Title: Anything
By: wojo62
Rated NC-17 (sexual content)
Disclaimer: Not mine, wish they were.
Summmary: Possible missing scenes from 'Viva Las Vegas'. My interpretation as to why Grissom gave Greg another chance.
Beta'd by martian_kitty Much thanks!!

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The conversation in the hallway ripped at Greg's gut, he could feel his hopes of becoming a CSI slipping away.

"You inspected the toilet bowls for evidence?" Gil Grissom asked.

"Well, when you gotta go, you gotta go." Greg answered.

Hodges slowly blew out a breath, shaking his head in disbelief.

"At a crime scene, Greg?" Gil asked looking shocked.

"Everybody knows you hold it." added Hodges.

"Yeah, you go across the street or next door. Somewhere other than the scene until you clear the restroom. Did you clear the restroom?" Gil asked.

"No.." Greg said, feeling like he'd been kicked in the stomach.'How could I be so stupid?' He thought to himself.

"Well," Gil continued. "You could have flushed away evidence, wiped away fingerprints from the handle. Make sure you include this in your field notes."

Grissom walked away, obviously disappointed and annoyed. He expected more from Greg and was sure he knew better.

"I like Chandra," Hodges said smirking. "She's cute."

Later in the bathroom at the club, Grissom and Greg inspect the toilet. Greg lowers and removes the tank's lid. He sits it on the toilet seat, and he looks inside.

"Duct tape." Greg says, as he walks over and picks up his kit. He sat it on the sink, opened it, and removed a pair of tweezers. "So the shooter stuck a gun in the toilet earlier to avoid the metal detector." He returns to the stall.

"Echoes of Michael Corleone." Gil said, matter of factly.

"So, if Manny is the shooter why would he need to hide his own gun?" Greg asked.

"He wouldn't. So what are you gonna do next?"

"Check for prints." Greg paused and then continued. "But first I need to know, is it too late? Did I already fail?"

"Greg, you know I can't answer that now. You have to wait until your evaluation."

"Grissom please, just get it over with. Level with me. Tell me now."

"You failed."

"Is there anything I can do to get a second chance?" Greg asked moving closer to Gil.

Gil shrugged. "I don't think so Greg."

Greg had tears in his eyes as he moved towards Gil and put his arms around his shoulders, hugging him. Gil reluctantly put his arms around Greg's waist, at first thinking he just needed comfort. Gil was sure Greg was about to cry in his arms. Then he felt Greg's lips on his neck. Greg was kissing and licking his neck, working his way up to his ear. He felt Greg's tongue on his earlobe and felt his hot breath as he whispered.

"Please Grissom, I'll do anything."

Gils response surprised him. His cock sprang to life, and he was suddenly hard as a rock. He could not believe what Greg was doing to him. Greg felt Gil's arousal against him and he rocked his hips over Gil's erection, causing a moan to escape his lips.

"I do mean anything." Greg whispered seductively.

Then he quickly sank to his knees. He ran his hand over the bulge in Gil's pants and smirked as he heard him moan in response. Before Gil realized what was happening Greg had the snap of his pants undone and slid the zipper down. He reached for the waistband and pulled Gil's pants and underwear down to his knees. Greg grabbed the base of Gil's cock and slowly stroked him as he began to kiss and lick his length. Gil's breathing became faster as the pleasure took hold of him.

Greg eagerly took the shaft into his mouth, licking the head of Gil's cock. Gil threw his head back and growled low in his throat. He reached down and entwined his fingers in Greg's hair. Gil cried out as Greg took him as deep as he could get, and then up again slowly, cupping and stroking his balls gently in his hand. Then Greg began to suck as fast and hard as he could over and over, up and down the length of his cock.

Gil was panting now, his breathing fast and shallow. He moaned continuously as waves of pleasure overtook him. He felt that familiar sensation creep into his balls, he was so close now. He was past the point of no return and could hold back no longer. Greg continued to suck hard and fast, all the while still stroking the base of Gil's cock with one hand and massaging his balls with the other.

"Awww Greg.... I can't, hold.... oh god... I'm gonna...cum!" He let out an almost animal-like cry and exploded into Greg's mouth. Greg swallowed all of it without hesitation. Afterwards, he let Gil's dick fall from his mouth and he looked up at him and smiled. As Gil came down from his orgasm he looked down and locked eyes with Greg. He removed his fingers from Greg's hair and motioned for him to stand. Greg got up and faced him.

"Well, Greg, you never cease to surprise me with your talent."

"Thank you."

After a moment of silence, Grissom spoke. "I didn't know you were gay, Greg."

"I'm not. I'm like a pedulum, you know."

"A pendulum?"

"Yeah. I swing both ways." Greg smirked.

"I see… so, do you expect me to return the favor?"

