Title: Wrong Turn
Author: xvampirechildx
Pairing: Warrick/Greg
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17 I supose...
Summary: Greg's out looking for friends and wanders into the wrong bar...
Disclaimer: I regret to say they are not mine, I only play with them. They belong to CBS.
Notes: I was sitting in the bar I modeled the one in the fic after and the idea hit me. Big and eternal thank-yous to inspire_desire who was my beta. She's just absolutly wonderful! Oh... and I was listening to a lot of Cradle of Filth while writing this... maybe that explains something...

I seriously don't know how it happened. I'm ecstatic to be in the situation I am now in, for sure. But I just can't seem to wrap my head around what's happening. It's a surreal feeling, kinda like I was floating through a dream. But dreams don't feel this fucking good. That sounds so damn cliche, but it's the perfect way to describe it.

My train of thought is momentarily shattered as I moan and twist my body. It's gradually getting harder and harder to think. I keep telling myself to stop thinking and just enjoy the exquisite things that were being done to my body. But I can't help and continously run the night over and over in my mind. I’m desperately trying to understand how the events of the night ended up with me being pinned under this wickedly gorgeous creature. My nerves are crackling and I feel like I'm on fire. I moan again, but this time my hips buck up slightly from the bed. Strong hands hold my hips down and my mouth is assaulted once more.

It all started when I wandered in to the wrong lounge. Took a wrong turn looking for friends I was to meet. It was small and dimly lit. Few patrons littered the tables. People leaning into each other, quiet conversations being held over drinks. Soft, smooth, but almost sad music flowing from invisible speakers soothed me. I saw a flight of stairs leading to another part of the club. I took the stairs slowly, my eyes scanning for a familiar face. I got to the top of the stairs and saw not many more people. A modest bar graced a wall directly in front of me. More soft lights illuminated the bottles. Seemed like a place I'd like for a quiet night. I made a mental note to come back and give this place a shot some other night. I turned to go down the stairs and hunt other clubs and bars and look for my illusive company for the night.

"Greg?" I heard my name and froze. I recognized the voice and was almost terrified to turn around. Slowly I turned on my heels and faced the owner of that voice that made my knees weak every fucking time I heard it echo throughout the lab.

I saw him leaning forward slightly on a table in a booth in the very far corner. His face was bathed in the faint glow of a small lamp that hung low over the table. A square glass held a mystery liquid sat by his hand and he looked puzzled.

"Hey Warrick," I replied quietly. I crossed the few feet between myself and his table. He leaned back in his seat, disappearing slightly into the shadows.

"What brings you here?" I watched him take a slow sip of his drink and set the glass silently against the black surface of the table. My eyes lingered on his lips, watched as his pink tongue chased the taste of his drink. I almost forgot he had asked me a question.

"Nothing really, just looking for some friends." I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans. Those intense eyes of his were studying me closely. I suddenly became nervous. Being around Warrick Brown always made me so nervous. I wasn't sure what it was. Wait, that's a lie. I knew precisely why he made me nervous.

"Care to join me for a drink? If you have time that is." He nodded his head in the direction of the seat next to him. I didn't even check to see if I had time. Screw my friends, a chance to sit and have a drink with Warrick wasn't a chance that came along every day.

I slid into the booth next to him and kept a respectable distance, but I was aching to be closer. I wanted to run my hands along those strong, muscled arms that I knew were hiding under the loose sleeves of the black silk shirt he was wearing. Lock my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as he stole each one of my breaths as he kissed me. I was so wrapped up in my fantasy that it didn't register that he was talking to me.

"Huh? What did you say? Sorry," I said with a shake of my head. He gave me a warm smile and a small laugh that threatened to turn me into a puddle of goo the resembled me.

"I just wanted to know what you wanted to drink." My mind stalled. Suddenly I didn't know what the hell to order. So I turned to the never-fail answer.

"Whatever you're having will be fine." I watched him turn to a melancholy looking waitress that had appeared out of nowhere.

"Two more Gina," he said, tapping the rim of his almost empty glass. Gina nodded and walked away.

