Devotion Chapter Forty Three
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
Gibbs screamed as he repeatedly slammed his fists against the truck's steering wheel.
The red light was taking forever, giving him too much time to think about the shit he had just jumped into.
How was he ever going to face Tony after what he just did?
The light turned green and he stomped on the gas.
He drove like a maniac, his thoughts running a mile a minute.
The devil on his left shoulder whispered:
"Don't worry…he was into it….he wants you!"
The angel on the opposite side scolded:
"How could you? Taking advantage of a friend who just lost the love of his life!"
Had he taken advantage of Tony?
"Hell no!" His devil voice said "You helped that jerk and look what he did to YOU…after all YOU did for him he has the nerve to tell YOU to go? And then he called that asshole in to take your place…DiNozzo should be on his knees sucking your dick!"
Gibbs smirked at the thought of that.
He could picture Tony on his knees in front of him as he held his head in a vice like grip, fucking his hot, sexy mouth. He imagined ramming himself down Tony's throat, gagging him with his dick as he shot load after load of hot seed making Tony swallow it all.
"My God!" His angel voice cried out "Are you a beast? Thoughts like this are the devil's work…"
"Ya think?" his devil voice interrupted smugly.
"ENOUGH!" Gibbs said loudly sending his inner voices on their way.
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"Did my bodyguard duties include keeping your boss away from you?"
"What!?" Tony said, turning suddenly, startled by the voice directly behind him.
Mark Jensen was the epitome of concern as he placed his hand on Tony's right shoulder and gave it a loving squeeze.
"Is Gibbs a problem? Did he force himself of you? I am a witness…I can testify he sexually harassed you!"
Tony almost laughed but then felt like he might cry.
"No!" he said "Gibbs was not sexually harassing me….and he is not a problem…it's just…"
Tony looked at Mark who raised an eyebrow waiting for his response.
"It's just complicated I guess….forget it ok?" Tony pointed towards the house.
"Let's just get inside."
Mark followed Tony back into the house.
If Tony could see the way Mark Jensen watched him as he moved he would be terrified.
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Gibbs drove his truck up onto his lawn not caring that he should have just parked in the drive way.
He got out of the truck and slammed the door. Like his front door, he never bothered to lock it.
He stomped up his front steps and threw open the door, then slammed it closed.
He made his way to the basement. He pulled a jar full of nails off his workbench and tossed them about with the flick of his wrist. He reached down and pulled out his best stock of bourbon-an 80 year old, 100 proof, bottle of Old Charter that Tony had given him for Christmas.
Bourbon was sipping liquor but Gibbs was on his second shot of it when his phone rang.
It was Abby.
"Hey Abs."
She paused for only a moment before saying:
"Oh my God, what's wrong? Are you okay? Is Tony okay? Something is wrong! What's wrong Gibbs?!"
He pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it for a second.
'How did she always know?'
"Everything is fine Abby!" he lied "Why are you calling?"
He heard her harrumph before saying:
"I'm calling to let you know we found many different blood types on the scythe's handle…and all the blood is human."
Gibbs placed his jar of bourbon on the workbench and pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt a stress headache dying to make an appearance.
"Were you able to get any DNA evidence?"
"No…we weren't" Abby said defeated "We just couldn't recover enough of it to run DNA."
"Were you able to figure out how many victims were slaughtered with that weapon?"
"As you know bossman, there are four principal types of blood: A, B, AB, and O. There are two antigens and two antibodies that are mostly responsible for the ABO types. The specific combination of these four components determines an individual's type….."
"Abby! Pass the science lesson and give me a number!"
"Right…..the sick part of all this Gibbs is we were able to type at least 20 different victims."
Gibbs sighed feeling helpless.
"I have some other bad news I'm afraid, bossman."
Gibbs merely grunted as she continued.
"They pulled Ruben Santiago's body out of the Potomac this afternoon. His throat was slit just like Spence's informant, Ricky Hernandez. Ducky said he had been tortured for hours before the final cut."
Gibbs thought he might puke.
Exhaustion began to set in as he said "Thanks for calling Abby…I'll…"
She cut him off saying:
"Where's Tony? Is he coming in tomorrow? You aren't with him are you?"
Damn it!
"I'm at home Abs and I have to go…."
"Where's Tony, Gibbs?" She demanded.
"He's at home being guarded by a Metro cop named Mark Jensen."
"What happened between the two of you? You told me you fixed him, Gibbs!"
