Disclaimer- I don't own the boys… I do, however, own your soul.

This story is dedicated to Kelsey Deniza-Jane Harkness, who passed away unexpectedly on April 29th, 2011.

WARNING: This chapter contains slash. That's boyxboy. If you don't like it… why are you here in the first place?

-CSI-CSI-CSI-

'Warrick can't make it tonight,' Nick said when he met Greg in the locker room at the end of their shift. 'Do you still want to go?'

'Yeah, it's fine, do you?' Greg replied, hiding his blushing face from view behind his locker door.

'Sure. Your pick, where do we go?'

'Well, I do know this great place down on the strip…' Greg started.

'Let's go there then.' Nick replied, turning to look at the younger man.

'One problem though,' Greg continued. 'It's a gay club. Well, gay, bi, lesbian and transvestite, but still. Probably not your scene.'

'Greggo,' Nick said, shutting his locker quietly. 'I may not be full-on gay, but I'm sure as hell not as straight as the Nevada borderline, otherwise I wouldn't have spent my day admiring your ass in those jeans,' he continued, coming up behind the younger man. 'Besides,' he said, putting his arms around Greg's waist and resting his chin on the lab tech's shoulder. 'There's this little bit, in the south east corner of Nevada, that's all curvy. Think of me as the corner. That, and we cannot let that outfit go to waste. Ready?' he finished, turning to pick up his stuff. Greg let out the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding.

'Yeah, I'm ready.' The two walked out of the building and found themselves with a dilemma.

'Your car, or mine?' Nick asked.

'Well seeing as mine isn't really a car, yours? Or, we both drive back to my place, park up, and get a taxi to the club. That way we can both drink.' Greg said, looking at his feet.

'Sounds like a plan,' Nick replied, smiling at his friend. 'I'll follow you.'

Greg looked up and grinned. 'That's if you can keep up!'

'Oh, it's on, Spiky,' Nick laughed, grinning as well.

They made their way over to their separate vehicles, and climbed into, or, in Greg's case, on. Nick leaned out of his window and whistled appreciatively at the younger man's bike.

'What a beautiful machine.' He said, as Greg winked before pulling his visor down and starting off, looking over his shoulder to see if Nick was following, which he was. As they said they would, they dumped Nick's car at Greg's house, and got a taxi to the club, chatting all the while. They split the fare between them when they pulled up, and walked down the alley to the club's back entrance. Greg knocked, flashed a pass, and they were in. The bass could be felt through the floor, even outside, and as they walked, the music slowly got louder and louder. Greg stopped in front of an inconspicuous pair of doors. Pointing across the corridor, he said, 'Toilet's are through there.' He then turned, and, looking over his shoulder at Nick, opened the door and said in time with the music; 'Welcome, dear friends, to Paradise.'

They had already had a couple of drinks and were coming in for another when Nick shouted over the music.

'This place is awesome! Why haven't I heard of it before?'

'I guess you weren't asking the right people,' Greg laughed, as a new song started. 'Oh my God, this is my favourite song in this place! Dance with me, Nicky!' he said, pulling his friend to the dance floor.

I know you want me; I made it obvious that I want you too…

Nick couldn't help but stare at Greg as the younger danced to the music. The way his eyes shone in the strobe lights, the sweat dripping from his hair, the way his jeans hugged his ass… All f it made Nick want to take him right there and then, regardless of the other dancers.

So put it on me, let's remove the space between me and you…

Greg turned his back to Nick and began to dance up against the taller man. Fuck it, Nick thought, and wrapped his arms around the younger man, pulling him tighter against his own body, so that Greg's ass was right up against the bulge that Nick's already half-hard member crated in his jeans.

Now rock your body; damn I like the way that you move…

Greg gasped at the feel of Nick's cock against his ass. Even through both men's jeans, the younger could feel the heat from his dance partner's groin. Spinning round, Greg pressed hi lips to the Texan's, wrapping his arms around the taller man's shoulders. Nick responded with just as much fervour. Touching his tongue to Greg's lips, Nick was allowed entrance immediately. There was the taste of beer, of sweat, but underneath those was the overwhelming masculine, smoky taste that was a little like sugar, and a lot like Greg.

So give it to me; cause I already know what you wanna do.

It could have been seconds or minutes they were standing there, but neither of them knew, and neither of them cared. They broke for air, and Nick rested his forehead against the shorter man's.

'Do you know how long I have wanted to do that for, Greg?' the older man panted. Greg shook his head, unable to speak. 'For-fucking-ever,' he continued. 'Now, shall we continue this at your house? It's closer than mine.'

