Feed the Hunger
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ladygrendelTitle: Feed the Hunger
Fandom: NCIS
Characters/Pairings: Timothy McGee, Ziva David, Tony DiNozzo, Jethro Gibbs (McGee/OFC)
Warnings: Werewolves, non-explicit werewolf sex, one night stand
Summary: McGee has a furry problem, but where there's a will, there's a way
Tony DiNozzo wasn't stupid by any stretch of the imagination, and he actually paid better attention to his teammates than anyone gave him credit. For instance, McGee had been twitching for the past few hours as he typed up his report, as if something was crawling under his skin.
He glanced at the digital clock on his computer screen and scowled. At this rate, he'd be the last one to leave the bullpen, especially since Tony hadn't even started writing yet. Ziva was already gone, and Gibbs sat with his usual cup of coffee, reading her report of the case they had just closed.
Determind to focus on something other than work, Tony returned his attention to his partner, just in time to see him hit a final key before printing, an enthusiastic grin on his face.
"Got somewhere to be, Probie?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Let me guess...even a man who is pure of heart, and says his prayers by night, may become an Elf lord when the geekbane blooms, and the autumn moon is bright."
"Very funny, Tony." McGee glanced over his head, and he turned to see what had caught his interest. On the other side of the window, a full moon hung in the sky. Tony turned back around, curious. McGee was at Gibbs's desk, handing the report over. "Night boss."
Gibbs just nodded as he took it and set it on the desk. Oblivious to the stare, McGee gathered his things, and Tony noted how his hands shook slightly. Before he had a chance to say anything, McGee had already disappeared into the elevator.
"Huh." He leaned back in his chair. "That's odd..."
"What's odd, DiNozzo? Working?"
"S-sorry boss!"
>>>>>
Carpe Noctum was one of the most exclusive clubs in the D.C. area that anyone could try to get into, for subtle yet obvious reasons. Though McGee now wore casual clothes, the bouncer at the door waved him in, causing a great deal of frustration in most of the people still waiting in line.
Just have to have the right connections...
The inside was dimly lit, except for a few well placed disco balls, all a faint silver color. Against one wall was a long bar, while the others were lined with tables. He skirted around the edge of the dance floor, drawing attention from the other patrons; as McGee passed the tables, some turned to size him up, even take in his scent, before returning to their partner. The air smelled of pheromones and sweat, and he knew he wasn't the only one in heat tonight.
After ordering a shot of whiskey from the bartender, McGee turned his attention towards finding a mate for the night. His kind could have as many one night stands as they wanted, as long as they were careful. As his gaze swept over the scene a second time, he caught a young woman's eye. She immediately blushed and averted her eyes.
Hmm...she'll do.
When she looked back up, he smiled and crooked a finger. Shy and seemingly as innocent as a lamb, she joined him.
"Drink?" The woman just shook her head. McGee sighed, and then tucked a finger under her chin and forced her to make eye contact. She had beautiful eyes, chiefly when they reflected the disco lights. He tilted her head back further, and she closed her eyes, surrendering herself to him.
With a certain amount of satisfaction and pleasure, he ghosted his mouth up and down her neck, smirking as her frame trembled and she gasped for breath. McGee dropped his hand. For a moment she just stood there like that, before making eye contact again.
"Candice...my name's Candice."
"One night," McGee said instead, ignoring her stammer. It was best to make sure that she didn't get her hopes up before they moved on. Candice just nodded, eyes wide. He slipped her arm through his and led her out of the club, impatient to get home and get this night over with.
>>>>>
The moment the apartment door was reunited with the door frame, Candice began to feverishly tear at McGee's clothes while he backed her into the bedroom. They hit the bed with a thump, arms and legs tangled up as each of them attempted to free the other from their clothing. Soon enough all barriers had been removed, and now all that was left was flesh on flesh.
They paused for a moment, and McGee saw how her eyes had changed - they were still blue, but now the dilated pupils were cat-like. Without a doubt his were the same way.
She touched his cheek, breaking him from his thoughts.
"What's wrong?"
"Something...something's off..."
"This?"
