Biting the tender flesh on the side of the detective's neck, Wilhelm grinned as Danny began to moan and arched his back in a combination of desire and fading resistance, mixed with pleasure and pain, as the drug coursed through his veins, completely wiping away any inhibitions and robbing him of any will or desire to resist. Wilhelm grinned, Twilight Dust was a great "Now that I have you warmed up, let's have some fun," he whispered before he reclaimed Danny's lips in a fierce kiss, forcing his tongue deep into the detective's mouth as he silenced any whimpers of any last objections Danny may have had about what they were about to do while his hands tugged roughly at Danny's pants and boxers.
The further his pants and boxers slid down his legs, a small voice in the back of Danny's mind warned him that he did not want to do this but it was quickly forgotten as Wilhelm's foot snagged his pants and pulled them lower, before kicking them free as the German's hand moved lower.
Danny could only whimper, unable, and no longer wanting to object or resist the German's maddening touch as his hands slid around the German's back and pulled Wilhelm closer as he ignored the fading vice in his head scream at him that he didn't want to do this, that he needed to stop what was happening, he needed to somehow get free. The feeling of Wilhelm's deft fingers on his ultra-sensitive was more than he could bear, and he scrunched his eyes closed as he threw his head to the side, gasping for breath.
Wilhem saw the opportunity and trailed his lips down the side of the tanned column of Danny's neck and began to alternatively kiss and nibble the skin there. He sought out the rapidly bruising skin just to the left of Danny's Adam's apple and worried it with his teeth before biting down on the sensitized flesh again, drawing out a soft moan from Dan. Releasing the bruised flesh from between his teeth, he quickly reached down and began to undo his pants as he murmured to the drugged detective beneath him, "You're so beautiful, it's such a waste to see you with him. Not when, when the two of us can have so much more fun together…"
He saw the young detective's eyes widen as the realization of what they were about to do managed to filter through the drugged haze that had enveloped his brain.
Danny froze. The haze of sensuality that had held him tightly in its grip, robbing him of his will, quickly faded as panic began to claw its way to the forefront of his thought. He would have been kicking and screaming but any sort of reaction - except for gasping and moaning - was beyond him for the time being. A single tear slid down his cheek and he scrunched his eyes shut again as he tried to block out the lewdly loud slither of the zipper as the German began to push his pants down, his breath heavy and quick. "No," Danny gasped as he tried to move away.
Wilhelm saw the young detective's eyes widen as the realization of what they were about to do managed to filter through the drugged haze that had enveloped the detective's brain.
"Stay still. You want this as much as I do!" Wilhelm muttered as he roughly grabbed Dan with his hand to prevent him from moving as he roughly pushed Danny's legs apart with the other.
Danny began to weakly shake his head as his legs were nudged further apart. "No…" he managed to croak as his voice caught in his throat.
"Don't pretend now." Wilhem growled as he moved to settle himself closer to Danny, savoring the sight of the young man trapped beneath him; Dan's tanned, muscular body glistening in the dull lamplight with sweat as his chest heaved, his head flung to the side as Danny grit his teeth, his eyes scrunched shut.
Danny's hands twisted themselves into the sheets as he tried to control the overwhelming urge to panic. Through sheer will he managed to push himself a little further away from the other man. "No, please…" Danny pleaded desperately, "I-I…Don't."
His terrified objections were cut off as Wilhem leaned in and kissed him roughly, smothering the young man until he could only focus on trying to breathe. Darkness appeared at the edge of his vision as he tried to get away from the German, raising his hands to press them against Wilhem's chest to push the other man off him. Given his drugged state, the protest was more symbolic, and he soon sank back against the bed, the effort clearly draining him of the last of his energy. With his heart racing, he desperately tried to block out what was about to happen as he tried to escape into the protective darkness that teased him from the edges of his consciousness.
