CHAPTER FIVE: Power Struggles
Tony wakes from the nap to the feeling of slick, strong hands massaging his feet. Cracking a single eye open, Tim comes into view. Tony opens the other eye too and mumbles something incoherently.
"Relax, Pet. I'm going to finish this nice, long massage."
Tony's eyes flutter closed and he falls limp as Tim massages up one leg with firm tenderness. It's nice and Tony lets himself drift as Tim's confident hands massage his muscles into submission.
When Tony comes back to awareness, he feels completely relaxed. How long has it been? Minutes? Hours? "Tim?" Tony feels Tim's weight settle beside him on the bed and he arches instinctively into the hand that strokes down his bare back. Tony turns his head to look at Tim.
"How are you feeling, Pet?"
"Good." He wiggles a bit and realizes the plug is still inside. Tony blushes at the pride he feels knowing Tim's semen is locked inside him. It makes him feel like he belongs to Tim. He doesn't want to consider whether it's right or wrong to feel that way.
Tim trails a finger over the blush. "What are you thinking about that is making you blush so prettily?"
Tony hides his face in the bedding. "I'm not blushing."
Tim presses his hand against Tony's reddened bottom. Tony's head jerks up and he hisses. Tim smirks and continues rubbing against the sensitive skin. "Turn over."
Embarrassed that he's getting hard from the touch, Tony shakes his head petulantly. "No."
While amused by Tony's embarrassment, especially considering all they've done together, Tim isn't going to allow his pet to disobey him. "Turn over," he commands, dominant power vibrating his voice.
That voice. I can't deny him when he uses that voice. My body is programmed to obey. He slowly turns over. Tony feels foolish putting his hands over his lap but it's instinctive. He avoids Tim's eyes, as if it will make him invisible.
Tim smiles at the shy, flushed Tony in front of him. This is the Tony he knew was underneath all that arrogance, this is the Tony he wants to bring out, if only with him. Beautiful. My shy boy. No one sees this Tony but me. Tim hooks a finger under Tony's chin and lifts his face. Tony's eyes meet his and Tim sees the vulnerability Tony tries to hide. "I am the one person you don't need to hide from." He leans down and kisses Tony thoroughly, enjoying the darkening in his pet's eyes. "I've seen all of you. Know every inch of your body." Tim's hand trails down Tony's neck, over his side before twisting to cup his ass cheek and settling two fingers between his cheeks to brush against his hole. Tim whispers darkly in Tony's ear, "I know your body, inside," two fingers press against the plug, causing Tony to moan and arch, "and out. You are mine, Anthony DiNozzo. Do you know what that means, Pet?"
Tony bites his lip, trying to hold back a whimper as Tim grasps the plug and thrusts it slightly. But Tim pulls it mostly out and presses it back in and Tony whimpers. "N-No." Tim's hot breath against his ear sends shivers down his spine. How Tim's breath alone can turn him on baffles him endlessly.
Tim takes his earlobe in his teeth and tugs, just on the right side of pain, and Tony cries out softly. "It means your body is mine and you will not hide it from me. I claimed you and I want to see what I have claimed. Show me."
Tony shudders, overwhelmed yet again by how Tim makes him feel. Tim eases back onto his knees, watching him intently. Feeling exposed but also emboldened by the intensity in Tim's eyes, he peels away his hands and shows Tim what belongs to him.
Tim's gaze possessively wanders over Tony's nakedness. He smiles predatorily and Tony hardens naturally under his hot gaze.
Tony attempts to pull on his playboy facade, spreading his legs and striking a seductive pose. "Like what you see, Timothy?"
Tim lifts a brow in challenge, amused that Tony's going to try this little game with him. "You sure you want to try this with me? Hm, Pet?"
Digging deep, Tony decides it's time to turn his charm on Tim. He gets up on his knees and grabs Tim, flipping him into the spot he had been laying. Then he straddles Tim's waist. "Maybe it's time for me to lead."
Tim chuckles darkly at Tony's audacity. "Think you can top me?"
For a moment, his confident wavers. "Uh…" Then Tony bolsters his confidence. "Of course and this time, it'll be you begging me to cum." Tony leans down and captures Tim's lips, kissing him with the dominance and confidence he possesses with women. Tim doesn't soften under his lips but he isn't trying to take control either. He kisses down Tim's neck to his chest, teasing his pink nipples with his tongue. Tony peeks under his lashes at Tim, who appears much less overcome by lust than he'd hoped.
