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The Gun's Lust: Chapter Four

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Timothy was unlocking his door, a man behind him bouncing with pent up energy. This was going to prove a taxing night. Jerking the key out and shoving the door open Timothy stepped aside and let Anthony inside first. "Don't destroy anything…please," he said to Tony's back as the man disappeared inside Timmy's one safe haven. He could feel himself cringing at thoughts of Tony poking around everywhere.

Dinozzo bopped inside and tossed his back on the couch. "Same as I remember from last time, Probie. You should really look into getting an interior decorator." He glanced back at Timmy and pegged him with a grin.

Timothy didn't look as amused with the whole situation as Tony did. He draped his own bag and coat on the chair by his type-writer. "Yeah, I'll get right on that Tony." Timothy rolled his eyes and looked at the paper that was lined up in the machine. It had a few paragraphs typed up already- an intense fight scene actually. He pulled the paper out of it and stuffed it into his desk. He didn't need Dinozzo picking apart that bit of his life. "There's pizza in the fridge," he said mostly to try and turn the man's attention away from Timmy and more towards Tony.

"Mmm," Dinozzo smiled and headed into the kitchen. He was talking about some gangster movie or other. Timmy wasn't really listening too hard. Timothy watched him grab a couple of pieces, minus plate or even napkin, and move back over to his couch. Tony plopped down and stopped talking only long enough to take a big bite of pizza. "Wait…" he looked at the thing in his hand. "How do we know this wasn't poisoned?"

Timothy looked at him, stared, eyebrows raised as Timothy watched him like he was a three year. "Because Tony, I'm not the one they're looking to kill."

"They could have figured out I'd be here." He paused and scrunched his face in thought. The hand holding the slice of pizza was still hanging limp in the air in front of his face. It wasn't an overly attractive pose. "Everyone else seems to know about us…"

Narrowing his eyes, Timothy shook his head. "What is us anyone, Dinozzo? We kissed, that's all." Timothy wasn't sure where this new found courage was coming from but there it was. "If this was your lead in to this conversation, it wasn't a very good one. But since we're on the topic, let's talk." Timothy folded his arms over his chest and stood a ways off from the couch, watching but not getting too close. He would definitely lose that ounce of confidence he'd dredged up if he got any nearer and was actually within reaching distance.

Tony stared up at him for long moments, mouth working wordlessly. He wasn't sure how to respond to Timothy's upfront-ness. It only came out every now and again, and each of those times it had caught Tony at least a little off guard. "Well, I mean," Tony looked down, tossing his pizza on Timothy's coffee table. He may have done it because he knew that it would bother Timothy to no end. "We've been partners for a while, haven't we?" He turned his eyes back up towards his Probie.

"Mhm," Timothy mused slowly moving to the chair on the other side of the coffee table. He eyed the discarded pizza with disdain but didn't say anything about it. He wouldn't give Tony that pleasure. "Yeah, we have. We've been through a lot Tony, and this is what is bothering me the most."

Tony watched him quietly and took in a deep breath, wanting to find his words before just spewing something he wouldn't mean or would regret. "Timothy, look, I was telling you the truth at the stakeout when I said I liked you. That's why I stopped that little make-out fest we had going before it went any further." Tony shifted forward on the couch, trying to get closer without pushing Timothy out away from him.

McGee sat back a little and nodded, looking down at the table again, ignoring the pizza sitting atop it. "This means what exactly?" he asked, wringing his hands together.

"That's mostly up to you, Probie. I won't ask a relationship out of you if it's not something you're interested in. I mean, if you're just interested in some sex with me, that's totally fine too," he chuckled trying to slip a Dinozzo-ism in there with the tension.

Timothy glared at him and reached for the pizza, chucking it at him. "That's not even funny, Tony." He moved closer to the edge of his chair as well. "If I get any of you, I want a real relationship."

Tony smiled and nodded, picking up the pizza from his lap and tossing it back on the table. He deserved that. His heart hammering as he watched Timothy. His Probie was really learning how to take control of a situation. "Alright, then let's start breaking some of Gibbs' rules, hmm?" Tony said with a grin and stood up, walking around the table to stand in front of Timothy.

McGee grabbed a hold of Tony's belt buckle and dragged him down to his knees. Once he had him at the right height, Timothy leaned in and laid his lips on Tony's. This kiss was a lot more heated than their last one. Anger really could make sensuality fiercer, better. Tony's arms were planted on the seat around Timothy's thighs, mostly keeping balance as he was tugged in by Timothy. McGee's arms were snaking around Tony, clinging to his shirt at the back and attempting to pull him into the chair with Timothy.

When the kiss broke, Tony laughed. "I don't think it's big enough for us both, there Probie. How about the couch or something?"

"Or something is good," Timothy said and pushed Tony down on the ground. That confidence had only grown since Tony had fed it with positive reactions. Climbing up on top of Tony, Timothy found his lips again while his fingers worked at the buttons on Tony's button-up. His hands splayed across Tony's bare chest, skin warm and well toned. He should feel self-conscious. His body wasn't as built or taut as Tony's. But he didn't. Like Tony had said, the two had been through a lot together. Judgment was long past.

Tony gripped at Timothy's shoulders as he was being pushed around, controlled and stripped. His hands were nothing like a woman's. These were more commanding, less afraid with being gentle and proper and more in tune with the primal side. It was two alphas fighting for top here. Funny, until now he'd never thought of Timothy as an alpha, but who in that office could match up to Timothy's smarts? At least, his book smarts? Moving his hands down, Tony worked off Probie's shirt too.

