Fic: Married (1/5)
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cinderella81 and sarkywoman
Title: Married
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Gibbs/DiNozzo
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: We don't own NCIS or anything related to the show ... damn it! *wink*
Summary: A extra night in Vegas and a lot of drinks lead to an interesting development in the relationship of Gibbs and DiNozzo ... Can they make it work? Or will it all fall apart?
"Go easy," Gibbs said with a hand brushing Tony's hip as the agent passed by.
DiNozzo turned around without his usual grace and almost spilled his cocktail. "Says the slurring man," he replied with an amused gleam in his green eyes. Then he ambled off, back to the tables. Gibbs watched him carefully. Tony was drunk, for certain.
“Right, I’m the one slurring,” Gibbs grumbled as he downed the rest of his drink and flagged a waitress down for another.
Tony plopped down at the blackjack table, his tall colorful cocktail on the table next to him.
"Bold drink," said the player next to him, sipping what looked like whiskey.
"Well I'm a bold person," Tony said back with a smile. "Problem?"
"Not a single one from my vantage point," the man said with a matching smile.
Tony tossed the man a wink before looking at the cards in his hands. The man next to him was attractive … Tony couldn’t deny that.
Gibbs frowned as he watched Tony. Was his senior agent … flirting?
"You should hurry up and drink that," the man said, leering at Tony over his cards.
"Why?" Tony asked, eyebrow raised.
"So I can buy you another when this game's over."
Tony grinned. "I'm here all night."
“Good to know,” the man replied with a smile.
A waitress brought Gibbs his drink and he downed it within seconds. He didn’t understand his senior agent’s fascination with Las Vegas. He would have been fine trying to drive back to DC once their flight was cancelled, but Tony had batted his eyelashes and begged to stay just the one night. The casino had offered them a luxury suite for free … so Gibbs acquiesced and said yes.
With the case over there had been no reason to say no, even if the owners were just doing it as an apology for all the mess with the stolen cash and the petty officer. Besides, Gibbs could use a break. It had nothing whatsoever to do with the persuasive green puppy-dog eyes of the flirtatious young man playing blackjack. Nope, nothing at all.
Tony managed to win $5,000 at the blackjack table and down another three colorful cocktails. He decided that he was done with blackjack and was going to try … the man sitting next to him.
“You done for the night?” Tony asked the man with a grin.
“Yeah, you?”
"Uh-huh," Tony said, trying to be coy while not falling off of his stool. "Won enough to get myself a few new bits and pieces for the wardrobe."
The man smiled wider. "Tight bits and pieces, I hope." Sure, he seemed like a sleaze and a shark, but he was handsome and Tony really didn't require much more than that these days.
“Maybe,” Tony replied with a grin.
Gibbs growled softly and wandered over to Tony. “DiNozzo, I think you’ve had enough,” he said.
“Not nearly enough,” Tony replied.
Something inside of Gibbs snarled at the look of unabashed lust on DiNozzo's face directed elsewhere. That had always been a problem, seeing Tony lust after women so openly and men so subtly. Gibbs normally covered it with an indulgent smirk or a headslap, but this was different. Tony was practically sucking this guy's cock at the table and Gibbs wasn't about to let his senior field agent make any rash decisions while he was so obviously inebriated.
“Yeah, you’ve had enough,” Gibbs said. “Come on, let’s go back to the room.”
“You’re with someone?” the man who’d been flirting with Tony said. “Didn’t know you were into kinky shit … I’m game.”
“You’re not coming with us,” Gibbs growled.
"Boss," Tony frowned at the older man, "We're not in work hours. You can't say what I do or who I do."
"You wanna bet, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked. "Did you even get this slimy bastard's name?"
Tony grinned unrepentantly. "Why would I care about his name?" He paused and thought it over. "Hmm, I guess I'd need to know what to yell when he screwed me into those wonderfully soft mattresses."
“Dammit, DiNozzo,” Gibbs growled, snagging Tony’s hand. “I’m so sick and tired of … trying to keep you in line.” He knew he was drunk; he couldn’t remember how many bourbons he’d had. “I think … “
“You think what?” Tony asked. “You think you know how to keep me in line?”
Gibbs' eyes narrowed. Oh, he had a few ideas alright. Could imagine Tony's ass in the air as he begged for a paddling.... But DiNozzo would just laugh it off as a little game and run away in the morning and that would never do. They needed a permanent solution, some sort of contract that he could get out of.
The nameless sleazeball cleared his throat. "I can see you guys have some issues, so I'll just vacate. Maybe see ya later, gorgeous."
“Dammit, Boss!” Tony said. “You made him go away!”
“Good,” Gibbs muttered. “He wasn’t right for you.”
“Right for me?” Tony said. “I’m not looking for right for me … I’m looking for right now.”
“Slut," Gibbs muttered under his breath, but apparently not quiet enough, because Tony's eyes widened.
"That's really none of your fucking business. You're... you're my boss, not my dad, not anything I'd... just back off. I'm trying to have fun here. I'll find a woman if that'll make you feel better."
“That doesn’t make me feel better,” Gibbs said. “And … I wasn’t aiming to be your dad.” He pulled Tony close, his bourbon soaked breath hot on Tony’s face. “Don’t want you whoring yourself out to anyone … “
Tony blinked, Gibbs’ breath only adding to his inebriation. “You don’t want me … Well, you can’t really do anything to stop it, now can you?”
