Title: Rogue
Author: High_Striker
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Nick and Rick
Summary: AU. Warrick's on the move, and after just a few days in Dallas his sight has landed on a certain person that's simply too good to be true. Only, when he tries to change it, something he never expected happens.
Warning: Non-con to dub-con to... :) kinks, bondage etc. AU (If Warrick had continued to be a runner, and Nick hadn't quit being a cop).

He definitely didn't care for the city at all. The lack of shimmering lights, easy targets, and a casino in his own damn backyard all pissed him off. So did having to leave it all behind.

But there had been no denying that the police in Vegas had been way too close to roping him in, and judging by his few encounters with some guy named Grissom and his apparent sidekick who was quite a stunning redhead. Not that it had bothered him too terribly much, but for as tough as he was, there were just some things better left not being experienced, and having a bulky cellmate was one of them.

His eyes traveled to the bar across the street, and he watched with a smirk as several more men piled out of the building. Their crew cuts and buzzed hair was enough of a giveaway that they were definitely cops or in the army. Either way it didn't matter much, because he was damn certain that he'd have his fair share of easy targets to choose from.

With a somewhat sick sense of satisfaction he sent a cold glare at one of the few officers standing outside the bar that wasn't drunk just before proceeding to put is cigarette out on the hood of the cop's car. He smirked before flipping the man off, and before the man could respond he was already inside. Another grin broke free when he realized just how many people he had to choose from.

Warrick was well on his way through narrowing down his choices when the door to the bar swung open, slamming shut again. His eyes turned to the disruption, and he immediately noticed the bulky officer standing just inside the door. Except it was the second man that quickly drew his full attention away from everyone else in the room.

His gaze trailed the man's moves, and he couldn't help but appreciate the clearly toned body that his uniform did nothing to hide. The confident strides and stance, along with the boyish good looks and cool attitude was enough to make his decision for him.

Only it was all too clear that he was still on duty- and if that was really the case then he wouldn't be getting drunk. Knowing he had to be cautious was one of the few things the Vegas PD had done to help him. After all it had only been after he'd chosen his first sober target that they'd started trying to find him. It was a mistake he'd sworn he'd never make twice. Except that the man standing across the room was something he couldn't deny.

A quick sense of satisfaction came quickly the moment he saw the older cop order two beers, and immediately confirming that they'd probably just finished their shift. He quickly shoved one into the other officer's hand. And suddenly Warrick's night was looking up.

The feeling didn't last too long though. His target was definitely observant, and the second their eyes had met he'd seen the obvious change in the other man's whole mood. Seeing the muscles tense, and those piercing dark eyes narrow ever so slightly in distrust was enough for him to call up the dirtiest, most suggestive smirk he could. Their eyes were locked for what felt like several minutes at least. Long enough for Warrick to make sure the officer knew exactly who he was undressing with his eyes, and what he wanted to do.

His prey immediately shifted, and Warrick grinned into his own drink when the officer broke eye contact, the other man shifting slightly in his seat. It didn't take much to notice that they both still knew he was staring, and the knowledge that the other man had to at least have some idea of what Warrick was thinking was more satisfying in and of itself than any of the other men he'd ever targeted. Of course the officer definitely had no idea what he'd be experiencing for the next several hours, but that was well beside the point.

Disappointment almost took over when his current object of affection slid out of the booth despite the loud protesting the already drunken men were offering. Using that as his chance he quickly made his way out of the bar, pausing only to smirk slightly when he realized he hadn't even paid for his beer.

He waited patiently out of sight, not moving until he saw the Texan push his own way out the door. The second it shut the loud shouts and hollers of those still inside was instantly gone, and Warrick held his breath, his eyes never leaving his prey. His eyes narrowed, following the man's movements in the dark parking lot. He followed at a safe distance, making sure to stay out of sight, not that it was hard considering that it was the middle of the night, and thanks to the heavy clouds overhead the moon wasn't visible.

His pulse was beating rapidly, and he could already feel the lust taking over. He'd broken more than his share of goodie two shoes, and he couldn't help but admit that he was losing patience.

It was the moment that he turned into the alley that Warrick's heart soared, knowing that he had all the luck he apparently needed. In an instant he was at the entrance of the alley, and he couldn't help but smirk as he watched the man untuck his shirt. Knowing that this was probably his best shot he broke out running, and by the time the sound of his rapidly approaching footsteps registered in the Texan's mind he was already being pushed down to the ground.

