Fic: Two Masters - 5/22

[xanthefic]

Two Masters
By Xanthe
Part Five

Tony sighed and rolled onto his side. He was warm, and he could smell coffee somewhere. His body ached, but it was a sweet ache. He was vaguely aware that he wasn't lying in his bed, but he was too sleepy to figure out where he was. He just knew that he was happy, and that he hadn't felt this way in a very long time. Something good had happened. He didn't know what it was, but that knot in his stomach that had been tightening for months had suddenly loosened. Everything was going to be okay.

At that moment the blanket was ripped away from his body, exposing him to a blast of cold air.

"Hey!" He opened his eyes, confused, and found himself looking at his boss. He blinked.

"Rise and shine, Tony," Gibbs told him, throwing the blanket onto the bed, making it clear, in no uncertain terms, that he wasn't getting it back. "I let you sleep in, but it’s late, and we have a lot to talk about."

Tony was suddenly aware that he was dressed only in his boxers. Gibbs grinned at him wolfishly, and his gaze wandered up and down Tony's body with a look that was frankly assessing. Tony had never seen that particular expression on Gibbs's face before.

"Go take a shower. Then put these on." Gibbs gestured to a pair of grey sweatpants and a tee shirt that were lying on the bed. “No way you're wearing that ridiculous outfit from last night."

"Last night?" The events of the previous night slammed back into his mind so fast that he reeled. He had a hazy memory of holding onto two leather straps, while someone stroked him to ecstasy with a whip. Then he re-lived the shock of finding out that the maestro with the whip had been Gibbs. Finally, he recalled – in vivid detail - being hauled away afterwards and kissed. Ferociously. "Uh…I think I might have been drunk," he said.

"You weren't," Gibbs chuckled. "No way Walter would let you touch a drop of liquor before a whipping. Now get dressed and get your ass downstairs. You've got ten minutes."

He left the room, and Tony slowly got to his feet. His back ached, convincing him that the events of the previous evening definitely hadn't been a dream. He went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His back was still red, and he could see a few marks on it – nothing serious. He actually liked the way that felt – it was the grazing around his waist that was more uncomfortable.

He got into the shower, wondering what was going to happen next. Gibbs didn't look like he was going to give him an out, and, to be honest, he knew that he didn't really want one. This was – finally – going to happen, after all these years of them both flirting with it. Now they were done dipping their toes in the water and had thrown themselves headlong into the deep end.

He slicked back his hair, got dressed in the clothes Gibbs had left for him, and then walked slowly down the stairs.

"That was fourteen minutes," Gibbs said when he arrived in the kitchen. His boss – dom? - was busy frying sausages, bacon and eggs in a pan.

"Uh, was it?" Tony asked with a shrug.

"Yup. I said ten, and when I say ten, I mean ten." Gibbs glanced at him. "Put down four on the chalkboard."

He gestured with his head towards a board hanging from the wall. Tony did as he was told, chalking a '4' on the board, mystified.

"Four what?" Tony asked, ambling back to sit at the kitchen table.

"Four swats, Tony. What the hell did you think it was?" Gibbs said, serving out the food onto plates. He brought them over to the table and shoved one in front of Tony.

Tony looked up at him, frowning. "Uh…four swats?"

Gibbs sat down at the table and began eating. "You can use the chalkboard to start with, but you’ll have to learn to keep a running tally in your head. I'll ask you the total every evening – get it wrong, and I'll add your tally to my tally, and you can take both."

Tony sat there, paralysed, his plate of food untouched in front of him.

Gibbs glanced up. "What?"

"You're talking about…uh…spanking me?"

Gibbs rolled his eyes. "What the hell did you think I was talking about?"

"I dunno…headslaps maybe?"

Gibbs laughed out loud around his mouthful of food. "You'd have one hell of a headache if we did it that way. No – these are swats on your ass, Tony, delivered by my hand, my paddle, my strap, or even my cane. You'll keep a tally throughout the day, and every evening I'll deliver however many you've earned. That's over and above any swats I give you just for fun, or to help you learn faster." He grinned pleasantly across the table and then frowned and gestured with his head towards Tony's plate. "What's wrong with the food?"

"Nothing…just…suddenly not hungry any more," Tony muttered.

"Why did you steal Commander Yates's ID card, Tony?" Gibbs asked him unexpectedly. "Why did you go to that club? What were you looking for?"

"I don't know." Tony shrugged. "I was being an idiot. You know me – that's what I do." He gave Gibbs his shiniest smile, but Gibbs didn't smile back.

"Bullshit," he growled. "Go add another one to the board." He gestured with his head.

"What? That's not fair! I don't know what the rules are!" Tony protested.

"Well, you should know, from working with me these past eight years, that not lying to me is one of 'em," Gibbs retorted. "Every lie you tell me, I’ll make you chalk one up over there. In fact, bring the damn thing over to the table – it'll save you getting up each time."

Tony glared at him. Gibbs glared back. Tony sat there, mutinously. Gibbs raised an eyebrow.

"That's another one."

"For what?"

"Disobedience," Gibbs shrugged. "Last night, you went looking for a dom – and you found one. This morning, you'll find that changes everything, Tony. And I mean, *everything*. Now, if you want to walk out, go right ahead. If you plan on staying, then go get the board and chalk up another two on it."

Tony looked straight into Gibbs's eyes to find them completely uncompromising.

"So – what? It's your way or the highway?" Tony snapped.

Gibbs shook his head. "No. That's why I want to talk to you, and that's why it's important you don't lie to me. That's also three by the way."

"Oh for God's sake – what's the third one for?"

"Keeping me waiting." Gibbs loaded up some bacon and egg on his fork and stuck it in his mouth. Tony sat there, weighing it up. Gibbs glanced at his watch.

"Oh, okay, okay. I'm going – alright?" Tony got to his feet and stomped over to the chalkboard with bad grace. He snagged it off the wall and brought it back, threw it down on the table with a resounding crash, and then rubbed out the previous '4' and wrote in a '7' instead.

"Eight," Gibbs told him. Tony raised a distinctly unimpressed eyebrow. "Attitude," Gibbs clarified. "Were you planning on sitting down at the office tomorrow, Tony? Because you've only been awake half an hour, and you've already earned yourself eight swats. This goes on, and you'll be in triple figures by the end of the day – easy. And trust me, you don't have much experience of this yet, but you're soon gonna learn that my punishment spankings are exactly that – I won't be holding back any."

"I think I've changed my mind about this whole thing," Tony muttered.

"Door's over there." Gibbs nodded his head in the general direction of the front door.

