Damon stares at the ceiling, watching distractedly the fan.
Its noise becomes an echo of the one that comes from the big clock placed on the wall.
He shouldn't have lied to the old lady: he said "Truck driver"...but the sad truth is that he is now unemployed, after to have been fired by his Boss...Surely the man couldn't stand him beating the Owner's protegé into a bloody pulp! But the fact was that the insolent young man had offended him very seriously...A stupid brat...calling him a 'Dirty piece of crap' ready to be sold to the 'queers', publicly, in front of half a dozen of the Drivers.
Damon felt hurt. Life really was a bitch for him, it has been always a bitch and it seemed that it shall be forever so. He had only one tiny light in all his life. And he has come to the Capital to be able to see that small piece of light, to bathe himself in his warm protectiveness...
(A week later)
Damon stands before the Navy Yard, crossing the street and watches the cars that come and go. He could recognize Gunny's car if he could be able to see it, it's just a matter of waiting...and being a Marine, he is always superlatively trained for waiting.
A big dark car stops just beside him, and a familiar female voice almost screams "Damon! Damon Werth?"
He looks inside the car and spots Agent David in the passengers' seat. The man who drives looks like a...Lieutenant?
The so look alike Lieutenant opens one of the car's doors,and invites him in: "Corporal Werth! Long time no see!"
"Lieutenant Ellison?"
"YEs,the very same"
"The one and only!" Ziva adds, laughing, and kisses her companion "And thank God there is only one!"
"Come in, Corporal Werth"
"Yes, Sir...Ma'am" Damon IS a Marine by heart: thus, he can't refuse an Order. He gets in the car.
"What are you doing here, Damon?" Ziva asks "We thought you were in Cleveland? Working as a Truck Driver...?"
"And it was so, Ma'am...until recently. I...lost my job and I thought...I could find a new employment here"
"We shall see what we can do for you, Corporal!" Lt Ellison adds, in a very friendly tone "Now, in the meanwhile...would you accompany us for dinner?"
(They must have heard the noise of my gut), Damon thinks. He is desperately hungry. His last meal has been in an old Cafe placed on the roadside,a cup of very bad coffee and a poor sandwich made with an old stale bread. Thus, he accepts.
+NCIS+
Abby guides Jethro on a walk through the Hospital Garden. It is late spring, the birds are chirping and there is plenty of flowers that put a joyful touch of life on the beautiful green grass.
"I shall cook for you an old recipe I received from my GrandMa" Abby says "She was French and the recipe is really good...Bossman, you should taste that, Tim always asks me to prepare it!"
Jethro nods,absentmindedly, while avoiding his own reflection in the clear waters of the old fountain...
Later on, Jethro sighs as he takes the evil cane in hand before limping out of his room. He ignores the horrified stares of other Patients and heads after Duck while Abby holds his clawed hand in hers.
Abby growls as people stare at her Bossman in horror and lifts one of her hands to squeeze his shoulder "When we get home, I shall cook you my famous hotpot stew!"
He huffs as he limps out of the door and into the car (I just want to be left alone). He leans back into his seat and closes his eyes while turning his head away from his friends before asking "Ha...ve you heard fr...om T-Tony?"
She bites her bottom lip "Sorry Bossman, he has moved to New York with his Dad...he has left NCIS as well...he attacked and almost killed the man who started the fire"
Jethro sighs and goes quiet as he gazes at the scenery that passes by the window as a lonely tear runs down his cheek
Jethro growls as Duck and Abby faff about and decides that enough is enough "Go aw...ay!"
Abby pauses from fluffing up his pillow and bites her bottom lip "Bossman, you can't be left on your own! What if you need a pee!"
He growls "Man...age fine! Now go!"
Ducky shakes his head but admits defeat "Abigail...lets leave Jethro for a while" at the green eyed glare, he sighs "He needs to have some control back...but we shall return first thing tomorrow"
Jethro grunts and watches them leave with narrowed eyes until finally he is left on his own. He lets out a deep breath before laying down on his couch and lets the exhaustion wash through him as he escapes into the darkness of sleep.
+NCIS+
Damon smiles as he finds the Gunnys house and slowly makes his way up to the door. He glances around before heading inside.
A noise makes him pause and he turns to spot a figure asleep on the sofa in the darkness
The Gunny has always his doors open...even for one like him. Damon feels light hearted, and approaches silently the couch...The room is dark, but he can still recognise the Gunny's silhouette, his lean body, strong and elegant, his long limbs, his powerful arms embracing a cushion...