Tim smirks at him and makes a continue gesture before folding his hands behind his head and settling back.
Tony has to force back a pout. Women are usually putty in his hands by now. He thought it'd be easy to switch roles around and make Tim beg as easily as Tim made him beg. Problem is, it isn't easy and his seduction of Tim is in no way going as planned.
"I'm waiting," Tim says, staring up at the ceiling, sounding maddeningly calm.
Internally growling at Tim's infuriating smugness, Tony is determined to rip it away and turn Tim into a pile of goo. Just like he does to you, a voice gloats. Shut up! Tony refocuses on Tim. No way is he going to let Tim act indifferently to his sexual magnetism. He is a goddamn stud and he is determined to get Tim to admit it. He sucks and pinches at Tim's nipples until they're red. He'd be whining already but Tim appears unaffected, the bastard. Tony moves down his body. His face may not show it but he can't hide the hardness of his cock. Tony bites his lip, hovering over Tim's lap. He glances up and Tim quirks a brow, issuing him a dare. Tony licks his lips and starts to lean down. He squeaks when Tim strikes like a cobra, switching their positions.
Tim pins Tony down with his body. "Here's the thing, Boy," he murmurs in Tony's ear. "You have to earn the right to top me. And you," he says, staring down at him, "haven't earned that right."
Tony shudders at the honeyed darkness in his voice. Any thoughts of seducing Tim with his charm disappears the second the tables turn.
"I am the Dominant in this relationship, Pet. That isn't about to change. When—if you ever earn the right to top me, trust me, I'll still be in charge."
Tony whimpers at the thought of being inside of Tim.
A smug smirk forms on Tim's lips. "Oh, you like that idea, do you, Pet? You want to fuck me?"
"Yes," he answers, slapping his hand over his mouth.
Tim removes Tony's hand and pins his wrists above his head. "Earn it then, by being good for your Dominant." He kisses him possessively.
Tony squirms under him, he wants to earn it.
"But that's for another day, Pet. I believe I promised you something, didn't I?"
Tony stares into his eyes, mesmerized by the power hidden in Tim's unassuming power.
Unfazed by Tony's non-response, Tim continues, "I promised you wouldn't be forgetting me, us, tomorrow when we go back to work. Every time you sit down, every time you look at me, every time you touch your body, I want you to remember this weekend. To remember me, fucking you, claiming, caring for you in a way no one else ever has."
Tony stares deeply into Tim's eyes and he feels like he could drown in them. He gulps, wondering how he's going to pull on that playboy facade tomorrow after this weekend. He isn't the same man he was. Tim, kind-hearted, honest Tim changed him by showing the confident, dominant man hidden beneath his own mask.
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Tony wakes up in Tim's arms early the next morning. His body pleasantly sore and marked. Tim made good on his promise; it'll be a struggle to think of anything but Tim at work today. Eyes shut, Tony lies there quietly and creates a sense memory. Tim's natural scent floods his nostrils. The strength and care in the arms around him. The press of soft lips resting against the back of his neck. The sound and heat of Tim's slow breath on his skin. The tickling sensation of Tim's lightly furred thigh between his. The weight of Tim's half-hard cock tucked against his sac.
Tucking it inside his mind to savor later, Tony resigns himself to waking and leaving the safety and warmth of Tim's bed. Leaving the bed means more than it should. It means leaving their isolated, perfect fantasy and confronting reality, which isn't something Tony enjoys. In fact, he tends to avoid it like the plague. Sighing, Tony pulls away from Tim with dread forming in his stomach and walks over to the shower. Okay, Tony. Time to get your head on straight. Stuff every change into a box in your mind. You are Anthony DiNozzo, cocky ladies man. Damn, I'm going to have to use every inch of my acting skills to pull this off.
Toweling off, Tony dresses for the day. The tailored suit helps put him in the right frame of mind. Back in the bedroom, he finds Tim awake in the bed. Tony self-consciously smooths down his tie. "Morning."
"Good morning." Tim stretches lazily. "Ready for today?"
Staring at Tim, Tony is torn between who he was and who he is now. He knows how to hide, he's been doing it for years, but not like this. Is he ready? Hell no. Is he going to admit that? Not a chance. "Of course, Probie. Why wouldn't I be?"
Tim gets out of bed, completely and unabashedly naked.
Tony gulps, his bravado evaporating. He would be surprised if Tim didn't plan exactly that.
He stops next to Tony, murmuring, "Yes, why wouldn't you be?" Tim chuckles at the shiver running through Tony. "Coffee should be ready," he informs, walking toward the bathroom.
