Steve heard the Camaro's engine as the car pulled into the driveway from the kitchen table where he'd been searching for parts for the Marquis and trying to distract himself from his own filthy mind. It was dark out now, and the curtains were drawn, but that engine had an unmistakable rumble to it.

Danny had messaged him after lunch after being called to work earlier that morning, apologising again for being pulled away on Steve's birthday – which they were meant to be spending together and relaxing on – and said he would likely be late home because a body had been discovered by a fishing boat in the early morning. HPD had handled it at first, but due to a sensitive nature it had been handed over to the Governor's task force.

He knew his lover would probably need to wind down when he arrived home, and that little thought had developed into full on technicolour fantasies for the brunette during his day alone, so now at almost 8pm he was more than on edge waiting for his fiancé to return. He had denied himself any relief, wanting to be ready for the detective who could finish the case at any time, so his actions had been tense and he'd had to be careful not to jab the keyboard too hard.

Now he knew his lover was home, he flipped the lid of the computer down, moving to the door and pulling one of Danny's ties out of his pocket.

The front door opened and the Jersey man walked in, stress creasing his brow as he dropped his keys in the bowl on the side table. He looked up, took in Steve's imposing stance and the heat and danger radiating from his dark hazel eyes, and swallowed hard.

If he didn't want this, if he needed slow and gentle or just to relax and do nothing, he could use their safe word. He could say no.

He didn't.

Within seconds of the door closing, he was slammed back into it, the air knocked from his lungs. Steve pressed his forearms against Danny's shoulders, placing the tie over his eyes to act as a blindfold and knotting it behind his head while the shorter man gasped in surprise.

"Welcome home," the mechanic growled, his mouth inches from his fiancé's lips.

The blonde moaned quietly and moved forward to kiss his man, needing his touch as electricity ran down his spine and his cock filled in his slacks, but the brunette moved out of the way at the last second and instead put downward pressure on Danny's shoulders.

"Get on your fucking knees," he hissed harshly, forcing the Jersey man to the floor but careful of his trick knee.

Danny whimpered and did as he was told, hands flexing at his sides with the need to touch and feel the ex-con. The stress of his case melted away, his terrible morning forgotten for the moment, burned away under the smouldering heat that was Steve McGarrett.

The experience was unbelievably erotic, the freedom of his sight taken from him meant he had to place even more trust than usual in his lover, and it sent adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Open your pretty little mouth, Williams." The low timbre of Steve's voice seemed to have a stronger effect on him than usual, vibrating deep in his body and making him shiver. He loved it when the other man used his last name, it reminded him of the time they'd spent together in Halawa, the four weeks he'd spent discovering what it meant to be taken and owned, when Steve had fucked him senseless and he'd loved every second, breaking down the tattooed criminal's barriers emotionally while he did the same for Danny sexually.

He obeyed, parting his lips, and the taller man impatiently pushed his thumb inside, opening his mouth wider, while his fingers curled under his jaw.

Steve smiled as his fiancé sealed his lips around his invading digit and sucked on his thumb, tongue swirling around the tip.

"What a good boy," he purred, and loved how Danny reacted to the praise with a stifled sigh and bit down gently to signal his enjoyment, "It's still my birthday... Unzip me, baby. Take me out and suck me, I know you love having my cock in your mouth..."

The blonde's fingers were shaking as he moved to undo the fly of Steve's jeans, and he took a deep breath around the mechanic's digit to ground himself as he focused on the task without the aid of his eyes. He managed to get as far as tugging his lover's pants down around his thighs before Steve pulled his thumb out of his mouth and he received a light but firm slap to the side of his face.

"Come on, you want my dick, don't you? Hungry for my cum, baby?"

Danny let out a small huff of frustration. "You know I want you..." he groused, letting the 'but I can't fucking see anything!' go unsaid, not wanting a reprimand for his sass. His blindness and his excitement were hampering his progress, but he finally curled his fingers around his fiancé's waistband and dragged his boxers down to release his erection.

Steve reached down to pump his achingly hard cock a couple of times to ease his own discomfort before directing the tip to Danny's lips. He'd been wanting to have his man again all day since they'd had sex in his new car that morning, thinking about his hot mouth and the talented things he could do with it. He loved fucking his fiancé, took so much pleasure in taking what the man was sometimes almost desperate to give. They were the perfect yin and yang, with Steve dominating in the bedroom where Danny loved to submit, the balance of their push and pull spot on, experimenting together and always evolving as lovers.

