The Favor

by needtoknow400

A favor for a friend forces Gibbs to face something he's been denying for decades. Will giving in get him everything he's ever wanted or will he lose everything all over again.

1. Chapter 1

Title: The Favor

Chapter 1

SLASH/MATURE: Don't like, Don't read

Summary: A favor for a friend forces Gibbs to face something he's been denying for decades. Will giving in get him everything he's ever wanted or will he lose everything all over again.

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Blowing out a long deep breath, he sent the wood shaving dancing into the air. Watching the shaving float away he realized the sun had disappeared and darkness had settled around the patio. He glanced at his watch, already after eleven. Staring down at the carving, he debated about continuing. The outdoor lights he'd installed obviously worked, he hadn't even realized night had fallen. Still it was late and the nights were still cool in Alaska. Brushing the wood off himself the phone on the table suddenly danced around. He glanced at the number, an international call, but not a number he knew. Could be Jack, she always called from different numbers. He grabbed the phone and accepted the call. "Gibbs."

"You are awake."

The familiar voice surprised him and he again glanced at his watch. "Yeah, little early there."

"I have not slept much the last two days."

He heard the weariness in her voice and he instantly felt his stomach knot. "Ziver, what's wrong?"

"I am fine, but-"

"Are Tony and Tali okay?"

She heard the crack in his voice, the worry that she knew had now moved from his stomach to his heart. "Tali is with me."

"In Israel?" He stood up the tightness in his chest suddenly becoming an aching pain.

"Tony is in Paris."

Gibbs' brow furrowed. Tony and Ziva had ended any pretense of a relationship just over a month after she returned to Paris. She went back to Israel for a few months then made trips back and forth between Israel and Paris. She and Tali were rebuilding their relationship slowly. Ziva and Tony were learning how to be friends and co-parents. He didn't realize Ziva and Tali had reached a point where Tali would go to Israel or that Tony would be okay with that.

"Tali wanted to come, it was her request, not mine." She heard him blow out a breath, an annoyed breath. "Although he agreed, he is not taking it well."

"Yeah." Gibbs could understand. He knew how committed Tony was to Tali, he'd walked away from NCIS, DC, everything to be the best father he could to her. She had been his whole life for all these years.

"He was unsettled and somber when we left Paris two days ago."

"Have you talked to him?"

"Yes when we arrived and last night."

When she didn't continue he sighed. "And?"

"He was distant, melancholy, I am concerned."

Gibbs sighed. "Someone in Paris that can check-in?"

"I have already tried, he is not answering the door."

"Landlord?"

"Out of town."

"Police?"

"I do not want to do that." She took a deep breath. "That is why I called you."

Gibbs brow furrowed.

"He needs someone right now."

"We've barely spoken since-"

"He left, I know and why is that?"

Gibbs rubbed his hand over his mouth. "Jimmy."

"Jimmy Palmer, that's why you two have hardly spoken."

"No, he'll talk to Jimmy."

"I am talking to you because I want to ask for a favor."

"He's not going to answer my call."

"I know. That is not the favor I am asking for."

"What are-" He stopped and chuckled. "You want me to go to Paris?" When she didn't respond. The color drained from his face. "Ziva, Paris."

"He is drinking…Tali is worried because he seemed off when she talked to him last night. I believe he was drunk."

Gibbs ran his hand over his mouth.

"This is the first time Tali has asked to come to Israel with me, but now she wants to leave because she is worried about her father." When he didn't respond she asked a question she had wanted to ask since she had come back. "Is your friendship in such disrepair that you do not even care anymore? We have all called on you for favors and never once did you question or hesitate to help."

Clenching his jaw, Gibbs forced himself not to respond in anger. He wasn't angry that she asked, he was angry that she was right. Never did he question when the people he had called family for almost two decades needed something. He would be there for all of them until he took his last breath…but Tony, Tony was different. And the difference was something he could barely admit to himself, let alone admit it to anyone else.

"Tali and I will go back." Ziva sighed. "Goodnight Gibbs."

"Ziver." He felt his heart thump against his chest as his mind screamed no.