Damon approaches more, smiling shyly.
A sudden flash enlightens the room..a storm is coming... And Damon can see what his gunny has become. Horrified, but without taking a step back (they're Marines, for God's sake!), he leans over the asleep man's body and breathes deeply in his scent, that, in spite of everything Ziva and her Fiancé had told him, hasn't changed. Yes! It smells like the Gunny...it FEELS like the Gunny!
Jethro twitches as he feels soft hands stroking his arms...his side...his face. A deep sigh escapes his throat as he nuzzles the hand before slowly opening his eyes.
Damon smiles as Gunny opens his eyes "Hey Gunny, long time no see"
He stills at the sight of Damon and quickly jerks away before hiding his face behind his pillow "Don't lo...ok at me!"
"Gibbs?" he gently tugs the pillow out of the way. A soft smile crosses his face as he reaches out to gently stroke along the melted skin "Jethro? I don't care about your new appearance...you are still my Gunny"
Jethro blinks away the tears and hesitantly turns his head, expecting to see the eyes attempting to hide their fear...but is shocked by the turquoise ones shining with truth and...love? "Damon? Why?"
Damon smirks as he takes a seat beside him "I have loved you since the first time I saw you...even though I was on a high" he takes in the way the features has changed, but he is still his Gunny. He reaches out and gently strokes the silver hair "You are the most beautiful person in the World...and you still are" with that he tugs him into a hug "Sleep Gunny, we shall talk more in the morning"
Jethro wants to talk now...but his body betrays him by snuggling up closer to the warm body before slipping into the darkness of sleep
The Sunrise arrives, after the long night of rain. Damon slowly opens his eyes and realises he is still entangled with that body whose odour is so overwhelming, so full of familiar protectiveness, that he lets himself be wrapped without any intention of breaking the magic of the instant. However, he watches closely the terrible changes experienced by Jethro's features. That nose, the most perfect one he had ever seen, was like cut in two different halves: one of them already keeping its habitual exquisite aspect...and the other...a sad hole,like a perverse,bitter joke performed against a distorted mirror. Damon sighs,and gets up,carefully, for to do not awake the man. He hesitantly travels his eyes across the room. A whisper distracts him, a whisper that becomes a strong breathing sound
"I n-need the B-Bath...room"
Immediately He leans over the man,and helps him to rise to his feet,
"I'm l-limping p-please, h-help me with the walk..."
Damon nods and gently helps the half asleep Gunny to the Bathroom, turning away while holding him up as he relieves himself.
Jethro sighs in delight as his bladder empties but huffs in annoyance as he can't work out how to do up the button on his jeans. He jumps as a hand moves out from behind his back and watches as the fingers gently buttons him up, once finished he mumbles "Tha...nks"
He shrugs as he flushes the chain before walking him to the sink "Think nothing of it Gunny"
Jethro nods as he slowly washes his hands before leaning heavily on the young man as he is lead back to the couch. A yawn escapes his chest as he instinctively snuggles up against the warm body but jerks back as a hand gently strokes his face
"Shh Gunny...get some rest"
He glances up and only when he can't see any fear within the turquoise eyes...he slowly follows the Order
Leaving the sleeping man with all his care, Damon enters the Kitchen, and searches for what he knows could cheer Jethro up when he awoke. Coffee. He finds a half emptied pot and thinking that is can't be enough, he decides to spend his last coins in a new box of coffee: maybe not the good one, maybe it shall be a cheap label...cheaper than the one usually drunk by the Gunny...but he shall do with with all his human affection. So, he goes to the Store,that was just opening.
He checks the time: seven am.
The Chinese couple in the store are actually very kind with him...they even trust him thirty cents on the total price...Maybe they sense, they understand he belongs to the Country of the oppressed people...oppressed by sadness, by poverty, by solitude, by misery...
Some people are running, others are walking their dogs, passing by with indifference, looking away when he is walking beside them...It is clear that they don't want to have nothing to do with a half beggar. (Damon's clothes are almost ripped).
He comes into the house, on tiptoes...for some reason, he feels suddenly happy...
+NCIS+
A shiver runs through his body and he shifts as he attempts to find warmth...only to feel coldness. He opens his eyes and sighs as he finds Damon gone (You should have realised that no-one wants to spend their time with a Monster). He lifts his clawed hand and viscously wipes away the traitorous tears that try to fall before grabbing the horrible cane and struggles to his feet.
