BECAUSE OF THIS (epilogue): The Overlooked Puzzle Solution

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Title: Because of This Epilogue: The Overlooked Puzzle Solution
Author: Sarah B. Leonard
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: adult NC-17
Wordcount: 2,222
Spoilers: some mentioned, but not too serious
Warning: m/m sex,
Summary:  Tony really wants to solve the puzzle.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Authors notes: This is the epilogue to 'Because of This' written to explain the puzzles I mentioned. Please allow yourself to enter an alternate universe where Tony and Gibbs can read fan fiction about themselves...

 

Because of This (epilogue): The Overlooked Puzzle Solution

By Sarah B. Leonard

 

Gibbs looked over at his second in command, now also his submissive. Tony had spread a bunch of papers around the workbench and was apparently grumbling at them.

“Is that a cold case file, DiNozzo?” 

“Because of This” Tony mumbled.

“Because of what?  Oh – that story we were just reading.”

“Seems there’s a puzzle. I have to figure out the answer,” Tony looked over at his lover. “The author says there’s a puzzle in here and I’m going to solve it or …”

“Or what?”

“Or … be frustrated for the rest of my life, I guess. Did you solve it?”

Gibbs just raised an eyebrow at him.

“Of course you solved it. Stupid question on my part.” 

Tony grumbled as he picked up another stack of papers.

“It’s obvious, I thought. Saw the first one right away.” Gibbs chuckled, laughing at Tony’s look of frustration.

“First one? D’you mean there’s more than one?”

“There’s three. Two are very similar, though. The middle one connects them.”

“Gimme a clue, Boss. Just a little one.”

“What’ll you give me, Tony?” Gibbs let his voice get a fraction softer, down into what Tony recognized as his toppy voice.

Tony slid off the sawhorse he’d been balancing on, landing lightly on his knees. He bowed his head.

“Whatever you desire, Gibbs.” 

Gibbs didn’t like being called ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ even though Ducky, his trainer, had insisted that he use those terms when submitting. So, when Tony was submitting to him, he was ‘Gibbs’, but at work - or any non-submission times, Tony called him ‘Boss’. Conversely, Gibbs used ‘DiNozzo’ when he spoke to his second at work and ‘Tony’ when he was in Dominant mode.

Gibbs walked over to him, standing in front of the kneeling man. He looked down at him, smiling.

“Arm.”

Tony raised his right arm. He should have known Gibbs had something planned. He’d invited Tony to join him while working on the boat but had told him to bring his project on down with him when he’d found Tony had spread it out over the kitchen table. He was a sneaky “second ‘B’ for Bastard” bastard.

Gibbs buckled the first cuff around Tony’s wrist. Tony felt a chill run down his spine. He loved it when Gibbs put his symbols on him, and fortunately it seemed as if Gibbs enjoyed putting them on him.

“Next.”

Tony lowered the one to rest on his thigh while he raised the other arm. 

“Still a little bruising on this wrist, Tony. I won’t use your normal buckle hole – one slightly looser. Those shackles really did a job on this one.”

Tony would have made some comment about them – the kidnappers - not exactly having his comfort in mind, but he was already dropping to where his usual snarky comments were no longer quite so necessary. Speaking would have made him come back up to total awareness. 

Ducky had been concerned that Tony might fall into subspace at an inopportune time, but so far there hadn’t been any problems. One repercussion of wearing his cuffs and collar only when submitting to Gibbs, however, was that Tony fell hard and fast when Gibbs put the symbols upon him.  Even Gibbs, who was still new with this whole “alphabet thing”, as he often called it, was surprised at how quickly Tony fell into subspace for him.

“Kneel up.”

Tony lifted his ass up off his legs.  His head stayed down while Gibbs buckled on the collar. Gibbs trailed his fingers across Tony’s neck and up to his right ear.

“Look at me. I want to see how your ear is healing.”

Tony’s green eyes were at half mast as he met the blue ones. He moved his head slightly to the left as Gibbs guided him into position.

“Hole is almost gone. No more earrings for you.”

