Fic: Two Masters - 16/22

[xanthefic]

Two Masters
By Xanthe
Part Sixteen

Tony was stiff when he woke. It was dark outside, but a lamp was glowing on the side table, and at some point Gibbs must have slid out from under him, as Tony could hear him moving around in the kitchen. Tony couldn’t believe how long he’d slept and how tired he’d been.

“You awake? Good.”

Gibbs returned to the living room with a tray full of food. Tony eyed it suspiciously. Usually they ordered take out, but Gibbs seemed to have actually cooked a meal – involving what appeared to be copious amounts of vegetables.

“Eat. It won’t kill you,” Gibbs chuckled, seeing the look on his face.

Tony sat up and ate slowly, wondering when Gibbs was going to do that thing he’d told him about. The thing he’d find hard to take. So far, Gibbs had just been kinda nice to him – which wasn’t *Gibbs*, and wasn’t what Tony deserved right now, so he was confused. He suspected that whatever “it” was, would take place after they’d eaten.

He therefore wasn’t surprised when Gibbs returned to the living room after he’d cleared their plates away and gestured with his head in the direction of the back yard.

“With me.”

So this was it. Finally. Tony had no idea what it could be. He gave Gibbs a grim nod and got up and followed his dom to the back door. Maybe Gibbs intended for him to sleep out here tonight. It was cold – but then again Gibbs had told him he wouldn’t like it, and he definitely didn’t like the idea of spending a night outdoors, naked, at this time of year.

"Here." Gibbs removed Tony's wrist and ankle cuffs and chains, much to Tony's surprise, leaving him in just his collar, with the leash hanging from it. Then Gibbs surprised Tony even more by stripping off his own clothes and leaving them in a pile by the door. Tony stood there, uncertainly, wondering what the hell was going on. Gibbs gestured with his head towards the yard. "Follow me."

“Is the yard secluded?” Tony hesitated in the doorway, aware of his own nudity.

Gibbs grinned. “Nobody can see ya. Or me.”

Gibbs walked out into the yard, and Tony followed him around the corner of the house to a…hot tub. There was a head of steam rising up out of it, and it looked warm and inviting. Tony looked at it, and then at Gibbs, as if his dom had gone insane.

“You have a hot tub? You? That doesn’t compute, Boss. It’s kind of like McGee having a hot girlfriend. You and hot tubs really don’t go together.

Gibbs laughed. “Made it myself. Get in.”

He climbed into the tub and gazed at Tony expectantly.

“Wasn’t a request, Tony. I want to play with my sub.”

Tony was even more confused now. He climbed into the tub and gave a satisfied groan as the warm water soothed his aching muscles. Gibbs fastened Tony’s leash to the handle of the tub, meaning that Tony was effectively tied in place. Then he straddled Tony and began gently playing with his body.

He swept his fingers over Tony’s chest, teasing his nipples lightly. Then he leaned down and kissed Tony’s collar bone.

“What are you doing?” Tony asked, gasping as Gibbs went lower and sucked a nipple gently into his mouth.

“Playing with you. Like I said.”

Tony stiffened. Gibbs drew back, one eyebrow raised.

“Your body belongs to me, Tony. I can play with it if I want,” he said in a silky voice.

“But…”

“Yeah?”

“It’s nice,” Tony blurted.

“Good. I want it to be nice.”

Gibbs returned to his gentle sucking. Tony felt a wave of rebellion. He put his hands up and pushed against Gibbs’s shoulders, forcing him back. Gibbs's raised eyebrow looked more dangerous this time.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Tony asked pathetically.

“Doing what, Tony?”

“Being nice. Talking to me, holding me, stroking me – hell, *reading* to me so I could get to sleep and now…now this? Why?”

Gibbs took hold of his chin and looked at him. “I told you this wouldn’t be easy, Tony, and you promised me your obedience.”

“This? This is it? This is the thing?” Tony asked in disbelief.

“Yeah – it’s been the thing all day, Tony.”

“But…”

“You wanted it to hurt? Not gonna happen.” Gibbs shook his head. “This is what I’m gonna make you take. Think you can handle it?”

Tony stared at him in mute horror. Why was Gibbs being this way now, when Tony deserved to be yelled at and kicked around for screwing up? It didn’t make any sense.

“Don’t do this, Boss,” he begged.

“My call,” Gibbs shrugged. “You could have died in that car wreck yesterday, Tony. And this is what I wanna do to you because I'm pretty damn happy that you're alive.”

He tilted Tony’s chin and claimed a sweet kiss from Tony’s stunned mouth. Tony couldn’t fight him. He never could fight Gibbs. And he *had* promised that he’d take whatever his dom wanted to hand out – he’d just never imagined it would be *this*.

Gibbs kissed him for a long time, until Tony couldn’t think straight any more. He couldn’t go anywhere, because he was tied to the damn hot tub; all he could do was sit here, in the warm water, and accept his dom’s gentle, loving caresses.

