A/N: It's been a long, long time since I blew the dust off this story, but I was in the mood for some terrible angst and non-comfort in a few characters, so I decided to revisit this story and possibly take it in a new direction. (Instead of focusing on these two AND the Team, to just focus on these two and play things out as they will.) Tell me what you think by leaving remarks or comments below in the Review section, and support me and my writing! Thank you.

Tim was shaking for many reasons, one of which being he had just thrown up what little contents had remained in his stomach from previously. The other reason being he still couldn't face DiNozzo without feeling like he'd done something wrong. How many minutes - Hours? Days? - had it been since they'd come out of their haze, only to avoid each other like the plague? It hurt more than Tim cared to admit, seeing Tony's eyes glaring at him suspiciously, as if he were the one that created the drug he'd been injected with. But Tony hadn't talked to him in a while; instead, Tim sat about three feet away from the walls but still close enough to be considered 'in the corner' and watched as Tony fiddled with the bed, stripping the covers off, down to the sheets, and examining them closely.

For the longest time, Tim didn't speak, afraid of incuring Tony's wrath for another inconvenience, but when Tony stripped the bed of it's sheet and cover and began to knot them together, Tim couldn't help his curiosity.

"... Tony? What are you doing?"

The man didn't answer him for a few moments, tugging at the knot to secure it and thredding it under the bed to where there was equal distance on both sides, before begining to loop one side around the left bed post, tying it there as well as he answered finally.

"I won't be part of this game. You hear me?!" Tony suddenly shouted toward the glass structure, taking his eyes off his handiwork. "This is JUST FOR YOU!"

The last words came out as a feral growl, sending shivers and goosebumps thrumming through Tim's body, only hightened by the intense look Tony suddenly gave his way.

"If it happens again, tie me down, right here, right away. Don't wait, don't give me space. Nothing; just tie me down. I'll do the same for you, and we'll get through this."

It was hard to put into words, Tim's sudden feelings: the disappointment -at what, not being able to continue having sex with his long time crush?- giving way to a feeling of shame that colored his cheeks as he averted his eyes and nodded. There was nothing he could do; he wasn't going to force anything on Tony, and it was already clear just how against this he was. Nothing was going to change his mind, not even a proclamation of true love from him would change Tony's stance on the matter.

McGee started to get up since his legs were hurting, and he caught himself before he used the wall to help him. It had been an unspoken rule between them since the drug had worn off; do not touch the walls, and do not go near them. Now, Tony was taking further preventative measures even past that, and it only made Tim somewhat depressed. He'd lost his job, lost his life, and now, even though he was to live in a single room with the man he'd loved since the moment he'd met him, he was to lose even that. Tim grimaced as he silently berated his thoughts: how can you lose something you never had?

As Tim was getting up, he heard the voice that seemed to freeze his very muscles, though it only made Tony work faster, now tying the bed sheets to the other side of the bed post.

"Such troopers, to help me find new rules for my game."

So she was watching them, even now; listening to their every word. Tim's gaze flew back to Tony where he worked as he heard his partner ground out to him,

"Get away from the walls, McGee."

Swallowing his anxiety, Tim moved closer to the bed, standing awkwardly at the foot as Tony finished the knots, tugging fiercely to make sure they held before turning, not to look at Tim, but to look up toward the glass, as if he could peer directly past the tinted glass and see exactly who their captor was.

"What do you want this time? You got your show, now let us out."

They both heard a chuckle come through the speakers, one that sent a cold chill down McGee's spine, especially at the words that followed.

"Ah, so naive, Tony. The game has only just begun; surely you already knew this, or you wouldn't be trying to thwart me at any step you could think of. Alas, your preventative measures will go to waste."

Before Tim could even think of catching Tony's reaction out of the corner of his eye, he was almost thrown off balance when the ground underneath his right foot opened up, allowing his foot to sink down to the ankle before closing up again. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat even as a cold sweat trickled its way down the back of his neck. This couldn't be happening...

"Also, to let you know," The woman continued, "I've amped up the dosage, so feel free to let this show go on a little longer for my enjoyment, if not your own."

Tony shouted something at the woman, but Tim couldn't quite catch what was said; instead, he struggled with his foot even as he turned a pleading gaze upon the glass. He would deal with the repercussions with Tony later, but right now, he had to try whatever he could. Gasping in breath before he could lose his nerve, he yelled to her.

"Please, don't do this, not me! I beg of you, I'll do anything else you want, just please don't-"

In the middle of his sentence, Tim yelped as he felt the sting of a needle sliding through his sock into a vein on the top of his foot. Seconds later his head was swimming, his entire body vibrating as if every single cell was alive and moving. His foot was released, and he struggled for a bit trying to stay upright when he heard her voice again.

"Round two, boys."

Thoughts were fleeting, and hard to grasp, already. Somewhere in the back of Tim's mind, he knew something gravely horrible had happened, and that somehow he had to stop it. But that thought kept being overridden by the over sensitive flesh of his, and the heat that was consuming him, body and soul. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his brow and linger at his cheek, deliciously soft and smooth and wet and-

A dull pain rippled through his body as he was yanked forward roughly, only to stumble and be thrown against a plush fabric that he sank into, welcoming the feelings against his overheated, oversensitive skin. He moaned, unbidden and uncaring who was to see him as he felt his trousers becoming tight against his waist and member. But when he felt himself flipped over unceremoniously and his left wrist taken hold of and pulled upward, he lifted his eyes, only to gasp mutely at the face of the god hovering over him. Chiseled and hard, Tony's features looked as if he could burn fire itself and get away with it. His skin was flawless and his fingers so deliciously dexterous as they fastened... a sheet to Tim's wrist?

