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"Turn it off," he whispered in shock as he saw her silent laugh, shared amongst the team of girls. "Off ... turn the god-damned thing off, McCann!" The view was dizzying in its elevation, but worse in its clarity. McCann had a drone hovering over his daughter's cheerleading practice which meant he at least had someone nearby operating the mechanical device. Perhaps others too, ready to scoop her up at a moment's demand.

"Uh, uh, uh!" Spenser chortled, his finger raised warningly in Danny's direction. "What's my name, Danno? If you can't at least remember that much, this is going to be a very long, hard road for you."

The buzzing intensified in Danny's ears as he stared at Grace, unable to tear his eyes away from the larger than life screen. He didn't hear Spenser McCann at all; not a solitary word as his breath hung dangerously in his throat.

"I'm going ... to kill you!" Danny suddenly shouted. His voice grated harshly from an unbidden flux of emotional stress. "Get that thing away from her! Stay the hell away from my daughter!"

His hands clenched into tight fists as McCann laughed behind him. Seated on the large plush couch, the mercenary was only amused by his promise and entertained by his very much expected reaction. Angered more, Danny whirled around, needing less than three steps to close the distance on the seated leader. "You're a dead man!"

"No, no I don't think so. You're not going to kill me," McCann blandly stated. "You're going to calm down, sit next to me and enjoy our first evening together. Don't challenge me on this, Danno. It won't bode well for you ... or for your little girl."

Danny hesitated for a hairsbreadth, but he was too far gone at that point. His emotions were too wildly high as Grace cavorted on a large screen behind him and Spenser McCann casually rocked one knee over the other.

McCann studied the detective closely. He saw the sweat bead and the trace down the man's temple. He saw the taut anger which proved Danny to be inconsolable and completely unreasonable which forced him quickly down a different path.

"So be it," McCann murmured thoughtfully. "You certainly are so very, very stubborn." The tilt of his head was too subtle for Danny to catch, but Leon was already on the move as McCann finished speaking. He was between them before Danny had a chance to budge another inch.

"I didn't want to have to restrain you or be forced to do things …. otherwise … uncomfortable for both of us," McCann sighed loudly. "Especially on what should be our first quiet evening together. I'd wrongly assumed you'd understand through these various demonstrations. But it seems that more of a lesson is in order. Leon, try not to mar his face too much."

Danny parried the first of Leon's aggressive advances, the two sharing a rapid exchange of blows until Leon swept Danny off his feet. Danny crashed to the ground, momentarily stunned as the breath rattled out of his lungs. There, the fight turned dirty with the two escalating at an alarming rate. Leon, furious that the smaller man was managing to scrappily hold his own, and Danny becoming more desperate to put his attacker out of commission so he could have free reign against Spenser McCann.

With a deep growl, Leon watched for an opening and earned it when Danny's eyes flickered towards McCann's comfortably seated position. The swift slicing blow of his elbow caught the detective right behind his neck, dropping him instantly. Danny groaned and forced himself to move, crawling on his hands and knees for a new goal just beyond the hallway.

"I don't think so," a menacing voice growled in his ear as a well-placed kick pushed all the air from his lungs with a loud rush. Stranded on his side, Danny moaned but couldn't find traction. Seconds later, the heavily panting giant of a man, had his wrists zip-tied tightly behind his back.

"Well done, gentlemen! That was entertaining," Spenser said as Leon dragged Danny over to the plush couch where he literally threw him lengthwise on his stomach. He'd been enthralled by the fight; excited by the depth of fortitude between the two men. "Such a fighter … better than I even had imagined … practically one for one with Leon here! We will work together, boy. One day ... mark my words, we will ... and you'll apologize for being so difficult now."

"If he lives that long," Leon muttered just loud enough for his boss to hear. Yet he only earned a sly grin for the remark.

"Don't take it so hard! You might have a new sparring partner, Leon." Spenser laughed as Leon glared at him, blood dribbling from his nose to mix with the bloody cut on his already grossly fat lip. "Sit him up and get me a glass of water. Then get yourself something … along with an ice pack for your mouth."

Gagging and breathing heavily as he spat a thin trickle of his own blood from his lips, Danny stiffened when Leon heaved him upright on the couch. He was still badly dazed as he was pushed roughly into the corner cushions, fading briefly to find McCann bending over him and a water glass pushed against his lips. Danny turned his head, refusing the offer only to find his nose pinched painfully shut.

