![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
koori_nekoMy first contribution to the Kink!Bingo. Prompt was Caning, so I hope I got it right. If you read it, please leave a comment.
Title: Rasputin
Chapters: OneShot
Author: kurenai_neko
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Caning, pain.
Fandom/Pairing: NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo
Disclaimer: NCIS and the characters mentioned do not belong to me in any sense, expressed or implied. No profit made etc.
Prompt: KinkBingo, Caning.
A/N: Sort of a PWP, but not really. It kinda has a plot, but...yeah....Written during a migraine episode and not beta-ed, so all mistakes are mine.
Summary: And suddenly, what was just a less-boring-than-usual social event turned way more interesting.
-----------------------------
Outfits in various colors, fabrics, and guises flashed in front of him as Tony DiNozzo leaned against a column holding the ornate ceiling in place. His own, though extremely expensive, ragged looking Medieval servant's outfit did nothing to make him stand out in the crowd of happy looking ball goers, but he supposed that was the point of the event. You were just another face, another someone no one would really remember in the morning, unless you showed up with anyone. Your friends for the evening, should you know them from work, or a club, or they were your neighbors would know you, of course. Candle lit chandeleirs hung from the ceiling, their normal electric bulbs snuffed in favor of the more atmospheric flicker of hundreds of candle sticks' faint fires.
Surveiying the crowd once more, DiNozzo had no hard time remember why they were actually in this place. Not one single person had caught his interest and the assignment, making sure the Party Hopper, a killer targeting Marine festivities, wasn't present, and if he was, that he was caught, was the only thing keeping DiNozzo from crying in boredom.
The distinctive clack-click-clack of a metal shoed cane against the stone floor made him turn his head, and breath stuck in his lungs.
Coming towards him was Gibbs, but not as Tony had ever seen him. Black, curly hair was flowing down over his shoulders, framing high cheekbones and eyes rimmed with Kohl, making the usual grim face look extremely imposing. Black robes with a high collar showed off every outline of the very fit body, the emerald trimmings making a capturing sight under a billowing cloak. On his arm was Abby, looking like the cat who fell into the cream, her own hair it tasteful corkscrews, her white Renessaince dress a perfect compliment to Gibbs' dark robes. It was obvious from her face that she was responsible for the Boss' garbs.
"Boss. Abigail."
Tony inclined his head at them both, his eyes lingering for a second on the cane supposedly supporting Gibbs. Oak, with silver inlays, and a handle the shape of a wolf's head.
As Abby kicked his leg Tony frowned, then remembered his chosen role and bowed deep.
"Are you quite done now?" Gibbs sounded both exasperated and amused.
"What crawled up and died in your...?"
"Don't finish that, Dinozzo. I feel ridiculous."
"But you look smashing like Rasputin, Gibbs."
"Just because I look ok, doesn't mean I have to like it, Abs."
So Abby had succeeded in dressing Gibbs up as the Russian warlock. How oddly fitting. Tony couldn't help but to wonder if Gibbs knew what that cane could be used for, or if he, Tony, really would like to know.
"Who are you then, lovely?" Tony tried his best to not look at Gibbs, feeling his all-too-showing leggings grow a bit uncomfortable, addressing Abby instead.
"Me? Just a lady-in-waiting at the court. A servant, just like you apparently are."
"Isn't that true? Always a servant to a better master."
Tony could have bitten his tongue when he saw the older man raise an eyebrow and scrutinize him closely. Suddenly it became hard to meed those black framed eyes, filled with a calculating curiousity Tony was sure he really didn't like aimed at him. Instead he grasped the first straw he could come by and said,
"How did you get him to don the hair, Abs?"
"That? It was easy..." She trailed off at Gibbs's glare. "Ok...maybe not so easy. It took some persuading, but a good bribe goes a long way."
