Steve sat on the sun-warmed bench and popped another scampi into his mouth, listening to Nahele and Grace chat with Kono about surfing.

Danny's daughter was just beginning to take lessons from her sniper 'aunt', and Nahele was already pretty good at the sport having grown up on the island. He was asking to come out with them next time and Kono was getting excited about organising the trip and maybe forcing her boss to come along too.

"Would you come too, Steve?" Nahele asked excitedly, "You can surf, right?"

"Yeah I can, 'Hele," he grinned, "And I wouldn't miss watching Danno fall off his board for the world!"

Grace giggled. "Danno should be much better at surfing by now, Uncle Steve's always taking him out for lessons."

Kono snorted at the blush which crept up Steve's neck. She could probably tell from his reaction that Danny usually managed to distract Steve away from the surfing element of their beach visits half the time. The blonde had a talent for ensuring he didn't end up in the water very much, generally preferring to share the back seat of whatever vehicle they'd arrived in with his supposed surfing instructor fiancé.

Thankfully, the young girl was already turning back to her new friend and asking him questions about how long he'd been surfing, so she didn't notice Steve's reaction and question it.

Grace was already fascinated by Nahele, wanting to know everything he had to say and hanging on his every word. Luckily the boy seemed to know this, and he was using the time with his captive audience to tell Grace all about the various sea creatures that lived in Hawaii. His knowledge on dolphins had her hooked.

True to form, their little ohana had accepted Steve's new self-imposed charge without blinking an eye, and it warmed his heart to see them all laughing together.

He'd managed to get Nahele into some sheltered accommodation quite close to his house with Danny, and the kid had been told he was welcome over any time. They would be only too happy to set him an extra space at the dinner table.

Steve glanced up at his fiancé, who currently had Meka's son Billy on his shoulders while he collected their orders from Kamekona's shrimp truck.

The blonde looked a lot happier now, and although the team were a little tired from their three-day operation in Australia, they had insisted on coming straight out to have lunch together. They had coordinated with the Australian authorities, and whereas the investigation was still ongoing as it would probably take a while to track the abducted kids down, the whole thing now felt like it was winding down to a close, the stress ebbing away completely.

Their flight had landed in Hawaii early that Sunday morning, and Danny had swung by to collect Steve without even dropping off his bag, picking Nahele up and taking them straight to the beach. Meka and his wife and son, Kono and Chin, and Rachel and Grace, were all there waiting, and the weird mismatched little family that Steve and Danny were slowly forming around them all spent the morning on the beach and then settled in to have lunch.

Danny appeared at Steve's shoulder and placed his food on the table before swinging Billy down and watching him run off to his dad, giggling. As he sat down next to his lover, he kissed Steve's cheek and pressed the line of his body up against the brunette's.

"Missed you," he grinned. And god he had, every second.

He couldn't wait to get home with Steve, especially now that Nahele wasn't in the spare bedroom, and show him exactly how much. His skin practically itched with the need to be intimate with his man again, like Steve was some sort of addiction, but he'd managed to contain the junky in him for a little while longer in favour of the team all chilling out together and supporting one another.

"You already told me that, Danno," Steve chuckled, wrapping an arm around his back.

"I know, but I'm gonna keep telling you, because it's true..."

Grace made a mock barfing sound at the two grown adults being mushy with one another, and Rachel laughed at her daughter and smacked her shoulder gently for teasing her father as she arrived at the table.

"We're all glad it's over now, Danny," she smiled at her ex husband and his fiancé, "I'm glad everything has worked out."

"Yeah, we'll still be working in conjunction with the Australian authorities for a bit, but it's looking positive. We're also setting up links with other countries we think the kids may have been taken to. It might take a while, but we'll get there..." The blonde popped food into his mouth and relaxed against Steve, feeling proud of his team's achievements.

They were such good people, tireless workers, and they'd helped him through so much these past few days.

The mechanic locked eyes with Rachel and smiled, knowing full well she hadn't been just talking about the case. She had been concerned for Steve and his relationship with Danny, and the effects the stress might have on them, and Steve appreciated that endlessly; to know that, despite everything, she was on their side... It was wonderful.

She gave him a wink which he mirrored, while Danny munched away, oblivious to the silent conversation the two brunettes were having.

