Thanks to Phoenix Red Lion for the review: yes, Tony you should tell the other he can think with his head and Gibbs is not making him do anything he doesn't want to do, nbut at the moment he is too hurt to think straight. As for what will happen next...well, you'll have to read and see...:)
NOTE: since it looks like FFnet is taking its sweet time in registering the change of rating, the second half this part is M rated so beware!
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After he left Abby's place, it took Tony all of two minutes to decide he didn't want to go home. He wanted, no needed, to be with his lover tonight, so he drove to Gibbs' house.
When he arrived, he saw the building was enveloped in darkness and no light filtered from the basement windows. However the Charger was parked in the driveway, which meant Jethro had returned from his scheduled meeting with Vance and the SecNav.
The front door was unlocked as usual, but Tony locked it after slipping inside. It was better be prudent than sorry and not risk if someone – and especially one of the people he had just left – decided to stop by for an impromptu, although improbable, late hour visit and caught them in a moment of intimacy.
For the time being, he and Gibbs had decided to keep a low profile; avoiding sleeping over at each other's places too often. They would wait for his partner's mandatory retirement as field agent and Tony's boss to move in together, and the younger man was alternatively longing for that time and dreading it. On one hand he looked forward to living with Jethro, on the other, he knew everything would change on the job when the older man retired or was moved to an administrative job.
Tony pushed the thought away as he climbed the stairs; he made sure to avoid the creaky steps. Once upstairs, he saw the light was on in Gibbs' bedroom, and walked there.
He peeked inside, ready to greet his lover, but his words died on his lips as a smile spread on his face.
Jethro was lying on the bed atop the covers, dressed only in a grey t-shirt and blue boxers. He had fallen asleep with an open book on his chest. He was wearing his reading glasses, because his near sightedness was taking its sweet time returning to be as sharp as his far sight, and the small lines were still a problem.
Tony removed his shoes, and tiptoed inside the room, snickering softly when he saw the book that had put his lover to sleep was Thom E. Gemcity's latest novel. It wasn't the best of advertising for a detective story, and he made a mental note to tell it to Probie the first time the younger agent acted as a patronizing MIT ass.
He gently picked up the book, closed it and put it on the nightstand, and then he looked down, studying his lover's face. Gibbs looked younger, even a bit vulnerable when he was asleep and Tony felt privileged he was allowed to see it, no matter how sappy that thought was.
He bent forward and raised his hands to remove the glasses, when suddenly his wrists were seized by iron-strong fingers.
So much for Gibbs being vulnerable.
Keen blue eyes bored into his and Tony said, "Hell Boss, you scared five years of life out of me!"
"It'll teach you not to ogle sleeping men," was the gruff answer, as his wrists were released. Then his lover tilted his head, studying him, sat up with his back against the headboard, and asked, "What is it Tony?"
Damn! He thought. Why had Gibbs to be so perceptive?
Tony knew he couldn't lie when confronted by that piercing look, and he couldn't evade the question either. What had happened that evening was very serious and no matter how much he would like to avoid burdening his lover, he knew he couldn't do it. Jethro needed to know.
"Abby invited me to watch a movie at her place," Tony answered slowly, sitting down on the edge of the mattress, his hand absently toying with the hem of the older man's t-shirt. "But when I arrived, I found Ducky, Ziva and McGee there too. It was clear they weren't there to watch a movie but to ask questions about us."
Gibbs nodded, "It was about time."
"Yeah…but it wasn't the kind of questions we were expecting."
"What?"
"Boss, everything was okay at the start. They wanted to know more about vampires in general, and I tried to satisfy their curiosity with what you told me. But then the questions turned far more personal."
"About us?"
"About you and how you treat me."
Gibbs frowned. "About how I treat you? What the hell does it mean?"
"It means they're concerned you're imposing your will on mine, making me doing things a normal person shouldn't do."
His lover opened his mouth but no words came out aside an almost croaked, "What?"
