Two Masters: 5. Part Five
Tony was so wrung out from that marathon sex session that the rest of the day passed in a kind of a haze. He was dimly aware of them taking a long, slow shower, and of Gibbs getting dressed again. Then he followed Gibbs around the house while his dom banged in hooks seemingly everywhere – in ceilings and walls in every room in the house. Tony thought he remembered eating a Chinese takeout on the couch in front of a DVD. Then he just stretched out, exhausted, his head in Gibbs’s lap, gazing blankly at the TV screen.
Gibbs stroked his hair, and Tony looked up at him, still in a kind of shock. He’d never known sex like he’d experienced today. It was as if Gibbs had fucked him all the way down to his soul. His body ached all over. He could feel the scratches on his back from where Gibbs had fucked him against the wall, and the bruise marks on his hips from where Gibbs had fucked him over the back of the couch. His nipples were sore, his ass was tender from the spanking, and his hole ached from being so well stretched – but he loved every single ache and pain.
He didn’t protest when Gibbs dragged him off to bed at some far too early hour. He just got into the bed and offered up his hands for Gibbs to buckle his wrists into the soft leather cuffs that hung from the bed post.
Gibbs clipped his collar to the chain that was also attached to the bed post, and Tony rolled onto his side in his bondage, feeling like he was exactly where he wanted to be.
He felt Gibbs get into the bed behind him. Then the lights were turned off, and Gibbs pressed up against him in the darkness.
His dom held him close, and Tony closed his eyes. This shouldn’t feel so good. He couldn’t get his head around it. Surely this couldn’t end well? Usually whenever the word ‘love’ was raised in any relationship he’d been in, it was the beginning of the end. Tony had never been comfortable either offering the sentiment or hearing it – so why was this so different? He wasn’t sure, and he was too tired to think about it, so he just closed his eyes and fell fast asleep.
He slept for ten hours straight and was woken by the now familiar sensation of Gibbs opening up his butt cheeks and sliding his hard cock between them. He hissed a little as Gibbs went in – all that fucking had loosened him up, but it had also rubbed him sore in places too. The burn soon went away though, and he lay there, feeling boneless and content as Gibbs fucked him lazily into consciousness.
Tony didn’t care that his hands were bound, and he couldn’t reach his cock to bring himself off. There was something so peaceful about allowing Gibbs to pump into him while he just enjoyed the ride.
They passed Sunday much like the previous day, and Tony realised he had spent pretty much the whole weekend his own sub space. He was loving it so much that he didn’t want it to end, and he started to feel anxious about what would happen when they went back to work the next day.
After lunch, Gibbs took Tony down into the basement and clipped him to the wall again. Tony watched as Gibbs began work on some new project.
“You’re quiet,” his dom said a couple of hours later. “Usually you like to talk at me when I’m working.” He stepped back to survey his handiwork. Tony had no idea what this one was – it looked nothing like anything you’d need on a boat, but it was also nothing like the St Andrew’s Cross, either.
“Hmmm,” Tony replied. “What *is* that you’re working on there, Boss?”
“How many things do you need to tie me to just to spank my ass?”
Gibbs grinned at him. “Helps to have some variety. Besides, I like making stuff for you.”
Tony hadn’t viewed it that way. “How does it work?”
Gibbs beckoned him over, and Tony unclipped himself and approached the new device apprehensively.
“You place your knees here…” Gibbs helped him put his knees onto two little shelves, and then propelled his body forward so that it was resting on the beam. This had the effect of raising his ass high in the air and forcing his head down. “I’ll add some restraints so you can’t move. Good thing about this one is that when I’m done spanking you, I can fuck you while you’re still tied to it,” Gibbs pointed out.
Tony gave a shiver of anticipatory pleasure at that thought.
“But not now,” Gibbs laughed, hauling him back. “It’s not finished for a start, and I don’t have the materials to finish it, either. It needs padding or it’ll be uncomfortable – to say nothing of the splinters.”
“Hmmm.” Tony gazed at the bench, lost in thought. Gibbs tapped his forehead.
“What’s going on, Tony?”
“Nothing,” Tony shrugged, walking back towards his cushion on the floor and his now familiar bondage.
He was startled, a second later, when a firm arm went around his waist, and an equally firm hand began laying swats on his ass. Gibbs spanked him – hard – a few times, then released him and swung him around. Tony rubbed his sore ass.
“What was that for?”
“What’s rule number two?” Gibbs demanded.
“Don’t lie to you,” Tony muttered.
“Then don’t damn well lie to me. Now what’s going on?”
“I was just thinking about work. How’s that gonna be now, Gibbs?”
Gibbs raised a confused eyebrow. “No different to how it was last week, Tony.”
“But…” Tony wasn’t sure he could explain it. Gibbs might have spent the week training him, but nothing could ever have prepared him for how he felt now that Gibbs had collared him and fucked him. It changed *everything* in some deep, subtle way that he couldn’t put into words.
“I just…what we’ve been doing…it’s…” He floundered. Last week he felt as if he’d just been playing at it, but now it had become real. He had no idea if he could go back to being work Tony again after being *this* Tony. “How can I be your sub at work and not be your sub like *this*,” he said at last, gesturing at his naked body, the chain on the wall, and the half-finished spanking bench. “I want to be this all the time, and that’s not gonna happen.”
“You’ll be fine,” Gibbs grinned at him. “You’re deep in your own sub space this weekend, Tony, but you’ll come up again when you get back to work. Habit and routine will kick in. Just remember that I own your ass now, and if I want to fuck you in the elevator, or the van, or the men’s room, then I will.”
“Trust me, that’s not the problem,” Tony said, with a wry grin. “The fucking is definitely never a problem. But you said that once you fucked me, you wouldn’t give me up easily, and you said this was a 24/7 deal…” Tony trailed off.
“So?” Gibbs frowned.
“Does that mean I live here now?” Tony asked. “Or are you gonna send me back to my apartment? I mean, I’m running low on clothes and…”
Gibbs silenced him with a glare. “Tony – when I said 24/7 I meant it, and there’s no way in hell I’d tolerate having to *phone* my sub in the middle of the night when I want to feel his mouth around my cock. So yeah, you’re living here now. You have a problem with that?”
Tony heaved a sigh of relief. “No. Just…usually people date for awhile before moving in together.”
Gibbs shrugged. “So? That’s people – not us. What we have is different. You’re my sub – no point keeping a 24/7 sub if you can’t fuck him when you’re in the mood.”
Tony chewed on his lip, gazing at his dom thoughtfully.
“What now?” Gibbs sighed.
“Just…me and you, we’re both commitment-phobes…” he began. Gibbs raised an eyebrow. “Oh come on – you so are! I don’t care how many damn times you’ve been married, there’s a reason why they all left you.”
He was surprised to see the little wince cross Gibbs’s face. He thought he knew all the man’s sensitivities by now – and God knows there weren’t many – but he was wrong.
“They did all leave you, didn’t they?” Tony asked quietly. “You didn’t leave them.”
“Nope. I didn’t leave them.” Gibbs shook his head moodily.
“Yeah – he left too. They all left, and they were right to leave. And yeah, they left because I didn’t commit to any of them – no matter how many rings I pushed on fingers. I wasn’t ever really in any of those relationships.”
“Because of…” Tony hesitated. This was the most vulnerable of Gibbs’s sensitivities – and the only one that truly mattered to his dom. He knew that. “Shannon and Kelly?” he asked tentatively.
Gibbs stared at him. He looked as if he was struggling with the answer to that one.
“I’m not prying,” Tony said hastily. “Just…it seems to me that if you and I…if what we have here is real…I need to know that I’m not like one of your ex-wives, or Stan. I need to know you’re as in this as I am.”
Gibbs shook his head, laughing softly. “Hell, Tony, you don’t even need to ask that question,” he said ruefully. “What I’ve got with you is more real than anything I’ve had in eighteen years. You and me – commitment isn’t an issue here. Not for me anyway. You?”
“No.” Tony shook his head thoughtfully. “Seems weird to say it, but no. I’ve never lived with anyone else, Boss – not as anything more than a roomie. This should be freaking me out, but it isn’t. I just needed to know where I stood.”
“Yeah – you did, and it’s right you asked. We’ll figure it out at work as we go along. As for your clothes – we’ll go over to your place tomorrow evening and get everything you need.”
“What happens to my apartment? I mean, this has all been pretty quick, and…”
“Just leave it,” Gibbs shrugged. “No need for you to make any big decisions now. You move in here – you live here – and we’ll see how it goes. I know this is all new, and you might feel happier knowing you have a bolthole.”
“Hope I won’t need one.” Tony grinned.
Gibbs was serious as he moved in close though. “Don’t want to pressure you, Tony. I want my sub to be here so I can fuck him, but I know that’s a lot to handle. I know *I* can be a lot to handle. You ever need space, you tell me, and we’ll figure something out.”
“Oh, I don’t think the fucking is going to be the problem, Jethro,” Tony said quietly. “The problem is gonna be me and my never-ending ability to screw things up.”
“Hey – I’ve been divorced three times – don’t talk to me about screwing things up,” Gibbs grinned. “Let’s just take it one day at a time. Yes?”
Tony surrendered happily as Gibbs pulled him close and kissed him. Then Gibbs released him and returned to his half-finished wood-working project.
“Hey Jethro!” Tony called him back. “For the record – I’ve never had any trouble handling you.”
“Is that so?” Gibbs raised an amused eyebrow.
“Yeah, I’ve been handling you for eight years,” Tony smirked.
Gibbs laughed. “And doing a damn good job of it too, Tony.”
Gibbs went easy on his sub for the rest of the weekend, as they were both wiped out by all the truly fantastic sex. Gibbs was astonished by how easy it had been. He’d expected more problems, especially as Tony was a newbie, but it had all been so simple.
He hadn’t anticipated that the sex would be so good, or that he’d like having Tony around as much as he did. He’d expected Tony would be high maintenance, but he wasn’t. Gibbs was starting to realise just how much Tony had always put on a performance simply to get his attention. Now that he had it, he was much more laid-back.
Gibbs didn’t have any of Tony’s anxieties about going back to work. He didn’t over-think situations, the way Tony did; there was no point looking for problems where none existed.
They were both so exhausted that they went to bed early. Gibbs finished up in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom to find that his sub was already fast asleep. Gibbs’s heart skipped a beat. He had a beautiful, naked, collared submissive tied up in his bed. If someone had told him about this a couple of weeks ago, he’d have slapped them upside the head.
He got in beside Tony, wrapped his arms around him, and held him tight. Tony was dead to the world and didn’t even murmur. Gibbs kissed the back of his sub’s neck, thinking about Tony’s various declarations of love. Gibbs had never found it easy to say those words, even to Shannon. He felt the emotion, but the words always got stuck in the back of his throat. They seemed too big to say, but too small to sum up how he felt.
He kissed his sub’s shoulder. “Love you too, Tony,” he muttered.
He was glad that Tony wasn’t awake, so he couldn’t hear how paltry the words sounded.
Tony didn’t want to get up the next morning. He didn’t want to leave the hazy peace of sub space behind and return to work. He lay in bed, still in his bondage, enjoying the last few moments before he had to put this amazing weekend behind him.
Gibbs had fucked him awake as usual, and his thighs were sticky with the semen that was gently seeping out of his ass. He liked the way his hole still throbbed from taking his dom’s big cock, and the sense of sexual satisfaction thrumming through his veins.
Gibbs was singing loudly and tunelessly in the shower. Tony closed his eyes and dozed off to the sound. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to venture back into a world where he had to be anything other than Gibbs’s naked, compliant sub.
Gibbs returned to the bedroom a few minutes later, drying himself. Tony rolled onto his side and watched his dom getting dressed. Gibbs finished up and glanced at him.
“I’m leaving. You should get your lazy ass moving, or you’ll be late,” he said, bending over to kiss Tony’s hair.
“Like I’d dare. My boss has this weird time management obsession.” Tony grinned.
“Yeah, and also he doesn’t like excuses.” Gibbs glared down at him meaningfully.
“So you don’t think he’d go for; ‘I’m late ’cause my dom was taking so long fucking me into the mattress this morning’?” Tony smiled sweetly.
Gibbs rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Well, I don’t know, Tony. But you’re the one who keeps boasting that you can handle this bastard boss of yours, so if you want to go ahead and try that one out then be my guest.”
Tony groaned. “On it, Boss.” He sat up and began unclipping his collar from the chain tethering him to the bed. “Hey – Boss!” He called Gibbs back as he got to the door. “Can I wear my collar to work?”
Gibbs shook his head. “Nope. Too obvious.”
“But Abby wears a different collar every day!” Tony protested.
“Abby’s a Goth – she’s always had eccentric dress tastes. You haven’t. Besides, the collar’s private – it’s between you and me, nobody else.”