Before everything went black though, an incredible sense of lightness overwhelmed him as he felt Wilhem get forcefully removed. The occurrence caused the detective to slowly reopen his eyes to find himself staring at the blank whiteness of the ceiling as he pulled in large gulps of air. The sound of something - or someone - being bodily thrown against the wall was unsettling and he remained perfectly still as the brevity of what had almost happened struck home. As the darkness receded, Dan managed to curl himself into a fetal position before the tears began to roll freely down his cheeks as he began to hyperventilate. He wanted to forget it, but he could still feel Wilhem on top of him and he shuddered, trying to bury his face in the pillow as he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.
H50H50H50H50
McGarrett paused as he passed the closed door when he heard two familiar voices from behind the door. Although he could not quite make out what was being said, the rough muted growl followed by what sounded like a soft fearful protest warned him that something was very wrong within the room. Grasping the door handle, he twisted it and flung it open before he momentarily froze, shocked at the sight in front of him.
Danny was lying undressed on the bed as Wilhelm loomed above him. It only took a brief moment for Steve to understand what he had just interrupted as the shock melded into furious anger. Taking two large steps, McGarrett quickly crossed the distance to the bed as he grabbed the German's shoulders and roughly pulled him away from his victim, slamming him bodily into the wall.
"Keep your filthy hands off of him!" Steve roared as he grabbed Wilhelm by the back of the shirt and turned him around to face him before slamming him back against the wall. It took everything he had to quash down the impulse to lash out at the man once he realized just how close Danno had come to being violated.
"Whoa, what the hell do you think you are doing?" The German yelled as he raised his hands in an attempt to push the angry detective away, "He was the one who wanted it. I was just going to give him what he wants!"
"It looks more like you decided you wanted to take what you wanted - whether Danny wanted to or not." McGarrett hissed between clenched teeth as he knocked Wilhelm's hands down and pinned him back against the wall. With vicious satisfaction he pressed his forearm across the German's throat. "Don't think I haven't seen how you have been looking at him...he belongs to me! So keep your hands off him. Or else!"
"What's going on in here?" Boris's growl startled the two men as he stepped into the room and glanced around, his eyes travelling over the young man who was curled in the fetal position on the bed to the furious dark-haired man who now had his lover pinned against the wall.
"Your boy decided to take advantage of Danny!" McGarrett accused, his eyes never leaving the German's face as he slowly removed his arm and stepped back, his anger still evident on his face. "Whether Danny consented or not!"
"Wilhelm?" Boris asked softly.
The green-eyed man's muted icy tone did not go unnoticed and his lover sighed. "He wanted to have some fun." Wilhelm shrugged as he rubbed his sore neck before he readjusted his clothes. "I guess we got carried away and he panicked..."
"Go downstairs and we will talk later." Boris dismissed his lover before turning back to the angry detective as Wilhelm nodded and hurried from the room. "I'm sorry Steve, but sometimes Wilhelm forgets his manners and doesn't always listen when someone tells him no...especially when they are as desirable as Danny..."
Drawing in a deep breath to calm himself, Steve nodded, silently accepting the apology.
Satisfied that he had defused the situation, Boris placed his hand on the taller man's shoulders. "I hope that you and Danny will decide to return to the party. I promise that I will talk to Wilhelm and he will not bother Danny again." He said cordially before he turned on his heel and hurried from the room.
Swiftly moving across to the trembling figure on the bed, Steve knelt down and gently placed his hand on Danny's shoulder, shocked at the amount of heat that radiated off of Danno as he softly called. "Danny...Danno. It's okay. It's me...Steve."
The lead detective's heart broke as his friend tried to bury his face deeper into the pillow and he heard the soft sob. "He...I...Ohh, God..."
"It's okay Aikane," Steve murmured as he lightly rubbed the younger man's back. "You're safe. I am not going to let anything happen to you."
Danny slowly turned his head towards the reassuring familiar voice and looked up into the concerned blurry face of his boss. "S...Steve..."
McGarrett forced a small smile as he looked down at the flushed, tear stained face and glazed eyes of his closest friend, "Yeah Danno it's me."
"I...I...he…he…" he shook his head in confusion as he swallowed hard and turned away in shame. "I'm sorry...I don't know..."
