Author's Notes: So sorry about the delay in posting. I've had so much to do that I've had very little free time; every spare minute I've spent tweaking this chapter to try and give us some adequate and believable resolution. I hope it comes close! (It's so long I'm almost embarrassed).

I've read all your reviews and have added little bits and pieces based on comments. I still hope to reply to everyone now that I'm done (I took the liberty of deciding that you'd rather have me finishing the chapter than typing replies – lol). I love your support and insights and can't wait to hear from you now that it's all over! I will definitely miss seeing your names in my mailbox. Because of all of you, sharing this story has been a wonderful experience.

Enjoy the happy ending!

Chapter 21

The hospital room was dark except for the flickering light of the television high on the wall. The sound was turned down, but that didn't matter – Tony had seen this movie so many times he knew the dialogue by heart. It was on his list of classics, and he never failed to watch it when he found it on. So many Sunday afternoons had been spent in the company of these characters that it was almost like running into old friends.

Tonight he found the movie about unfulfilled love more poignant and bittersweet than ever. A week had passed since he had his mini-breakdown and Gibbs walked into the hall; Tony hadn't seen him since. There hadn't even been a phone call from his boss. He only had himself to blame; Gibbs had stepped up to the plate and declared his love and Tony had tossed the sentiment back in his face like a spoiled brat. He still couldn't explain his actions, but deep inside he didn't think it could have turned out any other way. His time in captivity continued to torment him, and it wasn't fair to subject Gibbs to his mood swings and confusion.

Abby had been to see him every day, along with Ziva, McGee, and even the occasional visit by Fornell and Saks. Vance had stopped in once, and his wife had sent him a stack of magazines to pass the time. Ducky and Palmer rotated visits, ensuring the ME and his assistant were well informed of his medical status. So he didn't lack for company. His friends had filled him in on Rick's death at the auction house, and Nakamura had died within minutes of the bullet piercing his heart. He was glad they were dead, and only wished there had been some way to make them suffer even a little of what he had been forced to endure.

He vaguely remembered shooting Nakamura; the man had been unarmed, but Tony had pulled the trigger anyway and he didn't regret it. He had been expecting to be arrested until Vance explained that the two eyewitnesses to the event reported his actions as self defense. Gibbs and Fornell had covered up for him, and he wasn't sure what he thought about that; for some reason it was just one more way he had to be taken care of and it made him uneasy. Any punishment he might have faced was worth knowing the sadistic bastard couldn't hurt anyone ever again.

Instead of whining he realized he should be grateful; the animals who had tormented him were gone, except in the nightmares that still haunted him every time he closed his eyes. The night nurses had made a silent promise not to tell anyone about the times he woke up screaming and fighting demons that weren't there. During the day he did his best to plaster on a smile and pretend it was all behind him. He was used to faking happiness; the only thing he couldn't outright ignore was Gibbs' absence.

Tony wasn't mad at Gibbs for the disappearing act; somehow it seemed like the right decision. If the lead agent had been around he would have felt compelled to hover and make decisions, and for the moment Tony wanted, no needed, to be in control. It was to Gibbs' credit that he understood; Tony just hoped he also understood it wasn't meant to be forever. The compound had been nothing short of a circle of hell, but the few times they had been alone – in the woods and when they made love – were all that had held him together. He wouldn't simply give that up, even if right now wasn't the best time to move forward with a relationship.

Tony let his eyes drift from the television screen to the door; a small part of him kept hoping Gibbs would come back. He was pathetic. It wasn't like he had called Gibbs, either. They were both masters at avoidance and apparently neither intended to be the first one to make a move. Tony had asked for his freedom, and Gibbs had granted his request with no questions asked. Whether that made his boss a bastard or merely human, Tony wasn't quite sure.

When the door abruptly opened it caught him off guard, and for a brief second his heart sped up and in the dim light he thought it was Gibbs' silhouette in the opening. The excitement dissipated as a man he didn't recognize stepped inside. The gentleman was tall and imposing, with a neatly cropped beard, short grey hair, and a white doctor's jacket.

Tony sighed; he was being released in the morning and he wasn't in the mood to deal with a new physician. Before he could open his mouth to politely but firmly tell the man to get out, the doctor turned to watch the movie playing on the screen. His face lit up at the easily recognizable actors.

"Casablanca! This is one of my favorite scenes!" He sat down in the empty plastic chair and started searching around on the bedside table. "Where's the remote? Don't you want to turn up the sound?"

Using the controls on the bed, Tony increased the volume until the familiar strains of "As Time Goes By" filled the room.

The doctor leaned back in the unforgiving plastic chair and crossed his legs, settling in as much as possible to enjoy the film. When the famous scene was over and a commercial started he glanced at Tony with misty eyes. "It gets to me every time."

Tony lifted an eyebrow. "Who are you?"

Chuckling, the doctor stood and offered his hand for Tony to shake. "Sorry, I'm a friend of Abby's; she asked me to stop by before you leave our lovely establishment tomorrow."

Tony nodded and tilted his head, making a quick assessment and determination. "You're a psychiatrist."

The man managed to look charmingly offended. "You say that like it's an insult."

DiNozzo simply shrugged, his lack of admiration for members of the profession abundantly clear.

The doctor leaned toward him, hands clasped in his lap. "Ms. Sciuto is concerned for you, as any good friend would be. She didn't give me a lot of details about your situation, just enough to understand why my particular services might be appropriate. Please don't be angry with her; she's a lovely young woman."

"I'm not upset, I just don't want to talk to anyone," Tony explained, intending to put a stop to this as quickly as possible.

The doctor pursed his lips. "She also mentioned that counseling is mandatory prior to your return to work." Humphrey Bogart started speaking again, drawing his attention to the television screen. "Oh, it's back on." He shifted into a relaxed position with his hands behind his head, once again engrossed in the black and white film.

Tony observed the doctor, unable to figure the guy out. When the psychiatrist didn't say anything else, Tony joined him in watching the movie. The surprise visitor knew almost as much about movies as he did and he couldn't help but be impressed. They chatted during commercials about the plot, the actors, the Academy Awards, and the less than romantic ending.

In many ways, the movie mirrored his life. When Rick put Lisa on the plane and walked away, Tony felt his own heart plummet. There was nothing else to be done, but the fact their love could never last was devastatingly unfair. Tony wanted to rewrite the ending of the movie just like he wanted to rewrite his own life.

"Have you heard a word I've said?" the doctor asked sharply.

