Title: Drabbles # 020, 099, 023
Author: ezra_t
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Ryan/Eric
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Gay guys. =p
Summary: 020. He needed him.
099. This feeling was just...
023. Who ever said it was harder to hate than to love has obviously never met Ryan Wolfe.
Disclaimer: I don't own (even though I wish I did).

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020. Need

Eric was like a drug, as cliched as that sounded.
He was like a bad habit that Ryan just couldn't kick.
He was constantly there.
Everywhere.
When he turned the corner into the lab at work.
When he shopped at the local Wal-Mart.
When he closed his eyes to sleep.
It made him nervous how much he needed these encounters though.
And really if he would just open his eyes then he would see.
He would see that Eric needed him just as much.

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099. Writers Choice: Feeling

It couldn't be placed. These feelings of his. They were so new and he wasn't even positive if something so strong could have a name.
He hated it.
He hated this emotion what ever the hell it was with his entire being.
Maybe if he got it when he was around someone else.
When he heard someone else's voice.
Looked into someone else's eyes, but no- he wasn't that lucky.
Of course he'd get all tingly when he saw him.
Of course shivers would shoot up his spine once he heard his voice.
And wasn't it just his luck that the world would disappear every time he looked into those beautiful green mesmerizing eyes.
He sighed and shook his head.
The gods must be laughing at him.

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023. Hatred

His whole being drummed with the feeling.
It flowed through him, much like his blood, from his toes to his head.
It was always like this when ever Wolfe was around and it made him bare his teeth.
He hated him.
At first he hated Wolfe because he had came right after Tim had died.
But it grew to be more than that.
He hated the way Wolfe smiled.
He hated the way his eyes would grow wide when he was surprised.
He hated Wolfe's hair.
The sound of his voice.
His laugh.
How cocky he was for a rookie.
He hated him.
He really did.
He'd never felt this kind of hatred for anyone before.
It was so strong and it empowered him.
Giving him the strength to look away from Wolfe's shiny lips after he licked them.
Giving him the strength to ignore that little jab of regret he felt when ever he exercised that hatred.
Giving him the strength to get out of the bed and to leave Wolfe behind.
He hated Wolfe.
He hated him because it was so much easier than loving him.

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