"Damn it Abby! Back off already! Tony is fine and you will see him tomorrow! Get some rest and I will see you in the morning, alright?!"
"Fine! But nothing better happen to my Tony, Gibbs…..there will be hell to pay if he is not okay!"
Gibbs was stunned when Abby hung up on him.
"Fuck!" he yelled picking up the jar of bourbon and throwing it against the cement wall.
There was little satisfaction in his actions.
He went up to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
He didn't have the luxury of getting drunk.
He had a big day tomorrow but before he made his way to bed, and tried to sleep, he had two calls he needed to make.
It took him a few minutes to get it together but when he was in boss mode he hit speed dial 1 which connected to Tony's cell phone.
Gibbs was happy it went to voice mail. He knew he was stalling but then he became worried.
He hung up and dialed Spence's home phone number.
It rang a few times and then a male voice answered "Hello?"
It wasn't Tony.
"Jensen…its Gibbs…put Tony on."
There was silence and then Gibbs heard a faint chuckle as Jensen said:
"Tony's sleeping, Gibbs…you'll see him tomorrow."
"You better fucking protect him with your life Jensen! Nothing better happen to…"
"Like what Gibbs? Like I sexually assault him when his murdered boyfriend is barely in his grave a week?"
It was a low blow and Gibbs hung up absolutely enraged.
He breathed heavily trying to control his anger.
When he felt he had a semblance of control he hit speed dial 3.
McGee answered, stifling a yawn.
"Hey boss…"
"Hey Tim….I need a favor."
"Okay" McGee said instantly alert.
"I need you to hack Mark Jensen's juvenile records as soon as possible."
"I can do that boss but it may take a day or so."
"Work your magic McGee…and this is just between us alright."
"Sure boss….is Tony okay?"
Gibbs rolled his eyes thinking 'I hope to God Tony is fine' but said to McGee:
"DiNozzo's fine…you'll see him tomorrow."
Gibbs hung up and sitting on his couch he ran his hand over his face wondering how things got so fucked up.
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Earlier
"You want a beer?" Tony asked Mark as he re-set the alarm then headed towards the kitchen.
"Sure!" Jensen said as he followed, never taking his eyes off of Tony's ass.
"By the way…the alarm code is "bite me" in case you need to use it." Tony said
Jensen chuckled as he thought about biting Tony's ass. He knew he would enjoy that very much.
Jensen sat at the table and thanked Tony as the cold bottle of beer was placed in front of him.
"So why am I here Tony?" Jensen asked as he took a swig of beer.
'Good question' Tony thought, regretting everything that had happened with Gibbs….well almost everything.
Tony being a dick was regrettable but that kiss was by far not regrettable in anyway.
Tony just didn't know what was going to happen when he saw Gibbs again.
He hoped Gibbs would want to talk about it and not just pretend it didn't happen like the last time they were in a situation like this. Tony didn't think he could do that again.
"You are here because you had offered to help if I needed you. Plus I know you took great care of Joe when he was in the hospital...and I needed someone to take Gibbs place so he could go home."
Tony hoped Jensen would leave it at that.
"Fair enough…." Mark said with a charming smile.
"Cool!" Tony said, adding "I appreciate you doing this tonight Mark. If you don't mind I am going to go upstairs and take a shower. Feel free to watch TV…there are more beers in the fridge….oh…and I use the guest bathroom so if you want to get ready for bed feel free to use the bathroom in the master bedroom."
When Jensen heard the shower running he ventured upstairs to look around.
He grabbed his bag from the guest room and headed into the master bath.
Before he rummaged through his bag looking for the small amber vial he always carried with him, he opened the medicine cabinet and his eyes grew wide.
The cabinet was stocked like a pharmacy. He paused for a moment but still hearing running water he scanned bottle after bottle of the narcotics lining the cabinet shelves.
"Jesus" he whispered seeing Tony's name on every one.
Percocet, lortab, oxycotin, vicodin...there was even a bottle of morphine.
He pulled a pair of latex gloves out of his bag and slipped them on.
Reaching into the cabinet he removed several bottles and shook them, surprised to find they were full.
All of these narcotics were prescribed for pain or as a sleep aid.
Mark Jensen placed his vial on the counter top and went to work like a kid in a candy store.
He pulled out a pill from one bottle and then two from the next. He continued this ritual until he had the perfect amount of pills for the job he had in mind.
Before he closed the mirrored cabinet he made sure everything was back in order.
