Fic: The Green Eyed Man (Tony/Gibbs slash, R) 7/?
Summary: In a world where vampires are known and feared, Gibbs gets himself in trouble and a young vampire rescues him. But who is the mysterious green eyed young man, and why did he save Gibbs' life? AU.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Seasons 1-6 (Heartland)
Warnings: This fic contains allusions to slavery, non-graphic discussion of non-con (rape), and some bloody and gory scenes later on. This is also a slash fic. If you aren't happy with any of the above, don't read it.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own NCIS.
Chapter Six
Gibbs drove sedately at first, waiting for Tony to finish his phone call. The vampire had eyed him suspiciously, obviously tense as they pulled away, but had relaxed quickly. Which will make the next bit all the more interesting.
He also drove more slowly so he could listen in on Tony's phone call, the half he could hear, at least. The vampire had just finished dialling, raising the phone to his ear.
“Hey.” A pause. “No, not right now.” Gibbs could easily guess that that was code for 'it's not safe to talk'. He listened closer.
“Yeah. No, had no luck unfortunately. Guess we were wrong after all, huh?” Tony looked disappointed. Gibbs wondered why.
“Yeah, okay. Tomorrow night? No, no earlier. Because earlier isn't any good, okay?” He was getting angry. “Trust me, it isn't any good. Tomorrow night, that's what I'm telling you.” He flipped the phone's leather case shut, muttering 'damn bosses' under his breath so quietly that Gibbs barely heard it.
“Everything okay?” Gibbs asked. Tony grunted, turning to stare out of the window. His phone rang less than a minute later, and Tony groaned. He flipped the cover open and looked at the screen, before breaking into a smile.
“Hey! You heard, huh? Oh, you know what he's like, he never ever listens.” Tony rolled his eyes, prompting a small smile from Gibbs. “I think I managed to get through to him. I hope so. That would help, yeah. Okay, see you then. Bye.” Tony hung up, his mood improved tenfold. He settled back in his seat and looked over at Gibbs.
“You know, you aren't such a bad driver after all Jethro. The way you grinned before, I honestly thought you were going to drive like a race driver or something, given this is a Ferrari and all, but I was wrong.” He shuffled about slightly. “You know the way back?” Gibbs nodded. “Good. Just ask me if you aren't so sure, okay?” Gibbs nodded again. Tony smiled, and closed his eyes.
Gibbs eyed him, and a grin crept across his face. Just give him a minute... let him get settled in.
He counted down the seconds, and just over a minute later glanced over at Tony again, finding him in the same position. His grin got bigger, and he pressed his foot down hard on the accelerator.
~*~
Gibbs parked the Ferrari in it's space perfectly and turned off the engine. He looked over at Tony, who met his gaze, took a deep breath, blew it out then got out of the car. Gibbs smirked as the vampire stalked around it, inspecting it. He got out and stood next to the car, waiting expectantly. Tony finished his patrol and joined him.
“How I don't need new tyres I do not know.” He said, with a pointed glance in Gibbs' direction. How she hasn't got any damage after the near miss with that poor woman's SUV, I do not know. How the hell you missed that kid, then the fire hydrant, then that old lady's dog without taking out my poor baby's windshield on that low hanging tree, I do not know.” He stopped and took a breath, seemingly to control himself. Gibbs resisted the urge to laugh. “What I do know however is, you are never, ever driving my car ever again.” He said, very calmly. Gibbs struggled, but managed to keep a straight face. “Come on. I need a drink.” Tony muttered, starting to walk away then stopping when Gibbs didn't follow. “What?” He sounded mildly frazzled, to Gibbs' hidden glee.
“Alcohol doesn't affect vampires.”
Tony sighed, then spoke again, very very calmly. “No, I know that, but it feels like the right thing to do after being subjected to that... that... insane roller-coaster-esque ride you gave me back here, okay? I need to do something normal, because what you just did in my poor, defenceless car was not normal, okay?” His voice was getting higher and higher as he ranted. Gibbs, for his part managed not to smirk as he nodded, walking towards the vampire. As soon as Tony's back was turned however, he grinned. Ah, it feels good to drive again.
