SHAMELESS Part Six 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 - for me?  Pretty please? )

 

Gibbs could hear the rustling sounds of clothes being removed. He knew that Tony was undressing and he wished he'd been allowed to watch. Perhaps, if this relationship continued, he would feel more sure of himself as Tony's submissive and learn what was allowed and what wasn't allowed by his master. But he almost wished he'd been allowed to do the undressing himself. Now that his dreams were coming true he wanted to serve this man in every way possible, with his heart and soul as well as his flesh.

Tony crawled into the bed spreading himself out over the nude man, letting him feel all of his weight. Now he could smell the scent of Gibbs along with sawdust and leather. It was a tantalizing combination – better than any cologne, even the patchouli he preferred to wear when he had been in Holly’s employ.

Oddly, although he was aroused he wasn’t desperate to take the man beneath him. He wanted to enjoy him first and get to know more about him.  Plus, those erogenous zones that he had shown Gibbs he recognized were hard to reach when the submissive man was face up on the bed. If he explored him now, perhaps he would find more secret spots. Somehow he suspected that even if he asked him where else his special areas were that Gibbs wouldn’t tell him.

First, he ground his hips against him, letting the heady sensation of cock to cock fill him for just a moment. Plus, he wanted to keep Gibbs under his control, and not let the strong man beneath him gain the upper hand. He suspected with Gibbs, now that the masks were off and all was essentially visible, that he would still have to step carefully. He knew how easily a man of strong will could maneuver another – he wasn’t going to let that happen. One solution: that of over-sensitizing him, such as with a flogging or a spanking, wasn’t going to be his method of choice tonight. He wanted this to be peaceful, sensitive and meaningful to Gibbs. After all, the man had volunteered the leather goods that he and Shannon had used, and if there was anything that Tony knew about Gibbs, it was how much he had adored Shannon.

Tony propped himself up on one elbow. Leaning over Gibbs’s face, he kissed him gently. Slowly Tony worked his tongue between the lips of the man beneath him. He sensed a change come over him as he continued the tender kisses. Gibbs was actually relaxing just a little beneath his touches. He used his other hand to caress him, stroking gently over the areas of flesh that he could reach. When he could sense that Gibbs was completely relaxed, yet still eager, he ran his fingers from the underside of Gibbs’s wrist all the way down his arm to his hip. Gibbs merely stretched beneath him in reaction. Tony had him deep in subspace, but had done it with only kisses and gentle touches. This was the best kind of submissive, the one who gave of himself to the Dom without any fear, without the need to control from the other side.

Working his way down further, Tony ended up between Gibbs’s legs. He played with the balls for a moment, letting the sacks of flesh roll over his fingers. The scent of musk increased as he fondled the area, all but the rather impressive hard column that pointed back up towards his submissive’s head. Finally he ran a knuckle from base to crown and was pleased to see the cock follow the touch of his finger, even reach for him when he lifted his fingers away.

“Bend your knees up, Gibbs, and open your eyes. Watch me take you.”

It took some time for him to process the request, but he finally pointed his knees up to the ceiling and bared his most intimate area to Tony. When he opened his eyes, he locked his gaze with Tony’s. Picking up the lube, Tony quickly coated his opening and inserted his fingers, watching Gibbs for any adverse reactions. Gibbs was totally relaxed at the moment, breathing deeply yet easily. Tony covered his own cock with the utilitarian condom.

Tony reminded himself to keep it easy, unhurried. Now would not be the time to ram into this man. Tony was a skilled Dom. He was knowledgeable in setting up the mood of the experience and giving the submissive what they needed, at the same time allowing them to serve their Master’s needs as was their due. He allowed them to serve his will, developed the rapport for the moment and then took both participants to where they were willing to go. His keen awareness of others, that he often kept hidden under charm or laughter, was the factor that had made his services so popular under Holly’s reign. Now, he would use the skills he had developed, to forever claim this man as his own.

He slid back up, tongue dragging a wet line from the waist to Gibbs’s chest. Once up there, he found one of the nipples and lapped at it eagerly, followed by gently sucking his lips around it. His other hand traced around the twin.

