[NCIS/SGA] Crossing Over, Part Two: Chapter 3
Title: Crossing Over
Rating: NC-17
Fandoms: NCIS, Stargate Atlantis
Authors: hellesofbelles and pestshingowrite
Pairings: Gibbs/DiNozzo, DiNozzo/OMC, various minor pairings
Warnings: BDSM Universe, graphic depictions of D/S and kinks, exhibition, spankings, canings, slash
Summary: Tony DiNozzo’s world is about to change, literally: he been swept away to a new life in a completely different galaxy. What's more, he gains the affections of the charming (and dominating) marine Alex Dupree. But back on Earth, Gibbs raises hell as the NCIS team tries to find out where Tony has gone. And Gibbs will stop at nothing to get him back.
Colonel Sheppard and Dr. McKay entered the tent and Tony sent Jon for more chairs. The two men slumped down in them and Tony knew they were as tired as he was.
“The gun was definitely one of the standard weapons that we use, but this one was not registered to anybody and there were no fingerprints,” Dr. McKay said quietly.
“More than likely it was snitched as a backup weapon that no one knew about and couldn’t be traced back to our killer. I don’t like that. It seems premeditated. What about the files?” Tony asked just as quiet. He raised an eyebrow as the couple shared a look.
Colonel Sheppard started slowly, “I read through them. I know you’re going to want to see the personnel files yourself, but the main thing that jumped out was a notation on Davis’s record from Dr. Heightmeyer about him being unfit for duty. He was slated to return to Earth as soon as a replacement of suitable standard could be found.”
Tony leaned back in the chair as he processed that. He had a bad feeling in his gut, but logically knew that he needed to be back at Atlantis before he could explore it any further.
“Alright, I’m going to tell my men to pack it in and let’s head home. Did you bring anybody else with you?” Tony wondered and cursed himself for not thinking of it sooner. They needed a team to watch everyone and make sure no one ran.
“I brought enough men along with Teyla and Ronan to watch and make sure no one goes missing,” Sheppard answered and smiled reassuringly at Tony when he let out a sigh of thankfulness.
Sheppard’s voice dipped down into a soft, soothing tone as he stepped out of his position of Colonel and into Tony’s friend for a moment, “Alex is waiting at the gate room, Tony. I know you’re determined and want to figure this out, but I’m going to have men on all of them and you need to rest. When we get back you are to go with Alex without balking.”
Tony sighed as he listened to the man. Rodney nodded his head in agreement. Tony relented but muttered, “It’s not like I’d argue with my Dom anyways.”
John and Rodney chuckled together before Rodney remarked, “Oh, I think you’d give him a hard time for the general purpose of a spanking.”
This time Tony blushed bright red. He was growing accustomed to Atlantis’s lifestyle, but it still took him by surprise at the casual mention of things considered kinky and strange at home.
“Alright, alright. I get the point,” he finally murmured before raising his voice to yell at his boys to pack it up. They snapped to attention and everybody was smoothly herded to the gate. The swiftness and neatness of the entire movement made Tony smile to himself. If Gibbs had taught him anything, he had taught Tony how to use his voice to get people off their asses and moving.
The trip back came off without a hitch and Dr. Weir was waiting with Alex in the gate room. Alex was still dressed in his BDU’s and Tony knew that he had probably been called back from whatever he’d been doing off-world. Tony smiled at him, and Alex reached out an arm and pulled him into a warm embrace, kissing him tenderly on the temple. Tony leaned into Alex and watched as the marines and civilians were hustled off to their quarters with military escorts and guards. Tony gave a brief overview of what was going on to Dr. Weir and tried not to let on how exhausted he was.
“You look worn out,” Alex murmured into his ear and Tony sighed as his Dom saw right through his disguise.
“Mmm hmm.”
“Want some food?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Come on, let’s go.” Alex stepped back, but kept an arm around Tony’s shoulder and pulled him towards the exit. Sharpe, Martinez, and Johnson waved good night and Tony gave a nod back in farewell. He tried not to snort when Martinez waggled his eyebrows at him in a suggestive manner.
“Where are we going? To the mess hall?” Tony asked.
“No,” Alex leaned in closer, “Someplace more private. I’m going to take you down boy,” he whispered. Tony shuddered and closed his eyes.
“You’ve got a tough front, you know,” Alex told him as they walked towards his Dom’s quarters.
“Really? Everyone seems to think I’m upset,” Tony answered irritably.
“You are upset,” was the wry answer.
“Yeah I am. Fucking waste of life. It’s so stupid, why do people do this?” Tony felt himself start to break.
“You tell me, investigator.”
“Because someone got mad. Or upset. Vindictive. Though pretty often it’s about money,” Tony sighed in relief as they reached their destination.
Alex chuckled sardonically. “Is it always that way?”
“Yeah, only, sometimes there’s justification. It’s still not right, but at least when someone murders for revenge because some asshole raped their wife or killed their family I don’t feel as though the entire thing is worthless,” Tony watched the lights of Atlantis spring to life around them before finishing, “And sometimes, it’s just an accident. Those are the cases that make me feel most helpless.”
Alex had nothing to say to that, just squeezed his arm around Tony, as they walked inside slowly. Alex didn’t waste any time and pushed Tony towards the bed.
“Strip,” Alex’s voice was steady and Tony complied, folding his clothes and placing them in a chair.
Tony felt Alex tracking his progress with his eyes. The intense heat that sizzled between the two of them was as overwhelming as it had been the first time Alex had taken Tony to bed and Tony desperately needed it tonight. When he was naked he glanced down and grimaced at the grime and grit that was still present on his body. One whiff told him how bad he smelled as well.
“Shower,” Alex ordered quietly. Tony gave him a grateful smile and practically ran into the smaller offshoot of Alex’s bedroom. He felt Alex come in behind him and felt his Dom’s fingers ghost over his back and ass. Then Alex was turning the water on full blast and checking the temperature. Alex didn’t give Tony a verbal order to get in, but smacked his ass one good time and then prodded him into the cubicle.
Tony sighed in happiness at the warm water and leaned back onto Alex’s chest as his Dom’s arms encircled him.
“I’m going to bring you down hard tonight, boy. That’s what you need,” Alex’s voice was as undefiable as always and Tony gave a happy murmur as he felt the tension slowly begin to bleed out of his body.
Alex always gave him what he needed and Tony had begun to wish they were bonded. It was getting harder to watch the bonded couples of Atlantis move as if one entity. Tony was terrified that Alex was going to bond and leave him alone.
Tony suddenly felt himself twirled and pressed against the wall. Alex landed several hard spanks to his ass that stung under the hot water.
“Is this how you thank me for giving you what you need, Tony? By losing yourself in your own worries instead of giving yourself over to me?” Alex’s voice wasn’t angry, it was only sensible, and Tony whimpered as he realized his Dom was right.
“I’m sorry, sir,” he hoarsely whispered and concentrated on blanking his mind to only concentrate on what his Dom instructed.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” Alex immediately soothed him and pushed him back under the water. Tony felt Alex’s hand start to move over his body, one hand cupping the soap and the other running a wash cloth over the soapy trail. The familiar smell of Dial soap from Earth tickled Tony’s nose and he smiled as he noticed that Alex was using his soap instead of Tony’s.
He only did that when he thought Tony was going to need lingering reminders of their night, more than just the slight pain of a worn and marked body. Alex had learned early on that Tony’s senses, eyesight and smell especially were above par, and had used the knowledge to create a comfort scene that would leave Tony balanced for longer than a few hours. The light tang of the soap for scent when he breathed deeply trying to calm his nerves and Tony knew Alex would find some way to mark him good enough to work for sight and touch.
Tony moaned as Alex’s hands came up to his hair and started kneading into the matted mess. Tony felt himself being pulled backwards again and he leaned his head back over Alex’s shoulder as his Dom turned his head to kiss him as the water washed away the soap.
“May I wash you,” Tony murmured as Alex pulled back.
“Of course,” Alex answered and stepped back into the water to give Tony access.
Tony took his time, taking comfort in the feel of his Dom’s muscles and skin underneath his fingers. When he’d finished by scrubbing into Alex’s short hair and massaging all the hot spots he knew turned his Dom to jello, Alex shut off the water and helped Tony out of the bathroom.
“Clean yourself out and shave here,” Alex paused and ran a hand over the sparse pubic hair that had begun growing back around Tony’s nether regions before continuing, “Then come into the bedroom. I’m going to make something for us to eat,” Alex murmured as he dried Tony off, hanging up the towel before leaving Tony alone to take care of business.
Tony listened as Alex moved around the bedroom, the sound of the toaster dinging, and the sound of Alex rummaging through the toy box. He heard the chains being linked into the ceiling and Tony shivered with anticipation. He loved when Alex put him into tight bondage and the chain meant suspension.
