Fic: Married (2/5)
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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?
Something was ringing. Gibbs groaned and fumbled for the offending appliance. “What?” he groaned.
“This is you 8:00 am wake up call,” an entirely too perky voice said.
“Whatever,” Gibbs said, slamming the phone down. It was at that moment that he felt the warm body laying next to him. What the hell had he done? Had he brought some nameless woman to his room and … ? He pried his eyes open and saw Tony laying next to him with some very vivid bruises on his hips …
“Oh shit.”
As much as he would have liked to stay and examine the body of the man he'd been hoping to bed for years, Gibbs' bladder had other ideas and he was forced to roll out of the bed and stumble to the lavish bathroom. Just as his brain was making tentative attempts to explain what the hell had happened, Gibbs noticed a silver band around his finger and suddenly a flash of memory smacked into him. "Oh *shit*."
While Gibbs was in the bathroom, Tony was slowly starting to wake up. He groaned as his whole body protested any kind of movement. There was a telltale pain in his backside and Tony groaned, trying to remember the night before. He vaguely recalled a few colorful cocktails and some random guy at the blackjack table …
Had he gone back with him? Wait. There was that yummy Gibbs smell - coffee and sawdust. Had he been embarrassing himself, forcing his boss to drag him away for a sobering nap? But... his ass was definitely complaining about being misused. His memory helpfully threw out a glimpse of the blue-eyed marine above him, screwing him into the mattress.
“Fuck,” Tony groaned, rubbing his face. The little bit of light filtering through the drapes glinted off the silver ring on his left hand and he stopped. Stared. “Oh *fuck*,” he gasped. Flashes of him and Gibbs and an Elvis impersonator assaulted him … “Shit. I married my boss.”
Meanwhile, Gibbs was pacing in the bathroom. He had *married* DiNozzo. Married the cocky, sexy, promiscuous... wait. That was why he'd done it, wasn't it? Because he wanted to keep Tony in line. At least, that was the rationalization. In reality, the total truth was that he always liked to marry someone before he developed a habit of fucking them stupid. And in last night's drunken state, he had obviously decided enough was enough.
“Shit,” Tony whispered, staring at his hand. Okay, he’d wanted his boss since … forever, but … he had never planned on … he glanced down and blushed when he caught sight of the bite marks on his chest and the finger shaped bruises on his hips. “God … I’m Gibbs’ fourth wife.”
Gibbs' keen ears picked out the sound of sheets rustling in the other room and decided it was time to face the music. He took a deep breath and opened the bathroom to see Tony looking over his own body, examining the bruises and bite marks. God, he looked gorgeous.
Tony heard movement and looked up, locking eyes with Gibbs. “We got married,” he whispered. “We … and then we came here and … “
"Yeah." Gibbs nodded. He didn't want to say more, but knew he had to, for Tony's sake. "They do annulments you know, if you want one."
"If I want one," Tony repeated. "What about you?"
Gibbs shrugged. "Don't want one. So it's up to you."
Tony blinked a couple of times, unconsciously fingering the bruises on his hips. “Don’t want one either,” he whispered.
Gibbs cracked a smile. “Good,” he said. “Not going to give you up without a fight, Tony.”
“Christ,” Tony said, rubbing his face. “I can’t believe … I mean, I wanted … “
"Bridesmaids and flowers?" Gibbs asked with a smirk.
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Hey, it might have been nice. Besides, I'm feeling violated. *Someone* got me drunk then married and sexed."
Gibbs raised both his eyebrows. "Hey, better me than that sleazeball you were chatting up."
Tony vaguely recalled the sleazeball in question and shuddered. “Yeah, you’re definitely better,” he said, shooting a wink at his … husband.
“Besides, I’ll make it up to you,” Gibbs said with a grin.
“Really?” Tony asked, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. His stomach protested the quick movement and he fought to keep control of his stomach.
"Yeah. Told you I was going to buy you a better ring today. Planning on following through with that after breakfast."
Tony blinked, started to smile... then frowned. "Wait, what about our flight?"
Gibbs shrugged, looking unfazed. "Figured you could oversleep and miss it."
Tony looked affronted. "*I* could miss it? Why not you?"
Gibbs laughed. "Because I don't do that sort of thing."
Tony frowned. “Whatever,” he muttered. “Do you think there’s anything in that bathroom to keep me from puking all over this very nice luxury suite?”
Gibbs smiled. “I’m sure there’s something,” he said. “If not, I’ll run down to the reception desk and get you something, okay?”
Tony blinked at Gibbs’ … caring tone.
"Are you this nice to all your wives?"
"At first," Gibbs said, going into the bathroom to check the cabinet, "But you'll get sick of me soon enough. Working all the time, my priorities are somewhat skewed."
“Workaholic,” Tony muttered. “You’re in good company, Boss.”
“Jethro,” Gibbs said. “I’m your husband now. Call me Jethro.” Gibbs carried some aspirin over to Tony and a glass of water.
Tony swallowed down the small pill and followed it with a few gulps of water. Then he grinned wryly up at Gibbs. "You sure you don't want a relationship with someone who calls you 'boss'?" he teased.
Gibbs chuckled and ran a hand through Tony's hair. "Oh, Tony. Now we're married you're more the boss of me than I am of you."
“Me, a boss?” Tony asked, leaning into Gibbs’ gentle touch. “Uh-huh. I believe that.”
