Title: Enough
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) Darkness Moves, 2) Perfect Deviant, 3) Public Displays, 4) Shared Toys, 5) Hands Tied, 6) Sheer Madness, 7) Manipulation
Warnings: violence, rape/non-con, other pairings
Summary: Greg doesn't do as he's told and Nick loses his temper.

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Nick tried not to think about Greg during his shift – but it just didn't work. Greg's impromptu 'I love you' was still bouncing around in his head. He agonized over it. If the situation had ended with them in the back of his truck, then it might have been all right. But it hadn't – it hadn't ended with Greg confessing to manipulating him. Nick could stop tormenting over it – had it been truth – or a part of Greg's mindfuck?

And as much as he hated to admit it to himself – Nick just didn't care in the end. What mattered was that Greg had actually said the words – out loud – to Nick. If he didn't mean them yet – Nick would make sure he did before too long.

Grissom let Nick go after he finished his case – he was just too distracted to get any real work done. He thought about calling Greg – but he was just too exhausted to get into another fight. And if Greg had wanted him, he would have called by then.

Nick picked up his mail and dragged himself to his front door. The house no longer smelled like vomit – but, rather, lemon cleaner.

"Greg?"

"Yeah?"

"I though I told you to go home." Nick couldn't pinpoint Greg's exact location in the house.

"I did. And then I came here."

"And what, exactly, are you doing here?"

Greg flung the bedroom door open, clad in nothing but a black leather mask with matching crop. He was already hard and wearing a cock ring.

"Been playing with myself all day – but, I didn't let myself cum – I wanted to wait for you."

Nick slammed his bag on the dresser and spun around to be face to face with Greg. "Can this not be about sex for 5 fucking minutes, Greg? Can't we talk about what happened?" Nick turned around as Greg climbed onto the bed.

"C'mon, Nicky – join me. You know you want me." He was thrusting into one hand and fingering himself with the other.

"Greg, I'm not interested," Nick tried to say firmly, but his voice cracked.

"Guess I'll have to do it myself." Nick heard rustling – Greg apparently had brought toys with him from his house.

Nick snuck a peek in the mirror and watched as Greg lay on his back with his feet flat on the mattress as he carefully inserted a large pink vibrator. Nick unconsciously rubbed up against the dresser.

"Oh, Nicky! Don't you wanna... fuck... uh... gah..."

Nick heard Greg switch on the vibrations. He continued to watch the reflection in the mirror and rubbed harder against the dresser. He had just wanted to get some rest – and now Greg was on his bed – in black leather – fucking himself.

Nick left the dresser and went into Greg's bag to find the handcuffs he knew that Greg would have brought. Nick had had enough – he savagely cuffed Greg to the bed and tore off the leather mask.

"Is this what you want from me? You want me to hurt you? Is this the only want to fucking get into your head?"

Greg just laughed and ground against the bed. Nick reached under and ripped out the vibrator, turned it off, and threw it across the room. Greg screamed.

"Shut the fuck up, Greg!" Nick roared.

"No," Greg whimpered. "I think you really hurt something."

Nick saw blood spots forming on the sheets below Greg's butt. "Oh, God." Nick scrambled for the keys, but he couldn't find them. Greg was weeping.

"Hurts, Nicky. It hurts."

"I know. I'm trying to find the keys. Hold on, baby – hold on for me." He finally found the keys, but nearly dropped them trying to unlock Greg. "I'll take you to the hospital."

"It's okay."

"No, it's really not. You're bleeding – and it looks bad."

"Too many questions – too much sitting around. It's only a problem if the bleeding doesn't stop," Greg wiped his nose on the back of his hand. Nick wondered exactly how many times Greg had experienced rectal bleeding.

"What do you need, G. Tell me – anything – I'll get it."

"Ice and Neosporin. And take the ring off me – it hurts."

"You want me to blow you?" Nick wanted to somehow relieve the pain.

"Hurts too much. Can I have some aspirin, too?"

"Sure, baby – whatever you want." He gently took the ring off Greg and laid him on his stomach. Nick kissed Greg's scars and caressed his back. "Be right back, sugar."

Nick went into the kitchen and rested his head in the freezer before collecting Greg's ice. All of his attempts at actual conversation had ended into some sort of disaster. He filled a bowl with ice and returned to the bedroom and went straight into the master bathroom. Greg was face down into the pillows, crying softly as Nick grabbed the Neosporin, aspirin and towel from the bathroom.

"Greg – I got what you asked for. What do I do now?"

Greg lifted his face out of the pillow, but turned it away from Nick. "You really don't know what to do with that, do you?"

"Never done this before."

Greg turned to face Nick – his eyes were red from crying. "Pretend like the Neosporin is lube. And then sort of ice the area to reduce the swelling and stop the bleeding." Greg swallowed the aspirin and laid back down.

Nick covered his fingers with more medicine than he needed – but he figured given the region he was dealing with, the more the better. He used his free hand to part Greg's cheeks. "Shit."

"It's not as bad as it looks, Nicky."

"I know – but I should clean you up before I put the medicine on."

Nick jumped off the bed to get a wet washcloth. After cleaning, Nick carefully pushed his fingers in – he could feel Greg tense up. Nick couldn't help to think about how strange it was to be fingering Greg without any sexual connotation – it helped him not think about the guilt.

Nick wiped off his fingers and started to put the ice into the towel. Greg still hadn't said a word.

"G, please talk to me."

"I meant it, you know." Greg winced as Nick put the ice down. "Too close to the balls, Nicky."

Nick moved the ice pack up a bit. "Meant what, G?"

"That I love you."

"I love you, too."

"You pity me."

"No. I'm sad for you and I want to know what has happened in your life. And somehow, I just turn into everyone you hate – I do all the things that they did."

"Don't keep the ice on one spot too long – it's cold."

"Sorry – I don't really have any experience with tearing."

"I take that as a good thing. Last guy who did this to me was a fucking expert."

"How many men hurt you?"

"Don't really know anymore."

"Am I on that list?"

"Nope... Did the bleeding stop?"

Nick pulled back the ice and checked. "Seems to. Are you cold?"

"You would be too, if you had ice on your asshole." Greg moved in a little closer to Nick. "You wanna talk about the club?"

"Not unless you need to, G."

"I changed my mind a little to late."

"What about the alley?"

"I got thrown into an alley naked." Greg shifted onto his side, and Nick repositioned the ice.

"How come we always end up hurting each other?"

Greg was starting to fall asleep. He latched on to Nick's neck – licking seemed to calm him down.

"Greg... do you think we could try something?"

"What's that?"

"No sex for a while. We've never done that."

Greg mumbled a sleepy okay as he fell asleep in Nick's arms.

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Next story in series - The Gospel According To Tony.