Title: Be My Eternal Valentine
From the Smut Tales
Author: Mara
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Warrick/Gil
Summary: Life keeps messing up Warrick and Gil's Valentine's Day plans. This takes place shortly after Ghostly Admirer.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
It was the second week in February and Christmas was long forgotten. Spring still seemed a million miles away, but Valentines Day was just around the corner. Gil smiled to himself. Valentines Day - he'd never given it much thought before, but now he couldn't think of anything else. It had been a year and a few months, since he and Warrick had gotten together. They had set up house together a little before Halloween. Gil still couldn't quite believe that he and Warrick were actually living together. Although, the house had proved to be a challenge - at first. Gil didn't believe in ghosts, but all that changed - after they'd moved in. Their house was definitely haunted, but the entity finally learned to behave itself - after being yelled at numerous times, by Warrick. In fact, the spirit was even helpful, but it could be extremely annoying at times too. Gil found it funny - that Warrick wasn't the least bit afraid of it and had no compunction about screaming obscenities at the meddling ghost. This meddling was the reason, Gil was thinking so much about Valentines Day. The spirit or Casper, as Warrick liked to call it, had been leaving subtle hints around the house. Hints - that Gil needed to do something special for Warrick on Valentines day. Gil thought, 'Not a problem - I'm definitely going to do something special for the love of my life.'

Gil was brought out of his musings by a knock on his office door. He looked up and waved Catherine in. She didn't look happy. Stress was clearly etched on her beautiful face. Gil thought that this really wasn't a good look for her.

"What's wrong, Catherine? You look like hell."

"Thanks a lot. I just got some bad news. Sam is going in for surgery. They have to remove a tumor. They found it on his last trip to the Doctor‘s."

"Oh, I'm sorry. What can I do to help? You just name it and you've got it."

"Thanks. I'm sorry to have to ask, but they've scheduled the surgery on February fourteenth. I need to be at the hospital with him. Lindsay and I are all he has now. I know you had something special planned for Warrick, but I won't be able to cover the shift that night."

"Don't worry about it, Cath. You just take care of Sam. I'll cover the shift. Warrick will understand. We can celebrate another day. Keep me posted and if you need more time off - just let me know, Ok?"

"Thanks, Gil. I appreciate this and I'll return the favor someday. I'll let you know how everything goes. See ya later"

"Good luck."

After she left, Gil paged Warrick to his office - to break the news. He felt sorry for Catherine and wished he could do something else to ease her worries, but time off would probably help better than anything. She could spend some time with Sam. There was no love loss between him and Sam, but he still felt bad for Catherine.


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Warrick had just finished processing the evidence on the Rollins case - when he got the page from his lover man. It was a welcome relief. Warrick was feeling a bit needy at the moment. This case had been a nightmare. The scum bag, Rollins had murdered his wife and tried to pin it on his mentally unstable brother. It was Warrick's hard work and diligence that finally broke the case, but the evidence processing had been long and tedious. It had mentally and physically drained Warrick, but the man was still happy. The police were on their way to Rollin's house with an arrest warrant and his poor brother would be released into the custody of his aunt. All in all, it was a job well done.

Warrick took off to Gil's office for some much needed TLC, but when he arrived he realized that was not going to happen. Gil didn't look like he was in the mood to give TLC. In fact, he looked like he needed some himself. Warrick always knew when Gil was upset and this time was no different.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"We've got a problem. Catherine was just here and gave me some bad news. Sam is going in for surgery and she wants to be with him.

"Damn! That's too bad. I wished Cath had told me. Is he going to be ok?"

"I think so and I hope so, for Catherine‘s sake. He's got to have a tumor removed. The surgery is scheduled for February fourteenth and Cath needs to be at the hospital. I'm going to have to work Valentines Day. I was planning on surprising you with a night or two, at our favorite hotel. I was going to take my two days off together and pamper you for a couple of nights. I had a whole romantic scenario going, but now I'm stuck here. I don't know how long Catherine's going to need off. She may have to help with Sam's recovery."