Gibbs smiled and kissed Tony’s hair. “Believe it,” he said. “Think about it … wives have all the power … “
"Hey, I was joking when I said I was the wife," Tony said.
Gibbs leant down and pressed a kiss to Tony's jaw, working down to his neck as he let one hand run down his new partner's body. He stroked Tony's cock briefly, making him moan, before letting his fingers slip down to massage the sensitive opening. Tony spread his legs to grant better access and Gibbs smiled against his neck. "That's why you're the wife."
Tony blinked up at Gibbs. “Well … fuck me,” he whispered.
“Already have,” Gibbs teased, smacking Tony’s thigh. “Come on … we really need to get up and moving.”
"Crap," Tony muttered, "I married a tease."
Gibbs chuckled. "Get dressed. I need you to get my clothes from my room."
Tony laughed at the sudden recall of a memory. "We were in the hall naked!"
“We were,” Gibbs said. “And I am grateful that no one caught us, otherwise we’d have a lot of explaining and apologizing to do.”
Tony laughed again. “You got that right,” he said. “All right.” He managed to get out of bed without falling over and dug around for some clothes. “Fuck I hurt … “
Gibbs sat down on the bed and watched Tony move around the room. “Those marks look good on you,” he murmured.
His voice made Tony hesitate in his search for clothes. "How long have you been attracted to me, bo- Jethro?"
Gibbs reclined on the bed with his hands back behind his head and shrugged slightly. "Years. Knew you were attractive the moment I met you. Wanted you the first time you smiled. Everything else came over time."
“Wow,” Tony said. “I … moment I met you, Jethro. I wanted you from the moment we met. Didn’t think I could ever have you.”
"Well you've got me now," Gibbs said. "You'll soon learn to be careful what you wish for.”
Tony finished getting dressed and turned to face Gibbs. “Jethro, I don’t think I’m going to regret a moment of our marriage,” he said. He wandered over to the bed and kissed his husband gently. “Be back in a jiffy with your clothes. And your duffel. May as well have it all here, right?”
Gibbs nodded and watched Tony leave. How long would it take for DiNozzo to fall out of love with him, to realize that this had been a drunken mistake? Gibbs didn't like his success rate with marriages. Tony was bound to end up divorcing him or just falling apart from constant mistreatment. All the good intentions in the world wouldn't help them.
Tony arrived a few minutes later with Gibbs’ duffel bag. “I took your stuff from the bathroom, too,” he said. “So all our stuff is here. Now, I believe you said something about breakfast?”
Gibbs pushed the dark thoughts away and chuckled as he got dressed. “Feeling better then?” he asked.
“I just figure it would be good to get actual food in my stomach,” Tony replied with a grin.
"Yeah, you're right," Gibbs said, climbing off of the bed and heading over to his clothes. "There's a menu under the phone. Pick what you want and I'll order."
"You'll pay too, right?" Tony asked with a cheeky smile as he headed to the phone.
"I'm your husband, not your sugar-daddy," Gibbs said dryly, but added, "sure."
“Thanks, hubby,” Tony teased as he picked up the phone and ordered.
Gibbs listened to what Tony ordered and was surprised at the amount of …healthy food Tony was ordering. Eggs, fresh fruit, oatmeal, orange juice. He was so used to seeing his senior agent, now spouse, eating pizza and take out.
"Hang on," Tony said, putting his hand over the mouthpiece. "Did you want anything, honey?"
"The pet-names could get tedious," Gibbs warned. "Get me what you're having. And some bacon."
Tony winked. "Sure thing, sweetie," he said with a sly grin before adding Gibbs' request to the order.
Gibbs groaned and rolled his eyes, slipping on his sock and shoes.
“Someone’ll bring it up in about twenty minutes,” Tony said, plopping on the bed next to Gibbs.
“New rule,” Gibbs said. “You can pick one, *one*, pet name.”
"One?!" Tony echoed, looking shocked. "How the hell am I supposed to settle on one word to adequately describe how..." he leaned over against Gibbs, "handsome you are. How...rugged and..." he ran a hand over Gibbs' shirt. "...sexy you are."
Gibbs smirked. "You can flirt all you want, but you only get one."
“How about ‘my silver haired fox’?” Tony said with a wink, leaning in and nibbling at Gibbs’ neck.
“Mmmm … I might convinced to go with that one,” Gibbs murmured.
"You can have a pet name for me too, now we're married," Tony said generously, running his tongue over the skin of his lover's throat.
"I was planning on using several," Gibbs replied as he stroked Tony's back.
“Hey, why do you get more than one?” Tony asked, stopping his assault on Gibbs’ throat.
“Because I’m the husband,” Gibbs answered with a grin.
“You’re going to lord that over me, aren’t you?” Tony muttered.
Gibbs continued to grin. "You're being too negative. Don't view it as being poor husband material. Think of it as being great wife material."
"Oh ha, ha," Tony said sarcastically. "You know I can legally withhold sex from you."
Gibbs grinned even wider. "You even sound like a wife."
Tony pouted for a few minutes until he felt Gibbs’ lips against his. He sighed against Gibbs’ lips, melting into his husband.
Breakfast arrived and the room service dude didn't even raise an eyebrow at the two men in the room. Gibbs tipped fairly and the newlyweds ate in relative silence until Tony said, "You know... we're going to have to inform work about this."
Gibbs sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “No way will I let the director take you off my team. You’re a damn good agent, Tony.”
“But … do spouses normally work together?” Tony asked.
