You're Mine

Danny stepped into his apartment, some streetlights which shining through the windows creating a semi darkness. He made it to his kitchen counter and tossed his keys and jacket on it. He was running his fingers through his hair when he saw him.

"God's Steve! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Danny shrieked and put his hand over his heart and felt it racing.

Steve took a step out of the shadows. He had been pacing and running circles in his house earlier after he saw Danny kissing a woman. He took another step toward Danny, and then another, almost unaware he was moving. His only thought was that Danny was the most fucking hot man that he had ever seen.

Danny realized immediately that something was wrong, Steve moved toward him, and he was acting strange.

"Hey man, what's wrong? Is everything okay? Did something happen?"

Before Danny could get an answer to his questions, he found himself pressed up against the nearby wall, and Steve was hovering over him. Danny couldn't even remember Steve moving from across the room. He leaned over him with just his lips pressed against Danny's hair. Steve's hands were on the wall beside him, caging Danny in.

"Steve, what-?

"How could you let her touch you like that? How can she be the last person to…"

Steve's voice was so low and gravelly that if he hadn't been speaking right into Danny's ear he wouldn't be able to hear him. Steve brushed his thumb over Danny's lower lip, and he felt the contact down to his toes.

"She? Who? What are…?

With Steve surrounding him with his body heat, Danny couldn't think at all, let alone try to figure him out. Danny brought his hands up to rest on Steve's shoulders.

"That woman. You let her kiss you. How could you? How am I supposed to just ignore it?"

With that, Steve put his hand back on the wall and leaned his body the rest of the way in. Danny felt him all over. Steve's lips left his hair and traveled down the side of his throat, burning kisses like a brand.

Danny was overwhelmed, but not enough to let that comment slide. He sucked in air and put his hand between them on Steve's chest, pushing at him.

"What right do you have to say something like that to me? You were spying on me?"

Steve didn't budge and Danny could feel his heart pounding as clearly as he could feel his own.

"Yes. No. I-"

Steve stopped kissing his throat and pressed his cheek against Danny's.

"I know I should, but I just can't stop this. You- you're supposed to be mine!"

Danny felt the words against him more than heard them, and he couldn't hang onto his anger, even though he wanted to. His frustration was transforming into something more tangible. He could feel Steve's weight against his and Steve's breath on his skin. Danny couldn't resist for another second.

Danny turned his face towards Steve's, and their lips met. It wasn't soft and sweet, it was searching and intense. One of Danny's hands threaded through Steve's hair, trying to pull him even further in.

Steve felt like he was drowning in sunshine. He had been resisting Danny's pull for so long, that it was as though Danny's warmth was racing through him, recharging him. He felt Danny's fingers in his hair and on his back, and he moved his own palm off the wall and onto Danny.

One hand grabbed Danny's shoulder like it belonged there and the other traveled down his side. He heard Danny's quiet moan as he touched him, and Steve made it his goal in life to hear that sound as much as possible.

Danny couldn't get close enough to Steve. His lips were soft, warm and urgent against his own, shifting and moving. His lips parted and he felt Steve slip inside his mouth just as Steve's hand trailed from the outside of his thigh to the inside. Danny felt his legs shift, almost of their own accord, to give Steve more room.

Suddenly there was a change in Steve's body, and the urgency paused. His body was tense and his hand against Danny changed from a caress to a grip, as if he was afraid Danny would pull away.

"Mine," was the word Steve pressed against Danny's lips.

It was a demand, and at the same time, almost a plea. Steve kissed him again, and then he moved his arm from Danny's shoulder to his hip in a sweeping gesture.

"Mine!"

The plea was gone, and this time it was a statement. Danny didn't have a problem with being his, but there was one thing that needed clarification. Danny gripped Steve's hair in his fingers and pulled, hard until Steve relented to back up enough to make eye contact.

"That goes both ways."

Did he even need to say that to Steve?

As if Steve could even imagine being with anyone the way he was with Danny. The idea of being with anyone else was laughable. Steve felt his eyes crinkle as the very idea brought on a smile. He reached up and pulled Danny's hand down from his hair. Steve brought Danny's fingers to his lips and kissed his palm.

"Yours!"

Steve moved Danny's hand to the buttons on his shirt.

"All yours!"