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Summary: Two men out for a quite drink find each other, and something more.

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NCIS > Xander-Centered > Pairing: Jethro GibbsMissEFR21616,872347319,30928 Aug 105 Sep 10Yes

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Disclaimer: Don't own or claim rights to Buffy or NCIS

A/N: This was going to be a one-shot, but I started thinking about it. I've got another four chapters (I think) roughly plotted, but that should be it.

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Gibbs and Tony were walking back to the car when the older man got a call. Thumbing the call button, he gave his name.

“Uh, hey,” a man's voice came. “I don't know if you remember -”

“Xan,” he murmured, smiling. Catching Tony's eye, he signalled for the other man to wait while he walked off for some privacy. “Of course I remember you. You back in town?”

“Just for a few days. I was just kind of wondering if you wanted to meet up?”

“I'm on a case at the moment, so I don't have much time -”

“Oh, hey, no. That's okay. I understand,” Xander interrupted quickly.

“Said I don't have much time. Didn't say I didn't have any time for you,” Gibbs countered.

“Oh,” Xander murmured. “Right.”

Gibbs smiled. “Look, Xan, I've got to go now. I'll call you when I get off, okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” Xander grinned. “Any time. I move around so much I pretty much just sleep whenever I get anything like horizontal.”

Gibbs snorted. “Remember what that's like,” he nodded.

“Okay. So. Later”

“Later, Xan,” Gibbs promised.

Tony waited until they were both settled, and Gibbs was driving, before he spoke up. “Who was that?” he fished.

