Author's Notes: Sorry it took so long to post this. Life is crazy. Thank you for the reviews of the last chapter; I know I didn't get to reply to everyone, but they were all read and appreciated :-)
This chapter is explicit slash and BDSM. If you are offended by these topics, please do not read this story.
Chapter 11
Steve stalked from one side of Rick's office to the other, shaking his head in frustration. "This is your operation, Rick, I get that, but I don't see how you can place so much faith in a man that we know next to nothing about."
Rick leaned back in his leather chair and let his hand drop down to rub the fur between the ears of a large black dog. The animal pressed up into the touch. A second dog's head perked up, waiting in anticipation for his own opportunity for affection. Rick scratched the animal's neck. "Most of the people here are individuals I took a chance on, you included. I checked into Leroy's background and he has good recommendations and a clean record. We need someone like him; he's calm, calculating – sometimes that's what an uncooperative sub requires."
Steve stopped pacing. "Ok, I admit that I lost my cool with this guy, but that doesn't mean you can't trust me. We've been doing this a long time; I thought that was worth something."
The ponytailed man steepled his fingers, considering the best choice of words to mollify his partner. "This kid knows how to push your buttons, Steve. He got to me, too; I never should have let him go so long without food and it's been years since I beat a slave that hard. Hell, between the two of us we could've killed our big ticket item." Steve moved to open his mouth again, but Rick cut him off. "We've already lost the profit off of two subs; Nakamura is willing to pay almost anything for DiNozzo, and we can't screw that up. It's time to take our egos out of it and see if someone else can get anywhere with him."
The muscular man placed his hands on the desk. "Fine, I understand your position. I have let DiNozzo get to me. But what if this new guy isn't what he claims to be? There's something about him I just can't trust, Rick."
The owner considered his friend's words before responding; they were letting a lot ride on someone unknown and it made sense to be cautious. "If things don't work out we'll deal with it, like we have before. Leroy Jackson won't leave this compound alive if there's anything at all suspicious about his behavior, and I'll let you see to that personally. Does that make you feel any better?" He tilted his head and waited. He considered himself a good judge of character, but for whatever reason didn't share Steve's dislike of the new man. He actually admired Leroy's coolly detached persona. That didn't change the fact that if it came down to it, he could have the former Marine killed if necessary, he just hoped it didn't come to that.
Steve cracked his knuckles, frustrated and unsure about the turn of events. "I won't risk it all, Rick. We've worked too hard to get where we are – I'll do whatever it takes to protect us. Even if I have to go against you to do it."
Rick nodded with understanding; they had both put everything into this enterprise and neither was willing to take a chance on losing it. In the end, though, Rick was in charge and he would make the final decisions. "I know you will, which is why I value your friendship above all else. We're still in this together, and Leroy's just a means to an end. We'll use him to train DiNozzo and then reevaluate his usefulness after the auction. I'm not looking to replace you, but its smart business to take advantage of every resource we can find. And right now, in my opinion Leroy Jackson is an asset."
Carter didn't look convinced. "I'm not taking my eyes off him, Rick. I know you think I'm jealous, but there's something about him I don't like." He shook his head, "I just need to be sure where we stand."
"We stand ready to make a small fortune on our latest slave. Agreed?" He let confidence seep into his voice, which he knew from experience Steve would respond to hearing. "Now let's go get some lunch."
Rick gave his dogs a final pat and left the room, not waiting for Steve to catch up. His partner would follow orders, as always. Without Leroy Jackson, DiNozzo would never be prepared in time for the auction and would very likely end up dead from a training session gone too far. No, Leroy was their best bet to see this through to the end with a nice tidy profit, and he wasn't going to risk that for anyone.
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Tony rested his head on his folded arms and watched Gibbs out of the corner of his eyes. The silver haired agent sat in the overstuffed lounge chair with his legs crossed, reading a week old newspaper and sipping from a cup of coffee. He was wearing a pair of worn jeans and an untucked white button down shirt; Tony thought he looked for all the world like a Dom should look – easy, confident, comfortable. It made something flutter in his stomach that he wasn't in any shape to deal with right now.
The way Gibbs had settled in was remarkable. He had easily convinced Josh to bring him coffee every hour from sun-up to sun-down, and had even gotten the kid to procure him some reading material in the way of used magazines and newspapers. Gibbs might be a social savant on some levels, but give him enough time and he could figure out a way to get what he wanted out of most people.
