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Title: Synergy
Author: Taylorgibbs
Fandom: NCIS
Category: Paranormal, first-time
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: FRM
Spoilers: Flesh & Blood
Summary: Tony is missing on Halloweeen. Gibbs and Senior need to band together to save him.
Feedback: Any way you want to send it :)
Author Note: Thanks to tejas for the beta and brainstorming session! Thanks to Brian for encouraging me to write more paranormal. Thanks to Gaby for organizing the halloween_tibbs comm :)
It had been two days since Tony had gone undercover and he hadn’t checked in for eighteen hours. And thirteen minutes. Not that Gibbs was counting. Maybe Tony couldn’t check in for some reason. It didn’t have to be ominous. But the fact that today was Halloween and he knew how much Tony hated this holiday and all it represented unsettled Gibbs.
Gibbs’ gut had been screaming at him for a few hours now, but he had nothing solid to base his worry on. Tony’s phone was off—but they’d arranged that. And they hadn’t wanted to risk a tracking chip, even one subcutaneous.
This could go wrong so easily, and Gibbs had hated the idea from the get go. But Leon and Jarvis needed Tony and Tony alone to work undercover in a case of weapons going missing.
“Got anything, Abbs?” he asked, coming to his feet as she raced over. She rarely left the lab like this; she had to be on to something. Her expression was deeply worried, and she looked older than her years, a little manic energy—probably from yet another huge cup of Caf-Pow—clinging to her.
“Yes! She made another buy. In Annapolis, but Tony’s phone was last spotted in Waldorf, not far from Pax River, but it could mean something.”
“Where’d it originate from?” McGee asked, and the frantic clacking of his keyboard told Gibbs he was searching. Abby raced over and they conferred while Ziva continued studying bank records for some pattern. None of them knew how worried he was—he wasn’t letting that on to his team.
Not yet.
“Gibbs?”
The voice, soft and unexpected, sounding like Tony but yet not, with a resonance and depth only age could give it, skittered over him. Gibbs looked up, catching sight of the finger standing at Tony’s desk. He seemed to have materialized from nowhere—Gibbs hadn’t even sensed his approach.
“Mr. DiNozzo, he’s away.” Gibbs brushed past the older man, but Tony’s father grasped his arm in a stronger grip than Gibbs expected, bringing him up short. Gibbs looked into Senior’s eyes and his heart stuttered.
“With me,” Gibbs managed, jerking his head to one side. “Coffee,” he added back to the team, who were scrambling to say their hellos to Tony’s father. The normally genial man nodded to them, not exchanging the greetings or hugs Gibbs would have expected. Or even flirting with Abby or Ziva, something that seemed second nature to Tony’s father.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Gibbs reached for the button, but Tony’s father muttered something and the elevator stopped.
“The hell?” Gibbs managed. He didn’t know if he was more surprised that Tony’s father’d taken things into his own hands. Or that he hadn’t. Senior hadn’t touched anything, yet the elevator had stopped.
“First, call me Tony, Gibbs. Fewer words, no disrespect to Junior,” the other man said, speaking quickly. “Second, I can help you get him. He’s in trouble and we’re the only ones who can help him. Not the children out there, just you and me. Are you in or out?”
“Do I trust you?” Gibbs muttered, staring at the other man.
“You need to.”
Senior muttered something else and the air shimmered and Gibbs found his hands cuffed in front of him, his gun in Senior’s hand. A gun he’d left, along with his badge, in his desk.
“Parlor tricks, Gibbs, but they illustrate my power. We haven’t the time for explanations, but I can use this talent to save him, but I need a conduit, someone Tony has a close bond with. You. You’re not only the best man, but the only man for the job.”
Senior locked eyes on Gibbs and Gibbs felt the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, a curious almost electricity in the air. There was no denying Senior had something special about him, some power, magic, something Gibbs hasn’t ever seen before, something hidden from even those of his kind.
“I’m not without powers myself,” he replied, calling forth his wolf. It hovered on the edge of awareness, enhancing his senses. The full moon had just passed, and he wouldn’t be able to shift for several days, but his wolf could—would—help him find a packmate.
Gibbs allowed the wolf to move closer, and he breathed Senior’s scent in, tasting fear, worry, and resolute calm. He was convinced they’d rescue his son; he had complete and utter faith in whatever his powers were.
And moreover, the wolf trusted him. Gibbs jerked his hands, snapping the chain holding the cuffs, and unlocked them.
“If you’re done, little wolf, let’s go.” Senior’s expression was mild amusement, but the fear and worry crept in as the elevator started moving again, smoothly delivering them to the basement.
“I have an SUV,” Senior explained, taking off at a run. For a guy over sixty, he was in great shape, chewing up the yards between NCIS and the parking garage, and Gibbs gave chase, the wolf pleased to have a running partner.
