It's finally here! The epilogue. Just a head's up, there will be no author's note at the end of the chapter. I know, I know, finally, right? But, because of that, I need to talk before I leave you to the story. Three things in total. First of all, NCIS really almost pissed me off royally with last night's episode. They are so lucky that they didn't do what they implied at the end of the episode or else I would be really pissed off. And I was already pretty darn ticked. What is it with NCIS and killing off the female agents? If I was Cote de Pablo, I'd be seriously worried.

Secondly, I'm excited! The book that I waited months for came out yesterday, but I don't get to read it until tomorrow because I'm going out of town and I want to read it on the trip. But still, yey! I have it!

Thirdly, One last thank you to everyone who stuck through the story this long, everyone who reviewed this story. I want you all to know that you are the reason that I write, so thank you again. And a final thank you to 88silverkeys for her challenge idea. And I am still waiting patiently for that story you were going to write for me... but no pressure.

That is all. See you all next time!

Epilogue

Tony was on the verge of having his first wet dream since high school. In his dream, Gibbs was on top of him, taking his cock deep in his mouth, while his hand played against his prostate. He wriggled around on his bed a bit when something happened. He was pulled out of the dream and into reality. Except the feeling wasn't gone.

He opened his eyes a crack. Sure enough, Gibbs was lying between his spread legs, Tony's morning wood buried deep in his throat. Tony chuckled. "That's one helluva wake up call, boss."

Gibbs pulled off his cock, much to Tony's displeasure. But he still had about three fingers buried inside Tony's anus.

"Hey Tony," he paused, his fingers stretching out even farther. "You know how last night, you said that it was my call if I wanted to fuck you?"

Tony gasped as Gibbs found his prostate and practically wrapped his fingers entirely around it. "Yeah." He gripped the sheets under him.

"That offer still stand?"

Tony was having a hard time thinking. Gibbs was purposely torturing him. Somehow, he found it in him to nod.

"Good." Gibbs pulled entirely away, jumped off the bed, and left the room.

Tony stared after him. He couldn't have been more turned on if he tried, and Gibbs just walked away.

"Oh hell no." He leapt out of bed, conscious of his injuries and stalked down the hall. He heard the shower come on.

He shoved the door open and ripped the shower curtain aside. Gibbs was under the spray, wetting his hair down. The look he gave Tony could only be described as smug. Tony continued to glare. "What the fuck?"

Gibbs shrugged. "Just wanted to make sure it was a firm offer, in case I change my mind in the future."

"Well what if I decide to take it back?"

"The way you were going, I doubt it." He reached down and started stroking his own hard member.

Tony's cock started twitching and leaking. He was tired of talk.

He shoved Gibbs against the wall of the shower as he stepped inside. He pushed Gibbs' chest into the linoleum and grabbed his cock. It too, was leaking.

Using Gibbs' and his own fluid, he quickly coated his cock before shoving it hard and deep into Gibbs' waiting body. Gibbs moaned loudly in both pain and pleasure and threw his head back against Tony's chest. The younger man took a second before he started moving, at first his thrusts were slow and very gentle. He was harsh when he first entered the older man's body, and he didn't want to hurt him anymore than he already had.

But Gibbs pushed back against him, trying to get him to move faster. That just made Tony smile. He grabbed the older man's hips to keep him still and kept up the same tempo. He reached around and took hold of Gibbs' dick. He gave the head a quick squeeze.

Gibbs slammed his head on the wall and groaned, "Fuck!"

"Gibbs!" The two men froze as they heard the voice down the hall. Tony knew that voice all too well. Did he remember to shut the bathroom door?

Fuck.

He heard heavy footsteps get closer and closer. He froze. He knew he should have moved. At the very least pulled out of Gibbs, but he couldn't move a muscle.

"Gibbs!" The owner of the voice walked into the bathroom and immediately pulled the shower curtain aside.

Abby stared at the two of them, her already big eyes going wide in shock and her jaw dropping to the ground. Tony didn't know what to do, so he just smiled. "Hey Abs. What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to tell Gibbs that you checked yourself out of the hospital," she said it completely monotonously, still not over the shock. "But I guess he already knows."

"Oh yeah, I told him last night." He was still inside of his boss, and Gibbs was still pressed against the wall. He didn't want to know what look Gibbs was giving him, but he doubted it was pleasant.

"So," Abby started. "You're the top?"

Tony nodded. "Generally. Gibbs likes my penis." Gibbs reached around and swatted Tony in the back of the head. He had absolutely no idea how Gibbs managed to pull it off, but he did.

Abby made a strange noise in the back of her throat. Then she seemed to recover herself again. "Hey, you know, since I'm here, do you mind if I take you guys up on your offer to watch?"

"Yes!" They both said at once.

For a second, Abby's face fell. Then it lifted again. "How about I watch through the curtain, and you guys can pretend I'm not here?"

"Abs," Gibbs said for the first time since Abby showed up. "Go sit in the hallway."

Abby squealed, bouncing up and down on her platform boots. Her pigtails flew through the air. "You rock, bossman!" She shut the curtain and ran out of the bathroom. She didn't shut the door behind her.

Tony groaned as he buried his face in the back of Gibbs' head. "That seriously doesn't bother you?"

"Of course it bothers me."

Tony shook his head. "Then, why?"

"I can't say no to Abby." He said it like that was the most obvious thing in the world.

Tony just rolled his eyes, shook his head and started moving again. Gibbs moaned in response.

Robert's face hurt. Tony had probably broken his nose when he hit him. He was stupid, and he was fully ready to admit it. He let his anger get the better of him at the cottage. He should have known that Tony would hit him if he got too close.

That was one of the things he loved the most about Tony, he was a fighter.

His hands were behind his head, his knees were up and his left foot was planted firmly on the mattress. The other hung loosely in the air while his ankle rested on his knee.

His attorney was sitting across the cell from him. Even he didn't believe that Robert was innocent. But that was ok. "I think we should plead insanity," he said.

"I am not letting them put me in the nut house." He continued to stare up at the ceiling. Behind his eye, he kept seeing Tony's naked body before him. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He had seen the man naked before, but always from afar. He would watch through a window as he fucked some slut he just met that night. Or made love to that bitch, Jeanne Benoit. She didn't deserve him.

He smiled warmly as he remembered her begging for her life before he put a bullet through her head. Robert said he killed six people for Tony. And that was true, they just never found the body for that bitch. There was no body left.

"You killed six people in the span of two weeks."

"Allegedly. And I didn't kill Trent." That was Bernie.

Bernie his loyal St. Bernard, who would do anything he was asked. Like shoot a backstabbing little prick through the head. Or plant fake memories in a sick man's head so he would kill a federal agent for the man he 'loved.' Millworth smiled again.

"Mr. Millworth, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to argue anything other than insanity."

"Who's my judge?"

"What?"

Robert rolled his eyes and turned to the annoying bald near-blind man in front of him. "Who is my judge? The guy who controls the courtroom?"

The attorney looked through his notes for a second. "Honor Calvin Weinberg."

Robert smiled. "I want a bench trial."

"That may not be the best—"

Robert cut him off. "I said I want a bench trial, understood?" He waved his arm, signaling that the attorney should leave him to his thoughts.

Calvin Weinberg. He was a good man. Married, four kids. Came from a very proper, religious family. Visited Millworth Farms eight times in as many years. Must have slept with dozens of different men on each one of his visits.

With a smile, Robert closed his eyes and let his hand slide under his pants as he thought about how Tony looked, lying naked on his bed, asleep.

They would see each other again soon.