The Wings of Icarus Were Transplanted

08:53 pm June 25th, 2006




			The Wings of Icarus Were Transplanted - FIC: Resonance 5/6

lasergirl


	FIC: Resonance 5/6
	The teaser part into part 6.... Title: Resonance Fandom: CSI: NY Rating: Mature for sure Warnings: Uhm... porn? Notes: scarletts_awry is having a Yay!Porn!Weekend and this is my submission. This takes place in Power Generation-verse. Follows A City Alive. Post-"Care of this Post". Previously Posted: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four. It ended up that Danny stayed the night. Well, he couldn't go home because Flack needed him, and Danny wasn't really the kind of guy to turn down a friend in need, was he? And there was only the one bed... they got over that hurdle pretty fast when Flack dug in the top drawer of his dresser for an extra pair of pyjama pants and hit Danny in the chest with them, a burst of printed cotton and fabric softener. "You?" Danny held them up at his waist and the ankles flopped to the floor. "I like the cowboy print. It's an homage to the myth of the American Frontier." Flack shook his head and went into the tiny bathroom to brush his teeth. "You know," he said over a mouthful of mint foam, "I coulda sent you home the moment you showed up." "Sure, even though I brought food." Danny rolled up the cuffs on his pants to ankle-length and they swam on him. He looked like someone's younger brother trying to look like his elder. "Remind me next time I get a sentimental bone in my body that you don't appreciate that sort of thing." "Oh, well I can't say that," Flack spat into the sink and wiped a dab of froth from the corner of his mouth. "It's nice to have company over. It's been sort of a wreck... lately." The last word hung lamely, and they both knew what it meant. Danny had been lucky when his family found out about his power. It was a shrug and jerk of the chin, whaddya gonna do 'bout it? It was still a fraction better than having an older brother still running with Tanglewood when the indiscretions of adolescence had passed. But Flack's parents... how horrible was that? When your son was nearly killed - and not just killed, it was a goddamn explosion that totalled a building - and the best you could do was show up at his bedside and squawk at him. For what? Being something he couldn't help? Danny scowled and turned away from the bathroom. "I just didn't want you to be left alone," he mumbled. Between his fingers, there was a faint flicker of blue flame. He looked at his hands, turned them over and opened them so the fire sat cupped in his palms. He felt Flack come up behind him, long arms snaking around his waist. Flack gave a little noise of appreciation. "I don't think I've seen you do that before," he said softly. His mouth was inches away from Danny's ear, and the scent of mint wavered between them. Danny shrugged. "The City of New York doesn't like its officers to publically display their abilities. Unless it's shooting bad guys in the head. You know that." He'd always had pretty good control of it, because being a show-off meant you had to have a little aptitude to start with. The flames died down on his palms until only one fingertip was lit. He blew gently on the tip to extinguish it, and it went out in a little breath of smoke. Flack said, "Come to bed. There's something I want to show you." Questions? Comments? Always appreciated. Tags: csi power generation, fic

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	From: zekkass	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:09 am (UTC)		(Link)

The flames died down on his palms until only one fingertip was lit. He blew gently on the tip to extinguish it, and it went out in a little breath of smoke.

The imagery here is wonderful.

Great job! And now I can't wait for the next part...;D

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	From: lasergirl	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:29 am (UTC)		(Link)

I am slaving away at it as we speak!!!!! and oh, the pain.

i mean, the porn.

heeee!

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	From: hannahrorlove	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:27 am (UTC)		(Link)

As ever, it's the details you include that really make this piece work: mint foam, too-long pajamas, the smoke. It gives the work extra texture.

And by hook or by crook, there will be more porn from me tonight. If you don't see it then there's always tomorrow morning.

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	From: lasergirl	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:29 am (UTC)		(Link)

It'll have to be early tomorrow morning... I am leaving at 8.

*sobs*

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	From: hannahrorlove	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:30 am (UTC)		(Link)

I'll have to make it extra good porn, then, as a good-bye present.

*passes you a fresh hankie*

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	From: xjestx	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:33 am (UTC)		(Link)

I like the cowboy print. It's an homage to the myth of the American Frontier.

I love you. Seriously, LOVE!

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	From: lasergirl	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:34 am (UTC)		(Link)

*nibbles*

come into my bedroom, said the spider to the fly.

*cryptic*

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	From: xjestx	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:35 am (UTC)		(Link)

Eeeeeee!

