(see warnings in chapter 1)

Chapter 3
Enforcement

February 28, 2009, at Gibbs' house in Alexandria

Gibbs slid slicked-up fingers between Tony's butt cheeks. He was surprisingly gentle but Tony jumped skittishly anyway. "Easy, easy boy," Gibbs said soothingly. He teased the sensitive skin around Tony's puckered hole before he slipped two fingers inside. He withdrew them slowly and slid them back in, time and again, reassuring Tony, "That's it. God, you're so hot. Fuck, I've wanted this for a long time. Wanted you."

Gibbs had wanted him, for a long time? Oh God, what had he gotten himself into? He could back out if he wanted to, right? He didn't have to do this. All he had to do was let go of the table, straighten up and walk out of here. Or…he could…he could stay. He could stay as he was, ass in the air, with his boss finger-fucking him. Because wasn't this what he wanted? Oh God. He did, and if he was being really, deep down truthful with himself, this was what he'd wanted, even more than getting Gibbs' undivided attention, ever since he'd tackled the older man in Baltimore. And hadn't he, truthfully, desperately wanted to be filled up by cock? By Gibbs' cock? Because that's what came next, right?

Tony groaned. His heart was beating so fast he thought he was going to have a heart attack. Fingers thrust inside him, but they were too big, too…much. A little panicky, Tony made a small sound and jerked as if to get away, but Gibbs reached down with his free hand and took Tony's balls in one hand. He tugged at them none too gently, making Tony whimper.

"You can take it, yeah, that's my boy, that's good. You like that, don't you? I knew you would. You a pain-slut? You need to feel it hard to come? That's good because I'm gonna give it to you hard, and I can guarantee you're gonna scream yourself hoarse when you cum. You're gonna…"

Holy shit, this was porn at its best, this stream of filthy words spilling from Gibbs' mouth. Who'd have thought?

Gibbs was still talking. "…and by the time I'm finished with you, you won't even be able to walk, and my cum is gonna be slicking up your thighs. I don't care how tired and sore you are, or even if you're bleeding and crying for your mommy, you're gonna crawl over to me and wrap your lips around my cock, and you're gonna give me the best fucking blowjob you've ever given anyone." He grabbed Tony's hair and pulled. "You hear me?"

With a gasp, Tony cried, "Yes! Yes, sir!"

Gibbs licked him up his spine. Hot breath caressed his ear. Blunt fingers worked his hole, probing and stroking deep inside. Gibbs was groaning, "Fuck, you taste good." Gibbs' mouth was on his ass, sucking hard, teeth scraping the skin still tender from horseback riding, and then he bit him hard before retreating.

Tony cried out, "Ow!" Gibbs' iron hand smacked Tony's ass. Tony shouted, "Ow!" again and reared back. "I'm still saddle sore!"

Gibbs' palm was hot on the small of his back; all it took was a little pressure, and Tony was flat against the table once again. His cheek was plastered to the smooth wood, his fingers wrapped around the edge of the table, and he realized that he had never let go. He was anchored there as surely as if he'd been tied in place, all because that was what Gibbs had told him not to let go.

Tony squirmed. Gibbs must have added another finger because the stretch was starting to burn. How many was that? Three now? Jesus, please do not let him try this with his entire fist, Tony thought, shaking. Gibbs added more lube and stretched him wide with his thumbs, massaging and pulling a little, and after a bit, Tony relaxed and opened up for him with a long, low moan. Gibbs' fingers, four of them, heavily slicked up with lubricant, slowly slid in. Tony moaned deeply at the intrusion. Like giving birth, he thought in a haze, only in reverse. "I can't…I can't take any more," he said, panting. "I…I've never done this before."

Gibbs tugged at Tony's balls and rolled them in one hand, while his other hand caressed him from within. "Shhh. You can…you can. I'm going to help you. You trust me?"

Gibbs' fingers brushed against a sensitive spot, just there, causing Tony to gasp with shock and pleasure. His body reacted swiftly and completely to Gibbs' touch, with tremors tingling up his spine, his legs turning to jelly, thighs quivering. His dick, squashed against the table's hard surface, was hard and leaking. He tried not to whimper. Gibbs' fingers did their magic, stirring something deep inside him, and Tony rocked his ass to get even more. Oh fuck, that felt unbelievably good!

As Gibbs' fingers slid in and out of his ass, Tony thought, this was what he'd been aching for, all these years. He'd longed to be touched like this, to be desired in a base, carnal way – but only by Gibbs. And the thing was, it wasn't entirely about sex. It was about fear and pain and pleasure and lust, and a deep-seated need to let go and simply surrender all of himself to this man. But how did Gibbs know what he needed? How had he known? Jesus, he must have seen through every wall and layer of protection he had erected. All this time, he'd known. A sob escaped at the revelation, and he had to concentrate to stop the tears that threatened to embarrass him.