He pants in exhaustion and heads into the Kitchen as his stomach growls. He checks the cubboards and decides to make himself a sandwich. As he opens the fridge...he frowns as he tries to figure out how to get the butter and ham out and sighs as he takes them out one by one before attempting to butter the bread, growling in anger as he ends up splattering butter over his useless hand "Shit!" a sudden anger bursts deep inside him and he screams while throwing the tub of butter against the wall before crumbling to the floor as he breaks down in tears.
"Oh, Gunny...don't worry, Gunny, don't worry! It's nothing!" Damon runs into the Kitchen and helps cleaning the stains, collecting what has fallen to the floor, calming Jethro's crying spells, kneeling beside him, embracing the older man's body with all his desperate concern and Jethro begins to calm down, lulled by those strong, titanic arms. "Shh...Gunny...Everything is okay...everything shall be okay! I'm at your side...now and always if you want to accept me at your side!"
Jethro mumbles something about "...ony's g'ne..", again and again, over and over.
Damon attempts to disentangle the words, to understand what they mean and he surprises himself by kissing the older man's head, caressing his hair, sensing every inch of that almost melted skin with his fingers, repeating, like in a sad cantilene "Beautiful...my Gunny is beautiful, my Gunny"
Jethro looks up as he feels Damon kissing the top of his head and attempts a smile before jerking away as he hides his face "Don't lo...ok at me! Ple...ase! I am a Mon...ster"
Damon rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he gently tugs Jethros hand down before taking the mans lips in a soft kiss "I love you Gunny...I always have"
Fresh tears fall down his cheeks as he closes his eyes and tries to get his mouth to cooperate as he attempts to return the kiss.
Damon smiles and lets his Gunny control the kiss, knowing that he isn't the one he wishes he were kissing...but he has decided that he shall be whatever the Gunny needs.
Jethro pushes Damon down onto his back as he needs to feel some form of control, and growls as the body submits. He keeps his eyes closed as he tugs at the tattered clothes.
Damon pulls back and quickly removes his own clothes before going to strip the Gunny, only to be pushed away as a hand runs over his toned stomach and he arches up into the touch.
He growls and tugs him onto his front, making him look away before opening his eyes "Last ch...ance to back out"
He smirks and widens his stance before lowering his chest to the floor "I am yours Gunny, only yours"
Jethro slows down and smiles before using the split butter as lubricant to stretch him open, narrowing his eyes as he strokes the mans prostate.
Damon yelps and pushes back as a second and then a third finger enters him. He groans in arousal "Please Gunny! Now please!?"
Jethro smirks and lines up before pushing into the inviting body
Damon closes his eyes. He wants to feel, he wants to sense, he wants to be overwhelmed by the Gunny's heat, by his powerful cock, by his strength.
Jethro grabs him by the waist. He caresses the young man's beautiful skin with feverish urgency: "You're a young beaut...iful God" he says, overcoming all the difficulties to speak "You are...a blessing from heaven..."
"Even if you never shall love me, Gunny" Damon swallows a tear "I always will be here for you...for to offer you some relief, in all the senses..."
"Ya...ya" Jethro's breathing shows all his tremendous agitation "Ya, I n-need...this! I-I need this...desperately..."
Damon endures the burning pain, the terrible ache that presupposes to have inside his body Jethro's thick cock. For Damon, this very cock is the absolute symbol of pride and manhood.
Jethro thrusts without having any care. He can't measure the pain...he only wants to relieve his body, his flesh, his bones, his blood...the immense aura of solitude that surrounds his world. Damon is tight around him; tight and inviting, humble and powerful; warm, warm as nothing else in the universe.! "B...ba" Jethro loses his capability to speak, the orgasm is approaching. Damon's arse pracitcally sucks his cock, kisses it, licks it...everything is felt at once, inside that young body, that incomparable body. Jethro sinks his teeth in Damon's shoulder, as Tony always uses to do (Used! Used, idiot! Tony is gone and he SHAN'T COME BACK!) and he lets himself go...
At the same time, Damon cries his pain that explodes in a sudden, overwhelming, tremendous wave of unique pleasure, depicted in a sole word: "GUNNY!"
He collapses onto the strong body while still buried deep inside him. He pants in exhaustion as he tries to get his heartrate down.
Damon smiles at the weight on his back along with the thick half hard cock still buried within him (My dream has come true...my Gunny has finally taken me).
Jethro grunts as he tries to get himself up, while cursing his useless left hand and smiles as he licks across the bite wound before gently pulling out and tucking himself away "Y-You ok?"
