Author's Notes: This is a pretty long one; I hope you like where things start to go between Tony and Gibbs after the intensity of the last chapter. Let me know what you think!
Warning! Explicit BDSM, non-con, dub-con, slash
Chapter 13
Gibbs sat bolt upright, going immediately from asleep to awake, startled to awareness by unknown movement and sounds. It took a few seconds for his surroundings to register, another few seconds to ascertain there was no imminent danger, and then a few more seconds to realize what had broken through his exhaustion.
Tony was mumbling and squirming, his head rolling from side to side while he had a heated conversation with an unknown opponent.
"No….please no, I don't want you to do that," he begged. "I'm sorry if I was bad….I'll do better….just stop, ok?"
Gibbs bit his upper lip. He despised hearing Tony pleading like this; he must be reliving the events from earlier. It hurt to hear how much Tony had been traumatized by the experience.
He leaned toward the younger man, reaching out a hand to wake him, when the next words caused him to pause.
"Please, Zeke, please…..it hurts when you do that! Stop! No, don't…no!"
Tony was yelling, but not at him, at someone else. Gibbs froze in the dark when understanding hit him like a slap in the face. Tony was yelling at someone else. Rick had been right; Tony had been abused, a long time ago, when he was too young to understand the difference between coercion and submission. It made so much sense. All these years he had been fighting between his innate desire to submit to someone who cared about him, and the need to protect himself from being hurt by some animal who took all control away without any concern for his well-being. No wonder the boy was confused. Everything had been jumbled up before he had a chance to become a man and sort it out.
Damn. The knowledge of what Tony must have suffered all these years made his gut ache. Gibbs would hunt down this Zeke character and feed him his balls for lunch.
Another desperate plea caught his attention and he returned to Tony, who was shaking and twisting his hands in the sheet.
Gibbs pushed the damp hair off his forehead. "Tony," he said gently. "Tony, wake up you're having a nightmare." He accompanied the soft words with a gentle shake of the other man's arm.
Tony's eyes fluttered open, comprehension dawning slowly. "Gibbs? Wh….what? Where….." He propped up on an elbow and looked around, his eyes still guarded as if looking for an attacker.
"It's just me, remember?"
"Yeah….ok, yeah, just….just a dream," Tony mumbled before dropping back to the bed and closing his eyes.
Gibbs spooned up behind him again and pulled Tony's bare back against his own chest. DiNozzo didn't fight the closeness, but tried to burrow in deeper, letting his head rest in the crook of Gibbs' arm.
"I'm sorry," Tony whispered, his soft words almost lost in the darkness. "About earlier. I….I kind of lost it, I guess." He sighed heavily. "Everything seemed to catch up with me all at once."
"It's alright," Gibbs replied, dropping a gentle kiss on his hair. "It was a lot to deal with." He paused, hoping this was the right thing to do. "You want to tell me about your dream?"
Tony stiffened in his arms, and Gibbs kissed his temple. He wasn't sure how DiNozzo would respond to the gentle touches after what happened in the training room, but his gut told him Tony needed the affection. "You don't have to…..but you can; I'll listen."
For a long time Tony didn't respond, and Gibbs wondered if he'd fallen asleep. The soft, hesitant voice caught him off guard.
"It happened the summer I was eleven. My Dad got married again, and he left me at home with the Nanny." Tony continued the story in his quiet, smooth tenor, telling Gibbs about his Nanny, Rosie, leaving when her mother fell ill, and his father dumping him off on the handyman, Zeke, without even a second thought. He described how Zeke beat and assaulted him almost every day from the very beginning, terrorizing him in his own home. He told about being completely isolated since Zeke took out the phones, and he had no money or transportation. Zeke was his only means of survival and he had to do what he was told or there would be no food for days on end.
Gibbs held Tony with one hand and stroked his hair with the other, fearful of moving lest the cocoon that made Tony feel safe enough to talk would be broken. Quietly, suppressing a rage that wanted to consume him, he asked, "How did you get away?"
Tony swallowed and cleared his throat. "Zeke got drunk and tried….tried to rape me. But he couldn't get it up so he went nuts, hitting and kicking me until he passed out. I was hurt pretty bad, but I knew if I didn't get away he would kill me before my Dad finally came home from his honeymoon." Tony sighed deeply and Gibbs waited for him to continue. "I had found his stash of money so I took it; I had Rosie's address in Brooklyn and I left to go there. It was raining, and I could barely walk, but it didn't matter if I ended up dead in a ditch as long as he couldn't get his dirty hands on me again."
Gibbs turned Tony's head so he could make out his profile in the darkness. "You did good, Tony. I always knew you must have been a tough little kid."
Tony smiled wanly, and his eyes glittered. "A woman started talking to me at a gas station where I stopped to get warm. I must have looked pretty pathetic," he said absently, lost in the memory. "She offered to drive me the rest of the way; I think she was afraid I was going to end up passed out on the side of the road or something. She didn't leave my side until Rosie opened her door and let me in." Tony paused and shook his head. "I never even knew her name."
"What did Rosie do?"
A few tears escaped Tony's eyes and trailed slowly down his cheek, and Gibbs brushed them away with his thumb. "She took me to the hospital; I was a mess. Broken ribs, concussion, internal bleeding. I got a nasty infection that took weeks to clear up. My Dad came and I remember waking up to see him and he looked at me like he couldn't decide if he should smack me or throw up. He said we were never to speak of it again, so we didn't. He didn't mean for it to happen," Tony added a little defensively.
Gibbs growled his disagreement at that. He and Senior had a few things to work out about being a parent. "What happened to Zeke?"
"He disappeared. There was never any kind of investigation – my Dad knew enough people to cover it up. He didn't want it to get out that he'd left his son with a child molester."
Tony peered up at Gibbs, frowning. "Whatever you're thinking, stop. Zeke died over two years ago so you can't go all Lorena Bobbitt on him even if you want to."
Gibbs let out a huff of air through his nose. Maybe he'd dig up the body and desecrate the skeleton. "I can't believe your Dad didn't do anything."
Tony didn't answer, but shifted until he was lying against Gibbs again, and the older man went back to running fingers through his hair, surprised Tony didn't stop him. "It was a long time ago," DiNozzo finally said.
"Oh, Tony," Gibbs whispered. "There are some things we never leave behind."
Tony made a choking sound, staying silent.
