Disclaimer: it's still not mine people

Note: this came to me when I was watching season 6's "Cloak" and "Dagger". It just got me thinking that, being an NCIS agent and with his past as a Marine, he's gotta have a number of scars. And I thought that might make a good quirk and here it is.

Warning: contains m/m sex. If you don't like it, don't read it. For those who do like/read it, beware of cuteness.

~~~~~NCIS~~~~~

Tony sighed with contentment as he felt a wave of bliss wash over him. He, Jethro, and the rest of their NCIS family had had a long few days. The case they caught ended up connecting them an underground eco-terrorist, the FBI, and Homeland Security. It had been brutal. Tony didn't know how Gibbs managed not to kill anyone. Though he'd come close twice; once, on the Homeland guy they'd been working with and twice with the terrorist they'd caught. Both parties had been complete assholes- uncooperative, snobbish, and just full on obnoxious. Tony was surprised the two men weren't related and had almost killed them himself. Actually, he was pretty sure everyone –Gibbs, Tony, McGee, Ziva, Vance, and even Abby, Ducky, and Palmer- had wanted to throttle at least one of the men themselves as well. Luckily, Gibbs had been them only one who came close. And all it took to hold him back was a light touch and a look from Tony, and Gibbs had instantly been rooted to the ground, calmed enough to not kill. Now that they were finally home though, they'd both felt as if a huge pressure had been lifted from their chests. Without discussing it, Tony had followed Gibbs upstairs to the bedroom, they'd changed into comfy PJs, then they'd both come downstairs to flop on the couch with a movie playing on the TV. It was when Jethro had started petting his head that he allowed the tensions of the day melt away and just focused on being there with his lover. As his body seemed to liquefy and mold into the couch and Gibbs' lap, Gibbs chuckled with affection.

Tony let his eyes close as Gibbs continued his petting. These were some of his favorite moments; when Jethro's touch was gentle and reassuring and Tony could just BE with his lover. After about ten minutes of lying there, just like that, Tony opened his eyes and looked up at his lover. His blue eyes were already looking down on him with a soft, gentle smile that shook Tony to his core in the best way possible. He smiled lovingly up at the man he loved. When Gibbs' smile grew bigger in response, Tony sat up and reached for his lover's hand. He pulled him up and led him up the stairs. Once they were in the bedroom, Tony stopped by the bed and turned to his lover. Gibbs was looking at him patiently yet there was a hint of excitement as he realized what Tony wanted. Seeing that he was in charge (at least for the moment), Tony instantly captured Gibbs' lips in a gentle, yet searing kiss; he let all his emotions flow into the kiss, hoping Gibbs would understand. He did of course and responded by grabbing onto Tony's face and kissing him just as strong.

When the kissing had escalated and Tony felt the need for skin to skin contact, he slipped his hands under Gibbs' t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head. As he tossed it behind him, he pulled his lips away from Jethro's and left a trail of kisses down his chin and neck. He ghosted his fingertips up the older man's sides, causing him to shiver and gasp. Tony was playing with his lover's control, and they both knew it. When Tony's fingers dragged over his already-peeked nipples, Gibbs shook even more and let out a faint moan. Tony slid his fingertips back down the amazing body in front of him until he reached the pants. He easily wrapped his fingers around those and slowly started to pull them down. Gibbs watched as Tony sank to his knees in front of him. When he'd made it there, he left one leg then the other out of the sweats he'd been wearing and Tony pushed the aside. Now parallel to Jethro's cock, Tony licked his lips as he saw it was hard and leaking.

"Do I affect you that much Jethro?" Tony asked in a near whisper.

"Yes," Gibbs gasped. It sounded like a plea.

One that Tony was willing to answer. He gripped Gibbs' hips and looked up to watch his lover's face as he flicked out his tongue and ran it across the head of his cock. Gibbs shook again and moaned. This time Tony ran his tongue all the way from Gibbs' balls up to the head, twirling it around at the end. Jethro grabbed on to Tony's hair to keep himself from collapsing to the floor. Tony could tell his lover was extremely sensitive at the moment; he was far from being done with him yet though, so he would only allow himself a quick taste before moving on. Tony opened his mouth and wrapped it around the hard shaft in front of him. He used his lips and tongue expertly to unravel his lover even further. Gibbs gasped and moaned and shook as Tony perfectly sucked his dick. If Tony didn't stop, it wouldn't take much more for him to come. A few short moments later, Tony pulled himself off Gibbs and got to his feet. Gibbs moaned with loss but was instantly soothed by Tony's body returning to his, taking his lips in a red hot kiss. It was then that Gibbs realized Tony was way too overdressed. He pulled Tony's shirt up and over his head tossing it away. Then Tony stepped back and removed his own pants.

