Fic: Two Masters - 12/22

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Two Masters
By Xanthe
Part Twelve

Gibbs didn't release his grip on Tony's leash as he led him up the stairs and into the kitchen. Tony was still on a post-spanking high, lost in his sub space, and Gibbs didn't want to let him out of his sight right now.

Gibbs was also deeply in his own top space. He felt powerful, invincible, and totally in charge. He hadn't felt this energised in years. He was naturally dominant and expressed that in his everyday life, but there was always a part of himself that he had to rein back in. Being a 24/7 dom gave him a chance to really unleash that side of himself, and the sense of freedom was heady.

It helped to have a sub he was so compatible with. He'd learned a hell of a lot playing with Jenny and Stan and had gradually come to understand the kind of dom he was, and what he wanted from a sub. He'd come to the realisation that he needed a sub he would call his own – a 24/7 sub who could handle him and all his dominant intensity. Someone he didn't have to hold back with – someone who relished his dominance and didn't fear it or try to fight it. Neither of his two previous subs had been able to really give him that, and Gibbs had long ago come to the conclusion that there probably wasn't a sub out there who *could*.

Tony was a revelation to him. Gibbs wasn't sure why – it was obvious from the way they'd been playing at it for so long that these roles suited them. The long years of dancing around each other at work had made it easy for them to slip into these roles in their private lives. But even so, Gibbs hadn't expected it to be this natural, this simple, and this fulfilling. Tony might be a newbie, but he gave it up like a seasoned pro. Every time Gibbs demanded his surrender, Tony offered it to him so sweetly.

Gibbs glanced around the kitchen – it was clear he was going to have to bang in a hell of a lot more hooks all over the house. When he was in this kind of top space, he wanted to keep Tony close by and in bondage the whole time. He settled, in the end, for clipping Tony's chain to the towel rail. It wasn't perfect, but it just about worked.

"Ass out," he ordered, pushing Tony so that his face was against the wall.

Tony did as he was told, and Gibbs retrieved the lube from his pocket and slicked some onto his fingers. Then he spread the burning halves of Tony's ass and slid his fingers inside. He felt Tony tense a little, but he thought his sub was gradually getting used to the way Gibbs didn't ask, or hesitate; he treated Tony's body like he owned it – which he did.

Tony had tightened up a little since earlier, but he was still much looser than he had been. Gibbs slid the lubricant inside him; he could tell Tony was expecting him to immediately fuck him, but he wasn't ready yet. He had other plans for that. He finished up and then put the lube on the shelf next to where Tony was standing.

“That’s the last time I’m gonna lube you during the day,” he told his sub. “From now on, I expect you to keep yourself lubed and ready for whenever I want to fuck you. Only exception is first thing in the morning, before you get up. That’s the only time I’ll lube you. Now, keep your face to the wall," he ordered. "I want to see that glowing red ass while I work."

He squeezed the ass in question, loving Tony's little squawk and loving even more the way that heated flesh felt in his hands. His cock started to show some interest, and he grinned to himself. He'd gone two years without sex, and now he wanted it every five minutes. Then again, with a sub as beautifully responsive as Tony that was hardly surprising.

Gibbs made them both some sandwiches, put them on the kitchen table, and then unclipped Tony's chain from the rail. Tony moved to sit down at his usual place, but Gibbs shook his head, pointing at the floor instead. Tony looked startled at this new aspect of his training.

"Kneel beside me – I'll feed you," Gibbs told him. "Your ass will probably thank me for it."

Tony continued to give him with that big-eyed look, so Gibbs clicked his fingers impatiently. Tony sank immediately to his knees. That was so gratifying – it was some kind of in-built response his sub had – he hadn't even had to teach him that one.

Gibbs felt his cock stirring again in anticipation. He grabbed hold of Tony's trailing leash, wrapped it firmly in his hand, and then pulled Tony forwards and kissed him on the mouth. He was completely in his dominant headspace as he claimed his sub's lips, pushing them open, sinking his tongue into his mouth, and kissing him hard. Tony surrendered without any resistance at all, and Gibbs wondered if it was this easy because they were so compatible.

He released Tony and took a bite of his sandwich, grinning down at his sub. He didn't want to talk – and he could see that Tony didn't, either. His sub had a hazy, dreamy look in his eyes and was clearly still flying.

Gibbs knew Tony didn't like sharing food, so he held out a fresh sandwich to him. Tony took a bite, gazing up at his dom with that faraway look as he chewed. Gibbs felt his cock stirring again, and he opened his legs to get more comfortable, turning towards Tony as he did so. Tony was at crotch height, and his gaze fell on the bulge in Gibbs's pants. He glanced up at Gibbs with a questioning look in his eyes, and Gibbs answered it with a feral smile.

Gibbs continued to feed them both until they were done, keeping his hand wrapped in Tony's leash the entire time. He loved the power he could feel coursing through his veins as he fed his sub. It felt so intoxicating to have Tony at his mercy like this, and to know that Tony was as turned on by his dominance as he was turned on by Tony's submission. Tony complemented him so perfectly – each of them needing what the other could give.

Gibbs didn't take his eyes off his sub as they ate, and when they were done he gave Tony a drink and allowed him a moment to just kneel there. He could feel his cock straining against his sweatpants, but still he didn't say a word. He just sat there, legs wide apart, gazing down on Tony with that feral grin plastered to his face, considering what he was going to do next, and how much he was going to enjoy it.