"That's where you're wrong," Gibbs said, smoothing his hand over Tony's hip, purposefully this time. "Let me get you another drink while I explain it to you."
Tony blinked. "Thought you said I'd had enough," he murmured.
"I'd had enough of watching you flirt. Come on."
Fifteen minutes later found Tony standing next to Gibbs outside the casino’s wedding chapel. “Are you serious?” he asked, taking a long gulp of his bright blue cocktail.
Gibbs turned to Tony and nodded, holding in a hiccup. “Yes,” he said. “You and me, Tony, are getting married.”
"Huh." Tony gulped more of the cocktail. "I dunno... Always wanted my weddin' day t'be expensive."
"But you like Vegas," Gibbs wheedled.
"S'true," Tony nodded somberly. "I do like Vegas. I love Vegas." He took another gulp of the cocktail. "If we get married, d'we get a honeymoon?"
“I’ll make sure we get next weekend off,” Gibbs said, squeezing Tony’s free hand. “And we’ll go to the mountains … nice quiet cabin, you just and me.”
“Big bed?” Tony asked, slowly warming to the idea.
“Very big bed,” Gibbs promised.
“But … wedding in Vegas ‘snot … spen … expes … doesn’t cost a lot,” Tony said.
"Finish that," Gibbs ordered, nodding to the drink, his head spinning for a moment afterwards.
Tony did as he was told, tipping the glass back and swallowing the alcoholic liquid and not noticing Gibbs' lusty look at his throat. He put the glass down by the window. "Now wha..."
He barely finished the question before Gibbs tongue was down his throat.
Tony’s eyes widened and he floundered for a moment before wrapping his arms around Gibbs and eagerly returning the kiss. They remained like that, locked in a passionate kiss in front of the chapel for a few minutes before Gibbs pulled back, biting Tony’s lip gently.
“Okay,” Tony said breathlessly. “Let’s get married.”
Gibbs dragged a stumbling Tony in with him to the small tacky chapel. They signed their names, though Gibbs kept on dropping the pen. "Am I gonna be Anthony Gibbs now?" Tony asked, "'cause I like DiNozzo. Sounds better. But you can't be Jethro DiNozzo 'cause that's jus' weird."
"Sssh, I'm trying to pick out a ring," Gibbs said, frowning at the display and wishing he'd brought his glasses.
“I like that one, Boss,” Tony said, pointing to a thick silver ring at the front. “Simple, no frills.”
Gibbs’ brow furrowed and he squinted at the ring. “Maybe,” he said.
“Maybe we could hyphenate,” Tony said. “And be Anthony DiNozzo-Gibbs … and you could be Leroy Jethro DiNozzo-Gibbs … that sounds kind of cool … “
"We're keepin' our names," Gibbs grumbled. "For work."
"Aww..."
"Don't pout or I won't spring for a decent ring tomorrow," Gibbs said, brightening Tony's expression.
“You’ll buy me a good ring?” Tony asked, giving Gibbs a bright smile.
“Only if you stop pouting,” Gibbs said, nodding to the clerk and pointing to the silver rings Tony had liked.
“Okay!” Tony said. “No more pouting.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Gibbs’ lips, silently worried that he was so drunk that he couldn’t really feel his lips.
"Why are you marrying me?" he asked softly, when he drew back from the kiss.
"I told you," Gibbs smiled. "To make an honest man out of you before I screw all the stupid out."
"Huh. Well... there are *worse* reasons for marrying..."
"Plus," Gibbs whispered in his ear, "I wanna have it in writing that Anthony DiNozzo is mine by law."
Tony whimpered and leaned against Gibbs a bit. “I … I’ll be yours,” he murmured.
“I know,” Gibbs said, signing his name on the credit card slip with a flourish. “Now let’s go and hope it’s a good Elvis impersonator officiating.”
The short service was really a blur to both of them. They spoke when they were prompted and Gibbs almost managed to keep Tony on his feet for the whole thing. Then, soon as the 'I Do's were done, they found themselves back in Gibbs' luxury suite with a complimentary bottle of wine, which Gibbs had already opened on the way up and Tony had spilt half of it over the carpet.
“We’re married, Boss,” Tony said as he flopped onto the couch, staring at the silver ring on his left hand. “We … wow … we got married. I’m wife number … what number am I, Boss?”
Gibbs sat on the sofa beside the lounging agent and began stroking his hair. "Ssh, doesn't matter." He leaned in and kissed Tony deeply, thoroughly enjoying the way DiNozzo whimpered beneath him. "God, I..." he kissed him again, "...want you more than..." he kept kissing him between words, "the last three wives combined. Mmm, Tony..."
"This is *so* much better than a quick fuck with a stranger," Tony said in a voice that suggested the words were to be viewed as high praise.
Gibbs smiled and tugged Tony’s hair, pulling him close. “Fuck Tony,” he groaned. “All mine … you’re all mine now.”
“Yes,” Tony said, crawling into Gibbs’ lap. “All yours.” He pressed his face to Gibbs’ neck, licking and sucking happily.
Gibbs could feel the blood rushing to the skin where Tony sucked and nibbled eagerly. "Oh, you want it real bad, huh DiNozzo." Tony was rocking on his lap and they were both hardening.
