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Role Reversal
For capecodgirl: Tony/Gibbs, Tony as aggressor. (239 words)
Gibbs knew he was in trouble the instant the door slammed shut behind Tony. He rose from his seat at the kitchen table, a little wary of the hot look in Tony's eyes, and made it two steps before Tony shoved him up against the wall and kissed him so hard it nearly drew blood. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Tony hissed, hands on Gibbs' shoulders, holding him in place. "Did you think I wouldn't know?"
"Tony--" Gibbs paused, looking for the right words.
"You didn't have a fucking vest on!" Tony exploded. "You walked right into the middle of a sting and you didn't have a fucking vest!"
"If I'd worn one--"
Tony shoved him again, kissing him almost brutally hard. "You want to take chances?" he demanded. "You want to ride that edge?"
Gibbs stayed quiet. Nothing he said now would calm Tony down. The problem was, he didn't know what would.
"Fine." Tony stepped away from him, yanking his wrist. "Upstairs. Now."
"Excuse me?"
"You want that edge, you'll get it. Upstairs."
He'd never seen Tony like this before, never seen Tony's explosive temper this focused, and it was about as disconcerting as it was...arousing. God, he was in trouble.
And later, when he lay in bed, exhausted and sated, his ass burning and Tony asleep next to him, he realized--much to his dismay--that he wouldn't mind it more often.
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