If he could, Danny always liked to go and pick Steve up from work on his way home.

Mostly because it was just a nice thing to do, to stop him from having to take a cab, or walking the five miles which he had done in the past when he'd refused to tell his cop lover he was low on cash. But also partly because when he would arrive the muscled brunette could quite often be found bent over one car's hood or another, working on the engine or cleaning the vehicle up.

Sometimes he would be under the car, on a roll board, legs sticking out in a completely fuckable position and the blonde would get to lean over him as he extricated himself from under the chassis and lock eyes with him from the floor.

At all times, though, he would be covered in engine grease, various oils and car waxes; his hair was usually askew, and the hot weather and hard work meant he'd also be coated with a sheen of sweat which made him practically glow. And by god was it a good look for him.

Tank top and cargoes, grease, sweat and tatts - that was Steve McGarrett these days, since he'd been released from prison to join Detective Danny Williams on the outside and pick up their relationship where they'd left off.

And it was that perfect view again for the blonde as he pulled into the garage forecourt to see that heavenly ass in those cargo pants sticking out from the hood of a car, dark green tank top rucked up slightly to expose a slice of lean back muscles under tan skin. It was definitely worth finding an excuse to get out of the office on time...

Steve glanced up from under the hood of the car he'd been working on when he heard the familiar roar of the Camaro's engine entering the lot. He'd been out for three months now, and everything had been going well. He was earning his keep, proving to himself and to his boyfriend that he could make it on the outside and do things the right way. The legal way.

He didn't know why it was so important to him. He'd always assumed that once he got out of Halawa Correctional he'd just disappear into the criminal underworld again and start back on the things he'd been best at - conning rich people, violent robbery, and just generally being the very opposite of an upstanding member of society.

But here he was; with a proper, paid, 9 to 5 job, regular meetings with his Parole Officer, behaving in all the ways a good man should... and dating a cop. That was one thing he'd never thought would happen, not even as part of a con. He'd hated the law so much, his dad had been a cop and that's what had kept him so distant and got him killed after all, and the force were always chasing after him and trying to put him in jail.

Before he'd been thrown into prison just over three years ago, had anyone told him that he would not only be on speaking terms with a police officer, but that he'd be dating one, sharing a bed with one, living with one? That he would be in a relationship with the head of the Governor's task force? That he would be associated with the man's extended circle of law enforcement colleagues, and consider them friends of his? Well, he'd probably have shot that person in the leg just for their insolence.

But there was his detective, climbing out of his car and meandering across the asphalt toward him; compact, muscular body, gorgeous blonde hair, blue-grey eyes that killed him and brought him back to life every time he let himself fall into their depths... Danny was his and he was Danny's.

The cop approached the mechanic as he finished up work on the Mustang, wiping his hands on a rag which was already soaked with engine oil anyway. Danny had his hands shoved into the front pockets of his grey slacks, white shirt with fine grey stripes showing off his broad shoulders, dark blue tie hung around his neck in true ha'ole style - he liked to look professional, apparently.

"Hey babe," he gave that lopsided grin which always tugged at something in Steve's chest, squinting in the direct sunlight.

"Hey," he returned the smile and leaned back against the car, "Still with the tie, huh?"

Danny stopped a couple of feet away and his grin widened. "I know you hate them, I just keep wearing 'em to rile you up..."

The taller man was about to reply with something suggestive when Kai Alana, his boss, appeared from the rear of the garage, so he kept it to himself.

"Steve, how's this beaut doing?" The local man patted the roof of the Mustang. He'd taken McGarrett on knowing that he was an ex-con, under Danny's reassurance that he wouldn't re-offend and was reliable and hard-working. The brunette had been determined to not let his lover down on giving his word, and so he'd been just that.

"She should be running again now, boss," he threw his rag down on the floor next to the tool box, "You wanna give her a rev and check?"

Kai nodded and climbed into the car, gunning the engine and leaning out of the open window to smile at his employee. "She sounds better than before she broke down. You've done a good job here!"

"Am I allowed to take him off your hands now, Kai?" Danny asked him as the man exited the vehicle again. "If he's working as hard as you say, I think he deserves some food..."

The Hawaiian man smiled. "It's 5.07pm, and I ain't paying overtime, so time you took your leave, McGarrett. I'll see you Monday."

