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When Daniel throws the first punch, it catches Johnny off guard. It's so shocking that it doesn't hurt at first. Daniel is always ragging on Johnny for carrying around way too much anger, for being too quick to react instead of stopping and thinking, and here he is doing the exact same thing.
It makes Johnny's insides constrict with worry. Daniel doesn't normally behave this way. Something must be really fucking off. Johnny's not even that pissed off. He can see the hurt in Daniel's eyes, clear as day. He was the stupid one for bringing up Mr. Miyagi and the crazy ass box of secrets Amanda told him about.
But Johnny knows that sometimes people need to give in and let their anger go somewhere. Even though Daniel's chest is heaving and his pupils are blown wide, he's already lowering his fists and taking a step back. Johnny can see the apology on the tip of his tongue. He doesn't let him say it.
Instead, Johnny strikes back. His fist connects with Daniel's shoulder, but only because Daniel wasn't expecting it. Daniel's eyes narrow and he puts up his fists. He looks just as serious as he always does when he fights. Johnny realizes he missed seeing him like this.
Johnny starts to circle him.
"I told you man, sometimes you gotta leave it on the mat."
Daniel scoffs and then he strikes out. Johnny blocks him and then Daniel strikes again, fast. Johnny jumps to the side but misjudges the distance and Daniel's fist connects with a left rib.
"This is fucking stupid," Daniel says as he steps back.
"I don't see you dropping your fighting stance," Johnny says. "C'mon, let it out."
Daniel rolls his eyes but then he lunges. They get into a brutal rhythm as they keep trying to hit each other and miss. Johnny can see Daniel coming and is able to block almost every strike, but Daniel's intensity is back. The tension is thick between them, and Johnny's brain goes quiet just like it always does during a good fight. There's only Daniel and himself, the whole world narrowed down to fists and grunts and feet. Daniel kicks out, tries to do him dirty and sweep his leg, but Johnny jumps over him and turns.
Daniel yells, a deep guttural sound that raises the hairs on the back of Johnny's neck. Johnny thinks, finally, we're getting somewhere.
Then Daniel charges him, and Johnny lets him. Daniel gets his arms around Johnny's middle and they hit the mat inside the dojo.
The air leaves Johnhy's lungs in a woosh. He looks up at Daniel, who is straddling him. His hair is plastered to his forehead and he's breathing hard, but that wild look has left his eyes. He looks so good like this, all rung out from a hard fight. Johnny's got a sneaking suspicion the fight might have made Daniel just as hot and bothered as he's feeling. So Johnny props himself up on one elbow, and looks down.
He's pleased to find that he's right. Daniel's boner is evident, poking out the bottom of his gi.
Johnny tilts his hips up a little, just enough to bring Daniel's attention down to his crotch.
"I guess the fight helped, huh?" Johnny teases.
"Oh, fuck off," Daniel hisses, but he doesn't get up.
Johnny grabs Daniel by the hips and pushes him down. He swings his leg over Daniel's thigh so that he's the one straddling him, Daniel flat on his back.
"Just admit I'm right. Sometimes fighting from an emotional place is fine. Good, even."
Daniel bites his lip and openly stares at Johnny's mouth. Johnny grins at him while he holds Daniel's arms down against the mat. Daniel's non-answer is answer enough.
"Maybe," Daniel finally says, his voice small. "But I shouldn't make you my punching bag, Johnny."
Johnny tilts his head and then licks his lips.
"I've said this before, Larusso. Use me. I don't care." Johnny's voice is light because he's joking around. But he has told Daniel to use him before. The context was different that time, but they both had boners then, too.
Daniel scoffs. But then he tips his head up, his mouth slightly open, and Johnny knows an invitation when he sees one. He leans down and kisses Daniel, pressing him into the mat as he does.
Daniel moans softly against him, even though the kiss is practically chaste compared to what they did to each other the one and only time they'd fucked.
Johnny bites at his bottom lip delicately, and then presses another kiss there before he stops for breath.
"The kids are waiting," Johnny says against his mouth.
"Shit, you're right," Daniel says. After that, Johnny lets him up and they both adjust themselves without making eye contact.
Before Johnny can slide open the door to the dojo, Daniel grabs his arm.
"Thanks, Johnny. I'm sorry about before."
"Don't sweat it," Johnny says with a shrug. He turns away before Daniel can see his lame ass smile.