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Walking up to the building, he paused as he reached the lobby door staring at it as if it were the entrance to another world. In a way it was, the two of them had been worlds apart for years, they had barely spoken since Tony had left. The few times they had talked it was because Tony was having a conversation with a member of the team. Even after Ziva came back they hadn't spoken. Hell Gibbs had spoken to Ziva more in the last couple years than he had Tony. Yet even though they hadn't spoken, he still knew everything that had been going on with Tony and Tali since they'd left. However, all his information came second hand, from members of the team or Senior.

Shaking his head, he opened the door and stepped into the lobby of the apartment building. The elevator was directly in front of him and he stepped up to it and pressed the up button. The doors parted and he stepped inside. Pushing number ten the doors closed and the elevator jolted upward. Taking slow deep breaths he tried to center himself. He hadn't physically seen Tony since the night Tony walked out of the basement. And honestly he had no ideal how he was going to react when he laid eyes on the man.

The elevator stopped and the doors parted. Turning to his right he made his way down the hall to the number Ziva had given him. Stopping at the door he sat his bags down then the bag of food he'd picked up. He glanced up and down the hallway taking in the emptiness before pulling the lock picking kit from his inside coat pocket. Picking the tools he needed a few seconds later the lock clicked and opened. He put the tools away, picked up the bags, and stepped inside. Closing the door behind him, he locked it, then dropped his bags just inside the door. He was standing in a small foyer that looked into the living room. Slowly walking in, he spoke the name. "Tony." No response. Another few steps and he reached the coffee table in the center of the living room. He made a left turn towards the kitchen and put the bags of food in the refrigerator.

Making his way back towards the living room he headed to the side hallway. There were two doors off to the right, the first door was open, the second closed. His gut immediately drew him towards the first open door. He silently stepped towards the door and stopped in the door frame. He took a deep breath when he saw the scene before him. Tony was sitting on the floor, his back against the foot of the bed, knees bent, his head down, a half empty bottle of Bourbon in his right hand, and another empty bottle next to him. To the left of him were a few empty beer bottles. Gibbs wasn't sure if Tony was asleep or passed out, but slowly the younger man lifted his head and looked directly at him.

Tony blinked a few times, looked at the half empty bottle in his hand, then looked at the empty bottles on either side of him. Gazing back up at Gibbs, Tony's eyes closed then opened. "Must be drunk if I'm seeing visions of you." He took another swig from the Bourbon bottle.

"You're definitely drunk." Gibbs heard the slight slurring of the words.

Tony swallowed hard. "Can't be a dream…when I dream about you it's never like this."

Gibbs' eyebrow went up.

"So what the hell kind of fucked up advice do I need that I suddenly conjured you here?" He rolled his eyes. "Stop drinking, don't make the same mistakes I made, think about your daughter, blah, blah, blah." He took another drink. "If I wanted your advice I'd call."

"Think hell would freeze over before you called me."

"You're probably right."

Stepping across the threshold, Gibbs stopped directly in front of Tony.

"So why are you here?" Tony grinned and held up the bottle. "Did you come for a drink?"

Gibbs shrugged then accepted the bottle and took a long swig. Walking over he dropped down beside Tony mirroring the younger man's position. Leaning back against the bed he took another drink and handed the bottle back to Tony.

Taking the bottle, Tony shook his head. "Well I do hate drinking alone." He took a long deep drink from the bottle. "I know you never had that problem."

Gibbs shook his head.

Tony took another drink then tipped the bottle towards Gibbs.

Gibbs accepted and took a drink, then another before passing it back.

Tony dropped his head back on the bed. "Apparitions of you used to help, my mind could conjure the words I knew you would say, but now-" He took a deep breath. "Now all the time and distance between us makes the apparition more of a one dimensional picture of you."

"That's my fault." Gibbs knew his own issues had caused the distance between them.

"It's my fault too." Tony took another drink. "Doesn't matter anyway. I lost you a long time ago…and now I'm losing my daughter."

"You're not losing her."

"Really?" Tony glanced over at Gibbs. "She asked to go with Ziva, begged me to let her go, cried when I first told her no…refused to talk to me for days." He fought to hold back the emotion. "It wasn't until I agreed to even think about letting her go that she finally spoke to me again."

Gibbs just listened.

"It was either let her go or push her further away." Tony took another long drink from the bourbon bottle. "What if she doesn't wanna come back?"

"This is home."

