Title: Merry Christmas, Baby
Author: Mara
Pairing: Warrick/Gil
Rating: FRAO
Category: PWP
Summary: Gil gets demanding and Warrick is more than happy to oblige.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. All are owned by Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS. No copyright infringements are intended.

Gil had been waiting all night for this. He was chomping at the bit to get
home to his lover. He'd given Warrick orders before he'd left and
Gil was anxious to see if they'd been carried out. Tonight was Gil's
Christmas present to Warrick. Most of the time their relationship was
equal. No one dominated, but once in a while Warrick needed more. Gil
could tell when those times were coming on and he was always prepared.

Gil entered their shared home and headed straight to the bedroom. He didn't
go in, just peaked in the door.

Warrick was waiting as he was told. He was naked with his hands tied behind
his back on his knees. The wine was on the bedside table alongside the
bowl of chilled grapes. The lights were dim, the music just loud enough to
cover the moans and sighs that would be coming. Warrick had no idea of what was
to come, but he was sure it would leave him gasping and moaning with
pleasure and just the right amount of pain. Warrick had been waiting all night for
this moment. Sometimes he just needed to be dominated totally and completely.


Gil was waiting for just the right time. He would let Warrick sit and
stew for a while, let the anticipation and dread build in his mind. As he
entered the room, he saw Warrick had done as he had asked. He noted the
soft music and the grapes and wine. A smile touched his lips as he walked
over to Warrick, and lightly touched his shoulder.


"You look very nice like this, sexy. Hot." He touched his lips to
Warrick's. "I'm going to clean up. Can you wait a bit longer?" Gil saw
Warrick's slight nod and walked to the other side of the room, just outside
of Warrick's line of sight.


Warrick could hear the sounds of clothes being shed, and then running
water. After about twenty minutes he could feel the temperature of the room
raising, steam oozing from the open bathroom door, and a light sheen of moisture
was soon coating him. He heard the water shut off and then heard the sound of
Gil toweling off.


Gil walked back into the room, still slightly wet from the shower and
dropped the towel on the floor. As he reached for the wine on the
night stand he looked over to Warrick and said. "I have a surprise for
you."


Gil opened the night stand and pulled out a red silk scarf. He held it
up and let the soft fabric fall through his fingers. Walking over to
Warrick, he took the scarf and tied it over Warrick's eyes.


"I think you'll enjoy this." He leaned down and adjusted the fabric. "Can
you see?" He saw Warrick shake his head slightly and watched as his tongue
came out to lick his dry lips. "Are you thirsty?" Gil asked and poured a
glass of wine from the waiting bottle. He held the glass in his hands and
let the wine warm, the aroma filling the room. Looking down at Warrick, he
smiled and stepped closer.


"Open your mouth." Gil commanded.


Warrick opened his mouth and felt the warm velvet of Gil's cock slide
just over his lips, settling just inside of his mouth. His own cock jerked
in response, and he waited, his breath caught in his throat. Not knowing
what to expect next Warrick tensed slightly.


"Ready?" Gil asked and took a leisurely sip of the Merlot before starting
a slow trickle of wine down his chest, sliding down his stomach,
catching and stilling for half a heartbeat in his navel, before sliding
down his cock and into Warrick's waiting mouth. Startled by the sharp
flavor of the wine in contrast to the velvet heat of the cock, he reacted.
His tongue slid, and he wrapped his mouth around the head, sucking gently.
He had no idea of what was to come for the rest of the evening, but for it to start
off like this, he knew it would be good.


"Does that quench your thirst? I'll quench your other appetites soon, love." Gil placed
his hand on Warrick's chin and turned his face toward him. "Why don't you go to the
bed and lay down. I'll take care of those cuffs in a moment." He smiled mischievously.
"They'll be in the way later."

Gil picked up the towel he had discarded earlier and dried the wine off
himself, leaving just enough of a residue for what he had in mind later. He
walked over to the bed and released the cuffs holding Warrick's arms behind
him. Taking a moment he massaged Warrick's arms and shoulders and turned
Warrick onto his stomach. Gil then re-attached the cuffs to the headboard.

