Daniel scrubbed his hands over his face. He felt wrong, physically, and he wasn't sure what was right, and dammit but this day was just nine ways of wrong and he knew the right answer was to take Dylan being pissed at him, head to the brownstone and work his life out.

Except he didn't want to lose Dylan and the Horsemen. More than that, he wanted that look from Dylan again. He wanted him just sniffing his skin and growling in desire. He wanted it all back, even if he was the one that had just fucked it all up.

He pushed himself to his feet, using that momentum to close the distance between them. "Don't ever make me shoot you again, okay? I mean, seriously, that..." He shook his head. Dylan had literally taken his manhood, but the shooting him had been worse. "I don't like hurting you. I've worked not to hurt my friends, okay? Don't make me?"

He knew that saying it meant he might do it again, just to prove he could.

He moved in a step closer. "Wouldn't you have asked me the same thing if I had been lapping over your tits with a weird tongue thing?"