“I said no, Tony. Now, get your ass up and get dressed because I can promise you something a hell of a lot worse than a time management class if you’re late this time.”
“Yes, Boss,” Tony sighed.
He showered, shaved, cleaned his teeth, and then surveyed the collar on the nightstand regretfully. A thought occurred to him: Gibbs’s objections had been to do with the collar showing – but supposing he could fix it so that it didn’t?
He pulled out his sharpest suit – the grey pinstripe with the waistcoat – and the high collared white shirt and extravagantly full grey silk tie that he liked to wear with it. This was his special occasion outfit – it was the one he’d worn to work the day he’d hoped to go up to Stillwater with Gibbs to meet his dad. Okay, so Gibbs hadn’t let him go on that trip that day, but Tony hadn’t known that when he got dressed.
Tony buckled his black leather collar around his throat, relieved to have it back where it belonged, and then he pulled on his white shirt and buttoned it up. It was tight, but it did cover the collar completely. You could just about make out the outline of the collar through his shirt, but when he knotted the grey silk tie over it you couldn’t see it at all.
“Hey presto!” Tony pulled on the rest of his outfit and admired himself in the mirror. “Not bad, Anthony,” he mused. At least this way he got to wear the collar *and* look pretty damn fine into the bargain. He looked at himself intently. He was different now. He might look the same, but when he went in to work today it would be as a collared sub. His whole life had changed in the course of one weekend.
He arrived at work with two minutes to spare – to find that Gibbs had already gone into a meeting with Vance. He had, however, left a long list of tasks on Tony’s desk which he wanted completed by the time he returned.
Tony worked on them for a couple of hours and then took the elevator down to Abby’s lab, whistling to himself as he went. Abby turned to glance at him as he entered, turned back to her work station, and then twirled around again and did a double take.
“Oh my God!” she breathed.
“What?” Tony put his hand up to touch his tie. She couldn’t possibly see the collar underneath his shirt, could she?
“You, Tony!” She stared at him, a curious expression on her face. “Did you have plastic surgery over the weekend?”
“You sure?” She came over and peered at him suspiciously.
“Definitely! I spent the weekend doing something much more fun than that.” He winked at her, and she laughed out loud.
“So that’s it! I knew it was something! You’ve been having hot sex all weekend, haven’t you, Tony?”
“Yes, Abby, I have.” He didn’t even try to hide the smug expression on his face.
“Not just hot sex – the best sex of your entire life! Nobody looks that good unless it was really incredible, mind-blowing, swinging-from-the-chandelier type sex!”
“There were no chandeliers.” He grinned. “But you’re right about all the rest.”
“Tony!” She launched herself at him for a hug. “I’m so happy for you! It’s about time you found someone who’s right for you. You’re too nice to be alone. Well, annoying too, but mainly nice. Oh…wait…what’s this…?” She traced her fingers around the collar of his shirt and prodded at it. “Are you wearing a collar, Tony?”
“Well yeah – that’s my shirt collar,” he deflected quickly. “So – are you nearly done with the evidence for the McElroy case? ‘Cause that’s due in court soon and…”
Abby thumped his arm. “No, are you wearing a collar *under* your shirt collar, Mister? I think you are. Here, let’s see it.” She began tugging at his tie.
Tony gave in with a sigh – he knew Abby, and he knew there was no way she was going to let this one pass. “Okay – but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone.”
“Oh right – who am I gonna tell? Gibbs?” Abby smirked.
Tony grimaced. “Don’t tell *anyone* – but definitely not Gibbs.” He pulled his tie open and undid the top buttons of his shirt so she could see the collar.
“Oh man, that’s one beautiful collar. Your top must really love you, Tony! Feel the leather…it’s so soft!” She ran her fingers over it appreciatively. “Now, don’t deny that you have marks on your wrists from the handcuffs *this* time,” she said reprovingly.
Tony pulled up one of his shirt sleeves a fraction and glanced at the faint red mark on it. Abby grinned.
“Knew it! Wow – this chick must be GOOD if she’s got you wearing her collar to work. What’s the penalty for taking it off, Tony? As bad as the penalty for buttoning up your shirt that time to hide those bite marks?”
“Uh…no. I mean…that is, I’m not supposed to be wearing the collar to work, Abs,” Tony confided.
“And if your top finds out she’s gonna have your ass, isn’t she?” Abby asked sympathetically.
Tony winced. “Let’s not even talk about it.”
Abby raised an eyebrow. “Yikes, Tony, you really do like living dangerously.”
“I know,” he sighed.
“I love it!” Abby clapped her hands together excitedly. “You wanted to wear her collar so much that you risked it? Wow! She’s got you looking ten years younger and acting like the most lovestruck of subs – she must be one hell of a good top, Tony.”
“She is.” Tony grinned. “She really is.”
“Who is what, DiNozzo?” a voice said behind him, and he quickly buttoned up his shirt and straightened his tie.
“Uh, nobody…nothing, Boss!” he said hastily, shooting a glance at Abby. She nodded and zipped her fingers across her lips. “Just…talking to Abby about the McElroy case. It was on your list of things for me to check up on.”
Gibbs sauntered past him and then stopped, and, like Abby, did a double take. Tony held his breath. He was sure the collar wasn’t visible, but even so, Gibbs had eyes like a hawk.
“You going to a wedding, DiNozzo?” Gibbs asked, looking him up and down.
“Celebrating some other occasion?” Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
Tony grinned at him. “Just happy to be alive, Boss. It’s a fine day,” he said, beaming at his dom. Gibbs rolled his eyes and turned back to Abby, handing her a caf-pow.
“So where are we on the McElroy case?” he asked her. “It’s going to court in a couple of weeks, and I want the forensics to be watertight. The entire case hangs on your evidence, Abby.”
“I know, and I’ve gone over everything, like, fifty times, Gibbs!”
“Well – make it fifty-one.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. If it had been anyone else but Abby, Tony knew he’d have felt a surge of jealousy. But it was impossible to be jealous of Gibbs’s relationship with Abby. She was like the grown-up daughter that Kelly had never had the chance to be, and he knew that Gibbs loved her in exactly that way.
Abby made a face. “I hate it when I have to wear that stupid court suit.”
“I know – but take a leaf out of Tony’s book – he seems to love dressing up. C’mon, DiNozzo, we have work to do.”
He made an impatient gesture with his head and began walking in the direction of the elevator. Tony waggled his eyebrows at Abby and then ran to catch up.
“Hey, Gibbs!” Abby called after them. Gibbs turned. “Did you have plastic surgery over the weekend?” she asked.
Gibbs looked completely and utterly bemused. “What?”
“Nothing. Maybe I’ve been drinking too many caf-pows.” She put the drink down as if it was poison. “Or maybe there’s some kind of rejuvenating element in the Navy Yard water. I should run some tests,” she mused to herself, already oblivious to their presence.
Tony grinned and followed Gibbs into the elevator. It had barely started to lurch upwards when Gibbs slammed his hand on the emergency stop button and turned to Tony with a look of intent in his eyes.
Tony took a step back, and then another, until he was pressed up against the wall of the elevator. Gibbs couldn’t possibly see the collar showing under his shirt – could he? Gibbs gave him one of his predatory grins, then reached out, grabbed Tony’s tie, and pulled him towards him. Tony gave a squeak of terror, certain that Gibbs knew about the collar – but then Gibbs flipped him around and thrust him face forwards against the mirror.
“I want you to watch me fucking you,” he said, nuzzling the hair on the back of Tony’s head. Tony breathed a sigh of relief. Gibbs reached around and undid his belt, then his fly. He yanked Tony’s pants and boxers down forcefully, releasing his hardening cock. “Hope you remembered to keep yourself lubed for me,” Gibbs purred in his ear.
“I did, Boss!”
Tony placed his hands on the mirror to brace himself, and then he watched their reflections as Gibbs undid his own fly. A second later, he felt that monster cock being pushed into his hole, and he gave a little panting gasp. He was getting used to taking it into his body, but even so, it still made his eyes water a little as it went in.
He could see the look of pleasure and concentration on Gibbs’s face reflected in the mirror as he sheathed himself completely in Tony’s body. Tony was even more fascinated by his own reflection. He was moaning softly, looking more wanton and sexual than he was used to seeing himself. This must be how Gibbs saw him, and his cock swelled in appreciation at that thought.
He watched as Gibbs began fucking him with slow, even thrusts that hit his prostate every single time. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to all the fireworks that went off in his nerve-endings when Gibbs fucked him like this. Gibbs always seemed to know how to angle his big cock in order to set off the sparks in Tony’s body. Tony desperately wanted to take his own leaking cock in his hand, but he knew that was forbidden.
“Please, Boss!” he begged, and then he nearly laughed out loud as he saw himself in the mirror, pleading so pathetically. Christ, he looked an idiot! No wonder Gibbs found him so amusing half the time. His face was flushed, there were little beads of swear forming along his hairline, and he was licking his lips eagerly as Gibbs picked up his pace. “Please…please…please…” Tony whimpered frantically.
Gibbs looked straight at him in the mirror. “Yeah, Tony? You want something?”
“You gotta let me…please touch me!” Tony begged. “Please, please touch me! Bring me off, Boss…I’m dying here…Touch me…touch me…touch me…please…”
It was almost comical to watch himself begging, and Gibbs’s reaction in the mirror. Gibbs continued his effortless thrusting, and then, just when Tony thought it was too late, he felt his top’s firm hand wrap around his cock. Tony gave a hoarse shout of pleasure and started bucking eagerly into that hand. Gibbs rode him hard, caressing his cock equally hard at the same time. Tony couldn’t believe how debauched he looked as he writhed in sexual ecstasy under Gibbs’s forceful touch.
Then he was coming – he’d never watched himself come before, and he gazed at himself in fascination. His face was contorting, and his mouth was opening and closing but no sound was coming out. Then it was over. He came in Gibbs’s hand and then slumped forward and rested his head against the cool surface of the mirror. Gibbs pumped into him a few more times, and then he reached his own orgasm, making that low, familiar roar of pleasure.
They stood there, panting together for a minute or two, and then Gibbs withdrew. He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up, then reached down and pulled Tony’s pants and boxers up for him. Tony fastened his fly, his hands shaking in the aftermath of his orgasm. Shit – that had been hot. Gibbs took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped Tony’s come off his hand. Then he glanced around the elevator to make sure that it was clean.
Tony finished zipping himself up and resumed his place at Gibbs’s side, staring up at the numbers above the elevator door. They both looked completely innocent, like nothing had just happened. If it wasn’t for the grin on Gibbs’s face, and the happy glow in Tony’s eyes, there would be no clue at all.
“Oh – just one more thing, Tony.” Gibbs turned to glance at him.
“Hmmm?” Tony was still lost in a post-orgasmic haze.
Gibbs moved so fast that Tony didn’t have a chance to stop him. He swiped Tony’s tie open and undid the top few buttons of his shirt, revealing his collar.
“Y’know, I could have sworn I told you not to wear this.” Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
Tony made a face. “Sorry, Boss. I just, that is, I thought that…oh damnit – I’m busted. I have no excuse. How the hell did you know?” he asked, as he did up his shirt and knotted his tie again. “Did you see it when you were fucking me?”
Gibbs grinned. “Nope – knew the minute I walked into Abby’s lab and saw you wearing that fancy outfit.”
“The collar doesn’t show, Boss – I made sure of that. Look – see.” He half turned and gestured at himself in the mirrored elevator wall.
“Yeah – you’re a smart boy – you can’t see the collar under it,” Gibbs agreed. He snapped his hand back on the emergency button, and the elevator lurched back into life.
“But you’re gonna punish me for disobeying you anyway, aren’t you?” Tony sighed.
Gibbs shot him one of his completely feral grins. “Oh yeah. You bet your ass I am. I’ll see you in interrogation room one at three p.m.”
“Three? That’s hours away!” Tony didn’t like the idea of having to wait that long to find out what his punishment would be.
“I know.” The doors opened, and Gibbs turned to glance at him before he got out. “It’ll give you a nice long time to sit and think about your fate.”
And with that he strode away, chuckling to himself.
Tony made a face after him, but he was grinning to himself as he walked back to his desk. He was being kept well fucked, and he was loving every single second of it. There was something about Gibbs’s sexual dominance that turned him on like crazy, and his own sexual submission came as easy to him as breathing. Surely it shouldn’t be *this* easy?
He sat down at his desk, clicked onto his emails – and froze.
The name leapt out at him: D. Grasso. And the subject line was “Five Weeks”.
“No reply to my last email. Don’t think you can ignore me. I’ll be back in five weeks. You won’t be able to ignore me then.”
