"And now that we have him secured, we find the perfect place to bite..."

Gibbs struggled against his bonds, looking at Abby and Tony in shock. They'd come over hours ago, bringing bourbon and conversation. He'd assumed that they wanted to talk about Lee, but the drunker Abby got, the more chances she took and Tony was uncharacteristically ... quiet. Brooding. A little uncertain.

Then they'd done something he'd never expected. Abby had crawled onto his lap and kissed him while Tony watched, rubbing himself through his jeans. It hadn't taken Gibbs long to get charged up, especially after Abby's T-shirt came off and she started rubbing her body over his...

They'd all stumbled upstairs to his bedroom and Gibbs hadn't been sure if he was going to play with Abby, Tony, or both of them. When she'd secured him to the bed with cuffs, he'd been too surprised to protest. When she'd torn off his clothes with her bare hands, trepidation had warred with desire, curiosity colliding with rising lust.

But Tony was there ... Tony would be on his six.

Or so he'd thought. Apparently this was Vampire Training 101. He'd realized he was in deep shit when Abby had pulled Tony's head close, kissing him deeply and nicking his lower lip with a sharpened fang. Tony had groaned, thrusting against Abby, gripping Gibbs' thigh so hard he knew he'd bruise. And Abby'd climaxed with a scream, one crimson bead clinging to the corner of her mouth before she licked it off.

"Ready for some training, Tony? Since you already want Gibbs, this should be fun."

Abby lowered her head, licking Gibbs' upper thigh, squeezing his hard cock. What was it about this situation that was turning him on? He wasn't getting free any time soon and he had no idea what she'd do with him when she was done.

"Abbs? Tony?" he started, unwilling to beg but trying to find a way to get them to see reason.

"It's okay, Gibbs." Tony's voice was extra gravelly now, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight. "We won't hurt you. Trust me..." Tony brushed a hand over Gibbs' chest before bending down to examine Gibbs' thigh with Abby.

Gibbs wished he could, but the loss of control and the unpredictability of Abby and DiNozzo were starting to wear on his patience.

"The femoral artery is here," she said, tracing his muscle. "But that is too deep and even though our saliva arouses, it would still hurt him. We want them to come and not scream in pain."

"So where then?" Tony asked.

Abby shrugged. "Finger, wrist, neck, throat, lips," she reached up to run a hand over Gibbs' mouth. "Doesn't he have a sensual mouth, Tony? But unless I'm really thirsty, I hit places where I can take a sip. It isn't like Caf Pow. I don't want to gulp it down unless I really need it and like I told you, that's where blood banks come in."

She was manipulating Gibbs' cock, keeping him hard, gripping him with the perfect amount of pressure.

"Abbs..."

"Gibbbssss," she dragged the word out, smirking.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Teaching Tony the ropes. Don't worry. You'll be fine. I'll do a little magic and you'll forget this ever happened." She leaned down, licking his pre-cum away with the flat of her tongue.

He'd vaguely heard her talking about her saliva arousing but he didn't expect the jolt of white heat to rip through his body, a physical climax without ejaculation. He groaned, throwing his head back, knowing that he was bearing his throat to Abby. "God..."

"You were right, Tony. Not only is he incredible naked, but he tastes so good. Know you didn't know that, but I know you wanted to, you little pervert." She looked at Gibbs, her thumb teasing the slit in the head of his cock.

"Tony's been a bad bad boy. He's had such a hard-on for you, my Silver Fox, that he can't keep his hand off himself. Last week, I caught him in your locker. What were you trying to find, Tony? A t-shirt he'd worn?"