SHAMELESS Part five of six

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Title:  Shameless
Author:  Sarah B. Leonard
Fandom:  NCIS
Characters:  Gibbs, DiNozzo, McGee, David, Palmer, Dr. Mallard, Holly Snow, Donato, Shannon ...and miscellaneous characters as needed
Universe:   xanthelj  's BDSM Verse.  Oh there's a surprise.  (Not.) Here I am in my favorite universe, mildly modified.  But it's all because of the lovely xanthelj .  If you are not familiar with her original premise, see this link:  http://www.xanthe.org/site/Pages/bdsmuniverse.html and read her epics.  Now.  Don't waste your time here!
Rating:  Another surprise.  This is me, guys.  Adult, explicit and there be '/' here.  Any questions?
Warnings:  male/male sex; BDSM; consensual naughtiness between adults; if you don't want to read that, click that mouse away!
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.

Authors Notes:  See Part One.  OK LJ - let's do it. 

“I’ve never been in love like this – it’s out of my hands

I’m shameless;   I don’t have the power now

I don’t want it anyhow so I got to let it go.”

                                    ‘Shameless’ © garth brooks

 

Monday morning – the only morning that Gibbs made sure he would be there before his team arrived so that he could be listening, torturing himself with the conversations that always accompanied a Monday morning. Ziva and Tim were already at their desks, turning on their computers, shuffling their personal items into various drawers or nooks. He was sequestered behind his newspaper but the newsprint might as well have been invisible ink, for all that he was reading.

The elevator chimed. Gibbs didn’t have to look over – he recognized the footsteps as they neared.

“Good morning, Boss. Ziva. McGee.”

Hmm. No McNickname for McGee. That was unusual.

“Good morning, Tony.” Ziva’s voice rang out. “Did you have a pleasant weekend?”

“Wonderful and striking, as always.” He didn’t sound as if this was true. Gibbs thought the tone of his voice seemed forced. “But I heard something on the grapevine, Ziva, that interests me more than telling you my tales of many conquests. I heard our young McSubby had a date.”

Gibbs glanced over at McGee, who was staring fixedly at his monitor as his ears visibly reddened.

Tony leaned back in his chair and stared, just as directly, at McGee. “I think our little boy is growing up.”

“Tim?” Ziva’s voice softened as she looked over at the shy submissive. “This is true?”

“Yes, Ziva.” Tim answered her. “I did go out on a date.”

Gibbs lowered his paper, suddenly joining the conversation. 

“With a Top, Tim?” Gibbs asked.

Maybe his bashful agent was finally going to get the satisfaction Gibbs knew he must be needing. He always felt that bit of sympathetic understanding towards McGee, unbeknownst to the tall young man, of course.

“Yes, Boss.” Tim smiled shyly at his boss. “With a very lovely Domme.”

“McGemcity, how could you afford her?” Tony was leaning out over his desk now.

Gibbs’s phone rang. Tim’s face, which had reddened in anger at Tony’s question, turned toward the sound. They waited tensely as Gibbs pulled out his notebook, clicked his pen into writing mode and jotted down some notes.

Then Tony started teasing Jimmy, who had been sitting with Ziva, showing her pictures of his recent date and their matching henna tattoos. Tony called him the Autopsy Gremlin. Gibbs decided that DiNozzo was just fine.

Gibbs talked tersely into his phone as Tony, Tim and Ziva carried on their conversation with Palmer, with Tony flipping through the pictures on Palmer’s phone.

After Tony commented about relating to living, breathing people Gibbs interrupted.

“Yeah, well, I got one of the other kind.  Petty Officer washed up on a Maryland beach. Grab your stuff.”

As they rushed to follow him, Gibbs heard Ziva ask Tony again what he did over the weekend, but he abruptly changed the subject again. Well, maybe it was better if he didn’t hear. After all, Gibbs had a new master and his name was Donato. He didn’t need to hear the adventures of the one he could never have.

Shortly after that, Fornell had been called in, as well as Susan Grady, the polygraph operator. Later, his fears rose up in to his throat, as he was questioned with the lie detector attached. Would they ask him if he was a Top? Would she innocently ask him a standard question, maybe one about his well-known Dom status and have the bells and whistles give him away? Reveal his most personal and the deepest and darkest of secrets? He shut that down as quickly and as forcefully as he could. 

