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ncisficathonTitle: Bloodlust
Author: Gaby
Written for:spoonyriffic
Prompt: Tony/Gibbs - Tony is hiding something from Gibbs, but even Gibbs can't weasel it out of him. Can be either serious or humorous, or a little of both: what exactly Tony is hiding is totally up to you. Either way, a happy ending would be much appreciated. Any rating, PG-13 - NC-17 preferred.
Author's Notes: I highly doubt this is even close to what Spoony had in mind, but the Muses made me write it. *g* Also, please note that I pretty much disregard any and all vampire lore and created my own. Why? Because I can! LOL! So, while I don't claim to be in any way creative or imaginative, I did come up with my very own vampire lore. Please keep that in mind if you're a hardcore vampire fan. You're perfectly entitled to look down your nose at me for screwing around with the common knowledge of all things vampire, but I'd prefer it if you kept your crit to yourself. You've been warned, after all. :-)
Thank you totaylorgibbs for the beta! Any remaining oopsies are mine and mine alone, and y'all can't have them!
Warnings: Beware! Here be vampires! That means there's blood in this fic. In addition, potentially disturbing imagery ahead: Some dead OCs, and very general mention of (off-screen) rape, murder and child abuse. Oh yeah, and Gibbs gets whumped.
Archive: I'll do it myself.
Genre: pre-slash
Pairings: Gibbs/Tony
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, never will be, gosh darn it!
Word Count: a little over 11,000
Summary: Gibbs always knew there was something special about the young detective he once hired. He just never imagined it would be Tony's more than unusual heritage.
(part 1 can be found here)
XxXxX
This time around, Tony swore to himself that he wouldn't kill anyone. He knew that he was growing addicted to the heady experience of doing the right thing (because, in Tony's mind, helping to get rid of society's scum when the court system failed was most definitely the right thing to do). He also had to admit that he was growing addicted to drinking human blood. It wasn't so much the blood drinking part; he just loved being able to stay up five nights in a row, full of energy and ready to take on the world, he loved how his brain was buzzing and making intuitive leaps that helped crack seemingly unsolvable cases. It was hard to do without any of this, but Tony knew that he was a good police officer--and now, actually, a detective--without the added help of his very special energy drink, so he really didn't need the blood.
And for a long time, he tried his best to bring perps to justice the old fashioned way. He didn't quite succeed though, not after seeing too many guilty delinquents walk, and so he finally went back to his way of solving problems. Still, Tony was extremely careful and picky when it came to choosing his victims, and he always tried his best to lure them into the woods or a deserted alley--anywhere that made it difficult to leave incriminating evidence. Tony much preferred the wind blowing away the pile of dust to vacuuming it after the killing, and nobody was going to dust a forest for fingerprints.
Still, he hadn't gone on an actual killing spree, and nobody had grown suspicious in the almost two years he had worked in Baltimore. There were just too many unsolved cases to deal with to suddenly worry about one or two missing perps.
And then, one fateful night, Tony was called to the gruesome crime scene of a raped, tortured, and then strangled female Navy officer.
Less than six hours later, Tony DiNozzo met one Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs for the first time, and his life changed dramatically.
It was Tony's first case as lead investigator, and he had promised himself to do a great job. He wanted to prove to his chief that he was made of the right stuff, and it looked like a pretty straight-forward murder case.
Then Gibbs showed up on his crime scene, with a slightly hounded looking guy in tow who introduced himself as "Chris Pacci, chaperone." At Tony's confused look, Pacci elaborated, "Gibbs is usually a one-man-team. Our director thought it best to send me along though, what with this being a joint investigation and all. Gibbs doesn't play well with others." Pacci pulled a face and shrugged helplessly, then gave a slightly apologetic grin.
Less than an hour later, Tony knew exactly what Pacci was talking about. Gibbs was a grade A bastard, and seemed to actually enjoy it. Worse still, Tony was completely off his game the second he met Gibbs, and he had no clue how to get back into the swing of things. He didn't know what was wrong, he couldn't even pinpoint what exactly threw him off. The most obvious--and strangest--part was that, the moment he met Gibbs, his fangs started...prickling. They itched to come out, and Tony had to concentrate really hard to keep them retracted. This had never happened to him before, not even during any of the wild bouts of sex he had enjoyed in the past.
The constant prickling sensation was driving him wild, but Tony finally managed to concentrate on the case. He was surprised by the vehemence with which Gibbs tore into the evidence, until he found out that their victim had two children who were now missing. So they were suddenly not just looking for a killer but also for two small kids that had disappeared into thin air.
Pacci gave up after the first 24 hours and cried uncle. He told Gibbs and Tony that he was going to grab a couple of hours of sleep and meet them again the next morning. Gibbs waved his friend off, drank another cup of strong coffee, and then went over the evidence again. Tony, thanks to having drunk some animal blood a couple of nights previously, was able to keep up with Gibbs' pace, however, which not only ensured that they finally broke the case after three days (and sleepless nights) but also ensured that Gibbs was beyond impressed by the young detective.
They found the missing children, who had been taken by their father, the victim's ex-husband and killer. Tony was thrilled to have solved his first case as lead investigator, and Gibbs was impressed enough by the young detective to offer him a job. Pacci only stared open-mouthed when he heard the proposal, since Gibbs had scared away any prospective new team members the director had sent his way. Not sure whether to feel sorry for Tony or not, Pacci finally decided that, if anyone, then Tony would be able to handle Gibbs on a daily basis.
Tony's chief was livid when he heard about Gibbs' offer. And he was beyond enraged when Tony informed him that he was going to take Gibbs up on his offer.
Tony was completely fascinated by Gibbs. The prickling in his fangs hadn't stopped for one minute, and he felt strangely attracted to the man. Granted, Tony didn't much care if his bed partners were male or female, and granted, Gibbs was sexy as hell, but there was something else, something special, something...elusive that Tony couldn't quite pinpoint when it came to Gibbs. All he knew was that he needed to be close to Gibbs, and the best way to ensure this was to work for the man.
So, after a few weeks at FLETC and some arm wrestling between Gibbs and NCIS' HR department, Tony started his new job as Special Agent DiNozzo.
XxXxX
Tony already knew Pacci, and he had met Ducky during their joint investigation. He had both of them wrapped around his little finger already. Gibbs, while appearing gruff and growly, was also more than happy to have Tony around.
Abby, on the other hand, was an entirely different matter.
When Gibbs took Tony down to Abby's lab to introduce them, Tony was thrilled to find a goth. He figured that she would be more open-minded than the average person, and he asked her curiously--and quite innocently--if she believed in vampires. Not that he was about to reveal who or what he really was, but he was interested in hearing her take on the subject.