Gibbs tangled his fingers in Tony’s chest hair and then slid them lower, taking hold of Tony’s cock. “Get hard for me, Tony.”

He fisted Tony’s cock as he said that, and Tony moaned, unable to resist how good that felt. Gibbs knew how to move his hand expertly along Tony’s shaft, and all that warm water swirling around made it feel even better.

He was soon fully erect, and Gibbs continued to stroke him with long, languid movements of his hand. There was something powerfully dominant about Gibbs as he worked. He hovered over Tony, kissing his mouth repeatedly as he gently but firmly stroked his cock. Tony began to shiver – and it wasn’t from cold. Nobody had ever treated him this way before. When he screwed up, he got slapped down, and that was the way it should be. Why was Gibbs – Gibbs of all people – being nice to him? It wasn’t as if the guy had a reputation for being nice; everyone knew what a bastard he was.

Gibbs released his cock, but only so that he could run his fingers over Tony’s body instead. He seemed to find every sore spot Tony possessed, digging in just enough to make Tony wince.

“Muscles got pulled in the car crash. Need to work on them,” Gibbs informed him. “Get out.”

He untied Tony and pulled him back into the house by his leash. Tony saw a pile of towels by the door that he hadn’t noticed earlier. Gibbs wrapped him up in one, snagged one for himself, and then led Tony up the stairs and into the bedroom.

He dried Tony and then gestured to the bed. “Get on it. On your front.”

Tony did as he was told, in a kind of daze. Gibbs found a bottle of some kind of oil in the nightstand drawer. He opened it and sniffed it cautiously.

“One of the ex-wives left it hanging around, but it smells okay. Might as well make use of it.” He grinned.

He straddled Tony on the bed and poured some oil into his hands, warming them. Then he placed them gently on Tony’s back. He worked slowly, avoiding the worst of Tony's burns, and Tony felt his sore muscles gradually begin to loosen. He buried his face in his pillow. He wasn’t sure how much of all this gentle loving care he could take, and he began to tremble in earnest.

“Tony – what’s going on?” Gibbs asked as he worked him with those gently soothing fingers.

“Dunno,” Tony muttered. He raised his head. “Please, Boss. I can’t take much more of this.”

“It hurting?”

“No. It's not that.”

"Does it feel good?"

Tony closed his eyes. "Yes." It did. It was tender and kind, gentle and relaxing. It soothed and calmed him, making him feel loved, and he wished he didn't like it so much.

“Want to say your safe word, Tony?” Gibbs asked.

Did he? It was the closest he’d ever come to it. “No,” he whispered into the pillow.

He willed himself to just enjoy the attention that he knew he didn’t deserve. He felt Gibbs’s hands on his buttocks, parting them, and then he felt those skilful fingers slip inside him. His treacherous cock hardened again as Gibbs oiled and stretched his hole. Gibbs turned him onto his back and straddled him again. He took another handful of the oil and lubed his own hard cock, keeping eye contact with Tony the entire time.

“Please, Boss, please don’t be nice to me like this,” Tony begged.

“You’re my sub, and I want to make love to you,” Gibbs replied. "You know the word to use if you want me to stop."

He parted Tony’s legs and settled down between them, then gently opened his buttocks and snubbed his cock into Tony’s entrance. The oil made it slip in easily, and Tony gave a gasp of pleasure as Gibbs inserted himself fully with a little push. Gibbs rested his arms on the bed on either side of Tony's shoulders and lowered his head to kiss him gently, his cock fully inserted in Tony’s body. It felt so good. Too good.

Gibbs drew back, moving his hips slowly, and then he slid just as slowly back in again. It was lazy and gentle, tender and sweet. Gibbs kissed Tony on every inward stroke and kept eye contact every time he slid back out.

“Why?” Tony gasped, gazing up at him. “Why are you doing this to me, Boss?”

“Because you’re mine, and I want you to relax and feel happy.”

Tony looked at him blankly as Gibbs continued his tender love-making.

“Boss…please,” he whimpered, as Gibbs took his cock in his oiled hand and began stroking him towards climax.

“Come for me, Tony,” Gibbs urged. “Come for me, boy.”

Tony spurted out over Gibbs’s hand with a helpless shout of pleasure. Gibbs grinned down on him and claimed another kiss, then moved faster in Tony’s body until he too came, with a little gasp of satisfaction. He pulled out, settled down beside his sub, and drew the sheets over them both.

Tony rolled onto his side so that he was facing his dom.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

“Yeah. I know. That’s the problem, Tony.”

“I know you. I know what a hard-assed bastard you are. Why did you do this to me today? Why? Why were you so nice to me? Why didn’t you give me what I deserve?”

Gibbs gently stroked the wet ends of Tony’s hair away from his face.

"Who says I didn't, Tony?"

~*~

Gibbs woke the next morning with his usual morning hard-on. His sub was still asleep, but Gibbs didn't intend to let him sleep in again this morning. He had a plan for today, and it depended on him taking Tony deep into his sub space to make it work.

