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Summary: Angel/Gibbs. For once, Angel finds himself not the alpha. Contains innuendo.

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NCIS > Angel-CenteredSnowpuppiesFR1514411142,19928 Jul 0828 Jul 08Yes

Angel grunted as his back collided with the elevator wall.

He grimaced at the fists clenched in the lapels of his jacket; he'd have to send it to the cleaners this afternoon.

"Start talking."

Angel shifted nervously. Normally he was a take-charge kind of guy, but Special Agent Gibbs was seriously throwing him off his game. He was just so…intense.

"You know, this really is a nice office. Who's your decorator?" He winced as his head slammed into the wall.

"There's something you're not telling us." Gibbs leaned closer; his breath was warm against Angel's lips. "I've got a dead Marine and his killer is still at large, so I don't think you want to try my patience!"

"Right. Well," Angel hesitated; Gibbs didn't seem the type to believe in the supernatural, but he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to get away with half-truths, so he continued, "he was killed by vampires."


Gibbs remained expressionless, but Angel could feel the imminent slam hovering between them and shifted into game face—"Yes, vampires."—baring his fangs and letting Gibbs take a good look.

"Vampires." Gibbs didn't flinch, just studied Angel's altered features quietly.

Angel shook his head, slipping back into human guise.

"Yes…sir…Special Agent Gibbs." He shivered; the man had a stare that could eat through a N'walock's armor-plates.

"And you know how to find them?"

"With your help, it shouldn't take long."

"And containment?"

"Not a problem."

"Let's go." Gibbs nodded and Angel was released.

Angel cringed, trying to smooth the wrinkles from his jacket as Gibbs turned to open the elevator door.

"Oh, and one more thing…"

Distracted by his crumpled suit, Angel was unprepared—and he should have noticed; he was a vampire after all—for Gibbs to throw him into the wall again. A firm body pressed against him and he sucked in a breath as a knee slid between his legs, pressing a little too firmly against his balls for comfort.

"…you snack on my team and I'll make those pretty little fangs of yours look like toothpicks."

Without waiting for a reply, Gibbs turned and exited the elevator. Cupping his groin protectively, Angel hobbled into the office. He looked around a moment—he really did like what they'd done with the space—before his attention was captured by the way Gibbs' pants hugged his ass as he climbed the stairs. He felt a twinge between his legs that had nothing to do with his bruised balls.

He had a feeling he was going to enjoy this job.


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