"Thanks, baby. It sounds wonderful and after this last case - I really need some pampering, but it can wait. Catherine needs our support right now. She needs to be able to focus solely on Sam. We'll survive and then we can celebrate later. I had some plans of my own and I'm not about to give them up. Postpone them, yes. Give them up, no. Don't look so heartbroken. I think we should start celebrating early. You got much left to do here?"

"I've got to finish up a few things. It should only take an hour or so."

"Good. I'm going to head out, but I'll wait up for you. I'm too wound up to sleep anyway. I need to work off some of this nervous energy. I'm hoping you can help me with that."

"I believe I can. I'll see ya at home."

"Oh, yeah and please hurry, baby," Warrick said with a teasing wink at his lover as he left."

Gil couldn't help but smirk. He was really in for it now. Damn, he could hardly wait.


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Warrick exited the building and made his way to his vehicle. He had just hit the alarm and put the key in the lock - when he was blind sided. Something large slammed into him and he was knocked to the ground. It happened so fast - there was no time to react. Warrick was being pummeled with fists, as an outraged man screamed at him.

"You mother-fucker! This is all your fault! That bitch had it coming! She was screwing everything that moved! I would've got away with it too - if you hadn't interfered! My idiot brother would've taken the fall and not even known the difference! I'm gonna make you pay! I'm gonna fuckin kill you. You stupid mother-fucker!"

"At this point, Warrick had started to struggle. He managed to get in a shot to Rollin's jaw, but it wasn't very effective. Warrick was still pinned on the ground, underneath the man and his head was starting to spin from the repeated blows. Warrick had been caught completely off guard and the adrenalin pushing the enraged man was quickly overwhelming him.

Warrick finally heard shouts and sirens coming from somewhere behind him and the man on top of him was suddenly knocked off. When Warrick looked up he saw that Nick had tackled the guy and was now wailing on Rollins. Nick had to be pulled off forcefully, by Brass and three other officers. Rollins was promptly handcuffed and led away.

Nick returned to Warrick's side and was kneeling in front of him. He was stroking the side of his face and whispering words of comfort to the prone man. Warrick shook himself out of his fog and started asking questions. He directed his questions at Brass - who was now kneeling in front of him too.

"What the fuck just happened? I thought you had Rollins in custody. How the hell did he get away from you?"

"Shush, Rick. Don't try to talk. It's ok. Paramedics are on their way."

"Yeah, babe. Everything's going to be all right. I won't let anything happen to you."

"Stop fussing! I'm fine and I don't need paramedics. I'm not hurt that bad. I'm just dazed. It all happened so fast. Is someone going to tell me what the fuck happened?"

"I'm sorry, Rick. Rollins was in his car when we pulled up. He spotted us and peeled out of his driveway. We gave chase, but we lost him temporarily. The police chopper picked him up and it led us here, but by the time we arrived, that maniac had you on the ground. Then Nick saw what was happening and came running. He reached you first."

"Yeah, I saw the guy beatin on ya and all I could think was that I really needed to kill that son of bitch. I would've too, if Brass hadn't stopped me." Nick gave Jim an irritated glance. Jim just smirked at him.

"I kept your ass form being suspended, Nick. So, don't be given me the evil eye. Hey, move over. The paramedics are here."

"I told you - I don't need them. I'm fine."

"Humor me, Rick."

"Yeah, humor him."

"You two are really fuckin irritating."


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The paramedics checked over a shaky Warrick and deemed him - just a little banged up. They released him and told him to take it easy for a few days. Nick was still hovering next to Warrick, rubbing his back and holding his hand - when Gil finally arrived on the scene. He pushed all others out of the way to get to him, including Brass. However, Nick refused to budge - which earned him a glare from Gil.

Gil took up residence on the other side of Warrick, grabbing his free hand in the process. He pulled Warrick into a tight embrace, effectively hauling the poor man out of Nick's grasp. Warrick was starting to feel like a yo-yo and removed himself from both men. He turned around and glared at them before growling, "I think I've been mauled enough for one night."

Gil looked stunned and Nick looked hurt. So, Warrick conceded. "I'm sorry. That didn't come out right. I just wasn't expecting to get my ass kicked in the parking lot. I guess I'm still a bit jumpy and my poor body is sore as hell."

