THE MARK OF JETHRO
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tingrecaTitle: The Mark of Jethro
Author: Sarah B. Leonard
Fandom: NCIS
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: NC17 - graphic m/m sex, with just a tad of adult spanking
Wordcount: 2,565
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
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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 Suitable For Framing which is a sequel to The Color Purple which is a sequel to Clap Your Hands which should explain the fairy bit. Have I confused you enough by now? Oh - the lovely Lady X still lives in London, just in case you were wondering. Hope you enjoy!!!
The Mark of Jethro by Sarah B. Leonard
Tony was barely inside the front door when he heard Gibbs’s query.
“Did you remember your camera?”
“Yes, Boss. I forgot it at first but I went back for it because I knew you’d…”
The rest of his sentence was buried under a welcome home kiss from his lover. Gibbs’s hand was already sneaking its way down past the waistband of Tony’s pants to check on his favorite ass.
“I don’t feel very much heat.”
Gibbs pulled away to let Tony catch his breath.
“Well, I sure felt it all afternoon so I don’t think you’ll need to freshen it.”
Tony lit up the room with his glowing smile. Gibbs wasn’t going to be distracted though.
“I want a good clear picture. One that I can frame.”
The searching hand pulled out of the waistband and patted, gently, on Tony’s butt. He didn’t want to hit the wrong place now and spoil the print.
“And how are you going to get the print printed?”
DiNozzo breathed the question then moved in quickly for another kiss. His lover’s kisses were delicious and he wasn’t always in a kissing mood, but apparently the mid-day spanking had inspired him. Tony recalled that McGee had even sent him an email about Gibbs constantly looking at him, wondering if Tony had managed to make their boss angry or something. Tony had replied with “Not that I know of, McWorrywart.” McGee had left him alone after that.
But Tony had noticed that Gibbs’s eyes were stuck on him quite a bit more than normal. He had wondered if the hand print activity earlier in the day had motivated the additional glances Gibbs had thrown his way. Tony started thinking about the places at work where he could continue to “inspire” his boss. There weren’t very many private areas, with the security cameras hanging from every wall and windows in so many of the doors. The place wasn’t built for intimate moments.
“I’m thinking Abby’s lab on the weekend. “ Gibbs mumbled the words across his agent’s lips. “She has extra glossy photo paper.”
“Mmmm … I’m thinking upstairs now,” Tony mumbled as he nibbled back.
Gibbs leaned away from him.
“You’re that anxious to get me smacking on that ass again?”
Tony pretended to back away in horror. Most of the time, he liked the attention, except for the rare times that Gibbs really took to whaling on him. And even then … yeah, it hurt but it was a good hurt and usually, except when it happened in weird places like the medical van, it was followed by hot sex with the Silver Fox. That made it all worthwhile.
“I was thinking more of some ‘under cover’ action, not ‘save the fairy’, Boss.”
Gibbs grinned at him.
“Dinner first, DiNozzo. It’s Friday night – we always watch a movie, too. What did you choose?”
“I got to thinking about Zorro.”
Gibbs chuckled.
“You want a ‘Z’ on your ass too?”
“No no, Boss – believe me. The hand print is enough!”
“So which Zorro did you choose?”
“Well, I know Antonio is popular right now, but I got the classic: The Mark of Zorro starring Tyrone Power.”
“Not George Hamilton in ‘Zorro, The Gay Blade’, my Antonio?”
“Well, I was tempted but I figured you’d headslap me, Boss, and one end of me is already well marked.”
Tony reached around as if to rub his butt but Gibbs grabbed his wrist.
“Don’t mess with it. That’s my mark,” he snarled.
“But it’s my butt!” Tony whined at him.
“Oh? Is it really?”
Gibbs drawled that comment as he pulled him in for one more kiss. Gibbs held him tightly, almost in a restraining hold, as he pushed against Tony, getting his tongue between his lover’s lips and finally, claiming his whole mouth as Tony shivered in his grasp.
“No, Boss. You’re right. It’s all yours. I’m all yours.”
“Humph. Thought so.”
Gibbs let him go so quickly he almost lost his balance, standing there on wobbly knees – the reason he always liked to be sitting down or on a bed when Gibbs was around. Or, for that matter, actually on his knees. With that thought, he followed Gibbs into the kitchen where a slow cooker was scenting the air with the smell of homemade barbeque sauce and country ribs.
