Title: Succumbing To Sanders' Seduction
Author: T'Lin ( LinkyS@svpress.us )
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Triad: Gil/Jim/Greg
Rating: NC-17 (FRAO)
Summary: Greg sets out to seduce the two men in his life.
A/N: Part of my alternate reality where Grissom and Greg are vampires...and Brass knows.
For the lj "threesome_fics" Threesome Week I've chosen to write CSI:Las Vegas, Gil/Jim/Greg, and my prompts are the Actions group, slightly out of order.
50-Kiss 51-Hug 52-Caress 53-Snuggle 54-Massage 55-Touch 56-Lick
I'm also using this story for my lj "csi_triads" challenge, promt #074-seduction
My Chart

***Touch***

I've always been a 'touchy-feely' sort of guy. A pat on a back, a hand on a shoulder or arm while in conversation...I just do that sort of thing automatically. I've always found that my own 'personal boundaries' were practically non-existent, and I'm continuously stepping inside those of everyone else. Sometimes this bothers people, and they instinctively step away...I try not to let it bother me.

Grissom has boundary issues...always has. It's a bit of a 'self-preservation' issue with him. As he explained to me, the physical contact intensifies his perception of the pulse...and that's not always a good thing when at a bloody crime scene...kinda makes the fangs bud, if you get my drift.

But since he saved my life, so to speak, after the explosion, I find that he doesn't mind my touch...it's as if he knows now that I need it, and in a way, it comforts us both. And besides, I'm like him now...no pulse to be a distraction.

And he also doesn't mind Jim's touch. Now, admittedly, they are pretty 'hands-off' while on the job...well, at least they were, before Jim got shot. But that was more to keep their relationship secret. and they were very successful at it...even when I made a move on Jim, and he turned me down, I still had no idea he was involved with Grissom.

But it was a good boost to my ego to learn that that was the reason he turned me down...not that he wasn't interested in me, or even that he thought I was too young, which is what he told me at the time. And knowing that even though he's in a relationship with Grissom, he still finds me attractive, and desirable...well, it warms my heart, so to speak.

These past few months, while Jim has been recuperating, have been...well, amazing, in a way. After all, I've been attracted to both of these men practically since the day I started working for CSI. But I was just a shy kid back then...in awe of Grissom, and...well, Jim was our boss.

It wasn't until after Jim went back to Homicide, and Grissom took over the lab, that I made my move on Jim. And when he turned me down, I had to be content with my fantasy world...after all, I was still in awe of Grissom, and now he was my boss...seduction was definitely out of the question.

***Massage***

It had been a long night. A triple homicide which looks to be the work of a teen...the only surviving member of the family. Not an easy case at the best of times, but on your first night back to full duty...it was a bitch. Jim looked exhausted, and I knew it was only an act of sheer willpower that kept him on his feet.

Grissom had some paperwork that needed to be finished up before he could come home, so he instructed me to make sure Jim had something to eat before he went to bed. I whipped up a simple omelet, while he took a quick shower...and I swear, he ate it in his sleep.

But once he was done, he surprised me by asking if I could give him a massage. He explained that he felt a little stiff, and he knew if he went to bed with his shoulders and back so tight, he'd be even worse when he woke.

I was more than happy to oblige him. I told him to go and get ready, while I took a quick shower to get rid of the stink of the crime-scene that seemed to cling to my skin. I was quick, and after slipping on a pair of baggy sweatpants, I went into Jim and Gil's bedroom, where I found Jim lying on his stomach, the sheet just barely covering his ass.

By now, it was obvious to me that Jim knew exactly what this kind of display would do to me...and I know he enjoyed the playful flirtation we had been engaged in as much as I did...but I'd never been able to get him to go any further than the flirtation.

Not that he wasn't interested, because he was...but there was Grissom. Jim and I had talked about the options...and we came to the conclusion that the only way that the two of us could ever be together was if we could convince Grissom to join us. A triad.