Gibbs didn’t speak as Senior unlocked the car and started it, all without the benefit of a key. He swiftly slid into the passenger seat, head tilted as he observed Senior’s movements. There was a difference to the other man, a steel Gibbs had never seen before hovering around him.
“What the hell are you?” Gibbs asked when they were barreling up 495. Senior drove as he ran, with purpose, changing lanes every time he came across a slow driver. They were heading north, but Senior hadn’t given over much information. Yet. He seemed to be turned inward.
“He’s twisted his ankle, is hungry and thirsty, and I don’t like his cough,” Senior replied. “He’s talking to ghosts.”
“Talking to—” Gibbs cut himself off, wishing he had a coffee. Senior waved his hand, the air shimmering before settling back down, and a cup of coffee, steaming, black, probably Jamaican appeared in Gibbs’ hand.
Just like that.
It was a magic he’d never seen before, or heard about, though he was aware of witches, wizards, demons, vampires, and other creatures of the night.
“Junior’s powers are still growing, but we’ve been able to communicate mentally for the last several years. My powers are mature and I’ll be able to use your wolf senses to channel my talents. We’ll get him free, Gibbs.”
“Who has him?” Gibbs asked, sipping the coffee. “Ghosts?” He wouldn’t tackle how Senior knew about what Gibbs was, not yet. He needed intel first.
“Your petty officer, Davis. She’s quite the special lady, and the weapons she’s stolen are just the tip of the iceberg. She’s killed over a dozen poor souls, who have told Tony their stories. And on a night like tonight, where our worlds cross with theirs… She knows what Junior is and intends to bleed off his powers for sex magic. She intends to enthrall my son, and we can’t let that happen.”
“Sex magic?” Gibbs had heard about that in the shifter community, but he’d always dismissed it as a myth. Even in the mundane world sex equaled power, but the sex magic ritual was something else entirely, something even the leaders of Gibbs’ pack wouldn’t give voice to.
“He will not become a thrall, especially not to some two-bit sex demon. Not my son. She uses them and then discards them, Gibbs. We have to stop her.”
So it was true then? The sex magic ritual was told to bind two people, ‘til death do they part, and if one became a vampire, they could be looking at decades or centuries. One could easily overpower another, making the one who’d been dominated nothing but a slave to his, or her, master’s whims.
“He’s mine.”
“Good. Keep thinking that. If we get there to late…”
“Drive faster!”
~*~
If he’d been with the right person, Tony could have really enjoyed this. He was staked out spread eagled and the raunchiest porn imaginable played on the largest TV he’d ever seen before.
The whole point of this was to get him hard and ready for…for what? A life of servitude and then death? No. No way!
DAD!
We’re coming, Junior. I have Gibbs here with me. I told you he’d help.
He will? How did you manage that?
Time for that later, son. Are you well?
Just like his father to ask that. What was he supposed to say? “Well, sure Dad. Except the Amazon sex god is trying to get me hard to milk me and bind me to her for life.” No, just no.
Managing. Drive faster.
I am. Remember, I may not be able to get to you; she may have the house warded so that I can’t get inside. You can trust Gibbs, Junior. I’ll help you both through.
I’ll do my best, Tony promised, but he was far from convinced. They had only several minutes before she started to work her magic on him, and when that happened, Tony DiNozzo would cease to exist. No matter how much Dad and Gibbs wanted to help. He’d be a shell, fit only to please Celine Davis and feed her perverse powers.
Gibbs was only a man and in man versus sex demon, the demon always won. God, Tony couldn’t imagine Gibbs being tied to some freaky demon.
No…he had to think unsexy thoughts. Like Ziva…kissing Ducky. Yeah, if nothing else worked, that would. He couldn’t get hard, he had to resist.
The techno beat rose and the sex demon danced in a circle she’d made with salt. Tony knew she was calling power to her, he knew he was so fucked.
Gibbs was a man, but he was only a man, and against Davis…this wouldn’t end well for either of them,
“Ziva and Ducky sitting in a tree,” he sang, a desperate age to his voice. If Dad and Gibbs didn’t get here soon, it’d be too late for Tony.
The sex demon frowned at Tony’s very soft crotch. “Why aren’t you hard? This is the best stimulation movie I have. It even worked on the old man.”
The old man had a name—Peter Yadley eighty-four years old when she’d snatched him. He’d been a mild precog and had warned his family about the danger, never realizing the sex demon had her sights set on him. He’d died after only four days, drained of his life force as well as his will to live, his body withering away in a few moments, his family tormented by his disappearance.
Tony’d get Peter’s family closure, as he would all the rest of the families of those who had died here, but first, he had to get out of here, before it was too late and he was just a statistic. Just another notch on the sex demon’s belt.
Not going to happen. He’d fight ‘til the bitter end.