Twenty minutes later, he slunk off, his ears ringing from a stern lecture about stereotypes and biases and prejudices. It took him the better part of three months to finally convince her that he was a nice guy and not the world's greatest asshole she apparently thought he was. It took another three or so months until she told him that she believed in the existence of vampires, ghosts, werewolves, and an assortment of other supernatural beings. Tony was relieved to have finally won her over as his friend, and didn't want to push his luck by questioning her collection of voodoo dolls.
Working for and with Gibbs was unlike anything Tony had ever experienced. It was mentally and physically exhausting, the hours were gruelling, and the man's constant griping and snarling was disheartening. Gibbs had a terrible bark, but his bite was even worse. The headslaps hurt and were embarrassing when delivered in front of an audience, and Gibbs had an uncanny talent to show him up when Tony goofed off.
Still, Tony wouldn't have it any other way.
It took him a good long while until he finally managed to ignore his prickling fangs or the constant need to be close to Gibbs, to touch him in some small way. The urge to protect the man was overwhelming at times, especially when they were in danger, but Tony explained this away with the fact that they were partners, and that it was his job to have Gibbs' six.
Tony kept a steady supply of animal blood close by because it was the only way to really keep up with Gibbs. This ensured, of course, that he didn't need any sleep for days, that he was more focused on any of their cases, that he could see tiny details that everyone else overlooked. His senses were always on full alert, and he managed to smell even the fainted residue of gun powder on suspects or saw tiny specks of blood at a crime scene. He often spent his sleepless nights at the office, claiming that he did his best work at night. Gibbs was impressed with the good job Tony was doing, even if he didn't openly show it or--god forbid--actually say it out loud.
The only downside to Tony's constant blood buzz was that he was brimming with energy. He usually had himself under control in the past, but being with Gibbs, being in such close proximity to the man who had already turned his world upside down in such strange and unexplainable ways, only caused Tony to sometimes lose control of himself. He goofed off and played the class clown, acting inappropriately at the most inopportune times. Normally, a headslap or a stern look from Gibbs was enough to rein him back in, and Tony hated himself for not being able to stop himself until it was too late and Gibbs had to actually step in. He tried his best to get himself under control, but try as he might, he just didn't manage to find a good balance between the much wanted slight blood buzz and the desire to act like a grown up professional.
Tony also missed drinking human blood. Animal blood just wasn't the same, it was like decaf compared to a strong cup of coffee. Tony much preferred the good buzz from human blood, but he had sworn to himself to never drink from another human being, and he still followed that rule. The only time he had consumed human blood was when he "took care" of perps, and he hadn't killed in a while, for the simple fact that the solve rate of Team Gibbs was astronomical, and they always made sure that their suspects really ended up serving jail time.
Granted, there were a handful of people Tony would have loved to kill "DiNozzo style": the crazy chick who had infected him with the plague (Tony idly wondered if the plague was one of the few "natural causes" that could actually kill a vampire), Ari, Pacci's murderer, even Abby's stalker if he had ever seriously hurt her. When Tony heard about Shannon and Kelly, he was mentally already packing his bags to head south of the border.
Gibbs seemed to sense that something was...well, not wrong, but most definitely off with Tony. The man's famous gut feeling clearly told him that Tony was hiding something, and even after several years of working together, Tony sometimes still felt Gibbs' blue eyes on him, as if the older man was trying to penetrate Tony's skull and read his mind. And Tony tried his best to avoid the piercing looks or the barely veiled questions about what was going on. They clearly played their own version of hide and seek, had been for years, and they both knew it. Sometimes, Gibbs had the upper hand, sometimes, Tony managed to out-smart the older man. But the suspicion was always there, and a quirked eyebrow or a knowing half-smile usually told Tony that Gibbs had just found out yet another little detail about the enigma called Tony that he couldn't quite understand but would file away to be examined at a later date.
And then, one day, all things went to hell.
They were chasing Randall Jenkins, a murder suspect. Jenkins had supposedly killed a couple of Marines; the evidence against him was airtight, and Jenkins had actually been arrogant enough to admit to the murders, convinced that he would never get caught.
But McGee had found him thanks to his usual high tech kung fu, and while he and Ziva were busy checking out the internet café Jenkins had last used to send taunting emails from, Gibbs and Tony went to check out an abandoned warehouse that Jenkins supposedly used as a hidey hole.
Tony had a bad feeling about the whole thing as soon as Gibbs ordered him to go around back while he wanted to sneak in through the front.
So, while Tony was slowly inching his way around the warehouse, he suddenly heard a single gunshot.
Tony's heightened senses were immediately assaulted by a multitude of information: the incredibly loud bang of the shot, immediately followed by the thud of a falling body and the shuffling of running feet; there was the sharp smell of gun powder, and the shockingly tantalizing smell of fresh, warm blood. Tony's nose twitched at that while his heart was beating frantically. He had never reacted so strongly to the smell of blood in the past. It was clearly Gibbs' blood, it had to be, because just like the man seemed to constantly arouse strange, though not unwelcome, feelings in Tony, this particular smell of blood made Tony's own blood boil. Smelling Gibbs' blood meant the man was hurt and clearly in danger, and Tony's entire being focused on that very fact.
He needed to get to Gibbs, needed to help Gibbs, needed to protect Gibbs.
Tony ran full speed into the warehouse, his eyes immediately focusing on Gibbs, who was lying on the ground in a slowly spreading pool of his own blood, and on Jenkins, who was running towards the exit, his gun still trained on the injured agent. Tony raced towards Gibbs, shooting Jenkins without even really looking at the man and hitting their suspect with three bullets square in the chest.
Jenkins was dead before he fell on the ground.
Tony dropped to his knees next to Gibbs, his nostrils flaring when his nose was assaulted by the ever stronger smell of the older man's blood. "Shit, Gibbs," he muttered, dropping his gun and scrabbling desperately at Gibbs' clothes, trying to find the wound.
"Tony..." Gibbs whispered with a cough, "it...it's okay...just a...a flesh wound..."
Tony resisted the urge to laugh hysterically. Gibbs had been shot in the stomach. And it looked bad.
"Went right...through..." Gibbs gasped, fighting to keep his eyes open.
"Shit," Tony muttered again, realizing that they were in serious trouble. He pulled out his cell phone and called for an ambulance while frantically but carefully stripping Gibbs from the waist up.
"I...I'm okay," Gibbs gasped, then groaned in pain.