Gibbs' erection nudged against Tony's thigh, leaving a damp trail when he moved. Tony arched his back and spread his legs in invitation. The fingers inside him turned like a corkscrew, widening him, preparing him for something bigger, he knew.

"Answer me. Do you trust me?" Gibbs growled.

It was a lot to take in, but Tony said between pants, "Yes, I trust you."

"Good." Gibbs' fingers came slithering out with a wet squelching sound. Hard knuckles covered in lube rubbed the spot behind Tony's balls, back and forth, drawing a whimper from his parted lips. With his cheek flush against the table, he watched his knuckles whiten as his fingers tightened their grip on the edge. The tabletop had damp spots on it, snot and sweat. Maybe a tear or two. He sniffed and breathed through his mouth, but didn't move.

Gibbs' hips nestled against Tony's rear, and he could feel the soft cloth of Gibbs' t-shirt sliding over his back when he adjusted his position. One of Gibbs' arms slid under his chest, and he was pulled a few inches off the table. Legs trembling, Tony pressed his ass against Gibbs' groin.

Gibbs said in a husky, low voice, "I've been wanting this…you…for a long time. I'm going to fuck you, and I'm not planning on going easy on you. I know you can take it. You understand?"

Tony swallowed hard and nodded. He felt as though he was signing away his rights. His dick was hurting from being squashed against the unforgiving wooden tabletop, but now it was free, he knew it wouldn't take much for him to come: a touch, Gibbs' hand…

Gibbs entered Tony for the first time, slowly and carefully, despite the warning he would likely be rough. Tony's muscles resisted, and even though Gibbs' fingers had opened him up, it was still painful.

Tony cried out and struggled at the intrusion. "Wait! Wait!" His hands, no longer clinging to the table, struck out at Gibbs. What the fuck had he been thinking, what had he gotten himself into?

Gibbs hugged him tight, arms like iron bands around Tony's chest. "Stand up," he directed. He straightened his back and drew Tony with him, until they were standing upright, as one.

At the change of position, Gibbs' dick slid in a little further, leaving Tony panting, "Oh…God…oh…oh…oh…"

The older man was breathing as heavily as Tony. He didn't withdraw, just waited, rubbing his cheek against Tony's neck. "Take it easy. Breathe. Wait it out," Gibbs said, as if he understood that Tony's struggle wasn't so much to get away, as to come to terms with the intensity of the moment. Only when Tony had settled down did Gibbs ask, "You want this to stop? That what you want? You had enough? You want me to let you go, or you want me to fuck you so hard you're gonna pass out?"

Tony took in large gulps of air and tried to deal with an overwhelming rush of emotions: lust and confusion, even some anger at Gibbs for putting him in this position. "I…I want you to fuck me 'til I pass out, please. I do," he moaned, knowing it was completely the truth. Tony knew that he'd do anything for the man, that he had some kind of warped devotion for him, but that didn't mean he wasn't scared. "I don't...don't know what to do," he whispered, shaking. "I don't…do this."

Gibbs relaxed his grip on Tony and rubbed a palm in circles on his chest, tweaking one nipple and then the other, causing Tony to gasp. Gibbs asked, with surprising patience, "You don't do what?"

"This. I've never…Not with a man. And I… I don't want you to see me…like this," Tony said. He didn't want to be splayed out with his vulnerabilities exposed. He leaned forward, taking Gibbs with him, lying limply on the table, his forehead resting on its cool surface. He closed his eyes tightly, hating that he was embarrassing himself.

"You don't need to hide," Gibbs breathed into his ear. "There's no shame in taking what I'm giving you. D'you want this?"

"Oh God…I do but…Everyone will know."

"No," Gibbs said firmly. "This is only about you and me. Here and now. Nobody else matters." Gibbs chuckled fondly. "Besides, d'you really think I don't know you?"

Tony's voice was shaky when he whispered, "You know me?"

"Since the beginning, I've known what you need. You don't like the idea of me taking the lead, telling you what to do, but you need it. I'm here for you. You don't need to fight it any more."

Gibbs seemed so sure that it gave Tony pause. He'd been fighting with his hidden desires for so long, maybe it was time to give into them. But could he really relinquish everything to this man? He knew that Gibbs would never intentionally hurt him, but Tony was afraid just the same – not of Gibbs so much as of his own reaction. Gibbs wouldn't go easy on him, and he'd take what he wanted, but he'd also stop the moment Tony said no. If he said no.

