FIC Mano a Mano
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shanachie_quillTitle: Mano a Mano
Characters: Steve McGarrett, Danny Williams (pre-slash if you tilt your head), Chin Ho Kelly, Kono
Fandom: Hawaii Five-O (really I needed another fandom…I did)
Summary: Danny is really tired of everyone thinking he can’t take care of himself.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Um, guys have testosterone and big egos
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me or more than just Steve would be taking his shirt off…and for longer than 3.2 seconds.
Author's Note: So I really wasn’t planning to start another fandom…but H50 is like sucking my brain. And I am totally blaming this on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emocezi and I don’t think she even gives a damn. Well a discussion about fighting and Danny and Steve resulted in this…
“All I’m saying is that you need to be able to protect yourself,” Steve was saying as they stalked back into the office.
Kono and Chin both looked up from what they were doing. It wasn’t unusual for Steve and Danny to start or even finish an argument within their hearing (or anyone else’s for that matter—including suspects and criminals), but this one sounded like the one the two man had been having on and off for a couple of days. The two cousins exchanged glances and checked to make sure they were out of the line of fire.
Danny drew his sidearm and waved it for a second before sliding it back into his holster. “I do carry a gun, you know.”
“And if someone was to knock the gun out of your hand? What would you do then?” Steve leaned against the table, crossing his arms and legs and staring at his partner. “I realize you just got back on your feet, but you should have been training from the beginning.”
Danny threw his hands up. “I have PT three times a week. Exercises the rest of the time. I chase your ass through half of Hawaii and run after Grace on the weekends. What other training would you like me to do?”
“All I’m saying is you should join me for some hand to hand,” Steve responded.
“You wouldn’t be able to handle me if we actually went hand to hand,” Danny snarked back, starting to edge around the taller man. “They’d need to call a bus for you. Remember where I’m from? I learned to fight dirty early.”
“SEALs invented dirty fighting,” Steve responded, straightening up as Danny came within range. His hand darted out to grab the smaller man, but Danny avoided the move.
It was an easy enough grab to avoid, but Danny knew that wouldn’t be the last one. Steve had an ego bigger than most battleships and he would keep pushing and pushing at Danny until the other man gave up. “Really, man? In front of witnesses?” he asked.
“Are you worried about witnesses to your downfall?” Steve questioned. “We can always train at my place. The sand is almost as soft as the mats at the gym.”
“What part of ‘I hate the beach’ do you not get?” Danny reached for a folder, not really caring if it had anything to do with their case, but really hoping it would serve as a distraction.
“We’ve got a refresher course for officers,” Chin broke into their conversation, hoping to draw the attention off the size of their egos. “You could always take that, Danny. Or Kono could give you private lessons since she sometimes tutors people who don’t have time to go to the gym.”
Both men jumped as if they had forgotten there was anyone else in the room. Danny slammed the folder down on the table. “I don’t need a refresher course, damn it. I can take care of myself.” Turning he stalked into the office he had claimed for his own, slamming the door behind him and rattling the glass.
Steve exchanged glances with Chin and Kono, who both looked a bit bemused by Danny’s reaction, before following in the wake of his partner. As he slipped inside the office, Danny looked up from his computer. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Look, I…” Steve stopped and stared at the other man before changing tactics. “We can go to a gym elsewhere. It doesn’t have to be here or at the beach. I just want to show you some simple moves so when we get into trouble, I know you can defend yourself if you don’t have your gun.”
“I didn’t have this issue before I met you,” Danny pointed out. “No worry about whether or not I could defend myself because I didn’t have a lunatic for a partner!” He stood up. “If I prove that I can take care of myself, will you drop this?”
“Will I what?” Steve asked, backing away as Danny advanced on him.
“If I prove that I can take you down, will you drop this damn subject?”
Steve found himself back-peddling in the face of his irate partner. “Well, maybe you should start with someone easier,” he suggested. “Like one of the other detectives. Or even Chin or Kono. I mean it’s not a fair test to have me be the one you test yourself against.”
Danny shook his head. “No. The only way you’re gonna let this die is if I take you down. One on one.” He smirked at the taller man. “What’s wrong, McGarrett, scared?”