He released the second nipple and took hold of his own cock, guiding himself to where he knew Gibbs was waiting for him.  

“Deep breath,” he whispered as he entered. Gibbs’s thighs closed around him, involuntarily, as Tony breached the opening.

Again, not knowing how used to having something of size inside of him Gibbs was, Tony waited. 

“Dammit, fuck me.”

Barely a whisper, but Gibbs bucked beneath him as he spoke.

Tony obliged, pushing deeply into the depths, relishing the knowledge that this time Gibbs knew who was inside of him. This time Gibbs knew who was using him, taking him and allowing him to serve him back. Gibbs wrapped his legs around him, eagerly accepting his cock and arching up for more.

Pulling out, pushing even further back in, the age old rhythm of desire made itself known. Faster, harder, more demands were made and met by both men. Several times, Tony stopped the motions or changed the rhythm, to draw out the experience, to make this the most memorable encounter that Gibbs had ever experienced. He used the pliant body beneath him intensely, taking the pleasures Gibbs generously offered him as the Dom. Sweat dripped from him, ran in rivulets down his back, through his own hair, making the slap of their flesh together crack loudly as wet skin welcomed the other’s thrusts.

“Come for me, Gibbs. Give in to me now.”

Gibbs arched beneath him. One, two, three thrusts hard against each other and Gibbs was spouting between them. Tony let himself respond to the rhythms of Gibbs’s body. He pounded his own orgasm deep into the willing body, losing his own senses to the flashing lights and pulses that were visible in his head. 

It took him some time to regain his senses. As he rested there, heaving chest against heaving chest, he knew this was what he had never expected to find in his life. Yes, he always had his way with them, the submissives who served him, who paid for his talents, who he used as well but this – the wonders of having someone you coveted, desired, believe in … loved … this was something he had never felt before. He was shattered. He was devastated. He was met with equal needs and pounding hearts. He finally understood what the yin and yang of opposites provided. He was ... honored.

Gibbs lowered his legs, felt the attachment between them slip out. For a second he felt a moment of loss. He was torn – could he ask if Tony was all right? He felt so limp lying there upon him, so wilted. But he was the bottom here, he was the one whose wrists were held taut above his head. He was the one who serviced here, even though the younger man had commanded his release happen first.

Tony moved. A soft groan escaped his lips.

“Oh man – I told you that you were gonna be a pushy bottom.”

“Wha?”

“That’s ‘wha Sir?’, Gibbs, in your present secured and collared position.”

Then Tony laughed. The situation, and his utter enjoyment of where he was and what he had just done, plus what he saw in his future, had him almost giddy. The younger man propped himself up a bit, moving away from the sweat to sweat attachment between their bodies.

“You OK, Gibbs?”

“Fine, Sir.” He managed to grunt that out between gasps.

“Fucked up, insecure, neurotic and emotional?”

“Huh?”

Tony laughed at the expression on Gibbs’s face, as he tried to move his arms down, only to remember they were tightly bound to the bed frame.

“Never mind, Gibbs. I’m just …” 

Damn, his eyes became even bluer after sex, if that was humanly possible. Tony would never get his fill of those icy blues, and now they were his: his to brighten, his to intensify, his to gaze, masterfully yet adoringly, at and his to love. Putting a blindfold on those would be a challenge, although some day, in the very far future, he would like to see his Gibbs fully cuffed and collared, blindfolded and being flogged. Still, it would be difficult for him for some time. He wouldn’t ever want to cover them and not see what he was looking at now. The love that Gibbs wouldn’t ever be able to hide again was visible. The secret was out.

“I’m just obsessed with you,” he spoke to the blues.

Gibbs grinned at him then relaxed back into the pillow. That had been some session. He had tuned in to Tony immediately, thankful to actually be safe and secured beneath him, thrilled to serve his Dom in this intimate way. 

His Dom. His Dominant Partner. His Top. His Master. Master to his willing submissive. He repeated the words several times in his mind. They sounded better with each incarnation.

“Rest now, Gibbs. I assume you know how to get out of the clips if you need to do so?”

“Yeah, Tony – Sir. I remember.”

Gibbs sank deeply into the pillow beneath Tony’s tender good night kiss. Strong arms enfolded him. Gibbs felt finally at peace.