He came out of the bathroom slowly, having shaved before rubbing his body down with a eucalyptus/menthol oil to make his skin glisten and tingle a little. It would make the marks Alex put on his body more prominent and the cooling sensation always racketed up the sensation into a more intense feeling. He couldn’t wait to see what Alex laid into him with. Part of him hoped Alex would just used the palm of his hand because he liked the intimacy. Another part hoped for the flogger because of how long Alex could work him over. Or the whip because it stinged heavily and Tony loved the feeling of the whip cracking over his body time and time again as he built up a sweat and the endorphins sent him swimming into headspace.
As he surveyed the room though Tony froze at the sight of Alex’s wooden cane lying seemingly innocent on the bed. Tony stared at it quietly for a moment before Alex drew his attention to the plate of toast he’d just made. Alex indicated for Tony to kneel in front of him and began feeding both of them with alternative bites. Sharing a plate was something they only did in private, because Alex didn’t feel that Tony was truly ready for the amount of submission it would take for him to do it publicly. Tony tried not to think too heavily about what Alex was planning, but he couldn’t help daydreaming for a while.
Tony knew he wasn’t in trouble so Alex would only use the bite of the cane for a few marks. The cane was normally used for medium transgressions against policy on Atlantis as it was extremely painful and left bright and sore reminders. Tony had learned early on that his Dom was highly talented and qualified with all sorts of spanking and marking instruments. He’d shown a key interest in learning what all of them felt like when wielded by Alex. Alex hadn’t minded the exploration one bit. The cane was the one thing that was always off limits. Tony hadn’t even been allowed to touch it.
Tony still remembered the first time he’d disobeyed and curiously picked up the cane. Alex had always told him that it wasn’t something he needed to be familiar with unless he got in trouble, but it had intrigued him since day one. It was one of the few things he had never had used on him before, but he’d seen the red welts such an object could raise.
It had been in an opened glass case which was set up in the corner above where Alex’s toy chest was. He had been drawn to it. The day he’d broken the first of Alex’s rules was as fresh in his mind now as it was right after it had happened…
Tony lifted it out of the box with curiosity. His fingers traveled over the length and his body tightened in response as he felt how hard it was and when he gave a few swishes, Tony knew that it would have no give. He knew he was being naughty but the glass case was open and so easily accessible set up in the corner above Alex’s toy chest.
Tony turned it over and marveled at the flawless cut of the wood, sanded down to be smooth and shiny. He wondered if Gibbs could make something so beautiful.
This was a tool that was meant for either leaving marks or causing a great deal of pain.
Tony was still holding it, enraptured really, when Alex pulled the cane out of his hands, catching him red handed, and immediately laid Tony over the chair and caned his ass and thighs with four strokes that were perfectly spaced. Tony couldn’t help the scream that escaped at the sudden pain and his body jerked uncontrollably. Alex held him down firmly though and Tony took what his top gave. Alex tossed the cane on the bed and rested his head on the top of Tony’s back, breathing heavily as his Sub trembled underneath him. When Alex pulled back and turned Tony to face him his expression had been thunderous.
“I told you to not worry about this, Tony. The cane is used strictly for marking or punishment here. It’s not an item for play,” Alex snapped. Tony stared bewildered at his top. He knew the item wasn’t for play, but how could it only be for chastisement when he felt himself soaring in endorphins and completely owned and claimed by the man before him.
Tony remembered that he had apologized but not felt sorry as the marks had been burning deliciously. Alex picked up on his feelings fairly quick and Tony remembered watching as the anger seeped off his Dom’s face and a curious musing look had appeared in replacement. He’d then been pulled over Alex’s lap and his ass had been spanked thoroughly in between the lashes for lying. Tony hadn’t sat down comfortably for days, but he felt more loved than he had in a long time.
He looked at the bed now as Alex fed him another piece of toast and he couldn’t take his eyes off the cane.
“Since it’s obvious you’re not going to pay any attention until I tell you, then look up at me, boy,” Alex’s voice held the quiet authority he used when falling completely into top mode. “I’m going to give you three lashes on the front of your thighs. That shouldn’t impede you from any part of your job or sitting down, but the sting will stay constant tomorrow and probably for a few days to come. I want you to remember who you belong to and I’m going to give you as many reminders as possible,” Alex finished and Tony could barely stay still as the excitement washed over him and left him keyed up in anticipation.
Alex wiped his hands on a napkin and then wiped the crumbs from Tony’s mouth. Tony stuck his tongue out to lap at Alex’s fingers playfully as he cleaned Tony’s face. Alex chuckled and tossed the napkin in the trash and then stood up. Tony stayed kneeling and felt as Alex placed a hand on his head and tangled his fingers into Tony’s hair. He pulled Tony’s head back and leaned over to take a kiss. Tony moaned as Alex’s tongue pushed into his mouth and ran over his teeth before pulling out so Alex could suck Tony’s bottom lip in between his teeth and bite down gently.
Alex pulled Tony to his feet by his hair, his mouth and teeth never letting go of Tony’s, and walked them backwards to the bed. Tony couldn’t help but squirm his naked body against Alex’s clothed one. He loved the feeling of being naked and vulnerable against a clothed top. Tony felt the back of his legs hit the bed as he squirmed and he lost balance and fell back onto the mattress. Tony grunted as he bounced one good time when he hit the bed with Alex looming over him, eyes dark and lusty.
Alex chuckled, “Such a beautiful boy,” his top murmured as he crawled onto the bed and on top of Tony. Tony whimpered as Alex’s fingers ghosted over his body, stopping to tickle at his sides for a moment, before grasping his hard on and giving a couple hard tugs. Then Alex let go and scraped his nails down the same area he had just pulled and then over Tony’s balls where he finished up by grasping them and squeezing tight. Tony yelled out as the pain washed over him. He trembled as Alex let go and came up to his nipples. His fingers pulled and pinched Tony’s nipples to sharp points and only let go long enough to swipe something off the bedside table. Tony didn’t take long to realize Alex had grabbed the jeweled nipple clamps. He barely had time to suck in a breath before Alex had attached both of them and they were clamped in place tightly. Tony took several deep breaths and felt himself start to sink down into oblivion.
“There you go, Tony, that’s a good boy,” Alex’s voice was sharp and clear while everything else seemed non-existent.
Tony felt the bed shift as Alex moved away and he bit his lips to keep from crying out to his top. He needn’t have worried though because only moments later he felt his wrists being tugged above his head and secured into the manacles dangling from the ceiling. They were padded with a thin bit of leather, but not enough to keep from leaving marks and allowing the wearer to feel them avidly. Then Tony’s ankles were attached to their normal leather restraints at the bottom of the bed. The entire thing left Tony’s upper body pulled up and suspended with his arms in the air and then his ass and legs pulled tight on the bed. It was a position that Alex would not leave him in long, as he was completely immobile and the strain would eventually hurt his back. It was, however, perfect for marking his thighs.
The fact that Tony couldn’t move made him fall even deeper into his subspace. When he felt Alex kiss his forehead and whisper for him not to tense up, Tony obeyed completely without having to concentrate on the order. His body simply did as it was told.
Tony vaguely heard the sound of the cane whistling and then it was making contact with both of his thighs right below his groin. The cane slid over his skin and the burning was instantaneous but Tony didn’t even whimper. The welt rising almost immediately and Tony relished the way it stung, moaning. Then he was rewarded even further as the second lash landed a couple inches below the first. He panted, his head light like he was floating. Finally the third lash landed and Tony was completely gone. He was so high off the endorphins that he barely felt Alex unlocking his hands and rubbing the irritated area for a brief moment before letting them fall onto the bed along with Tony’s upper body.
Completely submissive and pliant, Tony felt his ankles released as well, but only long enough for Alex to attach them to the ceiling restraints so that his lower body was now suspended enough for Alex to have easy access to his ass. Tony moaned and laughed deliriously as Alex’s fingers lightly rubbed over his puckered hole for just a second, a teasing touch, before traveling up over his groin and then over to his thighs where he lightly brushed the lashes. Tony cried out at the brief pressure added to the already stinging lesions.
Alex chuckled as Tony’s cry turned into a moan of arousal. Alex fingers were then at his hole again and pushing against the puckered entrance lightly. Tony rotated his hips, trying to get Alex to slip in, but was rewarded with another chuckle and smack on his ass for fidgeting. He gave a whine, but was soon rewarded by the sound of the lubricant being popped open and Alex’s long fingers back where he wanted them. Tony didn’t even have to relax as he felt completely boneless already and when Alex’s fingers slipped in they only stretched him for a few moments before being replaced by Alex’s cock.
Alex wasted no time as he pushed in to the hilt and set a slow, teasing pace. Tony whimpered as his body rocked in suspension as Alex glided in and out of him. Alex answered him with his own low moan and Tony squeezed down as Alex picked up the speed. Tony felt his senses overpowering him as Alex began to fuck him hard and his Dom reached down and wrapped his hand around Tony’s erection.
