tingreca | SUITABLE FOR FRAMING

Title: Suitable For Framing
Author: Sarah B. Leonard
Fandom: NCIS
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: R maybe with adult spanking
Wordcount: 1, 111
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Adult spanking, conversations with stuffed animals
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Authors notes: This fic was inspired by a picture that

xanthelj posted here . If you haven't already seen it, well hurry on over and look! It's not suitable for work though. Or in the company of anyone who isn't a legal adult! This fic is a sequel to The Color Purple which is a sequel to Clap Your Hands which should explain the fairy bit. Hope you enjoy!!!

Just in case you don’t know, dear Reader, all of my ‘spanky fics’ were (and will be!) inspired by Xanthelj, who lives in London. And now you may read…

SUITABLE FOR FRAMING by Sarah B. Leonard

“Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs!”

Abby’s face appeared on the video phone in Ducky’s office. “Are you hiding down there?”

“I’m not hiding, Abs. I’m working.” Gibbs moved over to the phone. “Got something for me?”

“Well, not on the case but you need to come here now.”

Abby flicked off the video, obviously trying to get the Team Leader to hurry over to her lab.

“I’ll be back, Duck.”

Gibbs waved a hand at Ducky, who immediately went back to carrying on a serious discussion with the recently terminated corpse he was about to examine.

Grabbing a Caf-Pow! on his way to Abby’s lab, he motored through the glass doors and quickly changed course over to the volume control, flicking off the floor-shaking racket so he would be able to hear what Abby had to tell him. She grabbed the drink with one hand and started slurping while pointing furiously at one of the computer screens.

‘G I B B S’ appeared across the screen in bright red letters. Then ‘G I B B S’ flashed for a few seconds, now in a bright glaring purple font. ‘G I B B S’ then morphed into shimmering acid green gothic letters.

Gibbs moved closer to the screen. The last of his name faded away. A small flickering light appeared in one corner of the screen, slowly growing bigger until he realized it was a little blonde winged fairy, very similar to a famous fairy of Peter Pan renown. Oddly, though, instead of a magic wand, this one carried what appeared to be a black leather riding crop with a purple handle. Her path across the screen was erratic. Her flicker was slowly fading. Even if Gibbs hadn’t known immediately what it all meant, he would have known the fairy was not well. As she landed at the bottom of the screen and appeared to pass out, the screen faded to a peachy golden tone. A large hand suddenly appeared, then disappeared, leaving a red hand print that increased in color, then also faded away.

‘G I B B S’ appeared across the screen again, in bright red. The whole message repeated itself.

“It’s some kind of weird virus, Gibbs.” Abby stopped slurping for a moment. “Although it’s not taking over or anything, or growing or replicating. I can make it go away, but I thought maybe it would mean something to you?”

“Yeah, Abs. Thanks. You can get rid of it.”

“Do you want me to trace where it came from?”

Gibbs had already left the lab.

“Faster than a speeding bullet.”

Abby looked over at Bert as she spoke. Although perhaps no one else would have known, Abby knew the hippo agreed with her.

“DiNozzo!” Gibbs yelled across the bull pen as the elevator door opened.

“Yeah, Boss?”

Gibbs didn’t say anything, just jerked his head toward the elevator. DiNozzo trotted on in as the doors were already beginning to close. He still didn’t say anything as the elevator doors opened again, this time next to the van that either Mr. Palmer or Ducky drove to a crime scene.

Gibbs opened the back doors and jerked his head at his agent again.

“Uh, inside?” asked DiNozzo.

Gibbs just glared in functional mute mode then followed as DiNozzo clambered inside. Gibbs lowered the legs of the gurney to the shortest level, just barely off the floor of the van. Spinning around his confused agent, he sat on the white surface, then slapped his hands down onto his own lap.

“Boss?” Tony, bent over under the roof of the van, sat next to him. Quarters were tight, but they could move around a bit now that the gurney was beneath them. Gibbs reached around him and shut the doors.

“Not next to me. On my lap.”

“Boss?”

“It’s the fairy, DiNozzo. I just got a message.”

“You got a message from a fairy?”

“Yeah. I need to leave a hand print somewhere and I know just the perfect place.”

He grabbed Tony’s tie and pulled him close for a rough kiss. When he felt DiNozzo melting, he backed off and slid the puddling agent face down across his outstretched legs.

“Let me see your bare ass. Now, DiNozzo.”

Tony scrambled, awkwardly, as the position didn’t leave him much room. But he managed to reach beneath him and undo his belt and zipper, then squirmed around a bit as he pushed off his pants and bared his ass to his boss. No – not his boss. His lover.

Gibbs truly appreciated the sight of it. Kind of a peachy golden color, clenching just a little bit - in apprehension? Anticipation? His right hand softly petted the light coating of invisible hairs, making Tony moan at the gentle touch of his hand.

He smacked his open palm down hard, listening to the sound echo in the metallic confines of the van. Tony jerked beneath him in response. The red hand print appeared, marring the perfect surface. Gibbs wished he’d told DiNozzo to bring along his digital camera. That sight was good enough to be framed.

He aimed and struck again at the exact spot. The print darkened. Several times in succession he hit the identical area. The hand print remained perfect, changing slowly to a much deeper red hue.

“Damn, DiNozzo. That looks so good on you. Bring your camera home tonight.”

“What?”

“Your digital camera. I need a picture of that, in the guest room that’s no longer a guest room.”

“Right, Boss. But will it last?”

Gibbs smacked him a few more times, until Tony just had to grab tightly onto the gurney beneath them.

“I can always freshen it up.”

“Somehow,” Tony sighed, “I knew you’d say that.”

“So why didn’t you send that email to my computer?”

Tony looked back over his shoulder at Gibbs, who was now running his index finger along the print that he had made.

“What e-mail?”

“The one you sent to Abby’s computer.”

“I didn’t send any e-mail to Abby, Boss. What are you talking about?”