The two men said their goodbyes to the garage owner, and headed for the Camaro. Steve took the towel from the trunk which was there for him like always, and laid it out on the passenger seat of Danny's car to protect it from the layer of filth coating his skin and clothing.

Once they were settled in and the blonde was pulling out onto the highway, he glanced over at his boyfriend. "So I was thinking we could go out tonight? Maybe have dinner at Morimoto's, or whatever you feel like?"

The ex-con shook his head. "I can't really afford it, Danny. All of my wages go into my side of the bills, I don't have much left over."

"That's on your insistence, babe, not mine. You know I don't expect that of you." He squeezed Steve's thigh on a bit of his cargo pants that wasn't coated with dirt.

"But you should, Danno. I'm living with you, I use half the gas and electric, half the water, I eat half the food..." he received a sideways glance and a raised eyebrow from the shorter man, "Okay, more than half the food... but that's my point. If I'm receiving my fair share, I give my fair share. I told you when I got out, I'm paying my way."

The detective wondered if he could actually get any more impressed by the man sitting next to him. He was so determined to show that he could play his part, that he put all of himself into everything. Danny could see why he'd been such a good con artist - he was focused and determined, and a conscientious worker is every way. Kai seemed more than satisfied by his work ethic and talent with mechanics, which he'd learned a lot of while inside prison, and to say the Jersey man was proud was the understatement of the century.

"Well regardless, it's my treat tonight. I'm the one suggesting we go out, I'm the one paying. I'm allowed to take my boyfriend out on a date, aren't I?" He was going to insist. They both needed it.

"Okay, fine. But can we go someplace a bit cheaper?" Steve finally conceded, realising his lover wanted to spend some time with him and spoil him a little.

The blonde worked hard to make it so Steve didn't feel like a kept man - accepted that he wanted to contribute, gave him the freedom he needed... not that he really knew what to do with it - two years in prison, being told what to do, when and how, all day every day, really took its toll when you wound up on the outside and suddenly in charge of your life again.

Hell, Danny had even told Steve the day he'd picked him up at the prison gates that he didn't want him to be his rent boy, that the ex-con didn't owe him for taking him on, and he'd meant it.

The sex they had was nothing to do with who saved who, no payment of debt, it was all about their relationship as boyfriends, lovers, equals. And it had never once felt otherwise.

And Steve loved him for that.

"And I need a serious shower before we go... " the brunette looked down at his oil-covered hands, "and then later I'm going to show you just how much I appreciate it in bed..."

Danny had to clear his throat at the mere thought of what could be in store. "That's- uh... that sounds good..." he mumbled a little hoarsely.

The mechanic loved that he could throw the cop's train of thought off so easily with only the mere suggestion of sex. He'd won several minor arguments that way. Their love life was hot and steamy, one born of rough and ready domination behind the bars of their prison cell when Danny had been wrongly convicted of being a bent cop and thrown into Halawa with Steve as a cellmate. Not knowing the shorter man was law enforcement, the brunette had quickly become obsessed with owning his new bunk mate, not only because he was the boss of the yard and needed to be in charge of any new blood, but because the man had intrigued him with his juxtaposition of physical and mental strength versus open submission.

Danny had just wanted to survive his projected twelve months in prison, and had told himself to keep his head down and take whatever was thrown at him just to make it through, despite it being so against his nature to let someone else control him. He'd been prepared to bow down to some sort of leader behind the walls, keep his nose clean, but he hadn't expected to have someone offer him protection the way Steve had. He had also realised, very quickly, that the protection come with a payment plan.

The way McGarrett controlled people was through violence, money, and sex… and Danny hadn't a dime to his name at that time. But it had been a revelation, because as it turned out Danny actually enjoyed being dominated sexually; specifically by the Greek god of a man he'd been thrown into a cell with.

He'd loved every moment of getting fucked hard and fast by that man, while slowly working his way under his skin to get to know the real Steve, find out how he ticked and why he was who he was. Becoming more than a possession, more than a toy to be used, within weeks he'd proven himself to be loyal, useful, and someone Steve couldn't do without. Under the strangest of circumstances and against the odds, they'd found love in amongst all of the filth and anger and tension that sullied everything about Halawa. They'd created something beautiful in that horrible place.

