When Abby saw Tony, and how pale he was, she found herself trembling. She sat in the chair, next to the bed, and leaned forward, looking into his eyes, as he smiled just a little.
"Hey Abs," he said softly, with a quiver. "I can't tell you…how glad I am to see you."
She was oddly silent, as she looked at his arms, when he rolled on his side toward her, reaching out to touch her cheek. She took in the terrible bruising, and the bite marks made by hateful creatures she could only imagine. She traced one with shaky fingers, and whispered, "Oh, Tony…"
She leaned over and threw her arms around him, as he embraced her back, closing his eyes and breathing in her familiar scent.
He could sense McGee standing near them.
He stayed like that with her for a while, before she pulled back, sniffling, and wiping her face.
"We were all so worried about you," she said in a low, gravelly voice.
"Thanks," he said hoarsely. He looked up at McGee.
"Hey Probie. I bet you think they dropped you off in the Twilight Zone."
McGee smiled. "That has occurred to me, Tony, yes. But…no matter where, it's…so good to see you…"
McGee looked really uncomfortable, and then seemed to make a decision about something, and came over to the bed, sitting on it near Tony. He smiled, and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently, "I'm glad you're okay."
Tony felt comfort in their presence.
"I feel like…I was gone for years." He frowned, "How long was it anyway? I…even forgot to ask…"
"Five days," Abby said, just starting to regain her composure. "And boy, do we have a lot of dancing to do to keep this straight at NCIS."
"I bet…Gibbs already has it all together," Tony said almost too softly, with an oddly sad look on his face. They could feel the undercurrent in Tony's voice, and for a little while, talked about lighter things, before the energy in the room seemed to shift a little.
"Do you…need anything, Tony?" McGee asked. "I think they ordered food…"
"No Probie," Tony smiled, staring at McGee for a moment, feeling a little strange.
"Are you okay Tony?" Abby asked, noticing something in his demeanor.
"Uhh….n-no…I…" he suddenly felt really warm, and…confused…maybe it was the fever going up.
"You know…" Abby said, coming closer to him, looking at him with her big pale green eyes, "considering what you went through Tony, you look...really good."
Suddenly, the way she was looking at him…made his heart start racing.
"Abby…please…" his breathing was becoming shallow, and he felt like a fire was lit in his veins. He looked at her dark glossy hair, and red lips…
"She's right…" McGee said in a faraway kind of voice. "You look…amazing…"
Fear was crackling in the recess of his mind, as he started to feel as if he were becoming overwhelmed with desire for them both.
"God…you have to go…" he moaned, putting up a hand, pushing gently on her arm, "please…you both …have to…"
Abby leaned down and kissed him, and he whimpered into her mouth, feeling his dick hardening.
Someone was rubbing and kneading his thigh. He knew who it was. No! McGee ! Please…
She ran her hands over his chest, as he became only a pulse, a throbbing, hungry need… She pulled away, moving down to his throat, nibbling, sucking, licking, while he started to let his hands roam over her body.
He wasn't in control. He almost felt like he was partly observing it from afar. There was no humming inside like before, just something that roared in his ears, a little like static...
A hand groped and rubbed his cock over the thin flannel.
"I…" he gasped, "I…need…"
"What," he heard McGee say huskily, "what do you need, Tony? We'll give it to you."
He was writhing, unable to think, unable to breathe, but he heard himself say, "Everything."
Abby got on the bed and straddled him, her short black skirt hiking up so he could see her underwear, a little red thong, riding up her slit. He wrapped his hands around her waist, as she started to grind on him, making little whining sounds.
McGee was suddenly standing close to the headboard, and leaned over, grabbing his hair, and kissing him full on the mouth. He softly let his tongue slip through Tony's parted lips.
Tony bucked into Abby, needing...aching, to be inside. He slid his hands to her thighs, moving one hand up, so that he could slip a finger underneath the thong, and feel the hot moisture accumulating between her legs.
He groaned into McGee's mouth.
But he needed something more than to be inside them, to posses their flesh, he needed blood. He wanted to taste it. Drink it. Though he couldn't understand why…
He broke the kiss away from McGee, and sat up, lifting her with him, and took several steps to the wall, pushing her back up against it, while she wrapped her legs around him tightly.
McGee leaned against the wall, facing them both, to Tony's left.
He was already thrusting her into the wall, slowly, making her slide up, but their clothing was still on, maddening them.
She tore open his tee shirt, biting his collarbone, he gasped and turned to McGee.
"Where's your knife, Tim?" he breathed.
