The One

Chapter 3
Title: The One
Author: WarpedMindedYaoi + NightmareAhead
Chapter: 3/?
Pairing: Nick/Greg (CSI)
Warnings: male/male sex, angst, little bit of self-mutilation
Summary: When you finally meet 'the one' can you feel it?
Notes: This is a role-play between Warped and Nightmare. Warped = Nick Stokes. Nightmare = Greg Sanders.
Disclaimer: These characters don’t belong to us. We do not make money from this. We are just having fun.


Greg sat up and starred in shock at the man before him.

"...Nick? What's wrong, cowboy?" he asked, making sure to use his new pet-name in the hopes of calming him down.

He got off the bed and started to slowly walk towards Nick with his hands up, showing that he wasn’t armed in a sense. The feeling of cum rushing out of his hole and down his leg was strange, but he ignored it in favor of his lover.

Nick shook his head, "No! You fucking ruined it! I wanted my first time with you to be special! But, it wasn't! It was a-a fuck to you!"

'He needs to go away!' He screamed in his head.

"Get out of here Sanders! I mean it! I will beat the living shit out of you if you don't leave! Please?!" He wouldn't really hurt Greg, but he wanted him to leave. He needed to think.

He stepped towards Greg and shoved him, "Get. Out. Now. Or I will call the fucking police!" He threatened.

Greg fell to the floor from the shove and looked up with tears in his eyes at the man he was basically falling in love with. He stayed like that on the floor looking up with tears running down his face, trying to understand what had just happened.

Before he had the chance to start hysterically crying he got up, threw on his clothes and ran out the door.

He threw-up outside of his car before getting in. He heard of people being so upset they did that, he just didn’t think something would ever upset him that much.

Once he was in his car, he couldn’t stop himself from curling up into a ball and bawling. He couldn’t breath, he was shaking like a leaf, tears and snot were running down his face, and he still had cum leaking out of him. He was a mess.

Nick cried as he collapsed on the floor. "Why me?" He sobbed, covering his face.

The look on Greg's face made Nick want to hug him and comfort him in any way possible, but he couldn't. Greg would probably never forgive him now.

The Texan crawled to his bathroom and climbed into the tub, turning on the cold water and just laying there, taking all the pain, all the hurt, and confusion, and letting it out as he screamed and yelled. He deserved to be hurt, and ignored by Greg forever.

'I... told him I wanted our first time special, but he didn't care! Why didn't he care!' He cried to himself.

Eventually he fell asleep, but only after turning off the water. He curled up, his skin red, his eyes puffy.

~!~

Greg had ended up passing out from lack of oxygen, but he awoke a couple of hours later. He made his way home and called in to the lab to let them know he wouldn’t be at work the next day. 
Making his way to the shower he paused at his junk-draw to take out a razor. Once in the shower he stared at the object in his hand, contemplating what to do. He hadn’t cut himself since high school but he just felt so numb, he needed to feel something.

He watched the red run down the drain along with the scalding hot water as if it were a strange unknown object. Feeling a bit lightheaded, he shut off the water and stumbled to his bed before passing out for the second time that day.

~!~

A couple of days later:

Nick felt sick, his nose was stuffy and he felt like he was going to be ill, but he needed the money, he had to go to work.

He got out of bed, which smelled like him and Greg still, but he tried to ignore it as he took a quick shower and drove by McDonalds to get breakfast. Then got to work within 10 minutes.

He was dreading work today, he knew Greg would be there... and he knew that Greg would hate him forever, but he couldn't just apologize, he had pushed Greg, forced him out of his place.

He got in and the first place he ended up was Greg's lab. He walked in casually, more terrified than anything.

"What did ya get for my first vic from a couple days ago?" His voice cracked as he looked at the floor, he sniffed sadly, and bit his bottom lip, holding the onslaught of tears threatening to fall.

Greg didn’t move from where he was looking into the microscope except to make sure that his long sleeved shirt was covering his wrists. So far, no one had commented on him wearing it in 100+ degree weather, which he was thankful for.

He lifted a file and held his arm out towards Nick, still not looking away from the microscope and not saying anything. The man could read everything in the file; he didn’t need Greg to tell him what it says.

Nick looked up and took the file; he saw a small flash of red on Greg's skin and held in a panicked look.

"Greg..." He swallowed, "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I just...I wanted the first time with a guy, especially you, to be perfect, special," he said quickly, then grabbed the folder and walked, practically ran, out of the room and to somewhere else, anywhere else.

Greg finally looked up to where Nick just ran out with emotionless eyes.

He still felt numb, the only time he seemed to feel anything was when he was in physical pain.

Wrapping a hand around his wrist, he squeezed and twisted his hand around it, causing the cuts to send out a jolt of pain.

A few minutes after he started to work again he noticed a puddle of blood on the table where is arm was, he must have reopened some of the cuts. He cursed and got up to get something to clean it up.

Walking down the hall gripping his still bleeding wrist, he didn’t notice the small trail of blood he was leaving. He entered the bathroom and put his arm in the sink to clean off the blood. It wouldn’t stop coming, it seemed he not only reopened them, he made them deeper. He felt his eyes roll into the back of his head before he fell to the floor.

The only thought that ran through his mind before he was out cold was that it was his own damn fault.

TBC…

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