Title: Mixed Emotions
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: NC-17
Table: 3, csi50
Prompt: 41, Lust
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Ryan Wolfe, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Greg cried out as Ryan thrust into him again; his long legs tightened around his lover's waist, his dark eyes unfocused, his cheeks flushed with the heat of passion. Ryan couldn't take his eyes from the sight that was presented to him; he'd never seen Greg look more beautiful.

Sometimes it was hard to believe that such a gorgeous man actually belonged to him and wanted to be with him. When he'd thought that he would spend the rest of his life alone, he had never dreamed that such good luck would come to him in Vegas, that he'd find the love of his life.

Greg was everything he'd ever wanted, and more. This man was his life, his heart and soul; he couldn't even begin to conceive of a life without Greg, now that they'd found each other. This man was a part of him -- the best part, a part that he never wanted to lose.

They fit together so perfectly, Ryan thought as he thrust again, harder and deeper this time. At first, their lovemaking had been gentle, even a little tentative. But now, they were both learning how to let go, to sate their appetites to the fullest, to enjoy each other as much as possible.

He gasped as Greg's nails scored trails down his back; he was sure that he'd have scratches there after they were done, but he didn't care. He could deal with a little pain, as long as it didn't become extreme -- and besides, that pain came from the man he loved.

Somehow, it didn't feel like pain to have Greg's nails digging into his skin. It only added to the lust that had risen to the surface, the need to take Greg in every way possible, to meld their bodies together in the most primal of embraces, to melt into one entity.

Having Greg's body wrapped around him like this, feeling his boyfriend's slender body locked in his arms, their bodies joined, straining with each other to the ultimate pleasure -- he'd never experienced anything like this in his life before he'd met Greg.

Every other lover he'd ever had paled in comparison to what Greg made him feel. No one else had ever been able to lift to the heavens and beyond; the two of them had a connection, both emotional and physical, unlike any other he had ever known, or even dreamed of.

So many emotions were wrapped up in what he felt for Greg. The main one was love, of course; but there were others that also had their moments to take precedence. Like now, Ryan thought, pushing more deeply into Greg and moaning his boyfriend's name.

This was love, yes; but it was also lust, and he couldn't help but feel that sometimes, when they were in the throes of making love, inching ever closer to the pinnacle of pleasure, lust took over. It was nothing to be ashamed of; lust was a healthy emotion between lovers.

He and Greg had a perfect mixture of love and lust. He loved Greg with all of his heart and soul, as well as with his body. Their connection encompassed every part of who they were; Greg was a part of him in ways that he'd never dreamed anyone could be.

Ryan could feel Greg starting to tremble; that meant that he was close to the edge, that it would only take a few more movements of his hips to send his boyfriend careening past the point of no return. Ryan knew that once it happened, he wouldn't be far behind.

He thrust his hips forward again, feeling Greg's inner muscles tightening around his cock -- and suddenly, his boyfriend was spasming in his arms, his legs tightening around Ryan's waist, his nails digging into Ryan's back again, more deeply this time.

The feeling of Greg's muscles going taut and tense around him sent Ryan over the edge; he came with a soft cry of his boyfriend's name, wrapping his arms around Greg and pulling him close as they flew to the stars before beginning the descent back to the ground.

It seemed like a very long time before he could breathe deeply again; with a soft groan, Ryan rolled over onto his side without loosening his hold on Greg. He pulled out of his boyfriend slowly and gently, pressing a kiss to Greg's parted lips, then his bare shoulder.

Call it love, call it lust -- what they had just done somehow soothed his soul, made him feel warm and safe and loved. This was far more than just sex; yes, it was lust as well as love, but there was so much more to their lovemaking than mere physical pleasure.

He raised a slightly shaky hand to run his fingers through Greg's hair, smiling when his boyfriend cuddled closer against him. This part of lovemaking was just as good as the sex itself -- being able to hold Greg afterwards, to luxuriate in what they'd just done together.

Just holding Greg gave him a feeling of peace and serenity that he'd never known before. The sex was always terrific, but there was something to be said for simply lying here with the man he loved wrapped in his arms, sharing the quiet afterglow.

"I love being with you," Greg whispered, tightening his arms around Ryan's waist. "Not just making love -- but being with you like this. Nobody else has ever wanted to hold me after sex the way you do. Nobody else has ever made me feel so loved."

Ryan was amazed that Greg's thoughts, as usual, seemed to be on the same wavelength as his own. How was it that they could be so much alike, their bodies and thoughts so connected? The two of them were truly destined to be together.

"I was thinking the same thing," he murmured, nuzzling his cheek against Greg's. "How I feel more loved with you than I ever have with anybody else. I don't think I ever really knew what love was until I met you, Greg. You've shown me what love is meant to be."

He wasn't going to deny that a part of what he felt for Greg was good old-fashioned lust -- but how could it not be? Ryan asked himself. Greg was so incredibly beautiful, so sexy, so desirable -- it would have been impossible for him to see this man and not lust after him.

Greg was everything he wanted, everything he could have ever dreamed of, all wrapped up in one incredible man. Love, lust, and every other emotion that he could possibly feel welled up inside his heart; all he could think of at the moment was how much he loved this man.

Ryan pulled Greg closer, burying his face against his boyfriend's hair. This was so much more than lust, so much more than simply a union of bodies. What they shared was physical, emotional, and everything in between -- a true meeting of bodies, minds and hearts.

How had he lived before he'd found this man, and discovered the other half of himself? Ryan didn't know, but he was sure that he never wanted to let this feeling go. He wanted to be with Greg not only for the rest of his life, but until the end of time itself.

His love for Greg had a healthy serving of lust mixed in, Ryan told himself with an inward smile as he snuggled closer to his boyfriend. But in the end, love overrode every other emotion that he felt for Greg, and he knew that it always would.

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