Renatus, Memor for slash4femme (Gibbs/Fornell, R)

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Title: Renatus, Memor
Author: v_angelique
Written for: slash4femme
Prompt: Gibbs/McGee, Gibbs/Ducky, Gibbs/Fornell or Gibbs centric gen. Gibbs struggles through his fear of intimacy, and abandonment to build a healthy relationship with his need to submit to his partner. Any rating. Realism when describing D/s relationships. No het or Gibbs/Tony.
Archive: Sure.
Genre: Slash
Pairings: Gibbs/Fornell
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. False.
Word Count: 1,777
Summary: Gibbs asks Fornell to meet a need. Though the relationship isn't fully developed in this piece, I'm assuming that this time is the first of many.



"So then she had the nerve to call her lawyer over..."

"Oh God, stop," Gibbs sputters, his laughter turning his face almost as red as the marinara sauce. "Stop, stop, I've had enough."

"Trust me, it was worse if you were there," Tobias grins, taking a sip of his wine. "I'd like to smack some sense into her, but she'd think it was a come on."

"Yeah, right," Gibbs snorts. "That ship's sailed, Tobias. Go find another." The garlic bread's still warm and he tears off a hunk with his hands, settling back on the sofa.

"If only." Tobias shakes his head. "I wouldn't even know how to go about finding someone these days. It's been a while."

His tone's serious enough that Gibbs doesn't crack a joke, just makes a quiet offer. "You know, I could call some people. I still know a few guys."

"Old Guard." Tobias raises his eyebrows. "Your guys don't believe that a top's responsible if he hasn't earned his leathers, no matter how many years..."

"I could talk to 'em. You're trustworthy."

"Well, yeah." It's not a question between them, for all their griping, never really was. Tobias twirls some more pasta onto his fork, fixes Gibbs with an unreadable look. "Did you hate it? Subbing?"

Gibbs shifts in his chair, taking his time formulating an answer to that. So many assumptions in their world--both worlds, really, scene and agencies, same game with a different set of rules. But he does trust Tobias, and he's not a jackass where it counts. "No," he says simply. "I didn't hate it."

Tobias nods. "You haven't... since?"

"Once or twice," Gibbs concedes.

"Not with..."

"Nobody with a ring around a finger," Gibbs snorts. "Well." He remembers a man, takes another sip of wine. "Not my ring."

"Huh." Tobias is quiet for a moment. "And you like it?"

"I need it," Gibbs says simply. No bullshit. Tobias would take it to the grave, he knows that much. He swirls the wine in his glass, watching the red liquid coat the sides. "But it's like work--you have to know that your partner has your back."

Tobias nods. "Hell if I'd go there. Maybe you're a stronger man than I am," he laughs.

"Nah," Gibbs' expression shifts into a grin. "Different people. Different needs."

"How long has it been?"

Gibbs shakes his head, slides his empty plate to the end of the coffee table. "Five, six years."

"Only with women?"

Tobias's expression is serious enough to give Gibbs pause. It doesn't take more than half a second to understand what he's implying. Again, his friend's not an ass, so he's not asking just to use it against him. There's only one reason he could be asking. "No," Gibbs replies evenly. "Not only with women." But I'm not interested, he could add, if he wanted to. He doesn't want to. All the women he's been serious about, he's never trusted one with the depth of his submission. He went down hard in training, hard enough to make him wonder things about himself. There was a sort of cult of secrecy around those scenes, those rooms, and to go back would be exposing a significant part of himself. But he's never felt about a wife the way he's felt about a friend, either. He's never trusted a woman with his submission, period, and if that says something about him, he can live with it. In some ways, he's just an old dog.

"If you want it, the offer's on the table," Tobias finally says, his voice unwavering.

Gibbs nods and goes with his gut on this one. "All right. Now?"

"Next weekend. If no one's on a case."

Gibbs smirks. "So three weeks, then?"

Tobias smiles. "Yeah. Something like that."

-----

In fact, it's four. But when the time comes, cell phones are turned off, teams are told to fuck off and enjoy themselves until Monday, and Gibbs is naked in Tobias's basement. It's smaller than Gibbs' basement, but then again, there's not a full-sized boat in the center.

"My rules, Jethro," Tobias reminds him, tone deceptively gentle as he steps in, touches fingertips to Gibbs' cheek. He's never subbed to someone who wasn't wearing leathers. Tobias is in worn jeans and a soft slate blue button down shirt, sleeves rolled up. That doesn't make him any less naked, though, and the difference between them is enough to remind Gibbs of where his head's supposed to be tonight. Tobias's rules aren't anything like he's used to, but they've talked about it over dinner, and it's a dealbreaker. He nods and manages to keep from flinching as Tobias leans in, fits their mouths together with a kiss.

It should be very strange, kissing his friend, but it's helped immeasurably by Tobias's thumb firm on his jaw, fingers curling to the back of his neck, heel of his hand pressing against the vulnerable hollow of Gibbs' throat. It's not a kiss between equals, it's a mechanism of control. It's as effective as pain, as humiliation, possibly more so. A reminder that he's asked to submit, that he's confronting his fears about what letting himself go this far with someone he cares about could mean.

