Mating Rituals series.
Chapter Seven: Green-Eye Mate.
Fandoms: CSI Vegas/CSI Miami/CSI New York.
Pairings: Horatio/Speed, Mac/Greg, Don/Danny.
Author: Aiden.
Warning: Supernatural, child's dead, slash, threesome, moresome, language.
Rating: FRAO.
Beta: SRS/Silvia *hugs* I owe you a big thanks for helping me with the
ceremonial stuff.
Summary: Horatio is curious, maybe to curious.
Disclaimer; I don't own them, however I own the idea and the plot of the story. Jason is all mine.
Author's note: This is my Alternate Universe. A world where werewolves
live among humans. They are hunted down by some and loved by others.

Standing under the star-filled sky, Speed had looked on as the boy's
body had been placed on the ceremonial altar. The meadow by the manor
had witnessed the hours of prayers and blessings offered up to the
sacred sky in preparation for a warrior's journey away from his clan.

Unusually quiet during the mourning ceremony, Speed had only allowed
Danny and Warrick to keep him company, while he stood there numbly,
oblivious to his surroundings. The only thoughts pounding in his mind
and heart were those of Jacob.

The boy had been wrapped in the ceremonial garments Native American
reserved for a warrior's journey to the Great Spirit. The stone altar
he lied on had ritual symbols carved into the side, placed there to
ensured a safe journey.

None of that mattered to Speed, all he saw was a young boy - his
charge and friend - lying on a stone altar. A boy that would never be
seen laughing, his eyes dancing with mischief.

When Horatio tried to approach him, Nick stopped him. "I know you want
to comfort him, but believe me, you don't want to get near him right
now." The alpha's voice was dead serious.

Horatio didn't know how to explain what he was feeling. "I know you're
all broken up over the death of the boy, but I can feel just how bad
Speed is taking it."

Nick sighed with regret. "Jacob was his charge; Speed was his teacher
and spiritual mentor. Jacob would have been the next enforcer for our
pack." Looking away, Nick continued. "And this brings back bad
memories, too."

"His brother?" Horatio asked in a sad voice.

"He told you?" Nick was surprised. "He must really trust you. It's not
easy for him to trust anyone - even his future mate."

Horatio's eyes wandered back to the imposing altar. "I see you believe
in Native American religion."

Nick nodded, "Yes, passed on to us by our ancestors. The symbols on
the altar are about life and death, granting our warriors safe passage
to our ancestors and the Great Spirit."

"Will he be buried?" Horatio asked him softly.

"No, when the mourning ceremony is completed, his body will be
cremated. Only then will his soul rise up to the heavens and stand on
the right hand of our great leader, Arnou."

"Nick," someone said behind them. They both watched as a very large
man approached them.

"Jason, thank you for coming," Nick said, bowing his head to the older
man in respect.

"I wish it was under better circumstances."

Nick nodded. "Jason, this is Horatio Caine."

"You're Speed's mate," the other man said simply.

"Jason will lead the ceremony tomorrow," Nick explained. "He's a Shaman."

Curious, Horatio asked, "how did you…?" Thinking about it, he shook
his head. "Never mind, I don't want to know."

"He is still getting used to our customs and abilities," Nick told Jason.

A few feet away, Warrick led Speed away from the young boy's body.
"Let's go inside." They were followed by Danny, Greg and Ryan.
Horatio wanted to follow his future mate, but again he was stopped by
Nick. The alpha shook his head. "Don't. He needs his brothers right
now."

Horatio saw a man with grey hair walk over to the young boy and start
a prayer in a language he didn't understand.

"That is Gil Grissom, our teacher and advisor." Nick pointed out.

"Don't let the old man routine fool you," Jason added, "he is as sharp
as they come."

The man finished his prayers and turned around. Smiling, he walked
over to them and Jason took Gil in a bear hug. "Jason welcome."

"Jason isn't a wolf, right?" Horatio asked Nick.

"You're a good observer; he is a bear. Gil, this is Horatio Caine,"
Nick introduced him.

