Fic: Pack-Mates

[sinderella81]

Title: Pack-Mates
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: DiNozzo/Gibbs
Genre: First Time
Summary: The world has gone to the dogs, literally.  In a world where everyone is a werewolf (sort of) Gibbs has to make sure his most loyal dog is right where he wants to be ... co-authored withsarkywoman and written for the NCIS Kink Meme
Warning:  Male/Male sex (of the human variety only)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of NCIS ...

At the National Canine Investigation Service, agent Jethro Gibbs' team had a motto. 'You made your own Pack'. He and each one of his agents were strays, seeking out a new Pack to belong to for various reasons. Gibbs liked to think, as the alpha of his team, that they were all happy about their place with him. After losing his own Mate and Cub years before, Jethro had never expected to become the leader of a Pack. He had been happy to be a lone wolf. But then, over time, other strays had followed. Now they were his and he was determined to protect them.

He turned as he heard laughter coming from the elevator, smiling when he saw his team come into view. He’d worked hard to put together a team that worked … like a team. Each member of his pack had a special asset that made them unique.

The newest addition to their Pack was the first off of the elevator. Ziva David, an Israeli Canaan dog from Mossad. After taking her brother's throat out to save Gibbs' life she could not return to her Pack. She was still adjusting to American life and culture, but after initial territorial issues with the other Pack members she had found her place amongst them.

Next off the elevator was Timothy McGee, a Black and Tan Coonhound. While not the best dog in the pack, he had a high aptitude for computers and his abilities in his human form far outweighed any deficiencies he had as a dog.

Following the two and in the middle of an anecdote by the look of things, walked Tony DiNozzo. Technically he was second in command of the pack, but Gibbs knew that would soon have to change. Tony could be second-in-command or the Alpha's Mate, but not both. It was Gibbs' regrets over losing his first Mate, Shannon, that had him hesitating now when he should have been claiming DiNozzo as his and choosing who would lead when he was gone.
 

“So, she Changes, right then and there, and proceeds to pee all over couch!” Tony said, smiling brightly.

“All over the couch?” McGee asked, wrinkling his nose. “That’s gross.”

“She was … marking her territory,” Ziva said as she sat down at her desk.
"After one night?" McGee asked, eyebrow raised.

"Tell me about it," Tony said, nodding in agreement. "Clingy or what? I lose more couches that way." One side-effect of Tony's breed (Italian greyhound and Golden Labrador) was that it gave him constant energy. He was always playing sports or playing with other dogs, which got him into quite a few mating disputes.

“DiNozzo!” Gibbs called, tamping down on the wave of arousal that washed over his as he caught Tony’s scent. “Take a seat and get to work.”

“On it, Boss,” Tony said with a grin as he plopped down behind his desk and turned on his computer. His fingers tapped a staccato rhythm on his desk as he waited impatiently.

On the screen behind Tony's head, footage of a familiar face caught Gibbs' attention. Today justice was being done and a serial killer was being put down. A feral, mangy mutt that Gibbs himself had caught. He watched the bastard being led to the medical gurney on a leash in his scruffy dog form. Gibbs remembered seeing that fur matted with the blood of innocent people.

Tony turned too, and watched the screen with a grim look. “Finally getting put down,” he said. “Good riddance.”

Jenny Sheppard stood on the landing and watched Gibbs’ team. She had been reluctant to let Jethro choose his own team, yet … his choices worked. His was methods were unorthodox, but he got the job done. She tapped her fingers on the handrail. She needed to talk to him about who his next in command was going to be.

Gibbs caught Jenny's scent and looked up at the staircase, meeting the Director's eye. She nodded towards her office and walked off, knowing he would follow when he had the time. As it happened, he was free at that very moment but it never did to indulge her, so he waited a while before standing and ascending the staircase.

“Yes, Director?” Gibbs asked as he gracefully sat down in the chair across from Jenny’s desk.

“Your choice for next team leader,” Jenny said.

“What about it?” Gibbs replied. He eyed Jenny carefully. He admitted he used to have a thing for her, but then again, Jenny was a poodle. Gibbs couldn’t help by love poodles. All his ex wives had been poodles. “I’m still going over my files.”

"I'm wondering why it's taking so long," she said in the clipped tone she always used when trying to be professional with him. "DiNozzo is your senior field agent. He's been filling the position for years. I don't see why you can't commit to the ceremony. Perhaps you've changed your mind since Ziva joined? She is extremely competent, throws quite a shadow on DiNozzo..."

“Stop,” Gibbs said. “I have … ideas … plans.”

“Really,” Jenny said, leaning forward in her seat. “Do tell.”

“They’re not fully realized as of yet,” Gibbs said. What he meant was that he hadn’t worked up the courage to tell Tony how he felt. He didn’t want to promote Ziva before mating with Tony.

"It's a simple enough question, agent Gibbs," Jenny said, putting the emphasis on his job title. "One that I need an answer to quickly. You've been delaying your response for weeks. Just give me a name. In the event of the unthinkable," a small shudder at the unthinkable reminded him she did still care for his wellbeing, "Who is taking control of your team? David or DiNozzo?"

