The daylight enters by the window, blessing with some rays of hope the shared loneliness of the three dormant men. The rain has stopped and a new sun brights...even for those ones who have nothing more than a warm breathing to give some shelter to their pain.
Jethro opens his eyes and contemplates the young man (so young and so alone!) curled between his arms, feeling Tony's perspiration against his back. Jethro feels he should enjoy these bodies that seek for comfort...and also bring the consolation of their young, strong company. He wants to get up, feeling almost completely awaken, but he fears to wake his two companions, who seem to have found the peace that only a dreamless sleep can bring.
Damon feels him move and he also awakes, opening his misty eyes.
(His eyes look like the sky immediately after the rain, Jethro thinks, letting himself get lost into that touching gaze)
"Hiya, Gunny" an innocent voice greets "Good morning..."
"Good morning, Damon...Did you sleep well?"
The young man rubs his eyes and stretches his arms "Yes...Better than in many years" he tries a shy smile "Thanks, Gunny"
"Nothing to be thankful for. We are Marines, remember? What is the motto of our Corps?"
"Never leave a man behind" Damon repeats, sitting upright in the bed.
Jethro gets up and noticing he is naked, he covers rapidly himself with his discarded robe
"I shall go to get your robe...so you can get up, too and have breakfast"
Jethro knows the boy isn't eating, he can see the ribs under the taut skin: Damon is still muscled and built like a full fledged Marine, but it is evident that he has lost some weight in these last times.
Feeling the noise and the movements, Tony wakes up, too and his dazed green eyes already show a distant expression of anger "I forgot we had company" he says, in a very dry tone
"Tony, better attempt to be gentle with Damon, please?" Jethro asks and in this simple phrase, even if with politeness, he also wants to make him understand that he shan't tolerate any kind of rejection towards his fellow Marine.
Tony slits his eyes...but backs down as Jet growls at him. He huffs as he gets up, not caring that he is parading his nakedness, as he heads to the phone and orders breakfast for them.
Jethro sighs as he spots the way Damon tries not to look him and smirks as he opens his arms, grunting as the young Marine practically runs into him. A chuckle escapes his throat as he hugs the man "You ok Damon?"
Damon nods but then shrugs "Still ashamed of yesterday...but I am thankful you were here"
He nuzzles the cropped black hair but turns as a warm body presses against his back, to spot Tony looking at him with sad eyes. He shakes his head before leaning back, taking Damon with him, so he is leaning on Tonys chest while holding the young Marine close
Damon turns his head and searches for Jethro's face, offering him a sweet view is so tender, so touching, that the tough Gunnery Sergeant leans over him and kisses the inviting mouth.
It isn't a sensual kiss, nor lustful, or voluptuous...It is a simple welcoming kiss, like saying without words: 'I shall be always defending you before all!'
Tony grabs Jethro's neck and attempts to break that kiss...He feels jealous and at the same time, turned on by the view.
Noticing that, Jethro leaves Damon's lips and turns his face to Tony, who takes his mouth in an obsessively possessive kiss, almost biting those luscious lips.
Damon rubs his face against Jethro's chest, moaning softly, like a little lost animal seeking for refuge.
Jethro embraces the younger man, while allowing Tony to exercise the powerful dominance on his mouth, opening it even more, to receive the green eyed man's tongue: a tongue that desperately fights to overcome his throat, his voice, his soul, all his being. Thick pearls of sweat covering his body, Jethro begins to rub his own cock against his thigh, in a move that a dog would have found pleasant. A distant animal desire begins to flow and overwhelms him, inspite of all the sexual activity he had during the precedent day (Tony becoming his first...and then that hideous man whose remembrance he wants desperately to erase) Jethro's balls look enormous, heavy, round, strong...and hard as he doesn't remember to have felt them in years.
Damon glances down at the impressive, and daunting, erection. His eyes darken in lust as he watches it rubbing against his thigh and he reaches down to softly run his hand down the length, jerking in arousal at the deep groan his actions cause.
Jethro tears his mouth away from Tony before taking Damon lips in a possessive kiss as he leans over him, presenting his own rear to the other man.
Tony growls as he nuzzles Jethros spine before spreading the mans cheeks as he licks along his entrance, chuckling at the deep growl and the way he pushes back into him. He continues rimming him, becoming more aroused at the deep grunts and smirks as he soaks a finger before slowly penetrating him.
Jethro growls and pushes back onto Tony as he bites Damons lip. A deep whine escapes his chest as the younger Marine strokes him with a tight fist and he thrusts into it while fucking himself onto Tonys finger and tongue
Jethro grabs Damon's leaking cock with his hand and begins to stroke the young boy, softly, very softly, with a torturing pace.
Damon whines and closes his eyes, throwing his head back.
"So, Damon...so...give it to me...let it go, kid...you need to let it go..." Jethro's husky voice is a poniard aimed directly to Damon's mind, a mind that is now concentrated on the voice. Jethro can see how the young man's balls are trembling and fondles them with the palm of his hand...delicately, to don't alternate them anymore "See how your balls are screaming for release, kid...Give it away to me, Damon"
"Yes, G-Gunny!" the young boy is stammering, in the middle of an uncontrollable wave of mind-blowing pleasure "Y-Yes...I w-will give it...to...you!"