"Yeah boss, I've wanted it all night. Wanted you a lot longer," Tony slurred before fastening his lips to Gibbs' throat again, still grinding in his lap.
Gibbs groaned, his hands moving from Tony’s hair down to the younger agent’s ass, pulling him close. “Gonna wear you out tonight, DiNozzo,” he breathed.
“Looking forward to it … husband,” Tony said, biting hard at Gibbs’ collarbone.
“Fuck,” Gibbs said. “Bed. Now.”
They stumbled to the bedroom together, distracted by wandering hands and passionate, poorly coordinated kisses. When they reached the bed - it really was a *luxury* suite - Gibbs climbed onto it and held Tony at arm's length. "Uh-uh. Clothes off. I want a good long look at my new wife."
Tony laughed with a hiccup. "I never thought I'd be a good husband, so makes sense to become a wife."
Gibbs smiled and helped Tony get undressed, drinking in the bare skin that was exposed. “My wife,” he mumbled, reaching out to touch.
Tony thought he was supposed to be offended by the term ‘wife’, but … then Gibbs latched on to his nipples and all coherent thought went out the window. He gasped and arched into Gibbs’ mouth, his hands diving into Gibb’s hair.
Gibbs was talking while he tasted, mumbling over Tony's skin. "I get a say now. When you're leering or offering yourself up, I can tell the rest of the world to screw themselves. You're mine and we got the rings to say so."
Tony laughed breathlessly. "I'm startin' to understand your weddin' obsession now, boss."
Gibbs hummed and licked Tony’s nipples. “Mine now, Tony,” he whispered. “All mine.”
Tony gasped and whimpered. “Please … please Boss?” he whispered. “Want it so bad … need it … “
“Are you begging me, Tony?” Gibbs asked, pushing Tony back against the mattress. “Begging your husband?”
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Tony panted, "I'm begging my handsome husband...." he blinked. "Wow. I have a husband. Sweet!"
Gibbs chuckled and reached down to the hardness between his lover's thighs, turned on beyond measure when Tony spread his legs wide without being asked.
“You … you’re wearing too many clothes,” Tony said. “Can’t fuck me when you’re wearing clothes.” He ran his hands through Gibbs’ hair, groaning as the silky strands tickled his palms.
Gibbs laughed and nodded. “So I am,” he said. “Maybe I should remedy that.”
"Mmm," Tony nodded. "Until you do, I'm just gonna... I'm just gonna do this." He started to touch himself, stroking his own hardness while staring up into Gibbs' blue eyes. "I swear I had a wet dream like this," he murmured.
Gibbs groaned and hurried out of his clothes, fighting the dizziness that came when he moved too fast. He tossed his clothes onto the floor and nearly pounced on top of DiNozzo, laughing when his … wife … when Tony squeaked and smiled up at him.
"Gimme that hand," Gibbs growled playfully, pulling Tony's wrist away so that he couldn't touch himself anymore. The sound Tony made, a helpless whimper, went straight to Jethro's cock.
"That's right," he whispered, "You're all mine now."
“All yours,” Tony said. “Gonna take care of me?”
“Oh yeah,” Gibbs said, wrapping his hand around Tony’s cock and kissing him hard. “Gonna take good care of you.”
Tony arched into Gibbs’ hand, gripping Gibbs’ waist. “Please?” he whispered.
"Yeah, ssshh..." Gibbs soothed, nipping at Tony's ear. "It's gonna be different, I swear. I'll be a good husban' to you, Tony. Won't screw it up like with the others. You got all my attention, sweetheart, not gonna let you stray or... or..." he was distracted from his loving speech when Tony's hand began mirroring him and they were soon rubbing against one another.
“Gonna be a good … good wife,” Tony promised. “Won’t … look at other girls or other guys … I’ll … okay I won’t clean up after you but I’ll hire a maid, and … oh … oh … fuck me!”
"Sssh," Gibbs soothed, rubbing against Tony. "This'll have to do. Don't have lube or..." he kissed Tony's neck again. "Or a condom..."
"I got both," Tony murmured, "In my room. We should... ohh..." he groaned as Gibbs found a particularly sensitive place on his neck. "We should go there."
“You planning on getting lucky, huh?” Gibbs asked, biting hard. “Naughty.”
“Horny,” Tony gasped. “We … we should move … wanna get fucked.”
Gibbs groaned and rolled off the bed, tugging DiNozzo behind him towards Tony’s room.
He ended up pinning Tony against the wall out in the hallway, kissing him on the neck and groping him in places that were probably inappropriate in a semi-public area. Gibbs found he didn't care too much, not when Tony writhed and moaned. "Mmm, you'd let me get you off right here in the hallway, wouldn't you?" Gibbs mumbled against his partner's skin. "Why have I married someone so naughty?"
“Cuz you’re the only one that can keep me in line,” Tony gasped. “Please? My room?”
“I’m gonna keep you in line,” Gibbs moaned as he fumbled for Tony’s key, the two of them nearly falling into the room as the door gave way. “Your bed … Now.”
Tony made a pleased noise. "Yes *boss*," he practically purred as he pulled Gibbs further into the room with him by clutching his boss' hips. Then he paused. *Giggled*. "Did I just go through the hallway *naked*?!"
Gibbs smirked. "Yeah. You're a bad boy."
