I apologize for not replying to your wonderful reviews, but this morning I received an urgent document needing to be translated from English to Italian and it took priority over all things I had planned to do. I still have to finish it, but since I needed to take a pause from it, I'm using it to post this chapter.

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Tony raised his arms to instinctively protect his face and neck from the long fangs, as he tried to kick his assailant's groin and push him away.

The Bosavian's claws bit into his flesh as the creature held Tony still and pressed his cock against the human's belly, humping him.

Disgust made Tony's stomach churn, and he redoubled his efforts to free himself, while he shouted, "Boss! Help! Jethro! O'Neill! Help!"

He struggled and shouted for what looked like an eternity, but was probably just a couple of minutes, before he heard running steps coming closer and Gibbs' voice calling his name.

"I'm here!" he answered, relief flooding him.

Shortly after, Gibbs and O'Neill arrived into the clearing. Without losing time, Gibbs jumped on the Bosavian and pulled him away from Tony, pushing him to tumble in the dirt.

"You all right?" Gibbs asked as Tony sat up and catalogued his aches. He was about to answer he was all right but for a few scratches on his arms, when he saw his lover's nostrils flare as his eyes darkened in a look Tony had never seen before. One that sent chills ran along his spine.

"What is it, Boss?" he asked, suddenly very concerned. On impulse, he looked down at his body and noticed with disgust and horror his clothes were smeared with the Bosavian's semen. The bastard had come all over him—and Gibbs had seen and smelled it.

Something clicked in Tony's brain as he remembered how furious Gibbs had been when he had smelled Sarah Davis' scent on him—and that had been before they got together.

"Calm down, Jethro," he said hurriedly. "He didn't rape me. He just hump-"

It was too late.

Gibbs' fangs and claws had come down and he was staring at the Bosavian male with a ferocious, murderous glare.

"Boss…" Tony tried again, reaching out to touch his lover's arm, but it was useless. Gibbs stood up, and emitted a sound the younger man had never heard come from him, not even during his Fevers, both the natural and the chemically induced ones.

"Mr. DiNozzo! Stand up!" O'Neill shouted. "We need to get to cover, they are going to fight!"

Tony stood up and ran toward the anthropologist. "I know they are gonna fight! Do something to stop them!"

"I can't. Our work ethic prevents us from interfering in these kinds of Bosavian events."

"Interfere?" Tony sputtered. "Gibbs isn't Bosavian! His fangs and claws are shorter, his skin isn't as thick. How do you think this fight will end!"

Two loud roars echoed in the clearing, so loud they covered the noise of the waterfall, as the two males attacked each other.

Tony paled as the Bosavian went on Gibbs with his bared fangs and his long, sharp claws fully extended. He saw gashes open in his lover's uniform shirt, and blood poured from his back.

"Do something!" he yelled at O'Neill, who seemed more enthralled by the transformation undergone by Gibbs than concerned about his wellbeing. "Do it, or I will!" Tony pulled out his gun and raised it.

That seemed to snap the anthropologist from his trance-like status, and he said urgently, "Wait! We cannot kill Bosavians! Just sedate them." He took the rifle from his shoulder and pointed it toward the two fighters and took aim.

More gashes and more blood appeared on Gibbs and Tony all but growled, "What the hell are you waiting for? Shoot!"

"They are moving too fast…they are too close…"

"Then shoot both of them!"

"I can't! This narcotic is calibrated for the Bosavians and their physiology! I don't know what effect it could have on a half-human!"

"Shit!" Tony bit his lower lip as he prayed the two fighters would separate, if only for a moment. And he prayed it happened soon, because the Bosavian was causing a lot of harm to his lover.

Then, suddenly, the fate of the fight changed. Gibbs managed to lock his ankle around his opponent's, pulled and sent the Bosavian crashing to the ground.

"Now, O'Neill!" Tony urged, but before the anthropologist could shoot, Gibbs knelt over his opponent's chest, using his knees to block his arms, and took the Bosavian's head between his hands.

Tony realized in a flash what his lover was about to do: snap the Bosavian's neck, Marine-style.

"No, Jethro!" he shouted as loud as he could, hoping to penetrate the fury enveloping Gibbs' mind. "Don't do it!"