Tony sat there, staring at him. Gibbs finished his breakfast, grinning at him the entire time as he ate. Then he got up, took his plate over to the sink, and threw it in with a clatter. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and drank it straight down, then put the empty glass in the sink.

Finally, he returned to the table, took hold of Tony's face in his hands, and, completely without warning, he kissed him gently on the lips. He tasted of orange juice, and Tony wanted to push him away but his body had other ideas. Instead, he found himself surrendering and allowing Gibbs to push his tongue into his mouth, claiming him as expertly as he had the previous night but in a much less brutal way. Gibbs seemed to know just how long to kiss him to take his breath away, make his knees go weak – and cause his cock to harden. Then he released Tony and looked down on him.

"Did that help you decide?"

"You know it did. Bastard," Tony muttered.

Gibbs grinned and gestured with his head at the chalkboard. "Nine. I don't like being called names by my sub."

Tony sighed. He rubbed out the tally and entered the new one.

"Eat, Tony," Gibbs ordered, gesturing at the plate of rapidly cooling food in front of him. Tony finally took a bite – it tasted damn good, and he realised he was starving so he loaded up his fork with more.

Gibbs sat back in his chair and sipped on his cup of coffee, watching him. "I'm not a complicated dom," Gibbs told him as he ate. "Rules are simple – you've encountered most of 'em already this morning. Let me tell you what I want, Tony, and then you can tell me what you want, and we'll see if this is going to work between us."

Tony nodded, shovelling the food into his mouth.

"If you're mine, you're mine. I'll set the rules, and I'll expect you to obey them. That doesn't mean you don't have a say in any of this. You can ask me to explain anything, and you can tell me if there's anything you don't like. I don't promise to do it any different, but I will bear in mind that you don't like it. I don't play at this though, so if you just want to dick around, or if you think I'll be like one of your girlfriends and you can use me for a couple of months before moving on, then think again."

Tony swallowed down hard. "I wasn't…" he began. Gibbs put up his hand.

"You eat. I'll talk. Then you can have your say."

Tony nodded again.

"I haven't taken a sub in eight years," Gibbs told him. Tony looked up, startled. "I never thought I would again, but you forced my hand."

"You don't want me?" Tony asked, feeling his stomach flip.

“No – precisely the opposite,” Gibbs told him firmly. He leaned forward, gazing at Tony intently. “Tony – you’ve been my sub for eight years – you know it, and I know it. We’ve just never taken it to the next level.”

Tony finished his food and took a sip of his coffee. “Wasn’t sure you knew.”

“That you were playing me? Of course I damn well knew! And I played you back. Hell, I enjoyed the game as much as you did. I liked watching you tease, liked the way you provoked me, and I sure as hell liked slapping your head regularly to keep you in line. We’ve been playing each other for a long time - so long that I'm kind of surprised you finally called me out.”

“You forced my hand too!” Tony said heatedly.

Gibbs raised an eyebrow. Tony took a deep breath and continued in a calmer tone of voice.

“You stopped playing, Gibbs. It was our little game – I needed it, hell, I relied on it. Some days it was my only reason for getting up in the morning. Then you left me on that fucking boat, and when you did finally bring me home, you stopped playing. Felt like you didn’t want me around any more. Felt like I didn’t amuse you any more – that you didn’t even *like* me any more. You stopped slapping me – and that was the worst. I needed that physical contact – it was all I ever got from you, and I craved it. When you stopped slapping me - that’s what sent me over the edge. You left me *hanging*, Gibbs. I had to do something to get your attention. If that meant stealing a dead guy’s ID and going to the kind of club I thought could give me what I needed, then I had to do it. You weren’t giving me what I needed any more.”

Gibbs nodded. “You’re right. I stopped playing. Not for the reasons you think though.”

Now it was Tony’s turn to raise an eyebrow.

“It wasn’t my decision to send you away.” Gibbs shrugged.

“But you did fuck all to get me home again…” Tony began angrily. Gibbs raised his hand, glaring at him.

“Let me finish. You got sent away – I didn’t like that, but there wasn’t a whole lot I could do about it at first – not until I figured out what the hell Leon was playing at. Then I had a job to do, and I did it as fast as I could, so I could figure out a way to get you back."

"You're saying you missed me?" Tony asked incredulously.

Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Yes, Tony – I'm saying I missed you. You talk about a reason for getting up in the morning – it sure as hell wasn’t easy for me to find one when I was staring across the room at Langer every day and not you.”

“Then why…?” Tony began. Gibbs quelled him with a glare.

“Missing you hurt - bad. Either I left you at sea, or I brought you home. But if you came home, then things had to change – we couldn’t keep playing this game. It was just hurting us both. I thought about it, but in the end I wanted you back too badly. So I brought you home – and kept you at arm’s length. I lost a sub before, Tony – he went off to be an agent afloat too, just like you – only that was his choice. And it was the right damn choice too because I couldn’t give him what he needed.”

“Stan?” Tony felt something inside him snap. “Stan Burley was your sub? Christ, Gibbs – I knew it! I knew you had some damn thing going on with him.” He slammed his hand down on the chalkboard and sent it clattering onto the floor. “That time we went to help him out on that drug case, the two of you looked like all you wanted to do was get a room together. Stan looked like he belonged on his knees, sucking your dick, and the minute you laid eyes on him again you froze me out. Even Kate damn well noticed it. Now I understand why. Stan was the fucking golden boy, and I don’t measure up. I’ve never measured up, have I, Gibbs? Stan was the perfect investigator, the perfect sub, and me – I’m just the guy you play games with at the office – never the guy you fuck.”

“You done?” Gibbs raised an eyebrow.

“No, I’m not fucking done!” Tony roared. “I’m angry, Gibbs. And I don’t care if that means I have to write another fifty on the damn chalkboard. You think I couldn’t be the kind of sub Stan was? You think I could never be as good at my job? You think I couldn’t be as good in bed? You think I could never be to you what he was? Well, you’ve never damn well given me a chance.”

Gibbs sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. “Oh, I know you're nothing like Stan, Tony."

Tony flinched. “Well, I guess that says it all,” he said stiffly, getting up. “I’ll take you up on your offer to leave now, Boss.”

“Never asked Stan to stay, Tony,” Gibbs said quietly. “Never wanted to keep him. Didn't feel that way about him. And he knew it. That’s why he left, in the end.”

Tony hesitated on his way to the kitchen door. Then he turned back, looking at Gibbs questioningly. “And me?” he asked tentatively.