"I gotta say, you clean up rather nicely." That comment caught me off guard and at that moment I was thankful for the darkness of the club. I could feel the heat rising up my neck making my face turn red.

"Um, thanks. You look nice too." I avoided looking at him when I said it.

"Thank you. Any special reason you were hitting the town tonight?" He leaned towards me just enough so I could smell his cologne. I wanted to lick him all over to see if he tasted as good as he smelled.

"No, just didn't feel like spending another night at my place alone," I said with a shrug. Which was half true. I left out the part where my friends were begging with me to come out. I didn't want to stay home, but I also didn't want to spend the night at some shitty club listening to shitty music and that had gross watered-down drinks. Sitting with Warrick was way better.

"I hear that. Too many nights spent looking at the same walls. The urge to leave is so great, but nowhere you can really go to." His eyes were downcast as he said it. I could feel the pain in his voice as he said it. I could understand a little. An ex gambler living in a city where gambling is the life blood. Temptation was fucking everywhere you turn and he had to fight harder to keep from giving in. I'd lie awake at night thinking, well more like wishing, that I could be his new addiction. A boy can dream can't he?

He drained his glass and pushed it towards the edge of the table. Gina reappeared and replaced it with a full one and placed the other in front of me. Warrick thanked her and she was gone again. I took a tentative sip. It was Scotch. Very high end stuff that was smooth going down and it warmed my belly. Put a smile on my face.

"Nice isn't it?" I nodded and smiled in reply. We fell into an easy silence. Nothing awkward or anything, but just kinda enjoying each other's company. I cringed when my phone began to ring loudly. I scrambled to get it from my pocket and turn the ringer down. My face was turning red again as I checked who was calling. I sighed with a little relief when I saw it wasn't work. It was one of my friends, probably looking for me. I decided to turn the damned thing off altogether.

"Not work?" Warrick asked, as he checked his phone quickly.

"Nope, thankfully. I'm almost maxed out on overtime for the month already." I had been working almost 2 weeks straight.

"You guys backed up in the lab?"

"Yeah, we were pretty badly. Caught up now though." I thought at one point my eyes were going to explode and my brain was going to ooze out of my ear. Too many samples and not enough hands to help test them all.

"You know, if you need help I'm sure if you asked Grissom would get you some extra help. Pull someone from day shift or something."

"Yeah, could do that." I really didn't want to get sucked into a conversation about work. But I guess those are the kind of things that happen when co workers meet outside work. And conversations like that often lead to other subjects.

Like I had suspected we went from work itself to our co workers and then stemmed to other things like music, movies, books and of course, science.

We were in deep conversation and had shifted closer together when Gina came by and informed us that they would be closing quite soon. A rare thing in Vegas; a bar that actually closes. Warrick tossed her his credit card to pay for our tab before I could even reach for my wallet.

"It's still pretty early. If you want we could hit another bar." The idea was ideal, but the likelihood of us finding a quiet bar again was slim to nil. I think he could my hesitation at the request. "Or we could go to my place and chill if you like." Was he fishing for reasons to keep my company? I quickly dismissed the thought as soon as it came in my mind.

"That sounds good," I said. I was speaking quietly so he couldn't hear the excitement in my voice at the prospect of going to his place.

"Great." He flashed me a heartbreaking smile and then squeezed my thigh quickly. I just kinda sat there, stunned. Gina had returned his credit card and I watched him slide out of the booth.

"Are you coming?" He asked when I didn't move.

"Um, yeah," I said quickly before I stood up quickly. I was kinda drunk from all the drinking we had been doing. But thankfully I wasn't completely smashed. Warrick got us a cab and within 15 minutes we were stopping in front of his apartment building.

I followed him up the stairs and waited for him to unlock the door. I hoped I looked casual and not the nervous wreck I was inside. What the hell do I have to be nervous about, I thought. All we're doing is stopping for a drink. But there was a part of me that was hoping for an x rated throw-down with the gorgeous man that was holding the door open for me.

I stood in the darkness of the apartment as he closed the door behind us. Next thing I knew he was pressed up against my back and his arms slid around my waist, locking together just above my belt. I froze and a breath caught in my throat. What. The. Fuck.

