"I want you, Danno. Want you inside me."

The words seemed to echo in Danny's head. At first he thought that he misheard Steve; he must have, his head was tucked into his shoulder. But then he mumbled it again. And nope, Danny definitely heard it loud and clear that time.

"Steve…" Danny carefully extracted himself from Steve, making sure not to grip any of his bruises. "Steve, babe, look at me."

Steve did so, and Danny was startled to see the glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Everything is still really fresh. I know you may think you're ready, but I really think we should wait a little while." Danny said slowly, keeping both hands on his thighs.

Steve hung his head and sucked in a deep breath before looking away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment as his tears restarted.

"I really want this, Danny." He whispered, hands still twisted in Danny's shirt. "I need you. Please."

Danny's hands moved upwards to clasp at Steve's. His moral compass was spinning out of control as his mind tried to process what was happening. Danny knew that he should be firm to Steve and remind him that it's not right, that they should wait until the emotional scars have healed as much as the physical ones had.

But that look in Steve's eyes; that hopeful, pleading look. Danny couldn't bring himself to look way from that look.

"Please, Danno." Steve leaned forward and pressed kisses along Danny's neck and up to his jawline. "Want you."

Danny couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped from his lips. His body was responding to what Steve was doing, no matter how hard he tried to think of something else.

"Steve…"

"Please, Danno… make it go away."

What was left of Danny's resolve crumbled at those words. May God forgive me… he thought, as he gave in and lowered Steve onto the bed.

"You will tell me if it gets too much, okay?" Danny looked Steve in those pleading eyes.

"Yeah." Steve breathed against Danny's cheek.

Danny started off slow. His hands were shaking as they traced a path down Steve's chest, not lingering too long on the yellow and green bruises. Steve latched his lips onto Danny's and plundered his mouth as he pulled the man flush on top of him, grunting slightly at the pressure.

Danny pulled away at the noise, but Steve shook his head and drew him back in after yanking his shirt off. Steve relished the feeling of Danny's furry skin against his own as he laid back against the pillows, disappearing briefly while both men shucked their pants.

"Danny," Steve sighed as their naked bodies finally pressed against each other, "Feels so good, Danny."

Danny moaned as their hardening cocks touched. The overwhelming feeling of arousal was winning over his morals as he moved against Steve, forearms braced and framing the brunette's face as he kissed, licked and sucked whatever part of his body was in reach.

Finally, Steve couldn't take it anymore. "I'm ready, Danno. Please."

"Are you sure? I mean," Danny lifted his head to gaze at him, pupils blown wide with lust, "Really sure that you want this now?" He had to know, had to be sure.

Steve nodded, and took one of Danny's hands and placed it low on his abdomen. His fingertips brushed against Steve's semi-erect cock, causing both men to look down at the picture it presented. Danny looked directly into his eyes as he let his hand slide over to wrap around Steve's cock and slowly let it glide up and down the shaft.

Steve made a noise that sent the blood rushing straight to Danny's cock and arched his back, pushing himself further into Danny's grip. He still wasn't fully hard, but was determined to get there.

After a few torturous minutes Danny decided that it was now or never. Still leaning on one forearm, he reached over Steve and grabbed the lube and a condom from the bedside drawer. Steve's eyes briefly fixed on the small silver packet as Danny set it on the bed, and was relieved that he never threw them out. He wanted everything to go away, but he wasn't quite ready for… that just yet.

"We don't have to do this just yet, babe," Danny said carefully as he knelt in between Steve's legs, one hand glistening with lube and positioned just above his groin. "We can wait a while, let you-"

"Danny," Steve reached up to place his hands on Danny's broad shoulders, needing to touch him, to feel him. "I need to do this. Please."

Danny nodded silently. He understood - well, as best as he could - but still wished that Steve would reconsider. He only hoped that he didn't screw this up...

"Okay, baby." Danny whispered as his hand carefully slid between Steve's ass cheeks, raising his eyebrow as the man's breath hitched at the intimate contact. Steve's hand on his shoulder moved down to grip his arm as Danny rubbed circles around his puckered hole.

Steve grunted when the first slippery finger entered his body, and his grip on Danny's arm tightened. He bit his lip and fought the urge the pull away from the intrusion, willing his body to adjust when Danny started moving it around.

Danny bent down to softly possess Steve's lips as he added a second finger to Steve's hole, stretching him. Steve whimpered against his lips as the fingers moved, he could feel that his insides were still torn but he said nothing. He wanted to - hell, he needed to - carry on.

But then Steve's whole body jumped as Danny's fingers nudged at his prostate. Before all this happened he'd never known what it felt like. He knew that what was happening now was a million ways different than what he'd suffered on the undercover op. He was safe in his home, in his bed with the person he trusts and loves more than anything in the world. But Steve's brain clearly didn't get that message.

Steve tried to focus on how Danny felt, he really did. But it was too much, and when Danny touched his prostate again it triggered something inside his head.

"Man, the boss really opened him up," Someone chuckled as they relentlessly plowed into Steve, hitting his prostate every time. "He ain't tight no more!"

Steve grimaced at the man's words and screwed his eyes shut as his attacker hooked the SEAL's left leg over his shoulder, a hand on his thigh to keep the limb pressed against him. It was bad enough to have his body violated in the most intimate way, but Steve felt even more dirty as the man ran his other hand over his nipples and down his belly to roughly squeeze his cock. If his own arms weren't tied to the table above his head, he would have shoved the man away.

