Tony was running around like an idiot. He couldn't believe that in just one week, he was going to be married.

There was so much he needed to do and Jimmy's idea that he needed a bachelor party was not sitting well with him. Not least because he had no idea of who the final guest list would consist of but did know that half of them had been at Toby's bachelor party the night before.

Frankly he would've been happy with just a quiet meal in a nice restaurant along with Toby and both sets of their friends, yet strangely it had been Gibbs who had vetoed that idea.

"Damnit, Tony! You're not like me. This is gonna be your one and only so you will shut up and enjoy it or I'll headslap you into the middle of next week!" he had loudly proclaimed right there in the middle of the bullpen in front of the team, Vance and even SecNav who had been there on an unofficial visit.

He chuckled at the memory of Vance and SecNav's faces at the outburst. Vance had shaken his head and paled visibly as SecNav had made his way over to Tony's desk.

Slapping the younger man on the back, he had, to Tony's astonishment, wholeheartedly agreed with Gibbs' sentiments.

"Listen to Agent Gibbs. If you're gonna do it right, son, you have to have a bachelor party. So you're getting hitched, huh? Tell me about the lucky gal, DiNozzo."

Tony had tried his best to keep up his game face but he could feel the sweat running down his back as he turned to face the powerful man.

"Not a gal, sir."

SecNav laughed.

"My apologies, DiNozzo. Tell me about the lucky lady!"

Tony swallowed.

"Well, sir... See... The thing is..."

He was cut off by Gibbs loud guffaw from across the room.

"Oh, for God's sake, Tony!"

Walking up to the younger man's desk he placed a protective hand on the back of his neck, he turned to SecNav.

"Our Tony here's been fortunate, or unfortunate enough, depending on your point of view, to win the heart of the FBI's very own Tobias Fornell."

SecNav turned to Vance, his face an abject picture of shock.

"Is this some kind of joke, Leon? Did you know about this?"

As he heard the words come out of the older man's mouth, Tony felt the fury and protectiveness swell through him.

"Sir! It's no joke! I happen to love Toby and he loves me. My sexual orientation has absolutely no bearing on my work as an NCIS agent and quite frankly I resent your attitude!"

The entire bullpen went absolutely silent, all eyes fixed on Tony, until the stillness was broken by SecNav laughing so hard that several people thought he was going to burst something.

Turning back to Tony, he clasped a hand on his shoulder as he tried to regain his breathing.

"Oh, son!" he finally managed to get out. "I have no problem with your orientation at all! It's just... Tobias Fornell? Really? I've met that cussed sumbitch! Hearing you say you're marrying that man is somewhat akin to McGee over there tellin' me he's hitchin' up with Gibbs!"

As he finally regained control of himself, he had looked Tony directly in the eye.

"Kid, I wish you nothing but good luck for the future."

Walking away to the elevator with a bemused Vance trailing behind, he threw over his shoulder.

"You're gonna need it!"

Well that had been a week ago, and now Tony was fluttering around the bedroom he and Toby shared trying to decide what to wear.

A resigned sigh came from behind him as a slender hand reached around him and picked up the teal shirt he had abandoned on the bed.

"This one, with the black Armani pants." Emily stated decisively.

Turning around to face his future step daughter, Tony swept her into a hug.

"Thanks, Bean. Don't know what I'd do without you."

Smiling, Emily squeezed him back tightly. She loved when he called her that, he said because she was growing like a bean every day.

Finally dressed, Tony found Toby in the kitchen preparing dinner for himself and Emily. Coming up behind his fiance, he slipped his arms around him.

"I'm still not sure this is a good idea." he pouted.

Toby leaned back into his embrace.

"You shouldn't worry so much, honey! It'll be basically the same crowd as last night and nothing happened to me now did it? You know the guys just wanted an excuse for two parties. Now go. Enjoy yourself. And remember, I'll be here waiting for you when you get back."

Twisting in his arms, Toby leaned up slightly for a soft, slow kiss. Tony groaned.

"Now that's hardly an incentive to leave is it!"

Pushing his young lover away, Toby grinned.

"Go on. Shoo. Emily and I are looking forward to a night on our own for once."

Sticking his tongue out as the older man laughed, Tony picked up his wallet and car keys. Bending down, he kissed Toby once more.

"I'll see you when I get home, baby. Won't be late."

Several hours, one lucrative game of poker and more than a couple of beers later, Tony was stretched out in a booth in a club, laughing himself stupid at one of his frat buddies, a tall, blonde man who also happened to be gay, attempted to slow dance with Gibbs.