"I'm so sorry. God, you must be in a lot of pain. I just wasn't thinking. I was so worried. What did the paramedics say? I see they didn't take you to the hospital."

"Nah, man. It ain't bad enough for that. They told me to take it easy for a few days. All I need is some rest."

"Ok, lets get out of here. I'm driving. So, don't give me any shit."

"I'm not going to give you any arguments, trust me. I'm more that ready to go home, take some pain killers and hit the sack."

‘Take it easy, Rick. If you need anything - just give me a holler."

"Thanks, Jim. And by the way, nice tackle, Nick. You come in pretty handy sometimes."

"Glad I could be of service. Now, go home and get some rest."

"You don't have to tell me twice. Later, bro."

"Later."

Gil ushered Warrick into the passenger seat of his Tahoe and then headed for home. Warrick was looking forward to a hot shower and a dose of Motrin. His whole body ached, but the longer they drove, the more Warrick suspected - that all was not well. Gil was exceedingly quiet and he hadn't looked at Warrick, since they began the drive home. Warrick finally broke the silence. "What's wrong, Gil?"

"What… oh, nothing. I was just really scared. You could have been seriously injured. I just wish I'd been there for you."

"Babe, there was nothing you could've done. The guy was nuts. No one would've expected him to attack me at work. It was just a fluke. Don't beat yourself up about this. It ain't that big a deal. Rollins is locked up now and he's not going to hurt anybody else."

"I know, but I'm still upset. If I had left with you - this might not have happened."

"Yeah, then we'd both have gotten our asses kicked. I'm glad you weren't there. I don't think I could stand to see you get hurt. Besides, Nick took care of the asshole. I'll bet Rollins is gonna be pretty sore too. Nick wailed on his ass. It was great."

"Yes, I'm glad Nick was there to protect you. He's always there for you. He's kind of like a knight in shining armor."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, I'm sorry. I'm really grateful Nick was there, but it should've been me."

"Man, we don't have any control over that. Shit happens."

"You're right," but Warrick could tell that this was not the end of it. Something was irritating his lover and Warrick knew if Gil didn't get it all out, he'd eventually explode. But, Warrick was to tired to press the issue. All he wanted right now was sleep. So, when they arrived at home, Warrick made his way to the bathroom, stripped and pushed himself under the hot spray of the shower.

Warrick felt a little more human, after his shower. Now, all he needed was the pain killers. He tossed back two of his prescription Motrin and went back into the bedroom. Gil was pacing back and forth in front of the bed. This was not a good sign. Warrick sighed, "What's the matter? I'm gonna be just fine. Please, stop worrying."

"I'm sorry. I'm just not used to this kind of situation. Although, Nick seemed to handle it pretty well. He knew exactly what to do to comfort you and I didn't have a clue."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh, I don't know. You tell me?"

"Huh?"

"Nick was pretty concerned. In fact, he was all over you. I thought, at any moment, he might try to ravish you - right there in the back of the ambulance. Funny, I didn't see you trying to push him away, either. If looks could FUCK - you'd have been his for the taking."

Warrick Brown had a temper. It was well known. He hadn't lost his temper too many times with Gil, but it had happened once or twice. Right now, Warrick was seeing red and there was no way in hell, he could control it. Gil was still pacing, until he felt himself being swung around by the front of his shirt. He was now facing a very angry Warrick.

"What the FUCK… is wrong with you!! HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MIND. YOU THINK I'M FUCKING NICK! YOU THINK I'M CHEATING ON YOU WITH MY BEST FRIEND! Well, if that's what you think of me - I guess there's no hope for us!"

Warrick let go of Gil and stormed back into the bathroom. He hastily pulled on some sweat pants and a t-shirt. When he came back out, Gil had a horror stricken look on his face and Warrick thought, ‘Good, it serves him right.'

Warrick had calmed a bit, but he was still pissed. He put on his shoes and picked up Gil's keys off the nightstand. He grabbed his jacket off the chair and left the bedroom. Gil finally had the presence of mind to follow his lover. "Where are you going? You can't leave. You're hurt."