Steve growled softly in the face of the other man’s aggression, but then remembered what had started this conversation. Grabbing Danny by the shoulders, he spun them around, almost slamming the smaller man into the wall. The glass rattled from the impact and Steve stared down at his partner for a moment, gathering his thoughts. His fingers flexed where he was holding Danny’s shoulders and he spoke in a low voice, trying to sound reasonable, “You just had surgery. I don’t want you hurt. Even if you were one hundred percent you wouldn’t be in any shape to go one on one with me.”
Slipping his arms between their bodies, Danny broke Steve’s grip. “Either you let me show you what I can do. Against you. Or you drop. This. Subject.”
“That’s the only way you’ll agree to this?” Steve replied.
“No, I think it’s the only way you’ll believe that I can take care of myself,” Danny replied.
Steve stared at him for a moment, but Danny glared right back until the former SEAL sighed. “All right,” Steve agreed. “Tomorrow then.”
“Oh, no!” Danny protested. “We’re doing this now. And we’re taking Chin and Kono with us so you can’t cry foul.”
“We’re…what?” Steve questioned as Danny ducked under the arms he’d braced on the walls and headed for the door. “Hey!” he protested.
Danny was already out the door and calling for Chin and Kono by the time Steve recovered enough to catch up. “Our fearless leader has graciously consented to face me in the gym so I can prove I can take care of myself.” He glanced over his shoulder at Steve, who had followed him out of the office, and stood by the door now with his arms crossed. “I’d like you two to accompany us to the gym so there are witnesses to what happens.”
Wisely neither of them said anything, but simply rose to their feet and followed Danny as he stalked out of the main office. Steve sighed as he realized the mainlander had successfully manipulated him. There was no way he was going to be able to back out now.
The gym that they worked out in was only a few short blocks from the 5-0 headquarters, but they still split up and drove to the site. The officers and detectives looked up as the four members of 5-0 walked into the gym. It wasn’t that unusual for them to use the gym, but it was usual for all four of them to walk in together and for Danny to be visibly annoyed with more than just Steve.
Steve made an after you gesture, motioning towards the locker room and Danny stalked off, muttering under his breath. Deciding it would be better not to let the two men into a contained room without supervision, Chin followed them and lounged against the wall as they both changed into shorts and wife beaters. As they sat down on opposite ends of the bench to lace up their sneakers, he slipped his phone from his pocket, texting Kono to be sure she was ready. There was no way they were passing up this opportunity to get blackmail on the two short tempered detectives.
When they reached the mats, the space had been cleared by everyone who had been working out; although the men and women were ringing the space. Danny’s step faltered, but there was no way he was backing down. He knew if he did that Steve would never believe he could take care of himself and would keep pushing until Danny gave in. Stepping onto the mat, he looked over at his partner. He would only get one shot at this.
Out of the corner of his eye, Danny noticed Kono jockeying for a better position and the not quite subtle motion of her phone being angled so that it caught the motions he and Steve were making. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to stretching as he tried to figure out his plan of attack. He’d seen Steve fight before; knew he was vicious and went for the fastest way to put someone down, but figured that wasn’t going to be an option here. He also knew in an extended fight that Steve would most likely come out on top eventually for the simple fact that Steve’s training was angled more towards how to hurt someone. On the other hand, Danny had learned his fighting by scraping and getting hurt; he knew how to use his size to his advantage. As annoyed as he was at Steve, he didn’t think either of them actually wanted to hurt the other. Straightening up, he asked, “No joints? And first one down loses?”
Steve nodded once quickly. “That sounds fair. I’d hate to injure you now that we’ve gotten you off the DL.” His lips quirked up in a slight grin. “It’s good to have a fully functioning partner again.”
Danny narrowed his blue eyes. “Oh, bring it, Army boy.”
“Navy!” Steve insisted. “How many times do I have to tell you? I was in the Navy!”
“Oh at least twenty or thirty more times until I get it,” Danny replied. He wiggled his fingers at Steve in a come and get it gesture. “Drop me and maybe I’ll remember.”
Steve rolled his shoulders before settling into an easy stance; arms loose at his sides. Danny eyed him suspiciously. He knew Steve would make the first move if he was just patient enough. Sure enough when Danny made no move towards the taller man; Steve lunged towards him.