"I've never been away from her more than a day. It's been almost three days now." Tony felt the emotion overwhelm him again. "I can't sleep, I can't eat, and It hurts to breathe." He laid his head back. "Drinking and passing out the last few nights was easier than facing all the emotions. I just didn't expect any of this to happen so quickly and I wasn't ready for it."

"You never are." Gibbs plucked the bottle from Tony's hand and took a drink.

"It was so eerily quiet when they left. The silence was horrible."

"Yeah." Gibbs remembered that eerie silence all too well.

"It's bad enough just knowing she's thousands of miles away." Tony paused. "I can't imagine what you went through with Shannon and Kelly."

"The silence will end, Tali will be back."

"I didn't mean to-"

Gibbs shrugged it off.

"I always envied the fact that you could be comfortable in the silence." Tony shook his head. "Silence just makes me feel claustrophobic, like I need to run away, just get out."

"Took me a long time to get comfortable with the silence." Gibbs finished off the bottle. "A very long time."

"Does the silence ever make you want to run away?"

"Sometimes." Gibbs let out a long breath. "But those times are rare."

"I hope I can get to that point." Tony sighed. "This isn't going to be Tali's last trip. She wants to know about where she comes from. Ziva and Israel are part of that."

"It will get easier."

"What if it doesn't? Then what I conjure you in a drunken stupor every time Tali goes away with Ziva?" Tony chuckled. "Not exactly the best way to handle things."

"Or you could actually call me, talk to me, let me help however I can." Gibbs saw the odd expression on Tony's face.

"Now see." Tony shook his head. "That seems more like something you would actually say to me, not something I would have you say in a dream." He picked up the unopened bottle of Bourbon next to him, opened it and took a long swig.

Gibbs' brow furrowed.

"Dream Gibbs is different from apparition Gibbs." Another drink. "Asleep…dreaming about you is a very different scenario."

"Different?"

"You already know, you just don't want to admit it." Tony took a long swig from the bottle.

Gibbs snatched the bottle from Tony's hand and down a large gulp. "Figured you didn't dream about me any more." If they were going to talk about this he needed a lot more booze.

"Wish I didn't." Tony shook his head. "Dreaming about you is this bizarre experience now."

"Why's that?" Gibbs downed another swig from the bottle.

Tony's head dropped back against the bed. "Erotic dreams, waking up aroused, and hating myself for still wanting you." He took the bottle from Gibbs' hand and took a drink.

"If you want to hate someone, you should hate me." Gibbs glanced over at Tony.

"Don't worry," Tony met Gibbs' gaze. "Part of me does hate you."

"Good." Gibbs nodded, accepting and understanding the hate. He turned his head staring straight in front of him.

"Do you hate me, even a little?" Tony actually turned his body towards Gibbs.

Gibbs shook his head.

"You should." Tony paused. "I pushed and I knew you'd never break rule-"

"Tony." Gibbs sighed wanting Tony to stop. The familiar pain in his chest reminded him how much he didn't want to have this discussion. Tony had already tried once, a long time ago, and Gibbs had refused. Back then his resolve was stronger, the ghosts a constant impediment, and his structured life a fortification against everything Tony wanted and asked of him. Now with all the changes in his life, he wasn't sure if he could handle this conversation.

"I honestly didn't think I would lose you over this."

Gibbs turned, meeting the sad green eyes. "You never lost me. I just couldn't-" He shook his head. "You didn't lose me."

Tony sat the bottle down and reached over his finger tracing a path down Gibbs jaw line. "We were never the same, both of us distant with each other for different reasons." His hand slipped down to Gibbs' chest directly over the other man's heart. "Yet even with the physical and emotional distance between us, I still wanted you." He went to pull his hand away and Gibbs grabbed it, holding it to his chest.

Leaning forward, Tony's lips brushed against Gibbs', surprised when they eagerly accepted the kiss. Drawing back, he licked his lips surprised at how real the kiss felt. His drunken state still made him believe it was a dream. Shifting to his knees he moved in front of Gibbs. "I still want you." He watched Gibbs' Adam's apple bob up and down. Tony held up the bottle to Gibbs and it was snatched from his hand.

GIbbs downed a huge gulp knowing it had been offered to him to prepare him for words about to be spoken.

