Jethro gets up (Better if I call for breakfast...If I go to the kitchen these two shall call the Special Forces!), takes his phone and orders a succulent meal for three. He feels hungry and healed...God, he hasn't felt so good in years! He decides for a quick shower (It must be fast, or one of these two shall join me and I will end milked again and again!), dresses conveniently with a simple pair of jeans and an old Marine's sweater and slippers before going to sit down beside the window.
It is a beautiful sunny morning: even if not too early, the pink shades of what must have been a fantastic dawn already colour the splendid garden of which, is in bloom and,when Jethro opens slightly the window, a soft but penetrating odour that mixes wild flowers and fresh oranges. He breathes in that scent, lets it intoxicate his lungs, his being, closing his eyes and smiling.(Perhaps...perhaps there is already a luminous future waiting for me...for us...somewhere?)
Three knocks at the door announce that the breakfast has arrived and Jethro licks his lips, anticipating the same pleasure of a deliciously just prepared meal.

He enjoys the fruit as he waits for his Lovers to awake and smirks as they move as one
"Gunny...?"
"Jet...?"
He rolls his eyes at the panic he spots and whistles to get their attention as he munches on his his toast.
They jump and snaps their heads in the direction of the sound before instantly calming at the sight of Jethro dressed and eating.
He smirks as both men stalk up to him and he chuckles as they both sit on his lap while both attempt to feed from his mouth.

"Easy, easy! You shall provoke me a hernia!" Jethro is bothered by the two men's weight (These two are heavy ones!).
"Where?" Tony asks, while chewing on a biscuit "In your testicles?"
Jethro sighs "No, Tony, they are already so naturally..."
"Yes! Big, heavy, round" Tony continues chewing and licks his fingers "Not round"
Damon observes "They have the shape of two eggs...ovoid form"
"And you say this to me, Damon? Please! They are round!"
"Ovoid"
"Round!"
"Ovoid!"
Jethro gets decidedly angry and explodes "SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU! AND LEAVE ME EAT IN PEACE!"

They both look at him in shock before slitting their eyes and turning back to one another
"Round"
"Ovoid"
"Round!"
"Ovoid!"
"Round!"
"Ovoid"
Jethro huffs as he rolls his eyes and shifts until he can grab a slice of bacon but growls as Tony pauses mid-argument to attempt to bite his bacon

"Tony, I'm being serious. I'm hungry, I have been eating only candy for a long while, or hospital porridge...and I need solid meals" he smiles, mischievously "Or I won't be able to give you what you want..."
"Yes, it's true" Damon says, when speaking with his mouth full "It is like with cows: my GrandDad had a pasturage farm and, if the cows didn't eat properly their pasture...there wasn't any milk!"
"I'm not a cow, Damon" Jethro corrects, but he can't hide his leisurely amused smile "But I shall end like an ox if you two don't leave me a bit of privacy when eating, showering...or even urinating"
"Or shaving" Tony says "You have scruff...I don't like the scruff, it itches
(Oh, God! These two are hopeless!, Jethro thinks), but he also feels like the happiest man on Earth: the two younger men, two amazingly handsome younger men, are absolutely crazy in love with him...and he has done almost nothing for to have received that immense devotion from two young, honest, beautiful and proud men, who could have aspired easily to something better...say, a rich man, a millionaire, a celebrity...

Once he has had his fill, he leans back in his chair and begins to doze...only to jerk awake as Tony and Damon tug him into the Bathroom
"Time you had that fur gone"
"And a proper Marine cut!"
Jethro huffs as both men strip him down before making him sit and he stays still as Tony runs the slit throat razor along his cheek
"Lets make you clean shaven"

Jethro stays still and patiently allows the two men to groom him (I feel like a pleasure dog!)
Damon works on the Marine haircut, he used to help the haircutter when he was in the corps.
Tony, emulating Figaro, the famous 'Barber of Seville', sings and proceeds to shave Jethro's face till it remains softy and silken as a baby's one.
(I can complain, but these two adore me...I can't believe how fortunate I am, Jethro thinks, satisfied)