~*~
Thirty minutes and three stiff drinks later, Tony had calmed down somewhat, and finally stopped pacing to come and sit next to Gibbs on the couch. Pulling Gibbs into his side, he leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. “I have to go out.”
Gibbs nodded. “Meeting, again?” The vampire nodded. “Can I come?” He ventured.
Tony shook his head. “Sorry. Even if I thought my car wouldn't tremble in fear at the thought of you being anywhere near her so soon, the meeting... it's better for you to stay here. Look, it's...” He checked his watch. “Almost eight. If I leave now, I can be back just after lunch. Anything in particular you have in mind?”
Gibbs shrugged. “Up to you.”
Tony nodded and stood up, pulling Gibbs up with him. Pulling the older man close, he kissed him again, hands trailing down Gibbs' back to his ass. Squeezing the firm cheeks through Gibbs' jeans, he spoke again. “And maybe we could... pick up where we left off earlier, huh?” He said, waggling his eyebrows. Gibbs chuckled.
“Sure.”
Tony grinned, that big wide grin of his that had Gibbs lost every single time and left. The locks clicked behind the vampire, and Gibbs waited in silence for several minutes before groaning and sinking down onto the couch, putting his head in his hands and rubbing his temples. “Oh hell Jethro, what are you doing? He's a guy, a freaking vampire guy who's tangled up in who the hell knows what, and you just kissed him and all but guaranteed sex with him when he gets back later? You don't even like guys! You've never looked at a guy in a romantic way in your entire life, all fifty three years of it, and you start now?” He got up and started pacing. “Bit late to have a mid-life crisis, also a bit late to suddenly decide you aren't as straight as you thought you were. What the hell am I doing? I don't know what to do. I don't know what I'm doing. What if I freak out or something? What if I change my mind half way through?” He paced towards the window and sighed. “And now you're turning into a teenage girl. Great, just great.” He sat back down heavily on the couch. “You're a Marine, Jethro. Suck it up.” He nodded to himself, then his eyes widened. “Oh god. What if he wants a blowjob?”
~*~
Tony returned just after midday with lunch, which they ate in silence. Gibbs couldn't bring himself to look at the vampire, having paced up and down the room all morning wondering what was going to happen when Tony got back. He was surprised he hadn't worn through the thick carpet. They finished eating, then sat in silence for a while before Tony's patience finally seemed to give.
“So, you changed your mind?” He asked. Gibbs looked up in confusion. “About what we discussed this morning. You seemed all for it, then when I left earlier you had your little rant - yeah, I heard. Good ears,” he added when Gibbs frowned. “Well, that and I stood outside the door for a few minutes.” Gibbs groaned. “Look, if you don't want to do anything, we don't have to. I mean, I'd love to, cause you are pretty hot for an older guy, but it's up to you. No pressure, okay?”
Gibbs thought about this for a minute. “Hang on. Older guy? You're probably older than me!”
Tony laughed. “Nah, I'm not. I'm thirty seven years old.”
Gibbs raised an eyebrow. “You're a vampire. Looks mean nothing. You look like you're in your mid thirties, but that doesn't mean a thing. What, were you 37 when you were turned?” Tony shook his head.
“Nah. I am actually 37 years old, including my vampire years.”
“Can't have been that long since you were turned then.” Gibbs stated.
Tony looked uncomfortable. “No. Four years.” He bit his lip. “So. Getting back to my original subject, do you, or do you not want to do anything this afternoon? I mean, you decided to stay here with me so that must mean something, right?”
Gibbs filed the blatant subject change and Tony's discomfort away for future reference. Tony had a point, his wanting to stay did mean something. He just wasn't sure what. Getting a good nights sleep every night was certainly one of the plus points, but it was something more than that. There was something there between him and Tony, and he didn't think that it was just plain attraction. He trusted the other man, had done since he first laid eyes on him and he wanted to know why, needed to know why. It made no sense; he was a naturally suspicious person and Tony hadn't done anything other than save him from Leo to make him trust him. That would usually have been something but it didn't explain the instant feeling of safety. That shouldn't have happened, he hadn't known that Tony wasn't going to hurt him until a short time later. It just didn't make sense to him, and he hated it when something didn't make sense. So hanging around for a while seemed like a good idea. Except for the fact they were obviously attracted to each other, which just made things complicated.
