Title: Control
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Don/David
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2164
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't want, only borrowing, just fun, no infringement intended.
A/N: Inspired by last night's episode "One Hour" and Don's comment in therapy about David: "There's nothing I can't ask him to do.".
Contains a dialogue exchange stolen from Grey's Anatomy.


Once the suspect was apprehended, David dared a glance at Don, and a glance turned into a long, lingering look, his velvet lips spreading into a white smile, and he watched Don return the gaze, the corners of his superior’s eyes crinkling just the way he loved.

At his apartment, Don slammed him against his door, momentarily forgetting to deadbolt the door, and when David twisted around to take care of it, Don pressed his body against his, his chest to his back, Don’s growing erection grinding into David’s hard ass.

“Been wanting you all day,” Don confessed between clenched teeth, and he pulled David’s jacket down to his elbows then switched his attention to turning up the collar of the white shirt. Only then did he release David, pulling him back around so he could unknot his tie.

His fingers quickly worked at the buttons of David’s shirt while David let his jacket fall from his arms to the floor, his own fingers coming up to unbuckle Don’s belt and push the smooth, black slacks to the floor. David helped Don with getting his shirt off over his wrists, and then they traded jobs, David going to work at Don’s shirt and Don’s fingers on the fly of David’s pants.

Naked at last, their mouths crashed together in a searing kiss, and Don pulled David to the couch, not in possession of enough control to make it to the bedroom.

The movement into position was familiar; Don had asked for it enough times that the motion was fluid, Don dropping into the couch while David fell to his knees. When Don hit the couch, David’s hand was on his cock, his tongue coming out to teasing at the reddening head, teasing him slowly.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this; don’t fuck with me now,” Don warned.

“Funny, I thought that was exactly what we’re doing here,” and he swallowed Don to the root, sucking hard and humming against his skin; he was never able to deny Don what he asked.

Don’s hand came down to David’s smooth head. He knew his boss wouldn’t force him past a point that was comfortable. Don allowed David some of the control in their exchanges because he knew he’d get what he wanted in the end, and David wanted the same things, so there was rarely a need to push. David was always eager to fulfill Don’s requests, the look of approval in Don’s eyes urging him on and filling him with satisfaction upon completion.

Don began thrusting into David’s mouth, so he pulled back, knowing that he was getting close and it was too soon to be done. He’d been waiting for this all day, too, and he had to make it last. The stream of cases took up so much of their time that moments when they could sneak away together were rare, at least too rare to sate their desire.

“Bedroom. Now.”

Don’s command had him on his feet instantly, and they moved to the unmade bed, Don pulling David down onto him and kissing him wildly. The kissing didn’t always feel right to David – too intimate for what these exchanges were meant to be – but it made Don happy. This was how they coped, and if Don needed something more than just the sex, something that felt like this was real, then David was more than willing to oblige. He entrusted his life to Don every day, after all, so it was the least he could do. And it wasn’t as if the kissing was bad; Don was great kisser, putting all of himself into it.

The relationship was confusing as hell to David. While he craved Don’s approving smile, couldn’t say no to him, and found himself aching for his body throughout the day, he took the sex for what it was – release. Great release, but essentially meaningless all the same. Sometimes, though, he wondered if Don took it as more, if Don wanted it to be more, and David wasn’t at the point where he could make up his own mind on the matter. His allegiance to Don would constitute an affirmative response to the unspoken question, but he wasn’t stupid; he knew the dangers of getting involved with another man in the Bureau, especially one he not only had to work with but also work for. The fraternization of senior agents and those in their command was verboten, even if others, just as they, broke the rule on a regular basis; they were smart enough to keep it on the down low – personal life always separate from professional. That was one rule that couldn’t be broken because as soon as one let his own life creep into a case, it was over. Allowing them to be something more was a dangerous prospect; it was difficult enough at times to stave off his longing for Don, but to fall in love with him would affect his ability to think clearly, and an agent like that was a risk no one could afford.

“Cuff me.”

Don’s voice was so soft, David nearly had to ask him to repeat himself, but he knew what Don needed when he looked into his eyes. He always had to be the one in control, so something that resembled ceding that control was necessary from time to time, and this was perhaps the only opportunity he had to let that happen. David knew that, even in cuffs, Don would still have the upper hand, but the appearance of being at someone else’s will was enough to give Don what he could never have.

David got off the bed and opened Don’s bedside drawer, pulling out the spare set. They were standard issue – no give in the hard metal that made them appropriate for play. While he was at it, he got out the lube and a condom. Don licked his lips in anticipation, and the underlying request was clear to David.

He roughly grabbed Don’s wrists and yanked them up to the headboard.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything that comes out of that sweet mouth will be held against you and used to the fullest extent of the law.”

He closed the cuffs, leaving them loose enough for comfort. Don’s breathing was already labored, and it gave David a rush. He’d never really have the control, but to have Don appearing at his mercy, to have Don need him this much, was overwhelming. Don’s cock was hard and heavy against his stomach, and David felt his own cock twitch at the sight of Don chained and in need of release. He stroked himself slowly, smiling wickedly down at his boss. Don flashed a grin back and spread his legs wider.

