A/N: WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT

I apologize for the previous posting. Here is another attempt.

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What Hurts…

Steve watches as the last of them walk out of HQ, turning back to the one person still there. He walks into the office, sitting down hard on the couch.

"You ready to go?" He asks the blonde behind the desk.

Danny looks up, dreading that question. He knows he needs to tell Steve about Rachel and while everyone was around, he had an excuse, but now that everyone is gone, there is nothing to keep him from telling.

"I guess." He mumbles.

"Danny, look, why don't we just head on back to my place and we can talk there. Obviously something is going on."

Danny just nods, not able to look him in the eye.

Steve stands, opens the door and waits for Danny to precede him. Shutting down the table, turning off the lights, he locks the door behind him and follows the blonde out the door. Driving back to his house, he keeps glancing over at Danny, who still has not been able to look at him. He can't figure out what's bothering him. He's free; has been cleared of all charges and Five-0 is back in business. Steve just wants to get him home and curl up with him and see where that leads. Being stuck in a cell with no other company for a week has him on edge. Sure, he'd taken care of business and jacked himself off a few times, but it left him feeling unsatisfied. He wanted to be in his lovers arms, if only to just hold him. That was the comfort he was looking for.

But looking at the man in the passenger seat, he can't help but think about that night before this all started and just how amazing the shower had been. Half his attention on the road, he thinks back on that shower and all he wanted to do to the man sitting next to him and he feels the familiar warmth starting low in his abdomen and growing outward. He feels his cock start to twitch and he tries to tame it. They need to talk and not jump into bed with each other. But he is having a hard time controlling that part of his body and by the time they reach the house, he's almost flying full staff. He sees Danny get out and head to the front door, his ass looking so good in his pants and Steve figures it can't hurt if they talk after the sex. A week is a long time to not touch another human being in that way.

Getting out of the car quickly, he follows Danny up the walk and in the front door.

Danny walks in the front room, dreading what is to come. What he wants and what he needs to do have never been more at odds. He feels Steve come up behind him and hears the door close, the lock slipping into place. He starts to turn and he feels Steve against his back, his arms going around him and his breath in his ear.

"I want you, Danno. I NEED you." He moans as his hands move up and down, rubbing and caressing Danny's torso.

"Steve, listen…" He starts but the lips on his neck, just below his ear, cause him to gasp, his previously flaccid cock now taking notice.

Steve untucks his shirt, pulling it over his head and wraps it around his wrists behind his back. "You're mine, tonight, Danny. I missed you while I was sitting in that cell. I imagined you, your hands all over me, teasing my cock, sticking your tongue down my throat as you prepared me for your thick, beautiful dick. I want that now, Danny. I want you to fuck me." He breathes into Danny's ear as one hand moves around, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Holding tight to the bound wrists, he slides the pants down, stepping between Danny's legs to hold them down.

Danny feels Steve's hard thigh move against his ass, his foot stepping on his pants. He's trying to resist but when he feels the large, warm hand move to the front of his boxers and grasp his now semi-hard cock, he steps right out of his shoes and pants, standing now only in his boxers and socks. He tries to pull away, but Steve's hold on his wrists is tight, his hand around his now hardening cock, solid. He actually whimpers, knowing he needs to tell Steve now, before anything happens and he's determined to do that, turning his head to look Steve in the eye but all willpower melts away as the hand releases his cock only to slide inside the shorts and take it in his hand, slowly stroking it.

"Dammit, Steve." He whispers, voice hoarse.

"I want you, Danny. I NEED you." Steve grunts in his ear.

Danny tries to turn around but Steve holds him tight, his hand continuing to stoke his now fully erect cock. He feels the warm, moist mouth on his, the big tongue prodding for entry. Danny opens his lips and the tongue goes deep, seeking out every surface as if it's been years. Danny responds and the all too familiar dance begins. He strains at the bonds around his wrists, but they are tight, his shirt not giving at all. His breathing speeds up as the hand on his cock moves faster and his hips start to buck in rhythm with the hand.

"Fuck, Steve, keep that up and I'm gonna blow right here!" Danny groans out, trying one more time to get away.

