Thanks all for the reviews and PM's. Glad to hear everyone loves a jealous Gibbs as much as I do. Last chapter...but another story is already in the works.

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Having given up on trying to sleep, Gibbs made his way into the bullpen at two am. Might as well work, he stopped when he saw Tony's desk light on. Looking over the desktop, he saw the familiar backpack tossed against the wall. Tony was here, question was where. Heading towards the back elevator, he hit the button and waited.

When the doors open, Tony stood just inside the elevator. He rolled his eyes and looked at Gibbs. "Did Ziva tell you I was here?"

Gibbs shook his head. "Couldn't sleep, figured I'd get some work done."

"I was just leaving anyway." Tony went to walk by and Gibbs blocked his path. "Don't."

"Tony." Gibbs sighed. "Give me a minute please."

"I'm upset and I don't wanna do this now.

Gibbs clenched his jaw. "Well I do." Quickly pressing a hand against Tony's chest, Gibbs shoved his husband further into the elevator and stepped in, letting the elevator start a moment then hitting the emergency stop.

"Damn it Gibbs." Tony snapped reaching over to start the elevator.

"Damn it DiNozzo." Gibbs snapped back. He watched as Tony's eyes narrowed, he hadn't called Tony DiNozzo in years and he knew it would cause a reaction in the man.

"That's how it's gonna be?" Tony glared at his husband.

"Yeah until you stop acting like an jack ass and talk to me like I'm your husband and not your boss." Gibbs barked.

"Maybe you should start acting like my husband and not my boss." Tony retorted with anger and irritation. "And you're the one acting like a jack ass."

"What the hell is the problem?" The confusion and annoyance dripping from every word. "I know I shouldn't have asked if you had feelings for Marcus. That was stupid, but you were pissed before that."

"I was and I still am!"

Still believing Tony was pissed because Marcus had told him about the conversation in MTAC. Gibbs sighed. "I'm not sorry for telling Marcus to stay away from you and I would do it again."

"What?" Tony's brow furrowed. "When did you tell Marcus to stay away from me?"

"Didn't he tell you?" Gibbs suddenly looked as confused as Tony. "I told him up in MTAC, when he was doing the scans."

"That first day he got here?"

"Yeah." Gibbs paused. "Isn't that why you were pissed because I was jealous and told him to stay away?"

Tony was silent for a moment. Gibbs had told Marcus to stay away. "So you were jealous?"

"He didn't tell you about that." Gibbs ran his hands down his face then shook his head as the anger raged again. "You were pissed off because I wasn't jealous. Damn it Tony you can't have it both ways!"

Again silence.

"You get pissed at me when I'm jealous now your pissed at me for not being jealous. Make up your fucking mind." Gibbs spat out.

"I get pissed because you go all Fatal Attraction when you're jealousy, not because you're jealous." Tony groaned. "You make it my fault, like I'm responsible for how someone else feels and I'm not. You hold up in the basement grunting responses at me, throwing tools around, ignoring me, until the frustration builds up and you go off in a sexual rage, fucking me throughout the house like some caged animal that hasn't gotten any in years."

"Never heard you complain." Gibbs said through gritted teeth.

"It's not the sex that bothers me, it's the crap I have to put up with before it happens!" Tony shook his head. "You wanna be angry and jealous fine, but don't take it out on me." He growled then yelled. "BECAUSE IT'S NOT MY FAULT HOW OTHER PEOPLE ACT OR FEEL TOWARDS ME!"

"So I should have just shot Marcus like I wanted to?"

Tony screamed and ran his hands through his hair. "Damn it Jethro, for one of the smartest men I know you can be an idiot."

Gibbs clenched his jaw. "I told him to stay away from you, politely and he didn't listen. So I let you handle it, because I thought that's what you wanted."