As his dick was taken into the silky heat of the blonde's mouth, he cried out with pleasure and had to lean against the door over Danny's head to steady himself. He felt the shorter man snicker around his cock, obviously relishing the fact that he could cause that sort of reaction in his master, and to teach him a lesson. Steve tugged hard on his hair, though he smiled lovingly down on the man, safe in the knowledge that he couldn't see his mask slip.

Secretly he liked that Danny knew he held so much power but didn't really take advantage of it, and the Jersey man was more than aware that he was Steve's weakness, but the current status quo was what they both wanted, needed, so neither ever made a move to change it.

The detective took the brunette's cock deep into his mouth, and applied slight pressure with his teeth as he pulled back, grazing the skin.

"Oh fuck, Danny... you feel so good, so fucking wet for me..." Steve thumbed along his lower lip and thrust forward into him again, careful not to push too far and choke him.

Danny hummed around him and bobbed his head back and forth, sucking and licking, flicking his tongue over the mechanic's frenulum and making him jerk at the sensation.

Steve let himself revel in the sensations for a minute or so, then tugged Danny's hair hard, pulling his head back and forcing his mouth open in a yelp of pain as he withdrew his dick. He dropped to his knees in front of his fiancé and took him in a rough, forceful kiss, gripping his head and delving his tongue in deep, tasting his lover and celebrating the way he felt under his lips. They were both gasping for oxygen by the time he pulled back, Steve still grasping the detective's hair tight while Danny's hands had moved to rest on Steve's biceps.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby... I've wanted you all day and I'm gonna take what's mine again."

Danny's only response was a soft groan, his ability to think straight being stolen from him with every passing second. It disappeared completely when the ex-con's free hand smoothed over the bulge in his slacks, and he bucked forward into his touch, fingers curling and tightening against the other man's muscles.

"Mmm, so hard for me..." The tattooed man ran his tongue up the curve of his lover's jaw, leaving a wet line that cooled his hot skin when he blew gently on it to make him shiver. Then he dragged Danny to his feet as he stood, shoving him violently towards the back of the room but keeping a firm hold on his arms so he didn't fall. "Bedroom. Now."

The Jersey man stumbled slightly, his fiancé guiding him in the right direction as he propelled him through the house, and then he was stopped suddenly and the taller man's hands were popping the buttons of his shirt undone. He went to unbutton his pants, but Steve stopped him.

"Don't, let me," he chided, his voice almost soft in comparison to his earlier orders. This really was about taking Danny's stress away, making him feel better after a rough day, and not just about the mechanic getting his birthday prize. He wanted his lover to feel good, his own enjoyment becoming a by-product of his love for him.

Danny sighed and dropped his hands to his sides, flexing his ever-active fingers, letting his man take care of his clothing until he was completely naked, and then he waited and listened to the rustle of fabric as Steve shed his own jeans and t-shirt. The cop was turned ninety degrees and pushed sharply backward. He shouted in brief panic before his fall was broken by the mattress and he bounced a little with the impact.

He felt the other man mount the bed, the mattress dipping either side of his body, and he twisted his fingers into the sheets and squirmed beneath him, pushing his shoulders back and exposing his throat.

Hot breath tickled Danny's skin, Steve's tongue darting out to lick along the shell of his ear to pull a wanton gasp from him.

The detective let himself drown in the sensation of a hundred thousand nerve endings firing at once. Without his sight his other senses took over, each and every feeling intensified and made all consuming by his arousal; a heady mix of taste and touch, sound and smell. Steve's tongue winding down his throat, their stubble scraping and catching as he moved, his hot breath flowing over his bare skin like electricity, teeth nipping at the muscle that linked his neck and shoulder and fingers brushing over his arms and bare hips.

The weight of the man on top of him alone was a turn on, but the feel of his rough, calloused fingers kneading his flesh and pinching his nipples had him gasping for more. The knowledge that the hot, heavy line now lying on his stomach was his lover's hard cock, that soon it would be inside him, fucking into him, taking him apart molecule by molecule and making him scream, was going to make him come all by himself.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Danny?" Steve's voice was rough and low, sexy and dangerous.

The blonde whimpered and arched his back, but strong hands pushed him down harshly into the mattress.

"Do you want me to make you come?"

"Fuck, yes..." he whispered.

"Beg me. Beg me to fuck you."

The animalistic growl made his dick jump, and the tip of his fiancé's tongue flicking over his earlobe again pulled a breathy, pathetic noise from his chest.

"Steve... God... I need you to fuck me... Make me yours, please..." He couldn't keep the desperation from his voice, didn't care how he sounded, he just needed his lover to own him.

