Title: The Golden Chain 2.
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Ne'ichan
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Archive:WWOMB
Genre: Slash
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Warnings: Slave fic. preslashy. Implied het. Angst.
Summary: Does Gibbs know what he wants?
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. She has set the bar very high indeed.
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me.
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Gibbs was not going to just sit back and surrender to the inevitable. He
wouldn't be the kind of man Jen Sheppard wanted if he did. She knew he was
having second thoughts about the marriage. He had been reserved since he'd
asked and she had accepted. Then she had made it worse by trying to make it
news. She could have hit herself for that foolishness. That stupid indulgence.
Announcing the engagement had not been the best decision of her life. But she
had not been able to hold back. She was nearly bursting with the news. She was
going to be marrying into the Gibbs Family. She liked and perhaps even loved
Jethro. He was pleasant company, attentive to her needs in bed. A gentleman.
She could deal with his dedication to his job. It earned him honors and
respect from other Families. A First Centurion was not an easy man to discount.
It would be a pleasure and an honor to have him escort her around town.
She had been afraid that if it were kept secret, if she didn't make it known
he might back out of the agreement. She was fearful, and her mother had said if
she wanted to make sure of the man, she should make it public, announce it,
publish the bans in the papers. His Family wouldn't let him back out once the
offer was common knowledge.
Jen had felt the ice growing between them after her ill advised semi-public
announcement. She had managed to keep the bans from being published after she
saw his face at the office. He had not come to her, he had not touched her,
taken her in his arms and accepted congratulations with her. That was when she
understood her mistake.
He had not withdrawn his offer, but she had to speak with him soon or she
thought he might. She had to convince him it was not intended to embarrass or
to trap him. She dropped her head in her hands, careful not to smear her
carefully applied make up.
She struggled to regain her composure. She was no longer young. She was too
old to be married for her fertility, to carry children. Her best hope of
marriage was this one to an older heir, one who already had children by earlier
wives and who wanted a companion rather than a mother to his children. A woman
of good family to run his household.
Jen Sheppard might be a member of a good Family, but joining with the Gibbs'
was a rare and valuable chance. A once in a lifetime chance. She couldn't
afford to blow it. her whole family was counting on her.
There was also the problem of Gibbs personal slave. Tony DiNozzo. His Family
name was still good, and with most of their debts paid off they were regaining
their former position. All from the sale of one of their sons. Gibbs must have
wanted the young man, just have wanted him badly to pay such a vast sum.
The slave slept in his master's rooms. Had done so since shortly after the
purchase, her sources, bribed at considerable cost, told her. Tony often was
seen around town with Jethro at Gibbs or Hecatate Family functions. Impeccably
groomed, handsome, polite and treated much like a member of the Family himself,
seated at Jethro's left hand. That could only happen if it was Gibbs himself
who desired Tony be treated like that. Taking the traditional place of a wife.
When she had heard that...it was like a knife to her heart. Would Gibbs give
her her place when they married, if they married...Or would she be forced to
take a lesser place? She knew she was being paranoid, but she was not able to
help herself. Tony had sat in the place of a wife for years now. None of the
Hecatate or Gibbs Family spoke out in public against it. Why should Jethro
displace him for a new wife?
The reality was Tony was her most serious rival. But she could not make any
move against him without knowing more. Without knowing if Tony slept in his
master's bed. And what Tony meant in truth to Jethro.
Jen Sheppard would have to move cautiously. Carefully. She had made one
mistake, she couldn't afford another. If she moved against Tony she would have
to be careful, she would have to be fully in the right. Anything else would be
suicide.
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Gibbs watched Jen as she spoke to the collection of men and women who held
administrative positions under her. He saw the dark sweep of her hair, the
curve of her cheek, the line of her hip, so full and feminine it caused his
belly to go tight.
She was graceful and attractive. He liked her. But he feared he couldn't
trust her. Not after what she had done. His own mother did not like her. He
wondered at himself. Had he been so blinded by lust that he had proposed? Was
that the first and foremost reason he had? That his dick had made him do it? He
shook his head angrily, clenching his jaw.
He'd caught her looking at Tony some time ago. Her expression puzzled at
first then measuring, maybe even interested. He'd taken Tony in the next day to
have him chained. At first he'd told himself it was to keep Tony from being
able to have sex with his future wife. But the anger he felt hadn't eased, it
had grown every time he saw Jen looking, Jen or any other woman looking at
Tony.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs wasn't a stupid man. He knew that it was Tony who was the
cause. He'd chained Tony because the idea of the young man being in bed with a
woman, any woman, made him see red. There was no such thing as unplanned
children in the slaves quarters. No slave fathered a child unless it was
planned. Slaves were encouraged to have relations with members of the same sex
as one method of birth control. Or they were gelded, or chained. Gibbs couldn't
bear the idea of gelding his slave. So he'd chained him. Tony would not be in a
woman's bed, nor a man's.