Alex gripped the swollen cock so tightly that Tony cried out in pain, and squirmed, but there was no place to go hanging in the air as he was. Alex thrust harder and harder, his balls slapping against Tony’s ass, the friction of his thick cock rubbing Tony’s insides tortuously over and over. Tony squeezed his ass, the only motion he could do, and Alex groaned at the sensation.
“Come,” Alex ordered quietly and Tony immediately complied, his body giving into its demands and spilling over into Alex’s hand and his ass trembling and contracting around the cock inside of it. Alex fell over the edge with one more thrust and grunt and Tony felt the hot splashes of come shooting deep inside of him. He hung, trembling for a moment, then Alex was unhooking the restraints and they were collapsing against the bed, Tony’s back and ass pressed up against his Dom’s, cock softening inside of him.
“Sleep, now, Tony. I’ll wake you in a little while to clean up and treat your lashes,” Alex murmured and Tony let himself fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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In the morning, Tony blinked his eyes blearily to look at his clock. He stretched lazily as he realized the alarm still had twenty minutes till it would go off. He pulled himself from bed, peed an ocean worth, and then made his way to the mini-fridge they kept in Alex’s room. Tony had asked Alex if he wanted to move into Tony’s allotted quarters, since it had a kitchen, sitting room, and bedroom, but Alex wanted to stay quartered close to his men and Tony could understand the sentiment.
He poured his bowl of cereal, grinning at the sugary bran he knew Alex had procured just for him. Still barely awake he ate slowly, cautious to make sure the spoon went in his mouth, not his nose, and tried to read the personnel files as his body and mind tried to wake up fully.
His body felt delicious and sore and he was still floating slightly in headspace.
He was still mostly asleep and out of it when the alarm rang, but the noise was like a trigger and he felt himself start to swim upward and back to business. He finished his cereal in a greedy rush, then ran back to the bathroom to splash his face and noticed a goodbye note from Alex. He yanked it off the mirror after he wiped water off his face and read it as he pulled out his basic uniform. Gray pants and gray shirt of the civilian standard went on and then finally his socks and shoes. He strapped on his comm-link and then his sidearm. Giving one last glance at his reflection, Tony decided he looked more put together than he had the evening before, even if his gut told him that something was terribly wrong and he was only getting half of the picture.
Tony headed to his office, knowing that his team would be there waiting for him, and was halfway there when Alex sidled up to him.
“I thought you were off world already?” Tony asked surprised.
Alex shook his head and Tony knew something was wrong.
“We were heading to meet SGA-15, but received a call that they were going to revisit one of their dig sites to make sure they had the right specs for the anthro department here. They won’t be returning back to the pickup site till this evening and we’ll fly in and get them in,” Alex answered.
“Is there something wrong with that?” Tony questioned after a moment.
Alex hesitated before answering, “Not normally, no, but SGA-15 had already called in to say they had everything triple checked. Something doesn’t seem right, but we won’t find out what until this evening,” Alex sighed.
Tony nodded as they turned the corner to his office. Alex brushed a kiss across his lips and headed off to take care of whatever else he had on his agenda. Tony sighed and brushed a hand across his thighs and shuddered at the slight sting that washed over his body. Then he braced himself and headed into his office to get down to work.
He was a bit surprised to see Dr. Heightmeyer sitting in one of his chairs waiting patiently for him.
“Hello, Tony,” she greeted him with a sweet, but sad smile.
Tony returned the greeting with trepidation.
“Kate, I wish that I didn’t have an idea of what you’re doing here, but I get the feeling I have an inkling,” Tony replied.
Dr. Heightmeyer took his response as a reason to immediately begin, “I’m sure you noticed the notation in Davis’s file about him being unfit for duty. I’ve been seeing the man since his last team was slaughtered before his eyes. There were two teams that this happened to, Davis and Saronti were the only ones from either team to survive. Nicholas Saronti seems to be doing well, aside from a bit of depression, but Davis has been showing signs of a psychotic break. I recommended him for rotating back to Earth, but they decided to wait and send him on the Daudalus’s next voyage.”
There was a knock to the door and Lieutenant Jonathan Sharpe stuck his head inside. Tony shook his head at Jon to refuse the visitor, but Jon tried to explain.
“It’s Dunn, sir, and he says he has to tell you something,” Jon replied and Tony motioned for them to allow the man in.
“Special Agent DiNozzo,” Dunn’s voice was incredibly small and Tony immediately knew the man was here to confess something.
“If you’ll excuse us for one moment, Kate,” Tony politely inclined his head to Dr. Heightmeyer. She nodded and slid out of her chair to step outside of the office. Tony waved Dunn into the chair and the man slumped down with his shoulders hunched in a defeated posture.
The first words out of Dunn’s mouth made Tony’s jaw drop though.
“It’s my fault. I killed him.”
Gone was the arrogance and surliness of the day before and in its place Tony sensed extreme sorrow. Tony cursed to himself for assuming that Davis was the killer.
“Just tell me what happened, Master Sergeant,” Tony kept his voice low and soothing, pushing back the angry churning in his gut.
“Keith and I… we were lovers. Going on three months now, but we got in a row yesterday about telling the team and making it official. Keith wanted to wait, said he wasn’t sure our dynamic was a fit since we hadn’t bonded. I hate that god damn bonding!” Dunn’s voice rose for a moment, before he took a deep breath and continued. “I usually stay with him, Agent DiNozzo; I never leave him alone on a dig. Keith has issues about enclosed spaces. I was just so damn angry and I walked out,” Dunn closed his eyes as if remembering. Tony wondered how this led to the man killing his lover. It sounded like he’d walked away at this point, not took a gun and shot him.
“When did you go back?” Tony prodded. Dunn’s head shot back up and confusion was lit in his eyes.
“Not till I heard the gunshot, Agent DiNozzo, by the time I got back he’d already shot Keith. I should have said something immediately, but I was so damn confused. He didn’t mean too, Keith startled him and he thought that Keith was the enemy. I think he’s been lost in his mind for awhile now,” Dunn went on and Tony stood immediately, ready to apprehend whomever it was Dunn was fingering.
“Who was it?” Tony barely got out before Sheppard voice came over his comm-link.
“Tony, get to the east docks, now!”
Tony didn’t spare a minute; he rushed out the door and took off towards the location. He made it in record time and was about to burst out onto the area when Alex was suddenly in front of him and holding him back.
“Let me through, damn it, Alex! Sheppard called me!” Tony hollered.
“I know, Tony, I told him too. One of my men was watching your man, Davis,” Alex quietly told Tony.
Tony looked at his Dom in confusion. What did that have to do with anything?
“Davis made it past the guards, Tony. We still don’t know how. When they realized he wasn’t in his quarters anymore, they called me. It’s their usual SOP, Tony; it wasn’t a slight to you. They’re just used to me being in charge,” Alex continued, “Davis is dead, Tony. He hung himself from one of the rafters.”
Tony froze in his Dom’s arms as the words reverberated through his mind. He pushed past Alex’s arms and walked around the corner to where the east dock opened up into a gigantic cargo bay. There, hanging from the rafters by just a bit of rope, was the body of Sergeant Davis. Backing away, Tony clutched at his stomach.
“DAMN IT! I knew it! My gut told me it was Davis, but I ignored it. I should have arrested him already, this is my fault,” Tony began yelling, but ended up barely whispering. Alex was in his face instantly.
“Don’t be stupid, Tony. You had no way of stopping this. The man wanted to die and he found a way to do it. Now we just need to find out why,” Alex tried to soothe Tony.
A voice behind them broke in. They both turned to Dr. Heightmeyer.
“I think I can shed some light. Maybe not on how, but probably on why,” Kate seemed saddened, but Tony didn’t miss the underlying anger under her words.
They all turned to Sheppard as he came in from the dock.
“Has anyone told Elizabeth?” the man rasped.
Dr. Heightmeyer glared at him and Tony watched in confusion as she turned and spun away with a terse, “I told both of you months ago.”
Tony and Alex shared a look as Sheppard seemed to crumble in on himself, “I know,” he whispered before turned and walking away.
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Tony sat across from the psychologist with a look of disbelief on his face.
“How long ago did you recommend Davis be sent home?” he choked out.
Dr. Heightmeyer sighed and looked him dead in the eye before answering, “Many months ago. When Sergeant Davis survived the attack on his team. Everyone else was slaughtered and he had severe PTSD from the ordeal. The attack wasn’t random either, but that’s not the point. Sergeant Davis became skittish and constantly was looking over his shoulder. He should have been rotated back to Earth through the gate and not put on a waiting list to be shipped back via ship.”
Tony listened intently and felt anger growing inside of him with each of her words. If she’d been listened too then Davis would have been sent back to Earth and would be having the help he needed instead of lying on a cold slab after being cut down from a noose. Tony wouldn’t have four marines that were being shipped back for withholding knowledge of the killer and conduct unbecoming. It would be up to the Military Tribunal to decide their fates, but Tony had made notations about their motives. He also wouldn’t be feeling the intense wash of guilt at missing the big picture. Elaine had told him her suspicions about Davis, Jon had instinctively suspected the man, and Tony had also felt his gut pulling him in that direction. He’d ignored what Gibbs had taught him foremost of all and that was killing him inside.