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'll go to Nick's and see if he still wants to fuck me. I'm not really in much shape for it, but I guess I can manage."

With that, Warrick left. He calmly got in Gil's Tahoe and pulled out of the driveway. Gil still stood in the doorway, open mouthed, looking out after his leaving lover. Gil finally shut the door and sat down on the couch. How stupid could he be. This, without a doubt, was the most idiotic thing he had ever done. And, he knew it. Apparently the ghost knew it to, because a book came flying at Gil's head, just narrowly missing him. Gil startled and looked around. Another book was shaking on the shelf, about ready for lift off. Gil shouted, "Stop!" The book stopped shaking immediately and Gil shook his head.

"I know. You don't have to hit me in the head. I just made a fool of myself. I was wrong. Dead wrong, pardon the pun. Now, what am I supposed to do. Warrick's furious and I don't blame him. I'm such an idiot and I know what the problem is. It's not Nick. It's me. I'm just so damned insecure. How am I going to make up for this one?"

Another book launched itself at Gil, but landed harmlessly on the coffee table. The book flipped open to a picture of a man handing a women, roses and candy. Gil laughed, "I don't think flowers and candy are going to work with Warrick. I really screwed up this time. I think I'd better start making some phone calls. He shouldn't be out driving in his condition."

Gil pulled out his cell and hit the speed dial. Of course, he called Nick first.

"Hey, Nick. It's Gil. Is Warrick there?"

"No. I thought he was at home with you. What's up?"

"Ah, Warrick is pissed off. He took my Tahoe and left. I've got to find him. The argument was my fault and I need to apologize to him."

"Damn, Gris. What did you do?"

"I said something really stupid and I'd like to make it up to him, but he's got my car - so I can't go looking for him."

"Shit! Just sit tight. I'll come and get you and we can look for him together."

"But, what if he's shows up at your place and you're not there?"

"I'll leave a note on the door. Rick knows where the spare key is hidden. He'll let himself in. I'm on my way."

"Thanks, Nick. I'll be waiting."

"Be there in a few."

Gil breathed a sigh of relief. At least now, he could go looking for Warrick, but how was he going to explain his stupidity to Nick. This was not going to be pretty.


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Warrick was fuming and driving in circles, to boot. He didn't know where he was headed, but it certainly wasn't to Nick's. He finally pulled out his phone and called Jim, desperately hoping that the man was home.

"Brass, talk to me."

"Hey, Jim. It's Warrick. I was just calling to see if you were home. I'm about a block away. Would it be all right if I came over?"

"What the fuck are you doing out of bed?"

"Um, Gil and I had a fight and I left."

"Is he nuts? Why would he piss off a man in your condition? Get your ass over here, now!"

"I just pulled up out front. I'll be in in a second."

Warrick put his cell away and got out. He found Jim waiting for him on the porch. After being hustled inside and comfortably seated on the sofa, Warrick thought, ‘Just in time to. I think the Motrin is starting to kick in.'

Warrick's eyes had dilated and he was feeling decidedly woozy. Jim looked at him dubiously. "You should not have been driving. Did you take something? You look glassy eyed."

"Yup. I took two prescription Motrin, about a half hour ago."

"How many milligrams?"

"Um, eight hundred, each."

"Fuck! You got behind the wheel of a vehicle with sixteen hundred milligrams of Motrin in your system. What were you thinking? You could've passed out and killed yourself or somebody else."

"M' sorry, but I wasn't thinking clearly. When I left, I was really mad. Gil accused me of fuckin Nick."

"What?"

"Do I really have to repeat it? Apparently he was upset over Nick's display of concern for me. And now that I think about it - maybe Nick was a little over the top, but Gil had no right to accuse me of such a thing. I've never been involved with Nick. He's my best friend and we like to hang out, but that's all. Gil is my whole world. It took us along time to get together. Why would I screw that up, by cheating with Nick?" I have never given Gil a reason to think I was cheating. I wouldn't do that. I thought he knew me better. I thought he loved me. I guess I was wrong."

