Chapter 9
McGee stepped out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in each hand. He watched Gibbs pacing back and forth, his eyes glued to the top of the stairs. Ducky had been with Tony for close to an hour now, but had heard nothing yet. McGee was surprised when Ducky had actually kicked Gibbs out of the room so he could work on Tony. Now Gibbs was looking like a caged animal, unable to stay still for more than a minute at a time.
McGee handed Gibbs one of the cups and smiled when he heard him mumble his thanks. McGee opened his mouth to ask how much longer he thought it might be when Ducky began to descend the stairs.
"How is he, Duck?" Gibbs asked before Ducky even hit the last stair.
"He will be fine, Jethro." Ducky patted Gibbs' shoulder in reassurance. "His core temperature is back up and he is sleeping rather soundly. I put a couple of butterfly strips on that deep gouge on his hip and gave him a tetanus shot, since we don't seem to have any record of when his last booster was."
Ducky took the cup of tea McGee had poured for him with a grateful nod, and went into the living room and sat on the couch. "His arm will be sore for the next day or so, as will his hands. I cleansed them and wrapped them in bandages. I also gave him a shot of antibiotics and a mild sedative so he could sleep through the night." Ducky saw the question on Gibbs' face and smiled before he answered. "Yes, Jethro, he knew about the sedative before I gave it to him."
"Can I see him?" Gibbs returned the smile, but it was still laced with worry.
"Yes, but he will be asleep," Ducky began, but Gibbs was already halfway up the stairs. "Jethro, I am not finished yet."
"What, Ducky?" Gibbs asked as he came back down the stairs.
"Tony needs to rest," Ducky continued. "I would like him to spend the day in bed tomorrow. He will likely sleep most the day anyway. I have already spoken to Director Morrow and told him you will not be back to work today and you will need tomorrow off as well. He has agreed."
"Thanks, Duck." Gibbs looked over at McGee who was standing in the doorway of the kitchen sipping on a cup of coffee. "McGee, go on back to the yard with Ducky. I'll bring the sedan back on Monday."
"Sure thing, Boss," McGee said while placing his empty cup on the counter. "You ready, Ducky?"
"Quite, Timothy," Ducky said although his eyes never left Gibbs. "I'll meet you out at my Morgan in just a moment."
McGee headed for the door but stopped and looked back at Gibbs. "Hey, Boss?"
"What is it, McGee?" Gibbs asked.
"Call me, please, if you or Tony need anything. Okay?" McGee gave Gibbs a small, sincere smile. "I-I want to help."
"Okay, thanks, Tim." Gibbs felt his heart swell with pride as he watched his agent walk out the door.
Ducky waited until McGee shut the door behind him before speaking to Gibbs again. "Was Anthony's father behind this, Jethro?"
"I'm sure he was, just can't prove it," Gibbs said.
"Perhaps it is time to bring your team in to help?" Ducky pushed.
"Yeah, maybe," Gibbs hesitated. "Abby knows. She made an unexpected visit a while back and it scared the hell out of Tony. I've had her digging into the bastards past for the last week, but it's slow going."
"Well, I'll leave the decision up to you, but I wouldn't wait too long." Ducky headed for the front door, stopping after he opened it. "I'll stop by after work tomorrow night to check on Anthony. Make sure he rests."
"I will, thanks Duck." Gibbs headed up the stairs as soon as the front door shut. He walked into the master bedroom and stood by the bed watching Tony sleep. He looked so young and innocent lying there and Gibbs' gut twisted at the thought of losing him. Standing there, he made Tony and himself a silent vow that he would kill anyone who laid a hand on his slave. No, not his slave, but the man who had come to mean more to him than life itself, his lover.
***NCIS***
Gibbs poured himself another cup of coffee and took a long draw, savoring the bitter flavor. It had been a long hard day and this cup of coffee helped him to decompress, even if just for a short time.
Tony had slept through most of the night, thanks to Ducky's sedative, but come morning everything changed. Gibbs was jolted awake by Tony crying out, calling for him to come help him. Tony's nightmares played over and over again, dreaming about the door being kicked in while he was hanging onto the chimney. Every time Tony had a nightmare, Gibbs would wrap his arms around him and hold him close. He rocked Tony both back and forth until he had calmed down enough to slip back to sleep, only to have him wake a couple of hours later, screaming again.
