Rated M - warning Dirty Smut Chapter

Don't own CSI...not even a little bit.

So, Warrick and Trista confront Jules for lying and it turns ugly for Warrick and Nick.

Words were spoken and fists flew.

Will Trista and Warrick be able to forgive Nick and Jules?

What do they have to say?

Or are Nick and Jules too busy to discuss it? Maybe...maybe not...

This is VERY long chapter so I think I am deserving of REVIEWS! I don't get many anymore. Sad, isn't it?

Still working on an ending so if you are "hoping" for something let me know and maybe I can incorporate a little something for ya.

If you don't tell me...I'll never know.

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Warrick and Trista agreed to go back to his house for a few hours since her things were at Jules' place, including her car which was blocked in by Brett, and she couldn't exactly go ringing the bell at 3:30 in the morning. It didn't matter to her where she went, she was just ready to sit down and 'veg out' from the horrible night.

As he pulled into his driveway silently he was brewed over what just went down at the Bellagio. Warrick wasn't sure if he was furious at them or sorry for bringing his niece into the conversation. He was just so pissed off it flew out of his mouth.

Trista looked over at Warrick and saw him clenching his jaw.

"Hmm, I guess that didn't go so well, huh, Tyson?" she said staring at the side of Warrick's bruised cheek. "Wellll…at least you got out of the rest of your shift," she shrugged and opened the door.

"Yeah, nothing like telling my boss I banged my face on a rafter while dusting for prints. Man, I never did that before!" he said looking over at her shocked at himself.

Trista rolled her eyes at him as they walked into Warrick's house.

"You really are such a dork! I make up shit all the time! I make up shit all the time to get out of work when I wanna go somewhere," she nodded. "Um, like shopping with your sister is always nice," she grinned.

Warrick rolled his eyes at her for kicking her shoes off by the door just like his sister always did.

He looks at her and squints his eyes. "I'm a dork for not making shit up to get out of work? Ya know what, you are such a brat!" he shakes his head at her.

"No I am not! ! Shut up, what do you know anyway! If I want a break and need to go shopping with Jules…then it is a must!

Warrick forgot to throw a nasty comeback to Trista because he immediately thought about Jules. "Goddamn it - she is so fucking stubborn. My sister is an idiot!" he yelled as he put his shoes neatly in the closet. "What the fuck, Trista! You mean to tell me you can't you get through to her? Is she that fucking blind? Why would she even believe his bullshit?" Warrick went on a tear just from hearing about his sister.

"Did you want me to answer any of those questions or do you just like to hear yourself talk?" she grumbled following him into the kitchen.

"Oh, just shut it…Don't you start with me now!" he complained as he opened his refrigerator and took out a carton of lemonade.

"Who's starting? I'm just sayin'!" she growled back at him.

"Can't I vent about my sister without you being a wise ass? For once…you think that it is possible for you to be a civil human being?" he argued and poured himself a glass.

Warrick looked at the glass and offered it instead to Trista. She took it and he got himself another one.

"Whatever, Warrick…go ahead and vent then," she shrugged and guzzled half her lemonade.

"Not whatever, Trist! How can you be okay with this?" he said shocked at her.

"Why? Because we have tried to help her. We have tried to tell her. There is nothing we can do. I quit. I really do. I told her. You told her. She believes him," she yelled loudly while shaking her head.

"Oh, nah, nah…I don't quit," he said shaking his head back.

Trista knew him for as long as she has known Jules and she knew that Warrick never quits, and he especially wouldn't quit on his "Baby Girl".

"Well you should! Ya just gotta leave it alone…" she paused and looked down. "I don't know…maybe…just maybe he is telling the truth. I don't see how its possible but…I don't know, Warrick. I guess I am just hoping, ya know?" she said quietly.

"Rick, you have known him the longest. You knew him before Jules even laid eyes on him. Would he? " she said looking right at him, "I mean I know Nick too…not as long as you, but I know him. I know how much he loves her… he has always been madly in love with her….it just seems weird. Would he really spit on her like that?" she asked him sincerely without the usual insult or comment.

Trista stared at Warrick who was shaking his head.

"Don't look good, kid," he pressed his lips together and shook his head back and forth slowly.

"Ugh, this is just a fucking nightmare! I just want her to be all right, that's all," she said and leaned against the counter.

"Oh, like I don't?" he rolled his eyes at her.

"Oh shut up, I didn't say you didn't…My God you are so annoying!" she snipped at him.

