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Sympathy for the werewolf	By : mermaidnz Category: G through L > Hawaii Five-0 (2010) > Hawaii Five-0 (2010) Views: 3438 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Danny sleeps for most of Sunday. He surfaces once to find Steve wrapped around him like a possessive octopus, limbs entwined with Danny's and head on his shoulder. Feeling safe for the first time in days, Danny lets Steve's slow, even breathing pull him under again.

The insistent ringing of his phone is the next sound Danny hears, and he almost knocks it off the bedside table before finding the right button.

"Hey, Danny," Kono says. "How's Steve?"

"Sleeping," Danny grumbles, "and I was too until you called." He rolls onto his back and sees Steve watching him, hair mussed up but face alert. Danny figures that military life would condition a person to wake up fast in response to an unexpected sound.

"Sorry, brah, but it is the middle of the afternoon," Kono points out.

"Huh, really?" Danny blinks rapidly as he tries to get it together. "Yeah, we sent the agency nurse home early, and took a nap. Steve's doing pretty well, now, and he's less grumpy than yesterday. But he's still below strength, and he needs his rest."

"So you decided to nap with him? Aww, that's sweet." Kono's tone is affectionate, so Danny bites his tongue instead of sniping at her.

"Anyway," she goes on, "I just wanted to check in. There's one possible hit so far from the Radio Shack security footage: a white male who stole a GPS tracker five days before the same type of device got planted on your car. But we'll keep going back to when the item was first put on the shelf, just to be sure he's our perp. If we don't finish tonight, we'll pick it up in the morning."

"You guys are doing great work," Danny says. "Hopefully I'll be in tomorrow. It should be okay to leave Steve by then."

"Cool. Chin and I are almost seeing double after so many hours of this; we could use a fresh pair of eyes."

They hang up and Danny turns over to face Steve.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good," Steve says, his expression unreadable. Then he shocks Danny by surging forward and wrapping his arms around him, pressing his face to Danny's neck.

"Jesus, Danny, you were incredible – I can't believe you lulled the wolf to sleep. I knew you had the gift of the gab, but that was a fucking miracle! You gave me a time-out I really needed; you kept me safe and sane. I can't even tell you how grateful I am." He takes a choked breath, and holds Danny even tighter.

"Glad I could help," Danny says, overwhelmed by this uncharacteristic flood of emotion.

"Help? Danno, the sound of your voice was like a lifeline. And just knowing you were watching over me, and waiting for me, made the whole ordeal bearable." Steve kisses Danny's throat and whispers, "God, I love you so much."

And Danny knew, or was pretty damn sure, but hearing the words is still a powerful rush. He touches his lips to Steve's forehead. "Yeah, babe. Love you too."

They lie there together quietly, for a while. Getting to have Steve like this almost makes the pain and stress of the last nine days worthwhile. Danny's earned this moment, and he doesn't ever want it to end.

Eventually, though, the prosaic needs of his bladder and stomach present themselves. And Christ knows both he and Steve need a shower.

When Steve shifts position, bringing his erection against Danny's thigh, Danny's breath hitches. But he says, "While that's tempting as all hell, let's deal with some pressing matters first."

He can feel Steve's smile against his skin. "This doesn't feel pressing to you?"

"Sorry, Steven," Danny says. "I have minimum standards for my sexual partners, and you're currently failing both the dental and physical hygiene tests. Plus I'm pretty hungry – how about you?"

"I feel a little queasy from all that raw meat," Steve says, "so I might hold off on eating. Getting cleaned up sounds like a good plan, though."

He rolls out of bed, his usual supple strength restored, and Danny takes a second to drink in the sight of him. The scar on his chest looks like an old injury now, and it's clear that his broken ribs aren't troubling him anymore. Those awful bruises have faded, and his skin is only slightly paler than normal.

Steve looks healthy, or close enough to it, and it's as though some tight knot inside of Danny comes undone. He's kept Steve alive and safe...he's kept his promises.

