Title: Happy Hallochristmas!
Author: Rpgirl
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG
Summary: This is a sidefic to Bleeding Hearts. It's about the Goth Christmas Party they went to.

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Greg smiled at Nick widely, who looked horrified.

"I'm not wearing that." Nick stated, as Greg pouted.

"But Nick, I went through all the trouble of getting it." Greg said.

"But it's Christmas, why are we dressing up like it's Halloween?" Nick asked.

"It's a Goth Christmas Party, there's a difference. Please Nicky." Greg asked, kissing his neck lightly.

"You're playing dirty." Nick moaned, as Greg smirked.

"I know." Greg said, as Nick sighed.

"Fine, I'll wear the outfit." Nick said, as Greg backed off with a big smile.

"Good, then I'll go get on my outfit." Greg said, as Nick tilted his head.

"Do I have to wear anything else besides what's on the bed?" Nick asked, as Greg shook his head.

"Besides kohl, nope. I on the other hand have a lot to put on." Greg said, going into the bathroom.

Greg had kept his outfit a secret to everyone. Sara was going as an angel, Warrick was going as a football player, Grissom was dressing up as a bug, and Catherine was going to be going as a softball player. David was going to dress up as an archangel. Nick was going as a bondage freak, and Greg...just wouldn't tell anyone.

Nick got into the outfit easily enough. The pants being the easiest, he already knew how to put on vinyl pants from past experiences. The fishnet shirt tried to put up a fight, but it lost in the end, and the heels made him a little taller than he already was. Nick knocked on the door to the bathroom.

"Greg? Will you help me with my makeup?" Nick asked, laughing to himself.

"One second, I'm almost done." Greg said, as Nick sat on the bed.

Two minutes later Greg came out of the bathroom, stunning Nick to the point of falling off the bed.

Nick was in a state of aw. Greg was in tight black pants. They were torn all over the place, looking like claws had ripped them up. His shirt was in the same fashion, three rips on his chest, making it seem like someone had tried to rip it off of him.

His hair was spiked in the normal fashion. His eyes were covered with eyeliner and eye shadow, making one big dark line. It went over his nose, and the temples. He had wings on, which looked like devil wings. Lastly he was wearing black boots.

"G...what are you?" Nick asked, as Greg laughed.

You could see he had put in some fangs.

"I'm a demon." Greg said, smirking.

Nick got up, pulling Greg to him in a deep kiss. Greg scraped the fangs over Nick's tongue, making the latter moan deeply.

"Is there anyway you can keep those?" Nick asked, as Greg laughed.

"I could go get them professionally done." Greg said, as Nick laughed.

"Let's not waste the money." Nick said, "Although it's really sexy." Nick said, as Greg pulled him into the bathroom.

"Let's get you ready, so we can head over to Jeremy's." Greg said, putting the designs under Nick's eyes.

By the time he was done, Nick was blinking furiously.

"How do you keep your eyes open like that and not try to blink?" Nick asked, as Greg put some more eyeliner on.

"Lots of practice." Greg said, as he finished.

"Come on." Nick said, as they left the apartment.

By the time they got to the party, everyone was already there.

"We're just...fashionably late." Greg said, "Oh crap, I forgot Jeremy's gift. I'll be back."

Nick knocked on the door, the door opening to see Warrick.

"Why are you answering the door instead of Jeremy?" Nick asked, as Warrick whistled low.

"Damn! Where's Greg? Did he dress you like that?" Warrick asked, as Nick laughed.

"Yeah, and he's getting Jeremy's gift." Nick said, as they left the door open.

"Oh, and I'm answering the door because Jeremy's busy." Warrick said, as Greg came through the door.

"Back." Greg said, shutting the door.

Warrick's mouth dropped, as Sara came over.

"...Greg, is that you? Oh my god! IT IS! I love your outfit!" Sara said, as Greg smiled at her, fangs and all.

