Title: Drunk With Passion
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Danny Nagano
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Danny Nagano, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Greg looked around him as he entered Danny's apartment, feeling more nervous that he usually did when he went to a potential boyfriend's house for the first time. This wasn't just any guy he'd happened to meet by chance. This was someone special.

He had already gotten over the feeling that Danny was a celebrity, someone who he had to tread carefully around. Danny didn't have that kind of an attitude; he just saw himself as a regular guy who happened to be in a profession that attracted a lot of public attention.

Danny wasn't the egotistical jerk that so many people in the spotlight could be, Greg told himself with a smile. He was a down-to-earth guy, a person who Greg was proud to be seen with. And he was one of the most attractive men Greg had ever met.

It still seemed unbelievable that he was here with Danny, in his apartment, and that it looked as if the two of them were headed in the direction of a serious relationship. Would it be serious? Greg wondered, his breath catching in his throat. He certainly hoped it would.

He wasn't looking for yet another round of having a few dates and then hearing the other person announce that he wasn't what they were looking for. That had happened so many times that he was prepared for it from the first date onwards, at this point.

Why did people always seem to find him wanting and walk out on him? Greg thought with a sigh. That was the story of his life, or so it seemed. He was never good enough -- and try as he might, he had no idea why. It just seemed to be the hand he'd been dealt.

"What was that sigh for?" Danny asked softly, turning to look at him as he closed the door. Greg felt a blush rising in his cheeks; he hadn't realized that he had sighed aloud, and the last thing he wanted was for Danny to think that he regretted being here.

Why not just tell the truth? He wasn't sure that Danny would understand; he didn't seem like a man who had ever been turned down in his life, or someone who would ever be walked out on. But he didn't want to keep secrets from Danny right at the start.

"I was just thinking about all the times I've started a relationship and then gotten dumped before things have turned serious," Greg said, not looking at the other man. "Sometimes I think there must be something about me that drives people away."

"If people don't want to be with you, then it's their loss," Danny said softly, moving to stand in front of Greg. He was so close that Greg could feel the heat from his body; his heart rate accelerated, his pulse pounding as he looked into Danny's eyes.

"Do you think I'd have remembered you and fantasized about you so much after we had that really brief meeting when my dad died if you weren't something special?" Danny continued, sliding his arms around Greg's waist. "I'm glad those people left, because now I have you."

Greg's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening as he was drawn close against Danny's body. His eyelids fluttered closed, his head tilting back; all he could think of was how badly he wanted Danny to kiss him. He was more than ready to give himself to this man in every way.

Maybe he should be a little more cautious, a voice in the back of his mind whispered. After all, he didn't really know Danny; it wasn't the best of ideas to go home with someone and expect everything to work out like some kind of happily-ever-after fairy tale.

But that was exactly what he did expect, Greg told himself, slamming a door on that voice and refusing to listen to it. Danny wasn't some kind of criminal; he was a warm, passionate, sensual man -- a man who Greg was incredibly attracted to.

He had to stop thinking that every person he met was eventually going to leave him. That wasn't any kind of a compliment to Danny, or anyone else; it was just his own low self-esteem speaking. There wasn't anything wrong with him. He simply hadn't had the best luck with relationships.

When his lips met Danny's, Greg's arms slid around the other man's neck, pulling him closer; he couldn't think, couldn't breathe. All he could do was melt into Danny's arms, leaning against the man who was kissing him and wishing that he never had to move again.

He felt almost drunk, reeling on his feet. But he hadn't had that much to drink at the bar; he'd been more or less sober when they had walked out, in complete control of his reactions. It wasn't the amount of liquor in his system that was making him feel like this.

No, it was Danny. The nearness of him, the feel of those lips on his, the sensation of being held in Danny's arms. That nearness, and his own attraction to the man who was holding him, was making him feel as though he was flying up into the clouds.