Tony was uncharacteristically silent in response. He looked up at Gibbs, maintaining eye contact all the time, looking like a mouse trapped between a cat's paws, waiting for him to pounce.

Gibbs kept him waiting. He wanted his sub completely on edge. He could see that Tony's cock was hard again and felt a tiny twinge of sympathy for Tony's condition. To be that hard, for that long, with no chance of coming – well, that had to be hard for a guy. But at least Tony was obedient, and his body was starting to get the message about who owned it now.

They were silent for a long time, Tony kneeling there, and Gibbs sitting open-legged in his chair, his fist wrapped around Tony's leash, his gaze unfaltering as he looked down on his sub.

Then, without warning, Gibbs moved. He pulled on Tony's leash, forcing his sub to his feet. At the same time, he reached out with one arm and cleared the table, sending the plates and cups clattering to the floor. Gibbs didn't give a damn about them. The only thing he cared about right now was fucking his sub's red hot ass.

He grabbed Tony and swung him down onto the table on his back. Tony went with a little cry of surprise. Gibbs tore off his own tee shirt, and then took hold of Tony's legs and pushed them up, into the air, holding them wide apart.

"Just the right height," he said, grinning as he looked down on his startled sub. Tony was now lying on the table on his back, his legs open wide and resting on Gibbs's shoulders.

Gibbs removed his sweatpants, eager to release his aching cock. Then he spread Tony's warm buttocks, positioned his cock in Tony's hole, and entered him – hard. Tony gave another cry of surprise as Gibbs pushed into him with one mighty thrust, right up to the hilt. He pushed Tony's legs right back with his shoulders, and ended up looking down into his sub's wide green eyes.

God it felt good – but then it always felt good being inside Tony. His hole was stretched, tight and hot, around Gibbs's cock. Gibbs kept his hands on Tony's ass, loving the warmth of the newly spanked skin under his fingers.

He moved his hips back, watching Tony gasp at the sensation, and then he slammed back in. This wasn't a lazy fuck like this morning – this one was about pure dominance. He had just spent the morning pouring all his feelings for his new sub into building that post downstairs, and then he'd taken his time spanking him into the stratosphere. Now was the culmination of that – now it was time to claim his sub again and fuck him hard.

He slammed his hips back again, and he guessed he'd hit Tony's prostate because he saw a spike of pleasure in his eyes. Gibbs gave another grin; he removed his hands from Tony's butt cheeks and teased his nipples with his fingers instead.

Tony was gazing up at him like a gazelle gazing at a lion. That look was such a turn on. Gibbs thrust in again – and squeezed down hard on Tony's nipples with his fingers at the same time. He knew the combination of pleasure and pain worked for Tony from how he'd reacted the previous evening, and he was right. Tony's pupils dilated visibly as Gibbs squeezed hard on his nipples and hit his prostate at the same time with each inward thrust. He released Tony's nipples each time he withdrew and pinched them tightly each time he thrust back in again.

Tony was gasping, panting, and pleading with him, but Gibbs didn't think for a moment that he wanted him to stop. Even apart from the fact Tony hadn't said his safe word; it was obvious just from looking at him that Tony was having the time of his life.

Gibbs stepped up the pace, fucking Tony hard. Now he was going too fast to release his grip on Tony's nipples between thrusts. Now he just kept them held in a vice-like grip, as hard and unyielding as any clamp. Tony was screaming and moaning; the sweat was pouring off him, and his cock was rock hard. He put his hand down to rub it, but Gibbs shook his head.

"No hands. Don't want you touching yourself when I'm fucking you unless I say so. I like being the one who does that."

"Then do it!"

Gibbs shook his head. "Not yet. Come without being touched if you can – otherwise you'll just have to wait and see if I'll help you out."

"I hate you!" Tony yelled.

Gibbs laughed, and just kept on fucking him while Tony gazed up at him with that look of stunned pleasure on his face the entire time.

Gibbs took himself right to the edge of climax and then slowed back down again, remaining hard. Tony gave him a confused look as he withdrew, clearly surprised that he hadn't climaxed.

Tony mewled as Gibbs removed his harsh grip on his nipples, and Gibbs used the moment to his advantage. He grabbed Tony's leash and pulled him off the table, putting a hand under his arm to keep him steady.

He pushed him into the living room and threw him down over the back of the couch. He took a brief moment to admire how good Tony looked sprawled there, his legs wide open and his spanked buttocks glowing. The opening between them was dark, glistening, and inviting, enticing him to resume where he'd left off.

He did just that, sliding into Tony in one swift, long stroke. Tony's hands scrabbled for purchase on the worn cushions of the couch as Gibbs rode him relentlessly. Gibbs felt invincible as he thrust into his sub's body – showing it who it belonged to and subjecting it to his total mastery.

Tony was rubbing himself against the back of the couch, but Gibbs had no objection to that – if Tony got off then that was fine by him, as long as he stayed within the rules. His sub deserved it.

He loved looking down on Tony's smooth, golden back and loved the feel of Tony's firm skin under his fingertips. He kept a firm hold on Tony's hips, and gazed, transfixed, at the sight of his own cock sliding into and out of Tony's body in rhythmic thrusts. Tony was gibbering away beneath him, but Gibbs was lost inside his own top space. He had a strong, attractive sub to fuck, and Tony was taking it so beautifully.

Gibbs fought a battle with himself and won, stopping himself once again on the brink of completion and forcing himself back down. He could feel the sweat dripping down his face and onto Tony's back. He paused while still lodged deep inside Tony's body, giving himself time to recover. Then he slid out and pulled Tony up from the couch.

