CHAPTER TWO: Tony Tries to Run

Tags: OOC characters, BDSM elements, Spanking

Tony opens his eyes and a deep-seated fear screams at him to run. Finally, the panic he feared has come out from the shadows. And like always, he permits his fear to win and drive him away from something good. Tony carefully eases out of Tim's arms, intent on grabbing some clothes and hiding out somewhere. An idiotic plan, he admits, but fear makes him behave irrationally and makes something like pretending nothing happened between them seem like a viable idea. He gets one step from the bed before he feels a hand grab his ankle and hears Tim's domineering voice growl, "Where do you think you are going?"

Tony gulps, feeling guilty and chastised at the same time. "Um, I was—" he starts, pointedly not looking back. No doubt, his expression would only confirm Tim's suspicions about where he tried to go.

"You were trying to sneak out on me," Tim rumbles deeply. He knows Tony's ways far too well. Without fail, Tony always runs or sabotages his relationships. He can't seem to help himself but Tim won't permit that to continue.

Tony has to suppress a shiver of delight at the sound of Tim's voice, low and rough from sleep but still dominant as hell. It's so fucking sexy. Tony shakes his head, lying, "No, I was just going to the bathroom." He can't look back, knowing if he meets Tim's steady eyes, he won't be able to get the lie out.

Tim rises from the bed smoothly. Within seconds he pushes Tony against the wall, holding and trapping his hands in a firm grip above his head. He crowds Tony with his body, offering him no avenue of escape. Tony visibly shudders, stunned by the lust flooding his veins at being skillfully manhandled. Tim continues, unfazed by the affect he's having on Tony. "I will chain you to the bed if I have to. Outside of work. You. Belong. To. Me."

At Tim's words, hIs Adam's apple bobs and Tony's whole body clenches. A shiver runs through his body at the darkly possessive words. No one has ever claimed him like this and it fills an emptiness inside he wasn't aware he had.

Tim has been watching Tony for a long time. He knows what Tony needs: to be owned, to belong to someone, and most of all to have someone that will look after him in the way he needs. Tony needs someone to save him from himself and Tim is more than willing to be that man. He's been waiting for Tony to be ready for years. Now that he has Tony, he isn't letting him go. Tim will train his boy, care and punish him as he needs. Because Tony is his boy, no one else's.

Tim's eyes reflect that same dark possession Tony heard in his voice. No one's looked at him like that before, like he was theirs. Not his father nor any of his previous girlfriends. And Tony feels compelled to vocalize what he sees and what he feels, blurting out, "I am yours." He is shaken by the surge of feelings he experiences at that admission, by how much he means it and how easy it is to admit. He is Tim's. Maybe he'll be able to deny it tomorrow but today, he knows that he belongs to Timothy McGee. Emotions whirl within him. Peace and belonging, relief and gratitude, hope and anticipation.

Tim smiles, greatly pleased at Tony's unprompted acknowledgment, at how easily his boy admits the truth. He strokes his hair, admiring Tony's blush as his boy unconsciously leans into the caress.

Tony can't believe he, Anthony D. DiNozzo, is blushing like some shy virgin because of Tim. How can he make me feel this way? Like I've been never touched before?

"Yes, you do," Tim confirms.

I belong to someone. I belong to McGee, to Tim.

Tim watches the wonder light Tony's eyes, and acknowledges the pride that swells up at knowing that he is the one responsible for it. Then he watches Tony unsuccessfully try to hide his own pride at belonging to someone. Tim loves seeing that in Tony, the pride and happiness the claim has sparked in him. He doesn't resist the urge to stroke down Tony's bare back, trailing his fingers possessively over the cleft of his ass. Tim enjoys the blush that spreads over Tony's face. It's adorable and unexpected. "Are you sore, Pet?"