He ran his hands over Tony's naked butt and moved Tony's leg forward to gain better access to his sub's hole. Then he rubbed lubricant on his hard cock and pushed himself into Tony's body.

Gibbs loved this part of their morning ritual, rousing a sleeping Tony to wakefulness. Tony sighed and muttered something – after several weeks as Gibbs's sub he was getting used to being woken like this, and Gibbs knew how much he loved it. Being woken in this way seemed to cure him of his morning surliness.

Gibbs started out slow, giving Tony time to wake up – he wasn't always so merciful. Sometimes he rolled over and entered his sub hard and fast, taking Tony from fast asleep to wide awake in three seconds flat. He always liked the hoarse shout of befuddled surprise Tony gave when that happened.

Today he took his time. He ran his hand over Tony's chest and fondled his right nipple gently, making Tony gasp and his eyelids flutter open. Then he moved his hand down to Tony's cock, which was already half hard. Gibbs grinned and kissed his sub's shoulder.

"Your training's had to take a back seat this past week because of the Abby situation," he whispered in Tony's ear. "Time to get things back on track. You can touch yourself." He reached up to unlock Tony's hands from their bondage. "Come while I'm in you or not at all. I'll race you."

He took hold of Tony's hips and began pumping into him with firm thrusts. Tony gave a little squeal and moved his hand down to begin frantically rubbing his cock. Gibbs fucked him vigorously, making Tony pant and moan with each inward stroke. Gibbs felt himself on the verge of coming and glanced over Tony's shoulder – his sub was still moving his hand desperately along his cock, trying to reach his own climax.

"Too late, Tony," Gibbs chuckled, thrusting another couple of times and then ejaculating deep in Tony's body with a satisfied sigh.

"Boss…please…just a couple more strokes…" Tony begged, still moving his hand rapidly.

"Sure – keep going – but if you come now then you're on punishment detail," Gibbs reminded him.

"But you're still IN me," Tony protested.

Gibbs laughed. "Semantics, boy." He pulled out, and Tony gave a groan of annoyance and banged his head back on the pillow in frustration, his hand stilling on his cock.

"Thought I'd work on you today," Gibbs told him, patting his ass affectionately. "Play with you a bit."

"Now?" Tony asked, his tone half anxious and half aroused.

Gibbs laughed. "We'll take a shower, have something to eat, and then I'll work on you 'til lunchtime. After that, we can go see Abby if you want?"

"Really?" Tony rolled over and looked at him hopefully, but Gibbs didn't miss the spike of anxiety in his eyes.

Gibbs kissed his mouth. "Yup. And if you're good while I work on ya, I might let you come later."

Tony grinned, and Gibbs slapped his ass. He was pleased to see how rested Tony was looking; his face had lost its pallor and the dark shadows under his eyes had faded. The shadows *in* his eyes had also receded, but Gibbs was pretty sure they hadn't gone for good. He hoped that a morning spent in intensive submission might get Tony in a good enough headspace to handle visiting Abby later.

They took a shower together, and Gibbs checked over Tony's injuries to find that they were healing fine – he was certainly well enough to be gently played with. They ate breakfast, and then Gibbs took his sub down to the basement. He pulled out the spanking bench he'd made, which he'd finished off with some plush leather upholstery, making it comfortable for Tony to be strapped to for long periods of time.

He blindfolded Tony first – that always helped Tony go down into sub space. Then he made Tony put his knees on the padded shelves, and he bent him forwards so that his torso was resting on the bench. He put a cushion under Tony's chest and angled his head sideways so that he could breathe easily. Then he pulled his cuffed wrists in front of him and fastened them to the sides of the bench. Finally, he tilted the bench forwards, so that Tony's ass was lifted into the air.

This left Tony in a position of abject but entirely comfortable bondage. His knees were apart, stretching his buttocks and making his hole open and accessible. His weight was resting on his chest and knees, and with his hands tied he was completely vulnerable.

Gibbs squeezed a good dollop of lubricant onto his index finger and then slipped it into Tony's hole. Tony tensed as the cool liquid made contact with his skin, so Gibbs slapped his ass lightly.

"Relax," he ordered.

"Sorry – you took me by surprise – wish I could see what you're doing back there, Boss."

"You don't need to see it," Gibbs told him firmly. "You have no control over any of this, boy."

"No, Boss."

Gibbs grinned – he could see Tony going down into his sub space already.

Gibbs retrieved the items he'd brought down earlier and laid them on the workbench. He had something in mind that he hoped would keep Tony pre-occupied during his visit to Abby later and prevent him slipping back into his guilt-ridden mindset of the past couple of days.

He picked up a thick butt plug and went over to Tony. "Mouth open," he ordered. Tony did as he was told, and Gibbs slowly fed the big butt plug into his mouth, stretching out his jaw in the process. "This is what you're gonna take in your ass."