 *****

Gibbs woke up because he needed to get out of bed. For a short second, he was confused by his arms not responding to the will of his own muscles until he remembered. He was still cuffed to his headboard, still in submission to the will of his Dom. By twisting his fingers around he was able to locate the one link that would open to his touch. He didn’t want to have to ask Tony to release him for a bathroom run but if he didn’t get it loose soon, he might have to and there - that was it. With one hand free the other one was much easier to release. He got out of his bed and strode quickly to the toilet.

After taking care of that business, Gibbs washed his hands, careful to keep the leather cuffs out of the water’s way. Leather. He looked in to the mirror. There was a sight he had despaired of ever seeing again. He was wearing his collar. He had been collared. He had a Dom – not just any Dom, but the one he had ached to serve. 

He stared at his reflection. He remembered the first time Shannon had had him stand here and watch as she reached up to collar him. It hadn’t been anywhere near their first time, but it happened just after they moved in to this house together. How her eyes had sparkled as she’d wrapped the elk hide around his bare neck. He could almost see her standing there now, watching him, nodding, pleased with her choice – her choice of both the collar and the man. The dark blue leather reminded him of Shannon, yes, but the pain of her passing seemed gentler now. No, she could never be replaced. She had been his first love. She had given him his beautiful daughter. She had taught him to offer himself completely to her. 

No, she didn’t mind. She had wanted that collar for him and was pleased to see him wearing it again. She was pleased to see that he was no longer trying to force himself to be what he was not. It was a good sight to see.

Gibbs heard a sound from the bedroom – the sound of a drawer opening. He turned away from the mirror to walk back in to the bathroom.

Tony was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Donato in his hands.

“Donato.” Gibbs spoke.

“Donato?” Tony looked up at him.

Gibbs nodded, indicating the wood in his hands. 

“I … uh … I named it Donato.” He could feel his face redden as he spoke.

“You named … a dildo?” Tony grinned at him. “Did you make this? It’s beautifully done.”

Gibbs nodded.

“When?”

“I started it a couple of months ago.”

“Before I was your … you were blindfolded. You didn’t see anything, did you?”

“No. I didn’t.” Gibbs was confused with the conversation.

“Well, I’ve seen me before and I suspect you have created an evil twin here.”

Tony set the piece on the pillow where Gibbs had slept, in the depression that was still there from his head.

“Come here, Gibbs.” Tony spread his legs open, still sitting on the edge of the bed. “Make me look like Donato.”

Gibbs fell to his knees between his Dom’s legs. He leaned in to take his cock into his mouth, suddenly eager to see how having a man – a real man – between his lips would feel. 

The taste of flesh, the earthy smell, the warmth – all these sensations filled his senses.

“Hands behind your back, Gibbs. Just use your mouth.”

He couldn’t take in all that he wanted to – it was too large for his mouth. He knew there was a trick to it, some certain way of relaxing your throat. Yeah, one of the wives had known the technique – what was it Tony had called them? The Three Furies? Yeah, Diane had often served him this way but of course, he hadn’t asked for lessons.

Gibbs settled for holding what he could, then licking, kissing and sucking the length of it. As he worked, he compared the shape of it to the one he had fashioned from birch. Tony was right - he had instinctively created the perfect homage to him. The only difference in shape was the cylindrical handle portion Gibbs had left, making the piece easier to wield, offset on this much more hedonistic piece by balls, pubic hair and the attached amazing living breathing body.

Again, Gibbs took in what he could, sucking now as the warmth inside of him thrust towards him. He could feel the pressure growing, the balls change shape as they drew up closer beneath his chin. Tony’s legs left the floor and wrapped around him, holding him in tightly as the seated man leaned back on his arms. He heard his Top’s breaths become deeper, faster and heard moans interspersed with encouragement. Finally, the pulses changed to pumping and a salty thick fluid filled his mouth. He swallowed reflexively then wished he had waited to taste it. No matter – he knew there would be future times. Hopefully, many many times.

Tony collapsed back onto the bed, still holding Gibbs between his legs.

“First time, Gibbs?”

“Did I disappoint you, Sir?”

