Tony had crashed with Abby that night, and was thankful she didn't press him for more about his "talk" with Gibbs.

He took a cab, got his car from Mulligan's, and home to clean himself up and change.

He was an hour late to the Yard.

There was no reprimand.

No headslap.

Just a raised brow and nod from Gibbs.

His heart sunk.

The rest of the week went along the same lines. As far as Gibbs went. He was very professional. And never touched Tony.

McGee kept giving him looks. He knew Abby had likely told McGee he was aware they'd both read some (in Abby's case all) of the book.

But Tony just kept his head down, and mirrored Gibbs' cool professionalism.

It was the hardest week of his life. Every night he went home feeling drained. And though Abby and he had gotten past their issues, for the time being, he felt like he was getting strange looks and stares from everyone on the team, excluding Ziva, who seemed to be just waiting things out. He even caught Ducky at one point looking at him pensively in the middle of showing Gibbs someone's liver.

He wondered if they all knew…had read the book, and hadn't told him.

He was struggling not to get snippy, and to focus. And to not look at Gibbs, with his pale blue eyes and long fingers gripped around the coffee cup…which Tony wished were around his cock.

When they were finally all off for the weekend, he found himself at Gibbs house, one night, needing very badly to be able to talk to him…to just be comfortable around him. To sit on the basement steps and just hang around while Gibbs tooled with a project…like they did all the time before it happened.

Gibbs had said they would try to get back to normal somehow. But Tony didn't feel normal. He felt lost.

Gibbs heard the feet on the stairs, his breath catching in his throat, knowing who it was before he looked up.

Tony slowly came down, in a plain tee shirt and jeans. Looking as pale and tired as he had all week. Gibbs buried the guilt down again…probably for the hundredth time since the day it happened…he suppressed a shiver…

As Gibbs continued to glue the pegs into the legs of his new project, he said, "What's up, Tony?"

By the casual, almost dismissive tone of his words, Tony knew Gibbs was uncomfortable with his presence. His hands went cold.

He didn't speak at first, just quietly walked to the new worktable, and skimmed his hand along the opposite side from Gibbs. Without looking at him directly he said, "This is nice. Looks sturdier than your other one was, Boss."

"Yeah," Gibbs answered. "Built this one to last." And continued gluing his pegs…forcing himself not to look at Tony. Why were his hands suddenly so unsteady?

Tony sighed, wishing he and Gibbs were like that. Built to last. He thought…he thought they were. But maybe that was just crap. He had deluded himself. Suddenly, he felt he'd made a mistake coming to see Gibbs.

He looked up, but Gibbs wouldn't return his glance.

He turned to walk back up the stairs.

"Wait," Gibbs said suddenly, putting the wood glue down. "What…what's up? Are you okay?"

Tony wanted to go. Willed his feet to move. He had one hand on the banister.

He shook his head, "No. I'm not…okay." He slowly turned, feeling sick. Gibbs was finally looking at him. And all he saw was guilt.

His mouth twisted a little, and he tried to stretch his neck to relieve the tension he felt. He looked up at Gibbs. "You…said…we were gonna try to get past what happened…"

Gibbs just stared at him for a minute, and then gave an irritated eye roll, before opening his mouth to speak.

But Tony cut him off. "You know what, Boss? Screw you." Tony's voice quivered a little. "I didn't make you fuck me. But you're…punishing me for it anyway. And I thought…" He frowned and looked down for a moment, breathing heavily, trying to keep his anger from spiraling out of control. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he was shocked to see how red Gibbs eyes had gotten, and that he was trembling slightly himself. "You…can barely stand next to me at work, you…you're just…" he struggled to find the words. "Ten years...and you just...shut me out. Just like that."

Gibbs took a deep breath. "Tony…"

Tony's brow furrowed for just a moment. "I shouldn't have come." He turned quickly.

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked, and he froze. "I…just…give me a minute, dammit!"

Tony didn't turn to look at him, because he didn't want the older man to see the tears that were threatening to fall…again. Jesus. Did he have to humiliate himself in front of the man again? Stupid Tony…"So stupid," he whispered out loud.

"No," Gibbs said softly. "No. I'm a bastard. And that's what it boils down to."

"Well," Tony said thickly, with a snort,"that's the catch-all isn't it Boss? It's great to have that to fall back on. Wish I knew how to do that."