He watched as the hair on her body thickened and grew, skull and teeth elongating until a muzzle had formed. The transformation was so smooth; he couldn't help but be impressed. Even after all these years, McGee still occasionally found the change painful, mainly because he spent most of his time in human form.
"Yeah," He smiled. "That's much better."
Candice gave him an expectant look, as if to say, Now it's your turn.
Okay, Tim. You can do this...
He closed his eyes. A beat later and nothing had happened, and he was about to panic until that familiar sudden shot of adrenaline kicked in. It was impossible to hear anything over the pounding of blood in McGee's head. As if it were happening to someone else, he was aware of bone cracking and stretching, rearranging themselves into a shape that was less than human. Skin prickled almost painfully as the fur grew in, brown like his normal hair color.
Even after it was done, McGee lingered there for a moment, clinging to humanity and hiding from the wolf behind his eyelids. Candice gently nuzzled him, obviously concerned. He finally forced his eyes open, and he looked down at her. At the sight of another wolf lying under him, a single word flashed through McGee's mind: mate.
And they did.
Human sex was more emotional; you felt more of a connection with your partner, whereas animal sex was purely physical, all about scratching an itch. And McGee had quite an itch to scratch. He came at her rough, and didn't stop, but Candice was more than happy to reciprocate. They tore into each other, claws and teeth flying. As pain mixed with pleasure, McGee lost himself, and the rest of the night soon became just another blur.
>>>>>
McGee paused for a moment, almost afraid to step off the elevator. Would they know? Would Tony and Ziva be able to sense what he had done last night? What he had been?
No matter how many times he came back to work the day after a full moon, he always felt as if he had the label WEREWOLF branded to his forehead. Thankfully Candice had left before he had awoken, and he had a feeling that he wouldn't see her again, not like that broke his heart. She had been just another quick fix for when he fell into heat, a phase he hated with a passion. It seemed that in every species on earth, only females experienced heat, unlike werewolves.
Neither one of his teammates acknowledged his presence, which only put McGee even more on edge as he sat at his desk. After a moment, Ziva looked up, a slightly devious look on her face.
"So, McGee...Tony told me that you had a heat date last night."
"Hot," he corrected automatically, managing to keep a blush from appearing. "The term is 'hot date', Ziva."
She frowned. "Is that not what I said?"
McGee sighed, wondering why he had even bothered in the first place. Tony shot him a grin, which suddenly melted into a confused expression.
"Uh, Probie?"
"Yeah?"
"Your, um, neck is bleeding..."
He slapped a hand over the wound, instantly aware of a small wet spot on the collar of his shit. Damn and he thought he had cleaned up. All wounds should have healed by now...
Gibbs chose that moment to charge through the bullpen, creating the perfect distraction. By the cranky, coffee-hungry look on his face they had a new case.
"David, DiNozzo you're with me." He glanced over his shoulder at McGee while the others grabbed their gear. "McGee, I need you in Abby's lab. We're being sent a helluva lot of computers from the crime scene and I'm going to need you two to go through them."
"Yes boss."
He watched and waited until the rest of the team was inside of the elevator before taking off for the bathroom.
>>>>>
Staring at his reflection, McGee wondered what Candice had seen last night, if she had seen anything at all: man or beast? He didn't like it when the line blurred, when the grey between the black and white turned into a sea.
He tugged his shirt collar down to get a better look. Before he could stop himself, his mind was already replacing Candice with other people...first, Abby and Ziva. They were logical choices: he had already slept with Abby and she knew his secret; Ziva was strong and aggressive, characteristics of a good she-wolf. But if he were to be honest with himself, McGee didn't want to sleep with her. She was just his co-worker and friend.
McGee wiped the cut with a finger, revealing it to be finally healed although now his finger was a tad bloody.
The train of thought continued on its tracks, unimpeded or interrupted: Gibbs? Out of the question, the notion wasn't even worth it.
What about Tony? asked a treacherous voice from the back of McGee's mind. Come on, you know you want to. It's not like it hasn't occured to you before...
Absentmindedly, he lapped the blood off his finger, already imaging what it would be like to take Anthony DiNozzo to bed, werewolf style.
