Title: Possessive
Author: High_Striker
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Nick & Warrick
Summary: When you embarrass someone's boyfriend, you'd better be ready for the consequences. Especially if that couple happens to be extremely possessive. And if Warrick's anything; he's possessive of Nick, which doesn't bode well for a certain Greg Sanders...
(Sequel to Dry Spell)
Warning: Pretty much a PWP. Shouldn't be any spoilers, just plenty of nekkid CSIs, and plenty of embarrassment to go around...

Thinking back on it, he really should have known that this was coming. Of course underestimating Nick was always a mistake, but to expect the guy's excessively over-protective lover to leave him alone had just been flat out stupid.

How had he not comprehended the fact that Warrick wouldn't exactly appreciate anyone beyond himself ogling Nick's body? Even thinking back now, he couldn't believe that he'd gotten himself into this whole mess to begin with. And the fact that the two victims of his prank hadn't forgiven him for giving them the chance to have a little ‘fun' made him feel particularly bitter.

Especially due to the fact that he was handcuffed to Grissom's chair. Without a single garment, and they had even gone so far as to clear off the man's desk, leaving only a condom dead center, right where he couldn't take his eyes off of it.

He would've cursed had he not been gagged. And his mind briefly wondered about how Nick had become so skilled at tying knots. When those thoughts started going past the point of being anywhere close to r-rated and he started entertaining the idea of Nick standing over a bound and quite helpless Warrick he really wanted to curse again. Because the one thing that could have made matters worse had just happened.

Greg Sanders was tied, completely naked, to his boss's chair. And now he was hard.

He started to struggle more violently against the ropes that held him firmly in place, and the only thing he was grateful for was the fact that the chair wasn't facing the door.

And while he would never admit it, he was glad that the two hooligans that were responsible for this had waited for him to dry himself off before they attacked.

In retrospect, he never should have bothered to take a shower until he was safe and sound in his own house. Because then he wouldn't have had to deal with those big powerful arms wrapping around him, or the humiliation due to the fact that it had only taken one of Warrick's arms to keep Greg's own arms pinned to his side, while the second one was used to keep him silent.

On the other hand, the memory of Nick's hands manipulating his body to fit inside the body bag was remarkably pleasant. He swore he could still feel the ghost-like motion of Nick's hand as it ‘accidentally' brushed against his exposed dick. Having Warrick's hand covering his nipple hadn't helped any either.

The feel of those hands almost made the whole experience worthwhile.

Except the keyword there was almost.

Because the prospect of Grissom walking in and seeing him in all his naked glory wasn't exactly his idea of a good time. For the moment though, he was still trying to debate on whether or not it was a good thing that he was facing away from the door.

The second he heard the doorknob begin to turn he knew that he was going to be in for the most humiliating thing he'd ever experienced. Everything was made far worse when he heard the door open, and several voices stood out loud and clear.

After that it was just a matter of seconds before he felt the chair start to swivel, and he was brought face to face with Grissom. At that moment Greg was positive his face was beyond red, maybe even approaching the point of being purple. His eyes clamped down, in a vain, but valiant, effort to block out the look of pure shock on the older man's face.

The sound of Catherine sniggering was enough for him to open one eye and glance to his side where she was standing across the room. Right next to her was an extremely confused, and somewhat insulted looking Sara. Except that it was Hodges and Brass that really caught his attention. Then the real laughter started, and he could only watch in horror as Brass moved forward and picked up the condom, only to hand it to Grissom.

"I think you ought to accept the offer..."

Greg's other eye opened as well, and his twisted mind started to wonder if a person's eyeballs could actually fall out if they bulged too much. At the moment having his eyes fall out didn't exactly sound like a bad deal either.

When he finally managed to face Grissom once more he nearly screamed when he saw the way those fingers were flipping the condom back and forth like he'd seen Warrick do with a coin. It kept flipping around his fingers, and the intense look of both amusement and contemplation didn't help Greg out any.

