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Oscillate Wildly - Chapter 1
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Rating: PG-13/Teen (This and the next chapter only.)
Pairing: Gil Grissom/Greg Sanders
Challenge: The Gil Loves Greg First Anniversary Fest at the Gil Loves Greg LiveJournal community.
Spoilers: Pirates of the Third Reich, Lady Heather's Box, Slaves of Las Vegas
Warnings: Vague mention of kink so far, more explicit kink in later chapters.
Author's Note: Title taken from one of the only instrumental Smiths songs ever. And it took far too long to find said title.
"I am lost
So I am cruel
But I'd be love and sweetness
If I had you"
--Garbage - "Milk"
Greg didn't mind moonlighting at Heather's. And he was sorry about Zoe, sick about her death even if he hadn't known her. She was Heather's daughter and that made her dear to Greg. He'd temporarily been managing the Dominion for Heather while she made funeral arrangements and took time to grieve for her dead daughter.
But for all his love for Heather, he couldn't help but be jealous that Grissom would comfort her so easily. How many times had he treated Greg as though Greg was something stuck to the bottom of his shoe? Snatched his results from Greg's hands without even mumbling “Hello”, or required that some execrable task be completed in the name of science and justice?
Greg was blown through a glass window and for all of the care Grissom had shown him when he came back too damned soon, Greg might as well have died with some shard of glass knifing through a vital organ, or burnt to a crisp. How cruelly thoughtless had Grissom been to send him to the hospital to gather evidence from a burn victim? How very kind of Grissom to show up at the penultimate moment before Greg nearly choked on a sob, staring vacantly at the severed fingers of Tara Matthews through a clear plastic container.
That's why, when Grissom showed up at Lady Heather's Dominion, Greg was torn. On one hand, he wasn't the kind of man to hold a grudge forever, on the other, he felt entitled to exact a little revenge for the past sins Grissom had committed against him. Then again, he wasn't sure we wanted revenge so much as to be comforted by the same large, warm, capable hands that had comforted Heather, to be held by them and have his hair stroked by those clever fingers.
It went without saying that Heather didn't telegraph his position as interim Dominion Master, especially not to those he worked with in his vanilla life. It might have seemed strange that they should become such fast friends, so close that she trusted Greg with her livelihood, at least temporarily. But after his first few sessions with Heather they'd developed an easy rapport that had lingered until it finally blossomed into full-fledged friendship.
It took a few more sessions before they'd really understood that neither was what the other was looking for. Greg provided no mystery for Heather, as well as being too young for her tastes. As for Heather, Greg thought she was quite lovely, with her clear, sea-colored eyes and silky hair, but she was missing a few key ingredients. Namely a penis, but she also lacked the large, rough hands and silvered, steel-colored hair that he'd begun to think he might never eradicate from his fantasies.
He'd find out what Grissom wanted, and make his decisions when he knew better the circumstances with which he was dealing. For the time being, he would let Grissom suspect nothing.
-*-
Gil approached the door of The Dominion hesitantly. He didn't know what he was doing here, but he'd felt strangely compelled to visit after recent events had reawakened his long dormant desire for human contact.
He didn't know if Heather would be there. In fact, he was almost hoping that she wasn't available. He was still a little emotionally raw after having to stop her from possibly killing a suspect. He was glad for Heather's sake that the DA's office had declined to file charges, citing mitigating circumstances and possible public outcry, but he thought that perhaps their bridges had been well and truly burned by the whole ordeal.
Gil decided that since he was here, he might as well follow whatever bizarre path he'd set himself on, and deal with the consequences when they arose. It was better than sitting in his car outside The Dominion, at any rate. Not that he'd ever done that before.
-*-
Greg left his instructions with Lady Svetlana, the reception hostess for the evening, and retired to Heather's apartments. He was able to watch Grissom on the closed-circuit monitor in Heather's bedroom, and followed his progress from the check-in desk, up the stairs and into the room that Greg had specified.
Surveillance cameras were used only in public areas, and had only been installed since the death of Mona Taylor. Heather certainly cared about the discretion of her customers, but not at the expense of the lives of the men and women in her employ. Cameras and microphones were installed in the Red Room, and that room only, and it was offered at a premium to those guests who wanted a watchable token of their evening's festivities.
Grissom appeared nervous as he followed Svetlana to the Red Room. It was so named because the walls were lined with dark red velvet, the floor was a gorgeous shade of cherry wood and all of the non-specialized furniture was upholstered in satins, silks and velvets of the same hue as the walls.
Svetlana showed Gil where the various implements, instruments and supplies were located. She gave him a short tour of the various pieces of equipment, the living and sleeping areas as well as the en suite bathroom, then told him that someone would be with him shortly.
Gil waited.
-*-
Greg kept Grissom waiting. He took his time dressing in tight fitting black leather pants that looked like they'd been poured on, and paired them with heavy black leather boots. He didn't wear the clichéd leather vest of the stereotypical dominant, instead he wore a long sleeved black shirt made of pure silk. He mussed his hair to alter it enough from its current style so as not to be immediately recognizable, then donned a black half-mask big enough to cover his eyes and most of his nose.
Greg took a moment to look at himself in the full length mirrors set into the doors of Heather's ornately carved armoire, and judging himself suitably attired, he set off to even his score with Grissom.
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