TITLE: Kinky Adventures
Author: sexycazzy
Beta:frenchy_chicks
RATING: PG-14
CHARACTERS: Danny/Don/Mac, Gil/Nick and mystery guest
FANDOM: CSI:NY/CSI
GENRE: romance/slash/smut
Summary: The boys goes on vacation, and secrets are revealed.
Warning: submission, domination, bdsm
Disclaim: I don't own any of the characters, they belong to CSI:NY and CSI and its team. :(Only the guys exit in my dreams, and belongs to me!!
Writer's Note: I wanted to say a huge, huge thank you to frenchy_chicks for her wonderful beta-ing. Without her help, Kinky Adventures would have not happened.

Kinky Adventures

Chapter One

The building was huge. The Old James Hotel was secluded, far away from towns or cities; the middle of nowhere. The well-maintained gardens framed the huge water fountain. There was a small driveway going to another building, where customers could hide their cars from prying eyes. The gates at the front entrance could only be opened by the receptionist, inside the main building. Only selected people were allowed at this hotel and there was a reason for this. The hotel may look normal from the outside, but once you step inside, it was clear that this was a bondage hotel.

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When Gil told Nick that the hotel they were going to specialized in bondage, he felt uncomfortable about going there. Though he was relieved when Gil told him their booking could be cancelled if he was really that uneasy about going.

Nick had asked Gil for a brochure of the Old James Hotel. He read through it very carefully, and was surprised that none of the pictures of the public rooms showed any classic BDSM signs. However, when he turned the page, he saw that each guest room had a different bondage theme. Some guest rooms had a St. Andrews cross, others had a cage. There were other rooms that guests could have tailored to their specific needs, and Nick found himself wondering what Gil would have requested for their room.

Nick relaxed, reading that all customers would be left alone, that each Dominant would be responsible for their submissives/slaves. Staff were instructed not to interfere. There were public playrooms in the basement, hidden from the outside world. There was also a restaurant, though guests were warned that there could be open signs of submission; kneeling beside their Master/Mistress etc. On top of that there was a bar and a games room. Normally, there were conferences held through the year, teaching people about the BDSM lifestyle, and, coincidentally Nick and Gil would be staying at the hotel the same time one of the conferences would be held.

Knowing this made Nick feel more comfortable about staying at the Old James Hotel. He had doubted his role as a master, and there was nobody in Las Vegas that he could talk to about this. He hoped that he could find someone at this conference that could help him. What a perfect opportunity.

Nick and Grissom arrived at the Old James Hotel in a taxi, a service prearranged by the hotel staff. As they stepped into the lobby, Nick looked around. The reception desk was in front of them, and on the right, there were a couple of rooms that looked to be the bar. On the left side of the reception desk there were two other rooms, but Nick couldn't see what was inside. There was a corridor to the left; the restaurant, he assumed.

Nick walked over to the front desk, and Grissom followed behind him. Grissom was a little nervous, wondering what Nick was thinking. He had heard many things (all good) about the hotel from Lady Heather. Although, he hadn't been to this particular hotel, Grissom had been to a hotel in Las Vegas that was similar to the Old James Hotel. However, the Old James Hotel was sophisticated, more discreet. Grissom could tell he was going to enjoy his stay and he hoped that Nick would enjoy it, too.

He heard Nick give the receptionist his name, and Grissom realized his mistake. He booked the room under his own name, when he should have booked it under Nick's name. He swore quietly to himself, seeing Nick start to argue with the receptionist, telling her that they did indeed have a booking.

Grissom stepped forward, feeling scared because he knew he'd be punished for his mistake. Nick didn't like arguing with people over small things.

"My apologies, madam. The room is under my name."

Both the receptionist and Nick turned to Grissom, and Grissom saw that Nick's eyes were burning with anger. He tried to ignore Nick's glare, focusing on giving his name to the receptionist instead. Nick took the keys to their room in silence and listened to the directions to their room. He walked away from the desk, and from Grissom, following hurriedly behind him.

As they stepped into the elevator, Danny, Don and Mac entered.

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Mac and Don walked over to the reception desk as Danny took a look around the lobby. He couldn't help but notice the pictures on the wall were all bondage themed. Some of them were of naked females in chains, either kneeling or being hung in the air, as their Master stood behind them. Other pictures showed naked males, some of them laying on a St. Andrews cross, some over their Master or Mistress's lap, ready to be spanked. Danny enjoyed looking at the different pictures. He could feel himself getting hard, and he laughed softly to himself.

At the desk, the previous lady was replaced with the hotel manager, who was going to check them in. He looked up at Mac and recognised his face.

"Mr Taylor?"

Mac was signing his name in the guest book, and looked up when his name was called. He was surprised to see a familiar face behind the desk.

"Dave? Oh, hell, it's been a while!"

"Yes, Mr Taylor, it has been a while." Dave, the hotel manager replied, "Mr Taylor, I was sorry to hear about your late wife. She was a good lady."

Mac smiled, sadly, "Thank you, Dave."

"Are you here for the conference?" Dave asked.

"No, I'm here with my partner and our sub." Mac explained.

Dave looked surprised, and peered around Mac to look at Don, wondering if this was his partner, or his submissive. Mac introduced first Don and then Danny to Dave.

Mac knew that Don was confused hearing that Mac had been here before and with Claire, of all people. He mentally smacked himself, remembering that he never told Don or Danny about his past with Claire, about bringing her here.

"You'll be on the top floor, Mr Taylor, in Room 601." Dave told Mac.

Mac thanked him and turned to face Don, who wasn't exactly happy about what had just happened.

Danny was oblivious to what had just happened, still enthralled with the pictures.

"What the hell, Mac?" Don growled, waiting until they were out of ear shot.

Danny was startled to hear anger in Don's voice, and he could feel the tension between Don and Mac. He couldn't help but wonder what was going on between the two of them.

"We'll talk when we get to our room." Mac puts a hand up.

"We'd better, Mac!" Don replied, angrily.

As Don and Mac walked towards the elevator, Danny could only follow them, troubled and hoping that whatever just happened wouldn't spoil the rest of their vacation.

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A younger man walked into the hotel. He was wearing tight jeans, a colourful striped shirt, and a white t-shirt underneath. His sandy brown hair made him look like he belonged in high school, but he was actually in his late twenties. People said he was twenty-eight, but nobody really knew.

He walked casually over to the front desk to check himself in. He saw the hotel manager, and knew it was Dave.

"Hey, Dave!" he greeted.

Dave looked up to see the young man, and he smiled.

"Hello, Sir, welcome back."

"Thank you! Got my room?"

"The usual room, Sir."

"Great, thanks, man. I guess I'd better make my way up there now. See ya later."

He turned towards the elevator, recognising one of the guys inside. He rubbed his eyes, and looked again, 'It can't be!" He thought to himself.

With his mouth hanging open, the elevator doors closed.

To be continued….