He swung an arm around his sub and pulled Tony in close, so that his naked body was pressed against his own. He could feel both their hard cocks pulsing together.

"You didn't come yet…?" Tony gasped. "Christ – you really are superhuman, Gibbs."

"Want to spend a long time inside you today, Tony," Gibbs hissed, lacing his hands behind Tony's back and keeping him pressed against him. "You're such a fucking turn on. Want to make good use of you."

Tony's face split into a broad grin. "You're doing that, Boss," he said, thrusting against Gibbs hopelessly. "Please let me get off too," he whispered. "I'm so close…every time you fuck me, it feels like I'm gonna explode. It's so good."

"It's gonna get better. I can keep this up for a lot longer. Think you can handle that?" Gibbs asked, looking into Tony's shining green eyes.

"I can handle it," Tony grinned. “Any time.”

"That what you think, boy?" Gibbs grinned back at him. "We'll see. What's your safe word?"

"Magnum, Boss."

"Okay – you remember that 'cause I'm a long way from being done with you."

His gaze moved from Tony's eyes to his enticingly full lips, and he angled his head in and claimed a deep kiss from them. Tony pushed up against him eagerly, but Gibbs held him in check. *He* was in charge, and his sub would learn who controlled him.

He pushed Tony back as he kissed him, one step at a time, until Tony had his shoulders pressed against the wall. Then Gibbs held his face in place and plundered his mouth in earnest. After several minutes of kissing, he dropped his hands down to Tony's hips. Then, without warning, in mid-kiss, he lifted Tony off his feet. Tony gave a startled shout as Gibbs shoved him up against the wall and held him there. Then Gibbs skewered him in place with his hard cock, entering him again with a powerful thrust.

Tony gave him a look of total astonishment, clearly shocked that Gibbs was strong enough to force him into this position and fuck him like this. Gibbs didn't care. He felt invincible right now – hell, having Tony as a sub was enough to make any dom feel superhuman.

He fucked Tony harder now, one shade short of brutal, loving the sounds of Tony's grunts as he fucked him into the wall. Tony's strong shoulders were braced against the hard surface, and Tony wrapped his legs around Gibbs's back as they fucked. They grinned at each other, insanely excited. This was more exhilarating than anything Gibbs had done with any other sexual partner, and he was pretty sure that Tony felt the same way.

He felt his breathing coming in hard pants and was glad he kept himself fit or there was no way he'd be able to do this. He slowed down again. Tony whimpered as the pace dropped, but Gibbs didn't want to finish this off here. He had someplace else in mind. He withdrew and lowered Tony to the ground, then grabbed his sub again and propelled him over to the couch.

This time he pushed Tony down on his back, so that he was lying full-length on the couch, legs wide open, waiting for him. Gibbs paused for the moment to enjoy the view. Tony's cock was leaking pre-come, and his hole was slick with Gibbs's own pre-come. It was too inviting; Gibbs longed to be buried in it up to the hilt again.

He moved down so that he was on top of Tony, entered him again in one smooth thrust, and then came to rest, fully inserted in his sub's body, with Tony's face directly beneath his. Gibbs loved the feel of his sub's hard, compliant body under his own. He smoothed Tony's hair away from his sweaty forehead and kissed him again.

Now he went slowly, each inward thrust drawing a little panting moan from Tony. He deliberately rubbed his body over Tony's hard cock with each stroke, giving Tony the friction he so desperately craved. They became locked into a rhythm, and Gibbs fucked Tony deep and slow, kissing his sub the entire time. He bit down lightly on that full lower lip and slid his tongue into Tony's mouth, exploring it thoroughly. Tony couldn't move – he was trapped under Gibbs's body. All he could do was lie there and let Gibbs fuck him into the couch.

Gibbs took his time, wanting to prolong this amazing fuck for as long as possible. Tony's mouth, Tony's body, Tony's warm tight hole, the scent of Tony, the taste of him, and the sight of him…Gibbs wanted to savour them all. Tony's body was his to explore, his to tame, and his to fuck. It belonged to him, and it opened up to his demands so sweetly.

The rest of the world ceased to exist. There was just him and his submissive. Gibbs moved languidly inside Tony, mastering him completely, taking his pleasure in him. Gibbs had never tested himself like this before. He had never tried to stay so hard, for so long, with this degree of stimulation. He felt himself reaching a new level of dominance. Now *he* was flying, completely lost in the sensation of making love to his sub.

"Come with me, Tony. Come for me – now…come…" He gave another couple of long, slow thrusts, his naked body sliding over Tony's cock. Tony's eyes were glowing in amazed pleasure.

"Please…oh…please…" he whimpered incoherently.

Gibbs felt Tony's come spurt out onto both their bellies, warm and sticky. At that precise moment, Gibbs allowed himself to go over the edge too, and he shot his load with a bellowing shout. Gibbs wasn't sure if it was a result of the length of time they had been making love, or his own sense of heady dominance, but he came longer and harder than he ever had before. He spurted out, over and over again, deep inside Tony's body, growling out his orgasm throughout, head back, roaring loudly like a victorious lion.

Then it was over. He rested his head on Tony's chest, hearing the harsh rasping sound of his own breathing. Tony rested his hands on Gibbs's back, still moaning softly to himself.

