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FIC: (NCIS Gibbs/DiNozzo) Boss, I don't think we're in Kansas Anymore (TaylorGibbs & Max) (10/?)FRA
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taylorgibbs Mar. 1st, 2009 09:57 pm)
taylorgibbs Mar. 1st, 2009 09:57 pm)WARNING/SUMMARY: Dark stuff, de-humanization, some Daddy-kink. In the universe of our roleplay-writing group where this is being played out, SOME humans treat fandom characters brought to life (called clones) not very nicely, as second class citizens or worse, as animals/pets. Most do not. Gibbs and Tony, two men who think they're straight, suddenly wake up in this world, truly alive now and no longer just characters on a television show, and are forced to learn their way as clones in order to survive. They're also forced to face something the writers of the show had not allowed them to consider. Maybe they're not so straight after all.
AUTHORS: TG writes for Gibbs and Max writes for Tony and the others. Max has only just started this season in watching the show so asks for a bit of leniency in her portrayal of Tony as she learns the character.
DISCLAIMER: We don't own them. We're not trying to make any profit, etc, etc.
FEEDBACK: Very much appreciated. Flames ignored.
*NOTE* This story is being co-written in roleplay back and forth format, not written for regular fan fic format, so if it reads a little odd in places, the authors really don't mind and hope any readers they may have don't much either. Thanks!
*NOTE2* Just to give something to visualize, the character of Thomas Hilton resembles actor Jeremy Piven and the character of Travis Hilton resembles actor Miguel Ferrer.
*NOTE3* TaylorGibbs will also be writing for Simon Donovan, a Mark Harmon character from The West Wing television series. She writes for any and ALL Harmon characters in this story.
*NOTE4* Princess is written by Max. He is the Michael Weatherly guest character in an episode of the Cosby Show. She writes for any and all NON-Harmon characters in this story.
*NOTE5* The city of Havensport is a regular modern day place where clones of fandom characters just happen to abound. They're called clones because the Yahoo list owners wanted to use a word to describe how there could be more than one Maximus, Leonidas, Joker, etc running around our group. It was done to keep it open for different writers to have the freedom to write the same characters in that "world" and not join an RP group just to find out their favorite characters have already been taken. We allow up to three of the same "clone" to be played there. As for the Sentinel premise, it's considered there to be a real life semi-secret society of a small minority of humans, and that these real life human Sentinels and Guides were the driving force behind the production of a fictional television show called The Sentinel years ago as an experiment just to see how the general populace would react to the idea of it.
*NOTE6* This is not RPS. Using the words "Harmons" and "Weatherlys" is just another way of describing the outward physical MODEL that the CHARACTER is built on in this world of clones. The world also has different Crowes and Ledgers and Jackmans and Butlers too, plus many more. The world does NOT have Mark Harmon, the ACTOR, in it. The world only has clones of his CHARACTERS .... so, naturally, they're sometimes called Harmons because on the outside they look like the real Harmon. We hope this explains any questions about the use of those words in the story. Thanks!
"Boss." Tony's face pressed into the man's left hand back in that private room, his head laying across Gibbs' hips looking up at the man. "Dunno if you can hear me ..... but the doctor said you'd be okay. You're a tough s.o.b., I knew you'd make it. I knew you wouldn't leave me." He choked back tears that started to wet the Harmon's hand. "Please don't prove me wrong. I meant what I told Donovan. I'm not living without you."
Gibbs could vaguely hear Tony's voice and his finger stroked the tears away. "Don't cry...you get help?"
"Oh thank God you're awake," Tony said, immediately lifting his head to grin down at the man and place little kisses in that hand now. "Doctor says you have to stay overnight, Boss. I'm not leaving til you do."
There was a knock on the door and a face poked into the room, a second figure standing behind it. There was no doubt about it this time. That face wasn't just another Weatherly, that face was another Tony.
Gibbs coughed a couple of times, testing out his breathing. "Yeah...awake. You okay, son?" He felt like he was floating, much more mellow than he'd been in a good long time, but he was awake, and he could breathe much better. "Hell of a right...hook..." He trailed off as he saw a Tony, not HIS Tony but another Tony, at the doorway.
"Got company, Son..."
"Tony, ya gonna stand there in the doorway all day or go in?" The other Gibbs said from behind HIS Tony. He tipped his styrofoam cup of coffee up to his lips and took a large swallow of the bitter black brew, giving Tony2 a not so gentle nudge with his hand right between the other man's shoulder blades.
Gibbs heard his own voice, craned up. "What the hell?" It was surreal seeing him, moreso than the doc, or Simon.
"Sorry Boss," the other Tony said and quickly moved into the room to make room for the other Gibbs behind him.
"Oh ... Oh .. Oh," was all Tony by the bed could say at seeing the two standing there, standing closely together there.
Gibbs2 moved up behind his Tony, invading his space, getting so close that the other man could feel his breath on the back of his neck. He leveled a gaze at the other two in the room, taking another sip of coffee. Gibbs2 watched the other Gibbs on the bed, a small smirk crossing his features as he stared at the other man. "You look like hell."
Gibbs fumbled for the controls, lifting the bed head, his shirt had gone somewhere but he was still in his pajama pants. He stared at the two, hand encircling his Tony's wrist and pulling him closer. "Ya coming in or ya standing there all day?" Talking was exhausting but he was got going to be at a disadvantage. "You sharing that coffee?"
Gibbs2 arched an eyebrow and smirked again. He reached around Tony2 and moved towards the other man, holding out a second cup of coffee. "You're just damned lucky I know what you like." He held the cup out to the other Harmon.
When Gibbs2 went back behind his Tony, there was no doubt just how much this Tony really was his. The Weatherly pressed back into the man, smiling as he pulled the Harmon's arm down around his chest so they were embracing in an easy lover's hold.
By the bed, Tony's eyes almost popped out.
Gibbs gave a one-armed shrug. "My boy packs a punch." He tugged again, harder this time, and pulled his Tony onto the bed in a gesture that screamed possession. He didn't know how to establish the pecking order with...himself. He accepted the coffee, sipping it, "yeah, ya done good..."
He watched as the two of them curled up close, arching an eyebrow. "Lucky man," he said, looking his other self in the eye.
Gibbs2 rested his chin on his Tony’s shoulder and blew on his ear, letting his lips graze over the sensitive surface while he looked at his other self. He nodded with a smirk as he watched him sip the coffee, murmuring softly, "Well I kind of know how you like it I think."
"If anyone does..." Gibbs answered slightly sarcastically. He was darkly jealous of his other self and the way Tony2 was melting against him. "Look at them, he wanted to scream silently to his Tony. Instead he watched the other one, the slight differences in body language. "How long have you two...?" he started and then trailed off.
Tony gave no resistance to being pulled down onto the bed next to Gibbs, but his body sure didn't scream comfie and cozy like the other Tony did with the other Gibbs. He was pale and still very wide-eyed at seeing that display in front of them. A million questions raced through his mind, but for once his mouth was at a loss for words. If he'd thought seeing his younger body without balls had been shocking, this took the cake.
"Been around popn'fresh from the oven?" Tony2 said after hearing a soft permission to speak from Gibbs2 in his ear. "Just over a year now. We heard through the grapevine you two were here and couldn't resist coming by. Seen other Harmons and Weatherlys in town, but you're our first real Twins." Tony affected a comical face of disappointment in joking. "Damn Boss, bet our stock dropped, we're not a super-duper rare collectors item anymore."
The reply was even more shocking to Tony because his Twin was obviously trying not to moan through it from that continual ear-playing by the other man. They were extra-sensitive in the same place!
Gibbs barely resisted the urge to tell them to cut it out. Instead, when he spoke, he couldn't stop the words as they flowed. "How'd you train yours? Mine, nothing works. How come yours is..." he gestured to Tony2. "And mine is..." He gestured to the Tony beside him on the bed.
"Nothing works," he repeated, a sad tone in his voice.
"I say jump, he heads for the hills," Gibbs muttered but nodded anyway, iron grip still on Tony's wrist. "Mine did this to me," he gestured with his free hand to the bruises all over his face. "Don't know why..." He sighed and waited to see.
Tony tugged but knew he wasn't getting free without a fight. "Boss," he said quietly. "Wasn't because ...... " His eyes flickered to the other couple. "You said .... I thought ...... " His face fell and he didn't tug any further. "I'm sorry."
Tony2 turned around in those arms and kissed his Gibbs, waiting for further instruction. He was hoping for a chance to speak with his counterpart, but he knew better than to ask for it yet. The Harmons had to work things out first. The other Harmon was having a bad time of it and his Harmon naturally wanted to help.
"Don't apologize," Gibbs growled. "Know why it was. Doesn't make it hurt less."
Watching Tony2 kiss the other version of him took his breath away. "Lucky bastard," he muttered before he tore his gaze away. You could have that, he said silently to Tony. WE could have that.
Gibbs2 saw the longing in his counterpart's eyes and knew how the other man felt. A look of determination crossed over his features. He’d help solve his Twin’s DiNozzo problem.
He kissed his Tony on the nose and moved away from him to lock the door to the room, turning around and staying right where he was. His blue eyes flashed fire for a moment as he looked him over, licking his lips slowly. "DiNozzo," he barked in a tone that Tony2 knew all too well. "Strip....NOW."
Gibbs read determination in the eyes of the other him and gave a small almost imperceptible nod, conveying that he was fine with wherever this led. He released Tony's wrist and moved the head of his bed slightly, eyes on the other's Tony.
Not a single hesitation was given to obey that order. In fact, this Tony was hot for it. What were the chances he'd been a good boy long enough that he deserved a reward? And what better reward than to be allowed to pleasure TWO Gibbs' this fine day?
"Yes Dad," he said clearly with heat in his voice as clothes fell away, his nice fashionable clothing he was still allowed to wear landing haphazardly on the hospital room floor.
Tony on the bed wasn't sure what made him squeak. The use of the word Dad but still a very sexual relationship between the two, or the way his counterpart jumped to strip with clear hunger showing in those green eyes. Then there was the body. HIS body! Dear God he was pierced! Not nearly as much as the younger Weatherly's, but those nipples had hoops too and a long thin chain hanging between them. Oh thank God he still had his nuts, and his hair!
But when that Tony turned in a circle, proudly showing off, the sitting Tony squeaked again. Right on his ass was a Marine tattoo with the words "Property of Gibbs" circled around it.
There wasn't a single thing in that Tony's actions that showed he was under duress. He may have needed the forceful push over a year ago to open his eyes to this lifestyle, but he sure didn't now. He was obviously a very happy sub and very in love with his Dom.
Gibbs let out a low groan when he heard the other man call the other Gibbs "dad" and his hand itched to touch that tattoo, that ass, those pierced nipples, to tug on the chain, to spread Tony2 and...
"Nice," he rasped. "Tattoo's a bit overdone, but nice."
"Overdone?" Tony groaned, "it's .... it's ..... " Hideous? Beautiful? His lips just wouldn't say the word his heart screamed under the surface. "And he's fat, look at those chunk rolls," he had to add, though there wasn't an ounce of fat on the other man any more than there was on the new Tony. "I'm in better shape than him, right? ...... Boss? Boss?" It kept him on the bed even though Gibbs had released that hold on his wrist. Tony didn't at all like the attention Gibbs was giving his naked, and very aroused, counterpart. This was far worse than Princess!
"You think I'm fat?" The nude one laughed, knowing better than Tony himself what his Twin was really thinking. "Do I look fat to you, sir?" he asked, coyly looking up from lowered lashes at the wounded Gibbs, his posture every bit submissively seductive. "Maybe my father hasn't been working me out hard enough lately. Maybe you'd like to try?" He knew he was risking a world of pain from his "father" for that, but it wasn't just flirting, it was an honest desire to try to help the other couple in the room, knowing just what they were going through, because he and his had gone through it once too.
"He's perfect," Gibbs rasped, looking the man up and down, focusing on the hard cock between those muscled thighs. "And he likes being watched." He looked over at his counterpart. "Mind if I touch?"
The healthy Gibbs pinched Tony2's ass lightly in warning. He knew his Tony's motivations but he didn't need to assert himself too much right now. "Two minutes. You go lower than his balls and you'll be singing soprano."
Injured Gibbs arched an eyebrow, but acquiesced with a nod. Despite his chest injury and the pain meds, he was interested, even if his body couldn't respond right now. And it was time to make his Tony much more jealous.
He crooked his finger to the naked Tony, unable to resist the slight smirk that he knew was on his face.
"Ohhhhhh gawwwwd," the Tony on the bed moaned, covering his eyes. "I can't watch, I can't watch, I can't watch."
"You know you want to," his Twin said with his own smirk as he moved right over to Gibbs' other side after flashing a grateful smile at his own Gibbs. He stood with legs two feet apart, hands clasped behind his back, his erection jutting out proudly at the man in the bed. "Look at me, Tony," he purred across the Harmon at his cowering Twin. "Do I look unhappy? It's a good life, stop fighting it. I'm still a man to everyone else. I'm only a boy with him and who he gives me to. It's exactly what I need and what he needs. We fit and so will you two .... I promise."