Tony's mouth leaves the obscure and warm shelter of Jethro's hole, but it is quickly replaced by the green eyed man's anxious cock.
Jethro welcomes the intrusion with a long moan, while Damon coats his hands with a thick gush of boiling creamy sperm.
Damon gasps as he comes down from his high. He gazes down at his Gunnys hard cock and smirks as he quickly grabs the lube and stretches himself. Once loose enough, he spreads his legs "T-Take me...Gunny, please?"
Jethro growls and tugs him down as he sheaths himself with the tight body. He rests his head on Damons shoulder as he licks his hand clean.
Tony gazes at the sight and groans as he thrusts, becoming more aroused at Damons grunt as he pushes Jethro into the younger Marine. He growls as he wraps his arms around Jethros waist as he grinds himself into his Lover, forcing him deeper into Damon at every thrust.
Damon whines as he pushes back at every thrust, he feels himself becoming hard once more and he tugs at the silver strands as he takes Jethros lips in a desperate kiss...whimpering as he tastes his own essence on those wonderful lips.
Jethro growls as he dominates the young Marines lips as Tony fucks him into Damon. He feels his orgasm approaching and cries out when he feels Damons muscles contract around his hard cock while wet heat splashes across his chest. He growls and climaxes within the younger man before crying out in shock as Tony bites his shoulder at the same time wet heat explodes within him, signalling Tonys completion.
The three men collapse into a sticky, exhausted heap as they try to get their breath back
Damon struggles to catch his breathing again and murmures, between panting whimpers "I..I love you, Gunny"
Jethro sighs profoundly, turning his face to see Tony's flinty green eyes "He is only a kid...forgive him, Tony" he says.
Tony has deposed his previous anger: the orgasm has calmed his usually explosive nature and he replies, soothed by the post orgasmic bliss "I know, Jethro...and I forgive"
A discreet ring bell takes them off their misty state of mind
"Here comes the breakfast" Tony announces "It must be Palmer...the Bartender"
They look inquisitively each other, like asking 'Who shall go to open the door?'
Finally, Tony gets up and puts on his robe "Well, fellows...You win for once...but the next time I shan't get up...so, decide which one will go to answer the door"
Jethro smirks at him and the young Marine in his arms smiles, while rubbing his cheeks against the Silver man's shoulders.
Tony opens the door and Jimmy enters, smiling with such a timid expression "Good morning to the three of you" he says, struggling for to not stutter "The breakfast, as has asked for: two very strong, bitter black coffees and a third one with double cream, triple sugar and cinnamon...toasts with marmalade, butter, ham eggs and a plate of tropical fruits. I'm sorry for the banana pancakes, but Mr Tobias kept all of them for himself"
"So..." Tony grabs a toast and begins to eat, without more preamble "Is your Boss a gluttonous man, Jimmy?"
"Oh, yes...he is...Very!" Jimmy's eyes look enlightened when Tony slips two one hundred bills inside his pocket
"A good performance, eh?" he asks, winking "Mafioso was very generous"
"Oh, he is a Boss! He is one of the most feared bosses in all the East coast!"
"Oh...really?" Tony asks, eating a great piece of omelette
"He had some...'business' with...er, they were...a bit-" he waves his hands "-estranged...but...they are friends again and everything thanks to Mr Tobias' new acquisitions! Overall thanks to you!"
Jethro rolls his eyes and blokes out the chatter as he enjoys a slice of toast while picking at the fruit, he pauses as he notes Damon gazing hungrily at the food and sighs as he pauses him his half eaten toast "Here"
He quickly takes it and finishes it in two ravenous bites. He licks his lips and watches him eat the fruit.
Jethro huffs and gestures to the food "You can eat, Damon...you don't need permission"
Damon scoots closer and as his Gunny lifts his hand with a strawberry between his fingers...he leans forward and plucks it out of his grasp with his lips. A groan escapes his chest at the sweet flavour and watches through lusty eyes as he repeats the process.
Tony quietens at the sight and dismisses his friend as he stalks over and presses against Jethros side before hand feeding him a slice of omelette.
Jethro groans at the move but at a whimper, he continues to hand feed Damon while accepting the offerings from Tonys long fingers
Once sated and absolutely aroused by their food play, the three men enjoy caresses and touches, Tony remembers: "There is a Sauna with Jacuzzi in the first floor...We can go there?"
"Better to remain here, I guess" Jethro points to Damon "I'm afraid that the boy could be ashamed by someone else's presence"
"But we are all of us companions! These two men...the tall brunette and his pretty wobbly mate...seem to be friendly Tony insists.
Damon snuggles in between Jethro's arms: the boy seems to don't want to abandon his secure refuge
"Tony...we could wait until tomorrow...Also, I am not fully healed yet"
"Gunny?" Damon's voice sounds authentically concerned "What happened to you, Gunny?"