It had been three days since Tony woke up and found Gibbs hovering over top of him, and the man hadn't left his side for a moment since then. The first day had been pretty bad, from what Tony could remember of it between being exhausted, half starved, beaten, and doped up on morphine. He vaguely recalled talking a lot, reciting lines from old movies, and (he hoped this was possibly a dream) crying onto Gibbs' shoulder. Large doses of medication always wreaked havoc with his system, so he doubted that his boss found his behavior all that unusual. Through it all Gibbs just held him, petted his hair, and whispered soothing words of comfort. Tony wasn't complaining, but looking back on it he couldn't understand where this kinder, gentler version of his "B is for bastard" boss had come from. If the rest of this crazy place wasn't enough to have him rattled, Gibbs' transformation took the cake.
Not that he didn't still behave like Gibbs with everyone else. He had heard the former gunnery sergeant letting Rick have it about the state of his health, observed the boss go toe-to-toe with Steve about how to treat a slave, and been witness to the crazy doctor nearly pissing himself when Gibbs shoved his pinky back and nearly broke it after the man touched Tony a little too intimately for comfort. He'd been on the receiving end himself when Gibbs insisted he eat every damn crumb on his plate and forced him to drink so much water he thought he might be able to float back to civilization.
In between, Gibbs had massaged Tony's sore muscles, rubbed ointment on his damaged skin, and monitored his urine output like a well-trained nurse. It was totally and completely disconcerting to Tony, who was much more used to being left to his own devices than to have someone completely devote themselves to taking care of him.
Gibbs folded his paper and sat it on the table. "Bored?" he asked, catching Tony's eyes.
"What do you think?" DiNozzo responded, wincing as he shifted onto his side. "No television, CD's, computer, not even a cell phone. I've counted the cracks in the ceiling a dozen times. Don't tell me you aren't bored, too – you're probably going through basement withdrawal as we speak."
Gibbs chuckled and stood up, stretching his arms over his head to work out the kinks in his back. He fished in his pocket and took out a small key. "Would you like me to take those cuffs off so you can shower? I don't think you're in any danger of falling over anymore."
"Really? Hell yeah," he agreed, sitting up with a small grimace. Most of the pain was gone, but a bit lingered in his ribs and lower back where the spectacular bruise created by Steve's boot had changed from black to a pea green, yellow, and purple mosaic. Fortunately, his pee was no longer pink and his head was only aching marginally compared to a few days ago, which allowed him to move around bettter as long as he took everything slow and easy. It wasn't like he had anywhere to be anyway. "How'd you get the key?" he asked, holding out his wrists so Gibbs could release the tiny padlocks. He hadn't quite adjusted to being buck naked in front of his boss, but until today he had felt so miserable clothes weren't very important.
"Rick gave it to me. I told him I'd need to get you cleaned up before we make our grand re-entrance into society tomorrow."
Tony paled a little and turned somber. "About that," he said, biting his lip nervously. "What's gonna happen now?"
"We'll talk after your shower," Gibbs answered, moving to the collar now that the other cuffs were removed. Tony stretched out his neck to allow for better access. He rubbed his skin where the leather had chafed it slightly raw. Gibbs heaved an irritated sigh at the newfound injury, brushing DiNozzo's fingers away to check the damage himself. "Morons," he muttered.
Tony grinned. "I have to admit I didn't hold still very well so some of this is possibly self-inflicted."
"None of this is right, Tony," Gibbs said seriously, his blue gaze solemn. "You should never be hurt like this. Ever. Do you understand that?"
"Yeah, Boss, I get it," Tony replied, trying to squirm away from Gibbs' intensity, but the older man grabbed his forearms and held him still. Tony didn't want to spend any time on introspection, afraid that if he let his guard slip for just a second everything would tumble down on him. In the past few weeks he'd been pushed to his mental and physical edge and forced to face memories he didn't want to acknowledge. He had to keep it all at arm's length if he had any hope of surviving this ordeal.
"Sometimes I wonder if you do," Gibbs added, giving him such a pointed stare that Tony felt torn open and turned inside out. He tried not to wilt under the scrutiny, holding firm until Gibb let go and turned away. "Hurry up, we have a lot to figure out before tomorrow."
"On it, Boss," Tony answered jauntily, trying to alleviate some of the tension he felt building. He wasn't sure he was prepared to discuss tomorrow, or face what having to leave the safety of this room would involve. It made him queasy just thinking about it. Unfortunately, he knew Gibbs wouldn't let him avoid the topic forever. Gibbs was definitely a rip the band-aid off fast kind of guy.
"And don't turn the water on too hot," Gibbs called from the other room. "You're skin's still tender."
