Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It's just the product of my crazy imagination

A/N My first attempt at a BDSM type fic in this fandom and because I have read (and loved) a lot of stories where Tony is a sub, I decided to turn things around and see if I could make that work. It's unbeta-d so all mistakes you find are mine. Love to hear what you think!

Fixing Gibbs

Gibbs usually felt good after solving a case. It gave him some sort of satisfaction when he and his team had caught the man or woman they had been looking for and even though he knew that satisfaction was short lived, even on a good day, he still felt it.

However today, after running himself and his entire team nearly into the ground in their search for a serial killer that had taken some sick pleasure out of torturing his victims before finally killing them, he didn't feel any better than he'd done before they'd caught him. He couldn't pinpoint why, but that didn't make it any less true.

He closed the file on his desk with a deep sigh, rubbing his hand over his face in a gesture that showed exactly how tired he felt right now.

"Go home," he said, putting two hands on his desk and pushing himself up from his chair. "Case is closed."

McGee and Ziva didn't need any encouragement to do just that and after a quick "goodnight" they scurried off to the elevator. Once the elevator doors closed, Gibbs turned to Tony.

"You too, Tony. Go home. Sleep, or do whatever the hell it is you wanna do."

Tony heard the almost defeated tone in Gibbs' voice and held his gaze, tilting his head just a little. "You okay, Boss?"

Gibbs nodded. "Nothing Bourbon and a night with my boat won't cure." He nodded in the direction of the elevator. "C'mon, let's go."

Tony grabbed his bag and got up, waiting at Gibbs' desk until he too had gotten his belongings. Together they walked to the elevator, close enough for their shoulders to bump against each other every few steps. Without a word they got into the elevator, but as the doors closed Tony turned to Gibbs.

"You know that no amount of booze is gonna help you tonight."

Gibbs sighed. "I'll be fine."

"Yeah," Tony nodded. He snorted and shook his head. "You wanna try that again, boss? With a lie I actually buy?"

Suddenly annoyed, Gibbs pushed himself away from the wall he'd been leaning against. "What's your problem, Dinozzo?"

"My problem?" Tony repeated, not intimidated in the least by the stare Gibbs sent his way. "Other than seeing you all fucked up over that sorry excuse for a gunnery sergeant we just caught?" He stepped closer, getting in Gibbs' personal space. "My problem is that you can't see that brick wall you're about to run into. You haven't slept in nights..." He saw that Gibbs wanted to say something and he raised his hand to stop him from talking before he'd started. "Don't even try to tell me you did, because you sure as hell weren't lying next to me and I spent half the week in your bed hoping to see you there too." He shook his head. "And when I pulled up the video feed of the bullpen and you spent every damn night here for the past week. You're about to keel over, Gibbs. And I know you want to believe you really are the superhero most people think you are, but believe me, you're not. You're about to break and there's no way I'm gonna let you."

"So?" Gibbs snarled, feeling caught all of a sudden and reacting the best way he knew how; by getting angry. "You wanna fuck and make it all better?"

The elevator doors opened and Gibbs walked out a bit faster than necessary. Tony's voice made him stop the next moment.

"Hold it right there!"

Gibbs turned around, anger oozing out of every pore it seemed as he looked at Tony. "What?"

Tony walked up to him until he was nearly toe to toe with his boss. "You heard me," he said, sounding dead calm, voice almost soothing.

His equanimity seemed to deflate Gibbs' anger in a matter of seconds and the older man's shoulders slumped ever so slightly as a huge sigh escaped him.

"That's better," Tony said, still in that soothing tone. "Now here's what we're gonna do. You're gonna go home and take a shower. I'll swing by my place to grab a few things before I come over and then we'll fix you again."

Despite his mood, Gibbs snorted. "You make it sound like I'm a leaking sink."

Tony grinned. "Well, if you want me to use a wrench on you or something..." he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Gibbs shuddered. "No thanks," he replied. "I don't mind feeling you for a few days, but I'd rather not have you break any bones."

"Nah," Tony shook his head. "Me neither."

