Conditio Since Qua Non (NCIS) (Part 1/2)
Title: Conditio Sine Qua Non
Author: Gaby (sinfulslasher)
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/character: Leroy Jethro Gibbs / Anthony DiNozzo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ca. 17,000
Kink: first time, spankings, butt plugs, simple bondage, lots of talk about future kinky fun. ;-)
Notes: "Conditio Sine Qua Non" is Latin for "Condition without which it could not be" or "an essential condition and requirement".
Spoilers: This fic takes place during early Season 3. Mentions "Twilight" and especially "Mind Games".
Special thanks to spoonyriffic for beta help!
Summary: DiNozzo is thinking of leaving NCIS. Gibbs knows a way to keep the boy around.
Artist: antares04a Big thanks for the brilliant art!
(full-sized version of the brilliant bookcover can be found here.
Conditio Sine Qua Non
It all started with Kate's death really.
Gibbs didn't see it at first, but after watching Tony for a few days, he realized that the younger man didn't seem to come to terms with the loss of his co-worker. They all had trouble coping, but after attending Kate's funeral, Ducky, McGee and even Abby seemed to find some kind of peace of mind. Tony, however, kept going from one extreme to another - he was morose and downright depressed at one minute, and the next he was exuberant and joking as if his life depended on it.
A week or so later, the mood swings seemed to become less erratic, but Gibbs could still see that something was definitely off with his senior agent.
Tony was his usual flirty self whenever Paula Cassidy was around, but when he thought nobody was watching, he got a sad look on his face that reminded Gibbs of a kicked puppy. Tony was still a damn good shot during shooting practice, but he gave an almost imperceptible shiver whenever he touched his gun. Tony was still a damn good agent who continued to make his infamous mental leaps, but at the same time he grew reckless in the field, running after suspects without back-up. And he kept running, period - before work, after work, even during lunch break - but not in a manner to keep himself fit. Gibbs could see that Tony was punishing his body in some way, especially his still weak lungs, with the bout of Y pestis still fresh on everyone's mind.
It was obvious that Tony was careless, reckless, and acted downright suicidal on occasion. And that just wouldn't do.
Gibbs had finally decided to give his second-in-command a good talking to - and then Kyle Boone walked into his life again.
He had hated the bastard's gut from the very beginning. He knew it was the wrong thing to get involved into the bastard's mind games again. But SecNav had ordered him to interview Boone, and like a good little Marine, he had done exactly that.
And before he knew it, all those missing and dead women came back to haunt him.
And it wasn't just Boone's victims that were suddenly invading his dreams.
There were a myriad of women - it started with his mother, who had passed away decades ago. There were Shannon and Kelly, of course, and it hurt like fuck to even think about them because he had nobody - absolutely nobody - he could share his loss with. There were the ten-plus female victims of Kyle Boone. There was Kate. And then it turned out that there were even more victims that Boone had killed, and nobody knew about.
And when, at the end of the case, Paula Cassidy got kidnapped, Gibbs all but lost it.
Even though she was found - alive, not dead - she was injured, and all Gibbs could think about was potentially losing yet another woman. As Ducky had so painfully yet rightfully pointed out - it was one thing to lose men in the field, but it was entirely something else to lose a female co-worker. And so seeing Tony blaming himself and beating himself up over Paula's kidnapping only fueled Gibbs' anger. It had been his fault, not Tony's, and he felt so damn helpless about it all.
And god, after everything that had happened lately, he desperately needed to get out of his head.
So Gibbs spent the night of Boone's execution in his basement, working on his boat. It took him about ten minutes to realize that it wouldn't help in any way, even though the boat usually helped him relax. The rhythmic sanding, the repetitive movement over hours at a time normally helped him get lost in his own head.
The only problem right now was that he wasn't the only one who needed to get out of his head. He also needed others to leave his head, and instead of just blanking his mind, the continuous swoosh-swoosh of the sandpaper on the boat's ripcage lured all those female victims to join him in his basement, looking at him silently, accusingly, making him responsible for their pain and their death.
Gibbs barely managed to leave the basement before he took a hammer to his boat.
The next evening, he decided to go to the gym instead. He realized that he needed some kind of physical release to help him blank his mind, and usually, a round against the sandbag did the trick.
The only problem was that he managed to smash the damn bag up until sand was trickling to the floor. And instead of feeling sedate and calm, the endorphins pushed him over the edge, and he went in search for a sparring partner. After three rounds in the ring, the poor man threw in the towel, nursing a black eye, a bleeding nose and a swollen lip.
And Gibbs was more agitated than ever.
But at least now he knew what he really needed. The boxing was at least going in the right direction. But it had to be more...intimate. He didn't just need to physically exhaust himself, he didn't just need endorphins rushing through his body to make him feel alive - he needed more. And he knew exactly where to get it.
It had been years since the last time he had gone to such a club.
Gibbs sat in his car, parked across the street from the club's entrance, watching a steady stream of young, good looking men enter the place.
God, he felt old.
He knew that the music would be too loud, the lights too bright, and the booze outrageously expensive. Was it really such a good idea to visit a place like that? He could basically smell the testosterone, he could almost taste it, and while he knew that a good handful of those twinks would fawn over the stern Marine, Gibbs suddenly realized that simply finding a nice piece of tight ass to fuck wasn't going to solve any of his problems.
It might, of course, create new ones.
And if there was one thing he did not need, it was new problems.
Hell, he wasn't even a friend of gay clubs, especially of the kind that catered to the more...unusual tastes, but he knew that he needed something extreme to get out of his own head. A simple fuck wasn't going to slay his demons; he needed to wield the whip and make someone submit to him in the truest sense of the word. He needed the absolutely heady experience that only true Top headspace could give him. He could almost feel the first tingling sensation crawling up his spine as he watched young man after young man enter the club.
Oh yeah. He was going to pick one of the twinks, get his rocks off the hard way, and hopefully feel better afterwards. It was an unusual way to slay demons, but it had helped after the first time he worked on the Boone case, and a few times after that, and it was going to work this time as well.
But for some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to get out of his car and actually cross the street. Instead, he stayed behind the wheel, watching twink after twink shake their ass and flirt with the bouncer.
And then he suddenly saw someone slowly walk down the street. Someone he had never thought he'd see in this part of town.
Tony DiNozzo.
His senior agent was walking straight towards the club entrance - only to stop right next to it, hovering near the bouncer, looking up and down the street. He seemed...nervous, for lack of a better term, and that was something Gibbs had never thought he'd see. The Tony DiNozzo he knew was full of energy, all but bouncing with it, wild, exuberant, and always eager to try new things.
Though...the kind of things you'd find in this particular club wasn't something he had pegged Tony to be interested in. Tony, the ladies' man. Tony, the womanizer.
Gibbs frowned as he watched the wide-eyed look on Tony's face. The younger man seemed to jump out of his skin when a leather biker, a real bear of a guy, brushed passed him and gave him an appraising look. Gibbs growled, ready to jump out of the car and break the bastard's arm for daring to touch his Tony.
Whoa.
Gibbs actually sputtered when he realized what he had just thought. But...damn, seeing Tony standing there, in his skin-tight black jeans, the bright red tee shirt that seemed two sizes too small, the slightly spiky hair - all of it made sure that Tony had "ravish me!" written all over his forehead. Or his ass. And what a fine ass it was.
But at the same time, Tony looked as if he had no idea what he was about to get himself into. No matter how good he was at working undercover, he suddenly looked more like a kid who had snuck into an X-rated movie.
Gibbs realized with a start that this was apparently the next step in Tony's road to self destruction. Or maybe it was just something that Tony seemed to think he needed. Just like Gibbs needed the kind of physical and mental release only a really good Top headspace could give him, maybe Tony instinctively knew that submitting and getting out of his head in such a fashion was the only way to get over Kate's death.
And suddenly, Gibbs saw red at the mere thought of anyone touching that boy.
He was about to open the door and get out of his car when he saw Tony take another long look at the club and then bolt down the street again, all but running, as if the devil himself was chasing him.
Apparently, there was only so much courage Tony could muster, and Gibbs was genuinely grateful that the younger man had lost his nerves before it was too late. Because Gibbs had honestly no idea how he would have explained to his senior agent why he was loitering in front of a gay sex club.
The next morning, Tony walked into the squad room, barely suppressing a yawn. His hair was sticking up and his clothing was crumpled.
"Well, well, well, looks like you had a rough night," Paula greeted him with an evil snicker.
"Ah, you know how it is," Tony replied, managing to turn on his mega-watt smile within a millisecond. "So many women, so little time."
"Don't tell me you didn't get any sleep because you were bed-hopping, DiNozzo!" Paula scoffed. A second later, she smirked. "Maybe threesomes would be more your thing. Less mileage to think about."
Tony had just opened his mouth to reply, but only managed a surprised yelp of pain when Gibbs showed up out of nowhere and headslapped him. "Decided to join us after all, DiNozzo? Where the hell were you?"
"Oh! Coffee run, Boss! Here!" Tony beamed at Gibbs and held up a coffee from the older man's favorite place.
Gibbs gave the cup a long look before taking it. In the background, he heard Paula mutter, "Suck up." He quickly took a sip of the coffee to hide his grin, and then sent her downstairs to see why McGee was holed up in Abby's lab again.
The second he was alone with Tony, Gibbs locked eyes with the younger man. Tony immediately began to fidget and tried to charm his boss with a guileless smile.
"You been partying, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, giving his senior agent a slow once over.