Gibbs held him for the rest of the night, standing sentry against the nightmares, and waited for the dawn to come.
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Abby stared down at her microscope and let out an uncharacteristic curse. "Damnit. Damnit, damnit, damnit," she repeated, pounding her fists on the table until everything was shaking and threatening to fall off. A vial tumbled toward the edge and a hand barely caught it before it hit the floor.
"You ok?" McGee asked, his face tight with worry and concern in his voice. He carefully placed the vial back on the table, awkwardly watching for some sign of her mental state.
Abby thinned her lips and threw herself onto the stool, laying her head on her folded arms. "I thought I might get a break this time, but it's nothing again. Nada, nil, nix, nyet, nothing," she mumbled, refusing to look at him. "Science is supposed to be the key to everything, but it hasn't gives us one solid lead yet."
"What were you working on?" he asked, checking his watch. "It's past one in the morning; you should be home in bed, or you know….in your coffin, or whatever."
She turned her head to glare at him. "And why are you still here, McNightOwl?"
McGee frowned even more, the mangling of his name not improving his mood. "I was….you know….looking over some stuff."
"You were trying to find a lead on Tony or Gibbs. Just admit it. The truth will set you free." She rested her head on arms but this time kept looking at him. McGee leaned against the table.
"You too?" he asked.
"Yeah," she confirmed. "I reexamined all the evidence taken off the Marine's clothes but didn't come up with anything new. I was hoping to use some of that fluff to maybe narrow down a geographic area, but it's just common, everyday lining from a coat sold at Wal-Mart. It could've come from anywhere." She sounded just as dejected as she felt.'
"I can't find anything, either. Nakamura has some of the best people in the world cooking his books; nothing is out of place and whenever I trace any of his spending it's lost in a spiderweb of transactions and shell corporations. My eyes are starting to cross from looking at it." He drifted over to a shelf and picked up Bert.
"There has to be something we're overlooking, Tim. People don't just disappear off the face of the earth!" She sat up straight and tugged her pigtails in place with determination before wiping the black smudges from under her eyes. "I'm not giving up," she announced firmly; if she had to search the rest of her life she would never, ever quit since she knew neither Tony nor Gibbs would rest if it was her who had gone missing. McGee could write books about her longevity and fortitude in the face of adversity. She might have to take a leave of absence to devote herself to the search full time, but it didn't matter. Her entire life would be dedicated to bringing her friends home. She looked up confused when a farting noise interrupted her inner monologue.
McGee held the stuffed hippo and grinned slightly when he squeezed and it farted again. Abby giggled softly, taking the toy in her arms and squeezing it too. "I won't give up either, Abs," McGee promised. "But I'm also not going to let Gibbs and Tony kick my ass when they come back and you've run yourself ragged. Come on, I'm taking you home to get some rest. You haven't left this lab in days."
He snagged Bert, sat him back on the shelf and patted his head, then held out his hand to the Goth scientist. Abby stood there for a minute and considered refusing his offer. She had stayed up a lot longer than this with nothing more than hourly Caf-Pows to keep her going. But then again Gibbs had been around, and somehow he gave her strength. Without him….it wasn't the same. McGee cocked an eyebrow and wiggled his fingers, adding puppy dog eyes before she finally relented. "You're right. But I'm coming in at 0500. Don't try to stop me!" She glared at him menacingly.
'Wouldn't think of it," he agreed, his face a mask of innocence. "Considering it's so late, maybe I'll just crash on your sofa….."
Abby smiled wryly and took his arm while she picked up her black purse with pink trim and a bedazzled skull and crossbones. "Me casa you casa," she teased. "Besides, it's not like you haven't seen inside my coffin before anyway."
McGee blushed and Abby beamed, feeling a small sense of peace for the first time in a long time.
They would find Gibbs and Tony. She was sure of it.
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Tony peeled his dry, puffy eyes open, noticing that he was in bed alone. He groaned inwardly and rolled over on his back, the events from last night painfully fresh in his memory. He considered headslapping himself for his behavior; he'd acted worse than a pre-menstrual sixteen year old. First the hissy fit and then….he'd told Gibbs everything. His deepest, darkest secret never spoken out loud for nearly thirty years laid out in the open. Not even Wendy had known.
He couldn't explain what had come over him; being in this place had made it impossible to shake the past, to seal it away in a corner of his soul like he usually did. He'd been struggling with control issues ever since that horrific summer, and being in a position where he was faced with a similar lack of power every day had taken its toll. Gibbs, shit Gibbs had somehow wrapped those strong arms around him and made him feel safe enough to reveal the one event that had colored all the rest of his days with its black and blue aftermath.
Even though Tony thought he'd left it all in the past, it was no farther away than his own shadow. Always there, even when he couldn't see it. How a few months in his life could have such a profound impact – it didn't seem fair that he couldn't escape from it.
Now, someone else knew. Not just someone, but Gibbs. He groaned again, fairly certain that he was going to have to talk about it some more, and he really didn't want to have that conversation. Then again, he really didn't want to face the day at all if it meant getting overwhelmed and pushed to the edge like yesterday. He didn't think he had it in him to deal with so much emotional turmoil two days in a row.
In his everyday life he took great care to make sure he didn't get put in physical or sexually vulnerable positions – even when he had the occasional one-off with a man he always maintained a level of equality. The imbalance of power, having his body used, it was almost too much to handle.
"No sense hiding," Gibbs drawled from the doorway of the bathroom just as he pulled the covers over his head in an attempt to not deal with it. "Might as well get up and get it over with."
"Did you ever think about writing a book?" Tony asked without removing the blanket from his face. "You could include all your rules and those neat little quotes of yours. The world needs more Gibbsisms."
"You haven't done so bad following my rules. Here." He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the blanket down, and handed Tony a plate with a bagel on it. "You need to eat something."
Tony pushed himself up against the headboard and poked at the toasted bread. "You got any jelly?" he asked with a pout.
Gibbs walked over to the table, picked up a tiny packet and tossed it at DiNozzo, who caught it easily. He peered at the label. "This is cream cheese."
Gibbs just shrugged and picked up his coffee, indicating Tony could take the condiment or leave it. Tony took it, dipping the bagel in the cream cheese when a utensil didn't come flying across the room. The older man resumed his seat on the bed while Tony ate. After a few bites, his stomach began to protest, churning violently as he thought more about what he'd revealed last night and imagining what might be in store for today. Eventually he sat the remaining bagel back on his plate deciding that eating anymore would be a really bad idea.
