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Title: Mocking Bird
Fandom: CSI:LV
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Nick and Greg have found their way to each other in the past and are now trying to find their way into the future. In this chapter the two have no problem expressing their feelings of love and devotion to each other.

Prologue
Chapter One

Greg allowed his head to fall back onto the door, gasping as Nick ground against him, kissing him hungrily. He grasped the older man’s t-shirt tightly in his hands and tugged it up, glad when the kiss broke for only a moment so that he could remove it, immediately running his hands along the heated skin of Nick’s back, scratching lightly as he did so.

“Bed,” Nick murmured against his skin from where he was planting hot, wet open mouthed kisses and then sucking wanting to leave a mark, barely able to stop himself from doing so. Grissom had seemed accepting of the two of them but Nick could only imagine the reception they would get if Greg were to show up to a crime scene with a hickey shadowing his tanned skin.

“Who says we need a bed?” Greg teased him lightly, his hands sliding down to grip Nick’s hips pulling him closer and bucking against him, a small moan escaping his lips before he could stop it from happening. It felt so good to once again feel Nick’s body against his, it had been weeks since the two had been able to do anything with each other much less have sex and Greg found himself quite desperate for it. “Do it, they know about it, there’s no sense in trying to hide it.” He murmured. “Catherine’s come to work with worse.” His fingers moved up Nick’s back to clutch at his shoulder, nails biting into the skin.

Stepping back to pull Greg’s shirt over his head Nick felt breathless, the line of that pale throat and the trusting, lust filled look in his lover’s eyes made him want to throw him on the floor and take him right there, without a moment’s hesitation. He moved forward quickly, his lips and teeth at Greg’s throat, locking and nipped and finally biting somewhat harshly, groans and sounds of pleasure leaving his own mouth helplessly as Greg moved so sensuously against him.

Greg couldn’t get enough air, desperately grasping at Nick’s belt he managed to get it undone and tossed it to the pile of clothing and other items accumulating on the floor before tugging the button fly open sliding his hand inside he grasped at the overheated flesh he found there, his own palm warmer than normal, a flush high in his cheeks. “Feels so right,” He breathed, arching, not caring when the doorknob dug into his back just knowing that he needed Nick right there in that moment.

Nick pulled away for a moment and began to shove his jeans down before remembering he hadn’t removed his shoes and kicked them and his socks off quickly, no longer caring if he was standing naked in broad day light in their kitchen pressing his lover against the door to their apartment. If anyone happened to walk by all they would hear in his mind was one person showing their absolute love and devotion for another. He stared at Greg for a few moments, almost in a predatory manner before he spoke, “Take off your clothes,” His voice was gruff, dark eyes seeming even more so as he took in the sight of a disheveled Greg.

“Yeah,” Greg managed to say, nodding, he sounded choked even to himself as he fumbled with the button on his jeans trying to get them undone and off as much as possible, glad that he hadn’t bothered to pull on any underwear before leaving the locker room as it would only get in the way. He groaned in frustration as his rush pressed the zipper somewhat against his hardened length and finally got them off, kicking them towards the pile of clothing.

Pulling Greg away from the door and into his arms Nick kissed him deeply, possessively, both arms tight around his waist, pulling Greg as close to him as he could, feeling every plane of Greg’s body against his own. “You deserve a bed,” He murmured against plush lips as he managed to lead him into the bedroom and when they were close enough shoved him down on the bed and crawled on top of him, a smug smile crossing his lips.

Laughing softly Greg scraped his nails lightly down Nick’s side, leaving red lines and smiled brightly when the Texan reacted with a deep low moan and jerked above him. “Well then it’s good that you bought this bed for me,” He teased then reached down, hand curling around Nick’s hardened length, moving up and down slowly. “But I think I deserve something a little bit more worthwhile right now don’t you?” He arched an eyebrow.

Nick’s breath hitched in his throat and his arms trembled from the strength needed to keep himself upright and above his lover. He gritted his teeth and breathed in deeply, fighting to regain his control instead of just pushing into Greg’s body savagely and taking what he wanted. “Where’s the lube?” He managed to say, his voice hoarse.