And when Danny had been cleared of any wrongdoing and he'd been let out, he'd gone to work cleaning out the cancers that had wracked the prison - the institutionalised bullying, the corrupt guards, and the lack of protection for the more vulnerable inmates. He'd changed it all, after seeing it from the inside. And he'd made a deal to get Steve a shorter sentence in exchange for information. He'd rescued him. And he expected nothing in return from the brunette except that he make a good life for himself.

He'd told him that he didn't need to stay with Danny, he didn't owe him. He could get back on his feet and leave if he so desired. He didn't have to live with the cop, didn't need to be in a relationship with him, none of it had been conditions of his freedom. But Steve wanted to stay. He'd picked this life now, one which he'd always thought would be hell for him and leave him feeling out of control, and yet he'd never felt more in charge in his life. Because he'd chosen it.

And they'd said 'I love you', and meant it.

They returned back to their house, showered and changed, and headed out to Sidestreets to have their meal together after the mechanic insisted on the much less expensive venue. They talked about Danny's current case and Steve's work, and how next weekend they planned to take Grace on a hike. Steve had grown up in Hawaii, and despite being away for many years during his years of illegal activities, he still knew the areas better than Danny who had only lived on the islands for around two years now. The brunette still knew the mountains, knew the trails, and he wanted to spend as much time with Danny and Grace as he could, fully acknowledging just how important family life was to the detective.

"Maybe I'll take you hiking some other time, just the two of us... I could take you up to see the petroglyphs?" Steve finished the buffalo wing he was devouring and leaned in towards Danny, "You ever seen those?"

"No, but I've heard of them. Graffiti on rocks, right?" The blonde stuffed a french fry in his mouth.

"Graffiti on... Jesus Christ, Danny, it's so much more than that! I definitely have to take you up there." He rubbed his face and dropped his hands to the table.

"Ooh, you gonna teach me all about the pretty pictures?" The cop teased and prodded his boyfriend's hand where it lay on the surface between them.

Steve lashed out and gripped his wrist, surprising him. "I'll teach you a lesson, alright..."

The detective dropped the fries in his other hand and swallowed hard. Fuck, he loved it when the brunette held him like that. He made him tingle, unleashed something inside him that loved to be taken and owned, and it worked so perfectly because where Danny liked to be conquered, Steve loved to take control. The ebb and flow of their relationship suited them both just fine, moving silently and easily from domestic bliss one moment to intense, and sometimes deviant, sexual pleasure the next.

"What, uh, what sort of lesson would that be?" His voice was a hoarse whisper, and he didn't care how he sounded.

The ex-con leaned in, his hazel eyes dark with lust and his voice a harsh growl. "One that involves me fucking you senseless... probably up against a tree, or maybe I'll just lay you out on the ground and screw you until you beg for mercy... I haven't decided yet..."

Danny took a deep breath and tried to collect himself, one hand going up to wave for the bill before sliding under the table to force the heel of his hand into his straining erection.

They made it out to the car before Steve began groping him indecently, and the detective fumbled with his keys while his brain tried to short circuit. The brunette grasped his ass cheek, and as he stepped up behind him to press his hard on into the cleft of his ass, the hand slid around the front of Danny's jeans to massage him through the material.

"Fuck, Steve..." he whined a little, finally managing to get his keys into the door lock and opening the door.

"I'm going to fucking have you when we get home," the taller man hissed in his ear as both hands went to grip the blonde's forearms and squeeze tight, "and you're going to love every minute of it. I'm gonna fuck you so hard..."

"Jesus..." The cop rocked his hips back into his lover, increasing the friction and pulling a moan from him.

"Get in the car and take us home, before I screw you right here in the parking lot for everyone to see..."

The idea of an audience only served to turn Danny on more and have him straining at his zipper. But, public indecency laws and all that, it was probably best for them to get home before he actually went ahead and let it happen.

Danny was hauled in through the front door of the house and pushed up against the wall, Steve's strong hands quickly searching out his wrists again and holding them to the plaster either side of his head.

"I've been wanting to fuck you all night," the taller man growled, leaning into to nip up the side of his lover's neck with sharp, insistent teeth, "You look so damn hot in that shirt, you know that?"

