FIC: All Tangled Up (2/2) for kaylashay81

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Title: All Tangled Up (2/2)
Author: slash_srs
Written for: kaylashay81
Prompt: Gibbs/Tony, friends/family/gen; Gibbs learns indirectly about something from Tony's past and tries to find a way to talk/help him deal with it.
Warning: Slight crossover with CSI New York.
Archive: Do not archive
Pairings: Gibbs / DiNozzo
Rating: NC17 / FRAO
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but the stories are..
Overall Word Count: 8,732
Summary: For years, Tony has been hiding a secret about his past. When Gibbs discovers it, Tony is convinced that Gibbs will hate him.

Part 2

When Tony woke up, the room was dark and cold. Moving his injured arm, he felt a little better, but the pain was still there. Looking around the dark room, Tony searched for Gibbs, but he was alone.

Tossing the covers, he got up slowly. After a brief stop in the restroom, Tony put the sling back on and descended the stairs. Still tired and groggy, he made his way to the kitchen. Taking a couple of pills, he lingered in the kitchen for a few minutes before he dredged up the courage to seek Gibbs out. Since the living room was also empty, Tony figured that his boss was in the basement, working on his boat.

He walked down a few steps, and sat down when he saw his boss sanding the boat slats. Gibbs was looking more focused that usual, a scowl apparent on his face. If this was supposed to be a relaxing exercise, it didn’t look like it was working today.

Gibbs was dressed in a soft, thread-bare t-shirt and faded sweatpants – and he couldn’t have looked better to Tony. He’d never been able to put his finger on what it was about Gibbs that made him.. melt. For weeks, he’d been trying to make it about sex only.. but every encounter made it harder for Tony to stay detached.

Closing his eyes, Tony sighed. If Gibbs hadn’t known about the significance of the tattoo before, he probably did by now. His cheeks reddened in shame and anger. He’d been running from his past for over twenty years, and it still had the power to haunt him.

When Gibbs fired him and threw him out, this would not be the first, carefully built life that Tony had lost because of Tanglewood, but it would the hardest one to walk away from.

Standing up, Tony made his way back to the bedroom.

~*~

Gibbs looked up when he heard the basement door close. Tony must have come looking for him.

Dropping the sanding paper on the table, Gibbs went up to the kitchen and washed some of the sawdust off. When he entered the bedroom, Tony was lying on his side again, staring at the opposite wall.

“How are you feeling?” he asked Tony.

“Fine.” His voice was low.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Gibbs placed a hand on Tony’s warm back, rubbing little circles. Gibbs was content to sit here and feel the other man’s smooth skin under his hand.

“Are you hungry?”

“No. I’m fine.”

“Are you in pain?”

“No,” he said more firmly. “I’m fine.” Tony spat out, bitter.

“Can you at least look at me?” Gibbs was trying to keep his voice calm, when he really wanted to demand that Tony trust him and tell him everything.

As Gibbs had been sanding the boat, he’d come to the conclusion that Tony could not be the thug that Mac had described. Since the younger agent had been working for him, Gibbs had seen nothing but concern and consideration from Tony. A man could pretend to be someone he was not for a period of time, but not for years, and not with Gibbs.

As foolish as it seemed, Gibbs wanted to believe him. He just needed to hear Tony tell him the truth.

Raising a hand to Tony’s neck, Gibbs massaged it gently, willing himself to calm down. “I don’t care about what you did as a boy, Tony. I just care about the man you are today.”

“Yeah, right.” Tony scoffed. “Mister ‘upstanding, there are no shades of gray’ marine.”

Looking down at the bandaged shoulder, Gibbs laid a gentle kiss on Tony’s neck. “Do you trust me, Tony?” Gibbs continued to kiss and nibble on the other man’s neck.

“Of course, I trust you,” he said, surprised but not moving from his position on the bed. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Talk to me, tell me what happened.” He paused in his kisses. “Trust me to understand.”

Tony was silent for a few minutes. “You’ll never understand, Jethro. Some days, even I don’t understand it.”

Pushing on Tony’s shoulder so that he was lying on his back and looking at him, Gibbs leaned forward and kissed Tony’s lips. “You either trust me or you don’t. It’s that simple.”