"I'm not all that hungry," he told the watchful Lead Agent who cataloged his every move.
"So I see," Gibbs agreed, taking the plate and sitting it on the table. "That's ok for now but I'll make sure you eat more at lunch."
Tony swallowed, thinking about the intimacy of Gibbs' hand feeding him his meals. "You know I can feed myself. Been doing it for years."
"Doesn't mean you can't let someone else do things for you sometimes, DiNozzo." Gibbs leveled a challenging gaze at him.
Tony drew his legs up to his chest, unwilling to analyze his tendency to acquiesce to Gibbs. Last night he had wanted to punch the man's lights out and this morning – all he could think about was how Gibbs had held him while he struggled with his memories. No one had ever done anything like that before; the tenderness made the rest of yesterday seem like another bad dream. He found that forgiving Gibbs was easy, he had a harder time forgiving himself. Gibbs had risked his life to find Tony, and he deserved more than a temper tantrum as payment. Regardless, Tony hoped Gibbs wouldn't press him about what he'd shared the night before; he decided to face the issue and get it out of the way so he didn't worry about it all day. "You gonna make me talk about what I told you?"
Gibbs looked away for a moment, then turned his blue eyes back toward him, searching for something. "Is that the first time you talked about it?"
"Yeah," Tony answered, picking at a thread on the blanket. "I tried to forget it ever happened."
"Some things are impossible to forget. They stay with us, make us who we are whether we like it or not," Gibbs offered sagely.
"See." Tony grinned wistfully through his lashes. "Definitely one for the book."
Gibbs drained his coffee. "Stop deflecting, DiNozzo. You've been under a lot of pressure here, especially considering what happened to you."
Tony licked his lips nervously. As usual, Gibbs was absolutely right; that didn't make it any easier. And there was no way to predict what kind of training session they'd have to come up with next in order to maintain the façade for Rick and his cohorts. "There's no guarantee I won't flip out again today. I mean, I'm glad it's you and not those guys, but…..it's still hard. Sometimes I can't control how angry it makes me no matter how much I try."
The older man placed a hand on the back of Tony's head and let it rest there; somehow the gesture made Tony feel grounded and less like he was going to fly out of his own skin. DiNozzo recalled all the chaste kisses Gibbs had given him the night before and the times he'd woken to find himself wrapped in safe, strong arms, able to drift back to sleep without worry. He felt his heartbeat quicken and his loins stir. He dropped his chin and wet his lips again. Some of this felt far too good, far too right, to comprehend.
Gibbs lifted Tony's chin and locked his blue gaze with Tony's green. "I want you to do something for me Tony. Today, regardless of what I ask, just focus on me and you. Nothing else. No one else. Everything I do is to bring you pleasure, not pain." He cupped Tony's neck again and brushed his jaw with his thumb. "I have to play the hardass Dom for them, but it doesn't mean I…" He paused, clearly not comfortable with putting so much into words.
Tony flashed back to the kiss they had shared in the training room, letting the fact Gibbs had actually kissed him sink into his addled thoughts. How much of that had been for show and how much of it had been real? It had felt real enough. Gibbs had let his hand drift down between Tony's shoulder blades where he absently rubbed circles on Tony's skin. Somehow the touch felt charged, electric. "Back in DC; what were you going to tell me that night? I need to know…..I want to know," Tony pressed. The way Gibbs felt could change everything and he needed to hear it. If it was even close to what he suspected, it might help him stay in control during their time out in the compound.
Gibbs quirked a half-smile. "I was going to kiss you until you couldn't think straight and tell you I want to be your Dom."
The statement wasn't totally unexpected, but it was so to the point it still managed to shock Tony. He must have been staring because Gibbs chuckled self-consciously.
"You can close your mouth now."
Tony's jaw clacked shut. "I'm not exactly good sub material, Boss, even though everybody else thinks I am," Tony explained with a shake of his head. "You know what I'm like; I could never be what you want. Now you understand why." He broke eye contact and refused to look at Gibbs anymore; there was a level of consideration in Gibbs' expression that he didn't deserve. The last thing he wanted was Gibbs' pity.
"Yeah, DiNozzo I know what you're like." Gibbs leaned forward, hands on either side of Tony's body; Tony looked at him curiously, unwilling to back away when he entered DiNozzo's physical space. "And I still wanted to take you home and make you mine."
They were words that both scared Tony and made him shiver with excitement; a bruise remained on his neck where Gibbs had bitten him yesterday, identifying his territory. Tony couldn't deny that Gibbs' presence, strength, command, and sheer dominance, sent thrills through every nerve ending and took up residence in his groin. Having Gibbs so close to him, sleeping in the same bed with him; for the first time in forever he felt like he belonged somewhere, to someone. And he liked it.
"I'll try to do better today, Boss. I promise." He felt surprisingly contrite and eager to please, not angry and combative like before.
Gibbs pecked him on the temple. "Good. Now hit the shower; we don't have much time left."
Tony jumped to obey, getting back into the living room in time for Gibbs to leash him. The involuntary jerk of his cock was downright embarrassing. He really missed wearing clothes when Gibbs didn't hide his interest in Tony's erection. DiNozzo groaned once more.
"Do you mind not staring?" Tony asked testily. "Everything's on display and I can't do anything about it."
"It looks good," Gibbs replied. "You don't have a reason to be embarrassed."
Tony gaped as Gibbs took his wrists, pulling them behind him to snap them together. His dick bobbed again, swaying semi-erect in front of him. Tony looked down in dismay, wishing he could reroute the blood in his body by willpower alone.
Gibbs stepped back around and pulled him close, trapping Tony's dick between them and to his mortification it grew even harder. Gibbs smiled at the result. He nuzzled Tony's neck, lightly nipping his way up until he hovered over Tony's mouth. "I told you, Tony, today is about pleasure – I'm going to show you how it should be with a Dom and a sub. You've made all these assumptions based on misinformation and I intend to correct that. We've got to go through with this any way; might as well enjoy it."
His lips descended and caught Tony's; his tongue darting in as he forced their mouths together. Tony returned the kiss, letting his own tongue find its way inside Gibbs' parted lips, tilting his head as they melded into one. He forgot for a moment where he was and what was happening, escaping into the sensations of his skin against Gibbs' soft shirt and pants, the hand gripping the back of his head, the other hand wrapped around his waist to hold him up. His dick throbbed with his heartbeat as Gibbs' possessed him with his mouth and tongue. When the older man finally pulled away he left Tony panting, dazed and speechless.