The mischievous glint in her beautiful eyes made something in Tony want to growl at her. Somehow, he was sure the bribe was somehow connected to him, and that gibbs wuldn't hesitate to collect. Not that Tony would mind it if...He quickly killed that Chaos Train of thought. Shagging the boss could only lead to trouble, especially his very much ex-Marine boss.
Abby suddenly gave a little squea and ran off into the crowd, obviously having spotted a friend or two. Tony, not liking the awkwardness he felt when she had gone, quickly suggested they split up to scan the room and without really waiting for consent, set off towards the bar, eyes darting over the mingling and dancing people.
Four drinks later, not that he counted, he saw that bollowing cloak make its way towards him again, but before Gibbs could reach him, there was a commotion, and their attention turned to Abby's angry, loud curses.
When they reached her, they saw her standing between two other undercover agents, apparently there to releave Gibbs' team, and a fourth figure laying on the floor, whimpering, his hands over his nose and eyes.
"What happened, Abby?"
"He tried to cut me, Gibbs!! Dirty bastard crept up behind me and tried to stab me in the neck." Her eyes were flashing in anger, and her chest was heaving. "So I maced him and I think I broke his nose."
"In the neck? Isn't that the MO of the other killings, Boss?"
"It is, DiNozzo. But this seems almost too easy..."
It was too easy. Even though they had a live witness to one attack, they couldn't get the guy, Morgan Arder, tied to the murders of four more Marines without a confession. A confession that made them wait seven more hours for it. By then the sun had started to rise again, and Tony couldn't wait to get out of his masquerade costume. It had started to itch, and the looks he got from the agents coming in at the crack of dawn was really getting on his nerves. Not to mention the way Gibbs had been playing with the handle of his cane since the interogation began. When Arder finally cracked, Tony was close to screaming with boredom and hornyness. He quickly made his way to the elevator, and started hitting his head against the metal wall even before the doors shut completely. The thumping prevented him from hearing them slide open again and he jumped when he heard Gibbs'
"Don't destroy what's left of your mind, DiNozzo."
"G-Gibbs. Sorry, loooong night."
"Mmm."
The carriage started moving, but suddenly Gibbs pressed the stop button and pounced on him. Pushed up into a corner, steely hand at his collar bone, Tony couldn't not look into the older man's stormy eyes, and he swallowed hard. Gibbs perfume and the faint scent of Kohl went straight into Tony's senses and, combined with being cornered, a strong body pressed against his own, felt himself harden painfully.
Gibbs chuckled darkly and leaned in to whisper
"So, I was right then." Then he stepped back, letting Tony slump down against the railing. He could see Gibbs still watching him intently and the older man's gaze followed his own to the wodden cane leaning against the closed door.
"I see."
----------------------------------------------------
Later that week Tony would have no recollection as to how he relocated from the elevator to laying on his back on Gibbs bed, naked, strands from the black wig they had failed to remove tickling his abdomen. All he could recall was the pleasure running up his spine at Gibbs every whisper over his skin, that oh-so-wicked tongue playing over his collar bones, pausing at a nipple to bite, first gently, then harder, making Tony moan and thrash on the white sheets.
The older man looked up at the loud moan and smiled.
"Like that?"
Tony could just nod, words abandoning him completely. He swallowed hard, twice, and wet his lips.
"I-..I like pain...but..."
"You want something else? Something more?" Dark eyes flashing in triumph, or was it just Tony's imagination?
"Y-yes...please..."
"You don't have to beg me, Tony. Just ask."
Tony's gaze fell on the oak-and-silver cane again, and then he looked away, blushing. Tentatively looking up at the older man, Tony saw Gibbs biting his lower lip. Then Gibbs got off the bed and walked over to the pine dresser.
"Turn over, Tony."
Tony did what he was told and buried his face in his hands. He shivered in anticipation as he heard wood against wood, signaling the opening of a dresser drawer. Then everything went quiet and he purred a little as he felt the bed dip slightly.