"Gives you to?" Tony squeaked, peeking out from between his fingers, wondering now if Gibbs had plans to hand him over to Simon some day. Or to Thomas?!
Injured Gibbs looked over at his other self, eyes flicking down to his groin before smiling. This was strange...but he was getting very interested. Reaching out, his fingertip stroked over the velvety head, one hand cupping the heavy testicles. "I want you, Tony," he admitted in a brief moment of vulnerability. His other hand closed around the chain between the nipples, pulling slightly. "How does that feel?"
Gibbs2 watched, smiling briefly. The two Tonys together were pretty spectacular, even if the other was far too shy.
"Feels delicious, sir. You can do it harder. I'm used to it .... and I like it," he purred.
"No you don't!" Tony from the bed shouted. "I ... we ... I don't like pain!" he lied. "You're fucking sick!" He stormed over to the window, shaking with outrage to stare out it, fists clenched together and feeling more lost than ever now. He was a sexual masochist? Since when did asking girls to pinch his nipples during sex make a man a masochist like THIS?! Tony just couldn't see the connection.
Gibbs couldn't deny the shaft of pure pleasure that washed through him at being called "sir" by Tony2. He watched as his Tony had a tantrum, nodding to the other Gibbs and giving him tacit permission to approach his Tony.
"Like it?" Injured Gibbs said with a chuckle. He fisted the chain and pulled a little harder, his other hand wrapping around the hard shaft. "What else do you like. Tell me."
The healthy Gibbs strolled over to Tony absolutely silently, reaching around to cup the other man's balls through his pants. "You need to give in to him. You both need it. You gonna let his first taste of cock be his and not yours? You want him to compare you both?" He was treading carefully here.
No! Don't taste him! Don't!
"First taste .... Fucker already let PeeWee taste him first," Tony growled, unable to stop the bitter spilling of those harsh words as he melted back into the other man, moaning with pleasure despite himself just as he did when "his" Gibbs touched him. "Maybe I should let you be my first?" Tony hissed, his hand reaching behind him to find a strong shoulder and latch onto it.
If Tony2 hadn't been so well-trained, he would have gone right over there and threw his own tantrum at seeing the other two in that position.
"I like," he grinned down at Gibbs, his chest speckling with redness as his shaft throbbed just as happily, "to make him ..... you .... feel good." He sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand low on the man's body. "I can deepthroat, sir. Dad taught me." Meaning, that the other Tony probably wouldn't be able to do that without his own teacher someday.
Gibbs2 wrapped a hand around Tony's waist, thumbing his fly down. "You couldn't handle me, Tony. I guarantee it." He pulled out Tony's soft shaft and manipulated it, toying with the other man. "Did he taste Pee Wee?" Gibbs2 started working Tony's neck, behind his ear. "Did he swallow? Did he fuck him..." He finished that with a whispered "Son", right into Tony's ear. "Because if not, you still have a chance. Stop dicking around!" He squeezed Tony's shaft hard, almost to the point of pain, his other hand coming around to twist and tweak one nipple and then the other.
"You belong to him. Wake up and give over. Or else." The meaning was clear. He'd give Tony2 to his Twin without a second thought.
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Gibbs was so damn tempted. "Just had my lung re-inflated. Not up to it." He kept stroking the other man's cock, the other' Tony's. "You haven't told me what you like," he said, injecting a tone of command into his voice.
"Mmmmm ...." He arched his hips, smiling dreamily. "I like it when you ... he .... throws me over his desk and crushes me under his body. I like it when I'm fucked so hard for so long he carries me into the Jacuzzi after it and just holds me on his lap to rest."
Being called Son by the other Gibbs did it. In spite of his arousal, his moaning and his grinding against the man, Tony managed to shove him back and turn on him, snarling viciously in denial. "I'm not your son! I'm his son! I'm his!"
Two Gibbs. TWO Gibbs calling him son. Years of craving it with all his being and now he was hearing it twice-fold?!
It was too much for that very recently wounded psyche. Tony felt his eyes flutter, and he quickly reached out to steady himself as points of darkness threatened to explode before his eyes.
“You’re not that weak, suck it up,” Gibbs2 growled. “You’re gonna lose everything, you stupid little shit.” He jammed a leg between Tony’s, pressing hard against his balls. “He’s willing to give your dad everything and you can’t see it.”
He glanced over at the hospital bed. “Permission to do whatever you want, Son. Make him really happy.”
Injured Gibbs looked up at the more outspoken Tony. “Do you like it hard?” Despite his injury, he was starting to swell and he brought Tony2’s hand to his crotch, twisting his hand around the swollen shaft of DiNozzo.
"Hard as you like it," the one on the bed said, doing his best to pleasure the injured man while keeping an eye on the other two. "I live for your cock pounding me."
If his "real" dad didn't seem to mind the other Gibbs calling him son, Tony didn't know what to do. He saw fury flash in his counterpart's face, though. That Tony minded it just as much as he did but was too well-trained to speak out, at least not yet.
"Yeah," Tony mumbled. "I'm stupid ... Dad." He flashed a look of apology to his counterpart, and it was the only reason that counterpart didn't attack him. "Real stupid." Letting his body go, he fell into the man with a groan of far more emotional than physical pain from that ball pressing.
“You’re being stupid now,” the Gibbs2 told him. “You’re gonna let him have your dad first, Tony? You want that? You want his memory of the first time with you to be with my boy, pierced nipples, tattoo and all? Do you want his first taste of cum to be someone else who looks like you, has a cock like you, but who isn’t you?”
Gibb2s knew he didn’t. He remembered the hesitation in his own Tony. He licked Tony’s earlobe and whispered hotly into Tony’s ear. “Get over there. Touch him. Don’t have to fuck. Just stop rejecting him.”
Gibbs was doggedly trying to ignore what was going on over there and focus on what was happening in his own lap. The other Tony was leaking now and Gibbs pulled him closer, breathing hot air onto the shaft. “Like having your dick sucked too?”
Gibbs2 growled possessively. “Now or never.”
"You're wrong, he doesn't care." Dad, Son. Son, Dad. Tony hadn't seen or heard any reaction from "his" Gibbs at another Gibbs calling him that or he calling another Gibbs that, and now he could only assume it meant one thing. He and his counterpart were interchangeable. Gibbs didn't care which one of them he had so long as he had one. "Have a good orgy, fellas," he said snidely, his head clear again from that righteous anger surging through him. "I'm clearing out of before people start turning into pillars of salt."
He opened the door just as someone from the other side was trying to get in.
“Get back here, DiNozzo!” Gibbs tried roaring, but he clearly wasn’t strong enough to do that yet and he started choking and hacking, abandoning Tony2’s hard cock and groaning as his ribs protested. “Get back here, Son,” he gasped in a weaker voice, emphasizing the last word.
Gibbs2 came around and moved his Tony, standing watch over his Twin. But he knew the man in that bed, he wanted his Tony and nobody else. “Get back, DiNozzo,” he roared, having the lung capacity and annoyance to do so. “Or I will drag you back here by the dick, hard or soft.”
"Fuck you!" Tony bellowed back. "You two may see us as the same, but I sure as hell don't see YOU as the same, and I know he doesn't either!" He pointed at his Twin. "I won't take orders from you! I'm HIS even if he goes balls deep into ... into me!" The pointing finger shook with rage.
The nurse on the other side of the door changed her mind and quickly closed it again.
“Not as if you’re giving anything to him. He’s injured. At your hand. Get your ass over there now!” Gibbs2 glared and crossed the room, grabbing Tony by the back of the neck. “Go to him. Don’t make me force you.”
Gibbs groaned, reaching for the other Tony’s hand but getting tangled in the chain instead. He finally let his hand drop to the bed.
“Let him go. His standing with people who don’t matter means more than me.”
"LET GO OF ME!" Tony screamed, thrashing in the arms of Gibbs2. "I'M NOT YOUR SON! I'M NOT YOUR SON!"
"I'm sorry," Tony2 sighed and settled his face around Gibbs' middle, apologizing for his Twin. He knew exactly what had happened, had heard and seen it all, that inadvertent triggering by Gibbs2 that had seemingly gone unnoticed, but he still felt sorry, like it was his fault somehow, even though he knew it wasn't.
“I’d throw you back if you were my son,” Gibbs2 growled. “Tell him how you feel, Son. Or it’ll be too late. Very soon.”
Gibbs shook his head. “Didn’t do anything, Tony, don’t apologize.” He closed his eyes, turning his head away. “Go away, all of you. Need to rest.”
"He knows how I feel," Tony snapped, "and call me son one more time and I'll kill you. Maybe he doesn't care, but I sure as hell do." He went out the door, slamming it behind him.
Tony2 immediately got off the bed and went to his own Gibbs, wrapping his arms around him. "I love you .... but when he called you Dad, I almost lost it too."
Gibbs didn’t want to see the proof of what he couldn’t have. “Get out,” he said quietly, completely defeated. “Get lost.”
Gibbs2 understood both of their reactions and nodded, holding his Tony against him, kissing his temple and soothing him. “Get dressed, Son. We’re going now.” He met the other Gibbs’ eyes. “Tony’ll leave you info on how you contact us. It’s not over.”
“Just leave…”
"I ....I really am sorry," the Weatherly murmured, looking at both of them, and then moved swiftly to obey and redress.
“Don’t apologize,” both Gibbs chorused. After a few moments, the injured one spoke again. “Thanks. It’s broken, but you tried to fix.”
“Don’t give up,” Gibbs2 replied.
"It's not just the sex thing ... it's the clone thing." He looked carefully at them, just to be sure they wanted to hear what he had to say. "You two are really new to this world, right? All his life he's felt like Boba Fett, special, important, and then suddenly he finds out there's an army of him .... and that Count Dooku seems happy with any soldier under his command, because they all look alike, so happy with the others in that army he doesn't seem to care if his own Count Twin calls the first Boba Fett something he's wanted all his life to hear from the first Count." He bit his lip and took a chance, looking them both in the eye. "I'm not presuming it's YOUR feelings, I'm only telling you it's his ... because it's exactly how I would have felt a year ago if this had happened to me. I was lucky. We didn't meet anyone who even looked like us for several months. Gave Gibbs time to .... train me first," he said with a soft smile.
Gibbs just looked at the kid. “I called him it. He pushed me away. I let him beat the shit out of me. He pushes me away. You and he are just different. Made at different times, maybe.” Gibbs swallowed hard. “Jenny died, he blames himself. He was an Agent Afloat for four months. Probably blames me for not fixing it sooner. Had to keep some things from him. Blames me. We’re not the same as you two. Year changed a lot.”
He gave the other Tony a wistful smile. “You two are good for each other.”
Gibbs2 wisely stayed quiet and then slipped out of the room, giving the two time to talk. He found Tony down the hall and rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “Do you blame him for all that happened with Jenny and your Afloat assignment?”
"No, not at all." Tony turned around and looked into the eyes of the other man. "The only thing I blamed him for I took out on him yesterday when he let me beat the shit outta him .... because I had his six, always had it, and now we're ..... we're nothing and I blamed him for our new circumstances. Stupid of me, I know, but I did." He moved closer to the man and sighed. "I shouldn't have gone off on you like that. It's not your fault."
"I provoked you," Gibbs2 explained to the baby clone. "Was hoping to drive you together instead of pushing you apart." He squeezed the back of Tony's neck. "Be honest with him. He's too bottled up. You're gonna lose each other if one of you doesn't break."
"No." Tony relaxed more under the man's hand, moving even closer to him. "We went through this, still got his six, he won't leave me and I sure as hell won't leave him."
“He’ll drive you away. Hasn’t he already? I know him because I am him.” Gibbs2 only hesitated a moment before hugging the other Tony close, rubbing his back, giving him some information he needed. “He’s discovered he’s bisexual and he’s in love with you. Meanwhile, he’s got to be the in-control leader, only showing his weakness to himself in the dark of night. And if you see it, it makes him less of a man in his eyes.”
"L.... Love?" Tony's legs went weak, and he would have crashed to the floor if Gibbs2 hadn't been holding him, if he hadn't suddenly been holding him just as tightly in return. "Oh God no, you're wrong, you've gotta be wrong." But this was the secret Thomas had kept, Tony knew it in his gut. His bisexual superior was in love with him, and Tony, a man who always fucked up every love that ever came at him, couldn't stand it.
“Not wrong. I know him. I am him. He’s in love with you, Tony. What’re ya gonna do about it?” He tightened his arms around Tony, rubbing his back. “Ya gonna run away, ya gonna keep breaking him apart. Punching him. Beating him up? Ya gonna keep tearing strips off his skin?”
"No! I'm not running! I'm not!" Tony's eyes were slightly crazed. "Come on, we're going back in there right now. And if you wanna call me son, I promise I won't freak out again."