Tony closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath.
"Now that is a good look on you," Gibbs said, and Tony noticed the black chino's he was wearing were tented in the front. "Let's go make all the other boys jealous."
He opened the door and stepped out, tugging Tony's leash and DiNozzo had to follow whether he was ready to go or not. For the first time, the lack of control didn't bother him, it actually set his heart racing more. Maybe this was what it felt like to be a sub, he considered, walking behind Gibbs. He trusted the man taking the lead to protect him, take care of him, do whatever was possible to make everything easy and enjoyable for him. To know what he could take and what he couldn't. He relaxed some. Nothing really mattered right now except following Gibbs' lead, doing what Gibbs decided they should do.
Instead of fighting the feeling he went with it, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world to belong to Gibbs, mind, body, and soul.
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McGee stared at the phone in his hand and looked over at Ziva, who stared back with a curious expression.
"Well?" she asked, leaning forward. "Who was it?"
"Vance," he replied, placing the receiving back down on the phone. "He wants to see us in his office."
"Why?" Vance almost never wanted to speak to them in person so it was an unusual request. She stood. "Does he know something about Tony or Gibbs?"
McGee shook his head. "He didn't say, but I hope so." Waiting had become nearly unbearable. No one had heard from Gibbs in weeks, and Tony…..anything could have happened to him after so much time.
Ziva joined McGee going up the stairs. "So how was your night with Abby? She said you stayed over."
McGee stopped and looked at her disbelievingly. "She told you about that?"
"We are girlfriends, of course she told me. She said you were very comforting and she appreciated having someone who understands her so well." Ziva's brown eyes danced mischievously.
"Is that all she said?" McGee asked anxiously. He couldn't believe Abby would talk to Ziva about something so personal. He felt a little bit betrayed.
Ziva tilted her head. "Why? Was there more that she left out?"
"No….not really….I just wondered." He narrowed his eyes. "You're fishing, Ziva David! Well trust me, I'm not like Tony I never kiss and tell!" He continued up the stairs.
"So you kissed her. I knew it!" Ziva followed after him, smirking triumphantly.
"That's not what I meant!" McGee protested, feeling like he'd been trapped. It had only been a small kiss goodnight, but it was the closest they'd been since they had briefly dated years before. He felt slightly disturbed by using the situation with Tony and Gibbs to get close to the pretty Goth, but Abby needed him in the absence of her pseudo big brother and surrogate father. He was merely filling a void like any good friend would do.
Ziva strode past him smiling smugly. "Do not worry, Tim, your secret is safe with me."
McGee rolled his eyes and huffed, jogging to catch up as she made her way to the door of the Director's office.
His secretary glanced at them and nodded. "Director Vance is expecting you; go right inside."
They entered to find Vance and another man waiting for them.
"Agents David and McGee. Thank you for joining us. This is David Carlysle, Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Please have a seat."
The MCRT members settled in the chairs indicated. Vance didn't smile as he continued.
"It has become imperative that the issue surrounding Agent DiNozzo and the other missing men be resolved as swiftly as possible, so we are entering a formal partnership with the FBI to expedite the investigation. As a result, we think we have a plan to lure out the individuals who are potentially operating the human slavery ring."
Director Carlysle took off his glasses and nodded. "Leon assures me the two of you will be able to play a pivotal role in assisting with our undercover operation."
"You want us to go undercover?" McGee asked, confused. Vance had done a one-eighty; just a few days ago he had argued Tony hadn't even been abducted. Tim met Ziva's eyes to see she appeared just as lost. "As who?"
Vance finally smiled, but it didn't have any warmth or comfort. "A beautiful Israeli heiress with money to waste and her less than fulfilling slave who she'd like to replace."
Ziva's eyes opened wider and McGee stared in stunned silence, neither knowing exactly what Vance could possibly be planning.
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They went to the breakfast room, like every other morning this week, and Tony barely hesitated when he knelt by Gibbs' knee. Now that he'd decided to let himself get into the role, to try and take Gibbs' advice and not worry so much about what he was doing, it felt rather peaceful to accept the position. Like it was his choice and he wasn't being forced to do it. Honestly, if it got Gibbs to kiss him like that again, he'd be willing to do just about anything. Within reason. Gibbs brushed his hand through Tony's hair, letting his fingers separate the strands, until he pulled Tony closer and settled DiNozzo's cheek against his thigh. Tony didn't fight, but took comfort in the feel of Gibbs' strong muscles, relishing the physical connection he craved but didn't experience very often.
He could hear the Doms talking around him, but most of it didn't register; he drifted, content to let Gibbs take care of dealing with the others.
Suddenly Gibbs stood, and he struggled to his feet, still unable to move easily with his hands bound. Gibbs steadied him with a palm on his back.
Steve folded his arms, tense and angry. "So the princess likes being your little pet, Leroy. What did you do, fuck him into submission?"
Tony stiffened, the peaceful feeling dissipating quickly. Before he had a chance to open his mouth and smart off to the arrogant bastard, a hand cupped his butt cheek and squeezed, completely distracting Tony from his building tirade. His eyes flicked to Gibbs, who squeezed again, and in no uncertain terms let it be known he should keep his mouth shut.
"Drop your eyes, boy," Gibbs stated coldly. Tony did it, but he had to make himself. Every instinct screamed for him to attack, lash out, defend himself. One of Gibbs' fingers slipped dangerously close to his crack, sliding inside and rubbing up and down. Tony froze and his mind went blank.
"I have my ways of gaining obedience," the blue-eyed man explained patiently, continuing to move his finger inside Tony's cheeks. "Attention, affection, discipline – those are what a real Dom uses to command submission; to deserve it." Tony could hear the challenge in Gibbs' voice and wondered how this would end up. His traitorous dick perked up again, bobbing against his stomach. Through his lashes he saw Steve glaring at his growing erection. He was grateful for Gibbs' presence, considering what Steve had already forced him to do. There was no telling what else the man had conjured in his depraved mind. And he thought head slaps focused his attention.
"I was hoping to train that tight virgin ass myself," Steve grinned lasciviously. "There's always hope Nakamura will share."
