sinderella81 | Fic: Deep Undercover 2/2

Author:

sarkywoman
Title: Deep Undercover
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Gibbs/DiNozzo
Spoilers: None
Warnings: mentions of BDSM, allusions to dub-con
Disclaimer: We don't own NCIS or anything related to the show ... damn it! *wink*

Summary: Tony goes undercover for two months and comes back ... different. How will the team react? How will Gibbs react? And what happens when the perp Tony went undercover to catch escapes custody?

Tony pulled up outside Gibbs' apartment, his mind full of confused and conflicted feelings. It had been one hell of a weird day. There had been a car following him - not Kate and McGee's - but it passed Gibbs' house without slowing, so Tony's paranoia was eased. He hated being a target. He was walking through Gibbs' front door when Kate and McGee pulled up.

“All right,” Kate said as she and McGee followed Tony inside. “We’ll set up a bit down here while you go upstairs and shower and stuff.”

“Right,” Tony said. “Catch you later.” He headed upstairs and straight for Gibbs’ bedroom. After searching for a few minutes, he located a pair of Gibbs’ old Marine sweats and a worn NCIS t-shirt.

He breathed in the scent of Gibbs from his clothes and couldn't believe he'd been given permission to wear them.

"You looked better in the clothes I gave you," said a calm voice from behind him.

Tony spun around. "Mario," he gasped. The man was holding a gun. The window was open. Fuck.

“Tony Baby,” Mario said, the gun trained on the agent. “You’ve been a naughty boy.”

Tony was suddenly back at the club, and he tried to fight the wave of submission that swept over him. “I’m an NCIS agent, Poblete,” he said. “It was all a job.”

“Oh I don’t think so,” Mario said, stepping closer. “Was it a job when you had your pretty mouth wrapped around my hard cock?”

God, Tony could practically taste the man as he spoke. He knew that the Snake could sense his deceit. He couldn't pretend on this one, it had gone too deep under his skin. "It was."

Mario shook his head with a smile then, pointing the gun, backed Tony up against the wall. "I can do anything I want with this gun against you. And that's turning you on, isn't it?"

Tony bit his tongue. Christ, what was wrong with him that Mario was turning him on?

“Oh my pretty Tony,” Mario said, rubbing the barrel of the gun against Tony’s chest. “Such a naughty little slut.”

"Don't." But what had begun as a heartfelt command became a whimper as it left his lips.

"Take off your shirt," the man ordered, waving the gun to make Tony obey. As commands went, it was harmless, so Tony did as he was told, taking off the NCIS shirt that had felt so warm. Then he was back against the wall, the Snake toying with his nipple piercing.

“Did everyone see this little decoration, Tony Baby?” Mario asked, flicking the nipple ring with the barrel of his gun.

“N-n-no,” Tony whispered.

“Good,” Mario said, leaning forward and kissing Tony’s neck. “That’s mine …. “

Tony gasped. He was achingly, embarrassingly hard. It was actually the situation turning him on, as humiliating as that was. The utter powerlessness of it. Mario had a gun, Tony couldn't possibly fight him. It was like he had an excuse to stop being smooth and in-control Agent DiNozzo. He could just let it happen, no blame attached.

“Oh you’re my little slut, aren’t you, Tony Baby?” Mario said, the barrel of the gun sliding down Tony’s chest and Mario began to lick and suck at Tony’s neck. “I missed you, Tony Baby … missed your pretty face kneeling next to me.”

Tony bit back a groan, biting his lip so hard it nearly bled. Fuck, what Mario was doing and saying to him shouldn’t make him feel that good …

"I knew what you were from the start," Mario whispered in his ear as his free hand pushed down the waistband on his sweatpants. "Dirty slut in a fed's body, getting the chance to come out and play. Only a naughty boy would have taken on an assignment like that." Tony hadn't been wearing underwear and Mario's hand reached between his legs, stroked his mark - a snake tattoo on Tony's inner thigh.

Tony arched into Mario’s touch, shame coloring his cheeks. He hated that this bastard, this criminal could make him feel like this …

Gibbs pulled into the driveway and hurried into his house. The meeting with the Director had been … interesting. Tony would be on mandatory leave until The Snake was back in prison, they’d both decided.

