(Three Weeks Later)
+Kort+
We have found a nice place here,in this little is somewhat old and it also needs repairs, but...who cares! Cabo Polonio hasn't electricity (We use a generator for the indispensable needs), nor mobile phone signals, or internet. The water comes from an old cistern and the wood supplies our necessities when it comes to cook. It shall be useful also to warm us in the Autumn and Winter (it is still Summer here, since we are in the opposite hemisphere). We are just beside the old lighthouse and I have offered my services as the lighthouse keeper, for free. I have no need of any kind of payment. I bought a Land Rover, for to be able to go to the nearest town (that is called Rocha) to retire the funds we have.
A local little Store supplies us with all what is necessary for our maintenance: food, oil for the lamps, beverages, tobacco... We go fishing and I have a good time talking to the old fishermen, sometimes in English (there are many compatriots living there), sometimes in the soft Spanish cantilene that characterises the speech of the Río de la Plata. We have even learned how to drink from the 'mate'! And Jethro enjoys it a lot, since it contains double dose of caffeine, more than coffee!
Jethro watches me riding our horse (I decided that it was time for me to have one!), while Milord runs with me and we play races, that inevitably end having us both entangled in Jethro's arms.
At night we go for walks, as the stars of this side of the World are even more numerous than the ones in the northern hemisphere. "See, the Southern Cross, the old guide of the navigators...it indicates the polar route and it is said that it blesses what it enlightens"
He smiles "I know. I was a Marine"
"No Jethro, you ARE a Marine. Always"
+Gibbs+
I sigh in happiness as I watch Thomas leave on Silva with Milord running beside the friendly Stallion. I shake my head as I wheel myself up the ramp into our Cabin.
An hour later, I look up as I hear an engine and frown (It's rather early for Thomas to be back) with that I wheel myself up to the door and look in shock at the two men that enter "Tom? Jarvis? What are you both doing here?"
+Kort+
I enjoy my ride as I used to do in those distant days, when I could afford to have a horse, finally in the 'Siravo's manor' (thus I personally chose that old horse ranch to place the Siravo's humbug, accordingly with Perry, obviously...haha...the poor fat man never could climb a horse without the help of a little footstool!). I can see all of that like behind a curtain of huge mist, now...and, hopefully, it shall disappear definitively with the pass of time. When I rise my eye, putting a hand before my gaze to avoid the last rays of the Sunlight, I can see that strange vehicle parked beside our Cabin, just in the place where Jethro does his woodcarving (yes, he is building a new boat!).
What the hell...?! A black Sedan with an...American car license plate? What the heck?! I whip up 'Silva'...and run towards the unlooked-for, mysterious newcomers.
+Gibbs+
I gaze between the two men and frown "What are you both doing here?" my eyes slit in cautiousness as I spot Tom locking the only exit
"I am Sorry Jethro...I really am"
I wheel myself backwards as I glance from one man to the other "It was you two...wasn't it? You both sent Thomas to kill me!"
Jarvis shrugs "He was the best, but somehow...yet again, you escaped death!"
I slit my eyes "I didn't escape...we fell in love!"
Tom looks at me in shock "Love? But...but you are straight!?"
A huff escapes my chest "I'm Bi, but lately men have been more my type...but I shall not have another after Thomas"
"You love that killer? That man that would kill for money!?"
I nod and smirk "I love him Tom...like I did Shannon"
Jarvis growls and reveals a knife "Enough! You will die!"
I quickly roll myself back...only to watch in shock as Tom attempts to stops Jarvis. I cringe as Jarvis stabs my former Boss and I feel Toms blood splatter my face as he drops dead infront of me
"Now your death shall be my greatest victory!" with that Jarvis walks closer while baring the knife
+Kort+
I have seen the previous scene, I couldn't do anything to save the old Tom...Jarvis was very fast! Now, Trent Kort, call for your hidden assassin! And quickly! I dismount and make a signal to Milord, to stay and the poor thing obeys, with those eyes that have no idea of what is about to happen to one of her beloved Owners. I creep in the dunes...I am the snake again...and I fortunately, I always keep my knife, the old philippine daga...a memento, a memory of that bastard of Jarek! His heritage shall be now more useful than ever! And, just in the very moment when Jarvis, jumping over the poor disabled man in the wheelchair, is about to cut his throat, I pounce on him and sink the knife in his back.