"One of our 'illustrious customers' went too far with him, kid...I assure you that this shan't repeat"
"Y-you should talk to the Owner..." Damon dares to say
"This is just what I shall do, Damon...and thus I want us to go out and face him...I know (I had references about this site before) that he loves the Jacuzzi, and spends many many hours there..."
+NCIS+
Jethro gazes around the big room and sighs as he spots Tobias in the last Jacuzzi. He goes to approach, only for Tony to tug him back
"Lets enjoy one of the Jacuzzi...just the two of us?"
He sighs as he spots Damons hurt look and glares at Tony.
Tony rolls his eyes "Fine! I meant the 'three' of us" with that he tugs him over to the first one. A smirk crosses his face as he strips the older man before himself and enters the bubbly water.
Jethro shakes his head as he turns to the young Marine "Come on Damon"
Damon gives him a shy smile as he strips himself and follows his Gunny into the water. He moves himself inbetween the strong arms and nuzzles his chest. Jethro chuckles and turns his head to kiss Tony.
Tobias spots the three men and leaves for an instant the newspaper he was closely reading. Removing his glasses for near vision, he gestures at them: "Good morning to all the company! Did you sleep well?" he munches at one of the banana pancakes that are placed on a little table, beside his Jacuzzi "And was the breakfast okay?"
"Yes, thanks!" Tony states, waving his hand "It was excellent, Mr Fornell"
"Tobias, please..."
Tony harrumphs "But we must file a complaint, Mr...eh...Tobias"
"Ya? What happened?" Tobias stands upright, in a very concerned attitude, while wrapping a big towel around himself "One of your habitual customers...eh...Mr J...hurt my companion here"
Tobias approaches them "Do you mean...CJ?"
"Yes, Clayton J...the Sec-"
"Shst! Shut up!" he raises his hand "I know who are you talking about..." he scratches his head "I swear that he shan't be able to hurt the Fox again...I will find a replacement for him"
"A...replacement?" Jethro asks
Tobias lights a cigar and in a very confidential tone, he says "He likes the martial air type...If only I could offer him a surrogate" He glances at the group, puts on his glasses and his light grey eyes turn enlightened "Yes!" he points at Damon "This young man shall suffice!"
Jethro growls and tugs Damon to his chest "NO! I will not allow it!"
Tobias raises his eyebrow "I'm afraid that you have no say in the matter" at the glare, he shrugs his shoulders "He is an expensive customer...I can't refuse him, otherwise I shall be outta pocket"
Damon pats the strong arm "I'll be fine, Gunny"
He shakes his head "No" with that he turns to Tobias "I shall continue seeing Jarvis as my customer"
"But...if you were complaining, I can't allow him to hurt you in anyway! I shall be out of pocket and I want to keep him happy and satisfied, but...if we can 'use' another...ehem...'elements'...why should you risk your integrity...your health? You were very well received by the public: you are worth every penny, Fox...I'm sorry, I cannot agree"
Tony smiles in triumph, but Jethro refuses to leave Damon, who is like a refugee in his arms...
A rough, deep voice states from behind "Leave the kid in peace...I shall go instead"
Everybody turns to face the British man, the Jade Hyena, who was 'casually' standing behind them "I couldn't avoid listening to your discussion" he says, very politely, but his tone is everything but a subordinate tone "I can endure the customer" He turns to face Tobias "So, you won't loose your money...and these two ex-Marines shan't suffer any kind of threat or injury anymore"
"It is a very generous offer from your part, Jade" Tobias says and everybody notices he is licking his lips "But-"
The man interrupts Tobias' speech "Now, this is yours, I guess?" He throws him a beautiful golden cufflink, with diamonds and the initials TCF engraved in it "It was under my pillow. I suppose you had a hard time searching for it"
Tobias goes crimson "Y-Yes, Thanks" Saying that, the man turns his back, strips to his bathing suit and enters one of the Jacuzzi, ignoring their presence.
Tony harrumphs again, attempting (vainly) to hide his mocking smile "Well! Problem solved!"
Tobias looks doubtful "Yes" he says, in an almost inaudible tone, and returns to his Jacuzzi, in silence.
Tony rubs his own hands "Ha! The old pimp has a personal toy!"
"Tony!?" Jethro states, with some admonition in his voice
"Well, at least, that crap shan't bother you anymore...If he says he can endure...I guess he can"
Jethro shrugs but can't get rid of the feeling deep in his gut that tells him that the SecNav shall not be happy with news...but ignores it as he enjoys the peace and the company of the two other men while relaxing in the water.
+NCIS+
It's been a week since his encounter with Jarvis and there hasn't been any sighting of the man. He shakes himself out of his thoughts as he takes Damons hand before taking Tonys as they enter the Stage after Tobias's introduction
"Tonight, you lucky people! You shall have 'Gunny' the Silver Fox! Along with 'DiNutzo' the Italian Stallion...and also 'Marine' the Titan!"
