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Title: Troika

Rating: M

WARNINGS: Slash: G/Sam; Squick: M-preg G Callen; Whump: G Callen

Story Details and Full Disclaimer in Chapter 1: My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA.

A Promise

Chapter 19

G twisted in one direction and found his hands secured behind his back. His hands began to sweat and his throat became dry. He swallowed hard several times trying to relieve his parched throat. No luck. G squirmed in the opposite direction and opened his eyes. Darkness. He felt movement on the bed and stifled a yelp.

"Easy, sweetheart, relax."

"Take these damned handcuffs off."

"They're not handcuffs." Sam smoothed the soft velvet cloth around his husband's wrist. "They're soft as a—"

"Damn it, I'm not into this kinky, f-upped, stuff you are into!"

"Whoa, sweetheart, this isn't about something kinky."

"It's not?" G turned his head in Sam's direction. "Prove it and take them off."

"Nope."

"Why the hell not?"

"Getting everything ready for—"

"Take them off now," G said whimpering.

Sam laid down beside G drawing him into his body. "Easy, man, I'm preparing things for later." He lifted the blindfold and saw his husband's wet eyes. "Okay, but it will ruin my surprise."

"What?"

"While you planned and wrote the lists, I planned my part of our special vacation together."

"You got me."

"Yes, safe word is babies."

"Great, not a good word."

"Then try, I want a baby."

"Okay, weird but true."

"Good." Sam pulled the blindfold back over G's eyes.

"You could at least give me a clue."

"Nope." He climbed off the bed and drew a soft blanket over G's body. "You rest and I'll—"

"Damn it."

Sam settled down on their king-sized bed again. "Talk to me."

"Please just—I want a baby."

"Giving up so soon?"

G squirmed and yanked on his wrists trying to extricate himself from the fabric.

"Easy, sweetheart." Sam drew him back against his body stroking G's chest and torso. "Relax, I'm not going to—"

"Shit! Let me go bastard!"

"Sweetheart, stop this, you know I won't hurt you."

"They did," he said, breathless from his struggling and a memory coming back to him.

"They?"

"Crap, just stop it already, and take these off me."

"What are you remembering?"

G panted and jerked his body trying to free himself from his husband's arms. "Can't tell you, won't tell you."

"You know I'll—"

"Damn it, STOP!" His body quivered and the palm of his hands and his chest broke out in a sweat.

"Okay, I'll take them off." Sam reached down to his husband's hands and noticed they were damp as well as the velveteen cloth securing them. "You are safe, sweetheart, I promise."

"Crap, just don't do it."

"Do what?"

G buried his face in the aqua blue bedspread. "It, damn it, what they did."

"Who?" Sam softened his voice to a whisper.

"Them, can't say it."

"The people who kidnapped you, the ones who made you into a guinea pig?"

He nodded.

"You know I would never do anything to hurt you."

"I know but…"

"This position is triggering you?"

"Everything is triggering me, damn it, just take it off, take them both off, I can't do this, sorry," G said, breathless.

Sam started to untie the velveteen cloth wrapped around G's wrists.

"Stop."

"What?"

"I want the surprise to be… you know, a surprise, but I'm too triggered."

"I'll keep the blindfold on you."

"I want this but I don't want this," he said. "I'm so confused."

"Triggered, sweetheart, and that was not my intention," Sam said. "Let me finish removing these."

"No!"

He sighed. "Now I'm confused."

"Sorry, crap, keep going with the surprise."

"You sure?"

"Yes." G sighed.

"Okay, time for part two." He stood and brought G off the bed with him and helped him into the bathroom. "Time for a nice shower together before we get dressed."

"Dressed?"

"Yes, in some very nice clothes."

"Not a single clue?"

"Nope."

"You are getting undressed?" G asked with a quavering voice.

"Let's put it this way, if we want to shower it is best that we do so in the nude." Sam laid his bathrobe and nightshirt on the countertop. "Let's get in the shower." He side-stepped G into the walk-in, floor to ceiling aqua and deep blue, tiled shower.

"I'm naked? How come I didn't notice I was naked? Shit! What's wrong with me?" G jerked away from his husband and struggled to remain standing.

Sam steadied him with one hand while bringing him under the shower head. "Easy, sweetheart, you are a little stressed over my tactics."