His last word is accompanied with a misty glance directed towards my face and a question "Kort?! You...?!"
"Yes, It's me" I silently clean the knife in a mound of weeds and state, very quietly, to Jethro, who is already with his eyes fixed on Tom Morrow's corpse "Let's enter the house and call the police"
"What...what shall happen now?" Jethro asks
"We behaved in pure self defence. At any rate, it's me the one they shall blame...as you are a poor disabled man, incapable of to defend yourself. I did what I did...to protect you"
+Gibbs+
I narrow my eyes and snatch his knife from him before cleaning the weapon "I have a better idea" with that I wheel myself out of my Shed and into the open. I glance around and sigh "Tom has no Family...has no Friends other than myself"
Thomas frowns and cocks his head to one side "And Jarvis?"
A smirk crosses my face "He has recently been sacked...no Family and/or Friends" I turn to gaze at him and shrug "Why don't we bury the bodies and destroy the evidence that they were ever here?"
+Kort+
I look at him in astonishment. This is a statement that could be considered natural when coming from one like me...but...from the punctilious, honourable, upright decent former Gunnery Sergeant and Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs!? (It must be the change of hemisphere!)
"Don't look so dubitative, Trent" he says "I've done things like this in several opportunities...I killed the man who murdered my Wife and Daughter, in cold blood"
"Well, but that was a justified and justifiable revenge" I cut, still hesitatingly.
"Well, this is the same and even more: a justifiable and justified self defense"
He has annihilated my protests with his words...and I feel the old trickster that, inspite of everything, everlasts inside me, coming out again. We decide finally to throw the bodies into the Sea
"The boat shall be ready in one hour, or an hour and a half" he says, with a cold blooded countenance that I must admire, since I thought I was the only one capable of to react this way "Since Tom Morrow was my Boss and a good man, in spite of everything they compelled him to do...I shall pray for his Soul" Saying that, while holding the tools to finish his task, he closes his eyes and mumbles a prayer.
I have forgotten how to do it, but I also close my eyes, accompanying his almost religious unction with respectful silence.
(Later)
+Gibbs+
I breath in the sweet salty air and smile as I close my eyes (You were born for the Sea) before turning to gaze at Thomas, thankful for the fact he has rented this Boat and allowed me to take over the wheel. A huff escaped my chest as I turn to Starboard and move into a quiet area "Drop anchor...and weigh down the bodies" I smile at the way his eyes darken in arousal at my cold tone and I give him a thoughtful look as he does as I say
+Kort+
We gaze into the Sea where the bodies sink, it's time to get rid of the vehicle, the black Sedan. We must return to our beach...but Jethro stops me, grabbing me by my arm
"Make love to me here, on the Sea...make love to me while the Dawn is approaching"
I nod and begin to strip. The cold breeze gives me goosebumps and his eyes look almost totally black when contemplating the little mounds that the gelid air provokes all over my skin.
"You're beautiful" he mumbles.
"Nah...It is the last ray of Moonlight and the first colour of the Dawn what makes you think this way...I'm a common man, a simple man whose reputation got transformed by a bad choice. You, on the contrary...you are an inner beauty outside...and also on the inside" I lean over him and he captures my mouth. I handle him and help him to get up, carrying his body and placing him on the boat's surface. I spread his legs, since he can't move and place them on my shoulders. A last star falls down bringing us the opportunity of to ask for a wish. A whimsical, early lark flies around..and the odour of the salty water gets attached to my nostrils. I breathe in the air and in the salt and cover him with my body as if it were a flesh blanket.
"Enter me...penetrate me, Thomas. Make me feel what you feel..."
It is like a plea amidst the foam. I do as he is asking for, without more preambles and he wrapped by his tremendously arousing heat "I want it lasting forever" I say, when beginning to move, knowing very well where that powerful spot of pleasure is located.