Jethro smiles as he stands and chuckles as Damon and Tony strip him before tugging him into the shower.
Tony practically purrs as he runs his fingers through the shorter hair while Damon does the same as he rubs his cheek against Jethros now bare ones.
Jethro keeps still as both men touch him all over...only to jump as Tony sinks into his relaxed body while Damon drops to his knees before him. He gasps as his hard cock is swallowed at the same time Tony thrusts into him. A groan of appreciation escapes his chest as his body is used for pleasure as he is swallowed and fucked until he cries out before his knees give way.
Damon quickly pulls off and grabs the silver haired Marine before he hits the ground. He smirks as he helps him onto his feet before kissing Tony and sharing his prize.
Tony groans in delight at the taste of Jets cum mixed with the taste of pure Damon.

They decide to take a walk around and dress quickly: Tony with a green shirt and jeans, Damon with a grey shirt and combat trousers, and Jethro dresses again with his faded Marines' sweater, jeans and slippers.
"Does anyone know what Tobias Fornell shall do with that individual? The Jade Hyena?" Damon asks, chewing on a candy
"I have no idea" Jethro replies "But, if Tobias Fornell is the kind of man I think he is, he shall help the poor unfortunate disabled"
"Ha, you're talking too much! Too much! Not good, not good! It seems you're worried about that guy!?"
"Tony, I repeat: he saved me and I am a Marine...we are Marines" he includes Damon in his statement with a gesture of his hand "So, we never leave a man behind..."

+NCIS+

(Later)

Jethro gently knocks on the door before opening it "Tobias? May I come in?" as he hears an 'Enter', he does so and smiles at the sight of Kort hugging his own 'illow while curled up against Tobias's side.
Kort smiles "Fox see Jad and Toby?"
He nods and heads over "Hey Jad...how are you?"
Kort gives him a shy smile as he holds up his new hand "Lefty back! Toby get Jad new hand!"
Jethro chuckles and softly touches the life-like hand "Good...I am happy for you" with that he turns to Tobias "And you also"

Tobias sighs "I'm thinking in to retire, leaving the Club to Ducky. They shall administrate it very well...I have gained a lot with this through the years and I acquired a beautiful property by the sea"
"And what shall happen to...?" Jethro points to Kort, who is now enjoying a candy cane Jethro has brought for him.
Tobias looks at his employee with a strong resolution depicted in his eyes, a strong and sincere resolution "He shall be with with me. I will take care of Kort..." he turns to face the man "Yes, baby"
"Yes...Toby good...Toby likes Jad! And 'illow!"

Tobias smirks as he kisses the top of his head before turning to Jethro "I do however have a proposition for yourself, Mr Werth and Mr DiNozzo"
Jethro cocks his head to oneside and frowns "What?"
He shrugs "As I am 'retiring' and taking a backseat...I would like yourself and your Lovers to take over and run the Club for myself as I look after Trent and give him the attention he needs"
Kort looks up with a smile as he enjoys his sweet before pressing against Tobias's side "Toby scratch Jad balls?" with that he takes his Lovers hand and shoves it down his slacks, arching up in pleasure at the contact "Jad loves Toby! And 'illow!"
Jethro clears his throat and stands "Gunny er...I mean...I shall give you both some privacy" he goes to leave but turns back "I need to chat with Dam and Tone before giving you a finally answer on your offer"
Tobias nods and waits for him to leave and shut the door before taking Korts lips in a gentle kiss

+NCIS+

Still blushing as red as a tomato, Jethro goes to the little bar, where Jimmy is pouring drinks for Tony and Damon: Bacardi for the ex-Corporal and Tequila for Tony.
"Do you want something, Fox...eeeh, Gunny?" Jimmy asks when the silver haired man arrives and takes a seat in between the other two.
"Only coffee, thanks Palmer" he replies and everybody has no doubts: the old Jethro, the tough ex-Marine, is finally back "Tobias made me a proposal" Jethro begins, without more hesitation "He offered us...the three of us...the Club management"
"No way!" Tony exclaims, absolutely stunned, but happy
"How...how would be that, Gunny" Damon asks
"We should manage the club, like Owners, in a triple partnership and Tobias shall have some profit, but like a silent partner along with the Duck, who is also retiring with Gerald"
"Hey, it sounds amazing, man!" Tony is almost dancing.

