Title: Perfect Deviant
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) Darkness Moves
Warnings: violence, rape/non-con, other pairings
Summary: A glimpse into why Greg is how he is.

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It had started after the lab exploded – in a way. Greg had always eyed Nick from afar – but had always assumed that Nick was straight – especially after the whole incident with Kristy. And then even if he wasn't 100% straight, Greg knew that Nick could never be into what Greg was into. Marilyn Manson skived Nick out and all of Greg's hints about latex, bondage, and porn had been largely avoided.

But after the lab exploded, Greg knew that he could no longer live the lie – he had to give Nick a shot. At least he would find out if Nick was even interested. If he was – the rest could be eased into – unlike Greg's experience. Greg would be kind, unlike his first partner was to him.

Greg had more or less conned Nick into coming over – just to find out that there was no con needed to get Nick over. He had been waiting by the phone for Greg's call.

Greg had tricked Nick at first – making him think that it would be a normal relationship. Nick had been so naοve – he had never been with a man or even had anal sex. Greg had been the giver then – the one to give Nick head, the one to take Nick's cock in his ass. After a few months of normal domestic tranquility, Greg changed things up and began to groom Nick in the proper techniques of sex. Greg had shown no mercy when Nick was unable to take enough cock in his mouth – he was often cruel. But by then Greg had Nick so infatuated with him that Nick would just take the blame for it.

To some extent it had just turned into a slower version of the way that Greg himself had been groomed. His college dorm mate had been the first to break him in – the first to use him. He hadn't known it could be so bad when Phil had gotten him drunk and then climbed into bed with him. He didn't know that it could hurt so badly when Phil rolled him over on his stomach and shoved his boxers down. He hadn't prepped Greg at all and had used some lotion instead of proper lube. It had burned and Greg had cried, but Phil didn't give up until he was done. He left Greg alone and didn't bring it up again until after winter break.

After the break, oddities began to fill their room – cock rings, ropes, handcuffs, leg restraints, nipple clamps, and numerous other sexual devices that Phil liked to use on Greg. At first, Greg had been scared – he even tried to switch rooms, but he couldn't find a valid excuse – and he couldn't go and tell the truth. Eventually, he grew used to it and sometimes even liked it. It continued on through his freshman year – he was barely 17, having entered college early.

For the next 5 years, he remained the ever-present bottom submissive. He kept his grades up in school and even got into the San Francisco Crime Lab right out of college. He stayed involved in numerous clubs and fetish groups – seeking out anyone who would use him.

Finally, when he was 22 he decided he would take control. One night, while his master was tying him to the bed after a severe paddling, Greg fought back. He used the element of surprise on his master to tie him to the bed and fuck him. That was when he felt like he lost his virginity – the first time that he had topped.

From there he got involved with both men and women – dominating everyone who crossed his path. When he came to Vegas, he joined a top-notch fetish club based off a reference from a club back in Frisco.

It was amazing that, until Nick, he had managed to keep his home life private. People had always thought that he was a bit of a flirt and maybe a bit promiscuous, but nothing devious. Nick hadn't even known – Greg had perfected his lies to an art form.

Now – Nick was Greg's perfect submissive – nearly. Greg did wish that he hadn't gotten so emotionally involved with his toy, but it was too late to change it. Within 6 months, Nick was already shaving his dick and stripping on command. It took Greg about a year to teach him all the necessary sexual positions – both top and bottom, but Nick did learn. Occasionally he still had a problem sucking Greg's cock – but Greg was still training him.

Often, Greg would feel guilty about his treatment of Nick and would crave an anonymous fuck – but he never did it. It would be a betrayal of the man that took such care of him. Nick knew both of his sides – the happy Greg that was in the lab and played music and danced in the hallway – and he knew the other Greg – the Greg that would tie someone to the bed and smack their ass raw.

Nick didn't run away – and on several occasions, including times when he was bound and in pain – he had confessed his love. Greg could never convince himself to say it back, but sometimes he would give up control to Nick – if only to make him stay a little longer.

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Greg looked down at Nick who was finally coming to after having passed out from the lack of oxygen caused by the ball gag. Greg was sad that Nick had fainted – sad because something much worse could have happened, and sad that the ball gag had to come out – since Nick looked so sexy when he was completely at Greg's mercy.

Greg thought about asking Nick to stay the night – but decided against it. It would give Nick the wrong idea.

"Time for you to get out of here, sexy." Greg tried to do it without looking at Nick, but he peeked and saw the disappointment.

Nick had been hoping that Greg's good mood would mean he could stay. He hadn't been asked to stay in months. Nick tried to get on his good side by rubbing Greg's pubic hair and nibbling his ear. "I'm tired Greg... and you hurt me some tonight – I passed out, remember? I don't think that I could drive home." Nick let his fingers slide into Greg's taint.

"Nick you can't stay – you know the rules."

"But if you let me stay, I can wake you up with a blowjob." Nick tried to tempt Greg with sex when caring didn't work.

"No."

"I love you." It was a big risk on Nick's part – those three words either meant a beating and then dismissal, or they could yield extreme kindness. Greg slipped his hand over Nick's and forced Nick's finger into his open hole. A good morning blowjob did sound good and it would be nice to have a warm body to sleep next to. But it would have to be on his terms. He pulled Nick's finger out and saw that it was covered in cum.

"Alright, Nicky. Wash me first and then you can stay. But, I'm binding your legs to the bed. And don't talk – I don't feel like talking anymore."

Nick kissed Greg on the cheek and silently left the bed to start the shower. When the water was the perfect temperature, he went and got Greg. He lead Greg into the shower and placed him under the spray – Nick stayed out in the cold, but suffered just to be close to the man he so loved. Nick pressed his body against the tiles and put some shampoo into his hand. Greg leaned back and let Nick wash his hair. Nick just felt good to be so close to Greg and not have it be about work or sex – it was just about being together.

Once he had finished washing and conditioning Greg's hair, he moved to scrub Greg's body. He half expected Greg to get hard and then bend him over the toilet and fuck him without lube, but instead, Greg turned and thrust Nick into the warm water. Nick was treated with all the love that he had just shown Greg – and was even treated to a pubic shave from his lover. When Greg was done, he led Nick into the bedroom.

"Would you change the sheets, sexy?"

Nick tried not to be paranoid about Greg's sudden change of mood – it happened often enough – but it could quickly be triggered back to something that Nick didn't like. Greg disappeared into the bathroom again and Nick stripped the sheets from the bed and replaced them with clean ones from the linen closet. By the time he had finished, Greg had returned, dressed in pajama pants and holding a bottle of lotion.

"Want a message, Nicky?"

Nick nodded and lay down on his back – he didn't know how Greg wanted him. Greg started by rubbing lotion onto Nick's recently shaven pubic area and then continued to rub lotion over every inch of his body. Nick's eyes grew heavy, be he knew that he should at least offer something to Greg. He felt the leg restraints snap into place.

"Go to sleep, Nicky."

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Next story in series - Public Displays.