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nickngregTitle: Toxicity
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kayryn666
Rating: R
Word Count: 591
Summary: Strange things happen to those that become fate's plaything.
Notes: This fic is un-betaed. This being said, it has been looked over by myself. Constructive Crit is always welcomed however. In fact, please, pick it apart.
Warnings: Dark in nature. Adultery of sorts. It's also pretty. . . strange. I'm not even sure if I really like it, but it's here anyway.
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine.
They terminated their relationship two years ago.
Now see, this little bit of information is an important bit, seeing as their end was quite final. They had grown apart, and ultimately opted for more conventional relationships. With women.
And everything went back to how it was before, with the addition of these women (who truthfully didn’t understand them, and said as such) and things were good.
But then all of a sudden, Greg lost it. Something about a case (the details were fuzzy) made him snap, and he was put on a health leave. His fiancé (they had gotten engaged after a whirlwind romance of one year. Most people called them crazy) didn’t know how to handle him when he had one of his sudden “moods” and so she didn’t bother. She just went on and pretended that he was okay. That he wasn’t on a health leave because Grissom couldn’t trust him to do his job right. That there wasn’t some gaping hole in his life that he didn’t know how to fix.
And then one day Nick, and his beau of the week (how he managed to go out and start a fling with a woman once a week, while still keeping his job, Greg almost didn’t want to know) came over. Apparently Greg’s fiancé knew Nick’s girlfriend and by some twist of fate for both Nick and Greg (CSI and currently-out-of-work-CSI) she had invited her friend over, and extended to invitation to “anyone she was seeing”. And that meant Nick.
And that was how Greg and Nick ended up sitting across from each other while listening to the current love of their lives gossip about the latest trend in fashion. And in the room, something suddenly shifted as Nick studied Greg, and Greg pretended he was interested in what the two women in the house were saying.
It was Nick who suggested that he and Greg take a walk, to catch up on “old times” and the girls agreed. So the big strong (weak in almost every sense of the word) men went to the door to don jackets and shoes, kissed their women farewell and left the house.
They barely made it to the unlit park a block from Greg’s place of residence before they were kissing. And it wasn’t the little peck they had shared with their ladies. The kiss was a battlefield, where the winner would win dominance, and control of where things would go. And as it used to be, Greg lost that battle (though he was anything but a loser) and Nick devoured him, consumed him, controlled him.
Later that week, Greg was determined well enough to return to work.
The trysts continued.
The pair found that if they met up once a week, to vent out their frustrations on each other, their lives became easier to handle.
It didn’t stop when Greg’s wedding rolled around. In fact, not many people realized the groom and the best man disappeared just before the ceremony, and if they did, they just assumed the groom had needed a pep talk.
It didn’t stop when Greg’s first child was born. The celebration they shared in the private of Nick’s bedroom was quite passionate actually.
It didn’t stop even when both Nick and Greg were too old to do much for each other.
It only stopped the day they died. Surprisingly enough, they died the same day, for the same reason, in different parts of the city.
Heart failure.
People say fate has a keen sense of irony.
Author:
kayryn666Rating: R
Word Count: 591
Summary: Strange things happen to those that become fate's plaything.
Notes: This fic is un-betaed. This being said, it has been looked over by myself. Constructive Crit is always welcomed however. In fact, please, pick it apart.
Warnings: Dark in nature. Adultery of sorts. It's also pretty. . . strange. I'm not even sure if I really like it, but it's here anyway.
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine.
They terminated their relationship two years ago.
Now see, this little bit of information is an important bit, seeing as their end was quite final. They had grown apart, and ultimately opted for more conventional relationships. With women.
And everything went back to how it was before, with the addition of these women (who truthfully didn’t understand them, and said as such) and things were good.
But then all of a sudden, Greg lost it. Something about a case (the details were fuzzy) made him snap, and he was put on a health leave. His fiancé (they had gotten engaged after a whirlwind romance of one year. Most people called them crazy) didn’t know how to handle him when he had one of his sudden “moods” and so she didn’t bother. She just went on and pretended that he was okay. That he wasn’t on a health leave because Grissom couldn’t trust him to do his job right. That there wasn’t some gaping hole in his life that he didn’t know how to fix.
And then one day Nick, and his beau of the week (how he managed to go out and start a fling with a woman once a week, while still keeping his job, Greg almost didn’t want to know) came over. Apparently Greg’s fiancé knew Nick’s girlfriend and by some twist of fate for both Nick and Greg (CSI and currently-out-of-work-CSI) she had invited her friend over, and extended to invitation to “anyone she was seeing”. And that meant Nick.
And that was how Greg and Nick ended up sitting across from each other while listening to the current love of their lives gossip about the latest trend in fashion. And in the room, something suddenly shifted as Nick studied Greg, and Greg pretended he was interested in what the two women in the house were saying.
It was Nick who suggested that he and Greg take a walk, to catch up on “old times” and the girls agreed. So the big strong (weak in almost every sense of the word) men went to the door to don jackets and shoes, kissed their women farewell and left the house.
They barely made it to the unlit park a block from Greg’s place of residence before they were kissing. And it wasn’t the little peck they had shared with their ladies. The kiss was a battlefield, where the winner would win dominance, and control of where things would go. And as it used to be, Greg lost that battle (though he was anything but a loser) and Nick devoured him, consumed him, controlled him.
Later that week, Greg was determined well enough to return to work.
The trysts continued.
The pair found that if they met up once a week, to vent out their frustrations on each other, their lives became easier to handle.
It didn’t stop when Greg’s wedding rolled around. In fact, not many people realized the groom and the best man disappeared just before the ceremony, and if they did, they just assumed the groom had needed a pep talk.
It didn’t stop when Greg’s first child was born. The celebration they shared in the private of Nick’s bedroom was quite passionate actually.
It didn’t stop even when both Nick and Greg were too old to do much for each other.
It only stopped the day they died. Surprisingly enough, they died the same day, for the same reason, in different parts of the city.
Heart failure.
People say fate has a keen sense of irony.
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Date: 2005-08-19 09:24 pm (UTC)And yeah, even if there was a sort of happy ending, you wouldn't be getting the makeup sex for me. I'm a sole believer in writing smut only if the story requires it for character development. I just can't find it in myself to write a PWP.
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Date: 2005-08-19 09:23 pm (UTC)one of the greatest line ever. officially.
thank you for sharing.
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Date: 2005-08-19 09:26 pm (UTC)And yes, that's perhaps my personal fave. line out of the whole thing as well.
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