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by: Xanthe (Send Feedback)
Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 004 Word Count: 198504
Warning(s): BDSM, Kink
Character(s): Jethro Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo
Category(ies): Action/Adventure, Angst/Drama, First Time, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery, Romance
Summary: Tony decides that he wants more from Gibbs than headslaps. But can Gibbs be persuaded to love again, and is Tony prepared to confront the demons from his past and learn how to trust?
Extract: "You can belong to me, or to the past - but not both. You can't serve two masters."
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
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Two Masters: Part Two
Gibbs glanced at his watch and then back at the report he was reading. Tony was cutting it fine; he only had another couple of minutes if he was going to… Gibbs glanced up to see that a cup of coffee had appeared mysteriously on the side of his desk. He looked around and saw that Tony was sitting at his own desk, typing assiduously, eyes fixed on the screen. Gibbs gave a little grin; he knew that his sub was a fast learner, but even so, he was impressed.
He took a sip of the coffee to find that it was exactly as he liked it – not that he’d expected anything less. After eight years working together, Tony knew how he liked his coffee. Gibbs glanced across the room again to find Tony looking at him. Gibbs gave him an approving nod, and Tony turned back to his work with a small, satisfied smile.
They were quiet all morning – the entire team was busy finishing up the paperwork from a case they had completed the previous week. Gibbs noticed Tony shift in his seat every so often, no doubt feeling the butt plug he’d put there. Gibbs wanted him to feel it. He wanted him to be in no doubt that his status had changed, and he had new responsibilities now.
Three hours later, Tony approached his desk holding the file containing his report. Instead of placing it on the desk, Tony crouched down beside him submissively.
“Here’s my report, Boss. Want me to wait here while you read it?” he asked. Gibbs liked the idea of Tony kneeling beside him while he read his report, but he decided it was too conspicuous.
“No – you can go back to your desk and round up all the ancillary reports I asked for.”
Tony nodded and got to his feet briskly. “On it, Boss!”
Gibbs read through Tony’s report slowly, noting that it was the best report Tony had ever presented to him. Clearly, Tony had taken onboard his message about the 24/7 nature of his submission – and he’d probably had the chalkboard in his mind’s eye while he’d been typing up the report.
Gibbs finished reading, got up, and walked towards the elevator. “DiNozzo – with me,” he barked, as he passed Tony’s desk. He saw Ziva and McGee exchange glances.
“I do not think Gibbs was very impressed with your report, Tony,” he overheard Ziva say as Tony got up from his chair.
“When is he ever?” McGee cracked. “Must be really bad if he’s taking you into the elevator to yell at you, Tony.”
“Why thank you, Probie dearest. Your concern for my welfare is duly noted,” Tony threw back at him. Then Gibbs heard him running up behind him.
The elevator doors opened, and they both stepped inside. No sooner had the doors shut than Gibbs turned, took hold of Tony, and pushed him back against the mirrored wall. Then he snapped his hand onto the emergency button, bringing the elevator to a creaking halt and plunging them into semi-darkness.
Gibbs kicked Tony’s legs apart and kept him pinned back against the elevator wall with his body, their groins pressed so close that he could feel the leather strapping around Tony’s cock through his pants.
“Uh…Boss – did I do something wrong?” Tony croaked. “I tried really hard on the report. Was the coffee cold?”
“No. The coffee and the report were both good. This is by way of a reward,” Gibbs purred in Tony’s ear.
He undid Tony’s tie, ripped his fingers through the top buttons of his shirt, and opened it. He put his hand in Tony’s hair, gripping it firmly, and pulled Tony’s head to one side, exposing his neck. Then he leaned in and kissed the soft skin. Tony gave a helpless moan. Gibbs held him in place and sucked down harder. Tony gasped, and his hands came up and grabbed hold of Gibbs’s hips. Gibbs nipped down gently on Tony’s neck, grazing the skin, getting Tony used to the sensation – and then, without warning, he bit down hard. Tony gave a squawk and convulsed beneath him, but Gibbs held him in place while he marked him.
Then he eased off. He sucked gently at the tortured piece of skin, and then licked at it tenderly, before finally releasing his grasp on Tony’s hair. He took a step back and looked at his handiwork. There was a perfect red bite mark on Tony’s neck. It marked him as Gibbs’s property, and Gibbs felt his cock swell at the thought of his sub bearing such a clear symbol of his ownership.
He swung Tony around so that he could look at himself in the mirror. Tony put up his hand to touch the mark, but Gibbs batted it away.
“Don’t touch – just look.” He traced the mark with his fingertips, watching Tony’s face in the mirror the entire time. “You're marked now,” Gibbs purred into Tony’s ear. "That's my mark on my sub."
The look of pleasure on Tony’s face made Gibbs’s cock harden even more. He leaned in and kissed Tony’s neck, sliding his hand down the back of Tony’s pants as he did so. He found the butt plug and pushed on it, watching in the mirror as Tony’s skin flushed a deep pink colour.
“One day, I’ll bring you in here and fuck this tight hole,” Gibbs promised, and he thought he would come from the expression on Tony’s face alone. “But for now…this will have to do.”
He turned Tony around again and pushed him onto his knees in front of him. Then he pulled Tony’s undone tie away from his shirt.
“Close your eyes,” he commanded. Tony obeyed instantly, and Gibbs fastened the tie over his sub’s eyes. Tony looked so good on his knees, with his dom’s bite mark on the side of his neck, blindfolded with his own tie, his hair dishevelled from where Gibbs had grasped it earlier.
“Open your mouth,” Gibbs ordered. Tony did as he was told with a little grin, clearly anticipating what was coming next.
Gibbs opened his fly and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. He slid it between Tony’s open lips and sank himself deep into that warm, welcoming heat.
Gibbs used him as fast and hard as he had the previous day. Now was not the time to teach Tony the finer points of giving oral sex – now was just about reminding him who he was and rewarding him for his behaviour this morning.
He came with a low growl of pleasure and pumped down Tony’s throat. Tony swallowed gratefully and then licked his cock clean with little darts of his tongue, just as he had the previous day, without needing to be told. Gibbs allowed him this service and then withdrew and tucked his cock away in his pants again.
Then he leaned down and kissed Tony on the lips he’d just so comprehensively fucked. Tony moaned and pressed against him. He was so incredibly and pleasingly submissive. It was all Gibbs could do to tear himself away, but he forced himself to do it. He undid the tie from around Tony’s eyes, and Tony blinked up at him from happy, dreamy eyes.
“Enjoy your reward?” Gibbs asked.
“Yes, Boss,” Tony replied with a wide grin.
“Good. Now go get lunch for the team.” Gibbs pulled some bills out of his wallet and stuffed them into Tony’s jacket pocket. He saw Tony’s eyes flash. “What was that?” he asked.
“What was what?”
“That look when I gave you the money. Oh…” Realisation hit Gibbs, and he grinned. “You got a rent boy fantasy, Tony?”
Tony flushed. “Well I didn’t think I did until just now, Boss!” he complained. “But yeah, now you mention it, I think I do.”
“Good. We’ll play with that another time.” Gibbs patted his cheek affectionately.
He pulled Tony to his feet and hit the elevator switch to get them moving again. Tony started to button up his shirt, but Gibbs stopped him.
“Leave it. I want to see my mark on you whenever I look at you.”
“Boss!” Tony protested. “Ziva and McGee will give me hell if I come back from lunch looking like I just got laid!”
Gibbs grinned and patted his cheek again. “I’m sure you can handle Ziva and McGee, Tony.” He wrapped Tony’s tie around his hand and stuffed it into Tony’s pocket. “No tie. Shirt open so I can see that mark all day. And whenever I do, I’m gonna remember just how good you looked on your knees, blindfolded, marked, and with my cock in your mouth.”
The elevator doors opened, and Gibbs got out. He turned to see Tony standing there, mouth open, looking almost speechless.
Tony shook his head. “No, Boss. Shirt open so you can remember what we did just then. I got it. You really are a bastard,” he muttered under his breath.
Gibbs grinned at him and was about to reply when Tony held up his hand.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, one more on the board ‘cause you really hate being called names – even when they’re true,” he added, just as the elevator doors closed on him.
Gibbs was chuckling away to himself as he walked the few steps to Abby’s lab. He felt relaxed and sexually satisfied; having a 24/7 sub definitely had its perks.
Tony returned to the squad room half an hour later bearing a bag of deli sandwiches. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, and he could *feel* the bite mark on his neck, bright red and so very conspicuous. It might as well have been a neon sign. He was acutely aware of it, and his fingers twitched with the desire to pull his shirt over it. At the same time he liked how it felt – he got a surge of pride every time he thought about how Gibbs had "rewarded" him in the elevator. It had been hot, rough and exciting, and he loved having Gibbs's mark on his skin.
He quietly deposited Ziva's lunch on her desk and did the same for McGee without making his usual jokes. Then he approached Gibbs's desk. His top glanced up, and his gaze went immediately to the mark on Tony's neck. Tony was about to glare at him when he noticed that Gibbs wasn’t amused by his discomfort. Instead, he was looking at the mark with an expression of proud ownership. Tony realised that Gibbs had meant what he said back in the elevator – he really *did* want to look at the mark on Tony's neck and remember how he'd put it there. Tony placed Gibbs's lunch on his desk, and then he slipped silently back to his own desk and unwrapped his sandwich.
Ziva glanced up, looking surprised by the uncharacteristic silence in which lunch had been delivered.
"Thank you, Tony," she said politely, reaching for her sandwich. "I hope it is something edible this time."
"Hey – I thought you liked the peanut butter, chicken and mango combo I bought you last time!"
Her eyes narrowed. "I thought I made my feelings perfectly clear when I spat it out in your waste basket."
Tony took a mouthful of his sandwich and munched on it happily, grinning at her.
"How much do I owe you, Tony?" McGee asked, glancing up from his own work.
"Nothing – lunch was on Gibbs today," Tony said cheerfully.
"Uh, thank you, Boss," McGee said, his eyes wide with surprise in response to Gibbs's rare generosity.
"You all did a good job on the case – and I want the paperwork wrapped up by the end of today," Gibbs replied, barely glancing up from his work.
Tony clicked onto his emails and began reading, munching on his sandwich as he worked. He was so engrossed that he was oblivious to what was going on around him – until he looked up to find Ziva and McGee standing in front of his desk, arms folded across their chests, with dual raised eyebrows.
"What?" Tony demanded around his mouthful of sandwich.
"Is there something you would like to tell us, DiNozzo?" Ziva asked, her gaze fixed, none-too-subtly, on the bite mark on his neck.
"That's quick work even for you, Tony," McGee added, a smug smile on his face. "You were only gone for half an hour."
"Does your new girlfriend work in the deli, Tony?" Ziva asked.
"What makes you think I didn't have it when I came in this morning?" Tony asked, smiling at them pleasantly.
"It is possible – your shirt was buttoned then," Ziva mused. "But I think not. It looks too fresh for that."
"You know, Ziva – I think his new girlfriend is probably a vampire," McGee said, putting his finger up to his own neck and fingering it thoughtfully.
"You might be right, McGee," Ziva nodded. She leaned in close and examined the mark on Tony's neck. "Looks painful," she commented. "I hope she did not suck all your blood, Tony."
"We wouldn't want you fainting at your desk this afternoon," McGee added.
Tony glanced across the room to where Gibbs was sitting, reading through McGee's report. To all intents and purposes, he looked completely disinterested in the conversation currently going on around Tony's desk, but Tony saw the little glimmer of a grin on his lips. Well two could play at that game. If Gibbs was going to have some fun with this, then Tony sure as hell was too.
"Aw, I think the 'all-my-girlfriends-are-virtual’ probie and the 'never-gets-out-much’ Mossad officer are jealous," Tony said, sitting back in his chair and flicking open his shirt even more to completely display the mark. "I'm guessing it's been a while since either of you got laid," he added in his most patronising tone. He put his hands behind his head and grinned at them.
"You know, some of us manage to keep the details of our private lives to ourselves," McGee retorted. "That's why they're called *private* lives, Tony."
"Was she hungry, Tony?" Ziva asked, pointing at the bite mark. "That is a very deep bite. I think she must have been starving."
"Ravenous," McGee agreed.
"Well, it is lunchtime," Tony pointed out.
"And it looks as if *you* were on the menu," Ziva said archly.
Tony laughed. "Can I help it if I'm irresistible? Or if someone found me good enough to eat?" he purred, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"That is disgusting." Ziva made a face.
"Aw – you *say* that, but really you want all the juicy details," Tony grinned.
"I do not!" Ziva protested.
"I do," McGee said eagerly.
"McGee! Do not encourage him!" Ziva said reprovingly. Then she perched on the side of Tony's desk, her head on one side, her gaze fixed on the bite mark. "Okay," she sighed. "Tell us everything. Now!"
"Don't leave anything out." McGee sat down on the side of the filing cabinet behind Tony's desk. "What's she like? How old is she? Please tell me she's at least thirty this time, Tony."
"Definitely at least thirty," Tony replied, still grinning. "In fact, she's older than me."
"You're having an affair with an older woman?" Ziva looked astounded. "Wonders will never decease."
"It's cease, Ziva, and hey – I'm not that shallow!" Tony protested.
Ziva and McGee glanced at each other and then burst out laughing.
"Yeah, you really are, Tony," McGee said. "Come on – details."
"Hmmm." Tony steepled his fingers together and glanced over at Gibbs, who had given up any pretence at working and was sitting back in his chair, watching the proceedings with an amused gleam in his eye. That was like a challenge to Tony – and one he accepted with relish. "Well, she's hot," he told his eager audience. "Tall – almost as tall as me. Deep blue eyes – really deep, really blue. Fantastic figure." He shot a little smirk in Gibbs's direction and got a raised eyebrow in return. "And she has these really, really big – and I mean enormous, huge…" He made an extravagant shape in the air. "…hands," he finished with a sly wink. Ziva snorted, and McGee rolled his eyes. "And great legs. Long – very long, leading up to an extremely fine ass."
"Forget about her ass! Does she also have a personality, Tony?" Ziva demanded.
"Sure. I think you'd call it…explosive," Tony grinned, glancing at Gibbs mischievously out of the corner of his eye. "To be honest, she's kind of moody, but I forgive her because she's so incredibly hot."
"Moody?" McGee queried.
"Yeah – expects me to cater to her every whim and gets kind of grouchy if I don't jump to it every time she wants something."
Ziva frowned. "She does not sound very nice."
"She can be." Tony fingered the mark on his neck again. "She's surprising."
"Does she have a name, Tony?" McGee asked.
"Sure," Tony shrugged. "But I like to call her my little snugglebuns." He thought he heard a strangled sound coming from Gibbs's desk. "Or honeybreath. Or sweetiepie."
Ziva arched an eyebrow. "I am surprised you are still alive then," she commented. "If you were my boyfriend, you would be dead before your body hit the floor if you called me any of those things."
"And that, my dear Ziva, is why you and I must never date," Tony told her with a cheerful smile. "That and the fact that we are completely incompatible and have absolutely nothing in common."
Ziva glared at him. "I would rather date McGee than you!" she snapped, and then she turned on her heel and returned to her desk.
"Hey!" McGee said, and then he thought about it. "Was that a compliment or an insult?"
"I think she said she liked you," Tony told him. "You could be in with a chance there, Probie."
"You really think so?" McGee's eyes lit up.
Tony snorted. "Don't be an idiot, Probie. Besides…" He pulled McGee’s head down so that he could speak directly into his ear. "She's Mossad, Probie. They're like praying mantises – they have to kill each other after sex. It's in the Mossad rule book. Something about keeping them combat-ready at all times."
"Really?" McGee looked startled.
Tony gave him a look of disbelief. "No, not really, Probie! C'mon! How can I ever stop treating you like you were born yesterday when you keep behaving like you were born yesterday?"
McGee glared at him and slunk back off to his desk. Tony finished his sandwich and then got up and went to the men's room. He was about to use the urinals when he remembered the chastity device on his cock. He really didn’t want any nosy co-worker catching sight of it, so he went into a stall instead.
He finished up and was washing his hands when someone came in – and next thing he knew, he was being pulled around and then pushed into the stall he’d just vacated. The door was slammed behind him, and he found himself face to face with those very deep, very blue eyes he'd mentioned earlier.
"Snugglebuns?" Gibbs queried. "Honeybreath? *Sweetiepie*?"
"You wouldn't like me calling you any of those things?" Tony asked innocently. "You shoulda said! You never mentioned a rule against terms of endearments, and if it isn't a rule you can't punish me for it."
Gibbs grinned at him and pushed him back against the wall. "Newsflash, Tony; I can punish you for anything I like, any time I like. Now tell me, were you having fun back there?"
Tony gave a wide grin. "Oh yeah!"
"I thought so. So I'm gonna give you the chance to do it all over again."
Gibbs grinned dangerously, and then he pushed Tony's head over in the opposite direction to before, and next thing Tony knew Gibbs's mouth was clamped down hard on his neck again.
"Oh shit," he hissed, putting his hands on Gibbs's hips to steady himself.
Gibbs sucked for a little while, and Tony braced himself for what was coming next. Sure enough, Gibbs bit down, gently at first, and then he sank his teeth in with more force, making Tony squeak. His stupid cock seemed aroused by the whole thing and made a desperate and pointless bid for freedom while Gibbs marked him for the second time in one day.
It was hard to stay still and in place while his top bit him, but Tony managed it somehow. There was something about surrendering to Gibbs that was totally addictive. A dozen vampire movies flashed through his mind, but none of them were as darkly sexual and possessive as what Gibbs was doing to him right now. Then Gibbs released him. He examined the new mark on Tony's neck and then leaned in and licked it in a strangely intimate and affectionate gesture.
Gibbs drew back. "Twice in one day. You're a lucky boy, Tony."
"Yeah. Lucky. I knew there was a word for it," Tony groused.
Gibbs opened the stall door and pushed Tony over to the mirror. He stood behind Tony again and pulled his shirt open at the top so that both marks were fully visible. The new one was the mirror of the first – and they were on either side of his neck, the perfect matching pair. Tony liked the way his top was looking at them – as if he couldn't wait to strip Tony naked and bestow more marks on his bare skin. Tony shivered with arousal. Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
"Just thinking…you could mark me someplace else," Tony admitted.
"Yeah." Gibbs's right hand moved down and patted his ass. "I could."
“Boss – please tell me I don’t have to go back out there and face Ziva and McGee again,” Tony sighed. “They’re never gonna let this drop.”
“You finish all the reports I asked for?”
“Then you don’t have to go back out there and face Ziva and McGee again.”
“I don’t?” Tony grinned at his top in the mirror.
“Hell no. You can spend the rest of the afternoon helping Abby out downstairs.”
“Thank you,” Tony said in a heartfelt tone.
“Of course it’ll cost you,” Gibbs said, a little smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Tony glared at him.
“How much?” he asked warily.
Gibbs ran his fingertips lightly over the bite marks on Tony’s neck, with a territorial pride that made Tony shiver. “For depriving me of the sight of these all afternoon? Ten on the chalkboard.”
“Ten?” Tony glared at him some more. He hadn’t earned many so far today but his ass was still sore from yesterday, and he had been hoping to get by without adding to the day’s tally too much.
“Ten,” Gibbs repeated firmly. “Your choice, Tony.”
Gibbs pressed a quick kiss to the back of Tony's neck and left the room. Tony stared at himself in the mirror. It was very irritating being Gibbs’s sub, he decided, but he had to admit he was enjoying himself enormously, despite the difficulties. He trailed his fingers along the edge of one of the bite marks. Gibbs was right – they were too damn good to cover up.
In the end, he decided to take the extra swats and went down to Abby's lab for the rest of the afternoon. She took one look at his matching bite marks and gave him a massive smirk.
"Someone got lucky!"
"Yeah. Someone did." He winked at her happily.
She did a double take, staring at him intently.
"What?" he demanded.
"You – you look like I haven't seen you look in ages. You used to look this way after Gibbs head-slapped you. Hey – did Gibbs start head-slapping you again?"
"Kinda," Tony shrugged.
"Good," Abby said, turning back to her computer screen. "Because that whole weird not head-slapping you thing was freaking me out."
"Yeah. And me," Tony grinned.
Abby glanced at him with a big smile. "The bite marks suit you, Tony. It's a good look for you. Hey – did you hook up with a vampire?"
Tony sighed and rolled his eyes. "Not you too, Abs. No, I didn’t hook up with a vampire."
"But you're being topped by someone, right?" she asked. "Someone who knows what they're doing too."
"What?" Tony stared at her.
"Hey – I've played, I've tied guys up, I've topped. I know the signs!" Abby laughed. "I bet if you roll back your sleeves there are cuff marks on your wrists."
Tony peeked surreptitiously under his shirt sleeves. "Nope," he said. Then again, Gibbs hadn't actually tied him up yet.
"Okay – but you definitely have marks on your ass from being spanked," she said cheerfully.
Tony nearly choked. "I do not!" he protested too loudly and too fast, feeling his face flush. Maybe hanging out down here hadn't been such a good idea after all.
"Sure you do!" Abby laughed. "I'm so pleased for you, Tony! I knew that if you could just find the right top you'd be happy."
"What makes you so sure I'm a sub?" Tony asked. Abby laughed uproariously. Tony glared at her. She stopped laughing.
"Oh – sorry – you meant that seriously?"
"I did," he said stiffly.
"Uh. Okay. Well, just that you're about the subbiest guy I ever met, Tony. Not in the sense of being weak – uh-uh - but then the best subs are strong guys, like you. No, in the sense of you always seeming like a guy who needed to find the right kind of top to balance you out and make you feel like you have someone to belong to. When Gibbs was slapping you around it really helped you, but I noticed you've looked kind of like a lost puppy ever since he stopped."
"Well, now he's started again, so that's okay," Tony said swiftly. He glanced around the lab, trying to think of a way to change the subject. "So – can I help you with anything?" he asked eventually.
Abby rolled her eyes. "You hiding, Tony?"
"Yes," he replied bluntly. "It's Ziva and McGee – I don't want them to see…" He pointed his finger in the direction of his marked neck.
"You could just do up your shirt," Abby commented helpfully.
Tony made a face. "No. I really couldn't," he sighed.
Abby stared at him some more. "Oh!" she said eventually. "Your top is totally evil! I like it! Okay – you can help me with this. But don't touch anything unless I say so."
Tony gave her a grateful smile. He’d just earned himself another ten swats with whatever devilish implement Gibbs intended to use on his poor ass this evening, but he thought it was worth it if it meant avoiding McGee and Ziva for the rest of the day.
Gibbs left work at 6 p.m. – the earliest he’d left in years. He found himself whistling as he drove home and smiling benignly at the other drivers on the road. He couldn’t remember when he’d last felt this good. He’d expected Tony’s training to be intensive and possibly difficult, but he hadn't expected it to be this much fun. He’d forgotten how exhilarating it was to spar with Tony, and have Tony give back as good as he got. Gibbs would always be in charge, and Tony would never forget that, but Tony could be so damn funny.
Gibbs realised that he’d dug himself into a dour little world of his own making these past few years. He remembered a time, before Kate had been killed, when he’d joked around with his team and life had seemed less grim and serious. He'd still got the job done but with more of a human face. Back then, he’d handed out head-slaps by the dozen to Tony and laughed at his often amusing responses. For the most part, it had been a game – and one that made them both happy.
Now he felt as if he’d got that old relationship back – only even better. Of course, it had been an easy work day – no cases to solve, just paperwork. There was no way Gibbs would have allowed himself the indulgent pleasures of the day if they’d been working on something more important.
Gibbs drew up at his house, parked the car, and went inside. He had instructed Tony to follow him and sure enough, a few minutes later, he heard Tony’s car outside. He'd left the door open as usual, and Tony sauntered in, looking as bright-eyed and relaxed after their first day at work as dominant and submissive as Gibbs felt.
Tony grinned at him, all jaunty swagger and bright, shiny smile. Gibbs’s gaze fell on the bite marks on his sub’s neck, and his cock swelled at the sight. He crooked his finger to beckon Tony over, and, as eagerly as a bouncy puppy, Tony trotted up to him. When he got close, Gibbs reached out, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him the rest of the way.
He wrapped one hand in Tony’s hair, drew him in with his other hand, and then plundered his mouth in a long, deep kiss. Tony moaned, bucking against Gibbs’s groin hopefully. Gibbs released him, and Tony stood there, gasping pathetically.
“Strip. Now,” Gibbs ordered, removing his own jacket and throwing it onto the couch. Tony obeyed him instantly, and within seconds he was standing in front of his top – naked except for the chastity device wrapped around what was clearly a straining, eager cock.
“Please say you’re gonna take this thing off me, Boss,” Tony begged.
“Sure. I want to see my sub in all his glory,” Gibbs grinned, fishing the key out of his pocket and unlocking the little padlock.
He removed the leather device, and Tony’s cock immediately leapt to attention, hard, needy and leaking. Gibbs grasped it firmly, and Tony gave a moan of pure frustration. He thrust against Gibbs’s hand, rutting into it, desperately seeking release.
“You need to get used to being handled, Tony,” Gibbs said, sliding his hand along Tony’s cock in time to his sub’s thrusts.
“Handled?” Tony gasped, as he moved hips frantically.
“Handled,” Gibbs confirmed. He slid his hand down and cupped Tony’s balls firmly. Tony gave a strangled yelp.
“Boss, please, I swear you’ve gotta let me come, or I’ll go insane,” he begged.
“You can come.” Gibbs shrugged.
“Oh thank God!” Tony immediately slapped his hand down on his cock and began pumping.
“But if you do, you go straight on punishment detail,” Gibbs reminded him.
Tony gave a yell of sheer frustration. “No! C’mon, Boss. Please! C’mon!”
“I’m training you, Tony. You gotta get used to being handled without expecting to get off,” Gibbs told him. “It’s a state of mind – and you’re nowhere near it right now.”
“But I want SEX!” Tony protested. “I want to come. I want to come now. Right now. Right this minute!”
“I know.” Gibbs shrugged. "But you don't get to make that decision any more. I do. And I say no."
Seeing Tony like this was testing his own limits too. He wanted nothing more than to bend Tony over the couch and fuck him into it until they were both boneless and sated, but that wasn't the way to do this.
Gibbs was testing himself as a dom – it had been a while, and he had to find his own sense of sexual power and control again. This was a good way of grounding himself and doing just that.
After his relationship with Jenny had broken down, he'd spent some time with Walter Skinner, and his former gunny had taught him a lot about how to inhabit his top space – amongst other things. He'd learned that he had to master himself before he could master a submissive, and refusing to give in to his own desire to fuck Tony right now was a good way of achieving that mastery. It was hard – he wanted Tony so much – but he knew that by holding back now, and increasing the sense of anticipation for them both, it would be all the sweeter when he finally got to sink himself into his boy's fine, tight ass.
“Your body – this body…” Gibbs ran his hand down Tony’s hip and stroked the warm, soft skin on his flank appreciatively. “Is mine. I can handle it however I like – and you have to learn to accept that. Whether I’m spanking you, kissing you, or jerking you off and telling you that you can’t come.”
He slid his other hand along Tony’s straining erection, and Tony let out a shaky breath.
“What’s the matter, DiNozzo? Can’t take the pace of being my sub?” Gibbs demanded. That worked, as he had known it would. Tony’s eyes flashed, and then he gave in with a groan. He rested his head on Gibbs’s shoulder, surrendering to him.
“I can take it, Gibbs. I told you that you can do anything you want to me, and I meant it. I can take it,” Tony said hoarsely.
Gibbs stroked Tony’s flank again, loving the feel of the solid muscle under his fingertips. He allowed Tony the brief seconds of comfort and then drew back.
“Training first – then dinner,” he said. “Stand up straight – I want to examine you.”
Tony stood to attention, eyes straight ahead, hands by his side, his stance Marine-perfect. Gibbs gazed at him approvingly.
“Forgot you went to military academy,” he commented. Tony’s eyes flickered unhappily – and his cock drooped downwards. Gibbs frowned. “Not good times, Tony?”
Tony gave his bright, shiny smile. “Actually they were, Boss,” he replied cheerfully. “They were very good times.”