Jethro stands by his pole and grabs it feels relieved (That hideous man didn't come back during this past week!) and in a certain way, has realised he fallen in love after many many years of solitude and sadness...and that he has gained, also, a devoted fellow Marine that he can protect and care for.
The music begins (This saxophonist is improvising over the melody of 'Sempre fidelis', the Hymn of the Marines!) and he assess his best moves, stretching widely his right leg and smirking seductively to the audience. He is wearing a Marine blue leather thong and the traditional Military cap of the Corps (I think it's authentic!), the cap is slightly thrown on his face, covering it he takes it off, the crowd murmurs, all at once "Ooooooooooooooh!", captivated by the stunning beauty of the man's face...and it is then just in that very moment, when Jethro spots that nauseating man...again.
He inwardly cringes at the lusty look the man gives him but keeps with the dancing as he heaves himself up the pole with his strong arms, displaying his strength and power.
Tony swallows at the sight and slowly stalks over before pouncing on the man and grinding himself against him to the beat of the music before turning around and presenting his rear to the audience.
Damon glances at the crowd and gives them a seductive smile as he sways his hips as he crawls up the pole and hooks his long legs around it before letting go and spreads his arms as he slowly sinks down and ends up doing a handstand.
Jethro chuckles as he takes Tonys hand before taking Damons and gives the crowd a flirty wink as he leads the two men backstage
The crowd is going asks for more.
Happy, Tobias welcomes the three men with an enormous smile, saying "Won-der-ful!"
Ducky approaches, joyfully drunk "Oh, what a success! What a success!-hic-this reminds me of one of my old friends, who was a great per..performer! One night, in the Co...Covent Garden-"
"Enough, Duck!" Tobias stops him "They shall have plenty of time listening to your friend's misadventures! Now there is a very important request!"
"I thought there shan't be more...'requests' from Mr CJ" Tony says, disgusted "At least, not for the Fox..."
"And it shall be so! Nothing with the Fox!" Tobias states, waving his hands and then turns to Damon "He wants you for tonight, said he shall pay very well, giving you also a generous perquisite..."
"What!?" Jethro exclaims "No, way! He is a kid!"
"A kid that already knows how to perform erotic dances in front of a crowd, Fox...for your not a virgin in anyway...I suppose" Tobias looks mischievously at Jethro's eyes.
"Don't worry, Gunny, I shall be fine" the younger man says
"This is my Titan!" Tobias says, gladly, while patting his shoulder "Sixth door, on your left!"
Jethro snarls and slits his eyes as the young Marine heads off. He turns to Tobias and growls "He better come come back to me not damaged!"
Tobias shrugs "Jarvis knows the rules...and so does Damon" with that he walks off and watches the Hyenas performance.
Tony bites his bottom lip as he listens to the deep growling. He sighs and gently strokes the strong shoulders "Come on Jethro...lets wait for Titan in our room"
Jethro turns to look at him with narrowed eyes...but relaxes as he only spots worry within the green gaze. He nods and slowly follows.
Damon nervously paces the room as he waits for the mans arrival. After about twenty minutes the door opens and the man in question walks in
Damon looks at the man's face and immediately experiences such a strange repugnance
"Good Evening, beautiful" the man speaks with a high pitched, disagreeable and twangy voice. He draws near "Now, please, beauty...can you turn over, so I shall be able to see your charm in all its splendour?"
Damon does as he has been asked for
"Good, good...very very good! I liked the Fox, but you are younger...and I can play the Good Teacher with you!" He smiles perversely "A Good Teacher that can be, sometimes, very severe, however...Now, my little Pupil, lie down in the bed, and spread your legs...as widely as you can..."
While Damon does as he asked, the man opens one of the drawers in a big artistic console that is beside the big mirror and takes out a whip "First lesson: the scourge play" he says, sniffing something from his pocket.
Damon immediately notices that the man is using cocaine on himself.
Jarvis flicks the whip, that sounds with an infamous snap "Stay still, otherwise I must tie you up..." Jarvis says, spitting on him "You look nice ordinated with my saliva...I'm wondering how nice you shall look decorated with my milk...and your blood?"
Jethro paces the room as a deep bad feeling spreads across his gut. He shakes off Tonys hand as he continues to pace while glancing at the door now
and then.
Tony sighs as he watches him stalk the room like a caged Tiger. He shakes his head as he decides to run a bath.
He slits his blue eyes as Tony finally leaves and smirks as he quietly opens the door before jogging over to room six. He stills as he hears Damons shouts of pain and growls as he slams open the door.
+NCIS+
Damon trembles as the man on the high lifts the whip and he cries out in pain as it slices his skin. Tears prick his eyes and he backs away as his face
is grabbed
"Are you FUCKING crying!? Thought you were a Marine!" with that he cracks the whip another two times across the trembling mans shoulders, tearing out two more pain filled screams but turns to the door as its slammed open to reveal 'his' Silver Fox
"ENOUGH!" Jethro screams, with his most loudest Gunnery Sergeant's commanding tone, you old crap piece of shit! Leave this Young Marine...NOW!" And he grabs the man by his arm, throwing him to the floor "I don't care if you are the Secretary of the Navy, the President of the USA or the Emperor of Japan!" Jethro exclaims, in the climax of his anger "You shall pay for what you have done! Son of a bitch! Old depraved waste!"