"No, Boss, of course not. I'd never go out on a school night." Tony managed to look like an innocent five year old.
But Gibbs, of course, knew better. "Uh-huh. 'So many women, so little time'?" he quoted with a raised eyebrow.
"No women last night, Boss, I solemnly swear. Scout's honor." Tony raised his hand and gave a solemn look.
Well, at least he wasn't lying this time, Gibbs thought, unless Tony had gone to find himself a female bed partner after running away from the gay club, but Gibbs didn't think Tony had. He gave a short nod, indicating that Tony should start working.
The younger man started his computer and was typing one of his overdue reports for a few minutes, but then began to play some kind of online game, judging by the frantic clicking of his computer mouse. Gibbs raised an eyebrow at that and sent a warning look over his monitor. Tony seemed to sense the glare because he immediately went back to typing.
For about two minutes.
Gibbs looked up when he realized that there were no more typing sounds. Instead, Tony was frantically working on his cell phone, apparently writing a text message. Gibbs frowned. It was obvious that the younger man was all over the place mentally. Tony needed structure in his life, now more than ever, and Gibbs' resolve to do something about the situation strengthened. He waited until Tony had gone back to writing his report and then called softly, "Hey, Tony."
Tony looked up over his monitor. "Boss?" he asked curiously, surprised by the use of his first name. Back when the team consisted of just the two of them, Gibbs had called him 'Tony' regularly, but once they had added others to the team again, he was suddenly back to 'DiNozzo', and Tony had no idea why. He liked it much better when Gibbs used his first name. It made him feel special. Sometimes, he wished it was just the two of them again. Not that he minded having the Probie around. Or that he minded working with Kate.
Having worked with Kate.
Tony frowned, losing his half-smile as he looked across the squad room to Kate's desk. Damn, he still couldn't believe she was gone.
Gibbs frowned as well when he followed the direction of Tony's look, and then realized what was going on. He had always been able to read Tony like an open book, and the younger man was so clearly hurting like now, he looked as if he was ready to bolt at the first sudden movement.
And that was Gibbs' biggest problem. He was afraid that Tony would quit. Not many people knew, but Tony had left his previous jobs after losing his partners. It was never his fault, but Tony being Tony, he had felt guilty and couldn't stand the idea of being reminded of his dead partners. Gibbs had seen Tony blanching and visibly closing off whenever someone had mentioned Kate's name lately. Sitting across from her desk definitely wasn't helping either. He needed to find a way to keep Tony around this time, and the only way to make him stay was to offer him something that the younger man so obviously needed - safety, structure, and a firm hand.
Gibbs whistled sharply to get Tony to focus on him again. The younger man's eyes immediately snapped back to Gibbs, and he gave an embarrassed little grin. "Sorry, Boss." Gibbs only crooked his finger in a 'come here' gesture, and Tony immediately jumped up and walked over until he stood in front of his boss' desk. Gibbs smiled to himself. The boy had always been eager to obey his every order, and he lived for Gibbs' approval. There was definitely potential, he just needed to take Tony into his very capable hands and...mold him.
Gibbs looked at Tony until the younger man began to squirm nervously. Then, and only then, he said in an almost bored manner. "Tonight, 7 PM. My place."
Now more confused than curious, Tony asked again, "Boss?"
"You heard me."
Tony blinked, then smiled brightly. "Yes, Boss!" he exclaimed, surprising Gibbs with his exuberance. Then again, he shouldn't have been surprised. Tony loved being the center of attention - especially when it was Gibbs' attention - and he clearly needed something to distract himself from the memory of Kate's death. Spending an evening with his boss seemed to be right up his alley, judging by Tony's happy little jig on his way back to his desk.
The question that came a couple of minutes later confirmed Gibbs' theory. "Hey, Boss?" Gibbs only raised an inquiring eyebrow. "It...it's just gonna be the two of us, right? I...I mean, not that I mind having the others around or anything, don't get me wrong, it's just that, well, the way you said it, it just kinda sounded as if it's just--"
"Just you and me, DiNozzo."
"Cool!" Tony went back to his report, looking relaxed and happy.
Gibbs came back from a coffee run a few minutes later and walked past Tony's desk when the younger man stopped him by asking, "Want me to bring anything? Pizza? Chinese? Beer? Anything at all?"
Tony looked so eager, trying so hard to please, that it almost broke Gibbs' heart. The boy definitely needed some special one-on-one quality time, and Gibbs was now more resolved than ever to give him exactly that. He saw McGee and Paula stepping out of the elevator and timed his reply so that they would be able to hear the last of his comment.
"Tony, no need to bring anything. I'll provide food and drinks." Here, Gibbs leaned in to whisper sotto voce, "And...entertainment." He gave an enigmatic little grin, amused by Tony's wide-eyed stare, and then sat down at his desk to enjoy McGee and Paula having a field day with what they had overheard.
That same evening at five minutes to seven, Tony stood on Gibbs' front porch, wondering what the hell he was doing there and what his boss could possibly want from him. Throughout the day, the older man had given off the weirdest vibes. They were good vibes, nice vibes, the kind of vibes that made Tony feel all tingly inside, though he had no idea why. Gibbs had growled a lot, but not in the 'angry, wounded bear' kind of way. More in the 'you'd better behave or I'll slap you - and not necessarily on the back of your head' kind of way.
Tony really liked those vibes.
But he still had no clue why Gibbs had finally invited him to spend the evening with him in his own home. Normally, he had to beg the older man to be allowed to spend any kind of time in that house, and he wasn't above using a little white lie on occasion - Gibbs must think that he was living in the world's worst dump, judging by all the 'exploded boilers' and 'burst water pipes'. But sometimes, Tony needed a little TLC, and pathetic as it might sound, but spending time with his boss, even if it was sleeping under the same roof as the older man, usually did the trick.
So, being told to show up was like a wet dream. But...how come he was so fucking nervous all of a sudden?
The door was opened, and Gibbs gave Tony a long look. "You going to come inside or wait till the neighbors call the cops on you for loitering?"
"Uh, sorry, Boss. I was just...never mind." Tony plastered a big smile on his face and followed Gibbs into the house. A second later, his nose twitched. "Pizza?" he asked hopefully as he entered the living room.
"Pepperoni, sausage and extra cheese."
"Wow, Boss, must be love." Tony grinned happily, plunked down on the couch and opened the pizza box.
Gibbs came back from the kitchen, two bottles of beer in his hand, one of which he offered the younger man. "One beer, nothing more," he said soberly. "I want to talk to you about something."
Tony stopped in mid-chew and gave Gibbs a speculative look. "I'm not gonna like this, am I?" he asked.
Gibbs shrugged. "Depends." He thought for a long moment, then grinned. "Actually, I think you might. After you get over the initial shock."
The younger man blinked and leaned back against the couch. He took a long swig of the beer. "You've never been one for small talk. Always straight to the point. One of the things I like about you, Gibbs." He cocked his head. "So, hit me, I guess."
Gibbs grinned at the double meaning of this suggestion, but only shook his head and then grew serious again. "Okay, I'm gonna come right out with it. Tony, I saw you last night."
Tony frowned. "Saw me? Where?"
"That club. Near Dupont Circle." Tony, who had been in the middle of taking another long swig, promptly choked and began to cough helplessly. For a long moment, he was trying to figure out how best to deny his presense there, but then Gibbs quietly offered, "Think, Tony. How, do you think, did I manage to see you there, hmm?"
The younger man blinked and wiped a couple of tears away from the coughing fit. Then he frowned. A long moment later, he managed to connect the dots. "You went to a gay club?" he blurted, staring at Gibbs as if his boss had suddenly grown a second head.
"Actually, no, I didn't. I was about to when I saw you." Gibbs leaned back in his easy chair, rolling the beer bottle between his hands contemplatively. After a few seconds, he looked at his guest. "Tony," he said calmly, "I was looking for some...distraction. A special kind of distraction."
Tony only muttered something affirmative and shoved more pizza into his mouth.
"And I think you were looking for the same kind of distraction. Well, not the same kind. Actually, the opposite kind." Gibbs frowned, frustrated that he couldn't seem to make sense. He sighed. "What I mean is...two sides of the same coin. You know?"
"Not really," Tony admitted with a helpless shrug, then took a deep breath. He was nothing but brave, and he usually babbled when he should better keep his mouth shut. "I don't know what you were looking for there, Gibbs, but I had an itch I wanted to scratch, and I thought I'd find the right person there to scratch it."
"But you didn't." It was a statement, not a question, and Gibbs seemed surprisingly unperturbed by Tony's confession. "You got scared and ran away. That was damn smart, Tony, because they would've eaten you alive in that place." Tony immediately opened his mouth to protest, but Gibbs silenced him with a simple look. "Trust me, Tony, I know."
The younger man glared defiantly, then asked, "So, you invited me here to fire me over pizza and beer?" He looked equal parts defeated and relieved.
Gibbs saw this as a clear sign that his senior agent was really thinking about quitting. "No!" he said forcefully. "No, Tony, most definitely not. I asked you here to talk about the itch you mentioned. Got one of my own, you know?"
Tony raised a surprised eyebrow, not exactly sure what to say. "That why you went to the club last night?" he finally asked.
"Yeah. Didn't go in though." Gibbs shrugged. "I thought I needed to get out of my head after...what has happened lately." They shared a look, knowing exactly what Gibbs meant. "Still think I need to get out of my head. But, Tony...I don't think I need some nameless twink to get my rocks off." He sighed, closed his eyes for a long moment, and then just plowed on. "It's not about topping some stranger. I...need more, Tony. And I think you do, too." He finally locked eyes with the younger man, hoping Tony wasn't going to run away screaming.
