2 weeks later, after they had cracked the case, it was almost time for the DC team to leave. Tony and Gibbs had explored each other. Not physically, but more from the inside. They were getting to know each other better, but of course there was some serious kissing included.

It was the night before and the ex-marine was holding his young lover close, kissing the soft flesh of his neck, while one of his hands was rubbing across his back in circles. Tony had his hand in the silver hair, tugging slightly. Gibbs pulled back and couldn't stop the grin, when he heard his partner whine in protest.

He leaned back down and placed a loving kiss on Tony's lips. "I love you." He said, taking the younger man by surprise, judging the slightly ajar mouth and the redness that was slowly creeping up his neck and face. Giving him another grin, Gibbs took his sweet time kissing the Italian.

"Gibbs! Tony!" They heard their favorite Goth yell through the house and they broke apart. The Italian scrambled away and fell to the floor with a thud.

"Ow..." He groaned, rubbing his head where he had hit it on the night stand.

The ex-marine got up from the bed as well, walking to the bathroom to put some space between the two of them, while keeping his eyes on his lover to make sure he wasn't hurt.

A few seconds later, the door burst open and Abby jumped into the room. "Guys! Dress up! Since it's our last night, we're going out!" She took a look at the younger man on the ground. "Why are you sitting on the floor?"

He gave her a glare. "Because you scared the crap outta me." He grumbled.

"Oh, baby, did you hit your head?" The raven haired girl kneeled down next to him.

Tony pouted. "Yes." He answered miserably and Gibbs had to fight hard not to end up laughing. The Italian sure liked to be babied.

"Let me take a look." She gave him a soft smile. "Doesn't look that bad. Probably just a bump. You'll be fine."

"Abbs." Gibbs interrupted. "What did you want?"

Her beautiful eyes looked sweetly at him. "We're all going out tonight. It's our last night in Italy!" She turned back to the man on the floor. "There are clubs and bars here, right?"

"'course there are! What ya think I've been doin' the past year?!"

"Judging by those circles, not sleep?"

He gave her a sheepish smile. "There's that." Gibbs knew that he had caused at least some of those sleepless nights. "So, what did you have in mind? Something party-ish or something more classy?"

"Weeeell, since we're taking our Scottish gentleman and silver haired fox with us, I'd say classy!" She grinned and Tony laughed out loud.

"Abby." Gibbs' voice held a hint of warning.

"Giiiibbs! No! You are coming with us! End of discussion!" The lab rat said sternly.

The Italian shot his ex-boss a grin. "Seems like she's got you under control." The look he received from the ex-marine sobered him up. He smacked the back of his head. "There you go, Boss. Saw your fingers itching."

Abby noticed the slip, but didn't comment. "Dress up, boys. I wanna see you two hotties in suits!" Then she turned and left the room.

"How's the head?" Gibbs asked, walking around the bed and coming to a stop in front of the younger man. Holding out his hands to help him up.

Tony took them and got up. He grimaced. "Well, hitting it didn't make it better."

The ex-marine cupped his face with two calloused hands, turned the head and pressed a butterfly kiss on the spot that had hit the nightstand. "Better?" The young man made a satisfied noise.

"Hurts here, too." He pointed to his lips.

"Yeah?" Gibbs smiled at him.

"Uh uh." Puppy dog eyes were directed at him and so the older man leaned in, taking the soft lips in a kiss. They pulled apart, but not fully away from each other. Tony dropped his head on the nearest shoulder, inhaling the wonderful scent of sawdust, coffee and old spice.

Gibbs' hand found its way under the younger man's shirt and he started caressing the warm flesh in slow circles. The ex-marine buried his face in the brown hair, placing a kiss on the shell of the Italian's ear in the process.

"You're coming with us, right?" Tony asked and his breath tickled Gibbs' neck.

"I'm not really the going out type."

He could practically feel the younger man's disappointment. "That's okay." He pulled away. "I just thought -" He broke off. "But that's okay. Uh, you can, uh... just stay here or something." He nodded to himself and turned to look through his closet.

"Tony."

The Italian let his head hang. Gibbs didn't like that at all. "Just woulda liked ya to come." He mumbled quietly.

The older man sighed. He knew that he could never refuse Tony anything anymore. He wrapped his arms around the other man's waist from behind and kissed his neck. "I'll be there."

"Really?" Tony had turned his head a little to get a better look at the ex-marine.

"Yeah."

"Gibbs... you don't have to, if you don't want to." The Italian told him.

"I'll be there." He repeated.

"Gibbs."

The older man turned him. "Tony, do you want me to be there?"

The younger man licked his lips. "Yeah, but -"

"Then I'll be there." He said. "And now pull that lip back in before someone trips over it." Gibbs checked him under the chin.

Tony's pout turned into a small smile. "Does that mean you can't say no to the puppy dog eyes?" Blue eyes glared at him and the Italian grinned. "I'll keep that in mind for future reference." Then he pushed forward and kissed the older man soundly. "Definitely gonna keep that in mind." He turned back to his suits, but wasn't really surprised when he felt a smack against his butt. "Found a new spot to hit?"

"It's mine after all."

Something warm settled inside his tummy. "That so?"

"Ya. You're mine. And mine only. Keep that in mind." Gibbs told him.

The Italian looked at him then, a grin on his face. "Possessive much?"

"You know it. Got a problem with that?"

Tony shook his head. "No. Wouldn't have it any other way. But you better remember that this goes for you, too."

"Yours." The ex-marine said to him with a serious expression.

Half an hour later, Gibbs had already been sitting on the bed for the past 20 minutes, dressing had never taken him long. He was clad in his grey velvet-like suit jacket with his purple dress shirt and dark grey suit pants. Since he hadn't had that much time lately, the hair at his temples was a little longer than usual. To say it with one word, the man looked hot.

"Come on, Tone." This was what the ex-marine called him lately. "No one needs that long to get dressed. You're worse than my ex-wives."

"But still better looking." The young Italian answered, walking out of the bathroom. Gibbs wanted to reply, but seemed unable, now that he saw his lover. "You okay?" He asked.

The older man cleared his throat. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good."

"Do I... look alright?" Tony asked a little hesitantly.

Alright? How could the young man be that dense sometimes? He stepped up to his lover, putting his arms around his waist. "You look gorgeous." The shy smile and the blushing made Tony look even younger. And cute. The senior agent leaned forward and captured the soft lips in a loving kiss. They kept kissing for a few more minutes before pulling away.

"Gibbs..." The Italian moaned.

"Shh..." The senior agent shushed him, pressing another kiss against the slightly swollen ones of his lover. "Come on. The others are waiting."

Gibbs heard him grumble something under his breath. "I'll be there in a sec."

The older man frowned. "Your hair looks fine. Let's go."

"It's not my hair I'm worried about."

"Then what?" He watched the blush slowly creeping up the younger man's neck and his eyes trailed down, where he saw the tent his pants made. "Really?"

Now the blush had reached Tony's ears. "It's not my fault." He bit out. Gibbs couldn't help but laugh. "It's not funny!"

"Ah, Tone." He wrapped his arms around the young man and pulled him close, aware of how his erection was pressing into his own body. "I love you." He pressing a gentle kiss on the Italian's forehead. "Come on, Sexmachine."

To Tony those words were still too new. He couldn't believe the older man had said them, twice now and he just couldn't say them back. So he did what he did best, putting his mask in place. "Not helping here, Boss." As they walked out of the bedroom, Gibbs shot his young lover a last secret smile.

"You two look HOT!" Abby exclaimed.

"See?! Abby appreciates a man looking his best." Tony glared at his former boss, as if they had had an argument about that topic.