[NCIS/SGA] Crossing Over, Part Three: Chpt 4
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.
Part Three
Tony rolled over restlessly to look at Alex’s sleeping form again. When they first had begun their relationship, Alex would wake whenever Tony stirred and watched the soldier. Now, almost a year later, Alex was used to Tony’s sleeping habits and usually slept through his midnight viewings. He told Tony that it meant he trusted Tony completely and his body no longer instinctually woke him up screaming danger. Tony hadn’t been able to help the smile that those words had brought nor the warm feeling that had spread through him.
Usually Tony didn’t know the reasons behind his insomnia, but tonight he knew it was because of the argument and sequential spanking he’d gotten for disrespect. There had been more attacks on Atlantis teams and the circumstances were becoming more suspicious. The alien race attacking them knew where the teams were heading and were prepared to ambush the Atlantian soldiers. Mission Intel had been locked down, so that only Atlantis’s top brass and the team going on a mission would know when and where a mission would be. But this hadn’t stopped the unknown enemy’s uncanny ability to be there in waiting before the Atlantis soldiers even knew where they would be going. Dr. Weir and Colonel Sheppard suspected that there must be a traitor and spy on Atlantis and the spy had to be someone able to access all their mission plans and then erase their tracks.
The last team to be ambushed had lost everyone but one single scientist. He had barely made it back through the gate. The rest of his team were either murdered or captured. The scientist managed to I.D. one of the barbarians as a well known slave trader. And even in his grief, he had been able to tell that the slave trader was just along for the ride, as if he was there to purchase new merchandise. The identity of the race attacking them was completely unknown. They were covered in heavy arm, with not even a glimpse or skin or scales shown.
The realization that there was a traitor gave Tony jurisdiction over the case and Tony threw himself into work. He tried everything he could think of to draw the traitor out. And he was getting nowhere.
“God, Gibbs would know what to do,” Tony had said in hopeless frustration.
“Can you pull him into the investigation?” Alex had asked thoughtlessly, frustrated from his own useless efforts in stopping the attacks. He had seen men and women who worked under him disappear, either dead or sold somewhere in the galaxy to toil and slowly die in captivity.
Tony had bristled and that started an argument that led to a bit of punishment. Honestly, the spanking had helped them both, and the fear and anxiety from the day had seeped out of their shoulders.
In his head, he knew that Alex was right and that he was going to need help in tracking down the traitor and the benefactor behind the attacks, but Tony’s heart couldn’t give in to allowing his old team to come to Atlantis. Atlantis was his. And he couldn’t face Gibbs or McGee or Ziva or Abby. Not after he left without even saying goodbye, not now that his Sub side had become public, and not now when he was failing horribly at solving such an important case. If he ever faced them again, he wanted it to be when he was brilliantly solving the biggest case of his career.
He’d told Alex that it was because he didn’t need their help, but now he recognized the real reason. He must have been staring hard because Alex’s eyes blinked open seconds after his thinking came to its conclusion.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” As usual Alex’s voice was reassuring and sexy, especially with the sleep laden huskiness.
“I’m afraid that Elizabeth and John and even General O’Neill will decide to keep Gibbs or even McGee here and send me home.” Tony admitted. “I just have cop qualifications, but Gibbs is like all knowing and Tim is a wiz with technology. Someone made a mistake by choosing me. They’ll realize how lousy I am and send me home,” Tony blabbered.
Alex’s eyes darkened considerably and Tony flinched. Alex rolled on top of him and trapped Tony’s wrists over his head.
“That’s the most idiotic thing you’ve ever said,” Alex murmured and leaned down to smash their lips together in a bruising kiss. Alex continued after pulling back. “Just because you think that we’re going to abandon you doesn’t mean its true and you should know better. You belong here, Tony, this is your home now and I would think after a year of being in my bed you would know that I am not letting you go.”
“Unless one of us bonds,” Tony answered despondently.
“Stop,” Alex ordered, “That’s my collar you’re wearing and even if the big guys sent you back to Earth, they’d have to take me too and that is certainly not happening.”
Tony sighed underneath him. It was impossible to stay upset when his Dom was above him and making him stay still with just the force of his will and a little pressure.
Alex was a natural Dom and almost held as much toppy attitude as Gibbs had. Thinking Gibbs’ name brought Tony back to reality though.
He sighed, “I’m in love with my ex-boss,” he blurted out before his brain could stop his mouth. He looked up expectantly and waited for Alex to blow up. Alex could be very laid back, but he had a possessive streak a mile wide.
However, Alex just smiled and chuckled.
“I know, Tony. Did you think that I didn’t ask around and find out as much about you as I could when we started sleeping together? You thought I’d just leave you hanging when I found out about your boss didn’t you?” Alex told him quietly.
Tony flushed in embarrassment.
“But you’re here with me now, and that’s what matters to me. He never got to see you the ways I’ve seen you.” Tenderly, Alex leaned down and kissed Tony on the forehead. Tony closed his eyes as Alex kissed his cheek, his jaw, down his neck, and then lower.
---
Tony felt the need to go to the gate room even before Dr. Weir called him. He didn’t know if it was Atlantis talking to him or what, but he felt himself practically running and when his comm-link beeped and Dr. Weir’s voice came on he was already barreling into the room. There was a team of medics and what looked to be about half of Alex’s team. He looked desperately for Alex, but the soldier wasn’t anywhere that Tony could see. The ball of frustration that had made home in his stomach ever since the attacks on their people had begun to disappear grew into sheer panic.
“Tony,” John was suddenly right there and wrapping an arm around him to keep him from slipping to the floor.
“Where’s Alex? Is he…did…” he choked up and couldn’t finish.
John sighed and Tony felt Elizabeth come up and then her fingers wrapped around his face and made him look at her.
“Slow down Tony, steady. The last anyone saw he was alive and chained. Probably to be taken to the slave traders. Our people are getting the word out now that he is among the missing and presumed alive. We’ll find him Tony, but to do that we have to find the traitor. I know it hurts, but I need you to focus,” her words were soft and Tony heard the compassion in her voice.
He nodded slowly and tried to steady his breathing. He was faced with the choice that had been plaguing him ever since the entire situation had gotten out of control. Alex had tried to talk to him about it, but Tony hadn’t wanted to listen. If Tony had taken care of this before, Alex might still be here and safe. Now he felt about two inches small and suddenly wanted to beg Elizabeth to punish him.
“We need my team from Earth. I need the help,” he said firmly, even as his voice hitched at the very end.
“Alright, Tony, I’ll contact the SGC and get them here,” Elizabeth answered and then turned her head to John and indicated for him to take care of Tony, but all three members of Tony’s team stepped in. Martinez took Tony from Sheppard, and Sharpe turned to her.
“We’ve got the boss, ma’am. We’ll make sure he gets some rest and then we’ll be back and ready in eight hours.”
Elizabeth nodded thankfully. She was just grateful that someone would make sure the Sub rested and was in as good a frame of mind as possible for when his old team arrived. She watched as they led the exhausted man from the gate room and then she headed up to send the orders. With any luck the NCIS group would be cleared and in Atlantis by morning.
She just prayed that when they did arrive that they could help and that when they left they didn’t take Tony with them. She gritted her teeth and promised herself that Atlantis would lose Tony over her dead body. She didn’t care about the threats that had been passed on to her for the past year by General O’Neill from Tony’s ex boss. She didn’t really care if this Gibbs was as scary as all of her own private sources had passed down either. Tony belonged on Atlantis. It was his home.
---
Tony’s team took him to his quarters.
“How is he?” Conner Jacobs asked as his Dom, Dylan Martinez slipped from the bedroom and into the main sitting area. Martinez came up behind his Sub and pulled him close.
“Practically comatose from exhaustion. Wouldn’t go to sleep at first, but Jon laid down with him and now they’re curled up like a couple of puppies fast asleep,” Dylan murmured as he nuzzled one of his Sub’s ear.
Conner chuckled and then yawned.
Dylan smiled at him affectionately and turned him around for a tender kiss.
“Go on and get some sleep yourself. I’ll take the couch. Just keep Tony feeling secure for awhile,” Dylan replied and then twirled Conner and smacked him on the ass as Conner walked into Tony’s room. The Sub turned back and gave Dylan one of his blinding smiles in answer and Dylan smiled back before collapsing on the couch and placing his sidearm within easy reach. He was finding it hard to trust anyone at the moment and now Tony’s old team was coming. He’d be damned if they were going to swoop in and take Tony back.
He’d been part of Tony’s team since the third time Tony and Jon had gone off-world and almost gotten themselves barbequed by the locals. This team had become close and nobody was going to take away another family from him.
---
Gibbs glared at the woman who’d walked into NCIS like she owned it. She was Air Force, he could tell by her uniform, and fairly high ranked from the glance he had taken. She’d looked directly at him and narrowed her eyes as if deciding whether he was the person she was looking for. Then she’d walked passed him and up the stairs and had been waved into Vance’s office immediately.
His phone rang and he reached over and answered it with a terse, “Gibbs.”
“My office, now,” Vance’s voice was short and to the point.
Gibbs didn’t bother with a reply, just hung up and headed up the stairs.
For once Cynthia didn’t say anything as he opened the door and then slammed it shut. He wanted Vance to know how pissed he still was over Tony. The petite blonde turned and smiled, albeit briefly, at his abrupt entrance.
“You are Tony DiNozzo’s former boss?” she asked immediately.
Gibbs turned his attention to her fully.
“Yes, I am his boss,” he replied stiffly. Vance and the intruding woman shared a look at Gibb’s possessive tone.
The woman continued, “I am Colonel Samantha Carter and I’m afraid I’m going to need your team and yourself to come with me immediately after debriefing.”
“The rest of your team has already been contacted and your active case is being passed on.” Vance explained.
Samantha Carter explained. “When we are done here you are to immediately go to your house with the officer I have assigned you and pack only essentials, enough for a few days. No information is not to be discussed until you are all in my presence again. I need you to make sure your team understands this and obeys it to the letter. We are still not comfortable telling Ziva David classified information, but Tony assured us of her trustworthiness and our need to have her there as well. Is this understood?”
Gibbs stared hard at the woman before nodding sharply, wanting to question her about Tony. He heard Tim and Ziva before they entered, but was surprised when Abby and Ducky also followed. His surprise must have shown in some way or another because the Director was explaining before Gibbs had a chance to say anything.