Gibbs got in close, right into Tony’s space. “What’s rule number two, Tony?”
“Don’t lie to you, Boss,” Tony replied immediately. “But I’m not lying to you! Military academy was cool. Definitely good times.”
Gibbs knew that Tony was telling the truth – so why the reaction when he’d mentioned it?
“Anything you want to tell me, Tony?” he asked quietly.
“Nope.” Tony shook his head, that bright smile still on his face.
Gibbs gazed at him for a long time, but Tony’s expression didn’t change. His gut told him that something was wrong, but he didn't want to push too much too soon. They’d only been in this new relationship for a couple of days – it might take a while before Tony felt comfortable enough to open up to him.
He understood his sub's reticence; it wasn't as if opening up was particularly easy for either of them. Gibbs was making a real effort to be more reachable in this relationship than he had in any other since Shannon, but it wasn't his natural inclination. He wanted this relationship to work though, and he was fully committed to making that happen, however hard it might be.
Gibbs kept one hand on Tony’s flank as he circled him. He observed every tiny thing about his sub’s body. He was a hard dom, but he was conscientious, and he wanted to be aware of even the slightest mark on Tony’s skin, or the smallest area of concern. He fingered Tony’s back, examining the almost faded marks from the whipping he’d given him the other night. Then he crouched down and ran his hands over Tony’s buttocks. He examined them intently, enjoying the sight of those very round, very white, globes of flesh.
“I didn’t use the paddle or the strap hard enough or for long enough to mark you yesterday,” he said.
“Uh, felt pretty hard, Boss.”
“Not hard enough to mark you. And you need to be marked, Tony.”
He felt the tremor pass through Tony’s body as he said that, and he stroked his sub’s bottom gently.
“Has to be done, Tony. Biting’s one thing…but these…” he pinched Tony’s left buttock firmly, and Tony gave a little whimper. “Need something more. Time you found out how the cane feels."
“It is?” Tony swallowed hard. “You sure? ‘Cause, you know, I’m fine with not knowing how that feels.”
Gibbs stood up and patted his sub’s face affectionately. “I’ll mark you after you’ve taken your day’s discipline,” he said.
“After?” Tony protested. “You’re going to cane me as well as use the strap and paddle?”
“Sure. Marking isn’t punishment. Marking is…” Gibbs put his fingers on one of the bite marks on Tony’s neck. “It's more personal. It’s about you and me. It’s about being owned. It’s not about punishment or discipline. I’ll mark you 'cause you’re mine, and I like seeing my marks on your body - and 'cause you need to know they’re there.”
“Really?” Tony looked unconvinced.
Gibbs gave him a wolfish grin. “Oh yeah. You’ll see. Position One.”
Tony blinked. Gibbs raised an eyebrow, and Tony scrambled immediately to get into position as he had been shown the previous day. He put his hands against the wall and thrust his ass out. Gibbs stood behind him and placed his hands on it, smoothing his thumbs over the firm flesh. He reached down, took hold of the butt plug, and removed it slowly and carefully. Tony exhaled in relief when it was gone.
“What’s the day’s tally, Tony?”
“Fifteen, Boss,” Tony replied, glancing at him over his shoulder.
That was what Gibbs made it too. “You’ll take them blindfolded,” Gibbs said, fastening the strip of leather over Tony’s eyes. “I want you to feel each stroke, so I'm gonna take my time.”
“Trust me, Boss, I really do feel each stroke!”
Gibbs grinned and reached for the paddle. He stood beside Tony, put one hand on Tony’s back, and swung back the paddle in readiness.
“What’s your safe word, Tony?” he asked. Tony’s body stiffened slightly under his fingertips, as if he wanted to throw off the hand that Gibbs was resting lightly on his back.
“Magnum,” he replied, after a moment’s beat.
Gibbs decided to let the almost imperceptible hesitation pass. “Count the strokes out loud this time,” he ordered.
He swung forward, making the first stroke firm, but barely more than a warm-up swat. Tony gave a little gasp.
“One,” he said.
Gibbs swung again, taking care to judge Tony’s reactions. He liked spanking his sub, but, just as importantly, he could tell that Tony liked it too. He might not always like the actual physical sensation, but he did like the act of surrender, and he liked the endorphin rush that came with a well applied spanking. Gibbs swung again, stoking the pain levels expertly with each new swat laid onto Tony’s rapidly reddening ass.
Halfway through, Gibbs swapped to the strap. He swung it down with a satisfying thwap, and Tony jumped. Gibbs waited. Nothing. Gibbs tapped Tony’s back with the strap.
“Uh…” Tony frowned.
Gibbs sighed. “If you forget the count, then I *will* make you start from the beginning.”
“Uh…eight!” Tony replied quickly.
Gibbs stroked his back briefly in acknowledgement and then laid down another one on Tony’s red ass. He loved the way Tony’s bottom glowed and warmed up as he worked.
“This looks good,” he told his sub, running a hand over Tony’s burning buttocks. “One day I'm gonna spend a few hours raising some colour on you.”
“A few *hours*? You’ll spend hours just spanking me?” Tony whimpered.
“Sure. We’ll take breaks, but yeah. Start off slow with my hand and build up to something really heavy.”
“Oh God,” Tony moaned, resting his head on his arms where they were pressed against the wall.
Gibbs grinned and swung again. His shoulders were loosening with each swing; it was so damn good to have a sub again!
Gibbs finished the day’s discipline tally, and Tony made to stand up. Gibbs put a hand on him to push him back down. “Not yet.”
He pushed Tony’s legs further apart and then knelt down behind him. He had been enticed by the changing colour of those firm globes of flesh, and even more so by his glimpses of the dark hole between them.
“Hold still,” he ordered, as he pried Tony’s butt cheeks apart. They were hot to the touch, and Gibbs felt his cock harden. God, he wanted to fuck this ass so much! He wanted to slide into all this slick, tight warmth and take Tony, hard and fast, without mercy. That wasn't an option right now – but there was something else he also wanted to do. He slid his tongue between those burning buttocks, and Tony let out a hoarse, incoherent shout. Gibbs drew back.
“I said, hold still,” he growled. “And remember, however good this is – and trust me, it’ll be good – you can’t come.”
“Got it, Boss!” Tony said swiftly, but Gibbs didn’t think he had. Not yet. Right now it was all new to him, and he was still playing at it. Gibbs hoped he really had got it by the time it came to fuck him. He wanted to know, when he finally sank his hard cock into Tony’s tight, virginal hole, that Tony understood what it meant to truly surrender to his dom’s will. He wanted to look into the eyes of a sub who was giving everything up to him, without expecting anything in return.
That was another reason why he had to wait. Tony needed this week, not only to be sure this was what he wanted, but also to learn how it was going to be. Gibbs wouldn’t fuck him until he was sure that lesson had gone home. And once he did fuck him…Gibbs knew it'd be a lifetime commitment for him after that. Once he'd fucked Tony, he'd want to keep him – forever - and he had to be sure that Tony really *got* that. It wasn't just fucking to Gibbs – it meant a hell of a lot more. And he wasn't sure that Tony, with his casual approach to sex and relationships, had really got his head around that yet.
Gibbs held Tony’s warm butt cheeks apart and dipped his tongue into that enticing hole again. He circled it, enjoying the scent of Tony’s inner body and loving the ecstatic moaning sounds his sub was making. He rimmed Tony for a long time, making his sub take the pleasure just as he’d made him take the punishment. Tony’s cock was hard again, and his whole body was quivering with the agony of not being able to come. Gibbs kept him shivering on the brink of that precipice for a long time, before finally drawing back.
He stood up and surveyed his sub approvingly. Tony was resting his forehead on the back of his hands and his body was bathed in a light sheen of sweat. His ass cheeks were still red, and he was moaning pathetically. Gibbs grinned. He’d get Tony ready for his ultimate surrender by the end of this week – it might not be easy, but he’d do it. He wouldn’t accept anything less.
“Well done.” He pulled Tony around, and Tony came into his arms, shuddering and gasping.
“That was just…oh God,” he whimpered.
“You did good.”
“You really aren’t going to let me come any time soon, are you?” Tony asked mournfully.
Gibbs pushed him back and unfastened the blindfold from around his head. “Nope,” he said. “Do you want to know *when* I’m going to let you come, Tony?”
“Damn it, Gibbs, yes!” Tony growled, blinking as he opened his eyes.
“When I’m inside you for the first time – when I’m fucking your ass like there’s no tomorrow and popping your sweet cherry. That’s when I’ll let you come, Tony. And from then on, you’ll only ever get to come when I’m inside you, unless I give you special permission some other time. Got that?”
Tony gazed at him, his mouth open, looking stunned. His cock was ramrod hard, sticking out straight in front of him.
"But don't worry," Gibbs grinned. "I'm gonna be making good use of your tight asshole at least once a day, sometimes more. So that’s how often you’ll get to come."
“Oh shit,” Tony whispered.
Gibbs grinned and patted his face affectionately. “C'mon – time to mark you. Then your day’s training will be over, and we can eat.”
He picked up the cane he’d bought the previous day and examined it carefully. It was good quality – he wouldn’t use anything but the best on his sub. He motioned Tony in the direction of the couch.
“Position two,” he ordered.
Tony walked over to the couch and arranged himself carefully over the back of it. He was bent from the waist, and Gibbs pushed him forward even more so that he presented a better target.
“This is a good position for marking,” Gibbs told him, running his hand over Tony’s still warm ass cheeks. “The angle keeps the ass firm and makes the mark clearer. Legs wider apart – I want the ass muscles held really tight, so you can’t clench.”
Tony did as he was told, and Gibbs adjusted him so that he was exactly in the right position. Then he took hold of the cane. It had been a long time since he’d marked a sub with a cane, but he’d always had a superb aim. He rested the cane on Tony’s buttocks.
“This will hurt,” he warned bluntly. “But it isn’t about the pain. It’s about taking the mark. As it’s not punishment, I won’t hold you in place, and I’ll give you time to get your breath back after each one. I’ll put three welts on you, but I won’t ask you to count.”
Tony shook in anticipation. Gibbs concentrated, and then he drew back his hand and delivered a hard stripe to Tony’s waiting backside.
There was a pause - and then a loud hollering sound. Tony stood up, his face red, his eyes startled.
“No!” he said in a strangled tone. “That was…that was…”
“Yeah. It hurt. I know.” Gibbs pointed back at the couch. “When you’re ready. Unless you want to say your safe word? If so, I’ll stop – and we'll do one a night for the rest of the week – you'll end up taking five instead of three, but it'll be spread out.”
A completely indecipherable expression settled into Tony’s eyes. His entire body convulsed in a shudder, but he looked grimly determined as he bent over the back of the couch again.
“You sure?” Gibbs asked, resting the cane against his ass a second time. The first welt had created a fine line across the centre of Tony’s ass, and he aimed the second one a little lower.
“Yes, I'm sure,” Tony replied, his voice muffled by the couch cushions. His knuckles whitened as Gibbs swung again, but this time he held position, panting to himself and whimpering in the aftermath of the stroke.
Gibbs decided it would go easier on Tony if he delivered it quickly, before his sub had too much time to think about it, so he brought the cane down fast, marking the skin a little bit lower again. Tony gave a strangled yelp and just lay there, panting, spread-eagled over the back of the couch.
“Good boy,” Gibbs said approvingly.
He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of seeing his marked, shaking boy just standing there, bent over, head down, submitting to him. It took his breath away. Tony looked so *good* marked, and he had taken the marking well.
Gibbs crouched down and licked the welts he’d just made, fascinated by how they felt and tasted under his tongue. Tony stayed in place, his body quivering, but Gibbs felt him begin to relax. Gibbs lapped at the welts soothingly for some time, until Tony’s ragged breathing had returned to normal. Then he drew him up, turned him around, pulled him close, and kissed him. Tony sagged against him, and Gibbs kissed him for a long time, knowing Tony needed the reassurance after the caning.
When he finally released him, Tony looked dazed. “That was intense, Boss.”
“I know, but you did good.” Gibbs tousled his hair affectionately. “Training is going really well.”
“Show me.” Tony glanced over his shoulder. “I have to see them.”
Gibbs led him along the hallway to the mirror at the far end. Tony took a deep intake of breath as he caught sight of the marks on his ass, and his face positively glowed.
“Good?” Gibbs asked, intrigued.
“Yeah. Good,” Tony replied, in a dreamy tone of voice.
Gibbs felt a surge of affection for his sub for learning such a hard lesson this evening. He'd never had a sub respond to him like this before. Jenny had always fought back, making every order a challenge, while Stan had acquiesced to everything without a murmur. Neither of them had responded like Tony, who was taking in each new aspect of his own submission with wonder and excitement. Gibbs pulled his sub close and gently spidered his fingers over the welts on his ass.
“My marks on my sub,” he purred into Tony’s ear. “Like it?”
“Yeah…like it.” Tony grinned. “Hurt like hell, but…damn it, I don’t know why, but I like knowing you put them on me.”
Gibbs ran a possessive hand over his sub’s body. “I know why,” he said, in that same low, throaty growl, straight into Tony’s ear.
“Why?” Tony asked, his face almost buried in Gibbs’s shoulder.
“Because you’re my sub, Tony, and you’re just getting a glimpse of what that really means. Not playing at it – but the deep stuff. It’s about being owned, Tony, about surrender, about taking whatever I hand out just because I’m your dom, and you wanna give it all up to me. It’s about finding out the kind of sub you are – the kind of sub you *really* are - deep inside.”
Tony nuzzled into his neck. “But I already know what kind of sub I am, Boss.”
Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
“I’m yours, Boss. Being your sub – that's not just what I am – it's who I am.”
Tony felt out of it as he pulled on his sweatpants and then perched cautiously on the side of the couch to start eating the pizza that had just been delivered. Gibbs had warned him about how addictive sub space could be, and he was definitely aware of that right now. They ate in silence, both of them still deep into the headspace of the night's training. Tony wasn't sure what he'd expected when he'd first blundered into that S&M bar a few nights ago, but it wasn't this. He'd had no idea that it would feel this *good* for a start. His entire body was humming with wellbeing, and he had a warm, relaxed sensation in the pit of his belly.
They finished eating, and Gibbs stuck a movie in the DVD player. Tony didn't even care what it was. He found himself moving, dream-like, so that he was lying on his side, stretched out full-length on the couch, his head on Gibbs's lap. He had been there a couple of minutes before he remembered that he'd told himself he wasn't going to do this needy, cuddling shit again.
He was about to move when Gibbs's hand came down and began stroking his hair. He battled with it for a moment, but in the end inertia won out. It just felt too good to keep lying here in the warm intimacy of his dom's embrace.
His ass was throbbing, but he liked how that felt. It was a symbol of Gibbs's ownership. His world was hazy and happy. He felt comfortable and at peace for the first time in years.
The movie ended, and, still in silence, they climbed the stairs together. Tony got undressed and cleaned his teeth, and then Gibbs bent him over the end of the bed and inserted a new plug. When he was done, Tony got up and kissed his dom's hand absently, without even knowing he was doing it. Gibbs looked surprised, but then he gave a little grin and tousled Tony's hair.
"Bed," he said, pointing at the mattress. Tony went without a word, still feeling hazy. He was asleep before Gibbs even turned out the light.
Tony woke at dawn. He lay there for a few minutes, wondering why he felt so good, and then he remembered the events of the previous night and smiled. His ass was still smarting, but his body felt relaxed. He'd slept better on this mattress on the floor than he ever had in the comfort of his own bed back in his apartment.
He got up to use the bathroom and then walked quietly back towards his mattress. He paused on the way – Gibbs was fast asleep in the bed, sprawled out on his back, snoring softly. Tony wondered what it would be like to crawl into bed beside him. He stood there for a moment, contemplating it. Could he do it without Gibbs waking? Maybe. But supposing he fell asleep, and Gibbs woke up to find him in the bed? Tony wasn't sure what the penalty for that would be, but, knowing Gibbs as he did, he was pretty sure it'd be severe.
He sighed and returned to his mattress on the floor. As he settled down, he realised that although Gibbs had plugged him the previous night, he hadn't put that God-awful chastity device on him again. The knowledge that his cock was *here*, within reach of his hand, made it spring hopefully to attention.
Tony slid his hand down and grasped it eagerly. He knew how to take care of it quickly and silently – years at boarding school had taught him both skills. There was no reason why Gibbs should ever find out. Tony was good at hiding things; he'd been doing it for most of his life.
He rubbed down hard, and then harder, keeping his breathing as regular as he could so as not to wake or alert Gibbs.
His mind went back to the previous night again. That rimming had been so damn hot. His cock ached at the thought of it. His mind wandered to later, lying with his head on Gibbs's lap, having his hair stroked – Gibbs had praised him for the way he had taken the caning… Damn it, his cock softened in his hand. He tried to focus on what had happened in the elevator and how hot it had been to have Gibbs's cock in his mouth. He was just starting to harden again when he remembered Gibbs telling him that he could only come when he was in his ass from now on. How would it feel to have Gibbs's big, hard cock thrusting into him? He touched the bite marks on his neck again. What would it be like to wear that soft leather collar Gibbs had bought for him? What would it feel like to be collared, and naked, and being fucked by Gibbs? How would it feel to come with Gibbs inside him, riding him hard?
His cock was rigid just from thinking about it…but…but…Tony removed his hand with a growl. He'd spent the past eight years obeying the man implicitly. He liked obeying Gibbs's orders. It made him feel safe and grounded. Gibbs was the centre of his universe, and obeying him had always made Tony happy.
He wanted to come – God knows he wanted it so badly – but would he be able to look his dom in the eye tomorrow if he did? Gibbs was holding out the prospect of being collared, fucked and reaching orgasm as a reward for his behaviour during training this week. If Tony did this, right now, then he'd screw that up. Not that he was a stranger to screwing things up but not on purpose. Not with Gibbs. He always wanted to impress Gibbs and win his approval and praise.
Tony muttered a little curse, the palm of his hand hovering over the hard flesh of his cock. Gibbs had said that being a 24/7 sub wasn't easy, and right now Tony was aware of just how difficult it was. He stared at the ceiling, weighing it up.
Gibbs had said that Tony's body belonged to him now, and Tony loved that idea. If he did this, then he'd be chipping away at the power and control that he had given up so willingly to his dom. Tony *liked* the way surrendering to Gibbs made him feel. If he jerked himself off right now he'd win something but lose a whole lot more.
Tony growled and turned over onto his front. He put both his hands resolutely under his pillow. He wasn't going to do it. He belonged to Gibbs now, and only Gibbs got to say when he could come. It wasn't his choice any more.
Relieved by his decision, he fell asleep again.
Tony was surprised, the next day, when Gibbs inserted a new plug into him and then told him to get dressed.
"No chastity device thing?" Tony raised an eyebrow.
Gibbs gazed at him thoughtfully. "Don't think you need it today, Tony."
Gibbs patted the side of his cheek. "Because I trust you."
"You do? Why?" Tony asked, alarmed. "I mean – I'm me! You know me! I'm not sure you should trust me."
"Well I do," Gibbs shrugged. "Training's gone well, Tony. You're a damn good sub – and I trust you not to come without permission." He moved away to throw his plate and cup into the sink. "Do *you* trust yourself?" he asked, coming back to where Tony was standing. "If not, if you think you'll give into the temptation, then you can ask me to strap you into that thing again, and I will – but it comes from you this time. Not me."
Tony remembered that struggle he'd had with himself in the night. He'd fought that battle and won – he thought he could do so again.
"I trust myself," he said quietly.
"Good." Gibbs grinned at him. "Then go get dressed. I'll see you at work."
Tony took the stairs two at a time, feeling elated. Gibbs trusted him! He might have only been a sub for a few days, but he was good at it. He looked at himself in the full length mirror and did a little naked dance of glee.
"TO-NY, TO-NY," he chanted, moving his hips back and forth. He grinned as he caught sight of the marks on his neck, and then he turned so he could look at the faint red lines on his butt. He gazed at them, fascinated, and then traced one finger along them. "See, Stan – he marked me, and he trusts me," he told the empty room. "I'm gonna make him forget that you ever sucked his dick. I'm gonna be the best damn sub in the whole world. Just watch and learn, Stan-baby. In fact – I'm gonna get through today without one single mark going on that chalkboard, and tonight he's going to be so damn impressed that's he's gonna let me sleep in his bed. Well – maybe."
He winked at himself in the mirror and then got dressed, putting on his favourite navy blue suit with the deep blue shirt and navy blue tie. If there was one thing that came easy to Tony, it was knowing the right clothes to wear to flatter himself to best effect. He pulled on an expensive pair of shoes, threaded his favourite cufflinks through his shirt sleeves, and surveyed himself in the mirror again. He looked good. It wasn't just the expensive cut of his suit and the fact that the colours suited him so well. It was something about him. He looked younger – the years seemed to have fallen away, and there was a happy glow in his eyes. He gazed at himself, surprised by just how good he looked. Yeah, today was going to be good.
Tony had barely arrived at work when the call came in.
"Saddle up, people. Dead officer downtown," Gibbs announced. "Lieutenant Mark Adams. They found him in a park." Tony was on his six before he even passed his desk, eager and ready, like the good little sub he was. Gibbs threw him some keys. "DiNozzo – get the van gassed and ready."
Tony caught the keys and threw them straight back at him. "Did that already, Boss! Took care of it last night before I left. Figured things had been quiet for a few days so something might come up today."
Gibbs caught the keys and shot Tony a swift smile of approval as they all entered the elevator.
"I am trying to think of the right word," Ziva muttered to McGee as the elevator went down to the parking garage. "Is it 'blue' nose?"
"Oh, I'm pretty sure the word you're looking for is 'brown'," McGee muttered back at her.
Tony ignored them. He was in his happy subby bubble. There was no way anyone was going to spoil that.
He hadn’t anticipated Detective Isla Shale. She was the tall, shapely, blue-eyed police detective from Metro homicide who met them at the crime scene. She also had red hair - lots of it, down to her waist - tied back but no less long and red for that. She shook Gibbs's hand, giving him a predatory look that set Tony's teeth on edge.
"Special Agent Gibbs?" Even her voice was sexy. A year ago, Tony would have tried to hit on her, but not now. "Wow! You're something of a legend at Metro. I've heard all the stories about you. Always hoped you'd show up on one of my cases one day, so we could have a pissing contest about jurisdiction."
"Really?" Gibbs grinned at her, and Tony could see his dom visibly melting under her charm offensive.
"Hell yeah!" She laughed out loud, a throaty, sexy kind of sound that Tony knew would go straight to most men’s cocks.
"Naval officer's been murdered," Gibbs shrugged. "Not sure we need to have a pissing contest. Seems like an open and shut case to me. We'll handle it."
"Thing is – your lieutenant isn't the only one who's dead." Shale gestured with her thumb at the crime scene. "We have two corpses. The other one's a civilian. Guy named Charles Lamb."
"Connection?" Gibbs asked.
Shale grinned at him. "They said you don't talk a lot. I like that in a guy. Strong, silent type, huh?"
Even Ziva rolled her eyes at that.
"Connection?" Gibbs asked again, but with a little grin all the same. Tony felt his good mood evaporating.
"Lieutenant Adams and Mr. Lamb both used the same gym. Place called Ironman a few blocks away."
"You figure they knew each other from there?" Gibbs asked.
"Apparently," Shale shrugged. "We've only just started investigating. But hey…why don't you and I share the workload on this?" She put one hand on Gibbs's shoulder and left it there. Gibbs looked at the hand, and then at her, and then he gave another of those little grins.
"Okay – but you get in my way, and I promise you we'll definitely have that pissing contest."
"I'll do my best not to get in your way then," she purred, her hand still resting on his shoulder.
Gibbs shrugged off the hand and walked over to the dead bodies, his team trailing along behind. Tony looked down at the corpses of the two men lying beneath a tree – one of them had been badly beaten and the other looked like he’d been garrotted.
"Ziva – you and McGee handle the crime scene,” Gibbs barked. “DiNozzo!"
Tony turned, slowly, one step short of insolent. "Yeah?" he drawled.
"Get your ass over to the Ironman gym and start asking questions. Find out how well the dead men knew each other, and if anyone knows a motive for killing them."
Tony stood there, glowering at his boss. Great – so Ziva and McGee got to hang around the crime scene, while Gibbs conveniently sent Tony away, leaving him free to get close to the very beautiful, very red-haired Detective Shale.
"Was there something in 'get your ass over to the Ironman gym' that you didn't understand, DiNozzo?" Gibbs barked.
Tony gazed at him sullenly. "Nope. Nothing. Nothing at all," he replied, in a hard tone of voice.
He turned on his heel and began walking. When he looked back, he saw that Isla Shale was leaning in close, laughing girlishly as she filled Gibbs in on her investigation to date. And Gibbs – the bastard – was just standing there, with an amused look on his face as he listened. Tony wanted to go over there, grab his dom by the hair, and put a bite mark or two on *his* neck to remind him who he damn well belonged to.
The Ironman gym was a nice place – shining, clean, modern, and full of state of the art equipment.
"I'm sorry – I'm new – I don't really know any of our clients yet – you need to talk to Jason," the duty manager told him.
"Jason Tulley. He's our top personal trainer – knows all the guys who use the gym."
"It's a men only gym?" Tony glanced around. "No chicks?"
"No – just guys," the duty manager said, looking him in the eye and raising his eyebrow slightly.
"Right. Okay. Gotcha." Tony nodded. "Popular place," he commented, glancing around at all the fit young bodies pumping iron.
"Well you know what they say – no pecs, no sex," the duty manager grinned. "And who doesn't want to get laid?"
Tony glared at him. He hadn't got laid in nearly two years, he hadn't come in days, and his dom was refusing to fuck him because he wasn't convinced he was ready yet. Although that same dom didn't seem to have any such qualms about hitting on some random redhead he'd just met.
"Do *not* talk to me about sex," Tony hissed.
"Uh…okay," the duty manager squeaked. "Uh - Jason's over there." He pointed, clearly glad to hand Tony over to someone else.
Jason was two inches taller than Tony and built like a tank. He had short, spiky blond hair, and muscles growing out of all his other muscles. Tony felt small standing next to him, and there weren't many people who could make him feel that way – although Gibbs managed it all the time despite technically being an inch or so shorter than him.
"Yeah, I knew them both," Jason said, looking visibly shaken by the news of the two men's deaths. "Nice guys. Why would anyone want to kill them?"
"That's what we're trying to find out. I suppose it's possible they killed each other," Tony mused. "We won't know until we do the autopsies."
"Why would they want to kill each other?" Jason asked blankly. Tony had the feeling that the one muscle Jason never exercised was his brain.
"I have no idea," Tony replied. "Tell me about them."
"Well, Charles had been coming here a long time – few years. Mark Adams was new. Only been coming here a few weeks."
"Either of them seeing anyone?" Tony asked. "Anyone from the gym?"
"It's a gym, not a pickup joint."
Tony laughed out loud. "Seriously? Look at this place. It's kind of both." He gestured to the young, beautiful men with their perfect bodies, working out and none-too-subtly eyeing each other up in the process.
"Okay – look – Charles saw a few guys, but like I said, Adams was new, so I have no idea about him," Jason said stiffly.
"Any chance they hooked up with each other?" Tony asked.
Jason glared at him. "I don't fucking know."
"Whoa – you're on kind of a short fuse there, Jason. You take steroids?" Tony asked. "Just - they can make you kinda grouchy."
Jason's face turned red. "No, I don't fucking take steroids."
Tony grinned at him. "Just asking. Well, thanks for your help – if you think of anything else, here's my card."
Tony wandered around and asked a few more questions and then returned to the crime scene. Ducky had arrived and was busy examining the bodies, while Ziva and McGee were equally busy taking photos and bagging up evidence. Gibbs, on the other hand, was just standing there, listening to Isla Shale talk.
Tony barged straight on over to them. "Been to the Ironman gym, Boss," he said, interrupting Shale in mid-sentence. "Asked around the neighbourhood as well. Everyone knew the gym was a gay place – could be Lieutenant Adams and Charles Lamb were victims of a hate crime. They were both working out until late last night. Maybe they came over to the park after, and were making out, and some homophobic bastard saw them and killed them. Oh, I'm sorry, Detective Shale – did I interrupt you? My apologies – I'm sure that whatever you had to say to Agent Gibbs was riveting, but some of us are actually working here."