"You still okay to shut up shop for the day on Friday, bruh?" Chin asked as he took his seat on the other side of Steve, and they were all joined around the table by the rest of the large group.

"You sure I'm invited to this thing, Chin? I wouldn't want to intrude," Steve glanced between the Hawaiian cop and his lover.

"Maggie's family said they wanted Five-0 to be there for the wake, and they asked us to bring our partners because they know you guys got the tough side of it too, looking after us," Danny squeezed his thigh under the table, "You don't have to come, but they just wanted to thank you all too."

The team leader had spoken with Mr and Mrs Cho on the phone while he had been in Australia, and they had expressed their gratitude to Five-0 despite the fact their daughter had been lost. Mrs Cho had even said that at least if Maggie had to die, her passing had meant that other children might be saved. Amanda, the girl they had already found on the island, and Talia, the second child who Cantera had snatched to fulfil the latest order, were now back with their real parents as other children would soon be. At least Maggie's death had some meaning.

Danny had teared up at that notion, and though he didn't believe in gods or the afterlife, he still sent a silent thank you out to that little girl for her sacrifice. If she hadn't lost her life, Cantera's operation might never have been exposed.

"I'll be there," Amy said, smiling at her husband, "Meka was moody as anything at home, and I know why. These people, losing their child, it's unimaginable... I want to come and pass on my love to them." She squeezed Billy tightly in her lap as he munched on his dinner, unaware of his mother's emotions.

Steve nodded. "If I'm welcome, I'll be there."

"Nothing's keeping me away," Danny said solidly.

"What, boss? Not even spiders?" Kono giggled.

Danny's head whipped up from his meal and he glared at the young woman. "Shut your mouth, Kalakaua," he growled.

"What? What's this? Did I miss something?" Steve asked, already grinning. Judging by his fiancé's reaction, this was something he'd enjoy.

"No, absolutely not," Danny hissed, but Chin and Meka were already betraying him by laughing along with Kono.

"So, boss man here made the mistake of reading up on Australia's native bugs on the plane over," she gestured to Danny, who was crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes.

"I just want to be aware of what I'm dealing with," he grumbled.

"Oh, like sharks and falling coconuts, right baby?" Steve teased.

"Shut up, you're not helping," Danny gave him a mock glare.

Meka piped up. "When we get to the Aussie's HQ, we're all standing in the reception area waiting for someone to come show us to the briefing room," he snorted at the memory and had to compose himself, "And this spider winds its way down from the ceiling and lands on Danny's collar."

Danny rested his elbows on the wooden table and put his face in his hands, while Chin came in with his part of the story. "It's just this little black house spider, perfectly harmless, and I lean in to flick it off him. He goes 'what the hell are you doing?' and I say 'oh, there was just a spider' and he goes lolo!"

"The spider dance!" Kono hooted and started waving her arms about, and cackled as Meka stood up from his seat and did an excellent impression of someone practically ripping their shirt off to get rid of an imaginary insect.

Steve almost spat out his food and the whole table erupted into laughter, while Danny still had his face hidden. The mechanic patted his back.

"Aw, poor baby," he cooed.

"I thought it was one of the poisonous ones, okay?" he grouched through his hands.

"Best part is," Chin added, wiping a tear away, "I'd already gotten rid of it!"

They all burst out laughing again. Danny's voice was muffled by his hands, but still clear enough to be heard by the whole table.

"I hate you all..."

It only resulted in more laughter, and Danny eventually uncovered his blushing face and threw a screwed-up napkin at Kono.

"I can demote you, y'know!"

"Daniel's never particularly liked spiders," Rachel laughed, "What is it you said about them? They're sneaky?"

"Tricky little bastards," Danny grumbled, and then looked at Billy, Grace and Nahele, "Don't use that word, that's a bad word."

The kids just cackled at him while Steve hugged him closer affectionately, and the blonde went back to eating so he could ignore the embarrassment.

Suddenly Danny jerked upright, speaking with his mouth full. "Oh babe, I forgot to tell you, I got ahold of that number you asked for," he dug a scrap of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Steve.

"Oh um, thanks baby," Steve took it and stared down at the digits, stomach twisting a bit in fear and excitement.

They held so much ambiguity, like Schroedinger's Cat, and he knew he was going to have to open the box.

