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"Absolve your debt," Grissom whispered. I watched those lips move and felt something surge in my blood, leaning down and brushing my lips across his. 'God, if you don't want this...' I kept my hands at my sides, the kiss chaste, a light tremor running though my body, feeling him respond oh so gently. When we let go of each other, it was like seeing him for the first time through a different set of eyes; face slightly flushed, eyes lit in reigned passion, hand still on my face. "I think you need to remember," he said, smirk in place. "About what Natasha said about instinct."

I blushed, looking away but that steady hand brought me back. "Instinct..." I whispered, reaching to grab his hip, pulling him closer. "I'm still learning." The heat of contact made him inhale, the control he so valued slipping. "Even when it was you, Natasha, and myself...I never saw you slip. Your instinct is controlled." My other hand ran down his side, skin alabaster in contrast to my darkness, warm, solid but giving a little. "Grissom...sometimes I wish I was you."

The hand on my cheek moved to my shoulder, squeezing, feeling his heart beat a little faster inside his chest; we were that close. "No you don't," he whispered back seriously and suddenly he was kissing me again, just as gentle as before but more insistent. 'I'm going to do this right,' I promised and regained control, molding his hips under my hands, feeling him submit slightly. The button on his slacks gave away and I gripped the zipper, erection pulsing as material pooled at his feet, him stepping out of them. "We gotta get you some new clothes, Gris; you're swimming in the ones you have," I chuckled, stepping back to look at him.

"I don't think clothes are in high demand right now," he snickered as I guided him to the bed, his body laying casually before me. "Yeah, that's true," I said simply, sitting next to him stroking the inside of his thigh. A low moan exited his lips, him propping his hands behind him so his chest was spread before me. I leaned forward, licking the skin, finding that he smelled and tasted clean, like soap and detergent. It was like I was worshiping a warrior angel, fallen but still strong and pure. I could tell he wanted to touch me but to do that, he'd fall back on the bed, breaking contact. And he didn't want that. "Warrick..."

My tongue snaked out of my mouth, licking the tip of his dusky brown nipple, breath leaving his body. "Gil," I said softly. When did my voice get so low? "Just be calm..." A whine, short and low greeted my ears and I laughed a little, a purr rumbling in my chest. The muscles in his stomach trembled beneath the skin as my hand drifted lower still, towards his erection which strained hard, precum sitting like a jewel on top of the head. My fingers wrapped around him, his skin feather soft, burning hot, and he moaned, one hand leaving the bed to move over my back, kneading the muscles there. I spared a look up at his face and smiled, seeing his usual controlled visage broken, lids half open to spare a slice of blue which stared back at me, face flushed, mouth slack.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" I whispered and felt him gasp as I began to move my hand, gripping hard but not too hard. The blood in his cock pulsed and I nipped at the skin of his neck, not enough to break the skin but enough to cause him to hiss in pleasure, the tips of his fingers digging into my shoulders. Moving Grissom's body gently so he was sitting in my lap, my hand never stopping, stroking the same slow speed as before. Back pressed against my chest, his scent and the scent of sex swirling around us, it was hard to ignore my own erection but I had to; this was something that I needed to do.

Grissom leaned his head back, exposing his throat and I growled, teeth flashing as I bit down where his neck met his shoulder, this time hard enough to draw blood, feeling him whimper then moan as I licked the crimson stuff away with slow licks. 'Why in the hell did I do that?' I wondered silently, rolling the coppery taste around in my mouth. 'I guess I just didn't think...instinct...killer one at that.' "God..." he whispered, barely audible and I smiled, watching his reflection, our reflection, the mirror across the room. 'A couple we make, huh?' I thought, ruefully, keeping my strokes timed, still slow despite the jerking of his hips that insisted I speed up. 'I want to know what's there, I want to see what's on the inside...'

"Warrick..." Grissom swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'm...I'm close." His voice sounded so unsure, so un-Grissom like and I nodded, licking the rim of his ear. "I know," I answered and grabbed one of the plastic cups that the maids had left. "I want you to." I gripped him harder until I felt his heartbeat through his cock, finally racing at a level equal to my own, a muted howl passing from his lips. His eyes flew open, appearing shocked as his orgasm hit, thick white ropes pumping from his cock and into the cup, his breath freezing in lungs. Tilting his head, I locked his lips in a kiss again as he panted, my hands memorizing his body in long, loving strokes.

After a few minutes, I pulled back, staring into those eyes, forever calm and patient. It was then I realized that he didn't really have a mask, at least not around us and Natasha; he was just cautious about who he shared his feelings with, his heart. "Do you have your answer?" Grissom asked quietly and I nodded. "Yeah, Gris, I have it," I replied, sitting the cup back on the nightstand. "Debt absolved. I think you need some rest..." I heard him chuckle quietly as he closed his eyes, the city sparkling as the sky continued to dim. "It's only 8 but...I guess so," Grissom said, drifting out of consciousness, body going lax.

I should move him. I should. But I'm not going to. I just sit there, absentmindedly running my fingers through his slightly curly hair and watched the moon rise over the alien cityscape, smiling a little. 'It maybe the last time that I lay like this but you know what? It's ok...it's ok.' With a final kiss to the top of his head, I wrap my arms around his torso, closing my eyes, falling asleep, purring a little and not noticing the tiny smirk on Grissom's face as I did so.

Morning caught Grissom's eyes before Warrick's and he yawned, blinking. The warm body next to me wasn't Natasha but my co-worker and I felt a smirk twist my lips. 'Well, of course, Natasha isn't this big,' I reflected and raised a hand to the bite mark on my neck. 'He's a man and men are much more violent...' I thought of my smaller lover, how hard she fought in everything and I shook my head. 'No, not more violent, just different.'

They had come together for mutual satisfaction but would it be the last time? Sometime during the night, they had changed positions, laying next to each other, Warrick's calloused hand in the dip of his side. 'And how far would we go?' my mind asked silently.

For the first time, I had no answer.

Slowly, the darker man turned over, grunting slightly and Grissom smiled. 'Playing restless sleeper? Too bad for you that I know you're hard, probably thinking about the four of us, Natasha, Catherine, and I, in some uncompromising positions,' he mused and reached his arm around, touching Warrick's thigh as he pleasured himself, feeling him start. "Gris..."

"Shh...you didn't get to finish last night," I whispered and pushed him onto his back gently, running my eyes across his body, resting on his glistening erection. "It's fine."

Warrick looked at me helplessly, swallowing. "I want...I don't want to have...to owe you," he said, hands frozen.

"You didn't owe me in the first place..."

"But I'll still feel--"

"That's the problem. You're not feeling enough."

Despite the situation, Warrick grinned. "Some would say that's your problem," he said slyly and I laughed, watching him look up at me in amazement. "I'm feeling plenty now," I replied in a deep voice, my penis hardening to life, straddling his thighs. His green met my blue and he shook his head. "Gris, what are we doing?" he pleaded, looking for an answer as well. Making a choice, I leaned forward, kissing him just as innocently as before, smearing his precum on my stomach. Warrick's hands left where they were to settle on my hips, heavy and comfortable and I pulled back, staring down at him.
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