"What I want is for us to handle it." Tony snapped. "How do you think I felt when that elevator opened and you just stood there. You asked me if you should get someone for Marcus. No what happened, are you okay." Gibbs opened his mouth and Tony glared at him keeping his husband silent. "You only asked if I was okay after the fact. And you asked it like I was some case you were working on, not like I was someone you cared about and loved." Tony sighed some of the anger leaving his voice replaced with sadness. "I'm your husband and another man put his hands on me...kissed me and you act like, oh well. I did handled it and I will always handle it, but that's not the point, you could at least act like you give a shit that someone physically accosted me."

Gibbs swallowed the lump in his throat. "I wanted to kill him."

"Jethro." Tony groaned. "That's not the poin-"

"Yes it is." Gibbs' eyes narrowed. "Do you know what I would have done if I'd have gotten my hands on him at that moment?" He shook his head. "I'd be in a jail cell."

Tony sighed.

"I should have been focused on you...but the anger at him overpowered anything else." Gibbs' eyes were black with anger at just remembering the incident. "You are what matters, rationally I know that, but anger, jealousy are not rational."

"I understand being angry and jealousy, but you were cold, removed." Tony didn't understand that part. "You've never been like that with me, ever."

"Sometimes being cold and removed is better than the alternative." Gibbs' hands were balled into fist at his side.

Tony looked at Gibbs' hands saw the fists, saw the cuts and lacerations on his right knuckles and fingers."And what's the alternative?"

Grabbing Tony by the biceps, Gibbs slammed him against the back wall of the elevator. "Letting it consume me and not knowing what I'll do with all that emotion."

Glancing at the right hand on his arm, Tony stared back into Gibbs' eyes. "Jethro did you hurt him?" He suddenly had an image of Marcus Gallo's body laying somewhere bloody and beaten. "Jethro?"

Gibbs flashed back to the confrontation with Marcus.

He knocked on the hotel door like any normal person would.

"Agent Gibbs." Marcus looked surprised when he opened the door. "Is there a problem or did you come to check in on me?"

Before Marcus could even react, Gibbs grabbed him by the shirt, shoved him through the door and hurled him against the closest available wall. He glared at the other man, seeing the strips across the broken noses. "I came to tell you you're lucky my husband was the one that hit you and not me."

Marcus swallowed hard, his eyes wide as the realization of the situation set in. "I, I didn't-"

"I warned you, politely, but you didn't listen." Gibbs' blue eyes turned almost black as the rage coursed through his body and he jerked Marcus forward then slammed him back against the wall. "You're gonna listen now. There is no next time. If you ever lay a finger on my husband again I will break every bone in your body with my bare hands, starting with your fingers and toes, then your knees and elbows so that all you can do is lay there, waiting and wondering what bone I'll break next."

Marcus' body shuddered.

"Do you understand?" Gibbs growled.

All Marcus could do was nod. He shut his eyes as he saw Gibbs draw back his fist, then he felt the whoosh of air against his cheek, felt the wall under his back shake, felt the force of the blow under the back of his head. His eyes shot open as he realized the fist landed less than an inch from his ear, the fist still embedded in the wall.

Gibbs lips brushed against Marcus's ear causing the man to quiver. "I don't make idle threats and I don't miss when I throw a punch." He wanted to make it perfectly clear he'd hit the wall on purpose. "If it wasn't for the fact you work for NCIS, I wouldn't be explaining this to you." Pulling his hand from the wall, he released Marcus' shirt and the man slid down the wall to the floor.

Walking to the still open door, Gibbs looked down at the man sitting on the floor. "You're a dumb man, but I think you're smart enough to know this discussion stays between us. I'd hate to have to make another visit." He smirked. "Might wanna change your pants, throw those away." Quietly he closed the door behind him and left.

"Jethro answer me!" Tony asked again, fear setting in. "Did you hurt Marcus?"

"No." Gibbs shook the memory away and finally answered. "The wall that was next to his head doesn't look so good though."

"Why did you even go see him?" Tony asked but already knew the answer.

