Hi everybody, welcome to my new story, Truth and Lies.
If you are here from Low or Broken Blue, welcome back! If not, welcome! Please note this story has warning for non-con. If this triggers you in the slightest, please do not read. This is the prologue, an is, as such very, very short. The first chapter should be out tomorrow. I hope you enjoy this. Please let me know what you think.
Rose xx
Don't own now and never have.
The door clatters open and uneven footfalls echo through the near empty house. Danny stands up, smiling. He's missed his SEAL. They'd both been pulled in a hundred directions during the week, and though it was Friday and Danny had been home, Steve had been forced to head to a bar for an undercover meet with a suspect. But they're finally in the same house, with two days to themselves. Grace is on the mainland visiting Rachel's old friends for the next fortnight and Danny couldn't wait to see his partner.
"Hey babe." He flicks on the hall light and stops dead. Steve is swaying in the entranceway. As Danny comes closer he can see the blue eyes are blown wide and that's when the smell hits him. He can smell cigarettes Steve swore he'd never touch. He can smell other men. Steve smells like sweat and sex and betrayal and it puts a dagger through Danny's heart. If the smell wasn't enough, the mussed hair and unevenly buttoned shirt would have been.
"Get out." Danny growls, he doesn't need to hear whatever it is Steve has to say.
Steve looks confused. "Danno?" His voice is small an any other time it would break Danny's heart.
"You don't get to call me that. Ever. Not now. Get out before I do something I'll regret." The hurt is flooding through Danny and all he feels is anger.
Steve opens his mouth to respond, swaying further. He knows deep down he should be a little worried, should let Steve explain because he would never do anything like cheat of all things and he's clearly drunk, something that happens rarely enough Danny can count it on one hand and never on a case. But everything is overridden by the hurt.
"Out!" Danny yells, voice breaking as he tries to hold back the sobs that desperately want to break free. Steve tilts his head to the side, eyes doe-wide and confused. But orders have been a part of his life longer than Danny, and he turns to leave. If Danny wasn't blinking back tears, he may have noted the limp Steve walked with. He may have seen the red-brown stain slowly spreading on the back of Steve's once tawny cargos.
Like I said, so very short, but I hope I've hooked at least some of you. Please review, follow and favourite. See you next time,
Rose xx