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs snapped.
"Boss?" Tony stared at him insolently, through narrowed eyes.
"You got any evidence for your hate crime theory?"
"Nope – just conjecture." Tony shrugged.
"Then what the hell are you doing standing there? Go find me some evidence!"
Tony glared at him, but Gibbs turned his back on him pointedly and resumed his conversation with Shale. Tony gave up and stomped over to look at the dead bodies.
"It's such a shame," Ducky was lamenting. "Such fine young men, in the prime of their lives."
"Do you actually know anything useful – like how they were killed, Ducky?" Tony demanded.
Ducky looked up, clearly startled by Tony's unusually snappish tone. "My, my, someone did get out of the wrong side of bed this morning," he said pointedly. "And yes, Anthony, I do know how they were killed. This one was beaten to death." He pointed at Lieutenant Adams. "And he seems to have been laid out in a somewhat ritualistic manner, as if the killer wanted to display him. This one, on the other hand, was tied up, gagged, and then strangled."
"Why did the killer change his MO?" Tony asked. "Think he was disturbed – didn't have time to beat Lamb to death so strangled him instead?"
Ducky shrugged. "I have no idea, Anthony. I just tell you the facts. You are the investigator, my dear boy, and I'm sure you'll reach your own conclusions. In time."
He smiled benignly and then accompanied one of the gurneys back to the van.
Tony turned to see Gibbs still chatting to Shale. What the hell could they have to talk about for so long? His gaze went over to the small crowd that had gathered by the yellow tape they'd used to keep the crime scene clear. He saw the tall, muscular blond guy from the gym standing there, and some devil caught hold of him. Two could play at this game. He walked over there.
"Hey, Jason," he said when he got close. "Sorry about earlier – just doing my job."
"No problem." Jason grinned at him. "I'm sorry too – I guess I was just shocked by what happened to Charles. Poor guy. Had to come down here to see what was going on."
Tony turned and glanced in Gibbs's direction to see that although he was still talking to Shale, his dom's eyes were on him.
"Hey – how much work does it take to get a body like yours?" Tony asked, reaching out to squeeze Jason's biceps appreciatively. Jason grinned even more.
"You thinking about getting in shape, Tony?"
"You don't think I'm in shape?" Tony pulled his shirt up a little way to reveal his abdomen. "How about these?" He sucked his belly in.
"Not bad," Jason replied. "But with a little work I could give you a real six pack."
"Really?" Tony smiled coquettishly. He'd never flirted openly with a guy before. He'd had years of experience with girls though, and he didn't see that it was much different.
"Sure." Jason's eyes were gleaming.
"How about my biceps?" Tony took hold of Jason's hand and placed it on his upper arm. "How do they feel, huh?"
"Like they're about to get hauled off, along with your ass," a voice hissed in his ear, and Gibbs knocked Jason's hand away, grasped Tony’s bicep hard, and dragged him over to the privacy of a clump of trees, away from the crowd. He shoved Tony against one of the trees and glared at him.
"Have you forgotten rule number five, DiNozzo?" he demanded.
"Rule number five? Is that, 'Never be unreachable'? Or is it, 'Always be specific when you lie'?" Tony replied flippantly.
"Neither," Gibbs ground out. "And it's not a work rule, DiNozzo, as you damn well know. Rule number five – nobody touches you but me."
"Well, it's interesting you should mention that, Boss, because I haven't forgotten it, no," Tony snapped. "I think you have though – and that rule works both ways."
Gibbs gave him a look of disbelief. "That's what this is about? Detective Shale?"
"No, it's about the pretty redhead who's all over you, who you keep talking to all the time, and who, apparently, makes you laugh – which is more than any of the rest of us can usually manage, no matter how damn hard we try," Tony growled. "How is it okay that she can touch you…" he thumped his hand onto Gibbs's shoulder, where Shale's hand had been, "But a guy can't touch me in the same way?"
Gibbs's blue eyes suddenly turned dangerous. "Okay – first off, I didn't *invite* Shale to put her hand on me, she just did – and I shook it off pretty damn quick. Secondly, she's making me laugh because she's blatant as all hell - not because I'm interested in her. Thirdly, I'm talking to her about the damn case because I'm gonna dump Metro as soon as I can, and I want all the info I can get out of her before I do."
"Oh." Tony stared at him.
"Yeah. Oh." Gibbs's jaw was tight, and his expression was furious. "You might trust yourself, DiNozzo, but it looks like you don't damn well trust me."
Tony winced and looked down at his own feet. Gibbs's fingers were still pressing hard into his bicep, keeping him shoved up against the tree. Finally, he glanced up again to find Gibbs still glaring at him from those pissed off eyes.
"So, I was hoping to get by without anything going on the chalkboard today, but I'm guessing I fucked that up," Tony said, still feeling angry.
Gibbs raised an eyebrow. "Ya think, DiNozzo?"
"What is the penalty for breaking rule number five anyhow?" Tony muttered. "I'm thinking it's bad."
Gibbs leaned in close. "You pulled up your shirt and let him look at you, Tony. You know how I feel about people ogling my sub's body. And you got him to put his big paws on you – do you have any idea how that made me feel?"
"Same way I felt when Shale was all over you?" Tony suggested defiantly.
"Difference being, I didn't ask her to do that!" Gibbs growled.
Tony rocked back on his heels, his anger cooling. "Yeah. I know. I'm sorry," he sighed. "Look, I screwed up. What can I say?"
"Nothing." Gibbs took a step back. "I have a case to solve. You – get back to work and don't screw up for the rest of the day. We *will* talk about this tonight."
He finally released his tight grasp on Tony's bicep, and Tony watched him stalk away. That had been bad. Christ, he was such a screw up. His cell phone rang, and he fished it out of his pocket, still berating himself under his breath.
"DiNozzo," he snapped into it.
"Hey – it's Jason. I saw your boss haul you off and bawl you out. That looked heavy, man."
Tony glanced over to see Jason still standing by the tape, waving at him.
"It was fine. I was supposed to be doing my job. I screwed up."
"Looked more personal than that," Jason said. "Want me to take care of him for you?"
"What?" Tony frowned. "What the hell does that mean?"
"I work in a gym, Tony," Jason reminded him. "He looks like the kind of guy who likes to fight. Send him over sometime, and I'll kick his ass in the ring."
Tony laughed out loud, a bitter, mirthless sound. "Trust me, Jason, you wouldn't," he said as he began walking back to the crime scene.
"Hey – I'm bigger than him and a hell of a lot younger," Jason said, in a smug kind of voice. "I'll pound him into the ground for you, Tony."
"No – seriously, you won't," Tony replied. "Nobody's ever beaten Gibbs in a fight."
"Nobody?" Jason sounded incredulous. "Ever?"
"Nope." Tony couldn't help but feel a weird kind of pride as he spoke about his dom. He had no doubt that regardless of how big Jason’s built-up body was, Gibbs could take him down. "Thanks for the offer though."
He closed his phone and returned to where Gibbs was talking to Shale again.
"Talk about tail between your legs, DiNozzo," he muttered, feeling like a whipped puppy. He wondered what would happen when he got home this evening. His ass was still sore from last night, and he really didn't want to take another spanking, but he guessed that decision was up to Gibbs. He'd definitely *earned* one, and if his dom made him take one then he would. He'd screwed up; he deserved to be punished.
They returned to the office to find Vance waiting for them.
"Any progress?" he demanded. Tony glanced at Ziva and McGee – Vance didn't usually involve himself in their murder investigations.
"We only just got back from the crime scene," Gibbs replied. "You'll have my report as soon as I have anything to tell you. Any reason for the interest, Leon?"
Vance sighed. "Lieutenant Adams’s father is an admiral – and a personal friend of SecNav's – so there's pressure on us to do our best work here, Gibbs."
"I *always* do my best work," Gibbs snapped. "No matter who the victim's father is."
Tony winced. This was turning out to be a very bad day – and he really didn't need for Gibbs to be in an even worse mood than he already was.
The rest of the day passed in an agonising crawl. Eventually Ziva left, and then McGee. Ducky called up that he was on his way home, and even Abby finally left. Gibbs remained at his desk, and Tony, by default, had no choice but to remain at his. He didn't dare leave.
Finally, at 9 p.m., with no solid leads on the case after a day's digging, Gibbs sat back and glared across the room at him.
"Go home, DiNozzo," he ordered.
"Home?" Tony bit on his lip. Did that mean his own home or Gibbs's home? Was Gibbs telling him that he didn't want to deal with him tonight? Did that mean no more training? Were they still on course for his big decision at the end of the week - or had he irritated Gibbs enough that the man was giving up on him? "Your place?" Tony clarified, wincing slightly.
Gibbs looked at him as if he'd grown another head. "You had someplace else to be?"
"No. Just…" Tony felt ridiculously relieved. "Wasn't sure if you were cutting me loose, Boss."
Gibbs looked utterly mystified for a second, and then his expression darkened. He got up and stalked over to Tony's desk with terse, angry strides. Tony grimaced, wondering what the hell was going to happen next. Gibbs reached his desk, and then, without warning, slapped the back of his head with a firm, decisive flick of his hand.
"Don't be more of an idiot than you already are, DiNozzo," he snapped. "Go home. Now."
"Yes, Boss! Thank you, Boss!" Tony said, rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head happily. He reached for his bag and ran towards the elevator. Okay, so Gibbs wasn't going to throw him out. That meant the alternative, which was an evening involving some kind of painful punishment, but Tony could handle that much more easily than rejection.
He wasn't sure what to do when he got back to Gibbs's house. They'd eaten takeout at the office earlier in the evening so there was no point ordering any food. It wasn't his place, so he didn't feel comfortable turning on the TV and making himself at home – not least because of the deep shit he knew he was in. He had no idea how long Gibbs would be, either. A part of him wanted his dom to be a long time in coming home, while another part just wanted to get this over and done with.
He didn't turn the light on. He just stood there, in the dark living room, feeling uncertain. He heard a car draw up outside and his stomach flipped. Gibbs walked into the house a few minutes later; he stood in the living room doorway, frowning.
"Tony?" He turned on the light and then looked startled to see Tony. "Why were you standing there in the dark?"
"I really have no idea," Tony sighed.
Gibbs gazed at him, looking perplexed. "You really don't, do you?"
"Nope." Tony shrugged miserably.
"Come here." Gibbs lifted his arm and beckoned with one, crooked index finger.
Tony bit on his lip. Time to face the music. He went quietly over to his dom. He wasn't sure whether Gibbs was going to swing him over the couch, or push him against the wall, but he was pretty sure he was going to be looking at his feet sometime soon while Gibbs blistered his ass for being such an idiot. He went quickly all the same, not caring about the punishment. Gibbs was wrong – he *did* trust him. He trusted him with his body, if nothing else.
To his surprise, Gibbs didn't do either of those things. Instead, he put an arm around Tony, drew him close, and kissed him on the lips. It was a gentler kiss than Tony might have expected in the circumstances, and he pressed up against his top's hard body, feeling some of the day's despair start to dissipate.
Finally, Gibbs released him, but still held him close. "I've wanted to do that all evening."
Tony blinked. "You have? Why?"
"Because you were getting quieter and quieter until I thought you were some kind of zombie-Tony. It was freaking me out."
"Zombie-Tony? Hah! No wonder you were freaked out to find me standing in the dark then, Boss. Wanted to be sure it was still me, and not some brain-eating impostor, huh?" Tony felt some of his usual good spirits returning.
"Oh, I knew it was still you. Nobody but you could have pulled that stunt you did this morning. I've just never seen you that quiet before, even when you've known you're in bad trouble."
"Which I am," Tony said quietly.
Gibbs nodded. "Which you are," he agreed.
"So where do you want me?" Tony asked, his hands going to his belt as he started to undress. "Against the wall? Over the couch?"
Gibbs looked at him thoughtfully. "You think your ass can take another whipping after the past couple of days, DiNozzo?"
"Well…it's sore, and sitting down all afternoon and most of the evening didn't help, but I screwed up, and I figure that’s gonna be more than a couple of swats added to the chalkboard, so…" Tony shrugged and continued undoing his fly. Gibbs's hand fastened over his, stopping him. "What?" Tony frowned. "You said discipline would be daily, and I fucked up."
"Yeah, you did – but I also said discipline wouldn't always be spanking. Anyhow, breaking rule number five is serious - I don't think a spanking really covers it."
Tony felt his gut flip anxiously. "But you said you weren't cutting me loose…" he began.
"And those are the only two options? Christ, and I thought *I* was bad at relationships." Gibbs rolled his eyes.
Tony stared at him, confused.
"So, I either whale on your ass, or I throw you out? No wonder you were so damn keen to get into position," Gibbs grunted. He gazed at Tony thoughtfully. "Who taught you that, Tony?"
“Who taught you that you get sent away, no warning, for just one screw-up? Who taught you to offer yourself up for anything to avoid that happening?" Gibbs asked. "Who taught you that if I'm angry I'm gonna hurt you, but at least that's better than rejection?"
Tony stared at him icily. "Are you going to punish me or not?"
Gibbs glared at him. Tony didn't back down.
Gibbs sighed. "Tony…" He put his hand on Tony's shoulder, but Tony knocked it away.
"No, don't do that. I screwed up. Punish me."
"Then it's okay? If I punish you, then it's okay?"
"You were angry, and you had every right to be." Tony shrugged. "I behaved like an idiot this morning."
"Yeah, you did." Gibbs nodded thoughtfully. "But I'm not gonna spank you."
"Why?" Tony demanded belligerently.
"Because, like I said on Sunday, if we're not both getting off on this then we're doing it wrong. Last couple of nights you've enjoyed the training, haven't you?"
"Yeah. So?" Tony shrugged.
"Well, if I spanked your ass tonight you wouldn't, and I sure as hell wouldn't. I never intended to – it's had enough, and you should be the one pointing that out, not me."
Tony gazed at him helplessly. "I don't understand."
"I know," Gibbs sighed. "And I'm just starting to realise that that's a real problem, Tony."
"So you *are* throwing me out." Tony felt his jaw tighten.
Gibbs gave him a look that could kill people. "Did I say that?" he growled. "No, I'm not damn well throwing you out, boy. Okay. Let's deal with this. You're right, you screwed up today, and I will punish you for that. Strip."
He tossed his keys onto the table, took off his jacket, and then left the room. Tony heard him running up the stairs. He took off his clothes, folded them neatly on the couch, and then he waited. He was confused. Gibbs had said he wasn't going to spank him, but that he would punish him. What the hell did he have in mind? At least it seemed to involve some kind of interaction – and Tony had never had a problem with negative attention, if that was the only kind he was going to get.
Gibbs returned a few minutes later. He had changed into a pair of grey sweats and a grey tee shirt.
"With me. Now," he said, gesturing with his head.
Tony followed him down the stairs and into the basement. Gibbs put his hands on Tony's body and turned him around a couple of times, examining him as he went. His fingers came to rest on the thin red lines on Tony's buttocks.
"You look good wearing my marks, boy," he said throatily. Tony's cock hardened immediately in response to his tone. "Did you forget who you belonged to earlier?" Gibbs purred into Tony's ear. "When you let that guy put his hands on you. When you showed him this…" He ran his hand possessively over Tony's belly.
"No, Boss. I was just trying to make you mad."
"To stop you talking to Shale." Tony shrugged.
"You seriously thought that a couple of days after entering into a serious relationship with you, I'd be out sniffing around for someone else?"
Tony took a deep breath as Gibbs's hand slid over his body. "No. Maybe. I dunno. I just wanted…"
"My attention?" Gibbs suggested.
"Yeah." Tony sagged a little.
"You're mine, and I don't share. Don't ever let someone touch you like that again," Gibbs hissed into his ear. "Seriously, Tony." His voice held a sudden flare of pain. "I mean it. It drives me nuts. I've told you this before."
"I know." Tony felt a twinge of guilt.
"I wasn't particularly possessive with my wives," Gibbs said quietly. "But with my 24/7 sub? I'm in my top headspace around you all the time, and when I see someone else with their hands on you…it hurts, Tony."
Tony looked up, startled by the honesty in Gibbs's voice. "I'm sorry," he said, meaning it.
"I know." Gibbs continued to work his hands over Tony's body, and Tony felt his erection swell. "Close your eyes," Gibbs ordered. Tony complied immediately. "Who do you belong to?" Gibbs asked, as he fondled and stroked.
"You!" Tony gasped, his body responding eagerly.
"I’m glad we’re both agreed on that," Gibbs said wryly. "So, I figure today's screw-up deserves thirty on the chalkboard – don't you?"
"Yeah." Tony nodded. His stomach flipped all the same. Thirty was his highest tally to date, and Gibbs always made his discipline count.
He felt his dom's hands slide up his chest and play with his nipples. God that felt good! Gibbs's fingers tightened around his nipples and squeezed. Tony gave a hoarse shout.
"Thirty what though?" Tony panted. "If you're not gonna spank me?"
"Thirty minutes," Gibbs purred into his ear. He was standing behind Tony, and Tony could feel his cock pressing against his naked ass cheeks through the soft fabric of Gibbs’s sweatpants.
"Thirty minutes?" Tony frowned, confused.
"Yeah. Wearing these."
Tony wasn't sure how he did it, or where they came from, but next thing he knew the tight sensation around his nipples had intensified exponentially. He opened his eyes and looked down to see that Gibbs had placed clamps on his nipples.
Gibbs turned him around. "They're adjustable. I'll start them off relatively tight…" He turned the screw on the one on his left nipple, and Tony gave a yell and held onto his dom's shoulders for support as the claws of the clamp dug into the little nub of flesh. Gibbs moved on to the other one and did the same, screwing it so that it squeezed down hard on his right nipple. "And I'll turn the screw once to tighten them even more every ten minutes. Think you can handle that?" he asked.
His nipples felt like they were enclosed in a vice. Tony didn't see how he could possibly cope with Gibbs tightening the clamps again, but he nodded.
"Yes," he said, in a strangled tone.
"What's your safe word?" Gibbs gazed at him intently.
"Magnum," he replied, without even thinking about it.
"Use it if it gets too much," Gibbs ordered. "I'll still make you take it, but I'll space it out – give you five minutes in them and then a five minute breather until we're done. Okay – stand there, at ease…" Gibbs put him in the corner of the basement, but facing inwards towards the boat. "I'm gonna work on the boat – and you are going to be quiet. Use the time to think about the issue of trust, Tony, 'cause the way you behaved this morning, seemed like you sure as hell didn't trust me."
Tony opened his mouth to refute that, but Gibbs put his finger over his lips.
"Uh-uh. In silence." He leaned in and kissed Tony's mouth…and while he was doing that, his fingers came to rest on the nipple clamps, and he gave a sudden, firm twist. Tony yelled out into the kiss, but Gibbs didn't release either his nipples or his mouth. He just kept on kissing and twisting. Finally, Tony surrendered to both, the torture of his nipples offset by the firm press of Gibbs's lips against his own.
Then Gibbs released him, and Tony stood there, whimpering. God his nipples hurt! He wondered if he could possibly stand thirty minutes of this, but he knew that he had no choice. Gibbs would make him take every single second.
He stood there, shaking slightly, as he watched Gibbs crawl over the boat with his sander, smoothing away at the wood.
Gibbs had told him to think about why he'd ended up here, but he was more interested in trying to figure out the shape of Gibbs's butt through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. He wished he could strip those pants off him and run his hands over his dom's naked ass, but the way things were going right now he thought he'd have a long wait for that. Damn it – when was he ever going to see his dom naked? It didn’t seem fair that Gibbs had seen him naked so often, and Tony had never even got a glimpse of his ass - or that monster cock he’d rammed into Tony’s mouth a couple of times.
He was so lost in this train of thought that he was surprised to see Gibbs suddenly appear in front of him.
"Ten minutes, Tony," he said, and he reached out and turned the screw on the side of the left clamp. The pain in his chest had receded to a dull, throbbing ache, but now it flared up into a full blown blast of agony again. Gibbs did the same to the right nipple, and Tony hung his head, his body shaking from the effort of not putting his hands up there and pulling the damn things off.
"Think you can take it?" Gibbs asked. "Or do you want to say your word?"
Tony's resolve didn't falter. "I can take it," he said firmly, looking up.
Gibbs kissed him again, and this time Tony knew what to expect. Sure enough, Gibbs evilly twisted his fingertips on the clamps, drawing an agonised yell out of him again. He couldn't have resisted crying out, even if he'd tried. The sensation of being kissed while having the clamps twisted was so intense. He was almost sure that he couldn't bear it – and that was when Gibbs released him. His dom returned to his boat and resumed working as if nothing had happened.
Tony stood there, reeling, his nipples throbbing. Ten minutes – which meant he had another twenty to go. Christ, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to take it. But Gibbs was asking him to take it, and there was something intensely satisfying about giving it all up to a dom as powerful as Gibbs.
He thought about what Gibbs had said, about how much Tony's behaviour had hurt him. He’d meant it too – Tony had been startled by just how *much* he’d meant it. Gibbs was such an overpowering presence in his life, and yet always so emotionally distant, that Tony was surprised to find that something as stupid as the morning's flirtation had affected him.
He heard Gibbs coming towards him, and he looked up.
“Want to say your safe word?” Gibbs asked.
“No.” Tony shook his head. “I want to say that I get it now. I didn’t before. I'm sorry, Boss.”
“No more talk of me throwing you out then?” Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
“No.” Tony shook his head.
Gibbs nodded thoughtfully. “Good.” Then he gave a feral grin and reached for the clamps again. Tony actually howled when he turned the screw on each of the nipple clamps for the final time. They were digging in so hard that he hopped from foot to foot for a moment, trying to find a place in his head where he could bear it. Eventually, the worst of the pain receded – but Tony knew what was coming next.
“Ready?” Gibbs asked.
“No,” Tony replied, making a face.
Gibbs grinned and closed in. He kissed Tony hard and twisted the clamps at the same time. Tony convulsed in his arms. Gibbs’s body was hard and unyielding against his own, and he was completely ruthless as he made the punishment really count. Tony was dimly aware that he wouldn’t want it any other way, but that didn’t make it any easier to take.
Then, finally, Gibbs was done. He pulled back, grinned at Tony again, patted his cheek affectionately, and then returned to the boat. Tony stood there, swaying, moaning softly to himself. He had to hold his hands behind his back to stop himself from swiping the clamps away from his chest. His nipples felt like they were being held between a pair of sharp teeth, and the last ten minutes of his punishment felt more like ten hours. He moaned, and sweated, and whimpered under his breath the entire time, trying to pace himself. He hopped from foot to foot again, trying to find a way to deal with it.
Just when he was honestly wasn’t sure he could bear it any more, Gibbs threw down the sander and came back over.
“Okay – thirty minutes, we’re done. Brace yourself.”
“Just get them off me!” Tony begged.
“Hold onto my shoulders.”
“Why?” Tony blinked at him, barely able to think straight. He just wanted the damn things gone.
“Trust me – hold onto my shoulders, and brace yourself,” Gibbs warned.
Tony did as he was told, and a second later he felt Gibbs’s fingers on his chest. This time those fingers were gentle, and they removed the clamps swiftly. Tony’s respite was short lived though – he was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when a wave of the most intense pain flooded through the tortured nipples as the blood returned to the little nubs of flesh.
“Fuck!” he screamed, clinging onto Gibbs’s shoulders.
Yet again, Gibbs was there to hold him up and kiss away the scream. He devoured Tony’s mouth with his own while Tony hollered his agony. He was grateful for Gibbs’s strength, because he was pretty sure his legs wouldn’t have held him up. Gibbs kissed him the entire time, keeping him upright, bracing Tony against his hard, muscular body.
Finally the pain receded, leaving only a dull, nagging ache. Gibbs held him close, running a soothing hand up and down his back.
“It’s okay…ssh, ssh,” he murmured, until finally Tony stopped shaking. Then Gibbs drew back and grinned at him. “What the hell am I gonna do with you, DiNozzo?” he sighed, shaking his head ruefully. “You are just so damn addictive. And even when it’s bad…you’re turned on. Incredible.” He shook his head, his hand resting on Tony’s semi-erect cock where it was jutting out from his body. “C’mon – let’s get you to bed.”
“Your bed?” Tony asked hopefully.
Gibbs gave a little chuckle. “Nope - *your* bed, DiNozzo.”
“Worth a try,” Tony grinned, resting his head on Gibbs’s shoulder as Gibbs walked them both slowly up the stairs, one arm still wrapped firmly around his sub’s body.
“Good to have the real you back, Tony.” Gibbs kissed him again as they reached the top of the stairs. “Didn’t like the zombie version.”
“No more zombie-Tony – scout's honour,” Tony promised solemnly, the stress of the day and the endorphin rush from the nipple torture combining to make him feel both high as a kite and completely exhausted.
Gibbs helped him onto the mattress and drew the blanket over him. Tony closed his eyes, but he was aware of Gibbs standing there, unmoving, looking down on him. Then, finally, Gibbs sighed.
“I hope you trust me with it one, day, Tony, whatever the hell it is. Surely it can't be that bad?"
Tony rolled onto his side, opened his eyes, and stared blankly at the wall.
Tony really wasn't a morning person, but Gibbs was becoming used to his sub's shortness of temper and general moodiness first thing. Tony could easily earn himself full spankings in the first ten minutes of wakefulness alone if Gibbs wasn't careful in how he handled him. He had learned to back off, and having woken Tony on Wednesday morning he retreated downstairs. Tony put in an appearance fifteen minutes later, by which time, after a shower and shave, he was more amiable.
Gibbs examined his sub's body, as he did every morning before breakfast. He thought Tony was getting used to these little routines. Today, he ran his fingers lightly over Tony's still red nipples, noting the way Tony winced even at that feather light touch.
"Hurt?" he asked.
"Only when you touch them," Tony shrugged. "Otherwise they're fine."
That brought out some toppy instinct in Gibbs, and he couldn’t resist lowering his head and taking Tony's left nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his tongue and lips, making Tony gasp and whimper. He did the same to the right one, noticing that however much discomfort he was in, Tony was clearly also enjoying this judging by his semi-erect cock.
Gibbs grinned. "I got you something for that." He reached into his pocket and drew out a leather cock ring. Tony eyed it suspiciously. Gibbs threaded Tony's cock and balls into the ring and fastened it in place, testing the fit with his fingers, while Tony watched him the entire time through narrowed eyes.
"Wear it all day," Gibbs ordered. "It you get erect at any point – which knowing you is a given – then this will help keep you that way for longer."
Tony pouted. "Isn't it bad enough that I'm not allowed to come? Do you have to make it worse by fixing it so that when I get hard I stay that way?" he asked incredulously. "Isn't that just plain torture?"
"Nope. Although I can think of things that *are* plain torture if you'd like me to try them out on you?" Gibbs raised a challenging eyebrow.
"Kind of you, Boss, but no, thank you," Tony said swiftly.
"You should be happy I've given you a training aid," Gibbs told him smoothly. "’Cause I want you to learn to become hard on order – and hold it for as long as I say."
Tony looked aghast. "Seriously? People can actually do that?"
"With training – yeah." Gibbs patted his face. "And training is exactly what you're getting.”
“Who are these people? Sexual gymnasts? Are they in training for the sexual Olympics or something?” Tony mused plaintively.
Gibbs bit back a grin. “You feel any pain, you have my permission to remove the cock ring – otherwise, it stays on.” He pointed at the table. “Bend over."
Tony did as ordered, and Gibbs removed his butt plug. He put some lube on his finger and slid it inside Tony's hole. Tony was more open now, after days of being plugged. But, more to the point, he was becoming used to Gibbs touching his body and slipping his fingers or plugs into it whenever he wanted. In short, he was starting to get his head around the concept that his body now belonged to his dom and not to him any more.
Gibbs wriggled his finger around – Tony was still tight, but Gibbs didn't want to open him up any more. He wanted to save that moment for when he finally pushed his hard cock into this puckered hole. He wanted to be the one who stretched Tony out to his full capacity. Gibbs removed his finger. "No need to wear a plug today."