"I'm passed a little."

"I didn't intend for you to get triggered."

"What did you intend?"

"To prepare you for the surprise."

"Damn it, just tell what the hell is—"

Sam flipped G around to face him and enveloped his husband's mouth with his own forcing his tongue deep inside. The passionate kiss lingered for several moments before Sam stopped and asked, "Trust me?"

"You know I do."

"Then don't worry about it." Sam started to wash G's bound and blindfolded body and face. "I'm not into kinky and you know it." He kissed his husband's soapy face. "Trust me, you'll love every moment I've planned." Sam washed his hair and rinsed the love of his life from head to toe. "There, now you are ready for the next step."

"How many more steps?"

"A couple, at least a couple."

"I don't know if…"

"Safe words."

"I want to continue."

Sam backed G up to a teak bench in the shower and eased him down onto it. "Stay here while I finish bathing." He finished washing himself while watching his husband. "Talk to me."

"He… they… I keep, it keeps going through my brain again and again."

"What does?"

"The memory of what they did."

"When?"

G started to stand. He needed to run away from this, as far away as possible. Sam came over and steadied him, pushing him back down on the teak bench and settling down next to him.

"When, sweetheart?"

"The beginning." He shuddered hard and pulled away from his husband.

"You are safe, sweetheart."

"Why now?" G asked. "We're on this romantic, tropical island and I'm having a damned memory."

"I triggered you, remember, it's okay." Sam brought him into his side with a strong arm around G's shoulders. "You can tell me anything."

"Need to get out of the shower."

"Okay, let's do that." He took G's hand and together they exited the shower and dried off in the bathroom before reentering the bedroom. "Let me hold you on the bed."

"Forget it." G backed away and started to trip on his towel.

Sam reached out and steadied him again pulling G down on the bed with him.

"No!"

"Easy, sweetheart, just let the memory come." Sam reached down and released the cloth around G's wrists.

"And let it destroy me?"

"Nothing is going to destroy you now."

"Our vacation."

"What about it?"

"This ruins what you had planned."

"Nope, the door is open and the time is right."

"What?"

Sam drew G closer to him. "The memory is here, just let it come."

G edged backward into Sam's warmth and sighed. He relaxed some more and sighed again. "Difficult to talk about."

"No rush."

"I tried to tell you before the first time we made love."

"I remember you wanting to talk to me."

"Yes, and I couldn't say it, couldn't tell you, and I don't know if I can tell you—Sam!"

He kissed and sucked along G's neck and stopped. "Yes?"

"You know what that does to me."

"Yes, I do."

"I… hold me tighter, real close." When he felt Sam's arms tighten around his waist, he relaxed into the feeling of being completely cared for and protected. "They raped me, the scientists raped me. And then… damn it, I remember this machine raped me." He cringed saying those words. It was the first time he admitted it even to himself and speaking those words made it real.

"That is probably how they enabled you to get pregnant."

"That machine?" G shuddered and cringed again.

"Yes, that's what I'm thinking, at least it is possible."

"That's creepy, please hold me tighter."

Sam tightened his hold drawing G snug against his warm, naked body. "You are safe, sweetheart."

"I never wanted to admit that even to myself."

"I can imagine how scary that was for you." He kissed G's neck and the back of his head. "I'm sorry you suffered through those assaults. You didn't deserve any of that."

"All I wanted to find…" G sniffled back tears, "was my father. That's all I wanted."

"Instead, you suffered multiple rapes."

"And I got a family… and you… and I guess that makes it all worthwhile."

"It doesn't negate what they did to you, sweetheart."

"I'm not saying that," he said stopping to sniffle back more tears. "I'm saying, I don't know what I'm saying. Damn it."

"Well, I do know what I'm saying." Sam pulled off G's blindfold.

"No!"

"Yes." While he slid off the bed, he pulled his husband into a sitting position. Afterward, he kneeled before him with a small, aqua blue, velvet covered box in his left hand. "Will you G. Callen marry me?"

G's jaw dropped. "I…." Tears flooded his eyes again. "Why do I keep crying as if I am pregnant again?"

"I hope you are." Sam said with a sheepish grin.

"What?" G's jaw dropped again. "What did you do, Sam, what the hell did you do?"

"I got a placebo from the doctor's office and replaced your daily medicine with it."

