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tingrecaTitle: Initiation
Author: Sarah B. Leonard
Fandom: NCIS
Genre: Fantasy, perhaps but then...
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: adult (explicit)
Wordcount: 4,790
Spoilers: some mentioned, but not too serious
Warning: m/m sex
Summary: Tony has to call Ducky during his first night with Gibbs because...
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Authors notes: I swore I would never do this subject. Then I wrote Revelation and received many encouraging comments (and a bribe or two). I caught one of those "plot bats" I talked about and I see a few more flying around, so there will be at least one more story in this universe. Comments welcomed and appreciated. Also chocolate.
INITIATION
Sarah B. Leonard
Tony became more and more giddy as Friday approached, although of the team members in the bullpen only he and Gibbs knew the reason. Paper airplanes flew direct routes to both Probie heads, records were set in the waste paper basketball tournaments (DiNozzo versus DiNardo – DiNozzo always won) and many pencils gave up their lives while drumming on the surface of Tony’s desk. Ziva began to collect a chain of paperclips that she strung in Tony’s view. McGee found an excuse to help Abby re-calibrate her machines. Gibbs found reasons to exercise his right to headslap DiNozzo at least twice a day.
By Friday morning Gibbs had had enough. He sent Tony down to Autopsy, probably with the hope that Ducky would keep him occupied as well as calm any fears or answer any questions that he could.
“Anthony, please curb your enthusiasm just a bit. Those particular x-rays are somewhat fragile.”
Ducky had asked him to hang some films in the viewer and one of the films had gone flying as Tony had rushed to complete the assignment.
“Sorry, Ducky, but I can’t seem to control myself today.”
“Is there a problem, dear boy?” Ducky walked over to observe as Tony tried, and succeeded, in hanging the flying film this time.
“No, Ducky. No problem.” His wide grin flashed across his face. “Just looking forward to dinner at Gibbs’s house tonight.”
Ducky smiled knowingly, being the third member of the trio who knew what that seemingly innocent comment meant.
“Ah. I understand. I assume by your obvious anticipatory actions that you have decided to, shall we say, offer Jethro the supplements he requires.”
“Yeah, Ducky. I’m going to volunteer. To give blood.”
“Then would you mind if I took two tubes of blood from you? I would like to have Abby run some tests for me, without her knowledge of what exactly the tests are for, of course. I will mention Yersinia pestis if I need an excuse. But I am curious to see if you exhibit any changes over time.”
The smaller man waited for Tony’s nodded response before opening a drawer and approaching him with the required articles.
Tony jumped up on one of the tables after taking off his suit coat. He unbuttoned his sleeve and rolled it up so Ducky could do the deed. He didn’t watch, though, as he wasn’t incredibly fond of seeing needles in his skin. Ducky was very experienced, though, and Tony didn’t even feel anything other than a slight pin prick.
“Too bad you are always taking donations from the dead, Ducky. You have a gentle touch,” he commented.
“Thank you, Anthony. I rarely hear compliments from my usual patients.”
As Ducky labeled the tubes, Tony commented. “I see you took three?”
“You were flowing quite well, so I decided on a spare. As you are well aware, I like to keep a tube of blood handy for emergencies. I didn’t think you would miss it – it’s a relatively small tube.”
“No problem, Ducky.” Tony jumped off the table. “But I hope to contribute personally tonight so I don’t think you’ll be needing it.”
“Ah, Anthony, does not your fellow agent Timothy follow the Boy Scouts' motto of ‘Be Prepared’.”
“Well, Ducky – I would think you would rather follow the rule of “getting all your ducks in a row.”
Ducky scowled at him, then winked. “I suggest you return to the bullpen after that one or I may come at you for more ‘contributions’, my boy.”
“I don’t think I’d be welcome. Gibbs was the one who kicked me out!” Tony whined.
“Then let me ask you this. Do you have any concerns or additional information that you would like to inquire of me? If I know the answer, I will gladly inform you.”