"Oh, don't worry, Daniel. I don't want you to cum until you're deep inside. I won't let that happen. Not until I'm ready." Steve's voice is low and almost threatening. He pulls his hand out of Danny's boxers, a growl of frustration leaving the blondes mouth. "I think we need to get a little bit more comfortable." He pushes Danny to the stairs, hands holding the wrists tight, pushing him up the stairs to the bedroom. Stopping a couple of feet from the end of the bed, Steve tightens the shirt, making sure he can't get out and turns him to face him. Gazing into his eyes, he gets lost in their blueness; falling deep into those pools and losing himself. He never wants to surface again. Stepping up to him, Steve places a hand on each side of Danny's face, leans down and kisses him lightly, no demands or expectations.

Danny, not expecting that, kisses him back with no demands. It's the most wonderful kiss he's had in his life and he doesn't want it to end. He struggles to get his hands free and realizes there's not a chance. Damn Navy knots! He leans against Steve, wanting to tangle his hands in Steve's hair, pulling him closer but he can't. He moans in frustration, moving around, straining at the bonds.

"Let me go, Steve. Please?" He mumbles against the lips caressing his.

"Not yet, Daniel. Relax. You're fine." Steve whispers back, his hands caressing down Danny's neck, over his shoulders, down his sides to his hips. "I'm gonna make you scream before allowing you to fuck me. You're gonna be begging me." He nuzzles Danny's neck, his tongue licking along his collar bone.

He backs Danny against the end of the bed, remaining upright and slowly and methodically licks and kisses every inch of Danny's shoulders, collar bones and neck. He works his way down his chest, leaving no spot untouched.

Danny, feeling every move of Steve's tongue, is thrown back to the first night they spent together when Steve said he was going to get to know every inch of him. And he did, front and back. He shudders at the thought of it happening again since he was ready to explode and that was the first time he'd fucked Steve. He feels his boxers sliding down his legs to his ankles and, opening his eyes, looks down as Steve kneels in front of him. Wait! When did he remove his clothes? Damn, this man IS really a ninja. It had never even registered when Steve removed his clothes, his sense of touch dominating all else. He feels the lips and tongue moving down one leg and up the other, avoiding his balls and cock.

He wonders what is going to happen as he is pushed back on the bed. Steve crawls next to him, pulling up to the headboard by sheer strength. Danny feels him reach up to the headboard, fiddling with something and then move to straddle his legs, holding him completely still. He pulls him up to a sitting position, reaches around his back and undoes the shirt. Holding the hands tightly, he brings them together in front and reties them. Danny tried to struggle away but Steve had too strong a hold on him.

"Steve, please?" He pleads to be let go.

Steve grins, "I told you not to worry. I have plans. You're safe, Danno. No plans to hurt you. You should know that. I would never hurt you." He chuckles, "Now, frustrate the hell out of you? Oh yeah! That I plan to do." He raises Danny's hands above his head and loops the belt he's attached to the headboard through the shirt. Danny is now stuck on the bed, completely naked, his cock bouncing on his thigh. Steve licks his lips, eyes roving up and down Danny's body.

Without notice, Steve flips Danny over on his stomach, making sure to put a pillow under his hips to protect his precious cock. Then starting at the nape of his neck, Steve licks, kisses and sucks his way down Danny's back, covering every inch. He stops for a moment when he reaches Danny's ass. Grabbing it with both hands, he kneads and massages the beautiful cheeks, making sure to stay away from his hole. Leaning back over, he licks, bites and kisses all over, moving down each leg.

Standing at the end of the bed, he looks at the man spread out on it and strokes his own throbbing cock lightly. He wants to climb back up on this man, lube him up and slide his cock all the way up his ass, but he knows Danny's not ready for that, yet, no matter how much that would mean to Steve. He continues to lightly stroke his cock, wondering if he could get it up a second time. His other hand moves down to cradle his balls and he groans, feeling them full and round. He can't control himself anymore and he climbs up on the bed, spreading Danny's legs wide. He kneels between them, hands grabbing the ass in front of him, massaging it hard.

