Fic: Sticks and Stones
Title: Sticks and Stones
Author: rainbow_romeo
Genre: Slash
Words: ~1600
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Prompt: “Gibbs/DiNozzo, verbal humiliation” from sarkywoman‘s NCIS kink meme
Summary: Tony really is a manwhore.
A/N: Beware major second “B” Gibbs, uber-slut!Tony and overall porn cheesiness
“You really are… a slut, they call it? Yes?”
It took all of Tony’s self control to calmly close his mouth and not gape at her. McGee was doing a good enough job of that on his own and the familiar biting voice at the back of his head commented that it really was a wonder that there was someone left who hadn’t seen through him.
“What? Is that one of those woman-terms? A man cannot be a slut?”
“Well, he can, but you don’t really… uhm… call him a slut”, McGee stammered.
“Then what do you call him? Is there another term?”
“Not… No, not really. You can technically call him a slut, but since it’s generally associated with women it’s kind of… emasculating to use it. It’s even more of an insult.”
“But a male slut would be someone who sleeps about, so it would have to be someone who is defined by his masculinity. How can it be emasculating then?”
“It’s called sleeping around, not about, Ziva.”
“That is beside the point! Now tell me, can I call Tony a slut or can I not?”
“Theoretically…”
“…you can call Tony whatever the hell you want on your off time”, Gibbs interjected and all three team members jumped in surprise, Ziva and McGee returning to their desks with guilty expressions for being caught.
“If you’re planning on continuing in that direction, you might also want to get acquainted with whore, tramp, hussy, nympho, wench, floozie, skank…”
Now there were three gaping mouths and Tony didn’t even want to count all the turned heads from other teams. Nobody else had heard what exactly they had been talking about, had they? He could only pray. Gibbs was taking his badge and gun out of the desk drawer, hesitating when he saw that noone else was moving.
“You waiting for an invitation? Grab your gear!”
The team scrambled to grab guns, badges and backpacks, hurrying to follow their leader, who had continued on to the elevator, picking up from where he had interrupted himself.
“You might want to remember whore in particular.”
Finally they caught up, crowding into the elevator. Tony found himself standing behind McGee and Ziva, right next to Gibbs, who turned slightly, looking right at him.
“You can call him a manwhore.”
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“Was that really necessary this morning? Ziva has been studying her dictionary all day since you told her all those insults, I didn’t even know half the things she called me.”
“You saying they don’t fit?”
Tony had no answer to that. He had been hoping Gibbs would see that he had broken one of their rules and maybe… apologize? No, he hadn’t been counting on a “sorry” from his boss, but not teasing him further if he brought up the topic would have been enough for Tony to see that the other man was aware of what he had done.
Gibbs had agreed that Ziva and Tim would be kept out of the loop, no matter what. Baiting them to find degrading names for him was way into the loop!
He hadn’t thought that Gibbs wouldn’t see any fault in his actions, he had been sure the other man would be sorry, would be aware he had overstepped boundaries. Tony had been certain it hadn’t happened on purpose, that it had been a spur of the moment thing.
Of course he had agonized about it the whole days, not just when Ziva was calling out another “cool new name” she had found. He was still agonizing about it now, while Ziva was interrogating their little-brother-slash-murder-suspect and McGee was downstairs with Abby packing up the evidence. Tony had been happy to finally be alone with Gibbs during Ziva’s interrogation, since it was already the middle of the night and the observation room tech guy had been long gone.
But now? Gibbs wouldn’t budge and there wasn’t a lot left to say.
“I’m under the impression they were pretty accurate. I especially liked it when she read that internet thing about manwhores out loud.”
Obviously Gibbs still had enough ammunition. Tony sighed and steeled himself when his boss turned towards him, stepping closer, already too damn close. In an attempt to reduce the tension while they were at work, he stepped back, only to stumble and land on the chair behind him. Gibbs followed, widening his stance, their positions suddenly very explicit.