"P-Please...I c-can't endure a s-scandal...I have business! I have...duty"
"DUTY?! AND YOU DARE TO TALK ABOUT DUTY, CRAP?!" Jethro's rage is so strong, that it can be sensed in the environment,like a thick curtain of bloodthirst and unlimited violence. He grasps the man by his neck, rehearsing the famous 'Marines' key' "A bit of constriction, and you shall loose the air of your lungs...turning blue..." he does as he is saying "a bit more, and you shall struggle for air..." he continues tightening his powerful arm around Jarvis' neck "A bit more...and-"
"G-Gunny, no! P-Please! D-Don't become a murder due to this...b-bastard of a man!" the poor boy,who is bleeding and still sobbing in horror and pain, laboriously attempts to stand in the bed.
Jethro glares at the young man but nods and drops the struggling SecNav before taking Damon in his arms and leaves the room. He spots Tobias running towards him and growls "Bastard! Look what has happened...all because you wanted his money!"
Tobias cringes at the bloody marks along Damons skin and glances to the room before clicking his fingers.
Jethro slits his eyes as muscular men approach him but calms as they head into the room and drag out a spluttering Jarvis. A smirk crosses his face as the SecNav is thrown out of the Club and he turns his back on Tobias as he carries Damon to his room.
+NCIS+
Tony glances up as the door to their room opens and goes to scold Jethro...only for his eyes to widen in shock at the sight of the bleeding, trembling man in Jethros arms "Shit, Jet! What happened to him?"
"That crap...that son of a bitch!" Jethro is already in the middle of one of his worst flights of rage "He was scourging the poor lad!"
"Mannaggia!(Damn, man!)..Did you show this disaster to Tobias?"
"Yes, he came...and with two henchmen he threw that crap out of the club"
"I hope he shan't allow him the entrance again! I heard many stories..."
"Help me, Tony, please...go to the bathroom and bring me a moistened towel?"
Tony runs and does as Jethro asked for.
The older Marine is already so furious, that he feels his own blood boiling "I should have strangled him!" he repeats.
Tony rubs softly a piece of cotton with alcohol all over Damon's wounded arm, while stating "No, Jethro! It shall be better so, to be compelled to face dishonour...shame"
"Indeed, Gentlemen!" a soft but secure voice concludes from the threshold "The public ignominy is the worst of punishments..."
"Doc, you came!" Jethro feels tranquilized.
"Of course, my friend! Tobias called me immediately to come and look at
this poor young lad..."
"And the SecNav?"
"Oh!" he waves his hand, theatrically "For that kind of breed I gave the expressed order to say that I was busy!"
Tony and Jethro interchange a tiny smile of contentment.
The Doctor examines Damon closely and prescribes some antibiotics and painkillers "Give the prescription, please, young man, to my assistant, Mr Palmer"
"The bartender is your assistant?" Tony asks, curious
"Well, he has...many talents! Also, Tobias has hired a new bartender...I think his name is Terence...Theodore-"
"T-Timothy" a soft voice says, also from the threshold "W-with your permission, please?" A younger man enters the room, carrying a trolley with a good variety of food and beverages. "The Owner...Mr Fornell...ordered that you should be resting for two or three days...you three, I mean, Sir" he says, addressing to Tony, who enjoys that 'Sir' immensely.
"Good, good...thanks and you can retire. What's your name?"
"Timothy, Sir, but people keep calling me 'Tim'" The boy nods and leaves the room.
Jethro nods in greeting but refuses to take his eyes off his Titan. He carefully moves into the bed and smiles as Damon instinctively moves closer, he opens his arms as he rests against the headboard while Damon snuggles into the circle of his arms "Hey, Titan...you ok?"
Damon nods as he presses closer "He only hit me a few times..."
Jethro growls as he holds him close while the Doctor cleans and bandages the wounds "He'll never harm you again...I'll kill him if he does"
+NCIS+
Tobias is fidgeting, drumming his fingers on the desk, waiting for Ducky to come back "How is he?" His voice sounds very concerned.
"Oh, the young lad shall live, he is very strong, my friend!" Ducky sits down and Gerald pours him another glass of Scotch
"What worried me the most is the fact that the SecNav was involved in all of this monstrosity, Duck...I never should have allowed the customers to pick up the boys just here...I would have encouraged them to go elsewhere with the 'petitioners'..." he slams his hand on the desk "But this shan't be repeated! No, way!"
Two knocks at the door interrupt Ducky's response.
"Ya?" Tobias asks, without moving.
"Er...Sir...I have a proposal...and-"
"Come in!"
The young Ned Dorneget enters the room, dressed with a long Greek tunic and crowned with grapes. "I was playing my Bacchus dance...and a man asked me to accompany him later...to the room eight?"
"No!"
"But...I know it is a way we have...and you too, Sir, with your permission...to make more money!"
