NCIS "A Storm in the Desert" Gibbs/Tony NC17 2/2
Title: A Storm in the Desert
Author: ALF
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/character: Gibbs/Tony
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 12,384
Kink: Piercing, toys, D/s, Master/slave, Virgin!Tony, orgasm denial, spanking
Summary: This story is the obligatory “How Tony joined NCIS” story, but with a twist. In a world where it is common for an organisation to own the title or debenture to it’s employees, Gibbs goes to Baltimore to work a homicide, where he partners with one Detective DiNozzo. This story starts as the case ends, with Gibbs deciding to buy Tony’s title. Except he buys him for himself, not NCIS. Tony has somehow managed to remain a virgin till now, though he gives great head. Join the two of them as Gibbs makes Tony his own, training him to take his cock, while at the same time teaching him how to be an NCIS agent. See Tony’s first day on the job at NCIS and what happens when Gibbs fucks him for the very first time.
Notes/Warnings: Written for the first ever kink_bigbang With the biggest thank you to two special people, CPWatcher for the awesome artwork & vid and to spikedluv for the awesome beta job, despite a RL implosion. This story has several firsts for me - my first in this fandom (apart from a short PWP), my first bigbang and the first time for literally *years* that I've written something this long. Therefore, I'm pretty darn nervous about posting it.
Artist: CPWatcher
Part 1
After an uneventful trip back to D.C. Gibbs gave them a few days to get accustomed to living together in his house, before Tony’s first day on the job as an NCIS agent. When Gibbs had informed Director Morrow of his new acquisition, he had merely grunted and said he’d meet Tony on his first day. Gibbs was grateful for that and for the amount of latitude the Director afforded him, as head of the Major Case team.
Tony had remained eagerly enthusiastic whatever Gibbs did with him and despite his lack of proper training, showed himself to be obedient and responsive to direction. Gibbs had spent some time pondering the issue of withholding orgasm, when Tony had shown it was something he was not only used to, but also seemed to expect. In the end, Gibbs had decided he would only use it in special circumstances, when he was trying to teach Tony a particular lesson, otherwise he saw no point to making Tony hold back, when it was clearly a skill he’d already mastered.
After several days of sex, food and not much else, Sunday evening rolled around and Gibbs summoned Tony into the bedroom. Tony stood there, feet apart and hands behind his back, in a perfect imitation of the parade rest position. He was wearing sweat pants, but nothing else, having just finished cleaning up the kitchen after dinner.
Gibbs took a second to admire the view, then stepped forward and stripped off the sweat pants, pressing his lips to Tony’s as he did so. He didn’t stop until Tony was moaning into the kiss, hands gripping Gibbs’s shoulders as he fought to stay upright. His cock was pressed against Gibbs, hot and hard and throbbing. Gibbs stepped back and guided Tony so that he was bent over and supporting himself on the bed, legs spread wide.
Gibbs removed the small plug that Tony had been wearing near constantly since he’d first inserted it a few days ago. Tony swayed and cried out at the loss, making Gibbs grin. But he still slapped Tony’s ass, hard and barked out, “Behave!”
Tony froze in place, body locked and rigid, clearly fighting his reaction to the slap. Pleased, Gibbs did it again, leaving matching red marks on Tony’s buttocks. Tony stayed in position and Gibbs rewarded him by raining down a series of blows on the smooth ass he coveted so much.
When he was satisfied with the heated glow of Tony’s ass, Gibbs moved over to the nightstand, where he had left lube and a new plug, larger than the one Tony had been wearing until now. Turning back to Tony, he took a minute to admire the view, his cock throbbing eagerly in his pants. The craving to fuck Tony grew stronger every day, but Gibbs forced himself to patience, knowing that it would be its own reward in the end.
Going to stand behind Tony again, Gibbs quickly lubed up the plug, then used one hand to part Tony’s ass cheeks. He rubbed the tip of the plug over Tony’s hole for a second, admiring the sight. When he was satisfied he had made Tony wait long enough, he quickly pressed the plug forward and into the tight ring of muscle.
Tony’s muscles quivered as he fought not to move or respond to the penetration. This plug was thicker than the first one, though not much bigger overall. Once Gibbs had pushed it all the way into place, he twisted it a few times, then teased Tony by pulling it back and then shoving it in once more.
Tony cried out as the plug sank into his ass and Gibbs grinned, pleased that he had gotten Tony to respond. It wasn’t fair, but Gibbs didn’t care, he was enjoying himself, while being impressed by the control Tony had shown him.
Reaching around, Gibbs got a firm grip on Tony’s hot, slick cock. He began to stroke the thick, hard flesh in just the way Tony liked, while using his other hand to continue playing with the plug in Tony’s ass. Unable to hold back, noises spilled from Tony’s mouth, as he rocked between the twin stimulus of Gibbs’s hand on his cock and at his ass.
Feeling how close Tony was to the edge, Gibbs gave him that little extra he seemed to need to get over, whispering, “Come for me, Tony,” in his ear as he twisted both hands just right and then bit down on Tony’s lobe. It was more than enough, Tony giving it up to Gibbs with a shout, body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
Gibbs guided him through his release, gentling him as he came down from the high, hands soothing Tony, as his legs shook and he rested back against the solid strength of his Master’s body. Satisfied, Gibbs got Tony situated on the bed, smirking as Tony reacted to the feeling of his sore ass coming into contact with the material, despite the sheets being finest Egyptian cotton.
Gibbs whisked away the towel he’d put down in preparation for Tony’s release. He cleaned up in the bathroom, then brought back gel for Tony’s ass and a warm washcloth to wipe him down. Tony drifted in his usual post-orgasmic haze, body and mind blissed out by the pleasure Gibbs had wrought in him. Satisfied, Gibbs undressed and slipped into bed himself. It was relatively early still, but they had a big day ahead and turning in now wasn’t a bad idea.