The finger stopped moving and Tony thought he might stop breathing. A strangled sound escaped his throat before he could stop it.
Rick laughed. "If Nakamura buys him, I can guarantee there won't be any sharing. That little Asian shit won't take his cock out of that tight ass long enough to let anyone else have a chance." The owner petted Tony's hair approvingly. "You ready for some exercise, boy? Work up a sweat for Leroy?"
Tony practically bit his tongue to keep from smarting off that he wasn't suddenly the recipient of a lobotomy. Gibbs spoke up before he had a chance to lose it.
"I have some other plans for his work out today – I thought we'd get close to nature, so to speak." Tony wanted to ask what Gibbs' meant, but he made himself stay quiet. Could Gibbs possibly be suggesting what it sounded like?
"Oh, you are interesting, Leroy. I'm sure your slave will enjoy whatever you've dreamed up for him to do. Just don't get too close to the fence; I'd hate to see our best trainer and prized sub not make it back."
"Your best trainer? Seriously?" Steve grumbled, eyes flashing angrily. "If you had let me fuck that slut I can damn well promise he'd be acting like my bitch now." He took a step toward Tony, but Gibbs blocked his path. Steve seemed to think the better of starting a fight and noisily stalked out of the dining room instead.
"I don't think he likes me much," Gibbs deadpanned.
"He doesn't like to be threatened, and right now your success with Tony makes him feel inadequate. I'll talk to him, get him to understand you aren't out to replace him. He'll calm down."
"I'm not so sure about that," Gibbs disagreed. "But if he doesn't, I won't let him take his anger out on an innocent slave. He'll have to deal with me."
"That's what makes you special, Leroy. You train slaves like they belong to you. I'll see you later in the training room." He turned to follow his partner.
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A few hours later Tony found himself carefully picking his way through trees and undergrowth, carefully avoiding briars and brambles.
"You do realize I look absolutely ridiculous, don't you?" he asked Gibbs, who was moving through the woods ahead of him. Gibbs paused and glanced over his shoulder at his second-in-command.
"I think you look adorable."
Tony gasped indignantly. "Are you making fun of me? Because I think you're making fun of me." He was once more dressed in the tight, red spandex shorts, running shoes and nothing else. "I could be an honorary member of the Village People," he groused to himself. "If I get sunburned I'm going to be really pissed!" he yelled at Gibbs.
The lead agent ignored Tony's mild tirade, carefully studying the expanse of fence in front of him.
"What exactly are we doing out here, anyway?" Tony asked, gingerly coming up behind him.
The silver-haired man walked further along the fence line, expecting DiNozzo to follow. "There's no way we're getting into that communications room; it's too heavily guarded. The only other option is to get out through this fence somehow."
"Oh," Tony stated, taking more time to study the metal fence that was topped with barbed wire. "So you didn't bring me out here to have sex?"
Gibbs laughed out loud. "Is that what you thought?"
"Well," Tony shifted from foot to foot, shrugging sheepishly. "That's what it sounded like you were implying."
Gibbs continued walking. "That's what I wanted them to think. I'm trying to find the best way out of here. Get your mind out of the gutter and help me."
They moved slowly, studying the perimeter, which based on the height of the fence, the barbed wire, and the electricity, seemed in Tony's eyes pretty damned impenetrable.
"Over there," Gibbs finally said, pointing. He jogged to a small mound of earth near the fence and Tony followed. "We can start from this high point, climb the fence, cut the barbed wire, and go over."
Tony scratched his head. "That's a good plan, Boss. Except for the fact we'll be electrocuted, and even if we survive we don't have any wire cutters."
"So we'll have to go over the fence when the electricity has been interrupted and we'll have to steal a pair of wire cutters. We're resourceful; I think we can handle that."
Tony made a face at the fence. "I'm glad you're an optimist, Boss. This reminds me of a porno I saw once,…"
Gibbs let him prattle on, not paying much attention but glad to have some of the old Tony personality back for a while. He was worried about the way Steve had been watching DiNozzo; something in the way the man's flat dead eyes raked over Tony's body had him concerned. He could see the lust there, the need for possession, and an underlying anger built upon his failure to dominate Tony. It would only be a matter of time before Steve would have to be put in his place where Tony was concerned; he only hoped Rick would back him up when the disagreement finally occurred.
"Hey!" Tony said loudly. "Are you paying any attention at all? I've been talking for ten minutes and you haven't heard a damn word I've said!"
Gibbs turned to face Tony, trying not to smile at the way he was packaged – the green cuffs, red shorts, and white tennis shoes, his brown hair in messy spikes, and the soft hair on his chest trailing down over his flat stomach toward his bulging groin. He could've been on the cover of an adult magazine; possibly the Christmas edition.
"My face is up here!" Tony demanded, noticing the way Gibbs' eyes were wandering.
"Just admiring the view," Gibbs stated, walking over to cup Tony's head before kissing him possessively. Just like this place was pushing Tony toward his submissive side, it was forcing every toppy instinct Gibbs possessed to the surface. Tony had always, on some level, belonged to him, and now it was consuming him completely.
Gibbs broke the kiss, noting how Tony's eyes had fallen half closed and stared back at him dreamily. The midday sun created a halo effect around the tips of his thick brown hair. It was no surprise Steve wanted him; Gibbs wasn't sure how he had resisted so long.
"I don't like the way Steve looks at you," he growled. "I can tell he wants to fuck you."
Tony's eyes snapped the rest of the way open and Gibbs found something in the green depths he hadn't seen before but probably should have suspected. "He won't try anything with you around," Tony said a little too quickly.
Gibbs hadn't moved his hand from the back of his agent's neck. He let his gaze bore into Tony's, giving him the stare that caused suspects to wilt into confession rather than endure it too long. He didn't like using it on Tony, since DiNozzo had more than enough experience reading his expressions, but he wouldn't accept anything less than the truth. "Did he do anything to you before I got here?" His voice was implacable, cold, unwavering.
Tony blinked but didn't answer immediately, and that was enough for Gibbs to know.
"What did he do?" Gibbs demanded, shaking Tony's head roughly, ignoring the fact DiNozzo appeared somewhat dazed. "Tell me," he repeated. It was disconcerting to feel the rush of anger rising in his veins, but he couldn't stop it. Someone else had touched his boy, and it was maddening.