But instead, Tony just sat in the middle of the couch, calmly chewing his pizza. "What do you think I was looking for?" he asked neutrally.
"A guy to top you. To help you forget. To help you stop thinking." Gibbs shrugged again. "Been there, done that, have the kinky toys to prove it. But...you've never done anything like that, have you? Tony, look, I don't want you to think I'm expecting you to put out. If you say no, you can leave and we'll never mention this discussion again. But I sincerely think that we both could...benefit from each other." Gibbs grimaced, hating the way this had come out. He shouldn't have worried though, because Tony was focusing on something else entirely.
"You got kinky toys?" he asked, leaning forward eagerly. "What kind of toys?"
One side of Gibbs' mouth curled up in a half smile. "A wide range of toys," he replied. "They're downstairs in my dungeon."
"You have a dungeon?! For kinky fun?" Tony leaned even more forward, almost falling off the couch.
Gibbs chuckled. "Yeah. Focus, Tony, I'm trying to have a serious conversation here." The younger man nodded enthusiastically, but his mind was clearly already wandering into Gibbs' basement to explore the wonderful world of all things kink. "So...I was thinking..." Gibbs trailed off, not sure how to phrase his proposal.
But Tony came to the rescue. He smiled broadly and said, "You want to see if tying me up and spanking my ass will help you get out of your head." He grinned teasingly. "'Cause I gotta tell ya, Boss, the idea of you tying me up and then spanking my ass sure helps me get out of my head."
Well, Tony was nothing if not straightforward, Gibbs realized with a chuckle. "Something along those lines, yeah," he admitted.
"Okay," Tony said, leaning against the back of the couch again. He thought about this for a long moment, then cocked his head. "So, what exactly were you thinking then?" he finally asked.
Gibbs sighed and rolled his bottle of now luke warm beer between his hands. It had all sounded like such a brilliant idea in theory, but saying it out loud, especially in front of the person he was planning to do the naughty stuff with... "Well, as I said, I've done this before, though it's been years, so I'm a little rusty. And you clearly never did anything like that, so you might find that it's really not up your alley after all. I was thinking we'd give this...a trial run."
"A trial run?" Tony got a contemplative look on his face, then frowned. "You mean, we have some kinky fun, no strings attached?"
Gibbs shook his head. "Not what I said, Tony, and not what I mean. Trial run, to see if we're...compatible, yeah. But strings attached insofar that, if we like what we do, we'll do it again."
Tony grabbed another slice of pizza and took a hearty bite out of it. Then he gave Gibbs a lecherous grin. "Oh, trust me, when I like what you do to me, I'll come back for seconds. You just try and stop me."
The older man chuckled softly at that. He wasn't entirely convinced that what he planned to do was exactly the kind of thing Tony expected, but he was going to do his very best to make it interesting enough for the younger man to come back for seconds...and thirds. "That's good to hear, Tony. So, trial run okay with ya?"
"Sure." Tony shrugged and finished the pizza, then rubbed his palms against his jeans. "Okay. Trial run. Meaning exactly?"
"Well, I was thinking we'd spend a weekend together. Say, Friday evening till..." Gibbs looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. "Sunday afternoon, around four? That would give us enough time to get to know each other."
"Aw, come on, Gibbs, we've worked together for over three years, we know each other."
"I mean in the kinky sense, Tony." Gibbs shook his head with a smile. "Compatible, ya know?"
"Oh. Right. I knew that. Sorry." Tony pulled a face at his own stupidity, then grinned. "Sounds like a plan. When do we start?"
"Well, depends," Gibbs said with a grin of his own, then he nodded towards the front door. "You got an overnight bag with ya?"
"Just my gym stuff," Tony admitted. "You know, an old tee and cut off sweats."
"Good enough. You won't be needing much else anyway." Gibbs flashed a lecherous grin. "I'd say we start right now. The sooner, the better." He thought for a long moment, and then grew serious. "But only if you really want this, Tony. This is off the record. I don't want anyone accusing me of coercing my team members."
Tony frowned and looked hurt. "I'd never do that, Boss," he said quietly. "Look, I've always wondered about...this kind of life style." He made a vague hand motion. "And last night, I just...I felt the need to, you know, give this a try. Dunno why exactly, I just did. But then I stood there and I saw all those big buff leather guys and I just...freaked. That's not what I was looking for. And I...I didn't feel safe. How can I feel safe with someone I don't know, much less trust? But you? You're Gibbs! I don't know anyone I trust more."
Gibbs smiled softly at that. Tony had managed to sum up exactly how he had been feeling the night before. "Ditto, Tony." He gave a curt nod and stood up. "Grab your gear, bring it upstairs, change into your sweats and then come join me. Your ass is mine till Sunday afternoon." He walked towards the door, knowing that Tony would obey him. "Oh, and wear shoes. There are some slippers in the guest bathroom. Don't want you to step into any shavings and hurt yourself. If I make you bleed, it'll be from my whip." He gave Tony a shark grin that they both knew wasn't meant to be serious, then headed for the basement, whistling happily.
About ten minutes later, Tony walked down the basement stairs, trying to see where Gibbs was hiding. "Sooo...you got your super secret dungeon down here?" he asked when he reached the bottom of the stairs, still looking around for the older man.
"Yup," came from close by, causing Tony to jump. He hadn't seen Gibbs squatting in the corner of the stairs. "It's right through there." Gibbs pointed to an inconspicuous looking door in the opposite wall. Tony had seen this door dozens of times, but had always thought it was some kind of storage room or other.
"Cool!" Tony beamed and made his way over to the door, only to be stopped by a strong grip around his bicep.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Um, well...there?" Tony replied with a raised eyebrow, privately thinking it was pretty damn obvious where he had been heading.
"We're not going to go into the dungeon," Gibbs replied. "Not tonight, and not the rest of the weekend." Tony opened his mouth to protest, but was silenced by one of Gibbs' famous glares. "You're gonna stay right here."
'Here', Tony realized, was the corner of the stairs where an old, worn rug laid. There was an ottoman, just as old and worn, standing in the middle of the rug. Tony frowned in disapproval.
"This is your place for now, Tony," Gibbs said. "You can take off the slippers, the rug is clean, so there's no danger of you hurting your feet. Come on, step up and inspect Tony's Place."
Tony wrinkled his nose and gave the ottoman a baleful glare. Great. He was going to sit on some stupid piece of furniture and watch Gibbs work on his stupid boat. Talk about a stupid waste of time.
Gibbs grabbed something from a shelf nearby and jingled it in front of Tony, causing the younger man's eyes to light up immediately. A second later, Tony stood - sans slippers - on the rug, an eager grin on his face. Gibbs grinned and shook his head in mock exasperation, then began to carefully but snugly wrap the wrist and ankle cuffs on Tony.
"We're going to take this slow, Tony," Gibbs explained, fastening the last ankle cuff with a small padlock and standing back up again. "If all goes well between us, we have the entire weekend, and then maybe other weekends, and then...who knows what else. No reason to rush. We're gonna do this the right way. Got that?"
Tony looked mesmerized at the supple leather wrapped around his wrists, twisting them this way and that to watch the overhead light being caught in the small padlocks. His cock was already whole-heartedly agreeing. "Yes, Boss," he said happily.
"Nuh-uh. Not 'Boss' here, Tony. Call me 'Gibbs' or 'Sir' but never 'Boss'. 'Boss' is for work. Got that?"
Tony blinked in surprise. "Not 'Boss'?" he asked, to make extra sure. "But...you hate being called 'Sir'."
Gibbs grinned. "Yeah, at work, because I do work for a living. But it's a show of respect to your dominant partner, Tony. I use it exclusively for play scenarios."
Tony cocked his head and then grinned. "Gotcha." The grin widened, and he added teasingly, "Sooo...no 'Master', huh?"
Instead of grinning back, Gibbs only gave the younger man a piercing look and stepped right up and into Tony's personal space. When their noses were practically touching, Gibbs growled, "You haven't earned the right to call me that, Tony." He waited a heartbeat to add meaningfully, "Not yet, anyway." He stepped back again, leaving Tony standing there wide-eyed, open-mouthed...and, judging by the obvious tenting of his cut offs, totally turned on. One corner of Gibbs' mouth curled up in a knowing grin. "Right then. Settle on the ottoman, Tony. Kneel down on it, and then put your hands behind your back." Tony obeyed automatically, still staring at Gibbs in wonder, and let himself manhandled until his ankles and wrists were chained together, effectively hog-tying him in place. "Comfy?" Gibbs asked with a knowing wink.
Tony rattled the chains experimentally, realizing he was effectively 'locked down'. Then he gave a full body wiggle to see how much he could move - hardly at all, he realized - and to see if the ottoman was able to comfortably hold his weight - it was. Tony beamed. "Very much so, Bo-- I mean, Gibbs. Sir. Um, sorry." He frowned at himself. "This is gonna get some getting used to, it's hard not to call you, you know, the B-word."
Gibbs grinned and ruffled Tony's hair. "You'll get the hang of it, I'm sure. Always knew you were a smart kid." He busied himself adjusting the length of the long chain that was hanging down from the banister above and then attached the loose end of it to the chains that were keeping the cuffs in Tony's back together. Therefore, he couldn't see Tony's face, but he felt the younger man's body relax at the compliment. Gibbs sighed to himself. He definitely had his work cut out for him, Gibbs realized. Tony was in desperate need of approval, he had always known that, but he decided right this very second that - while Tony was his sub - he was going to work a lot with positive reinforcement. The younger man was soaking up praise and approval, and he was going to get much better results dangling the carrot instead of using the stick. Too bad Gibbs was usually a stick kinda guy. He needed to make sure to remember that Tony was special.
