Tony stepped into MTAC and took a deep breath before walking down to the front.
Marcus smiled. "You didn't look happy to see me earlier?"
"Just surprised." Tony shrugged wanting to just get this over with. "What do I need to do?"
"Have a seat." Marcus pulled out the chair at the console. He took Tony's hand. "Just place it on-"
"Yeah I can do that." Tony said jerking his hand away and placing it on the palm scanner.
"It will take about a minute for it to read your hand." Marcus sat down in the chair next to Tony. "Why so jumpy?"
"I'm not." Tony said staring straight ahead.
"No, how have you been, what's going on in your life?" Marcus chuckled.
"How have you been, what's going on in your life." Tony repeated.
"I'm good. Got married to a great woman."
Tony head snapped sideways and he looked at Marcus shocked.
"Got divorced." Marcus smirked. "Marriage wasn't for me, women weren't for me, but then you know that."
"Never thought you'd come out of the closet." Tony said looking down at his hand on the scanner.
"Well when you lose something you love, it makes you rethink things." Marcus' hand touched Tony's arm.
Tony jerked away and stood up. "Don't even think it and don't touch me."
Marcus stared at Tony. "Why does it bother you so much? Maybe because there is something still there?"
Tony laughed. "I haven't felt anything for you since the day I walked away."
"Okay." Marcus nodded.
"So do your damn job and leave." Tony sat back down. He put his hand back on the scanner and the other on the console.
Marcus shook his head. "Wow you're married."
"Little over two years. Happily married."
"Can I ask?"
Tony looked at him knowing the question. "A man. A good man who has never made me feel second best or that he's ashamed of us."
"I'm glad you're happy."
"I don't care." Tony glared at Marcus. "I know how you work Marcus so any little scheme you're putting together in that head of yours isn't going to work."
"That's not me anymore Tony, people change."
"Some people." Tony shook his head. "Not you. You still think that the right clothes, the sweet smile, and that charm makes everyone fall in love with you and accept you. It doesn't. None of that matters, I realized that a long time ago, when I fell in love with a real man."
Gibbs stepped into MTAC an hour after Tony had already left for home. Marcus met him with a smile.
"I'm sure you're looking forward to getting this over and done so you can go home." The man chuckled. "I promise to make it as quick as possible."
"Sure."
"Have a seat." Marcus said taking Gibbs' hand and placing it on the scanner. "This will take about a minute."
Gibbs didn't respond just looked at the console in front of him.
"You teach all your agents to stare like that." Marcus chuckled.
Gibbs glanced over at the man.
"It's just everyone had that stare today, look at the console not at me." Marcus smiled. "You're a quiet bunch."
Again no response.
"The only one that said more than two words to me was Tony." Marcus chuckled again. "And that wasn't exactly a pleasant conversation."
"Tony says what he feels."
"That he does." Marcus sighed. "Can I ask you something?"
Gibbs looked at Marcus.
"Do you know the man he's married to?"
Gibbs nodded.
"Is he a good man?"
Another nod.
"I mean is he good to Tony?" Marcus added.
"He is."
"So they're happy?"
"Very." Gibbs eyes narrowed. "Why are you asking?"
Marcus let out a deep breath. "Guess I was hoping, you know."
"Hoping what?"
"That they weren't as happy as Tony said they were, that maybe-" Marcus stopped and shook his head. "Sorry. I'm sure Tony would rip my head off if he knew I was asking his boss all these question.
His boss might rip your head off. Gibbs thought to himself as the scanner beeped.
"That's all I need from you tonight." Marcus smiled. "Supervisory agents and higher level security clearance officials will have further scans done tomorrow."
Standing up, Gibbs walked up to Marcus. "Leave Tony alone."
"What?" Marcus looked confused.
"You heard me. Tony's off limits to you understood?"
" I wasn't-"
"I don't care what you were thinking or hoping was gonna happen." Gibbs stepped toe to toe with the man. "You're going to do your job, then get the hell out of here. If I so much as think you're trying to cross that line with Tony. I won't be this polite. Are we clear?"
