tingreca | TENNIS, ANYONE?

Title: Tennis, Anyone?
Author: Sarah B. Leonard
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Gibbs, DiNozzo
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
Rating: Adult, explicit, m/m slashy bathtub naughtiness
Warnings: No spoilers, but this is a sequel to Shameless, a sub!gibbs, Dom!Tony tale.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.

Authors notes: I think I'm stuck in sub!gibbs mode. (not really) This is written for the prOnathon, and betaed by the amazing wintermute_lj so all mistakes are mine, all mine!!! (LJ keeps eating part of this - I'm trying to get it right!)

BUT FIRST!! Feast your eyes upon this NSFW piece of artwork by

wintermute She did it for Shameless, so the combination of the prOnathon and her wonderful gift got 'sub!gibbs' and 'Top!Tony' together again.

Tennis, Anyone?

By Sarah B. Leonard

Ahhh – this was so relaxing. At home, a long weekend ahead, a cup of coffee at hand and a hot bath.

Gibbs grinned, knowing no one was around to see him with this silly expression of glee covering his face. It wouldn’t do to appear as anything other than ‘Grouchy Gibbs’, especially since he was having such a difficult time with not smiling these last few days.

His Dom – that’s right – HIS DOM – Tony had told him to ‘go home, go directly to home, do not pass go, do not collect $200’ … and get into the tub and relax. If Gibbs wasn’t deeply immersed in hot water and at least half way to pruney when Tony got there, well … Tony let the sentence hang but he had squinted his eyes and actually scowled at Gibbs.

Of course, no one else had been around at the time. They were the last two still working in the Squad Room. Gibbs had sent the others away some time ago with growled orders to relax over the weekend or else. Tony had popped his head up and spouted “Permission to complete this report, Sir,” in a goofy voice, which allowed Gibbs to glare at him and nod acceptance.

Gibbs smiled to himself. He was still keeping that secret, but at least now he had a partner in, well, not a partner in crime but at least a sharer of the secret. He still presented himself as a Dom in this world, but now, when they were alone, he could actually be himself – a submissive to his Top. Having that in his life now was so amazing.

DiNozzo, of course, had his undercover work cut out for him, too, but at least he didn’t have to pretend that he was something other than his true nature. Even if he slipped up and said something or acted in a dominant manner toward Gibbs, he could just laugh it off to his well-known Top mode. He had always been a Top, so it wasn’t really a problem for him. He just had to remember who his boss was, and respond in his already functioning Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo fashion.

Gibbs glanced at his wrist, pulling it out of the water for a few seconds. This wrist – the left one. If he looked closely, he could still see a slight impression from where his watch band usually sat. Of course, right now it was on the nightstand in his room, safe and dry. But normally, it was on his wrist, placed there by Tony, on that eventful day in the elevator and now every morning when they woke up together, which was becoming more regular as the days flew by.

Neither man was pushing for Tony to move in permanently, but soon it was going to be a moot point. Tony would have moved everything he owned to Gibbs’s house. He knew Tony was thinking about it – he had, after all, caught him measuring the space where the old couch sat, probably wondering how his much newer model would fit and carefully eying the area above the fireplace mantel. Knowing Tony, he was calculating how big a flat screen TV could hang up there.

So, here Gibbs was, very contentedly soaking in the bathtub, per his Dom's orders, on his way to being at least halfway pruney.

Gibbs heard Tony's car coming up the street. Shortly after, he heard the front door open and close.

"Someone had better be in the tub," Tony sang as he climbed the stairs. "Someone had better be half way to pruniliscious."

The bathroom door opened. Tony stood there with his arms behind his back, obviously hiding something.

He smiled at Gibbs. Gibbs gave him an eyebrow raise back, as if to indicate ‘See? I did what you asked. I’m in the tub.’

“Bought you a present.”

Tony walked in to the small room, still hiding something behind his back.

“What?”

“Close your eyes, Gibbs.”

That was the cue for Gibbs. Now they were in Dom and Sub mode, just like that. ‘Gibbs’ was what Tony used when talking to his submissive, just as now his own title had switched from ‘DiNozzo’ at work, ‘Tony’ when they were together but not at work to ‘Sir’ when he was in his fairly recently acquired but developing role as Dominant to the older man’s Submissive.

“Yes, Sir,” Gibbs answered as he closed his eyes.

