This is being written in collaboration with my talented friend nightchild78. We are having fun bouncing ideas off each other, and sharing in the excitement of watching this story unfold!
Special thanks to Rose Malmaison for making the image to go along with this fic!
Categories: NCIS/Torchwood
Rating: M
Characters: Tony DiNozzo, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Abby Sciuto, Tim McGee, Ziva David, Dr Donald Mallard, Jimmy Palmer / Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper.
Pairings: Tony/Gibbs, Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen.
Warnings: Swearing, slash, Mpreg, explicit sexual situations.
Spoilers: Set during the 6th season of NCIS and after Children of Earth for Torchwood. Mentions of the episodes SWAK, Boxed In, Hiatus Part 2, Escaped, Singled Out, Bury Your Dead, Chimera and Requiem for NCIS and for the episodes Cyberwoman, To the Last Man, Dead Man Walking, A Day In the Death, Exit Wounds as well as the whole of season 3 of Torchwood. Miracle Day never happened.
Disclaimer: We don't own these characters. We just like to play with them.
(Author's note: We were both very sick this past week, but we still wanted to stay on schedule for you guys. And we tried to do our best work here. Hopefully, we didn't disappoint, despite the fact that we were tired and groggy.
Once again, I'd like to invite you to join my LiveJournal community, Being Tony DiNozzo (beingtonyd). If you love Tony - but don't love the way he's often mistreated and disrespected on the show - I have a feeling you'll feel right at home there!)
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"Jethro! You about done in there?" Jack asked through the door.
"Can't you just use one of the other bathrooms?" Gibbs asked, irritated. He was so close to release. Why did Jack have to disturb him now?"
"Sorry, but in case you've forgotten, Tony is in need of a shower, and this bathroom is the only one modified to accommodate him," Ianto chimed in.
Gibbs sighed and threw his head backwards. Tony. Gorgeous Tony would soon once again be naked before him. Gibbs would be able to put his hands all over those soft, round curves. And yet, he hadn't been able to enter that sweet ass in months. Others might think Gibbs was crazy, but the bigger Tony got, the more turned on he became! Worst of all, they had barely made love half a dozen of times before Tony got too sick. To Gibbs, it felt like discovering the best cake shop ever, only to be told that you're diabetic and not allowed to touch any of the treats in the shop. Pure torture!
Additionally, pregnancy seemed to enhance the best of Tony's features. His eyes shone a brighter emerald. His lips appeared more red and full. Tony had always been an attractive man. But now, he was a level of man pretty beyond what Gibbs' sexually frustrated libido could handle.
Which was what put him in his current position: left to satisfy his own needs, alone in the bathroom, like a horny teenager.
"Just give me five minutes, okay?" Gibbs requested.
"Sure", Jack agreed. "But no longer than that. We've already undressed Tony, and we don't want him to get a chill."
"Got it," Gibbs said, a strain in his voice as his aching cock throbbed in his hands.
Once Gibbs was sure he had some privacy again, the image of his naked, pregnant lover played in his head, as he pumped his shaft, releasing pent up sexual frustration and bringing himself to completion. It wasn't as satisfying as being inside Tony. Not by a long shot. There was nothing quite like the warmth of Tony's hole hugging Gibbs' cock; the music of Tony's moans, singing Gibbs to completion. His release spilling into Tony, filling him. But at this point, Gibbs would take whatever relief he could get.
Still, he thought, there had to be a better way.
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Gibbs felt an ache tugging at his heart as he watched Tony staring at his reflection, while Ianto fixed his hair. He could see Tony fighting back tears, regarding himself with what looked to be disdain.
Tony didn't notice his brilliant green eyes, plump and pouty lips, or soft, inviting curves. He didn't see the radiant glow of his skin. No. It was obvious that Tony was not forgiving or accepting of his appearance.
Instead of seeing his soft, glowing skin, or strikingly beautiful features, all Tony noticed was the nasal cannula now prominently displayed on his face.
Instead of proudly accepting the round, curvy body that pregnancy had given him - the same body that Gibbs found so irresistible - Tony saw himself as physically freakish and repulsive.
Gibbs often told Tony how beautiful he looked. But he knew that words weren't enough. The problem was, the sex ban Owen had imposed upon them, coupled with Tony's fragile physical state, caused Gibbs to worry about the smallest amount of intimacy between them.
But it was intimacy that they both needed. Gibbs could have continued to take care of his own needs behind closed doors, however unsatisfying that may be. But Tony needed to know that he was attractive and desirable. So many things had changed for him since becoming pregnant. He'd lost his strength and independence, he struggled to communicate, and his once athletic body was now plump and swollen.
Something had to be done, Gibbs decided.
"Tony, I'll meet you in the kitchen in a few minutes, all right?" Gibbs informed him, kissing the top of his head. "There's something I need to take care of."
Tony nodded hesitantly, giving Gibbs a questioning look.