“Special Agent DiNozzo explicitly stated that all of you were needed, not just the active field agents. You should be proud of your boy, Gibbs, he must be well respected to have that kind of influence,” Vance said around his toothpick. Gibbs leveled a glare at the man to make sure Vance realized that he was still pissed.
“Bossman, what’s going on? What happened to Tony? Have we found him?” Abby’s voice had an edge of frantic to it and Gibbs signed to her briefly.
Calm down, Abby. I don’t know yet.
The Goth nodded and he could see her taking deep breaths. Everyone else was quiet and waiting. Ducky rocked on his heels, and Ziva watched the colonel suspiciously. Tim was silent, but his gaze met Gibb’s poker face for a moment.
Gibbs said nothing and turned to meet Vance’s eyes smoothly and didn’t give anything away when the Director raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘How could you find DiNozzo if you were ordered not to look for him?’ In Gibbs mind, Vance knew damn well that he wasn’t going to follow that goddamn order.
Gibbs just hoped the Director was ready to have Tony back at NCIS headquarters, because he’d be damned if his boy was going to stay anywhere else on Earth besides with him. Gibbs didn’t care if he had to tie Tony to the bed and walk him around with a leash. Tony was his agent and he was going to be a hell of a lot more when Gibbs got his hands on him again.
“Before we do anything else, I need these signed,” Colonel Carter pulled papers out of a manila folder and sat them on the table.
Gibbs tilted his head to indicate everyone should sit. It took awhile to read them over, Tim being the most thorough, but as soon as Gibbs signed his papers everyone else flipped to the end and signed theirs. Colonel Carter looked on in a bemused manner.
“What I tell you is said in the strictest confidentiality and if ever spoken of, outside those already in the know, measures of the highest extreme will be taken. So, I’m going to tell you right now to listen and hear exactly what I am saying. The bare minimum will be given here and if you agree to this assignment then you will be escorted to your homes to pack only necessities, then you will be driven to another secure location to await transport. Am I understood?” Colonel Carter’s voice was loud and blunt and Gibbs immediately saw the commanding officer she was underneath her uniform. This was a woman that was used to being obeyed.
She told them about another galaxy. Abby and Tim’s jaws dropped, Ducky was astounded, and Gibb’s own version of confusion looked like he was blinking awake from a nap. Ziva especially was bewildered. “Are you really telling a former Mossad agent about this?” Was her second question, after initial declarations of impossibility.
“Yes, we are telling a former Mossad agent about this,” Carter parroted. “Take it as a compliment.”
“But it’s not possible for humans to travel to another galaxy,” Tim argued, fully understanding the scientific impossibility of it.
Abby jumped up, “It’s not feasible! It would take us almost 20,000 years just to get to the nearest star! And that’s at, like, 150,000 miles/hr, which I’m pretty sure might hurt a person, thoughwearerotatingaroundtheEarthat1042MPH…unless we had, like a little mini-Earth to hold on to…”
“What?” Ziva blinked in confusion.
“Abby,” Gibbs ordered. She snapped out of the factual spiral.
“But! There is no way we could possibly travel to another galaxy! Those things are shooting away from us, as we speak, like galactic sling shots!”
Colonel Carter smiled, obviously impressed. “You’re right. With any contemporary technology, we wouldn’t be able to reach the edge of our own galaxy in a million years. Even if we could go light speed, it’d take 75,000 years to cross the Milky Way. So you understand why we are asking for the utmost confidentiality when we talk about the Pegasus Galaxy?”
Abby nodded enthusiastically. The others were less thrilled.
“But how?” Tim insisted.
“You’ll see.”
They were all hustled out and into cars that screamed government. Gibbs grabbed his pre-packed emergency bag, handled the business of closing down his house, locked the front door for the first time in years, and was back in the car in a second.
---
Abigail Sciuto considered herself a very open minded girl. She had no problem believing in the supernatural, nor did she have any issue thinking of life out among the stars; however, finding out that her best friend had been out there for the last year was mind boggling.
She wished she could settle on one emotion about the entire ordeal. Part of her was excited and couldn’t wait to find out what Tony had been up to. The other part of her was furious at him for leaving her behind when he’d been out exploring another galaxy while they, his family, had been home worrying.
The worst of all the emotions was the immense guilt that had been eating her up inside and the fear that maybe Tony hadn’t fought the order to leave because his family had taken him for granted.
With one last sigh she zipped her suitcase shut. They at least had been given armed escorts to each of their homes to pack a bag and take care of any other issues that came with being on a long term assignment. From what she’d seen at Tony’s desk and apartment, Tony had simply been whisked away out his life. She cast a glance at the locked box she had retrieved from Tony’s apartment right after he left. Right before everything there had mysteriously vanished in twenty four hours.
Gathering her bag and the box she said one last goodbye to her apartment and closed the door behind her. The air force man waiting for her took her bag and led her silently to the awaiting car.
---
Timothy McGee gritted his teeth in frustration as the young idiot who had been ordered to escort him home to pack touched practically everything in his small living room. He bitterly wondered when the military had added snooping for no good reason in their training regimen.
“Do you mind not touching everything?” he finally snapped as he reached under his desk to retrieve his extra sidearm. A gun that Tony had bought him when he’d lost the probationary part of his agent status.
The man just raised an eyebrow, “Are you done yet, Mr. McGee?”
Tim bristled even more, “That is Special Agent McGee, Airman, and yes I’m ready now.”
The man simply nodded and turned to head outside. Tim followed and gave one last lingering look at the place he’d called home since working under Gibbs. It didn’t particularly hold a lot of special memories, besides his writing, but it had been a safe haven and it had been his own. It didn’t matter anymore, though, and it hadn’t in awhile.
The entire family had been torn in two when Tony had vanished out of their lives and now it would be complete. Tim still wasn’t sure if he was going to punch Tony or hug him when he finally saw him again, but Tim couldn’t help but be happy that the team was finally going to be how it should be once again.
---
Ziva already had a bag packed and there was no reason to do anything about her apartment as she didn’t have a lot there to begin with, preferring to keep only the bare minimal of what was needed in a dwelling. She went home though and sat on her bed while the airman discarded the contents of her refrigerator for her.
She stared off into space for a bit and thought about everything she had learned.
Tony and she had clashed in many ways ever since she came to NCIS. She was the interloper and she was taking Kate’s place. Ziva understood on a basic level how her presence had been a shock and a slap in the face to the team. Jenny had been kind enough to spell out the situation she was walking into. Still, even in his grief and anger, Tony had made her feel as if it would be alright eventually and she would be part of the team.
Then Rifkin and Africa and her rescue had rolled around. That entire diabolical had happened before she could find the words to apologize or to say thank you. After that Tony had vanished.. Ziva had been angry with him at first for abandoning them. Didn’t he understand that Gibbs needed him to make sure the older man didn’t fall headfirst in a fury at every bad case they had? Or that McGee, while being a very good agent, still had so much to learn from Tony, even though they bickered as brothers. Didn’t he know that Ziva needed him to remind her that she was more than a former assassin? Even Ducky and Abby needed him to be there for company and comfort. The entire team needed his out of the box thinking for many cases. Their solve rate had gone down since he left. Though she and Tim worked well together, extraordinarily well, it was not the same. Not at all.
It hit Ziva just as she wrote out a check for two month’s rent that her thoughts were exactly the problem. Tony didn’t know, because nobody ever bothered to let him know how valued he was.
The realization made Ziva want to hit something in frustration, at her and the rest of the team. Instead she just grabbed her bag, stuck the check under a cup on her table, and snapped at the airman to move it. When she saw Tony again she would make sure he understood everything and then she’d find a way to make things right.
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In one’s old age, a person began to believe they knew and understood all there was to discover in the world. But it was arrogance, a silly hubris very similar to the presumption of youth.
Ducky smiled at himself, even as he marveled at the idea of entire civilizations living hundreds of thousands of light years away. Lives that were lived whether he, or anyone on Earth was aware of them or not.
Strange, that they would be travelling to a place further away then the stars the twinkled above in the sky.
“Yes, it’s a very interesting place Dr. Mallard.” The Airman acknowledged politely. “But I have to ask you to stop talking about it while we’re off base. Are you ready?” The Airman looked frantically hopeful that Ducky was ready to leave.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, you’re very right, my boy. Let’s see, I’m packed now, aren’t I? I believe so. And just allow me another moment, I must call in and make sure that Mother’s neighbors will be able to look after her and the dogs.” The corgis were currently pawing at the Airman, who looked a bit helpless and overwhelmed amongst the hoard. He nodded enthusiastically, hoping Ducky would hurry.
He reminded Ducky of Tony, the way the man had taken on the stampede of dogs. He had put forth a valiant effort in the face of an overwhelming herd of licks and barks and wiggling tails. Defeat was of course imminent. The dogs would always have their way in the end.
He called the nurse to take care of Mother, and the neighborhood dog sitter to watch over the dogs, then checked his bags and pockets one last time, hoping he wasn’t missing anything.
He wondered if Tony would be changed when they saw him again. Or would he be the same man he had always been?
“Dr. Mallard, you have everything, right? Let’s get you going,” the Airman encouraged, detangling himself from two dogs that had made their home in the young man’s lap. Ducky acquiesced, and the two of them hurried out, pushing dogs through the door as they tried to escape.
“Back, back you beasts!” Ducky pushed a whimpering wet nose back behind the door, and then gently closed it.
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Gibbs arrived at the secure location only minutes before the rest of his team. They were all hustled into what looked like an abandoned warehouse where there were guards at every corner. Then Colonel Carter activated some sort of calling device and ordered them to transport everyone. Gibbs blinked when he felt a pulling sensation and when his eyes opened he found himself standing in front of an open window that looked out into what he assumed was space.
“Welcome back, Colonel Carter,” a man sitting at a control booth said. Several of the other people in the room saluted and were ordered to get back to work briskly.
“Welcome to the George Hammond,” Colonel Carter said with a small smile as she watched his team, “We will be within the Stargate way station within the hour so please come and sit so I may fill you in on what is going on.”
