To DD or Not to DD

by Kimmychu

After a freak laboratory accident at CSI headquarters, Danny is cursed, or blessed, depending on how you see things, with very unusual … addons. Inspired by a forum comment: “Danny is the show’s DD breasts.” DannyFlack, DannyMac.

27. Chapter 27

To DD or Not to DD

Fandom: CSI:NY

Author: Kimmychu

Rating: FRAO (definitely so!)

Pairing: Danny/Flack, Danny/Mac

Content Warning: Cracktasticness, odd body changes, language. Did I mention cracktasticness?

Spoilers: Set after 'Necrophilia Americana', so spoilers for any episode previous to that

Summary: After a freak laboratory accident at CSI headquarters, Danny is cursed (or blessed, depending on how you see things) with very unusual ... add-ons. Inspired by a forum comment: "Danny is the show's DD breasts."

Disclaimer: Nope, none of the characters belong to me. What a shame. I would treat them oh so well. They have no idea what they're missing.

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Author's Notes: Awww, I've looked through my outline for this story, and it seems it's going to end earlier than I expected … in just three more chapters! There'll be an old friend appearing in the next chapter, but for now … this is certainly for every DannyFlack fan in the world. This came out waaaay longer than I expected. Although, I doubt any of you are gonna complain, mwahahahhahah.

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Chapter 27

His shower was running.

Danny lay quietly on his bed, baffled as to why he was there, swathed in his blanket without any clothes on while his shower was on.

And somebody was using it.

"Ohhh, babe, babe, how was I supposed to knooooow "

Danny frowned and grimaced at the same time.

"That somethin' wasn't right heeeeeere "

Danny smiled tenderly when he finally recognized the voice behind the awful singing.

"Show me how ya want it tooooo beeeee "

What was Don doing in his shower singing Britney Spears?

Danny gazed at the play of shapes of light on his bedroom ceiling, flitting here and there whenever a breeze blew through the leafy tree outside his window.

"Ooooh, hit me, babe, one more tiiiiiimmmeee "

Danny sat upright at a snail's pace. He was starting to feel the aches all over his body, especially on his chest. Wow, that must have been some party he and Flack attended last night. He must have drunk himself silly too. He couldn't recall anything about it.

His bedroom door was wide open. From where he sat, he could see the bathroom door wasn't quite closed either. Flack's mind-warping singing was leaking through the little gap between the door and the wall. Danny groaned as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Man, he was exhausted. A pounding headache decided to make itself known right then and there too. He winced, rubbing his forehead. Worst hangover he ever experienced in his life.

He needed to pee really, really badly.

His legs shook precariously. For a moment, he thought he was going to collapse back onto the bed. The room spun around him, and he tottered on his feet. Okay, that was not enjoyable. He decided not to attempt going to his cupboard to get his robe, and shuffled out into the living area towards the bathroom in the nude. He was feeling hot anyway, and it wasn't like Flack didn't know what a man's equipment looked like.

Flack was still singing that appalling song, and as much as Danny enjoyed hearing the baritone voice in a melody, it was making his headache worse. He rapped his knuckles on the door twice, the other arm around his smooth abdomen.

"Don? Can I use the toilet? I really need to pee, man."

The shower immediately shut off. Danny heard the other man clambering out of the shower stall and charging to the door. It flew open.

"Danny. Danny." Flack had a toothy grin that stretched across his whole face.

Flack was also utterly naked and glistening wetly under the bathroom light, his dark hair sticking out in all directions like a porcupine's quills. Foamy soapsuds slathered some of it, as well parts of his shoulders and forearms. A single, round blob adorned the hollow at the base of Flack's neck. Danny kept staring at it in the hopes Flack wouldn't notice his eyes yearned to gaze at something more outstanding lower down.

"Danny." Flack said his name like it was a mantra. "You're back!"

Flack's strong hands stroked over his shoulders and onto his flat chest, making Danny shudder with pleasure. Flack laughed and pulled him into a crushing hug, nuzzling his damp face into his hair. Danny's body shuddered again at the intimate physical contact. Oh fuck, this was virtually one of his most private fantasies come alive.

A naked, wet Flack greeting him in his own apartment like they were truly lovers.

Danny leaned back in Flack's embrace, mouth opening to ask Flack what he meant.

Flack's pink, moist lips covered his in a breathtaking, ravaging kiss. Danny let out a high-pitched moan, feeling Flack's tongue exploring his mouth. When Flack's hand trailed down his body and squeezed one side of his buttocks, Danny's blue eyes snapped open.