“Well, Ducky. I think I understand about the ‘life essence’ stuff, and the … method Gibbs would use but what about if he wants some of my blood? He doesn’t do fangs, he said, although I am beginning to think that would be cool to see – Gibbs with fangs!” Tony sat next to Ducky’s desk. His leg started to bounce up and down.
“He does still have teeth, you know, and fingernails. I can’t say for certain, as whenever I provided for him personally, I drew my blood and he drank from the syringe or tube. Does he not have a rule about always carrying a knife as well?
Tony nodded. “Number nine. Never go anywhere without a knife.”
“Of course, I provide him with sustenance here when reasonably fresh blood is available. But that is never more than 12 or so hours old before being refrigerated. I usually drew those tubes at the crime scene. Anything older than that, he claimed, tasted rancid.”
“Doesn’t appeal to me either way – fresh or not.”
Ducky chuckled. “It would not be my choice either.”
“Is he gonna outlive me, Ducky? Is he immortal?”
“No, he is not immortal. I am unable to make a guess as to which of you would pass first, due to your ‘Special Agent’ classification and the dangers of your position. But, although he is very healthy and immune from many of the malady’s that affect us mere mortals, I would expect his longevity to be on the higher side of normal rather than immortal.”
“You do realize, Anthony, that when I spoke of Porphyria, I was speaking only of it as a possible explanation for the legend of the vampire, or a possible source for some of the, shall we say, Hollywood species. Jethro has a rare genetic condition and does not have Porphyria.”
“I caught that, Ducky. But maybe the existence of ‘real’ vampires has contributed to the Hollywood vampire, too. After all, some people do know about them for the same reasons you and I know about them.”
“Hmmm. Yes, an interesting theory as well.”
“Do you know if Jackson is a vampire?”
“His father? I don’t know. I never asked, considering how private Jethro is about his family.”
“That could be the reason Gibbs is so private. There must be others in his line.”
“I believe there would have to be. The genes do have to be passed along.”
Tony jumped down from the table and put his suit coat back on.
“But you said Gibbs can’t have children anymore, right?”
“Yes. From what he has told me, once the need for the additional supplements arises, the ability to reproduce has ended.”
“Good. Wouldn’t want to get pregnant.”
Ducky turned sharply to look at him.
“Anthony, I know you are good at undercover work but … is there something you wish to disclose?” Ducky’s eyes twinkled as he asked the question.
“I’m not that good, Ducky. Just kidding.”
“You will use protection.”
“Yeah, yeah, Ducky. Ruin the mood.” Tony reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He showed him the circular ring embossed in the leather.
“And the expiration date, dear boy?” Ducky’s eyebrows lifted.
“I never worry about those, Ducky. Never have to.”
“You are willing to … how should I phrase this?”
“Give up those nasty habits?” Tony sat down next to Ducky’s desk. “Ready, willing and able. Something tells me Gibbs is going to be about all I can handle.”
“He does have a certain intensity about him.”
“How much of that is him and how much of that is … um … the other?”
“I doubt that the two sides of Jethro are divisible.”
“More like the many faces. But no multiple personalities. He’s always Gibbs!”
“That he is, dear boy. That he is.” Ducky had squirreled away the tubes of blood and now seated himself at his desk. “Do you have any more questions or observations?”
“I can’t think of any now, Ducky. But I have your cell number if I have any burning questions later!”
“Yes. Well, I won’t actually hold my breath waiting for your calls this evening. I expect you will have more than enough to occupy your attention.”
“I’m hoping, Ducky. I’m hoping.”
“Here, my boy. Take these. Perhaps one now and save one for later.” Ducky reached into his desk drawer and pulled out two chocolate bars. “To keep up your energy.”
“Thanks, Ducky. So you have another stash besides Scotch?”
“I keep them hidden beneath the shortbreads. Don’t let Mr. Palmer know about my little vices, please Anthony.” Ducky winked at him, now a fellow conspirator.
“You secret is safe with me, Ducky.”
“Yes, Anthony. But now that you know, I believe I will vary the location. I do know your tendency toward borrowing.”
“I always leave ‘IOU’s’ behind!”
“Yes, but those are not nearly as palatable as the chocolate bar you would have appropriated.”