"That won't be necessary. I came in my pants as soon as I tasted your cum in my mouth. So, Grissom, what do you say about that second chance?" Greg asked hopefully.

"I'll definitely give it some thought, Greg. Now I suggest we get back to the lab and finish processing this evidence."

Greg felt deflated. He had just given, what he believed, was the best blow job in his life and it was all for nothing? Was he to be stuck in the lab the rest of his life? Gil could be so damn unfeeling sometimes.

"Yes, sir." Greg said, and he turned to leave with Gil following behind him.

Gil watched as Greg went on ahead of him, focused on his butt as he walked.'He can do amazing things with that mouth besides his endless talking. I wonder what that ass would be like spread out beneath me.' Gil thought to himself. He was already half hard again just thinking about it. He decided he was going to find out.

Later that evening when they returned to the club. Greg stood by and watched as Gil worked his magic on the waitress who finally admitted she killed her boss because he was blackmailing her. She seemed clueless to the fact that even in Vegas murder was still a crime, and she would have to go to jail. After Brass arrested her, Gil left the club with Greg in tow. They drove away and headed back to the lab but instead of returning to the lab Gil pulled into a parking lot surrounded by condominiums. He pulled into a parking space, stopped and shut off the engine.

"Where are we?" Greg asked.

"My place."

"Why are we here?"

"You said you'd do anything, remember?"

Greg only nodded. Gil got out of the truck and Greg did the same. They walked together to the entrance of Gil's home. Gil unlocked the door and they stepped inside. Greg looked around, admiring the simple decor and admired how orderly it all was. It was so Grissom.

"Greg, we don't have a lot of time. The bedrooms this way."

Gil motioned towards the hallway that lead to his bedroom. Greg followed him down the hall to his room. Gil stepped inside and stood close to the bed. Greg stood in the doorway, as if he wasn't sure what to do next.

"Come here Greg." Gil waved him closer.

Greg walked over to Gil and stood in front of him. He suddenly felt nervous as Gil reached out and put his hands on Greg's hips.

"I've been thinking about our conversation in the club restroom all night, Greg." Which was obvious by the bulge now protruding in Gil's pants. "I've gotten a taste Greg, and now I need some more."

"Yes, sir." Greg said and he started to drop to his knees, but Gil stopped him.

"No, Greg."

"You don't want me to suck you off again?" Greg asked, confused.

"No." Gil said, reaching around and grasping Greg's ass in his hands, pulling him closer. He could feel Greg's arousal against him.

"I want to fuck you, if you wouldn't mind. You said "anything", did you mean it?" He said while caressing his ass. His voice growing deeper with desire.

Greg swallowed hard, this was not what he expected, but he wanted it so badly. "Yes," he almost whispered.

"Very well then. Take off your pants, Greg. I want to get a look at you."

Greg removed his jeans and boxers as he was told without saying a word. He kicked both garments to the side and stood half naked in front of Gil. Gil smiled as he took Greg's hard cock in his hand, stroking it gently. Greg sucked in his breath and let out a moan.

"Very impressive, Greg."

Greg just smiled sheepishly and waited. Gil instructed him to get onto the bed and to get on his knees. Greg did so, and Gil retrieved a bottle of lube from his nightstand. Then he proceeded to remove his own pants and climb up onto the bed behind Greg.

"My God, Greg.. Your ass is so perfect." He said, as he again began to caress it gently but firmly.

"Now, I need you to spread your legs for me."

Greg did as instructed and spread his legs to give Gil access. Gil breathed in heavily at the sight before him. He could not believe this was really happening. Greg Sanders was about to give himself completely to him and he could hardly wait.

"That's a good boy. You have no idea how amazing you look right now."

Gil was captivated by Greg's youth and beauty. Greg looked back at him, looking up through his long lashes. Gil was transfixed by his eyes, as they were the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen. He was sure he saw something in them, was it adoration or love? Did Greg share his feelings? Until now, feelings he has had to hide for so long. He came to the realization that he loved Greg and he always has. He swallowed a lump in his throat. Greg looked away and lowered his head into the pillow and hugged it to him as he waited for Gil's touch.

Gil snapped open the cap on the bottle of lube and trickled warm liquid between the crack of Greg's ass. He massaged the oily substance around the rim of Greg's hole, making Greg gasp. He then slipped the tip of his finger inside and drove his finger deep into Greg, striking his prostrate. Greg let out a shriek of pleasure in response. He continued driving in and out with his finger, making Greg cry out with pleasure at every stroke.

"That feels so good, doesn't it Greg? You love it, don't you? You want more?"

"Please, oh God, yes!" Greg begged.