"You what!"

"I wanted to celebrate the anniversary of our first pregnancy with our last child and our formal wedding."

"You planned this all while I planned everything else?"

"Yes, sweetheart," Sam said, "do you think eight is enough."

"I think that's a little cliche." G wrapped his arms around his husband's neck and drew him into a kiss. "And I love the idea of having eight kids. Thank you."

"And?" Sam pulled backward and held the ring box open in his left hand.

"Yes, yes a thousand times."

He grasped G's left hand and removed the other ring and slid the new one onto his finger. "This first one was supposed to be temporary."

"I want to keep it."

"I'll get it resized for your right hand, okay?"

"Perfect."

Sam stood and pulled G up with him into a hug.

"That's a first."

"What?"

"A nude proposal."

"Bearing all."

"Horrible joke, Sam."

"I thought so too." He released his husband. "Time for the blindfold again while I dress you." He grabbed it off the bed and positioned it snuggly around G's eyes. "Ready?"

"Yes."

Sam lead him by the hand into the walk-in closet and settled him down on a bright blue microfiber covered round hassock in the middle of it. He started dressing G in an aqua blue dress shirt. "Damn, you are sexy when pregnant."

"I'm showing?"

"A little and it is perfect for this day, just as I planned for you to look today."

"I paid close attention to my list and failed to notice someone was busy changing my life."

Sam leaned over and kissed him. "I hope everything meets with your approval."

"It does so far."

He finished dressing G's entire body in a dark blue tuxedo and topped it off with a single red rose on his lapel honoring their first baby. Next Sam dressed himself.

"I want to dress you."

"No."

"What? Why?"

"This day is about us and especially about you, the love of my life."

"What?"

"And our children which you made possible."

"You helped too."

"Yes, I did, and without your body, we wouldn't have our children, our family." Sam leaned over and kissed him again.

"I get it now," G said lying back on the hassock on his propped up elbows. "You wanted me emotional when you officially married me."

"Yes, I can't tell a lie, I wanted you connected to yourself, to us, and to the children."

"Evil, pure evil."

"And you love it."

"I do." A wide grin spread over his face.

"Ready to officially get married?"

"What about our marriage vows?"

"All planned, all written down."

"But I—"

"I listened well and kept a record of your words."

"Damn, you are good and so good to me."

Sam helped G off the hassock and drew him into his arms passionately kissing him. G returned an equally passionate kiss and wrapped his arms around Sam's waist.

"I love you," G said.

"And I love you," Sam said grasping his husband's hand and leading him toward the door.

"The blindfold?" G pointed at it.

"Not yet."

He sighed and relaxed knowing Sam had planned every detail.

Sam entered an elevator and drew G backward against him. "You are sexy in that color."

"I think you have a one track mind."

"Yes, I can't wait for our honeymoon."

"What?"

"Starts tonight."

"Here?"

"Nope."

"You got me, I've got no idea what you've planned."

"I know," Sam whispered into his left ear and sucked on his ear lobe.

G pressed his body backward into Sam's. "I'll give you all day and night to cut that out," he said breathless from the attack on his most sensitive erogenous zone and even more sensitive when he was pregnant. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"One more baby." He clasped his hands below his abdomen and smiled. One more baby.

The elevator stopped and Sam grasped G's hand guiding him toward a covered outdoor pavilion. He pressed a single finger against his lips to signal everyone gathered there to keep quiet. Before his children saw them, Sam lead G up the aisle toward a podium. He knew they would squeal and giggle in delight if they saw their parents. "You ready?"

"Yes."

"Keep your eyes closed at first." Sam pulled the blindfold off G's eyes.

He slowly opened his eyes and gasped.

Sam guided him further toward the pavilion while G's eyes adjusted to the bright afternoon's sunlight.

"Everyone is here."

"Yes."

G eyed the area around the pavilion's center. All of their children; the boys dressed in aqua and dark blue tuxedos and the girls dressed in frilly aqua blue party dresses. Marty, Kensi, Eric, Nell, and Hetty stood behind the children dressed in matching outfits. Hetty wore a dress, well, of sorts, more like a suit in teal blue with a frilly dark teal blue blouse.

Tears blurred G's eyesight again.

Sam had more than planned this wedding day; he perfected it.

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