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"Adriano? Talk to me!" Gibbs yelled anxiously in the phone. He only heard vague background noises and his stomach twisted. Shit, had Tony been made?

He ran towards the door, stuffing his wallet, badge, keys and phone in his pockets and slamming the door shut behind him. As he jumped in his car and drove to the bar, the first call he made was to the guards at the gate, telling them to close the base for everyone. No one was getting in or out. Then he called NCIS.

"GibbsGibbsGibbs! It's so good to hear from you! How are you, how's Tony? I-"

"Not a social call, Abby. Need a trace on Tony's cell NOW."

The forensic scientist seemed to realize that he wouldn't tolerate another question so her fingers typed as fast as the keys could handle. She nervously tapped her fingers on the table as it was triangulating the last call Tony had made. She let out a cry of relief as the signal came up and she got an address.

As Gibbs listened to her instructions, he frowned. According to Abby, Tony was just down the road of the bar he worked at. Suddenly he froze – could it be that shady guy from last time? Mike something… Mark! He asked the forensic scientist to search for everyone named Mark that lived on the base.

"Tell me if the signal moves, Abby."

"Will do. Go save him, Gibbs!" she sobbed on the other end of the line. Abby never coped well when one of the team was in danger but he really couldn't use her anxiety right now.

"Easy." Tony said the word as slowly as he could manage and tried to turn around, only to be grabbed and forced to walk under gunpoint into the park nearby. It was already late and no one was around. His assailant pushed between his shoulder blades until he was lying on a pick nick table up to his stomach while his feet still touched the ground.

Had he been made? Nothing he'd said had been suspicious, right? He felt nauseous as he considered the other option. Maybe he was the new victim. He knew Mark was the attacker since he recognized the assailant's scent and he was about the same height. He tried to keep his head clear and consider his options.

He could try to take the gun but that wouldn't be wise. He didn't know Mark and he'd heard about his temper. He did know that Gibbs was probably tracing the call. Mark had to be stupid – Tony had let his phone slide into his sleeve when he'd raised his hands and he could still feel it against his arm. Mark probably didn't watch a lot of TV but he should really know that letting a victim keep its phone was pretty dense.

"Mark?" he asked carefully.

"Shut it, pretty boy." The other man growled back and pressed the gun to his back when his phone rang.

"You here yet?" Tony could hear Mark ask. The answer seemed to satisfy him as he could hear him laugh. "Oh yeah, this one's a good one. Hurry up or I might start without you."

So. Not made, then. Probably.

He heard footsteps behind him and tried to pick up anything that would help him identify the second person.

"Who's this?"

Damned he'd heard that voice… but where?! As he realized who was standing behind him, he knew he was dead. The man stepped into his line of sight and he felt bile rise in his throat.

"Where do you wanna go, Javi?" Mark asked behind him.

Javier's lips curled in a smirk as he took in Tony from head to toe.

"Let's just do it here. Something kinky about public places." He crouched down so he came eye to eye with Tony who'd been pressed against a pick nick table.

"I'm gonna have so much fun with you." He smiled seductively. "I really wasn't expecting to see Jethro again but that just makes it better. Revenge is a beautiful thing", he drawled as he let a finger caress Tony's face.

"Who's Jethro?" Mark asked suddenly.

Tony could see irritation on Javier's face for the slightest instant before the handsome man plastered a smile on it and looked behind Tony.

"No one we need to worry about baby. Let's have some fun." The sound of metal on metal as Javier loosened his belt, drowned out the distant sound of a car approaching the entrance of the park.

"Feel this? All for you." Javier smirked as he took Tony's hand and laid it on the bulge in his pants. Tony felt his eyes sting as he tried to jerk his hand back but Javier held it there.

"Oh, he's got a temper. All the better."

Something moved in the corner of his eye and he made sure not to turn his neck as he tried to see what it was without alerting the two men. He managed not to burst into tears as he realized it was Gibbs hiding in the bushes, holding his finger to his lips, telling him not to make a sound. The older man was probably taking in the situation to see how many guns they had on them before he could make his next move.

Tony already knew that only Mark was carrying so he sped things up a little. His hand was still held on Javier's crotch so he clawed his fingers in it as hard as he could, causing the man to cry out suddenly and collapse to the ground.

Before Mark realized what was going on, Tony straightened and elbowed the man behind him in the face. The gun fell on the ground but he couldn't reach it fast enough and Mark picked it up right before he could get to it, holding it at his face.

"Don't. Move." The man growled as he moved his finger to the trigger.

"Federal Agent, put down the gun!" Gibbs roared as he stepped into their vision. Mark's arm shot out and he trained the gun on Gibbs but the older man was faster and he fired a single shot, hitting the man in his arm. The gun dropped as Mark cried out in pain and clutched his arm tightly against his chest.