It was a few more minutes before Grissom put the condom down, and dismissed the others. The action still wasn't enough for Catherine to walk up to him and whisper just loud enough for him to hear. "Just a word to the wise- this is exactly why you don't mess with Nicky- Warrick's a bit more than possessive when it comes to his man. Oh, and I'm supposed to tell you that your new nickname is Peeper." She patted his cheek lightly before grinning a little wider, and continuing, "I wouldn't spill the beans on them to Gil either. Alone they aren't too bad, but you put those two together, and you've got the most devious mind I've ever encountered. And yes they can be far more devious than you."

He really didn't want her to leave. It was a little weird to want them all to stay, but when Brass gave him a wink and shut the door, leaving him all alone with Grissom, it was a little more than nerve-wracking. When Grissom turned on an old stereo and the classical music drowned out all other noise he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in the older man's direction. All he got in return was a disturbingly feral grin before Grissom sat down on his couch and started to read one of his textbooks on entomology.

A full twenty minutes passed before Grissom stood up once more. By this time Greg's mind had lost all real control, and he couldn't really come up with any logical thought process. He was also too busy trying to pretend he was in his own house to realize that he could move again.

The moment that Grissom handed him a lab coat he almost wanted to kiss the guy, because the prospect of having to streak through the halls after everything else he'd been through wasn't exactly promising. It wasn't until he was in the hallway with everyone staring at him that he realized exactly what had just happened.

They actually thought that Grissom had accepted the ‘offer'. At least that's what they were pretending to believe. Either way he was sure his face was an impossibly dark shade of red, and he truly had no idea if it would ever turn back to normal.

Thankfully it wasn't too long of a run to the locker room, and he quickly slammed the door shut behind him, and promptly locked it before sagging to the floor. The feel of an extremely powerful hand on his shoulder actually made him scream, and when he saw nick and Warrick towering over him he raced for the other end of the room, intent on climbing out the window.

"Damn, man you can relax. We got our revenge." If it wasn't for the humorous tone in Nick's voice he would've kept going, but curiosity got the better of him.

"And I'm supposed to trust you two?"

"Aw- come on, Greggo- it was all in good fun. Besides, we could really get Hodges..."

That was the exact moment that Greg damned Nick Stokes. There was no way that he could logically consider forgiving the two of them, but deep down he knew that he already had. Who was he to try and deny the Texan when the guy sounded so innocent and flat out nice?

He couldn't quite come up with anything to say, which meant all he could do was stand motionless when Nick backed away and moved for the door. Warrick quickly grabbed Nick's hand, and kissed it lightly before moving towards Greg.

"If I ever catch you ogling my man again; you won't even see it coming."

"S-see wh-what?"

"Just think about what could be ten times worse than what we did to you tonight." Warrick stepped back, offering a smile that nearly terrified Greg, because there was no doubt in his mind that Warrick was telling the truth. Then that powerful hand ruffled his hair before it found its rightful place around Nick's hand.

There was no doubt in his mind though that Warrick wanted to extend their revenge just a bit more when he roughly pulled Nick to him, locking their lips together. A full minute later Warrick finally pulled away, and opened the door. Nick offered Greg a quick smile and a rushed wave before chasing off after his boyfriend. It didn't take too much of an imagination to think about what those two were going to be doing when they got home.

He smiled a bit before opening his locker. Greg didn't waste any time going for his camera, there was no way the two would forget something so obvious. The smile grew when he noticed that the photos he'd stored in the secret compartment beneath his locker were also gone. Without a word he carefully eased the bottom of the secret compartment up, and took out his other copies of the pictures.

From there it was just a matter of making it to the closest stall before he tugged the lab coat open, and securely fastened his hand around his throbbing cock. The only pause in his quick thrusts came when he pondered if he'd been hard when he'd raced down the hall. Looking back on the whole experience it was somewhat erotic, and he smiled a bit more as he quickly started to lick his palm.

He couldn't get the picture of Nick impaled on Warrick out of his mind. The pictures in his free hand only serving to reinforce each image, as his now slicked up hand picked up its pace. A loud moan escaped his lips just as he felt his release building. Moments later his hand was dripping with both his saliva and his own cum. He quickly grabbed some toilet paper, and wiped most of it away before licking off what all was left.

When he was finally dressed once more and actually stepped out into the hallway he couldn't wipe the smirk off his face. Because no matter what those two had done, there was nothing they could do that would make him regret taking those photos. Even if they did ever find all of his secret stashes, they'd still have to find a way to break into his safety deposit box.

