A mad scramble brought Danny out of a very nice dream, and he looked up to see Steve rushing around the room, throwing clothes on.

"Is something on fire? 'Cause you need to let me know too…" he muttered.

"Shit Danny, we're late for work. I didn't set my alarm and now it's 8.32!" Steve was tugging cargo pants on over his boxers and searching for a pair of socks, but could only find singles. They were both normally in the office for 8.30, so they were going to be more than half an hour late.

Danny looked smug and settled back into the pillows, stretching out languorously, "You are late for work, SuperSEAL. I am not due in until this afternoon because my flight-" he gestured to the sky, "-does not land until after midday."

Steve stopped and gave him an incredulous look, "You do know you didn't actually go to Maui, Danny?" He pulled his boots on and laced them up.

"But as far as Chin and Kono are concerned, I did. And I did my research, buddy, I know how to make a cover believable. I know which flight I'm supposed to be on."

Steve was gathering up his gun and badge from the chest of drawers and scraped his hand over his jaw, which had a thick layer of stubble turning into a beard as he hadn't shaved for the whole weekend. "I don't have time to shave…" he mumbled, "What time are you planning on showing up then, slacker?" he directed back at Danny as he straightened himself out and went to the bedroom door.

Danny shrugged, "Well allowing time for me to pretend to drop Grace off at Rachel's and then head to the office? About 1.30, 1.45?"

"Unbelievable…" Steve muttered, "I gotta go, can you lock up?"

"Sure, sure," Danny waved at his partner as he dashed from the room. He heard him thunder down the stairs, and a jingle as he grabbed his own keys from the side table. The door opened and slammed behind him in his rush.

The detective settled back further in the pillows and pulled the sheet up around him, only to jump back upright when he heard the door open again and footsteps running back up the stairs. Steve burst into the room, leaped onto the bed and grabbed Danny's face in his hands, laying a hard and glorious kiss on him, which Danny returned. Steve pulled back and looked into his eyes.

"Good morning, by the way," he beamed, and then he was gone again.

Danny's face broke into a grin and he collapsed back onto the bed. God damn that beautiful SEAL…

Danny marched into Five-0 HQ at 1.40 with a box from a local bakery in his hands. Chin, Kono and Steve were standing around the tech table and looked up at his sudden entrance.

"Hey bruh, how was Maui?" Kono reached over to give him a hug as he arrived next to them. "Ooh, are those malasadas?" She practically snatched the box from him.

Danny laughed, "Uh, yeah, they are. And Maui was great thank you, we had a fantastic time." He punctuated the word 'fantastic' with a raised hand gesture and looked at Steve when he said it.

His boss grinned at him, "Glad to hear it, buddy,"

Kono and Chin were digging their pastries from the box, and Danny reached in too before he lost his to one of the cousins.

"We got a case or something?" he waved to the screens.

"Nah, we're just reviewing last week's case," Chin said after swallowing a mouthful, "We'd have finished by now, but the boss man was a bit late this morning."

Kono giggled, they'd obviously been giving him some abuse over his tardiness.

"Oh yeah?" Danny went straight back into 'terrorise Steve' mode and clapped his hands in front of him in glee, "Tut tut, Steven. What's that about, losing your Navy precision time-keeping? Nice beard by the way, very Robinson Crusoe."

He received a glare in return as Steve gestured to their colleagues, "Well, as I was explaining to these two earlier, I didn't have time to shave this morning after waking up late because my neighbours yappy dog was keeping me up all night. Very irritating little thing."

"A yappy little dog?" Danny raised an eyebrow.

Steve tilted his chin up obstinately, "Tiny."

Danny put his head on one side and crossed his arms over his chest, "Well, maybe if this dog was annoying you that much, you could have done something about it? Like tell your neighbour to sort it out?"

Steve leaned forward on the tech table, staring Danny down, the creases at the corners of his eyes giving away his amusement. "My neighbour wasn't in, but I'm considering tying the dog up and gagging it if it tries to keep me awake again."

Danny raised an eyebrow.

Kono creased her brow in confusion, still looking at the screens while listening to her colleagues' banter, "Is it even possible to gag a dog?"

Chin flicked some images from the tech table up onto the monitors, "You muzzle dogs, you don't gag them," he said absently.

Steve raised his eyebrows back at Danny and crossed his own arms over his chest, shifting his weight to the other leg and looking proud of himself. Danny glared at him, tore off a piece of malasada and slid it into his mouth along with his pointer finger. He then drew the finger out as slowly as he dared so that the cousins didn't notice, licking off all the cream. Steve's grin faded and his mouth opened a little in wonder.