Immediately after that case had been solved, they had jumped into the fray with the KGB and Dana. Gibbs had watched as Tony became obsessed with the woman that was so well known as a ZNN correspondent. Subsequently he had found her then lost her, knowing the poison that she carried in her arm would ultimately kill her. Gibbs knew Tony was with her, even now, at the hospital where she was being made as comfortable as possible until her death. Gibbs was torn, knowing the pain Tony must be feeling, to lose one he appeared to care so deeply about. And yet, as he worked down in his basement, Gibbs wondered what the result of her death would be. He heard the door above open and watched as Tony descended the stairs to the basement where he was working.

“How’d it go?” Gibbs asked.

“Uh … she went peacefully.” Tony answered.

“You ok?”

“Not really. Broke rule number ten.  Again.” Tony sighed. “Never get personally involved on a case.”

“Yeah. It’s the rule I’ve had the most trouble with,” Gibbs answered.

That was probably a lie, but Tony would never know.

Tony sat for a while, holding the jar he had just emptied, watching Gibbs as he sipped bourbon from his coffee mug and worked at his project.

“Would you like another drink, DiNozzo? Tony?” Gibbs gestured toward the bottle.

“No, thank you. I don’t think I need to get drunk tonight, Gibbs.”

“No? I dunno.” Gibbs made his voice sound gruff. “Usually helps me.”

Tony spun the empty jar around in his hands a few times.

“How about something to eat? I can burn a steak for you.”

Tony looked down at the workbench Gibbs stood near.

“Or I could order a pizza? That sound better to ya?”

Tony continued to stare for a moment. Then he sighed.

“I could really go for something a little more sweet.”

Now he looked up, met Gibbs’s eyes with his own. Their gazes locked.

“Sweet? What do you want?” Gibbs was confused.

“Gibbs, you wouldn’t happen to have any Twizzlers, would you?”

Neither man blinked. Tony was actually the first one to breathe. He reached down into his pocket, pulled out something that crinkled and set it on Gibbs’s workbench. Gibbs’s eyes glistened as they followed the movement of his hand.

Tony spoke again. “It’s ok if you don’t. I do.” 

Tony lifted his hand away leaving the small candy package clearly visible. “I hope you like black licorice, coz that’s what I brought. Never cared much for the red.”

Gibbs forced himself to take in one breath. Then another. 

“Then there’s that chocolate flavor but that’s just wrong. Chocolate just shouldn’t be … um … licorice.”

Tony was rambling now, talking too quickly and nervously. Gibbs was just staring down at the bag of candy.

“Gibbs? You OK?”

“That was you? You were the escort?” His voice came out a whisper.

Tony shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah. I … I never thought you’d be wearing a blindfold. I thought we could talk and decide what to do, share some drinks and a meal if we chose to continue business as usual.”

Gibbs was still staring down at the candy.

“You know: Rule Twelve. ‘No permanent collaring of a team member’. That rule.”

Gibbs closed his eyes. Could he do this? Should he do this? He reached for the candy, picked it up and turned towards DiNozzo, still looking down at the candy. Finally he lifted his eyes up to meet Tony’s.

“There’s a reason the word ‘permanent’ is in the rule. That’s the loophole ...”

Could he? 

He took another deep breath now that he had remembered how his lungs functioned and dove in, heart first.

“… Sir.”

Tony’s green eyes glittered as he reached for Gibbs. First he removed the carpenter pencil from behind his ear and set it down where the candy had been. Then he cupped his hands around his new submissive’s face. Now it was his turn to dive in for their first kiss. Lips met. Tony pressed Gibbs’s lips open and shared the taste of bourbon with him, tongue to tongue. When they had to part to breathe, Gibbs lowered his eyes.

“I do prefer the black licorice, Sir.” 

Gibbs crushed the bag firmly with one hand. It popped and the anise smelled mingled with the bourbon and the sawdust. Tony took the bag from his hand, lifted it to his nose and took a whiff of the contents. He smiled at the familiar scent as he looked at the man standing, waiting, in front of him.

“You gonna be a pushy bottom, Gibbs?”

“No, Sir.” 