He ate the last of his shrimp, and then disentangle himself from Danny and the picnic bench, before wandering off a short distance to make the call. It was now or never, and he didn't want to let himself put things off.

The phone on the other end rang a few times, and a young woman answered. He hadn't heard her voice since they were teenagers, and yet it was immediately recognisable.

"Hello?"

He paused, having to swallow hard, and suddenly not really knowing what to say.

"Hello?" came the impatient prompt.

Steve cleared his throat. "Mare?"

There was a long silence on the other end, and the ex-con had to pull the phone back from his ear and check the connection to make sure she hadn't hung up.

"Mary, is that you?" he pressed.

"Steve?" She sounded unsure, and he tried to read into the tone of her voice to work out if this was a welcome call or not, but with so little to go on it was difficult to tell.

"Yeah, it's me... I wanted to... I..." He sighed, frustrated at himself for not working out what he'd wanted to say in advance. There was so much, too much, everything, and yet nothing felt right. "How have you been?"

Mary Ann snorted and made a slight choking noise. "Seriously? It's been what, over a decade if not more since you last tried to contact me, and you're starting with 'how have you been?' Is that how were doing this?"

"How else am I supposed to start it, Mare?" Steve rubbed at his eyes with his free hand. Maybe this had been a mistake. She was angry, of course she was.

"Well how about trying for 'I'm sorry' for starters?" she snapped.

"I am sorry, Mary. I've been wanting to call for forever, but you changed your number and... and I was scared, okay?" He leaned forward against the railing overlooking the ocean and put all his honesty into his voice. "I want to try and build bridges, and I'm sorry I left it this long..."

She went quiet again, and he waited patiently because she deserved that at least. Finally, she spoke again.

"I heard you got out of jail early," she said, begrudgingly.

So she'd been keeping tabs on him? That was a good sign.

"Yeah, it's a long story but... Mary, I've turned my life around. I'm not the guy I used to be. I've done stuff, and who I am now doesn't erase that but... but I'm better, I'm trying to be better, and I guess I just wanted you to know that..."

"Okay... so what, you're a stand up citizen now?" She didn't sound convinced, he never expected she would be. He was going to have to prove himself to her.

"I'm not claiming to be perfect here, but I own a garage in Waikiki now, a proper, honest business," he said, picking at the wooden rail, "And I have people, good people, around me. And... I'm getting married, Mare. I wanted you and Aunt Deb to know that I've changed, and I would love it if maybe you came out to see us?"

"Wait wait wait, you're getting married?" Mary sounded more surprised at that than anything, and Steve laughed.

"Yeah, I met someone. His name's Danny and, god you've gotta meet him Mary, I think you two would get along brilliantly." Okay, they'd probably drive one another up the wall, actually, but what the hell.

"He? What? You're with a guy?" Mary sounded like she was choking on something, and Steve rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well surprise, your big brother is bi," he grumbled self-consciously, "Can I send you a photo?"

"Yeah, do it," came the amused reply, "This is something I have to see! The guy who turned the head of lady-killer McGarrett, huh?"

"I told you not to call me that," Steve groused as he hit the buttons to send the picture to her phone. He had been well known in his teens for dating lots of girls while he was on the football team, and Mary and a few of her friends had given him that nickname. Of course, his sister hadn't known at the time that he was also seeing a fair few guys, though he wasn't about to go telling her that quite yet.

He'd hated the teasing name at the time, but hearing it now and the way they had just fallen back into their sibling banter despite the discomfort, made it so much better. Just as long as she didn't hear Danny call him Smooth Dog... the two of them would have a field day over his nicknames and probably make his life hell.

The picture he sent was his favourite one of him and Danny – well, his favourite one for public consumption anyway – sitting in their regular booth in Sidestreets. Danny had that gorgeous smile gracing his lips, looking at the camera with one arm thrown around Steve's shoulders. The brunette was facing Danny, his eyes closed and his nose squashed into the side of the cop's face with a stupid grin on his face, arms wrapped around his lover's torso.

"Oh wow," she said, obviously having received the image, "He's kinda cute! He got a brother?"

Steve laughed, thinking about the Williams family photo he'd been shown a while back.

