Tim traces the words of possession he'd written over Tony's body. If only it was so easy to claim Tony's heart. One day. One day, he'll truly be mine. Tony will continue to test his resolve, poking and prodding for weaknesses. Anthony fucking DiNozzo Senior is such a bastard. Watching Tony sleep, Tim gently thumbs his cheek. He looks soft and trusting but the moment his eyes open, Tony is waiting for the knife to stab him in the back. Because no one would ever love Tony DiNozzo just for him. No one except me.
Kissing Tony's cheek, Tim walks naked to the bathroom. He scrubs his face with his hands in frustration. He hasn't chosen an easy road by choosing Tony. His father fucked him up, hardcore. Walking through a minefield would be easier than overcoming Tony's trust issues.
Tim stares at himself in the mirror. Not like my father is great either. He'll probably disown me when he finds out about Tony. The weight of his father's disappointment when Tim couldn't follow him into the Navy because of his seasickness had almost severed their relationship completely. They never have fully recovered. John McGee had an image in his mind of who his son would be and Tim wasn't it. He never would be. Because of that, his dad never tried to understand him. To him, Tim's just a nerd, someone to be ashamed of, instead of proud. Brains don't matter when linked with technology John doesn't understand. Without following in his footsteps, Tim isn't the son John wanted. Over the years, he's stopped trying to be. John doesn't know who Tim is and Tim hasn't bothered explaining it to him. It hasn't mattered. No one has mattered enough to speak up but Tony is different. Coming out to his father will seal their fate. John McGee supported Don't Ask, Don't Tell. To his dad, any man that's not straight isn't a man.
Tim shakes off thoughts of his dad and steps into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the feelings of being not enough his dad always brings up.
Needing to get his head on straight, Tim grabs his phone. Hopefully, he's not busy on a case.
"Morgan."
"Derek."
"Tim, long time, no talk. How are you?"
Tim feels the stress leave his shoulders, practically hearing the smile in his Dom friend's voice. "Good, I'm good. How are you? How's Spencer doing?"
"He's good. I'm still working on getting him to stop being reckless with his safety but my boy's always going to be a trouble magnet."
He met Derek at a law enforcement conference over a year ago. Smooth, charming, handsome. Derek reminded him of the stereotypical quarterback of the football team from high school. The type of jock that bullied Tim during his youth. Tim didn't imagine they'd find common ground beyond their law enforcement background. It started with an off comment about Star Trek, which got Derek talking about Spencer.
"What about your boy? You claim him yet or are you still pining?"
"That's actually what I'm calling about. Tony's having trouble trusting me; he keeps trying to sabotage our relationship."
"You knew this would happen. We've talked about this. He self-sabotages; it's what he does. What Tony didn't have before was you and you won't give up on him. No matter what shit he pulls. That's the difference between you and his dad, between you and every single person who has let him down before. You are his Dom and you love him. That's what matters."
Tim lets out a deep sigh. "Yeah."
"It's never going to be easy. Boys with dads like ours never are. Trust has to be earned and our boys have learned people aren't trustworthy. We have to prove them wrong. I did it with Spencer, you can with Tony."
Derek's words fill Tim with confidence. Derek and Spencer's story is similar to his with Tony. Coworkers, a ladies' man with the nerd, daddy issues. Derek and Spencer are opposites in many ways but they work in a way Tim hopes he and Tony will someday. "Thanks, Derek." His support means a lot. Noticing the time, Tim says, "I have to let you go, I have to wake Tony up. Thanks for talking to me, it's helped a lot."
"Any time. Not many people can understand relationships like ours, we have to be there for each other."
Understatement of the year. "Give my best to Spencer."
"I will. Good luck with Tony. Once you're settled, we'll have to get together."
Tim smiles. "Yeah, that would be great." Tony's not ready yet but maybe sometime soon. He could benefit from seeing another couple like them.
Feeling better after talking to Derek, Tim prepares things for Tony's punishment.
"Wake up."
Tony jolts awake. "What the hell?"
It isn't the time for gentleness and cuddles. "Stand up. You ran from me and I have decided on your punishment. I'm going to measure you for a cock cage and you have to remain flaccid for the measurements to be accurate."