Tony could feel Gibbs' cock, embedded within him, pulsing with every beat of Gibbs' heart. Tony tentatively moved his hips a little, from side to side, and something eased up; Gibbs' cock slid in deeper.

Gibbs made a strangled sound and muttered, "Fuck," under his breath, as if he was having trouble holding back.

That's when Tony knew without a doubt that he really did want this. He wanted the connection between them to be complete, even if it meant letting go. "I want…"

Gibbs growled impatiently, "What?"

Tony turned his head so he could see Gibbs' face out of the corner of his eye. Gibbs had a possessive gleam in his eyes, but there was also desire in them as well as what Tony thought just might be affection. This meant something to Gibbs, Tony thought with amazement. He meant something to him. For all his brusque ways, Gibbs actually cared for him. A lump formed in Tony's throat. How was it he had he never seen that look before? Had Gibbs been hiding it or had he only just allowed his emotions to come forth? Maybe he wasn't the only one putting on an act every day.

What did he want? He wanted Gibbs to smile at him, to love him, to own him, body and soul. "I w-want you to fuck me," Tony said, stuttering slightly. "Please?"

Gibbs gave him a predatory smile. "Yeah?"

Tony nodded and then said firmly, "Yeah." He took a deep breath and prayed he had made the right choice.

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Instead of just going for it, using him, fucking him hard and fast, as Tony had expected, Gibbs pulled out of him with a grunt. "Here," he said, guiding Tony over to the kitchen sink. It was a large, farmhouse sink, heavy soapstone, sturdy as hell. "Hold onto it," Gibbs said, pushing Tony's legs further apart and getting him to hang onto the sink to brace himself. He took hold of Tony's hips and pulled at them until his ass was sticking out.

Tony hated being so exposed but he told himself to suck it up.

"That's good," Gibbs said, stroking a hand down Tony's back, steadying him.

Gibbs grabbed the tube of lube and slicked himself up again. Without any warning, he lined himself up and pressed his cock into Tony once again. It was just as painful as the first time, and Tony bit his lip to prevent himself from groaning. Gibbs began thrusting slowly, embedding his shaft in Tony's body a bit deeper each time. Slow and steady, stretching Tony out, like an athlete warming up before an event. Every time Tony almost got used to the feeling of Gibbs' penis inside him, Gibbs would try a different angle. He kept changing it up, alternating slow repetitive penetration with jackrabbit thrusts that hit Tony's prostate dead-on, making Tony cry out in a high, increasingly desperate voice, "Uh, uh, uh…"

The prelude over, Gibbs plunged in deeply and held his position, arms trapping Tony against the sink, forcing him up on his toes. Gibbs spent a few minutes licking, kissing and biting his way across the top of Tony's shoulders, nipping at the nape of his neck, tugging at Tony's hair hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. Tony gripped the edge of the sink for support, moaning at the fullness of the cock inside him.

Gibbs relaxed a little, and started thrusting again, almost languidly, his balls slapping against Tony's ass. He spent ages caressing Tony's chest and pulling at his nipples with sweaty fingers. He worked the hard nubs until they were dark pink and sore as hell, and all the while Tony was rocking his ass back on Gibbs' cock, and making mewling noises.

"Tell me how much you want this, how you love my cock stuffed in your ass. Tell me how a fuck-slut like you stayed a virgin for so long. Huh? You finger yourself when you're in bed at night? You wish it was something big and hot, don't you? Well now you've got me, the real thing, and my cock is the only cock you'll ever know. You understand?"

"Yes," Tony gasped, not caring that Gibbs called him names. He was a fuck-slut and, he was sure, far worse. "God, yes!" Gibbs pinched and twisted his nipples cruelly, leaving Tony breathing harshly and begging for him to stop because, "I'm going to come. Please, please!" He would too, just from the pain in his nipples; it went straight to his dick.

"You don't come until I say you can," Gibbs ordered. By the time he finished playing with Tony's nipples, Tony was crying for real. He hadn't come though.

Gibbs soothed him, licked at his tears, and Tony could feel him smiling against his cheek. "Good boy," Gibbs said softly. His hand slid down Tony's chest to his belly, taking his erect, swollen cock between his thumb and two fingers. His fingers rubbed up and down the shaft, his touch light until Tony started to thrust. Gibbs rubbed his palm over the sensitive head, sending Tony through the roof.