Eyes bright with unshed tears, Tony bit his lip. “You already know what it is, don’t you?”

Gibbs nodded. “I spoke to someone who knows.. about Tanglewood.”

“Shit.” Tony sat up and made to get off the bed, but Gibbs put a hand on his chest.

“What are you doing?” Gibbs asked, frowning.

“Leaving. Give me a second and I’ll get out. You’ll have my resignation on your desk in the morning.”

At the end of his rope, Gibbs unleashed his anger. “Have I asked you to leave? Have I asked you to quit?” Pushing Tony back, Gibbs forced him against the pillows. “You’re not even going to give me a chance? You’re just going to walk away?” Gibbs was almost yelling.

“Do you get that my family was in the mob? That they’re still in the mob?” Tony yelled at Gibbs, his face turning red in frustration and anger. “That the reason I know so much about crime is because I’d seen and done more by the time I was eighteen than most of the criminals we’ve arrested at NCIS?”

Leaning forward, Gibbs laid a hand on Tony’s knee. “Talk to me. That’s all I’m asking.”

Sitting back against the headboard and raising his knees, Tony’s face crumbled, tears coursing down his cheeks.

“I haven’t seen my family in twenty years, Gibbs,” he whispered. “And I can never go back to New York. That was a condition of my release from Tanglewood and the family.”

Gibbs heart was breaking at the anguish and sorrow in Tony’s voice. Mac had warned him that leaving Tanglewood was hard, but he hadn’t realized just how hard it truly was.

“I’m so sorry, Tony.” Wrapping an arm around Tony’s neck, Gibbs pulled him close, holding him tightly against his chest. Against his neck, Gibbs could hear the low, pained sobs escaping from Tony’s lips; he could feel the hot tears landing on his shoulder.

“I had no choice… I couldn’t do it… I couldn’t keep..  hurting people because they didn’t do what we told them to.” Tony said softly. “I know what I did was wrong, Gibbs. I should have gotten out sooner.. than I did.” Tony gave a bitter laugh. “I certainly did enough bad things.. before I got out.”

Gibbs just held Tony without interrupting, letting the other man talk at his own rate.

Sounding calmer, Tony continued. “When I decide to leave, I knew it would be hard.. I just had no idea what that meant. I was so young, my whole life ahead of me.. I thought I could do it.. I thought I could just walk away.”

Pulling back, Tony leaned against the pillows. With red, watery eyes and spikey lashes, Tony wiped the tears away with his hand. “It’s never been enough, Gibbs. I’ve never felt whole again.”

Cupping Tony’s cheek, Gibbs wiped away the few stray tears he’d missed. “What happened? How did you get out?”

Tony snorted. “I was so stupid, even back then. I told my father I wanted out. He turned me over to the tender mercies of the other Tanglewood boys. I was given permission to get the ‘out date’ tattoo. I just didn’t realize that once I did that, I was on my own. My family threw me out and the gang was no longer required to protect me. Nobody warned me, but I should’ve known better.” Closing his eyes, Tony took a deep breath. “That night, they drove me to a vacant lot and beat me up, leaving me for dead.”

Gibbs knew he should school his expression better, but he’d bet that he had a horrified look on his face. How can someone do that to his own son? His own flesh and blood?

“I was in a coma for over a week.” He sighed. “For a month, the only visitor I had was the beat cop that found me and saved my life. John Veder.” Tony sniffled, a slight smile appearing on his lips at the thought of his old mentor. “He got me out of New York, and sent me to a friend in the Midwest. You know the rest.”

Gibbs closed his eyes and shook his head. How did someone survive such a savage beating at the hands of friends after having been betrayed by their own father? Gibbs didn’t know where to start.. In the back of his mind, he was amazed that Tony was still sane after going through such a harrowing experience.

Tony looked so vulnerable lying there; his face tear stained, his gaze downcast.

“That’s it? You left New York and you’ve never been back?” Gibbs asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah.”

Cupping Tony’s face gently, Gibbs caught the younger man’s gaze. “I am so sorry about what happened to you, Tony. I can’t imagine the pain and fear you’ve lived with all this time.” Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss on Tony’s mouth. “However, that tattoo doesn’t change anything.. at least not with me. I’m glad that you got out, and I really glad that you work for me.”

