Masks - Part 5 (Chapter 7 & Epilogue)

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Title: Masks
Disclosure:  I don’t own either NCIS or the characters nor do I make money.  I just like playing with them.
Author: k8bnimble
Artist:  rose_malmaison
Pairing:  Gibbs/DiNozzo, Some light DiNozzo/others
Rating:  Hard R (maybe light NC-17)
Warnings: male/male sex, crossdressing, shaving, drug-related sexual assault (not overly graphic)
Summary:  An unlikely costume lands Tony in the middle of an undercover Halloween op but could also lead him to a fairy-tale ending.
A/N: Canon through Dead Air - AU afterwards.  These events happen just after Dead Air in lieu of the “Cracked” episode.  So no EJ, no Port to Port, and someone still has both eyes.

Very special thanks to rose_malmaison not only for the absolutely incredible artwork she created to go with this story but for a fabulous and thorough beta job.  This story wouldn’t be half as good without her valuable input.  All remaining mistakes belong to me - I’m greedy that way.





Art by rose_malmaison

Part 4 (Chapter 6) 

Masks

Chapter 7

Another hour saw them leaving Abby’s lab after she’d tested Tony’s blood and confirmed the drug was out of his system.  She had also taken some samples off Tony’s neck in the hope some saliva DNA was left.  They’d store it for now in case it was ever needed.  Tony then had taken the opportunity to clean himself with a quick wash in the bathroom while the tests ran.

Ducky looked him over as well.  “I don’t see any residual issues but, not knowing exactly what he was given, I would say he should be watched for 24-48 hours.”

“Will do,” Gibbs answered, not surprising Tony. He was used to Gibbs taking a personal interest in the welfare of his agents when they were injured.

“How did he get the drug into you, Tony,” Ducky asked.

“Kort must really think I’m dumb as a post.  They laced a drink the other guy gave to me, but when I didn’t drink it, I think Kort had to improvise.  He certainly was prepared.  He had this ring that had a really sharp tip.  I don’t think they gave me as big a dose as they thought.  Didn’t they say it should have lasted an hour?  I started coming out of it earlier than that.”

“You’ve always responded badly to medications, Anthony,” Ducky reminded him.

“Yeah, so shouldn’t that have lasted longer?”

“No.  What I mean is you react unpredictably.  Some people do.  Things that should relax you, make you excitable, things that should be stimulants act as sedatives.  Not that simple of course, but an untested drug like they used?  They would have no idea how that would react with your metabolism.”

“That’s reassuring,” Tony said.  He scratched his head nervously.

“Kort didn’t have a ring,” Gibbs said referring to the earlier hypothesis.

“Right, so he ditched it somewhere at the Ball.  I remember a sharp pinch in my arm when we danced and noticing that big ugly piece of jewelry.”  Gibbs stepped closer when he said that as if he were subconsciously protecting Tony.

“Ah, like the poison rings so popular in the 16th century.  They were used either to slip poison into an enemy's food or drink, or to facilitate the suicide of the wearer in order to escape capture or torture.”

“Or in my case - date rape drug me.”  Tony grimaced.  He was just glad his hard on had finally gone down.

“Not the first time DiNozzo.  But it better the hell be the last.”

“Aw Boss, you worried about my virtue?” Tony asked teasingly in order to alleviate the tension.  Gibbs smacked him in the back of the head.  “I’m sure that’s the only reason he danced with me.  I don’t imagine Kort likes any kind of bodily contact.”

Gibbs stared at him, “Never assume.”

“Right. Rule 8.  Don’t take anything for granted,” Tony recited and then grimaced.  “I hope that’s the only reason he danced with me.”

“I don’t want you near him.  He comes calling, you call me,” Gibbs ordered very quietly.  Tony knew he meant it.  They stared at each other for a few moments until Ducky cleared his throat.

“Uh…Tony…I think it’s safe for you to go so long as you’re supervised.  Jethro, I assume you’re taking responsibility for him.”

“I sure am,” Gibbs said without looking at Ducky.  They both heard the older man chuckle as he turned to clean up.  Seeing that Gibbs was holding his duffel bag, Tony said, "You brought my clothes? Guess I should change before we leave.  I can’t wait to get these shoes off."

Gibbs turned and walked away without handing him the bag.

“Or not…” Tony said rushing to catch up to him.

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The car ride was quiet with Gibbs only asking two questions, “How are you feeling?”