"You wanna drink some more or do you wanna fool around?" His voice was low and I could hear lust creeping in. The hell was happening?

"The hell?" My voice cracked. Warrick spun me around in his arms. He pressed our foreheads together and smiled.

He chuckled. "You really need to mask your want for me a little more when we're at work. Sometimes you can be so transparent. It can feel like you're undressing me with your fucking eyes."

"Wait? You mean you..."

"I figured the direct approach would've been the best. And tonight just happened to be the perfect opportunity." He ground his hips into mine and I could feel his erection rubbing against my growing one. I groaned and my head fell back. Warrick seized this opportunity and latched his mouth onto my throat. He bit softly and I groaned again. My hands gripped his upper arms, holding on for dear life. It felt like I was about to fall off the edge of existence. I felt his tongue trace a hot trail from my neck up to my mouth that was hanging open. His lips pressed against mine softly, then he seemed to lose his control over himself and began to devour my mouth. I was held tight against him as he fucked my mouth with his tongue.

If this is what I'm in for... Oh God... My thoughts melted momentarily and my knees began to stop working on me. Warrick hoisted me up and out of instinct I wrapped my legs around his waist. We were suddenly moving through the apartment, towards the bedroom I was guessing. I wasn't really interested in seeing his place anyway, the only thing I wanted to see was Warrick wearing nothing but skin.

Warrick kicked the door to his bedroom open. One of his hands left my momentarily to pull a cord to click a lone lamp on. I finally broke free from that wonderful mouth for air and took a quick glance around. The only piece of furniture that held any interest was the plush looking bed. And within seconds I was bouncing up and down on it when he dropped me. I giggled slightly and looked up into those eyes. It was like they held a spell over me as my hands reached up for his shirt to begin unbuttoning it. His hands encircled my wrists, stopping me. His hands slid up my arms and to the top button of my shirt. He slipped the button through the hole and as soon as the skin was exposed his mouth latched on, kissing and licking. He continued this treatment all the way down my chest. I had to use my arms to keep myself upright.

My shirt was slipped off my shoulders and discarded on the floor. I was pushed onto my back and he leaned over me, his face hovering over my chest. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before latching that talented mouth onto one of my nipples. He bit at it and worried it before lavishing the sore nub with his tongue. He would alternate between the two and an endless string of half groan, half moans left me.

"Enjoy that?" he asked in a voice that was so thick with sex that I almost came right then.

I nodded and bit my lip. Warrick lightly touched the bulge in my pants. He made a small noise in the back of his throat, as if he came to a conclusion about a problem he had been faced with.

He instructed me to crawl up to the pillows and lie back down. I scrambled there so fast I almost smacked my face into the headboard. Warrick chuckled and moved beside me. He leaned down and stole my breath with an amazing kiss. When he pulled away I noticed that my belt was pulled open and my button and zipper were undone as well. That sneaky little fucker!

He left the bed and stood at the foot. Carefully he pulled my socks off and grabbed the cuffs of my jeans. He gave me smoldering look as he pulled them off. When he noticed I wasn't wearing underwear he smirked. I blushed and turned away from his gaze.

Soon his weight returned to the bed and he crawled between my legs. His hands ran up my thighs and his fingertips danced along my hips. He licked his lips and gave me an absolutely evil look as he ran one of his fingers along the underside of my almost painful erection. I gasped and let out a moan.

"Want more?" It felt like his eyes were burning a hole right through me.

A breathless "Yes," left my lips. One by one his fingers wrapped around my shaft. Slowly his hand moved up and down, finger tip catching the pre come that was oozing from my cock. My hips were jumping from the bed and I was moaning constantly.

"Wait!" I almost screamed when he pulled his hand away.

"Sssh, we have all night," He shut me up with a kiss. He returned his hand only for a second and gave me one last swift twist of his wrist and grinned at me.

That brings me to this point.

