A/N: All translations are from Babel Fish.

Guten Morgen! = Good morning!

Benötigen Sie Sie! = Need you!

Bitte! = Please!

Meine Liebe! = My love!

Dar war unglaublich! = That was incredible!

Chapter 5

"Time travel! But..." Nick's eyes widened disbelievingly. "How is it that no one knows about it?" There was no way this could be true. If it were, people today would be traveling through time. The war would have ended differently. Something!

Now there was a slightly fanatical light in Greg's eyes. "We found out early on that there were restrictions to what could be done. Hitler wanted to be able to go back in time, change certain events to his favor. Imagine, Winston Churchill or any of the other Allied leaders – hell, all of the Allied leaders – killed as children. But we found out you can't go backwards in time, not from your own present, at any rate. Too much risk of a paradox. The space/time continuum will not allow paradoxes."

Nick's scientist mind revved up, and he said, "If one of the Allied leaders were killed as a child, changing the coarse of history to your present, then the person who had gone back wouldn't have gone back, thus, that leader would never have been killed. I guess I see what you're saying. It's enough to give a person a headache."

"Then Hitler decided that if he couldn't go back in time to make changes, perhaps things could be brought back to our time, from the future, that would turn the tide of the war." A smile full of dark amusement settled on Greg's face. "That didn't work out the way he wanted it to, either. People could travel through time just fine, but they're limited to what they can take through time with them. Paper, for instance, turns to dust. Anything else being brought or taken has to be loaf of bread size or smaller. It was certainly not what Hitler was hoping for, and to say he was majorly pissed at the limitations would be an understatement. He blamed it all on me. I knew I had to find a way to escape."

Greg stopped for a moment, running his hands up and down his upper arms.

Nick shifted to Greg's side, pulling the younger man to him. "It's okay. You don't have to tell me any more. I believe you." Shockingly enough, Nick found that he did believe the younger man.

"No, you should know all of it. Just in case..." Greg didn't finish that sentence, but went on with his story. "I slept in the lab, but I had a round the clock guard. He followed me everywhere, even into the bathroom." Throwing his arms around Nick's neck, Greg buried his face into the older man's shoulder, a shudder wracking his body.

"So, the guard in your dream..." Nick trailed off. It hadn't just been Greg's subconscious mind symbolizing anything.

Nodding into Nick's shoulder, Greg choked out, "I finally started waiting to go to the bathroom until my bladder felt like it might burst because I had to go so badly. Every time I went into the bathroom, he forced himself on me. The irony of it is he was supposed to be superior to everyone, one of Hitler's supermen. Every single superman was supposed to be blond haired, blue eyed, and straight. Ha! If they'd ever found out about him, he'd have been put down like a rabid animal!"

Pulling back again, Greg wiped his eyes, then said, "They sedated me every night, too. I got good at cheeking those, though. Started slipping them into the guard's food. While he was sedated, I worked on the homing bracelets, subtly sabotaging all but one of them."

"Why not just destroy them?"

"I had thought about that, but they had enough knowledge of how they were made that they could probably rebuild them without me. I couldn't risk that. As it is, I couldn't do anything about the home base unit. The way I sabotaged the bracelets, they would work for one trip forward, stranding the user in the future. There's always the risk that they'll figure out what I did, and fix them, though."

Confusion crossed Nick's face. "If they'd been able to, wouldn't they already have done that and found you?"

"There are a couple of reasons they may already have fixed them and not come after me, yet. The bracelets have the ability to track each other, but the more time jumps made with one, the harder it is to use one of the others to track it. This wasn't the first time I jumped to. I worked my way forward through time, spending a few months in a time before moving on. I've spent approximately three years moving forward through time. This wasn't going to be my last stop, either."