Warrick sighed loudly and threw up his hands in annoyance before answering her.

"And NO…to answer your question… No. Even at his drunkest…he would be the last one I would ever think would do that," he shook his head with disappointment. "Was he a dog before he met her? I guess a little bit. He just liked playing the field but…," Warrick paused and thought for a minute before continuing, "No, he never purposely fucked someone over…he liked to juggle some Honeys, but that's why he didn't get tied down so he didn't have to screw somebody over."

"Well, all I can say is Jules is refusing to give up on him, she's believing him no matter how bad it looks for Nick," Trista frowns," and she is not a dumb girl, Rick. She is not one to dream up fairy tales."

"Yeah, well I can see that! It's like she's blinded by him" he ran his hand over his face with frustration.

"Or…" Trista began.

"Or what?" he looked over at her as she drank more of her lemonade.

"Or maybe she knows something we aren't taking the time to see. Maybe she knows what she's doing." she winced up her face as she said it.

"And maybe she fucking doesn't!" he said worriedly.

"Ok, well… then, if she gets hurt again then we'll be there to pick up the much else we can do," she said honestly.

"I don't want her to get hurt again!" he yelled at Trista.

"No fucking shit, Warrrrrick. I don't either but we gotta take a step back here. We can't get this involved. Nick obviously turned into a scumbag and that means he will hurt her again, and well, then she will learn the hard way. It's not like she is listening to us!" she yelled back.

"Oh you're cold!" he frowned.

"No, I am honest and I am accurate!" she defended herself loudly.

Their conversation became heated. They weren't yelling at each other as much as they were yelling from frustration.

"Well why can't you just talk some sense into her…your supposed to be her best friend!" Warrick spoke loudly at her.

"Why cant YOU talk sense into her! You're her fuckin' brother!" she argued back. "Ya know what, you're just pissed because you cant get her to listen. Typical Warrick!"

"What? What does that mean?" he gave her a glare.

"You…typical "big man on campus" giving orders without listening to her!" she glared back.

Trista was just frustrated. She didn't know how to help her best friend from her poor choices, and while she agreed with Warrick, she just needed to argue with him.

"Whhhaat are you talllking about! You agree with me, dumb ass!"

"Don't call me a dumb ass or I seriously will throw this in your face," she said holding up the lemonade he gave her.

"I always call you a dumb ass, Dumb ass," he said.

Trista only had a little bit left in her glass but it was enough to soak the front of Warrick's shirt, which he soon found out, as lemonade flew across the kitchen and splashed on Warrick's neck and chin.

"Did you? Oh no, no you did not, Trista!" he said with mouth hanging open shocked and lemonade streaming onto his shirt from his chin.

"I told you not to call me a dumb ass," she said calmly.

Warrick shook his head. "You little wench!" he said angrily but in a weird way finding it funny.

"Maybe I should pour myself another glass and keep it handy in case you want to mess with me again?" she said snidely.

"You are such a little bitch, Trista, you know that?" he informed her trying not to smirk.

"Yeah? Ya think? Well, I have an idea!" she tilted her head as if she spoke, "Why don't you go outside and play a game of GO FUCK YOURSELF!" she tried to hide her chuckle.

He wanted to be mad at her but he couldn't. It was pretty brazen of her to follow through and douse him with her drink, and Warrick had to admit he always liked her spark even thought he would never, ever, admit it.

Warrick pulls off his drenched t-shirt and uses it to wipe his face, wincing a bit from the lemonade getting in his scrape that Nick created earlier.

Trista looks at him but quickly looks away. She never noticed Warrick's chiseled chest before. "It's a good thing he annoys me so much or I might give him a second look," she thought silently.

"You are gonna clean up my floor I am telling you right now!" he grumbled.

"Yeah, keep waiting, Tough guy!" she grumbled back.

"Why do you gotta be such a fucking wise ass alll the time?" he frowned at her.

It was the first time the two of them fought like this alone…usually they had Jules to intervene and they usually fought like this just for kicks to annoy her. But this time, there was no Jules and no one to annoy with their fighting but themselves.

"Yeah, well, I learned for YOU…the biggest wise ass," she said and pushed past him.

Warrick grabbed her arm.

"Where are you going, Dumb ass?" he said nastily, but inside he wanted to laugh.

"That's it, where's my drink?" she slammed her hand on his shoulder, pushing him hard so she could walk back to the counter.