“It’s … unusual, but not unheard of,” Gibbs said. “Plus, we work too well together for the director to move you to another team.”
"Will that..." Tony took a sip of his orange juice. "Will that change?" he asked.
Gibbs wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "Nah. I've been in love with you for years and it hasn't affected my judgment." He pretended to think it over. "Of course, one might say my judgment was obviously skewed in the first place," he winked at Tony to show he was joking.
Tony gave Gibbs a look before finishing his orange juice. “Well, I certainly won’t want to be on another team,” he said. “Have to keep an eye on you.”
When Gibbs chuckled to himself, Tony grew wary. "What?" he asked defensively.
"You're just sounding more like my wife every minute," Gibbs said.
"Well as cute as the wife thing is, you'd better not forget I'm your *man*. I don't want you getting any crazy damsel ideas about me. Got it?"
“Oh trust me,” Gibbs said with a smile. “I know you’re man. I was riding that ass last night, remember?”
Tony shifted a bit, felt that familiar twinge in his rear end, and smiled. “Oh yeah,” he said. “You were … felt so good, Jethro.”
Gibbs smiled and reached out to stroke through Tony's hair. "I'm glad you *do* remember. I seem to recall practically carrying you up here."
"I'm glad I remember too," Tony said softly, then regained his former cocky tone, "but that doesn't mean I don't want a sober honeymoon. All the trimmings. Wining and dining and first-class sober fucking."
“I’ve got a nice little cabin in the woods in Virginia,” Gibbs said, continuing to stroke Tony’s hair. “We’ll get a weekend up there sometime soon … bring some champagne and plenty of lube and condoms.”
Tony gaped at him. "All this time I thought it was wishful thinking... but we really *are* compatible!" He practically bounced on the bed. "This is going to be the best marriage *ever*."
Gibbs almost snorted his egg out. "Nice to hear it earns the same praise as your latest dvd purchase."
Tony grinned and leaned over, kissing Gibbs gently. “A weekend in a cabin with lube and condoms and you? Best honeymoon *ever*,” he said softly.
Gibbs chuckled and shook his head a bit. “Don’t know when we’ll get a weekend off, Tony,” he said. “I’ll try to finagle us some time off soon, okay?”
Tony nodded, content for a whole minute before a new horror dawned. "We're going to have to tell Kate. And Probie."
"That a problem?" Gibbs asked, sipping mediocre coffee.
Tony looked at him like he'd asked what colour the sky was. "Kate. And Probie."
“And anything they say to you will be like saying it to me,” Gibbs said. “They’ll deal. It might take them a while, but … they’ll get past it.”
“Get past it? Get past it?” Tony asked. “They won’t just … get past it.”
"They will if they know what's good for them," Gibbs said in an ominous tone that sent a rather pleasant shiver down Tony's body.
"So..." he put his plate to one side and leaned over to Gibbs. "If they were being mean to me, saying things about gay marriage or the boss playing favourites, I could come and tell you and you'd... fix it?"
“You could come to me,” Gibbs said. “And I’ll nip it in the bud.”
“Awesome,” Tony said with a grin.
“But,” Gibbs said. “This is not permission for you to come to me for every little thing. I don’t want either of them to go to the director and make you transfer to another team. I’m not going to let you leave this team … you’re too good an agent.”
Tony pouted a little. "Guess so. Shame really, it would have been nice to play teacher's pet for a while."
Gibbs rolled his eyes. "In case you hadn't noticed DiNozzo, you're the one I married. God knows the world doesn't need Kate Gibbs or..." he shuddered, "Timothy Gibbs."
“So you *do* want me to change my name!” Tony crowed, grinning gleefully. “Can I hyphenate? It sounds better that way … “
“Tony,” Gibbs said. “We’re keeping our last names … for work.”
“But you said … “
Gibbs knew Tony understood the name thing and was just being annoying for the sake of it, so he head-slapped him. Unlike any previous head-slap though, Tony clutched the tapped area and stared at him. "You slapped me!"
"Yeah?"
"You can't do that anymore. It's domestic violence."
“It was a love tap, sweetheart,” Gibbs said with a wink.
Tony pouted a bit. “Didn’t feel like one to me,” he muttered.
"I guess that's BDSM off the cards then," Gibbs said playfully.
Tony's eyes widened. "No, I'm okay, really. It was totally a love-tap. I'm cool with that. And more."
Gibbs raised an eyebrow at the enthusiastic response. "So maybe I should pack some other things for that honeymoon too?"
“Other things like … “ Tony said.
“Oh some leather cuffs, a nice flogger, maybe a paddle,” Gibbs said with a grin.
Tony blinked a few times, his eyes wide. “Uh-huh … yeah … pack those,” he murmured.
Gibbs licked his lips and leant so close that when he spoke his mouth almost brushed Tony. "And why should I pack those, DiNozzo? Did I marry a bad boy?" Tony shivered and made an almost inaudible noise of pleasure, only heard by Gibbs because he was so close.
Tony whimpered and nodded, just a bit. “Yes,” he whispered.
“Good,” Gibbs breathed, biting Tony’s ear. “I like bad boys … they’re so much fun.”
Tony groaned and leaned against Gibbs. “Fuck,” he gasped.
“Later,” Gibbs murmured. “I have rings to buy … and we have a flight to catch.”
Tony looked away. "You don't really have to buy me a nice ring, you know. It's enough to have this one, to know we're married."
Gibbs took hold of his partner's hand. "And what if I *want* to get you a nice ring?"
