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Overcoming (Sequel to Back To School)
by: BuffyAngel68 (Send Feedback)
Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 011 Word Count: 19405
Warning(s): BDSM, Kink
Character(s): Jethro Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo
Category(ies): Alternate Universe, Angst/Drama, Established Relationship, Romance
Summary: Jethro chooses to tackle one of Tony's big issues in an unusual way.
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11
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Tucked into Jethro's side on the couch, half-drowsing, half reading a book, Tony gazed dreamily up at his dom.
"Time to start getting ready."
"Yeah? I was so peaceful... I didn't notice."
Jethro leaned in and kissed him lightly on the nose.
"And I love seeing that in you, but we need to get moving."
"What am I supposed to wear, anyway? I don't have anything here." Tony asked as he sat up and stretched.
"Actually... you do. C'mon, I'll show you."
Both men rose and Jethro led the way to a large closet. When he opened the door and flicked a switch to turn on a light, Tony's jaw dropped and his eyes went wide. "Every once in a while I see something I think you might like or would look great on you and I pick it up... put it in here."
" I know, it's a little much, but I've been filling it up for a while."
Surrendering to a sudden impulse, Tony gleefully embraced his dom.
"Not too much. Not, not, not..."
"Didn't know you did imitations of Abby." Jethro responded wryly. Tony pulled back with a slightly rueful expression.
"It's okay. I also love seeing you excited. You pick something while I get dressed in our room. In case you decide you feel like playing, I'd recommend no underwear."
Jethro returned twenty minutes later to a stunning sight. Tony had selected a simple white, button down cotton shirt, left open a bit at the collar, and black boot-cut jeans that molded sinfully to his lower body.
"Wow... very, *very* nice, Anthony. You'll find a small chest in there with socks. Shoes and boots at the back."
Tony merely nodded, transfixed by the vision of his dom in a dark green, short sleeved
T-shirt and faded denim jeans that did at least as much for his assets as his sub's did. "Okay, enough ogling, even if I am occasionally worthy of it. Get something on your feet or we're not going anywhere."
Shaking himself out of his vapor-lock, Tony moved close and returned the gentle peck he'd received earlier.
"Trust me, you're always worthy, sir. You could show up in a gorilla suit or a tutu... I wouldn't care."
Jethro laughed and nudged his sub in the direction of the closet.
"Love you too. Go..."
A few minutes later, Tony was fully dressed, including a coat, and the pair was on the road.
"So where are we going? Is it anything like the House?"
"Nope. There are a few clubs around D.C. that lead double lives, all run by members of the community. A couple you'll never see, with or without me, and I'll make sure you know which ones."
"Do I wanna know why?"
Jethro was silent for a few minutes, his expression clearly showing that he was working on phrasing his answer so it wouldn't frighten or distress the young man beside him.
"There's a side of this life I don't want you to know about. The people who gravitate to it... they either like hurting or being hurt. When A.J. first told me I should take you to the House, tell you how I felt about you... I really wasn't sure."
Gibbs let silence spool out again, weighing and structuring his next words even more carefully. "Don't get me wrong, now, I've loved and wanted you for a long damn time. The thing is..." he admitted, the sentence breaking momentarily as he focused on a turn at an intersection. "... I know how down on yourself you can get sometimes. I finally saw that I could lose you to someone convincing you that you were right to think like that... that the only way you'd ever feel better was to let somebody punish you. As if damaging your body cleanses your soul..."
Pulling up to a red light, Jethro gazed intently at Tony, reached across and touched his face. "Ones like you, the Marzipan Angels...they're easy prey for the darkness and they can get trapped before they realize what's happened. The thought of you being hit or treated like some medieval penitent... I couldn't let it happen, so I finally got the balls to make the leap and believe that you wanted me, too."
The car eased forward into traffic again, but Tony felt as if a huge part of him was still hanging back where they'd paused, waiting for the light. Jethro glanced quickly at him as they continued on, worried that he hadn't heard a response. "Hey, you alright?"
"Yeah... I'm fine. I've just never heard you say that many words before. Not all at once, anyway. I guess... you really meant it. I did want you, by the way. I do. Guts was as much my road-block as it was yours. You know... I've heard about people who do that kind of stuff for pleasure... branding, cutting, whipping. Supposed to create some kind of endorphin high. I never understood it, so I... put it out of my head. Too disturbing to dwell on..."
"I don't want you to understand. I want you to always concentrate on being safe and loved and respected. Long as you're with me, you'll never be anything else."
Tony flushed and grinned, glad that the color creeping up his face was much less obvious in the dark.
A short while later, Jethro pulled into a large, half-full parking lot, taking a space a row back from the building. Both exited the vehicle and Tony watched his dom lock up, but when Jethro moved off, Tony held back.
"Sorry, I just need to know how to... is this a kneel and wait kind of place?"