Tony grinned as he left the room, waving his thanks to the good doctor. He worked his way back to his desk, carefully stashing one of the bars – the dark chocolate one – in his pack. The other one – with roasted almonds – was going to be enjoyed right now, with the coffee he had picked up. Everyone was busy working, so he opened one of the case files on his desk and, appearing to become involved in his own stack of files, he pulled up a screen about Stillwater, Pennsylvania.
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Tony was early at Gibbs’s house. Gibbs had mentioned seven. Tony hadn’t even been this early for his official job interview. But this wasn’t a job interview. It was more like a ‘rest of his life’ interview. At least that was what he hoped.
He knew he could drive around the block a few (hundred) times, and then show up fashionably late. But that would mean leaving the scene. He couldn’t leave. This was the scene – the place he had been dreaming about. The event he had been hoping for. The night he had been imagining in those very same dreams - even the scary ones.
He finally worked his way out of his car, grabbed his back pack (don’t go anywhere without it, Boss.) and was almost at the door when he remembered the beer that was still sitting on his passenger side floor. He trotted back for it, reaching for the door handle and pulling on it even as he realized he was setting off the alarm. Struggling to pull the keys out of his pocket, he finally got the obnoxious car to stop screaming (would he sound like that tonight, he wondered?), opened the door, grabbed the six pack (did Gibbs have a six pack? A six pack of the physical kind?) then slammed the car door.
The front door opened as he reached it.
“You forget how to use a doorbell, DiNozzo?”
“I wasn’t going to – figured your door is always open, Boss.” He handed him the beer.
“Usually is.” Gibbs waited until Tony walked inside. “Thought I might make an exception tonight though.” He clicked the deadbolt. Tony felt a chill run down his spine.
“So, what’s for dinner?” he asked, covering his nervousness.
“Gotta steak almost ready now, there’s potatoes baking in the oven and Ducky sent over a spinach salad.”
“Spinach salad?” Tony looked at him.
“Ducky’s little iron joke. At least he made it with hard boiled eggs and sent along hot bacon dressing. Put your pack at the bottom of the stairs. We’ll get it up later.”
Ok. Tony felt that innocent remark right in the balls, or thereabouts. He wondered for just half a second if Gibbs knew what he had just said. He followed Gibbs into the kitchen.
“Plates are in the cupboard to the right of the sink. Grab four. Don’t know about you but the spinach salad and the steak aren’t going to touch each other on any plate I eat from.”
Tony chuckled. He felt the same.
“And yes, DiNozzo, I always know what I say.”
“Can you read minds?” Tony stared at him, embarrassed after that question slipped out before he could stop it.
“Nope. But I did tell you that I have pretty good eyesight and a decent sense of smell.”
“You could smell my reaction?”
“We both have the same thing on the brain, Tony.” Gibbs leaned in close to Tony and sniffed, rather obviously, at Tony’ neck. “It’s obvious to me.”
“What do you smell?”
“Soap, aftershave, coffee, sugar, hazelnut flavoring, chocolate and roasted almonds. And you, too.” Gibbs’s sniffed again. “You smell nervous.”
“Yeah. A little.”
“It’s understandable. It’s a lot of information to absorb.”
“What did you think when you found out? About what you were? Uh …are?”
Gibbs looked over at him. “You’re the first to ask that. No one else ever has.”
Tony shrugged. “I’m interested.”
“The three Ex’s were just worried about how it affected them.”
“I have had several sessions with Ducky, you know.”
“Hmmm. Ears numb by now?”
“I … I found it fascinating. He’s a true friend to you.”
“I know. He’s had my back for a long time. That and he’s been pestering me to get on with my life with you, too.”
“So? You didn’t answer my question.” Tony prodded.
Gibbs nodded toward the table as he split the sizzling steak into two pieces. Each half went onto a different plate. “Food first. Then we’ll talk.”
Tony carried the plates over and sat down. Gibbs reached into the oven, grabbed a potato, said “Head’s up!” and tossed it to Tony. He caught it and set it on his plate, exclaiming at the heat.