Tony watches him go, admiring the muscles in his back bunch and Tim's shapely behind. This is going to be harder than I thought. Nonetheless, it must be done. Tony isn't ready to announce his newfound submissive status. He'd rather Gibbs never, ever know. And Ziva. What would she say if she found out about Tim and me? Tony shudders. The thought of them finding out makes him firm his resolve. I can do this. I have to do this.
He drinks a cup of coffee, letting the caffeine settle his mind.
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Scrubbing his body, Tim uses the time to think. He is finally mine. He smiles smugly to himself. Tim has waited a long time for Tony and his patience has at last paid off.
He sobers thinking about work. He hasn't minded hiding his dominant nature at work. Gibbs is the ultimate Alpha male type. Tony his clear second in charge. When he joined the team, he was the newbie. Not all of it was an act in the beginning. Then Ziva joined and she was supposed to be the new probie but he liked living, thus refrained from teasing her like Tony does to him.
Things are different now. He's not the green probie that he used to be and hasn't been for a long time. He is comfortable with his dominant side and doesn't hide it in his personal life.
At work, though, he keeps his dominant side locked up. For all Gibbs sees, Tim's confident he doesn't suspect. Tony obviously had no idea either. Ziva, he isn't as certain. Abby's the only one that knows his true self. She thinks he's being foolish for suppressing that part of himself. Maybe she's right but he doesn't plan on suppressing it forever. He's been waiting for Tony and now that he has him, Tim intends to slowly release the tight control he has on his inner dominance.
The problem is Tony and work. Now that he's claimed his Sub, Tim's dominant instincts are going to be more difficult to suppress, especially with Tony. Knowing his boy, he'll retreat back into his cocky, playboy facade as best he can. Tony is also his superior, not to Gibbs's level but still above him. If Tony gives him an order, he will have to respect it. The Dominant in him won't like that. Tim's prepared for a fight between his two sides. Tony will push and push against him, both with his blatant lying about his personal life and his seniority over him. Tim won't like it but for the moment, he'll have to take it. Until they get home and then their roles will reverse. As he dresses, Tim comforts himself with that. The moment work is finished, he's in charge. Tony can fight all he likes but Tim is the top dog.
Let the struggle begin.
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Startled by Tim walking in, Tony sloshes coffee onto his hand. Hissing as the hot liquid burns his hand, he quickly switches the cup to his other hand and shakes his hand.
"Are you okay?" Tim asks with a quirk of his brow at Tony's clumsiness.
Setting down his cup, Tony avoids Tim's eye and dries his hand on the towel hanging from the oven. "I'm fine."
Tim refrains from commenting further but makes no attempt to hide his amusement. "Breakfast?"
His stomach churns at the thought. "Uh, no. I'm good." Tony despises how awkward Tim makes him feel, especially with how at ease Tim appears. It makes him want to punch that smug look right off his face. Or kiss it off, his mind adds unhelpfully. Tony curses internally. He'd probably get more smug, the bastard.
Tim sips his coffee, watching Tony over the rim. "Feeling alright, Tony?"
"What?" Tony jerks out of his thoughts.
Sipping calmly, Tim observes, "You seem tense."
Tony pulls together the scraps of his playboy facade. "Things are great, Probie." He smiles charmingly. "I'm DiNozzo. Anthony DiNozzo."
Tim's brows lift in amusement. "That was a terrible Sean Connery accent, Tony."
Taking offense, Tony denies, "It is not. I got second place in a James Bond contest. I have the trophy to prove it."
Tim shakes his head. "That must have been a poor showing."
"Ask Jimmy! He'll back me up." Tony shrinks back at the wide grin spreading over Tim's lips. Oh, shit.
"You did a James Bond contest with Jimmy. I thought you were too cool for Jimmy."
Tony forces a laugh, which is totally not hysterical, at all. "I have no idea what you are talking about." He throws back the rest of his coffee and puts the cup in the sink. Determined to leave before things get more out of hand, Tony strides out of the kitchen to the front door. He doesn't notice Tim following until he's pinned to the door.
Tim presses him into the door. Tony whimpers as Tim's crotch fits between his sore cheeks. "Did I give you permission to leave, Pet?"
Going from soft to hard in seconds, Tony curses his cock for finding Tim's dominant voice absolutely irresistible. So not fair. Tim teasingly rubs against his ass, forcing Tony to relive every moment of the weekend. He flips him around and Tony goes willingly. The confident look on Tim's face only makes Tony's cock harden further.