Gibbs heard his Top move closer. A gentle hand stroked over his hair, from forehead to neck, then brushed lightly at the back of his ear. Very deliberately a fingertip outlined the outer edge. Gibbs squelched the shiver that ran all the way down to his no-longer-pruney cock. Well, that didn’t take long, he thought.

Tony chuckled. Apparently, he also noticed the response that light caress evoked in Gibbs.

There were more touches around his head. Gibbs realized he was being blindfolded, but he kept his eyes closed, even when his Top asked him if he could see anything.

“No, Sir,” he responded. “Eyes closed.”

“Good.”

Tony’s voice was almost into that whispery mode he entered when he was in Master Herschel mode, the name he had used when he had first introduced himself to the submissive waiting for him in the Mannington Suites on that fateful night. Gibbs still wondered how he hadn’t realized the identity of the man. But then, he had been so caught up in his own denial that he really wasn’t paying attention, other than to get what he needed from the mysterious ‘Master Herschel’. Of all the people he had expected, his own heart’s desire was the one person that he had least expected to be there.

Fortunately, he’d been very wrong about that.

“Tell me if the blindfold moves, Gibbs. I want you completely in the dark.”

Gibbs could hear the rustle of clothing now. It sounded to him as if his master was removing his clothes. A short grumble escaped his lips.

“What was that, Gibbs? Were you speaking without permission?” Tony asked him.

“Not speaking, Sir. Just wondering when I would get to undress you.”

There was no inflection in his comment. He wasn’t whining. He was just, well, expressing a normal submissive’s desires. Sure.

If Gibbs hadn’t been wearing a blindfold, he would have seen the grin that split his Top’s face. Tony was glad that Gibbs didn’t have a different personality when subbing – he was still Gibbs.

“Put your hands palm down on the bottom. Bottom of the tub, that is, not your bottom.”

Tony laughed lightly at his joke as Gibbs moved his hands under the water into the position required.

Gibbs felt the movement of the water as Tony stepped into the tub. Tony arranged himself on his side, up against Gibbs.

“Now on to your left side a bit, Gibbs. If the blindfold gets wet, it gets wet.”

Gibbs hoped that meant he could move a hand; he wasn’t that twistable. He rolled over and replaced his right hand back on the tub’s floor. Tony spooned up against him then lifted one leg up over Gibbs’s legs, enforcing the feeling of Tony being in charge.

Tony’s hand touched him, began to stroke him from the back of his neck, down his spine, over one ass cheek and onto his thigh. Gibbs trembled, already eager to respond to Tony’s mood. He wondered if the blindfold was the present. He did already have the blue leather one, which was not the best choice for an underwater adventure. This one felt like a heavy silk material. Or was the present something else?

“Relax for me, Gibbs.”

Tony was caressing Gibbs’s ass now. His fingers worked into the crack. One digit pressed against his hole. The warm water had Gibbs feeling easy, so Tony’s first finger fit in quickly.

The antique tub barely fit the two men. It was a large one – Shannon had enjoyed having both of them in there together so it was big enough – almost – for the two men. She’d been thrilled with the high sides and the claw feet as well. Gibbs had suspected that Tony would join him, so he hadn’t filled the tub all the way. Besides, he figured more hot water could always be added.

Tony worked his finger in and out, slowly letting Gibbs adjust to the intrusion. There was still a lot of gentleness in their relationship. Gibbs wondered if a rougher side would develop as they both grew more used to each other.

“Mmmm…”

Gibbs moaned softly, enjoying the sensation and the intimacy.

“Yes, Gibbs.” Tony spoke softly near his ear. “You may speak.”

His finger pressed in fully, emphasizing to Gibbs he had forgotten to ask permission. He was still so new at this, in spite of being so eager for it.

“Actually, Gibbs, I brought you three new presents. One is the blindfold. The second …”

Now the hand with the teasing finger moved away from him. Gibbs felt new little waves splashing against him as Tony moved around in the tub.

“… Is a new lube, specially made for the third gift.”

Gibbs smelled an unfamiliar scent. He couldn’t describe it, but it was spicy. He grunted slightly as Tony reinserted his finger and a friend. Tony pushed hard against him so Gibbs slid more on to his belly than his side.

“The third gift is something new. Not a dildo, since Donato will suit all of our threesome needs and I wouldn’t dare to insult his state of perfection by even suggesting another. Not a plug. I have ample supply of those for you.”