He caresses my furred chest, where some silver threads announce that the almost everlasting Trent Kort is arriving to his more than mature age.
"Slowly, so slowly...Leroy, you deserve to be loved, without any kind of haste. Because you're like the Sea: you always are and shall be here and there, surrounding this solitary island of mine...I was a lonely piece of dry land, Leroy...I had no liaisons, no Hope, no Future, no Soul...You gave me back everything and more" He moans his enjoyment while I move, because his lips are ajar and I know he loves the silence only interrupted by his own soft whines...and he loves the sound of my voice interrupting, breaking the silence we have created.
+Gibbs+
My moans echos off the water and fade into the distance as Thomas gives me the ultimate pleasure...I know it is wrong...we should have reported the
deaths...but this feels wonderful! The cold breeze against the heat of my Lover...I am in Heaven.
Thomas slowly rocks into me, making my pleasure increase.
I gaze up with black eyes and smile "Cum...cum in me, my Love...let it go" he follows the order with a growl and I sigh as I release my own climax, splattering my chest. I chuckle as he lowers my legs from his shoulders before curling up on my chest and covering us both with a blanket. I run my hand over his back "We shall become stuck together if we don't get cleaned up"
He shrugs and yawns before pressing tighter "Don't care...we are stuck together anyway!" with that he slips into a doze.
A smile crosses my face as I kiss his cheek and join him into the darkness of sleep
+Kort+
When I open my eyes, the Sun is rising and there are some obscure clouds that bring a promise of rain. I softly shake his body, that lies beneath me, while contemplating his astonishing beauty, his striking perfection.
His chest goes up and down in a tranquil movement of breathing...but he awakes and smiles at me "Good Morning..."
"Morning, Leroy. We have slept for, at least, two hours, or maybe three...as I foresee a storm is approaching, I think that it ¡s better if we head back to the shore"
He scrutinizes the sky with those eyes that have been trained for the Sniper task, a hard task, indeed! And replies "Yes, you're right...it is best to head back" He rises his head, slightly, and looks at the Sea...where the foam is like a blanket of pure milk and mumbles "Farewell, Tom...I am so Sorry...so Sorry!"
+Gibbs+
I sit in my chair, allowing Thomas to clean me up before helping me get dressed as I gaze out along the water (You feel guilt over hiding his death...but if people find out, others may want to have a go at us! How high does this mission go? To the SecNav...or somewhere else! Tom wasn't even at NCIS or the CIA...so is it more than our two previous places of Employment?). I jump out of my thought as Thomas touches my shoulder
"I don't know how to drive a boat...you'll have to take us to land, I'll clean up"
A small smile crosses my face and I tug him down for a kiss before letting him pass, slapping his rear as he goes and chuckle at the raised eyebrow I receive as I take the wheel.
+NCIS+
I wait until Thomas is in the car before asking "Did you burn them?"
He nods "Yes...our clothes are now ashes"
I relax and stroke Milords soft fur as Thomas drives...but halfway home, I frown as I get the feeling of being watched and I glance around "Thomas...I think we are being followed"
+Kort+
I perceive a strange presence, like when during a film, the spectator knows that something shall happen. It is the vague feeling of to be effectively observed by someone...It is the feeling of the unknown that is about to come out "Yes, I sense the same. Better if we turn around and go through the dunes, whoever they could be...they are is surely strangers and they don't know what we have learned: how to manage ourselves in the sandhills" Saying that, I do as I've stated, behold, we come face to face with another black Sedan. Driving it, a very well known face.
"Thomas...Isn't that?"
"Yes, it is"
"What is he doing here!? Did he follow Morrow and Jarvis?"
I also spot another very well known face in the passenger side "We shall have an interesting re-encounter, Leroy, I guess..."
