Why had he never noticed McGee's green eyes before? Wide, and centered right on his own, Tony felt a slight shiver run down his spine, as well as the stirring in his trousers that seemed to come on so suddenly. Never... Never had Tony felt such an urge to take the younger male into his arms, rip away his clothing, and just bury himself in what he assumed had to be skin as soft as a woman's. With his breathing hitched, and his eyes deadlocked on Tim's own, his arm slowly rose, his fingers waiting to feel the soft cotton of his shirt, knowing it would really only take one, good tug to tear it away from his lithe little torso, revealing only half of what Tony /really/ wanted to see right now...
"T-Tony..?" McGee stuttered, taking a small step back, his eyes widening even more like a deer stuck in the headlights, his own chest starting to heave and fall, though that one motion was what seemed to startle Tony out of whatever trance the drug had started to send him into. With a heaving, broken breath, Tony forced his arm down, even as his legs shifted in a jerky fashion toward the bed, where both of his hands came out to settle on the edge of the bed, his form half bent to achieve this. His hands clenched in the covers, and it was through equally clenched teeth that he ground out, "Stay away from me."
He couldn't. He wanted to. He needed Tim right now; for comfort, for pleasure, for /anything/ to ease this sudden burning inside that seemed to start right at his groin and worked its way up, clouding his mind to the point where it was hard to keep his grip on the covers, but he just couldn't do that. Not with Tim. Hell, he wasn't gay! He'd always been attracted to women, and damn it, it was just that fucking drug that the bitch in the glass window injected him with that was making him feel this way. As long as he reminded himself that it was just a drug... that it wasn't /him/, he could get through this.
His throbbing groin begged to differ.
-Break-
Tim shivered for the fifth time; not out of complete fear ( That's not to say he wasn't afraid ) but from those tiny chills you get when you really have to take a piss. After Tony had been injected, Tim's mouth had gone insanely dry with the looks that Tony kept giving him, and as a result, he'd turned to the fridge that they'd been given, finding several bottles of water waiting for them, as well as food supplies. He'd skipped out on food in lue of the water, and had downed two full bottles before he'd even given a thought to it. He was seriously regretting that decision now, as he leaned against the back wall, trying to keep his eyes away from Tony; and the toilet that remained open to the entire room.
He didn't want to say anything; he was afraid of breaking Tony's self-control, because while a part of him wanted Tony to just turn around and start ravaging his body, - Damn it, get ahold of yourself - it was just the drugs making him want to do so. But the need was starting to become a little overwhelming, and unless he wanted to simply take a piss in his trousers, he'd have to move to the toilet in the next few minutes. With another shiver, knowing he was tempting fate, Tim sent a glance toward Tony again as he very slowly shifted off of the wall, keeping his eyes on Tony the entire time, watching him as he continued to lean toward the bed, his hands fisted in the covers, the muscles in his shoulders tensing and spasming slightly. Tony's breathing was starting to get pretty bad, and Tim couldn't help but feel like somehow, it was his fault that his partner was in pain.
Maybe if he had somehow been able to clear his name and stay out of prison, this wouldn't have happened, he thought, seconds before he realized he was now standing in front of the toilet, another cold shiver ran through his body. His eyes settled on the clear water inside the bowl as he took a small breath. Closing his eyes, Tim shifted his hands around to the front of his trousers, opening the zipper, pulling himself out and positioning himself just enough to -
"Here, let me help."
Tim gasped loudly, and if Tony's arm hadn't come around his midsection the same time his opposite hand came to fall on Tim's hand, then Tim would have jumped quite possibly right out of the room. But he didn't have the chance to, and he didn't even have barely enough room to move now, because Tony's arm continued to pull him backwards, pressing his form intimately to the heated body behind him, and with widened eyes, Tim also realized how being pressed up against Tony put his ass in perfect alignment with...
With a gulp and another shiver that had nothing to do with his earlier dilemma, Tim felt himself taking a shaky breath that turned into a gasp at the end, the second Tony's hand shifted, his fingers unlacing Tim's from his embarrassingly hardening cock, only to grip it himself. Tim found his body reacting on a will of its own, his hips thrusting hesitatingly forward into Tony's hand as his head was tossed back to rest on Tony's shoulder. A soft, whimpering mewl came out of Tim's parted lips, bringing his mind back to him with the sound, so it came as a surprise and a shock when Tony's hand slipped from his hardened member to the buttons on his trousers.