~*~
Senior screeched up to a Victorian in an established neighborhood at sundown. Fortunately, it was just a little early for trick or treaters to be out. Gibbs swallowed hard, remembering a happier time, when his little girl had gone out to get candy, dressed as a princess.
He swallowed hard, pushing that image back. Kelly was gone and Gibbs had avenged her. He had another packmate to rescue now, and this time he wouldn’t fail.
Gibbs got out of the car and looked up at the house, frowning when Senior yelped behind him. Gibbs turned, seeing the older man pinned against the car, struggling against some invisible weight pressing him down.
“Wards. She’s warded against me. Go, Gibbs. Basement, Trust me.”
Gibbs blinked a few times, rushing to pull Senior away, but the man was pressed firmly against the car. “Don’t waste time, man. Get in there and save my boy!”
Gibbs felt a little tingle, then something pushing into his head—mentally.
It’s me, Gibbs. You need me here in order to save him. I won’t rummage around your psyche. Trust me.
Senior’s voice was gentle and he met Gibbs’s eyes, his own as serious as Gibbs could remember him ever being.
You have to do this. I’ll help. Traditional weapons won’t work, but if we can work together…
Gibbs nodded.
Think the words and just follow my instincts.
Got it, Gibbs replied, testing the mental connection out himself.
He rushed up to the house, not bothering to announce himself. Tony was in there suffering. Gibbs could feel it, a pull against Tony’s free will, something trying to drag him down, to dominate him, to own him.
“No. He’s mine,” Gibbs muttered and the wolf inside howled its approval. He shouldered and kicked the heavy wooden door open.
Impressive. Senior’s voice in Gibbs’ head seemed a little more assured right now.
Downstairs, Gibbs. He’s chained up. We’ll work together, your wolf strength and my abilities to shatter the chains. Don’t turn your back on the demon until you have her under control. She’d love to get a piece of you. I’ll help you immobilize her. Don’t help Tony until we have her contained.
Gibbs rushed through the house, taking in Tony’s father’s words. When he reached a heavy door in the kitchen, he tried to open it, howling when the doorknob burned his hand.
Good god, she’s warded this against me, too. She’s strong. I’ll go, Jethro, but only for a moment. I’ll be back.
The reassurance bolstered Gibbs, and when he grabbed the knob and turned, the door opened, a hiss of something purely evil slithering over his skin. It was oily and dark and the wolf was screaming at him to run.
But he couldn’t—wouldn’t. Tony was down there and goddammit, Gibbs wasn’t giving up on him.
“Boss!” Tony yelled from where he was—Jesus, he was staked out like some animal, buck naked, all four limbs stretched out in what had to be a painful manner. “Be careful!”
“Will be,” Gibbs promised, unable to keep the growl out of his voice.
“Dad?”
“Right here. He’s not what he seems, Junior. He can handle himself.” Was that really Senior’s voice coming out of Gibbs’ mouth?
Gibbs turned, looking at the woman—the sex demon. She had probably been pretty once, but years of siphoning the life forces from people had given her a hard, brittle appearance. She was pale—he’d once seen a vampire that pale and bloodless, but it had been dying. Desperation rolled off her in waves, and something, some part of him wanted to help.
He moved closer to the circle of salt she was occupying, his cock hardening painfully.
No, Jethro. She wants to feed on your empathy! You have to contain her. Then my people will be able to come in.
Your people?
He’s the leader of our kind in America! Was that Tony’s voice in his head too? Just do what he says, Gibbs. Trust him!
Gibbs groaned, the wolf needing satisfaction, his lust rising. Gibbs dropped to his knees as Senior fought the wolf’s instincts, a battle happening only in his head. The world narrowed to that woman, his aching cock, which Gibbs realized he was rubbing and stroking through his chinos, and the ache of the battle inside his head.
For some reason, the pain was turning him on a little.
Then warmth suffused him, Senior indistinct mental whispers soothing the wolf.
It’s time, Jethro. I’m going to send some power through you. Let it happen and don’t fight me. I’ll be able to bind her. My people will be here shortly to take her into custody.
“What happens now?”
We destroy her. It’s the only way. She’s out of control.
A part of Gibbs wanted to reach out for the woman, but he held back, watching almost as an outsider as a stream of power shot out his hands, golden cords binding her. She screamed, but for a split second, the look in her eyes seemed to be thanking him. She collapsed in a heap, whimpering, still within the salt circle.
She’s contained. Good work. Now, let’s free Tony. He might…need you.
“Need me?”
Trust us both, Jethro. He won’t take what he doesn’t need, what wasn’t already fated.
Gibbs crossed the room, a part of him wanting to headslap Tony, the other just relieved. He thought he imagined Tony’s eyes dropping to Gibbs’ crotch and he flushed. He was still rock hard and aching, but that didn’t matter. When he could, he’d take care of it with his hand.
