Title: The Gospel According To Tony
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) Darkness Moves, 2) Perfect Deviant, 3) Public Displays, 4) Shared Toys, 5) Hands Tied, 6) Sheer Madness, 7) Manipulation, 8) Enough
Warnings: violence, rape/non-con, other pairings
Summary: Greg's history.

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Of all the days to give up sex – Nick cursed himself for choosing this one. He woke up harder than he ever had in his life – and he wanted to kill himself for it. He had spent the night having vivid nightmares of Greg fucking faceless guys in clubs. Of both of them participating in violent orgies. Of Greg fucking him against the wall so hard that they wall would be cracked. They were dreams that had scared the shit out of him. And yet, he woke up rock hard.

Nick sat up in bed, but Greg was already gone. Nick could hear the shower running. He wanted to join Greg, but he couldn't with his erection – he had been the one that had suggested that they didn't have sex. Nick grabbed the towel that he had used for the ice and he held it in front of his dick as he began to stroke himself. He felt so dirty when he was done – the scenario that had finally gotten him off was of him sucking Greg's dick as a stranger sucked him.

Nick heard the shower click off and he struggled to make it look as though nothing had happened.

"I jerked off in the shower," Greg announced as he stepped out of the bathroom.

"How do you feel?" Nick asked as he tried to stuff the towel under the mattress.

"Could use another dose of medicine."

"Kay." Nick leaned over to grab the medicine. When he sat back up, Greg was on all fours like a cat. His back was arched and his ass was in the air.

"Greg..." Nick whined.

"I know – no sex. I'm just asking you to stick your fingers in my ass," Greg teased.

"Right – no sex," Nick said breathlessly as he moved dangerously close to Greg's ass. He tentatively stuck his tongue out and ghosted over Greg's injured asshole.

"Nicky, don't tease me – it's not nice."

Nick pressed his tongue flat against Greg's hole and laved the injured flesh. He knew he shouldn't do it – but he did it any way.

"Get me hard Nicky and don't let me fuck you and I'll have to kill you," Greg threatened as he thrust toward Nick. The blood was already rushing back into his penis.

Nick kissed his way down Greg's taint and began to suck gently on the backs of Greg's balls. Despite the fact that they both had just jerked off, they both were becoming hard. Nick lay down on his back and positioned his head just below Greg's growing cock.

"Suck me Nicky – this isn't fair."

Nick grasped his own dick in one hand and used the other to guide Greg's to his mouth. Greg moaned and thrust shallowly. Nick opened his mouth and relaxed his throat so that Greg could thrust in and out. With his freed hand he moved it across the bed to find the tube of Neosporin he had left. With surprising dexterity he managed to open the cap. He had to pull his hand momentarily from his own member to smear the gel onto his hand. He put his left hand back on his dick and then the right hand at Greg's hole. Using the medication as lube he began to finger Greg.

"Nicky, fuck!" Greg started to thrust wildly as Nick continued to probe his hole. Nick focused on slackening his jaw and repressing his gag reflex. His mouth hurt and his hands hurt – but he never wanted it to end. Nick slipped his finger in as far as he could manage and twisted it. Greg screamed and slammed into Nick so far that his balls were on Nick's chin when he came.

Nick slipped his finger out and let Greg collapse by his side. Greg crawled over to Nick and threw his legs up into the air before lunging between them. He brought his mouth down and rimmed Nick while helping to jerk him off. Nick ground his feet into Greg's back when he came.

"Fuck," Nick managed to spit out.

"Yeah, I didn't think you would be able to get it up that fast either," Greg said breathlessly as he leaned back against the bed.

"What?"

"Like I couldn't tell that you had just jerked off when I came out of the shower. Jesus, you can really be naοve."

"Oh," Nick mumbled as a blush covered his body.

"That is the best medicinal application I have ever had in my life. Just to let you know."

"Glad I could be of help."

"Especially since it was your fault." It was a slap in Nick's face – as if he hadn't felt bad enough about ripping that vibrator out of Greg.

"I said I was sorry."

"Everyone says they're sorry."