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The next morning, Gibbs was up at 0500, but let Tony sleep a little longer. When he had finished his first cup of coffee, Gibbs went back upstairs, pleased to see Tony was just stirring awake.
“You’ve got thirty minutes to shower and dress and meet me downstairs,” Gibbs told him, once he was sure Tony was awake enough to take in what was being said.
Tony nodded quickly, slipping out of bed to head for the bathroom. Gibbs listened to the shower come on, then went back downstairs to read the paper and eat some toast while he waited.
Twenty-eight minutes later, Tony entered the kitchen and Gibbs looked up. His breath drew in sharply as he took in the sight. Tony was wearing one of the many suits that he had brought with him when they left Baltimore, his collar visible despite the shirt and tie he wore. Gibbs wasn’t a fanciful man, but he would swear to the fact that Tony was glowing right now. He was immaculately turned out and Gibbs wanted nothing more than to rip the suit from his body, throw him down and fuck him through the floor.
Biting the inside of his cheek and blowing air through his nose, Gibbs got his lustful impulses under control. “Breakfast?” he managed to ask in a normal-sounding voice.
Tony nodded and joined Gibbs at the table, taking a slice of toast and buttering it, while Gibbs took a minute to get them both coffee and work on his control some more. This was going to be harder than he anticipated, bad pun aside, and Gibbs hoped he was man enough to cope. No doubt it would take all of his Marine control and sniper patience to get through the next few weeks, until he finally claimed Tony properly as his own.
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The rest of breakfast and the trip to the Navy Yard were thankfully uneventful and Tony took Gibbs’s driving without too much flinching, which earned him major points. Once parked, Gibbs led Tony through security, collecting a folder of paperwork that Tony would need to fill out, in order to get his credentials. They took the elevator straight up to the level where the Director’s office was, neatly avoiding the possibility of introductions until Gibbs was ready for them.
Morrow’s assistant was expecting them and nodded to Gibbs to go right in to the Director’s office. Gibbs gave a curt nod in reply, opening the door and ushering Tony through with a possessive hand to the small of his back. He was aware of the weight of the assistant’s gaze on Tony’s ass as they passed his desk and fought to control his instinctive reaction to go over and rip the guy to shreds for his behavior.
Once inside, Morrow stood waiting beside the conference table. “Agent Gibbs,” he said, greeting his most senior agent with a quick nod of the head.
“Director,” Gibbs nodded back, then stood aside so that the Director could see Tony. “This is my new Agent, Anthony DiNozzo,” he said and waited to see what would happen.
Tony didn’t disappoint him, he fell gracefully to his knees, head bent forward, exposing his neck, hands resting on his knees.
Morrow circled round Tony a time or two, sharp gaze missing nothing as Gibbs waited for his response.
“Present,” Morrow eventually ordered and Tony rose smoothly back to his feet and into the parade rest stance, hands clasped behind his back, head still bowed. Morrow moved forward into Tony’s space and tilted his head up, so that he could look into his eyes.
After a few charged moments, Morrow released Tony and stepped back again. Holding out a hand, he said, “Welcome to NCIS, Agent DiNozzo.”
Tony took the hand and they shook. Tony didn’t speak, not having had permission. When Morrow released his hand, Tony resumed his previous stance, awaiting instructions.
“We can catch up on the last few weeks later, Gibbs,” Morrow said and Gibbs nodded agreement. Although he had emailed a report to Morrow on the case in Baltimore, he knew that the Director would still want to hear it from Gibbs as well. There were always insights that any good agent didn’t put in his official report, things that didn’t belong there, but that Morrow liked to be told about. Morrow would also highlight the most important cases that had occurred in Gibbs’s absence, ones that Pacci and Burley had been involved in while Gibbs was in Baltimore.
Gibbs would have various reports to read in relation to those cases and any others that other teams had been involved with as well. Additionally, there would be reports on what the other NCIS offices across America and around the world had dealt with in his absence. It was Gibbs’s worst nightmare, dealing with mounds of paperwork, but a necessary evil in his job. Unless a really hot case came in, Gibbs knew he would likely spend the whole of the day drowning in administrivia.
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Once Morrow had dismissed them, Gibbs knew he couldn’t postpone the next step any more. Guiding Tony back out of Morrow’s office, he stopped just outside the assistant’s outer office.
“Time to meet the rest of the team,” Gibbs told Tony, feeling unaccountably nervous.
Tony clearly picked up on it. He took one of Gibbs’s hands in both of his, warm grip reassuring Gibbs, as much as his smile did. “I’ll be fine, Master Gibbs,” he said quietly, although there was no one around.
“I know,” Gibbs said, relaxing at Tony’s quiet confidence. “It’s not your first time in this situation, is it?”
Tony shook his head. “No, Master,” he said.
“Alright, let’s do this,” Gibbs said, squaring his shoulders, then leaning in to give Tony a brief dry kiss to the lips. Tony gave him a warm smile and fell in behind Gibbs, as he led the way down the stairs to the squad room.
As he walked down, Gibbs could see Pacci and Burley at their desks, heads down, clearly working. Neither gave any indication of sensing the approaching presence of their boss and their new team member. Gibbs stepped off the stairs and rounded the corner to the open area between their desks. “Pacci! Burley!” he barked out, making both look up, startled at his sudden appearance.
Both stood hurriedly. “Master,” they chorused in greeting, eyes flicking between Gibbs and Tony where he stood behind Gibbs, clearly curious.
Gibbs stepped to one side, exposing Tony to their view. “This is Agent Anthony DiNozzo, our new team member,” he announced formally.
Surprise and shock froze their expressions. They had not expected this coup de grace when Gibbs returned from Baltimore, having thought it to be a routine case and Gibbs’s enquiries about Tony to be the routine ones he always made, when he was forced to work with another agency or police department.
