Danny strolled out of Max's office with the case paperwork he had just collected. McGarrett had once again been silent on the subject of the previous night, and Danny hasn't said a word either, as if it were all a dream or an alternate universe event or something that just didn't encroach on their normal lives. Although he was pretty sure he'd caught his boss staring at his ass a couple of times, and maybe it wasn't a coincidence that when getting dressed that morning he'd gone for the dark grey slacks that a drunk Kono had once said showed off his rear end beautifully (read: announced to the entire patronage of Side Streets while pointing and wolf whistling - no more tequila for Kono was the rule now).

Aside from the glances, Steve had in fact been very quiet for the whole morning, much more so than usual, and Danny was a little worried that he'd stepped over a line last night and wasn't aware.

They had certainly both appeared to enjoy it at the time.

He hit the button for the elevator to take him back up to the Five-0 offices and waited, letting his mind drift back to the previous evening and visualised bending Steve over his couch again. His dick twitched at the mental image and he told himself he had to compartmentalise - no good getting a raging boner at work!

It was then that a strong hand clasped around his mouth and nose, muffling a surprised yelp, before he was dragged backwards into a supply closet and the door was slammed and locked behind him. He was pushed up against the closed door, chest first, and he dropped the file as he automatically grabbed at the hand covering his face and tried to speak.

"Shhhh," he felt the hot breath on his ear sending tingles down his spine and relaxed a little.

A sneak attack at work, you bastard! he thought, though he was far from angry as his cock began to fill with fresh vigour. He planted his palms against the solid wood of the door in front of him to steady himself.

The hand was removed from his mouth and he tried to turn around, but he was shoved back into the door and pinned there by the weight and pressure of Steve's body pressed in a hot line against him. He heard the soft sound of silk slipping over skin as Steve drew the tie he'd accidentally left at his house out straight between his fingers, and then it was carefully slipped around Danny's eyes and tied in place.

He gasped as one of Steve's hands slid down the front of his body and rubbed a palm over his erection through his slacks, and as he opened his mouth another hand smoothed up of the stubble on his throat and jaw and a finger slipped into his mouth. He bit down gently to hold the finger in place and swirled his tongue around the tip, drawing a growl from the Navy SEAL immobilizing him against the door.

Steve grabbed Danny's broad shoulders, spinning him around and shoving him back against the door, demonstrating that he was in control of this session. Danny held up his hands and splayed his fingers, as if he had a gun pointed at him, and leaned back against the door to show his submission, and was rewarded with a gentle kiss which very quickly turned hot and dirty. Steve licked along his jaw and nibbled on Danny's earlobe, eliciting a breathy 'oh fuck...' from the detective's lips. Steve allowed himself a dirty snigger into Danny's ear as he ran his tongue over the sensitive skin and turned his partner's knees to jelly, letting his hands roam all over Danny's broad chest and down over his stomach, tugging his shirt out of his slacks and running his fingers over the bare skin underneath.

Danny let out a loud moan at the feel of Steve's rough fingertips, and one of the hands shot up to once again cover his mouth.

"Be quiet, or I'll have to gag you," Steve's voice was hoarse and full of heat.

Danny whimpered and nodded his head. This was... unbelievably hot!

Steve's hot mouth went back to his ear, and trailed down over his throat, licking and nipping as he went, fingers fumbling with the buttons on Danny's dress shirt and popping them open one by one, before finally going to the tie which was around his neck and pulling him forward into a deep, passionate kiss.

Danny leaned up into Steve, tipping his head back and lifting up on his toes slightly to compensate for their height difference, and his hands went to Steve's biceps to steady himself. Steve grabbed his wrists, breaking the kiss, and pushed his partner back up against the door, holding his wrists up high and pinning him in place.

"Am I going to have to tie you up, or are you going to behave?" His voice was low and dangerous in Danny's ear, raising the hairs on the back of his neck and making him shiver.

"Oh god, yes..." Danny stuttered.

There was a short pause before Steve replied, and Danny could hear his smile in his voice, "Which one are you saying yes to?"

Danny licked his lips, doing it slowly to ensure Steve saw it, imagining his hazel-blue eyes following his tongue. "Both..." he sighed.

Why did he feel like he could be so open with Steve? Why did he feel safe with this trained killing machine taking control and holding him captive? He felt like he could put his fantasies, his safety and his life, in this man's hands, and never have to worry about it being the wrong decision. It felt so extreme, like giving a delicate glass ornament to a huge burly giant and knowing that he wouldn't crush it.

Trust. Pure and simple and honest.

Steve hummed an appreciative noise against Danny's throat and clamped both of the detective's wrists over his head in one hand, the other brushing over Danny's ear and giving his throat a gentle squeeze before tugging free the tie from around his neck. He slid the material slowly from under the shirt collar before bringing Danny's hands down in between then and wrapping it around his wrists, tying it firmly but not too tight.