Tony's eyes were wide and frightened in a way Gibbs hadn't seen before, the lightheartedness that had filtered into them all but gone in the face of Gibbs' sudden flare of temper. "It wasn't a big deal, I don't think…."
"I didn't ask you to think! Tell me what he did to you. Now!"
"He uh…..he fucked my mouth, that's all," Tony practically whispered, looking down and away. "Rick wouldn't let him do anything else." Tony shook his head, not looking back up. "I'm sorry, Boss."
Gibbs tilted his chin up, forcing Tony's skittish eyes to not look away again. He ran a finger over Tony's lips, his lips, before kissing him again, not breaking it off until Tony stopped resisting and melted into his body. This was what he had been afraid of all those years he had denied having any feelings or attraction for the younger man—the overwhelming sense of ownership that bordered on obsession if he didn't keep it in check. When they got out of this place DiNozzo would be lucky if Gibbs didn't lock him in a room and never let him leave again. No one touched what belonged to him. No one.
He realized he must have had a frightening expression on his face, because Tony was rock still against him and barely breathing, scanning his visage for some sign of the man he recognized. Gibbs let go of his neck, aware of the small, finger sized bruises he'd left behind from digging into the skin with so much force.
"You don't have anything to be sorry for, Tony, but I'm going to have to teach Steve a lesson before this is all over," he murmered, squeezing Tony's shoulder reassuringly, trying to release some of his anger. He'd keep it at a low boil until it was time to let it out, for now Tony needed not to blame himself. "You mind?"
."No, definitely not," Tony agreed easily, his voice betraying his uncertainty at whether or not Gibbs was serious. "I know you'll keep me safe." There was no uncertainty behind that statement, and Tony impulsively burrowed himself against Gibbs' neck, kissing gently at first, then nipping harder until he reached the sensitive area behind the older man's ear, trying hard to erase his angry mood.
It was the first time Tony had taken the initiative to touch him, and it was more than Gibbs could stand.
He'd held out for so long, denied his fantasies, denied his desires, and it was impossible to do with Tony finally making the first move.
Gibbs swept his foot to the side, taking Tony down onto a thick patch of grass with a soft whump. He straddled the startled man, gathering his wrists and pinning them to the ground by each side of his head. He leaned over, letting his own growing erection throb against Tony's. "Don't start something you don't intend to finish," he purred. He bit along Tony's jaw, down Tony's chest, until he found a soft nipple to suckle and tease to hardness. He moved to the other sensitive peak of flesh, giving it the same treatment. Tony moaned and squirmed, his cock pulsing rhythmically into Gibbs'.
"Boss….that's so….." Tony gasped and struggled for words.
"Can't think of anything to say, DiNozzo?" Gibbs taunted, taking one hand and sliding it through the soft chest curls and down Tony's abdomen where he carefully lifted the waistband of Tony's scandalously tight shorts, his fingers encircling the head of Tony's dick which was already wet with pre-cum. DiNozzo gave a sharp intake of breath.
Gibbs let his fingers fondle the sensitive head while leaning up to capture Tony's lips in another kiss. "No one else is going to touch you Tony, ever again. You belong to me now, you understand that?"
DiNozzo was arching into his hand, trying to create more friction. "Do you understand me?" he demanded, his lips still pressed against Tony's soft mouth.
"Yes, Boss, I do…..please…..I need….." Tony trailed off, and Gibbs suspected his young protégé didn't know what he needed.
But that's what Gibbs was there for. He let his palm get slick from pre-cum and wrapped it around Tony's hardness, stroking several times until DiNozzo shuddered uncontrollably, shouting his orgasm loud enough to startle a flock of birds into flight. Gibbs own cock strained against his pants, wanting a chance at release, too.
He jerked when Tony's hand popped the button of his trousers and slipped inside. Gibbs moved to give Tony better access, aware that reaching his own climax wouldn't take very long. He let out a long groan as Tony worked on him, stroking his hard length in long, swift sweeps. He cried out when his dick started pulsing, thick white streams splattering out onto Tony's stomach.
They were both panting when Gibbs lowered himself down into the grass next to DiNozzo where he propped himself on one elbow. Tony's eyes were closed and his lips were parted; he had one hand thrown over his forehead and the other wrapped in the hem of Gibbs' shirt. The sight was incredibly sexy and incredibly endearing – he suspected he would never get his fill of the boyish agent wrapped up in the body of a Greek Adonis. It was amazing he had managed to keep his hands to himself this long. At least they wouldn't have to try and pretend the walk in the woods was about anything other than back to nature sex. Gibbs tossed his arm across Tony's chest and lay there, breathing in Tony's musky scent and letting the sun warm his face.
A small part of him wanted to be happy, to enjoy this brief moment in time, but reality wouldn't let him go and he contemplated just what they would do once they left this mad place behind them and returned home.
Would he be forced to let Tony go? Would DiNozzo want to forget everything that happened here? For a long time he watched Tony's chest rise and fall and tried to predict a future that was impossible to see.
NCISNCISNCIS
Steve barreled around the small office clenching and unclenching his fists. "What the hell is this, Rick?" he demanded when the former psychiatrist entered and shut the door behind him. "Are you trying to get rid of me? Don't you trust me anymore?"
Rick walked behind the desk and sat down, his body relaxed and calm in the face of Steve's rage. He crossed his legs before speaking. "Of course I trust you; we're in this together. Partners. I would never turn my back on you."
There was a long silence as Steve turned to face away from the wiry older man, gathering his thoughts around him. "I don't know where I'd go if you made me leave," he said softly. "This is my home."
"I know that," Rick replied, reaching into a drawer and removing a bottle of dark colored liquor and two glasses. He poured each of them a drink. "Here," he held out a glass toward his long-time friend. "Calm down."
Steve turned and frowned, before taking the glass and swallowing the liquid in one quick gulp. Rick sipped his and poured Steve another. His partner might not be the most intelligent man, but he was loyal and willing to do anything that needed to be done to ensure the survival of their enterprise. He was often brash and headstrong, yet both those traits had proven useful over the years.
And he knew how to kill without regret or remorse. That was a quality Rick couldn't buy, and he doubted Leroy Jackson was quite so cold-blooded. He needed Steve, and he intended to make sure the man never left his side. He was the brains, but Steve supplied much-needed muscle. "I shouldn't have said that earlier; it was insensitive of me," he placated.