+Gibbs+
I grab the 'oh shit' handle as Thomas sharply spins the truck before putting his foot down. I quickly tug Milord into my arms and wrap the seatbelt around her as we enter the dangerous route back to our Cabin
+Kort+
I can't believe they discovered our hideout! But, at any rate...we don't have anything to hide anymore! For me, they can come and ask and attempt to arrest us...they won't have no proof or no evidence for to be able to do that! I decide to go face them. Thus, I pull the car over, braking just before their car, in a clear move of defiance and they behave as I've expected: they also brake. I exit the car, leaving an astonished Jethro inside "I'll be back soon" I warn him "Stay here and do what you know to do if necessary" this last statement has been a clear allusion to his Sniper's skills, because I hand him one of my two guns, the infamous Luger 45, keeping for me only the Glock nine millimeters
"Well, Gentlemen...what is all of this for?" I ask, when I see DiNozzo and his Companion getting out of the car.
"On the contrary of all what you could believe, Kort, we are here to protect you both"
I laugh "Since when we have needed protection, DiNozzo?"
"Since the bastards of the CIA, Homeland Security and the former Secretary of the Navy have decided you both know too much, you one eyed teabag!"
"You can retrace your steps, pizza-boy...we are fine"
+Gibbs+
I slit my eyes in annoyance as I have no choice but to sit here and wait for Thomas to come back (Stupid legs!). I watch as Tony and Thomas chat to one another and I hold the weapon close as I watch them argue (At least we have cleaned up all the evidence...except the Sedan, but that could have arrived while we were out!).
Milord wiggles as she tries to get free from the tight grip.
A chuckle escapes my chest as I let Milord settle on my lap and I softly stroke her fur while watching Thomas as he comes back to the truck after talking to Tony
+Kort+
I must calm him "Everything is clear like crystal now. We can head back to our Cabin, as people shan't disturb us anymore" I know he senses that perhaps Tony and Dorneget knew what we have done. "See, Leroy: I understand how you feel and of course can read your thoughts. If they know, they surely dont care, because they were after it or not, to protect us"
"Who sent them?"
"Leon Vance, who is now the new Secretary of the Navy"
He looks at me, astonished "And...and who runs NCIS?" His question is full of a natural fear, because he knows very well about the others unfitness.
"Your geek"
"McGee?!"
"Yes. A strange choice, isn't it? But perhaps this is what they needed, a piece of living electronic devices ruling above their heads...after all, they use their heads to comb their hair and nothing more! Rarely to think!"
He laughs and I feel content.
I caress Milord and give her a treat. In the meanwhile, we can hear clearly a gunshot followed by another and another. I press the accelerator "I think those two are in trouble..."
"What?"
"I think they weren't the only ones to follow us!"
He looks at me with a questioning gaze that can't be more desperate "Who, Thomas? Who?"
"CIA"
+Gibbs+
I grab hold of Milord as she panics at the noise and I hold her close "Thomas! Get us out of here! I have already lost one Daughter...I don't want to lose another!"
He gives me a sideways glance and nods "Yes, we shall head back to our Cabin" with that he glances into the rearview mirror "That Brat and his Companion are following...it looks like they have taken out the Operatives and are following us"
I nod as I gently calm down a panicked, whimpering Milord "Lets just get home and sort out a plan of action"
+Kort+
I arrive to the Cabin in record time. I help Jethro to get out: he is embracing Milord with desperate possessiveness, like if he would want to avoid her any kind of pain or fear. He is a real Father, he was born to become Father of everything he touches...I, on the contrary was born to remain sterile, like one of these dry fields that never grow a flower...like an old petrified trunk, a tree that bears no fruit.
DiNozzo and Dorneget are just behind us.
A last shot resounds in the air and I can see how the younger Agent interposes his body between the shooter and myself, almost at the same time I fire, putting down the Bastard...while Jethro fires and kills the other.
The young Dorneget is covered by blood.
"Leroy! Please! Go with DiNozzo, inside the Cabin..." I turn to the Italian "You, pizza-boy...help him to pick up the disinfectant, the gauze and the bandages! This young man is bleeding a lot and I need to attempt to cut the hemorrhagia!"
The Italian does as I say, muttering to surely curses the fact he is about to help me...but he is really about to help his Companion.
I lean over the young Agent "Ned, hold on! Please! We shall help you..." I examine the wound and note that the injury is fatal, his abdominal aorta is served...the poor young man has only scarce minutes left...