It was getting difficult to concentrate on what DiNozzo was rambling on about – no, wait, don’t think of him as DiNozzo when his finger is up your ass. ‘Sir’ was talking and as his submissive, Gibbs should have been paying complete attention but those fingers – those fingers felt so damn good as they rubbed against him.

Now the fingers curled up a bit and hit that spot. Tony deliberately stroked Gibbs several times, demanding the shivers of pleasure that rippled through him. Tony loved how his gruff and stubborn submissive melted at his touch, allowing Tony to draw whatever responses he wanted from the older man. It could become a real power trip but he wouldn’t let it go to his head. He gave himself a virtual headslap to calm himself.

“Rather, I have something new for you, I hope. You are willing to experience new things, aren’t you, Gibbs?”

“Basics are good for me, Sir.”

Gibbs was barely able to force that one out around those waves of sensation that Tony’s fingers were causing. Hot water, hot Tony, hot actions: all making his own body so very very hot in response. He could feel his own flesh heating up, and not from just the water.

“’Sears’ is not what I want for you, Gibbs. And ‘the basics’ are not what you are going to get from me, either.”

Gibbs grunted. He let Tony think it was a response to what he was saying, but actually, Tony’s probing inside of him was making it impossible for Gibbs to remain his usual stoic self. Funny how what Tony was doing made him want so much more from his Dom, while when his doctor checked him out, he only wanted to wring the man’s neck. Fortunately, Ducky was well aware of how Gibbs just barely tolerated the enforced exams that NCIS required of their agents and took him through the list with the utmost efficiency.

Now why the hell would he be thinking of annual exams at a time like this? Because you still can’t believe you have what you’ve desired for so long – Tony as your Top – and you insist upon denying yourself the pleasure.

A firm hand smacked the portion of the ass cheek that was out of the water.

“Where are you, Gibbs? Pay attention.”

Tony spoke sharply into his ear, and then laved that same ear with a hot wet tongue. Gibbs’s instant reaction to that caused more waves to happen.

A small hard object entered him now, pushed into him by his Dom’s agile fingers. He felt his hole open and then close back around it. The intrusion wasn’t Donato, or Tony. What the hell was that? He jerked away from it. Tony grabbed his hip firmly and held him immobile.

“Hold still, Gibbs. I want you to take this for me.”

“Wha?”

“You don’t need to know. Just take it.”

First one, then another. Tony held his ass cheeks open as he pressed something into Gibbs. He could feel the – whatever – get larger, then smaller, then larger again. Multiple … things?

“Sir…” Gibbs groaned.

“Just purple, Gibbs. Just purple. Easy. Take the purple for me.”

Tony’s hand caressed his neck, soothing him as one might sooth a frightened animal. Animal? Tony snickered to himself. With Gibbs’s cock, more like a wild stallion, not just any old frightened animal.

“Here comes another one, just like the other one.”

Seeming just a bit larger than the previous ones, another entered him. None were being removed, just pressed firmly inside, to join their friends, one after the other.

The feeling of being full was getting stronger to Gibbs, but there was no pain. Just the motions of Tony behind him, filling him with … marbles? Bigger than marbles. Golf balls? No, Gibbs thought they were smaller than that.

Tony spoke in a flat deep voice.

“We are the Borg. You have been assimilated, Seven of Nine.”

Gibbs wasn’t sure what that meant, but seven? There were seven of these things in him now?

Then one more entered him. He wasn’t sure about the feeling but his cock was – it was hard and throbbing and ever so eager for his Dom’s touch as it bobbed in the warm water.

“Eight is enough but not for you, Gibbs.”

That was more like Tony’s normal voice.

“Relax, Gibbs. Room for one more.”

A small cramp ran through him. His Top noticed and reached in front of him, between his cock and his abdomen, and rubbed small circles there.

“Easy. Breathe easy. Last one.”

The hand went back to pressing against him. His hole was again breached, but this time the closure was different. It was thicker. He could feel the objects inside of him, against him, and something similar to a plug holding him open.

“Are you ok?” his Top whispered into his ear. “Just keep breathing.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Gibbs wasn’t sure about the unique sensations he was feeling. His mind was whirling, wondering what Tony had done. Would this turn in to some kind of weird egg hunt? Now he understood the reason he was blindfolded. He spent a short second wondering if he would get to see what Tony had packed into him. The sensations were different, mildly unusual, but he didn’t understand why Tony seemed so mysteriously excited about this game.

