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18 November 2005 @ 05:36 am
Numb3rs Fic: Dangerous Games  
Posted to numb3rs_slash


Title: Dangerous Games
Pairing/Characters: Don/Coop
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Counterfeit Reality, Manhunt
Summary: Coop goes to a dark place and takes an unwilling Don with him
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


Don opened the door to the seedy motel room and dropped his convenience store purchases on the dresser along with his room key. He heard the shower running in the bathroom and called out, "Don't use up all the hot water, Coop!"

Don unhooked his holster from his belt and put his gun and wallet in the nightstand. He closed the drawer and straightened up, freezing in place as he heard the sound of a gun cocking behind him.

"On your knees," came the gruff whisper behind him.

Don put his hands up and slowly knelt, his eyes on the nightstand drawer.

One bracelet of a handcuff was slapped on his wrist.

"Hands behind your back."

Don obeyed and the other bracelet was snapped closed, binding his wrists behind him.

"Open your mouth."

"What?" Don barely got the word out before the barrel of the gun was shoved into his mouth.

"Suck."

When Don didn't respond right away, the gun was pushed further in his mouth.

"Suck."

Don began to suck awkwardly on the gun. He tensed when he heard the sound of a zipper unzipping behind him.

"Good. Now turn around and suck on this."

Don shifted around on his knees and had a cock stuffed in his mouth before he could protest.

"Suck."

Don felt the barrel of the gun, still moist from his own saliva, pressed against his temple.

He tried to focus on sucking the cock in his mouth, but choked as it was pushed down his throat. He pulled his head back a little, but the gun was pressed harder against his head.

"Faster."

Don finally closed his eyes and focused on finishing him off, sucking harder as he fucked Don's mouth more rapidly.

The gun was finally pulled away from his head and the hand that held it rested on his shoulder. The other hand clenched into a fist, tightly grasping the short hair on the back of his head to hold him steady.

A few thrusts later and the cock was spurting down his throat. Held in place, Don gagged and was forced to swallow.

When the softening cock was finally pulled from his mouth, Don coughed and sputtered before yelling, "What the fuck are you playing at, Coop?"

"Playtime's not over yet," Coop growled back. He picked up a towel from the bed and shoved a handful of it in Don's mouth. Don tried to turn away, but with his hands still cuffed behind him, it didn't take long for Coop to stuff enough into his mouth to shut him up.

Already distracted, Don lost his balance when Coop gave him a hard shove, falling hard on the carpeted floor. Coop was on him instantly, one hand still holding the gun. Don twisted and tried to kick with his legs, but Coop used his body weight to hold him down. He quickly unbuttoned Don's jeans and pulled them and his underwear down to his knees.

"No kicking," he said. He pushed Don's thighs apart and stuck the gun between his legs, teasing the end of the barrel just below his balls. Don tensed up, frozen in place for a moment before he started trying to wriggle away on his back. Coop just put more of his weight on him to keep him from escaping.

"This is the good part, Eppes. Don't want to miss this."

Coop kept the gun where it was, but lowered his head to lick Don's cock. Don couldn't watch. He tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling instead. Despite his anger, his body responded to Coop's efforts. Don bit down hard on the towel as Coop took his entire cock in his mouth at once.

He finally gave up fighting and just closed his eyes. He felt a tongue lick his entire length, base to tip, before it swirled lazily over the head. A hand closed around his shaft and started moving as lips closed over the head of his cock.

Just as he'd almost surrendered to the pleasure, he felt the coolness of the barrel against his skin and his eyes popped open again.

"How about a little something extra?" Coop asked, with a devilish chuckle.

Don didn't lift his head fast enough to see what was going on before he felt something prodding at his ass. Praying it wasn't the gun; he felt the brief chill of lube before being penetrated by something big enough that his eyes watered from the pain.

He tried to arch up in protest, but Coop shoved him back down, tossing the loose end of the towel over his head, covering his face. Don shook his head, trying to dislodge it, but wasn't able to.

Unable to see more than the white of the towel and held down by Coop's weight, Don's mind cast about for anything else he could possible do to get out of his situation.

Then Coop lowered his mouth back down to his cock.