“Thank you for letting me know, Kate, I’ll make sure that the message is received loud and clear about future referrals,” Tony told the woman as he stood up stiffly. Dr. Heightmeyer thanked him and Tony took the chance to get a good look at her.
Thinking that this qualified as one of the clauses in Alex and his contract about touching another Dom or Switch, Tony stepped around the desk to pull the woman into a loose embrace. She started to cry lightly and rested her forehead on Tony’s shoulder when he comfortingly stroked the back of her hair.
“This is not your fault, Kate, do you hear me? It is not your fault,” Tony emphatically stated. Dr. Heightmeyer pulled back slightly to look him in the eye.
“It’s not your fault either, Tony,” she sniffled. Tony sighed and nodded, trying to project as much belief in what she was saying into his looks, her eyes narrowed but she didn’t say anything.
“I have to go, Kate. Is there anyone you can go stay with tonight?” Tony gently asked and started running through a list of Subs that would care for the doctor, but not take advantage.
“I’ve been seeing a lovely Sub from Dr. McKay’s department, Dr. Kusanagi, and she’s already called me to let me know that she would be waiting in my quarters,” she gave a slight wry smile at the mention of the bossy Sub she’d started to already care for.
Tony couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped at her words, “Miko’s a sweet girl, but she’s a damn stubborn Sub and she expects her Dom to be up to par,” he teased. Dr. Heightmeyer blushed, but then Tony got a glimpse of her inner Dom as she stepped back and prodded him towards the door.
“Thank you for the comfort, Tony, but if you stay any longer Alex might be hunting me down instead of those barbarians who attacked our teams,” Kate chided.
“Barbarians?” Tony raised an eyebrow at the first hint he got of what Alex had been up too.
“There’s been a lot of off world attacks. Something is attacking our troops.” She explained.
That may have been part of the reason why Sheppard and McKay had insisted in accompanying Tony’s team to PX 491 when the murder of Dr. Holloway was first reported. The Colonel had probably only called Tony in after checking for alien violence first. Tony had not realized Atlantis was still actively fighting other alien races. He definitely didn’t know Alex was in on it. He sighed as he realized that he had never questioned his Dom on his assignments, besides those that directly crossed with his. Alex, on the other hand, knew everything about Tony’s cases, often giving insight about the crew.
The doctor seemed to read his mind as she spoke to him as they walked out of her office together, “He’s your Dom, Tony, and it’s his job to be aware of things in your life. He probably keeps his out of the bedroom because he prefers the office to stay at the office. Military Doms are like that.”
Tony mused that and nodded in agreement, “I guess I’m still getting used to the whole being taken care of thing,” he answered.
“It takes getting used to. Now, I need to hustle before Miko starts looking for me on her own. I’d hate to see what she can do with hot oil besides great massages,” Dr. Heightmeyer teased as she turned off to head towards the civilian quarters.
Tony gave a wave goodbye before squaring his shoulders back and putting on his game face. He quickened his pace and gave over to the fury that had started building since Kate had told him about her diagnosis of Davis. Walking into the Gate Room, he ignored the people around him, and started up the stairs rapidly.
By the time he reached Dr. Weir’s office Tony was trembling. He couldn’t even think of the woman he considered a friend by her first name right now, and Colonel Sheppard was not much better off. He was furious at the way his murder-suicide could have been prevented. His earlier compassion for Sheppard’s feelings when the man had seemed so defeated was completely gone with what he’d just learned.
Ignoring the assistant’s yelping that he needed to wait, Tony bust into the office where both of the expedition leaders were sitting with desolate looks on their faces. They both looked up startled at the abrupt entrance, but not really shocked to see him.
“If I could have you both up on charges I would,” he snarled and watched as none of the sorrow changed in either of their faces. Good, he thought to himself cruelly.
“You had a chance to prevent this. If you had sent that man home like you had been told he should, then we would have two people still alive, and a whole of team of marines wouldn’t have ruined their careers trying to cover for one of their own.”
“I’m resigning,” was the first words out of Elizabeth’s mouth and Sheppard was nodding his head as well.
Tony blinked in surprise before feeling another burst of anger wash over him.
“You’re both going to run away? So some new idiots can come in and let the same things happen? Hell no, both of you needs to stay and clean up this mess that you could have prevented,” the words seemed to stir something in Sheppard because the man quickly shot back.
“You think we don’t know that? We were at war for so long that it was almost daily that reports crossed our desk of someone with problems, but it was determined by the IA that they were better off here and working through them than at home,” Sheppard’s voice cracked at the end before Dr. Weir took over.
“We should have insisted harder that things change when the Wraith were finally defeated, but things happen so quickly out here and neither of us were aware of how bad Davis was off. Tony, we know we should have listened to Dr. Heightmeyer more, but we can’t change the fact that we didn’t. We can only move on and hope that our replacements…” Dr. Weir stuttered and Tony took the pause to break in again.
“I repeat, YOU ARE BOTH NOT LEAVING. Yes, I’m pissed at both of you, but it was not all of your faults. Davis had a new team that should have spoken up. Dr. Keller was his attending physician and she noted insomnia and irritability in his files. Hell, even the kitchen crew filed a complaint against him for anger issues,” the fury finally seeped out of Tony and he slid into the closest empty chair. He put his head down into his hands and sighed heavily.
“I should have followed my instincts to begin with,” he murmured before clearing his voice and talking louder, “Please, don’t go. Atlantis needs both of you and we need Dr. McKay.”
Tony looked at Sheppard and the man had the grace to flush guiltily. They both knew if Sheppard left that McKay was going with him. They were bonded and the pain from bonding separation was excruciating. Tony didn’t even want to think about how it would feel across Galaxies, probably instantaneous death.
“Oh, we’re not leaving,” McKay’s voice sounded from the door. The scientist glared at Tony, but Tony refused to back down. He was right to be angry, but he also knew that he was right in his words about the expedition leaders staying in charge.
“John, we’re going to our quarters. We can all discuss this more tomorrow,” Dr. McKay’s voice was as abrupt as always and Tony watched as Sheppard met his Sub’s gaze and gave a slight nod before rising to meet the man at the door.
“Elizabeth, I assume that you will be attended tonight. Your Sub will be returning from off world?” Dr. McKay spoke again as he gave a slight push to his Dom’s back, prompting him out into the hall.
Dr. Weir nodded and Tony gratefully sighed. Another person he didn’t have to make sure was handled for the night. Regardless of his anger, these people were his friends. Still, he was shocked when Rodney turned his attention to him.
“Tony, where’s Alex?” the man’s voice held none of its previous ire and was actually soft for the usually rude scientist.
Tony looked up and saw that the other Sub’s eyes were now filled with understanding. He should have known that if anyone understood the overwhelming emotion inside of him it would be the man that had dealt with more life and death situations that centered on entire planets of people often.
“Waiting for me in his quarters,” Tony answered quietly and Rodney nodded and started to speak, but Dr. Weir broke in.
“Then I suggest I walk you there now, Tony, and we can talk more in the morning,” her voice once again held a semblance of the authority she normally used. Tony felt his world start to center back into place. He barely managed a nod, before Elizabeth was up herself and pulling his hand into hers. Tony let himself be pulled out of the room and trailed after the three completely compliantly.
He barely registered when Rodney and John broke off and only subconsciously noticed that they reached Alex’s room and the door was swinging open. Alex was standing in the room, still in uniform, and looking anxious. Tony cringed as he realized that it had been hard on his Dom not to insist on being with him when he went to talk to Dr. Heightmeyer. Alex’s eyes narrowed as he immediately zoned into Tony’s hand clasped by Elizabeth’s and the woman released him immediately.
“Tony, go get ready for a shower,” Alex ordered brusquely, only a hint of irritation in it from the contact with another Dom, and Tony numbly obeyed. He was used to his Dom’s possessive ways. He vaguely heard the conversation outside of the bathroom.
“He’s barely registering anything right now. I’ll rearrange my schedule tomorrow for whatever time he’s up to talking and if it’s not tomorrow then I’ll wait till he is ready. Just…I’m sorry, I hurt your Sub badly by a decision from Internal Affairs that I should have fought,” Elizabeth’s voice was so heartbroken that Tony wanted to rush back out and reassure her that he would be okay.
Alex’s voice was calm and steady as always though and immediately stilled Tony’s emotions and movements.
“He’s got a huge heart, Ma’am; he’ll be okay once it’s had time to heal. Now, go to your Sub and let me care for mine.”
Tony didn’t hear the rest of the conversation as he had finished stripping and had turned on the water. He’d just stepped into the hot spray when he felt Alex’s arms wrap tightly around him. The contact was all it took and Tony swirled around and broke down sobbing into his Dom’s arms. Everything from the last couple days that had been threatening to take him over finally breaking through.
“Shh, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Alex whispered over and over again and Tony thought for the first time that night that everything was going to be okay.