Tony looked at him over his shoulder. "Really? Why?" he asked, standing up.
"Because you're ready for me to fuck you now," Gibbs told him bluntly.
Tony's cock became fully erect and then stayed that way, trapped within its leather ring.
"Right now?" he asked hoarsely.
"No – I told you I wouldn't fuck you ‘til I collared you. You still have a couple of days to decide if that's what you want. If it is, then I'll fuck you on Friday. But it's your choice, Tony. It has to be what you want."
"Do I look like I don't want it?" Tony pointed to his hard, straining cock.
Gibbs grinned and ghosted his fingers over it, loving the way Tony rutted into his hand, desperate for his touch. "Nope. You look like you'd be happy if I threw you down and took you over the table. But I said I'd give you a week to be sure, and I will. You're new at this – you need to decide if you like it, if you want more of it, or if it's not for you. That's what this week's all about."
"I don't need any more damn time…" Tony began, but Gibbs interrupted him.
"Take the final couple of days to decide, and be really clear about it, Tony. I won't change. This is who I am, so if this is what you want then good, but if not, don't pretend. That would be unfair – on both of us. You need to be really sure – because once I've fucked you, I won't give you up easily after that. You'll be mine then, and I'll fight for you if I have to."
Tony's eyes flickered. "Am I what *you* want?" he asked. "I mean, I know you said you'd made your decision, and this was all about me making mine, but you've had a chance to put me through my paces now. Sure you haven't changed your mind?"
“I told you – I already made my decision. This is about you. You've woken up every day this week with a sore back, or butt, or chest. You've spent days and nights with something stuffed up your ass, and I've asked you to submit to all kinds of painful or intrusive things. If you say yes, there won't be less of that, there’ll be more, ‘cause then I'll *really* put you through your paces. I'm *demanding*, Tony."
"Ya think, Gibbs?" Tony's mouth quirked into a smile.
Gibbs didn't smile back . "Decide, Tony," he said seriously. "Decide if you can handle a 24/7 dom/sub relationship with me. Don't jerk me around. Take it seriously. Really think about it. And if you need more time – ask."
Tony looked surprised by his tone. "I will take it seriously. I do. I am.”
"Good." Gibbs picked up his keys and jacket. "Then I'll see you at work in half an hour. And Tony?" Tony turned towards him. "Wear something casual today."
Tony raised an eyebrow. "You're telling me what to wear?"
"Yes, Tony, I'm telling you what to wear. Wear those blue jeans that hug your ass but not too tight – and the navy blue shirt and brown suede jacket."
"I'm amazed you’ve even noticed the contents of my closet," Tony grinned. "Okay, Boss!" He gave a mock-salute. "Your wish is my command."
Gibbs rolled his eyes, but he couldn't resist pulling his naked sub in close for a kiss anyway. Then he released him, pushed him in the direction of the stairs, and slapped his ass to send him on his way. He grinned at Tony's exaggerated yelp but stayed to watch his bare ass as he ran up the stairs to get dressed.
By the time Tony got into the office, Gibbs was striding around like a bear with a sore head. Tony flattened himself against the wall in alarm as his dom stormed past him on his way up to the director’s office.
“Yikes – the boss got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” he said to Ziva - which wasn’t true, because he knew damn well that Gibbs had left for work with a smile on his face.
Ziva glanced up from her work. "Admiral Adams has been demanding to know what progress we have made on finding the man who killed his son. He is extremely upset – which is understandable - but he is pulling rank and demanding that Gibbs update him every hour on the hour.”
“That explains why the boss isn’t his usual sunny self then.” Tony put his bag down on his desk.
Ziva nodded. "Admiral Adams expects a full briefing on all new developments."
“Clearly the admiral doesn’t know Gibbs very well,” Tony grinned, because he could imagine Gibbs’s response to that kind of interference in *his* case.
Ziva sighed. “Unfortunately, because he is an admiral – and also a close personal friend - SecNav is insisting that Gibbs comply.”
Tony winced. “Ouch. Gibbs has gotta be loving that.”
“I believe you saw just how much he is ‘loving’ it.” Ziva glanced up in the direction of Vance’s office.
“Uh…does the admiral know that his son was hanging out in a gay gym?” Tony asked.
“I believe that Gibbs has informed him, but the admiral is insistent that his son was not gay.”
“Ah. Yeah. Denial.” Tony was all too familiar with that.
He sat down at his desk and clicked on his emails. There was one there from Mulder, with the subject header: “Sitting comfortably?” He opened it.
“Tony, I trust you’re *not* sitting comfortably. I don’t think I sat comfortably for a year after Walter enslaved me. Anyway – how’s it going? Want to come alien-hunting with me one day if Gibbs will let you out? And yes, Walter is making me write this. He thinks you need mentoring or some kind of shit like that. So say yes, or he’ll bug me until you do. Mulder.”
Tony chuckled and typed a quick reply. He and Fox didn’t exactly have much in common, but somehow he liked the guy, even if he was completely crazy.
He checked the rest of his emails - and his fingers froze on the keyboard as he saw a name flash up in the headers.
And the subject line: “Fridays”
He sat there for a moment, looking at it with a sense of dread, and then he glanced up in the direction of Vance’s office. “Is Gibbs still up there?” he asked Ziva.
“Yes he is. Why? Are you going to do something naughty?” she asked, with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
“No, Ziva, I’m not going to do something ‘naughty’ because I’m a trained federal agent and not, you know, ten,” he told her. Although he sure as hell *felt* naughty as he clicked on the email.
“You left without saying goodbye. Friday nights aren’t the same without you. Seahawk docks end of next month. Be seeing you…”
“Not if I see you first,” Tony growled under his breath. He clicked on the delete key and watched the email disappear.
“Problem?” Ziva asked.
“No, Ziva – hey look – what’s that?”
He pointed somewhere over her left shoulder, and she turned. He took the opportunity to run for the safety of the men’s room. Knowing Ziva’s proclivity for following him even in here, he went into a stall and locked the door behind him. Then he stood with his back against the door, breathing heavily.
Chief Petty Officer Dale Grasso.
He could smell the stench of whisky on his breath as he moved and could hear the harsh rasp of his own breathing. The liquor was slowing him down, and he tripped and stumbled, then sank down onto the floor, laughing to himself. Grasso loomed over him; his breath smelled of stale tobacco and the shit they served in the ship’s cafeteria.
"Christ, you're a fucking loser. A fucking motherfucking piece of shit, DiNozzo!"
Tony laughed some more, and waited for what would, inevitably, happen next…
Tony pushed the memory away and tried to think of Gibbs instead. He thought of the sensitivity in his nipples from Gibbs’s clamps and the binding of the leather ring on his cock. He tried to think of being owned, of belonging to someone. It helped. He got himself back under control, straightened up, and pasted his shiny Tony face back on again. Then he returned to the squad room.
The day didn't bring any breakthroughs on the case, and Tony watched Gibbs become more and more irritable as both SecNav and Admiral Adams rode him hard to find the man who had murdered the admiral’s son.
Tony wished he could help his dom in some way – not that Gibbs needed his help, but he was working his ass off to get some answers, and Tony could see that he was precariously close to the edge.
Gibbs’s mood only deteriorated as the day wore on, until Tony sent Ziva and McGee to take refuge in Abby's lab. Only Tony hung around in the squad room to bear the brunt of his dom's bad temper. He figured that he could handle the pressure better than they could. He had always seen team morale as his responsibility as Gibbs's second in command. Sometimes that called for him to goof around to lighten the tension - and sometimes, like now, it called for him to step in and take one for the team when Gibbs was stressed out.
"Go through the timeline," Gibbs ordered as the evening wore on. Everyone else was long gone, but Tony knew he couldn't leave while Gibbs was still here. He didn't want to in any case.
"Again, Boss?" Tony asked. They'd been through it a dozen times already. Gibbs turned to glare at him, so Tony quickly brought up the details on the plasma. "Okay." He stretched, and his back made a popping sound. "Charles Lamb and Mark Adams arrived within ten minutes of each other." He pointed to the security camera footage showing them arriving at the Ironman gym. "They worked out for a couple of hours until ten p.m."
"Working out that late was usual for them?" Gibbs demanded.
Tony glanced at his notes. "Yeah," he nodded. "Lamb finished first – by a couple of minutes. They both spent about twenty minutes getting showered and changed, and then Lamb left the gym at 22:23 pm." He showed grainy footage of Charles Lamb leaving the gym wearing a baseball cap pulled down over his eyes. "That's the last shot we have of him alive. Adams left five minutes later." He clicked the next image. "And that's it. Ducky puts time of death at about fifteen minutes after they both left the gym."
"Who died first?"
"Adams," Tony confirmed. They'd gone through this several times already, but if Gibbs wanted to go through it again then that's what they'd do. He stifled a yawn, and his back made another popping sound. Gibbs glanced at him.
"Go home," he ordered. Tony felt a wave of relief. He was damn tired, and so was Gibbs by the look of him. Tony didn't think that either of them would be up for much by way of training this evening.
"You coming too?" Tony asked.
Gibbs shook his head, still gazing at the plasma. "Not yet. I'm missing something. If Lamb left first, why was Adams killed first? Why were they even together at that point? Lamb should have been halfway home."
"I have no idea," Tony shrugged. "Maybe they went to the park to have sex?"
"They both lived alone – no room-mates – why the hell would they need to go to the park to have sex?" Gibbs demanded.
"I really have no idea." Tony stared at the plasma helplessly. “Maybe it’s a gay thing?”
Gibbs glared at him. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Tony winced, remembering all the very gay things they’d been doing together all week.
“Nothing,” he sighed. He cricked his neck from side to side, and it cracked, relieving some of the tension in his shoulders.
"I thought I told you to go home."
"I'll go home when you go home," Tony replied defiantly.
"No – you'll go home when I order you to go home," Gibbs retorted. "Which is right now."
Tony nodded. "Okay – but don't be long, or I'll come back here and drag your ass home, whether you like it or not."
Gibbs gave a grin – his first grin in about ten hours. "I'd like to see you try."
"You think I couldn't?" Tony raised an eyebrow.
Gibbs gazed at him thoughtfully for a moment and then nodded. "I think you could, Tony. And thanks. Now go home."
Tony picked up his bag and shouldered himself into his brown suede jacket. Gibbs beckoned him over, and then, without warning, brushed his hands over Tony's sensitive nipples. Tony gave a little howl, but his cock immediately sprang to attention – and, thanks to the cock ring, he knew it'd stay that way for awhile.
"Thank you, Boss," he muttered, glancing down at his tented pants. “Just what I need.” At least there was nobody around to see, but even so, just walking around with such an obvious erection was so damn embarrassing.
"You're welcome, Tony," Gibbs grinned, glancing down at his groin. Tony rolled his eyes and placed his bag strategically in front of him as he walked to the elevator. All the same, he felt more relaxed than he had all day. Whether he liked it or not, Gibbs knew exactly how to play him.
Tony drove home wearily. He wished he could crack this case, not just because it was his job and he took pride in it, but also because he wanted to be useful to his dom for more than sexual favours. He wanted to share the load with him, to be at his side and help out.
He pulled up at the house and went inside, his cock still ramrod hard.
"Damn cock ring," he muttered, but he felt a glow of pride all the same to be wearing it. It had felt like their little secret all day, knowing he was wearing it at his dom's command. If it had been a less stressful day, he was sure that Gibbs would have played with the situation more.
Tony took off his jacket and made himself a coffee, then sat at the kitchen table to drink it. He remembered the conversation he'd had with Gibbs this morning in this room. He’d barely had a chance to think about it all day. Now he wasn't sure he wanted to think about it. What Gibbs was demanding was actually a commitment to a relationship, and Tony had never found that an easy concept. On the other hand, he'd never felt about any of his many girlfriends the way he felt about Gibbs. He actually wanted to commit to Gibbs.
His only nagging doubt was how long it could possibly last before he screwed up so badly that Gibbs threw his worthless ass out. He had no doubt it would happen – but how much worse would it feel if he got really close to Gibbs first? He was already getting too close to the man –Gibbs kept finding ways past his defences. Tony thought of those nights he’d spent lying with his head on Gibbs's lap, zoning out to the feel of Gibbs stroking his hair with those dextrous and surprisingly artistic fingers of his. Damn it, he had to stop letting Gibbs *do* that.
He wondered whether Gibbs was freaked out by the cuddling too. Maybe he wasn’t. Gibbs was a tough bastard, but Tony had caught a glimpse of someone else beneath the gruff exterior recently. He had never thought of Gibbs as a real life, flesh and blood person before. He had always been – well Gibbs. He’d never thought of Gibbs as even human before - superhuman maybe, but not human. Now Tony’s perceptions were changing. Gibbs had a heart - a heart that could be broken - and Tony didn't want to be the one doing the breaking.
But he *wanted* this. He wanted this more than he'd ever wanted anything – and he didn't think he was strong enough to say no. He remembered what Mulder had said about him wanting to belong to Gibbs, and he knew that was true. But then Mulder had also sounded a note of warning about just how hard it would be for him to hide in such a relationship. Was he ready for anyone to look into his soul?
He heard the door slam and looked up in surprise. Half an hour had passed while he'd been pondering, and his coffee was now cold. Gibbs walked in, and Tony was struck by how exhausted he looked.
"Hey," he said. "Why don't you go sit down on the couch? I could do something for you."
Gibbs raised an eyebrow, but Tony just grinned.
"Trust me?" he asked. There it was. That word again. The 'T' word. More dangerous even than the 'L' word. Much more dangerous. Love was simple and uncomplicated in comparison to trust.
"I do," Gibbs replied, turning to go into the living room. Tony grabbed a clean, dry, towel from a pile of laundry on the table and then followed him. Gibbs sat down on the couch, and Tony knelt down in front of him. He pushed Gibbs's legs open and settled down between them. Gibbs raised a questioning eyebrow again.
"Let me do this?" Tony asked. "Stress relief? It's been a long day."
Gibbs nodded. Tony tied the towel over his own eyes and then leaned forward. His fumbling fingers found Gibbs's fly, and he opened it. Gibbs's cock sprang out, already pulsing and half hard. "Hey – looks like I'm not the only one who gets turned on around here, big boy," he commented. A second later he felt the half-hearted slap on the back of his head, and he grinned widely.
Then he leaned down and licked tentatively on the crown of Gibbs's cock. The flesh was warm and solid under his tongue, and he liked how it tasted. He felt Gibbs become fully erect in seconds. He wished he could see his dom's cock – it felt so big and powerful. He wondered what something this big would feel like pounding away in his ass, but that just made his own cock stiffen inside his pants, and, thanks to the cock ring, he knew it would stay that way for awhile.
He covered his teeth with his lips and then moved his mouth down over Gibbs's cock, enjoying the little gasp of pleasure that his dom gave. This wasn't like the previous times he'd had Gibbs's cock in his mouth. On those occasions he'd just knelt there, and Gibbs had fucked his mouth like there was no tomorrow.
This time, Tony was doing his best to please his dom, trying to be a good sub to him after a hard day at work. He wasn't experienced in giving oral sex to a guy, but he knew what he liked when receiving it, so he drew on that.
Tony’s jaw was stretched to the limit as he worked his mouth down over all that firm flesh. He wanted to go further and deeper, but his gag reflex got in the way. He really needed to figure out a way around that if he was going to get really good at this.
He did his best anyway, alternating his moves, licking and sucking enthusiastically with as much finesse as he could muster. He loved the way Gibbs gently stroked his hair as he worked, and his little grunts of pleasure. Being blindfolded helped Tony focus on his dom's response, and he found that he could tell what Gibbs particularly liked by the way his body reacted against his lips and face.
He placed his hands on Gibbs's open thighs and worked harder, throwing himself into it. Gibbs tasted like Gibbs should. He exuded some powerful pheromones that turned Tony on. He loved the warm, dark, earthy scent of the man, and the way his cock felt against his lips and on his tongue.
He could feel Gibbs getting close, and a few seconds later Gibbs grabbed his hair and pumped his come into Tony's mouth. Tony savoured the taste. It was pure, distilled Gibbs, and it didn’t get any better than that. He drank it all down and then licked Gibbs's cock clean. Then he sat back and untied the towel from around his face – to find Gibbs gazing down at him with a look of such unguarded affection that it took Tony by surprise.
"Come here," Gibbs said tiredly. He pulled Tony up onto the couch, and wrapped an arm around him, guiding his head onto his lap. Tony went, berating himself for not being strong enough to refuse. But after the day they'd had, it felt so good to just lie here and be fondled, and petted, and stroked and…loved.
Tony closed his eyes, feeling a rising tide of panic. He was getting in way too deep.
Gibbs knew something was wrong the minute he woke up the next morning. He spent a few minutes trying to figure out what it was, and then rolled over onto his side and gazed down on the mattress beside the bed – to find that it was empty.
“Tony?” He got up and glanced into the bathroom, but that was empty too.
Gibbs stood there for a moment, concentrating on the feel of the house, but he knew instinctively that Tony wasn’t in it. He knew how an empty house felt. His gut clenched fiercely, surprising him. Hadn’t he been here before - so many times? First, after Shannon and Kelly had been killed. Waking up in this house every morning and feeling the emptiness of it – this house that had once been so full of life, laughter and happiness.
Then again, after each of his wives left him. That had hurt less, because he couldn’t honestly say that he missed any of them. This was different. Tony might only have been here a few days, but Gibbs had become used to having him around. It had felt right, and if he was honest it had made him happy – and that wasn’t an emotion he’d felt in a while.
Then again, it had been his decision to make Tony wait, and he didn’t regret it. If this hurt, then it’d hurt even more if Tony walked out after he’d fucked him. Not that there were any guarantees, but Gibbs hadn’t realised how much he wanted this until he was up to his eyeballs in it.
He wondered what was going on in Tony’s head. Tony was like shifting sand, constantly moving and changing, never staying stable underfoot. It just wasn’t possible to be on solid ground when you were with him. Just when you thought you had him figured out, he shifted out of your grasp, and you were left with nothing but grains of sand in your hand.
Gibbs walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. There was a post-it note attached to the coffee jar.
“Had a hunch. See you at work. T.”
Gibbs felt a wave of relief. “Christ, I’m gonna kick your ass into next week when I get my hands on you,” he growled, scrunching up the note in his hand and tossing it angrily into the waste.
It was a wake-up call though. He couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t invested in this. He was. He hadn’t felt like this about anyone since Shannon, and he hadn’t thought he ever would again, either. Tony was just so damn addictive, with his laughing green eyes and highly responsive body. Gibbs loved the way that body felt when he was playing with it, loved the way Tony looked at him when he was loving on him and hurting him just a little at one and the same time. Tony’s eyes would darken with arousal, and he’d push his tongue between his lips, wetting them sinfully, his grin goading Gibbs on.
Gibbs went back upstairs and reached for his cell phone to call his wayward sub – only to be sent straight to voicemail.
“You’d better have a damn good reason for being unreachable, DiNozzo,” he growled into the phone. “Call me.”
He showered and dressed, one eye on the phone the entire time, and then drove into work. There was still no sign of Tony so he tried his cell again – only to go through to voicemail once more.
“DiNozzo!” he yelled into it. “Where the hell are you?”
“I’m right here, Boss,” a voice behind him replied, and Tony sauntered into the squad room with a big grin on his face. “And before you kill me, or, you know, do something even worse…” Tony grimaced. “I bring gifts!” He held aloft a tape.
“Better be the best damn gift ever,” Gibbs growled, grabbing the tape out of his hand and throwing it to a startled McGee.
“Well, it’s certainly got its moments,” Tony said, with a wink. “Get up on the wrong side of bed this morning, Boss?”
Gibbs turned to him, slowly and threateningly. “The only reason you’re still alive right now is because I want to see what’s on the tape,” he said darkly. “Now sit down, and shut up.”
“On it, Boss!” Tony sat down with a grin that said he didn’t think he’d be in trouble for very long.
McGee loaded up the tape onto the plasma, and Gibbs frowned as he gazed at the fuzzy images on the screen.
“What am I looking at?” he demanded.
“Interior of the gym locker room at 22:09 a couple of nights ago,” Tony replied promptly.
“I thought you said there were not any cameras in the locker rooms,” Ziva said, getting up to look at the screen more closely.
“There aren’t – for obvious reasons. People need their privacy. However…that’s official cameras. I found an unofficial camera hidden in the A/C unit.”
Tony nodded his head at the screen just as Charles Lamb emerged from the shower, naked and dripping wet.
“Now, that is a good looking man,” Ziva commented.
“That *was* a good looking man, Ziva,” Tony pointed out. “He’s lying downstairs in Ducky’s refrigerator right now.”
She made a face at him. “Oh – who is that?” she asked, as a second man entered the shot, behind Lamb, his back to the camera. "He is very…muscular. Hmm, he seems familiar…wait…is that…?"
Tony nodded and pointed at the screen, just as the second man turned so that they could see his face. "Yup. That's our other dead guy - Lieutenant Mark Adams - Admiral Adams’s son."
Adams pushed Lamb against the lockers and then sank down in front of him – and swallowed his cock with one smooth slide of his mouth.
"The son who is definitely not gay," Tony smirked.
“Oh. Uh…uh…that’s…explicit…” McGee stammered, his face going bright red.
“Live and learn, Probie!” Tony grinned.
“So Lamb and Adams were having an affair,” Ziva shrugged. “What does that tell us?”
“You’re not asking the right question, Ziva,” Gibbs snapped at her. She gave him a bewildered look. “It isn’t the fact that they were having oral sex in the locker room.” He glanced back at the screen, where Adams was enthusiastically sucking on Lamb’s cock.
“It’s who was spying on them having oral sex in the locker room,” Tony finished for him, pointing to the screen. “And why he was angry enough to then follow them and kill them.”
“Any ideas?” Gibbs asked.
“As a matter of fact…yes!” Tony smiled smugly.
Gibbs resisted an urge to slap the back of his head. Tony had done a good job on this, and he knew an equally good way to reward him for it later.
“Let me set the scene for you,” Tony said, clearly thoroughly enjoying himself. McGee sighed and rolled his eyes, but this was Tony’s moment, and Gibbs was going to let him have it.
“Charles Lamb is an investment banker. He’s wealthy, good-looking, intelligent, sophisticated, and he likes to keep himself in shape. He’s also gay. And kind of slutty,” Tony grinned.
“You would know,” Ziva muttered. Tony ignored her.
“And he likes muscular guys. Big, strong, beefcake kind of guys. They don’t need to have a lot going on up here…” Tony held his finger to his head and twisted. “He doesn’t really give a damn about that as long as they look good. Now, take a look at this.” Tony clicked on his keyboard and a picture of a man came up onscreen. Gibbs frowned at it - the guy seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place him. “This is Jason Tulley two years ago,” Tony explained.
“That guy you were…” Gibbs paused. The word was ‘flirting’, but he wasn’t going to say that in the squad room. “Talking to a couple of days ago?”
“Yup.” Tony had the grace to flush a fetching shade of bright red right up to the tip of his ears. ”Notice anything?”
“He’s in shape, but he isn’t anywhere near as built as he was when we saw him two days ago,” Gibbs commented looking at the picture.
“That’s right. See…Jason developed a thing for Charles Lamb. Lamb was way out of his league, but Jason fell hopelessly in love with him. So he bulked up to be the kind of guy Lamb would look twice at. And he did. So they started an affair.”
“When?” Gibbs demanded.
“Couple of months ago. For Jason, it was serious – but not for Lamb. When Mark Adams came along – younger, just as muscle-bound, and very good-looking, Lamb went after him. Jason became suspicious. He put the camera in the locker room, connected it up so that he could view the footage remotely, in real time – and caught them in the act. But, thing is, Jason bulked up by using steroids, and that made him prone to violent and aggressive outbursts.”
“He followed Lamb when he left the gym that night, tied him to a tree in the park, and gagged him!” McGee exclaimed.
Tony nodded. “That’s right, Detective McProbie! Then he waited for Adams, who would be taking the same route home a few minutes later, and he beat him to a pulp in front of Lamb, to punish Lamb for moving on from him and finding someone new. I don’t think he meant to kill Lieutenant Adams – I think he just meant to deliver a beating - but his rage spilled over, and he couldn’t help himself.”
“And once he’d killed Adams, he had no choice but to kill Lamb too – because he’d witnessed the whole thing,” Gibbs said. “Neat, DiNozzo.”
“Thank you, Boss!” Tony sat back in his chair with a wide grin.
“Got any proof?” Gibbs shot at him.
“Uh…” Tony rocked forwards again. “Uh…well, the tape…”
“It’s a good *story*, DiNozzo. But do we have any proof?” Gibbs snapped.
“No, Boss. I thought about bringing Tulley in for questioning, but then I thought that I should, you know, speak to you about it first.”
“Ya think, DiNozzo?” Gibbs glared at him, making his displeasure at being dumped first thing in the morning eminently clear. He went back to his desk and got his gun and badge. “Tony – with me. Let’s go and find out if this little theory of yours stands up to any scrutiny.”
He could hear Tony trotting along behind him. They got into the elevator together.
“So, are you still mad at me for running out on you this morning?” his sub asked, glancing sideways at him.
“What do you think, DiNozzo?”
“Just…something was niggling me, and once I had that hunch…and, well, you were sleeping like a baby and snoring like an elephant – you do know you snore right? - and so I thought…”
Gibbs reached out and slapped the back of his head firmly.
“Right.” Tony nodded. “You do know. Okay. Anyway, so I thought I’d just go and check it out.”
“Why were you even awake to have a hunch at that time of the morning, Tony?” Gibbs asked. Tony’s expression changed, becoming much more serious.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted. “Too busy thinking. Lot to think about. Big decision to make.”
Gibbs remembered how it had felt to wake up in that empty house this morning, and he felt his gut clench. “Come to any conclusions?” he asked quietly.
Tony turned to look at him, and they gazed at each other for a moment. Then the elevator reached its destination, and the moment passed. Gibbs strode out into the parking garage. Whatever decisions Tony might have made, now wasn’t the right time to talk about them.
The gym was busy when they got there. Jason Tulley took one look at them moving purposefully across the room towards him and took off at a run, which seemed like a pretty guilty thing to do. Gibbs yelled at Tony to run after him, while he went out the back exit and around to the front – just in time to see Tulley bursting out of the front door. Gibbs caught his arm to slow him down, and Tulley turned and aimed a punch at him. Gibbs ducked it, moved in fast, caught the guy a glancing blow on his solar plexus, and then took him down with a hard upper cut to the jaw – just as Tony emerged from the building.
Tony took his handcuffs from his pocket, knelt down beside Tulley, and fastened his hands behind his back.
“Like I said, he’s never been beaten in a fight, Jason,” he told their captive cheerily. “And really, you were never gonna be the first one to take him down.”
“Fuck you!” was all Tulley managed to snarl in reply.
“Why did you do it, Jason?” Tony asked. “I’m thinking you were overdosing on steroids to try and keep in shape for Lamb, and when you saw him with Adams that sent you into a jealous rage. Terrible thing, jealousy. Isn’t it, Boss?” He glanced up at Gibbs, a quirky, self-deprecating smile on his face.
“Sometimes,” Gibbs conceded. “Sometimes it’s just raging insecurity. And lack of trust,” he added. Tony’s eyes flickered in acknowledgement.
Gibbs let Tony perform the interrogation. He’d solved the case, so he deserved the arrest. Tulley wasn’t exactly a hard nut to crack – he was too volatile for that, and too hyped up on steroids – and Tony soon needled him into a full confession. It was all pretty much as Tony had laid out for them in the squad room earlier.
Gibbs reported back to SecNav and got Admiral Adams off his back, and then there was the paperwork to do, so it was late by the time he finally got home.
Tony was already there, sitting in the dark on the couch, staring into space. Gibbs didn’t turn the light on. He sat down beside his sub.
“So…” Gibbs began.
“I need to leave,” Tony interrupted him.
Gibbs felt his gut clench again, for the third time in one day. “Yeah,” he said wearily. He'd been left by three wives, two subs, and various lovers. He knew how the script went. “I know.”