Gibbs wasn't sure how long they lay there, his cock still buried deep inside Tony's hole. It could have been hours, but he didn't want to move. This had been so incredible that he wanted to stay in the moment for as long as possible. He guessed that Tony felt the same way, judging by how he was looking at him with a combination of awe and adoration etched on his features. Gibbs was sure the expression on his own face was pretty similar.

"That was…" Tony sighed.

"I know."

"I've never…"

"Me neither."

"Didn't know it was…"

"No."

"Can't believe it."

"Yeah."

"Incredible."

"Uh-huh."

“God I love you, Jethro…” A wince passed across Tony’s face. "Sorry…shouldn’t keep saying that…sappy stuff…"

Gibbs held his head firmly, making Tony look at him. "You can say it all you want, Tony. It's okay."

"Never found it easy to say to anyone before, even Jeanne. Always felt kinda dumb - sappy and needy – but around you it just keeps slipping out, and I don't mean it to but…"

Gibbs silenced him by pressing his mouth to Tony's lips and kissing him slowly, gently, and deeply, hoping the action conveyed more than words could ever say.

~*~

Tony was so wrung out from that marathon sex session that the rest of the day passed in a kind of a haze. He was dimly aware of them taking a long, slow shower, and of Gibbs getting dressed again. Then he followed Gibbs around the house while his dom banged in hooks seemingly everywhere - in ceilings and walls in every room in the house. Tony thought he remembered eating a Chinese takeout on the couch in front of a DVD. Then he just stretched out, exhausted, his head in Gibbs's lap, gazing blankly at the TV screen.

Gibbs stroked his hair, and Tony looked up at him, still in a kind of shock. He'd never known sex like he'd experienced today. It was as if Gibbs had fucked him all the way down to his soul. His body ached all over. He could feel the scratches on his back from where Gibbs had fucked him against the wall, and the bruise marks on his hips from where Gibbs had fucked him over the back of the couch. His nipples were sore, his ass was tender from the spanking, and his hole ached from being so well stretched – but he loved every single ache and pain.

He didn't protest when Gibbs dragged him off to bed at some far too early hour. He just got into the bed and offered up his hands for Gibbs to buckle his wrists into the soft leather cuffs that hung from the bed post.

Gibbs clipped his collar to the chain that was also attached to the bed post, and Tony rolled onto his side in his bondage, feeling like he was exactly where he wanted to be.

He felt Gibbs get into the bed behind him. Then the lights were turned off, and Gibbs pressed up against him in the darkness.

His dom held him close, and Tony closed his eyes. This shouldn't feel so good. He couldn't get his head around it. Surely this couldn't end well? Usually whenever the word 'love' was raised in any relationship he'd been in, it was the beginning of the end. Tony had never been comfortable either offering the sentiment or hearing it – so why was this so different? He wasn't sure, and he was too tired to think about it, so he just closed his eyes and fell fast asleep.

He slept for ten hours straight and was woken by the now familiar sensation of Gibbs opening up his butt cheeks and sliding his hard cock between them. He hissed a little as Gibbs went in – all that fucking had loosened him up, but it had also rubbed him sore in places too. The burn soon went away though, and he lay there, feeling boneless and content as Gibbs fucked him lazily into consciousness.

Tony didn't care that his hands were bound, and he couldn't reach his cock to bring himself off. There was something so peaceful about allowing Gibbs to pump into him while he just enjoyed the ride.

They passed Sunday much like the previous day, and Tony realised he had spent pretty much the whole weekend his own sub space. He was loving it so much that he didn't want it to end, and he started to feel anxious about what would happen when they went back to work the next day.

After lunch, Gibbs took Tony down into the basement and clipped him to the wall again. Tony watched as Gibbs began work on some new project.

"You're quiet," his dom said a couple of hours later. “Usually you like to talk at me when I’m working.” He stepped back to survey his handiwork. Tony had no idea what this one was – it looked nothing like anything you'd need on a boat, but it was also nothing like the St Andrew's Cross, either.

"Hmmm," Tony replied. "What *is* that you're working on there, Boss?"

"Spanking bench."

"How many things do you need to tie me to just to spank my ass?"

Gibbs grinned at him. "Helps to have some variety. Besides, I like making stuff for you."

Tony hadn't viewed it that way. "How does it work?"

Gibbs beckoned him over, and Tony unclipped himself and approached the new device apprehensively.

"You place your knees here…" Gibbs helped him put his knees onto two little shelves, and then propelled his body forward so that it was resting on the beam. This had the effect of raising his ass high in the air and forcing his head down. "I'll add some restraints so you can't move. Good thing about this one is that when I'm done spanking you, I can fuck you while you're still tied to it," Gibbs pointed out.

Tony gave a shiver of anticipatory pleasure at that thought.

"But not now," Gibbs laughed, hauling him back. "It's not finished for a start, and I don't have the materials to finish it, either. It needs padding or it'll be uncomfortable – to say nothing of the splinters."

"Hmmm." Tony gazed at the bench, lost in thought. Gibbs tapped his forehead.

"What's going on, Tony?"

"Nothing," Tony shrugged, walking back towards his cushion on the floor and his now familiar bondage.

He was startled, a second later, when a firm arm went around his waist, and an equally firm hand began laying swats on his ass. Gibbs spanked him – hard - a few times, then released him and swung him around. Tony rubbed his sore ass.

"What was that for?"

"What's rule number two?" Gibbs demanded.

"Don't lie to you," Tony muttered.

"Then don't damn well lie to me. Now what's going on?"