The detective grinned, because he knew Steve liked him in that shirt and he'd worn it purposefully to tempt the man. It was a black button down dress shirt which had the top three buttons undone to show off a tantalising glimpse of chest hair, and teamed with his tight dark blue jeans and black loafers, he knew it was a winning combination. Okay, he wanted his boyfriend to lust over him, so sue him.

The brunette was in a dark red shirt and black jeans, and he looked hot as hell, but Danny couldn't wait until those clothes were gone, to reveal the tanned skin and intricate tattoos underneath.

The ex-con was attacking the base of his throat, nudging his way under the shirt as he followed the blonde's collarbone across to find the scar on his left shoulder that had been left there by a shiv in prison over a year ago. He'd earned that wound protecting Steve, defending him against an old enemy when he didn't have to. Every time Steve saw it, it reminded him of the shorter man's tenacity and loyalty, and sparked electricity through him at the memory of Danny standing up to a man literally twice his size and putting himself between his lover and danger.

It excited him just to know that the other man could fight him, but simply didn't. That he could have that control over someone when he shouldn't have. Danny was far from weak in every respect, but he gave himself to Steve.

He ran his tongue along that scar, eliciting a soft moan from his boyfriend.

"Leave your hands where they are," he ordered, and released Danny's wrists so that he could tackle the buttons of his shirt and whip it open to display his broad chest and abs.

He ran his hands through the soft, dark golden hair which covered his solid pecs, his fingers tracing down the treasure trail which led into the cop's jeans, all the while observing that Danny was dutifully keeping his hands in place.

"You're being a good boy tonight... I like that..." He rewarded his conquest with a hot kiss, demanding entry to his mouth which was readily given, and sliding his tongue along the detective's.

Danny whimpered into his mouth as Steve ground his hips against the blonde's, their hard cocks sensitive to even the smallest nuance of friction through their clothes.

The brunette quickly divested himself of his own shirt while his tongue plundered his boyfriend's mouth, unbuttoning his own flies and dropping the denim to pool around his ankles with his boxers.

He kicked all his clothing and shoes away, going to his knees in front of the Jersey man and undoing his pants with practised ease.

Danny's fingers twitched as he tried hard to resist touching his lover. It was all he wanted to do right now; run fingers over his smooth skin, grasp at him and scratch at his back the way he liked, pull his hair... It was so hard not to disobey, and sometimes McGarrett's penalties were just as much fun as his rewards, especially for someone like Danny.

In the past few months his misbehaving had resulted in spanking, biting, being made to wait torturous lengths of time to come, a bout of extra-hard fucking, and even being gagged at one point. And he'd enjoyed every punishment that Steve had meted out.

Tonight, however, he did what his master wanted, and held his own hands against the wall while the man's hit breath skated over his exposed erection.

"Tell me, Danny," Steve whispered against his skin, so close his lips brushed his hip as he spoke, "Do you remember the first time I fucked you in our cell?"

The blonde closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. "Mmm god yes..."

"Do you remember how I tied you up and used you? How you fucking loved every second of it?" He punctuated his question with a scrape of his teeth over the detective's thigh while he made him step out of his clothing.

"Yes..." It was difficult for anything coming out of his mouth not to sound like a whimper, but he didn't mind because the brunette already knew his power over his lover, and Danny knew it gave him pleasure to hear the strain in his voice.

"Do you want me to do that to you again?" His hot tongue tracked its way up along the deep groove of muscle between the cop's hip and abs, drawing another gasp from him, while his hands went to the Jersey man's ass cheeks and squeezed.

"Oh god yes..."

Steve's tongue flicked around the head of his leaking cock, and his hands flexed again as he desperately tried not to react. God, what this man did to him was devilish, filthy... he wanted to buck forward into that hot, wet mouth, receive the amazing blow job that he knew his boyfriend could give, but that would be disobedience, and the ex-con wouldn't allow that. He gave when he wanted to.

"B-but I want..." Danny stuttered and bit his lip.

Then the brunette was standing in front of him again, face crushed up against his, voice low and gravelly with danger, but with a soft edge to it.

"What is it you want? You can tell me..." His breath skittered over the blonde's neck as he went to take his earlobe into the heat of his mouth, his strong hands on the shorter man's hips.

