Title: Crime and Punishment
By: Fran Holland
Pairing: Gil/Nick

Nick had found out about the blowjob Gil had gotten the other night.

He was at loose ends because Nick was in Texas for the Labor Day weekend and he wound up in one of the obscure gay nightclubs off the strip. He had a few drinks and was getting ready to call it a night when an incredible looking man, nearer his own age than Nick, approached him. They had talked and the three or four scotches that Gil had drunk loosened him up a bit and before he knew what was happening, Gil found himself in his Tahoe, in the parking lot of the club getting a blowjob. The man had given him his phone number and left Gil feeling very satisfied, but extremely guilty.

Apparently, someone in the club had recognized Gil. Even though he and Nick did not go out in public a lot, there were a few gay men that they socialized with in the privacy of their own homes. So, someone had told Nick all about Gil leaving with this guy and Gil's normally laid back friend and lover had exploded. He had asked Gil point blank what happened that night and Gil would not lie. He said he was sorry, but it did not stop Nick from packing the few things that he left over at Gil's townhouse and walking out.

That was two days ago and Nick had not answered Gil's phone calls, he would not speak to him at work, unless it concerned a case and just yesterday, Gil had walked into his office to find a box with all his things that he had left over at Nick's place.

Nick wasn't going to forgive him for this. He had always forgiven him for his minor mistakes, like forgetting dates, but this time he had royally screwed up. Gil really loved Nick; they had been together for about three months. He knew that Nick wanted to take it to the next level and move in together, but Gil was still holding off. He had not wanted to admit to himself that he was in a relationship. If he did not admit it, he could not screw it up. Or so he thought.

Nick, meanwhile, was snapping everyone's head off and no one wanted to partner with him on cases. Catherine, Warrick and Sara had all come in at various times over the last two days to tell him to do something about Nick. Since no one knew about their relationship, they all thought Gil should just be a boss and take care of the situation.

While Gil sat in his office with his head in his hands trying to think of a way to fix this whole mess, Catherine walked in.

"All right, Gil. If you won't talk to him, I will and I won't be as tactful as you usually are." Catherine stated as she sat down across from him.

"Has anyone else tried talking to him? Has he told anyone what was going on?" Gil was afraid of the answer. Nick was so volatile right now, and he wasn't sure if their secret relationship was about to be common knowledge.

"Hell no. He won't talk to anyone. He says it isn't anyone's business." Catherine continued, "I think he has lady problems, that's the only thing I can think of."

"Maybe that's it." Replied Gil. "It will probably run it's course, but I'll talk to him."

"Good. Please do it soon. If he snaps at Warrick one more time, I think he might get punched in the mouth." Catherine walked towards the door, and before she reached it, she turned back to look at him.

"You don't look so hot, aren't you sleeping?"

"I'm fine." Said Gil.

"Sure you are." Catherine said as she walked out into the hallway, not bothering to shut the door.

What was he going to do? Nick wouldn't talk to him. How was he going to fix this? Gil knew that Nick was in the lab somewhere, so it was time for him to pull rank and make him talk. He walked out of his office and tried the break room first; Greg was in there reading a comic book.

"Greg, have you seen Nick?"

Greg looked up and replied, "Last time I saw him he was in trace waiting on some test results." Greg went immediately back to his comic book.

"Thanks."

Gil headed for trace, praying that no one else would be around for this confrontation. He turned the corner and signed in relief to see Nick working over the light table and with no one else in the room. He quietly watched the man he loved for a few seconds. He really missed him. He actually missed his company more than the sex. And he really missed sex with Nick.

He cleared his throat and walked into the room, closing the door behind him. Nick looked up and Gil winced at the look that passed between them.

"Nicky, I need to talk to you about..." Gil was interrupted by Nick's sharp voice.

"Don't. Don't call me that!"

