Title: Competition

Author: Tayla

Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Pairing: Gil/Greg

Rating: PG13

Category: Drama, Challenge, Snippet.

Status: Completed August 20, 2003

Archive: Yes to WWOMB/Peja. Yes to GSAS/Scarlet Rose. All others please ask

Feedback: Yes, please. All constructive criticism will be graciously accepted

Disclaimers: CSI and its characters belong to Anthony Zuiker and CBS broadcasting company.
The author makes no profit and no infringement is intended.

Authors Notes: One of Peja's first line challenges.

Summary: Gil and Greg talk about Heather.

Warnings: none

Competition
By Tayla

"Can I be your sex slave?"

"Excuse me?"

Greg grinned at his lover. They were sprawled out on his bed, sweaty and sated. Gil was just about to drop off to sleep. Until Greg asked that question.

"I forgot to get you a birthday present. And my car broke down so I'm a little short on cash this
month."

"So you want to be my sex slave?"

"Well, yeah. I've been thinking about it."

"Why?"

"Well, we had those two cases involving Lady Heather. And you seem to be fascinated by that
whole scene. I thought we could try it."

"I'm fascinated by people in general, and why they do the things they do. Not necessarily by this
particular behavior."

"But you are also captivated by Lady Heather. She dominates people for a living. I thought maybe you'd like to try it." He didn't look at Gil as he said this. He traced the pattern on the bedspread as he waited for the older man's response.

Gil looked closely at his young lover. Most people thought that Greg was a flake. Just a goofy lab
tech. But Gil knew that the young man felt things deeply. And he had hurt Greg deeply when he had spent the night with Heather.

He had been fascinated by her the first time they had met, but things had never gone too far. Since then, he had taken the chance and begun a relationship with Greg. And it was wonderful.
Greg was enthusiastic and exciting. With a zest for life and his own eccentric flairs.

Then there was that second case. Two of the Lady's employee's had been murdered. And Gil
had given in to his impulses and his curiosity and spent the night with Heather. Nothing had actually happened. Nothing sexual that is. They had talked all night and only shared one kiss. Greg had assumed that Gil had slept with her. Gil had explained and apologized. He thought that Greg had believed him. He thought they were back to good.

But Greg was young and sometimes insecure. Gil thought that this insecurity was most likely the
motivating factor for offering to be his sex slave. Not from any overwhelming desire on the young man's part to be dominated.

Gil reached out and gathered his lover close to him. To reassure him.

"Greg, I love you. I am so, so sorry that I made you doubt that, but you don't have to compete with her. There is nothing between Heather and me. I wish there was something I could do to make up

for ever making you doubt me."

"You want to make it up to me?" Greg looked up and grinned at his lover again.

"Yes."

His grin got very big then. Gil was a little afraid of that grin. The next words out of his mouth
justified his fears.

"Then, will you be my sex slave?"

END