He heard Gibbs take another step towards him. Tony drew in a shuddering breath.

"What do you want me to say, Tony?" Gibbs breathed out.

"Nothing," he muttered. "Just thought I'd stop and try to have a simple conversation with you before I go forget about you with someone else. Thought…maybe we could…try to at least act like we like each other again. But…" he turned to face Gibbs, with fire in his green eyes. "It's okay Boss. You go back to your wood glue. I'm sure Jake will make me feel better about my bastard Boss." He turned and walked up the stairs, hoping Gibbs choked on it. Hoping his little white lie of having a date with a man would at least show Gibbs he wasn't going to sit at home and lament. And that it would bother Gibbs. A lot.

He got up the stairs from the basement, and walked through the living room, and was so upset he didn't hear Gibbs running up the steps behind him.

As Tony opened the front door, a hand shot out from behind him and slammed it closed.

He was about to turn and unleash some of his fury in choice words at Gibbs, but he was spun around and slammed into the door so quickly it was dizzying.

Gibbs had his forearm up against Tony's chest. His pupils were blown out, a thin line of grey-blue around them was all Tony could see. Gibbs was breathing heavily.

Tony put his hands up to Gibbs' arm and tried to push away, but the man was leveraged better with a back leg out than Tony could manage up against the door.

He was trembling, and grunted out , "What the fuck are you doing?"

"You think," Gibbs began, his voice dripping with rage, "I'm gonna let you go do some other guy?"

Tony felt a hand go to the back of his head, and pull at his hair, jerking him back a little.

Suddenly, with his throat exposed, and Gibbs pressed up against him, his dick jumped in his pants. He wanted to scream at Gibbs…knock him down…get away…but that was just another voice in his head. The other one was demanding he pay attention to the way Gibbs was looking at his mouth, and the way the older mans erection felt against his thigh.

Gibbs was frightening like this, and for a moment, Tony wasn't sure what he was going to do.

And then suddenly Gibbs groaned, and savagely kissed him.

All the pain, and anger, melted away in an instant, replaced by hunger and desperation.

Gibbs' tongue dominated him, and he let out a whimper that was sad and filled with want. He was so confused…

Even as he wanted this man, so much…he was still feeling lost…unsure…afraid to be hurt again. But he couldn't stop, He wanted this. Wanted Gibbs, so badly...

Gibbs loosened his arm, never breaking off the swirling of his tongue, slowly scooping and licking inside Tony's mouth. He kept one hand in Tony's hair, holding on brutally to keep his head in place, and then allowed his other hand to roam the lean body, ghosting over the bulge in his jeans. When he reached under the tee shirt and pinched a nipple, Tony arched and gasped against his lips.

They were both heating up, hands sweating, and Tony started to grope Gibbs hard body as well.

Gibbs stuck his hand suddenly down Tony's pants, and grabbed his dick.

"Ah!" Tony cried out…"Gibbs…" the hand stroked a little, but Gibbs growled now angrily at the limited space the jeans allowed.

So he took his hands and proceeded to practically rip Tony's clothes off his body.

He tee shirt made a small sound of stitches popping as Gibbs pulled it over Tony's body violently and then opened his fly, and pulled down his jeans, exposing his cock which bobbed free, swollen and dripping.

Tony was almost hyperventilating. Gibbs grabbed Tony's member and stroked, as the younger man twisted and writhed against the door. "Unhh…oh…God!"

It was completely frenzied, and Tony almost couldn't believe when Gibbs dropped to his knees, and opened his mouth to take Tony into it.

He shrieked, legs barely keeping him up against the door. "Ohhh! OHGOD! Fuckfuckfuck!" Gibbs' wet mouth sucked up and down, making him shake violently. Strong hands held his hips against the door.

He felt sweat start to drip down the sides of his body, as he arched further and further off the door. If Gibbs kept going, he was going to cum down the man's throat.

"Gibbs!" Tony yelled, but as he approached orgasm, Gibbs stopped, pulling away his deliciously hot mouth. Tony cried out in frustration.

"Off," Gibbs growled, pulling off Tony's shoes and throwing the jeans somewhere into the living room.

Then he grabbed Tony and tugged him down onto the floor. He landed hard, naked, and he struggled to breathe when his back hit the floor.