"I said'NO!' Was I not clear, Bacchus?"
"Crystal, Sir...so no deal?"
"If you want to go out on a date with someone, it is your business...and you must do it when you are 'OUT OF OFFICE', so to speak!"
+NCIS+
Jethro starts awake at movement and watches through slitted eyes as the Jade Hyena enters the room. He glances at Tony and Damon, who are cuddled up together in his arms, before whispering "What do you want!?"
Kort silently moves closer and frowns at the sleeping men before glancing at
the Fox "Do they...they really love you?"
He just looks at him and slowly nods "Yes...as I them"
Kort cocks his head to one side "How do you know that they do? Do they get you gifts? Or do they use you for sex?"
Jethro frowns "We enjoy sex...but I wouldn't accept gifts as I am not for sale"
He sighs "So...how do you know that they love you?"
"I isn't something that you could know rationally...ehm...what's your name?"
"Name doesn't matter, Now then answer"
Jethro begins to feel annoyed with that strange newcomer "Oh, well...Listen to me: I'm not good at words...but I guess it is something you sense in your heart"
The stranger looks into that blue gaze with eyes that are everything but friendly "Heart?" and he breaks out laughing, he stops, and spits on the floor
"Hey, don't do that!" Tony awakes, and gets up pushing violently against the unwelcome foreigner "And how did you enter here?"
"Your door was open" the man replies,simply "And I wanted to see what were you all doing, its a matter of habitude on my part"
"I don't care about your 'matter of habitude' and your elegant accent,go to Doctor Mallard's...maybe he shall want to talk to you! Now...get out of here!" Tony pushes him to the door
"I-I only..."
"GET OUT OF HERE!" Tony slams the door after to have pushed violently the newcomer out
"Tony..." Jethro looks annoyed
"Please, Jethro...why did you leave the door open, without lock or bar on?"
Jethro smirks and embraces Damon's head "A 'matter of habitude'"
Furious, Tony gets in bed and covers himself entirely with the comforter, including his head.
He chuckles at the sight but quietens as he softly caresses Damons face "Are you ok?"
Damon glances up and snuggles closer "I'm better Gunny"
Jethro nods and turns to the lump before shaking his head and gently kicks him "Oi, Brat! You coming in here or what!"
Tony growls as he slowly shuffles closer, into the warmth of Jets arms. He huffs as he makes himself comfortable "Stupid British Teabag! Interrupting my sleep!"
Jethro sighs and cuffs Tonys head "Shh! Trying to sleep!" with that he pulls the two men closer as he drifts off while trying to figure out why the conversation has made him feel uncomfortable
Jethro thinks of the incident and promises to himself to keep some sort of surveillance over that unwelcome newcomer (There is something very disgusting in that guy, Jethro thinks) and decides to slowly get up and go outside, to get some fresh air.
After to have kissed both men, covering and wrapping them with the bedcovers, Jethro puts on his robe and goes to the corridor. He doesn't spot anything that he could qualify as suspicious (I'm a Marine...I live in surveillance!), and walks to face the big balcony, surrounded by glass windows, that opens to the splendid view, in spite of the rainy night: the storm has passed and a soft rain embellishes everything with its beautiful shade of liquid diamonds. Jethro begins to think that life isn't always a disaster, that to have arrived there, to that infamous club, was maybe one of the best things that happened to him in all his life. He has decided to take care of all what he has now: it isn't too much, but it is 'something', and he feels he shan't be able to live without that 'something'. He realises that he is giving to himself the explanation that newcomer had asked for and he smiles...
He closes his eyes against the slow cool breeze and sighs in delight before stretching himself out. He goes to head back inside...only to yelp as a dart
is shot into his rear! He frowns as he tugs out the bullet and lifts his head at the low whistle. After shaking his head he stumbles forward and falls over the balcony...before being caught in a blanket. He slowly blinks (How...? Who...?) a voice catches his attention and he glances to the left as he is placed into the back seat of a car
"Thanks Tom, Sachs...I owe you both"
"Think nothing of it Jarvis! Now enjoy your Toy"
"And leave me out of it, if you get caught! I can't let Tobias know I am involved! He is already suspicious!"
"Stop being a wuss Sachs!"
Jethro growls as he tries to climb out of the the car but his limbs refuse to co-operate. He snarls as Jarvis appears before his eyes, he glances up to his window before jerking back as the car door is slammed down shut he feels the engine start.
"W-Why...me?" he asks, in a haze of dizziness, not feeling his own legs and arms responding to his own command
"Just because I like you, Gunnery Sergeant...and also let me say that you once snubbed me...It was during a parade, when I became the new SecNav, after Christian Davenport's...ehmm, 'tragic death'"
"You...you son of a bitch! You were involved in that assault! I recall it...we were in red alert for days!"
"I, of course, myself, with the help of my CIA fellows...I owe them that...and also this" he caresses Jethro's arm, but Jethro can't feel his humid, sticky hand "Because I knew where you were thanks to one of these old good fellows of mine..."
Jethro remembers in a lightning, in a flash, the brief appearance of that strange newcomer "The B-British...?"