"I wanna see you while you fuck me..." Danny gulped and exposed his throat to his lover. Steve was always in control, but he took the detective into account at all times; tailored their experience to suit both of them, never taking it too far or ignoring his lover's needs and wants. They had trust. They even had a safe word, not that they'd had to use it, Steve automatically seeming to sense his lover's limits.

Sharp teeth grazed his stubbled throat, and the mechanic hummed contentedly, before he leaned back to lock his heated gaze with his boyfriend's. "Good, because I wanna see your face when I make you come... now get in the fucking bedroom."

Danny wasted no time heading for their bed, the taller man's hands placed firmly on his lower back as he followed him, but not having to propel him. His shirt was pulled from his body and he was shoved down onto the mattress, his legs gripped and pulled at impatiently until he was on his back, and he scrambled so his shoulders were against the headboard. He put his hands up obediently to grip the metal rail, and the brunette began biting down his chest and stomach hard enough to leave little red marks.

Every scrape of teeth pulled a small 'ah' sound from him, and it brought goosebumps out on McGarrett's neck to hear them. He pulled their bedside drawer open and brought out the lube, coating his fingers before hoisting the blonde's ass into the air and kneeling between his legs.

He slipped one finger into the valley between his cheeks and smoothed over the cop's tight hole, making him whimper.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Danny. I'm gonna make you scream, you got me?"

The detective bit his lip and tried to control his breathing. Steve had an amazing way of getting him worked up just by telling him what he was going to do to him - he'd brought the blonde to orgasm before just with his words, after stopping mid-fuck to torture him - and it always made him shiver to hear the deep darkness in his boyfriend's voice.

When he didn't answer, he received a sharp smack to his outer thigh, making him gasp. "Yes, Steve..." he whispered.

"Good boy..." The ex-con pushed his finger inside Danny's ass, and the blonde moaned and pressed back against him. He pumped into him carefully a few times, letting a broad grin spread across his face. "Where did you put the rope?"

"The wardrobe..." was about all the instruction Danny could manage at this point. The finger was withdrawn from him, and Steve made his way across the room to dig out the bondage rope that the detective had purchased for their private use. It was soft on the skin, didn't leave marks even when done up tight, but was sturdy.

He returned to the bed and looped it around the blonde's wrists and the bars of the metal headboard to hold him in place. They'd had to replace the wooden bed frame due to wrecking it during their first weekend after Steve's release...

Once the detective was secured, the ex-con began assaulting him with his mouth again, alternating between licks and nips as he worked his way down his body, and his finger slid back inside him.

Now that Danny didn't have the distraction of trying to keep his hands still, he could fully enjoy his lover's mouth on him, and he flexed and strained at his binds while he writhed under the brunette's touch.

The fingers of Steve's free hand dug into his ass hard enough that he knew it would bruise. Being marked by his man was erotic, knowing that he could look in the mirror the next morning to see strings of fingertip bruises or the remnants of bite marks just served to turn him on more. He loved belonging to the caged beast that was Steve McGarrett.

The mechanic inserted a second finger and marvelled at his lover's body, the firm buttock in his grasp, his gorgeous full cock laying heavy against his stomach, the way the muscles in his chest and arms moved and contracted as he squirmed beneath him, breathing hard. He was glorious and he was Steve's.

His tight passage felt wonderful around his fingers as he worked him open, and he considered how frustrating this whole process could be, having to wait that bit longer before sliding his cock into the man. He made a decision in his mind to suggest something to Danny, but that was for later. Right now he was forcing a third digit into the man and watching him carefully as he dealt with the edge of pain. He knew he could say no, but he rarely did, seeming to enjoy the sharp feeling of being stretched so roughly.

"Oh fuck, Steve I need you..." his voice was a needy, desperate whine and it never failed to bring the ex-con to the boil. Shit, he was heavenly when he was so undone, so exposed and raw.

He grabbed the lube up and coated his cock thoroughly, before wiping off his hands and grasping the blonde's thighs to his stomach, lifting him off the bed. He positioned himself so his throbbing dick sat at Danny's entrance, the detective's entire body suspended above the mattress between Steve's body and the ropes tying his wrists to the bed, and stilled himself.