"Clear."
Gibbs watched the man's Adam's apple bob up and down. "Good."
"You this protective of all your team?"
"Yes." Gibbs answered as he walked out of MTAC.
Tossing his keys on the table, Gibbs made his way into the kitchen.
"Hey." Tony smiled draining the sink and drying off his hands. "There's Chinese in the fridge."
"Okay." Gibbs wrapped his arms around Tony. "Not hungry right now."
"Scans all done?" Tony didn't even want to ask how the process went with Marcus.
"No supervisors and higher ups have more tomorrow." Gibbs paused. "At least the rest of you are done."
"Yeah but if you're tied up that mean we're stuck doing paper work again tomorrow." Tony groaned. "I hate paperwork!"
"Hopefully everything will get finished up tomorrow." Gibbs placed a kiss on Tony's neck.
Tony sighed as Gibbs hand slid down and cupped his ass. He chuckled. "Something else you're in the mood for besides Chinese?"
"Italian." Gibbs said kissing up Tony's jugular.
Laughing, Tony's hands caressed up Gibbs' ribcage. "Right here in the kitchen?"
"What's wrong with the kitchen?" Gibbs asked jerking Tony roughly against him.
"Nothing but I had something else in mind." Tony pushed Gibbs back, then took his hand leading his husband into the living room.
"And just what did you have in mind?" Gibbs asked as Tony stood him in front of the couch and shoved him down. His husband quickly dropping to his knees before him. "So this is about something you want?" He rubbed his hand over his hardening cock.
"Yes." Tony licked his lips as he forced Gibbs' knees farther apart.
"And just what do you want?" Gibbs asked squeezing his cock.
"You know what I want." Tony pushed Gibbs' hand away. "What I always want." He released the button on Gibbs' slacks then slowly slid the zipper down over Gibbs' hard cock.
Gibbs groaned running his fingers through Tony's hair. "You do love sucking my cock."
Tony nodded with a smirked. "And I wanted to suck it all day." Pulling Gibbs' cock out he licked up the underside.
"All day hmm." Gibbs moaned. "Why's that?"
"Because I love you." Another lick up Gibbs' shaft. "And your cock."
"That the only reason?" Gibbs asked.
"For understanding." Tony glanced up at Gibbs, knowing his husband knew exactly what he was talking about.
Gibbs nodded. Thankful Tony didn't know about the little exchange between him and Marcus in MTAC or Tony might not think he was so understanding. "Oh fuck." He groaned as Tony licked circles around the head of his cock eagerly lapping up the precum already leaking from him.
"Tell me?" Tony sighed.
"Suck my cock." Gibbs growled. "Make me come with that sweet mouth of yours."
Tony made one more pass over the underside of Gibbs' cock then wrapped his lips around the head. Hearing his husband grunt with pleasure, he slipped his lips down over the shaft taking every inch of Gibbs' cock down his throat.
"Fuck yes." Watching Tony, Gibbs' eyes glazed over with need as Tony started to work over his cock. This was one of the things he loved about Tony. Not the fact that his husband gave the best blow job ever, but the fact that he loved doing it. And went crazy the dirtier Gibbs talked. More than once Tony had come just from giving him head. "You want your come fix don't you. Can't stand to go without it."
Tony moaned around Gibbs' cock, his own cock pressing hard against the zipper of his jeans.
"As much as you love me fucking you...you love swallowing my come more." Gibbs rocked into Tony's mouth. "That's right, take it all like the good little cock sucker you are."
Feeling Gibbs body shiver, Tony's own body trembled in response, his mouth opening wider as he impaled himself on Gibbs' cock.
"Shit!" Gibbs groaned starting to make small thrusts with each of Tony's downward passes. "Fuck feels so good." He knotted his fingers in Tony's hair as he slammed his husband down on his dick. "Make me come."
Tony clawed at Gibbs' thighs as he lost all control in the situation.