Tony blushed and looked down at their entwined hands. “If you want to,” he murmured.
“I do,” Gibbs said. “Come on … we’ll have the reception desk hold our bags. We’ll go and get rings and still have time to catch our flight.”
The shopping trip was... interesting, but Gibbs liked to think that having survived it this time he could survive it again. He had been teasing Tony that morning about what a typical wife he was but he hadn't really thought DiNozzo would be *worse*. At least Gibbs' previous wives had never exclaimed designer labels at him with big smiles and expect him to be enthusiastic.
“Come on, Jethro, one new jacket and shirt for you,” Tony said. “I won $5,000, let me spend a bit of it on you … then we can get rings, I promise.”
Gibbs sighed and nodded. “One new jacket and one new shirt,” he agreed. “And then we go.”
Gibbs still ended up feeling like a mannequin, and was tempted to tell Tony to just buy out the damn shop rather than spend so long deliberating over his decision. He was starting to think that Tony was only his most impulsive agent because all the brainpower for lengthy deliberation was wasted on matters of style.
“All right, the white linen shirt and the black suit jacket,” Tony finally decided. “You look hot in them, Jethro.”
“Fine, great,” Gibbs said. “Let’s get them and then find a place to get rings.”
"I just wanna look at their shades," Tony said, "Get myself a new pair."
"No." Enough was enough.
Tony blinked, startled. "No?"
"You heard me. No."
“But,” Tong said with a pout. “One pair?”
“If you can find a pair at the register that you like,” Gibbs said. “Otherwise, we’re done.”
Tony's mouth opened and shut a few times without sound, then he found the words he wanted. "Is this what it's going to be like?" he asked quietly. "Am I going to spend the rest of my life being treated like a spoiled brat? Because that's fun and games occasionally boss, but it gets old pretty fast."
Gibbs sighed and pulled Tony in for a hug. “I’m worn out,” he said. “And being worn out makes me a bit cranky. We have a flight to catch in a matter of hours and I have yet to buy you a proper ring. Forgive me?” He kissed Tony gently, rubbing his back.
Tony looked even more stunned, but happy all the same. "Wow. Sure... forgiven. Let's grab your clothes and get to the jewelry."
"Did you want those shades?" Gibbs reminded him.
"Nah," Tony smiled. "I can make do. If you can find it inside yourself to ask me for forgiveness, I can sure as hell use my old sunglasses. For now."
“For now,” Gibbs muttered with a grin as he followed Tony to the register. He realized he might be asking for forgiveness a lot with his new wife.
Tony paid for Gibbs’ new clothes, and swung the bag happily as he followed Gibbs through the casino to the high end jewelry store.
"I'm sure you picked one easier last night," Gibbs said, rolling his eyes as Tony went through the stock *again*.
"I was drunk," Tony said defensively. "Your standards are lower when you're drunk. Stuff you want at the time might seem less pleasant in the sober light of day."
Tony’s words, while not said to hurt, went straight to Gibbs’ gut. Would Tony eventually tire of him? He tried to push the thoughts aside and rested his hand on Tony’s lower back as Tony eyed the rings.
Tony felt Gibbs’ hand on his back and smiled a bit. He loved when Gibbs’ touched him.
Then he turned to his new partner and stood up straight. "This is a bit of an awkward question," he said seriously. Gibbs raised his eyebrows. It always unnerved him when Tony was serious. The man cracked jokes in the face of death. Tony continued. "What's your price range? I'm sorry, but I have to know."
Gibbs laughed. "That's it?" He looked over DiNozzo's shoulder at the ring the younger man had been examining. He kept his wince internal as he saw the discreet price tag. "If you want that one, I can manage." While doing some quick mental mathematics with regards to his savings account.
“I can pick another one,” Tony said softly. “Here’s another one in a similar style … “ He pointed to a thick band of platinum with a small diamond in the center. “This one’s not as expensive.”
Gibbs smiled. "If you're sure." Tony nodded and his smile was too sweet for Gibbs to mention out loud that the 'not as expensive' ring was still damn expensive. Oh well. It wasn't as though he would be buying presents for Tony every day. He purchased himself a platinum band that was practically free in comparison, then they made sure they got the right sizes. The bright smile on Tony's face once he was wearing his wedding ring made Gibbs' gut do silly things it hadn't done in years.
“We have just enough time to grab our bags and catch a cab to the airport,” Gibbs said as they wandered through the casino. “We’d best be prepared for the mountain of paperwork waiting for us back at work.”
“I don’t mind a bit of paperwork,” Tony said as they walked. “It just means that I’m really … yours.”
"You've been mine for years," Gibbs said with a smirk. "I've never needed paperwork to know that."
"So why'd you marry me?" Tony asked cheekily as they approached reception.
"So that you know it," Gibbs retorted.
Tony laughed and pressed an almost chaste kiss to Gibbs’ cheek before smiling at the perky clerk behind the desk. “Mr. DiNozzo and Mr. Gibbs to pick up their luggage?” he said.
The clerk giggled and motioned for a bellhop to bring their bags. “Do you enjoy your stay, sirs?” she asked.
“Best trip to Vegas ever,” Tony answered honestly.
The sincerity of it made Gibbs forget all his doubts of before and he felt truly contented as he and Tony made their way back home via taxi then plane. Tony fell asleep on the flight, his head resting on Gibbs' shoulder as the excitement of the last day and night caught up with him.