Tony glanced over at Gibbs, who was sitting at his desk reading through some paperwork. He could print out the email, take it over there, ask Gibbs to go into the conference room and explain the whole damn thing to his dom – but he wasn’t ready to do that. Christ, what kind of basket case would Gibbs think he’d taken on if he told him about that whole fucked up deal with Grasso? What he had with Gibbs was too new and too good for him to screw it up so soon after it had started.
Tony clicked on the ‘delete’ button. Five weeks – that was a long time. He’d figure out a way to deal with it by then.
Gibbs entered interrogation room one on the dot of three p.m. to find Tony standing there, staring at himself in the mirror, tracing his hand over his shirt collar and peering at it intently.
“You can’t see it,” Gibbs told him, shutting the door behind him and locking it in one smooth move. Tony whirled around to face him, a guilty expression on his face.
“I know. That’s what I told you! I just wanted to find a way to wear it, Boss. So really, you should reward me for my ingenuity, rather than punish me.” Tony gave him his brightest and most winning smile.
Gibbs snorted. “Yeah – because I’ve totally given you the impression that I’m one of those indulgent doms who doesn’t give a damn about his sub obeying him. Oh wait – remind me again – what’s rule number one?”
“Always obey you, Boss,” Tony sighed.
“Yup.” Gibbs walked over to him and held out his hand. “Now give.”
“But it doesn’t *show*!” Tony protested. Gibbs raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Boss,” Tony sighed. He undid his shirt, unbuckled the collar from around his neck, and handed it over to his dom.
“It’s not about the semantics of whether it shows or not,” Gibbs told him. “It’s about obedience.”
He sat down at the interrogation table, his back to the mirror, and gestured with his head that Tony sit opposite him.
“You’re going to interrogate me?” Tony asked, sitting down as ordered.
“Yes.” Gibbs put the collar on the table between them.
“Just because I wanted to wear my collar to the office?”
“Uh…is anyone watching this?” Tony glanced at the camera to make sure the light wasn’t on.
“Don’t be an idiot.” Gibbs rolled his eyes. “The door to the observation room is locked – as is this one.”
Tony’s gaze darted towards the door and then back towards Gibbs.
“So what’s going on?” Gibbs asked. “Seriously, Tony – the one thing you’ve never had a problem with all these years is obedience.”
Tony shrugged. “Just like wearing the collar.”
Gibbs sat back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and gazed at him steadily. Tony gazed back, a hint of defiance in those green eyes. Gibbs grinned.
“Nah. That’s not it.”
Tony flushed. He glanced at the collar sitting between them on the table and then up at Gibbs again.
“I *do* like wearing the collar,” he insisted. “This is new to me, Gibbs, and we’ve only had a couple of days of it – I mean, doing it properly anyway – and you don’t know what it means to me to wear the damn thing. After eight years…then what happened over the weekend. That was big. Intense. I didn’t want it to end.”
“Didn’t end.” Gibbs shrugged. “I told you, what we have is 24/7, and whether you’re wearing the collar or not doesn’t make a damn bit of difference.”
“I know – but what I didn’t know was how it would feel to wear it – how it would make me feel.”
“And how do you feel, Tony?”
Tony looked uncomfortable, but Gibbs figured that his sub had seen enough interrogations to know that he didn’t stand a hope in hell of holding out against Leroy Jethro Gibbs in this room.
“Like I belong,” Tony said quietly.
“You do belong.” Gibbs shrugged. “You belong to me. The collar doesn’t make that so – it is so. Although it looks damn good on you, especially when it’s all you’re wearing.” He gave a leering grin at that thought. Tony flushed even more wildly.
“I know,” he said eventually.
“Yeah. I figured you did. So it isn’t about that – like I said.”
Tony raised an eyebrow. “You seem to have all the answers. You gonna tell me what it IS about then?”
“Yup. Like I said, obedience has never been a problem for you – you’ve always followed any order I’ve ever given you. Sometimes I’ve thought I could tell you to jump off a cliff and you would. So, if you’re going to disobey me then it’s a deliberate act, designed to elicit a deliberate reaction.”
Gibbs sat back and gazed at Tony.
“You think I want you to punish me?” Tony asked uncertainly, chewing on his lip.
Gibbs shook his head. “No – I think you wanted my attention, and you were afraid you weren’t gonna get it now we’re back at work, so you engineered it so that you would. And you and I both know that you don’t give a damn whether the attention is negative or positive. You prefer the positive, but you’ll take the negative over nothing at all.”
“I didn’t know you’d figure out I was wearing the damn collar!” Tony protested. “I didn’t want you to figure it out.”
Gibbs reached out, plucked the collar off the table, and put it in his pocket.
“If I hadn’t, you’d have found a way to make me notice it at some point during the day.” He leaned across the table and grinned at his sub. “It’s been eight years, Tony – and this little dance we’ve been doing all that time wasn’t choreographed by me. You always set the pace and led the way, although I don’t deny that I’ve been a willing participant.”
It was Tony’s turn to sit back in his chair now, a stunned expression on his face. Gibbs could see he knew that he’d been out-manoeuvred, and that he hadn’t expected his dom to see through his antics quite so easily. Why would he? Gibbs had never called him on it before.
“And I was always happy to let you,” Gibbs chuckled. “Only difference is – we’re not dancin’ around it any more. It’s for real now, and the rules have changed. You’re mine now, Tony – and I’ll set the pace and lead the way from now on. So if you need anything, you have to tell me rather than playing around to provoke a reaction. Got that?”
Tony swallowed hard. “Got it,” he said faintly.
“Not that I want to cramp your style.” Gibbs grinned. “You’re always fun when you’re playing, and I have no objection to reeling you back in when you go too far. Like today. So, as long as you understand that the consequences will be a damn sight more painful than a headslap, then go for it.” This time his grin was more of a challenge than anything else.
“And what are the consequences?” Tony asked with a little grimace. “Although I think I know.”
“Yeah. You do.” Gibbs got up. “And for what it’s worth – you *have* my attention, Tony. 24/7 remember? It works both ways.”
The expression in Tony’s eyes took him by surprise, although it shouldn’t have – he knew Tony’s insecurities all too well. He leaned down, put a finger under Tony’s chin, lifted his face, and kissed him gently on the lips. Then he stood back.
“Okay. Let’s deal with this. Get up, Tony.”
Tony got to his feet, a look of nervous anticipation on his face.
“This won’t be like it was on Saturday,” Gibbs warned him. “No warm-ups, no stoking it up to give you the high and make it feel painless – just flat, hard punishment. You get the good stuff when you follow the rules – and the bad stuff when you don’t.”
“Yes, Boss. Where do you want me?”
“Over the table.” Gibbs gestured with his head. “Facing the mirror. You watched yourself being fucked earlier – now you can watch yourself being punished.”
Tony nodded grimly and began bending over.
Gibbs snorted. “For the record, Tony – I only ever punish on bare skin.”
Tony grimaced. He pushed himself upright and fumbled with his belt and fly. Then he shoved his pants and boxers down to his ankles and leaned forward over the table again. His hands went automatically to the sides, and he held on tight.
Gibbs moved in behind him and nudged his legs further apart – more to reinforce his own dominance than because Tony wasn’t correctly positioned. He made sure to press his clothed body against Tony’s naked butt, enjoying the way Tony shivered at the contact.
Then he moved around to the front of the table. He waited until Tony lifted his head to watch him, and then he began slowly – very slowly – unbuttoning one of his shirt sleeves and folding it back to the elbow. Tony watched, transfixed. Gibbs moved onto his other shirt sleeve and did the same. Then he moved his hands to his belt, pleased to see Tony swallowing apprehensively as the implications of that sank in.
Gibbs unbuckled his belt and drew it out from its loops in a fast motion that made a little whooshing sound. Tony swallowed again, but Gibbs didn’t miss the dilation of his pupils; Tony might be scared, but he was also excited.
Gibbs decided that his sub needed to really understand what punishment meant. So he placed the belt on the table, right under Tony’s nose.
“Think about why you’re here, and think about how my belt will feel like on your bare ass,” he instructed. “When you’ve thought about it enough, I’ll come back and give you the punishment you’ve earned.”
Tony looked up in alarm. “You’re leaving me in here? Like this?”
“I’ll lock the door.” Gibbs shrugged. “Don’t break position. And Tony?” Tony glanced up at him. “Use the time wisely,” Gibbs advised.
Then he left the room. He locked the door behind him and went into the observation room next door, locking that too. He was pretty sure that Tony would obey him *this* time, but he had no intention of leaving his sub completely alone in that vulnerable state.
He was the dom, and he took that responsibility very seriously. He was flexing muscles he hadn’t used in a very long time – and he was getting the opportunity to really go for it, rather than having to hold himself back as he’d always done before. It was so rewarding with a sub as exciting and responsive as Tony though.
Tony might not like it right now – but Gibbs was giving him exactly what he needed.
The edge of the interrogation room table was hard, digging into his thighs. Tony eased up a bit and rested his elbows on the table. He was acutely aware of two things: his bare bottom, exposed and ready for punishment, and the implement right in front of his nose that would deliver that punishment.
Gibbs’s belt was so close he could smell the leather, warmed as it was by Gibbs’s recent body heat. It was an old belt – soft and comfortable. It wasn’t sleek, and it didn’t come with a designer label like so many of Tony’s belts. That didn’t make it any less an offensive weapon though. Tony could see dozens of tiny cracks in the leather and could tell by the faded brown colour that this was a well-worn belt. He wondered how long Gibbs had owned it, and if he’d worn it in the Corps. Was it *that* old? Maybe. That made him think of Gibbs in a Marine Corps dress uniform, and his cock hardened appreciatively at the thought.
He pushed it away. He had a feeling that he wouldn’t feel remotely turned on after this punishment. Gibbs had been pretty clear on the difference between punishment and play – and Tony knew that he could expect no mercy after his disobedience today. He clenched his ass tightly in anticipation. This was going to hurt.
He wished he could stand up, but Gibbs had ordered him not to, and he didn’t dare disobey his dom – not considering what had led him to this position in the first place. He wondered if Gibbs was in the observation room next door, watching, and was pretty sure he was. He glanced up at the mirror and managed to squeeze out an insouciant grin for his dom. Gibbs might be in charge, and Tony might be in deep shit, but he was still *Tony* after all.
He shifted, feeling the cool breeze from the air conditioning unit wafting across his bare buttocks. The belt in front of him was such an innocuous little object, sitting there, but soon he knew it would strike a blaze across his ass that would make him welcome that cool breeze.
All this over one small act of disobedience – and yet it meant so much more. Curiously, Tony wasn’t upset to be in this position right now. He was Gibbs’s sub, and he would have been more upset if Gibbs hadn’t taken the time to sweat the small stuff. He might be dreading the punishment that was shortly to come his way, but he was glad Gibbs was enforcing his dominance.
Any dom/sub relationship depended on the willing participation of both partners. They had created a set of rules they both wanted to live by. They didn’t have to – they wanted to – and it might not always be convenient, comfortable, or even nice, but Tony wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Tony lowered his head, resting his cheek sideways on the table, offering himself up to his dom’s will. However hard it was, it felt good inside. It felt right. He was ready. He had disobeyed his dom, and now he was willing to accept the penalty.
The door opened a few seconds later, and he heard it being closed and locked again. Then he saw Gibbs pick up the belt.
He felt Gibbs’s hand on his back, pushing his shirt further up his body, and then he felt the belt resting on his naked bottom.
There was a long pause – so long that it almost took Tony to breaking point. He wanted to yell at Gibbs to get on with it and put him out of his misery. The palms of his hands were sweating and his buttocks were clenching in anticipation.
Then there was a sudden movement, a whooshing noise, and the sound of leather hitting skin with a hard crack. He couldn’t feel anything at first, but then the pain ripped through him in a blaze of heat.
“What’s your safe word?” Gibbs asked.
Tony lifted his head and looked at himself blankly in the mirror ahead.
“Uh…” He tried to collect his thoughts as the after-shock of that first stroke continued to make itself felt. “Um…Magnum,” he said at last. “You’re going to let me use it? Even for this?”
“Yes, Tony. Even for this. I’ve told you before,” Gibbs said firmly. “Not that you’ll get out of being punished – just that we’ll do it differently. Might take longer, but if you can’t get through this in one go, then I want you to use your safe word. Got it?”
“Yes, Boss.” Tony blinked at himself in the mirror. His face was red, and he looked stunned by the pain of that first stroke. “How many are you going to give me, Boss?” he asked, wondering how many he could take, or if he could find a way of pacing himself.
“Oh, I’ll just keep going until I think we’re done,” Gibbs told him unhelpfully. “Or until you say your safe word.”
Tony wasn’t sure if it was better or worse not to know how many he had to take. He rested his face back on the table again with a resigned sigh. The next stroke was just as agonising as the first, and he wanted to put his hand back to rub away the terrible sting. That wasn’t an option though. Gibbs threw down another stroke, making Tony gasp. Then he felt Gibbs’s hand in his hair, pulling his head back.