He worked him quickly, expertly even, jerking him roughly with his hands while soothing him with his tongue. The pain in his ass dwindled as the blood rushed to his groin, but the feeling of fullness and pressure remained. As Coop's lips repeatedly slipped up and down Don's cock, he finally started to lose control, needing to come… A part of him wishing he could force his cock down Coop's throat the same way he'd done to him, making him choke and gag as well.

Just as he was almost ready to let go, Coop stopped and pulled away. Startled, Don waited a second to see if something new would happen, then tried to get up. A strong hand pushed him back down.

"Now comes the really fun part."

He felt the object shoved up his ass moved slightly, but instead of it being removed, it was purposefully repositioned just as Coop set it on vibrate.

Don's entire body went rigid and arched up just as Coop enveloped his cock in his mouth again. Overwhelmed by the dual sensations he could not evade, his mind overloaded - his orgasm an explosion ripping through his body - then there was only blackness.

+

"Don… Don…"

Don's eyes fluttered and he saw Coop come into focus above him. Once he realized the handcuffs had been removed, he quickly stood up, pulling up his jeans as he rose.

"Damn! You came so hard you blacked out. How cool is that?"

Don looked on the bed beside him and saw the towel, a vibrator, and Coop's gun. Don grabbed the gun and examined it.

"Fuck Coop! The safety's off and there's a full clip in this thing!"

Coop shrugged. "It's only fun if you play for real."

Don closed the distance between them in two steps and punched Coop in the face so hard he dropped to the floor.

"What the fuck?" Coop looked up at Don, stunned. "What was that for?"

Don, fuming, finished putting his jeans back on and simply shoved Coop's gun in his waistband. He walked over to the nightstand and retrieved his own gun and wallet. Grabbing the room key from the top of the dresser, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

While he was gone, Coop wrapped some ice in a towel and held it against the side of his face where Don had punched him.

When Don returned, he walked in, leaving the door wide open. He headed for his overnight bag, tossing the few loose items he'd already unpacked back into it, and slung it over his shoulder.

"I got another room. Meet me at the car at 7AM. Don't be late."

"Don!" Coop got up and started after him, but Don put out a hand to stop him.

"Coop, we've been through a lot, we've done a lot, but tonight you crossed a line. There is no excuse for what you did and frankly, I'm beginning to wonder if I really know you after all."

Don walked back to the open door and laid Coop's gun on the top of the dresser.

"7AM," he said, with his back to Coop, before he closed the door behind him.

+

The next morning Coop was up and pacing by the car ten minutes ahead of schedule.

When Don finally came out of the motel's office at seven o'clock, he strolled right past Coop to put his bag in the trunk.

"Come on, Eppes! You can't cold shoulder me!" Coop protested. "We've got a fugitive to catch! Let's get back in the saddle like normal. What do you say?"

"No," Don said simply.

"No?" Coop replied, confused.

"I called in already. The local cops picked up our guy based on a phone tip. They brought him in around 4AM. We're done."

Don closed the trunk and headed around to open the driver's side door.

"Good, that's good," Coop said, a bit lamely. "So we head back to the office and pick up a fresh case."

"No," Don said again. "It's over. I'm done."

Coop looked at Don for a second, then laughed. "You're pulling my chain. This is to get back at me for last night, isn't it? You're pissed that I got the drop on you, and now it's your turn to jerk me around, right?"

"No," Don repeated. "It really is over. I got offered a position in the Bureau's Albuquerque Field Office and I'm taking it." He got behind the wheel, but Coop grabbed the door before he could close it.

"You're giving up manhunting? But you love working Fugitive Recovery! It's in your blood, man! Besides, you can't give me up. I'm like a drug to you, Don. You may be pissed now, but in a few days, you'll crave me all over again. You'll see."

"No, I won't," Don said, starting the car. "We made a good team once, Billy, but now… You've turned into something I don't understand and I'm getting out now before I end up like you." He pulled the door out of Coop's hand and shut it. "Get in or take a bus home."

Coop walked around to the other side and got in silently. The tension in the car on the drive back was tangible, but as soon as they walked into the office, it was like it had never happened. Don greeted his fellow agents in good humor and even joked with Coop in front of the others.

Coop lost track of Don for a while, but found him again with their boss, who beckoned him into an empty conference room.

His stomach in knots, Coop joined them in the room, closing the door cautiously behind him. "What's up?"

His boss's expression seemed neutral enough, as did Don's, but Coop still wondered if Don had decided to file charges against him.