He hadn't realised he'd gotten lost in his thoughts once more until Tony snapped his fingers in front of his face. “You in there?” Tony's green eyes looked him over in concern.
“Yeah. Sorry. Thinking.”
“Ah. Right. You continue on then, I'll just wait here. Let me know when you're done.”
“I'm not a TV dinner, Tony.” Except... he's a vampire, you're human and well... you could well become dinner. Didn't think of that earlier, did you Jethro? Damn, this is getting more complicated by the minute.
“I know.” Tony smiled.
Gibbs thought. I did enjoy kissing him earlier, that's for sure. As for him possibly biting me, well... everyone I've ever spoken to seems to enjoy it, no reason why I wouldn't.
Gibbs looked up, into Tony's eyes. “Okay. Could we... could we go slow, maybe?” He asked. The unsure tone of his voice was alien to him.
Tony nodded. “As slow as you like. Tortoise? Snail? Any preferences?” He grinned when Gibbs glared, pulling him closer for a soft kiss before the older man could say anything. “This okay?” He asked. Gibbs nodded.
They kissed like that for a while, sitting on the couch before Gibbs decided he wanted a little more. He stood up, Tony following and walked over to the bed.
“You sure?” Tony asked him. Gibbs nodded.
“Just kissing... for now.” Tony saluted him, making Gibbs laugh as he was pulled onto the bed, landing on top of Tony, straddling him with a leg bent on either side of the vampire's hips. Tony waggled his eyebrows before pulling Gibbs' head down for another kiss. This continued for some time, the two men getting more and more comfortable with each other, hands wandering (Gibbs took great pleasure in discovering that Tony's ribs were ticklish on his left side), but clothes remaining on, if slightly askew. The touching got more and more heated until Tony finally took charge, rolling them both over so he was on top of Gibbs, pressing him into the mattress and thrusting against him slowly, grinning when the older man grabbed at his ass to press their bodies closer together, moaning into the older man's mouth.
Then, with perfect timing, all hell broke loose.
Next
Rating: R
Spoilers: Seasons 1-6 (Heartland)
Warnings: This fic contains allusions to slavery, non-graphic discussion of non-con (rape), and some bloody and gory scenes later on. This is also a slash fic. If you aren't happy with any of the above, don't read it.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own NCIS.
Chapter Six
Gibbs drove sedately at first, waiting for Tony to finish his phone call. The vampire had eyed him suspiciously, obviously tense as they pulled away, but had relaxed quickly. Which will make the next bit all the more interesting.
He also drove more slowly so he could listen in on Tony's phone call, the half he could hear, at least. The vampire had just finished dialling, raising the phone to his ear.
“Hey.” A pause. “No, not right now.” Gibbs could easily guess that that was code for 'it's not safe to talk'. He listened closer.
“Yeah. No, had no luck unfortunately. Guess we were wrong after all, huh?” Tony looked disappointed. Gibbs wondered why.
“Yeah, okay. Tomorrow night? No, no earlier. Because earlier isn't any good, okay?” He was getting angry. “Trust me, it isn't any good. Tomorrow night, that's what I'm telling you.” He flipped the phone's leather case shut, muttering 'damn bosses' under his breath so quietly that Gibbs barely heard it.
“Everything okay?” Gibbs asked. Tony grunted, turning to stare out of the window. His phone rang less than a minute later, and Tony groaned. He flipped the cover open and looked at the screen, before breaking into a smile.
“Hey! You heard, huh? Oh, you know what he's like, he never ever listens.” Tony rolled his eyes, prompting a small smile from Gibbs. “I think I managed to get through to him. I hope so. That would help, yeah. Okay, see you then. Bye.” Tony hung up, his mood improved tenfold. He settled back in his seat and looked over at Gibbs.
“You know, you aren't such a bad driver after all Jethro. The way you grinned before, I honestly thought you were going to drive like a race driver or something, given this is a Ferrari and all, but I was wrong.” He shuffled about slightly. “You know the way back?” Gibbs nodded. “Good. Just ask me if you aren't so sure, okay?” Gibbs nodded again. Tony smiled, and closed his eyes.