"I was just thinking about work. How's that gonna be now, Gibbs?"

Gibbs raised a confused eyebrow. "No different to how it was last week, Tony."

"But…" Tony wasn't sure he could explain it. Gibbs might have spent the week training him, but nothing could ever have prepared him for how he felt now that Gibbs had collared him and fucked him. It changed *everything* in some deep, subtle way that he couldn't put into words.

"I just…what we've been doing…it's…" He floundered. Last week he felt as if he'd just been playing at it, but now it had become real. He had no idea if he could go back to being work Tony again after being *this* Tony. "How can I be your sub at work and not be your sub like *this*," he said at last, gesturing at his naked body, the chain on the wall, and the half-finished spanking bench. "I want to be this all the time, and that's not gonna happen."

"You'll be fine," Gibbs grinned at him. "You're deep in your own sub space this weekend, Tony, but you'll come up again when you get back to work. Habit and routine will kick in. Just remember that I own your ass now, and if I want to fuck you in the elevator, or the van, or the men's room, then I will."

"Trust me, that's not the problem," Tony said, with a wry grin. "The fucking is definitely never a problem. But you said that once you fucked me, you wouldn't give me up easily, and you said this was a 24/7 deal…" Tony trailed off.

"So?" Gibbs frowned.

"Does that mean I live here now?" Tony asked. "Or are you gonna send me back to my apartment? I mean, I'm running low on clothes and…"

Gibbs silenced him with a glare. "Tony – when I said 24/7 I meant it, and there's no way in hell I'd tolerate having to *phone* my sub in the middle of the night when I want to feel his mouth around my cock. So yeah, you're living here now. You have a problem with that?"

Tony heaved a sigh of relief. "No. Just…usually people date for awhile before moving in together."

Gibbs shrugged. "So? That's people – not us. What we have is different. You're my sub – no point keeping a 24/7 sub if you can't fuck him when you're in the mood."

Tony chewed on his lip, gazing at his dom thoughtfully.

"What now?" Gibbs sighed.

"Just…me and you, we're both commitment-phobes…" he began. Gibbs raised an eyebrow. "Oh come on – you so are! I don't care how many damn times you've been married, there's a reason why they all left you."

He was surprised to see the little wince cross Gibbs's face. He thought he knew all the man's sensitivities by now – and God knows there weren't many – but he was wrong.

"They did all leave you, didn't they?" Tony asked quietly. "You didn't leave them."

"Nope. I didn't leave them." Gibbs shook his head moodily.

"And Stan?"

"Yeah – he left too. They all left, and they were right to leave. And yeah, they left because I didn't commit to any of them – no matter how many rings I pushed on fingers. I wasn't ever really in any of those relationships."

"Because of…" Tony hesitated. This was the most vulnerable of Gibbs's sensitivities – and the only one that truly mattered to his dom. He knew that. "Shannon and Kelly?" he asked tentatively.

Gibbs stared at him. He looked as if he was struggling with the answer to that one.

"I'm not prying," Tony said hastily. "Just…it seems to me that if you and I…if what we have here is real…I need to know that I'm not like one of your ex-wives, or Stan. I need to know you're as in this as I am."

Gibbs shook his head, laughing softly. "Hell, Tony, you don't even need to ask that question," he said ruefully. "What I've got with you is more real than anything I've had in eighteen years. You and me – commitment isn't an issue here. Not for me anyway. You?"

"No." Tony shook his head thoughtfully. "Seems weird to say it, but no. I've never lived with anyone else, Boss – not as anything more than a roomie. This should be freaking me out, but it isn't. I just needed to know where I stood."

"Yeah – you did, and it's right you asked. We'll figure it out at work as we go along. As for your clothes - we'll go over to your place tomorrow evening and get everything you need."

"What happens to my apartment? I mean, this has all been pretty quick, and…"

"Just leave it," Gibbs shrugged. "No need for you to make any big decisions now. You move in here – you live here – and we'll see how it goes. I know this is all new, and you might feel happier knowing you have a bolthole."

"Hope I won't need one." Tony grinned.

Gibbs was serious as he moved in close though. "Don't want to pressure you, Tony. I want my sub to be here so I can fuck him, but I know that's a lot to handle. I know *I* can be a lot to handle. You ever need space, you tell me, and we'll figure something out."

"Oh, I don't think the fucking is going to be the problem, Jethro," Tony said quietly. "The problem is gonna be me and my never-ending ability to screw things up."

"Hey – I've been divorced three times – don't talk to me about screwing things up," Gibbs grinned. "Let's just take it one day at a time. Yes?"

"Yes, Boss!"

Tony surrendered happily as Gibbs pulled him close and kissed him. Then Gibbs released him and returned to his half-finished wood-working project.

“Hey Jethro!” Tony called him back. “For the record – I’ve never had any trouble handling you."

"Is that so?" Gibbs raised an amused eyebrow.

"Yeah, I've been handling you for eight years,” Tony smirked.

Gibbs laughed. “And doing a damn good job of it too, Tony."

~*~

Gibbs went easy on his sub for the rest of the weekend, as they were both wiped out by all the truly fantastic sex. Gibbs was astonished by how easy it had been. He'd expected more problems, especially as Tony was a newbie, but it had all been so simple.

He hadn't anticipated that the sex would be so good, or that he'd like having Tony around as much as he did. He'd expected Tony would be high maintenance, but he wasn't. Gibbs was starting to realise just how much Tony had always put on a performance simply to get his attention. Now that he had it, he was much more laid-back.

