My first Nip/Tuck fic. This one was going to have just one chapter, but it might have two or three, let's see where it takes me. This story is made up and is set after season five and all is back to normal. It contains no spoilers for the unaired season six, but does have them for season four and five. It has nothing to do with season six, it's my own version.

-- author sighs-- I do not own Nip/Tuck, or any affliates. I'm just messing with the characters, no worse then their real owners mess with them ;)

P.S. this is Slash, this is Christian/Sean (with apologies for the first hetero-sex scene at the start) It contains: Sex, language, the usual nip/tuck stuff, you've been warned. I hope you enjoy it, and please review. Oh, and to the haters; remember that this is fantasy, it is writen for the people who enjoy reading it. If you don't like it, don't read it. It's just for fun and is not to be taken so seriously. After all nip/tuck isn't againgst gay people, and they've done worse shit than put two guys together.

The Desperate and the Forbidden

Some hot blond eyed him seductively from across the bar. She smiled when she realized she had contact. He smiled back. It wasn't as suggestive as it usually was. Not that she wasn't a scorcher or that he wasn't interested, but it was one of those days where a shit-load of things were running a muck in his head and he couldn't focus. His eyes trailed away for a moment to sip from his glass. The ice cubes met his lips, cold, refreshing.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" A female voice broke the soothing moment.

He turned his gaze to the blond, she had sat on a stool beside him. He scanned her body with his eyes. Size 2, great shape, long legs, tanned, great tits-- well whoever done them knew what he was doing.

"I don't know, who do you think I am?" Christian asked a wee bit arrogant as usual.

"Yah, I definately know you." She said confident, "Christian Troy, plastic surgeon." Christian smirked, guess his rep was finally catching up in this town.

"That's correct, sweetheart, and to whom do I owe this pleasure." His smile brightened up, showing off his perfect teeth.

"Jessica." She replied offering her hand. Christian gently took it, but instead of shaking it in a 'hi, nice to meet you' manner, he turned it slighty and placed a kiss on the back of it.

"Carly was right, you are the romantic" She smiled slightly blushing.

" Is Carly your sister?" Christian asked eyebrow raised.

"No, my mother's friend. You done some work on her back when she lived in Miami."

"Really?"

"Um huh, she says you're the reason she split from her husband."

"I'm sorry to hear that I was the reason."

"Oh, no no no. She claims it was a good thing. She says if you hadn't seduced her into cheating on him, she would of never realized what a prick he was. She was better off." Jessica licked her lips, "So, what are you doing out here?"

"My partner and I wanted a fresh start." Christian turned his gaze from her and down to the glass as he shook the ice around inside it.

"Partner, oh, you're..." she stopped when his head whipped back up.

"No no, sweetheart, my business partner Dr. Sean McNamara."

"Oh, OH!" Jessica slapped a hand to her four-head feeling delightfully ditzy, "I'm so sorry." She apologized, giggling.

"It's alright." Christian's smile returned, although it looked quiet nervous.

"I just thought, you were...you know...since you posed in that magazine and all." She replied bitting her bottom lip.

Christian shot her an odd look then motioned to the bartender who got him another drink, he should be insulted a little bit more, or at best he supposed he should be. "Can I get you a drink?" He politely offered.

"Oh, no thanks." She replied still tracing her eyes over his physique.

"No, I'm not gay. But my publisist had a ball making people believe I was." Christain grinned taking a slow drink.

"It's too bad you're not bisexual, It'd be sooo hot to be with two guys as they got each other off." Jessica sighed. It was almost like a goofy moment from some cartoon, when some one does a spit take. Christian almost choked on his drink at the girl's forwardness.

"That kind of shit get your panties wet?" He calmly replied wipping his mouth with a napkin.

"Oh, yah. But, then again, it's nice to just have a guy focusing on just me..."She rubbed his leg suggestively. "Would you like to focus on me?" She shot a horny glare up into his eyes.