“Ready to be fucked, Eppes?”

His smile widened. “Not yet, but I’m sure you’ll get me there.”

David forced the smile off his face and tried to look domineering and merciless. “Watch that pretty mouth; let’s not forget who’s the one in handcuffs.” Don’s breath hitched. The younger agent spoke his next words slowly and clearly. “I’m in control here.”

A bead of pre-cum leaked out of Don’s cock. “Yes, Agent.”

David’s heart soared; Don said the title as if he were calling him Master, and the rush of power was thrilling, invigorating, consuming. He climbed back onto the bed and spread Don’s legs further apart. His hands cradled the underside of his knees and pushed them back.

“Look at that. This ass is begging to be fucked, isn’t it?” David stared into Don’s eyes. “Begging to be fucked, huh, Eppes?” Don closed his eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath, nodding his head. “Hmm? What’s that?”

“Yes, Agent.”

“Yes what?”

Don opened his eyes and met David’s, warm and golden brown. “Yes, Agent Sinclair, I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Please. Need you so much. Now, please.”

David’s head swam. The sight of Don cuffed in his own apartment, spread out and begging for David to have his way with him, was intoxicating. This was the only time that Don had ever willingly made himself so vulnerable, and David was the one that Don trusted for this. David was the one to whom Don felt he could give up his power. The strong, commanding senior agent – his boss – belonged to him.

Maybe there was something more underlying, something that allowed Don to exchange their roles, something that David was now only able to feel. He wasn’t ready to call it love, but there was a compelling sense of loyalty and compassion and, in this moment, dependency – dependency on needing to feel this surge of power and control, a feeling that only Don could give him.

He spread the lube onto his fingers and slid two of them into the tight heat of Don’s body, feeling him shiver at the cool contact and the searing sensation of David’s fingers. He curled them to graze at Don’s prostate, and Don let out a gasp.

“Like that, Eppes? Like my fingers in your ass?” He added a third, pushing in deeper and drawing out a long moan.

“Yes, Agent.” Don’s voice was soft and breathy and laced with heady need.

“What do you want? What do you need?” He stroked Don’s prostate again, and the senior agent’s face tightened, his breaths coming out it short, shuddering bursts.

“Your cock. Please, Agent. I need your cock, need you to fuck me.”

David pulled his fingers out and reached for the condom. He stared into Don’s eyes as he ripped open the packet with his teeth. Once he had the condom rolled down to the base of his cock, he slicked himself with more lube and pressed the head of his cock against Don’s entrance, pushing in with one smooth thrust.

Don’s body jerked up the bed, his arms tugging at the cuffs.

“Careful there, Eppes; wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself. I’m the one who gets to do that.” He pulled out and slammed back in, taking a ruthless and punished pace. Don’s hands gripped at the slats of the headboard, trying to keep himself from pulling at the cuffs and bruising his wrists. It wouldn’t be a good thing to have to try explaining the marks at work.

Don’s body was on fire and gripped David’s cock. He knew that in everything Don did, he excelled, and sex was no exception. Even when on the receiving end, there was no denying that he could make a man weep at the sheer pleasure of his incredible body and the sound of his desperate moans. David thrust harder and deeper inside, hitting the sweet spot, and Don began to writhe below him, getting closer and closer.

“So good, Eppes. God, you feel so good.”

“Fuck me, David,” Don panted, the power play forgotten in the throes of passion. “Please, fuck me hard.” He wrapped his legs around David’s body, heels of his feet digging into the younger agent’s ass and driving him deeper.

David gave him all he had to give. He shouted with each thrust, sweat beading on his forehead. Their bodies glistened and slid against each other, and David felt the need to be closer to Don. He leaned down and kissed him, their tongues meeting and fighting for dominance.

“God, David, need more,” Don begged, and David slipped a hand between their bodies, grabbing Don’s cock and stroking in time with his thrusts. He could feel Don’s body tightening, signaling his building orgasm and triggering the start of David’s own.

David’s body went rigid and his thrusts desperate and erratic. He came hard with a shout, blinding white light exploding behind his eyes, and Don joined him, hot semen splashing their skin.

David shook as he fought for his grip on reality, feeling like he had blacked out. When he lifted his head from Don’s shoulder, his boss was smiling dazed at him.

“Damn, Sinclair, that was some good fucking.”

David let out a short laugh and pulled out of Don’s body with a groan. He reached over to the drawer and grabbed the key for the handcuffs. Once Don’s hands were free, he reached up and grabbed David, pulling him down into a heated kiss. When he eased away, his eyes were soft, and there was that tug in David again, the nameless thing that was building in strength and size with each passing moment.

“What are we doing here, Don?” David’s voice was soft, carefully treading the surface of the subject.

Don grinned at him. “You need a definition?”

“I mean…” He paused, unsure of how to proceed, grasping for the right words. “What are we?”

Don’s face fell for a moment in contemplation, eyebrows knitted, but then the warm smile spread again. “Partners.”

David didn’t know whether Don was speaking professionally, sexually, or romantically, and he didn’t need to ask; for now, it was enough.