Ok, I would apologize for getting this chapter out late, but last time I get yelled at about apologies being a sign of weakness. Although this time I did have a legitimate excuse, school, work, and my own patheticness. This Monday, while I was at my Krav Maga class, I got a concussion. Doing a sit up. Yeah, you heard that right, there was a guy behind me, we went down at the same time, and our heads bashed together. I have never met anybody who got a concussion from a sit up, and my brother, father and my BOSS have been mocking me nonstop ever since. Friday, my brother went so far as to call me "headless joe." And to top it off, my little cat is in heat again, she won't stop cooing and meowing, and in response my fat cat keeps growling and meowing. One of these days Angel is just going to sit on Spike until she suffocates. She'll do it too, she's evil!

On an NCIS related note... I would like to know which is everyone's favorite Tibbs moment. See I probably have about three, the end of Left for Dead when Gibbs tells Tony that his door's unlocked so he can stay with him. Frame Up, when Tony's in jail and Gibbs comes to deliver him a pizza and then Tony's breakdown and how Gibbs helps him, definitely a classic. I also liked the end of Flesh and Blood when the two of them are on the couch eating steak and talking. Those are probably my favorite. Now what are yours?

Oh hey, good news! This chapter is long! Like nine pages long! Isn't that exciting? Although, considering the head injury I don't know how well it turned out. I don't know how good my writing skills are with a bruised brain.

I forgot to do this already; WARNING: This chapter contains hot nekkid man love between Tony and Gibbs. It also includes biting and a bit of blood, so if any of that bothers you, well, I would suggest skipping over the smut. There is a lot going on in this chapter so unfortunately I can't tell you to just skip over the entire thing, but say about half way through, I would suggest you stop reading. Otherwise, I hope it is as good as the last one.

Chapter Seventeen

Tim walked back into Abby's lab. She was at her computer typing furiously trying to find the exact location of the sniper's nest. They needed it. Gibbs and Tony could check it out, maybe shorten their list a little more.

Ziva was sitting next to Abby, completely stunned. Either Abby didn't notice, or didn't care, Tim couldn't be sure. But he had a hunch what happened.

"You told her, didn't you?"

He handed Abby the Caf-Pow. She kept her eyes glued to her monitor with an evil grin on her face. "I have no idea what you're talking about, McGee."

He turned to Ziva and quirked his eyebrow. "She knew that Gibbs and Tony have been in love for years," she said, still stunned.

Tim nodded. "Yeah, I just got off the phone with Tony. He said that the two of them have had sex since they got there."

That finally got Abby's complete and undivided attention. She whirled around on him, her face wide and excited. "Really? What did he say? Was it good? Did Gibbs top or did Tony? Who's bigger?"

"Abby!" He shouted. "He was just messing with me." That actually broke her heart. Tim couldn't understand the woman. How could she get so excited at the idea of two of her colleagues all over each other?

He visibly cringed. Every time he thought of Gibbs and Tony these days, he got a mental picture, and he desperately didn't want one. It got so bad that last night when he was working on his latest novel, he ended up writing a very descriptive sex scene between L.J. Tibbs and Agent Tommy. Geez, if he ever published that, his book sales would plummet. Unless by some miracle he had fans out there that thought like Abby.

"How can you be so sure, McGee?" Ziva asked.

"Because," he faltered. Actually, knowing Tony, he could have been telling him the truth. He'd know that Tim would automatically think he was lying. No! That was definitely not a possibility. "It's Gibbs and Tony. And they're working, they wouldn't jeopardize the job by having sex."

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Jethro was mad. But more importantly, he was hurt. He felt pathetic about it. He was hurt because his Senior Agent was good at his job.

He knew, with everything that he had that he loved Tony. Maybe he always loved Tony, he was just too damned pigheaded to realize it. But Tony… he was doing his job. He wasn't interested in him, he was just trying to sell his cover. And he was doing a damn good job of it.

His conversation with Trent that afternoon kept replaying in his head. "You don't think we don't know what it's like to do something you hate for your job? We do." He could only think of one thing that could mean. Tony resented being stuck here with him, having his boss grope him like some horny teenager trying to lose his virginity. He rubbed his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time.