"Son of a bitch." Gibbs snarled as he drove his cock down Tony's throat coming so hard he thought he was going to black out. "That's it swallow every last drop." Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body and he convulsed continuing to thrust into Tony's mouth. "Fuck yes!" He finally released Tony's head as his body collapsed into a heap on the couch.
Staying locked on Gibbs' cock, Tony drank down everything he could then licked his way back up Gibbs' dick cleaning away anything that was left until he let the flaccid cock slip from his lips.
Gibbs grabbed Tony by the arms dragging him up and tossing him on the couch.
"Jethro I-"
Gibbs growled as he tore open Tony's jeans then jerked them down just far enough to free the surprisingly limp cock. "You came?"
"Yes." Tony whimpered as Gibbs wrapped a hand around his limp cock and started pumping it hard.
"I want you hard for me." Gibbs demanded attacking Tony's throat.
That wouldn't be a problem. Tony's cock was already starting to get painfully hard again. "Jet!" He cried out as the rough calloused hand worked over his shaft. Clutching at Gibbs' ass, Tony threw his head back as if he were about to scream, but the only sound was a slight grunt of need.
"So hard." Gibbs moaned kissing below Tony's ear. "Wanna make you come, wanna feel it run through my fingers."
"OH FUCK!" Tony screamed as he thrust into Gibbs' hand.
"Scream for me." Gibbs begged. "Let me know how much you love my hand wrapped around your big hard cock."
"OH GOD JET!" Tony screamed again as his eyes closed. "I'm gonna come!"
"Come for me." As Gibbs said it he felt the warm fluid run down through his fingers as Tony trembled beneath him. "That's it." He groaned as he continued to stroke Tony. "Ride it out."
Tony's body arched off the couch as his head dropped back and he let out some primal scream. His eyes suddenly shot open as his body shook. He clutched at Gibbs' neck, his mouth open as he stared into the blue eyes.
"Tone." Gibbs howled his body shivering at the sight of his lover lost in the throes of an orgasm.
Melting down into the couch, Tony gasped for air, is eyes closing again as he felt his body wanting to give in to sleep.
"Shower then sleep." Gibbs whispered in Tony's ear.
Curled up in bed, Tony was already half asleep when Gibbs came out of the bathroom.
"You should eat."
Gibbs smiled, Tony always worried about his eating habits. "I will."
"Then come to bed and curl up with me." Tony sighed.
"Nothing I like better."
"Love you." Tony said as sleep pulled him under.
"Love you too." Gibbs said placing a kiss on Tony's forehead. He turned out the bedside light and made his way silently out of the bedroom and down stairs. Flopping down onto the couch, he brushed his hands through his hair. One more day, just one more day of keeping himself in check and the Biometrics team would be gone, including Marcus Gallo. Then everything would go back to normal. That was of course as long as Marcus took his advice and stayed away from Tony.
Gibbs groaned as he dropped his head back on the couch. Let it go already. He told himself. It was the not knowing that bothered him. He had no clue about the relationship between Tony and Marcus. How long, how intense, were they in love, who ended it? Tony would tell him, all he had to do was ask, but then he would look jealous and he didn't want that. Jealous Gibbs didn't sit well with Tony. Anyway, he was pretty sure the little conversation with Marcus had taken care of everything.
Dragging himself off the couch he made his way into the kitchen to heat up the left over Chinese. Best to eat or he would have to hear the lecture from Tony in the morning. He chuckled. He actually liked that lecture, Tony always turned into an Italian mother when he scolded him about eating. You don't eat enough, you're too thin, Tony would always poke him in the stomach saying there wasn't enough meat on his bones. That's why you get jealous! He sighed. You don't ever want to be without that feeling of security, caring, and love that you get with Tony.
Tony sat at his desk staring at the report in front of him and feeling his eyes slowly drifting shut. God he was bored. He'd spent the last four hours writing, reading, and rereading reports. Shaking his head, he leaned back in his chair. "I have to do something else or I'm gonna fall asleep." He pushed the chair away from his desk. "I'm gonna go see Abby."