The tattooed man gazed down on his gorgeous captive, blind and open and willing, submitting himself to whatever the mechanic saw fit to do to him. The cut of his stomach muscles, thick biceps defined under creamy skin, broad chest heaving as he licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come. He was heaven, and he was his for the taking.

Steve raised himself up on his knees and manhandled Danny until he was on his front below him, letting his fingertips dig into his flesh and leave little bruises behind to add to the ones already appearing from that morning. His man loved to be marked, seeing the evidence of their love on his body long after the act had occurred, and the brunette loved it too. His marks, his territory, his Danny.

He reached for the bottle of lube on the side table and smothered his fingers with the liquid, before running them through the cleft of the detective's perfectly rounded ass. The sounds he made clawed at Steve's neanderthal brain, telling him to take his quarry and devour it.

As his finger slid into his lover's waiting hole, his teeth sank into his right shoulder near his spine and Danny whimpered and flexed below him.

"Ah shit, yes..." he gasped, "Steve..."

The brunette took his time preparing his fiancé, opening him up with one and then two fingers, just to the point where he could take the girth of the mechanic's cock, but so it would still be a stretch to receive him. He knelt up with his knees either side of the cop's thighs, trapping him in place, and used his free hand to slick up his erection which was painfully hard after being ignored again in favour of foreplay and dirty talk.

He gave the Jersey man no warning, whipping his fingers away and leaning down to force his cock between those muscular cheeks, pressing into his tight entrance until the thick head slipped past the ring of muscle.

Danny cried out and twisted his hips as if to get away from the taller man, but he didn't tell him to stop. He wanted the fight, but only so he could be conquered. Steve's hands flashed out and took hold of his lover's flailing wrists, twisting them behind his back so he could grip them both in one fist. His other hand went to part the detective's ass further and push his hips into the bed, driving inch by inch into the temptingly hot depths of his prize.

The sharp pain shooting up Danny's spine gave way to mind blowing pleasure as the angle meant that Steve's cock slipped hard over his prostate, and the blonde bit down on the sheets under him as his nerve endings fired mixed messages to his brain. He panted hard, feeling a little light headed as beads of sweat broke out down his back, and he bucked into the bed to obtain some stimulation for his own dick.

Steve felt full and thick and delicious inside him, and he pushed up toward him to take the last of his length and have his hip bones flush against his ass.

"Shit," the taller man growled just above his shoulders, "You're so fucking tight... I've been thinking about you all day and now you're just so god damn beautiful and you feel so good..." Steve paused to allow the blonde to adjust to him, and indulged in sucking a pattern of dark pink roses into Danny's skin while he let his own breathing calm.

The cop grunted and shifted below him.

"Are you hungry for me, baby? Such a filthy little bitch... You need me to make you come? You want it deep and hard, is that it?"

The raw whine that escaped the detective's lips told him everything he needed to know, and he rolled his hips and began to thrust steadily in and out of his lover, ensuring his movements were fluid as he gradually increased his pace.

"You're mine, no one else's. No one gets to screw you like this except me..." Rather than a command to his fiancé, Steve's words were a reminder to himself, confirmation that this exquisite man was his and his alone.

"Oh god, Steve... yours..." Danny gasped into the sheets and flexed his hands at his back.

The ex-con raised his free hand and brought it down on the cop's ass, the smacking sound punctuating their groans and heavy breathing that already filled the air. He squeezed the creamy flesh in his grip before placing his palm firmly between his fiancé's shoulder blades and leaning his weight on him so he could plunge harder and faster into his hole.

Danny was moaning his lover's name into the bed, every sensation almost too much for him to handle, and he felt his approaching orgasm only seconds before it hit. He shouted wordlessly, gasping and panting as waves of pleasure rolled through him, his hips jerking uncontrollably to stimulate his cock as he came hard.

He felt Steve's movements become less coordinated, and the taller man hammered into him until he climaxed, releasing his seed deep within his lover.

"Fuck, Danny!"

The ex-con's entire body tensed and flexed as he lost control, and as all the energy left him in one go he collapsed onto Danny's back, forcing the remaining air from his lungs.

He managed to pull out and roll off him so he could breathe and move if he wanted, but the blonde just lay there limply, heaving oxygen in. They both focused on letting their heart rates return to normal as the endorphins flowed through their veins.

"Jesus H Christ..." Danny's voice was muffled by the mattress, and Steve laughed at the way his man couldn't find the wherewithal to move even minutely, or remove the tie from over his eyes.

He reached over and pulled on the detective's shoulder until he flopped over onto his back, and the brunette flung his leg over the shorter man's thighs and snuggled against him. He pushed his face into the crook of his lover's neck, where he'd long ago discovered his head fit perfectly. It didn't escape Steve just how well they seemed to slot together, and his inner romantic kept whispering silly words like 'soul mate' and 'made for each other' while he steadfastly tried to ignore them so as not to sound like a complete goof, as Danny would call him.