Tony wished he could stop moaning. He wished the edge of the sink wasn't pressing so hard into his stomach, and that they had a nice soft bed to collapse upon, because his legs were shaking and about to give out at any moment. But Gibbs relentlessly pounded into him, his huge cock brushing against that spot with every thrust.

With a ragged moan, Tony closed his eyes, wondering vaguely how this could even be happening. He had wanted Gibbs with a distant, safe kind of lust for years. Even while he was attracted to the man, he always knew exactly where the boundaries were. He could deal with the heartache of unrequited love, but this? This was far worse. This was an act of greed, not love, and even if he'd played into it, had responded with equal passion, it could not possibly endure. This was likely to be the first and last time they ever had sex, no matter what Gibbs had said.

Gibbs thrust erratically, stiffened and ejaculated deep inside Tony, grinding out, "Damn it, fucking damn it! Tony!" His hand tightened around Tony's cock and Tony came hard, spurting all over the kitchen sink.

Breathing heavily, Gibbs clung to him, practically holding them both up. Eventually he moved back enough for his softening cock to slide out. Tony tried to get his bearings and wobbled a little, but Gibbs caught him around the waist and hugged him from behind, his chin hard against Tony's shoulder.

"Fuck," said Tony, laughing in a mixture of amazement, relief, and satisfaction.

Gibbs grunted, "Fuck," agreeing with him.

There was come and lube trickling down Tony's thighs, but Gibbs was hanging onto him pretty tight, so it didn't look like he was in any hurry to clean up. Tony stood there, enjoying being held by Gibbs' strong arms, absently looking through the window over the sink. It was getting dark and the light from the kitchen spilled across the patio and touched the brick barbeque Gibbs had built himself last summer. A slight movement caught Tony's eye and he looked up.

Just beyond the thick bushes that marked the perimeter of Gibbs' property, he could see the neighbor's house, and standing at an upstairs window was a man and a woman, staring straight down at him.

Tony could make out that the next-door neighbors' eyes were wide and their hands were covering their mouths. They were laughing. With dawning horror, Tony realized that they had been watching him and Gibbs going at it for the last twenty minutes. And what was worse, they had obviously enjoyed the free entertainment.

"Gibbs…" Tony's voice rose in panic. "Gibbs?"

"What?"

"Your neighbors," Tony said urgently, motioning towards the window right in front of them.

Gibbs groaned, "Aw, hell," and reached past Tony to pull down the blind.

Tony turned, upset and shaking with anger, to confront Gibbs.

Gibbs ran a hand through his hair, almost sheepishly. His face and neck were flushed. "Forgot," he mumbled. "They're sorta nosy."

"What? You knew they might–? You knew your neighbors like to watch?" The idea of a third party watching them having sex made Tony break out in a cold sweat. Thinking he was going to lose his dinner, he turned back to the sink.

Gibbs reached out – to comfort, to appease him, maybe? – but Tony pushed him away. He glared at Gibbs and muttered in a low, dangerous tone, "Don't!" Deciding he wasn't going to throw up after all, he grabbed a few sheets of paper towels to clean up the back of his thighs. He was embarrassed to find his hand was shaking.

Gibbs said, "Let me," and took the paper towels from Tony's hand. He ran some warm water and moistened them, then gently cleaned Tony up.

Tony stood stiffly while avoiding looking at him.

When Gibbs had finished and tossed the paper towels in the trash, Tony started to move away, but Gibbs wrapped his arms around him from behind and whispered into Tony's neck, "Don't go." Gibbs' breath was hot and his voice sexy, but Tony was annoyed that he could be so angry with Gibbs and yet the man still had the power to make him weak in the knees.

"Don't go?" Tony questioned harshly. "You think I want to stick around after this? Let go of me."

"Don't go." Gibbs slowly ran his hands across Tony's belly and chest, a gesture meant to calm and appease. He said succinctly, "Do not go anywhere."

Tony turned within Gibbs' arms, and was puzzled to see a look of unease in his blue eyes. "I can't go home?" Tony asked.

Gibbs abruptly sighed, and said, "No, I… I mean, don't leave. Don't go to… away."

"Why would I…?" Then it dawned on Tony that Gibbs believed that he had inherited some of Uncle Clive's estate. And if he were rich, he'd quit and move away. That's what everyone would assume, and why wouldn't they? And that was why Gibbs had been giving him those odd looks since Tony had received the phone call from his uncle's solicitor.

Gibbs was afraid of losing him.

At that realization, a warm feeling blossomed in Tony's chest. "So you only made a move on me because you thought I was leaving?"

Gibbs ran a hand up and down Tony's arm and settled his hand on the side of his neck, clasping it gently. "Yeah."