“Where’s Tony?” he asked Kate and McGee.

“He went upstairs to shower,” Kate said.

“When?” Gibbs asked.

“About thirty minutes ago,” McGee replied.

"And you haven't checked on him?" Gibbs asked, eyebrows raised.

"I take about forty-five minutes to shower," Kate shrugged.

"Really?" McGee queried. "I'm more like twenty-five."

"And DiNozzo takes ten!" Gibbs snapped before drawing his gun and running up the stairs.

“Tony … my Tony Baby,” Mario said, tracing patterns on Tony’s inner thigh with his fingernail, the gun barrel pressed against Tony’s stomach.

Tony tried to fight back, he really did. He barely registered the bathroom door banging open.

“Freeze! Federal Agent!” Gibbs yelled.

Mario grinned and looked over at Gibbs. “What are you going to do?” he asked. “Shoot me? Tony Baby would be so mad if you did. Then he wouldn’t have anyone to tell him how beautiful he is and make him feel so good.”

"Drop your weapon," Gibbs growled, still professional despite the sudden itch in his trigger finger. Behind him he heard the gasps of Kate and McGee as they arrived at his side and saw the scene.

Poblete pressed the gun harder into Tony's flesh. Gibbs fired. The Snake fell back onto the floor, choking out his last few breaths, and Tony slid down the wall without the bastard to hold him up against it.

Tony stared at the dead body of Poblete and pulled his knees to his chest. “He’s … you … “ he whispered.

Gibbs set his gun on the bathroom floor and crouched next to Tony. “Tony? Come on, Tony,” he murmured. “Look at me, okay?”

Tony whimpered and looked up at Gibbs. “I’m naughty,” he whispered.

“No,” Gibbs said, pulling Tony into a gentle hug. “Not naughty.”

Gibbs glanced up to see Kate and McGee were just standing there staring, shocked at what they had seen. "You two sort out this mess. Tell the Director, get a clean-up, the usual. Go!" He added when they didn't move immediately. Then his attention was on Tony, who was still a mess. "Hey, DiNozzo. Come on, let's step out into the bedroom."

Tony stood and followed Gibbs, almost blindly. He barely registered Gibbs helping him lay down on the bed.

“You got him?” Tony whispered.

“Yeah, Tony,” Gibbs said, running a hand through Tony’s hair. “I got him. You don’t have to worry about him ever again.”

"I didn't fight him," Tony murmured, turning his lost gaze onto his boss. "I just let him touch me."

"He had a *gun*, DiNozzo," Gibbs said gently. Tony was no Marine - no unarmed grappling with armed men for him.

"I was glad," Tony said, whispering now. "It was like an excuse."

“An excuse?” Gibbs asked.

Tony nodded. “A reason for it to be okay … how I felt when he touched me … when he said those dirty things.”

Gibbs sighed and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Tony’s hair. “It’s okay to enjoy things like that, Tony,” he said. “But that man? Poblet
e? He was just doing it because he could … not because he felt anything for you.”

"I lied to you," Tony said, making Gibbs' blood run cold for a moment. "Not a proper lie, but... a lie of omission. I didn't fuck any of the gangsters, but me and the Snake? We... We did stuff, boss. I knew he didn't really care about me. It didn't matter." Tony's voice was quiet and monotone, something Gibbs didn't like to hear.

Gibbs sighed again and pulled Tony into his arms. “That … bastard … had no right to touch you like that,” he said, rubbing Tony’s back. “You … damn it! It should only be … only me that gets to touch you like that.”

Tony's eyes widened as he looked up at him. "You want to?" he asked in an amazed voice. "Even after..."

"Of course, Tony. I thought I was being too obvious," Gibbs said awkwardly.

Tony shook his head slightly. "No, not obvious to me." Then he wrapped his arms around Gibbs and spread his legs in blatant invitation. "If you want me, boss, you can have me." Damn.

Gibbs gave Tony a firm smack on the rear. “Not that Tony,” he said.

Tony leaned back a bit and blinked at Gibbs, confused.