Tony waited behind Gibbs, unmoving. Gibbs would swear he could feel Tony’s nervous vibes despite the two feet separating them. Finally, the tableau broke when Pacci stepped forward and offered a hand. As fellow team members, they were equal, so there would be no kneeling here.
“Welcome to the team,” Pacci spoke formally.
Tony took the hand and they shook. “Thank you, Agent Pacci,” he said, equally as formal.
Burley stepped forward as well and took his turn. His tone was formal as well, but Gibbs had no trouble detecting the hint of ice in his voice. Gibbs knew that Burley had always fancied himself the boss’s favorite, although it was based on nothing more than his greater longevity on the team.
Tony showed no outward sign of detecting any hostility, but Gibbs was already attuned to him and could see a slight tension around the shoulders that suggested he had picked up on Burley’s less than cordial mien as well.
Breaking the stand off by striding to his desk, Gibbs indicated the empty desk across from his own. “That’s your place, DiNozzo,” he said. “Get started on that security paperwork.”
“Yes, Master,” Tony said quietly, sitting down and opening the buff folder he still held.
A few seconds later, Pacci and Burley were back at their desks and working again. Gibbs released a heavy breath, pleased the first hurdle had been crossed. He was under no illusions, though, that he wouldn’t have to deal with Burley further down the line.
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Six Weeks Later
In the six weeks that Gibbs and Tony had been together, things had been good. They’d had a few ups and downs as Tony got to grips with Gibbs’s expectations of him and what it meant to be an NCIS agent, but on the whole, Gibbs was pleased. Tony had made great strides in understanding who he was and how to behave. He had also learned a lot about what it meant to be wanted by someone, with a great intensity and focus in that desire. Gibbs had also learned how to control his own desires and be patient, as he gradually built Tony up to being ready for Gibbs to finally take him and fuck him.
So now, on the six week anniversary of the signing of their contract, Gibbs was ready to make Tony his at last. Gibbs had spoken to the Director, who had agreed to take the team off rotation for the day, so that they spent it doing paperwork. Fortunately, it was a Thursday and their last case had wrapped on Tuesday and because that case had involved them working all weekend, the Director had also agreed to give the team the day off on Friday.
Gibbs had allowed them to leave on time and smirked as Pacci and Burley hurried for the elevator, calling out goodbyes as they left. Tony remained at his desk, head down over a folder, as he had been for the last couple of hours.
“DiNozzo!” Gibbs barked, getting up and crossing to the other man’s desk.
Tony looked up, clearly startled. “Master?” he asked, wide-eyed with surprise.
“I said, it’s time to go home, Tony,” Gibbs spoke more softly, once he was next to Tony’s desk, where no one could overhear. He tried to get a glimpse of the folder Tony had open. “What are you working on, anyway?”
“Uh, nothing,” Tony said defensively, flipping the folder closed.
Gibbs frowned. This was not how he wanted this day to end, not when he had such high hopes for the evening. “Tony,” he said slowly, a warning note in his tone.
“I was just looking over my report on the case,” Tony said, a blush staining his cheeks.
Gibbs was puzzled. “Why?” he asked.
Tony gave a little shrug. “I wanted to make sure I had everything recorded properly.”
“You did, Tony, I would have handed you back the report if there was anything wrong with it,” Gibbs reassured him. This wasn’t the first time this issue had arisen in the last six weeks, but Gibbs hoped it would be the last.
“I guess,” Tony agreed.
“Good. Now let’s get going,” Gibbs told him. “I have special plans for tonight and they don’t include having to punish you.”
Tony tidied up his desk and shut down his computer, as Gibbs switched off his desk lamp. They both collected their belongings and headed for the parking garage.
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Once home, Gibbs headed for the bedroom, but sent Tony to the kitchen to prepare some food for them to nibble on. Gibbs had a couple of preparations he needed to finish before he allowed Tony upstairs.
By the time Tony arrived in the bedroom, carrying a tray with fruit, cheese and crackers, as well as glasses and the bottle of champagne Gibbs had put in the fridge that morning, Gibbs was waiting for him. He had lit a few candles and placed them strategically around the room, as well as setting out some things he needed to execute his plan. Gibbs had also found time to strip out of his suit and into sweatpants and nothing else and he smiled at Tony’s blatantly appreciative look, as he set down the tray on their bureau.
Gibbs stepped forward as soon as Tony’s hands were free, drawing him into a deep, prolonged kiss. Tony was limp in his grasp inside thirty seconds, as he always was, when Gibbs kissed him like this. Apart from one crucial part of his anatomy, of course. That was hot and hard against Gibbs’s thigh as he pushed Tony up against the bureau and nudged his legs apart.
Tony moaned and Gibbs broke the kiss, allowing them both to pant for air. Tony’s eyes were dark with arousal, smoldering with need, his lips swollen from the kiss and Gibbs groaned at the sight of him, desperately hard himself as well. He changed his plans somewhat in that moment, deciding they both needed to take the edge off now, to make what he intended for the rest of the evening to last longer and be even sweeter.
Stepping back, he fell gracefully to his knees, surprising Tony. “Master?” Gibbs heard him ask hesitantly. This wasn’t something that Gibbs did very often and Tony was clearly uncertain about this behavior. Gibbs knew it wasn’t what he would have been expecting to happen.
“Hush, Tony,” Gibbs soothed, making short work of stripping Tony’s pants and boxers. “This is just the start of things, it’ll mean you enjoy what happens later even more.”
Tony stayed quiet after that, apart from a whimpered moan, as Gibbs expertly sucked down his hard cock. Tony might have a mouth made for sin and plenty of experience at giving blow jobs, but Gibbs had had practice himself and while he might not indulge often, when he did, he was able to quickly read a partner’s needs and preferences, then apply that knowledge to getting his partner off. Thus, it didn’t take long before he had Tony giving it up to him with a shout of pleasure, Gibbs easily swallowing all he had to offer. Gibbs had slid his hand into his own pants and gotten himself off with a few hard strokes, more intent on Tony’s release than his own at this particular moment.