"Are you going to do as I wish? Are you going to remember me today, Pet?"
Tony's eyes flutter shut, thoroughly distracted by Tim rubbing the growing bulge in his pants. The rational part of his brain wonders if he's been drugged because he should not be able to get hard after the past weekend. Tony cries out as Tim presses the heel of his hand cruelly against his cock.
"I asked you a question, Pet."
"Y-Yes."
"Yes, what?"
His lust-blown eyes open and meet Tim's dominant gaze. Tony swallows, the look in his eyes is almost enough to make him cum in his pants like a teenager. "Yes, Sir."
"Good boy."
Tony berates himself for how good that makes him feel. Like a goddamned puppy getting praise from his owner. An apt analogy. Tony is frustrated by how easily Tim has turned his own mind against him. Shut up! Staring at Tim, Tony admits that all he would have to do is demand he cum and he'd mess his pants. From the look on Tim's face, he knows it too. Tony groans at the loss of the hand on his cock. The groan is lost between their lips as Tim plunders his mouth. Tony's lips feel swollen when Tim pulls back. He licks them, tasting Tim on his lips. Tim runs a possessive hand down his side, his hand stilling on Tony's ass before pulling away. Echoes of the touch burn over Tony's body, invisibly marking Tony as Tim's. Plastered to the door, it takes every ounce of willpower to hold back his protest when Tim steps away from him.
Tim's eyes flick down to the obvious bulge in Tony's pants. "That will have to wait until after work. Consider it an incentive to behave today, Pet."
His mouth drops open, watching Tim disappear back into the kitchen without another word. Tony snaps his mouth closed, flexing his jaw in frustration. That sneaky son of a bitch. Defiance hardens his face. Tony reaches down to unbutton his pants.
"I wouldn't do that, Pet."
Tony freezes at the sound of Tim calling out a warning from the kitchen. How did he know? Tony bites his lip anxiously and looks around, anticipating Tim popping out and catching him. When he doesn't, Tony quietly unsnaps his pants.
"Don't make me punish you, Tony. I promise you won't enjoy it."
Fuck. Defeated, Tony drops his head back with a painful thud.
"Good choice. I will see you at work." Tim warns, "And Tony? I'll know. You will regret it."
Resigned to being left wanting release, Tony buttons his pants and slips out the door. He sits in his car, his cock throbbing as pain shoots up his spine. Fuckity fuck. Sitting is going to make things very difficult for him. Instead of making him angry, it makes his cock throb. Craving release, he tries to convince himself to misbehave. "Come on, Tony. He won't know. Just drive a ways and park. Simple." He stops on a secluded street but the instant he reaches for his pants, Tony hears Tim's growled warning echo his mind.
"I wouldn't do that, Pet. I own you now. Your body, your mind, your soul, your everything."
Tony bangs his head on the steering wheel. Tim isn't even here and Tony cannot defy him. Tim is inside his head, one weekend and Tony is under his control. This is going to be harder than I thought.
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Tim rides the elevator up, a smirk on his face. Before the doors open, he consciously changes it into his regular smile. He spots Tony at his desk, Ziva is watching his entrance and doesn't notice how Tony is bracing himself at the sound of the elevator. Careful to hide the surge of possessiveness at the sight of his Sub, Tim announces, "I brought fresh croissants and coffee." Ziva makes a grabby motion. Tim indulges her, handing over the bag. She digs into it immediately. With her distracted, Tim focuses on Tony. His Sub's face slips at the dominance in his look. Tony visibly gulps but not guiltily. Tony didn't disobey my orders. Good boy. Tim hands Tony coffee, deliberately brushes his fingers against Tony's. Tony fumbles with the cup but manages not to drop it. He takes a sip, using the time to build his facade back up. Tim watches with amusement as his Sub disappears behind playboy Tony DiNozzo.
"Thanks, Probie. Ziva! Stop hogging the goodies." Tony manfully endures Ziva's death glare.
Tim waggles a coffee in front of her, taking her attention away from Tony.
She eyes the cup suspiciously. "The good stuff?"
"Of course."
Ziva snatches the cup and tests his proclamation by taking a drink. She sighs and relaxes.
Tim takes the bag and passes it to Tony, letting him take one. He has to hold back a snicker at the deliberate manner Tony moves to ensure their fingers don't touch. Tim leaves Gibbs's coffee on his desk with a croissant. He's sure the boss will pop out of wherever he's hiding, sooner or later. Gibbs likes to keep them on their toes.
