Title: Unfaithful
Author: Carina Scott
Author Email: carinascott06@gmail.com
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Category: Angst, Established Relationship
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Warrick/Gil, Other
Status of Story: Complete
Summary: He knew it was wrong, yet he couldn't stop.
Disclaimer: Please don't sue.
Spoilers: All Seasons
Warnings: partner betrayal
Author Notes: Please forgive me but the bunny was relentless. *hides* BTW, Gil will need cuddles after this one, and Warrick will need a smack upside the head.
Story Notes: The third party in this fic isn't completely innocent, he does know about Gil.

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Warrick knew what he was doing was wrong. More than that, he knew that if Gil ever found out it would kill him.

However, that knowledge couldn't make him stop. This addiction was more consuming than gambling, it seemed to take on a life of its own and Warrick felt helpless against it. Normally that would drive him crazy; he'd never liked things being beyond his control. But this time he welcomed it.

His luck would run out soon enough, he knew that from past experience. Had a feeling that it might happen sooner than he expected. He knew that he wouldn't be able to handle the consequences coming from his latest attrition, from this deep betrayal of trust.

Sighing as he pulled up in front of the familiar house, he turned off the car and made his way up the walk to the front door.

'Please, don't do this.' He heard Gil's voice whisper in his ear, although the words were never spoken. No, he could see the silent plea in the pained look Gil sent his way as he had left not fifteen minutes ago. Nevertheless, it hadn't prevented him from walking away.

Hadn't stopped him from coming here tonight.

Knocking quietly, he blinked away the memories and waited for the door to open.

"Hey."

"Hey," Warrick replied, almost shyly, as he was led into the semi-dark recesses of the house. He'd been here numerous times, could've walked through the entire house in complete darkness and never stumble, but he held the hand offered him tightly, allowing it to pull him deeper into his addiction. Searching for the oblivion that would eventually come, the surrender that would leave him incapable of finding his way out.

Looking into the chocolate brown orbs of his companion, he didn't resist as he was pushed back on the couch. Didn't protest when his companion straddled his lap. Surrendered control as his lips were taken in a passionate all consuming kiss.

"Nicky," he breathed, the rush and adrenaline he felt whenever they were together flowing through his veins, his orgasm catching him by surprise as he felt the warm wetness of his release through the denim of his jeans. Nicholas Stokes was his addiction, and it had taken almost losing him to realize that he couldn't do without him. He loved Gil, always would, but living without Nick wasn't an option.

He'd tried to fight it, tried to convince himself that Gil was enough; and for two years that had been working.

One night, one look, one touch, and all his work had unraveled.

'By the time you realize what you've given up, it'll be too late.'

He wanted to heed his Grams' familiar words, knew without a doubt that she was right, even if she hadn't been talking about this particular situation.

But he couldn't. Nick's pull was too strong and he didn't really want to fight it anymore.

His addiction to Nick reminded him of a California wildfire. Untamable, all-consuming, and destructive. And just like a wildfire, Warrick knew that before it was all said and done, lives would be irrevocably changed, friendships would lie in ruins, and the love he had shared with Gil would be a smoke damaged memory.

He knew what was on the line yet he couldn't stop. This addiction would be the death of him. He knew that much. But living without it would be Hell on earth.

THE END