Gibbs didn't have any of Tony's anxieties about going back to work. He didn't over-think situations, the way Tony did; there was no point looking for problems where none existed.

They were both so exhausted that they went to bed early. Gibbs finished up in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom to find that his sub was already fast asleep. Gibbs's heart skipped a beat. He had a beautiful, naked, collared submissive tied up in his bed. If someone had told him about this a couple of weeks ago, he'd have slapped them upside the head.

He got in beside Tony, wrapped his arms around him, and held him tight. Tony was dead to the world and didn't even murmur. Gibbs kissed the back of his sub's neck, thinking about Tony's various declarations of love. Gibbs had never found it easy to say those words, even to Shannon. He felt the emotion, but the words always got stuck in the back of his throat. They seemed too big to say, but too small to sum up how he felt.

He kissed his sub's shoulder. "Love you too, Tony," he muttered.

He was glad that Tony wasn't awake, so he couldn't hear how paltry the words sounded.

~*~

Tony didn't want to get up the next morning. He didn't want to leave the hazy peace of sub space behind and return to work. He lay in bed, still in his bondage, enjoying the last few moments before he had to put this amazing weekend behind him.

Gibbs had fucked him awake as usual, and his thighs were sticky with the semen that was gently seeping out of his ass. He liked the way his hole still throbbed from taking his dom's big cock, and the sense of sexual satisfaction thrumming through his veins.

Gibbs was singing loudly and tunelessly in the shower. Tony closed his eyes and dozed off to the sound. He didn't want to move. He didn't want to venture back into a world where he had to be anything other than Gibbs's naked, compliant sub.

Gibbs returned to the bedroom a few minutes later, drying himself. Tony rolled onto his side and watched his dom getting dressed. Gibbs finished up and glanced at him.

“I’m leaving. You should get your lazy ass moving, or you’ll be late," he said, bending over to kiss Tony's hair.

"Like I'd dare. My boss has this weird time management obsession." Tony grinned.

"Yeah, and also he doesn't like excuses.” Gibbs glared down at him meaningfully.

"So you don’t think he’d go for; ‘I'm late 'cause my dom was taking so long fucking me into the mattress this morning’?" Tony smiled sweetly.

Gibbs rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Well, I don’t know, Tony. But you’re the one who keeps boasting that you can handle this bastard boss of yours, so if you want to go ahead and try that one out then be my guest.”

Tony groaned. “On it, Boss.” He sat up and began unclipping his collar from the chain tethering him to the bed. “Hey – Boss!” He called Gibbs back as he got to the door. “Can I wear my collar to work?”

Gibbs shook his head. “Nope. Too obvious.”

“But Abby wears a different collar every day!” Tony protested.

“Abby’s a Goth – she’s always had eccentric dress tastes. You haven't. Besides, the collar's private – it's between you and me, nobody else."

“But Boss…”

“I said no, Tony. Now, get your ass up and get dressed because I can promise you something a hell of a lot worse than a time management class if you’re late this time.”

“Yes, Boss,” Tony sighed.

He showered, shaved, cleaned his teeth, and then surveyed the collar on the nightstand regretfully. A thought occurred to him: Gibbs’s objections had been to do with the collar showing – but supposing he could fix it so that it didn’t?

He pulled out his sharpest suit – the grey pinstripe with the waistcoat – and the high collared white shirt and extravagantly full grey silk tie that he liked to wear with it. This was his special occasion outfit – it was the one he’d worn to work the day he’d hoped to go up to Stillwater with Gibbs to meet his dad. Okay, so Gibbs hadn’t let him go on that trip that day, but Tony hadn’t known that when he got dressed.

Tony buckled his black leather collar around his throat, relieved to have it back where it belonged, and then he pulled on his white shirt and buttoned it up. It was tight, but it did cover the collar completely. You could just about make out the outline of the collar through his shirt, but when he knotted the grey silk tie over it you couldn’t see it at all.

“Hey presto!” Tony pulled on the rest of his outfit and admired himself in the mirror. “Not bad, Anthony,” he mused. At least this way he got to wear the collar *and* look pretty damn fine into the bargain. He looked at himself intently. He was different now. He might look the same, but when he went in to work today it would be as a collared sub. His whole life had changed in the course of one weekend.

He arrived at work with two minutes to spare – to find that Gibbs had already gone into a meeting with Vance. He had, however, left a long list of tasks on Tony’s desk which he wanted completed by the time he returned.

Tony worked on them for a couple of hours and then took the elevator down to Abby’s lab, whistling to himself as he went. Abby turned to glance at him as he entered, turned back to her work station, and then twirled around again and did a double take.

“Oh my God!” she breathed.

“What?” Tony put his hand up to touch his tie. She couldn’t possibly see the collar underneath his shirt, could she?

“You, Tony!” She stared at him, a curious expression on her face. “Did you have plastic surgery over the weekend?”

“What? No!”

“You sure?” She came over and peered at him suspiciously.

“Definitely! I spent the weekend doing something much more fun than that.” He winked at her, and she laughed out loud.

“So that’s it! I knew it was something! You’ve been having hot sex all weekend, haven’t you, Tony?”

“Yes, Abby, I have.” He didn’t even try to hide the smug expression on his face.

“Not just hot sex – the best sex of your entire life! Nobody looks that good unless it was really incredible, mind-blowing, swinging-from-the-chandelier type sex!”

“There were no chandeliers.” He grinned. “But you’re right about all the rest.”