This time Tony was fast enough and he grabbed the gun from the ground, keeping Javier under gunpoint while Gibbs controlled Mark.

"Yeah, Abs. Everything is okay, I promise."

"Good. Now give me back to Gibbs!"

Tony shook his head and reached out the phone to Gibbs who took it with a sigh.

"Can't this wait 'til tomorrow, Abby?" a pause. "Nothing much to tell yet. They were working together… locked up at the local police station until we can transfer them to DC… No we're not in a condition to drive now, we leave tomorrow afternoon. Goodnight Abs."

The silver haired man stuffed the phone in his pocket and reached out his hand, smiling when Tony intertwined their fingers.

"Are you okay?" Gibbs asked, the concern heavy in his voice.

"Sure, as soon as I wash my hands", Tony smiled back. Gibbs didn't look amused and he nodded again.

"I'm okay, Jethro. You were there, it's over. I'm not losing any more sleep to those dirtbags."

"Seriously though.." Tony suddenly said, "How badass were we?" Gibbs laughed and moved his hand to slap the back of his Very Special Agent's head.

"Sometimes I miss the days where it was just the two of us" he smirked, as he looked Tony over. The younger man was really fine, he told himself. It was done. He relaxed in his seat with a deep breath as he drove them back to the house.

Javier hadn't expected to ever see him again. Maybe that had been their luck – it had forced the man to show the resentment he still carried for Gibbs and show his true nature. He'd seen someone he could manipulate in Mark, someone who'd never bail in him. Tony and Gibbs had started this undercover op thinking they were hunting down anti-gay people but it had turned out that they were just sick bastards looking for a thrill.

Gibbs forced himself to let the case go and focused on Tony. He'd thought the younger man would be more shaken up about the park but the Italian seemed to be weirdly relaxed – unusual for him, which made Gibbs worry even more.

"I'm pretty sure that you're gonna give yourself a headache thinking so hard." Tony remarked as he looked out the window.

Gibbs parked the car in front of their house and stared at Tony.

"What?"

"Why aren't you more freaked out? Javier –"

" – didn't do it for me." Tony interrupted Gibbs before he could start again. He got out of the car and opened Gibbs' door on the other side when the older man didn't budge. He took Gibbs' hand and pulled the man out of the vehicle.

"Please, let's forget those assholes. Those victims, they need to be remembered, but those two can rot away in a jail cell with a giant creepy inmate for all I care." He tugged Gibbs inside the house and closed the door behind him.

"Now, I just wanna take a nice long shower with you and put this behind us. You in?" as he turned around, Gibbs gathered him in his arms and kissed his temple affectionately.

"Deal." He murmured as he kissed Tony again and again, only letting him go when strictly necessary to undress and get the shower going.

"God!" Tony groaned, "I feel alive again!"

Nothing had happened in the shower as they were just getting back to normal. Gibbs had dried him off and Tony felt butterflies at the care Gibbs put in him. They ended up on the couch in sweats, watching a game.

"You know what's weird?" Tony suddenly asked.

Gibbs shook his head.

"When Mark entered the bar, all I could think, was that I hoped you would show up again to show him I was taken. And…" Tony trailed off and cast his eyes down. He felt Gibbs' fingertip pull his gaze back up.

"And?"

"And in the park… I wasn't really thinking about myself at the time, I just kept thinking that only you are allowed to touch me and I can only touch you." Tony's voice hitched and Gibbs tugged him against his chest with a sigh.

"Jesus, Tony! It wasn't like you asked for any of this!"

As Tony looked him in the eye, Gibbs confessed. "I wanted to break all of his fingers", he said quietly. He hadn't expected Tony's reaction, though. The Italian's pupils dilated and his cheeks were flushed.

"You wanted me to?" Gibbs' husky voice never failed to send a shiver running down his spine and Tony reveled in the way his body reacted to the older man.

He nodded slowly. "I just… want to be yours. I want you to be able to trust me."

Gibbs frowned deeply. "Trust… Why wouldn't I trust you?"

"I'm serious, Gibbs… Jethro. I need you to know that I won't run off with the first bimbo that walks into my line of sight. I want to be yours."

Gibbs sighed deeply and got up from the couch, holding out his hand for Tony to take. After a slight hesitation, Tony accepted it and let himself be pulled up too. Gibbs just tugged him towards the bedroom and pushed him down on the bed while he took something out of the nightstand.

He threw the item at Tony and smirked when the younger man caught it and then turned his big eyes to Gibbs.

"Do you want me to prepare myself for you?" Tony whispered as his breath caught in his throat. Desire already heavy in his stomach, he opened the bottle of lube.

"No it's for me." Gibbs simply answered as he pushed down his sweats and pulled his t-shirt over his head until he was standing naked in front of Tony.