Gibbs turned his head to look at him and Tony ordered quickly to O'Neill, "Be ready to shoot." Then he put his gun away and walked toward his lover, hands outstretched, with the palms up. "Get away, Boss," he said softly. "Let O'Neill put him to sleep. There is no need to kill him."

"He hurt you," Gibbs growled.

"Just a few scratches. Come on, Jethro, let him go. I know you'll feel like shit when you calm down if you kill him now."

Tony saw the older man hesitate, then his lover looked down at the Bosavian still trapped under his weight. Gibbs growled and snarled at his captive before, with a very fast move, he bolted away and ran toward Tony.

"Now, O'Neill!" Tony ordered and the anthropologist didn't hesitate. He pulled the trigger and hit the Bosavian with the narcotizing dart. The creature howled and made a move to pull away the dart, but he never completed the gesture. The narcotic kicked it and made him collapse back in the dust, unconscious.

The anthropologist jogged toward him, pulled away the dart and then approached Gibbs and Tony.

"Jethro, are you all right?" he asked, reaching out with a hand, but retracting it at once when Gibbs snarled at him. "Jethro?" he anthropologist asked, hesitant.

"I think he still has to come down from his fighting headspace," Tony replied, noticing with relief Jethro didn't snarl when he touched his arm. "I guess right now he sees you as a threat."

The anthropologist nodded. "Probable." He took a couple of steps back and tilted his head, studying Gibbs. "He is bleeding heavily from the right arm. He needs to have it checked by Doctor Reed."

"I doubt he will allow the doctor to check him," Tony replied, still running a soothing hand up and down Gibbs' left arm, felling how tense, hard and ready to spring his lover's muscles were, "At least until he calms down."

"I suggest we take him back to the compound; maybe the walk will help him to relax, and he will be calmer by the time we arrive there," O'Neill suggested.

"Good idea. Lead the way, Doc."

The anthropologist turned on his heels and moved toward the path, as Tony's hand slid down to wrap around Gibbs' clawed one and tugged at it. "Come on, Jethro. Let's go."

X

The trek back to the compound was uneventful. On their way there, Tony learned Kuruma had passed away only a couple of minutes after he had left the hut, which meant the two Americans wouldn't need to get back to the village, unless Gibbs wanted to be present when his father's funeral pyre was set afire.

"And what about my attacker?" Tony asked as they were already in sight oh the gates.

"He will wake up in twenty minutes or so, feeling very lousy."

"I didn't mean that. Why did he attack me? Was he in his Fever?"

"No, he wasn't." O'Neill answered as he unlocked the gate and pushed it open. "I think he was curious about you and determined, as young, cocky males are, to steal you away from an older male…"

Once inside the compound, the gate locked behind them, O'Neill went to fetch Doctor Reed while Tony and Gibbs waited in the courtyard. His lover seemed calmer, but when the anthropologist returned with another man carrying a medical bag, he reacted as he had done near the waterfall, and snarled at the newcomer.

So Tony took things in his hands. "Doctor, can you please give me that bag? I'll take care of him."

"He might require stitches," the doctor replied, as he observed Gibbs bloody arm. "Maybe we should narcotize him." He tilted his head toward the rifle O'Neill was still carrying.

"The hell you will!" Tony exclaimed, fiercely protective. "O'Neill told me you don't know how he would react to that narcotic. Leave the bag there and go away. I'll disinfect and bandage his wounds. If he needs stitches, you can apply them later, after he calms down and returns to normal."

"As you wish," Reed answered. He knelt and opened his bag. "Here there are gauzes and bandages and this is the antiseptic. Apply it liberally…on your own wounds too…after cleaning them. Over there," the doctor added pointing at their right, "there is a small pond. The water is clean, suitable to wash the wounds. The place is also secluded, and I'll tell everyone to stay away."

"Thank you," Tony replied. "Can I ask you another favor? Could you go to our room and bring us something clean to wear? We had no time to unpack, so you just have to take one of the duffel bags, doesn't matter which one."

"Sure," Reed said, walking away. He returned shortly later carrying Tony's bag, which he lay on the ground beside his medical bag.

The doctor and O'Neill then went away, leaving Tony alone with Gibbs. The younger man picked up the two bags and walked in the direction of the pond, followed by his lover.

Once there, he dropped the bags to the ground and quickly undressed, unable to wear his semen-stained clothes a moment longer. Stripped down to his underwear, he helped Gibbs to get rid of his uniform, leaving his lover standing just in his boxers.