"I'll start the water running. Come join me if you like," Steve says, walking naked down the hall.

The prospect of showering together is enough to get Danny moving. He borrows Steve's robe and uses the downstairs bathroom, detours to the kitchen for a handful of Pringles and a Twinkie, then heads back upstairs. Danny brushes his own teeth, for the sake of equity, before joining Steve under the shower spray.

The water is hot, the air is steamy, and Steve is naked and hard against him as they kiss. God, it's like one of Danny's fantasies come to life.

Danny lets go just long enough to coat his hands with shower gel, then spreads it all over Steve's skin. Steve stands still and lets Danny wash him, as if he understands Danny's compulsion to remove all traces of the wolf. He even bends his head so Danny can shampoo and rinse his hair.

Once Danny's done, Steve pins him against the shower wall, pressing their bodies together from thigh to chest. "My turn," he says.

Danny tenses instinctively, and then deliberately relaxes his muscles. He's strong but Steve's stronger, and Danny doesn't want to resist anyway – he's willing to give Steve pretty much anything. He's willing to let Steve take it from him, too, if dominating Danny will help restore the sense of control that the transformation stole from him.

Steve smiles a little at his silent submission. He kisses Danny, slow and sensual, while exploring his wet skin with soap-slicked hands: stroking his neck, smoothing down his arms, bracketing his waist, and curving over his hips. Steve maps his body as though he's planning a mission, Danny's responses memorized like signposts for future travel across this terrain.

Danny's trying to keep it together, but he can't help the low, longing moan that escapes when Steve runs two fingertips up his inner thigh and touches his ass for the first time. Danny shamelessly spreads his legs to provide better access. But Steve just teases across the rim of his hole, instead of pressing inside.

Steve has touched him everywhere except where he needs it most, now – Danny is thoroughly clean and unbelievably turned on. "Please," he says. Steve grins, like he was waiting for Danny to beg, and falls to his knees.

"Oh, fuck," Danny chokes, as Steve's warm, wet mouth envelops his cock and just keeps sinking down.

Steve pulls back and sucks at the head, creating such perfect pressure that Danny's legs tremble and threaten to give out. Steve clamps both hands to his hips, helping hold Danny up. Then he swallows Danny's cock down again, and fucking hell, it's like he has no gag reflex at all.

"Jesus Christ," Danny says, chest heaving, and then he just can't keep quiet. He babbles praise and curses, declarations of love mixed with threats of violence if Steve stops. And Steve doesn't stop; he keeps sucking and licking, and blowing Danny's mind, as though there's nothing he'd rather be doing.

It's too much, too good for Danny to last. He gasps out a warning and Steve pulls back, wrapping his hand around Danny's cock and jacking him off.

"Come on my face, Danny," Steve says, voice wrecked, "I want you to." And Danny just gives it up to him, helpless to resist. Groaning deep in his throat, he watches streaks of his come paint Steve's mouth and cheeks.

It's pretty much the hottest thing Danny's ever seen.

Danny slumps back against the wall as Steve turns his head, letting the shower spray wash his face clean before getting to his feet. "So fucking good," Danny says once he can breathe again. Steve kisses him hungrily, rubbing his erection against Danny's hip.

"You wanna fuck me?" Danny asks. "Because I would be okay with that." He's totally desperate for it, in fact, but Steve will figure that out for himself soon enough. Danny has trouble keeping his mouth shut when he's turned on.

"God, yes," Steve says. "I'd like to take it nice and slow, though, in an actual bed. And I just can't wait that long."

Danny kind of loves this revelation that Steve is a closet romantic, determined to make their first time special. He still wants Steve's cock in his ass, right the fuck now, but maybe he can have the next best thing. So Danny twists round in Steve's arms and faces the shower wall, tilting his hips up invitingly.

He looks over his shoulder at Steve and says, "Well then...how about a trial run?"