Ducking under Steve’s grabbing hands; Danny twisted underneath Steve’s longer reach. Steve got a hand on Danny’s shirt, but the smaller man shoved his foot between the other man’s and pushed. The side of his foot hit one of Steve’s, knocking them both off balance, but Danny was ready for it. As Steve toppled forward, Danny jerked his foot back and compensated; pulling himself in the other direction so that when Steve hit the mat he was spinning and standing back up.
Before the ex-SEAL could recover, Danny slipped an arm through Steve’s and pulled it back, jerking Steve off-balance. He bent Steve’s arm back, twisting it behind the other man, even as he put him into a chokehold. “Uncle?” he asked.
Steve swallowed against the hold Danny had. It wasn’t tight enough to cut off his air supply, but he could tell that Danny could easily change that. He certainly hadn’t expected to be on the losing end of their bout. Danny was pressed up against his back, but there was no way for him to get enough leverage to toss the smaller man. He was definitely at a disadvantage. Reaching up with his free hand, he tried to slide it into the crook of Danny’s elbow to break the hold, but Danny tightened his hold. “No,” he said, “no joints.”
Blowing air out through his nose, Steve had to admit he was at a disadvantage. Danny had well and truly pinned him. Realizing he had plenty of air, Steve spoke, “Yeah, Uncle.”
Easing backwards, Danny released Steve’s arm first before sliding his arm off the other man’s neck. He used his grip on Steve’s shoulder to push himself back to a standing position before offering a hand up to the taller man. “Now do you believe I can take care of myself?” he asked in a low voice.
Glancing around at the crowd they’d attracted, Steve jerked his head in the direction of the locker room. When Chin tried to follow them in this time, Steve blocked his entrance and glared at him. Once alone in the locker room, he turned on his partner, who had stopped just out of reach and was facing him with his arms crossed. Steve blocked the door so Danny couldn’t leave and tried to figure out what he wanted to say. “I never…” he grasped for how to apologize to Danny without actually apologizing. Danny arched an eyebrow in response and waited in an astounding show of patience. “I wasn’t saying you couldn’t take care of yourself,” Steve tried. “I was simply saying that I didn’t think you could defend yourself without a gun.”
“And therefore that I couldn’t take care of myself without a firearm,” Danny concluded. He smirked. “Wanna see what I can do with a baseball bat?”
Steve winced. “No, I think you did enough damage without a weapon.”
Danny clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, ya big wuss, change into your street clothes and I’ll show you what else I can do with my hands.”
Steve blinked, trying not to let his mind wander into what exactly Danny could mean by that. “Um, I…” he started.
Danny rolled his eyes. “A massage, knuckle head. Get changed.” Turning, he reached for his own street clothes, shaking his head at the other man’s expression. His face hidden from Steve, he smiled to himself. This day had turned out better than he’d planned.
Characters: Steve McGarrett, Danny Williams (pre-slash if you tilt your head), Chin Ho Kelly, Kono
Fandom: Hawaii Five-O (really I needed another fandom…I did)
Summary: Danny is really tired of everyone thinking he can’t take care of himself.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Um, guys have testosterone and big egos
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me or more than just Steve would be taking his shirt off…and for longer than 3.2 seconds.
Author's Note: So I really wasn’t planning to start another fandom…but H50 is like sucking my brain. And I am totally blaming this on
emocezi and I don’t think she even gives a damn. Well a discussion about fighting and Danny and Steve resulted in this… “All I’m saying is that you need to be able to protect yourself,” Steve was saying as they stalked back into the office.
Kono and Chin both looked up from what they were doing. It wasn’t unusual for Steve and Danny to start or even finish an argument within their hearing (or anyone else’s for that matter—including suspects and criminals), but this one sounded like the one the two man had been having on and off for a couple of days. The two cousins exchanged glances and checked to make sure they were out of the line of fire.
Danny drew his sidearm and waved it for a second before sliding it back into his holster. “I do carry a gun, you know.”
“And if someone was to knock the gun out of your hand? What would you do then?” Steve leaned against the table, crossing his arms and legs and staring at his partner. “I realize you just got back on your feet, but you should have been training from the beginning.”
Danny threw his hands up. “I have PT three times a week. Exercises the rest of the time. I chase your ass through half of Hawaii and run after Grace on the weekends. What other training would you like me to do?”
“All I’m saying is you should join me for some hand to hand,” Steve responded.