“You’re right.” Tony turned to look at him in the darkness of the room. “It’s a big decision. I was being flippant about it. You deserve more than that. You’ve been upfront with me all the way along. It’s important though. There are…” He hesitated. “Feelings involved,” he said eventually. “Real feelings. You kept telling me we weren’t playing at it, but see, thing is, I was having so much fun it didn’t feel that way to me.”
Gibbs scratched his hand over his jaw, feeling the stubble rasp against his fingertips.
“I’m going home,” Tony told him. “Tonight. I’m going home. I need the thinking time. Alone.”
“Okay.” Gibbs nodded tiredly. “Whatever you need, Tony.”
Tony put a hand on his jaw and then leaned in and kissed him. It was a sweet, tender kiss, light and gentle. Tony drew back.
“I screw up, Gibbs,” he said, his green eyes gleaming. “That’s what I do. All the time. You know that.”
“No.” It was Gibbs’s turn to reach out and grab Tony’s jaw now. He turned Tony’s face back so that he was looking at him. “You didn’t screw up today, Tony. And I wouldn’t have kept you on my team if I thought you were a screw up. You’re not. You just have your…insane moments.”
Tony grinned, his teeth unnaturally white in the darkness. “Insane moments? Yeah. Is that what this week has been? One long insane moment, all set in motion by me using a dead man’s ID to get into a place I didn’t belong?”
“If it was insanity, then I joined you in it,” Gibbs sighed. “Go, Tony. Make your decision.” He already had a pretty good idea what that would be, judging by the tone of their conversation this evening.
“It’s complicated,” Tony told him, as if by way of explanation and yet somehow explaining nothing.
Gibbs shook his head. “No. It really isn’t. It’s simple. It’s about trust, Tony. Go away, think about it – see if you can trust me.”
Tony nodded, and then he got up. “Sorry,” he muttered.
“Never apologise,” Gibbs replied automatically.
“I know.” Tony looked down on him. “Sorry anyway,” he said again, and then he left.
Gibbs went upstairs to get changed and then went straight back down to the basement. He emptied some nails out of a jar, poured himself a whole jarful of bourbon, and swallowed it down in a few gulps. He started walking towards the boat but didn’t make it that far. He turned back, grabbed the bottle of bourbon, and disappeared with it under the boat.
At some point, and he wasn’t sure when, he got his cell phone out, fumbled with it for several interminable minutes, and then waited for a familiar voice to answer.
“You fucking bastard,” he croaked. “I told you I didn’t want to do this again, but you didn’t fucking listen. Told you it was cruel. Christ, how many times...” He shook his head, losing his train of thought.
“Jethro? Is that you?” Walter sounded concerned.
Gibbs laughed out loud. “Who the fuck else would it be? How many fucking people d’you think I can stand to lose, Walter? How many? Huh?”
He took another swig of the bourbon and gazed up at the roof of the boat overhead. He had known this was a mistake. He had told Walter it was a mistake. And it *was* a mistake. He shouldn’t have taken the risk. Shouldn’t have opened up that part of himself that wanted this, shouldn’t have exposed himself to the inevitable disappointment.
He blinked again and hours seemed to pass. He was aware of someone clambering under the boat and then hauling him out on his ass.
“Bed,” Walter told him firmly.
“Fuck you,” he snarled in reply, but Walter was too big and too strong for him to fight when he was this drunk.
“Bed, Private Gibbs. Now!” Walter snapped, pulling Gibbs’s arm over his shoulders and dragging him up the stairs. Gibbs gazed at him blearily, opening his mouth to protest. “Don’t fucking argue with me, son,” Walter told him, in that no-nonsense tone that even several decades later made Gibbs feel like he was back at boot camp again.
He shut up and allowed Walter to half walk, half carry him up to his room and throw him down on the bed.
Gibbs rolled over and gazed blankly at the empty mattress on the floor beside the bed, as empty tonight as it had been this morning. They never did stay. Not the wives, not the lovers, not the subs. Not anyone. They always left eventually, and sometimes he cared more than others.
This time he cared.
Tony sat in the corner of the bar, nursing his glass of coke. He liked this place. It was a dirty, seedy dive, but it was the kind of place where nobody would try to pick you up, talk to you, or start a fight with you. Nobody made eye contact. Nobody asked you any questions. Nobody was even friendly. You just got left alone to sit and think - and sitting and thinking was precisely what he was doing right now. He'd gone to his apartment after leaving Gibbs's house initially, but there were too many distractions there – his jazz CDs, his massive DVD collection - and his right hand and newly free and available cock.
Okay, so he *could* jerk off, and Gibbs wouldn't know - hell, right now it was none of Gibbs's business – but he didn't want to. He felt like he'd entered into some kind of agreement with Gibbs, and until he had given the man his definitive answer he wasn't going to break his side of the bargain. He wasn't sure why that was important – he just knew that it was.
He stared into his coke blankly, trying to figure out what to do. He'd deliberately steered clear of alcohol – that wouldn't help. He might as well be back at his apartment watching a movie if he wanted to practise avoidance. He didn't. He just wanted to be sure that he'd given this his best shot. He had to be clear on what he wanted, and why, and why this wouldn't work. Gibbs deserved that. The guy had been completely honest about what *he* wanted from the minute he first stepped into Murray's Bar last Saturday night. Tony was the one who was struggling with it.
Someone slid into the booth opposite him, and he looked up, annoyed at the intrusion.
"Hey," Mulder said, in his usual monotone.
"How the hell did you know where to find me?" Tony demanded.
"I spent years searching for my sister. I tracked down countless monsters, aliens, super-soldiers, and conspiracies in the process. You, my friend, were child's play by comparison. I barely had to try," Mulder shrugged.
"Did Walter send you?" Tony asked. "Is Gibbs okay?" he added anxiously. “Did something happen to him?”
"Not as far as I know. And no, Walter didn't send me. I just thought it was time that you and I had a little talk."
"Well, I don't want to talk," Tony snapped, glaring at him. “I just want to sit here and have a quiet drink.”
Mulder glanced at his glass, and then, ignoring Tony’s protest, picked it up and took a sip. "Coke?” he grinned, putting the glass back down. “You really are living dangerously tonight, Tony."
"I'm trying to think. Trying to figure out what to do."
"Nah. You're not. Not really. You already know what you want to do – you're just too scared to do it, so you're trying to find reasons not to."
"What the hell would you know about it?"
"I know." Mulder sat back in his seat and surveyed Tony with that strangely disconcerting gaze of his.
"You ever find them?" Tony asked.
Mulder frowned. "Who?"
"The monsters? The aliens? You ever find any of those?"
Mulder laughed. "Hey, Tony – it's me, Mulder! That misdirection shit might work on other people - hell, it might even work on Gibbs for all I know - but it won't work on me."
Tony stared at him. He'd never met anyone like Mulder. Nobody ever called him on the tricks he played the way Mulder did. Gibbs sometimes recognised them and slapped his head to snap him out of it, but even he rarely called him on them in such a direct way.
"First week of my slavery was the hardest," Mulder told him, in a casual tone. "I kept trying to play Walter, and he wouldn't be played. I remember one time I packed my stuff and sat waiting for him to come home so I could tell him I was leaving."
"Really? Why?" Tony found himself sucked into the story despite himself. He took a sip of his coke.
"Why was I leaving?" Mulder frowned. "Y'know, I can't remember. I think it was something to do with Wanda leaving dirty paw prints on the clean laundry."
"What?" Tony spluttered out his mouthful of coke.
Mulder laughed and spread his hands in a gesture of amusement. "I know. I was an idiot back then."
"Why did you decide to stay?"
"Maybe I wasn't a *complete* idiot," Mulder grinned. Then he leaned forward and gazed at Tony earnestly across the table. "Want to know what my life's motto was back then, Tony?"
"Not really, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me anyway."
Mulder inclined his head. "I mentioned it to you once before - my motto was 'Trust No-one', and I really didn't. I didn't trust a damn person, not even my best friend, Dana. But, thing is, I had another motto too, and those two mottos were kind of mutually exclusive and just kept on colliding. I can tell that you're just dying to know what the other one was."
"Oh yeah. Killing myself here waiting for it," Tony muttered into his coke.
"It was 'I Want to Believe'. And I did. I wanted to believe in someone. Never had, my entire life. Never really believed that anyone would be there for me and catch me when I fell. I didn't trust Walter in those early days, but I so wanted to. I wanted to believe in him."
"You think this is what I'm going through with Gibbs?" Tony asked.
"Is it?" Mulder quirked up an eyebrow.
"No. It's like I said to you on Saturday in that playroom of yours - I'm just in this for the kinky sex. I thought that's what this was all about – but it's not. It's about other stuff – stuff that I'm not good at. It's about love, and commitment, and all that shit, and I don't honestly know that I can give him that."
"Don't lie to yourself, Tony." Mulder's gaze was intense, and it was freaking him out.
"I'm not…" he began.
"Bullshit. You are. When Walter picked you up in that bar on Friday night, you were wasted. You'd stolen a dead guy's ID to get in there, and you couldn't stop babbling to Walter about Gibbs and what you wanted to be to him. You're in love with him, Tony, and you've been in love with him for years. So don't tell me you're not any good at love. You're a fucking marathon runner where love is concerned – you can do it tirelessly, for years on end, without any hint of respite, and without ever once demanding anything in return."
"That's different," Tony said with a shrug. "That's easy."
"No, it damn well isn't," Mulder riposted. "Loving someone with that degree of constancy and devotion is hard. I'm shit at it. Walter had to pretty much teach me how to do it. When Walter enslaved me, I just viewed him as someone I could manipulate into giving me what I wanted – it took me a long time to learn how to really love him, the way he deserves. That's not how it is for you with Gibbs."
"How the hell do you know?"
"I know." Mulder leaned back, an infuriatingly smug look on his face. “I understand you, Tony.”
"Look, I'm not you," Tony pointed out bluntly. "Your issues aren't mine, Mulder."
"True." Mulder nodded. "Let me lay yours out for you then, Tony. You've been in love with this guy for years, and now you finally have a chance with him it's scaring you shitless. Not because you're not good at love, or commitment, or any of that crap – but because the closer you get to him the harder it'll be for you to hide from him. You are terrified that at some point you'll screw up, and he'll see who you really are, and then he'll reject you. And you don't think you can handle him rejecting you. In fact, you already know you can't by the way you reacted when he stopped slapping your head. You'd rather keep yourself safe than risk that happening."
Tony drank down the remains of the coke, slowly, hiding behind the glass. When he finished, he had composed himself enough to paint on his best and most deflective smile.
"Thanks, Mulder. Appreciate the pep-talk."
Mulder laughed out loud again. "The happy, shiny Tony face doesn't work with me, either, Tony."
Tony's grin faded, and he stopped pretending altogether. He leaned forward. "Don't try and fuck with my head, Mulder. I don't like it, and I might not be so polite if you don't shut the fuck up."
"Ah. Okay." Mulder leaned back in his seat and put his hands behind his head. "At least that's honest."
"Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, it's late, and tonight's a school night." Tony got up to leave.
"What did you do, Tony?" Mulder asked.
"What?" Tony stiffened.
"What did you do that's so bad you think you can't ever be forgiven? Is it really that bad, or do you just think it is?"
Tony felt as if someone had taken an axe to his legs and chopped them out from under him. He sat back down again with a thud.
"I’m not talking to you about it," he hissed.
"And I'm not the one who needs to know. Why don't you tell Gibbs – let him judge how bad it is?"
"But you don't think you can hide it, either. Not in a close relationship – not in the kind of relationship you're headed for if you don't pull back before it's too late."
Tony gazed blankly at the empty glass on the table in front of him.
"You've been in love with the guy for eight years - can't you trust him enough to know he won't reject you? I mean, whatever you might have once done, he knows you. He knows the person you are now, Tony."
"He knows as much as I want him to know." Tony gave a shaky kind of laugh.
"Ah. I get it. I don't think it’s about him not forgiving you." Mulder leaned forward again. "I think it's about you not being able to forgive yourself."
Tony shook his head, continuing to gaze resolutely at the glass on the table. "You don't know. I can't. I just can't."
"Look, I know all about guilt. When my sister was taken…"
"You didn't do that! You didn't take her!" Tony said, in a heated tone. Then he glanced around with a grimace as some of the other people in the bar turned to look at him. "You didn't do anything," Tony said, in a quieter voice. "You just felt guilty because you couldn't stop it happening – but you didn't actually DO it. You didn't cause it to happen, Mulder."
Mulder sat back, nodding thoughtfully. "Okay. I understand. In the playroom, you said there was something you wanted to be punished for, and I said it didn't work that way. Did you find that out this week, Tony? Did you find the things Gibbs did to you were good, in a way you hadn't expected? Even when they hurt, you got turned on, didn’t you? Maybe it didn't feel enough like punishment – maybe it felt too good for that, huh?"
Tony looked up sharply, wishing this man sitting in front of him wasn't so damn perceptive.
"Yes, it felt good," he agreed. "Hell, I loved every single second of it – even when it was painful, or just damn difficult. He knew just how to play me, Mulder. It felt so *right*. Didn't feel like punishment at all."
"Did you ask him for that? Did you ask him for punishment?"
"Yeah. He refused," Tony shrugged. "Said it was his choice, not mine, and he's right. If I'm his sub, then he's right." He gazed at Mulder for a few seconds and then couldn't help himself. He had to ask. "Did Walter give you a safe word when you and he first got together, Mulder?"
Mulder looked slightly surprised by the question. "No." He shook his head.
Tony felt a surge of anger. "Gibbs did. Why did he do that, Mulder? Why does he think I need some kind of get out of jail free card? Does he think I can't take it? Does he think I can't handle being his sub?"
"Hey – you have to remember that Walter and I were both experienced players when we first hooked up," Mulder explained. "Hell, Walter was the most famous dom in the entire city. He knew what he was doing, and he'd done his research on me. But he had good reason not to give me a safe word. He knew that if he did, I'd have used it to try and manipulate him, to gain power over him, to use him the way I'd used all the other tops I'd played with – to mould him into what I wanted him to be and then move on when I'd used him up. That's what I did back then. I was kind of a shit."
Tony had a feeling that if Walter was here he'd dispute that, but then he also had a feeling that Mulder was pretty hard on himself.
"You're a newbie, Tony – and Gibbs hasn't played in a long time. He's just trying to make sure he gets it right. That doesn't mean he's giving you a get out of jail free card, or whatever weird way you're looking at it. He just doesn't want to hurt you."
"Well, I don't want it." Tony stared at his empty glass moodily.
"Because you want it to feel real? Edgy? Because you want to know that you have no control over any of it?" Mulder queried. "Or because you want him to go too far and really hurt you – so that you can get that punishment you want so much?"
"I don't know. I just know I don't want it."
"Walter did give me a safe word once," Mulder mused. Tony looked up again. "I'd forgotten – but once, when we were playing around with a rape fantasy – he gave me one then. We were role-playing, so it was different to usual, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to judge my reactions as accurately because of that. He was just being a responsible top – the way Gibbs is. Gibbs is a good man. You should trust him."
Ah, there it was, the 't' word again. Tony ran his hands through his hair. "I don't know what to do, Mulder," he admitted. "He's been very clear about what he wants - he wants a 24/7 sub – and he's shown me a taste of what it'll be like, so I can decide if that's what I want to be to him. I have until the end of tomorrow to decide - but I don't know what the hell to do."
"Sure you do." Mulder grinned at him. Tony raised an eyebrow. "You're overcomplicating things here, Tony. He's only asked you to be sure about what you want – he hasn't asked you to be perfect, or not to have made mistakes in the past. He hasn't even asked you not to make any mistakes going forward because you will – because we all do, because we're human. All he's asking you, right now, is this: Do you want to be his 24/7 sub? Do you, Tony? Do you want to be his? Do you want to belong to him?"
Yes. Oh God yes.
Tony gazed at Mulder helplessly. Could it really be that simple?
"Don't think about tomorrow, or next week, or about him finding out whatever it is you're hiding, Tony. Don't think about what you think you deserve, or what you think Gibbs deserves. Do what you want to do – in here." Mulder reached across the table and patted Tony's chest, above his heart. "Think 'I Want to Believe' instead of 'Trust No-One'." He gave a self-deprecating little grin. "It sure as hell worked for me!"
He stood up and looked down on Tony.
"I've gotta get home. I can't tell you what your decision should be, Tony. I'll just say this - if you don't do this, you'll always wonder what might have been – and I think you'll kick yourself for the rest of your life."
"Great. You've been no help at all," Tony told him sourly. Mulder shot him a broad grin.
"You mean I didn't say the things you wanted to hear? That if this is too big and scary then you shouldn't do it? That if you have any doubts it's best to stick to what's safe?" He gave a wry little laugh. "Hell, that's not me, Tony. When I want something, I go for it. That's what I did with Walter, and I've never regretted it for even a second. You never know how long it'll be around, or when it'll get taken away from you – so you gotta grab it while it's there and enjoy it while you can. And if, one day, it all goes wrong – well, at least you'll know you gave it your best shot."
He patted Tony on the shoulder, and then he turned and left the bar. Tony gazed after him. He made it sound so damn easy, but it wasn’t.
With a sigh, he went back over to the bar and ordered another coke.
Gibbs woke the next morning with a pounding headache and a tongue that felt like it was covered in a thick layer of fur. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand: 6 a.m. No matter what time he went to bed, his internal body clock always woke him around 6. He sat up, remembered the events of last night – hazily – and groaned.
There was no sign of Walter, but then he assumed his old gunny had let himself out after putting him to bed. He went to relieve his aching bladder, glanced at himself in the mirror, and winced. He looked like shit. There were dark shadows under his eyes that reminded him of those terrible months after Shannon and Kelly had been killed. This didn't compare to that, but he was surprised that anything could make him feel even halfway as bad again.
Gibbs was a Marine through and through, and he knew there was nothing to be done but suck it up and get on with life, the way he'd done so often before. He took a shower, shaved, scrubbed his mouth with a toothbrush for several minutes until it felt clean again, and then got dressed and went to work.
He grabbed two coffees on the way in, drank one of them before he hit his desk and then started in on the other immediately. By the time he was through his second cup he felt halfway human again. Not that his subordinates would have known that, as he stomped around the squad room handing out assignments and glaring at anyone who came within spitting distance of his desk.
When Tony arrived, twenty minutes late, Gibbs shot him a baleful glare.
"Keeping officers' hours now, DiNozzo?" he growled.
"Sorry, Boss…I didn't realise the time," Tony replied with an apologetic shrug.
“Late night last night?” Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
Tony winced. “Kind of. Yeah.”
Gibbs continued glaring at him. Tony looked tired, but he didn't look as if he'd spent the night getting drunk under a boat. Gibbs wasn't sure what he'd expected; Tony had always been glib and extremely adept at hiding whatever he might be thinking or feeling. Gibbs was the opposite – he might not talk about what he was feeling, but if he was in a bad mood he damn well let it show.
"Maybe a time management class will help you. There's one starting in five minutes in the conference room – if ya think you can get there on time."
"Uh…I'm not down to take that class, Boss!" Tony protested.
“You are now.”
"I mean…I thought…it's just that usually you fix it so that none of us have to take them."
"Well, I didn't think any of you needed ‘em before, but clearly I was wrong," Gibbs snapped.
"Yeah, but you usually say that they're a complete waste of time. And then you kind of chuckle to yourself because it's a joke – you know, time management, waste of time? Yeah, we never think it’s that funny, either. Uh, but you always say that the guy running them is a complete idiot, and you'd like to time how long it takes him to find his ass and pull his own head out from it."
Gibbs raised an eyebrow and treated Tony to his full death glare.
"Time Management class - on it, Boss," Tony sighed, disappearing in the direction of the conference room.
Gibbs turned back to his work, but he couldn't help the little grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Tony might never be his sub, but he would always be the smart ass who made him smile. Partly, it was his complete disregard of the trouble he was in – and his willingness to just keep on digging a hole until he was up to his neck in it.
He got a call a couple of hours later – the medical tests they'd had done a few days before had come back clean. Gibbs put the phone down with an ironic little smile. So, the good news was that he could fuck Tony without having to use a condom. The bad news was that he wasn't going to get the chance to fuck Tony at all, so it didn't damn well matter.
Tony returned in the early afternoon, looking like he'd spent several hours being horribly tortured. "Please don't ever do that to me again, Boss," he said as he took his seat.
"Get here on time, and I won't have to," Gibbs retorted.
"It was a living hell."
"No – it wasn't, but I promise you that I can make your life just that if you don't get on with some work. You've already wasted half the day."
"*I* wasted it? You sent me in there!" Tony protested.
"And now you're behind – so catch up," Gibbs told him firmly, getting up to go to Vance's office for a meeting.
He could feel Tony glaring after him, but Gibbs had no intention of allowing his emotions to interfere with his job. He wasn't punishing Tony for their conversation the previous evening. He would have had the same exchange of words with Tony if this had happened any other day – but he had to admit that he was glad that he hadn't had to sit opposite Tony all morning. Feeling as he did right now, that really would have been a kind of torture.
Gibbs left the meeting an hour later and paused at the top of the stairs, looking down on Tony working at his desk below. He wondered if Tony would seek him out to confirm the decision they both knew he’d already made, or whether they'd just avoid the issue, like the crap-at-communicating men they both were. He suspected the latter. Neither of them would ever mention it again. Perhaps that was for the best. They’d tried it, and it hadn’t worked. There wasn’t really anything else to say.
Gibbs returned to his desk and spent the rest of the afternoon working in silence. His team, sensing his mood, all did the same. Every so often, Gibbs glanced over at Tony, but Tony looked exactly the same as usual. There was no sign that today meant anything to him, and Gibbs didn’t catch him shooting any glances in his direction.
Gibbs went into another meeting early in the evening, and it was late by the time he returned – to find that all his team had left for the day. He stood beside Tony’s desk, gazing at it broodingly for a moment. So that was it. Tony had made his decision. Fair enough. He could handle that. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen it coming.
Gibbs finished up his paperwork and only when there was nothing else that could conceivably occupy his time, did he finally give up for the night and go home.
The house was in darkness when he got in, and he headed for the stairs to get changed into sweats and go work on the boat for a few hours. He was determined to at least not get drunk this evening. Maybe he’d call Walter and arrange to meet him for a few beers tomorrow night, but not tonight. Tonight he wanted to lick his wounds alone and in silence, the way he always did. He was still a lone wolf at heart. That never changed.
He was halfway up the stairs when he saw the light flickering under the door in the living room. He frowned and walked slowly back down again, wondering what the hell it was. It was too dim to be the overhead light. The flickering made him wonder if the place was on fire, but he couldn’t smell burning.
He put his hand on the living room door, opened it cautiously, and then stood there, with his mouth half open. It took a hell of a lot to shock Leroy Jethro Gibbs into speechlessness, but the tableau in front of him did just that.
The room was lit with dozens of candles, but that wasn’t what caught his eye. His gaze was drawn immediately to the naked man kneeling in the middle of the room, his oiled skin glistening in the candlelight. In front of him, on one of the cushions from the couch, was the collar Gibbs had recently bought.
Tony looked up, straight at him. “The answer’s yes,” he said.
Tony held his breath as Gibbs walked towards him. He'd jerked the guy around enough over the past few days, and he wasn't entirely sure that Gibbs would forgive him for that.
Gibbs stopped in front of him, looking down on him, his expression unreadable.
"One question," he said. Tony tensed, waiting for it. "What the hell are all the candles for?"
Tony grinned, relaxing immediately. "It's a big, dramatic, romantic gesture, Gibbs – entirely in keeping with the importance of the moment."
Now it was Gibbs's turn to grin. "And the being naked and oiled thing?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Just making sure I got your attention. You should get used to that if I'm gonna be your sub."
"Aw hell, Tony, you definitely have my attention right now." Gibbs's sharp-eyed gaze raked over his body, turning Tony on. That gaze lingered on Tony's now semi-erect cock. "You shaved?"
"Yeah. Good? Or not?"
Gibbs's tongue darted out and licked his lower lip as he surveyed Tony's smooth, hairless genitals. Tony's cock hardened even more. Gibbs looked like he was anticipating a good meal.
"It'll do," Gibbs grunted, which Tony guessed was as much of a sign of approval as he was going to get.
Tony shifted back so that his ass was almost resting on the soles of his feet. He picked up the cushion, with the collar resting on top, and held it up for Gibbs.
"Collar me," he said softly. "Please."
Gibbs removed the collar from the cushion, and Tony let the cushion drop to the floor and knelt forward eagerly. Gibbs caressed the collar thoughtfully as he gazed down on Tony.
"You sure about this?" he asked.
Tony's heart skipped a beat. "Yes. I know I've screwed up – a lot - these past few days, but that's because I was having trouble figuring this out. I want this, Gibbs. I want this so much. You have to believe that."
Gibbs continued to gaze at him, the collar hanging from his fingers.
"Look, I can't promise you that I'll get it right, or even that I'll be any good at it," Tony continued desperately. "I can't tell you I won't screw up going forward. I can only tell you that I want this – you – more than anything I've ever wanted."
He tried to pour every single ounce of sincerity into his words, needing Gibbs to see just how much he meant it.
Gibbs reached out, wrapped his hand loosely around Tony's neck, and stroked his thumb over the oiled skin.
"The minute I put this collar on you, everything changes. You'll become mine then, Tony – completely mine. I won't hold back, the way I've been doing all week. You ready for that? You think you can handle that?"
"Yes." Tony nodded. "Hell, I've been handling you and your hard-wired dominance issues for years. This'll just be the payoff."
Gibbs quirked up an eyebrow. Tony grinned. "I've been your unrewarded sub all this time, Gibbs, with no hot sex to offset the constant demands. Now I get to experience the good stuff."
Gibbs smiled, still stroking his thumb rhythmically over Tony's neck. "If you have any doubts, then you should say so now."
"No doubts," Tony said firmly.
Gibbs gazed at him, his blue eyes boring holes into Tony's soul. Then, finally, he seemed convinced of Tony's sincerity, and he removed his hand from Tony's throat and began opening up the collar. Tony reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping him. Gibbs looked down at him, a question in his eyes.
"No doubts – none at all - about being your 24/7 sub. Plenty of other doubts – or fears, or whatever - about a lot of other shit," Tony said quietly.
Gibbs nodded slowly. "Understood. We'll figure it out, Tony. Together. Now - you ready?"
Tony swallowed hard. "Ready."
Gibbs opened up the collar and reached out towards him, and then Tony felt the soft lining of the collar against his neck. Gibbs flipped the leather tongue through the buckle and spent a moment figuring out the right place to fasten it so that it wasn't too tight or too loose. Finally, he pulled the leather collar shut around Tony's neck and buckled it.
Tony knelt there, wondering why this felt like such a huge deal. The collar was warm and snug, loose enough to be comfortable but tight enough to make its presence constantly felt – he knew he'd never forget it was there. It felt right - as if it belonged there.
Gibbs took a half-step back and gazed down on him again. Tony was surprised by the depth of emotion he saw in his dom's eyes.
"Christ, Tony…that looks so damn good on you," he said in a hoarse tone of voice.
He swept forwards, took Tony's head between his hands, raised his face upwards – and then leaned down and kissed him on the mouth.
If their first kiss in this room, several days ago, had been a statement of intent, then this was Gibbs sealing the deal. His lips were hungry and urgent as he devoured Tony's mouth with his own. He was forceful and passionate, but also tightly controlled, every inch the dom kissing his collared sub for the first time.
Tony tried to stay upright, tried to respond and stay in the kiss, but Gibbs didn’t seem satisfied with that. He wasn't requesting Tony's surrender – he was demanding it. Tony struggled, trying to maintain some semblance of independence and control, but Gibbs fought him for it. Gibbs plundered his mouth ruthlessly with his tongue, making him his own. Then, finally, Tony realised what was going on, what Gibbs was asking of him, and he gave in with a tiny, breathless moan. Gibbs pressed home his advantage, continuing to kiss him until Tony's body relaxed, and Tony stopped thinking and became what he knew he wanted to be: Gibbs's willing sub.
