FIC: Heat 1
Title: Heat
Author: KathGrey
Pairing: G/D (NCIS)
Genre: slash
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mother Nature can be a bitch when you are a centaur. Tony pays his dues to her whims.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, not earning money with this, just fun.
WARNING (please read): Self-indulgent fantasy Porn. Kink. AU. Darkish. Dubious consent. BDSM aspects, Creature!fic with a supernatural twist. Toys.
Author's note: This is not my usual stuff, a lot darker and kinkier, Heed the warnings. I made Tony into a hermaprhoditic quasi virgin, that should tell you what to expect.
!!!! Don't try any of this out at home, if you are adult enough to read it, you should be adult enough to know that, apart from none of us being a half horse, it would not work that way most of the time in real life. !!!!
One of my passions is the Greek antique. They were a fairly sensual, passionate cruel and creative people. I love the spartan pair bond. Not that any of them would approve of my story^^ and don't expect me to be accurate to my inspirational source. I took only the parts I wanted and put a twist on them. I compiled a Fact Sheet for those who are interested in the rules of this universe.
Beta read by mamamia1964, Thank you so much for your help Vicky. All remaining mistakes are my own.
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Part 1 (revised)
Tony felt his hind hooves connect forcefully with skin and bones and braced himself against the backlash. He couldn't afford to lose his own balance. His opponent stumbled, just like Tony had hoped he would, and cried out in pain. It didn't take much afterward, grabbing a shoulder, a twist, swiping the legs out from under the stallion to take him down. The edge of one of Tony's front hooves against the jugular made sure that the light bay damn well stayed down, with his nose pressed into the sawdust covered arena floor.
Tony would never, ever be able to watch 'Fight Club' again and enjoy it. And wasn't that a pity, until two days ago that had been one of his absolute favorites.
Grateful for the short reprise his victory had bought him, Tony greedily sucked more air into his burning lungs and swiped the stinging sweat from his brows. He could feel countless eyes on him, assessing, incredulous. Excited. Voyeuristic bastards that called themselves the leaders of their society. He would have loved to match those stares to faces. Not knowing who observed this travesty bothered him a lot, but in contrast to the brightly lit arena the balcony was shrouded in darkness, denying him his wish.
He looked down, concentrated on the matter at hand.
“Yield,” Tony demanded and enforced it with a little more pressure against the other centaur's neck. The furious glint in the downed stallion's eyes was all the warning Tony got but it was enough. Tony removed his hoof only to let himself fall forward and use his training and his weight to pin down his opponent in a secure hold before the other male could do more than tense his muscles. The stallion either couldn't believe that he had been defeated or he still thought this was a typical dominance game. Stupid, that piece of defiance could have cost the idiot his windpipe and hey, his life, if Tony had chosen to further increase the pressure. What's his name, he had never even bothered to introduce himself to Tony, bucked and his free arm grappled uselessly against the ground, disturbing the covering and stirring up a lot of dust that immediately clung to their sweaty coats.
“Yield,” Tony angrily demanded again. Swear words were on the tip of his tongue. Appropriate companions to his order that would express his feelings, but if he started ranting now, he feared that he wouldn't be able to stop until all he could do was shriek and howl against the Fates and their sadistic love affair with one Anthony Dante DiNozzo.
Finally the stallion slumped under him. Tony held his breath, waited for the formal acknowledgment of defeat. Not waiting had nearly cost him yesterday. Nobody could say he didn't learn from his blunders.
“I yield.”
Tony couldn't distance himself from the other centaur fast enough and he didn't care that he wasn't graceful while getting his hooves under him and scrambling away. If it was up to him he would love to take a shower and get rid of the stranger's sweat on his skin and the sharp, musky odor in his nose. He ignored the desire to scratch himself, to dance around nervously. Ignored the wet liquid slowly soaking the chestnut colored fur on his hind legs.
He might not be able to see them, but he could hear the spectators well enough. The incredulous murmurs and hushed conversations. Why the surprise? By now, after denying four prospective studs, those arrogant bastards should have caught onto the fact that Tony wouldn't just stand there and let himself be mounted and ogled while he bent his neck and offered his ass to some stranger's will.
The latest wannabe heaved himself up. He was moving slowly and still looked like he couldn't believe what had happened. Every few steps he turned his upper body around and stared frog eyed at the exhausted centaur in the center of the arena. But by his own words he couldn't do more than slink away with his tail between his legs.
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Only after he passed the door, formally sealing the closure of their encounter, another centaur stepped out into the circular space. Tony tensed and could feel another adrenalin rush come up. One he would need dearly because his tired muscles were telling him that they alone wouldn't be able to carry him successfully through another confrontation.