Tony began circling his fingers on Gibbs’s warm flesh again, but this time it was that spot on his back, that spot just above the crack between his cheeks, that spot where any stimulation made him hot and hard.

Then Tony was moving around again, behind him. He spooned against him, bending his own knees into the backs of Gibbs’s legs, tucking his own cock up against Gibbs’s ass. He slipped one arm under the water, beneath his submissive’s neck. The other reached in front and took hold of Gibbs’s cock.

“Roll forward just a bit, away from me, more onto your front. Keep your hands on the floor of the tub, Gibbs.”

Tony used the buoyancy of the water in the tub to maneuver Gibbs. He began to stroke the cock he was gripping, long slow tight strokes through the water. More little waves washed over Gibbs. He recognized the increased pressure inside of him, too, as whatever his Dom had inserted reacted to the pressures as his cock received more blood. All of this combined to increase his hardness and change his internal shape. His body, now tender and responsive, felt as if a low current was surging through him, electrifying his very nerves. Deeper, longer strokes from the man in control made Gibbs breathe intently to the same tempo as his body responded to the stimulation.

Gibbs wished he wasn’t blindfolded so he could watch as Tony played him as he would play a fine instrument, producing delicious music for the enjoyment of both men, accompanied by heavy gasps as Gibbs’s excitement slipped closer and closer to orgasm.

“Take over here, now, Gibbs.”

Gibbs’s moved his hand from where he was straining to keep it, pressing on the tub floor, as his Dom had asked, and dragged his right hand over to his cock to continue the rhythmic pulls. Then Tony placed his hand high on Gibbs’s hip as he whispered in his command voice.

“Gibbs, I want you to make yourself come.”

Using Tony’s body for balance, Gibbs obediently took over the strokes, shaking now as he felt his muscles tensing, his balls tightening. The pressures within him grew. A low moan escaped his lips as he gave in, and began to shoot, feeling the thicker texture move through the water over his own hand.

Tony pulled on the beads that filled his unsuspecting victim, timing the removal of each bead with the pulses he could feel surging through Gibbs.

Fireworks flashed behind the blindfold. Exhilarating pulses of nerves sent electric messages through him, all centered in his cock and ass but rushing through him like a canoe would speed through rapids. Gibbs shouted, surprised and unable to hold in his voice as he surged through the unexpected anal stimulation. Several hoarse screams echoed loudly in the confines of the small room as Gibbs responded to the pleasures his Dom gave him.

His first thought when he could think again was that he was glad his Dom’s arm was holding his head up out of the water. With all the thrashing about that he’d just done, he might have ended up trying to breathe under water.

Tony held him close, with one arm beneath him, one arm over him. He pulled him tightly against him as Gibbs trembled, a victim now to the residual responses that the extreme stimulation had caused. Another collection of little waves danced through the tub, tickling against his sensitized flesh.

Tony removed the blindfold and tossed it somewhere out of the tub. Gibbs blinked several times as he recovered his vision, then he turned his head just a bit so he could gaze into the clear green eyes near his own.

“So, Gibbs,” Tony asked. “Still want just the basics?”

“Whatever you want is fine with me, Sir,” he responded, his voice sounding just a little hoarse from the earlier shouts.

“Thought so, Gibbs.”

Tony squeezed his arms tighter around him as he settled his head on Gibbs’s shoulder. The warm water enfolded them in its embrace.

“I’ve got lots more presents for you and many more things I need to do to you.”

Gibbs felt one more tremor rush through him at his Dom’s words.

“And one thing for you to remember, Gibbs.”

“What’s that, Sir?”

“Resistance is futile, Gibbs. Resistance is futile.”

“Well, yeah, Sir, I understand that. But I do have one question.”

“What’s that, Gibbs?”

“In the middle of all this…” Gibbs waved a hand over them, indicating the two of them spooned together in the tub. “Why were you talking about a tennis player?”

“A what?”

“Borg. Didn’t you say something about Bjorn Borg?”

Tony just stared at him, too stunned to even think of giving Gibbs a slap on the back of his head.

(the end)

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OMG, I love it!!!!!!
Especially the last bit! lol!
Too perfect, I really do love this series (using the word hopefully *g*), what you've created here is so good, I really hope you'll write more. But if not, I'd like to thank you for giving me a new world to daydream over! *g*

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