[NCIS/SGA] Crossing Over, Part One: Chapter 1
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 One
The soldier grimaced as a cold cloth washed away the feverish sweat from his body. He was so tired and confused.
“Shush, warrior, rest now. You’re safe,” a light voice tickled his ears. He turned towards it.
“What happened?” He croaked. The girl beside him sighed miserably.
“Your team of soldiers was attacked and you, brave one, sent them ahead to the gate to escape.”
The soldier cried out as he remembered. They’d been attacked on the way back to the gate and he’d sent his men ahead while he tried to lure the attackers away.
“Did they make it?” he managed to rasp out.
Silence met his question for a moment, and his heart stopped.
The girl hesitantly answered. “They made it to the gate, but when they dialed it and entered something into this little box they had,” she stopped again as if trying to come up with a word.
“Our transmitter for an identification code,” he forced out.
“Oh, I had wondered. They were rejected. I do not know why, but the barbarians caught up to them and…I am so sorry. They were slaughtered,” the girl was so remorseful, but he could not believe it. Atlantis would never abandon their own.
“NO! My people wouldn’t do that,” he groaned in despair.
”Just rest, please rest,” the girl stroked his hair in comfort.
“They wouldn’t have done that. They wouldn’t have,” he muttered. He looked towards her, imploringly. All he could see was a gentle halo of light where she leaned over him. “Why would they do that?” He beseeched.
“I don’t know. Hush, dear one. You are safe here. We will heal you. Sleep.”
The soldier felt himself grow warm and then he knew nothing. His unconscious state did not allow him to see or hear another person slip into the room.
“Will it work?” The new man’s voice was slick and snake-like.
“It will, Slovak, my trusted advisor. He is beginning to doubt his people.” She ran her hand over the soldier’s closed eyes lovingly. “He is heart broken. A protector who has lost his flock of sheep. I will cultivate his trust, and play to his needs. When he wakens he will no longer have any love for his people. The usurpers of our ancient city will fall and Atlantis will be rightfully ours,” the angel answered, her sweet tone belying her ugly words.
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Elizabeth sat behind her desk and stared at her military commander with a little bit of understanding and a whole lot of annoyance.
She sighed and looked down to her desk in aggravation to keep from throttling John into seeing sense, "We need an overseer for this kind of thing and it needs to be someone impartial. This entire operation has gotten too large for you to be running around trying to figure out who stole what and who killed who when it’s not a threat to the entire population."
John shrugged nonchalantly, "My men can look into it."
"Yes, your men can, but they're not police. John, see sense here, you were looking for a panty thief last month like this was sorority row. Your men are not even investigators. They are trained soldiers that have been conditioned to protect large groups of people and themselves, not catch crooks," she urged on when she saw the stubborn tilt of John’s jaw.
"Sure we are, Elizabeth, we've investigated a lot of incidents and you can't just pull in the police! This is a military operation," John argued.
Elizabeth tapped her finger against her desk thoughtfully, "No, John, this is a military base, a scientific expedition, and a trading outpost. It is all three together, but I do see your point. Maybe I can pull in a military investigator."
Sheppard paused, considering her words for a moment, "Maybe...probably not."
"Yes, maybe. John, I know you’re Air Force, but a vast majority of our boys and girls are marines. That’s what NCIS is for and this is a ship all things considered," Elizabeth pushed and tried not to grin when she saw the tell-tale signs of John’s disagreement lessen.
"But there are so few people who would understand Atlantis, and how it is here...," John trailed off when he finally noticed that Elizabeth had her take no prisoners face on.
"Then we'll just have to look for someone who would be open to the lifestyle out here, John. It's kinky on Earth too; you don't think there's at least one military agent who could blend in out here? Seems to me that there are a lot of us from Earth who were able to adapt," Elizabeth wryly added.
John twisted his mouth, not enthusiastic at all, but not having the energy or inclination to push the issue after the week they’d all just had, "Alright, Elizabeth, but you do the paperwork. I don't want to spend hours sitting at my desk sifting through random civilian files labeling them 'kinky', 'not kinky', 'kinky', 'not kinky'."
Elizabeth finally let a full grin split across her face at her victory. John had given in, it didn’t matter that he hadn’t really cared whether he won or lost simply because he was so worn down. She nodded back when he tilted his head and turned to leave. Elizabeth couldn’t help it though; she had to have the last word.
"I don't think kinky is an official category," she called after him.
"Your file would be labeled that way," he cheekily called back.
Elizabeth snorted and admitted to herself that at least her military commander had a good sense of humor if he couldn’t always be respectful. Then again, in terms of respect, they had been through a lot more than most expeditions ever would or could and the entire Atlantis personal, civilian and military were knitted tightly together as more than just coworkers. They had come to the Pegasus galaxy in search of technology and found a whole other way of living. In return they had created a completely different culture to live by and Earth itself had no choice in the end but decree it official.
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Elizabeth groaned as she felt another headache coming on, but it finally seemed like she might have found the right person.
She had gone through nearly a hundred profiles from every armed forces agency that she had at her disposal: Army, Air Force, Navy, and even the Coast Guard. She persevered and kept looking for an agent who just might be a match for them. Atlantis needed an investigator with experience, someone like a cop, someone who would be completely open to the power dynamics in Atlantis, and someone who could work with both military, Atlantean Earth civilians, and the alien population who had applied for the new and officially termed Earth Citizenship.
There were more and more refugees that wished to become a part of their society and planet. Considering they had basically taken over one of the galaxy’s planets as their own, claimed an ancient city, and set up shop, many politicians felt it was a prudent idea to make it official. Not that many of their new alien citizens would ever go to Earth, but at least they had some basic rights that came with the association.
She had looked through current and retired agents and there was only one that caught her eye: Anthony DiNozzo. He had excellent qualifications, with years of experience, both in naval criminal investigations and law enforcement. He was in the perfect spot between veteran and youth. He was old enough to handle responsibility and life in a foreign galaxy, but also young enough to adapt and adhere to orders.
To be guided, leashed, and ordered about... Elizabeth pulled her head out of the gutter and reminded herself that the man was coming to be Atlantis’s Agent Afloat, not her collared submissive. She looked back down at his picture and was drawn again to his face. Sure, he looked cocky, but playful...there was just something that pulled at the toppy instinct inside of her. The way an attractive sub always did.
It was just a hunch. She didn't know for sure, but Elizabeth believed he would be an excellent agent for Atlantis, if he was compatible with their way of life. If so, then it would definitely be worth a trial run.
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When she met with General O’Neill, the man sat in his chair with his collared sub kneeling beside him on a pillow, reading what looking to be a book older than Jesus. Elizabeth was determined to keep her cool and convince the General that Atlantis wanted…no…needed Anthony DiNozzo.
Elizabeth hadn’t been sure what to expect when their intelligence came back with the complete, very thick dossier on the NCIS agent, but even Commander Sheppard had been pleased with what they had found out. There had been some old, but extremely graphic, photos from a leather club showing Anthony DiNozzo bound and blindfolded, come all over his face, found on a college friend's computer. (Those pictures had caused General O’Neill’s eyebrows to practically shoot off of his face. He had immediately ordered an attending airman outside his office to fetch Colonel Samantha Carter. He sent instructions for her to make the photos disappear for good. Elizabeth took that as a positive sign.)
Intelligence also came up with rumors about DiNozzo having a youthful affair in junior high, with another boy who became a prominent Dom in the New York leather scene many years later. Apparently the two still kept in touch with surreptitiously through email.
There was no current evidence, no current photos, no current rumors, but DiNozzo was able to successfully disappear with a cold trail every third Friday. He might be going to a poker game, meeting a girl, or going to a BDSM group, it was impossible to tell. It was his ability to disappear that was also so impressive.
What had really sealed the deal for both John and Elizabeth was the evidence of DiNozzo with his boss. DiNozzo's performance at work was excellent, but it was his eagerness to please, his antics for attention and acceptance of punishment that made things blatantly clear for both of them. He was an eager, diligent sub and a perfectly qualified Agent Afloat. He was also a sub in desperate need of a top that could fulfill his needs. Atlantis could help by being a place that would further his ability to receive what he so obviously needed. Now, they just had to hope that General O’Neill saw the same thing John and Elizabeth already did.
O’Neill returned her stare with an equal amount of determination and conviction. Elizabeth hoped it was with the same goals in mind as her own.
“If you want this boy then you can have him if he’s amenable. The way it looks to me, he needs Atlantis as much as you need him,” O’Neill stated.
She handed the formal request, with her signature already on it, to O’Neill and said, “We want him.”
“Then go home, Dr. Weir, and I’ll get him for you,” O’Neill remarked dryly, as he laid the request on top of the intelligence report on his desk..
Jack and chuckled as the pretty Head of Atlantis smiled smugly and headed back towards the gate room. He’d let her think she had won a political maneuver, but the idea of an agent afloat had been passed around Washington for ages now and Elizabeth had found the perfect candidate. He wasn’t going to complain when someone else handled the research. He gave a wistful look to the picture of the first SG-1 team. He missed fieldwork.
He looked down at Daniel on the floor and found his lover staring back at him.
“Washington D.C.?” Daniel asked.
“Looks like it, Danny boy,” Jack grinned before hauling Daniel up for a bruising kiss.
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The slash of the whip swished through the air with an all too familiar sound and when Tony felt the lash fall across the back he didn’t have to bite back any sort of sound. Nothing came out even when the lashes picked up and he found himself nearly soaring down into the safe spot where nothing could touch him deep inside his mind. He desperately wanted to completely let go, but too many things held him back.
Like the fact that he was holding onto the looped rope above his head instead of being tied because Tony would never allow any random Dom to tie him up.
Then there was the fact that the man behind him only held a semblance of the dominant energy he looked for in a partner.
Finally, there was the fact that the man wasn’t the man he’d been dreaming about and desiring for seven years.
The man wasn’t Gibbs and no man ever would be.
Maybe that wouldn’t matter. Maybe he could forget Leroy Jethro Gibbs ever existed and start somewhere new, someplace where he could sink into the hidden parts of his mind without worrying about being found out, the chance of rumors circulating, or secrets from the past turning up again. Maybe he could find someone new who would care about him and have the ability to truly dominate him with just a presence that would shake him to the bones.
For the first time in a long time, Tony thought, maybe it was time to move on.
