Title: How to Drink Champagne
By: Valerie
Pairing: Nick/Warrick
Disclaimer: CSI or any other fandoms mentioned in the story are not mine. The names of the all characters contained here-in are the property of Jerry Bruckheimer and CB and various other producers. No infringements of these copyrights are intended, and no money is made of it.
Disclaimer 2: This story was written as a tribute to the wonderful universe created by Beverly (Bjjones). Her Sylum Stories and the entire world she's created made me write this. Sylum and the universe is hers, I just play with it.
Summary: Even the leader of the most powerful vampire clan in the world have to relax every once in a while. Nick and Warrick do so in style.
Rating: FRAO

It was dark, as Nick drove up the small way that led to his and Warrick's house. For a casual observer the house would have seemed empty, but Nick saw the small light behind one window.

Warrick was waiting for him.

He entered the house and without switching the light on he walked towards Warrick's study. He was tired, felt drained by their latest cases and the responsibility for the clan. The last couple of months had been hard and sometimes he wished they had just stayed in Italy, but he couldn't, wouldn't let his family down. Nick sighed slightly as he opened the door wanting nothing more than falling into his mate's arms and forget the world outside for a while.

Warrick wasn't there.

Unease filled Nick and for a moment he concentrated on the bond, tried to call his love and felt the answer immediately. Warrick was ok and the wave of love that surged through him energized him like nothing else could. It was then when he saw the rose on the desk and the note next to it.

Meet me at Wynn's, the key is for the suite... I'll be waiting for you my love...

A shiver of anticipation ran through Nick as he picked up the rose and left the house. He had known that Warrick had picked up his exhaustion and with a smile he shook his head. He should have known his mate would plan something for them. But the suite in Las Vegas' newest and most luxurious hotel, Nick felt himself relax at the thought and smiled.

Creature of comfort... that's what Gabriel had called him once and he had been right.

The corridor in the suite was dark and Nick didn't bother switching on the light feeling his mate close through their bond. He had been right and Warrick's hand found him as soon as he had closed the door. Nick shivered as he felt the warmth of his mate's body close, felt the strong muscles through the clothes and the ghost of a kiss at his neck. What was his mate planning?

"Close your eyes."

The whispered command was spoken against his neck and he smiled as the heat of Warrick's breath seemed to go straight south and moaned when the sensitive skin was licked. Nick wanted nothing more than lean back and let his mate have his wicked way with him, but Warrick had asked him to close his eyes and so he obeyed. Warrick's hands led him to the back and he smiled as he followed, guessing where they were going.

"Why can't I walk towards the bedroom with my eyes open?"

Warrick chuckled at the question, but his voice was full of longing as he answered.

"Because I wanted to hold you close, to feel you near."

Nick shivered slightly as he heard the hint of despair in Warrick's voice and instinctively he reached out and held his mate close. Even with his eyes closed he found Warrick's lips and kissed him deeply. Finally he felt the tension leave the other man's body and still holding him close he whispered.

"I love you Warrick, no matter what comes we will make it through together."

Warrick looked at the face of his lover wishing he could see into those dark eyes and yet not really needing to for he knew that all he would see would be love.

"I know Nick; it's just that we haven't had much time for each other and everything just... It just got to me..."

For a moment they just stood there holding onto each other as they remembered the past weeks, the war, the fights, the people they had lost, and the friends they would never see again. Nick felt tension slowly drain out of Warrick and could feel his body answering in kind. Leaning against the strong body of his mate, he sighed slightly. Warrick was right, they hadn't had much time for each other, they needed this, this connection, this love between them. When Warrick finally let go, Nick held on not wanting to lose the connection and with a sigh his mate gave into the loving hold again before drawing back and leading Nick further down the corridor and into their bedroom. Closing the door behind them he finally instructed his lover to open his eyes.

Nick didn't trust his eyes as he saw the whole room illuminated with candles. It was as if every possible space in the room had been filled with love. Every time he moved the candles swayed in the breeze of his movement creating an almost unreal play of shadows on the walls. For a moment he just stood there mesmerized by the light, warmth and love in this room. Tears in his eyes, he turned around and saw Warrick standing there holding a bottle of champagne in his hand.

"What do we celebrate?"

Warrick opened the bottle before he turned around and smiled.

"Us."

