Disclaimer: See initial chapter.
A/N: Written with mirs13 in mind. Thanks for the encouragement to write. This one's a bit different. It was inspired by the song, "No Diggity," by Blackstreet, but then it kind of got away from me. The hc_bingo prompt - nervous breakdown was also inspirational for this installment. I hope that this chapter, different though it be, works.
He's hurt and disappointed. Steve wants to walk away, leave Danny to the pretty little number who's draped all over him – no shame in what she's doing, her hands, her eyes, making love to Danny on the dance floor. Her hands are in a place on Danny's body that they have no business being. A place where only Steve's hands belong.
Another idea comes to mind, and Steve smiles to himself as he makes his way toward Danny. His eyes never leave Danny's, even as he stops every now and again to dance with someone. He likes the way Danny's eyes flash with jealousy when his fingers brush lightly against a woman's breast.
Steve moves in, directly behind Danny. Sandwiches Danny between himself and the woman that he's been teasing him with all night long. He gets as close to Danny as he can, given that they're both fully clothed, and in public. It isn't nearly as close as he'd like to get with Danny – skin tight, deep inside, wringing mewls and screams of pleasure from him, and when he's done, making Danny beg for more.
Judging by the hitch in Danny's breath and the way the man stiffens a little and then moans, and pushes back into him, Steve knows that Danny can feel his erection against his jeans clad ass. It's a turn on. He bites his bottom lip and moves to the beat of the music, bumping and grinding into Danny's ass.
The girl's watching them; the pupils of her eyes are blown wide. Her hands are on Danny's hips, his ass, and she's pressing her body up against his – her breasts are practically bouncing in Danny's face. It's clear to Steve that this is a game to her, one in which Danny's the coveted prize.
There's a part of Steve that wants to concede the game to her, just to see what Danny will do. If Danny will take the bait and be a willing pawn in this power struggle taking place on the dance floor, or if he'll choose Steve over the bountiful brunette.
"Fuck," Danny groans.
He tilts his head back, wraps an arm around the back of Steve's neck. His lips fasten onto Steve's throat in a bruising kiss that's reminds Steve of the time a leech latched itself onto his leg – it was a son-of-a-bitch to get off.
"You trying to kill me?" Danny's voice is low, almost a growl.
"You started it," Steve whispers, and he delights in the way that Danny shivers – his whole body quivering – in response. "Question is, are you man enough to finish what you started, Danno?"
Danny swallows, Steve watches his lover's Adam's apple bob with the movement, and he knows that he's got Danny right where he wants him. The man looks half-stoned and that's when it hits him that maybe Danny has been drugged.
"I just gave him a little something to loosen him up a bit," the woman says when Steve shoots her a questioning look. "He was so stiff; I wanted him to have a good time. It isn't enough to make him pass out or anything, just enough to lower his inhibitions, make him a little more…suggestible. Maybe we can all go back to my hotel and…"
Steve cuts her off with a growl, and taps his earpiece, barks an order to Chin and Kono and then steers Danny away from the dance floor as the woman's arrested. She might not be the thief they're looking for, but the fact that she's drugged Danny is enough for them to make an arrest.
Steve wonders how many men she's done this too, and how she'd managed to slip a small dose of something similar to Rohypnol, into Danny's soda without any of them noticing. Of course, he'd been distracted, his attention on Danny, rather than the woman who'd been seducing him.
"C'mon Danno, let's get you home."
"But I wanna dance," Danny says, his words come out a little slurred.
Now that Steve's looking at Danny with something other than anger and jealousy, he can see the evidence of the drugs. Danny's eyes are bloodshot, and a little unfocused. He's leaning heavily against Steve, as though unable to support himself, and Steve knows that the drug that Danny was given was tailored to loosen him up, as the woman who'd dosed him with it had explained. The drug had acted as a catalyst, lowering Danny's inhibitions just enough so that he could be honest with himself.
The demonstrative display of affection that Steve had been subjected to wasn't entirely Danny's fault, but they'd still have to talk about whatever reservations, if any, Danny still has about the two of them being together, exclusively. That's something that Steve wants to make clear – that, if he and Danny are going to continue sleeping together, that he's a one man kind of guy, and he wants, no, needs, the same commitment from Danny.
"We can dance back at my place," Steve promises, steering Danny toward the exit. "But, first we need to take a little detour to the hospital to get you checked out, make sure that there won't be any more nasty little side effects to the drug."
"Drug?"
The ride to the hospital isn't pleasant, and it's all Steve can do to remain patient with Danny who keeps asking why they're going to the hospital and can't seem to remember Steve's answer from one second to the next. Steve feels like he's having some kind of mental breakdown, and he's relieved when they finally arrive and Danny's wheeled off to an exam room.
By the time the doctor's ready to release Danny (a little after six in the morning), Steve's beyond exhausted. He's told what he can expect to see over the next ten plus hours and given instructions on how to handle what might arise.
The drive back to his place is silent, save for Danny's quiet little snores, and when he pulls into his driveway, he sits there for a few minutes, staring out of his windshield. The sound of Danny shifting in his seat and snorting, breaks him from his reverie – a memory of his father putting his mother to bed after she'd had too much to drink one night – and he shakes himself.
Danny might be smaller than him, but he isn't light – he's compact and all muscle. Even so, Steve manages to carry Danny from the truck and into the house. He's tempted to dump Danny on the couch and let him sleep off the drug there, but he doesn't. His muscles are aching and he's ready to collapse by the time he's gotten Danny into the bedroom.
He strips Danny out of his clothes, dresses him in a pair of sweats which are far too long and baggy on him and a tee-shirt which is loose-fitting, and gets him tucked into bed. Danny remains asleep throughout all of it, lightly snoring the entire time, and Steve marvels at that, though he's seen something similar with Grace when Danny's gotten her ready for bed after she's fallen asleep on the couch.
He stands there, wavering on his feet a little, staring down at Danny. The man's hair is unkempt, there's a five o'clock shadow already gracing his chin, and it hits Steve right, in the gut, that he's hopelessly, madly in love.
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