He gently stroked Gibbs' cheek, for a second not caring if they were seen. Gibbs needed this. They needed this.

"I'll see you at home," he said, hand dropping to Gibbs' shoulder and squeezing the tense muscle there. "I won't be long."

Gibbs nodded and after another sigh, softer this time, he straightened his back and walked to his car. Tony stayed where he was, watching the other man get into his car and drive off. Only then he too went to his car and took off. A large part of him had wanted to go with Gibbs, Jethro, immediately but he knew that wasn't what they needed now. Wasn't what Jethro needed now.

The dynamics of their relationship had become something Tony never had experienced before, but it felt too right to question it. He'd been more than a little surprised when Jethro, after a case involving a small boy being beaten to death by his father, had told him what it was he needed most to somehow put himself back together. To be able to go on.

It made sense though. Gibbs' desire to submit to someone he trusted completely made sense. After all no one could be that in control all the time without letting go every once in a while. By literally giving up any control he had and trusting Tony to give him what he needed.

Tony didn't think he'd ever felt more humbled than he did right then. Humbled and honored and incredibly turned on.

Somehow over time it had become a part of their relationship and by now, over a year later, they knew what the other needed and when he needed it. Like Jethro needed it right now. Tony knew he felt responsible for that last victim, even though there was no way they could have prevented it. They simple didn't have the information they needed to get the killer at that moment.

Well, tonight Tony had every intention of making Gibbs forget about damn near everything but the way Tony was working him over right then. He wanted to draw it out for as long as he could manage, wanting to spend hours playing with his lover's body before he'd grant him the release he probably was begging for by then.

He took a deep breath as he pulled up in front of his apartment. He quickly got out and took the stairs two steps at the time to get to his apartment and back to his car as fast as he could. He knew exactly what he wanted to use on Jethro tonight and after a shower and a change of clothes it took him just moments to put everything in a bag and rush out the door again.

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After coming home, Gibbs had taken a shower and while he was standing there, he'd stretched himself to make sure he'd be ready for whatever Tony would ask from him. The mere thought of the things Tony could, and probably would, do to him was more than enough to make his cock grow hard rapidly. He wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing, because most of the time Tony wouldn't allow to let him come any time soon.

He ignored his erection, knowing better than to jerk off quickly to take the edge off. Tony would know, he always did, and often he made Gibbs only wait longer for the release he needed.

He walked down to his living room naked and grabbed two bottles of water out of the fridge. He wasn't sure if Tony wanted to eat first, so he decided against ordering something yet. Saved him from getting dressed too.

Gibbs sat down on the couch, waiting for Tony to arrive. The second he heard Tony's car pull up on his driveway, he got off the couch and kneeled in front of it, a thick pillow protecting his knees from the hard floor. His knees spread, ass resting on his feet, hands behind his back and his head bent he waited for the door to open and his man to enter the room.

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It was a sight that never failed to take Tony's breath away. Jethro, the strongest man he'd ever met, on his knees for him. Willingly submitting to him.

Tony felt almost light-headed from the adrenaline that rushed through him as he walked up to Jethro and held still before him. He gently stroked his lover's hair, the short grey hairs that felt a bit courser to the touch than his own.

"You're beautiful," he said, voice a little rougher than usual. "Look at me Jethro."

Jethro lifted his head and looked at Tony. He barely managed to hold back a moan at the sight of his lover. Master. Dom. He was dressed in a pair of laced up black leather pants and what looked like a silk shirt, tight enough to show every muscle in Tony's arms and chest and in a shade of green that made Tony's green eyes even brighter than they already were.

Tony lifted the bag he was holding. "I'm gonna put this away for now. We'll eat first."

"I haven't ordered anything yet," Jethro answered, sounding almost apologetic in a way Tony knew he hardly ever did with anyone but him. "I wasn't sure if you wanted dinner first or not."

Tony leaned in and kissed Jethro's forehead in a tender gesture that made Jethro's stomach flutter. "We're going out for dinner," he said, tone not leaving much room for arguments. Gibbs didn't really feel like going out though, and it must have been visible in his eyes.

