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Oscillate Wildly - Chapter 3
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Rating: NC-17/Adults Only
Pairing: Gil Grissom/Greg Sanders
Spoilers: Pirates of the Third Reich, Lady Heather's Box, Slaves of Las Vegas
Warnings: BDSM elements
Author's Note: Here's the smut, as promised. I researched it and everything. Also, I've taken liberties with the order of the lyrics used in this chapter.
“All my life I've disappeared / tell myself it would get better / so...you lead me here / to Chapel Perilous I enter...”
A familiar knock on the door alerted Gil to Christoffer's return. “Come in,” he said. Gil wasn't sure what would happen next, but he felt calm, almost serene. Normally, Gil was a creature of habit and only liked surprise when it was neatly and safely packaged as the result of a controlled experiment. But now that he'd made his decision, Gil felt there was no more reason to fear the unknown.
Greg approached Grissom, devouring him with his eyes.
“I trust you're amenable to the study and practice of the more common things you'll need to know about domination and submission?”
Gil's eagerness to learn was betrayed by a quick, almost breathless, “Yes.”
Greg sat on the crimson sofa and motioned for Gil to do the same. He turned to face Gil and said, “First, you'll need to know about proper forms of address. It's a little like being in the military. Always address your dominant by his chosen title, and always ask for permission to do anything. Disappointing your master by forgetting etiquette is sure to end a session prematurely or earn you a punishment.”
Gil nodded.
“I prefer that my submissives call me “Sir”.”
Gil tested the name, looking at Christoffer as he repeated, “Sir.”
“Very good. And I prefer to call my submissives “Pet”. Is that acceptable?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very good, Pet. I was tired of calling you Mr. Grissom, anyway. Too much like Agent Smith in The Matrix.”
Which was yet another movie that Gil hadn't seen, so the reference was lost on him. But Christoffer smiled warmly at him, so he simply basked in the radiance of that smile and didn't respond.
Greg patted the cushion next to him. “Come here, Pet.”
“Sir?” Gil asked, confused.
“We have a lot of ground to cover. I'd like it if you weren't so far away while we talk.” Greg wasn't immune to Grissom's unconscious allure. It was, after all, the reason he'd even considered traveling down a path that should been marked with bright yellow warning signs, all neatly inscribed with phrases like “Here be monsters!” and “Danger! Really Bad Idea Ahead!”. And keeping Grissom physically near allowed Greg to continue his leisurely seduction.
-*-
“And the mouth that took the breath from me / left my tongue a burning desert / I must kiss so hard it bleeds I will bring the rains to wet it / Take me, guide my hand, take me in...”
They went over basic positions and scenarios until Greg was sure that Grissom had them down pat. It helped that Grissom was was a quick study, though Greg doubted Grissom had ever thought he'd be using his brilliant mind to memorize the traditions and rituals of submission.
“Would you feel comfortable practicing what you've learned so far, Pet? I find that matching words to actions often helps reinforce a new sub's training.”
“I think so, Sir.”
Greg leaned forward and gently cupped Grissom's jaw in his hand, letting his fingers play against the soft tickle of Grissom's beard. He looked into Grissom's eyes intently. “I need you to be sure, Pet. This is reality, not a dream. Situations may not play out exactly as you intend them, and you may often have no choice but to see them through. Most masters are conscientious, but look at what happened to Mona Taylor. Some dominants don't use or heed safewords. You need to choose carefully.”
Greg hadn't meant to be quite so fierce in making his point to Grissom. But he didn't think he could live with himself if something happened to Grissom because he hadn't made it clear to that bad things could and did happen when you trusted the wrong people. The irony wasn't lost on Greg, he was fully aware that he intended to have his bit of fun at Grissom's expense, but he didn't think it would be as harmful as Grissom being killed or injured by some incompetent fool.
Gil was a little taken aback by Christoffer's impassioned plea for him to consider his own safety when choosing a dominant. Gil knew that he sometimes rushed into dangerous situations without thinking about the consequences, knew he had a bad habit of doing so, actually. He wondered if Christoffer might be able to read him that deeply, if he was always so obvious to those who cared to look long enough.
Gil drew in a calming breath, and said, “I'm sure. I want this, Sir.” He offered Christoffer a brave smile.
Greg's resolve fractured for a split second at the sight of Grissom's fearless smile. He couldn't stop himself from curling his fingers around Grissom's cheek, leaning forward and crashing his lips against Grissom's. It wasn't a gentle kiss at first; it was all teeth and warring tongues until Greg tilted his head to a different angle. Then their lips met in a flurry of soft, slow kisses, until at last they separated, breathlessly.
-*-
“And all the blessings of the world / could not heal the sadness in me / as poppies in the light unfurl / so might I, if truth shined near me / Take me, guide my hand, take me in..”