Something in him wanted to stop, desperately, but his body wasn't under his control...
McGee produced a pocket knife.
"Open it," Tony said, gasping again, and thrusting his hardened cock against Abby, feeling her damp juices starting to soak through the flannel pants.
"Cut off her panties," he commanded.
McGee reached down, and pulled up Abby's skirt, pulling the thong away from her body, slicing it twice and pulled it away, letting it drop to the floor.
She moaned and yanked at Tony's hair with both her hands, forcing his head back while MCGee kissed him again.
When broke off once more, he smiled at McGee, and said, "Be ready with the knife. When I tell you, I want you to cut her throat."
Abby barely noticed what he said, because he had slipped two fingers in her, while she rutted her little hips against his hand, breathing hard, moaning lowly in ecstasy.
McGee nodded, but his hand trembled slightly. He raised it to her neck.
Just as Tony was about to pull his pants down to get his painfully hard organ in her, someone bellowed out "What the Hell are you doing?" and grabbed him by the back of the neck, throwing him.
McGee dropped the knife completely, and sank to his knees, shaking, while Ducky ran and grabbed Abby, dragging her, screaming from the room.
Gibbs still had the sword in his hand, but did not want to use it on him. Tony got up off the floor where he'd landed, and pushed back at Gibbs, with incredible force, knocking him into the dresser while everything on it flew off.
Gibbs picked up the sword in his hands, and used it horizontally, flat side, to run at Tony, and push him back to the opposite wall with it, where Abby had just been.
The force of it actually pinned the younger man up a little higher than Gibbs.
Tony stopped struggling quickly.
Gibbs saw, with abject horror, that Tony's eyes were no longer clear in the whites. They had a subtle grey swirling in them, like the demons in the mirror had…when they fed on his blood.
Tony's face was expressionless, the green eyes cold and dark, and then, just the barest of a smile curved his lips.
"Tony!" Gibbs yelled, and shuddered.
He was afraid for Tony, and of him.
Suddenly, his eyes went clear, and Tony gasped, looking at him in shocked confusion. His brow furrowed suddenly, and he whispered desperately, "Abby..."
Gibbs felt tremors start to roll through Tony's body, and slowly pulled the sword away, as the younger man slid, down the wall, and curled up, covering his head with his arms. He made a horrible, choking sound, and began to rock just a little.
The eye in the sword blinked out.
Gibbs put it down, panting, his heart still practically in his mouth.
He saw McGee, sitting silently, with a tear-streaked face, staring at the knife.
He could hear soft keening coming from the living room, and called "Duck!"
Ducky ran to the room, to see what was going on. "Jethro..."
"Is she okay?"
"As far as I can tell, nothing serious…physically…" Ducky said shakily. Then he looked at McGee and Tony. "Oh…my. Timothy," Ducky called, and McGee slowly looked up.
"I was g-gonna...cut her...I was...gonna' cut Abby...why would I do that? Why would Tony want me to do that?" McGee looked pale and more than shaken.
"Come, Timothy, it's alright. She's alright." Ducky said softly and gave him a hand up, and lead him out of the room.
Gibbs knelt in front of Tony, who had continued his rocking, but now had his hands on his face, knees up against his chest. His breathing was unsteady, and Gibbs reached for him, touching his arm and feeling how cold he was now. It was as if the fever had gone in extreme reverse.
"Tony..." Gibbs called, putting the hand on his head.
The only response he got was a moan of complete despair.
"Tony...look at me. C'mon. Now," he added the tone of a command at the end, and it worked.
Tony picked his head up, dropping his hands and looking at Gibbs.
His mouth quivered a little, and his eyes were wild. "I...I'm like them...Boss...I ...almost killed Abby...and I almost..." he shook his head, sobbing out the words, "I almost raped her..."
Gibbs grabbed him, into a crushing embrace, and said "This is not you. It's not you, Tony. It's gonna' be okay."
"How's it gonna' be okay?" he cried, "They did…something…to me… Something's wrong with me..."
"We'll figure it out. I promise." Gibbs tried to console him.
"Abby…ohgod…."
And then, as if Tony's body suddenly remembered it was exhausted, he slacked in Gibbs' arms, whimpering.
Gibbs picked him up, a little clumsily, and put Tony back in the bed, shivering, semi-conscious, and covered him with the blankets.
He heard the others speaking in hushed voices in the living room, Abby still hiccuping faintly.
He took Tony's hand, as cold as ice, and shook his head.
"What do we do now?" he whispered.