Tony rolled his eyes ruefully and contemplated if Gibbs ever stopped giving orders; the need to be in control seemed written in the former marine's DNA.
Of course, Gibbs was right as usual and the water did aggravate his back and butt, so he made sure to turn the hot down and the cold up.
He made quick work of it, hoping to keep Gibbs in as good a mood as possible. He toweled off and dried the water from his hair – he decided to wrap the towel around his waist since the lack of clothes was leaving him off kilter around Gibbs. He wasn't ashamed of his body, but somehow his nakedness felt like a disadvantage when Gibbs was always fully clothed. He trotted from the bathroom and hesitated; Gibbs was staring at him with a hard, predatory glare that he didn't recognize and made him very uncomfortable after the thoughtfulness Gibbs had shown him the past few days.
"What?" he asked, unable to hold his tongue.
Gibbs sat back down in the lounge chair. "Come over here," he directed, pointing at the spot between his spread legs.
"Ooookaay…" Tony replied hesitantly and came to stand in front of his boss, scratching near the scab on his head that was itching non stop now that Gibbs had removed the bandage.
"Lose the towel." There was no compromise in his boss' eyes.
"Excuse me?" Tony stopped mid scratch. He had to have heard the statement wrong….why would Gibbs care if he wasn't traipsing around in only his birthday suit?
"You heard me, DiNozzo, lose the towel. Don't make me wait."
Tony's mouth fell open and he stood there unmoving, not sure what was happening. "Hey!" he yelled when Gibbs reached out and grabbed the towel, pulling it off his hips. Tony reacted by trying to get the towel back, scowling when Gibbs tossed it behind him. Tony turned to go pick it up, but Gibbs put out a leg and blocked his movement.
"I didn't give you permission to do that," he growled, and Tony froze in his tracks.
"What game are you playing at, Gibbs?" Tony hurled at him angrily.
"No games, Tony. I'm trying to save your life. Now stand up straight, hands at your sides." The tone Gibbs used brooked no argument, and it sent a shiver down Tony's spine. He wasn't sure whether to obey or punch Gibbs in the nose. The battle must have been written all over his face.
"Work it out now, Tony, because tomorrow you won't get a chance to decide."
Suddenly, DiNozzo understood. In the morning they would have to go out in front of Rick, Steve and everyone else. Gibbs would have to be a Dom and he would have to be…..a slave. The realization knocked the wind from his gut and he suddenly felt weak and shaky.
"Shit," he whispered.
"Hey," Gibbs' voice softened somewhat, and he took Tony's hand and tugged him over to stand in front of him again. "Can you handle this?"
Tony considered the question. "I….I don't know." He clenched his fists tightly and released them several times trying to relieve his growing anxiety.
Gibbs gave him a half smile. "Think about it like an undercover op. Play the role and get through it. You'll be fine."
"You don't seem to have any problems with your position in all of this," Tony groused.
"Yeah, well, I'm fairly comfortable being a Dom. I just don't want you to freak out."
"I'm not going to freak out!" Tony protested, and Gibbs lifted an eyebrow. "Much," he added. "I just need to get my head around this, that's all." He let his eyes drift to the floor and tried not to think about his cock dangling in front of him for all the world – including Gibbs – to see. "So do you have any plan up your sleeve to get us out of here?"
Gibbs shifted in his chair. "I have a couple of ideas. I'm gonna try to get in their communications room and see if I can send a message to McGee. I don't know how easy that will be, or even if an opportunity will present itself anytime soon. If that doesn't work, we'll have to wait until they get a new shipment of supplies delivered and try to break out while they're dealing with the disruption. I'll scout the situation more tomorrow and get a better grip on what we're up against."
Tony digested the less than inspiring information. "But nothing any time soon?"
The older man held his gaze. "Not for a week or two would be my guess. We have to be patient and plan this out. I didn't spend all this time trying to find you just to get us both killed."
"So that leaves us dealing with this…predicament for a while," Tony summarized.
"Looks that way, DiNozzo." Gibbs didn't sugarcoat the problem. "I won't lie to you; I'm going to have to treat you like you're in training. I'll do everything possible to take things easy, and your injuries aren't totally healed so that should help provide an excuse. But," he paused so his words could sink in, "you can imagine what we're going to have to do to make this look real."
Elaboration wasn't necessary; Tony took a deep breath to settle his racing heartbeat. "Alright," he said. "I trust you, Boss. Do what you have to and I'll play along." Saying the words was easy; he was certain living up to them would be a lot more difficult.