“Maybe you should punish me,” Tony said. He pressed a kiss to Gibbs’ lips and ran to the bedroom, flopping down on the bed. He rolled onto his back and waited for his … husband.
"You up for a spanking, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, getting hotter from the thought of Tony presenting that perfect ass for punishment.
"Mmm, I like being put in my place," Tony said, turning onto his front and pushing his butt up towards Gibbs. "Makes me feel loved."
Gibbs groaned and crawled onto the bed, running his hands over Tony’s ass. “Oh Tony,” he breathed. “So good … “
“Nope, I’m a bad boy,” Tony said. “I’ve been a bad wife … you need to punish me.”
Gibbs grinned and pulled his hand back, delivering a solid smack to Tony’s rear end.
Tony let out a loud, low moan and pushed his hips forward so that his hard cock rubbed over the blanket. "Mmm, tha's good, boss..." he mumbled. "Gimme more."
But Gibbs didn't feel like spending his honeymoon spanking his bride. "Shu'up, DiNozzo. I'm gonna do this properly, damn it." With a hand on each of Tony's ass-cheeks, he spread his ass and lapped his tongue over the tight opening.
“Holy fuck!” Tony cried, arching up into Gibbs’ mouth. “Please … oh fuck … want … need … “
Gibbs hummed and delivered another smack to Tony’s ass as his tongue delved into Tony’s hole.
"Oh god..." Tony groaned, pressing his face against the pillow as Gibbs thoroughly fucked him with his *tongue*. "Gibbs, I... ohhh... I want you inside me, boss. C'mon... consumate this ma-ah-ohh... marriage..."
Gibbs moaned and pulled back, pressing a kiss to Tony’s ass. “Shhh … I’m taking care of you, okay?” he whispered, easily finding the lube and condoms on Tony’s bedside table. “Want this so much … want you so much … “
Gibbs smeared the lubricant over his fingers, some slipping and dripping onto the bedcovers, but he ignored that. He concentrated instead on pushing a finger into Tony and since they were both drunk, he made sure to do it very slowly and very carefully. Alcohol was no excuse for hurting his new wife.
Tony groaned and pushed back against Gibbs’ finger. “Just like that,” he whispered. “So good … “ God, how long had he wanted this? To belong … to Gibbs. His boss had been dominating his fantasies for such a long time that for a brief moment, he wondered if he was imagining the whole thing.
"Mmm, you like that, huh, DiNozzo?" Gibbs said, enjoying the way Tony moved against him.
"Oh yeah boss, god yeah, love it... give me more?" Tony begged, writhing on his boss' finger.
Gibbs smiled and inserted a second finger, gently scissoring them and groaning at the whimpering sounds Tony made. “Sound so fucking hot, Tony,” he whispered.
"Mmm, that's 'cause you're makin' me feel fucking hot, boss," Tony murmured, tightening around Gibbs' fingers. Oh this was *so* much better than that random guy would have been. And hey, fuck! He was married now! The man with his fingers inside him was his god damn husband!
“Gonna make you feel better,” Gibbs said. He removed his fingers and snagged a condom off the bedside table. He slipped the condom off and coated his cock in lube. “Make you feel *so* good, baby,” he whispered as eh began to press into Tony.
Gibbs felt *so* good inside him. So fucking good. Tony could hear himself making high whimpery noises that he was bound to be embarrassed about in the morning, but fuck it. Gibbs was opening him up, filling him, fucking him, and it felt *good*.
“That’s my boy,” Gibbs groaned and he thrust slowly. Fuck, he could live inside Tony … that tight heat just wrapped around him … he never wanted to stop fucking him. He wrapped a hand around Tony’s cock, wanting Tony to experience as much pleasure as possible.
Tony was still pretty much in a state of shock over events as Gibbs fucked him. Had he really married the boss who was currently sliding in and out of him, filling him up on every thrust? Then Gibbs' cock brushed his prostate and Tony decided it really didn't matter very much who was fucking him as long as it carried on. Faster.
Gibbs decided he would do whatever was necessary so that Tony kept making those noises. They went straight to his cock and it took only a few more thrusts before he was filling Tony up, his fingers digging into Tony’s hips. He knew there would be bruises there in the morning, and it only made him more turned on.
He tightened his hand on Tony's hard cock as he carried on fucking him. "Come on," he whispered roughly, "Come for me, Tony. Come on." He knew his senior field agent - his wife, fuck, was that a good idea? - was close now.
Gibbs’ hand on his cock sent Tony over the edge and he came screaming his husband’s name. Husband? Husband? Christ, he was married. He never thought he’d ever get married. He flopped back down on the bed, feeling his come cooling on his stomach and the sheets underneath him.
Gibbs collapsed down beside Tony and pulled him close. Kissed him and, since he loved the way Tony pressed up against him when he did, he kissed him again. After an unknown length of time where they just kissed and groped and moved together, Tony drew back and held his hand up to the light, where the wedding ring shone. "Boss?"
"Yeah?"
"We got fucking married."
Gibbs snorted and nodded. “Yeah, we did,” he muttered. “Now, we’ve got a flight tomorrow … Sleep now.”
“Flight tomorrow, right,” Tony mumbled.
With the amount of alcohol they had imbibed, it didn't take long for both men to drift off to sleep snuggled together, legs entwined and Gibbs' arms wrapped around his latest marital partner.