He cleared his throat, "Uh yeah, so anyway we were just c-closing up these files and sorting them to be saved to the HPD database," he recovered, stuttering a little bit and refusing to look Danny in the eye again.

"Well I've got some paperwork to submit for it, so let me get that done and I'll place it in the file," Danny strutted off into his office, feeling rather satisfied with himself.

Game on.

Danny received a phone call from Rachel later that day asking him if he could take Grace for Monday evening and Tuesday, as she had to go with Stan for an urgent business trip. He agreed without argument, which threw his ex-wife a little bit. Normally he would at least make some sort of comment about Step-Stan and the guy's work seemingly coming before Grace, something cutting, but he just accepted outright and said he'd pick her up at 6 that evening.

He was more than happy to take his little girl whenever he could, and all he'd have to do would be look after her in the evenings, take her into school in the mornings, and arrange for her to go to a friend's afterwards for a couple of hours until he finished work on the Tuesday. Maybe he'd do one of his father-daughter movie nights, or make pancakes with her. He was in too good a mood to torture Rachel, so he let her off and didn't push like he would on a normal day.

He had been planning to go back to Steve's that night, but his daughter would always come first and foremost in his life, and he knew Steve realised that. He leaned in through Steve's door when Kono and Chin were in their respective offices and told him about the change in plans.

"No worries," Steve shrugged and leaned back in his chair, "we've got all the time in the world." He gave his partner a soft smile, which tugged at Danny's heart strings, and he returned it.

The afternoon passed slowly due to the paperwork, but 5.30 came around and they all packed up and went their separate ways, Danny and Steve throwing one last look at each other over the roof of the Camaro before Danny climbed into the driver's seat and Steve got into his truck.

Steve didn't know what hit him on Tuesday. Danny spent the day effectively torturing him at every possible opportunity.

There was a repeat of Monday's malasada performance while he was trying to brief the team in his office on a case which had come in that morning, Danny standing at the back of the room so Chin and Kono couldn't see him, licking cream off his fingers and staring Steve right in the eyes as he did it.

Then when they went out to the crime scene and Steve was talking to an HPD officer, Danny walked behind him and pinched his ass, making him lose his train of thought.

While they were in the Camaro, Danny would wait until they pulled up at some lights before palming Steve's cock through his cargo pants. The SEAL stalled the car twice because of that.

Danny was loving it, and as much as Steve bitched at him and smacked his hand away, he could tell he was enjoying the attention too. Even if it was… inconvenient…

Steve spent the afternoon sending Danny out with Kono and pairing himself off with Chin when they had to go to a suspect's private home and rental property simultaneously. The cousins didn't seem to find it suspicious, as they had paired off with each other's respective partners before now, but Danny gave Steve his grumpiest frown as he left the office with Kono. Steve just stuck his jaw out at the detective, his eyes saying 'serves you right!'

When they had all returned to the Palace after the raids, Danny made a special show of stretching out his shoulders while removing his tac vest in front of Steve, keeping eye contact and licking his lips, enjoying watching Steve's mouth dropping open and then having to leave the room.

Then, with no success with the raids on finding the suspect, and no further leads until the evidence was processed by the lab, the team left again for the evening and Danny collected Grace from her friend's house for a movie night. She insisted on watching Pirates of the Caribbean, which Danny didn't argue with as he had a bit of a crush on Johnny Depp. Then he chased Grace around the house after the movie finished, both of them wielding fake swords made from wrapping paper roll inner tubes and yelling 'Yar!' at each other. She jumped out from behind the kitchen counter and stabbed him in the stomach with her cardboard 'sword', and he dramatically dropped to the floor and performed the most theatrical death scene he could muster, before going silent and still and pretending to be dead. Grace leaned over him and poked him in the chest, and he launched up, wrapping her in his arms and performing a kiss-attack while she squealed and tried to get away.

When he finally put Grace to bed and entered his own room, he was tired to the bone, but still grinning from ear to ear.

His phone sat on the side table on charge, flashing light indicating he had a message.

[Steve] What are you doing? The time showed the text was only twenty minutes old.

His smile got wider and he replied.

[Danny] Grace stabbed me with a pirate sword and I died, but I ' m feeling better now. You?

[Steve] I ' m ok, bored. Pirate sword? I can ' t leave you alone for two minutes …

[Danny] We watched Pirates of the Caribbean

[Steve] I bet you like Johnny Depp

[Danny] Shut up

[Steve] Knew it! I ' ll get some rum in and rent a pirate costume if you ' re not careful!

[Danny] Promises … what are you doing?

[Steve] Prepping for a meeting with the Governor and some diplomats tomorrow morning. Official stuff. Not fun.