"I'll go get us the pizza menu when I have the energy again, so you don't have to cook for me... How was work?" he asked, as if he hadn't just viciously assaulted the cop in several different ways.

The blonde let out a sigh. "It sucked, actually... really sucked..." he sounded so tired, like there was a heavy weight on his chest, but a small smile flickered over his features, "But then I got to come home to you, and holy fuck was that exactly what I needed..."

Steve leaned up and kissed the cop's lips, pushing the blindfold up from his face and off his forehead. Those blue-grey eyes blinked at him and focused, adapting to the now too-bright light of the room, but the mechanic's heart twisted as he saw something painful in them.

"You wanna talk about it?" he whispered gently, as if he might scare his lover away.

The weak smile left Danny's features completely, and he looked down and away from his fiancé as the day flooded back to him. He felt tears spike at the corners of his eyes, and he screwed them shut.

"Baby, what's going on?" Steve slipped his hand up to cradle the blonde's cheek as he shook his head.

He sucked in a deep breath as his tears finally fell. "She was so fucking young, Steve..."

The ex-con's heart ripped in two as Danny rolled onto his side and curled into his lover, sobbing into his chest, and it was all he could do to wrap his arms around the man and hold him close as he released his pain.

He had no clue as to what had gone on that morning, what had affected the seasoned detective so much... but he was damned if he was going to let him go through it alone.

Danny chewed on his pizza and stared glassily at the television, not really watching the movie that played on the screen.

He hadn't really given Steve that many details, not wanting to think too much about the case, and he was grateful the mechanic hadn't pressed him further despite his obvious concern. It was hard for Danny not to bring work home with him, especially the more difficult jobs such as this one. He kept seeing that little girl's face in his mind's eye, and couldn't help imagining Grace in her stead, laid out on the wooden pier with the netting still tangled around her body… No, he needed to stop thinking about it and just focus on Steve's warm hand on his shoulder, his arm around his back.

Danny screwed his eyes shut and leaned back, tucking his head under Steve's chin and taking a deep breath. He couldn't cry again, shouldn't let it get to him like this. He should remain professional. He'd already cried on his fiancé once tonight, and forced back tears at the office when Kono had given him an unexpected hug on their return, despite knowing she would accept his weakness without hesitation.

The rookie could read him like an open book sometimes, and he wasn't sure if he should be grateful or not. At least he knew that he had people around him who cared; his fiancé and his team. They were his ohana. He just prayed he could get through this unscathed, that everyone would. The last time a case like this had landed in his lap… well, he didn't want to think about that either.

He resolved himself not to speak about it tonight. It still felt a little too fresh, and maybe it would be best to keep his personal and work lives separate for as long as possible before it inevitably bled through. Steve didn't need to hear the details, and Danny didn't really want to let them pass his lips again until he was ready.

Steve slid his hand up from the blonde's shoulder, where it had been resting lightly as a source of understated comfort, up into his hair. He scratched there gently like he would pet a dog or cat, just enough to show Danny he was there for him, ready to give whatever he needed, and he felt a little better when the cop relaxed slightly more into him and sighed again.

Part of him wanted to find out more about what was bothering the cop, know what was going on and why Danny looked like he was constantly biting back his emotions, but he knew better than to insist on satisfying his own curiosity when it was something that was obviously tough on his lover. So he resigned himself to knowing the few pieces of information he'd gleaned so far.

A young girl was dead, and it was first believed to be an accident, but some evidence had come to light which meant that Five-0 had been brought in to take over. That meant it was probably murder, and the ex-con felt sick to his stomach even knowing there were people out there who could hurt children. Child abusers and child killers never lasted long in Halawa, and he'd seen to making the lives of a few of them hell during his own time in the prison.

He thought about this child's parents and how they must be feeling; he couldn't contemplate something happening to Grace, and how he and Danny could even begin to cope… it didn't bear thinking about, and he had to swallow past the lump that formed in his throat.

All he could do right now was hold his lover close and provide the firm, caring touch he required. He'd felt a little guilty about the rough way he'd attacked Danny when he'd arrived home, but the detective had already told him it was just what he'd needed, and Steve thanked the heavens for the link they shared.

He hoped Danny would open up to him eventually, but right now the Jersey man was snuggling into him and taking deep breaths to calm himself, so he relaxed his own body and let his eyes drift shut, more than content to fall asleep on the couch with his man.

He prayed he could be what Danny needed.