❤ #02 - I (Definitely Don't) Love You
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roro66Title: I (Definitely Don't) Love You
Fandom: Blood Blockade Battlefront
Prompt: First Kiss (Card #1)
Medium: Fic
Size: 1184
Rating: T
Warnings: Cursing, Injury, Violence, and Hospitalization.
Summary/Preview: Steven is seriously wounded by an escaped criminal and subsequently rescued by a man he considers both a rival and a potential partner, Detective Law. The two men have been dancing around each other for years now, and when Daniel lets his guard down while he thinks Steven is asleep, Steven brings their 'dance' to an abrupt end by making the first move.
Notes: None.
A gunshot rings clear throughout the air and Steven opens his one good eye to spot the eight-legged criminal at his feet in a heap. As the smoke clears, he can also make out the reflection of a certain HLPD hound against the shards of ice protruding from the pavement. Their gazes meet in the middle of the carnage and a fear that Steven's never witnessed flashes in Daniel's eyes.
"This...This ain't over, Starphase...!"
"Steven!" yells the detective as he skids along the ice and snaps his gun back.
The spider-like Beyondian raises a barbed limb above Steven's head and brings it down with every last ounce of strength it possesses. A shriek escapes it as another bullet severs that limb in half and blood spews from the stump. It turns to confront Daniel, only to have two more rounds fired straight into its bulbous head. Bright green blood and viscera spatter Steven as the Beyondian reels and falls over sideways.
"It's over now, you son of a bitch," huffs Daniel as he steps over the corpse and stares down at Steven. The gun tumbles from his hand to the ground and his eyes widen.
Seeing the mysterious, impossible-to-pin-down Steven A. Starphase in such a vulnerable state rattles Daniel to his core. This is the mobster turned vigilante that he's been trying to arrest for almost ten years now. The thought of this butterfly slipping away before Daniel has a chance to catch him is horrifying, and he refuses to even entertain the notion.
"Don't you dare die on me," he rasps and removes his trench coat to drape it over Steven's battered body. Grimacing, he lets his guard drop long enough to caress the swollen, bruised side of Steven's face with calloused fingers. "You hang in there. I'll call for an ambulance..."
Steven slips in and out of consciousness after Daniel pulls a cellphone from his breast pocket. The warmth of Daniel's touch lingers amid the chill surrounding Steven, and by the time he's loaded onto a stretcher, he succumbs to exhaustion.
"Was that Detective Law?"
Blaring overhead lights rouse Steven from his sleep. In spite of the numbness hammering his senses, he manages enough muscular control to turn his head to the side and listen in.
"He stayed all night with the patient," murmurs a nurse by the open door. "I also heard from one of the paramedics that he rode in the ambulance, too. They said he looked really worried."
Steven's pupils shrink as his conscience fully focuses.
The second nurse presses her hands to her lips and takes a quick peek into Steven's room. "He's handsome, too. Do you think they're involved?"
Thankfully, Steven closes his eyes before she realizes that he's awake.
"We're talking about the same detective, right? You know, the hardest man on the force? The one they nicknamed the 'guard dog?'" The first nurse shakes her head. "I doubt that Mr. Personality is involved with anyone, let alone a charming man like the patient in there."
The second nurse shrugs. "You never know, though. Detective Law might...O-Oh, good evening, detective!"
Daniel regards the nurses with a wary eye and a nod. "Is he awake yet?"
"N-No, sir, not yet," stammers the nurse, moving aside so Daniel can reenter the room. "He seems to be doing well, though! He's sleeping like a baby."
A grunt escapes Daniel as he nods to her again and closes the door behind him for some peace and quiet. Setting his coffee aside, he stands over Steven and touches his face. The chill has finally left him, he notes with a sigh, and there's some healthy color mingling with the bruises on his face. He traces lightly along the line of Steven's jaw and weaves his fingers into Steven's hair.
"Bastard," he says quietly, "you had me fucking worried."
Steven stirs suddenly and panic strikes Daniel full in the chest as the man pushes against his hand with a smile. His eyes are open now and he's staring straight at Daniel.
"I had no idea that you cared, Lieutenant."
"Those chatty gossips," Daniel grumbles and immediately withdraws his hand. "Sleeping like a baby, my ass."
"I also heard that you rode in the ambulance and kept vigil at my side throughout the night," Steven adds with his grin thinning into something more impish. "Don't you think it's time we stopped dancing around each other and called it a draw?"