Gibbs2 stroked a thumb over Tony’s check. “Back inside then.”
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"Gibbs." In the room, Tony2 sat on the bedside again and this time only touched the man's hand, pressing it between his own. "It's not that you called him it, it's that you don't seem to care if someone else calls him it too. I'm sure of it, because for a moment there I wanted to really, really hurt my own dad for calling your son .... son."
"Of course I care," Gibbs replied hotly to the other Tony. "He wants a dad not a sex partner. You...wanted both."
"I didn't want both at first. Took some time for Gibbs to show me .... the error of my ways," he said with a bit of a smirk. "And the thing is ... he doesn't know you care, *I* didn't know you cared either, only you do ... and my Gibbs probably too, so when you said nothing, when he blew up at Dad about that ....... he took it to mean you didn't care, that you were cool with sharing him not just sexually ... but as a son too ... and that part pushed him over the edge .... because it's that part he's been carrying around inside for a helluva lotta years for you."
Gibbs sighed and adjusted his aching ribs, looking at the younger man. “I’ve tried. He isn’t ready to listen. Too homophobic. Too…” Gibbs let out a sardonic chuckle that turned into a groan as his ribs screamed. “I’m the less inhibited one about the sexuality stuff. About feelings. Turned into a damn girl.”
"Because you love him." Tony leaned over and kissed the man softly on the lips. "I know you do, because mine loved me from the getgo, and it just took me some time to catch on. Once Tony's sure that you're not going to share him as a son, that you don't want him to call anyone else Dad but you, then he'll be ready to listen to other stuff. He's gotta get that straight in his head first, and I'm really sorry my Gibbs blew it by setting him off .... and you didn't realize to know what to do to diffuse it. That part IS my fault." He kissed the man again just a little firmer. "I should've said something."
Gibbs pulled away, shaking his head. “You know we can’t do that. It doesn’t honor either of them. If someday…with their consent…” He gave Tony2 a knowing smirk. “But not with them both gone.” He stroked a hand through Tony2’s hair. “How did you figure it out?”
"He told me one night, weeks after he broke me. He was being very romantic." Tony2 laughed a bit and snuggled down beside the man in bed, just holding him because it was nice. "Shocked the hell outta me, not that he loved me, because I sure loved him and wanted to hear it, but that he actually told me .... using candles and music ...... on a yacht, just the two of us, more romantic than anything I'd ever done in my life."
Gibbs sighed, closing his eyes. “We can be romantic when we want to be.” He couldn’t see breaking his Tony like that, but the candlelight, the music, even a boat, yeah…there was a reason he had three wives after Shannon. Even if they did eventually become exes.
“This is nice. Mine…won’t have any of it. We get closer, he runs away. He’ll do that if I tell him how much I…love him. And then what do I have? Bourbon, boat, basement, memories I don’t even own.”
"Boss." Tony came back in the room, holding hands with the other Gibbs. There was a slight rise in blood pressure at seeing his Twin in the man's bed, but Tony managed to contain it very well. "How's those ribs?"
Gibbs2 squeezed Tony’s hand, hoping he’d heard what the other Gibbs had said. “Swap positions with my Tony. Think your dad needs you as much as I need my son.”
Gibbs shrugged a little. Broken ribs, broken heart what’d it matter in the end. “I’m okay,” he said quietly, an expectant and hopeful look on his face. He’d rarely worn that expression and if Tony rejected him it would be an extra sharp blow.
"Ahhhh hi." Tony sat in the chair by the bed and smiled as his mirror self looked over at him expectantly. "We made nice in the hall, Boss. Told'm my freaking days are over. You need anything? More coffee? I'll get ya more coffee."
The two Gibbses locked gazes and nodded slightly, the injured one sending a silent thanks before he turned to Tony. “Just you…just you. Right here. Stay here with me.” His voice was soft and tender, his entire countenance one of fragile hope.
"Sure thing, Boss." He placed a slightly trembling hand on the man's arm and squeezed. He was far from alright, he was silently screaming about love and fathers and sex with men, but outwardly he was quite composed, convinced he could handle it now if he was going to be shared as Son with the other Gibbs. After all, when birthdays and Christmas came around, he'd make out like a bandit with two Dads, right?!
That crazed look in his eyes intensified for a moment. He SO couldn't handle it.
“Stop shaking, Son,” Gibbs said softly. “Just you and me here, right. Those guys look like us and may be our twins but they aren’t us. He’s gorgeous but he’s not my Tony. He’s his Tony.” And all I want is you.
He wanted to voice the words but he couldn’t. Tony’d run and he’d get crushed. “Tony, settle down. You’re not fooling me. I know you too well.” He paused, biting his lip.
“Didn’t the other Gibbs tell you to take Tony’s position? He was hugging me, not squeezing my arm.” It wasn’t lost on Gibbs how Tony had been holding the other version of himself’s hand but didn’t want to touch him.
Gibbs2 came over to his Tony and pulled him to his feet. “Five minutes to do whatever you want. Take advantage.”
"Oh right, sorry Boss." Tony said it that time straight to Gibbs2, showing a willingness to obey him too now that he was fighting hard to remain composed and make amends for earlier. "On it, Boss." He climbed into the bed and carefully hugged the man, even closing his eyes for a moment as the smell of him up close filled his senses.
"Whatever I want?" Tony2 blinked. Then he grinned. He knew what he could do to help his Twin relax more, and it would hopefully be something that wouldn't make either of the Gibbs' jealous. "Fuck me, Dad, please," he asked and then bent over the bed and unzipped Tony's fly, his other hand reaching under the pajama pants on Gibbs in that bed.
Gibbs sat stock still, surging into the hand, head resting against Tony’s. He knew his Tony would pull away, was half tensed waiting for it, but for now…incredible. He breathed in the scent of aroused males and let his eyes shut, savoring every second.
Gibbs2 smirked and grabbed some Vaseline, slicking himself up and standing behind his boy. He stripped him naked again, toying with Tony2’s hard dick. “You want me to fuck you, Son?” he asked in a voice fraught with need. “Play with them,” he whispered hotly into his Tony’s ear as he made sure he was loose. “Gonna fuck my boy good. Tell me how much you want me.”
"All the time, Dad, all the time," he moaned, arching into the fingers testing him. "You know I want you in me all the time,"
Remembering that Tony had sounded upset about something with another man with Gibbs and sucking, Tony2 chose not to use his mouth on either man in that bed. He used hands only, and because he was not just an expert with a Gibbs Model, he was certainly an expert on himself, he knew just how to grip, stroke and squeeze both shafts perfectly the way both men liked best.
The Tony in the bed moaned even louder, and seeing the eyes shut on the man next to him, he desperately tried to lock eyes with the next best thing. He stared at Gibbs2 standing behind Tony2, moaning and whimpering in confusion. "Dad?"
“No, Tony. Your dad is right beside you. He and I are just Twins.” The Gibbs behind the pierced Tony stepped back and yanked his pants fully off, then shucked his polo off as well, pressing his front against Tony2’s back. He slid a hand down Tony2’s body to jack him quickly, licking and sucking the area behind his ear.
“Gonna slide inside my son now…watch…”
Gibbs' eyes opened, hazy with lust as he moved in Tony2’s hand, his own hand beginning to roam over Tony2’s chest, finding the hardened buds of his nipples.
The uninjured Gibbs bent Tony2 over, rubbing the slick head of his dick against Tony2’s welcome hole. “Gonna shove it home right now. Show ‘em how much ya like it.”
Gibbs2 guided his blunt head inside, breaching the tight muscles and settling deep inside. “You can get loud in here, Tony,” he encouraged.
They were so damn close. Young clone Tony was teetering on the edge of compliance. And his Tony was so fucking tight.
Gibbs2 let out a long satisfied sound of need.
So did the Tony being fucked. With freedom to express, he was loud and didn't care who heard him. He panted heavily under the man, arched back and then forward into the hand playing with his pierced nipples. This was heaven. A Gibbs in front and a Gibbs behind, the one he loved with all his heart riding him deep and hard as it should be.
The Tony below closed his eyes then in defeat, fought to shut it all out, shaking his head back and forth as he bit his own lip to blood to keep from making another noise. He blew his wad practically in the face of his Twin, because no matter how much of a wreck he'd become in the misunderstanding, it was still the best damn handjob he'd ever had outside of the tub one the day before. Of course. And only one might possibly top them some day. If he ever willingly and consciously let Gibbs do it to him.
The injured Gibbs could see Tony's distress and he moved that hand off him very gently. He had the willpower to resist this and it was hurting his Tony. Instead he just watched the other couple sadly. This wasn't going to happen for him and he knew it. He wasn't going to have Tony like this, it wasn't what his Tony wanted. Something had changed and Gibbs wasn't going to fight it.
Gibbs2 had hoped Tony would cave but he was being stubborn and his Twin was defeated. He leaned over his lover and pounded him harder now, groaning into his Tony's ear, hand wrapping around his Tony's throbbing cock. "Come for me, Son. Come with me."
"Oh God yes, Dad! Yes! Yes!" Even though he knew, and had told the injured Gibbs, what had changed, he was in no place now to try to help either of them again in clearing up that issue. It was all he could do to hold on, to keep from his own explosion of pleasure, until he felt the tell-tale spasms of his lover deep within him, knowing it was time. "Yessss! I love you! I love you so much!"
As the other Tony had already climaxed and was reaching with a shaking hand to grab tissues by the bed to clean himself, the Tony in the throes of it now suddenly went face first into Gibbs on that bed, sucking in his shaft to hopefully help him along too. It was no more than Thomas had done, and the quiet Tony could only watch, stone-faced, as his counterpart did something he himself had been dreaming about off and on for two days.
Uninjured Gibbs growled his satisfaction into Tony's ear, settling against his young lover and stroking through him more slowly as he settled down. "I love you too, Son," he whispered, stroking the head that had collapsed onto the bed.
"No...no, you don't want to do that." Injured Gibbs forcibly lifted the other Tony's head away stroked his cheek. "I know you just want to help, but I don't want it that way, Tony... It's either him or not at all. I'm not in love with you," he finished in a whisper. He joined the other Gibbs' hand on the back of Tony2's head, squeezing gently, expressing his thanks to both of them for trying.
"Need to rest," he said quietly, unable to continue watching the loving couple, the starkest reminder of what he wanted but couldn't have. With one last gentle squeeze of Tony2's head and the other Gibbs' hand, he turned away as best he could, closing his eyes.
"I'll stay with him," Tony murmured to the others, nodding gratefully to Gibbs2 again for the understanding he'd shown him in the hallway as he quickly fixed his pants. He turned on his side, fortunately not his bruised kidney side, and slipped an arm around his best friend's body, moving up closely to him to rest, as friends.
"Idiot," Tony2 mumbled, though whether it was at his Twin for not going with his heart, or at Gibbs for not making it clear to his subordinate he didn't want to share him paternally, Tony's biggest fear at the moment because of the other Gibbs, wasn't clear. He was heartbroken for them and annoyed at both of them now. "We staying or leaving?" he asked his own best friend.
Gibbs pushed that arm away. "Need to rest. Go get some food or something..." He set his jaw and moved as far away from Tony as the bed would allow.
Gibbs2 shook his head, wrapping a tight arm around his own. "Don't know that we can do much more here," he told his Tony quietly, and then gave him a look, indicating that he'd do whatever his boy wanted. These two were their own worst enemies. As stubborn as he and Tony had been, they'd never gotten in the way of themselves like these two.
"I tried," Tony2 said quietly, though he knew in the quiet of the room, it was still too loud. "I told him exactly what went wrong before."
"Told who?" Tony followed Gibbs across the bed, his arm going right back where it was.
"Him," his Twin hissed.
"It's none of your business. I can handle it. I told your Gibbs out there .... I can handle it now." He even placed one soft kiss in the gray hair in front of him. "I'm sorry, Dad," he whispered by his ear. "I told him and I'm telling you now. I was outta line. So just tell me when I can put in for nine years of back presents times two, and I'm a happy boy," he tried to tease.
Gibbs went absolutely still. He didn't want Tony touching him, sure as hell didn't want him kissing him. "Have to spell it out, huh? Want to be alone, DiNozzo. Go spend time with them, Son." The last word was spoken with some heat, the reminder of what he wanted and how he consistently allowed himself to be rejected. "Let me rest, Son," he repeated, an underlying hostility continuing in his tone. He turned to look at the other Tony, the happily mated Tony. "Not all my fault, Son." This last 'son' was outright snarled.
Gibbs2 knew exactly what his Twin was doing and closed his eyes, sighing. They'd done it in every marriage. When they'd been hurt enough, when they'd rammed down their emotion enough, it came out in anger, brittle, nasty fury. He crossed the room, touching the other Tony's arm. "Buy ya some dinner, Tony. Come on. Only be gone a little while. Your dad'll be fine, right, Gibbs?" Give you time to settle down, he added silently.