Jethro rolls his eyes as Tony bounces in his seat and nods to Jimmy as he accepts his coffee, after taking a sip of the strong brew he asks "Would we be able to fully run the Club?"
Tony huffs "Jethro, I come from a business background and so, I should know how to run this Club" he turns on his seat "Are you having regrets?"
He keeps quiet as he drinks his coffee before sighing "I dunno know...I still refer to myself as Gunny and chew 'illow...can I really be of any use?"

"Oh, don't worry! That is one of your charms, Jethro! You always will be delicious...even chewing your 'illow"
Damon speaks, with his mouth full and chewing an enormous sandwich "It could be worse, Tony...did you see that guy who is with Tobias? This one is hopeless, I think"
Jethro replies with a sad voice "Poor Jade...He has lost more than the half of his brain"
Tony munches his sandwich, after to have added almost a flask of mayonnaise in it "Pschs...If he ever had a brain!"
Jethro goes into a rage "Stop with that, Tony! Stop being so ridiculously jealous! Stop! And be a little more HUMAN! He is a poor disabled...and not like my case, that was temporary...but his case is for life!"

Jethro glares at him and stands "I've had enough of you..."
Tony slowly swallows his mouthful and goes to touch him, only to yelp in shock and slight pain as his hand is twisted behind his back
"Don't TOUCH Gunny!" with that he pushes him into the table as he storms off and tries to calm down his murderous rage.
Damon sighs as he watches Jethro leave and huffs as he blocks Tonys way "No...let him calm down Tony" at the green eyed glare, he shrugs "He feels guilt for the Jade Hyena...he believes that if he didn't get caught, Trent would still be the rude British Bastard we knew instead of Jad...the broken man"

"I don't care if the guy is the British Bastard ex-CIA or if he is the idiot that lies down in Tobias' private chambers! I don't want him messing around you both! Overall messing around Jethro!"
Damon sighs and after to have indicated a seat for Tony to sit down, he begins "Tony, there is something you should know about me"
"Wha..?"
"Don't interrupt me, Tony, please" See, I always wanted to be a Marine, since my childhood. I was thin, weak, somewhat stupid, the brunt of jokes of all my companions at day, I gathered strength (the strength I can't!) to face my Mum and told her that I would go to Washington, to the Navy Headquarters and would return converted into a real Marine, as my GrandDad had been. Mum cried, sighed...but she understood I should move on...and I did as I said. I entered, but was rejected..but I insisted, kept insisting...until some guys offered me the possibility of to do some kind of 'experiment' for to increase my strength, abilities and power. I accepted, I signed. I was submitted and they turned me into a fully fledged Marine. I went to Iraq, I fought for my Country! God, I was proud! But when I came back home, nobody was waiting for me...There wasn't any victory parade for the Corporal Damon Werth and his bunch of poor injured men. I went into a hospital and later, into a mental facility...it had happened while I was in the front!? The experiment went wrong and my mind got compromised, seriously compromised, Tony. I was diagnosed as a schizophrenic, Tony! I never gave up! I raised myself from the ashes! I was a Marine!"
"What do you mean with all of this?" Tony asked, feeling a strong heartache
"I mean you can't judge people, Tony, never. I ask: would you consider me a schizophrenic or a fully fledged ex-Marine?"
"A Marine!" Tony exclaimed, touched "So fully fledged as Jethro is!"
"Then, Tony, please...don't judge...and this mercy, this compassion you showed when listening to my story...or at least a bit of it...please...give at least a little of it to our poor unfortunate friend..."