“You wouldn’t be able to handle me if we actually went hand to hand,” Danny snarked back, starting to edge around the taller man. “They’d need to call a bus for you. Remember where I’m from? I learned to fight dirty early.”
“SEALs invented dirty fighting,” Steve responded, straightening up as Danny came within range. His hand darted out to grab the smaller man, but Danny avoided the move.
It was an easy enough grab to avoid, but Danny knew that wouldn’t be the last one. Steve had an ego bigger than most battleships and he would keep pushing and pushing at Danny until the other man gave up. “Really, man? In front of witnesses?” he asked.
“Are you worried about witnesses to your downfall?” Steve questioned. “We can always train at my place. The sand is almost as soft as the mats at the gym.”
“What part of ‘I hate the beach’ do you not get?” Danny reached for a folder, not really caring if it had anything to do with their case, but really hoping it would serve as a distraction.
“We’ve got a refresher course for officers,” Chin broke into their conversation, hoping to draw the attention off the size of their egos. “You could always take that, Danny. Or Kono could give you private lessons since she sometimes tutors people who don’t have time to go to the gym.”
Both men jumped as if they had forgotten there was anyone else in the room. Danny slammed the folder down on the table. “I don’t need a refresher course, damn it. I can take care of myself.” Turning he stalked into the office he had claimed for his own, slamming the door behind him and rattling the glass.
Steve exchanged glances with Chin and Kono, who both looked a bit bemused by Danny’s reaction, before following in the wake of his partner. As he slipped inside the office, Danny looked up from his computer. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Look, I…” Steve stopped and stared at the other man before changing tactics. “We can go to a gym elsewhere. It doesn’t have to be here or at the beach. I just want to show you some simple moves so when we get into trouble, I know you can defend yourself if you don’t have your gun.”
“I didn’t have this issue before I met you,” Danny pointed out. “No worry about whether or not I could defend myself because I didn’t have a lunatic for a partner!” He stood up. “If I prove that I can take care of myself, will you drop this?”
“Will I what?” Steve asked, backing away as Danny advanced on him.
“If I prove that I can take you down, will you drop this damn subject?”
Steve found himself back-peddling in the face of his irate partner. “Well, maybe you should start with someone easier,” he suggested. “Like one of the other detectives. Or even Chin or Kono. I mean it’s not a fair test to have me be the one you test yourself against.”
Danny shook his head. “No. The only way you’re gonna let this die is if I take you down. One on one.” He smirked at the taller man. “What’s wrong, McGarrett, scared?”
Steve growled softly in the face of the other man’s aggression, but then remembered what had started this conversation. Grabbing Danny by the shoulders, he spun them around, almost slamming the smaller man into the wall. The glass rattled from the impact and Steve stared down at his partner for a moment, gathering his thoughts. His fingers flexed where he was holding Danny’s shoulders and he spoke in a low voice, trying to sound reasonable, “You just had surgery. I don’t want you hurt. Even if you were one hundred percent you wouldn’t be in any shape to go one on one with me.”
Slipping his arms between their bodies, Danny broke Steve’s grip. “Either you let me show you what I can do. Against you. Or you drop. This. Subject.”
“That’s the only way you’ll agree to this?” Steve replied.
“No, I think it’s the only way you’ll believe that I can take care of myself,” Danny replied.
Steve stared at him for a moment, but Danny glared right back until the former SEAL sighed. “All right,” Steve agreed. “Tomorrow then.”
“Oh, no!” Danny protested. “We’re doing this now. And we’re taking Chin and Kono with us so you can’t cry foul.”
“We’re…what?” Steve questioned as Danny ducked under the arms he’d braced on the walls and headed for the door. “Hey!” he protested.
Danny was already out the door and calling for Chin and Kono by the time Steve recovered enough to catch up. “Our fearless leader has graciously consented to face me in the gym so I can prove I can take care of myself.” He glanced over his shoulder at Steve, who had followed him out of the office, and stood by the door now with his arms crossed. “I’d like you two to accompany us to the gym so there are witnesses to what happens.”
Wisely neither of them said anything, but simply rose to their feet and followed Danny as he stalked out of the main office. Steve sighed as he realized the mainlander had successfully manipulated him. There was no way he was going to be able to back out now.