Fandom: NCIS
Characters/Pairings: Timothy McGee, Ziva David, Tony DiNozzo, Jethro Gibbs (McGee/OFC)
Warnings: Werewolves, non-explicit werewolf sex, one night stand
Summary: McGee has a furry problem, but where there's a will, there's a way
Tony DiNozzo wasn't stupid by any stretch of the imagination, and he actually paid better attention to his teammates than anyone gave him credit. For instance, McGee had been twitching for the past few hours as he typed up his report, as if something was crawling under his skin.
He glanced at the digital clock on his computer screen and scowled. At this rate, he'd be the last one to leave the bullpen, especially since Tony hadn't even started writing yet. Ziva was already gone, and Gibbs sat with his usual cup of coffee, reading her report of the case they had just closed.
Determind to focus on something other than work, Tony returned his attention to his partner, just in time to see him hit a final key before printing, an enthusiastic grin on his face.
"Got somewhere to be, Probie?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Let me guess...even a man who is pure of heart, and says his prayers by night, may become an Elf lord when the geekbane blooms, and the autumn moon is bright."
"Very funny, Tony." McGee glanced over his head, and he turned to see what had caught his interest. On the other side of the window, a full moon hung in the sky. Tony turned back around, curious. McGee was at Gibbs's desk, handing the report over. "Night boss."
Gibbs just nodded as he took it and set it on the desk. Oblivious to the stare, McGee gathered his things, and Tony noted how his hands shook slightly. Before he had a chance to say anything, McGee had already disappeared into the elevator.
"Huh." He leaned back in his chair. "That's odd..."
"What's odd, DiNozzo? Working?"
"S-sorry boss!"
>>>>>
Carpe Noctum was one of the most exclusive clubs in the D.C. area that anyone could try to get into, for subtle yet obvious reasons. Though McGee now wore casual clothes, the bouncer at the door waved him in, causing a great deal of frustration in most of the people still waiting in line.
Just have to have the right connections...
The inside was dimly lit, except for a few well placed disco balls, all a faint silver color. Against one wall was a long bar, while the others were lined with tables. He skirted around the edge of the dance floor, drawing attention from the other patrons; as McGee passed the tables, some turned to size him up, even take in his scent, before returning to their partner. The air smelled of pheromones and sweat, and he knew he wasn't the only one in heat tonight.
After ordering a shot of whiskey from the bartender, McGee turned his attention towards finding a mate for the night. His kind could have as many one night stands as they wanted, as long as they were careful. As his gaze swept over the scene a second time, he caught a young woman's eye. She immediately blushed and averted her eyes.
Hmm...she'll do.
When she looked back up, he smiled and crooked a finger. Shy and seemingly as innocent as a lamb, she joined him.
"Drink?" The woman just shook her head. McGee sighed, and then tucked a finger under her chin and forced her to make eye contact. She had beautiful eyes, chiefly when they reflected the disco lights. He tilted her head back further, and she closed her eyes, surrendering herself to him.
With a certain amount of satisfaction and pleasure, he ghosted his mouth up and down her neck, smirking as her frame trembled and she gasped for breath. McGee dropped his hand. For a moment she just stood there like that, before making eye contact again.
"Candice...my name's Candice."
"One night," McGee said instead, ignoring her stammer. It was best to make sure that she didn't get her hopes up before they moved on. Candice just nodded, eyes wide. He slipped her arm through his and led her out of the club, impatient to get home and get this night over with.
>>>>>
The moment the apartment door was reunited with the door frame, Candice began to feverishly tear at McGee's clothes while he backed her into the bedroom. They hit the bed with a thump, arms and legs tangled up as each of them attempted to free the other from their clothing. Soon enough all barriers had been removed, and now all that was left was flesh on flesh.
They paused for a moment, and McGee saw how her eyes had changed - they were still blue, but now the dilated pupils were cat-like. Without a doubt his were the same way.
She touched his cheek, breaking him from his thoughts.
"What's wrong?"
"Something...something's off..."
"This?"