Something cold and pointed traced down over his spine and he could tell it wasn't the thick cane he'd been eyeing, but it felt like a cane alright.
"You know what this is?"
"Yes." Voice muffled by the sheets.
"You've had one used on you before?"
"Yeah." Tony shifted slightly to accomodate his erection.
"Look at me."
Looking up, he saw the thin willowy cane laying across Gibbs lap, not two inches from a very impressive hard-on. Gibbs had also tied back the wig from his face, the effect becoming if possible even more stunning, his eyes shining clearly in the dim room.
"How much can you take?"
Tony had to swallow around a lump in his throat before answering.
"About eight. Ten if I'm wound up. Less sometimes. Sometimes more. Depending on how...eh..hard the blow is..."
"Get on your knees and hold on to the headboard."
Hurrying to obey, he felt like everything was closing in on him, and he had to shake his shoulders to rid himself of a creeping shiver that just wouldn't go away.
"Ready?" And the the cane fell.
The blow wasn't hard, more testing than with meaning, but the following three had Tony whimpering, then moaning as warmth flooded his back and ass. He gave up a shout as the cane laded on his thighs, making him fall forward, pain shooting up his spine. Tears fell down his cheeks to land, unnoticed on the pillow. Another strike, this time on the small of his back, had Tony's knees buckle completely, and the force of the next was dampened slightly by the mattress.
He could no longer tell pain from pleasure and as the next blow had him rock forward into the in an attempt to not-quite get away the world whited out as he came, hard.
Tony came down from the high to a luke warm wash cloth on his face. He blinked as it moved down his body, carefully avoiding any sensitive areas.
"So, you're back. Good. Thought you were falling asleep on me."
Shaking himself out of the warm and fuzzy glow, Tony tried to focus, even though it wasn't easy.
"Did you...?"
"Don't worry about me. There's always some other time."
Title: Rasputin
Chapters: OneShot
Author: kurenai_neko
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Caning, pain.
Fandom/Pairing: NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo
Disclaimer: NCIS and the characters mentioned do not belong to me in any sense, expressed or implied. No profit made etc.
Prompt: KinkBingo, Caning.
A/N: Sort of a PWP, but not really. It kinda has a plot, but...yeah....Written during a migraine episode and not beta-ed, so all mistakes are mine.
Summary: And suddenly, what was just a less-boring-than-usual social event turned way more interesting.
-----------------------------
Outfits in various colors, fabrics, and guises flashed in front of him as Tony DiNozzo leaned against a column holding the ornate ceiling in place. His own, though extremely expensive, ragged looking Medieval servant's outfit did nothing to make him stand out in the crowd of happy looking ball goers, but he supposed that was the point of the event. You were just another face, another someone no one would really remember in the morning, unless you showed up with anyone. Your friends for the evening, should you know them from work, or a club, or they were your neighbors would know you, of course. Candle lit chandeleirs hung from the ceiling, their normal electric bulbs snuffed in favor of the more atmospheric flicker of hundreds of candle sticks' faint fires.
Surveiying the crowd once more, DiNozzo had no hard time remember why they were actually in this place. Not one single person had caught his interest and the assignment, making sure the Party Hopper, a killer targeting Marine festivities, wasn't present, and if he was, that he was caught, was the only thing keeping DiNozzo from crying in boredom.
The distinctive clack-click-clack of a metal shoed cane against the stone floor made him turn his head, and breath stuck in his lungs.
Coming towards him was Gibbs, but not as Tony had ever seen him. Black, curly hair was flowing down over his shoulders, framing high cheekbones and eyes rimmed with Kohl, making the usual grim face look extremely imposing. Black robes with a high collar showed off every outline of the very fit body, the emerald trimmings making a capturing sight under a billowing cloak. On his arm was Abby, looking like the cat who fell into the cream, her own hair it tasteful corkscrews, her white Renessaince dress a perfect compliment to Gibbs' dark robes. It was obvious from her face that she was responsible for the Boss' garbs.