"But it's your fault you're not telling him," Tony2 said, wincing at being called "son" by the other man, knowing damn well how the other Tony would take it. "It's your fault you're just perpetuating his assumption, which you just did again."
"Telling me what?!" He pulled away from the other Gibbs' touch, confused, sinking further into the back of the man who was pushing him away now. "Just leave us alone, please." He knew the man in his arms hadn't found relief like the rest of them had, but there was no way in hell he was going to offer his hand, in friendship, with them standing right over the bed watching. That his Gibbs had called the other Tony "son" hurt, and definitely perpetuated the problem, but Tony was actually proud of himself for not screwing up again, for taking it so outwardly calm and going with the flow.
"In case you missed it, kid, that was sarcasm," Gibbs shot back. He was sore and he was annoyed and he was horny and he was sick and tired of everyone discussing his damn feelings. "How bout you all leave me alone. Since I'm the one in this bed."
"So you can sink further down?" Gibbs2 shot back and just got a shrug in reply. "They aren't ready, Tony," he said sadly.
"Oh I know sarcasm when I hear it, but I honestly can't believe you'd do that ... after what I told you." He finished dressing and leaned down to kiss the injured Gibbs on the cheek. "Relax, Jethro. Whether you tell him or not, he's trying really hard to accept what he thinks you want. That says something right there."
"That's enough!" Tony shouted, shoving his Twin away from the bed, extremely sick of hearing things being said about him that made no sense to him. It felt like everyone was talking over his head. "Get out, both of you! NOW!"
"Yeah, well I can't believe you'd try to go down on me, either," Gibbs shot back. "When you're so goddamn concerned about him." He blinked a couple of times, barely resisting the urge to tell Tony to go too.
Gibbs2 stepped forward, cupping the back of the other Tony's neck for a second. "Don't give up," he said quietly. "We'll find you soon. Talk then. I'll even bring the good stuff..." Turning, he jerked his head toward the door for his Tony.
"Thomas Hilton," Tony said, climbing out of the bed to hug the other Gibbs tightly, with real emotional need. "You can find us through him. Don't be a stranger ... Dad."
"I'm concerned about both of you," pierced Tony sighed, going right back to the man's side. "I wouldn't have told you what was going on if I wasn't." He carefully put his arms around him, whispering by his ear while his Twin was tied up with the other Gibbs. "Listen to me, he loves you, you've been his world a lot longer than you think. He just needs time to see that the love he's always felt .... can be more now. He's ... we're ... not good at sharing. Thinking you're cool with something and not knowing you're not .... kills him even though he's fighting to accept it ... for you."
"And trying and being rejected over and over again kills me," Gibbs said quietly, coughing a few times and looking away. When Tony called the other man "Dad" something inside him curled up and died. All the hope he was trying desperately to hang on to. "Take care, kid," he said gently this time.
"Thomas Hilton," Gibbs2 replied and affirmed, easing back and nudging Tony's shoulder gently. "Not who you need to call that." He would be gentle with this one. He stepped back, dressing efficiently and waiting for his Tony with patience...and love. "You'll be okay, Tony. Long as you let yourself feel. He's forgotten how to feel and to live."
"I do call him that, I just did a couple minutes ago in that bed." Tony frowned, standing between the two Harmons and looking back and forth between them, not understanding at all. "I apologized for throwing a fit .... so now I'm calling ya both that. Jesus, did I fuck up again?"
Tony2 sighed and shook his head, desperately wanting to say something but feeling it wouldn't be heard, wouldn't make any difference, if it wasn't the right Gibbs.
"No," Gibbs2 said softly, mussing Tony's hair. "Just don't pull away and then go closer, and then pull away. Sends mixed messages." He pulled Tony into a tight embrace. "You want him, let him know. Don't push away." He nodded to his Tony. "Go ahead, Son. Speak."
"I ... I don't want him.... not like that. I've said that from the start," Tony protested weakly. He sighed and squatted down in front of his own Gibbs. "Boss .... Dad ... there's no mixed signals ... I'm sorry if I sent them, I didn't mean it, really, I didn't. I respect you for .... coming out of the closet ... God I respect you so much ... but I'm not gay." More like, I don't want to be gay, but Tony wasn't making that distinction yet. "Can't we be friends? Can't we be close? Can't you be my father and love me and let me love you and .. and ... " and don't share me that way with him!
But Tony didn't say that last part. He didn't dare. Throwing a tantrum once was humiliating enough as it was, especially to have it been ignored, and he wasn't about to do it again, wasn't about to humiliate himself all over again and just be ignored again for it. He tried to convince himself that after a lifetime with no real father to love, having two now was good. Who wouldn't want that?
Gibbs felt himself break apart. He looked at the uninjured man and then the other Tony as if to say ‘See. He isn’t interested and he’s just breaking me.’ “It’s okay,” he said, his voice ragged, his emotions right on the edge of breaking before he rammed them down, shoving them into the deep dark place with his memories of Shannon and Kelly.
“Forget it, Tony. It’s…okay.” He swallowed so Tony wouldn’t hear how his voice was starting to waver. “I can be your dad. I can…” He just had to get to a point where it didn’t hurt so damn bad. He looked at the other two again, knowing he wasn’t hiding his feelings from them.
“But tell me, Tony. How does that work. He’s you and you’re him. How come he’s gay and you’re not?”
"Good question." He smiled and reached out to hold the man's hand, giving it a warm squeeze. "Maybe that year made a difference. Technically, in a real life way, he's older than me ... and fat too," he couldn't resist jabbing.
“Maybe, DiNozzo…maybe. Or maybe my son is at home with who he is while you’re repressing it because you’re so wrapped up in your godforsaken masculinity that you can’t see what you're giving up.” The injured Gibbs shrugged off Tony’s touch and beckoned the other one closer, squeezing the other Tony’s hand and pulled him close for a hug. “Thanks. Thanks for showing me what…could have been, Son. You take good care of your old man. I’ll be watching.”
Gibbs2 watched his Twin’s Tony, sensing that the young man was close to exploding. He wasn’t above manipulating the situation to get everything resolved. “You want to give him a try, you both have my permission. In fact, Tony, when he’s healed, we’ll go over and visit. Carte blanche, anything goes. Maybe I’ll fuck you while he sucks you. Maybe we’ll see if you can fit both of our cocks in.”
Having his touch be shrugged off, when it had been a sincerely warm touch of friendship, of love of a son for a father, and then hear his Twin get all the attention from both of the men, made Tony do exactly what he'd promised himself he wouldn't do again. Tony tantrumed.
"You sonofabitch! Both of you! All of you!" He stood up, lifting the chair and throwing it across the room. Then he turned on his Twin, catching him by the throat and shoving him into the wall, his face purpling with rage as he tried to choke the life out of his mirror-self. "One's not enough for you, you selfish bastard! You've gotta have it all! You've gotta take him from me! But you can't have him! I'll kill you first! He's my father and I'm not sharing no matter what he fucking wants with this All In The Family bullshit!"
The Tony pinned to the wall chose not to fight and only worked to stay breathing. This was pivotal. His Twin was a wreck, a far worse wreck now than he had been when he and Gibbs2 had first arrived, and all because of one not so little misunderstanding.
Gibbs wasn’t about to stay in bed while Tony went after his Twin like that. He lurched up, pushing Gibbs2 away. His Twin backed off wisely, but stood in the ready position. He’d give it no more than fifteen seconds before he intervened.
“Get the hell off him, Tony,” Gibbs tried to roar, but it came out more an angry growl. He summoned enough strength to break the choking hold and stared down Tony. “You want me on my own terms. Other people genuinely want me without pandering to your fragile ego. Get over it. Because I’ll fuck him, Tony. I’ll fuck him real good. Ya know why? Because in my mind I’ll be fucking the one I’m in love with. You.”
He shoved Tony hard, knowing that the other Gibbs would be taking care of his own Tony.
Gibbs2 lifted Tony2’s chin, stroking Tony2’s chin, stroking the reddened skin of his throat gently. “You okay, Son?”
"No," he said honestly, holding onto the man. "If he doesn't tell him, my dumbass Twin is never going to understand."
"Go ahead and fuck him!" Tony roared back to Gibbs. "But for fuck's sake, how many sons do you need to feel like a father again?! Why aren't I enough for you?!"
“You try telling…” Gibbs2 trailed off when he heard what his Tony’s Twin said. That was a low blow even now and a year ago?
Gibbs stood there for a couple of seconds, not believing what Tony had said. Was it just yesterday he’d broken down in Kelly’s room and now this?
“Get out,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. “Get out and don’t come back.”
Tony's eyes narrowed. "I knew it," he growled. "I knew you didn't mean it. Just as bad as my real father ..... no, worse. At least alcohol was his excuse for shoving me away. All you have as an excuse is a need to be Father of the Year with every Tony you see now. I'm not enough for you, I'm just one of a bunch now .... I'm sorry," he said sarcastically, "that I love you so fucking much I don't wanna share."
Then he turned and went to the door, head held high, face composed as could be, for now.
Gibbs swallowed hard, blinking back his emotion, his fury, his anger, his feeling of complete betrayal. He opened the bathroom door and closed and locked it, throwing up, acid burning his throat, emotion burning his soul. And his ribs hurt like a bitch.
“Tony…” Gibbs2 took a step toward him and sighed, eyeing Tony2. He knew his other self best. “You or me?” he asked quietly.
"I can't be your son too. I only want one father, just him, and he just kicked me out." His arms went around the man, holding tight for a moment, pressing his lips into that familiar but not familiar neck, and then he was gone from the room, staggering down the hall the moment he thought he was alone.
“Check on him.” Gibbs2 motioned toward the bathroom door. He hadn’t thrown up since Mike had told him about 9/11 years ago. And with a broken rib or two, that had to hurt. He headed off to find Tony, wondering how in the hell to break him for good, to make him see the light.
He snuck up silently behind him, pulling him against his chest in a bear hug. “Why d’ya have to make it so hard, Tony?”
There was a brief struggle, but it was definitely half-hearted as Tony's fists stopping hitting almost as soon as they started. "Don't hate me too," he cried into the man, clinging to him. "Please don't hate me too."
“Ah, Tony. I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. He doesn’t hate you either. You just struck a really low blow there. I bet he’s been lost in what we never had pretty deep and you saying that cuts down right to the bone. You’ve never been a father. You can’t understand how he’s grieving for Kelly all over again. He wants to be your dad, but it is a touchy issue for him. That isn’t something for you to use as a weapon. Understand?”
Tony sniffed, trying valiantly to keep his wet eyes off the man's neck but failing miserably. "Not a weapon, I didn't mean it like that ... I'd never wanna hurt him."
“That was what it came across as, Tony. And if I saw it that way, I bet he did too.” He loosed his bear hug and arranged his arms in a more comforting way, letting Tony settle into his embrace. “You gotta learn the triggers. Being a dad and mourning Kelly are things he needs to hold on to right now. Don’t push it until he’s had some time to mourn that she never was his, Tony.” He cupped the younger man’s chin. “You understand me?”
She never was. Oh yeah, he understood that perfectly. How horrible of a person was he, how completely sick and selfish of a man was he that he understood so well that she never was ... and he was. My father, not hers, my mate, not Shannon's. Tony understood it so well it made him sick to his stomach in self-loathing to be capable of even thinking those things.
"Understood, Boss," he said, quickly wiping away the tears and smiling gratefully. "Tell'm I didn't mean it? I've gotta check on Princess and Simon. They're my responsibility while he's recovering." He was afraid to go back to Gibbs' room. He'd been kicked out and didn't want to get in another fight with the man. Besides, if Gibbs needed more time to mourn, if he wasn't ready to be a father again, Tony felt it would do him no good to have a troublesome son around he didn't seem to really want.
He stroked his thumbs over Tony’s cheeks, wiping those tears away. “I know him and he’s so in love with you it hurts. He thought he was a father and husband and now he doesn’t feel like he’s anyone or anything. Except a man hopelessly in love with another man who keeps insisting he isn’t bisexual. Who touches him and needs to be touched. You keep giving him these little bursts of what he could have and then you back down. Imagine how it would be if I was in love with you and not my Tony. Look at how affectionate you are with me. He’s got it bad for you.”
Gibbs2 nodded sadly, knowing Tony had enough, but before he went, he pulled out a card. “Call me. I don’t use that Internet camera doohickie but Tony does. You can always find us, Tony. And we’re always here to help.”
"Thanks" The card went in his pocket. "If we need help, I'll put out the bat signal." His smile was lopsided but genuine as he headed down the hallway again in search of the others. Had he been more affectionate with this Gibbs than his own? He didn't think so. He kept trying to be with his own, wanting desperately the man's love and approval, but it just kept backfiring on him. He felt, rightly or wrongly, that every time he put his feelings on the line he was shot down, and now he understood why finally thanks to this Gibbs explaining it. Boss needed to hold onto his daughter, needed to keep her alive whether she'd been alive or not. There was no room, at least not yet, for a son.