The cop immediately started struggling against him, and Warrick had to use every ounce of strength to finally get the man pinned with his arms to his side. He get his legs clenched tightly, excitement coursing through him each time he felt the man's arms strain against the legs that were straddling his back. Once he was certain that he wouldn't be caught off balance he forced his hand against the bottom of the square jaw, forcing it closed, while he used his other hand to free his belt from around his waist.

A second later and he had his belt wrapped tightly around the other man's head, and Warrick almost lost what control he had at the sound of his prey doing his best to breathe around the thick strap of leather in his mouth. The body beneath him immediately tensed when he slid his hand underneath it, and he smirked again when he felt the man's hips buck in protest. At the moment the only thing that could make any of it better would be if he could actually see the look in his prey's eyes.

It took him a few moments to free the pair of handcuffs from the officer's belt, and when he finally had them free he grinned in triumph before quick readjusting himself, and successfully cuffing the man's wrists behind his back. After that he quickly released the man's gun from its holster, and placed it carefully Leaning back, he settled down over the man's legs, and watched contentedly for a moment as the man struggled futilely to move. After a few moments more, curiosity overcame him, and he quickly slid his hand into the back pocket of the tight jeans. Another smirk formed at the shudder that coursed through the body beneath him, and he didn't waste much time before freeing the man's wallet from his jeans.

He let out a quiet snort, and wondered how the man could actually have a good picture on his driver's license. It almost looked like it could've been professionally done, and it definitely made him want to take this a lot further. His name quickly took in the information on the license and he placed the wallet into his own pocket before leaning forward and whispering, "You're all mine tonight Nicky."

Another shudder passed through the man beneath him that he'd finally put a name to. Without another word he hoisted Nick Stokes back up onto his feet, smirking at the sight of several dark smudges on the otherwise pretty clean uniform. He kept a tight grip on both the handcuffs and the back of the belt he'd turned into a gag. Making sure no one was around he quickly began to shove Nick towards his car. Without a second's hesitation he opened the trunk, and before Nick even had the chance to react he was already being forced into the cramped compartment.

Warrick took one more look at the wide brown eyes before he slammed the trunk back down, and even as he turned the key in the ignition, he knew that this wasn't the same as the others had been. Not that he was about to actually admit that little fact. With a slight sigh he sped off, before finally coming to the decision that it had simply been far too long since he'd had a good piece of meat to thoroughly enjoy.

It took nearly an hour to reach their destination, and he smiled in approval at the sight of the half finished building looming in the distance. The warm night air washed over him as he got out of the car. He quickly started towards the building, and he couldn't but smile in thanks that the money for whatever building it was meant to be had run out, leaving it unfinished and completely abandoned. And consequently the perfect place for him.

His eyes glanced out towards the otherwise open desert, before he headed 'inside' which more or less meant moving through a hole that would've been a door in the wall, and moving along the unfinished walls to his real destination. After a quick run through he was happy to find that everything was still in place, and more than ready.

There was definitely a gleam in his eyes when he went back to the trunk, and the second he opened it he let out a chuckle at the wide eyed face he was greeted with. He didn't waste any time roughly dragging Nick out of the trunk, and took slight satisfaction in the garbled protests as he slung the man up over his shoulder. A swift kick to his side made him growl, and he let Nick fall to the ground with a thud. Before his prey had the chance to realize what had just happened, Warrick was already busy tying the man's shoelaces together.

Finally satisfied with the five knots he'd tied, he quickly forced Nick onto his knees, and took the opportunity to swat the man's ass hard several times. The look on the man's face was priceless to Warrick, and he couldn't help but wonder if the man had ever been spanked before.

After another few hard smacks, he once more swung Nick up and over his shoulder before making his way inside the building once more. With a sense of satisfaction he quickly sat Nick down on a small stool, smiling contently when he noticed the slightest wince as the man was forced to sit on his somewhat sore ass. He quickly grabbed one of the longer lengths of rope that had also been left behind, and easily threw it up and over one of the beams that would've supported the building's roof. As soon as he had the other end in his hand once more, he carefully eased himself up, letting the rope hold him in midair for a minute before he determined that it was sturdy enough.

