Fic: Question of Territory, Chapter 3/3 (CSI / Without A Trace)
Title: Question of Territory, Chapter 3/3
Author: FinnishSphinx
Rating: PG
Fandom: CSI / Without A Trace
Pairings: Nick Stokes/ Greg Sanders, Danny Taylor/ Martin Fitzgerald
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: They are not mine, just using them for amusement...
Danny opened the door and took a long look at his visitor.
"Martin, are you drunk?"
"That`s a pretty dumb question." Martin slurred and stumbled into the apartment.
"And before you start the whole `no-drinking-in-front-of-a-recovering-alcoholic` crap,
I wanna say boo-freaking-hoo... Your the reason I wanted a drink and your also the
reason why I shouldn`t have one. You see the irony here?"
"Tell me you didn`t drive here yourself." Danny sighed.
"I couldn`t. The bartender took my car keys and got me a cab. And on the way I
thought I should drop by and check if you have recovered from your little fucathon."
"Your not making any sense."
"I heard you." Martin started giggling uncontrollably. "Must have been pretty good,
judging by the noises. I just wanted to know one thing...." Suddenly his face went
completely serious. "If you wanted to have sex with a guy... why him?"
Danny looked surprised. "I have no idea what you are talking about."
"You know what I`m talking about! I heard you and that guy getting it on in his hotel
room.Why him? What`s so special about him? Is he that good in bed? What the hell
does he have that I can`t give you?"
Danny approached him carefully. "Martin, listen to me. I have never slept with Greg.
I dropped him off at his hotel."
"Yeah right, I heard you!"
"Would you listen to me? Greg`s boyfriend came over from Vegas for the seminar,
so I left so they could have some time alone."
"But... I... " Martin slumped down to the couch and was silent for a minute. "I made
a complete fool of myself,didn`t I?"
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Martin knew he was paying for the previous night before he even opened his eyes. The
growing hangover was taking the form of a pounding headache, rumbling stomach and
a weird craving for celery. He carefully opened his eyes and realized he was in Danny`s
living room, laying on the couch.
"Feeling good?" Danny`s voice brought back the scene from last night. Martin had
come to Danny`s place, put on an embarrassing show and then passed out on the
couch. There was no way Danny would let him walk out of the apartment without
an explanation.
"You look like hell." Danny walked to the living room carrying two mugs of hot coffee,
and placed one in front of Martin. "Drink that, and then we`ll have a little chat."
"Thanks, but I really need to get going. I need to get fresh clothes for work and-"
Martin tried to get up from the couch, but Danny pushed him back.
"It`s Saturday."
"Oh.."
"You gave quite a performance last night."
"I did..?"
"And based on the look on your face, you do remember it, so don`t try to say you
don`t. I also confiscated your home keys, your wallet and your cell phone, so
don`t try to escape before I`m done with you."
"Okay..."
"First question. Why were you eavesdropping at the hotel?"
"I wasn`t eavesdropping! Greg forgot his cell phone to the office and I was
bringing it to him."
"Then why did you listen behind the door instead of knocking on it?"
"Because I could hear what was going on, and I didn`t want to interrupt."
"So, instead you listened."
"You make me sound like some creepy perv!"
"I`m just stating the facts. Why exactly were you so upset, when you thought
it was me in there?"
"I... I...I need more coffee.." Martin grabbed his mug and practically ran to the
kitchen.He leaned against the sink, banging his head against the cabinet door
over and over again.
That was when it happened. Two hands came from behind and wrapped
around his mid section. A warm body was pressed against him, Danny`s front
against Martin`s back.
"Why do you keep trying to escape?" Martin shivered when Danny`s lips were
pressed against his ear. "In the office you are always looking at me, but you
never do anything about it."
"You knew about that?"
"Fitzie, the whole office knew about that..." Danny`s hands moved lower and
started to unbutton Martin`s pants. "Your not exactly discreet . Especially when
you are checking out my ass." A hand snaked down to Martin`s boxers and
curled around his member.
"Well, it`s your fault...." Martin gasped as Danny`s hand skillfully stroked him.
"Your the one who keeps bending over tables, reaching for who knows what..."
"Would you like it better if I bend you over a table?" Danny placed small kisses
all over Martin`s neck. "Would you like that, Fitzie?"
"I..." Martin couldn`t get a word out anymore, he was simply too close to the
edge. With one single groan he came all over Danny`s hand.
"That was fast." Danny commented playfully. "Should I be flattered?"
"Yeah..." Martin panted. "I haven`t come that fast since I was a teenager."
"Think about it like this... If I can do that to you when you are still wearing your
pants, what can I do to you when I get you out of them..."
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Nick shed off the last of his clothing and leaped to the bed. "G! Did he answer
this time?" Greg`s friend hadn`t answered any of his calls over the weekend,
and Greg was getting worried. "Greggo, did you hear me?"
"Yeah, he answered this time." Greg put his phone back to his coat pocket.
It had been returned by a nice bartender from the hotel bar, who claimed the
original messenger was too drunk to press the buttons in the elevator.
"What the hell did he do all weekend?"
"According to him, he `had to punish a certain eavesdropper, who was really
asking for it`." He also said he had some things spread on his table so we
had to keep our conversation short. And don`t ask me to translate, I have no
idea of what he meant."