"Easy, Jethro," Tobias murmurs with a smile as he pulls away, leaving his hand there. His fingernails trail down Gibbs' spine, dull but still a sensation that makes him shiver. The pressure on his throat increases incrementally, and he swallows, breathing through his nose. "Think an old man can still kneel?" Tobias grins.

"What do you think?" Gibbs smirks. He gets a smack, open-handed and quick across the face, for his troubles.

"Cute. There," Tobias points, and Gibbs walks to the wide, thick blue cushion, his cheek smarting. A slap to the face would be humiliating. He swallows again, feeling the ghost of pressure in that vulnerable place, and sinks to his knees, body tense and erect. "Relax your shoulders. You might be there a while."

There's pride in his posture, but Gibbs isn't stupid. He knows bravado is one of the easiest things to exploit, so he does as he's told, rolling his shoulders and keeping his hands clasped comfortably at his back, straight but not quite so ramrod. Tobias circles him slowly, fingers brushing over Gibbs's throat, maybe a warning or maybe a reminder or maybe just a promise.

"You came here because you wanted me to hurt you?" Tobias clarifies.

"Yeah."

"But that's not all it is or you could've asked elsewhere. Someone you were married to," Tobias points out, though he and Gibbs both know that marriage doesn't necessarily mean your most intimate relationship.

"It's mental," Gibbs explains simply. "It's... a very specific release." He looks up and Tobias nods.

"I know. Pain makes you fly, doesn't it?" His hand slips over Gibbs' hair in a too-intimate caress. Any other man and he wouldn't even think to let himself relax and enjoy it, but here they are. "You get all the bullshit out of your head. I've seen that before."

Gibbs nods. "Yeah. Something like that."

"Okay. You need to be tired first," Tobias declares, and he crouches down with something metal in each hand. Gibbs has felt these before--they're good tricks to sort out tops who are serious enough to try anything for the privilege of their leathers from those who are just playing at it. But they're more than tricks. Tobias is right; the clamps on nipples and balls do break a man down, wear him out. Minutes tick by too slowly, and though he's not giving up any state secrets, Gibbs is starting to drop into that place where he seldom goes.

"Up, then off," Tobias says before he hauls Gibbs up by the arm, wincing at the painful way the weighted clamps make his balls swing, and over to the wall. Off is a hell of a lot worse than on, and Gibbs does vocalize a shout, one for each piece of metal coming away from his abused skin. Tobias restrains him securely with wide, sturdy cuffs, and that alone gets a quiet thank you, acknowledged with a light brush of lips over the nape of his neck.

The tool is a heavy flogger, and only the first couple of strokes are awkward, before Tobias gets into a good rhythm. Then it's just familiar, pain to let that place in his chest break open and enough familiarity with the person in control that he's not holding onto it, trying to keep things locked tight. He relaxes as Tobias hits harder, still slow and methodical, his back burning, and as the minutes tick by his thought process gets less and less important. There's a short reprieve, then a thin, whippy cane on his ass, startling a shout from his throat. That pain is real and harder to take, but it pushes him over the edge into simply responding to what's happening right now, not thinking back or ahead.

Tobias is good enough, experienced enough to keep going and keep pushing him into this place where he needs to go, parallel dark pink lines smacked into his skin until he almost can't take anymore and then something sharper on his back, a cat maybe. There are tears in his eyes and he's screaming when Tobias finally stops hitting him and crowds him out at the wall, body pressed tight to Gibbs' back and hand across his throat. The other drops to his cock and jerks him off quickly, permission murmured as he cuts off Gibbs' air supply. The orgasm is an afterthought, they both know, something they push through before Tobias is untying the restraints, supporting him in an arduous trip up the stairs. His whole body aches and burns but it makes the gentleness easier to take as Tobias climbs into bed next to him. This isn't something his trainers ever did, but the closeness keeps him high, keeps his mind quiet. The weight of a hand on his throat soothes him into sleep, and even that is strangely comfortable.

Comments

[slash4femme.livejournal.com]

First off thank you so much for writing this for me I know my prompts were not the easiest. Secondly I loved this.

I loved how you could just lay out Gibbs and Fornell's relationship and get me to understand were both characters were coming from in very few words. I loved how in character both Gibbs and Fornell were. I adore how you managed to make the trust between them feel so old and long held even if the affection felt new and tentative.

I am still completely floored by how quickly you built a narrative round Gibbs' need to submit and made me believe and feel it.

I also completely adored Fornell's caring and affection during the scene and the way he dressed causally, because it all felt so right

Again thank you so much, this is a really lovely fic.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Your prompts were fun--I was tempted to take the easy way out with the Abby/Ziva, because porny femmeslash is sort of my default, but I've been wanting to try Gibbs/Fornell forever. Submissive Gibbs isn't something I would've attempted on my own, so I thank you for the prompt and the push over into trying something new :-) I'm also really glad that it worked despite the short length; sadly I kind of procrastinated and didn't have time to build it out more! Best, Vikki

[taylorgibbs.livejournal.com]

This is fantastic! I love the way you showed why Gibbs needs this!

[lukon-idein.livejournal.com]

Love this!! The trust issues I think would be very important to any sub!Gibbs, and the way you build it between him and Fornell is very convincing. And the scene is nice and hot too! Thanks for a delicious outing with this rare pairing!!