Gibbs rose smoothly to his feet, ignoring the creak of protest from his knees and leaned in and kissed Tony, who was still dazed from the blowjob. Gibbs carefully maneuvered them across the room to the bed, Tony going easily, clinging on to him, as they continued to kiss. Gibbs stopped by the side of the bed and finally broke the kiss, easing away from Tony, despite the mewl of protest it earned him. He quickly stripped them both of their clothes, then urged Tony onto the bed, face down.
Gibbs climbed onto the bed and straddled Tony, reaching to the nightstand for the bottle of massage oil he’d left there in a warmer earlier. He poured a stream of it down Tony’s back, enjoying the moan that spilled from Tony’s lips. Tony loved it when Gibbs massaged him and they both knew it signaled the start of the night’s main event.
Gibbs worked his way down Tony’s back slowly, taking his time, reveling in every moan, grunt and sigh he won from his Pet at the lavish attention. Before long, Tony was relaxed into the mattress, a puddle of goo beneath Gibbs. Although Gibbs knew that Tony was rock hard again, just as he was too, as they both anticipated what was still to happen.
Gibbs moved off of Tony’s hips to straddle his legs, allowing his massage to move to Tony’s ass, kneading the tight gluteus muscles firmly. Tony’s noises rose in pitch and volume and his hips rocked beneath Gibbs’s hands, as he tried to get friction for his aching cock. Gibbs had his knees locked in place either side of Tony, though, which prevented him from moving very far.
Gibbs moved his hands inwards across the landscape of Tony’s butt cheeks, parting them to reveal the end of the plug that Tony was currently wearing. This one was made from a mold of Gibbs’s cock, something they’d both enjoyed creating the previous weekend. Tony loved wearing it, of course, because it got him that much closer to the real thing.
Now, though, Gibbs wiped his hands on the towel he’d left handy on the bed, so that he could get a firm grip of the end of the plug. Putting one hand on Tony’s lower back to hold him in place, Gibbs carefully, but smoothly, pulled the plug free. Tony writhed beneath him, but didn’t have enough leeway to get very far, with Gibbs’s hold on him.
The plug came out with a small popping noise and Gibbs dropped it onto the towel, before reaching for the tube of lube beside it. Slicking up his fingers, he pressed two immediately into Tony’s hole, loving the silky smooth feel of his passage and the way the flesh clung to him. Tony cried out, trying to buck back into Gibbs’s actions, but frustrated again by Gibbs’s position.
Gibbs twisted and scissored the fingers, knowing that Tony didn’t really need that much stretching after having the plug in him for so long, but they both enjoyed the play, so he decided to indulge. It was a special night, after all.
Three fingers easily replaced two and Gibbs began to stroke Tony’s prostate as he worked the fingers in his ass. Tony’s cries again escalated, as Gibbs worked him up to the edge, then stopped. Tony fought harder to move beneath him, but Gibbs anticipated and rode out all his moves, ensuring Tony couldn’t get the extra stimulation he needed to come. This time, Tony wouldn’t finish until Gibbs was buried deep inside him, filling him in the way they both desired.
Gibbs withdrew his fingers again and reached for the lube. He had been tempted to see how much of his fist Tony could take tonight, but decided to wait a while longer for that treat. He was getting ever closer to his own limits and was desperate to finally fulfill his burning need to fuck Tony.
Coating his cock with the lube, Gibbs moved off of Tony, wanting a different position for their first time. Although he knew Tony was flexible enough for them to do this face to face, Gibbs wanted Tony to feel surrounded by Gibbs, possessed by him completely when he fucked him, so he persuaded Tony to roll onto his side, then stretched out behind him, pressing his body as close as he could.
Parting Tony’s ass with one hand, Gibbs used the other to position his cock at Tony’s slick hole, head just nudging against it. “Ready, Tony?” Gibbs whispered, breaking the silence that had arisen between them.
Tony just nodded, beyond words and Gibbs pressed forward. To his credit, Tony didn’t tense up, he just relaxed even further and allowed Gibbs to push the head of his cock into his body. Gibbs bit his lip, concentrating hard on not moving too fast or coming before he’d gotten inside Tony. It wasn’t easy, he’d been waiting for this moment so long. But Gibbs was determined to make this good for both of them, so he took it slowly, sliding his cock in gradually, feeling Tony loosen and relax more and more as he was filled.
Finally, Gibbs was all the way inside, pressed as close to Tony as it was possible to get without them becoming one person. “God,” Gibbs breathed, barely aware he spoke as he took in the sensation of the heated grip of Tony’s body. Despite the preparation and the build up, Tony’s passage was still tight around him. Gibbs felt more at home in that moment than he ever had. They lay there, intimately connected, for a long time, until Gibbs began ever so slowly, to move.
Tony responded enthusiastically, moving backwards into Gibbs’s thrusts, grunting and moaning as Gibbs stepped up his pace. Tony reached for his own cock, but Gibbs got there first, squeezing firmly. “Mine!” he reminded Tony, as he began to stroke the firm flesh in time with his increasingly frenzied movements. They had both wanted this for too long for it to last, but Gibbs didn’t care. This was just the first time of many, after all.
When Gibbs felt Tony getting close to the edge, he thrust in as hard and as deeply as he could, stroking over Tony’s prostate as he did so. It was all Tony needed and he came with a yell to wake the dead, ass clenching hard around Gibbs’s cock as he did so. It was all Gibbs needed to come as well and he yelled pretty loudly himself as he froze, cock buried deep, spurting come into Tony’s ass.
Finally, they were truly a couple, Master and Pet, connected in the most primitive way, bonded for the rest of their lifetime together.