Reaching out a hesitant hand, Greg trailed his fingertips over Nick's arm, twining their fingers together when his hand reached Nick's. His voice was barely above a whisper as he continued speaking, "The mathematical equations needed to make accurate jumps are incredibly complex and nearly impossible, at least with the computers available in the past. Jumps can be as much as ten years off of the target year and hundreds of miles from the target location. I was aiming for nineteen ninety-four, in Las Angeles. I ended up here, and now, instead." Gaze traveling from their intertwined fingers to Nick's face, Greg said, "You're why I'm in this time. The half of my soul that I thought I would forever be denied."

Turning his head away, closing his eyes, Greg said, "You probably think I'm insane. I wouldn't blame you, if you wanted me to leave."

Shifting so he was sitting closer to Greg, Nick gently took Greg's chin in his hand, bringing the younger man's gaze to his own. "It's a lot to take in, G. I won't deny that. But I believe you. Don't ask me why, because I don't understand it, myself. There's just something about you. I believe you!"

Sighing in relief, Greg sagged into Nick, wrapping his arms tightly around the other man's waist and burying his face in Nick's chest. As Nick's arms encircled him in an embrace that made him feel loved and safe, Greg found himself utterly exhausted, not just physically, but mentally, too.

Sensing Greg's fatigue, Nick fumbled behind them to pull the covers down, then maneuvered them properly into the bed. Spooning Greg tightly against him, Nick murmured in the younger man's ear, "Sleep, baby." Nick didn't give in to his own exhaustion until he felt Greg's breathing slow and deepen.

~~~CSI~~~

Fingertips trailing lightly over his chest, and a warm mouth tentatively exploring his nipple brought Nick to wakefulness hours later. His sleep had been dreamless and restful, and it seemed that Greg's had been as well, if what the younger man was doing to him was any indication.

"Mmm..." Nick moaned out, his hands going to Greg's hair, fingers tangling in it. Tugging Greg's head gently back, Nick met the younger man's gaze, the smile on his face twinkling in his eyes. "Good morning!" he murmured, before leaning down to claim Greg's lips in a passion filled kiss.

When they pulled back a moment later, gasping for breath, Greg whispered shyly, "Guten Morgen!"

Touching their lips together again, Nick gently pushed Greg onto his back. Trailing kisses down the younger man's jaw to his neck, then to his clavicle, Nick laved over the mark he'd left there the night before. As Nick continued to work his way down Greg's chest, the younger man began to murmur, "Bitte! Benötigen Sie Sie, Nicky!" as he arched his back.

Retrieving the condom and lube from the bedside table, Nick lubed up his fingers.

Greg watching him curiously, finally asked, "What is that?"

One arched eyebrow the only surprise he allowed himself to show, Nick replied, a bit flustered, "It's, um, sexual lubricant. It will reduce your discomfort."

"Oh," was Greg's one syllable reply. Fear briefly touched his eyes, but was quickly pushed away.

"I won't hurt you, Greg. I promise!" Nick assured him.

Locking eyes with him, Nick leaned down and laved the crown of the younger man's cock with his tongue. Thus distracting his lover, Nick moved his lubed fingers to Greg's tight entrance. Brushing his fingers across the puckered opening, Nick felt his own cock swell further at the thought of being inside that tight heat.

Gently restraining Greg's hips with his free hand, as the younger man began to buck against him, Nick finally engulfed his cock in his mouth, while pushing one finger past the tight ring of muscle into Greg's body.

Feeling Greg tense, Nick stopped the movement of his finger. Running his tongue over the throbbing vein on Greg's cock, all the way to the slit, Nick felt the younger man begin to relax again. He kept his finger still for a little longer, just giving Greg a chance to become accustomed to the intrusion of the one digit.

Greg couldn't believe how incredible what Nick was doing to him felt. The older man seemed to know exactly what to do and when to do it to keep Greg from panicking. He didn't even realize Nick had added a second finger until they were moving inside of him, stretching him with a delicious burn that was no where near the pain his tormentor had inflicted upon him.

