Title: The Seven Deadly Sins
By: weirdbagel
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Established Greg/David, Nick and Vartann are just here for the party :P
Warnings: Total PWP?
Disclaimer: The day I own CSI is the day you see stuff like this actually in the show...
Summary: This one was requested by ktkm who wanted "hot and sexy would be good. Definitely with Greg. Heck, maybe even Greg as the centre of attention in a big old orgy..." I hope this makes your Christmas even merrier heheheh...

I. Luxuria

Someone was pulling off his pants. Someone else was tearing off his shirt. No, really. TEARING off his shirt. He wanted to yell at them, but someone else was biting his neck in that oh so special way and the words died on his tongue. Damn it, he liked that shirt too.

"David." Greg moaned out as the one who removed his pants went to work on his cock. Fingers wrapping around his hard length and slowly moving. Up and down.

"Hmm?" Was the response, so close to his ear. He should have known his boyfriend would be the one to attack that sweet spot first. He could just feel David's grin against his skin.

"I'm going to kill you..."

II. Cupiditia

Who's mouth was that? Greg couldn't see for at the moment his head was thrown back against David's shoulder as a most talented tongue trailed up along his cock. The mouth on his cock belonged to the same man who was currently swirling a well-lubed finger along the outside of his hole. He could feel David's cock pressing hard against his back, David's breath hot against the back of his neck, sending a sharp prickle across his skin. By the time he'd tilted his head forward, he was face-to-face with Nick's waiting erection. How he recognized it as Nick's... was his own damn business...

III. Gula

There was a mouth on his cock and a cock in his mouth. He felt like a whore. Worse still, he was a very happy whore. A happy whore with the best boyfriend in the world, who just happened to have his own cock in Greg's ass. Greg let out a moan at the sensation of David's erect penis twitching inside him. The moan fell against Nick's cock, which spasmed in his mouth. Hot semen splashed against the back of Greg's throat and tongue. He smiled, like the dirty, happy whore he was as Nick pulled his cock out of Greg's mouth. Greg reached up, meaning to wipe some of the excess cum from the corner of his mouth, but just before he could a wet tongue shot out and lapped it away. He glanced back at the culprit with a wide grin. Lucky for him, his boyfriend could be quite the whore as well.

IV. Superbia

So, this is what his flirtatious nature awarded? A mouth-full of cum and three sets of hands, all working to worship his body. This must have been what it felt like to be a God. A sex god. He liked the sound of that.

V. Ira

Greg's hands went down to tangle in short, dark hair. Fuck, who knew Vartann could suck cock like that. He growled wanting to fuck that hot, wet throat senseless. The detective must have noted the desperation in Greg's writing plea's, because soon that mouth was on his own and Greg was thrown back against the hard floor. David had moved away and out of him and soon Vartann's cock was pressing into him. The hand that wasn't pushing his left leg damn near to his head was on his screaming erection, pumping it in time with the hungry thrusts.

VI. Invidia

Greg was almost in tears by the time he came, semen splattering inside Vartann's hand and dribbling, hot and slick, onto his abdomen. His nails still clung to Vartann's back as the other man continued to rock into him. Finally he felt the detective's hot cum fill his insides. "Damn..." Greg panted against the older man's neck, brushing his lips against the soft, sensitive skin.

"You aren't finished yet." Came David's voice from above. Vartann slowly slid out of Greg and moved away, allowing for Greg, with a slight wince, to sit up and look up at his lover with a smirk.

"Love, you really think I'd forget you?" Of course David didn't need to respond. Greg rose to his knees and guided David's familiar cock into his mouth. He ignored the soreness at the back of his throat as the knelt there before his boyfriend, cum cooling on his stomache and dribbling down the inside of his thigh has he sucked off his most favorite admirer.

VII. Pigrita

They were sprawled across the carpet, four men, just a tangle of arms and legs and lazy kisses. Greg lay his head on David's shoulder, nuzzling into that lovely post-sex scent on his skin. Fingertips, not David's, traced random shapes over his back a moment, then left as ghostly as the came. David's arm curled up a little, his fingers going to listlessly toy with Greg's sweat-dampened hair.

"So..." David whispered, looking down at Greg.

Greg glanced upward at his boyfriend a moment, then snuggled contentedly into his arms with a small smile. "Best. Christmas. Ever."