Like at NCIS, her words washed over the group in frenzy, minds whirling at the blunt explanations of dynamics and lifestyles that they would be encountering, and left them all in a sudden whirlwind of culture shock. Luckily, no one seemed disturbed by the things revealed. In fact, Gibbs was beginning to suspect that his co-workers all identified with the lifestyle because of the easy way they took what was being told to them. Finally, Colonel Carter came to a halt and she asked if there were any questions.
Gibbs chuckled at the array of questions that were suddenly being flung all over the place, especially by Abby and Tim, but he couldn’t pay any attention. His mindset was focused on Tony and getting to him. The situation had to be dire if Tony was asking for help. Gibbs had no illusions that Tony had asked for them just because he missed them. Something bad must have happened that Tony felt he couldn’t handle on his own, or that a fresh set of eyes were needed.
“Alright, we’re out of time. Dr. Weir and Tony DiNozzo should be able to answer any other questions you have. I have been told to tell you, on behalf of the United States, that we are grateful for your help. Time to go,” Colonel Carter said after a while of answering questions. Gibbs gave a sharp nod to his team indicating for them to get up. They were deposited on a dusty, rocky planet in front of a large metal structure that had to be the Stargate. Colonel Carter walked over to another, smaller device and started to input something.
“When you step through the gate and come out on the other side Tony will be there to greet you along with Dr. Weir, the head of our expedition, and Colonel Sheppard who is head of military in the galaxy. Please give them all my best and we will see you on your return trip,” Colonel Carter said promptly as the gate swirled into action and suddenly a whirlpool leaped out of the center before settling back into the circular form of the gate.
Gibbs started for the gate, but Abby, Ducky, and Tim all jumped before him in their excitement. He couldn’t help but chuckle. He waved a hand in front of him for Ziva. She snapped out of her thoughts, and she bowed her head gracefully before heading into the gate directly before him.
“Special Agent Gibbs,” Carter’s replied before he stepped through.
He turned and raised an eyebrow at her.
“Tony is very special to the Atlantis crew and many of the inhabitants in Pegasus, so please be careful in how you treat him. He is having a very hard time right now and if you are harsh on him…well I’m not sure how close he is to his breaking point. He’s a beautiful Sub and if I didn’t have my hands full with my own Sub then I’d have tried to collar him myself,” Carter replied and Gibbs frowned, pushing back the jealousy that immediately flared up.
Carter chuckled though and gave him a knowing grin before she disappeared back to her ship. Gibbs sighed and turned around to view the Stargate and with one last breath he stepped up into it and vanished.
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Tony received the call that the gate had activated and the IDC of the Earth NCIS team had come through. He ran to the gate room, his team close behind, and tried to keep himself from pacing. The chevrons were slowly encoding and with each one locking in place he felt more anxious.
“Chevron five encoded,” Jackie’s voice rang out.
Tony closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he felt like he was flying apart at the seams. Things had escalated so fast after the death of Dr. Holloway and then Davis’s sequential suicide. Now Alex was gone, taken during a supposedly peaceful trade deal, and Tony was waiting for his old team to arrive on what had become his home.
The fact that there was a traitor on Atlantis had shocked everyone to the core and had everyone extremely upset. Ever since the defeat of the wraith, Atlantis and Pegasus had been a fairly peaceful place and the ensuing violence that had been wrought on them was putting undue pressure on everyone. It seemed that not one day had gone by since the first attack that someone was not murdered off world. The people and delegations that Atlantis had been meeting were all left alone and unhurt, making Tony know that the attacks were against the Earth people specifically.
The Genei were the first group that had been suspected, even though they had long since made peace with one another, but they had come up clean and were affronted by the idea of slavery, further showing innocence. There had been no leads after that and Tony was still going through psych profiles from Dr. Heightmeyer to try and find someone who had been in a situation to cause animosity towards his own people. It had to be someone that had met another group of people and had been among those people long enough to become swayed to a radical cause.
There just wasn’t enough evidence to point a finger back at any person Tony had come across so far.
Tony hoped that his former team could help and that he would be able to keep himself together around Gibbs. The situation was forcing him to out himself as bisexual and into the lifestyle. If Alex was here to support him, he might feel better. But it was ten times worse now that Alex was gone and he faced this alone. He should have just listened to Alex and called for their help before. If Alex died, he’d never be able to forgive himself…
The final chevron locked, Jackie’s monotone voice naming it, and the gate swirled into action. Tony made one of his old masks fall into place, one of the many masks he’d long quit using since coming to Atlantis, but he made himself stand at a fairly relaxed pose and watched the gate for their arrival.
“You doing okay there, Tony?” The quiet voice that had snuck up beside him caught him off guard and drug his attention away from the whirlpool of blue.
“Yeah, Jonathon, I’m just fucking fine,” he snapped uncontrollably and blanched at the look that crossed the Corporal’s face.
“Tony, stop,” Colonel Sheppard’s tired voice sounded next and Tony felt himself calm a little at the order.
He gave Jonathon an apologetic shrug and the other man nodded in understanding and started to say something, but his attention was drawn to the gate and to the silver-haired man that had stepped through last.
“Damn,” Jon murmured and whistled appreciatively, then avoided looking at Tony’s annoyed side glance, before Tony’s attention turned fully to the hot Dom walking straight towards them.
Tensing up, Tony noticed that most of his old team hadn’t seen him yet. They had stopped in front of Elizabeth as she introduced herself. But Tony could see only Gibbs. The man had walked through the gate as if he’d done it a thousand times before and his eyes swept through the room searchingly. When Gibbs’ eyes finally fell on him, Tony blanched and wondered if it was too late to run and hide. Tony held back the whimper that threatened to escape. He was in charge here and not Gibbs. Even if his heart and head were both screaming in defiance over the unnatural order.
Gibbs walked full forced straight towards him, bypassing Dr. Weir’s outstretched hand in greeting. Tony barely registered the arched eyebrow Elizabeth shot Gibbs as he ignored her presence. Tony was already flinching when Gibbs’ hand swept up behind his head and smacked him one good time. He wasn’t aware of Jon’s startled gasp or Dylan stepping forward aggressively as Gibbs opened his mouth to speak.
“What the hell were you thinking?!” Gibbs demanded, his hand smacking Tony’s head good. Then the room dulled around him, and Gibbs felt something shift inside his head and suddenly he was viewing the world around him differently. Everything singled down to Tony, and Gibbs could suddenly see who Tony was and what Tony felt. Gibbs stared at Tony hard and basked in the intense feelings Tony was broadcasting to him: a submissive that was scared and thrilled and relieved to see him.
To Tony’s shock, instead of yelling, Gibbs pulled him forward and devoured his mouth.
“Nnm, mmm, B-boss…” Tony breathed.
“MINE! Don’t ever leave me again, understand?” Gibbs demanded in between hard kisses, wrapping his arms tightly around Tony.
“Yes, promise, god, Boss, missed you…promise,” Tony chattered back at him and when Gibbs pulled back Tony followed, trying to chase the lips that had just been ravishing his mouth.
“Boss? Tony?” McGee’s voice filtered through amidst their impromptu make out session, but the sound of another person seemed to set Gibbs off. He turned and pushed Tony against the wall behind him. He glared at McGee for an instant, then at Dylan and Elizabeth, and finally at John Sheppard.
“Back off, now!” he snarled at the crowd. Tony tried to take a step forward, but was confused when Gibbs’ arm shot out to shove him back. He didn’t understand the warm feeling that was overtaking him or the amplified and nearly overwhelming desire he had to kneel at Gibbs’ feet and do anything the man asked, like he usually felt. It felt like they were connected and Tony could swear that he felt Gibbs’ ire at the other Tops in the room. He instinctively knew to lean towards Jon and not towards Sheppard.
Gibbs on the other hand had no idea why he suddenly felt like half the room was an enemy, instinctively knowing who wasn’t, but Gibbs knew he had to get Tony out of there and somewhere else where he could exert his Dominance over Tony fully…
“Of all the…they’ve bonded,” Colonel Sheppard’s voice seemed halfway amused at the situation and halfway irritated. The Colonel rubbed his temples, while everyone around them stared in astonishment or confusion.
Sheppard stepped towards Gibbs to say something and when the other man growled at him and wrapped a strong grasp around Tony’s wrist. Tony gasped at the bruising force. Suddenly the collar that was tucked underneath his shirt felt constricting and he wanted to wrench it off. It felt like a huge betrayal to the Top in front of him.
“Tony, take him to your quarters and make this as fast as possible,” Sheppard snapped, while never taking his eyes off Gibbs. Sheppard had moved his own Submissive behind him in case the alpha Dom turned his attention to Rodney. Tony stared at Sheppard in shock, as he kept trying to process what was going on around him. Aggravated, Gibbs stepped in between Sheppard and Tony with even more aggressive posturing. Realizing that Gibbs just might attack someone, Tony snapped into motion. He grabbed Gibb’s hand and tugged lightly.
“Come on, Boss, please. Come on. I’ll tell you what happened later, but we need to get back to my quarters now, unless you want the entire room to see us naked,” Tony begged. Gibbs started moving the minute Tony pulled on his hand that was still wrapped tightly around Tony’s wrist and then began practically dragging Tony out of the room.
“Whoa, slow down, boss. I need to show you where we’re going,” Tony tried to project as much soothing energy as he could through the newly formed bond and tried to keep the pit of fear that was nesting in his belly from taking root. He didn’t know how to work the bond and had never even really paid attention into the mandatory lessons on the matter that all Atlantean’s had to take in case they met their mate in the field.
Gibbs was going to kill him once he came down from the adrenaline and testosterone high. His straight boss would be furious when he realized the bond that Tony had unintentionally inflicted on him.
Gibbs stopped abruptly and Tony found himself slammed into the wall, Gibbs hand cradling the back of his head to keep him from cracking it open. Tony stayed completely still and went pliant instinctively.
“I don’t know what’s going the hell on, Tony, but you don’t have to be scared. I’m not going to harm you,” Gibbs whispered before dropping a feather light kiss on his lips that was at odds with the rough way he was pressing Tony against the wall.
Tony flushed as he realized that Gibbs had felt his fear through the link. Then Gibbs started talking again and Tony about came in his pants.
“Well, hurt you plenty, but only in pleasurable increments,” Gibbs grin was fierce and Tony whimpered as he felt need course over his body.
