Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Genre: Slash; Humor
Spoilers: Post - 07x13 Jetlag
Word Count: 889
Crossposted: ncisfanfic; ncis_fic; gibbs_dinozzo; ncis_slash
Summary: Tony gives Gibbs a little lesson in Twilight 101, but just who is teaching whom?
Gibbs shifted on the couch in an attempt to get comfortable. Ever since the car slammed into him, comfortable was the furthest thing from his mind. Thinking he had finally found a 'safe' position, Gibbs settled in only to give a manly grunt when he felt the hard ridge of something dig into his thigh.
Yanking the obtrusive item from between his body and the cushion, he gave snort when he saw the cover. Then, without looking at his target, he chucked the book across the room and smirked when he heard a double thud followed by a series of curses.
"That was hardcover in case you didn't notice, Gibbs," Tony's disgruntled voice sounded as the man moved to join Gibbs on the couch. "What'd I do this time?"
"You didn't do a damn thing. The book was the one annoying me. Don't even know why you read that crap."
Tony flopped onto the couch and then sprawled his large frame across the cushions until his head was resting on Gibbs' lap and he was staring up at the older man. Gibbs' hand from his uninjured arm drifted down and began petting through Tony's hair with practiced ease.
"I read that crap so the next time we have a distraught teenage girl saying she wants Edward to come and take her away because being a vampire is better than being molested by her father, I'll understand what the hell she's talking about. Plus, I like seeing what the authors get wrong."
"Thought it was a vampire book. You know something I don't?" Gibbs' hand stopped and gripped Tony's hair, tipping his head back a bit to bare his throat.
"Team Jacob," Tony said quickly. "There're werewolves too. Hot, young Native American boys that get all hot and aggressive and, as a rule, strongly dislike vampires. Maybe that's why I had vampire nightmares when I was a kid," Tony added with a thoughtful look.
"That girl said she was on Team Edward. What's the difference?" Gibbs asked as he resumed his petting.
"Team Edward is the sparkly vampires while Team Jacob is the hot werewolves. Told Ziva I was on Team Edward," Tony finished with a teasing smirk toward Gibbs.
"Really?" Gibbs questioned as he tightened his fingers again. "You'd pick a sparkling vampire over a hot werewolf?"
"Depends. Maybe I need a sampling just to be sure."
As he spoke, Tony's hand drifted down his own body and came to rest over his jean-covered cock. He put pressure on it and let out a groan as it started to fill out.
"Know any hot werewolves that might be able to sway me onto Team Jacob?"
Gibbs gave a low growl in his throat and leaned down to bite the juncture of Tony's neck and throat. When the teeth sank into his flesh, Tony bucked his hips off the couch, desperately wishing for some kind of friction against his trapped cock.
Then, with unnatural speed, Tony found himself flipped and draped over the back of the couch. Gibbs' good hand was working the button and zipper of his jeans and Tony could only moan and let his head drop to the back of the couch.
"Hard and fast," Tony whispered. "Hated being out of the country without you and don't stick me with Ziva again, Boss," he ground out as he felt Gibbs' finger slip into his body.
"Good boy," Gibbs breathed into the back of Tony's neck as he discovered that Tony had prepped himself before he arrived at Gibbs' house. "Guess you can be trained."
Without hesitation, Gibbs sank his hard cock into Tony's waiting body and they both cried out at the sudden connection after several days apart. Gibbs only paused for a moment before he pulled back and began fucking Tony's eager hole in earnest.
Tony's body moved backwards as Gibbs' thrust forward in perfect sync with each other. The sounds of their heavy breathing and moans were mixed with the slap of Gibbs' skin against Tony's. Tony kept inching his legs further apart to give Gibbs more access, while Gibbs wrapped his good arm around Tony's torso.
Tony cried out and tipped his head back when Gibbs' hand pinched one of his nipples tightly, twisting it slightly.
"God!" and "Gibbs!" were the only coherent words spilling from the garbled litany spewing forth from Tony's mouth.
"Mine," Gibbs all but growled as he leaned forward and captured Tony's neck within his mouth in a fierce hold.
"Yours, Boss. Only yours!" Tony cried out in time with Gibbs' final thrust into his body.
They stayed that way on the couch for several minutes, neither ready to break the intimate connection. Then, gradually, Gibbs released Tony's throat and gently slid out of his body.
With a few twists, they landed back in their original positions on the couch, Tony's sated eyes looking up towards Gibbs.
"So," Gibbs drawled out. "Sparkly vampires or hot werewolves?"
"Until I find a sparkly vampire for comparison, I'll take the hot werewolves for a thousand Alex."
Gibbs trailed his fingers over the vivid bruise marking Tony as his. "Tony. If you find a sparkly vampire to fuck you, you'll find out what us aggressive, hot werewolves do to damn vampires that sparkle. Clear?"
"Crystal, Boss. New rule. No sparkling vampires on the menu."
End Note: I really disliked the episode and for more than just the Tony/Ziva heavy-handness. They left their witness alone on multiple occasions and then wondered how someone had gotten to her for God-sakes! The other thing that bothered me was Tony saying he was Team Edward when he admitted way back when that he had nightmares of vampires as a child. So this little fic was born when I began to think about what werewolf alpha Gibbs would think in regards to Tony rooting for a sparkling vampire over their own kind. Hope you enjoyed.
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