Part Two is here
cinderella81 and sarkywomanTitle: Married
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Gibbs/DiNozzo
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: We don't own NCIS or anything related to the show ... damn it! *wink*
Summary: A extra night in Vegas and a lot of drinks lead to an interesting development in the relationship of Gibbs and DiNozzo ... Can they make it work? Or will it all fall apart?
"Go easy," Gibbs said with a hand brushing Tony's hip as the agent passed by.
DiNozzo turned around without his usual grace and almost spilled his cocktail. "Says the slurring man," he replied with an amused gleam in his green eyes. Then he ambled off, back to the tables. Gibbs watched him carefully. Tony was drunk, for certain.
“Right, I’m the one slurring,” Gibbs grumbled as he downed the rest of his drink and flagged a waitress down for another.
Tony plopped down at the blackjack table, his tall colorful cocktail on the table next to him.
"Bold drink," said the player next to him, sipping what looked like whiskey.
"Well I'm a bold person," Tony said back with a smile. "Problem?"
"Not a single one from my vantage point," the man said with a matching smile.
Tony tossed the man a wink before looking at the cards in his hands. The man next to him was attractive … Tony couldn’t deny that.
Gibbs frowned as he watched Tony. Was his senior agent … flirting?
"You should hurry up and drink that," the man said, leering at Tony over his cards.
"Why?" Tony asked, eyebrow raised.
"So I can buy you another when this game's over."
Tony grinned. "I'm here all night."
“Good to know,” the man replied with a smile.
A waitress brought Gibbs his drink and he downed it within seconds. He didn’t understand his senior agent’s fascination with Las Vegas. He would have been fine trying to drive back to DC once their flight was cancelled, but Tony had batted his eyelashes and begged to stay just the one night. The casino had offered them a luxury suite for free … so Gibbs acquiesced and said yes.
With the case over there had been no reason to say no, even if the owners were just doing it as an apology for all the mess with the stolen cash and the petty officer. Besides, Gibbs could use a break. It had nothing whatsoever to do with the persuasive green puppy-dog eyes of the flirtatious young man playing blackjack. Nope, nothing at all.
Tony managed to win $5,000 at the blackjack table and down another three colorful cocktails. He decided that he was done with blackjack and was going to try … the man sitting next to him.
“You done for the night?” Tony asked the man with a grin.
“Yeah, you?”
"Uh-huh," Tony said, trying to be coy while not falling off of his stool. "Won enough to get myself a few new bits and pieces for the wardrobe."
The man smiled wider. "Tight bits and pieces, I hope." Sure, he seemed like a sleaze and a shark, but he was handsome and Tony really didn't require much more than that these days.
“Maybe,” Tony replied with a grin.
Gibbs growled softly and wandered over to Tony. “DiNozzo, I think you’ve had enough,” he said.
“Not nearly enough,” Tony replied.
Something inside of Gibbs snarled at the look of unabashed lust on DiNozzo's face directed elsewhere. That had always been a problem, seeing Tony lust after women so openly and men so subtly. Gibbs normally covered it with an indulgent smirk or a headslap, but this was different. Tony was practically sucking this guy's cock at the table and Gibbs wasn't about to let his senior field agent make any rash decisions while he was so obviously inebriated.
“Yeah, you’ve had enough,” Gibbs said. “Come on, let’s go back to the room.”
“You’re with someone?” the man who’d been flirting with Tony said. “Didn’t know you were into kinky shit … I’m game.”
“You’re not coming with us,” Gibbs growled.
"Boss," Tony frowned at the older man, "We're not in work hours. You can't say what I do or who I do."
"You wanna bet, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked. "Did you even get this slimy bastard's name?"
Tony grinned unrepentantly. "Why would I care about his name?" He paused and thought it over. "Hmm, I guess I'd need to know what to yell when he screwed me into those wonderfully soft mattresses."
“Dammit, DiNozzo,” Gibbs growled, snagging Tony’s hand. “I’m so sick and tired of … trying to keep you in line.” He knew he was drunk; he couldn’t remember how many bourbons he’d had. “I think … “
“You think what?” Tony asked. “You think you know how to keep me in line?”
Gibbs' eyes narrowed. Oh, he had a few ideas alright. Could imagine Tony's ass in the air as he begged for a paddling.... But DiNozzo would just laugh it off as a little game and run away in the morning and that would never do. They needed a permanent solution, some sort of contract that he could get out of.
The nameless sleazeball cleared his throat. "I can see you guys have some issues, so I'll just vacate. Maybe see ya later, gorgeous."
“Dammit, Boss!” Tony said. “You made him go away!”
“Good,” Gibbs muttered. “He wasn’t right for you.”
“Right for me?” Tony said. “I’m not looking for right for me … I’m looking for right now.”
“Slut," Gibbs muttered under his breath, but apparently not quiet enough, because Tony's eyes widened.
"That's really none of your fucking business. You're... you're my boss, not my dad, not anything I'd... just back off. I'm trying to have fun here. I'll find a woman if that'll make you feel better."
“That doesn’t make me feel better,” Gibbs said. “And … I wasn’t aiming to be your dad.” He pulled Tony close, his bourbon soaked breath hot on Tony’s face. “Don’t want you whoring yourself out to anyone … “
Tony blinked, Gibbs’ breath only adding to his inebriation. “You don’t want me … Well, you can’t really do anything to stop it, now can you?”