"Don's been offered a promotion, a position in the Albuquerque Field Office, and he's accepting it. Since your current case is done, he's asked if he can leave immediately so he can use some of his vacation time before he's expected to start in New Mexico. I'm approving his request, so that means we'll need to get you set up with a new partner right away so you can go back in the field. That is, unless you want to take some of your vacation time now as well. It would be convenient, that's for certain."

Coop looked over at Don, whose expression was purposefully blank.

"Yeah, I think a little time off to relax and reflect would be a good thing right now."

Don simply nodded.

"Very well. Don't forget to fill out your vacation request forms."

Both men agreed and then watched their boss leave. Coop shut the door behind him and turned back to Don.

"So… New Mexico. You're really going."

"Yeah, I am." Don couldn't meet Coop's eyes.

"And a promotion to boot."

Don shrugged. "If I play my cards right, I might wind up in charge of the office eventually."

"I see."

Don finally looked up at his now former partner. "Are you really going to use your vacation to reflect, or whatever it was you said?"

Coop leaned against the conference room table and let out a breath. "Yeah, after what you said to me… After last night… Maybe I let it all get under my skin… Let it change me into something I'm not."

"'When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you'," Don said quietly. "My dad told me about that quote. He's been trying to convince me to give up manhunting for ages now. He was afraid something like this would happen to me."

"And now you're getting out before it does," Coop agreed. He stood and walked over to Don. "Look, I know… You were right about last night. I may have had good intentions, well at least in some perverse way, but I did cross the line. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Don said, giving Coop's arm a quick squeeze. "You were a good partner to me for a long time and I won't forget that. It's just time to move on."

Coop forced a smile. "We good then?" he asked.

Don nodded and held out his hand for Coop to shake. "We're good."

Coop shook his hand then headed for the door. He paused with his hand on the doorknob. "I really am sorry, you know," he said quietly.

"I know," Don replied.

Coop opened the door and they walked out together.

"So where are you thinking of going for vacation?" Don asked, as they walked back to their desks, acting as if nothing had happened.

"I'm thinking some tropical island where I can lay in a hammock for hours. You?"

Don smiled. "I'm going home to visit my family. They'll be happy I'm quitting Fugitive Recovery, but even happier to have me around for few weeks."

Coop watched as Don emptied out a spare box and began to pack up his personal belongings.

"Listen, I'm going to take off early. I can handle the case paperwork tomorrow, so just leave it for me and I'll do it before I leave on vacation, okay?"

"Thanks," Don said sincerely. "That'd be great."

"No problem," Coop replied, suddenly fidgeting awkwardly. "So, um… Good luck then, with New Mexico."

Don stopped packing and looked up at Coop. His expression softened, and he walked over and pulled Coop into a brief bear hug. When he stepped back, he held Coop by the arms and spoke to him in a low voice that couldn't be overheard. "Whatever is eating at you? I know you'll figure it out once you're away from all the chaos. You're a good agent, Billy. I know you can come back from this."

Coop nodded, temporarily unable to speak.

"We're good, you and I," Don continued. "So if you need something down the road, you call me, okay? I may be pissed at you, but you were my partner and I'd never just leave you to the wolves."

"Yeah, I can hear them howling…" Coop said quietly, his tone not quite joking.

Don smiled sadly and let Coop go. "You'll do fine," he said. "I know you will."

"Thanks," Coop said. "For all of it."

Don nodded. "Take care," he said.

Coop grabbed his jacket and bag and took a few steps. "Watch your back, okay?"

"You too," Don replied.

He took a second to watch his former partner disappear into the bustle of the office around him before he started packing to go home.

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One Part Exuberance; Two Parts Obsession: don and cooppenguingal on November 18th, 2005 03:06 pm (UTC)
Wow. Just wow. At first I was a little squicked (gun kink isn't really my thing) but then seeing how it turned into this. *is floored*
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 19th, 2005 10:49 am (UTC)
Thank you, and thank you particularly for being one of the brave souls to comment on a more fringe type fic. I'm not into gunplay myself, but I can see how Coop might be, so it worked as far as the fic idea went.

Part of why I started this LJ was to explore darker themes, and part of that was where the line is between repulsion and attraction and, to be frank, where they might be able to coexist.

In this case, I liked that it was deeper than mere kink, you really got to explore more of who Don was and what he didn't want to become. The dark mirror in this case is his partner, Coop.