When the fingers deep inside of him brushed across his prostate, Greg's breath left him in a rush, only to be drawn back in just as quickly. His back arching off the bed, eyes wide open in surprise at the intensity of the pleasure, Greg gasped out, "Fühlt sich gut!" Realizing he'd spoken in German again, wanting to ensure Nick understood just how good this was, Greg managed to rasp out, "Feels so good, Nicky!"

By now, Nick was so hard as to be in near physical pain. He hadn't touched himself, as his first priority was bringing Greg as much pleasure as possible. The first time he'd brushed his fingers across Greg's sweet spot, he was sure he'd hurt the younger man, from the reaction he received. After assuring himself that it was actually the exact opposite, he'd resumed his movements, gently stretching Greg's opening, stroking over Greg's prostate several more times.

When he finally added a third finger, Nick knew Greg was close to the edge of climax. The vein on the underside of Greg's cock was pulsing steadily, and the younger man was straining against the arm Nick still held over his hips.

Words were falling from Greg's mouth, mostly in German, but some in English, too. "Bitte! Want you in me! Bitte! Meine Liebe!"

Sitting back on his knees, Nick grabbed the condom package and tore it open with shaking fingers. He had to fight his own urge to cum as he slipped the latex over his own leaking cock, finally had to resort to wrapping his thumb and index finger tightly around the base, as he used his other hand to spread lube from the tip to the base. It didn't help that Greg had watched him the entire time, his eyes intense, even through their lust glaze.

Bracing his upper body weight on his right hand, Nick guided the head of his cock to Greg's entrance with the other. As he slowly pushed past the outer ring of muscle, he kept a close eye on Greg's face for signs of pain or panic.

Nick was pushing so gently into him, Greg barely felt a twinge of pain. It burned some, but no real pain. He couldn't believe how carefully Nick was moving into him, especially as aroused as Nick was. It was obvious to Greg that Nick really wanted to move faster, but wouldn't risk it for his sake. It made Greg love him all the more.

Seeing the tears welling up in Greg's eyes, Nick instantly stopped moving, prepared to pull out, but Greg's hands on his cheeks stopped him.

"You're not hurting me, Nick. It's the opposite, really. I never thought I'd have this with anyone. Please, don't stop!" It took an act of will to ensure he uttered the words in English. He was experiencing such exquisite pleasure that his brain didn't want to function properly. His vision was blurred from the tears flowing from his eyes and down his temples.

Finally sheathing himself fully in Greg, Nick removed his hand from its near death grip on the base of his cock. Bringing his left hand up by Greg's head, Nick shifted so his weight was being supported by his forearms. Reveling in the feeling of Greg surrounding him, Nick didn't move for several minutes, just lay there, gazing into his lover's eyes. His hands brushed tears from Greg's temples, pushed through the younger man's hair.

Capturing Greg's lips in a tender kiss, Nick began to gently rock his hips, pushing himself deeper into the younger man, angling so the head of his cock brushed across Greg's prostate. Their bodies rubbing together added beautiful friction along Greg's cock, causing him to arch up into Nick with a wordless moan of pleasure.

Greg had already been so close, he now fell over the precipice of his orgasm. Milky white semen bathed their stomachs in warmth.

The look of unrestrained pleasure on Greg's face took Nick over the edge to his own climax, as with a shot of Greg's name, he filled the tip of the condom. Managing to keep his weight off Greg, even through his orgasm, Nick kept his position, now, loathe to pull free of the younger man yet. He leaned in, nuzzling Greg's neck, nipping the tender flesh, then laving over the tiny bites with his tongue.

Greg's hands found their way to Nick's hair, where his fingers tangled in the dark locks. "Nicky!" he sighed. "Das war unglaublich!"

Reluctantly pulling out of Greg, Nick discarded the used condom in the general direction of the waste basket, and grabbed a couple of tissues to clean them both up. As he wiped the mess off of Greg's stomach first, Nick leaned in and murmured, "I don't know what you said, but I have a pretty good idea. That was amazing!"

After getting himself cleaned up, Nick lay back down and pulled Greg securely against him. Within minutes, they were both soundly sleeping again.