"Drink it down, Danno," McCann hissed softly as he relentlessly pressed the glass against Danny's mouth. "You will drink or eat whatever I offer you. Willingly, or not."

He felt Spenser's anger grow as the man pinned his thighs with a knee. He moaned deep in his throat, needing to open his mouth for the simple act of breathing. Fearful of what would happen on his first panted inhale as glass connected with his front teeth.

"Stop," Danny burbled, coughing as that first breath brought in a flood of water into his mouth. "Get off me."

He swallowed hard in a vain attempt to avoid a sick gag, the pressure on his nose unrelentingly strong as he was forced to both breathe and drink simultaneously. Water spilled down his face, soaking his shirt and mixing pink with his blood until the glass emptied, but Spenser wasn't done. The glass was refilled with water and Danny was forced again to drink its contents, his brain buzzing in silent warning about a tasteless danger.

"What ... was ... in that?" Danny gasped around another jagged bout of coughs. He fell back limply only after his nose was released and the glass removed from his lips. With a tired wheeze, Danny's eyes closed tightly when a clean cloth appeared in Spenser's hands. With a gentleness belying his ongoing anger, Danny's face and neck were dabbed clean of smeared blood and water. Tenderly dried as he coughed heavily and tried to catch his breath, so worn out that, at first, he made no attempt to move away.

"That's better ... I do hate a mess. Now, we try again," Spenser finally spoke, his voice still dangerously calm as he tossed the cloth aside. He grinned, one-sided, as Danny tried to shift out from under his weight. In response, he simply leaned more heavily down, perversely pleased when Danny groaned in discomfort. "Relax, Danno. We're going to get to know each other and we are going to spend a pleasant evening together. Maybe we'll watch more of your daughter's cheerleading practice in fact. A bit of a diversionary preview before our main event? "

However, he stopped his ministrations mid-way only to motion for Leon to end the video feed of Grace's cheerleading practice because he caught a glimpse of something in the school's parking lot. New activity which greatly vexed him and McCann scowled angrily.

Yet, McCann still didn't move his knee from where it continued to pin Danny's thighs to the couch. He ruefully gazed at his latest acquisition and shook his head at the smeared blood, bruising and ruined t-shirt. The water he'd forced down Danny's throat had been dosed with GHB and he knew that Danny was just beginning to feel its affects as baffled glazed blue eyes met his own.

"I can tell you're feeling better already," Spenser knowingly shared. "So much better. Right, Danno?"

"What … what did … you do?" Danny wheezed, a dim shake of his head only serving to worsen the dizziness and sudden inability to focus.

"GHB ... more commonly known as liquid ecstasy. But in your former line of work you would know that, wouldn't you, my dear boy?" Spenser drolly provided with a calm tilt of his head. With approval, he saw the professional lurking in the background of the befuddled blue irises slowly clicking his explanation into place. "I had warned you; I didn't want to go here. And yet, I should have expected it; after all, I am enamored in what makes you … so incredibly enticing. Your fight and defiance. Your damnable will despite the worst of odds; but for as much as I enjoy that, I just don't feel like arguing with you during our first night together."

"Can't … I'm … a cop," Danny weakly argued as a mellow sensation slowly eked through his body. He sighed, his eyes blinking more slowly as a calmer lethargy caused him to sink more deeply backwards and McCann's smile deepened.

"And that fact, my dear boy, only makes being with you … having you ….ever more the challenge," McCann whispered happily. "It only makes you much more interesting... enticing ... and mine to have. We will be an excellent team and though I'm not entirely patient, I am willing to work at ... us."

Danny moaned again as his vision began to swim and each of his muscles slackened to leave him completely at McCann's whim. He whimpered when he was pulled forward and pushed face down into the sofa, helpless as McCann ran his hands over his back in long smooth strokes. Completely unable to move even as the ties were sliced from his wrists.

"I like the idea of you being ... free," McCann explained lightly. "Even if it is rather ... under a false pretense. It's ... intoxicating. At least for me. Free and yet so very, very trapped."

Danny instantly thought to try to move as soon as the ties fell away, but nothing really obeyed and he only managed a feeble jerk and another muffled sound of refusal. In way of reply, McCann paused to run his fingers soothingly over his lower back, grinning in amusement as Danny tried to squirm away from him.