Tony refused to fight against those precious memories as he'd fought against his own Twin. He was a selfish bastard at heart, he knew that, but even he wouldn't sink to THAT level. Rather, he'd wait, he'd give Boss time just like Gibbs said. Not push him anymore, not do anything to make him hurt or uncomfortable about fatherhood. They'd go back to what they had in canon, and Tony would do his best to pretend the issue of fatherhood and bisexuality had never come up. He would do this for the man he loved.
Gibbs2 watched him walk away. “Don’t be a dickhead, DiNozzo,” he muttered.
AUTHORS: TG writes for Gibbs and Max writes for Tony and the others. Max has only just started this season in watching the show so asks for a bit of leniency in her portrayal of Tony as she learns the character.
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*NOTE* This story is being co-written in roleplay back and forth format, not written for regular fan fic format, so if it reads a little odd in places, the authors really don't mind and hope any readers they may have don't much either. Thanks!
*NOTE2* Just to give something to visualize, the character of Thomas Hilton resembles actor Jeremy Piven and the character of Travis Hilton resembles actor Miguel Ferrer.
*NOTE3* TaylorGibbs will also be writing for Simon Donovan, a Mark Harmon character from The West Wing television series. She writes for any and ALL Harmon characters in this story.
*NOTE4* Princess is written by Max. He is the Michael Weatherly guest character in an episode of the Cosby Show. She writes for any and all NON-Harmon characters in this story.
*NOTE5* The city of Havensport is a regular modern day place where clones of fandom characters just happen to abound. They're called clones because the Yahoo list owners wanted to use a word to describe how there could be more than one Maximus, Leonidas, Joker, etc running around our group. It was done to keep it open for different writers to have the freedom to write the same characters in that "world" and not join an RP group just to find out their favorite characters have already been taken. We allow up to three of the same "clone" to be played there. As for the Sentinel premise, it's considered there to be a real life semi-secret society of a small minority of humans, and that these real life human Sentinels and Guides were the driving force behind the production of a fictional television show called The Sentinel years ago as an experiment just to see how the general populace would react to the idea of it.
*NOTE6* This is not RPS. Using the words "Harmons" and "Weatherlys" is just another way of describing the outward physical MODEL that the CHARACTER is built on in this world of clones. The world also has different Crowes and Ledgers and Jackmans and Butlers too, plus many more. The world does NOT have Mark Harmon, the ACTOR, in it. The world only has clones of his CHARACTERS .... so, naturally, they're sometimes called Harmons because on the outside they look like the real Harmon. We hope this explains any questions about the use of those words in the story. Thanks!
"Boss." Tony's face pressed into the man's left hand back in that private room, his head laying across Gibbs' hips looking up at the man. "Dunno if you can hear me ..... but the doctor said you'd be okay. You're a tough s.o.b., I knew you'd make it. I knew you wouldn't leave me." He choked back tears that started to wet the Harmon's hand. "Please don't prove me wrong. I meant what I told Donovan. I'm not living without you."
Gibbs could vaguely hear Tony's voice and his finger stroked the tears away. "Don't cry...you get help?"
"Oh thank God you're awake," Tony said, immediately lifting his head to grin down at the man and place little kisses in that hand now. "Doctor says you have to stay overnight, Boss. I'm not leaving til you do."
There was a knock on the door and a face poked into the room, a second figure standing behind it. There was no doubt about it this time. That face wasn't just another Weatherly, that face was another Tony.
Gibbs coughed a couple of times, testing out his breathing. "Yeah...awake. You okay, son?" He felt like he was floating, much more mellow than he'd been in a good long time, but he was awake, and he could breathe much better. "Hell of a right...hook..." He trailed off as he saw a Tony, not HIS Tony but another Tony, at the doorway.
"Got company, Son..."
"Tony, ya gonna stand there in the doorway all day or go in?" The other Gibbs said from behind HIS Tony. He tipped his styrofoam cup of coffee up to his lips and took a large swallow of the bitter black brew, giving Tony2 a not so gentle nudge with his hand right between the other man's shoulder blades.
Gibbs heard his own voice, craned up. "What the hell?" It was surreal seeing him, moreso than the doc, or Simon.
"Sorry Boss," the other Tony said and quickly moved into the room to make room for the other Gibbs behind him.
"Oh ... Oh .. Oh," was all Tony by the bed could say at seeing the two standing there, standing closely together there.
Gibbs2 moved up behind his Tony, invading his space, getting so close that the other man could feel his breath on the back of his neck. He leveled a gaze at the other two in the room, taking another sip of coffee. Gibbs2 watched the other Gibbs on the bed, a small smirk crossing his features as he stared at the other man. "You look like hell."
Gibbs fumbled for the controls, lifting the bed head, his shirt had gone somewhere but he was still in his pajama pants. He stared at the two, hand encircling his Tony's wrist and pulling him closer. "Ya coming in or ya standing there all day?" Talking was exhausting but he was got going to be at a disadvantage. "You sharing that coffee?"
Gibbs2 arched an eyebrow and smirked again. He reached around Tony2 and moved towards the other man, holding out a second cup of coffee. "You're just damned lucky I know what you like." He held the cup out to the other Harmon.
When Gibbs2 went back behind his Tony, there was no doubt just how much this Tony really was his. The Weatherly pressed back into the man, smiling as he pulled the Harmon's arm down around his chest so they were embracing in an easy lover's hold.
By the bed, Tony's eyes almost popped out.
Gibbs gave a one-armed shrug. "My boy packs a punch." He tugged again, harder this time, and pulled his Tony onto the bed in a gesture that screamed possession. He didn't know how to establish the pecking order with...himself. He accepted the coffee, sipping it, "yeah, ya done good..."
He watched as the two of them curled up close, arching an eyebrow. "Lucky man," he said, looking his other self in the eye.
Gibbs2 rested his chin on his Tony’s shoulder and blew on his ear, letting his lips graze over the sensitive surface while he looked at his other self. He nodded with a smirk as he watched him sip the coffee, murmuring softly, "Well I kind of know how you like it I think."
"If anyone does..." Gibbs answered slightly sarcastically. He was darkly jealous of his other self and the way Tony2 was melting against him. "Look at them, he wanted to scream silently to his Tony. Instead he watched the other one, the slight differences in body language. "How long have you two...?" he started and then trailed off.
Tony gave no resistance to being pulled down onto the bed next to Gibbs, but his body sure didn't scream comfie and cozy like the other Tony did with the other Gibbs. He was pale and still very wide-eyed at seeing that display in front of them. A million questions raced through his mind, but for once his mouth was at a loss for words. If he'd thought seeing his younger body without balls had been shocking, this took the cake.
"Been around popn'fresh from the oven?" Tony2 said after hearing a soft permission to speak from Gibbs2 in his ear. "Just over a year now. We heard through the grapevine you two were here and couldn't resist coming by. Seen other Harmons and Weatherlys in town, but you're our first real Twins." Tony affected a comical face of disappointment in joking. "Damn Boss, bet our stock dropped, we're not a super-duper rare collectors item anymore."
The reply was even more shocking to Tony because his Twin was obviously trying not to moan through it from that continual ear-playing by the other man. They were extra-sensitive in the same place!
Gibbs barely resisted the urge to tell them to cut it out. Instead, when he spoke, he couldn't stop the words as they flowed. "How'd you train yours? Mine, nothing works. How come yours is..." he gestured to Tony2. "And mine is..." He gestured to the Tony beside him on the bed.
"Nothing works," he repeated, a sad tone in his voice.
"I say jump, he heads for the hills," Gibbs muttered but nodded anyway, iron grip still on Tony's wrist. "Mine did this to me," he gestured with his free hand to the bruises all over his face. "Don't know why..." He sighed and waited to see.
Tony tugged but knew he wasn't getting free without a fight. "Boss," he said quietly. "Wasn't because ...... " His eyes flickered to the other couple. "You said .... I thought ...... " His face fell and he didn't tug any further. "I'm sorry."
Tony2 turned around in those arms and kissed his Gibbs, waiting for further instruction. He was hoping for a chance to speak with his counterpart, but he knew better than to ask for it yet. The Harmons had to work things out first. The other Harmon was having a bad time of it and his Harmon naturally wanted to help.
"Don't apologize," Gibbs growled. "Know why it was. Doesn't make it hurt less."
Watching Tony2 kiss the other version of him took his breath away. "Lucky bastard," he muttered before he tore his gaze away. You could have that, he said silently to Tony. WE could have that.
Gibbs2 saw the longing in his counterpart's eyes and knew how the other man felt. A look of determination crossed over his features. He’d help solve his Twin’s DiNozzo problem.
He kissed his Tony on the nose and moved away from him to lock the door to the room, turning around and staying right where he was. His blue eyes flashed fire for a moment as he looked him over, licking his lips slowly. "DiNozzo," he barked in a tone that Tony2 knew all too well. "Strip....NOW."
Gibbs read determination in the eyes of the other him and gave a small almost imperceptible nod, conveying that he was fine with wherever this led. He released Tony's wrist and moved the head of his bed slightly, eyes on the other's Tony.
Not a single hesitation was given to obey that order. In fact, this Tony was hot for it. What were the chances he'd been a good boy long enough that he deserved a reward? And what better reward than to be allowed to pleasure TWO Gibbs' this fine day?
"Yes Dad," he said clearly with heat in his voice as clothes fell away, his nice fashionable clothing he was still allowed to wear landing haphazardly on the hospital room floor.
Tony on the bed wasn't sure what made him squeak. The use of the word Dad but still a very sexual relationship between the two, or the way his counterpart jumped to strip with clear hunger showing in those green eyes. Then there was the body. HIS body! Dear God he was pierced! Not nearly as much as the younger Weatherly's, but those nipples had hoops too and a long thin chain hanging between them. Oh thank God he still had his nuts, and his hair!
But when that Tony turned in a circle, proudly showing off, the sitting Tony squeaked again. Right on his ass was a Marine tattoo with the words "Property of Gibbs" circled around it.
There wasn't a single thing in that Tony's actions that showed he was under duress. He may have needed the forceful push over a year ago to open his eyes to this lifestyle, but he sure didn't now. He was obviously a very happy sub and very in love with his Dom.
Gibbs let out a low groan when he heard the other man call the other Gibbs "dad" and his hand itched to touch that tattoo, that ass, those pierced nipples, to tug on the chain, to spread Tony2 and...
"Nice," he rasped. "Tattoo's a bit overdone, but nice."
"Overdone?" Tony groaned, "it's .... it's ..... " Hideous? Beautiful? His lips just wouldn't say the word his heart screamed under the surface. "And he's fat, look at those chunk rolls," he had to add, though there wasn't an ounce of fat on the other man any more than there was on the new Tony. "I'm in better shape than him, right? ...... Boss? Boss?" It kept him on the bed even though Gibbs had released that hold on his wrist. Tony didn't at all like the attention Gibbs was giving his naked, and very aroused, counterpart. This was far worse than Princess!
"You think I'm fat?" The nude one laughed, knowing better than Tony himself what his Twin was really thinking. "Do I look fat to you, sir?" he asked, coyly looking up from lowered lashes at the wounded Gibbs, his posture every bit submissively seductive. "Maybe my father hasn't been working me out hard enough lately. Maybe you'd like to try?" He knew he was risking a world of pain from his "father" for that, but it wasn't just flirting, it was an honest desire to try to help the other couple in the room, knowing just what they were going through, because he and his had gone through it once too.
"He's perfect," Gibbs rasped, looking the man up and down, focusing on the hard cock between those muscled thighs. "And he likes being watched." He looked over at his counterpart. "Mind if I touch?"
The healthy Gibbs pinched Tony2's ass lightly in warning. He knew his Tony's motivations but he didn't need to assert himself too much right now. "Two minutes. You go lower than his balls and you'll be singing soprano."
Injured Gibbs arched an eyebrow, but acquiesced with a nod. Despite his chest injury and the pain meds, he was interested, even if his body couldn't respond right now. And it was time to make his Tony much more jealous.
He crooked his finger to the naked Tony, unable to resist the slight smirk that he knew was on his face.
"Ohhhhhh gawwwwd," the Tony on the bed moaned, covering his eyes. "I can't watch, I can't watch, I can't watch."
"You know you want to," his Twin said with his own smirk as he moved right over to Gibbs' other side after flashing a grateful smile at his own Gibbs. He stood with legs two feet apart, hands clasped behind his back, his erection jutting out proudly at the man in the bed. "Look at me, Tony," he purred across the Harmon at his cowering Twin. "Do I look unhappy? It's a good life, stop fighting it. I'm still a man to everyone else. I'm only a boy with him and who he gives me to. It's exactly what I need and what he needs. We fit and so will you two .... I promise."
"Gives you to?" Tony squeaked, peeking out from between his fingers, wondering now if Gibbs had plans to hand him over to Simon some day. Or to Thomas?!