Gibbs straightened up and smiled down at Tony who smiled back almost bashfully, looking like a shy five year old. "Still comfy?" he asked, and Tony dutifully gave another wiggle before nodding.
"Lovin' it so far, Sir," he replied sincerely.
Gibbs grinned and ruffled Tony's hair again. "See? Told ya you'd get the hang of it."
And Tony almost wiggled off the ottoman in reaction, preening at the praise.
Oh yeah, Gibbs thought, definitely gotta use the carrot more than the stick.
"So, what are we gonna do now?" Tony asked excitedly, looking around to see if Gibbs had more fun toys hidden on a shelf or in a box or something.
The older man grinned, knowing his answer was going to be ill received. "Well, you're gonna kneel there and look pretty and I'm gonna work on my boat. And we're gonna talk."
And Tony almost fell off the ottoman again, only this time, because he instinctively tried to get up to stomp his foot indignantly. "What?" he whined. "You promised kinky fun!"
Gibbs frowned disapprovingly, causing Tony to stop fidgeting and hang his head contritely instead. "There's method to my madness, Tony," Gibbs said with surprising patience while cupping the younger man's face in both hands. Tony looked up again, and visibly relaxed.
Ah, Gibbs thought, also gotta remember that Tony's a very tactile person. Praise and touch was the key to success here.
"Tony, do you know the concept of safe, sane and consensual?"
"Of course I do," Tony replied indignantly. "I'm not stupid." A second later, he yelped when Gibbs landed a reproving headslap. "Sorry."
Gibbs sighed. "Tony," he said, forcing the younger man to lock eyes with him. This was serious. They should've talked about this up in the living room, he realized. "We'll always act safe, sane and consensual here. And I promise you right now that you will always be safe with me."
Tony interrupted with a soft but solemn, "I've always felt safe with you, Gibbs." The older man smiled at that, warmed by the earnest admission, and then couldn't help but chuckle when Tony added with a slight grin, "Not sure we're sane though, Boss."
Gibbs landed the expected headslap for the slip up, but ended it with a caress to the back of Tony's head. "We're both definitely not sane," he admitted with a wink, but then grew serious again. "But our play, when we do play, will always be sane. Got that, Tony?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. As for the consensual part... We can't play consensually until we've discussed what we want and need. What we expect from each other."
"But...we did that already!" Tony jerked his head in the general direction of the living room.
"Oh really?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow, and Tony immediately knew that he had made a mistake. "So, if I decide to indulge in a bit of bastinado, you'll happily go along with it because we consented to try 'kinky fun' as you called it up there?" He jerked his head up the same way Tony had.
Tony blushed a little and tried to duck his head, but Gibbs' grip held him fast. "I...don't even know what that is," he finally admitted.
"Exactly. Which is why we need to talk before we start to play. Got that now?"
"Yes, Gibbs."
Gibbs rewarded Tony with a smile. "Good boy," he praised, releasing the younger man's face, watching in amusement how Tony immediately beamed again at the praise. "Now, one more thing," Gibbs continued with a warning tone of voice. "You're already restrained and bound. I normally wouldn't have done that before discussing consent, and definitely not before agreeing on safewords. However, I know you don't mind being cuffed, and you even mentioned bondage, though trust me, this isn't the kind of bondage I'd like to try out on you." Here, Gibbs flashed Tony a shark grin that left the younger man shivering in a combination of excitement and fear. "As for safewords, for now we'll use the traditional 'green, yellow, red'. Your homework for this weekend is to come up with your own slow word and safeword. If we decide to meet again, we'll use your own words from then on. Got me?"
Tony opened his mouth to automatically reply 'On it, Boss!' but caught himself just in time. Instead, he nodded his head. Then he wrinkled his nose. "Homework?" he asked unhappily.
Gibbs chuckled at that. "There'll be even more, fair warning, but for now, yes, think of two good words. For the time being, however, if there's any kind of physical or emotional stress, use 'yellow' or 'red'. I'm serious about this, Tony. If I ever find out that you should have used a safeword but didn't, I'm gonna whip your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for a week. We clear on that?"
Tony's eyes widened at that. He hadn't seen Gibbs look so serious since...well, it had been a while. His cock couldn't decide whether to stand up and beg at the prospect of finally having Gibbs touching his ass or to whither away in fear at the prospect of a punishment.
And Gibbs could clearly read the turmoil of emotions on Tony's face, because he commented dryly, "Which brings us back to the topic of consent, of course, because we will need to discuss parameters for punishments. See how important talking is, Tony?"
The younger man only nodded slowly, still trying to wrap his head around everything. This was way more complicated and involved than he had ever thought.
"Good. So, what am I going to do when I find out you didn't use a safeword when you should have?"
"Whip my ass so hard I won't be able to sit for a week. Um, Sir."
"Very good." Gibbs smiled approvingly. "So, we clear on the safewords?" Tony nodded. "We clear on your homework on safewords?" Tony nodded again. "We clear on why we need to talk before we can have kinky fun?" Here, Tony sighed forlornly, because he really wanted the kinky fun more than the talk, but he did understand why the talk was so important, and so he nodded once more. Which earned him an approving smile from Gibbs. "Atta boy, Tony. You're doing great." He gave the younger man's cheek a gentle pat and then walked over to his boat, picking up some sandpaper, deciding to wait and see what Tony would do next.
It took several minutes until an almost timid, "Gibbs?" could be heard.
Gibbs looked up and smiled encouragingly. "Yes, Tony?"
"Um...what's bastinado?"
The rest of the evening was a success as far as Gibbs was concerned. He wasn't so sure about Tony, though. The younger man looked bored, not to mention surprised that Gibbs had apparently found a new appreciation for long winded discussions.
Gibbs chuckled inwardly at the doubtful looks Tony kept sending his way. He was the first to admit that he was a man of few and fewer words, but in this situation, it was imperative to discuss certain things. And they were only at the beginning, but Gibbs had decided to keep the topics light and general the first night.
"So, tell me about your experiences, Tony," had been Gibbs' first order.
"Experiences with what, Sir?"
"Well, experiences with men, for one thing, and experiences with this life style for another."
Tony blinked and began to fidget on his ottoman. "I hang around Abby," he finally said, almost defensively.
Gibbs chuckled and put down his sandpaper. "So do I," he said with a grin. "And trust me, she's only half as kinky as I am." He waggled his eyebrows and turned back to his boat. "Ever been club hopping with her?"
Tony nodded slowly, but his brain had obviously screeched to a halt way before that question. After a long moment, he asked almost incredulously, "You're kinkier than she is?"
"Absolutely. Though I haven't played in years. And only ever with men. I don't play with women, Tony, so before your head explodes, no, I never played with Abby and I never will." Gibbs glanced at the younger man in amusement, then shook his head. "Now, back to you and your experienes. Other than club hopping with our favorite Goth, what have you done?"
Tony squirmed, suddenly feeling inadequate. He had had no idea that Gibbs had a single kinky bone in his body, not to mention that he was apparently an experienced player. "Well, I haven't really... I mean, I've always been curious, I just never really... In my line of work, I was always worried that...um..." Tony trailed off, shrugging helplessly.
"You don't have to explain yourself, Tony, I know how it is. I'm only interested in your experience. It's perfectly fine if you tell me you have none." Which Gibbs had clearly suspected right from the start.
But apparently, for Tony this was the wrong answer, especially after hearing that Gibbs was a seasoned pro at this. He squirmed again and looked decidedly unhappy, as if trying to find at least some nugget of experience he had made sometime in the past. "I've watched lots of kinky porn," he finally said, almost defiantly. "And read up on this. I've done research."
Gibbs sighed inwardly. He should've known that Tony's insecurity would rear its ugly head. He put the sandpaper down again and walked over to Tony, who immediately looked up in alarm.
"I used to have a girl friend who wanted me to spank her," he quickly added, with an almost triumphant look on his face, proud of himself that he had found something to share after all. "Though it wasn't really for me. Not the spanking itself, but being the one who delivers. I always wondered how it would be to be on the receiving end of an erotic spanking, but I didn't want to ask the girl friend, and even though I actually thought about asking Abby, I never really did. I'm not sure I could let a woman spank me..." He trailed off and leaned back a bit when Gibbs bent down until their noses almost touched again.
"Tony," Gibbs said with the patience of a saint, "I don't mind if you lack experience. In fact, I think it's great." He framed the younger man's face again and rewarded Tony with a truly sexy smile. "That means I can teach you all I know. I won't have to break you of any unwanted nonsense you might have picked up in the past. Blank canvas, Tony. I'm going to make you the perfect sub for me. How does that sound?"
Tony stared at Gibbs with wide eyes again and swallowed hard. His cock was almost painfully hard. Finally, he managed to croak, "Sounds good, Sir."
Gibbs patted Tony's cheek and winked. "Good boy." He turned back towards his boat, but was stopped when Tony called him softly. Curious, Gibbs looked back with a raised eyebrow. Tony's eyes were sparkling with mischief, and he flashed one of his mega-watt smiles.
"Of course, I've been in a kinky relationship for years now," he admitted. "See, my boss keeps smacking me on a regular basis..."
Gibbs laughed out loud at that, landed the expected, if gentle, headslap, and went back to his boat.