Gibbs smiled; a large grin that brightened his face and warmed Tony's heart even while he had to use all the willpower he could muster not to hyperventilate at the thought of what the next few weeks would involve. A thought crossed his mind. "But I don't see why I have to be naked while there's no one around to see me except you."
Gibbs made a tight face. "Someone could walk in here at any time, DiNozzo. I don't plan on giving them anything to be suspicious about."
"Oh," Tony said, silently agreeing that it made sense. He should've known Gibbs didn't want to simply stare at his naked body, although for some reason that idea made him feel a little funny inside.
"Hold out your hands, I need to put these cuffs back on."
Tony obliged, watching quietly while Gibbs pulled the buckles and slid the straps in place. "Too tight?" he asked.
"No, they're fine." Tony's voice was low and breathy, which took him off guard. His heart was beating faster, and he felt somewhat light-headed. The feeling only grew when Gibbs bent down and wrapped the emerald green cuffs around his ankles. When his boss placed the leather collar on his neck, Tony involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath. Gibbs gave him an inscrutable look, but didn't comment. Without a word he added the tiny locks, each snap sending a jolt through Tony's overly sensitive body.
Gibbs ran a hand down his arm, almost like he was gentling a skittish animal. Something in the atmosphere of the room shifted, and Tony couldn't breathe properly. "Go lay down on the bed, Tony, on your stomach." Gibbs ordered, soft but firm, ignoring Tony's agitated reaction.
"Ok, Boss," DiNozzo agreed, not sure if he should speak or not, or how far he should take the slave role while they were alone. The situation had suddenly gotten very, very weird and he couldn't decide how to react.
He carefully settled down on the mattress, mindful of the dull pain that radiated from his ribs and torso, not wanting to aggravate the healing injuries. He waited, unsure of what Gibbs intended to do next. There was the sound of a drawer opening, and something shuffled, before the stealthy sniper sank down on the bed near his feet. Tony nearly jumped in the air at the movement.
"Shhh," Gibbs said, and laid a calloused hand on his thigh. Tony thought the heat of Gibbs' hand might burn through his skin.
"What," the field agent croaked, and cleared his throat. "What are you doing?"
Gibbs spread Tony's legs and knelt between them, leaning forward, gently kneading the muscles in his shoulders.
"Are you feeling any pain?"
Tony considered lying, but the moment was so charged he didn't think he could come close to pretending. "A little."
Gibbs continued to work on his flesh, his strong fingers stroking and plying their way along his joints and tendons, forcing him to forget about anything else except the delicious feeling that was spreading through his body. Not an inch of him was spared, every spot given attention and consideration from the nimble fingers. The fact it was Gibbs doing this was enough to make his brain want to explode from overload.
"Boss…." He huffed, not sure what else he wanted to say.
"Quiet, Tony. You have to get used to letting me touch you. I'm going to be doing a lot of it in the future."
Somehow hearing Gibbs say this sent tiny sparks of pleasure shooting around Tony's rattled nervous system. He'd never considered Gibbs' sexual orientation too closely, assuming that as a Dom he maintained an interest in both genders. Of course, there was the minor detail of the way Gibbs had acted in the elevator right before he'd been kidnapped, and the conversation the silver haired man had insisted they have. Was it possible there was something more going on than an undercover operation designed to save their lives?
And is that what Tony wanted? Now didn't seem like the best time to figure it out.
Gibbs' hands found the flesh on his lower back and Tony's breath hitched. He wondered where the older man intended to stop, but it appeared he had no intention of quitting. He let his large hands firmly grip the muscles in Tony's ass, pulling and tugging at the skin relentlessly.
"Boss.." Tony groaned, more insistently when he realized his dick was now half hard. The entire ordeal was embarrassing enough; for Gibbs to see him erect would be humiliating. He had to get the older agent to stop, now. "Gibbs!"
"Hush, Tony. Get your head in your role. You belong to me now, and you have to let me do what I want. Trust me, I won't do anything you can't take."
"But Gibbs," Tony nearly whined, desperate to get his boss to listen, He twisted his head around to look over his shoulder. He glimpsed Gibbs staring back resolutely, not an inch of indecisiveness in his shiny blue eyes.
"Relax, DiNozzo." Tony gasped when he felt a finger trail down the crack of his ass and settle at his hole, tracing around the opening. He was sure his eyes were wide and disbelieving; there was the trace of a smirk around Gibbs' mouth. "You're not a virgin, are you?"
