Title: Whore
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) Darkness Moves, 2) Perfect Deviant, 3) Public Displays, 4) Shared Toys, 5) Hands Tied, 6) Sheer Madness, 7) Manipulation, 8) Enough, 9) The Gospel According To Tony
Warnings: violence, rape/non-con, other pairings
Summary: Will Nick fall down the same path as Greg.

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Nick was late for work – and he didn't care. After he threw up, he had walked into the desert surrounding the club and just sat there. He loved Greg too much to just leave him – especially when Greg needed someone to just love him. But Nick knew that he also couldn't just stay like he was. Greg's pull was too addictive, too dangerous. The flings Greg was having had to end – Nick couldn't take it – he could forgive the indiscretions – he would make himself. But, he couldn't let it go on anymore.

He also didn't want to be referred to as property' or toy' anymore –two years together should have garnered him more respect than that. He was Greg's partner and he would be respected as such. And he would get Greg help. He would find someone to help them both, because as much as he didn't want Greg to have to share with a stranger – Nick could no longer walk the solitary path. He didn't understand what Greg was going through – didn't understand what that kind of pain was like.

What Greg had been doing to him for the last two years was entirely different. Nick trusted Greg with his life. They didn't even have a safe word and Nick had only said no' once. He was fine with Greg binding him, beating him, fucking him raw – it didn't matter. But Nick wanted something else – occasional rough sex was one thing – but it shouldn't have been everything. Nick longed for the slow sessions of lovemaking – gentle and tender.

Nick nearly jumped out of skin when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You're Nick, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Nick answered as the brunette sat down. He was maybe 25 and handsome in a boyish way. "How'd you know?"

"I know Greg. He talks about you all the time."

"How am I supposed to respond to that?"

"I was with him just before you. And a few times since."

"He fucked you?"

"Only before you. Since then, I just give him head sometimes... You want me to blow you?"

Nick nearly fell off the rock he was sitting on. "Excuse me?"

"Thirty bucks. Worth every penny." He had reached over and had begun to rub Nick's dick.

"Were you always a whore?"

"Only since Greg."

"Why?"

"Listen – you want me to suck you or not? I gotta make money somehow. A fuck is 75 if you want that."

Nick pulled 30 dollars out of his wallet. "Take this – you talk to me for the time it would take you to suck me off. Now, get your hand off my dick."

The boy pocketed the money. "I was in college when I met Greg. I had finally just gone back after dropping out. You know what he's into – he used to fuck me so hard that I couldn't get out of bed – or he would let his friends fuck me. He was paying for me to live – after I dropped out of school so that I could be at his beck and call. By the time he got tired of me, I had no money and no place to go. I already had the rep of being a good fuck – so I figured I'd just start charging for it."

"And so Greg comes to you for head?"

"Pretty much – mostly when he's mad at you. He smacks me around a little bit – I charge more for that. He likes to scream your name when he does it."

"How often does he do that?"

"Well, me – about once a month. But every once and a while he goes to this hardcore place – even more hardcore than here, if you believe it. He meets with this guy named Chris. My opinion, if you want it – is that he does every sick thing to Chris that he feels he can't do to you for some reason."

"How often does he go to Chris?"

"Less and less as far as I can tell. Listen, your 30 bucks just expired. I'm going to find someone a little more fun than you." The boy got up, but Nick grabbed his arm.

"How much?"

"For what, Texas?"

"For you to suck my cock while I hit you."

"Depends. Lightly with no marks is 50 – you leave marks and it goes up from there."

Nick pulled out his wallet – he had brought 300 in cash in case he had needed to bribe anyone to get into the club. "Here's 80 – let me know at the end if you need more."

Nick stood up and leaned against the tree and dropped his pants. Nick realized that he didn't know the boy's name – Nor did he care to know. The boy dropped to his knees and Nick automatically pulled at the boy's hair. "I'm gonna call you Greg, boy. And then I'm gonna fuck your face."

The boy suck with expert ease – Nick kicked him in the ribs and yanked the boy's hair – and the kid didn't miss a beat.

"Suck that cock, bitch. You're such a cocksucker. How much cock have you sucked in your life, Greg? Me? – I've only sucked you – I was straight before you. Nice normal life – then, you took me home, showed me a new world." Nick kicked the boy harder this time and contact between them stopped momentarily. "You made me fucking love you!" He grabbed the boy by the neck. "Don't lose focus!" Nick shoved the boy's mouth back on his dick. He grabbed the boy by the back of his head and face fucked him ruthlessly. "Made me love you and then reduced me to this. Everyone tells me you're a whore – I try to defend you and you make it so fucking hard! I just want... FUCK!"

Nick collapsed as he came and burst into tears. He watched as the boy spit into the bush.

"That's gonna cost you more, Texas. Fucking shit, you've got issues."

Nick wiped at his face and took out his wallet. He threw the rest of the cash that he had in the general area of the boy. "Get lost."

The boy grabbed up the money. "You're one twisted fuck," he said, as he sauntered away.

Nick went home and took a shower, letting his tears mix with the hot water and his sobs get sucked into the white noise – and was late to work.

....

He avoided Greg like the plague for the entire shift – and made no attempts to hide it. He just couldn't deal with him – not after Tony and definitely not after the encounter with the guy in the desert. He still couldn't wash the dirty stink off of himself.

Greg cornered him in the locker room after shift. "So, you saw Tony and my boy Robbie, didn't you?" he snuck up behind Nick and pushed him against a locker.

"Robbie?"

"Don't play fucking coy with me, bitch." His hands were around Nick's neck.

"Now you know how it feels, G – to have someone fuck around on you."

"Slut!"

"There's the pot calling the kettle black."

Greg slammed Nick's head against the lockers.

"Sanders!" Warrick grabbed him and threw him against the bench. "What's your fucking problem, man?"

"Rick, it's fine. We were just having a bit of a misunderstanding that got a bit out of hand," Nick said as he helped Greg from the floor.

"Looked a little worse from my end," Warrick said, glaring at Greg – Warrick didn't know why they were fighting – didn't know that they were a couple.

"Lost my head," Greg replied as he gave Nick a quick hug.

"Fine, then. Either of you two want to go for drinks?"

"No," they said simultaneously.

"I've got a date," Greg said and shot a look at Nick before leaving.

"And I got a..." Nick ran after Greg.

....

"Wait the fuck up, G! I want to talk about it."

"Fuck you. I can take everyone else calling me a whore – I even took it from you once – but not twice."

"If I recall, you called me a slut!"

"Meet me at my place."

"You can't just command me, G."

"Meet me at my fucking house!"

"FINE!"

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Next story in series - Shut Up.