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It was still dark outside when Danny woke up.
Or rather, was woken up in a very pleasurable way.
Still, if there hadn't been teeth around some very precious part of his anatomy, the glinting and evil numbers 6:00 on the alarm clock right next to him would have been more than enough reason for him to hit his partner over the head.
As it was though, he held back the hissed"Bastard!" that wanted to escape and settled instead for moaning,- because his partner's mouth was just too good to miss. He'd hit him later.
Biting down on a knuckle, his back arched when clever fingers tugged at his balls and simultaneously pressed down on the small patch of skin behind them.
But it wasn't enough.
He ached, he felt empty and he wanted more.
Now.
"In me," he panted and spread his legs further apart to allow better access but all he got in reply was a dark chuckle that vibrated around his dick and nearly made him lose control.
Then, the fingers moved further back and touched his hole, tapping against it but not entering yet.
He squeezed his eyes shuts and nearly sobbed.
"C'mon, in me. Don't…don't make me beg."
He felt cool air on his cock and he wasn't sure if should be thankful or cry in disappointment but did neither in the end, because only seconds later teeth sank into his right nipple and a slick hardness pressed against his hole.
Pressure followed, and in one thrust that nearly made him scream, he was entered.
It hurt, just a bit, but he was used to it by now and it felt so good he forgot to breathe for a second. But just for a second. Then the next thrust hit his prostate just right and he was gasping again, moving in rhythm with the body above him.
It was hard and it was rough and it was so fucking perfect that Danny could have cried.
He came with a gasp, felt his muscles squeeze around the hardness inside him and it was enough to push his partner over the edge, too. A muffled growl sounded against his chest and he felt a little sting when teeth closed, just for a second, harder than comfortable around his nipple.
His suddenly boneless partner pushed him into the mattress, preventing him from moving, and he relished it, the pressure, the weight and the feeling of having this warm, beloved body in his arms.
Lazily, he let the tremors travel through him, let his fingers glide over the smooth back above him and chuckled when it earned him something that sounded like a purr.
"Well, Andrew, that was fabulous as always."
It got him a snort along with a poke into his ribs.
"A lesser man's self-esteem would really take a beating with you around, Danno."
Grinning helplessly, Danny pressed a kiss into the dark hair and cooed, "Aw, Babe, you know you're the only one."
The "I know" was muffled against his neck and together, they enjoyed another few minutes of just laying there, doing nothing but basking in the afterglow and the closeness of each other.
But then, same as every morning, Steve eventually got restless, started to shift and in the end detangled himself to start hunting for his swimming trunks.
"You going to join me, Danno?"
For a second, Danny contemplated staying between the warm sheets to go back to sleep once more, but couple-time for them had been rare these last two weeks. And looking at tall, dark and handsome in front of him, in nothing more than black board shorts made it an easy decision.
"You better make me some coffee while I clean up, babe, or I'll fall asleep while you're swimming."
He swung his legs over the edge and stood, stretching till he felt his back give a satisfying crack before heading to the bathroom. Before he could enter though, strong arms caught him around his waist and pulled him into a deep kiss.
"You sure you want to clean up? I like the idea of you dripping and ready for me for another round."
Steve had that stupid lopsided smile on his face, along with a glint in his eyes that told Danny that while the words were spoken in jest, they held a spark of truth. Giving the man another small kiss, Danny wriggled out of his arms and moved further into the bathroom.
"Tell you what, babe. When I don't have to wait an hour for the second round, we can talk about you dripping out of me."
And then, with a last suggestive wriggle of his ass, he closed the door in Steve's face, chuckling all the while at how Steve's eyes had blown wide at the comment.
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When he entered the kitchen, wearing his own trunks, coffee was waiting for him, along with a towel, an apple, his phone and his read of the week.
He pushed Steve aside with his hip and swallowed the black goodness down as fast as he could, ignoring the indignant yelp of the other man.
"Jesus, it's good to know what comes first for you."
Danny glanced at the pouting face Steve was sporting and took another sip.
"A man has to have his priorities straight, babe. But you are a very close second, never fear."
Steve slapped him on the ass and grabbed both his and Dannie's things, heading out towards the beach, "Seriously, Danno, I'm crushed. You can blow me later to make it up to me."
Trailing after his boss, Danny grinned.
"There could be worse things to do, babe."
Several feet away from the water's edge they came to a halt and Steve spread Danny's towel out, setting his next to it.
"You put sunscreen on?"
Stifling a sigh, Danny nodded.
He never forgot, but ever since Steve had figured out that the dress shirts and whole body cover up was mostly so he didn't end up as a lobster, the SEAL insisted on checking and buying a ridiculous and embarrassing children's sunscreen of at least SPF 50.
Actually, most of the time he made Danny use Grace's.
But it was only a small thing, and if it made McGarrett happy to nag, Danny had no problem putting up with it. After all, he had his quirks too.
"'kay, here's your book, here's your apple and phone, and I'll be back in an hour."
Then he pulled Danny into another kiss, gave him a quick grin and headed out into the water while putting on his goggles.
It had become their own little morning ritual, which Danny hadn't been a big fan of in the beginning, but now he rarely missed out on it.
He liked starting his day like this; watching Steve swim, relaxing on his towel and reading a few pages. It was stress free and nice.