'Uh…..n…no," Tony stammered out, close to losing it. What was Gibbs planning to do? He heard Gibbs moving, and then something cold and wet was sliding around on his ass, and on Gibbs' finger and then…..oh, oh, oh, that finger slipped ever so gently into his hole.
"Boss!"
A firm hand rested on his back as he tried to get up. "Calm down. Do you trust me, Tony?"
The only response Tony gave was heaving, gasping breaths. "Anthony, do you trust me?" Gibbs repeated. His finger slid in a little further, and Tony thought he might die on the spot.
"I….I trust you, Boss." He took a deep breath. "I trust you." He let his head fall down on the pillow and tried not to think too hard about what was happening. A part of him wanted to tell Gibbs to stop, but another part wanted to find out what Gibbs was going to do next.
Another finger slid in, and they began moving, stretching Tony out. He'd been with men, but it had always been fast and dirty, never like this – and those encounters had been a long time ago. Of course, the most important fact was that none of them had been Gibbs.
"Why are you doing this?" Tony sputtered, barely able to string together a coherent sentence. He could never in his wildest dreams have imagined something like this moment between him and his boss and he felt helpless to control it.
"If I have to put something inside you, Tony, I want you to be prepared for it. I won't hurt you." Tony jerked when one of Gibbs' fingers brushed his prostate, and he was blazingly, instantly hard. He moaned despite his best intention not to make any sound.
Suddenly the fingers were gone, and Tony groaned at the emptiness. Just as quickly, a cold, rubbery implement nudged at his opening. He tensed, but Gibbs rubbed his back gently. "Relax," Gibbs repeated. With a strong movement, the rubber device slipped inside him, burning its way past the tight ring of muscle in his asshole. Tony instinctively tried to move away, but Gibbs' hand held him firmly in place. Another push had the butt plug seated and Tony gasping.
"You ok?" Gibbs asked after a few seconds had passed.
"No…yes…I don't know, my boss just shoved a plug in my ass. How am I supposed to be?" He had never experienced anything like this in his life and his brain had turned to jelly.
Gibbs chuckled. "You can wear it tonight so we'll be ready for anything we have to do in the morning. This might be uncomfortable but it's a good way for them to see me training you, Tony. I won't beat you anymore if I can avoid it."
Tony moved, the plug shifting inside him. He was still rock hard, and couldn't figure out what to do about it that wouldn't be extremely awkward for them both. This was so beyond normal he was at a loss for an appropriate reaction.
"Have you ever worn a plug before?" Gibbs asked, casually arranging himself on the bed next to Tony like there was nothing unusual about the situation.
Tony stood up, wondering how long it would take to get used to the fullness. "No…uh, never. Guess you're never too old to learn something new, huh?" he deflected, eyes darting everywhere except Gibbs' face. He couldn't look at the other man without turning ten shades of red.
Gibbs watched him closely. "Do you like it?" he asked softly.
Tony licked his lips and considered the question; it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it might be. "It feels….odd." He shifted again. "I can't quit thinking about it." To his horror, Tony realized Gibbs was staring at his erection. Gibbs walked over and reached out a hand to cup Tony's neck before placing a chaste kiss on his forehead that left Tony reeling, unable to decide if he wanted something more.
"Get some sleep, DiNozzo," Gibbs suggested, moving toward the bathroom to get ready for the night. As he walked away, he added, "And don't touch that cock. Slaves don't get to masturbate without permission."
Tony sputtered, beyond shocked. "I'm not really a slave!" he stated, sitting down on the butt plug and crying out in surprise. He lay back on the bed, tossed a pillow on his dick, and threw a hand over his eyes. He didn't move when Gibbs climbed back in the bed, the mattress dipping down beside him. His mind swirled with confusion; this was being forced on him, but at the same time a part of him wanted it, craved it more than anything he'd ever desired in his life. He didn't know what to do.
Gibbs didn't say anything; instead he curled on his side and rested a hand on Tony's shoulder. Eventually DiNozzo couldn't fight sleep anymore, and he let his body sink down into the comfort of the blankets and the security of having the silver-haired man near him. Drifting on the edge of slumber, he finally opened his eyes and looked at Gibbs, whose own eyes were still open, clear and watching him.
"Before I was taken, what did you want to talk to me about?" he broached carefully.
Gibbs let a finger drift down his cheek. "We'll get back to that, Tony. When this is all over."
Tony blinked slowly, firming his resolve. He could sense the bond between the two of them shifting, changing, like sand beneath his feet. "I need to know," he pressed.
Gibbs traced his lips and Tony shivered; he felt more exposed than he ever had before. Gibbs, however, wasn't giving in. "Not now, not while this place is…..a part of it. Later, I promise."