With a sharp intake of breath and gritted teeth, Tim forced himself to try and pull away from Tony, but was surprised at just how strong the arm around his waist was. His struggling did nothing to hinder Tony, even as Tim's arms began flailing a little, his hands balled into fists with the way he was trying to hold himself back from just throwing himself at Tony and whatever the drug had made him become. But he just couldn't do that to his friend; he had to stay strong.
"T-Tony… You don't want this. This isn't yo-"
"Shut up." Tony growled out against Tim's ear, causing the smaller man to shudder in his grip.
Tim was at a loss; on one hand, he knew exactly what was going on. Tony had been drugged and - oh god, now his trousers were undone… On the other hand, especially as he felt the fabric of his jeans falling past his hips to pool at his feet, as Tony's hand once more slipped over his exposed hardness, the delicious sensations of flesh on flesh and the feel of the man's callouses… Tim found it hard not to just lose himself to the burning need starting in his body. He had to, but…
The second Tony's hips thrust forward into his own, Tim lost what little control of his body he'd been able to retain and thrust his hips back, a quiet moan escaping his lips and causing Tony to growl again, his hands becoming quickly more forceful as they settled around his hips. Tim was surprised the moment Tony yanked him away from where he stood in front of the toilet, unable to fight as he was dragged over toward the bed. Even with the knowledge that it was only the drugs making Tony act as such, Tim's body was helpless to resist the sensations and anticipation that flowed throughout his veins like liquid fire, igniting him in ways he'd never thought possible.
Tony all but threw Tim down onto the bed, where he bounced and lay half on and half off, his eyes seductively wide and soft whimpering mews coming from his parted lips. Tony couldn't take it anymore; it was too much for him. With another, deeper growl ripping its way from his throat, Tony yanked off the remaining layer of clothing stopping him from getting what he wanted, only gaining more gasps and delicious moans while doing so, firing him up further impossibly until he felt like he was going to burst right then and there. But he never stopped.
With quick, hurried motions from the man above him, Tim felt his underwear leave him, and his legs raised by two strong hands placed at the back of his knees. He bit down hard on his lip as his hands fisted into the covers of the bed, both in anticipation and need of what was seconds later in coming. There was pain, yes, but most of it was overridden by the sudden, blinding pleasure as Tony thrust forwards – inwards – filling Tim completely with one fatal stroke. Tim's head pushed back against this bed, his eyes closed tightly against the sensations wracking his body and filling up his senses as Tony began a quick, hard rhythm.
It wasn't entirely like Tim had always imagined it would be; there were no loving caresses, no whispered words of caring or passion. Just pure need. But in the end, Tim didn't mind; the best way to explain it was like getting raped by your loved one. Unexpected and surprising and delicious. In mere seconds, the tension that had been growing between them since Tony's injection had exploded, partly because as Tony shifted to the side before thrusting back into the writhing form beneath him again, the head of his arousal prodded perfectly Tim's prostate, sending waves of pure, unrestricted pleasure toppling over his entire body.
It seemed like they weren't two bodies struggling for their own pleasure anymore, rather, one body moving rapidly toward its final ecstasy.
-Break-
The woman sitting in the shadows, behind the safety of her glass chuckled to herself, the moans and pants of the two participants in her game filling the room in which she sat. But it was too simple, she thought to herself. Perhaps her recipe needed to be less concentrated, so that there would be more internal turmoil, more intense suspense, more desire. Or perhaps, she thought with a smirk, she could increase the concentration and inject Tim instead. That would be quite a show, to watch him throw himself at Tony like a whore. Yes, that sounded wonderful; she chuckled quietly, but of course, because the button for her speakers wasn't pressed, the two couldn't hear her, even as the moans and screams of ecstasy became louder, filling her ears.
She watched the two collapse, Tim's legs falling around Tony's exhausted form. She found it mildly amusing however, when several minutes later, Tim slowly pushed his way out from Tony's limp and lax body, moving quickly and shakily over to the toilet.
Yes, this was indeed going to be quite the game.
A/N: Alright. I've /FINALLY/ gotten a new chapter up. This one took weeks to write, so I don't know how good it's really going to be, since I kept having to stop and start. Anyway. Review.