Looking away, Gibbs remained quiet for a few seconds. “We’ve all made mistakes. Mistakes that make us cringe, and we wish to hide and forget.”

Gibbs looked at Tony. “The only thing that makes me mad is that you lied to me, and that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth.”

Tony tried to interrupt, but Gibbs was having none of that.

“Where you ever going to tell me?” Gibbs asked.

“Not if I could help it,” said Tony, his voice trembling and unsure. “I never wanted you to know about my past.”

“Why?” Gibbs was confused at the anxiety and shame he could still read in Tony’s eyes.

“I had a boss once that I really trusted. He.. uhm.. he saw the tattoo in the showers once and.. tried to have me fired.” Tony whispered. “When that didn’t work, he would send me on calls without back up.. assigned me to the worst neighborhoods without a partner.” Tony sighed. “I finally had to quit before I got killed on patrol.”

Peaking at Gibbs’ face from under his lashes, Tony continued. “Not that I expected you to do anything like that, boss. But.. it just got easier to hide it.” Biting his bottom lip nervously, Tony said softly. “And when it became an issue because we were.. uhh.. having sex. I didn’t want to jeopardize that, so I just kept quiet.”

“So, that’s why you wouldn’t come home with me?” Gibbs asked, feeling hopeful for the first time in weeks.

“Of course! At least at work, I had the excuse of not taking off my shirt because we could get caught. But here,” Tony waved his hands indicating the room. “Do you know how stupid I would’ve looked if I’d insisted on keeping my shirt on?”

For a minute, the two men looked at each other, and then started laughing.

When they had both grown serious again, Gibbs grabbed Tony’s hand in his. “I meant what I said before. I don’t care about your tattoo or about you being Tanglewood when you were a kid. You don’t ever have to hide that – or anything else – from me. All I ask of you is that you tell me the truth, and that you trust me see your side in any situation.”

Nodding his head, Tony looked at Gibbs solemnly. “I do trust you, Jethro. I’m sorry that I didn’t realize it sooner.”

Shifting forward, Tony threw himself into Gibbs’ arms, hugging the other man tightly. “I promise. No more lies.”

“Good.” Gibbs hugged him back, running his hands soothingly up and down Tony’s bare back.

When they separated, Tony leaned in and kissed Gibbs, a light chaste kiss. After worrying that his worse nightmares were again coming true, Tony wanted to let Gibbs’ acceptance and comfort wash over him.

Lying back against the pillows, Tony met Gibbs’ gaze and whispered softly. “Jethro, make love to me.” Blushing, he bit his lip nervously while Gibbs stared at him intently.

Before Tony could take the words back, Gibbs growled and leaned over him, placing his hands on either side of Tony’s head. Slanting his mouth, Gibbs licked at Tony’s bottom lip. Nipping his lip gently, Gibbs probed at Tony’s mouth with his tongue.

Tony opened his mouth, welcoming the heat and taste of Gibbs. Raising his left hand, Tony ran his fingers though Gibbs’ soft, silky hair. Closing his eyes, Tony arched his back, seeking contact with Gibbs’ body. Gibbs’ mouth left his and trailed his way across his jaw; Tony moaned and whimpered at the feel of his boss’ hot mouth on his naked skin.

Gibbs licked and suckled behind Tony’s ear, enjoying the low cries spilling from his lover’s mouth. As he trailed his tongue down Tony’s neck to his shoulder, Gibbs remembered the bandages and injury.

“Shit,” he muttered as he pulled away from his lover. “Tony, we can’t do this. You’re hurt.”

Grabbing on to Gibbs’ arm, Tony hissed. “No, please, Gibbs. I’m fine. It’s just a little sprain, nothing serious.” He lifted his right arm, showing Gibbs that it was working just fine. Of course, he never mentioned the pills he’d taken within the hour. But even if he couldn’t lift his arm for the next month, there was nothing more important for Tony than to feel Gibbs inside him, accepting him fully, giving him absolution for his sins.

Gibbs didn’t not look convinced.

Desperate, Tony lifted his hips and lowered his shorts, baring his body for Gibbs. “Please. I want this with you.” Reaching for Gibbs’ hand, he drew it and placed it on his chest. “I need this… with you.”