He set the pills aside and pulled off his gloves. He then slipped on a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt.
He wrapped the narcotics in a tissue and made his way back down to the kitchen.
When Tony appeared 15 minutes later he was happy to accept the hot beverage Mark had made for him.
"Hot cocoa with mini-marshmallows? I love hot cocoa with mini-marshmallows!" Tony said
"I know! You also love Top Gun and can quote every line but your favorite movie is Chinatown. You do a mean impersonation of Jack Nicholson and you prefer brunettes over blondes but Spence was the exception."
Tony's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he sipped his cocoa.
"Wow…you know a lot about me Mark….I can't really say the same…."
"Not a problem Tony! You'll really get to know me soon enough."
Tony smiled trying not to think how creepy Mark Jensen sounded in that moment.
Tony walked towards the couch and tripped.
Mark grabbed his cup before he dropped it and helped Tony sit down.
"Thanks…guess I am actually pretty tired" Tony said as Mark handed him the mug and sat down next to him.
Tony downed the cooling beverage and placed the mug on the coffee table.
Realizing Mark had not been drinking anything Tony said "You didn't want a cocoa?"
"Hate the stuff…..I actually prefer something a bit stronger."
"Yeah…like what?"
Those were the last words Tony uttered before he slumped forward against Mark Jensen.
"Like You!" Mark said as he stood and pulled Tony up and over his shoulder.
He whistled as he carried Tony upstairs to the master bedroom.
He threw Tony down on the bed and quickly undressed him.
He stood back to admire Tony's beautiful physique.
He turned Tony over and examined him from every angle.
Tony still had some areas on his body that were battered and bruised but Jensen could look past that.
He had his eyes on Tony since the first day Spence introduced them.
He had so many fantasies where Tony was the main attraction he had lost count.
Unfortunately, Mark Jensen had no way to perform with anyone who was awake.
He had bordered on necrophilia but had never had the nerve to go the distance.
He wished he could have a normal sex life but that had never been the case for him. He had tried everything…psychiatric therapy, drugs, electro shock therapy -to no avail.
He knew it stemmed from the abuse he suffered at his parent's hands. He had hoped when he started the fire that killed them he would escape into normalcy but that didn't happen.
He lived a lie but it was on his own terms. He helped as many people as he could as a police officer or as a co-worker or as a friend. He didn't really have many friends who cared about him. Those that thought they knew him would be shocked to know his truth. He hid very well.
Other than his parents-who in his eyes had deserved to die-he tried never to kill anyone intentionally.
He had taken lives on the job but that was part of the world he worked in.
He had been a very lonely man until he discovered rohypnol.
The date rape drug was the only way he could get laid.
He was careful not to leave any physical evidence and had usually been very successful with it.
When an opportunity presented itself he couldn't help himself he had to take it.
Seeing Tony, lying on his stomach ripe for the taking, had been an opportunity too good to be true.
As he leaned in to squeeze Tony's tight ass, the muffled sound of a cell phone ringing filled the room.
Jensen grabbed Tony's discarded pants off the floor and pulled the phone out to check the caller ID-it was Gibbs.
He stuffed the phone back into the pants pocket and threw them back on the floor.
He then stood quietly watching for any movement. Tony didn't move.
Jensen turned Tony onto his back and stroked his impressive penis.
He was happy Tony was cut and at least 7 inches.
Jensen was leaning down to take the flaccid cock into his mouth when the phone next to the bed rang.
Tony was dead to the world as Jensen picked up the phone and said "Hello?"
When Gibbs hung up on him, Jensen looked back at Tony's still body and thought about what he had just said to Tony's boss:
"Like what, Gibbs? Like I sexually assault him when his murdered boyfriend is barely in his grave a week?"
He laughed at the irony of his cruel statement.
For the next few hours Tony was his, and no one would ever know…not even Tony.
A/N-Okay…I do not know how this story became so twisted….I had actually wanted Jensen to end up a hero but the Smut brigade and the kink fairies snuck up on me and viola. I know a lot of you hate cliffies but I am a sucker for them….they push me forward to see what will happen next…and just like this chapter and the one before I am stumped they turned out this way. Just remember I am a happy ending gal…..but the ending is not yet in sight. Thanks for reading y'all! Oh…and I never use a beta so all mistakes are mine and the DNA and blood stuff in this chapter sounded really good to me even though I did a bit of research it may be total bullshit…..but I think it sounds kinda legit! LOL!