Finishing her croissant, Ziva leans back in her chair and lets out a satisfied sigh. Her eyes flick to Tim's. "Tony was just bragging about his newest conquest this weekend."
Fighting the laugh bubbling up, Tim wonders what exactly he's been saying. "Believability?"
Ziva shares an amused look with Tim. "I give it a four, maybe a four point five."
"Hey!" Tony interjects. "I am outraged. I don't have to embellish my personal life. I get plenty of action."
"Of course you do, Tony," Ziva says condescendingly.
"When's the last time you or McGeek over there went on a date? You're just jealous."
Ziva arches a brow.
"If she isn't fake, let's hear some details. What does she look like?" Tim challenges. He wonders if Tony will make a description up. Tony remains silent.
Ziva jumps in. "She's tall with green eyes and blondish-brown hair."
Tim sneaks a peek of Tony in his peripheral vision, his Sub's description of his weekend hottie sounds suspiciously like him. Tim is rather pleased about that. The gender is a lie but Tony was picturing him.
She looks to the side, trying to remember his exact words. "Built, I believe is how he described her."
Tim almost bursts out laughing at the built comment. What Ziva believes it means versus what Tim knows Tony means are worlds away.
Ziva notices Tony's unusual silence and she sends him a confused look.
Tony gathers his confidence, shooting Ziva a charming grin. "I don't want to make Elf Lord turn green with jealousy."
Tim wonders what exactly Tony told Ziva about him. Before he can find out, Gibbs shows up, sending them all scrambling to get to work. Tim is the only one that notices Tony's slight wince as he straightens at the sight of Gibbs.
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Every time Tony moves, he feels an ache in his ass. He has to keep a constant vigilance to prevent his colleagues' keen eyes from noticing. Tony hurries to do Gibbs's bidding, suppressing a wince with all his might. Fucking Tim. "Move your ass, Probie. Boss wants this done ASAP." Ordering Tim around give him sweet satisfaction.
Tim follows his orders with a simple roll of his eyes.
Considering how dominant he was with him over the weekend, Tony expected Tim to buck his orders. The lack of reaction infuriates Tony. He craves seeing the resentful fire in Tim's eyes, not indulgence and even amusement. Tony wants to jump up and down in a tantrum. He wants to scream it isn't fair. The more frustrated he gets, the harsher he is with Tim.
"Gun qualifiers are coming up."
Tim pauses from typing and looks up. "And?"
Tony shrugs. "Just concerned you're going to fail, McStormTrooper," he pauses and grins maliciously, "again." Satisfaction spreads through his chest at the fire flaring up in Tim's eyes at the insult.
Gibbs head slaps him as he passes by to go to the director's office. "DiNozzo! Back to work."
Properly scolded, Tony refocuses on his work.
Gibbs calls over his shoulder, "And check if Abby's got anything from our vic's computer."
Once Gibbs disappears from sight, Tony rubs his hands together gleefully. "You heard him, McSlave. Check with Abby."
Ziva watches the staredown between the two men with interest. After a heavy beat, Tim rises and heads for the elevator with Tony watching him go. "What's up with you two, today?"
Tony carefully turns back to his computer, trying to minimize the aching pain in his ass that flares when he moves. Try as he might, Tony cannot stop flashing back to how he felt every single time Tim fucked him. How good it felt to be under Tim, to have Tim inside him. To be owned. To be loved. Frustrated, Tony tears himself away from his thoughts. "Nothing."
Ziva's eyebrow quirks at the petulant tone. "It doesn't appear to be nothing. You are acting like Tim is a green newbie you want to crush under your boot."
Tony tightens his lips. Everything that comes to mind will only make Ziva want to dig deeper.
"I thought you were friends."
"We are."
"Sure doesn't seem like it."
Tony clenches his teeth against the desire to bark at Ziva for questioning his treatment of Tim. Tony feels her curious gaze on him when he doesn't answer but he ignores her and focuses on his computer.
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Tim uses the elevator ride to Abby's lab to refocus. He isn't surprised by Tony's behavior. His Sub never takes the easy road. At home, when they are alone, Tony doesn't feel the need to fight his instincts. At work, he is overcompensating. For the most part, Tim is able to take Tony's overbearing control with amusement but sometimes, his Submissive's excessive attempts to reassert control irk his inner Dominant. The only thing keeping Tim from cornering his little Sub is his self-control. His Dom side stays locked up at work. Tim has worked hard to separate Dom Tim from Agent McGee; he won't permit his Sub to undermine his hard earned control.