Just the thought of it made me hard...and I knew it aroused Jim, as well. The trick was going to be convincing Grissom. From what Jim had told me, the idea of a three-way wasn't the issue...in his long life, Grissom had undoubtedly had his share of unusual and exotic sexual experiences. The problem was going to be to convince him that I was not a child...and more importantly, I was not his child, even though, vampiricly, I was.

But Grissom wasn't here right now, and Jim was...naked on the bed, and waiting for me to give him a massage. I straddled his hips, and poured a small amount of oil into my hands to warm it before I began to work his stiff muscles. I started at his lower back, my thumbs pressing firmly along his spine, slowly moving up his back.

I knew it was impossible to hide my arousal from him in this position, and every small moan and groan he made, as I manipulated his muscles, seemed to go right to my groin, making me ache with need. But it was the sound that came from the doorway that made me suddenly stop, and turn.

Grissom stood there, obviously aroused by what he was seeing. I smiled, and told him that, if he wanted a massage, he'd better hurry and get in the shower...I'd be done with Jim in a few minutes. He didn't say a word, but crossed the room to get into the bathroom quickly, and within seconds, I could hear the water running.

Jim whispered to me that this was my chance, and I agreed...I bent down and gently kissed him, just as I heard the water shut off. A minute later, Gil walked out, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. With his hair damp and mussed, he was so damned sexy!

As he walked toward the bed, I got up, and Jim rolled onto his side, facing Gil. I smiled as I heard him say that I had magic fingers, and the heat in Gil's eyes as he looked at me, and replied that he needed a bit of magic after this case...well, it made me melt just a bit more.

When he dropped the towel, I got my first good look at him...a look that matched my wildest fantasies very nicely, thankyouverymuch! He stood there for just a moment, before lying on his stomach beside Jim...leaving just enough space between them for my leg when I straddled his hips.

Suddenly, I felt very over-dressed in my sweatpants, but in a way, I didn't mind. I poured some oil in my hand, and warmed it as I had done for Jim, then began to massage Gil.

***Caress***

I could feel the tension slowly leaving Gil's body, as I manipulated the muscles in his back. And with each gasp and moan that issued from his throat, I became more aroused. As I leaned forward, to work the muscles in his shoulders and neck, my hard cock pressed against the crack of his ass...and then Jim's hand caressed up my thigh...I was so hard, I don't know how I managed not to come in my pants like a teenager.

I was practically lying on Gil's back as I whispered in his ear that I wanted him...and Jim. That I needed them both, right now...and then I felt Jim's hands lightly run up my legs, and slip under the elastic of my sweats and pull them down. Somehow, I lifted myself up off of Gil enough that Jim could pull them down to my knees, and then I was flesh to flesh with Gil, and we both moaned.

Jim's caresses were driving me wild, as I felt Gil move slightly beneath me, then he told me to take him, and held up a tube of lube. We shifted positions slightly, so that Gil was up on his knees, and I was able to slip a couple of well-lubed fingers into him in preparation.

I positioned myself, and slid in slowly, trying desperately to prolong the inevitable for as long as possible. I paused to compose myself for a moment once I was fully sheathed, then slowly pulled out part way. As I was about to thrust back in, I felt Jim's hands on me once again, and I gasped as his finger slid into my ass. I thrust, as a second finger joined the first, and I knew then that I wanted him to fuck me as I fucked Gil.

Jim didn't need coaching, either...he knew exactly what I needed, and didn't hesitate a moment. As he slid his hard cock into me, I thrust once more into Gil, and came explosively, as I sank my teeth into his neck. The taste of Gil's blood in my mouth as Jim continued to thrust, sent ripples of pleasure through me...and I could sense the orgasmic pleasure Gil was experiencing, both from the fucking, and the bite...and when Jim came, I knew this would not be a one-time experience.

***Snuggle***

Sated at last, we collapsed in a heap of intertwined arms and legs in the middle of the bed, too exhausted to get up and clean ourselves off. Instead, we snuggled together, indifferent to the stickiness of sweat and massage oil covering our bodies, and the byproducts of sex that we were lying in.