"Hungry?" Gil asked and picked a grape from the bowl. As he bit into it,
a small amount of the juice collected in the corner of his mouth. His
tongue snaked out to get it. He bit into another and it made a slight
sucking sound. The noise sounded loud in the hush between the two songs.

"Open your mouth." He held the fruit to Warrick's lips. "No, don't bite.
Not yet, just feel it, let your other senses take over." As Gil ran a rather plump
ruby tinted grape over Warrick's lips, he let it slip and catch on the different
peaks and valleys of those full, lush, sexual lips. He let it coast over the corner
of Warrick's mouth, down his chin, over the cusp of his shoulder and around the
prominent blade of his shoulder. When he reached the top of the spine he let it go,
to roll down the groove of Warrick's spine.

Gil watched it as it took a brief journey to rest at the dip at the base
of the spine and then to rest just at the apex of Warrick's perfectly
shaped ass.

Warrick could feel the bed give as Gil knelt over him. He could feel the
hot, raspy breath as Gil leaned over him. Gil's hands on his shoulders and
he felt the body above him slide down his back, then the light touch of
lips on the base of his spine, the tongue rolling the grape back up
towards his shoulders.

The exciting game of chase had begun. The slow rasp of a moist tongue on
heated flesh, teeth nipping, capturing the prize. The feel of the grape
sliding out of reach. A nip here, a lick there. The moans were loud and
coming more frequently.

The only thing left was the wait. With a final last bite Gil captured the
grape, and placed a kiss on Warrick's shoulder. "Should I have more? Or
should I go on to the next part of the evening?" Gil opened the bedside
drawer and the smell of cinnamon filled the area between them.

Warrick tensed as the fragrance floated down to him. He turned his head
towards the sound of Gil's voice. "Cinnamon oil?" He asked, his body
tensing. "Please Gil." There was a plea in his voice. "It will burn for
days."

Gil leaned down and took Warrick's lips in a deep kiss, his tongue
gliding over the soft lips. "Your right it will. But cinnamon tastes so
good with wine and grapes. It's perfect."

Warrick tensed anew as he felt a small drip of liquid on his back; at the
same place Gil had let the grape rest, right above the top of his ass.
Another drop joined the first, then he felt Gil's finger smear the oil
around, and then he gasped as the oil slicked finger slid down between his
cheeks. The burn was immediate, and as Gil rubbed the oil in, the burn
deepened, causing Warrick to squirm.

Gil gave Warrick's ass a small slap, just hard enough for the skin to
redden. "Stay still." He smiled at the growl Warrick made and poured a few
more drops of oil onto Warrick's skin and watched as the oil slid down.
Gil poured a few drops of oil onto the fingers of his free hand and held
them up to Warrick's mouth. He slid one finger around Warrick's lips,
coating them in the thick oil, then slipped it inside. A moan was wrung
from him as Warrick's hot tongue wrapped around his finger and sucked. Gil
watched his lover. Sweat was beading on Warrick's forehead, soaking into
the edge of the scarf that still covered his eyes. His strong arm's
pulling, straining at the cuffs that held him captive.

Gil returned his attention to Warrick's ass and added another drop of
oil. Satisfied there was enough oil, he slid a finger deep into Warrick,
pulling the oil along. Warrick moaned low in his throat, and Gil slid
another finger in to join the first, working his fingers in and out. The
oil was warming Gil's fingers and he knew what it must be doing to
Warrick. He leaned down close to Warrick's ear.

"How does that feel? Do you want more?" He let another drop of oil fall
directly onto his fingers and thrust in, taking the oil in.

Warrick moaned, a deep sound and shook his head. "No, yes... Oh God. Gil,
please." He pulled tight against the cuffs, and pushed up against Gil's
fingers. "Please."