Tony dipped a foot in the pond and finding the water was not cold, so he gestured his lover to sit down in it. He then picked up a discarded t-shirt and, after sitting behind Gibbs, he soaked it in the water and used it to gently clean the older man's back and arms. As the blood was washed away, Tony noticed with relief the slashes were not as deep as he had feared—and the same went for his own wounds, which he cleaned too. Neither of them would require stitches, and that was very good news.

Afterward, Tony picked the antiseptic cream, which he smeared over their cuts and slashes, pleased to see most of them had already stopped bleeding. When he was done, he posed the cream near the medical bag and put both of his hands over Gibbs' shoulders, rubbing them gently.

"Jethro?" he called softly.

"Yeah?" came the equally low reply.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes." Gibbs illustrated the point by leaning back against Tony, his wounded back pressed against the younger man's chest.

Tony squeezed his shoulders and bent his head, kissing his lover's neck.

"You back to normal?"

"Not yet," Gibbs answered, raising his still clawed hands. After moment of silence he asked, "Did I scare you?"

Tony didn't hesitate as he replied, "No, but I was scared for you. I was afraid the Bosavian would hurt you, badly."

"He didn't." Another pause, then, "That doctor wanted to shoot me. He was very afraid…I smelled his fear."

Tony laughed softly, as the last of his tension left his body. "I guess he wasn't expecting you to growl at him, fangs bared. You are pretty scary when you are like this, Boss."

"Yet you say you weren't afraid…"

"Of course I wasn't!" Tony slapped gently one the shoulders he had been massaging. "I know that beneath all that snarling and growling you're just a big pussycat."

The tensing of Gibbs' muscles under his fingers was the only warning the younger man got. His lover moved and in a blink of an eye, Tony found himself stretched on his back, half on the shore, half in the water, with Gibbs atop of him.

"Big pussycat, huh?" the older man echoed with a strange glint in his eyes.

"I meant it as a compliment," Tony rushed to say, taken aback by the sudden move.

"I know," Gibbs murmured, lowering his head and nuzzling his lover's neck.

Tony relaxed at once; he raised his hands and buried them in the older man's hair as he dared to say, "My big, playful pussycat…"

"Yeah…"Gibbs hovered with his mouth just an inch over Tony's and asked, his voice rough. "Do you wanna play?" He rubbed his hardening cock against the younger man, leaving no doubt about what he meant.

"Like this?" Tony replied, brushing his thumb over his lover's long fangs.

"We've never kissed when I'm like this…too dangerous because I was out of control. But I am in control now… wanna try it?"

"You can bet on it, Jethro!" Tony exclaimed, pulling Gibbs' head down at the same time he arched his neck to meet his lover midway.

They kissed and Tony felt thrilled when he ran his tongue along and over the sharp, pointed fangs. Their presence in that familiar mouth was both weird and exciting. Arousal shot along his spine as Gibbs' hands started moving on his body, the long claws raking gently along his skin, causing previously unknown sensations.

His cock now completely hard, Tony used his hands to push down his briefs, as Gibbs rose to his knees and got rid of his boxers. Then he moved down back on top of the younger man, resuming his gentle, intent lovemaking.

Tony abandoned himself to the sensations those skilled hands and mouth stirred, enjoying the slight sting the fangs and claws caused now and then.

Gibbs went on with his methodical assault to his senses until the feel of those fangs raking all so gently over his cock made Tony cry out and rush to press his fingers at the base of his erection, staving off his dangerously close climax.

"Need you in me…now Jethro…Now…" he panted, barely coherent with need.

Gibbs let out a low growl and reached out with his hand, picking up the jar of antiseptic cream. He kept it at arm's length as he struggled to read the label, then gave it to Tony, "it's safe…"

The younger man opened the jar and scooped a good measure of cream with his fingers. "After all Dr. Reed had told him to apply it liberally, although I don't think he meant this way…" he joked as he used the cream to prepare himself, since Gibbs couldn't do it with his clawed hands, no matter how gentle he was. "Tell me Jethro…why do we always end up having sex in places where we can't use real lube?"

"Not always…often…" Gibbs replied, his eyes black with want as he watched Tony's fingers move between his buttocks. "I brought it…it's in my bag."