(cont'd in part 2)
Author: Gaby (sinfulslasher)
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/character: Leroy Jethro Gibbs / Anthony DiNozzo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ca. 17,000
Kink: first time, spankings, butt plugs, simple bondage, lots of talk about future kinky fun. ;-)
Notes: "Conditio Sine Qua Non" is Latin for "Condition without which it could not be" or "an essential condition and requirement".
Spoilers: This fic takes place during early Season 3. Mentions "Twilight" and especially "Mind Games".
Special thanks to spoonyriffic for beta help!
Summary: DiNozzo is thinking of leaving NCIS. Gibbs knows a way to keep the boy around.
Artist: antares04a Big thanks for the brilliant art!
(full-sized version of the brilliant bookcover can be found here.
Conditio Sine Qua Non
It all started with Kate's death really.
Gibbs didn't see it at first, but after watching Tony for a few days, he realized that the younger man didn't seem to come to terms with the loss of his co-worker. They all had trouble coping, but after attending Kate's funeral, Ducky, McGee and even Abby seemed to find some kind of peace of mind. Tony, however, kept going from one extreme to another - he was morose and downright depressed at one minute, and the next he was exuberant and joking as if his life depended on it.
A week or so later, the mood swings seemed to become less erratic, but Gibbs could still see that something was definitely off with his senior agent.
Tony was his usual flirty self whenever Paula Cassidy was around, but when he thought nobody was watching, he got a sad look on his face that reminded Gibbs of a kicked puppy. Tony was still a damn good shot during shooting practice, but he gave an almost imperceptible shiver whenever he touched his gun. Tony was still a damn good agent who continued to make his infamous mental leaps, but at the same time he grew reckless in the field, running after suspects without back-up. And he kept running, period - before work, after work, even during lunch break - but not in a manner to keep himself fit. Gibbs could see that Tony was punishing his body in some way, especially his still weak lungs, with the bout of Y pestis still fresh on everyone's mind.
It was obvious that Tony was careless, reckless, and acted downright suicidal on occasion. And that just wouldn't do.
Gibbs had finally decided to give his second-in-command a good talking to - and then Kyle Boone walked into his life again.
He had hated the bastard's gut from the very beginning. He knew it was the wrong thing to get involved into the bastard's mind games again. But SecNav had ordered him to interview Boone, and like a good little Marine, he had done exactly that.
And before he knew it, all those missing and dead women came back to haunt him.
And it wasn't just Boone's victims that were suddenly invading his dreams.
There were a myriad of women - it started with his mother, who had passed away decades ago. There were Shannon and Kelly, of course, and it hurt like fuck to even think about them because he had nobody - absolutely nobody - he could share his loss with. There were the ten-plus female victims of Kyle Boone. There was Kate. And then it turned out that there were even more victims that Boone had killed, and nobody knew about.
And when, at the end of the case, Paula Cassidy got kidnapped, Gibbs all but lost it.
Even though she was found - alive, not dead - she was injured, and all Gibbs could think about was potentially losing yet another woman. As Ducky had so painfully yet rightfully pointed out - it was one thing to lose men in the field, but it was entirely something else to lose a female co-worker. And so seeing Tony blaming himself and beating himself up over Paula's kidnapping only fueled Gibbs' anger. It had been his fault, not Tony's, and he felt so damn helpless about it all.
And god, after everything that had happened lately, he desperately needed to get out of his head.
So Gibbs spent the night of Boone's execution in his basement, working on his boat. It took him about ten minutes to realize that it wouldn't help in any way, even though the boat usually helped him relax. The rhythmic sanding, the repetitive movement over hours at a time normally helped him get lost in his own head.
The only problem right now was that he wasn't the only one who needed to get out of his head. He also needed others to leave his head, and instead of just blanking his mind, the continuous swoosh-swoosh of the sandpaper on the boat's ripcage lured all those female victims to join him in his basement, looking at him silently, accusingly, making him responsible for their pain and their death.
Gibbs barely managed to leave the basement before he took a hammer to his boat.
The next evening, he decided to go to the gym instead. He realized that he needed some kind of physical release to help him blank his mind, and usually, a round against the sandbag did the trick.
The only problem was that he managed to smash the damn bag up until sand was trickling to the floor. And instead of feeling sedate and calm, the endorphins pushed him over the edge, and he went in search for a sparring partner. After three rounds in the ring, the poor man threw in the towel, nursing a black eye, a bleeding nose and a swollen lip.
And Gibbs was more agitated than ever.
But at least now he knew what he really needed. The boxing was at least going in the right direction. But it had to be more...intimate. He didn't just need to physically exhaust himself, he didn't just need endorphins rushing through his body to make him feel alive - he needed more. And he knew exactly where to get it.
It had been years since the last time he had gone to such a club.
Gibbs sat in his car, parked across the street from the club's entrance, watching a steady stream of young, good looking men enter the place.
God, he felt old.
He knew that the music would be too loud, the lights too bright, and the booze outrageously expensive. Was it really such a good idea to visit a place like that? He could basically smell the testosterone, he could almost taste it, and while he knew that a good handful of those twinks would fawn over the stern Marine, Gibbs suddenly realized that simply finding a nice piece of tight ass to fuck wasn't going to solve any of his problems.
It might, of course, create new ones.
And if there was one thing he did not need, it was new problems.
Hell, he wasn't even a friend of gay clubs, especially of the kind that catered to the more...unusual tastes, but he knew that he needed something extreme to get out of his own head. A simple fuck wasn't going to slay his demons; he needed to wield the whip and make someone submit to him in the truest sense of the word. He needed the absolutely heady experience that only true Top headspace could give him. He could almost feel the first tingling sensation crawling up his spine as he watched young man after young man enter the club.
Oh yeah. He was going to pick one of the twinks, get his rocks off the hard way, and hopefully feel better afterwards. It was an unusual way to slay demons, but it had helped after the first time he worked on the Boone case, and a few times after that, and it was going to work this time as well.
But for some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to get out of his car and actually cross the street. Instead, he stayed behind the wheel, watching twink after twink shake their ass and flirt with the bouncer.
And then he suddenly saw someone slowly walk down the street. Someone he had never thought he'd see in this part of town.
Tony DiNozzo.
His senior agent was walking straight towards the club entrance - only to stop right next to it, hovering near the bouncer, looking up and down the street. He seemed...nervous, for lack of a better term, and that was something Gibbs had never thought he'd see. The Tony DiNozzo he knew was full of energy, all but bouncing with it, wild, exuberant, and always eager to try new things.
Though...the kind of things you'd find in this particular club wasn't something he had pegged Tony to be interested in. Tony, the ladies' man. Tony, the womanizer.
Gibbs frowned as he watched the wide-eyed look on Tony's face. The younger man seemed to jump out of his skin when a leather biker, a real bear of a guy, brushed passed him and gave him an appraising look. Gibbs growled, ready to jump out of the car and break the bastard's arm for daring to touch his Tony.
Whoa.
Gibbs actually sputtered when he realized what he had just thought. But...damn, seeing Tony standing there, in his skin-tight black jeans, the bright red tee shirt that seemed two sizes too small, the slightly spiky hair - all of it made sure that Tony had "ravish me!" written all over his forehead. Or his ass. And what a fine ass it was.
But at the same time, Tony looked as if he had no idea what he was about to get himself into. No matter how good he was at working undercover, he suddenly looked more like a kid who had snuck into an X-rated movie.
Gibbs realized with a start that this was apparently the next step in Tony's road to self destruction. Or maybe it was just something that Tony seemed to think he needed. Just like Gibbs needed the kind of physical and mental release only a really good Top headspace could give him, maybe Tony instinctively knew that submitting and getting out of his head in such a fashion was the only way to get over Kate's death.
And suddenly, Gibbs saw red at the mere thought of anyone touching that boy.
He was about to open the door and get out of his car when he saw Tony take another long look at the club and then bolt down the street again, all but running, as if the devil himself was chasing him.
Apparently, there was only so much courage Tony could muster, and Gibbs was genuinely grateful that the younger man had lost his nerves before it was too late. Because Gibbs had honestly no idea how he would have explained to his senior agent why he was loitering in front of a gay sex club.
The next morning, Tony walked into the squad room, barely suppressing a yawn. His hair was sticking up and his clothing was crumpled.
"Well, well, well, looks like you had a rough night," Paula greeted him with an evil snicker.
"Ah, you know how it is," Tony replied, managing to turn on his mega-watt smile within a millisecond. "So many women, so little time."
"Don't tell me you didn't get any sleep because you were bed-hopping, DiNozzo!" Paula scoffed. A second later, she smirked. "Maybe threesomes would be more your thing. Less mileage to think about."
Tony had just opened his mouth to reply, but only managed a surprised yelp of pain when Gibbs showed up out of nowhere and headslapped him. "Decided to join us after all, DiNozzo? Where the hell were you?"
"Oh! Coffee run, Boss! Here!" Tony beamed at Gibbs and held up a coffee from the older man's favorite place.
Gibbs gave the cup a long look before taking it. In the background, he heard Paula mutter, "Suck up." He quickly took a sip of the coffee to hide his grin, and then sent her downstairs to see why McGee was holed up in Abby's lab again.
The second he was alone with Tony, Gibbs locked eyes with the younger man. Tony immediately began to fidget and tried to charm his boss with a guileless smile.
"You been partying, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, giving his senior agent a slow once over.
"No, Boss, of course not. I'd never go out on a school night." Tony managed to look like an innocent five year old.
