Title: Crimes Against Self
Author: sly_fuck
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing/character: Warrick/Nick
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: Letting go is never a good idea.
Kink: Immobilization
Notes/Warnings: Un-beta'd. Written while I was ill and not thinking straight. *snerk* Thinking straight. *giggle* Anyway *cough* this was silent_flux So...hope it passes inspection, Babe.

Warrick twisted his torso and glanced up at the bindings on his wrists. He knew he'd wanted this and despite his initial reaction ("What, Rick? No way, man. I can't do that.") Nick had agreed to try it. His legs were similarly bound and he was completely naked. But he hadn't let go yet. Just having Nick tie him up had left him feeling like he'd been teased for hours already and they'd barely begun. And Warrick still couldn't let go, release his burden, whatever pop psych they were spewing out these days. He'd wanted to use the blindfold as well but Nick had drawn the line there.


"Rick, you sure about this?" Nick asked running nervous fingers over the bindings on his ankles. Warrick just nodded. Nick sighed and closed his eyes, tried to prepare himself. He knew this meant a lot to his lover, but ever since...the idea of not being able to move freely freaked him out. He shook himself and kneeled on the bed between Warrick's spread legs. Starting with his ankles, Nick began a slow, barely there motion. Working his way up. He stopped at Warrick's knees and rubbed his fingertips over the sensitive flesh on the back and working his entire hand up under Warrick's thighs.


Warrick groaned low in the back of his throat and tried to widen his legs and gasped when he couldn't. He could barely so much as twitch, let alone make any grand movement. He panted and licked his suddenly dry lips. This was heaven and hell all wrapped up and as long as Nick kept his hands on him he'd be fine. He managed to minutely thrust his hips downward, trying to get Nick to move.


Nick pulled one hand back and reached for the already opened tube of lubricant. He slicked his fingers, thought about it, and went ahead and slicked most of his hand. He worked his way up to straddle one thigh and slipped his slick-covered fingers behind Warrick's balls to rub over that sensitive place.


"Nicky, please."


"What do you want, Babe? You want my fingers inside you? In so deep you feel me for days." He slowly worked his first finger in past the knuckle and just rubbed, smirking at Warrick's choked off sob. "Or do you want something else...my mouth wrapped around your dick, sucking you deep and hard. Mmmmm, you always taste so good, it'd be so good." He put words to action and sucked the tip of Warrick's cock into his mouth before releasing him with a pop. "But no...that's not the point of this, is it? You need to just feel what I do to you. While I do whatever I want to you. Don't you? No control here. No action for you to take. All you can do is lay back and take it." He added a second and then a third finger in rapid succession and grinned fiercely when Warrick yelled his name.


Nick was killing him, slowly. And it was so fucking good. It was all Warrick could do not to scream out to the heavens how good it was. He needed more though. He needed that little bite of pain to go with all the pleasure coursing through his system. Overdosing him on the good stuff and letting him crash on the best.


Nick smiled again and thought to himself, this wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Warrick was obviously loving every minute of it. And if Nick was honest he was too. He was enjoying the ability to give without Warrick feeling the need to take over, take control, make him feel good. It seemed more and more often since the grave Warrick felt the need to take care of Nick. To make sure Nick was safe and happy and loved. And Nick appreciated it, but he'd craved giving back. Now he could.


Nick thought about adding a fourth finger as he rubbed his own erection absently against Warrick's thigh, but decided against it when Warrick cursed and demanded. Nick laughed and pulled his fingers away, adding the left over slick on his hand to his pre-come covered cock. Once he was satisfied he wouldn't hurt Warrick, he moved into position and slide home in one long, gliding thrust that the both of them groaning.


"How's that, Rick? Wanna tell me how good it is...or should I make you stay quiet...the only thing I should hear from you are those little noises you make when you're getting it good and hard and deep. I love those noises. Or is there something else you need from me?" He asked the last at the look on his lover's face.

"Come on, Nick, please, you know I want it. Just a little." Warrick refused to admit the possibility of a whine in his voice. He needed more. He just didn't know how much more he could take. Nick nodded and leaned down deliberately slow in his movements. He traced the outline of muscle across the chiseled chest and circled a nipple...before biting down hard. Warrick fought against his bindings, trying desperately to arch up and into the wonderful/awful/too much/too there sensation. He bit his lower so hard he tasted blood and came, spurting all over the both of them. Nick continued chewing at the nipple under his lips and finger fucked Warrick until he stopped twitching around his fingers and lay panting harshly.


Warrick tossed his head back and forth on the pillow, trying and failing to get actualy words to come out of his own mouth. Nick pulled back, still pumping his softening cock in and out in that slow, deep pace that was driving Warrick insane, he was sure. Warrick finally managed a weak, 'Stop,' and Nick froze, leaning down and gently kissing his lover. They exchanged slow, deep, wet kisses for a while before...


"Aren't you going to..." Warrick trailed off and swore he wasn't blushing, not after that.


"Already did, Babe." Warrick knew he'd be teased for days for being so far gone hthat he'd missed Nick's orgasm. "Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?" Nick asked chuckling under his breath as Warrick's blush deepened. He gently untied his lover and went about cleaning the both of them. By the time he was back from the bathroom Warrick had passed out, blissed out look still firmly in place. Nick turned lights out and crawled under the covers next to him. He smiled wickedly and began planing the next round of fun. After all, they had the day off tomorrow too...

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