Tony fiddled with the masks he held in his hands. He should have returned his to Abby but he asked to hold on to it just a bit longer.  Gibbs' mask belonged to him but Tony hadn’t asked him where he got it.  “Much better…but tired.”

And the other one was, “How much do you remember?”

“Um…I remembered telling Ziva to get help and watching her leave and then it gets pretty vague from there until I see…um a pretty impressive image of a white wolf throwing a man across the room.”

“So you don’t remember that guy?”

“No...not really…”

“But you remember…me?”

Tony nodded.  “You’re a little hard to forget, boss.”  He smiled at Gibbs trying to break the tension.

Gibbs stayed silent until they got to his house.  He helped Tony inside but as soon as the door closed he pressed Tony against the wall and slid to his knees.  “You still think I look hot down here?”

Tony’s eyes widened at the blue eyes gazing up at him. “Completely hot, even without the mask.”  Tony couldn’t believe this was Gibbs actually doing this.  It seemed like a dream.  Maybe he was having more hallucinations.

Gibbs gently kissed the inside of Tony’s thighs and worked himself up his stomach and chest to his face.  He gently held Tony’s head and leaned in for a kiss.  “Still think it’s hot?”

“Yes…” Tony whispered breathlessly before Gibbs engulfed him in a soft, deep kiss, his tongue mapping out patterns in Tony’s mouth.  This didn’t feel like a hallucination.  The coffee tasted very real and Tony found he liked the combined taste of coffee and Gibbs.

“No more teasing.” Gibbs whispered.  “If you want this, I’m yours but no one else gets you anymore.  Not even Ziva.”

“Got it.  All yours,” Tony said.  Even though he knew how fast they were moving, it still felt right.  “And Ziva never had me,” he added to reassure Gibbs.

“Good,” Gibbs said.  “I thought maybe you and she were…”

Tony swore he sounded relieved.  “We’re friends.  I won’t deny there’s never been any interest but mine faded years ago.”  Tony kissed him this time to show where his interest now lay.

“And hers?” Gibbs asked as he broke off the kiss.

“Not so much, I think,” Tony answered honestly.  “It’s sort of been difficult.  I don’t want to hurt her or the team.” Gibbs took Tony’s mouth again, this time much more demanding and dominant.  Tony let him take control of the kiss.

“I may need to remind her of Rule 12,” Gibbs muttered as he began mouthing Tony’s neck.

“Aren’t you breaking Rule 12, boss?” Tony whispered before Gibbs took his mouth for another long, hot exploration of Tony’s mouth with his tongue.

As they broke away, Gibbs looked at him.  “They’re my rules.  I’m allowed to break them.”

Tony yipped a bit as Gibbs hand snuck down to lift his skirt.  Gibbs’ hand felt strong and sure as they massaged Tony’s cock through his boxer-briefs.  “Okay - yes - you can break the rules anytime.”  Tony was panting with desire.

“Needed to make sure it wasn’t just the drugs,” Gibbs said.

Tony whispered, “Not the drugs.”  Gibbs took his hand and led him upstairs.

As they got into the room, Gibbs pushed him gently towards the bed.  Tony sat the mask on the nightstand and began to undress.  Gibbs stopped his hands.  “Leave it on,” he whispered as he reached under the skirt to slide Tony’s underwear off.

“You really did shave everything,” Gibbs observed.  Tony heard the heat behind the words.  It thrilled him that Gibbs found it such a turn-on.

“Nothing like a freshly shorn scrotum,” Tony quipped using his best Dr. Evil voice.  “Austin Powers, 19…” Gibbs began mouthing Tony’s balls gently. “Never mind,” Tony moaned.

He heard Gibbs chuckle and the hum sent an added thrill through Tony.

“Finally found a way to make you stop saying those movie quotes,” Gibbs teased gently.

“You can also shut me up that way anytime you want,” Tony said as Gibbs stood up to finally undress himself.

“How generous of you,” Gibbs responded as he slid his pants off.

Tony appreciated the lean, strong body standing before him and the nicely sized cock that was waiting and apparently willing and ready.  “That’s a big cock you have,” Tony said.

“All the better the fuck you with,” Gibbs replied with a smirk and he pulled on Tony’s left leg and propped it against his shoulder.  He began stroking over the stockings and then into the smooth skin at the top of Tony’s thigh.