"To make sure he understood...there won't be a next time" The words, the tone were that of the defender, a man protecting what was his and making sure it was very clear no one would encroach on that. Gibbs' hands caressed down Tony's arms, entwined their hands then slid Tony's arms above his head. "I wanted him to know exactly who I was." He kissed and nipped his way up Tony's jaw. "And what you were to me." His fingers squeezed Tony's tighter. "My husband, the man I love, and all mine."

Tony's body arched in need, wanting to touch Gibbs in some way. "Show me."

"Show you what?" Gibbs asked eyes narrow.

"That I'm all yours." Tony growled. "Fuck me."

Gibbs blue eyes stared at Tony.

"I want your cock, right now." Tearing his hands free, Tony jerked hard on Gibbs' belt releasing it and working on the button and zipper, until Gibbs' pants were undone. He shoved his hand inside rubbing his husbands already hard cock. Pressing his lips to Gibbs' ear, he sighed. "You know you wanna just turn me around, slam me against the wall and fuck me."

Gibbs moaned thrusting into Tony's hand.

"Do it." Tony begged. "Make me feel it, the anger, the jealousy. I want my husband to remind me I'm his, only his."

A low grumble of a roar filled the elevator as Gibbs flipped Tony over, thrusting him against the elevator wall. "You are mine." Gibbs growled in Tony's ear, one handed he undid the button on Tony's slacks, then slowly slid the zipper down over Tony's hard cock, cupping the hard cock. "This is mind."

"Yes." Tony moaned shoving his ass back against Gibbs' groin.

Yanking Tony's pants down over his hips, the pants puddled around Tony's ankles. Gibbs' fingers circled around his husbands cock and he jerked hard. "Love your hard cock in my hand."

"Fuck me please." Tony pleaded prying Gibbs' hand from his cock. "Want you inside me when I come."

Pushing his pants down, Gibbs' dick sprang free and he ran his fingers over the tip spreading the precum over his head before pressing his cock between Tony's ass cheeks. Slowly, he let the head of his cock push through the tight ring of muscles, then stopped. Sliding his hand under Tony's shirt, his fingers scratched up Tony's back, then back down clutching at his ribcage. Taking a slow deep breath, Gibbs lunged into his husband full force.

There was a loud grunt as Tony was thrust against the wall, eyes closed, his hands latched on to the railing around the elevator wall, as the familiar sting of pleasure and pain shook his body.

Gibbs' mouth pressed against Tony's ear. "So warm, so tight, your ass was made to be fucked." He pulled almost all the way out then lunged back in again hearing the short quick breath Tony took. "I'm going to fuck you hard and for so long your gonna beg me to stop, beg me to come."

"Never." Tony sighed.

"Oh you'll be lucky if you can walk tomorrow." Gibbs growled as his hands slid down grabbed Tony's hips and jerked them back, forcing Tony's body to bend at the waist. Then Gibbs gave in to the frenzy of need, ramming into Tony with animalist want and speed.

There was nothing for Tony to do but cling to the railing of the elevator with one hand, knuckles white with the force of his grip, and put his other hand flat against the wall and try to keep himself from slamming head first into the wall with each thrust forward. "Fuck yes." He groaned his own cock, hard and dripping precum.

Gliding a hand up Tony's back, Gibbs' fingers dig into the space between Tony's shoulder and neck giving himself more leverage to actually drive Tony back onto his cock with each forward movement.

"Like that?" Gibbs snarled hearing his husbands grunts and groans of pleasure. "My cock just slamming in and out of you."

"Yes." Tony sighed breathlessly. "More, god please don't stop."

"I'm not gonna stop until you beg me to." Tossing his head back, Gibbs just continued to take Tony forgetting everything but the pleasure coursing through him.

Over and over, Tony's body was taken, harder, faster, his own cock starting to twitch. Gibbs forced his hips down slightly changing the angle and he stifled a scream as Gibbs hit his prostate. His cock ached, his balls tightened as repeatedly, the head of Gibbs' cock poked and prodded that sensitive spot inside him.

"That's it." Gibbs felt Tony start squeezing his cock. "Come for me."

Unable to hold back, Tony screamed as he came, his body tensing, Gibbs groaning when the muscles tensed around his cock.