---
As if the thought had summoned change, Tony found himself someplace new within the week. The night sky was brilliant as he looked out of the Sempera’s viewing deck thinking hard, wondering if he had made the right decision. He touched the window and was unusually quiet. He was still in complete shock over the amount of classified information he’d been briefed with only two days before. It still seemed as if he was in a massive dream, but the spaceship gliding through the darkened expanse of open space abused him completely of that notion.
It already seemed as if it had been ages, but his awe was just as rampant as it had been when General Jack O’Neill had walked into the bullpen.
The man’s swagger and confidence had immediately caught Tony’s attention and when the man shouted out a terse, “Follow me, Special Agent Antonio DiNozzo,” Tony’s jaw had dropped.
Tony had been alone at his desk and taken off guard by the fact that the man had used the name actually on his birth certificate. He’d begun using Anthony when he’d been in boarding school and not even his coworkers knew that his name should have been the Italian spelling because all of his credentials used the name Anthony.
It was only when the man had reached the top steps that Tony had jumped up and ran after him. As soon as Tony had reached him the man had begun talking.
“I’m surprised that your boss and colleagues aren’t here. I was told that I would be fighting a stubborn bastard to get your help,” the General (for that was what he was, all those strips!) had casually remarked.
Tony ducked his head and pushed off the wave of hurt that rushed through him. He steeled himself and smiled politely if not kindly, “They’re out working on a case. I was told to track down leads here.”
The General had stopped just before they reached the Director’s office. He had quirked an eyebrow and Tony blushed as he realized the man was trying to get a read on him. The blatant perusal made Tony nervous and excited at the same time.
“I thought you were his second-in-command. Why are you here and not there?”
Tony had grimaced, and looked away, seeing the wall rather than the disappointed General’s face, “I made a wrong connection when something felt off. Gibbs doesn’t reward failures.”
When the man’s hand had come to rest on his shoulder, Tony froze completely and his eyes shot back to the man in front of him. The General had looked directly at him.
“I assure you, son, I wouldn’t be here if you were any type of failure. Now, let’s get in there and talk to this Director Vance of yours. We’re on a tight schedule,” the General gave Tony a lopsided grin and Tony felt his heart thump slightly at the boyish look. It had reminded him of when Gibbs was amused by something, trying to be sly, and not show his interest.
Gibbs hadn’t seemed amused by any of Tony’s antics in a long time.
Tony had been bustled through the door. Director Vance had been sitting at the conference table with someone who had to be a lawyer and a large stack of papers.
“Hello, Tony, have a seat. I see you’ve met General O’Neill already,” Vance said in what Tony considered the most congenial tone he’d ever heard the man use when talking to him.
“Uh, yes sir, he told me to come up here with him,” Tony had answered unsurely, and just a bit suspicious. He started when General O’Neill snorted.
“He might have been a little shocked at first, but the boy was quick to follow orders just like you said he would be, Leon,” General O’Neill laughed. Tony found himself blushing again, but he straightened his shoulders and stood tall as he tried to hold on to some amount of dignity. Still, Tony couldn’t help the small spread of warmth that had swum in his stomach at the offhanded compliment.
He sunk into the seat opposite the lawyer and had stared warily at everyone around him. Vance and O’Neill each took a chair on opposite ends of the table and Tony had felt a bit boxed in.
“I know you’re probably wondering what is going on, Tony, but I assure you this will be worth your time today and it is a honor to be brought into this. If you accept this assignment then you will basically be making history,” Vance then had nodded to the lawyer as Tony’s curiosity sparked.
A piece of paper was slid in front of Tony to read, marked “CONFIDENTIAL” in red ink. He looked up in surprise and raised an eyebrow in question to his director. His level of security clearance was already high enough for whatever the normal NCIS duties required and, when it wasn’t, Gibbs would be the one to push his way through. Vance just chewed on his toothpick and tilted his head towards the General.
Tony immediately complied with Vance’s indication and found his eyes looking to O’Neill and when O’Neill gave him an encouraging smile Tony flushed again, and looked down, which had only had made the General’s smile turn indulgent. Tony had cursed himself and breathed a calming breath. The General just radiated toppy attitude and Tony wanted to do anything to please him, it was very much like how Gibbs made him feel any time he gave a direct order.
For years, Tony had been in control of his own submissive leanings inside the workplace. He was barely holding control over himself now though. He warily met the General’s eyes again and O’Neill nodded to the file.
It was only when General O’Neill stated, “Read it all, Tony, every last page,” that Tony forced himself to concentrate and started to read each page.
It was a new position. A transfer.
"What? Where?" Tony asked Vance.
The Director smiled. "To the Air Forces' biggest secret."
Vance was happy. Tony wasn't sure if that was good or bad for him. "Where's the Air Force's biggest secret? Area 51?"
O'Neill laughed this time, and shared a knowing look with the Director. "Just read the paperwork Tony."
It wasn’t a difficult agreement and he signed every page as he read it, but when he reached a waiver page he looked back up at the lawyer. The man made some fancy explanation about Tony not being able to publish anything he discovered. Tony found himself getting more and more confused, but with another look at General O’Neill, and a confident nod given to Tony, he finally signed the last page and pushed the papers over to General O’Neill.
O’Neill gave him a grin and added his own signature below Tony’s and passed the papers on. The lawyer neatly gathered them up, secured them in his briefcase and immediately locked it.
“Now will somebody please where I'm going?” Tony couldn’t hold back any longer.
Vance grinned at him from around his toothpick.
“Have fun Agent DiNozzo and do the agency proud,” was all Tony had heard from Vance before O’Neill had grasped Tony’s shoulder.
“Close your eyes, Agent DiNozzo,” the General had ordered and Tony instinctively complied immediately. Tony heard a beep of some sort and then O’Neill saying that they were ready.
“Now open,” O’Neill ordered only seconds later.
Tony opened his eyes and thought it strange that everything was darker and then he realized he was no longer standing in the director’s office. Tony had started to freak out as he glanced around and took in the fairly empty gray room.
“What the hell?” he had yelled and glared when O’Neill laughed. He opened his mouth to demand more answers, but before he could say a word O’Neill had walked right up to him and put both hands on his shoulders. Then Tony was spun around. For a huge, expansive observation window, he saw the Earth shining like a bright beacon.
“That…Oh…What...the fuck,” Tony managed to get an entire phrase out even if it wasn’t the one he was aiming for.
General O’Neill laughed and Tony felt his hands tighten on his shoulders. The General’s voice was right in his ear.
“Yes, Tony, that is Earth and yes, we are in space orbiting the planet at the moment. Welcome to the Sempera.”
Tony just gaped and had no idea what to say. It was only when General O’Neill swung him around and stared him directly in the eyes again that the million questions bubbled over.
“Space? We’re in space above Earth? What’s going on? Why am I here? Why didn’t you get Gibbs?”
O’Neill placed a finger over his mouth and Tony quieted immediately. He went completely still and silent and watched expectantly as O’Neill waited patiently for him to completely focus.
“Like I said, this ship is the Sempera and it is in orbit around Earth at the moment. In about twenty minutes, however, she will begin her journey to an intergalactic Stargate system,” General O’Neill explained and finally removed his finger from Tony’s lips. "I'll give you the full history."
Tony had listened intently for what felt like minutes, but was in truth hours.
By the end Tony’s head was reeling from the information as O’Neill had told him all about the Stargate, the program, the Ancients, the Goa’uld, the Wraith, and practically anything else that could be explained to him in such a short amount of time.
“But what am I doing here, General O’Neill? I mean, why in the world would you come get a Phys. Ed major turned navy cop to help with whatever it is you need?” Tony finally asked anxiously.
General O’Neill sighed and Tony immediately homed in on how tired the man seemed, “Tony, when we first started going through the Stargate we learned that most of the planets were populated by people taken from Earth by the Goa’uld. For a long time we thought that was where all humans on populated planets were from. Then we came to Atlantis and met new people. They have the same physiological make up, but whereas our societies in the Milky Way have always been similar in a lot of ways to other inhabitants, the Pegasus Galaxy has a completely different way of living and it makes up the majority of the places we’ve visited so far. It also seems that the Ancients lived in this way as well, which was a surprise and big adjustment for the majority of us. We think you'll...adjust more quickly than most.”
Tony was getting more confused, but nodded his head to show that he was listening.
“We need you because there’s been several situations that could have been cleared up a lot faster if we’d had an agent on Atlantis to catch the criminal, but at first our people couldn’t contact home, then there were confidentiality issues when this was mainly a war zone, and eventually pretty much everyone began to go native to an extent. There have been many new concessions and new policies to give way to the new lifestyle, instead of trying to stop it. Honestly, I don’t think it could have been stopped. So we started to look for an agent that could be our permanent agent afloat, per say, who would be completely comfortable with the lifestyle that is part of their everyday life,” General O’Neill stopped again and Tony had the idea that he was being scrutinized to see if he had caught on yet.
Tony took a step back, chewing on his cheek. Assessing the information in front of him, Tony laid out what he knew so far. “You're telling me the Pegasus lifestyle and society is well established, probably starting from the Ancients, therefore after a millennia or so it is completely different than our social norms. You are afraid that when you send someone as agent afloat that prejudices and moralistic problems would arise. And you chose me so it would have to be something about my lifestyle that makes you think I would be amenable to their ways….” Tony froze.
There were only two things that he could be condemned for by many Earth standards. His bisexuality and his interest and need for BDSM were the only things the General could be talking about.
O’Neill smiled when he realized Tony had made the connection, “Everyone identifies as a Dom, Sub, or Switch there and they have no taboo against bisexuality. They hardly understand the concept of bisexuality actually. They believe that it matters more if your dynamics and kinks match…if you are mentally compatible.”
Tony swayed a little in the chair, overwhelmed, “You spied on me? Did you spy on everyone you considered? So, basically, you’ve been peeking into the personal lives of NCIS agents to find out if anyone fit the kinky profile? Isn’t that a little extreme?”
O’Neill laughed, “Honestly Tony, I think you ended up with most of the scrutiny." Tony's stomach dropped further. "Atlantis became a military ship like any other when we took control, the only difference is it can fly as well as float and is on another planet. We’ve been in Pegasus about five years now and it’s become a permanent establishment of intergalactic trading and a civilian run research facility. It’s strange that we haven’t had an agent afloat yet, but that’s changing now. We’ll be there at about fourteen hundred hours. Your standing orders as of this moment are to wait here and someone will come to escort you off the Sempera. Then you will be informed of your duties.”