"You can't be serious."
Tim kneels in front of Tony, manhandling him into position. "I am very serious." As he measures Tony with a clinical touch, he explains, "Once I have your measurements, I will get you a cock cage to fit snugly over your cock. You will not take it off without my permission. You will not come without my permission. If I want to fuck you with it on, I will. It was your choice to run, Pet. It will be my choice whether you come in the future."
"What? Come on, that's not fair. It's my dick, I should be able to come if I want to."
"That's where you're wrong," Tim says calmly as he continues his measurements. "This is my cock and by the end of this, you'll realize that. You won't come until I want. Because you're mine. Not anyone's. Not even yours." Finishing up, Tim stands and meets Tony's eyes. Emotions are swirling in his eyes: disbelief, anxiety, anger, defiance, fear. "You ran from me, Tony. You ran into the arms of another woman and tried to forget you belong to me. You didn't trust me." Tony ducks his head down in shame but Tim forces his eyes up. "By the end of this punishment, you won't be able to forget that you belong to me."
TM*TD*TM*TD
Tony's not sure how long he can walk the tightrope of anxiety. Since his…mishap, he's been on edge waiting for Tim to come home with the cock cage. Days ago, Tim had woken him up to announce his punishment was to wear a cock cage. His protests were ignored and Tim measured him to ensure the cage fit perfectly. Tony knows it's coming.
Fucking up relationships is what he does but Tim refuses to let him go. Wipe the slate clean. Tony doesn't know how to deal with someone that's willing to do that with his fuck-ups. Part of him wants to be Tim's good boy and prove that Tim is right to believe in him. The ugly part of him wants to push and push until Tim breaks because everyone always gives up on him. Why would Tim be any different?
"Tony. Tony!"
"Huh?" Tony barely resists squirming at Ziva's piercing gaze on him. It feels like she can see into his soul and see all his secrets. And I have a lot of secrets. Tony glances at Tim and the mere meeting of eyes makes heat and strength surge through his body. "What's up?"
"What's going on with you? You've been acting odd lately."
Don't look at Tim. Don't look at Tim. "Nothing's going on. Just been going out too much." Lies. From her expression, she doesn't believe him.
Before Ziva can confront him, Gibbs headslaps Tony. "Get back to work."
"Thanks, boss." Tony keeps his head down and tries to avoid notice the rest of the day. It's getting harder and harder to keep his personal life hidden. He's been Tony the ladies' man for most of his life; it hasn't made him happy but it's a façade he's been comfortable with. As much as he wants to pretend he's the same man, he's not. Tim has challenged every image he's held about himself and about Tim. Pretending everything is normal and the same isn't working. Tony has to get control of himself before Gibbs sniffs out something.
At the end of the day, Tony asks Ziva if she wants to spar. Getting his ass kicked might tire his mind and body out enough to keep him from overthinking things.
Tony empties his mind and tries to focus only on Ziva but he's off his game. Ziva destroys him more than usual.
Ziva looks down at him with concern after tossing him over her shoulder. "Something is wrong. Your head is in the sky."
Sprawled on the floor, Tony corrects, "Clouds, my head is in the clouds."
Ziva tilts her head. "Are not the clouds in the sky?"
Too tired to deal with Ziva's literal brain, Tony waves it off. "I'm fine."
"I do not think you are. Do you wish to speak about it?"
"Definitely not." What's he supposed to say? Where would he start? "I'm going to shower and go home." Tony walks away before Ziva can ask any more questions.
He finds himself driving over to Tim's apartment without even thinking. He can't remember the last time he's spent the night apart from Tim. It's ridiculous how fast things have gone between them and Tony has no idea what to do about it. Every time he tries to back away or fuck things up, Tim gives him that look that burns a hole in his soul, the one that makes Tony want to crawl to him on his knees and beg his forgiveness. Tim has a hold on him that doesn't make any sense. Tony lays his head on the steering wheel of his car, overwhelmed. His life before Tim was easier. Maybe he wasn't happy but it was easier to go from woman to woman without a chance of his heart being broken. None of his exes made him think. They never pierced his walls to uncover the true core of who he is underneath. Tim is unlike anyone before him; he won't let Tony hide. He makes Tony uncomfortable yet no one has ever made him feel more safe. It's confusing. Tony doesn't like it. He likes easy. "What the hell am I doing?" Tony looks at himself in the rearview mirror and hates seeing the emotion evident in his green eyes. "Who the hell is he turning me into?" Afraid of the answer, he turns on his car and peels out almost hitting another vehicle in his haste to flee.