When his hands returned to Jethro it was to gently push him back onto the bed. Gibbs willingly watched as Tony looked up and down his body hungrily. Tony would never get enough of the sight that was Gibbs' body. Not for the first time, he noticed the scattered scars that covered his lover's body. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed with the need to touch them and ask what caused them. He crawled on to the bed on his hands and knees and crouched over Jethro. As he went, he pressed a kiss to each and every scar, causing the older man to gasp and sigh.

"So many scars," Tony whispered when he finally was leaning over Gibbs' face.

Gibbs blushed shyly, a sight that Tony stored in his brain to think about at later dates.

Tony sat up on his knees in between Gibbs legs and looked up and down his body again. He ghosted over the one on his knee and said quietly, "I know this one is from Desert Storm, but," he ran his fingers up until he came to one long but neat scar on his thigh, "where's this one from?"

"On a case before your time. Was chasing a perp. Jumped on him. Brought him to the ground. Fucker got luckily and cut me with his knife. Mike shot him before I had the chance."

Tony kissed again the scar on his knee and the scar on his thigh. Gibbs' eyes fluttered with every gentle kiss. Tony's hands moved up to one on his stomach that was long and jagged.

Before he could ask Gibbs said, "Columbia. Was hunting a drug lord who was also a rapist and murder. Killed him but was nearly killed myself. Was bleeding out from that wound as well as this one," he pointed to a knife-shaped wound in the middle of his chest, lower than his heart and lungs. "A woman named Rose found me and nursed me back to health."

Tony gently kissed each scar, these ones for a slightly longer time because they'd almost killed the older man. Gibbs heart skipped with each lingering kiss. Tony sat up again and ran his fingers up Gibbs' torso, moving up to his left shoulder. He knew where that one was from too. It was from when Ari had gotten inside NCIS and taken Kate, Ducky, and Gerald hostage. Ari had wanted a gun match with Gibbs. Gibbs thought he'd killed him, but he'd been shot in the shoulder and knocked out because of it, allowing Ari to escape. Tony had held the gauze to the wound himself, had tried to keep Gibbs still by pressing their bodies together. He remembered that day well and again left a lingering kiss on the scar. Gibbs knew he remembered and stayed silent, sighing as Tony's lips chased away the pain he still remembered from that injury. Tony continued his way down Gibbs' arm, running his fingertips over the multiple scare that were there.

"Those are all a mixture of injuries from the explosions before each of my comas, woodworking accidents, fights I'd gotten into when I was growing up, and just being careless."

Tony lifted his arm and brought it to his lips. He kissed the rather mean looking scar on Gibbs' palm and every one up until his shoulder. Gibbs shivered at Tony's gentleness. Tony fingers moved across to his other arm where the same kind of scars were. He kissed all those too. When Tony looked at his face, he saw the new scar in his eyebrow from the shootout with Bankston in which Agent Lee and her captor had been killed. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to it. Gibbs closed his eyes in bliss and Tony recaptured his lips.

In between kisses, Gibbs couldn't help but say, "I think. There are some more. On my back. That need. Your attention."

Tony was shocked that Gibbs was actually asking for more let alone that he had let him do it to begin with. He pulled back and looked into Gibbs' dark blue eyes. They were bright with desire, need, and a vulnerability Tony had never seen before. When he saw no hesitation or regret about what he'd asked, Tony smiled gently and moved so Gibbs could lie down on his stomach. Tony's eyes moved from Gibbs' feet up to the back of his silver head. His dick jumped as he uncontrollably imagined Gibbs letting him top. He took a deep breath. Now wasn't about him. Now was about loving every inch of Gibbs' skin, showing the older man that Tony could be trusted to take care of him in this kind of vulnerable state. And Tony was in bliss every moment. He saw an old, dark scar on the back of Gibbs' calf. He bent down and gently kissed it.