Tony looked up at him again, an expression of arousal on his face that was evident even despite the fact that he was blindfolded with a big butt plug stuck in his mouth.

"We'll work up to it," Gibbs assured him. "You'll wear it all afternoon. You've been talkin’ back too much. Need to remember who you belong to. The plug will keep you focussed."

He removed the plug, and Tony gasped for air. Gibbs tousled his hair affectionately.

"You sure that thing will fit inside me, Boss?" Tony asked.

"Oh yeah - it'll fit," Gibbs insisted. "I'll get you ready for it. By the time I'm done, you'll be able to take it."

Gibbs went back over to the workbench, picked up a vibrator, and covered it in lube. Then he returned to his sub.

"What's your safe word, Tony?"

"Magnum.”

"Say it if you need to."

He opened Tony's buttocks and slid the vibrator gently into his hole, pushing it in all the way. Then he turned it on. Tony relaxed, making a little humming noise of pleasure in the back of his throat.

Gibbs looked down on him with a surge of pride. It was so damn *good* to play with a sub who relished his own submission like this. He glanced over at the butt plug on the workbench. Tony had no idea what he had in store for him, but Gibbs hoped it would help keep his sub's mind off the worries of the previous day.

~*~

Tony sighed contentedly as the vibrator purred away in his ass. He preferred the feel of his dom's warm cock, but this was pretty damn good. He could feel himself drifting off into that sweet place inside his own mind. He was tied and blindfolded, his ass raised up for his dom's attention.

Gibbs slid the vibrator in and out of his ass, and Tony relaxed even more. The vibrator stimulated his nerve endings, making him sigh in pleasure. He wanted to rub his hard cock against the plush leather surface of the spanking bench, but the way he was tied made it impossible.

He was completely zoned out by the time Gibbs removed it. Then he felt his dom’s warm tongue sliding into his hole, and he zoned out even more. He felt boneless, completely lost in the fantastic sensation.
The events of the past few days started to recede in his mind. When Gibbs was doing things like *this* to him, it was all he could think about. He was moaning softly to himself, floating happily on a cloud of relaxed arousal, when Gibbs finished with his tongue and slid his fingers back into him. Two…three…four…Tony moved his head blearily.

“Not gonna fist me are you, Boss?” he asked.

“Not today. Why – think you’d like that?” Gibbs’s voice was a low, throaty growl.

“Head says no…cock says yes.” Tony grinned.

“I’ll remember that.”

Gibbs continued to work his fingers into Tony’s hole, stretching him out. Then they were gone – and Tony sighed happily as they were replaced by the familiar feel of his dom’s cock. Gibbs entered him easily and fucked him slowly, taking his time. He caressed his sub throughout, stroking his bound body, making Tony quiver and hum with pleasure. Tony was acutely aware of his own submission. Blindfolded, tied, ass up – all he could do was lie here and enjoy. He didn’t know if he’d get to come. He wasn’t sure he cared. This felt so good.

Gibbs fucked him for a long time, and then came, deep in Tony’s body. He withdrew and tapped Tony’s ass cheek.

“Hold it,” he said.

Tony frowned. “Hold what?”

“What I left inside you. That big plug is gonna keep it there for the rest of the day.”

Tony grinned and clenched his ass cheeks together. “That’s really kinky, Boss.”

“Well yeah. I know that, DiNozzo.” He heard Gibbs move away and then return. "Okay, now get ready for the plug," Gibbs told him, his voice right by his ear now. He stroked Tony's hair. "You'll wear this plug all day to remind you who you belong to."

"I know who I belong to." Tony grinned up at him.

"Well, I figure a reminder won't hurt. Open up."

He tapped Tony’s ass again, and Tony felt the tip of the plug against his loosened hole. It went in slowly, stretching him wider and wider as it slid in. Then Gibbs pushed it in the last bit of the way, and Tony felt the flared base slot into place. It wasn't as hard to take as he'd feared, although it felt big, filling him completely. He loved that it was trapping Gibbs's come deep inside his body, and that it would hold it there all day.

"Gonna let you up now," Gibbs said, undoing Tony's bonds.

He helped Tony off the spanking bench but immediately tied him with his hands over his head, his back against the wall. Tony's cock hardened again.

"You've been good – so I'm gonna give you another chance to come," Gibbs told him. "Any time you want, Tony."

Tony heard him kneel in front of him, and then he gave a hoarse shout as he felt Gibbs's warm mouth envelop his hard cock.

"Oh fuck!" he sighed, as his dom's lips sucked down expertly. Gibbs knew how to tease, how to swirl his tongue around the head of Tony's cock, and how to make it feel so damn good. Tony tried to hold on, just to prolong the fantastic experience, but he couldn't. He shouted and roared out his orgasm, pumping into Gibbs's mouth and down his throat, and then hung there, in his bonds, utterly spent.

He heard Gibbs get up and then the blindfold was removed. Tony blinked; Gibbs was smiling at him. "One more thing, and we're good to go." Gibbs held up two little items of metal nipple jewellery. "They don't hurt – they're just decorative - but I want you to wear 'em for the rest of the day."

