H50 fic
Title: Haze
Pairing: Steve/Danno
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 2x10 ‘Ki’ilua’ h/c coda.
Author’s note: Steve… shirtless… torture… thinking of Danno… argh! Sorry, not coherent right now!
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money either.
The pain hits sharp and uncompromising. He screams and as his head flings back his eyes drift shut for just a second. In the flutter of eyelashes he sees a flash of blonde hair. When his eyes re-open it’s still Wo Fat standing there in front of him with a taser.
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Blood is seeping down the side of his face, dripping off his chin. For some reason he’s always found that sensation the hardest to deal with - the soft trickle on his skin is disconcerting. His throat feels sore and the pain in his wrists is a constant dull throb. From the corner of the room he can hear Jenna whimper softly. She doesn’t make another attempt to talk to him, to justify herself. Which is just as well, he’s not sure he could listen to her right now. They’ve been left to themselves for now but he doesn’t kid himself into believing that will last much longer.
It’s North Korea, what can go wrong? The words echo in his head, but the voice is not his own - gravelly, animated, washed out consonants and an unequalled edge of angry sarcasm. I can’t leave you alone for five freaking seconds, can I?
He wants to roll his eyes at Danny nagging, but his eyelids feel like lead and suddenly everything goes black.
####
Wo Fat’s goons are back, using him as a human punching bag. Presumably he’s being softened up for the next round of questioning. The blows to the face are nasty, but anticipated. The coppery taste of blood in his mouth is almost familiar at this point. It’s the punch to the gut that’s the real stinger. He grunts in surprise but remains stoically silent otherwise. If only his feet were planted on the ground he could get these bastards back somehow. As it is, all he can do is put himself away, disconnect.
An image of teeth worrying a bottom lip creeps up almost unbidden. Hands flying through the air like their owner is partaking in a particularly energetic game of Charades. Rolled up sleeves revealing strong arms covered in bleach blond fur. The collar of a button-up clinging softly to a strong neck. Bright blue eyes that stare straight into your soul. The light shadow of two days worth of stubble and a smile that is wide and easy and contagious. If he could just concentrate a little better he might be able to reach out and touch. Right now the pain is happening somewhere else.
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The floor is cold under his bare feet. All of his senses are heightened as he edges his way through the empty tunnels of the bunker. The adrenaline rush makes the pain subside. On the edge of his vision he sees the ripple of muscles in broad shoulders. His partner’s squatting down a little, moving swiftly and determined, gun in front of him. He almost gets distracted by the sight of the dress shirt and slacks clinging too tightly to the well-defined body, but he gets a grip on himself. He’s on a mission; there is no room for mistakes. He just needs to focus and he can make it out of here
####
“Danny?” He asks when his partner finds him slumped down and a little out of it in the back of a truck.
The sudden blinding glare of sunlight and the fact that visions of Danny have been with him this whole time make him think he’s hallucinating, but Danny is loud and vivid and larger than life and he doesn’t disappear when Steve blinks tiredly.
He makes himself ask about Wo Fat and when Danny tells him to shut up, gruff and affectionate, he suddenly knows that this is real. For a moment Danny is all he can see.
####
“Ready to go, princess?”
Steve blinks at Danny in confusion.
“You are taking me home?”
“I’m still squatting on your couch, aren’t I?” Danny asks with the weary patience of someone talking to a very small child. “Doctor gave his okay. It’s not really advisable for someone in your condition and I for one think you have to be brain-dead to leave the hospital after being beaten to within an inch of your life, but I know that you are stubborn son of a bitch and not exactly susceptible to common sense or logic, so I’m not even gonna argue with you.”
“That’s a first,” Steve quips, even though the smirk hurts a little.
Danny just narrows his eyes at him.
“Don’t think for a second that I’m not gonna chain you to that bed of yours if you don’t adhere to the doctor’s orders and rest. I’m not in the mood for any of your stupid ‘SEALs don’t understand the meaning of pain’ b.s. You look like a family of Siberian tigers just had their wicked way with you and you had me worried, you jerk.”
Steve nods numbly and follows Danny home.
####
“Why did you have to decline when those nice people offered you a wheelchair again?” Danny huffs, one arm around Steve’s waist, taking all of Steve’s weight, while his free arm spins through the air like crazy. “Oh I forgot, you are the toughest of the tough guys.”
