ficlets by request
Here we are, folks. I only did the first five as my brain was not up to more than that. Hope you all enjoy!
For zortified: Gibbs POV, ep tag for "Iced".
He was walking to his car when Tony caught him. "Boss," he said, jogging over. "You got a minute?"
Gibbs kept walking, but nodded. "What's up, DiNozzo?"
Tony fell into step with him. "Am I coming over tonight?" he asked quietly.
"Do you want to?" Gibbs reached his car and turned to face Tony. "After--"
"Yeah, Boss. I saw the news." Tony rubbed the back of his neck. "And if you think that one person in that room didn't know what happened, you're an idiot. If you think that one person in that room cared, you're even more so." Tony glared at Gibbs. "So don't use that as an excuse."
Gibbs wondered when Tony had started being able to read him so well. "All right," he said, opening the car door. "Pick up some dinner on your way over?"
"Indian okay?" Tony asked. "There's this little place on the way--really good curry."
"Sounds fine." Gibbs nodded.
"Oh, and Gibbs?" Tony grinned.
"What?"
"Don't ever pet me in public again."
For penguingal: Gibbs/Tony, "I'd do anything for you, boss."
"Gibbs! Down!"
The panic in Tony's voice was enough to make him hit the ground, just before he heard the gunshot. A moment later, Tony landed on top of him. Gibbs felt something warm and wet trickle into his hair and moved, sliding out from under Tony.
Tony was pale, and the ragged hole in his shirt showed where the bullet had hit him, right in his upper right arm. Through and through, from the looks of it; Gibbs tore off his T-shirt and wrapped it around Tony's arm, pressing down to stop the bleeding. McGee came running over--Gibbs gave him one look and McGee dug out his cell, dialing for an ambulance.
"Idiot," Gibbs cursed at him. "How the hell did you get in the way of that bullet?"
"I was trying to stop it from getting to you," Tony said weakly. "You weren't going to make it."
"It's not your job to get shot for me!" Gibbs snapped.
"It's my job to have your six, Boss." Tony countered.
"That doesn't involve you getting shot!" Gibbs pressed down harder. "Tony--" He shook his head. "I'm not going to let you put your life on the line instead of mine."
"I didn't, Boss. I'll be fine once they stitch me up and give me some blood." Tony's voice was thin, but steady.
"This time. What happens next time?" Gibbs looked around, wondering where the fuck the ambulance was.
Tony managed a faint smile. "You don't get it, Boss."
"Don't get what, DiNozzo?"
"I'd do anything for you, Boss. Don't you know that?" Tony licked dry lips. "Don't you get it?"
Gibbs swore. "We're going to discuss this later," he said, hearing sirens.
Tony smiled. "I'm sure."
For crimsonquills: Gibbs/Tony porn, one of the boys surprised by how much they like...something.
Gibbs isn't an exhibitionist. He never has been. Voyeuristic...well, maybe, depending on the situation. But his sex life belongs at home.
So of course he finds himself dragging Tony into the bathroom at work and pushing Tony to his knees for a quick 'n dirty blowjob on their lunch break. Or he finds himself hitting the stop button in the elevator and jerking Tony off, making him lick his own come off Gibbs' fingers.
He's still not sure how no one caught them in the parking garage the day he pushed Tony against the wall and fucked him hard and fast, especially given the way Tony had whined and moaned, pushing back against him. It had been damned good, and that hint of danger had only added to the spice.
It's something about Tony, he thinks. Something about Tony's arrogant grin and his sure confidence in bed, something about his laughter and his careless charm--it makes Gibbs want to strip it away from him, pull him down until there's nothing left but his moans and gasped pleas and sweat and skin.
And there's really no better way to do it than to keep him off-balance, to take him and shove him against walls or over cars or onto his knees in sticky bathroom floors. It never fails to make Tony's eyes go wide, to make him shudder and gasp, his arrogance and his confidence falling away as though they never existed.
Sometimes Gibbs thinks he wouldn't mind if others saw them. Then he thinks better of it and laughs.
Just before he pulls Tony into a storage closet and unfastens his pants.
For dameange: Normally, he never would have done this. He'd have gone out and found someone else, someone anonymous. But there wasn't time and Gibbs was demanding to know, and....
Tony let the mask--the human mask--slip. He felt his incisors lengthen and sharpen, knew his skin had gone from its normal healthy tone to pale, almost ghostly white. He couldn't see it, but he knew his eyes were glowing, just a little. "Is this what you wanted to see?" he asked, hearing the low thrum of seduction in his voice.
To give him credit, Gibbs didn't back up. "What are you?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse.
"Nosferatu. Child of the night." Tony smiled. "Vampire."
Gibbs blinked. "But--sunlight?"