Tony startled a bit when the door slid open drawing his attention away from the observation window and to a marine who was gazing intently at him.
“Agent DiNozzo?” the man asked immediately.
“Last time I checked,” Tony cheekily replied. The marine laughed and Tony almost did a double take when the man’s eyes turned appreciative as they swept over his body. Tony blushed brightly and the marine chuckled again.
“A sub? That’s good. Atlantis has been rather top heavy lately. I’m Alex Dupree, by the way, I’m here to escort you through the gate and help you get assimilated on Atlantis. I’ve only been assigned on the Sempera for the last couple months. This is my return trip back out there for permanent stationing,” Alex informed Tony as he beckoned Tony to follow.
Tony’s mind was set to explode at the easy way the man had just zeroed in on how he was a sub and then the easy acceptance of him also being a man. Alex seemed to pick up on Tony’s bewilderment.
“I take it General O’Neill didn’t make it as clear as he could about how integrated we’ve become with the Pegasus galaxy? Tony, you won’t find any persecution for your decisions. The lifestyle is a part of life out there and almost everyone that is permanently assigned out there has fallen into it,” his military stance relaxed a bit and he gave Tony just a hint of a lopsided smile.
“Although, don’t be surprised if you have a large amount of Dom’s vying for your attention; you are a beautiful sub and I’m sure you look even better naked and spread out over a bed,” Alex’s voice had dropped a level. Tony swallowed and pulled a quick reign to his smaller brain.
“Um, thank you, sir,” he mumbled as he felt his cheeks heat up again. The solid flirting of the marine in front of him had him stammering and blushing like a teenage virgin. Part of him felt irritated that his normal mask wouldn’t slide solidly in place, but another part of him was daring to hope that maybe the mask wasn’t going to be necessary for the first time in his life.
Alex chuckled, “I think I see why General O’Neill hopped back planet-side so quickly. You would tempt a saint and Dr. Jackson is known for his possessive ways when it comes to his top.”
“General O’Neill isn’t single?” Tony couldn’t help but ask.
Alex laughed, “It’s a tree I would be very cautious to bark up. There’s someone up there already. Dr. Jackson is quit adept at chasing away competition. He taught the last sub that tried to push him out to ascend. Poor girl didn’t know what was going on until she floated off into a higher level of existence.”
Together they walked out and reached what looked like the bridge. Alex introduced him to the captain, Jacob Tanner, and then Tony found them transported to a planet before he could say anything besides nice to meet you.
“This is Eudorica and it’s one of our way-stations that can connect to Atlantis. We’ll be dialing the Gate in about ten minutes for our scheduled arrival,” Alex explained and offered a hand to help Tony off the rocky area. Tony raised an eyebrow at the offer, but congenially took Alex’s hand and jumped down.
Alex grinned unapologetically at Tony, “You’ll get used to it. You know how we’re taught to treat females on Earth? Well, strike the female and put in submissive and that’s how the Pegasus galaxy works.”
Tony made a face, “So you’re telling me that basically I’m going to be treated like I’m a girl.”
Alex laughed out right, but Tony was suddenly very aware of the other man as he stepped into his space.
“Oh no, Tony, I assure you that people will treat you like a male, albeit a very handsome man and beautiful submissive” Alex remarked seriously. Then Alex hushed and looked very intently at Tony’s face. Tony realized that Alex was even taller than he was.
“You’re going to be pursued, however, very heavily. That I can guarantee. Your bed won’t be cold unless you want it to be,” Alex informed him just as seriously.
Tony’s mouth began to water and he couldn’t help what slipped out next, “Will you be one of those Dom’s looking to warm my bed?”
Alex shook his head negatively and Tony couldn’t help the small thread of disappointment that ran through him. Maybe it showed on his face, because Alex looked left and right, making sure no one was around to watch them. Then Alex wrapped a hand firmly around the back of Tony’s neck.
He leaned in and whispered hotly in Tony’s ear, “I like seeing my sub in my bed and warming my sheets. I promise you that if you want to be in it, then I’ll happily put you there.”
Tony shivered at the dark promise in the young Dom’s voice, ready to slip to his knees and serve the marine right there on the new planet they were currently on, but he was jolted out of the mindset when Alex’s side pocket started beeping. The man sighed and the moment was over. Tony fully expected them to leave, but was surprised when he found himself pulled forward and Alex’s lips pressed against his in a quick, but owning kiss.
Alex walked away for only a second to press some buttons on a large table with an interface.
Alex grinned unabashedly at him when he returned and took in Tony’s mussed up appearance, “That’s better. Swollen lips and hair mussed up will make sure no other tops make a play at you before I have you spread out and tied to my bed posts.”
Tony couldn’t help but grin back. Alex pulled him forward towards a shimmering circle of something that looked like water, but he now knew to be an intergalactic wormhole. He couldn’t help but wish Tim was there to help him understand better what the hell was going on.
He pushed the traitorous feelings away immediately though. Thinking of the team was making him feel guilty about the way he left, but if Gibbs could abandon them for Mexico and then come back and act as if he’d never been gone then Tony could take a well deserved promotion. It wasn’t as if he was needed there anymore there and maybe he could find someone who would want him for what he was worth where he was going. Tony was tired of feeling useless.
Then Alex was holding his hand and walking him through the gate. Tony felt a whoosh and pull and before he could even fully think another thought they were standing in a big room that looked straight out of Star Trek minus the strange uniforms, although the Stargate crew had their own unique BDU’S. He just hoped they didn’t have some strange Spock hand greeting. As hard as he’d tried as a kid for countless hours Tony just couldn’t get his fingers to part like that.
Tony couldn’t keep himself from looking around in wonder even though he knew that he had to look like a gaping fish just standing there. It was only when Alex tightened his grip around Tony’s wrist and motioned him forward that Tony’s mind caught up to his body.
“Sir,” Alex greeted a handsome man with a sharp salute that Tony was happy to see was the normal military one. Tony knew immediately that this must be Colonel Sheppard that he had been briefed on. He was every inch the persona of a hardcore Dom with the way he stood and seemed to take stock of everything going on while searing straight into Tony’s soul to figure out who he was.
Sheppard nodded to Alex and ordered him off to the med lab for a physical. Tony wondered if there were adverse effects to using the Stargate and started for the first time to question his sanity in even agreeing to come out here.
Sheppard seemed to pick up on his discomfort and Tony watched in amazement as the tough military man in front of him transformed into something more casual.
“It’s SOP for anyone who goes off base. We don’t want to take any chances that we get a worm infested soldier instead of one who is in control of himself. There are also a million different diseases or bugs that could get picked up on Earth and brought back that would be highly dangerous to our allies here that have never been exposed,” Sheppard explained quietly and Tony couldn’t help but notice the way the man’s voice inflected over the word bug.
Tony nodded in understanding. "Kinda like the Europeans and the natives, huh? I'm Anthony DiNozzo, but you probably already know that." It was when he reached out his hand to shake that he noticed a shorter man standing directly behind the Colonel, glaring at him with obvious disdain. The Colonel seemed to notice his companion’s ire and he turned and gave the man a warning look.
“I’m Colonel Shepherd, head of military operations on Atlantis, and the rude man behind me is my sub, Dr. McKay, head of the science departments. Dr. Weir, Atlantis’s expedition leader wanted to greet you as well, but she had a diplomatic issue come up last minute with one of our allies,” Shepherd explained as he shook Tony's hand and gestured for Tony to follow him.
“It’s nice to meet both of you, Colonel, Dr. McKay,” Tony inclined his head and made sure to keep his distance from the Colonel as he met Dr. McKay’s eyes. The man seemed to unwind slightly when he realized Tony wasn’t going to flirt or make a play at his Top.
Not that the Colonel wasn’t incredibly easy on the eyes, but Tony did not wish to make enemies on his first day or come between partners at all. He followed at a sedate pace and was surprised when Dr. McKay slowed to walk with him, and the Colonel a few feet ahead of them.
“You’re from the Washington D.C. branch of NCIS, right?” the man asked suddenly. Tony started in surprise but once again gave a nod.
Dr. McKay seemed to mull that over for a moment, “You have a forensic specialist there by the name of Abby Sciuto. She wrote a paper on genetic abnormalities a few years back that was very good. Is she as smart, not that you are particularly qualified to know, as she seems?”
Tony raised an eyebrow at the brusque tone Dr. McKay used, but he couldn’t help the wave of pride that came through him at the mention of Abby and irritation at the man’s distrust of her abilities.
“She’s the smartest person I have ever met and I know that she is considered one of the top in her field."
"Then why isn't she a doctor yet?"
"She refuses to pursue a PHD because she’s afraid that it will somehow transform her into a snob. Or that’s what she said at least,” Tony mused. The Colonel snorted and Dr. McKay’s stare turned icy again.
Tony would defend Abby to the end, but he really would rather not fall any further in the eyes of the Head Scientist today. Tony realized the man must be extremely territorial of his Dom and calculated a response, “Dr. McKay, Colonel Sheppard, is Alex still going to be in charge of helping me get settled and teaching me...the ropes?” Tony made sure to put as much innuendo as he could behind the words.
This time Tony got to see a fully fledged Rodney McKay grin, “He is hot isn’t he? A little cocky, but every sub that’s played with him has said that they would do anything to have him as their permanent top. He’ll definitely teach you the ropes.”
Colonel Sheppard stopped at his sub’s comment and added, “Don’t think he’s just looking for a bed warmer, Agent DiNozzo, when Alex Dupree takes a sub, even temporarily he expects that sub to be only with him.”
The Colonel looked straight at Tony with such an intense expression that Tony ducked his head and murmured respectfully, “Yes, sir, I understand.”
It seemed the right thing to do with when both Sheppard and McKay gave each other a look and then led Tony into what he immediately realized was the med lab.
“Well, this must be our new lad,” a handsome man with a Scottish lilt looked up from where he was writing something on a chart.
“Sergeant Dupree was just telling me about our new member. Special Agent Antonio DiNozzo isn’t it?” the man continued.
“Tony, sir, I prefer Tony,” Tony smiled as he found himself responding to the cheerful attitude of the new man.