When the pair returned to the table, he leaned forward and headslapped his friend. As Gibbs chuckled, Kevin winced.

"Bro? What the fuck?"

Tony hooked a finger at Gibbs.

"Now I may not be an expert at these things, but I'm pretty sure that trying to pick up the groom's father is definately on the list of things NOT to do at a bachelor party!"

Kevin shrugged.

"Can you blame me? There's only 3 other gay guys in this whole club! One's getting married, one's really old and the other's with the really old one! Gotta grab my thrills when I can and you gotta admit, the guy's a fox!"

Tony smirked as he glanced over at his pseudo-father.

"Yeah. I'll admit, he's not bad to look at. I even had a small crush on him once."

Gibbs spat out his mouthful of beer.

"Say what, Tony?" he gulped, his eyes as wide as saucers.

The smirk on Tony's face turned into a wide grin.

"Yup. Lasted all of about 30 seconds. Then I met you!" Tony juddered as he turned back to Kevin.

"Trust me, dude. You're seeing him at his most mellow right now. Wait until the morning of the wedding when he hasn't had a coffee for a half and hour... You'll see!"

Gibbs' hand reached out and connected with the back of Tony's head.

"That better be a joke about the lack of coffee, son!"

At that moment they were joined at the table by Ducky and Gerald. The younger man settled in the chair next to Gibbs.

"Don't worry, Gibbs. Ducky's brought the old percolator out to put in Tony's dressing room. I promise, you'll never be more than 5 minutes away from that tar you drink the whole day."

By the time Tony arrived home, a little after midnight, and suprisingly with no visible scars, Toby was just settling into bed. He looked up from the book he was reading as Tony entered the bedroom.

"Hey, honey. Well? Did you have a good night?"

Tony sat down on the side of the bed and leaned in to give his lover a soft, slow kiss.

"Mmm," he mumbled against his lips before pulling away slightly. "I did. But I really missed you and Emily tonight. Never thought I'd rather stay home on a saturday night with my family. Is that what turning 40 does to you?"

Toby grinned as he pulled the younger man down into his arms.

"No, honey. It's what love does to you. And I for one have never been more grateful."

Waggling his eyebrows, Tony looked up into his eyes.

"How grateful?"

"Get that divine ass of yours out of those ridiculously expensive slacks and I'll show you." Toby leered down at him.

Meeting his soft lips with his silver haired lovers, Tony kicked off his shoes and socks as Toby began unbuttoning his shirt. Slipping the silk from his shoulders, Tony's body arched against the still firm one next to his as nimble fingers began working on his slacks.

A groan was ripped from Toby's throat as he realised Tony had been going commando. Flipping the younger man onto his back, he began gently nipping and licking at the soft skin of Tony's neck as he writhed beneath him.

Strong hands ran over Tony's exposed chest drawing out breathy moans that still amazed Toby. He was suddenly pulled down onto the brunette as long legs wrapped around his waist.

Searching out Tony's sinful mouth for another kiss, Toby changed position slightly, bringing their hard cocks into contact. Tony hissed at the sudden pleasure that seemed to shoot through his spine, making him arch up further, desperate for something, anything. Just more!

Slipping his hands into Tony's, Toby gently pushed them up above his head, entwining their fingers before beginning a gentle slide of skin and skin. Just when Tony thought he would come undone from the pleasure, Toby lifted himself up and reached into the bedside drawer and removed a tube of lube and a condom.

Within seconds, Tony found himself with one leg lifted over Toby's shoulder as the slick warmth of his magnificent cock began to breach him. Whining in pleasure as Toby entered him slowly, Tony's hands clenched into the sheets, a fine sheen of sweat beading on his forehead.

What felt like hours later, Toby finally bottomed out, practically bending Tony in half as he caught his lips again, this time in a dirty open mouthed kiss. When he finally began moving Tony thought he would die from the pleasure. The overwhelming sensation of his orgasm started building in him hard and fast.

Teasing his lips from Toby's, he grabbed a pillow and bit down on it to muffle the sound as his cock erupted without even being touched. Seeing Tony come apart below him was Toby's undoing. He lost control of the slow rhythm he'd been trying to maintain and with one more thrust he stilled as he came inside Tony's hot channel.

Collapsing down onto the bed, Tony quickly pulled him into a deep embrace.

"Wow!" he muttered. "That grateful, huh?"