Tony didn't say anything else, but let the surreal moment spin outward; he could barely believe he was lying naked in bed with his boss, his dick hard and his mouth dry, waiting for a day that held both fear and anticipation. All he could do was play the part, be the dutiful submissive slave, and count on Gibbs to have his six in every way possible. Gibbs had never failed to take care of him, and he couldn't fathom his boss would let him down now.
Trying to ignore his worries, he instead focused on the rough hand that stroked his hair, and fell asleep to the soft rhythmic breathing of the man beside him.
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Fornell unlocked the door and stepped inside the quiet house, shutting it behind him. He tucked the key back in his pocket, glad that he'd accepted it years ago when Gibbs had said he needed someone to keep an eye on things if he ever got into any trouble.
They had been playing cards, drinking beer, and watching a football game. Diane had kicked him out of the house, and to his dismay Gibbs had offered to let him stay over until he found an apartment. Needless to say he'd been shocked at the considerate proposal, but he'd had nowhere else to go and to be honest curiosity got the better of him. He wanted to figure out what Gibbs was up to.
Turned out, Gibbs had a "been there, done that" attitude, and felt a lot of sympathy for his plight. Diane truly was a piece of work, and it had only been a matter of time until the marriage fell apart; never let it be said the NCIS agent didn't warn him. It only took a few days for him and Gibbs to find a lot of common ground in their mutual disgust of the woman they had both been unfortunate enough to marry. By the weekend, they'd also discovered they had mutual interests of other kinds, namely they were both Doms unable to find compatible subs and settle down. Diane had been the worst kind of sub; she was always trying to top from the bottom and never truly gave up any control, leading to constant bickering and squabbling. Neither man ever wanted to deal with that again.
Fornell trotted down the basement stairs and found the bottle of bourbon Gibbs always kept on hand, and in the spirit of friendship he blew the dust out of a mason jar and poured a drink, sipping it slowly. They'd had some good times after those first awkward days, either hanging around the house shooting the bull or trolling some of the specialty bars that catered to their tastes. Neither of them was looking for a long-term commitment, so it was all in light-hearted fun. Even after Fornell found his own place, they continued to get together frequently to unwind after long days of work.
The FBI agent leaned against the counter. Until DiNozzo. Fornell could've head slapped himself that he hadn't picked up on it sooner. After the swarthy Italian joined Gibbs' team, the nights out had tapered off then ended completely. A trained investigator should have figured it out immediately, but it just hadn't occurred to him that Gibbs would have an interest in an overgrown frat boy like DiNozzo. He supposed that from the beginning Gibbs had seen something in the man that it had taken him a long time to notice. DiNozzo wasn't just about practical jokes and flirting with the opposite sex, he was a good agent, smart, creative, and above all, loyal. They were all qualities Gibbs would consider attractive, and wrapped up in a fairly pleasing package. Yeah, he should've seen the signals a hell of a lot sooner than he did.
The fact both Gibbs and DiNozzo seemed pretty clueless about their chemistry probably played a part in his oversight, and Fornell decided to use that fact to justify his obtuseness. It really wasn't fair to expect him to see something neither of the parties involved could see for themselves.
He tilted the glass back and drank the last of the burning liquid. There was no doubt in his mind Gibbs would do anything in his power to find his boy, and sacrifice whatever he had to in order to bring him home, whether they ever acknowledged their feelings for one another or not. A small metal box caught his eye, and Fornell picked it up, lifting open the lid to reveal several faded and battered pictures, the edges worn from being handled so much. He immediately realized he was looking at Shannon and Kelly, their happy smiles reminders of what his friend had lost. Their joyful faces were bittersweet in their innocence. No one could blame Gibbs for being afraid to truly love again, but if anyone could warm the ice that had settled in the NCIS agent's heart, it was DiNozzo. If only he could find the two men, maybe Gibbs would get a chance at that kind of happiness again. Nobody had ever accused him of being a hopeless romantic, but in this case he would be willing to help in any way possible to get them together. He shut the lid and carefully replaced the box on the shelf.
Fornell looked around the basement at the stacks of wood, equipment, and half-finished projects, wondering why he had been drawn here to begin with. He guessed this place offered comfort to Gibbs when he needed it, and he hoped to find some solace for himself, too. Taking off his coat, he poured some more bourbon and picked up a piece of sand paper, leaning over a section of the boat.