“Another!” The second potato flew through the air, was snagged and dropped, just that quickly, on to the opposite plate.
“Gee, Gibbs. I can’t understand why your ex’s had any problem with you.” Tony laughed as he reached for the butter to slather it on his baked spud. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out his favorite knife and started in on the feast.
“Don’t forget the spinach. Duck will be sure to check up on us.”
“After the steak and potato. That can be dessert.”
Gibbs grinned as he chewed, but stared intently at Tony. The younger man felt his face redden as he realized what Gibbs was thinking – probably something more like he – Tony – was the dessert.
The two men ate for a while in silence. Finally, Tony couldn’t stand the suspense any longer.
“So, is Jackson a vampire too?” he mumbled, then he stuffed another bite of steak in his mouth.
“Dunno.” Gibbs answered. “Never asked him.”
“Was your mother?”
“Dunno that either. Jack was the one that told me about it though.”
“So he must have been one.”
“Nope – he could be just a carrier. But from what he hinted at, there’s a good crop of us in Pennsylvania.”
“So it’s not coincidence that it rhymes with Transylvania?” Tony grinned. Then kicked himself under the table. Shoot – he was nervous and it showed. Stupid comment.
Gibbs just raised his eyebrows at that one.
“But you never asked him?” Tony couldn’t believe that – he would have asked his parents if they’d told him something like this.
“It’s a very private thing. Not something you want to spread around. He told me just before I left town in 1976. In case something happened to either of us. He wanted me to know.”
“He must have suspected something.”
“I did get into a fight or two. I was a hot headed youngster.”
“You were hot headed? Were?” Tony grinned. “I can believe that.”
Gibbs stood up, plate in hand. “You done eating?”
“Yeah.” Tony helped him clear. They’d even made a good dent in Ducky’s contribution. “At least I’ll be able to tell Ducky he makes a mean spinach salad.”
“You should try his Brussels sprouts.”
“No thanks.” Tony shivered a little.
“’Nother beer?” Gibbs held the refrigerator door open as he extended a bottle to Tony.
“That I’ll have. Thanks.” Their fingers touched over the bottle. Tony looked quickly at Gibbs, then looked away. He felt another blush spread over him. This was worse than the first time he took a girl out on a date. Gibbs didn’t seem nervous at all. But then, Tony thought, he’s not the dessert!
He heard Gibbs chuckle again. At least he was providing the comic relief for his boss.
“You smell really good when you blush, Tony.”
That comment made Tony blush even hotter.
“You did that on purpose!” he accused, but that relieved some of the tension. Now he felt a tiny bit better.
“Yep. C’mon, let’s go into the living room. Should I light a fire?” Gibbs asked.
“I’m warm enough, thanks to you.” Tony groused as he followed the older man out of the kitchen.
Gibbs sat down on the couch. He realized Tony was standing some distance away, watching him.
“You know where the facilities are, DiNozzo.”
Tony shuffled his feet. “Boss, Gibbs ... uh.”
“What, Tony?”
“Can we just go upstairs? We both know why I’m here.” He pointed with his beer bottle toward the stairs.
“Eager, aren’t you?” Gibbs’s eyes seemed abnormally blue to Tony.
“I’ve waited for this all week long. It’s time, Gibbs.”
Gibbs nodded and stood up. “Fine with me.”
Tony led the way, grabbing his pack, tossing it slightly, eager as a puppy running for a toy, bouncing up the stairs. Gibbs followed in a more sedate style.
When Gibbs caught up to him, Tony had dropped his pack just inside the door to the bedroom. He set his beer down on top of the nightstand next to the bed. Inexplicably, Tony was suddenly shy again, standing close to the bed, looking down at it. Gibbs put his arms around him, from the back, and squeezed gently. Tony twisted around to face him.
“You’re sure about this.” Gibbs whispered into Tony’s neck.
Tony wrapped his own arms around Gibbs.
“As sure as I have ever been about anything in my life,” he answered.
Gibbs raised his hands, cupping Tony’s face. His first kiss was extremely gentle, but Tony started shaking.