"Yes, well." Tony shrugged and rolled up his sleeves, showing Gibbs the normally-hidden tattoos on his arms. "Magic. But I have to renew them every so often, as well as feed."
"How?"
"Blood, Gibbs." Tony smiled slowly. "Don't worry. I don't kill. All I need is a mouthful or two. Less than a pint. I was on my way out tonight, but..."
"But I stopped you." Gibbs nodded slowly. "What are you going to do now?"
"I have to feed, Gibbs." Tony licked his lips. "If I don't, I'll become useless to you. The whole dead-in-daytime thing."
"You said you only needed a little blood, right?" Gibbs looked a bit uncertain; Tony could feel the conflicting emotions running through him.
"Yes. But it's not that simple." Tony took a step toward him, letting his voice drop even more than it already had. "I feed on emotions," he said softly. "Pain, fear...desire. Pleasure." He raked his eyes over Gibbs. "Normally, I combine it with sex. Pleasure is much more satisfying, after all." Tony traced a finger down Gibbs' face. "Interested?" He smiled. "I'll make it good for you."
Gibbs looked at him for a long moment. And then, slowly...he nodded.
For raynedanser: Abby squirmed on the bed, tugging in vain at the soft cuffs that bound her hands to the bed, her eyes open behind the blindfold. Next to her, Tony laughed, kissing her collarbone. "So impatient," he teased, stroking a hand over her breasts.
"Hungry little girl," Gibbs murmured, licking her nipple.
"Should we feed her?" Tony traced something cool and a little bumpy over her chest, down her stomach, dipping it between her legs and stroking it over her cunt. He picked it up, brushing it over her lips. Abby's tongue darted out, licking the--strawberry, her brain identified. Sweet, tart, with an overlay of her own juices. God, it was good.
Tony fed her the strawberry slowly, one small bite at a time, kissing her between, while Gibbs' mouth teased her breasts, his fingers playing with her clit and her cunt. Abby whimpered and twisted between them in a desperate attempt to get more.
"What do you think, Gibbs? Should we fuck her?" Tony traced a grape over Abby's lips, feeding it to her and letting her lick his fingers before pulling his hand back.
Gibbs chuckled and kissed the valley between Abby's breasts. "How much fruit do we have left?"
"About half a plate." Tony shifted, and Abby heard the sounds of him kissing Gibbs.
"Yeah." Gibbs' voice was husky; Abby wished desperately she could see them. "I'll let you fuck her." He laughed again. "Because the rest of that fruit's for you."
For zortified: Gibbs POV, ep tag for "Iced".
He was walking to his car when Tony caught him. "Boss," he said, jogging over. "You got a minute?"
Gibbs kept walking, but nodded. "What's up, DiNozzo?"
Tony fell into step with him. "Am I coming over tonight?" he asked quietly.
"Do you want to?" Gibbs reached his car and turned to face Tony. "After--"
"Yeah, Boss. I saw the news." Tony rubbed the back of his neck. "And if you think that one person in that room didn't know what happened, you're an idiot. If you think that one person in that room cared, you're even more so." Tony glared at Gibbs. "So don't use that as an excuse."
Gibbs wondered when Tony had started being able to read him so well. "All right," he said, opening the car door. "Pick up some dinner on your way over?"
"Indian okay?" Tony asked. "There's this little place on the way--really good curry."
"Sounds fine." Gibbs nodded.
"Oh, and Gibbs?" Tony grinned.
"What?"
"Don't ever pet me in public again."
For penguingal: Gibbs/Tony, "I'd do anything for you, boss."
"Gibbs! Down!"
The panic in Tony's voice was enough to make him hit the ground, just before he heard the gunshot. A moment later, Tony landed on top of him. Gibbs felt something warm and wet trickle into his hair and moved, sliding out from under Tony.
Tony was pale, and the ragged hole in his shirt showed where the bullet had hit him, right in his upper right arm. Through and through, from the looks of it; Gibbs tore off his T-shirt and wrapped it around Tony's arm, pressing down to stop the bleeding. McGee came running over--Gibbs gave him one look and McGee dug out his cell, dialing for an ambulance.
"Idiot," Gibbs cursed at him. "How the hell did you get in the way of that bullet?"
"I was trying to stop it from getting to you," Tony said weakly. "You weren't going to make it."
"It's not your job to get shot for me!" Gibbs snapped.
"It's my job to have your six, Boss." Tony countered.
"That doesn't involve you getting shot!" Gibbs pressed down harder. "Tony--" He shook his head. "I'm not going to let you put your life on the line instead of mine."
"I didn't, Boss. I'll be fine once they stitch me up and give me some blood." Tony's voice was thin, but steady.
"This time. What happens next time?" Gibbs looked around, wondering where the fuck the ambulance was.
Tony managed a faint smile. "You don't get it, Boss."