Danny grinned, knowing exactly how to cheer up his partner, and snapped a quick photo before sending it. His phone beeped with the reply a few seconds later.

[Steve] Jesus Danny, I can ' t keep that on my phone, it ' s an official business phone!

[Steve] Thanks though ;P

[Danny] Did you just use an emoticon in a text? Are you twelve?

[Steve] Fuck off Danno

[Danny] Night Steven

[Steve] Good night, Daniel

Danny sat in his office at 10am on Wednesday morning, filling out reports on the previous day's house raids on his laptop and eating a jelly donut. He leaned back in his chair and took another bite of his sweet treat. He glanced up out of the glass window of his office when he heard the doors to the bullpen open and saw Steve march in, decked out in his full military uniform, with his cover tucked under his arm. Danny almost choked on the bit of donut in his mouth, and dropped the bit in his hand down the front of his shirt.

He swallowed hard and swore, brushing at the red stain now marking the white shirt with his fingers. He stood up and picked the ruined donut up of the floor, tossing it into the trash can, and quickly followed his boss who had gone into his office and was placing his cover and a file onto his desk. God damn, he looked gorgeous - the uniform trousers showed off his ass beautifully, the cut of the jacket accentuating his slim waist and square shoulders. Danny had seen him in this uniform before of course, but not before he'd become more fully acquainted with the body underneath it. Now he knew what he was dealing with, it looked about a thousand times hotter. He was pretty sure he'd just discovered a uniform kink, that was new!

Danny leant on the doorjamb, shoved his hands into his trouser pockets and let out a low whistle. "Daaaamn, who ordered the strip-o-gram?" he teased.

Steve turned around smiling, but it was quickly replaced by a look of shock and worry. "Danny, shit, is that blood?" He stepped toward his partner and reached out to the stain on Danny's chest.

He looked down at himself and burst into laughter. "No, you goof! That's raspberry jelly!"

Steve let out the deep breath he was holding, "Oh, thank god,"

Danny smirked, it warmed his heart that Steve was concerned for him. "Don't worry babe, the ridiculously boring paperwork and lack of leads hasn't caused me to punch myself in the face yet... although it's going that way! So, what's with the uh, formal wear?" He made a rolling hand gesture that encompassed the whole of Steve's body from feet to head and his eyes followed.

"Official meeting this morning, I told you. Governor told me to dress to impress." Steve unpacked the contents of the file and placed them on his desk in front of his chair.

Danny nodded unable to tear his eyes away from that broad chest, decorated with medals, "Well you certainly managed that..."

Steve smiled and looked out toward the empty bullpen, "Chin and Kono?" he enquired in a casual tone.

A lop-sided smile crept onto Danny's face. "They're out getting a couple of witness statements, and fetching lunch on the way back. I think they're getting you a-" he was cut off by Steve's lips sealing over his own, and he took hold of the taller man's wrists when his hands cupped Danny's face to keep them there, leaning back against the open office door. The kiss was gentle, slow and loving, and Danny melted against Steve's chest as he returned it with feeling. Steve pulled back and smiled, Danny cleared his throat. "-tuna sub." he finished.

Steve laughed and grabbed his partner's face again, but this time the kiss had more heat to it, like he'd been thinking about Danny all morning and couldn't hold off any longer. The detective moaned against his lips, opening his mouth to Steve's tongue and planting his hands on the SEAL's hips, squeezing. Steve stepped forward and ground his crotch into Danny.

The doors into the bullpen opened and Steve and Danny pulled apart like a grenade had been tossed in between them. Steve immediately went to sit behind his desk, spreading the paperwork out in front of him as if he'd been working. Danny exited his boss's office and ran a nervous hand through his hair while adjusting his shirt collar with the other.

"Hey guys," he waved to Chin and Kono nonchalantly, "Did you get food? I'm starved."

Chin raised an eyebrow at Danny's slightly ruffled appearance, and Kono pointed at his shirt and laughed. "Um bruh, you're so not starved. The evidence is all over your shirt!"

Danny looked down once again, and had the decency to look a little guilty, "Alright alright, the donuts were calling to me... where's my chicken sub?"

Chin handed him a sandwich wrapped in paper from the bag, and he headed toward his office, gesturing back toward Steve's open door. "McGarrett's back." he informed them.

He reached his office and closed the door behind him, leaning back against it and letting out a deep, slow breath.

That was seriously close... and damn Steve for looking so fucking hot in that uniform! He'd spent the whole of yesterday winding his lover up at every opportunity just to get a rise, and Steve had just managed to blow his blood pressure sky high without even trying.

