Disclaimer: See initial chapter
A/N: Written for dailyfics over at livejournal, prompt was Fire.
Summary: Danny's undercover at a bar, trying to catch a femme fatale. Steve's more than just a little jealous of the many women who seem to want his partner, and Danny's a tease. Inspired by the song, "Fire," by the Pointer Sisters.
The low light of the bar, and the distance between them was unable to mask the smoldering fire that was simmering just beneath the surface of the Steve's hazel eyes. Danny could see jealousy's flames flickering golden and it sparked something primeval within him.
Steve's muscles were stretched tight as violin strings and Danny wondered that they didn't snap from the coiled tension that rolled off the man in palpable waves. Danny swelled with pride, a part of him childishly excited that he'd brought out these feelings of jealousy in the other man, that Steve wanted him at the exclusion of all others.
And from the primitive, caveman look that Danny could see gleaming in Steve's eyes, even from this distance – like man's discovery of fire, hot and burning, scintillating – Danny knew that Steve was more than just a little envious of the copious female attention he was receiving. Foolishly, it made him want to tease and tantalize his 'mate' further just to see if he could invoke the green-eyed monster's baser instincts within the normally unflappable man.
The part of him that did not lack common sense understood the underlying danger in this – a snake charmer playing the flute to make a king cobra dance and undulate, not to the tune the flute played, but the movement of the flautist's hands. If the flautist miscalculated, the snake could strike and kill.
He understood the fire in Steve's eyes for what it was, and knew, instinctively, that it would not be wise to ignite it even further, but Danny had thrown common sense out the window when he met Steve. He delighted in the thought of making the other man dance to his tune and wondered, with a thrill, what Steve's 'bite' would feel like when he struck.
So, instead of pushing the leggy brunette away – he knew she wasn't the woman they were looking for – he welcomed her unsolicited advances. Running his tongue along the curve of her slender neck, licking and tasting, he relished her delicate femininity, so different from Steven's rough stubble and rippling muscles. He nipped playfully at her earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from the woman not entirely unlike Steve's when Danny was rutting against him.
Fingering her lace panties with one hand, he rubbed calloused fingers along the outer edge of her thigh, igniting goose bumps along her skin, which was otherwise smooth as silk. She arched into his touch, and moved in for a kiss. Her long hair brushed against his cheeks, tickling him.
The cloying flavors of strawberries and vanilla exploded on Danny's tongue and he found himself yearning for the taste of his partner – a mixture of sea salt and something entirely undefinable, which was exclusively Steven.
All the while, Danny kept a close eye on his partner. He reveled in the way Steve's eyes darkened to an almost black and the look of absolute hatred his partner was casting at the woman Danny had kissed. He was pleased with the possessiveness his actions had kindled in Steve, the way the man's eyes were trained on him like iron filings drawn to a magnet.
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