“Please,” Tony whispered.
Gibbs’ grin grew even bigger, “Where’s your room, Tony?”
Tony shook himself out of the stupor as Gibbs backed away a bit before yanking Tony to his body and wrapping an arm around his waist.
“Not much further, down this corridor and through the transporter and second door on the left,” Tony answered promptly.
Gibbs laughed, “Transporter like an elevator?”
Tony smiled at that, “Not exactly boss. Goes more places than up and down and I don’t think you could figure out the emergency off switch unless McGee traded brains with you since I left.”
“Always wanted to fuck you in ours back at NCIS,” Gibbs mused as they reached said transporter. Tony looked over at him in dumb shock. Gibbs had wanted him before Atlantis bonded them?
Gibbs sighed at the look on Tony’s face and twirled him around to be facing him. He ran his hands through Tony’s hair, enjoying the fact that he could now touch, and watched as Tony’s eyes closed slightly and he moaned like a cat purring. Gibbs pulled him in slowly this time and set about exploring his mouth gently, nibbling on his lips and then pressing his tongue in to map out the new territory. They arrived at his rooms. Gibbs raised an eyebrow as the door lit up and swung open with no sound from either of them or any buttons pushed.
“There’s a gene that some people have called the ATA gene. It allows them to connect to Atlantis mentally and I’m a carrier,” Tony explained as he led them in, fingers interlaced and Tony grasping so tight that Gibbs wondered if he was ever going to let go.
Once inside Gibbs pulled his hand loose, eliciting a small sound of reluctance from Tony and started to look around. There was not much in the way of personal décor, in fact it looked barely lived in, but Gibbs recognized one picture of the entire team the night that they had gone out to celebrate Abby’s birthday. Gibbs had only gone because Abby begged and said Tony wouldn’t go unless he did too. There was a single frame with a picture of Kate in the wet t-shirt contest that Tony had sent him years ago. Gibbs chuckled and gave Tony a mock glare. He grinned when Tony began blushing bright red and then shrugged.
“It’s the only picture I really had of Kate on my phone when I left. I wasn’t allowed my phone, even though I doubt I’d have service out here,” Tony gave Gibbs a wry grin, “I was however allowed the memory card out of my phone,” Tony explained and then his face darkened.
“Tim put the pictures from my phone on a memory card the morning before I was transferred out here. Remember, we got the office-wide memo in our NCIS email that there was to be no personal numbers or media on NCIS issued communications devices like our cell phones or issued laptops. Thought it was stupid as people had them on their SIM cards and if you steal the phone then you get the card too. Pointless rule,” Tony shrugged and looked down to Gibbs who looked stunned then chuckle.
“That rule was abolished point five seconds after you were permanently transferred. They did it for you, Tony. The SGC knew that if you wanted something personal to go with you it would be the people you consider family. The pictures and the numbers were to remind you that while this might be your home now, you can always visit,” Tony listened intently at Gibbs’ words.
Tony hoped that Gibbs’ words meant that the man understood how Tony felt about leaving Atlantis. It was something Tony couldn’t even begin to imagine. Gibbs nodded understandingly and moved on to the last picture. It was Tony and four other men he didn’t recognize.
“My team and Alex…he’s, umm…one of the marines missing,” Tony said quietly by way of explanation and then cursed to himself for not admitting who Alex was.
Gibbs’ eyes narrowed at the pause around Alex’s name and he wondered how close that specific marine and Tony were. Tony shivered guiltily. The intense jealousy that seared through Gibbs caused his anger to reappear and Tony watched as Gibbs closed his eyes for a moment.
Finally, Gibbs seemed to get control over his resentment and he turned his eyes to Tony.
“Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?” Gibbs growled.
Tony protested, “It was orders, Boss, and I wasn’t really given a choice.”
Gibbs snarled, “Oh, I’m damn well aware of that. I watched the bullpen tapes. O’Neill swept into the bullpen and you panted after him like a bitch in heat.”
Tony froze completely and stared wide eyed at Gibbs, “Boss…” he began weakly.
Gibbs stopped him with a stone cold look, “I didn’t say it was your fault, Tony. You responded the way he planned for you to respond, like a Sub that hadn’t been taken down in far too long.”
Tony’s head snapped up as the word Sub passed through Gibbs lips and the knowledge that Gibbs knew something about the lifestyle thrilled him. Gibbs looked at him wryly.
“What Tony? Did you really think I didn’t know why you got a hard on every time I head slapped you? Tim, Ziva, hell even Kate tried to hide their indignation if I ever head slapped them. But you, you would act out just to get one.” Gibbs barked out.
“Why didn’t you do anything about it if you knew?” Tony accused as a bit of anger washed over him.
Gibbs looked sad for a moment, but then he seemed to get angry as well, “You came in every day talking about some floozy you’d banged. I didn’t know till you left that the occasional Michelle was actually Mike or that Christina was Christopher! Why the hell would I take you when you obviously were just looking to add another notch to your bedpost?”
Tony grew angrier by the word and when Gibbs finished he lost complete control, “Because I was in love with you, you jarhead!” Tony watched as Gibbs’ face grew redder by the second as he spouted verbal diarrhea, but he couldn’t stop once he started. “All I wanted was some sort of sign that you wanted me or even that you valued me and you played me the entire time I was working for you! Well, screw the bond, I’d rather have somebody that doesn’t think I’m a whore! I’ll take someone who isn’t my soulmate, as long as he isn’t an asshole who thinks I’m just a hole to fuck!” So hurt he couldn't stand it, Tony sagged in exhaustion. “I’ve been in love with you since I met you, Gibbs, and I just tried to be the agent you needed. I hid so you wouldn’t leave me,” Tony whispered and slid down the side of the wall until he was huddled against it in a protective ball.
Gibbs snarled at himself and kneeled down beside Tony, balancing his weight on his heels.
“I’m sorry, Tony, that was out of line. I know you’re not a whore and I certainly don’t want you as just a hole to fuck…at least not only,” Gibbs clarified considering that he very much wanted to fuck Tony, but not on a one time basis.
Tony peeked up from where he’d rested his head on his folded arms and sighed at the pained look that Gibbs was wearing. He uncurled himself and scooted forward hesitantly. He wanted to just throw himself at Gibbs, but was scared at the amount of emotion that would show. Gibbs somehow understood his desire and the next thing Tony knew he was pulled into the other’s man embrace and held.
“Not letting you go, Tony, never letting you go,” the older man stated bluntly and ran his hands all over Tony’s body. Tony keened happily as Gibbs wrapped his fingers in Tony’s hair and pulled his head back to bare his neck. Gibb’s mouth attached itself to the smooth skin and sucked down hard for a few minutes before sinking his teeth into the same spot. Tony jerked uncontrollably as Gibbs marked him for the first time.
He was shivering with need when Gibbs let him go and he slid back to the floor while Gibbs stood up. He stared up as Gibbs stripped him methodically of his jacket and his shirt and then unbuttoned his pants. Tony snapped into action and was back on his knees with his own hands wrapped around Gibbs.
“Please, let me,” he begged looking up, feeling only a fleeting déjà vu at being in a similar position many months earlier with Alex. Gibbs swallowed hard and nodded. Tony grinned and was pleasantly surprised when Gibbs grinned back at him.
Tony brought his hands up to the belt and unfastened it slowly, brushing his fingers over the worn leather in anticipation, and then he unbuttoned and unzipped Gibbs’ pants with equal enthusiasm. Wanting to savor the moment Tony didn’t rush, but simply pulled Gibbs’ pants and briefs over his ass and to the floor slowly. When Gibbs’ manhood became revealed he licked his lips in anticipation.
Gibbs’ cock was beautiful, at least eight inches, thick, and cut. It jutted out like a proud soldier standing at attention and Tony couldn’t help but lean in to lap at the head and taste the bit of pre-cum that was leaking.
“Like what you see?” Gibbs asked in amusement.
Tony looked up grinning, “Honestly it wouldn’t matter if you were tiny and crooked. The fact that it’s your cock makes all the difference in the world, but yeah, I love what I see.”
Gibbs barked out a laugh at Tony’s honesty.
“I hope you plan to do more than look at it, boy, or you’re going to find yourself over my lap for not following through,” Gibbs remarked as Tony kissed the underside of his new favorite toy.
Tony looked up and raised an eyebrow, “You say that like it would be a punishment.”
Then he leaned over and pulled Gibbs’ cock in his mouth and swallowed it down smoothly and quickly. He continued swallowing till he’d deep throated the length and his lips were touching the base with the coarse hair brushing his upper lip. He inhaled after he swallowed and reveled in the smell that was pure Gibbs.
Gibbs moaned as Tony engulfed him. When Tony looked up at him with his cock completely surrounded by Tony’s mouth and throat, Gibbs reached down and wrapped his fingers in Tony’s hair. He physically had to keep himself from thrusting as he wanted to enjoy this moment of finally having a part of Tony wrapped around his dick. Tony moved up and down, just a bit, sucking gently.
“You know, Tony, that you’re not going to only be over my lap for fun and games,” Gibbs couldn’t help but add gravely, wanting to make sure Tony knew what he was asking for. Tony nodded, to the best of his limited ability with his mouth wrapped around the member. Tony slipped away slightly and Gibbs gave in with a slight swerve of his hips driving his cock back in.
Tony inhaled deeply with his nose and finally started to move his mouth up and down. He looked up at Gibbs, and the man reveled in the image: Tony’s mouth stretched wide, his eyes looking up adoringly at his Dom as he swallowed around the member in his throat. Gibbs groaned and tightened his grasp in Tony’s hair. He tried to stay as still as he could and let Tony move, but when he felt his balls draw up Gibbs quickly released Tony’s hair to wraps his fingers at the base of his cock and squeeze to stop from coming.
“I want to taste you,” Tony couldn’t help but whine when Gibb’s pulled out. Then Tony flushed when Gibbs looked down at him with an eyebrow raised.
“I want to come deep inside your ass our first time. They’ll be plenty of blowjobs in the future, boy. In fact, your first rule is when you wake up before me, you’re going to shimmy down the bed and put your mouth on my cock for a wake-up call,” Gibbs remarked as he pulled Tony up.
“God, boss, that’s fucking hot,” Tony whispered through clenched teeth as Gibbs reached down and palmed his cock tightly.