With still no leads and the witness statements bringing yet another dead end, Steve announced it was time for the team to go home at 3 o'clock. They'd actually run out of paperwork due to Danny trying to distract himself away from looking at his boss in that uniform by hiding in his office and filling out everyone else's reports as well as his own, only emerging on two occasions for coffee.

Kono even popped her head into his office and asked if he was okay, informing him that it unnerved her when he was quiet. He'd smiled warmly and made excuses that he was just tired.

When they all got outside, Danny noticed that Steve's Marquis was sitting in his spot where the Silverado was usually parked.

"Why'd you bring the Marquis, Steve? Showing it off to the Governor were you?" Chin enquired with a smile as he climbed astride his motorbike.

Steve waved a hand at the car. "The truck decided to pack up on me first thing this morning, so while it's in the shop I had to take the car to the meeting. Lucky I got it running well the other week!"

"Lucky it didn't clap out on you too, wouldn't want you pushing it up a hill in your dress uniform," Danny dug at him, referring to the time Steve convinced him to go for a drive in the rusty death trap and they got stuck in the middle of nowhere (as far as he was concerned, everywhere in Hawaii was the middle of nowhere) having to wait for a tow truck.

Steve glared at him and put his cover back on his head defiantly. Danny bit his lip and had to turn away. Damn it!

As everyone left, Danny was first to drive off, turning left at the parking lot exit and heading toward his house. He looked in his rear view mirror to see Steve turning right and heading in the opposite direction home. At the first junction he came to, he changed his direction and headed for the highway that would lead him back towards Steve's place, and stepped on the gas. He pulled up outside Steve's just in time to see him pull the Marquis into the garage, get out and hit the button to lower the electric door. He dashed across the lawn and did an Indiana Jones-style roll under the closing door, picking himself up and dusting off his slacks.

Steve stared at him with wide eyes from where he stood at the driver's side door and laughed, "What the fuck, Daniel?"

Then Danny was on him, pulling him down by his lapels into a hot kiss, while Steve slid his hands around the blonde's waist, cupping his ass. Danny slipped his hands under Steve's jacket and kneaded his back with his fingers, attacking Steve's mouth and nipping at his lips, tugging the shirt of of Steve's pants. His boss began to remove his jacket.

"No, nuh-uh," Danny grabbed at the jacket, pulling it back around Steve's torso, "Leave that on."

A devilish smile spread across the SEAL's face, "Why's that, Danny? You like?"

"You damn well know I do, you absolute asshole," he pulled him back down for a kiss while he fumbled with Steve's belt and fastenings, then his own. He'd been trying to provoke Steve into dragging him off for some rough and ready sex since the previous morning, and here he was losing it instead. "You've been walking around the goddam office since 10 o'clock, looking like a fucking wet dream, and you expect me not to do anything about it?" There was a hint of desperation in his voice, but right now he didn't care.

He pulled Steve's head back up with a firm grip on his hair, making his lover gasp in shock and being manhandled, and grazed his teeth down the man's throat. He pulled at the knot on Steve's tie until it hung loose around his neck, undoing the buttons of his shirt until his chest was exposed, and then worked his way down as the skin was made available to him. Steve ended up back up against the side of the Marquis' hood, hands running through Danny's blonde hair as his clothes were tugged at by the assertive blonde.

Danny pulled away and looked back up at Steve. "Where's your hat? Put the hat back on," he practically ordered.

Steve was a little stunned. "My cover? It's not supposed to be worn indoors…"

"Are you being serious right now, Steve?" Danny gave him a disbelieving glare. "Ah, fuck it," he muttered, not wanting to waste time with an argument, and grabbed Steve by the waist, pushing insistently at him until they were in front of the Marquis. He tugged his boss's pants and boxers down so fast that he didn't have time to fight back, backing him into the grill and pushing him backwards over the hood with a firm hand on his chest. Steve had to place the heels of his feet on the front bumper to support himself.

"Ah, Danny!" Steve looked more than a little surprised at the rough treatment, but his smugness at having this effect on his partner seemed to cancel it out. Danny was unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and kissing his stomach, making him squirm. The detective could feel himself getting carried away, his world narrowing down to his partner sprawled on the hood of his beloved car, and he had to have him right here and right now. He bit at Steve's abs a little too hard. Steve yelped loudly and instinctively pushed Danny away, and the blonde immediately backed off like he'd been bitten himself, rubbing his hands over his face.

"Shit Steve, are you okay? I'm really sorry," he gasped, re-engaging with the real world again and feeling very guilty at his actions. His desperation to fuck his partner had taken him over like he was possessed. "I'll stop."