Nick watched as his mate poured two glasses and felt his body tingle at the way Warrick looked at him, the graceful movements of the other man and the love that flowed through their bond. He knew that the champagne was a pure luxury for them and he wondered what Warrick was up to. His mate's green eyes were sparkling as he handed him one of the glasses. They cheered silently, then Warrick moved and took him by the hand stand leading him to the glass wall overlooking the strip. He drew his mate in front of him and leaned close to Nick, his free hand caressing his mate's face while he sipped some of his champagne.

"I am glad, we're still here."

Warrick's hand stilled and with a deep sigh he pressed Nick against him, breathing in the scent of his lover, his mate, his sanity.

"So am I."

Nick relaxed against Warrick and looked at the gleaming lights and then at Warrick's image mirrored in the window. He saw his mate lifting the champagne flute to his lips again and with a smirk he turned in his mate's arms.

"Hey, that's not how you drink champagne."

There was a wicked gleam in Nick's eyes as he took Warrick's flute from his hand. It was a gleam Warrick recognized immediately and that caused a shiver of anticipation to run along his spine. How long had it been since he had seen his mate this playful and relaxed? They had been through hell the past couple of months and silently Warrick thanked Danny for the idea about the suite.

"Instruct me then!"

His voice sounded husky and Nick grinned at the low fire that had ignited in the green eyes. He took a mouthful of champagne and kissed his mate, letting the champagne spill into Warrick's mouth as he devoured the beloved mouth and nibbled at the lower lip. Warrick swallowed the bubbly liquid, but refused to let Nick move away.

"You're absolutely right," he murmured. "That's the way to drink champagne."

He took a sip himself and kissed his lover, moaning as the prickly wine tickled his tongue. Nick smiled and traced Warrick's lips with his tongue, followed over cheekbones to the ears and sucking on one earlobe he felt Warrick shiver under his caresses.

"You are tastier than champagne."

Warrick moaned slightly as Nick's kisses left a wet trail along his neck and he felt his mate's fangs slide into him. Nick drank only a few drops but it was enough to make Warrick shiver with desire. Closing the little wound the older vampire kissed another trail along his mate's face until he finally was back on Warrick's lips again. He opened his lips welcoming Nick and for a moment they forgot time and space as they lost themselves in a kiss. Warrick tasted his blood and champagne on Nick's tongue and pressing his mate close he looked at Nick's passion-filled eyes and the prominent bulge in his jeans.

"I don't know what's more beautiful, the city lights or you..."

He trailed one finger over it and felt the answering tremble that ran through Nick as his lover moaned.

"Or actually no, I know... You are the most beautiful sight I've seen in my life."

Warrick grabbed the champagne bottle again and with a wink in his eyes kissed the tip of Nick's nose.

"There's another way to drink this you know."

"Oh?" Nick just smiled. "Instruct me."

"You have to take off your clothes and lie down."

"Well… in the interests of education…"

Nick complied, lying onto the bed and smiling up at Warrick, shivering as he saw the green eyes darkening until they were almost black.

Warrick loved to watch his lover, especially when he lay on the bed, his tanned skin contrasting against the white linen, his strong body being caressed by satin sheets, the dark hair shining in the light of the candles. He felt the impact of looking at him and suddenly his own jeans felt very tight. Smiling he knelt beside the bed.

"Don't move," he murmured his voice low, hypnotic. "Just be so still… Think of the liquid as a tongue caressing you."

Nick shivered as a small amount of champagne filled the hollow of his throat.

"Keep still, love," whispered Warrick, blowing ripples over the tiny pool of liquid. "Just keep so still."

He slid an arm under Nick, raising him slightly, letting the puddle of liquid trickle slowly down his chest, following the bubbly trail with his tongue. "That's the only way to drink it."

"Warrick," the name came out hoarse and as a cry.

"You're right. It is. But… what if I get thirsty too?"

"I can't starve you, can I?"

Nick could only stare as Warrick slowly slipped out of his shirt and pants and then slowly walked over to the bed. The swaying light of the candles illuminated the smooth curves of his chest and painted surreal patterns on the flat muscled stomach which seemed golden in the soft light. How many times had he seen his mate naked? How many times had he enjoyed looking at his other half? Nick had no idea but he knew that every single time, the sight of his mate's body made his own tighten with desire and his heart fall in love even more. No matter how long they were together, he could never get enough of his pirate.

"You are so beautiful."

