Title: Sheer Madness
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
Warnings: violence, rape/non-con, other pairings
Summary: This is dark - very dark. I don't even know what to say about it - It's important to the story - Greg finally snaps...

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Nick woke up before Greg did and found his perfect chance to make up for his fault yesterday morning. Greg was still curled on his side, so Nick gently pushed him onto his back and pulled down the covers. Greg remained asleep and was sporting a morning erection. Nick slid down and began to nuzzle Greg's penis with his nose. He heard Greg moan and shift his body, and Nick took it as a sign to continue. Nick felt Greg's hand drip his hair painfully and push his face down further. Nick wasn't ready – and he gagged. Greg pulled back on Nick's head and pushed him away.

"If you can't fucking do it right, Nicholas, than don't fucking do it!"

Nick flinched – Greg was in a wicked mood and his fingers were digging into Nick's scalp so hard that Nick was sure he was bleeding.

"Sorry, Greg – it was just... I wasn't ready..."

"Bitch, bitch, bitch," his spat and tossed Nick off the bed and onto the floor. "Stop your whining. I gave you a beautiful night – didn't you notice I paid attention and gave you everything you fucking wanted – candles, silk, romance, blah, blah, blah. And then this is how you repay me?"

Nick was lying on his stomach on the floor and Greg was straddling his ass and pinning his shoulders. "What should I do with such a bad boy as yourself, Nicholas? There are so many things I could stick up this tight little asshole of yours," he growled as he fingered Nick without lube. "What should I chose?"

"I'm sorry!" Nick cried. Last time Greg had been like this, he had fucked Nick with the end of a broom.

"What should I choose, Nicholas!" Greg was pushing so hard on Nick's back it was going to bruise and they both knew it.

"You, Greg! Fuck me!" Nick knew that while Greg was fucking him in this angered state would hurt – it would hurt far less than anything else that Greg's twisted mind could come up with.

Greg pulled Nick off the floor by his hair and pushed him against the bed. "Bend over!"

Nick did as he was told and prayed that Greg would remember to use the lube that was still on the nightstand. He let out a silent breath as he heard the click of the top and a moment's pause from Greg. The relief was replaced by pain as Greg spread him and thrust in. Nick felt Greg's weight collapse against him and then felt the hot spots fall on his back – Greg was crying.

"Greggo, what's wrong?"

"Give me a minute! I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready!" Greg yelled through his tears.

"I want to know why you're upset, baby. I didn't make you that mad, did I?" Nick had gotten to know Greg's moods a bit; at least enough to know that this had nothing to do with him.

Greg began to thrust in and out of Nick – far more gently than Nick had expected. Nick felt Greg's hands roaming over his back.

"You're so good to me, Nicky. You always take care of me – always try your best. You would never hurt me." Nick thrust back against Greg, but didn't say anything. "I'm not mad at you, Nicky." Greg was breathing heavy and thrusting more erratically.

Nick bit his lip and tried to keep quiet, but he just couldn't. "Touch me, G!"

He felt Greg's hand move from his hips to his cock. Nick moaned – he was so hard that Greg's feather soft touches burned into his skin.

"Tell me you love me, Nicky."

It was not something Greg had ever asked, but Nick was more than happy to oblige – especially since the pain had passed. "Love you so much, G. Hate to see you mad, hate to see you hurting. Love you. Love you. Love –" Nick broke the second rule and came first. Greg leaned over and bit down on Nick's shoulder. He thrusted once more and Nick felt the wet heat of Greg enter his body. They collapsed together on the bed.

"Nicky, you should move," Greg said kindly.

"I'm good."

"It's just – you're in your cum spot. I thought you might want to be next to me... Where it's dry." Again – somewhere in their love making, Greg had had a sudden change of mood.

Nick crawled up next to Greg – it was now or never to ask the question that had been plaguing him forever. "Greggo, I'm it, right?"

"What do you mean?" Greg asked as he ran his hands through Nick's hair. Nick flinched when Greg reached the cuts. "Did I pull to hard, Nicky?"

"A little. But, I mean – you don't do anything with any one else but me, right? I'm your only property?"

"Of course you are. You're nearly more than I can handle. How would I find the time?"

"What about watching?"

"We watch porn all the time."

"I mean watching at the club."

"I go to the club."

"And how come you don't take me."

"Your coming out didn't go so well – you weren't ready, and you have to be voted in by the people there. They didn't think you were right."

For some reason it stung Nick – he had hated the club and never wanted to go back – but he also hated the fact that he was being judged on his performance, while being practically raped by his boyfriend in front of an entire club. "Do you do anything at the club?"

"Sometimes I get head, give head, stuff like that. But no sex," Greg told him casually.

Nick felt the room spin and he choked back the rising vomit. "How is that not cheating?"

"No sex."

"Get out." Nick got off the bed and started to put on his clothes. "Get out of my fucking house, you fucking whore!"

Greg sprang out of the bed. "Don't fucking call me a whore!"

"What the hell am I supposed to call you? Far as I can tell, you've fucked half of Vegas, San Francisco and New York!"

"You checking up on me?"

"You're fucking sick, Greg – I wanted to help you!"

"I'm fucking sick? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean – these mood swings – your sexual practices – it's not normal!"

Greg was quickly gathering up his clothes, trying to figure out what to do with Nick – if he even wanted to try and make things right. "You want to try not normal – you really do? You think this is fucked up? Why don't you go back to the fucking club and find Tony – he's the owner – you ask him about me. He'll tell you fucked up."

"Greg, come on! I just want to help! I love you – and you keep pushing me away – and now you're out there fucking other people."

"I don't even know why I wasted my fucking time with you, Nick." Greg slammed the door as he left.

Nick was left alone – he knew he should go shower – get Greg off of him, but he couldn't. He wrapped himself in their sex sheets and worried about the man he loved and what he was capable of.

....

Greg slammed the car into gear – he still had a few hours before work started and he was pissed. He drove out to a club – one that was in town – not as seedy as his favorite, but far closer. The usual crowd was in and Greg went straight to the bar for a drink. Monica sat next to him.

"You look like you had a rough one, Greg."

"My toy got mouthy on me."

"That's tough. You punish him?"

"No. I left him. He's all alone now."

"So are you."

"Yeah."

"You wanna?" Monica asked, fingering the scarf around her neck and gesturing to the back room. Monica's specialty was autoerotic asphyxiation and exhibitionism. Greg nodded and followed her to the back.

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Next story in series - Manipulation.