Fic: Two Masters - 6/22

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Two Masters
By Xanthe
Part Six

Tony kept shooting little glances at Gibbs on the journey home but, as usual, his new dom wasn’t giving anything away. Tony wondered how taking Gibbs’s discipline would be any different to that whipping last night. That had been pretty damn good once Gibbs had taken over, and Tony had settled into the mindset. He had known that he could stop it any time he wanted, but then again, Gibbs had told him he could stop this any time he wanted too – although not without caveats.

Tony had no intention of stopping anything. Just because Gibbs had given him a safe word didn’t mean he had to use it. He wanted the edge – the thrill – of knowing that Gibbs was in charge, and that he had to submit. He’d had a taste of that at work all these years and now he wanted to experience it to the full. He didn’t want a safety net.

They pulled up in the driveway, and Gibbs got their bags of shopping out of the trunk, handed a couple of them to Tony, and carried the rest into the house. Tony trailed along behind him, his stomach churning.

Gibbs put down his bags on the coffee table and then strode off in the direction of the kitchen.

“Strip,” he ordered over his shoulder as he left the room.

Tony stood there, uncertainly, wondering if he’d heard correctly. Had Gibbs just ordered him to strip? And did he mean entirely, or was this just another back and shoulders inspection? He was still mulling that over when Gibbs returned to the living room with the chalkboard in his hand and a frown on his forehead.

“Didn’t you hear me, DiNozzo? I said ‘strip’, and when I give an order I expect…”

“Instant obedience. Yes, I know – I know!” Tony said, throwing his bags of shopping down on the couch and pulling his tee shirt over his head in double quick time. “Sorry…just wasn’t sure if you meant it or not.”

Gibbs raised an eyebrow. “When have I ever given you an order and not meant it?”

“Good point, Boss,” Tony agreed, tugging frantically at his shoes, hopping around the room as he did so, trying to get them off his feet.

“So that’s five for the pleasure of hearing Walter’s anecdotes, and one each for slowness and disobedience just now.” Gibbs rubbed out the ’10’ on the chalkboard.

“Oh come on!” Tony protested. “Surely it was either slowness OR disobedience – it wasn’t both!”

“And another one for attitude,” Gibbs said, chalking up the grand total on the board and then holding it up for Tony to see. Tony’s heart sank.

“Eighteen?” He winced. “Ouch. That’s gonna hurt. Are you sure about this, Boss? I mean, as I’m new and all, maybe you could give me a reduction?”

“Nineteen,” Gibbs grinned.

“What! Why?”

“New rule – I really hate wheedling.”

“But if I didn’t know about the rule then how could I break…?”

Gibbs raised an eyebrow, hand poised over the chalkboard.

Tony stopped in mid-sentence and held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Nineteen,” he agreed.

“And you’re still not undressed,” Gibbs pointed out.

Tony looked down and then quickly finished off divesting himself of his shoes and socks. That left only his pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and he paused, looked at Gibbs, and flushed. Gibbs gave him the glare he saved for officers who’d failed the men under their command, or the wives of Marines who’d cheated on their husbands while they were fighting in Iraq.

“Time I took a good look at my new sub, Tony,” Gibbs growled. “I want to see what I’ve got to work with.”

That sounded kind of promising – and threatening. Tony nodded. Wasn’t this what he’d wanted? Wasn’t this why he’d stolen that ID and gone to that club? And hadn’t this been behind every teasing stare and challenging flash of his eyes that he’d thrown Gibbs’s way these past eight years?

He tugged down his pants, and his cock immediately sprang free, half hard already. Tony flushed and tried to cover it surreptitiously with his hands while he bundled up his pants and threw them onto the couch.

“Hands by your sides, DiNozzo,” Gibbs said, coming over to stand in front of him. “Stand to attention.”

Tony swallowed hard and did as he was told. Just the proximity of Gibbs was arousing, and the hard, assessing stare he was giving him didn’t help. Tony’s cock hardened even more, and he gave an embarrassed moan.

“When I said stand to attention I didn’t mean it *that* way, but I’m flattered all the same.” Gibbs grinned.

His steely, blue-eyed gaze travelled slowly over every inch of Tony’s body. It lingered on Tony’s cock, but Gibbs’s expression didn’t change, so Tony had no idea if he liked what he saw or not.

Gibbs didn't ask if he could touch, and he didn't hesitate. He just moved in close and placed his hands flat on Tony's chest with that same intent look he always had when working on his boat. Then he proceeded to move his hands slowly and firmly over Tony's body with the confidence of ownership. Tony flushed; he wasn't used to being examined and scrutinised in such an intimate way. Gibbs brushed his fingers over Tony's nipples, and they hardened, involuntarily. Tony bit down on his lip. Gibbs grinned.

"Sensitive?"

"Yeah," Tony said hoarsely.

Gibbs leaned in and took one in his mouth, and Tony gave a startled yelp, surprised by the move, and pushed him away. Gibbs raised an eyebrow.

"Not a good start, DiNozzo. Is your body mine or not?"

"Yes, Boss. Sorry…just…gonna take some time to get my head around that."

"Let's try it again. Hands behind your back – and keep them there until I say you can move."

Tony did as ordered and this time he was ready for it when Gibbs repeated the action. Gibbs's mouth was warm, and he sucked down hard, making Tony's cock go rigid with arousal. Then Gibbs released him – but only to immediately cup Tony's balls in his hand. Tony gasped. Gibbs grinned at him and tugged on them gently.

"Uh…Boss…" Tony whispered faintly, struggling to keep his hands behind his back.

"Ssh, DiNozzo…I'm exploring my new sub's body."

He released his grasp on Tony's balls and ran his hand over Tony's cock. Tony felt himself breaking out into a sweat. It wasn't easy to stand here, hands behind his back, and just submit to the caress, however gentle it was. He wanted to move his hips and rut into Gibbs's hand. He longed to break position, grab his dom, tear his clothes off and get down to some hot action…but he couldn't. He just had to stand here and let his new dom play with him.

Thankfully, Gibbs didn't tease him for too long. He drew back and motioned with his finger.

“Turn. Hands by your sides now.”

Tony obeyed, turning slowly until he was facing the wall. He couldn’t see Gibbs, but he could sure as hell *feel* his gaze upon him, travelling over his back and down to his ass, then remaining fixed on his buttocks for a long time. Tony closed his eyes – this was both agonising and arousing.

“Good,” Gibbs said, and his voice sounded very close.

