Title: Just Don't
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, 8) Enough, 9) The Gospel According To Tony, 10) Whore, 11) Shut Up
Warnings: violence, rape/non-con, other pairings
Summary: It's a bit of a surprise...

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Nick couldn't breath. The room was dark and there was something wrapped tightly around his neck. The last thing that he could recall was falling asleep with Greg tightly in his embrace. Now, he was on his stomach and something was around his neck. It was so dark because something was covering his eyes. He tried to lift his hands to remove it, but his hands were cuffed to the headboard. He tried to call out, but there was a gag in his mouth. He wondered how he had managed to sleep through being tied down.

Nick tried to moan out to get Greg's attention – but he couldn't hear anyone in the room, and no one responded to his moans. He tried to struggle free, only to find that his feet were cuffed together. There was no way that he could even gain any momentum to knock off anything that was tied down – there was a rope around his neck, and the more he fought it, the tighter the rope became.

He was starting to panic – this was more dangerous than they had ever been before. Anything that meant total control was taken away and breath control was involved was discussed first. And the sub was never left alone. If Nick moved the wrong way and Greg was gone, he would suffocate in minutes.

Nick tried to relax his body, but everything just made it worse. He couldn't believe that Greg would have done this to him – especially after everything that they had been through the night before. Nick tried to moan again – but again, there was no response.

He didn't know how long he had slept or how long he had been awake before he finally felt hands on his back. They didn't feel right. Nick knew instantly that the hands on his back were not Greg's. He was naked and helpless and it wasn't Greg touching him.

The strange hands parted his cheeks and then something filled his ass. Based on sound and feel, Nick could only guess that it was whipped cream. He could only hope that Greg was in the room – but he hadn't heard anything that could verify that conclusion.

Nick expected to have his ass eaten out – he didn't expect the blunt pressure of a cock to press against his entrance. He could feel the hot tears rising in his eyes. He was about to get fucked for the first time by someone who wasn't Greg. He thought about pulling against the rope at his neck – ending it all – but he didn't. He waited for Greg's touch – Greg's smell – anything that was Greg – but it never came as the other man breached him without preparation. Nick chocked against his gag.

The man pulled out before he finished and a new set of hands were touching him. There was a tongue on his open hole, thrusting in and out. Nick couldn't tell if it was Greg or not – he could no longer rely on his senses to tell him what was happening. He needed to see Greg or hear Greg to believe that he was there. A hand wrapped around his half-hard cock and started to stroke roughly as the tongue darted in and out. The action caused more of a pull on the rope around his neck – it was getting harder to breath.

Someone took the gag off of his mouth and Nick sucked in air noisily. He only had a second before a large penis was inserted into his mouth. Someone entered him from behind.



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He had missed Greg entering him – he woke up with a start as Greg started to cum. Nick did, in fact, have his hands over his head, but that was because he was gripping the headboard. He had burrowed his head into the pillow, which was causing the labored breathing and the darkness. At some point, Greg had hauled him up on his knees and began fucking him. Nick couldn't believe something that had felt so real had been part of a dream.

Greg pulled out and fell to Nick's side, exhausted. "I'll get you off in a second, just let me catch my breath."

Nick curled onto his side and reached down – he was hard. He was also scared and disgusted. He didn't know that a dream could be so vivid. "Didn't you hear me?" Nick was sure he had to have been making some sort of noise in his sleep.

"Of course I heard you. Those fucking moans... Jesus – I almost came from that alone."

"I was having a nightmare."

"Didn't sound like a nightmare from my end. Sounded like you wanted to get fucked – you were calling out for me."

"And you didn't think to wake me up."

"I thought you were fucking up! By the time I woke up you had your ass in the air and your hands up and you were thrusting into the bed. I thought you were jerking off next to me – so I thought I'd make it better for both of us." Greg tried to spoon him, but Nick just pulled away.

"You should have known better."

"Known what? You were having a sex dream and I wanted to join in. I did everything right – I prepped you, I used lots of lube. I bet you it didn't hurt at all."

Nick noted that there was no sharp sting in his ass like there often was after they had been together – even though he had dreamt that it had hurt. "Not the point Greg – we agreed no sex. And I said it was a fucking nightmare." Nick was sitting on the edge of the bed, latent with hostility.

"Well, wasn't it you that said head was sex – and we've done that. This is exactly why I knew your little fucking plan was never going to work. I tried my best to do it your way. I wanted to chain you up, throw your feet above your head and fuck you until you begged me to stop – but no, I resisted. You asked me to let us be us and I did. And now your fucking sitting here yelling at me about rules that I didn't even know about, let alone fucking agree too!"

"Greg, you don't just fuck a sleeping man!"

"I thought I was making love to my boyfriend!" Greg got out of bed and slammed the door to the bathroom.

Nick stood in the empty bedroom and wondered if it really was just a difference of perception. As far as he could tell from the point where he had woken up, Greg really was being gentle. It was the nightmare coupled with the reality of Greg inside him that sent him over the edge. In the end, he knew that it was his fault.

"Greg, I'm sorry."

"Fuck off."

"Can we talk about this?"

Greg opened the door – he had found some boxers in there. "Get out. I really am done now – I thought I wanted you... but it turns out I fucking need you. I don't need to need anyone. Let's just end it here – irreconcilable differences."

"Don't you want to need someone? I need you."

"I don't want that dependence. I don't want this hurt anymore. I hate this worry – I hate this fighting. It used to be simple – it used to be about sex. And now, you've gone and complicated things."

"That's what life is."

"It doesn't have to be – not between us."

"Don't do this, Greg – we've got so far. We're so close."

"I'm tired of this. Did you ever think that that other person you're trying to get rid of is the real me. That the fake person is smiley Greg?"

"Greg, I love you. Let's work on this. You are not a bad person."

"I'm a slut. Always will be. Let me live my life, and you can live yours. Find some nice girl to marry and have lots of babies. Keep us a secret down in your soul. But that's all I can ever be fore you – a secret."

"Greg – Jesus. You are not a slut – stop playing into their hands."

"They're all playing into mine. Now leave."

Nick took one last look around the bedroom before gathering his clothes and leaving for good.

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Work didn't even clear his head – but it did give him an option. The team was split up and he and Warrick were transferred to swing with Catherine. Greg stayed on nights.






A/N - The first section was entirely a dream and not a flashback.... I didn't know if that was clear or not.

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Next story in series - Backwards.