“Tony!” She launched herself at him for a hug. “I’m so happy for you! It’s about time you found someone who’s right for you. You’re too nice to be alone. Well, annoying too, but mainly nice. Oh…wait…what’s this…?” She traced her fingers around the collar of his shirt and prodded at it. “Are you wearing a collar, Tony?”

“Well yeah – that’s my shirt collar,” he deflected quickly. “So – are you nearly done with the evidence for the McElroy case? ‘Cause that’s due in court soon and...”

Abby thumped his arm. “No, are you wearing a collar *under* your shirt collar, Mister? I think you are. Here, let’s see it.” She began tugging at his tie.

Tony gave in with a sigh – he knew Abby, and he knew there was no way she was going to let this one pass. “Okay – but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone.”

“Oh right – who am I gonna tell? Gibbs?” Abby smirked.

Tony grimaced. “Don't tell *anyone* – but definitely not Gibbs.” He pulled his tie open and undid the top buttons of his shirt so she could see the collar.

“Oh man, that’s one beautiful collar. Your top must really love you, Tony! Feel the leather…it’s so soft!” She ran her fingers over it appreciatively. “Now, don’t deny that you have marks on your wrists from the handcuffs *this* time,” she said reprovingly.

Tony pulled up one of his shirt sleeves a fraction and glanced at the faint red mark on it. Abby grinned.

“Knew it! Wow – this chick must be GOOD if she’s got you wearing her collar to work. What’s the penalty for taking it off, Tony? As bad as the penalty for buttoning up your shirt that time to hide those bite marks?”

“Uh…no. I mean…that is, I’m not supposed to be wearing the collar to work, Abs,” Tony confided.

“And if your top finds out she’s gonna have your ass, isn’t she?” Abby asked sympathetically.

Tony winced. “Let's not even talk about it.”

Abby raised an eyebrow. “Yikes, Tony, you really do like living dangerously.”

“I know,” he sighed.

“I love it!” Abby clapped her hands together excitedly. “You wanted to wear her collar so much that you risked it? Wow! She’s got you looking ten years younger and acting like the most lovestruck of subs – she must be one hell of a good top, Tony.”

“She is.” Tony grinned. “She really is.”

“Who is what, DiNozzo?” a voice said behind him, and he quickly buttoned up his shirt and straightened his tie.

“Uh, nobody…nothing, Boss!” he said hastily, shooting a glance at Abby. She nodded and zipped her fingers across her lips. “Just…talking to Abby about the McElroy case. It was on your list of things for me to check up on.”

Gibbs sauntered past him and then stopped, and, like Abby, did a double take. Tony held his breath. He was sure the collar wasn’t visible, but even so, Gibbs had eyes like a hawk.

“You going to a wedding, DiNozzo?” Gibbs asked, looking him up and down.

“No, Boss.”

“Celebrating some other occasion?” Gibbs raised an eyebrow.

Tony grinned at him. “Just happy to be alive, Boss. It’s a fine day,” he said, beaming at his dom. Gibbs rolled his eyes and turned back to Abby, handing her a caf-pow.

“So where are we on the McElroy case?” he asked her. “It’s going to court in a couple of weeks, and I want the forensics to be watertight. The entire case hangs on your evidence, Abby.”

“I know, and I’ve gone over everything, like, fifty times, Gibbs!”

“Well – make it fifty-one.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. If it had been anyone else but Abby, Tony knew he’d have felt a surge of jealousy. But it was impossible to be jealous of Gibbs’s relationship with Abby. She was like the grown-up daughter that Kelly had never had the chance to be, and he knew that Gibbs loved her in exactly that way.

Abby made a face. “I hate it when I have to wear that stupid court suit.”

“I know – but take a leaf out of Tony’s book – he seems to love dressing up. C’mon, DiNozzo, we have work to do.”

He made an impatient gesture with his head and began walking in the direction of the elevator. Tony waggled his eyebrows at Abby and then ran to catch up.

“Hey, Gibbs!” Abby called after them. Gibbs turned. “Did you have plastic surgery over the weekend?” she asked.

Gibbs looked completely and utterly bemused. “What?”

“Nothing. Maybe I’ve been drinking too many caf-pows.” She put the drink down as if it was poison. “Or maybe there's some kind of rejuvenating element in the Navy Yard water. I should run some tests,” she mused to herself, already oblivious to their presence.

Tony grinned and followed Gibbs into the elevator. It had barely started to lurch upwards when Gibbs slammed his hand on the emergency stop button and turned to Tony with a look of intent in his eyes.

Tony took a step back, and then another, until he was pressed up against the wall of the elevator. Gibbs couldn't possibly see the collar showing under his shirt – could he? Gibbs gave him one of his predatory grins, then reached out, grabbed Tony’s tie, and pulled him towards him. Tony gave a squeak of terror, certain that Gibbs knew about the collar - but then Gibbs flipped him around and thrust him face forwards against the mirror.

“I want you to watch me fucking you,” he said, nuzzling the hair on the back of Tony’s head. Tony breathed a sigh of relief. Gibbs reached around and undid his belt, then his fly. He yanked Tony's pants and boxers down forcefully, releasing his hardening cock. “Hope you remembered to keep yourself lubed for me,” Gibbs purred in his ear.

“I did, Boss!"

Tony placed his hands on the mirror to brace himself, and then he watched their reflections as Gibbs undid his own fly. A second later, he felt that monster cock being pushed into his hole, and he gave a little panting gasp. He was getting used to taking it into his body, but even so, it still made his eyes water a little as it went in.

