Title: Say You'll Be Mine
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Steve McGarrett
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/Hawaii Five-0
Rating: R
Author's Note: Continuation of "One Step Over the Line".
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Steve McGarrett, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Steve bowed his head to kiss Greg again, luxuriating in the feeling of their bodies so close together with no barriers between them. This was how he had wanted to be with Greg since that first glance, that first hello. This was how they should be.

Slowly, he reached for the table by the bed, forgetting for a moment that they were at Greg's place and not his own. He was used to having a tube of lubricant in the drawer of his own bedside table; he couldn't help but wonder if Greg would, as well.

Greg nodded, a pink blush coming into his cheeks. "I've got some lube there, if that's what you're looking for," he mumbled, looking embarrassed. "Not that I thought this would happen, but -- I was hoping. So I made sure I was prepared."

Steve couldn't help chuckling softly at the abashed look on Greg's face. "It's a good thing you are," he said, his voice warm and loving. "Because there's no way I'd make love to you without lube. I don't want to hurt you in any way, Greg. I promised I wouldn't."

Greg nodded, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at the man above him. Steve could feel his stomach muscles tighten in response; his body wanted Greg too badly for him to wait much longer. He would have to make the preparation quick.

He coated two fingers with lube, leaning down as he did so to kiss Greg again. He wanted to distract the young man from what he was doing, just in case it had been a while and the initial penetration caused a flash of quicksilver pain. Unfortunately, that might be inevitable.

He felt a twinge of guilt run through him; before he had even made love to Greg, he was already breaking his promise not to hurt him. But they both understood that some slight pain would be there, especially if it had been a while since Greg had been with anyone.

Slowly, gently, Steve eased one finger inside Greg, pressing against the slight resistance of the other man's body. He could feel the tight ring of muscle, contracting and then relaxing to allow him entrance; after a few moments, he inserted a second finger.

With a soft moan, Greg spread his legs wider, allowing Steve better access to his body. Steve's arm tightened around his waist, pulling him closer; his own moan joined Greg's as their cocks rubbed against each other, making his pulse leap.

If he wasn't inside Greg soon, he was going to spend himself before they even made love, Steve thought, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He had to make himself hold back; he wanted to be sure that Greg was thoroughly satisfied before he let himself go.

Within a few moments, Greg was writhing and moaning under him; slowly, Steve eased his fingers out of the other man, lifting Greg's hips slightly and positioning himself at Greg's entrance. Those dark eyes were still focused on him, drawing him in, hypnotizing him.

Greg's cheeks were flushed, his hair tousled, his parted lips slightly swollen from Steve's passionate kisses. Had anyone ever been so beautiful? Steve didn't think so; to him, Greg was the epitome of all that was desirable. All he wanted was to be one with this man.

Steve couldn't hold himself back any longer; with one quick motion, he thrust his hips forward, pushing inside Greg before he could tell himself to go slowly. Greg's body arched up against his, the other man's soft cry ringing in his ears.

For a moment, he thought that he'd already broken his promise and hurt the fragile man beneath him, but it only took him a few seconds to realize that Greg's cry had been one of pleasure, not pain. Greg's arms were around his neck, pulling him down for another intense kiss.

He had never been inside anyone who was so hot, so tight. Greg's body was like a slick velvet glove that fit him snugly, as if they had been made expressly for their bodies to go together like two puzzle pieces that snapped easily into place.

Nothing had ever felt as right as being inside Greg did. Steve gave up trying to balance himself over Greg; he wrapped his arms around the young man as he thrust into that willing body, losing himself in the sensation of being enveloped in a heat that washed over his entire being.

No one had ever become a part of him like this when they made love. Greg's long legs were wrapped around his waist, his arms still around Steve's neck; it felt as though the other man was melting into him, their bodies entwining and becoming one.

Steve gasped for breath, his body tightening, knowing that he couldn't keep this up for much longer. But he was determined not to let go until Greg did; he wanted the first time they made love to be the pinnacle of every experience that Greg had ever known.

He was melting in the heat of Greg's body; he didn't know where he ended and the other man began. They were so close, so entwined, that he could swear they were becoming one person; Steve had never known such a union of two bodies before.

It was inevitable that he would reach the precipice and yearn to throw himself off, but he held back, waiting for Greg to reach that point first. He didn't know how long he could hang there, but he wasn't going to take his pleasure before he'd given Greg all that he could take.

With a sense of relief that he heard Greg's cry and felt those long legs tighten around his waist; the body in his arms began to tremble, spasming in his arms. Steve's guttural cry joined Greg's as he finally let himself leap from that precipice, falling through the clouds back to the ground.

He buried his face against Greg's hair, inhaling the soft cinnamon scent that seemed to belong to the man in his arms, gulping in air. His body was still shuddering; Steve was sure that he'd never experienced such a powerful climax, shaking his body from head to toe.

After what seemed like a very long time, he raised his head to gaze down at Greg, wanting to see the look in those dark eyes. When their gazes met, he couldn't tear his eyes away from Greg's face; if the other man had been beautiful before, he was transcendent now.

He could lie here and gaze into Greg's eyes forever, Steve told himself, feeling a smile form on his lips. This was what an afterglow was meant to be like; the look that two lovers shared after they had given all of themselves to each other in every possible way.

Steve slowly pulled out of Greg, wishing that he didn't have to but knowing that it could get uncomfortable for Greg if their bodies stayed joined. He rolled over onto his side, pulling Greg into his arms and smiling as Greg twined their legs together.

"Say you'll be mine, Greg," he whispered, raising one hand to trace the outline of his lover's lips. "Say you'll be mine for the rest of our lives. Say you'll be mine until the end of time. After that, I don't think I could deal with losing you. I need you in my life."

"I've been yours ever since the first time I walked into your office," Greg said softly, his gaze not wavering from Steve's. "Didn't you know that? I've wanted you ever since you smiled at me. I think I might have fallen in love with you then and there."

"I fell for you then, too," Steve whispered, afraid to use the same four-letter word that Greg had just spoken. What if this wasn't love? What if it was only a momentary lust, for both of them? What if these feelings didn't last? What if --

Shut up, a voice in his head screamed at him. Steve slammed a door on all of the questions he'd been asking himself, locking them away in the back of his mind. He could think about them later. For the moment, he just wanted to savor this time with Greg.

"I want you to be mine, too," Greg told him, his voice breaking a little on the last word. "You haven't said whether you are or not. If this is just a casual thing for you, I need to know, Steve. I don't want to get my heart broken. I can't deal with that happening again."

"It won't happen, babe," Steve murmured, one hand moving down Greg's back to mold the other man's body closer against his own. "And don't ever doubt that I'm yours, Greg. If you need to hear me say it, then I will. I'm yours. I've been yours since the day we met."

Steve's words were rewarded by Greg's smile, a smile that seemed to blaze from his face with a physical force. He had never seen such happiness written on anyone's features; at that moment, Steve knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life making Greg smile like that.

Whatever it was about this man that drew them together, Steve didn't care. He didn't have to know the genesis of their attraction; it was enough to know that Greg felt the same as he did, and that this beautiful young man was his, just as he was Greg's.

He would worry about what other people might think of their relationship later, he thought as he closed his eyes and drew Greg closer to snuggle against him. Tonight, all that mattered was the two of them -- and the night was far from over.

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