"Rule twelve doesn't apply anymore." Tony's eyes danced back and forth from Gibbs' eyes to his lips. "I've had this dream before." He let his lips brush against Gibbs. "I kiss you and then you just grab me and-"

Latching onto Tony's neck, Gibbs captured Tony's lips desperate to taste more of the man. The bottle fell from his hand as his other arm wrapped around Tony pulling the younger man between his legs and crushing their bodies together. When the body settled heavily against him and Tony's lips parted, Gibbs explored every minute piece of Tony's mouth, tongue and lips. He wanted nothing more than to give into the desire he'd denied for over a decade and take Tony. Then he felt the fingers on his belt buckle and tasted the Bourbon from Tony's mouth.

Grabbing Tony's wrists, he ripped their lips apart and physically felt the loss through his whole body.

"Gibbs, please."

The ache in Tony's voice made Gibbs' body shiver. "This isn't a dream." Bringing Tony's hands to his chest, he held them there. "I'm here in Paris, I'm not an apparition or a dream." He watched as through the drunken haze Tony tried to decide if he believed what was said. "Would I have stopped you in a dream?"

Again Tony contemplated the statement.

Gibbs placed a tender kiss on Tony's forehead. "I'm here, flesh and bone."

"Gibbs." Tony's voice cracked with emotion and he pulled his hands from Gibbs grasp. He grabbed Gibbs' face and he stared at the man, the truth in the blue eyes saying more than any words ever could. His forehead touched Gibbs. "You're really here."

"I'm here." Gibbs' voice was filled with remorse at allowing Tony to believe he was some ghost or dream. "I should have told you, tried to exp-" He never finished the sentence as Tony crushed their lips together, the kiss still full of passion and desire. The hands left his face and caressed down his chest and again Tony was undoing his belt.

Gibbs grabbed Tony's wrist and ripped their lips apart. "Tony." Gibbs took a deep breath, his rational mind still winning the war against his desperate desire for the man. "You're drunk and this shouldn't happen."

"Do you want me?" Staring into the steel blue eyes, Tony searched for the answer.

"It's not about-"

"I need to know." Tony held the older man's gaze. "Do you want me?"

Seeing the desperate need for honesty in the green eyes, Gibbs swallowed the fear and spoke the truth. "Yes."

"Don't stop me again," Tony sighed. His lips brushed against Gibbs'. "I need you."

Gibbs couldn't speak, the fear, his resolve faltering kept him silent.

"You want to give in, I can see it in your eyes. Feel it in your body." Tony's eyes closed momentarily, then slowly opened. "The heat radiating off of you, your cock hard, your hands holding mine so tight your knuckles are white."

Gibbs glanced down where he held Tony's wrist. Seeing his knuckles white with the tension, he let go of Tony's wrists and the hands fell to his chest.

"You know the alcohol has nothing to do with me wanting you." Tony's hands caressed down Gibbs' chest to the top of his pants. Holding the blue eyes, Tony let his fingers undo Gibbs' belt. When Gibbs didn't try and stop him, Tony popped the button then pulled the shirt from Gibbs' pants. Running his hands along the inside of Gibbs' thighs, Tony glanced down at the bulge in the jeans. He let his fingers claw over Gibbs' hard cock and heard the stifled groan and Gibbs' body tensed. His lips swept across Gibbs' cheek to the shell of Gibbs' ear. "Stop thinking. Show me how much you want me." Tony purred as he squeezed Gibbs' cock through the denim. He pulled back and gazed into the steel blue eyes. "Take what you've always wanted but wouldn't allow yourself to have."

Gibbs' eyes narrowed as he stared into the green eyes. Then he smashed their lips together as he ravaged Tony's lips. He feasted on the younger man's mouth bruising their lips with the force of his desire. He bit down on Tony's bottom lip and growled. His other hand snaked around Tony's waist and grabbed his ass cheek thrusting their bodies together. He felt the moan against his lips, the body against him trembled. Take what you've always wanted. The words echoed in his mind. He'd wanted Tony for almost as long as they'd known each other. His lips descended to Tony's neck. Taking a deep breath he inhaled the scent that had captivated him for decades and haunted him for years since Tony left. He licked at the flesh, biting down and tasting the scent and the thundering pulse against his lips and tongue. Take what you've always wanted.