Next thing Tony knew, a fingertip was being traced down his spine, slowly, one vertebra at a time. He sucked in his breath and held it, and his cock hardened even more. That fingertip ended up at his ass and stroked softly across his buttocks. Tony felt his breathing hitch.

"Nice," Gibbs said softly, and Tony could feel his warm breath on the back of his neck.

"Glad you approve," Tony muttered.

Gibbs slapped his ass, making him yelp in surprise. "Oh yeah. Plenty to work with here," Gibbs said, in an amused tone.

Then suddenly, without warning, Gibbs slid a leg between his knees and pushed him forwards at the same time. Tony’s hands went out automatically and slammed against the wall for support. Gibbs grasped his hips and pulled them back so that his ass was sticking out.

“Discipline will be daily. Every evening,” Gibbs purred into his ear. “Discipline is your responsibility, Tony, so it’s your job to remind me.”

“If I forget?” Tony asked over his shoulder. Gibbs cupped one of his buttocks with his hand and squeezed.

“Don’t,” Gibbs said, in a low, dangerous voice, straight into his ear.

“Got it, Boss.”

“Discipline won't always be spanking, but if it is, then you’ll lay out the implements for me, so I can decide what I want to use. Then you’ll get into position.”

“Position?”

“There are three. This is the first one. Against the wall – butt out, legs wide apart, hands braced. Just like this – got it?”

Tony nodded. “Think so.”

That hand cupping his buttock squeezed more severely. “Don’t *think*, DiNozzo. Be sure.”

“Got it!” Tony said quickly, memorising the position he was in so that he could repeat it.

“Good. Second position.” Gibbs moved so quickly that Tony barely had time to catch his breath. One moment he was standing braced against the wall, and the next Gibbs had pulled him back, flipped him around, and bent him over the back of the couch. “Not like that,” Gibbs said, pushing his head right down so that it was against the cushions. “Like this.” He put his knee between Tony’s legs and pushed them apart again. “Legs always apart. Ass always up. Head always down. Got it?”

“Got it!” Tony said promptly, his voice muffled by the cushions.

“Good.” Tony felt Gibbs’s hand gently stroke his back. “We won’t always be here – sometimes we might be in a hotel, or at the office, so…”

“At the office.” Tony stood up and turned to look at his dom in alarm. Gibbs crossed his arms across his chest and glared at him.

“What part of ‘24/7’ don’t you understand, DiNozzo? This isn’t an arrangement of convenience for you. It’s not just when you want it. You want to be my sub? Then this is how it goes down.”

“You’re gonna make me bend over and take a licking at the office?” Tony asked, still fixated on that.

“Not in front of anyone,” Gibbs replied with a shrug. “Nobody gets to see your bare butt except me. But yeah, we spend a lot of time there, and I’m damn sure there are going to be times when I want to discipline you there.”

“And a headslap won’t do?”

“Oh, the headslaps were always just a poor substitute for what I’ve *really* wanted to do to you all these years, DiNozzo.” Gibbs grinned. “Now I’ve got the real deal, there’s no way they’ll satisfy me. Not that I’ll stop handing ‘em out when you need them – but now I can follow through later with something that I’m sure will make a hell of a lot more impact.”

“But where?” Tony asked helplessly.

“The elevator, the conference room – hell, I’ll even bend you over the hood of your car and discipline you in the parking garage if need be.” Gibbs shrugged. “And there’s the men’s room. Or over my desk late at night when everyone’s gone home. Then there’s those steel tables in Autopsy to bend you over when Ducky’s not around. And there’s always Vance’s office when he’s away on one of his high-powered trips.”

Tony gazed at him, open-mouthed.

“And let’s not forget the back of the van – plenty of room in there – I’ll just lock the door and take care of it.”

“You are really serious about this whole 24/7 thing, aren’t you?” Tony croaked, wishing his cock wasn’t still standing up, ramrod straight, showing just how much his body was turned on by this.

Gibbs moved a step closer, so that Tony could feel the taut heat of his body against his naked skin. “Don’t ever doubt it, DiNozzo. I told you – once you’re mine, you’re mine. I know what I want, and I don’t hold back. But…” His blue eyes were musing. “You’re new to this – and that’s why I’m giving you a week.”

“A week?” Tony frowned. "For what?"

"To be sure this is what you want. I’ll give you a flavour of what it’s gonna be like all week, and then, on Friday, you can choose if you want to stay. If you want to walk away that's fine.” He made a little motion with his head. “Okay, it’ll suck, but I won’t stop ya. If it *is* what you want, then I'll demand your commitment to being as good a damn sub as you are an agent.”

“Not very then?” Tony grinned and hunched his shoulders, waiting for the headslap. Gibbs slapped the side of his ass instead, and Tony yelped.

“Remember you’re naked, I’m in charge, and this is a whole new ball game. So the slaps might not be on your head whenever you’re alone with me from now on. Got it?”

“Got it.” Tony made a face. “But I don’t understand how this week thing is going to work.”

“I’m getting to that.” Gibbs shot him another of his steely glares. “I won’t fuck you until I know you’re going to stay, Tony. I’ll only fuck you once I’ve collared you – and once I fuck you, then you’re mine for good.”

“Already am,” Tony muttered.

Gibbs clicked his fingers, and Tony found himself, inexplicably, sinking to his knees beside him, the way Fox did whenever Walter made that same gesture. He looked up at Gibbs, startled by the reflex action. Gibbs gave a taut little smile and ran his hand through Tony’s hair.

“Yeah. I think you are,” he said softly. “But you have all week to figure out if it’s what you really want. You’ll stay here this week, learning how to be my sub at work and at home. Then, on Friday evening, you can decide if you want it to be permanent.”

“Is this just for me to decide?” Tony asked, his stomach cramping anxiously. “Or is it for you to decide too?” He wasn’t sure he could stand the disappointment of getting to Friday and having Gibbs reject him.

Gibbs pulled Tony’s head back by the hair, and Tony found himself looking into a pair of pissed off looking eyes.

“Just you. I made my decision when I claimed you in that club last night. You’re mine, Tony. I just want you to understand *exactly* what that means before I fuck you. ‘Cause once I do, there’s no looking back. So you need to be sure.”

“I’m sure now,” Tony pouted, his head still pulled back uncomfortably. Gibbs ran a finger down Tony’s exposed neck.

“No, now you’re turned on. But you haven’t felt my discipline yet, and you have no idea what it’ll be like to give up your freedom.”