Finis
Author: ALF
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/character: Gibbs/Tony
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 12,384
Kink: Piercing, toys, D/s, Master/slave, Virgin!Tony, orgasm denial, spanking
Summary: This story is the obligatory “How Tony joined NCIS” story, but with a twist. In a world where it is common for an organisation to own the title or debenture to it’s employees, Gibbs goes to Baltimore to work a homicide, where he partners with one Detective DiNozzo. This story starts as the case ends, with Gibbs deciding to buy Tony’s title. Except he buys him for himself, not NCIS. Tony has somehow managed to remain a virgin till now, though he gives great head. Join the two of them as Gibbs makes Tony his own, training him to take his cock, while at the same time teaching him how to be an NCIS agent. See Tony’s first day on the job at NCIS and what happens when Gibbs fucks him for the very first time.
Notes/Warnings: Written for the first ever kink_bigbang With the biggest thank you to two special people, CPWatcher for the awesome artwork & vid and to spikedluv for the awesome beta job, despite a RL implosion. This story has several firsts for me - my first in this fandom (apart from a short PWP), my first bigbang and the first time for literally *years* that I've written something this long. Therefore, I'm pretty darn nervous about posting it.
Artist: CPWatcher
Part 1
After an uneventful trip back to D.C. Gibbs gave them a few days to get accustomed to living together in his house, before Tony’s first day on the job as an NCIS agent. When Gibbs had informed Director Morrow of his new acquisition, he had merely grunted and said he’d meet Tony on his first day. Gibbs was grateful for that and for the amount of latitude the Director afforded him, as head of the Major Case team.
Tony had remained eagerly enthusiastic whatever Gibbs did with him and despite his lack of proper training, showed himself to be obedient and responsive to direction. Gibbs had spent some time pondering the issue of withholding orgasm, when Tony had shown it was something he was not only used to, but also seemed to expect. In the end, Gibbs had decided he would only use it in special circumstances, when he was trying to teach Tony a particular lesson, otherwise he saw no point to making Tony hold back, when it was clearly a skill he’d already mastered.
After several days of sex, food and not much else, Sunday evening rolled around and Gibbs summoned Tony into the bedroom. Tony stood there, feet apart and hands behind his back, in a perfect imitation of the parade rest position. He was wearing sweat pants, but nothing else, having just finished cleaning up the kitchen after dinner.
Gibbs took a second to admire the view, then stepped forward and stripped off the sweat pants, pressing his lips to Tony’s as he did so. He didn’t stop until Tony was moaning into the kiss, hands gripping Gibbs’s shoulders as he fought to stay upright. His cock was pressed against Gibbs, hot and hard and throbbing. Gibbs stepped back and guided Tony so that he was bent over and supporting himself on the bed, legs spread wide.
Gibbs removed the small plug that Tony had been wearing near constantly since he’d first inserted it a few days ago. Tony swayed and cried out at the loss, making Gibbs grin. But he still slapped Tony’s ass, hard and barked out, “Behave!”
Tony froze in place, body locked and rigid, clearly fighting his reaction to the slap. Pleased, Gibbs did it again, leaving matching red marks on Tony’s buttocks. Tony stayed in position and Gibbs rewarded him by raining down a series of blows on the smooth ass he coveted so much.
When he was satisfied with the heated glow of Tony’s ass, Gibbs moved over to the nightstand, where he had left lube and a new plug, larger than the one Tony had been wearing until now. Turning back to Tony, he took a minute to admire the view, his cock throbbing eagerly in his pants. The craving to fuck Tony grew stronger every day, but Gibbs forced himself to patience, knowing that it would be its own reward in the end.
Going to stand behind Tony again, Gibbs quickly lubed up the plug, then used one hand to part Tony’s ass cheeks. He rubbed the tip of the plug over Tony’s hole for a second, admiring the sight. When he was satisfied he had made Tony wait long enough, he quickly pressed the plug forward and into the tight ring of muscle.
Tony’s muscles quivered as he fought not to move or respond to the penetration. This plug was thicker than the first one, though not much bigger overall. Once Gibbs had pushed it all the way into place, he twisted it a few times, then teased Tony by pulling it back and then shoving it in once more.
Tony cried out as the plug sank into his ass and Gibbs grinned, pleased that he had gotten Tony to respond. It wasn’t fair, but Gibbs didn’t care, he was enjoying himself, while being impressed by the control Tony had shown him.
Reaching around, Gibbs got a firm grip on Tony’s hot, slick cock. He began to stroke the thick, hard flesh in just the way Tony liked, while using his other hand to continue playing with the plug in Tony’s ass. Unable to hold back, noises spilled from Tony’s mouth, as he rocked between the twin stimulus of Gibbs’s hand on his cock and at his ass.
Feeling how close Tony was to the edge, Gibbs gave him that little extra he seemed to need to get over, whispering, “Come for me, Tony,” in his ear as he twisted both hands just right and then bit down on Tony’s lobe. It was more than enough, Tony giving it up to Gibbs with a shout, body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
Gibbs guided him through his release, gentling him as he came down from the high, hands soothing Tony, as his legs shook and he rested back against the solid strength of his Master’s body. Satisfied, Gibbs got Tony situated on the bed, smirking as Tony reacted to the feeling of his sore ass coming into contact with the material, despite the sheets being finest Egyptian cotton.
Gibbs whisked away the towel he’d put down in preparation for Tony’s release. He cleaned up in the bathroom, then brought back gel for Tony’s ass and a warm washcloth to wipe him down. Tony drifted in his usual post-orgasmic haze, body and mind blissed out by the pleasure Gibbs had wrought in him. Satisfied, Gibbs undressed and slipped into bed himself. It was relatively early still, but they had a big day ahead and turning in now wasn’t a bad idea.