Part Three 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?
Something was ringing. Gibbs groaned and fumbled for the offending appliance. “What?” he groaned.
“This is you 8:00 am wake up call,” an entirely too perky voice said.
“Whatever,” Gibbs said, slamming the phone down. It was at that moment that he felt the warm body laying next to him. What the hell had he done? Had he brought some nameless woman to his room and … ? He pried his eyes open and saw Tony laying next to him with some very vivid bruises on his hips …
“Oh shit.”
As much as he would have liked to stay and examine the body of the man he'd been hoping to bed for years, Gibbs' bladder had other ideas and he was forced to roll out of the bed and stumble to the lavish bathroom. Just as his brain was making tentative attempts to explain what the hell had happened, Gibbs noticed a silver band around his finger and suddenly a flash of memory smacked into him. "Oh *shit*."
While Gibbs was in the bathroom, Tony was slowly starting to wake up. He groaned as his whole body protested any kind of movement. There was a telltale pain in his backside and Tony groaned, trying to remember the night before. He vaguely recalled a few colorful cocktails and some random guy at the blackjack table …
Had he gone back with him? Wait. There was that yummy Gibbs smell - coffee and sawdust. Had he been embarrassing himself, forcing his boss to drag him away for a sobering nap? But... his ass was definitely complaining about being misused. His memory helpfully threw out a glimpse of the blue-eyed marine above him, screwing him into the mattress.
“Fuck,” Tony groaned, rubbing his face. The little bit of light filtering through the drapes glinted off the silver ring on his left hand and he stopped. Stared. “Oh *fuck*,” he gasped. Flashes of him and Gibbs and an Elvis impersonator assaulted him … “Shit. I married my boss.”
Meanwhile, Gibbs was pacing in the bathroom. He had *married* DiNozzo. Married the cocky, sexy, promiscuous... wait. That was why he'd done it, wasn't it? Because he wanted to keep Tony in line. At least, that was the rationalization. In reality, the total truth was that he always liked to marry someone before he developed a habit of fucking them stupid. And in last night's drunken state, he had obviously decided enough was enough.
“Shit,” Tony whispered, staring at his hand. Okay, he’d wanted his boss since … forever, but … he had never planned on … he glanced down and blushed when he caught sight of the bite marks on his chest and the finger shaped bruises on his hips. “God … I’m Gibbs’ fourth wife.”
Gibbs' keen ears picked out the sound of sheets rustling in the other room and decided it was time to face the music. He took a deep breath and opened the bathroom to see Tony looking over his own body, examining the bruises and bite marks. God, he looked gorgeous.
Tony heard movement and looked up, locking eyes with Gibbs. “We got married,” he whispered. “We … and then we came here and … “
"Yeah." Gibbs nodded. He didn't want to say more, but knew he had to, for Tony's sake. "They do annulments you know, if you want one."
"If I want one," Tony repeated. "What about you?"
Gibbs shrugged. "Don't want one. So it's up to you."
Tony blinked a couple of times, unconsciously fingering the bruises on his hips. “Don’t want one either,” he whispered.
Gibbs cracked a smile. “Good,” he said. “Not going to give you up without a fight, Tony.”
“Christ,” Tony said, rubbing his face. “I can’t believe … I mean, I wanted … “
"Bridesmaids and flowers?" Gibbs asked with a smirk.
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Hey, it might have been nice. Besides, I'm feeling violated. *Someone* got me drunk then married and sexed."
Gibbs raised both his eyebrows. "Hey, better me than that sleazeball you were chatting up."
Tony vaguely recalled the sleazeball in question and shuddered. “Yeah, you’re definitely better,” he said, shooting a wink at his … husband.
“Besides, I’ll make it up to you,” Gibbs said with a grin.
“Really?” Tony asked, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. His stomach protested the quick movement and he fought to keep control of his stomach.
"Yeah. Told you I was going to buy you a better ring today. Planning on following through with that after breakfast."
Tony blinked, started to smile... then frowned. "Wait, what about our flight?"
Gibbs shrugged, looking unfazed. "Figured you could oversleep and miss it."
Tony looked affronted. "*I* could miss it? Why not you?"
Gibbs laughed. "Because I don't do that sort of thing."
Tony frowned. “Whatever,” he muttered. “Do you think there’s anything in that bathroom to keep me from puking all over this very nice luxury suite?”
Gibbs smiled. “I’m sure there’s something,” he said. “If not, I’ll run down to the reception desk and get you something, okay?”
Tony blinked at Gibbs’ … caring tone.
"Are you this nice to all your wives?"
"At first," Gibbs said, going into the bathroom to check the cabinet, "But you'll get sick of me soon enough. Working all the time, my priorities are somewhat skewed."
“Workaholic,” Tony muttered. “You’re in good company, Boss.”
“Jethro,” Gibbs said. “I’m your husband now. Call me Jethro.” Gibbs carried some aspirin over to Tony and a glass of water.
Tony swallowed down the small pill and followed it with a few gulps of water. Then he grinned wryly up at Gibbs. "You sure you don't want a relationship with someone who calls you 'boss'?" he teased.
Gibbs chuckled and ran a hand through Tony's hair. "Oh, Tony. Now we're married you're more the boss of me than I am of you."
“Me, a boss?” Tony asked, leaning into Gibbs’ gentle touch. “Uh-huh. I believe that.”