"Ohhh no way! He fucking likes it, guys!" The man shouted, and Steve was mortified when he looked down and discovered that his cock was indeed pretty much solid.

"No!" Steve shook his head. He wasn't stupid, he knew that prostate stimulation can cause arousal whether men want it or not. And right now, Steve definitely did not. "Please, just stop!"

"Shut up, bitch!" Another man said, one of many surrounding the table where he was splayed.

"Someone give him another cock, that'll shut him up!"

Steve's cries of protest were instantly silenced as yet another man stepped forward, yanked him by the hair and shoved his cock into his mouth. He coughed and spluttered at the unwelcome intrusion and bitter taste in his mouth, which only seemed to enrage the other man and he slapped Steve across the face.

He wasn't sure that it could get any worse than this. But clearly it could, as the pounding against his ass increased until suddenly Steve felt that familiar heat pooling in his belly. He was powerless to do anything as his orgasm was taken from him and he came, powerless to stop the jeers and shouts from everyone around him as his come shot up his chest. Steve could only lay there, ashamed and humiliated as he continued to be fucked at both ends, tears streaming down his face.

"No!" Steve cried as he scrambled away from Danny, feeling his fingers fall limply from his ass. He pushed himself back until he was sitting against the headboard, his chest heaving as he hugged his knees to his chest.

Danny made to reach out to him, but one look at Steve told him that that wouldn't be a good idea. The guy was a Navy SEAL, after all, and Danny was pretty sure that he could still kill him while under the influence of whatever the fuck was clearly going on in his head. Danny kicked himself mentally when he saw Steve's eyes; they were unfocused, as if he didn't really know where he was.

"Steve?" Danny whispered, making sure to keep his hands in plain sight in case Steve thought he was going to ambush him or something. "Babe, you're safe now. You're home with me."

Steve sniffed and blinked. He rubbed his eyes and frowned when his hand came away wet, before looking up.

"D-Danno?" he said, as if he'd just noticed Danny kneeling in front of him. "I'm not… I thought I was…" Steve shook his head as he trailed off.

Slowly, Danny extended his hand. Steve reached out, brushing his fingertips on Danny's palm at first before linking their fingers together in a tight grip as the blond man moved to sit beside Steve.

"You wanna talk about it?" Danny asked quietly, not expecting Steve to answer. But to his surprise, he nodded, and Danny listened as Steve recounted his flashback. His voice wobbled, and by the time he had finished Danny had wrapped his arms right around him.

"I'm sorry, Danno," Steve mumbled into Danny's shoulder, "Thought I'd be okay, that I could-"

"Hey hey, none of that." Danny gently coaxed Steve to look at him, not wanting to force his head up. "None of this is your fault, okay? None of it. We're gonna fight this, and we're gonna win, babe."

"I just wanted the pain to stop, Danno." Steve choked out. "It hurt so much." Danny held him and whispered soothing words as he cried, bringing the sheet up to cover them as he suddenly realised that they were still naked. Steve wiped his face on the sheet, and when saw that Danny's erection had mostly faded his face crumpled.

"Don't even think about it." Danny said sternly, having spotting what had caught the man's gaze. "Don't you dare apologise, Steve."

"But now you-"

"It doesn't matter. What matters to me is you, baby." Danny brought a hand up to caress the side of his face, his fingers scratching at the back of Steve's head. "You need to recover, and these things… they take time. We'll get there."

Steve looked at Danny, his eyes portraying enough emotion to almost set Steve off crying again. He honestly didn't know if he could make it through this. He'd been tortured before, but nothing like this had ever made him feel so hopeless before.

But Danny was still here. He was still touching his face, still wrapped around him along with the blankets. Steve felt like no amount of scalding hot showers would ever wash away the disgust and humiliation that he felt, that he'd always feel dirty.

He didn't count on Danny, though. Steve could tell that nothing would stop him from making sure that he recovered, and he felt a surge of relief flood through his body when Danny silently handed him the shirt and shorts that he'd removed earlier and helped him get dressed.

"Danno?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I…" Steve pursed his lips as he mustered up the courage to continue. "I think that I… maybe need to see someone. About, y'know… what happened. And I'm so, so fucking glad that you're here, Danny, you have no idea."

Danny smiled and nodded as he reached for Steve's hands, stopping the slight trembling in them instantly.

"But, you were there too, Danno. You saw me getting…" Steve couldn't finished that sentence, couldn't bring himself to say the word. Danny didn't need him to; the image of Steve being raped in front of him was most likely going to haunt him forever.

"Yeah." Danny said quietly. He hated the look on Steve's face, and could tell that his mind was fighting to keep him in the present day. "I definitely agree."

Steve still couldn't look at him, and it made Danny want to go back in time and kill every one of the men who dared to hurt this man - his man. But sadly he couldn't do that, so Danny gently rearranged Steve so that he was practically in his lap and peppered his face with soft kisses.

"Danno loves you so much, baby, okay?" Danny whispered into Steve's ear as he ran his hands lightly up and down the brunette's back. Steve nodded into Danny's collarbone, hands toying with Danny's shirt. "We're gonna make it, okay? We will."