Nobu.

Hillborne.

Mac kissing him.

Flack yelling at him, telling him he wanted to transfer.

Flack in tears.

He and Pop on the bench.

Bang.

Himself in tears.

Touch. Friction. Wetness.

Unending pleasure.

Beautiful, blue eyes claiming his soul.

Love.

"Hey, heyheyhey," Flack said soothingly, caressing him face and neck and watching him closely. "It's okay, it's okay, see? You're alright now."

Danny felt the trembling in his legs begin anew, and he wrapped his arms around Flack's sopping but hot body. One of Flack's hands was still on his bottom while the other was firm against his lower back.

"Oh shit, I remember - I remember, I-I was goin' to get a new change of clothes from my bag." Danny looked into Flack's eyes. "Then the vertigo hit me so bad … and I just … I just fell and couldn't geddup. It was like I was dyin'."

Flack bit his lower lip. "You were."

"What?"

"You were dyin'. The nanobots inside ya were causin' you to bleed internally."

Danny's forehead thumped onto Flack's robust chest. "Fuck."

Flack emitted a wavering chuckle. "Yeah. My sentiments 'xactly."

Danny lifted his head once more. The two lovers touched foreheads and noses.

"I remember … Hawkes. And … bein' in a car. And this … screamin' blonde lady." Danny made a face.

Flack grunted. "She was no lady, I can tell ya that."

Danny's blue eyes suddenly widened. "You were gonna shoot her."

Flack's mien hardened. "Yeah. And I wouldn't have regretted it one bit."

Danny shot him an uncannily judicious gaze. "Yes. You would."

Flack's mouth opened in objection. Then it closed, and he frowned. Then he opened his mouth again but no words came out. Finally, Flack merely huffed and smirked.

"Why do ya hafta be my conscience, hahn?"

Danny smiled. "'Cos I care."

The shorter man nipped Flack on his clean-shaven chin. He nudged the soaked man in the side and cleared his throat. "C'mon, I gotta use the loo. Go and dry yourself outside."

Flack was still smiling to himself, standing in Danny's way. Danny poked him harder in the side, impelling a snicker out of Flack. Flack pecked him softly on the lips and stepped to one side, grabbing a white towel hanging beside the shower stall. Danny raised the toilet seat, then glanced backwards to see Flack was exactly where he was, staring at Danny's ass with a sideways grin.

"Don." Danny waved towards the open bathroom door. "The door's there."

"Can't. I still got soap all over me." The taller man leaned back on the tiled wall, arms crossed over his belly so the towel was draped over them and his groin. Flack grinned unashamedly at him.

Danny glowered with narrowed eyes, face red. "You can wash after I pee!" He mightily shoved a laughing Flack with both hands out the bathroom. "And don't peek!"

Flack looked exceptionally delectable with the sunlight outlining his back and legs. He wiped at his arms and chest with the towel. "Geez, Messer, didn't think ya for bein' a shy boy. And we havin' bumped groins and all." Flack grinned at Danny's darkening flush.

Danny slammed the door close. Flack's snigger still got through nonetheless.

"I saw eveeeeeerythiiiiiiiiin'," Flack said in a hilarious, Transylvanian accent.

Danny permitted himself to smile in the privacy of the bathroom. Damn, he loved that pervy dumbass. And Flack just had to quote from one of the silliest and funniest Dracula movies of all time that was his favorite too. Flack would make for a fascinating Renfield. No doubt Dracula would never bother to leave his castle if he had an attractive manservant like Flack.

A trickling sound filled the bathroom. Danny sighed loudly in relief. Whoa, he felt like he hadn't urinated in days.

Danny glimpsed down into the toilet bowl.

His yell of horror brought Flack tearing in, skidding on the slippery bathroom tiles and almost knocking Danny over.

"What, what, what happened!"

Danny couldn't reply due to his hand clamped over his mouth and nose. Flack looked into the toilet bowl too.

"Holy cow." Flack made a funny face. "Or should I say, holy neon-blue pee!"

Danny elbowed Flack in the tummy. "That's not funny, okay! It's not normal to have urine of that color!"

Flack looked at Danny with one eyebrow higher than the other. "Yeah, well, a guy havin' DD-cup breasts ain't normal either."

Danny automatically gazed at his flat pectorals. He rubbed at his chest. Whoa, okay, his chest hair was growing back.