What must he have thought of Jethro? On his hands and knees, willing to get fucked by an employee. It was obvious for a while now that Tony wasn't afraid of him anymore. But the question was, could he respect him?

Damn it, his head hurt.

He lay on the bed, getting more and more restless. Everyday ended with him just lying on the bed, his thoughts plagued with his companion. He missed his boat. There was a reason that Jethro didn't do undercover work. He couldn't get into the character as wholeheartedly as Tony. At least not anymore. Too many bad experiences for that.

Tony finally came back into the room. He was haggard, but damn it was he still beautiful. When the hell am I gonna get my balls back, he thought with a groan.

"McGee asked me if we had sex yet."

At first, Jethro had no idea why he just said that. It was kind of random. Then he stopped caring and focused more on the tone of Tony's voice. He sounded angry. He sighed, Tony was looking for a fight.

"Did you tell him the truth?" He kept his voice hard. He didn't want to fight, and he was hoping that DiNozzo would get the hint.

Apparently, he wouldn't. "I did. But don't worry he didn't believe it. You're reputation's safe."

So much for not fighting. Jethro jumped off the bed and glared at Tony. "Is there something on your mind?"

Tony slammed the drawer to the dresser that he opened. He kept his socks in there while he slept. "Yeah, actually there is." He stood up and faced Jethro head on. "I'm tired of this."

"Of what? The job?" Being here with me? Pretending to be gay? So many more questions, but he couldn't find the will to actually ask them.

"Of you!" Jethro felt his heart shatter at Tony's words. Tony's eyes darted around the room as he continued to yell. "You keep treating me like crap, and I'm sick of it. One second you want me, you're all over me, and the next you look like you're about to shoot me!" He finally looked up to meet Jethro's eyes. "What did I do now? What did I do this time to piss you off so much?"

"You didn't do anything except for your job."

Tony threw his head back and huffed. "How about this, when this case is over, I'm requesting a transfer." Jethro was wrong. That was when his heart shattered. "You don't want me around, then fine, I won't be around." He pulled off his shirt and tried to move around Jethro to get to the chair where he was going to sleep again.

But Jethro had other plans. He pushed Tony back. Tony stumbled, keeping his eyes off Jethro's face, but the older man didn't give a damn about that. He wasn't going to let him get away so easily. "You're not transferring. You understand? I won't allow it."

"What makes you think you have any say?"

"Because I'm your boss!" He was getting loud again, but he didn't care. This case was taking everything out of him and he didn't know how much more he could lose. He just knew that he couldn't risk losing Tony because of this. "Because you're my Senior Field Agent and because I don't want McGee to be."

"That's the problem!" Tony laughed, although it came out a little maniacal. "I want you." He huffed. "Damn it, Gibbs, I can't work with you if you're gonna push me away when all I wanna do is pull you closer." He rubbed his eyes. "That sounded gay." He dropped his hand and stared at Jethro again. "If you don't want me, then fine. I can deal with that. But I can't keep dealing with this hot and cold thing you've been doing. So just… just let me transfer so I can get my head back."

Jethro stared at him, completely stunned. He didn't let it show on his face, but he couldn't believe what Tony just told him. After this afternoon, with what he said to Trent, he couldn't imagine that Tony would want him. After the way he treated him, he thought the younger man would want to kill him.

Tony looked much better. Obviously everything that he was feeling was eating him up, it must have felt good to get it off his chest.

Jethro still hadn't moved. He loved Tony, and he really didn't care if NCIS would have a problem with it. He was going to love the younger man, and there was nothing that Vance or SecNav or anybody else could say. But could he risk everything for Tony? If people found out, it would have a better chance of affecting Tony then him. Hell, if anybody found out and tried to fire him, he could just retire. But Tony didn't have that luxury.

He could handle the consequences, but it was unfair to ask that of the other man.

"Why would you want me? Tony, I'm almost twenty years older than you. I'm a bastard who's been married four times—"

Tony cut him off. "News flash, Boss, I already know all of that. And truth be told, I don't really know. I have no idea what I see in you. I can't think of a single reason why I like you." He wiped his face. "I just know that I do."

"If NCIS found out about what we did here—"

Again, Tony cut him off. "Vance can't say shit, he was a guest here a few months ago." Jethro's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Tony turned mock sheepish. "I may have seen his name when I was downloading the list a few days ago. And if he does have a problem, then we could casually remind him of that."