Tony's face heats even more at the way Tim calling him pet with fondness makes him feel. It's nice, makes him feel warm. "No," Tony lies. His ass aches, despite all the time Tim spent stretching him. The thing is, Tony loves the achy feeling. It is a reminder that Tim fucked him, owned him, possessed him. He cannot pretend that it didn't happen, not with the ache constantly reminding him.

Tim's expression hardens and he tugs painfully on Tony's hair. "Do not lie to me, Boy."

Tony gapes at Tim, a little scared and a lot turned on. Where has this Tim been hiding? How am I going to look at him and not get hard at work? Not hear that dark, dangerous voice in my head that makes my cock twitch? Or remember the way he looks at me like he owns every inch of my body? How is it possible that ultimate geek Timothy McGee is the toppiest top that ever topped? And fucking hell, one domineering look and I want to spread my legs for him and beg.

"The truth."

"Yes," Tony admits.

"You like it, don't you?" Tim challenges. "It feels good. The ache. A reminder you cannot deny that my cock was in your ass. A reminder that you were underneath me, begging for my cock. And most importantly, that you belong to me. Trust me, Pet, come Monday you won't be able to forget me. I'm going to fuck you sloppy. You won't be able to sit down without remembering how good my dick feels in your ass. Do you want that, Boy?"

Tony shudders as the words wash over him. Dropping his eyes, he whispers, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

Confused, Tony looks up, saying unsurely, "Yes…" He searches Tim's eyes for the answer; the commanding presence he sees makes him realize what he is asking for. "Sir."

"That's my boy."

Tony hardens at the proclamation. Somehow Tim is uncovering parts of himself that Tony has never seen nor even considered. How does he know things about myself that I didn't even know? That I had no clue about? Tony had no idea that being dominated makes him hornier than anything else he's ever done. Do I like this because it's Tim and I trust him? Or would I feel the same under anyone's control? Tony tries to imagine someone else dominating him but he can't. The thought of someone else doesn't excite him. Yet, the moment he pictures Tim forcing him to his knees, not so little Tony twitches and thickens with enthusiasm.

Tim grins at him knowingly, almost as if he knows exactly what made Tony react. He moves away unexpectedly and Tony has to bite back a distressed whimper at the loss of Tim's heat. Tim sits on the edge of the bed, completely unashamed at his nakedness. He spreads his legs and looks up at Tony. "Across my lap."

Tony stares at his whatever the hell he is. Fuckbuddy? Boyfriend? Lover? Master? Dom? Tony is still for several moments until he notices Tim's pointed looks. He tentatively moves toward Tim. His hesitation doesn't go unnoticed and Tim pats his thigh in a clear order. Tony cautiously drapes his body over Tim's lap.

"If at any time, you want me to stop, you say red. If you are unsure, say yellow and we will discuss the problem. Saying green means I can continue and that you are doing well. Do you understand?"

Tony swallows, realizing what Tim is about to do, what he's apparently going to allow Tim to do. "Yes. Red means stop, yellow means I'm uncertain, green means continue and I'm good." Tony has done this sort of thing before with women before, both receiving and giving. Yet, he is sure this time will be different.

"I am going to punish you now, Tony. Do you know why?"

"I…don't know," Tony's mind is filled with Tim and the fact that he is willing to submit to Tim's authority with absolute trust. He doesn't spare a thought to consider what he's done wrong.

"You tried to run from me. Do you remember what you told me last night?"

Tony's mind flashes back to the memory. "I told you not to let me run."

"Exactly. And that's what I am doing. You will not run from me, Anthony DiNozzo. Sooner or later, you will not even think to run from me but until then, I will remind you. This time it will be twenty. Next, it will be forty. If you try to run from me a third time I will have to take more drastic measures."

Tony's breathing hitches, "Yes, Sir."

"Good boy. Before we begin, what color?"

With anticipation and a tinge of fear swirling within him, Tony answers truthfully, "Green."

Tim positions Tony how he wants him, rubbing over the swell of Tony's cute little bottom until his boy relaxes. The first slap is more surprising than painful, while the second gives Tony a jolt of pain. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Three, four, and five come in quick succession. "Color?"