Gibbs smiled and kissed Tony’s hair. “Believe it,” he said. “Think about it … wives have all the power … “
"Hey, I was joking when I said I was the wife," Tony said.
Gibbs leant down and pressed a kiss to Tony's jaw, working down to his neck as he let one hand run down his new partner's body. He stroked Tony's cock briefly, making him moan, before letting his fingers slip down to massage the sensitive opening. Tony spread his legs to grant better access and Gibbs smiled against his neck. "That's why you're the wife."
Tony blinked up at Gibbs. “Well … fuck me,” he whispered.
“Already have,” Gibbs teased, smacking Tony’s thigh. “Come on … we really need to get up and moving.”
"Crap," Tony muttered, "I married a tease."
Gibbs chuckled. "Get dressed. I need you to get my clothes from my room."
Tony laughed at the sudden recall of a memory. "We were in the hall naked!"
“We were,” Gibbs said. “And I am grateful that no one caught us, otherwise we’d have a lot of explaining and apologizing to do.”
Tony laughed again. “You got that right,” he said. “All right.” He managed to get out of bed without falling over and dug around for some clothes. “Fuck I hurt … “
Gibbs sat down on the bed and watched Tony move around the room. “Those marks look good on you,” he murmured.
His voice made Tony hesitate in his search for clothes. "How long have you been attracted to me, bo- Jethro?"
Gibbs reclined on the bed with his hands back behind his head and shrugged slightly. "Years. Knew you were attractive the moment I met you. Wanted you the first time you smiled. Everything else came over time."
“Wow,” Tony said. “I … moment I met you, Jethro. I wanted you from the moment we met. Didn’t think I could ever have you.”
"Well you've got me now," Gibbs said. "You'll soon learn to be careful what you wish for.”
Tony finished getting dressed and turned to face Gibbs. “Jethro, I don’t think I’m going to regret a moment of our marriage,” he said. He wandered over to the bed and kissed his husband gently. “Be back in a jiffy with your clothes. And your duffel. May as well have it all here, right?”
Gibbs nodded and watched Tony leave. How long would it take for DiNozzo to fall out of love with him, to realize that this had been a drunken mistake? Gibbs didn't like his success rate with marriages. Tony was bound to end up divorcing him or just falling apart from constant mistreatment. All the good intentions in the world wouldn't help them.
Tony arrived a few minutes later with Gibbs’ duffel bag. “I took your stuff from the bathroom, too,” he said. “So all our stuff is here. Now, I believe you said something about breakfast?”
Gibbs pushed the dark thoughts away and chuckled as he got dressed. “Feeling better then?” he asked.
“I just figure it would be good to get actual food in my stomach,” Tony replied with a grin.
"Yeah, you're right," Gibbs said, climbing off of the bed and heading over to his clothes. "There's a menu under the phone. Pick what you want and I'll order."
"You'll pay too, right?" Tony asked with a cheeky smile as he headed to the phone.
"I'm your husband, not your sugar-daddy," Gibbs said dryly, but added, "sure."
“Thanks, hubby,” Tony teased as he picked up the phone and ordered.
Gibbs listened to what Tony ordered and was surprised at the amount of …healthy food Tony was ordering. Eggs, fresh fruit, oatmeal, orange juice. He was so used to seeing his senior agent, now spouse, eating pizza and take out.
"Hang on," Tony said, putting his hand over the mouthpiece. "Did you want anything, honey?"
"The pet-names could get tedious," Gibbs warned. "Get me what you're having. And some bacon."
Tony winked. "Sure thing, sweetie," he said with a sly grin before adding Gibbs' request to the order.
Gibbs groaned and rolled his eyes, slipping on his sock and shoes.
“Someone’ll bring it up in about twenty minutes,” Tony said, plopping on the bed next to Gibbs.
“New rule,” Gibbs said. “You can pick one, *one*, pet name.”
"One?!" Tony echoed, looking shocked. "How the hell am I supposed to settle on one word to adequately describe how..." he leaned over against Gibbs, "handsome you are. How...rugged and..." he ran a hand over Gibbs' shirt. "...sexy you are."
Gibbs smirked. "You can flirt all you want, but you only get one."
“How about ‘my silver haired fox’?” Tony said with a wink, leaning in and nibbling at Gibbs’ neck.
“Mmmm … I might convinced to go with that one,” Gibbs murmured.
"You can have a pet name for me too, now we're married," Tony said generously, running his tongue over the skin of his lover's throat.
"I was planning on using several," Gibbs replied as he stroked Tony's back.
“Hey, why do you get more than one?” Tony asked, stopping his assault on Gibbs’ throat.
“Because I’m the husband,” Gibbs answered with a grin.
“You’re going to lord that over me, aren’t you?” Tony muttered.
Gibbs continued to grin. "You're being too negative. Don't view it as being poor husband material. Think of it as being great wife material."
"Oh ha, ha," Tony said sarcastically. "You know I can legally withhold sex from you."
Gibbs grinned even wider. "You even sound like a wife."
Tony pouted for a few minutes until he felt Gibbs’ lips against his. He sighed against Gibbs’ lips, melting into his husband.
Breakfast arrived and the room service dude didn't even raise an eyebrow at the two men in the room. Gibbs tipped fairly and the newlyweds ate in relative silence until Tony said, "You know... we're going to have to inform work about this."
Gibbs sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “No way will I let the director take you off my team. You’re a damn good agent, Tony.”
“But … do spouses normally work together?” Tony asked.