As the elevator stops, Tim smirks, taking almost sadistic comfort in the knowledge that as soon as work is done, he will be in charge again. You better enjoy it while it lasts, Pet. Because soon enough you will be my little Submissive once more.
Feeling more in control, Tim steps out to see his friend.
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Watching Abby's face light up at the sight of him, Tim realizes she's noticed something. What exactly, he isn't certain. She bounds over and launches herself at him, hugging him enthusiastically. He's confused but hugs back. She pulls back, dancing happily in front of him to Tim's bemusement.
"Congratulations, Timmy!"
"Did I win something that I'm not aware of?" Tim shoots her a funny look. "How many Caf-Pows have you had this morning?"
Abby hits Tim's arm playfully. "Did you think I wouldn't notice? Silly Timmy!"
"Notice what, Abby?"
"Somebody got laid this weekend," Abby says with a cheshire grin.
Tim chuckles. "You don't have to act like that's a miracle."
"You know I didn't mean it like that."
"I know."
"Details," Abby says with a gimme gesture. "Girl or guy?"
"Man."
"How long have you been dating? You look too happy for it to be a one night stand."
"We got together this weekend."
Abby smirks. "Jumped right into the sack, naughty Timmy."
Tim smirks back. "It seems he thought my charms were irresistible."
"Judging from your smugness, it was good."
"Very good," Tim admits.
Abby leers at him. "He's a Sub, isn't he?"
She is the only coworker that knows he is a Dominant. Since she was the one to help him realize his true desires, it'd be hard for her to not know. Before Abby, he was a pushover with his girlfriends. He wasn't much better with his boyfriends either. Watching his father crush his mother under his heavy-handed control while growing up changed something in him. He spent his life ensuring he wouldn't be anything like his father but in his stubbornness, he denied his own needs and desires. He allowed his significant others to run right over him. In his haste to avoid being his father, he became his mother.
Since he accepted he's a Dom, sex is less satisfying when he has to suppress his instincts. He can still enjoy regular sex, just not as much as when he has a Sub underneath him. "I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to. I can tell, Timmy. You look entirely too satisfied for him not to be a Sub."
Tim concedes she's right. No Sub he's ever had underneath him can compare to Tony. His Tony is special, it's why he waited for him to be ready to be his. How can he not be smug about claiming the man he's waited years for? Spending the weekend fucking Tony sore was heavenly. Tim smirks, remembering how Tony has been trying to hide his winces. Oh, yes. Tony can't forget we fucked like animals all weekend. Not with that constant ache in his ass, reminding him of my cock. More importantly, constantly reminding him he is mine.
"You like him. He's not some Sub fling," Abby guesses.
Tim eyes her doubtfully.
Abby rolls her eyes. "If you think I can't see it, you're crazy. You know I see you better than anyone else around here, Gibbs included. Neither of us can forget that I saw you better than you saw yourself."
Realizing she is right about everything, Tim admits, "I do. He needs me as much as I need him."
Abby beams with pure joy. "You've found a Sub. I'm so happy for you." Too happy to resist, she hugs him again.
Tim makes a noncommittal sound. How she is able to read him so well, he doesn't know. Abby seems to sense his thoughts and feelings in a way he can't explain. Tim can tell she knows he's in a committed relationship with his new Sub.
"Don't you dare deny it."
"I'm not denying anything. You made sure of that," Tim admits. Without her, he might still foolishly be trying to suppress a huge part of himself. She made him realize the difference between being a bully like his father and a Dom.
Looking satisfied, Abby confirms, "I sure did."
Seeing the recognition in her eyes, he knows she, too, is remembering the confrontation they had while they were dating. He remembers it vividly because it changed his life. Abby sensed he was being disingenuous in their relationship, not only to her but to himself. She confronted him about it, calling him a fraud. He can still hear her.
"Why are you lying to me and to yourself about who you are and what you want?"
"I don't know what you are talking about, Abby. I'm not a liar."
"No, you're a fraud. This," Abby indicates him, "isn't who you are."
"And you know who I am?" Tim shoots back between clenched teeth.
"I suspect."
"Since you seem to know everything, tell me."
Abby's face softens in concern. "You're not this pushover, Tim. You're not this guy that lets people, his lover, walk all over him."
"Like you walk all over me?" Tim accuses.