Tony ignored the absolutely ridiculous statement, and merely concentrated on the task at hand. He acted completely on instinct, the urge to protect and save Gibbs overwhelming. "Just hold still and try to relax," he said urgently, then bent down and began to lick the gunshot wound.
Gibbs groaned again, and he blindly reached out to push Tony's head away. The younger man growled darkly, warning Gibbs off. He needed to take care of the wounded man, and he instinctively perceived anyone who tried to stop him as threat--even if it was Gibbs. He was going to ensure that he would be able to protect Gibbs with any means necessary, and this apparently showed on his face, because the injured man dropped his hand again.
Gibbs was still bleeding freely, and Tony couldn't stop his fangs from protruding at the first taste of the warm blood. This had never happened before, and he probably would have panicked at the total loss of control, but he was too focused on the task at hand. Tony didn't care if Gibbs saw his fangs, if Gibbs thought it was odd that the younger man was licking and sucking all around the wound, or if Gibbs would fire him after this was over--all Tony wanted, needed to do was save Gibbs. For some unfathomable reason, he felt protective and downright possessive of the injured man, and he knew without a doubt that he would do anything to save him.
Tony continued to lick and suck, realizing that Gibbs was close to fainting from blood loss, and he applied as much pressure on the wound as he safely could while still keeping his lips firmly sealed around the gaping hole. His fangs slowly sank into the tender flesh of Gibbs' stomach, and the older man arched up and cried out in surprised pain, but then sank back on the floor.
Without really knowing why, Tony realized that what he was doing wouldn't keep Gibbs alive. He definitely needed to do more. After a couple of minutes, he sat back on his haunches, Gibbs' blood liberally smeared around his mouth, and he stared helplessly at the injured man. Then, acting purely on instinct, he sank his fangs into his own wrist, making sure to prick the vein until his own blood ran just as freely as Gibbs' did.
He carefully, gently cradled Gibbs' head, raising it slightly, and then held his bleeding wrist against Gibbs' slack mouth. "Drink," he urged the older man pleadingly. "Come on, Boss, drink."
It took a few seconds until Gibbs finally reacted, though he mostly just instinctively swallowed whatever blood ended up in his mouth. Tony realized that the man was more unconscious than anything else, and so, even though it was an incredibly awkward position to be in, Tony bent down to sink his fangs back into Gibbs' wound and licked at it again while he kept his wrist pressed against Gibbs' lips.
A couple of minutes later, the ambulance arrived, and Tony had to fight every instinct to finally let go of Gibbs. The mere thought of not taking care of the injured man himself went against everything in him, and the urge to throw himself protectively over Gibbs and snarl at anyone who dared to come close was almost overwhelming. Still, he scrambled back when the paramedics came rushing in, furtively wiping the blood from his mouth and licking his wrist to close the puncture wounds there.
Gibbs was placed on a gurney and wheeled into the ambulance. Tony growled darkly when the paramedics tried to stop him from climbing into the ambulance as well, so they finally let him ride with them to the nearest hospital.
The emergency surgery saved Gibbs' life, though Tony was convinced that it had been his very own special treatment prior to the ambulance's arrival that had actually ensured that Gibbs didn't die. He only left the older man's side to get a change of clothes and wrap up the Jenkins case, but other than that, he stayed with Gibbs day and night until finally, on the third day, tired blue eyes blinked up at him.
"Hey," Gibbs croaked faintly, trying to figure out where he was and what had happened.
"Hey yourself," Tony replied with a relieved grin. "How do you feel?"
Gibbs blinked and then cocked his head slightly while he pondered the question. "Why don't you tell me," he finally said, his eyes settling meaningfully on Tony's mouth.
The younger man pulled back slightly. "I'm not sure what you mean, Boss," he said carefully. "How would I know how you feel?"
Gibbs was silent for a long minute, then he whispered calmly, "I remember what you did. I don't understand it, but...I remember it." His eyes were still locked on Tony's now slightly trembling lips.
"You were hallucinating," Tony replied defensively. "Whatever you think you remember, it...it didn't happen."
Gibbs frowned at that, then raised one shaking hand. Tony reached out to hold it, leaning in closer to make sure he would be able to hear anything else Gibbs might whisper, but a second later, he yelped when the shaking hand slapped the back of his head instead. It was more a very gentle tap, Gibbs was too weak for anything else, but the meaning was still clear. "Liar," Gibbs muttered, then fell asleep again, leaving Tony to ponder what to do.
Tony's first instinct was to run. He just couldn't let Gibbs know that he was a vampire, he had to keep his secret safe from everyone, there was no way Gibbs or anyone else would understand who or what he really was.
A much stronger instinct kept Tony from running away. In fact, his strongest instinct told him that it was imperative he'd stay with Gibbs. He needed to make sure that Gibbs was safe, he felt the strong urge to protect the man as if he were his...mate?
Tony jumped up at that, shocked by the thought, and stumbled out of Gibbs' hospital room. He frantically searched his cell phone, pulled it out, and called his father.
"Junior!" his father exclaimed in delighted surprise.
Without preamble, Tony asked, "Dad, what does it mean when my fangs...prickle?"
There was silence for a long moment. "Prickle?"
"Yeah, like...as if they're constantly trying to come out."
Tony could hear the smile in his father's voice when the man asked, "Have you acted on it yet?"
"Acted on what?" Tony frowned and shook his head. "I've learned to ignore it after a few years. But now it's back and it's so strong, I can barely keep the damn things from growing!" He rubbed a hand across his tired face. "It's all I can do to stop myself from--" He bit his lip, not wanting to admit to his father that all he really wanted to do was throw himself at Gibbs and rut the man.
"So, when did you bite her?" his father merely asked with a chuckle. He clearly knew what was going on.
"I didn't bite him," Tony growled in frustration. "Stop being all coy and just tell me what's going on!"
There was another long moment of silence while his father clearly processed the fact that Tony was talking about a man. Finally, he said carefully, "Junior, let me ask you something. You said you've felt your fangs...prickling for years now, right? And you never acted on the urge to, well, bite the person who caused this?"
"No," Tony said, even more frustrated. None of this was helping him any.
"But you said it's now worse than ever, even though you had this prickling under control for years?"
"Yeah."
"Junior, what happened? Something must have happened between...him and you."
"Well, he got shot and I, well, I licked his wound, trying to stem the blood flow."
After another long pause, his father asked cautiously, "Did you exchange blood?"
"Well, duh, Dad, he was bleeding. I drank his blood, okay? But that never changed anything in the past. I know I don't automatically turn anyone into a vampire only because I drink their blood, not when I'm careful." Not that he had ever actually done this; he had always been extremely careful not to bite anyone during sex, for example.
