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Title: Whore
By: nancy
Pairing: Tony/Gibbs
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: AO
Series: 1) The Ring, 2) Respite, 3) Death Match
Warnings: DARKFIC!!! rape, violence, brutality
Summary: Tony vanishes and Gibbs tracks him into the violence of a human slavery ring. Tony will do anything to be with Jethro.

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When the door opened, Tony didn't look up. It hadn't been long enough for his stomach to twinge with hunger, which meant that food wasn't being delivered. And if it wasn't food, it had to be something he didn't want, like more physical or verbal abuse.

"Look at me."

A direct order that he couldn't refuse without painful consequences. Tony looked up.

The 'nice' guard stood in the doorway, looking at him with an unreadable expression. 'Nice' as in, he didn't beat Tony unless provoked and hadn't gone at him verbally yet. He simply dropped off the food without comment, picked up the tray in exactly fifteen minutes whether it was eaten or not, and left.

Wary, Tony asked, "Yeah?"

"I've been thinking..."

This can't be good, ran through Tony's mind.

"...I could see about getting you some time with Gibbs. He's your man, right?"

Every part of Tony went on alert at the offer, like he'd been electrocuted. It had to be a trick. Licking at dry lips, he asked, "Why would you?"

"Not out of the goodness of my heart," the man answered, dry. "You could suck me off, though."

Tony's eyes widened in shock and he exclaimed, "No! Forget it!"

Shrugging, the guard said, "No skin off my dick. Just thought you might want to see Gibbs while he's still alive."

Panic followed the shock and Tony jumped to his feet, though he wasn't stupid enough to get within striking distance. "What do you mean, 'still alive?'"

"He's been moved. He's on death match, now. You didn't know?"

The mild tone didn't fool Tony. There was no way he could have known because no one ever talked to him, unless it was to hurl insults. Feeling sick, Tony questioned, "How long has he been, been fighting those?"

"About a week now. Since the last time the two of you had time together. Why do you think you got that time in the first place?"

Jesus God, no, Tony thought, staggering back against the wall. But he couldn't deny the obvious; Gibbs had bought their time together with his life. He'd probably seen there was no escape and bargained with the only thing he had left to give.

"If you're gonna puke, aim it away from me."

The guard's words broke through Tony's near-hysteria and he clamped down on all his emotions, shoving them aside to deal with later. Drawing in a shuddering breath, Tony asked, "So, if, if I suck you off, you'll give me time with Gibbs again?"

"It's not up to me. I'll try and get you time with him, but there's no guarantee."

"So you want me to give you a blowjob with no guarantee I'll even get to see him?" Tony demanded incredulously.

"It's a better deal than any of the other guards'll give you. Don't know why they haven't fucked you yet, really. It's one of the few perks around here."

That sick feeling increased and it was all Tony could do to not to throw up. Keeping his breathing shallow, thoughts whirling, he couldn't let go of the fact that Gibbs could die and he would be alone, truly alone. He could very possibly never see the other man ever again. Gibbs wasn't ancient, but he wasn't young, either. Even though he was in great shape, there was no way these would be fair fights. They would pit him against the youngest and strongest for the best entertainment factor. Gibbs' experience would only go so far; eventually, his body wouldn't be able to take the punishment and he would die in the ring.

Looking back at the guard, Tony saw that he waited with a surprising patience, as if he couldn't care less what the answer would be. And maybe he didn't. Maybe it was something that had just occurred to him and he'd decided to ask on a lark. Tony didn't really believe that, but he couldn't figure out why he was being asked instead of forced.

Not that it really mattered.

"When's his next match?"

"Tomorrow."

"And you could get him, try to get him here today?"

The guard nodded, waiting.

Tony swallowed back bile and stepped forward, forcing his feet to move him closer to the man. It helped that there was no sign of triumph on the guard's face as he unzipped and pulled out his dick. Tony dropped in front of him, relishing the pain of impact on his knees as a distraction. He'd never done this for anyone except Gibbs and then only once.

Doing his best to keep all thoughts of Gibbs from his mind, Tony hesitantly gripped the half-hard cock and stroked it a few times. Thankfully, the guy was average in size and not hung like a horse. Steeling himself, Tony continued to stroke the dick with his hand and then put his mouth on the unfamiliar body. He deliberately blanked his mind, thinking of golf stats that he would hopefully never have to think about ever again, knowing they would be forever linked to this act in his mind.

It was over fairly quickly, for which Tony was grateful. The guard didn't try to draw it out and even took hold of Tony's head to thrust in and out on his own at the end. He did force Tony to swallow, though, holding him down on his dick for several seconds as he groaned out a loud release.

When he finally let go, Tony jerked away and did actually vomit, nerves pushed beyond the point of endurance. Panting harshly, he almost didn't hear the man say, "You're a natural cocksucker, DiNozzo," before the door closed.

He threw up again until the dry heaves hit.

*  *  *  *

When the door opened again, Tony immediately looked up. This time, a scowling Gibbs stood in the door instead of the guard and he lurched to his feet, rushing forward to throw his arms around the other man.

"You have fifteen minutes. Make it count," the guard said before closing the door.

Gibbs' arms went around Tony as he demanded, "Tony, Tony what did you do?"