“Want to keep you, Tony. Always have. Now sit.” He nodded his head in the direction of the chair.

Tony went back, slowly, and sat down again. “All these years you couldn’t so much as say you liked me, or that I’d done a good job, and now it turns out that you felt that way about me all this time?” he said numbly.

“Yup.” Gibbs shrugged. “Didn’t say I was happy about it. I fucked up with Stan – rule number twelve exists for a reason. Thought it’d be simpler if I kept you at arm’s length. Had no idea it’d just make it more intense for both of us. You know how the saying goes – ‘treat ‘em mean and keep ‘em keen’. You sure as hell seem to get off on being slapped down, Tony.”

Tony flushed. “Yeah. Well. When it’s you doing the slapping, Boss…” He shot Gibbs a hint of one of his usual bright grins. Gibbs rolled his eyes.

“I enjoyed the little dance of dominance and submission you choreographed for us so expertly, Tony – but there’s a big difference between that and me taking you as my sub. And you always went to such great lengths to convince us all that you’re straight.”

“Didn’t see you parading around with any boyfriends,” Tony muttered.

“Didn’t have any,” Gibbs shrugged. “You were the only one I wanted, and I wasn’t going there so…” He made an empty gesture with his hands. “And what about you? Hell, you couldn’t shut up about all your female conquests – so I figured you just liked playing the sub with me at the office and liked doing something else entirely in your spare time.”

“I topped,” Tony said quietly. Gibbs gave him a surprised look. “I topped my ‘female conquests’ as you call them. Started off with a few light spankings – that’s how I got the 'Spanky' nickname.” He grinned. Gibbs gave a little chuckle. “Didn’t get serious until Jeanne came along – she knew what she wanted, and I was happy to go along with it…until I realised just how envious it was making me. I wanted what I was giving her – and I wanted it from you.” He leaned forward, his face deadly serious. “I denied it for awhile – you’re right, I wasn’t ready to admit what I wanted back then, not at first anyhow. Playing at it with you at the office, flirting with it, skirting around the edges? That was safe. Admitting that I wanted to kneel at your feet and be your fuck toy? Well, that's been harder, as I’m sure you can guess.”

“What changed your mind?” Gibbs asked.

“When Jeanne asked me to choose – and I chose you. I stayed at NCIS for the half-life I had with you, rather than going to her for the real deal. Then I found I wanted more – and then…then I screwed everything up. Jenny died, and I got sent away.” He looked down, morosely, at the empty plate in front of him.

“That wasn’t your fault, Tony,” Gibbs told him. “Jenny’s death wasn’t your fault. She gave you an order, and you obeyed it.”

Tony looked up. “You don’t believe that,” he said quietly. “You know that if she’d given YOU that order to stay away, then you’d have ignored it. I didn’t. I chose to take off and have a good time instead of protecting her, which was what I was being paid to do. I screwed up, Boss, and I deserve to be punished for it. I can take a punishment – I can take anything you want to hand out, however hard, however painful - what I can’t take is you ignoring me.”

“You want to be punished – is that it?” Gibbs asked, his blue eyes intense.

Tony looked down so that Gibbs wouldn’t see what was in his own eyes. “Yes.”

“No,” Gibbs said firmly. Tony looked up in surprise. “My sub – my rules. I decide what you get punished for, Tony.”

“Why? I deserve to be punished. I *should* be punished.”

“Like I said – my sub, my rules. Do you accept that I’m in charge of any punishments you get?”

Tony hesitated.

“Tony – you just wrote a number on that board – that was you accepting my authority on this subject. Are you saying that I'm only in charge when you agree with me?"

Tony chewed on his bottom lip.

“You can’t have it both ways, Tony. Either it’s my decision when and what to punish you for, and you accept that, or it isn’t, and you don’t. Which is it?”

Tony thought about it. “Your decision,” he said finally, sullenly.

“You bet your ass it is!” Gibbs retorted. “I know you’re a newbie, Tony, but have you read up about any of this? Hell, what am I talking about? You’re you – of course you’ve read up. You’ve done your research, haven’t you?”

“Months of nights spent on bondage websites,” Tony admitted with a grin.

“So you know all the theory but none of the practice,” Gibbs grunted. “Tell me what you want, Tony. What’s the attraction for you in being my sub? What do you want from it?”

Tony hesitated.

“None of your bullshit, either,” Gibbs ordered. “The truth, Tony – I’ll know if you’re lying, and we’ll just keep adding to that tally on the chalkboard ‘til I hear the truth.”

“Okay.” Tony wasn’t great at telling the truth about anything personal. He had a whole armoury of tricks at his disposal to help him avoid it, so this was hard. “I want what Fox has with Walter,” he admitted finally. “I want to belong, Gibbs. I want to belong to you. I’ll submit to anything you want to do to me. I don’t care if it hurts – I just want to be yours.”

Gibbs blinked, looking genuinely surprised, and Tony realised that his new dom hadn’t expected that.

“You wanted my honesty,” he said defensively.

“Yes, I did.” Gibbs exhaled a deep breath. “Thank you, Tony. Okay then – you and I are on the same page, because what I want is a sub who's prepared to go on the journey with me. I’ll take you there, Tony, and I promise you it’ll be sweet – but you have to trust me, and you have to be honest with me – and with yourself. That was a damn good start.”

Tony flushed at the praise.

“I can’t tolerate a part-time arrangement,” Gibbs told him. “I tried that before, and it doesn't work for me. If that's a deal breaker for you, then I'll understand – a 24/7 arrangement isn't easy."

"24/7?" Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. I don't want a few sessions in a playroom or some seedy club bar twice a week. If you’re mine, then I need you to be mine, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year."

"How does that work?" Tony asked, intrigued. This sounded closer to what Fox and Walter had, minus the master and slave contracts that he'd seen in their Playroom, but then he doubted that Gibbs was a contract kind of guy.

"Well, I’ll expect you to be my sub at work as well as at home," Gibbs told him. "So, if I want a blowjob in the elevator, you’ll damn well get down on your knees and give me one.”

Tony’s cock lurched unexpectedly at that thought. Gibbs raised an eyebrow, a little grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Damn it, Gibbs. That’s hot,” Tony hissed.

Gibbs laughed out loud. “Good – I like that my boy gets turned on by the thought of serving me." His laughter faded, and he gazed at Tony intently. "Won't be easy, Tony," he warned. "I'll be a good dom to ya – but I'm pretty sure there will be times when you’ll hate my guts."