CONTINUE
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.
Part Three
Tony rolled over restlessly to look at Alex’s sleeping form again. When they first had begun their relationship, Alex would wake whenever Tony stirred and watched the soldier. Now, almost a year later, Alex was used to Tony’s sleeping habits and usually slept through his midnight viewings. He told Tony that it meant he trusted Tony completely and his body no longer instinctually woke him up screaming danger. Tony hadn’t been able to help the smile that those words had brought nor the warm feeling that had spread through him.
Usually Tony didn’t know the reasons behind his insomnia, but tonight he knew it was because of the argument and sequential spanking he’d gotten for disrespect. There had been more attacks on Atlantis teams and the circumstances were becoming more suspicious. The alien race attacking them knew where the teams were heading and were prepared to ambush the Atlantian soldiers. Mission Intel had been locked down, so that only Atlantis’s top brass and the team going on a mission would know when and where a mission would be. But this hadn’t stopped the unknown enemy’s uncanny ability to be there in waiting before the Atlantis soldiers even knew where they would be going. Dr. Weir and Colonel Sheppard suspected that there must be a traitor and spy on Atlantis and the spy had to be someone able to access all their mission plans and then erase their tracks.
The last team to be ambushed had lost everyone but one single scientist. He had barely made it back through the gate. The rest of his team were either murdered or captured. The scientist managed to I.D. one of the barbarians as a well known slave trader. And even in his grief, he had been able to tell that the slave trader was just along for the ride, as if he was there to purchase new merchandise. The identity of the race attacking them was completely unknown. They were covered in heavy arm, with not even a glimpse or skin or scales shown.
The realization that there was a traitor gave Tony jurisdiction over the case and Tony threw himself into work. He tried everything he could think of to draw the traitor out. And he was getting nowhere.
“God, Gibbs would know what to do,” Tony had said in hopeless frustration.
“Can you pull him into the investigation?” Alex had asked thoughtlessly, frustrated from his own useless efforts in stopping the attacks. He had seen men and women who worked under him disappear, either dead or sold somewhere in the galaxy to toil and slowly die in captivity.
Tony had bristled and that started an argument that led to a bit of punishment. Honestly, the spanking had helped them both, and the fear and anxiety from the day had seeped out of their shoulders.
In his head, he knew that Alex was right and that he was going to need help in tracking down the traitor and the benefactor behind the attacks, but Tony’s heart couldn’t give in to allowing his old team to come to Atlantis. Atlantis was his. And he couldn’t face Gibbs or McGee or Ziva or Abby. Not after he left without even saying goodbye, not now that his Sub side had become public, and not now when he was failing horribly at solving such an important case. If he ever faced them again, he wanted it to be when he was brilliantly solving the biggest case of his career.
He’d told Alex that it was because he didn’t need their help, but now he recognized the real reason. He must have been staring hard because Alex’s eyes blinked open seconds after his thinking came to its conclusion.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” As usual Alex’s voice was reassuring and sexy, especially with the sleep laden huskiness.
“I’m afraid that Elizabeth and John and even General O’Neill will decide to keep Gibbs or even McGee here and send me home.” Tony admitted. “I just have cop qualifications, but Gibbs is like all knowing and Tim is a wiz with technology. Someone made a mistake by choosing me. They’ll realize how lousy I am and send me home,” Tony blabbered.
Alex’s eyes darkened considerably and Tony flinched. Alex rolled on top of him and trapped Tony’s wrists over his head.
“That’s the most idiotic thing you’ve ever said,” Alex murmured and leaned down to smash their lips together in a bruising kiss. Alex continued after pulling back. “Just because you think that we’re going to abandon you doesn’t mean its true and you should know better. You belong here, Tony, this is your home now and I would think after a year of being in my bed you would know that I am not letting you go.”
“Unless one of us bonds,” Tony answered despondently.
“Stop,” Alex ordered, “That’s my collar you’re wearing and even if the big guys sent you back to Earth, they’d have to take me too and that is certainly not happening.”
Tony sighed underneath him. It was impossible to stay upset when his Dom was above him and making him stay still with just the force of his will and a little pressure.
Alex was a natural Dom and almost held as much toppy attitude as Gibbs had. Thinking Gibbs’ name brought Tony back to reality though.
He sighed, “I’m in love with my ex-boss,” he blurted out before his brain could stop his mouth. He looked up expectantly and waited for Alex to blow up. Alex could be very laid back, but he had a possessive streak a mile wide.
However, Alex just smiled and chuckled.
“I know, Tony. Did you think that I didn’t ask around and find out as much about you as I could when we started sleeping together? You thought I’d just leave you hanging when I found out about your boss didn’t you?” Alex told him quietly.
Tony flushed in embarrassment.
“But you’re here with me now, and that’s what matters to me. He never got to see you the ways I’ve seen you.” Tenderly, Alex leaned down and kissed Tony on the forehead. Tony closed his eyes as Alex kissed his cheek, his jaw, down his neck, and then lower.
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Tony felt the need to go to the gate room even before Dr. Weir called him. He didn’t know if it was Atlantis talking to him or what, but he felt himself practically running and when his comm-link beeped and Dr. Weir’s voice came on he was already barreling into the room. There was a team of medics and what looked to be about half of Alex’s team. He looked desperately for Alex, but the soldier wasn’t anywhere that Tony could see. The ball of frustration that had made home in his stomach ever since the attacks on their people had begun to disappear grew into sheer panic.
“Tony,” John was suddenly right there and wrapping an arm around him to keep him from slipping to the floor.
“Where’s Alex? Is he…did…” he choked up and couldn’t finish.
John sighed and Tony felt Elizabeth come up and then her fingers wrapped around his face and made him look at her.
“Slow down Tony, steady. The last anyone saw he was alive and chained. Probably to be taken to the slave traders. Our people are getting the word out now that he is among the missing and presumed alive. We’ll find him Tony, but to do that we have to find the traitor. I know it hurts, but I need you to focus,” her words were soft and Tony heard the compassion in her voice.
He nodded slowly and tried to steady his breathing. He was faced with the choice that had been plaguing him ever since the entire situation had gotten out of control. Alex had tried to talk to him about it, but Tony hadn’t wanted to listen. If Tony had taken care of this before, Alex might still be here and safe. Now he felt about two inches small and suddenly wanted to beg Elizabeth to punish him.
“We need my team from Earth. I need the help,” he said firmly, even as his voice hitched at the very end.
“Alright, Tony, I’ll contact the SGC and get them here,” Elizabeth answered and then turned her head to John and indicated for him to take care of Tony, but all three members of Tony’s team stepped in. Martinez took Tony from Sheppard, and Sharpe turned to her.
“We’ve got the boss, ma’am. We’ll make sure he gets some rest and then we’ll be back and ready in eight hours.”
Elizabeth nodded thankfully. She was just grateful that someone would make sure the Sub rested and was in as good a frame of mind as possible for when his old team arrived. She watched as they led the exhausted man from the gate room and then she headed up to send the orders. With any luck the NCIS group would be cleared and in Atlantis by morning.
She just prayed that when they did arrive that they could help and that when they left they didn’t take Tony with them. She gritted her teeth and promised herself that Atlantis would lose Tony over her dead body. She didn’t care about the threats that had been passed on to her for the past year by General O’Neill from Tony’s ex boss. She didn’t really care if this Gibbs was as scary as all of her own private sources had passed down either. Tony belonged on Atlantis. It was his home.
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Tony’s team took him to his quarters.
“How is he?” Conner Jacobs asked as his Dom, Dylan Martinez slipped from the bedroom and into the main sitting area. Martinez came up behind his Sub and pulled him close.
“Practically comatose from exhaustion. Wouldn’t go to sleep at first, but Jon laid down with him and now they’re curled up like a couple of puppies fast asleep,” Dylan murmured as he nuzzled one of his Sub’s ear.
Conner chuckled and then yawned.
Dylan smiled at him affectionately and turned him around for a tender kiss.
“Go on and get some sleep yourself. I’ll take the couch. Just keep Tony feeling secure for awhile,” Dylan replied and then twirled Conner and smacked him on the ass as Conner walked into Tony’s room. The Sub turned back and gave Dylan one of his blinding smiles in answer and Dylan smiled back before collapsing on the couch and placing his sidearm within easy reach. He was finding it hard to trust anyone at the moment and now Tony’s old team was coming. He’d be damned if they were going to swoop in and take Tony back.
He’d been part of Tony’s team since the third time Tony and Jon had gone off-world and almost gotten themselves barbequed by the locals. This team had become close and nobody was going to take away another family from him.
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Gibbs glared at the woman who’d walked into NCIS like she owned it. She was Air Force, he could tell by her uniform, and fairly high ranked from the glance he had taken. She’d looked directly at him and narrowed her eyes as if deciding whether he was the person she was looking for. Then she’d walked passed him and up the stairs and had been waved into Vance’s office immediately.
His phone rang and he reached over and answered it with a terse, “Gibbs.”
“My office, now,” Vance’s voice was short and to the point.
Gibbs didn’t bother with a reply, just hung up and headed up the stairs.
For once Cynthia didn’t say anything as he opened the door and then slammed it shut. He wanted Vance to know how pissed he still was over Tony. The petite blonde turned and smiled, albeit briefly, at his abrupt entrance.
“You are Tony DiNozzo’s former boss?” she asked immediately.
Gibbs turned his attention to her fully.
“Yes, I am his boss,” he replied stiffly. Vance and the intruding woman shared a look at Gibb’s possessive tone.
The woman continued, “I am Colonel Samantha Carter and I’m afraid I’m going to need your team and yourself to come with me immediately after debriefing.”
“The rest of your team has already been contacted and your active case is being passed on.” Vance explained.
Samantha Carter explained. “When we are done here you are to immediately go to your house with the officer I have assigned you and pack only essentials, enough for a few days. No information is not to be discussed until you are all in my presence again. I need you to make sure your team understands this and obeys it to the letter. We are still not comfortable telling Ziva David classified information, but Tony assured us of her trustworthiness and our need to have her there as well. Is this understood?”
Gibbs stared hard at the woman before nodding sharply, wanting to question her about Tony. He heard Tim and Ziva before they entered, but was surprised when Abby and Ducky also followed. His surprise must have shown in some way or another because the Director was explaining before Gibbs had a chance to say anything.