"Now, where are you trying to go? You'll like this. I promise," McCann whispered gently as he righted the prone man so that he had enough room to settle himself comfortably along the pillows and long seat. "Shhh, Danno. Just go with the feeling."

Danny heard the patient, condescending sigh as McCann physically hauled him up to rest against his chest. The older man then wrapped his arms around his upper body and Danny unconsciously relaxed into the embrace.

"There you are ... here we go, Danno. We'll check in on Grace later," McCann murmured quietly, his hand gently palmed Danny's forehead up so he could see the change on the wide screen TV which was now back to the sports event. He cocked his head, amused by the glassy-eyed expression which fought to focus first on his face and then on the bright screen.

"Grace?" Danny whispered. He frowned, his eyes fluttering anew as he fought his body's desire to sleep.

McCann watched Danny's face change with glee, the man fighting not only an inner turmoil, but also the drug. Not quite knowing where to settle in his emotional realm while the sounds of a loud swell of a cheering crowd filled the room.

"Come here," McCann murmured, his mood swings frightening as he kicked his shoes off and then shifted to lay further back into the corner of the large leather couch. "It's already started ... let's dispose of this quarrel and start ... fresh."

He stroked Danny's hair from his sweaty brow, moving again to get more comfortable while bringing the blonde man along with him. "You've gotten yourself rather worked up, Danny. You've already ruined your new shirt ... you need to calm yourself. Relax. Here. With me."

"Fuck. No, let ... me go ... you bastard," Danny argued with as much vehemence as he could muster, yet he was positioned against the older man's chest regardless. His battle was already a sheer loss as the drug absorbed into his system

Arms entangled and his thighs buffered on either side by McCann's. Danny's legs twitched as he tried to find traction with his feet, his heels failing at gaining purchase across the soft, slick buttery leather of the long couch. Danny fought his body to move, his hands only sloppily able to hook weakly onto to McCann's wrists where they eventually lost their slim grip.

Behind them, Leon stood at attention, still angry as he held an ice pack to his face. But his comeuppance was good enough even if dealt by another's hand. He leered and smirked in apparent glee as the detective was levered more comfortably against his powerful boss's upper body, blonde head tucked under McCann's chin as idle fingers rucked up the sweat-stained t-shirt to graze across a still heaving chest.

"Relax, enjoy the moment," McCann soothed. He could feel Danny's heart wildly pounding with each soothing stroke, but that would calm soon, too. The frenetic beat would ease significantly as the drug spread its lassitude through the man's body.

"Football, Danno. Soccer to you lot," McCann whispered happily as the cool fingers of his left hand toyed across heated, clammy skin and he sensed tense muscles falling lax one by one. He palmed the remote, increasing the volume even more to a near din before he let it slip to the floor near his discarded shoes. He then allowed his right hand to join the first on a wayward inquisitive journey, Danny's t-shirt pushed even higher as Spenser did as he pleased.

"Was I right? Do you like the way this feels, Danno?" He grinned to himself and then towards Leon, as the man stood sentry while the detective murmured in a quiet distress.

"Shhh. This is better. So much better now," Spenser murmured insistently. The sounds faded moments later, Danny's eyes now closed while he ran his fingers over the ridged plane of Danny's chest and across his stomach, then lower to the sensitive skin of his belly. "Shhh, this feels good ... so good ... relax and just let it be, Danno. Just let it be."

McCann smirked when Danny's hands moved just one more time as if to object, finally falling silent as his breath evened out entirely. The man was strong, always fighting down to the very last second and McCann found himself placing a spontaneous kiss on the top of the mussed head of blonde hair. Damp from sweat and smelling subtly of a sweet shampoo, he inhaled deeply. Finally.

His Danno was indeed strong, but he was no match for such a powerful drug. No match for him. Such inner will proved he'd need much convincing, but Spenser felt he could be generous with the time needed to coax him along. He only needed to be patient with managing his own desires.

Squirreling his own shoulders down more comfortably into the cushions, McCann sighed happily as he wrapped his arms around the younger man and hooked his right leg over Danny's with a possessive surety. Fingers gently toyed and played across a damp expanse of smooth skin in a haphazard pattern. His first evening couldn't have been much more perfect than at that very moment. All he needed now was for his team to win the football match.

"The game's just getting started. We've got five thousand Euro riding on Manchester to win. Settle in my boy ... relax. Let's get acquainted."

~ to be continued ~