Oh yeah, he'd definitely never lose any of those images. And that victory was enough for him to accept anymore humiliation that his two friends could ever put him through. In fact, he was already trying to come up with a new scheme to get Nick naked.

After all, that was one thing no sane person would ever be able to get enough of.

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"You know those weren't all the pics he has of us."

Nick shrugged, offering a wide smile. "So?"

"Damn, you really are a fucking exhibitionist aren't you?"

"Aw, I wouldn't go that far, but I'll admit that it doesn't bother me. I mean, it's just Greg."

"Yeah- you'd be singing a different tune if he'd been drooling over my body."

Nick grinned guilefully as he wrapped his arms around Warrick's waist. He slowly started to press his body harder against Warrick's, until there wasn't even the slightest bit of space between them. Without a word he started to move up and down, rubbing his erection against his partner's powerful thigh. After a few more long, tediously slow strokes Nick moaned, pausing just long enough to whisper, "Besides... he was ogling both... of us..."

Warrick's lips quirked up as he turned towards Nick, barely managing to line their cocks up before he took full control. "You're right Nicky. I guess if he gets off watching me take you that isn't so bad. At least he knows that you're mine."

Nick couldn't hold back another loud moan. The truth was that he had been embarrassed by what Greg had done, and he really didn't like for anyone but Warrick to see him naked. Except the perk of getting to see this possessive streak in his man was more than enough for him to accept any form of humiliation.

"You know, I've learned a lot about tying knots from you. And I won't lie, I couldn't help but picture you in that chair... all trussed up, and unable to even move. Oh, the possibilities are endless."

"Oh, God... we're- damn it... too much- too many clothes. Must- get- rid of..."

The rest never made it past his lips, and Nick was just grateful that Warrick knew exactly what had to be done. It wasn't long before he was naked, lying on their bed with Warrick hovering over him. He smiled when he felt the cool metal around his wrists, connecting him to the headboard. Another moan broke free when Warrick's tongue starting to dab his tongue along Nick's already hardened nipples.

Both eyes opened when he felt Warrick's weight move away, the loss of contact almost too much. Nick immediately started to look around for him, wondering what in the world could be so important that he'd been forced to actually leave their bedroom.

The moment that he heard footsteps in the hallway he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he found out what it had been. Before his brain could even register it, Warrick was back on top of him, kissing and grasping at every piece of available skin. It was a few moments before he registered the fact that Warrick was wearing his vest, and when the man pulled away Nick couldn't hold in the piteous whimper.

"God, Nicky... you're-too-damn-hot." Warrick let out a deep breath in a failed attempt to calm himself down ever so slightly. His smile grew wider when he reached around and fumbled about trying to grab the hat he'd brought with him.

Nick knew the second that Warrick had put it on him that he was wearing his CSI cap. He'd spent a full half hour getting it to fit perfectly, getting the bill curved just right, and at the moment he couldn't believe he'd never worn it when they'd slept together. Of all the things they'd tried during sex, this was undoubtedly going to make it twenty times harder to process a scene without picturing Warrick naked and getting ready to take him.

Then Warrick's fingers were moving inside of him, and he couldn't stop the long string of jumbled curses, pleadings and moans.

"Those are downright beggin' words..." Warrick smiled, pretty proud of the fact that he could still speak in a somewhat coherent manner. Although the way he was making fun of Nick seemed to be lost in another long burst of jumbled words. He wasn't entirely sure, but he'd thought there had been a few "Shudup and fuck me" comments thrown in.

Warrick was all too happy to oblige.

From there, neither one lasted very long. They were both panting heavily when Warrick came, unable to hold back any longer. Another few thrusts and Nick was coming as well, the thick fluid helping to hold them together.

In his daze he barely managed to free Nick from his handcuffs, and he smiled when he threw the cap off, while Nick quickly freed the vest from his shoulders. Afterwards it was mere seconds before Nick was fast asleep in his arms. The feeling of Nick belonging to him, and him belonging to Nick was calming. They belonged to each other.

As he drifted off to sleep he couldn't help but smile at the fact that Greg hadn't been able to interrupt this moment.