He smiles when he looks at me; maybe he can't see me clearly? But he mumbles "You...you said we wouldn't meet again"
"Well, Ned, I was wrong. Please, hold on"
He shakes his head, sadly "You...you al-already know that...it is...lethal, yes?" He asks and I, for the first time in all my life of hired assassin, have no words to respond
"Ned..." I begin to say.
He keeps his sad smile "D-Don't worry. It is a honour for me...to..d-die in your arms. It is...an...unexpected honour"
"Honour?"
He whispers "I-I..."
"Don't say it"
He is dying and I, in a strange gesture of mercy I can't recognise in one like myself, lean over him and caress the humid locks that surround his forehead.
He begs for something in that extreme moment and I understand.
I go and kiss his still smiling lips, softly, so softly as if I were really given my last farewell to a beloved Soul. I take his last breathing in my mouth and I am not ashamed to recognise that I am crying...(Alfred!)
+Gibbs+
I wheel myself indoors and gesture to Tony the first aid box before gazing out the window at Thomas...and sigh in grief as I note the defeated posture
"Tony, Tony Stop"
Tony frowns at me "Dorny is dying! I need to get this to the Sod!"
I reach out and take his arm "Dorneget is dead...you and I both know that you rarely would survive a wound like that"
His eyes fill with tears as he gazes out the window "He...he is d-dead?" at my nod, he collapses and I only just manage to grab him.
My eyes close in grief as I let Tony cry into my chest and I let my own tears fall while Milord tips her head back and lets out a mournful howl
+Kort+
I leave the now definitively silent mouth, that is already warm and contemplate the softened features, the constant smile...he reminds me of Alfred, but, I must say that he reminds me much more of Hiram, my little Brother, who died with a smile and also in my arms. I softly rock the dead body, because I know he really loved me (He loved me! He must have been an Angel...he died Virgin because he couldn't be mine!). And I am sure that my mouth was the only one who kissed his now irremediably closed lips. I turn my heels and go to ask DiNozzo "DiNozzo...does he have any Family?"
"No...since I know, his Father died in the line of Duty and his Mother died almost immediately after...he has no Siblings"
"We have no mobile phone signals here, you should go to the nearby village, Rocha and call Director McGee and Secretary Vance"
DiNozzo nods and just when he is about to leave, he turns to look at us and questions "Did those two Bastards...die?" Noticing our affirmative gesture, he already dares to ask "Who?"
I don't hesitate "I did, as you very well know...Jethro can't move"
DiNozzo thinks for a moment, then he shakes his head "I think...I think that it was an unfortunate accident" and saying that, he goes away...taking the dead body of his young friend.
+Gibbs+
I watch Tony leave us and sigh as I gaze up into the darkening sky (What Sins have I committed to end up in this shit!?). I turn to glance at the splattering of blood, where the young innocent kid died...and feel the familiar stirrings of guilt (He wasn't even thirty...way to young to die, unlike yourself!) with that depressing thought in mind, I wheel myself down the pathway to spend some time alone with my thoughts, trying to decide if I should just put an end to it all...with my death
+Kort+
I'm afraid.
I didn't know the feeling...I never was able to feel fear in the way I'm experiencing it now.
It is weird...rare, so rare!
I'm afraid for him.
I foresee he is thinking of something foolish, of something crazy...I know the look of desperation in his eyes, he is unreadable for anyone else...but I've learnt how to disentangle the complexity of his thoughts. He feels guilt...and he shouldn't. If there is anyone to blame for this, this one is me. I am this one, the cold blooded hitman, the man with no country, with no religion, with no faith...a man whose humanity resides only in his features. I look like human, but I always thought I wasn't.
Who am I?
What am I?
I can't answer to this question...I have only one point of reference: my love for him. And this is the only real entity I can perceive...maybe the only one I've ever perceived?
+Gibbs+
I can feel his fear and his worry for me...and I sigh as I gaze back at him. I spot the lost expression and whistle to grab his attention. A sad smile crosses my face as he hesitantly and slowly walks over to me.