"He does, but they look nothing alike," he chuckled, "Listen Mary, I really mean it. I'd love for you to come out here and see us," he looked back across the beachfront to watch his friends all gathered around their food, laughing and joking, "You just wouldn't believe the friends I've made..."

She paused again, considering his request. "Maybe, Steve," she said eventually, "A lot has changed for me too... I'll see what I can do. But this doesn't mean you're forgiven for abandoning us," she added firmly.

"No, of course not. I get that," he nodded to himself. He'd known it wouldn't be that easy, and he was actually looking forward to the challenge of winning his sister back. She would be truly amazed at the group of people he hung around with now, the family he'd been given through Danny, and when she found out they were all cops? Well, he wanted to see the look on her face for that one.

He wanted to tell her everything, all about Danny and Grace and Five-0, more about his business and the Marquis, but it was too much to throw at her all at once. They would have to catch up properly, maybe do a video chat, and he wanted to find out what she and Deb had been up to, make sure they were both doing well. Not now though, this was only their first tentative point of contact, and he didn't want to scare her off by being too intense.

"Okay then," she said, and he was pretty sure he could hear the hint of a smile in her voice, "I'll be in touch."

"There is one more thing, Mary," he dropped in quickly before she could hang up, "I'm sorry to ask but, well I was wondering... does Aunt Deb still have those old photo albums from when we were kids?"

They pulled up outside Nahele's new sheltered accommodation and both men climbed out of the car to let the boy get out of the back seat.

"Are you sure you're happy here?" Danny smiled at him. He honestly wouldn't mind the kid living with them for a bit longer, he'd already grown attached to him after only a couple of days, and he was such a sweet boy. He also wanted to make sure Nahele wasn't just moving out to avoid inconveniencing them; Danny wanted the boy to be safe and comfortable.

"Yeah, I'm good Danny, mahalo," he returned the smile and blushed a little, "I just wanna, you know, make it on my own for a bit. Now you guys have got me into this better place, I think I got a real head start. But I wanna prove I can support myself."

Danny remembered the almost exact same words coming out of Steve's mouth when the brunette had left Halawa and come to stay with him. He'd been so determined to prove himself that he'd avoided asking for help and gotten himself into trouble, and Danny hoped Nahele would be a little more open to seeking aid.

He really was a younger version of Steve, and the Jersey man was glad the kid now had people to support him in life.

"Well we're always around the corner," Steve patted the roof of the car, "And I'll come pick you up at eight tomorrow morning, right here okay?"

The mechanic was going to miss having Nahele around. It had been nice, while Danny was gone, to have someone to talk to.

"You need anything, call us okay?" Danny pulled Nahele into a hug, "And you're still babysitting for Grace when you're old enough. I expect family discount."

Nahele pulled back from him and blushed, though Steve wasn't sure if that was due to the 'family' thing or because of the crush the kid had on his fiancé.

"Sure thing. See ya, guys," Nahele waved and began to walk away.

"Eight o'clock sharp," Steve pointed at him meaningfully and then climbed back into the passenger seat.

Danny chuckled as he took his own seat. "The kid overslept once, Steven," he grinned.

He started the engine, glancing over at Steve.

"You're a good man, you know that right?"

The ex-con creased his brow and looked at his lover. "Uh… okay?" He still didn't feel entirely confident agreeing to that statement. He knew he tried, every single day, to be the man he knew he should be, and the man that Danny deserved. Maybe that was good enough.

"I mean it babe, look at that kid," Danny waved his hand towards Nahele as the boy made his way into the building, "Look what you've done for him. He's a different boy from when I left! Just these few days and you've given him this confidence and happiness. He's a kid again, and he's holding his head high, and you did that."

The blonde squeezed his knee, and Steve put his own hand on top. "We did that, Danno. You took him in as well."

"Just take the fucking credit when I give it to you, huh?" Danny grinned, but the look in his eyes was full of meaning, "Cars, Nahele, me… You like fixing broken toys, huh?"

Steve cocked his head. "You were never broken," he said.

Danny shrugged and looked out of the windshield, biting his lip. "Maybe… but I don't think I was ever really whole until you came along either…"

The mechanic squeezed his hand again, waiting until his fiancé turned back and met his gaze. Neither of them said the words, because they could see it in one another's faces. Love, pure and simple and undeniable.