“Tony, I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” He sighed. “We can do this tomorrow or the day after, whenever you’re feeling better.”

“But I feel fine now.” Tony couldn’t bear the thought of one more day without Gibbs inside of him, filling, making him whole. “Please..”

“Shh. No begging necessary.” Gibbs said softly, placing a finger over Tony’s lips. “I want this as much as you do.”

Standing up, Gibbs took off his clothes slowly, letting Tony’s eyes follow his hands. Making sure that Tony was settled comfortably against the pillows, Gibbs crawled between Tony’s spread legs until they were pressed together from chest to groin.

Tony trembled and moaned at the heated contact. For the first time in his life, he felt free and whole, clean.

Gibbs felt his skin burn everywhere he touched Tony. He realized that this was a new beginning for them; they would be making love not just having sex. Looking at Tony, he saw the nervous excitement in Tony’s eyes. Lowering his mouth, Gibbs rested his forearms, wanting to get as close as possible to Tony without putting too much of his weight on him.

It was moments like these when Gibbs wished he could climb inside of Tony, burrow under his skin. Tony’s scent filled his lungs; a pure, clean masculine scent that he would recognize anywhere. Shifting, he licked his way down Tony’s neck, stopping to nibble ever so often, leaving little bruises to mark his path.

“Oh, God.. Gibbs… please,” Tony whimpered.

Smiling, Gibbs continued to torture his lover, using the flat of his tongue to lick a trail down Tony’s abdomen and straight to his groin. Shifting lower, Gibbs looked up at Tony’s face as he wrapped his fingers around his hard cock.

Tony’s hiss of pleasure delighted Gibbs, who stroked Tony’s cock firmly, wrenching several heartfelt moans from his lover’s mouth. Getting his mouth closer to his lover’s hard cock, Gibbs blew softly over the tip, and was rewarded when Tony shivered and moaned.

“Stop torturing me.. just.. do it.” Tony pleaded, eyes slightly glazed.

Smiling, Gibbs closed his lips over the tip of Tony’s shaft while the tip of tongue flicked across the slit.

Tony jerked his hips and cried out, the sensations driving all sane thought from his mind. “Ohh… Mmm… Damn.”

Stroking the bottom half of Tony’s shaft, Gibbs lowered his mouth, taking in as much of Tony’s cock as he could.

Tony didn’t know what he wanted more, the heat of Gibbs’ mouth or the desire to escape the torment.

Spreading his legs wider, Tony closed his hands around Gibbs’ hair and pulled back softly. “Please, Jethro. Fuck me.” Tony was gritting his teeth, taking a deep, calming breath. “I want to cum with you inside me,” he whispered desperately, not knowing how much longer he’d last.

Giving one last swirl around the tip of Tony’s shaft, Gibbs moved up and leaned over to the nightstand. Grabbing the lube and a condom, Gibbs looked down on Tony, who was shifting on the bed restlessly, his body displayed wantonly just for Gibbs’ pleasure.

Thinking back to all the times when they’d hurried in the past, Gibbs knew exactly how he wanted his first real time with Tony to be.

“Roll over,” he said softly.

Startled, Tony looked at Gibbs. “What?”

“I want you on your stomach. Is that okay?” he asked, an eyebrow rose in challenge.

“Uh.. no. That’s fine.. I guess.” Tony responded.

Shifting slowly, Tony lied down flat on the bed, face down. Nervously, he kept looking over his shoulder, the wait making him jumpy.

Separating Tony’s legs further, Gibbs reached for a pillow and slapped Tony’s hip softly. “Raise your hips for a moment.”

Tony complied, still feeling awkward and strange in a position he’d never allowed before. When he lowered his hips on the pillow, he rested his weight on his elbows, feeling a little bit more in control when his head was off the bed.

Gibbs noticed the fine tension that coursed through Tony’s back and shoulders – a shoulder that was still bandaged. Grabbing another pillow, he leaned over Tony’s back and whispered into Tony’s ear. “Here. Rest your chest on this so that you shoulder won’t hurt so much later.”