The nipple decorations were in the shape of two little starbursts. Gibbs fastened them carefully onto Tony's nipples, and Tony looked down on them, surprised by how much he liked the look. Gibbs was right – they didn't hurt - they pinched slightly to stay in place though, and he knew he'd be aware of their cool metal caress all day.

"Good boy." Gibbs kissed him, and Tony leaned eagerly into the kiss, enjoying the feel of his top's fully clothed body against his own naked one, and the way it felt to be hanging here, helpless, completely at Gibbs's mercy.

Gibbs drew back with another one of those dry chuckles. "You're such a damn sub, Tony," he said, reaching out to release him from his bonds.

"Yeah, and you're a b…" Tony stopped himself in time. "A total dom," he finished lamely.

"Oh yeah. I am." Gibbs grinned again, looking very pleased with himself. "Now go and get dressed." He jerked his head in the direction of the stairs. Tony started walking slowly towards them, every step making the plug's presence keenly felt. "And Tony?" Tony stopped and glanced back. "I want you to wear the plug for the rest of the day, but if you feel you can't, or you need to say your safe word, then tell me. Clear?"

"As crystal, Boss," Tony said crisply.

He walked slowly up the stairs, aware of the big plug in his ass and the fact that it was holding his dom's come inside him, and the cool metal of the starburst nipple decorations. He didn't think he'd be able to concentrate on anything else all day. They were all he could think about.

~*~

They drove to the hospital, stopping off on the way to buy a bouquet of black roses. Gibbs grinned as Tony got out of the car at the hospital – his sub looked beautiful, in jeans and a loose shirt, but he was walking kind of stiffly, so Gibbs was pretty sure he was feeling that plug.

Abby was sitting up in bed when they arrived, looking considerably better than she had the last time Gibbs had seen her. Tony paused in the doorway, gazing at her. The big white bandage around her head and her pale face made her eyes seem particularly luminous, and for a moment Gibbs wasn't sure if Tony was going to get through this. He rested a hand on his sub's ass, pushing discreetly against the plug. It seemed to help focus Tony because his face lit up into a grin, and he bounded into the room and over to Abby's bedside.

Abby signed an introduction to her mom, and Gibbs exchanged polite small talk with Gloria with his hands, while keeping one eye on Tony.

"Hey – you look fantastic!" Tony said, handing Abby the bouquet of flowers.

"You like the turban look?" she grinned at him, gesturing to the bandage on her head.

"Oh yeah. You look like one of those glamorous movie stars from the 40's," he joked. "Like Joan Crawford in 'The Women'."

She reached out and gently touched one of the cuts on the side of his face. He jerked his head away and then covered up the move with a bright grin.

"Just a few cuts. I'm not the one doing all the attention-seeking lying around in a hospital bed," he told her, with a big DiNozzo wink.

"Yeah right! You're just the dumb schmuck who crashed the damn car!" She grinned back happily, and Gibbs relaxed, watching them trade banter.

"So how long will you be off work?" Tony asked, leaning over and dropping a kiss on her cheek.

"I dunno – 'til my hair grows back maybe."

"They shaved your head?" The DiNozzo mask froze for a second.

"Well yeah!" Abby grinned. "I'm cool about it – I've had pigtails for years, so it was time for a change. I thought I might wear it shaved for awhile, see if I like it."

"Like Demi Moore in 'GI Jane'? Could be a good look on you!" Tony joked, the mask sliding back into place again as he threw out the movie references.

"Or, I could let it grow back in and have this really short crop," Abby grinned. "A pixie look. You know, like Jenny used to have?"

Gibbs sighed inwardly. Talking about Jenny wasn't a good idea right now.

"It might be better if I had *some* hair if I wanted to hide the scar, although I'm not sure I do really…" Abby continued, babbling on regardless.

"Scar?" Tony interrupted, in a tight voice.

"In my hairline," she grinned. "I think it's cool – I've always wanted a really dramatic scar. There used to be this kid at high school who had this wicked scar all the way up his arm and people were always asking him about it – he made loads of friends through that scar."

Tony looked as if he was frozen into place. Gibbs made an excuse to Gloria and went over and touched his sub's ass again, pressing against the butt plug. Tony jumped, and the grin returned to his face.

"So – are they feeding you okay in here, Abs?" he asked in a bright voice. "Want me to smuggle in some pizza?"

"Would you? I am SO sick of jello!" Abby replied gratefully.

That seemed to get the conversation back on track. Tony went into a routine about the different combination of pizza toppings he could get for Abby, some of which sounded revolting, and soon he and Abby were giggling happily together.

Gibbs heaved a sigh of relief – it looked as if his methods of focussing Tony on something other than Abby's condition were working.

"Hey – I need to go file the case papers back at NCIS," Gibbs told his sub. "You wanna come with me, or spend a couple of hours with Abby?"

