The Writ of Kat (sparkleblsm) wrote in sparkle_stories, @ 2009-01-08 20:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | drabbles100, fandom: csi, kink: bdsm, rating: nc17, type: slash |
Sick Love Song . NC17
Fandom: CSI. Nick/Greg
Words: 521
Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish.
Author’s Notes: Written for drabbles100 on LJ. Prompts #22 Enemies, #33 Too Much, #52 Fire, #70 Storm, #74 Dark.
Summary: Greg takes out his anger in sex.
Greg’s head hung off the side of the bed, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe.
Nick pulled back, sitting between Greg’s thighs and smirking as he watched Greg’s cock drip pre-cum on his stomach; a steel cock-ring keeping him from coming and making it impossible for him to focus.
Nick smiled and lay back on the bed, enjoying the view of Greg bound to the bed with their new cuffs and his cock heavy against his belly.
Nick closed his eyes, enjoying his current power over Greg.
A soft whimper and movement from Greg and Nick opened his eyes to see Greg no longer next to him but on his side of the bed and holding the cuffs with an almost angry look on his face.
Before Nick could really decide what to do, Greg was sitting on his thighs, and fighting to cuff Nick’s wrists. He managed to get one easily and after a few minutes had Nick bound to the metal headboard.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” Greg growled against his neck, biting hard and raising angry red bite marks.
He ran his hands down Nick’s stretched-out arms and once he reached his shoulders, kept his hands there, slowly increasing the tightness of his grip.
Nick flinched as he started to feel the pain from his shoulders registering in his mind.
Greg leaned close and whispered in Nick’s ear, “You were going to leave me like that all night. Make me hurt so bad, I would need my days off just to recover. You know what, turn about is fair play.”
He leaned back and slid his hand gently around his cock, his hand slowly working the cock-ring off and finally throwing it on the floor.
He slowly moved off Nick’s legs and pushed them apart, kneeling between them, “Should I be nice, lube my dick? Or do you want me to hurt you? Maybe like I was hurting.”
He lifted Nick’s legs and slid forward, Nick’s legs resting on his shoulders and his cock at Nick’s entrance.
Finally he raised his eyes, meeting Nick’s gaze - horny, angry and Greg swore he could see the slightest twinge of fear.
He closed his eyes, and pushed inside, hearing an angry grunt pass from between Nick’s lips as he buried himself and after a moment began fucking Nick, his pace varying from quick and angry to slowly enjoying himself.
After a while he felt Nick start to push back and he grinned, he quickened his pace, tension pooling in his stomach as he pounded into Nick, feeling his hard cock trapped between their stomachs.
Greg felt Nick still and moments later felt him come, his orgasm shouted into the empty of the room.
Greg dropped his head to Nick’s shoulder and thrust hard several more times as Nick tensed around him, he let out a long groan as his orgasm finally hit him.
Breathing hard he rolled off Nick, who was on the edge of dozing off.
Neither was angry any more, but Nick had to learn, he was sleeping in the cuffs tonight.