"Newsflash for you, Boss – there have been plenty of times I've hated your guts in the past eight years. But for some reason I keep coming back for more. You – and your guts – are kind of addictive."

Gibbs gave a wry grunt at that. "You understand what I'm saying though?" he asked, with a flick of his head. "I want a 24/7 sub. There are no vacations from that role. And I expect everything you've got – no holding back. I'll spank you, whip you, flog you, plug you, gag you, blindfold you, tie you, clamp you, and just about everything else you can imagine.” He leaned forward. “And I’ll fuck you,” he promised, in a low, dark purr of a voice. “If you accept my deal then your body becomes mine, and I'll demand your complete obedience."

Tony felt a little shiver of arousal. Gibbs was staring at him intently, waiting for his answer.

"Yes," Tony said quietly. Gibbs continued staring at him.

"You sure?" he asked. "You really sure, Tony?"

"I'm sure," Tony said firmly. "Like you said, we've been dancing around this for years. I want it for real, Gibbs. I want to know what it's like to do this, to go all the way. God knows I've fantasised about it often enough."

"24/7?" Gibbs asked.

Tony nodded, knowing he didn't want it any other way. "24/7," he agreed.

Gibbs gave a tight little grin. "Okay, then we should lay some ground rules.”

“I thought we already did.” Tony glanced at the chalkboard that was still lying on the floor. “Rule number one: Obey you. Rule number two: Don’t lie to you. Rule number three: Don’t keep you waiting. Rule number four: No attitude. Speaking of which…” He made a face and picked the chalkboard off the floor, then rubbed out the '9' and wrote in a '10'. “I figure you weren’t going to let that little temper tantrum just pass,” he said with a little grimace.

Gibbs’s eyes glowed approvingly. “Oh, I knew you’d be easy to train.”

“Well, you’ve been prepping me for the past eight years, so I figure I know how to please you,” Tony shrugged.

“In some ways,” Gibbs said, with a frankly lascivious grin. “Others you’ll have to learn, and I’m gonna take a hell of a lot of pleasure in the teaching. Okay – you need to pick a safe word.”

Tony glanced up, surprised. “I won’t need one, Boss. I trust you. Whatever you want to do to me is fine.”

“No, it isn’t,” Gibbs retorted. “You’re new at this, Tony. If you were an experienced sub, like Fox, then maybe that’d work, but you’re not – and you have no idea how you’ll react when things get intense.”

Tony gave a nonchalant shrug. “I’ll be fine. I don’t want an out, Gibbs. I want to know you’re in charge, and it’s out of my hands.”

“Oh, I’ll be in charge,” Gibbs assured him grimly. “But it’s been a while since I topped, and I’m out of practice.”

“Didn’t feel that way last night.” Tony rolled his shoulders experimentally and was delighted to feel the slight burn that accompanied the action.

“A safe word isn’t optional, Tony. I won’t lay a finger on you unless you have one, so choose one,” Gibbs said firmly.

Tony glared at him, but he knew there was no arguing with Gibbs.

“Something that’s easy to remember, and you’ll be able to speak clearly in a moment of duress,” Gibbs added.

Tony liked the idea of there being moments of duress. He grinned. “Magnum,” he said promptly. Gibbs rolled his eyes. “What?” Tony laughed. “It’s easy to remember and pretty damn clear!”

“Okay. Magnum it is.”

“When am I supposed to use it?” Tony asked. “I mean…take this…” He gestured towards the chalkboard. “Can I use my safe word if I don’t like taking this punishment?”

“Sure.” Gibbs nodded.

“Really?” Tony gazed at him through narrowed eyes.

“Yup – you use it if anything is too much for you and that includes punishments. I won’t learn your limits if you don’t give me some pointers. But…”

“I knew there’d be a but!”

“BUT…” Gibbs glared at him. “If you use it, then you’d better damn well be prepared to tell me why. I’ll still make you take the punishment, but maybe I’ll do it differently, or delay it until you can handle it.”

“Oookay,” Tony said, feeling a little surprised.

“What?”

“Didn’t expect you to be so negotiable, that’s all,” Tony shrugged. "You never are at work."

“I told you, this isn’t a one-way thing,” Gibbs said, frowning. “If we’re not both getting off on this then we’re doing somethin’ wrong. Doesn’t mean there won’t be times when it’s painful, or difficult, or neither of us is in the mood – but that’s just life. I’m the dom, Tony – I make up the rules, and I’m pretty damn demanding so there’s no chance this’ll feel like a walk in the park – but then, you don’t want that, do you?” He leaned forward, a quirky little smile on his lips.

“You know me too well,” Tony replied quietly.

“Yeah, I do. Now, enough talking – time to start.” He got up.

Tony looked up at him, alarmed. “Time to start what?”

“Your training, Tony.” Gibbs grinned. “Take off your shirt so I can look at your back.”

Tony guessed he’d have to get used to Gibbs ordering him to remove various items of clothing. He did as he was told, and Gibbs rubbed some more of that cool liquid into his shoulders. Then he turned Tony around and gently applied some of the other ointment to the grazed area around his waist, his jaw tightening as he did so.

“Really pisses you off that some other guy flogged me, doesn’t it?” Tony said, surprised by the look on Gibbs's face.

“I told you what I’m like,” Gibbs growled in reply. “Don’t ever let anyone touch you again. You missed that off your list of rules.”

“Rule number five then,” Tony said. “Nobody touches me but you.” Gibbs gave a terse nod and withdrew his hand from Tony’s ribs. Tony grabbed his wrist and squeezed - hard. “Rule number five applies both ways,” he added firmly. Gibbs quirked an eyebrow at him. “I’m kind of possessive too,” Tony said.

Gibbs grinned. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. Rule number five – nobody touches me but you, Tony. Got it.”

"Good." Tony released his wrist, and Gibbs glanced at his watch.

“We need to get moving. Any more questions?”

“Yes.” Tony nodded, feeling his stomach clench. “When are you going to fuck me?”

~*~

Gibbs gazed at his sub for a long moment. The challenge in Tony's eyes turned to a look of apprehension. Gibbs moved forwards, getting into Tony's space, and Tony took an involuntary step backwards.

Gibbs took another step forwards until Tony was pressed up against the fridge. He was still shirtless, and Gibbs could smell his scent and feel the warmth of his skin. It would be so easy to grab him, turn him around, pull his sweatpants down, shove him face first against the fridge, and take him, right here. His cock ached at the thought, but he knew this wasn't the way he wanted to take his sub for the first time.

Tony was staring at him with eyes that were half terrified, half aroused, and Gibbs could feel his sub's cock straining against his sweatpants so he guessed that aroused was winning out.