Gibbs flashed back to when Abby had carefully removed the green gem from Tony’s lobe, then confirmed the identity of the person who had been in charge of the kidnapping ring by finding her fingerprint on it. Fortunately, Tony had kept his wits about him while imprisoned and never touched it, although he had complained mightily about it itching the whole time. 

He had his moments.

“Stand and strip.”

Gibbs stepped back from his boy then decided to make himself comfortable on the recently vacated sawhorse. He watched as Tony obeyed his order, standing and removing first the cut-off sweatshirt he wore, then the loose sweatpants. As usual, he wore no underwear. 

Damn, his submissive was beautiful. He watched as Tony stood, statue still in front of him, waiting for the next order.

“Get it up.”

Gibbs loved this. Tony was already partially erect from the preceding actions, but now, on command, he had the ability to grow hard, just by hearing Gibbs tell him to do it. Gibbs watched as Tony, head bowed, arms hanging loosely at his sides, followed his tops’ orders. Without touching himself, by will alone, Tony now had a leaking and very eager erection.

Some day I’m gonna have to ask him what he thinks about to do that, Gibbs thought to himself.

Usually at this point in their relationship, Gibbs took his boy and made thorough use of him, ‘servicing him’ as Katib had said. But he was in the mood for something different today. Tony was such an amazing sight. He wanted to watch.

Gibbs reached for an old blanket that was still downstairs, from the old days when he drank himself silly down here, working on the boat. He wouldn’t even attempt the stairs back then, not in that condition. He’d just wrap himself up in the blanket and sleep down here in the sawdust. He shook it out, folded it smaller and tossed it to the floor in front of Tony.

“Kneel.”

Tony obeyed, thinking that Gibbs was going to use him orally. He started to move toward him.

“Not so fast, Boy. Just kneel.”

Tony blushed, knowing that he had assumed what Gibbs wanted. In his days with Ducky, that would bring about punishment. He should know better by now. 

“Do not assume. Do not anticipate. Do only what you are instructed to do, Anthony. You should not even be allowing yourself to think at this time. Exist merely for the whims of your Dominant.” 

He could still hear Ducky’s voice from during his training. How could he have forgotten?

What did Gibbs want him to do? No – wait. As Ducky had said, “Do not think.” Tony blanked his mind.

“Close your eyes. Pleasure yourself.”

Tony’s hand went to his own cock immediately. He closed his eyes as he wrapped his hand around his hardness and began to stroke.

“Slowly, Tony. As slowly as you can stand it. Make yourself last for me.”

That was more difficult. He gentled his own touch, feathering lightly over his sensitive flesh. That was easier. He could take this.

“Balls too, Tony. Pull on ‘em.”

His left hand followed that command. He wrapped his hand over his balls and pulled. Gibbs was driving him insane. He hadn’t said he could come, so he wouldn’t but this was not easy to do. Very difficult. Damn, he hadn’t been this hard in a long time. He kept stroking, varying the rhythm as he needed to so he wouldn’t come, but continuing the self-stimulation as ordered.

He heard Gibbs move but blocked those sounds from his thoughts. He was here only to touch himself in front of Gibbs. Touch and pull, stroke and caress, manipulate himself for his lover’s pleasure. Put on a display to entertain him. 

Tony loved it.

A cool slick liquid entered his awareness. Gibbs had poured lube over his cock. Slick, then warming: that special stuff he had shyly asked Gibbs if they could buy, that night they’d gone shopping at Innuendo. It grew warmer as he stroked, just like it had said on the label. Now he was hot, hot and slippery at the same time. He started to pant. 

More liquid landed in his left hand. Soon his balls were coated in liquid heat, tingling liquid heat. The stimulation was incredible. Tony couldn’t hold back a groan.

“Faster. Don’t come yet.”

He was glad he wasn’t standing. His knees would have buckled. The unusual smell of the lube joined with his own scent. The smell of sawdust was momentarily overpowered by the smell of sex and warming spices. He stroked himself from root to tip, tugged on his burning balls, raised his head and moaned again. Not much more – he couldn’t take much more. The knowledge that Gibbs was there, watching him commit this self torture, was pushing him further. Please please please … with each obedient stroke he begged that Gibbs would let him come.

“Stop. Hands at your sides.”