Steve leans into him heavily. There is that smell, warm, musky and familiar, that hung vaguely in the air of the compound. And the heat of Danny’s touch that simmered up whenever Steve closed his eyes.
“A little help here, Superman,” Danny mock-complains while maneuvering Steve up the stairs.
Steve lets the unique melodic of his voice wash over him and wonders what Danny’s heartbeat sounds like. He wonders if Danny’s hair feels as soft to the touch as it looks and suddenly longs to reach out and pat the crazy slick back.
Danny sits him down on the side of his bed and then drops down next to him with an exhausted groan. Every part of Steve buzzes pleasantly at the proximity. This isn’t some fragment of Danny his subconscious dragged up. Danny is here and real and within reach. On impulse he leans forward and nuzzles the side of Danny’s neck.
“What do you think you are doing?” Danny exclaims startled.
“Imprinting,” Steve mutters into the curve of Danny’s neck, giving into the urge to taste the expanse of bare skin under his lips.
“Imprinting?” Danny repeats incredulously, but doesn’t flinch away from Steve’s tongue trailing over his bare skin. “I am not a duckling, Steven. What the hell are you talking about?”
“Next time,” Steve tells him distractedly. “I’ll recall everything. You’ll be more you.”
“There will not be a next time,” Danny exclaims forcefully, pushing Steve back softly and stabbing at his chest with an angry finger. He sounds genuinely pissed off. “Do you hear me? There will not be a next time!”
“Okay,” Steve agrees placatory as he reaches out to rid Danny of that stupid shirt.
This is important. He cannot let himself get distracted by Danny’s love for overdramatizing shit. Danny swats his hands away gently.
“Man, you are so high right now,” he tells Steve with an amused chuckle. “I’m gonna head down so you can sleep off the meds.”
Panic flares bright. Steve’s hand moves with the speed of a snake, snatching Danny’s wrist in an iron grip. Danny doesn’t even blink.
“It’s okay, babe,” he murmurs soothingly, massaging Steve’s shoulder with his free hand. “I’m not leaving. I’ll just be downstairs.”
“Please Danno,” Steve begs and suddenly doesn’t know how to form words properly anymore.
The thought of Danny leaving is his worst nightmare. It puts him back in that bunker, alone and powerless. Danny stares at him silently for a moment. He’s got that ‘I know more about you than you do yourself’ gaze going, intense and way too intimate, like he’s rifling through every dark corner of Steve’s soul.
“Don’t hog the blanket,” he mutters after what feels like an eternity.
And just like that he steps back out of Steve’s grasp and starts undressing utterly unselfconscious. For all that he has all these stupid rules for the most inane stuff, Danny can be astonishingly uncomplicated about the things that frighten Steve the most. Steve can only stare at him and try to burn this image into his memory.
“If you keep that up I’m going to charge you money,” Danny jokes lightly as he gets down to help Steve out of his shoes.
Then clambers into Steve’s bed and rolls himself into a tight little ball.
“Go to sleep, you pervert,” he adds with a loud yawn, voice rough but tender.
Steve instantly reaches out for him again, gravitating towards Danny like there is a magnet pulling him towards the other man. He presses his face into Danny’s shoulder, inhaling deeply and runs his fingers through Danny’s furry chest hair. He’s trying to fill all his senses with Danny, categorizing everything. The heady smell of his skin, the scratch of his stubble against Steve’s cheek, the way he shivers under Steve’s touch and that content little noise he keeps making in the back of his throat.
“Just so you know, I could totally sue you for sexual harassment,” Danny rants at him softly, and Steve rests a palm on his chest to feel the vibrations. “You can’t just go around molesting your employees like this, Steven. Now, I won’t make a big deal out of this because you’ve been tortured and are high on pain meds, but not everyone is as understanding and lenient as I am. Seriously babe, you will be so embarrassed in the morning. So embarrassed.”
He absentmindedly caresses the back of Steve’s hand the entire time, though, like maybe he needs some reassurance too. Steve leans further into the warmth of Danny’s body and knows that even though this alone could last him through a lifetime of torture, it will still never be enough. He will always need more.