"Boss. Abigail."
Tony inclined his head at them both, his eyes lingering for a second on the cane supposedly supporting Gibbs. Oak, with silver inlays, and a handle the shape of a wolf's head.
As Abby kicked his leg Tony frowned, then remembered his chosen role and bowed deep.
"Are you quite done now?" Gibbs sounded both exasperated and amused.
"What crawled up and died in your...?"
"Don't finish that, Dinozzo. I feel ridiculous."
"But you look smashing like Rasputin, Gibbs."
"Just because I look ok, doesn't mean I have to like it, Abs."
So Abby had succeeded in dressing Gibbs up as the Russian warlock. How oddly fitting. Tony couldn't help but to wonder if Gibbs knew what that cane could be used for, or if he, Tony, really would like to know.
"Who are you then, lovely?" Tony tried his best to not look at Gibbs, feeling his all-too-showing leggings grow a bit uncomfortable, addressing Abby instead.
"Me? Just a lady-in-waiting at the court. A servant, just like you apparently are."
"Isn't that true? Always a servant to a better master."
Tony could have bitten his tongue when he saw the older man raise an eyebrow and scrutinize him closely. Suddenly it became hard to meed those black framed eyes, filled with a calculating curiousity Tony was sure he really didn't like aimed at him. Instead he grasped the first straw he could come by and said,
"How did you get him to don the hair, Abs?"
"That? It was easy..." She trailed off at Gibbs's glare. "Ok...maybe not so easy. It took some persuading, but a good bribe goes a long way."
The mischievous glint in her beautiful eyes made something in Tony want to growl at her. Somehow, he was sure the bribe was somehow connected to him, and that gibbs wuldn't hesitate to collect. Not that Tony would mind it if...He quickly killed that Chaos Train of thought. Shagging the boss could only lead to trouble, especially his very much ex-Marine boss.
Abby suddenly gave a little squea and ran off into the crowd, obviously having spotted a friend or two. Tony, not liking the awkwardness he felt when she had gone, quickly suggested they split up to scan the room and without really waiting for consent, set off towards the bar, eyes darting over the mingling and dancing people.
Four drinks later, not that he counted, he saw that bollowing cloak make its way towards him again, but before Gibbs could reach him, there was a commotion, and their attention turned to Abby's angry, loud curses.
When they reached her, they saw her standing between two other undercover agents, apparently there to releave Gibbs' team, and a fourth figure laying on the floor, whimpering, his hands over his nose and eyes.
"What happened, Abby?"
"He tried to cut me, Gibbs!! Dirty bastard crept up behind me and tried to stab me in the neck." Her eyes were flashing in anger, and her chest was heaving. "So I maced him and I think I broke his nose."
"In the neck? Isn't that the MO of the other killings, Boss?"
"It is, DiNozzo. But this seems almost too easy..."
It was too easy. Even though they had a live witness to one attack, they couldn't get the guy, Morgan Arder, tied to the murders of four more Marines without a confession. A confession that made them wait seven more hours for it. By then the sun had started to rise again, and Tony couldn't wait to get out of his masquerade costume. It had started to itch, and the looks he got from the agents coming in at the crack of dawn was really getting on his nerves. Not to mention the way Gibbs had been playing with the handle of his cane since the interogation began. When Arder finally cracked, Tony was close to screaming with boredom and hornyness. He quickly made his way to the elevator, and started hitting his head against the metal wall even before the doors shut completely. The thumping prevented him from hearing them slide open again and he jumped when he heard Gibbs'
"Don't destroy what's left of your mind, DiNozzo."
"G-Gibbs. Sorry, loooong night."
"Mmm."
The carriage started moving, but suddenly Gibbs pressed the stop button and pounced on him. Pushed up into a corner, steely hand at his collar bone, Tony couldn't not look into the older man's stormy eyes, and he swallowed hard. Gibbs perfume and the faint scent of Kohl went straight into Tony's senses and, combined with being cornered, a strong body pressed against his own, felt himself harden painfully.