"He'll stay with me," Abby told him on Tony's behalf. "Mom needs a break, and Tony promised me some *details* about something, " she said, with a sweet, knowing grin in his direction.

Gibbs rolled his eyes. He had a fair idea that those details might involve various aspects of his sex life, but Tony looked happy to stay so he didn't argue. Gibbs leaned forward to kiss Abby goodbye, brushing his arm carelessly across Tony's nipples, reminding him of the decorations he'd placed there.

"Be good," Gibbs said meaningfully. Tony gave him a mock salute.

"Always, Boss," he replied, with a nonchalant wink in Abby's direction that implied he had no intention of being anything of the kind.

Gibbs slapped the back of his head, kissed Abby's cheek, signed a goodbye to Gloria, and left.

When Gibbs picked up his sub from the hospital a few hours later, he found him as bright and cheerful as when he'd left him, so he figured that the time spent with Abby had really helped. Hopefully, the message had now been driven home, loud and clear, that she was going to be fine.

Tony was wincing a little as he walked into the living room. Gibbs turned to him with a grin.

"That butt plug bothering you, Tony?"

"Getting dry, Boss," Tony said with a little grimace. "Could use a little lube if you want me to keep wearing it."

"Oh, I think it can come out now." It had done what he'd intended it to do and kept Tony preoccupied all afternoon. "C'mere." He sat down on the sofa and beckoned Tony over, pointing between his knees.

Tony knelt obediently between his legs, and Gibbs began unbuttoning his shirt. Usually he ordered Tony to strip, but occasionally he liked undressing his sub himself, and right now he wanted to keep Tony in his submissive headspace.

"Oh, almost forgot," Tony said, reaching into his jeans pocket, taking out his cell phone, and waving it in the air. "Friend of mine called – Matt Tyler. One of my old frat brothers." He gave a broad wink at that. "We usually hook up with the other guys and go drinking every weekend, but I've been blowing them off since you and I took up, and they're wondering where the hell I am. They're going out tonight, and they want me to go along. Matt kind of wasn't taking no for an answer, so I said I would. Is that okay?"

He gazed at Gibbs from shining green eyes that looked half pleading, half amused at asking permission for something he used to do without a second thought.

Gibbs paused in unbuttoning Tony's shirt and thought about it for a moment. They'd been living in each other's pockets since he'd taken Tony as his 24/7 sub, and while he liked having this degree of control over his sub's life, he didn't think it was healthy long-term. He was also missing the quiet solitude of his basement – he hadn't worked on the boat in weeks. He didn't mind that – working on Tony was much more fun – but a night spent reconnecting with his old hobby did sound inviting. There was also the fact that Tony had just been involved in a serious car accident – he wanted his sub to get over it and for that spark of mischief to return to his eyes. It was Saturday night after all – it wasn't a school night.

"Okay. Be back by midnight and don't pick anyone up," he warned.

Tony laughed out loud. "Yeah, right, Boss. Like I'd dare, knowing you're waiting at home with all those evil implements at your disposal. Besides – rule number five. You know I wouldn't break that one, right?"

Gibbs didn't remind him that he already had, just a few weeks ago, when he'd pulled up his shirt and let Jason Tulley touch his abs.

"You'd better not," he grunted.

He finished unbuttoning his sub's shirt and stripped it off him, revealing his decorated nipples.

"These hurt at all?" He ran his fingers lightly over the starbursts.

"Nah – just nip a little. I like how they look though, Boss!"

"Good." Gibbs grinned at him. He wrapped his legs around Tony's body to hold him in place. "Hands behind your back," he ordered. Tony threw his cell phone down onto the coffee table behind him and obeyed the command, his eyes holding Gibbs's gaze in rapt attention, already sparkling with arousal. Gibbs was turned on by how turned on his sub was, and he felt his cock twitch approvingly inside his pants.

He removed the little starbursts and threw them down on the coffee table next to Tony's cell phone. Then he leaned forward and kissed Tony's mouth firmly. At the same time he pinched Tony's newly released nipples lightly, making Tony shout into the kiss. He swallowed down the protest, holding Tony still between his legs, forcing him to submit. Tony moaned and shuddered, leaning in against him.

Only when Gibbs felt the sigh of his surrender did he release his hold on his sub's nipples. Tony moved his hands up to rub the tender nubs of flesh, but Gibbs grabbed them before they got there.

"I didn't say you could move your hands," he growled.

"No, Boss," Tony shuddered gazing up at him helplessly.

"I'm not done yet."

Gibbs lowered his head, took one of Tony's nipples in his mouth, and sucked it gently. Tony squirmed and sighed happily. Gibbs sucked down harder and then moved on to the other nipple, warming and soothing it until Tony was a quivering, moaning wreck between his legs. Gibbs liked the little noises his sub made. He whimpered so enticingly – it made Gibbs's cock harden even more.