"What? Oh, sorry. I guess I was lost in thought for a minute," Tony deflected, unsure of what he'd missed. He smiled apologetically and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. Even though all he'd done for weeks was lie around in bed, it only took a few hours before he felt completely worn out.

Looking at his watch, the doctor stood. "I should let you rest. You make sure to tell Abby I offered and you refused my help. I don't want to be on that young woman's bad side."

The doctor turned to go. "You haven't told me your name," Tony pointed out before he left the room. DiNozzo had enjoyed the physician's short visit despite his hated occupation, and Tony wanted to make sure he used the right name when reporting the conversation to Abby.

"Dr. Michael Sawyer," the man stated, facing Tony again. "I'm here for the next six months doing some research and completing a fellowship for the hospital." He pointed at the television screen. "Thank you for letting me stay awhile; it isn't often I meet someone with as much interest in cinema as I have."

Tony couldn't believe what he'd heard. Leave it to Abby to become bosom buddies with a renowned expert in everything that he was currently dealing with – and who had a healthy obsession with movies.

"Wait," Tony said, leaning up in the bed with a wince. Sawyer turned and smiled like a kindly doctor should. Tony felt uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed; he thoroughly despised the prospect of asking for help.

Unfortunately, he had no choice. The man was right; he had to complete required counseling if he ever wanted to work as an NCIS agent again. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to get that unpleasant condition out of the way and with someone he might be able to tolerate being around. If nothing else, at least the guy was famous.

Sawyer waited for him to explain himself. Tony cleared his throat and plunged ahead. "I was thinking….I might take you up on your offer. If you're still interested." He held the doctor's gaze uncertainly.

With a concerned frown the doctor approached him. "What made you change your mind?"

Tony chewed his lip for a minute before answering. "I don't know how much Abby told you about…..what happened to me." He paused, searching for condemnation in the doctor's face.

"She didn't tell me very much, just enough to let me know my particular expertise might be useful to you." The man's response revealed nothing but professional concern. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his smock and continued to patiently wait Tony out. They must teach that in shrink school, DiNozzo decided.

Forcing his eyes to stay focused and not dart around or look away, he finally went on. "I was kidnapped," he said firmly, not letting his voice waver. "And forced to…." He faltered on the rest of the story, huffing in frustration before he made himself go on. "And forced into training as a submissive slave. They sold me to a psychopath before my team rescued me."

Sawyers' eyes narrowed, and he studied Tony for a few minutes before walking over next to the bed.

"Are you a submissive?" he asked.

This time Tony's eyes did wander. His voice was soft when he answered. "I don't know. Probably. I'm not sure if it matters now." He turned to Sawyer with a plaintive smile. "I'm pretty messed up."

The doctor patted his hand. "We all are, Tony, on some level. You've just had a rough time of things. I'd be glad to help you sort it all out."

Shifting anxiously, Tony nodded; grateful and worried at the same time. "When do you want to start?"

"How about Tuesdays and Thursdays?"

Tony's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Two days a week? You must really think I've got a screw loose!"

"Maybe we'll watch a movie or two," the doctor laughed. "I'm looking forward to it. Get some sleep and I'll stop in tomorrow before you leave. We'll firm up the arrangements then." The doctor scratched his head as if thinking. "Are you staying with someone? It might not be a bad idea for a while. Being alone might be tempting, but you need a support system."

Usually Tony would be at Gibbs' house, but this time no invitation had been issued. "I'm staying with Abby. She wouldn't even consider letting me go back to my apartment yet."

"Like I said, she's a great girl," the doctor reiterated, gazing at Tony appraisingly. "Are you having trouble sleeping? Insomnia isn't uncommon after an experience like yours."

This guy is good, Tony filed the information away for future reference. "I'm fine," he lied.

The doctor patted his leg congenially. "That might work on some people, but not on me. I'll speak to the nurses about it on my way out." Tony waited until the psychiatrist left and then sank beneath the covers. He turned off the television and let the room drop into darkness except for the beeping lights of monitors. He really was exhausted, but it seemed like sleep never came easy.

Thoughts of Rick, Nakamura, Gibbs, and even Zeke swirled around in his mind in an endless loop. He couldn't stop wondering if it was possible for him to reconcile his feelings for Gibbs as a Dom with the abuse inflicted on him by the others. After everything he had gone through, why couldn't he let himself be happy? It wasn't until a nurse came in and refused to leave before he took a pill that he finally drifted off, hoping that tonight there would be no dreams.

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Gibbs grabbed the phone on the second ring, trained to find it even in the dark. "Yeah."

"Hey Boss."

The soft voice had him sitting up and turning on the light. "What's wrong, Abs? Is Tony alright?" It was DiNozzo's first night out of the hospital, and Gibbs had spent most of the evening drinking in the basement, trying to convince himself letting Tony go with Abby was the right thing to do.

He cradled the phone against his chin and snagged a pair of jeans off the floor.

Abby sniffled. "Tony just had a nightmare, but it's ok now. He went back to sleep. I….I needed to talk to someone."

"I'm coming over," Gibbs said, pulling on his pants. He'd done his best to give Tony space, but he wasn't staying away if Tony couldn't get through this on his own.

"No! No…." She took a deep breath. "He told me some of what happened, and it kind of freaked me out."

Gibbs sat back down, trying to decide what to do. Leaving Tony alone was killing him, and this was the perfect excuse to check up on his senior field agent. But was that in Tony's best interests? He wanted to be Tony's Dom, and that meant sometimes he had to sacrifice his own desires for the benefit of his sub. "Does he need me there? I need your help on this Abby, so be honest. "

He could almost hear Abby thinking over the phone. "He's not getting a lot of sleep, but the hospital prescribed some medication that I made him take. It seemed to help him settle down. I hate to watch him going through such a hard time now that he's home and safe. It isn't fair."

"I know, Abs. But he has us to take care of him until he's back on his feet. Are you sure I shouldn't come over?"

"No, it's fine," she paused. "You know he loves you, right? He just can't have you saving him this time."

Gibbs sighed. "I know, Abby. Call me if anything else happens."

"You got it, Boss," she said and hung up the phone.

Running fingers through his hair, Gibbs stood and went to the kitchen to make coffee. There was no reason to try and go back to bed, since all he would do the remainder of the night was think about Tony.

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Abby's frown caused deep lines to form around her mouth and eyes. Her ponytails were askew and she was wearing a knee-length black and white checkered nightgown. The fuzzy slippers made her appear somewhat less imposing than her tone would indicate. "Take the pills, Tony," she ordered, arms folded across her chest. "Or I'm calling Dr. Sawyer right now!"

Tony wrapped his arms around his legs and drew them up on the bed. It was the third night in a row he had woken Abby with his yelling and they were both exhausted. He should probably just give in and take the medication, but the need for it made him feel weak and stupid. There was no reason a few barely comprehensible dreams should get him worked into such a state and he wouldn't give in to the ramblings of his subconscious.

"I don't want to, Abby. I'll be fine; just go back to bed."

She threw her hands in the air in exasperation, pigtails twirling around her head as she paced back and forth. "You are not fine! Have you checked a mirror lately? You look worse now than when you came home from the hospital. At least there they could make you take care of yourself. You aren't eating, you aren't sleeping, you aren't taking your medicine." She stopped walking and faced him. "Forget Sawyer, I'm calling Gibbs."

Tony jumped from the bed and grabbed her arm before she could head out the door. "No, Abs, don't!"

She wrinkled her nose at him. "Why not, Tony? I don't understand why you can't let him help you."

Tony made a strangled sound and bit his lip. How could he explain to her what he couldn't explain to himself? "I don't know, Abby. I just….I feel like if I give up now I might never stand on my own again. Somehow it makes me feel like they turned me into a slave after all."

He was only wearing Ohio State boxers, and he rubbed his arms against the chilly air. Abby's eyes grew moist and she pulled him into a hug, letting his head rest on her shoulder.

"I get it," she sympathized. "But you've got to accept a little bit of help, ok? Just take the pills for a few weeks and then see if the nightmares go away. I don't want Gibbs to blame me for letting you get sick again."

He couldn't fight with her when she was being so sweet to him. He still didn't like it, but he gave in because he loved her. "Alright, Abs. For you."
She smiled and towed him back to the bed before she retrieved a glass of water and two small tablets. He washed them down quickly, letting her tuck him in when he was finished. He didn't protest when she snuggled under the covers beside him, willing to help battle the memories that refused to let him go.

No matter what had happened in the past or what might happen in the future, he knew he was lucky to have such loyal friends to count on.

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Gibbs halted in front of the door to Abby's apartment, six pack of beer in one hand and a bag of chips in the other. He wasn't sure if coming here was the right choice, but it was better than facing Tony for the first time in weeks when he entered the bullpen in the morning.

How DiNozzo had been cleared for light duty so quickly was beyond his comprehension. He'd expected the senior field agent to be out of commission for six months, not six weeks. Never let it be said that Tony wasn't full of surprises.

During Abby's daily reports she had assured him that Tony was improving rapidly, and continued to attend counseling sessions regularly. That in and of itself was amazing. She had gently suggested that Gibbs drop by to see Tony, but he hadn't managed to get up the nerve. For one of the few times in his life he let his fear get the better of him.

Tony hadn't called, which was another surprise. He wasn't sure why, but he'd expected DiNozzo to contact him. As days went by without any attempt to reconnect, he'd convinced himself that Tony couldn't handle what had happened between them now that he was back in the real world. He'd had enough disappointing relationships to know that things didn't always work out the way you wanted.

Now, he had to find a way to see Tony as a professional colleague and a friend and nothing else. It was the only chance they had to stay on the same team. They were family, and he refused to allow this fucked up situation to take that away from any of them.

"Hey, Boss." He had been so engrossed in his own thoughts he hadn't heard anyone walk up behind him. McGee stood a few feet away, nervously smiling.

Gibbs took the interruption as his cue to pound on the door; a few minutes later he was ushered inside by a grinning Abby who showed him where to place his convenience store offerings. He opened a beer before putting the rest in the refrigerator.

Coming out of the kitchen he nearly collided with DiNozzo who was making his way down the hall.

"Hey, Abs, who's here? I heard the door….oh." Tony took a step back and licked his lips nervously.

"It's Gibbs and McGee. I sent the Bossman to the kitchen!" she called out.

"Yeah, I found him," Tony replied.

DiNozzo was dressed in a red Ohio State t-shirt and grey running pants. Gibbs noticed they were hanging loosely, but he had picked up a pound or two and wasn't as stick thin as he had been the last time they'd seen each other. His hair had been trimmed, and there was color back in his skin. The scabs on his arms were mostly healed, and even the dark circles under his eyes weren't that pronounced, so maybe he was getting some decent rest.

Overall, Tony looked good. Too good. This was going to be even harder than he'd imagined.

DiNozzo smiled. "Long time no see," he said. "I didn't know if you'd come."

Gibbs shrugged. "I wasn't sure if you wanted me to."

Tony's smile faded and he blinked. "I'm glad you did," he said softly.

Gibbs fought the urge to wrap his arms around Tony's slight shoulders and tug him into a fierce embrace. He had hoped the time apart would dampen the surge of emotion he felt when he saw those deep green eyes seeking out something from him that he longed to give. But he couldn't venture where he hadn't been asked to go; DiNozzo had made it clear he needed space to recover on his own. He wouldn't force himself on Tony when he was still vulnerable. Gibbs shoved his toppy instincts aside in order to let Tony stand on his own.

They stared at each other, neither certain what to do next.

DiNozzo started to say something when Abby burst into the room, interrupting him. "Hey – I wondered where you two had gone! Come on, everyone's here!" She grabbed them each by a wrist and pulled them into the living room where the rest of the team had gathered. They were chattering and laughing, drinking wine, beer, and eating popcorn. Ziva was punching buttons on the remote to start a movie.

Tony took a seat in an overstuffed armchair; Abby placed a paper crown on his head and he laughed good-naturedly. Gibbs found himself sitting across the room on the arm of the sofa, sipping his beer while the team discussed actors, actresses, plots, and dialogue. The evening passed in a buzz of casual conversation and relaxed friendship; occasionally Tony caught his eye and gave him a shy smile. There was so much between them that had been left unsaid. It would be easy to let it get buried under the routine of work and the roles they were so used to filling. They could go on with their lives and never again revisit what had been shared between them.

It would be up to Tony. He would have to come to terms with his submissiveness and reconcile that aspect of his character with all that had happened to him. If Tony remained broken and unsure, a relationship would never work and they might both end up hurt; it could even destroy their friendship. The possibility of not having Tony in his life at all was unimaginable.

McGee's phone beeped and he checked the screen, blushing as he glanced around at the others.

Ziva and Abby both giggled and Tony sat forward, his hand quickly darting out as he snatched the phone.

"Hey! Give that back!" Tim protested, trying to reclaim the device while Tony twisted out of reach, scanning the message and laughing.

"Ooh, Timmy, I think Fornell wants to know when you're leaving…." The phone beeped again, and Tony rolled around on the chair. "He's tired of waiting on you, lover boy."

McGee stood up and grabbed the phone out of DiNozzo's hand. "That is none of your business, Tony! I can't believe you read my messages!"

Tony straightened up and wiped at his watering eyes. "Don't be such a McPrude. I'm actually happy for you. I hope this is the start of something that makes you both very happy." His tone was serious, and he steadfastly avoided looking at Gibbs.

"Well," Tim started, uncertain about whether Tony was being honest. "Thanks." He glanced around with a hesitant grin. "I guess I'm going to go."

The others stood as well. "It is getting rather late," Ducky pointed out. "And we all have an early day tomorrow. You definitely need a good night's sleep," he wagged a finger at Tony. "I'm still not convinced you are quite ready for a return, but I suppose if you only work half a day it won't be more than you can handle."

"I'll see he gets tucked in at a decent hour," Abby promised, taking Ducky's arm as she followed him to the door.

Everyone else gathered their things and followed suit. Gibbs lingered behind, feeling the warmth of Tony's body as the younger man walked next to him.

The lead agent turned. "You sure you're up for coming back?"

"Gotta start sometime. And believe it or not, I'm beginning to go stir crazy here."

"I heard that!" Abby chastised. Tony shook his head ruefully. "See what I mean?"

"Just don't feel like you have to push yourself. Your job is there when you're ready; I've made sure Vance understands that."

"I know you have," Tony stated simply, gratitude in his eyes.

Gibbs cleared his throat, knowing that if he prolonged the moment he would get in deeper than was good for Tony. With a nod, he picked up his jacket and headed for the door. It didn't feel right leaving Tony here, but he had no choice.

"Don't stay up all night gossiping like a bunch of school girls," Gibbs warned. "Not a minute late or there'll be hell to pay!" He strode down the hallway without looking back, certain that Tony watched him until he was gone.

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Vance threw his toothpick in the trash. "Calm down, DiNozzo, they'll be back here any minute."

Tony ran his hand through his hair and continued pacing the bullpen. "You said that ten minutes ago. Are you sure the hospital didn't want to keep him? Maybe he just walked out; you know how he is."

"Ducky said he's fine; it's just a graze."

"I should have been there," Tony argued. "If I'd been with them I could have done something to stop it. What if he'd been killed?"

The Director shook his head. "It's the job; we take that chance every time we go to a crime scene. You aren't cleared for field duty yet; hell, you should've gone home hours ago. Now sit down before I cuff you to a chair!"

Tony stopped pacing and glared at Vance, who realized too late what he'd said. Before Vance could try to recover his fumbled words, the elevator doors opened and the MCRT team filed out looking rumpled and worn. Gibbs was the last to emerge, the large purple scrape above his temple standing out against his silver hair and pale skin.

DiNozzo's heart skipped a beat; if the shot had gone a few inches in the other direction Gibbs would be laying on a steel slab in autopsy and all their chances would be over. The realization sent a cold chill through him.

"Are you ok?" Tony asked, standing a few feet away from his boss, hands clenched at his sides.

"It'd take more than a little scratch like this to hurt me. I'm fine, Tony."

He'd been obsessively worried for hours and all the emotions bubbled up inside. Tony wanted to touch the injury, inspect it, make sure it was nothing serious. But he couldn't, he couldn't touch Gibbs like that. He flexed his fingers again and fought back the urge to wrap his arms around Gibbs' legs and beg to go home with him.

Everyone was staring. This was ridiculous. Tony had to get out of here before he completely embarrassed himself. He grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. "I have to go, I'll see you guys Monday."

He raced for the elevator without looking back. When he got to the car he'd call Dr. Sawyer; maybe the psychiatrist could figure out what the hell was wrong with him.

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DiNozzo sighed as he hit the button sending his report to the printer; he had already emailed Gibbs a copy, but his crusty boss continued to insist on a hard copy as well. It was his first case on duty as a full-fledged field agent, and it had been a tough one. They'd worked the last three days with almost no rest, but the effort had paid off when they caught the rat who was selling classified naval documents to the highest bidder. Gibbs had been pleased, which made Tony happy.

He pushed his shoulders back and rolled his neck to relieve the tension that had built up while he sat hunched over his computer. Glancing at his watch, he realized that if he left immediately, he might just make it to his appointment on time.

Gibbs peered at him over top of his glasses when he placed the report on his desk. Silently the older man scanned the document, before looking up again. "Going somewhere?" he asked. Gibbs didn't mince words, ever.

Tony squashed down the flutter in his stomach that never failed to appear when Gibbs leveled that blue eyed gaze at him. He couldn't count the times he had battled the urge to fall to his knees in the middle of the bullpen and beg the Dom to have his way. Tonight was no different, but as usual Tony ignored the yearning and prayed none of his body parts gave away his secret. Gibbs getting shot had been a wake-up call to his submissive desire for his boss. Fortunately, no one had mentioned his near breakdown a few weeks ago, and had left him alone to sort out his complicated feelings.

Casually he answered. "I'm supposed to meet someone in about half an hour. Thought I'd take off." McGee and Ziva had left earlier, so he doubted it would be a problem.

"Go on then."

He waited to see if there would be more, but when Gibbs went back to his computer and didn't say anything else, he returned to his desk, grabbed his bag and left.

The past few months had found them avoiding recent events and going through the motions as if nothing had happened. Every now and then they would find themselves alone in the elevator or standing too close, and Tony would forget how to breathe. Gibbs never hinted at what he might be feeling; he never lost control, never broke a sweat or got flustered. For all Tony knew he had decided that a messed up, shattered soul like his wasn't worth the trouble after all.

If that was true, Tony would have to learn to live with it, even if it did break his heart.

The restaurant was busy, and it took a few minutes to find his companion. Dr. Sawyer smiled in greeting when he rushed to the table.

"Sorry I'm late," he apologized, taking a seat and unfolding his napkin. "It's been a crazy week."

"No need to apologize, I just got here myself. However, I have taken the liberty of ordering you a shrimp cocktail and a bottle of wine."

Tony grinned; if he was going to have to see a shrink, this was definitely the way to do it. Their sessions usually consisted of dinner and a movie, with conversations inserted in between. It wasn't traditional by any means, but it worked for him. He was starting to come to terms with his true self, and with the doctor's patient guidance had begun to put things in perspective. They had discussed Zeke's impact on his psychological development, the abandonment issues created by his father, the guilt he had over Jenny, and the torture he'd endured at the camp. They had explored various aspects of dominance and submission, until he'd finally accepted that being a sub didn't give anyone a license to hurt him and with the right partner it was nothing to be ashamed of. Every day he felt better and more at ease in his own skin; it had been a long time since he'd even come close to any kind of inner peace.

"So, what's on the agenda for tonight?" the doctor inquired, swirling the wine in his glass before taking a drink.

"There's a Hitchcock festival showing downtown," Tony suggested without a lot of enthusiasm. He played with a piece of shrimp, dunking it repeatedly in cocktail sauce.

The doctor laced his fingers together. "You want to talk about it?" he asked.

Tony's eyes shot up. "I thought a movie buff like you would know all about Hitchcock, but if you insist I guess I can give a history of the master of suspense. His career started in…."

"Tony."

DiNozzo dropped the shrimp and let his shoulders slump. "I think he's given up on me."

"What makes you think that?"

Tony tore chunks off a piece of bread. "He acts just like he did before; everything's business as usual, but no head slaps of course."

"How does that make you feel?"

Tony snorted. "Don't go all cliché on me, Doc. It makes me feel like shit. I should have talked to him sooner, but I….." he faltered. "I just couldn't."

"Can you talk to him now?"

DiNozzo slowly chewed a bite of bread. He had accepted his submissiveness, and understood that it didn't make him weak or damaged as long as he gave it of his own free will. What had been done to him while he was kidnapped had in no way been a reflection of what a real Dominant/submissive relationship would be like. The doctor had convinced him he deserved to enjoy the submissive aspect of his personality without fear or being hurt or humiliated. He thought he might be ready to do that now.

But only with Gibbs. There was no one else.

"I think it's time," Tony finally replied.

The doctor wiped his mouth and tossed his napkin on his plate. "If I leave now I think I can make the start of that festival." He motioned for the waiter to bring the check. "And you can get across town to have that conversation."

"Tonight?" Tony's mouth shook his head. "I'm not just going to ditch you like that."

Sawyer signed the bill and stood. "Stop procrastinating. Call me tomorrow and tell me how it goes." He patted Tony on the shoulder. "I'm proud of you Tony. You've survived more than most people could even imagine. Now go be happy."

"But what if he doesn't want me anymore?" DiNozzo blurted the words out before he had time to think about them.

"Then you'll move on. Either way, you have to know."

Tony sat at the table trying to work up his nerve. Draining the wine glass, he decided it was time to meet his fate head on.

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Gibbs sat the planer down and straightened up on the stool. He hadn't been expecting anyone, but the sound of the front door shutting and footsteps heading into the kitchen were unmistakable.

The leather shoe clad feet descended the steps until Tony appeared in view and took a seat near the bottom of the staircase. He placed a six pack of beer next to him and popped the lid off a bottle. Gibbs noticed he'd changed into jeans and a blue button up shirt; he didn't talk, leaning against the wall and letting the bottle dangle from his fingers.

Gibbs picked up his coffee cup and sat down on the step next to him. "I thought you had a date."

Tony's lips parted and then he laughed. "I said an appointment; that's not exactly a date."

"Oh." The silver-haired man took a drink of coffee to hide his surprise. He had been so convinced Tony was hitting the singles scene again that no other possibilities had occurred to him.

Tony wiped condensation off the beer bottle with his thumb. "I was meeting with my psychiatrist."

Abby had said Tony was still going to counseling, and Gibbs had been shocked that his senior field agent would willingly continue the sessions considering DiNozzo's distaste for the mental health profession. That fact alone revealed how much emotional damage Tony's abduction had left behind. Gibbs doubted he would ever forgive himself for not getting his agent out of there sooner and he was determined to do everything possible to help Tony heal even if it did hurt like hell. Every day since he had walked out of the hospital he questioned whether separating himself from Tony was the best course of action, but he had to admit that seeing the younger man regain his independence made him damn proud.

"Going to a shrink isn't something I broadcast," Tony continued, peeling the label into tiny curls. He took another drink and sat the bottle down. "I probably shouldn't have come by without calling first."

Tony hadn't been to Gibbs' place since they returned and the lead agent had wondered if DiNozzo would ever show up again. Sensing Tony's nervousness and wanting to reassure him, Gibbs reached out and cupped his jaw. "You're always welcome here."

Tony closed his eyes and nuzzled into the calloused palm. "Thanks." His voice was husky and raw; the unexpected sensuality of the movement went straight to Gibbs' dick. This was not how he predicted his night would go and he needed to get his head around what was happening before he made a mistake. "Why are you here, Tony?"

The corners of the green eyes creased cautiously. "I thought we should talk about….." He took a deep breath. "I think I have a few things figured out and we might want to discuss them, if you're interested…." He shook his head and moved to stand. "This was a bad idea, I'm just going to leave and pretend like I never came over here."

Gibbs placed a hand on his wrist and pulled him back down. Now that his boy had made the first move, he wasn't getting away that easy.

"What have you figured out?"

Tony swallowed. "Do you really want to know?"

"Of course I do." He tried to be gentle and not scare Tony with the intensity of his desire to hear the words. He'd waited so long for Tony to finally get to this point, he didn't know if he could hold out any longer. "Tell me."

"It's just you haven't said anything and I wasn't sure if you still cared. I thought maybe you'd changed your mind about me."

Gibbs stroked the inside of Tony's wrist. "I wanted to give you time to come to your own conclusions about what's next. Without any pressure."

Tony nodded. "You knew what I needed even when I didn't. I'm a submissive, Gibbs, not that it's a surprise to anyone, except maybe me…." His head dropped and his eyes flickered. "I had to accept it though, before I could be with anyone. Before I could be with you."

The older man exhaled slowly. "Is that what you want? To be with me?" He tightened his grip on Tony's wrist and watched carefully as the green eyes dilated and Tony sucked in a breath. The reaction set Gibbs' heart pounding; maybe there was hope after all. "Do you know what that means?"

For a few seconds Tony didn't seem able to respond, but he eventually gave his head a shake to clear it. "I don't know if I can be everything you want….not yet at least," he said breathily. "There's a lot I'm not sure I can handle, or if I'll ever be able to do."

"Like what?" Gibbs asked. He could feel Tony's pulse throbbing against his fingers.

Tony's eyes dropped away again, and his reply was barely a whisper. "Being tied up, whipped, anything like that….I don't think I'm ready to be in those kinds of positions. I realize that's a big part of the dynamic, and I'm sorry….I just can't…."

Gibbs let go of his wrist and leaned forward, taking Tony's face in his hands. "Do you think I can't be your Dom unless I do those things to you?"

Tony's eyes were sad and desperate. "I….I don't know…."

Gibbs traced his lips with one finger before pressing their foreheads together. "We'll figure it out, Tony, together. If you never feel comfortable with those parts of the lifestyle, it won't matter to me. I'll always love you, no matter what."

"You still love me?" There was so much surprise and wonder in his voice it made Gibbs' heart ache.

Gibbs tilted Tony's chin up so he could stare into those beautiful eyes. "Forever."

When he pressed his lips against Tony's it was like they were fused into one. He cupped the back of Tony's head with his hand and pulled him close. When his tongue snaked into Tony's mouth, his cock hardened instantly. He hadn't dared to believe that he would have this man in his arms again, to smell him, to taste him, to touch him. It was too good to be true.

When the need for oxygen became too much, they parted. Tony stared at him with a smile as sweet as heaven. "You mean it, don't you? You can really live with all my issues?"

Gibbs laughed. "I'm not saying we won't have to work on them, but I think it'll be alright." He took Tony's hand. Too much time had passed and he refused to wait one more minute. There would be opportunities for long conversations later; right now he needed something more. "Come on."

Tony followed without hesitation. "Where are we going?" At the top of the stairs, Gibbs kissed him again, his arousal growing when Tony melted against him.

"Trust me," Gibbs growled. "I'm the Dom, remember?"

"Right," Tony replied, his eyes shrouded. "I can do that."

"See, we're making progress already."

They stumbled into the bedroom and Gibbs stopped him next to the bed. With sure fingers, he slowly undid the buttons on Tony's shirt.

"What.."

Gibbs placed a finger on Tony's mouth. "Shhh. Don't talk."

He continued to slowly undress his sub, kissing Tony's taut stomach when the fabric parted to reveal the tawny chest and abdomen. Slowly he slid the shirt off Tony's shoulders and over his arms before dropping it on the floor by the bed.

Tony moaned when Gibbs kissed the juncture of his neck and shoulder, then made his way to suckle on each unadorned nipple until they both stood hard and erect. He enjoyed the fact both rings were gone and the holes had closed over. Since he hadn't put them in, it was good Tony had removed them.

Gibbs faced him again and smiled. "You belong to me now and I plan on enjoying every inch of you. Think you can deal with that?"

Speechless, Tony nodded in agreement.

"Good." In one smooth motion Gibbs popped the button on Tony's jeans and slid the zipper down, letting his hand barely brush his lover's engorged cock. He grinned to discover the sticky wet precum that leaked from the throbbing organ and was glad Tony had decided to continue his habit of not wearing underwear.

He tugged the soft fabric over Tony's hips and down his legs, lifting each foot to remove the shoes, socks, and pants from his body. When he finished Tony stood before him gloriously naked, everything about him perfect.

It was strange; when they had been trapped at the compound Tony had been nude the entire time. For some reason, it wasn't nearly as erotic as seeing him standing here now, in Gibbs' very own bedroom, waiting to be told what to do next.

Gibbs hoped he could hold off his orgasm long enough to make this good for Tony.

"Lie down," he ordered. "And grab the headboard."

Tony did as told, crawling into position on the bed. Gibbs pushed Tony's legs apart and climbed between them.

"You are so gorgeous, I could have you like this every single day and love each second of it." He let his hands slowly glide up the inside of Tony's legs, lingering on his inner thighs when Tony trembled at the touch.

Every muscle in Tony's body tightened when Gibbs kissed the crease between his leg and thigh, kneading the flesh on his stomach with his free hand.

"Gibbs," Tony groaned.

The Dom raised up and placed his hands on Tony's arms, pressing his entire body against Tony's until their hard cocks were touching. Tony arched off the bed, his skin electrified by the contact.

"No talking, boy." He kissed his sub again, forcing their mouths together as he ground his dick against Tony's.

"And don't even think about cumming yet," he warned. "You'll only do that when I say so."

Tony whimpered in protest but didn't speak. Gibbs trailed down his body once more, stopping to lick up and down DiNozzo's erect shaft. Tony bucked against him, nearly flying off the mattress when Gibbs wrapped his lips around first one ball and then the other.

"Oh, oh, oh," Tony muttered unintelligibly. Gibbs decided the sound didn't count as actual words. He reached over and opened the nightstand, taking out a bottle of lube. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and quickly removed his pants and boxers, tossing the items on the floor. Flipping open the tube, he slicked his own cock, licking his lips when he found Tony watching him with open admiration.

"Do you want some of this?" Gibbs asked, holding his dick so Tony could see the full length and width of it as he slowly stroked himself. "Tell me," he prompted.

"I want you," Tony said in a deep breath. "I want all of you."

"That's what I plan on giving you. Tonight and every night; you won't be sleeping anywhere but by my side from now on. You got that?"

"I got that," Tony whispered.

Gibbs settled between Tony's legs, lifting them up and over his hips. Squeezing out more lube, he ran his finger over his boy's quivering hole. Tony gasped and pushed down, sucking Gibbs' finger into his tight heat. When the finger was fully inserted Gibbs added another, and then a third, scissoring them to stretch the opening wide enough to accept him.

Tony gripped the headboard firmly, tossing his head back when Gibbs hit his prostate. A feral scream tore from his throat.

Gibbs removed his fingers and lined up his cock, thrusting in quickly and fully, his own groan low and dangerous. He leaned forward and kissed Tony again, reveling in the feel of sweat against his chest.

Pressed into Tony's skin he began thrusting, burying his dick deep in the hot, sweet ass that belonged to him now and forever.

"Mine," he grunted with each thrust.

"Yours," Tony mumbled. "Always yours." Tony released the headboard and clutched at the sheets when Gibbs started pummeling his prostate with every stroke.

The veins in Tony's neck bulged as he strained to hold back his orgasm. Gibbs' cock was like a living steel rod as it plunged into the vice like grip of Tony's ass. It was evident his boy couldn't hold on any longer. He braced himself with one arm so he could wrap his free hand around Tony's dick.

"Cum for me Tony!" he shouted.

DiNozzo let out a primal yell that ripped the breath from his lungs while streaks of warm white cum painted his stomach and Gibbs' chest. His dick twitched and throbbed with every release.

Gibbs felt his own orgasm building like a fire in his belly that spread throughout his limbs and pooled in his loins. Unable to control it any longer, he gave in to the explosion that surged along his shaft and burst into hot sparks of pleasure. His cum shot out and into his lover's body over and over again.

"Tony!" Gibbs screamed, tossing his head back as waves of ecstasy rolled through him.

When his senses returned he was lying next to Tony with his arm tossed around his lover's chest. Gibbs nibbled DiNozzo's ear to see if he was awake.

Tony groaned and rolled over to face him. "That was amazing," he said, smiling broadly.

"You're amazing," Gibbs responded. "And I love you."

Tony's eyes misted over. "I love you, too," he whispered, leaning in to give Gibbs a long, deep kiss. He nuzzled against Gibbs' chest. "Thank you for waiting."

Gibbs circled his arms around his sub and held the other man close until he heard the soft, smooth sounds of sleep. He kissed Tony on the forehead and watched him rest peacefully, already planning how they would never be apart again.

It was several hours later that he woke to the sound of someone yelling. Tony tossed around on the bed, mumbling and cursing, repeating the word "Stop" over and over. Gibbs took his sub's arm and shook him until Tony's eyes opened and he recognized his surroundings.

"Gibbs?" He blinked a few times. "Sorry….it was a dream. I didn't mean to wake you."

The older man pulled Tony against him and stroked his hair. "It's ok, I'm glad. This happen often?"

Tony didn't answer immediately. Finally, he said, "Only if I don't take a sleeping pill. Guess I was too busy to think about it last night."

Gibbs continued to play with his hair. "You don't have anything to worry about, Tony. I'm here, and everything's fine. Why don't you try to go back to sleep and see what happens?"

Tony yawned, his eyes drifting closed. "Ok, Boss, I think I can do that." He rested his head on Gibbs' chest. The older man barely moved, listening to Tony breathe and holding him until morning.

There was no place else he'd rather be.

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Glasses tinkled as they clinked together, music played softly in the background, and laughter drifted through the evening air. Strings of soft white lights twinkled adding to the muted glow of candles scattered among the tables. Several couples were dancing while others stood along the patio eating cake and talking.

Tony watched it all in disbelief, not sure how his life had taken this turn. He sipped champagne and smiled, the warmth from the alcohol competing with the happiness that flowed through every part of him. Firm arms slipped around his waist and moist breath touched his ear.

"Penny for your thoughts."

Tony slid his hand behind him and gently stroked Gibbs' face.

"Just thinking about how lucky I am."
Teeth nibbled his neck causing Tony's heart to race. He'd always wanted to be the center of his boss' attention, and now he had all of it. The last few months had been nothing short of a dream come true since Rule Twelve had been forgotten.

"I was thinking how we need to get out of this place and go somewhere more private."

Tony laughed; one thing he'd learned was that Gibbs had an insatiable appetite for him – not that he was complaining. "What time is our flight?"

"Who said we're flying anywhere?"

Tony frowned and turned to face his boss, his Dom, his lover, and as of two hours ago, his husband.

"You still aren't going to tell me where we're going on our honeymoon, are you?"

"Nope," Gibbs answered with a half-smile, pulling him into a snug embrace.

"Bastard."

Gibbs kissed him thoroughly; he'd joked it was a sure way to get his lover to shut up, and it worked every time. "You know you love it."

"I always have." He took Gibbs' hand and scanned around the reception; it was amazing how a few well placed decorations transformed Gibbs' backyard into a place so beautiful it looked like it had been formed in a dream. "I think we have an audience," he mock whispered.

Gibbs rolled his eyes and lifted his glass of champagne toward the small knot of people who watched them intently. Abby and Ziva stood next to Dr. Sawyer, Palmer and Ducky were seated at a table with Vance and his wife, Fornell and McGee were pressed against each other. Even Madam Maison was there, sitting in a chair like a high priestess holding court. Their friends hooted and raised their glasses high, toasting the couple.

"Way to go, Bossman!" Abby yelled.

Vance waved his hand at them. "Come over here, Jackie wants to talk to you."

"Can't we just sneak out the back?" Gibbs asked, pulling Tony close and letting his hands cup the round, plump ass that was his to enjoy every day for the rest of their lives.

Tony snickered and wiggled. "You need to enjoy this experience, Jethro, since this is the last time you're going to get married."

Gibbs looked him over, and Tony was certain his new spouse was pleased. His Tom Ford suit was cut to a precise fit, his skin was tanned to perfection, and his hair had that spiky tousled style that never failed to turn Gibbs on. The dark circles under his eyes had disappeared now that he was spending every night in Gibbs' bed and had been sleeping like a content baby. "You can count on that," Gibbs growled, raising Tony's hand to reveal the silver chain bracelet that circled his left wrist. The bracelet was secured with a tiny padlock that Gibbs held the key to. His Dom kissed the inside of his wrist and Tony felt slightly light-headed. "You're officially mine and I never plan to let you go."

Tony took a steadying breath and forced himself to stay in the moment. He'd fall later, when they had an entire two weeks to spend however they wanted. Gibbs had implied they would be adding more rules, since the ones he followed now were pretty simple; no lying, no cheating, no self-destructive behavior. Not being allowed to touch himself was the most difficult rule to follow so far, but a few days wearing a chastity device had helped him gain some control, even though he'd been miserable. Gibbs had declared this particular rule non-negotiable, and had enforced the consequences without mercy.

They had also discussed whether Tony would wear a collar or if they would exchange something else during their vows. Tony had decided he wasn't ready for a collar, but he was working on it. He'd discovered that he wanted to wear one, to show his commitment to Gibbs, but it was going to take time before he could forget everything that had happened during his captivity. Gibbs assured him he didn't mind, and had suggested the bracelet as a compromise. Jethro wore a traditional wedding band to show that he was now officially off the market. The reflection of light glinting off the small silver ring reminded Tony of just how much their relationship had altered.

"Come on you guys, we want to talk to you," Abby called again.