“You’re a little kinky, aren’t you?”  Tony asked with a wide, flirtatious smile as he lifted his other leg up towards Gibbs’ shoulder.

“Honestly?”  Gibbs spread Tony’s legs wide apart and to the side as he hungrily gazed at Tony’s entire body.  “Yes, I am.” He slid his hands down Tony’s legs and he lowered himself onto the bed and began kissing Tony’s mouth fervently.  “I think somehow you’ll be able to keep up with me though.”

“Always,” Tony replied before losing himself to Gibbs’ ministrations.  It was intense, feeling Gibbs’ mouth on him.  He’d played with boys before but he knew this was going to be different.  Gibbs kissed him thoroughly and then pulled away to just look into his eyes.  Tony loved Gibbs’ eyes, but knowing he was looking back into Tony’s so intensely was unnerving and thrilling.  Tony had nowhere to hide.

He wasn’t sure if it was some residual side effect from the drugs, Gibbs or what, but he’d never felt so exposed or so thoroughly turned on.  It frightened Tony a bit, if he was honest.  He thought he and Gibbs might have a little fun but he had the sense that this was more than that.  Gibbs’ insistence on ‘no one else’ reverberated in Tony’s head.  Anyone else that had ever said that made Tony want to run,  but he didn’t want to run now.  He wasn’t sure how to feel but he was so turned on he decided he’d worry about it later.

“Hey, you want me to wear the mask?”  He held it up jokingly to break the intensity he felt from Gibbs.

“Never.  We’re done with masks.”  Tony looked at him sharply but then his eyes rolled to the back of his head as Gibbs found a particularly sensitive spot on his neck, just under his ear.  “Costumes, maybe,” he whispered in his ear just before nipping the lobe.  “Or cuffs.”

Tony shivered and dropped the mask onto the floor.  That voice whispering right in his ear was sending him into overdrive.  He wondered if he could convince Gibbs into phone sex or dirty talk or…yeah - he’d worry about his ‘feelings’ later.  A little voice in his head reminded him that’s how he usually got into trouble.

The voice quieted a bit when Gibbs lowered the top of the dress to expose Tony’s nipples and began lapping at them and gently pinching them.  Then all thoughts flew out the window when Gibbs bit down gently. His nipples were quite sensitive and he loved having so much attention lavished on them.  He was so hard he thought he might come from just that.

The voice shut up altogether when he felt hands begin stroking him in earnest and it completely changed its mind by the time Gibbs began thrusting into him.  The man sure knew what he was doing.  Tony knew Gibbs had said the word “Fuck” earlier but clearly that was not what Gibbs was doing.  He was mapping Tony’s body and bringing him to peak after peak without letting him go over.

The way Gibbs watched Tony and adjusted to every single noise Tony made, showed that Gibbs was very intent on pleasing Tony and that he cared for him deeply.  Tony wouldn’t say love - but then Tony never would make that kind of assumption, ever.  He couldn’t remember someone caring that much, except Jeanne, and that was for someone that didn’t exist.

This felt like the ‘it’ he’d been looking for.

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The next morning at breakfast, Gibbs was quiet but Tony thought he seemed content.  It wasn’t like Gibbs was much of a talker, functional mute that he was.  Tony sipped his coffee and was surprised at how Gibbs had gotten it flavored just right.

Though Gibbs wasn’t talking, his body language and behavior said a lot.  He gently touched or squeezed Tony’s shoulder every time he came close. He made Tony breakfast, poured him juice and refilled his coffee attentively. Tony enjoyed the small smiles and the lingering looks Gibbs’ gave him during their meal.  Tony was famished and knowing Gibbs had made breakfast for him made it better.  He felt cared for.

After they ate, Gibbs pulled him to the couch and sat Tony next to him as he opened the paper.  It was a companionable silence and for once Tony didn’t want to break the mood but it was now going on 7:30.

“Don’t we have to go in to work?”

“Nope,” Gibbs answered, turning the page and folding the paper for easier reading.

Tony liked Gibbs in his reading glasses.  He’d never realized how sexy the man was in them.  Of course, he’d never realized just how sexy the man was - period.  Shouldn’t he be freaking out over this?  He’d had sex with his boss.  A man he cared for deeply and greatly respected.  It was sort of mind-boggling how fast everything shifted and yet it didn’t feel fast at all.  Weird.