PART THREE
Rating: NC-17
Fandoms: NCIS, Stargate Atlantis
Authors: hellesofbelles and pestshingowrite
Pairings: Gibbs/DiNozzo, DiNozzo/OMC, various minor pairings
Warnings: BDSM Universe, graphic depictions of D/S and kinks, exhibition, spankings, canings, slash
Summary: Tony DiNozzo’s world is about to change, literally: he been swept away to a new life in a completely different galaxy. What's more, he gains the affections of the charming (and dominating) marine Alex Dupree. But back on Earth, Gibbs raises hell as the NCIS team tries to find out where Tony has gone. And Gibbs will stop at nothing to get him back.
Colonel Sheppard and Dr. McKay entered the tent and Tony sent Jon for more chairs. The two men slumped down in them and Tony knew they were as tired as he was.
“The gun was definitely one of the standard weapons that we use, but this one was not registered to anybody and there were no fingerprints,” Dr. McKay said quietly.
“More than likely it was snitched as a backup weapon that no one knew about and couldn’t be traced back to our killer. I don’t like that. It seems premeditated. What about the files?” Tony asked just as quiet. He raised an eyebrow as the couple shared a look.
Colonel Sheppard started slowly, “I read through them. I know you’re going to want to see the personnel files yourself, but the main thing that jumped out was a notation on Davis’s record from Dr. Heightmeyer about him being unfit for duty. He was slated to return to Earth as soon as a replacement of suitable standard could be found.”
Tony leaned back in the chair as he processed that. He had a bad feeling in his gut, but logically knew that he needed to be back at Atlantis before he could explore it any further.
“Alright, I’m going to tell my men to pack it in and let’s head home. Did you bring anybody else with you?” Tony wondered and cursed himself for not thinking of it sooner. They needed a team to watch everyone and make sure no one ran.
“I brought enough men along with Teyla and Ronan to watch and make sure no one goes missing,” Sheppard answered and smiled reassuringly at Tony when he let out a sigh of thankfulness.
Sheppard’s voice dipped down into a soft, soothing tone as he stepped out of his position of Colonel and into Tony’s friend for a moment, “Alex is waiting at the gate room, Tony. I know you’re determined and want to figure this out, but I’m going to have men on all of them and you need to rest. When we get back you are to go with Alex without balking.”
Tony sighed as he listened to the man. Rodney nodded his head in agreement. Tony relented but muttered, “It’s not like I’d argue with my Dom anyways.”
John and Rodney chuckled together before Rodney remarked, “Oh, I think you’d give him a hard time for the general purpose of a spanking.”
This time Tony blushed bright red. He was growing accustomed to Atlantis’s lifestyle, but it still took him by surprise at the casual mention of things considered kinky and strange at home.
“Alright, alright. I get the point,” he finally murmured before raising his voice to yell at his boys to pack it up. They snapped to attention and everybody was smoothly herded to the gate. The swiftness and neatness of the entire movement made Tony smile to himself. If Gibbs had taught him anything, he had taught Tony how to use his voice to get people off their asses and moving.
The trip back came off without a hitch and Dr. Weir was waiting with Alex in the gate room. Alex was still dressed in his BDU’s and Tony knew that he had probably been called back from whatever he’d been doing off-world. Tony smiled at him, and Alex reached out an arm and pulled him into a warm embrace, kissing him tenderly on the temple. Tony leaned into Alex and watched as the marines and civilians were hustled off to their quarters with military escorts and guards. Tony gave a brief overview of what was going on to Dr. Weir and tried not to let on how exhausted he was.
“You look worn out,” Alex murmured into his ear and Tony sighed as his Dom saw right through his disguise.
“Mmm hmm.”
“Want some food?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Come on, let’s go.” Alex stepped back, but kept an arm around Tony’s shoulder and pulled him towards the exit. Sharpe, Martinez, and Johnson waved good night and Tony gave a nod back in farewell. He tried not to snort when Martinez waggled his eyebrows at him in a suggestive manner.
“Where are we going? To the mess hall?” Tony asked.
“No,” Alex leaned in closer, “Someplace more private. I’m going to take you down boy,” he whispered. Tony shuddered and closed his eyes.
“You’ve got a tough front, you know,” Alex told him as they walked towards his Dom’s quarters.
“Really? Everyone seems to think I’m upset,” Tony answered irritably.
“You are upset,” was the wry answer.
“Yeah I am. Fucking waste of life. It’s so stupid, why do people do this?” Tony felt himself start to break.
“You tell me, investigator.”
“Because someone got mad. Or upset. Vindictive. Though pretty often it’s about money,” Tony sighed in relief as they reached their destination.
Alex chuckled sardonically. “Is it always that way?”
“Yeah, only, sometimes there’s justification. It’s still not right, but at least when someone murders for revenge because some asshole raped their wife or killed their family I don’t feel as though the entire thing is worthless,” Tony watched the lights of Atlantis spring to life around them before finishing, “And sometimes, it’s just an accident. Those are the cases that make me feel most helpless.”
Alex had nothing to say to that, just squeezed his arm around Tony, as they walked inside slowly. Alex didn’t waste any time and pushed Tony towards the bed.
“Strip,” Alex’s voice was steady and Tony complied, folding his clothes and placing them in a chair.
Tony felt Alex tracking his progress with his eyes. The intense heat that sizzled between the two of them was as overwhelming as it had been the first time Alex had taken Tony to bed and Tony desperately needed it tonight. When he was naked he glanced down and grimaced at the grime and grit that was still present on his body. One whiff told him how bad he smelled as well.
“Shower,” Alex ordered quietly. Tony gave him a grateful smile and practically ran into the smaller offshoot of Alex’s bedroom. He felt Alex come in behind him and felt his Dom’s fingers ghost over his back and ass. Then Alex was turning the water on full blast and checking the temperature. Alex didn’t give Tony a verbal order to get in, but smacked his ass one good time and then prodded him into the cubicle.
Tony sighed in happiness at the warm water and leaned back onto Alex’s chest as his Dom’s arms encircled him.
“I’m going to bring you down hard tonight, boy. That’s what you need,” Alex’s voice was as undefiable as always and Tony gave a happy murmur as he felt the tension slowly begin to bleed out of his body.
Alex always gave him what he needed and Tony had begun to wish they were bonded. It was getting harder to watch the bonded couples of Atlantis move as if one entity. Tony was terrified that Alex was going to bond and leave him alone.
Tony suddenly felt himself twirled and pressed against the wall. Alex landed several hard spanks to his ass that stung under the hot water.
“Is this how you thank me for giving you what you need, Tony? By losing yourself in your own worries instead of giving yourself over to me?” Alex’s voice wasn’t angry, it was only sensible, and Tony whimpered as he realized his Dom was right.
“I’m sorry, sir,” he hoarsely whispered and concentrated on blanking his mind to only concentrate on what his Dom instructed.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” Alex immediately soothed him and pushed him back under the water. Tony felt Alex’s hand start to move over his body, one hand cupping the soap and the other running a wash cloth over the soapy trail. The familiar smell of Dial soap from Earth tickled Tony’s nose and he smiled as he noticed that Alex was using his soap instead of Tony’s.
He only did that when he thought Tony was going to need lingering reminders of their night, more than just the slight pain of a worn and marked body. Alex had learned early on that Tony’s senses, eyesight and smell especially were above par, and had used the knowledge to create a comfort scene that would leave Tony balanced for longer than a few hours. The light tang of the soap for scent when he breathed deeply trying to calm his nerves and Tony knew Alex would find some way to mark him good enough to work for sight and touch.
Tony moaned as Alex’s hands came up to his hair and started kneading into the matted mess. Tony felt himself being pulled backwards again and he leaned his head back over Alex’s shoulder as his Dom turned his head to kiss him as the water washed away the soap.
“May I wash you,” Tony murmured as Alex pulled back.
“Of course,” Alex answered and stepped back into the water to give Tony access.
Tony took his time, taking comfort in the feel of his Dom’s muscles and skin underneath his fingers. When he’d finished by scrubbing into Alex’s short hair and massaging all the hot spots he knew turned his Dom to jello, Alex shut off the water and helped Tony out of the bathroom.
“Clean yourself out and shave here,” Alex paused and ran a hand over the sparse pubic hair that had begun growing back around Tony’s nether regions before continuing, “Then come into the bedroom. I’m going to make something for us to eat,” Alex murmured as he dried Tony off, hanging up the towel before leaving Tony alone to take care of business.
Tony listened as Alex moved around the bedroom, the sound of the toaster dinging, and the sound of Alex rummaging through the toy box. He heard the chains being linked into the ceiling and Tony shivered with anticipation. He loved when Alex put him into tight bondage and the chain meant suspension.