“Special Agent DiNozzo explicitly stated that all of you were needed, not just the active field agents. You should be proud of your boy, Gibbs, he must be well respected to have that kind of influence,” Vance said around his toothpick. Gibbs leveled a glare at the man to make sure Vance realized that he was still pissed.
“Bossman, what’s going on? What happened to Tony? Have we found him?” Abby’s voice had an edge of frantic to it and Gibbs signed to her briefly.
Calm down, Abby. I don’t know yet.
The Goth nodded and he could see her taking deep breaths. Everyone else was quiet and waiting. Ducky rocked on his heels, and Ziva watched the colonel suspiciously. Tim was silent, but his gaze met Gibb’s poker face for a moment.
Gibbs said nothing and turned to meet Vance’s eyes smoothly and didn’t give anything away when the Director raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘How could you find DiNozzo if you were ordered not to look for him?’ In Gibbs mind, Vance knew damn well that he wasn’t going to follow that goddamn order.
Gibbs just hoped the Director was ready to have Tony back at NCIS headquarters, because he’d be damned if his boy was going to stay anywhere else on Earth besides with him. Gibbs didn’t care if he had to tie Tony to the bed and walk him around with a leash. Tony was his agent and he was going to be a hell of a lot more when Gibbs got his hands on him again.
“Before we do anything else, I need these signed,” Colonel Carter pulled papers out of a manila folder and sat them on the table.
Gibbs tilted his head to indicate everyone should sit. It took awhile to read them over, Tim being the most thorough, but as soon as Gibbs signed his papers everyone else flipped to the end and signed theirs. Colonel Carter looked on in a bemused manner.
“What I tell you is said in the strictest confidentiality and if ever spoken of, outside those already in the know, measures of the highest extreme will be taken. So, I’m going to tell you right now to listen and hear exactly what I am saying. The bare minimum will be given here and if you agree to this assignment then you will be escorted to your homes to pack only necessities, then you will be driven to another secure location to await transport. Am I understood?” Colonel Carter’s voice was loud and blunt and Gibbs immediately saw the commanding officer she was underneath her uniform. This was a woman that was used to being obeyed.
She told them about another galaxy. Abby and Tim’s jaws dropped, Ducky was astounded, and Gibb’s own version of confusion looked like he was blinking awake from a nap. Ziva especially was bewildered. “Are you really telling a former Mossad agent about this?” Was her second question, after initial declarations of impossibility.
“Yes, we are telling a former Mossad agent about this,” Carter parroted. “Take it as a compliment.”
“But it’s not possible for humans to travel to another galaxy,” Tim argued, fully understanding the scientific impossibility of it.
Abby jumped up, “It’s not feasible! It would take us almost 20,000 years just to get to the nearest star! And that’s at, like, 150,000 miles/hr, which I’m pretty sure might hurt a person, thoughwearerotatingaroundtheEarthat1042MPH…unless we had, like a little mini-Earth to hold on to…”
“What?” Ziva blinked in confusion.
“Abby,” Gibbs ordered. She snapped out of the factual spiral.
“But! There is no way we could possibly travel to another galaxy! Those things are shooting away from us, as we speak, like galactic sling shots!”
Colonel Carter smiled, obviously impressed. “You’re right. With any contemporary technology, we wouldn’t be able to reach the edge of our own galaxy in a million years. Even if we could go light speed, it’d take 75,000 years to cross the Milky Way. So you understand why we are asking for the utmost confidentiality when we talk about the Pegasus Galaxy?”
Abby nodded enthusiastically. The others were less thrilled.
“But how?” Tim insisted.
“You’ll see.”
They were all hustled out and into cars that screamed government. Gibbs grabbed his pre-packed emergency bag, handled the business of closing down his house, locked the front door for the first time in years, and was back in the car in a second.
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Abigail Sciuto considered herself a very open minded girl. She had no problem believing in the supernatural, nor did she have any issue thinking of life out among the stars; however, finding out that her best friend had been out there for the last year was mind boggling.
She wished she could settle on one emotion about the entire ordeal. Part of her was excited and couldn’t wait to find out what Tony had been up to. The other part of her was furious at him for leaving her behind when he’d been out exploring another galaxy while they, his family, had been home worrying.
The worst of all the emotions was the immense guilt that had been eating her up inside and the fear that maybe Tony hadn’t fought the order to leave because his family had taken him for granted.
With one last sigh she zipped her suitcase shut. They at least had been given armed escorts to each of their homes to pack a bag and take care of any other issues that came with being on a long term assignment. From what she’d seen at Tony’s desk and apartment, Tony had simply been whisked away out his life. She cast a glance at the locked box she had retrieved from Tony’s apartment right after he left. Right before everything there had mysteriously vanished in twenty four hours.
Gathering her bag and the box she said one last goodbye to her apartment and closed the door behind her. The air force man waiting for her took her bag and led her silently to the awaiting car.
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Timothy McGee gritted his teeth in frustration as the young idiot who had been ordered to escort him home to pack touched practically everything in his small living room. He bitterly wondered when the military had added snooping for no good reason in their training regimen.
“Do you mind not touching everything?” he finally snapped as he reached under his desk to retrieve his extra sidearm. A gun that Tony had bought him when he’d lost the probationary part of his agent status.
The man just raised an eyebrow, “Are you done yet, Mr. McGee?”
Tim bristled even more, “That is Special Agent McGee, Airman, and yes I’m ready now.”
The man simply nodded and turned to head outside. Tim followed and gave one last lingering look at the place he’d called home since working under Gibbs. It didn’t particularly hold a lot of special memories, besides his writing, but it had been a safe haven and it had been his own. It didn’t matter anymore, though, and it hadn’t in awhile.
The entire family had been torn in two when Tony had vanished out of their lives and now it would be complete. Tim still wasn’t sure if he was going to punch Tony or hug him when he finally saw him again, but Tim couldn’t help but be happy that the team was finally going to be how it should be once again.
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Ziva already had a bag packed and there was no reason to do anything about her apartment as she didn’t have a lot there to begin with, preferring to keep only the bare minimal of what was needed in a dwelling. She went home though and sat on her bed while the airman discarded the contents of her refrigerator for her.
She stared off into space for a bit and thought about everything she had learned.
Tony and she had clashed in many ways ever since she came to NCIS. She was the interloper and she was taking Kate’s place. Ziva understood on a basic level how her presence had been a shock and a slap in the face to the team. Jenny had been kind enough to spell out the situation she was walking into. Still, even in his grief and anger, Tony had made her feel as if it would be alright eventually and she would be part of the team.
Then Rifkin and Africa and her rescue had rolled around. That entire diabolical had happened before she could find the words to apologize or to say thank you. After that Tony had vanished.. Ziva had been angry with him at first for abandoning them. Didn’t he understand that Gibbs needed him to make sure the older man didn’t fall headfirst in a fury at every bad case they had? Or that McGee, while being a very good agent, still had so much to learn from Tony, even though they bickered as brothers. Didn’t he know that Ziva needed him to remind her that she was more than a former assassin? Even Ducky and Abby needed him to be there for company and comfort. The entire team needed his out of the box thinking for many cases. Their solve rate had gone down since he left. Though she and Tim worked well together, extraordinarily well, it was not the same. Not at all.
It hit Ziva just as she wrote out a check for two month’s rent that her thoughts were exactly the problem. Tony didn’t know, because nobody ever bothered to let him know how valued he was.
The realization made Ziva want to hit something in frustration, at her and the rest of the team. Instead she just grabbed her bag, stuck the check under a cup on her table, and snapped at the airman to move it. When she saw Tony again she would make sure he understood everything and then she’d find a way to make things right.
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In one’s old age, a person began to believe they knew and understood all there was to discover in the world. But it was arrogance, a silly hubris very similar to the presumption of youth.
Ducky smiled at himself, even as he marveled at the idea of entire civilizations living hundreds of thousands of light years away. Lives that were lived whether he, or anyone on Earth was aware of them or not.
Strange, that they would be travelling to a place further away then the stars the twinkled above in the sky.
“Yes, it’s a very interesting place Dr. Mallard.” The Airman acknowledged politely. “But I have to ask you to stop talking about it while we’re off base. Are you ready?” The Airman looked frantically hopeful that Ducky was ready to leave.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, you’re very right, my boy. Let’s see, I’m packed now, aren’t I? I believe so. And just allow me another moment, I must call in and make sure that Mother’s neighbors will be able to look after her and the dogs.” The corgis were currently pawing at the Airman, who looked a bit helpless and overwhelmed amongst the hoard. He nodded enthusiastically, hoping Ducky would hurry.
He reminded Ducky of Tony, the way the man had taken on the stampede of dogs. He had put forth a valiant effort in the face of an overwhelming herd of licks and barks and wiggling tails. Defeat was of course imminent. The dogs would always have their way in the end.
He called the nurse to take care of Mother, and the neighborhood dog sitter to watch over the dogs, then checked his bags and pockets one last time, hoping he wasn’t missing anything.
He wondered if Tony would be changed when they saw him again. Or would he be the same man he had always been?
“Dr. Mallard, you have everything, right? Let’s get you going,” the Airman encouraged, detangling himself from two dogs that had made their home in the young man’s lap. Ducky acquiesced, and the two of them hurried out, pushing dogs through the door as they tried to escape.
“Back, back you beasts!” Ducky pushed a whimpering wet nose back behind the door, and then gently closed it.
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Gibbs arrived at the secure location only minutes before the rest of his team. They were all hustled into what looked like an abandoned warehouse where there were guards at every corner. Then Colonel Carter activated some sort of calling device and ordered them to transport everyone. Gibbs blinked when he felt a pulling sensation and when his eyes opened he found himself standing in front of an open window that looked out into what he assumed was space.
“Welcome back, Colonel Carter,” a man sitting at a control booth said. Several of the other people in the room saluted and were ordered to get back to work briskly.
“Welcome to the George Hammond,” Colonel Carter said with a small smile as she watched his team, “We will be within the Stargate way station within the hour so please come and sit so I may fill you in on what is going on.”