But Gibbs, of course, knew better. "Uh-huh. 'So many women, so little time'?" he quoted with a raised eyebrow.
"No women last night, Boss, I solemnly swear. Scout's honor." Tony raised his hand and gave a solemn look.
Well, at least he wasn't lying this time, Gibbs thought, unless Tony had gone to find himself a female bed partner after running away from the gay club, but Gibbs didn't think Tony had. He gave a short nod, indicating that Tony should start working.
The younger man started his computer and was typing one of his overdue reports for a few minutes, but then began to play some kind of online game, judging by the frantic clicking of his computer mouse. Gibbs raised an eyebrow at that and sent a warning look over his monitor. Tony seemed to sense the glare because he immediately went back to typing.
For about two minutes.
Gibbs looked up when he realized that there were no more typing sounds. Instead, Tony was frantically working on his cell phone, apparently writing a text message. Gibbs frowned. It was obvious that the younger man was all over the place mentally. Tony needed structure in his life, now more than ever, and Gibbs' resolve to do something about the situation strengthened. He waited until Tony had gone back to writing his report and then called softly, "Hey, Tony."
Tony looked up over his monitor. "Boss?" he asked curiously, surprised by the use of his first name. Back when the team consisted of just the two of them, Gibbs had called him 'Tony' regularly, but once they had added others to the team again, he was suddenly back to 'DiNozzo', and Tony had no idea why. He liked it much better when Gibbs used his first name. It made him feel special. Sometimes, he wished it was just the two of them again. Not that he minded having the Probie around. Or that he minded working with Kate.
Having worked with Kate.
Tony frowned, losing his half-smile as he looked across the squad room to Kate's desk. Damn, he still couldn't believe she was gone.
Gibbs frowned as well when he followed the direction of Tony's look, and then realized what was going on. He had always been able to read Tony like an open book, and the younger man was so clearly hurting like now, he looked as if he was ready to bolt at the first sudden movement.
And that was Gibbs' biggest problem. He was afraid that Tony would quit. Not many people knew, but Tony had left his previous jobs after losing his partners. It was never his fault, but Tony being Tony, he had felt guilty and couldn't stand the idea of being reminded of his dead partners. Gibbs had seen Tony blanching and visibly closing off whenever someone had mentioned Kate's name lately. Sitting across from her desk definitely wasn't helping either. He needed to find a way to keep Tony around this time, and the only way to make him stay was to offer him something that the younger man so obviously needed - safety, structure, and a firm hand.
Gibbs whistled sharply to get Tony to focus on him again. The younger man's eyes immediately snapped back to Gibbs, and he gave an embarrassed little grin. "Sorry, Boss." Gibbs only crooked his finger in a 'come here' gesture, and Tony immediately jumped up and walked over until he stood in front of his boss' desk. Gibbs smiled to himself. The boy had always been eager to obey his every order, and he lived for Gibbs' approval. There was definitely potential, he just needed to take Tony into his very capable hands and...mold him.
Gibbs looked at Tony until the younger man began to squirm nervously. Then, and only then, he said in an almost bored manner. "Tonight, 7 PM. My place."
Now more confused than curious, Tony asked again, "Boss?"
"You heard me."
Tony blinked, then smiled brightly. "Yes, Boss!" he exclaimed, surprising Gibbs with his exuberance. Then again, he shouldn't have been surprised. Tony loved being the center of attention - especially when it was Gibbs' attention - and he clearly needed something to distract himself from the memory of Kate's death. Spending an evening with his boss seemed to be right up his alley, judging by Tony's happy little jig on his way back to his desk.
The question that came a couple of minutes later confirmed Gibbs' theory. "Hey, Boss?" Gibbs only raised an inquiring eyebrow. "It...it's just gonna be the two of us, right? I...I mean, not that I mind having the others around or anything, don't get me wrong, it's just that, well, the way you said it, it just kinda sounded as if it's just--"
"Just you and me, DiNozzo."
"Cool!" Tony went back to his report, looking relaxed and happy.
Gibbs came back from a coffee run a few minutes later and walked past Tony's desk when the younger man stopped him by asking, "Want me to bring anything? Pizza? Chinese? Beer? Anything at all?"
Tony looked so eager, trying so hard to please, that it almost broke Gibbs' heart. The boy definitely needed some special one-on-one quality time, and Gibbs was now more resolved than ever to give him exactly that. He saw McGee and Paula stepping out of the elevator and timed his reply so that they would be able to hear the last of his comment.
"Tony, no need to bring anything. I'll provide food and drinks." Here, Gibbs leaned in to whisper sotto voce, "And...entertainment." He gave an enigmatic little grin, amused by Tony's wide-eyed stare, and then sat down at his desk to enjoy McGee and Paula having a field day with what they had overheard.
That same evening at five minutes to seven, Tony stood on Gibbs' front porch, wondering what the hell he was doing there and what his boss could possibly want from him. Throughout the day, the older man had given off the weirdest vibes. They were good vibes, nice vibes, the kind of vibes that made Tony feel all tingly inside, though he had no idea why. Gibbs had growled a lot, but not in the 'angry, wounded bear' kind of way. More in the 'you'd better behave or I'll slap you - and not necessarily on the back of your head' kind of way.
Tony really liked those vibes.
But he still had no clue why Gibbs had finally invited him to spend the evening with him in his own home. Normally, he had to beg the older man to be allowed to spend any kind of time in that house, and he wasn't above using a little white lie on occasion - Gibbs must think that he was living in the world's worst dump, judging by all the 'exploded boilers' and 'burst water pipes'. But sometimes, Tony needed a little TLC, and pathetic as it might sound, but spending time with his boss, even if it was sleeping under the same roof as the older man, usually did the trick.
So, being told to show up was like a wet dream. But...how come he was so fucking nervous all of a sudden?
The door was opened, and Gibbs gave Tony a long look. "You going to come inside or wait till the neighbors call the cops on you for loitering?"
"Uh, sorry, Boss. I was just...never mind." Tony plastered a big smile on his face and followed Gibbs into the house. A second later, his nose twitched. "Pizza?" he asked hopefully as he entered the living room.
"Pepperoni, sausage and extra cheese."
"Wow, Boss, must be love." Tony grinned happily, plunked down on the couch and opened the pizza box.
Gibbs came back from the kitchen, two bottles of beer in his hand, one of which he offered the younger man. "One beer, nothing more," he said soberly. "I want to talk to you about something."
Tony stopped in mid-chew and gave Gibbs a speculative look. "I'm not gonna like this, am I?" he asked.
Gibbs shrugged. "Depends." He thought for a long moment, then grinned. "Actually, I think you might. After you get over the initial shock."
The younger man blinked and leaned back against the couch. He took a long swig of the beer. "You've never been one for small talk. Always straight to the point. One of the things I like about you, Gibbs." He cocked his head. "So, hit me, I guess."
Gibbs grinned at the double meaning of this suggestion, but only shook his head and then grew serious again. "Okay, I'm gonna come right out with it. Tony, I saw you last night."
Tony frowned. "Saw me? Where?"
"That club. Near Dupont Circle." Tony, who had been in the middle of taking another long swig, promptly choked and began to cough helplessly. For a long moment, he was trying to figure out how best to deny his presense there, but then Gibbs quietly offered, "Think, Tony. How, do you think, did I manage to see you there, hmm?"
The younger man blinked and wiped a couple of tears away from the coughing fit. Then he frowned. A long moment later, he managed to connect the dots. "You went to a gay club?" he blurted, staring at Gibbs as if his boss had suddenly grown a second head.
"Actually, no, I didn't. I was about to when I saw you." Gibbs leaned back in his easy chair, rolling the beer bottle between his hands contemplatively. After a few seconds, he looked at his guest. "Tony," he said calmly, "I was looking for some...distraction. A special kind of distraction."
Tony only muttered something affirmative and shoved more pizza into his mouth.
"And I think you were looking for the same kind of distraction. Well, not the same kind. Actually, the opposite kind." Gibbs frowned, frustrated that he couldn't seem to make sense. He sighed. "What I mean is...two sides of the same coin. You know?"
"Not really," Tony admitted with a helpless shrug, then took a deep breath. He was nothing but brave, and he usually babbled when he should better keep his mouth shut. "I don't know what you were looking for there, Gibbs, but I had an itch I wanted to scratch, and I thought I'd find the right person there to scratch it."
"But you didn't." It was a statement, not a question, and Gibbs seemed surprisingly unperturbed by Tony's confession. "You got scared and ran away. That was damn smart, Tony, because they would've eaten you alive in that place." Tony immediately opened his mouth to protest, but Gibbs silenced him with a simple look. "Trust me, Tony, I know."
The younger man glared defiantly, then asked, "So, you invited me here to fire me over pizza and beer?" He looked equal parts defeated and relieved.
Gibbs saw this as a clear sign that his senior agent was really thinking about quitting. "No!" he said forcefully. "No, Tony, most definitely not. I asked you here to talk about the itch you mentioned. Got one of my own, you know?"
Tony raised a surprised eyebrow, not exactly sure what to say. "That why you went to the club last night?" he finally asked.
"Yeah. Didn't go in though." Gibbs shrugged. "I thought I needed to get out of my head after...what has happened lately." They shared a look, knowing exactly what Gibbs meant. "Still think I need to get out of my head. But, Tony...I don't think I need some nameless twink to get my rocks off." He sighed, closed his eyes for a long moment, and then just plowed on. "It's not about topping some stranger. I...need more, Tony. And I think you do, too." He finally locked eyes with the younger man, hoping Tony wasn't going to run away screaming.