"You're not missin' them, are ya?" Flack asked in amusement.

Danny rubbed some more over his chest. "I dunno … they were kinda hot." Danny grinned mischievously at his friend even as his face heated up again.

Flack's lick of his lips was a pretty obvious hint he thought the same. "Oh yeah. And I'm the only guy who got to lick 'em."

Danny's blush traveled all the way down to his toes.

Flack snickered and enveloped Danny in his arms from behind. "I guess this is what the broad meant by harmless."

"Whaddayamean?"

"The nanotechnologist said she programmed the nanobots to reverse the changes and then self-destruct. Figures you'd pee them out, huh?"

Danny's blue eyes were optimistic. "So … you mean, there aren't any of those teeny bots in my body anymore?"

Flack shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe yer pee's gonna be permanently neon-blue."

Danny scowled at the taller man, lower lip stuck out in a petulant pout.

"Whaaaaaaaat? You could make a great career outta it! Just think, you'd be a star in those golden shower porn flicks. 'Cept yours would be … neon-blue showers! Now how many people do ya know who's got neon-blue pee, hah?"

Danny's pout intensified.

Flack rolled his eyes. "I'm just kiiiiiiddiiiiiiiin'."

Flack suddenly straightened and fixed a mock solemn expression on his handsome features, still holding Danny close to his naked body.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to say our farewells to a very special group of microscopic pals. Sure, they made our lives a livin' hell for the past few weeks, but gave me one a' the best sexual experiences of my life."

Danny bit his lip hard in an effort to not grin.

"But, alas, our time together has come to an inevitable end. Nothin' lasts forever, yaddayaddayadda. We're gonna miss you little bastards so much. Not."

Danny's shoulders began to shake.

Flack stretched out and pushed down the handle on the toilet. He picked up one of Danny's hands and waved it around in a childish way.

"Say byyyyyeeeeeeee, Danny!"

As the neon-bluish water in the bowl churned and then got pumped out, Danny burst out laughing and smacked Flack on the arm good-humouredly. Flack keenly joined in the mirth and the two men playfully grappled with one other until Danny was sitting on the rim of the bathroom sink with Flack between his legs. Danny's arms went around Flack's neck to haul the man closer for a kiss. Flack tasted like, oddly enough, like mango.

"You drank some of the mango juice in my fridge, didn't ya?" Danny managed to utter in a husky voice while Flack sucked and nibbled all over his lower jaw and neck. Flack's large hands were gripping his thighs securely to keep him from falling off the sink.

"Hmmm. Yummy." Danny didn't know whether Flack was answering his inquiry, or simply shooting off an arbitrary word. His eyes fluttered closed, losing himself in Flack licking and biting his neck like a giant cat. Danny thought it was really ironic Flack was allergic to cats. He was so much like one, sexy and voracious like a sleek leopard or a majestic white tiger.

Danny's hands moved downwards to pinch Flack's muscular bottom. Hoo baby, his own personal stress relief globes. Danny smiled and bit his lower lip, burying his face in Flack's neck when the other man moved forward and sculpted the length of his body to his. The CSI shivered at the heat emanating from Flack's velvety skin. The warmth was a delicious contrast to the chill of the sink's inflexible surface that made Danny hiss.

Flack kissed him again, his free hands stroking Danny's hips and flanks before settling on his lower back, sketching random patterns on the skin there. The smaller man's legs instinctively folded around Flack's hips and thighs. Danny was very grateful his sink was built into a durable, ceramic counter that also had a cupboard beneath it for support. Flack fervently studied Danny's reflection with heavy-lidded blue eyes from the mirror above the sink.

"Anybody ever tell ya you've got the sexiest lower back, Messer?" Flack whispered in a low, rasping tone into his ear, massaging circles with his thumbs on the aforementioned area of smooth flesh. "I wanna tattoo my name there, show everybody you're mine."

Danny moaned deep in his throat, shuddering at the promise in Flack's voice. His lover grinded his groin hard into Danny's, making Danny's hardening cock jump and leak droplets of pre-come onto both their bellies. Flack's lips slipped over Danny's once more. Danny couldn't get enough of the other man and his nubile tongue over and around his. Their mouths still locked together, Flack moved his hips backwards to thrust again. With the way Danny had his legs curled around Flack's body, his nether regions were exposed. On Flack's thrust forward, the head of his engorged shaft rammed straight into the sensitive tissue of Danny's perineum.