Like at NCIS, her words washed over the group in frenzy, minds whirling at the blunt explanations of dynamics and lifestyles that they would be encountering, and left them all in a sudden whirlwind of culture shock. Luckily, no one seemed disturbed by the things revealed. In fact, Gibbs was beginning to suspect that his co-workers all identified with the lifestyle because of the easy way they took what was being told to them. Finally, Colonel Carter came to a halt and she asked if there were any questions.
Gibbs chuckled at the array of questions that were suddenly being flung all over the place, especially by Abby and Tim, but he couldn’t pay any attention. His mindset was focused on Tony and getting to him. The situation had to be dire if Tony was asking for help. Gibbs had no illusions that Tony had asked for them just because he missed them. Something bad must have happened that Tony felt he couldn’t handle on his own, or that a fresh set of eyes were needed.
“Alright, we’re out of time. Dr. Weir and Tony DiNozzo should be able to answer any other questions you have. I have been told to tell you, on behalf of the United States, that we are grateful for your help. Time to go,” Colonel Carter said after a while of answering questions. Gibbs gave a sharp nod to his team indicating for them to get up. They were deposited on a dusty, rocky planet in front of a large metal structure that had to be the Stargate. Colonel Carter walked over to another, smaller device and started to input something.
“When you step through the gate and come out on the other side Tony will be there to greet you along with Dr. Weir, the head of our expedition, and Colonel Sheppard who is head of military in the galaxy. Please give them all my best and we will see you on your return trip,” Colonel Carter said promptly as the gate swirled into action and suddenly a whirlpool leaped out of the center before settling back into the circular form of the gate.
Gibbs started for the gate, but Abby, Ducky, and Tim all jumped before him in their excitement. He couldn’t help but chuckle. He waved a hand in front of him for Ziva. She snapped out of her thoughts, and she bowed her head gracefully before heading into the gate directly before him.
“Special Agent Gibbs,” Carter’s replied before he stepped through.
He turned and raised an eyebrow at her.
“Tony is very special to the Atlantis crew and many of the inhabitants in Pegasus, so please be careful in how you treat him. He is having a very hard time right now and if you are harsh on him…well I’m not sure how close he is to his breaking point. He’s a beautiful Sub and if I didn’t have my hands full with my own Sub then I’d have tried to collar him myself,” Carter replied and Gibbs frowned, pushing back the jealousy that immediately flared up.
Carter chuckled though and gave him a knowing grin before she disappeared back to her ship. Gibbs sighed and turned around to view the Stargate and with one last breath he stepped up into it and vanished.
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Tony received the call that the gate had activated and the IDC of the Earth NCIS team had come through. He ran to the gate room, his team close behind, and tried to keep himself from pacing. The chevrons were slowly encoding and with each one locking in place he felt more anxious.
“Chevron five encoded,” Jackie’s voice rang out.
Tony closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he felt like he was flying apart at the seams. Things had escalated so fast after the death of Dr. Holloway and then Davis’s sequential suicide. Now Alex was gone, taken during a supposedly peaceful trade deal, and Tony was waiting for his old team to arrive on what had become his home.
The fact that there was a traitor on Atlantis had shocked everyone to the core and had everyone extremely upset. Ever since the defeat of the wraith, Atlantis and Pegasus had been a fairly peaceful place and the ensuing violence that had been wrought on them was putting undue pressure on everyone. It seemed that not one day had gone by since the first attack that someone was not murdered off world. The people and delegations that Atlantis had been meeting were all left alone and unhurt, making Tony know that the attacks were against the Earth people specifically.
The Genei were the first group that had been suspected, even though they had long since made peace with one another, but they had come up clean and were affronted by the idea of slavery, further showing innocence. There had been no leads after that and Tony was still going through psych profiles from Dr. Heightmeyer to try and find someone who had been in a situation to cause animosity towards his own people. It had to be someone that had met another group of people and had been among those people long enough to become swayed to a radical cause.
There just wasn’t enough evidence to point a finger back at any person Tony had come across so far.
Tony hoped that his former team could help and that he would be able to keep himself together around Gibbs. The situation was forcing him to out himself as bisexual and into the lifestyle. If Alex was here to support him, he might feel better. But it was ten times worse now that Alex was gone and he faced this alone. He should have just listened to Alex and called for their help before. If Alex died, he’d never be able to forgive himself…
The final chevron locked, Jackie’s monotone voice naming it, and the gate swirled into action. Tony made one of his old masks fall into place, one of the many masks he’d long quit using since coming to Atlantis, but he made himself stand at a fairly relaxed pose and watched the gate for their arrival.
“You doing okay there, Tony?” The quiet voice that had snuck up beside him caught him off guard and drug his attention away from the whirlpool of blue.
“Yeah, Jonathon, I’m just fucking fine,” he snapped uncontrollably and blanched at the look that crossed the Corporal’s face.
“Tony, stop,” Colonel Sheppard’s tired voice sounded next and Tony felt himself calm a little at the order.
He gave Jonathon an apologetic shrug and the other man nodded in understanding and started to say something, but his attention was drawn to the gate and to the silver-haired man that had stepped through last.
“Damn,” Jon murmured and whistled appreciatively, then avoided looking at Tony’s annoyed side glance, before Tony’s attention turned fully to the hot Dom walking straight towards them.
Tensing up, Tony noticed that most of his old team hadn’t seen him yet. They had stopped in front of Elizabeth as she introduced herself. But Tony could see only Gibbs. The man had walked through the gate as if he’d done it a thousand times before and his eyes swept through the room searchingly. When Gibbs’ eyes finally fell on him, Tony blanched and wondered if it was too late to run and hide. Tony held back the whimper that threatened to escape. He was in charge here and not Gibbs. Even if his heart and head were both screaming in defiance over the unnatural order.
Gibbs walked full forced straight towards him, bypassing Dr. Weir’s outstretched hand in greeting. Tony barely registered the arched eyebrow Elizabeth shot Gibbs as he ignored her presence. Tony was already flinching when Gibbs’ hand swept up behind his head and smacked him one good time. He wasn’t aware of Jon’s startled gasp or Dylan stepping forward aggressively as Gibbs opened his mouth to speak.
“What the hell were you thinking?!” Gibbs demanded, his hand smacking Tony’s head good. Then the room dulled around him, and Gibbs felt something shift inside his head and suddenly he was viewing the world around him differently. Everything singled down to Tony, and Gibbs could suddenly see who Tony was and what Tony felt. Gibbs stared at Tony hard and basked in the intense feelings Tony was broadcasting to him: a submissive that was scared and thrilled and relieved to see him.
To Tony’s shock, instead of yelling, Gibbs pulled him forward and devoured his mouth.
“Nnm, mmm, B-boss…” Tony breathed.
“MINE! Don’t ever leave me again, understand?” Gibbs demanded in between hard kisses, wrapping his arms tightly around Tony.
“Yes, promise, god, Boss, missed you…promise,” Tony chattered back at him and when Gibbs pulled back Tony followed, trying to chase the lips that had just been ravishing his mouth.
“Boss? Tony?” McGee’s voice filtered through amidst their impromptu make out session, but the sound of another person seemed to set Gibbs off. He turned and pushed Tony against the wall behind him. He glared at McGee for an instant, then at Dylan and Elizabeth, and finally at John Sheppard.
“Back off, now!” he snarled at the crowd. Tony tried to take a step forward, but was confused when Gibbs’ arm shot out to shove him back. He didn’t understand the warm feeling that was overtaking him or the amplified and nearly overwhelming desire he had to kneel at Gibbs’ feet and do anything the man asked, like he usually felt. It felt like they were connected and Tony could swear that he felt Gibbs’ ire at the other Tops in the room. He instinctively knew to lean towards Jon and not towards Sheppard.
Gibbs on the other hand had no idea why he suddenly felt like half the room was an enemy, instinctively knowing who wasn’t, but Gibbs knew he had to get Tony out of there and somewhere else where he could exert his Dominance over Tony fully…
“Of all the…they’ve bonded,” Colonel Sheppard’s voice seemed halfway amused at the situation and halfway irritated. The Colonel rubbed his temples, while everyone around them stared in astonishment or confusion.
Sheppard stepped towards Gibbs to say something and when the other man growled at him and wrapped a strong grasp around Tony’s wrist. Tony gasped at the bruising force. Suddenly the collar that was tucked underneath his shirt felt constricting and he wanted to wrench it off. It felt like a huge betrayal to the Top in front of him.
“Tony, take him to your quarters and make this as fast as possible,” Sheppard snapped, while never taking his eyes off Gibbs. Sheppard had moved his own Submissive behind him in case the alpha Dom turned his attention to Rodney. Tony stared at Sheppard in shock, as he kept trying to process what was going on around him. Aggravated, Gibbs stepped in between Sheppard and Tony with even more aggressive posturing. Realizing that Gibbs just might attack someone, Tony snapped into motion. He grabbed Gibb’s hand and tugged lightly.
“Come on, Boss, please. Come on. I’ll tell you what happened later, but we need to get back to my quarters now, unless you want the entire room to see us naked,” Tony begged. Gibbs started moving the minute Tony pulled on his hand that was still wrapped tightly around Tony’s wrist and then began practically dragging Tony out of the room.
“Whoa, slow down, boss. I need to show you where we’re going,” Tony tried to project as much soothing energy as he could through the newly formed bond and tried to keep the pit of fear that was nesting in his belly from taking root. He didn’t know how to work the bond and had never even really paid attention into the mandatory lessons on the matter that all Atlantean’s had to take in case they met their mate in the field.
Gibbs was going to kill him once he came down from the adrenaline and testosterone high. His straight boss would be furious when he realized the bond that Tony had unintentionally inflicted on him.
Gibbs stopped abruptly and Tony found himself slammed into the wall, Gibbs hand cradling the back of his head to keep him from cracking it open. Tony stayed completely still and went pliant instinctively.
“I don’t know what’s going the hell on, Tony, but you don’t have to be scared. I’m not going to harm you,” Gibbs whispered before dropping a feather light kiss on his lips that was at odds with the rough way he was pressing Tony against the wall.
Tony flushed as he realized that Gibbs had felt his fear through the link. Then Gibbs started talking again and Tony about came in his pants.
“Well, hurt you plenty, but only in pleasurable increments,” Gibbs grin was fierce and Tony whimpered as he felt need course over his body.
“Please,” Tony whispered.