The question confused him for a moment then he reached for his waist and removed both shirts at once. He set them down on the workbench then bent over to take off the rest of his clothes. That left him wearing only his watch and work boots. He reached for the buckle at his wrist but his hands were shaking. He couldn’t get it loose and struggled with it. Finally, pulling hard in frustration, he ripped it loose. Tony grabbed the watch and the now broken band.

“Shh, Gibbs. Relax.” His voice was low. The timbre of it rippled through Gibbs’s spine.  “I’ll take this.”

Tony gestured at the pile of clothes. “You take these. Let’s go upstairs.”

He smiled widely at him. “All the way upstairs, Gibbs. You lead, so I can stare at your ass all the way to your bedroom.”

Gibbs turned away from him, picked up the pile of clothes and started toward the stairs.

Tony chuckled.

“I’ll get the lights, Gibbs. You start climbing those stairs. I’ll be right behind your behind.”

 Gibbs obediently led the way up to his bedroom, after tossing his clothes through the door to the bathroom. Tony knew the hamper was in there.

When Gibbs entered his bedroom, he turned to face Tony.  Tony cleared his throat.

“Talk to me for a minute, but not as my submissive, Gibbs, or my boss, Boss. Talk to me as Jethro.” Tony requested.

Gibbs spread his arms out, and bobbed his head in his typical Gibbsian fashion. The tilt of his head was all Tony needed to see. Gibbs also had a strange little smile on his face. He shifted his eyes quickly down to the floor then back up. Tony realized what Gibbs was thinking – Yeah, I’ll stand here naked and talk to you, Tony, with you dressed in all your clothes.

“Ok, Tony.” Gibbs jerked his head again slightly. “What?”

 “You don’t have a play room here, in your house, do you?” Tony asked.

“No.” The icy blues darkened for just a few seconds before he continued. “I dismantled it after Shannon … passed … and never really set anything up again for the exes.”

“Never got into it with The Three Furies, eh?”

“Oh, I topped them. At least I tried to top them. Just …”

“Never mind. Sounds like the same problem Probie would have had with that Lie-Detector chick. Remember how she almost stalked him? How she’d assumed that just because he was a Special Agent that he had to be a Top?” 

Tony shivered. The thought of two submissives trying to satisfy each other was more disturbing than two Tops together, at least to him. 

“There is another room up here, though, that we’ll be able to remodel?”

Gibbs nodded.

“Good. D’you know any carpenters we can hire?”

Tony grinned a big wide grin at him. Gibbs was highly tempted to administer a slap on the back of his head, but refrained. This was not the time or the correct circumstance.

“D’you have any questions for me, Jethro?”

“Yeah. How’d you learn to do what you do?”

Tony tilted his head a bit and considered his answer.

“I was recruited in Baltimore, by a sub who, believe it or not, scouted for Holly. He told her about me and she contacted me, said I sounded like I might fit in with her. Been working for her ever since, when NCIS doesn’t get in the way. That always has priority. Annoyed her, sometimes, but she also wanted me on her team.”

Gibbs nodded. He knew that Tony had always had his priorities in the correct order.

“Ok, um, Jethro. One more question, I think.” Tony tilted his head – this was an important question. “Why were you wearing a blindfold?”

Gibbs jerked his head to one side. “I don’t know.”

“Were you hiding? Was it a case of … you know … if I can’t see you then you can’t see me?”

Gibbs shook his head. “I … no, doesn’t feel right. I guess I didn’t want to know it wasn’t you.”

Tony pressed both of his hands on either side of Gibbs’s neck, rubbing his thumbs up and down, visualizing this neck wearing a collar. Not just any old collar. His collar. Tony DiNozzo’s collar.

“I didn’t bring anything – any leather. I know Rule Twelve, and all, but something temporary for when we are together. Your neck…” Now he leaned in to nibble just above one of his thumbs. “It could use some …” The last word was lost as Tony continued to become intimately involved with his new submissive’s neck.

Gibbs stood at attention, lost in the scents of Tony’s hair. Now he noticed – it was a different scent from ‘Master Herschel’s’ cologne; DiNozzo’s usual scent. When Tony moved away, Gibbs had to ask about it.