Danny cleared his throat. "How uh, how did the call with your sister go?" he asked tentatively.

"Good, actually... but let's not talk about the right now," Steve leaned towards his lover and let the heat bleed through into his eyes, "Let's talk about how we're going home to an empty house after you've been away for several days, and about how I'm gonna screw you until you can't walk straight, huh?"

Danny bit his lip and looked away from Steve, brow creasing in contemplation.

"What? What's wrong?" the ex-con asked.

"Oh nothing... I'm just wondering if it falls under fair police usage if I switch the lights and sirens on so we can get home quicker?"

Danny barely had time to drop his keys in the bowl before his ass was grabbed with one hand and Steve's mouth was on his neck from behind.

He had just about resisted using the siren, though only through sheer will power.

The blonde hummed in pleasure while Steve reached out and dropped Danny's bag onto the couch without even looking. Now his hand was free it slid over Danny's stomach, bunching the material in his fist and tugging the shirt out of his waistband to work underneath it and dig fingers in to his abs.

"I missed you..." he growled in Danny's ear and the cop shuddered with want.

"God, I missed you too, Steve..." Danny leaned back into his body and tilted his head to expose his neck. He hadn't bothered wearing a tie on the way home from Australia, and no small amount of that was due to the fact it seemed to please his man.

The mechanic nuzzled Danny's open collar out of the way and bit down lightly on the tendon that connected to his shoulder, while the hand that had been on his ass joined the first on his stomach.

"Undo your pants for me," he spoke into Danny's throat to draw another shiver from his lover, and moaned happily when Danny complied, slowly unbuckling his belt and opening his fly before smoothing his hands over Steve's.

The brunette bit his neck harder, and at the same time delved both hands downward into Danny's slacks, under his boxers, to massage his already-hard cock.

"Oh god, Steve..." Danny moaned and arched his back, rubbing his ass against Steve's erection through his jeans. He squeezed the ex-con's wrists, and Steve quickly decided he still had way too much power.

He pulled his hands out from inside Danny's clothing and grabbed his belt, spinning him to face him and then backing him into the wall. He took Danny's wrists and held them to the wall firmly either side of his hips.

The detective groaned and bucked forward, but Steve thrust his crotch against Danny's almost painfully to imply he should give his fiancé full control. He growled deeply against the other man's throat and dug his teeth in.

Danny felt electrified, every hair standing to attention and every nerve ending firing. He whined in submission and took a deep breath, relaxing into Steve's grip. God, did he need this...

"Good boy," Steve complimented and eased off a little, tracing the line of Danny's neck up to his ear with his tongue and sucking on the lobe gently, "Now get into the bedroom."

Danny needed no further instructions and, once Steve released his grip and stepped back, the blonde kicked off his shoes and socks and headed straight for the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt along the way. Steve was right behind him, also ridding himself of his sneakers and socks.

Danny got to the bed and turned around, letting his hands fall to his sides where his fingers flexed in anticipation. He'd already decided he was going to do as Steve told him today, because though he was desperate for the man and challenging him was always fun, he knew that Steve had been wanting him too. There was no need to push the ex-con any further, not when he already looked like he was going to devour him.

The taller man stood in front of him and licked his lips as his dark eyes drifted down his body. Steve gently slid his hands under Danny's open shirt and let his fingers drift lightly over his sides.

Danny let out a choked noise because it felt like he was on fire, and even that tiny contact had him breaking out in goosebumps. Steve chuckled and moved slowly around to the detective's back, trailing his hand over Danny's stomach as he did, and when he was behind him he grasped his shirt at the shoulders and yanked it off him viciously.

Danny gasped, feeling like he was on the edge of a knife. When Steve did this, darting from one extreme to the other – fast and slow, soft and sharp – it always got his heart racing that bit faster. His lover was unpredictable, dangerous, and he loved it.

Steve curled his fingers into Danny's waistband and pulled his pants and underwear down, kneeling as he did to help him step out of them. He ran his tongue over one pert ass cheek, nipped the other one gently, and revelled in the tiny reactions it elicited in his fiancé.

He adored teasing Danny, keeping him on edge like this, and he would never get tired of that gorgeous, rounded butt.