Gibbs leaned forward and spoke directly into Tony's ear, in a low, hungry tone. "You want that, Tony?"

He could hear Tony swallowing convulsively, and watched, fascinated, as a little vein in Tony's neck fluttered nervously. Gibbs put his fingers in Tony's hair and smoothed it.
"You want me to bend you over the table and fuck you here in the kitchen?" Gibbs whispered, in that same dark voice. Tony's eyes flashed. Gibbs gave him a feral grin and tightened his fingers into a fist in Tony's hair. "That what you want, Tony?" he asked softly. He ran one finger slowly down Tony's naked chest. "Hmm?" Gibbs hissed. "I can't hear you, Tony. Is that what you want, boy?"

"Yes," Tony mumbled, that vein in his neck fluttering wildly. "Yes – that's what I want."

Gibbs gave another feral grin and leaned forward as if he was going to speak into Tony's ear again. Instead, he bit down on the lobe gently, making Tony whimper. Then he released him.

"Well you're gonna have to wait. We have some shopping to do."

"What?" Tony stood there, looking completely dazed.

"Shopping. Put your shirt on – time to go out."

Gibbs grabbed his keys from the kitchen worktop and made for the door. Tony just stood there, like he'd been turned into stone.

"Tony!" Gibbs snapped.

Tony nodded. He pulled his tee shirt on, and then trotted on behind him as Gibbs strode towards the door. He was silent as he got into the car beside Gibbs, and remained silent throughout the journey. Gibbs glanced at him every so often, wondering what was going on in his head. When they finally reached their destination, Tony turned to him.

"You are gonna fuck me one day, right?"

Gibbs grinned. "Oh yeah. I'm definitely gonna fuck you one day, Tony." He patted Tony's cheek. "But I'll say when."

"Why keep me waiting?" Tony asked petulantly.

"You ever been fucked by a man before, Tony?" Gibbs asked. He already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from his sub.

"No…but…" Tony began. Gibbs shrugged.

"I'll fuck you – when I'm ready and not before. I have some work to do on you before then."

He got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. Tony scrambled after him as Gibbs strode across the parking lot.

"What kind of work?" Tony asked, an intrigued look on his face.

"You'll see," Gibbs grinned, reaching the store and opening the door.

Tony had been so wrapped up in their conversation that he hadn't noticed where they were headed, and he took a few steps inside and then came to a halt, his mouth opening wide. Gibbs put a hand on his shoulder and steered him towards the interior of the store.

The sales assistant looked up as Gibbs pushed Tony towards her. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked.

"Yeah." Gibbs glanced around at the various items on display. "I have a new sub and an empty toy box. Got a whole list of things to buy. First off – a collar. Plain leather – nothing fancy - with a D-ring on the front."

Tony's eyes were round as saucers as the assistant got out a rack of collars. Gibbs glared at the woman.

"Just because I said nothing fancy doesn't mean cheap," he snapped. "He's gonna be wearing it a lot so only the best quality leather. Go get me something good enough for my sub's neck."

The sales assistant gave him a look almost as wide-eyed as the one Tony was giving him.

"Yes, sir," she said quickly, rushing off to open up a display case. She came back with a beautiful black collar made from butter-soft leather and lined in soft, crimson velvet.

"That's more like it." Gibbs unbuckled it and placed it around Tony's throat. Tony gazed at him from freaked out eyes. Gibbs just grinned at him and buckled it loosely. "How does it feel?" he asked.

"Like I'm a dog? How the hell is it supposed to feel?" Tony hissed. "I have nothing to compare it to, Gibbs."

Gibbs removed the collar and buckled one of the cheap ones around Tony's neck instead. It had hard edges that dug into Tony's skin. Tony made a face.

"Feel the difference?" Gibbs asked. "No sub of mine is wearing something like this." He unbuckled the cheap collar and threw it down on the counter with a look of contempt. The sales assistant and Tony swapped looks of mutual fear. Gibbs grabbed Tony's arm and drew him over to one side. "Does my *sub* have a problem with wearing my collar?" he demanded.

Tony shook his head. "No…just... you're gonna put a collar on me?" he whispered. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Gibbs nodded. "I like my subs naked and collared. It'll be a good look on you." He patted Tony's cheek again, and Tony swallowed hard, his eyes looking like they were about to pop out on stalks. Gibbs picked up the expensive collar. "So – this one okay for you?" he asked. Tony nodded silently. Gibbs grinned and threw it at the sales assistant. "This one. Now…show me your best paddles – and I mean the best ones."

"Leather or wood, sir?"

"Leather – I'm not paying for a wooden one that I could make myself in ten minutes flat.”

"With holes or without?" The assistant put a selection on the counter.

"Holes?" Tony asked, picking one up.

"Ones with holes go through the air faster – so they land with more force," Gibbs told him.

"Without then?" Tony suggested hopefully.

"With," Gibbs told the sales assistant. Tony pouted. Gibbs almost laughed out loud. The one thing about Tony was that he was fun – always had been. It was going to be a pleasure training him to be a good sub. He suspected he'd be alternately laughing his head off and pulling his hair out, but life with Tony was never, ever going to be boring. He felt more relaxed than he had for years as he looked at his sub. Tony gazed back at him, a surprised look in his eyes.

"What?" Gibbs asked.

"You look weird," Tony replied, making a face. "Kind of smiley. It's freaking me out."

Gibbs laughed and reached out a hand to tousle Tony's hair affectionately, and Tony all but purred as he leaned into the caress. Gibbs thought he could get used to Tony's impression of a cat just waiting to be petted. They'd wasted too many years dancing around the edges of this – it felt so good to finally give into it.

"Cuffs." Gibbs turned back to the sales assistant again. "Same as the collar – nothing fancy, but comfortable and hard-wearing."

She nodded and produced a few sets of nice looking cuffs in double quick time. Gibbs experimented with fastening them around Tony's wrists and ankles, trying on various sets until he was satisfied.

“Now – butt plugs,” Gibbs said. The assistant brought a box of different sized butt plugs to the counter. “Wanna pick one?” Gibbs asked. Tony looked like he’d rather be eviscerated with a meat cleaver, but after mulling it over for a few minutes he eventually pointed at one of the smaller ones in the box. Gibbs laughed out loud. “That's no damn use. I’m a hell of a lot bigger than that, and the point is to stretch you.”

Tony had a severe coughing fit, and Gibbs thumped him helpfully on the back. “Bigger than that?” Tony wheezed, as Gibbs asked the assistant for one of the largest in the box.