Christian could feel his cock twitch with hope. The routine was legendary by this point. Meet some gorgeous girl in a bar. Seduce her with four little words, "I'm a plastic Sergeon," or "Christian Troy, Plastic Surgeon." It always did the trick. The girl would light up, and suddenly be desperate enough to go home with him. They would fuck like dogs in heat. Then, if he was lucky and she didn't fall asleep, he would give her cab fair and send her on her way. The girl would maybe argue, call him an asshole, but leave none-the-less.

He figures they were desperate because it wasn't that they were interested in him. No, it was his job they liked. It was his money. He saw that in Kimber, at first anyway. People called him a chauvinistic dick, but they didn't see the bigger picture. He couldn't love these girls because it all boiled down to the fact that he couldn't trust them. He could spend his life lonely, searching for a Ms. Right, who could look past the doctor he was. Or he could use this fact to take what he really wanted from them and then cut them off before they could attach themselves to his assets.

His mind wondered back to the woman he left in Miami; Michelle Landau.

He could trust her in the fact that it wasn't his money or stature she was after, she was a very wealthy woman, she didn't need to mooch off of him. But he couldn't trust her in other ways; Escobar, the kydney ring, the woman had too many secrets and lies. He did love her, but it all boiled down to trust. He was making love to a stranger.

"Did you hear me Doctor Troy?" She cooed, putting emphasis on Doctor, and snapping him back to the real world.

"What did you have in mind?" He smirked at her.

Sometime later they found their way back to the condo, tearing and pulling at each other's clothing. He thought about Sean, then realized he wasn't there. He could not place why. In between sloppy, wet kisses Jessica's hands found their way to Christian's beltbuckle. She hastefully undid it and pulled the Gucci belt from it's loops. Christian found his hands cupping her breasts through her bra as she tossed the strap to the floor. He nussled at her top cleavage placing kisses as he went. He pulled the straps down on her top and slid it down to her hips, momentarily out of his way. Jessica's hands trailed through his hair as she moaned and begged him to keep undressing her. The top and her bra found their way to the floor along with his jacket and dress shirt. Her blue-jean skirt was the next nuisanse piece of clothing to go. Still fucking each other with their tongues, Christian's hands on her hips, her arms laying up around his neck, they made their way to the bed. In the moment of passion, Christian failed to care that it was actully Sean's bed they were at.

He pushed Jessica down on the bed, not to hurt her, but more of a show of dominance. She puckered her lips, full, red, and oh so ready. Sitting back on her elbows, she stared up at him, watching him strip of his pants. She raised up and grabbed hold of his underware tugging down at both sides.

"There you are." She said devilishly.

"Oh, shit..." Christian moaned as she took him in the mouth. He grabbed her head, filing fingers through her long hair. "umm, you sure know what your doing sweetheart." he snickered.

Feeling that he was about to come, he gently grabbed her arms and helped her up. She fell back on the bed. He swiftly relieved her of her silk pink panties, twirling them on his finger, then letting them fall wherever they chose to land. He spred apart her legs, placing kisses on her thighs til he made his way up to her already wet pussy. She ran her hands through his short dark hair bringing them to rest on his shoulders, screaming all her pleasure for the neighbors to most likely hear. He raised his head and left a wet trail of kisses as he made his way up her stomach, then to her chest. He made a pit stop to taste her nipples, sucking them, making them as hard as he was.

"I want you...I want you inside me..." she gasped. Christian wasted no time, obeying. Infact, it was about the only command he could follow.

He thrust deep and hard into her. She held on to him, eyes shut tight in twisted pleasure. Christian's head was at her neck, he could smell her delicious scent, but there was another smell. It was familiar, it was comfortable, it was Sean's smell. Sean had lived here for well long enough, so yah, his scent was all over his bed. Christian didn't think too much about it, he just took it in. Took it in, letting it almost intoxicate him. Jessica wrapped her long, lean legs around him, trying desperately to get him in her deeper. Her screams could have not only woke the damn dead, they could've made them hard as well. But Christian's mind was far from his latest conquest, far from her cries of pleasure, and far from being inside her. No, in this moment of pleasure he was somewhere else. Somewhere where he was sure he'd regret being as soon as he came. He was with Sean, he could smell him, feel him, almost taste him. He didn't Know if he wanted to know why that he didn't care, well at least not in this moment.