He looks me in the eyes and lets a tear fall "Don't leave me...please, never leave me" with that he collapses and buries his face into my lap, as he cries out his grief and fear.
I sigh and gently stroke his back before letting my silent tears drop (He needs you...you cannot leave him, you are still needed) with that thought in mind, I nod "I shall never leave you, Thomas Trent Kort...never"
+Kort+
I've always understood the real meaning of pain, it began so many years ago and it has resulted in this unfathomable grief. Everything that will happen from now on...the statements...the investigations...the one thousand one intricacies that the Case shall take (Especially if DiNozzo wants to involve me and to exonerate Jethro) is a mere matter of anecdotic discourse. I can take the blame, if there is any, I could leave Jethro in peace. Maybe, who knows? Maybe DiNozzo already has a secret hope. But, to my astonishment (or not), once more, Jethro demonstrates his innate capability to read minds, hearts and Souls
"Don't you dare!" He embraces me with a strength that comes directly from his own desperation "Don't you dare to blame yourself for anything...anymore! If there is one to blame for all of this...this one is-"
"No!" I take his face in between my hands, rubbing my thumbs against his humid cheeks "Never! Together, living or dying...but together!"
+Gibbs+
I sigh as I glance up to the darkening sky and shiver at the cold breeze "Lets head inside...before deciding what we should do"
He nods and takes the handles to my chair and wheels me inside before picking me up and placing me on the bed. He strips me out of my clothes, as I watch and then strips himself before curling up ontop of my chest.
I run my hand over his muscular back as I think through my options...and a small smirk crosses my face as an idea comes to plan. I gently shake my Lover awake "Thomas...seeing as everyone wants us dead, why don't we fake our deaths? We could get Tonys and NCIS help, as I am an ex-Marine and so, they would investigate my death...and yours as you will be beside me! What do you think? It may be the only way to be free..."
+Kort+
He is so brilliant...and he sometimes seems to not take notice of this "I had thought of the same fact, I faked my own death in Israel...only those treacherous Companions of mine knew the truth and they were in on the conspiracy, too. I realised it too late, perhaps"
"It's never too late, Thomas, we have our false names, already legitimated by our false passports"
I think for an instant and then, I get out of bed, going to the nearby table and opening an old box "Here we already have our real identification, maybe we should leave them somewhere...but...where? This is the Polonio, this is one of the most isolated places of the World! There shan't be another place like this for us and we are...we were happy until the moment these Bastards appeared! But we shall be happy again...but...where could we leave the real documents, beside some false evidence? Should we leave this Cabin? And..where shall we go?"
He thinks for a moment, lighting a cigarette, while I stand up and go to prepare some tea and coffee. Suddenly, he smile and his smile widens even more when he pronounces these words "We shall leave the 'proof' in my boat"
+Gibbs+
I watch his eyes darken in arousal of my cold tone and inwardly smirks (He likes this cold side of your personality...the side you keep hidden from others, who fear and run at the sight). I give him a cruel smile "We shall take the boat out to Sea...with our clothes and Papers. We shall then fire onto the boat, piercing the frame with bullets and then splatter our blood...but we shall need to leave my chair, as we can make it look like we were killed and chucked over board" my smile widens as I watch him flex his hips, his cock leaking at my cold words and I shrug before taking myself in hand "But first...we shall leave a 'deposit' of sexual fluids on the sheets, making it look like we were caught unawares" my hand moves faster down my shaft as I gaze at him "What do you think?"
+Kort+
"I think that your prevision is very appropriate, Agent Gibbs" I approach and lean over him "By the way, Agent Gibbs...since you have gotten into the Main Deceivers' Club, you need to be examined by its creator, founder, permanent president and only member..." I move like a snake in between his legs, that I've previously spread wide open
"You shall be welcome to your inspection"
I smirk with that grimace that (I know) turns him on...since no one
else can do "You're a conspicuous slut, do you know, Agent Gibbs?" The violent situation, the brutal rush of adrenaline that the incoming events have awaken in us, are working as the most powerful aphrodisiac.
