Ascarto snorted derisively at Steve's retelling of events, noting how he left certain elements out. Like Danny saving the idiot's life, for one! Not that he was about to point that out, because that opened up too many questions as to why - Steve might ask, and Ascarto hated that he had no answer that made sense to him.
He'd realised part way through the deal that Steve's 'customer' actually intended to kill McGarrett and take the weapon. Steve usually had loyal security with him but, due to the nature of the deal and the time restraints involved, this time it had only been the two of them, so the only person present who could act as a bodyguard was Ascarto himself.
Danny could easily have abandoned Steve and saved himself, kept the long-term, lucrative identity he'd been using. He wouldn't have needed to go into hiding, could have carried on with no issues... But instead he'd found himself hurling a throwing knife directly into the jugular vein of a big time Tennessee mob boss. And all to protect a man who was for all intents and purposes Danny's fuck buddy and general pain in the ass occasional business associate.
He let Steve rant, wrinkling his nose at the mention of tropical weather and simply looking bored and unimpressed for the rest of the speech. However when McGarrett took a fistful of Ascarto's coat and pulled him closer, making demands about body heat, the blond felt a flash of anger course through him.
He reacted suddenly and with no warning signs, going from silent and still to punching Steve hard in the gut and bringing his knee up to crack him in the face when he bent double in pain.
"Funnily enough, I don't plan and shooting the shit with any of the locals, Steven," he growled, yanking his jacket off his shoulders and throwing it over the coffee table nearby. "This place is stocked up for months, and I am more than fine with being anti-social and holing up until the mob stops looking for us."
He watched as McGarrett straightened after recovering quickly from the blow, his pride having taken a sucker punch as well as his gut. This violence was exactly their type of foreplay though, and anger was a fuel that burned red hot for them both.
Ascarto licked his lips and bared his teeth. "Now I'm gonna warm up my cock inside that pretty ass of yours, and you're gonna thank me properly for taking you anywhere before I lock you out of the damn cabin, buck-ass naked in the snow with a knife in your gut, you ungrateful fucker!"
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