“Never.” A few more heavy breaths, followed by “Next time, I’ll take you down first. There are also some methods I can explain.”

Tony chuckled.

“Maybe even demonstrate.”

Gibbs’s own cock, which had risen during the preceding events, jumped a bit at that comment.

Tony rolled his legs up on to the bed. He reached for Donato, moved the pillow out of the way and patted the bed where the pillow had been.

“Kneel here, Gibbs.” 

He indicated the top of the headboard.

“Hands up here. Ass out, legs spread.”

Gibbs wondered if he was going to be spanked again.

“I’m eager to see what my evil twin does for you. Let me know what you feel – I don’t want to hurt you. What’s your safe word, Gibbs?”

A gentle hand brushed over his ass cheeks as Gibbs stared fixedly at the wall, suddenly nervous. Tony was going to use Donato on him? That was … amazing.

“Twizzlers is my safe word, Sir.”

Tony chuckled at the almost gruff tone his submissive had deliberately used. Yeah, well, Gibbs needed to lighten up a bit now and then.

Tony was spreading a condom over the wood now, grumbling slightly under his breath as he stretched the plain product over the flared end.

“Sir?” Gibbs couldn’t quite hear what he was saying and wanted to make sure he wasn’t missing any commands.

“Boring boring condoms, Gibbs.”

Tony grinned over at the kneeling man.

“You’ll have to get some better ones. Textures and colors and all.”

Colors? Wasn’t the rosy wood of the birch sculpture about to enter his ass unique enough? Oh wait, this was DiNozzo, after all. Gibbs allowed a small sigh to escape his lips. At least he hadn’t mentioned stripes or polka dots, or leopard spots. This was, after all, the man who had declared his safe word would be a candy.

“We’ll have to stock up on some better lubes, too, Gibbs. There’s a lot more to life than KY Jelly.”

Gibbs lifted an eyebrow. It worked. What was the problem there?

“Massage oils. Incense.”

Well, life with DiNozzo as his Dom was going to broaden his experiences. That he could tell.

Tony climbed up next to him.

“Don’t let go, Gibbs – of the headboard that is.”

A finger explored the crack between his ass cheeks, brushed against the puckered opening.

“Tell me, Gibbs, when did you know you were a sub?”

The finger poked into him. He was expected to think, to answer questions, while this was happening to him?

“Um. Always knew.”

“Who did you first sub for?”

“Shannon.”

Damn that finger felt good. He wanted more.

“No one before her? No boys will be boys explorations behind the gym? No tying you up in the locker room after a basketball win?”

Gibbs wanted to drop down into subspace, but the persistent questions demanded his awareness. He could barely hear him.

“No, Sir.” 

He whispered as he arched his back in response to a particularly well-aimed fingering.

“Why not, Gibbs?  You spend your life looking for answers now. Weren’t you a curious kid?”

“No one I wanted near me, Sir. The two guys closest to my age were cruel – we fought instead.”

“Is that why you hide your true nature?”

This was torture, enjoying the sensations blazing through him but having to answer questions.

“Couldn’t submit to them, Sir. Never could.”

Donato was at the opening now. Gibbs was primed and ready for it.

“Submit to me now, Gibbs.”

That whispered voice commanded him, close to his ear, as Donato spread him open. He dropped immediately down, deep where only sensation mattered. His body became merely a sheath for the probe that pushed in and pulled out, further and further each time until the head of it caused the vibrations to overtake him. He moved as the hand resting on his hip guided him, thrusting against, or moving with the thickness he had created, as the rhythms controlled him. His own fingers held firmly, gripping the headboard that in turn held him in position for his Dom’s desires.  Finally, when he thought he would be pushed beyond what he could stand, he was coming hard as he responded to another whispered demand.

Gentle fingers pulled his hands from the headboard – he hadn’t been able to let go even when Tony had said he could. He sensed that Donato was no longer in him and wondered when that had happened. Logic and meaning had abandoned him to pleasure and erotic sensation.

His last thought before sleep became his new master was that DiNozzo had kept him answering questions like that on purpose. Gibbs had been kept on the edge, forced to stay aware in order to respond. And when his Dom had let him fall that had been forceful and immediate. He had never experienced anything like that before. Again, he was impressed with the skills that Tony possessed.