Groaning, Danny broke the kiss and bit into Flack's shoulder, feeling Flack jerk. Oh fuck, that felt so good. Flack's cock slid downwards between his buttocks, stroking directly against the hot flesh there. The CSI's arms and legs trembled violently. Flack's breathing was irregular and harsh in his ears. Danny whimpered audibly into the homicide detective's shoulder when he felt the mushroom tip push hard against his anus.

"Ya want it bad, don'tcha, babe?" Flack's voice was shaking as much as Danny's entire body was.

Danny fought to lift his head.

His vision suddenly turned into dizzying grayscale shades.

"Okay, whoawhoa." Danny felt Flack hug him tightly. "Okay, you're still too tired for this kinda activity, buddy." There was a hint of amusement and tenderness to his tone.

Flack supported Danny sitting upright on the sink while he maneuvered his other arm under Danny's knees. Danny whined even as his arms went around Flack's neck and shoulders.

"Fuck it, why'd ya stop?"

His friend laughed, his cerulean eyes crinkling. "Danny, if ya haven't noticed, pal, ya can't even move."

Danny's dazed mind slowly processed that. By the time he figured it out, Flack was already carefully laying him onto his bed and tugging the blanket over him till his shoulders. Danny hung onto Flack's wrist.

"Stay here?" Danny's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He struggled to keep them open.

Flack smiled fondly at him, twisting his arm so Danny held his hand instead. "I'll finish showerin' and be back in a flash, 'kay? Ya need to nap a little more anyway." Flack leaned down and kissed him, then touched foreheads so they were staring each other in the eye. "You better get all the rest ya can, 'cos when ya wake up …" - Flack grinned - "I'm gonna make you scream."

The shorter man licked his lips. He lost the battle against his drowsiness. "I'm … countin' on it."

Danny fell into a deep, peaceful slumber to the soundtrack of Flack murmuring sweet nothings to him.

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"So … lemme get this straight."

A naked Danny sat perpendicular to an also naked Flack on his couch in the living room, his thighs resting on top of Flack's and the rest of his legs extended out onto the brown cushion. Flack was slouching comfortably on the back of the couch, his left arm propping up Danny behind the CSI's back with one hand periodically massaging the muscle over Danny's hip. Danny squirmed a little to snuggle his torso nearer to Flack's.

"There were these two scientists specializin' in nanotechnology, the Kovacs, workin' for the FBI on some secret project about advanced nanobots." Danny chewed on the slice of peppery pizza in his hand while Flack stared overtly at him. "The main scientist, this …" - Danny waved his free hand around - "This Adam Kovacs guy had that, whaddaya call that fetish again? I can never remember it."

"He was a guy who wanted ta be a woman." Flack smirked, never moving his gaze away.

"Right, okay." Danny let Flack take a bite out of his pizza, cogitating over the information Flack imparted during their early lunch. "This Kovacs guy created these microscopic nanobots that were capable of doin' anythin', and of all the things to do, he decided to use them to change his body, literally."

Danny looked at the other man for confirmation. Flack made a face and shrugged.

"Now, his wife, Delilah Kovacs, was real pissed off her husband had this kink, and when she discovered what he was goin' to do … she sabotaged his experiment so that she could watch him suffer and slowly thirst and starve to death? Even knowin' how important he was to their project and the FBI? "

Flack took another bite from the pizza slice, then nibbled on Danny's thumb. "Uh huh."

Danny made a sympathetic face. "Man, that's rough."

"Maybe it was a mercy of sorts he didn't hafta stick with her any longer. Ya shoulda seen how fuckin' bitchy and nasty she was when Stella and I interrogated her."

Danny sucked on his fingers after finishing the remains of the slice, lost in thought. "So, after that, she dumped his naked body in that alley where we found it. Just to spite him, even after he was dead." The CSI shook his head. "And the neon-blue stuff that was made up of billions of these nanobots … it wasn't perfect either."

"Nope. It worked real good, but the moment the sun rises and sunlight hits it? Boomboom."

Danny slid higher up onto Flack's thighs so he was precisely sitting on top of Flack's groin. The homicide detective didn't grumble one bit about the additional weight. "So that's why the explosion happened. And … all the changes that happened to my body … it was because the nanobots were still programmed to do all that. They were just doin' what they were told to do. 'Cept it was on the wrong person."

"Uh hmm."

"Maybe my transformation wasn't as severe as what happened to the Kovacs guy 'cos there wasn't as much of the neon-blue substance on me as it was on his body." Danny sighed, and smiled at Flack in relief. "I'm just glad it was reversible."