Senior’s power was warm rather than hot this time, tingling through Gibbs hands as he broke the chains—thick iron links that he suspected were custom chosen to contain Tony. When DiNozzo was free, the chains having melted away, Tony looked up at him, eyes blazing.
“I need you.”
“Right here, DiNozzo.” Gibbs felt a little tickle as Senior’s presence withdrew.
“You don’t understand,” Tony said, his voice almost cracking. “I need you.” There was particular emphasis on “need” and Gibbs glanced down automatically.
To find Tony erect and leaking too.
A rush of desire tore through Gibbs, and the wolf howled his need, Gibbs tearing off his clothes, beyond conscious thought. It didn’t matter that he and Tony had never been together. It didn’t matter that he’d never admitted to DiNozzo that he was bi—and only knew Tony’s sexual preference from smelling semen and testosterone on him the morning after his anonymous sexual encounters. Thank god Tony’d never fucked someone who smelled familiar to Gibbs. He couldn’t have managed his possessiveness in the face of that.
“How?” Gibbs asked, tossing his clothes aside.
“Don’t care! Just…do it. Please!” As Gibbs watched, Tony’s dick leaked harder, and instinct took over. None of the emotional crap mattered; they were just two guys who needed to do this.
Now.
Gibbs didn’t prep, trusting that Tony’s “abilities” would ease the way. When he was in the throes of wild lust, he wasn’t fully in control anyway. The wolf dictated everything.
“Not gonna be gentle. Don’t care. Wanna come.” Tony rose to hands and knees, planting himself on the filthy floor. Gibbs should have wanted more, but this down and dirty environment was working just fine for him. He stroked himself a few times, easing his head in.
And sure enough Tony was pliant, moist.
Hot.
“Gotta know how you did that,” Gibbs muttered, shoving himself inside DiNozzo in one brutal thrust. It would have torn a lesser man, but Tony was ready and willing, and able.
“Fuck,” DiNozzo hissed. “Ten years…been waiting.” Something that had to be love burst through Gibbs and he began pounding the other man, owning him, moving in sharp, fast thrusts that let Tony know who was boss. He wouldn’t think, didn’t want to talk, he just wanted to get through forever with this perfect, this synergy of DiNozzo under him straining, begging for more.
“Please, Boss… Soon.”
“Soon,” Gibbs echoed, biting down on the nape of Tony’s neck. The wolf growled then, the sound ripping from Gibbs chest as he hovered for a long moment, the realization shattering him.
He’d found his mate.
MINE! The wolf screamed and Gibbs held on, shuddering and spurting into Tony’s very welcoming ass. Tony’s groans turned to whimpers and Gibbs felt the convulsions as he, too, exploded.
Gibbs opened his eyes several moments later as a gentle mental nudge roused him to awareness. He was atop Tony, the other man easily taking his weight, both of them panting and groaning, the air filled with white magic rather than dark,
Have Junior clean you both up, Gibbs. And get dressed. My men will be inside soon. He paused. And welcome to the family.
“The family?” Gibbs spoke the words out loud and Tony shook his head, chuckling.
“Dad!” Tony’s ass clenched and Gibbs groaned.
Blood debt, boys. You’ve just bound yourselves to each other. Part of a ritual, Jethro. You saved Tony when he had the plague and he saved you when you almost drowned. Now, you’ve saved each other and you’re bound. Anyway, I think your wolf has made his choice. Now get dressed and let me take you two out for a meal. After that fucking, you’re no doubt hungry and both of you need to replenish. Red meat sounds lovely. They have a wonderful steak at the Adams House and I’d love to treat you as a thanks for saving Tony. And for trusting me. It’s the least I can do, Gibbs.
And just like that, the presence was gone. Tony moved slowly, disentangling themselves from each other, and waved a hand, cleaning them both and repairing Gibbs’ clothes. In his haste to get to Tony, the wolf had shredded his pants.
“Werewolf, huh? Never knew. Dad calls you little wolf, but there’s nothing small about you.”
“Magic, huh, never knew,” Gibbs shot back. He reached out to head slap Tony, but instead mussed his hair. “Got a lot of discoveries ahead. Anything else I need to know about?”
“Well, McGee is really an elf lord, but he doesn’t like to talk about it, and Abby’s a vampire and I think Ducky could be an immortal and…”
“And?” Gibbs replied, staring into Tony’s eyes.
“And if I had to get caught and almost tortured, I’m glad you rescued me. And I’m glad…of this.” Tony gestured to them both. “The rest we can figure out now that you’re mine.”
Gibbs couldn’t help smiling. Things were all screwed up, but one thing was clear—everything had changed tonight, for the better.
“Let’s get you fed, DiNozzo.”
“I could learn to like Halloween.”
“Me too.”
Author: Taylorgibbs
Fandom: NCIS
Category: Paranormal, first-time
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: FRM
Spoilers: Flesh & Blood
Summary: Tony is missing on Halloweeen. Gibbs and Senior need to band together to save him.