"You're fascinated with this Leroy dude," Steve complained. "But I don't like him and I don't trust him. The way he looks at DiNozzo – it just ain't right. There's something going on there."
"You might be correct. I've noticed a much stronger connection than would seem possible in such a short amount of time, especially from someone as combative as Tony has been." Rick took another sip of his drink, considering. "I'll watch them but I don't want them to know we suspect anything so do your damn best to act normal. Think you can accomplish that?"
"Of course I can. Just promise me one thing."
Rick sighed, guessing he already knew the request. Steve didn't disappoint; he usually did more thinking with his dick than with his brain and there was no way he could let a man as attractive as DiNozzo go without testing out the product.
"Before that brat gets sold off, I'm going to fuck him – and that damn prick Leroy is going to watch me. We'll see what he thinks about somebody else's cock in his pet's ass." Steve slammed his glass on the desk and gloated. "No one makes a fool of me and gets away with it, especially not a smart-mouthed slave."
Rick poured another drink, letting the alcohol burn its way down his throat; as long as DiNozzo brought in as much at auction as he hoped, he didn't care what was done to him, by Leroy, Steve, or Nakamura himself. There was a house on a Caribbean island he was interested in buying, and the pretty NCIS agent was his ticket to balmy nights and ocean breezes.
He might even take a slave or two.
NCISNCISNCIS
Tony paused outside the training room door, hesitating until Gibbs gave him a shove in the back that caused him to stumble through the opening. Briefly Tony wondered what Gibbs would do if he refused to enter; would he be punished for the defiance? He had no desire to find out what kind of punishment Gibbs could hand out, even if it was only being done to maintain their undercover identities. There was no rational reason to be afraid; Gibbs had already promised to do something pleasurable that would satisfy Rick, Steve, and the other gawkers, and would show Tony the benefits of being a sub. He wasn't convinced that was possible, but he was willing to let Gibbs give it a shot.
After their afternoon alone, he would probably let Gibbs try just about anything. They had stayed in the woods as long as possible, enjoying the sun and warm breeze and the peaceful break of not being observed by Rick and his band of thugs. It had surprised him how good it felt to simply lie in the grass next to Gibbs while the older man traced calloused fingers up and down his torso, occasionally kissing him, and talking about nothing more important than whatever movie flitted across Tony's mind. Gibbs seemed content to let him rattle on, smiling enigmatically when Tony said something funny, and even offering up a comment or two of his own. It was comfortable and easy in a way Tony hadn't experienced with another person in a long, long time. They had studiously avoided the topic of their escape – for the time being they were trapped, and it did no good to focus on their predicament. It was nice to not worry for a while.
Gibbs had cataloged every bruise marring Tony's skin, every rib poking out of his too thin body, every scrape, scratch, and cut that remained from the harsh treatment he had endured at the hands of these sadists. Tony had watched him through slitted eyes filled with disbelief at his gentle ministrations. After so many years of knowing only the bastard, it was hard for him to accept the nurturing side that so few people ever got to see. He suspected only Shannon had brought out the softness that tempered the steel at the core of his Boss' being.
"It's time to go back," Gibbs had eventually announced as the sun moved lower in the sky, brushing his lips against Tony's. The senior field agent swallowed down a flare of panic at the idea of returning.
"Maybe we should just make a run for it," Tony declared, sitting up and brushing grass from his hair. "I don't know about your gut, but mine says this is all going to end really bad really soon."
Gibbs reached down a hand and pulled Tony to his feet. "Can't do it, DiNozzo. We'd either end up fried in that fence or shot in the ass. We have to take our time and come up with a plan if we want to make it out of this alive."
Tony bit his lip – Gibbs shouldn't even be here. Guilt rose up like bile. "I know you're right, I'm just worried that's all. You shouldn't have come after me, Boss. You shouldn't have…."
A finger pressed against his lips, silencing him. Gibbs leaned his forehead against Tony's and ran a hand through his hair. The protective gesture sent a surge of electricity from the point of contact straight down Tony's spine. "I'm exactly where I want to be, and I'm going to get us out of here. Trust me."
Tony smiled, small and genuine and heartfelt. Maybe there were some positive aspects to this sub thing after all, especially if you were lucky enough to get Gibbs for a Dom. "Always, Boss. All ways."
He did trust Gibbs, more than anyone; hell they had practically had sex…..made love….what had they done earlier in the day? It was still hard to believe that Gibbs had jerked him off to a mind blowing orgasm and kissed him for hours. Gibbs. Leroy Jethro Gibbs. His Boss. Tony's hand had been wrapped around Gibbs' dick. He was amazed his mind was still intact to process the information.
Now they were back to this alternate universe that had made it all possible, but also scared the living shit out of him. He took a shallow breath and swore to really put his faith in Gibbs to know his limits, and not push him farther than he could go.
Gibbs led Tony across the hardwood floor to a large, overstuffed brown leather chair. His Boss sank down into the plush cushion, and with his eyes indicated for Tony to kneel. DiNozzo settled by his feet, ass on his heels, and leaned toward Gibbs. He was practically begging to be petted, and Gibbs obliged, resting his hand on Tony's head, carding fingers through his hair as the training sessions started around them. The activities were unsettling, to say the least, and having Gibbs touching him somehow made it easier to tune it all out.
He focused on the soothing sensation, trying to ignore his own nakedness while so many people were milling about. The were all engrossed in their own actions, and no one really paid that much attention to him, but it didn't make him feel any less exposed and vulnerable. He doubted he would ever get used to parading around in his birthday suit for the world to see.
Rick entered, wearing a thin grey sweater with patches on the elbows, pleated pants, and wingtipped shoes. He looked more likely to give a lecture than bend a slave to his will, except for the bullwhip he carried in his hand. Steve held a young man by the arm, roughly dragging him past equipment until he was centered under a set of chains. Quickly his arms were stretched wide and he was secured in place for a beating Tony had more than enough memories of himself. The man was whimpering softly, trying to hold onto his dignity. The battle didn't last long, as Rick placed a row of vicious red stripes on his exposed back. By the time Rick finished his victim had resorted to crying and pleading for mercy. Rick gave a satisfied laugh and left the sobbing man hanging in his chains.
The sight made Tony sick. The smell of sweat and sex filled the air; low moans and outright screams punctuated the sounds of smacking skin and the dull thud of floggers. Nothing in this room was about pleasure; it only existed for control and pain.
