Title: Greg Takes Control
Author: cindvon
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: bondage
Summary: Nick has always been in so much control what happens when Greg takes control?***
The clink of chains made a wet echo through the old stone basement. Nick hung limply from a hook and chains clamped around his wrists. His feet touched the ground comfortably, but there was too much restraint to allow stretching.
His body was soaked, shirt removed, pants sticking to his legs uncomfortably. The tranquilizer used to sedate him was just wearing off when footsteps sounded from down the giant wet stone hall.
Groggily he lifted his head, drops of water slipping off his black hair and running down his jaw line. His vision and thoughts were still a little blurred as the young chemist/his co-worker, Greg, stepped into the room. A smug look was stretched across his youthful face. His tight casual clothes were just starting to gather the water dropping from the ceiling.
He strolled over to Nick's dangling form and placed his hands on Nick's face and chest. "Did you sleep well?" Greg said, his voice full of honey. Nick grunted, starting to remember the night shift at work, coming in the back door to find Greg smiling cheerfully, head phones on his head and a rag in one hand.
Then everything went black until now. He had a splitting headache and was only half aware of a slice of fruit Greg had lifted to his mouth. "You said any time I wanted to play you'd be there, Nicky," Greg said while pouting, his face against Nick's.
Greg placed a hand on Nick's muscled stomach. Nick sucked what warmth he could from Greg's hand, remembering his promise. He thought Greg, whom he had dreamt about for months, would take it as a joke, but apparently he was dead wrong.
"Where are we?" Nick said dryly.
"Oh, you know the old building a cross from my apartment, right? It has this maze of a basement as you can see and I am a lab rat right?" Greg smiled.
"I didn't know you'd go for the same team, Greg." Nick fought sneakily against his restraints.
"Who said I didn't? Besides cowboy I'm going to have my fun with you. I've been fighting the urge to grab your ass for too long so I decided to plan this little kidnapping, but don't worry, you are home sick as far as everyone else knows." Greg was fidgeting with the wet button on Nick's jeans.
Nick was surprised at this all-of-a-sudden spout of passion the young lab boy had taken to, and to be honest it was turning him on, though a little obsession might be evident. Greg had to learn something from getting in the minds of killers. Before he could react to this thought he felt his sticky, wet jeans slide reluctantly down his legs. His boxers sucked uncomfortably at his body as the rough material of the jeans were taken away. He squirmed at the almost sexual sensation.
"Ooooh.... do you like it rough cowboy?" Greg spoke heavily.
Greg grabbed Nick's balls before he could answer sufficiently and got a loud moan instead. He laughed, knowing he had caused his beloved Nick pleasure.
Nick, not in his wildest dreams, had ever thought the lab rat would attempt something so bold as this. Sure, he had spent nights with lotion and a box of tissues thinking of Greg more then anyone, but for his imagination to come true was insane. "Greg, don't kid me on this, you have to follow through if you start," he couldn't help the pleading sound in his voice.
Greg was up, right in front of him then, staring evilly, his spiked hair starting to wilt with dampness. Nick swallowed hard; unable to touch Greg's young body because of the chains around his wrists was driving him nuts. Greg started to turn away, and Nick groaned at the treachery, but Greg quickly flashed back, his lips on Nick's.
Nick melted and pushed back causing the chains to jingle. Greg put one hand behind Nick's head as he started exploring his mouth, dancing against the other man's tongue. The other hand trailing from Nick's neck, catching the dip of his collarbone, before quickly dropping to one nipple. Greg continued nudging against Nick's mouth as he teased his nipple, giving it a sharp tug before switching hands, adjusting his body against Nick's, and working on the other nipple.
Greg pulled back sharply and fought to get off his now soaking dark red shirt. Nick tried again unsuccessfully to fight his chains, his hard-on increasingly begging for touch.
"Greg," Nick groaned and squirmed. "Take these chains off, let me go. I can't wait."
Greg violently kissed Nick while pressing his body against Nick's. He pulled at Nick's hips; the wet boxers making a sucking noise. In turn sucking Nick's hard cock temptingly. "I'm going to have my fun with you first," Greg bit Nick's lip and ground his hips against Nick's.
Nick moaned against the pressure and continued his failed struggle with the restraints. Greg laughed softly as his trailed kisses over his captive's body, tasting every inch, the curve of his neck, the dip of his collarbone, the slight depression between his muscled pecks. Greg was enjoying the exploration more and more with each drawn out moan from Nick who was writhing with pleasure.
He sucked a nipple and went lower, biting here and there, his hands trailing after, softly caressing. Even soaked and chilled as he was Nick was sweating with pleasure. His body demanded more and all he could do was take the tender passion, drink it all in, and hope for more. Each moan rang against the old stonewalls, echoing his lust.
Greg bit the end of Nick's boxers and pulled them slowly off, only using his hands to loosen the wet suction. Nick's hard cock was screaming for attention. Greg stood back up and began a savage attack of kissing as he slowly started stroking Nick's hard cock.
Nick almost squealed in pleasure, but at this slow pace it was torture. He tried to thrust into Greg's hand, but each time Greg would stop and wait for him to quit. Greg draped his other arm over Nick's shoulder and around his head, standing on tiptoes. He squeezed Nick's cock tight and bit one ear before slowly pulling again.
The panting Nick was doing was killing Greg, that slow sexual exertion when you have to come but can't, that teetering on the edge of insanity. He slowly moved back down Nick's body and roughly engulfed his cock.
