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unbuttoning his white shirt that looked very out of place amongst all the dark clothing and leather. He slipped out of it and handed it to Paul. “Put it on.”
    Paul took it, slipping into the shirt rather than argue, feeling the silk material stick to his bleeding back. It was too small on him to button, so he didn’t bother. He turned to leave, knowing he needed to get Danny out of Arty’s as quickly as possible. He was thankful the subspace and adrenaline rush from the pain was letting him ignore the horror of knowing what Danny had seen. It was a small blessing right then, but a blessing nonetheless, as he made his way past the group of people gathered around the door.
    “I told ya he was a freak.”
    Paul frowned, seeing Tony for the first time. Having only met him once, Paul wouldn’t have recognized him in the leather pants and long-sleeve black shirt if he hadn’t called attention to himself. At least now he knew where Danny found out about everything. Paul was kicking himself because he knew Tony was shady. It made sense he knew Arty.
    “Don’t start,” Danny said with a glare at Tony. “Really, I’m in no mood for your shit.”
    “You’re not even gonna let me tell ya I told ya so?” Tony asked, his eyebrows lifting in amusement. “You owe me that.”
    In the blink of an eye Danny was on him, slamming Tony against the wall hard enough to leave him winded. Everyone else gasped and backed up, but Paul jumped forward, grabbing Danny’s arm before he could punch Tony.
    Tony gave a wheezing laugh, gripping his side as his eyes danced in amusement. “All for love. You stupid asshole, I’ve seen arrows more bent than him.”
    “I will fuck you up, Ton,” Danny growled, his voice low in warning. “I’m not kidding.”
    “Relax.” Another bark of laughter slipped out of Tony. “I ain’t no snitch.”
    Danny’s breathing was labored as if he were silently debating with himself. A considerable crowd had gathered and there was a pulse of excitement in the air that told Paul many were disappointed he had stopped Danny from laying into Tony.
    “Come on.” Paul tugged on his arm, desperate to distract Danny, not knowing what Tony was really capable of. “I’m dizzy. Gimme a ride.”
    Danny turned, his eyes still narrowed, but some of the tension seemed to slip out of his shoulders as he studied him. Paul breathed a sigh of relief when Danny left Tony leaning against the wall, a grin of amusement plastered on his tan face as if the spectacle Paul and Danny had created was the most amusing thing he’d come across in a long time.
    “I quit,” Danny said, his voice still low and furious as if he were barely containing his temper.
    Tony snorted. “Sure you do.”
    * * * * *
    His worlds had collided in a spectacular explosion of fury and disappointment and Paul was floundering in the aftermath. The shock of Danny showing up unexpectedly allowed him to make it out of there with some dignity, but now that he was crashing from a truly spectacular adrenaline rush, he was battling to stay clear-minded past the haze of sexual longing and pain. The subspace didn’t want to ebb just because his best friend’s vanilla freak-out ruined an awesome evening.
    Never let it be said Danny couldn’t cause a scene, couldn’t make an entire room of people shiver in fear when he was raging. Paul was still shivering, perhaps more so now that the reality of what Danny saw started to sink in. His best friend would never see him the same way again. The embarrassment was enough to make his cheeks burn. The fear made the hairs on his arms stand on end.
    If only Paul didn’t get off on that rush quite so intensely. He’d be okay if his back wasn’t rippling with the most intoxicating pain he’d felt in weeks. If he could find the friend Danny knew, he could fight this, he could think of an excuse.
    It’d all be okay. If only Danny would shut the fuck up.
    “Blood all over my fucking car!” Danny raged, his knuckles