He came out of the bathroom slowly, having shaved before rubbing his body down with a eucalyptus/menthol oil to make his skin glisten and tingle a little. It would make the marks Alex put on his body more prominent and the cooling sensation always racketed up the sensation into a more intense feeling. He couldn’t wait to see what Alex laid into him with. Part of him hoped Alex would just used the palm of his hand because he liked the intimacy. Another part hoped for the flogger because of how long Alex could work him over. Or the whip because it stinged heavily and Tony loved the feeling of the whip cracking over his body time and time again as he built up a sweat and the endorphins sent him swimming into headspace.
As he surveyed the room though Tony froze at the sight of Alex’s wooden cane lying seemingly innocent on the bed. Tony stared at it quietly for a moment before Alex drew his attention to the plate of toast he’d just made. Alex indicated for Tony to kneel in front of him and began feeding both of them with alternative bites. Sharing a plate was something they only did in private, because Alex didn’t feel that Tony was truly ready for the amount of submission it would take for him to do it publicly. Tony tried not to think too heavily about what Alex was planning, but he couldn’t help daydreaming for a while.
Tony knew he wasn’t in trouble so Alex would only use the bite of the cane for a few marks. The cane was normally used for medium transgressions against policy on Atlantis as it was extremely painful and left bright and sore reminders. Tony had learned early on that his Dom was highly talented and qualified with all sorts of spanking and marking instruments. He’d shown a key interest in learning what all of them felt like when wielded by Alex. Alex hadn’t minded the exploration one bit. The cane was the one thing that was always off limits. Tony hadn’t even been allowed to touch it.
Tony still remembered the first time he’d disobeyed and curiously picked up the cane. Alex had always told him that it wasn’t something he needed to be familiar with unless he got in trouble, but it had intrigued him since day one. It was one of the few things he had never had used on him before, but he’d seen the red welts such an object could raise.
It had been in an opened glass case which was set up in the corner above where Alex’s toy chest was. He had been drawn to it. The day he’d broken the first of Alex’s rules was as fresh in his mind now as it was right after it had happened…
Tony lifted it out of the box with curiosity. His fingers traveled over the length and his body tightened in response as he felt how hard it was and when he gave a few swishes, Tony knew that it would have no give. He knew he was being naughty but the glass case was open and so easily accessible set up in the corner above Alex’s toy chest.
Tony turned it over and marveled at the flawless cut of the wood, sanded down to be smooth and shiny. He wondered if Gibbs could make something so beautiful.
This was a tool that was meant for either leaving marks or causing a great deal of pain.
Tony was still holding it, enraptured really, when Alex pulled the cane out of his hands, catching him red handed, and immediately laid Tony over the chair and caned his ass and thighs with four strokes that were perfectly spaced. Tony couldn’t help the scream that escaped at the sudden pain and his body jerked uncontrollably. Alex held him down firmly though and Tony took what his top gave. Alex tossed the cane on the bed and rested his head on the top of Tony’s back, breathing heavily as his Sub trembled underneath him. When Alex pulled back and turned Tony to face him his expression had been thunderous.
“I told you to not worry about this, Tony. The cane is used strictly for marking or punishment here. It’s not an item for play,” Alex snapped. Tony stared bewildered at his top. He knew the item wasn’t for play, but how could it only be for chastisement when he felt himself soaring in endorphins and completely owned and claimed by the man before him.
Tony remembered that he had apologized but not felt sorry as the marks had been burning deliciously. Alex picked up on his feelings fairly quick and Tony remembered watching as the anger seeped off his Dom’s face and a curious musing look had appeared in replacement. He’d then been pulled over Alex’s lap and his ass had been spanked thoroughly in between the lashes for lying. Tony hadn’t sat down comfortably for days, but he felt more loved than he had in a long time.
He looked at the bed now as Alex fed him another piece of toast and he couldn’t take his eyes off the cane.
“Since it’s obvious you’re not going to pay any attention until I tell you, then look up at me, boy,” Alex’s voice held the quiet authority he used when falling completely into top mode. “I’m going to give you three lashes on the front of your thighs. That shouldn’t impede you from any part of your job or sitting down, but the sting will stay constant tomorrow and probably for a few days to come. I want you to remember who you belong to and I’m going to give you as many reminders as possible,” Alex finished and Tony could barely stay still as the excitement washed over him and left him keyed up in anticipation.
Alex wiped his hands on a napkin and then wiped the crumbs from Tony’s mouth. Tony stuck his tongue out to lap at Alex’s fingers playfully as he cleaned Tony’s face. Alex chuckled and tossed the napkin in the trash and then stood up. Tony stayed kneeling and felt as Alex placed a hand on his head and tangled his fingers into Tony’s hair. He pulled Tony’s head back and leaned over to take a kiss. Tony moaned as Alex’s tongue pushed into his mouth and ran over his teeth before pulling out so Alex could suck Tony’s bottom lip in between his teeth and bite down gently.
Alex pulled Tony to his feet by his hair, his mouth and teeth never letting go of Tony’s, and walked them backwards to the bed. Tony couldn’t help but squirm his naked body against Alex’s clothed one. He loved the feeling of being naked and vulnerable against a clothed top. Tony felt the back of his legs hit the bed as he squirmed and he lost balance and fell back onto the mattress. Tony grunted as he bounced one good time when he hit the bed with Alex looming over him, eyes dark and lusty.
Alex chuckled, “Such a beautiful boy,” his top murmured as he crawled onto the bed and on top of Tony. Tony whimpered as Alex’s fingers ghosted over his body, stopping to tickle at his sides for a moment, before grasping his hard on and giving a couple hard tugs. Then Alex let go and scraped his nails down the same area he had just pulled and then over Tony’s balls where he finished up by grasping them and squeezing tight. Tony yelled out as the pain washed over him. He trembled as Alex let go and came up to his nipples. His fingers pulled and pinched Tony’s nipples to sharp points and only let go long enough to swipe something off the bedside table. Tony didn’t take long to realize Alex had grabbed the jeweled nipple clamps. He barely had time to suck in a breath before Alex had attached both of them and they were clamped in place tightly. Tony took several deep breaths and felt himself start to sink down into oblivion.
“There you go, Tony, that’s a good boy,” Alex’s voice was sharp and clear while everything else seemed non-existent.
Tony felt the bed shift as Alex moved away and he bit his lips to keep from crying out to his top. He needn’t have worried though because only moments later he felt his wrists being tugged above his head and secured into the manacles dangling from the ceiling. They were padded with a thin bit of leather, but not enough to keep from leaving marks and allowing the wearer to feel them avidly. Then Tony’s ankles were attached to their normal leather restraints at the bottom of the bed. The entire thing left Tony’s upper body pulled up and suspended with his arms in the air and then his ass and legs pulled tight on the bed. It was a position that Alex would not leave him in long, as he was completely immobile and the strain would eventually hurt his back. It was, however, perfect for marking his thighs.
The fact that Tony couldn’t move made him fall even deeper into his subspace. When he felt Alex kiss his forehead and whisper for him not to tense up, Tony obeyed completely without having to concentrate on the order. His body simply did as it was told.
Tony vaguely heard the sound of the cane whistling and then it was making contact with both of his thighs right below his groin. The cane slid over his skin and the burning was instantaneous but Tony didn’t even whimper. The welt rising almost immediately and Tony relished the way it stung, moaning. Then he was rewarded even further as the second lash landed a couple inches below the first. He panted, his head light like he was floating. Finally the third lash landed and Tony was completely gone. He was so high off the endorphins that he barely felt Alex unlocking his hands and rubbing the irritated area for a brief moment before letting them fall onto the bed along with Tony’s upper body.
Completely submissive and pliant, Tony felt his ankles released as well, but only long enough for Alex to attach them to the ceiling restraints so that his lower body was now suspended enough for Alex to have easy access to his ass. Tony moaned and laughed deliriously as Alex’s fingers lightly rubbed over his puckered hole for just a second, a teasing touch, before traveling up over his groin and then over to his thighs where he lightly brushed the lashes. Tony cried out at the brief pressure added to the already stinging lesions.
Alex chuckled as Tony’s cry turned into a moan of arousal. Alex fingers were then at his hole again and pushing against the puckered entrance lightly. Tony rotated his hips, trying to get Alex to slip in, but was rewarded with another chuckle and smack on his ass for fidgeting. He gave a whine, but was soon rewarded by the sound of the lubricant being popped open and Alex’s long fingers back where he wanted them. Tony didn’t even have to relax as he felt completely boneless already and when Alex’s fingers slipped in they only stretched him for a few moments before being replaced by Alex’s cock.
Alex wasted no time as he pushed in to the hilt and set a slow, teasing pace. Tony whimpered as his body rocked in suspension as Alex glided in and out of him. Alex answered him with his own low moan and Tony squeezed down as Alex picked up the speed. Tony felt his senses overpowering him as Alex began to fuck him hard and his Dom reached down and wrapped his hand around Tony’s erection.
Alex gripped the swollen cock so tightly that Tony cried out in pain, and squirmed, but there was no place to go hanging in the air as he was. Alex thrust harder and harder, his balls slapping against Tony’s ass, the friction of his thick cock rubbing Tony’s insides tortuously over and over. Tony squeezed his ass, the only motion he could do, and Alex groaned at the sensation.