"That's where you're wrong," Gibbs said, smoothing his hand over Tony's hip, purposefully this time. "Let me get you another drink while I explain it to you."
Tony blinked. "Thought you said I'd had enough," he murmured.
"I'd had enough of watching you flirt. Come on."
Fifteen minutes later found Tony standing next to Gibbs outside the casino’s wedding chapel. “Are you serious?” he asked, taking a long gulp of his bright blue cocktail.
Gibbs turned to Tony and nodded, holding in a hiccup. “Yes,” he said. “You and me, Tony, are getting married.”
"Huh." Tony gulped more of the cocktail. "I dunno... Always wanted my weddin' day t'be expensive."
"But you like Vegas," Gibbs wheedled.
"S'true," Tony nodded somberly. "I do like Vegas. I love Vegas." He took another gulp of the cocktail. "If we get married, d'we get a honeymoon?"
“I’ll make sure we get next weekend off,” Gibbs said, squeezing Tony’s free hand. “And we’ll go to the mountains … nice quiet cabin, you just and me.”
“Big bed?” Tony asked, slowly warming to the idea.
“Very big bed,” Gibbs promised.
“But … wedding in Vegas ‘snot … spen … expes … doesn’t cost a lot,” Tony said.
"Finish that," Gibbs ordered, nodding to the drink, his head spinning for a moment afterwards.
Tony did as he was told, tipping the glass back and swallowing the alcoholic liquid and not noticing Gibbs' lusty look at his throat. He put the glass down by the window. "Now wha..."
He barely finished the question before Gibbs tongue was down his throat.
Tony’s eyes widened and he floundered for a moment before wrapping his arms around Gibbs and eagerly returning the kiss. They remained like that, locked in a passionate kiss in front of the chapel for a few minutes before Gibbs pulled back, biting Tony’s lip gently.
“Okay,” Tony said breathlessly. “Let’s get married.”
Gibbs dragged a stumbling Tony in with him to the small tacky chapel. They signed their names, though Gibbs kept on dropping the pen. "Am I gonna be Anthony Gibbs now?" Tony asked, "'cause I like DiNozzo. Sounds better. But you can't be Jethro DiNozzo 'cause that's jus' weird."
"Sssh, I'm trying to pick out a ring," Gibbs said, frowning at the display and wishing he'd brought his glasses.
“I like that one, Boss,” Tony said, pointing to a thick silver ring at the front. “Simple, no frills.”
Gibbs’ brow furrowed and he squinted at the ring. “Maybe,” he said.
“Maybe we could hyphenate,” Tony said. “And be Anthony DiNozzo-Gibbs … and you could be Leroy Jethro DiNozzo-Gibbs … that sounds kind of cool … “
"We're keepin' our names," Gibbs grumbled. "For work."
"Aww..."
"Don't pout or I won't spring for a decent ring tomorrow," Gibbs said, brightening Tony's expression.
“You’ll buy me a good ring?” Tony asked, giving Gibbs a bright smile.
“Only if you stop pouting,” Gibbs said, nodding to the clerk and pointing to the silver rings Tony had liked.
“Okay!” Tony said. “No more pouting.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Gibbs’ lips, silently worried that he was so drunk that he couldn’t really feel his lips.
"Why are you marrying me?" he asked softly, when he drew back from the kiss.
"I told you," Gibbs smiled. "To make an honest man out of you before I screw all the stupid out."
"Huh. Well... there are *worse* reasons for marrying..."
"Plus," Gibbs whispered in his ear, "I wanna have it in writing that Anthony DiNozzo is mine by law."
Tony whimpered and leaned against Gibbs a bit. “I … I’ll be yours,” he murmured.
“I know,” Gibbs said, signing his name on the credit card slip with a flourish. “Now let’s go and hope it’s a good Elvis impersonator officiating.”
The short service was really a blur to both of them. They spoke when they were prompted and Gibbs almost managed to keep Tony on his feet for the whole thing. Then, soon as the 'I Do's were done, they found themselves back in Gibbs' luxury suite with a complimentary bottle of wine, which Gibbs had already opened on the way up and Tony had spilt half of it over the carpet.
“We’re married, Boss,” Tony said as he flopped onto the couch, staring at the silver ring on his left hand. “We … wow … we got married. I’m wife number … what number am I, Boss?”
Gibbs sat on the sofa beside the lounging agent and began stroking his hair. "Ssh, doesn't matter." He leaned in and kissed Tony deeply, thoroughly enjoying the way DiNozzo whimpered beneath him. "God, I..." he kissed him again, "...want you more than..." he kept kissing him between words, "the last three wives combined. Mmm, Tony..."
"This is *so* much better than a quick fuck with a stranger," Tony said in a voice that suggested the words were to be viewed as high praise.
Gibbs smiled and tugged Tony’s hair, pulling him close. “Fuck Tony,” he groaned. “All mine … you’re all mine now.”
“Yes,” Tony said, crawling into Gibbs’ lap. “All yours.” He pressed his face to Gibbs’ neck, licking and sucking happily.
Gibbs could feel the blood rushing to the skin where Tony sucked and nibbled eagerly. "Oh, you want it real bad, huh DiNozzo." Tony was rocking on his lap and they were both hardening.