Gibbs fought the urge to come, instead focusing on making it last, taking Tony with a renewed vigor.

Time stopped making sense for Tony, his body starting to surrender to exhaustion, his legs numb, knees shaking as he tried to stay standing. His arms ached from the strain of clutching at the rail and wall. Gibbs always had amazing control but this was beyond anything he'd ever experienced with his husband. "Please!"

"Please what?" Gibbs growled.

"Come, please come." Tony panting gulping for air.

That was exactly what Gibbs wanted to hear. He pulled back then buried himself in Tony, throwing his head back and coming, making quick thrusts deeper. The body below him shook, wrapping an arm around Tony's waist, he used the other to gently draw Tony's body up and against his chest.

Tony immediately felt his knees give out and he was tugged tighter against Gibbs' body. Then soft kisses were pressed against his neck.

"You finally got your wish." Gibbs sighed. "I fucked you at work."

Making the final turn, Gibbs glanced over at the sleeping form in the passenger seat. Tony had fallen asleep almost the instant the car started. They'd showered at work, left Tony's car there and were now almost home. Pulling into the drive, Gibbs turned off the car, climbed out and quietly shut his door. When he reached the passenger side he opened the door and ran his hand down Tony's cheek.

"We're home."

Tony sighed and smiled up at his husband.

"I know that smile." Gibbs smirked. "That's the take me to bed, let me curl up in your arms and sleep for days."

"A few hours will do." Tony grinned climbing out of the car. He winched when as he stand upright.

"Sorry." Gibbs pressed a kiss to Tony's forehead.

"You're gonna be." Tony smiled and sighed contently at his husbands soft kiss. Gibbs saying sorry no longer surprised him. He'd learned that when it was needed and heartfelt, Gibbs had no problem saying it. "Once I can feel my arms and legs completely again."

Gibbs chuckled. "Let's get to bed."

They made their way into the house and up the stairs, neither stopping until they reached the bedroom. Tony slipped off his shoes, lifted his shirt off his sore arms, then slowly pushed his pants off, letting them pool at his feet so he could step out of them without bending over. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Gibbs appeared holding a glass of water.

"Here."

Tony put his hand out as two pills were dropped into it. "Thanks." Taking the water he downed the pills and put the glass on the bedside stand.

"You okay?" Gibbs asked.

"I'm fine." Tony smiled. "Now get into bed."

With a nod, Gibbs walked to his side of the bed, striped and climbed under the blanket, Tony instantly curling up against his chest. He draped his arm gently over Tony's body. "You're right, it's not your fault. I won't take it out on you again."

"Why do I hear a but coming?" Tony snickered. Gibbs had left the night stand light on which meant he wanted to talk about this.

"But you really can't have it both ways."

Lifting his head, Tony looked up at Gibbs. "Yeah."

"I'm gonna be jealous. I can't stop that, but I won't make you feel like it's your fault. I promise."

"Thank you." Tony sighed then looked deeply into the blue eyes. "Jethro no one from my past could ever show up and change how I feel about you. I love you."

Gibbs' lips brushed against Tony's. "I love you too."

"I don't want it both ways." Tony smiled. "I just want one thing from you when you're jealous."

"And what's that?"

Tony smirked. "Hot jealous sex."

"Oh, now that I can do." Gibbs grinned gently pushing Tony down onto his back. "Very well."

"You do it extremely well." Tony wiggled his eyebrows as his hands caressed up Gibbs' chest.

Tasting Tony's lips, Gibbs gave a kiss to convey his love. "Let's get some sleep." He dropped back down on his back and Tony curled up against him again. "We're sleeping in."

"Going in late?"

Gibbs heard the shock in Tony's voice. "Yes."

"Wow I knew there was a reason I married the boss." Tony heard Gibbs snicker softly. Burying himself deeper against Gibbs' body, Tony started to let sleep take him. Maybe jealousy wasn't so bad, as long as Gibbs could remember there are many shades of green.