Tony is surprised at how much he is relishing in the tingling pain in his backside. "Green." By the time Tim reaches ten, Tony is fully hard and Tim knows it. When he is done, Tony's butt will be nice and red. At fifteen he pauses and before he can ask, Tony is slurring, "Grreeennn." Tim chuckles darkly, his boy is enjoying the spanking more than he'd anticipated. Perhaps he can use spankings as a reward, instead of a punishment. Tim pauses between strikes, wanting to see how Tony will react.

Tony whines, desperately grinding into Tim's leg. "Oh, please! Please, please, please! Don't stop! I need it!"

Tim strokes Tony's skin teasingly. "Do you, Pet?"

Eager like a puppy, Tony promises, "I do! I need it. Please, I'll do anything."

"Anything?" Tim inquires wickedly.

"A-Anything. Tell me what you want and I'll do it. I-I can suck you? W-Whatever you want. Just please!" His fingers claw at the bedding to turn and meet Tim's gaze. Tony's eyes are wild and desperate. "Please," Tony pleads.

Tony's pretty begging and the look in his eyes makes Tim realize how much his boy needs this. Offering to suck him makes that clear enough. Tim doesn't even mind that this is supposed to be a punishment, not a reward. Tony won't forget this and that's what is important to Tim right now. Tim shrugs, a hint of smirk on his lips, "I don't know if I should."

Desperation floods Tony's brain and he sobs, "You should! I want it, I swear." He can feel his orgasm just out of his reach. But Tony needs more. He needs Tim's hand slapping against his ass. "Please, I need to cum."

Amused, Tim drawls, "I can feel that. So cum."

"I can't!"

"You have friction, Pet. What more do you need? Hm?"

Tears of frustration prickle his eyes. "Not enough," Tony mutters.

"What do you need? Say it and I'll give it to you."

Tony needs it too badly to be shy. "Spank me! I need to feel your hand smacking my ass. I need the pain. I need it so badly!"

Tim presses against the reddened skin, loving how Tony whimpers and rocks his hips like a bitch in heat. He presses harder and Tony trembles, the delicious pain obviously the only thing that will push Tony over the edge. "You won't forget this, will you? How much you need the pain and pleasure I give you?"

"No! I promise."

Tim pinches Tony's ass, twisting the skin sharply.

Tony moans at the pain. "Fuck."

Smirking, Tim promises darkly, "Only I can give you this, Tony. Do you hear me? Only I can make you ride the pain, while you beg me for more."

"Only you!"

Satisfied, Tim spanks him hard. Tony's groan is loud and long, making Tim all the more determined to make him cum from spanking alone.

Tony zones out, his entire focus on the feeling of Tim's hand slapping against his skin and the bursts of pain and pleasure that follow. He isn't aware of his babbling begging or the increasingly needy sounds spilling from his lips.

By the seventeenth strike, Tony can barely hang on, the need to cum overwhelming. He pleads, "Please. Fuck, I need to cum! Please, let me!" The newly awakened submissive part of him needing Tim's permission.

Tim smirks at the desperation in his voice. He strokes over the reddened skin, Tony's need for permission is deliciously satisfying. It's a confirmation that he is the Dom that Tony needs. Tim can't help teasing just a bit more. He trails a finger over the seam of Tony's ass. "Do you want to cum, Baby?"

"Please, I need it!"

"But have you earned it? You tried to run from me."

"I'm sorry!" Tony cries, frustration and need warring inside him. "I won't do it again!"

Tim shakes his head, recognizing the foolish lie. He lifts his hand, not touching Tony except for where Tony rests over his thighs. "That's a lie and you know it, Tony. Do not lie to me."

Tears spill over his cheeks, needing so desperately to cum but being denied. "I'm sorry." He doesn't know what else to say, how to prove his worth to Tim. He shouldn't have promised he wouldn't run. Tim knows him too well.