Trista slipped slightly in the lemonade that had spilled on the floor.

Warrick caught her arm.

"See, I saved your life," he tormented her.

"Oh, my hero. First Jules' and now mine," she said sarcastically.

"God damn it, Trista, you really are a little brat!" he said annoyed that she would bring that topic up.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just move!" she yelled as she went past him and put her hand on his bare chest to push him again.

For all the years she had known Warrick, they had done nothing but argue, bicker and fight.

But, at that very moment, that very second, it suddenly became abundantly clear that the two of them obviously had a sexual tension between them that they never knew existed.

They started at each other with a look of disbelief. It was if they both realized it at the same time…that very same instant.

Trista swallowed hard and went to say something nasty but she stuttered instead.

Warrick looked directly into her face and suddenly he wanted to kiss her.

She stared back at him silently and, without thinking, Warrick reached out and grabbed her by the back of her head roughly, pulling her mouth to his.

Trista tensed for a minute before wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against him with force.

The two of them were shocked by their actions but they couldn't resist or stop. It was if a vice had been put around him.

Warrick never broke away from her kiss as he lifted her up around his hips. Trista wrapped her legs around Warrick's waist and let him take her into the living room where they fell onto the couch wildly and he laid his body on top of hers. Their sexual tension had now been unleashed and it was unstoppable.

As Trista's mouth attacked Warrick's she couldn't help thinking how awesome his kiss was. She couldn't believe she was kissing Warrick Brown, Jules' brother, the guy she constantly fights with…and she was enjoying it! Trista felt her hand take on a mind of it's own and she began to rub up and down the back of his thigh, and grabbing his ass, before moving around to Warrick's dick that was already bulging in his jeans. She could feel how big he was just from what she felt on the outside. "I have got to get inside his jeans," she thought to herself as their tongues tangled with each others.

Warrick was amazed at how awesome Trista's kiss was, but he was even more dumbfounded that he was kissing her at all. He never in a million years saw this one coming. Suddenly it shocked him, "Why didn't I ever see her in this light before? I mean she is so damn pretty and this little body of hers is rockin'," he thought silently.

Warrick didn't even realize, that as he thought about her tight little body, he was already unbuttoning Trista's shirt. As he got each button open with pure expertise, he felt Trista caressing his hard-on through his jeans. He wasn't surprised when he felt her unbutton and unzip his jeans; he knew she wanted him just as bad as he wanted her.

"Was this really happening," they both thought but didn't speak the words out loud.

Once Trista had his jeans undone, she slid her hands into the sides and pushed them down with force and intensity. She wanted them off and she meant it. Warrick moved himself so that she could get them off easier. He grabbed her hair roughly again and she loved it. He pulled her head back by the hair and made room for his mouth to suck her neck. Trista moaned softly before grabbing his shoulders and pushing him up.

"Oh my God! What the fuck are we doing?" she said with her mouth open as she looked up at him.

Warrick stared down at her unsure of the answer he should give.

"I, I can't believe it…YOU? How can this be YOU? I hate you!" she smirked and shook her head before grabbing his face and smashing it back to her lips and grinding her hips against his cock.

Trista could feel his bare cock pressing hard against her shorts. She also felt Warrick's large hands grab the sides of her shorts and yank them down with determination.

She thought for a brief second, "This is it, I am going to be fucked by Warrick!"

But that wasn't what happened…yet.

She should have known Warrick would be a wild one. He wouldn't be like most of the men she's been with, he wouldn't just be a wham, bam, type of guy. She should have known, but still it surprised her when he yanked her panties off quickly and, instead of jamming his dick inside her immediately, he slipped two fingers inside of her instead. Trista gasped and threw her head back from the feeling of his large fingers fucking her fast and furiously.

Trista's moan made Warrick hot and he wanted badly to taste her. Everything he never even thought of doing to her suddenly was everything he wanted to do. As he made her writhe beneath him he began to suck her neck and lick his way down to her breasts. He moved her bra down enough to expose her hardened nipples and he sucked one hard and made her groan out. Warrick moved on down her stomach until he put his face between her legs. Trista nearly screamed when she felt his lips kiss her wet and heated pussy.

Warrick Brown began to unleash his magic on his sister's best friend. He licked her clit up and down madly before sliding two fingers deep into her pussy again. He reached his other hand up to her breasts and grabbed and squeezed them roughly. Trista had never felt anyone go down on her like this before. She thought it was amazing… but she had no idea it was just the beginning of her pleasure trip.

