Title: Simple, Silent Beauty
By: Read 300300
Series: sequal to Silent Beauty
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Knifeplay. Can also make a case for BDSM.
Summary: "He had tried to ignore the way his heart pounded in his chest... There was, however, no way to ignore what he came home to. No way to ignore it ever again."
Dedicated to: the_minx_17 She so rocks, and she was so amazing to beta for me on ten seconds notice and then fix it so perfectly. Trust me, before her, the story was... off. Way off in tone for the first half of it. It was bad. Thank her for it being readable now!
Exhausted, Gil wearily climbed into his car after pulling one very long shift. The paper work pushed aside simply because of the fact that Nick was at home, waiting for him. It had been some time since they had really been able to sit down and just enjoy each other's company; Gil had promised to rectify that before Nick's day off was over.

Gil had expected that Nick would be watching a game or, more likely, had fallen asleep and the game was watching him. He also wouldn't have been surprised if his lover had started dinner. Instead, walking in, he found a decidedly empty front room.

He couldn't say that he was shocked by what he eventually found, not really, for he had come to learn in his many years that people were human and humans, by default, had desires. They had kinks; they had fetishes. He had his particular ones, and he'd played with various people time and time again. Yet, for some reason, he had never thought to wonder if Nick had any of his own.

From the way that Nick squirmed in anticipation when Gil held his wrists down on the bed, rendering him partially immobile, he figured he knew what at least one of Nick's kinks was. He didn't even know if Nick knew where his desires lay or how far Nick would want them played out.

Gil left things alone and never said anything. He tried to ignore the way his heart pounded in his chest when Nick unconsciously adopted a somewhat submissive attitude while they made love and the way that the younger man came so very quickly when the blue-eyed man gently restrained him.

There was, however, no way to ignore what he came home to. No way to ignore it ever again.

Setting his kit down on the coffee table, he had gone in search of his lover, eventually finding him in the back room. He had turned the door knob, his ears only vaguely picking up the low, breathy moan that came from inside the door. The images that his eyes picked up were much clearer; there lay Nick on the bed, his hard member in his left hand and a razorblade in his right. The bright flash of silver gleamed as the hand slid it gently across a pec, just barely touching the skin and nowhere near hard enough to pierce it.

Choking back his own moan and clenching his teeth at the sharp tinge of arousal that swept through his blood, Gil crossed the room slowly, his lust-darkened eyes taking in the sheen of sweat covering his lover. He knew the second that Nick saw him, nearly jumping out of his skin and dropping the blade to the dark sheet underneath him. Before he could do anything, however, Gil picked it up and fingered it, Nick's ever-increasing pants the only sound in the room. He noted the increase in the tempo of the shallow breaths as he moved the instrument the barest bit closer to the burnished skin that shuddered slightly. Lovingly, the older man brought the razor to sit against Nick's skin on his throat, near the slight hollow in between his collar bones.

The young man bit his lip to hold back a moan as he achingly arched into the light touch of the metal, silently begging for more. Gil pressed harder, seemingly unable to deny either his lover or himself the beauty of the moment; the first drop of blood welled up, shining brightly in various shades of crimson before trailing ever so slowly down the crease where Nick's neck met his shoulder.

Shuddering slightly, he pressed a little harder and dragged the cool, sharp silver nearly three inches before his lover's body was arched and tense beyond anything that he had ever seen. He moved back so that he could see the enthralling sight before him, watching, enraptured by the way that Nick's cock throbbed and jerked as he came- a perfect, violent counterpoint to the peaceful beauty of the blood dribbling down his throat.

He bit his own lip, knowing that he would never be able to withstand the temptation now that Nick was sprawled out in front of him, his chest heaving from the force of his orgasm and the perfect trails of crimson that were being wasted. Leaning over, he lapped lightly at the wound, feeling Nick's arms come up to encircle him as he tumbled into bed, to fasten him to that one spot as he himself came, the razorblade tossed somewhere on the floor.