Face pressed to the other man's throat, Tony answered, "Doesn't matter, nothing matters except this."

"It does matter!" Gibbs exclaimed, pushing him away.

Unable to take the fury in those pale eyes, Tony hugged himself and turned away, feeling sick again as he whispered, "Please don't hate me, I can't live if you hate me."

Gibbs sighed and said, "I don't hate you, Tony, I'm just...I need to know what you did. How did you arrange this?"

Shaking his head, Tony told him, "You don't want to know, Gibbs, trust me. Isn't it enough that we're here? You said I could do whatever I had to. You said that. So I did. And now we've got about twelve minutes left."

Strong hands gripped his shoulders and Tony flinched, but Gibbs only squeezed and massaged them before pulling Tony back against him. Pressing his mouth to Tony's throat, he just held on for a minute before sliding his arms around Tony's waist. His words were quiet as he said, "You're right, I did say that. I'm sorry. Whatever you did, whatever you have to do, it doesn't matter to me. Whatever they make you do, or make you agree to do, I don't care. You're the important thing, Tony, just you."

Somehow Tony knew Gibbs would feel different if they were outside in the real world, but then, they weren't ever getting out so it didn't matter.

Turning in his lover's arms, Tony searched his eyes for any hint of disgust or lingering anger, but found nothing. He relaxed a little and asked, "Are you okay? I heard...the death matches..."

"I'm fine," Gibbs dismissed. "It's not a picnic, but I can handle myself."

Worried, Tony looked him over and saw a host of new scars forming. None of them looked like they'd been made with a weapon other than fists, though, so that was something. Before he could say anything, Gibbs cupped his chin and pulled it up, kissing him slow and sweet. Mouth opening automatically, Tony sighed into the kiss, answering it with relief and need. He found himself pressed against the wall, hands resting on Gibbs' hips as the other man plundered his mouth with tongue and teeth.

The world narrowed to just that moment, the slip and slide of their bodies together, cocks already hardening as the kissing continued without end. Gibbs' thigh pushed between Tony's legs and his fingers drew vague patterns on bare skin. He breathed in the pure smell of his lover, filing it away for later need. He took Gibbs' cock in hand almost the same moment Gibbs took his and he moaned in pleasure.

It didn't take much to come, his emotions and body too exhausted from everything to sustain itself for long. Gibbs took longer and Tony squeezed and jacked him, using his other hand to roll his balls. Then he realized just what he needed to do and dropped to his knees. He had to get control again, had to take back what the guard had stolen from him. Tony went down fast, sucking on Gibbs' dick and imprinting what he could to his memory; the vein on the underside, the slightly crooked cant to his shaft, the all-important scent of him.

When Gibbs did finally come, Tony swallowed eagerly, desperate for the taste of him to replace the sour leftover of the guard. And then Gibbs pulled him up and devoured his mouth again, thrusting his tongue in and getting some of his own come back, surprising Tony.

"Three minute warning."

Tony burrowed into Gibbs' arms, his own wrapping around the other man's waist to hold tight. "Don't you die on me, Gibbs. I will be fucking pissed if you do."

"Same here, Tony," Gibbs said roughly. "Remember, nothing matters but this. Nothing."

Nodding a bit raggedly, Tony drew back enough to stare into Gibbs' eyes, trying to memorize them.

"Time's up. C'mon, Gibbs."

Gibbs practically attacked Tony's mouth at that, savaging his lower lip with a brutal bite that drew blood.

"Now, Gibbs! If you're good, you can see your fuck-toy another day."

Snarling wordlessly at the guard, Gibbs nonetheless cupped Tony's face a last time before striding from the cell.

Tony ignored the guard's knowing smirk and turned away. He gingerly touched the bleeding wound of his lip and wished he had a mirror to see it in. Without time to actually have sex, Tony knew Gibbs had given him what he could to remind him.

Nothing else mattered.

*  *  *  *

Tony wasn't really surprised when the offer came. He was more surprised that it took a few days to be presented to him. Looking up at the guard from his usual spot in the corner on the floor, Tony's tongue slid over the partially-healed, still deep cut on his lower lip. He finally repeated, "So, Gibbs and I get one day a week together if I fuck whoever wants me."

The guard shrugged. "If they want to fuck you. Whatever they want from you, you do. If they want a blowjob, you suck them. If they want to piss in your mouth, you drink it down. And the only thing you ever say to any of them is thank you."

"A whole day?"

"Twenty-four hours."

"Uninterrupted?"

"Well, we'll bring you food, but yeah. Other than that, you can do whatever you want. Oh, and the man wants you marked, too. Said something about a blank canvas. I think he's going to pierce you, but there might be tats involved, too."

Tony swallowed at the permanence of it all. "What if I say no?"

"Then we pretty much leave you here to rot and service the guards. The way I see it, this way, you at least get something out of it, right?"

Great. So I whore myself willingly, or I get raped unwillingly, Tony thought with a soul-weary sigh. Meeting the guard's gaze, he agreed, "I'll do it."

To give the guard credit, he didn't do anything except nod and leave.

Tony sighed again and pulled his legs up to his chest, hugging them tight as he tried not to think about what was going to happen next.

He picked at the scab on his lip until it bled freely and repeated, Nothing else matters, over and over in his mind.

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Next story in series: Broken.