Gasping deep breaths, he obeyed. His lungs were bellows, pulling in and pushing out as he forced his hands away from the heat. He squeezed his eyes so tightly that he saw stars behind his lids.

“Hold still.”

He was shaking. He couldn’t stop shaking but besides that, and breathing, he held himself quiet. His genitals were burning, so ready to explode. Please please please. Gibbs, please.

“You are such an obedient bottom, Tony. Bottom to my top.”

Tickly tingling heat was so strong in his head. What was Gibbs saying? Bottom? He wasn’t bottoming now, he was displaying himself for Gibbs pleasure. Torturing himself, by stopping.

“Because of this, Tony often makes sense.”

Huh?

He heard Gibbs move closer to him. His head was surrounded by large gentle hands, his face pulled forward for a kiss. Gibbs wrapped an arm behind his head, to maneuver him to the right position.

“Here’s your clue, Tony. ‘Because of this, Tony owns my soul.’ Submissive to my Dominant. Bottoms to his Top. Bottoms, Tony bottoms.”

Gibbs kissed him again, kneeling on the blanket in front of him. Gibbs pulled gently on his lower lip, sucking on it then pressed deeply against his boy's lips in a rougher kiss. Tony jerked as Gibbs took his straining cock into his own hand and started stroking it. 

Please please please. Let me come.

Gibbs could feel Tony trembling under his two hands, one behind his neck as he ravished Tony’s lips and the other hand on his cock. He alternated stroking hard with soft, noticing his own fingers becoming warm as the lube continued working.

“Now, Tony.”

He cupped his hand over Tony’s cock as he spoke, wanting to feel the fountain as Tony shot on command. More liquid warmth, but this time spurting from his boy. Gibbs pulled back to watch his face. Tony was so very beautiful when he gave it all up for him. He remembered Ducky saying he should observe him – observe Tony as he submitted. Ducky was right. Tony was extremely expressive and so willing to follow his commands. 

He made sure to support him with the hand behind his boy’s neck, pressing against the collar.

So beautiful.

Tony continued to shake after he followed his top’s instructions. His breathing slowed. His muscles relaxed. He sagged in Gibbs’s arms.

“Down, on the blanket. Relax.”

Down was easier, Tony thought, once he settled enough to begin thinking again. He had no strength left. That was amazing. Gibbs had, again, taken him to new heights of ecstasy. Amazing.

“May I speak?” He could just barely whisper.

“Yeah. What?”

“That was hot, Gibbs. Really hot.”

Gibbs chuckled. “Thought you might enjoy that. Now relax. Sleep.”

Gibbs tucked a loose corner of the blanket over the shattered man.

“Tony – I’m going to start dinner. When you get some energy back, c’mon up. Dinner, then I think – one of those alphabet sessions upstairs. Ok?”

“Anything for you, Gibbs. Anyth…” Tony was asleep.

(an hour later}

Tony stretched as he smiled, waking up. Damn. Gibbs sure kept things lively. That was hot!

He stood up slowly, making sure he had his “sea legs” since he realized he was downstairs, alone with the boat. Hadn’t Gibbs said something about dinner? And then a session upstairs? Sounded like a marvelous plan.

But he’d better clean up that story he’d been searching through. Hmmm – Gibbs had done something to it. He’d taken his carpenter’s pencil and circled the title: Because of This. He’d also circled the first full sentence.

“Because of this, Tony often makes sense.”

The chapters were also spread out. He could see the first letters of each chapter – they had been in a larger font.  Part one: ‘T’, part two: ‘O’, part three: ‘N’ and part four: ‘Y’. His name – the first letters of each part. Well, that was rather obvious now, wasn’t it?

The last page was also in line with the other pages. 

“Because of this, Tony owns my soul.”

Suddenly it hit him. It was an alphabet puzzle, and not some deep significant phrase, although … well, it still meant a great deal to him. And, he knew, to Gibbs as well.

But the puzzle was solved.

BOTTOMS

T

O

N

Y

BOTTOMS

So, Gibbs had solved it.

He shoved all the pages together to take them upstairs to add to his collection of fan fiction.

Yeah, he just loved this ‘alphabet stuff.’

 

(pfoof)

 

The Final End


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