Title: Ten Times Greg Sanders Was Unexpectedly Kissed
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Various Others
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: PG-13
Table: Ten Things That .... Challenge, tv_universe
Author's Note: Stand-alone fic.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or any of the other characters mentioned, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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1. Greg gazed into Ryan's eyes, overcome by the emotions that were sweeping over him. Had he thought that Ryan was beautiful before? Now, here in Paris, the most romantic city in the world, his features limned by the moonlight, he looked even more gorgeous than ever. Greg couldn't take his eyes off his boyfriend.

Ryan was gazing at him as though seeing him for the first time; slowly, he raised a hand to stroke Greg's cheek, then bent close to capture the other man's lips with his own in a kiss that took Greg's breath away and made his knees weaken.

Suddenly, he couldn't wait to get back to their hotel room.

2. Nick leaned close to Greg on the couch, watching his boyfriend. Greg's gaze was focused on the movie they were watching; Nick wasn't really paying attention to it, as he was having a much more interesting time watching Greg. He'd already seen the movie, anyway.

How was he supposed to pay attention to a movie when Greg was sitting right there, looking so unbelievably gorgeous, his full lips more kissable than Nick had ever seen them looking?

Without warning, he raised a hand to turn Greg's face towards his own, and before the younger man could utter a protest, he pressed his lips to Greg's in a long, satisfying kiss.

3. "I wish all of this hadn't happened, Greg," Spencer said softly, running his hand through Greg's hair as they lay in bed. "It would be so much easier for you if you'd never met me. Then your life wouldn't have gotten turned upside down. I feel responsible."

Greg shook his head, lifting his head slightly from Spencer's shoulder to look up at him. "Don't you dare blame yourself," he said, his voice steady and firm. "It wasn't your fault. Not at all."

Spencer's gaze met Greg's, their eyes saying all that neither of them could put into words. Slowly, silently, he lowered his lips to Greg's, in a kiss that said all that words couldn't manage to convey.

4. "I'll be back later tonight," Mike told Greg, looking around the locker room to make sure that no one else was there. "If everything goes well, things will be looking up for us."

He hoped that they would be. All he wanted to do was to finally put his past behind him, so that he could look towards a new future, one that he would spend with Greg, loving him as he'd never expected to be able to love anyone after his life had been torn apart.

Mike brushed a gentle kiss against Greg's lips, a kiss that held out hope for the future, and contained all the love that was in his heart.

5. Don had never wanted to kiss anyone as badly as he wanted to kiss Greg at this moment. If it was just the two of them here in the lab, then he would do that, and to hell with anyone who might come in. It wasn't as though he didn't have the right to kiss his boyfriend, after all.

But they weren't alone. There were others here in the lab, and there were eyes all around. Eyes that would see, and tongues that would wag about what had been seen.

Oh, what the hell? He didn't care who saw them. It wasn't as though they had much time left to be together, and he wasn't going to waste it. Without another thought, Don pulled Greg into his arms, kissing him with a passion that he hadn't expected to let show in such a public place.

6. Carlos looked around at the few people who remained at the crime scene, wondering what they would think if he were to kiss Greg. Fin wasn't here, so she couldn't throw a fit -- and he wouldn't have cared if she had been there and see them kiss, anyway.

She was the past, and Greg was the present -- and the future. He didn't care who might happen to see the kiss. It was a declaration of all that Greg meant to him, a declaration of his intentions.

Leaning towards the young man, he kissed Greg long and hard, with a satisfying pressure that sent a flash of sensation all the way from his head to his toes.

7. "Hey, baby," Zeke murmured when Greg stepped into his office at the hospital. "I didn't expect to see you here this morning. You must have had a long night. You look tired."

"I did," Greg admitted as he moved towards where Zeke was sitting, taking his boyfriend's hands and pulling Zeke to his feet. "It was a really long night, and we saw some disturbing things at the crime scene were were at. I just needed to see you to put them out of my mind."

"Hopefully this will get your mind off those disturbing things," Zeke said softly as he leaned forward to kiss Greg, a kiss that quickly turned from gentle to passionate in only a few seconds.

8. "Will I always feel like this?" Greg asked Gil with a soft sigh, resting his head against his boyfriend's shoulder. "I hope not. I'm tired of feeling like I always have to look over my shoulder. I'm tired of being afraid to move ahead because of what happened in the past."

Gil shook his head, his voice firm and decisive when he spoke. "No, Greg, you won't always feel this way," he said, his voice very soft. He tilted Greg's face up to his own, gazing into those dark eyes. "I won't let you. You deserve better than to be haunted by the past."

To emphasize his words, he kissed Greg slowly, lightly, careful to keep the kiss gentle. There was no need to rush things; they had all the time in the world for kisses, and eventually, so much more.

9. "I kind of wish you didn't have to go play in that tournament," Greg told Danny, his voice sounding a little wistful. "I know I told you that you should, but now that you're going ...." He shook his head, smiling. "No, that's not true. This is your job. I want you to do what you love."

Danny moved towards Greg, pulling the other man into his arms and gazing into his eyes. "It won't be all that long, you know. And I'll come home on the weekends."

Greg nodded, raising a hand to press his fingers against Danny's lips, not saying a word. Danny lowered his head to press his mouth against Greg's, his arms tightening around his boyfriend's slender waist as the kiss intensified and they both stumbled to the couch, falling onto the soft cushions.

10. "I wish my ex wasn't coming to Hawaii on vacation," Greg grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets as he and Steve walked down the beach. "It's just going to cause a lot of problems that I'd rather not deal with. Why can't he just stay in Vegas and forget about me?"

"Because you're a hard guy to forget, Greg," Steve said softly, stopping in his tracks and turning to face Greg. "He's probably realizing what he gave up, and regretting it."

Steve slid his arms around Greg, pulling him close, raising one hand to brush the other man's hair back from his face before lowering his mouth to Greg's temptingly parted lips. He didn't care about Greg's ex at the moment; all he cared about was this moment, this kiss, the two of them together.

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