"Promise me one thing, Tony."

Needing Tim's approval, even if he doesn't entirely understand why, Tony vows, "Anything."

"I'll let you cum if you promise to remember this the next time you feel like running. I want to you remember every moment of this. The delicious pain. How good it feels when my hand smacks against your skin. How the pain radiates through your body and sets your blood on fire. The desperation you feel when I pause, how much you need more, need me. Most of all, I want you to remember how it feels when you cum from my hand. Promise me and I'll let you cum."

Tony pants, every word makes him re-live it, intensifying every sensation he's feeling, and forcing him to memorize it in crystal clear detail. He won't be able to forget this. Tony doesn't know that it will stop him but if anything will, this might be it. "I promise."

"Good. Then cum, Pet. You've earned these last three." Tim continues, having a feeling that his boy won't even make it through the final three. He's done everything he can to burn this into Tony's memory. Tim knows his boy will run, sooner or later, and he has done all he can to make him remember this moment. It may not stop him from running but it might help get him back where he belongs.

Tony makes it to the nineteenth before he cries out. Tim can feel his hot release splatter Tim's skin. Not hesitating, Tim spanks him one final time. Tony lies limp and satisfied in his lap. He admires his work, Tony's ass is delightfully red. He presses against the hot skin, grinning as Tony makes contented noises at the touch. "No going to sleep, Tony. I'm not done with you yet. Lie across the bed. On your stomach, legs spread."

Lazily, Tony moves toward the bed, lying sideways on the bed, his hands clutching the side of the mattress. He swears he can feel Tim's heated gaze on his burning backside. Tony hears Tim take out the lube and seconds later, he feels a slick finger at his entrance. Still riding the high of his orgasm, Tony zones out while he's being stretched. He snaps back into focus when he hears Tim call his name.

"Tony. Tony!"

He turns his head, "Hmm?"

"Legs together, crossed at the ankles."

Tony obeys. Tim straddles his legs, with his cock in hand and guides himself inside. Tony's fingers grip the bedding tight as Tim lowers himself completely on top of him. He admits to himself that it's a strange but pleasurable feeling having a man the same height and roughly the same weight covering his body. Tony has never had someone lie on top of his back before. While Tim is heavy, it feels oddly comforting and Tony relaxes completely even with the stinging pain on his reddened bottom. Tim kisses his neck; placing one hand on top of Tony's and the other he spreads wide on Tony's chest. He starts to rock his hips slowly. "Mmm, yeah," Tony murmurs contently as Tim plunges deep. It feels amazing to have every bit of his focus on Tim's cock move inside him and Tim pressing against the tender skin of his butt without the distraction of his own needs. Tim breaks the slow, easy pace with brief quick bouncing thrusts then he pushes forward as far as he can and holds himself there for several beats before easing back. Deep then fast then slow. Fast then slow then deep. He mixes the three paces, keeping Tony guessing. Tim eats up Tony's beautiful, pained cries and whimpers as his boy takes what is given to him. Between his cherry red ass and Tim's thick cock pushing impossibly deep, Tony rides the pain eagerly. It feels amazingly good.

Tim sinks deep, holding himself still as he asks, "How are you doing, Pet?"

Tony gives an involuntarily high pitched whine, Tim's dick pressed deeper than he thought possible. "Fuck, Tim. It hurts so good," he vows in a lust dazed voice.

"Is my Boy hard yet?" Tim asks in a rumble, his hand trailing down Tony's sweaty side before returning to clutch Tony's hand.

"Ahh!" Tony screams as Tim's hips jackhammer into him quickly before going back to the same slow rhythm. "Yesss, wanna cum like this. Your body all around me, your cock so deep I can almost taste it."