Gibbs sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Give me the weekend,” he said. “Take my team off rotation for the weekend and let me figure this out. I’ll have an answer for you Monday morning.”

Jenny was quiet for a few moments, mulling things over. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll give you the weekend.”

Of course, there were problems with having such a well-integrated Pack, Gibbs considered as he descended the stairs to find his three agents in dog form having some sort of playful tussle. The presence of a miniature husky meant that Abby had also come up from the lab for some unknown reason. McGee was quick to run and whine under his desk and Gibbs could have told the others that Ziva would win.

Gibbs stood on the last landing for a few minutes before letting out a loud whistle. McGee poked his head out from under his desk, tail wagging a bit. Ziva and Tony stopped playing around and looked up at him, neither one embarrassed about being caught having a little fun. Abby raced up the steps and plopped on her rear end right at Gibbs’ feet.

"Change back," he ordered. "And DiNozzo, this time make sure you've got your clothes to hand *first*." Last time the man had been butt-naked in the office Gibbs'd had to go to the head to keep his interest a secret. They had good noses on them, his Pack, and it wouldn't take more than a whiff of his scent to know he was pining for one of them.

Everyone (except Abby) headed for their desks and changed back, quickly getting into their clothes.

“Tony … encouraged us,” Ziva said as she straightened her shirt.

“Of course he did,” Gibbs said.

Abby whined and smacked Gibbs’ boot with her paw, demanding attention.

"Hey, my orders apply to you too, ya know," he said to the adorable dog. In her canine form Abby still looked as though she was wearing her gothic make-up, what with her fur being so dark around her eyes. When she continued to whine, he sighed and picked her up, letting the small dog nuzzle his neck as he carried her over to his desk.

“Her clothes are probably in her lab,” Tony said. “She came up here Changed.”

Gibbs scratched Abby behind her ears as he sat her on his desk. “Did you leave your clothes downstairs?” he asked.

Abby gave a little ‘yip’ and licked Gibbs’ arm.

The team leader rolled his eyes. "You know, if you really wanted us to visit you in the lab you could have just phoned." He lifted the little dog and made his way to the elevator. Unfortunately he passed DiNozzo's desk just as the senior field agent was bending over to pick his pants up off of the floor. "Get *dressed* Tony," he growled.

“On it, Boss,” Tony said, sliding his pants on. He stood up and zipped his pants as he watched Gibbs walk away with Abby. He sighed softly as he slid his shirt on; his boss had been distant the past couple of weeks. Gossip around NCIS was that the Director was on him to pick the next team leader. Tony wondered who Gibbs would pick.

"Is it just me..." McGee asked while buttoning his shirt at his desk, "or has Gibbs been snapping at you more than usual?"

“It’s not just you,” Ziva said. “He is being very … testy.”

Tony shrugged. “He was just miffed that we were tussling on work hours.”

“But we do that all the time,” McGee said as he sat down at his desk. “Usually because either you or Abby instigate.”

Gibbs rode back down to the lab with Abby in his arms. He set her down and smiled as he watched her scuttle over to her office, appearing a few minutes later fully dressed.
“We were just having some fun, Gibbs,” Abby said.

"I can ignore a lot of it," Gibbs said reproachfully. "But it's getting a bit much."

Abby sighed. "You're just saying that because you're getting *way* too tempted by Tony's ass. I don't blame you, he puts a lot of effort into making it tempting. It's very toned, you know. I've groped it."

Gibbs rolled his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Abs,” he said.

“What?” Abby said with a wink. “Don’t tell me you haven’t wanted to give it grope, or give him a chase in the park.”

"Abby!" Gibbs yelled. "Leave it!"

The Gothic woman stared at him wide-eyed, lower lip jutting out in a pout. Gibbs sighed deeply. "Just don't. It's tough enough as it is."

"You're *making* it tough," she argued. "It could be the easiest thing in the world."

“I have the weekend,” Gibbs said. “I give my choice for next in line to the Director on Monday.”

“Oh,” Abby said, her eyes wide. “And … have you made your decision?”

“Yes,” Gibbs said. “There are … a few people I need to talk to first … hence, the weekend.”

Abby drew in a breath and let out a sigh of her own. "Well I just hope you can make everyone happy."

"What if I'm reading him wrong, Abs?" Gibbs asked, showing uncharacteristic nerves. "What if he's insulted or... just leaves?"

Abby raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding, right? Or do you never walk downwind? He's practically in *heat* when you're around, Gibbs."

“In heat?” Gibbs said.

Abby laughed and nodded. “He’s hot for you,” she said. “You two are going to be the hottest mates … “ Her eyes glazed over as her thoughts went … elsewhere.

"Abby," Gibbs clicked his fingers in front of her face. "He has to say yes first. If he doesn't..." If Tony refused to be Gibbs' Mate he wouldn't be able to remain in the Pack. It was another reason Gibbs had held back for so long. But it couldn't wait anymore. He had a duty to make these decisions, to lead his Pack and make sure they all knew where they stood.