Steve's eyes darken as he realizes what Danny is offering him. He cups Danny's ass with both hands, squeezing. "Oh, yeah. Practice makes perfect."

He grabs the bottle of shower gel, spreading cool liquid down the cleft of Danny's ass. Danny braces his forearms and drops his head, biting his lip in anticipation.

Chest pressed against Danny's back and arms wrapped around his body, Steve pushes his cock between Danny's ass cheeks until he's riding the slick, tight crease. The pressure against Danny's hyper-sensitized skin feels amazing; judging by the incoherent sounds Steve's making, it's even better for him.

"More," Danny demands. "C'mon, I can take it."

Steve growls wordlessly and picks up the tempo, his cock sliding back and forth across Danny's hole and perineum. Danny leans his head back against Steve's shoulder and reaches one hand up to cup the nape of his neck, wanting to hold his partner as close as possible. Steve sucks at his exposed throat, too lightly to leave a mark, but enough to make Danny shiver.

It's too soon for Danny to get it up again, but pleasure still radiates through him as Steve uses his body to get off.

"Can't wait for you to fuck me," Danny says, giving up any hope of hiding how much he wants it. "God, it's gonna feel fantastic. Your hands all over my skin and your big cock deep inside me, moving just right, making me come so hard I lose my fucking mind."

Steve presses his face to Danny's neck, shaking and moaning as his orgasm hits. His come splashes against Danny's balls and drips down his inner thigh. It's hot and filthy and stunningly intimate.

He stays plastered to Danny for a minute, panting in his ear as he recovers. "Jesus, Danny. Your mouth should be registered as a dangerous weapon."

That's a little rich coming from someone who had fangs only 12 hours ago, Danny thinks, but he won't ruin the afterglow by pointing that out. Instead, he just lifts his face up for a kiss.

Steve rinses them both clean and shuts off the water. As they're drying themselves off, Danny grins at Steve. "You and me, babe, we're gonna blow the goddamn roof off once we get to the actual sex part."

"Hell," Steve says, deadpan, "and I just spent a fortune on house renovations."

***

Steve has regained his appetite, now, so once they're dressed they head down to the kitchen. Danny starts putting a meal together: leftover soup, a loaf of garlic bread he found at the back of the freezer, and a simple salad.

"I'll go clean up downstairs," Steve says.

"I could do it," Danny offers.

Steve shakes his head. "You handled all the prep – the least I can do is tidy up after myself."

Danny just gives him the keys to the basement, without further argument. He hates the thought of Steve down there alone, again. Still, he understands Steve's need to remove all evidence of his transformation. There's a practical aspect to it, of course, but Danny figures it's psychological too.

Once the food's ready to go, Danny clears away the detritus of his vigil from the living room. He then opens his laptop to check his email while he waits, but finds the CCTV feed still live. Steve is kneeling in the corner where the wolf had slept, his back to the camera. One hand is pressed to the blankets; the other is covering his face. Hating to trespass on this deeply private moment, Danny unplugs the AV cable.

Danny's folks have replied to his email from yesterday. They're pleased to hear Steve is doing well, and grateful for the pictures of Grace. Pop obviously did the typing – he still uses all caps, a relic of years spent producing incident reports on the firehouse's old typewriter – but the tone is entirely Ma. Danny can picture her standing behind Pop, dictating the latest news of relatives and friends.

His sister Bethany has also emailed him back, with proud boasts about her three children and funny stories from the salon she co-owns. God, Danny misses her. The two of them were close as kids, but her husband got transferred to Chicago soon after they married and she could only ever come back to Jersey once or twice a year. Danny's invited her to visit Hawaii, of course, but it's a big ask when money is tight.

If Danny was going to come out to anyone else in his family (Matt's known since high school), it'd be Beth. He's pretty sure she's not homophobic, since her business partner and close friend is an openly gay man. And she calls herself a recovering Catholic, though not within earshot of their folks.