"The hell are you talking about?" The detective pushes a stray strand of hair behind his ear and glances around the room. Pursing his lips, he flicks his line of sight towards the bed again. "I guess I could settle for a truce so long as you don't develop a swollen ego and start bragging about making the first move."
Steven chuckles. "Oh, so the hound can be reasoned with?"
"Shut up," barks Daniel, reluctantly leaning down as Steven tugs on his shirt. "You're way too smug for someone as vulnerable as you are right now."
"Yeah, but I'm more than willing to compromise and humble myself if you're the prize involved," Steven whispers and lifts his head as far as he can from the pillow, softly pressing his lips to Daniel's. The reciprocation is slow and hesitant, but Daniel cooperates with a little moan and a few pushes against his lips. He tastes like Steven always imagined he would, like cold coffee, cigarettes, and sleepless nights.
Daniel gasps after Steven almost falls to the bed and he catches him, breaking their kiss. "Ugh. You're a fucking idiot, Starphase."
Steven grins up at him. "I won't argue with that."
"And I'm not the easiest guy to get along with, you know that," admits the detective as he lays Steven onto the bed again. "So, are you certain about this? I sure as hell won't make it easy for you."
"You said it yourself," answers Steven, pushing his head into Daniel's open hand. "I'm a hapless fool in need of a little tough love."
"Fine, fine..." grunts Daniel while caressing the side of Steven's face. "But don't expect me to pamper you like this again. I just feel sorry for your stupid ass is all."
Steven's grin widens to reveal some teeth. "I should fuck up more often, then."
"I mean it, you dickbag!" hollers Daniel, closing his hands into fists. "If you pull shit like this on purpose then I'll put you into ICU myself!"
Laughter fills the room and Steven trembles with the aftershocks of it. "All right, all right. I'll behave myself." His eyes glitter with mirth. "Maybe."
Daniel returns to his seat and scowls back at Steven. "You'd better or I'll beat your ass back into line."
"Is that a promise?" Steven waggles his eyebrows. "You shouldn't tease me, Lieutenant."
"Tch..." Daniel takes a sip of his coffee and looks away again with his face flushed from ear to ear. "You're fucked up, Starphase."
Steven props himself up on the pillow some and laughs when Daniel hazards another glance in his direction. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Fandom: Blood Blockade Battlefront
Prompt: First Kiss (Card #1)
Medium: Fic
Size: 1184
Rating: T
Warnings: Cursing, Injury, Violence, and Hospitalization.
Summary/Preview: Steven is seriously wounded by an escaped criminal and subsequently rescued by a man he considers both a rival and a potential partner, Detective Law. The two men have been dancing around each other for years now, and when Daniel lets his guard down while he thinks Steven is asleep, Steven brings their 'dance' to an abrupt end by making the first move.
Notes: None.
A gunshot rings clear throughout the air and Steven opens his one good eye to spot the eight-legged criminal at his feet in a heap. As the smoke clears, he can also make out the reflection of a certain HLPD hound against the shards of ice protruding from the pavement. Their gazes meet in the middle of the carnage and a fear that Steven's never witnessed flashes in Daniel's eyes.
"This...This ain't over, Starphase...!"
"Steven!" yells the detective as he skids along the ice and snaps his gun back.
The spider-like Beyondian raises a barbed limb above Steven's head and brings it down with every last ounce of strength it possesses. A shriek escapes it as another bullet severs that limb in half and blood spews from the stump. It turns to confront Daniel, only to have two more rounds fired straight into its bulbous head. Bright green blood and viscera spatter Steven as the Beyondian reels and falls over sideways.
"It's over now, you son of a bitch," huffs Daniel as he steps over the corpse and stares down at Steven. The gun tumbles from his hand to the ground and his eyes widen.
Seeing the mysterious, impossible-to-pin-down Steven A. Starphase in such a vulnerable state rattles Daniel to his core. This is the mobster turned vigilante that he's been trying to arrest for almost ten years now. The thought of this butterfly slipping away before Daniel has a chance to catch him is horrifying, and he refuses to even entertain the notion.
"Don't you dare die on me," he rasps and removes his trench coat to drape it over Steven's battered body. Grimacing, he lets his guard drop long enough to caress the swollen, bruised side of Steven's face with calloused fingers. "You hang in there. I'll call for an ambulance..."
Steven slips in and out of consciousness after Daniel pulls a cellphone from his breast pocket. The warmth of Daniel's touch lingers amid the chill surrounding Steven, and by the time he's loaded onto a stretcher, he succumbs to exhaustion.