But instead, Tony just sat in the middle of the couch, calmly chewing his pizza. "What do you think I was looking for?" he asked neutrally.
"A guy to top you. To help you forget. To help you stop thinking." Gibbs shrugged again. "Been there, done that, have the kinky toys to prove it. But...you've never done anything like that, have you? Tony, look, I don't want you to think I'm expecting you to put out. If you say no, you can leave and we'll never mention this discussion again. But I sincerely think that we both could...benefit from each other." Gibbs grimaced, hating the way this had come out. He shouldn't have worried though, because Tony was focusing on something else entirely.
"You got kinky toys?" he asked, leaning forward eagerly. "What kind of toys?"
One side of Gibbs' mouth curled up in a half smile. "A wide range of toys," he replied. "They're downstairs in my dungeon."
"You have a dungeon?! For kinky fun?" Tony leaned even more forward, almost falling off the couch.
Gibbs chuckled. "Yeah. Focus, Tony, I'm trying to have a serious conversation here." The younger man nodded enthusiastically, but his mind was clearly already wandering into Gibbs' basement to explore the wonderful world of all things kink. "So...I was thinking..." Gibbs trailed off, not sure how to phrase his proposal.
But Tony came to the rescue. He smiled broadly and said, "You want to see if tying me up and spanking my ass will help you get out of your head." He grinned teasingly. "'Cause I gotta tell ya, Boss, the idea of you tying me up and then spanking my ass sure helps me get out of my head."
Well, Tony was nothing if not straightforward, Gibbs realized with a chuckle. "Something along those lines, yeah," he admitted.
"Okay," Tony said, leaning against the back of the couch again. He thought about this for a long moment, then cocked his head. "So, what exactly were you thinking then?" he finally asked.
Gibbs sighed and rolled his bottle of now luke warm beer between his hands. It had all sounded like such a brilliant idea in theory, but saying it out loud, especially in front of the person he was planning to do the naughty stuff with... "Well, as I said, I've done this before, though it's been years, so I'm a little rusty. And you clearly never did anything like that, so you might find that it's really not up your alley after all. I was thinking we'd give this...a trial run."
"A trial run?" Tony got a contemplative look on his face, then frowned. "You mean, we have some kinky fun, no strings attached?"
Gibbs shook his head. "Not what I said, Tony, and not what I mean. Trial run, to see if we're...compatible, yeah. But strings attached insofar that, if we like what we do, we'll do it again."
Tony grabbed another slice of pizza and took a hearty bite out of it. Then he gave Gibbs a lecherous grin. "Oh, trust me, when I like what you do to me, I'll come back for seconds. You just try and stop me."
The older man chuckled softly at that. He wasn't entirely convinced that what he planned to do was exactly the kind of thing Tony expected, but he was going to do his very best to make it interesting enough for the younger man to come back for seconds...and thirds. "That's good to hear, Tony. So, trial run okay with ya?"
"Sure." Tony shrugged and finished the pizza, then rubbed his palms against his jeans. "Okay. Trial run. Meaning exactly?"
"Well, I was thinking we'd spend a weekend together. Say, Friday evening till..." Gibbs looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. "Sunday afternoon, around four? That would give us enough time to get to know each other."
"Aw, come on, Gibbs, we've worked together for over three years, we know each other."
"I mean in the kinky sense, Tony." Gibbs shook his head with a smile. "Compatible, ya know?"
"Oh. Right. I knew that. Sorry." Tony pulled a face at his own stupidity, then grinned. "Sounds like a plan. When do we start?"
"Well, depends," Gibbs said with a grin of his own, then he nodded towards the front door. "You got an overnight bag with ya?"
"Just my gym stuff," Tony admitted. "You know, an old tee and cut off sweats."
"Good enough. You won't be needing much else anyway." Gibbs flashed a lecherous grin. "I'd say we start right now. The sooner, the better." He thought for a long moment, and then grew serious. "But only if you really want this, Tony. This is off the record. I don't want anyone accusing me of coercing my team members."
Tony frowned and looked hurt. "I'd never do that, Boss," he said quietly. "Look, I've always wondered about...this kind of life style." He made a vague hand motion. "And last night, I just...I felt the need to, you know, give this a try. Dunno why exactly, I just did. But then I stood there and I saw all those big buff leather guys and I just...freaked. That's not what I was looking for. And I...I didn't feel safe. How can I feel safe with someone I don't know, much less trust? But you? You're Gibbs! I don't know anyone I trust more."
Gibbs smiled softly at that. Tony had managed to sum up exactly how he had been feeling the night before. "Ditto, Tony." He gave a curt nod and stood up. "Grab your gear, bring it upstairs, change into your sweats and then come join me. Your ass is mine till Sunday afternoon." He walked towards the door, knowing that Tony would obey him. "Oh, and wear shoes. There are some slippers in the guest bathroom. Don't want you to step into any shavings and hurt yourself. If I make you bleed, it'll be from my whip." He gave Tony a shark grin that they both knew wasn't meant to be serious, then headed for the basement, whistling happily.
About ten minutes later, Tony walked down the basement stairs, trying to see where Gibbs was hiding. "Sooo...you got your super secret dungeon down here?" he asked when he reached the bottom of the stairs, still looking around for the older man.
"Yup," came from close by, causing Tony to jump. He hadn't seen Gibbs squatting in the corner of the stairs. "It's right through there." Gibbs pointed to an inconspicuous looking door in the opposite wall. Tony had seen this door dozens of times, but had always thought it was some kind of storage room or other.
"Cool!" Tony beamed and made his way over to the door, only to be stopped by a strong grip around his bicep.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Um, well...there?" Tony replied with a raised eyebrow, privately thinking it was pretty damn obvious where he had been heading.
"We're not going to go into the dungeon," Gibbs replied. "Not tonight, and not the rest of the weekend." Tony opened his mouth to protest, but was silenced by one of Gibbs' famous glares. "You're gonna stay right here."
'Here', Tony realized, was the corner of the stairs where an old, worn rug laid. There was an ottoman, just as old and worn, standing in the middle of the rug. Tony frowned in disapproval.
"This is your place for now, Tony," Gibbs said. "You can take off the slippers, the rug is clean, so there's no danger of you hurting your feet. Come on, step up and inspect Tony's Place."
Tony wrinkled his nose and gave the ottoman a baleful glare. Great. He was going to sit on some stupid piece of furniture and watch Gibbs work on his stupid boat. Talk about a stupid waste of time.
Gibbs grabbed something from a shelf nearby and jingled it in front of Tony, causing the younger man's eyes to light up immediately. A second later, Tony stood - sans slippers - on the rug, an eager grin on his face. Gibbs grinned and shook his head in mock exasperation, then began to carefully but snugly wrap the wrist and ankle cuffs on Tony.
"We're going to take this slow, Tony," Gibbs explained, fastening the last ankle cuff with a small padlock and standing back up again. "If all goes well between us, we have the entire weekend, and then maybe other weekends, and then...who knows what else. No reason to rush. We're gonna do this the right way. Got that?"
Tony looked mesmerized at the supple leather wrapped around his wrists, twisting them this way and that to watch the overhead light being caught in the small padlocks. His cock was already whole-heartedly agreeing. "Yes, Boss," he said happily.
"Nuh-uh. Not 'Boss' here, Tony. Call me 'Gibbs' or 'Sir' but never 'Boss'. 'Boss' is for work. Got that?"
Tony blinked in surprise. "Not 'Boss'?" he asked, to make extra sure. "But...you hate being called 'Sir'."
Gibbs grinned. "Yeah, at work, because I do work for a living. But it's a show of respect to your dominant partner, Tony. I use it exclusively for play scenarios."
Tony cocked his head and then grinned. "Gotcha." The grin widened, and he added teasingly, "Sooo...no 'Master', huh?"
Instead of grinning back, Gibbs only gave the younger man a piercing look and stepped right up and into Tony's personal space. When their noses were practically touching, Gibbs growled, "You haven't earned the right to call me that, Tony." He waited a heartbeat to add meaningfully, "Not yet, anyway." He stepped back again, leaving Tony standing there wide-eyed, open-mouthed...and, judging by the obvious tenting of his cut offs, totally turned on. One corner of Gibbs' mouth curled up in a knowing grin. "Right then. Settle on the ottoman, Tony. Kneel down on it, and then put your hands behind your back." Tony obeyed automatically, still staring at Gibbs in wonder, and let himself manhandled until his ankles and wrists were chained together, effectively hog-tying him in place. "Comfy?" Gibbs asked with a knowing wink.
Tony rattled the chains experimentally, realizing he was effectively 'locked down'. Then he gave a full body wiggle to see how much he could move - hardly at all, he realized - and to see if the ottoman was able to comfortably hold his weight - it was. Tony beamed. "Very much so, Bo-- I mean, Gibbs. Sir. Um, sorry." He frowned at himself. "This is gonna get some getting used to, it's hard not to call you, you know, the B-word."
Gibbs grinned and ruffled Tony's hair. "You'll get the hang of it, I'm sure. Always knew you were a smart kid." He busied himself adjusting the length of the long chain that was hanging down from the banister above and then attached the loose end of it to the chains that were keeping the cuffs in Tony's back together. Therefore, he couldn't see Tony's face, but he felt the younger man's body relax at the compliment. Gibbs sighed to himself. He definitely had his work cut out for him, Gibbs realized. Tony was in desperate need of approval, he had always known that, but he decided right this very second that - while Tony was his sub - he was going to work a lot with positive reinforcement. The younger man was soaking up praise and approval, and he was going to get much better results dangling the carrot instead of using the stick. Too bad Gibbs was usually a stick kinda guy. He needed to make sure to remember that Tony was special.