Things with Steve are still too new to make any big announcements, but the thought doesn't scare Danny the way it used to. Maybe he could even be brave enough to tell his parents, someday. Though it'd hurt like hell if they rejected him, at least he'd have a safe haven to retreat to. Hawaii will never be home, but if Grace and Steve are here then Danny's got nowhere else to be.

Steve comes back upstairs, eyes reddened but face composed, and they sit down to eat. Danny doesn't ask how things went in the basement. He doesn't ask for any details about last night either, like how it felt to be a wolf and whether Steve remembers everything Danny said to calm the creature down. If Steve wants to pretend it never happened, then he'll respect that.

But Danny can't ignore the small matter of a squad of commandos that never turned up. He needs to know if that's one worry he can now cross off his mental list.

"Listen, Steve, there's something I don't understand. Wait, let me rephrase that: there are many things about this that I don't understand, but I've learned my lesson about asking you too many questions."

"Hey, no," Steve interrupts, leaning forward. "I was freaked out and angry back in November, but I'm not sorry you figured it out. How could I be, after everything you've risked to help me?"

Danny shrugs that off. "You'd do the same for me. But what would you have done this week, if I hadn't known?"

"Contacted the specialists at Walter Reed," Steve says promptly. "They'd have transferred me to a military hospital with suitable facilities."

Danny nods. "That's kind of my question, actually. When you decided not to ask for help, why didn't a team show up to get you anyway? Or, if they've realized that I know your secret, how come we're both still here?"

"I really don't know," Steve admits.

"Well, can you explain the system to me? The Pentagon must keep tabs on all its werewolves, right?"

"Yeah," Steve says, "someone stationed on the island will be monitoring me." He sounds remarkably okay with that. Steve's entire adult life has been controlled by the Navy, so Danny figures that a lack of privacy probably seems normal to him.

"Is that who planted the bugs?"

Steve shakes his head. "I don't think so. That equipment was far too hi-tech for such a low-level brief. No, my gut says the yakuza's been spying on us. Once I'm back on duty, I want to start digging deeper into their activities here in Hawaii. There must be more going on than we've realized."

"I agree – let's make that a priority," Danny says. "But back to my point: wouldn't your friendly military stalker be aware that you got shot, and understand what that could mean so close to the full moon?"

"Lycanthropy is highly classified, so the local guy wouldn't know why he had to watch me. He'd just report the news of the shooting, followed by updates about my medical status."

This conversation is like getting blood out of a goddamn stone. Still, Danny's thankful that Steve is willing to discuss it at all. "Those reports end up at the Pentagon?"

"Yeah. There's a big research department which handles all kinds of weird classified shit, but the sub-office responsible for managing guys like me is run by just one man. When we go to D.C. for our annual medical check-up, we have to visit him as well. His codename is L-10; it's a play on 'canine', I guess."

Danny's fascinated by the idea of a werewolf-wrangling military bureaucrat. "What's he like?"

"L-10's an older guy, close to retirement. He's pretty decent – he's mostly tasked with keeping our condition under wraps, but he does seem to care about us too. Anyway, he's the one that would have received word of the attack on me."

"So, what: he realized that you'd be unable to take the pills and would have to change last night, and just...left you to it? That doesn't seem strange to you?"

"It does seem unlikely, yeah," Steve says slowly. "I might check into it, see if something's going on."

"Be careful," Danny warns. "If you've managed to fly under the radar this far, don't draw attention to yourself by trying to find out why!"

"'Careful' is my middle name," Steve says, as Danny's taking a sip of water, and then has to slap Danny on the back after he chokes with incredulous laughter.

Just as they're finishing dinner, Chin calls Danny with great news. He and Kono have finished their painstaking trawl through the Radio Shack's surveillance recordings. Only one person appears to have stolen a GPS locator of that kind from that store, during those ten days. Even better, the shoplifter's appearance seems to match what little they know of Steve's shooter.