Greg was almost positive that his feet weren't touching the ground, that he was being lifted into some rare stratosphere that only he and Danny inhabited. With every passing second, the kiss grew more intense; he wasn't sure of his ability to ever draw breath again.

He never wanted Danny to let him go; he wanted to be wrapped in this embrace forever. He was drunk with passion, with need, with desire; somehow, it didn't seem to matter that they were still standing by the front door and hadn't made it anywhere near the bedroom yet.

What was it about this man that lifted him to heights he'd never scaled with anyone before? Danny wasn't like anyone he'd ever met -- and he liked the feeling of heading into a completely new situation, with no safety net to catch him if he should happen to fall.

He wasn't going to fall, Greg assured himself as he pulled Danny closer, returning the other man's kiss with more fervor than he would have thought he was capable of. If he did, Danny would catch him. He was absolutely sure of that.

Danny wasn't like the other men he'd known, who had only wanted to use him for a few nights of fun and games and then go on to someone new. Someone who they thought was better. Danny wouldn't use him and then throw him away. Danny wasn't like that.

When they finally drew apart, Greg blinked, his senses still reeling from that kiss. He was almost sure that his knees were going to buckle under him; he still felt slightly drunk on Danny's kisses, much more so than he had been when he'd been downing a drink at the bar.

"I feel like I'm drunk," he whispered, wondering what Danny would think of his confession. "Drunk with passion. Drunk with desire. I think I'm drunk on you." He didn't know if he was making sense or not, but he didn't care. Somehow, he just knew that he had to say the words.

"I've been drunk on you since I saw you there in the bar and I knew that I'd finally have a chance to talk to you and get to know you," Danny whispered, his breath warm in Greg's ear. "I didn't think you'd end up coming home with me, but I'm glad you did."

"I couldn't have done anything else," Greg murmured, still feeling lightheaded. "The second I saw you, I knew that I wanted to be with you, as crazy as that sounds. I've wanted that ever since I first saw you. But I never thought you'd be interested in somebody like me."

"Well, I'm more than interested," Danny told him, his voice soft and husky. "And before you start feeling like this is going so quickly that it'll burn out, I have to tell you that I'm looking for more than a one-night stand or a fling, Greg. I'm in this for the long run."

"So am I," Greg murmured, feeling a little overwhelmed. It was as though the world was crashing down around him in one fell swoop; he wanted Danny, wanted to be with him, but he was still feeling too pleasantly lightheaded to take all of what was being said in at once.

"I know it seems kind of sudden," Danny murmured, his breath warm against Greg's cheek. His mouth trailed over Greg's skin, moving first to his ear, then to his jaw, and finally capturing his lips again, the kiss taking Greg's breath away and making him feel even dizzier.

When Danny finally stopped kissing him, all Greg could do was lean against the other man, almost gasping for breath. He knew that if Danny let go of him, he would fall to the floor; his legs were incapable of holding him up without support at the moment.

"I don't want you to think that this is just for one night," Danny said softly, moving his hands up Greg's back. "I feel like we're both falling pretty hard -- but I don't want to put the brakes on. If you're okay with us moving at the speed of light, then so am I."

"I don't have any problem with moving fast," Greg assured him with a shaky smile. "I just feel like I'm more drunk than I've ever been in my life. Drunk with passion. Drunk on you." He didn't know how to express his feelings in any other way, even though it sounded a little crazy.

"Then let's go to bed," Danny whispered, leaning forward to brush his lips against Greg's again. "I'm drunk, too. And I don't ever want to sober up, if it means not being with you. I want to get so drunk on you that I'm reeling for the rest of eternity."

"I could live with that," Greg said with a soft laugh, reluctantly disentangling himself from their embrace and letting Danny lead him through the living room and down the hallway to his bedroom. He could feel his muscles tightening, his pulse racing in anticipation.

He knew what was going to happen between them, and even though all of this had happened more quickly than a lightning flash, it was what he wanted. He wanted to keep feeling this drunk with passion for as long as he possibly could -- preferably for the rest of his life.

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