“He’s totally gonna say yes,” Abby said.

“So says you,” Gibbs said with a small smile. “Go and have a good weekend, Abby. Go for a run with McGee … and I’ll see you Monday, okay?”

Still, he left the lab in better spirits than he had entered it. He climbed into the lift but when it opened, Ziva stepped in and shut the doors again, flicking off the power. "I have heard an interesting piece of... how do you say, gossip. The Director seems to be of the opinion that I am in with a chance of becoming the next team leader and, by default, current second-in-command."

Gibbs frowned and wanted to smack Jenny upside the back of the head. “It’s not gossip,” he said. He was never one to openly lie to his Pack.

“So I do have a chance at becoming second-in-command,” Ziva said, a bit smug.

“Second-in-command would be a promotion, but you would still be lower than my Mate,” Gibbs said.

“Mate … you have no Mate,” Ziva said.

"Not yet," Gibbs said cryptically, flicking the power back on.

Ziva frowned at him, then shrugged, making her dark hair fall further down on her shoulders. "Well in the event you get a Mate I expect many tussles for dominance with her." She smiled at him. "I am very grateful for this, Gibbs. I will not let you down."

Gibbs gave her a curt nod as the elevator reached the bullpen. If Tony said yes, he certainly expected quite a few tussles between him and Ziva …

“So, I hear that Ziva’s in line for second-in-command,” McGee said conversationally as he and Tony worked quietly.

"It's kind of weird," McGee continued, "because right now *you're* second-in..."

Tony cut him off. "Yeah, I know, okay! Obviously Gibbs has been a jerk to me lately for a reason. I've screwed up somehow and now Ziva's getting my job."

"Tony, I don't know..."

“Stop, Probie,” Tony said as he shut down. “Leave it.” He grabbed his jacket and backpack. “Look, when you see the Bossman, just … tell him I went home sick.”

“But … “ McGee said.

“Just tell him, McGee,” Tony said as he hit the stairs moments before the elevator doors opened.

Gibbs and Ziva walked into the bullpen and though Gibbs frowned at Tony's unoccupied desk, Ziva was the first to ask. "McGee, where is Tony?"

"He, uh, went home sick," McGee replied, getting increasingly nervous under the stares of both interrogators. He wasn't the world's best liar.

“He looked fine to me earlier, when you were all tussling in the middle of the bullpen,” Gibbs said, looking at McGee.

“Um … “ McGee murmured.

“Spill it, McGee,” Ziva said.

“We were … talking about the rumors and … he was a bit … tense,” McGee said. “He left … about a minute ago.”

"Rumours," Ziva repeated to confirm. "You mean the rumours about my promotion?"

McGee nodded. "Yeah." He pursed his lips, visibly gathering courage and said, "Honestly Boss, I don't know why you did it. Ziva's great, but Tony doesn't deserve this. He adores this job. He'd do anything for you."

Gibbs groaned and rubbed his face. “This is what happens when people just listen to rumors and don’t get confirmation,” he said. “Yes, I was going to promote Ziva to second-in-command … after I made Tony my Mate.”

Both Ziva and McGee gasped. "That is what you meant!" The ex-Mossad agent exclaimed. "You meant that Tony would be your Mate! Oh, yes, there will most definitely be tussling."

"Not if he leaves," Gibbs grumbled, grabbing his phone and calling Tony's number. It rang and rang and rang.

Tony walked for a while, mulling everything over in his head. Gibbs was going to choose Ziva as he second-in-command. Tony knew he couldn’t be there if that happened … He’d loved Gibbs almost from the moment he’d been accepted into the pack. There was no way he could be there … he dropped by his house and dropped of his stuff before Shifting. He needed a run.

Tony assumed his 'wolf' form, really more of a dog than anything. His golden fur shone as he ran through the street on all four paws. He knew people who jogged in human form but didn't know why they bothered. Didn't they know how much more freeing this was? No thinking, no feeling, just an animal sense of running. Hurtling away from his problems.

Gibbs drove through the streets of DC, heading for Tony’s apartment. He needed to talk to his senior agent before Tony did something they’d both regret - like leave NCIS.

Tony continued to run through the quiet cul de sac, his mind wandering, free from any kind of hurt he’d been feeling.

Being half-Italian Greyhound meant that Tony could move pretty fast when he put his mind to it. And he was determined to push his own limits today. The faster he went the easier it was to handle the thought of Ziva in his place. Gibbs' second. On his six. He ran faster, the burning in his lungs taking his mind off of the emotional pain of being replaced by the man he loved.

Gibbs pulled to a stop in front of Tony’s apartment. He saw the car, but … he couldn’t smell Tony anywhere close. He climbed back into his car and followed Tony‘s scent through the neighborhood.

