Title: Public Displays
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) Darkness Moves, 2) Perfect Deviant
Warnings: violence, rape/non-con, other pairings
Summary: A role reversal, a fight, and Greg's poor usage of Nick.

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Nick didn't know what to think when he woke up – Greg was gone and he was still bound to the bed. He need to pee, so he hoped that Greg hadn't gone far – and that he wasn't mad about not getting his wakeup blowjob.

Nick wished that Greg were still sleeping next to him. He relished those moments when Greg was sound asleep – peaceful and content. And Nick liked being there in case of any nightmares that Greg might have. Sometimes they were about work and sometimes they were pointed with screams of "Phil, no!" Nick had only tried to find out who Phil was once – and he had been paddled so hard for it he hadn't been able to sit right for two days.

"Morning, Nicky." Greg had returned with food – he seemed to be in a good mood.

"I'm sorry I didn't wake up before you," Nick said – and he really was sorry.

"It's okay," Greg said as he put down the tray and undid Nick's leg restraints. "Do you have to go to the bathroom?"

"Yes, please."

"You have my permission."

Nick had gotten passed the point where he felt awkward about asking Greg's permission to do the day-to-day things. It was just easier than starting a fight – and it always meant that he got to stay longer in Greg's sanctuary. He relieved himself and promptly returned to the bedroom, still not getting dressed, despite the fact that Greg was fully clothed.

"Come back to bed and eat with me, Nicky." Greg held out a piece of fruit for Nick and patted the spot next to him on the bed. Nick walked over to the bed and opened his mouth to let Greg place the fruit inside. Nick let his mouth close around Greg's fingers and sucked heartily. He felt Greg's free hand grip around his dick and tug.

"Bed, Nicky. Feed me."

It was one of Nick's favorite indulgences, feeding Greg. He loved watching Greg's lips suck and lick his fingers. And Nick would watch Greg's throat bob and contract as he swallowed. He was actually getting hard just watching Greg eat.

"Nicky, you have to eat too. We both have the day off and I've decided to allow you to stay – so you need your strength."

Nick's heart leap with joy at the prospect of being allowed to stay, so he dutifully tried to eat – but it was hard when Greg was sucking on his nipples and playing with his balls.

"Please, Greg," Nick gasped.

"Please, what?"

"It's your decision, you're in control."

"That's right – and don't you forget it," he growled as he took Nick into his mouth. Then Greg pulled back and looked up at Nick. "You can be in control today." Greg crawled into his submissive position at the end of the bed – just like he had been taught so many years ago. Nick didn't know what had brought it on – but the role change did happen from time to time.

"We're going out," Nick said firmly, but Greg said nothing. "You can speak, G. Find me something to wear, please."

Greg rose from the bed with grace and went to get Nick's overnight bag. He brought it back to the bedroom and carefully laid out the clothes for Nick.

"Help me dress, Greg."

Greg dressed Nick carefully and gently. He enjoyed being the submissive on occasion for Nick – it was much less work and he trusted his lover. He trusted Nick in a way that he had been unable to do with any of his previous partners – and when it didn't scare him; he liked to indulge in it. Nick never really played the dominant – he would just use the time to get Greg out of the sex mode. Nick always saw it as an opportunity to deepen their relationship.

"You wanna see a movie?"

"Whatever you want, Nicky."

"Don't give me that. I want to hang out with you – give me some feedback."

"You're still hard. Can't I take care of that for you?"

Nick looked down at the erection that was tenting his khakis and tried to get saliva to remoisten his parched mouth. As Greg moved lustily toward him, Nick knew that he had been fooled again – they weren't going to be leaving the bedroom. But at least he would get to spend the day close to the one he loved, and since he was in control, they could just be lovers and partners – neither one dominant over the other.

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They laid in post coital bliss with Greg's head on Nick's chest – Greg had been free again. He had truly lost himself in their union. Twice in 24 hours it had happened – it was like he was a real person – whole and complete. He wasn't fun Greg from work who turned into dark, dominant Greg – he was just Greg. It was those moments that kept Nick coming back.

"Greg, how come you don't talk about your past?" Nick asked as he ran his fingers through Greg's soft, un-styled hair.

"I do."

"Only in passing – in random anecdotes. You never tell me what makes you, you."

"You wouldn't care."

"I do care. I love you."

Greg jumped out of bed. "Stop saying that! I'm your hot piece of ass and you're mine. We fuck – and baby, you're good at it. Especially considering the fucking trembling virgin you were the first time. So, let's leave it at that – I fuck you, you fuck me and we fulfill a need in each other."

Nick wanted to stand his ground. "And how come to satiate this need of yours, someone has to be in pain?"

Greg lunged at him and pinned him to the bed – the classes at the gym were paying off. "You're my property. Say it! Say you're my fucking property!"

Nick didn't want to do it – but he didn't want to leave Greg so upset – he was afraid of what the younger man might do to himself if left alone.

"I'm your property."

"Good," he said as he pulled handcuffs out of the drawer, but he didn't bind Nick yet. "Now you have to learn what happens to property when it misbehaves."

"You said today was my day!" Nick never stopped being amazed at Greg's strength as he struggled to free himself to no avail.

"I changed my mind." Greg was drilling his knee into Nick's thigh causing excruciating pain.

"I just wanted to take you to a movie!"

"I'll take you to a goddamn movie!" Greg spat.

Nick knew what Greg meant – he didn't mean the multiplex – he meant the dirty porno house on the bad side of the city.

"Greg, no – please!" Nick never wanted to go back there – last time Greg had taken him into the bathroom and made him give him head while another man watched and jerked off.

"You know you liked it, Nicky."

"No, Greg! I don't want to go there! I hate it when you make a public display of me!"

"You're just lucky that I didn't take that man up on his offer. He was willing to pay good money to fuck you against the wall and I said no."

"Because you love me?" Nick asked hopefully – and stupidly.

"No, because I don't share my things well."

Nick was crestfallen – he had hoped after all this time that Greg would finally be able to verbalize what Nick had know was true all along – that Greg loved him.

"Do you want me to go, Greg?"

"No. You can stay," Greg said softly as he hung his head and released his grip. "I... care... sorry," he mumbled as he licked Nick's neck and draped his arm over his lover.

"It's okay, G. I love you." Nick couldn't believe how many times he had gotten away with saying those words out loud.

"You can take me to a movie – a real movie... And I won't make you go to the other place anymore."

Greg never really wanted to hurt or shame Nick – just sometimes, he lost his head and used Nick as a way of getting revenge on all the people who had used him before. Greg would use Nick so that they could have shared experiences. But some of those would never be shared. Greg vowed to himself that he would never do to Nick what Richard had done to him – passed him around the club. Greg had lost count after the fifth man – and then woke up in the hospital, never to see Richard again. Greg would never do that to Nick – and he would never tell Nick – he would never be weak in Nick's eyes.

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Next story in series - Shared Toys.