The pants are in the way, Timothy thought as he looked down at Tony. He made quick work of getting those off and discarding them with the shirts. Once they were both naked, Timothy leaned back down, pressing their bodies and lips together. Tony's body heat felt amazing, his hard body pressed easily to Timothy's pliable one, and his mouth was as frantic as Timothy's.

Tony groped with a free hand for the pocket of his pants. He didn't break the kiss; he could multitask when it came to something like this. Actually, he had a particular talent for multitasking and that only came with practice. Pulling out a small container of lube and a couple condoms, Tony moved his hand up to press them into Timothy's hand.

Timothy pulled back and looked at the things Tony was holding. He raised an eyebrow. "You actually brought those? You were planning on this?"

"Maybe?" Dinozzo asked with a chuckle. "Come on Probie, I need more than some naked cuddling."

McGee sucked in a deep breath, trying to settle his breathing and nerves. "Yeah, me too." He snatched the condom and peeled it open. Pulling out the rubber he held it between his fingers. "Who is uh…?"

Tony snatched the condom from Timothy and unrolled it, getting it situated on McGee perfectly. Squeezing a bit of the lube into his hand he grabbed Timothy's shaft and rode his hand up and down it, both pleasing and preparing Timothy. He heard his Probie groan and quickened the pace a little, to make sure the lube was fully covering him. He smiled an evilly sexy grin.

Timothy knocked his hand away and shifted his hips down ward. He reached around Tony's hips and lifted him up to meet his own. He pressed the head of his shaft at Tony's entry and slowly surged forward. Tony gasped and grabbed desperately at the carpet as McGee filled him.

The two men rocked their hips together, pushing and pulling at one another in desperate rising heat and passion. Sweat was beading on them as they grasped at each other's hips and shoulders, creating a slick slide and a friction of heat budded. Tony stared up into Timothy's eyes, giving him little glares when he tried to look away or close his eyes. Most of the time, Tony was a talker, but now, this silent connection they had was the most erotic thing he'd ever experience. Every little facial cue, each shift of the hips or toss of the head let one another know exactly what they were feeling. This is what Tony had been missing in all of his other relationships; connection beyond the physical.

Tony grabbed a hold of Timothy's member when he felt himself getting close to the edge of ecstasy. He matched the pace of his hand to the pace of their thrusting hips and dragged his lover to the abyss of pleasure with him. They came in a rush of lost breath, moans and lover-calls. The sound of Tony's name on Timothy's lips had the senior agent's head reeling. Perfection.

Tony was lying in the bed a while later, curled naked on his side with sheets covering up around his hips. Timothy just stood in the doorway, clutching a cup of coffee, watching his easy sleep consumed breathing. It was odd that there was such danger after Tony. Sure, they hadn't met it yet, but it was there, and hopefully they wouldn't ever meet it.

Turning away Timothy looked at the apartment. It was a disaster but for the first time, Timothy didn't care that much. As he looked around the chaos that the little place had fallen to it all reminded him of everything he and Tony had shared. There were imprints of the two of them all over the place and inspiration was fast springing. He turned and looked at the type-writer, then the garbage can next to it. That needed to go before he did anything else.

Grabbing the bag from the basket he looked down the hall just to make sure Tony was still asleep before quietly slipping from the apartment. He went down the hall to the elevator and wasn't surprised that the place was quiet and darker than normal. It was late and everyone else was more than likely sleeping, as he should be. Tonight had just been a lot to take in, besides the thoughts of Tony in danger. Their connection all over the apartment only made those fears clearer and more ominous.

Slipping out of the side door to where the trashcans were, Timothy chucked the bag in and turned around. He was met by two large men just a few feet away. He automatically reached for his weapon but it was no longer at his hip. It was sitting somewhere in the mess upstairs as he was now in sweats and a t-shirt, not work gear. How stupid of him.

The men advanced and flanked either side of him. The little alleyway beside the apartment left little room to maneuver. He cursed himself again and searched frantically for an out. He could yell, warn Tony but…

"Tony Dinozzo?" one of the men spoke up.

So they didn't even know what he looked like. Either these two were about to get it from their boss or their bosses intelligence into the death of his brother was far more limited than they were led to believe.

"Ah, who?" McGee asked hoping to play this off and be able to get back up to Tony and a weapon.

The other smiled and shook his head. "You don't sound so confident Mr. Dinozzo. You should try to lie a little better."

Well, them believing he was Tony would buy his lover some time. McGee didn't really want to end up dead in their hands though. "You've got the wrong guy."

"Don't worry, we won't bother your little cop friend up there. We're just after you." It was the first man that spoke up.

"I don't know who the hell you think I am, but you've got the wrong guy. I don't know any Dinozzo or his cop friend." McGee was taking steps backwards, still looking for a way to duck out.

Both men laughed. "We were told you would be here, Anthony. If we were in your shoes, we wouldn't be able to sleep either. We saw you," the first one started.

"Your shadow up in the room we were told you'd be in. Moving around, all nervous like," the second one finished with a laugh.

He wasn't getting out of this and he certainly wasn't going to say that Dinozzo was, in fact, the one still upstairs. He would not hand over his partner and new-found lover, not to these guys when Timothy had a chance to get him off the hook. He would still fight, but he was not going to deny who they thought he was.

They moved, not much but enough that Timothy might have an opening. He moved slowly closer, all three bantering with, "You're an idiot", "you're a bad liar", "just make this easy and come with us". In an instant, Timothy dashed for the opening between them. He made it, their wild swings at his back glancing off or ripping the sleeve of his t-shirt.

Darting down the alleyway towards the open street, Timothy was sure he'd be able to get into the open at least and find some way out of this. Hands descended on him, pulling him back to the shadow and dank dirtiness of the alleyway. He'd lost and so quickly. Damn his lack of athletic prowess. But Tony was safe. That was what counted.