Gibbs eyed him, and a grin crept across his face. Just give him a minute... let him get settled in.
He counted down the seconds, and just over a minute later glanced over at Tony again, finding him in the same position. His grin got bigger, and he pressed his foot down hard on the accelerator.
~*~
Gibbs parked the Ferrari in it's space perfectly and turned off the engine. He looked over at Tony, who met his gaze, took a deep breath, blew it out then got out of the car. Gibbs smirked as the vampire stalked around it, inspecting it. He got out and stood next to the car, waiting expectantly. Tony finished his patrol and joined him.
“How I don't need new tyres I do not know.” He said, with a pointed glance in Gibbs' direction. How she hasn't got any damage after the near miss with that poor woman's SUV, I do not know. How the hell you missed that kid, then the fire hydrant, then that old lady's dog without taking out my poor baby's windshield on that low hanging tree, I do not know.” He stopped and took a breath, seemingly to control himself. Gibbs resisted the urge to laugh. “What I do know however is, you are never, ever driving my car ever again.” He said, very calmly. Gibbs struggled, but managed to keep a straight face. “Come on. I need a drink.” Tony muttered, starting to walk away then stopping when Gibbs didn't follow. “What?” He sounded mildly frazzled, to Gibbs' hidden glee.
“Alcohol doesn't affect vampires.”
Tony sighed, then spoke again, very very calmly. “No, I know that, but it feels like the right thing to do after being subjected to that... that... insane roller-coaster-esque ride you gave me back here, okay? I need to do something normal, because what you just did in my poor, defenceless car was not normal, okay?” His voice was getting higher and higher as he ranted. Gibbs, for his part managed not to smirk as he nodded, walking towards the vampire. As soon as Tony's back was turned however, he grinned. Ah, it feels good to drive again.
~*~
Thirty minutes and three stiff drinks later, Tony had calmed down somewhat, and finally stopped pacing to come and sit next to Gibbs on the couch. Pulling Gibbs into his side, he leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. “I have to go out.”
Gibbs nodded. “Meeting, again?” The vampire nodded. “Can I come?” He ventured.
Tony shook his head. “Sorry. Even if I thought my car wouldn't tremble in fear at the thought of you being anywhere near her so soon, the meeting... it's better for you to stay here. Look, it's...” He checked his watch. “Almost eight. If I leave now, I can be back just after lunch. Anything in particular you have in mind?”
Gibbs shrugged. “Up to you.”
Tony nodded and stood up, pulling Gibbs up with him. Pulling the older man close, he kissed him again, hands trailing down Gibbs' back to his ass. Squeezing the firm cheeks through Gibbs' jeans, he spoke again. “And maybe we could... pick up where we left off earlier, huh?” He said, waggling his eyebrows. Gibbs chuckled.
“Sure.”
Tony grinned, that big wide grin of his that had Gibbs lost every single time and left. The locks clicked behind the vampire, and Gibbs waited in silence for several minutes before groaning and sinking down onto the couch, putting his head in his hands and rubbing his temples. “Oh hell Jethro, what are you doing? He's a guy, a freaking vampire guy who's tangled up in who the hell knows what, and you just kissed him and all but guaranteed sex with him when he gets back later? You don't even like guys! You've never looked at a guy in a romantic way in your entire life, all fifty three years of it, and you start now?” He got up and started pacing. “Bit late to have a mid-life crisis, also a bit late to suddenly decide you aren't as straight as you thought you were. What the hell am I doing? I don't know what to do. I don't know what I'm doing. What if I freak out or something? What if I change my mind half way through?” He paced towards the window and sighed. “And now you're turning into a teenage girl. Great, just great.” He sat back down heavily on the couch. “You're a Marine, Jethro. Suck it up.” He nodded to himself, then his eyes widened. “Oh god. What if he wants a blowjob?”