"Thanks Sara. Where's Jeremy?" Greg asked, as Sara got an eyeful of Nick's outfit.

"Is he an eight hundred dollar whore?" Sara asked, as Nick glared.

"Bondage freak, Ms. Angel." Nick said, as Sara laughed.

"Jeremy's in the kitchen." Sara told them, letting them walk by.

Greg got into the kitchen first.

"Hey Jeremy, like the costume, what are you?" Greg said, as his friend stood up straight.

"Huh...oh I'm a baseball fairy." Jeremy said, as Nick laughed.

"With powder on their face." Nick said, as Jeremy smirked.

"Exactly." Jeremy said looking them up and down, "You guys went all out."

"You know my favorite holiday is Halloween." Greg said smiling.

"Nice job with the fangs." Jeremy commented, "Does Nick want you to keep them?"

"How'd you guess?" Greg asked, mouth dropping.

"Easy, all people dressed up as bondage freaks like fangs."

"That's wrong! Remember last year Catherine dressed up as one, and Warrick was a vampire, and she said she hated them." Nick said, as Jeremy glared.

"Fine then all guys." Jeremy said, "Why don't you guys go out there and show off your outfits."

They both nodded before handing over the present. Nick lead them out, seeing Grissom and David talking. Nick pulled Greg to him, whispering in his ear. Greg laughed lightly at his idea.

Greg followed Nick over to where their boss was, hissing at Ecklie while walking by. Ecklie jumped a little, before giving Greg a look.

"Heya Grissom." Nick said, yanking Greg infront of him.

David looked at Greg a little worried that Nick had yanked him so hard.

"Hey Nicky, Greg." Grissom said, as Greg tilted his head at him.

"Hello." Greg hissed out slowly.

Grissom looked at Greg oddly.

"Are you okay Greg?"

"Who's this Greg you speak of? My name is Tuakwat. T-u-a-k-w-a-t, Got it memorized." Greg said, as David snorted in his drink.

"But you look like Greg Sanders." Grissom said, slightly mad that he spelled out the name.

"My name is Tuakwat, I'm a demon." Greg said, letting Nick kiss his neck.

Grissom rolled his eyes.

"Oh really." Grissom said, making Greg laugh evilly.

"Very much so." Greg said, showing his fangs.

Grissom took a slight step back.

"You're right; Greg Sanders doesn't act like an ass." Grissom said, as Greg's eyes narrowed.

"Whatever. I'm going to go talk with Sara." Greg hissed out, jerking out of Nick's embrace to go talk to Sara.

"Damnit Griss, you just ruined our fun." Nick said, as Grissom smiled.

"I don't like smartalecs, you know that Nick."

"We were just having fun." Nick said, as Grissom shrugged before walking off.

"Don't worry about him." David said, "I thought it was awesome."

Nick smiled at David before going after Greg.

"Tuakwat." Nick whispered in Greg's ear, who shuddered.

"Yes." Greg hissed back, as Sara excused herself.

"Have I told you how sexy you look tonight?" Nick asked, as Greg smirked.

"No you haven't. It's slightly offended me, but if you apologize I might forgive you." Greg said, smirking to himself.

Nick kissed the side of his neck lightly, before making Greg's head lean back so he could kiss him lightly, before pulling back.

"I'm sorry." Nick said, as Greg shrugged.

"You're forgiven." Greg told Nick.

"Good." Nick said, smirking at Greg.

Greg turned around in Nick's arms, smiling at him.

"I'm glad we came here tonight." Greg said, laying his head on Nick's chest.

"I am too." Nick said, trying not to knock Greg's wings off.

Jeremy smirked at the crowd, before putting in a CD. Making the two men in the middle of the room jump. A beat that sounded like it was best put in a club came through the speakers, making Greg cackle insanely.

"What the hell is this?" Nick asked.

"DJ Gods...its Lords of Acid, Marilyn Manson, DJ Irene Green, and ICP. It's one of the WORST songs in existence." Greg said, expressing the word worst loudly.