"That's not what I asked you," his father replied calmly. "Did you give him any of your blood? This man, he was injured, and all you wanted to do was save him, right? You acted purely on instinct. He was losing a lot of blood. So, did you give him any of yours?"
Tony actually had to think about this. He barely remembered anything that had happened in the warehouse. He finally just nodded, even though he knew his father couldn't see it. "Yeah," he said softly. "I did. It just...seemed the right thing to do." Then he remembered something else. "I bit his wound. I could lick it better that way."
His father voice was tinged with pride. "Well, congratulations, Junior. You finally found your soulmate!"
Tony was rendered speechless, and he actually pulled the cell phone away from his ear to stare at it in disbelief. Everything suddenly seemed to make sense, all the little pieces falling into place, but...this just couldn't be true. "Dad, I... I couldn't possibly tell him the truth about me."
"Well, son, to be perfectly honest with you, I think this is the least of your worries. You'd better try to figure out how to tell him that he's now also a vampire." His father chuckled, obviously finding all of his hilarious.
"I...what?!" Tony's eyes bulged out in panic. "But I didn't-- I mean, I haven't--" He trailed off, not sure what to say.
"Junior." His father's voice was suddenly serious. "You bit him. You shared each other's blood. That, in itself, doesn't automatically turn a human into a vampire. But remember what I told you about soulmates? You're bonded now. Which also explains why you're so desperately trying not to kill anyone who dares to come even near your mate." He chuckled softly again. "Just relax, son. Nobody's going to hurt your mate. He's safe, now that you're bonded."
"And I really turned him into a vampire?" Tony whispered, torn between feeling wretched and delighted. He didn't dare to actually dream about a life with Gibbs, but at the same time, he felt incredibly guilty, as if somehow having violated Gibbs in some fundamental way.
"There's only one way to find out, Junior," his father replied lightly, "though from what you told me, I'd say it's a safe bet."
"Thanks, Dad," Tony said feebly, his mind reeling.
"Can't wait to meet this man," his father replied with a grin, then hung up.
Tony stared at the door to Gibbs' room, the urge to run inside and be close to the man almost overwhelmingly strong. He had no idea how to tell Gibbs who and what he really was, not to mention what he had done to Gibbs, even if all he had initially tried to do was save the man's life.
A few seconds later, he heard Gibbs' voice faintly calling for him. Tony frowned. Nobody could have heard the soft voice, not unless they had Tony's heightened sense of hearing. But even more unusual was the fact that Gibbs had called for him, and in such a way that made it perfectly clear that he knew Tony was on the other side of the door. Did Gibbs actually possess the same kind of heightened senses? Even in his extremely weakened state?
Tony slowly entered the hospital room and tried his best to smile at the injured man reassuringly. "Hey, Boss," he said in way of greeting.
Gibbs merely looked at him expectantly, clearly waiting for some kind of explanation. Tony knew that the older man was still convinced that he knew what had happened in the warehouse. Maybe there was a way to carefully break the more than unusual news to Gibbs.
"Boss, listen, I...there's something I have to tell you..." And damn, it was so hard to keep from flinging himself at Gibbs, from just holding the man tight and making sure that he was going to get well again.
Gibbs merely continued to look at Tony, his eyes unerringly finding the younger man's mouth again. "I know," he said after a long moment.
Tony misunderstood that comment, and held up his hands placatingly. "Yeah, I know that you think I owe you some kind of explanation, but..." He trailed off when he saw Gibbs shaking his head.
"No, Tony," Gibbs croaked, still weak from the surgery. He feebly waved Tony closer until the younger man finally leaned over him. Gibbs used all of his strength to raise one hand and wrap it around Tony's neck, pulling the younger man down until their lips met. Tony was too surprised to react, and so Gibbs managed to gently force Tony's mouth open and then thrust his tongue in. Gibbs unerringly found Tony's canines, stroking them gently with the tip of his tongue until Tony couldn't fight the urge any longer, and his fangs slowly grew. He gasped in shock and tried to pull back, but Gibbs' hold was suddenly surprisingly strong--"He's a vampire now!" Tony reminded himself--and so all Tony could do was relax into the kiss and let it happen.
Tony's mind reeled at the realization that Gibbs didn't seem in any way fazed by the fact that his tongue was stroking a pair of very sharp fangs. Quite the contrary, Gibbs seemed to actively seek out the sharp points, licking them, probing them, teasing them.
Tony's mind reeled even more at the realization that his fangs appeared to be his most erogenous zone. He groaned in sexual frenzy, his cock throbbing almost painfully. He was ready to mount Gibbs and rut the man, not caring about injuries or incisions or stitches, so turned on was he. Still, his instinct took over and clearly declared Gibbs off-limits until the man was healed again. Tony's first and foremost job was to protect his mate, even from himself and his own desires.
Slowly, reluctantly pulling out of the kiss, Tony panted slightly and then looked at Gibbs with a slightly sheepish grin. He knew his fangs were showing, but since Gibbs had just all but made love to them for the last couple of minutes, Tony didn't think this would really be a problem. "Gibbs, I... Look, this sounds completely outrageous, but...well, I'm a--"
But Gibbs only smiled, showing his own fangs, and said meaningfully, "Yeah, Tony. I know."
THE END.
Author: Gaby
Written for:
spoonyriffic Prompt: Tony/Gibbs - Tony is hiding something from Gibbs, but even Gibbs can't weasel it out of him. Can be either serious or humorous, or a little of both: what exactly Tony is hiding is totally up to you. Either way, a happy ending would be much appreciated. Any rating, PG-13 - NC-17 preferred.
Author's Notes: I highly doubt this is even close to what Spoony had in mind, but the Muses made me write it. *g* Also, please note that I pretty much disregard any and all vampire lore and created my own. Why? Because I can! LOL! So, while I don't claim to be in any way creative or imaginative, I did come up with my very own vampire lore. Please keep that in mind if you're a hardcore vampire fan. You're perfectly entitled to look down your nose at me for screwing around with the common knowledge of all things vampire, but I'd prefer it if you kept your crit to yourself. You've been warned, after all. :-)
Thank you to
taylorgibbs for the beta! Any remaining oopsies are mine and mine alone, and y'all can't have them!Warnings: Beware! Here be vampires! That means there's blood in this fic. In addition, potentially disturbing imagery ahead: Some dead OCs, and very general mention of (off-screen) rape, murder and child abuse. Oh yeah, and Gibbs gets whumped.
Archive: I'll do it myself.