Greg hadn't expected to lose control that way. But he could understand it, quantify it. Looking at Grissom, he wondered who, really, would have been able to resist that face, those lips, when that person was being given the gift of Grissom's beatifically serene expression in those moments before they'd kissed.
Greg stroked Grissom's lips softly, then drew his hand away. “That was nice, Pet. Thank you.”
“You're welcome, Sir.”
“Shall we return to the matter at hand, then, now that we've proven ourselves chemically compatible?”
Gil's tone was far more confident this time around. “Yes, Sir.”
“Then I'll put you through your paces for the next little while.” Greg again offered his hand, and drew Grissom into the the Red Room's open area.
“Are you comfortable removing your clothes? It's typical for most submissives to remain nude, occasionally with some small bit of ornamentation or clothing to enhance the appearance. Most often the submissive is fitted with a collar, and sometimes cuffs.”
Oh, well, in for a penny, in for a pound, Gil thought. There really was no turning back now. “I'm a little apprehensive about being naked, Sir. But willing to do it.”
“Thank you for your honesty, Pet. No need to worry. You've got nothing to be ashamed of, and I'm certain I'm not going to be the only one who feels that way. Carry on, then.”
Gil disrobed reluctantly, folding his clothes neatly as Christoffer watched him with an appreciative expression on his face.
Greg catalogued Grissom's naked body. He wasn't thin, but he wasn't fat either. It was more accurate to say that Grissom was stocky, but that had never discouraged Greg, especially when the guy had an ass like Grissom's. Oh, how he'd fantasized about that ass.
“That wasn't so bad, was it, Pet?”
“No, Sir.” Grissom found the room a little chilly now that there was no barrier between his skin and the air, but he wasn't unduly embarrassed to be nude. Maybe it was due to the fact that Christoffer didn't treat him any differently than when he'd been fully clothed.
Christoffer pinned Gil in place with a look, and said sternly, “Stay where you are. I'll be right back.”
Greg returned from the living area with a small black box, and held it at his side. “Position 1, Pet.”
Gil stood at attention with his arms behind behind his back, each hand clasping the opposite wrist, eyes downcast as he'd been instructed.
“Well done, Pet. I'm proud of your obedience and your ability to put into action what you've been taught.”
Greg approached Grissom, circling him slowly, reveling in the submission he offered. Greg stopped in front of him and opened the black box, which he held out so that Grissom could see it. It was a typical jewelry box, the kind an expensive necklace might come in, but when it was opened Gil could see that there was a collar inside instead. It was a thick black collar, plain leather with a buckle on the back and a d-ring on the front.
Greg held the box up to Grissom, offering him the collar. “Do you accept my collar, Pet? Do you accept my dominance over you for the time that you're in The Dominion?”
Gil felt light-headed, the desire to say “yes” nearly overwhelmed him. Nothing in his life had ever felt quite so right as this one act of submission. “Yes,” he said hoarsely, emotion coloring his voice.
Greg had never felt so powerful, so in control with any of his other submissives. There was only the faintest tinge of guilt overlaying his pleasure, and he fleetingly wondered if he might be wrong to let Grissom think he was someone else. Then it was gone.
-*-
“Position 2, Pet. Hands on your thighs, palms up.”
Gil lowered himself to his knees as gracefully as he could, kneeling on a soft scarlet pillow.
“Are you ready to learn some new things?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then it's time for your first sex lesson.” Gil was jolted out of the beginnings of what Christoffer had taught him was “subspace”, and his head shot up.
“Oh, Pet. You remember the rule about not looking up unless given permission? I'm afraid you'll have to be punished for this little faux pas. But don't worry, I prefer the punishment to fit the crime and this is a very minor error on your part.”
Greg locked eyes with Grissom, mischief evident in his tone. “That'll have to wait, though, because we're going to be busy with something else.”
As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. Christoffer called out for the their visitor to enter, and when the door opened to admit a young man of approximately Christoffer's age and height, Gil found himself wishing he were allowed to cover himself at least a little. He didn't want to earn more punishment, though, so he stayed in position and kept his hands where they were. There was nothing he could do but try his best to appear nonchalant about being nude in front of a stranger. Ah, yes, that old Catholic guilt rears its ugly head, Gil thought.
Greg called Alex over and introduced him to Grissom. “Pet, this is Alex, he's a submissive here at The Dominion. I've asked him here to assist with the demonstration.”
Gil thought it was a little awkward having to look up to acknowledge the introduction, but Alex didn't seem to take offense. He looked at Gil curiously, but didn't ask any questions. After getting a better look at the man, Gil wasn't so self-conscious. Alex's only article of clothing was an impossibly short leather skirt that did little to his masculine charms. His collar was the same as Gil's, with the exception of a leash attached to the d-ring.