Teeth grazed over his throat and collarbone, and Danny heard someone whining breathlessly before he even realised it was him. Steve pushed open his unbuttoned shirt and worked his way down over the soft hair covering his chest and stomach, until he was kneeling in front of his partner and wrestling with his belt and zipper.

Danny felt hot breath caress his cock as it was released from the confines of his boxers and he shivered involuntarily. Steve took hold of Danny's tied wrists with one hand and used the other to kneed his ass cheek and grip his hip as he began to run his tongue up the shaft in a slow torturous movement.

The detective tried to thrust forward but was held firmly in place by his partner, who dug his fingers in as a warning for misbehaving. A quick nip to the skin on his pelvic bone stilled him completely and he sighed as he let Steve have full control. The hand on his wrists slipped down in between his thighs and nudged them until he widened his stance, making him step out of his shoes and pants which had still been around his ankles while Steve moved them to one side.

Steve took him into his mouth and sucked gently, tonguing the slit and around the head as his hands disappeared from Danny's skin. The sound of a lube sachet being ripped open was Danny's only warning before slick fingers parted his ass cheeks and rubbed over his hole. He bit his lip to stop the moan and let out a huff of air through his nose instead as Steve pushed a finger inside.

The SEAL continued the blow job in earnest, putting his all into it, taking Danny's cock deep into his throat and making little humming noises which sent vibrations through the blonde's body, making him gasp and sigh. His fingers worked Danny's hole open, two now sliding in and out, curving round to rub over his prostate a couple of times teasingly while his thumb massaged his perineum.

Danny resisted the temptation to place his hands on Steve's head, knowing he might get a more severe punishment for any further transgressions. Even that thought brought him closer to orgasm as three fingers now worked their way inside him.

Steve's hot, wet mouth engulfed his cock again, throat muscles working around the head and the occasional tiny scrape of blunt teeth on his shaft made him push his head back against the door and arch his back.

"Oh god Steve, 'm gonna-"

The fingers slid over Danny's prostate again and applied pressure there, while Steve simultaneously pulled his cock all the way into his throat. Danny's world went white as he came, hard and unrelenting into Steve's mouth as the man swallowed him down greedily. Danny bit the inside of his lip so hard to keep from crying out that he drew blood, and the next thing he knew he was on his knees, straddling Steve who was still kneeling on the floor, being held up by strong arms as he tried to steady his breathing.

Steve was rubbing big comforting circles on his back, kissing his neck and the side of his face as he came back to himself.

"Oh my god..." Danny managed to huff out as his vision cleared, "God that was..."

Steve laughed in his ear, "Hm, I gathered," he muttered, lifting Danny's bound hands up over his head so that they were draped around his neck and shoulders.

Then he lifted Danny's ass up, lined himself up having divested himself of his cargo pants and boxers at some earlier point and already rolled a condom onto himself, and lowered Danny's open hole onto his cock.

He had to quickly throw a hand over the detective's mouth as he practically howled Steve's name, and brought Danny's head down so that he could swap his hand for his mouth in keeping his partner quiet as he settled back Danny into his lap, sliding in until he was completely sheathed inside the other man.

Danny sighed into his mouth as he adjusted to Steve's size again, and then began fighting for dominance in the kiss which ensued, tongues and teeth clashing until Steve lifted him up and slammed him back down again, winning control of the kiss through distraction techniques Danny had never quite experienced before.

Steve grabbed the blonde hair at the nape of his partner's neck and pulled his head back, kissing and biting at the stubbled skin, all the time using his other arm to lift Danny's ass up and lower him back down, controlling the speed and depth of the thrusts.

Danny pulled his hair from Steve's grasp and fastened his mouth onto his partner's earlobe, and it was Steve's turn to stifle a loud moan against Danny's chest.

Both of his hands went to Danny's gorgeous ass, raising him and pushing him back down faster and harder while the blonde nibbled Steve's earlobe and sent him over the edge.

Fingers dug into his hips, adding to the bruises from the first night, and Danny grinned an evil grin as he squeezed tightly around Steve while pulling up slightly along his spasming cock, drawing an even bigger orgasm from his partner. His smugness was short lived, however, as he suddenly found a full set of sharp teeth clamping down on his right shoulder.

"ACK!" was all he could manage before pushing his mouth against Steve's neck to stop himself crying out even louder. His bound hands scrabbled for purchase at the back of Steve's head before catching the hair there and tearing his partner's teeth out of his flesh, pulling his head back.

"God, Steve, you bastard!" he yelped, unable to put his hands to his wound and check the damage.