 *****

The next morning, at work, Tim was the last of the group to appear. When he finally appeared, it was immediately apparent why he was late. He was blushing a fiery red as he walked out of the elevator, but for a good reason. His shirt collar was deliberately open, the shiny new leather collar around his neck clearly visible.

“Look at you, McCollared.” Tony drawled loud enough for Gibbs’s head to pop out from behind his newspaper. “What were you up to last night, and on a school night, too!”

“Quiet, Tony.”

“Is not Susan Grady a submissive?” Ziva asked softly.

“She’s not Susan, Ziva.” 

If possible, Tim blushed even redder.

Tony had bounced over to McGee’s desk and was peering closely at his neck. 

“Where did you meet her, McGee? Tell Tony everything.” 

He reached in to poke a finger at McGee’s collar, as if to see if it was real. McGee jerked away and scowled at him.

“DiNozzo, let it be.” Gibbs growled.

“Ok, Boss. Just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a henna tattoo that would disappear in a few days.”

He looked back at McGee. “I’m waiting.”

“Actually, Tony, I met her here, in Interrogation. We noticed each other there.”

“Interrogation?”

“So I, well, I arranged to meet her and we hit it off. We’ve seen each other several times since then and, last night, she offered me her collar.”

“And a lovely collar it is, McGee. She, you said. So the lucky Domme is?”

Gibbs’s cell phone rang. 

“Yeah. Gibbs.”

The three agents turned to watch him as he conducted his typical conversation on the phone.

“Holly. Yeah. Uh huh.”

He was silent then, as he listened until his bright gaze turned to McGee.

“And you’ve turned your business over to Charlotte?” he asked.

Tony’s mouth popped open. He knew, now, who had collared McGee, because when he had called to say that he was no longer going to continue working for her, Holly Snow had hinted that she was thinking of quitting the business as well. He hadn’t believed her. Why would she want to stop her successful string of Dominants from doing what they did so well? Even if she herself no longer personally saw clients, running the business would bring in a fair amount of money. But now he knew why, and he felt a warm spot in his heart for Tim. At least, he’d found one of the very best. She would treat him right.

“Congratulations.” 

Gibbs put his cell phone face down on his desk.

“Congratulations to you too, McGee. I hope you’ll be very happy together.”

“Thanks, Boss. I think I will. She’s pretty wonderful.”

Gibbs’s desk phone rang this time. 

“Yeah, Gibbs.”

Abby’s clear tones could be heard coming through. 

“We’ll be right there.”

Gibbs set the handset down and glanced over at Tony.

“Abby’s lab, DiNozzo. With me.”

“On your six, Boss.” Tony answered with his Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo voice.

Tony followed his boss into the elevator. Shortly after the door closed, he reached over and flicked the emergency switch to stop their downward motion.

“I need to talk to you, Boss, for a minute before we go to see what Abby wants.”

Gibbs glared at him, deep in his own boss man mode.

Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out Gibbs’s watch. Gibbs could tell it was sporting a brand new orange band, because he remembered breaking the other band, albeit accidently, in his basement a few days ago. He’d forgotten that Tony had taken custody of it and never returned it back to him. Something, and yeah, he remembered what, had distracted him at the time.

Tony held it open, unbuckled, ready for his wrist. Gibbs immediately knew what he wanted and held out his wrist to him.

“I’m not breaking any rules, here, Gibbs. It’s not a collar. Rule twelve is not being broken.”

“I can see that, DiNozzo.” 

Gibbs stared hard at his new watch band. Trust DiNozzo to come up with something like this, some clever way to claim him that only the two of them would understand. Tony buckled the band around Gibbs’s wrist, held his own hand around it for just a minute, and then let it go.

“Good fit, DiNozzo. Nice choice.”

“I think I chose well, too, Gibbs.”

They smiled at each other as Tony reached over to start up the elevator again.

“So this doesn’t change our working relationship, right, Boss?”

“Right, DiNozzo.”

As the door opened, the elevator reverberated with the sound of a head slap. 

 

Pfoof. 
Fade to orange.





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