Genre: pre-slash
Pairings: Gibbs/Tony
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, never will be, gosh darn it!
Word Count: a little over 11,000
Summary: Gibbs always knew there was something special about the young detective he once hired. He just never imagined it would be Tony's more than unusual heritage.
(part 1 can be found here)
XxXxX
This time around, Tony swore to himself that he wouldn't kill anyone. He knew that he was growing addicted to the heady experience of doing the right thing (because, in Tony's mind, helping to get rid of society's scum when the court system failed was most definitely the right thing to do). He also had to admit that he was growing addicted to drinking human blood. It wasn't so much the blood drinking part; he just loved being able to stay up five nights in a row, full of energy and ready to take on the world, he loved how his brain was buzzing and making intuitive leaps that helped crack seemingly unsolvable cases. It was hard to do without any of this, but Tony knew that he was a good police officer--and now, actually, a detective--without the added help of his very special energy drink, so he really didn't need the blood.
And for a long time, he tried his best to bring perps to justice the old fashioned way. He didn't quite succeed though, not after seeing too many guilty delinquents walk, and so he finally went back to his way of solving problems. Still, Tony was extremely careful and picky when it came to choosing his victims, and he always tried his best to lure them into the woods or a deserted alley--anywhere that made it difficult to leave incriminating evidence. Tony much preferred the wind blowing away the pile of dust to vacuuming it after the killing, and nobody was going to dust a forest for fingerprints.
Still, he hadn't gone on an actual killing spree, and nobody had grown suspicious in the almost two years he had worked in Baltimore. There were just too many unsolved cases to deal with to suddenly worry about one or two missing perps.
And then, one fateful night, Tony was called to the gruesome crime scene of a raped, tortured, and then strangled female Navy officer.
Less than six hours later, Tony DiNozzo met one Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs for the first time, and his life changed dramatically.
It was Tony's first case as lead investigator, and he had promised himself to do a great job. He wanted to prove to his chief that he was made of the right stuff, and it looked like a pretty straight-forward murder case.
Then Gibbs showed up on his crime scene, with a slightly hounded looking guy in tow who introduced himself as "Chris Pacci, chaperone." At Tony's confused look, Pacci elaborated, "Gibbs is usually a one-man-team. Our director thought it best to send me along though, what with this being a joint investigation and all. Gibbs doesn't play well with others." Pacci pulled a face and shrugged helplessly, then gave a slightly apologetic grin.
Less than an hour later, Tony knew exactly what Pacci was talking about. Gibbs was a grade A bastard, and seemed to actually enjoy it. Worse still, Tony was completely off his game the second he met Gibbs, and he had no clue how to get back into the swing of things. He didn't know what was wrong, he couldn't even pinpoint what exactly threw him off. The most obvious--and strangest--part was that, the moment he met Gibbs, his fangs started...prickling. They itched to come out, and Tony had to concentrate really hard to keep them retracted. This had never happened to him before, not even during any of the wild bouts of sex he had enjoyed in the past.
The constant prickling sensation was driving him wild, but Tony finally managed to concentrate on the case. He was surprised by the vehemence with which Gibbs tore into the evidence, until he found out that their victim had two children who were now missing. So they were suddenly not just looking for a killer but also for two small kids that had disappeared into thin air.
Pacci gave up after the first 24 hours and cried uncle. He told Gibbs and Tony that he was going to grab a couple of hours of sleep and meet them again the next morning. Gibbs waved his friend off, drank another cup of strong coffee, and then went over the evidence again. Tony, thanks to having drunk some animal blood a couple of nights previously, was able to keep up with Gibbs' pace, however, which not only ensured that they finally broke the case after three days (and sleepless nights) but also ensured that Gibbs was beyond impressed by the young detective.
They found the missing children, who had been taken by their father, the victim's ex-husband and killer. Tony was thrilled to have solved his first case as lead investigator, and Gibbs was impressed enough by the young detective to offer him a job. Pacci only stared open-mouthed when he heard the proposal, since Gibbs had scared away any prospective new team members the director had sent his way. Not sure whether to feel sorry for Tony or not, Pacci finally decided that, if anyone, then Tony would be able to handle Gibbs on a daily basis.
Tony's chief was livid when he heard about Gibbs' offer. And he was beyond enraged when Tony informed him that he was going to take Gibbs up on his offer.
Tony was completely fascinated by Gibbs. The prickling in his fangs hadn't stopped for one minute, and he felt strangely attracted to the man. Granted, Tony didn't much care if his bed partners were male or female, and granted, Gibbs was sexy as hell, but there was something else, something special, something...elusive that Tony couldn't quite pinpoint when it came to Gibbs. All he knew was that he needed to be close to Gibbs, and the best way to ensure this was to work for the man.
So, after a few weeks at FLETC and some arm wrestling between Gibbs and NCIS' HR department, Tony started his new job as Special Agent DiNozzo.
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Tony already knew Pacci, and he had met Ducky during their joint investigation. He had both of them wrapped around his little finger already. Gibbs, while appearing gruff and growly, was also more than happy to have Tony around.
Abby, on the other hand, was an entirely different matter.
When Gibbs took Tony down to Abby's lab to introduce them, Tony was thrilled to find a goth. He figured that she would be more open-minded than the average person, and he asked her curiously--and quite innocently--if she believed in vampires. Not that he was about to reveal who or what he really was, but he was interested in hearing her take on the subject.
Twenty minutes later, he slunk off, his ears ringing from a stern lecture about stereotypes and biases and prejudices. It took him the better part of three months to finally convince her that he was a nice guy and not the world's greatest asshole she apparently thought he was. It took another three or so months until she told him that she believed in the existence of vampires, ghosts, werewolves, and an assortment of other supernatural beings. Tony was relieved to have finally won her over as his friend, and didn't want to push his luck by questioning her collection of voodoo dolls.
Working for and with Gibbs was unlike anything Tony had ever experienced. It was mentally and physically exhausting, the hours were gruelling, and the man's constant griping and snarling was disheartening. Gibbs had a terrible bark, but his bite was even worse. The headslaps hurt and were embarrassing when delivered in front of an audience, and Gibbs had an uncanny talent to show him up when Tony goofed off.
Still, Tony wouldn't have it any other way.
It took him a good long while until he finally managed to ignore his prickling fangs or the constant need to be close to Gibbs, to touch him in some small way. The urge to protect the man was overwhelming at times, especially when they were in danger, but Tony explained this away with the fact that they were partners, and that it was his job to have Gibbs' six.
