Title: Tulip!
By: Dr FooFoo
Pairing: Danny/Don
Rating: PG-13
A/N: So. geekslasher and I kind of... invented this game thing. See, it was decided that Flack and Danny, being the sexy boys they are, could turn absolutely anything into porn. So, of course, to prove our theory, we had to do a little field work. The result (which is still continuing as we speak) is a series of drabble-narrative-type things that each focus on a specific noun and, of course, Flacky and Danny.

One day, Danny was assigned to this case... It was really, really stressful for him, and he was really having a hard time figuring it out. Eventually, after a few more days of straining his brain and fuming and flipping out and brooding and all that Danny-esque stuff, he finally found the final piece that connected all the evidence nicely, and he apprehended the killer (after a hot gun chase).

Exhausted and stressed, Danny fell into bed that night with a headache, relieved that Mac had given him a day off the next day.

What he wasn't expecting, however, was waking up to naked Flack kissing a soft line down his chest. Not that Danny was complaining. Humping ensued, obviously, but not for long because Danny was still stressed and tired. Flacky left and Danny fell back asleep.

Apparently he hadn't left the apartment, though, because an hour or so later, Danny woke up again, this time to quiet clanging coming from the general direction of the kitchen. He was about to get up and kick the ass of whoever was robbing him when Flack appeared in the doorway, tray of breakfast in his hands, and a tulip in his mouth.

He sat on Danny and fed him strawberries and eggs and stuff, and later said roses were too expensive, which was why he got a tulip instead. But now Danny keeps it in a little cup on the kitchen table.

The end.