"Fuck, Danny, your ass is so beautiful. It's perfect." He leans forward, grabbing the lube he'd thrown on the bed earlier. Filling his hand, he spreads it between both hands, one moving to Danny's ass and the other to his own cock. Slipping down into the crease between the ass cheeks, he spreads the lube up and down while slicking up his own cock.

"Steve? What the hell are you doing? Listen, I'm not…" Danny begins.

"Don't worry, Danny, that's not what I have in mind. Trust me." He lets go of his own cock, grabbing the bottle of lube and squeezes some more onto Danny's ass. Using both hands, he spreads it all around and in between the cheeks, but never entering his hole and then leans over as he spreads them, slipping his cock between the cheeks. Resting for a moment on top of Danny, he plants his hands on either side of Danny and begins a slow thrust between the cheeks of his ass. Putting more of his weight on Danny, he starts thrusting harder and faster, needing to feel that rush just before he explodes. He can tell that Danny is getting worked up to by the bucking of his hips and the noises coming out of his mouth.

"Oh, I can't have you cumming just yet, Daniel." He grunts out as his orgasm starts to build. He leans on one arm, sliding the other between Danny and the pillow and grabbing him at the base of his cock and squeezing tight. Danny grunts as he feels his orgasm stopped dead while listening to the building of Steve's.

Knowing that he's stopping Danny from an orgasm gives Steve a fierce feeling of power over him and that adds to his arousal. He feels his balls swell and fill , his cock becoming painfully large and that familiar tingle at the base of his spine. His hips move faster, the friction of his cock between the cheeks of Danny's ass and the feeling of power takes him over that edge. His orgasm rips through him, better than anything in the last week and he yells out as he explodes all over Danny back and ass. He lets go of any walls and enjoys the ecstasy of his orgasm.

Danny, feeling the hot liquid on his back, tries to wiggle out of Steve's grasp so he can experience his own orgasm. He needs to cum now. Once that's done, he can get Steve to let him go and he can tell him what he needs to. But his physical needs have to be taken care of first. His focus is to distracted by the large, warm hand holding him at the base of his aching cock, keeping him from having his own release. He's amazed, again, at the amount of self-control the man has.

Steve, leaning heavily on his left arm, his right wrapped around Danny's torso, hand grasping his cock, breathes heavily as he comes down from the high of his orgasm, chuckles. Fuck, I needed that. Now I can concentrate on driving the man below me absolutely insane until he's begging to fuck me. Moving quick as a big cat, he flips his lover over onto his back, letting go of his hot, throbbing cock and lies next to him, just looking at how hot this man is. It was all he could think about while he was in that cell…the fabulous body lying next to him. But even more, the beautiful man that inhabits that body. He knew that Danny was doing everything he could to get him out. He knew the man he loves would get him out…legally…and be able to continue the wonderful life they have available to them.

He caresses Danny's chest, running his hand through the matted, sweaty chest hair. He smiles as Danny opens his eyes which are full of frustration and near desperation.

"Let me go, Steve. Please?" He asks calmly. Or as calmly as he can. His cock feels as if it going to explode. "Or at least jerk me off. Give me something. I NEED to cum!"

"I told you, Daniel, you will get to. But only when you're buried balls deep inside me." He grins big, his hand sliding down the slick abdomen, surrounding the thick, throbbing cock. He doesn't move his hand, just holds it. He leans over, his face just above Danny's, his tongue slipping between his lips and licking at Danny's mouth. Immediately, his lips open, allowing Steve's tongue to delve deep. Danny groans at the kiss, sucking hard on Steve's tongue, taking it as deep as he can. He hopes to distract Steve enough that he will give him just enough friction to get off.

But no such luck. The SEAL's control is to good and his hand doesn't move. It just surrounds the stiff member as if waiting. Steve breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down Danny's jaw to his ear, kissing and licking lightly at it. Danny groans, moving his hips to try and get any kind of friction. Steve increases the pressure, just a little, to keep there from being any friction.

"Not yet. I'm not ready, but I need to keep you just on the edge. I want you to scream when you cum deep inside me." He whispers, licking down Danny's neck to the spot he knows drives him crazy.

Danny moans and whimpers as Steve teases and tortures him. With all pride leaving him, he whines, "Please? Please, Steve? I need to cum."