Tony kept a steady supply of animal blood close by because it was the only way to really keep up with Gibbs. This ensured, of course, that he didn't need any sleep for days, that he was more focused on any of their cases, that he could see tiny details that everyone else overlooked. His senses were always on full alert, and he managed to smell even the fainted residue of gun powder on suspects or saw tiny specks of blood at a crime scene. He often spent his sleepless nights at the office, claiming that he did his best work at night. Gibbs was impressed with the good job Tony was doing, even if he didn't openly show it or--god forbid--actually say it out loud.
The only downside to Tony's constant blood buzz was that he was brimming with energy. He usually had himself under control in the past, but being with Gibbs, being in such close proximity to the man who had already turned his world upside down in such strange and unexplainable ways, only caused Tony to sometimes lose control of himself. He goofed off and played the class clown, acting inappropriately at the most inopportune times. Normally, a headslap or a stern look from Gibbs was enough to rein him back in, and Tony hated himself for not being able to stop himself until it was too late and Gibbs had to actually step in. He tried his best to get himself under control, but try as he might, he just didn't manage to find a good balance between the much wanted slight blood buzz and the desire to act like a grown up professional.
Tony also missed drinking human blood. Animal blood just wasn't the same, it was like decaf compared to a strong cup of coffee. Tony much preferred the good buzz from human blood, but he had sworn to himself to never drink from another human being, and he still followed that rule. The only time he had consumed human blood was when he "took care" of perps, and he hadn't killed in a while, for the simple fact that the solve rate of Team Gibbs was astronomical, and they always made sure that their suspects really ended up serving jail time.
Granted, there were a handful of people Tony would have loved to kill "DiNozzo style": the crazy chick who had infected him with the plague (Tony idly wondered if the plague was one of the few "natural causes" that could actually kill a vampire), Ari, Pacci's murderer, even Abby's stalker if he had ever seriously hurt her. When Tony heard about Shannon and Kelly, he was mentally already packing his bags to head south of the border.
Gibbs seemed to sense that something was...well, not wrong, but most definitely off with Tony. The man's famous gut feeling clearly told him that Tony was hiding something, and even after several years of working together, Tony sometimes still felt Gibbs' blue eyes on him, as if the older man was trying to penetrate Tony's skull and read his mind. And Tony tried his best to avoid the piercing looks or the barely veiled questions about what was going on. They clearly played their own version of hide and seek, had been for years, and they both knew it. Sometimes, Gibbs had the upper hand, sometimes, Tony managed to out-smart the older man. But the suspicion was always there, and a quirked eyebrow or a knowing half-smile usually told Tony that Gibbs had just found out yet another little detail about the enigma called Tony that he couldn't quite understand but would file away to be examined at a later date.
And then, one day, all things went to hell.
They were chasing Randall Jenkins, a murder suspect. Jenkins had supposedly killed a couple of Marines; the evidence against him was airtight, and Jenkins had actually been arrogant enough to admit to the murders, convinced that he would never get caught.
But McGee had found him thanks to his usual high tech kung fu, and while he and Ziva were busy checking out the internet café Jenkins had last used to send taunting emails from, Gibbs and Tony went to check out an abandoned warehouse that Jenkins supposedly used as a hidey hole.
Tony had a bad feeling about the whole thing as soon as Gibbs ordered him to go around back while he wanted to sneak in through the front.
So, while Tony was slowly inching his way around the warehouse, he suddenly heard a single gunshot.
Tony's heightened senses were immediately assaulted by a multitude of information: the incredibly loud bang of the shot, immediately followed by the thud of a falling body and the shuffling of running feet; there was the sharp smell of gun powder, and the shockingly tantalizing smell of fresh, warm blood. Tony's nose twitched at that while his heart was beating frantically. He had never reacted so strongly to the smell of blood in the past. It was clearly Gibbs' blood, it had to be, because just like the man seemed to constantly arouse strange, though not unwelcome, feelings in Tony, this particular smell of blood made Tony's own blood boil. Smelling Gibbs' blood meant the man was hurt and clearly in danger, and Tony's entire being focused on that very fact.
He needed to get to Gibbs, needed to help Gibbs, needed to protect Gibbs.
Tony ran full speed into the warehouse, his eyes immediately focusing on Gibbs, who was lying on the ground in a slowly spreading pool of his own blood, and on Jenkins, who was running towards the exit, his gun still trained on the injured agent. Tony raced towards Gibbs, shooting Jenkins without even really looking at the man and hitting their suspect with three bullets square in the chest.
Jenkins was dead before he fell on the ground.
Tony dropped to his knees next to Gibbs, his nostrils flaring when his nose was assaulted by the ever stronger smell of the older man's blood. "Shit, Gibbs," he muttered, dropping his gun and scrabbling desperately at Gibbs' clothes, trying to find the wound.
"Tony..." Gibbs whispered with a cough, "it...it's okay...just a...a flesh wound..."
Tony resisted the urge to laugh hysterically. Gibbs had been shot in the stomach. And it looked bad.
"Went right...through..." Gibbs gasped, fighting to keep his eyes open.
"Shit," Tony muttered again, realizing that they were in serious trouble. He pulled out his cell phone and called for an ambulance while frantically but carefully stripping Gibbs from the waist up.
"I...I'm okay," Gibbs gasped, then groaned in pain.
Tony ignored the absolutely ridiculous statement, and merely concentrated on the task at hand. He acted completely on instinct, the urge to protect and save Gibbs overwhelming. "Just hold still and try to relax," he said urgently, then bent down and began to lick the gunshot wound.
Gibbs groaned again, and he blindly reached out to push Tony's head away. The younger man growled darkly, warning Gibbs off. He needed to take care of the wounded man, and he instinctively perceived anyone who tried to stop him as threat--even if it was Gibbs. He was going to ensure that he would be able to protect Gibbs with any means necessary, and this apparently showed on his face, because the injured man dropped his hand again.
Gibbs was still bleeding freely, and Tony couldn't stop his fangs from protruding at the first taste of the warm blood. This had never happened before, and he probably would have panicked at the total loss of control, but he was too focused on the task at hand. Tony didn't care if Gibbs saw his fangs, if Gibbs thought it was odd that the younger man was licking and sucking all around the wound, or if Gibbs would fire him after this was over--all Tony wanted, needed to do was save Gibbs. For some unfathomable reason, he felt protective and downright possessive of the injured man, and he knew without a doubt that he would do anything to save him.
Tony continued to lick and suck, realizing that Gibbs was close to fainting from blood loss, and he applied as much pressure on the wound as he safely could while still keeping his lips firmly sealed around the gaping hole. His fangs slowly sank into the tender flesh of Gibbs' stomach, and the older man arched up and cried out in surprised pain, but then sank back on the floor.