"Oh, yes, Timothy's mate," Gil smiled, and looked at Horatio.

The redhead blushed. "How are you all so sure I'm his mate? I mean,
I'm not even sure." Horatio sounded confused.

Jason looked at him. "You felt the pull, right?"

"Yes, I did," Horatio confessed.

"What more proof do you need?" Nick asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"Let's go inside," Gil suggested.

With one last look at the young boy lying there lifeless, they walked
inside. Four wolves stayed behind to guard the body.

Jacob stood on the porch, letting his eyes wander towards the woods
and settling onto the young cub. "It's a great loss for all of us. He
will never again run in the woods with his friends, tasting freedom,
feeling the wind in his face."

Gil laid a hand on his shoulder. "I know, my friend, but he will run
with our ancestors on the other side. Let that be a comfort to all of
us."

~.~

It was late when Horatio jerked awake. Something had woken him up but
he wasn't sure what. A sound? Then he heard the low growl again. What
if someone was in trouble? Getting out of bed, he put his pants on.

It felt strange to be staying at the compound, but Mac, Don and
Horatio had agreed to stay until after the funeral tomorrow.

Sighing, he thought of the life lost so early. It just wasn't right.
Horatio had seen a lot in his years as a police officer but the murder
of a small child still got to him - even if the child was seen as
little more than a wild beast or monster to be put down. That
wrongness of it infuriated him.

Silently, he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway,
watching as Greg and Danny walked towards a door across the hall.
Maybe they had heard the sound too, Horatio wondered.

Greg opened the door and the two young wolves slipped into the room.
"Is he okay?" he heard Greg ask before the door closed.

Was it Speed he'd heard growling? Horatio got really worried and
walked further down the hallway. Startled by a sound, he quick hid
around a corner. As he watched, Ryan walked into the same room the two
other wolves had entered, closing the door behind him.

Horatio raised an eyebrow. What was going on? Another growl was heard
from inside the room, and curiosity got the best of the redhead. He
slowly approached the room and put his ear against the door. Suddenly,
he pulled back in shock when he realized what he was doing. 'You're a
lieutenant and you're eavesdropping' he thought.

But when another cry came from within the room, he couldn't help but
put his ear against the door.

"Oh fuck…Warrick…please," he heard Speed panting.

Eyes went wide, Horatio was shocked by the images that floated through
his mind. Those sounds, those whimpers, they usually meant one thing..
they were fucking each other. Getting an image of Warrick fucking
Speed, Horatio couldn't stop the feelings of jealousy and rage that
coursed through him.

"Mmhmm, that feels good, Danny," he heard Speed purr after a few minutes.

What the fuck was going on? Horatio wondered, not knowing whether he
should be angry or concerned at what was taking place inside that
room.

"I knew you would like that," Danny responded. Horatio could almost
see the lazy grin on the young blond's face.

"Tonight is all about you, babe," Ryan told him.

"We're here for you," Greg stated.

Unable to stand it any longer, Horatio swung open the door… only to
see the five men lying in the large bed. Warrick was lying on top of
Speed. On Speed's right side, Danny was sucking and licking on the
right nipple, while Ryan and Greg were on the other side, kissing and
licking him as well.

Turning his head, Warrick smiled at Horatio. "Lieutenant, you want to join us?"

Horatio was rooted to the spot, utterly shocked by what the wolves
were doing on the bed… in front of him. "I'm….what the…," jealousy and
rage building up inside of him.

"Lieutenant?" Nick walked into the room and laid a hand on Horatio's
shoulder. "Why don't we leave them alone and let's you and I talk."

"But they are…," he glared intensely at Speed, "and you're supposed to
be my mate? I thought mates were loyal to each other. Did that include
screwing around with others?" He turned around and walked away
angrily. "We're leaving after the funeral," he bit out at Nick.

Speed banged his head a few times into the pillow. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"That's an understatement," Greg snickered.

"Shut up, Greg." Ryan smirked.

Danny sighed. "We've got a lot of explaining to do."

TBC.