Feedback: Any way you want to send it :)
Author Note: Thanks to tejas for the beta and brainstorming session! Thanks to Brian for encouraging me to write more paranormal. Thanks to Gaby for organizing the halloween_tibbs comm :)
It had been two days since Tony had gone undercover and he hadn’t checked in for eighteen hours. And thirteen minutes. Not that Gibbs was counting. Maybe Tony couldn’t check in for some reason. It didn’t have to be ominous. But the fact that today was Halloween and he knew how much Tony hated this holiday and all it represented unsettled Gibbs.
Gibbs’ gut had been screaming at him for a few hours now, but he had nothing solid to base his worry on. Tony’s phone was off—but they’d arranged that. And they hadn’t wanted to risk a tracking chip, even one subcutaneous.
This could go wrong so easily, and Gibbs had hated the idea from the get go. But Leon and Jarvis needed Tony and Tony alone to work undercover in a case of weapons going missing.
“Got anything, Abbs?” he asked, coming to his feet as she raced over. She rarely left the lab like this; she had to be on to something. Her expression was deeply worried, and she looked older than her years, a little manic energy—probably from yet another huge cup of Caf-Pow—clinging to her.
“Yes! She made another buy. In Annapolis, but Tony’s phone was last spotted in Waldorf, not far from Pax River, but it could mean something.”
“Where’d it originate from?” McGee asked, and the frantic clacking of his keyboard told Gibbs he was searching. Abby raced over and they conferred while Ziva continued studying bank records for some pattern. None of them knew how worried he was—he wasn’t letting that on to his team.
Not yet.
“Gibbs?”
The voice, soft and unexpected, sounding like Tony but yet not, with a resonance and depth only age could give it, skittered over him. Gibbs looked up, catching sight of the finger standing at Tony’s desk. He seemed to have materialized from nowhere—Gibbs hadn’t even sensed his approach.
“Mr. DiNozzo, he’s away.” Gibbs brushed past the older man, but Tony’s father grasped his arm in a stronger grip than Gibbs expected, bringing him up short. Gibbs looked into Senior’s eyes and his heart stuttered.
“With me,” Gibbs managed, jerking his head to one side. “Coffee,” he added back to the team, who were scrambling to say their hellos to Tony’s father. The normally genial man nodded to them, not exchanging the greetings or hugs Gibbs would have expected. Or even flirting with Abby or Ziva, something that seemed second nature to Tony’s father.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Gibbs reached for the button, but Tony’s father muttered something and the elevator stopped.
“The hell?” Gibbs managed. He didn’t know if he was more surprised that Tony’s father’d taken things into his own hands. Or that he hadn’t. Senior hadn’t touched anything, yet the elevator had stopped.
“First, call me Tony, Gibbs. Fewer words, no disrespect to Junior,” the other man said, speaking quickly. “Second, I can help you get him. He’s in trouble and we’re the only ones who can help him. Not the children out there, just you and me. Are you in or out?”
“Do I trust you?” Gibbs muttered, staring at the other man.
“You need to.”
Senior muttered something else and the air shimmered and Gibbs found his hands cuffed in front of him, his gun in Senior’s hand. A gun he’d left, along with his badge, in his desk.
“Parlor tricks, Gibbs, but they illustrate my power. We haven’t the time for explanations, but I can use this talent to save him, but I need a conduit, someone Tony has a close bond with. You. You’re not only the best man, but the only man for the job.”
Senior locked eyes on Gibbs and Gibbs felt the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, a curious almost electricity in the air. There was no denying Senior had something special about him, some power, magic, something Gibbs hasn’t ever seen before, something hidden from even those of his kind.
“I’m not without powers myself,” he replied, calling forth his wolf. It hovered on the edge of awareness, enhancing his senses. The full moon had just passed, and he wouldn’t be able to shift for several days, but his wolf could—would—help him find a packmate.
Gibbs allowed the wolf to move closer, and he breathed Senior’s scent in, tasting fear, worry, and resolute calm. He was convinced they’d rescue his son; he had complete and utter faith in whatever his powers were.
And moreover, the wolf trusted him. Gibbs jerked his hands, snapping the chain holding the cuffs, and unlocked them.
“If you’re done, little wolf, let’s go.” Senior’s expression was mild amusement, but the fear and worry crept in as the elevator started moving again, smoothly delivering them to the basement.
“I have an SUV,” Senior explained, taking off at a run. For a guy over sixty, he was in great shape, chewing up the yards between NCIS and the parking garage, and Gibbs gave chase, the wolf pleased to have a running partner.
Gibbs didn’t speak as Senior unlocked the car and started it, all without the benefit of a key. He swiftly slid into the passenger seat, head tilted as he observed Senior’s movements. There was a difference to the other man, a steel Gibbs had never seen before hovering around him.