"Shhh, Aikane, we will talk about this later, first of all let's get you dressed and let's get out of here." McGarrett suggested softly as he helped Danny sit up on the bed.
H50H50H50H50
Closing the bedroom door quietly behind him, Boris hurried across to the desk where the small TV sat on. He settled down onto the plush leather chair, his smile getting larger the longer he watched the events transpiring on the screen. The images of the two detectives in the next room were clear and crisp as he turned up the sound. He watched the gentleness McGarrett showed his youngest detective as he helped him stand and dress before they left the room. It was easy to see the closeness between the two Five-O officers was more than just work colleagues and he briefly wondered just how close they really were – the type of concern that McGarrett showed for his Second-In-Command, the gentleness of his actions and lack of disgust at helping his friend up from this incriminating situation would have had most other men baulking, but not him. The lack of repulsed reaction caused him to wonder.
He waited until their footsteps outside in the hallway had long faded before he leaned forward and hit the stop button on the video machine. Pressing the rewind button, he waited for a few minutes as the tape rewound then settled a little further back in his chair and hit the play button.
A small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips as the images of Danny and Wilhelm flickered onto the screen.
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Boris barely noticed the door to the small room opening before Robert's surly shadow loomed across the doorway. Flicking his green eyes to the Hispanic man coming toward him, he paused the tape and asked. "Well, what is it?"
"He's waiting outside, wants to talk to you." Robert replied, grimacing as he recalled the disheveled appearance of the blonde-haired man. "Seems real upset about something, muttering how he wants to say sorry-"
"And I don't want to talk to him!" Boris growled, canting his head towards the television screen before he resumed playing the videotape as he scoffed.
The Latino turned to the tape, his beady eyes widening the longer he stared at the grainy picture in front of him, his mouth going dry as he watched Danny's drugged reactions as Wilhelm took full advantage of the situation. His throat clicked as he swallowed before he averted his gaze to Boris, who was watching him intently. "I see," he drawled. "Do you want me to teach him a lesson?" Robert cracked his knuckles meaningfully as he grinned. He had wanted to get his hands on the German for the longest time, and now that the opportunity had come, he was going to grab it with everything he had. "I'll do good."
The German rolled his eyes. Robert had more brawns than brains. He still needed Wilhem for the next part of the plan and having his lover beaten to death while being nicely vindictive wasn't going to achieve anything. "No, leave that to me. Just get him out of here, take him into our bedroom and make sure he stays there. Do whatever you have to to make him stay - tie him up for all I care," Boris grinned as he made his decision. This was actually going to work out even better than he had imagined. "I want him there in one piece when I go to see him."
"Okay then," the taller man answered warily. From the maniacal glint in the emerald green of those eyes he suspected that beating Wilhem to a bloody pulp paled in comparison to whatever Boris had planned for him. He mentally reminded himself not to double cross the German sitting in front of him.
Interpreting the order as a dismissal, he moved toward the door until Boris' sharp voice made him halt in his tracks. "Wait," Boris called out before rising from his chair and crossing the room to block Robert's egress by wedging himself between the Latino and the door. "How much of the stuff did you give him?"
Plunging his hand into his trouser pocket, Robert withdrew a small vial before handing it over to Boris, who held it up to the light to examine. The vial was almost empty but there were still a few drops of the clear solution inside. Thrusting it back into his former lover's outstretched hand, he glared. "No wonder Danny's as high as a kite. You managed to give him enough to knock off all his inhibitions and become nothing more than the lump of flesh he is."
"Which was what you wanted," Robert clarified, eyeing Boris carefully. "Was there anything else you wanted me to do tonight?"
"No, just remember to dispose of that vial. Burn it if you have to. I don't want it falling into the hands of the wrong person." Boris ordered, before returning to the comfortable chair he had been sitting on. He watched the Hispanic man's fast retreat, feeling a shiver of pleasure at the amount of fear he could instil in his subordinates. An evil grin split the shorter man's face. "Danny just didn't have a chance with that much of the stuff in him," he mused, before resuming his attention on the television and the moment that Steve pulled Wilhem off Danny as his lover was thrown bodily against the wall. He paused the tape again and stared at the image of Dan at his most vulnerable, lying curled on his side. It didn't take a genius to deduce what had almost happened.