“I don’t know what the hell kind of freedom you think I’ve had while working for you these past eight years.”

Gibbs laughed out loud. “Oh, Tony, trust me, any demands I’ve made on you at work will seem like a walk in the park compared to what’s coming your way next week.”

As Tony gazed up at him, a warm feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t sure what it was – just that his world suddenly felt full of the kind of safety and certainty that it had been lacking.

A surprised look crept into Gibbs’s eyes, and he lowered his head, captured Tony’s mouth with his own, and kissed him. Tony opened his mouth and returned the kiss eagerly. Then Gibbs drew back and patted his cheek.

"One more thing – when I fuck you I'll want to go bareback, so tomorrow we both get tested."

"I'm clean. I haven't been with anyone for…" Tony sighed, flushing. "Since Jeanne," he muttered. "Been nearly two years, Boss."

Gibbs raised a surprised eyebrow, and Tony winced.

"Yeah. I know. But that whole fucked up relationship screwed with my head. There's been nobody since. You?"

He held his breath – Gibbs wasn't exactly known for volunteering personal information, but Tony thought he had the right to ask on this occasion. Gibbs clearly thought so too, because he nodded tersely.

"Been about two years for me too."

"Colonel Mann?" Tony waggled his eyebrows hopefully, wondering if he was right. Gibbs slapped the back of his head.

"Yeah. And I'm damn sure I'm clean too – but I want to start with a clean slate, so we'll both get tested tomorrow. I know someone who can fast-track the results by Friday."

"So you hate condoms that much, huh, Boss?"

"I like condoms as much as the next guy, DiNozzo – which is not much, but they're a necessary evil. However, when I fuck my *sub*, it'll be different. Part of claiming you is really feeling you, and part of dominating you is making you feel me too. No barriers."

Tony’s cock lurched in response to that little speech. Gibbs's gaze dropped to his sub's groin, and he gave a feral grin. “Time to show you how it’s gonna be. Get up.”

Tony got to his feet and followed Gibbs around to the front of the couch. Gibbs unpacked some of the items he’d bought and laid them out on the coffee table in front of him. Tony’s heart skipped a beat as he surveyed the sleek paddle with the holes drilled into it, and the thick leather strap. At least Gibbs hadn't unpacked the cane that Tony had seen poking out of the top of one of the bags.

“And now for position three.” Gibbs sat on the couch and pointed at his lap.

Tony narrowed his eyes. “Oh come on! You can’t be serious!”

“And that makes a nice round twenty for the board,” Gibbs grinned. “I was wondering if we’d get there.”

“You want me to go over your knee?” Tony protested. “I mean…aren’t I kind of heavy and way too old for that?”

“Twenty-one.”

Gibbs waited. Tony stood there, weighing it up. Then, finally, seeing there was no choice for it, he gave a sigh and scrambled awkwardly over Gibbs’s knee.

It felt weird – and yet oddly intimate. He felt too big and clumsy, but the couch supported his body on either side, and his straining cock felt good pressed against Gibbs’s thighs.

“Good. Now, finally, I get a chance to play with my new sub.”

Tony tensed, but all Gibbs did was stroke a gentle hand over his back. Tony relaxed a little. Gibbs continued caressing him, doing no more than stroking him. Tony rested his head on his hands and closed his eyes, wondering how the hell his life had changed so much in the past twenty-four hours that he was now naked and ass up over Gibbs’s knees.

Gibbs’s fingers were soothing. They moved lower and fondled his ass cheeks. It was incredibly intimate, but Tony reminded himself that he was the sub, and Gibbs was his top, and all that was left for him to do was to surrender. As he worked this process through in his head, he felt his body relax even more.

“What’s your safe word, Tony?” Gibbs asked, breaking into his serene mood.

“Hmmm?” Tony raised his head. Gibbs deposited a little smack on one of his butt cheeks. “Oh – uh, it’s Magnum.”

“Good. If anything is too much for you – physically OR emotionally, then use it,” Gibbs told him firmly. “And be prepared to tell me why.”

Tony nodded, but he immediately dismissed the conversation from his mind. He refused to acknowledge that he had a safe word. He hadn’t wanted one, hadn’t asked for one, and he made a choice, here and now, that he’d never use it, either. He wanted this to be *real*, and he wasn’t going to give himself an out.

A second later he almost changed his mind as Gibbs’s hand suddenly smacked down hard on his upturned ass.

“Owwww!” he howled, turning to look over his shoulder.

“What – you were expecting love taps?” Gibbs grinned.

“Nope…just thinking that if that’s only your hand, then I really don’t want to know how any of those other things feel.” Tony gestured with his head towards the strap and paddle.

“Well, that’s a shame, ‘cause you’re gonna find out *exactly* how they feel in just a couple of minutes. Head down.”

Tony did as he was told and gripped onto the couch cushions as another hard smack fell on his naked ass. Another one made him whimper and wriggle, and Gibbs wrapped an arm around his waist, pulled him in close, and then began whacking him in earnest.

Tony had taken bullets and survived a few bad beatings in the course of his working life, but there was something about being in this position that affected him on a much deeper level. For a start, he was very aware that this was something he was submitting to – and that Gibbs was *making* him submit to it. He knew that he could say his safe word, or he could lever himself up off Gibbs’s lap – and that was the hard part. Staying in position and taking it, allowing it to happen, was both the thrill and difficulty.

He remembered how it had felt to spank some of his girlfriends in the past. He’d only ever played at it with them and had certainly never spanked them as intently as Gibbs was spanking him now. He had loved the way they wriggled on his lap and how their bottoms had warmed up under the palm of his hand. That had been different though – he’d never asked them to submit to him – they’d just been having some light-hearted fun. Gibbs was asking for his submission – no, not asking - he was *demanding* it.

Tony did his best to relax and take what his dom was handing out. He was just about succeeding too, when suddenly something much more painful descended on his burning ass cheeks.

“Shit!” he yelped, glancing back to see that Gibbs was using the strap. Tony put his hand back by reflex to deflect the next blow; Gibbs grabbed his wrist, pushed his hand into the small of his back, and held it there.

“Want to say anything to me? You have a word.”

Tony glared at him, eyes blazing defiance. He fought an internal war with himself and then finally surrendered.

"No,” he said quietly. “Nothing to say.”

"Okay then. I'll give you this one for free, but if you ever try and block me again then you'll take penalty swats. Clear?"