The gym that they worked out in was only a few short blocks from the 5-0 headquarters, but they still split up and drove to the site. The officers and detectives looked up as the four members of 5-0 walked into the gym. It wasn’t that unusual for them to use the gym, but it was usual for all four of them to walk in together and for Danny to be visibly annoyed with more than just Steve.
Steve made an after you gesture, motioning towards the locker room and Danny stalked off, muttering under his breath. Deciding it would be better not to let the two men into a contained room without supervision, Chin followed them and lounged against the wall as they both changed into shorts and wife beaters. As they sat down on opposite ends of the bench to lace up their sneakers, he slipped his phone from his pocket, texting Kono to be sure she was ready. There was no way they were passing up this opportunity to get blackmail on the two short tempered detectives.
When they reached the mats, the space had been cleared by everyone who had been working out; although the men and women were ringing the space. Danny’s step faltered, but there was no way he was backing down. He knew if he did that Steve would never believe he could take care of himself and would keep pushing until Danny gave in. Stepping onto the mat, he looked over at his partner. He would only get one shot at this.
Out of the corner of his eye, Danny noticed Kono jockeying for a better position and the not quite subtle motion of her phone being angled so that it caught the motions he and Steve were making. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to stretching as he tried to figure out his plan of attack. He’d seen Steve fight before; knew he was vicious and went for the fastest way to put someone down, but figured that wasn’t going to be an option here. He also knew in an extended fight that Steve would most likely come out on top eventually for the simple fact that Steve’s training was angled more towards how to hurt someone. On the other hand, Danny had learned his fighting by scraping and getting hurt; he knew how to use his size to his advantage. As annoyed as he was at Steve, he didn’t think either of them actually wanted to hurt the other. Straightening up, he asked, “No joints? And first one down loses?”
Steve nodded once quickly. “That sounds fair. I’d hate to injure you now that we’ve gotten you off the DL.” His lips quirked up in a slight grin. “It’s good to have a fully functioning partner again.”
Danny narrowed his blue eyes. “Oh, bring it, Army boy.”
“Navy!” Steve insisted. “How many times do I have to tell you? I was in the Navy!”
“Oh at least twenty or thirty more times until I get it,” Danny replied. He wiggled his fingers at Steve in a come and get it gesture. “Drop me and maybe I’ll remember.”
Steve rolled his shoulders before settling into an easy stance; arms loose at his sides. Danny eyed him suspiciously. He knew Steve would make the first move if he was just patient enough. Sure enough when Danny made no move towards the taller man; Steve lunged towards him.
Ducking under Steve’s grabbing hands; Danny twisted underneath Steve’s longer reach. Steve got a hand on Danny’s shirt, but the smaller man shoved his foot between the other man’s and pushed. The side of his foot hit one of Steve’s, knocking them both off balance, but Danny was ready for it. As Steve toppled forward, Danny jerked his foot back and compensated; pulling himself in the other direction so that when Steve hit the mat he was spinning and standing back up.
Before the ex-SEAL could recover, Danny slipped an arm through Steve’s and pulled it back, jerking Steve off-balance. He bent Steve’s arm back, twisting it behind the other man, even as he put him into a chokehold. “Uncle?” he asked.
Steve swallowed against the hold Danny had. It wasn’t tight enough to cut off his air supply, but he could tell that Danny could easily change that. He certainly hadn’t expected to be on the losing end of their bout. Danny was pressed up against his back, but there was no way for him to get enough leverage to toss the smaller man. He was definitely at a disadvantage. Reaching up with his free hand, he tried to slide it into the crook of Danny’s elbow to break the hold, but Danny tightened his hold. “No,” he said, “no joints.”
Blowing air out through his nose, Steve had to admit he was at a disadvantage. Danny had well and truly pinned him. Realizing he had plenty of air, Steve spoke, “Yeah, Uncle.”
Easing backwards, Danny released Steve’s arm first before sliding his arm off the other man’s neck. He used his grip on Steve’s shoulder to push himself back to a standing position before offering a hand up to the taller man. “Now do you believe I can take care of myself?” he asked in a low voice.
Glancing around at the crowd they’d attracted, Steve jerked his head in the direction of the locker room. When Chin tried to follow them in this time, Steve blocked his entrance and glared at him. Once alone in the locker room, he turned on his partner, who had stopped just out of reach and was facing him with his arms crossed. Steve blocked the door so Danny couldn’t leave and tried to figure out what he wanted to say. “I never…” he grasped for how to apologize to Danny without actually apologizing. Danny arched an eyebrow in response and waited in an astounding show of patience. “I wasn’t saying you couldn’t take care of yourself,” Steve tried. “I was simply saying that I didn’t think you could defend yourself without a gun.”