I'm honored by your comments and truly appreciate them.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
cat_willow (Jan)cat_willow on November 19th, 2005 12:35 am (UTC)
Ah. Coop forgot about the caveats safe, sane and consensual. He blew it on all 3! Poor Coop, losing Don by finally going over the edge.

Truly, awesomely *hot*.... ;)

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 19th, 2005 10:56 am (UTC)
All three is right! There's a conceit in the fic that one is supposed to assume that there is a sexual history between them, but that doesn't mean it's gone to this point before.

You might be able to imagine Don forgiving a hedge on any one of them: nebulous consent if they were already involved sexually, using a loaded gun but with the safety on...

This though, is completely over the top. It had to be enough to make Don leave and to make Coop take a good hard look at his life.

Yes, Coop lost Don over it, but better that than losing himself... Better that Don gets a wake up call now before he goes over that same edge...

I'm glad you liked it and am grateful you were willing to share your thoughts by commenting.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
melissimamelissima on January 1st, 2006 02:56 am (UTC)
Hey, I had totally missed this one! You handle tough situations with such grace.

I can barely bring myself to think about this kind of situation, let alone go there well enough to write it-- but you do it so well that being squicked is just a valid part of the reading experience.

"Damn! You came so hard you blacked out. How cool is that?"

Don looked on the bed beside him and saw the towel, a vibrator, and Coop's gun. Don grabbed the gun and examined it.

"Fuck Coop! The safety's off and there's a full clip in this thing!"

Coop shrugged. "It's only fun if you play for real."

Don closed the distance between them in two steps and punched Coop in the face so hard he dropped to the floor.

"What the fuck?" Coop looked up at Don, stunned. "What was that for?"

Don, fuming, finished putting his jeans back on and simply shoved Coop's gun in his waistband. He walked over to the nightstand and retrieved his own gun and wallet. Grabbing the room key from the top of the dresser, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.


That is just so perfect. I liked that Don didn't let what Coop did become "Ok," even though he didn't hold a grudge.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 2nd, 2006 02:24 am (UTC)
Thank you. I'm grateful that you took the time to read it and comment since most didn't (for whatever reason).

I can barely bring myself to think about this kind of situation, let alone go there well enough to write it-- but you do it so well that being squicked is just a valid part of the reading experience.

I do think that being squicked can be not just valid but valuable. I imagine a lot of people got squicked reading Parallel Connections, but that's an excellent example of how what initially repels us later compels us - to think.

People should examine what's on the fringes. It happens more often that people imagine in their sheltered worlds.

That is just so perfect. I liked that Don didn't let what Coop did become "Ok," even though he didn't hold a grudge.

That was important. Don is a good man, but to let something like that slide would be a disservice to both of them. He's willing to use it as a wake up call - for him and for Coop - in the hopes that it will turn them towards healthier ways.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais

melissimamelissima on January 2nd, 2006 02:50 am (UTC)
I do think that being squicked can be not just valid but valuable. I imagine a lot of people got squicked reading Parallel Connections, but that's an excellent example of how what initially repels us later compels us - to think.

People should examine what's on the fringes. It happens more often that people imagine in their sheltered worlds.


This is such an interesting insight, especially when I think about writing. I know first-hand how hard it is to write the real truth, to put it down raw-- and how rarely I actually do it even when I'm _trying_ to. I think that's why slashfic is valuable to me as a writer, alongside entertainment-- I know when I'm outside my comfort zone, I get to practice writing it anyway, not letting it toss me away. One of these days, it's going to work, and I'll end up with a piece of fiction I'm proud of.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 4th, 2006 10:49 am (UTC)
You will, and I'll be proud of you too. :-)

I have a bit of an unfair advantage that I really wish I didn't have. I put a lot of angst and tragedy into my writings because it's what I know. I've had so many awful things happen in my life, to me and my family, that it's all *right there* just under the surface, readily accessible when I am writing. I wish I could turn it off, or better yet, not have had those experiences, but since I have they might as well make themselves useful by helping my fic be more authentic.

Writing slash and cest definitely moved me out of my comfort zone. As a het woman I'm a prime candidate to write and read slash but a very poor candidate for having any actual experience with homosexual or incestual relationships. I guess since most of my reading audience doesn't either it's not a big deal, but it does make for an interesting challenge.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais