Title: Directorial Debut
Author: Paige/Gabrielle
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Gil/Nick/Greg
Spoiler: None
Rating: FRAO
Category: Smut, PWP
Prompt: Sometimes a master will give his slave what he wants most.
Kink: Master/Slave
Warning: See Kink.
Summary: Gil gives Nick a special reward.
Feedback: No flames, flying objects or flaming flying objects please
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just playing with them, don't sue me.
Email: katelyamct@gmail.com
Author's Note: This was written for Rounds_of_Kink. Sorry, Andrea, I know this is desperately late. All I can say is that the bunny wouldn't make up his mind.

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Gil Grissom liked to think that he was a good Master, he knew his slaves and their likes and dislikes. And he used those likes as a reward for good behavior or as a stress reliever after a bad day; like he was currently doing with Nick. Nick had had a bad day but had managed to keep a hold of his temper, even though Gil knew that he was very angry. So, as a reward, Gil had decided to let Nick play with Greg. Both men were currently moaning and writhing together on the bed, Nick on top, grinding against Greg's willing body.

Gil climbed up onto the bed behind Nick and wrapped his arms around his slave's waist, "Do you want him, Nicky? I know you do, I can see it in your face," he murmured, nibbling on Nick's ear.

Nick whined and threw his head back, "Please, Master."

Gil chuckled and press his lips to Nick's neck and thrust against him, "Well, you're in luck Nicky, my boy. Since you've been such a good boy lately, I'm going to let you take him tonight."

Both of his slaves looked at him in shock; they'd never done that before, Gil never let anyone penetrate his slaves except for himself.

Finally, Nick spoke, "M-Master, are you sure?"

Gil nodded, "Yes my own, I'm sure." He looked at Greg, "Are you okay with that, Greg?"

Greg nodded, "Yes, Master."

Gil looked into his eyes for a long moment before kissing both of his slaves and patting Nick on the ass, "All right." He pulled out the lube and handed it to Nick before getting off the bed and going back to his chair.

After a little hesitation, Nick leaned forward and began kissing Greg, slowly at first and then with increasing aggression. As much as he would've liked to just let Nick do what he wanted, he couldn't help but direct the proceedings, "Be sure to use plenty of lube on him, Nicky." Nick obeyed, inserting one lubed finger into Greg's opening, thrusting it in and out. After a few minutes, Greg began moaning softly, twisting the sheets.

"I think he's ready for two fingers, Nicky," Gil said from his chair, enjoying the view he was getting. Nick obliged, thrusting two fingers into Greg's ass, smirking as the younger man moaned even louder, arching off the bed slightly.

"Now, one more finger, Nick and he'll be ready to go." Nick carefully slid a third finger into Greg and smiled as the young man nearly screamed.

"Oh God, Nicky, Master, please," Greg was arching his back and whimpering, desperately trying to get Nick's fingers where he wanted them.

"Okay, Nicky, he's ready for you," Gil commented, his dick about to burst out of his pants at the sight of his slaves together.

Nick slicked his cock and kissed Greg as he slid inside him, Greg moaned and arched into the kiss as Nick began thrusting into his willing body. All too soon, Gil could hear the sounds that told him that his slaves were close to the edge.

"You can both cum when you need to, my pets," he told them, resisting the urge to slide his own hand down his pants. He would wait until they were done.

His words seemed to have broken a dam in Nick because he began slamming into Greg's body with increasing force and nailing Greg's prostate if the sounds Greg was making was any indication. Finally, Greg let out a loud wail and then went limp. Almost immediately, Nick himself groaned and stiffened before collapsing onto Greg, gasping for air.

Now dangerously close to cumming in his pants like a teenager, Gil stood up and nearly ripped his own clothing off before stalking over to the bed and rolled Nick off of Greg and onto his knees. Taking just enough time to make sure that Nick was sufficiently lubed, Gil thrust his cock deep into Nick's waiting ass and began fucking his slave for all he was worth. Nick moaned and whimpered, but Gil knew that there was no way that Nick would be cumming again tonight. He set a hard pace and too soon felt his balls tightening just before he emptied into Nick with a groan of completion. He collapsed onto Nick for a few minutes to catch his breath.

As his senses came back to him, Gil realized that he needed to check on Greg to be sure Nick hadn't hurt him. Nick's cock was thicker than Gil's was and he'd been a little rougher during sex than Gil usually was with the youngest member of their little family. By this point, Greg had rolled over onto his own stomach, long legs spread. Gil licked his lips at the debauched picture his younger slave presented but refrained from claiming him; Greg was probably too sore for another go right now and Gil was too old to get it up so soon, so Greg's claiming would have to wait until later.

A quick check on Nick revealed no damage; so, grabbing a wash cloth and their ever-present tube of ointment, Gil knelt behind Greg and gently spread his ass cheeks. The area around Greg's hole was red but Gil could see no tearing like he'd feared and a finger check inside also revealed no injury, much to Gil's relief. Both men seemed to have been knocked out by the session so it was easy to get them cleaned up, though Gil had had to smile as he cleaned Greg, who lifted his hips in a blatant request for more. Once he'd gotten himself and his pets cleaned up, he crawled into bed between them, giving both of them kisses on the forehead and cuddling them close.

As he began to drift off, Gil had to smile as he thought of the night's events. He hadn't thought that a reward for Nick's good behavior would turn into such an event. He filed the memory away as a possibility in future, he made a good director.

The End.