“‘Men who are willing to present their bodies for the sexual gratification of others in return for something they desire.’ That is fitting, mh? Tell me, Tony, what do you desire? Did you say you wanted money?”
“No.” Embarrassingly, his voice wasn’t much more than a whisper.
“Did you want more respect? To be chosen for better assignments?”
“No.”
“Say it, Tony. What is it you’re whoring yourself out for?”
“I… I wanted you to treat me like you did in the past.”
A hand grabbed Tony’s chin and he felt strong fingers pressing against his jaw, holding his head up.
“And how exactly is that?”
“The head slaps. The occasional… attaboy and the petting. Touching me. Listening to me. Not dismissing me. Laughing with us. Teasing us and not hurting… me.”
“Good boy.”
He couldn’t keep himself from relaxing. The curt praise felt like a big warm hug and it was worth every second of his payment. His boss had been a big fan of his proposal, still was. He really tried to hide that, but secretly Tony was just as big a fan of most of his ways of payment.
“Now tell me, Tony, what was it you were willing to give in return for a head slap?”
“A blowjob if I deserved it. A handjob if you just wanted to take something out on me.”
The blow- or handjobs were very nice when Gibbs pushed him into a stall in the agency restroom at night. He liked kneeling down in front of someone, so he was a tiny bit disappointed when Gibbs wanted to do it lying down.
“Oh yes. And what is listening to your movie reference ridden ideas worth?”
“Permission to say whatever you want to me in private.”
The dirty talk was what Tony tried the hardest to dislike, but there was just no way he could not love it when his boss’s gravely voice called him a slut, made him explain why he was no better than a prostitute on a street corner or described explicitly what he thought Tony was “just made for”. Not that he would ever admit it, but sometimes, when he was jacking off and just couldn’t quite get there, he thought about the first time Gibbs pushed him to his knees and told him to “put his cocksucking lips to good use”.
“How about the attaboy thing? You do really like being called a boy, huh? My good little boy. Daddy issues fit you, DiNozzo. So what’s being my boy worth to you?”
“If you say it without meaning it, I get a pat on the shoulder for free. If you mean it, you get to fuck me.”
Loving to be fucked by Gibbs wasn’t actually concealable when he came into the sheets sobbing the other man’s name.
Gibbs was smiling down on him, still holding his head up, but Tony saw the bulge in his pants in his peripheral vision. Was the boss willing to risk being caught? Would he indulge himself in the observation room, only a few feet away from an on-going interrogation they were supposed to watch?
“You’re thinking about paying me right here, right now, aren’t you?”, Gibbs broke through his thoughts, watching him intently.
Tony had no choice, but to shift uncomfortably on his chair. He was so turned on, it was truly embarrassing. He had fantasized about this so many times, had imagined the thrill of knowing that the people in interrogation would be only a flick of the light switch away from seeing them.
“There were no head slaps today. But I called you a good boy for repeating our agreement. You are aware that I would have every right to fuck you right here, right now, aren’t you? I could tell you to bend over and brace yourself against the window and then I could fuck you and you would have to watch Ziva and Lt. Harmes in there. You’d know they couldn’t see you, but the door isn’t locked, McGee could come in here any second and he’d see you open yourself for me.”
Helplessly, Tony moaned.
“I’d tell him to stay and watch while I’d pound into you. He would see you bending over and getting fucked by free will, he would hear you moan and whimper like you always do. You know what I’d do then? I’d tell you to explain why you let me fuck you. Why is that Tony? Why would I be allowed to take you?”
“Because you called me a good boy.”
“Exactly. You really want to be a good boy, you want to be my good boy, don’t you, Tony? What are you willing to do to be my boy?”
“Anything, I’d to anything, boss. Please?”
“Do you think you deserve to be my boy?”
“I… Yes?”
The hand on Tony’s jaw vanished, but seconds later fingers buried themselves into his hair, grasping the strands and tugging his head back painfully.
“I don’t. I don’t deserve to be your boy.”
“Why is that? Why aren’t you worth being my boy?”
“Because I’m a slut.”
End.