Tony runs into his apartment and closes himself in, refusing to admit he's hiding inside.
TM*TD*TM*TD
Tim calls Tony when he doesn't show by suppertime. He isn't surprised by the no-show; his sub is having trouble accepting his new role, their relationship, and all the changes happening in his life. Tony doesn't deal well with change and he's cracking under the pressure. Tim's not foolish enough to believe Tony will come to him for comfort or support, not yet at least. Some day, I hope. The closest Tony has to a support system is Gibbs and Gibbs, while a good man, is not exactly the most demonstrative or vocal of men. He's more likely to work on his boat while someone speaks than actually talk or offer physical affection.
When Tony doesn't answer his call, Tim feels a flicker of annoyance. It won't be that easy, Pet. Driving over to Tony's apartment, he knocks on the door.
Nothing. No answer.
Tim knocks harder. "Tony, answer the door."
Silence.
"I'm not leaving."
More silence.
Tim keeps knocking loudly, drawing notice from the neighbors.
The locks click and Tony rips open the door open.
Furious and beautiful, it takes all his control to resist immediately ordering Tony to his knees and getting his gorgeous mouth on him. "Can I come in? Or do you want to do this in front of your neighbors?"
Tony spots the curious looks of his neighbors and ushers him inside.
"Hiding from me, Pet?"
"Fuck you."
Narrowing his eyes, Tim herds Tony toward the wall until he's trapped. Face to face, barely a breath of space between them. Leaning in, Tim promises, "You have to earn the right to fuck me." The growing bulge pressing into his thigh says all he needs to know about how Tony feels about his words. There's my horny boy. "Are you ever going to be that good for me?"
A shudder runs through Tony.
Tim cups his face. "I believe you can be that good for me."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Tim can see the fight drain out of Tony and his submission settle into place. "That's it, let go. I'll take care of you." He wraps Tony in a hug, offering the comfort and support his sub is too afraid to ask for. Tim leads him to the couch to snuggle. Silent, they cuddle close together, soaking in each other's heat.
"Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?" Tim waits, not pushing when Tony doesn't speak.
"Just got a lot on my mind."
"You can talk to me about anything. I won't judge you."
Tony scoffs. "Yeah, that's what they all say."
"I'm not everyone, Tony. I'm your Dom. The foundation of our relationship is trust, without trust we are nothing." When Tony mumbles something too softly to be understood, Tim asks him to repeat it.
"Wipe the slate clean."
"Your punishment? Is that what you're worried about?"
"Part of it, yeah."
"It won't be easy for you but I know you can do it and once you're finished, all is forgiven."
"Why a cock cage?"
Tim smirks. "A lot of reasons. First, it puts your pleasure in my hands alone. You won't come until I give you permission. Once I put it on, it won't come off until I take it off."
Tony sits up, shock written on his face. "Wait, at all?"
"At all."
"But-"
Amused, Tim asks, "What did you think, it was going to be when it was convenient? A couple of hours here and there. That doesn't take any sort of control or have any impact."
It's clear Tony hadn't thought about it.
"You're not going to be able to come unless I say so."
"But it's my dick! I should be able to cum if I want to!"
Tim leans in close, grabbing Tony's cock. "You're wrong. This is my dick; it belongs to me, just like you do. You are mine. Not anyone else's, not even yours. Once I cage you, maybe you'll realize that."
"So, what? This is all about owning me? Like I'm some kind of property? This is bullshit!" Tony surges to his feet.
Tim stands. "Stop."
Tony freezes mid-step.
"Sit."
Fury on his face, Tony is shaking as he sits.
"You can be a brat all you like, Tony. But do not belittle what is between us. Listen up. You being mine is not because I own you. You are not property like some Victorian housewife. That works for some people but that's not what we are. You are my treasure, my heart. I will take care of you with everything in me. You are mine but I am yours."