"There's not a single person in the world I trust more than you." Gibbs said as he lay down beside Tony, forcing himself not to laugh at the younger man's comical expression. The Italian's eyes had grown even bigger – if that was possible – and he lay paralyzed beside Gibbs.

"Wha.."

Gibbs snorted and moved to the middle of the mattress before tugging Tony between his legs and crashing their lips together. He cupped the back of the younger man's neck so he couldn't back away again with some lame excuse and he groaned softly when Tony started kissing back just as passionately.

Tony's actions grew more confident as Gibbs' cock hardened and the older man's breaths became quicker. He pushed his boss down until he was lying on the mattress while Tony sat between his legs. He took the time to admire the older man's body and crawled over him, fastening his lips on Gibbs' collarbone. He nibbled and kissed his way down until he was positive he'd touched every single inch of the older man and then he kissed his way back up, across his calves, his knees, his thighs until he was finally able to suck Gibbs' cock in his warm mouth.

His tongue darted out and teased the older man until the team leader had to grip the covers to keep from forcing Tony's head down.

"God, Tony. Faster, please."

The younger man's lips stopped moving for a moment, probably to digest his rare use of the p-word. Then Tony sucked harder but the pace was just as torturously slow and Gibbs growled low in his throat when he felt a slick finger circle his entrance.

Tony slowly rubbed the lube around Gibbs' hole until he gently slipped a finger inside. He inched his finger further while he took Gibbs' cock deeper in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the tip when he backed away again. He kept up the same lazy pace until he felt Gibbs start to move his hips to meet his mouth. He knew the older man was getting closer and he kept sucking until Gibbs was panting and he'd clenched his eyes shut.

Tony took his own aching cock in his hand and stroked it while he looked Gibbs in the eye. The silver haired man was lying there, ready for him. A spark of lust settled in his stomach and he placed himself against Gibbs' hole, gently pressing until the tip of his cock was sheathed within the older man.

He let out a suppressed moan and lifted Gibbs' legs over his arms. He took a moment to remember how to breathe before he moved in a little more.

Gibbs growled impatiently.

"What?" Tony grinned.

"Fuck me!" Gibbs bit out, trying to clarify that he didn't want Tony to treat him like a porcelain doll.

"Fine!" Tony growled back, using his impersonation of Gibbs as he jabbed his cock further in his boss' ass until he was fully buried in the other man's tight heat. His breath hitched in his throat and he pulled out a little. As he eased back in, the fog in his brain lifted. They were truly equal and Gibbs would never in a million years let him do this if he didn't trust him. The newfound clarity gave Tony the security he'd been searching for and he pulled out again but this time he thrust back in hard.

"Yessss!" Gibbs hissed and his hand reached out to touch Tony's knee under him, keeping the younger man close.

"Fuck, Jethro. Feels so good!" Tony groaned as he quickened his pace and thrust in harder. He shifted his hips and smiled when after a few thrusts, Gibbs' eyes widened and his mouth opened in a silent scream. He grabbed the older man by the hips and pulled him on and off his cock, trying to rub against his prostate with every stroke.

Gibbs' hold on his leg tightened and Tony could tell he was close. He took his boss' cock in a tight fist and jacked him off in time with his thrusts. Soon Gibbs was panting hard, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead. He twisted his thumb over the leaking head of Gibbs' cock and he felt Gibbs harden just a fraction more before he let out a cry that sounded like his name and erupted over his chest.

Tony moaned loudly as his cock was gripped tightly and it was too much, his orgasm approaching rapidly.

"Ahh, Jethro!" he screamed as he pumped in and out of Gibbs' slick hole until he came deep inside the other man. He rode out the aftershocks, barely managing not to fall on top of Gibbs. He threw his head back as the tremors ran over his spine to every fiber of his body until eventually the sensation subsided and he slowly pulled out.

He watched Gibbs laying there, eyes closed and lips parted, his breathing slowly going back to normal. He bended down and licked the cum off Gibbs' chest, mewling at the older man's touch when he felt fingertips stroke his scalp.

As he lay down beside the older man and was embraced in strong arms, he let out a contented sigh.

"That was amazing." He breathed in deeply against Gibbs' chest, reveling in the older man's typical scent. They'd been away for days on end and the man still smelled like sawdust.

"I love you."

Tony jerked his head up and stared at Gibbs but the expected disbelief didn't come and he just smiled back brilliantly.

Gibbs held him tighter against his chest, his cheek pressed against the younger man's hair. He would give anything for the man in his arms to be safe. He pulled the thick blanket over them and enjoyed how Tony melted against him.

Sleep was already tugging at his eyelids when Tony mumbled against his chest.

"I love you too."

Maybe it was because Tony spoke the words directly near his heart but Gibbs didn't doubt them for a second.

TBC! I hope you liked it!