Gibbs chuckled darkly and leaned in to whisper
"So, I was right then." Then he stepped back, letting Tony slump down against the railing. He could see Gibbs still watching him intently and the older man's gaze followed his own to the wodden cane leaning against the closed door.
"I see."
----------------------------------------------------
Later that week Tony would have no recollection as to how he relocated from the elevator to laying on his back on Gibbs bed, naked, strands from the black wig they had failed to remove tickling his abdomen. All he could recall was the pleasure running up his spine at Gibbs every whisper over his skin, that oh-so-wicked tongue playing over his collar bones, pausing at a nipple to bite, first gently, then harder, making Tony moan and thrash on the white sheets.
The older man looked up at the loud moan and smiled.
"Like that?"
Tony could just nod, words abandoning him completely. He swallowed hard, twice, and wet his lips.
"I-..I like pain...but..."
"You want something else? Something more?" Dark eyes flashing in triumph, or was it just Tony's imagination?
"Y-yes...please..."
"You don't have to beg me, Tony. Just ask."
Tony's gaze fell on the oak-and-silver cane again, and then he looked away, blushing. Tentatively looking up at the older man, Tony saw Gibbs biting his lower lip. Then Gibbs got off the bed and walked over to the pine dresser.
"Turn over, Tony."
Tony did what he was told and buried his face in his hands. He shivered in anticipation as he heard wood against wood, signaling the opening of a dresser drawer. Then everything went quiet and he purred a little as he felt the bed dip slightly.
Something cold and pointed traced down over his spine and he could tell it wasn't the thick cane he'd been eyeing, but it felt like a cane alright.
"You know what this is?"
"Yes." Voice muffled by the sheets.
"You've had one used on you before?"
"Yeah." Tony shifted slightly to accomodate his erection.
"Look at me."
Looking up, he saw the thin willowy cane laying across Gibbs lap, not two inches from a very impressive hard-on. Gibbs had also tied back the wig from his face, the effect becoming if possible even more stunning, his eyes shining clearly in the dim room.
"How much can you take?"
Tony had to swallow around a lump in his throat before answering.
"About eight. Ten if I'm wound up. Less sometimes. Sometimes more. Depending on how...eh..hard the blow is..."
"Get on your knees and hold on to the headboard."
Hurrying to obey, he felt like everything was closing in on him, and he had to shake his shoulders to rid himself of a creeping shiver that just wouldn't go away.
"Ready?" And the the cane fell.
The blow wasn't hard, more testing than with meaning, but the following three had Tony whimpering, then moaning as warmth flooded his back and ass. He gave up a shout as the cane laded on his thighs, making him fall forward, pain shooting up his spine. Tears fell down his cheeks to land, unnoticed on the pillow. Another strike, this time on the small of his back, had Tony's knees buckle completely, and the force of the next was dampened slightly by the mattress.
He could no longer tell pain from pleasure and as the next blow had him rock forward into the in an attempt to not-quite get away the world whited out as he came, hard.
Tony came down from the high to a luke warm wash cloth on his face. He blinked as it moved down his body, carefully avoiding any sensitive areas.
"So, you're back. Good. Thought you were falling asleep on me."
Shaking himself out of the warm and fuzzy glow, Tony tried to focus, even though it wasn't easy.
"Did you...?"
"Don't worry about me. There's always some other time."
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2009-09-02 03:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-02 03:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-02 03:56 pm (UTC)I love it that you liked it, and hell to the YES, Gibbs would look awesome dressed up like Rasputin. I had to pause while writing... ahem...
It wasn't hard to find the pairing for the prompt, but it was harder to make it work. Happy you liked it.
no subject
Date: 2010-02-19 12:57 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
no subject
Date: 2010-02-19 01:10 am (UTC)