Tony was exhausted despite the sleep he had managed to get earlier in the night. Now Gibbs needed some coffee before returning to Tony's side. Gibbs was hoping he would sleep until Ducky arrived and then he could discuss where to go from here.
Gibbs heard the key in the lock and the front door opened. He knew it was Ducky, but his hand automatically went for his gun. He only relaxed when he heard Ducky's voice.
"Jethro, are you down here?"
"In the kitchen, Duck," Gibbs called out while he filled the kettle with water and placed it on the stove. "Tea will be ready in a minute."
"Why, thank you," Ducky said as he sat at the table. "A nice cup of tea will be greatly appreciated. Is Anthony upstairs?"
"Yeah," Gibbs sighed heavily. "Hopefully still asleep."
"Asleep?" Ducky asked, his nose wrinkling as he watched Gibbs dunk the tea bag in the hot water. He never had cared for tea in a bag. "Is he all right? That sedative I gave him should have worn off hours ago."
"Oh, it did." Gibbs set the cup in front of Ducky before taking the seat across from him. "He woke up about four this morning with one hell of a nightmare. He's been waking up with them every two, two and a half hours. I finally got him settled again about an hour ago. I'm hoping he'll sleep for a while."
Suddenly a voice raised in fear came from upstairs, as if speaking of it made it come true. "Gibbs, Gibbs, where are you?"
Gibbs took off running, taking the stairs two at a time, with Ducky following as fast as possible. He reached the door just as Tony cried out again.
"God, Gibbs, are you still here?"
"I'm right here, Tony." Gibbs sat on the side of the bed and wrapped his arms around Tony, and pulled him close. "I'm not going anywhere, babe, I promise."
"They were coming through the door," Tony mumbled into Gibbs' chest. "I was trapped. There was nowhere to go. I-I…"
"Sshh, it's all right," Gibbs quietly spoke, trying to calm Tony. "They're long gone and they won't be back."
"Maybe not them, but someone else will come," Tony cried out as he pushed away from Gibbs, hissing from the pain in his hands. "You know he won't stop. He'll send someone else."
Gibbs pulled Tony back to his chest and kissed the top of his head. "And we'll be ready for them. He'll have to kill me to get his hands on you."
"That's just it, Gibbs." Tony failed to bite back a sob as he tried to cling to Gibbs' shirt, but the bandages interfered. "He wouldn't hesitate to take you out, if it means getting what he wants and I-I can't lose you. God, I would rather die than…"
Gibbs put his finger under Tony's chin and raised his head up to look in his eyes. "Do you trust me?" Gibbs waited for Tony to nod before he continued. "I swear to you on the memory of my daughter that that will never happen." Gibbs placed a gentle and loving kiss on Tony's lips. He was pleased when Tony not only returned, but deepened the kiss, breaking it off only after hearing Ducky clear his throat.
"Sorry, Duck," Gibbs smiled and looked over at the ME standing in the doorway.
"Why don't you let me take a quick look at Anthony while you go heat him some dinner," Ducky said as he moved closer to the bed.
Tony stiffened at the thought of letting Gibbs go until he felt him squeeze his shoulder in support. "I'm not hungry, Ducky," Tony said quietly as he released his hold on Gibbs and lay back down. "I really don't want anything."
"You need something, my boy," Ducky replied as he opened his medical bag. "You can't go without eating."
"He's right Tony," Gibbs agreed. "I'll just heat you some soup, okay." Gibbs kissed Tony's forehead before leaving the room so Ducky could complete his exam.
***NCIS***
Gibbs had just finished placing the chicken soup on the table when he heard Ducky and Tony coming down the stairs. When Gibbs came back out of the kitchen, the two men were already seated. He placed a cup of hot chocolate next to the cup of soup in front of Tony, who gave him a shy smile in return. Once everyone had what they needed, Gibbs took his seat.
Tony took small sips of his soup, never looking up. He was extremely grateful to Gibbs for putting his soup in a cup so it was easier for him to eat with the bandages on his hands. He could feel Ducky and Gibbs watching him, but he just couldn't force himself to eat. Just the thought made him nauseous. After a few minutes Tony finally sat the cup down with a sigh.
"You need to eat, Tony," Gibbs said as he reached for Tony's forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"I-I just can't. I just know if I try it won't stay down." Tony turned sad eyes towards Gibbs. "Can I go outside for a while?"