“Tony, this is Dr. Beckett,” Colonel Sheppard introduced, “Rodney and I have to get back to work, but Sergeant Dupree will escort you for the rest of the day and help you get settled.” Colonel Sheppard laughed quietly at the grin that spread across Tony’s face at Alex’s name.
The two left and Tony was alone with just Dr. Beckett, although he assumed that Alex was close by.
Dr. Beckett gave him a reassuring smile as he patted a bed, “Now, lad, come on up here and sit down for me. I’ve been reading over your chart and it makes for some interesting stuff. Pneumonic plague? I would not have believed it if not for the extensive report Dr. Pitt wrote. Now, have you had any other problems since you came through the gate? Nausea, headache, or the ilk?”
“No, sir,” Tony answered quickly and firmly. He felt fine physically, but he hoped the Doctor didn’t ask how he was doing mentally. He wasn’t sure on that end. Dr. Beckett continued to ask him general health questions and occasional hummed affirmatively or murmured a response.
“Good. Good. We'll be able to fix most if not all of the damage done to your lungs here. I'll let you get settled in and we'll discuss a time that is convenient," Dr. Beckett grinned at Tony's astonished look.
General scans were conducted, and in no time the doctor was saying, "I think that’s about it. Sergeant Dupree?” Dr. Beckett called out as he strapped off a blood pressure cuff.
“Here, Doc, everything good?” the man in question entered from a side door. He smiled mischievously at Tony and Tony felt a tug of arousal shoot through him again and fought hard against blushing. He’d never been so openly pursued by a male or a Dom in such a public setting and it was turning him on in a way he’d never been before.
“Everything looks fine, Sergeant. Now, Tony, if you start to feel any of the symptoms I just outlined for you within the next twenty-four hours you’re to come to the infirmary immediately. Do you understand, son?” Beckett advised and asked.
Tony opened his mouth to respond, but Alex answered for him.
“He’s my responsibility for the next two weeks as he get’s settled and if there is so much as a sniffle from him, Doc, he’ll be here,” Alex remarked sternly and gave Tony an equally stern look. Tony ducked his head, but nodded in agreement.
“Is there any restrictions on play?” Alex asked when Dr. Beckett had turned to sign off on Tony’s chart. Tony immediately inhaled deeply in surprise and started coughing from the quick intake. Both Dom’s turned to him with raised eyebrows and Tony suddenly couldn’t help it anymore. He was sure that he was blushing so much that his toes were red. His cock was already straining against his pants and Tony had never felt mortified or turned on so much at that same time in his life.
Dr. Beckett finally just chuckled softly, “No tight bondage and no complete sensory deprivation for at least two days until we’re sure that his body has adjusted to the changes in atmosphere. Aside from that, you're both clear to have fun.”
Alex finally took pity on his new charge and turned to Tony, who was trying to casually hide his erection. It made Alex want to turn him over right in front of the Doc and take him publicly just to get the man to soar higher than he probably ever had before.
“Let’s go, Tony. I’m sure you’re ready to see your quarters, then get a shower, and finally some food,” Alex continued on and turned to leave without even waiting to see if Tony would follow. Tony jumped up and muttered a thank you to the doctor and rushed to catch up with Alex.
He reached Alex and matched his steps to his guide's as he realized something.
"My apartment back home...and my clothes?" he mused as Alex turned him down a corridor.
Alex looked over at him before answering, "The SGC will pack your things up, take care of your lease, and they'll handle delivering your clothes in the next few days with one of the scheduled visits from Earth. If there's anything specific you want out of your things then make a list and I'll make sure that you get it."
Tony nodded amicably, "My DVDs?"
Alex laughed before shaking his head in amusement, "You're in another galaxy living an adventure and you want to watch one?"
Tony shot him a disappointed look, "Hey, I'll have you know that cinema is an art. Would you move and not take a priceless painting with you?"
Alex tilted his head in amused concession and they fell back into a companionable silence.
They made it into an elevator type of room and Tony felt a whoosh before Alex finagled the buttons and they stopped. The elevator shut down in semi-darkness and Tony felt a sense of déjà vu.
“You okay, Tony? Everything good? It can be a bit overwhelming at first I know,” Alex inquired while stepping into his personal space till they were just barely touching.
“I’m fine,” Tony croaked. Alex grinned wolfishly and brought a hand up to cup the back of Tony’s neck. Then with one last smile he swooped in and claimed Tony’s lips for the second time. This time Alex went slowly and it felt more like an introduction kiss than anything. Tony shivered as Alex’s tongue slid into his open mouth and explored while Alex’s hands were doing the same with his body.
Tony bucked up when Alex’s fingers found his nipples and tweaked them hard. Alex chuckled, his voice deep and vibrating in the air between them, but leaned in again to continue to lick his way into Tony’s very core and back Tony up against the wall. Pushing their bodies together tightly, Alex didn’t give any leeway as he explored his new playmate.
“Do you normally take new inhabitants this quickly or am I an exception?” Tony only halfway joked. He needed to know before he was going to allow himself to fall at all for the man pressed against him. Alex froze completely and Tony hoped he hadn’t offended the man, but Alex only laughed softly.
“No, Tony, I don’t take every attractive sub that comes through the gate to my bed. You’re an exception to one of my rules, actually. I have always swore I wouldn’t take a new Atlantean to my bed until their dynamic was fully discovered since I’m a hardcore Dom with a bit of a sadomasochism tendencies. You think you can handle that, boy?” Alex’s voice had dropped considerably and Tony found himself standing a bit taller and placing his open hands at his side as if for inspection.
“Yes sir, I can handle that. I can handle almost anything except fluid play and heavy blood play,” Tony answered in a clear, but respectful tone.
“Hmm, there’s just something about you that makes me want to see how well our kinks mesh. No harm in a little casual play and if it works out that we’re compatible then we’ll take it from there. If not, then you’ll at least get a little stress relief before starting work tomorrow and I promise you there is a lot to be done,” Alex explained as he continued to sooth Tony’s ruffled feathers over the perception that he was being seen as an easy fuck.
“Thank you, sir,” Tony found himself replying.
Alex burst out in a peel of laughter, “No need to thank me yet, boy, but I promise you that there will be soon. Now, food first, then I’ll show you where you’re quartered and let you clean up, but you look as if food is a priority.”
Tony nodded as his stomach growled, but something else was tingling at him. He cleared his throat hesitantly when Alex went to restart the transporter.
“Sir, may I…” Tony drifted off and cupped a hand over Alex’s tented erection. If anything the erection grew harder at Tony’s unasked question.
“Get on your knees, boy,” Alex fell completely into his top space and tugged his zipper down, before pushing his pants and boxers over his hips. He stepped forward and nestled a hand into the back of Tony’s head and clenched tightly at the soft hair. Then he brought his cock to Tony’s full lips and thrust in experimentally. Tony didn’t waste a minute before opening wide and indicating his willingness to be used.
Alex did use him. Hard, brutal, and fast without giving Tony anytime to recover between thrusts. The thrusts would have knocked Tony’s head back against the wall, but Alex held him by the hair, tightly in place. Finally, Alex felt his balls tighten in warning and he held Tony’s head still with both hands and shot his come deep within the recesses of Tony’s throat. Alex was pleased to see that Tony was swallowing around him and doing it with ease.
“Thank you, sir,” Tony whispered when he had pulled back and cleaned Alex off with small wipes of his tongue.
Alex couldn’t help it; he laughed. “God, Tony, I should be thanking you. You’re a talented boy as well as beautiful. That was amazing. Now up and at’em. We’ve got things to do and lots of places for you to see.”
He pulled Tony out of the transporter and Tony blinked in confusion. He could have sworn they were right back in the off-shoot corridor of the gate room. He knew he wasn’t mistaken when Alex huffed exasperatedly.
“I thought McKay was going to fix that. We’ve had issues lately of the transporter acting up and depositing you somewhere other than your destination. Come on, we’ll walk to another access point and see if that one will get us where we want to go,” Alex sighed.
Tony let himself be led out of the corridor. They turned the corner and Alex stopped briefly to point out a tall brunette.
“That would be Dr. Weir,” Alex informed him.
Dr. Elizabeth Weir looked like a strict, disciplinarian to Tony, but there was something in her face that made him also think she was fair and just. She was talking to a petite woman who faced away from Tony and Alex. The small woman had beautiful blond hair and she was dressed in elaborate robes and had a dainty tiara atop her head.
“That’s her royal highness, the Princess Melantha; she rescued one of our men from slavery after his team was slaughtered. She’s here to broker a deal for trading. Dr. Weir is thrilled to have an ally that is slightly more advanced technological than we are,” Alex explained.
Tony felt the normal stirring he did with beautiful women and he couldn’t even see the face of one of them. He had no doubt that the princess was as beautiful as her lithe body and ethereal golden hair hinted.
“Come on, Tony, let’s head out,” Alex murmured in his ear and squeezed one of Tony’s ass cheeks firmly, drawing Tony’s attention back to Alex.
Tony gave Alex a sheepish look and allowed himself to once again be led away.
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Rodney followed his Top into their quarters curiously. It wasn't often that John decided to cut his day short and therefore cut Rodney’s as well.
“Strip,” John’s terse words made Rodney realize that this was more than just a reprieve from their day.
He didn’t bother to argue and methodically took off his clothes and John slid his belt from the loops of his uniform.
“Lay down over the table, Rodney, we need to discuss your treatment of our new Agent Afloat,” John said quietly.
Rodney grimaced. He should have seen this coming. He just couldn’t help it. Anthony DiNozzo was everything he’d ever worried about when it came to his Dom. Handsome, smart, and outright naughty at times. The challenge always invoked something in John.
“I’m sorry,” he said contritely though he didn’t really feel it yet.
“I know you want to be, but we have to get there first,” John said quietly.
The first smack came surprisingly hard and the following blows didn’t let up until Rodney felt himself fall apart.
“I am sorry, sir. I am…I just worry,” Rodney babbled and the belt slipped from John’s hands. Then Rodney felt himself turned and he slid to the floor to look up at his Dom.
“Besides the fact we’re mated, Rodney, you should know that I only ever want you. I want you to be nice to that boy from now on. He’s having a hard enough time as it is. Every indication we saw when we surveyed him shows that his only family was his team. We need to give him a family here,” John said quietly.
Rodney sniffed, but managed to smile waveringly. Give the boy a family. That he could do. After all that’s what Atlantis and her crew had long ago become to him.