"Gil really is an idiot sometimes, but I don't think he meant it. He knows, deep down that you would never cheat on him. Gil has always been insecure about relationships. That's why he never had one last very long. He always managed to derail it. Gil gets this way when he's scared and he was real scared tonight. You could've been seriously hurt and Gil just couldn't take it. Let's face it - he snapped. He went all stupid on ya. He had a melt down. Are you listening to me?"

"Yeah, but you sound all far away."

"You're wasted, Rick. Lie down. I'll get you a blanket and a pillow."

"Thanks. You're really sweet."

"Oh, shut the fuck up."

Jim went and retrieved a blanket and a pillow for Warrick. When he returned, he found Rick already asleep. He gently lifted the younger man's head and slid the pillow under it. He threw the blanket over him and went to the phone. Jim had a few choice words for Gil and they just couldn't wait.


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Nick and Gil had been driving around for quite awhile, without success. They'd checked his Gram's house and Catherine's. They were on there way to Greg's - when Gil's phone rang. Gil thought, 'I hope that's Warrick.'

"Grissom."

"You Moran. How could you be so stupid? I really ought to kick your ass, ya know."

"Jim? What's going on?"

"As if you didn't know. Your man is at my place. He's passed out on my couch and if that's not bad enough - he's drugged out of his mind. He's been driving around with sixteen hundred milligrams of Motrin in his system. He could've had a wreck - no thanks to you! Where are you, anyway?"

"I'm with Nick. We've been driving around looking for Warrick"

"That's just great. You're out cavorting with the enemy. Warrick will be real pleased."

"Oh, God. This is all my fault. We're on our way."

"You're damn right - it's all your fault. You're an idiot."

"I know, I know. Please, yell at me later. I need to talk to Warrick. I've got to try and make this better."

"Fine, but I don't think he's gonna be very coherent tonight. Oh well, come on anyway. I'm just dying to see you and Nicky in person. You both need a good swift kick and I'm just the guy to give to ya."

"I'm sorry about this, Jim. We'll be there in a few minutes."

When Gil hung up - he gave Nick a desperate look, but Nick was still angry. Gil had told Nick what happened and he had all he could do, not to throttle Gil.

"So, where is he?" Nick questioned, with a distinct growl.

"He's at Jim's, asleep on his couch. Apparently, he took a couple of Motrin and he's pretty out of it. I'm just glad he made it to Jim's safely."

"No thanks to you."

"I know, Nick. I'm so stupid. God, I hope he'll forgive me. I don't know what I'll do, if he doesn't."

"Yeah - well, he will. He loves you - body and soul. You're all he's thinks about. Of course, that is - when he's not fuckin me."

"That's not funny, Nick. I know I messed up. Please, can we make one stop. I need to take some advice. There's an all night market a couple of blocks from Jim's."

"Sure, what ya gonna buy?"

"Um, some flowers and candy and maybe some balloons."

"You're not serious?"

"Oh, yes I am. Dead serious. I got this on good authority."

"From who?"

"Our resident ghost."

"You're taking advice from a dead man. That's priceless."

Nick pulled into the all night market. He was still shaking his head in disbelief, as Gil made his way into the store. Gil hurriedly picked the prettiest bouquet of red roses, set in an elegant crystal vase, form the market's flower section. He then selected six heart shaped balloons, in colors of red and pink - with various valentine sentiments printed on them. He then, spotted a lovely pink teddy bear sitting along side one of the flower arrangements. The bear looked lonely. It had a red heart in the middle of it's chest - that said I love you beary much. Gil just couldn't resist. So, he snagged the bear on his way to the card section. He spotted the card he wanted almost immediately. It was the largest card in the display and the front of it said, Be My Eternal Valentine. Gil opened the card and was surprised when it started to play the theme song from Love Story. The inside sentiment was just what Gil had been looking for. It said, Be my love always and forever. You are my heart and soul. Be my eternal valentine. Gil thought, 'Perfect.' He made one last stop in the candy section and picked up a box of imported Swiss chocolates, Warrick's favorite.