“You let me know if I’m going too fast for you.”
“That may be the problem. I’m used to … I mean … I’m not used to being … um … help?”
“Don’t tell me you are a ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ sorta guy. I pegged you to be a sensitive lover, in spite of the act you put on.” Gibbs’s lips were close to Tony’s ear. He could feel his breath tickle his ear.
“I am, Boss. I … I’ve just been so pumped up about this whole thing, I just don’t know how to react!”
“Just be yourself, Tony. Take it easy.”
Gibbs pushed him back gently, guiding him to the edge of the bed. He sat him down on it then sat next to him. Slowly, he started kissing the younger man. Before Tony knew it, they were side by side on the bed, their legs wrapped together. Gibbs pulled his lips away for just a second, his fingers working on a button on Tony’s shirt. When that one was undone, Tony was shocked to see that his whole shirt was open, his pants were loose and Gibbs was still fully clothed.
“Hey – did you do that ‘haze’ thing on me?” Tony mumbled into Gibbs’s chest.
“I wouldn’t do anything to you that you aren’t aware of, without your permission.”
Gibbs began to nuzzle at Tony’s neck, drawing in deep breaths and letting Tony feel the exhalations on his unclothed skin. He pushed at Tony’s shoulders, opening the shirt further and letting Tony finish the action by slipping his arms back out of the sleeves.
“Half way there,” Gibbs mumbled. “Now the rest.”
Gibbs pushed his hands down into the waistband of Tony’s pants, relishing the feel of bare skin beneath the cloth. Tony cooperated by lifting his butt off the bed, while Gibbs pulled off the rest of his clothes.
Tony was so turned on by the whole situation, he was almost afraid to move. He was totally nude, exposed on Gibbs’s bed, while the fully clothed older man stroked and petted him.
“So soft.” Gibbs murmured.
This was as he touched the area just below Tony’s hip, very near to the younger man’s straining cock. Then Gibbs ran the back of his index finger along its length. Tony felt his body respond to the touch, his cock pressing against and following the finger stroking him. Gibbs repeated the action, touching him with only the back side of his finger, refusing Tony’s efforts for more but appreciating how Tony’s body echoed his moves.
Gibbs took his hand away, placing it against Tony’s back, drawing him in against him so they continued to be side by side, his other arm acting as a pillow beneath Tony’s neck. He kissed Tony again, pressing his tongue deep into Tony’s mouth then backing out, letting Tony return the gesture and explore his tonsils. When they both paused for breath, Gibbs nibbled a path down the lightly stubbled chin, across his cheek and licked at his neck. Tony immediately stiffened.
“I won’t bite you.” Gibbs whispered.
“Sorry… I mean I’m not sorry. I mean, I can’t stop thinking about it.” Tony knew he was babbling.
“Not tonight anyway.” Gibbs added that as he worked his way down to his lover’s chest and found what he was seeking there.
“I might nibble…”
He licked and then wrapped his lips around the nub of flesh he found there, making Tony feel the touch of teeth on that very sensitive part of his body. The hand that wasn’t cradling Tony’s head found the opposite nipple and squeezed. Tony arched towards him as his nipples responded, becoming stiffened and very aroused peaks.
“Or pinch.”
Tony jerked again, his mouth open, pulling in deep breaths as he struggled to keep some control over his body as so many of his most secret dreams were coming true.
Gibbs was working his way lower. Tony refused to allow himself to think the thought that Gibbs would … that Gibbs planned … that Gibbs was going to … oh.
“Or suck.”
Hot wet heat enveloped his world. Tony soared into an awareness of pure ecstasy. Breathing and experiencing pleasure were all he could possibly accomplish. Firm hands gripped his ass and held him tightly as a teasing tongue followed by a demanding mouth showed him what oral sex was truly about. Never had this act seemed so erotic, so pleasurable, so very intense.
After a few minutes of taking Tony to the edge of rapture, Gibbs hummed. The sensation slid through Tony’s whole body, causing the vibrations to shatter any control that might have remained. He barely realized that he was coming and coming and continuing to pulse into the greedy mouth of his lover until he finally gave up all semblance of sanity and embraced ‘la petite mort’. An overwhelming wave of fulfillment coupled with disbelief momentarily eclipsed everything else.