"I'll let that slide for now," Tony said, cocking one eyebrow. "Now get up and get dressed. I want you in black dress slacks and that ice blue shirt." He rummaged in the bag he still was holding. "And wear this."

Jethro's cock jerked as he saw the rather long and thick buttplug. It was long enough to probably brush against his prostate when he sat down, which would mean he'd be sitting there with a hard on all evening. And although he'd do it, of course he would, he didn't really feel like walking through a full restaurant like that.

"Do you trust me?"

Gibbs looked at him and suddenly he wondered why he had even thought for one moment that Tony might do something to embarrass them. "With my life," he answered without hesitance.

"Then get dressed now," Tony ordered, watching Jethro as he got up from the floor. "You have ten minutes."

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Jethro managed to be ready in little over five minutes and as he walked down the stairs again, a little gingerly due to the butt plug he was wearing now and the hard on he was still sporting, Tony got up from the couch and gave him a slow once over, nodding approvingly.

"Let's go," he said, taking Jethro's hand and pulling him closer for a slow lingering kiss. After the kiss ended, he held his arm around his lover's waist as they walked to the car together. "I made reservations for 8 o'clock."

"Where are we going?" Jethro asked, realizing he probably wouldn't get an answer. He didn't really care one way or the other right now. He felt much better than he'd done when he'd left NCIS about an hour ago and he didn't mind where Tony would take him or what he would make him do. He only wanted Tony close to him, and as long as that was the case, all else was less important.

About twenty-five minutes later they pulled up in front of a restaurant Gibbs hadn't heard of before. He still felt a slight trepidation about walking into a place where people were having dinner with an undeniable erection but before he could even think about voicing his worry, Tony reached into his glove compartment and pulled out something silver colored.

"Put this on," he said, holding it up for Jethro.

Jethro looked puzzled for a moment and turned to look at Tony. "A mask?"

Tony nodded. "It's mandatory here. The owner of this place wants to make sure that all guests will remain anonymous so they won't have to worry about someone from their network or neighborhood or whatever seeing them. A lot of people like to be more daring when they are certain they can't be recognized and in this restaurant there aren't too many boundaries about what is and isn't allowed."

He waited until Jethro had put the mask, something that reminded him of some renaissance type movie he'd seen ages ago, on and then followed suit before getting out of the car and opening the door for his lover. "C'mon," he said, holding out his hand and shooting Gibbs what could only been interpreted as a predatory look. "I'm hungry."

"Yes Sir," Jethro answered, allowing Tony to help him out of his seat and biting back a moan when the plug shifted inside him and brushed against his sweet spot just right.

Tony pulled him into his arms and kissed him again. "Good boy," he whispered. He knew it usually took Jethro some time to get his head into their game, even though his body was way ahead of him already, but the moment he started calling him "Sir" instead of Tony was a good indicator usually.

Together they walked into the restaurant and after they were guided to their table and had sat down, Jethro took a moment to surreptitiously look around.

"You can look," Tony said as he saw Gibbs move his eyes without moving his head too much. He smirked. "Most people actually like it probably."

Jethro shook his head. "I don't need to see others, Sir," he answered softly.

"Good answer," Tony said. His smile changed a little into the sort of smirk that usually didn't promise much good. Or rather, it did promise much good but Jethro wasn't too sure this was the best place for whatever Tony had in mind.

He hadn't even finished his thought when he nearly jumped out of his chair as the butt plug he was wearing suddenly started vibrating inside him.

"What the...?" he blurted out, not really sure what was happening and how Tony was doing this but the intense sensation of the plug vibrating inside him made it very hard to think about anything right now, especially with the head of the plug just brushing against his prostate still.

"Shhh," Tony shushed him. "Remote control. But you know better than to talk like that, boy."

"Yes, Sir," Jethro answered instantly, leaning back just a bit in an attempt to push the plug deeper inside him. His cock was pressing hard against the zipper of his jeans and right now he wanted nothing more than for his master to get him off somehow. He knew that probably wasn't gonna happen yet though.

