Title: Sessik
By: cassie_jamie
Disclaimer: I don't own them. No matter how much I'd like to.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Horatio/Eric
Author's Note: This is the cute little sequel to Kisses. My cousins did the majority of this, I just threw in stuff where I thought it best belonged. So really, the credit should go to Jamie and AJ. Happy reading.

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Horatio's sitting in the Q.D. lab, the journal pages on the table and his hands in their customary place.

Speedle told me what had happened at the meth junkies' house. His sudden alertness when our fellow CSI mentioned the name `Tinman'. It took everything in me to not burst out right there, to not tell my coworkers that Horatio was staring at his brother's past.

And my lover definitely doesn't like what may be staring back at him.

"I know you're standing there." He calls out, and looks up.

Going in, I see he's holding back tears, "What to go out for a drink?" I ask, because I know he'll say no and I can maybe, *maybe* get something from him...somehow.

"Not really." He rubs his eyes. Tries to hide the soft tears I know are sneaking down his face.

"Horatio..." I manage to get his gaze, "Let's go home."

"In a few minutes. I just have something else to do."

"Ray was a good cop playing a dirty one. You've said it yourself so many times... to his son, too. And you can't really trust what a junkie says when they're on tina."

He's looking at me with skepticism now and opens his mouth, pink and warm, "I know that. But everything is telling me that my brother may have been what people are telling me he was. I didn't want to even think about that possibility." He blinks, "Now, I've got people he knew, who were there, telling me that Raymond did..." He trails off, his face turns to the floor and sighs.

Instinctively, I go to him and I wrap my arms around his torso, wrap my arms around his soul. He sags against me somewhat, and I know he's tired. This information is draining him.

"He really did drugs, Eric. He looked me in the eye and fucking lied to me and to Yelena." He chokes out.

H's compassion and faith in people is something that makes him so definitely human. So vulnerable because he likes to think promises are like contracts. And I understand his heart is breaking.

Because Ray just couldn't tell his brother he was doing something he shouldn't.

Worse, I know Horatio's going to flip through his memories and find every instance that the younger Caine displayed any indication he was using. And the redhead I am currently holding will blame himself for not noticing them.

He shifts, pulling back and stares at me, his eyes latching onto my own. He tilts his head and thoroughly throws caution to the wind... he catches my lips, suckles at my tongue. He kisses me hard, than harder, until I'm backed against the far wall where people can't see us through the glass. Or so we hope.

Only when the need for air is great does he remove himself and I realize the wetness on my face, the tremble of bodies was not made by me, but by him with fears and tears.

"I love you." He lisps out, and I can see what he's really saying.

"I'll never do drugs, okay? And if you ever think I am, call me on it." I make sure he hears me.

Those blue pools I get lost in on a regular basis sparkle a little more than they did when I first arrived. Horatio laughs and my heart lifts a little higher.

He comes in again and this time I kiss him back more aggressively, my hands fall immediately to his waist and find their usual spot resting lightly against his hips.

"I wish Ray could've met you." He whispers, slipping a hand under my shirt to rubs circles into my belly, "He'd have liked you."

"Did he..." I've been dying to ask, to know if Ray knew his brother better than H knew him.

"He knew. Lena does too." He smiles blithely, a tiny bit morosely, "Home. Bed."

"'s fine with me." This time I reach up for him, bite his lower lip before I pull him completely. The hand stills, and I writhe until he re-starts his ministrations.

"Really now. Y'all are gonna attract attention if you don't stop making out in the lab." Calleigh's sudden teasing forces us apart.

"Oh, but it's more fun like this. The thrill of getting caught." I reply once he backs away, but what a picture he presents. His hair is tousled, his shirt is disheveled, his lips are kiss-swollen, and his eyes are tinged a near-red.

"Consider yourselves caught." She grins delicately, "Tim and I were going out for a drink. You're both welcome to join us."

He looks at me, and I nod at him, "Another night. I just want to go home and go to sleep." He smoothes out the wrinkles of his silk suit.

"Sure, sleep. I'll see you boys tomorrow. Now, hurry and get out of here." And then she's gone, laughing.

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Crashing through the door, he's already pulling off his jacket. My mouth is on his, ravishing each others' and he's running hands on my sides. H presses me against the hallway wall, the solid length of his body holding me in place.

I'm divested of my shirt, my pants, before he lets me finally fit hands between our chests. He's in his favorite shirt, so I happily untuck it and *carefully* unbutton the top. It falls away, leaving his thin undershirt as a cover, but I leave it for now. I move on to his trousers.

Some nights he wears pajamas to bed. Because he knows how much I like undressing him, seeing him like it's the first time all over again. What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic.

I've gotten him out of almost everything and we stand here, clad in boxers and he with his wife-beater as well. But I see the tense muscle and the slight shake of his shoulders.

"Horatio. Come on." I take his hand and lead him to what is now quite our bedroom. He lays down without preamble, and snuggles underneath the flannel blanket while the AC spews out more cold air.

Climbing in beside him, he looks at me, eyes still saucer-huge with lust, "I'm sorry. I just can't stop thinking about Ray."

"No apologies." He rolls to his side, lays an arm around my chest. I contain a laugh of irony that a week ago it was he who was trying to convince me I'd done nothing wrong. Now I'm trying so hard to get him to relax.

Another kiss and he blinks back sleep. I blow a puff of air across his cheek and he gives me the first genuine smile of the day, "Not tired."

"Really? Coulda fooled me." Caress his cheek and gather him to me. Peck of lips to his forehead, and he's out like a light, the stunning realization that Ray wasn't all he seemed packed away for now, to be dealt with at a different time.

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