Injured Gibbs looked over at his other self, eyes flicking down to his groin before smiling. This was strange...but he was getting very interested. Reaching out, his fingertip stroked over the velvety head, one hand cupping the heavy testicles. "I want you, Tony," he admitted in a brief moment of vulnerability. His other hand closed around the chain between the nipples, pulling slightly. "How does that feel?"
Gibbs2 watched, smiling briefly. The two Tonys together were pretty spectacular, even if the other was far too shy.
"Feels delicious, sir. You can do it harder. I'm used to it .... and I like it," he purred.
"No you don't!" Tony from the bed shouted. "I ... we ... I don't like pain!" he lied. "You're fucking sick!" He stormed over to the window, shaking with outrage to stare out it, fists clenched together and feeling more lost than ever now. He was a sexual masochist? Since when did asking girls to pinch his nipples during sex make a man a masochist like THIS?! Tony just couldn't see the connection.
Gibbs couldn't deny the shaft of pure pleasure that washed through him at being called "sir" by Tony2. He watched as his Tony had a tantrum, nodding to the other Gibbs and giving him tacit permission to approach his Tony.
"Like it?" Injured Gibbs said with a chuckle. He fisted the chain and pulled a little harder, his other hand wrapping around the hard shaft. "What else do you like. Tell me."
The healthy Gibbs strolled over to Tony absolutely silently, reaching around to cup the other man's balls through his pants. "You need to give in to him. You both need it. You gonna let his first taste of cock be his and not yours? You want him to compare you both?" He was treading carefully here.
No! Don't taste him! Don't!
"First taste .... Fucker already let PeeWee taste him first," Tony growled, unable to stop the bitter spilling of those harsh words as he melted back into the other man, moaning with pleasure despite himself just as he did when "his" Gibbs touched him. "Maybe I should let you be my first?" Tony hissed, his hand reaching behind him to find a strong shoulder and latch onto it.
If Tony2 hadn't been so well-trained, he would have gone right over there and threw his own tantrum at seeing the other two in that position.
"I like," he grinned down at Gibbs, his chest speckling with redness as his shaft throbbed just as happily, "to make him ..... you .... feel good." He sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand low on the man's body. "I can deepthroat, sir. Dad taught me." Meaning, that the other Tony probably wouldn't be able to do that without his own teacher someday.
Gibbs2 wrapped a hand around Tony's waist, thumbing his fly down. "You couldn't handle me, Tony. I guarantee it." He pulled out Tony's soft shaft and manipulated it, toying with the other man. "Did he taste Pee Wee?" Gibbs2 started working Tony's neck, behind his ear. "Did he swallow? Did he fuck him..." He finished that with a whispered "Son", right into Tony's ear. "Because if not, you still have a chance. Stop dicking around!" He squeezed Tony's shaft hard, almost to the point of pain, his other hand coming around to twist and tweak one nipple and then the other.
"You belong to him. Wake up and give over. Or else." The meaning was clear. He'd give Tony2 to his Twin without a second thought.
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Gibbs was so damn tempted. "Just had my lung re-inflated. Not up to it." He kept stroking the other man's cock, the other' Tony's. "You haven't told me what you like," he said, injecting a tone of command into his voice.
"Mmmmm ...." He arched his hips, smiling dreamily. "I like it when you ... he .... throws me over his desk and crushes me under his body. I like it when I'm fucked so hard for so long he carries me into the Jacuzzi after it and just holds me on his lap to rest."
Being called Son by the other Gibbs did it. In spite of his arousal, his moaning and his grinding against the man, Tony managed to shove him back and turn on him, snarling viciously in denial. "I'm not your son! I'm his son! I'm his!"
Two Gibbs. TWO Gibbs calling him son. Years of craving it with all his being and now he was hearing it twice-fold?!
It was too much for that very recently wounded psyche. Tony felt his eyes flutter, and he quickly reached out to steady himself as points of darkness threatened to explode before his eyes.
“You’re not that weak, suck it up,” Gibbs2 growled. “You’re gonna lose everything, you stupid little shit.” He jammed a leg between Tony’s, pressing hard against his balls. “He’s willing to give your dad everything and you can’t see it.”
He glanced over at the hospital bed. “Permission to do whatever you want, Son. Make him really happy.”
Injured Gibbs looked up at the more outspoken Tony. “Do you like it hard?” Despite his injury, he was starting to swell and he brought Tony2’s hand to his crotch, twisting his hand around the swollen shaft of DiNozzo.
"Hard as you like it," the one on the bed said, doing his best to pleasure the injured man while keeping an eye on the other two. "I live for your cock pounding me."
If his "real" dad didn't seem to mind the other Gibbs calling him son, Tony didn't know what to do. He saw fury flash in his counterpart's face, though. That Tony minded it just as much as he did but was too well-trained to speak out, at least not yet.
"Yeah," Tony mumbled. "I'm stupid ... Dad." He flashed a look of apology to his counterpart, and it was the only reason that counterpart didn't attack him. "Real stupid." Letting his body go, he fell into the man with a groan of far more emotional than physical pain from that ball pressing.
“You’re being stupid now,” the Gibbs2 told him. “You’re gonna let him have your dad first, Tony? You want that? You want his memory of the first time with you to be with my boy, pierced nipples, tattoo and all? Do you want his first taste of cum to be someone else who looks like you, has a cock like you, but who isn’t you?”
Gibb2s knew he didn’t. He remembered the hesitation in his own Tony. He licked Tony’s earlobe and whispered hotly into Tony’s ear. “Get over there. Touch him. Don’t have to fuck. Just stop rejecting him.”
Gibbs was doggedly trying to ignore what was going on over there and focus on what was happening in his own lap. The other Tony was leaking now and Gibbs pulled him closer, breathing hot air onto the shaft. “Like having your dick sucked too?”
Gibbs2 growled possessively. “Now or never.”
"You're wrong, he doesn't care." Dad, Son. Son, Dad. Tony hadn't seen or heard any reaction from "his" Gibbs at another Gibbs calling him that or he calling another Gibbs that, and now he could only assume it meant one thing. He and his counterpart were interchangeable. Gibbs didn't care which one of them he had so long as he had one. "Have a good orgy, fellas," he said snidely, his head clear again from that righteous anger surging through him. "I'm clearing out of before people start turning into pillars of salt."
He opened the door just as someone from the other side was trying to get in.
“Get back here, DiNozzo!” Gibbs tried roaring, but he clearly wasn’t strong enough to do that yet and he started choking and hacking, abandoning Tony2’s hard cock and groaning as his ribs protested. “Get back here, Son,” he gasped in a weaker voice, emphasizing the last word.
Gibbs2 came around and moved his Tony, standing watch over his Twin. But he knew the man in that bed, he wanted his Tony and nobody else. “Get back, DiNozzo,” he roared, having the lung capacity and annoyance to do so. “Or I will drag you back here by the dick, hard or soft.”
"Fuck you!" Tony bellowed back. "You two may see us as the same, but I sure as hell don't see YOU as the same, and I know he doesn't either!" He pointed at his Twin. "I won't take orders from you! I'm HIS even if he goes balls deep into ... into me!" The pointing finger shook with rage.
The nurse on the other side of the door changed her mind and quickly closed it again.
“Not as if you’re giving anything to him. He’s injured. At your hand. Get your ass over there now!” Gibbs2 glared and crossed the room, grabbing Tony by the back of the neck. “Go to him. Don’t make me force you.”
Gibbs groaned, reaching for the other Tony’s hand but getting tangled in the chain instead. He finally let his hand drop to the bed.
“Let him go. His standing with people who don’t matter means more than me.”
"LET GO OF ME!" Tony screamed, thrashing in the arms of Gibbs2. "I'M NOT YOUR SON! I'M NOT YOUR SON!"
"I'm sorry," Tony2 sighed and settled his face around Gibbs' middle, apologizing for his Twin. He knew exactly what had happened, had heard and seen it all, that inadvertent triggering by Gibbs2 that had seemingly gone unnoticed, but he still felt sorry, like it was his fault somehow, even though he knew it wasn't.
“I’d throw you back if you were my son,” Gibbs2 growled. “Tell him how you feel, Son. Or it’ll be too late. Very soon.”
Gibbs shook his head. “Didn’t do anything, Tony, don’t apologize.” He closed his eyes, turning his head away. “Go away, all of you. Need to rest.”
"He knows how I feel," Tony snapped, "and call me son one more time and I'll kill you. Maybe he doesn't care, but I sure as hell do." He went out the door, slamming it behind him.
Tony2 immediately got off the bed and went to his own Gibbs, wrapping his arms around him. "I love you .... but when he called you Dad, I almost lost it too."
Gibbs didn’t want to see the proof of what he couldn’t have. “Get out,” he said quietly, completely defeated. “Get lost.”
Gibbs2 understood both of their reactions and nodded, holding his Tony against him, kissing his temple and soothing him. “Get dressed, Son. We’re going now.” He met the other Gibbs’ eyes. “Tony’ll leave you info on how you contact us. It’s not over.”
“Just leave…”
"I ....I really am sorry," the Weatherly murmured, looking at both of them, and then moved swiftly to obey and redress.
“Don’t apologize,” both Gibbs chorused. After a few moments, the injured one spoke again. “Thanks. It’s broken, but you tried to fix.”
“Don’t give up,” Gibbs2 replied.
"It's not just the sex thing ... it's the clone thing." He looked carefully at them, just to be sure they wanted to hear what he had to say. "You two are really new to this world, right? All his life he's felt like Boba Fett, special, important, and then suddenly he finds out there's an army of him .... and that Count Dooku seems happy with any soldier under his command, because they all look alike, so happy with the others in that army he doesn't seem to care if his own Count Twin calls the first Boba Fett something he's wanted all his life to hear from the first Count." He bit his lip and took a chance, looking them both in the eye. "I'm not presuming it's YOUR feelings, I'm only telling you it's his ... because it's exactly how I would have felt a year ago if this had happened to me. I was lucky. We didn't meet anyone who even looked like us for several months. Gave Gibbs time to .... train me first," he said with a soft smile.
Gibbs just looked at the kid. “I called him it. He pushed me away. I let him beat the shit out of me. He pushes me away. You and he are just different. Made at different times, maybe.” Gibbs swallowed hard. “Jenny died, he blames himself. He was an Agent Afloat for four months. Probably blames me for not fixing it sooner. Had to keep some things from him. Blames me. We’re not the same as you two. Year changed a lot.”
He gave the other Tony a wistful smile. “You two are good for each other.”
Gibbs2 wisely stayed quiet and then slipped out of the room, giving the two time to talk. He found Tony down the hall and rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “Do you blame him for all that happened with Jenny and your Afloat assignment?”
"No, not at all." Tony turned around and looked into the eyes of the other man. "The only thing I blamed him for I took out on him yesterday when he let me beat the shit outta him .... because I had his six, always had it, and now we're ..... we're nothing and I blamed him for our new circumstances. Stupid of me, I know, but I did." He moved closer to the man and sighed. "I shouldn't have gone off on you like that. It's not your fault."
"I provoked you," Gibbs2 explained to the baby clone. "Was hoping to drive you together instead of pushing you apart." He squeezed the back of Tony's neck. "Be honest with him. He's too bottled up. You're gonna lose each other if one of you doesn't break."
"No." Tony relaxed more under the man's hand, moving even closer to him. "We went through this, still got his six, he won't leave me and I sure as hell won't leave him."
“He’ll drive you away. Hasn’t he already? I know him because I am him.” Gibbs2 only hesitated a moment before hugging the other Tony close, rubbing his back, giving him some information he needed. “He’s discovered he’s bisexual and he’s in love with you. Meanwhile, he’s got to be the in-control leader, only showing his weakness to himself in the dark of night. And if you see it, it makes him less of a man in his eyes.”
"L.... Love?" Tony's legs went weak, and he would have crashed to the floor if Gibbs2 hadn't been holding him, if he hadn't suddenly been holding him just as tightly in return. "Oh God no, you're wrong, you've gotta be wrong." But this was the secret Thomas had kept, Tony knew it in his gut. His bisexual superior was in love with him, and Tony, a man who always fucked up every love that ever came at him, couldn't stand it.
“Not wrong. I know him. I am him. He’s in love with you, Tony. What’re ya gonna do about it?” He tightened his arms around Tony, rubbing his back. “Ya gonna run away, ya gonna keep breaking him apart. Punching him. Beating him up? Ya gonna keep tearing strips off his skin?”
"No! I'm not running! I'm not!" Tony's eyes were slightly crazed. "Come on, we're going back in there right now. And if you wanna call me son, I promise I won't freak out again."
Gibbs2 stroked a thumb over Tony’s check. “Back inside then.”
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"Gibbs." In the room, Tony2 sat on the bedside again and this time only touched the man's hand, pressing it between his own. "It's not that you called him it, it's that you don't seem to care if someone else calls him it too. I'm sure of it, because for a moment there I wanted to really, really hurt my own dad for calling your son .... son."
"Of course I care," Gibbs replied hotly to the other Tony. "He wants a dad not a sex partner. You...wanted both."