"To make it short, they're convinced that since it's unnatural for a man to like to been bitten and have his blood sucked by a vampire, that I then allow you to do it to me only because you somehow are coercing me."
Tony cringed at the pained look appearing in Jethro's eyes and he reached out to caress his cheek, a gesture of affection his lover welcomed, gently pushing his face against his palm.
"How can they think that of me?" Gibbs whispered in a disbelieving tone.
"I don't know, Jethro," he replied softly. "I thought about it as I drove here from Abby's place, but couldn't find an answer. I tried to explain them how wrong they are, and I hope I managed to convince them."
"And if you didn't?"
"Then we'll face it together…okay?" Tony said with a smile, surprised to find him being the one reassuring his partner instead of the other way around.
"Yep."
Silence fell on them, and Gibbs relaxed against the headboard. He seemed to realize only then he still had his glasses on and raised his hand to remove them, but Tony stopped him.
"Leave them on," he said throatily. "You look hot with them on." They needed some distraction and what better way than find it in each other? He just hoped his lover would be up to it, and not prefer to spend the rest of the night mulling about what had happened.
Gibbs tilted his head and smirked, showing he was up to whatever Tony had planned, "How much hot?"
"As in Dante's Inferno hot."
"Am I your personal devil?" Gibbs whispered, as he leaned over.
"Yeah…that too," Tony breathed, before his mouth was seized in a hard kiss, which he returned enthusiastically. He was breathless when his mouth was released. "I take it you're gonna show me how hot you are…"
"Yep."
They quickly got rid of their clothes and soon they were writhing on the bed, bodies close, cocks trapped between heaving bellies, legs tangled, mouths locked together, hands running up and down strong backs.
After a while, Gibbs rolled Tony on his back and began expertly working his hand around his cock.
Tony arched his back off the bed with a loud groan. His lover knew exactly how and where to touch him to drive him wild.
"Be still," Jethro commanded with low growl, as his fangs made their appearance.
"God…" It was going to be one of those nights, when Gibbs was set to do all the work…Tony had wanted to be distracted and boy, he was about to get his wish!
His lover stretched over him, and worked his upper body with his mouth, tongue, fangs and hands.
Jethro flicked his tongue across his nipples, nibbled at his collar bones, and licked his abs, lazily tasting his skin, until with one last slide he was between his spread legs, letting his mouth taste the hot skin there.
"You taste good," he murmured before he wrapped his mouth around Tony's erection.
"Feels good," Tony gasped breathlessly, as his lover teased him, running his fangs along the younger man's length. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched avidly as the silver-haired head bobbed up and down.
Tony breathing was getting shorter as Gibbs worked him. When he was about to explode, he reached out and tugged at his lover's hair. "Stop…" he croaked, "wanna come with you inside…"
"Told you to be still…" his vampire lover said, as he slid up to capture his mouth, making love to it with lips, fangs and tongue.
Tony enjoyed the exploration and the thrill he always got when he tasted himself on the older man's lips, but he was getting too close and he needed more than Gibbs' tongue inside him.
He spread his legs even wider, as blatant an invitation as he could give with his mouth occupied and his body pressed down against the mattress.
Jethro took the hint, and after grabbing the lube in the nightstand shelf, he rose to his knees, flushed, erected, magnificent. As Tony watched with avid eyes, he coated his cock with a generous amount of gel. Then he got his bent legs under Tony, lifting his hips up off the bed.
Blunt but gentle, slick fingers slipped between Tony's cheeks and slid inside him, preparing him for the hard length resting hotly against his leg.
When he was ready, Jethro threw the lube in the general direction of the nightstand and cupped Tony's ass with his hands.
"Ready?" he growled.
"Was born re…a…dy," he moaned as his lover slid inside him and filled him to the hilt. He was given a moment to get used to the sensation, then the older man started moving, and Tony's eyes closed with pleasure.
Everything else blurred and he panted hard, soft moans being forced from him as Jethro rode him, almost pulling out and then pushing back in, again and again.