“Watch,” Gibbs ordered, and Tony did, fascinated by the sight of himself, lying half-naked and prone over the table, with his dom standing behind him. Gibbs looked implacable as he stood there, one hand holding Tony in place while he laid on the strokes with his other hand with perfect precision.
He covered Tony’s ass repeatedly with strong, hard strokes, until Tony was writhing and whimpering. Then, without warning, he moved onto Tony’s thighs, laying on a hard stroke that literally took Tony’s breath away. Tony half stood up, unable to control himself, and then caught sight of himself in the mirror again. His face was red and there was sweat beading his forehead.
Gibbs paused. “Want to say your word, Tony?”
Tony gazed at himself in the mirror, thinking very seriously about the question. This was so hard! He would give anything for the onslaught to stop, but at the same time he knew that it wasn’t more than he could take. Hell, he’d taken far worse in his time, albeit in a different way.
“No, Boss,” he whispered, hanging there anyway, halfway between standing and bending, wanting to prolong the respite for as long as he could.
“Then get back down,” Gibbs ordered. “I’m not done yet.”
Tony fought an internal struggle as he gazed at himself in the mirror. He could see the thoughts buzzing through his mind. He had to force himself back down, because he was the sub, and Gibbs was the dom, and unless he said his safe word this was the only way it could be. He dimly remembered Mulder telling him that it wouldn’t always be easy, and he guessed this was one of those times his fellow sub was talking about. It *wasn’t* easy to accept Gibbs’s punishment, but it was the foundation their relationship was built upon. He liked Gibbs’s dominance over him – it excited him, turned him on, and he craved it. In return, all he had to do was submit.
*All* he had to do – and yet it was so hard. He saw Gibbs watching him struggle with himself, a curious look in his eyes, as if he was unsure which way it would go, and what Tony would do next.
“Tony,” Gibbs said quietly. “You either say your safe word, and we talk about it, or you bend over and take the rest of your punishment. What’s it gonna be?”
Tony took a deep breath, gripped the sides of the table firmly with his hands, lowered his head, rested his cheek on the surface of the table, and closed his eyes. He was willingly giving himself up to Gibbs’s domination because it was what he wanted, however hard it was.
He breathed through the pain as the next few strokes whacked down hard across his upper thighs. He was sobbing quietly into the table, but he wasn’t struggling with himself any more. Gibbs was right – he had wanted his attention, even if it was negative, and he sure as hell had that negative attention right now.
Then, suddenly, the hard strokes stopped. He lay there, watching, as Gibbs looped his belt back into place and fastened it. Then he unfolded his shirt sleeves and buttoned them at the wrists again. Tony felt his breathing coming in loud, laboured gasps as he tried to recover from what had been the hardest spanking Gibbs had ever given him.
He felt his dom’s hands on his boxers and pants, and then they were gently pulled up his legs. He gave a hoarse cry as his boxers made contact with his sore bottom. Gibbs guided him up so that he was standing and fastened his pants for him. Then he looked straight into Tony’s eyes.
“Okay?” he asked softly. Tony couldn’t speak. He just stood there, shell-shocked. Gibbs put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed affectionately. “Not what you wanted, but what you needed – yes?”
Tony’s breathing hitched, and he nodded. “Yes,” he sighed. “How did you know?”
“Eight years.” Gibbs shrugged. “C’mere.”
He pulled Tony close and held his shaking body against his own warm, solid one. Tony thought the punishment was worth it for this moment alone. Gibbs smelled so familiar and so reassuring. Tony rested his cheek on his dom’s shoulder.
“Really hurt,” he muttered.
Gibbs’s hands made soothing patterns on his back. He held Tony until his ragged breathing steadied, nuzzling Tony’s jaw with his lips the entire time. Then, when Tony had calmed down, he eased him away, turned his face towards him, and kissed him gently on the mouth.
Tony felt his body starting to thrum with the now familiar sensation of endorphins flowing through his bloodstream. It might have been a punishment, but he could feel the high starting to kick in all the same.
“There’s always an upside.” Gibbs grinned, looking at him intently when he released him.
“Yeah.” Tony grinned back, stupidly.
“I need to get back to work. You can do my filing.”
Tony sighed. “Okay, Boss,” he agreed reluctantly. He didn’t like filing, but at least it was a standing up job. He didn’t think he’d be sitting easily any time soon. He watched as Gibbs walked towards the door, and then he remembered something. “Boss…”
Gibbs turned, one eyebrow raised questioningly.
“I should have told you this before. Probably thought I could get away with it and that’s why I didn’t.” Tony gave a rueful grin.
“What is it, Tony?”
Tony took a deep breath. “It’s Abby. She knows I’m subbing to someone – although she hasn’t figured out it’s you yet. And…” He made a face. “She knows about the collar. She was hugging me earlier and felt it. I showed it to her. So…you were right about me not wearing the collar under my shirt today. I was the idiot who thought I could get away with it.”
He looked at Gibbs in trepidation.
“You want me to bend over the table again?” he asked, his hands going to his fly.
“No.” Gibbs shook his head, forestalling him.
“But I screwed up…”
“Yeah – but I already punished you for that.” Gibbs gazed at him, a curious expression on his face. “How do you feel about her knowing, Tony?”
“Uh…well, it’s Abby, so…I don’t mind…but…” he hesitated.
“Go on,” Gibbs prompted. “I noticed last week that you let McGee and Ziva think your new relationship was with a woman.”
“Yeah. It’s not that I’m ashamed of you – or us – or anything, Boss – wouldn’t have worn the collar today if I was. It’s just that…I suppose I’d like a little more time before we come out to everyone. It’s still so new. I want time to get used to it before I have to start explaining it to anyone else.”
Gibbs nodded. “I feel the same way.”
“You do?” Tony felt a wave of relief.
“Yeah. So, we keep it between ourselves for now. Yes?”
“Yes.” Tony nodded.
Tony looked up at his dom.
“I’m not ashamed of you, or us, either. Feels like the best thing I’ve done in eighteen years. I just want the privacy to enjoy it without any additional pressures.”
Tony smiled, understanding the reference to eighteen years immediately. He was tired, wrung out, and his ass hurt like crazy, but none of those things mattered right now.
Gibbs strode over to the door and unlocked it. “With me, DiNozzo. We have work to do.”
“On your six, Boss!” Tony said happily, following on behind.
There was something soothing about having Tony doing his filing for the rest of the afternoon. Maybe it was because Tony was uncharacteristically silent and serene while he worked – causing Ziva and McGee to exchange startled glances across the room. Gibbs ignored them. He assumed they thought he was making Tony do the filing as a punishment for some misdemeanour – if only they knew that the punishment was over and had been a much more intimate and painful affair. Gibbs was being merciful in giving Tony the filing – it would be excruciating for Tony to sit at his desk all afternoon after such a hard spanking.
When he had cause to pass by where Tony was working, Gibbs paused and spoke to him, making sure to touch his shoulder or arm every time. A sub like Tony needed reassurance after being punished, and Gibbs knew from experience how well Tony responded to even the smallest of affectionate gestures.
After work, he drove over to Tony’s apartment to find the front door ajar, and his sub already there. Tony was standing beside the bed which was covered to groaning point with suits, shirts, sweaters and other items of clothing. Tony turned when Gibbs walked into the room and pointed at the bed in despair.
“Not sure what to bring, Boss. I can’t bring it all – there’s no way you have room for all this stuff at your place.”
“Christ, Tony, how many suits does one guy need?”
Tony grinned at him. “More than three, Boss – which is all I’ve seen hanging in your closet.”
“Weddings, funerals, and court,” Gibbs grunted. “No need for more than three.”
Tony looked at him as if he’d just said something sacrilegious. “I can see I’m gonna have to take you out shopping, Boss.”
“Over my dead body,” Gibbs growled. “Shopping for clothes comes in at around number 197 on my list of fun things to do – just above getting married.”
Tony looked intrigued. “You have a list of fun things to do?”
Gibbs grinned; his boy was irrepressible – which was just the way he liked him. Being around Tony had been top of his list of fun things for years – Tony could make anything fun.
“If you hurry this along, then we might have time to do a couple of the top items on the list before we hit the sack,” Gibbs said, glancing at the massive mound of clothes on the bed.
“Really? Then consider me incentivised!” Tony gave him a lascivious wink and began picking up various items, folding them neatly and putting them in a packing case.
“You don’t need both of those.” Gibbs pointed at the two suits Tony was busy packing. They were both navy blue, and they both looked identical to Gibbs.
Tony gazed up at him, aghast. “You can’t make me choose between the Armani and the Versace, Boss. That would be cruel.”
Gibbs raised an eyebrow. Tony sighed.
“Yes, Boss,” he said mournfully, discarding one of the suits.
Gibbs suspected it was a good thing he was here, or the whole operation would have taken five times as long and resulted in Tony bringing five times as much. As it was, Gibbs sorted through all the clothes on the bed, discarded anything that looked like duplicates of anything else, dumped the resulting items into one of the open packing cases lying on the floor, and zipped it up. Then he moved on to the next case.
“Don’t believe in folding stuff, huh, Boss?” Tony said, wincing as Gibbs crushed one of his suits into the case.
“It’s a fifteen minute journey, DiNozzo. And I have an iron. You’re coming to live at my place, not Outer Mongolia. If you want anything else, you can always swing by and pick it up another time.” He finished packing and turned to see Tony carefully folding various items of underwear.
“Leave those,” he ordered. Tony glanced up at him with a questioning look. “You’re gonna be naked most of the time when we’re alone, and shorts under your work clothes will just slow me down when I wanna get my hands on your ass.” Gibbs shrugged. “So you won’t be wearing any from now on.”
Tony paused in folding the garments, his mouth slightly agape at this news. “You don’t want me to wear underwear?” he queried breathlessly. “Ever?”
“Yup. I’ll enjoy looking at you in the office and knowing you’re naked under those fancy-assed suits of yours. And the fewer layers between me and your ass the better when I want to fuck you.”
Tony continued staring at him. Then he threw the underwear back in a nearby drawer, stood up, and grabbed a case.
“We’re done,” he said. “Let’s get moving.”
“Something I said?” Gibbs raised an amused eyebrow.
“Hell, Boss, you can’t just stand there and talk about fucking me and not expect me to get turned on.” Tony nodded his head in the direction of the very promising bulge in his pants.
Gibbs chuckled as he picked up a couple of the cases. Tony reached for a box full of DVDs and then charged towards the front door, with barely a glance back as he left his apartment.
“You still okay with this?” Gibbs asked, as they loaded the stuff into the car. “It’s a big change, Tony.”
Tony shrugged. “Like you said – the apartment’s still here, and a 24/7 arrangement doesn’t work so well if we’re not sleeping in the same room at night. I’m cool with it. Doesn’t feel like it did when Jeanne wanted me to look at cottages with roses around the door or any of that shit. Feels…” He paused, frowning.
“More real somehow. Less about the big, scary words like ‘commitment’ and, you know, ‘marriage’. I’m with you on that one, Boss – that’s pretty low down on my list of fun things to do too.”
“But it is a commitment,” Gibbs pointed out. “I’m not a short-term kind of guy, Tony. No pressure – like I said, we’ll take it one day at a time and see how it pans out – but you gotta know what my expectations are, and that I take it seriously.”
“I know.” Tony nodded. “And I take it seriously too, Boss. I have no idea why it doesn’t scare me like it always did before – maybe because it was always wrong before but this feels right. Or maybe because all the hot sex has fried my brain. I dunno.” He grinned at Gibbs. “Talking of which – c’mon, let’s go back to your place, so we can do some more of that.”
Tony lugged a couple of heavy cases up the stairs, following on behind his dom. He was surprised when Gibbs turned left, instead of right, at the top of the stairs.
“Where we going, Boss?”
Tony’s heart flipped. “You’re not going to make me…”
Gibbs turned to him with a sigh. “No, you’re not sleeping in there, Tony. It’s where we’re going to dump all your stuff. It’s clearly not all gonna fit in my closet, so you can use the closet and drawer space in the spare room. Makes sense.”
Tony liked the sound of this arrangement. Gibbs didn’t have a lot of clothes but even so, Tony had already pretty much filled up the closet in the main bedroom with the first set of clothes he’d brought over.
Gibbs opened the closet in the spare room to reveal a completely empty rail which would provide plenty of space for all his stuff. At the bottom of the closet was a large wooden chest. Tony crouched down to look at it, intrigued.
“What’s in here?” He fingered the carved lid. It was an elegant piece of work, beautifully done.
“You’ll find out later,” Gibbs said. “Now get this stuff unpacked. You’ve got half an hour.”
“And then what?” Tony glanced up at him, still crouching by the wooden chest.