Nick burst out laughing as soon as he saw Gil exit the store. He was still wiping tears from his eyes, as Gil stuffed all of his purchases into the back of Nick's vehicle. He gave Nick a sneer, "What?"

"What? You look like a commercial for Hallmark. You really think this is going to work?"

"Yes I do. Now, lets get to Jim's."

Nick snickered and mumbled under his breath, "Ok, Romeo."


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Jim didn't even yell at Gil and Nick, after he caught sight of all the shit Gil was carrying. He was to stunned and it was difficult to yell and laugh hysterically at the same time. Nick wasn't much help either, because he was still snickering and Gil was starting to look decidedly put out.

"Thanks a lot. You guys are no help at all. I thought it was a good idea at the time."

"Yeah, he got it on good authority from a ghost."

"From a what?"

"A ghost. The one that's haunting their house."

"You're joking right?"

"Nope."

"Do you two mind? I'd like to see my man."

"He's asleep, Gil. I really don't want to wake him."

"Fine. I'll wait. Gil marched into the living room and arranged his gifts on the coffee table, facing his sleeping lover. He'd be sure and see them as soon as he woke up. He then made himself comfortable in the easy chair, right next to the couch. He settled himself in for the night and then closed his eyes. Jim and Nick both sighed in exasperation. Jim rolled his eyes at Nick. "Well, I guess I've got two house guests for the night."

"Better you than me, man. I'm outa here. Gil can drive Warrick home when he wakes up. My work is done."

"Oh, Sure. Cut and run. You know, this is mostly your fault. If you hadn't been hovering over Warrick, Gil wouldn't have went ballistic."

"Yeah and I'm sorry about that, but there ain't nothing going on with me and Rick. We're just friends. Gil shouldn't be so damn insecure. Rick loves him more that anything."

"I Know. You're right. Gil has a problem and he's gonna have to deal with it."

"Right and that's my cue to leave. He can deal with it on his own. See ya."

"Night, Nick."

Once again Jim retrieved a blanket and a pillow, only this time he threw them at Gil, instead of gently placing them around him - like he had for Warrick. He didn't even offer the man a drink. He finally said in a gruff voice, "I'm going to bed. Make yourself comfortable," and stalked off."

Gil watched his lover sleep for a long time, before he finally drifted into a light sleep himself.

Gil awoke to the feel of his face being gently stroked. When he opened his eyes, he was looking into brilliant emerald ones. He smiled at the breathtaking beauty before him. He could almost forget that Warrick was angry with him. Warrick was watching him intently and Gil reached up to pull Warrick down for a kiss. Warrick didn't resist. He leaned in and reciprocated. Then Warrick pulled back and smirked, "Is that all for me, babe?" Warrick motioned to the coffee table.

"All for you, love. I know it's probably not what you had in mind, but I didn't know what else to do. I'm so, so sorry. Please, forgive me. I know that you would never cheat on me, just as I would never cheat on you. I'm so foolish sometimes and I don't have any excuses. I lost it, but I really do love you, baby. You must know I do. I can't imagine my life without you."

"Well, since you put it so sweetly, I guess I'll have to forgive you. Plus, I really like the Teddy Bear. He's cute and reminds me of you."

"Thanks, I'm glad you like him. I couldn't resist. He looked so lonely, all by himself in a sea of flowers."

"Mm, nice card too. Very romantic. It almost feels like Valentine's Day."

"Well, you did say we could celebrate early. By the way, how are you feeling, honey?"

"I feel pretty good, considering. I'm still a little sore, but nothing major. This couch probably had a lot to do with it. It's kind of lumpy."

"Well, what do ya say we go home and get you all nice and comfy in your own bed."

"Are you going to feed me chocolates in bed?"

"Are you up for that?"

"Um, you might have to do all the work. Unless, you have a problem with that."

"I don't. Let's go. Do you think we should wake Jim and tell him we're leaving?"

"Nah, he'll figure it out when he doesn't see us. I'll thank him later for putting up with me."

"Yeah, me too."


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Upon arriving home, they deposited the gifts in the hallway and went directly to the bedroom. The first thing that greeted them was several lit candles and the air smelled like roses. They then heard water running in the bathroom. They opened the bathroom door cautiously and peered inside. Their large bathtub was filled with water and bubble bath. Warrick looked at Gil suspiciously. "When did you have time to do this, babe?"