And at that moment, I was the happiest I had ever been...safely wrapped in the arms of the two men I loved most in this world, and grateful that I had succeeded in seducing them both.

***Kiss***

I woke slowly, as soft lips kissed a line down my stomach, toward my groin...filling me with a heat I hadn't felt in a very long time. I kept my eyes closed, taking a moment to decide who was doing the kissing...but it wasn't hard to figure out. Gil's beard gave him away.

When I finally opened my eyes, he asked me how long I had been planning my seduction...and before I could answer, he assured me that he wasn't upset about it, just a little surprised.

I was about to tell him that I had been pining for him since the day I met him, but Jim came in the room just then, and answered for me. He told Gil about our long talks, while he was recovering...about our agreement that the only option was to become a triad, if Gil was open to that. And after last night, we all agreed that it seemed like a good idea.

I'm not entirely sure who kissed who first...but all three of us eventually got in on the act...and we didn't stop at just a kiss.

***Hug***

None of us had gotten much sleep that day. Now, for Gil and me, that wasn't much of a problem. We didn't require much sleep, after all, and gained strength at night, no matter what...and since we both fed well before going into work, we would be fine throughout the night.

But Jim looked just as tired this evening as he had when we got home earlier this morning.

We tried to talk him into taking the night off, but he would have none of it...as he said, he'd only been back to work, full time, one night, and if he called in asking for the night off, well, they may find him unfit for duty...and that was far from the truth of the matter.

I agreed with his reasoning right away...but as always, Gil was a bit more difficult to convince. In the end, we made sure he had a hearty breakfast, and lots of coffee...and sent him on his way to the precinct with a hug, torn between the desire to see him during the night, or not. After all, if we saw him, that would mean that someone got murdered...and as much as I wanted to see Jim during the next eight hours, I didn't want to do it over a dead body.

***Lick***

It had been a mercilessly quiet shift. No murders, so I never saw Jim all shift, but that was OK...he called once to let me know he missed us, and to let us know that he would be a little late getting home because one of the detectives at the precinct was going on maternity leave, and they were all going out for breakfast.

I passed the message on to Gil, who smiled, although he seemed a little disappointed...then told me to go on home. He had some paperwork to finish up, and would be home shortly. I hesitated...after all, I had never gone to Grissom's place without Jim being there...and there must have been something in the look of my face that showed my sudden uncertainty, because Grissom smiled, and said that he expected me to be in bed, ready for a massage of my own, when he got there.

He promised he wouldn't be too long. So I went home, took a shower, and got into bed...lying on my stomach, naked as a jay-bird, and already hard as a rock in anticipation.

I gasped as a hot, wet tongue licked my neck, just below my ear, then sharp teeth nipped at my earlobe. I opened my eyes, and was about to turn my head when he whispered not to move...and then...ah! I felt another hot, wet tongue circling the tight pucker of my ass, and I moaned.

They were both here, teasing me mercilessly with their tongues...and my cock ached to be included in the licking and sucking that was going on. I begged for one of them to suck me, and I heard a soft chuckle from Gil, as he lifted my hips so that I was on my knees. Jim was still giving me a rim-job as Gil slid beneath me, holding my cock in his hand, as he ran his tongue around the head, and gently sucked a small amount of me onto his mouth.

I wanted him to deep throat me, but I knew there was danger in that...after all, his fangs were sharp if they had budded...and I knew they had. Sex did that to us, after all. But I thrust towards his mouth, regardless of the danger...somehow, it only added to my arousal.

But he pulled away, telling me he didn't want to hurt me. And just then, Jim stopped rimming me, and I moaned...but after a moment, the bed shifted, and suddenly, I felt a hot mouth close over me, sucking me in deep...then releasing me so that the tongue could swirl around the head in maddeningly arousing circles before sucking me in deeply again.

When Gil started rimming me, I came hard...

Sated, I lay back down on my stomach, with Gil snuggled up to me on one side, and Jim on the other...once again grateful that we were all together. As I fell asleep, I was thinking of ways to make both of my men glad that they succumbed to my seduction...and I smiled.

~the end~