Chin emails them a still from the security camera feed. The suspect's wearing his ever-present black baseball cap and he keeps his head down, but at least they have a partial picture of his face now. It reveals a man with a strikingly pale complexion, light brown hair, a narrow unshaven jaw, and hazel eyes.

Danny studies the image, frowning. "He looks familiar, but I can't place him."

"Yeah," Steve says, "same for me. It must be someone we've both dealt with before."

"The gunman must have been stalking you before planting the tracker," Chin says. "Maybe you caught a glimpse of him then?"

Danny shakes his head in frustration. "I just don't know. I've got a good memory for faces, but I can't always pinpoint a name or place."

"Don't force it," Chin advises him. "Sleep on it tonight, and we'll start fresh in the morning."

After dinner, the two of them veg out on the couch to watch a DVD. They've done this many times, just as friends. But now Danny can lean against Steve and soak up his body heat, without having to maintain a safe distance. They've both seen Die Hard before, so there's no need to concentrate on the plot; instead, they bicker lazily about which of them is most like John McClane. It's a relaxing end to one crazy rollercoaster of a weekend.

It's late by the time they head back to bed. Danny gets turned on when Steve strips off, because the sight of all that tanned and inked skin would tempt a saint, but he's too tired to actually do anything about it. Steve looks exhausted as well, despite (or because of – who the hell knows) the massive healing boost provided by the transformation.

They lie close together, kisses dwindling in intensity until they're mostly just sharing air. Danny falls asleep with his face inches from Steve's, feeling happier than he's been for a long, long time.

***

He wakes up in an even better mood on Monday, because Steve is mouthing at his balls. When Danny makes an unintelligible noise of surprise and pleasure, Steve lifts his head from between Danny's legs.

"Hope you don't mind," he says.

Danny flaps one sleep-heavy hand at him. "Hey, go right ahead. I'll only mind if you don't actually blow me sometime soon."

Steve licks a path up Danny's cock, swirls his tongue teasingly around the head, then opens his mouth wide and gets down to work.

And God, it's just as mind-meltingly good as the blowjob in the shower yesterday; it's even better, because Danny doesn't have to worry about his knees giving out. He can just lie back, head propped up on one folded arm to give him a better view, and bask in sheer sensation.

It's been years since anyone sucked him off by way of saying 'good morning', and Danny gets close to coming embarrassingly fast. He reaches down to touch Steve's cheek, feeling his cock move inside that talented mouth, and it's a visceral thrill that pulls him over the edge. It's too sudden for Danny to give much warning, but Steve just swallows like a pro and licks his lips after.

Steve sits back on his heels, right hand wrapped around his erection. Danny wants to watch him jacking off, but Christ, he wants to touch him even more.

"Here," he says, "let me help." Steve moves up the bed to kneel at Danny's side, close enough for Danny to reach out and lay one hand over Steve's. Together they work his cock hard and fast.

Steve's eyes are tightly shut as he gets nearer to climax. But they snap open again when Danny says, "Come on me, Steve. I want to feel it hit me, wet and hot – I want to rub it into my skin. C'mon, babe, let me see you come."

Hips jerking uncontrollably and chest heaving, Steve follows orders and shoots across Danny's skin. Danny swirls his fingertips through the spattered liquid as soon as it lands on his belly, and Steve makes a choking sound as the last pulses of his orgasm are wrung from him.

Steve collapses sideways onto the bed, staring as Danny lifts his come-covered fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. "God, Danny, I had no idea you'd be so dirty."

"Yeah...and? You just got off on it," Danny points out. "Also, I have a very clear memory of you demanding a facial in the shower."

"I guess I'm dirty too, then," Steve says. "Man, sleeping with you is never going to be boring."

"Oh, didn't I tell you? 'Boring' is my middle name."

Steve laughs, and throws a pillow at Danny's head.
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