He sucked strongly, even allowing Nick to trust while his hands undid his pants.
"Oh god, Greg!" Nick breathed sharply as Greg bit down gently. Greg knew he could control Nick's release. He bobbed up and down as fast as he could forcing him to the edge. He could feel Nick's blood rushing, his heart beat faster, and his breathing becoming rigid as Nick was getting ready to release.
Greg pulled away and grabbed something out of the pocket of his discarded jeans. Nick watched his vision clouded with lust, his voice hoarse from moaning, as Greg placed on him a cock ring. The pressure at the base of his cock was almost painful.
"You won't release until I tell you to," Greg bit at Nick's neck. "But what should I do to you next?"
He grabbed Nick's cock roughly, demonstrating the cock rings abilities. Nick screamed in frustration of not being able to come. He thought he'd pass out from the sheer pleasure of having the lab rat's mouth so expertly around his cock, but this would surely kill him.
Greg touched every inch of his body, feeling every tensed muscle, exploring more, kissing, biting, and licking anywhere he pleased. He slowly, teasingly so, started preparing Nick for his next activity. With one hand he reached around and grasped Nick's cock before painstakingly entering him.
Nick screamed and thrust strongly a few times before giving up his conquest to climax. Greg had put pleasure on both sides of him now, the front with his hand firmly wrapped around his cock, and from behind with his own, but he had not moved. Greg was savoring every small move and twitch he could feel. His own breathing was slightly uneven now. He pushed deep into Nick before letting out a growl of pleasure.
"Nick, have you dreamt of this? I have, many times, of having you all to myself." Greg said unevenly as he slowly thrust in and out. "I don't think you ever saw my plea's for attention. My slowly advancing affection. I made sure we got on the same cases just to be with you."
Nick ground his own hips against Greg's hand harshly as Greg picked up a little speed. He moaned loudly and pulled up on his chains, making Greg moan in return. Their loud breathing almost echoing. Every move either one made was euphoric pleasure, their wet bodies sliding together perfectly.
"The fact is Nicky, I love you, but I had to take my chances and bring you here. I knew a blatant confession wouldn't work to convince you, I had to show you." Greg thrust hard, pushing Nick forward into his hand.
"Greg...I noticed, but there are too many people out there," Nick started explaining between sharp breathes. "How could I know if you were playing me? You had to have learned something from all those fake-love interrogations of criminals."
Greg responding to this with a quicker speed, each thrust sending vivid explosions of colors into his mind. He bit Nick's shoulder, rattling the chains and thrusting harder.
"Nick, I'm going to come. I'll give you the option to end it now, to back out, but act quick."
Nick could feel the difference in Greg's soggy body; the rough wetness of each pressure was strong with the coming climax. This was his turn to confess. He pushed up against Greg, urging him on, water droplets flying from their wet bodies.
"Greg, I love you too." Nick half screamed as Greg came, his body bucking wildly before he almost collapsed to the floor, pushing Nick forward, he stopped breathing for what seemed like an eternity.
Slowly he got up, still weakened. Nick was still struggling with his own pleasure, the cock ring keeping him away from that edge he wanted so desperately to plunge over. His body was so close to just giving up, he threw his head back rattling the chains.
Greg slowly, almost pathetically slow, began nudging Nick's body with kisses, tasting the diluted sweat and lust. He reached once again into his discarded pants and got out a small key. Removing the cock ring with one hand he released each hand from the metal clasps with the other.
Before he could move Nick was on him, rushing him up against the wall. Greg was still half blacked out in his mind but his body responded to the vicious kisses Nick was placing on him. Nick roughly turned Greg to face the wall and pinned him there with his arms.
"Now Greg, I'm going to take you, and there's no option to back out, love." Nick said passionately.
His entrance was hurried and rough. Greg almost fought before giving in. Nick was pounding him, urging forward by his own blind need to finish. Each thrust was brutal and full of pleasure Greg had never felt before.
Soon his moans joined Nick's slavish screams and he worked against Nick's strong body, making each sensation heated and harder. He pushed away from the wall with his arms and connected with Nick on every push, every touch of their shining bodies.
The pressure inside him built so fast he was surprised when he started coming with Nick. Nick's vision blurred before he thrust and started exploding inside Greg's tight ass. He blacked out for only a second, his own breathing the only thing he could hear, and then both of them were on the hard, wet floor.
"Nick," Greg said, kissing his forehead gently, a worried look on the lab tech's face. "Wake up, I don't want to have to explain how I killed you by fucking you to death."
Nick laughed, his body shaking from such a struggle. He kissed Greg deeply, pulling everything he could from his new lover. Greg slowly and yet reluctantly pulled away and helped Nick to stand, both of them exhausted, cold, wet, and naked.
"Come on, I have a room up stairs, you don't need to get sick."
They walked, or more like stumbled up some stairs before entering a dim, warm room. A bed was up against one wall; tons of blankets on top of it, a fireplace in the opposite wall which was the source of heat and light.
Greg slowly lay down with Nick on the bed, cuddling up to the muscled body and slowly and tenderly kissed him.
"We have to go back into work tonight, we should get some sleep." Greg whispered to the already heavy lidded Nick.
Nick wrapped his arms around Greg, holding him close. The fire crackled and popped softly as their bodies regained a little strength and warmth.
"I meant what I said when I told you I loved you." Nick said as he started falling asleep.
"I meant what I said too," Greg smiled; with his plan a success he closed his eyes in return, feeling whole.
The End ***
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