The former Marine smirks as he stretches himself out before slipping his clothes back on "Never better Gunny" with that he carefully sits and takes the mans hands "I know that you shall never love me as much as I do you...but I shall always be here for you, always"
Jethro smiles and goes to speak, only to chuckle as his stomach growls "I'm hun...gry"
Damon chuckles and gently kisses his left cheek, not fazed at all about the melted flesh before helping him up and into a chair "What do you fancy?" at the shrug, he rolls his eyes as he checks the cubboards "I can do sandwiches?"
He nods and watches the younger man move about his kitchen (Can you learn to love him?)
Damon diligently prepares two big sandwiches (Marine size!), with ham, butter and cheese, and adds also some green olives.
"Please, not for me..." (Those olives were Tony's favourite treat..!)
"I'm sorry" he bites his bottom lip "I...better go to make coffee...it's okay?"
"Y-Yes cof-fee" Jethro thinks, and his thoughts go far away, reaching the day he and Tony had made love for the first time...they hadn't sex: they just kissed all night...his eyes become wet, his mouth contorts in a smirk of pain.
"Oh, no, no, no...Gunny! No! Please, don't cry..." Damon couches beside him "Don't cry, my Gunny! I'm here...to help you erase all the traces of what, whoever it was has made sad"
"You c-can't! It has been t-too much!"
Damon sighs, and embraces the crying man. He hasn't seen the Gunny crying before: surely he had cried with every man he lost in combat...sure he had cried when he lost his family...
The phone rings, and Damon goes to reply.
"I'm not available...this g-goes for everybody" Jethro states, recovering himself, while limping to sit down at the little kitchen table.
"Hello?"
"Hiya, it's me, Abby, Bossman! How are you doing? I'm at the Hospital...but it is for a wonderful reason!"
"I'm Sorry...Miss Sciuto?"
Silence greets him across the line.
"W-Who is there?" Abby asks,feeling suddenly uncomfortable.
"I-I'm a friend of the G-Gunny...former Corporal Werth, Damon Paul..." "Damon?!"
"Yes, Miss Abby, The...the Gunny, I mean, Agent Gibbs...is not in the disposal of to reply now"
"How did you come there, Damon?"
"I...met Agent David and her boyfriend Lt Ellison...They invited me for dinner, and they told me the Gunny had been hurt...I came to see if I could give some help"
Abby giggles: "You are an Angel, Damon! The Bossman was too alone!" she pauses to make an intake of air "Tell him that we have excellent news! Kate has given birth to a little boy...and his name shall be Charles Jethro!"
+NCIS+
Senior pours himself another shot of whisky...and offers one to his Son, who have been more than five...or six, since they began their so long time delayed conversation. "Then, Junior...explain to me...were you having homosexual relationships with your supervisory Agent? Was this actually true?"
Tony shrugs "Whatever they have told you, I don't care...We had a good time together..." he hiccups, feeling himself helplessly drunk "Now, for your information, it's over..."
Senior stands up, and lights a cigarette: Sighing,he begins: "Junior, I haven't been precisely the best 'Father role model'...but there is only one thing that I can say to you: whatever it could be the way you have chosen, it is fine with me...and if you have decided to love a man...it is perfectly fine, too."
Tony chugs, annoyed: "It is not the matter of this discussion, Dad...I'm not here because I feel 'ashamed or repentant' for to have been with a man for more than ten years!"
Senior hides his own surprise (More than ten years? How I never noticed this?)
(A Week Later)
Tony growls as his Dad snatches away the bottle of vodka and huffs as he goes on about his friend
"Junior! Please come to dinner with myself and Dmitri" he sighs at the way his Son ignores him and he takes a seat next to him "You can't waste your life in a bottle of alcohol...please!"
Tony growls but at the pleading look, he sighs "Fine!" he turns at a knock on the door and glares at his Father as he is pushed in the direction
"Let him in Junior"
He rolls his eyes as he heads to the door and swings it open...only to pause at the silver haired hunk that stares at him in shock
"Dobriy vecher! (Good evening)" a dark, beautiful voice says, from the threshold.
"G-Good evening..." (His hair! His eyes are totally black, but his hair...it is so look a like!) Tony gets stunned at the tall, robust man, whose short silver hair surrounds a smiling, friendly face, where, however, two almost cruel black eyes bright like torches.
"Mr DiNozzo's Son...I suppose?" The man speaks a fluent English, with a distant Russian accent that adds more charm to his polite manner.
Tony stretches his hand, and he must confess to himself that he is quivering...
"It is a pleasure. Dmitri Hvorostovsky"
"T-The famous Opera Singer?"