Steve chuckles against his throat and releases Danny's cock. Moving swiftly, he straddles Danny's waist, back to him, lube in his hands. He squeezes a generous amount into one hand, reaches behind him and begins to prep himself, rubbing his fingers in the crease and then one sliding in his tight hole up to the second knuckle. Working it in and out, he adds a second, stretching himself out. He squeezes lube all over his semi-hard cock and then starts stroking himself, building himself toward another massive orgasm. He wants to feel just as explosive as he knows Danny will.

Danny watches in fascination as Steve preps himself. He's never seen anyone do that before and he finds it extremely arousing. He thrusts his hips up, trying to get anywhere near Steve's groin or hand as he moves it up and down, in and out. He hears Steve groan as he slides three fingers in, pushing his ass back toward Danny's face and he whimpers, wanting to lick at the beautiful ass.

Soon, Steve is ready, his cock fully erect and his ass aching to feel Danny pistoning in and out like a madman. "Now!" He all but screams, leaning back, grabbing the shirt, flicking his wrist and releasing Danny's hands.

"Really? That's all it takes?" Danny yells, rubbing at his wrists.

"Is that truly what you have on your mind?" Steve shouts back, wiggling his ass in front of Danny face. Danny pauses for just a moment, just a moment, before his dick takes over and he has to bury it deep in that gorgeous ass in front of his face. Pulling himself out from under Steve, he kneels between his spread knees, hands roughly grabbing a cheek in each and pulling the apart.

"You want it? You got it!" He shifts until the head of his red, angry, aching cock is at the entrance and, without any warning, thrusts hard, going balls deep.

Steve yells, first with pain, then surprise and then groans in pleasure as he feels Danny completely fill him up.

"Fuck, yes!" He screams, pushing back against his lover, wanting him as deep as possible. He continues to stroke his own cock to make sure he orgasms at the same time.

Danny, now lost to his most base desires, thrusts hard and fast, the need to cum overriding everything else. Playing into Steve's 'game', he bangs him hard, grabbing his hips and pounding with all his might. He digs his fingers of his left hand into Steve's muscular side while his right hand moves around, slapping Steve's away and takes the hard cock in his and strokes Steve in rhythm with his cock.

Steve groans loudly as he feels Danny's hand on his cock and he leans forward on both hands, letting the pleasure flow through and over him. It feels as though it's been so long since he's felt Danny's hands on him…his whole life. He drops his head, looking down his long torso to watch as his cock is stroked with long, hard, fast strokes and it just makes him more aroused. He feels the telltale tingle in his spine, his balls filling and tightening up and he knows he's about to blow.

"I'm close, Danny. Fuck, I'm almost there!" He shouts as his dick expands, growing harder and longer.

Danny speeds up his stroking as he feels his own balls fill and his cock grow thicker and harder. He knows it's a matter of moments before he loses all control.

"I wanna feel you cum all over my hand first! Come on, Steve!" He urges, leaning on Steve's back as he thrusts deep. He feels the muscles in Steve's back tense, then his thighs, his back arching up like a cat. A loud, animalistic howl bursts from his mouth as Danny feels his cock jerk and then start spurting all over Steve's stomach, his hand and the bed. He keeps stroking as he buries his own cock deep in Steve's ass, his balls slapping hard against Steve's and he shouts as his orgasm hits him hard and his own cock spurts deep into Steve. His hips snap sharply against Steve as he spews more and more hot liquid deep in Steve's bowels, unable to control a single part of his body. His hand has fallen away from Steve's now spent cock, it covered in white juice as he props himself against Steve's back. He thrusts a couple more times, Steve's ass sucking out the last of his come and he drops onto his back, unable to hold himself up.

Steve, having had every drop drawn from him, leans on his elbows, the only thing from keeping him falling flat on the bed, possibly injuring himself and Danny in the process. His breathing is hard, harsh and fast and he feels the sweat running down his face, onto his arms and down his neck. He can hear Danny breathing the same way and he smiles. The orgasm he's just had is only bettered by the one in the shower a week ago. The feeling of Danny in his ass is one he will never tire of and he doesn't ever want to do without. He knows that he and Danny will be together for the rest of their lives. Danny is the one he's meant to be with and there will never be anyone else. As his breathing evens out, he raises his head.