Shuddering at the heat of Gibbs’ words in his ear, Tony took the pillow and placed it under his chest and arms, taking the pressure off his shoulders. However, he still felt funny with his ass elevated, and a looming Gibbs behind him, staring. Tony tried to close his legs a little only to be stopped by a sharp slap on his butt.

“Ow,” Tony groused, but spread his legs again. Grinning, Tony wondered if maybe this new spanking would replace Gibbs’ usual head-slaps at work.

Leaning over and caging him with his arms, Gibbs stayed on his hands and knees, letting only his mouth and tongue touch Tony’s silky, heated skin. Shifting lower, Gibbs created slick, wet patterns with his tongue, alternating with bites and light sucking, listening to Tony’s moans of pleasure.

When he reached the swells of Tony’s buttocks, Gibbs lowered himself on the bed; he really needed both hands free for what he wanted to do.

“Gibbs, your driving me crazy.. Please.. I don’t know how much more I can.. take.” Tony’s voice broke as Gibbs left a small bruise on his right cheek.

Shrugging and feeling pretty happy with himself, Gibbs laughed. “Sorry. It seems that I can’t help myself when I am this close to your ass.”

Blushing, Tony looked over his shoulder, shocked to hear the laughter coming from his otherwise stern boss. “O-Okay.”

“Are you ready for more?” Gibbs asked.

“Oh, yeah..” Tony moaned, rubbing himself on the pillow beneath him.

With a gentle slap to Tony’s perfect ass, Gibbs growled. “None of that. No cumming without me inside you.”

“Then hurry up..” Tony groaned.

“Oh, I’m in no hurry.. and you’re just going have to wait.”

Slowly, Gibbs separated Tony’s cheeks, enjoying how Tony moaned at his touch. Leaning over, he blew softly across Tony’s entrance.

“Gibbs, w-w-what are you doing?” Tony croaked in disbelief.

“You need me to explain this to you?” he replied condescendingly.

“No.” Tony snapped, then broke into shiver as Gibbs’ tongue swiped across his hole with evil intent.

Involuntarily, Tony’s hips jerked back, trying to get closer to the source of his pleasure. “Give me more.. please.” Tony moaned, quickly getting passed the embarrassment of having Gibbs’ face so close to his… ass.

Spreading his legs wider, Tony shuddered as he offered himself up to Gibbs. “Yes.”

Pleased by the sudden trust and freedom Tony was surrendering to him, Gibbs probed gently at Tony’s opening with his tongue. Feeling the ring of muscles relaxing slightly, Gibbs firmed his tongue and went deeper, making sure to thrust with sudden, hard jabs.

After a few repeated motions with his tongue, Gibbs felt Tony’s body start to tighten, the tension increasing while his moans became more and more breathless. Trying to head off Tony’s impending climax, Gibbs moved back and reached under Tony to put pressure at the base of his cock.

“No.. Don’t stop!” Tony cried out. “I was so close.” He sounded like he was in excruciating pain.

“Ha! I told you, no cumming without me.” Gibbs tried to sound firm but it came out sounding husky.

Kneeling back, Gibbs grabbed the condom and rolled it on his own throbbing cock. Tony was not the only one suffering from this heated seduction. With the lube in hand, he slicked up his fingers and rubbed some on his cock. Throwing the lube on the bed, he softly separated Tony’s buttocks again, this time letting a finger tease his opening.

“Not again, Gibbs. I don’t think I can take any more.” Tony shifted his hips back, trying to impale himself on the torturous finger.

Gibbs smiled. He couldn’t get over this new demanding, playful Tony. Looking up and down the body that had bewitched him for months, Gibbs didn’t know how he could have gotten so lucky. Discovering Tony.. as a lover.. was the best thing that’d happened to him in a long time.

Done with teasing, Gibbs slipped a finger in Tony, testing his lover’s readiness. Tony’s hiss was a good indicator of how far gone he was. When he felt Tony push back against his hand, Gibbs added a finger, and couldn’t help his own moan when Tony clenched tightly around his fingers. His hurried encounters with Tony had been good, but this whole night promised to be spectacular.

When he slid a third finger in slowly, Tony shuddered and cried out. “That’s it, Jethro. Fuck me now or I’m cumming without you.”

Wow, he got a screamed ‘Jethro’ and everything. It sounded like Tony meant business this time.