He could see the look of pleasure and concentration on Gibbs’s face reflected in the mirror as he sheathed himself completely in Tony's body. Tony was even more fascinated by his own reflection. He was moaning softly, looking more wanton and sexual than he was used to seeing himself. This must be how Gibbs saw him, and his cock swelled in appreciation at that thought.

He watched as Gibbs began fucking him with slow, even thrusts that hit his prostate every single time. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to all the fireworks that went off in his nerve-endings when Gibbs fucked him like this. Gibbs always seemed to know how to angle his big cock in order to set off the sparks in Tony's body. Tony desperately wanted to take his own leaking cock in his hand, but he knew that was forbidden.

“Please, Boss!” he begged, and then he nearly laughed out loud as he saw himself in the mirror, pleading so pathetically. Christ, he looked an idiot! No wonder Gibbs found him so amusing half the time. His face was flushed, there were little beads of swear forming along his hairline, and he was licking his lips eagerly as Gibbs picked up his pace. "Please…please…please…” Tony whimpered frantically.

Gibbs looked straight at him in the mirror. “Yeah, Tony? You want something?”

“You gotta let me…please touch me!” Tony begged. “Please, please touch me! Bring me off, Boss…I’m dying here…Touch me…touch me…touch me…please...”

It was almost comical to watch himself begging, and Gibbs’s reaction in the mirror. Gibbs continued his effortless thrusting, and then, just when Tony thought it was too late, he felt his top’s firm hand wrap around his cock. Tony gave a hoarse shout of pleasure and started bucking eagerly into that hand. Gibbs rode him hard, caressing his cock equally hard at the same time. Tony couldn’t believe how debauched he looked as he writhed in sexual ecstasy under Gibbs’s forceful touch.

Then he was coming – he’d never watched himself come before, and he gazed at himself in fascination. His face was contorting, and his mouth was opening and closing but no sound was coming out. Then it was over. He came in Gibbs's hand and then slumped forward and rested his head against the cool surface of the mirror. Gibbs pumped into him a few more times, and then he reached his own orgasm, making that low, familiar roar of pleasure.

They stood there, panting together for a minute or two, and then Gibbs withdrew. He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up, then reached down and pulled Tony’s pants and boxers up for him. Tony fastened his fly, his hands shaking in the aftermath of his orgasm. Shit - that had been hot. Gibbs took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped Tony's come off his hand. Then he glanced around the elevator to make sure that it was clean.

Tony finished zipping himself up and resumed his place at Gibbs’s side, staring up at the numbers above the elevator door. They both looked completely innocent, like nothing had just happened. If it wasn’t for the grin on Gibbs’s face, and the happy glow in Tony’s eyes, there would be no clue at all.

“Oh – just one more thing, Tony.” Gibbs turned to glance at him.

“Hmmm?” Tony was still lost in a post-orgasmic haze.

Gibbs moved so fast that Tony didn’t have a chance to stop him. He swiped Tony's tie open and undid the top few buttons of his shirt, revealing his collar.

“Y’know, I could have sworn I told you not to wear this.” Gibbs raised an eyebrow.

Tony made a face. “Sorry, Boss. I just, that is, I thought that…oh damnit – I’m busted. I have no excuse. How the hell did you know?” he asked, as he did up his shirt and knotted his tie again. “Did you see it when you were fucking me?”

Gibbs grinned. “Nope – knew the minute I walked into Abby’s lab and saw you wearing that fancy outfit."

"The collar doesn't show, Boss – I made sure of that. Look – see." He half turned and gestured at himself in the mirrored elevator wall.

"Yeah – you're a smart boy – you can’t see the collar under it," Gibbs agreed. He snapped his hand back on the emergency button, and the elevator lurched back into life.

“But you’re gonna punish me for disobeying you anyway, aren’t you?” Tony sighed.

Gibbs shot him one of his completely feral grins. “Oh yeah. You bet your ass I am. I’ll see you in interrogation room one at three p.m.”

“Three? That’s hours away!” Tony didn't like the idea of having to wait that long to find out what his punishment would be.

“I know.” The doors opened, and Gibbs turned to glance at him before he got out. “It’ll give you a nice long time to sit and think about your fate.”

And with that he strode away, chuckling to himself.

Tony made a face after him, but he was grinning to himself as he walked back to his desk. He was being kept well fucked, and he was loving every single second of it. There was something about Gibbs's sexual dominance that turned him on like crazy, and his own sexual submission came as easy to him as breathing. Surely it shouldn’t be *this* easy?

He sat down at his desk, clicked onto his emails – and froze.

The name leapt out at him: D. Grasso. And the subject line was "Five Weeks".

"No reply to my last email. Don’t think you can ignore me. I’ll be back in five weeks. You won’t be able to ignore me then.”

Tony glanced over at Gibbs, who was sitting at his desk reading through some paperwork. He could print out the email, take it over there, ask Gibbs to go into the conference room and explain the whole damn thing to his dom – but he wasn't ready to do that. Christ, what kind of basket case would Gibbs think he'd taken on if he told him about that whole fucked up deal with Grasso? What he had with Gibbs was too new and too good for him to screw it up so soon after it had started.

Tony clicked on the 'delete' button. Five weeks – that was a long time. He'd figure out a way to deal with it by then.

~*~

End of Part Twelve
Two Masters - Part Thirteen