“You’ll find out in half an hour,” Gibbs said, deadpan. He walked over to the door, paused, and looked back. “Oh – and Tony? Don’t try and open the chest.”
“I wasn’t going…” Tony began. Gibbs raised an eyebrow. “No, Boss,” Tony said, flushing, because that was exactly what he’d been going to do. Not now though. His ass was still sore from earlier, and there was no way he was risking another punishment tonight.
He hurried to get all his stuff stashed away and was just about finished when Gibbs returned half an hour later – carrying two cups.
“You brought me coffee?” Tony reached out a hand to take one of the cups.
“Nope.” Gibbs batted his hand away and put the cups down on top of the dresser. “I brought *me* coffee.”
“And you brought me…ice cubes?” Tony glanced into the other cup.
Gibbs grinned. “I did, Tony, yes. Now strip.”
Tony didn’t hesitate – his hands went automatically to his tie, and he began undressing. Gibbs sat down on the side of the bed and took a sip of his coffee, watching as Tony took off his clothes. When he was naked, Gibbs beckoned him over to stand between his open legs. Tony’s cock immediately showed some interest, but Gibbs ignored it as it rose to half mast.
Gibbs looked over his sub’s body with that intent look he always got when examining a dead body at crime scenes – which wasn’t such a good thought so Tony pushed it away. Then Gibbs made a twirling motion with his finger, and Tony turned around so that his ass was facing his dom.
He felt Gibbs’s fingers stroke it lightly – and he tensed. The skin felt incredibly tender from its recent encounter with Gibbs’s belt.
“Still feels hot,” Gibbs commented. “But I know a good way to cool it down.”
Tony had a suspicion that he was soon going to find out exactly why Gibbs had brought those ice cubes with him.
“Go over to the chest,” Gibbs ordered. Tony did as he was told, and Gibbs opened the nightstand drawer and tossed Tony the small key that was in there. Tony caught it expertly and then gave his top a questioning look. “You can open it now,” Gibbs said, taking another sip of his coffee.
Tony crouched down, unlocked the box with the key, and then opened the heavy wooden lid. Inside, in neatly ordered piles, were all the sex toys Gibbs had bought at that shop.
“These are your responsibility now, Tony,” Gibbs told him. “You make sure they’re washed properly after use and put back in there. If I go looking for something, and it’s not there, then that goes up on the chalkboard. Got it?”
“Got it, Boss.” Tony gazed down on the toys with appreciation.
“Choose one,” Gibbs said. “And I’ll use it on you tonight. Just one – I’ll choose the other things I want to play with.”
Tony sorted through the contents of the box eagerly. He considered the adjustable nipple clamps. He knew they hurt, but he also liked the kind of pain they produced – and he especially liked what Gibbs did with that pain, and how he stoked it up. He fondled a set of anal beads – they looked interesting, and he’d never experienced them before. He rejected the paddles, straps, floggers, whips, and (shudder) the canes. His ass was in no state to handle any more punishment this evening. He paused on various items of bondage, including a leg spreader and the cock gag, before moving on to the variety of butt plugs, dildos, and vibrators that were nestled at the bottom of the chest.
He decided to go for something simple for tonight – and handed Gibbs the vibrator. Gibbs took it without comment and put it on the nightstand. Tony sat back on his haunches and ran his hand over the wooden chest.
“Nice – bet the store you bought it from had no idea you’d be using it for this kinda stuff,” he joked.
“Didn’t buy it from a store,” Gibbs told him. “Made it.”
Tony looked up in surprise.
“I don’t just make boats, Tony.”
“Yeah – the St Andrew’s Cross and the spanking bench kinda clued me in to that. When did you make it?”
Gibbs gave him an inscrutable look, as if he knew where this conversation was heading, which was weird because Tony sure as hell didn’t.
“A few years back.”
Realisation kicked in, belatedly.
“For Stan? For the toys you used on him?” Tony felt an irrational surge of anger. He stood up, his jaw tightening. “Christ, Gibbs! Did you use any of this stuff on him?” He picked up the vibrator on the night stand. “This? ‘Cause if you used this on him, then I don’t fucking want you using it on me.” He threw the vibrator on the bed.
Gibbs gazed at him impassively. “I cleared it out the night I brought you back from Murray’s Bar,” he said. “Threw the whole lot out. I’d never use anything on you that I’d used on anyone else, Tony.”
“What about that whip you used on me that night at Murray’s?” Tony asked, heatedly.
“Never used until that night.” Gibbs shrugged. “Still in its wrapper. It’s the only thing I kept from my time with Stan.”
“Oh. Right. Okay then.” Tony bit on his lip.
“Feel like an idiot now?” Gibbs asked him, one eyebrow quirked upwards.
“Oh hell, Gibbs, I pretty much always feel like an idiot,” Tony sighed. “It’s Stan. I know he’s a nice guy, and I know you had a thing with him before you even met me and there’s nothing wrong with that but…”
“But?” Gibbs leaned back on the bed.
“But I still feel like he’s competition. He’s the golden boy, the perfect sub who got everything right.”
“And if he came back tomorrow then you’d dump me and take him back,” Tony admitted.
Gibbs didn’t reply. He just remained there, sitting on the bed, leaning back, watching his sub.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” Tony asked.
“Nope.” Gibbs shook his head. “I already told you how it was with me and Stan. I never moved him in, or gave him a collar, or asked him to be my 24/7 sub. You know all that. No point me saying it again. You just have to learn to believe it – and I figure that’ll take time. Nothing I say will speed it up.”
Tony felt more of an idiot than ever now. “Sorry,” he muttered.
Gibbs shrugged. “You’ll get there, Tony. One day. Now come here.”
He got up off the bed, reached into his pocket, and drew out Tony’s collar. Tony’s eyes lit up.
“You can wear this when we’re alone together – but you don’t wear it to work again unless I give my express permission. Understand?”
Gibbs fastened the collar around his neck. It felt like an old friend; warm and snug, back where it belonged.
“And like I said – the toy box is your responsibility now, DiNozzo – so I figure you should keep the key.” Gibbs held up the small metal key. Tony reached for it, but Gibbs palmed it. “You can’t wear the collar to work – but I don’t see any reason why you can’t wear this key.”
He pulled a long, narrow strip of black leather from his pocket, threaded the key through it, and tied a knot at the end. Then he slipped the looped leather necklace over Tony’s head. It hung down low – it wouldn’t even be visible under an open-neck shirt.
“Yes?” Gibbs was looking at him intently. “Will that be enough to remind you who you belong to when you’re at work?”
“Yes, Boss. Thank you, Boss,” Tony told him, fingering the key. It was perfect. The cool metal of the key, nestled amongst his chest hair, would provide a little kick when he was at work. Not as much of a kick as wearing Gibbs’s collar, but it’d do.
Gibbs grabbed his chin and kissed him, and Tony wrapped his arms around his dom and kissed him back, relishing the feel of Gibbs’s clothed body against his own naked skin. Gibbs’s kisses were usually pretty forceful and this one was no exception. He kissed Tony until he was breathless and then drew away.
“Go stand in front of the mirror – under the hook,” he ordered. There was a free-standing mirror in the corner of the room and a hook fixed into the ceiling in front of it. Tony did as he was told, shivering in anticipation, wondering what was coming next.
He gazed at himself in the mirror. The black collar was fastened firmly around his throat and the leather thong with the key on the end hung much lower. He liked how they both looked on him. He heard Gibbs sorting through the toy box, and then his dom came over and threw a couple of wrist cuffs at him.
“Put them on.”
Tony did as he was told and then looked at his reflection again. Collared and cuffed, he looked every inch the sub now. His cock clearly liked the look, as it was now hard and sticking out hopefully in front of him.
While he buckled on the cuffs, Gibbs crouched down and fastened a leg spreader between his ankles, forcing his legs wide apart.
Gibbs stood up, fastened Tony’s wrist cuffs together, ran a chain through them, and connected it to the hook in the ceiling. Then he pulled on it so that Tony’s arms were suspended high above his head. Now Tony could see himself in total bondage, completely at his dom’s mercy. His arms were bound and his body was helpless – and exposed to whatever Gibbs wanted to do to it. Gibbs seemed to sense his thoughts because he gave one of those feral grins.
“Gonna make you watch,” he growled. “Just like in the elevator and the interrogation room. I want you to see your own submission, Tony.” He took hold of Tony’s chin and made him look straight at the mirror. “What are you?”
“Your sub, Boss,” Tony replied, gazing at himself. He was bound tight, his legs spread wide, making him acutely aware of how open and vulnerable his hole was. “Yours.”
“Damn right you are. And what can I do to you?”
“Whatever you want, Boss,” Tony replied, his cock swelling and aching. He could feel himself sinking down into sub space, and it felt warm and welcoming, like diving beneath a blanket on a cold night.
“Good. Watch me own you, Tony. Watch every single whimper and scream.”
He moved away, but Tony didn’t see where he was going – he was too intent on looking at himself, trussed up, ready and waiting.
Gibbs moved into his line of vision again, holding a cup. He scooped up a handful of ice cubes and warmed them in his hand, rubbing the hard edges off them. Tony braced himself.
Next thing he knew those cold cubes were being pressed against his hot ass cheeks – and it felt so good. He gave a happy sigh and relaxed in his bonds.
“You like this?” Gibbs asked as he rubbed the icy cubes against Tony’s sore skin.
“How about this?” Gibbs slid one of the ice cubes between Tony’s buttocks, and Tony gave a strangled yelp as he felt it press against his hole.
“I dunno…feels cold there,” Tony whimpered.
He watched the expressions on his own face as Gibbs played with the cube, holding it against his hole, teasing him with it – and then, without warning, Gibbs pushed it into his body. Tony saw himself contort, his face scrunching up and his arms flexing pointlessly in their bonds as the freezing intruder entered his body.
Gibbs kissed the back of his neck. “Want to say your word?”
“No, Boss.” Tony shook his head. He could feel the ice cube, lodged inside his hole, and knew that he was powerless to remove it – and that turned him on.
Gibbs ran another cube over Tony’s burning ass cheeks, soothing them, and then, as before, he slid it into Tony’s hole. Tony hung there, whimpering. Another one followed, and then another, until the ice cold was freezing him from the inside out.
“Let’s keep ‘em there,” Gibbs told him, in a voice of pure evil. Tony watched in a state of nervous apprehension as Gibbs picked up a small butt plug from the bed, covered it in lube, and then pushed it into his hole, forcing the ice cubes deeper into his body.
“No…please…” Tony begged, but Gibbs didn’t listen to begging. Never had, never would.
Now Tony was acutely aware of the juxtaposition of his own burning ass cheeks and the freezing cold cubes melting inside him, held in place by the butt plug. He could feel ice water seeping out of his buttocks and dripping down his thighs.
“You wanted me to use this?” Gibbs held up the vibrator. Tony nodded eagerly; that looked much less threatening. Gibbs grinned and thrust the vibrator into the cup of ice cubes. Tony could tell by the clinking sound that there were still several in there, and he groaned. “While we wait for that to cool down, I know something else we can do,” Gibbs told him, with an evil grin.
He picked up an ice cube, put it in his mouth, and swirled it around. Tony watched the bulge in his dom’s cheek, fascinated, wondering what he was going to do next. He soon found out. Gibbs suddenly leaned down, grasped Tony’s hips firmly in his hands, and swallowed his cock whole in his mouth – with the ice cube still in it.
Tony shrieked as all that coldness made contact with his hard cock. Then he screamed as Gibbs worked his cock against the cube he was holding in his mouth. Half Tony’s cock was pressed against the ice, while the other half was being warmed by Gibbs’s mouth; the sensation was indescribable.
Gibbs sucked him for awhile, and then he stood back and spat out what was left of the cube into his hand. He ran the cube along Tony’s cock, making Tony whimper. Just when he thought he was getting used to it, and he could handle it, Gibbs took a step back, gave another of those truly evil grins, and took a gulp of his coffee. He swirled it around in his mouth and then swallowed it. Tony gazed at him, horrified, realising what he was going to do.
“No…no…noooooooo!” he yelled, as Gibbs dipped his head and swallowed his cock whole a second time. The sensation of the warm interior of Gibbs’s mouth against his cold cock made Tony scream in earnest. It felt so intense – and he ached with the desire to come.
Gibbs sucked him for a little while, warming Tony’s freezing flesh in his mouth, and then he moved back.
“How ya doing, DiNozzo?” He grinned at his sub.
“I…I…” Tony just hung from his bonds, speechless. “You…you’re…”
“You’re welcome.” Gibbs patted his cheek affectionately. “Now…this should be nice and cold.”
He removed the vibrator from where it was nestled among the ice cubes and turned it on. Then he held the cold, buzzing device against one of Tony’s nipples, making him squeal and try to twist away from it.