He shouldn't have been letting his mind venture to a place he knew was forbidden, but he didn't know if in this moment he wanted to stop it. His mind wondered back to his dream, he had never forgotten it, and had cursed himself for not repressing it and for letting it pop into his mind occassionally during mindless fucks with mindless bimbos. There was that part of the dream he told no one about, that only invaded his fantasies. That part was that he liked it, wanted to act on it, knew it was wrong. He was straight as an arrow. He loved pussy, of course he did. He loved titties, sure did. That was no lie to himself or anyone else. He wanted to act on the dream about Sean and that scared the holy living fuck out of him. That's why he went to see a shrink, he wanted her to want him to bang her and prove to him he was straight. Guess what happened? He fucked that fucked up bitch over her fucked up desk.

It took him almost too long to see the truth, it wasn't that he wanted men. It was Sean, goddamnit it was Sean. He had discarded plenty of females over the years, like used condoms or hell, more like empty yogurt containers. They had ranged from the odd to some of the sexiest women on mother earth. He found ones that fell for him, more than just his money or his fame, and took his abuse, but he still discarded them. But not... not Sean.

Sure he had treated Sean like shit, but Sean always... always came back. And when Sean did leave, he found ways to make him return to him. Sean left before, it's normal to have mid-life crisis', that's life damnit. But Sean always came back, or Christian always went after him. Sean left everything for Hollywood. Sold his house and went in search of whatever he wanted to look for. But Christian followed like a lost puppy. He couldn't trust Michelle to run a business with him... and he couldn't do it alone... not without Sean. The scent invaded his nose again, intoxicating, tantalizing. He buried his head into the pillow next to Jessica's head. Taking in the scent deeper, deeper, pounding into her harder, feeling her release before he did. She rubbed her hands on his sweat drenched back.

"Was it good for you Doctor Troy, cause baby it was good for me." She sighed. Christian got up and let a feeling of regret claim his drained emotions. He ran his fingers through his hair. Now comes the part he hates.

"You...uh, you need to leave." He choked out.

"Leave? But I..."

"Look, I fucking know what you thought. They all think the same goddamn thing. If they play with my cock, maybe they'll have a shot at eternity with Christian Troy. Well... that shit, sweetheart, only happens in fucking fairytales."

"Uhh..." She sighed. He handed her her clothes in usual routine, and then her shoes. Remembering how he had handed Gina her's the same way that first night he had screwed her. All that did was bring Wilbur into his nearly empty life. He loved that boy more than he loved himself. His mind quickly wondered to the small child who had brought so much joy into his world. He was sleeping over with Conor. They had became good friends and Julia had made a great recovery. She got her memory back, almost got angry with Sean for trying to trick her, and went back to Olivia. That sad excuse for a whore Eden was nearly arrested for attempted murder, instead she was sent away to a girls boot-camp or some shit.

"Now, get your slippers Cinderella, it's midnight."

"Cinderella, Carly said you have cute one-liners. Well here's one of mine; My prince just turned into a toad." She was angry sure, but she didn't call him an asshole, didn't scream or cry, or throw a fit. She got dressed without uttering another word and left. She didn't even slam the door. Christian glanced down at his partner's bed.

"Shit." He muttered softly, running his fingers through his own hair.

Christian had showered, dressed, and had been well into his third beer when Sean came home...

Well, that's the end of the first chapter. I'll have the second up soon, I promise. Tell me what you think and don't hold my head under water if I miss-spelled a couple of things. Oh, and there is a lot I have yet to explain, I will as I go on.