Warrick eased himself back down, and quickly went to work on the rope. Every few moments he'd glance back up into the dark orbs that were still staring wide-eyed at him, and he knew in an instant that Nick knew exactly what he was tying. When he finished, he held up the noose, and playfully ran the coarse rope along Nick's neck. Once he heard the man's breath hitch he slowly turned and moved to Nick's legs.

Seeing the confusion in the man's eyes made him want to just flip the man over so he could claim him right then and there, and it took a few moments for him to reign in his control. Not that it meant he was any more patient really, and he wasted no time tightening the noose around Nick's ankles. It wasn't until he started pulling the other end of the rope that understanding dawned in Nick's eyes as Warrick continued to pull, and with each tug on the rope Nick's legs moved further up into the air.

It didn't take long to get him hanging upside down, and Warrick did waste any time tying the free end of the rope around a thick wood beam as he listened to the muffled protests Nick was trying to let out around his gag.

He quickly grabbed his knife and moved closer towards the suspended man. Warrick kept a constant eye on Nick as he moved forward, standing so his crotch was practically in Nick's face and relishing the fact that the man was more concerned about what he was going to do with the knife. Thus, Nick was keeping his head tilted up, bringing it closer to Warrick's groin so he could see what was happening.

Smirk still in place, Warrick slowly cut the buttons of Nick's shirt off one by one, enjoying the nervous look in Nick's eyes as the buttons fell, hitting him in the face before landing on the floor. The sight of well built muscles, and the toned chest served to increase his need for release even further. His free hand ghosted over Nick's skin, before he roughly began to rub one of the nipples between his fingers until it slowly began to harden.

Deciding it was time to step things up he quickly pulled Nick's shoes free, and tossed them up over the wood beam that the rope suspending Nick was hanging from. He quickly tore both socks right off, not caring to look where he tossed them. The whole time he watched Nick's face out of the corner of his eye.

He quickly leaned forward, dragging his tongue roughly over the other nipple that he'd neglected before. The feeling of it growing harder than the other one had nearly made him groan, and he wasted no time pressing his lips firmly around the pert nipple and sucking hard. Nick immediately started to squirm, not that it had any effect on what was being done to him at the moment.

Seeing the sweat building on Nick's forehead, Warrick couldn't hold back any longer, and he immediately went for the fly of Nick's pants. It didn't take him long to get it undone; the sight of Nick's briefs the ultimate reward. Unable to hold back his lips latched onto the tight fabric, and feeling the half erect cock beneath the thin white fabric nearly forced a moan right out of him. He kept sucking, his lips and tongue working valiantly as he wrapped his lips around the ever growing erection.

He could almost taste the skin itself, even with the cotton fabric still in his way. The sudden moan that was came from Nick snapped him back to reality, and he barely had time to enjoy the sound he'd drawn from the man before his attention returned to Nick's crotch. The front of his briefs was soaked from Warrick's saliva, but his attention was more focused on the head of Nick's cock that was jutting out from beneath the tight briefs.

Unable to restrain himself he immediately backed a few feet away, and moved around Nick's body so he couldn't watch as he undressed himself as quickly as humanly possible. Just as quickly he was back, standing with his already leaking cock pressed against Nick's chin. His fingers found both of Nick's nipples and started rubbing them roughly, occasionally pinching and tugging at them while he rubbed his cock against Nick's jaw. He could feel himself already losing control of himself, and he inched back a bit before placing one hand firmly behind Nick's head, and wrapping the other firmly around his own cock.

Momentarily lost in the feeling of his hand running through impossibly soft hair, Warrick was once more brought back to reality by another moan, this time much louder coming from beneath him. His eyes went from Nick's erection, down to the man's face, and he was surprised to see both the nervousness and the sudden need that the now almost black orbs were filled with.

His breath nearly caught in his throat, and he couldn't entirely understand what it was about those eyes that made him so impossibly hard and needy himself. But before he even fully realized what was happening he could distantly feel his fist pumping his own cock, and moments later he was coming all over Nick's face. He was still hard, aching for more, but it was enough to help clear his head just the slightest bit as he remembered what his main goal truly was.

Using the knife he made quick work of Nick's pants, easily cutting through the fabric along his legs, before finally ripping them the rest of the way off. The briefs quickly followed suit, and he couldn't help but stare at the body suspended in front of him. Not wanting it to be over yet, he quickly searched around for the metal pipes that he'd found a few days earlier. Except that when his eyes landed on the baton still attached to Nick's belt made him change his mind immediately.