“Stop that.” Gibbs slapped his ass reprovingly. “Who do you belong to, Tony?”
“Then take what I hand out.”
Tony forced himself to stay in position as Gibbs moved that freezing cold vibrator over his nipples, making them stand up in hard points. Then Gibbs stuck the vibrator back into the cup of ice cubes.
“Want to cool it down again. Have something else planned for it,” Gibbs told him. “But while we wait…”
He scooped another one of the ice cubes from the cup and placed it on one of Tony’s nipples. He held it in there – and, at the same time, leaned in and took Tony’s other nipple into his mouth. It was a special kind of torture; Tony held as still as he could while Gibbs alternated the ice cubes and his own warm mouth on Tony’s nipples. He waited until the ice had thoroughly frozen one nipple before switching around and warming it up while simultaneously cooling the other.
Tony was deeply into his sub space now, and he’d been played with in this excruciatingly arousing way for so long that he was starting to zone out.
Gibbs toyed with him until Tony’s arms were tired and aching from having been bound above his head for so long, and he slumped against his bonds wearily. The ice cubes inside his body were now melting in earnest, cold water flowing freely out of his hole and down his thighs.
Tony gazed at himself blearily in the mirror, watching Gibbs’s head as it moved against his chest. Oh God…he couldn’t hang on…he needed to come, and he needed to move his aching arms, and he needed…he wasn’t sure what he needed. He just knew that he loved being the object of Gibbs’s totally focussed attention.
Gibbs finished tormenting his nipples and stepped back. He ran the back of his hand gently over Tony’s cheek and leaned in for a kiss. Tony opened up eagerly, moaning as Gibbs kissed him.
Gibbs pulled back, went around behind him, and removed the butt plug. He eased what was left of the ice cubes out of Tony’s hole, and Tony breathed a sigh of relief.
Gibbs put a strong arm around his body and held him up while he released his wrists from the hook in the ceiling. Tony slumped down onto his dom with a sigh, grateful to be allowed out from at least part of his bondage.
Gibbs helped him onto the bed, placing him on his front on a pile of pillows that forced his ass high into the air. His legs were still held wide open by the spreader bar – exposing his hole.
He felt the mattress give behind him, and then the sensation of Gibbs’s warm breath on his buttocks, and he gave a sigh of pleasure as Gibbs dipped his tongue into his hole. It felt hot after the ice cubes, and he loosened up as Gibbs rimmed him expertly. He longed to come, but he knew that wasn’t an option until Gibbs chose to sink his hard cock into him.
The rimming was fantastic, the warmth so welcome after the intensity of the cold, and Tony felt himself thawing out. He relaxed against the mattress, feeling hazy and happy.
Gibbs finished rimming him, and Tony watched his dom go over to the nightstand and remove the vibrator from the ice cubes. Gibbs held it up with a grin and returned to the bed with it.
“No, Boss…no, no, no,” Tony whimpered, but Gibbs took no notice. He lubed the vibrator and then inserted the tip into Tony’s hole. “NO!” Tony shrieked. It was so cold after the soothing warmth of Gibbs’s expert tongue. Gibbs worked the vibrator deep inside Tony’s body, chilling him all over again, and then he turned it on to full speed and began fucking Tony with it, slowly. It purred and buzzed in Tony’s body, freezing him and making him tingle with pleasure at the same time. Gibbs pushed it back and forth relentlessly, until Tony was moaning incoherently.
Just when Tony thought he couldn’t take any more, Gibbs removed the cold, hard vibrator and replaced it with something so beautifully familiar and welcome that Tony could have cried.
Gibbs entered his pulsing cock into Tony’s frozen hole with one powerful thrust. It was warm and powerful where the vibrator had been freezing and mechanical. It heated Tony’s icy flesh from the inside out, and he screamed his pleasure uncontrollably as his body slowly, achingly, began to warm up.
Gibbs fucked him hard, his hands heavy on Tony’s hips, and now he was hitting Tony’s prostate with each inward thrust. Tony pushed his own hard cock into the pillows, allowing the friction to work its magic, and before long he was coming in one long pulse after another, white lights exploding in his head.
He was dimly aware of Gibbs still riding him, and then he felt a surge of warmth as Gibbs shot his load deep into his body. Gibbs moved down on top of him, his warm cock still lodged inside him, and rested there for a moment, kissing the back of Tony’s neck, just above his collar.
Then he withdrew, and Tony whimpered at the loss of all that warmth. He felt hands on his ankles, unfastening the spreader bar, and then, at last, he was released. He moved his legs experimentally, relieving the minor cramps that had set in, and then turned over to look at his dom. Gibbs sat down beside him on the bed and stroked his hair back from his head.
“Good?” he asked.
“Evil,” Tony replied. “And good,” he added, with a tired grin. Gibbs laughed out loud and pressed a kiss to Tony’s temple.
“Glad to hear it. Clean up and put the toys away. I’m gonna go order takeout. There’s no way I’m going to bed on an empty stomach. Come down when you’re done.”
Tony had forgotten they hadn’t eaten. Gibbs left the room, and Tony remained on the bed, gazing dreamily at the ceiling. He couldn’t believe how good that had been. He re-lived the whole thing in his head, savouring it – and wondered whether he could persuade Gibbs to do it all over again tomorrow night.
He finally forced himself up and began tidying the room. He wiped down the cuffs and leg spreader and replaced them in the wooden chest in the closet, and then he took the vibrator along to the bathroom and washed it thoroughly. He cleaned himself up too while he was at it, relishing the soothing warmth of warm water after so much coldness.
He returned the vibrator to the wooden chest and then stripped off the pillow cases and threw them into the laundry hamper. He tidied away the lube into the toy box too and closed the lid. He felt a little surge of pleasure as he removed the leather thong from around his neck and locked the toy box with the key.
He replaced the thong around his neck so that the key was nestled against his chest again, and then he wearily turned out the light and left the spare room. He walked down the stairs – still naked – and found Gibbs sitting on the couch in the living room. His dom was watching the news on TV with boxes of Chinese takeout on the coffee table in front of him.
Gibbs glanced up and patted the seat next to him on the couch, and Tony sat down with a weary sigh. He was hungry, but he honestly felt too tired to eat. Gibbs seemed to sense that. He twisted his fork in the noodles and then held it out to Tony. Tony ate without protest. The noodles felt so warm going down – he hadn’t even realised that he was hungry.
He sat there and let Gibbs feed him for the next ten minutes, too wrung out to feed himself. When Gibbs was done feeding them both, he sat back on the couch, and Tony crawled into his lap without even thinking about it. He zoned out to the happy sensation of his dom’s warm thighs beneath his head, and his gentle fingers combing through his hair.
Walter Skinner sat with one hand wrapped around a beer and the other wrapped around his slave’s shoulders at Murray’s Bar.
“Think they got held up?” Fox asked him, glancing at his watch. Skinner grinned at him.
“Oh yeah,” he said, with a wink. “How long’s it been? Two weeks since I fished Jethro out from under his boat, while you gave Tony that much needed kick up the ass? Two weeks into *our* relationship, I could hardly keep my hands off you.”
“Still can’t.” Fox glanced meaningfully at the hand on his shoulder. Skinner grinned again. He moved his hand and tousled his slave’s hair.
At that moment, there was movement at the top of the stairs, and the two men they had been waiting for appeared.
“Oh my God,” Fox breathed, gazing at them.
“Oh yeah. They *definitely* got held up,” Skinner snorted. He got to his feet and waved. “Over here, Jethro.”
Tony and Gibbs walked down the stairs together, side by side, their steps in perfect sync. Skinner couldn’t help smiling to himself; they walked like a couple who were having lots of great sex. There was something about how their hips almost touched with each stride, the loose set of their shoulders, and that indefinable glow on their faces.
“Wow – you look fantastic,” Fox commented when they got close.
They did. Gibbs was wearing a pair of classy black chinos and a vivid blue shirt that matched the colour of his eyes. Skinner had never known Gibbs to give a damn about his clothes, so he suspected the outfit was all Tony’s doing. Tony looked as well groomed as always, in fashionable blue jeans and a loose green shirt that was open at the neck.
“Thanks – I took his measurements while he slept and went out and bought him the clothes,” Tony told them as they all shook hands.
“Apparently my Sears sales items aren’t good enough for my sub,” Gibbs grunted.
“Hey – if I’m gonna be seen out with you in a place like this, I want people envying me my good taste in tops,” Tony grinned. “And you scrub up pretty well, Boss.”
Gibbs slapped the back of his head without missing a beat, and Tony’s grin widened. Skinner gave a little smile – he knew just how much those head-slaps meant to Tony.
“Actually, I wasn’t talking about the clothes,” Fox said.
“Fox is about as interested in clothes as you are, Jethro.” Skinner sighed. “He wouldn’t have noticed if you’d walked in here stark naked.”
“I might have noticed that.” Fox grinned. “And it makes no difference if I’m interested in clothes or not, seeing as how my master gets to dress me up in whatever the hell he likes.”
Skinner laughed. “Hey – take a seat,” he said, waving his hand at the empty chairs opposite. “What d’you want to drink?”
They placed their orders, and Skinner dispatched Fox to the bar to get the round of drinks. Gibbs sent Tony with him – and Skinner had no doubt that was an intentional move on his part.
“So, how are things going?” he asked Gibbs when they were alone. “Pretty well I’d say looking at the pair of you tonight. You guys even leave the house these past couple of weeks?” He raised an amused eyebrow.
“Still have a job to do, Walter,” Gibbs grunted.
“Yeah – you have two jobs now though. The day job at NCIS, and the other job keeping that sub of yours well fucked. ‘Cause trust me, that’s one well fucked sub.”
Gibbs gave him his death glare, but Skinner ignored it as usual. Leroy Jethro Gibbs didn’t scare him – although he knew that the man scared the rest of the world. That wasn’t such a bad thing. Walter Skinner knew exactly what Gibbs was capable of, and how right people were to be afraid of him. He wondered how Tony was handling a top as intense and frankly terrifying as Gibbs could be on a bad day. Then again, Tony had been handling Gibbs for eight years and had survived thus far. He was probably one of the few people in the world who *could* handle Gibbs.
Gibbs’s death glare turned into a tight little grin as he glanced over at his sub, who was standing at the bar chatting to Fox.
“Yeah,” Gibbs muttered at last. “Christ, Walter – it’s either a famine or a feast. Went a long time with nothing at all and now…” His grin widened, and he looked like the kid he’d been when Skinner first met him. “Now I feel like a teenager again.”
Skinner laughed. “I hope that doesn’t mean you’re gonna start acting like you did back in boot camp all over again,” he said, with a wink. It was Gibbs’s turn to laugh now.
“Wouldn’t dare, Walter. There’s no way I ever want another taste of your belt.”
“So it’s good?” Skinner took a sip of his beer, gazing at Gibbs searchingly.
“Oh yeah. It’s good. *He’s* good,” Gibbs replied. “I always knew there was something there – some kind of attraction, chemistry, whatever the hell you wanna call it. But I had no idea we’d be this compatible.”
“I did,” Walter shrugged. Gibbs raised an eyebrow. “What? It was obvious, just looking at the pair of you, pining away for each other like damn idiots,” Skinner grinned. “Anyone could see that when you two finally got together the result was gonna be pretty explosive.”
“Yeah,” Gibbs chuckled. “Explosive is the right word for it.” He leaned across the table. “But it’s been so damn easy, Walter – once we finally stopped dancing around each other and got down to it. It’s been a pretty smooth ride. Knowing he was a newbie – hell not just to the submission thing but also to men – I thought he’d have more trouble with it.”
“And he hasn’t?”
“Not as far as I can see. He’s taken to it like a duck to water. I never knew Tony DiNozzo would be able to go from womanising frat boy to gay submissive without even blinking, but he has.”
“I think you need to give the boy more credit for knowing what he wants,” Skinner said, glancing over at the bar, where Tony and Fox were deep in their own conversation. He was glad about that. Tony didn’t have any submissive friends on the scene, and Skinner thought he needed some kind of mentor. Fox could be unpredictable and off the wall, but Skinner had no doubt that any advice he gave Tony would be both useful and sincere. “What he’s wanted for a very long time,” Skinner added.
“Was it like this with you and Fox?”
“Hell no! Most of the first year was a struggle if I’m honest,” Skinner admitted. “A fantastic struggle, and one I relished, but there were times when I’d have been tearing my hair out in despair if I had any.” He gave a self-deprecating grin. “But Fox is a very different personality to Tony – and you’re a very different personality to me, Jethro.”
“Just keep waiting for the other shoe to drop,” Gibbs grunted. “Can’t be this easy forever.”
“You find out what it is he’s hiding?” Skinner asked.
Gibbs glanced up sharply. “Nope. Whatever it is he thinks it’s big, but whether it is or not – I have no idea because he never even gets close to letting me in.”