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Part 2
Author: KathGrey
Pairing: G/D (NCIS)
Genre: slash
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mother Nature can be a bitch when you are a centaur. Tony pays his dues to her whims.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, not earning money with this, just fun.
WARNING (please read): Self-indulgent fantasy Porn. Kink. AU. Darkish. Dubious consent. BDSM aspects, Creature!fic with a supernatural twist. Toys.
Author's note: This is not my usual stuff, a lot darker and kinkier, Heed the warnings. I made Tony into a hermaprhoditic quasi virgin, that should tell you what to expect.
!!!! Don't try any of this out at home, if you are adult enough to read it, you should be adult enough to know that, apart from none of us being a half horse, it would not work that way most of the time in real life. !!!!
One of my passions is the Greek antique. They were a fairly sensual, passionate cruel and creative people. I love the spartan pair bond. Not that any of them would approve of my story^^ and don't expect me to be accurate to my inspirational source. I took only the parts I wanted and put a twist on them. I compiled a Fact Sheet for those who are interested in the rules of this universe.
Beta read by mamamia1964, Thank you so much for your help Vicky. All remaining mistakes are my own.
.-#-.
Part 1 (revised)
Tony felt his hind hooves connect forcefully with skin and bones and braced himself against the backlash. He couldn't afford to lose his own balance. His opponent stumbled, just like Tony had hoped he would, and cried out in pain. It didn't take much afterward, grabbing a shoulder, a twist, swiping the legs out from under the stallion to take him down. The edge of one of Tony's front hooves against the jugular made sure that the light bay damn well stayed down, with his nose pressed into the sawdust covered arena floor.
Tony would never, ever be able to watch 'Fight Club' again and enjoy it. And wasn't that a pity, until two days ago that had been one of his absolute favorites.
Grateful for the short reprise his victory had bought him, Tony greedily sucked more air into his burning lungs and swiped the stinging sweat from his brows. He could feel countless eyes on him, assessing, incredulous. Excited. Voyeuristic bastards that called themselves the leaders of their society. He would have loved to match those stares to faces. Not knowing who observed this travesty bothered him a lot, but in contrast to the brightly lit arena the balcony was shrouded in darkness, denying him his wish.
He looked down, concentrated on the matter at hand.
“Yield,” Tony demanded and enforced it with a little more pressure against the other centaur's neck. The furious glint in the downed stallion's eyes was all the warning Tony got but it was enough. Tony removed his hoof only to let himself fall forward and use his training and his weight to pin down his opponent in a secure hold before the other male could do more than tense his muscles. The stallion either couldn't believe that he had been defeated or he still thought this was a typical dominance game. Stupid, that piece of defiance could have cost the idiot his windpipe and hey, his life, if Tony had chosen to further increase the pressure. What's his name, he had never even bothered to introduce himself to Tony, bucked and his free arm grappled uselessly against the ground, disturbing the covering and stirring up a lot of dust that immediately clung to their sweaty coats.
“Yield,” Tony angrily demanded again. Swear words were on the tip of his tongue. Appropriate companions to his order that would express his feelings, but if he started ranting now, he feared that he wouldn't be able to stop until all he could do was shriek and howl against the Fates and their sadistic love affair with one Anthony Dante DiNozzo.
Finally the stallion slumped under him. Tony held his breath, waited for the formal acknowledgment of defeat. Not waiting had nearly cost him yesterday. Nobody could say he didn't learn from his blunders.
“I yield.”
Tony couldn't distance himself from the other centaur fast enough and he didn't care that he wasn't graceful while getting his hooves under him and scrambling away. If it was up to him he would love to take a shower and get rid of the stranger's sweat on his skin and the sharp, musky odor in his nose. He ignored the desire to scratch himself, to dance around nervously. Ignored the wet liquid slowly soaking the chestnut colored fur on his hind legs.
He might not be able to see them, but he could hear the spectators well enough. The incredulous murmurs and hushed conversations. Why the surprise? By now, after denying four prospective studs, those arrogant bastards should have caught onto the fact that Tony wouldn't just stand there and let himself be mounted and ogled while he bent his neck and offered his ass to some stranger's will.
The latest wannabe heaved himself up. He was moving slowly and still looked like he couldn't believe what had happened. Every few steps he turned his upper body around and stared frog eyed at the exhausted centaur in the center of the arena. But by his own words he couldn't do more than slink away with his tail between his legs.
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Only after he passed the door, formally sealing the closure of their encounter, another centaur stepped out into the circular space. Tony tensed and could feel another adrenalin rush come up. One he would need dearly because his tired muscles were telling him that they alone wouldn't be able to carry him successfully through another confrontation.
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Part 2