Jethro couldn't help but smile. Even though Tony was technically talking about blackmailing the head of a federal agency, he couldn't find it in him to care. He couldn't think of a reason to turn Tony down again.

He moved closer till he was standing within inches of the younger man. He could see the deep circles under his eyes more intensely. He could also see the glimmer of hope. That look made his heart feel like doing backflips.

Without a word, he pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it to the floor. Then he pulled his pants and boxers down. He stood back up and just stared into Tony's eyes. "Are you sure this is what you want, Tony?"

Tony was silent. He stared into Jethro's eyes, his gaze never falling to his body. Jethro was afraid that might be bad. He was standing in front of a self proclaimed man whore, and the man whore wasn't looking.

Then Tony dropped his own pants. His shirt was already on the floor. The two of them were staring at each other completely naked. Jethro understood why Tony's eyes didn't wander. The same reason his didn't; he was confirming this was all real. That Tony really felt the same way.

And he did.

Smiling brighter than he had in a long time, Jethro grabbed Tony around the neck and pulled him closer till their lips met. It was much gentler than either time they kissed in the past. Before it was all about control, gaining dominance over the other. It was about the power. This time, it was about the feeling, about exploring every part of the other man.

Jethro's hands roamed all over Tony body. They caressed his chest hair, squeezed the tight muscles in his back, palmed his biceps and gripped his hips. Everything that he could reach, he touched. Tony's hands slid through his hair over his back to cup his backside before sliding up to do it all again. Slowly the two of them moved closer to the bed. Their knees hit, and they fell over.

They stopped kissing long enough to position themselves better on the bed. Jethro was on his back with Tony straddling his hips. Both of them were rock hard. Tony was smiling brightly as he moved so his cock was rubbing against Jethro's.

"How do you wanna do this?"

Jethro groaned as Tony started moving. "You're asking me now?" Tony just smiled. Jethro tried to think rationally this time, but he was having a hard time with Tony on top of him, stroking their dicks together in his fist. "I wanna look at you this time."

Tony's smile widened. "You know that's not what I meant."

"I know."

Tony leaned down and kissed him again. He stretched out his body so he was completely covering Jethro. They still rubbed together, but now there wasn't a part of him that wasn't covered by the younger man.

Slowly, tortuously, Tony started moving. Casually sliding up and down Jethro's body to cause friction. Jethro groaned. "You're evil," he said as he pulled his mouth away from the kiss.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet." Tony placed a light kiss to Jethro's lips before moving down to kiss his jawbone. His teeth scraped against his skin, causing a shiver to run down Jethro's spine. Tony moved lower, every inch he moved, he kiss, and with every kiss, he bit down harder and harder. By the time he reached Jethro's collar bone, he was sucking the skin into his mouth and biting down so hard he was leaving red marks. Those would be purple by the morning.

But Jethro didn't give a damn. He arched into Tony, desperate to get more of his body into that mouth. Tony reached between them and grabbed hold of Jethro's dick. It was leaking with pre come. Tony took it all and slid it along the member. He squeezed and twisted enough to cause a little pain, but mostly sent shock waves through his partner's body.

He reached Jethro's chest. The older man gripped the sheets. Tony's tongue darted out and flicked his left nipple. Jethro groaned. He clamped his eyes shut tight and just enjoyed the feeling of wetness moving across the tiny nub. He felt Tony suck the entire thing into his mouth, while the tongue still danced across it.

"Mark me."

Tony stopped sucking on his nipple. "What?"

"Mark me. Make me yours." He could hear Tony's smile before he felt the teeth biting down into the area around his areola. He yelped out in pain. The teeth broke through his skin and his blood seeped out. Tony licked at the blood like an apologetic kitten. Except it was Jethro who purred.

The trip down Jethro's body was slow and torturous. Tony's lips barely brushed against his skin, his tongue peeked out and only the very tip would sweap across his skin, but he wouldn't move faster than an inch every thirty seconds. His breath was tickling Jethro's torso. And then it disappeared.

Jethro finally opened his eyes. Tony was down in front of his penis, just hovering over it. He gave him a cocky grin. Jethro was frustrated. He was about to snap when Tony's tongue darted out and flicked his tip. His cock twitched as more fluid seeped out.