"Hey. You okay?" He questions the man still leaning heavily on his back.

"I will be. Dammit, Steve, that was incredible. The combination of the helplessness and then complete control over you was indescribably arousing. How did you know?"

Steve chuckles, pushing back slightly against Danny, urging him to withdraw his wilting member. "I know the issues you have with control, Daniel. Taking it away and then giving over completely to you, I knew would drive you mad. Not hard to figure out." He pulls forward, slipping out from under him then turning to him, looking him directly in the eyes. "And I love you. That always is arousing." He reaches out with his hands to the man he loves, taking his and helping him off the bed. "You're a mess. Go take a shower…alone. I'll change the bed so we have a clean place to sleep." He kisses Danny warmly and sweetly. He breathes in his scent, never wanting to forget it. He almost had during the last week. Never again.

Danny, kissing him back, doesn't want this to end. But reality comes slamming back to him like a tidal wave and pulls away for fear Steve will be able to feel the change in him. He nods, afraid to speak and goes to the bathroom.

Steve, reaching for the sheet, wipes off his stomach and the grabs his briefs. He doesn't want anything dripping out onto the floor. Moving quickly, he strips the bed and pillow, balling it all up and putting it in the laundry basket in the corner. Going to the linen closet, he pulls out clean sheets and just finishes making up the bed as he hears the water turn off. Silently congratulating Danny on close to a Navy shower, he smiles as he throws the last of the pillows on the bed. Turning to the bathroom, he sees Danny walk out, hair pointing in all directions, his skin still glistening from the steam and a towel wrapped around his waist.

"All yours." He says, nodding at the bathroom.

Steve approaches him, stopping in front of him, kissing him again. "I love you, Danny. You know that, right?"

Danny swallows hard, looking anywhere but in those hazel eyes. "Yeah. I do. I love you, too." He whispers, leaning against his chest. "I love you so much. Now, go. Your turn." He pushes Steve away, unable to be near him at that moment.

He watches as Steve goes into the bathroom and then hears the water start flowing again. He sits down on the clean bed, running his hands through his unruly hair and places his face in his palms. He bites his bottom lip to keep himself from crying. He knows what he has to tell Steve is going to devastate him and he's almost sure he will lose him forever. He toys with the idea of not saying anything , but dismisses that just as quickly. He can't live with the guilt and Steve deserves to know. He can't start this relationship off on a lie. He takes a deep breath, looks for a pair of underwear that will fit him and crawls into bed. He hears the water turn off and smiles. He looks at the clock. Three minutes on the dot. He listens as Steve goes through his usual bathroom routine and then the door opens. He listens as Steve rummages for a clean pair of briefs and then feels the bed shift as he crawls in and takes Danny in his arms. Again, Danny considers not telling him, or at least waiting until morning but he can't wait.

"What's wrong, Danno? After all that we just did, you are still so tense."

"Steve, I'm so sorry." He spits out.

"For what? I've already told you, I'm willing to wait until you're ready." He hugs him close.

"No. Not that, though, thank you. I didn't mean for it to happen, but it did and I feel so wrecked. I had nowhere else to go." He starts to ramble.

Steve, his sense now fully alert, pulls back and leans on his elbow. "What are you talking about?"

"You and Kono were both being booked; Chin had abandoned us and gone back to HPD. It was the only place I had left to go." Danny continues on, shifting and sitting up against the backboard.

Steve, now concerned, sits up, too, looking at Danny with his best Navy SEAL stare. "What did you do, Daniel?"

Danny looks into those eyes, sure it will be the last time he will ever see them this close, "I didn't go there with any intention but to have someone to talk to. To have someone comfort me. I'm so sorry."

"Danny?" Steve asks, trepidation in his voice.

"I stayed the night with Rachel, Steve." He sees the betrayal begin to show in those hazel eyes and it kills him. "I slept with Rachel while you were being booked for murder."

A/N2: Danny is easily distracted, isn't he? Now that the cat is out of the bag, what's gonna happen? Please let me know what you think(as I run and hide in the closet). I appreciate any constructive comments...or any comments at all! Thank you all for reading!