Tony grew more agitated the longer the night went on. Sensing his tension, Gibbs skillfully eased the knots out of his shoulders. Tony silently questioned if the older man was ever going to do anything to him, or if they were only watching tonight. Tony didn't know if he could handle any kind of "training" that put him in a position of subjugation; the cracks in his armor were growing wider by the minute.
Steve approached; he'd removed his shirt and his muscles glistened with sweat from beating a slave with a cane before jerking off all over the bound man's back. His barbaric laughter still echoed in Tony's ears.
"So is this what the best trainer around does with his sub? Sits all evening and watches everybody else work? Rick might buy your Zen crap but I think you're full of bullshit, Leroy." He grabbed Tony's chin and forced his face up to look at him. "You want a real Dom to show you a thing or two?" he asked, roughing up Tony but in reality baiting Gibbs. "I'll show you what it really means to submit. You know I can, don't you?"
"Boy," Gibbs called out, "over here."
Tony jerked free from Steve's grip and stood, gladly turning his back on the moron, to find Gibbs pointing at the area right in front of where he sat in the chair.
Gibbs stood to face him, kicking his feet apart and unhooking his wrist cuffs. "You need to learn your positions," he ordered. "Lace your fingers behind your head and don't move, I have something for you."
The silver-haired man reached into his pocket and pulled out two small sparkly objects. He bent forward and licked around Tony's nipple, eliciting a surprised squawk from DiNozzo. He sucked and teased until the nipple was diamond hard and standing up in a peak. Without warning, he attached something cold and tight around the tormented flesh; with a quick twist he tightened the nipple clamp until Tony lifted up on his toes and started panting with the pain.
"Bo…..boss…." he spat out before he could stop himself.
Steve chuckled, taking out a handkerchief and wiping his forehead. "Boss? You have him call you boss? I'll have to give you points for that one, Leroy; it's original."
Gibbs glared at him, and through the haze of agony in his nipple Tony considered telling the muscle-bound idiot that he'd seen that look often enough to know it meant shut the hell up. Instead Tony watched in mortification as Gibbs moved his hand to attach the second clamp to his other nipple.
"No, wait," he said, taking down his hands and reaching toward Gibbs to stop the clamp from snapping shut.
The former marine grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back, turning him around in one swift move that left him gasping. "Don't," Gibbs whispered in his ear. "Your body is mine and I do what I want to it. Don't interfere."
Tony didn't know how to respond to the terse, unyielding command. The kind, gentle lover from this afternoon was gone, replaced by the emotionless, not to be questioned, Dom. "Please," Tony answered quietly, hoping against hope for a little sympathy. "It hurts."
"I know." Gibbs turned him around again, once more putting his hands behind his neck.
"Lace your fingers together."
Tony did it, but his entire body trembled with the effort. The other trainers had stopped to watch him, and a flush of red crept across his cheeks advertising his embarrassment. What was worse, his traitorous cock now pressed hard and leaking against his belly. He couldn't figure out what the hell was wrong with him that every time Gibbs got pushy he got horny. The reaction was driving him crazy – he didn't really want to be turned on by this type of thing but he was helpless to stop it.
Gibbs approached again, light glinting off the tiny torturous device in his fingers.
"Don't. Move."
It took every ounce of willpower he could muster to stand still while Gibbs attached the second clamp just as tightly as the first. Tony wanted to hop up and down, scream, cry, and babble; every nerve ending he owned pulsed and heat spread across his chest.
Gibbs kissed him, the talented tongue exploring his mouth, and momentarily distracted him from the pain. He let himself get lost in the sensation, becoming further unbalanced when Gibbs tugged at his hair. "Boss…." He whispered into Gibbs' mouth as their lips parted.
"You're doing good, boy," Gibbs praised, guiding him to the chair where he forced him to lean over the arm. The change in position sent a rush of blood to his nipples that only added to the throbbing. He barely noticed as his legs were spread; it was the cold lube that finally got his attention.
"Huh?" He tried to turn his head, but Gibbs pushed it back down.
Tony nearly arched off the chair when a slick finger pushed inside him. It felt good but at the same time…..everyone was watching him writhe and moan as another finger entered. Shame and lust intermingled, and he had no idea which emotion was going to win control. Stars exploded behind his eyes when Gibbs expertly nudged his prostate and lust took the lead. Tony nearly cried when the fingers were pulled away and the impersonal feel of soft rubber took their place; he had to brace himself as Gibbs pushed a plug, small and pliable, firmly inside him until the flared base rested against his hole. It burnt and stretched him farther than his body was ready to accommodate, and he tried to squirm away.
"Too much," he commented feebly, both excited and afraid. I trust you, I trust you, I trust you. He repeated the words over and over like a prayer.
Gibbs wasn't interested. "I'll tell you when it's too much." He helped Tony stand, and DiNozzo did his best not to teeter drunkenly, overwhelmed by the competing sensations coming from his chest and his ass. He felt alive and electrified, but at the same time dazed and disoriented. Gibbs sat back down in the chair and took Tony's hand, drawing him close.
DiNozzo stared back, confused.
"Over my lap," his Boss ordered.
It took a few seconds for the latest command to register. Gibbs wanted him to do what?
"Come on, boy, I don't have all day."
Tony looked at the other man's lap, unable to imagine doing what Gibbs wanted.
"Now, slave."
The tone was no nonsense, not to be ignored, and all Gibbs. He couldn't say no even if he had wanted to. But he didn't want to say no, he wanted to do what Gibbs said, and find the pleasure trying to override the pain. If he was ever going to understand what it was like to give up control to someone who deserved the gift, it was now or never.
With uncertainty as to what was going to happen next, Tony did his best to comply, awkwardly arranging himself over the Lead Agent's legs. At Tony's height it wasn't easy, but eventually he managed.
"Have you ever been spanked?" the older man asked huskily, letting his hands kneed the flesh on Tony's ass. DiNozzo felt himself harden even more if that was possible. He wondered if he might cum from simply laying in this position and letting Gibbs touch him.
"No," Tony groaned out honestly. Not like this. He thought back to the club where he'd first met Steve, and the couple who had put on the show; how in tune they had been to each other, how completely satisfied they both seemed.
A hand came down on one of his cheeks, not too hard but enough to sting, and Tony stiffened.
"Trust me, Tony," Gibbs reminded him, with a squeeze.
I do. I will.
And Tony let himself surrender.