"Was that Detective Law?"
Blaring overhead lights rouse Steven from his sleep. In spite of the numbness hammering his senses, he manages enough muscular control to turn his head to the side and listen in.
"He stayed all night with the patient," murmurs a nurse by the open door. "I also heard from one of the paramedics that he rode in the ambulance, too. They said he looked really worried."
Steven's pupils shrink as his conscience fully focuses.
The second nurse presses her hands to her lips and takes a quick peek into Steven's room. "He's handsome, too. Do you think they're involved?"
Thankfully, Steven closes his eyes before she realizes that he's awake.
"We're talking about the same detective, right? You know, the hardest man on the force? The one they nicknamed the 'guard dog?'" The first nurse shakes her head. "I doubt that Mr. Personality is involved with anyone, let alone a charming man like the patient in there."
The second nurse shrugs. "You never know, though. Detective Law might...O-Oh, good evening, detective!"
Daniel regards the nurses with a wary eye and a nod. "Is he awake yet?"
"N-No, sir, not yet," stammers the nurse, moving aside so Daniel can reenter the room. "He seems to be doing well, though! He's sleeping like a baby."
A grunt escapes Daniel as he nods to her again and closes the door behind him for some peace and quiet. Setting his coffee aside, he stands over Steven and touches his face. The chill has finally left him, he notes with a sigh, and there's some healthy color mingling with the bruises on his face. He traces lightly along the line of Steven's jaw and weaves his fingers into Steven's hair.
"Bastard," he says quietly, "you had me fucking worried."
Steven stirs suddenly and panic strikes Daniel full in the chest as the man pushes against his hand with a smile. His eyes are open now and he's staring straight at Daniel.
"I had no idea that you cared, Lieutenant."
"Those chatty gossips," Daniel grumbles and immediately withdraws his hand. "Sleeping like a baby, my ass."
"I also heard that you rode in the ambulance and kept vigil at my side throughout the night," Steven adds with his grin thinning into something more impish. "Don't you think it's time we stopped dancing around each other and called it a draw?"
"The hell are you talking about?" The detective pushes a stray strand of hair behind his ear and glances around the room. Pursing his lips, he flicks his line of sight towards the bed again. "I guess I could settle for a truce so long as you don't develop a swollen ego and start bragging about making the first move."
Steven chuckles. "Oh, so the hound can be reasoned with?"
"Shut up," barks Daniel, reluctantly leaning down as Steven tugs on his shirt. "You're way too smug for someone as vulnerable as you are right now."
"Yeah, but I'm more than willing to compromise and humble myself if you're the prize involved," Steven whispers and lifts his head as far as he can from the pillow, softly pressing his lips to Daniel's. The reciprocation is slow and hesitant, but Daniel cooperates with a little moan and a few pushes against his lips. He tastes like Steven always imagined he would, like cold coffee, cigarettes, and sleepless nights.
Daniel gasps after Steven almost falls to the bed and he catches him, breaking their kiss. "Ugh. You're a fucking idiot, Starphase."
Steven grins up at him. "I won't argue with that."
"And I'm not the easiest guy to get along with, you know that," admits the detective as he lays Steven onto the bed again. "So, are you certain about this? I sure as hell won't make it easy for you."
"You said it yourself," answers Steven, pushing his head into Daniel's open hand. "I'm a hapless fool in need of a little tough love."
"Fine, fine..." grunts Daniel while caressing the side of Steven's face. "But don't expect me to pamper you like this again. I just feel sorry for your stupid ass is all."
Steven's grin widens to reveal some teeth. "I should fuck up more often, then."
"I mean it, you dickbag!" hollers Daniel, closing his hands into fists. "If you pull shit like this on purpose then I'll put you into ICU myself!"
Laughter fills the room and Steven trembles with the aftershocks of it. "All right, all right. I'll behave myself." His eyes glitter with mirth. "Maybe."
Daniel returns to his seat and scowls back at Steven. "You'd better or I'll beat your ass back into line."
"Is that a promise?" Steven waggles his eyebrows. "You shouldn't tease me, Lieutenant."
"Tch..." Daniel takes a sip of his coffee and looks away again with his face flushed from ear to ear. "You're fucked up, Starphase."
Steven props himself up on the pillow some and laughs when Daniel hazards another glance in his direction. "I'll take that as a compliment."