"I didn't want both at first. Took some time for Gibbs to show me .... the error of my ways," he said with a bit of a smirk. "And the thing is ... he doesn't know you care, *I* didn't know you cared either, only you do ... and my Gibbs probably too, so when you said nothing, when he blew up at Dad about that ....... he took it to mean you didn't care, that you were cool with sharing him not just sexually ... but as a son too ... and that part pushed him over the edge .... because it's that part he's been carrying around inside for a helluva lotta years for you."
Gibbs sighed and adjusted his aching ribs, looking at the younger man. “I’ve tried. He isn’t ready to listen. Too homophobic. Too…” Gibbs let out a sardonic chuckle that turned into a groan as his ribs screamed. “I’m the less inhibited one about the sexuality stuff. About feelings. Turned into a damn girl.”
"Because you love him." Tony leaned over and kissed the man softly on the lips. "I know you do, because mine loved me from the getgo, and it just took me some time to catch on. Once Tony's sure that you're not going to share him as a son, that you don't want him to call anyone else Dad but you, then he'll be ready to listen to other stuff. He's gotta get that straight in his head first, and I'm really sorry my Gibbs blew it by setting him off .... and you didn't realize to know what to do to diffuse it. That part IS my fault." He kissed the man again just a little firmer. "I should've said something."
Gibbs pulled away, shaking his head. “You know we can’t do that. It doesn’t honor either of them. If someday…with their consent…” He gave Tony2 a knowing smirk. “But not with them both gone.” He stroked a hand through Tony2’s hair. “How did you figure it out?”
"He told me one night, weeks after he broke me. He was being very romantic." Tony2 laughed a bit and snuggled down beside the man in bed, just holding him because it was nice. "Shocked the hell outta me, not that he loved me, because I sure loved him and wanted to hear it, but that he actually told me .... using candles and music ...... on a yacht, just the two of us, more romantic than anything I'd ever done in my life."
Gibbs sighed, closing his eyes. “We can be romantic when we want to be.” He couldn’t see breaking his Tony like that, but the candlelight, the music, even a boat, yeah…there was a reason he had three wives after Shannon. Even if they did eventually become exes.
“This is nice. Mine…won’t have any of it. We get closer, he runs away. He’ll do that if I tell him how much I…love him. And then what do I have? Bourbon, boat, basement, memories I don’t even own.”
"Boss." Tony came back in the room, holding hands with the other Gibbs. There was a slight rise in blood pressure at seeing his Twin in the man's bed, but Tony managed to contain it very well. "How's those ribs?"
Gibbs2 squeezed Tony’s hand, hoping he’d heard what the other Gibbs had said. “Swap positions with my Tony. Think your dad needs you as much as I need my son.”
Gibbs shrugged a little. Broken ribs, broken heart what’d it matter in the end. “I’m okay,” he said quietly, an expectant and hopeful look on his face. He’d rarely worn that expression and if Tony rejected him it would be an extra sharp blow.
"Ahhhh hi." Tony sat in the chair by the bed and smiled as his mirror self looked over at him expectantly. "We made nice in the hall, Boss. Told'm my freaking days are over. You need anything? More coffee? I'll get ya more coffee."
The two Gibbses locked gazes and nodded slightly, the injured one sending a silent thanks before he turned to Tony. “Just you…just you. Right here. Stay here with me.” His voice was soft and tender, his entire countenance one of fragile hope.
"Sure thing, Boss." He placed a slightly trembling hand on the man's arm and squeezed. He was far from alright, he was silently screaming about love and fathers and sex with men, but outwardly he was quite composed, convinced he could handle it now if he was going to be shared as Son with the other Gibbs. After all, when birthdays and Christmas came around, he'd make out like a bandit with two Dads, right?!
That crazed look in his eyes intensified for a moment. He SO couldn't handle it.
“Stop shaking, Son,” Gibbs said softly. “Just you and me here, right. Those guys look like us and may be our twins but they aren’t us. He’s gorgeous but he’s not my Tony. He’s his Tony.” And all I want is you.
He wanted to voice the words but he couldn’t. Tony’d run and he’d get crushed. “Tony, settle down. You’re not fooling me. I know you too well.” He paused, biting his lip.
“Didn’t the other Gibbs tell you to take Tony’s position? He was hugging me, not squeezing my arm.” It wasn’t lost on Gibbs how Tony had been holding the other version of himself’s hand but didn’t want to touch him.
Gibbs2 came over to his Tony and pulled him to his feet. “Five minutes to do whatever you want. Take advantage.”
"Oh right, sorry Boss." Tony said it that time straight to Gibbs2, showing a willingness to obey him too now that he was fighting hard to remain composed and make amends for earlier. "On it, Boss." He climbed into the bed and carefully hugged the man, even closing his eyes for a moment as the smell of him up close filled his senses.
"Whatever I want?" Tony2 blinked. Then he grinned. He knew what he could do to help his Twin relax more, and it would hopefully be something that wouldn't make either of the Gibbs' jealous. "Fuck me, Dad, please," he asked and then bent over the bed and unzipped Tony's fly, his other hand reaching under the pajama pants on Gibbs in that bed.
Gibbs sat stock still, surging into the hand, head resting against Tony’s. He knew his Tony would pull away, was half tensed waiting for it, but for now…incredible. He breathed in the scent of aroused males and let his eyes shut, savoring every second.
Gibbs2 smirked and grabbed some Vaseline, slicking himself up and standing behind his boy. He stripped him naked again, toying with Tony2’s hard dick. “You want me to fuck you, Son?” he asked in a voice fraught with need. “Play with them,” he whispered hotly into his Tony’s ear as he made sure he was loose. “Gonna fuck my boy good. Tell me how much you want me.”
"All the time, Dad, all the time," he moaned, arching into the fingers testing him. "You know I want you in me all the time,"
Remembering that Tony had sounded upset about something with another man with Gibbs and sucking, Tony2 chose not to use his mouth on either man in that bed. He used hands only, and because he was not just an expert with a Gibbs Model, he was certainly an expert on himself, he knew just how to grip, stroke and squeeze both shafts perfectly the way both men liked best.
The Tony in the bed moaned even louder, and seeing the eyes shut on the man next to him, he desperately tried to lock eyes with the next best thing. He stared at Gibbs2 standing behind Tony2, moaning and whimpering in confusion. "Dad?"
“No, Tony. Your dad is right beside you. He and I are just Twins.” The Gibbs behind the pierced Tony stepped back and yanked his pants fully off, then shucked his polo off as well, pressing his front against Tony2’s back. He slid a hand down Tony2’s body to jack him quickly, licking and sucking the area behind his ear.
“Gonna slide inside my son now…watch…”
Gibbs' eyes opened, hazy with lust as he moved in Tony2’s hand, his own hand beginning to roam over Tony2’s chest, finding the hardened buds of his nipples.
The uninjured Gibbs bent Tony2 over, rubbing the slick head of his dick against Tony2’s welcome hole. “Gonna shove it home right now. Show ‘em how much ya like it.”
Gibbs2 guided his blunt head inside, breaching the tight muscles and settling deep inside. “You can get loud in here, Tony,” he encouraged.
They were so damn close. Young clone Tony was teetering on the edge of compliance. And his Tony was so fucking tight.
Gibbs2 let out a long satisfied sound of need.
So did the Tony being fucked. With freedom to express, he was loud and didn't care who heard him. He panted heavily under the man, arched back and then forward into the hand playing with his pierced nipples. This was heaven. A Gibbs in front and a Gibbs behind, the one he loved with all his heart riding him deep and hard as it should be.
The Tony below closed his eyes then in defeat, fought to shut it all out, shaking his head back and forth as he bit his own lip to blood to keep from making another noise. He blew his wad practically in the face of his Twin, because no matter how much of a wreck he'd become in the misunderstanding, it was still the best damn handjob he'd ever had outside of the tub one the day before. Of course. And only one might possibly top them some day. If he ever willingly and consciously let Gibbs do it to him.
The injured Gibbs could see Tony's distress and he moved that hand off him very gently. He had the willpower to resist this and it was hurting his Tony. Instead he just watched the other couple sadly. This wasn't going to happen for him and he knew it. He wasn't going to have Tony like this, it wasn't what his Tony wanted. Something had changed and Gibbs wasn't going to fight it.
Gibbs2 had hoped Tony would cave but he was being stubborn and his Twin was defeated. He leaned over his lover and pounded him harder now, groaning into his Tony's ear, hand wrapping around his Tony's throbbing cock. "Come for me, Son. Come with me."
"Oh God yes, Dad! Yes! Yes!" Even though he knew, and had told the injured Gibbs, what had changed, he was in no place now to try to help either of them again in clearing up that issue. It was all he could do to hold on, to keep from his own explosion of pleasure, until he felt the tell-tale spasms of his lover deep within him, knowing it was time. "Yessss! I love you! I love you so much!"
As the other Tony had already climaxed and was reaching with a shaking hand to grab tissues by the bed to clean himself, the Tony in the throes of it now suddenly went face first into Gibbs on that bed, sucking in his shaft to hopefully help him along too. It was no more than Thomas had done, and the quiet Tony could only watch, stone-faced, as his counterpart did something he himself had been dreaming about off and on for two days.
Uninjured Gibbs growled his satisfaction into Tony's ear, settling against his young lover and stroking through him more slowly as he settled down. "I love you too, Son," he whispered, stroking the head that had collapsed onto the bed.
"No...no, you don't want to do that." Injured Gibbs forcibly lifted the other Tony's head away stroked his cheek. "I know you just want to help, but I don't want it that way, Tony... It's either him or not at all. I'm not in love with you," he finished in a whisper. He joined the other Gibbs' hand on the back of Tony2's head, squeezing gently, expressing his thanks to both of them for trying.
"Need to rest," he said quietly, unable to continue watching the loving couple, the starkest reminder of what he wanted but couldn't have. With one last gentle squeeze of Tony2's head and the other Gibbs' hand, he turned away as best he could, closing his eyes.
"I'll stay with him," Tony murmured to the others, nodding gratefully to Gibbs2 again for the understanding he'd shown him in the hallway as he quickly fixed his pants. He turned on his side, fortunately not his bruised kidney side, and slipped an arm around his best friend's body, moving up closely to him to rest, as friends.
"Idiot," Tony2 mumbled, though whether it was at his Twin for not going with his heart, or at Gibbs for not making it clear to his subordinate he didn't want to share him paternally, Tony's biggest fear at the moment because of the other Gibbs, wasn't clear. He was heartbroken for them and annoyed at both of them now. "We staying or leaving?" he asked his own best friend.
Gibbs pushed that arm away. "Need to rest. Go get some food or something..." He set his jaw and moved as far away from Tony as the bed would allow.
Gibbs2 shook his head, wrapping a tight arm around his own. "Don't know that we can do much more here," he told his Tony quietly, and then gave him a look, indicating that he'd do whatever his boy wanted. These two were their own worst enemies. As stubborn as he and Tony had been, they'd never gotten in the way of themselves like these two.
"I tried," Tony2 said quietly, though he knew in the quiet of the room, it was still too loud. "I told him exactly what went wrong before."
"Told who?" Tony followed Gibbs across the bed, his arm going right back where it was.
"Him," his Twin hissed.
"It's none of your business. I can handle it. I told your Gibbs out there .... I can handle it now." He even placed one soft kiss in the gray hair in front of him. "I'm sorry, Dad," he whispered by his ear. "I told him and I'm telling you now. I was outta line. So just tell me when I can put in for nine years of back presents times two, and I'm a happy boy," he tried to tease.
Gibbs went absolutely still. He didn't want Tony touching him, sure as hell didn't want him kissing him. "Have to spell it out, huh? Want to be alone, DiNozzo. Go spend time with them, Son." The last word was spoken with some heat, the reminder of what he wanted and how he consistently allowed himself to be rejected. "Let me rest, Son," he repeated, an underlying hostility continuing in his tone. He turned to look at the other Tony, the happily mated Tony. "Not all my fault, Son." This last 'son' was outright snarled.
Gibbs2 knew exactly what his Twin was doing and closed his eyes, sighing. They'd done it in every marriage. When they'd been hurt enough, when they'd rammed down their emotion enough, it came out in anger, brittle, nasty fury. He crossed the room, touching the other Tony's arm. "Buy ya some dinner, Tony. Come on. Only be gone a little while. Your dad'll be fine, right, Gibbs?" Give you time to settle down, he added silently.
"But it's your fault you're not telling him," Tony2 said, wincing at being called "son" by the other man, knowing damn well how the other Tony would take it. "It's your fault you're just perpetuating his assumption, which you just did again."
"Telling me what?!" He pulled away from the other Gibbs' touch, confused, sinking further into the back of the man who was pushing him away now. "Just leave us alone, please." He knew the man in his arms hadn't found relief like the rest of them had, but there was no way in hell he was going to offer his hand, in friendship, with them standing right over the bed watching. That his Gibbs had called the other Tony "son" hurt, and definitely perpetuated the problem, but Tony was actually proud of himself for not screwing up again, for taking it so outwardly calm and going with the flow.