“That what’s bothering you?” Skinner asked.
Gibbs glared at him again, but Skinner knew how Gibbs used that glare to get people to back off when they asked anything too personal. He had no intention of backing off, so he just sat back with a raised eyebrow.
“Something’s bothering you, Jethro – and it isn’t how damn easy or how good it’s been since you claimed that boy.”
He studied Gibbs intently. His friend liked to keep himself all locked up, but Skinner had always been able to see beneath the surface. As a kid, Gibbs had always allowed the heat of his emotions to over-ride all good sense. He’d had to learn how to master his wild streak the hard way. Tony was a different kind of man entirely. He hid things like he’d been hiding them all his life. Maybe he had – Skinner hadn’t got an entirely good handle on the kid yet. But Gibbs had been one of his Marines – Gibbs was *family* – and Skinner knew him inside out.
“He never says his safe word,” Gibbs confided at last.
Skinner frowned. Gibbs looked up, straight at him. His blue eyes were usually steely, the forbidding expression in them designed to keep people out. But right now he had his guard down, and Skinner could see that he was genuinely concerned.
“Maybe you haven’t done anything that’s made him feel like he needs to say it.”
“Maybe.” Gibbs shrugged. “I can read him well. I know when he’s at the edge, and I’ve never given him more than I think he can handle – but…” He shook his head. “I think he’d take it if I did. I think I could shove him right off the edge and put him in freefall, and he’d take it without saying that word. Question is – why?”
“Because he doesn’t want a safe word?” Skinner suggested. “He wants to surrender to you, Jethro. He doesn’t want to know that he has any control over what you do to him. He wants the thrill. Hell, that’s not unusual. Lot of subs feel that way.”
“I guess,” Gibbs conceded, but his shoulders were hunched.
“You think it’s more than that?”
“I don’t know – because I can’t get under the surface. I get close sometimes, but then he slips away from me. That’s Tony – he’s always been kind of slippery.”
Skinner grunted. Gibbs was a direct kind of guy. He might be intensely private, and solitary to the point of paranoia, but he wasn’t a complicated man. His sub was though – Skinner had no doubt about that. Tony was all kinds of complicated.
“You can’t trust him then?”
Gibbs gave him a dour kind of look. “Hell yeah – I can trust him, Walter. I can trust him not to cheat on me, I can trust him to be a willing, obedient sub, and I can trust him to have my six in any given life or death situation. But can I trust him not to let me hurt him? No – I don’t think I can.”
“Because he *wants* to be hurt,” Skinner said softly.
“Yeah. Or at least he wants something I won’t give him. Something dark. Right now, we’re in the honeymoon period – but there’s a side of him that hasn’t gone away. It’s just in cold storage right now while I keep him distracted with other stuff.”
“Then you wait.” Skinner sat back in his chair. “You wait, Jethro. You wait for him to trust you enough to tell you what’s going on. That’s all you can do.”
“No – it isn’t.” Gibbs gazed at him intently.
“What d’you mean?”
“I have a dossier on him – haven’t opened it,” Gibbs said quickly as Skinner reacted to that statement. “Had it for a few years, and I’ve never been tempted to open it. I didn’t ask for it – I just came by it. I know there are some answers in there, but…”
“But you’re worried you’ll ruin any trust you’ve built up between you if you read it?”
“Yeah. I want him to tell me himself – I don’t want to find out about it from any damn file.”
“Then give him time,” Skinner advised. “It’s only been a few weeks, Jethro. Give him some more time.”
“And what if he lets me put him in a situation of real distress in the meantime, and all because I don’t know what’s going on with him?”
Skinner shook his head. “You’ll just have to watch him closely, Jethro – and trust that famous gut of yours.”
“Yeah. I guess that’s all I can do.”
Gibbs leaned back in his chair. He glanced over towards the bar, and Skinner saw the look of naked vulnerability in his eyes. He doubted anyone else would have seen it but him. Gibbs’s gaze was fixed on his sub – and it told Skinner everything Gibbs would never say.
Skinner wondered if Tony knew. Probably not. Gibbs never liked telling anyone how he felt – Skinner was pretty sure that was why both Jenny and Stan had left him, to say nothing of his three wives.
Skinner suspected that the kid standing over there by the bar had absolutely no idea just how hopelessly in love with him his dom was.
“So – how’s it going?” Fox asked, as they waited for their drinks.
Tony grinned at him. “Oh it’s good. Very good.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Yeah – I can see that. You look like a different person. Being submissive makes you happy, huh?”
Tony considered that for a moment. If anyone else had asked it, he thought it would have made his hackles rise, but this was Fox he was talking to – a man who called his lover “Master”. And a man, also, who was about as independent-spirited as anyone he’d ever met. Nobody would ever call Fox Mulder weak or needy – his need for sexual submission clearly didn’t diminish the strength of his personality.
“Yes, it does,” he replied honestly. “But then again, submitting to Gibbs is easy. I’ve been doing it since I met him. The sex part just makes it fun. I already know how to be his sub – I’ve been that for years in a way.”
“You struggling with any of it?” Fox pulled on that full lower lip of his.
Tony shook his head. “Nope. I’m not saying it’s always easy, but you warned me about that.”
“Which bits aren’t easy?”
Tony sighed. This was typical Fox – always wanting to know the things that Tony didn’t necessarily want to tell him.
“Taking punishment.” Tony winced inwardly as he remembered the spanking he’d received a couple of weeks previously in the interrogation room. Man, that one had hurt. He hadn’t sat comfortably for days. Luckily for him, Gibbs had gone easy on him for a few days afterwards, so he’d had time to recover.
“Really?” Fox continued tugging thoughtfully on his bottom lip. “Wouldn’t have thought punishment would be a problem for you, Tony. Thought it was what you wanted.”
Tony was saved from having to come up with a suitably deflective answer to that question by the sound of his cell phone ringing. He gave Fox an apologetic smile and fished his phone out of his pocket. He glanced at the caller ID – he didn’t know the number, but he would prefer to talk to just about anyone in the world except Fox Mulder right now, so he answered the call.
Tony’s stomach did a flip as he heard the old, familiar voice. The irony wasn’t wasted on him though. Chief Petty Officer Dale Grasso was the one person in the world he wanted to talk to even less than he wanted to talk to Fox Mulder.
“I think you have the wrong number,” he said smoothly. He made a face at Fox and pointed to the phone, rolling his eyes.
“You didn’t answer any of my emails, motherfucker, so I thought I’d call. Took me some time to track down your cell phone number…but it’s worth it to hear your whiny-assed voice again.”
“Well, I can’t help you. You’re speaking to the wrong person.”
“I’ll be back in three weeks, DiNozzo.”
“Sorry I don’t know who that is.”
“You ran out on me. That pissed me off. I liked our little arrangement. I’m comin’ to get you, DiNozzo.”
“I don’t fucking think so,” Tony said, more forcefully than he’d intended. He saw Fox raise an eyebrow and turned away to try and get some privacy.
“I don’t give up so easy. You and me – we have some unfinished business to take care of.”
Tony felt himself grow cold inside. “Yeah, well, good luck finding someone who can help you. You sure as hell need it. *Motherfucker*.”
He snapped the phone shut and turned back with his bright, shiny smile plastered into place.
“Wrong number,” he said cheerfully.
Fox laughed out loud. “Yeah. Right. Sounded more like a wake-up call to me, Tony.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Fox shrugged. “Voice from the past maybe?”
“No. Like I said – wrong number,” Tony replied firmly.
“And does Gibbs know about this wrong number of yours?” Fox’s hazel eyes were glowing intently. He had this really irritating habit of being able to get under Tony’s skin, and he never failed to pick up on all the things that everyone else missed.
Tony changed tack, turning deadly serious. “No – and he doesn’t need to. This is nothing to do with him.”
Fox shrugged. “Sure. Right.” He leaned in. “Gibbs is your *master*, Tony.”
“I don’t call him that…” Tony began.
Fox laughed. “You might not use the word, but that’s what he damn well is, Tony. And if I kept a call like that a secret from Walter, he’d string me up by the balls and whip my ass until I hollered for mercy.”
“You’ve been with Walter for ten years – it’s different,” Tony snapped.
“No – it really isn’t. If this had happened to me on day two of my slavery, then Walter would have reacted the exact same way.”
“I can handle this by myself. It’s my mess – I’ll figure it out. Nothing for you to get involved with,” Tony told him, in a low, urgent tone. “Nothing for you to tell Gibbs about, either – understand?”
Fox gave him a hard stare. “Tony – there’s no question of me telling Gibbs shit. You’re the one who should do that. Give the guy some respect. You’re in his life, and he’s in yours. That means you have to damn well make room for him.”
“Like I said – this is nothing. I can handle it. It’s just a little…” Tony hesitated. “Local difficulty.”
“Were you seeing someone before Gibbs, Tony?” Fox asked. “Is that who that guy is?”
“No.” Tony shook his head. “There was nobody before Gibbs. There has never been any guy except Gibbs. Ever.”
Fox nodded thoughtfully. “I believe you. But then who is that guy – and why is he hassling you?”
Tony wondered how much of the conversation Fox had overhead. “He’s nothing. Seriously.”
Fox sighed. “Look, Tony, I’ve been where you are right now, and it didn’t end well.” His hand went unconsciously to his chest as he said that, and Tony saw him fingering the outline of his scar through the thin fabric of his shirt. “I nearly fucked things up for good between me and Walter because I didn’t trust him. Took me a long time to earn back his trust after that – because he HAD trusted me, poor damn idiot.” Fox glanced over to the table in the corner, where their Walter and Gibbs were engaged in an intense-looking conversation.
“You don’t know Gibbs,” Tony said. “I could tell him about this guy, but if I do, it doesn’t end there. It leads on to a whole lot of other questions – questions I don’t want to answer. And Gibbs isn’t someone who lets things lie. So if I don’t answer them, he’ll find out another way.”
“Right.” Fox nodded. “So this is the tip of the iceberg, huh? If Gibbs knows about this stalker person you’ve somehow acquired, then it opens up a whole can of worms for you, does it?”
“Yes.” Tony nodded. “It does. And it’s not a can I want opened any time soon.” Or ever.
“Interesting.” Fox gazed at him musingly. Then he sighed. “Okay, Tony. You play this your way. Let me just say this: You’re wrong. No matter what it is that you’re hiding, Gibbs *will* find out, one day. If you’re lucky, he’ll hang on in there and stick with you while you both figure it out – but you can bet it won’t be pretty, and you’ll pay for lying to him.”
“And if I’m not lucky?” Tony raised an eyebrow.
“Then Gibbs will throw your sorry ass out onto the street and have nothing to do with you ever again,” Fox said with a shrug. “And I think that’s pretty much your worst nightmare, Tony. Rejection, abandonment – they press all your buttons, don’t they? You’d rather he kicked you like a dog but kept you tied up at his side than that he threw you out. So think about it.”
He leaned forward and patted Tony’s arm. “C’mon – time to take these drinks back to the table. Our masters will be thirsty, and we don’t want to piss them off, do we?”
Gibbs was surprised by how much he enjoyed spending an evening out with his sub. He wasn’t usually a very sociable man. He’d spent the past few years working all hours, and any down time he got to himself he spent on his boat. He occasionally went to a bar for the sole purpose of getting drunk, but he didn’t use it as an opportunity to talk to people. He was used to his own company. Tony was different though. Tony *was* a sociable person, and Gibbs knew they had to strike a balance between evenings spent working on the boat and evenings spent going out with friends. The evenings spent having sex were a given.
Tony could make any social situation go with a swing, and Gibbs enjoyed taking a back seat and watching his sub shine with a series of amusing and frankly implausible stories. Fox was a good match for Tony in the implausible stories stakes, and Gibbs and Walter were soon laughing heartily at tales of spring breaks gone wrong, and alien bounty hunters who turned up in the most unlikely of places. Gibbs was never sure how to take Fox, but when Walter’s unusual sub relaxed he could be almost as much fun as Tony.
They were having such a good time in the bar that Gibbs didn’t hear his cell phone ringing just before midnight. He did feel the vibration though. He reached into his pocket and glanced at the caller display, wondering who was calling him this late on a Saturday evening. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the name: Abby.
He flipped open the phone, his body tensing in anticipation of some kind of trouble. Tony sensed the change in his body language immediately and stopped talking in mid-sentence, turning towards him with a questioning look in his eyes.
“Abs…” Gibbs answered the call, but he didn’t get any further than that as a torrent of words assaulted him. Abby’s voice was high and frightened, and he could only make out every third or fourth word.
“…came back…been here…apartment…Gibbs, oh Gibbs!…shit…oh God, what did I tread in…?” He heard the sound of crunching glass.
“Abby!” he bellowed into the phone. There was a startled silence.