Tony's head went back offering his throat to Gibbs. His mouth fell open as GIbbs' attacked licking, biting, and marking every inch of the sensitive skin of his throat. His hand went to the back of Gibbs' head pushing the man harder against him. "God yes." Tony cried as Gibbs' hands found their way under the back of his shirt. Fingertips clawed into the flesh of the small of his back, then clawed their way upward along his spine. "More." Tony begged. He wanted the marks, wanted the reminder because part of him was still fearful that this was some dream he'd created.

More. That's exactly what Gibbs wanted more of Tony. Bunching the shirt up Tony's body, the younger man took the hint. Tony pulled back only enough to lift his arms and let Gibbs pull the shirt from his body. His eyes leered down Tony's bare chest pausing a moment to stare at the bulge in Tony's pants. When his eyes skimmed back up he paused gazing into the dilated emerald eyes. Eyes that silently begged him to continue, to take what he had always wanted but wouldn't allow himself to have. He was no longer equipped to fight this battle. His resolve weakened, the ghosts vanquished, and the rules a distant memory, he had no defenses against Tony, except one. The one defense that always protected him, the one defense that always gave him the resolve to walk away, the one defense that always gave him the strength to say no, It now offered him no protection, instead it somehow gave him hope, hope that part of him knew was futile, yet that he couldn't deny. When Tony's hands slipped under his shirt and scratched up his ribcage, the war was over. His body and mind surrendered.

Wrapping one arm around Tony, his back against the bed, with one hand he slid up the side of the bed and rolled them onto the mattress. His lips moved to Tony's shoulder nipping at the flesh as his hands tugged at the button on Tony's jeans. Pulling the zipper down he heard the moan as his fingers grazed Tony's hard cock. He felt the hands shoving his shirt up and he let the shirt be removed. Then hands scratching down his body, the sensation causing him to bite down hard on Tony's shoulder.

Rolling Tony onto his back, Gibbs' lips descended, kissing down Tony's chest finding a nipple and licking and sucking it into a hard nub. The body under him arched and a hand touched the back of his head. His teeth bit at the hard nub as his fingers pinched Tony's other nipple. A moan dripped from Tony's lips as Gibbs lavished attention on both of the man's nipples. Still it wasn't enough, he wanted and needed more.

Gibbs' hands pulled at the jeans and instantly Tony raised his hips. Ripping the heavy denim down Tony's legs, Tony used his feet to push them the rest of the way off. Gibbs' hands explored Tony's now exposed thighs. The solid muscle tensed under his touch as his hands massage at the inside of the younger man's thighs. When his fingers brushed against Tony's balls the body under him shook. He leered down Tony's naked body. The younger man's chest rose and fell in quick shallow breaths, stomach muscles tense, his cock erect and twitching anticipating Gibbs' touch. As his eyes gradually made their way back up Tony's body, he shook his head. "Gorgeous." It was the only word that Gibbs could even imagine using to describe how Tony looked at this moment

Tony squirmed under the intense gaze and Gibbs captured his lips. Too quickly, Tony felt the lips pulling away and he struggled to hold onto the kiss, but it was futile. Instead Tony watched as Gibbs kissed down his chest, his stomach, until the older man was between his spread legs. Blue eyes glanced up at him as Gibbs' tongue flicked out, licking across the head of Tony's cock. Tony's hands clutched the bedsheet. "Please." He pleaded as he stared down into the blue eyes.

Gibbs' lips closed around the head of Tony's cock and gently sucked.

Tony's body trembled as inch by inch Gibbs slowly took in the length of his cock. His head dropped to the pillow and his back arched when the lips reached the base of his cock and sucked hard. Tony's hips involuntarily thrust upward shoving his dick further down Gibbs' throat. Then his mouth fell open in a silent cry as Gibbs devoured him. With each suck at the base of his cock, Tony's cock jabbed against the back of Gibbs' throat sending a surge of pleasure through him to the base of his spine. Tony's eyes rolled back as everything around him faded away and the world consisted of only pure pleasure. The pleasure intensified by the fact it was Gibbs and the greediness with which the older man took him. Two fingers were shoved inside him and Tony felt the fingertips curve and thrust upward. Tony's legs started to shake, the shaking quickly radiating up his frame until his entire body shook. Some primal scream ripped through the room as the fingers found their mark and Gibbs sucked at the base of Tony's cock. Tony's body convulsed as the world behind his eyelids went white and he came.