“I want *my* Tony,” Gibbs said. “The one underneath all these piercings and tattoos.”

Tony winced. "That's like... asking me to be two different people at once. I want to be for you what I was for them." Tony rolled slightly so that Gibbs was beneath him, then moved down his body. "I want to do for you what I did for that bastard. It should have been you. I wanted it to be you." He began unbuttoning Gibbs' trousers.

Gibbs smiled a bit and kissed Tony gently. “Why don’t you let me play a bit?” he asked. “Want to see you, Tony … “

“You want to see me?” Tony asked, almost shyly. “I … I don’t look … “

“Tony,” Gibbs said. “You. Are. Beautiful. I thought you were beautiful the first moment I set eyes on you.”

"But I..."

"On your back," Gibbs said in a low, but strong voice, not feeling guilty for being commanding. Tony immediately obeyed. But before they could go any further, there was a timid knock on the door.

"Gibbs?" Kate's voice.

“Fuck,” Gibbs growled. He leaned down and gave Tony a soft kiss. “Stay.” He rolled off the bed and padded over to the door. “What is it?” he asked.

“McGee and I are done … the body’s gone and the cleaners are finishing up,” Kate said. “The Director’s going to want a report - “

“He’ll get it when it’s done,” Gibbs said. “And if he asks, tell him I’m taking care of my senior agent.”

"Um, that's the other thing," Kate said nervously. "Me and McGee wanted to know he was okay before we went."

Gibbs sighed. Of course. Selfish of him really to try and keep Tony's state to himself when he had concerned friends. "I'm gonna look after him myself, Kate.," he reassured her.

“Okay,” Kate said. “Um … tell him we hope he’s doing okay. And … I guess we’ll see you later?”

“I’ll have Tony call when he’s feeling better,” Gibbs said with a smile. “Go home and get some rest, Kate.”

Kate nodded and turned around, heading down the stairs.

“Finally,” Gibbs said, turning and looking at Tony, who was laying perfectly still on the bed, staring at him.

Tony tilted his head to the side as if he was waiting for something. Gibbs folded his arms and looked at him. "What?"

"Just experiencing some deja vu, boss. Wondering how far it's going to go. If you order me to touch myself now, that's going to be weird."

Gibbs smiled and crawled onto the bed. “No,” he said. “Don’t want you to touch yourself.”

“You don’t?” Tony asked, his face falling a bit.

“Nope,” Gibbs said. “*I* want to touch you.” He pressed a kiss to Tony’s lips as he wrapped his hand around Tony’s cock.

After every gentle kiss pressed to Tony's neck or face or chest, Jethro leaned back briefly to take in the sight of his beautiful agent. The sight of DiNozzo slipping into a submissive state under the hands of that dirtbag had driven Gibbs mad. To think, five god-damn weeks of that. While Jethro was sipping coffee in the Bullpen, someone else was watching this.

“You’re mine now, Tony,” Gibbs murmured. “All mine … “

“Yours,” Tony agreed, arching into Gibbs touch. “Be whatever, whoever you want me to be … “

“Just want you,” Gibbs said, gently pulling Tony’s shirt off. He ran his hands over Tony’s chest, gently tugging at Tony’s nipple ring. “Mine,” he said before he traced the dragon head on Tony’s shoulder with his tongue.

Tony made a long, needy noise as Gibbs' tongue trailed along his back. "Sorry boss," he gasped.

Gibbs frowned. "What are you apologizing for?"

"I'm being a slut again, aren't I?"

“You’re enjoying yourself,” Gibbs said softly, kissing Tony’s collarbone. “And it’s okay to enjoy yourself. I like hearing those noises - you sound so fucking sexy. I like making you feel good. You. Making you feel good makes me feel good.” He guided Tony’s hand down to his own erection, barely contained in his jeans. “Making you feel good does this to me … “

Tony licked his lips as he caressed the denim-covered package. "Boss... you've got to let me suck you. Please."

Gibbs smiled. He'd always had his suspicions about DiNozzo's sexual kinks, but having that submission voiced before him was too good to be true.