Without really knowing why, Tony realized that what he was doing wouldn't keep Gibbs alive. He definitely needed to do more. After a couple of minutes, he sat back on his haunches, Gibbs' blood liberally smeared around his mouth, and he stared helplessly at the injured man. Then, acting purely on instinct, he sank his fangs into his own wrist, making sure to prick the vein until his own blood ran just as freely as Gibbs' did.
He carefully, gently cradled Gibbs' head, raising it slightly, and then held his bleeding wrist against Gibbs' slack mouth. "Drink," he urged the older man pleadingly. "Come on, Boss, drink."
It took a few seconds until Gibbs finally reacted, though he mostly just instinctively swallowed whatever blood ended up in his mouth. Tony realized that the man was more unconscious than anything else, and so, even though it was an incredibly awkward position to be in, Tony bent down to sink his fangs back into Gibbs' wound and licked at it again while he kept his wrist pressed against Gibbs' lips.
A couple of minutes later, the ambulance arrived, and Tony had to fight every instinct to finally let go of Gibbs. The mere thought of not taking care of the injured man himself went against everything in him, and the urge to throw himself protectively over Gibbs and snarl at anyone who dared to come close was almost overwhelming. Still, he scrambled back when the paramedics came rushing in, furtively wiping the blood from his mouth and licking his wrist to close the puncture wounds there.
Gibbs was placed on a gurney and wheeled into the ambulance. Tony growled darkly when the paramedics tried to stop him from climbing into the ambulance as well, so they finally let him ride with them to the nearest hospital.
The emergency surgery saved Gibbs' life, though Tony was convinced that it had been his very own special treatment prior to the ambulance's arrival that had actually ensured that Gibbs didn't die. He only left the older man's side to get a change of clothes and wrap up the Jenkins case, but other than that, he stayed with Gibbs day and night until finally, on the third day, tired blue eyes blinked up at him.
"Hey," Gibbs croaked faintly, trying to figure out where he was and what had happened.
"Hey yourself," Tony replied with a relieved grin. "How do you feel?"
Gibbs blinked and then cocked his head slightly while he pondered the question. "Why don't you tell me," he finally said, his eyes settling meaningfully on Tony's mouth.
The younger man pulled back slightly. "I'm not sure what you mean, Boss," he said carefully. "How would I know how you feel?"
Gibbs was silent for a long minute, then he whispered calmly, "I remember what you did. I don't understand it, but...I remember it." His eyes were still locked on Tony's now slightly trembling lips.
"You were hallucinating," Tony replied defensively. "Whatever you think you remember, it...it didn't happen."
Gibbs frowned at that, then raised one shaking hand. Tony reached out to hold it, leaning in closer to make sure he would be able to hear anything else Gibbs might whisper, but a second later, he yelped when the shaking hand slapped the back of his head instead. It was more a very gentle tap, Gibbs was too weak for anything else, but the meaning was still clear. "Liar," Gibbs muttered, then fell asleep again, leaving Tony to ponder what to do.
Tony's first instinct was to run. He just couldn't let Gibbs know that he was a vampire, he had to keep his secret safe from everyone, there was no way Gibbs or anyone else would understand who or what he really was.
A much stronger instinct kept Tony from running away. In fact, his strongest instinct told him that it was imperative he'd stay with Gibbs. He needed to make sure that Gibbs was safe, he felt the strong urge to protect the man as if he were his...mate?
Tony jumped up at that, shocked by the thought, and stumbled out of Gibbs' hospital room. He frantically searched his cell phone, pulled it out, and called his father.
"Junior!" his father exclaimed in delighted surprise.
Without preamble, Tony asked, "Dad, what does it mean when my fangs...prickle?"
There was silence for a long moment. "Prickle?"
"Yeah, like...as if they're constantly trying to come out."
Tony could hear the smile in his father's voice when the man asked, "Have you acted on it yet?"
"Acted on what?" Tony frowned and shook his head. "I've learned to ignore it after a few years. But now it's back and it's so strong, I can barely keep the damn things from growing!" He rubbed a hand across his tired face. "It's all I can do to stop myself from--" He bit his lip, not wanting to admit to his father that all he really wanted to do was throw himself at Gibbs and rut the man.
"So, when did you bite her?" his father merely asked with a chuckle. He clearly knew what was going on.
"I didn't bite him," Tony growled in frustration. "Stop being all coy and just tell me what's going on!"
There was another long moment of silence while his father clearly processed the fact that Tony was talking about a man. Finally, he said carefully, "Junior, let me ask you something. You said you've felt your fangs...prickling for years now, right? And you never acted on the urge to, well, bite the person who caused this?"
"No," Tony said, even more frustrated. None of this was helping him any.
"But you said it's now worse than ever, even though you had this prickling under control for years?"
"Yeah."
"Junior, what happened? Something must have happened between...him and you."
"Well, he got shot and I, well, I licked his wound, trying to stem the blood flow."
After another long pause, his father asked cautiously, "Did you exchange blood?"
"Well, duh, Dad, he was bleeding. I drank his blood, okay? But that never changed anything in the past. I know I don't automatically turn anyone into a vampire only because I drink their blood, not when I'm careful." Not that he had ever actually done this; he had always been extremely careful not to bite anyone during sex, for example.
"That's not what I asked you," his father replied calmly. "Did you give him any of your blood? This man, he was injured, and all you wanted to do was save him, right? You acted purely on instinct. He was losing a lot of blood. So, did you give him any of yours?"
Tony actually had to think about this. He barely remembered anything that had happened in the warehouse. He finally just nodded, even though he knew his father couldn't see it. "Yeah," he said softly. "I did. It just...seemed the right thing to do." Then he remembered something else. "I bit his wound. I could lick it better that way."
His father voice was tinged with pride. "Well, congratulations, Junior. You finally found your soulmate!"
Tony was rendered speechless, and he actually pulled the cell phone away from his ear to stare at it in disbelief. Everything suddenly seemed to make sense, all the little pieces falling into place, but...this just couldn't be true. "Dad, I... I couldn't possibly tell him the truth about me."
"Well, son, to be perfectly honest with you, I think this is the least of your worries. You'd better try to figure out how to tell him that he's now also a vampire." His father chuckled, obviously finding all of his hilarious.
"I...what?!" Tony's eyes bulged out in panic. "But I didn't-- I mean, I haven't--" He trailed off, not sure what to say.
