Title: Keeping the Syrup Warm
By: writeslikeyoda
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Characters: Nick Stokes/Warrick Brown
Table: 3
Prompt: 35 - What I want
Word Count: 976
Rating: FRAO
Warning: This fic contains strongly graphic m/m slash. If that squiks you out then please don't read it okay?
Author's Notes: This fic is based in the AU world of Sylum Clan. If you don't know Sylum Clan...where have you been all this time? Anyway, its AU...Nick is a Roman General, Warrick a Pirate...leaders of a Vampire Clan...that's as basic as I can explain it...but go check out Sylum if you get chance and it should explain things much better...

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Nick woke to the smell of freshly cooked pancakes and grinned hugely. That smell meant only one thing; it was their day off. Warrick always made pancakes on their day off.

The General yawned and stretched out warm and content. Even though the sheets were tangled and the sun was just a little too bright through the window, it really didn't bother him. He'd get to spend the day with his mate, and that thought alone was sufficient to promote some interesting and highly erotic thoughts in his mind.

Warrick would undoubtedly want to go and do some shopping, get the laundry done, wash the car…

Nick chuckled. He wasn't in the mood for domestication. He wanted his dashing pirate; in the worst way. Hell, he'd take him every which way he possibly could right at that moment in time.

Pulling on his pants, he slipped barefoot down to the kitchen and stood for a moment watching Warrick make breakfast. A bag of warm blood would've done just fine, but nope, the old romantic was going the whole hog, laying out plates on a tray, glasses of juice and a flower in a bud vase.

Nick didn't know whether to grab him, fling him down over the table and claim him right there, or laugh and creep up on his mate for a nice warm snuggly morning in each other's arms. But in the end he just stood there watching, as mesmerized as ever he had been by the sight of his pirate, as engrossed in the kitchen as he normally was in the lab; only on this occasion he was wearing nothing but an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt with a ripped collar.

"You just gonna stand there?" Warrick asked, "Or let me bring you breakfast in bed?"

Nick whimpered, as with deliberate, and devastatingly seductive ease, Warrick licked his fingers, lapping up the maple syrup he'd smeared on his hand when he poured the bottle over the pancakes.

The pirate chuckled wickedly, noticing an immediate and very obvious reaction from his mate, that was swiftly accompanied by him being stalked across the room and shoved roughly against the sink.

"Pancakes?" Warrick asked innocently, "I know how much you love my pancakes."

Nick growled low in his throat and stopped his mate's mouth with a deep and very thorough kiss. "Hell yeah, but not as much as you like maple syrup," he replied, moaning softly as clever yet sticky fingers traced over his bare chest and teased his nipples into aching peaks.

Warrick pushed back, reaching for the bottle on the table, while at the same time slipping his other hand into the General's jeans and quickly caressing to the fullest, the hard cock that was straining for release through the denim. Nick's moan was accompanied by a shredding of clothing and the coming together of lean, muscular bodies in a moment of passionate need that meant breakfast was instantly forgotten…

…at least until Warrick decided he liked maple syrup on Nick much more than on pancakes.

Dropping down, he took the General in his mouth, but not before drizzling the already leaking member with a generous helping of sweet, warm sauce, which he proceeded to consume with considerable enthusiasm. Nick drew his fingers through his mate's thick hair, overwhelmed by the skillful tongue that licked him clean, and tormented him mercilessly, bringing him with panting and flushed anticipation to the edge of climax.

He adored the sight of Warrick on his knees, and thrust deeply into the hot, willing mouth that devoured him, cuming with a shout of raw pleasure as those tantalizing fingers firmly caressed his trembling thighs and brushed over his entrance.

Warrick swallowed hard, but he wasn't done yet. As Nick came down from orgasm, he slipped two fingers into his mate and continued to suckle gently on the already reawakening cock as he sought that one spot guaranteed to drive the other man insane.

It worked.

Nick bucked and shuddered on Warrick's thrusting fingers, electricity racing up his spine, until he came again, his mate's name on his lips.

The pirate swallowed everything that Nicky gave, then sat back and licked his lips. His own aching cock demanded attention by that time and his eyes settled once more on the bottle of maple syrup as the General leant back against the table, struggling just to stay on his feet.

Nick's face was flushed, his eyes glowing brightly, his fangs extended. The Vampire was loose, and in need of thorough claiming. Warrick grinned, fired by the Vampire in his own soul as he moved fast, spinning Nick round and bending him over the table before a word of protest could be uttered.

Once more the sweet liquid was put to good use and the pirate thrust into his mate, balls deep without a pause, setting a fierce steady rhythm as he lapped maple syrup from the General's strong, muscular back.

Nick was lost, the bond between them drawing them ever closer; souls merging in the power of love, lust and pleasure. He was pretty certain he was babbling in in his native tongue as Warrick pumped in and out of his body, and he tightened around his mate's cock, trembling, overwhelmed, made whole, complete.

A shattering orgasm tore through the Warrick moments later and Nick surrendered to his mate as he was filled. But it was a heady chuckle in his ear, and the touch of warm breath against his neck brought him back to the present as for a while his thoughts had fled to Rome.

"I think the pancakes got cold," he whispered hoarsely, enjoying the weight of his soul mate's solid body against his back.

"But at least the syrup's still warm," Warrick answered, before drawing his fangs slowly down the General's neck.

"Tease!" Nick hissed.

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Next story in series - Save a Horse, Ride a Pirate.