"Nick, damn it. I fucked up. I royally fucked up. I want to make it up to you. I want you back. Please. Please, Nicky, I'll do anything. Be anything. Just forgive me. Please." Nick was shocked to see tears in the older man's eyes.

"Answer this one question, Gil." Nick walked towards Gil, stopping only a few feet away. "Do you love me?"

Gil looked him right in the eyes and said, "Yes, Nicky, I do." The tears continued to fall and Nick melted inside. But he could not let Gil see that. Gil hurt him badly and he wanted him to pay for it.

"Did you mean it when you said you would do anything?" Nick asked.

"Yes. I will do anything." Gil wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and straightened his shoulders. "Anything, Nicky."

"Okay. I'll think about it and talk to you tomorrow."

Gil turned to leave, breathing easily for the first time in days. "Oh, and Nick? Please try to be nicer to the team. I don't want Warrick to mess up that pretty face." The door shut behind him.

Nick smiled. He loved Gil. It seemed like he had loved him from the start. He had hated the betrayal he felt when he found out about the blowjob. Yes, Gil was going to pay for that indiscretion. He had a few phone calls to make after his shift. Yes, indeed, Gil was going to pay. Nick continued to smile as he finished writing up the test results.

***

Nick parked outside of Gil's townhouse and dialed Gil's cell. Gil picked up on the first ring.

"Nick?"

"Where are you?" Nick asked.

"I'm still at the lab, just finishing up some paperwork." Gil said. "I'll be leaving in 30 minutes or so. Do you want to meet at my place or yours?"

"Maybe yours, later tonight though. Around eight." Nick told him and rung off. He knew that Gil had the tomorrow off and he had made his plans accordingly. He stepped out of the SUV and walked up the path to Gil's front door. He was really glad that he did not give Gil his key back.

Once he was inside, he went straight into the kitchen. Gil had very precise habits and after three months, Nick had come to know his boss and lover very well. He opened the fridge and took out the container of freshly squeezed orange juice. Gil was addicted to orange juice and even though he was a neat freak about most things, he usually drank it right out of the bottle. Nick sat the bottle on the counter and reached into his pocket.

Being in law enforcement sometimes had its advantages, Nick thought as he slipped the white powder into the bottle. He had bought the little pills on his way home last night and crushed them up this morning. It was enough to knock Gil out for about three hours, maybe a bit less. The drug would not hurt him or have any adverse side effects.

Nick put the bottle back in the fridge and let himself out, locking the door on his way out. He smiled to himself once he was behind the wheel and headed off to his next destination, Lady Heather's place.

Gil let himself in his townhouse, wishing Nick had agreed to come over earlier. He wanted to spend the whole day with him and talk, and then maybe, just maybe, have some wonderful make-up sex.

He threw his keys on the foyer table and headed straight for the kitchen. He pulled out the orange juice and drank several big gulps and taking the bottle with him, he headed upstairs to shower and change.

Nick let himself into the townhouse about 30 minutes later. The house was quiet. For good measure, Nick called out. "Anyone home?"

No answer. Nick headed up the stairs, heart racing with excitement. He stepped into Gil's bedroom and Gil was lying across the bed wrapped in a towel, his hair still damp from his shower. Nick crossed the room and sat down next to the sleeping man.

He shook Gil's shoulder. "Gil, Gil wake up. We gotta go now."

Gil barely opened his eyes. "Wha..."

"It's okay, just let me help you." Nick got Gil into a sitting position and wrapped his bathrobe around him. Getting a half unconscious man down the stairs was a challenge but Nick worked out and they made it downstairs without mishap. He was hoping that since it was midmorning that most of Gil's neighbors would be at work or asleep, but he had a story just in case. It did not come to that, since he saw no one as he assisted Gil into his truck.

The drive only took about 20 minutes and Gil slept the entire time. He would not remember any of this once the drug wore off. He pulled to the entrance that he was told to use and left Gil in the car as he made his arrangements.