Jeremy laughed hard then came to stand next to them.

"Do you not like the song?"

"I don't think Grissom does!" Greg said, laughing at his boss.

Grissom looked disgusted at the song. Then again the words weren't helping all that much.

Nick's nose turned up at the first words.

"That's really crude."

"That's Lords of Acid." Greg said, "Jeremy turn that off. You're scaring everyone."

Jeremy looked smug as he changed it to the next song. The song was upbeat and loud. So everyone started to dance while talking.

Greg smiled up at Nick, who laughed at him.

"G, I love you. Even though you made me wear this outfit." Nick said, "Which I will never wear again."

"It's Tuakwat tonight." Greg said, "Remember we said we'd be in character."

"You are a little devil tonight." Nick said, as Greg smirked.

"You aren't playing your role very well." Greg told Nick, who pushed Greg up against the wall. Greg yelped out, not expecting him to do that.

Nick put Greg's wrists in one hand, and smirked.

"How's that for my role?" Nick said, rubbing up against Greg.

Greg moaned loudly before realizing they were doing this in front of all their coworkers. Greg smirked at them, trying to show them they were just playing. David and Sara walked over laughing at them.

"You now guys, it's not very smart to try and screw each other in Jeremy's house." Sara said, as Nick let Greg go.

"Well Tuakwat said I wasn't playing my role very well." Nick said, as Greg smiled.

"What the hell is a Tuakwat?" David said, "It sounds dirty."

"That'd be my name." Greg hissed at him.

"Oh...trust you to come up with a name like that." David said.

The rest of the night Nick and Greg played it safe. Grissom finally understood that Greg was just playing the part of his costume about an hour later.

"Alright guys, ya'll need to get out because I have work in the morning. Thanks for coming though." Jeremy said, as everyone filed out.

Nick and Greg stayed though, looking at their friends place.

"Have fun cleaning this place up." Greg said, sticking his tongue out.

"I will. I have people coming in the morning to clean it up." Jeremy said, as Greg laughed.

"Of course."

"Well we need to get going too." Nick said, as Greg frowned.

"It was good seeing you Jeremy." Greg said, hugging him.

"It was good seeing you guys too." Jeremy said, as the boys left.

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Greg walked into their apartment, his tongue sticking out.

"I'm so fucking tired." Greg said, taking off his wings.

He went to their bedroom, Nick walking after him. Greg landed face first on the bed, hearing Nick laugh.

"What?" Greg asked.

"We should at least clean up. I doubt you want to sleep with all of that on." Nick said, making Greg groan.

"Does that mean getting up?" Greg asked, as Nick nodded.

"Yep." Nick said, laughing as his boyfriend put his head back down.

"I think I'll take not getting up." Greg said, as Nick took off both of their boots.

"Why are you so tired?" Nick asked, as Greg shrugged.

"Partied hard." Greg said, letting Nick take off his pants.

Nick laughed at him, folding the jeans up and throwing them in the back of the closet.

"Well maybe if we didn't grind up against each other for two hours, you wouldn't be so tired." Nick said, as Greg snorted.

"No...I think it's because someone spiked the punch...it didn't taste right." Greg said, making Nick frown. He knew Greg didn't like to drink a lot of alcohol...he didn't like drinking it period.

"You feeling okay?" Nick asked, as Greg shrugged.

"I feel kinda sick...but I'll be fine." Greg said, taking off his shirt.

Nick got out of his own clothes, before helping Greg up.

"We'll take a shower in the morning. Let's just get this stuff off our faces." Nick said, as they walked towards the bathroom.

"M'kay." Greg said, as both started washing the makeup off. The eyeliner taking more time because it was pure kohl.

Ten minutes later they were in bed. Greg curled up into Nick's chest, who held Greg there. Nick making a mental note to give Sara the outfit for safe keeping.

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