Title: Payback.
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pairing: Horatio/Speed.
Author: Aiden
Rating: FRT.
Warning: Fluff, smut, disability (blindness)
Disclaimer: I don't own them, if I did this would be real.
Beta: SRS/Silvia *hugs*
Summary: Speed was in a devious mood, but so was Horatio. *grins* You'll see.
Author's note: In this AU, H is still with CSI, but Speed is blind due
to congenital glaucoma and owns several nightclubs in Miami. This was
supposed to be just one story *headdesk* but when I started to write
my brain went haywire, so there will be more.

Horatio walked into the house and found Speed in the kitchen preparing dinner.

"Hi, babe," he said, getting close to Speed and taking his mouth in a
heated kiss.

"Hi, yourself," Speed responded when they broke off the kiss. "How is
Eric?" he asked with a wicked grin.
"I don't know." Horatio sighed. "I think he's afraid to approach Ryan."

Speed cocked his head and smiled. "Mmhmm, maybe we've got to push him
a little bit."

"Speed, what are you up to?" Horatio asked suspiciously.

"How about inviting them both over for dinner?" At that moment Butch
barked, "Ah, see? Even Butch thinks it's a good idea."

"Butch always thinks your ideas are good, especially when it involves
him and food." Horatio snorted.

Speed laughed. "So, are you going to ask them or should I?"

Horatio almost groaned. When Speed had an idea in his head, he would
never let it go. "Okay, I'll ask them tomorrow," he said resignedly.

"Great." Cheerfully, Speed turned around and continued making dinner.

Horatio made a face at Butch behind Speed's back. "I saw that," Speed
said, grinning.

The redhead smiled. Speed knew him so well. "I'm going to take a
shower and change into something more comfortable."

"Okay, dinner will be ready in twenty minutes."

~.~

The next morning, Horatio walked into the lab and spotted Ryan in the
trace lab. He walked over and entered. "Good morning, Mr. Wolfe."

"Morning, H," Ryan replied with a smile. "How's Speed?"

"He's great. Thanks for asking."

"He's a great guy," Ryan responded.

Horatio paused for a second. "Ryan?"

Ryan turned around to face him. "Yeah, H?"

"Speed and I want to invite you over for dinner this Saturday,"
Horatio tried to sound matter-of-fact.

"I'd love to, thanks." Ryan sounded pleased with the invitation.

Horatio took a deep breath, and thought, "one down, one more to go".
"Okay, how about eight o'clock?"

"Yeah, sure," Ryan replied.

"Okay. Have you seen Eric?"

"He was in fingerprints last time I saw him." Ryan glanced curiously at Horatio.

"Thanks, catch you later." Horatio walked out of the lab and went in
search of the young Cuban. He only hoped this plan of Speed's wouldn't
backfire.

He found Eric in fingerprints, just like Ryan had said. "Good morning, Eric."

"Morning, H. I'm running the prints we found inside the truck, but no
hits so far."

Horatio nodded. "Any luck with the ones we found inside the house?"

"Yeah, they all belong to the victims," Eric responded.

"So that's a dead end." Horatio frowned. "It's like the killer
vanished into thin air. No prints, no DNA, nothing," Horatio muttered.

"No one is that good, H. We'll find him."

"I know we will. Eric." Horatio paused briefly. "Eric, Speed and I
wanted to invite you over for dinner this Saturday. Can you make it?"

Eric looked up. "Uhm, okay."

Horatio smiled. "Good. How about eight o'clock?"

Eric nodded. "I'll be there." The young man wondered why they'd
invited him but he didn't have the guts to ask his boss.

"Okay, I'll see you later." Horatio walked out of the room and went
straight to his office. He pulled out his cell and hit speed dial.
"Speed."

"They're coming?" Speed asked.

Horatio knew his lover well enough to sense that Speed was up to
something. "Speed, what are you planning?"

"Nothing," Speed said, trying for an innocent tone.

Horatio rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right."

Speed snickered. "What are you doing right now, H?"

"I'm in my office talking to you."

"Smart ass," Speed responded.

Horatio heard what sounded like Speed was licking his fingers and a
moan escaped his lips.

"Are you okay?" Speed asked.

Horatio cleared his throat. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Touch yourself," Speed commanded.

"I'm in my office," Horatio protested.

The young man snorted. "That didn't stop you the other day, remember?"

Horatio felt himself getting hard as he remembered that day. He
quickly walked over to his desk and sat down. "Like I could forget."

Speed laughed. "I guess you'll need to… release yourself."

"You're bad," Horatio retorted. He unzipped his pants and released his
hard and throbbing cock, a groan escaping his lips when he started to
stroke himself hard and fast.

Hearing Horatio moaning and panting, Speed got hard himself. "Oh,
fuck," he hissed.

"I can't wait…have to…" Horatio panted, unable to hold it any longer.
With a breathless growl, he came all over his hand.

He heard Speed moaning through the phone and knew that his lover was
right on the edge. "Come for me," he demanded.

"This…isn't…isn't…oh shit." Speed whimpered.

Horatio grinned. "What?" he asked with an innocent voice.

"You're…evil," Speed panted. With a hoarse scream, he came.

"I know," Horatio simply stated. "I'll talk to you later." He clicked
his phone shut without waiting for a response. "Payback is a bitch."

THE END.