Tony kept running, even though he had shooting pains in his legs. Why had Gibbs replaced him? What had he done? Oh god, had Gibbs sensed Tony's interest? Maybe Abby had told him, despite her promise. Now... Now Gibbs would never want to see him again. He'd never get to... to... Dizziness was distracting him. But that was exactly what he needed. A distraction. So he kept running.

Gibbs kept driving, trying to catch Tony’s scent. He was getting worried … Tony hadn’t driven, so he was obviously running. But Gibbs new that Tony’s lungs couldn’t handle very long runs and Gibbs’d already driven 7 miles … he kept driving, hoping he found Tony soon.

Tony hadn't intended to stop. He'd meant to just keep on running until he found somewhere else worth being. But suddenly the difficulty catching his breath turned into complete suffocation. The dark spots in the corners of his vision began growing, narrowing what he could see to a small patch of pavement that grew closer as his four legs gave way.

Gibbs turned a corner and came to a complete stop in the middle of the street as he spotted a very familiar form in the middle of the street. “Tony!” he called, running towards Tony. He cradled the dog in his arms, checking for a pulse. “Stay with me, Tony … stay with me.”

Gibbs carried Tony back to his car and laid him in the back, wishing his agent would show some sign of consciousness. A whine, a whimper, anything. A damn twitch. He drove fast to Bethesda then carried the unconscious canine in as quickly as he could. He only felt the slightest twinge of guilt as he used his agent status to get Tony seen a.s.a.p.

Gibbs growled at the nurses when he was kept from the trauma room.

“Sir, we need to focus all our attention on Mr. DiNozzo,” the nurse said. “We can’t have you pacing and growling.”

Gibbs just growled again. “Fix him,” he said.

"He's going to be fine," they assured him. "But you have to let us do our job."

Eventually Gibbs very reluctantly took a seat. Then, unable to sit still, he got up and phoned Ducky. Maybe if the ME got here he would be able to tell Jethro what the hell had happened to Tony.

Ducky arrived about twenty minutes later. “How is young Anthony?” he asked.
“Damn if I know,” Gibbs said. “I … I found him unconscious in the middle of the road, still Changed. He was barely breathing … He was 8 miles from his apartment.”

Ducky's frown deepened. "You think he ran it?"

Gibbs shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe."

"What does your gut say?"

"Same thing it's been saying for years. I keep fucking up. I drove him to this."

“Gibbs,” Ducky said. “Maybe you’ve been a little … slow on the uptake, but … you can make this right.”

“How, Duck?” Gibbs said. “Tony’s lying there unconscious because of me!”

“When he comes to … you tell him,” Ducky said. “Tell him that he was going to become your Mate.”

Gibbs sighed. "There's no evidence he even wants that."

"Oh, open your bloody eyes, Jethro," Ducky said, uncharacteristically annoyed. "As you said, Tony is lying there unconscious because he believed you didn't want him close anymore. What more evidence can you need? It's not ideal but surely it's an eye-opener."

Before Gibbs had a chance to comment, a nurse entered the waiting room. “Mr. Gibbs?” she said.

“Yes,” Gibbs replied, turning to look at the nurse.

“Mr. DiNozzo is stabilized,” she said. “He was suffering from exhaustion and dehydration. We have him hooked up to fluids and oxygen.”

“And?” Gibbs said.

“He’ll be fine,” the nurse said with a kind smile.

"We gave him something to help him relax as he seemed quite agitated when he first came to, so if you're going in now I must ask you to keep conversation simple."

"We will," Ducky reassured her as Jethro moved past her into the room where Tony was staring at his IV.

Gibbs walked in and sat next to the bed. “Tony,” he whispered. “Oh Tony … “

“Don’t,” Tony whispered. “Don’t give … me pity.”

“Wasn’t going to,” Gibbs said, brushing a lock of hair off Tony’s forehead. “I screwed up, Tony … “

"Don't," Tony repeated again. "Don't fuckin'... last it out. Just say it. Just tell me I'm not good enough for your Pack." A sniff was the prelude to watering eyes and Gibbs couldn't think of a point in his life where he had hated himself more. He could have settled this years ago, made Tony his and made him happy instead of keeping him at arm's length.

Gibbs sighed. “Yes, I was going to promote Ziva to second,” he said. He watched Tony’s face fall. “But not until … Not until I asked you to be my Mate.”

Tony gaped at him for a second. "Oh god, I'm still on the pavement, aren't I? I'm hallucinating and I haven't been brought to the hospital at all. Or those drugs are *really* good and I'm having a nice lucid dream."

"Lucid might be exaggerating it slightly," Gibbs sighed.

“But … you really just said what you said?” Tony asked softly.

“Yes,” Gibbs said. “I just asked you to be my Mate. I’ve wanted you to be my Mate for … years. I’ve just been an ass.”

"Yeah..." Tony agreed, nodding slowly. "I..." he trailed off. "Wow..."

Gibbs sighed. Tony wasn't coherent enough for this. "I should have waited."

"No!" Tony grabbed his hand. "No, no, no. Enough waiting. Let's go home and mate. Now."