“It’s … unusual, but not unheard of,” Gibbs said. “Plus, we work too well together for the director to move you to another team.”
"Will that..." Tony took a sip of his orange juice. "Will that change?" he asked.
Gibbs wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "Nah. I've been in love with you for years and it hasn't affected my judgment." He pretended to think it over. "Of course, one might say my judgment was obviously skewed in the first place," he winked at Tony to show he was joking.
Tony gave Gibbs a look before finishing his orange juice. “Well, I certainly won’t want to be on another team,” he said. “Have to keep an eye on you.”
When Gibbs chuckled to himself, Tony grew wary. "What?" he asked defensively.
"You're just sounding more like my wife every minute," Gibbs said.
"Well as cute as the wife thing is, you'd better not forget I'm your *man*. I don't want you getting any crazy damsel ideas about me. Got it?"
“Oh trust me,” Gibbs said with a smile. “I know you’re man. I was riding that ass last night, remember?”
Tony shifted a bit, felt that familiar twinge in his rear end, and smiled. “Oh yeah,” he said. “You were … felt so good, Jethro.”
Gibbs smiled and reached out to stroke through Tony's hair. "I'm glad you *do* remember. I seem to recall practically carrying you up here."
"I'm glad I remember too," Tony said softly, then regained his former cocky tone, "but that doesn't mean I don't want a sober honeymoon. All the trimmings. Wining and dining and first-class sober fucking."
“I’ve got a nice little cabin in the woods in Virginia,” Gibbs said, continuing to stroke Tony’s hair. “We’ll get a weekend up there sometime soon … bring some champagne and plenty of lube and condoms.”
Tony gaped at him. "All this time I thought it was wishful thinking... but we really *are* compatible!" He practically bounced on the bed. "This is going to be the best marriage *ever*."
Gibbs almost snorted his egg out. "Nice to hear it earns the same praise as your latest dvd purchase."
Tony grinned and leaned over, kissing Gibbs gently. “A weekend in a cabin with lube and condoms and you? Best honeymoon *ever*,” he said softly.
Gibbs chuckled and shook his head a bit. “Don’t know when we’ll get a weekend off, Tony,” he said. “I’ll try to finagle us some time off soon, okay?”
Tony nodded, content for a whole minute before a new horror dawned. "We're going to have to tell Kate. And Probie."
"That a problem?" Gibbs asked, sipping mediocre coffee.
Tony looked at him like he'd asked what colour the sky was. "Kate. And Probie."
“And anything they say to you will be like saying it to me,” Gibbs said. “They’ll deal. It might take them a while, but … they’ll get past it.”
“Get past it? Get past it?” Tony asked. “They won’t just … get past it.”
"They will if they know what's good for them," Gibbs said in an ominous tone that sent a rather pleasant shiver down Tony's body.
"So..." he put his plate to one side and leaned over to Gibbs. "If they were being mean to me, saying things about gay marriage or the boss playing favourites, I could come and tell you and you'd... fix it?"
“You could come to me,” Gibbs said. “And I’ll nip it in the bud.”
“Awesome,” Tony said with a grin.
“But,” Gibbs said. “This is not permission for you to come to me for every little thing. I don’t want either of them to go to the director and make you transfer to another team. I’m not going to let you leave this team … you’re too good an agent.”
Tony pouted a little. "Guess so. Shame really, it would have been nice to play teacher's pet for a while."
Gibbs rolled his eyes. "In case you hadn't noticed DiNozzo, you're the one I married. God knows the world doesn't need Kate Gibbs or..." he shuddered, "Timothy Gibbs."
“So you *do* want me to change my name!” Tony crowed, grinning gleefully. “Can I hyphenate? It sounds better that way … “
“Tony,” Gibbs said. “We’re keeping our last names … for work.”
“But you said … “
Gibbs knew Tony understood the name thing and was just being annoying for the sake of it, so he head-slapped him. Unlike any previous head-slap though, Tony clutched the tapped area and stared at him. "You slapped me!"
"Yeah?"
"You can't do that anymore. It's domestic violence."
“It was a love tap, sweetheart,” Gibbs said with a wink.
Tony pouted a bit. “Didn’t feel like one to me,” he muttered.
"I guess that's BDSM off the cards then," Gibbs said playfully.
Tony's eyes widened. "No, I'm okay, really. It was totally a love-tap. I'm cool with that. And more."
Gibbs raised an eyebrow at the enthusiastic response. "So maybe I should pack some other things for that honeymoon too?"
“Other things like … “ Tony said.
“Oh some leather cuffs, a nice flogger, maybe a paddle,” Gibbs said with a grin.
Tony blinked a few times, his eyes wide. “Uh-huh … yeah … pack those,” he murmured.
Gibbs licked his lips and leant so close that when he spoke his mouth almost brushed Tony. "And why should I pack those, DiNozzo? Did I marry a bad boy?" Tony shivered and made an almost inaudible noise of pleasure, only heard by Gibbs because he was so close.
Tony whimpered and nodded, just a bit. “Yes,” he whispered.
“Good,” Gibbs breathed, biting Tony’s ear. “I like bad boys … they’re so much fun.”
Tony groaned and leaned against Gibbs. “Fuck,” he gasped.
“Later,” Gibbs murmured. “I have rings to buy … and we have a flight to catch.”
Tony looked away. "You don't really have to buy me a nice ring, you know. It's enough to have this one, to know we're married."
Gibbs took hold of his partner's hand. "And what if I *want* to get you a nice ring?"