Instead he decided to distract himself.  “Why?” Tony asked.  Tony knew it would be okay if he didn’t go in, given the events at the party, but for Gibbs not to either seemed hinky.

“Vance told us to stand down for the rest of the week.”

“Vance voluntarily gave us off?  The whole team?” Tony laughed at the unlikelihood of that occurring on its own.

“Not so much voluntarily,” Gibbs responded, confirming Tony’s suspicions that Gibbs had demanded it.  He was sure Gibbs had a few choice words about Vance’s role in the operation even if they weren’t clear on exactly what that role was.

“Ah,” Tony nodded.  “Then, can I have the sports section?”

Gibbs handed the section to him and then pulled Tony down gently so he was lying with his head on Gibbs’ thigh.

Tony folded the paper and felt Gibbs’ hand start stroking his hair as they both read.  It was…nice, he decided.  Not worth freaking about at this point.  He hoped he wouldn’t but knowing his track records with relationships, he would.  And how would they deal with people at work?  And was it just one time?  What exactly did Gibbs want from him?

He glanced up just in time to see those bright blue eyes looking down at him with a half-smile.

“You’re thinking too much, Tony.”  Gibbs scrunched his fingers tighter on Tony’s scalp, massaging it.  It felt good.

“Never been accused of that before,” Tony smiled back at him.

Gibbs snorted.  “I’m not going anywhere.”

'Yeah, this is nice.' Tony thought he could get used to it.

Gibbs ran a hand down Tony’s bare chest and pinched his nipple hard.  “And neither are you,” he added.

'Nice and kinky,' Tony corrected himself with a smile.

“By the way - why were you really late on Monday?  Because I know you weren’t really with anyone named Bambette.”

Tony flushed and looked up at Gibbs.

“How do you...”

“Your cell showed you were at home.”

“McGee tracked my…”

Gibbs interrupted again, “No. I have learned how to do a few things on my own - like track down my boy when he’s late, in case he’s in trouble.”

“Your ‘boy’, huh?”  Tony smiled.  He realized he had been right about why Gibbs had been so angry.  It was because he had lied to him.

“Uh-huh.  And you do have a propensity for trouble.”

“Propensity?  That’s a big word for a functional mute,” Tony grinned.

“Almost as big as ‘bacchanalia.’  And you haven’t answered the question.”

“Are you always going to be so…”

“Concerned, worried, possessive?  The first two - always.  The last - not so much, once you admit you’re my boy and promise not to have any more Bambettes in your life.”

“Ah…yeah well about that - I’m not so good at relationships.”  Tony wasn’t sure he was ready for this conversation.

“Don’t have a good track record myself.  Think it’s because we weren’t in the right one.”

Tony sat up and looked at him.  “And you think this is?”

“I do.”

“You sound pretty sure.”

“I am.”

Tony couldn’t understand how this could happen so fast.  He wondered why Gibbs felt so confident.

“How long have you wanted…”

“Since the day I met you, Tony.”

That surprised Tony.  He just stared at Gibbs in disbelief.

“Not sure why that surprises you.  You are the first to admit you are a sex machine.  Can’t blame me for wanting you, too.  You are a damned fine looking man,” Gibbs explained.

Tony wasn’t sure how to process that.  Looking back, he certainly could see hints that his boss had been physically attracted to him.  Was that all it was?

“Didn’t want to scare you off for just sex.  You are a great agent and I couldn’t risk it.  Didn’t love you until later but you weren’t ready.  Neither was I.  Couldn’t risk losing my boy by moving before we were ready.”

“And now we are?” Tony asked.

“Yes, we are.”

Tony could see the sincerity in his eyes.  Gibbs was sure.  Tony didn’t know why, but he felt he could trust Gibbs with his heart as much as six.  He leaned forward to kiss him and whispered, “Yeah, then I think I am your boy.”  That’s as much as Tony could say at the moment.  Gibbs had used the ‘L’ word.  It wasn’t something Tony trusted himself with yet and it would take time.  For once though, he thought he had someone that was willing to wait until he was ready.

Gibbs seemed to understand.  “Good enough for now, and you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Oh - well - it was stupid really.  I really did lock myself out - except out of my apartment and not my car. I was in a hurry to grab the paper for Mrs. Levi - you know the lady that broke her ankle - and forgot my key and the door closed behind me.  I was breaking back into my own apartment when one of the kids heading for school took a picture and threatened to post it on his Facebook page unless I did a favor for him.  I had to take a few minutes to convince him I was a Federal Agent and would bust him for blackmail.  It’s hard to be scary in boxers.” Tony cringed at the kid’s face when he first had seen Tony wearing SpongeBob Squarepants boxers.  McGee had bought them as a joke and, as it was time for laundry, it was all Tony had had clean to sleep in.