"What about Gibbs?" McGee asked.
"He's gonna be stuck in MTAC all day." He said heading towards the elevator.
Strolling into Abby's lab, Tony was surprised to find her alone and playing some shoot out game on her computer. "Does Gibbs know you have that?"
"No and it's gonna stay that way." She said as she blasted another zombie into a million pieces. "You bored?"
"So bored." Tony groaned leaning against the table beside her.
She paused the game and looked at him. "Everything okay?"
Tony shrugged. "I guess so."
"You guess so? That's not reassuring."
"It's just-" He blew out a long breathe. "Gibbs is taking all this really well."
"That's good."
"I don't know." He shook his head. "Gibbs isn't jealous at all, he's not brooding, no angry sex, just normal Gibbs."
She smirked. "You're upset because he's not jealous."
"No. It's just weird." Tony pushed off the table. "I gotta get back." Standing at the elevator, the door opened and he stepped in the door closing behind him. He realized to late he wasn't alone.
"Tony." Marcus smiled.
Turning around, Tony stared at the door ready to step off the elevator as soon as it open.
The elevator jerked to a stop and Marcus stood beside him.
"I have nothing else to say to you." Tony said starting the elevator only to have Marcus stop it again.
"Can you listen to me for a minute please?"
"No." Tony started the elevator and kept his hand on the emergency stop.
"Fine." Marcus grabbed Tony. "I'm still in love with you Tony." Then his lips captured Tony's.
The elevator stopped and opened onto the top floor.
"You come near me again." Tony panted. "I won't hit you. I'll shoot you." Turning to step out, he stopped when he saw Gibbs standing there.
"Problem?" Gibbs asked seeing Marcus on the floor of the elevator holding his nose, blood flowing between his fingers.
"No." Tony tugged his jacket back into place.
"Should I call someone for him?"
Tony glanced back at Marcus. "No."
"Okay." Gibbs nodded.
Shaking his head, Tony glared at Gibbs."Okay! That's all you're gonna say?"
"Are you okay?" Gibbs asked keeping his voice even and controlled.
"Yes." Tony sighed. "No." Looking back into the elevator, Marcus was on his feet again, Tony hit the elevator button closing the doors and sending the other man back down.
"Tony I-"
"Not here." Tony said through clenched jaw, starting towards the room normally used for classroom training, he glanced back once just to make sure Gibbs was following.
Gibbs stepped in and closed the door behind them.
"What the hell is your problem?" Tony snapped. "Do you even wanna know what happened?"
"I'm pretty sure I know what happened."
"And do you care?"
Gibbs sighed. "Of course I care, but Tony you handled it, I could see that."
"Yeah I handled it. That's not the point." Tony folded his arms across his chest. "Marcus is still in love with me."
Biting back the anger, Gibbs nodded. "And how do you feel about him?"
Tony's mouth dropped open and his hands slipped from his chest. "You did not just ask me that?"
Gibbs rubbed his forehead. "Tony what do you want me to say?"
"Nothing." Tony shook his head. "I don't want you to say anything. In fact I don't even wanna be around you right now."
Storming out, Gibbs grabbed Tony's arm. "I don't-"
Tony glared at Gibbs. "I've already hit one man today, I have no problem with making it two."
Gibbs let go of Tony's arm.
"And to answer your question. I despise Marcus Gallo, which is why I walked away from him years ago." Tony pursed his lips. "I won't be home tonight."
"Tony." Gibbs felt his heart stop beating. "Please."
Tony turned and stormed out.
"DAMN IT!" Gibbs bellowed.
The door to Vance's office opened as the man burst in.
"I want that son of a bitch out of here." Gibbs yelled.
"I'm assuming the son of bitch is the man who's nose your husband broke." Vance sighed.
Gibbs glared at Vance. "Get him out of here or his nose won't be the only thing broke."
"He's already gone." Vance leaned back in his chair. "He'll be leaving for the Northeast office tomorrow. That far enough away for you."
"Not really."