As he tried to regain his wind, Gibbs jumped up and stripped.

As Tony panted on the floor, he saw Gibbs walk into the kitchen and back out, with the olive oil.

He got beyond excited, letting out a desperate sound, watching Gibbs slick himself up, stroking his big dick a few times as he gazed down at Tony with undisguised lust.

He kneeled down on the wood floor between Tony's legs, and yanked them wide apart.

Tony was gasping, suddenly feeling vulnerable and overwhelmed by the thought Gibbs was going to fuck him like this. At least the first time he hadn't been looking in his eyes...

Gibbs leaned down over Tony, grabbing his hair again and pinning his head back, as two fingers covered in oil entered him roughly.

He felt his eyes widen from the shock of it, and then the burn it caused. He writhed and gasped, and grabbed Gibbs' arm with one hand, fingers clawing into it. He looked up at Gibbs' face.

The blue eyes burned into him, never looking away, his mouth set in a slightly sadistic little smile.

"Ah!" Tony convulsed on the hard floor, legs shaking, as the fingers fucked him mercilessly.

Gibbs stared into his eyes, and his face, and then leaned forward and kissed him, never slowing down the movements of his hand between Tony's legs. And then a third finger was added, as Gibbs' mouth suffocated the half-scream he let out.

Tony was arching, grasping and clawing at Gibbs' shoulders, and starting to moan uncontrollably, when Gibbs removed his fingers, and quickly pulled himself up, to center himself on his knees between Tony's thighs.

For a moment, everything stilled, as their eyes locked onto each other. And then Gibbs rammed his cock into Tony's body as he cried out, arching off the floor, his whole torso straining and legs quivering. His breath came in strangled, desperate pulls. Gibbs pressed himself inside Tony's tight ass, and grabbed around Tony's thighs, pulling him up higher, ass flush against Gibbs body. He felt like even Gibbs' balls must be inside him.

It was almost too much to bear. He sobbed, "Gibbs…I c-can't…I can't…"

"Shhhhh," Gibbs soothed, and wrapped a fist around Tony's desperately leaking shaft. He stroked, while Tony continued to writhe, his eyes starting to roll in his head. He moaned, helpless now to stop himself from cumming. The pleasure and the pain were all mixed up, rising in him like an ocean tide.

"That's it…just for me…"Gibbs whispered to him, watching Tony's every twitch and movement, enrapt. He leaned forward, one hand on the floor next to Tony's shoulder, and kept pumping and twisting him. He started to move, slowly out and back , and then shoved his length back in to Tony's ass, angling up and forward, to graze his sweet spot.

Tony's hands which had been clutching at Gibbs so frantically suddenly fell away, arms going up over his head, as Gibbs felt his whole body tense, sphincter squeezing impossibly tight around him. His breathing almost stopped altogether as he looked at Gibbs through barely open eyes, mouth slack, and Gibbs repeated, "Just for me," as he thrust, "Cum…just for me boy."

And then Tony arched, so extremely, his head hit the wood flooring, and his cock jerked in Gibbs' hand, furiously spurting out semen up his chest and neck. Tony's mouth was open, forming a soundless "o", eyes rolled up in his head in ecstasy, as the spasms pulsed through him.

The feeling of Tony's ass and body tightening up around him was too much, and even before Tony's body soundlessly went limp, Gibbs started to fuck him violently, deeper and harder, trying to bury himself inside the beautiful cum covered man under him.

He looked at Tony's handsome face and slightly swollen lips, and brown nipples and dusting of chest hair, now glistening with creamy white.

He felt the orgasm slam into him like a truck, intense and almost painful as it wound up through his balls. He spread out on top of Tony, who was only barely opening his eyes in an orgasmic haze, and howled, as he filled the deliciously tight ass with his own release. On and on, he almost blacked out himself, before finally it was over, and he lie still and panting on top of Tony.

He said softly, in a puff of air in Tony's ear, "Just for me, Tony…please…."

The last word had sounded raw, and fearful, and Tony opened his eyes to look at Gibbs' face. The eyes that were filled with passion and heat mere seconds ago were now filled with a fragility that took Tony's breath away.

He swallowed, and nodded, looking at Gibbs in amazement. Bringing a hand to his face, he choked out, "Just for you," and tears spilled down his cheeks. "Only for you."