AN: Posting a second chp today. But only bc you guys asked for it! As I've already told you, this is rather intense. OOC of course and well, you've been warned. Thank you for taking the time to review.

EDIT: Clearing things up a little. That one PM was keeping me from going to sleep for the past 2 hours. Italics mean dream and italics plus bold, answering machine.

Chp.4

Tony had just gotten home after getting his car from the bar he'd left it at last night. The little red light on his answering machine was blinking. He hit it and then went into his kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water.

"You have 4 new messages. Message 1. Friday. September 25. 8.30 pm."

PEEP

"Toooooony!" 'Abby.' He grinned. "I just wanted to see if you're alright, but I guess you are. Since you're not home and all, I guess you're out. Or maybe you're home and just don't want to talk to me? But you wouldn't do that right. I mean -" The machine clicked once.

"Message 2. Friday. September 25. 8.32 pm."

PEEP

"That thing hung up on me! I gotta talk faster. Anyway, we're at the bar and yes, I'm a little drunk, but no, I'm not driving. McGee's gonna take me home. Not his home, of course, but home anyway. Ziva and Ducky and Jimmy are here, too. Maybe you wanna come, but you're not home, so I don't think you'll hear this before -"

"Message 3. Friday. September 25. 8.35 pm."

PEEP

"Okay, seriously! This is pissing me off! No, McGee, I will not calm down! This thing's hanging up on me all the time!" Tony had to laugh at her outburst and the face he imagined their youngest agent had been wearing. "I hope you're okay, Baby, if not, you call me. Right away. And that's an order! Love you, Hotshot!" Click.

Tony stretched and walked over to his movie shelf. He should just take it easy today. His head was still killing him and his butt wasn't any better off.

"Message 4. Friday. September 25. 11.03 pm."

PEEP

"Hey, Tony, it's Alicia." Tony groaned loudly at that. He hadn't seen nor spoken to that woman, since he'd last been with her about 3 weeks ago. And he had no intention of seeing her again.

"I should really stop giving out my number." He mumbled.

"I'm sorry I haven't called before, my stupid roommate hid your number, because she was jealous." He kept looking through his shelf. His eyes lingering on Something's Gotta Give, but he really wasn't in the mood for a romantic comedy. "You're all I'm thinking of. Call me at this number." She rattled off some numbers, but Tony was trying to decide if he should watch Fight Club or The Departed. "Can't wait to see you again, Loverboy."

Tony frowned. "Note to myself: I should really stop giving out my number." He said again, this time a little louder. Then he took The Departed out of his shelf.

"Ya think, Loverboy."

The Italian shot around and dropped the DVD in shock. He really hadn't expected to see the older man anytime soon.

"What are you doing here? We catch a case?" Tony asked, fearing the answer.

Gibbs just glared at him. The tension in the room was thick. You could say you could cut it with a knife. Just when Tony thought up an excuse to leave, his landline began to ring. He thought a second about picking it up, but that meant standing a lot closer to Gibbs as he wanted to right now. The look on the older man's face scared him a little.

The answering machine cut in. You could hear the theme music from James Bond playing. "Hello. My name is DiNozzo, Tony DiNozzo, code number 324-5628." The Italian spoke in his best Sean Connery voice. "I am sorry I cannot take your call, but I am on an international mission involving the theft of gold plated Spam. Leave a message after the tone, and should I survive my mission, I will call you back. Ciao babies!"

The younger agent cleared his throat. His cheeks turning slightly pink under the gaze of Gibbs'.

"Heeey, Tony. It's me again. I miss you. I might need to call your answering machine just to hear that sexy voice of yours. Call me." Click.

Tony bent down and picked up the DVD he had dropped earlier. "So... uh, case?"

The lead agent walked over to where the Italian, now taking a step backwards, was standing. Tony's heart beat increased. He had to swallow hard at the look in the older man's eyes. He couldn't quite place it. But the man did look angry for sure.

"I... uh..." He stammered, not really knowing what to say.

Gibbs slammed him into the wall, pressing his body against the other man. His hard erection digging into the younger man's thigh. Then he crashed his mouth to the Italian's, knocking his head against the wall. Tony moaned, parting his lips and the older man slipped his tongue inside. The ex-marine unbuttoned his jeans, getting his hard cock out and pumping it a few times in his fist.

He pulled the younger man's head back by his hair. "Knees."

"What?" Tony asked, confused.

Gibbs put his hands on the younger man's shoulders, pushing him to the wooden floor. Tony came face to face with the firm piece of flesh that had pounded him into the mattress just a few hours earlier. His mouth opened in shock on how big the older man really was. The ex-marine used the surprise and pushed his cock between the warm lips. Tony felt as if suffocated. He had never performed oral sex on a man. Up until a few hours ago, the Italian hadn't done anything with another man, excluding the tonguing with the he/she on the Voss case. He wasn't sure how to breathe around the intrusion and he had to try really hard not to start gagging.

The senior agent pushed forward, testing how far he could go. He had both his hands on either side on the younger man's head, holding him in place. "Breathe through your nose." He pulled out and then pushed back into the wetness, groaning when he felt Tony's throat constricting. Gibbs fucked his mouth in a slow and steady rhythm for a few minutes and the young man was taking it all without gagging uncontrollably. The agent pulled his cock out of the younger man's mouth, leaving Tony slightly breathless.

"Get up." He commanded and the Italian scrambled to his feet. The older man skillfully undid his lover's belt, pushing his pants down and bending him over the back of the couch. Spreading the kid's legs, he lined up his cock and pushed home in one swift movement.

Tony hissed at the pain in his still tender butt, but he could already feel himself harden, knowing that the more than just attractive silver-haired man was fucking him again.

It was just like the night before. Fast, hard and incredibly hot and Tony was practically drooling. It wouldn't take him long to come all over his beige couch. It occurred to him that he'd never come as hard as he had with the older man. That thought alone made his balls tighten. Tony put his hand to his hair, pulling, remembering how it had turned him on when Gibbs had done it. The young man groaned and pushed back onto the thick shaft.

The ex-marine grunted, pounding harder into the tight hole, his balls now slapping in a staccato rhythm against the firm flesh of the younger man's ass. It took only a few more pounds, hitting the right spot a couple of times, before Tony, without ever touching his cock, came all over the back of the couch, releasing a long moan.

Gibbs rammed into his ass a few more times, before shooting his load deep into the young man, who was hanging limply over his sofa. Then he pulled out, panting slightly. He grabbed his boxers and slacks and pulled them back up, buckling his belt.

"Uh..." Tony moaned, pushing himself from the bend over position he was currently in. His pants were under the curve of his ass, so he got dressed again, not bothering to button them. He cleared his throat. "Uhm... I'm gonna grab a shower..." He trailed off, waiting if the older man wanted to reply with something. "Just... make yourself at home."

When he emerged from his bathroom fifteen minutes later, Gibbs had already left.