Gibbs executed a well maneuvered roll and suddenly he was on his back on the bed with Tony on top of him. “You wanna suck?” he asked with a smile. “Then suck.”

Tony licked his lips again with anticipation then finished undoing the fastenings on Gibbs' trousers, eventually freeing the man's large erection. Despite obvious nervousness in his eyes, Tony went to his task with enthusiasm. He licked at the head of Gibbs' cock before sucking it in through lips that had to have been made for this.

“Fuck,” Gibbs moaned, arching off the bed a bit. “Fucking perfect mouth … “

Tony hummed around Gibbs’ cock, his hands caressing Gibbs’ hips as he sucked. Fuck, Gibbs felt better in his mouth than … No, he wasn’t going to think of him. Gibbs was the best. Period.

Before long, Gibbs had to pull Tony off of his cock or he was liable to come down the younger man's throat. "That's good, Tony, really good," he reassured the man, "but I've got more plans for us." He had to make sure Tony wasn't put off of the things he enjoyed just because of his experiences with the Snake. Or worse, that he would be encouraged to seek it out from disreputable sources.

“More plans?” Tony asked softly. “Like what?”

Gibbs smiled and ran his hands over his chest. “First, I want to see the rest of you,” he said. “Want to see this beautiful man.”

Tony smiled weakly. "Well here I am," he said nervously.

Gibbs noted the way Tony was keeping his legs tight together now, and thought he knew why. He'd caught a glimpse of something before, another tattoo perhaps. "Open," he said simply, running his fingertips gently over Tony's legs.

Tony’s face flushed and he ducked his head as he spread his legs. He was embarrassed, ashamed of the tattoo.

Gibbs saw the snake on Tony’s inner thigh and ran his hand over it. “Do you like this tattoo, Tony?” he whispered.

Tony shook his head. “No,” he said. “It’s his mark … “

"Figures," Gibbs murmured, touching the outline of the pattern with his fingers. "A man like Poblete had insecurities. Wanted to mark every pretty thing he came into contact with. A snake's a loaded image, full of phallic imagery and ideas of corruption. And it's a sneaky predator. Makes sense that he'd put something like that on such beautiful skin."

“It’s … it’s a constant memory,” Tony murmured.

“Do you want to get it covered? Or removed?” Gibbs asked, pressing a kiss to Tony’s collarbone. He wanted to make sure Tony knew that he was loved and wanted.

“I think so,” Tony said. “Covered, I mean. Maybe with something … you and I decide on.”

"Hmm, we'll think of something," Gibbs murmured before distracting Tony by dragging a finger up the man's erection, rubbing at the moisture collecting there. Tony was arching up against him, moaning and gasping.

"Boss... I need..."

“You need to come,” Gibbs said. “I know … let me take care of you.” He leaned down and wrapped his mouth around Tony’s cock, a hand sliding around to Tony’s ass. He allowed one finger to slide inside Tony, teasing him just a bit.

"Oh!" Tony reached shaking hands down to bury his fingers in Gibbs' silver hair. "Oh god that's good, boss."

With a theory to check, Gibbs reached his hands up and grabbed Tony's wrists, pinning them to the bed sheets. Tony didn't protest against the restraint, quite the opposite.

Tony arched against Gibbs as he felt the older man pin his hands to the bed. “Boss … please … “

“Oh Tony,” Gibbs said as he removed his mouth from Tony’s cock. “We’re going to have so much fun … “

“Huh?” Tony was rendered speechless as Gibbs wrapped his lips back around Tony’s erection, sucking with expertise and enthusiasm.

Gibbs took his mouth off of Tony for a moment to fetch the lube from his nightstand. Tony moaned softly at the loss, but was treated to Gibbs' mouth again with barely an interval in his pleasure. This time, as Gibbs sucked, he rubbed lubricant over his finger and slid it slowly into Tony's body, then out. A little deeper each time until he was fucking DiNozzo with his finger.