He worked on the wood, smoothing out the rough edges, letting the motion settle his mind while he tried to find an angle he hadn't considered before that might lead him to a break in the case. There was no way he would be satisfied with anything less than finding the bastards responsible for his friend's disappearance and making them pay.
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By the time Tony woke up he was alone in the bed; he sat up, irrationally afraid that he'd been dreaming and Gibbs was gone. The thought was enough to make his gut clench into a knot. He moved a little too swiftly causing his tender ribs to protest, but before he could register the pain the full sensation in his ass took precedence over everything else. He shifted, bewildered, and blinked around to find Gibbs, fully dressed, leaning against the back of the sofa, staring at him. He heaved a sigh of relief at the sight.
"I wondered when you were going to wake up." Gibbs' feet were crossed at the ankle and he didn't move. Tony wondered how long Gibbs had been watching him sleep, not sure if he felt comforted or…something else.
DiNozzo rubbed his eyes and scratched his head, letting his heart settle back into place now that he'd found the lead agent. "What time is it?" he asked, trying not to ogle Gibbs' new attire. His boss was wearing a pair of black jeans that were tighter than normal for him and a black button down shirt that was unbuttoned at the top to show a smattering of silvery chest hair. There was no undershirt to be found. For some reason the casual, more flattering clothing made Tony nervous. It made Gibbs look younger, and reminded Tony why the man had been able to snag so many wives.
Gibbs decided not to answer his question directly. "It's time to get out there and start gathering intel about this place. Besides, if we don't show up for breakfast it's going to look suspicious."
Tony scooted to the side of the bed, trying to ignore the plug that was providing a continual distraction by nudging at his prostate. He wanted to squirm and squeal, but controlled both reactions. "I guess I'll go get dressed…. Oh wait," he added dramatically, taking a look at himself, "I don't have any clothes."
Gibbs snickered. "Sorry, Tony, but I can't do anything about that. For now, I'm a trainer and you're a slave so we're just going to have to get used to your naked ass." He approached the bed. "Roll over and let me get that plug out."
Tony did as requested, eager to have the device removed. "So how exactly will this work today?" he asked cautiously, sucking in a breath when Gibbs twisted the plug and pulled on it. He wiggled, and Gibbs rested a heavy hand on his hip.
"Don't move."
DiNozzo tried to hold still, but it was difficult with Gibbs standing so close behind him, and the foreign feeling of the rubber in his hole. He would have never been willing to let anyone else do something like this to him; he supposed this proved how easily the older man could assert his dominance. The team would have a field day if they could get a glimpse of his submissive posture.
Gibbs tugged again and the plug popped out, leaving him suddenly open and stretched.
"I mean," Tony continued, letting his eyes fall half closed again as he adjusted to the new feeling. "I know what they did to me when you weren't here – is that what you'll do, too?"
There was a concerned edge to his tone. Gibbs stroked Tony's skin, his hands making firm circles on his ass. "It'll be different, but you'll have to follow a few rules."
"What rules?"
Gibbs could see no alternative but to tell him, as specifically as possible. It was for both their benefits. "No speaking unless asked a direct question by a Dom; stay by my side at all times, follow any command I give without question – even if you don't understand or if it seems out of line - kneel next to me whenever I stop. And don't forget to only address me as boss or sir, nothing else."
Tony twisted around to look at Gibbs. "Is that all? Do you want me to lick your boots, too?"
Gibbs narrowed his gaze, unsure of where that statement had come from. "That's a pretty specific question, Tony. Care to explain?"
Tony hesitated, his jaw working back and forth. "It's what Rick wanted me to do, in order to earn the right to eat. I couldn't humiliate myself that way – I'd rather die." Tony dropped his eyes to the floor, unable to understand why he felt so ashamed about something he didn't even do.
The older man lifted his chin. "I'll do my best not to ask anything of you that I think is too much for you to handle. But I can't make any promises Tony; this is going to be hard, and first and foremost we have to maintain our covers. I'll probably have to make you do things you aren't going to like."
DiNozzo huffed air out through his nose. "I know that; it doesn't make it any easier."
Gibbs stroked his arm. "I get that. You're one of the best undercover agents I've ever met, and I'm sure you can do this. Now go clean up and we'll get going."
Tony tightened his lips and went in the bathroom without saying anything else.