"Was diving out of the way of a hail of gunfire during a raid at a child prostitution factory. A bullet grazed my leg as I took cover. Only injury I left with." Gibbs said it was such pride that Tony smiled. He also didn't even need to ask whether the bad guys or the good guys had won. Gibbs would've sounded sad and regretful if he and whoever was with him hadn't succeeded in bringing down the bad guys and saving the kids.

Next Tony's eyes landed on the inside of his thigh where a few animal-claw marks were. He leaned in and, as he kissed the marks, he couldn't help but nuzzle the back of Gibbs' sac with his nose. Gibbs gasped and shuddered. When he spoke, his voice was lightly shaky, "Those are from Diane. When she found out about Shannon, she decided to put on this show to get me into bed with her. Then she just went crazy. Started clawing, biting, and hitting me. Yelling at me. Pretty sure she also killed me."

Tony growled both with jealousy and rage that that bitch had tried to hurt his lover. He leaned back in and, instead of kissing the marks, he gently bit them and growled again as he nuzzled his love's sac even harder. Gibbs groaned before saying, "I'd love for you to mark me too Tone."

Smiling with satisfaction, Tony sat up with intent to move on. He could mark Gibbs another time. When Tony's eyes landed on the next scar, his smile widened with anticipation. Not because of the scar itself, which was round like a bullet wound only smaller, but because of where it was. Right smack dab in the middle of Jethro' left butt cheek. Instead of gently kissing this one, Tony leaned down and slowly ran his tongue over it. Gibbs whimpered as his body shook. Tony smirked as he opened his mouth and tenderly started sucking the mark. Gibbs' hand fisted tightly on the sheets and he moaned. While Tony sucked, Jethro panted, "Fight with some old enemies in Stillwater. One bent me over a bench and held me there while the other burned me with a cigarette while their buddies watched and laughed." Tony wanted to whimper in sadness for his lover and go back in time and kill them all. His sucking increased and his hands gripped Gibbs' tighter. Gibbs gasped, "Oh Tony. That feels so good."

When he decided enough was enough, he released Jethro's cheek from his mouth with a pop. Gibbs sighed loudly in loss, but Tony wasn't done with the rest of his body yet. He looked up his back and the exit wound from Ari bullet on the back of his shoulder as well as a few small scratch marks along the back of his ribs. He kissed them all individually while Gibbs answered, "Those were from Shannon."

Tony smiled gently, honored that Gibbs would share that information with him. He kissed them extra softly; Tony would never be jealous over anything he and Shannon had had. Thinking, he had gotten all of his lover's scars, he was about to roll Gibbs back over when he saw some kind of mark behind his ear. It was partially covered by his hair so he reached up with his fingers to feel where it ended. It wasn't long or puffy so he couldn't tell exactly. But it was thick.

"That's from Stephanie when she managed to hit me with her seven-iron," Gibbs supplied the answer.

Again Tony growled, wanting to throttle Gibbs' last ex-wife from hurting him. Gibbs' chuckling was cut off by Tony running his tongue along the scar and then to his sensitive spot right behind his ear. As Tony started nibbling his ear, Gibbs moaned and clenched the sheets. "Tony!" he gasped. Tony smirked, pleased with himself for knowing one of his lover's weak spots. As he listened to Gibbs' soft moaning, Tony decided to raise the heat back up. He rested nearly all of his weight on Gibbs' back, letting his hard cock rub between Gibbs' legs. Gibbs moaned loudly and uncontrollably bucked his hips up into Tony, spreading his legs to give Tony more room. Tony hummed in appreciation, and humped him again. Again, Gibbs moaned and thrusted back. His fists were gripping the sheets tightly; it was obviously he wanted to explode. Tony pressed his lips against Gibbs' ear and whispered, "Want do you want Gibbs? Tell me what you want."

Gibbs sighed as Tony's hot breath danced across him, but he didn't answer.

Tony humped him again, being sure to press against Gibbs' sac and dick. Gibbs gasped loudly and started shaking. Tony ordered quietly, "Tell me."

"I want you inside me," he managed to gasp.

Not needing any more, Tony kissed Gibbs' ear before sitting up and reaching into the night stand for lube. When Gibbs didn't move, Tony gently asked, "How do you want this Gibbs? Just like that or do you want to flip over?" Tony had never topped Gibbs before. He wanted to do it right, without hurting Gibbs no matter how much he wanted this. He had never felt more honored and trusted in his life.