Warrick rolls off the bed as I watch him. Slowly he pulls off his shirt and I have to use all my restraint to not jump on him and rip it all off at once, preferably with my teeth. Next the belt slides swiftly from his pants, and he decides to torture me some more and take his sweet freaking time with his pants. Tooth by tooth the zipper is undone and the button slides free of the hole. His pants pool at his feet and his black boxers don't hide his erection at all.

Screw restraint and at once I'm at the edge of the bed again, my hands on the waist-band of his boxer, looking at him with pleading eyes, I silently ask if I can do the last part myself. Warrick gives me a smile and rests his hand in my messy hair, giving in.

The material is finally pulled away and I look at my prize. My hand reaches out tentatively and I run my fingers down his erection. I can hear a low rumble in his throat as I do this. I smirk a little before I open my mouth and swallow his cock as far down as I can go. My arms wrap around his waist and I hold him as close to me as I can, working up and down his length. Both of his hands are now tangled in my hair, pulling just hard enough for it to feel delicious. His pre come drips down the back of my throat and I double my efforts, wanting him to come in my mouth, wanting to swallow every last bit of him. His breathing comes in short ragged gasps, punctuated by beautiful moans. I look up and see that he has been watching me. Our eyes meet and I try to tell him something that my mouth was too busy to say. Come for me, please Mr. Brown, come for me.

Warrick's eyelids flutter shut as his head falls back. Orgasm was coming. His muscles tense and his knees tremble. He softly chants my name over and over and I pull back just so I was still sucking the head and he came. I swallow everything, and don’t let anything escape. It’s a taste I can only describe as Warrick Brown and I savour it, like it was the last time I'd ever get to taste it.

I let his softening cock fall from my mouth once he stops shuddering. His hands are still wrapped up in my hair when he directs me to look up at him. I regret not being able to see him come, but that was just fine, because I get to see this; a sweaty and spent Warrick. He was damn-near glowing.

"C'mere," he says, before forcing me to sit up straight and he crushes our lips together in a kiss that was more tongue and spit than anything.

"Gonna make you come so hard," he mutters against my mouth before shoving me back against the mattress again. I watch him retrieve a bottle of amber liquid from a drawer next to the bed. Crawling between my legs, he settles down on his stomach, looking at me like a cat who just nabbed a mouse.

I watch as his tongue poke from between those luscious lips of his and take a long lick of my cock. My head falls back and I moan loudly as he repeats this motion over and over and over again. This man was too amazing at giving head. Effortlessly he swallows me and does something with his tongue that makes me go cross-eyed. That's when I smell something new. It’s sweet and spicy all at the same time. I try to lift my head to see what Warrick was up to, but he does the tongue trick again, making me moan loudly and shut my eyes. His neighbours are definitely going to have something to talk about later.

One of my legs are lifted to rest on his shoulder and I feel one of his fingers rub around my entrance and gently push. I gasp a little when it slips in. He gently works it in and out of me, almost seeming like he was searching, but never neglecting the task still in his mouth. He finds what he was looking for when I feel that sharp spark run through my entire body. Warrick presses against it mercilessly as I give a half-sob. So close it hurt.

My back arches and I was sure I was yelling his name as I came. My whole world has come apart at the seams as I pour down Warrick's throat. I have a hard time catching my breath and need to fight to keep conscious. He kept his promise. That had been that hardest I had come for as long as I could remember.

Warrick crawls up to my face and gives me a gentle kiss. Covering us with a heavy quilt, he gathers me into his arms. My ear laying against his chest, as I listen to his heart beat.

"I'm glad I ran into you tonight," I hear him say.

"Yeah, I'm glad I wandered in there by accident," I reply softly.

"Sorry I kept you from you plans tonight."

"Fuck that! This was way better! You have no idea how long I've wanted something like this to happen!" I look up at his face.

"I think I can guess. Like I said, you can be pretty obvious." His smile makes me wanna start up round two, but I don’t. I’m perfectly content with snuggling with him.

"Hmmmm, and look where that got me." I kiss his lips lightly.

"And I'm not letting you go either."

"Wasn't planning on going anywhere. You're stuck with me."

"Good." I didn't think it was possible for us to be closer together, but somehow he shifted and it felt like it.

Warrick lightly scratches my scalp and I eventually fell asleep.