Steve desired his lover so very much, loved every inch of his body and wanted to map it with his tongue. He knew Danny loved his rough touch and dark words, and he was more than happy to give him the full experience today. Hell, he needed it himself, wanting to take control of that gorgeous man and put him through his paces.

"Look at you," he purred as he kissed his way up Danny's spine, "Waiting for me like a good little bitch... you want me to fuck you, huh?"

Danny's skin prickled, and he gulped hard as he heard Steve pull open the bedside drawer behind him and guessed he was bringing out the lube. Seconds later, slicked up fingers slid down the valley of his ass cheeks to rub over his hole.

"Mmm god yes," he whispered, widening his stance a little to help his lover gain access.

Steve dropped the bottle onto the night stand and brought that hand around to rest on Danny's chest, lacing fingers into his chest hair and tugging slightly.

"Good," he murmured into the blonde's ear, "Because I'm gonna make you scream."

He moved fast as lightning to bite down on Danny's shoulder and make him cry out, and at the same time he thrust a finger deep into the cop's ass and caused him to arch his spine. He held Danny to him, enjoying the power that came from being fully clothed while his fiancé was completely bared to him, and dug his teeth in just to listen to the filthy noises that spilled from the other man's lips.

"Steve, oh god... Fuck!" Danny had to dig his nails into his own palms to keep from reaching out as Steve added a second finger and pumped in and out of him, scissoring them and stretching him.

His cock twitched with every growl, every huff of air or moan from the brunette holding him steady.

He whined again when Steve removed his teeth and fingers, only to have three pushed inside him and the mechanic's mouth move to his ear.

"You're loving this, aren't you Williams?" Steve growled in his ear.

The wanton tone in Danny's voice when he replied twisted in Steve's gut, pushing him further towards the point where he would no longer be able to resist taking him.

"Yes, Steve..."

He pulled his fingers out and strutted around to stand in front of Danny. The blonde's head was bowed and his eyes were closed as he panted from Steve's hot words.

"Look at me," the ex-con whispered, and Danny's raised his ice blue eyes to meet his gaze. His expression was full of hunger, lips parted and eyes heavy-lidded, but he somehow still managed to look defiant.

The tiny, exciting challenge issued in his eyes lit Steve's fuse, and he let out a roar and grasped Danny by the waist, dragging him around to throw him against the wall forcefully.

Danny's adrenaline levels spiked as all of the air was knocked from his lungs, and he closed his eyes and held his arms up to the wall in a show of obedience. Steve immediately plastered his own hands over Danny's wrists, lifting them above his head, and bit at his lips to win the kiss he initiated, grinding his covered crotch against his lover's naked hip.

He pulled back after a minute and gazed at his fiancé, lips reddened and swollen, wrecked and breathless; he was beautiful when he was owned like this.

Steve stepped away and pulled his t-shirt over his head, throwing it onto the bed, and then put one hand on the back of Danny's neck and the other on his shoulder.

The downward pressure on Danny's shoulders had him sinking to his knees, and he looked up at Steve and bit his lip, waiting for his next order.

"Take me out and suck me," the ex-con commanded hoarsely, and he tangled the fingers of one hand into Danny's hair.

The detective kneeled up and used his nimble fingers to undo Steve's flies, fighting the shake from the adrenaline rush and pulling the jeans down along with his boxers. He swallowed Steve down whole into his throat and groaned around him when the taller man tugged on his hair.

"Oh Jesus Christ, your mouth, baby," Steve moaned and pulled out to slide back in again slowly. His lover felt hot and wet and glorious around his dick, and he leaned against the wall and guided himself in and out of the cop's mouth.

Danny used his hands to help Steve step out of his clothing and then ran them up the back of his legs, licking and sucking at the head of his dick whenever he pulled back far enough, before taking him back in deep each time.

Then suddenly Steve was pulling out and grasping Danny's rib cage just under his arms, bringing him up with such speed he physically lifted him from the ground before thumping him back into the wall. The blonde's natural reaction was to place his hands on Steve's shoulders to support himself, and he grinned and threw his legs around the brunette's waist to haul him in close.

Steve put one hand on the wall, pressing his body right up against Danny's and biting along his collarbone. The other grasped one ass cheek to pull them apart, and he lined up and slowly thrust upward into the detective's waiting hole.

"Oh fuck, Steve!" Danny cried out and pressed his head back into the wall as his lover's cock slid inside of him, filling him completely.