After a while, Jethro's strokes became longer and harder. Then he reached forward, stretched out his arms and grabbed onto the wooden headboard.
"Watch," he ordered, making a sound that seemed more an animal growl than his voice, "Watch me take you."
Unable to disobey that command, Tony opened his eyes and did as he was told. Jethro's silver hair was tinged dark with sweat, and his blue, lust filled eyes were looking down at him from behind his glasses, glasses that gave him the air of a college professor and contrasted wildly with his exposed fangs and a body no college professor would ever have.
Hard, toned muscles flexed across the broad shoulders and down his strong chest. His nipples were hard and Tony wished he could lick and nibble at them. His eyes slid further down, along Gibbs' strong belly and finally to his rocking hips and pelvis.
The hair had darkened there too with sweat and lube, and he could see Jethro's hard cock as it vanished inside his body, pulled out, and then plunged in again.
The sensations he was experiencing and the sight of what was causing them merged and Tony knew it was too much. He was about to come. But first…first he needed something.
"Bite me!" he said aloud, both plea and an order.
Jethro stopped in mid-stroke and looked down at him. "Don't need to…"
"I need it!" Tony almost cried, throwing back his head to bare his throat. "Do it! Now!"
With a roar, Jethro let go of the headboard and fell over him, his sharp fangs piercing his young lover's flesh.
"Yes!" Tony yelled as his orgasm rushed up at him and he exploded between their bodies, his hot, sticky come coating both of them.
Jethro raised his bloody mouth from Tony's shoulder and looked him in the eye as he kept pounding into him. The strokes were sharp and short now, and he was panting in his ear.
"Boss," Tony whispered his voice breathless and rough from his recent orgasm. "Love you."
"Love you too," Jethro grounded out between gritted teeth.
"Come," Tony encouraged, slipping both of his hands into the sweaty grey hair.
Gibbs' hips moved against him, harder and faster. "Almost there…"
Tony nodded and rested his face against his lover's neck and hung on, until the older man stiffened, his breath coming in harsh gasps as his orgasm approached. There was a deep, rumbling sound and Jethro's hips snapped into him once more, sharply, before he stilled and went boneless.
Jethro collapsed atop of him, and Tony wrapped his arms around his sweaty back, wishing to keep him close for as long as possible.
A few moments later, Gibbs came back to himself and braced himself on shaky arms, lowering his head to steal a sated, lazy kiss, before sagging sideways onto the bed, taking Tony with him so they were still facing each other as they rested on the pillows.
Raising a slightly shaking hand, Tony laid it against his lover's cheek, a mute gesture of affection.
Blue eyes shining with happy contentment rested on him, as Gibbs' hand reached up to cover his.
They were silent for a while as they caught their breath, then Jethro asked, his voice still rough. "What was that?"
"Huh?"
"You wanting me to bite you…you know I don't need to do it every time…"
"Told you…I needed it. I love the sensation…and it makes me feel special…wanted," Tony was aware he was probably blushing, but he couldn't care less.
Gibbs frowned. "You're special. You're wanted—always," he said fiercely.
"I know…but after spending the evening sharing titbits about vampires and about us with people that don't understand I wanted something I only can have…you."
Jethro nodded with a smile, "Yeah…I know. I guess people like you, Shannon, my father or Bill's wife are rare. If you weren't, vampires wouldn't need to keep their existence a secret. I just feel so damn glad I found you…" his eyes darkened with emotion.
"Me too…" Tony raised his arms and pulled Gibbs' head toward his own, so he could kiss him. He could feel his body get excited again and sensed an answering twitch in the cock still partly buried inside him. "Will you bite me again?" he whispered to his lover, as their hands started moving over each other's body.
"DiNozzo…"
"You don't need to drink…just bite me…"
Gibbs stared at him for a long while, his expression unreadable, "On one condition."
"What?"
"You let me get rid of these damn glasses."
Tony's happy laugh echoed in the bedroom before being silenced by his lover's mouth.
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