Gibbs laughed a bit and gave Tony a soft kiss. “Heal,” he whispered. “Rest here for a day … we can have this talk again.”

“No,” Tony said. “I want to have this conversation now … why … why now?”

“Because it was time,” Gibbs said, stroking Tony’s hand with his thumb. “I was tired of trying to deny myself.”

"Deny *yourself*?" Tony asked incredulously. "You're the god-damn Alpha, you could'a stopped denying yourself anytime you liked. I was the poor, infatuated beta Pack member who was waitin' to see if you'd ever sniff around in my direction. Not much I could do about it either unless I took a leaf outta the feral Packs book and just bent over my desk and said 'come get it'."

Gibbs leaned over and kissed Tony’s forehead. “I was an ass,” he murmured. “And I’m trying to make amends for it now … but, I need you healthy before I fuck your ass into next week.”

"That sounds good," Tony said. He wriggled up into a sitting position and yawned widely before saying, "Come 'ere." He reached out and took hold of Gibbs' jacket, pulling him in close for a clumsy kiss.

Gibbs chuckled and returned the kiss. He pulled back a few minutes later and ran a hand through Tony’s hair. “Lay back down,” he murmured. “Get better. Hopefully I can take you home tomorrow. That should give us enough time to … get things rolling before Monday.”

"Aww, I don't wanna sleep," Tony complained with a pout that Gibbs kissed away. "Mmm..."

"Sleep," Gibbs whispered, as Tony's eyes closed. "I'll be here when you wake up. I promise."

"'kay," Tony replied as he drifted off, whimpering slightly when Gibbs tried to move away a little.

“Looks like I’m sleeping here,” Gibbs muttered. The nurse who entered to check on Tony’s vitals chuckled a bit.

“I’ll bring you a pillow and a blanket,” she said. “He’s a fighter … “

“He’s definitely that,” Gibbs said with a smile. “It’s the greyhound in him.”

Later that night, so late that it was in fact the early hours of the morning, Tony woke from jumbled dreams to find himself in the firm grip of Leroy Jethro Gibbs. The man had found room to lay down beside Tony and was nuzzling his neck in a way that felt very nice indeed. Tony sighed contentedly and went back to sleep, happy to know that he hadn't made up the whole wonderful conversation.

Gibbs grunted and pulled Tony closer. He’d missed the feeling of a warm body next to him when he slept … and Tony smelled so god damn good … and he could tell from the way Tony was breathing that he was doing better.

Light across Gibbs face woke him and told him it was morning. He looked down at Tony and smiled. The dark shadows under Tony’s eyes were gone and he looked much better than he had the night before.

Gibbs rose from the bed and folded his blanket, his heart warming when Tony whined and reached out for him in his sleep. "Hey, I'm here," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the agent's forehead.

Tony blinked a few times, waking up at the feel of the lips on his skin. "Hmm? Boss?"

Gibbs smiled and ran a hand through Tony’s hair. “I’m here,” he murmured.

Tony gave Gibbs a weak smile. “You’re here,” he whispered. “Where’s here?”

Gibbs sighed and tucked the blankets around Tony. “Bethesda,” he said. “Do you remember?”

“Bethesda,” Tony repeated. Memories of the night before ran through his head and he blinked a few more times. “Last night … oh … did you ask me … ?”

"To be my Mate, yeah," Gibbs said softly. "Now that you're coherent again, what's the answer?"

"Yes," Tony said with awe in his eyes. "The answer's yes. The answer would have been yes for years. Take me home, Boss. Hell, just take me."

Gibbs chuckled a bit. “Why don’t we see what the doctor has to say, okay?” he murmured. “I want you healthy.”

“I am healthy,” Tony said.

“The IV in your arm and the oxygen in your nose say otherwise,” Gibbs said, carding his fingers through Tony’s hair soothingly.

"I need to get in better shape, obviously," Tony said in an attempt at humour.

"Well I don't want to see runs of more than four miles on the daily exercise list," Gibbs said sternly. "You nearly gave this old Marine a heart attack. Found you in the road, DiNozzo."

“’m sorry,” Tony murmured.

“Just don’t do it again,” Gibbs said. “You’re going to be my Mate … I won’t lose you.”

"So..." Tony seemed unsure. "Is this because you're giving Ziva my job? Or are you giving Ziva my job because of this?"

Gibbs sighed at Tony's unjustified feelings of inadequacy. "The last one. I couldn't have given you second-in-command privileges without knowing for sure that you didn't want to be my Mate. I'm too selfish."

Tony smiled a bit and laced his fingers with Gibbs’. “I want to be your Mate,” he whispered. “This … this is gonna change things, right?”

“Yeah,” Gibbs said with a smile. “But not in a bad way, Tony.”
Tony grinned. "You know, they say that *unofficially*, the Alpha's Mate has the most Pack influence."

Gibbs chuckled. "I think you and Ziva will be scrapping a lot more often than you do already. But you'll have the advantage of being untouchable, since I'll hand her ass to her if she hurts you."