Fifteen minutes later, Gil was lying on another bed, this one in a very private room at Lady Heather's Dominion. Nick was in another room discussing his desires with a very large, very handsome young man.

"As I told you on the telephone, I do not want him to know I am involved in this until then end. I do want to participate in certain acts, but I want him blindfolded so he does not know it is me." Nick said and then he and the young man named Stephen finished their plans.

Gil awoke slowly. He felt groggy and when he tried to bring his hands to his face, he was startled to find that he was restrained. His eyes opened wide and he looked around. He was in a room about the size of a hotel room, one wall had mirrors on it and there were two doors. He was alone and to his dismay, completely naked. His hands were tied with what felt like silk scarves. He pulled at the restraints for a few minutes and then gave up. What was going on?

Nick and Stephen watched as Gil took in his surroundings. After a few minutes, Stephen stood and moved towards the door. "I will leave the door open so he will not hear you enter, but he cannot see you behind the two-way mirrors."

Gil heard one of the doors open and a figure came into the room. The man was tall and was very well built. He was wearing black, leather pants and was shirtless. But what Gil noticed the most and scared him was the fact that the man's face was covered by a black, leather mask covering the top half of his face.

"Who are you?" Gil demanded.

"My name is Stephen, and you are Mr. Grissom. But for our time together today, you will address me as Master and you, Mr. Grissom, will be my Slave."

Gil had a sinking feeling in his stomach. Where was he? What was this all about? He did not have time to dwell on it however, because Stephen had walked over to the edge of the bed and was looking down at him.

"You will obey me and pleasure me and in return, you will receive pleasure. If you displease me, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"You cannot be serious. You know my name, so you probably know that I am in law enforcement. Let me go now and I will not press charges." Gil figured that assertiveness was the way to go in this situation.

Stephen laughed. It was a low, sexy laugh. "We'll talk about pressing charges later. First I will tell you the rules of my domain."

Realization hit Gil. He knew there were places like this. Places were people's fantasies were brought to life. Places like Lady Heather's.

"Where am I?" Gil asked. "Who do you work for? What is this all about?"

"You will learn to speak only when spoken to, Slave." Stephen said as he reached into one of the drawers of the nightstand and pulled out a "cat a nine tails".

Gil's breath caught in his throat and he could not speak.

"Very good. You've learned the first rule." Stephen smiled. "The second rule is that my pleasure comes first, you will not take pleasure until I tell you that you can." As he spoke, Stephen had taken the whip and ran in lovingly through his hands.

"Those are my only two rules. Normally, I would let you choose what you want as a safe word, but my client has chosen that you not have one."

Stephen took the fetters of the whip and lightly ran them down Gil's chest, stopping only before he got to Gil's flaccid penis. He met Gil's eyes and licked his lips. He reached over to the drawer of the nightstand again and pulled out a set of nipple clamps. Gil had seen them before, but never experienced them. Once Stephen had attached one to his left nipple, he moaned in pain and tried to pull away. The restraints held. Stephen attached the other one to the right nipple.

The pain was intense and sweat beaded on Gil's forehead. He bit down on his lip to hold in the moan. Stephen turned towards the mirror and reached in front of him. From the angle he was laying, Gil could not see what Stephen was doing. He heard what sounded like Velcro and a part of the leather pants came off in Stephen's hands, leaving his cock and ass uncovered. He turned to face Gil and Gil's eyes widened at the size of the other man's cock. It was fully erect and the head glistened with pre-cum.

He moved to the bed again and crawled over Gil, straddling his thighs so that his cock slid next to Gil's. Gil closed his eyes against the sight, but his body betrayed him and his cock began to stir. He hated himself, he couldn't betray Nick again.

"Open your eyes, Slave." Stephen said softly next to Gil's ear. Gil had not heard or felt him bend over him. Gil's eyes remained closed. Suddenly he felt the sting of the whip on his chest. His eyes snapped open.

