Title: Silent Beauty
By: Read 300300
Gil/Nick
Warnings: Knifeplay, for sure. Could also make a case for BDSM, but it's so short that there's not much concrete proof.
Summary: That stare melted him, made him feel as though he was being dissected, cut open before the world to have his innermost secrets revealed...
A/N: Written a long time ago, and I just forgot to post it here. I was reminded of it when I saw a pic that knightmusic posted on grisskink. Whoops.

The quickening of his heart was outdone only by the flush that stained his cheeks every time that he saw those beautiful eyes, the ones that stared in earnest at everything that passed before them. That stare melted him, made him feel as though he was being dissected, cut open before the world to have his innermost secrets revealed to any and all of the sundry that happened to be standing around at the moment. Every time that he was near Grissom, the intensity of the look made him feel as though someone had taken a scalpel to his heart....

Was it wrong that he had gotten off to that image: one of the older man standing above him, hands reddened with Nick's own essence, sharp instruments in hand and a small half-smile gracing Gil's mouth as he leaned in and began making incisions in the soft flesh at the base of the younger man's neck?

Was it wrong that he was doing so now as well, when the image was not merely a product of his imagination but a reality so exquisite that Nick fought not to cry out as his orgasm hit, if only because it would mar the simple, silent beauty of the knife's intrusion into his tender flesh?