~*~
Tony returned just after midday with lunch, which they ate in silence. Gibbs couldn't bring himself to look at the vampire, having paced up and down the room all morning wondering what was going to happen when Tony got back. He was surprised he hadn't worn through the thick carpet. They finished eating, then sat in silence for a while before Tony's patience finally seemed to give.
“So, you changed your mind?” He asked. Gibbs looked up in confusion. “About what we discussed this morning. You seemed all for it, then when I left earlier you had your little rant - yeah, I heard. Good ears,” he added when Gibbs frowned. “Well, that and I stood outside the door for a few minutes.” Gibbs groaned. “Look, if you don't want to do anything, we don't have to. I mean, I'd love to, cause you are pretty hot for an older guy, but it's up to you. No pressure, okay?”
Gibbs thought about this for a minute. “Hang on. Older guy? You're probably older than me!”
Tony laughed. “Nah, I'm not. I'm thirty seven years old.”
Gibbs raised an eyebrow. “You're a vampire. Looks mean nothing. You look like you're in your mid thirties, but that doesn't mean a thing. What, were you 37 when you were turned?” Tony shook his head.
“Nah. I am actually 37 years old, including my vampire years.”
“Can't have been that long since you were turned then.” Gibbs stated.
Tony looked uncomfortable. “No. Four years.” He bit his lip. “So. Getting back to my original subject, do you, or do you not want to do anything this afternoon? I mean, you decided to stay here with me so that must mean something, right?”
Gibbs filed the blatant subject change and Tony's discomfort away for future reference. Tony had a point, his wanting to stay did mean something. He just wasn't sure what. Getting a good nights sleep every night was certainly one of the plus points, but it was something more than that. There was something there between him and Tony, and he didn't think that it was just plain attraction. He trusted the other man, had done since he first laid eyes on him and he wanted to know why, needed to know why. It made no sense; he was a naturally suspicious person and Tony hadn't done anything other than save him from Leo to make him trust him. That would usually have been something but it didn't explain the instant feeling of safety. That shouldn't have happened, he hadn't known that Tony wasn't going to hurt him until a short time later. It just didn't make sense to him, and he hated it when something didn't make sense. So hanging around for a while seemed like a good idea. Except for the fact they were obviously attracted to each other, which just made things complicated.
He hadn't realised he'd gotten lost in his thoughts once more until Tony snapped his fingers in front of his face. “You in there?” Tony's green eyes looked him over in concern.
“Yeah. Sorry. Thinking.”
“Ah. Right. You continue on then, I'll just wait here. Let me know when you're done.”
“I'm not a TV dinner, Tony.” Except... he's a vampire, you're human and well... you could well become dinner. Didn't think of that earlier, did you Jethro? Damn, this is getting more complicated by the minute.
“I know.” Tony smiled.
Gibbs thought. I did enjoy kissing him earlier, that's for sure. As for him possibly biting me, well... everyone I've ever spoken to seems to enjoy it, no reason why I wouldn't.
Gibbs looked up, into Tony's eyes. “Okay. Could we... could we go slow, maybe?” He asked. The unsure tone of his voice was alien to him.
Tony nodded. “As slow as you like. Tortoise? Snail? Any preferences?” He grinned when Gibbs glared, pulling him closer for a soft kiss before the older man could say anything. “This okay?” He asked. Gibbs nodded.
They kissed like that for a while, sitting on the couch before Gibbs decided he wanted a little more. He stood up, Tony following and walked over to the bed.
“You sure?” Tony asked him. Gibbs nodded.
“Just kissing... for now.” Tony saluted him, making Gibbs laugh as he was pulled onto the bed, landing on top of Tony, straddling him with a leg bent on either side of the vampire's hips. Tony waggled his eyebrows before pulling Gibbs' head down for another kiss. This continued for some time, the two men getting more and more comfortable with each other, hands wandering (Gibbs took great pleasure in discovering that Tony's ribs were ticklish on his left side), but clothes remaining on, if slightly askew. The touching got more and more heated until Tony finally took charge, rolling them both over so he was on top of Gibbs, pressing him into the mattress and thrusting against him slowly, grinning when the older man grabbed at his ass to press their bodies closer together, moaning into the older man's mouth.
Then, with perfect timing, all hell broke loose.
Next