"Don't make me punish you, Slave." Stephen said as he let the fetters drag across Gil's chest once more.

"I want you to look at me, look at my cock. This cock will give you pleasure." Stephen said in a softly crooning voice.

Gil stubbornly remained silent. He told himself it wasn't to obey Stephen, it was just to see how far this would go.

Slowly Stephen walked his knees up Gil's body until they were on each side of his ribcage. He reached down and tweaked the nipple clamps. Gil gasped and moaned. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it slowly on Gil's chest, leaving a trail of pre-cum between Gil's nipples. Gil's gaze fixed on the huge cock in front of him and he could not look away. Stephen slowly stroked the length of his cock, rubbing over the head to get his palm lubricated. After what seemed like hours to Gil, Stephen reached down and removed the nipple clamps. As the blood once again entered his nipples the pain was hardly bearable. He whimpered. Stephen once again shifted his body until his knees were right under Gil's armpits and his cock was right in front of his face.

By this time Gil's penis was fully erect and behind the mirrors, so was Nick's. Nick's hands were trembling has he watched his lover with another man. He felt a wave of jealousy but excitement also coursed through him. Through the microphone in the small observation room, Nick heard Stephen say, "Lick my balls, I want you to get them really wet."

Nick's eyes flew to the mirror in time to see Gil tentatively reach out his tongue and lick Stephen's hairy testicles. Nick groaned and unzipped his jeans. He pulled his hard cock out and stroked it.

Back in the room, Gil's tongue was bathing Stephen's balls and Stephen was moving seductively over Gil's face.

"Ummm. That feels so good." Stephen murmured. "Now, you may lick my cock, just the head." Stephen rolled his head back as Gil's tongue whipped across the head of his penis. Gil tasted the saltiness of Stephen's pre-cum and was so incredibly turned on. Stephen backed up so his cock was out of reach of Gil's tongue. Gil looked up and met his eyes.

"Very good. But I want to make my pleasure last." Stephen rolled off of Gil and got to his feet. He pointedly looked down at Gil's straining cock and laughed softly, before turning to the drawer again.

"Have you ever been told that you have a beautiful cock?" asked Stephen as he pulled out a buttplug and some lubricant. He opened the squeeze bottle and poured some on the plug. He looked down at Gil. "You may answer."

Gil was stubbornly silent. And the cat o' nine tails smacked him on his upper thighs, right below his testicles. Gil jumped and swore. "Fuck."

Stephen scolded him, "I told you the rules. Don't make me punish you again."

Gil glared up at him, but said nothing.

"Spread your legs." Gil's body seemed to have a mind of its own and his legs parted and his knees came up to give Stephen access.

Stephen nodded his head and said, "You are such a good boy".

With one hand he rubbed the lubricant against Gil's tight hole and then slowly inserted the plug. Gil's hips came up off the bed and he grunted. Once his body adjusted to the intrusion, his hips rested back on the bed and Stephen gently cupped his balls. He gently squeezed and Gil's cock jumped.

"Does that feel good, Slave?" When Gil hesitated, Stephen said, "You may speak."

"Yes." The word was barely a whisper. Behind the mirror, Nick heard the anguish and desire in Gil's voice. He knew he could not take much more. He slipped out of his clothes and sat back in the chair to wait for Stephen's signal.

Stephen moved his hands up to the base of Gil's cock and squeezed. Gil shuddered and began thrusting his hips. He wanted more of this. He wanted to come so badly.

Stephen removed his hand and frowned. "Not yet. I'm not satisfied yet and you cannot have pleasure until I finish with you."

Once again Stephen got on the bed, but when he straddle Gil this time, his back was towards Gil's face. Gil thought that he was getting in the mutual satisfying "69" position that he and Nicky loved so much, but he moved his ass right over Gil's face.