Reaching out with one hand he pulled Warrick close, aligning their bodies. For a moment they just enjoyed the other's closeness, the joy of feeling each other skin on skin. Then Nick grabbed his glass and taking a mouthful of champagne he closed his mouth around a nipple, letting the cold bubbles caress the skin and sparkle on the little nub.

"Nick, fuck, that's…"

Warrick's voice trailed off in a moan as he arched his chest to get closer to this maddening caress.

"…a good idea," finished Nick, sliding his mouth down taking another mouthful of champagne before closing his lips around Warrick's cock. Sensations exploded over him and Warrick cried out as the cold sparkling liquid caressed his cock together with Nick's tongue.

Nick could feel how close his lover was. Placing the flat of his tongue at its base, he licked up its length, then closed his lips around the head, suckling gently, moaning as the taste of Warrick mingled with the taste of champagne in his mouth. But he needed something else today and raising his head he locked eyes with Warrick. His mate's eyes were diluted with passion, but they widened slightly and without words so much was said and Nick was pinned against the bed, covered by Warrick's body, surrounded by his mate and the last bit of tension left him as the feeling of being safe and loved flowed through him. Warrick leaned down and kissed him, before he reached over and grabbed the lube from the nightstand.

"Want you, love!"

"Take me, just make me yours!"

Their words were almost incoherent, their voices thick and hoarse from passion. Nick knew that they were too close already for a long foreplay. Warrick's next words confirmed it and made him shiver with desire.

"I'm going to take you hard and fast. I want to hear you scream my name. You are mine."

Warrick's voice was ragged, his control stripped away. It was a rare sight; a side of him that Warrick normally reigned in tightly. The possessiveness and fierceness that now glowed in his eyes were emotions he let only Nick see. Nick loved him like this, loved that he had the power to break through his mate's masks, to make him lose control so completely.

"Do it."

His hoarse words ended in a moan that rose to a cry as, without preliminary, Warrick entered him. His hands clenched in the sheet as the burn became heat, and he pressed back against Warrick, who was shuddering with pleasure, as he sank his fangs into Nick's neck and their bond flared with love and passion. Nick screamed at the sensations flooding him, his words intelligible as he toppled over the edge following his mate into oblivion.

Shuddering with the aftershocks of orgasm, Warrick pulled his mate into his arms, rocking him.

"Jesus fucking Christ what was that?" he gasped. "I totally lost it there." He looked at his lover concerned.

"Are you alright?"

Yet instead of an answer, Nick smiled lazily and snuggled closer seeking the contact. The bliss Warrick felt pouring through their bond told him everything he needed to know. Nick had enjoyed this as much as he had and maybe he had needed it exactly like it had happened. Gently caressing his mate's belly he coated his hand with the evidence of Nick's release and fixing his eyes with his lover's brought his hand up to his lips tasting his lover's essence. Nick moaned at the sight and shivered lightly, his eyes dark and full of promises for the hours ahead.

"Sleep for a while love, we have the suite for the weekend."

Nick smiled tiredly and snuggled closer, yet just as Warrick felt sleep tugging at his eyes, Nick laughed and surprised Warrick looked at his mate.

"Jesus, Warrick. I'll never be able to drink champagne with out getting a hard on. Fuck, can you imagine next Christmas?"

Warrick was silent before he answered, but then Nick heard the answering chuckle.

"We will survive and celebrate our own Christmas when everyone sleeps."

Nick snorted at that.

"Sleeps, yeah right"

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Warrick shot a last look at the luxurious suite and then closed the door. They had needed those three days to reconnect and just be together. He smiled as he thought of the hours spent in the hot tub or the beautiful bath or their bed or...

"Your room and all expenses have been paid Mr. Stokes and the Gentleman calling us asked us to give you this message."

The concierge was friendly in a professional way as he handed over a white envelope. Warrick looked at it warily and opened it. There were only a few words on the white sheet, but they were to the point. Warrick smiled as he thought back to the conversation he'd had with Danny Ocean. They had talked about something, when Danny suddenly had suggested that Warrick take Nick to the Wynn's for a weekend break. Danny had grinned.

'It's worth it mate, believe me!'

And now suddenly everything was paid. Turning to Nick he read the words out loud.

"Felt like you needed some time for yourself after all that has gone on... Hope you enjoyed yourself and your mate.

Sometimes even the strongest of us need to let go.

Take care,
Danny and Rusty"

The end