Tony gave Gibbs a bright smile, that little bit of information making him very happy. “So, she can’t touch me,” he said. “So I will have the most influence.”

Gibbs laughed and gently cuffed the back of Tony’s head. “Don’t lord it over her,” he said. “Because I still have power over *you*.” He leaned in and gave Tony a possessive kiss.

The way that Tony yielded to him, so easily and hungrily, made Gibbs want to drag him home right now. "You don't realise how much power you have over me," Tony murmured when they parted. The quiet admission turned Gibbs on like a young wolf in his first spring. Luckily the doctor arrived to check Tony over before they ended up getting frisky in the hospital bed.

“You’re very lucky Mr. DiNozzo,” the doctor said. “But you look to be doing quite a bit better.”

“So I can go home?” Tony asked hopefully.

“I don’t want you going home alone,” the doctor said. “You need someone there to keep an eye on you at least until tomorrow night, in case you relapse.”
“He’s not going home alone,” Gibbs said. “He’s coming to my house.”

"And you are?" the doctor asked, and though Gibbs knew it was only a necessary question, it still made him growl.

"His mate," he snarled.

The doctor nodded. "Very well. Though you may want to keep a close eye on him in future. Greyhounds, even cross-breeds, are notorious for not knowing their own limits."

Gibbs nodded, squeezing Tony’s hand. “I’ll keep a very close eye on him, I promise,” he said.

“Good,” the doctor said. “I’ll start the paperwork and see about getting Mr. DiNozzo some scrubs to wear home.”

They didn't have to wait very long for the doctor to make good on his word and within twenty minutes Tony was wandering out of the hospital for the umpteenth time with Gibbs' hand on the small of his back guiding him to the car. When they sat in the car Gibbs had a brief flashback to the previous day, the unconscious little doggie in the back of his car.

Tony climbed into the passenger seat, buckling up. The scrubs they’d given him were a bit loose, but they worked. “I don’t have any clothes at your place, Boss,” Tony said.

“Doesn’t bother me,” Gibbs said with a grin.

Tony laughed. "Oh, this is going to be an awesome weekend."

"Yeah, now do me a favour and call Ducky while I drive to let him know you you're okay. I plan for us both to be unreachable over the next couple of days, rules be damned."
Tony licked his lips in anticipation. "You got it, boss."

Gibbs just laughed as he headed for home.

“Ducky?” Tony said. “I’m doing fine … doctor released me and everything … I’m going home to Gibbs’ place for the weekend … no, no … neither one of us going to be available this weekend … “

The conversation finished with Tony laughing and saying, "Oh you wish, you sly old beagle," and hanging up the phone. Gibbs loved seeing Tony so happy, with a smile on his lips and a light in his green eyes. He only hoped that once they were mated he could keep Tony that happy most of the time. He knew all of the time would be an impossibility, but most of the time was an ambition.

“I … just tell me I’m not dreaming all of this,” Tony said as he saw Gibbs’ house come into view.

“You’re not dreaming,” Gibbs said with a smile. “And Ducky will relay any pertinent information to the Director so that we will have a blissfully quiet weekend.”

They climbed out of the car and Tony let Gibbs lead the way into his home. This was actually happening, he was actually going to become Gibbs' Mate. Giving it up to his Pack Alpha had always been a masturbation fantasy (or wet dream), but it also went so much deeper than sex. Alphas only claimed someone they intended to treasure.

Gibbs squeezed Tony’s hand as they walked. He unlocked the door and led Tony through the house to his bedroom. “Be one hundred percent certain about this, Tony,” Gibbs said. “I won’t give you up easily.”

"I don't want you to," Tony said quietly, stepping closer to his Alpha. "I want you to take me and make me yours. I want to wake up every morning next to you and know that you won't let me go. I want to know that... if I fuck up, you won't give up on me. And I want you to know that my attention's on you. Always."

Gibbs pulled Tony in for a hard, bruising kiss. He wrapped his arms around Tony, grinding against him. “Not giving you up,” Gibbs growled, biting Tony’s bottom lip. “You’re mine now.”

"Been yours for ages, *boss*," Tony said teasingly.

Then he pulled back, stepped back a few steps and Gibbs suspected he knew what the mischief in his eyes meant. "DiNozzo, don't you dare."

But after flashing his grin, Tony changed into his wolf form and ran off through the house. He wanted to set the scene with an old-fashioned chase through the house, did he?

Gibbs shook his head and Changed as well, lifted his snout and sniffed the air. He caught the scent of Tony somewhere on the first floor and took off after him with a bark.

Tony hurtled through the kitchen out to the backyard, waiting for Gibbs to find him.

Tony was younger, and faster, but Gibbs was sneakier, on his own territory, bigger, and determined to catch his prey. Old instincts kicked in. Tony was his and Gibbs *wanted* what was his. He didn't know how much time would pass before he could admit to the younger canine just how many times he had used that instinct to get to Tony when there was a threat to the agent's life.