“Oh … oh!” Tony gasped and reached up to grab the headboard, wrapping his legs around Gibbs. “Please? Please … Boss … Need … “

Gibbs hummed appreciatively around Tony’s cock as he sucked. Fuck, he loved those little sounds Tony made. He wondered if he could come just from hearing Tony’s voice …

He stepped up to two fingers sliding in and out of Tony's tight heat, massaging the sensitive walls inside. "Ohhhh, boss... don't wanna come down your throat. Want... mmm, fuck... want you to use me... I'm yours... I want you to come inside me..."

Gibbs stopped for a minute, pulled back and gave Tony a soft smile. “Not going to use you,” he said. “Going to love you … “

Tony teared up a bit. “No one’s ever … I mean … “

Gibbs wiped away a few stray tears. “I love you,” he said. “You deserve to be loved, not used like some … toy.”

Tony blinked away the water in his eyes. "Oh," seemed to be all he could say, then he was tugging Gibbs into a desperate kiss, their erections pressing against one another and driving both men wild. Breathlessly, Tony pulled back and gasped, "What if I really get off on being used, boss?"

Gibbs laughed. "Then we play pretend."

“I like playing pretend,” Tony whispered, grinding against Gibbs.

“No playing pretend tonight, Tony,” Gibbs said softly. He fumbled around, finding a condom and lube in his nightstand drawer. “Just you. And me.”

"That's all I need," Tony murmured, gazing up at Gibbs with love in his eyes.

"I'm not sure about that, DiNozzo," Gibbs teased. "I think you need someone to boss you about, to hold you down, to make you accept your own pleasure." Tony shivered. "Am I right?"

Tony whimpered and nodded. “Yes,” he whispered. “Please?”

“Not tonight, Tony,” Gibbs murmured, kissing Tony’s chest as he slipped a condom on and lubed up. “Tonight I just want to feel you … “

Resting his weight on one arm, Gibbs continued to stroke Tony's hard cock as he slowly eased his own length into his lover's tight entrance. Jethro was transfixed by the look on Tony's face. The agent was biting his lip, concentrating on letting Gibbs into his body, eyes fluttering shut with the pleasure that his boss was giving him.

“Oh … Jethro … “ Tony sighed and arched against Gibbs, groaning as the older man pressed into him.

Gibbs gasped as he felt Tony clench around him. “Easy … easy, Tony,” he murmured.

"Feels so good," Tony moaned, wrapping his arms around Gibbs to try and pull him closer to hurry him. "More, please."

"Let me judge that," Gibbs murmured, not trusting his hedonist to know his own limits. "I'm making this good for you, DiNozzo."

"Mmm, *so* good..."

“Shhh … relax,” Gibbs said, massaging Tony’s hips. “Let me in … that’s it … “ He leaned down and pressed soft, gentle kisses to Tony’s face as he began to slowly thrust. “Fuck you look so good, Tony … all mine, did you know that? You’re all mine … “

"Oh, that's what I want," Tony moaned. "You... mmm... have no idea how many nights I've woken from dreams of this... dreams of you, boss."

Tony was tight. A virgin to this. The thought made Gibbs gentler even as his cock throbbed harder.

“This isn’t a dream, Tony,” Gibbs murmured as he thrust. “This is reality … you and me, Tony … “

“You … me … “ Tony groaned and reached down to stroke himself to Gibbs’ thrusts. “Please … more … “

"I'll give you everything you need," Gibbs whispered, pressing kisses to Tony's neck.

"I always tried not to think about it," Tony murmured as he arched up against Gibbs' body, "About the things I wanted you to do to me. I thought it was... wrong, twisted to need you like I do."

“Oh Tony,” Gibbs whispered. “It’s not wrong at all … nothing wrong with it … “ He nibbled at Tony’s collarbone, smiling at the little noises that escaped from his lover.

Tony whined and gripped Gibbs’ shoulders. “Please, Boss … I need … I need to … “

"Sssh, sssh, I'll get you there," Jethro promised, reaching down to pull on Tony's erection. "And you'll get me there, won't you? Such a good boy, so eager to please..."

Tony tugged Gibbs into a deep and desperate kiss, moaning against the older man's tongue as his prostate was nudged.

Gibbs smiled against Tony’s lips, moving at just the right angle so he brushed Tony’s prostate with every thrust. He wanted his boy to feel good … to forget whatever had happened to him at the Snake’s hands. “Come on, Tony … come for me, good boy,” he whispered.