Gil sighed and added more oil and another finger. Warrick was writhing
under his touch, his ass riding and falling in time with Gil's thrusts.
With his free hand he gave Warrick's ass another light slap and watched
with delight as Warrick arched his back.

"Do you like that?" Gil asked.

Another low moan form Warrick. "Yes. God, yes." He was moving restlessly
now, the fire and heat of the oil driving him wild.

"Get on your knees then. We'll see how hot we can make you." Gil smiled to
himself, and resisted touching his own cock. Warrick had been the one to
introduce the cinnamon oil into their love making. As hard, as desperate as
he was to have his cock touched he knew the fire it caused.

Gil helped Warrick to his knees. He made sure Warrick's knees were far
enough apart to support his weight and placed another pillow under his
head. The extra pillow took some of the strain from Warrick's shoulders and
he sighed gratefully. The next sound from Warrick was close to a yelp as
Gil's hand fell on his ass.

"Too hard?"

"No." Warrick replied, his voice hoarse with passion. He heard the sound
of flesh on flesh and winced at the sting. There was an odd moment of
nothing, no feeling, before fire rushed in, blossoming where Gil's hand
had fallen. He felt the fire all the way in his stomach, curling through
his body, resting in his cock.

Gil set up a gentle rhythm, his hand falling on one side then the other
until Warrick was writhing under his hands again, Warrick's ass was rising
to meet the slaps. After a few minutes Gil paused and placed a hand on
Warrick's back and stilled him.

His own voice was hoarse as he spoke; "I think it's time to cool you down
a bit." He picked up the glass of wine and let the fluid spill onto
Warrick's heated flesh, and used his free hand to rub the wine in. The wine
helped cut the burning of the oil and Gil used his fingers to open Warrick
and pour a small amount of the wine directly into his tight passage.

Warrick's breath was harsh, panting as he felt the wine sliding over his
skin, cooling his over heated flesh. He arched up as Gil's finger entered
him once again, spreading the wine deep inside. He cried out when he felt
Gil's cock press against his opening and pressed back against it, trying
to pull Gil into him.

Gil chuckled and held Warrick's hips tightly, holding him still. He ran
his hand down Warrick's sweat soaked back, and then over the warmth he had
created on Warrick's ass. He looked down at the place where their bodies
connected and watched as his cock was swallowed by Warrick's body. He
arched his back and felt himself come to rest, deep inside his lover's
body. He slowly inched out, holding Warrick's hips captive in his hands.

They began to move, Gil pulling out and plunging back in. Warrick was rising
to meet his thrusts. The sound of their panting and moaning was louder than the
music, and Gil gave himself over to the pleasure he found in Warrick's body. He
thrust hard, circling his hips in time to the music, his cock stroking deep to rub
against Warrick's sweet spot. The music seemed to speed up and Gil timed his thrusts,
faster and faster. Warrick was writhing under him, and Gil took hold of his cock,
sliding the fore-skin up and down the hard shaft.

With a deep guttural cry Gil came, his hands digging hard into Warrick's
hips, his cock jerking as he felt the answering release of Warrick's body.
He had just enough thought left to release Warrick's arms as he collapsed,
pulling Warrick tight against him.

For long moments they lay there, Gil's arm thrown over Warrick's chest, their
breath slowing as their bodies cooled. Gil reached up and slid the silk
away from Warrick's eyes and turned his lover around to face him.

Deep green eyes met his own. "Did I ever tell you how incredible you
are?" Gil asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

"A time or two." Warrick replied and swept Gil's hair back. "But it's
always nice to hear."

Gil pulled Warrick closer and threw a leg over him. "You are incredible,
Warrick, and passionate, and sexy. I love you so much." He placed a quick
kiss on Warrick's lips and tasted cinnamon.

“This was the best Christmas present ever, Gil”

“Yes, and I’m hoping to get one equally as good tomorrow morning.”

Warrick kissed Gil back and wound his fingers through Gil's sweat soaked
hair. He sighed and closed his eyes, a soft smile on his face. "Love you."
He whispered and drifted into sleep.

The End