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The next morning, Gibbs was up at 0500, but let Tony sleep a little longer. When he had finished his first cup of coffee, Gibbs went back upstairs, pleased to see Tony was just stirring awake.
“You’ve got thirty minutes to shower and dress and meet me downstairs,” Gibbs told him, once he was sure Tony was awake enough to take in what was being said.
Tony nodded quickly, slipping out of bed to head for the bathroom. Gibbs listened to the shower come on, then went back downstairs to read the paper and eat some toast while he waited.
Twenty-eight minutes later, Tony entered the kitchen and Gibbs looked up. His breath drew in sharply as he took in the sight. Tony was wearing one of the many suits that he had brought with him when they left Baltimore, his collar visible despite the shirt and tie he wore. Gibbs wasn’t a fanciful man, but he would swear to the fact that Tony was glowing right now. He was immaculately turned out and Gibbs wanted nothing more than to rip the suit from his body, throw him down and fuck him through the floor.
Biting the inside of his cheek and blowing air through his nose, Gibbs got his lustful impulses under control. “Breakfast?” he managed to ask in a normal-sounding voice.
Tony nodded and joined Gibbs at the table, taking a slice of toast and buttering it, while Gibbs took a minute to get them both coffee and work on his control some more. This was going to be harder than he anticipated, bad pun aside, and Gibbs hoped he was man enough to cope. No doubt it would take all of his Marine control and sniper patience to get through the next few weeks, until he finally claimed Tony properly as his own.
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The rest of breakfast and the trip to the Navy Yard were thankfully uneventful and Tony took Gibbs’s driving without too much flinching, which earned him major points. Once parked, Gibbs led Tony through security, collecting a folder of paperwork that Tony would need to fill out, in order to get his credentials. They took the elevator straight up to the level where the Director’s office was, neatly avoiding the possibility of introductions until Gibbs was ready for them.
Morrow’s assistant was expecting them and nodded to Gibbs to go right in to the Director’s office. Gibbs gave a curt nod in reply, opening the door and ushering Tony through with a possessive hand to the small of his back. He was aware of the weight of the assistant’s gaze on Tony’s ass as they passed his desk and fought to control his instinctive reaction to go over and rip the guy to shreds for his behavior.
Once inside, Morrow stood waiting beside the conference table. “Agent Gibbs,” he said, greeting his most senior agent with a quick nod of the head.
“Director,” Gibbs nodded back, then stood aside so that the Director could see Tony. “This is my new Agent, Anthony DiNozzo,” he said and waited to see what would happen.
Tony didn’t disappoint him, he fell gracefully to his knees, head bent forward, exposing his neck, hands resting on his knees.
Morrow circled round Tony a time or two, sharp gaze missing nothing as Gibbs waited for his response.
“Present,” Morrow eventually ordered and Tony rose smoothly back to his feet and into the parade rest stance, hands clasped behind his back, head still bowed. Morrow moved forward into Tony’s space and tilted his head up, so that he could look into his eyes.
After a few charged moments, Morrow released Tony and stepped back again. Holding out a hand, he said, “Welcome to NCIS, Agent DiNozzo.”
Tony took the hand and they shook. Tony didn’t speak, not having had permission. When Morrow released his hand, Tony resumed his previous stance, awaiting instructions.
“We can catch up on the last few weeks later, Gibbs,” Morrow said and Gibbs nodded agreement. Although he had emailed a report to Morrow on the case in Baltimore, he knew that the Director would still want to hear it from Gibbs as well. There were always insights that any good agent didn’t put in his official report, things that didn’t belong there, but that Morrow liked to be told about. Morrow would also highlight the most important cases that had occurred in Gibbs’s absence, ones that Pacci and Burley had been involved in while Gibbs was in Baltimore.
Gibbs would have various reports to read in relation to those cases and any others that other teams had been involved with as well. Additionally, there would be reports on what the other NCIS offices across America and around the world had dealt with in his absence. It was Gibbs’s worst nightmare, dealing with mounds of paperwork, but a necessary evil in his job. Unless a really hot case came in, Gibbs knew he would likely spend the whole of the day drowning in administrivia.
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Once Morrow had dismissed them, Gibbs knew he couldn’t postpone the next step any more. Guiding Tony back out of Morrow’s office, he stopped just outside the assistant’s outer office.
“Time to meet the rest of the team,” Gibbs told Tony, feeling unaccountably nervous.
Tony clearly picked up on it. He took one of Gibbs’s hands in both of his, warm grip reassuring Gibbs, as much as his smile did. “I’ll be fine, Master Gibbs,” he said quietly, although there was no one around.
“I know,” Gibbs said, relaxing at Tony’s quiet confidence. “It’s not your first time in this situation, is it?”
Tony shook his head. “No, Master,” he said.
“Alright, let’s do this,” Gibbs said, squaring his shoulders, then leaning in to give Tony a brief dry kiss to the lips. Tony gave him a warm smile and fell in behind Gibbs, as he led the way down the stairs to the squad room.
As he walked down, Gibbs could see Pacci and Burley at their desks, heads down, clearly working. Neither gave any indication of sensing the approaching presence of their boss and their new team member. Gibbs stepped off the stairs and rounded the corner to the open area between their desks. “Pacci! Burley!” he barked out, making both look up, startled at his sudden appearance.
Both stood hurriedly. “Master,” they chorused in greeting, eyes flicking between Gibbs and Tony where he stood behind Gibbs, clearly curious.
Gibbs stepped to one side, exposing Tony to their view. “This is Agent Anthony DiNozzo, our new team member,” he announced formally.
Surprise and shock froze their expressions. They had not expected this coup de grace when Gibbs returned from Baltimore, having thought it to be a routine case and Gibbs’s enquiries about Tony to be the routine ones he always made, when he was forced to work with another agency or police department.