He watched as the hair on her body thickened and grew, skull and teeth elongating until a muzzle had formed. The transformation was so smooth; he couldn't help but be impressed. Even after all these years, McGee still occasionally found the change painful, mainly because he spent most of his time in human form.
"Yeah," He smiled. "That's much better."
Candice gave him an expectant look, as if to say, Now it's your turn.
Okay, Tim. You can do this...
He closed his eyes. A beat later and nothing had happened, and he was about to panic until that familiar sudden shot of adrenaline kicked in. It was impossible to hear anything over the pounding of blood in McGee's head. As if it were happening to someone else, he was aware of bone cracking and stretching, rearranging themselves into a shape that was less than human. Skin prickled almost painfully as the fur grew in, brown like his normal hair color.
Even after it was done, McGee lingered there for a moment, clinging to humanity and hiding from the wolf behind his eyelids. Candice gently nuzzled him, obviously concerned. He finally forced his eyes open, and he looked down at her. At the sight of another wolf lying under him, a single word flashed through McGee's mind: mate.
And they did.
Human sex was more emotional; you felt more of a connection with your partner, whereas animal sex was purely physical, all about scratching an itch. And McGee had quite an itch to scratch. He came at her rough, and didn't stop, but Candice was more than happy to reciprocate. They tore into each other, claws and teeth flying. As pain mixed with pleasure, McGee lost himself, and the rest of the night soon became just another blur.
>>>>>
McGee paused for a moment, almost afraid to step off the elevator. Would they know? Would Tony and Ziva be able to sense what he had done last night? What he had been?
No matter how many times he came back to work the day after a full moon, he always felt as if he had the label WEREWOLF branded to his forehead. Thankfully Candice had left before he had awoken, and he had a feeling that he wouldn't see her again, not like that broke his heart. She had been just another quick fix for when he fell into heat, a phase he hated with a passion. It seemed that in every species on earth, only females experienced heat, unlike werewolves.
Neither one of his teammates acknowledged his presence, which only put McGee even more on edge as he sat at his desk. After a moment, Ziva looked up, a slightly devious look on her face.
"So, McGee...Tony told me that you had a heat date last night."
"Hot," he corrected automatically, managing to keep a blush from appearing. "The term is 'hot date', Ziva."
She frowned. "Is that not what I said?"
McGee sighed, wondering why he had even bothered in the first place. Tony shot him a grin, which suddenly melted into a confused expression.
"Uh, Probie?"
"Yeah?"
"Your, um, neck is bleeding..."
He slapped a hand over the wound, instantly aware of a small wet spot on the collar of his shit. Damn and he thought he had cleaned up. All wounds should have healed by now...
Gibbs chose that moment to charge through the bullpen, creating the perfect distraction. By the cranky, coffee-hungry look on his face they had a new case.
"David, DiNozzo you're with me." He glanced over his shoulder at McGee while the others grabbed their gear. "McGee, I need you in Abby's lab. We're being sent a helluva lot of computers from the crime scene and I'm going to need you two to go through them."
"Yes boss."
He watched and waited until the rest of the team was inside of the elevator before taking off for the bathroom.
>>>>>
Staring at his reflection, McGee wondered what Candice had seen last night, if she had seen anything at all: man or beast? He didn't like it when the line blurred, when the grey between the black and white turned into a sea.
He tugged his shirt collar down to get a better look. Before he could stop himself, his mind was already replacing Candice with other people...first, Abby and Ziva. They were logical choices: he had already slept with Abby and she knew his secret; Ziva was strong and aggressive, characteristics of a good she-wolf. But if he were to be honest with himself, McGee didn't want to sleep with her. She was just his co-worker and friend.
McGee wiped the cut with a finger, revealing it to be finally healed although now his finger was a tad bloody.
The train of thought continued on its tracks, unimpeded or interrupted: Gibbs? Out of the question, the notion wasn't even worth it.
What about Tony? asked a treacherous voice from the back of McGee's mind. Come on, you know you want to. It's not like it hasn't occured to you before...
Absentmindedly, he lapped the blood off his finger, already imaging what it would be like to take Anthony DiNozzo to bed, werewolf style.