Gibbs kissed him for a little longer, and only when he seemed sure that Tony had submitted to him did he release him. Tony gazed up at him, shocked by how decisively Gibbs had dominated him with just one kiss.
Gibbs gave a tight little grin, and then he leaned forward and spoke directly into Tony's ear, in barely more than a growl.
"Upstairs, boy. First I'm gonna show you what true submission is, and then I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll see stars."
He helped a still dazed Tony to his feet, and then he glanced around the candlelit room with a devious little grin on his face.
"These were a great idea, Tony," he said, grabbing one of the candles from a shelf. "I know the perfect thing to do with it."
Tony wasn't sure that he liked the sound of that. He watched as Gibbs blew out all the other candles except the one he was holding. Then Gibbs returned to his side, fastened a firm hand around his wrist, and pulled him out of the room and up the stairs. Tony’s heart was racing, and he was acutely aware of the collar around his neck and the hungry press of Gibbs's body beside him. Gibbs had always been a dangerous man, but right now Tony felt like he was in the presence of a deadly predator – and he was the prey.
Gibbs pulled him into the bedroom, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him again. His clothes were rough against Tony's naked skin, and Tony felt his cock start to harden once more as Gibbs held his arms by his sides and kissed him without mercy. Tony didn't struggle this time. He just surrendered and allowed Gibbs to claim him with another dizzying kiss.
Gibbs drew away, leaving Tony hanging there, moaning softly to himself. Gibbs put the candle down on the nightstand, grabbed a bag from his closet, and then turned back to Tony.
"Hands," he said. Tony blinked, confused. "Hands," Gibbs repeated in an irritated tone, holding up a leather cuff.
Tony breathed in sharply and quickly held out both his hands. Gibbs fastened a black leather cuff to each of his wrists and then knelt down and repeated the exercise with his ankles. Tony wondered just what the hell was going to happen to him next. Gibbs seemed to read his thoughts.
"Ssh." He took hold of Tony's face between his hands again and forced Tony to look at him.
"Ummm…" Tony hung there anxiously.
"Ssh," Gibbs said again. "You’re wearing my collar now." He said it in a fierce tone of pride. "What's your safe word?" he demanded.
"Use it if you need to."
Tony nodded, still feeling dazed.
"Bed." Gibbs nodded his head in the direction of the bed. "On your back," he added.
Tony stumbled the few steps over there and collapsed onto it – which was a relief as he wasn't sure his legs would hold him up for much longer.
Gibbs pulled a few more items from his bag and put them on the nightstand. He returned to the bed and got on it, straddling Tony's body.
"Close your eyes," he ordered.
"Gibbs!" Tony protested. "You said I could see. I want to see…" He moved his hands in the direction of Gibbs's belt, pulling on it, wanting to finally get a chance to see the big, pulsing cock he'd already had in his mouth several times.
"Later," Gibbs ordered brusquely. He grabbed Tony's wrists firmly in his hands and pushed them over Tony's head. "Is this obedience? Is it submission?" he demanded roughly.
"You're wearing my collar," Gibbs growled. "You're not a probie any more. You know what I want – I've spent all week teaching you. Tell me what you've learned."
"Uh…" Tony wished he could think clearly, but all he could think about was being naked and totally powerless in Gibbs's grasp. Gibbs had always been highly dominant, but now Tony was aware just how much he'd been reining it in.
"Uh…" Gibbs forced his wrists down into the pillows and leaned over him, forcing him to focus. "Right…uh…rule number one – always obey you. Rule number two – don’t lie to you. Rule number three - don’t keep you waiting. Rule number four - no attitude. Rule number five…" His voice broke. Gibbs was looking down at him like he was about to tear him open with just his teeth and swallow him whole.
"Rule number five…nobody can touch me except you," Tony said hoarsely. "Rule number six – no wheedling."
"And the cardinal rule?"
"The cardinal rule - I belong…I belong to you." He blinked, the realisation suddenly seeping into his consciousness and settling in his stomach, warm and comforting. "I belong to you," he repeated. "I belong – to you." He couldn't keep the note of wonder out of his voice.
"Remember them," Gibbs growled. "Now close your eyes."
Tony did so, immediately and without question this time. Gibbs could do whatever he liked to him. He belonged to Gibbs. Finally, he *belonged*.
He felt Gibbs fastening the blindfold over his eyes, taking him down into blackness. Then he felt Gibbs's hands on his wrists. He couldn't see what Gibbs was doing exactly, but he heard a clinking sound, felt a tugging sensation on the D ring of one of the cuffs, and then his left arm was immobilised above his head. He guessed it had been fastened to the iron bedpost with some kind of chain. The same thing happened to his right arm.
Next, Gibbs pulled Tony's legs so that they were wide apart, and then they too were tied fast. Now he was staked out, totally immobile. Tony tried tugging on his bonds, but Gibbs had been his usual efficient self and there was no chance of escape. Tony wasn't sure if he was scared or reassured by that.
"Submit," a voice whispered in his ear, and he jumped.
"Trying," he muttered feebly.
"You'll submit," Gibbs told him confidently. "I'm gonna take you right down, Tony, break you in, make you give everything up to me. And *then* I'm gonna fuck you. Remember - you can come when my cock is in your ass, but only then. So if you don't get off during that time, too late. Come before then, and I'll punish you - hard. Your body belongs to me now, and it'll do what I want when I want - and it only gets off when I give it permission. Understood?"
"Yes, Boss," Tony whimpered. His cock was now rock hard.
"What's your safe word?"
"Good. Another time I'll gag you, but not tonight. Tonight I want you to focus on the fact your body belongs to me now, so I'm gonna remove another distraction.
Tony felt something being pulled over his head – and then everything went silent. He was aware of some kind of padded material against his ears, cutting out all sound.
His world was transformed. He couldn't see or hear anything, and his arms and legs were securely fastened so that he couldn't move, either.
He was naked, bound, blindfolded, and helpless - and entirely at Gibbs's mercy.
Gibbs took a step back and surveyed his sub. Christ, Tony looked so damn good like this. His oiled body was glistening in the candlelight, long limbs tied to all four corners of the bed. Gibbs took a moment to just enjoy the sight, drinking in the dappled golden brown tones of Tony's skin, and the thick covering of hair on his upper chest, narrowing down to a point leading to his groin…which was completely smooth. Tony's hard cock was standing up, stiff and ready, and his balls were pink and ripe beneath.
Gibbs took a couple of deep breaths. He longed to go down and take Tony's cock in his mouth, but that would have to wait. He wanted to take his time over this.
He undressed slowly, giving his sub plenty of time to get used to his newly helpless state. He wanted Tony to go into himself and really experience his own submission. He finished undressing and stood there, naked, his own cock as hard as Tony's. Then he went over to the nightstand and quietly arranged all the equipment he wanted to use. Finally, he turned back to Tony and surveyed him again.
God, it had been so long since he'd had a sub to play with like this – and he'd never had one tied up naked to his own bed. He'd never allowed it to happen before. Now he had his own collared submissive, willing and trussed up, waiting for him.
His gaze raked over the black leather collar around Tony's throat, and the sight turned him on so much he decided that before anything else he had to fuck Tony's mouth, just to relieve the tension. He was sure that he'd be able to come again later on this evening, while riding Tony's tight ass. He might not be a horny teenager any more, but he had no doubt at all that the presence of his newly collared sub in his bed would be enough to keep his libido ignited all night long. Besides, he needed to concentrate, and he didn't think he'd be able to while he was this hard and turned on.
He knelt on the bed, straddled his sub, and took Tony's face firmly in his hands. Tony jumped, like a startled animal, and Gibbs stroked his hair for a few seconds, gentling him. He wasn't surprised that Tony was jittery. This was all new to him, and he wasn't used to the sensory deprivation or the sense of helplessness that it created. He would take Tony slowly down, until his sub accepted that Gibbs was in charge now, and his own body was no longer within his control.
Gibbs raised Tony's head by placing several pillows under his neck and shoulders, and then he leaned over him, opened Tony's mouth with his thumb, and slid his hard cock between his sub's lips. Tony made a muffled little sound and tried to suck down, but Gibbs didn't want that tonight. He made it clear that he didn't expect Tony to serve him in any other way than by keeping his mouth open and taking what he was given.
Gibbs rocked his thighs back and forth, thrusting forcefully into Tony's mouth. It felt so warm and good around his cock, and the situation was so arousing that Gibbs was soon ready to come. He sank his hand into Tony's hair and thrust faster and harder, his balls pounding against Tony's chin, his cock hitting the back of Tony's throat, making him splutter occasionally.
Gibbs withdrew just before he came, and instead of spurting his come down Tony's throat, he deliberately ejaculated onto his sub's chin and chest instead. The thick, pearly liquid splashed onto Tony's naked body, making Gibbs grin. He'd already marked Tony's neck with his bites and his ass with his cane – now he had marked his body with his come. He'd leave it on his sub all evening – he was sure the lesson wouldn't be lost on Tony.
Tony was the territory he was marking.
Tony lay there, shocked, unable to move as his dom’s warm come cooled on his body. He had no doubt that the move was deliberate on Gibbs's part. It shouldn't be such a turn on, but it was, damn it!
Tony’s breathing was coming in fast, shallow pants, nervy and over-excited. He wasn’t sure where Gibbs was, and he started to panic, thinking that his top might have left the room. He pulled on the cuffs desperately, a handful of work cases coming to mind: a mechanic, tied to the bed by his girlfriend while she went to work on a prototype robotic jeep – and was murdered, never to return. The girl tied to the bed in a hotel room, found by the maid, her boyfriend killed in an accident. It had been her false accusation of rape that had caused Tony to end up at Bethesda with the pneumonic plague. He gave an involuntary cough as he remembered that and pulled frantically on the cuffs, his fears of abandonment spiralling out of control.
"Boss…you there? Boss!"
He felt a steady hand on his hair, stroking firmly. Then the wadding around his right ear was lifted.
“I will never leave you alone when you’re in bondage – understand?” Gibbs said, directly into his ear. Tony shivered, suddenly back in that hospital bed at Bethesda, his breath rasping in his aching lungs. Gibbs was saying something to him. Something important. Tony felt a sharp tap to his head, snapping him out of it. “Do you understand, Tony?” Gibbs repeated imperatively.
“Yes, Boss,” he replied, feeling a sense of peace settle into the pit of his belly, the way it had at Bethesda four years ago. Gibbs was here. He was fine. He was always fine when Gibbs was here. Gibbs wouldn’t leave him – not when he was in bondage.
“What’s your safe word?” Gibbs asked, his warm breath tickling Tony’s ear.
“And if you can’t speak?” Gibbs prompted.
“I knock my hand three times, Boss."
Tony moved his wrist – the chains were tight but there was a little leeway. He could feel the wall behind him, and he knocked on it three times.
Tony nodded, trying to slow his anxious, aroused breathing.
“Ssh.” He felt a hand come to rest, flat, on his chest, over his heart. “Deep breaths. Slower, Tony…that’s it – listen to your own heartbeat…ssh…ssh…ssh…”
Gibbs was speaking in time to the rhythm of Tony’s thudding heart. Tony’s breathing slowed, and he started to feel calmer. He was Gibbs’s sub, tied to Gibbs’s bed – this was his wet dream, and he wanted to enjoy every single second of it. Gibbs’s hand remained there for a little while, until his anxiety waned.
“Good. Ready for more?” Gibbs asked.
“Yes, Boss,” Tony replied. “Please,” he added, trying to keep the pathetic begging tone out of his voice.
“Okay. You get distressed again then use your safe word – that’s what it’s for,” Gibbs told him firmly.
“Got it, Boss.”
A second later, the wadding was replaced over his ear and silence reigned once more.
Tony concentrated on his own heartbeat, the way Gibbs had just taught him. It was the only thing he could hear, and it filled his whole being.
Thud-thud-thud…what would happen next? Thud-thud-thud…where was Gibbs right now? In the room somewhere - he’d promised that – but where? Tony strained every nerve in his body trying to get a fix on his top, but he had no idea where he was. Gibbs could sneak up on him completely soundlessly even when he wasn’t blindfolded, handcuffed and deaf, so there was absolutely no chance that Tony would get a fix on him in this condition.
Tony took a deep breath and concentrated on his heartbeat again. Thud-thud-thud. He was lying here, naked, helpless and totally at Gibbs’s mercy - what was Gibbs going to do to him next?
Something warm fixed itself around his left nipple, and he cried out and almost jumped off the bed. Strong hands stroked his body, calming him, gentling him, and then he felt Gibbs’s lips sucking on his nipple again. It felt so good. Gibbs sucked and licked for awhile and then pulled his warm mouth away. Tony whimpered at the loss. A second later that mouth was sucking his other nipple, sending little tidal waves of arousal straight to Tony’s cock.
“Can’t come…can’t come…” he chanted out loud. He knew Gibbs was able to hear him, but he didn’t care.
Gibbs’s mouth trailed wetly down his body in the direction of his groin.
“Can’t come…can’t come…” Tony repeated, his voice rising in pitch as Gibbs made his way inexorably down towards his genitals. “Can’t…can’t…CAN’T!”
His dom's lips slid over his hard cock, making him scream.
“No…please…please…” Tony whimpered, pulling on his bonds helplessly. He wanted to push Gibbs away, wanted that tormenting mouth to leave his cock alone because he wasn’t sure he could hold on. It felt so good.
“Please, Gibbs…please,” he said hoarsely. “Please, please, please…”
Gibbs’s mouth expertly caressed his aroused flesh, and Tony realised, with a little spike of surprise, that he’d done this before.
If anything was designed to distract him from his own orgasm, it was thoughts of his predecessor. Tony relaxed into the mattress. At least Stan was good for something.
He tried to just lie there and take it, but it was so hard. Gibbs was so good at this. Gibbs’s lips continued their evil work, sending Tony’s arousal soaring again, and Tony clenched his hands into fists.
“Bastard,” he hissed, as Gibbs swallowed him whole into his warm mouth. “Bastard, bastard, bastard…”
Gibbs drew back and lapped at the tip of Tony’s cock with his tongue. Tony wished he wasn’t blindfolded – the thought of actually *seeing* Gibbs giving him head was such an incredible turn on.
Then, thankfully, Gibbs’s mouth was gone. Tony lay there, shaking in the aftermath of his struggle not to come.
“Bastard!” he yelled again at the room. He had a suspicion that he could hear Gibbs laughing even through the wadding over his ears, but that might just have been his imagination.
A second later, something very hot landed on his belly.
“SHIT!” he screamed, shocked by the sudden spike of sensation.
He felt the candle wax drying on his skin and wriggled desperately, wondering where the next drop would fall. Where was Gibbs? If he could figure that out, then maybe he could turn his body to at least protect his most vulnerable areas…
Another droplet fell on his lower abdomen, and he gave a hoarse yell, twisting on the bed. Before he’d had a chance to recover, another fell on his thigh, and then another – this time on his chest.
“No…no, please no more…” he begged. “Please, please…”
He would have given anything for the torment to stop – and anything for it to continue. He was poised along the fault-line of his own opposing needs, each of them as strong as the other. He hated this – and he loved it.
He whimpered pathetically, feeling the sweat break out on his body as he fought his own internal battle. Gibbs seemed to sense his dilemma because he stepped up the pace, showing Tony no mercy. Then again, Tony was dimly aware that the last person you’d ever expect mercy from was Gibbs.
Now those droplets of wax rained down on him – they splattered onto his arms, his legs, and his torso, coming faster and faster, and then…one touched his hard cock, and then another, and another, and he was screaming in earnest now, bucking up off the bed as much as his bonds would allow.
He was panting and pleading, the sweat pouring off him in rivulets… Christ, how could anything hurt so bad and feel so damn good at the same time?
Time slowed, and Tony felt himself going deeper and deeper into his sub space. There was just him and Gibbs. He was Gibbs’s sub – his body was Gibbs’s plaything, and if this was how Gibbs wanted to play with him, then Tony had no choice but to accept.
The fiery torture suddenly stopped. A cool washcloth soothed his skin, wiping off the worst of the wax. He felt one of those firm hands smooth his hair back from his sweaty forehead, and the washcloth was wiped there too. He leaned into the caress, turning his face so that he could touch Gibbs’s hand with his lips and bestow a kiss on it.
Tony felt an overwhelming mix of emotions: gratitude, pleasure, fear, awe…they were all jumbled up together. He had never experienced anything so intense in his life.
He was being played by a master.
Gibbs looked down on his sub with a sense of astonishment. Stan had been a very satisfying sub to play with, and Jenny had been turbulent and exciting – but Tony - he was in a different league entirely. His body was so responsive, and his struggle to surrender so enticing. Playing with him for the past half hour had been exhilarating – but it was that little kiss on his hand that took it beyond playing and touched something deep inside Gibbs.
He left his hand there, and Tony kissed it again. It was such a beautifully submissive gesture.
Unable to help himself, he leaned in and touched his lips to Tony’s, kissing him gently. Tony opened his mouth eagerly, and Gibbs slid his tongue inside. Then he moved his hand, and, without warning, just when Tony was deeply into the kiss, Gibbs squeezed down – hard – on his right nipple. Tony yelled into the kiss, the way he’d done when Gibbs had made him wear his clamps. It felt so good to make him take it – to kiss him hard and pinch his nipple hard at the same time, swallowing his screams.
Gibbs made it count, kissing and pinching for a long time, releasing his hold momentarily only to squeeze down hard again a second later. Tony’s body trembled beneath him in a way that satisfied some deeply dominant instinct in Gibbs.
He drew back and looked down on his sub. Tony’s body was covered in a mixture of oil, sweat, wax, water and semen. His flanks were heaving, and his breath was coming in hard gasps. Gibbs had worked him hard, getting him used to the feel of his new shackles and the fact that he was now owned. He was breaking him in, slowly but surely, but they weren’t there yet.
He ran a finger down Tony’s hairy chest, enjoying the way Tony’s breathing hitched in anticipation as he inched down towards his groin. Tony’s cock had remained hard throughout – even when having hot wax dripped on it. Gibbs was impressed – and pleased that his techniques were working so well.
He liked the mixture of pleasure and pain; soft and hard; good cop and bad cop both wrapped up together in one package. The combination certainly seemed to work on Tony – always had, now that he thought about it.
He squeezed some lube into the palm of his hand and lay down on the bed beside his sub. Tony’s breathing hitched again as he felt the mattress give, and Gibbs soothed him with a kiss to the side of his face.
Then he palmed Tony's hard cock. Tony gave another of those little strangled shouts. Gibbs let him enjoy the pleasure of it for a few seconds, and then he dipped his head and took Tony’s nearest nipple between his teeth and pulled back hard. Tony yelled and thrashed around on the bed while Gibbs worked his cock relentlessly in his hand, tormenting Tony’s nipple at the same time. He bit down harder, making it really count, while giving Tony the best hand job of his life. His sub was now quivering all over with the combination of pleasure and pain, his reactions open and honest. This, at least, was the real Tony – the part of himself that he couldn’t hide, even if he wanted to.
Gibbs continued biting down, listening to Tony whimper, and then he released the tortured nub of flesh and licked it gently instead, warming, soothing and arousing. Tony moaned, his body loosening as the torture ended – and at that point Gibbs moved his hand off his sub’s cock, took hold of his balls, and pulled down hard.
Tony screamed again, his body almost leaving the bed before his bonds yanked him back down. Gibbs kept up the two sensations – the gentle, erotic sucking on Tony’s engorged nipples, combined with the harsh squeezing and tugging on his balls. He continued until he was sure that Tony understood that he couldn’t have one sensation without the other. The pleasure and the pain went together – and Gibbs was the one who got to hand them both out. All Tony had to do was accept.
They were so nearly there now – Tony was so close to true surrender that Gibbs could taste it. Tony was standing on the edge, and Gibbs just needed to tip him over into total submission.
He wouldn’t do that by more sexual torture – Tony had endured enough of that for one evening. No, he’d stand by the paddock fence and lure him over with a carrot instead.
Gibbs unclipped the chains attached to Tony's cuffs, freeing his hands and legs. Then he removed the ear muffs, but not the blindfold.
“Onto your stomach,” he ordered. Tony moved immediately, rolling over onto his belly. “Lift your hips.”
Gibbs pushed a couple of pillows under Tony’s groin. Then he parted Tony’s legs – wide – exposing his asshole. Gibbs sat down on the bed, lubricated his finger, and then put a hand on Tony’s buttocks. Tony was quivering again in anticipation.
Not yet, Gibbs thought to himself. Nearly – but not yet. He slid his finger into Tony’s hole. It was tighter than it had been, but he suspected that was nerves. He stroked his free hand over Tony’s ripe, taut, buttocks. The skin was a pale golden colour, and he could just about make out the faded lines from Tony’s encounter with the cane. Gibbs stroked him gently, stretching his hole with his fingers.
Just when he felt that Tony was starting to bliss out from the sensation, he moved forward, and, without warning, he sank his teeth into Tony’s ass cheek.
Tony clenched the sheets in his hands, whimpering beneath the bite. Gibbs continued to work his fingers into Tony’s hole while he bit down hard on his butt. Then, finally, he drew back and surveyed his handiwork.
“Very nice.” He stroked his fingers over the red indentation. “My marks look good on you, Tony. Now – are you ready for me?”
Tony nodded blearily; Gibbs could see that he was deeply in his sub space.
“Who do you belong to?” Gibbs demanded, one hand continuing to caress the bite mark, the other still buried deep inside Tony’s ass.
“You, Boss,” Tony replied immediately.
“Good. I want you to lie there and think about this hole…” Gibbs wiggled his fingers inside it. “And the fact that it’s mine. When I think you’re ready, I’m gonna fuck you hard. Think you can take me?”
“Yes, Boss. Please,” Tony said, in a voice barely more than a whimper.
“Just lie there and think about the fact that you’re my sub, and your body belongs to me,” Gibbs said, in a low growl. “Think about this hole…” he moved his fingers again. “And about how I’m gonna use it the way it should be used, because it belongs to me now. Understood?”
“Yes, Boss. Yours. Got it.”
“Good.” Gibbs removed his fingers and got up. He was so close. So incredibly close. He felt the blood in his body thrumming with satisfaction. He was deeply in his dominant headspace, and here, lying naked and wanton on his bed, was his sub. His 24/7 sub. The man he’d wanted for eight years and was now, finally, on the verge of making his own, once and for all. His cock got hard again just from thinking about it.
Tony looked magnificent in the dappled candlelight. His legs were stretched out, his ass raised high, his body trembling as he awaited his fate. Gibbs enjoyed the sight, his cock swelling in anticipation as his gaze fell on Tony’s ripe, round, marked buttocks, and the dark, inviting hole between them.
As he looked, Tony lifted his ass up in invitation. This was the moment Gibbs had been waiting for. This was the time of Tony’s total surrender. He was standing in the field, head down, flanks heaving, saddle on his back, waiting to be ridden. And Gibbs sure as hell intended to ride him – and ride him hard.
Tony's breathing quickened – he could *feel* Gibbs's gaze on him, and he quivered in anticipation. Gibbs had slowly taken him further and further into his own submissive headspace, and now his body was humming. He was naked and blindfolded, his legs spread open and his asshole exposed, and all he could think about was taking Gibbs's big cock into his body and being fucked. It was all he wanted. His entire existence seemed to have narrowed down to this one point in time.
He heard Gibbs move towards him and held his breath, waiting to feel his dom's hands on his buttocks, expecting Gibbs to wrench them apart and sink himself straight in – but he didn't. Gibbs stopped beside the bed.
"Turn over," he ordered.
Tony didn't whimper or protest – he was too deep in his sub space for that. He just did as he was told and turned onto his back. His cock was still rock hard and had been for most of the evening.
He felt Gibbs pull the pillows out, and then he rearranged them under Tony's shoulders. He felt the mattress give and then felt Gibbs straddling him again.
Strong hands touched the side of his face. "Removing the blindfold," Gibbs told him, in a low, gruff voice. "So you can see what's gonna fuck you."
Tony sat up eagerly. He'd wanted to see Gibbs's monster cock ever since he'd first taken it in his mouth. It felt large, and he'd imagined that it was dark, pulsing and meaty, but he longed to see it for himself.
The blindfold was unbuckled, then removed, and Tony opened his eyes to see Gibbs throwing it onto the floor.
"Eyes up here," Gibbs ordered, gesturing to his face.
Tony met his dom's gaze - and then did a double take: Gibbs didn't look anything like he did at work every day. There was something terrifyingly in the moment about him. He was never the kind of guy who would take any shit from anyone, but right now he was at his most dangerous. His every movement was tautly controlled, full of pent-up sexual energy. His blue eyes were steely and more focussed than Tony had ever seen them – and all that control, sexual energy and focus were directed straight at Tony.
Gibbs was completely naked – Tony didn’t dare allow his gaze to drop too low, but what he could see of his dom’s chest was pretty damn good. Gibbs had a strong pair of shoulders, and his chest was covered in fine silver grey curls of hair. His upper arms were toned rather than solidly muscled, but Tony knew that was deceptive; Gibbs felt like he was built of pure steel, and he was the strongest guy Tony knew.
Gibbs pushed Tony back into the pillows and then loomed over him. He put his hands on the wall behind Tony, capturing him within the prison of his arms. Tony gazed up at him, spellbound. Gibbs angled his head down and kissed Tony on the lips. Tony felt like some kind of helpless animal being nuzzled by a vicious wolf prior to being eaten.
Tony surrendered to being kissed until he was boneless and breathless. He was deeply aware of Gibbs's naked body pressed against his own and of Gibbs's erection digging into his belly.
Gibbs drew back. "Give me your hand."
Tony had no idea what was going to happen next, but he obeyed immediately, without question, still keeping his gaze locked on his dom's face.
Gibbs reached for something on the night stand. He took hold of Tony's wrist, turned his palm face up, and squeezed something wet and slippery onto his hand. Then he placed Tony's lube-covered hand on his hard cock.
"Get me ready for you," he ordered.
Tony didn't need any further prompting. He moved his hand up and down that thick, hard shaft, relishing the feel of smooth skin stretched tight over what felt like pure iron.
Gibbs grinned down on him as he worked, their gazes still locked. Tony didn't dare look away, even for a second. He moved his hand rhythmically, using the knowledge of what he liked doing to himself to make it as good as possible for Gibbs. It seemed to be working – a little vein started thrumming in Gibbs's forehead, and his breathing was coming faster and harder.
Tony grinned back at him, enjoying the connection, and Gibbs laughed and leaned in for another kiss.
When he drew back, he pulled out of Tony's hand.
"Good boy. You've done well tonight, Tony. You ready to be fucked now?"
"Yes, Boss." Tony barely breathed the words.
Gibbs rose up on his knees in front of him, and Tony got his first sight of his dom's cock. It wasn't how he'd expected – he'd expected it to be a blunt instrument maybe, meaty but not especially pretty – but he was surprised. Like Gibbs's artistic, creative hands, his cock seemed at odds with the character of the man. It was long and thick – Tony had been right about that – but it was also surprisingly beautiful. It jutted out, vigorous and strong, from the wiry hair at Gibbs’s groin. It was cut, very smooth, and it had an almost elegant curve to it. None of that took away from its promise of raw power.
"Take a good look," Gibbs told him. "Keeping it happy is pretty much in your job description from now on, DiNozzo."
"Yes, Boss." Tony couldn't do anything other than grin at that. “Sounds like my kind of job description!”
Gibbs didn’t give him even a glimmer of a smile in return; the look on his face was intent and predatory. “I want you on your back when I fuck you, 'cause I want to see the expression in your eyes when it goes in. I want to see the surrender, Tony, so don't hold back."
"No, Boss." Tony didn't think he could if he tried.
"Other times, I'll put you against the wall, or over the back of the couch, or the kitchen table, or on your hands and knees, and take you from behind – but first time, I want to see you."
Gibbs slid down the bed, and Tony forced himself to lie back and relax against the piled pillows.
"Remember – you can come any time you like while I'm in you – but don't leave it too long because once I'm done, it's too late," Gibbs warned him.
Tony nodded. Thank God! It had been a very long week, and Tony hadn't gone this long without either jerking off or having sex since he was a teenager.