"Haha! You are clever! But I must inform you that he isn't a British anymore: he betrayed his Country...Now, he obeys only me!"
The car runs quickly through dark streets, almost hidden, while the rain intensifies and the wind moves distant trees (Are these trees? Or telephone poles?) Jethro's mind is a whirlwind of images, sounds,everything becomes more distant each second past...until there is only a profound, black, thick obscurity involving his mind and his senses...
+NCIS+
Jethro awakes with a start and groans as his head begins to ache. He slowly cracks open an eye and glances at his surroundings (Great...naked, in a room that has a bed and a toilet...just great!). He shakes his head, only to whimper as a sharp pain shoots through him.
Once the World stops spinning...he slowly gets up and goes to walk away, only to stop with a stumble as a chain snaps taunt. He gazes down and sighs at the metal cuff around his ankle "Shit!" with that he tugs the chain and follows the links until he finds the end, which is attached to an iron hoop in the wall besides the bed. A deep sigh escapes his chest as he realises that there is no escape...so he takes a seat on the bed as he waits for his captors return.
Jethro growls as he spots Jarvis but jerks back at a crack of a whip
"On your front! Spread eagle"
He just glares at him "We aren't at the Club...I don't have to do anything you say!"
Jarvis growls and goes to step closer only to quickly back out of range as the Gunny goes for him. He stays just out of reach before glaring and leaving the room.
Jethro waits until the man leaves...before sighing and heading back to the bed. He sits in the middle of it and hugs a pillow (I want Tony...and I want Damon) he shivers as a cold breeze runs over his naked flesh and he begins to rock, in an effort to keep warm.
An hour or so later, he turns to the door as a plate of food is shoved through a hatch in the bottom. He glances around before hesitantly going over and picking it up. After sniffing it, he shrugs and heads back to the bed as he begins to eat.
About half way through the porridge like substance...he begins to feel lightheaded and he shakes himself to get rid of the feeling as he finishes off the meal. He slowly gets up and staggers to the door and drops the plate as he falls heavily against the door (Shit! I-I think he drugged the food!) with that terrifying thought in mind, he staggers over to the bed and face-plants the mattress...just as the door opens
Jarvis stares at him, smiling pervertedly "Well, well, well! It seems that I've found the just means to Dominate the beast!"
Jethro raises his face and barely can see the heinous face through the pall of dense mist. "Now...you shall you behave...or may I be compelled to use more 'incisive' methods?"
Jethro bites the coarse cushion, in a gesture of desperate rage and impotence. He can feel the brutal zigzag of the whip, maneuvered with merciless ability by the repulsive man, the image that comes up when Jethro closes his eyes, is the one of a giant weasel, a hydrophobic weasel, with its mouth pouring a nauseous, bad smelling foam...
Tears rolls down his cheeks as his skin burns from the abuse. He growls as Jarvis grabs his hair, forcing him to look into the mans darken eyes and he takes a deep breath before spitting into his face.
Jarvis lets go and jerks back as the Marines saliva splatters his face. A deep laughter escapes his chest as he wipes his face "I knew you would be perfect! Even though you have no chance to get free...you still have some fight in you!" with that he lashes out and laughs as he watches the Gunnys blood spray the wall and bed at every stroke of the whip. Once exhausted he drops the frayed leather and mounts him, while licking at the blood along his back as he erupts within him.
Jethro from cries out in pain as he is breached and grits his teeth as he feels a tongue lapping at his wounds (What a sick Bastard!). He growls and snarls as he tries to move but flinches as a tongue breaches him
"You taste wonderful...full of my cum"
He turns his head and twitches his limbs, smirking as he body begins to awaken and he slits his eyes before rolling over and kicking the man away from his body.
Jarvis yelps in shock as he ends up on the floor and quickly scrambles out of range as the powerful Marine staggers to his feet. He glares at him while licking the blood and seamen off his fingers "I wasn't finished..."
Jethro snarls as he goes to kill the man, only to stumble as the chain snaps tight. He glares at him "You are fucking lucky that I can't reach you...otherwise I'd kill you"
Jarvis smirks "Well...until next time"
Jethro watches with slitted eyes as Jarvis leave the room and once he is sure that he is own his own...he breaks down and crumbles to the floor while hugging himself. He begins to rock and rhythmically hits his head against the wall, using the pain to keep himself awake as he glances around his prison. As tears roll down his cheeks, he slowly crawls to the bed and grabs his pillow before moving to the corner of the room while continuing to rock while banging his head against the wall (I want to be free...I want Tony...and Damon) with that he curls up and cries into his pillow, biting it to muffle his sobs.
(Meanwhile, in the club...)
Tony tosses, jerks and comes out the dazzled state of semi-conscious only to realise that Jethro is gone. He shakes gently Damon's shoulders, while asking "Damon! Where did Jethro go?"
The younger man opens his eyes and laboriously attempts to overcome the strong sensation of glare "Tony...I-I don't know, I have no idea...I was sound asleep...I only could hear you discussing with someone else?"