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	From: lasergirl	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:36 am (UTC)		(Link)

I was thinking you should make rye toast with butter or something. help keep my strength up. :P

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	From: xjestx	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:38 am (UTC)		(Link)

You can't still be hungry after all that delicious corn. AMBROSIA! Okay, toast it is...unless you would prefer the sweet, sweet icecream.

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	From: lasergirl	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:39 am (UTC)		(Link)

it's only 9:30... if you want icecream, we can do that, but sooner or later I'm going to call in the 'toast' card and then you're doomed.

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	From: xjestx	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:40 am (UTC)		(Link)

Oh, yeah? Well my dog wants to hump you.

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	From: lasergirl	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:41 am (UTC)		(Link)

NUTS TO THAT!

it insinuates that not only am I humpable, but I am humpable form a place where I have never been!

.... toast.

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	From: xjestx	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:42 am (UTC)		(Link)

Okay, I'll make you some damn toast already.

To reciprocate, while you are in exile, you should write me a Nero Wolfe story about toast.

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	From: lasergirl	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:43 am (UTC)		(Link)

OOOOOOHHHH.

"The one about toast."

where Archie gets uhmm..... shot or something. Maybe his fingers broken with pliers. ;P

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	From: xjestx	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:44 am (UTC)		(Link)

...and then they had sex.

Toast is in the toaster.

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	From: lasergirl	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:45 am (UTC)		(Link)

TOAST

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	From: xjestx	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:50 am (UTC)		(Link)

Sex in the red chair!

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	From: lasergirl	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:55 am (UTC)		(Link)

... I can't think of something to trump that. I actually can't. I wracked my brain, and nothing I could come up with won.

Damn.

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	From: lasergirl	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:44 am (UTC)		(Link)

I HEAR TOAST MAKING. I WIN AT PORN!!!

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	From: xjestx	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:45 am (UTC)		(Link)

I deserve PORN for this.

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	From: lasergirl	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:46 am (UTC)		(Link)

*chained to keyboard*

why are you messaging me from your bedroom???? *licks*

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	From: xjestx	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:52 am (UTC)		(Link)

Did I mention that all your fans want sex in the red chair?

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	From: lasergirl	Date: June 26th, 2006 12:55 am (UTC)		(Link)

Pfui! I have no fans. Is this flummery?

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	From: xjestx	Date: June 26th, 2006 01:21 am (UTC)		(Link)

I'd have to consult a dictionary.

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	From: scarletts_awry	Date: June 26th, 2006 02:21 am (UTC)		(Link)

Okay, usually AUs aren't much my thing, but I'm totally getting sucked into this. There's something so visceral in your descriptions--I particularly love Flack's sense-relationship to metal.

And I find very believable the core Danny/Flack relationship here--or, rather, the way in which things just happen between them without either one of them directly talking or even thinking about what's going on.

...Though, really, I'm evil? When you end with a sentence like that?

*pokes you for part six*

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	From: lasergirl	Date: June 26th, 2006 02:24 am (UTC)		(Link)

PART SIX IS DONE. Just as you requested. *loves*

And hey, I'm not usually about the AUs, but there's something about this 'verse that sort of worms its way into my brain and sort of makes me incapable of seeing it in any other light. and that sort of persuasion, well, I can't resist.

porn it is, then. YAY!

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	From: neviditelny	Date: August 21st, 2006 03:28 am (UTC)		(Link)

But Flack's parents... how horrible was that? When your son was nearly killed - and not just killed, it was a goddamn explosion that totalled a building - and the best you could do was show up at his bedside and squawk at him. For what? Being something he couldn't help? Danny scowled and turned away from the bathroom.

"I just didn't want you to be left alone," he mumbled. Between his fingers, there was a faint flicker of blue flame. He looked at his hands, turned them over and opened them so the fire sat cupped in his palms.

He felt Flack come up behind him, long arms snaking around his waist. Flack gave a little noise of appreciation. "I don't think I've seen you do that before," he said softly. His mouth was inches away from Danny's ear, and the scent of mint wavered between them.

Danny shrugged. "The City of New York doesn't like its officers to publically display their abilities. Unless it's shooting bad guys in the head. You know that." He'd always had pretty good control of it, because being a show-off meant you had to have a little aptitude to start with. The flames died down on his palms until only one fingertip was lit. He blew gently on the tip to extinguish it, and it went out in a little breath of smoke.

Flack said, "Come to bed. There's something I want to show you."

This is absolutely beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. And I wonder what Flack has to show Danny in the bedroom. ;)

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