"Crystal," Tony muttered. Gibbs shot him an oddly reassuring smile, and Tony turned his head back and lowered his chin onto the couch again.

A second later, another swat sent shockwaves through his ass. Tony wished he’d been counting, so he knew how many more he had to take. It hurt like crazy, and yet a kind of warmth was spreading out from his ass and into his belly, and he couldn’t deny that he liked it.

He liked the sensation of surrendering to Gibbs’s undeniable authority. He liked being naked while Gibbs was fully clothed, and the feel of Gibbs’s hard thighs under his body. He liked how Gibbs was holding him close, keeping him in position and spanking him mercilessly, with that same look of grim determination he always got when he was chasing down a lead at work.

Gibbs put the strap down and picked up the paddle. "Get ready," he warned.

Tony closed his eyes tight and clutched onto the couch for all he was worth. The next swat almost took his breath away. Now those initial swats with Gibbs's hand *did* seem like love taps by comparison. He gave a little choking cry and concentrated with all his might on staying in position and taking whatever his dom wanted to hand out.

The minute he made that decision, something seemed to click into place inside his head. Tony felt a kind of serenity sweep through him, and he relaxed against Gibbs's legs, allowing the smacking pain of each sharp swat to flood through him, warming him and sending waves of endorphins through his body. He wasn’t embarrassed about being over Gibbs’s knee now – in fact, he liked it. It was warm, intimate, and close.

He had just adjusted to the hard swats from the paddle when they came to a halt. Tony didn't register their absence for awhile. He lay there, breathing deeply, feeling a little hazy. Then he felt Gibbs's hand gently stroking his hair.

"We done?" Tony managed to gasp out. "That the full amount?"

"Twenty-one." Gibbs nodded. "How did that feel?” he asked quietly, still stroking Tony's hair.

“Hurt. Felt good. You're going to do that to me every day?" Hard though it had been, he didn’t mind. He thought he could start to crave both the intimacy and intensity of Gibbs's discipline.

"Every day," Gibbs confirmed. "Sometimes more than once."

"Right. Okay. Good." Tony grinned hazily. He felt as if his whole body was humming.

Gibbs gave a little laugh. "Oh, Tony – you are a natural born sub." He tightened his hold in Tony's hair and pulled back his head a little so that Tony was looking at him again. "Well done, boy. You took that damn well considering it was your first time."

Tony glowed, the way he always did when Gibbs praised him. Gibbs released his grip and stroked Tony’s hair gently back into place. Tony zoned out a little – taking a spanking might be painful, but he was quickly discovering that the aftermath could be pretty damn good as endorphins flooded through his body.

A second later, he gave a startled squawk as he felt a hand pull his sore buttocks apart and then a cool, slippery finger dipped inside. He wriggled – and was rewarded immediately with a slap to his burning ass that made him yelp.

"Hold still," Gibbs told him firmly, his finger pushing deep inside Tony's ass. Gibbs was being gentle, but it felt intrusive all the same, and Tony clenched around his finger. Gibbs stroked his ass soothingly. "Relax and let me work. This body is mine to work on, remember? Give it up to me, or I'll start chalking up tomorrow's tally on the board."

Tony willed his body to relax and was surprised to find it doing just that. Gibbs slipped another finger inside him and began moving both fingers slowly and rhythmically. It felt pretty good, and Tony's heightened senses started to zing.

Gibbs finger fucked him for a few minutes, and Tony felt himself grow hard. He'd never been opened up in this way before, and it felt amazing. Then Gibbs pushed in deeper, and Tony let out a hoarse shout as something exploded pleasurably inside him. He gripped onto the cushions and began thrusting his hard cock into Gibbs's lap. A second later, a hard swat fell on his sore backside.

"Ow – what was that for?" he demanded over his shoulder.

"You come without permission, and you go straight on punishment detail. Thought I'd warn ya before you got too excited."

Tony tried to get his head around this news. "I can’t come unless you say so?" he gasped, moaning softly as Gibbs rubbed that sweet spot deep inside him again.

"Yup." Gibbs finished finger-fucking him and withdrew his hand. “Not just now – any time.”

Tony gazed blankly at the couch cushions. Did Gibbs really mean that? Did that mean that he wasn't even allowed to jerk himself off? Surely Gibbs didn't mean *that*. Did he?

Tony was about to turn his head and ask, when he felt his buttocks being spread again and next thing he knew something cold and hard was nudging at his entrance. He jerked his head up, and Gibbs immediately pushed it back onto the cushions.

"Head down," Gibbs ordered. “Gonna plug you. Relax."

He played with pressing the lubricated plug against Tony’s hole. It was only when Tony relaxed again that Gibbs pushed the plug in. It burned a little, but Tony was well stretched from the finger-fucking and that sensation soon passed. The plug slid into place, the flared base keeping it in position.

"Keep that in tonight. I'll use a bigger one tomorrow," Gibbs said. "You can wear it all day at the office."

"Oh c’mon!" Tony glared at Gibbs over his shoulder. "You can't make me work with something stuck up my ass all day!"

"Exactly what part of '24/7' didn't you understand?" Gibbs demanded. "You should get used to it, Tony. Gonna keep you plugged all week, so if you decide to stay on Friday you’ll be ready for me to fuck you.”

"What about when I need to use the bathroom?"

“Then you can take it out and put it back in again after.” Gibbs shrugged. He flipped his knee and deposited Tony neatly onto the floor on his hands and knees. "Any more questions?"

"Yeah – the not coming without your permission thing – you didn’t mean forever did you?" Tony asked. Gibbs laughed and patted the side of his face.

“Yup.”

"Okay," Tony said slowly, trying to get his head around that. "So…when are you gonna let me come?"

Gibbs shot him a steely look. "Not any time soon."

"What does that mean? Hours? Days? Weeks?" Tony demanded.

"Could be." Gibbs shrugged. "Won't be any time this week, that's for damn sure."

"What?" Tony stared at him, aghast. "Look, Gibbs, I'm a healthy, red-blooded guy. I haven't gone a week without spanking the monkey since I was thirteen years old. Hell, I haven't gone more than a couple of days! And that was only 'cause I was in the hospital with the plague.”

Gibbs grinned. “Then it'll be a new experience for you."

"Not one I want!" Tony complained.

Gibbs's grin turned into a glare. "Tony – maybe I haven't been clear – although I'm pretty sure I have. You're not my boyfriend, or my fuck buddy. You’re my *submissive*. That means your body belongs to me now, and I get to say when – or if – you come."