PART TWO
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 One
The soldier grimaced as a cold cloth washed away the feverish sweat from his body. He was so tired and confused.
“Shush, warrior, rest now. You’re safe,” a light voice tickled his ears. He turned towards it.
“What happened?” He croaked. The girl beside him sighed miserably.
“Your team of soldiers was attacked and you, brave one, sent them ahead to the gate to escape.”
The soldier cried out as he remembered. They’d been attacked on the way back to the gate and he’d sent his men ahead while he tried to lure the attackers away.
“Did they make it?” he managed to rasp out.
Silence met his question for a moment, and his heart stopped.
The girl hesitantly answered. “They made it to the gate, but when they dialed it and entered something into this little box they had,” she stopped again as if trying to come up with a word.
“Our transmitter for an identification code,” he forced out.
“Oh, I had wondered. They were rejected. I do not know why, but the barbarians caught up to them and…I am so sorry. They were slaughtered,” the girl was so remorseful, but he could not believe it. Atlantis would never abandon their own.
“NO! My people wouldn’t do that,” he groaned in despair.
”Just rest, please rest,” the girl stroked his hair in comfort.
“They wouldn’t have done that. They wouldn’t have,” he muttered. He looked towards her, imploringly. All he could see was a gentle halo of light where she leaned over him. “Why would they do that?” He beseeched.
“I don’t know. Hush, dear one. You are safe here. We will heal you. Sleep.”
The soldier felt himself grow warm and then he knew nothing. His unconscious state did not allow him to see or hear another person slip into the room.
“Will it work?” The new man’s voice was slick and snake-like.
“It will, Slovak, my trusted advisor. He is beginning to doubt his people.” She ran her hand over the soldier’s closed eyes lovingly. “He is heart broken. A protector who has lost his flock of sheep. I will cultivate his trust, and play to his needs. When he wakens he will no longer have any love for his people. The usurpers of our ancient city will fall and Atlantis will be rightfully ours,” the angel answered, her sweet tone belying her ugly words.
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Elizabeth sat behind her desk and stared at her military commander with a little bit of understanding and a whole lot of annoyance.
She sighed and looked down to her desk in aggravation to keep from throttling John into seeing sense, "We need an overseer for this kind of thing and it needs to be someone impartial. This entire operation has gotten too large for you to be running around trying to figure out who stole what and who killed who when it’s not a threat to the entire population."
John shrugged nonchalantly, "My men can look into it."
"Yes, your men can, but they're not police. John, see sense here, you were looking for a panty thief last month like this was sorority row. Your men are not even investigators. They are trained soldiers that have been conditioned to protect large groups of people and themselves, not catch crooks," she urged on when she saw the stubborn tilt of John’s jaw.
"Sure we are, Elizabeth, we've investigated a lot of incidents and you can't just pull in the police! This is a military operation," John argued.
Elizabeth tapped her finger against her desk thoughtfully, "No, John, this is a military base, a scientific expedition, and a trading outpost. It is all three together, but I do see your point. Maybe I can pull in a military investigator."
Sheppard paused, considering her words for a moment, "Maybe...probably not."
"Yes, maybe. John, I know you’re Air Force, but a vast majority of our boys and girls are marines. That’s what NCIS is for and this is a ship all things considered," Elizabeth pushed and tried not to grin when she saw the tell-tale signs of John’s disagreement lessen.
"But there are so few people who would understand Atlantis, and how it is here...," John trailed off when he finally noticed that Elizabeth had her take no prisoners face on.
"Then we'll just have to look for someone who would be open to the lifestyle out here, John. It's kinky on Earth too; you don't think there's at least one military agent who could blend in out here? Seems to me that there are a lot of us from Earth who were able to adapt," Elizabeth wryly added.
John twisted his mouth, not enthusiastic at all, but not having the energy or inclination to push the issue after the week they’d all just had, "Alright, Elizabeth, but you do the paperwork. I don't want to spend hours sitting at my desk sifting through random civilian files labeling them 'kinky', 'not kinky', 'kinky', 'not kinky'."
Elizabeth finally let a full grin split across her face at her victory. John had given in, it didn’t matter that he hadn’t really cared whether he won or lost simply because he was so worn down. She nodded back when he tilted his head and turned to leave. Elizabeth couldn’t help it though; she had to have the last word.
"I don't think kinky is an official category," she called after him.
"Your file would be labeled that way," he cheekily called back.
Elizabeth snorted and admitted to herself that at least her military commander had a good sense of humor if he couldn’t always be respectful. Then again, in terms of respect, they had been through a lot more than most expeditions ever would or could and the entire Atlantis personal, civilian and military were knitted tightly together as more than just coworkers. They had come to the Pegasus galaxy in search of technology and found a whole other way of living. In return they had created a completely different culture to live by and Earth itself had no choice in the end but decree it official.
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Elizabeth groaned as she felt another headache coming on, but it finally seemed like she might have found the right person.
She had gone through nearly a hundred profiles from every armed forces agency that she had at her disposal: Army, Air Force, Navy, and even the Coast Guard. She persevered and kept looking for an agent who just might be a match for them. Atlantis needed an investigator with experience, someone like a cop, someone who would be completely open to the power dynamics in Atlantis, and someone who could work with both military, Atlantean Earth civilians, and the alien population who had applied for the new and officially termed Earth Citizenship.
There were more and more refugees that wished to become a part of their society and planet. Considering they had basically taken over one of the galaxy’s planets as their own, claimed an ancient city, and set up shop, many politicians felt it was a prudent idea to make it official. Not that many of their new alien citizens would ever go to Earth, but at least they had some basic rights that came with the association.
She had looked through current and retired agents and there was only one that caught her eye: Anthony DiNozzo. He had excellent qualifications, with years of experience, both in naval criminal investigations and law enforcement. He was in the perfect spot between veteran and youth. He was old enough to handle responsibility and life in a foreign galaxy, but also young enough to adapt and adhere to orders.
To be guided, leashed, and ordered about... Elizabeth pulled her head out of the gutter and reminded herself that the man was coming to be Atlantis’s Agent Afloat, not her collared submissive. She looked back down at his picture and was drawn again to his face. Sure, he looked cocky, but playful...there was just something that pulled at the toppy instinct inside of her. The way an attractive sub always did.
It was just a hunch. She didn't know for sure, but Elizabeth believed he would be an excellent agent for Atlantis, if he was compatible with their way of life. If so, then it would definitely be worth a trial run.
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When she met with General O’Neill, the man sat in his chair with his collared sub kneeling beside him on a pillow, reading what looking to be a book older than Jesus. Elizabeth was determined to keep her cool and convince the General that Atlantis wanted…no…needed Anthony DiNozzo.
Elizabeth hadn’t been sure what to expect when their intelligence came back with the complete, very thick dossier on the NCIS agent, but even Commander Sheppard had been pleased with what they had found out. There had been some old, but extremely graphic, photos from a leather club showing Anthony DiNozzo bound and blindfolded, come all over his face, found on a college friend's computer. (Those pictures had caused General O’Neill’s eyebrows to practically shoot off of his face. He had immediately ordered an attending airman outside his office to fetch Colonel Samantha Carter. He sent instructions for her to make the photos disappear for good. Elizabeth took that as a positive sign.)
Intelligence also came up with rumors about DiNozzo having a youthful affair in junior high, with another boy who became a prominent Dom in the New York leather scene many years later. Apparently the two still kept in touch with surreptitiously through email.
There was no current evidence, no current photos, no current rumors, but DiNozzo was able to successfully disappear with a cold trail every third Friday. He might be going to a poker game, meeting a girl, or going to a BDSM group, it was impossible to tell. It was his ability to disappear that was also so impressive.
What had really sealed the deal for both John and Elizabeth was the evidence of DiNozzo with his boss. DiNozzo's performance at work was excellent, but it was his eagerness to please, his antics for attention and acceptance of punishment that made things blatantly clear for both of them. He was an eager, diligent sub and a perfectly qualified Agent Afloat. He was also a sub in desperate need of a top that could fulfill his needs. Atlantis could help by being a place that would further his ability to receive what he so obviously needed. Now, they just had to hope that General O’Neill saw the same thing John and Elizabeth already did.
O’Neill returned her stare with an equal amount of determination and conviction. Elizabeth hoped it was with the same goals in mind as her own.
“If you want this boy then you can have him if he’s amenable. The way it looks to me, he needs Atlantis as much as you need him,” O’Neill stated.
She handed the formal request, with her signature already on it, to O’Neill and said, “We want him.”
“Then go home, Dr. Weir, and I’ll get him for you,” O’Neill remarked dryly, as he laid the request on top of the intelligence report on his desk..
Jack and chuckled as the pretty Head of Atlantis smiled smugly and headed back towards the gate room. He’d let her think she had won a political maneuver, but the idea of an agent afloat had been passed around Washington for ages now and Elizabeth had found the perfect candidate. He wasn’t going to complain when someone else handled the research. He gave a wistful look to the picture of the first SG-1 team. He missed fieldwork.
He looked down at Daniel on the floor and found his lover staring back at him.
“Washington D.C.?” Daniel asked.
“Looks like it, Danny boy,” Jack grinned before hauling Daniel up for a bruising kiss.
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The slash of the whip swished through the air with an all too familiar sound and when Tony felt the lash fall across the back he didn’t have to bite back any sort of sound. Nothing came out even when the lashes picked up and he found himself nearly soaring down into the safe spot where nothing could touch him deep inside his mind. He desperately wanted to completely let go, but too many things held him back.
Like the fact that he was holding onto the looped rope above his head instead of being tied because Tony would never allow any random Dom to tie him up.
Then there was the fact that the man behind him only held a semblance of the dominant energy he looked for in a partner.
Finally, there was the fact that the man wasn’t the man he’d been dreaming about and desiring for seven years.
The man wasn’t Gibbs and no man ever would be.
Maybe that wouldn’t matter. Maybe he could forget Leroy Jethro Gibbs ever existed and start somewhere new, someplace where he could sink into the hidden parts of his mind without worrying about being found out, the chance of rumors circulating, or secrets from the past turning up again. Maybe he could find someone new who would care about him and have the ability to truly dominate him with just a presence that would shake him to the bones.
For the first time in a long time, Tony thought, maybe it was time to move on.