Slowly, Tim tried to fight through the haze, bringing some of his mind back. Of course, Tony was tying him up. Even as Tony quickly finished with Tim's left hand and moved around the bed to start on the right, Tim couldn't help the despair growing in his chest, knowing that worse had come to worse, and he would have no release. Still, there was a lot of pleasure to be had in just the act of having his hands tied by Tony; the simple brush of flesh on flesh here and there sent bone chilling shivers down Tim's spine, more of a fine sweat breaking out over his entire body.

His hips arched upward as he felt the last knot being tied, his breathing erratic as he switched between swallowing numbly and biting his tongue against speaking. Begging, more like. He couldn't do this to Tony, not when the man had already made it clear that advances were unwelcome between the two of them. Tim squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Tony move away with a few words of encouragement, that he could wait it out if he tried. But the only images dancing behind his eyes were of Tony on top of him, ravaging him with abandon, trailing hot kisses down every inch of his burning flesh and doing so of his own accord, not due to some mystery drug a kidnapper forced into him.

Tim whimpered, lightly struggling against the restraints that kept him from doing pretty much anything, as the pain in his groin became more pronounced. He was rock hard, straining against the zipper of his trousers and it was more agonizing than being painfully aroused with no way to quell the yearning.

Tony stepped back from the bed, eyes darting around the room, trying to figure out if all of the floor was booby-trapped, or if it was just some sections; but he found those tiny grooves all over the damn place, meaning the entire floor was unsafe. Going to the fridge was a risk; going to the toilet, the shower... anywhere. No where was safe from that damn drug. He growled out of frustration, and seconds later he heard a mewling moan from McGee, who was barely struggling against the sheets, though more like he was trying to re-situate himself rather than get out of the restraints. Still, the movement worried Tony. Tim's head thrashed back and forth between the pillows, and a lot of sweat had gathered on his brow. His chest was heaving like he had just run a marathon, and every now and again his hips would lift, straining into the air, only to flop back onto the bed and begin again.

It took only a few minutes for those soft groans and muted noises of arousal to turn into full fledged moans and whimpers. Tony felt bad for Tim, he really did; he was the first to receive the drug but not only had the woman upped the dosage, but Tim seemed to be reacting to it in a completely different way than DiNozzo had. While Tony had lost it, given into the primal need that the drug had filled him with, Tim was lying as still as he could on the bed (Which as the moments passed, became increasingly less and less time of stillness) and struggling to stay in control. It was admirable, but Tony took it to know that McGee knew they had to be strong to overcome this.

But McGee felt anything but strong, feeling the liquid fire pacing through his veins like Tony had paced the room before; quickly, sharply, and with a burning intensity that only served to drive Tim further toward his edge. With every second passing his breath hitched as he felt himself climbing higher, the intensity drumming through his body, lighting his cheeks on fire and sending sweat rolling down his body. He couldn't keep still anymore, his body thrashing around of its own accord, trying to find some way to ease his suffering. His arms tugged more forcefully at his restraints, but he only found the thought of being unable to help himself, being totally at DiNozzo's disposal...

McGee's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he arched his back; it was almost like little electric pulses were swarming his nerves all over his body, as he felt like somehow, without any stimulation, he was reaching his climax. That one last, rational part of his mind rejoiced, believing that he'd bested his captor's game and made it through the drug's effects without breaking. Oh god. There was bliss, and a spasm that began at Tim's toes that slowly worked its way up his legs as he let himself go, allowing a pleasure filled moan to escape his lips finally. But the moan hitched, caught and broke, developing into a louder moan before repeating the process as orgasm-like spasms started to rock through his body, but... he could still feel himself climbing higher, as if he hadn't orgasmed yet.

The thought terrified and yet excited McGee, his mind spinning in a world of thoughts, though the main two were what the drug was trying to do to him, and the fact that Tony was standing right there, watching and seeing everything. It was nerve wracking, it was hott, and it was damnably delicious hoping and dreaming the sight of Tim squirming would set aside DiNozzo's reservations and lead him to jump Tim and ravish him until neither could stand to orgasm again.

McGee didn't recognize the higher pitched whining moan that almost broke in his voice as he hit another wave of intense climax-like spasms, hoping that this one would be the last even as he still felt his arousal climbing. His trousers were way too tight, and painfully tugging at his foreskin now. The bed sheets felt like a cloth prison, and waiting on Tony to do something was unbearable and unthinkable.

"T-Tony, help... please, please, you have to listen to me, I can't... I can't do... This won't... isn't... Ooh, god."

Tim threw his head back, thinking somehow he heard a 'You can do this' from Tony. He was lucky he was even forming words right now, let alone- Tim's train of thought just kind of crashed there as another, even more intense wave of spasms overcame him, causing him to thrash against the bed, panting and heaving and sweating and needing and -

"God, Tony, help me!"

The scream tore its way through his vocal chords before he could clamp down on his tongue, but he couldn't retract the words; it was all he could do to keep from convulsing in on himself, his dick straining painfully against the zipper of his trousers as it sought a release that seemed as if it was never coming. McGee was almost close to tears when he felt a hand on his forehead - His Forehead of All Places! - and Tony's heated, whispered words at his ear:

"I'm sorry, Tim. Just stay strong, we'll get through this together."

His only hope shut down in the dark, it didn't take much for the electric current to have its way with Tim's body, his legs jerking and his body spasming, contorting and twisting as he tried to find some way, just some way to gain feeling in his lower quarters. But the way Tony had tied him up made that near impossible, so with his eyes screwed tightly shut and blood pounding in his ears, blocking the rest of the world out, Timothy lay in the bed, struggling against himself and his binds, as the blinding pleasure assaulted and controlled his body.