“Tony, you don’t wear boxers.”  Tony knew he was thinking of the red boxer-briefs.

“To sleep in I do - sometimes.”

“Not anymore, you won’t,” Gibbs smiled.

“Really?

“I have some other ideas of things you could wear instead,” Gibbs responded.

“Do tell,” Tony waggled his eyebrows.

“Or maybe I’ll want you to wear nothing at all.”

“I like that idea,” Tony said and kissed him softly.  Gibbs tasted of coffee.  He liked how Gibbs used his tongue to gently explore his mouth without overwhelming him.  There was a subtle hint of heat with the promise of more to come.  Gibbs wasn’t trying to arouse Tony, just establish their mutual longing for later.

Gibbs broke off and rested his head against Tony’s.  “I thought you would.  Now we’re going to finish reading the paper and then we’ll take a shower, and make love some more until lunch, and then go to the Home Depot and the drug store,” Gibbs said matter-of-factly as he turned back to his paper.  “I need some lumber and we need to stock up on condoms and lubrication.  We can stop by your place to pick up some things for the weekend, and find someone else to get Mrs. Levi’s paper for awhile.  Tonight, we’ll order pizza and watch the game and then have sex again.  You can top tonight.”  He patted Tony’s cheek tenderly and then turned back to his paper.

Tony gaped at him.  It was an unusual approach but it was very Gibbs-like. He laughed.  Being with Gibbs was certainly going to be interesting.  He settled down to read again.  It actually sounded like it would be a nice day.

After five minutes of reading, Gibbs broke the silence.  “You don’t by chance have that green dress anymore do you?” Gibbs asked nonchalantly without looking at Tony.

'Yeah - this is going to be interesting," Tony thought.  He was looking forward to it.Epilogue

There were two bodies found in the Potomac a month later.  Though not in NCIS jurisdiction, Fornell had called him out to the scene after an anonymous tip prompted the FBI to investigate before the local LEOs got there.  Gibbs recognized the scumbag that had molested Tony and had a hard time suppressing a smile of satisfaction at seeing the bloated corpse.  The other had been identified as Mandy Williams, a senator’s aide that had been missing for a month. Kort must have gotten the all the intel he needed before disposing of his informants.

The story was the two were having an affair and drove off the road after drinking a little too heavily.  Witnesses placed them at a bar together a month ago and neither was ever seen after that.  It was mildly scandalous considering his marriage and her age - but it almost normal in Washington terms.  All the alphabets agreed to stick to that scenario.  It was quickly ruled accidental.  Gibbs wondered where Kort found the ‘witnesses’.

Gibbs’ phone rang.

“I will assume I’m forgiven now,” said the familiar voice of Trent Kort.

Gibbs grimaced.  It had taken a long time but he finally had his mate and quite honestly - Kort was the reason it had happened, which was the only reason Kort was still alive and well.

“Forgiven might be too strong a word,” Gibbs answered.

Gibbs had taken Tony into his bed and his life.  Gibbs had had to remind Ziva several times about Rule 12 to get her to begin leaving Tony alone but they were determined to not mess up the team so no one at NCIS was aware of their new relationship.

He was pleased that Tony turned out to be as playful and kinky as he could have ever hoped.  As much as Gibbs loved Tony as he was on a daily basis: masculine, brave, normally a little hairy, he didn’t deny that he enjoyed the occasional foray into smooth skin covered by silky, feminine clothing.  Tony was always happy to oblige, along with any other number of scenarios they played at.   He thought he might finally surprise Tony and wear his dress blues that night to celebrate.  Tony had been begging to play ‘Gunny and the new recruit’ almost since the second day they woke up together.

“Your boy did good, Gibbs.  He really is best at undercover work,” Kort added.

Gibbs felt his protective hackles rise at the image of Kort kissing Tony.

“You ever use any of my agents again like that, all bets are off.  And come near Tony, I will end you.”

“Spoken like a true Alpha Wolf.”  Gibbs smiled at hearing Kort acknowledge his authority.  Tony was his and his alone.



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