"Sometimes, but not tonight. Supper, games, catching up with people you haven't seen in a while... that's relaxed enough not to require the formalities. There is one thing, though. As we go in, slide one hand into my jacket pocket. Once they all see that... well, you'll find out."
"More than one over the course of the night. They'll all be pleasant, I guarantee. C'mon..."
Tony complied with Gibbs' instructions the moment they were inside. Jethro could feel the hand now in his pocket trembling a bit and it drew a light smile out of him. When he saw a familiar face heading through the crowd in their direction, he murmured to Tony. "Relax, sweetheart. Just let her see who you really are. Oh, and call her Mama Katherine or just Mama. Got it?"
"Uh-huh. I hear and obey." Tony confirmed, but as the tall, imposing black woman approached, his hand clenched into a loose fist against Jethro's ribs.
"Easy does it, child. No danger here." she soothed, grasping his chin gently and turning his head right and left. "I just wanted to look you over. My, Jethro, he is an exquisite boy."
"I'm fully aware."
"Thank you very much, Mama Katherine." Tony responded softly.
"And polite as well. Getting rarer these days, so it's a sweet surprise. What would your name be, hmmm?"
"Anthony DiNozzo, Mama."
"Welcome, Anthony. There are other little ones here tonight, so please don't feel as if you're the only new face. Now, I'm in charge of security tonight. I consider all the guests close friends, but human nature being what it is when alcohol is involved... people can get foolish. If anything frightens you tonight, or any*one*, and Dom Gibbs isn't within range, *I* will be. Find me and I'll take care of it, alright?"
"Fine. Come in and mingle a bit. Food should be ready in about twenty minutes. I'd keep that hand where it is for a few minutes, just until most of the crowd has seen it and the word has spread that you'll be under my protection for tonight."
"He couldn't be in better hands, Mama." Jethro purred, dropping a kiss on her cheek as they moved past. They left her chuckling behind them as they made their way into the main area of the club. Tony's head was on a swivel as he was led to a nearly empty table. The only other occupant rose and held out his hand as they arrived. Gibbs grasped it and held one for several seconds before all three sat down.
"Cody. Almost didn't recognize you."
"Pot calling the kettle, Jethro. Don't recall you having anything that impressive on your arm the last time we met."
"Cody, this is Anthony DiNozzo. Anthony, this is an old friend of mine, Cody Bonner."
Tony grinned, took a deep breath and focused his wandering attention.
"Hi. I like the name."
"Fan of cowboy movies, are you?"
"In black and white... yeah. I'll watch pretty much anything that way, actually."
"No modern movies?"
"Oh yeah, absolutely. It's just... sometimes I get a craving for simpler motives, simpler thinking. Like 'High Noon.' Doesn't more stripped down than that, right? The clock, the girl and the fight. When those are all you really have to concentrate on, the deeper themes are so much easier to pick up and take in."
Cody sat back in his chair and laughed quietly.
"Sorry, sir." Tony mumbled, dropping his chin and trying to hide his face. Jethro tilted his head down and nuzzled the younger man tenderly.
"Don't, love. It's okay. I told you to be yourself and that knowledge is a big part of you. Within the community... you don't have to feel ashamed of getting excited about your favorite subjects."
"You were so right, Jethro. I do see." Cody commented, his eyes shining with moisture. "Been forever since I saw that in your face... have to say, I'm massively jealous. I ever find out you were stupid enough to let him get away..."
"No chance of that."
"I see that, too. You can probably take that hand back now, Anthony. Half the room already knows that you're not to be touched without multiple authorizations, including yours of course. The rest of the crowd will likely be alerted before we're called to supper."
"He's probably right. You'll need both hands to eat, anyway."
"Cute..." Tony snarked lightly, shifting his hand onto Jethro's forearm the moment it was free. Gibbs gazed down at it then back up at Tony. "I want everybody to know you're mine, too."
Suddenly Jethro's eyes were also shining.
"Have been since the day we met, baby."
Cody choked back a mixed sound of joy and distress and rose to his feet.
"Dear, God... sorry, gentlemen, only so much true love I can watch without breaking down and I swore I wouldn't embarrass myself tonight. I *have* to get a drink, but I'll be back..."
Jethro watched him hurry away toward the bar with a confused, anguished expression. A moment later, he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder and turned back to Tony.
"It's obvious something's wrong. Go talk to him."
"You'll be alright?"
"Like Mama said, I've got a guardian angel when you can't be here."
Jethro kissed him lingeringly and offered a smile bursting with pride and passion when he pulled back.
"I wasted so much time... but I swear to God I'll make it up to you. Every day, every minute..."
"You better. Cody needs you, sir. Go on."
After a few more moments staring at his sub, upset that he had to choose, Gibbs stood and moved off, hoping to catch his old friend before he could leave.
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