Gibbs positioned himself between Tony's open legs and placed his hands under Tony's buttocks. Then he pulled them apart, stretching Tony impossibly wide. Finally, he nudged his hard cock against Tony's hole. Tony tensed in anticipation.
"Stop that," Gibbs ordered, tapping his hip.
"Yes, Boss," Tony said immediately.
Gibbs took Tony's hard cock in his hand and played with it gently, and eventually Tony calmed down and relaxed again. That was when Gibbs moved – pushing forwards without warning, thrusting his cock into the tight ring of muscle in Tony's ass. Tony gave a startled shout, taken by surprise, but by then it was too late and the tip of his dom's cock was already lodged inside him. It felt completely different to the butt plug – it was thicker for a start - but also it felt much nicer. It was warm, pulsing skin, instead of cool, impersonal rubber.
Tony took a few deep breaths. It felt like he was being split in two, but he didn't dislike the sensation. It was hard to take, but it was also strangely satisfying. He realised Gibbs was looking down at him, one eyebrow quirked, watching his reaction intently. Tony relaxed back into the pillows.
"More please, Boss," he said softly. "I'm yours – fuck me."
Gibbs didn't need any more encouragement. He reached out, took one of Tony's hands in his own, and pushed it back up the bed. As he did so he surged forward, pushing his stiff, thick cock deep into Tony's body, burying himself in him up to the hilt. Tony’s eyes watered, and he tried to twist, to push Gibbs off him. It all felt too much – he couldn’t take it.
That massive cock was filling him completely, stretching him more than he thought he could stand, and Gibbs was now lying on top of him, one hand still twined in Tony's, pushing it into the pillows. Gibbs's blue eyes were close now – pinning him down with their intensity.
"Take it…ssh, relax…just take it," Gibbs murmured, squeezing Tony’s hand reassuringly. Tony tried, but it was so hard. He could feel the sweat trickling into his eyes and blinked it away.
"So big…fuck…" Tony shifted his hips, and felt Gibbs's weight settling on him more comfortably. He breathed in, surprised to find the sensation becoming more bearable with each passing second.
“You’ll get used to it,” Gibbs told him, lying on him, unmoving, while Tony tried to adjust to the weight and feel of him.
Gibbs lay there for a long time, until gradually Tony became accustomed to the sensation of having that massive cock lodged deep inside his ass. Tony was sure that he could actually feel it pulsing inside him – he'd had no idea it would be this intense.
As he lay there, Gibbs leaned in and kissed him again, and Tony opened up eagerly. He wasn't sure he could handle Gibbs and his monster cock, but he wanted to. The kiss helped – it was reassuring and calming.
Then Gibbs drew back, and Tony began whimpering in anticipation.
“No…please…don’t move…” he begged, but Gibbs ignored him. He inched his hips back and then slowly, smoothly, slid them forward again.
It was an unbelievable sensation. Tony’s hole was burning from the intrusion, but he was aware of a little tingling of pleasure too. Gibbs moved again, riding him with long, effortless, carefully timed thrusts that made Tony envy the man's control.
"Christ…you feel so damn good," Gibbs hissed, looking down on him. "I'm gonna dream about doing this when we're sitting at work next week – I'm gonna fantasise about riding this hot, tight, sweet ass."
Tony glowed with pleasure. It still hurt, having something this big in him, but that little tingle of pleasure was spiking more frequently now, sparking into life with every deep, inward thrust.
Gibbs was still going slowly, moving his hips with precision, holding Tony pinned down beneath him as he rode him.
"More, Tony," Gibbs told him. "I want to go faster and harder, and you need to open up more to make that easy."
"I can't give you any more than this!" Tony replied hoarsely. “You've got me stretched as wide as I go!”
Gibbs glared at him. "No – you’re still holding back. Surrender to me, Tony," he demanded, with another smooth thrust of his hips. "Cause I'm only playing at the moment – in a minute it's gonna get serious. I want to ride you into this mattress so submit. Let it happen."
Tony gazed up at him blankly. He had no idea what more Gibbs wanted from him. He tried to relax, willing all the muscles in his body to loosen. He was transfixed by the sight of Gibbs moving above him, by the veins standing out on either side of his neck, the sweat on his forehead, and, most of all, by the intensity in those blue eyes as they demanded his surrender.
He was hit by the sudden realisation that they were here, doing this. After eight years of playing around at being dominant and submissive at work, now they were really living it. He'd been tied, teased, and tormented all evening, and now his dom was asking that he take the final step, and give in completely.
Tony allowed himself to relax back in the pillows. He was Gibbs's sub. His dom wanted to ride him hard and fast, and Tony had to surrender. Whenever Gibbs demanded his best at work, Tony always gave it to him. This was no different.
He felt his body suddenly release, and he knew then that he *had* been holding back, trying to keep some control in all this, and that just wasn't possible with a dom like Gibbs. Gibbs sensed the change immediately, and his face split into a grin.
"That's it, Tony – more, more, give it up to me – give it all up…"
Tony felt something click into place his head. He was the submissive – all he had to do was *submit* - and allow Gibbs his rightful place in his life – and in his body. Then, suddenly, it was so easy. Gibbs moved up a gear, pushing into him harder and faster, and Tony's body somehow stretched to accommodate the force of his dom's thrusts.
Gibbs's eyes glowed. "Submit…that's it…that's good…you’re mine now, Tony. Mine," he insisted fiercely as he rode Tony hard. He didn't hold back, either – he still exhibited that same degree of control, but now it was as targeted as a missile. He was Tony's dom, and he was claiming his submissive for the first time.
Tony was no longer capable of coherent thought – he was just sensation, mesmerised by the fierce look of ownership in Gibbs's blue eyes. He belonged to Gibbs – body and soul. He was owned by this man riding him so hard – and it felt amazing. Stars exploded in his head, and he looked up at Gibbs in astonishment.
"Good?" Gibbs looked amused.
"Fantastic," Tony breathed. Gibbs angled in hard again and another wave of fireworks went off inside Tony's body, sending sparks of pleasure flying up his nerve endings. "Oh my God!" he yelled.
"Anything you want to do before I'm done?" Gibbs asked. Tony stared at him - what did he mean? “Hell, you’re out of it. I'll make it simple for you.”
Gibbs wrapped his hand around Tony’s hard cock which pulsed immediately into life. Gibbs fisted Tony's cock in time to his own deep inward thrusts, making Tony gasp as the friction took him over the edge. Next thing he knew he was coming - and coming and coming and coming - in one burst after another.
Gibbs didn't stop – he took Tony's orgasm in his stride and continued riding him long after Tony had finished recovering from his first wave of pleasure. Tony lay there, watching his dom fucking him. He felt hazy and disconnected. He could see droplets of sweat running down Gibb's neck and gazed at them as if from a great distance, fascinated. Several mini-shockwaves of intense pleasure followed on from his orgasm; Tony lay there and enjoyed every single one of them while Gibbs continued to thrust into him, harder and faster than ever now.
Then Gibbs gave a mighty growl and his body convulsed as he shot his load deep inside Tony's ass. He slowed, sweat beading his brow and lacing the little curls of hair on his chest, making them glitter in the candlelight.
He hung there, breathing heavily, gazing down on Tony with a brooding, inscrutable look. Tony gazed up at him, transfixed. Then Gibbs moved his head and captured Tony's mouth in a deep kiss of victory. Tony offered up everything in that kiss, surrendering completely to his dom's will. Gibbs had conquered him and made him his own, and now he was enjoying his moment of triumph. Gibbs kissed him for a long time; forceful, dominant, and yet strangely tender.
Then, at last, he drew back. He pulled slowly out of Tony's body, and Tony gave a gasp of combined discomfort and loss. He could feel Gibbs's come seeping out of his now stretched hole as he lay there, legs still wide open, feeling totally and comprehensively fucked.
Gibbs was gone for awhile. He returned with a wash cloth, and next thing Tony knew he was being cleaned up. The dried come on his chest, the fresh come in his ass and on his thighs, the remains of the candle wax, the sweat…Gibbs wiped them all off his skin, smoothly and efficiently. Tony must have zoned out again because next thing he knew, Gibbs was nudging him.
“How d’you feel?”
“Mmmmm,” Tony replied.
“Sore?” Gibbs asked.
Tony tried to think about it. His ass felt like a battering ram had been stuck up it, but his entire body was thrumming with wellbeing. He did feel sore, but he also felt a happiness that went soul deep.
“Yeah.” He smiled up at Gibbs. “Sore. But great. You fucked me, Boss!”
Gibbs laughed out loud. “Oh yeah, Tony. I fucked you good.”
“Earth move for you too?” Tony yawned.
“Hell yeah!” Tony closed his eyes, still smiling. Gibbs nudged him again. "You have a choice to make, Tony.”
"Wha…?" Tony gazed at him blearily.
"You can sleep in my bed, or you can sleep on the mattress on the floor."
"Bed please," Tony muttered, moving over to give Gibbs room to get in beside him. That one had been a no-brainer.
Gibbs chuckled. "Not so fast. There are conditions."
"Mmmm?" Tony blinked at him.
Gibbs took his head between his hands, making him concentrate. "You can sleep in my bed whenever you want, but when you do, you sleep in bondage."
Tony frowned, wondering what he meant. Gibbs picked up a length of chain, fastened it to the collar around Tony's neck, and then to the bedpost. Then he clipped Tony's wrist cuffs together and attached them to the bedpost by the chain as well. It was loose and fairly comfortable, but Tony could see he wouldn't have much freedom to move. His hands were tied together and the short length of the chain meant he pretty much had to lie on his side and keep them resting on the pillow.
"I won't lock you in – if you need to go to the bathroom, or if there's an emergency, you can just unclip them," Gibbs said, demonstrating. "But if you sleep in my bed then you sleep in chains. I won't chain your legs – might want to push them apart in the night and fuck you."
Gibbs grinned, and Tony grinned back at him tiredly. “Fuck me,” he repeated stupidly. "Sounds good.” He felt his eyes closing again, and then he snapped them open in surprise as Gibbs tapped the top of his head – hard.
"You listening to me?" Gibbs demanded. "I'm not just talking about tonight – any time you want to sleep in my bed then you're in bondage. Got it?"
"Got it, Boss." Tony nodded lazily, yawning again.
"Still want to sleep in my bed tonight?"
Tony looked at him as if he was insane. "Hell yes!"
Gibbs rolled his eyes, but there was a little grin tugging at the corners of his mouth all the same. "Just so we're clear."
He got into the bed beside Tony and pulled the sheets over them both. Tony was facing away from him, and he couldn’t move into any other position in his bondage – there wasn't enough give in the chains. A second later he felt Gibbs slide up close behind him – so close that he could feel Gibbs’s cock nestling against his butt cheeks. Gibbs’s hand came to rest, protectively, on his hip, and he could feel Gibbs’s chin on his shoulder and the warmth of Gibbs’s breath on the back of his neck. Gibbs kissed him there, and Tony smiled happily and snuggled back against his dom.
“Think I love you, Boss,” he said sleepily.
There was silence behind him, and he realised that this was the first time he’d used the word ‘love’. He could have kicked himself. It was way too soon to start talking this way. He knew how much he always hated it when some girl he’d only slept with a couple of times began telling him how much she loved him. Christ, why had it been so hard for him to say it to Jeanne, when it slipped out so easy with Gibbs? He tensed, waiting for Gibbs to move away.
Gibbs didn’t move away though. Instead, he slid his hand down to rest on Tony’s belly and pulled him back tight against his own body. Then he opened up Tony’s butt cheeks and just rested his soft cock between them. It felt so good. So close. Not that Tony could have pulled away if he’d wanted to – but he didn’t want to.
“Sorry, Boss. Shouldn’t have got sappy with you there,” he said.
He felt a slap on the back of his head. “Never say you’re sorry,” Gibbs reminded him.
Tony gave a half grin. “Yeah. Sign of weakness. I know. Letting you tie me up and fuck me isn’t though?” he asked uncertainly
“You kidding? Not many people could take what I threw at you tonight, Tony. That makes you strong, not weak,” Gibbs told him firmly. That made Tony smile some more.
“Okay. Wasn’t sure what it made me – letting you do all that stuff to me and enjoying it so much.” Tony yawned again, feeling beyond exhausted.
Gibbs’s hand tightened against his belly.
“I’ll tell you what it makes you,” he said, straight into Tony’s ear, in a low, fierce voice. Tony hovered on the brink of sleep. “It makes you mine, Tony. My collared, fucked sub. No going back now. You’re all mine.”
Gibbs's internal body clock woke him at 6 a.m. as usual. He was aware of a sense of completion and wellbeing that he hadn't felt in years. He was holding a warm body in his arms – the warm body of his 24/7 sub. He felt an immediate surge of pleasure. It had been a tough week, but somehow they'd managed to jump over all the hurdles to end up here, like this.
Gibbs gently disengaged himself from Tony's body and went into the en suite bathroom to piss. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and stopped, surprised. He never usually paid much attention to his reflection, but on this occasion he couldn't help but notice how different he looked. He gazed at himself for a long while, trying to pin down what it was – and then he realised: He looked happy. He was relaxed – the tension of eighteen years of loneliness had disappeared from the set of his shoulders and the lines around his eyes.
He relieved himself and then returned to the bedroom. Daylight was flooding in around the edges of the drapes, and he paused by the bed to look at the man lying there. Tony was resting on his side. His hair was a mess, sticking up in a mass of endearingly tousled points. His hands were resting on the pillow – there wasn't anywhere else they could go, as they were tied together and chained to the bedpost. There was a soft black collar wrapped around his throat – and that, also, was attached to the bedpost. Gibbs felt his cock harden immediately. Tony was his. He was wearing his collar, bound in his chains, and he was lying naked in his bed – and it was such a damn turn on.
Gibbs had always known he wanted a 24/7 sub – Jenny and Stan had just been a taste of the lifestyle, but he hadn't had a 24/7 relationship with either of them. As a result, he'd never felt that he truly owned either of them. Tony was the real deal.
Gibbs got back into the bed and picked up the tube of lubricant on the nightstand. He squeezed some onto his finger and then slid back into position behind Tony again. He moved his sub's leg forward, exposing his asshole, and then gently slid his finger inside. Tony was still quite loose after being so well stretched a few hours before. He also clearly had the ability to sleep like the dead as well because he didn't wake up as Gibbs fingered him.
Gibbs removed his finger and pushed back the sheets so he could take a good look at Tony's hole. It was a little red, but there was no tearing – he'd prepped his sub too well for that. Gibbs decided that his sub might as well get used to the kind of wake-up call he'd be experiencing from now on.
Gibbs smoothed some lubricant onto his hard cock and then moved in close behind Tony again. He gently spread his sub's butt cheeks and snubbed his cock against his entrance. Still Tony slept on. Gibbs wondered what it would take to wake him.
"Guess we're about to find out," he murmured, resting one hand on Tony's hip and pulling him back at the same time as thrusting forwards. Tony came to with a bleary "whaaa?" as Gibbs breached the muscle in his ass and surged forward in one smooth, easy motion, until he was buried balls-deep in his sub's hole.
"Morning, Tony." Gibbs rested his chin on Tony's shoulder.
"That's - oh Christ…you're in me,” Tony whimpered. He moved his hands and the chains rattled.
"Trying to get away from me?" Gibbs grinned. "Won't be easy – you're tied to the bed."
"No…just…that's one hell of a wake up call, Boss!"
"Get used to it. I prefer it to the alarm clock," Gibbs said, bestowing a little kiss on Tony's shoulder. Then he sucked on the skin, before sinking his teeth in - just hard enough to leave a mark. Tony made a little mewling sound in the back of his throat. "My sub have a problem with his dom's attention?" Gibbs asked.
"No, Boss. Always pretty much lived for your attention."
Gibbs grinned – that was definitely the truth. "Well, you've got it. Hope it's not a case of be careful what you wish for." He moved his hand down to Tony's groin to find that his sub was already half hard. "Remember the rules," Gibbs said. He could almost hear the cogs whirring in Tony's sleepy brain.
"Uh…obey you instantly? Don't let anyone touch me but you?" Tony hazarded. Gibbs rolled his eyes and moved his hand up to snag one of Tony's nipples. Tony gave a little yelp.
"You can come when I'm in you – and not any other time. And right now, I'm in you – in case you hadn't noticed."
"On it, Boss!" Tony said, sounding suddenly very cheerful. Then: "Uh…Boss?"
"Don't suppose you'd consider untying my hands, so I can jerk off?"
Gibbs laughed. "Nope. I'm gonna go nice and slow though. See if you can get off without any help from my hand or yours."
"Boss!" Tony protested. "Haven't been able to do that since I was eighteen and came in my pants watching Marion Bailey roller skating in an itty bitty pair of tight shorts and a bikini top!"
"Then you'll have to hold it until I fuck you again," Gibbs said reasonably.
"Supposing you have my hands tied then too?"
"Then you'll have to learn how to come without anyone touching your dick, DiNozzo!"
"But, Boss!" Tony whined.
"Tony – you're my sub. Count yourself damn lucky if I let you come at all," Gibbs told him firmly.
Tony groaned and thumped his head dramatically on the pillow.
"Aw – poor sub." Gibbs grinned. Really, playing with Tony was far too much fun.
He decided that it was time to have even more fun. He grasped Tony's hip hard and began thrusting into him. He went slowly, the way he'd promised. Tony's hole was so beautifully warm and tight around his hard cock, and it milked him so perfectly, but it was early, and he wanted to take his time. Last night had been so intense and passionate, and Tony had surrendered so sweetly that first time. This morning it was necessary to reinforce the lesson – Tony was his sub, and Gibbs would demand his surrender every time he fucked him, not just the first time.
He could feel Tony trying to rub his cock against the mattress to gain some friction, and he kept his thrusts slow and leisurely – he wanted to give Tony every chance to come if he could.
Tony was panting now, making desperate movements with his hips, but Gibbs thought he'd given him enough time. He loved the sweaty scent of Tony as he rode him and the feel of all that smooth, solid flesh against his body. He loved the sound his balls made as they slapped against Tony's ass, and the way Tony quivered and mewled as he gathered pace, riding him hard. He came with a growl – and heard Tony give a little whine.
"You done? Please say you're not done!" Tony panted.
"I'm done." Gibbs kissed the back of his sub's neck, just above the collar. Then he withdrew and got out of the bed.
He went around to Tony's side of the bed and unclipped his cuffs from each other and removed them, leaving the cuffs hanging from the chains attached to the bedpost. Then he unclipped Tony's collar, freeing him.
Tony turned onto his back and lay there, moaning softly, his hard cock sticking straight up from his body in a way that was almost comical.
"Please, Boss!" Tony begged. "Please let me just…" He moved his hand down towards his cock, but Gibbs intercepted it.
"You know the rules, Tony. Your body belongs to me now. Don't worry though…" He gave another feral grin. "Somehow I doubt I'll be able to keep away from that sweet ass of yours now I've had a taste of it. So you'll get another shot at coming pretty damn soon."
Tony looked up at him pathetically, and Gibbs roared with laughter.
Tony's eyes narrowed in annoyance. "You sure about that?" he asked. "I mean, do you have the stamina, Boss? You're not as young as well, me – you think you'll be able to get it up again any time s…"
Gibbs didn't give him a chance to finish that sentence. He reached out, grabbed Tony's arm, flipped him onto his belly, and bestowed several hard spanks on his ass. Tony wriggled under his hand – which Gibbs found entirely too enjoyable. He spanked him for a few seconds before releasing him. Tony rolled over and gazed at him with sparkling eyes, looking energised by the impromptu spanking.
"So…taunting you about your sexual prowess – should I add that to the rules?"
"Nope." Gibbs shook his head, grinning at his sub. "I don't mind you doing it – but you might wanna bear in mind the likely consequences if you do."
"Got it, Boss!" Tony grinned back at him.
"C'mon, DiNozzo. Get in the shower. I want to examine you properly."
"Examine me?" Tony rolled off the bed and then gave a theatrical wince. "Wow…everything's sore."
"Yeah, well, last night was pretty intense. That's why I want to examine you – see what you're fit for today."
"I'm fit for anything you want to do to me, Gibbs."
"We'll see." Gibbs pushed him into the en-suite and then reached up to remove his collar.
Tony put his hands on Gibbs's wrists, stopping him. "You're taking it off?" he asked anxiously.
"So it doesn't get wet in the shower, Tony," Gibbs explained. "No other reason."
"Oh. Right." Tony released a deep breath. "Okay then. You're gonna put it back on again after, right?"
Gibbs nodded. "Yes, Tony – you'll be wearing it all weekend. And nothing else."
"Nothing else?" Tony raised an intrigued eyebrow.
"Nope. We won't be going out. We won't be doing anything – except more training and a hell of a lot more fucking." Gibbs patted Tony's cheek affectionately. "Gonna bend you over every available surface and fuck you every which way, Tony. Unless you think I'm too old to get it up more than once a day?" He raised a challenging eyebrow.
"No, Boss!" Tony said promptly. "Your cock is not only super-sized, it's also supersonic and has superhuman powers of recovery. I think on some level I've always known this," he mused.
Gibbs rolled his eyes and pointed at the shower. "Idiot. Get in."
"Yes, Boss." Tony hopped into the shower, and Gibbs followed him. It was a big shower – certainly big enough for two tall, broad-shouldered men. "So what's your secret?" Tony asked curiously as Gibbs got in behind him. Gibbs frowned, wondering what the hell his smart-mouthed sub was babbling on about now. "Is it Viagra?" Tony continued. "'Cause I'm just saying, there's nothing to be ashamed of if it is…"
He didn't get a chance to finish that sentence, either, as Gibbs swung him against the wall and delivered a few more hard spanks to his still glowing ass cheeks.
"Not Viagra then," Tony said when Gibbs had finished. He glanced over his shoulder at Gibbs and gave him a cheeky grin, and it was then that it hit Gibbs.
"Christ, I think we've found a way of doing it."
"Making you cheerful first thing in the morning. Usually you're so damn moody. I'm gonna have to fuck you awake as often as possible if it means we avoid your surly grunts and tantrums first thing."
Tony laughed. "Now, you talk about fucking me awake like it's a *bad* thing, but you and me both know it isn't…whoa!"
His fingers scrabbled against the tiled wall as Gibbs opened his warm, glowing buttocks and crouched down to get a good look at the interior. He'd been right earlier – Tony definitely wasn't torn, although he was probably a little sore.
"How does this feel?" he asked, sliding his finger into Tony's hole. Tony's breathing hitched.
"It's fine, Boss."
Gibbs withdrew his finger and slapped his butt. "No it isn't. It's sore. Has to be, because I didn't go easy on you last night - or this morning."
Tony sighed. "It is kinda sore, yeah," he admitted.
"Gonna have to be honest with me, Tony, or I might end up hurting you without realising it."
"Yes, Boss." Tony nodded. "Wasn't really lying though - when you're in me it feels so good that the soreness goes away. Christ – all these years I had no idea how good that would feel. If more men knew, they'd go gay overnight."
Gibbs turned on the shower and directed the warm flow of water onto Tony's hole. Tony relaxed against the wall, sighing happily. Gibbs reached for the soap and gently cleaned Tony out, and then he bent down again and inserted his tongue into the puckered opening. Tony gasped and mewled.
"Can I come if your tongue's in me?" he panted. "I mean, you said I could come when you're in me and that's almost the same thing - right?"
Gibbs continued his work, ignoring Tony's sigh of disappointment. He rimmed his sub happily, enjoying the warm flow of water that was caressing them both. When he'd finished, he got out of the shower briefly and retrieved some medicated cream from the bathroom cupboard. He returned to the shower and gently applied the cream to Tony's hole.
"This will take care of the soreness – just give it a couple of hours," he said soothing it in.
When he was done, he examined Tony's body, inch by inch. He spent a long time on the task, enjoying handling his sub's fine body.
He ran his hands over Tony's back, which was smooth and unmarked, the stripes from last weekend's whipping having completely disappeared. He gently caressed the bite mark on Tony's ass cheek with his fingertips, feeling a glow of pride in seeing it there – especially as the cane marks were almost completely gone now.
Then he slid his hands down Tony's long, solid legs. His sub was pretty hairy – especially on his upper chest and lower legs – but his crotch and ass were both pleasingly smooth.
"Gonna keep you shaved," Gibbs said approvingly. "It's a good look on you."
He swung Tony around and examined his front. The wrap marks on his torso were gone, and the two bite marks on his neck had almost disappeared too. Gibbs rested his fingers where they'd been.
"Need to mark you again," he said. Tony gazed at him, a mixture of fear and longing evident in his eyes. "Have to keep you marked, DiNozzo," Gibbs explained. "You’re my sub – I like seeing my marks on you, and it's good for you too – helps you remember you're owned."
"Yes, Boss," Tony said, in a faint kind of voice. Gibbs noticed his cock was rock hard again. "Don't always like the marking but like the way it feels having the marks," Tony explained, glancing down at it.
"Yeah. I know."
Gibbs soaped his hands and ran them over Tony's chest. There were a few stray patches of wax he hadn't managed to wipe off the previous night, and he took care of those. He spent a long time soaping Tony's nipples, enjoying the way they hardened into points under his caress. Then he ran his hands over Tony's broad, golden chest and down into his sub's shaven crotch.
He cleaned Tony's cock thoroughly, relishing the sensation of having all that hard flesh in his hand. He washed his sub's balls carefully as well, pulling on them gently, enjoying Tony's little squawks. He didn't intend to always spend so much time in the shower with his sub, but he knew the next two days were crucial to Tony's training – and his sub had to get used to the degree of authority and control his dom had over his body.
"I can wash myself, Boss," Tony told him, as if reading his thoughts.
"Who does your body belong to, Tony?"
"You, Boss," Tony replied automatically.
"Then I'll do what I want to it," Gibbs told him firmly.
"Yes, Boss." Tony nodded. "Just feels weird, someone else doing this."
"Get used to it, Tony. You're mine now."
Tony leaned back against the shower wall with another little moan, his cock still standing out hard and proud in front of him. "Could you not say the hot things, Boss?" he sighed. "Only I'm kind of dying here." He nodded at his cock.
Gibbs grinned at him, and then he crouched down and took Tony's cock whole into his mouth. Tony gave a hoarse shout and clutched at Gibbs's hair desperately.
Gibbs didn't torment him for too long – just long enough to make sure the message went home. Then he got up, finished in the shower, and got out, leaving Tony still leaning back against the shower wall, moaning softly to himself. Gibbs flung him a towel.
"Finish up, make the bed, and then get your ass downstairs. You've got ten."
"Yes, Boss," Tony whimpered. "Boss?" he said, as Gibbs reached the door. Gibbs turned back with a raised eyebrow. "You got any anti-Viagra?" Tony asked, gazing down at his hard cock pathetically.
Gibbs was still laughing even by the time he'd got dressed and arrived downstairs in the kitchen five minutes later.
Tony shaved and cleaned his teeth, looking at himself in the mirror. His body ached in a dozen different ways, but somehow he felt *good*. He felt alive. His eyes were glowing, and he felt like he could run a marathon and still have enough energy left over for another vigorous bout of fucking with Gibbs.
"Fucking." He grinned happily around a mouthful of toothpaste. "Guess you're not a virgin any more, Anthony." He got a stupid smile on his face whenever he thought about taking Gibbs's monster cock into his body. There had been times when he'd doubted that anything that big would fit inside him, but Gibbs had spent the week preparing him well, and his body had definitely enjoyed the experience.
"All these years dancing around each other when we could have been fucking instead," Tony sighed regretfully.
He finished up and went back into the bedroom to make the bed, as ordered. He glanced down at the mattress on the floor with disdain.
"Won't be needing you again," he said happily.
He fingered the chains on the bedpost thoughtfully. Sleeping in bondage should have been at best annoying and at worst unpleasantly restrictive, but he'd had no problem with it. In fact, he'd actively enjoyed it. There was something about being naked, bound, helpless and entirely at Gibbs's mercy that was a complete turn on. Tony saw his collar lying on the nightstand, and he picked it up and took it with him.