He kept his gaze glued to the younger man's. There was a gleam in Tony's iris. For a moment neither man moved. Jethro stopped breathing, too busy anticipating.

Tony opened his mouth wide and sucked in the head of Jethro's cock. He sucked in his breath, and tried to focus only on the wet heat surrounding his manhood. He felt Tony's tongue swirl around, lapping the pre come that dripped out of his slit.

Jethro threw his head back and moaned as Tony opened his throat and swallowed him whole. "Fuck." He bucked his hips up, wanting to find a way to push his entire body between those lips.

Something cold and slick rubbed across his hole. When the fuck did he grab the lubricant? He really didn't care anymore. Tony was teasing him again. Just like last time, he wasn't penetrating, he was just rubbing his coated finger across Jethro's backside. He wasn't even trying to enter him.

Tony's head bobbed up and down on his cock, in a combination of sucking and blowing and licking. Jethro kept bucking his hips up while simultaneously trying to force Tony to enter him. But every time he felt Tony's finger start to slide inside of him, he would pull away.

"Stop teasing, DiNozzo," he ground out. "Just get on with it."

"Not very patient, are ya boss?" Jethro was about to say something in frustration when he felt Tony slide into him. He sucked in his breath and held it. He wasn't as tight as he was the last time, but his muscles still encircled Tony's finger and refused to let go.

He slid a second appendage in and started to stretch him out. He twisted his hand around, pushing his fingers apart. What was once cold heated up till it felt like fire.

Jethro lifted his knees up to better rock his hips back. Tony had pulled his mouth away from his cock—much to Jethro's chagrin—and focused slowly preparing the older man for him.

Sweat was already coating Jethro's body. His cock twitched, desperate for attention. Inside of him, Tony managed to find his prostate and went about stroking it. Breathing was damn near impossible. He wanted to cry out, scream, call out Tony's name, or hell, beg him to fuck him already. Jethro was not the begging type, but he was willing to beg right now. Except he didn't have the breath to do any of that.

Tony's warm and lean body stretched out to cover his. His mouth sought Jethro's, nipping at his lower lip while his tongue darted in for just a quick taste. If he could make sounds, he would have groaned. He wanted to swallow his lover whole and Tony was making that incredibly difficult.

He felt the younger man's arm move by his head. His eyes darted over to see Tony reaching for something. He couldn't see what, but somehow he still knew.

He reached out and grabbed Tony's wrist before he could take hold of the condom. Tony looked down at him, confusion written all over his sweating face.

"You know I'm clean," Jethro panted out.

Tony nodded. "I do."

"And I know you're clean."

"I am."

He pulled Tony's hand away from the nightstand, just holding it in the air. He tried to convey his message with his eyes. Tony was always good at reading his expressions. He didn't let Jethro down. "Are you sure?"

With a smile plastered on his face, Jethro pushed himself into a sitting position so he was straddling Tony's lap.

Tony chuckled. "Very limber in your old age, bo—"

Jethro cut him off with a kiss.

He reached underneath him and grabbed onto Tony's cock to guide it inside of him. Before being with Tony, he rarely bottomed with men. He was a Marine, and somehow it felt wrong. Like apologies, it was a sign of weakness. But he didn't feel that way with Tony. He couldn't explain it, but it just felt right.

He felt the head against his anus and lowered himself down. His body molded perfectly around the younger man's manhood. Already the head slammed into his prostate. A shiver ran down his spine.

Tony sucked in a gust of air and clenched his eyes shut tight. He dropped his head onto Jethro's shoulder. The older man yanked his hair back, forcing Tony's head back. Jethro first attacked his mouth, greedily claiming it with his tongue. Then he moved down and sucked on Tony's neck. All the while, he rode back and forth on his dick, just sliding back and forth. Tony pushed up to match him.

He gasped and moaned with every push. Without the rubber surrounding Tony's member, he could feel the skin against his, the friction with every movement. It was the most inteanse things he ever experienced. Jethro's cock tingled. Already his balls were tightening as the tip of Tony's dick kept gliding over his sweet spot.