"Of course, I know...and you are the most pervert bugger I've ever known..."
+Gibbs+
My heart rate spikes as I gaze into that almost black eye...but I refuse to show it! My mouth forms an evil smile "Begin the inspection then...as I wish to join your Club, Mr Kort"
He smirks and runs the flat of his hand down my chest before viscously squeezing my hard cock "Now lets check out this weapon"
A groan escapes my chest at the tight...painful grip and I gaze up to him in defiance "I think you'll find it's quite a dangerous weapon, it has slain the most feared person" at his raised eyebrow, I smirk "You used to know him, he was a cold-hearted assassin...a murderer...a traitor to many" my smirk widens "His name was...Trent Kort, CIA Operative"
+Kort+
I grimace with a profound satisfaction (that, of course, remains and shall remain hidden...well...unsure if hidden before one like him). "Yes, I used to know him, a bad guy...dangerously evil guy. You did well when slaying him, Mr...Wayne, you did very good job. He would have deserved a good spanking...that, of course, I am sure he would have enjoyed! Thus, better to have left him with the need..." I go to kiss the superb cock and lick softly the beautiful flood of precum that comes as a result of my tirade. I ask, rising my face to fix my eye in his now absolutely obscure blue eyes, whose colour has variated from oceanic azur to profound sapphire "It has good edge...Good scimitar! Where did you capture it? It was a prey taken to the Turkish pirates you defeated when sailing your boat in the Eastern Mediterranean Sea? Or was it a gift from the soldan, who wanted to impale you in any event?"
He replies, totally immerse in the game and absolutely dragged by the tone of my voice (yes, you still have that hidden power, Trent Kort! Or should I say...David Dorian Moon?) "One certain janissary, with a black leather eyepatch, a shaven head and a shaggy beard...who has a scimitar very look alike this one...proposed me to interchange the edges"
I throw myself on him and rub my now painfully erected cock against his beautiful shaft "Let's proof the edges...let's cross blades...Commander Captain Wayne...let's clash the swords until they shall be capable to speak their humid, babbling language...until they shall be in the verge to scream!"
+Gibbs+
I try to thrust up...only to snarl as my body refuses to work, but my head snaps up with a wince as Thomas grabs my cock in a painful hold
"No! I am doing the inspection! Otherwise you shall be refused entry!"
My body shivers in arousal at the dark tone and I gaze up with a nod, sighing in delight as his grip is released. My breathing quickens as he runs his hands possessively over my body
"You are in good shape...I haven't seen a specimen as gorgeous as yourself"
A shy smile crosses my face as my cheeks heat up and I look away in embarrassment "I was once...but now my body is broken...I am now only half a man"
+Kort+
I hate it when he refers to himself in this tone of self-pity "No" I cut, dryly, "You are gorgeously complete...nothing in you comes in halves...you always are and shall be a whole man, a complete Human being...I never have seen a man with such a complete integrity as you are before: beauty, strength, intelligence, sensuality, pride...honour...and also a tremendous capability for the devious behaviour in bed!" he gets entangled by my looks totally enmeshed in my voice...I rub my cock against his beautiful jewel, that stands upright, erect...and I am rewarded by a long whine. Then, as I know how much he likes this, I begin to pant, to breathe in a controlled and periodical way...measuring the silence between breaths, between the intakes of air...and leaving my halite go out very softly...with a sort of languid abandon...mumbling and whispering and sighing "You" I say, in my most dark, uncanny tone of voice "You are the element that makes me whole...you are my World! Now, cry for me...cry with your beautiful tears of sperm...cry...not with your eyes, but with your cock! Let your cock cry for me!"
+Gibbs+
My body stiffens at his words...and at the way his body rubs against mine. My heart stutters as I tip my head back in a silent scream as I coat our chests with my thick pearly cum before passing out, due to the unbelieveable...mind shattering orgasm
+Kort+
I enjoy the beautiful sight of the screaming man who,after the tremendous endeavour, finally passes out in my arms, after to have given me the most hidden and precious shreds of his Soul. I let my head fall onto his chest and I decide to follow him in a brief pause of to go accomplish the simulacrum of our own demise.