"Tongue fuck me." Stephen said briskly. "I want you to fuck me with your tongue, Slave." With that, he lowered his puckered hole onto Gil's mouth. Gil's tongue touched the outer muscle and he began to work it back and forth. Stephen pushed back and Gil's tongue pierced the tight muscle and he moved it in and out, slowly at first and then faster. He heard Stephen moan and he started to grind his ass against Gil's face.

"Yes, yes, that's it." Gil heard Stephen. Gil's tongue was getting tired from the strain of fighting against the tight muscle, but he continued until finally Stephen lifted his hips off of him.

Stephen's face was flushed and his breathing rapid. He reclined next to Gil for a few minutes and then he picked up another scrap of silk beside the pillow. He reached up and fastened it behind Gil's head, blindfolding him.

"No. Please don't." Gil whimpered.

Once again, Gil was shocked at the sting of the whip, this time on his upper thighs.

"I did not tell you to speak. Did I?" Stephen's voice was loud and forceful. He brought the whip down on Gil's thighs again and suddenly Gil felt Stephen grasp one of his ankles and twist so that Gil was on his side. The whip continued to rain down on him and Gil felt such a rush of pain and pleasure that he almost came. His cock felt like it would explode.

"Now, Slave, you are going to suck my cock until I cum in your delicious mouth. You will swallow it all, none will go to waste. Do you understand?" Stephen's voice was steely. "You have permission to answer me."

"Yes," Gil whispered.

Stephen turned towards the mirror and motioned for Nick to join them. Silently, Nick came out the door and over to the bed. Seeing Gil get whipped by Stephen was so incredibly erotic. He saw how turned on Gil had gotten from the beating, and he knew that he would be shopping for a whip in the near future.

Once Nick had entered the room, Stephen turned back to the bed and crawled over to Gil. He settled himself over Gil's face and pushed the head of his cock into Gil's mouth. Gil opened for him and Stephen thrust his hips forward. Gil gagged on the huge cock in his mouth and as he continued to thrust, Gil's throat began to hurt and he could not catch his breath. Just when he thought he would be sick, Stephen pulled out and slowed. He continued to pump in and out of Gil's mouth, but he did not go as deep and Gil visibly relaxed and began to suck in earnest.

Nick watched all this while he stroked his own cock. He reached over for the bottle of lubricant that Stephen had left on the nightstand.

Gil was so caught up in giving Stephen head that it took a moment to register that a hand was spreading his thighs. He felt the tug of the buttplug as it was removed from his body. He moaned around Stephen's cock. He almost choked again as he felt the push of a hot cock into his ass. He heard Stephen's voice from above him.

"Have you ever had two cocks fucking you?" He heard Stephen laugh and he increased his thrusting into Gil's mouth.

Gil was so turned on, but who did the other cock belong to? He felt the pressure as the head of the other man's cock pushed past the tight muscle. His hips rose up to meet this new invasion and he felt hands grasp his hips. With one more thrust, the cock was sank all the way up inside of him. Gil once again whimpered as he realized the man fucking his ass wasn't wearing a condom and he felt a moment of panic before the sensations overcame him.

He was being fucked by two cocks and he was going to come. He could not help it. He cried out from around Stephen's cock and he felt his own hot cum land on his stomach. Stephen continued to thrust faster and faster and soon his hot cum was splashing down the back of Gil's throat. And like a good boy, he swallowed every drop. He felt Stephen get off of him, but the man who was fucking his ass was still pounding into him.

Suddenly bright light blinded Gil's eyes as the blindfold was torn away. It just took a split second for Gil to realize the man fucking his ass was Nick. His Nick. Their eyes locked for an instant and then Nick threw his head back as he pumped Gil full of his cum.

Stephen looked down at Gil and said softly, "I think I will leave you two alone now." And he walked out of the room.

Once Nick's breathing had returned to normal, he leaned forward on his arms and let himself slip out of Gil's tight body.

His eyes locked with Gil's and he said, "Don't ever fuck around on me again."

Gil looked at him and smiled. "I won't. I promise."

THE END