Tony crouched down low in the grass in the backyard, near a tall oak. He looked around, trying to see Gibbs. He was having quite a bit of fun making Gibbs chase him. He really hoped Gibbs found him soon.

Gibbs prowled through the backyard, eyes peeled for Tony. It wouldn’t be that hard to spot Tony’s light coat amidst the grass. He crouched low and kept to the shadows as he sniffed the air.

Tony's keen senses caught the slight movement out of the corner of his eye and he sprung out intending to run back through the house. But fast as he was, Gibbs had a mean pounce and he had Tony pinned before DiNozzo had even taken two steps. They rolled across the ground together and Gibbs rested his fangs gently against Tony's neck, a wordless promise that made the other wolf shiver.

Tony immediately stilled, baring his neck to his Alpha, submitting happily. He felt Gibbs nip at his neck, not hard, just enough to get the point across. Tony belonged to Gibbs.

They both shifted at the same time, Gibbs’ mouth pressed to Tony’s neck. “Naughty,” Gibbs whispered.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it," Tony said with a grin. "Now carry on." He tilted his head further to the side, exposing more of the neck that Gibbs had admired so many times. He bit a few more times, working up to the force necessary to break the skin and leave his claiming mark. Beneath him Tony moaned, turned on despite the pain. Perhaps because of?

“Oh I enjoyed it,” Gibbs murmured against Tony’s neck. “You love putting on a chase, huh?” He caressed Tony’s chest and hips, knowing that the claim mark would hurt. He licked and sucked at the beginnings of the mark as his hands trailed over Tony’s skin. He didn’t hesitate as he bit down … hard.

"GIBBS!" Tony screamed out to the sky. Not a yell of pain, but of ecstasy as his fingers dug into the skin of his Alpha's back. Gibbs worried the skin with his teeth, tasting the blood of his Canine. His Mate. Beneath him Tony groaned and writhed as though being bitten was the most pleasurable sensation in the world.

Gibbs pulled back a bit and licked at the wound on Tony’s neck. After a few days it would scar over silver, showing everyone that Tony was Marked. “Mmmm … now that we have that out of the way,” he murmured as he licked Tony’s neck.

"Anything you want," Tony moaned. "I'm yours, do whatever you like with me. I am *so* hot for you, boss..."

Gibbs smiled down at his beta. "You really enjoy the submission thing, don't you Tony?"

Tony opened his eyes and smiled back up at him. "That obvious?"

Gibbs laughed and nodded, licking Tony’s neck. “Yes,” he said. “But I love it.”

Tony smiled and wiggled a bit under Gibbs. “Got an outdoor sex kink, Boss?” he murmured. “That’s hinky … and way hot.”

"Fitting then," Gibbs said softly, "for my mating with my 'hot' beta." He began kissing his way down Tony's body, remembering all the little reactions he got, the moans and the whimpers and the thrusts. Tony was so responsive, Gibbs could only imagine the noise he would be making if Gibbs was inside him. The neighbours were going to complain.

“Boss … Gibbs … “ Tony whined and gripped at Gibbs’ skin, scratching. “Fuck I need you … now!”

Gibbs hummed as he sucked at Tony’s hipbones. He knew that his mate was healing … he needed to be gentle yet … he desperately needed to finish what he’d started.

He pushed himself up on his arms so that he could look down into Tony's eyes. "Tony. Who is the Alpha here?"

"You," Tony replied, meekly. Gibbs hadn't even suspected Tony could be meek. It was actually very erotic in the circumstances.

“Good boy,” Gibbs growled as he nibbled at Tony’s skin. His hands skirted across Tony’s ass, his fingers dipping into his crease, teasing his Mate. He groaned when Tony whined and whimpered needily, biting his lip to keep from vocalizing his need.
"I'm gonna take good care of you," Gibbs promised. "Gonna make you feel so good, Tony..."

The younger canine spread his legs invitingly, giving Gibbs a meaningful, lust-filled look. The Marine sucked on his index finger before pushing at Tony's hole. It was likely to hurt, but the first Mating was supposed to. It was a primal bonding. Tony knew what to expect. These things were instinct.

Tony arched against Gibbs, whining softly. His skin felt warm, tingly … he knew part of it was because he was naked as the day he was born in broad daylight. He always did have a bit of a kink for public sex, but … this was way better than any fantasy.

"God, you're beautiful," Gibbs growled softly, his free hand roaming over the golden skin being offered up to him. Yes, an offering, that's what Tony was. A gift for Gibbs to do with whatever pleased him. And first on his list was to stake his claim so that nobody could sniff around Tony again. Not without Gibbs breaking their bones.

Tony whimpered and thrust against Gibbs single finger. “Fuck, Jethro,” he gasped. “Need more than just a single digit … give me that cock!”

Gibbs groaned at the dirty words coming from his boy’s mouth as he removing his finger and pressing his cock to Tony’s entrance. “Take a deep breath, boy … you’re about to be Claimed,” he growled.