+NCIS+

Jethro paces the floor and keeps running his hand through his shorten hair as he tries to calm himself down. He growls as his anger refuses to go and he turns with a roar as he punches through the wall...but flinches as a jade eye looks at him in fear. He winces as he removes his fist from the hole in the wall and give Kort a soft smile "Hey Jad"
Kort chews his 'illow as he gives the man a wary look "Fox hit Jad?" at the shake of the head, he slowly moves forward and hugs the man "Fox sad? Jad hug Fox! Make Fox better"
He chuckles as he hugs him back and slides down the wall onto the floor with Kort in his arms "I'm Sorry Jad...you should have left me there to die"
Kort looks up and shakes his head "No! Jad save Fox! Jad love Fox! But Jad love Toby more"
Jethro sniffs and hugs him tight "But saving me...caused you to become like this! You and Tobias would have been happy together forever!"
He smiles as he chews his 'illow "Jad and Toby are forever! Toby give Jad new Lefty!" with that he holds up his life-like hand "Jad happy as Jad is!" he looks up and kisses Jethros tears away "Jad no like Fox crying"

Jethro feels deeply touched by the poor man's attitude and helps him to his feet, noticing the unfortunate disabled looks weeping and saddened
"Jad no like sad fox! Jad is sad if Fox is sad!" then he searches in his jacket pocket and takes out a copybook "See...Jad likes to draw...Jad drawn his friends" The copybook contains images that remind animals, but with the name of each staff member of the Club "Fox is a fox! Dam is a lion! Toby is a crocy"
"Crocodile?" Jethro asks, amused Kort nods vigorously
"Crocy is Jad's favourite! See more...more!" He claps his two hands, the real and the fake one, in excitement, while Jethro turns the pages "Tim is a quirrel"
"Squirrel" Jethro corrects, very sweetly
"Jim is a Ingy"
"Ingy?"
"Ya...Lives in ice!"
"Ah, penguin, yes, a penguin! Good!" Jethro turns the pages, smiling (poor man!), and discovers an image that represents clearly a donkey "Donkey?"
"Ya! Onkey is...Tone! Tone no like Jad...Tone bad with Jad!"
Jethro can't help himself and ends laughing "A donkey! Yes, you are right! Tony is an ass!"
"Ya, ya! Jad smart! Jad...knows!" He goes to scratch his groin but Jethro stops him
"Jad, don't do that here...please? This is to do in private!"
"Private?"
"Yes, with Toby there...but nit here, please, Jad"
"But it itches!"
"Well, go to the bathroom, then...but not here, we are in the corridors"
"I'm Sorry" the poor man lowers his head, in a devastating gesture...He looks sad and ashamed, feeling really guilty...

Jethro sighs and slowly gets up with Kort and gently leads him back to his room before curling up around him "Lets wait for Tobias to come back"
Kort nods and sits up, pushing at Jethros chest until he moves onto his back and uses his chest as a table as he continues drawing.
Jethro chuckles as he watches him work and begins to doze in the mans comfortable company.
After an hour or so, Kort sighs as he has run out of paper and looks around for some, only to sigh as their is none. He turns as Jethro stretches out and watches as his shirt rides up and smiles as an idea comes to mind. He silently heads over and gently strips the sleeping man to his boxers before using his black sharpie marker to draw on the Marines skin while he sleeps