Steve, for his part, appeared to be trying to remember simply how to breathe as the last waves of orgasm left his body shaking.

Danny brought his hands in between their bodies, struggling with his bonds.

"Here, sit back," Steve whispered hoarsely and Danny complied, letting himself be lowered backward onto his ass on the cold floor, before hearing "Shit, Danny you're bleeding, I'm so sorry."

"You bit me, you absolute cock," Danny growled, still pulling against the tie on his wrists. He could hear Steve moving around the room, opening a box and tearing open a packet, before something cold and wet was applied to his shoulder. Sharp pain ripped into him and added to the dull hot ache already settling in there.

"Ah, fuck off!" He swung his hands out and connected with what felt like Steve's bicep.

"Sorry buddy, it's disinfectant. It'll help," Steve mumbled, guilt peppering his words. "God Danny, I'm sorry, that was just... too intense... I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just when you did that thing... wow..."

Danny felt Steve smooth a pad over his shoulder and stick it down at the edges, and figured the box he'd found must have been the first aid kit.

He heard Steve pulling his clothes back on and sat quietly for a few seconds before coughing loudly. "Um, I'm still a little tied up here, babe?"

Steve laughed from somewhere across the room, "Yeah I need to make sure I can get away before I release you, I'm pretty sure you're not my greatest fan right now!" He sounded like he was smiling, but his voice was tight as well. He must feel really bad about the bite.

But the weird thing was, Danny didn't mind. Yeah, it hurt like a bitch, but he knew his partner didn't mean to hurt him, and the fact that he had driven Steve so far over the edge that he had lost control like that actually made his chest swell with pride.

He still trusted the guy with his life. And, he was beginning to realise, maybe a bit more. Maybe something else just as precious.

Steve hooked his hands around Danny's biceps and helped him into a standing position, and before Steve could say anything else, Danny grabbed his partner's t-shirt and pulled him down into a sweet kiss. The taller man tensed for a second before relaxing into the detective's mouth, sighing softly. Danny tried to project all his forgiveness through his mouth and into Steve, making the contact gentle and loving. Steve's hands went to the sides of Danny's face before his left hand drifted to the shorter man's injured shoulder, carefully skirting the edge of the bandage.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as they pulled away from each other.

"I know," Danny gave him a gentle smile, "I know you are. It's okay." He didn't have to see Steve's eyes to know he meant his apology.

A small penknife blade slipped between Danny's wrists and sliced off his bonds.

There was a moment of silence before Danny cleared his throat and took a breath in.

"Steve... did you just cut my tie?"

"Um..." Steve mumbled.

And then, like a speeding bullet, Steve was gone, practically breaking the lock on the door in his haste.

Danny pulled his blindfold off and glared at the remains of his tie on the floor, before breaking into a grin.

"Neanderthal..." he muttered as he re-dressed himself and stuffed the bits of tie into his pants pocket, collecting the dropped case file from by the door. He slid the blue silk tie around his neck and tied it with practiced ease. It was a little dressy for work, and maybe slightly crumpled from its moonlighting as a blindfold, but it was better than nothing.

He sneaked out of the small room and into the nearest bathroom and tidied himself up, smoothing his hair down and trying to make it look vaguely like he hadn't just been molested in a supply closet by his ninja boss.

When he walked back into the Five-0 bullpen, Steve was in the doorway to his own office, leaning against the door jam and talking to Chin. He nodded at Danny as if he hadn't just left him naked downstairs.

Chin walked towards Danny, taking the file off him when it was offered. "Mahalo, bruh. You took your time down there, you get lost or something?"

Danny laughed and just shrugged in reply, regretting it immediately when pain spiked in his shoulder again. Chin stopped and looked him up and down, a frown creasing his normally placid features. "You change your tie, bruh?"

Danny tried to hold down the blush that suddenly spread over his cheeks and tugged self-consciously at the tie. "Yeah I uh, spilled coffee on the other one."

Chin shrugged and continued on his way to his office, while Danny shot Steve a glare across the room. The SEAL was trying and almost failing to stop himself laughing, and had to dash into his office and close the door before he gave the game away.

Danny closed his own office door behind him and settled carefully into his chair, still feeling a little sore.

An email pinged up on his laptop and he clicked it open.

Nice tie, think I recognise it from somewhere? -S

Danny hit reply,

You owe me a NEW TIE, animal - D

*ping* You look better without a tie, anyway... I won that round - S

Danny smirked,

I better not catch anything from that bite... like an inability to follow procedure, or neanderthalism or something. You won that battle (sort of), but I'll win the war - D

*ping* 'Sort of'? - S

You just lost your puny mind and bit me, that was MY doing. Bet you can't push me that far! - D

*ping* Challenge accepted - S

Danny grinned and settled back in his chair, shivering in anticipation.