Christoffer looked at Gil. “You have permission to look anywhere you choose for the next half hour, Pet. You'll find that permission useful,” he said cryptically.
Gil tried to listen as Christoffer told him not to move out of position, but his mind was was occupied by the spectacle in front of him. He watched as Christoffer took an armless wooden chair and set it down three feet away from him, then leaned back in it, making sure to splay his long, lean legs to the sides. The anticipation of this unknown demonstration was sheer torment.
Greg motioned for Alex to stand at his side, then leaned over to whisper in his ear. Alex knelt in front of Greg and offered the leash to his master. “Pay close attention, Pet,” and Greg made sure that he had Grissom's full attention, “Alex is going to demonstrate the fine art of giving head. You'll want to learn as much as possible through careful observation of his techniques.”
Gil's cock was hard the minute he heard Christoffer utter the words “giving head”. It was all he could do not to groan with frustration. Is he trying to kill me? Gil thought.
Greg enjoyed seeing Grissom squirm. He cherished the sight of his supervisor kneeling, quivering with need and entirely at his mercy. “Don't touch yourself, Pet. And even if you've somehow mastered the art of tantric sex and can orgasm without being touched, you aren't to come without permission. Remember that. If you behave yourself, I may take pity on you and let you have a little relief when your lesson is over.” That should do quite nicely, thought Greg.
“Alex,” Greg said, stroking his hair gently, “you may begin.” Greg exhaled as Alex's hands found purchase on warm, leather clad thighs and circled ever upward until they reached the zipper to Greg's pants. Greg's eyes were on Grissom, taking in the naked desire painted on his face. As Alex freed his swollen prick from the confines of its leather prison, though, Greg could only concentrate on the sensation of Alex's hand stroking him teasingly. His head fell back against the chair and he sucked in a ragged breath.
It had been a long time since anyone had touched Greg so intimately, and even then it had been Alex. Greg found Alex to be an ideal submissive, but Alex was smart enough to know Greg wasn't interested in anything other than the physical aspects of what they could experience together. Alex considered it a great shame for Greg to pine hopelessly over someone who didn't or couldn't see how wonderful he was. He steadfastly refused, however, to get involved in the tragically romantic love lives of his friends any further than to offer consolation or comfort. He only hoped that Greg wouldn't do anything to ruin this opportunity.
Gil was entranced by the sight of Alex unfastening Christoffer's pants and pulling his cock free. Gil could only marvel at the scene before him, and writhe helplessly as his erection bobbed against his stomach. The need to touch his aching dick was overwhelming, but he'd learned from his last failure to obey instructions and he didn't want to heap more punishment upon himself.
Greg groaned as Alex licked the tip of his cock, warm, wet tongue playing against the sensitive underside. Greg's thoughts drifted to images of a kneeling Grissom performing this same act, worshipping his cock with soft kisses, tongue and mouth driving him into a frenzy of lust. As Alex sucked along the length of his penis from the tip to the base, Greg became more impatient and tugged imperiously on the leash attached to Alex's collar. Alex knew that signal, knew that Greg wanted him to get on with it, but he couldn't resist the urge to tease Greg a little more, ghosting his lips over Greg's balls. There was another tug on the leash and he knew that Greg would make him regret not following a direct order if he didn't comply soon. Though, he really didn't mind so much when Greg punished him. Hard not to . With a smirk on his lips that Grissom couldn't see, Alex bent to engulf Greg's erection with hot suction and dancing tongue.
For a moment, Gil entertained himself with images of Greg, head thrown back, lips parted and muscles tensed as he enjoyed the enthusiastic blowjob that Gil was giving him. Gil's cock twitched with these taboo thoughts, and he offered a silent curse to Christoffer for forcing him view this display of sheer carnality while not being allowed to participate or satisfy the insistent throbbing of his hard-on.
Alex alternated between sucking and stroking Greg's cock, sliding his other hand up to cup Greg's balls. He could feel the telltale trembling in Greg's thighs that always preceded an orgasm, so he quickened his pace. Greg panted, lost in glorious visions of Grissom writhing under him, begging him for permission to come, Grissom on his knees, prostrate, accepting Greg's cock in his ass as though it were the natural order of things. His climax slammed into him with unexpected force; a low, guttural moan escaped Greg's parted lips and he came, his vision greying out as waves of ecstasy washed over him until he was aware of nothing save the pounding of his own heart.
Gil was spellbound by the intimacy of what he'd just witnessed, aroused by the sexual nature of the act, humbled by the submission and affection that Alex had offered Christoffer. He wanted those same things for himself, wanted to offer those same things to someone. To Christoffer? Perhaps. To Greg? Absolutely.