"Junior." His father's voice was suddenly serious. "You bit him. You shared each other's blood. That, in itself, doesn't automatically turn a human into a vampire. But remember what I told you about soulmates? You're bonded now. Which also explains why you're so desperately trying not to kill anyone who dares to come even near your mate." He chuckled softly again. "Just relax, son. Nobody's going to hurt your mate. He's safe, now that you're bonded."
"And I really turned him into a vampire?" Tony whispered, torn between feeling wretched and delighted. He didn't dare to actually dream about a life with Gibbs, but at the same time, he felt incredibly guilty, as if somehow having violated Gibbs in some fundamental way.
"There's only one way to find out, Junior," his father replied lightly, "though from what you told me, I'd say it's a safe bet."
"Thanks, Dad," Tony said feebly, his mind reeling.
"Can't wait to meet this man," his father replied with a grin, then hung up.
Tony stared at the door to Gibbs' room, the urge to run inside and be close to the man almost overwhelmingly strong. He had no idea how to tell Gibbs who and what he really was, not to mention what he had done to Gibbs, even if all he had initially tried to do was save the man's life.
A few seconds later, he heard Gibbs' voice faintly calling for him. Tony frowned. Nobody could have heard the soft voice, not unless they had Tony's heightened sense of hearing. But even more unusual was the fact that Gibbs had called for him, and in such a way that made it perfectly clear that he knew Tony was on the other side of the door. Did Gibbs actually possess the same kind of heightened senses? Even in his extremely weakened state?
Tony slowly entered the hospital room and tried his best to smile at the injured man reassuringly. "Hey, Boss," he said in way of greeting.
Gibbs merely looked at him expectantly, clearly waiting for some kind of explanation. Tony knew that the older man was still convinced that he knew what had happened in the warehouse. Maybe there was a way to carefully break the more than unusual news to Gibbs.
"Boss, listen, I...there's something I have to tell you..." And damn, it was so hard to keep from flinging himself at Gibbs, from just holding the man tight and making sure that he was going to get well again.
Gibbs merely continued to look at Tony, his eyes unerringly finding the younger man's mouth again. "I know," he said after a long moment.
Tony misunderstood that comment, and held up his hands placatingly. "Yeah, I know that you think I owe you some kind of explanation, but..." He trailed off when he saw Gibbs shaking his head.
"No, Tony," Gibbs croaked, still weak from the surgery. He feebly waved Tony closer until the younger man finally leaned over him. Gibbs used all of his strength to raise one hand and wrap it around Tony's neck, pulling the younger man down until their lips met. Tony was too surprised to react, and so Gibbs managed to gently force Tony's mouth open and then thrust his tongue in. Gibbs unerringly found Tony's canines, stroking them gently with the tip of his tongue until Tony couldn't fight the urge any longer, and his fangs slowly grew. He gasped in shock and tried to pull back, but Gibbs' hold was suddenly surprisingly strong--"He's a vampire now!" Tony reminded himself--and so all Tony could do was relax into the kiss and let it happen.
Tony's mind reeled at the realization that Gibbs didn't seem in any way fazed by the fact that his tongue was stroking a pair of very sharp fangs. Quite the contrary, Gibbs seemed to actively seek out the sharp points, licking them, probing them, teasing them.
Tony's mind reeled even more at the realization that his fangs appeared to be his most erogenous zone. He groaned in sexual frenzy, his cock throbbing almost painfully. He was ready to mount Gibbs and rut the man, not caring about injuries or incisions or stitches, so turned on was he. Still, his instinct took over and clearly declared Gibbs off-limits until the man was healed again. Tony's first and foremost job was to protect his mate, even from himself and his own desires.
Slowly, reluctantly pulling out of the kiss, Tony panted slightly and then looked at Gibbs with a slightly sheepish grin. He knew his fangs were showing, but since Gibbs had just all but made love to them for the last couple of minutes, Tony didn't think this would really be a problem. "Gibbs, I... Look, this sounds completely outrageous, but...well, I'm a--"
But Gibbs only smiled, showing his own fangs, and said meaningfully, "Yeah, Tony. I know."
THE END.
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Date: 2010-08-21 12:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-22 11:38 am (UTC)And yay to inspiration! There can never be enough vamp!fic. :)
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Date: 2010-08-21 01:11 am (UTC)(for others it's here: http://community.livejournal.com/gibbs_dinozzo/)
And check out my lj for Tibbs porn pix (and a PG-13 Tibbs pic!)
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Date: 2010-08-22 11:42 am (UTC)You can rest assured that Tibbs lovers are already aware of the Gibbs/DiNozzo community, and are therefore either watching it or are a member. I do find it a bit strange that you choose a feedback comment to plug your own stuff, but to each their own, I guess.
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Date: 2010-08-21 02:03 am (UTC)really, I loved it. Especially, like I said after the first part, the backstory. But I loved Tony turning Gibbs, and it was really refreshing to see Tony's dad more like the dad we saw in S7 than the dad that fandom has created (but I admittedly love the fandom dad as well). Really, I loved this fic and can see myself coming back to read it over and over again!
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Date: 2010-08-22 11:45 am (UTC)I really had fun coming up with Tony's backstory and trying to incorporate as much canon as possible. And good lord, I'm guilty of writing EvilNastyFandom!Senior fic as well, but that was before Flesh and Blood came out. I love canon!Senior (and can't wait to see him again this upcoming season!), so I'm writing to write him in a realistic way nowadays. He's got many faults, but he's ultimatively a good guy. *hearts Senior*
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Date: 2010-08-21 03:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-22 11:46 am (UTC)My beta also insisted on a sequel (she just wants Teh Hot Sex, I'm sure), but it's really only intended as a stand alone. Then again, you never know what the Muses decide to do... :)
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Date: 2010-08-21 03:42 am (UTC)Somehow, I don't think Gibbs will mind being a vamp. And I suspect any and all perps best watch their step around these two.
Maybe your muse will tempt you into a sequel ... or two. ;)
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Date: 2010-08-22 11:48 am (UTC)I love Senior, so I had to add him in some way. I'm sneaky like that. *g*
I'm pretty sure Gibbs will dig being a vampire. I mean, he's Gibbs! LOL!
This was supposed to be a stand alone, but my beta already informed me I'd better write a sequel, so who knows? :)
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Date: 2010-08-21 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-22 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-09 12:02 am (UTC)Have I misinterpreted? Either way, great fic.
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Date: 2011-03-09 09:23 am (UTC)Thanks for your feedback! :)
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Date: 2011-08-20 09:31 am (UTC)Re: Bloodlust
Date: 2011-08-21 04:23 pm (UTC)And no, I didn't write a sequel, sorry. *g*