Tony was handsome, young and strong, well built. Gibbs knew it, was proud of
his slave. It took a while but he did eventually realize he was also possessive
of the young man who ran his household, worked with him and also slept across
the end of his bed every night. Gibbs was not ready to give him up.
It wasn't really necessary to keep Tony so near, in fact it was very old
fashioned to keep Tony with him in his rooms, but Gibbs liked it that way. And
he wasn't going to stop that practice if he married. His wife would have her
own suite of rooms, and Gibbs would visit her there. She was not going to be
sharing his own comfortable bachelor rooms. Those rooms were for himself, and
Tony.
Gibbs stood up. He had to talk to Jen soon. He had to decide if he was going
through with the marriage in light of the way she had tried to take control of
him, of his proposal. She would understand and agree to his terms or, scandal
or not, he would take back his offer.
His mother had not been happy with Jen's actions. She had asked him if he was
willing to live under his new wife's thumb, the disapproval strong on her
creased and lined face. The face of the matriarch of his family. Her face made
her own opinion clear.
Gibbs hadn't liked it much when it was put like that. No, he would not be
ruled by his wife. He looked up, and saw Jen, not looking at him, but staring
at Tony again, her eyes sharp, intense.
"DiNozzo!" He barked at the young man who looked up at him, startled at the
sharpness of his voice. "With me, now." No one blinked at the tone of the
order. Tony was Gibbs' slave. They would not interfere with how the First
Centurion wanted to handle his property.
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Tony drove while Gibbs fumed in the passenger seat. He replayed the scene in
him mind over and over. Jen staring at Tony. Staring at his slave. Jen..wanting
Tony.
"Home." Was the one word Gibbs had barked at Tony when they entered the
garage.
Tony had climbed into the driver's seat recognizing his owner's mood. Gibbs
wanted to think, not drive. Tony let him, steering the car smoothly through the
evening traffic.
When they pulled into the wide drive of the household, Tony parked and
followed his master into the private suite. He took less than three strides
into the rooms when he was gripped by the front of his shirt, buttons flying as
he was pulled across the intervening floor and thrown down on the mattress.
Gibbs held him down and tore open his pants, ripped them down to his knees.
Tony grunted in surprise, fighting the urge to put up his own hands and protect
himself. This was his master, he had no legal right to protect himself from
what ever this man wanted to do to him. Gibbs had never touched him like this
before. It was almost frightening.
He felt the tug on his chain, and he held his breath. If Gibbs wanted to he
could hurt him, pulling the rings out, tearing his flesh, mutilating him. Tony
didn't dare move. He almost couldn't draw air into his lungs as he lay legs
forced apart as far as the constriction of his pants around his knees allowed.
Gibbs leg thrown over his holding him down, face contorted with some strong
emotion as he leaned over.
But Gibbs seemed content when he felt the chain, the rings. His face eased,
the tension, the snarl disappearing. It was almost as if he was reassuring
himself they were still in place. Tony let out a barely audible groan, the feel
of warm, strong male fingers on him. Gibbs touch wasn't scary any more. It was
the kind of touch Tony had always wanted, hoped for, wished for. He didn't let
himself think beyond the here and now.
Gibbs left his hand where it was, holding Tony cupped in his palm, absently
running the chain through his fingers. He dropped his head down resting it on
Tony's broad bare shoulder, the fine silver of his hair brushing Tony's cheek.
Tony turned his head, until his nose was in the short hair, until he was
breathing in the heady scent of his master. They lay there, not speaking,
hearts thudding, both wondering what was happening. Neither able to ask the
question of the other.
Tony was the first to make a sound, a quiet gust of sound, a moan he fought
to hold back, but failed to control. He lay utterly still after the sound
waiting for his master's reaction. Hoping this wonderful contact would
continue, hoping Gibbs wouldn't pull away. Wouldn't punish him.
Instead Gibbs pushed his arm under the bigger body, held him tight. And Tony
closed his eyes. He was more than willing to lay here, compliant, Gibbs hugging
him and holding his delicate flesh, his balls in his hand. Thumb stroking him
in an insanely pleasurable way he didn't dare respond to. Only accept.
If Gibbs wanted more he would take it. Tony would give it all. Willingly.
If only Gibbs wanted it.
ne'ichan
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