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Word Count: 10 x 100
Timeline: Pre-Series; Episode Tag 02x10 Chained
Beta: avamclean who kept pushing for more...
Challenge: ncis_drabble; #131 Control
Crossposted: ncis_drabble; ncisfanfic; gibbs_dinozzo; gibbsbasement; ncis_fic; ncis_slash
Summary: It never registered with him that what he was doing could be considered wrong.
Just ignore me. Don't hit me. Just leave me the hell alone. Every ounce of his being was focused on those feelings as he stared up at the large form of his father looming over him. The large hand was raised, poised to strike, but it never fell. Then he heard his father's voice speaking with a strange monotone quality. "I'm through with you boy. Consider yourself disowned. My attorney will take care of your needs until you are eighteen." Then the man walked away without looking back and twelve-year-old Anthony DiNozzo realized he had taken control of his father.
Once he realized how his mysterious 'gift' worked, Tony couldn't resist the urge to use it time and again. When he was late on an assignment he would just think at his teacher and they would give him another day without hesitation. When he wanted to fit in with the kids at the military academy, he kept his thoughts focused and the kids circled around him. It never registered with him that what he was doing could be considered wrong. He felt that if he had the ability, then he should be able to use it. Then he lost control.
He was a senior and Jackie was a junior from the nearby all-girls school. They had been dating for several months; mainly hanging out with friends at the movies. However, one night he took her driving and they ended up on Cherry Hill. Kissing turned into roaming hands and before either knew it, their clothes had been pushed out of the way and they were stretched out on the back seat. It wasn't until they were driving home that Tony realized what Jackie's monotone voice meant. With his head hung over the toilet, he vowed to never lose control again.
The years passed and he found himself on the brink of leaving yet another city. Anytime he felt himself become too relaxed with the people around him, he ran. In Peoria, his captain started giving him the 'good' assignments when he was still fresh from the academy. In Philly, his girlfriend attacked a neighbor that was always pushing him for a date. Now, in Baltimore, his partner agreed with everything he said without question and it almost got them both killed. So when Special Agent Gibbs offered him a job, he accepted without hesitation. A new place meant better control.
It had been two years and somehow his control was still in place. Gibbs never gave in unless he was right; and even then it was iffy if the man would. Ducky never stopped telling his stories no matter how many times Tony wished he wouldn't. Abby always hugged him even when he tried to keep her an arm's length away. Kate… well, hell would freeze over before she gave in to his control. Each day he tried something small to see if the block on his ability had lifted. No matter what he did, he couldn't control his team.
After the fiasco with Jeffrey White, Tony found himself riding silently in Gibbs' car as the older man took him home. The back of his head itched where the blood had dried. He couldn't believe he had shot Jeffrey instead of talking the other man down. He had even volunteered a deal if Jeffrey cooperated. After years of controlling others, he felt used. He felt his stomach churn as he thought of how Jackie and all the others he had controlled over the years had felt. Then he was being led into his apartment, with Gibbs silently by his side.
Tony allowed Gibbs to lead him to the bathroom and didn't say anything as the man helped him clean off. It was as if something had snapped inside and Tony could no longer control anything. He couldn't even control himself. He lost track of time until he felt Gibbs' hand resting on his face, his thumb tracing small patterns on the stubble of his chin. "You don't have keep control all the time, Tony," Gibbs said quietly. "You can't control me. Nobody can. And I can make it where you don't have to worry about losing control with anyone else."
"It was you? All this time, it was you?" Tony latched on to the blue eyes that were shining back at him with emotions he had never seen. "It's always been me, DiNozzo. You influence people to do things you want them to do and I keep them from feeling that influence." Tony turned Gibbs' words around in his head. "You mean, I could never make you do something you didn't want to do? Never take control of you?" Gibbs just snorted in response and Tony took a chance. He turned his face and placed a kiss on Gibbs' hand.
Tony closed his eyes and held his breath as he waited for Gibbs' response. It felt like an eternity before he felt warm lips brush against his own and he blushed as a moan escaped his throat. Soon, Gibbs' tongue had worked its way into his mouth and dueled for dominance with his own. He slowly reached his hands up and wrapped them around Gibbs' strong back. As if waiting for a sign from him, Gibbs wrapped his own arms around him and began moving him towards the bedroom. "I don't want to control it anymore, Gibbs," Tony breathed out.
One night with Gibbs broke all of Tony's defenses. He didn't have to keep the constant vigilance on his thoughts and emotions. He didn't have to worry if one stray thought would lead to someone being hurt, emotionally or physically. He didn't have to worry if it was time to leave the home he had made for himself. He didn't have to wonder if Gibbs was in his bed because Tony's thoughts had made him be there. The next morning, Tony woke in Gibbs' arms and stared down into the blue eyes that greeted him. He gave up his control.