Tony's legs wrapped tighter around Gibbs and his eyes scrunched shut. His cock was leaking all over Jethro's skin and his fingers were digging into the older man's back. He was falling apart and Gibbs had never seen anything more beautiful. It was such a relief that Poblete was dead. He hadn't deserved this. Hell, Gibbs wasn't even sure he deserved it.

“Gibbs … Jethro … please … “ Tony gasped, sweating beading across his forehead. “Let me … please?”

“That’s it, Tony,” Gibbs said, reaching down and wrapping his hand around Tony’s hard, leaking cock. “Just let go and come for me … “

The exact moment that Tony came was marked by the abrupt stop of his moan, the way it turned into a deep, satisfied sigh as his come splashed against Gibbs' body. His tight channel quivered around Jethro's cock, bringing the silver-haired man right up to the brink of orgasm as he watched ecstasy sweep over Tony's face.

Tony wrapped his legs around Gibbs’, pulling him closer as he came. “Yes … “ he moaned.

The sight of Tony coming, and the feeling of his lover clenching around him sent Gibbs over the edge and he groaned as he came, leaning forward to claim Tony’s mouth in a possessive kiss.

They held one another tightly as they rode out their orgasms, pleasure coursing through their bodies like electricity. Tony had never felt so complete, so loved. He let Gibbs' tongue own his mouth like he had let Gibbs' cock own his body. Wasn't that what he had wanted all along? The source of all those dreams that had caused many nights of anxiety?

Gibbs sighed as he rested his head on Tony’s shoulder. “Fuck, Tony,” he murmured. “Not letting you go … ever.”

“Good,” Tony replied. “Don’t wanna go anywhere … just be yours … “

Gibbs smiled and reached down to play with the piercing in Tony’s belly button. “You really like all this?” he asked.

Tony looked over his own body thoughtfully. "The tat on my thigh can go. I can get one of the other two removed too... but I want one of them, either the dragon or the 'beautiful' symbol." He licked his lips at the feel of Gibbs playing with his tummy piercing. "The, uh...earring and belly-button could probably go if you don't like them. It's high maintenance to keep all of these clean. I suppose the eyebrow and tongue aren't really professional either," he mused unhappily. "Even Abby doesn't have this many piercings. What about the nipple piercing? You like that one?" Tony asked hopefully.

Gibbs laughed a bit and gave Tony a soft kiss. “The tattoo on your thigh is going,” he agreed. “Keep the other two … they’re beautiful.”

“And … the piercings?” Tony asked.

“Definitely keeping the nipple ring,” Gibbs replied with a smile, tugging on it playfully. “The rest is up to you … I love you no matter what.”

"Well... how does the tongue bar feel when you kiss me?" Tony asked curiously. Then his ears told his brain the rest of what he had just heard. "You love me? Wow..."

"I don't ask that you feel the same way," Gibbs said softly. "Just that you let me make you feel the way you deserve to feel."

“I … no one has ever … “ Tony felt tears come to his eyes as he stared up at Gibbs.

“You deserve to be loved and cherished Tony,” Gibbs said. “Let me love you … let me show you … what it means to be truly loved.”

“Yes,” Tony replied. “I’ve loved you for so long, Gibbs … I want to be loved, Gibbs … please?”

"Hush, you'll never have to beg me," Gibbs said, "I promise."

"What if I want to beg you?" Tony said cheekily.

"Ah, well, that's your decision," Gibbs answered with a smile.

Tony smiled and wrapped his arms around Gibbs. “I’ll beg …sometimes,” he murmured. “Thank you … “

“For what?” Gibbs asked, kissing Tony’s neck.

“For saving me … for loving me … “ Tony whispered softly.

Gibbs ruffled his agent's hair and noticed the sleepiness in Tony's eyes. He'd had a tough time lately and exhaustion was beginning to grab him. "Get some sleep, sweetheart," he murmured, kissing the younger man on the forehead. Tony smiled gratefully and both men wriggled under the covers, holding onto one another again.

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