"Hey. Don't worry. Everything's fine," Gibbs assured Tony, cupping his face, before turning his attention to Ianto. "You need anything before I go?"
Ianto shook his head. "I think I can manage getting Tony to the kitchen on my own," he smirked.
"Okay," Gibbs laughed. Leaning over, he gave Tony one more kiss before leaving the bathroom. "I love you, Tony."
"Yuv you," Tony called after him.
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"Owen," Gibbs greeted the doctor, who was at his desk, looking over some papers. Though Owen had always shown Gibbs and Tony only respect and genuine concern, Gibbs couldn't help feeling intimidated whenever he met those dark, piercing eyes. There was something in the ghost's look which made Gibbs feel as if Owen was reading his mind. Given the circumstances, Gibbs truly hoped he wasn't.
"Yeah?" Owen looked up distractedly. Standing as he saw Gibbs in his doorway, he motioned for him to step into the office.
Gibbs remained stubbornly silent. Owen, growing impatient, finally spoke. "You need something?"
"I do," Gibbs answered as he entered, his eyes glued to the floor. The cogs of his brain were turning at full speed as he desperately tried to formulate his request without sounding ridiculous and needy.
There was an awkward pause, and the smirk on Owen's face told Gibbs he had already guessed where the conversation was headed.
"Tony and I...I know that sex is out of the question. But..."
It took every bit of willpower Owen possessed to keep himself from laughing. Gibbs always maintained such a calm and cool demeanor. To see him awkwardly stammering like a nervous teenager was a rare bit of comedy.
"That doesn't mean you can't be intimate," Owen finally said, taking mercy on Gibbs. "Tony's cervix is tight, so as long as you're not having sex - or asking Tony to use his mouth in a way that might obstruct his breathing - there's no reason you can't give each other pleasure."
"Oh...All right, then," Gibbs said with a cool nod, his attempt to appear nonchalant barely concealing his relief and excitement. "Thanks."
Though he'd attempted to make his abrupt exit look smooth, Owen noticed the hurried, almost embarrassed nature of it.
"Just use your imaginations!" an amused Owen called after Gibbs, laughing to himself as he noticed that the former marine seemed to walk away faster at those words.
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Gibbs entered the kitchen, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of what he could do to Tony - within limits, of course. These thoughts, along with the sight of Tony wrapping his lips around the banana that Ianto was feeding him, were enough to make Gibbs' cock twitch and his knees buckle.
Once Ianto had finished feeding Tony the banana, he smiled knowingly up at Gibbs. It seemed that, like Owen, Ianto had a pretty good idea what had been preoccupying Gibbs' thoughts.
"I'll get your coffee," Ianto said with a smile, freeing up his seat next to Tony for Gibbs. "And Tony? Perhaps now is a good time to tell Jethro what you just told me."
"And what is that?" Gibbs asked, sitting down.
Reaching for his device, Tony slowly sorted out his thoughts as he typed.
[ "I want to go date." ]
"A date, huh?" Gibbs put his arm around Tony, squeezing gently as he gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, I don't see why not. A change of scenery might do you some good," Gibbs remarked agreeably. "We'll just need to clear it with Owen and Ducky first."
"Tony already cleared it with them," Ianto informed Gibbs, placing his coffee on the table. "They said it's fine, so long as you're not too long."
Gibbs nodded graciously at Ianto, taking his first blissful sip of coffee. "Well, in that case...what did you have in mind, Tony?"
"Moo-vie," Tony said with effort.
"Well, no surprise there," Gibbs laughed. "What did you want to see?"
" 'The Big Sleep' is playing at the AFI Silver Theatre," Jack answered for Tony. "I took the liberty of getting you tickets for Friday afternoon. Tosh and Owen will remain on standby in the area, in case there's an emergency."
"You mean they'll be following us on our date?" Gibbs asked, not sure whether to be relieved or annoyed.
"Not exactly," Tosh laughed, as she began setting the table. "We've made plans of our own. But now you can take Tony out with the comfort of knowing help will available if you need it."
Gibbs looked at Tony, seeing the younger man's face light up with excitement and anticipation in a way it hadn't in a very long time. The truth was, it would do Tony some good to get out. Hell, it would be good for both of them. Even though Gibbs was free to come and go as he pleased, he was hesitant to leave Tony's side. This time, he wouldn't have to.
"Okay. It's a date."
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Tony looked around anxiously as Gibbs wheeled him into the theatre, wondering if they had made a mistake going out. He had never been so aware of people whispering, staring or, conversely, looking away uncomfortably.
He knew that no one would suspect he was pregnant. There was no mistaking that he looked pregnant. He couldn't hide that if he wanted to. But nobody would ever accept the reality of a man carrying a child. To them, he was probably just a fat, sick man in a wheelchair. It was just...everything! Tony didn't want this kind of attention. And he didn't want pity. All he wanted was to enjoy an afternoon at the movies with the man he loved.