Without hesitation, Warrick pulled her thighs over his shoulders and moved his tongue back into her pussy. He was loving the taste of her and she was loving the feeling. She moaned even louder as he began sucking her clit and then fucking her with his tongue. Trista could feel her orgasm happening already and she wasn't sure if she was embarrassed or overjoyed. She began to squirm around in ecstasy and she felt heat flood through her body before she exploded with an orgasm that made her entire body quiver and shake. Trista hadn't intended to yell, but she didn't have any choice…she called out his name loudly. Warrick loved making her cum so hard and hear her yell his name so loud. He was feeling proud and wild with lust. He wanted to fuck her and he wanted her now. He stood up and pulled Trista to her feet before she even knew what was happening. He turned her around toward the couch and tried to bend her over the couch, but she spun back around and pushed him.

"Whoa," he held his hands up in defense, afraid for a minute he crossed the line.

"Not so fast tough guy! Always thinking' you the man? Well, how about this?" she said and pushed him down on the couch.

Trista dropped to her knees in front of him and leaned forward and took his rock hard cock into her mouth.

Warrick groaned, "Oh, whoa, oh yeah, that's it, baby."

Trista sucked harder when she heard him liking what she was doing. It turned her on more knowing she was making him so hot. She continued to slide Warrick's huge cock in and out of her mouth with a great rhythm, sucking harder and faster, taking his cock to her throat. She could tell he was loving it by the sounds he was making and she was getting hot just from hearing it from him.

"Oh fuck yeah, suck my cock, oh fuckkkk yeah," Warrick groaned loudly making Trista move faster.

Warrick grabbed Trista's shoulders and lifted her to him.

"I gotta fuck you, Honey," he told her as he looked her in the eyes.

"I'm not your Honey," she said and raised her eyebrow daring him to spar with her.

"I yeah, yeah, I know, I," he stuttered nervously

"I can't believe I am gonna say this to YOU…my best friend's dumb ass brother, but…"

"Hey, 'dumb ass brother'?" he complained.

"Yeah, that's what I call you, Dumb ass!" she told him.

"Dumb ass? Oh you little witch!" he growled.

"What are you gonna do about it, Home boy?" she egged him on.

"Home Boy?" he repeated her.

"Yeah, I got some other names I call you…wanna hear them?" she gave him a wicked, seductive stare.

They were bickering again except this time they were on fire with hot sexual desire.

"What am I gonna do about it?" Warrick said as he pushed her up off him, spun her around again and bent her over the couch. Trista reached behind herself and grabbed Warrick's hard cock and guided it toward her soaking, wet, pussy. Warrick didn't need any coaxing, he plunged deep inside her making Trista gasp from the sensation. He was huge and she felt every inch of it. Warrick grabbed her hips and the two of them grunted and groaned as they fucked wildly.

Their bodies were damp with sweat and they were panting with passion. Warrick showed no mercy as he rammed himself inside her, making her moan with desire. She wasn't used to fucking like this; Warrick had just awakened and unlocked something in her that was completely primal. She let her hips buck back against him as he was fucking her and that drove Warrick even more insane causing him to pound his cock into her ferociously.

Trista's moans increased from their roughness and she shocked herself when she actually began talking dirty to him.

"Oh yeah, fuck me hard, Warrick, you are a fucking madman…a fucking animal!" she screamed and he loved hearing it.

Warrick didn't think he could possibly get turned on any more than he was, but much to his surprise, the more she talked dirty and praised his movements, the more out of control he felt. He wanted her so bad he couldn't stand it and he began to plow into her writhing body harder making her groan and moan even louder.

Warrick couldn't remember having sex this good in what seemed like forever.

He yanked her hair back with just the right amount of force. He didn't want to hurt her, but he knew she was loving it rough. As he pulled her hair, he panted and breathed heavily.

"Oh, oh…you…fucking..want… me…tell me how bad you fucking want me," he said arrogantly.

"Yeah I fucking want you…you…fucking…jerk…off" she panted trying to fight with him with their usual banter.

If they thought about it they probably would have found it very funny that even when they lost control and fucked each others brains out they bickered and fought with one another. It was actually comical…and it made for hotter, steamier, and rougher sex. Neither one of them ever knew that the two of them could create an earthquake together.

Warrick could feel himself ready to unleash himself but he refused to let that happen. He wanted more of her and he didn't want to stop.

