Title: A Warm Afternoon's Breeze
By: writeslikeyoda
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Characters: Nick Stokes/Warrick Brown
Table: 1
Prompt 23: Sight
Word Count: 1348
Rating: FRAO
Warning: This fic contains strongly graphic m/m slash. If that squiks you out then please don't read it okay?
Author's Notes: This fic is based in the AU world of Sylum Clan. If you don't know Sylum Clan...where have you been all this time? Anyway, its AU...Nick is a Roman General, Warrick a Pirate...leaders of a Vampire Clan...that's as basic as I can explain it...but go check out Sylum if you get the chance and it should explain things much better...
Notes #2: Written from Warrick's PoV and dedicated to Bev *too* for supplying me with so many smutty bunnies...

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I lay on my back on the big soft blanket, watching as the warm, magnolia-scented breeze gently stirred the branches of the old tree above my head.  In my arms Nick began to stir.

 

We had stolen a few quiet hours, just the two of us together, in the cool dappled shade of the oldest tree on Manor grounds, away from the stresses and pressures, the demands and expectations.  Just time alone was a rare thing on occasion, and in the heat Nick had fallen asleep with me a little while before.

 

But it was okay.  He needs to rest, and through the bond it felt like contentment was surrounding us then, even when Thomas brought us chilled white wine and a plate of sliced fruits, before discreetly withdrawing with a whispered assurance that we'd not be disturbed.

 

That man has the power to read mind sometimes...I swear it.

 

Nick blinked sleepily and I kissed his temple in reassurance, running a languid hand over his shoulders.  We didn't need words at moments like these.  We knew each other too intimately.  Soft murmurs and whispered sighs were sufficient.

 

The wine was Vernaacchia di San Gimignano, my favourite.  It tastes like the summer, when we sat on the steps of the Duomo in Florence and under a cloudless sky started making plans for building Sylum...

 

I sipped carefully before reaching for a slice of apple, nibbling on it as Nick watched in fascination.  I could tease him all day like this if I wanted to, and deliberately drew my tongue over the fruit, savouring it before I popped it into my mouth.  With his body against mine, I could feel him begin to stir, and as I picked up a strawberry, biting into the soft flesh, sucking it between my lips, he growled and pinned me down against the blanket. 

 

His kiss stole the strawberry from my mouth, and juice trickled slowly down my chin.  He chuckled before lapping it up, then pulling away he sat back, pulling me up too, kissing me deeply, possessively, lovingly.  His lips tickled my ear as he whispered in the old language of adoration and need, of what he and I would forever share, bonded souls for eternity.

 

As I shuddered, he laughed softly, pushing me back to the blanket, and kissing his way down my neck.  His body was solid against mine.  I love the way he presses down on me, so close, so real, so very vital.  When he slowly undresses me I can feel his smile on my skin as he kisses the newly exposed flesh, and then all rational thoughts cease as I feel his hot mouth closing over my erection.

 

With a sigh I close my eyes, listening to the wind rustle through the leaves above us.  I can feel Nick's hands on my body, stroking me, caressing me.  He's making love to me with his mouth, his fingers, his whole body.  He presses a little closer and I can't help but moan at the liquid passion running through me.  He's kissing me, licking me, and I can feel the end coming.

 

I must've moved, seeking more, wanting all of that warm wet mouth because suddenly he's pinning me down, sucking harder, taking me all the way in, and I'm lost...

 

I pant slightly when he starts playing with my nipples then he just lets go of me completely and I can't stop from groaning in despair.

 

"Look at me," he whispers, "I want you to look at me when you come!"

 

I open my eyes and gaze at my beautiful mate.  His cheeks are flushed; his eyes almost black with lust and need, and his hands are on my cock, stroking me with just the right pressure, hitting all the right spots.  Without losing my gaze, he bends down again, close to where I really, really want to have him, and without warning he's deep throating me again.

 

I yell his name, and all the while dark eyes keep me fixated.  I can't look away, and I don't even want to try.

 

He's sucking; licking, kissing, and I can't stop it.  With a strangled moan I come hard in Nick's mouth, and my head falls back against the tree.  I can feel him kissing his way upward until his lips reach mine and I can taste myself mingled with the faint flavour of that strawberry.

 

His own erection touches my belly.  He's still hard, and wanting, so I reach down to take him in my hand and he gasps into my mouth.  I know where to touch him too.  We can both play this game.

 

Without releasing his mouth I begin to stroke him, back and forth, his whole length, enjoying the way he squirms against me.  He wants me to grab him harder, but I don't.  I know it will last longer this way, if I'm tender and gentle, and I know how much he loves it when I finally give him what he needs and allow him to come.

 

Pushing him away just a little, I turn us around so that he's lying under me now.  I gaze down at my mate, drinking in the sight of him, and he knows so well how I adore that small, tender smile as he looks up at me.  But then he gasps, open mouthed when I close my hand a little tighter around his throbbing cock, stroking him again, maddeningly slow.

 

He tries to push his hips up, seeking friction, but I hold him down, and he whimpers so softly when I move along his lean, taut body leaving a trail of tiny kisses until I'm finally able to gently suck his hardness between my lips.  I lick him with long, warm strokes of my tongue, and can feel him shiver when the breeze dries his hyper-sensitized skin.

 

I smile.

 

I know that Nick sometimes likes it hard, quick and almost rough, but this time...

 

...this time he's at my mercy and I'm intent on torturing him until he'll beg me for release.

 

I can feel him trembling beneath me as I oh so slowly, take his cock in my mouth again, sucking very short and releasing him, to let my hands ghost over his silken flesh, making him moan when my fingernails scrape gently over his nipples.

 

With a sharp intake of breath he arches his back, closer to my touch, closer to me.

 

I tease his nipples while I take him in again, and then let one hand slide down deeper and deeper until I can caress his balls, tight and heavy to the touch.  I can feel that he's getting close.  So close.

 

"Please..." he whimpers.

 

Just a few more strokes and I know he'll come.  He's almost there.   He has his eyes closed now.  I take a sip of chilled wine and keeping it still in my mouth, I kiss him, letting it trickle over his lips and tongue.

 

His whole body shudders, and I whisper against his mouth, "Come for me my love."

 

It takes one more stroke and he bucks up, moaning, sobbing in relief as orgasm crashes through him.

 

I hold him tight against me, while his warm essence covers my hand, and this time it's me who shivers.  I love it when he loses control like this.  He clings to me, pulls me down to him and kisses me softly, gently, whispering vows of love when I kiss him back, nipping at his shoulder tenderly.

 

I pull him into my arms, keeping him close, and I smile, resting his head on my chest.  I know he's the leader of our Clan, he has to be the strong one, the one in control, but on occasions such as these he likes to be the one who gets cuddled and held, and he gives himself over to me, to my care, knowing even now that I will always protect him.

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