He was whistling to himself as he trotted down the stairs. Gibbs was going to keep him naked and fuck him and play with him all weekend. Life really didn’t get much better than this.
"Well, not without donuts," Tony said as he entered the kitchen.
"Donuts?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
"Just wondering how this could be any more perfect, Boss!"
Gibbs shot him a smile. "No regrets then, Tony? You think you made the right choice?"
"Think? Nope." Tony shook his head. "I know it, Boss!" He passed Gibbs on his way to the table and pressed a kiss on his dom's cheek. "Here." He gave Gibbs his collar. "You forgot this."
Gibbs rolled his eyes. "You really like wearing it, huh?"
"What do you think?" Tony got down on his knees and looked up at his dom expectantly. "Love how it feels to be collared, Boss," he said quietly. "Had no idea it would mean so much."
Gibbs grunted, but Tony thought he looked pretty pleased. He wrapped the collar around Tony's throat and buckled it. Tony closed his eyes, remembering the previous night and the feeling of being collared for the first time. He didn't know how one strip of leather could have made such a profound impression on his psyche, but it had. Gibbs took his head between his hands, leaned down, and bestowed a kiss on his forehead.
"Now eat something – idiot."
Tony opened his eyes, laughing, but he didn't miss the expression of surprised fondness on his dom's face.
After breakfast, Gibbs took him down into the basement. Tony sighed – personally he found Gibbs's obsession with building boats pretty damn boring, but it was an important part of his dom's life, so he guessed he'd have to learn to live with it.
Gibbs didn't start work on the boat though. Instead, he rifled through his work bench and sorted through a selection of screws and hooks. When he'd found what he was looking for, he grabbed his hammer and went over to the wall.
"Whatya doing, Boss?" Tony asked, puzzled, as Gibbs began banging something into the wall, at about waist height.
"What does it look like?" Gibbs didn't pause his hammering to answer the question.
Tony frowned. "Kinda like you're putting a hook in the wall but in a really weird place. I mean, it's not exactly high enough to hang a coat from, and…oh…!" Realisation kicked in.
"C'mere." Gibbs gestured with his head, and Tony went over to the wall. Gibbs grabbed a length of chain from the workbench, clipped it to Tony's collar, and fastened the other end to the wall.
Then he picked up an old, sawdust-covered cushion from the armchair in the far corner of the basement, threw it on the floor, and pointed to it.
Tony raised an eyebrow.
"Or you could stand," Gibbs shrugged. "But we're gonna be down here all morning, so you might want to make yourself comfortable."
"All morning?" Tony asked, crestfallen. "No more hot sex then?"
Gibbs grinned. "Well, I'm getting kinda old, Tony, and I dunno that I'll be able to get it up again any time soon. You, on the other hand, are gonna stay hard for me all morning. You shouldn't have any problem with that though, being, you know, so much younger than me." He patted Tony's face cheerfully.
Tony rolled his eyes; he should have known he'd pay for those comments. He sank down onto the cushion as instructed, resigned to his fate. Gibbs glanced down at his semi-erect cock, and Tony found it hardening under the scrutiny - which at least took care of that little problem.
"That's better, Tony. Now sit there and keep it up. If I look over and it's drooping, I'll chalk it up on the board."
Tony gave a theatrical sigh, but actually he relished the challenge. Gibbs looked down on him.
"Chain gives you enough slack to walk around – not far, but just enough. If you need to stretch, then just get up and do it. If you need to use the bathroom, then unclip yourself and go – make sure you're back within four minutes, or that'll go on the chalkboard too."
Tony sat back against the wall and concentrated his attention on his cock. He loved the impromptu hand spankings Gibbs had given him in the bedroom and shower this morning, but wanted to keep the stroke tally down in his formal discipline sessions as much as possible. Luckily, his cock was happy to help him out on this one, and it didn't take much to keep it bobbing happily.
Tony glanced over at Gibbs and realised that his dom had moved the unfinished boat against the far wall and was busy working on something else. Something new. Something involving fresh timbers.
"Uh…what you working on there, Boss?"
"You'll see," Gibbs replied. He leaned forward, and Tony savoured the sight of his ass filling out his grey sweatpants.
Tony was happy to sit and watch his dom moving around the basement as the new thing – whatever it was – began to take shape in front of him. Tony thought that maybe it was some kind of sail for the boat – it was pretty tall, and it looked like there was a cross beam. He wasn't an expert on boats, but he could imagine that was what it was.
It took Gibbs a couple of hours, and then he took a step back and surveyed his handiwork happily.
"Looks good, Boss!" Tony said cheerily, head on one side as he tried to work out how the hell it would fit on the boat.
Gibbs laughed. "You have no idea what this is, do you?"
"Nope," Tony admitted. "Some kind of sail thing for the boat?"
Gibbs snorted, looking highly amused. "Not exactly. Wait here. I'll get something that might help you figure it out."
He disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a couple of sets of leather cuffs – not the ones Tony had worn in the night, which had been light and soft, like a second skin. These cuffs were thicker, harder, and more heavy duty. Gibbs also brought a few lengths of chain with him. Tony wondered just how many lengths of chain Gibbs had *bought* at that shop last weekend.
Gibbs attached the cuffs to the structure, and Tony felt his belly flip.
"A whipping post? Yup." Gibbs grinned. "Well, technically speaking, it's a St Andrew's Cross."
It was a more elaborate structure than the one at Murray's and more expertly crafted too – but not as sophisticated as the one he'd seen in Skinner's playroom.
Tony's belly flipped again as he stared at it. It was made in the shape of a large 'X', with two crossbeams and a heavy footrest to prevent it falling over under a person’s weight. Gibbs had fastened the cuffs at wrist and ankle height, but there were also hooks on the thing at various other points, presumably to attach chains to his collar and around his waist.
"Of all the doms in the world, I have to fall for the one who can actually make stuff like this with his bare hands," Tony muttered. He had to admit that the cross looked pretty exciting though. Even more exciting was the fact that Gibbs had made it himself. Tony wasn't sure why having such a capable dom was a turn on, but it was.
"Let’s see how sturdy it is," Gibbs said, unclipping him from the wall. He led Tony over to the cross and pushed him face first against it, then fastened the cuffs around his wrists and ankles, locking him in place.
"Uh…you're not going to actually try it out right now, are you, Boss?"
"Sure I am, Tony." Gibbs ran a hand over Tony's naked back and down to his ass – and squeezed. "I could flog you…" Tony shivered as he felt Gibbs's warm lips trail down his spine. "Or I could whip you…" Tony swallowed hard, his mouth having suddenly gone completely dry. "Or…I could just concentrate on spanking this ass…" Gibbs cupped Tony's butt cheeks with his hands and began kneading. "Yeah…I think we'll raise some colour in these cheeks – they're looking far too pale, Tony. Need to work on them before fucking you again. I like fucking a nice hot ass."
Tony's cock gave a little convulsion. "But I haven't earned any swats on the chalkboard yet, Boss!" he protested.
"I know, Tony." Gibbs continued fondling his sub's bottom. "But like I told you before, I can spank you any time I like – no reason required. Besides, those swats are for punishment. This will be for pleasure."
"Pleasure for whom exactly?" Tony demanded.
Gibbs laughed. "Well, definitely for me. As for you – I'll warm you up, build it up like I did last weekend at the club. You enjoyed that one, didn't you?"
"Yes, Boss," Tony said softly. He had. Gibbs had known just how to stoke him up and take him flying.
“Then relax – wuss.” Gibbs squeezed hard, making Tony whimper again, and then he moved away. He returned with a selection of implements. “Gonna have to make a rack to keep these in,” Gibbs mused as he laid the implements out on the work bench. “Okay, let's start. I’ll go nice and slow, Tony, take my time. Oh, and feel free to scream if you want. Place is pretty soundproof. Nobody will hear you.”
“Gee, thanks, Boss,” Tony said sarcastically, tugging experimentally on one of the cuffs. It held firm.
Gibbs took a handful of his hair and pulled his head back. “What’s your safe word?”
“Use it if you can’t handle it.”
“I will, Boss.”
Gibbs paused. His hand tightened into a fist in Tony's hair. “You sure about that, Tony?”
“Yes, Boss. I’ll use my safe word if I can’t handle it. Promise.”
Gibbs gazed at him thoughtfully for a moment, and Tony held his breath, then Gibbs nodded, seemingly convinced. He released Tony and took a step back. Tony craned his head and saw Gibbs pick up the paddle. He braced himself against the cross, steeling himself for the first blow…which fell gently on his ass, barely more than a tap. Tony gave a little yelp in expectation that it had hurt – but in reality it hadn’t done more than caress.
“Hurt that much, huh?” Gibbs snorted.
“Sorry, Boss. Thought you were going to swat me harder than that.” Tony grinned apologetically over his shoulder.
“Stop second guessing it, Tony – none of this is in your control. Give it up to me.”
Tony tried to follow his dom’s orders, but it wasn’t easy – he could feel his butt cheeks clenching in anticipation of the next blow. When it came, it was as sweet and gentle as the first. Tony started to relax.
Gibbs was true to his word. He delivered an expert spanking, as skilful as the whipping he’d given Tony at Murray’s Bar. He started gently and built up gradually, slowly stoking the fire that was starting to burn in Tony’s ass.
He used the paddle for a long time, and then he switched to the strap. This was a harsher implement, and he used it to lay on some stronger, more painful strokes, but because Tony's butt had been warmed up, and because Gibbs was so skilled, Tony found himself able to take them without any trouble.
Gibbs built up to a crescendo, then slowed down, then started all over again, laying on the strokes like a maestro. Tony relaxed more and more, hanging in his bonds, allowing them to keep him upright. He was barely able to distinguish between individual strokes now because his ass was a mass of burning sensation. He was aware that on some level it hurt, but the line between pain and pleasure was so blurred that it didn’t feel like pain. The endorphins were raging through his body, taking him higher and higher, and Gibbs seemed to know just how to play him, taking him closer and closer to the edge…nudging him further than he thought he could go…until suddenly he’d stepped off the ledge and was flying through the air.
It felt so good. His body was thrumming, his cock was hard and aching, and he was flying like a bird. He could see Gibbs far below, strapping him in earnest, his right arm moving fast, but Tony couldn’t feel anything over than a generalised, glowing warmth. He was giddy, dizzy, flying higher, and higher, and higher, until…
Gibbs’s arm slowed, and then he stopped completely. Tony hung there, lost in the sensation. He felt Gibbs come up behind him, and then he felt his dom kissing the back of his neck and nuzzling his hair, caressing him gently while he floated back down to earth.
He wasn’t sure how long they stood like that, but eventually Gibbs undid the cuffs, and Tony fell helplessly into his dom’s arms. Gibbs held him up until Tony felt as if he was standing on solid ground again. Then Gibbs drew back. Tony gazed at him dreamily. Gibbs’s eyes really were a most unnatural shade of deep blue. He didn’t think he’d ever seen a shade like it. They were beautiful.
“Did you give me drugs, Boss?” he asked, swaying slightly.
Gibbs laughed and put a hand under his elbow. “No, Tony. Just gave you a natural high. Now can you see the difference between punishment and flying?”
“Mmmmm.” Tony grinned at him stupidly. He leaned in and kissed Gibbs on the mouth. “Thank you, Boss,” he murmured hazily afterwards. “Love you.”
He could have kicked himself for making that mistake again, but Gibbs didn’t seem to read too much into it. He just grinned and tousled Tony’s hair affectionately. Then he took a leash out of his pocket and clipped it to Tony's collar; he tangled his fist in the leash and pulled his sub in the direction of the stairs.
“C’mon on, Tony. Time for lunch.”
Gibbs didn't release his grip on Tony's leash as he led him up the stairs and into the kitchen. Tony was still on a post-spanking high, lost in his sub space, and Gibbs didn't want to let him out of his sight right now.
Gibbs was also deeply in his own top space. He felt powerful, invincible, and totally in charge. He hadn't felt this energised in years. He was naturally dominant and expressed that in his everyday life, but there was always a part of himself that he had to rein back in. Being a 24/7 dom gave him a chance to really unleash that side of himself, and the sense of freedom was heady.
It helped to have a sub he was so compatible with. He'd learned a hell of a lot playing with Jenny and Stan and had gradually come to understand the kind of dom he was, and what he wanted from a sub. He'd come to the realisation that he needed a sub he would call his own – a 24/7 sub who could handle him and all his dominant intensity. Someone he didn't have to hold back with – someone who relished his dominance and didn't fear it or try to fight it. Neither of his two previous subs had been able to really give him that, and Gibbs had long ago come to the conclusion that there probably wasn't a sub out there who *could*.
Tony was a revelation to him. Gibbs wasn't sure why – it was obvious from the way they'd been playing at it for so long that these roles suited them. The long years of dancing around each other at work had made it easy for them to slip into these roles in their private lives. But even so, Gibbs hadn't expected it to be this natural, this simple, and this fulfilling. Tony might be a newbie, but he gave it up like a seasoned pro. Every time Gibbs demanded his surrender, Tony offered it to him so sweetly.
Gibbs glanced around the kitchen – it was clear he was going to have to bang in a hell of a lot more hooks all over the house. When he was in this kind of top space, he wanted to keep Tony close by and in bondage the whole time. He settled, in the end, for clipping Tony's chain to the towel rail. It wasn't perfect, but it just about worked.
"Ass out," he ordered, pushing Tony so that his face was against the wall.
Tony did as he was told, and Gibbs retrieved the lube from his pocket and slicked some onto his fingers. Then he spread the burning halves of Tony's ass and slid his fingers inside. He felt Tony tense a little, but he thought his sub was gradually getting used to the way Gibbs didn't ask, or hesitate; he treated Tony's body like he owned it – which he did.
Tony had tightened up a little since earlier, but he was still much looser than he had been. Gibbs slid the lubricant inside him; he could tell Tony was expecting him to immediately fuck him, but he wasn't ready yet. He had other plans for that. He finished up and then put the lube on the shelf next to where Tony was standing.
“That’s the last time I’m gonna lube you during the day,” he told his sub. “From now on, I expect you to keep yourself lubed and ready for whenever I want to fuck you. Only exception is first thing in the morning, before you get up. That’s the only time I’ll lube you. Now, keep your face to the wall," he ordered. "I want to see that glowing red ass while I work."
He squeezed the ass in question, loving Tony's little squawk and loving even more the way that heated flesh felt in his hands. His cock started to show some interest, and he grinned to himself. He'd gone two years without sex, and now he wanted it every five minutes. Then again, with a sub as beautifully responsive as Tony that was hardly surprising.
Gibbs made them both some sandwiches, put them on the kitchen table, and then unclipped Tony's chain from the rail. Tony moved to sit down at his usual place, but Gibbs shook his head, pointing at the floor instead. Tony looked startled at this new aspect of his training.
"Kneel beside me – I'll feed you," Gibbs told him. "Your ass will probably thank me for it."
Tony continued to give him with that big-eyed look, so Gibbs clicked his fingers impatiently. Tony sank immediately to his knees. That was so gratifying – it was some kind of in-built response his sub had – he hadn't even had to teach him that one.
Gibbs felt his cock stirring again in anticipation. He grabbed hold of Tony's trailing leash, wrapped it firmly in his hand, and then pulled Tony forwards and kissed him on the mouth. He was completely in his dominant headspace as he claimed his sub's lips, pushing them open, sinking his tongue into his mouth, and kissing him hard. Tony surrendered without any resistance at all, and Gibbs wondered if it was this easy because they were so compatible.
He released Tony and took a bite of his sandwich, grinning down at his sub. He didn't want to talk – and he could see that Tony didn't, either. His sub had a hazy, dreamy look in his eyes and was clearly still flying.
Gibbs knew Tony didn't like sharing food, so he held out a fresh sandwich to him. Tony took a bite, gazing up at his dom with that faraway look as he chewed. Gibbs felt his cock stirring again, and he opened his legs to get more comfortable, turning towards Tony as he did so. Tony was at crotch height, and his gaze fell on the bulge in Gibbs's pants. He glanced up at Gibbs with a questioning look in his eyes, and Gibbs answered it with a feral smile.
Gibbs continued to feed them both until they were done, keeping his hand wrapped in Tony's leash the entire time. He loved the power he could feel coursing through his veins as he fed his sub. It felt so intoxicating to have Tony at his mercy like this, and to know that Tony was as turned on by his dominance as he was turned on by Tony's submission. Tony complemented him so perfectly – each of them needing what the other could give.
Gibbs didn't take his eyes off his sub as they ate, and when they were done he gave Tony a drink and allowed him a moment to just kneel there. He could feel his cock straining against his sweatpants, but still he didn't say a word. He just sat there, legs wide apart, gazing down on Tony with that feral grin plastered to his face, considering what he was going to do next, and how much he was going to enjoy it.
Tony was uncharacteristically silent in response. He looked up at Gibbs, maintaining eye contact all the time, looking like a mouse trapped between a cat's paws, waiting for him to pounce.
Gibbs kept him waiting. He wanted his sub completely on edge. He could see that Tony's cock was hard again and felt a tiny twinge of sympathy for Tony's condition. To be that hard, for that long, with no chance of coming – well, that had to be hard for a guy. But at least Tony was obedient, and his body was starting to get the message about who owned it now.
They were silent for a long time, Tony kneeling there, and Gibbs sitting open-legged in his chair, his fist wrapped around Tony's leash, his gaze unfaltering as he looked down on his sub.
Then, without warning, Gibbs moved. He pulled on Tony's leash, forcing his sub to his feet. At the same time, he reached out with one arm and cleared the table, sending the plates and cups clattering to the floor. Gibbs didn't give a damn about them. The only thing he cared about right now was fucking his sub's red hot ass.
He grabbed Tony and swung him down onto the table on his back. Tony went with a little cry of surprise. Gibbs tore off his own tee shirt, and then took hold of Tony's legs and pushed them up, into the air, holding them wide apart.
"Just the right height," he said, grinning as he looked down on his startled sub. Tony was now lying on the table on his back, his legs open wide and resting on Gibbs's shoulders.
Gibbs removed his sweatpants, eager to release his aching cock. Then he spread Tony's warm buttocks, positioned his cock in Tony's hole, and entered him – hard. Tony gave another cry of surprise as Gibbs pushed into him with one mighty thrust, right up to the hilt. He pushed Tony's legs right back with his shoulders, and ended up looking down into his sub's wide green eyes.
God it felt good – but then it always felt good being inside Tony. His hole was stretched, tight and hot, around Gibbs's cock. Gibbs kept his hands on Tony's ass, loving the warmth of the newly spanked skin under his fingers.
He moved his hips back, watching Tony gasp at the sensation, and then he slammed back in. This wasn't a lazy fuck like this morning – this one was about pure dominance. He had just spent the morning pouring all his feelings for his new sub into building that post downstairs, and then he'd taken his time spanking him into the stratosphere. Now was the culmination of that – now it was time to claim his sub again and fuck him hard.
He slammed his hips back again, and he guessed he'd hit Tony's prostate because he saw a spike of pleasure in his eyes. Gibbs gave another grin; he removed his hands from Tony's butt cheeks and teased his nipples with his fingers instead.
Tony was gazing up at him like a gazelle gazing at a lion. That look was such a turn on. Gibbs thrust in again – and squeezed down hard on Tony's nipples with his fingers at the same time. He knew the combination of pleasure and pain worked for Tony from how he'd reacted the previous evening, and he was right. Tony's pupils dilated visibly as Gibbs squeezed hard on his nipples and hit his prostate at the same time with each inward thrust. He released Tony's nipples each time he withdrew and pinched them tightly each time he thrust back in again.
Tony was gasping, panting, and pleading with him, but Gibbs didn't think for a moment that he wanted him to stop. Even apart from the fact Tony hadn't said his safe word; it was obvious just from looking at him that Tony was having the time of his life.
Gibbs stepped up the pace, fucking Tony hard. Now he was going too fast to release his grip on Tony's nipples between thrusts. Now he just kept them held in a vice-like grip, as hard and unyielding as any clamp. Tony was screaming and moaning; the sweat was pouring off him, and his cock was rock hard. He put his hand down to rub it, but Gibbs shook his head.
"No hands. Don't want you touching yourself when I'm fucking you unless I say so. I like being the one who does that."
"Then do it!"
Gibbs shook his head. "Not yet. Come without being touched if you can – otherwise you'll just have to wait and see if I'll help you out."
"I hate you!" Tony yelled.
Gibbs laughed, and just kept on fucking him while Tony gazed up at him with that look of stunned pleasure on his face the entire time.
Gibbs took himself right to the edge of climax and then slowed back down again, remaining hard. Tony gave him a confused look as he withdrew, clearly surprised that he hadn't climaxed.
Tony mewled as Gibbs removed his harsh grip on his nipples, and Gibbs used the moment to his advantage. He grabbed Tony's leash and pulled him off the table, putting a hand under his arm to keep him steady.
He pushed him into the living room and threw him down over the back of the couch. He took a brief moment to admire how good Tony looked sprawled there, his legs wide open and his spanked buttocks glowing. The opening between them was dark, glistening, and inviting, enticing him to resume where he'd left off.
He did just that, sliding into Tony in one swift, long stroke. Tony's hands scrabbled for purchase on the worn cushions of the couch as Gibbs rode him relentlessly. Gibbs felt invincible as he thrust into his sub's body – showing it who it belonged to and subjecting it to his total mastery.
Tony was rubbing himself against the back of the couch, but Gibbs had no objection to that – if Tony got off then that was fine by him, as long as he stayed within the rules. His sub deserved it.
He loved looking down on Tony's smooth, golden back and loved the feel of Tony's firm skin under his fingertips. He kept a firm hold on Tony's hips, and gazed, transfixed, at the sight of his own cock sliding into and out of Tony's body in rhythmic thrusts. Tony was gibbering away beneath him, but Gibbs was lost inside his own top space. He had a strong, attractive sub to fuck, and Tony was taking it so beautifully.
Gibbs fought a battle with himself and won, stopping himself once again on the brink of completion and forcing himself back down. He could feel the sweat dripping down his face and onto Tony's back. He paused while still lodged deep inside Tony's body, giving himself time to recover. Then he slid out and pulled Tony up from the couch.
He swung an arm around his sub and pulled Tony in close, so that his naked body was pressed against his own. He could feel both their hard cocks pulsing together.
"You didn't come yet…?" Tony gasped. "Christ – you really are superhuman, Gibbs."
"Want to spend a long time inside you today, Tony," Gibbs hissed, lacing his hands behind Tony's back and keeping him pressed against him. "You're such a fucking turn on. Want to make good use of you."
Tony's face split into a broad grin. "You're doing that, Boss," he said, thrusting against Gibbs hopelessly. "Please let me get off too," he whispered. "I'm so close…every time you fuck me, it feels like I'm gonna explode. It's so good."
"It's gonna get better. I can keep this up for a lot longer. Think you can handle that?" Gibbs asked, looking into Tony's shining green eyes.
"I can handle it," Tony grinned. “Any time.”
"That what you think, boy?" Gibbs grinned back at him. "We'll see. What's your safe word?"
"Okay – you remember that 'cause I'm a long way from being done with you."
His gaze moved from Tony's eyes to his enticingly full lips, and he angled his head in and claimed a deep kiss from them. Tony pushed up against him eagerly, but Gibbs held him in check. *He* was in charge, and his sub would learn who controlled him.
He pushed Tony back as he kissed him, one step at a time, until Tony had his shoulders pressed against the wall. Then Gibbs held his face in place and plundered his mouth in earnest. After several minutes of kissing, he dropped his hands down to Tony's hips. Then, without warning, in mid-kiss, he lifted Tony off his feet. Tony gave a startled shout as Gibbs shoved him up against the wall and held him there. Then Gibbs skewered him in place with his hard cock, entering him again with a powerful thrust.
Tony gave him a look of total astonishment, clearly shocked that Gibbs was strong enough to force him into this position and fuck him like this. Gibbs didn't care. He felt invincible right now – hell, having Tony as a sub was enough to make any dom feel superhuman.
He fucked Tony harder now, one shade short of brutal, loving the sounds of Tony's grunts as he fucked him into the wall. Tony's strong shoulders were braced against the hard surface, and Tony wrapped his legs around Gibbs's back as they fucked. They grinned at each other, insanely excited. This was more exhilarating than anything Gibbs had done with any other sexual partner, and he was pretty sure that Tony felt the same way.
He felt his breathing coming in hard pants and was glad he kept himself fit or there was no way he'd be able to do this. He slowed down again. Tony whimpered as the pace dropped, but Gibbs didn't want to finish this off here. He had someplace else in mind. He withdrew and lowered Tony to the ground, then grabbed his sub again and propelled him over to the couch.
This time he pushed Tony down on his back, so that he was lying full-length on the couch, legs wide open, waiting for him. Gibbs paused for the moment to enjoy the view. Tony's cock was leaking pre-come, and his hole was slick with Gibbs's own pre-come. It was too inviting; Gibbs longed to be buried in it up to the hilt again.
He moved down so that he was on top of Tony, entered him again in one smooth thrust, and then came to rest, fully inserted in his sub's body, with Tony's face directly beneath his. Gibbs loved the feel of his sub's hard, compliant body under his own. He smoothed Tony's hair away from his sweaty forehead and kissed him again.
Now he went slowly, each inward thrust drawing a little panting moan from Tony. He deliberately rubbed his body over Tony's hard cock with each stroke, giving Tony the friction he so desperately craved. They became locked into a rhythm, and Gibbs fucked Tony deep and slow, kissing his sub the entire time. He bit down lightly on that full lower lip and slid his tongue into Tony's mouth, exploring it thoroughly. Tony couldn't move – he was trapped under Gibbs's body. All he could do was lie there and let Gibbs fuck him into the couch.
Gibbs took his time, wanting to prolong this amazing fuck for as long as possible. Tony's mouth, Tony's body, Tony's warm tight hole, the scent of Tony, the taste of him, and the sight of him…Gibbs wanted to savour them all. Tony's body was his to explore, his to tame, and his to fuck. It belonged to him, and it opened up to his demands so sweetly.
The rest of the world ceased to exist. There was just him and his submissive. Gibbs moved languidly inside Tony, mastering him completely, taking his pleasure in him. Gibbs had never tested himself like this before. He had never tried to stay so hard, for so long, with this degree of stimulation. He felt himself reaching a new level of dominance. Now *he* was flying, completely lost in the sensation of making love to his sub.
"Come with me, Tony. Come for me – now…come…" He gave another couple of long, slow thrusts, his naked body sliding over Tony's cock. Tony's eyes were glowing in amazed pleasure.
"Please…oh…please…" he whimpered incoherently.
Gibbs felt Tony's come spurt out onto both their bellies, warm and sticky. At that precise moment, Gibbs allowed himself to go over the edge too, and he shot his load with a bellowing shout. Gibbs wasn't sure if it was a result of the length of time they had been making love, or his own sense of heady dominance, but he came longer and harder than he ever had before. He spurted out, over and over again, deep inside Tony's body, growling out his orgasm throughout, head back, roaring loudly like a victorious lion.
Then it was over. He rested his head on Tony's chest, hearing the harsh rasping sound of his own breathing. Tony rested his hands on Gibbs's back, still moaning softly to himself.
Gibbs wasn't sure how long they lay there, his cock still buried deep inside Tony's hole. It could have been hours, but he didn't want to move. This had been so incredible that he wanted to stay in the moment for as long as possible. He guessed that Tony felt the same way, judging by how he was looking at him with a combination of awe and adoration etched on his features. Gibbs was sure the expression on his own face was pretty similar.
"That was…" Tony sighed.
"Didn't know it was…"
"Can't believe it."
“God I love you, Jethro…” A wince passed across Tony’s face. "Sorry…shouldn’t keep saying that…sappy stuff…"
Gibbs held his head firmly, making Tony look at him. "You can say it all you want, Tony. It's okay."
"Never found it easy to say to anyone before, even Jeanne. Always felt kinda dumb - sappy and needy – but around you it just keeps slipping out, and I don't mean it to but…"
Gibbs silenced him by pressing his mouth to Tony's lips and kissing him slowly, gently, and deeply, hoping the action conveyed more than words could ever say.
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