“Old friend just flew in to town for a few days,” Gibbs dismissed.

~~~~~

Gibbs knocked on the door, and waited for Xander to open it. When he did so, he was treated to the image of Xander, fresh from the shower, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, using another to rub his hair dry. He grinned as he ran his eyes over the other man's body.

“Hey, Xan,” he murmured as he slipped through the door. He kicked the door shut, slid his arms around the younger man's waist and kissed him. He tugged the towel off, and dropped it to the floor, then ran his hands over Xander's back, feeling the hard muscle under his hands. He ran his fingers down the other man's spine to cup his hands around the other man's firm butt, before running a finger down the cleft to tease the tight hole. He revelled in the feel of the hard man under his hands, and the needy noises rising from his throat. Finally he broke the kiss, and examined his work. He saw the lush, bruised lips, and the wide, dark eyes, and grinned in accomplishment. “Bed,” he growled.

Xander's breath hitched at the command, and he grinned, an expression that went straight to Gibbs' cock. The older man had to force himself to look away in order to undress, but as soon as his clothes were somewhat neatly draped over a convenient chair, he was at the bed, staring down at the recumbent man smirking up at him, cock hard, and resting on the rippled stomach.

He climbed onto the bed and settled between the strong thighs, before reaching up and tweaking a flat nipple. Xander gasped, and pushed up into the touch. Gibbs claimed the open mouth, and kissed the other man until he ran out of breath. He reached out with one hand to snag the lubricant while he nibbled and sucked a trail down Xander's body. Reaching his lover's groin, he ran his tongue up his hard cock while he squeezed some gel onto his fingers.

Gibbs took the head of Xander's cock into his mouth, and Xander writhed and groaned. “Damn, Gunny,” he whispered as he splayed his legs further. Gibbs began working on the tight hole, wanting to open the younger man up quickly but carefully. Xander shifted restlessly, and ran his nails over Gibbs scalp. He wanted more. He ached for more, for the strength of the man leaning over him. To be filled, to be held by strong fingers on his hips. Memories of his previous visit combined with the deft touches of the current moment, and felt like he was going to go insane if Gibbs didn't just hurry up and -

He panted, and opened his eyes to see smug blue ones looking down at him. “About damn time,” he grinned.

Gibbs raised his eyebrows. “You disapprove of my technique?” he snorted.

“Only in that you're not doing any of it,” Xander pouted.

Gibbs withdrew and thrust back in. “That better?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, grinning. “More of that, thanks.”

Gibbs leaned down for a quick, hard kiss. “Not a problem, Soldier,” he murmured before turning his attention to giving Xander 'more'. Immediately, his world shrank to thrusts, and grunts, and Xander's restless hands running over his arms, and shoulders, and chest. Wide, dark eyes would flutter closed, and Xander would arc his head back to expose a strong neck. He watched the younger man underneath him, amazed that he could reduce someone so strong to this writhing mess of need, seeking fulfilment from his own, much older, body. Xander didn't seem to complain about the two-plus decades between them, and he wasn't about to make an issue of it. Hard, muscled thighs around his waist, and an eager, responsive lover beneath him made for a heady experience, one which he couldn't keep going forever. Or much longer at all.

He shifted his weight onto one arm, and reached between them to take Xander's purpling cock into his hand. He stroked it lightly, relishing the aching hardness covered by the silken skin. An anguished moan brought him back to the present, and he began stroking harder, in time with his own strokes into the tight body beneath him. He was panting, and he let the trickle of sweat sliding down his spine distract him, until Xander bucked up suddenly beneath him, coming hard, with a shout. He gasped at the clenching of Xander's body around him, and struggled to keep thrusting into this hot, tight body, but felt the spiralling ache push him over the edge, and he could only follow Xander into ecstasy.

“God, Xan,” he groaned hoarsely.

Xander chuckled tiredly. “Yeah.”

He waited until he had caught his breath before pulling out and disposing of his condom. He brought back a wash cloth, and gently cleaned Xander, before turning his attention to his own body. Once satisfied, he tossed the cloth back to the bathroom, and settled down beside the other man.

He began tracing over old scars he remembered from Xander's last visit, but stopped at a shiny, pale pink patch over his left hip. “This new?” he asked.

Xander twisted to check out what Gibbs was talking about. “Oh, yeah. Rome,” he added. “Down in the catacombs.”

“It looks a little like a burn,” Gibbs commented neutrally.

“Acid burn. I just about had to strip down to my shorts, but that was all I actually got on me.” He snorted. “Story of my life,” he added, disgusted. “I go to all these amazing places, and spend most of my time underground. In Rome, it was the catacombs. In Paris, it was the old sewer system. Did you know they actually do tours of the Paris sewer systems? It's sick, I tell you,” he made a face.

“And you being there wasn't?”

“That was business,” Xander dismissed. “These people do it for pleasure.”

“Well, I guess there's that. So what business do you have in the Parisian sewers and the Roman catacombs?”

Xander sighed, and slumped back onto his pillow. He stared at the ceiling for a bit, trying to figure out how to explain. “What I do is so very not of the normal. Think about your freakiest case, the one where, no matter what you do, you just can't find a reasonable explanation for it, and that's the kind of thing I deal with all the time.”

“So how do you find your answers? If there's no reasonable explanation?”

“That thing Sherlock Holmes said? 'When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?' Turns out there's a lot less of the impossible out there than just about everyone realises.”

Gibbs frowned. “So, what? Ghosts? Aliens? You going to tell me Elvis is alive, and living in Roswell?”

Xander burst into laughter at that. “No, no idea about Elvis. And I hope to God we don't get aliens. I don't need any more stress, thank you very much. No, it's more... Vampire cults, and people doing occult rituals, and weird wild animal attacks. Stuff like that. That,” he added, twisting to show off the new scar, “came from something's I'm-going-with-mouth, 'cause I sure as hell don't want it to have come from the other end. 'Cause that's just 'ew',” he grimaced.

“So you're fine with me coming in you, but not some random beastie?”

Xander's eyes dilated again, as his breath hitched. “Hell, yeah.”

Gibbs smirked. “Glad to know it, Xan,” he growled.

Xander slipped a hand around Gibbs' neck, and pulled him down for a deep kiss. Tongues tangled, and groins thrust together slowly as Gibbs' hands roamed over Xander's body. Finally Xander pulled back. “Much as I would love to get started on Round Two right now, you need to get up in the morning, and that's,” he twisted to check the clock, “a lot closer than it should be.”

“It's Saturday. Don't need to get up early.”

Xander chuckled. “Yeah. Right. So that's a six o'clock wake up, is it?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

Gibbs slapped his hip. “Ha ha.”

Xander just laughed.

“Fine,” Gibbs sighed. He rolled onto his back, and settled himself while Xander switched the lamp off, then rolled onto his side to face the older man.

“'Night, Gunny,” Xander sighed, already drifting off.

Gibbs reached up to brush his knuckles across Xander's cheek. “'Night, Soldier,” he whispered.
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