H50H50H50H50
"I'm sorry," Danny slurred tearfully for the umpteenth time as Steve carefully guided him into the bedroom and sat him gently down on the side of the bed, "I don't…don't know…"
"It wasn't your fault, Aikane," Steve answered softly as he lightly squeezed Danny's shoulder, alarmed at the heat he could feel radiating from the younger man. The lead detective smiled reassuringly. "Let's get you into bed. We can talk about what happened in the morning," he ordered softly, leaning down to remove Danny's shoes before he straightened up and reached for the buttons of his obviously drugged Second-In-Command's shirt.
"I… we…" Danny shook his head in confusion, unable to collect his thoughts into any logical order. "I don't know…" he mumbled as McGarrett removed his sweat soaked shirt and lifted his legs onto the bed before gently easing him back against the pillows.
"We will work out what happened in the morning Danno," Steve ordered gently. "Now I want you to rest and get some sleep."
"I… I'm sorrryyyy…I don't …" Danny murmured as his eyes slowly closed and the darkness that had been lurking at the edges of his consciousness finally claimed him.
In sleep the younger man's face was more relaxed, unguarded. Drawing a deep breath, McGarrett looked hard at his friend for a few moments. Danny looked so young and vulnerable, too innocent to have been caught up in a case like this. "I'm the one who should be sorry, Aikane. I should have expected something like this, but I didn't." Steve whispered to the unconscious young man on the bed as he lightly placed his hand on the top of Danny's damp sandy curls. He should have prepared Danny more for what they could encounter, should have taken the time to try and ease his friend into the undercover role. Instead, he had disregarded Dan's worries and fears, and had paid the ultimate cost tonight. "What happened tonight was not your fault, it was mine."
Steve rubbed a hand across his face as he reminded himself any regrets, any guilt he was feeling would have to wait to be dealt with later – now was not the time to indulge in these kinds of thoughts. A soft groan from the man in the bed pulled him back from this line of thought as Danny began to toss restlessly in the bed, his breath coming out in stuttering gasps. A light sheen of perspiration covered his friend as Dan's body began to tremble and shake. For now, he would make sure that Danny would get the help he needed. It was the only avenue of comfort left to him.
Turning, he hurried out of the room and down to the kitchen then quickly located a bowl that was big enough for what he needed. Filling it with cold water, he carried it back up the stars to be bedroom and placed it on the table next to the bed before he rushed into the bathroom and grabbed a clean face cloth. He returned back to Dan's side and dipped the cloth into the cool water. Wringing out the excess liquid with his hands, he sat down on the side of the bed and began to gently apply the cool cloth to his friend in an attempt to bring down the fever.
"Easy, Danno, easy," he whispered softly as Danny flinched away from the cool cloth as it glided over his hot flushed skin, "You're safe, Aikane, no one is going to hurt you."
He swallowed hard in an attempt to remove the lump in his throat as his chest tightened with emotion. Steve continued to whisper reassuring words, hoping to calm his closest friend down as the younger man continued to toss restlessly. He was unable to ignore the guilt tugging at his conscience from the way that he had allowed the Governor to push them both headlong into this case. From the very first meeting, he had been painfully aware of the interest Wilhem had shown in Danno – as well as the younger man's obvious discomfort at the interest. He should have realized that with the suspicions of this group's involvement in drugs and the type of people they were dealing with that there was the possibility that something could easily be slipped into their drinks. In hindsight, it was all so plainly obvious.
"I'm sorry Danno." Steve whispered again as he blinked back the moisture that blurred his vision as he gently wrung the liquid out of the cloth before using it to wipe down the side of his friend's face, removing the heat and sheen of perspiration from skin that was too flushed. "What happened tonight was my fault not yours. I can only hope that tomorrow you will be able to forgive me for what happened tonight."