Flack took Danny's hand in his and sucked on the fingers. "Me too."

Feeling Flack's warm tongue licking and twisting around his fingers made Danny's toes curl. "How'd you even find out about all this in the first place? Ya never told me the details on that."

"Believe it or not, we had an informant who's a Fed."

Danny's eyes widened. "You're jokin'."

Flack smirked. "Nope. Do ya remember seein' this seven-foot-tall giant of a guy in a suit? With silver eyes?"

Danny thought hard, eyes narrowing. His brain pulled up the memory of a powerful, guttural voice speaking coldly about taped confessions and bullets in the brain. "I kinda remember him talkin' to somebody. Sounded like the sorta guy you don't ever wanna meet in a dark alley."

"You can say that again." Flack wrapped his arms around Danny's waist and pulled the CSI close until he could nuzzle Danny's cheek. "He's an assistant director in the FBI. The same guy who took away all our research and evidence and even the Kovacs corpse in the first place. He was helpin' us out 'cos he and Mac, they got history together."

"Mac? No way." Danny chortled in disbelief. "That's way too much of a coincidence."

"I dunno. Maybe somebody up there likes ya, Messer."

Danny chuckled again. Flack took the opportunity to kiss Danny, tasting pepperoni and cheese and cold sake on the other man's lips. When their faces moved apart a couple of inches, a strand of saliva still connected their wet lips.

Flack licked his lips, breaking the saliva thread. "Mmm, pizza and sake."

Danny licked his lips too. "Courtesy of our generous pal, Hillborne."

Flack sniggered. "Yeah, guess he ain't such a bad guy … since we're both goin' back to work on Monday and all."

Danny's jaw sagged. "He dropped the investigation."

"Uhhh hm." A haughty expression crossed Flack's mien. "In his own written words … 'The charges brought against Detective Donald Flack, Jr. were investigated and proven to be unjustified and unsubstantiated. Therefore, it is highly recommended that his status of homicide detective is to be reinstated immediately. We apologize for any inconvenience caused.'"

Danny cackled. "Man, that is the biggest load of asskissin' bullshit I ever heard." He then planted a loud smooch on Flack's lips. "But it's also the best load of BS I heard all day."

Flack grabbed Danny by his upper arms and manhandled him onto his back on the couch. It made Danny go, "Oof!" and laugh at the same time. Flack was on top of him in an instant, joining them together from chest to stomach to groin to thighs.

"Oh yeah? It was better than me tellin' ya I was gonna make ya scream in ecstasy?" Flack slithered his hands under Danny's lower back, then down to his curvy ass.

Danny made a low, husky sound. "So ya admittin' that was bullshit too?" The CSI laughed impishly.

A dangerous gleam appeared in Flack's blue eyes. "Ohh, I'm gonna get ya fer that."

Keeping his hands clenched on Danny's buttocks, Flack slid down until he was face to face with Danny's half-erect cock. Flack licked his lower lip slowly. As he stared, it hardened more and more until it was curved up against Danny's flat abdomen, flushed and throbbing.

Flack gazed up at Danny with heavy-lidded, wicked eyes. "Now, that, my friend, is the real magic of these baby blues." He waggled his thick eyebrows.

Danny, who'd been watching ardently watching him and wriggling in his unyielding grasp, laughed at Flack's statement, eyes scrunched shut. Danny whacked him on the head.

"You're all talk, Flack. C'mon, put yer money where yer mouth is." Danny bit his lower lip when he realized what he just said.

Flack grinned like a lion. Danny's trembling thighs fell open.

In one go, Flack swallowed Danny to the root.

Danny's blue eyes widened until the whites were visible around the irises. His head snapped back intensely into the cushion and a piercing cry ripped out from his open mouth. His hips bucked uncontrollably, but were held immobile by Flack's great hands. Flack groaned low in his throat, eyes unclosed as his head bobbed up and down, lips stretched around the stiff cock. He was rock hard merely watching Danny's uninhibited reactions.

Danny's feet scraped Flack's sides trying to find a foothold to thrust himself deeper into Flack's scorching mouth. His hands scrabbled madly for anything to hold. Danny curled his fingers deep into one of the couch's square pillows, biting hard on it to curb his high moans when Flack began bobbing his head faster. Danny's breaths became rapid pants. Fuck, he felt like he was burning up in flames, the pleasure streaking outwards from his groin so turbulent it threatened to undo him at the very seams.