Steve bottomed out and stopped still for a moment, just soaking in the feeling of Danny, tight and hot around him. He licked up the other man's neck, tasting the salt of the sweat forming on his skin, and Danny tilted his head down so that they could kiss.

It was languorous and slow, their breath huffing across one another's cheeks as they licked into each others mouths and wrestled gently with their tongues.

Steve moved both hands to Danny's ass while he leaned them into the wall, and he rocked his hips to pull out and drive back in deep.

Danny gasped against his lips and lost concentration on the kiss as his sweet spot was hit, and he became lost in the sensations provided by this position, of Steve drilling so deep into his body.

He clawed mindlessly at his fiancé's shoulders and the back of his head, writhing against him and pushing his pelvis forward to take as much of him as he could stand.

Steve went back to lathering attention on his chest, and he bit and sucked marks into Danny's pecs through his fine chest hair, flicking his tongue over the hardened nipples and pinching them between his sharp teeth to tear little squeaks from the blonde.

Every upward drive into Danny's body felt like heaven, sending sparks of electricity dancing through his veins, and he could feel his lover's grip digging bruises into his body. The teeth nipping at his chest made him jolt and moan, and he was loving every second of the extra-rough treatment.

Steve could feel his thighs begin to shake with the strain of holding them both up, so he braced his shoulders and heaved them away from the wall, turning them so Danny landed on his back on the mattress with Steve on top. They both bounced from the impact, and it forced Steve deeper into his lover.

"Oh god!" Danny shouted hoarsely and used his ankles to crush their bodies together while he gripped at the sheets. His voice was breathy and raw, and that alone made the ex-con's stomach do somersaults, but his words scratched at the primal parts of his brain. "That's it Steve, right there! Fuck me hard!"

The brunette growled low in his chest and got his knees up on the bed, right up under his fiancé's ass. He tilted the other man's hips upward, took hold of one ankle to spread his legs out wide, and slid the other firmly around Danny's throat.

He hammered into him, gritting his teeth and throwing every ounce of his strength into fucking Danny into oblivion while the Jersey man cried out below him and dug his fingers into Steve's shoulders. He relinquished control to the wild animal within himself, taking what he needed and using Danny's ass for his own wicked pleasure.

The bruising force of Steve pounding into him took over every cell of Danny's body as hot, damp flesh collided, and when he managed to open his eyes for the briefest of moments before screwing them shut again, the sight he witnessed was unbelievably erotic.

Steve's face was the epitome of intensity; sweat beading on his creased brow and eyes squeezed shut as he let loose on his victim, the sinew in his neck stretched out and his pulse visibly thundering under that tanned, slick skin.

He was a beautiful force of nature, with Danny at his mercy.

The detective felt himself teetering right on the edge of his release, and after going untouched for so long it only took a few glides of his own hand down his shaft to topple him. He came hard and screaming Steve's name, bucking and writhing, fireworks going off in his brain as he gasped for oxygen and his cum spilled over his stomach and chest.

The sight of Danny climaxing under him, and his muscles clamping down on his cock, tore Steve's orgasm from him and sent him reeling. He shot his seed into his lover, throwing his head back and snapping his hips down and forward to bury himself at the deepest point possible, and for a few moments he found himself completely unable to breathe.

Then he was collapsing to one side and rolling off Danny's prone form while he floated on the blissful tide of happy hormones.

Danny ached all over, and it was the fantastic kind of ache that only came from a really good, deep fucking.

Steve had been right; he doubted he'd be able to walk straight, at least for the rest of the day, and that felt wonderful.

They both lay there for a few moments while their minds caught up again with their bodies, and Steve eventually rolled up onto his hands and knees over Danny to dip down and nuzzle at his neck.

"Jesus, Danno," he whispered, voice hoarse and rough, "That was just what I needed..."

"Mmm..." Danny hummed, still waiting for the endorphins to dissipate from his system. "I missed you," he repeated, grinning, and they both laughed together.

"Don't ever leave me again, that's an order," Steve teased and kissed Danny lazily on the lips before snuggling in next to him and pulling him in to play little spoon to Steve's big spoon.

"I told you baby," Danny murmured sleepily as he drifted off, fully sated and content, "I'll always come back to you..."