“Oh yeah. Much bigger.” Gibbs grinned. He leaned in close to Tony and spoke into his ear. “We’ll get a few in different sizes though, so I can gradually stretch that tight virgin asshole of yours.” He patted Tony’s ass as he spoke, and Tony doubled up in another elaborate coughing fit. Gibbs grinned to himself; playing with Tony was far too much fun.

Gibbs spent the next few minutes investigating harnesses and lengths of chain. Tony wandered off, and Gibbs saw him reaching out a finger towards a rack of canes, a look of morbid curiosity combined with terror on his face.

"Cock gags – different sizes," Gibbs told the sales assistant. "And nipple clamps – the adjustable ones.”

There was a loud crashing sound from over by the canes, and Gibbs swung around to see that the entire rack had fallen over, and Tony was busy trying to gather them all up again. Gibbs sighed. Tony turned towards him, a grimace on his face, his arms full of canes of various lengths, thicknesses, and degrees of severity.

"You want me to chalk up another one on the board when we get back?" Tony asked, wincing theatrically.

"Well, I could add clumsiness, idiocy, and an almost suicidal sense of curiosity to the list of rules, but if I did that you'd never sit down again, DiNozzo," Gibbs told him, with a roll of his eyes. "So no. Here." He handed Tony his keys and nodded to the door. "Go wait for me in the car before you do any more damage. I'll finish up here."

Tony dumped the canes on the counter with an apologetic smile at the sales assistant. She just bestowed a look of abject sympathy on him as he scurried out.

Gibbs bought several more items he thought he'd need and then handed over his credit card to the sales assistant. It was expensive - but worth it. He hadn't realised how much he'd missed this. It was going to feel so good to play again – especially with a sub like Tony. He couldn't wait to get started.

The sales assistant loaded up the bags for him and then handed them over.

"Uh…um…I know this is none of my business but don't be too hard on him, will you?" she whispered. "He's kind of cute."

"Oh, he has the whole kicked puppy look down to a fine art but don't be fooled," Gibbs retorted. "That boy is trouble, and he’s…” he paused, "Mine," he finished, with a grin. “Yeah, he might be trouble, but he’s all mine.”

He grabbed the bags and left the store, that little grin still on his face as he walked back to the car.

~*~

Tony wasn't sure he even wanted to know what was in all those bags that Gibbs dumped in the trunk of the car. Part of him was turned on as all hell at the thought of Gibbs trying them out on him, while another part wanted to run away. Just hearing the words “cock gags” and “nipple clamps” had caused him to knock over that rack of canes back there.

Gibbs got in beside him, grinning happily to himself at some private joke. Tony gazed at him, surprised. He was going to have to get used to *this* Gibbs he thought to himself. Not the dour, monosyllabic boss he was familiar with from work, but the guy who pushed him up against fridges and purred in his ear; the guy who told him he'd look good naked and collared; and the guy who seemed to like stroking his hair and *smiling* at him.

"Where are we going?" he asked, as Gibbs took them in the opposite direction to his house.

"Crystal City," Gibbs replied. "To collect some stuff you left there last night."

Last night could have been last century as far as Tony was concerned. Then he remembered the clothes he'd left at Walter's apartment, and he heaved a sigh of relief. At least if they were going there, that would delay the inevitable moment when they got home, and Gibbs delivered that spanking he'd promised – perhaps using one of those implements he'd just bought. Tony wasn't sure how he felt about that. Partly he had a morbid curiosity about how it'd feel, but as this was *Gibbs*, he had a suspicion he'd regret every minute he'd been late getting down the stairs this morning, every act of disobedience, every lie, and every single last thing he'd done to add to that tally on the chalkboard.

Walter answered the door and smiled at them both happily. "Tony." He drew Tony into a warm bear hug. "Jethro." Much to Tony's surprise, he did the same to Gibbs.

"Gunny," Gibbs replied, accepting the hug with a grin.

"You still call him ‘Gunny’?" Tony asked, intrigued.

Gibbs glanced at Walter. “What exactly have you told him?” he demanded with a raised eyebrow.

Walter laughed. “Just the basics - that I was your gunnery sergeant at boot camp – back when you were a hot-tempered eighteen year old, always looking for a fight."

“If you wanted to fill in the details, I’d be very happy to hear them,” Tony grinned.

Gibbs glared at him, but Tony ignored him – no way in hell was he going to pass up an opportunity to hear more details about Gibbs's misspent youth. He had a feeling Skinner had the kind of dirt on Gibbs that Abby and McGee would pay to hear.

"Sure – sit down and have some coffee. Fox!" Walter bellowed. Fox appeared a second later – he had untidy hair and was wearing a pair of glasses that made him look strangely young and innocent.

They sat down at the kitchen table with cups of coffee, and Walter gave him a searching look. "So, Tony – things work out okay?"

Tony glanced at Gibbs and then back at Walter. "Yeah." He flushed. "They did. I should say thanks – I have a feeling you're behind what happened last night."

Walter grinned and slapped his back affectionately. "I just gave Private Gibbs a kick up the ass to make him see sense, same as I always did when he was in my bad boy squad back at boot camp."

"Bad boy squad?" Gibbs rolled his eyes.

"That's what you were – all the ones with potential who couldn't seem to help getting into trouble."

"Walter's job was to break them," Fox said helpfully, dipping a cookie into his coffee and then crunching on it.

"Oh really?" Tony's eyes lit up.

Walter laughed out loud. "My job was to turn them into good Marines," he clarified. "The Corps doesn't like to give up – even on the really hard-ass kids."

Gibbs took a sip of his coffee, looking as if this entire conversation had nothing to do with him.

"And Gibbs was one of the really, really, *really* bad ones?" Tony asked.

Gibbs fixed him with one of his death glares. Tony just grinned at him, figuring he was safe while sitting next to Walter.

"Hell yes! He and I went head to head for weeks until I finally got him to give in. After that, he turned into the best Marine I ever trained, but up to that point it was touch and go."

"Cool." Tony leaned forward. "So, how did you break him?"

Walter glanced at Gibbs who glanced back at him, deadpan. "Want me to tell him, Jethro?" Walter asked, raising an eyebrow. Gibbs shrugged.

"Depends on how badly he wants to know," he replied. "It's five on the chalkboard, Tony – up to you."

"Hey – you said curiosity isn't a rule!" Tony protested.

"It isn't." Gibbs grinned. "Consider it information that comes at a price. Question is whether it’s a price you wanna pay."

