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Danny lay pillowed against something warm. He didn't like it though. There was nothing soothing about it. A heavy tonal vibration thrummed through his left ear and he had to fight to hear the words. He didn't much like that either; neither the feeling nor the sound of the man's voice, let alone the staccato syllable or two which broke through the fugue in his head. Eyes screwed shut, he worked hard to move his hand, succeeding in finally wending it between his ear and the older man's bare chest. As a buffer, it significantly lacked strength, but it would have to do as it elevated his head just enough off the rise and fall of Spenser's body.
"When we came the first time, my team was only tasked with providing a diversion. One of epic proportions, but still, merely a diversion," Spenser said in a completely conversational tone. "In the end, we tested one of the bio-chemical formulations which Doctor Mercier had prepared in a minuscule dose; but it failed."
Danny kept his eyes shut as McCann spoke. It wasn't difficult since he'd been in the thrall of a drugged daze for hours now. But he was forced to listen to the man's voice, while being simultaneously spooned into an abnormal embrace.
"L'me … up," Danny chuffed in objection, his own words more a moan than anything intelligible. He tried to push away, yet got nowhere as his muscles scarcely managed a twitch. Inside, he cringed as McCann trailed his fingers up and down his arm. From his wrist to his elbow, and sometimes straying higher to the inner skin of his bicep which made him involuntarily shiver. Other times, a hand would drop to his chest or lower, where careless caresses would replace any ability to hear anything beyond the roaring in his own ears.
"Now, if you'd been with me that time, I think certain things would have been much different," McCann fantasized to himself. "We can correct that now though; were you aware that the primary team failed, Danny? The chemical failed, Mercier was killed and we were brought in to triage what was left. And the better news? In being elevated, that brought me back to you."
Danny groaned weakly in his chest as McCann continued on his self-impressed litany while his hands continued to travel the breadth of his body. Uncaring of anything except his current state, Danny exhausted himself of trying to move. Stuck in place and though he truly didn't care, he resigned himself to finally listen to more of McCann's business.
"I plan to recover her myself. Afterwards, we have two potential clients to manage …. who gets her? Well, we have less than a fortnight for recovery and to set that final plan into action. My benefactor will be advising which way to go. But I gather, as we've done in the past, the exchange will take place at sea. International waters."
Danny opened his mouth as if to speak and then forgot what he'd wanted to say, managing instead to lick his lips with the bit of moisture he had left. The drugs had seemingly sapped the saliva from his tongue, leaving him thirsty and yet unable to ask for or even manage a glass of water. And that simple act of drinking the most benign of liquids, he'd learned to fear already.
"I'd love for you to be at my side for the final steps of this mission," McCann said into the darkness of the room. "But I think we both know that's an impossibility because convincing you that joining me is your fate will take much more time. That may have been the only thing Dylan was right about; that and the dirty bomb …. which failed."
Danny should have been listening. He should have been outraged by what McCann was saying. There was nothing though except a void in his thoughts only filled by sporadic flickers of defiance demanding that he get away and McCann said as much.
"You're entirely off your game, aren't you, my boy?" The elder man chuckled softly. "Not even knowing that we tried to plant a dirty bomb within your beloved Palace - as a test - got your attention?"
His mood was changing though as he felt the dim attempts beneath his hands. A clenched fist, a quivering muscle, or the weak spasmodic refusal as a finger twitched. He didn't like being rejected in business or in his bed, no matter the reason.
"Maybe this will though. How about another time check? After all, it's getting late for a youngster. It's well after nine o'clock," McCann whispered in Danny's ear. He was no longer fully content, proven now as his tone held a lingering evilness while he continued toying with the man.