I am nominated at the Ohana Favorite Awards!! ♥
Pairing: Steve/Danno
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 2x10 ‘Ki’ilua’ h/c coda.
Author’s note: Steve… shirtless… torture… thinking of Danno… argh! Sorry, not coherent right now!
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money either.
The pain hits sharp and uncompromising. He screams and as his head flings back his eyes drift shut for just a second. In the flutter of eyelashes he sees a flash of blonde hair. When his eyes re-open it’s still Wo Fat standing there in front of him with a taser.
####
Blood is seeping down the side of his face, dripping off his chin. For some reason he’s always found that sensation the hardest to deal with - the soft trickle on his skin is disconcerting. His throat feels sore and the pain in his wrists is a constant dull throb. From the corner of the room he can hear Jenna whimper softly. She doesn’t make another attempt to talk to him, to justify herself. Which is just as well, he’s not sure he could listen to her right now. They’ve been left to themselves for now but he doesn’t kid himself into believing that will last much longer.
It’s North Korea, what can go wrong? The words echo in his head, but the voice is not his own - gravelly, animated, washed out consonants and an unequalled edge of angry sarcasm. I can’t leave you alone for five freaking seconds, can I?
He wants to roll his eyes at Danny nagging, but his eyelids feel like lead and suddenly everything goes black.
####
Wo Fat’s goons are back, using him as a human punching bag. Presumably he’s being softened up for the next round of questioning. The blows to the face are nasty, but anticipated. The coppery taste of blood in his mouth is almost familiar at this point. It’s the punch to the gut that’s the real stinger. He grunts in surprise but remains stoically silent otherwise. If only his feet were planted on the ground he could get these bastards back somehow. As it is, all he can do is put himself away, disconnect.
An image of teeth worrying a bottom lip creeps up almost unbidden. Hands flying through the air like their owner is partaking in a particularly energetic game of Charades. Rolled up sleeves revealing strong arms covered in bleach blond fur. The collar of a button-up clinging softly to a strong neck. Bright blue eyes that stare straight into your soul. The light shadow of two days worth of stubble and a smile that is wide and easy and contagious. If he could just concentrate a little better he might be able to reach out and touch. Right now the pain is happening somewhere else.
####
The floor is cold under his bare feet. All of his senses are heightened as he edges his way through the empty tunnels of the bunker. The adrenaline rush makes the pain subside. On the edge of his vision he sees the ripple of muscles in broad shoulders. His partner’s squatting down a little, moving swiftly and determined, gun in front of him. He almost gets distracted by the sight of the dress shirt and slacks clinging too tightly to the well-defined body, but he gets a grip on himself. He’s on a mission; there is no room for mistakes. He just needs to focus and he can make it out of here
####
“Danny?” He asks when his partner finds him slumped down and a little out of it in the back of a truck.
The sudden blinding glare of sunlight and the fact that visions of Danny have been with him this whole time make him think he’s hallucinating, but Danny is loud and vivid and larger than life and he doesn’t disappear when Steve blinks tiredly.
He makes himself ask about Wo Fat and when Danny tells him to shut up, gruff and affectionate, he suddenly knows that this is real. For a moment Danny is all he can see.
####
“Ready to go, princess?”
Steve blinks at Danny in confusion.
“You are taking me home?”
“I’m still squatting on your couch, aren’t I?” Danny asks with the weary patience of someone talking to a very small child. “Doctor gave his okay. It’s not really advisable for someone in your condition and I for one think you have to be brain-dead to leave the hospital after being beaten to within an inch of your life, but I know that you are stubborn son of a bitch and not exactly susceptible to common sense or logic, so I’m not even gonna argue with you.”
“That’s a first,” Steve quips, even though the smirk hurts a little.
Danny just narrows his eyes at him.
“Don’t think for a second that I’m not gonna chain you to that bed of yours if you don’t adhere to the doctor’s orders and rest. I’m not in the mood for any of your stupid ‘SEALs don’t understand the meaning of pain’ b.s. You look like a family of Siberian tigers just had their wicked way with you and you had me worried, you jerk.”
Steve nods numbly and follows Danny home.
####
“Why did you have to decline when those nice people offered you a wheelchair again?” Danny huffs, one arm around Steve’s waist, taking all of Steve’s weight, while his free arm spins through the air like crazy. “Oh I forgot, you are the toughest of the tough guys.”