“Different strokes, when I was Master Herschel. I did simple things to conceal my identity. Cologne, contacts, hair rinse and even some graying at the temples – lately I’ve been a redhead but I’ve also done blond tipping and totally blond hair. I enjoyed that work a lot and made some good money, but couldn’t let it interfere with Very Special Agent DiNozzo. Couldn’t be recognized. Even have a whole different closet full of clothes and shoes.”

“Why Herschel? Knowing you it means something.”

“Middle name of Bernard Schwartz.”

Gibbs peered at him. Tony thought to himself that it was amazing how much dignity a nude man, in work boots, standing in front of a fully clothed man could radiate. 

Tony answered. “Tony Curtis. That’s his real name: Bernard Herschel Schwartz.”

“Nobody ever figure it out?”

“Not that I know of. Master Herschel and Anthony DiNozzo are very different people. I quit that job, by the way, Gibbs.”

“Ya did?” Gibbs was surprised.

“Last week, I could barely get through the weekend. I … uh … Gibbs – it wasn’t you and now that I knew about you, I just couldn’t get into it. Even had trouble getting it up for anyone else. I wanted you. Only you.”

Gibbs was struck silent. The only thing he could do, because it was bothering him that he was still wearing them, was bend over to untie his work boot laces. He pulled off the shoes, picked them up and tossed them over near the closet. Then he returned to stand, at attention, in front of Tony.

“Sir, I have some … items you could use.”

Tony accepted that their information conversation was over. They were Dom and Submissive again.

“What items are these, Gibbs?”

Gibbs indicated the nightstand near his bed.

“Second drawer, Sir.”

“Get them and hand them to me, Gibbs.”

Gibbs opened the drawer. Inside were his blue leather cuffs – the wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs and collar. Also, the blue leather flogger and blindfold. Deeper in the drawer was Donato, but Gibbs didn’t take him out. He carefully lifted out all the leather items, closed the drawer, turned back to Tony and held his hands up towards him, offering the collection.

Tony took the collar and the four cuffs, leaving the other two items in Gibbs’s hands. He examined them carefully.

“Excellent work. Expensive set – all matching. Elk hide.” He held the collar up to Gibb’s head. “Thread matches your eyes.”

“That’s what she said, Sir.”

“She? Shannon topped you, but not the other wives.”

Gibbs could only nod, his throat suddenly tight.

“You don’t mind my using them?” Tony was still unsure about this arrangement, as much as he thought they both wanted this.

“I don’t think she’d mind, Sir.” Gibbs barely got that whisper out.

“You’re sure, Gibbs? I can get my own for you in the future.”

“Sir, I’m not sure I’d be willing to wear any others now that we are here, together, in my house. In this bed.”

Tony understood that comment and felt strangely complimented as well. If these were what Gibbs wanted to use, they would work for him as well.  

“No flogger or blindfold tonight, Gibbs.  Put them back. Soon, again, but tonight…” Tony’s voice dropped in pitch as he moved in closer to the nude man. “Tonight, I want to explore you.” 

Gibbs shivered. There was that voice again. Why hadn’t he recognized it in the suite? Because you were so busy wishing he was the one there with you that you missed all the clues, Idiot. He put the two items back, opening the drawer very carefully so Donato wouldn’t roll near the front of the drawer and become visible. Gibbs wasn’t sure he could admit to making it yet, much less say he had actually used it on himself.

Tony handed the ankle cuffs to Gibbs.

“Put these on.”

Tony knew their conversation interlude had broken the mood a bit. Sometimes, having a submissive put their own restraints on themselves could be an incentive to start their drop into a more subdued state. Tony watched as this seemed to be working with Gibbs. When he stood again, ankle cuffs in place, he no longer met Tony’s eyes. Instead, his gaze stayed down.

“Hold out your wrists then stand still.”

Gibbs obeyed immediately. Holding the collar and the cuffs was awkward. Tony flipped the open collar over one of Gibbs’s arms. After that he efficiently fastened the wrist cuffs on him but continued to hold both wrists in his hands, running his own thumbs over the leather for a few seconds. Gibbs stood silently, his only action the steady breaths he was taking.

Moving slightly to one side, Tony slid the collar up Gibbs’s arm, letting him feel the leather approach his shoulder. He brushed it across the older man’s chest several times, teasing the furred muscles and collar bone, but carefully avoided the nipple area. Finally he touched him there, stroking him with the tongue tip of the collar. Although Gibbs didn’t visibly move, he seemed to sway just a fraction as he took a deeper breath.

