was protected. Danny's hot mouth and tongue massaging his shaft, performing an act he had never allowed before his two lovers came along.

Nothing could rip this from him. Not his dad, not the murders he put away, not those bastards at the station who murmured behind his back…nothing and no one.

Mac tightened the grip he had on his younger lover, "Come for us, Donnie."

No matter how many times he heard it, it was something in the way Mac said 'Donnie' that set him off. Mac saved it for rare occasions, like a quiet moment early in the morning with Danny was still asleep or when Don's head was resting on his lap and trying to will away a headache. When he was bedridden from a new bug, or in a fit of rage over some stupid fucker not doing his job. When these moments occurred, they both changed in Mac's eyes. They became 'Donnie' or the rare 'pet', and Danny became 'Daniel' or 'love'.

Or, at times like this, the name was used when he was about to come.

"Mac!" Don cried, heart swelling and tears streaming down cheeks as he found his sweet, agonizing release "Oh, fuck, Dan!"

The blonde man swallowed down all of his lover's essence, tensing all over as his own orgasm swept over him. An absent, stray thought pondered on how good he was getting at this…managing to find completion and not choke on the cum pouring down his throat. Danny pulled back, panting heavily as he lapped at whatever he missed.

Don keened lowly, knees jerking threateningly as Mac found his orgasm. The oldest buried his face in dark hair, holding him tight against his body as he buried himself in deep. All three were caught in their own pleasure, shaking terribly and letting it out. Mac pulled out of his lover, carefully cleaning them both with a towel that was conveniently laying on the counter.

Don collapsed on the floor, looking thoroughly debauched in his open work shirt and hair sticking up in tufts. Danny's hair was much the same way…but unlike Don, Danny didn't have tears on his face.

"Come 'ere, babe" Danny drawled, opening his arms and letting the detective all but settle in his lap. Don buried his face in the man's tan neck, warm tears spilling onto the skin there. Danny cooed to him in Italian, rubbing up and down his back soothingly. Mac collapsed beside them, watching the scene with fondness.

"Sorry" Don mumbled pathetically, shifting against his lover. Danny tisked and wiped away those tears with the palm of his hand, smiling gently. Don wiggled in between them, his shoulders pressing into either one of them. He took his first calm breath, then moaned when the scent of nearly done cookies filled his nose and the lining on the back of his throat.

"Feel better?" Mac inquired, the two that weren't naked were fixing their pants.

Don watched this was an amused smile, content in his semi-nakedness, "Actually…yeah."

Danny spotted that certain something else sparkling in the man's eyes, "And…?"

The homicide detective stood abruptly when the oven timer went off, slipping on an oven mitt and pulling out the tray of cookies. His lovers watched, attention rapt, they had never seen a sexier sight than Don Flack in only a rumpled work shirt taking out a tray of cookies.

It was strangely innocent, yet undeniably eye-catching.

"So…?"

Don bit his lip as he turned off the oven, tossing the mitt away, "I…I think I got off on the smell of cookies."

His lovers sputtered comically, "What?"

"Well I'm sure they're were other factors involved" Don snorted in amusement, leaning against the counter "But…I dunno-"

Mac held up a hand, "If you don't know, I don't want to know."

Danny nodded in agreement, standing and eyeing the cookies on the counter like they were competition or something. Don flipped some cookies onto a plate, pilling them on good, then walked out of the kitchen.

"I don' know about you guys, but I'm hungry and there's a hockey game on."

Mac and Danny exchanged a look, smiling secretly.

Yep, as strange as he was, their lover was light-hearted again.

TBC

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3 Emono