Tony made a little whining sound in the back of his throat. Gibbs rolled his eyes.

"It's part of the thrill, DiNozzo. Knowing you're not in charge. That's what submission is – you’re the one who said I could do anything to you, and you’d take it."

"I didn't mean this though," Tony protested. "I meant…"

"I know what you meant," Gibbs interrupted roughly. "You meant you'd let me hurt you any which way I liked – but that's not a turn on for me, Tony. Owning your body and dominating you sexually – that is. And using discipline and other little sexual tortures you secretly love – that is too. Hurting you? Really hurting you? No." He shook his head, and then he fixed Tony with his intense blue-eyed stare. "That what you think this is all about, Tony?"

Tony stared back at him.

"That what you want? You want someone to kick you around? If so, then you can leave right now, 'cause that's not what you'll get from me," Gibbs told him firmly.

Tony chewed on his bottom lip. "But what if I deserve…”

Gibbs silenced him with a glare. "No. We talked about this earlier - what you deserve is my decision. Not yours."

Tony wanted to disagree, but Gibbs had already won this argument once, and Tony knew he’d win it again. Gibbs sighed.

"You've got it all mixed up in your head, Tony, but I'm going to help you figure it out. Might take some time. You prepared to submit to me and let me show you how good it can be if we do it my way?"

Tony fought an internal struggle with himself. This - being Gibbs's submissive, giving up control of his body to him, allowing him to take charge – it was incredibly hot. Yet if he wanted this, and he knew he did, then he had to accept that Gibbs would do it his way, and that was the hard part. In the end, the temptation of belonging to Gibbs was too strong. Tony gave in with a nod.

"Okay," he said quietly.

"Good." Gibbs took his face in his hands and dropped a kiss on his mouth. Tony leaned into him eagerly, unable to help himself. Gibbs kissed him firmly for several seconds and then drew back. "Any other questions?" he asked briskly.

"Yes – punishment detail? What the hell is that?" Tony demanded.

Gibbs grinned. "That's what you get if you ever disobey the cardinal rule."

"There's a cardinal rule?" Tony groaned. "In addition to all the other rules?"

"Yup! The cardinal rule is the single most important rule, and it's this: You belong to me. Your body is mine. You don't come without my permission, and you sure as hell don't jerk yourself off unless I order you to. You're mine, body and soul – you *belong* to me - and that's the cardinal rule, Tony. Think you can live with that?"

Tony stared at him pathetically. His cock was standing out in front of him, rock hard.

"I don't know," he sighed at last. "But I want to try."

"Good," Gibbs grinned. "What's your safe word?" he asked unexpectedly.

"Magnum," Tony replied, with a roll of his eyes. Gibbs slapped his head.

"Remember it. I know you’re new to this, but I'm not gonna go easy on you. Anything you can't do, or anything that's too much for you, I expect you to use it. Now – any more questions?" Gibbs asked. Tony thought about it and then shook his head. "Good. I have some work to do – and so do you."

"I do?"

"Yup. Hands behind your back, close your eyes, and open your mouth."

Tony did as he was told, tentatively, wondering if he was finally going to get a glimpse of Gibbs's cock. He had never given oral sex to a guy before, and he wasn't sure he'd be very good at it, but he was eager to take Gibbs into his mouth and do his best.

A second later, something hard and rubbery was pushed into his mouth, and he almost gagged.

"Cock gag," Gibbs told him. "Breathe around it – you'll soon get used to it."

Tony would have liked to argue with him on that point, but he didn't get a chance because next thing he knew Gibbs had fastened the buckle and the cock gag was fixed tightly in place. Tony moved his head from side to side, like a cat trying to remove an unwanted collar.

Gibbs tapped his head firmly. "You can open your eyes."

Tony did so, immediately glaring at his dom. Gibbs just grinned at him.

"As you're gagged you won't be able to use your safe word."

It was all Tony could do not to roll his eyes in exasperation at Gibbs's constant harping on about the safe word he never intended to use.

"So, the non-verbal equivalent is this – three taps with your finger on my leg or arm," Gibbs told him, demonstrating.

Tony nodded. He didn't like the way the cock gag felt in his mouth, but he was damned if he was going to give in and use his word – or whatever the hell the non-verbal equivalent was. He reminded himself again that he was Gibbs's sub, and he’d agreed to give him control over his body, and he felt the warm glow of his own submission starting to flare in his belly again.

"Place is a bit dull," Gibbs told him. "Needs something to brighten it up. Your glowing red ass is it. What?" He grinned as Tony glared at him again. "I said I was gonna put you to work - this is it."

He got to his feet, put out a hand to pull Tony to his, and placed him firmly in the corner, gazing at the wall. Then he stood behind Tony and pushed on the butt plug embedded in his ass, making Tony swallow hard around the gag.

"Good boy. You just stand there and think about what you are."

Gibbs grasped Tony's burning butt cheeks in his hands and squeezed, and Tony gasped, the gag stifling his moan.

"And what you are, is mine," Gibbs purred in his ear. "Here, in the car, at work, out on a case, in the bedroom, in the basement – anywhere. Mine. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Just stand here and think about that."

There wasn’t exactly a lot else to do. Tony was naked, gagged, and staring at a wall. It was about the only thing he *could* think about in this situation. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the wall. He heard Gibbs move away and resisted the urge to peek at what he was doing over his shoulder.

Gibbs moved around the room, and Tony thought it sounded as if he was unpacking the stuff they'd bought earlier. He heard him go into the kitchen and then come back out again, and he strained his ears, listening. A second later he felt the hard leather of the strap thwap against his naked backside, making him jerk, and his eyes snap open.

"I told you to think about who and what you are – not listen to what I'm doing," Gibbs growled.

Tony sighed. How the hell had Gibbs known? Then again, he was Gibbs, so of course he'd known.

He rested his forehead against the wall again and tried to do what Gibbs had ordered. He was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was naked, his cock was semi-erect, and his ass was glowing. When he thought about his cock, it made him want to touch it, and the fact that he knew he couldn't just made it harden even more, until it was fully erect.

He longed to jerk off and knowing it was forbidden made him want to scream in frustration. He couldn't even do that because of the solid rubber gag in his mouth. It didn't hurt, but it was so damn uncomfortable. He had to breathe around it and swallow around it and it was just so *there* - constantly intrusive. The more he thought about the gag, the more intrusive it became. He hated the taste of the rubber in his mouth and the press of the phallus against the back of his throat, making him want to retch. He stood there miserably, his body shaking from the effort of not jerking off, not moving his hands and unbuckling the stupid damn gag, and not turning around, throwing the hated thing at Gibbs, and walking out.

