Title: Manipulation
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
Warnings: violence, rape/non-con, other pairings
Summary: Greg at the club - Greg and Nick on the phone...

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Greg finished Monica's setup while the crowd gathered around the old, dirty bed. She was already naked and Greg began to join here in that state. He looked down at his penis – and all he could see was the remains of his earlier encounter with Nick. Monica was already touching herself and half the crowd was beginning to engage in different types of sexual activity.

Greg felt someone fingering his crevasse – he turned around and came face to face with Todd.

"Give up on the old man, then?" he said as he dropped to his knees in order to blow Greg. He took a breath and then pulled back. "Don't you think you should at least wash your cock before you stick it in her? I know you'll be in a rubber, but damn – I mean there's even dried cum on your ass. That's sick – even for you."

"Fuck you, Todd."

"No, I believe I'll be fucking you today," Todd said as he pushed Greg onto the bed and grabbed a wet nap from a neighboring table.

"I'm not in the mood."

"Come on, Greg – it can be just like old times. You fuck her, I fuck you and then we can all go home." Todd washed Greg off and then took him in his mouth. His mouth continued downward and into Greg's hole. "Your boy tastes kinda good there, Greg. And he certainly knows how to loosen you up," he chuckled as he thrust a spit'lubed finger into Greg.

"No fucking me – I told Nick only he fucks me."

"I assumed that you and he were done – I mean you're about to fuck Monica – I thought you got over that whole no sex thing."

"I don't think I want to do this anymore," Greg called out weakly.

"Too late," Todd called as he slid his condom'covered dick into Greg.

"No! I don't want to, stop!" Todd's hands were around his neck and Monica was lowering herself down onto Greg's face. "Safety!" Greg managed to call out before Monica smothered him.

Two bouncers pulled Todd and Monica away from Greg. Then one took Greg while the other gathered his clothing. The crowd was yelling and hooting – Greg would never be allowed to return to this club and his name would have a black mark on it in any other club that he would try to go to. They threw him naked into the alley.

....

Nick hesitated in front of the shower – on some level not wanted to wash Greg off of his body. He stepped in and let the warm spray wash the dirt and sexual remnants away. He waited till the end to remove the showerhead from its holder so that he could wash his ass.

He dried himself and thought about going to the club to find Tony – but there was no way that he would make it there and back before shift started. He cursed himself for calling Greg a whore – Greg was a fucked up kid, but not necessarily a whore... he just had a misguided sense of what constituted cheating – and it wasn't like they had made up any rules about it.

He wanted to call Greg and apologize, but he decided not to. He went into the living room and contemplated going in the kitchen for food. He knew he should eat, but he knew he would most likely retch it up. He started to turn back into the bedroom to wash the sheets when he saw a note in Greg's hasty and familiar scrawl.

I've lost count of how many people I've been with. I didn't chose to be with most of them.

Nick dropped to his knees – he knew Greg's past was bad, but he had not clue about how far it really went. That was the reason for the hospital stays – the reason for the nightmares. Nick hung his head and cried. He had called the man he loved a whore and cast him aside – he was no better than Greg's past lovers in that respect. Greg hadn't chosen all of it. He dialed Greg's cell.

"Nicky," Greg's voice was hushed and distraught.

"G – I, uh, I found your... Jesus..." Nick fought to hold back the sobs that were lodged in his throat.

"Don't feel bad for me – it was my fault – I was asking for it."

"No one asks to have that happen to them, Greg!"

"I did."

"No, Greg."

"Whatever. What do you care? I'm just a whore, right? Another notch on your bedpost – a story to tell you friends."

"G – you destroyed me when you said... when you said what you said about the club. But – let me help you. I want you to be alright."

"I'm not alright. I'll never be. Don't try to save me."

"I want to give you what you need – I want to try."

"Then come back to me, Nicky."

"I can't do that. It's over like that between us, at least... at least until you get help."

"I'll let everyone in Vegas have a go at me – how would you feel? I'll send the tapes to your house – let you see everyone fucking me."

"I don't respond to blackmail, Greg."

"I'm already covered in you – why not let a group of guys go at me? I'm already getting the eye here. I'm naked in an alley with a stretched asshole. They know what I used to do – they're ready."

Nick couldn't help it – he threw up into the potted plant.

"Makes you sick, doesn't it, Nick? To know I don't even know how many people have fucked me – I bet you I wasn't even conscious for half of them. Do you want to know about how many times I've been beaten? Tortured? You don't even fucking know pain."

The line went dead and Nick rushed the get his clothing. He didn't know where to start, but he had to find Greg. He called Greg back and left a frantic message.

Please, baby – don't do it. I'm going to work and I'll wait for you there. I love you so much – don't do anything stupid. I didn't mean any of it – I'll take you back, please – don't do it. I take everything back – I love you.

Nick drove to work faster than he ever had in his life – he needed Greg to be there.

Greg arrived 20 minutes after Nick did and rushed straight into Nick's arms.

"I love you, Nick," Greg had said it so softly that Nick barely heard him.

Nick pulled him in tighter – he didn't know how to feel. Greg was very, very sick. Nick had been willing to help before – before he had gotten a glimpse into exactly how bad Greg's life had been.

Greg let himself get lost in Nick's embrace – he was so scared. He had left the note to hurt Nick – he hadn't expected Nick to care that much. His mind had been split – one part knew Nick loved him and would bring down the world for him – and the other say Nick as part of a long line of lovers.

He tried to kiss Nick, but was just pushed away.

"You're a wreck... and you smell like... you... You didn't did you?" Greg knew that Nick could smell Monica.

"You don't want me – I'm too bad for you." He tried to run away, but Nick pulled him back.

"You need to go home. You need to shower and sleep."

"I have work."

"I'll tell Griss you're sick." Nick tried to push Greg back to his car.

"Wanna fuck me?"

"Not now, Greg."

"Come on – some makeup sex in the parking garage. You know you want to – you know you love the danger of it."

"Greg – you smell like death. There is some woman on your face and I don't think I could believe you if you said you didn't fuck someone else at the club."

"Didn't want to – he put it in me before I could say no." Greg cast his eyes down. "I wanna go to bed feeling you – not him." Greg was fingering his nipples and grinding his hips toward Nick.

"G – no let's not – we'll... get... caught." But it was said too late – Greg had already climbed into the backseat of Nick's truck and taken off his pants. A second later, his feet were flat against the ceiling and he was exposed to Nick.

"Come on, Nicky – I know that this is how you want it. Quick fuck before work always makes work go faster."

"Fuck." He climbed in between Greg's legs and pulled the door closed behind him. He made quick work of his pants and thrust them around his knees. The shirt came off too – he didn't want to have to explain Greg's cum on it. He spit on his fingers and inserted them into Greg.

"Don't need it, Nicky – I'm all ready."

A part of Nick didn't want to give in – but all the blood was in his penis, and he couldn't deny how much he wanted Greg. He entered Greg with a grunt. It was going to be fast. He thrust roughly in and out – trying to keep his balance on the seat, while still being able to grasp Greg's cock. It only took a few minutes.

Nick pulled out and groped around for the tissues he kept in the front of his cars. "You're gonna get us fired, Greg."

"Don't care."

"I care! Get dressed and go home!"

"It's nice to boss me around, isn't it?"

"Stop these sick fucking mind games, Greg! I can't take them anymore. You're so manipulative."

"And you make it so easy." He pulled up his pants and went to his car – skidding out of the parking lot.

Nick knew he was in trouble.

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Next story in series - Enough.