He wanted to plunge into that hole, wanted to take his boyfriend hard and fast, but he enjoyed playing with the man too much. Loved seeing him desperate for his cock.

He knew the effect his voice could have on Danny, so he kept it low and gruff. "You want me to fuck you, baby? You want me inside you?"

"Yes, god yes..." The cop's ice blue eyes met his, heavy-lidded with desire and lust.

He let the danger leak into his eyes. "Tell me how much you want it... tell me what you want me to do..."

Danny didn't look away, his gaze never faltered. He didn't get embarrassed anymore, he knew that Steve loved this side of him, that he didn't need to be afraid of being judged by the tattooed criminal.

"I want you to sink your cock into me, I need you to fuck me hard... Please, Steve, take what's yours..."

And that was something he'd never be able to resist. Take what's yours.

He thrust forward, entering his lover, driving deep into him until he was fully sheathed inside the man's body. Danny cried out wordlessly, his eyes slamming shut, head thrown back, and he arched his back in mid-air as he gripped the bar in his hands.

Steve didn't pause, not even giving him a moment to adjust, knowing they were both yearning for their completion, and he shifted his knees so that he could slam into the blonde over and over, his hands under Danny's thighs, pulling them wide so he could ram in even deeper. Sweat dripped down his back as his muscled strained to hold the man off the bed, at the perfect height for him to hammer into that sweet, tight ass, and his orgasm began to coil at the base of his spine and tug at his stomach.

Danny was moaning his boyfriend's name over and over, interspersed with curse words and unintelligible sounds which were forced from his chest with every driving thrust. The brunette's cock was sliding over his prostate with each movement, and sparks were zipping up his spine, into his brain. His arm and shoulder muscles burned with the tension required to hold him up, but it was the sweet background noise to the main event of having Steve take him hard.

"Fuck, Danny... So hot, so perfect. Fuck..."

Steve's husky voice flowed over him, tickled at his consciousness, twisted through his body. Hearing those words from that mouth, breathy and broken, took him over the edge.

He screamed his lover's name and every muscle in his body seized. Hot pearly spurts of cum spilled over his stomach, and he bucked against the man holding him.

The feeling of the detective's climax rolling through him, tightening his muscles, the way he shouted Steve's name; it pulled his own orgasm from him and he drove deep into him one last time as he released his heat into his lover, claiming him, grunting and breathing out his name.

As Steve came down from his high all the energy left his body, and he had to pull out of Danny and lower him to the bed before he dropped him.

"Fuck..." he gasped out as he collapsed down next to the blonde.

"Jesus..." The detective panted and looked over at his boyfriend, unable to move any other part of his body. "You're a fucking animal, McGarrett..."

The brunette chuckled and stretched out his twitching muscles. "I try."

Danny made a contented noise and relaxed into the sheets, not even bothered that he was still restrained, but Steve was soon reaching over their heads to loosen the rope, and supported his arms as they were freed. They felt like useless dead weights as he laid them on the mattress, which was fine by the detective because he had no intention of moving any time soon anyway. He'd just let the feeling return to them naturally.

Steve's body was tired, but his mind was still active, invigorated by the adrenaline of assaulting his lover. "Maybe next time I've got you tied up, I'll just make you suck me off and leave you waiting," he smirked, "maybe I'll tease you until you lose your mind... then I can take you whatever way I want and you'll be begging for it..."

"You are a dirty dog, Steve," Danny grinned at his lover; he was always thinking up ways to torture his willing captive, and he had a filthy mind, which the cop appreciated no end. It made life interesting.

The ex-con rolled onto his side and took his boyfriend's lips in a delicate kiss, sliding his hand up over his jaw and into his hair. It was full of love and promise, so gentle in contrast to the rough sex they'd just had, and it sent shivers through the detective as he sighed into the brunette's mouth and the entire length of their bodies pressed together. He loved this man, so much; the way he bounced from dark to light, burning heat to icy cool, zero to sixty and back again. He had burrowed under the blonde's skin, into his heart, made it his home.

The finally broke the kiss, and Danny wrapped his arms around the other man now the feeling had returned to them. He felt lightheaded after that rush of emotion.

"Still think I'm a dog?" Steve gave him that shit-eating grin.

"Yes, you're still a dog..." Danny kissed him again, "but I'll admit, you're a damn smooth one..."