"Um, I'd like to take credit for it, but I didn't do it."

"You don't suppose, Nick came over and did it?"

"I don't think so, but I bet I know who did."

"Who?"

"Our friendly, resident ghost."

"Ya think?"

"OH, Yeah."

"Well, damn - let's not waste it. With that, Warrick stripped out of his clothes and lowered himself into the tub. Gil hastily, followed suit. Gil climbed in behind his younger lover and they both sighed in contentment. Gil soaped up the sponge and gently washed his lover all over. He massaged Warrick's tense shoulders until he felt the knots loosen and started nibbling on an earlobe. He soon moved from the earlobe, onto the sensitive skin on the side of Warrick's neck. Gil swirled his finger tips around Warrick's nipples in a sensual dance until the nubs were hard and Warrick was moaning softly. Warrick had begun to rub his hands up and down Gil's inner thighs and he turned his head slightly to kiss his lover passionately. Tongues met in a duel for dominance and Warrick's hand found his lover's hard throbbing member.

"Oh, God! Warrick, if you keep this up - we'll never make it to the bed."

"Who said we had to, lover. I want you right here. Right now!"

"Jesus, baby! I want you so bad!"

"Then take me, Gil. Take what you want!"

Gil slid Warrick forward a little and began gently massaging Warrick's delicate opening, while sucking feverishly on the younger man's neck. Warrick had started to writhe when Gil inserted a soapy finger inside his tight channel. He painstakingly prepared his lover, sliding his finger in and out at a slow pace. He inserted a second finger and repeated the slow process, once more. He began scissoring his fingers and then pulled out and slammed back in with three fingers, grazing the man's prostrate with each stroke.

"Ah, fuck, Gil. Please, now!"

Gil pulled Warrick back and he instinctively raised his hips. Gil brought him down slowly, so slowly - until he was completely impaled on Gil's hard cock. They rocked together and Gil gripped Warrick's hips tightly. It was agonizing and torturous, but oh so sensual. Warrick was trying to drive himself harder onto his lover's cock, but Gil held him in place. He kept up the slow rocking, until Warrick was almost insane with pleasure.

"Fuck, Gil! You're driving me wild. I can't take it! Please, fuck me!"

"Shush. Easy, baby. Easy, now. I want this feeling to last forever."

"Please, baby. I need to come!"

Gil took pity on his over excited lover and picked up the pace. He started lifting Warrick a bit and slamming upwards into the tight heat. Warrick braced himself on the tub floor and slammed back down on Gil. Gil groaned and muttered a stream of obscenities into his lover's ear. Gil's fingers, pinched Warrick's nipples, causing the man to cry out. Then he reached for Warrick's leaking cock and started stroking in time with his ever, quickening thrusts. One twist to Warrick's cock, combined with a thrust to his prostrate - had Warrick coming in Gil's hand. Warrick tensed and convulsed. He tightened around Gil's shaft and sank deeper onto his lover, sending Gil over the edge with a scream.

Gil wrapped his arms around Warrick and let his cock slip gently from his lover's body. Warrick relaxed back against Gil. Both men were sated and breathless. They remained that way for several minutes. Finally, they heard soft jazz, coming from the bedroom and decided it was time to get out of the tub. Gil dried off his lover and then himself. When they entered the bedroom, the bed was already turned down and looked damn inviting. Sitting up against the pillow was the Teddy Bear, Gil had bought for Warrick. In the bears paws was the card, but it had been slightly modified.

Now it read, Be My Eternal Valentine, I'll treat you better than he does!

Warrick let out a laugh and Gil promptly threw the card in the waste can. He pushed the Teddy Bear aside and pulled Warrick into the bed with him. He blew out the candles and then snuggled close to Warrick. His kissed him sweetly and said loud enough for anyone listening to hear, "Not in this life time, buddy. He's mine, always and forever."

"I love you too, baby. Happy early Valentine's Day. Hey, Casper - turn off the music."