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Would you have ever… let me know how you feel if this inheritance hadn't come up?"

"I thought you knew," Gibbs said lamely, shifting his feet and looking away momentarily.

"Knew?" Tony didn't know when he'd seen Gibbs appear so uncomfortable.

"That I… liked you," Gibbs said, caressing Tony's cheek before letting his hand drop to his bare hip. "Like this, outside work."

"How the hell would I know? I didn't know. I didn't even…"

"Didn't what?" Gibbs asked with a frown.

"I didn't consider it was a possibility," Tony said stiffly.

Gibbs looked hopeful. "That mean you thought about it? About us?"

"Maybe," Tony allowed.

Gibbs stared into Tony's eyes before asking, "But it's a possibility now?"

Tony snapped, "You mean that we're going to fuck again?"

Gibbs' cheeks colored and he shifted his weight. As he was still holding onto Tony, it was a bit like a dance move, and Tony moved with him. Gibbs looked down and Tony followed the direction of his eyes. Their flaccid penises rubbed against each other, but with just the slightest amount of friction they started to harden. Gibbs smirked, and Tony reluctantly smiled. "That'd be good, more fucking, and maybe we could do something more," said Gibbs. "If you're stayin', that is."

"Something more? Like what?" Tony asked.

Gibbs fidgeted, which only made their cocks harden even more. He let out a huff of breath and said in a quiet voice, "You know, get close."

Tony waited. He enjoyed seeing Gibbs squirm.

With a sigh, Gibbs said, "Hell, you know I care about you, DiNozzo and I want us to…to be together. Like this, but… maybe go out or something. I don't know, grab some dinner, listen to some music?"

"Uh-huh. So what you're saying is that you want to date me?"

Gibbs frowned for a moment. "Yeah, I guess. I could do that."

"Well, don't force yourself," Tony said sourly. "If you just want to fuck me, say so."

Blue eyes stared at Tony, and Gibbs looked affronted. "I do want to fuck you, but I want more. I want… I want us to try to… you know, have a… I guess you'd call it a relationship."

Oh my God, had Gibbs just said he wanted a relationship? Tony waited a long time before replying. The way Gibbs had asked him if he'd go out with him was backhanded at best. Not exactly romantic. But still, the sex had been pretty hot, and there was no doubt that Gibbs had desired him. He had said he cared about him, but what did that mean? Like fuck-buddies, or friends, or something more? "A relationship?" Tony inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"You gonna make me say it again?" Gibbs replied, narrowing his eyes.

Tony couldn't help smiling at Gibbs' exasperated tone. "I just might."

Gibbs snorted. "I'd like to take you out on a date. Is tomorrow too soon?"

"Yes, Gibbs, I would like to go out with you. And I'd like to have a try at a relationship." Tony laughed, suddenly giddy. "Wow, sure. We're going to go out together. Yeah, we can do this." Tony found it endearing that Gibbs had soldiered through and had actually asked him out, even though he'd obviously found it difficult to get the words out. Gibbs had had no trouble speaking up when they were having sex though. If they were really going to embark upon a relationship, they were both going to have to learn to open up, to be truthful to each other. He couldn't allow his own fears to get in the way – this was too important to screw up over his concern about being outed. Gibbs was too important.

Once Tony made the decision, everything was different; the world was cast in a warm, all-encompassing light. With a fond laugh, Tony gave Gibbs a big hug and assured him, "I really did not inherit any money, and I'm not going anywhere. I don't need Uncle Clive's money, anyway, because I've got you. And that's better than any amount of cash, even better than a Ferrari."

That brought out a smile on Gibbs' face, finally, and it was a wondrous sight.

"Damned right it is," Gibbs agreed.

He leaned in to kiss Tony, but Tony averted his mouth and said firmly, "Next time, you pull the shades down first." Gibbs nodded and they kissed. It didn't take long for Tony's dick to harden again, and he could tell Gibbs was as eager as he was. He pulled away from Gibbs' insistent lips and said, "I want my first time making love with you to be in a bed."

"You can't perform under pressure?" Gibbs asked with a crooked smile, nodding in the direction of the shaded window.

"This time it's going to be a private performance."

Gibbs's smile broadened. He stripped off his t-shirt and gave Tony an eyeful of graying chest hairs and a couple of dusky pink nipples, before wrapping his fingers around Tony's wrist and pulling him upstairs and into the bedroom. Ever so slowly, Gibbs made love to Tony with his hands, his mouth and his heart, until he extracted a long, exultant shout from Tony that not only they, but Gibbs' neighbors as well, would remember for a very long time.

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