Tony waited behind Gibbs, unmoving. Gibbs would swear he could feel Tony’s nervous vibes despite the two feet separating them. Finally, the tableau broke when Pacci stepped forward and offered a hand. As fellow team members, they were equal, so there would be no kneeling here.
“Welcome to the team,” Pacci spoke formally.
Tony took the hand and they shook. “Thank you, Agent Pacci,” he said, equally as formal.
Burley stepped forward as well and took his turn. His tone was formal as well, but Gibbs had no trouble detecting the hint of ice in his voice. Gibbs knew that Burley had always fancied himself the boss’s favorite, although it was based on nothing more than his greater longevity on the team.
Tony showed no outward sign of detecting any hostility, but Gibbs was already attuned to him and could see a slight tension around the shoulders that suggested he had picked up on Burley’s less than cordial mien as well.
Breaking the stand off by striding to his desk, Gibbs indicated the empty desk across from his own. “That’s your place, DiNozzo,” he said. “Get started on that security paperwork.”
“Yes, Master,” Tony said quietly, sitting down and opening the buff folder he still held.
A few seconds later, Pacci and Burley were back at their desks and working again. Gibbs released a heavy breath, pleased the first hurdle had been crossed. He was under no illusions, though, that he wouldn’t have to deal with Burley further down the line.
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Six Weeks Later
In the six weeks that Gibbs and Tony had been together, things had been good. They’d had a few ups and downs as Tony got to grips with Gibbs’s expectations of him and what it meant to be an NCIS agent, but on the whole, Gibbs was pleased. Tony had made great strides in understanding who he was and how to behave. He had also learned a lot about what it meant to be wanted by someone, with a great intensity and focus in that desire. Gibbs had also learned how to control his own desires and be patient, as he gradually built Tony up to being ready for Gibbs to finally take him and fuck him.
So now, on the six week anniversary of the signing of their contract, Gibbs was ready to make Tony his at last. Gibbs had spoken to the Director, who had agreed to take the team off rotation for the day, so that they spent it doing paperwork. Fortunately, it was a Thursday and their last case had wrapped on Tuesday and because that case had involved them working all weekend, the Director had also agreed to give the team the day off on Friday.
Gibbs had allowed them to leave on time and smirked as Pacci and Burley hurried for the elevator, calling out goodbyes as they left. Tony remained at his desk, head down over a folder, as he had been for the last couple of hours.
“DiNozzo!” Gibbs barked, getting up and crossing to the other man’s desk.
Tony looked up, clearly startled. “Master?” he asked, wide-eyed with surprise.
“I said, it’s time to go home, Tony,” Gibbs spoke more softly, once he was next to Tony’s desk, where no one could overhear. He tried to get a glimpse of the folder Tony had open. “What are you working on, anyway?”
“Uh, nothing,” Tony said defensively, flipping the folder closed.
Gibbs frowned. This was not how he wanted this day to end, not when he had such high hopes for the evening. “Tony,” he said slowly, a warning note in his tone.
“I was just looking over my report on the case,” Tony said, a blush staining his cheeks.
Gibbs was puzzled. “Why?” he asked.
Tony gave a little shrug. “I wanted to make sure I had everything recorded properly.”
“You did, Tony, I would have handed you back the report if there was anything wrong with it,” Gibbs reassured him. This wasn’t the first time this issue had arisen in the last six weeks, but Gibbs hoped it would be the last.
“I guess,” Tony agreed.
“Good. Now let’s get going,” Gibbs told him. “I have special plans for tonight and they don’t include having to punish you.”
Tony tidied up his desk and shut down his computer, as Gibbs switched off his desk lamp. They both collected their belongings and headed for the parking garage.
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Once home, Gibbs headed for the bedroom, but sent Tony to the kitchen to prepare some food for them to nibble on. Gibbs had a couple of preparations he needed to finish before he allowed Tony upstairs.
By the time Tony arrived in the bedroom, carrying a tray with fruit, cheese and crackers, as well as glasses and the bottle of champagne Gibbs had put in the fridge that morning, Gibbs was waiting for him. He had lit a few candles and placed them strategically around the room, as well as setting out some things he needed to execute his plan. Gibbs had also found time to strip out of his suit and into sweatpants and nothing else and he smiled at Tony’s blatantly appreciative look, as he set down the tray on their bureau.
Gibbs stepped forward as soon as Tony’s hands were free, drawing him into a deep, prolonged kiss. Tony was limp in his grasp inside thirty seconds, as he always was, when Gibbs kissed him like this. Apart from one crucial part of his anatomy, of course. That was hot and hard against Gibbs’s thigh as he pushed Tony up against the bureau and nudged his legs apart.
Tony moaned and Gibbs broke the kiss, allowing them both to pant for air. Tony’s eyes were dark with arousal, smoldering with need, his lips swollen from the kiss and Gibbs groaned at the sight of him, desperately hard himself as well. He changed his plans somewhat in that moment, deciding they both needed to take the edge off now, to make what he intended for the rest of the evening to last longer and be even sweeter.
Stepping back, he fell gracefully to his knees, surprising Tony. “Master?” Gibbs heard him ask hesitantly. This wasn’t something that Gibbs did very often and Tony was clearly uncertain about this behavior. Gibbs knew it wasn’t what he would have been expecting to happen.
“Hush, Tony,” Gibbs soothed, making short work of stripping Tony’s pants and boxers. “This is just the start of things, it’ll mean you enjoy what happens later even more.”
Tony stayed quiet after that, apart from a whimpered moan, as Gibbs expertly sucked down his hard cock. Tony might have a mouth made for sin and plenty of experience at giving blow jobs, but Gibbs had had practice himself and while he might not indulge often, when he did, he was able to quickly read a partner’s needs and preferences, then apply that knowledge to getting his partner off. Thus, it didn’t take long before he had Tony giving it up to him with a shout of pleasure, Gibbs easily swallowing all he had to offer. Gibbs had slid his hand into his own pants and gotten himself off with a few hard strokes, more intent on Tony’s release than his own at this particular moment.