---
As if the thought had summoned change, Tony found himself someplace new within the week. The night sky was brilliant as he looked out of the Sempera’s viewing deck thinking hard, wondering if he had made the right decision. He touched the window and was unusually quiet. He was still in complete shock over the amount of classified information he’d been briefed with only two days before. It still seemed as if he was in a massive dream, but the spaceship gliding through the darkened expanse of open space abused him completely of that notion.
It already seemed as if it had been ages, but his awe was just as rampant as it had been when General Jack O’Neill had walked into the bullpen.
The man’s swagger and confidence had immediately caught Tony’s attention and when the man shouted out a terse, “Follow me, Special Agent Antonio DiNozzo,” Tony’s jaw had dropped.
Tony had been alone at his desk and taken off guard by the fact that the man had used the name actually on his birth certificate. He’d begun using Anthony when he’d been in boarding school and not even his coworkers knew that his name should have been the Italian spelling because all of his credentials used the name Anthony.
It was only when the man had reached the top steps that Tony had jumped up and ran after him. As soon as Tony had reached him the man had begun talking.
“I’m surprised that your boss and colleagues aren’t here. I was told that I would be fighting a stubborn bastard to get your help,” the General (for that was what he was, all those strips!) had casually remarked.
Tony ducked his head and pushed off the wave of hurt that rushed through him. He steeled himself and smiled politely if not kindly, “They’re out working on a case. I was told to track down leads here.”
The General had stopped just before they reached the Director’s office. He had quirked an eyebrow and Tony blushed as he realized the man was trying to get a read on him. The blatant perusal made Tony nervous and excited at the same time.
“I thought you were his second-in-command. Why are you here and not there?”
Tony had grimaced, and looked away, seeing the wall rather than the disappointed General’s face, “I made a wrong connection when something felt off. Gibbs doesn’t reward failures.”
When the man’s hand had come to rest on his shoulder, Tony froze completely and his eyes shot back to the man in front of him. The General had looked directly at him.
“I assure you, son, I wouldn’t be here if you were any type of failure. Now, let’s get in there and talk to this Director Vance of yours. We’re on a tight schedule,” the General gave Tony a lopsided grin and Tony felt his heart thump slightly at the boyish look. It had reminded him of when Gibbs was amused by something, trying to be sly, and not show his interest.
Gibbs hadn’t seemed amused by any of Tony’s antics in a long time.
Tony had been bustled through the door. Director Vance had been sitting at the conference table with someone who had to be a lawyer and a large stack of papers.
“Hello, Tony, have a seat. I see you’ve met General O’Neill already,” Vance said in what Tony considered the most congenial tone he’d ever heard the man use when talking to him.
“Uh, yes sir, he told me to come up here with him,” Tony had answered unsurely, and just a bit suspicious. He started when General O’Neill snorted.
“He might have been a little shocked at first, but the boy was quick to follow orders just like you said he would be, Leon,” General O’Neill laughed. Tony found himself blushing again, but he straightened his shoulders and stood tall as he tried to hold on to some amount of dignity. Still, Tony couldn’t help the small spread of warmth that had swum in his stomach at the offhanded compliment.
He sunk into the seat opposite the lawyer and had stared warily at everyone around him. Vance and O’Neill each took a chair on opposite ends of the table and Tony had felt a bit boxed in.
“I know you’re probably wondering what is going on, Tony, but I assure you this will be worth your time today and it is a honor to be brought into this. If you accept this assignment then you will basically be making history,” Vance then had nodded to the lawyer as Tony’s curiosity sparked.
A piece of paper was slid in front of Tony to read, marked “CONFIDENTIAL” in red ink. He looked up in surprise and raised an eyebrow in question to his director. His level of security clearance was already high enough for whatever the normal NCIS duties required and, when it wasn’t, Gibbs would be the one to push his way through. Vance just chewed on his toothpick and tilted his head towards the General.
Tony immediately complied with Vance’s indication and found his eyes looking to O’Neill and when O’Neill gave him an encouraging smile Tony flushed again, and looked down, which had only had made the General’s smile turn indulgent. Tony had cursed himself and breathed a calming breath. The General just radiated toppy attitude and Tony wanted to do anything to please him, it was very much like how Gibbs made him feel any time he gave a direct order.
For years, Tony had been in control of his own submissive leanings inside the workplace. He was barely holding control over himself now though. He warily met the General’s eyes again and O’Neill nodded to the file.
It was only when General O’Neill stated, “Read it all, Tony, every last page,” that Tony forced himself to concentrate and started to read each page.
It was a new position. A transfer.
"What? Where?" Tony asked Vance.
The Director smiled. "To the Air Forces' biggest secret."
Vance was happy. Tony wasn't sure if that was good or bad for him. "Where's the Air Force's biggest secret? Area 51?"
O'Neill laughed this time, and shared a knowing look with the Director. "Just read the paperwork Tony."
It wasn’t a difficult agreement and he signed every page as he read it, but when he reached a waiver page he looked back up at the lawyer. The man made some fancy explanation about Tony not being able to publish anything he discovered. Tony found himself getting more and more confused, but with another look at General O’Neill, and a confident nod given to Tony, he finally signed the last page and pushed the papers over to General O’Neill.
O’Neill gave him a grin and added his own signature below Tony’s and passed the papers on. The lawyer neatly gathered them up, secured them in his briefcase and immediately locked it.
“Now will somebody please where I'm going?” Tony couldn’t hold back any longer.
Vance grinned at him from around his toothpick.
“Have fun Agent DiNozzo and do the agency proud,” was all Tony had heard from Vance before O’Neill had grasped Tony’s shoulder.
“Close your eyes, Agent DiNozzo,” the General had ordered and Tony instinctively complied immediately. Tony heard a beep of some sort and then O’Neill saying that they were ready.
“Now open,” O’Neill ordered only seconds later.
Tony opened his eyes and thought it strange that everything was darker and then he realized he was no longer standing in the director’s office. Tony had started to freak out as he glanced around and took in the fairly empty gray room.
“What the hell?” he had yelled and glared when O’Neill laughed. He opened his mouth to demand more answers, but before he could say a word O’Neill had walked right up to him and put both hands on his shoulders. Then Tony was spun around. For a huge, expansive observation window, he saw the Earth shining like a bright beacon.
“That…Oh…What...the fuck,” Tony managed to get an entire phrase out even if it wasn’t the one he was aiming for.
General O’Neill laughed and Tony felt his hands tighten on his shoulders. The General’s voice was right in his ear.
“Yes, Tony, that is Earth and yes, we are in space orbiting the planet at the moment. Welcome to the Sempera.”
Tony just gaped and had no idea what to say. It was only when General O’Neill swung him around and stared him directly in the eyes again that the million questions bubbled over.
“Space? We’re in space above Earth? What’s going on? Why am I here? Why didn’t you get Gibbs?”
O’Neill placed a finger over his mouth and Tony quieted immediately. He went completely still and silent and watched expectantly as O’Neill waited patiently for him to completely focus.
“Like I said, this ship is the Sempera and it is in orbit around Earth at the moment. In about twenty minutes, however, she will begin her journey to an intergalactic Stargate system,” General O’Neill explained and finally removed his finger from Tony’s lips. "I'll give you the full history."
Tony had listened intently for what felt like minutes, but was in truth hours.
By the end Tony’s head was reeling from the information as O’Neill had told him all about the Stargate, the program, the Ancients, the Goa’uld, the Wraith, and practically anything else that could be explained to him in such a short amount of time.
“But what am I doing here, General O’Neill? I mean, why in the world would you come get a Phys. Ed major turned navy cop to help with whatever it is you need?” Tony finally asked anxiously.
General O’Neill sighed and Tony immediately homed in on how tired the man seemed, “Tony, when we first started going through the Stargate we learned that most of the planets were populated by people taken from Earth by the Goa’uld. For a long time we thought that was where all humans on populated planets were from. Then we came to Atlantis and met new people. They have the same physiological make up, but whereas our societies in the Milky Way have always been similar in a lot of ways to other inhabitants, the Pegasus Galaxy has a completely different way of living and it makes up the majority of the places we’ve visited so far. It also seems that the Ancients lived in this way as well, which was a surprise and big adjustment for the majority of us. We think you'll...adjust more quickly than most.”
Tony was getting more confused, but nodded his head to show that he was listening.
“We need you because there’s been several situations that could have been cleared up a lot faster if we’d had an agent on Atlantis to catch the criminal, but at first our people couldn’t contact home, then there were confidentiality issues when this was mainly a war zone, and eventually pretty much everyone began to go native to an extent. There have been many new concessions and new policies to give way to the new lifestyle, instead of trying to stop it. Honestly, I don’t think it could have been stopped. So we started to look for an agent that could be our permanent agent afloat, per say, who would be completely comfortable with the lifestyle that is part of their everyday life,” General O’Neill stopped again and Tony had the idea that he was being scrutinized to see if he had caught on yet.
Tony took a step back, chewing on his cheek. Assessing the information in front of him, Tony laid out what he knew so far. “You're telling me the Pegasus lifestyle and society is well established, probably starting from the Ancients, therefore after a millennia or so it is completely different than our social norms. You are afraid that when you send someone as agent afloat that prejudices and moralistic problems would arise. And you chose me so it would have to be something about my lifestyle that makes you think I would be amenable to their ways….” Tony froze.
There were only two things that he could be condemned for by many Earth standards. His bisexuality and his interest and need for BDSM were the only things the General could be talking about.
O’Neill smiled when he realized Tony had made the connection, “Everyone identifies as a Dom, Sub, or Switch there and they have no taboo against bisexuality. They hardly understand the concept of bisexuality actually. They believe that it matters more if your dynamics and kinks match…if you are mentally compatible.”
Tony swayed a little in the chair, overwhelmed, “You spied on me? Did you spy on everyone you considered? So, basically, you’ve been peeking into the personal lives of NCIS agents to find out if anyone fit the kinky profile? Isn’t that a little extreme?”
O’Neill laughed, “Honestly Tony, I think you ended up with most of the scrutiny." Tony's stomach dropped further. "Atlantis became a military ship like any other when we took control, the only difference is it can fly as well as float and is on another planet. We’ve been in Pegasus about five years now and it’s become a permanent establishment of intergalactic trading and a civilian run research facility. It’s strange that we haven’t had an agent afloat yet, but that’s changing now. We’ll be there at about fourteen hundred hours. Your standing orders as of this moment are to wait here and someone will come to escort you off the Sempera. Then you will be informed of your duties.”