Gil added more lube and inserted another finger into Greg's ass and began to move in and out, faster and harder. Scissoring as he went. Greg was moaning loudly and thrusting his hips backwards to urge Gil on and begged for more!

"More...Gil, please...Oh yes! YES!! I want it so bad!" Greg pleaded.

"Are you ready, Greg?" Gil asked breathlessly. "Do want me to fuck you? Come on, tell me you want it...TELL ME!!" He demanded. His cock aching with need.

"YES! Gil. Please, fuck me now, I want it now PLEASE!! Take me!"

Gil wasted little time. He poured more lube into his hand and massaged it onto his throbbing cock. He positioned himself against Greg's entrance and pushed inside. He was overwhelmed by Greg's tight heat.

"Oh God Greg, you have the tightest ass I've ever fucked."

Gil held onto Greg's hips and began to thrust into him. Withdrawing and pushing in deep again, agonizingly slow and steady. Greg cried out and pushed back to meet Gil's thrusts. He was ready to be fucked like an animal, just like his favorite song.

"Gil PLEASE!"

"Oh God, Greg. You want it so bad, don't you? Tell me you love being fucked! Love the feel of my cock deep in your ass, TELL ME DAMMIT!!"

"YES...YES...Oh Gil, I want it...love it...feels so good...fuck me harder, Gil!!"

Finally, Gil drove deep inside him. He pounded into him fast and hard, over and over again. His balls slapping against Greg's ass as he slammed into him deep and hard, striking his prostate every time until Greg was incoherent with ecstasy and animal-like cries burst from his throat. He gripped the bedsheets so hard his knuckles turned white. Gil reached around and grasped Greg's cock and stroked him in time with his relentless pounding. He knew he must be getting close.

"Be a good boy and cum for me, Greg! I want to hear you scream!!"

Greg let out a loud scream and came hard, pumping his warm sticky seed onto the sheets and Gil's hand. The feel of Greg's body clenching around him made Gil lose all control, he thrust once more and exploded deep into Greg's ass. They both collapsed onto the bed, panting from their release.

After they were finally able to catch their breath and had relaxed enough to move, Gil got up and redressed. Greg got up and sat on the edge of the bed, summoning the strength to stand up and do the same.

"Better get dressed, Greg. We need to get back to the lab." Gil pointed out.

"I know, it's just that nobody's worn me out like that before. It was amazing."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, but we really have to go now." He urged him.

Greg got up and also redressed. He smiled at Gil and started to leave the room, but Gil grabbed his arm and turned him around to face him. Gil pulled Greg towards him and kissed him hard, while Greg kissed him back eagerly. Gil shoved his tongue deep into Greg's mouth, tasting and exploring. Then, just as quickly, pulled away.

"Let's go." He said, walking away.

Greg followed him out of the room and out to the truck. They got in and drove the rest of the way to the lab in silence.

Back at the lab in Gil's office Greg finally spoke for the first time since they left the condo.

"Grissom, we shared something incredible. So, what do you say now about a second chance?"

"Is that all it meant to you, Greg?"

"No, no it was...I...I didn't mean it like that. Sorry."

"Well, Greg, I must point out that exchanging sexual favors in return for career advancement or favoritism is strictly against departmental policy." Gil began. "If I were to consider our encounters when making my decision that would be unethical and could possibly risk both our jobs. Understand, Greg?"

"Yes, sir." Greg sighed. He could not believe this was happening. He felt like he'd just been kicked in the nuts. He fought the tears back, he would not cry in front of Grissom.

"However, off the record, it was the greatest sexual experience of my life, and I sincerely hope we can do it again. I care about you, Greg, and I want to explore this further. I hope thats not just one sided."

"No, it's not. I want to, too."

"Good. Now, let's get on with your evaluation."

Grissom opened the file in front of him and read through it quickly. He sat it down in front of him as he began to speak.

"You committed a fatal error, Greg. You compromised evidence at a crime scene. Judgments like that can cost us a conviction. In order to solo in the field you have to successfully complete three proficiencies." He dropped the file in front of Greg.

"I failed this one." Greg said looking and feeling like he was about to die.

"Yeah."

Greg stood up and turned to leave the office, his head hanging in defeat and sadness. Gil, feeling a bit guilty and wanting him to succeed, removed his glasses and spoke a single word.

"But..."

Greg flinched a bit hearing the word and was again filled with some hope, but he didn't show it in case he was wrong again. He turned around.

"Since you found a suitable replacement in the lab, I'm going to give you one more chance."

"Thank you...thank you." Greg simply said and left the office.

Gil watched him go, admiring that nice round ass he had just had the pleasure of fucking a short time ago. Suddenly, he was hard again.'My God.' He thought to himself as he reached down and rubbed his erection through his pants.'That boy is going to be the death of me. But, at least I'll die a happy man.'

~The End~