Gibbs’ chest heaved and he panted, his fangs lengthening. He and Tony had outrun and taken down a suspect, and Gibbs’ bloodlust had been so high that Tony had allowed him a small bite.
The murderer’s blood had been sour and tainted, but Gibbs hadn’t cared in the heat of the moment. He’d barely wrenched himself away when Tony ordered him to, and even then Tony’d had to yank him off the unconscious man.
“Enough!” Tony said, his voice steely.
Gibbs nodded, his body shaking, his cock a hard, aching, throbbing presence that demanded to be filled.
“Not until we’re back to the Yard,” Tony warned, his eyes flicking down Gibbs’ body. He smirked, his eyes snagging on Gibbs’ crotch. Gibbs couldn’t help punching his hips out, displaying himself to his Sire.
“But then you’re mine.”
“Damn right,” Tony replied, desire and heat flickering in his gaze. He squeezed Gibbs’ ass, and Gibbs groaned. He’d always prided himself on ultimate control, but when Tony had changed him, that had all gone out the window. Gibbs was slowly getting his new urges under control, but the bloodlust was still overwhelming at times.
“Elevator?” Gibbs suggested, as soon as they were back to the Navy Yard. None of the team knew about their sexual or paranormal bond, so they had to be careful. Or as careful as they got. They worked damn hard to nit rock the boat and even Vance hadn’t noticed how sometimes Tony was the only one who could get Gibbs under control.
“Oh yeah,” Tony said in an undertone. “Then you can nibble me to death.”
“And back to life again,” Gibbs replied, watching Tony walk away, the movement of his body, the casual way he turned around and gave Gibbs a scorching look. “Be ready for me.”
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Date: 2012-07-04 11:05 pm (UTC)Gibbs’ chest heaved and he panted, his fangs lengthening. He and Tony had outrun and taken down a suspect, and Gibbs’ bloodlust had been so high that Tony had allowed him a small bite.
The murderer’s blood had been sour and tainted, but Gibbs hadn’t cared in the heat of the moment. He’d barely wrenched himself away when Tony ordered him to, and even then Tony’d had to yank him off the unconscious man.
“Enough!” Tony said, his voice steely.
Gibbs nodded, his body shaking, his cock a hard, aching, throbbing presence that demanded to be filled.
“Not until we’re back to the Yard,” Tony warned, his eyes flicking down Gibbs’ body. He smirked, his eyes snagging on Gibbs’ crotch. Gibbs couldn’t help punching his hips out, displaying himself to his Sire.
“But then you’re mine.”
“Damn right,” Tony replied, desire and heat flickering in his gaze. He squeezed Gibbs’ ass, and Gibbs groaned. He’d always prided himself on ultimate control, but when Tony had changed him, that had all gone out the window. Gibbs was slowly getting his new urges under control, but the bloodlust was still overwhelming at times.
“Elevator?” Gibbs suggested, as soon as they were back to the Navy Yard. None of the team knew about their sexual or paranormal bond, so they had to be careful. Or as careful as they got. They worked damn hard to nit rock the boat and even Vance hadn’t noticed how sometimes Tony was the only one who could get Gibbs under control.
“Oh yeah,” Tony said in an undertone. “Then you can nibble me to death.”
“And back to life again,” Gibbs replied, watching Tony walk away, the movement of his body, the casual way he turned around and gave Gibbs a scorching look. “Be ready for me.”
“I am.”