Trista didn't think she ever had someone fuck her as good as Warrick Brown. She never would have imagined that it would be Jules' brother who would be the best lay she has ever had in her entire life. She was utterly shocked by all of this. As she thought about how crazy all of this was, she was taken by surprise as he spun her around and picked her up onto his hips.

"I gotta take you upstairs, Honey," he growled.

"I'm not your Honey," she growled back before diving in to suck his neck as he carried her upstairs.

His bedroom was door almost closed so he kicked it making it slam open. He brought her over to his bed and threw her on it seductively.

"Oh, now what do ya got, Tough Guy?" she baited him.

"How about you shut your mouth and find out?" he smirked back at her.

Warrick grabbed her calves and pulled her to him as he stood at the side of the bed. Grabbing her legs and throwing them over his shoulders, he leans over her and pushes himself inside her. Trista can't help it, she finds herself moaning loudly again making Warrick go harder and deeper. Faster and faster. He feels the sweat trickle over his temples as he fucks his sister's best friend.

He didn't even realize he was saying it until he heard from his own mouth,

"Trista… you are one sexy bitch…You are fucking by far, the best I have ever been with," he panted, "and you are blowing my fuckin' mind!"

"Harder you son of a bitch," was all she could pant out.

Warrick knew. He knew he was the best she ever had. He could feel it in her body; he could hear it in her moans. He knew and he didn't need her to admit it. He also knew he was taking her over the edge and she was ready to let herself go.

"I know you want to cum, oh I know you do!" he proclaims arrogantly and reached over and grabbed her breast. He leaned in and began licking her nipples. He wanted to cum when he heard her gasping for air but he wouldn't allow himself to. Instead, he kept sucking and licking her breasts and neck before he hovered over her again and looked down at her.

"You fucking want me, Trist..tell me…SAY IT!" he insisted.

"You…you…have no…idea…" she gasps.

"Then tell me," he groaned out as he continued slamming her.

Trista scraped her nails down his wet back.

"SAY it…tell me how bad you want me…you want to feel me in you…go ahead, I wanna hear it!" he yelled as he pounded.

"Oh, fuck yea! I fucking want you…you are so fucking amazing…you are so fucking hot right now…fucking mad crazy hot!" she screamed out.

Warrick could feel her begin to shake. He knew she was unable to hold back any longer. He was making her cum again and he loved it.

"I'm gonna make you cum hard again…you can't take it can you…You're gonna cum right now, aren't you!" he asked her.

"Oh, Oh, I can't take it…oh you feel so fucking good…oh… Warrrrrrick…. you are amazing…I can't help it I'm gonna cum…I'm gonna…"

"Me too, baby…" he grunts and groans with his voice raspy and deep.

Warrick knows this is it, the grand finale. He knew they couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed harder, nearly bending her in half, as he leaned over her. Grabbing her waist tightly, he picked up his pace again and pounded harder and harder.

Their bodies smack together loudly and Trista begins to scream out.

"I'm cumming…oh fuck me…yes…I'm cumming so…fuck…ing…hard, aghhhhhhhhhhh" she lets out loud groans with each pump and he groans even louder as he yanks himself out of her and shoot his load all over her chest. Trista legs fall off his broad shoulders and slide down to his sides. She grabs him, pulls him down completely on top of her and grips her nails into his back. She is still quaking underneath him, he can feel her body vibrating and she sucks hard on his shoulder to muffle her cries.

Warrick grabs underneath her ass and pushes her hot pussy against his groin. He wanted to feel the throbbing and the heat he created. She had him absolutely mesmerized. He could barely breathe from the pleasure and he didn't even care that they were embraced between sweat and cum…he was literally high from her.

"Holy..ssshhhit…" she said still breathing heavily.

Whoooooshhhh," was the only sound Warrick could make as he rolled off of her.

"What did we just do!" she panted.

"Um, I don't think I need to school you on it," he laughed.

"I mean…what did we just do!" she rolled to her side and looked at him, "did we really just fuck each other's brains out?"

Warrick ran his hand over his face. "Yep, I do believe we just did."

"No way. No way. I can't believe it," she repeated over and over.

"You know what I can't believe?" Warrick turned his head to look at her.

"What?" she asked.

"I can't believe we didn't do this sooner! Dayummm, Honey!" he said loudly.

"I'm still not your Honey," Trista said flatly.

The two of them looked at each other before bursting out with laughter.