In direct antithesis to his earlier mood, Spenser McCann was moving into a foul temper as he jockeyed Danny closer under the thin sheets. He didn't approve of television sets in bedrooms - bedrooms were meant for other endeavors - so he couldn't show the distraught father any footage. He also doubted his ability to actually garner more live feed intelligence since HPD had arrived so propitiously at Grace's cheerleading practice. Whether by some miracle McGarrett had managed to say something of value or by other intuitive means, McCann knew that Five-0 and HPD at minimum sensed a threat to the detective's family. He didn't like it. But he was far from concerned because he would know more of the situation within the hour - including that of the Five-0 Commander's health status at the hospital.
So, none of that entirely mattered since his first few lessons had gone so exceedingly well; reminders in the form of verbal threats would suffice. With the use of astutely administered drugs, Danny was incredibly impressionable. The detective would become whatever McCann wished as he fondly carded his fingers through the mussed blonde hair. And as for Grace, herself? He certainly knew as much about young Williams' daily schedule as her own parents. Whatever he might lack, he simply concocted to suit his needs.
"She missed your nightly call, Danno, so her mommy's letting her stay up late. A rare treat, indeed. They're watching one of her favorite movies. Right now. Right this very minute … while you're here … with me."
They would be in bed together that night, lights low but with the blinds pulled wide to showcase the beauty of downtown Waikiki after dark. McCann was tired and simply ached for companionship. The sports game had ended long ago, McCann newly perturbed at the loss of both his team and his sizeable personal wager.
So after the game, arms looped limply over their shoulders, McCann and Leon had moved Danny from the main living room to the master bedroom. He'd been divested of his ruined shirt before being tucked back into McCann's arms. Now propped on a pile of pillows, the mercenary was curling his fingers up and around Danny's bare arm as he spoke. His leisurely stroking far more intimate than warranted, but by that point, it didn't upset Danny as much as the continued sound of the man's sonorous voice in his left ear.
Certainly not more than what he was saying either as he strove harder to focus, falling for McCann's bait as the subject changed.
"How long do you think they'll continue to lie to her? Your lovely little baby girl?" The older man hummed inquisitively as his hand strayed upwards to Danny's hair where he twirled a few strands around an index finger. "A few days? A few weeks?"
"Grace," Danny brokenly whispered, he moved his head weakly unable to escape Spenser's errant fingers and yet, also quite unable to say more. But he heard every threatening word and felt every touch.
"Maybe forever, Danno. But we don't have to talk about that now," Spense teased him softly before his voice became falsely happy and more jovial. He fondly rubbed his arm before pulling him into a tighter hug. "Tomorrow, I hear her class is visiting a museum. She'll be close to here … just a few blocks away. Convenient. Don't you think ... ripe for the picking? At Grace's age … perfect ... I have a few people in mind ... people who like young girls ..."
"No. No," Danny murmured just loud enough to break off McCann's terrifying conversation. He briefly clenched his fists but his muscles held no power. The drugs forced on him had finally taken a toll. He couldn't sustain his anger or find the control he needed to focus in order to fight back and his fingers splayed uselessly back open of their own accord.
"Not … my daughter. Please, Spense." Danny's words were haltingly slow as he had to work hard not only to think of what he wanted to express, but then also to form each one on his tongue. "Promise. Leave her ... alone."
"That's nice, love," Spense whispered dangerously as he landed a heated kiss on Danny's lips. He smiled winningly as he peered into the pale face, amused by the partially opened blue eyes which couldn't quite focus on his own. Eyes with darkly blown pupils so black that they almost swallowed their blue; wracked with confusion, nonetheless holding a spark of fear.
At that very moment, he hated that he'd promised himself to wait until after the mission to share more than this with the Five-0 detective. More than an extended period of foreplay which would test not only his own resolve, but tease his Dylan to a vile level.
"We need to wait," Spenser murmured regretfully to himself. "No, I need to wait. The mood is all wrong now anyway. Entirely wrong and it would be unfair to both of us."