"Yeah…" Tony just said, lost again in the sensations his fingers were causing and already savoring how much better it would get when Jethro's cock would replace them.

The mere idea made him moan and he removed his fingers from his body, using the remaining of the cream to slick his lover.

Gibbs moved between his thighs and took hold of his calves. He raised one over his shoulder and wrapped the other around his hip, in a position that was well liked by both of them. He then used his hand to guide himself to younger man's opening and pressed in.

Tony's eyes rolled back as Gibbs entered him to the hilt with a long, powerful stroke. They both panted hard for a minute or so, as they both gave time to their bodies to adapt and regain a minimum of control. Then Gibbs started moving his hips back and forth, slow and methodical, hitting Tony's sweet spot with every inward stroke.

The younger man's fingers dug in the shore, clenching and releasing, and tearing away small tuff of grass as pleasure mounted inside him. It was the very first he made love outside, in the wild and it felt almost primal…He had never felt so much part of the Nature, of the world surrounding him than in that moment, with the water lapping his ass, the soft grass beneath his back, the air caressing his sweaty skin while Gibbs towered over him, looking down at him with such intent, and passion and love.

It was fantastic, and it was rapidly becoming too much. Tony clenched around Gibbs' cock as the tension inside him grew, and his lover responded by increasing the speed of his thrusts and by wrapping his right hand around his leaking cock.

Gibbs' thrusts quickly became more urgent, deeper, faster. They both gasped and moaned at the sensation, until finally Gibbs came with a loud roar, tensing and throwing his head back. Tony had just a few seconds to admire the view before his body convulsed and he came too, spurting his seed over his lover's fist and his belly.

Gibbs let go of Tony's legs and pulled out gently, before he scooted back a bit, so that he could rest with his head over his lover's thighs.

They lay together as they regained their breath, Tony half on the grass, half in the water, Gibbs fully in the water and pillowing his head on the younger man's belly. They stayed like that for a while, until the breeze cooled their sweaty bodies, making them shudder.

"Come on," Gibbs said roughly, raising on his knees and then standing up with a low groan. Tony sat up and used the water to wash his belly. He rose to his feet too and together they walked out of the pond. They used they discarded shirts to wipe down some of the water, and then they dressed, Tony in a fresh pair of jeans and a hoodie, Gibbs in the sweatpants and t-shirt the younger man used for sleeping.

They picked up the discarded clothes and the bags, and shouldered them, ready to return to the compound.

"I hope you aren't fond of those jeans and shirt," Gibbs said, pointing at the bundle of clothes Tony was carrying, "'cause there is no way they are coming home with us."

Tony grimaced in disgust. "Don't worry. There is no way I would want to ever wear them again."

"Good."

Tony was about to start walking when Gibbs stepped closer to him and all of sudden said, "Thank you, Tony."

"For what?" he asked, sensing it wasn't just about the wounds he had tended earlier.

"For being here, for being you...for loving me," Gibbs murmured, looking deeply into his eyes. "I know it must not be easy to deal with my screwed up physiology...with my snarls, my fangs and claws, my roars...my rough treatment of you in the Autopsy..."

"And let's not forget your purrs your kisses, your caresses, your arms around me at night...the way you loved me just now... Thank you Jethro," Tony said, point blank.

"For what?" Gibbs echoed his earlier question.

"For being here, for being you...for loving me." Tony watched as Gibbs smiled in response, his grin starting in his eyes before moving to his lips, and he smiled back, as they shared a moment of quiet happiness.

"Let's go back," the older man said after a while, "before O'Neill comes looking for us."

They walked in silence toward the compound, until a sudden idea crossed Tony's mind. "Uh, Boss?"

"Yeah?"

"You think the fangs and claws will stay on until we recover?" Gibbs stopped, to look at him with an arched eyebrow. "Because, you know, I wouldn't mind another bout of Bosavian loving when we are in our room..." Tony completed with a suggestive grin.

Gibbs laughed aloud and then he answered with a grin that made his fangs glint in the fading sun. "I think it can be arranged Tony..."

Tony grinned back, before both men resumed their walk at a much quicker pace.

The End.

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Well, that's all. I told you it was short, but I hope the hot action made up for it. I hope you liked it and see you soon with a longer story. BTW, what would you like to see sooner: 'Gunny's Whore' sequel or the third installment in the Perfect Match AU? Let me know! Whatever you choose is going up very soon!