Tony startled a bit when the door slid open drawing his attention away from the observation window and to a marine who was gazing intently at him.
“Agent DiNozzo?” the man asked immediately.
“Last time I checked,” Tony cheekily replied. The marine laughed and Tony almost did a double take when the man’s eyes turned appreciative as they swept over his body. Tony blushed brightly and the marine chuckled again.
“A sub? That’s good. Atlantis has been rather top heavy lately. I’m Alex Dupree, by the way, I’m here to escort you through the gate and help you get assimilated on Atlantis. I’ve only been assigned on the Sempera for the last couple months. This is my return trip back out there for permanent stationing,” Alex informed Tony as he beckoned Tony to follow.
Tony’s mind was set to explode at the easy way the man had just zeroed in on how he was a sub and then the easy acceptance of him also being a man. Alex seemed to pick up on Tony’s bewilderment.
“I take it General O’Neill didn’t make it as clear as he could about how integrated we’ve become with the Pegasus galaxy? Tony, you won’t find any persecution for your decisions. The lifestyle is a part of life out there and almost everyone that is permanently assigned out there has fallen into it,” his military stance relaxed a bit and he gave Tony just a hint of a lopsided smile.
“Although, don’t be surprised if you have a large amount of Dom’s vying for your attention; you are a beautiful sub and I’m sure you look even better naked and spread out over a bed,” Alex’s voice had dropped a level. Tony swallowed and pulled a quick reign to his smaller brain.
“Um, thank you, sir,” he mumbled as he felt his cheeks heat up again. The solid flirting of the marine in front of him had him stammering and blushing like a teenage virgin. Part of him felt irritated that his normal mask wouldn’t slide solidly in place, but another part of him was daring to hope that maybe the mask wasn’t going to be necessary for the first time in his life.
Alex chuckled, “I think I see why General O’Neill hopped back planet-side so quickly. You would tempt a saint and Dr. Jackson is known for his possessive ways when it comes to his top.”
“General O’Neill isn’t single?” Tony couldn’t help but ask.
Alex laughed, “It’s a tree I would be very cautious to bark up. There’s someone up there already. Dr. Jackson is quit adept at chasing away competition. He taught the last sub that tried to push him out to ascend. Poor girl didn’t know what was going on until she floated off into a higher level of existence.”
Together they walked out and reached what looked like the bridge. Alex introduced him to the captain, Jacob Tanner, and then Tony found them transported to a planet before he could say anything besides nice to meet you.
“This is Eudorica and it’s one of our way-stations that can connect to Atlantis. We’ll be dialing the Gate in about ten minutes for our scheduled arrival,” Alex explained and offered a hand to help Tony off the rocky area. Tony raised an eyebrow at the offer, but congenially took Alex’s hand and jumped down.
Alex grinned unapologetically at Tony, “You’ll get used to it. You know how we’re taught to treat females on Earth? Well, strike the female and put in submissive and that’s how the Pegasus galaxy works.”
Tony made a face, “So you’re telling me that basically I’m going to be treated like I’m a girl.”
Alex laughed out right, but Tony was suddenly very aware of the other man as he stepped into his space.
“Oh no, Tony, I assure you that people will treat you like a male, albeit a very handsome man and beautiful submissive” Alex remarked seriously. Then Alex hushed and looked very intently at Tony’s face. Tony realized that Alex was even taller than he was.
“You’re going to be pursued, however, very heavily. That I can guarantee. Your bed won’t be cold unless you want it to be,” Alex informed him just as seriously.
Tony’s mouth began to water and he couldn’t help what slipped out next, “Will you be one of those Dom’s looking to warm my bed?”
Alex shook his head negatively and Tony couldn’t help the small thread of disappointment that ran through him. Maybe it showed on his face, because Alex looked left and right, making sure no one was around to watch them. Then Alex wrapped a hand firmly around the back of Tony’s neck.
He leaned in and whispered hotly in Tony’s ear, “I like seeing my sub in my bed and warming my sheets. I promise you that if you want to be in it, then I’ll happily put you there.”
Tony shivered at the dark promise in the young Dom’s voice, ready to slip to his knees and serve the marine right there on the new planet they were currently on, but he was jolted out of the mindset when Alex’s side pocket started beeping. The man sighed and the moment was over. Tony fully expected them to leave, but was surprised when he found himself pulled forward and Alex’s lips pressed against his in a quick, but owning kiss.
Alex walked away for only a second to press some buttons on a large table with an interface.
Alex grinned unabashedly at him when he returned and took in Tony’s mussed up appearance, “That’s better. Swollen lips and hair mussed up will make sure no other tops make a play at you before I have you spread out and tied to my bed posts.”
Tony couldn’t help but grin back. Alex pulled him forward towards a shimmering circle of something that looked like water, but he now knew to be an intergalactic wormhole. He couldn’t help but wish Tim was there to help him understand better what the hell was going on.
He pushed the traitorous feelings away immediately though. Thinking of the team was making him feel guilty about the way he left, but if Gibbs could abandon them for Mexico and then come back and act as if he’d never been gone then Tony could take a well deserved promotion. It wasn’t as if he was needed there anymore there and maybe he could find someone who would want him for what he was worth where he was going. Tony was tired of feeling useless.
Then Alex was holding his hand and walking him through the gate. Tony felt a whoosh and pull and before he could even fully think another thought they were standing in a big room that looked straight out of Star Trek minus the strange uniforms, although the Stargate crew had their own unique BDU’S. He just hoped they didn’t have some strange Spock hand greeting. As hard as he’d tried as a kid for countless hours Tony just couldn’t get his fingers to part like that.
Tony couldn’t keep himself from looking around in wonder even though he knew that he had to look like a gaping fish just standing there. It was only when Alex tightened his grip around Tony’s wrist and motioned him forward that Tony’s mind caught up to his body.
“Sir,” Alex greeted a handsome man with a sharp salute that Tony was happy to see was the normal military one. Tony knew immediately that this must be Colonel Sheppard that he had been briefed on. He was every inch the persona of a hardcore Dom with the way he stood and seemed to take stock of everything going on while searing straight into Tony’s soul to figure out who he was.
Sheppard nodded to Alex and ordered him off to the med lab for a physical. Tony wondered if there were adverse effects to using the Stargate and started for the first time to question his sanity in even agreeing to come out here.
Sheppard seemed to pick up on his discomfort and Tony watched in amazement as the tough military man in front of him transformed into something more casual.
“It’s SOP for anyone who goes off base. We don’t want to take any chances that we get a worm infested soldier instead of one who is in control of himself. There are also a million different diseases or bugs that could get picked up on Earth and brought back that would be highly dangerous to our allies here that have never been exposed,” Sheppard explained quietly and Tony couldn’t help but notice the way the man’s voice inflected over the word bug.
Tony nodded in understanding. "Kinda like the Europeans and the natives, huh? I'm Anthony DiNozzo, but you probably already know that." It was when he reached out his hand to shake that he noticed a shorter man standing directly behind the Colonel, glaring at him with obvious disdain. The Colonel seemed to notice his companion’s ire and he turned and gave the man a warning look.
“I’m Colonel Shepherd, head of military operations on Atlantis, and the rude man behind me is my sub, Dr. McKay, head of the science departments. Dr. Weir, Atlantis’s expedition leader wanted to greet you as well, but she had a diplomatic issue come up last minute with one of our allies,” Shepherd explained as he shook Tony's hand and gestured for Tony to follow him.
“It’s nice to meet both of you, Colonel, Dr. McKay,” Tony inclined his head and made sure to keep his distance from the Colonel as he met Dr. McKay’s eyes. The man seemed to unwind slightly when he realized Tony wasn’t going to flirt or make a play at his Top.
Not that the Colonel wasn’t incredibly easy on the eyes, but Tony did not wish to make enemies on his first day or come between partners at all. He followed at a sedate pace and was surprised when Dr. McKay slowed to walk with him, and the Colonel a few feet ahead of them.
“You’re from the Washington D.C. branch of NCIS, right?” the man asked suddenly. Tony started in surprise but once again gave a nod.
Dr. McKay seemed to mull that over for a moment, “You have a forensic specialist there by the name of Abby Sciuto. She wrote a paper on genetic abnormalities a few years back that was very good. Is she as smart, not that you are particularly qualified to know, as she seems?”
Tony raised an eyebrow at the brusque tone Dr. McKay used, but he couldn’t help the wave of pride that came through him at the mention of Abby and irritation at the man’s distrust of her abilities.
“She’s the smartest person I have ever met and I know that she is considered one of the top in her field."
"Then why isn't she a doctor yet?"
"She refuses to pursue a PHD because she’s afraid that it will somehow transform her into a snob. Or that’s what she said at least,” Tony mused. The Colonel snorted and Dr. McKay’s stare turned icy again.
Tony would defend Abby to the end, but he really would rather not fall any further in the eyes of the Head Scientist today. Tony realized the man must be extremely territorial of his Dom and calculated a response, “Dr. McKay, Colonel Sheppard, is Alex still going to be in charge of helping me get settled and teaching me...the ropes?” Tony made sure to put as much innuendo as he could behind the words.
This time Tony got to see a fully fledged Rodney McKay grin, “He is hot isn’t he? A little cocky, but every sub that’s played with him has said that they would do anything to have him as their permanent top. He’ll definitely teach you the ropes.”
Colonel Sheppard stopped at his sub’s comment and added, “Don’t think he’s just looking for a bed warmer, Agent DiNozzo, when Alex Dupree takes a sub, even temporarily he expects that sub to be only with him.”
The Colonel looked straight at Tony with such an intense expression that Tony ducked his head and murmured respectfully, “Yes, sir, I understand.”
It seemed the right thing to do with when both Sheppard and McKay gave each other a look and then led Tony into what he immediately realized was the med lab.
“Well, this must be our new lad,” a handsome man with a Scottish lilt looked up from where he was writing something on a chart.
“Sergeant Dupree was just telling me about our new member. Special Agent Antonio DiNozzo isn’t it?” the man continued.
“Tony, sir, I prefer Tony,” Tony smiled as he found himself responding to the cheerful attitude of the new man.