A wave of sweat broke over his body. When he'd told Gibbs he could do whatever he liked to him, he’d had no idea that it would be this hard. He could have taken a beating from Gibbs's fists or a kicking much easier than this. This was too damn hard. Gibbs was demanding his submission, and he had naively thought that it would be easy to give it to him – hell, hadn't he given it to him every day at work these past eight years? Only now, he was finding he'd only touched the surface of that submission. True submission, the kind Gibbs was demanding right now, was much harder. Was it just because he was new to this, or would it always be this hard?

"Struggling?" Gibbs said softly in his ear.

Tony jumped – he hadn't heard him come up behind him. He nodded miserably.

"Then stop fighting. Give into it."

Tony wanted to yell at him that he was trying, but the gag made speech impossible, so he thumped his forehead against the wall in frustration instead. A second later, Gibbs's hand slid down and grasped his hard cock. Tony bucked into that welcome hand, loving the feel of it on his erection. Gibbs rested his other hand on Tony's hip, and Tony could feel the rough fabric of his pants rubbing against his own naked buttocks. Then Gibbs kissed his shoulder and began gently sliding his hand along Tony's cock.

God it felt good! Tony panted around the gag, thrusting his hips in time to the movements of Gibbs's hand. He was so close…so near to coming…it was such a welcome relief.

"Cardinal rule," Gibbs whispered in his ear. "You can’t come until I say. Hold it, Tony."

Tony gave a howl of sheer frustration and moved his head like an agitated horse. He tried to yell out a coherent "NO!", but it just sounded like he was a wild animal baying at the moon.

He thought about whether it would be worth breaking the damn rule just for the blessed relief of being able to come, but Gibbs seemed to read his thoughts.

"Punishment detail is tough," he purred into Tony's ear as he worked his hand steadily on his cock. "You'll lose the right to sleep on that mattress – and the right to a pillow and blanket. You'll sleep on the floor and live on basic rations – no coffee and definitely no donuts." Tony gave a little whimper at that. "You'll be disciplined every hour on the hour during the day – and I mean proper discipline – there's no chance you'll be sitting down comfortably while you're on punishment detail. You'll be gagged, and you'll do all the work around the house – wearing nipple clamps. Any down time you'll spend with your nose in the corner, or kneeling with your head on the carpet."

That treacherous hand continued its work, the firm, generous strokes completely at odds with what Gibbs was saying. Gibbs's other hand pressed the butt plug deep into his body, tagging that sweet spot inside and making white lights shoot behind Tony's eyes. Tony whimpered and struggled with himself. God, he wanted to come! He wanted it so much! But he really didn't want to be on punishment detail. It sounded horrible.

"No treats and no petting – unless I'm feeling generous," Gibbs continued. "And the length of your punishment detail will be at my discretion. Could be a day – or a week – or longer, if that's what you deserve."

Tony almost choked on the gag. He could feel every muscle in his body quivering with the effort of not coming. "Good boy," Gibbs said, stroking a hand down over his heaving flanks. "You're doing well. Now…hold that erection for me while you stand here."

He removed his hand, and Tony slumped against the wall, gasping for breath around the gag. He missed that expert hand, but he was glad it was gone. He had been on the brink – it had taken all his strength not to give in and come all over Gibbs's hand.

He stood there, trembling, like a wild colt in the process of being broken, exhausted after his first encounter with his new master. He had been out-ridden and outplayed, and he was suddenly dimly aware of what Gibbs had meant when he'd said that Tony had no idea what he was letting himself in for. Tony hadn't had the first clue that it would be this intense.

Tony gave a choking sigh as he struggled to come to terms with his new status. He was owned. Gibbs owned him now. Gibbs could gag him, and spank him, and thrust a plug up his ass, and forbid him to come, and he had no choice but to obey. He was Gibbs's sub – a pet, plaything, sex toy, and belonging…and he knew, without a shadow of doubt, that he didn’t want it any other way.

He sighed again, more happily this time, and began to relax. He stopped fretting about the hard rubber gag in his mouth and the equally hard rubber plug in his ass. And he stopped thinking about the urgency of his own needs, and his achingly stiff cock.

He belonged to Gibbs. That was all that mattered.

~*~

Gibbs went into the kitchen, made himself a cup of coffee, and then returned to the living room. He paused for a moment to enjoy the sight of his new sub's naked body. There was no doubt that Tony was a fine looking man; Gibbs admired the long, solid legs, and round, glowing bottom. He hadn't gone easy on Tony for his first spanking, but he hadn't gone too hard either, and Tony's bottom was a nice shade of pink that would slowly fade over the next few hours. Gibbs allowed his gaze to travel up over Tony's broad shoulders, noting the faint markings from that whipping last night. He also noted the way Tony was standing, head down, trembling, exhausted from his first taste of his own submission.

It had been a long time since Gibbs had taken a sub down, and he'd never trained a novice sub before – he hadn’t realised how good it would feel. He didn't remember feeling like this with either Jenny or Stan. Jenny had been a frustrating sub – she'd been the one who had first opened his eyes to the pleasures of this kind of sexual role-playing, and she'd schooled him to be the top *she* wanted. When he had started to find his feet, and discovered his own sense of what being sexually dominant meant, she'd become frustrated. She’d finally left him when she realised she couldn't manipulate him any more. That was Jenny – always topping from the bottom.

Gibbs sat down on the couch and picked up a file from a pile of paperwork on the coffee table. He opened it and scanned the words on the report.

Stan had been different. He had been the model agent and the model sub. In fact, nothing about Stan had been a challenge. He was just…easy. He had been a beautifully well behaved sub and a good man, but Gibbs had never felt that Stan truly belonged to him. Stan was the kind of sub who would go through his moves for any good top. Gibbs had enjoyed being with him, but it was never personal between them. Not like with Tony. Gibbs had realised that the minute he saw that other dom whipping Tony last night. That had felt so *wrong*. He wondered if it had felt wrong to Tony too.

Gibbs glanced over at his new sub speculatively and saw that Tony's body had relaxed. All the fight and uncertainty had gone out of him, and he looked much less agitated now. Gibbs glanced at the paperwork and then back at Tony again. He'd had no idea, when he brought this work home with him on Friday night, that he'd end up having a new sub to occupy his time instead.