Warrick quickly unfastened the rope holding Nick up in the air, and almost laughed at the startled groan when the man's body hit the floor. The sight of the sweat soaked body now covered generously with dirt made him quickly move into action. Seconds later he was hauling Nick back up onto his feet and practically dragging him over to a small bench. He quickly removed the rope holding Nick's ankles together before securing both ankles to the legs of the bench. After a quick decision that he really didn't want Nick to be able to move, he also tied ropes connecting Nick's knees to the legs as he. Using a much longer rope he quickly wrapped it underneath the bench and up over Nick's back and arms several times, until he was almost certain the man couldn't move an inch.

He quickly grabbed the nightstick and as soon as he undid the belt still acting as a gag he forced it deep into Nick's mouth. Watching in complete satisfaction as Nick slowly started to suck on it. After a few moments of seeing Nick sucking on the baton he couldn't take it any longer, and quickly pulled it back out of Nick's mouth. Warrick immediately moved towards Nick's ass, before plunging it right in.

The resulting moan that brought from the Texan nearly made Warrick's knees buckle, and he couldn't stop himself from wondering how a simple sound could bring so much pleasure. His pause didn't last long, and he quickly started up a rapid pace, thrusting the nightstick almost as far into Nick's body as he could. Every time he thrust it inwards another moan broke free from Nick's mouth, until minutes later he was begging for Warrick to take him.

Unable to resist the heavy drawl Warrick complied almost immediately and as soon as the baton was out of his way he was forcing himself roughly into Nick's ass. He took a moment to let himself adjust to the sudden tight heat that was engulfing his cock before he started his own vigorous pace while his hands started to untie the rope around Nick's upper body. The second it was gone, Nick immediately started to shove back with each thrust of Warrick's body, forcing his dick even further into Nick's body.

Both men were moaning loudly, suddenly neither one caring about holding back, and Warrick grinned when his hand found Nick's leaking cock and he started fisting it roughly at the same pace that he was going. It didn't take much longer for them both to find their release. Nick's body immediately slumping forward.

Warrick stayed in place for a few moments more, wishing that the moment wasn't over. With a quiet sigh he pulled free, resigning himself to the fact that the best he'd ever had was now someone else's' for the taking. Because one of the things Vegas had taught him was that you can't choose the same person twice.

He didn't bother to clean Nick up before securing the gag back in place, and ignoring the sudden confused noises of the man still tied to the bench. He quickly wrapped a blindfold around Nick's eyes, before hauling him back out to the car, and deciding to let Nick lie on the back seat instead of in the trunk. Another thing he'd never done before.

It seemed to take no time at all to reach the bar, and Warrick didn't waste much time dragging Nick's slumped form back into the alley, glad that he had somehow fallen asleep. He quickly undid the gag, handcuffs, and finally the blindfold, leaving the cloth over Nick's groin.

And then he was gone.

***

He'd been unable to find anyone satisfactory for weeks. Unable to bring himself to go after anyone else, to do any of those things to another person, because the only thing he could see was Nick's body, he could almost hear Nick's voice still playing in his mind as he begged for Warrick to fuck him.

Warrick let out a quiet sigh before dropping his pants. His eyes focused on the bench and the ropes lying in little pools around it. He had Nick's underwear in his other hand, the feel of his now days old saliva serving to remind him even more of what he'd had. It didn't take him long to get his dick fully erect, and leaking, something that often happened just by thinking of Nick.

He was pumping his cock as hard as he could, and it was just when he was about to find his release that he felt the cold metal press to the back of his head.

"Thought I might find you here."

The sound of that unmistakable drawl nearly made his heart stop, and his breath catch in his throat. Seconds later he was being spun around, and his back pushed up against the wall.

The sight of Nick's eyes undid him completely, and even with the gun pointed to his chin he couldn't stop his hand's movements. "I guess you're more than ready for round two."

Nick's words didn't have time to register in his mind, because not even a second later powerful lips were crashing against his own, and his free hand immediately went to the back of Nick's head, letting his fingers course through the soft hair, as he deepened the kiss even further. He moaned into Nick's mouth the moment he came, and all he could think about at that moment was that maybe he didn't have to give Nick up after all.

The end