“Tony, this is Dr. Beckett,” Colonel Sheppard introduced, “Rodney and I have to get back to work, but Sergeant Dupree will escort you for the rest of the day and help you get settled.” Colonel Sheppard laughed quietly at the grin that spread across Tony’s face at Alex’s name.
The two left and Tony was alone with just Dr. Beckett, although he assumed that Alex was close by.
Dr. Beckett gave him a reassuring smile as he patted a bed, “Now, lad, come on up here and sit down for me. I’ve been reading over your chart and it makes for some interesting stuff. Pneumonic plague? I would not have believed it if not for the extensive report Dr. Pitt wrote. Now, have you had any other problems since you came through the gate? Nausea, headache, or the ilk?”
“No, sir,” Tony answered quickly and firmly. He felt fine physically, but he hoped the Doctor didn’t ask how he was doing mentally. He wasn’t sure on that end. Dr. Beckett continued to ask him general health questions and occasional hummed affirmatively or murmured a response.
“Good. Good. We'll be able to fix most if not all of the damage done to your lungs here. I'll let you get settled in and we'll discuss a time that is convenient," Dr. Beckett grinned at Tony's astonished look.
General scans were conducted, and in no time the doctor was saying, "I think that’s about it. Sergeant Dupree?” Dr. Beckett called out as he strapped off a blood pressure cuff.
“Here, Doc, everything good?” the man in question entered from a side door. He smiled mischievously at Tony and Tony felt a tug of arousal shoot through him again and fought hard against blushing. He’d never been so openly pursued by a male or a Dom in such a public setting and it was turning him on in a way he’d never been before.
“Everything looks fine, Sergeant. Now, Tony, if you start to feel any of the symptoms I just outlined for you within the next twenty-four hours you’re to come to the infirmary immediately. Do you understand, son?” Beckett advised and asked.
Tony opened his mouth to respond, but Alex answered for him.
“He’s my responsibility for the next two weeks as he get’s settled and if there is so much as a sniffle from him, Doc, he’ll be here,” Alex remarked sternly and gave Tony an equally stern look. Tony ducked his head, but nodded in agreement.
“Is there any restrictions on play?” Alex asked when Dr. Beckett had turned to sign off on Tony’s chart. Tony immediately inhaled deeply in surprise and started coughing from the quick intake. Both Dom’s turned to him with raised eyebrows and Tony suddenly couldn’t help it anymore. He was sure that he was blushing so much that his toes were red. His cock was already straining against his pants and Tony had never felt mortified or turned on so much at that same time in his life.
Dr. Beckett finally just chuckled softly, “No tight bondage and no complete sensory deprivation for at least two days until we’re sure that his body has adjusted to the changes in atmosphere. Aside from that, you're both clear to have fun.”
Alex finally took pity on his new charge and turned to Tony, who was trying to casually hide his erection. It made Alex want to turn him over right in front of the Doc and take him publicly just to get the man to soar higher than he probably ever had before.
“Let’s go, Tony. I’m sure you’re ready to see your quarters, then get a shower, and finally some food,” Alex continued on and turned to leave without even waiting to see if Tony would follow. Tony jumped up and muttered a thank you to the doctor and rushed to catch up with Alex.
He reached Alex and matched his steps to his guide's as he realized something.
"My apartment back home...and my clothes?" he mused as Alex turned him down a corridor.
Alex looked over at him before answering, "The SGC will pack your things up, take care of your lease, and they'll handle delivering your clothes in the next few days with one of the scheduled visits from Earth. If there's anything specific you want out of your things then make a list and I'll make sure that you get it."
Tony nodded amicably, "My DVDs?"
Alex laughed before shaking his head in amusement, "You're in another galaxy living an adventure and you want to watch one?"
Tony shot him a disappointed look, "Hey, I'll have you know that cinema is an art. Would you move and not take a priceless painting with you?"
Alex tilted his head in amused concession and they fell back into a companionable silence.
They made it into an elevator type of room and Tony felt a whoosh before Alex finagled the buttons and they stopped. The elevator shut down in semi-darkness and Tony felt a sense of déjà vu.
“You okay, Tony? Everything good? It can be a bit overwhelming at first I know,” Alex inquired while stepping into his personal space till they were just barely touching.
“I’m fine,” Tony croaked. Alex grinned wolfishly and brought a hand up to cup the back of Tony’s neck. Then with one last smile he swooped in and claimed Tony’s lips for the second time. This time Alex went slowly and it felt more like an introduction kiss than anything. Tony shivered as Alex’s tongue slid into his open mouth and explored while Alex’s hands were doing the same with his body.
Tony bucked up when Alex’s fingers found his nipples and tweaked them hard. Alex chuckled, his voice deep and vibrating in the air between them, but leaned in again to continue to lick his way into Tony’s very core and back Tony up against the wall. Pushing their bodies together tightly, Alex didn’t give any leeway as he explored his new playmate.
“Do you normally take new inhabitants this quickly or am I an exception?” Tony only halfway joked. He needed to know before he was going to allow himself to fall at all for the man pressed against him. Alex froze completely and Tony hoped he hadn’t offended the man, but Alex only laughed softly.
“No, Tony, I don’t take every attractive sub that comes through the gate to my bed. You’re an exception to one of my rules, actually. I have always swore I wouldn’t take a new Atlantean to my bed until their dynamic was fully discovered since I’m a hardcore Dom with a bit of a sadomasochism tendencies. You think you can handle that, boy?” Alex’s voice had dropped considerably and Tony found himself standing a bit taller and placing his open hands at his side as if for inspection.
“Yes sir, I can handle that. I can handle almost anything except fluid play and heavy blood play,” Tony answered in a clear, but respectful tone.
“Hmm, there’s just something about you that makes me want to see how well our kinks mesh. No harm in a little casual play and if it works out that we’re compatible then we’ll take it from there. If not, then you’ll at least get a little stress relief before starting work tomorrow and I promise you there is a lot to be done,” Alex explained as he continued to sooth Tony’s ruffled feathers over the perception that he was being seen as an easy fuck.
“Thank you, sir,” Tony found himself replying.
Alex burst out in a peel of laughter, “No need to thank me yet, boy, but I promise you that there will be soon. Now, food first, then I’ll show you where you’re quartered and let you clean up, but you look as if food is a priority.”
Tony nodded as his stomach growled, but something else was tingling at him. He cleared his throat hesitantly when Alex went to restart the transporter.
“Sir, may I…” Tony drifted off and cupped a hand over Alex’s tented erection. If anything the erection grew harder at Tony’s unasked question.
“Get on your knees, boy,” Alex fell completely into his top space and tugged his zipper down, before pushing his pants and boxers over his hips. He stepped forward and nestled a hand into the back of Tony’s head and clenched tightly at the soft hair. Then he brought his cock to Tony’s full lips and thrust in experimentally. Tony didn’t waste a minute before opening wide and indicating his willingness to be used.
Alex did use him. Hard, brutal, and fast without giving Tony anytime to recover between thrusts. The thrusts would have knocked Tony’s head back against the wall, but Alex held him by the hair, tightly in place. Finally, Alex felt his balls tighten in warning and he held Tony’s head still with both hands and shot his come deep within the recesses of Tony’s throat. Alex was pleased to see that Tony was swallowing around him and doing it with ease.
“Thank you, sir,” Tony whispered when he had pulled back and cleaned Alex off with small wipes of his tongue.
Alex couldn’t help it; he laughed. “God, Tony, I should be thanking you. You’re a talented boy as well as beautiful. That was amazing. Now up and at’em. We’ve got things to do and lots of places for you to see.”
He pulled Tony out of the transporter and Tony blinked in confusion. He could have sworn they were right back in the off-shoot corridor of the gate room. He knew he wasn’t mistaken when Alex huffed exasperatedly.
“I thought McKay was going to fix that. We’ve had issues lately of the transporter acting up and depositing you somewhere other than your destination. Come on, we’ll walk to another access point and see if that one will get us where we want to go,” Alex sighed.
Tony let himself be led out of the corridor. They turned the corner and Alex stopped briefly to point out a tall brunette.
“That would be Dr. Weir,” Alex informed him.
Dr. Elizabeth Weir looked like a strict, disciplinarian to Tony, but there was something in her face that made him also think she was fair and just. She was talking to a petite woman who faced away from Tony and Alex. The small woman had beautiful blond hair and she was dressed in elaborate robes and had a dainty tiara atop her head.
“That’s her royal highness, the Princess Melantha; she rescued one of our men from slavery after his team was slaughtered. She’s here to broker a deal for trading. Dr. Weir is thrilled to have an ally that is slightly more advanced technological than we are,” Alex explained.
Tony felt the normal stirring he did with beautiful women and he couldn’t even see the face of one of them. He had no doubt that the princess was as beautiful as her lithe body and ethereal golden hair hinted.
“Come on, Tony, let’s head out,” Alex murmured in his ear and squeezed one of Tony’s ass cheeks firmly, drawing Tony’s attention back to Alex.
Tony gave Alex a sheepish look and allowed himself to once again be led away.
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Rodney followed his Top into their quarters curiously. It wasn't often that John decided to cut his day short and therefore cut Rodney’s as well.
“Strip,” John’s terse words made Rodney realize that this was more than just a reprieve from their day.
He didn’t bother to argue and methodically took off his clothes and John slid his belt from the loops of his uniform.
“Lay down over the table, Rodney, we need to discuss your treatment of our new Agent Afloat,” John said quietly.
Rodney grimaced. He should have seen this coming. He just couldn’t help it. Anthony DiNozzo was everything he’d ever worried about when it came to his Dom. Handsome, smart, and outright naughty at times. The challenge always invoked something in John.
“I’m sorry,” he said contritely though he didn’t really feel it yet.
“I know you want to be, but we have to get there first,” John said quietly.
The first smack came surprisingly hard and the following blows didn’t let up until Rodney felt himself fall apart.
“I am sorry, sir. I am…I just worry,” Rodney babbled and the belt slipped from John’s hands. Then Rodney felt himself turned and he slid to the floor to look up at his Dom.
“Besides the fact we’re mated, Rodney, you should know that I only ever want you. I want you to be nice to that boy from now on. He’s having a hard enough time as it is. Every indication we saw when we surveyed him shows that his only family was his team. We need to give him a family here,” John said quietly.
Rodney sniffed, but managed to smile waveringly. Give the boy a family. That he could do. After all that’s what Atlantis and her crew had long ago become to him.
PART TWO