Gibbs straightened up and smiled down at Tony who smiled back almost bashfully, looking like a shy five year old. "Still comfy?" he asked, and Tony dutifully gave another wiggle before nodding.
"Lovin' it so far, Sir," he replied sincerely.
Gibbs grinned and ruffled Tony's hair again. "See? Told ya you'd get the hang of it."
And Tony almost wiggled off the ottoman in reaction, preening at the praise.
Oh yeah, Gibbs thought, definitely gotta use the carrot more than the stick.
"So, what are we gonna do now?" Tony asked excitedly, looking around to see if Gibbs had more fun toys hidden on a shelf or in a box or something.
The older man grinned, knowing his answer was going to be ill received. "Well, you're gonna kneel there and look pretty and I'm gonna work on my boat. And we're gonna talk."
And Tony almost fell off the ottoman again, only this time, because he instinctively tried to get up to stomp his foot indignantly. "What?" he whined. "You promised kinky fun!"
Gibbs frowned disapprovingly, causing Tony to stop fidgeting and hang his head contritely instead. "There's method to my madness, Tony," Gibbs said with surprising patience while cupping the younger man's face in both hands. Tony looked up again, and visibly relaxed.
Ah, Gibbs thought, also gotta remember that Tony's a very tactile person. Praise and touch was the key to success here.
"Tony, do you know the concept of safe, sane and consensual?"
"Of course I do," Tony replied indignantly. "I'm not stupid." A second later, he yelped when Gibbs landed a reproving headslap. "Sorry."
Gibbs sighed. "Tony," he said, forcing the younger man to lock eyes with him. This was serious. They should've talked about this up in the living room, he realized. "We'll always act safe, sane and consensual here. And I promise you right now that you will always be safe with me."
Tony interrupted with a soft but solemn, "I've always felt safe with you, Gibbs." The older man smiled at that, warmed by the earnest admission, and then couldn't help but chuckle when Tony added with a slight grin, "Not sure we're sane though, Boss."
Gibbs landed the expected headslap for the slip up, but ended it with a caress to the back of Tony's head. "We're both definitely not sane," he admitted with a wink, but then grew serious again. "But our play, when we do play, will always be sane. Got that, Tony?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. As for the consensual part... We can't play consensually until we've discussed what we want and need. What we expect from each other."
"But...we did that already!" Tony jerked his head in the general direction of the living room.
"Oh really?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow, and Tony immediately knew that he had made a mistake. "So, if I decide to indulge in a bit of bastinado, you'll happily go along with it because we consented to try 'kinky fun' as you called it up there?" He jerked his head up the same way Tony had.
Tony blushed a little and tried to duck his head, but Gibbs' grip held him fast. "I...don't even know what that is," he finally admitted.
"Exactly. Which is why we need to talk before we start to play. Got that now?"
"Yes, Gibbs."
Gibbs rewarded Tony with a smile. "Good boy," he praised, releasing the younger man's face, watching in amusement how Tony immediately beamed again at the praise. "Now, one more thing," Gibbs continued with a warning tone of voice. "You're already restrained and bound. I normally wouldn't have done that before discussing consent, and definitely not before agreeing on safewords. However, I know you don't mind being cuffed, and you even mentioned bondage, though trust me, this isn't the kind of bondage I'd like to try out on you." Here, Gibbs flashed Tony a shark grin that left the younger man shivering in a combination of excitement and fear. "As for safewords, for now we'll use the traditional 'green, yellow, red'. Your homework for this weekend is to come up with your own slow word and safeword. If we decide to meet again, we'll use your own words from then on. Got me?"
Tony opened his mouth to automatically reply 'On it, Boss!' but caught himself just in time. Instead, he nodded his head. Then he wrinkled his nose. "Homework?" he asked unhappily.
Gibbs chuckled at that. "There'll be even more, fair warning, but for now, yes, think of two good words. For the time being, however, if there's any kind of physical or emotional stress, use 'yellow' or 'red'. I'm serious about this, Tony. If I ever find out that you should have used a safeword but didn't, I'm gonna whip your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for a week. We clear on that?"
Tony's eyes widened at that. He hadn't seen Gibbs look so serious since...well, it had been a while. His cock couldn't decide whether to stand up and beg at the prospect of finally having Gibbs touching his ass or to whither away in fear at the prospect of a punishment.
And Gibbs could clearly read the turmoil of emotions on Tony's face, because he commented dryly, "Which brings us back to the topic of consent, of course, because we will need to discuss parameters for punishments. See how important talking is, Tony?"
The younger man only nodded slowly, still trying to wrap his head around everything. This was way more complicated and involved than he had ever thought.
"Good. So, what am I going to do when I find out you didn't use a safeword when you should have?"
"Whip my ass so hard I won't be able to sit for a week. Um, Sir."
"Very good." Gibbs smiled approvingly. "So, we clear on the safewords?" Tony nodded. "We clear on your homework on safewords?" Tony nodded again. "We clear on why we need to talk before we can have kinky fun?" Here, Tony sighed forlornly, because he really wanted the kinky fun more than the talk, but he did understand why the talk was so important, and so he nodded once more. Which earned him an approving smile from Gibbs. "Atta boy, Tony. You're doing great." He gave the younger man's cheek a gentle pat and then walked over to his boat, picking up some sandpaper, deciding to wait and see what Tony would do next.
It took several minutes until an almost timid, "Gibbs?" could be heard.
Gibbs looked up and smiled encouragingly. "Yes, Tony?"
"Um...what's bastinado?"
The rest of the evening was a success as far as Gibbs was concerned. He wasn't so sure about Tony, though. The younger man looked bored, not to mention surprised that Gibbs had apparently found a new appreciation for long winded discussions.
Gibbs chuckled inwardly at the doubtful looks Tony kept sending his way. He was the first to admit that he was a man of few and fewer words, but in this situation, it was imperative to discuss certain things. And they were only at the beginning, but Gibbs had decided to keep the topics light and general the first night.
"So, tell me about your experiences, Tony," had been Gibbs' first order.
"Experiences with what, Sir?"
"Well, experiences with men, for one thing, and experiences with this life style for another."
Tony blinked and began to fidget on his ottoman. "I hang around Abby," he finally said, almost defensively.
Gibbs chuckled and put down his sandpaper. "So do I," he said with a grin. "And trust me, she's only half as kinky as I am." He waggled his eyebrows and turned back to his boat. "Ever been club hopping with her?"
Tony nodded slowly, but his brain had obviously screeched to a halt way before that question. After a long moment, he asked almost incredulously, "You're kinkier than she is?"
"Absolutely. Though I haven't played in years. And only ever with men. I don't play with women, Tony, so before your head explodes, no, I never played with Abby and I never will." Gibbs glanced at the younger man in amusement, then shook his head. "Now, back to you and your experienes. Other than club hopping with our favorite Goth, what have you done?"
Tony squirmed, suddenly feeling inadequate. He had had no idea that Gibbs had a single kinky bone in his body, not to mention that he was apparently an experienced player. "Well, I haven't really... I mean, I've always been curious, I just never really... In my line of work, I was always worried that...um..." Tony trailed off, shrugging helplessly.
"You don't have to explain yourself, Tony, I know how it is. I'm only interested in your experience. It's perfectly fine if you tell me you have none." Which Gibbs had clearly suspected right from the start.
But apparently, for Tony this was the wrong answer, especially after hearing that Gibbs was a seasoned pro at this. He squirmed again and looked decidedly unhappy, as if trying to find at least some nugget of experience he had made sometime in the past. "I've watched lots of kinky porn," he finally said, almost defiantly. "And read up on this. I've done research."
Gibbs sighed inwardly. He should've known that Tony's insecurity would rear its ugly head. He put the sandpaper down again and walked over to Tony, who immediately looked up in alarm.
"I used to have a girl friend who wanted me to spank her," he quickly added, with an almost triumphant look on his face, proud of himself that he had found something to share after all. "Though it wasn't really for me. Not the spanking itself, but being the one who delivers. I always wondered how it would be to be on the receiving end of an erotic spanking, but I didn't want to ask the girl friend, and even though I actually thought about asking Abby, I never really did. I'm not sure I could let a woman spank me..." He trailed off and leaned back a bit when Gibbs bent down until their noses almost touched again.
"Tony," Gibbs said with the patience of a saint, "I don't mind if you lack experience. In fact, I think it's great." He framed the younger man's face again and rewarded Tony with a truly sexy smile. "That means I can teach you all I know. I won't have to break you of any unwanted nonsense you might have picked up in the past. Blank canvas, Tony. I'm going to make you the perfect sub for me. How does that sound?"
Tony stared at Gibbs with wide eyes again and swallowed hard. His cock was almost painfully hard. Finally, he managed to croak, "Sounds good, Sir."
Gibbs patted Tony's cheek and winked. "Good boy." He turned back towards his boat, but was stopped when Tony called him softly. Curious, Gibbs looked back with a raised eyebrow. Tony's eyes were sparkling with mischief, and he flashed one of his mega-watt smiles.
"Of course, I've been in a kinky relationship for years now," he admitted. "See, my boss keeps smacking me on a regular basis..."
Gibbs laughed out loud at that, landed the expected, if gentle, headslap, and went back to his boat.
(cont'd in part 2)