As Greg regained his senses following the fantastic orgasm Alex (and his fantasy version of Grissom) had wrung from him, he pulled Alex to him and kissed him thoroughly, tasting the bitter-salt flavor of his ejaculate on Alex's tongue. He dragged Alex with him as he stood up, only ending the kiss as he stepped back to straighten his clothes and tuck his softening cock back into his pants. Greg stroked Alex's cheek tenderly and thanked him for his assistance. He walked Alex to the door, then shut it softly when when he and Gil were alone again.
Walking back to where Grissom still knelt, Greg asked, “Did you enjoy watching us, Pet? Did you do your best to observe and learn?” Then he crouched down beside Grissom, glancing down at his unflagging erection and whispered in his ear, “Would you like to come, Pet?”
Christoffer's hot breath fluttered against Gil's neck as though it had been a physical caress. Gil groaned with desperate need, but he didn't look up. “Yes...please, Sir.”
Greg wasn't disappointed at having to remind Grissom of their earlier lessons on etiquette; he was, in fact, quite pleased to have rendered Grissom incapable of anything more than begging. Greg tilted Grissom's face upward so that his eyes were visible. “Isn't there a correct way to ask for things, Pet?”
“Sir, please, may I be allowed to come?” Gil looked at Christoffer's face, trying to gauge his expression behind the mask.
“That's better, Pet.” Greg looked down at Grissom with unexpected longing, glad that the mask hid much of his face. “Yes, Pet, you may.” Greg pulled the discarded chair into position about a foot in front of Grissom and sat down again. “But take your time, I want to watch.”
Damn, Gil thought. No way in hell I'll be able to draw this out with him sitting right there, not after watching him come right in front of me. Gil sank further down into the pillow, back arched as he began languidly stroking his cock. Gil's tongue crept out from between his lips as he concentrated on delaying his gratification. One hand teased his nipples as the other caressed his cock with a steady, even tempo. Gil avoided the tip, except to catch a little pre-cum on his fingers to use as lubricant. His eyes slid shut, and he shivered, thinking of Christoffer leering at him from only a few inches away. Maybe he'd always had this exhibitionist streak hidden inside, all he knew was that his arousal burned brighter and hotter knowing that Christoffer's attention was focused solely on him.
The blissful expression on Grissom's face, and the thought that he'd had a hand in causing that look, thrilled Greg to his core. He barely suppressed the impulse to lean in and kiss Grissom senseless; only the knowledge that it would ruin his efforts at training Grissom and destroy any semblance of self-control he might still possess kept him from doing so. Greg watched as Grissom struggled to obey him, to not rush headlong down the path to completion. If Greg hadn't already come, he'd be sorely tempted to bend Grissom over the back of the same chair he was sitting on and fuck him mercilessly until the two of them were spent and boneless.
Gil was finding it increasingly difficult to hold back; the need to come was maddening. His breathing was labored, his hand flying over the soft, warm skin of his cock. He twisted his wrist with each stroke, curling his fingers around the head, while his other hand tugged gently at his balls. He tried to stave off his climax as long as possible; Gil's tightly bowed body and a barely stifled moan were the only signs of his orgasm when it finally hit, cocooning him in a euphoric haze, his semen jetting up over his fist and spattering the floor at Christoffer's feet.
Greg had never seen anything more beautiful than the sight of Grissom's face as his orgasm overcame him. Greg gave him a little time calm down, stroking his face tenderly while waiting for his ragged breathing to even out. “Well done, Pet. You followed your instructions so well that I've decided to postpone your punishment until you've had time to rest. Is this acceptable?”
Gil looked up at Christoffer through his lashes, his face showing a combination of exhaustion and satiation. “More than acceptable, Sir. May I be allowed to lie down now?”
“Of course, Pet,” Greg said, and helped Grissom to his feet. Greg led him to the soft, inviting bed and pulled back the covers, then helped him climb in and covered him up. He kissed Grissom on the forehead and murmured, “Sleep well, Pet.”
Gil wanted to analyze everything that had happened, but he was exhausted from emotional upheaval and physical exertion. Instead, his eyes closed against his will and he drifted gently into unconsciousness.
Greg waited until he was sure Grissom was sleeping, then made his escape. He wasn't sure how to proceed, because the Grissom he'd come to know in the last few hours was different from the Grissom who hadn't seemed to care about anyone. He wasn't sure he could keep lying to him about who he was, or what he wanted from their encounter. He needed time to think.
Gil slept, and dreamt of Greg.
“The hand that left its mark on me
Is the only hand to heal me
All the gates to paradise
Barred, bolted, all locked to me
Take me, guide my hand, take me in...
And here in Chapel Perilous
Kings are made and lives are ended
I will learn to trust my love
Until the bonds we sever
Are mended
Take me, guide my hand, take me in...”
-- Glen Phillips - “Chapel Perilous”
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