“Sorry, Gibbs. I just…” She sounded close to tears.
“Where are you?”
“At my place, like I said. I just got in…”
“Stay there. We’ll be there in ten,” Gibbs told her firmly. He snapped the phone shut and got to his feet. “We have to go,” he told a startled Walter and Fox, and then he was off, running towards the staircase. He didn’t even have to look around to know that Tony was behind him, matching him stride for stride.
Gibbs ran up the stairs and out into the parking lot without pausing. Tony jumped into the car beside him, and Gibbs drove them towards Abby’s place at a breakneck pace. For once, Tony didn’t comment on his driving – he just clung onto the passenger side of the car. Gibbs hadn’t consumed anything stronger than coke all evening, but he knew he was driving as if he’d downed a dozen whiskies.
“What did Abby say?” Tony asked as Gibbs tore along the highway. “What’s happening? Is she okay, Boss?”
He sounded worried. Gibbs knew that Tony felt the same way about Abby as he did. She meant more to them than any other member of the team, even Ducky. Abby was, quite simply, special, and they both loved her fiercely.
“She’s upset. I couldn’t figure out what was going on, but it didn’t sound good. I don’t think she’s in any harm, but…” Gibbs slammed his foot down even harder on the accelerator, and the rest of that sentence remained hanging between them.
He pulled up outside Abby’s apartment with a screech of brakes, and he and Tony were both out of the car the second he turned off the engine. They ran into the apartment complex and up the two flights of stairs to Abby’s apartment…and then paused. Her apartment door was hanging half off its hinges. Gibbs put up his hand, and he and Tony both drew their guns at the same time.
“Abby – you there?” Gibbs called, pushing open the ruined door cautiously with his foot.
“Gibbs!” A second later a blur of black and red jumped into his arms, and he held Abby close, relieved beyond belief that she was alive and well. He hugged her for a few seconds, glancing at Tony over her bushy black hair, which was free of its normal pigtails.
Tony located the light switch and turned it on – and Gibbs winced. Abby’s apartment had been trashed. Her TV set had been smashed to smithereens and there was glass all over the floor. The sofa was upturned, and the contents of her fridge seemed to have been strewn everywhere.
“Abby – what the hell happened here?” Gibbs asked, holding her at arm’s length so that he could look into her mascara-stained eyes.
“I was so scared, Gibbs,” she whispered. “I just got back – I was at a party, and I’d had a really good time…I met this really nice guy and…anyway…” She pulled herself together as she caught the expression in his eyes. “It was just a normal Saturday night out. I came home – alone,” she said firmly. “And I walked in to find this.” She gestured around the room with her hand. “I was scared that whoever did it was still here! I turned off the light and hid behind the door and called you straight away.”
“Burglary?” Tony asked, looking around the place.
“Tony!” Abby seemed to see him for the first time. She launched herself into his arms, and he held her as tight as Gibbs had, kissing her hair gently as she sobbed into his shoulder.
“Uh, Gibbs thought he might need back up so he brought me along,” Tony said. It sounded lame to Gibbs, but Abby was clearly too distraught to think anything of it.
Gibbs took the opportunity to look around the place himself. His gun still drawn, he kicked open each door cautiously. All the rooms were trashed, but the place was at least empty. He holstered his gun and returned to the living room.
“It’s okay, Abby – there’s nobody here,” he told her softly. “Might have been better if you’d run back out into the street than stayed in here though if you were scared whoever did this might still be here.”
“But you told me to stay here! And I was too scared to move anyway,” she admitted, her entire body shaking. She disengaged herself from Tony and turned back to him. “And I knew you were on your way, Gibbs, and that everything would be okay when you got here.”
Gibbs thought it was lucky they’d been at the bar – if he’d come from his house it would have taken an extra fifteen or so minutes to get here, and he didn’t like to think of Abby crouching behind the door in terror for that length of time.
“Boss!” Tony called from the direction of the bedroom. “I’ve found something.”
Gibbs took hold of Abby’s hand and walked her into the bedroom with him. Her famous coffin bed was standing on a plinth in the centre of the room, same as always, but Gibbs didn’t like the expression on Tony’s face as he looked into the coffin.
“In here, Boss.” Tony gestured with his head at the interior of the coffin.
Gibbs walked over to the coffin, still holding Abby’s hand, and he heard her breathing hitch as she looked inside.
There was a skeleton in the coffin – Gibbs recognised it immediately as the piece of “art” that Abby usually kept hanging from the bookcase in her living room. It had been dressed, ghoulishly, in one of her black tee shirts and a plaid skirt. Its bony legs had been placed inside a pair of Abby’s big, black, leather boots. There was even a spiky collar fastened loosely around its neck.
There was a piece of paper lying on the skeleton’s tee shirt – right above where a real life person’s heart would be. The paper was held in place by the sharp point of a kitchen knife which was embedded in the coffin-shaped mattress. On it was some writing:
Next time, the dead body lying in a coffin will be yours, Abigail Sciuto
Within half an hour, Abby’s apartment was full of people. She clung onto Gibbs’s hand as he walked from room to room, directing his agents to take photos and sweep the room for prints and any kind of evidence. Abby might have been a forensics expert, but she wasn’t a crime scene expert, so she allowed Gibbs, McGee, Ziva and Tony to do their jobs. The one thing she couldn’t do was let go of Gibbs’s hand. Not yet. And he didn’t seem to mind. His fingers were warm and firm wrapped around hers, and she knew he’d let her hold on for as long as she needed.
“DiNozzo!” Gibbs called his second in command over. “You’re in charge of the crime scene. We’re gonna take this first box of evidence back to NCIS and start working on it.” He gestured to the box of evidence sitting on the table, which included the note that had been in the coffin.
“We’re going to NCIS now? In the middle of the night?” Abby asked.
Gibbs turned to glance at her. “Someone has made a death threat against you, Abs. No telling what might have happened if you’d stayed home tonight instead of going to that party. Sooner we start analysing the evidence, sooner we can figure out who is trying to get you.”
She nodded, her eyes big and scared, glad of his solid, reassuring presence beside her.
“It’s okay, Abby,” Gibbs told her gently, squeezing her hand. “Nobody is going to get near you. You know that, don’t you? Me or Tony – or both of us – will be with you at all times.”
“Yes, Gibbs.” She nodded, squeezing his hand in return.
“Good – then let’s get moving.”
He strode towards the door, and she scurried along beside him, still clutching his hand like a frightened child.
“DiNozzo – when you’re done here, call for clean up and get your ass back to NCIS with the rest of the evidence,” Gibbs snapped.
Tony nodded – Abby gave him a scared smile, and he gave her his big, bright Tony grin in return, and then made a thumbs up sign in a clear attempt to reassure her. It worked.
“Oh – Tony – if you find any…uh, stuff, you know, private stuff…just um…well, don’t look at it,” she told him. His grin broadened into something more suggestive.
“What kind of stuff, Abs?”
“DiNozzo,” Gibbs said, in a warning tone. Tony’s smile vanished instantly.
“On it, Boss!”
Abby felt a little better after that exchange.
It was nearly 4 a.m. by the time Tony returned to NCIS with the last of the evidence. He had sent Ziva and McGee home – no point them all staying up. He found Abby in her lab. She looked terrible; her face was even paler than usual, and her mascara had run down her cheeks. Her hair was a sticky mess from where she’d been running her tear-stained fingers through it all evening.
“Hey – how you doing?” He put a gentle hand on her shoulder and squeezed. She smiled at him.
“I’m fine, Tony. But look at you! I didn’t notice earlier, but you’re all dressed up. Sorry if I spoiled your evening.”
“Nah.” Tony shrugged. “It’s fine. Just…you know, out for a few beers with some friends.”
“I think the bossman might have been on a date when I called,” she whispered, glancing furtively at where Gibbs was sitting at her work station behind the glass dividing doors, flicking through some of the evidence in the box they’d brought back earlier.
“What makes you say that?” Tony put his head on one side and surveyed their boss with mock-curiosity.
“Because he’s just as dressed up as you, Tony! And Gibbs never dresses up like that. Whoever she is, she’s got really good taste in clothes too – because there is no way the bossman bought that shirt himself.”
Tony couldn’t help laughing out loud at that. “You could be right, Abs.”
“Dare you to ask him about it,” Abby said, her face brightening.
“You’re on!” he said, a grin creasing his face at the hint of mischief. He figured he could handle the head-slap – or worse – that would come his way if it got her smiling again; and he so desperately wanted her smiling again.
Gibbs glanced up at that moment and saw him through the glass dividing door. He flipped whatever he was looking at back into the box and stepped into the main area of the lab.
“What did you find, DiNozzo?”
“Nothing really, Boss. We swept for prints, like you said, but I’m betting the ones we found will turn out to belong to Abby or her friends.”
Gibbs looked pretty grumpy as he peered into the boxes Tony had brought with him.
“I called for clean up like you said, Boss. So it should be nice and shiny and ready for you when you go home again, Abby.”
Abby gazed at him with those luminous eyes, and he winced. That had been the wrong thing to say. Of course she was scared of going home again after what had just happened!
“Uh – so, Boss…were you on a hot date?” Tony grinned, nodding at Gibbs’s blue shirt. Gibbs turned slowly towards him, one eyebrow raised, his face set in its death glare expression. “Uh…because…usually you don’t dress like that – not that there’s anything wrong with the way you usually dress – y’know, all those Sears sale items are just fine for work – but you don’t usually…” Gibbs’s death glare deepened. Tony trailed off and pointed his finger sideways at Abby. “She made me ask, Boss! It was a dare!”
“Tony!” Abby bashed his arm with her fist, and he winced theatrically. Then her eyes sparkled again as she looked at Gibbs. “*Were* you on a hot date, Bossman?”
“Yes, as you’re so interested, I was,” Gibbs replied, glancing at Tony with a deadpan expression. Tony grinned at him. Gibbs reached out and slapped the back of his head soundly. “And that’s for being unable to resist a dare, DiNozzo.”
“Yes, Boss. Thank you, Boss. Won’t happen again, Boss.”
Tony gave Abby a delighted grin, and they exchanged a surreptitious high five behind Gibbs’s back. Tony was relieved to see that she was starting to look more like the old Abby again.
“Okay – so we need to figure out who would want to make a death threat against you, Abby,” Gibbs said.
“It could be McElroy,” Tony replied, clicking his fingers in the air. “Aren’t you due to start giving evidence against him in court next week, Abby?”
She nodded. “Yes – on Monday.”
“We already know that McElroy’s a bastard, Boss. He’s been up on charges at least half a dozen times before, and he always gets off. Nobody’s been able to pin anything on him, but it’s rumoured he’s intimidated a few jury members – and even a couple of expert witnesses. And Abby’s evidence is particularly incriminating. He could be trying to scare her off testifying.”
“Sounds plausible, but nothing a judge will sign off on without more evidence. Did you come up with any prints on the note or knife?” Gibbs asked Abby.
She shook her head. “Nothing, Gibbs.”
“Okay.” Gibbs looked at them both. “I think we’re done here for tonight. It’s late, and you look wiped, Abby. We’ll figure it out – but for now, we could all use some rest so let’s go home.”
Abby’s eyes were wide and scared as she looked at Gibbs. “Go home…?”
“Not your place, Abs. No way I’m letting you go back there until this is resolved.” Gibbs shook his head firmly. “No – you’re coming home with me. You’ll be staying at my house under close protection detail until we figure out what the hell’s going on here.”
She threw herself at him and hugged him tight. “I was hoping you’d say that, Gibbs! I’m so scared!”
“I know, Abs – but we won’t let anything happen to you,” Gibbs told her, glancing at Tony over her shoulder.
“Okay then, should I go…?” Tony pointed uncertainly at the door. He didn’t want to go back to his own apartment, but he wasn’t sure what Gibbs had in mind. Having Abby stay with them would cramp their style, but Tony didn’t care about that if it kept her safe.
“You’re coming with us, DiNozzo,” Gibbs told him firmly, much to Tony’s relief. He raised an eyebrow at Gibbs who was still being consumed in an Abby bear hug. “I want to keep Abby safe around the clock, and two of us will be better than one while we still don’t know what we’re facing.”
“Where will we all sleep?” Abby asked, finally releasing Gibbs and glancing at Tony. “Just – there are only two bedrooms in your house, Gibbs – well, there *are* three, but one of them hasn’t got a bed in it – just planks of wood and stuff.” She grinned at him.
“We’ll figure something out.” Gibbs shrugged. “You can have the spare room, Abby.”
She gave a happy smile, and Tony’s heart thudded painfully in his chest. He exchanged a glance with Gibbs and knew exactly what his dom was thinking. Abby was special to them – and neither of them wanted to think about what might have happened if she’d been at home this evening when whoever was gunning for her had dropped by.
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