"Don't make this more personal than it already is Gibbs." Vance sighed. "He's gone, Tony doesn't want to file a complaint. It's settled."
Gibbs shook his head and turned to leave.
"Gibbs it's been taken care of don't do anything you'll regret."
"I regret not shooting the bastard when the thought first crossed my mind." Gibbs barked as he walked out. Hurrying down the stairs, Gibbs saw Tony's empty desk. "Where's Tony?"
"He grabbed his things and left." Ziva answered slightly fearful of Gibbs reaction.
Grabbing his coat, he slammed his chair against the desk and stormed out.
"Maybe we could take some time off." McGee groaned. "This is gonna get ugly."
"One man with a broken nose already." Ziva sighed. "Ugly is not the right word."
Sitting at the table, he tossed back another glass and refilled it for the third time.
"You hitting people, breaking their noses." Fornell walked down the basement steps. "That I'm use to, but your husband. Now that's exciting gossip."
Gibbs swallowed half his drink.
"Where is Ali?" Fornell smirked. When Gibbs looked up at him the smirked drained from his face. "Shit." Fornell groaned, he knew that look. "What happened?" He dropped down in the chair across from his friend.
Gibbs sighed and swirled the Bourbon in his glass. "My husband's ex showed up, still very much in love with him, the guy acted like an ass, Tony punched him, we fought, Tony said he wasn't coming home."
Fornell saw cuts and scrapes across Gibbs' knuckles and hand. He emptied a jar of screws and poured himself a drink. It was gonna be a long night. "So fix it."
"Wow I hadn't thought of that." Gibbs rolled his eyes.
"So is that why is Tony pissed at you?" Fornell sighed. "Did you act like a jealous bastard?"
"No."
"No?" Fornell's brow furrowed. "Nothing?"
Gibbs shook his head. "Tony doesn't like it, so I kept it in check."
Fornell laughed. "Come on Jethro. I know you, you may not of acted jealousy around Tony but you sure as hell had a word with this guy."
"Marcus Gallo." Gibbs jaw was clenched and the name came out angry and full of venom.
"You did have a word with him." Fornell was wondering if Marcus Gallo now had more than a broken nose by the look of Gibbs' hands.
"Yeah." Taking the last swig from his glass Gibbs refilled it. "Yesterday."
Fornell glanced at Gibbs' hand, the cuts were fresh, they weren't from yesterday. "I assume you were polite in your own way."
"Told him to stay away."
"You'd think he'd listen to you, you are Tony's husband." Fornell snickered.
"He didn't know that."
"He didn't know?" Fornell's eyebrows went up.
"He knew Tony was married, but not to who." Gibbs looked at his hand then glanced at Fornell. "But he knows now."
Fornell let out a long breath. "We don't have to dispose of a body do we?"
Gibbs actually chuckled. "No."
"Good." Fornell grinned. "Lifting those bodies are getting harder and harder these days."
"I know."
"So if Tony doesn't know about this why is he mad?"
"I said something stupid." Gibbs shook his head. "But it's more than that, he was angry before I said anything." Putting his glass down, he ran his hands down his face. "I don't get it."
Fornell shrugged. "Maybe he's pissed you weren't upset, weren't jealous.
"Tony hates when I get jealous, we always argue about it." Gibbs looked at his hand. "Last time he didn't talk to me for two days. And that was a mild case of my jealousy."
"And this was definitely not a mild case of jealousy." Fornell looked at Gibbs' hand then up at his face.
"I didn't hurt him." Gibbs sighed. He'd threatened, made some promises but he didn't hurt him. "As much as I wanted to."
"Okay." Fornell nodded.
"His hotel wall doesn't look to good though." Gibbs smirked. "And I'm pretty sure he pissed himself, maybe even shit himself."
Fornell laughed. "That's better than hurting him."
"True." Gibbs laughed with his friend.
"So where's Tony?" Fornell asked knowing Gibbs already knew.
"Ziva's." Gibbs smiled. "He's pissed but not enough to go off grid."