“Come,” Alex ordered quietly and Tony immediately complied, his body giving into its demands and spilling over into Alex’s hand and his ass trembling and contracting around the cock inside of it. Alex fell over the edge with one more thrust and grunt and Tony felt the hot splashes of come shooting deep inside of him. He hung, trembling for a moment, then Alex was unhooking the restraints and they were collapsing against the bed, Tony’s back and ass pressed up against his Dom’s, cock softening inside of him.
“Sleep, now, Tony. I’ll wake you in a little while to clean up and treat your lashes,” Alex murmured and Tony let himself fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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In the morning, Tony blinked his eyes blearily to look at his clock. He stretched lazily as he realized the alarm still had twenty minutes till it would go off. He pulled himself from bed, peed an ocean worth, and then made his way to the mini-fridge they kept in Alex’s room. Tony had asked Alex if he wanted to move into Tony’s allotted quarters, since it had a kitchen, sitting room, and bedroom, but Alex wanted to stay quartered close to his men and Tony could understand the sentiment.
He poured his bowl of cereal, grinning at the sugary bran he knew Alex had procured just for him. Still barely awake he ate slowly, cautious to make sure the spoon went in his mouth, not his nose, and tried to read the personnel files as his body and mind tried to wake up fully.
His body felt delicious and sore and he was still floating slightly in headspace.
He was still mostly asleep and out of it when the alarm rang, but the noise was like a trigger and he felt himself start to swim upward and back to business. He finished his cereal in a greedy rush, then ran back to the bathroom to splash his face and noticed a goodbye note from Alex. He yanked it off the mirror after he wiped water off his face and read it as he pulled out his basic uniform. Gray pants and gray shirt of the civilian standard went on and then finally his socks and shoes. He strapped on his comm-link and then his sidearm. Giving one last glance at his reflection, Tony decided he looked more put together than he had the evening before, even if his gut told him that something was terribly wrong and he was only getting half of the picture.
Tony headed to his office, knowing that his team would be there waiting for him, and was halfway there when Alex sidled up to him.
“I thought you were off world already?” Tony asked surprised.
Alex shook his head and Tony knew something was wrong.
“We were heading to meet SGA-15, but received a call that they were going to revisit one of their dig sites to make sure they had the right specs for the anthro department here. They won’t be returning back to the pickup site till this evening and we’ll fly in and get them in,” Alex answered.
“Is there something wrong with that?” Tony questioned after a moment.
Alex hesitated before answering, “Not normally, no, but SGA-15 had already called in to say they had everything triple checked. Something doesn’t seem right, but we won’t find out what until this evening,” Alex sighed.
Tony nodded as they turned the corner to his office. Alex brushed a kiss across his lips and headed off to take care of whatever else he had on his agenda. Tony sighed and brushed a hand across his thighs and shuddered at the slight sting that washed over his body. Then he braced himself and headed into his office to get down to work.
He was a bit surprised to see Dr. Heightmeyer sitting in one of his chairs waiting patiently for him.
“Hello, Tony,” she greeted him with a sweet, but sad smile.
Tony returned the greeting with trepidation.
“Kate, I wish that I didn’t have an idea of what you’re doing here, but I get the feeling I have an inkling,” Tony replied.
Dr. Heightmeyer took his response as a reason to immediately begin, “I’m sure you noticed the notation in Davis’s file about him being unfit for duty. I’ve been seeing the man since his last team was slaughtered before his eyes. There were two teams that this happened to, Davis and Saronti were the only ones from either team to survive. Nicholas Saronti seems to be doing well, aside from a bit of depression, but Davis has been showing signs of a psychotic break. I recommended him for rotating back to Earth, but they decided to wait and send him on the Daudalus’s next voyage.”
There was a knock to the door and Lieutenant Jonathan Sharpe stuck his head inside. Tony shook his head at Jon to refuse the visitor, but Jon tried to explain.
“It’s Dunn, sir, and he says he has to tell you something,” Jon replied and Tony motioned for them to allow the man in.
“Special Agent DiNozzo,” Dunn’s voice was incredibly small and Tony immediately knew the man was here to confess something.
“If you’ll excuse us for one moment, Kate,” Tony politely inclined his head to Dr. Heightmeyer. She nodded and slid out of her chair to step outside of the office. Tony waved Dunn into the chair and the man slumped down with his shoulders hunched in a defeated posture.
The first words out of Dunn’s mouth made Tony’s jaw drop though.
“It’s my fault. I killed him.”
Gone was the arrogance and surliness of the day before and in its place Tony sensed extreme sorrow. Tony cursed to himself for assuming that Davis was the killer.
“Just tell me what happened, Master Sergeant,” Tony kept his voice low and soothing, pushing back the angry churning in his gut.
“Keith and I… we were lovers. Going on three months now, but we got in a row yesterday about telling the team and making it official. Keith wanted to wait, said he wasn’t sure our dynamic was a fit since we hadn’t bonded. I hate that god damn bonding!” Dunn’s voice rose for a moment, before he took a deep breath and continued. “I usually stay with him, Agent DiNozzo; I never leave him alone on a dig. Keith has issues about enclosed spaces. I was just so damn angry and I walked out,” Dunn closed his eyes as if remembering. Tony wondered how this led to the man killing his lover. It sounded like he’d walked away at this point, not took a gun and shot him.
“When did you go back?” Tony prodded. Dunn’s head shot back up and confusion was lit in his eyes.
“Not till I heard the gunshot, Agent DiNozzo, by the time I got back he’d already shot Keith. I should have said something immediately, but I was so damn confused. He didn’t mean too, Keith startled him and he thought that Keith was the enemy. I think he’s been lost in his mind for awhile now,” Dunn went on and Tony stood immediately, ready to apprehend whomever it was Dunn was fingering.
“Who was it?” Tony barely got out before Sheppard voice came over his comm-link.
“Tony, get to the east docks, now!”
Tony didn’t spare a minute; he rushed out the door and took off towards the location. He made it in record time and was about to burst out onto the area when Alex was suddenly in front of him and holding him back.
“Let me through, damn it, Alex! Sheppard called me!” Tony hollered.
“I know, Tony, I told him too. One of my men was watching your man, Davis,” Alex quietly told Tony.
Tony looked at his Dom in confusion. What did that have to do with anything?
“Davis made it past the guards, Tony. We still don’t know how. When they realized he wasn’t in his quarters anymore, they called me. It’s their usual SOP, Tony; it wasn’t a slight to you. They’re just used to me being in charge,” Alex continued, “Davis is dead, Tony. He hung himself from one of the rafters.”
Tony froze in his Dom’s arms as the words reverberated through his mind. He pushed past Alex’s arms and walked around the corner to where the east dock opened up into a gigantic cargo bay. There, hanging from the rafters by just a bit of rope, was the body of Sergeant Davis. Backing away, Tony clutched at his stomach.
“DAMN IT! I knew it! My gut told me it was Davis, but I ignored it. I should have arrested him already, this is my fault,” Tony began yelling, but ended up barely whispering. Alex was in his face instantly.
“Don’t be stupid, Tony. You had no way of stopping this. The man wanted to die and he found a way to do it. Now we just need to find out why,” Alex tried to soothe Tony.
A voice behind them broke in. They both turned to Dr. Heightmeyer.
“I think I can shed some light. Maybe not on how, but probably on why,” Kate seemed saddened, but Tony didn’t miss the underlying anger under her words.
They all turned to Sheppard as he came in from the dock.
“Has anyone told Elizabeth?” the man rasped.
Dr. Heightmeyer glared at him and Tony watched in confusion as she turned and spun away with a terse, “I told both of you months ago.”
Tony and Alex shared a look as Sheppard seemed to crumble in on himself, “I know,” he whispered before turned and walking away.
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Tony sat across from the psychologist with a look of disbelief on his face.
“How long ago did you recommend Davis be sent home?” he choked out.
Dr. Heightmeyer sighed and looked him dead in the eye before answering, “Many months ago. When Sergeant Davis survived the attack on his team. Everyone else was slaughtered and he had severe PTSD from the ordeal. The attack wasn’t random either, but that’s not the point. Sergeant Davis became skittish and constantly was looking over his shoulder. He should have been rotated back to Earth through the gate and not put on a waiting list to be shipped back via ship.”
Tony listened intently and felt anger growing inside of him with each of her words. If she’d been listened too then Davis would have been sent back to Earth and would be having the help he needed instead of lying on a cold slab after being cut down from a noose. Tony wouldn’t have four marines that were being shipped back for withholding knowledge of the killer and conduct unbecoming. It would be up to the Military Tribunal to decide their fates, but Tony had made notations about their motives. He also wouldn’t be feeling the intense wash of guilt at missing the big picture. Elaine had told him her suspicions about Davis, Jon had instinctively suspected the man, and Tony had also felt his gut pulling him in that direction. He’d ignored what Gibbs had taught him foremost of all and that was killing him inside.