Exercising his desires to improve his temper was almost too powerful an urge to fight as he hummed yet another kiss against Danny's unresponsive lips. But he needed to fight this exhilarating tug of power as Danny's brow furrowed unhappily under his attentions. He needed to manage his emotions. Danno would be his special celebratory prize. His reward ... his golden ring, so to speak. The wait would be well worth the final conquest and also completely necessary in order to keep his Dylan somewhat at bay despite the ongoing teasing jealousy.
Bad enough, McCann was going to have a great deal of trouble explaining Danny's presence to Dylan when he arrived on site, since he'd acted much too early. Having Danny now hadn't been the agreed-to plan. A plan which Dylan already detested most vehemently. A mere mention of the detective's name had his beloved second in a green-eyed turmoil.
So for now, McCann would content himself with merely petting, toying and coddling his newest prize. Maybe he would even test the drugged detective only to thwart his escape attempts again; the earlier rush he'd received in watching how far his Danno could get had been incredibly enticing. Regardless, he would force himself to take his time, but encourage the detective to take part in their future together.
"You're going to be so worth the wait," McCann hummed longingly once more into Danny's mouth as he vainly tried to force himself to a calmer place. "You're so damnably ... intriguing. Mark my words, Danno, you will be by my side one day."
"Spense. Please. Sir." The murmur was so quiet and so very hesitant, that at first, Spenser almost missed it.
"Did you say something, love? Did you say what I think you did?" He smiled sarcastically, his fingers threading themselves peacefully through the mussed blonde hair. "Please. Sir, even. Spense. All of it ... very, very nice. You learn quickly ... but tell me, how genuine are those words? Nevertheless, you don't get to ask for anything … not now. Not ever." McCann narrowed his eyes as another spark of anger soured his smile. Even drugged there was a tone of defiance; a game of words which his Danno thought to try and play.
His new conquest was barely conscious, yet aware enough based on the tightness of his mouth and the pearls of moisture beading his lashes. He might not recall their words later, but at that very moment, Danno certainly understood enough of the threat to be upset. Quite enough to still be fighting him through weak manipulation. To have the absolute gall to be playing games with him. At first endearing, this tearful look now angered Spenser, for its apparent deceit. In an unexpected show of fury, he yanked hard to pull Danny's head roughly back, causing him to wince and briefly flail in reaction. Danny's movements were sluggish though and he was just as pliable as before when McCann tugged him closer still.
"You're a smart one, but your only job is to please me," Spenser hissed angrily. "You'll do that and only that. If you're good though, over time I might reconsider being ... what did you dare say to me once? Was it ... empathetic?"
Danny was barely breathing as McCann's fingers groped harshly through his hair, the ache contributing to his overall loss of control. "Spense?" He whispered despite the painful tug on his scalp, the desperate plea to keep Grace safe apparent in the thinness of his voice. "Please."
He begged through the few words he managed to vocalize, knowing that the mercenary wouldn't care and that the older man knew what he'd tried to negotiate by intentionally finding what he'd thought would be just the right few words in his muddy brain. He was now experiencing the consequences of that ill-timing, yet he simply couldn't bear the ongoing threat against his daughter for the validity of the man's reputation.
"I could give you anything you'd ever want in life. Willingly. All you need to do is cooperate and pledge yourself to me, Danno," McCann purred softly as his fingers slowly released their painful grip to smooth down the damp blonde strands of hair. His attitude changed at a startling rate as he finger-combed Danny's hair back into place with the utmost care.
"Can you do that? Be with me ... in all ways? And then, just maybe I forget about her or going after her dear Uncle Steve whilst he's so innocently laid up in hospital."
Danny allowed his eyes to close, seeking anything which might give him some hope in protecting Grace and Steve as McCann's breath warmed his cheek. He didn't doubt that the man could reach either of them at a whim. Danny could feel the tympanic thud of his own heart in his neck and hear the calmer beat of McCann's in his ear. His mouth opened and then tiredly closed as he fought his lethargy to say something - anything - that might make sense, however he was stopped as McCann chuckled softly.
"What really happens next is entirely in your hands, petal."
~ to be continued ~