Steve leans into him heavily. There is that smell, warm, musky and familiar, that hung vaguely in the air of the compound. And the heat of Danny’s touch that simmered up whenever Steve closed his eyes.
“A little help here, Superman,” Danny mock-complains while maneuvering Steve up the stairs.
Steve lets the unique melodic of his voice wash over him and wonders what Danny’s heartbeat sounds like. He wonders if Danny’s hair feels as soft to the touch as it looks and suddenly longs to reach out and pat the crazy slick back.
Danny sits him down on the side of his bed and then drops down next to him with an exhausted groan. Every part of Steve buzzes pleasantly at the proximity. This isn’t some fragment of Danny his subconscious dragged up. Danny is here and real and within reach. On impulse he leans forward and nuzzles the side of Danny’s neck.
“What do you think you are doing?” Danny exclaims startled.
“Imprinting,” Steve mutters into the curve of Danny’s neck, giving into the urge to taste the expanse of bare skin under his lips.
“Imprinting?” Danny repeats incredulously, but doesn’t flinch away from Steve’s tongue trailing over his bare skin. “I am not a duckling, Steven. What the hell are you talking about?”
“Next time,” Steve tells him distractedly. “I’ll recall everything. You’ll be more you.”
“There will not be a next time,” Danny exclaims forcefully, pushing Steve back softly and stabbing at his chest with an angry finger. He sounds genuinely pissed off. “Do you hear me? There will not be a next time!”
“Okay,” Steve agrees placatory as he reaches out to rid Danny of that stupid shirt.
This is important. He cannot let himself get distracted by Danny’s love for overdramatizing shit. Danny swats his hands away gently.
“Man, you are so high right now,” he tells Steve with an amused chuckle. “I’m gonna head down so you can sleep off the meds.”
Panic flares bright. Steve’s hand moves with the speed of a snake, snatching Danny’s wrist in an iron grip. Danny doesn’t even blink.
“It’s okay, babe,” he murmurs soothingly, massaging Steve’s shoulder with his free hand. “I’m not leaving. I’ll just be downstairs.”
“Please Danno,” Steve begs and suddenly doesn’t know how to form words properly anymore.
The thought of Danny leaving is his worst nightmare. It puts him back in that bunker, alone and powerless. Danny stares at him silently for a moment. He’s got that ‘I know more about you than you do yourself’ gaze going, intense and way too intimate, like he’s rifling through every dark corner of Steve’s soul.
“Don’t hog the blanket,” he mutters after what feels like an eternity.
And just like that he steps back out of Steve’s grasp and starts undressing utterly unselfconscious. For all that he has all these stupid rules for the most inane stuff, Danny can be astonishingly uncomplicated about the things that frighten Steve the most. Steve can only stare at him and try to burn this image into his memory.
“If you keep that up I’m going to charge you money,” Danny jokes lightly as he gets down to help Steve out of his shoes.
Then clambers into Steve’s bed and rolls himself into a tight little ball.
“Go to sleep, you pervert,” he adds with a loud yawn, voice rough but tender.
Steve instantly reaches out for him again, gravitating towards Danny like there is a magnet pulling him towards the other man. He presses his face into Danny’s shoulder, inhaling deeply and runs his fingers through Danny’s furry chest hair. He’s trying to fill all his senses with Danny, categorizing everything. The heady smell of his skin, the scratch of his stubble against Steve’s cheek, the way he shivers under Steve’s touch and that content little noise he keeps making in the back of his throat.
“Just so you know, I could totally sue you for sexual harassment,” Danny rants at him softly, and Steve rests a palm on his chest to feel the vibrations. “You can’t just go around molesting your employees like this, Steven. Now, I won’t make a big deal out of this because you’ve been tortured and are high on pain meds, but not everyone is as understanding and lenient as I am. Seriously babe, you will be so embarrassed in the morning. So embarrassed.”
He absentmindedly caresses the back of Steve’s hand the entire time, though, like maybe he needs some reassurance too. Steve leans further into the warmth of Danny’s body and knows that even though this alone could last him through a lifetime of torture, it will still never be enough. He will always need more.
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