Gibbs had to think for a moment through his arousal and anticipation. He wanted it both ways. The thought of Tony on top of him like he was nearly drove him to climax right then, but he also wanted to see Tony, to watch his face as he finally pressed inside him, as he finally came. Tony sensed what Gibbs was thinking and he leaned back down to whisper in Gibbs' ear, "We have all the time in the world Gibbs. I love you, and I'm never going anywhere. We have plenty of time to do it both ways. Hell, we have time to make love in every position known to man as well as time to come up with new ones. I'm sure we can come up with a position that no one knows," he chuckled.

Hearing Gibbs say it like that, he came to his decision, "I want you to take me just like this. I want to be completely at your mercy."

Tony moaned at the words but asked, "You sure?"

Gibbs nodded and moved to his knees. He kept his head down on the bed, his hands gripping the sheets still. Tony quickly, opened the bottle and squeezed some on to his hands. He would be slow and gentle with Gibbs even if it killed him. "Just stay as relaxed as possible love," Tony soothed as he lifted his hand to Gibbs' hole. As he started massaging it, he grabbed Gibbs' cock in his other hand and slowly started pumping up and down. As Gibbs moaned at the double sensation, Tony slowly eased one finger inside Gibbs. Gibbs gasped but didn't tense at the new feeling. Tony continued to press until he was all the way in. Then he started moving his finger to open Gibbs. Soon, he added two, and Gibbs still didn't tense, just continued to moan as Tony slowly stroked his cock. Eventually, he added three then four fingers inside Gibbs. The older man's moans never ceased, only increased in volume and quantity. When Jethro's hips started unconsciously thrusting back into Tony's hand, he knew Gibbs was ready. He slowly removed his fingers from Gibbs' hole and let go of his cock. Gibbs whimpered at the loss but then sighed as Tony's head pressed against his now-stretched hole.

"Ready?" Tony asked gently.

As a response, Gibbs pushed back into Tony and slowly took all of his cock inside him. Tony and Gibbs both moaned long and loud, wanting to come right then. But when Tony was balls deep, he paused and let them both calm down slightly. When Gibbs whispered Tony's name with so much love and trust, Tony knew he was ready and slowly started to move his hips. Tony took Gibbs gently and gradually, wanting this to last. They were both moaning long and deep. But finally, Gibbs wanted it all.

"Tony," he moaned, "Finish me off. I need you to make me come."

Not needing any other orders, Tony shifted slightly and then fucked Gibbs with all his might, making sure to press on his prostate with every thrust. Both men's moaning increased. Gibbs met Tony with every thrust until he was on the edge. Knowing how close Gibbs was, Tony shouted, "Come for me Gibbs!"

Gibbs let out a loud roar of Tony's name and came all over the bed. Tony followed quickly behind with a shout of Gibbs' name and shot his load into Gibbs. They both collapsed on the bed, and Tony held Gibbs as they came down from their highs. When they'd finally caught their breath, Gibbs said, "That was incredible."

"Yah. It was," Tony smiled. He kissed Gibbs temple before he slowly pulled out of him and went to get a wet wash cloth to wash them off. He tossed the soiled cloth away before climbing into bed with his lover, pulling the sheets over them. Gibbs turned around so he could kiss Tony's lips. Tony sighed happily into the kiss. When Gibbs pulled away, he said quietly, "Thank you Tony."

Tony smiled loving at him, "Thank you."

Gibbs settled deeper into the bed, resting his head against Tony's chest. He sighed long and happy as he relaxed. After a minute, he said, "Love you. Night."

Tony kissed his salt-and-pepper hair, "Love you too. Sleep well."

"Always do when you here to hold me," Gibbs whispered and then feel into a deep sleep.

Tony was left smiling with an amount of love he'd never felt before. He held Gibbs tightly to him, never wanting to let him go. Just as he was about to fall asleep himself, he suddenly thought of another quirk. Without moving too much, he reached into the drawer and pulled out the notebook. When he was done writing, he put it back, turned off the light, settled back against Gibbs, and fell asleep. "Gibbs Quirk Number 21: really likes having his scars kissed; it may lead to submission as well."