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Chapter 1: one
Main Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Warnings: Slave fic. Slash. Het. Angst.
Summary: A fic I wrote when I couldn't get to my WIPs and was going through creative meltdown.
A/N: Not a part of Nancy's incredible Romanology body of work! If you like well crafted, wonderfully written, believable slave fic, you must read her work, I'm a great fan of her writing. She has set the bar very high indeed. She is also known as TenthMuse, check her stuff out.
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me.
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Leroy Jethro Gibbs was a man in trouble. Though most of the Citizen Residents would roll their eyes at what he was calling trouble. And members of the First Families would dismiss it with a wave of a hand. Nothing that couldn't be borne.
He was engaged to be married, for the fourth time, and his mind was not on the things it should be on. He was not thinking about the case his team was supposed to solve, a young female Marine, a Citizen-Resident from a good family, stabbed to death on a woodland obstacle course. With more than a thousand spectators and participants. Yet, no witnesses, at least none that were willing to come forward, had seen her or her killer.
The whole team, her competitive team, closed down and locked lips tighter than a submarine's hatch. Not even fear of the Empire had coerced any statement beyond "I don't know, Centurion. I didn't see, Centurion. I am sorry, Centurion."
Now this. His attention, despite his iron will, was fixed on the grim face of the usually exuberant, energetic Anthony DiNozzo. Three hours ago that face had fallen slack with shock as Jen, never one to postpone things, called everyone to the foot of the red carpeted stairs and made her announcement.
Gibbs had nearly groaned aloud. They had not talked about going public. He was not ready for that.
He remembered, in a flash, the look of utter shock that had passed through the other man's eyes before he dropped his gaze to fix on the ground when the engagement was announced. Not by Gibbs, who had wished, five seconds after the director made her little speech, her beaming mother already at her side, her face shining with happiness, that he could retract it.
What was he thinking, getting engaged? What on Earth had possessed him to ask her to get married? OK, well that wasn't a fair question. It was partially a business decision, a Family one, too. Jen's Family was a good one, an offshoot of the powerful DeGranados; so was Gibbs', a good family as well, more closely aligned to a branch of the Hecatates. It made good sense to form an alliance between the two unconnected Families, each Family becoming stronger, benefiting financially and socially.
The sex was good. It always had been with him and the women he'd married in the past. Two of them had died young, one had asked for a divorce after discovering he was already married to his work. Her family affiliations were just good enough to get the grant of divorce, not good enough for her to recover from the personal stigma of being divorced from him. She hated him now, with all the passion that hadn't filled their marriage.
While it was good sex, it hadn't been bliss. He had never managed to find a marriage partner who became a best friend. But he was getting older. Men in their forties, shortly going on fifties, shouldn't expect fireworks all the time. Good sex was nothing to turn his nose up at. And maybe Jen would turn out to be the one woman he could be friends with.
Gibbs snorted quietly, flipping through the report Agent McGee had produced. He noted the Citizen Agent's panicked look at the snort, it sent the man back to his computer typing away madly to see what had been in the report to get that reaction from his boss. Gibbs managed not to smile. His mood had nothing to do with the state of the impeccably typed and researched report. But it never hurt to let McGee worry a little.
Still, seeing the look on Tony's face...it was devastating to see the look of utter bewilderment flood over those handsome features. Surely Tony knew that Gibbs would be retaining him. Gibbs found his life had never gone as smoothly before he'd put down a portion of his life's savings and purchased the eldest son of the impoverished and desperate local DiNozzo family. That too had been a business decision. He and Tony had signed a slave contract, and the Gibbs Family, Jethro was its heir apparent, paid off a sizable part of the DiNozzos' debts.
Tony had proven he was a worthy student, graduating at the top of his class, and following Gibbs when he chose to leave military service, into NCIS. Gibbs retired from active duty at forty two with the permanent rank of First Centurion. Gibbs' rank along with his Family name opened more than enough doors to make his job possible. Not many of the people he questioned could afford to turn him and his questions away.
Tony was an excellent field agent, had been for three years, he also helped to run Gibbs' household with equal, cheerful efficiency. Gibbs had no complaints. Tony was a fixture in his life, even when the slave had been first admitted into Gibbs household, they'd talked, been close right away.
Not that he could blame the younger man for having his own doubts. Tony had seen the last of Gibbs' marriages fail spectacularly, if illness had not taken his first and second wives he'd have been a thrice divorced man. Tony knew it. He worked hard to be necessary to Gibbs. So he wouldn't be turned away, or sold to recoup the enormous cost of his contract.
Tony feared being sold. Jethro had found that out almost at once. But it wasn't legal to put a no-sale clause into a slave contract. That law had been passed a quarter century ago, when several Families joined forces and fought in the courts claiming it unfairly restricted economic exchange not to be able to trade in slaves like any other commodity.