Gibbs tried to concentrate on the report but instead his mind – and gaze – kept going back to Tony. It had been eight years since he’d last had a sub in his life, and he hadn't even realised he was missing it. Yet now that he had Tony standing there, nose pressed against the wall, gag strapped around his head and with that enticingly glowing bottom, Gibbs wondered how the hell he’d lived without it.

He'd had a few minor flings with women over the past few years – just regular flings, nothing kinky. He'd enjoyed the sex, but it hadn't exhilarated him, the way this did. He felt as if something that had been lying dormant inside him had suddenly been awoken, and it was filling him with an excited, vibrant energy.

He forced himself to concentrate on his work again, sipping his coffee as he read through the report. After an hour of silent work, he decided that his sub needed his attention, so he got up and went over to where Tony was standing. Tony must have been lost in a world of his own because he jumped when Gibbs cupped his heated ass cheeks.

"Hey – relax," Gibbs murmured, running his hands over Tony's body possessively. He finished up at his ass and pressed against the plug he'd put in Tony. It was a small one, but Tony wasn't used to being stretched, so Gibbs was sure that his sub was feeling it. He played with the plug, pushing it firmly into Tony's body and twisting it. He loved Tony's reactions - how he tried to stand still and take it while his body trembled at being touched.

God, how he longed to throw Tony down and thrust his cock into this tight hole, but he knew that wasn't an option. He didn't want the disappointment of claiming Tony if this wasn't going to be a permanent arrangement. He would only fuck Tony’s ass after he'd put his collar around his sub’s neck.

"Good boy," he murmured into Tony's ear. "I think you've earned a break. Here."

He unbuckled the gag from Tony's head, removed it carefully from his mouth, and threw it onto the coffee table. Tony gazed at him silently, and Gibbs looked at him in surprise. He had thought Tony would start talking – or complaining – the minute he was released from the gag, but actually he didn't say a word. He looked dreamy and kind of out of it. Gibbs realised that he was still deeply in his sub space.

"So that's how it works with you, huh?" he said quietly. It made sense – Tony was by nature a talkative man. Take that away from him, and it forced him to focus inwards – and Gibbs guessed that wasn't something Tony did that often.

Tony didn't reply to his question – he just continued gazing at him mutely. Gibbs put a hand on his shoulder and ushered him over to the couch. He clicked his fingers, and, gratifyingly, Tony immediately sank down onto his knees beside the couch – and then he put his head down and knelt there quietly, awaiting further orders. Gibbs felt his heart skip a beat; Tony's submission was one hell of a turn on.

"Close your eyes," Gibbs ordered.

Tony did as he was told, and Gibbs fastened a thick leather blindfold over his face and buckled it into place – there was no chance whatsoever that Tony could see around it. Gibbs caressed Tony's jaw lightly with his fingers.

"Gonna use your mouth, Tony. Open up."

Tony obeyed instantly, and his quick response made Gibbs's cock ache. He noted the way his sub's breathing hitched and his cock swelled in anticipation. Tony's eyes were hidden behind the blindfold, but his body language told Gibbs everything he needed to know. Gibbs undid his fly, and his cock sprang out eagerly. He stood in front of Tony and carefully guided his cock into his sub’s open mouth.

Tony was hesitant at first, which Gibbs expected as he'd never performed oral sex on a man before. Gibbs touched the side of his face to reassure him and then pushed his cock all the way into his mouth. Christ, it felt good! Tony's mouth was so warm and welcoming, and he loved the abject surrender in the scenario; Tony on his knees, blindfolded, and Gibbs standing over him, his hard cock thrust between Tony's lips.

"As this is your first time, I won't expect much," Gibbs told him. "I do expect you to learn fast though."

He pulled out a little way and then pushed back in, and Tony put his hands up to steady himself, reaching for Gibbs's hips in the process. Gibbs paused and drew back.

"Hands behind your back," he ordered. "Sit back on your knees. I'll do the work – you just keep your mouth open and take me. When I'm done, I'll come in your mouth, and you'll swallow. Safe gesture still applies – if you can't handle it, tap on my leg three times. Understand?"

Tony didn't reply. Gibbs tapped his head firmly.

"Understand?" he demanded. Tony nodded. "Good. Now, there are times when I'll want you to give me a damn good blowjob, with fancy swirls of your tongue - the full works. Then there are times, like now, when I'll just want to use your mouth. All you have to do stay in position and don’t scrape me with your teeth. You'll have to handle me hitting the back of your throat, and at some point you’ll have to learn how to deep throat, but not now. First time out, just kneel there and learn how to take me."

He fisted his hand in Tony's abundant hair to keep him in place, slid his hard cock into his sub’s mouth again, and began moving between his lips. He went slowly at first, sliding in and then out again with leisurely movements of his hips. He could see Tony choking a little as he went deeper with each inward thrust, but his new sub would have to get used to that.

He took his time, giving Tony a chance to become accustomed to how it felt. Then he sped up the pace, moving his hips faster, allowing his balls to slap the underside of Tony's chin with a satisfying little sound with each thrust. It felt so damn good to be standing here fucking his sub's mouth. Just the fact it was *Tony* he was thrusting into made all the difference. He loved how Tony was trying so hard to stay in position, hands behind his back, mouth open, allowing Gibbs to use him like this. There was something so exhilarating about having a naked, blindfolded, freshly spanked sub on his knees in front of him.

Gibbs gave a groan and released his grip on Tony's hair. He pressed his hands on either side of Tony's face instead, and he began pumping into him in earnest now. Tony's mouth felt so damn good around his aching cock. He felt the dominance flare through his veins as the realisation finally hit home; he had a sub.

He had a sub in his life after so long without. Not just any sub either, but the one sub he'd wanted for years and denied himself for so long. He had a sub to love, to dominate, and to protect. He felt a fierce surge of pride. Tony was his.

Tony was his.

The sense of joy and ownership sent him over the edge, and he came, pulsing out into Tony's mouth. He held Tony firmly in place as he ejaculated, coming harder and for longer than he had in years. He felt like an excited teenager, invincible and high on his own sexual prowess. He stood there for a moment, panting, looking down on his beautiful, blindfolded boy. Tony was swallowing hard - and then, without being asked, he began lapping at Gibbs's spent cock with his tongue to clean it. Gibbs relaxed his hold on Tony's face and stroked his head gently.

"That was good, Tony," he said softly. "Well done."