"In case you missed it, kid, that was sarcasm," Gibbs shot back. He was sore and he was annoyed and he was horny and he was sick and tired of everyone discussing his damn feelings. "How bout you all leave me alone. Since I'm the one in this bed."
"So you can sink further down?" Gibbs2 shot back and just got a shrug in reply. "They aren't ready, Tony," he said sadly.
"Oh I know sarcasm when I hear it, but I honestly can't believe you'd do that ... after what I told you." He finished dressing and leaned down to kiss the injured Gibbs on the cheek. "Relax, Jethro. Whether you tell him or not, he's trying really hard to accept what he thinks you want. That says something right there."
"That's enough!" Tony shouted, shoving his Twin away from the bed, extremely sick of hearing things being said about him that made no sense to him. It felt like everyone was talking over his head. "Get out, both of you! NOW!"
"Yeah, well I can't believe you'd try to go down on me, either," Gibbs shot back. "When you're so goddamn concerned about him." He blinked a couple of times, barely resisting the urge to tell Tony to go too.
Gibbs2 stepped forward, cupping the back of the other Tony's neck for a second. "Don't give up," he said quietly. "We'll find you soon. Talk then. I'll even bring the good stuff..." Turning, he jerked his head toward the door for his Tony.
"Thomas Hilton," Tony said, climbing out of the bed to hug the other Gibbs tightly, with real emotional need. "You can find us through him. Don't be a stranger ... Dad."
"I'm concerned about both of you," pierced Tony sighed, going right back to the man's side. "I wouldn't have told you what was going on if I wasn't." He carefully put his arms around him, whispering by his ear while his Twin was tied up with the other Gibbs. "Listen to me, he loves you, you've been his world a lot longer than you think. He just needs time to see that the love he's always felt .... can be more now. He's ... we're ... not good at sharing. Thinking you're cool with something and not knowing you're not .... kills him even though he's fighting to accept it ... for you."
"And trying and being rejected over and over again kills me," Gibbs said quietly, coughing a few times and looking away. When Tony called the other man "Dad" something inside him curled up and died. All the hope he was trying desperately to hang on to. "Take care, kid," he said gently this time.
"Thomas Hilton," Gibbs2 replied and affirmed, easing back and nudging Tony's shoulder gently. "Not who you need to call that." He would be gentle with this one. He stepped back, dressing efficiently and waiting for his Tony with patience...and love. "You'll be okay, Tony. Long as you let yourself feel. He's forgotten how to feel and to live."
"I do call him that, I just did a couple minutes ago in that bed." Tony frowned, standing between the two Harmons and looking back and forth between them, not understanding at all. "I apologized for throwing a fit .... so now I'm calling ya both that. Jesus, did I fuck up again?"
Tony2 sighed and shook his head, desperately wanting to say something but feeling it wouldn't be heard, wouldn't make any difference, if it wasn't the right Gibbs.
"No," Gibbs2 said softly, mussing Tony's hair. "Just don't pull away and then go closer, and then pull away. Sends mixed messages." He pulled Tony into a tight embrace. "You want him, let him know. Don't push away." He nodded to his Tony. "Go ahead, Son. Speak."
"I ... I don't want him.... not like that. I've said that from the start," Tony protested weakly. He sighed and squatted down in front of his own Gibbs. "Boss .... Dad ... there's no mixed signals ... I'm sorry if I sent them, I didn't mean it, really, I didn't. I respect you for .... coming out of the closet ... God I respect you so much ... but I'm not gay." More like, I don't want to be gay, but Tony wasn't making that distinction yet. "Can't we be friends? Can't we be close? Can't you be my father and love me and let me love you and .. and ... " and don't share me that way with him!
But Tony didn't say that last part. He didn't dare. Throwing a tantrum once was humiliating enough as it was, especially to have it been ignored, and he wasn't about to do it again, wasn't about to humiliate himself all over again and just be ignored again for it. He tried to convince himself that after a lifetime with no real father to love, having two now was good. Who wouldn't want that?
Gibbs felt himself break apart. He looked at the uninjured man and then the other Tony as if to say ‘See. He isn’t interested and he’s just breaking me.’ “It’s okay,” he said, his voice ragged, his emotions right on the edge of breaking before he rammed them down, shoving them into the deep dark place with his memories of Shannon and Kelly.
“Forget it, Tony. It’s…okay.” He swallowed so Tony wouldn’t hear how his voice was starting to waver. “I can be your dad. I can…” He just had to get to a point where it didn’t hurt so damn bad. He looked at the other two again, knowing he wasn’t hiding his feelings from them.
“But tell me, Tony. How does that work. He’s you and you’re him. How come he’s gay and you’re not?”
"Good question." He smiled and reached out to hold the man's hand, giving it a warm squeeze. "Maybe that year made a difference. Technically, in a real life way, he's older than me ... and fat too," he couldn't resist jabbing.
“Maybe, DiNozzo…maybe. Or maybe my son is at home with who he is while you’re repressing it because you’re so wrapped up in your godforsaken masculinity that you can’t see what you're giving up.” The injured Gibbs shrugged off Tony’s touch and beckoned the other one closer, squeezing the other Tony’s hand and pulled him close for a hug. “Thanks. Thanks for showing me what…could have been, Son. You take good care of your old man. I’ll be watching.”
Gibbs2 watched his Twin’s Tony, sensing that the young man was close to exploding. He wasn’t above manipulating the situation to get everything resolved. “You want to give him a try, you both have my permission. In fact, Tony, when he’s healed, we’ll go over and visit. Carte blanche, anything goes. Maybe I’ll fuck you while he sucks you. Maybe we’ll see if you can fit both of our cocks in.”
Having his touch be shrugged off, when it had been a sincerely warm touch of friendship, of love of a son for a father, and then hear his Twin get all the attention from both of the men, made Tony do exactly what he'd promised himself he wouldn't do again. Tony tantrumed.
"You sonofabitch! Both of you! All of you!" He stood up, lifting the chair and throwing it across the room. Then he turned on his Twin, catching him by the throat and shoving him into the wall, his face purpling with rage as he tried to choke the life out of his mirror-self. "One's not enough for you, you selfish bastard! You've gotta have it all! You've gotta take him from me! But you can't have him! I'll kill you first! He's my father and I'm not sharing no matter what he fucking wants with this All In The Family bullshit!"
The Tony pinned to the wall chose not to fight and only worked to stay breathing. This was pivotal. His Twin was a wreck, a far worse wreck now than he had been when he and Gibbs2 had first arrived, and all because of one not so little misunderstanding.
Gibbs wasn’t about to stay in bed while Tony went after his Twin like that. He lurched up, pushing Gibbs2 away. His Twin backed off wisely, but stood in the ready position. He’d give it no more than fifteen seconds before he intervened.
“Get the hell off him, Tony,” Gibbs tried to roar, but it came out more an angry growl. He summoned enough strength to break the choking hold and stared down Tony. “You want me on my own terms. Other people genuinely want me without pandering to your fragile ego. Get over it. Because I’ll fuck him, Tony. I’ll fuck him real good. Ya know why? Because in my mind I’ll be fucking the one I’m in love with. You.”
He shoved Tony hard, knowing that the other Gibbs would be taking care of his own Tony.
Gibbs2 lifted Tony2’s chin, stroking Tony2’s chin, stroking the reddened skin of his throat gently. “You okay, Son?”
"No," he said honestly, holding onto the man. "If he doesn't tell him, my dumbass Twin is never going to understand."
"Go ahead and fuck him!" Tony roared back to Gibbs. "But for fuck's sake, how many sons do you need to feel like a father again?! Why aren't I enough for you?!"
“You try telling…” Gibbs2 trailed off when he heard what his Tony’s Twin said. That was a low blow even now and a year ago?
Gibbs stood there for a couple of seconds, not believing what Tony had said. Was it just yesterday he’d broken down in Kelly’s room and now this?
“Get out,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. “Get out and don’t come back.”
Tony's eyes narrowed. "I knew it," he growled. "I knew you didn't mean it. Just as bad as my real father ..... no, worse. At least alcohol was his excuse for shoving me away. All you have as an excuse is a need to be Father of the Year with every Tony you see now. I'm not enough for you, I'm just one of a bunch now .... I'm sorry," he said sarcastically, "that I love you so fucking much I don't wanna share."
Then he turned and went to the door, head held high, face composed as could be, for now.
Gibbs swallowed hard, blinking back his emotion, his fury, his anger, his feeling of complete betrayal. He opened the bathroom door and closed and locked it, throwing up, acid burning his throat, emotion burning his soul. And his ribs hurt like a bitch.
“Tony…” Gibbs2 took a step toward him and sighed, eyeing Tony2. He knew his other self best. “You or me?” he asked quietly.
"I can't be your son too. I only want one father, just him, and he just kicked me out." His arms went around the man, holding tight for a moment, pressing his lips into that familiar but not familiar neck, and then he was gone from the room, staggering down the hall the moment he thought he was alone.
“Check on him.” Gibbs2 motioned toward the bathroom door. He hadn’t thrown up since Mike had told him about 9/11 years ago. And with a broken rib or two, that had to hurt. He headed off to find Tony, wondering how in the hell to break him for good, to make him see the light.
He snuck up silently behind him, pulling him against his chest in a bear hug. “Why d’ya have to make it so hard, Tony?”
There was a brief struggle, but it was definitely half-hearted as Tony's fists stopping hitting almost as soon as they started. "Don't hate me too," he cried into the man, clinging to him. "Please don't hate me too."
“Ah, Tony. I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. He doesn’t hate you either. You just struck a really low blow there. I bet he’s been lost in what we never had pretty deep and you saying that cuts down right to the bone. You’ve never been a father. You can’t understand how he’s grieving for Kelly all over again. He wants to be your dad, but it is a touchy issue for him. That isn’t something for you to use as a weapon. Understand?”
Tony sniffed, trying valiantly to keep his wet eyes off the man's neck but failing miserably. "Not a weapon, I didn't mean it like that ... I'd never wanna hurt him."
“That was what it came across as, Tony. And if I saw it that way, I bet he did too.” He loosed his bear hug and arranged his arms in a more comforting way, letting Tony settle into his embrace. “You gotta learn the triggers. Being a dad and mourning Kelly are things he needs to hold on to right now. Don’t push it until he’s had some time to mourn that she never was his, Tony.” He cupped the younger man’s chin. “You understand me?”
She never was. Oh yeah, he understood that perfectly. How horrible of a person was he, how completely sick and selfish of a man was he that he understood so well that she never was ... and he was. My father, not hers, my mate, not Shannon's. Tony understood it so well it made him sick to his stomach in self-loathing to be capable of even thinking those things.
"Understood, Boss," he said, quickly wiping away the tears and smiling gratefully. "Tell'm I didn't mean it? I've gotta check on Princess and Simon. They're my responsibility while he's recovering." He was afraid to go back to Gibbs' room. He'd been kicked out and didn't want to get in another fight with the man. Besides, if Gibbs needed more time to mourn, if he wasn't ready to be a father again, Tony felt it would do him no good to have a troublesome son around he didn't seem to really want.
He stroked his thumbs over Tony’s cheeks, wiping those tears away. “I know him and he’s so in love with you it hurts. He thought he was a father and husband and now he doesn’t feel like he’s anyone or anything. Except a man hopelessly in love with another man who keeps insisting he isn’t bisexual. Who touches him and needs to be touched. You keep giving him these little bursts of what he could have and then you back down. Imagine how it would be if I was in love with you and not my Tony. Look at how affectionate you are with me. He’s got it bad for you.”
Gibbs2 nodded sadly, knowing Tony had enough, but before he went, he pulled out a card. “Call me. I don’t use that Internet camera doohickie but Tony does. You can always find us, Tony. And we’re always here to help.”
"Thanks" The card went in his pocket. "If we need help, I'll put out the bat signal." His smile was lopsided but genuine as he headed down the hallway again in search of the others. Had he been more affectionate with this Gibbs than his own? He didn't think so. He kept trying to be with his own, wanting desperately the man's love and approval, but it just kept backfiring on him. He felt, rightly or wrongly, that every time he put his feelings on the line he was shot down, and now he understood why finally thanks to this Gibbs explaining it. Boss needed to hold onto his daughter, needed to keep her alive whether she'd been alive or not. There was no room, at least not yet, for a son.
Tony refused to fight against those precious memories as he'd fought against his own Twin. He was a selfish bastard at heart, he knew that, but even he wouldn't sink to THAT level. Rather, he'd wait, he'd give Boss time just like Gibbs said. Not push him anymore, not do anything to make him hurt or uncomfortable about fatherhood. They'd go back to what they had in canon, and Tony would do his best to pretend the issue of fatherhood and bisexuality had never come up. He would do this for the man he loved.
Gibbs2 watched him walk away. “Don’t be a dickhead, DiNozzo,” he muttered.
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