"What the fuck to I have to do to prove I'm sorry!" Nick was drained – he just didn't know what to say anymore.

"Whatever. I have to go home before shift – and come up with a fucking story about why I can't fucking sit." Greg got up and started to dress.

"Greg, don't go. You have all you need here. Can't you just stay here until we have to go to work?"

"I've already gotten what I want. There isn't a reason to stay."

"Love is more than just fucking, Greg."

"Blah, blah, blah. I've got shit to do." He finished dressing and slammed the door as he left.

Nick swiped his arm across the bedside table – sending the contents flying across the room. The glass lamp shattered as it made contact with the wall. "Fucking bastard!" he yelled to no one as he went into the bathroom for a shower.

....

Nick had dressed in his best 'club slut' outfit, as he called it, to try and find Tony. He still didn't know how he was going to get into a club that obviously didn't want him – but he certainly had to try.

By the time he got there, there was a line around the corner of the building. Nick decided that he wouldn't wait and went straight to the front of the line to try to make some headway with the bouncer.

"Get in line, fag."

"I'm here to see Tony."

"Fucking lovely."

"It's about Greg."

The bouncer squinted at him. "You're Greg's toy, aren't you? Heard Greg had a little breakdown the other day."

Nick stood his ground. "Listen, I need to talk to Tony. Greg said this is where I would find him."

A man came out of the building behind the bouncer, who apparently had some hidden way to summon people. "This is Nate – he'll take you to Tony."

Nick ducked under the rope and followed Nate through the packed club. Just outside the door to Tony's office, an older looking businessman had a young boy pinned to the wall. The older man just winked at Nick and continued his fuck.

The door opened and Tony came out. "I hear you're here about Greg."

"Yeah."

"Come in."

Nick followed him in and sat down on the chair. The office overlooked the entire dance floor, but was completely soundproof.

"Can I get you anything, - "

"Nick. And, no, I'm fine, thank you."

"Polite Texan. A little out of Greg's normal type – but he has been all over the map." Tony sat down and lit a cigarette. "So, what brings you here?"

"I want to know about Greg's past. He told me to find you."

"And why would you want to know that. What's done is done."

"I love him and I want to know."

"No one loves Greg – you fuck Greg – that's what he's good for."

"Don't say shit like that. I don't know what Greg you know – but you can't talk about my Greg like that."

"How fucking adorable – 'my Greg' – Jesus. Trust me, I've know Greg since he was a twink and he's not the boyfriend type."

"We've been together two years now."

"And he hasn't gotten bored? Well, I mean – with all the shit that boy does in here – I suppose he wouldn't, would he? He's got a real understanding boy in you."

"I didn't know about that shit."

"I saw your performance that night. This really isn't your scene."

"It's not."

"It's Greg's scene. Been his scene for a long time. He's a top now – but when he was a kid, he was one fucking hell of a bottom. Jeez, I'd kill to have a shot at that kid again."

Nick gripped the arms of his chair. "I said not to talk about him like that," he growled.

"Greg's a whore – always has been. You've come here in search of the truth, right? This is it, sugar. You're boy has been fucked so many times I'm surprised his asshole isn't permanently open. I've seen him take lines of men and just sit there and let them fuck him – one right after another. There was this leather bar back in Frisco he used to go to where they would whip him and shove all sorts of un-Godly shit into him. Then they would leave him in the back. Do you want to know how many times I took that kid to the hospital?"

Nick jumped to his feet. "And then you'd fuck him – payment for time and services?"

"Well, I was still better than the sick fucks he let own him. The shit they would do to him – you couldn't stomach it even if I could force the words out of my mouth. One day – he just became a top – had enough I suppose. Did things to men that were done to him – made them his. The way he made you his. That kid may be a hot fuck, but he is one sick, manipulative little bastard."

Nick's mouth was dry and the room was spinning.

"You want that glass of water now, Nick?"

Nick shook his head and bolted for the door. He nearly tripped over the pair fucking in the hallway. He shoved his way out of the club and promptly vomited on the front steps. If that was the edited version, he was sure that he couldn't handle the truth.

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Next story in series - Whore.