He splashed water in his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror, trying to gain control over his emotions. Going through the routine of brushing his teeth, pissing, and combing his hair, he kept reminding himself that this was Gibbs, his boss, and that should make everything easier because the lead agent wasn't going to let anyone hurt him. But the idea of Gibbs doing things to him, being his Dom – even a pretend one – made him more scared and nervous than a virgin getting ready for the prom. How would this change their relationship? Would they ever be able to see each other the same way again? How could he look Gibbs in the eye knowing he had let the man….spank him? Touch his dick? Maybe even fuck him? Hell, he'd already let Gibbs stick a plug in his ass. It was only going to get more intense as the day unfolded. Tony sat down on the toilet lid and scrubbed a hand over his face.
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked from the other room. "Get it in gear; I'm not going to wait all day!"
Alright, Tony. This man has risked everything to help you, the least you can do is try to make it all go as easy as possible. Pull yourself together and go to work; the faster we come up with a plan, the faster we get out of here.
A few minutes later he reemerged, walking purposefully over to Gibbs and planting himself in front of the man.
"Fine," he said with grim determination. "Let's get this over with. What do I need to do now?"
Gibbs sighed inwardly. This might be harder than he had thought. Believing Tony was innately a submissive had made him think the activities wouldn't be so difficult for his subordinate, but the expression on Tony's face – which resembled a man heading down the hallway to his own execution – convinced him otherwise.
Regardless, they had to go through with it; there was no turning back now. "Lean over the back of the couch," he said evenly.
Tony followed the directive; Gibbs stepped behind and kicked his legs farther apart. DiNozzo shot him a glare, and Gibbs turned his face so it was facing the cushions.
"Haven't they been teaching you positions?" he asked.
Tony grunted. "Trying," he answered sullenly, his voice muffled by the fabric. "I'm not picking up on things too well, that's why I had to have my own special tutor."
"Well you're going to have start learning now." Gibbs stroked down Tony's back to his butt. He figured DiNozzo would still be stretched from last night, so there wouldn't need to be any preparation beyond lubricant. He poured some of the gel onto his field agent's pink hole.
"Hey! Cold!" Tony yelled and flinched, trying to bat Gibbs' hands away.
"You also need to learn to be quiet," Gibbs pointed out, grabbing Tony's wrists and shoving them down to his sides. "Now, don't move and I mean it."
The older man carefully inspected the slightly pink hole, making sure the plug hadn't done any damage. He wasn't certain what they would be expected to do today, and he wanted to be prepared for anything – he wouldn't have Tony hurt any more. Inserting a finger, he determined there was no tearing to worry about, even though the inexperienced man was still nearly as tight as the night before. He added another finger and moved them around, trying to stretch the opening wider. The feeling of Tony's body clenching around him sent a shiver racing to his groin, but he forced it to be ignored. DiNozzo had frozen in place, not moving at all while Gibbs' fingers scissored inside him, clearly uncomfortable with the intimate touch. Tony groaned and sucked in air between his teeth, but didn't try to stop the invasion. When Gibbs was done and removed his fingers, he rubbed the back of Tony's hair affectionately. "Good job," he said.
Tony stood stiffly, jaw clenched. "Don't I get a treat?" he asked sarcastically. He was hard again, and it was humiliating. His body was responding to the stimulation without giving him any say in the matter.
Gibbs just pursed his lips. "Not yet." He walked over to the dresser and picked something up. Tony saw it and his eyes widened.
"Oh, come on, Gibbs. Do we really need that? Give me a break, ok?" The fact he had been more intimate with Gibbs in the past twenty-four hours than with any girlfriend in the last year had caused him to break out in a cold sweat and he didn't need any further embarrassment. His mind was still reeling from the reality of what had already occurred and that his "training" was only beginning. Gibbs, of course, didn't concede an inch.
Without discussion the silver-haired man reached out and snapped the end of the leash onto Tony's collar, letting the end dangle down and hit his furry brown chest. "Yep, we do need this. Hands behind your back."
Tony eyed him warily and didn't move. Gibbs snapped his fingers impatiently. "Come on, DiNozzo, we're already late." Tony slowly obeyed and Gibbs quickly grabbed his hands and hooked the cuffs together.
"Now wait a minute…." Tony began. Gibbs cut him off.
"Stop questioning me, DiNozzo, and get into the role. You are a slave and you have to be treated that way or none of this is going to work. We might as well just walk out that door and announce who we are. Now are you ready to do this or not?"
Taking a deep breath, Tony steeled himself. "Ok. I get it, Boss. I'm ok."
Gibbs waited a few seconds before nodding. "Good. Now follow my lead, and stay two steps behind. And no talking!" He picked up the leash and led Tony to the door.
Tony forced himself to walk across the threshold; he had a feeling this was going to be one of the longest days of his life and nothing about his relationship with Gibbs would ever be the same again.