The man smiles even more "The very same, Mr DiNozzo, Anton...Anthony, isn't it ?"
"Tony, please..." Tony notices that they are already talking beside the threshold "But, please! Come in!"
The Russian man follows Tony, and they proceed to sit down in the big couch (Louis XV style) without being able to stop looking into one another's eyes...
Senior smirks as he spots the lust between his friend and his Son. He decides to leave them to it and makes up an excuse "Dmitri! I am so pleased to see you...but I am afraid that I can't make tonight"
Tony frowns "Thought you wanted me to join you?"
He smiles "Great idea Junior!" he turns to Dmitri "Junior shall take you to dinner"
Dmitri smiles and takes Tonys hand "It will be my honour, Comrade" with that he tugs him out of the door.
Senior chuckles at the way his Son allows himself to be dragged away and shakes his head as he closes the door behind them (I hope Dmitri will be able to fill the void left from Gibbs)
+NCIS+
"So...my Father is planning to make an Opera production, here, in New York, starring you?"
They are sitting in the restaurant, surrounded by the soft shadows of the intimate half light.
"Da...yes, Tony. He said he is planning this since long ago, like a tribute to his Italian Ancestors"
Tony laughs "Yes! We Italians are for the Opera! Even our behaviour uses to be very Operatic!"
Dmitri looks at him, inquisitively "Behaviour...and passions?"
"And passions, too" Tony replies, holding his gaze. Tony feels the soft rubbing in his knee...and his hand goes down, to meet Dmitri's under the table.
"I sense we shall have a wonderful friendship" the Russian says, without
stopping his smile, but with his back eyes filled with desire "I was anxious
to know somebody like you.."
"Like...me?"
"Yes, high spirited, cultured and with wonderful green ochii...I mean eyes"
"Same here...To have known you has been real surprise. And a magnificent one"
Half an hour later, their tongues fight the accustomed combat of lust before the door of Dmitri's luxurious hotel room.
Dmitri attaches his powerful hands to Tony's arse, massaging it, sensing it...
Tony melts in the kiss and, without breaking it, he feels himself dragged inside the room by the Russian's powerful arms.
Tony growls as he fights for dominance, but gives in with a groan as Dmitri pushes him down onto the bed. He looks up and smirks before stripping himself down and moving to the middle of the bed.
Dmitri licks his lips before stalking up the handsome body and nuzzles his throat "You are beautiful, so beautiful" with that he takes possession of his mouth as he reaches out to grab the lube.
Tony starts as a slick finger presses against his rear and pulls back to look into the black eyes "N-Not like this..." he turns onto his front and onto his knees "Like this"
He frowns but nods as he re-coats his fingers and slowly stretches him open before stripping himself down and lining up "Ready, my Beauty?"
Tony rolls his eyes and pushes back, smirking at the gasp of arousal as he brushes his leg against the hard cock "Come on, I am ready!"
Dmitri enters the magnificent body..
Tony is shivering, the thick cock crosses his entrance with a superb motion...It is rough and, at the same time, absolutely pleasant...(So, this is what Jethro usually feels when I?), he immediately puts aside the image that comes to his mind.
"Beautiful green eyed creature" Dmitri says, with his wonderful baritone voice darkened even more by desire "You shan't make me last for too long...I have wanted you since I could see your photo on your Father's desk...I wanted your body as mine!"
"Yes..yes..." Tony grasps the sheets and struggles for air "Yes, so...I want to feel...I want to be punished with pain...and rewarded with pleasure..."
Dmitri thrusts mercilessly inside and out, panting like a wild animal...The cruel tartar that lasts inside him goes finally free, and he attaches his mouth to Tony's neck, biting hungrily in that delicious flesh.
Tony screams in pain and lets his body go to find the path to his pleasure.
Dmitri grabs Tony's cock and begins to masturbate him, mimicking his thrusts, following the rhythm, increasing the speed as the need to climax becomes more and more urgent...
Finally, they explode together:
Tony bathes the sheets with a huge gush of hot sperm and feels himself filled inside by a true flood of spicy burning cum.
Tony pants and grunts as strong arms tug him against a hard chest. A deep sigh escapes his chest as he basks in the warmth of the other man "Dmitri...I don't know if I can...but I shall attempt to return your love"
Dmitri shrugs "I understand, Anthony had informed me about your heartbreak...but time shall heal all wounds"
He nods and leans back as he drifts off into the darkness of sleep, while a tear falls down his cheek as he thinks about the way Jethro always cuddled after sex.