“Mmmm. Are they done? Your rib recipe, right?”
“About another half hour should do it. Potatoes are baking.”
“I know – you like the skins and they have to be crispy.”
“They turn to mush in the microwave, Tony.”
“Then I have time for a shower first?”
Gibbs turned around to face him. “Two things.”
“Huh?”
“Two things – don’t let the water get too hot or it’ll ruin the hand print.”
Tony chuckled.
“And the second thing?” he asked.
“Save it for me.”
Damn. Gibbs could still make him blush with just the simplest of phrases.
“Ok, Boss. I won’t play in the shower.”
The movie ended. Both men were leaning back on the couch, their shoulders touching. Gibbs’s hand was stroking Tony’s upper thigh, keeping him very aware of the nearness of his lover during the film.
“I told you it was a classic, Boss.”
“It is good, but I grew up with Guy Williams, Bernardo and Tornado. And that fat old sergeant.”
“Garcia.”
“Yeah. Him.”
“Was Zorro your hero?”
“I suppose so, back then.”
“When you were a kid.”
“Yeah. I ran around marking things with a ‘Z’.”
Tony laughed.
“Until I marked one too many things and … speaking of marking things, how’s that hand print doing?”
“Just fine I’m sure, Boss.”
“Well, set up the camera. Let’s take the picture that I want.”
Tony grabbed the camera and handed it to Gibbs, then stood and stripped off his sweatpants.
“T-shirt too. I want the full moon, DiNozzo.”
Gibbs peered through the camera lens while DiNozzo bared his butt to him.
“No good. Needs freshening up.”
Gibbs stood up and grabbed Tony’s wrist, then guided him around to the back of the couch.
“Bend over.”
Tony pouted at him.
“What?”
“A kiss first? Before you mark me with the ‘Z’, Senor Zorro? Senor Silver Fox?”
Gibbs had been admiring the view. He wasn’t at all shy about taking Tony in his arms and pressing him backwards, throwing him artistically over the back of the couch as he ravaged his lover’s lips. When he pulled him back up, Tony groaned his appreciation of the treatment.
“Nice sword there, Tony.”
“You told me not to play earlier. I didn’t.”
“Good boy. But how are you going to bend over the couch with that?”
“Maybe … um … we could take care of it first?”
“We?”
Gibbs did the eye brow lift at him then suddenly dropped to his knees.
“I think I could try some sword swallowing.”
Tony had to grab on to Gibbs’s shoulders as Gibbs surprised him by putting his hands on Tony’s hips and pulling him, completely, into his mouth. Gibbs had never offered these services before, preferring to have Tony bottom for him and taking care of him either with his hands, or by rubbing against him, or even letting Tony do himself as Gibbs pounded into him. Having Gibbs kneeling in front of him was a complete shock.
With the earlier spanking in the van, the hot glances and kisses in the kitchen, and his nudity now with Gibbs still fully dressed, Tony was rapidly over-aroused. The silver head moved back and forth as Tony was enveloped by sensation – warm, wet absolutely incredible feelings. Soon he was moaning and trying not to thrust into the amazingly talented mouth. He hadn’t known Gibbs was that proficient at … um … sword swallowing!
“Boss…”
Tony tried to warn him but Gibbs just grabbed his love’s hips tighter, holding him where he was. He refused to back off, even as Tony groaned again.
”Gibbs, I … I …”
Then he was flying and shaking and throwing his head back and his fingers were bruising shoulders as he held on for dear life, glad that Gibbs had such a good hold on him as he lost it all. His heart thumped in his chest as he swayed in his lover’s grip. He struggled to get enough air down into his lungs as his mind exploded into metallic flashes of swords clashing together. And when he came back to life, he was bent over the back of the couch and Gibbs was close behind him, supporting him. He could barely remember anything except the sight of Gibbs swallowing him whole.
“Breathe, Tony.”
Tony sensed rather than heard the sounds. He leaned back a little, welcoming feeling returning to his legs and his arms.
“Damn, Gibbs. That was …”
“Shh. Don’t say anything. Relax for a minute.”
Yeah. Bent ass-up over the back of the couch. He stayed where he was, unable to stand.
“Just breathe.”
Oxygen in, oxygen out. Damn. He must have passed out.
“Better now?”
“Better than what? Than before? Or than just now? Or …”
“Guess you’re fine. Spread your legs a little.”