Jethro is sound asleep and can't see how Jade Hyena is drawing an entire farm with animals all over his chest, making a pond with his navel (this is sunk, Jad shall 'draw' fishes 'swimming' here!), and transforming his pubic hair in a wood (these are the trees!)
Suddenly, Jethro awakes and seeing that Kort is dangerously lowing his pencil toward his groin, stops him, almost violently "What are you doing!?"
The poor man almost faints, he screams in fear and begins to rock, crying desperately "No! No! Please! Please...don't hurt Jad! Jad didn't want to hurt Fox! Please! Please...do not hurt Jad!"
In this very moment Tobias storms into the room and gets terrified by the sight "What happened? Jethro...what happened!? What are you doing here and why are you all over covered by drawings?"
Kort throws himself into Tobias' arms "Don't let him hurt Jad, Toby! Jad was drawing...Jad wanted to draw!"
Jethro is astonished, being already half asleep "I'm Sorry, Tobias...I fell asleep and he began to draw all over my chest...I'm Sorry, I shouldn't have scared him this way!" he searches in his pocket "Take this, Fox wants to be your friend again! Go with Toby to purchase candy!"
The sole mention of the word 'candy' enlightens the poor disabled's tearful eye "This is for...Jad?"
"Yes! Only for you! So, you can have more candy! And only for you!"
He throws his arms around Jethro's neck "Thanks Fox! Jad loves Fox!"
Tobias harrumphs "Come, let's go to the candy store" "But the man there dislikes Jad"
(Sure the buyer sees this grown man acting like a child and gets really surprised, Jethro thinks)
"Don't speak when being there...let me buy the candy...come, let's go..."

Jethro watches the two men go and sighs as he gets up before getting dressed. A chuckle escapes his chest as he catches sight of the farm on his stomach and quickly tugs on his hoodie before leaving the room and heads back to his own.

+NCIS+

Tony glances up as Jethro enters and gives him a wary smile "I...er..."
Jethro nods "I've calmed down...but I shall not allow any words said against Jad" with that he stretches out and strips once more before curling up into the bed.
Damon smiles as he snuggles up against his dozing Lover but pauses as he spots the drawings "Why...?"
He sighs "Jad ran out of paper and decided to use myself as a canvas" he glares at Tony and waits for his reaction

"What?!" Tony flies into a rage "And why did you allow that monster touching you idly?!"
"First, he didn't touch me 'idly', as you say! He thinks as a child and children don't know about that...For the second, it's my body (not yours!) and I allow what I want with it!" These words are pronounced in a way that doesn't leave place for any doubts "I shan't tolerate any action against a poor man who is disabled for life!" Jethro sighs "Tony now he has no evil in his soul! Didn't you notice that he is always smiling?"
"Yes with that idiotic smile!"
"Tony! He is a poor broken person!" Damon exclaims, actually very touched "I had fellow Marines who became so due to their exposition to the explosions, the attacks, the shrapnel..."
"It is different, Damon! Those were disgraces that happened during a War!"
"For your information, actually had a War against that Jarvis, who was (he was, indeed) a real monster"

Tony huffs as he spots Jethros glare and pouts as he slowly walks over but winces as he is pushed away
"No Tony! I will not allow you near me until you fix your personality!" with that he shifts behind Damon and onto the edge of the bed, forcing Tony to take the space on the opposite so Damon would be in the middle. He yawns and snuggles up against him while blatantly ignoring Tony as he drifts off

Tony silently begins to cry...what if Jethro decides to leave him out their deal? What if Jethro resolves that Damon is enough for him and Tony is only just a constant source of discord? Like a bone of contention? A word from Jethro and Tony would go away: Tony loves the man but he feels he must respect his own decisions. (Why I can't like that disabled? I have known disabled people before and I never discriminated...I'm not a cruel man myself, for God's sake! My Nonna would be horrified if she could see that I'm discriminating a person who is broken!) Tony remembers his zio (uncle) Salvatore, who got severely injured in the War and lost half of his brain, too...he kept losing his memory and acting like an adolescent...until his death. He never had problems with him: On the contrary, Tony had been always his 'fellow friend', keeping him company, until the poor man died...Then...why now? He feels, at the same time, sad, incredibly sad and ashamed...