"Does that mean your dick belongs to me?"
Tim laughs. "Nice try." At least Tony's settled down some, the true test will be when the cock cage is locked on him.
TM*TD*TM*TD
The day has finally come. Tony stares at the cock cage with a mix of horror and dread. How do I get myself into these messes?
"Ready?"
Tony gulps, eyes darting between the cage and Tim. "Y-Yeah." Fresh from a shower, he squeezes his eyes shut as Tim lubes his cock in preparation. Blood roars in his ears as the clear plastic cock cage is locked into place around him. This feels like a massive step toward something Tony isn't sure he's ready for. Trust. True submission. He could brush off what they've done before if he really tried but this, this, is something different. Tony is offering more than sex. He's trusting Tim with control over his body and his career. If he gets caught with a cock cage on, he's fucked. It's scary as hell.
A touch on his arm pulls him out of his spiraling thoughts. "Huh?" The concerned look on Tim's face makes it clear he's been talking to him and he hasn't heard a word for some time.
Tim holds up a key in a jar of honey. "This is your key for the cock cage; it is only to be used in an emergency. Don't use it without my permission."
Tony takes the jar in confusion. "Why the hell is it in…" he smells it, "honey?"
"So you won't be tempted to use it to masturbate without my permission, thinking I won't know, because as we've discussed every orgasm belongs to me. Think of it as an extra deterrent."
Well, shit.
Tim smirks. "By the way, I would know. I know what you look like when you cum. Don't test me, " he warns in his Dom voice.
The danger in the warning forces a shiver to run through him.
"Now, how does it feel? Anything pinching or uncomfortable?"
Tony looks down at his encased cock; it feels weird, restrictive but not painful. "No, it's not painful."
"Good." Tim smiles. "You look so fucking hot." He strokes down Tony's bare sides.
Suppressing the need to blush, Tony feels a stirring in his cock. He's conscious of how naked he is in comparison to his fully clothed Dom.
"Shall we test the cage out, pet?" Tim questions, tracing Tony's bottom lip with his thumb before pressing forward.
Tony sucks the digit until Tim pulls it out. They stare at each other, eyes blown with lust. His cock struggles to harden fully but the cage prevents it.
"On your knees."
He falls down clumsily, the pain in his knees forgotten as he reaches for Tim's belt. Eager to uncover the straining bulge in his pants, he unclasps the belt and rips open his pants. Tony's mouth waters at the sight of the clothed bulge and buries his face in his crotch. He rubs his face against it, mouthing at his cock, soaking the material with spit. Tim groans and presses him closer. Satisfaction spurs him on and Tony tugs down the boxers to expose Tim's cock. He sucks on the tip, bobbing shallowly. The taste of Tim is like an addiction and he needs more. He feels Tim's fingers dig into his hair, leading him into a rhythm. Tony pulls off to lather his balls with attention before getting pulled back. Tim tugs on his hair and green meets green. Tim fucks his mouth slow, going deep until Tony chokes on his cock.
"Take me deep, pet." Tim forces himself deep in Tony's throat, stilling.
Tony gasps for air when Tim finally releases his grip. Again and again, he's forced to take Tim deep. Tears and drool cover his face as his face is fucked over and over.
Tim groans, then yanks Tony back. "Close your eyes."
A second after his eyes shut, warm cum hits him in the face. Tim grunts as the last spurt covers his chin.
"Fuck."
Tony kneels naked, face covered in cum, waiting for what's next. He hears Tim leave the room and come back but doesn't open his eye, afraid to get cum in his eyes. A second later, a warm cloth wipes his eyes, and then the rest of his face. Tony blinks, finding Tim staring down at him fondly. He takes the offered hand and gets off the floor.
"The cage works."
Tony glances down, he's not fully hard. "It passed the test. Reward time? Quick handjob?"
"Nice try. Coming on your face was your reward."
Well, fuck.
Surprise, I'm not dead. The last few years have been...rough. I've never stopped having ideas for my stories or new stories but writing really hasn't happened. Hopefully, things are improving. I wrote part of this today but I haven't posted in so long I don't want to wait. Maybe it sucks? I don't know. No beta anymore, let me know if you see anything.