Tony moved his feet out a bit, thinking that Gibbs was telling him to get more comfortable when a rush of movement behind him gave him a split second’s notice.
“Ow! A word of warning would be nice!”
“Ok. Don’t move, DiNozzo.”
“Yah! Double ow, Boss.”
“I want a good clear shot.”
“Gaah! Shot?”
“Picture, DiNozzo.”
“Wow! Boss, that smarts.”
“Be glad it’s not a sword.”
“Mmmmph … a sword might be softer than your … Ow!”
“One more. Ready?”
“No I am not … ahh!”
“There. That looks good. Stay where you are.”
Tony could hear rustling sounds as Gibbs’s retrieved the camera.
“Ok, DiNozzo. Smile!”
“How can I smile when my ass is on fire?” he mumbled down into the cushions.
“Say ‘cheese’.”
He heard several clicks, some accompanied by flashes and some not as Gibbs took several variations of his upside down pose. Never before had Tony posed nude. It was, he realized, kinda hot that Gibbs was so serious about this picture. He started thinking of something else he could do for Gibbs.
“Ok. That should do it.”
“I can stand up now?”
“That depends, DiNozzo. I think I like you there.”
“Oh?”
Gibbs had growled that response. Tony wasn’t at all surprised to feel fingers outlining the mark on his ass again, just like they had earlier in the van.
“Yeah. Hold that pose.”
This time Tony heard a different sound, more like clothes being removed. Warm flesh pressed up against his over-heated ass as a firm finger played with his hole, lubricating him and stretching him. Being upside down suddenly wasn’t the only reason he felt dizzy. A second finger joined the first, pushing into him eagerly, preparing him for - he didn’t dare say it out loud, not without risking a headslap or worse but he thought to himself - “Jethro’s sword.”
Three fingers were in him now. The burn of the hand print combined with the burn of the stretching. Tony moaned.
“Hurry up. I’m ready.”
“Slowly. Slowly now I think.”
There it was. The thickness he relished inside of him, widening him, stretching, expanding him. Filling him. Claiming him.
“Mmmm – you are so tight.”
Gibbs’s voice was so low it vibrated through him.
Gibbs pushed up against him, deep in Tony’s ass. He began to move inside of him, pressing his body against that mark on Tony’s ass. Tony could feel the intensity building already. They had been heating each other up all day. Gibbs wouldn’t last long tonight.
The rhythm sped up. Hands tightened on his hips as Gibbs slapped against him. Bent over as he was, he could feel Gibbs slamming his balls against him, hitting his exposed ass. Harder and faster, the rhythm increased until Gibbs stiffened while deeply buried. Tony treasured the sensation of feeling Gibbs come inside him, something he usually was too busy to notice. This hand print thing was having all sorts of repercussions, and Tony appreciated them all.
Gibbs was leaning over him, his breathing heavy and syncopated as now he was the one who gasped for breath. His arms reached around Tony and hugged him close. After a moment Gibbs stood, pulling his lover up with him.
“Bed, now, Tony.”
Saturday morning, Gibbs and DiNozzo snuck into Abby’s lab. Between the two of them, they managed to load the pictures on to Abby’s computer and print out a successful shot of the hand – the mark on DiNozzo’s ass. It took about three tries before they were happy. Tony also printed something else that he very seriously typed while insisting that Gibbs sit where he couldn’t see what Tony was doing. Tony very carefully shredded their rejects then deleted the files so there would be no record of them having been there.
The conspirators vigilantly shut Abby’s computer off and made sure every speck of their presence was erased. Gibbs was eager to get back home to create a frame worthy of the photo and cooperated by making two frames when Tony made that request. Tony was eager to see their efforts hung on the wall. He surprised his lover with the printout he had made, a personal version of the Zorro theme for Gibbs that he had composed earlier.
Early Monday morning, Abby powered up her electronic team members. As all her machines answered her, she greeted Bert, who she trusted to attentively guard her lab in her absence.
“What’s up, Bert?”
The hippo seemed mildly concerned about something. Abby gazed over at Major Mass-Spec, checked out a few more of her team of machines and then noticed something odd. There were shreds in her shredder bin. She distinctly remembered recycling them on Friday before she had left.
She checked her trash. Nope. That had been emptied. Wait - trash – she checked the trash can – the recycle bin – on her computer. There were files in it. Odd. Very odd. She was sure she had cleaned that out Friday afternoon as well.