Suddenly the vibrations changed from one steady buzz to short intervals that felt even better. Unable to sit still, Gibbs shifted in his seat, torn between wanting to try and press the plug in deeper and trying to lift his weight off his ass just a bit to relieve some of the tension that was building up fast like this.

"Problem?" Tony asked, sounding as if he was asking about the weather forecast.

Jethro knew better than to lie. "Control problem, Sir," he answered, voice faltering a little as he clearly focused on trying to keep himself from coming right then and there.

It made Tony hard as a rock too and his cock was straining in the confinements of his leather pants.

"On your knees," he ordered, ignoring Jethro's words and gesturing for him to kneel down next to him. When his lover, a little gingerly, did as he was told, Tony stood up, made quick work of the lace holding the front of his pants together and took his cock out. "Now open up."

Jethro didn't even think about refusing. He was so turned on he could barely see straight and seeing Tony's thick cock jut out of those incredible hot looking pants combined with the way the plug kept teasing him mercilessly made him forget all about his surroundings. It made him forget about everything but Tony. His voice, his smell, the way he felt. He just sat on his knees, waiting for Tony to use him however he wanted.

And he loved every second of it.

Two strong hands gripped his head and as Jethro looked up at Tony, happy to see the green eyes behind the mask that hid most of his face, Tony pushed his cock into his sub's mouth, moaning as he felt no resistance at all. Jethro had learnt how to relax his throat in a way that made it easy for Tony to just fuck his mouth as hard as he wanted and soon he felt his Dom's balls slap against his chin as Tony set a fast pace.

Tony's hands held him, making sure he couldn't move, and that made him feel secure and safe while the sensations in his ass and the feeling of Tony's cock sliding down his mouth and throat brought him closer and closer to coming. He could feel that his lover was about to come. Could feel his Dom's erection throb against his tongue as he grew that little bit harder before with a growl Tony shot his semen down his throat.

Jethro stayed where he was, on his knees and with Tony's now softening cock still in his mouth, waiting for his lover's next step. He was nearly trembling with arousal now and he was almost afraid to move because one brush against his cock and he'd go off like a rocket.

"Shhhh."

Tony's soothing voice drifted in his ear the moment he felt the hands that had been holding his head now caress his cheeks before cupping his chin so he looked up at Tony again. He saw so much love in those green eyes that he actually felt his heart skip a beat and a familiar and welcome sense of belonging came over him. No matter what happened to him, no matter what Tony would ask from him, it would be for him as much – if not more – as for Tony.

"Get up."

Wincing just a little as his knees protested, Jethro got up, waiting for Tony to tell him to sit down again. He let out a small sigh in relief when Tony patted on the seat of the chair next to his, indicating for Jethro to sit down next to him. Jethro did and leaned against Tony who started stroking the back of his sub's neck.

It was that gesture, the tender strokes that were soothing and loving that, combined with the ongoing struggle not to come, made Jethro feel like he was floating. Nothing seemed to exist, no job, no everyday chores, no nothing. Only him and his Dom and the magical feeling Tony managed to bring out in him every time they played like this. The tingling sensation that seemed to spread throughout his body, the feeling of flying and yet feeling too heavy too move at the same time and the intense feeling of belonging to the man next to him...

"I love you."

Tony turned his head as the words escaped Jethro and he smiled at him before kissing his forehead. "And I love you."

He let one hand drift down Jethro's back and when his fingertips touched the plug through his pants he asked. "Tell me if this gets too much, okay? I don't want you to feel any pain tonight."

Jethro smiled and shook his head. "No pain," he answered, sounding a little drowsily. "Really wanna come though."

Tony turned down the intensity a little. "Not yet," he stated, reaching for the plate of food that somehow had been put on their table. With his fingers he picked a bite size piece of the delicious looking dish and held it close to Jethro's lips. "Here."

Without a thought, Jethro opened his mouth and took the bite, tongue licking at Tony's fingers before closing his mouth and swallowing the food. He didn't really taste it but he loved being this close to Tony. Loved having the man take care of him like this.

And most of all he loved knowing that this was only the beginning of this evening.