He released his sub and tousled his hair affectionately. Tony looked so beautiful when he was being played with. His eyes always glowed a particularly intense shade of green, and he was never shy about moaning and sighing – and those sounds were music to Gibbs's ears when he was in his dominant mindset.

"Stand up and lose the jeans."

Tony did as ordered. Gibbs circled him slowly, enjoying the sight of his sub's naked body. He was also checking his condition at the same time. His cuts and grazes were healing fine and the burns on his back were already much improved.

"Bend over and grab your ankles," he ordered.

Tony glanced at him in surprise. This wasn't one of the positions Gibbs had taught his sub, but he was in the mood for it tonight. Gibbs raised an eyebrow, and Tony hastily bent over and took hold of his ankles.

"Oh that's good," Gibbs purred. "You look damn fine like this, boy." He ran his hand over Tony's naked, exposed butt, liking the feel of all that solid, pale flesh under his fingers. He took hold of the protruding end of the plug. "Hold on tight," he warned.

He placed one hand on Tony's back to brace him, and then he removed the plug with a firm tug. Tony gave a strangled little yelp but didn't break position. Gibbs examined his hole – he could still feel the evidence of his earlier use of his sub and that turned him on.

He retrieved a tube of lubricant from the cupboard and returned to where Tony was bent over double. He squeezed a generous dollop of the cool lubricant onto his fingers and then rubbed it carefully into Tony's hole, enjoying how easily it opened up to him now after hours of being stretched by the plug.

"Now, stay in that position while I fuck you. You can come while I'm in you – if you can," Gibbs chuckled, because he doubted Tony would manage it in this position.

He undid his fly, grasped Tony's hips firmly in his hands, and slid his cock easily into Tony's hole. Gibbs liked this angle – Tony was bent over almost double, his hands wrapped around his ankles, and he was at a perfect height to be well fucked. Gibbs thrust into him slowly, enjoying the feel of all the surrendered flesh beneath him. Tony was in the most abject position, and Gibbs liked the way his balls slapped against his sub's warm flesh with each inward thrust.

Tony wasn't able to touch his own cock, and Gibbs had no intention of doing it for him. He didn't think it would do Tony any harm to remember that his dom's pleasure came first, and that there would be occasions when he didn't get to orgasm.

Gibbs rode his sub in a leisurely way for several minutes before speeding up and finally shooting his load into him with a roar of satisfaction. He withdrew, tucked his cock away in his pants, and then allowed Tony to straighten up. He was surprised to see the sticky come on Tony's belly where his sub had ejaculated, and he laughed out loud.

"Y'know, anyone would think that turned you on, Tony."

"It was evil. In fact, you've been particularly evil all day," Tony griped.

"Clearly that's the way you like me," Gibbs grinned, with a meaningful glance at his sub's sticky belly. "Now go get cleaned up for your evening with the frat boys."

He enjoyed watching Tony's naked body as he ran towards the stairs, his cock swinging happily.

Gibbs gave a chuckle and went to grab himself a beer. Tony came back down half an hour later, freshly showered and wearing a pair of tight black jeans and a loose green shirt.

"I'm off now, Boss!" he called, grabbing his keys from the shelf and looking around for his cell phone.

"Not like that," Gibbs told him. Tony glanced at him questioningly. "Those jeans are too tight – you can see *everything* as you're not wearing any underwear."

"And whose fault is that?" Tony arched an eyebrow.

"Go change the jeans," Gibbs ordered. "And wear the blue shirt."

"Why? Does this shirt show my nipples or something?" Tony looked down at it questioningly.

"Nope. The shirt looks fine." Gibbs shrugged.

"So, you're just ordering me to change it because you're my dom, and you can?"

Gibbs stared him down. "That's about it, Tony, yeah."

"Right." Tony stood there, uncertainly. "You really mean it?"

"Yup!" Gibbs nodded. "Hey – I'm allowing my sub to go out for the evening, DiNozzo. Didn't say you'd have it all on your own terms. Go change the jeans *and* the shirt."

"Ah, okay – you're exercising your power and authority over me in a mindless way simply to prove to me that I must bend to your evil will. Got it, Boss!" Tony gave him a cheeky grin and then ran back up the stairs again before Gibbs could slap his head.

Gibbs returned to the living room to pick up his beer, chuckling to himself. It looked like Tony was back to being his usual smart-mouthed self, and Gibbs was damn pleased about that.

Tony flurried into the living room three minutes later, wearing a pair of loose, faded, old blue jeans and the blue shirt, as ordered.

"Happy now?" he asked, doing a little jig in front of Gibbs so that his top could see that his orders had been obeyed.

"Not yet. Come here." Gibbs beckoned him over. Tony came, his shoulders hunched up around his neck, clearly expecting a head-slap. Gibbs just grabbed him and kissed him instead. "Have a good night, DiNozzo. Don't be late home."