The Court, dazzled by high priced orators and the best lawyers money could procure, agreed with them. So Gibbs retained the right to sell Tony at any time. And that caused the younger man endless hours of worry.
Gibbs had spent more than a few hours talking late into the night with his slave. Tony knew how Gibbs felt about marriage. They were friends as much as two people in their relative positions could be. And he hadn't said anything to Tony about Jen. Nothing at all about the director and the time Gibbs was spending with her. A significant part of that time was in her bed. Tony probably felt his life was about to be upended. It already had been seeing as Jen had made her announcement.
Gibbs rubbed a weary hand over his brow. What a mess. He didn't know how he was going to get himself out of it. But he did know he had to. Letting this marriage go through, that would be the fourth biggest mistake of his life.
And it didn't help him deal with a far more pressing problem. The problem of how he was going to deal with his awakening feelings for another man. His slave. The reason he'd started dating Jen in the first place. To get his mind off his unwelcome attraction, his first serious desire for a man at all. His comment about marriage, fueled with alcohol, which turned into a proposal…well. It was a problem.
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The day passed in a haze. Tony tried to focus, but his mind kept returning to the ecstatic smile Jen Sheppard wore as she told the entire work force of NCIS about her engagement to Gibbs. Quite a coup for her and her Family. The congratulations that followed had left him cold. He withdrew from the crowd around her, making his way back to his desk, hoping to bury himself in his work. Hoping to forget. To stop wondering what it meant for him.
He moved through the day like an automaton, failing miserably to keep his mind off the impending marriage. And the fact Gibbs hadn't spoken to him about his plans. That hurt. As a slave Tony knew he couldn't demand Gibbs confide in him. It still hurt. He'd thought they were friends as well as master and slave. Apart from Gibbs himself, he was almost always the first to know what was on his master's mind.
Tony made no bones about it when he thought about Gibbs privately. He'd just as soon Gibbs never marry again. They had a comfortable life, a country estate, an apartment in the city. Gibbs had female friends for his casual sexual needs. Everything else Tony took care of. And if he was truthful, he'd be more than willing to take care of all of Gibbs' needs, sexual or otherwise. If Gibbs only showed any inclination towards a male lover. Just recently Tony thought he had been given a little hope in that direction. Now that hope was ashes in his mouth.
Gibbs was going to get married.
Tony got up and managed to get into the restroom without stumbling. He ignored the urinals and went into one of the cubicles, unzipping and sitting down after shutting the door.
Blindly he looked down at himself, at the fine, gold ring piercing the head of his cock, the delicate but strong chain running from that, backwards, down where he couldn't see it in the position he was sitting, threaded through the rings that were set in the skin of his scrotum, all the way back to the deeper ring, the guiche piercing behind his balls in his perineum. The ring that the other end of the chain was fastened to.
Tony had thought Gibbs was going to take him into his bed when, last month, he'd escorted his slave to the jewelers. Gibbs had him pierced, chained. With beautiful golden rings and an equally exquisite, glittering chain.
It meant Gibbs didn't want him having sex with anyone else. The chain prevented it. Tony couldn't penetrate anyone, not with his cock tied down like it was. But. Gibbs hadn't taken him to his bed. Hadn't said anything about it, once he'd examined it, touched him, his calloused palm cradling Tony's genitals, but no more than that. Tony knew that kind of adornment wasn't uncommon. But he'd wanted it to mean something. Something it obviously did not mean.
Now he was pretty sure he knew what it did mean. Gibbs was going to keep him. But he was also going to have a new and attractive wife in the household. He didn't want DiNozzo to be capable of sex with her around. Piercing was better than gelding.
Tony hung his head. He would never touch Director Sheppard. Not even if she pursued him. For one, all of Tony's interest had been directed at a single person for the last three years. One person who he spent every day with. Who's room he slept in. Who he came to work with, striving to earn the man's praise and approval, even if it manifested in only a nod. The center of his universe. Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
Tony finished and zipped up. Despite all his feelings it was clear enough Gibbs didn't feel the same. The piercing and chaining didn't mean to Gibbs what it meant to Tony.
Washing his hands, Tony knew that no matter how Gibbs felt, it didn't change anything for him. Tony loved the silver haired man. His Master. His Owner. If it was what Gibbs wanted, Tony wouldn't have sex.
Gibbs hadn't said anything like that. But why else would he have done this? Tony dried his hands. It wasn't his place to question it. Gibbs wanted it done. Tony accepted it.
He only wished that Gibbs had wanted him in his bed. He exited the restroom.
It was going to be a long day.