"He loves you, you love him." Fornell grinned. "You'll work it out."
"I know." Gibbs nodded. "Just haven't seen him this pissed at me before. He obviously doesn't want me to worry, he knew I would trace the phone. But he's also not answering."
"Letting you know he's making the choice not to talk to you."
"Yeah."
Fornell grinned. "Your first big blowout fight. Took two years, that's a record for you isn't it."
"I'm usually not married that long." Gibbs grinned causing them both to start laughing."Damn." He grunted. "This is so much harder when you really love em."
"So go over there, drag him home." Fornell grinned. "Use the cuffs."
Gibbs rolled his eyes. "I wanna fix this, not piss him off more."
"What do I know." Fornell finished off his drink. "Hell I've been dating Danielle for three weeks and haven't gotten far."
"That's because she actually likes you and you act like a blubbering idiot."
"How do you know she really likes me?" Fornell asked.
"She's been trying to get you to ask her out for months." Gibbs shook his head. "All the conversations she has with you when she gets our coffee? Work keeping you busy, do you ever get a day off, seeing anyone special." He rolled his eyes. "Jesus Tobias get a clue."
Fornell's mouth dropped open. "How the hell did I miss that?"
"No idea." Gibbs chuckled. "She's been blatantly obvious. Just make the move Tobias, she won't stop you."
"We have a date tomorrow." Fornell grinned.
"There you go."
This wasn't about him, Fornell sighed moving the subject back to his friends concern. "Tony will come home tomorrow and you'll work it out."
Staring at his glass, Gibbs smiled. "I remember our first fight, happened like a month after we got married. Tony wanted to put a TV in the bedroom." He snickered. "I hated the idea, bitched and moaned that the bedroom was to sleep in and make love in, not watch TV. We fought for like a half hour and Tony finally stormed out of the room."
"Did he stay in the house?" Fornell asked.
"Yeah went to the living room, turned the TV on full blast and sat on the couch, arms across his chest glaring at the TV. Didn't talk to me for over an hour."
"Which one of you caved?"
Gibbs smirked and rubbed his chin. "Me. I couldn't take the silence, his silence. I finally walked in, turned off the TV, unplugged it, carried it upstairs and put it on the dresser in front of the bed."
"What did Tony say?"
"He followed me upstairs, stood there, arms folded across his chest, looked at me and said. I'm buying a new TV for up here, that one needs to go back down stairs."
Fornell laughed.
"I threw him on the bed and we just started laughing." Gibbs sighed. "We made love and two days later there was a new TV in the bedroom."
"Damn it Jethro, you should know better than to let him win the first fight." Fornell shook his head. "Sets a precedence."
"I've won a few." Taking a drink, Gibbs swallowed. "But he was right about the TV in the bed room. I actually like it."
"Never seen you this melancholy."
"We just...we've never fought like this." With his track record, Gibbs took every fight, even small ones as a reminder of his past failures. But a big fight, like this, when he wasn't completely sure about what he'd done wrong only made him more concerned. "Tony not wanting to come home, it's not like him. He's more of a be mad and storm around the house type."
"You're really worry." Fornell leaned forward on the table. "Jethro. It's a fight, everyone's had em. It's not the end of your marriage."
"I just don't get it." Gibbs tried to put the pieces together. "He was pissed before we talked in the conference room." He shook his head as it finally hit him. "Marcus must have told him about the conversation in MTAC."
"So he's pissed because you were jealous."
"Yeah." Gibbs rubbed his forehead. "But why would Marcus tell him? He didn't know I was Tony's husband."
"Maybe he did know." Fornell shrugged.
"No." Gibbs shook his head. "Marcus wasn't antagonizing me, wasn't trying to get a reaction from me when he was asking questions about Tony. He honestly just wanted my opinion on Tony's relationship with his husband."
"So maybe he thought it would piss Tony off knowing you were so overly protective."
"Maybe." Gibbs scoffed. "Whatever the reason. I'm sleeping alone tonight...and I don't like it."