Tony thought about it. Five seemed like a lot, but his obsession with all things Gibbs was overwhelming, and the chance to find out a snippet from his new dom’s past was too much for him.

"Spill," he told Walter.

Fox laughed. "Ah, Tony – you and I are more alike than I thought. No way I'd have passed up on that, either – despite the high price you’ll end up paying, my friend."

"Okay then." Walter leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his solidly muscled chest. "So, you have to picture what young Leroy Jethro Gibbs was like back then. He was all flashing blue eyes and fast fists. He liked to fight, and he didn't like authority."

"Hasn’t changed much then," Tony muttered. Gibbs shot an unexpected grin in his direction.

"He sure as hell didn't like me,” Walter continued. “He loved being a Marine – I had no doubt about that. He wanted to wear the uniform, and he wanted to wear it with pride, but he couldn’t get his head around the whole idea of the chain of command, and he wouldn't back down in a confrontation."

"Yup. Still the same," Tony grinned.

"So, he and I got into a few arguments. One time, I made him stand to attention on the parade ground for a full six hours before he finally surrendered. Then I made him do a hundred push-ups before I allowed him to go rest," Walter recalled. "But then, just when I thought I was making some progress with him, the little punk went and got into a barrack room brawl. An admiral’s son was hurt, and Jethro was held responsible. He was hauled before the MPs, and for awhile I thought he was going to be beyond saving."

Gibbs took another sip of his coffee, looking supremely calm. Tony frowned.

"I always thought you were a model Marine, Boss."

"I was. Once Walter straightened me out," Gibbs said, with a shrug. "He argued for me to be given one last chance. That's how I ended up on his infamous punishment detail for a month. Spent most of it on my hands and knees scrubbing bathroom floors with a toothbrush – that's when I wasn't doing ten mile runs, or standing to attention on the parade ground for hours on end."

"And every night I had him come to my room and take six swats with my belt," Walter added. "Good, old-fashioned, Marine Corps discipline. Unorthodox - and not something we talk about – but I wasn’t about to let a good kid go bad if I could help it.”

"Every night? For a month?" Tony whistled. "No wonder you got through to him."

"That wasn't what got through to me," Gibbs said quietly.

"Nope." Walter shook his head. "Although I was impressed by how you took it, Jethro. You never once asked me to go easy on you. You never showed up late or gave me attitude. You took every single one of those swats without a word."

"So what did get through to you?" Tony asked.

Gibbs glanced at Walter, who glanced back at him, and they exchanged quiet smiles.

"I found out that Walter had gone to the wall for me," Gibbs told him. "He staked his reputation on pulling me around – if he screwed it up, then they were going to kick him back a rank and mark it down on his record. Once I knew that he believed in me, that he'd do that for me…well, I wasn't gonna let him down. I took everything he threw at me, determined to show him that he hadn't misjudged me."

"And I hadn't," Walter added. "He's the finest Marine I ever trained."

"See – and these poor guys ended up with us insubordinate subs." Fox grinned at Tony. "Must stick in their craw, after having turned out all those well-trained Marines, to end up with such badly behaved civilians on their hand - and not a military tribunal in sight to help them get us to shape up."

"Oh, we have other weapons at our disposal for that," Gibbs said, with a hint of a grin.

"Yeah – he's got a whole car full of weapons downstairs," Tony said mournfully. Walter laughed, and gave Tony’s shoulder a sympathetic squeeze. "Glad he knows how it feels if he's going to be handing it out," Tony added.

"Oh, he knows," Walter chuckled. "He definitely knows."

"Every time I think about losing my temper and lashing out, I remember that punishment detail and how sore my ass was by the end of it," Gibbs said with a shrug. "I learned the hard way how to control my temper – but I'm glad I learned. Otherwise, I think I'd have been killed on a battlefield somewhere, or else rotting in Leavenworth. Walter made me into the man I am today, Tony, and for that, I'm damn grateful. It would have been so easy for him to give up on me, but he saw beneath the mixed-up kid to the man I had the potential to be, inside. "

"And you did the same for other kids just like you when you became a gunny," Walter told him. "So it was worth it. You always take the time and trouble to see what's underneath – and you don't give up on the people with promise and heart." He glanced at Tony as he said that. "Doesn't mean you put up with any bullshit, but you'll stand by the ones who are worth it, even when others would have kicked them out a long time ago."

Tony remembered his short lived time at Peoria, Philadelphia and Baltimore PDs. He’d always screwed up, or his attitude had pissed off his superiors, and he’d been advised to move on.

"You know what I'm talking about, Tony?" Walter asked softly.

Tony glanced up at Gibbs and found his new dom gazing at him with an inscrutable expression on his face. "Yeah," Tony muttered. "I know."

Gibbs had been the only boss who'd seen past his more annoying habits to the person within and found him worth giving a damn about. His devotion to Gibbs dated back to the precise moment when he'd realised that this man wasn't going to give up on him, unlike all the police captains he'd worked under.

Not that Gibbs had ever gone easy on him – because he'd bawled Tony out for every single screw-up – but he'd also made it clear that he was part of the team and here to stay. Tony would follow him to the ends of the earth for being the only person in his life who'd ever believed in him. And it seemed he'd learned how to do that from this big man sitting here.

"Thanks, Walter," Tony said.

"You're welcome, son. You're the one who's going to be taking those five swats though," Walter reminded him, misunderstanding the reason behind his gratitude.

“Yeah – about that…” Tony looked at Gibbs hopefully.

“Don’t even think about it,” Gibbs grunted. “They’re going on the board. Like I said – that kind of information costs.”

Tony gazed at him thoughtfully. “You know, I think that particular piece of information was worth the price.”

Gibbs grinned at him. “You haven’t paid it yet, Tony – you might think differently after.”

~*~

They finished their coffee, and Gibbs took their used cups into the kitchen He was itching to get his sub home and move his training onto the next level. Walter followed him into the kitchen.

“So, how’s it going, Jethro?” he asked quietly.

Gibbs shrugged. “Early days.”

“Any regrets? You think I forced your hand on this?” Walter asked, gazing at him searchingly.

“No regrets, and yeah, you did, but it was the right thing to do. As you damn well know.” Gibbs shot a glare in his direction.

Walter gave a tight little smile and ran a thoughtful hand over his jaw. “Jethro – there’s something I have to say. That kid…there’s something there. He’s got some serious shit in his past. Fox and I both picked up on it.” Gibbs glanced up sharply. “I’m sorry – tell me to butt out if you want, but I thought you should know.”

Gibbs sighed. “I already do, Walter.”