Gibbs fed from the younger man until the cock in his mouth went limp and Tony's body untensed. He carefully made his way up Tony's body, not touching the still quivering man.

He looked down at Tony as if outside himself, part of him believing as Tony had earlier that this was a dream and he'd wake up and be home alone in his bed.

Tony's eyes slowly fluttered open, he latched onto the side of Gibbs' neck and jerked the older man down. "Kiss me." Tony begged and Gibbs' lips smashed down onto his. Greedily he feasted from Gibbs' lips and mouth tasting himself from the older man. His hands yanked Gibbs' pants down, succeeding in getting them past his hips and freeing Gibbs' cock.

Gibbs ripped their lips apart as the hands grabbed his ass and jerked him down "Tony."

"Fuck me." Tony pleaded, attacking Gibbs' neck, biting and sucking at the skin as he tried to push the pants further down Gibbs' legs. He felt the body above him moving and the pants were pushed away. Reaching over, he opened the drawer of the night stand and pulled out the small bottle. Popping the cap, he waited as Gibbs put out his hand and he squeezed some onto his fingers then dropped the bottle beside him.

Gibbs' hand slipped between them and Tony's legs parted. Slipping two fingers inside the tight ring of muscles, he felt his fingers squeezed tightly. Gibbs worked the finger in and out feeling the muscle relax. Scissoring the fingers he heard the soft moan from Tony. In and out, back and forth he worked the fingers until Tony was rocking his hips into the touch. "God you look so sexy like this." It truly was one of the sexiest things Gibbs had ever seen. Tony's eyes closed, lips slightly parted, hands clutching at the sheets, back arched, his hips rocking into the touch, and his cock hard and dripping precum.

Growling Gibbs jerked his fingers from Tony causing the younger man to groan. Grabbing the bottle he popped it open and squeezed some lube into his hand. Tossing the bottle aside he stroked the lube over his cock and rolled down beside Tony. Touching Tony's hip, he nudged the younger man onto his side.

Tony felt the cock shoved between his cheeks, then the pressure of the head of Gibbs' cock against him. An arm snaked around his waist as Gibbs slowly pushed forward. Grabbing Gibbs' hand, Tony entwined their fingers and held them against his chest. He bit his lip when he felt the sting.

GIbbs moaned when Tony tightened around him, almost forcing the head of his cock back out. He nudged forward slightly and again he felt Tony tighten this time squeezing hard around the head of his cock. "Damn." Gibbs growled. Feeling Tony relax, Gibbs inched forward only to feel his cock clamped tightly inside Tony again. He knew Tony would test his control, taunt him and toy with him, but he didn't think it would be before he had his cock completely inside the man. He rocked his hips forward and felt Tony squeeze their joined hands tighter. Then Tony pushed back and the younger man's body trembled. Gibbs suddenly froze. "Tony." The name was a whisper of realization. Gibbs took a slow deep breath. Pressing a kiss to Tony's shoulder, he squeezed their joined hands. All these years, the times Tony had pushed for Gibbs to cross the line and give in to the attraction between them…he had always assumed. His lips pressed against the shell of Tony's ear. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it wouldn't have made a difference." Tony knew the reason Gibbs had refused to face the attraction between them. "And I knew with my reputation you'd just assume there was a man in there somewhere."

"It had more to do with how blatantly you came on to me, pushing me to give me." Gibbs still remembered both times Tony had tried to get him to cross that line.

"I almost thought you were going to give in that second time." Tony felt the lips against his neck.

"You stayed after a late dinner, sleeping in my bed." Gibbs remembered like it was yesterday. "I came up to change and you just threw the blanket off-" Gibbs let go of Tony's hand letting his fingers caress across Tony's stomach. "You lying there, your cock getting hard as my eyes traveled up and down your naked body."

"You took two steps towards the bed." Tony's eyes closed as he remembered that night. "Licking your lips, your cock getting hard."

"You were gorgeous." Gibbs fingers played in the hairs above Tony's cock. "I couldn't take my eyes off of you."

"When you sat down on the edge of the bed next to me, I thought you were going to touch me." Tony gasped as he felt Gibbs' fingers graze over his hard cock.

"Like this." Gibbs hand wrapped around Tony's cock slowly stroking over its length.