"Yeah boss, I've wanted it all night. Wanted you a lot longer," Tony slurred before fastening his lips to Gibbs' throat again, still grinding in his lap.
Gibbs groaned, his hands moving from Tony’s hair down to the younger agent’s ass, pulling him close. “Gonna wear you out tonight, DiNozzo,” he breathed.
“Looking forward to it … husband,” Tony said, biting hard at Gibbs’ collarbone.
“Fuck,” Gibbs said. “Bed. Now.”
They stumbled to the bedroom together, distracted by wandering hands and passionate, poorly coordinated kisses. When they reached the bed - it really was a *luxury* suite - Gibbs climbed onto it and held Tony at arm's length. "Uh-uh. Clothes off. I want a good long look at my new wife."
Tony laughed with a hiccup. "I never thought I'd be a good husband, so makes sense to become a wife."
Gibbs smiled and helped Tony get undressed, drinking in the bare skin that was exposed. “My wife,” he mumbled, reaching out to touch.
Tony thought he was supposed to be offended by the term ‘wife’, but … then Gibbs latched on to his nipples and all coherent thought went out the window. He gasped and arched into Gibbs’ mouth, his hands diving into Gibb’s hair.
Gibbs was talking while he tasted, mumbling over Tony's skin. "I get a say now. When you're leering or offering yourself up, I can tell the rest of the world to screw themselves. You're mine and we got the rings to say so."
Tony laughed breathlessly. "I'm startin' to understand your weddin' obsession now, boss."
Gibbs hummed and licked Tony’s nipples. “Mine now, Tony,” he whispered. “All mine.”
Tony gasped and whimpered. “Please … please Boss?” he whispered. “Want it so bad … need it … “
“Are you begging me, Tony?” Gibbs asked, pushing Tony back against the mattress. “Begging your husband?”
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Tony panted, "I'm begging my handsome husband...." he blinked. "Wow. I have a husband. Sweet!"
Gibbs chuckled and reached down to the hardness between his lover's thighs, turned on beyond measure when Tony spread his legs wide without being asked.
“You … you’re wearing too many clothes,” Tony said. “Can’t fuck me when you’re wearing clothes.” He ran his hands through Gibbs’ hair, groaning as the silky strands tickled his palms.
Gibbs laughed and nodded. “So I am,” he said. “Maybe I should remedy that.”
"Mmm," Tony nodded. "Until you do, I'm just gonna... I'm just gonna do this." He started to touch himself, stroking his own hardness while staring up into Gibbs' blue eyes. "I swear I had a wet dream like this," he murmured.
Gibbs groaned and hurried out of his clothes, fighting the dizziness that came when he moved too fast. He tossed his clothes onto the floor and nearly pounced on top of DiNozzo, laughing when his … wife … when Tony squeaked and smiled up at him.
"Gimme that hand," Gibbs growled playfully, pulling Tony's wrist away so that he couldn't touch himself anymore. The sound Tony made, a helpless whimper, went straight to Jethro's cock.
"That's right," he whispered, "You're all mine now."
“All yours,” Tony said. “Gonna take care of me?”
“Oh yeah,” Gibbs said, wrapping his hand around Tony’s cock and kissing him hard. “Gonna take good care of you.”
Tony arched into Gibbs’ hand, gripping Gibbs’ waist. “Please?” he whispered.
"Yeah, ssshh..." Gibbs soothed, nipping at Tony's ear. "It's gonna be different, I swear. I'll be a good husban' to you, Tony. Won't screw it up like with the others. You got all my attention, sweetheart, not gonna let you stray or... or..." he was distracted from his loving speech when Tony's hand began mirroring him and they were soon rubbing against one another.
“Gonna be a good … good wife,” Tony promised. “Won’t … look at other girls or other guys … I’ll … okay I won’t clean up after you but I’ll hire a maid, and … oh … oh … fuck me!”
"Sssh," Gibbs soothed, rubbing against Tony. "This'll have to do. Don't have lube or..." he kissed Tony's neck again. "Or a condom..."
"I got both," Tony murmured, "In my room. We should... ohh..." he groaned as Gibbs found a particularly sensitive place on his neck. "We should go there."
“You planning on getting lucky, huh?” Gibbs asked, biting hard. “Naughty.”
“Horny,” Tony gasped. “We … we should move … wanna get fucked.”
Gibbs groaned and rolled off the bed, tugging DiNozzo behind him towards Tony’s room.
He ended up pinning Tony against the wall out in the hallway, kissing him on the neck and groping him in places that were probably inappropriate in a semi-public area. Gibbs found he didn't care too much, not when Tony writhed and moaned. "Mmm, you'd let me get you off right here in the hallway, wouldn't you?" Gibbs mumbled against his partner's skin. "Why have I married someone so naughty?"
“Cuz you’re the only one that can keep me in line,” Tony gasped. “Please? My room?”
“I’m gonna keep you in line,” Gibbs moaned as he fumbled for Tony’s key, the two of them nearly falling into the room as the door gave way. “Your bed … Now.”
Tony made a pleased noise. "Yes *boss*," he practically purred as he pulled Gibbs further into the room with him by clutching his boss' hips. Then he paused. *Giggled*. "Did I just go through the hallway *naked*?!"
Gibbs smirked. "Yeah. You're a bad boy."