Gibbs rolled away from him. Tony stayed where he was, completely wiped out. He worked on consciously restoring his breathing. When he had that under control, he reached out a hand to caress the top of Gibb’s head.
“Gibbs, that was amazing,” he whispered.
“Gibbs? You there?”
There was no response.
“Gibbs?”
Tony curved himself around enough to look at the other person sharing the bed.
“Gibbs? Are you ok?”
Tony crawled over to his boss. He was flat on his back, his eyes closed and had a weird expression on his face. Was it a smile?
Tony shook him slightly. Still no response. He tentatively pulled back an eyelid, expecting Gibbs to grab his wrist or hit him: one of the two. His eye was rolled back into his head. All Tony could see was white. He checked the other eye with the same result.
Tony pressed his fingers against his lover’s neck. Yes – there it was. A pulse but a very rapid heartbeat.
“Ducky. Gotta call Ducky.”
Tony crawled over Gibbs and stumbled to his back pack. He found his cell phone and hit his speed dial code for the Medical Examiner.
After a few rings, he heard “Anthony. I truly did not expect to be contacted by you tonight. What is it that you require?”
“Ducky – I poisoned Gibbs. I killed him. Not really, but he’s not responding to me. He’s flat on his back, pulse light and rapid, eyes rolled back, barely breathing.”
“What were the circumstances leading to this condition?”
“He was … we were … he gave me a blow job, Ducky!”
“And then he collapsed?”
“Yeah. Not a thing out of him since.”
Ducky chuckled.
“Ducky – how can you laugh at a time like this?”
“Anthony, calm yourself. I believe he is just fine. Do you have some of the chocolate I gave you earlier? The dark chocolate would be better.”
“Yeah, I do.” Tony was totally confused by the request.
“Break off a small piece and place it in his mouth. If you can’t open his jaws, just slide it between his lips.”
Tony leapt back to his pack and tossed items across the room as he searched. He found the chocolate bar, opened it by slamming it across his knee, wrapper and all, then broke off a piece. Stumbling back to Gibbs, he was able to get some of it between his lips.
“It’s in his mouth, Ducky. He’s – there – he’s blinking his eyes. He’s moving his head. You did it!” Tony yelled into his cell phone.
“In reality, Anthony, you did it. I believe our dear Jethro suffered from what might be called an overdose of you.”
“What?”
Tony was kneeling next to the bed now, watching Gibbs carefully as his lover suddenly moaned and licked his lips, smearing chocolate over them. If he hadn’t been so upset, it might have been very tempting.
“It has been quite some time since Jethro has had any sustenance other than the ingestion of small amounts from anonymous and recently deceased donors. I imagine, from your cryptic description, that he has just indulged in an abundance of richness. Consider it similar to a starving man being offered a seven course meal. It was, at least momentarily, too much for him.”
“But you had me give him chocolate?”
“Yes, Anthony. Dark chocolate would be quite a distinctly different taste from that in which he recently indulged. Essentially all I wanted to do was disturb his taste buds.”
“Disturb?”
“Yes. Merely a small shock to bring him out of his version of ‘la petite mort’.”
Gibbs opened his eyes and peered at Tony.
“Why are you…?” he asked. Then he licked his lips, tasting the chocolate smear. “Oh. Is that Ducky?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell him I’m fine now, and that you know the drill. Hang up and get back here,” he growled.
“He’s fine now, Ducky and he wants me back for more.”
“Very well, Anthony. Take care and do remember to keep some chocolate handy, although I doubt that there will be any future famine before a feast ever again.”
Ducky disconnected, but not before Tony heard him laughing.
“You sure you’re ok?” Tony slid back on top of the bed as Jethro moved away slightly to give him some room.
“Fine. I should have warned you, but it’s been a while since I … uh … indulged. Wasn’t really expecting that to happen.”
“Does it happen every time?” Tony asked.