Tony looks at the table clock, is three am in the morning, and it is still raining really heavily. Uneasy, he gets up, puts on his robe and opens the door. Leaving the room, he walks the now dark, grim corridor and goes to the balcony, only to see it is widely open. A bad feeling is overcoming his soul...He forebodes that something very ominous is going on... (Jethro! Jethro! Where are you? Where did you go?!)
Tony paces the corridor. A short instant later, Damon joins him, the young boy is fully dressed
"I...I have a bad, a very bad feeling, Tony"
"Yes...I have it, too...Better if I go and put on some clothes. We should go to attempt to talk to Tobias Fornell and now! No matters if he is with one of his habitual 'toys'!
On the contrary of the general belief, Tobias Fornell is alone, contemplating his precious golden cufflink, a legitimate Cartier cufflink (God, I paid half a million dollars for it and...it has been..ruined!), perusing the strange device he discovered inside it.
Doctor Mallard enters the private office, badly dressed (he was in a 'private lecture' after hours!), followed by a sweaty Gerald (supposedly, his pupil).
"I'm sorry I bothered you, Duck...but I found this...When I attempted to open the cufflink for to be able to insert it again in my shirt cuff, it broke and I found...this. I know you have a past experience in these 'forgeries' and..."
"Oh, my friend, that belongs to my distant past! But I shall see if I can help..." he turns to Gerald "Gerald, please, can you go to the kitchen office and ask for some coffee and some tea for us?"
The tall black man nods and leaves the room, silently.
"Now that we are finally alone, my dear Tobias: you know as well as I do what kind of device this one is...May I remind you of your almost twenty years in the FBI?"
"Please!" Tobias waves his hands, but he looks strangely afraid "The walls can hear!" he sighs and he looks older, like totally defeated "Duck...of course I knew what was this about...but, please...I called you for another reason"
Ducky leans over the device, puts on a pair of surgical gloves and asks, in a very low voice "May you tell me who you were with, when you dropped this?"
Three desperate knocks at the door and Tobias raises his eyes from the strange, outrageous object. (He didn't have the guts to answer to Ducky's question)
Ducky goes to open and finds an upset Tony and a not less upset Damon standing on the threshold "Yes, gentlemen?"
Tony grabs the Doctor's arm with an insolit violence and cries "Where is he? Where is HE!?"
Tobias stands up and goes to defend his friend and partner "Who is that HE? And, please, DiNutzo, leave my friend in peace...He has nothing to do with all of this!"
"'HE' is Jethro Gibbs! The Fox! He is gone! Vanished! Disappeared!"
"What are you talking about?" Tobias narrows his eyes.
"I'm talking about a possible abduction...a kidnapping, Fornell!"
Fornell harrumphs and states "I haven't seen him since the performance on stage...more or less-" he looks at his pocket watch "-five hours ago!"
"And what about the others?"
"Which others, DiNutzo?"
"The spy you sent to our room, to 'Study our movements'!"
"I didn't send any kind of spy, you, stupid brat!" Ducky interrupts the quarrel "Gentlemen, gentlemen, please!" he turns to face Tony "Please, DiNozzo, can you easy your tone and explain us with the most possible quantity of details what is that-" he waves his hands "-story about the spy?"
"Tonight, while we were sleeping, a strange man...the foreigner...came and talked to Jethro, ehm...to Fox, asking him absurd questions..."
"I didn't send anyone to watch over you! I don't care what you do, if it doesn't affect your job!" Tobias screams in a tone that has no place for doubts.
Tony infers he is speaking the truth.
"Even more!" Tobias continues in the middle of his explosion of rage "I-I have been watched over myself! See this!" And he hoist the microphone just before
Tony's eyes "A mic!" the Italian mumbles, astonished "I-I recall where...where I saw it before!" he rubs his forehead "In the Jacuzzi, quite a few days age, in the morning...we were in the Jacuzzi...we greeted you...and that strange newcomer entered...brandishing your cufflink and claiming that you had forgotten it...under his pillow?!" Tony looks at Tobias inquisitively, with a raised eyebrow and winking.
Tobias hits his own forehead with both his hands and exclaims, furious mainly against himself "Idiot! I've been an idiot! This cursed scumbag plant the microphone inside my cufflink...son of a bitch! I-I..."
"The sad, sour price of a moment of craziness" Ducky points.
"I...I never might have allowed myself to let me drag by...by-Duck, I'm a professional!"
"It happens to the best ones too, my friend. Now we are losing priceless time, gentlemen, as we throw the blame on each other" Ducky observes "We should go out and search for this poor friend"
"Jarvis" Tobias repeats, like obsessed "Jarvis prepared all this montage"
"The SecNav?"
"Ya...I threw him out when we discovered he had injured this poor young man" he points at Damon "Two of my henchmen helped me..."
"Where are they?" Tony becomes impatient
"My henchmen? Sleeping, I suppose...the sleep in the little house that is attached to the main building"
"Their names, please?" Damon asks
"Thomas 'Mad Tom' Hartley (yes, the former boxer) and Roy Sachs"