Tony did as he was told, but the breath hitched in his chest as Gibbs pushed into him. The agent howled helplessly and paradoxically clutched Gibbs tighter against his body. "That's what I needed," he gasped, once he could see again. "Need your tough touch boss, always have done."

Gibbs moaned and thrust into Tony fast and hard. He needed this … didn’t know how bad he’d needed it till he had it. He could feel Tony clench around him and he growled, leaning forward to nibble and lick at his claim mark as he thrust.

Tony fell into his role without prompting, clearly destined for beta mate status. He took the pain Gibbs bestowed on him, knowing it was happening for a reason and was the prelude to pleasure. And, on a primitive level that none of them admitted they remembered in these modern times, Tony took the pain because the Alpha was stronger.

Gibbs smiled as he felt Tony give underneath him, sinking into the role of beta. “That’s it … give it all to me, Tony,” he growled as he thrust. He could feel Tony on the fringes of orgasm and he thrust harder, faster, pushing through the pain to bring his beta pleasure.

DiNozzo tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to Gibbs again, and he whined. He wouldn't demand verbally, but the whimpering noises and the look in his wild eyes were enough to tell Gibbs how much he needed more. The Alpha chuckled, but it sounded more like a growl. "And here was me worried about hurting you." He dug his teeth in again, giving Tony what he was after.

DiNozzo howled as he felt Gibbs teeth on his mark, coming on the spot. It was electric, like everything he’d every wanted, but never knew.

As Tony came, his muscles clamped down around Gibbs. That, combined with the defeated howl on his beta's lips as he was claimed on the grass, with the desperate way Tony clung to him, with the affectionate nip to Gibbs' collarbone, all of it mixed together to create a scene that couldn't fail to wring Gibbs' climax out of him until he had emptied every drop of himself into Tony's willing body.

Tony whimpered as he flopped down on the grass, feeling the long blades tickle his shoulders. He never felt so … okay, he hurt like hell, but … it felt so right. So absolutely perfect. His whole body was boneless and he gave Gibbs a silly smile.

Gibbs licked his lips then put his teeth back to the mark. Not biting, just...bothering. He ran his tongue over it, bringing another faint wave of pleasure over Tony's spent body, making him tremble and whimper. Gibbs moaned contentedly against the bullied skin. "I like how you react when I do this. You know exactly who you belong to now."

Tony sighed happily and wrapped his arms around Gibbs. “Belong to you,” he whispered. “Only you … “

“That’s right,” Gibbs said, running his finger through the cooling come pooling on Tony’s stomach. “Mine.” He put the finger in his mouth and sucked.

Tony's eyes widened at the erotic act, then he grinned widely and licked up the side of Gibbs' cheek. "I'm hungry." Gibbs held out his finger and Tony whined. "Bo-o-o-osss..."

Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Ah, the pleasure of a beta mate." He drew in a breath then slowly eased himself from Tony's tight body.

Tony whined a bit, trying to relax as he felt Gibbs leave him. “Ow,” he groaned.

Gibbs ran his hands over Tony’s body, his fingers slipping inside Tony to check for tears. “You okay?” he asked.

“Great, Jethro,” Tony breathed. “A well fucked Mate.”

"It won't be that rough very often," Gibbs explained. "But you've probably figured that out already."

Tony nodded, only to wince and reach up to the bloody tooth marks decorating his skin where his neck met his shoulder. Before Gibbs could ask if it hurt badly, Tony was stroking them almost reverently.

Gibbs groaned at the sight of his mate stroking his mark. He leaned down and kissed Tony gently. “You’re sore,” he said. “You need a hot shower and some rest … Mating is draining.”

Tony didn’t even have the energy to argue. “Telling Director we’re Mates on Monday?” he asked softly.

"I will. Prepare for her to yap at you. She won't be able to accept that she's just not beta mate material. She'll blame you for this, no matter what I say."

Tony just grinned, not a care in the world. "She doesn't scare me. Hell, nothing does now. I'm yours. That practically makes me invincible."

Gibbs just laughed and helped Tony stand. He took in all the marks and bruises over his mate’s body, smiling with pride. “You look damn good,” he murmured as he helped Tony inside the house.

“Feel pretty good,” Tony said, wincing only a little as he walked. “Okay, little worse for wear, but … it was *so* worth it.”

"Glad to hear it," Gibbs said. "Now sit that sore ass down on the couch while I cook you up something to eat."

Tony saluted. "Right boss." Then he went over and tentatively eased himself onto the cushions. Jethro threw some bacon into a frying pan and some rice into a saucepan. Nothing fancy, just something to fill Tony's belly.

The smell of food filled the house, making Tony feel … at home. He sighed as he tried to find a comfortable way to sit. He ended up resting on his stomach across the whole couch, resting his head on his arms.

Jethro had forgotten how attuned to your mate you became. He knew without turning around or paying any special attention that Tony had drifted off to sleep. He could sense the peace, Tony's relaxation in the den of his Mate. Gibbs was determined to make sure DiNozzo never regretted his choice. He would look after Tony no matter what.