“What the hell are you?” Gibbs asked when they were barreling up 495. Senior drove as he ran, with purpose, changing lanes every time he came across a slow driver. They were heading north, but Senior hadn’t given over much information. Yet. He seemed to be turned inward.
“He’s twisted his ankle, is hungry and thirsty, and I don’t like his cough,” Senior replied. “He’s talking to ghosts.”
“Talking to—” Gibbs cut himself off, wishing he had a coffee. Senior waved his hand, the air shimmering before settling back down, and a cup of coffee, steaming, black, probably Jamaican appeared in Gibbs’ hand.
Just like that.
It was a magic he’d never seen before, or heard about, though he was aware of witches, wizards, demons, vampires, and other creatures of the night.
“Junior’s powers are still growing, but we’ve been able to communicate mentally for the last several years. My powers are mature and I’ll be able to use your wolf senses to channel my talents. We’ll get him free, Gibbs.”
“Who has him?” Gibbs asked, sipping the coffee. “Ghosts?” He wouldn’t tackle how Senior knew about what Gibbs was, not yet. He needed intel first.
“Your petty officer, Davis. She’s quite the special lady, and the weapons she’s stolen are just the tip of the iceberg. She’s killed over a dozen poor souls, who have told Tony their stories. And on a night like tonight, where our worlds cross with theirs… She knows what Junior is and intends to bleed off his powers for sex magic. She intends to enthrall my son, and we can’t let that happen.”
“Sex magic?” Gibbs had heard about that in the shifter community, but he’d always dismissed it as a myth. Even in the mundane world sex equaled power, but the sex magic ritual was something else entirely, something even the leaders of Gibbs’ pack wouldn’t give voice to.
“He will not become a thrall, especially not to some two-bit sex demon. Not my son. She uses them and then discards them, Gibbs. We have to stop her.”
So it was true then? The sex magic ritual was told to bind two people, ‘til death do they part, and if one became a vampire, they could be looking at decades or centuries. One could easily overpower another, making the one who’d been dominated nothing but a slave to his, or her, master’s whims.
“He’s mine.”
“Good. Keep thinking that. If we get there to late…”
“Drive faster!”
~*~
If he’d been with the right person, Tony could have really enjoyed this. He was staked out spread eagled and the raunchiest porn imaginable played on the largest TV he’d ever seen before.
The whole point of this was to get him hard and ready for…for what? A life of servitude and then death? No. No way!
DAD!
We’re coming, Junior. I have Gibbs here with me. I told you he’d help.
He will? How did you manage that?
Time for that later, son. Are you well?
Just like his father to ask that. What was he supposed to say? “Well, sure Dad. Except the Amazon sex god is trying to get me hard to milk me and bind me to her for life.” No, just no.
Managing. Drive faster.
I am. Remember, I may not be able to get to you; she may have the house warded so that I can’t get inside. You can trust Gibbs, Junior. I’ll help you both through.
I’ll do my best, Tony promised, but he was far from convinced. They had only several minutes before she started to work her magic on him, and when that happened, Tony DiNozzo would cease to exist. No matter how much Dad and Gibbs wanted to help. He’d be a shell, fit only to please Celine Davis and feed her perverse powers.
Gibbs was only a man and in man versus sex demon, the demon always won. God, Tony couldn’t imagine Gibbs being tied to some freaky demon.
No…he had to think unsexy thoughts. Like Ziva…kissing Ducky. Yeah, if nothing else worked, that would. He couldn’t get hard, he had to resist.
The techno beat rose and the sex demon danced in a circle she’d made with salt. Tony knew she was calling power to her, he knew he was so fucked.
Gibbs was a man, but he was only a man, and against Davis…this wouldn’t end well for either of them,
“Ziva and Ducky sitting in a tree,” he sang, a desperate age to his voice. If Dad and Gibbs didn’t get here soon, it’d be too late for Tony.
The sex demon frowned at Tony’s very soft crotch. “Why aren’t you hard? This is the best stimulation movie I have. It even worked on the old man.”
The old man had a name—Peter Yadley eighty-four years old when she’d snatched him. He’d been a mild precog and had warned his family about the danger, never realizing the sex demon had her sights set on him. He’d died after only four days, drained of his life force as well as his will to live, his body withering away in a few moments, his family tormented by his disappearance.
Tony’d get Peter’s family closure, as he would all the rest of the families of those who had died here, but first, he had to get out of here, before it was too late and he was just a statistic. Just another notch on the sex demon’s belt.
Not going to happen. He’d fight ‘til the bitter end.
~*~
Senior screeched up to a Victorian in an established neighborhood at sundown. Fortunately, it was just a little early for trick or treaters to be out. Gibbs swallowed hard, remembering a happier time, when his little girl had gone out to get candy, dressed as a princess.