Tony blushed and looked down at their entwined hands. “If you want to,” he murmured.
“I do,” Gibbs said. “Come on … we’ll have the reception desk hold our bags. We’ll go and get rings and still have time to catch our flight.”
The shopping trip was... interesting, but Gibbs liked to think that having survived it this time he could survive it again. He had been teasing Tony that morning about what a typical wife he was but he hadn't really thought DiNozzo would be *worse*. At least Gibbs' previous wives had never exclaimed designer labels at him with big smiles and expect him to be enthusiastic.
“Come on, Jethro, one new jacket and shirt for you,” Tony said. “I won $5,000, let me spend a bit of it on you … then we can get rings, I promise.”
Gibbs sighed and nodded. “One new jacket and one new shirt,” he agreed. “And then we go.”
Gibbs still ended up feeling like a mannequin, and was tempted to tell Tony to just buy out the damn shop rather than spend so long deliberating over his decision. He was starting to think that Tony was only his most impulsive agent because all the brainpower for lengthy deliberation was wasted on matters of style.
“All right, the white linen shirt and the black suit jacket,” Tony finally decided. “You look hot in them, Jethro.”
“Fine, great,” Gibbs said. “Let’s get them and then find a place to get rings.”
"I just wanna look at their shades," Tony said, "Get myself a new pair."
"No." Enough was enough.
Tony blinked, startled. "No?"
"You heard me. No."
“But,” Tong said with a pout. “One pair?”
“If you can find a pair at the register that you like,” Gibbs said. “Otherwise, we’re done.”
Tony's mouth opened and shut a few times without sound, then he found the words he wanted. "Is this what it's going to be like?" he asked quietly. "Am I going to spend the rest of my life being treated like a spoiled brat? Because that's fun and games occasionally boss, but it gets old pretty fast."
Gibbs sighed and pulled Tony in for a hug. “I’m worn out,” he said. “And being worn out makes me a bit cranky. We have a flight to catch in a matter of hours and I have yet to buy you a proper ring. Forgive me?” He kissed Tony gently, rubbing his back.
Tony looked even more stunned, but happy all the same. "Wow. Sure... forgiven. Let's grab your clothes and get to the jewelry."
"Did you want those shades?" Gibbs reminded him.
"Nah," Tony smiled. "I can make do. If you can find it inside yourself to ask me for forgiveness, I can sure as hell use my old sunglasses. For now."
“For now,” Gibbs muttered with a grin as he followed Tony to the register. He realized he might be asking for forgiveness a lot with his new wife.
Tony paid for Gibbs’ new clothes, and swung the bag happily as he followed Gibbs through the casino to the high end jewelry store.
"I'm sure you picked one easier last night," Gibbs said, rolling his eyes as Tony went through the stock *again*.
"I was drunk," Tony said defensively. "Your standards are lower when you're drunk. Stuff you want at the time might seem less pleasant in the sober light of day."
Tony’s words, while not said to hurt, went straight to Gibbs’ gut. Would Tony eventually tire of him? He tried to push the thoughts aside and rested his hand on Tony’s lower back as Tony eyed the rings.
Tony felt Gibbs’ hand on his back and smiled a bit. He loved when Gibbs’ touched him.
Then he turned to his new partner and stood up straight. "This is a bit of an awkward question," he said seriously. Gibbs raised his eyebrows. It always unnerved him when Tony was serious. The man cracked jokes in the face of death. Tony continued. "What's your price range? I'm sorry, but I have to know."
Gibbs laughed. "That's it?" He looked over DiNozzo's shoulder at the ring the younger man had been examining. He kept his wince internal as he saw the discreet price tag. "If you want that one, I can manage." While doing some quick mental mathematics with regards to his savings account.
“I can pick another one,” Tony said softly. “Here’s another one in a similar style … “ He pointed to a thick band of platinum with a small diamond in the center. “This one’s not as expensive.”
Gibbs smiled. "If you're sure." Tony nodded and his smile was too sweet for Gibbs to mention out loud that the 'not as expensive' ring was still damn expensive. Oh well. It wasn't as though he would be buying presents for Tony every day. He purchased himself a platinum band that was practically free in comparison, then they made sure they got the right sizes. The bright smile on Tony's face once he was wearing his wedding ring made Gibbs' gut do silly things it hadn't done in years.
“We have just enough time to grab our bags and catch a cab to the airport,” Gibbs said as they wandered through the casino. “We’d best be prepared for the mountain of paperwork waiting for us back at work.”
“I don’t mind a bit of paperwork,” Tony said as they walked. “It just means that I’m really … yours.”
"You've been mine for years," Gibbs said with a smirk. "I've never needed paperwork to know that."
"So why'd you marry me?" Tony asked cheekily as they approached reception.
"So that you know it," Gibbs retorted.
Tony laughed and pressed an almost chaste kiss to Gibbs’ cheek before smiling at the perky clerk behind the desk. “Mr. DiNozzo and Mr. Gibbs to pick up their luggage?” he said.
The clerk giggled and motioned for a bellhop to bring their bags. “Do you enjoy your stay, sirs?” she asked.
“Best trip to Vegas ever,” Tony answered honestly.
The sincerity of it made Gibbs forget all his doubts of before and he felt truly contented as he and Tony made their way back home via taxi then plane. Tony fell asleep on the flight, his head resting on Gibbs' shoulder as the excitement of the last day and night caught up with him.
Part Three is here