It was gratifying to see how Tony glowed so visibly upon being praised – but that gratification was tinged with sadness. Gibbs suddenly saw Tony more clearly than he ever had before. There was something so desperately eager to please about Tony, something so clearly reminiscent of the kicked puppy about him. Someone had hurt Tony once, he was sure of it, making this beautiful, funny, strong, independent man fundamentally unsure of himself. He wanted to go and slam his fist into whoever had done that to *his* boy. Gibbs was aware of that powerful protective streak of his kicking in. Whatever had happened to Tony in the past, he was his now, and he'd make damn sure that nobody ever hurt him again.

He withdrew from Tony's mouth, tucked his cock back into his pants, and zipped himself up. Tony knelt there, obediently, waiting for his next instruction. Gibbs kissed him affectionately on the forehead.

"Good boy. You just earned yourself some coffee. Stay there."

He went into the kitchen, made a cup of coffee for himself and his sub and then returned to the living room. He removed the blindfold and handed Tony his coffee.

"I’ve got some more work to do. When I'm done, we'll order takeout. It's late, and you've had a long day, so the choice of takeout is yours."

Tony gazed at him with that same wide-eyed, dreamy gaze, still lost deeply in his own submission. Gibbs tousled his hair affectionately, loving the way Tony leaned into the caress. Then he sat down again, pulled another file onto his lap, and began working.

An hour passed in companionable silence. Tony remained where he was, silently kneeling beside him. When Gibbs was finally done, he glanced at his sub.

"Okay – work's over for the day – and so is your training. You did good, Tony.”

Tony glowed again, and Gibbs gazed at him intently.

"That was a great start, DiNozzo," he said gruffly. "Now – feedback time."

Tony looked confused.

"Speak," Gibbs ordered. "I need to know how this works for you."

Tony opened his mouth and then closed it again with a sigh. Gibbs tapped his forehead firmly.

"Yeah, sub space can be addictive, but you can't stay there forever, Tony. Gotta come out of it now."

Tony cleared his throat. "Feels weird to be…speaking…" he whispered.

Gibbs nodded. Tony had been first gagged and then blindfolded – and both of those clearly worked for him. He decided to build up to a full sensory deprivation scenario with his sub.

"Didn't like the rubber gag." Tony made a face. "Tasted terrible, felt…intrusive."

Gibbs nodded. Tony might not have liked it, but it had definitely helped take him down into his sub space.

"Needed to prepare you for how it'd feel to have something else in your mouth," he said.

Tony grinned at him. "Now *that* did taste good," he said, his eyes glowing. Gibbs grinned back at his obvious enjoyment. "Why did you blindfold me though?" Tony pouted. "I wanted to see that massive, monster cock you boasted about earlier."

Gibbs slapped the back of his head for that, and Tony grinned even more widely. It was good to see him slowly emerging from sub space and getting back to being the smart-mouthed Tony that Gibbs was more familiar with.

"Could feel it though," Tony added. "Felt pretty damn big."

"It is. And you'll get to see it when you're collared – and not before.”

"Doesn't seem fair when you've seen me like this." Tony pouted, gesturing to his own naked body.

Gibbs laughed. "Don't remember promising that my sub's life would be *fair*."

Tony made a face. "Yeah, I'm figuring that out.”

"Anything you found really hard? Any times you felt close to saying your safe word?" Gibbs asked. Tony just grinned at him and winked.

"Hell no! It was all good once I figured out how to give it up and let you take charge. I'm still pissed about the not coming thing though. Maybe you could re-think that?" He looked at Gibbs with that puppy-dog expression of his.

"Forget it, DiNozzo," Gibbs retorted. "I've been able to resist that look for the past eight years, remember?"

Tony gave a pout so pronounced that it was comical, and Gibbs laughed out loud.

They ordered Chinese takeout, and Gibbs allowed Tony to get dressed in his sweatpants and tee shirt again while they ate. It was late, and they were both tired and hungry, so they ate in companionable silence. Then Gibbs decided that his sub deserved a reward. He didn't have a fancy TV, but, despite what his agents thought, he did own a DVD player. It was barely used, and he only had a handful of DVDs to play on it, but he gave Tony the choice of selection. Then they sat down on opposite ends of the couch to watch.

About ten minutes into the movie, Gibbs was aware that Tony suddenly seemed much closer. A few minutes later, he felt Tony's arm pressing against his arm and realised that their thighs were touching. Then, a little while after that, Tony's head came to rest on his shoulder. Gibbs didn't draw attention to Tony's need for closeness, and they sat that way for a long time.

Gibbs was surprised by how good it felt. He couldn't remember either Jenny or Stan making such shy, tentative attempts to elicit his affection. Jenny had just demanded whatever she’d wanted and taken it, and Stan had been a fairly reticent personality.

Sexually dominating his subs was second nature to Gibbs – but he couldn't remember much by way of simple physical closeness before. Maybe the problem was his. Walter had said he’d pushed both Jenny and Stan away by not being prepared to give them his whole self. Today, he had demanded that Tony fully submit to him, and now he realised that if he was going to do this properly then he had to be prepared to give something back.

He moved his arm, slowly, and wrapped it around Tony's shoulders. Tony responded so eagerly that it was almost pathetic. He unfurled and relaxed against Gibbs and then moved his head down, tentatively, glancing at Gibbs all the time from wary eyes. Gibbs moved his hand and settled back, curious as to where this was going. Tony put his feet up on the couch and then lowered his head onto Gibbs's lap, and lay there, stiffly, as if expecting to be pushed away, or maybe laughed at.

Gibbs felt that protective surge again, and he placed his hand gently but firmly on Tony's head and began smoothing his hair. Tony relaxed immediately and gave a contented little sigh. Gibbs gazed down on him, surprised. Tony wanted to be dominated – that much was clear – but he also wanted to be loved. And while he had reached the point where he didn't mind admitting the former, he was much more scared about his need for the latter. Who had made him this way, Gibbs wondered? He continued stroking Tony's hair gently, surprised by how much he was enjoying it. Maybe it was easier for them both to admit to wanting kinky sex than to admit that they also needed love.

Gibbs felt a fierce sense of affection for the man lying in his lap right now. He stroked Tony's shoulder, loving how Tony unfurled against him even more as he caressed him.

Gibbs forgot all his misgivings about taking a sub again after all this time. He forgot all his fears about how this would play out. He forgot the pain of the past – about all the losses he'd endured, and the grief that had almost ripped him apart.

Tony belonged to him now. That was all that mattered.

~*~

End of part six
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