He somehow managed to fold himself practically in half. His teeth latched on and bit hard into his lover's skin across his ribcage. Tony threw his head back. "Fuck!" That word became one long drawn out yelp. Jethro sucked on that spot even as blood filled his mouth. He wasn't a freak, he didn't like the taste of blood or anything, this was more intimate than that. He could never have a full open relationship with Tony, walk down the streets holding hands, or a big ceremony where all their friends and family could watch them exchange vows. But by biting him, he was leaving a mark on him that would never fade. It was more secret and personal than a wedding ring. Tony was his now.

He grabbed Jethro by the arms and flipped them again so he was on top. Jethro's legs wrapped tightly his waist. Tony thrust hard and deep inside of him over and over again. Jethro's fingernails dug into the younger man's back. Tony groaned and buried his face in the crook of his lover's neck. "Fuck boss."

His movements became more erratic with each thrust. He grabbed Jethro's wrists and held them over his head as he placed a rough kiss to his lips. His tongue pushed through Jethro's teeth and pulled his tongue into Tony's mouth. Jethro pushed himself up to force Tony's cock deeper and deeper inside of him. His whole body was on fire, his backside was the worst. There was definitely pain, but that was being drowned out by the waves of pleasure that ran through him. And Tony kept pushing deeper and deeper inside of him, rocking and moving so he didn't just slam into Jethro's prostate, but also glide across it as well.

His muscles tightened, his balls squeezed as he shot lines of come across Tony's abs and chest. He cried out and threw his head back against the pillow. He cried out Tony's name.

The younger man dropped his head on Jethro's chest and bit hard into the skin until he drew blood, causing Jethro to cry out again as he came once more. He felt the heat pour into his backside as Tony climaxed. He kept bucking against him until he stopped shooting.

Finally spent, Tony collapsed onto Jethro's chest with a grunt. He rolled off of him so they were lying next to each other. For a while, they just lay there trying to catch their breath. Jethro's entire body was pleasantly sore and tingly.

After another minute Tony finally spoke. "'Make me yours?'" He turned to Jethro with his eyebrow quirked and a grin on his face. "Where the hell did that come from?"

Jethro ignored him, instead chose to stare at the ceiling. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He wrapped an arm around Tony's shoulders and pulled him closer.

"Seriously," Tony started, "what was that about?" He settled himself into Jethro's side, his hand resting over the nipple that he bit. The blood was already starting to dry up, but the mark itself would probably last awhile.

"Heat of the moment," was all Jethro would say on the subject.

"You say some pretty weird things in the heat of the moment."

"And you curse a lot."

Tony laughed. "What can I say? I get a potty mouth when I'm horny." That caused Jethro to chuckle as well. Tony's hand casually ran over his nipple. It was still relatively tender, but Tony's fingers felt good, so he didn't bother telling him to stop. "So how long are you mine for?"

Jethro looked down at the mop of hair resting on his chest. "What do you mean?"

"Are you mine only for this one night, or until the wound heals? What's the time table here?"

Jethro thought about that for awhile. The romantic side of him wanted to say forever, but the logical part of him realized that was just stupid wishful thinking. Instead he kissed the top of Tony's head and said, "As long as you want me, Tony."

He could feel Tony smile. "And how long am I yours?"

Jethro almost forgot that he bit Tony as well. "As long as I want you."

"And how long is that?"

Jethro shrugged. "At least until another red head comes along." Tony playfully wacked him in his chest. "Ow!" Jethro yelped in between laughing. It was so loud and boisterous, it felt foreign to his ears.

"Bastard."

"Yeah, but you love that about me." Jethro ran his hands through Tony's hair.

Tony snuggled in closer. "I don't know why though." His breathing slowly evened out as he fell asleep.

Jethro lay awake, slightly tense for a while. Tony didn't deny that he loved him. True he didn't just come out and say it, but it was still implied.

Jethro let out a sigh on contentment as he let sleep claim him.

Tony loved him.

Hope you liked it. And also, the question from the last chapter still stands. Now that you have all read the latest sex scene, do you think there should be another one? Oh and just so everybody knows, the story is quickly coming to a close. Maybe only a couple more chapters left and thsi story is done! Although there's at least two more, but that is not a definite number. It depends how things play out next chapter. See you all soon!

Bob