Gibbs’ grin grew even bigger, “Where’s your room, Tony?”
Tony shook himself out of the stupor as Gibbs backed away a bit before yanking Tony to his body and wrapping an arm around his waist.
“Not much further, down this corridor and through the transporter and second door on the left,” Tony answered promptly.
Gibbs laughed, “Transporter like an elevator?”
Tony smiled at that, “Not exactly boss. Goes more places than up and down and I don’t think you could figure out the emergency off switch unless McGee traded brains with you since I left.”
“Always wanted to fuck you in ours back at NCIS,” Gibbs mused as they reached said transporter. Tony looked over at him in dumb shock. Gibbs had wanted him before Atlantis bonded them?
Gibbs sighed at the look on Tony’s face and twirled him around to be facing him. He ran his hands through Tony’s hair, enjoying the fact that he could now touch, and watched as Tony’s eyes closed slightly and he moaned like a cat purring. Gibbs pulled him in slowly this time and set about exploring his mouth gently, nibbling on his lips and then pressing his tongue in to map out the new territory. They arrived at his rooms. Gibbs raised an eyebrow as the door lit up and swung open with no sound from either of them or any buttons pushed.
“There’s a gene that some people have called the ATA gene. It allows them to connect to Atlantis mentally and I’m a carrier,” Tony explained as he led them in, fingers interlaced and Tony grasping so tight that Gibbs wondered if he was ever going to let go.
Once inside Gibbs pulled his hand loose, eliciting a small sound of reluctance from Tony and started to look around. There was not much in the way of personal décor, in fact it looked barely lived in, but Gibbs recognized one picture of the entire team the night that they had gone out to celebrate Abby’s birthday. Gibbs had only gone because Abby begged and said Tony wouldn’t go unless he did too. There was a single frame with a picture of Kate in the wet t-shirt contest that Tony had sent him years ago. Gibbs chuckled and gave Tony a mock glare. He grinned when Tony began blushing bright red and then shrugged.
“It’s the only picture I really had of Kate on my phone when I left. I wasn’t allowed my phone, even though I doubt I’d have service out here,” Tony gave Gibbs a wry grin, “I was however allowed the memory card out of my phone,” Tony explained and then his face darkened.
“Tim put the pictures from my phone on a memory card the morning before I was transferred out here. Remember, we got the office-wide memo in our NCIS email that there was to be no personal numbers or media on NCIS issued communications devices like our cell phones or issued laptops. Thought it was stupid as people had them on their SIM cards and if you steal the phone then you get the card too. Pointless rule,” Tony shrugged and looked down to Gibbs who looked stunned then chuckle.
“That rule was abolished point five seconds after you were permanently transferred. They did it for you, Tony. The SGC knew that if you wanted something personal to go with you it would be the people you consider family. The pictures and the numbers were to remind you that while this might be your home now, you can always visit,” Tony listened intently at Gibbs’ words.
Tony hoped that Gibbs’ words meant that the man understood how Tony felt about leaving Atlantis. It was something Tony couldn’t even begin to imagine. Gibbs nodded understandingly and moved on to the last picture. It was Tony and four other men he didn’t recognize.
“My team and Alex…he’s, umm…one of the marines missing,” Tony said quietly by way of explanation and then cursed to himself for not admitting who Alex was.
Gibbs’ eyes narrowed at the pause around Alex’s name and he wondered how close that specific marine and Tony were. Tony shivered guiltily. The intense jealousy that seared through Gibbs caused his anger to reappear and Tony watched as Gibbs closed his eyes for a moment.
Finally, Gibbs seemed to get control over his resentment and he turned his eyes to Tony.
“Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?” Gibbs growled.
Tony protested, “It was orders, Boss, and I wasn’t really given a choice.”
Gibbs snarled, “Oh, I’m damn well aware of that. I watched the bullpen tapes. O’Neill swept into the bullpen and you panted after him like a bitch in heat.”
Tony froze completely and stared wide eyed at Gibbs, “Boss…” he began weakly.
Gibbs stopped him with a stone cold look, “I didn’t say it was your fault, Tony. You responded the way he planned for you to respond, like a Sub that hadn’t been taken down in far too long.”
Tony’s head snapped up as the word Sub passed through Gibbs lips and the knowledge that Gibbs knew something about the lifestyle thrilled him. Gibbs looked at him wryly.
“What Tony? Did you really think I didn’t know why you got a hard on every time I head slapped you? Tim, Ziva, hell even Kate tried to hide their indignation if I ever head slapped them. But you, you would act out just to get one.” Gibbs barked out.
“Why didn’t you do anything about it if you knew?” Tony accused as a bit of anger washed over him.
Gibbs looked sad for a moment, but then he seemed to get angry as well, “You came in every day talking about some floozy you’d banged. I didn’t know till you left that the occasional Michelle was actually Mike or that Christina was Christopher! Why the hell would I take you when you obviously were just looking to add another notch to your bedpost?”
Tony grew angrier by the word and when Gibbs finished he lost complete control, “Because I was in love with you, you jarhead!” Tony watched as Gibbs’ face grew redder by the second as he spouted verbal diarrhea, but he couldn’t stop once he started. “All I wanted was some sort of sign that you wanted me or even that you valued me and you played me the entire time I was working for you! Well, screw the bond, I’d rather have somebody that doesn’t think I’m a whore! I’ll take someone who isn’t my soulmate, as long as he isn’t an asshole who thinks I’m just a hole to fuck!” So hurt he couldn't stand it, Tony sagged in exhaustion. “I’ve been in love with you since I met you, Gibbs, and I just tried to be the agent you needed. I hid so you wouldn’t leave me,” Tony whispered and slid down the side of the wall until he was huddled against it in a protective ball.
Gibbs snarled at himself and kneeled down beside Tony, balancing his weight on his heels.
“I’m sorry, Tony, that was out of line. I know you’re not a whore and I certainly don’t want you as just a hole to fuck…at least not only,” Gibbs clarified considering that he very much wanted to fuck Tony, but not on a one time basis.
Tony peeked up from where he’d rested his head on his folded arms and sighed at the pained look that Gibbs was wearing. He uncurled himself and scooted forward hesitantly. He wanted to just throw himself at Gibbs, but was scared at the amount of emotion that would show. Gibbs somehow understood his desire and the next thing Tony knew he was pulled into the other’s man embrace and held.
“Not letting you go, Tony, never letting you go,” the older man stated bluntly and ran his hands all over Tony’s body. Tony keened happily as Gibbs wrapped his fingers in Tony’s hair and pulled his head back to bare his neck. Gibb’s mouth attached itself to the smooth skin and sucked down hard for a few minutes before sinking his teeth into the same spot. Tony jerked uncontrollably as Gibbs marked him for the first time.
He was shivering with need when Gibbs let him go and he slid back to the floor while Gibbs stood up. He stared up as Gibbs stripped him methodically of his jacket and his shirt and then unbuttoned his pants. Tony snapped into action and was back on his knees with his own hands wrapped around Gibbs.
“Please, let me,” he begged looking up, feeling only a fleeting déjà vu at being in a similar position many months earlier with Alex. Gibbs swallowed hard and nodded. Tony grinned and was pleasantly surprised when Gibbs grinned back at him.
Tony brought his hands up to the belt and unfastened it slowly, brushing his fingers over the worn leather in anticipation, and then he unbuttoned and unzipped Gibbs’ pants with equal enthusiasm. Wanting to savor the moment Tony didn’t rush, but simply pulled Gibbs’ pants and briefs over his ass and to the floor slowly. When Gibbs’ manhood became revealed he licked his lips in anticipation.
Gibbs’ cock was beautiful, at least eight inches, thick, and cut. It jutted out like a proud soldier standing at attention and Tony couldn’t help but lean in to lap at the head and taste the bit of pre-cum that was leaking.
“Like what you see?” Gibbs asked in amusement.
Tony looked up grinning, “Honestly it wouldn’t matter if you were tiny and crooked. The fact that it’s your cock makes all the difference in the world, but yeah, I love what I see.”
Gibbs barked out a laugh at Tony’s honesty.
“I hope you plan to do more than look at it, boy, or you’re going to find yourself over my lap for not following through,” Gibbs remarked as Tony kissed the underside of his new favorite toy.
Tony looked up and raised an eyebrow, “You say that like it would be a punishment.”
Then he leaned over and pulled Gibbs’ cock in his mouth and swallowed it down smoothly and quickly. He continued swallowing till he’d deep throated the length and his lips were touching the base with the coarse hair brushing his upper lip. He inhaled after he swallowed and reveled in the smell that was pure Gibbs.
Gibbs moaned as Tony engulfed him. When Tony looked up at him with his cock completely surrounded by Tony’s mouth and throat, Gibbs reached down and wrapped his fingers in Tony’s hair. He physically had to keep himself from thrusting as he wanted to enjoy this moment of finally having a part of Tony wrapped around his dick. Tony moved up and down, just a bit, sucking gently.
“You know, Tony, that you’re not going to only be over my lap for fun and games,” Gibbs couldn’t help but add gravely, wanting to make sure Tony knew what he was asking for. Tony nodded, to the best of his limited ability with his mouth wrapped around the member. Tony slipped away slightly and Gibbs gave in with a slight swerve of his hips driving his cock back in.
Tony inhaled deeply with his nose and finally started to move his mouth up and down. He looked up at Gibbs, and the man reveled in the image: Tony’s mouth stretched wide, his eyes looking up adoringly at his Dom as he swallowed around the member in his throat. Gibbs groaned and tightened his grasp in Tony’s hair. He tried to stay as still as he could and let Tony move, but when he felt his balls draw up Gibbs quickly released Tony’s hair to wraps his fingers at the base of his cock and squeeze to stop from coming.
“I want to taste you,” Tony couldn’t help but whine when Gibb’s pulled out. Then Tony flushed when Gibbs looked down at him with an eyebrow raised.
“I want to come deep inside your ass our first time. They’ll be plenty of blowjobs in the future, boy. In fact, your first rule is when you wake up before me, you’re going to shimmy down the bed and put your mouth on my cock for a wake-up call,” Gibbs remarked as he pulled Tony up.
“God, boss, that’s fucking hot,” Tony whispered through clenched teeth as Gibbs reached down and palmed his cock tightly.
CONTINUE