“Good. Figured you did – just thought I should say.”

“Not the details – those will have to come from him, when he’s ready. But I know there’s something.”

“Yeah – something pretty big I think. Also – he has some serious daddy issues going on,” Walter added.

Gibbs gave a mirthless laugh. “Hell, Walter, tell me something I don’t know!” His tight grin faded. “What did he say to you?”

“Nothing he thought would give him away.” Walter shrugged. “Just casual bits of conversation I pieced together. You know anything about his father?”

“Beyond the fact that he was an alcoholic and an asshole? Nope.” Gibbs shook his head. “I do know that he screwed Tony up bad, but, like you, that comes from information I’ve pieced together over the years. Tony's never said anything to me about it direct.”

“Think the two are linked? The daddy issues and whatever else is in his past?” Walter asked thoughtfully.

“No idea,” Gibbs shrugged. “Wouldn’t be surprised – but with Tony? Who knows?”

“What are you going to do?”

“Stick with him,” Gibbs said firmly. “Give him what he needs until he trusts me enough to tell me what the hell is going on.”

“And what is it you think he needs?”

“Same thing you gave Fox to pull him around, Walter. A firm hand, a hell of a lot of love, and someone he doesn’t have to hide around.”

“Might take time,” Walter mused. “I have a feeling that kid hides things as easy as breathing, Jethro.”

“Didn’t anyone tell you?” Gibbs patted his arm. “I’m a sniper, Walter. I’m a patient man – I can wait, and watch, and when the time comes I’ll know it. I’ll reach him. Might take a while, but I’m not giving up on him. Never have. Never will.”

“Good. Tony needs someone like you. I’ve only known him a couple of days, but he’s an easy kid to like.”

“Oh yeah.” Gibbs gave another tight grin. “He is.”

"He's hungry for something, Jethro. Love, I think, but maybe something else, too – something darker." Walter shook his head. "He's kind of like a dog that'll take any number of kicks and keep on coming back for more. His greatest fear isn't being hurt – it's being ignored."

Gibbs felt a muscle in his jaw tighten. "I'm not gonna ignore him. And I'm sure as hell not gonna kick him," he growled.

"Someone has," Walter said softly. "And he let them. He'll let you too if that's what you want. I've seen the way he looks at you – there's a blind devotion in his eyes. You could give that kid a hell of a lot of kicks before he'd leave you, Jethro – maybe he never would."

"Christ, Walter!" Gibbs slammed his fist down angrily on the kitchen worktop. "I won't treat him like that. You know that. Discipline and a firm hand are one thing – he needs those – they make him feel safe and wanted, and besides, they turn him on. But I won't abuse him."

"Supposing that's what he wants?" Walter raised an eyebrow. "These boys of ours – they're complicated, Jethro. Fox had his own set of issues – different ones to Tony's for sure - but it took me months to get through to him all the same. I just want to be sure you know what you're taking on."

"Oh, I know," Gibbs muttered grimly.

"Good. Then I think he's in safe hands." Walter slapped Gibbs on the shoulder. "And hell – I have to say, I almost envy you – he's going to be great fun to play with."

Gibbs managed a smile at that, and they returned to the other room. Tony and Fox were discussing something – in robust tones. Fox's dry monotone dominated the conversation, punctuated by humorous little digs from Tony. Walter and Gibbs exchanged amused grins.

Then Tony glanced up, caught Gibbs looking at them, and gave him a smile that was so guileless in its affection, and so intimate, that it took his breath away.

"You ready to go, Boss?"

"Boss?" Fox snorted.

"Hey – you call yours 'Master'. Who's the freaky one here?" Tony demanded. "Uh…you weren't gonna make me call you 'Master' were you, Boss?" he asked with a wince. Gibbs rolled his eyes. “’Sir’ would be okay, I suppose," Tony mused. Then his eyes widened in alarm. "But not, you know, 'My Lord', or anything really dumb like that."

"Tony!" Gibbs snapped, interrupting his sub’s wayward thought process. Tony's head jerked up. "It's 'Boss', 'Gibbs', or - but only if I'm in a really good mood, and you aren’t being too much of an idiot - 'Jethro'. That's it. Got it?"

"Yes." Tony nodded. "Jethro," he added with a sly grin. Gibbs gazed at him through narrowed eyes. "What? You're in a good mood, and I haven't done anything really idiotic in hours," Tony pointed out.

Walter laughed out loud and patted Gibbs's arm again. "Oh yeah. You're really gonna have fun with that one," he chuckled.

"If he doesn't kill me in the process," Gibbs muttered darkly. "Right - we're going." Gibbs jerked his head in the direction of the door. "Thanks for the coffee, Walter. Got your clothes, Tony?"

Tony nodded and picked up the bag Fox had given him.

"We still have those leather pants and the shirt you lent him," Gibbs told Walter. "Tony will get them dry-cleaned, and we'll return them to you soon."

"Oh, you can keep them," Fox said with a wave of his hand. "Those pants were always too big for me – I don't want them any more."

Gibbs cleared his throat. "We'll return them," he said stonily. "No way he’s gonna wear ‘em again. They were too damn tight."

"Yeah – they were kind of snug. I noticed the way guys kept checking out his ass last night," Fox said mischievously, winking at Tony. Gibbs turned, slowly, to bestow a dark glare on Fox.

Walter laughed again. “My apologies for my naughty slave.” He clicked his fingers, and Fox got up without a word, came over, and knelt at his side, head down.

Gibbs watched Tony watching Fox, and noted the envy in his eyes. However much Tony was freaked out by the master/slave nature of Walter and Fox’s relationship, he was also really turned on by Fox’s total submission. Gibbs stored that knowledge away to help him in training his new sub.

Walter turned to him. "It's been good seeing you again, Jethro. We shouldn’t leave it so long next time. Take good care of Tony – and call me if you need anything."

“So long, Walter.” Gibbs cast a glance at Fox to see him sneaking a sly grin in Tony’s direction as they left.

"So…" Tony said, as he got into the car beside Gibbs. "Walter used to kick your ass around back in boot camp, huh?" He gave Gibbs a broad grin. "Man, I'd love to have been a fly on the wall back then."

Gibbs revved the engine and then turned to gaze at Tony. "You know, you look pretty cheerful considering you’re about to get your first taste of my discipline," he said.

Then he sat back and watched, amused, as that grin faded from Tony's face and a look of almost comical panic flashed in his expressive green eyes.

Oh yeah. Walter was right. This was definitely going to be fun.

~*~

End of part five
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