Withdrawing his fingers, Gibbs knelt up and positioned himself behind Tony. Bending over his lover, he placed on hand next to Tony’s shoulder and whispered. “Are you okay? Does your shoulder hurt?”

“God, no.. but my dick is going to fall off if I don’t cum soon.” Tony bit out.

Snickering, Gibbs aligned himself against Tony’s opening and pushed in slightly.

“Yesssss.” Tony hissed, shivering, head bowed, hands gripping the bedsheets.

Gibbs could feel Tony’s opening relax gradually and his hips jerking back, seeking more. Placing his other hand on the bed, Gibbs caged Tony in and anchored his knees on the mattress as his push forward in slow, small increments. Pulling out and pushing in several times, Gibbs managed to seat himself completely inside Tony.

Overwhelmed by the feel of Tony beneath him and around him, Gibbs shuddered, praying that he could make this last. Leaning down, he kissed Tony’s nape, licking and tasting the salty patch of skin that enthralled him.

Pulling back, Gibbs thrusted back into Tony, satisfied at the pleasure-pain cries coming from his lover. Opening eyes that he hadn’t realized were closed, Gibbs could see the sweaty brown hair and tanned, smooth skin before him – like a feast for his senses.

Noticing the white bandages on Tony’s right shoulder – the cause of so much anguish for his younger lover – Gibbs slowed his thrust.

“Tony,” he grunted, “can I take your bandage off?” Gibbs felt Tony tense below him.

Tony was surprised by the request. All he wanted was to lose himself in Gibbs’ thrusts, and forget everything that had to do with Tanglewood. Everything had been working out so well that he couldn’t help but tense with trepidation.

“Trust me.” Gibbs whispered in his ear. “Trust me to be on your side.”

Relaxing, Tony nodded and bowed his head forward, submitting to Gibbs’s request.

Still deeply embedded inside of Tony, Gibbs reached out and peeled back the bandage with one hand. Discovering several nasty gashes and bruises around the tattoo, Gibbs leaned back and whispered. “Thank you.”

Retuning his hands to the bed, Gibbs resumed his thrusting, letting the heat and passion build up until it was uncontrollable, all-consuming. Even as he grunted with each thrust, Gibbs kissed and licked at the tattoo, worshiping the strength it took for someone so young to choose freedom over safety, right over wrong.

Laying his forehead in the center of Tony’s back, Gibbs reached down and wrapped his fingers around Tony’s cock. Stroking firmly, Gibbs sped up this own thrusts, suddenly desperate to cum inside his lover; wishing he wasn’t wearing a condom so that he could mark Tony as his.

Before too long, Gibbs felt Tony yell his name, cumming in his hand, tightening his ass around Gibbs’ cock. Heart racing, Gibbs thrusted repeatedly into Tony, the blinding heat overwhelming him as he let go. Thrusting one last time, Gibbs’ muscles seized as he sunk into Tony as deeply as he could and came in throbbing spurts.

Unable to help it, Gibbs melted right over Tony. Vaguely, he kept thinking that he was too heavy to stay on top of Tony, but he was not ready to move yet. Panting, he waited for his breathing to slow down a bit before he lifted his upper body off Tony.

“Are you okay?” he asked, remembering Tony’s injuries.

Without moving a muscle, Tony drawled tiredly. “Oh, yeah. Never better.”

Snickering, Gibbs laughed at the languid, sleepy look on Tony’s face; every muscle in his body was loose and relaxed. As he pulled back slowly, both he and Tony hissed when his cock slipped out.

Kneeling back with a hand on Tony’s back, Gibbs disposed of the condom. Slowly, he got off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. He came back to the bed with a towel for Tony and fresh bandages.

Between kisses and light nibbles, Gibbs cleaned Tony up, then threw the towel towards the bathroom. Removing the old bandage that was hanging loosely, Gibbs replaced it with antiseptic cream and new gauze.

Lying down, Gibbs stared at the ceiling, listening to Tony breathe softly next to him. After a few minutes, Tony shifted, and laid his head on Gibbs’ chest.

Smiling, Gibbs hugged the other man to him and rubbed soothing circles on Tony’s back. Content, he closed his eyes. “Good night, Tony.”

“Good night, Jethro.”

The end