Abby looks regretful. "Yes." She reaches out for him but he jerks back, too angry to accept her touch. "Can't you feel how wrong it is? You're denying who you are. You aren't happy like this, Tim. I don't know if you can ever be happy unless you admit the truth."
"The truth? You don't even know me. Why are you even doing this? Why are you toying with me? Do you enjoy it? You wouldn't be the first," Tim says bitterly.
Abby grits her teeth at the accusation.
"Don't pretend you care about me. I know what I am to you. A toy to be used and thrown away."
"I do care about you! If you were just a plaything, I wouldn't be trying to make you realize you are denying who you are and ignoring your true desires." Abby growls in frustration. "You have pushed that part of yourself so deep you don't even realize it exists. You are spending so much time trying not to turn into your bastard of a father that you've become your mother."
Both go still at the accusation.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"
Something that's been locked away deep inside him breaks free. Instead of white-hot rage, Tim's rage is cold and dangerous. "You go too far, Abigail."
Abby swallows, her eyes go wide.
Tim advances, Abby scrambling back until she hits a wall. He leans over her threateningly, warning her in a firm tone, "Never say that again."
She squeezes her legs together. "Holy cow, that's hot."
Tim blinks, his rage melting away at the unexpected comment. "What?"
Abby licks her lips. "That right there is who you are, who you have been hiding."
Surprised by what he's seeing, Tim asks, "Are you...aroused?"
A little breathless, Abby nods. "Your true self is hot, Tim. Very hot."
"My true self?"
"You're a Dominant."
Tim's eyes widen, shocked by the declaration.
Petting his chest, Abby says, "You want your lovers to submit to you, put their trust in you."
A spark of recognition and arousal bursts inside him.
"Don't you?" Abby's eyes are dilated with lust. "You want me to submit to you."
He is startled to realize he does want that. "You want that?"
"Yes. I'll help you become the Dominant you are meant to be. Not the bully your father was but a true Dominant."
"Good." Tim smirks, a gleam of dominance in his eyes. "But first, I'm going to tear off your panties and fuck you right here against this wall. Objections?"
From that moment on, Tim had the freedom to become the Dom he was meant to be. With Abby's support, he became comfortable in his skin for the first time in his life. In time, they realized they weren't mean to be. Their needs weren't the same. Tim's true desire was a Sub he could take care of. Abby, however, wasn't a full-time Sub. She had been willing to submit during sex but outside the bedroom, she couldn't. She was defiant and stubbornly independent. It quickly became clear she wanted to play D/S at times but she didn't want to live it. Tim was the opposite.
He wasn't surprised when she broke things off. It was the right thing for them both, even if he was reluctant to admit it at the time. She'll always have a special place in his heart for helping him realize who he is. Abby is a friend he can count on.
"I'll always be thankful for what you did, Abby." Her wake up call was something he had desperately needed. Without it, he might still be living in denial and completely and utterly miserable. Finding happiness only became possible when he finally embraced who he is and now that he has Tony, the Sub he's craved, he is truly happy.
Abby lays her head on his shoulder. "I know."
Tim rests his on top of hers, cherishing their quiet moment. It's interrupted and perfect but Tim knows it won't last. He sighs and pulls aways with regret. "I've already been down here too long. Boss is going to send someone down soon."
Abby pouts. "I wanted to hear about your Sub! At least tell me his name."
"I call him Pet," Tim says with a smile. He won't reveal Tony's identity without his permission and Tony's nickname won't give Abby any clues. "Now, what have you found out?"
She whines, "Timm-mee! You can't leave it at that."
Tim winks. "Sure, I can." He redirects her, "The case, Abbs?"
"You won't tell me any more?"
"We'll go out for drinks after work, okay?" She bounces once more, making Tim laugh.
"I'm holding you to that," Abby says, a sinfully scheming expression on her face.
Tim resigns himself to being badgered by her many questions tonight.
Abby refocuses on work and lays out what she's found.
Tim kisses her cheek. "Thanks, Abbs." She's come through again and gotten the final piece of evidence they need to nail the killer. Information in hand, he rushes back to the bullpen.
Tim's in too good a mood to let Gibbs yelling, "What took you so long?" and the expected head slap to bring him down.
He is too busy in the next few hours to think of his and Tony's new personal relationship. Even Tony seems too absorbed in the case to freak out or challenge Tim's dominance. Tony must still be feeling the ache but even Tim can't tell as he moves around.
Sitting at his desk, Tim lets a feeling of satisfaction flood his body at catching another killer dead to rights. The man won't be getting out any time in the near future. Working on paperwork, Tim realizes Tony doesn't know about him going out for drinks with Abby after they're finished.