"Don't get what, DiNozzo?"
"I'd do anything for you, Boss. Don't you know that?" Tony licked dry lips. "Don't you get it?"
Gibbs swore. "We're going to discuss this later," he said, hearing sirens.
Tony smiled. "I'm sure."
For crimsonquills: Gibbs/Tony porn, one of the boys surprised by how much they like...something.
Gibbs isn't an exhibitionist. He never has been. Voyeuristic...well, maybe, depending on the situation. But his sex life belongs at home.
So of course he finds himself dragging Tony into the bathroom at work and pushing Tony to his knees for a quick 'n dirty blowjob on their lunch break. Or he finds himself hitting the stop button in the elevator and jerking Tony off, making him lick his own come off Gibbs' fingers.
He's still not sure how no one caught them in the parking garage the day he pushed Tony against the wall and fucked him hard and fast, especially given the way Tony had whined and moaned, pushing back against him. It had been damned good, and that hint of danger had only added to the spice.
It's something about Tony, he thinks. Something about Tony's arrogant grin and his sure confidence in bed, something about his laughter and his careless charm--it makes Gibbs want to strip it away from him, pull him down until there's nothing left but his moans and gasped pleas and sweat and skin.
And there's really no better way to do it than to keep him off-balance, to take him and shove him against walls or over cars or onto his knees in sticky bathroom floors. It never fails to make Tony's eyes go wide, to make him shudder and gasp, his arrogance and his confidence falling away as though they never existed.
Sometimes Gibbs thinks he wouldn't mind if others saw them. Then he thinks better of it and laughs.
Just before he pulls Tony into a storage closet and unfastens his pants.
For dameange: Normally, he never would have done this. He'd have gone out and found someone else, someone anonymous. But there wasn't time and Gibbs was demanding to know, and....
Tony let the mask--the human mask--slip. He felt his incisors lengthen and sharpen, knew his skin had gone from its normal healthy tone to pale, almost ghostly white. He couldn't see it, but he knew his eyes were glowing, just a little. "Is this what you wanted to see?" he asked, hearing the low thrum of seduction in his voice.
To give him credit, Gibbs didn't back up. "What are you?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse.
"Nosferatu. Child of the night." Tony smiled. "Vampire."
Gibbs blinked. "But--sunlight?"
"Yes, well." Tony shrugged and rolled up his sleeves, showing Gibbs the normally-hidden tattoos on his arms. "Magic. But I have to renew them every so often, as well as feed."
"How?"
"Blood, Gibbs." Tony smiled slowly. "Don't worry. I don't kill. All I need is a mouthful or two. Less than a pint. I was on my way out tonight, but..."
"But I stopped you." Gibbs nodded slowly. "What are you going to do now?"
"I have to feed, Gibbs." Tony licked his lips. "If I don't, I'll become useless to you. The whole dead-in-daytime thing."
"You said you only needed a little blood, right?" Gibbs looked a bit uncertain; Tony could feel the conflicting emotions running through him.
"Yes. But it's not that simple." Tony took a step toward him, letting his voice drop even more than it already had. "I feed on emotions," he said softly. "Pain, fear...desire. Pleasure." He raked his eyes over Gibbs. "Normally, I combine it with sex. Pleasure is much more satisfying, after all." Tony traced a finger down Gibbs' face. "Interested?" He smiled. "I'll make it good for you."
Gibbs looked at him for a long moment. And then, slowly...he nodded.
For raynedanser: Abby squirmed on the bed, tugging in vain at the soft cuffs that bound her hands to the bed, her eyes open behind the blindfold. Next to her, Tony laughed, kissing her collarbone. "So impatient," he teased, stroking a hand over her breasts.
"Hungry little girl," Gibbs murmured, licking her nipple.
"Should we feed her?" Tony traced something cool and a little bumpy over her chest, down her stomach, dipping it between her legs and stroking it over her cunt. He picked it up, brushing it over her lips. Abby's tongue darted out, licking the--strawberry, her brain identified. Sweet, tart, with an overlay of her own juices. God, it was good.
Tony fed her the strawberry slowly, one small bite at a time, kissing her between, while Gibbs' mouth teased her breasts, his fingers playing with her clit and her cunt. Abby whimpered and twisted between them in a desperate attempt to get more.
"What do you think, Gibbs? Should we fuck her?" Tony traced a grape over Abby's lips, feeding it to her and letting her lick his fingers before pulling his hand back.
Gibbs chuckled and kissed the valley between Abby's breasts. "How much fruit do we have left?"
"About half a plate." Tony shifted, and Abby heard the sounds of him kissing Gibbs.
"Yeah." Gibbs' voice was husky; Abby wished desperately she could see them. "I'll let you fuck her." He laughed again. "Because the rest of that fruit's for you."