Curious, she clicked on one of the files. Wow! What the…???
Wow and double wow…
Even more curious now, she looked at the other files. A chill ran through her as she realized what they were. She wondered, what should she do? Should she make a new photo for her walls? No – she had a better idea.
She searched for the address. There it was. She attached the best picture file along with the poem and sent the mail on its way.
“Hope you like it, London!”
Somewhere in London the recipient opened her e-mail and read:
The Mark of Jethro
Out of the night,
When the full moon is bright,
Comes the agent known as Jethro.
He’ll make his demand
With the flat of his hand
The mark that stands for Jethro.
Jethro, the fox so silver and grand
Jethro, he spanks the print of his hand.
Over his thighs
Hear DiNozzo’s loud cries
Bares his butt before his Jethro
He’ll beg and he’ll plead
But his ass it does need
The mark that stands for Jethro.
Jethro, the fox so silver and grand
Jethro, he spanks the print of his hand.
Jethro, Jethro, Jethro, Jethro ….
That was pretty darn good. But she liked the picture even better.
(the end)
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Date: 2010-02-18 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-18 07:34 pm (UTC)And thanks yous to the picture too.... mwa ha ha ha ha.
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Date: 2010-02-18 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-18 08:33 pm (UTC)You are most welcome.
(I suspect Abby will print them for herself before they are truly deleted.)
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Date: 2010-02-19 08:24 am (UTC)This was really great. The line with the fairy was absolutely amazing!!
What an amazing way to start the day :) Specially since I really wasn't in the mood for getting up. Thanks :D
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Date: 2010-02-19 01:55 pm (UTC)That one? Tee hee - I did giggle when I wrote that one.
I realized I forgot food and drink warnings - hope you were ok!
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Date: 2010-02-19 03:43 pm (UTC)I read it before breakfast so no problems this time ;)
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Date: 2010-02-19 09:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-19 01:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-19 03:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-19 03:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-19 04:03 pm (UTC)It was all good, but I think I loved the ditty best, we really need to have somebody do a photo manip like the one for Xanthe's 24/7 with Mulder and Walter, but with Gibbs + DiNozzo in pose; and your ditty below.
Now for some cool refreshing water after the heat and laughter.
You've won yourself a new dancing lady - I had it gifted yesterday
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Date: 2010-02-19 04:15 pm (UTC)I'd been wondering about a manip myself, but don't have the required software. If you know someone who can be bribed...
It also needs a little fairy somewhere, don't you think?
Glad you experienced heat and laughter.
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Date: 2010-02-19 04:22 pm (UTC)I don't have the software required either, apart from the fact I'm still learning to do basic stuff.
Ask Xan who did the manip for her 24/7 story about Mulder and Walter, because it's really great.
And of course a little fairy too perhaps with Abby's features - lol
DEfinitely heat and laughter from top to bottom with all that conjures up..
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Date: 2010-02-20 12:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-20 02:25 pm (UTC)Another: http://www.xanthe.org/xf/bdsm/247/24713.html
One of my favourites: http://www.xanthe.org/xf/bdsm/247/24714.html
Another: http://www.xanthe.org/images/xf/pics/liestill_jenr1.JPG
There was another one somewhere but unfortunately most of the picture links give error :-(
The manips for this story were great - it'd be nice to see similar for Two Masters, because I think that story really deserves it (a girl has her preferences - lol)
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Date: 2010-02-20 04:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-20 05:15 pm (UTC)I think 2 masters is seriously lacking in manips of this kind, but I think Gibbs+DiNozzo are far more handsome than Mulder and Walter - Mulder's passable, but I find Walter effete, always have don't know why but there we are. Your story was fun because Mulder's a gem to work with he's crazier than Tony - lol
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Date: 2010-02-19 04:22 pm (UTC)Lucky Lady X in London to get that picture! ~giggle~
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Date: 2010-02-19 04:35 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-04-20 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-20 02:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-28 05:34 am (UTC)Always been a fan of Zorro but now the swordplay will mean so much more in my mind.
Hot as hell but very sweet too in a cool way.
Loved doll!
Cheeks
xx
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Date: 2010-04-28 05:56 pm (UTC)I wonder if they'd let me put up that picture and poem in my office - in a nice classy frame of course! No???