He swallowed hard, pushing that image back. Kelly was gone and Gibbs had avenged her. He had another packmate to rescue now, and this time he wouldn’t fail.
Gibbs got out of the car and looked up at the house, frowning when Senior yelped behind him. Gibbs turned, seeing the older man pinned against the car, struggling against some invisible weight pressing him down.
“Wards. She’s warded against me. Go, Gibbs. Basement, Trust me.”
Gibbs blinked a few times, rushing to pull Senior away, but the man was pressed firmly against the car. “Don’t waste time, man. Get in there and save my boy!”
Gibbs felt a little tingle, then something pushing into his head—mentally.
It’s me, Gibbs. You need me here in order to save him. I won’t rummage around your psyche. Trust me.
Senior’s voice was gentle and he met Gibbs’s eyes, his own as serious as Gibbs could remember him ever being.
You have to do this. I’ll help. Traditional weapons won’t work, but if we can work together…
Gibbs nodded.
Think the words and just follow my instincts.
Got it, Gibbs replied, testing the mental connection out himself.
He rushed up to the house, not bothering to announce himself. Tony was in there suffering. Gibbs could feel it, a pull against Tony’s free will, something trying to drag him down, to dominate him, to own him.
“No. He’s mine,” Gibbs muttered and the wolf inside howled its approval. He shouldered and kicked the heavy wooden door open.
Impressive. Senior’s voice in Gibbs’ head seemed a little more assured right now.
Downstairs, Gibbs. He’s chained up. We’ll work together, your wolf strength and my abilities to shatter the chains. Don’t turn your back on the demon until you have her under control. She’d love to get a piece of you. I’ll help you immobilize her. Don’t help Tony until we have her contained.
Gibbs rushed through the house, taking in Tony’s father’s words. When he reached a heavy door in the kitchen, he tried to open it, howling when the doorknob burned his hand.
Good god, she’s warded this against me, too. She’s strong. I’ll go, Jethro, but only for a moment. I’ll be back.
The reassurance bolstered Gibbs, and when he grabbed the knob and turned, the door opened, a hiss of something purely evil slithering over his skin. It was oily and dark and the wolf was screaming at him to run.
But he couldn’t—wouldn’t. Tony was down there and goddammit, Gibbs wasn’t giving up on him.
“Boss!” Tony yelled from where he was—Jesus, he was staked out like some animal, buck naked, all four limbs stretched out in what had to be a painful manner. “Be careful!”
“Will be,” Gibbs promised, unable to keep the growl out of his voice.
“Dad?”
“Right here. He’s not what he seems, Junior. He can handle himself.” Was that really Senior’s voice coming out of Gibbs’ mouth?
Gibbs turned, looking at the woman—the sex demon. She had probably been pretty once, but years of siphoning the life forces from people had given her a hard, brittle appearance. She was pale—he’d once seen a vampire that pale and bloodless, but it had been dying. Desperation rolled off her in waves, and something, some part of him wanted to help.
He moved closer to the circle of salt she was occupying, his cock hardening painfully.
No, Jethro. She wants to feed on your empathy! You have to contain her. Then my people will be able to come in.
Your people?
He’s the leader of our kind in America! Was that Tony’s voice in his head too? Just do what he says, Gibbs. Trust him!
Gibbs groaned, the wolf needing satisfaction, his lust rising. Gibbs dropped to his knees as Senior fought the wolf’s instincts, a battle happening only in his head. The world narrowed to that woman, his aching cock, which Gibbs realized he was rubbing and stroking through his chinos, and the ache of the battle inside his head.
For some reason, the pain was turning him on a little.
Then warmth suffused him, Senior indistinct mental whispers soothing the wolf.
It’s time, Jethro. I’m going to send some power through you. Let it happen and don’t fight me. I’ll be able to bind her. My people will be here shortly to take her into custody.
“What happens now?”
We destroy her. It’s the only way. She’s out of control.
A part of Gibbs wanted to reach out for the woman, but he held back, watching almost as an outsider as a stream of power shot out his hands, golden cords binding her. She screamed, but for a split second, the look in her eyes seemed to be thanking him. She collapsed in a heap, whimpering, still within the salt circle.
She’s contained. Good work. Now, let’s free Tony. He might…need you.
“Need me?”
Trust us both, Jethro. He won’t take what he doesn’t need, what wasn’t already fated.
Gibbs crossed the room, a part of him wanting to headslap Tony, the other just relieved. He thought he imagined Tony’s eyes dropping to Gibbs’ crotch and he flushed. He was still rock hard and aching, but that didn’t matter. When he could, he’d take care of it with his hand.
Senior’s power was warm rather than hot this time, tingling through Gibbs hands as he broke the chains—thick iron links that he suspected were custom chosen to contain Tony. When DiNozzo was free, the chains having melted away, Tony looked up at him, eyes blazing.
“I need you.”