Taking out his phone, Tim texts Tony. I won't be going home after work. Abby wants to meet for drinks after work.
Am I invited to ladies' night? With a quick check to make sure no one is watching, he flashes Tim a quick smirk.
Abby knows I got laid this weekend. She wants details.
U TOLD HER?! Tony's head snaps up, his eyes blazing.
Sedately, Tim types. Calm down, Tony. Unless you want everyone to know something is up, I'd suggest you wipe that shocked look off your face.
Tony pulls himself together and looks down at his phone. Did u?
Would I do that?
Idk. Would u?
Tim hides his smile; he can nearly hear Tony's petulant tone even in the text. Not without your permission. Tim is too good a Dom not to realize that Tony needs time. He is willing to give him the time he needs. From the corner of his eye, he watches Tony type something out, then delete it, and type something else.
Thank you.
Tim wonders what Tony was going to say the first time. We'll talk about it later. Go home, I'll come over when I'm done.
TM*TD*TM*TD
Linked arm in arm, Tim and Abby walk into the bar. She gives him barely enough time to sit down and order a drink before she pounces on him.
"Tell me everything."
Tim raises a brow at the intensity radiating from her.
"Gimme details, Timmy. I want to hear 'em."
Tim answers, "I can't give you the details you want, Abbs. General, non-specific information, yes, but not specifics. They are a hard line."
Confused, she asks, "What? Why?"
"He's new to the Dom/Sub world," Tim explains. "He isn't ready for his identity to be known and I won't reveal it until he gives permission."
"New? Or new new?" Abby says, twitching her eyebrows with emphasis.
"Completely new."
"You've landed a Sub virgin?"
Thinking of Tony in terms of a virgin is strange, considering his unashamed sluttiness, but he supposes she's right. He's not a virgin anymore. And now he's only a slut for me. "Yes."
"You're sure about this, Tim?"
Smiling softly at the concern in her voice, Tim promises, "I'm sure. Like me, he was suppressing who he was. But this weekend, I showed him who he truly is. He's a natural, Abbs. My Pet submits to me beautifully. I know he's meant to be mine and I will fight to keep him." The worry in Abby's eyes doesn't diminish. "I know what I'm doing. It might take him a while to completely accept his submissive nature but I'm willing to be patient with him."
"You are really serious about him."
"I am."
Abby smiles. "I'm happy for you, Timmy. I really am."
"Thank you, Abby. That means a lot to me."
"Where'd you meet him? The club?"
Tim shakes his head.
"A regular club?"
He definitely could have picked Tony up at a club, considering the time Tony spends in them. Good thing it didn't come to that. "No. This guy, I've known him for a while, we were just friends until this weekend. A kiss changed everything."
"Made your move, Tim?" Abby says slyly. She slaps his arm. "Why didn't you tell me you had your eye on someone?"
Tim shrugs. "I didn't know if anything would ever come out of it." He hoped but he hadn't been sure Tony would ever be ready. Tim never imagined things would change because of a joke, although knowing Tony as he does, he should have.
"You care about him."
Smiling easily, Tim admits, "I really do." He knows his love for Tony is evident and makes no attempt to hide it or the joy he has at finding and claiming him as his own. "He's the one I've been waiting for."
"Oh, Timmy!" Abby launches herself at him, hugging him tightly.
Tim hugs her back, happy he can share this with her. Without her, he doesn't know if he and Tony would have ever come together. He owes her.
Pulling back, Abby asks, "Does this mean you'll stop hiding your dominant nature at work?"
"No," Tim says with a tinge of regret. "When Pet is comfortable with our relationship, I'll loosen the reins at work. Until then, I need to keep my private life private. There'd be too many questions I can't answer if I started revealing my dominant side. Pet needs time and I will give him all the time he needs."
"He's a lucky Sub to have a Dom like you, Timmy. I hope he knows that."
"I'm sure you'll make sure he knows that once he's ready to meet you."
"You better believe it!" Abby bounces in her seat. "I can't wait to meet him!"
Tim laughs at her enthusiasm. It will be interesting to see her reaction when she learns that Pet is Tony.
"When are you going to see him again?"
"He's waiting for me at his house."
"He is! Then don't let me keep you." Abby starts shoving Tim out of the booth. "Go! Enjoy your Sub!"
Tim doesn't resist. Tony waits for him and all Tim wants is to remind Tony who and what they are together.