Flack lifted his head until the hard, wet appendage popped out from his mouth. His tongue snaked out, licking his lips clean. Mmm, yeah, he was going to commit Danny's musky flavor to memory in every living cell in his body for all time. Flack pushed Danny's thighs apart as far as they could go, nipping at the underside of Danny's cock and then getting to his knees above Danny. He continued to stroke his hand against it, ignoring his own aching cock.

Flack sucked his forefinger until it was soaked. Bending over the other man, he called out Danny's name as he slipped the wet finger between the CSI's legs.

"Danny."

Danny moaned, eyes fluttering open. His eyes were tremendously blue and sparkling in the midday sunlight. They stared openly and trustingly into Flack's own eyes.

Flack's finger found the puckered entrance into Danny's body, and swiftly pushed it in to the second digit. Danny's stuttering gasp resonated in the living area of the apartment. Flack twisted his finger within the constricting tunnel, searching for the spongy nub that would bring his lover even more pleasure.

"Aaahhhh, oh, FUCK!"

Flack's teeth bared in a thrilled grin. Bingo.

"Danny, say hello to Mr. Prostate."

He rubbed the fleshy bump hard. Danny's hips bucked up fiercely, the muscles of the CSI's abdomen rippling visibly.

"Ooohh, oh fuck, oh FUCK, DON-"

Danny's entire body shuddered. Flack felt the muscles around his finger squeeze almost painfully. White fluid spurted all over the sleek skin on Danny's belly. The sight of Danny's abandoned expression of rapture on his striking, slack face was enough to make Flack come harder than he'd ever done in his whole life. The tall detective threw his head back and let out a muted cry, vaguely feeling the other man's hands skimming over his chest and nipples while his every muscle quavered.

Flack landed heavily on Danny, panting so fast he was feeling giddy. So that was why they called it the little death.

"Don … I can't breathe," the smaller man rasped, prodding at Flack's shoulders.

After Flack got his breathing under control, he shifted onto his side between Danny and the back of the couch, too worn-out to do anything but slump there. Danny instantly burrowed into his chest, burying his face into Flack's neck. Flack could feel the other man shivering. He managed to strain one arm into yanking the thick afghan wrap off the back of the couch and over both of them.

"So … does Don Flack, Jr. keep his word or what."

He sensed Danny smile into his neck. Flack just cuddled his lover in his arms under the afghan wrap, breathing in the pleasant scent of Danny's recently washed hair. A half hour passed. Then, Danny's body started to tense. Flack's awareness heightened.

"Don …" Danny slowly got to his elbows, looking down at Flack with sad eyes. "What if … what if this is just some phase? What if you just think ya like me 'cos of what those nanobots did to me?"

Flack groaned inwardly. Uh oh, they were headed for very familiar territory now, his guts told him. The good thing was, he knew exactly how to handle this particular question. He'd been prepared for it for a long time.

Flack simply gazed at Danny for some time. "February 14th, 2000."

Danny blinked. "Huh?"

"C'mon, humor me, Messer."

Danny blinked some more. "Wait … that was … when I first started workin' for Mac."

"Uh huh. And?"

The CSI's eyes narrowed in meditation. "That was …" The blue eyes widened in understanding. "That was when we first met."

"Right." Flack smirked roguishly. "If I recall correctly, Messer, you called me a blind, reckless rat bastard who oughta get his onions busted. Remember that?"

Danny closed his eyes, but he was smiling. "Yeah, and you deserved it 'cos you nearly ran me over with yer car and killed me!"

"Ever thought 'bout why I nearly ran ya over?"

Danny's eyes opened once more. He laid back down beside Flack so they were nose to nose on the cushion. He smirked back. "Humor me, Flack. Why did you nearly run me over that day?"

Flack's big, cerulean eyes were like sapphires in the bright sunlight. "I was so busy starin' at ya, I forgot everythin' else 'round me, that's why."

" … are you serious?"

"Yeah, I am." Flack's visage stayed expressionless. However, his eyes twinkled with a passionate emotion that made Danny want to grow wings and fly. "February 14th, 2000, Danny. Since then."

Danny was speechless. No sound emanated from his trembling, parted lips. All he could do was reach out to Flack with wavering hands and crush their lips together in an affirming kiss.

And for Don Flack, Jr., as he entwined his hands in Danny's and shut his eyes to unite with his other half in sleep, it was enough.