Fic: Heat 11
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Part 11 (revised)
“Uh, Ducky, would you...?” Tony had fetched an item from the shelf beside the box and held it out to his friend with a nervous smile on his face.
“Certainly.” Without commenting further Ducky pulled off his latex gloves and took the rolled up tail binding. That the kind man wasn't rubbing his nose in it made Tony love him a little bit more. In a purely platonic way, of course. The old centaur began to tell his charge a story about something he had seen as a young male, while traveling through Europe on his Grand Tour, a practice that had fallen out of favor before Tony had reached adulthood himself. Tony nearly zoned on Ducky's voice while the palomino thoroughly combed out Tony's tail and then braided it before beginning to wrap the white cloth firmly around the base of the tail, down to where the bony part ended.
“That tickles!” Tony complained and watched. In contrast to the stall they had been assigned before, which had lacked anything but the essentials, this one had a huge mirror on one wall. It had been hung at the perfect height to allow Tony to observe what his friend was doing. If he wanted to. For Tony there was no choice involved. He didn't want to, but he couldn't look away either, the same as the last two days. This horrified fascination was nothing new.
“You, my dear boy, are an awful whiner.” Ducky chastised him softly and folded the braid back on itself four times until it came to lie halfway over the already wrapped part. Then he resumed winding the bandage around it until only the bends betrayed the chestnut color of the hair. “Unless, of course, you are severely hurt, then you keep silent. It would be more logical the other way around. There you go, I'm finished. We might have to replace the bandage with a fresh one before you go into the arena.”
Tony was a bit of a hedonist and was not ashamed to show it, or to pamper himself with quality clothes that felt soft against his skin and made him look more handsome. Sleeping naked on expensive high threat count sheets? But of course, what else did you expect? He had always been very aware of his own body.
The evening after Ducky had explained what was happening to him, he had nearly torn his garments off in his haste to get naked the minute he reached the privacy of his apartment. Curled up with his knees to his chest and the soles of feet pressed to the surface of the huge mirror which covered the door to his wardrobe, his fingertips had brushing against the membrane that hid this strange new developing organ. He had fingered himself, cataloged every new sensation. After growing used to the way his body worked for 36 years trying to integrate this new aspect into the picture had been difficult.
It had taken Tony hours (and his lips turning blue from the cold) to wretch himself away from the mirror then. Now it was two months later, and he still hadn't been able to convince himself to let a particular section of his movie collection out of their exile in a cardboard box at the back of his storage room and back to his highly organized movie shelf. On the other hand, his hermaphrodite porn collection had grown substantially. For research purposes, DiNozzo style.
Not that any of those flicks had prepared him for the real deal.
Now, looking at his well fucked ass, reddened, swollen and with the holes opening and closing like hungry mouths, offset by the bound tail, reality couldn't be denied any longer. He'd done it. With Gibbs. Had sex. With Gibbs. And been - how did the expression go? -ridden hard and put away wet. By Gibbs.
Wow.
And just this moment he was watching Ducky set the stage for one crucial step further down the road for something Tony longed for. Mating. Always provided that he got it right and didn't fuck it up, like he had tonight. Tony took a deep breath and decided that thinking too hard would only make him crazy. Hadn't it been overthinking that had led him wrong tonight?
Occupied with his thoughts he had missed that Ducky had picked up something else.
It was a strip of soft, pristine white cotton. At one of the shorter ends of the trapezoid shaped thing the corners were connected by an adjustable strap, the two other corners sported a long thin strap each, freely dangling down.
“Do I want to know what that is for? It looks ridiculous.” Tony eyed the contraption dubiously.
Ducky rolled his eyes heavenward. Even his patience had limits. “I'm aware that this has not been designed by some famous fashion guru but I thought, maybe mistakenly, that you might want to lie down to sleep comfortably. This is called Thiamena's Shield, something that will keep your tender and swollen privates safe from making contact with all this scratchy straw.”
Well, that made it sound beneficial, yes. He could be forgiven for not making the connection, he had never seen a centaur in their natural form wear any clothing at all and this was a sort of panty hose? Tony still couldn't help the thought that he should count his blessings that the contraption was white and not some pale mint or, he shuddered, pink.
Ducky put the end with the adjustable strap around Tony's penis and testicles, tugged at it until it fitted comfortably. The thing now formed a pouch over his openings and the end with the dangling straps...
“Ducky, please tell me I did not just watch you decorate my poor tail with an elaborate white bow?”
The two centaurs stared at each other, Tony comically taken aback and Ducky serenely.
“Just promise me that you won't take a picture while I sleep for, I don't know, your personal 'The Mating of Anthony DiNozzo' LifeTime documentation.” It wasn't his best joke ever, it made it easily into the worst of list in fact, but Tony couldn't do better at the moment. It was either make fun of yourself or cry and out of the two he had always preferred the first option.
Ducky shook his head and led him to the bedding area. “Lie down. Catch as much rest as you can before the next major Heat wave hits you.”
Sleep was already dragging him under fast and before Tony drifted off completely he thought he heard a deep voice asking how he was doing and Ducky answering, but he couldn't rouse himself again. He snuggled deeper into his blanket and dreamed about being watched by clear blue eyes the whole night.
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