Gibbs rose smoothly to his feet, ignoring the creak of protest from his knees and leaned in and kissed Tony, who was still dazed from the blowjob. Gibbs carefully maneuvered them across the room to the bed, Tony going easily, clinging on to him, as they continued to kiss. Gibbs stopped by the side of the bed and finally broke the kiss, easing away from Tony, despite the mewl of protest it earned him. He quickly stripped them both of their clothes, then urged Tony onto the bed, face down.
Gibbs climbed onto the bed and straddled Tony, reaching to the nightstand for the bottle of massage oil he’d left there in a warmer earlier. He poured a stream of it down Tony’s back, enjoying the moan that spilled from Tony’s lips. Tony loved it when Gibbs massaged him and they both knew it signaled the start of the night’s main event.
Gibbs worked his way down Tony’s back slowly, taking his time, reveling in every moan, grunt and sigh he won from his Pet at the lavish attention. Before long, Tony was relaxed into the mattress, a puddle of goo beneath Gibbs. Although Gibbs knew that Tony was rock hard again, just as he was too, as they both anticipated what was still to happen.
Gibbs moved off of Tony’s hips to straddle his legs, allowing his massage to move to Tony’s ass, kneading the tight gluteus muscles firmly. Tony’s noises rose in pitch and volume and his hips rocked beneath Gibbs’s hands, as he tried to get friction for his aching cock. Gibbs had his knees locked in place either side of Tony, though, which prevented him from moving very far.
Gibbs moved his hands inwards across the landscape of Tony’s butt cheeks, parting them to reveal the end of the plug that Tony was currently wearing. This one was made from a mold of Gibbs’s cock, something they’d both enjoyed creating the previous weekend. Tony loved wearing it, of course, because it got him that much closer to the real thing.
Now, though, Gibbs wiped his hands on the towel he’d left handy on the bed, so that he could get a firm grip of the end of the plug. Putting one hand on Tony’s lower back to hold him in place, Gibbs carefully, but smoothly, pulled the plug free. Tony writhed beneath him, but didn’t have enough leeway to get very far, with Gibbs’s hold on him.
The plug came out with a small popping noise and Gibbs dropped it onto the towel, before reaching for the tube of lube beside it. Slicking up his fingers, he pressed two immediately into Tony’s hole, loving the silky smooth feel of his passage and the way the flesh clung to him. Tony cried out, trying to buck back into Gibbs’s actions, but frustrated again by Gibbs’s position.
Gibbs twisted and scissored the fingers, knowing that Tony didn’t really need that much stretching after having the plug in him for so long, but they both enjoyed the play, so he decided to indulge. It was a special night, after all.
Three fingers easily replaced two and Gibbs began to stroke Tony’s prostate as he worked the fingers in his ass. Tony’s cries again escalated, as Gibbs worked him up to the edge, then stopped. Tony fought harder to move beneath him, but Gibbs anticipated and rode out all his moves, ensuring Tony couldn’t get the extra stimulation he needed to come. This time, Tony wouldn’t finish until Gibbs was buried deep inside him, filling him in the way they both desired.
Gibbs withdrew his fingers again and reached for the lube. He had been tempted to see how much of his fist Tony could take tonight, but decided to wait a while longer for that treat. He was getting ever closer to his own limits and was desperate to finally fulfill his burning need to fuck Tony.
Coating his cock with the lube, Gibbs moved off of Tony, wanting a different position for their first time. Although he knew Tony was flexible enough for them to do this face to face, Gibbs wanted Tony to feel surrounded by Gibbs, possessed by him completely when he fucked him, so he persuaded Tony to roll onto his side, then stretched out behind him, pressing his body as close as he could.
Parting Tony’s ass with one hand, Gibbs used the other to position his cock at Tony’s slick hole, head just nudging against it. “Ready, Tony?” Gibbs whispered, breaking the silence that had arisen between them.
Tony just nodded, beyond words and Gibbs pressed forward. To his credit, Tony didn’t tense up, he just relaxed even further and allowed Gibbs to push the head of his cock into his body. Gibbs bit his lip, concentrating hard on not moving too fast or coming before he’d gotten inside Tony. It wasn’t easy, he’d been waiting for this moment so long. But Gibbs was determined to make this good for both of them, so he took it slowly, sliding his cock in gradually, feeling Tony loosen and relax more and more as he was filled.
Finally, Gibbs was all the way inside, pressed as close to Tony as it was possible to get without them becoming one person. “God,” Gibbs breathed, barely aware he spoke as he took in the sensation of the heated grip of Tony’s body. Despite the preparation and the build up, Tony’s passage was still tight around him. Gibbs felt more at home in that moment than he ever had. They lay there, intimately connected, for a long time, until Gibbs began ever so slowly, to move.
Tony responded enthusiastically, moving backwards into Gibbs’s thrusts, grunting and moaning as Gibbs stepped up his pace. Tony reached for his own cock, but Gibbs got there first, squeezing firmly. “Mine!” he reminded Tony, as he began to stroke the firm flesh in time with his increasingly frenzied movements. They had both wanted this for too long for it to last, but Gibbs didn’t care. This was just the first time of many, after all.
When Gibbs felt Tony getting close to the edge, he thrust in as hard and as deeply as he could, stroking over Tony’s prostate as he did so. It was all Tony needed and he came with a yell to wake the dead, ass clenching hard around Gibbs’s cock as he did so. It was all Gibbs needed to come as well and he yelled pretty loudly himself as he froze, cock buried deep, spurting come into Tony’s ass.
Finally, they were truly a couple, Master and Pet, connected in the most primitive way, bonded for the rest of their lifetime together.
Finis