“Maybe you should punish me,” Tony said. He pressed a kiss to Gibbs’ lips and ran to the bedroom, flopping down on the bed. He rolled onto his back and waited for his … husband.
"You up for a spanking, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, getting hotter from the thought of Tony presenting that perfect ass for punishment.
"Mmm, I like being put in my place," Tony said, turning onto his front and pushing his butt up towards Gibbs. "Makes me feel loved."
Gibbs groaned and crawled onto the bed, running his hands over Tony’s ass. “Oh Tony,” he breathed. “So good … “
“Nope, I’m a bad boy,” Tony said. “I’ve been a bad wife … you need to punish me.”
Gibbs grinned and pulled his hand back, delivering a solid smack to Tony’s rear end.
Tony let out a loud, low moan and pushed his hips forward so that his hard cock rubbed over the blanket. "Mmm, tha's good, boss..." he mumbled. "Gimme more."
But Gibbs didn't feel like spending his honeymoon spanking his bride. "Shu'up, DiNozzo. I'm gonna do this properly, damn it." With a hand on each of Tony's ass-cheeks, he spread his ass and lapped his tongue over the tight opening.
“Holy fuck!” Tony cried, arching up into Gibbs’ mouth. “Please … oh fuck … want … need … “
Gibbs hummed and delivered another smack to Tony’s ass as his tongue delved into Tony’s hole.
"Oh god..." Tony groaned, pressing his face against the pillow as Gibbs thoroughly fucked him with his *tongue*. "Gibbs, I... ohhh... I want you inside me, boss. C'mon... consumate this ma-ah-ohh... marriage..."
Gibbs moaned and pulled back, pressing a kiss to Tony’s ass. “Shhh … I’m taking care of you, okay?” he whispered, easily finding the lube and condoms on Tony’s bedside table. “Want this so much … want you so much … “
Gibbs smeared the lubricant over his fingers, some slipping and dripping onto the bedcovers, but he ignored that. He concentrated instead on pushing a finger into Tony and since they were both drunk, he made sure to do it very slowly and very carefully. Alcohol was no excuse for hurting his new wife.
Tony groaned and pushed back against Gibbs’ finger. “Just like that,” he whispered. “So good … “ God, how long had he wanted this? To belong … to Gibbs. His boss had been dominating his fantasies for such a long time that for a brief moment, he wondered if he was imagining the whole thing.
"Mmm, you like that, huh, DiNozzo?" Gibbs said, enjoying the way Tony moved against him.
"Oh yeah boss, god yeah, love it... give me more?" Tony begged, writhing on his boss' finger.
Gibbs smiled and inserted a second finger, gently scissoring them and groaning at the whimpering sounds Tony made. “Sound so fucking hot, Tony,” he whispered.
"Mmm, that's 'cause you're makin' me feel fucking hot, boss," Tony murmured, tightening around Gibbs' fingers. Oh this was *so* much better than that random guy would have been. And hey, fuck! He was married now! The man with his fingers inside him was his god damn husband!
“Gonna make you feel better,” Gibbs said. He removed his fingers and snagged a condom off the bedside table. He slipped the condom off and coated his cock in lube. “Make you feel *so* good, baby,” he whispered as eh began to press into Tony.
Gibbs felt *so* good inside him. So fucking good. Tony could hear himself making high whimpery noises that he was bound to be embarrassed about in the morning, but fuck it. Gibbs was opening him up, filling him, fucking him, and it felt *good*.
“That’s my boy,” Gibbs groaned and he thrust slowly. Fuck, he could live inside Tony … that tight heat just wrapped around him … he never wanted to stop fucking him. He wrapped a hand around Tony’s cock, wanting Tony to experience as much pleasure as possible.
Tony was still pretty much in a state of shock over events as Gibbs fucked him. Had he really married the boss who was currently sliding in and out of him, filling him up on every thrust? Then Gibbs' cock brushed his prostate and Tony decided it really didn't matter very much who was fucking him as long as it carried on. Faster.
Gibbs decided he would do whatever was necessary so that Tony kept making those noises. They went straight to his cock and it took only a few more thrusts before he was filling Tony up, his fingers digging into Tony’s hips. He knew there would be bruises there in the morning, and it only made him more turned on.
He tightened his hand on Tony's hard cock as he carried on fucking him. "Come on," he whispered roughly, "Come for me, Tony. Come on." He knew his senior field agent - his wife, fuck, was that a good idea? - was close now.
Gibbs’ hand on his cock sent Tony over the edge and he came screaming his husband’s name. Husband? Husband? Christ, he was married. He never thought he’d ever get married. He flopped back down on the bed, feeling his come cooling on his stomach and the sheets underneath him.
Gibbs collapsed down beside Tony and pulled him close. Kissed him and, since he loved the way Tony pressed up against him when he did, he kissed him again. After an unknown length of time where they just kissed and groped and moved together, Tony drew back and held his hand up to the light, where the wedding ring shone. "Boss?"
"Yeah?"
"We got fucking married."
Gibbs snorted and nodded. “Yeah, we did,” he muttered. “Now, we’ve got a flight tomorrow … Sleep now.”
“Flight tomorrow, right,” Tony mumbled.
With the amount of alcohol they had imbibed, it didn't take long for both men to drift off to sleep snuggled together, legs entwined and Gibbs' arms wrapped around his latest marital partner.
Part Two is here