"It's dark outside, Tony," Gibbs said.
"I know, I just really need some air," Tony tried to explain. "Can I just go out and lie on the grass? I want to look at the stars."
"Is that wise?" Ducky asked. "After what happened yesterday, would it not be prudent to remain in the house?"
Gibbs watched as Tony reacted to Ducky's words, and his shoulders seemed to drop in defeat. "He'll be all right, Duck. I have a six-foot security fence and a floodlight out back. I can keep an eye on him from the kitchen window."
Tony seemed to brighten at Gibbs' words and rose from the table. "Thanks." Tony headed for the back door but stopped when Gibbs called him back.
"Tony, take this with you," Gibbs said and handed Tony an oversized sleeping bag in kept in the hall closet. "The grass may be damp, just lay it out flat. I don't need you getting chilled."
Tony nodded and took the sleeping bag from Gibbs before heading for the back door. He hesitated a moment before going out on the patio. "You could join me. If you want to, I mean." Tony stepped outside and closed the door before Gibbs could answer.
Gibbs watched from the window as Tony stopped by the patio table to pick up a couple of citronella candles before settling in the middle of the plush yard. Gibbs had always been proud of his lawn, keeping it well groomed and fertilized so it stayed full and green. Now he was glad he had gone to all that trouble, so Tony would have a comfortable place to lie upon.
"Jethro, he is going to be fine," Ducky tried to reassure him. "He just needs some TLC."
Gibbs just hummed his reply and kept his eyes on Tony. He watched as Tony unrolled and unzipped the sleeping bag and spread it out on the lawn, surprised he wasn't struggling more because of his bandaged hands. He lit the candles and placed them at the head, on either side. Tony then stretched and looked up at the sky. Gibbs was about to turn to make a comment to Ducky when he saw Tony suddenly remove his t-shirt. He figured it was pretty muggy out, what with the humidity after yesterday's rain, and Tony's shirt must have been sticking to him. Gibbs' breath suddenly caught in his throat when Tony pulled his sweatpants down and off, leaving him in only a skimpy pair of black underwear.
Ducky heard Gibbs' sudden intake of breath and stepped closer to the window to look over his shoulder. He had to bite back a laugh when he saw Tony standing there wearing only a pair of underwear that barely covered his ass. He looked at Gibbs out of the corner of his eye and saw him biting his lip and he had to smile.
"Why don't you go join your boy, Jethro?" Ducky said as he patted Gibbs on the back.
"He's fine, Duck," Gibbs said. "He doesn't need me."
"That, my dear boy, is where you are wrong," Ducky scolded. "He needs you more now than he ever has, and I think you need him just as much, if not more." Ducky saw Gibbs glance his way and the look told Ducky he was right. "I'm right am I not? You need to feel him close to you, to know he is safe. You need to be with him."
Gibbs looked over at Ducky and opened his mouth to protest, but knew Ducky was right. He did need Tony, now more than ever. He needed to feel him, skin to skin; he needed to make love to him under the stars. Gibbs smiled at Ducky before heading for the back yard. He opened the door but then stopped and turned back to Ducky. "Hey, Duck, do me a favor?"
"Of course, Jethro. What do you need me to do?" Ducky asked.
"Call the team and asked them to be here by noon, you and Palmer too," Gibbs said as he looked back out at Tony. "Do you think you could bring some of that potato salad you're famous for?"
"By all means," Ducky smiled, but then grew serious. "Are you sure he is ready to meet the team?"
"He's already met Abby," Gibbs said to Ducky. "They hit it right off."
"All right, I'll call them," Ducky agreed. When Gibbs headed out the door he thought of something. "Jethro, wait," Ducky called, stopping Gibbs. He went to his medical bag and pulled a tube out before walking back and placing it in Gibbs' palm. He wrapped his fingers around the tube and then pushed him out the door with a smile. "Go to your boy."
Gibbs stepped out on the patio and when the door closed behind him he opened his fist and saw a tube of K-Y Jelly, and he had to laugh. He laid the tube on the table while he quickly removed his clothing, wondering what his neighbors would think if they happen to look over the fence. He picked up the tube and started walking towards Tony, his cock was already half hard. Just as he reached the edge of the sleeping bag, the security light went out and he looked towards the house and saw Ducky standing in the window. Gibbs smiled when Ducky saluted him and then walked away.