Greg rolled onto his side inadvertently knocking Nick over he laughed again, unable to stop himself. The joy bubbling within him like champagne was too much for him to resist, he was just so happy with everything in his life in that moment that it was hard for him to not express it. “It’s in the drawer where it always is, and I still think we need something sexier to call it.” He ran his hand lightly along the side of Nick’s face and reached over to the drawer to pull it out, pressing the cooled tube into the older man’s hand, a full body shudder traveling through him.

Grinning Nick just kissed Greg softly on the lips, one hand stroking down his side before he nipped at his lover’s full bottom lip. “You always feel so good to me,” He told him almost tenderly, his hand continuing its slide down the curve of Greg’s side to cup his ass, his smile widening when his lover’s hips lifted so that he could shove pillow underneath him. He gently dipped his fingers between Greg’s cheeks to his entrance and pressed lightly before circling it again.

Eyes rolling back Greg found he was unable to form a reply, a few disjointed moans that might have been words leaving his lips as he rocked forward towards Nick’s hand, a fire igniting slowly inside of him, his skin flushed and heated to the touch. He let out a whine when the Texan didn’t move and moved more insistently against Nick, his own length weeping. “Nicky,” He breathed out, “Please.” He pleaded.

Nick bit his bottom lip and carefully pushed a single finger into Greg, not wanting to hurt him, knowing he could despite how many times they had done this before if he didn’t take his time and tried to rush things before his lover was fully ready for him. He waited a few moments with baited breath, watching Greg’s facial expressions for a sign that he was ready, he then slid a second finger into Greg’s body, twisting them and turning them before he quirked them upward, trying to find the spot inside the younger man.

Greg let out a choked moan and his whole body seemed to jerk as Nick hit that spot inside of him and his fists tightened on the sheets he was holding, twisting them he tried to subdue himself but was unable to. He closed his eyes tightly and let out a few more moans, rocking his hips forward and then back on Nick’s fingers, unable to resist doing so. “Please Nick,” He found himself begging again and wished he could stop, knowing that it wasn’t something he normally did but it had been so long and it felt so good to be touched like this again after weeks of nothing but his own hand.

“Are you sure?” Nick asked, his own voice rough with unfulfilled pleasure as he looked up the planes of Greg’s body into his face, the sight of it twisted in pleasure causing him to harden even more. “Are you really ready for me?” He reworded the earlier question and licked his lips.

Growling Greg resisted the urge to reach down and drag Nick up to him, “Yes, I think I am able to tell when I am ready to be fucked Nicholas,” He snapped, frustrated beyond belief, brown eyes flashing as he stared down at the Texan, his length quivering, dripping pre-cum onto his abdomen.

Wickedly grinning Nick shook his head and pressed his fingers into Greg again, his smile widening as his partner writhed against the sheets, beginning to whimper. He slid them out slowly, deciding to put an end to his own and Greg’s torture, picking up the lube again he slicked up his own length before moving forward, lifting Greg’s hips he slid his hands underneath him, parting his cheeks to gain better access before he began slowly pushing into him. “Push back against me babe.” He murmured roughly.

Bucking his hips Greg arched and writhed even more as Nick slid deeply into him in one thrust, finding himself unable to even let out a moan of pleasure or pain he panted roughly, not moving he closed his eyes and tried to breath deeper fighting past the slight burn as he readjusted to the size of Nick’s cock within him, feeling completely and utterly full, like he was one with his lover.

Nick gritted his teeth, resting slightly against Greg he gently ran his hands up and down the other man’s sides, trying to sooth him. “Just breathe baby, just breathe,” His accent was thicker as he spoke, his eyes seeming almost black with pleasure even as he tried to get Greg past the initial pain of being taken like this. He had almost; just almost forgotten how tight and receptive Greg’s body was to him, even though he had woken up many nights alone in bed, his hardness straining for release with dreams of this dancing in his subconscious.

Following Nick’s instructions Greg breathed in deeply, ignoring that his breath hitched in his throat and his whole body seemed to throb constantly. After a few moments he nodded jerkily and slid his hands down Nick’s sides, gripping his hips lightly before he wrapped his legs loosely around the older man, opening his eyes fully to look into Nick’s. “Move now,” He ordered his breathing heavy as he began slowly rocking against the hardness within him.

It was like something snapped inside of Nick and he leaned down over Greg, claiming his lips once again he bit the bottom one hard enough to draw a few droplets of blood and began thrusting slowly at first then speeding up until the sound of their bodies making contact along with their moans was the only sound in the room. One hand was on Greg’s shoulder, grasping slightly, while the other was beside Greg’s head, preventing him from falling on top of his lover.