“And therefore that I couldn’t take care of myself without a firearm,” Danny concluded. He smirked. “Wanna see what I can do with a baseball bat?”
Steve winced. “No, I think you did enough damage without a weapon.”
Danny clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, ya big wuss, change into your street clothes and I’ll show you what else I can do with my hands.”
Steve blinked, trying not to let his mind wander into what exactly Danny could mean by that. “Um, I…” he started.
Danny rolled his eyes. “A massage, knuckle head. Get changed.” Turning, he reached for his own street clothes, shaking his head at the other man’s expression. His face hidden from Steve, he smiled to himself. This day had turned out better than he’d planned.
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21/10/10 03:12 (UTC)*flails on you*
Oh man, that was good for me. Was it good for you?
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21/10/10 03:57 (UTC)Yeah, I totally love Steve pinning him to the wall.
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21/10/10 03:13 (UTC)(no subject)
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21/10/10 04:23 (UTC)Very nice indeed!
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21/10/10 04:56 (UTC)Small does not mean defenseless, nor does small mean unable to fight. And (as I've learned) small often means people underestimate you.
It's a situation my cousin used to put his fighters into where a smaller (or female) fighter would put one of the bruisers on the floor--mostly when the guys were protesting that they would hurt the "little one". They never protested again.
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21/10/10 07:27 (UTC)You nailed their voices. Chin would totally be trying to do damage control. Well done!
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21/10/10 14:23 (UTC)Oh, yes. Chin is doing damage control and keeping people out of the locker room. And Kono is totally uploading the video she made to youtube for blackmail purposes! (I'm considering writing a tag or a follow-up where one of the guys finds the video because I don't know if it was clear enough that she did that...)
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21/10/10 16:20 (UTC)Chin and Kono were great. Chin doing damage control, but at the same time coordinating the filming of blackmail material with Kono :)
Btw, I think it was clear enough that Kono filmed the fight. But at the same time, a follow-up would be awesome. I can see Danny going on YT and looking for it. After all, he did notice that Kono was filming :)
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21/10/10 16:28 (UTC)Kewl. Yeah I totally can too (see Danny looking for it). I've got a looong list of fics I need to work on though and I've gotta figure out what I'm doing for a friend too. :-)
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21/10/10 23:12 (UTC)That was great... Can we have the massage session now? :p Pretty please?
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21/10/10 23:30 (UTC)Um...no? Cuz if I write anything next...that probably want be it...although maybe it'll work its way into the 5 times Chin saw Danny and Steve naked fic. I'm about to post the answer to the kinkme prompt I did.
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21/10/10 23:39 (UTC)At least, my brain is going to have pretty images about Danny giving Steve a massage while I sleep! ^^
I'm often puzzled by kink meme, sometimes it's good, but most of the time it's so twisted that I only want to bleach my eyes... And most of the time people write PWP, which in general bores me :p but sometimes there's good surprise.
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21/10/10 23:52 (UTC)I'm not saying I'll never do the massage...just that it's kinda low on the priorities list. Have ya seen my fic list? And I owe emocezi something for her birthday--which I do have a prompt for. Plus a friend is going to be overseas for the next few weeks and I'm part of the brigade planned to keep her in fic and letters.
Well so far we have some good prompts--some that are aimed towards the very kinky, some that are aimed towards less porny for lack of a better term. I mean we got a handcuff prompt--that turned into Steve losing the key after he cuffed Danny to the bed. And my answer (which is now in my journal and you can see) is not at all porny. Then yes, we have a caning fic that is extremely--well yeah.
So ya kinda gotta take it that it is a kink meme and those things are gonna be there...but thankfully we're getting other stuff too. And somethings are banned too.
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26/10/10 21:28 (UTC)Weekly summary?
I generally post my stuff in stevedannoslash when I finish them so you an always check there.
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29/8/11 23:40 (UTC)I learned to fight dirty from an ex-MMA fighter (well he was still fighting at the time) and I figure Danny learned the same way. And then on top of that he got police academy training. He might be short, but he's scrappy. :-)