Looking back down at his lover, Gibbs cut off a gasp at what he saw. Tony was splayed out in front of him, his eyes fixed on the stars above him, his bandaged hands stretched out over his head, but the thing that got Gibbs' heart racing was the black underwear he was wearing. He hadn't realized it before but the underwear was black leather, with a zipper that ran down the very front, right up and over his penis.
Tony looked up and saw Gibbs staring down at his crotch and he smiled. "This was my clubbing underwear."
"Clubbing underwear?" Gibbs choked out.
"Yeah, you know," Tony teased. "Easy access."
Gibbs placed the K-Y within easy reach and leaned over Tony so he could look him in the eyes. "Well, I'm the only one who is going to need easy access from here on out," Gibbs said as he leered at Tony with lust-filled eyes. "So you won't be wearing these for anyone but me, understand?"
"Understand, Master," Tony teased back.
Gibbs took Tony's mouth in a ravaging kiss, his tongue demanding and receiving entrance. His hand found its way down to the zipper and slowly lowered it until he could reach inside and pull out Tony's already hard cock and stroke it.
Gibbs released Tony's mouth and immediately latched onto his neck, kissing and nipping. His mouth traveled down Tony's chest until he reached his nipples. He sucked one into his mouth, expertly using his tongue and teeth to tease it into a hard, pert pebble. He turned his attention to the other nipple, giving it the same intense attention, until Tony was shivering with need.
Gibbs removed his hand from Tony's cock and smiled when Tony moaned at the loss. He pulled Tony's underwear off and tossed then away and then took the lid off the K-Y jelly and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. He moved until he was lying between Tony's spread legs and began rubbing his slick finger across Tony's puckered opening while licking up the underside of Tony's cock.
Tony cried in pleasure when he felt Gibbs' finger breech his opening. His body just hummed with sensation as Gibbs' finger worked in and out of him while at the same time Gibbs licked and nipped at his sensitive cock like it was a lollipop. Tony swore he was coming unhinged when he felt first one finger, quickly followed by two, enter him. The fingers were gentle as they slowly stretched his entrance and when Gibbs' fingers began to thrust in and out Tony couldn't help but push back against them. Tony knew he was through when not only was a third finger added, but his cock was swallowed into Gibbs' hot, wet mouth. Tony couldn't stop himself from shouting out his pleasure.
Tony could no longer stay still as Gibbs' mouth worked up and down his dick, while his fingers worked in and out of his ass. God help him, it felt so good, but he needed more. He tried furiously to grip Gibbs' hair but the bandages made it nearly impossible. Growing more and more frustrated, Tony began to bite at the bandages, desperate to get his hands free so he could touch Gibbs. He cried out when Gibbs removed his fingers and mouth, intensely feeling the loss. He was shocked when Gibbs grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms above his head, staring down into his eyes.
"No," Gibbs firmly stated. "Don't take those off."
"But I want to touch you, please, Master," Tony replied, breathing heavily.
"No, you keep those hands there," Gibbs ordered, not wanting Tony to injure himself more. "You just lie there and let me take care of you." Gibbs reached back and grasped Tony under one knee. He drew Tony's leg up until his foot was against his ass, following quickly with his other leg, and then spread Tony's knees open.
Gibbs covered his cock with more K-Y and lined the head up with Tony's tight entrance. He leaned over, his hands on either side of Tony, and blue eyes locked on green. Gibbs brushed his lips against Tony's and then softly kissed him, putting all the love he felt into the kiss.
Tony moaned, his mouth opening, automatically inviting Gibbs' tongue inside. He loved the way Gibbs kissed, but this time, this time was nothing like the others. His previous kisses were filled with passion, with need and desire. This was gentle, tender, filled with a feeling of care and safety, and he couldn't help but wonder why?
Gibbs' tongue explored every inch of his mouth and Tony's body shivered as he was filled with desire. He wanted more, needed more. He needed to show his Master he belonged to him. "Fuck me Master, please," Tony whispered against Gibbs' lips. "Claim me and make me yours once again."
"No," Gibbs said sternly, pulling back to look in Tony's eyes.
"You don't want to claim me?"
"No."
Tony's stomach flipped at hearing Gibbs' refusal. It had finally happened. Gibbs has grown tired of dealing with him and all his baggage and didn't even want to fuck him. What was left, except to get rid of him?