Jethro sighs as he listens to Tonys silent tears and shakes his head as he glances at Damon before huffing in annoyance as he notes that he is in a deep sleep (Great! How can he sleep in a time like this!?) he rolls his eyes and reaches out to poke Tonys side.
Tony starts at the touch and looks up with wet eyes, he goes to speak only to quieten as Jethro points out that Damon is asleep and nods before whispering "I am Sorry Jet! I don't understand why Trent makes my skin crawl so..."
He huffs "Just...just tone it down so! Or better yet, don't talk about him at all!" Tony frantically nods and shifts closer, moving until he is practically plastered ontop of Damons chest as he hesitantly kisses Jethro.
Jethro chuckles at the onslaught and allows Tony to take control of the kiss

The rest of the night is only a mixture of kisses,caresses and tender touching...Nothing sexual, but loving...Tony seems to need Jethro's acceptation again, to be convinced that Jethro shan't refuse him anymore...Tony kisses those silver strands he adores, those blue eyes that have no comparison with anything else on Earth, those calloused hands he knows so well...that mouth he ravishes when having furious intercourse, only that this time Tony kisses Jethro's mouth like asking for permission, in a touching attitude, that makes Jethro feel really moved...It is a rousing feeling of sweetness, but there is something childlike in Tony's approach: and Jethro understands that the conceited brat is also a poor unfortunate lonely soul, exactly as he is, exactly as it is Damon.
He embraces Tony and snakes over Damon to place himself beside his green eyed brat "My child" Tony beautiful child with eyes so green as a wood in spring.
Astonished when listening to the usually dry, serious, stoic Marine, Tony begins to frantically suck his neck, his collarbone...
Lulled by these pure, intense, sincere sounds of love, the innocent face of Damon seems to smile even more...

Jethro allows Tonys sweet touches and gently tugs Damon into his arms before kissing the cropped black hair.
Tony whimpers as he licks and sucks at the strong collarbone but calms down as he feels a calloused hand gently rubbing at his back. Once sure he isn't going to be rejected or left out, he snuggles closer and drifts off with a smile on his face.
Damon smirks at the sight and lifts a hand to gently stroke the brunette strands before, he himself, snuggles against Jethros chest and drifts off with a soft smile.
Jethro gazes down at his two Lovers and smirks before coming to a decision "I shall accept Tobias's offer...and we three shall stay together forever" with that, he tightens his hold on both men before drifting off into the darkness of sleep

+Three Months Later+

(The Club)

Tony keeps spinning around in the Boss' swivel armchair, singing an old Italian, song, eating a sandwich.
"How can you spin around all the time while eating? I couldn't do that without vomiting!" Tim McGee observes
"It's not my fault, McDizzy" Tony replies, has practically 'hired' the younger man as his private secretary, while Jimmy was equally 'attached' to Damon who is laughing at the goings on as he sorts out the rotas for the Security and Dancers.
The only one who didn't want an attache was Jethro, who keeps working in everything by himself, from the daily orders to the cleaning of the dancing floor. But they are have discovered the happiness of to have a sense of belonging, of family...that, even if somewhat 'dysfunctional' for the common patterns, suffices more than enough their common needs of protection, care, company and love.

(On a Private Beach in the Caribbean)

Tobias smiles at the man who is asleep (always smiling) in the beach hammock. He fell asleep while drawing the 'golden fishes' that only his imagination can see. Tobias caresses the beautiful head while mumbling a lullaby that he had learnt from his GrandMother and remains there, watching the sunset, enjoying the intimacy, with a distant sadness that he wants to overcome. It is a bittersweet love that poor disabled man has from him...and he knows he is loved back so immensely and with a devotion so pure, that the same thought makes his heart bleed. But he accepts his destiny and silently, kneels before that grown child with the eternal smile and lets his head rest on his lap...
The sea, in the meanwhile, sings its eternal song. Only when the sun is gone, he dares to awake the sleeping man and helps him enter the house. And they talk without words. Lover, sometimes, can be strange, silent, curiously rare... But it doesn't matter. Tomorrow there shall be sun again and a new day.