"Yes, just like that." Tony reached back clutching at Gibbs hips as they rocked gently. "I had even fucked myself earlier hoping you would give in."

Gibbs growled nipping at Tony's earlobe. "With what?"

"This small prostate dildo

"Were you thinking of me when you used it?" Gibbs lips moved to Tony's neck.

"Yes." Tony moaned thinking about the first time he fucked himself thinking about Gibbs. His mouth fell open as Gibbs' speed over his cock increased.

"When was the first time?" Gibbs nudged his cock slowly into the younger man.

Tony swallowed hard as he admitted the truth. "Second year at NCIS."

Gibbs bit at the tender flesh of Tony's neck. The truth aroused him even more. "How long has it been since you fucked yourself?"

"So long." Tony honestly couldn't remember, years, long before Paris. "Oh God." He trembled as he felt more of Gibbs cock inside him and his own release building.

"God I would have loved to see that." Gibbs hissed in Tony's ear. "Heard you scream my name."

Tony bit his lip as the need to come threatened. "Please."

"Not yet." Gibbs slowed his speed as he made the final push forward. "Tony." Gibbs moaned as his body tensed and he stilled.

Tony's finger tips dug into Gibbs hip as he realized Gibbs was now completely buried inside him. He pushed back and heard the deep growl that reverberated through Gibbs and into his own body.

"You feel so good." Gibbs whispered in Tony's ear as he started stroking Tony hard and fast. "I wanted to be inside you when you came."

The hard fast stroking of Gibbs' hand over his cock, the excruciatingly slow way Gibbs took him. It was the most erotic mixture of sensations. His head was spinning, his body caught in a strange state of ecstasy and agony, wanting to give into the release but desperate to have Gibbs keep taking him. His body had forgotten how to function normally. His heart thumped against his ribcage. His lungs ached, unable to take a full breath. His muscles taunt with strain. His mind was lost in a euphoric haze. Spiraling downward, he felt the world crashing around him, and his body surrendered.

Gibbs was unprepared for his body's reaction to Tony tightening around him. And before he could find his center again Tony was gyrating back onto his cock. He instantly let go of Tony's cock and wrapped his arm around the younger man crushing their bodies together. "Tony please." He was begging. For Tony to stop, to push him over the edge, he wasn't even sure. Burying his face in the crook of Tony's neck he bit down trying to find his control.

Tony's eyes closed as he reveled in the feel of the teeth sinking into his flesh. He welcomed the pleasurable pain, loved that he had caused such a reaction in the man. Yet he wanted Gibbs to find his center again. Almost two decades he'd wanted Gibbs and he wanted it to last for both of them. He stopped all motion and let his hand gently squeeze Gibbs hip. A few moments passed and the bite slowly turned to kisses up his neck. He instantly felt the change in Gibbs, knew that famous Gibbs control was firmly back in place. "Take me." Tony pleaded.

Thrusting forward, he heard the low moan from Tony and he pulled back then thrust forward again. Little by little, the desire consumed him, and he pounded into Tony, over and over, taking the younger man with all the power of years of denial.

There was nothing but this room, the two of them, their joined bodies, and the overwhelming feeling of finally having what you've always wanted. His heart drummed against his chest frantically trying to pump blood through his body. The blood in his veins burned, fueled by the flames of his desire. His body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, its desperate attempt to somehow regulate the madness within. It was too late, Gibbs had already embraced the madness. He would accept whatever sacrifice the madness demanded as long as it meant he could continue to take Tony. Whimpers and moans drifted up to his ears and he realized Tony was pushing back against each of his forward thrust. Their bodies lost in a perfect rhythm.

Gibbs' body screamed begging him to give in to the release, but his mind refused. The thought that this may be the one and only time he had Tony gave him the strength to deny his body's demand. At least for a little longer. His maddening pace continued, but the long deep thrusts now became short quick jabs, his mind quickly losing the fight. Again his lips pressed against Tony's neck, nipping and biting down on the flesh, leaving marks and unremorseful for his actions. If he could he would mark every inch of Tony's body, he would. A reminder, if only for a moment that Tony had been his. The thought suddenly disturbed him, a moment, was that all this was? The agonizing thought caused his mind to lose the battle with his body. Burying himself in Tony, he roared as the release tore through him and he came.