“Right here, DiNozzo.” Gibbs felt a little tickle as Senior’s presence withdrew.
“You don’t understand,” Tony said, his voice almost cracking. “I need you.” There was particular emphasis on “need” and Gibbs glanced down automatically.
To find Tony erect and leaking too.
A rush of desire tore through Gibbs, and the wolf howled his need, Gibbs tearing off his clothes, beyond conscious thought. It didn’t matter that he and Tony had never been together. It didn’t matter that he’d never admitted to DiNozzo that he was bi—and only knew Tony’s sexual preference from smelling semen and testosterone on him the morning after his anonymous sexual encounters. Thank god Tony’d never fucked someone who smelled familiar to Gibbs. He couldn’t have managed his possessiveness in the face of that.
“How?” Gibbs asked, tossing his clothes aside.
“Don’t care! Just…do it. Please!” As Gibbs watched, Tony’s dick leaked harder, and instinct took over. None of the emotional crap mattered; they were just two guys who needed to do this.
Now.
Gibbs didn’t prep, trusting that Tony’s “abilities” would ease the way. When he was in the throes of wild lust, he wasn’t fully in control anyway. The wolf dictated everything.
“Not gonna be gentle. Don’t care. Wanna come.” Tony rose to hands and knees, planting himself on the filthy floor. Gibbs should have wanted more, but this down and dirty environment was working just fine for him. He stroked himself a few times, easing his head in.
And sure enough Tony was pliant, moist.
Hot.
“Gotta know how you did that,” Gibbs muttered, shoving himself inside DiNozzo in one brutal thrust. It would have torn a lesser man, but Tony was ready and willing, and able.
“Fuck,” DiNozzo hissed. “Ten years…been waiting.” Something that had to be love burst through Gibbs and he began pounding the other man, owning him, moving in sharp, fast thrusts that let Tony know who was boss. He wouldn’t think, didn’t want to talk, he just wanted to get through forever with this perfect, this synergy of DiNozzo under him straining, begging for more.
“Please, Boss… Soon.”
“Soon,” Gibbs echoed, biting down on the nape of Tony’s neck. The wolf growled then, the sound ripping from Gibbs chest as he hovered for a long moment, the realization shattering him.
He’d found his mate.
MINE! The wolf screamed and Gibbs held on, shuddering and spurting into Tony’s very welcoming ass. Tony’s groans turned to whimpers and Gibbs felt the convulsions as he, too, exploded.
Gibbs opened his eyes several moments later as a gentle mental nudge roused him to awareness. He was atop Tony, the other man easily taking his weight, both of them panting and groaning, the air filled with white magic rather than dark,
Have Junior clean you both up, Gibbs. And get dressed. My men will be inside soon. He paused. And welcome to the family.
“The family?” Gibbs spoke the words out loud and Tony shook his head, chuckling.
“Dad!” Tony’s ass clenched and Gibbs groaned.
Blood debt, boys. You’ve just bound yourselves to each other. Part of a ritual, Jethro. You saved Tony when he had the plague and he saved you when you almost drowned. Now, you’ve saved each other and you’re bound. Anyway, I think your wolf has made his choice. Now get dressed and let me take you two out for a meal. After that fucking, you’re no doubt hungry and both of you need to replenish. Red meat sounds lovely. They have a wonderful steak at the Adams House and I’d love to treat you as a thanks for saving Tony. And for trusting me. It’s the least I can do, Gibbs.
And just like that, the presence was gone. Tony moved slowly, disentangling themselves from each other, and waved a hand, cleaning them both and repairing Gibbs’ clothes. In his haste to get to Tony, the wolf had shredded his pants.
“Werewolf, huh? Never knew. Dad calls you little wolf, but there’s nothing small about you.”
“Magic, huh, never knew,” Gibbs shot back. He reached out to head slap Tony, but instead mussed his hair. “Got a lot of discoveries ahead. Anything else I need to know about?”
“Well, McGee is really an elf lord, but he doesn’t like to talk about it, and Abby’s a vampire and I think Ducky could be an immortal and…”
“And?” Gibbs replied, staring into Tony’s eyes.
“And if I had to get caught and almost tortured, I’m glad you rescued me. And I’m glad…of this.” Tony gestured to them both. “The rest we can figure out now that you’re mine.”
Gibbs couldn’t help smiling. Things were all screwed up, but one thing was clear—everything had changed tonight, for the better.
“Let’s get you fed, DiNozzo.”
“I could learn to like Halloween.”
“Me too.”
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and I love this: You saved Tony when he had the plague and he saved you when you almost drowned. Now, you’ve saved each other and you’re bound.
very beautiful
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I loved the story, of course, and I'd really like to see more in this universe. One thing I wasn't sure about... The iron... Just anti-magic or are the DiNozzos some type of Fey?
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My impression was that the iron was specific to what the DiNozzos were :) Gibbs could handle the chains.
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