Gibbs' heart clenched at the look of devastation that filled Tony's eyes and he knew exactly what he was thinking. "Tony, you don't have to be reclaimed every time something happens. There's no reason for you to have to go through that kind of pain, ever again." Gibbs rubbed his thumb over Tony's kiss-swollen lips. "You belong to me, babe, now and forever, and absolutely nothing will ever change that."
Gibbs could see that Tony still wasn't sure of his situation and he needed to change that. He needed to make Tony understand. "I don't want to fuck you, Tony, to claim you like a Master taking his slave. I want tonight to be special." Gibbs placed another soft kiss on Tony's lips and smiled when Tony looked surprised at the move. "I want to make slow, passionate love to you." Gibbs pushed his hips forward until his cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle of Tony's asshole. "Tonight, I want to be your lover, not your Master."
Tony cried out and arched his back as he was breeched. The weight of Gibbs' body lying on top of him was the only thing keeping him grounded. The feel of Gibbs sliding deeper inside him, one agonizing inch at a time, sent his mind soaring, his cock growing rock hard.
Once Gibbs was seated completely inside him, his balls resting against Tony's ass, he stopped to give Tony the chance to adjust. When Tony thrust his hips up against Gibbs, he knew Tony was ready.
Gibbs pulled back until just the head of his cock was inside Tony and then slowly thrust back inside. He set up an easy, steady pace, staying slow and gentle as his lips covered Tony's kissing away each and every moan.
Tony tried to thrust his hips up in order to try and force Gibbs to speed up, but the weight of Gibbs' body prevented him from moving more than an inch. He shivered from the added friction his achingly hard cock was receiving being trapped between them. With each and every slow thrust, his cock was stroked over and over. Tony felt that familiar tingle and knew he was close. He was going to cum, God, he needed to cum.
"Please, Master, I need…" Tony begged, not caring at this point how it sounded.
"No, not Master. Not here, not now," Gibbs whispered. "I want to hear you call my name."
"G-Gibbs…" Tony began.
"No, my name, Tony." Gibbs kissed down Tony's neck to the edge of his shoulder. "I want to hear you scream my name when you cum."
"Jeth-Jethro, please," Tony cried out. "Take me harder, harder and faster. I need…"
"No, Tony." Gibbs knew his refusal to speed up was driving Tony to the edge and it was time to push him over. "Tonight isn't about sex or claiming. It is about how much I care for you, how much I need you, how much I-I love you."
"I-I know you think you do, but you-you just can't love me," Tony whispered back. "I'm nothing, nothing but a lowly slave."
"No, Tony," Gibbs reassured. "You are my life, everything I want or need."
He couldn't believe what he had just heard. How could Gibbs feel that way about him? He was nothing but trouble and had been since the day he had been brought to the cabin drugged and unconscious. Didn't Gibbs realize he would be much better off without him?
Tony's breathing was speeding up as he drew closer and closer to the edge. The wonderful feeling of Gibbs sliding, lovingly, in and out of him when his body brushed back and forth against Tony's hard cock filled him with such pleasure, heart, body and soul. He knew he couldn't last any longer. He was just going to die if he didn't cum soon.
Gibbs could sense Tony was on the verge of cumming. He felt the shiver beneath him and Tony's constant moans against his lips. His thrust grew a bit faster, a bit harder, as his hand wrapped around Tony's cock, a cry of pleasure from Tony ringing in his ears.
"Cum for me, Tony," Gibbs whispered against Tony's neck. "Cum for me now!"
Tony's world exploded when Gibbs suddenly bit down on his neck and sent his orgasm ripping through his body. His back arched completely off the ground as he cried out, "Jethro!"
Gibbs felt the warmth of Tony's semen as it sprayed across his hand and both their stomachs, the coppery taste of blood on his tongue as he licked the bite on Tony's neck. He thrust one hard thrust and then stilled as his own orgasm crashed through him and he filled Tony's passage with his seed. His body trembled as his cock pulsed inside Tony. Gibbs breathed heavily, his arms trembling as he slowly recovered from his amazing orgasm. He dropped to the sleeping bag beside Tony, his now flaccid cock slipping out of Tony as he rolled them on their sides. He pulled Tony close, both men fighting to slow their breathing.
Gibbs gently kissed Tony and pulled his head down onto his shoulder. "I love you, Tony, so damn much."
Author's Chapter Notes:
Gibbs shows Tony how he feels