Steve stayed in his position lying on the hood of the car, still a little shocked. "No I'm fine Danny, I just… watch the teeth, okay?" The SEAL made eye contact with his lover, lust in his eyes, "But for fuck's sake, don't stop."

"Oh," Danny mumbled, and then his eyes brightened again as he understood he hadn't stepped over the line, "Oh! Okay!" He was back on Steve in milliseconds, using his hips to push the man's legs as far apart as he could while allowing for the fact that Steve's pants were still around his ankles. He dug in his pocket for the condom and lube which he'd been keeping in the Camaro's glove compartment since the weekend, and pushed his own pants down around his thighs before rolling the condom on. He spilled lube onto his cock in preparation, then smothered it over his fingers before flinging the bottle over his shoulder. He pulled Steve down the hood a little so that his ass was just hanging off the front at the perfect height for Danny.

When the first finger pushed into Steve, he moaned underneath Danny's grasp and his own fingers tried to find purchase on the ridges of the car's hood. Danny had to mentally pull on his own reins, making sure he slowed down so that he didn't hurt his lover, so he took his time preparing Steve's hole. He reached forward and stroked fingertips up the SEAL's shaft, before grasping his cock and stroking a thumb over the head. Steve moaned and bucked into his hand, both of Danny's hands working on him the whole time and sending waves of pleasure through him as he stepped it up to two fingers.

After a minute or so, Danny finally inserted three fingers, sliding them in and out of his lover a few times before he decided he couldn't wait any longer. He took hold of Steve's hips, using his thumbs to spread his cheeks before lining up his cock and pushing in gently. Steve gripped the edge of the hood and pulled himself toward Danny, taking his full length in one smooth movement, moaning loudly and biting his lip. Danny cursed and held onto Steve's hips for dear life. It felt so good, being buried to the hilt in his gorgeous partner, as he lay spread open over the hood of his car with his shirt open, uniform jacket all rucked up around him, short brown hair ruffled in every direction. His exposed chest had a sheen of sweat coating it, his cheeks and neck flushed pink, and he was arching his back with his head pressed into the cooling metal underneath him as Danny penetrated him - a glorious, erotic mess.

His hands ran over ever inch of skin he could find as he began slowly thrusting, Steve groaning and writhing underneath him, gripping the car with white knuckles. He reached down again with his lubed-up hand and massaged Steve's dick, wanting to give his partner as much pleasure as possible. Steve was making some magnificent sounds as Danny began to pound into him.

His partner leaned up on his elbows and pushed against him hungrily, spreading his knees wide, "God Danny, fuck me harder..."

"Holy shit..." Danny growled and did as he was ordered. Steve was bossy even when he was on the bottom, and Danny loved hearing that sort of filth come out of his sexy mouth. The old car's suspension creaked and groaned underneath them, rocking on its tires. His fingers dug in to his boss's hip, adding to the faded pattern of bruising already there, and his other hand stroked up Steve's length to the same tempo as his thrusts. He leaned forward, changed his angle slightly and suddenly Steve was howling his name underneath him and spilling over Danny's hand and onto his own stomach.

As he bucked back against Danny and his muscles tightened around his cock, Danny whispered a hoarse string of profane words and he rocked into Steve a few more times before coming himself. He collapsed forward over his partner but his knees went out from under him and he reached out for purchase on the Marquis, only succeeding in grabbing Steve's shirt. The fabric of his jacket provided no friction whatsoever against the flat metal, and Danny simply ended up pulling him off the car after him.

They landed in a heap on the floor, Danny's shoulders and upper back taking the brunt of the impact, and they lay there breathing heavily, waiting for the fireworks to stop going off in their brains. Then Danny burst into laughter and Steve smacked him on the shoulder before rolling off him onto the floor.

"Ow." Steve grunted. "You are definitely try to kill me. My knees are bruised to hell!"

Danny let out his manic giggle which developed into a short coughing fit, before pressing his head back into the concrete floor as he lifted his hips up and hitched his pants back up around his waist, disposing of the condom in the trash bin near his head. "Sorry," he grinned.

"No you're not," Steve raised himself into a sitting position and tried to untangle his boxers and uniform pants.

Danny staggered unsteadily to his feet, found a rag to wipe his hands on and leaned against the Marquis, looking down at his partner as he sat there negotiating with his clothing. "Yeah, you're right. I'm not sorry,"

He smiled and took Steve's hand, pulling him up so that he could re-dress himself. Steve looked down at his now bedraggled state; sweat, come and dirt from the garage floor all over his creased jacket.

"Expect a dry cleaning bill in your in-tray tomorrow," he grumbled.

Danny was already opening the door into the house with his key. "It's cute that you think I'll pay it!" he called as he disappeared inside.