Sometimes he went into the water with Steve for a quick dip, but he still wasn't a big fan of the ocean. Not knowing what was underneath him gave him the creeps, like securing a house and having to peek around the corners, never knowing what might be waiting for him or coming up behind him.
His eyes followed Steve's butterfly strokes until the man disappeared from sight before, with a quick look at his watch, he set the alarm on the phone and he settled belly-down on his towel and opened his book.
Roughly forty-five minutes before Steve would be back.
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When his phone's alarm sounded, it gave him a small shock. The book had been a present from Kono, about sheep solving a murder and was actually quite amusing and captivating.
Putting it aside, he sat up to scan the ocean…and there was Steve. The man's internal clock was a thing of wonder.
He had switched to breaststroke and Danny couldn't help admire his smooth, rhythmic strokes that moved him quickly through the water.
Danny didn't really like to swim, was more a fan of boxing or the gym, but he could admire someone else doing it. That someone being Steve.
Standing up, he went to the water's edge, enjoying the way his toes sank into the wet sand, his eyes on his partner all the while.
By now, Steve was roughly 100 yards away from him.
Then Danny saw a triangle behind him.
And suddenly Steve was gone.
For a second Danny was frozen. He frantically scanned the water, looking for churning, a shadow, the fucking triangle, Steve. But there was nothing.
Later, when he thought about it, he knew that it couldn't have been more than a few seconds.
Still, it felt like an eternity until he saw and heard Steve pop up from the water with a scream, some 100 feet to the right from where he had been.
Danny was swimming before he knew he had entered the water. Fear made his stomach cramp, fear for himself, fear for Steve, fear of what was in the water. But he refused to retreat, locking his eyes on Steve, who was trying to swim with only one arm.
It seemed like hours until Danny reached Steve and all the while this goddamn fear surrounded him.
Steve's face was ashen and there was blood surrounding him in a murky cloud in the water, which made Danny unable to see anything.
His eyes were blown wide and he was babbling about Danny getting out of the water, getting away from the blood.
Danny refused to think about what the blood could be calling towards them.
Instead he ruthlessly pushed down the panic that was trying to consume him and manhandled Steve onto his back, wrapping his own arm underneath Steve's armpits.
"Babe, we'll be out of the water in no time. Just stay still, okay? Please, just stay still."
Tears threatened to fall and Danny would have angrily wiped them away if he had had a hand free.
Steve stopped talking, and let himself be moved like a ragdoll and that was just wrong, no matter how much easier it made things for Danny.
The minutes that followed were the worst of Danny's life. Somewhere in his head the Jaws theme was playing, urging him to put all he had into his strokes.
He was a decent swimmer; knew how to rescue a victim in the water and pulling Steve along with him was no real problem.
But there was the murky red water that followed them and Danny couldn't help but get it into his mouth from time to time, making him want to puke.
Also, as much as he tried not to, he couldn't help scanning the water, scared to hell that any time a triangle or a shadow would show up again, grabbing Steve, grabbing him.
Then, suddenly, Danny felt sand under his feet and he hadn't really known what relief felt like up until that very moment.
He pushed all thoughts of teeth away, dragging Steve onto the beach, as far away from the goddamn water as he could, and got his first good look at the injury.
There was blood everywhere, dripping into the sand, but the bite mark was clearly on his left forearm and elbow.
Steve was trembling and with a jolt, Danny jumped into action. This, he knew how to do.
Positioning the man with his head down the slope, he pressed out, "I'll be right back, babe," before sprinting up to where the towels lay. He grabbed both of them and his phone, and then ran back again.
Hitting the speed-dial for 911, he spread Steve's towel over the cold body for a bit of cover and tore into his own with his teeth, growling when he hit resistance. It took a second before the material gave and he was able to rip off a strip.
At that moment, he was put through to the 911 operator. Jamming the phone between his shoulder and jaw, he took the strip and set about putting a make shift tourniquet around Steve's upper arm, while at the same time biting out, "I need an ambulance at 2727 Pi'ikoi.
Male shark attack victim with blood loss. I just pulled him out of the water and am applying a tourniquet as we speak, but he's going into shock, body temperature going down and he has already lost a tremendous amount of blood as far as I can tell. We're on the private beach behind the house, have the EMT's come through, the door will be open."
Then he let the phone drop down in favor of focusing on tightening the tourniquet with a piece of driftwood that he found near them.
Steve seemed to be out of it, so Danny put what was left of his towel over the man as well, then ran up to the house, opening the front door for the EMT's, before grabbing the afghan of the couch, some clean dish towels and a pillow, and running back down do the beach.
Steve, meanwhile, had lost even more color, something Danny hadn't thought possible.
Pushing the pillow under his feet, he spread the afghan over the towels, tugging them tight around the body he longed to wrap himself around to protect and yet couldn't.
Instead, he wrapped the dishtowels around the wounds, putting pressure on them while elevating the arm and talking as calmly as he could to Steve about mundane things he seriously doubted the man heard. He hoped at least the tone of his voice would soothe Steve.
It certainly helped keeping himself calm, and that was something Danny seriously needed because he felt one second away from hyperventilating.
Bending forward to press kisses to Steve's chilly lips he murmured, "Stay with me, darling. Just stay with me."