Tim grins wickedly, fucking his boy thoroughly. Quiet, jabbing thrusts broken up by slow easy ones and deep, long ones. Over and over, the room echoing with Tony's loud cries. Feeling the tingling in his balls, Tim shoves forward with all his might and holds himself still as he comes deep inside his boy. Tony keens at the sensation of Tim's hot seed pulsing unbelievably deep inside his passage. Tim's hips do not cease, continuing the unpredictable pace until Tony cries out brokenly as he soils the bedding beneath him. Tony closes his eyes and savors how perfect it feels to be under Tim, his insides painted with Tim's cum. Not wanting this to end, Tony threads his fingers with Tim's. He is grateful when Tim does not call him on his clinginess but appears content to stay still until Tony is ready. They lie there for longer than Tony is willing to admit before he releases his hold on Tim.

Tony feels Tim kiss his neck before shifting off him. He stays still, burying his face in the mattress. Tony ignores the touch on his arm. He is afraid to look at the other man; Tony's emotions are far too close to the surface. He can feel tears prickling his eyelids, overwhelmed by the emotions Tim provokes in him. But Tim seems unwilling to let Tony hide any longer and guides him onto his back. Tim asks gently, "Look at me." When Tony doesn't look up, Tim nudges Tony's chin with his finger. Their eyes meet and Tim's are amazingly open and expressive. Tony isn't surprised by the confidence he sees in them, not anymore. But he is by what else he sees: love. Tim's smile is gentle, murmuring, "Tony."

He makes a distressed sound in the back of his throat. This is the reason why he runs, why he sabotages himself. The fear, the uncertainty, the belief that he doesn't deserve love. Tony is terrified. Because once he finds happiness, it never stays. People don't love him or they love him and then leave. Then he's all alone again.

Tim pulls Tony into his arms, rocking him comfortingly. "It's okay to be scared, Tony, because this time, I've got you. Look at me." Tony tilts his head up and Tim vows, "I have been patiently waiting a long time for you to be ready. Now that I have you, I am never letting you go. I know all your tricks, Pet. Run all you want, lash out and try to sabotage our relationship, sleep around trying to prove you don't deserve me. You cannot get rid of me. I know what you need and I aim to ensure you get it. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Tony can read the determination on Tim's face and he knows for the first time in his life, he's found someone that won't quit on him. Even knowing that, some fucked up part of him pushes him to open his mouth and try to convince Tim he isn't worth it. Unable to look at him, Tony hides his face in Tim's chest. "Tim, you shouldn't—I don't—we can fuck, I'm good at that but you don't need to make any foolish promises to me. I'm easy."

Tim huffs, "Oh, Pet, if I only wanted your ass I would have taken it long ago. Trust me, I could have easily had you on your knees begging for my cock years ago." Tim moves Tony between his legs, his chest to Tony's back, his chin resting on his shoulder, his arms around Tony. "I do not want simply a willing hole to fuck; you probably think I'm lying but I don't have trouble finding that."

Before last night, Tony would have laughed at that. But that was before he knew that underneath that cuddly, geeky persona is a surprisingly confident, dominant, and astonishingly sexy man. The problem is he does believe it and that makes it all the more unbelievable that Tim would choose him when he could have any man or woman he wanted. "Why me? You—you could have almost anyone. I'm not worth it. You know me, Tim. Why even deal with all my baggage?"

"Because you are worth it. You are smart and funny and kind."

"I'm broken. Why would you want someone broken?"

Tim holds Tony tight. "You need me, Tony, to show you the love you don't believe you deserve. I know what you need: to belong to someone. And now you do. You, Anthony DiNozzo Jr., belong to me."

The vow doesn't solve everything. It doesn't make Tony suddenly believe that he deserves love. It does not erase all his unresolved baggage. But the one thing it does is give Tony hope. "I belong to you," Tony echoes softly. That has to be enough, at least for today.

My muse has been a bit of a bastard lately, so when he latched onto the idea for chapter two I went with it. I will leave the story as a WIP and add chapters as they come to me. Updates will likely be sporadic.