“Close your eyes, Gibbs. I’m going to collar you now. I want you to concentrate on that. Feel me collaring you.” 

Tony whispered that very close to his ear. Gibbs shivered, an anticipatory chill suddenly running down his spine.

Making sure that the leather touched the other man’s skin at all times, Tony dragged the collar up to Gibbs’s neck. Slowly, as slowly as they could both stand it, Tony brought the collar into place. 

“You are mine, Gibbs.” 

He buckled the collar and pressed it down so Gibbs felt it now, acutely, digging slightly into his flesh. Tony could sense the shiver running through him, transferred through his fingers where they touched Gibbs. 

 Tony stepped back a bit, leaving Gibbs standing there, dressed in only the blue pieces of leather. His new submissive was very pleasing to look at: tall, slender and well proportioned. There was some defined musculature too. Very nicely put together. Unfortunately, when his head was down, Tony couldn’t see his amazing icy blues, but he would remedy that later. 

Yes, he hadn’t remembered anything about him incorrectly. He put his hands on Gibbs’s shoulders, then stroked lightly down his arms. Back up at the shoulders, then this time down over his chest. He rubbed his palms, circling over the nipples, making them stand up just a bit harder. The other portion of Gibbs’s anatomy was already standing upright and had been since the sweatpants had been removed. Tony ran his hands down lower. Placing one hand on each hip, he turned Gibbs around.

“I’d heard about what you did to your back, Gibbs. There will be no more self abuse. Do you understand?”

Gibbs’s voice was very soft when he answered. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Any marks that you earn will be from me.” Tony put some sternness into his voice when he said that.

After fondling the ass cheeks for a while, all the while noticing that Gibbs was standing very still, Tony ran his hands across the beautiful expanse of back in front of him. Then, because he couldn’t resist, he dropped one hand to the area just above Gibbs’ waist.  He swirled his fingertips there and wasn’t surprised to feel Gibbs jerk.

“That’s one of your zones, isn’t it, Gibbs?”

“Yes, Sir,” came the whispered answer.

“This is another one, isn’t it?”

He reached up and ran his fingertips very lightly over the back of Gibbs’s ears. Again, he felt several twitches, as if Gibbs tried very hard to deny his reaction but was slightly unsuccessful.

“Yes … Sir.” 

Gibbs thought to himself that it was as if Tony knew all of the secrets in his soul.

“Many people,“ Tony used his Master teaching voice “have sensitive earlobes but you are just a little bit different. Is that why you keep your hair up off of your ears?”

“Cut is high and tight, Sir.”

Tony chuckled. 

“Ah. Well, Gibbs, that’s as good an excuse as any.”   

Tony walked closer to the bed and pulled the bedding on it down towards the foot of the bed. Hmmm – the sheets were certainly functional but he could see that he was going to have to give some instruction in luxury versus function to this man.  They weren’t exactly threadbare but they could definitely use an upgrade.  There was such a thing as sleeping in comfort, after all.

“On the bed, Gibbs, on your back. And I didn't say that you could open your eyes yet.”

Gibbs did as requested, even putting his arms up over his head once he was down. From the side of the bed, Tony reached over underneath the headboard and searched for the restraints and clips that he hoped would be there. He found them – this time in a black leather with a spring clip on each end of the strap, one clip that could be attached to a hook in the wall, or the bed frame as this one was and the other clip to a wrist or ankle cuff. He fastened one wrist cuff then walked over to the other side of the bed and attached the other wrist. He looked down at the man waiting there. He apparently had never changed the locations of the straps. They fit him perfectly. Gibbs was secured.

"Tell me, Gibbs, what was in the drawer that you didn't want me to see?"

Gibbs didn't answer. Tony could see that his arms had tensed at the question, but he held himself still and did not pull at the cuffs.

"I'll let you get away with that for now. But later, you know I will check for myself. As you can probably guess I have other business to attend to right now. Can I assume there’s lube and all in the, you’ll pardon the expression, top drawer?"

“Yes, Sir.”

Tony opened that drawer, found what he needed and placed the items within easy reach. Also very utilitarian items – the most basic of lubes and condoms. This too would change.

SHAMELESS Part Six of Six