“Shouldn’t. I hope to get very used to a steady diet from now on.”
Strong arms encircled Tony, pulling him close.
“A steady diet? Of chocolate?” Tony was confused.
“Nah, Tony. A steady diet of you.”
Gibbs pulled him back into a kiss. Tony decided it was time for Gibbs to lose his clothes, and helped his lover out of them, all the while kissing, nibbling and indulging in some exploration of his own.
Just before he reached the goal that he searched for, he looked back up at Gibbs. His lover was watching him, his eyes partially closed, an expression of extreme satisfaction on his face.
Tony grinned. “Before I get really involved down here, I just want to check something.”
“What’s that?”
Gibbs barely got the words out as Tony licked and teased at the older man’s ready and willing cock.
“Just want to make sure the chocolate is handy.”
“Huh?”
“Coz I’m going to start on a new diet of my own.”
“Oh? What diet is that?” Gibbs was almost afraid to hear his answer.
“It’s one I just created. I’m going to call it the ‘Essence of Vampire and Chocolate’ diet.”
“Interesting name.”
“There’s only one problem.” Tony allowed his voice to sound extremely mournful.
Gibbs sighed heavily.
“What’s that, DiNozzo?”
“We’re gonna need a lot more chocolate.”
(pfoof - fade to dark chocolate)
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Date: 2010-05-01 11:09 am (UTC)So you said you had more in this verse I believe
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Date: 2010-05-01 01:10 pm (UTC)Sheesh ... and she's being demanding already. (heavy sigh)
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Date: 2010-05-01 04:57 pm (UTC)Only demanding cos I like what you write *pouts* and it makes working at weekends easier *juts out bottom lip*
Have pity on me this weekend I have to translate about housemites and mechanical engineering; and proofread methane catalysts and sustainable constructions
But I can wait - honest, honest!!
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Date: 2010-05-01 06:54 am (UTC)What a great way to start the day :) Though I think my guest might want my attention soon.. well I just couldn't really see that you had posted and then not read ;)
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Date: 2010-05-01 01:37 pm (UTC)I'll work on trapping those other plot bats....
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Date: 2010-05-01 01:41 pm (UTC)What? No favorite line? (pouts)
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Date: 2010-05-01 09:59 am (UTC)Please, please do write more! *g*
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Date: 2010-05-01 01:44 pm (UTC)There's my butterfly ... err ... plot bat net over there (points) in the corner. I'll get right on it!
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Date: 2010-05-01 12:14 pm (UTC)TY Sarah,
Kristen
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Date: 2010-05-01 01:48 pm (UTC)YW, Kristen!
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Date: 2010-05-01 06:12 pm (UTC)(Later.... when I finish that masterpiece I'm so embarrassed by other people's talent. Why do I even try??? then I may exercise my fingers again. Gawd - I'm in tears!
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Date: 2010-05-01 08:37 pm (UTC)There's an entry from TJ at the bottom that explains the purpose of the community a bit.
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Date: 2010-05-01 11:17 pm (UTC)Thanks for a comment!
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Date: 2010-05-02 03:50 pm (UTC)I loved nervous!shy!Tony, awww. Things certainly got very hot, but poor Tony, having to call Ducky. I'm sure Gibbs will make it up to him ;).
Laura.
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Date: 2010-05-02 05:39 pm (UTC)Nervous Tony was fun. I don't think he's too confident about this vampire thing yet...
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Date: 2010-07-16 11:51 am (UTC)“Anthony, I know you are good at undercover work but … is there something you wish to disclose?” Ducky’s eyes twinkled as he asked the question.
I LOVED that!
Really hot sex and I love the phone call to Ducky.
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Date: 2010-07-16 02:34 pm (UTC)Heh heh - and that's probably as close as I will ever get to mpreg... but I couldn't resist.
Lucky thing Ducky gave him that chocolate, eh? What a sneaky Ducky...
Initiation
Date: 2011-11-19 07:14 am (UTC)Re: Initiation
Date: 2011-11-21 02:19 pm (UTC)Glad you liked (extrapolated from "more")
Did you read the first one too? "Revelation"