Greg sucked Nick’s tongue into his mouth, laving it with his own as he wrapped his legs tighter around Nick and began bucking against him. He moaned louder as he dragged his lover’s body partially down on his own causing Nick’s abs to brush his own weeping length, a delicious friction that made him want to explode right then and there.

Nick grunted and quickly managed to stop himself from crushing Greg beneath him before he began thrusting harder into the other man’s receptive body, moaning softly on each exhalation of breath, ensuring that he would hit Greg’s prostate with every downward thrust, all of his muscles clenching as he did so. “God Greg, so nice.” He managed to get out between moans, “Like coming home.”

Laughing breathlessly Greg nodded and clutched at him, sliding his arms around to Nick’s back, digging his nails into the skin, leaving white half moon marks which quickly filled with blood, he arched, his head pressed back into the pillow when his lover thrust particularly hard and dragged his nails down Nick’s spine, causing welts to form, lovely raised marks that Greg would get to caress and lick later on when the two of them showered together.

Pushing himself closer to the edge Nick raised himself up again, his whole body trembling as he managed to balance enough to hold himself up wit hone hand, the other reaching down to grasp Greg’s hardness and stroke it at the same pace as his hard thrusts. He could feel the heat coiling tightly in the pit of his stomach and knew that soon enough it would break, and he didn’t want to leave Greg feeling unfulfilled so he moved faster and thrust harder, moaning loudly as he did so.

Greg mewled and gripped the skin of Nick’s back tightly underneath his nails bucking, he could see black spots dancing in his vision as his muscles all tightened and then he arched so that his back was no longer touching the bed, driving himself down at Nick thrust upward and yelled out in pleasure as his orgasm rushed through him like an electrical charge. He continued moving against Nick, riding it out and tightening around him, wanting to see the other man come undone just like he had.

Nick thrust harder a few more times, looking down into Greg’s upturned face, twisted in pleasure, the sounds of his lover’s ecstasy reaching his ears, enticing him into tumbling over the edge. He drove into Greg’s body one last time and let out a deep throated moan before he slumped against him, feeling shaken and like he had been drowning in pleasure.

Finally able to stop moving Greg’s legs slid away from Nick’s waist to drop bonelessly to the bed and he mewled softly at the feeling of Nick still within him even as he stroked his lover’s spine, feeling the raised marks under his finger tips. “I love you Nicholas Stokes,” He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss against Nick’s throat, a serene smile crossing his lips.

“I love you too Gregory Sanders,” Nick responded roughly, before he slid slowly out of Greg’s body and collapsed beside him, drawing the younger man into his arms and rubbing the fingertip bruises already appearing on his hip. “We’re going to have a child together,” He whispered in wonderment, “A family, for real, we won’t be just a couple anymore, we’ll be a unit.”

Greg grinned and nodded, tucking himself neatly into Nick’s arms, “And we’ll send out Christmas cards each year, just us and our son or daughter, in front of the Christmas tree.” He continued the daydream, looking wistful. “We’ll send them to Mama and Cisco, Mum and Dad, Papa Olaf, all your siblings, Catherine, Sara, Warrick, Archie, even Ecklie and Hodges.”

Nick nodded, drawing the blankets up around them before he pecked Greg on the lips, “Let’s sleep now Greg, we have a dinner party to prepare for, remember?” He glanced down, not surprised to see Greg’s eyes already sliding closed, heavy with exhaustion from a long shift at work and a little bit more excitement then he could handle.

“Shit, forgot.” Greg muttered before his body relaxed completely, becoming heavier and he succumbed to the darkness crawling in on his vision.

Staying awake for a little while Nick watched Greg, always charmed by how youthful and untroubled Greg looked in sleep, knowing that even though he might look it there were still nights when he woke up crying out for Nick to save him from the flames, or crying out because he hadn’t saved Nick in time from suffocation. He brushed a kiss along Greg’s forehead, a small smile crossing his lips. “I’ve never wanted a family with anyone other than you Greg, I realize that now, I just never knew it before.” He settled down against the warmth of Greg’s body and closed his eyes as well, his eyelashes casting shadows across his skin.