"Let's get this over with," Tony suggested, shoving Gibbs in the direction of their teammates and friends; he appreciated their support but was more than ready to be alone with his husband. "Then we can head off on this mystery honeymoon you have planned."

Jackie sipped from a fresh glass of champagne. "You two are so perfect together," she gushed. "I told Leon that I've never seen such a gorgeous ceremony. It makes me want to renew our vows." She grasped Vance's arm – her husband shook his head slightly and looked mildly terrified.

Ducky stepped in and took the pressure off their Director. "Jackie, I've seen the pictures of your wedding and I doubt anything could be more lovely. I couldn't imagine trying to replace that memory."

She smiled appreciatively and pecked an embarrassed Vance on the cheek. "You do have a point."

"So where are you going on your honeymoon?" Ziva asked; Abby punched her in the arm and shushed the agent.

"You know it's a surprise!" the scientist declared.

Ziva grinned impishly. "I was just trying to help Tony; it is obvious he is dying to know."

"He'll know when I tell him," Gibbs stated flatly. "And not a minute before."

"No thanks to McGee," Fornell inserted, grinning when the younger man's eyes widened. Tony shuffled guiltily.

"What's he talking about?" Gibbs asked, clearly suspicious.

"Oh, nothing, you know Fornell, just trying to stir something up."

Fornell raised his eyebrows. "Tell him, Tim." McGee frowned at DiNozzo helplessly. They were busted.

"I just checked a few databases, scanned a few accounts, that's all!" McGee blurted.

Tony did his best to take the heat off his friend. "It was my wedding present from Tim; he agreed to help me figure out where we were going. I made him do it, Jethro, don't be mad at him!" Tony pleaded as Gibbs folded his arms and scowled.

"So the surprise is ruined; you know where we're going," Gibbs confirmed.

Tony met McGee's gaze and then dropped his eyes in shame. "I know."

Gibbs took a deep breath. "What should I do with him Fornell? This isn't a good way to start things out."

"I'm pretty disappointed in Tim, too. Maybe instead of a honeymoon you should just stay here and teach him how to behave."

"You can't do that!" McGee protested in support of his teammate.

"That's not fair!" Tony added indignantly.

Two hands shot out and slapped Tim and Tony on the backs of their heads before the older men started laughing.

"What's going on?" Tony asked, rubbing his head before his eyes flashed with understanding. "You knew what we were doing and set us up!" He glared at Gibbs fiercely.

Gibbs laughed so hard he was shaking. Fornell slapped his leg and clutched at his heart.

Vance gave Tony and McGee a pitying look. "You boys are way out of your league."

Tony blinked in confusion. "So we aren't going to Hawaii?"

Gibbs patted him on the shoulder. "Sorry, but no."

"You helped them!" McGee pointed an accusing finger at the Director.

"Leave me out of this!" Vance held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. The rest of the team burst out laughing.

"Good one," Abby choked out, wiping at her eyes to keep the mascara from running.

"I can't believe you," Tony pouted at his husband.

Dr. Sawyer cleared his throat. "I apologize for breaking this up, but I'm going to have to say my goodbyes. I'm heading to Europe tonight and I need to finish packing." He approached Tony, who had sobered at his announcement. "You take care of yourself, Anthony."

"Thanks, Doc," Tony said quietly. "For everything."

The doctor pulled him into a hug. "Be happy, Tony. It's the only thanks I need."

Gibbs held out his hand. "I expect you to come see us next time you're in town."

Sawyer nodded. "You can count on it." He walked away, stopping briefly by the stage where the band was playing. As he moved on, the strains of a familiar song floated through the air.

Ziva snapped her fingers. "That is the song you like Tony. What movie is it from?"

"Casablanca," Gibbs answered, taking Tony's hand as they listened to "As Time Goes By."

Jackie Vance drained her glass and sat it down, grabbing Leon and ushering him to the dance floor.

"Would you care to join me, Ms. David?" Ducky asked the Israeli.

"My pleasure," Ziva replied, taking his arm.

Abby tugged Palmer onto the dance floor after them; Fornell and a nervous McGee joined the other couples.

Tony knew Gibbs wasn't much of a dancer, so he didn't say anything, holding his tongue until the older man pulled him close and held their hands between them, swaying to the melody. "I'll tell you where we're going if you really want to know," Gibbs said softly.

Tony shook his head. "As long as we're together, I don't care. You could lock me in your basement for a week and I'd be fine."

Gibbs chuckled darkly. "How do you know that's not what I have in mind? There are lots of fun toys down there we could play with."

Tony's head jerked up. "Are you serious?"

"You're way too easy," Gibbs teased. "Not about the basement, but definitely about the toys. I'm always prepared."

"What kind of toys are you talking about?" Tony asked casually. They had been playing more often, and he'd gotten used to the assortment of vibrators, butt plugs, and other tools of the trade his Dom preferred to use on him. The thought of Gibbs' toy cabinet got him hard, and his breathing hitched a little.

"Enough to keep you occupied, boy. I think we'll start with this." Gibbs' hand disappeared into the pocket of his tux and took out an emerald green cock ring. "You can wear it while we drive."

Tony swallowed. He could already feel himself slipping down. "Is that all?" he asked weakly.

Gibbs cupped his ass and squeezed. "I've got a nice green plug you can wear, too."

"How long is the drive?" Tony asked, trying to gauge just how intense this trip was going to be.

"Long enough for me to have you begging for my cock. Is that long enough?"

Tony coughed, infinitely amazed at Gibbs' ability to talk dirty. "Definitely, Boss." He glanced around at the others who were still dancing. "Can we go now?"

Gibbs brushed the hair back from his face. "Impatient, aren't you? Let's get changed and I'll get you ready. Then we'll come back down and say goodbye."

"On it, Boss," Tony grinned, already anticipating the next few deliciously stimulating hours. If he guessed right, by the time they arrived at their secret destination he would be so on edge a light breeze would make him cum. Gibbs wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him toward the house, a small grin on his face.

Tony leaned into Gibbs' arms, savoring the smell of sawdust and Old Spice that was totally Gibbs. He was content and for the first time he could remember, happy. It was all he could have ever hoped for.

"I love you, Tony," Gibbs said simply, somehow knowing that he needed to hear it again.

"I love you, too," he replied. The rest of their lives wouldn't be easy, with the complications of their histories, their work, and their stubborn temperaments. But they loved each other, and that would get them through.

As they stepped inside, the last notes of the song came to an end; with a contented smile, Tony shut the door behind them.