Title: The Domination Of Delko
By: Bobbie
Fandoms: CSI: Miami
Pairings: Horatio/Eric
Rating: NC-17
Archives: Yes, please
Disclaimer: I don't own either show,characters, or the song "Bring me to life" by Evanescence so don't sue.
Warnings: Angst, Violence, Language, Bondage, POV, general Delko torture, M/M sex ( hopefully), lots of crying. Mentions of rape. You've been warned.
Author's note: This is going to start out bad but end in a surprising way.
Summary: "Hell, I don't even want to know who I am anymore..."***
You know, Night time is my favorite part of the day because I have the entire town house too myself. Plus, it gives me the chance to wash that day's pain away.
How did I end up here?
Why am I still in this situation?
When did my life become so fucked up that I'm someone else's dog?
Oh yes, I remember the answer now. It was the day that we buried you along side of Speedle, Horatio.
Christ, that seems like a whole other lifetime ago.
(If only you and Speed could see me now ,H.) I think bitterly, tears burning my eyes as I rummage through my clothes for a pair of clean boxers. (Fuck, I don't even want to know who the hell I am anymore or what I've become.)
The evidence of my new reality is everywhere in the bedroom as I pass by the shelves that held the various whips used on me quite frequently on my way to the bathroom.
Turning on the shower to let the water heat up, I gathered my supplies and set the first aid kit on the near by toilet as the lights of Vegas glitter teasingly in the distance, reminding me of what I gave up when I came here.
Grissom will kill me if he or Brass ever get wind of what I'm planning on doing tonight but I no longer care about the consequences of my actions. I've been here for three months and I'm going to see the city with or without their permission.
( Besides, what can they do?) I muse, stepping into the water and letting cascade down my bruised flesh, moaning softly at the dull ache it caused through me. ( Whip me again? Restrain me on the bed?)
I snorted at that and started scrubbing. ( They've tortured and raped me more times then I can count.) I sigh mentally, wincing from a recent scrape. ( At least it started out as rape. Now, I just obey orders and beg for it like a common mutt.)
Fresh tears threaten too spill out of my eyes as I turn my face into the water and let them fall. God, I need you guys more then anything else in this world right now but you're both gone.
I flick the waterproof radio on that sits in the caddy to my right just as a song plays that causes me to start as if the water was on fire while the lyrics swelled around me.
"How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb without a soul
My spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become"
The words stir something deep within me, waking it up as I shut my eyes tightly against it but the past comes back anyway and the pain is reopened.
"Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life"
The fact that my two best friends were back in Florida buried and forgotten brought more tears to my eyes as I let them fall again. I just want things to go back to the way they were before everything ended with a bullet.
"Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love darling
Are the life among the dead
All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were right in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought
Without a voice
Without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become."
I sob loudly then just cry it out as the realization of what I've done finally sinks in and memories mixed with the pain and hurt. I'm so lonely here. Aside from Brass and Grissom, I don't have any friends.
(If you can call the men who own me my friends.) I sigh mentally, realizing that the water had cooled off and cursed. ( Fuck! Grissom will definitely murder me when he comes home.)
Could I have prevented this shit from happening?
Probably or maybe not. I just wanted to escape the memories of their deaths and now look at me. Damn, just what in Hades have I done to myself? Those horrible events are the only source of comfort I have now. I looked at the digital clock in the radio and groaned loudly at the time.
I have to get out of the shower RIGHT NOW but then two warm, broad hands land on my shoulders and start to rub the soreness away as I sigh quietly and close my eyes again then tensing when a slim frame presses me against the wall while a set of lips lightly brush my left ear gently, sending shivers down my spine. This was torture and whoever it was knew it as I felt my cock start to harden and moaned softly when the lips moved, kissing my neck before the body behind spoke.
"Eric." The voice wasn't above a whisper so I was unable to recognize it but he sounded vaguely familiar when one of the hands slid over my organ and started too pump it to erection as I leaned into the soft touch.
I keep my eyes closed and rack my numbing mind as too who was jerking me off. ( It can't be Grissom or Brass for that matter because they're NOT gentle.) I wondered, groaning louder and breathing in pants as the grip got faster. (Its not Horatio or Speed either. They're dead, Eric.)
"Look at me, Eric." The other man said in a very familiar voice that made my eyes snap open in surprise. " Please turn around and face me. I'm not a fantasy nor am I a ghost. "
" You're dead Horatio." I muttered hoarsely, arching against the tile as my climax tears through me and I feel myself being spun around slowly to face him. " Oh God-"
The soft red hair was wet with water and the blue eyes were glistening with unshed tears as he took me into his arms too hold me close and kissed my forehead gently.
"Is that what they've been telling you Eric?" Horatio asks gently as I nod.
I take a steadying breath and straighten up to see him looking me over quietly before I spoke.
"I saw you shoot yourself , H." I answer honestly as his eyes closed in pain and tears filled mine for the third time that night. " I watched them bury both you and Speed."
Horatio led me out of the shower and dried off before getting dressed as I followed his move then glanced at the older man curiously. Why wasn't he dead? I found his fucking corpse! Didn't I? Have I gone insane?
"You've been missing for three months." He said slowly, sighing again as I followed him ou t into the living room where Speedle stood at the window watching for trouble. " Nick Stokes called us last week and told us that he saw you tied to a bed as Grissom raped you. He also said that you looked pretty doped up so ,when Grissom and Brass left, he came in too check on you."
"But I saw-"
Speedle spoke up, his eyes alert and muscles tense as Horatio looked outside quietly, anger in his gaze.
"We've got too go H." Speedle said urgently, gently tugging on my arm as I jerked away. "Eric, we have got to leave here right NOW so lets go."
Leave? I allowed them to hustle me out into the night air and bundle me off inside a red SUV driven by a strange man as they sat by me in back, one on either side of me.
"Why aren't you dead? " I ask weakly, exhaustion setting in as the vehicle tore off and we headed for safety. " I saw-"
"Because it wasn't us Eric." Horatio answered gently, wrapping his jacket around my shoulders as Speedle rubbed my back soothingly. " It was some stupid ruse they set up after you were drugged to convince you otherwise. Okay?"
Just a ruse? They weren't dead, and I was going home. Safely tucked against Horatio's side with Speed massaging the horror away, I felt my body become heavy and fell asleep peacefully for the first time in months. It was all a bad dream, a nightmare that vanished once I saw my friends by my side the next morning. There would be months of therapy and possibly medication but for now, I didn't care. I was safe.
Epilogue
(Speedle's POV):
God, when we heard that Eric had disappeared in Las Vegas, Horatio nearly had a heart attack and I practically choked on my coffee as a search was launched by my pen pal Nick Stokes of the Vegas Crime Lab.
What really scared me was when he called us six months ago too tell us where we could find our Russian- Cuban friend and what his condition was. Grissom was in trouble but Brass-if I could get my hands on them, they'd be six feet under by now. Horatio had told me what he did to our young diver in the shower and what Eric told him but I wasn't too concerned about them. My lover knew what to do and it brought Eric back to us.
He'll be safe because we're with him now and noone's ever going too hurt him again. I promise that on my badge. I know that Horatio feels the same way and go upstairs too check Delko silently, standing just out of view but in a position to see him as the sleeping form stirred restlessly. Nightmares were a given so one of us is always near by in case he needs us.
Why did this happen to Eric?
Well, it'll never happen again. Ever. Not on my or Horatio's watch. After all, we love him.
The End.***
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