But there was a part of Tony, in the back of his mind, that wondered if he was imagining the unwanted reactions. Perhaps he really was just a random stranger that other people passed, not giving him much thought afterwards. Maybe he was overthinking things.
As if reading Tony's mind, Gibbs leaned in and whispered reassuringly.
"Just focus on me, Tony. And focus on the movie. Today is about us."
As Gibbs parked Tony's wheelchair in the space behind the railing at the back of the theatre and sat down beside him, Tony focused on the older man's eyes; a gentle, reassuring blue ocean. And Tony felt himself calm. He was safe. He was loved. He was with a man who at this moment only wanted for him to be happy.
Tony felt a calloused hand gently squeeze his hand, and as the lights went down, he gave himself permission to enjoy the day. To be happy.
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Gibbs sat at Tony's bedside, quietly reading while his lover slept. They'd had a good time on their date. Once Tony had stopped being so self conscious and was able to relax, Gibbs could see true happiness on his face. And he knew that his pregnant lover had appreciated the opportunity to get out.
After the movie, a ravenous Tony insisted they stop for cheeseburgers, fries and milkshakes at the drive-thru, which Gibbs fed him in the parked car. Dinner on the go wasn't exactly what most would call a romantic meal. But this was the meal that Tony wanted. As far as Gibbs was concerned, giving the person you love what they want was the most romantic thing of all.
But the outing had taken a lot out of Tony, and he'd requested a nap the moment they returned. And after everything his body had been through, nobody was going to deny him some much needed rest.
As for Gibbs, he craved the quiet. Taking Tony out of the house was quite a project. Right now, he contented himself with watching Tony sleep.
Mid paragraph, Gibbs had started to doze off himself when he heard a soft whimper. His eyes popped open, and he listened carefully as the whimpers escalated to distressed sobs.
Gibbs shot up out of the recliner and was at Tony's side in a moment. Any sign of irregular breathing from Tony sent Gibbs into a panic. Thinking of how just weeks ago, he had nearly lost Tony to a coma. He thought of the damage the oxygen deprivation had done, and found himself wondering if Tony would ever talk again.
Thinking further back, Gibbs recalled Tony bathed in blue light, struggling through every painful breath. Nearly killed by the plague. His lungs now permanently scarred.
Gibbs couldn't help feeling overprotective. Like Tony's every breath was borrowed, and he could at any moment be taken away.
Now, Gibbs simply brushed his thumb gently across Tony's face, wiping away the tears. Leaning in, he kissed Tony, stilling the younger man's wobbling lower lip. Wondering how he could be so upset after such a good day.
"What's the matter?" Gibbs asked softly. "Bad dream?"
"W-ww...I...y-yuh..."Tony stammered. His eyes squinted shut tightly, face twisted in frustration as he weakly punched at his pillow.
"It's okay...calm down," Gibbs said with understanding. "Do you want to go to your wheelchair? Use your device to talk to me?"
Tony nodded.
"All right...easy..." Gibbs helped Tony to sit up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
With Gibbs' assistance, Tony stood up and slowly waddled over to the wheelchair. Gibbs gently eased Tony into the chair, looking at him and wondering how much bigger he could possibly get before he popped.
Tony was dressed in only a pair of red sweatpants, and his naked upper half caused Gibbs to quiver with desire.
Tony's skin, velvet smooth and buttery soft beneath Gibbs' hands as he settled Tony into a sitting position.
The perfect roundness of Tony's belly, obscuring where his lap should have been; sitting atop where the child within that belly would one day rest to cuddle with her mother.
Tony's chest, now hairless save for a fine down, displaying large, red nipples.
Gibbs licked his lips. Wanting, needing to touch that body! But first, Tony needed Gibbs to listen to him. And Tony's needs were priority.
Gibbs had abandoned his gruff, impatient persona with Tony. Probably for good. The knowledge of how his words and actions had wounded Tony in the past would forever haunt him, and he would spend the rest of the days they had together trying to make up for that.
"What's the matter, Tony?" Gibbs asked, guiding Tony's hand to his talking device.
Tony hesitated for a moment, fingers trembling. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he finally typed. The words came out more as a purging of emotion than a coherent thought.
[ "Ugly, disgusting freak. Stupid, useless thing. Hate live like this. Hate needing help. Sad." ]
With each word spoken through the computerized voice, Gibbs' heart broke a little more. Going out was a nice distraction. There was no denying that Tony had fun on their date. But it did nothing to change the hatred he felt for himself. The powerlessness and depression that he had no choice but to confront in his helpless state.
"Hey, Tony. No." Gibbs grabbed Tony's hand away from the keyboard, interlacing their fingers. Blue eyes staring into teary green.
Gibbs searched for the right words, realizing anything he said would be empty and meaningless. Tony was too wrapped up in his own sadness to believe any words of praise or encouragement.
Almost unaware of the movement, Gibbs' hands slowly moved to Tony's chest, index fingers teasingly circling the younger man's nipples.
Sometimes, actions speak louder than words. It was time to get tactile.