(Hours Later)
+Gibbs+
I slowly wake up and yawn before glancing down with a smirk as I spot Thomas zonked out on my chest. I shake my head as I gently roll him onto his back and pause at the sight of his erection (He didn't cum?) before a playful smirk crosses my face (Not yet...but he shall!). I heave myself up and into
his lap, straddling his sleeping form. Once I and settled, I reach out and grab the bottle of lube from the side before softly lowering myself...making sure not to wake my Lover, as I quickly stretch myself.
Milord walks in and cocks her head to one side at the sight of her silver haired Master on her one eyed ones lap. She wags her tail and jumps up onto the bed before bouncing over and licking his face.
I draw back and push Milord away while whispering "Shoo!"
She cocks her head to one side before tucking her tail between her legs as she crawls to the top of the bed, curling up on the pillow as she watches the strange behaviour.
A sigh escapes my chest as I feel her eyes on me (She is just a dog! There is no need for embarrassment!) with that, I place the bottle on the side before lifting myself up and slowly impaling myself onto his length...and I let out a loud groan, loud enough to snap Thomas awake from his slumber.
+Kort+
What a delicious awakening...Or maybe it is still a dream? This hot humidity that surrounds me...and this sound of deep pleasure...I have now a precious charge on me, the weight of the most beautiful treasure I could have imagined in all my life. "You are teasing me, Marine?"
"Not in anyway, Airman...I am only making you cum..."
"Yeah?"
"That's the idea"
I need to rock my hips, because the accumulated tension that had put me to sleep needs to be released. I dislike to cum, really...I want to last forever for him...but my body is begging...my flesh needs the reprieve...and my hips follow the unconscious order. They rock and in every stroke I can feel how his hot tunnel is practically sucking my sperm, my blood, my brain..."Take it, then, Marine...take all what you want...and keep it inside, because I have my cum in a very high esteem!" And it is true. I only cum when I can't resist anymore, since my life has been a constant learning: how to always control everyone...and to be able to do that, I might learn how to take control of myself first...absolute and complete control of myself! And the orgasm was the first reaction to restraint. But not now...Now I need it! I explode inside him...and I grunt as a beast...scaring the hell out of the poor Milord, who runs to hide under the bed.
+Gibbs+
I sigh in delight at the feeling of wet heat exploding within my rear and smirk as I lower myself onto his chest with his cock still nestled within me. I nuzzle his neck, until he turns to look at me before kissing his lips "I love you"
He nods "As I you" before yawning.
I roll my eyes before reaching for the duvet and I let out a whistle, chuckling as Milord cautiously peeks up at me "Come on Girl"
Milord sniffs the air and lets out a whine of fear...but jumps up as her one eyed Master also whistles. She lowers herself onto her belly and slowly crawls over, wagging her tail as she licks at both of her Masters faces.
After calming down the dog, I cover us with the duvet while letting out a growl as Thomas attempts to switch us "No! I want to sleep like this!"
He gazes up at me "But...you'll end up with cramp in your legs!?"
I shrug "I can't feel them" with that I make myself become a dead weight "I am not moving and that is final! Now, get some sleep as we have our Murders to commit tomorrow"
Thomas rolls his eye, but follows the order. Once sure he is asleep, I smile and nuzzle his chest before joining him into the darkness of sleep
+Kort+
It is very early in the morning, I light a cigarette still in bed, attempting to not disturb him, who is already sleeping like a child, embracing me with one arm and having Milord attached to the other. I smile. I never felt so accompanied in all my life, except when I was with my GrandParents and Uncle Trent, in those distant Sunday mornings, with the odour of the freshly baked pudding and the sound of the football game we used to hear on the radio, later, with Alfred, in those secret getaways to that dirty courtyard...or to the alley...while exploring our bodies seeking for some comfort to give some meaning to our lives. But now it's different.
Now I have...my Family?
Yes, this is a Family! No matter the way it was created, nor how it is conformed...this is MY Family, mine and only mine!
A family I shall defend, fighting for it to the death...and beyond.