“Thank you for letting me know, Kate, I’ll make sure that the message is received loud and clear about future referrals,” Tony told the woman as he stood up stiffly. Dr. Heightmeyer thanked him and Tony took the chance to get a good look at her.
Thinking that this qualified as one of the clauses in Alex and his contract about touching another Dom or Switch, Tony stepped around the desk to pull the woman into a loose embrace. She started to cry lightly and rested her forehead on Tony’s shoulder when he comfortingly stroked the back of her hair.
“This is not your fault, Kate, do you hear me? It is not your fault,” Tony emphatically stated. Dr. Heightmeyer pulled back slightly to look him in the eye.
“It’s not your fault either, Tony,” she sniffled. Tony sighed and nodded, trying to project as much belief in what she was saying into his looks, her eyes narrowed but she didn’t say anything.
“I have to go, Kate. Is there anyone you can go stay with tonight?” Tony gently asked and started running through a list of Subs that would care for the doctor, but not take advantage.
“I’ve been seeing a lovely Sub from Dr. McKay’s department, Dr. Kusanagi, and she’s already called me to let me know that she would be waiting in my quarters,” she gave a slight wry smile at the mention of the bossy Sub she’d started to already care for.
Tony couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped at her words, “Miko’s a sweet girl, but she’s a damn stubborn Sub and she expects her Dom to be up to par,” he teased. Dr. Heightmeyer blushed, but then Tony got a glimpse of her inner Dom as she stepped back and prodded him towards the door.
“Thank you for the comfort, Tony, but if you stay any longer Alex might be hunting me down instead of those barbarians who attacked our teams,” Kate chided.
“Barbarians?” Tony raised an eyebrow at the first hint he got of what Alex had been up too.
“There’s been a lot of off world attacks. Something is attacking our troops.” She explained.
That may have been part of the reason why Sheppard and McKay had insisted in accompanying Tony’s team to PX 491 when the murder of Dr. Holloway was first reported. The Colonel had probably only called Tony in after checking for alien violence first. Tony had not realized Atlantis was still actively fighting other alien races. He definitely didn’t know Alex was in on it. He sighed as he realized that he had never questioned his Dom on his assignments, besides those that directly crossed with his. Alex, on the other hand, knew everything about Tony’s cases, often giving insight about the crew.
The doctor seemed to read his mind as she spoke to him as they walked out of her office together, “He’s your Dom, Tony, and it’s his job to be aware of things in your life. He probably keeps his out of the bedroom because he prefers the office to stay at the office. Military Doms are like that.”
Tony mused that and nodded in agreement, “I guess I’m still getting used to the whole being taken care of thing,” he answered.
“It takes getting used to. Now, I need to hustle before Miko starts looking for me on her own. I’d hate to see what she can do with hot oil besides great massages,” Dr. Heightmeyer teased as she turned off to head towards the civilian quarters.
Tony gave a wave goodbye before squaring his shoulders back and putting on his game face. He quickened his pace and gave over to the fury that had started building since Kate had told him about her diagnosis of Davis. Walking into the Gate Room, he ignored the people around him, and started up the stairs rapidly.
By the time he reached Dr. Weir’s office Tony was trembling. He couldn’t even think of the woman he considered a friend by her first name right now, and Colonel Sheppard was not much better off. He was furious at the way his murder-suicide could have been prevented. His earlier compassion for Sheppard’s feelings when the man had seemed so defeated was completely gone with what he’d just learned.
Ignoring the assistant’s yelping that he needed to wait, Tony bust into the office where both of the expedition leaders were sitting with desolate looks on their faces. They both looked up startled at the abrupt entrance, but not really shocked to see him.
“If I could have you both up on charges I would,” he snarled and watched as none of the sorrow changed in either of their faces. Good, he thought to himself cruelly.
“You had a chance to prevent this. If you had sent that man home like you had been told he should, then we would have two people still alive, and a whole of team of marines wouldn’t have ruined their careers trying to cover for one of their own.”
“I’m resigning,” was the first words out of Elizabeth’s mouth and Sheppard was nodding his head as well.
Tony blinked in surprise before feeling another burst of anger wash over him.
“You’re both going to run away? So some new idiots can come in and let the same things happen? Hell no, both of you needs to stay and clean up this mess that you could have prevented,” the words seemed to stir something in Sheppard because the man quickly shot back.
“You think we don’t know that? We were at war for so long that it was almost daily that reports crossed our desk of someone with problems, but it was determined by the IA that they were better off here and working through them than at home,” Sheppard’s voice cracked at the end before Dr. Weir took over.
“We should have insisted harder that things change when the Wraith were finally defeated, but things happen so quickly out here and neither of us were aware of how bad Davis was off. Tony, we know we should have listened to Dr. Heightmeyer more, but we can’t change the fact that we didn’t. We can only move on and hope that our replacements…” Dr. Weir stuttered and Tony took the pause to break in again.
“I repeat, YOU ARE BOTH NOT LEAVING. Yes, I’m pissed at both of you, but it was not all of your faults. Davis had a new team that should have spoken up. Dr. Keller was his attending physician and she noted insomnia and irritability in his files. Hell, even the kitchen crew filed a complaint against him for anger issues,” the fury finally seeped out of Tony and he slid into the closest empty chair. He put his head down into his hands and sighed heavily.
“I should have followed my instincts to begin with,” he murmured before clearing his voice and talking louder, “Please, don’t go. Atlantis needs both of you and we need Dr. McKay.”
Tony looked at Sheppard and the man had the grace to flush guiltily. They both knew if Sheppard left that McKay was going with him. They were bonded and the pain from bonding separation was excruciating. Tony didn’t even want to think about how it would feel across Galaxies, probably instantaneous death.
“Oh, we’re not leaving,” McKay’s voice sounded from the door. The scientist glared at Tony, but Tony refused to back down. He was right to be angry, but he also knew that he was right in his words about the expedition leaders staying in charge.
“John, we’re going to our quarters. We can all discuss this more tomorrow,” Dr. McKay’s voice was as abrupt as always and Tony watched as Sheppard met his Sub’s gaze and gave a slight nod before rising to meet the man at the door.
“Elizabeth, I assume that you will be attended tonight. Your Sub will be returning from off world?” Dr. McKay spoke again as he gave a slight push to his Dom’s back, prompting him out into the hall.
Dr. Weir nodded and Tony gratefully sighed. Another person he didn’t have to make sure was handled for the night. Regardless of his anger, these people were his friends. Still, he was shocked when Rodney turned his attention to him.
“Tony, where’s Alex?” the man’s voice held none of its previous ire and was actually soft for the usually rude scientist.
Tony looked up and saw that the other Sub’s eyes were now filled with understanding. He should have known that if anyone understood the overwhelming emotion inside of him it would be the man that had dealt with more life and death situations that centered on entire planets of people often.
“Waiting for me in his quarters,” Tony answered quietly and Rodney nodded and started to speak, but Dr. Weir broke in.
“Then I suggest I walk you there now, Tony, and we can talk more in the morning,” her voice once again held a semblance of the authority she normally used. Tony felt his world start to center back into place. He barely managed a nod, before Elizabeth was up herself and pulling his hand into hers. Tony let himself be pulled out of the room and trailed after the three completely compliantly.
He barely registered when Rodney and John broke off and only subconsciously noticed that they reached Alex’s room and the door was swinging open. Alex was standing in the room, still in uniform, and looking anxious. Tony cringed as he realized that it had been hard on his Dom not to insist on being with him when he went to talk to Dr. Heightmeyer. Alex’s eyes narrowed as he immediately zoned into Tony’s hand clasped by Elizabeth’s and the woman released him immediately.
“Tony, go get ready for a shower,” Alex ordered brusquely, only a hint of irritation in it from the contact with another Dom, and Tony numbly obeyed. He was used to his Dom’s possessive ways. He vaguely heard the conversation outside of the bathroom.
“He’s barely registering anything right now. I’ll rearrange my schedule tomorrow for whatever time he’s up to talking and if it’s not tomorrow then I’ll wait till he is ready. Just…I’m sorry, I hurt your Sub badly by a decision from Internal Affairs that I should have fought,” Elizabeth’s voice was so heartbroken that Tony wanted to rush back out and reassure her that he would be okay.
Alex’s voice was calm and steady as always though and immediately stilled Tony’s emotions and movements.
“He’s got a huge heart, Ma’am; he’ll be okay once it’s had time to heal. Now, go to your Sub and let me care for mine.”
Tony didn’t hear the rest of the conversation as he had finished stripping and had turned on the water. He’d just stepped into the hot spray when he felt Alex’s arms wrap tightly around him. The contact was all it took and Tony swirled around and broke down sobbing into his Dom’s arms. Everything from the last couple days that had been threatening to take him over finally breaking through.
“Shh, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Alex whispered over and over again and Tony thought for the first time that night that everything was going to be okay.
PART THREE