"No, Dad," Tony grinned. His smile faltered momentarily, and Gibbs was reminded of that conversation he'd had with Walter about Tony's daddy issues. Then the smile was pasted back on Tony's face, as bright and shiny as before. "Don't wait up for me, Jethro," he said, and then he cheekily pinched Gibbs's ass and made a run for the door before Gibbs had a chance to deliver a well-deserved swat to his backside.

Gibbs went upstairs, still grinning to himself at the sheer joy of having *Tony* back. The past week had been tough, and it'd been a while since they'd had some fun and really played. Taking Tony down into his sub space today had been a gamble, but it was one that had clearly paid off.

Gibbs took a long, hot shower, then changed into a comfortable pair of old sweats and went downstairs. He ordered take out and sat and watched the news while he ate it. It was nearly ten before he decided it was time to head towards the basement.

He had just reached the living room door when he heard the ring of a cell phone. It wasn't his ring tone, so he hesitated, disoriented for a moment. Then he realised that Tony had left his phone behind amidst the distraction of changing his clothes.

The ringing stopped – and then started again a few seconds later. Gibbs picked it up and glanced at the caller display, but he didn't recognise the number. Thinking it might be urgent, he snapped the phone open and answered it.

"Hey, Motherfucker," a voice answered. "Miss me?"

"Who the hell is this?" Gibbs growled.

"You know who this is, DiNozzo. Don’t be any more of a stupid shit than you already are. You've got two weeks, loser – then I’m comin’ to get you.”

"Is that so?" Gibbs asked, in a steely voice.

There was silence, then a click, and the call ended. Gibbs glared at the cell phone. What the hell had *that* been about? Who was that man? He had called Tony by name so it clearly wasn't a wrong number. Gibbs didn't like the implicit threat in his words, or the way he'd spoken to *his* sub. His gut told him that something was badly wrong, and he needed to find out what it was – now.

He flicked through the address book on Tony's phone until he came to an entry for Matt Tyler, and then he dialled the number. A few rings later, a man's voice answered.

"Hey, Tony! How you doing, buddy? Long time no speak."

Gibbs frowned. "Is this Matt Tyler?"

"Uh…yeah. Who is this?"

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs," he replied tersely.

"Oh man – Tony's boss? Is he okay? He hasn't been hurt, has he?"

"Not yet," Gibbs growled, his fingers itching to get hold of the sub who had clearly lied to him about where he was going this evening. "Tony left his cell phone behind. He mentioned something about meeting his old frat brothers tonight, so I thought I'd see if I could track him down and tell him I have his phone."

"Meeting the frat brothers?" Matt sounded puzzled. “I live in Hawaii now! Long way to go for a night out! We meet up once a year - the guys come down here for a long weekend over Spring Break, or we meet at Eric's over in California – none of us even live in the same state any more, so it's a big deal getting us all together."

"I see." Gibbs perched against the back of the couch. "So you don't know any of the guys Tony could be meeting up with for a drink tonight?"

"Nope."

"And you guys don't meet up and go out drinking every Saturday night?"

"No. Hell, Gibbs, we're all getting kind of old for that these days. I'm married – got twin daughters, born last Christmas, and the other guys are all settled too. And Tony…he talked the talk, but it's a long time since I've seen him walk the walk. First there was that Jeanne chick, and then he…well, to be honest, we've all been kind of worried about him. We know something bad happened at work, although he never told us the details. He went kind of quiet on us, and then he went away to sea, and beyond the occasional email he hasn't been in touch since."

"Thanks, Matt. I must have misheard him."

Gibbs threw the cell phone down on the couch angrily. He had no way of contacting Tony - no way of even knowing where he'd gone this evening. This had gone from bad to worse in ten short minutes. First, the call from that guy making what sounded like some kind of threat against Tony, and now the realisation that Tony had lied to him about where he was going this evening. What the hell *else* had Tony lied about?

Tony hid things as easy as breathing – and lying to keep things hidden was second nature to him. Now Gibbs remembered just how shiny and bright the DiNozzo mask had been since they got back from the hospital.

"Damn it!" he roared, thumping his fist angrily against the back of the couch.

He'd been fooled, as so many people often were, by the Tony DiNozzo smoke and mirrors act. Shame on Tony for fooling him, but shame on *him* for being fooled. After eight years, he should know Tony better than this. He'd been so relieved that Tony was being himself again that he hadn't seen that he was getting the fake Tony and not the real one. Maybe he'd never had the real Tony. Maybe he'd never even got *close* to having the real Tony.

Tony had always been elusive – just when you thought you knew him, he slipped away from you. Who the hell *knew* who the real Tony was, and what he was trying so hard to hide?

Gibbs wondered if Tony's disappearance had anything to do with the sinister caller, but that bastard had said he'd be back in two weeks, and he'd see Tony then, so clearly Tony hadn't been going out to meet him this evening.

Gibbs realised, with a growl of frustration, that there was nothing more he could do. Tony was gone for the evening, and Gibbs would just have to wait until his errant sub came home.

But then he'd want answers – and they'd better be damn good ones.

~*~

End of Part Sixteen
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