They stumbled out of the club, stopping every few seconds, to push the other against the wall and kiss them. Grinning like teenagers on a first date, they made their way to the taxi rank. Luckily, there was one already there, so they got in and Greg told the driver the address, promising him an extra 10 bucks if they got there in under 10 minutes. He made it in 6, so Greg gave him an extra 50, telling him to keep the change whilst dragging Nick up the driveway to the door. As soon as they were across the threshold, their tongues were once again battling for dominance. Greg got the upper hand, and slammed Nick against the wall, growling into the Texan's mouth as he worked Nick's shirt over his head. The taller man then reversed their positions so that Greg was the one against the wall. Greg groaned as Nick latched onto his nipple through the fabric of his shirt, and started pulling it over his head. Nick nuzzled his way up and bit the other man's clavicle then soothed the bite with his tongue, earning another moan in response. They stumbled towards Greg's room, stopping occasionally to divest one another of an item of clothing, or to ravish each other against a wall. When they finally reached the bedroom, clad only in their boxers, Nick pushed Greg onto the bed and straddled the younger man's hips. 'Lube?' he whispered into Greg's ear before gently biting the lobe.

'Top drawer,' the smaller man groaned, writhing, trying desperately to find some friction for is aching need. Nick leant over and rummaged through the drawer, found what he was looking for and placed in on the side. He also found something else that slightly surprised him.

'A cock ring?' I thought you'd be slightly more… adventurous than that, G,' he whispered huskily into to the younger man's ear. 'Or do you keep the bigger toys else where?'

'Please, Nicky,' Greg moaned, bucking. ' I – I need…' the younger man groaned.

'You need what, Greg?' Nick teased.

'You,' the other man moaned. 'I need you.'

'Very well,' Nick said, divulging them both of the obstacle that most people call clothing. Greg hissed as the cotton slid over the tip of his cock, now dripping

pre-come. The two men echoed that sound again a second later when their cocks brushed against each other, both of them bucking into the friction and moaning.

'I need you in me, Nicky,' Greg whispered, his breathing heavy. 'I don't think I can last much longer.'

Nick reached for the lube and coated his fingers generously, before placing one at Greg's entrance and gently pushing, teasing. Then in one go, pushed it in all the way. He slowly removed the digit nearly all the way before pushing it in again, accompanied by another. He pumped the two in and out slowly a few times before adding a third. By this time, Greg was pushing back on Nick's fingers trying to get them deeper, trying to find .

'Nick…' he groaned, and the older man took pity on him. Well, almost. As he pulled on a condom and lubed himself up generously, hissing at the cold sensation, he slipped the cock ring onto Greg's throbbing member. Removing his fingers, he placed his cock at Greg's entrance.

'You ready?' he asked, looking down at the smaller man, who nodded. He placed a hand either side of Greg's head, and started to push in. He stopped though, when Greg gasped.

'Sorry,' he grunted, trying hard not to slam into the velvet heat encasing the head of his cock.

'Don't be,' moaned Greg. 'Keep going, God please keep going.' So he did. Slowly but surely, Nick pushed his cock into Greg's tight heat. When he was fully seated, he stopped to give Greg a moment to adjust. Greg, however, had other ideas.

'Why have you stopped? Fuck me,' he ordered, wrapping his legs around the other man's waist and grabbing his ass.

'You're wish is my command,' Nick growled, before withdrawing and slamming back into the luxurious heat that was Greg's ass. The Texan set a hard, fast rhythm that stroked against Greg's prostate with every thrust, sending bolts of white-hot pleasure up his spine.

'God, Nicky! I'm so close… please, please let me come?' Greg shouted in between moans. Nick snaked a hand in between them, removed the cock-ring and pulled Greg's member one, two, three times, and he was coming, the words 'I love you, Nicky!' spilling from his mouth, bringing the older man into oblivion with him. As they came down from their highs, Nick pulled his softening cock from Greg's ass and disposed of the condom. He then quickly popped into the en-suite, grabbing a cloth. He re-entered the bedroom to find Greg asleep, snoring quietly. I don't blame him, Nick thought. It was a long night. After cleaning them both up and throwing the cloth in the general direction of the bathroom, Nick wrapped himself around his lover's sleeping form; resting his head on Greg's chest, and placing an arm around his waist.

'I love you too, Greggo,' he whispered. 'If only you knew how much.' He finished, before falling into a peaceful, dreamless slumber.

Outside, Ecklie brought his camera down, turning it off. I've got you this time, Sanders. He thought, palming himself through his work trousers. This time, you won't get away. He turned to the backseat of his SUV, where a girl of about 20 lay, tied up, her eyes wide with fear. And neither will your sister.

-CSI-CSI-CSI-

Wow, I have no idea where that last bit came from… Oh well:3 And please don't hate me too much, first time writing slash and all… tell me what you think?

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