Fic: Unquenchable 2/5
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Title: Unquenchable
Author: Yahola
Spoilers: Kill Switch
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Horatio/Ryan (slash)
Summary: Horatio has an eye-opening revelation, faces temptation and fights some character flaws until he comes up with a plan.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters...
Author’s Note: Thanks to octobertwelfth, who betaed this :)
Chapter Two
The corpse of Claire Mills had been dragged through the gigantic air vent shaft, so the natural thing for any CSI was to search it for any traces left.
Wolfe had taken the grid off the shaft and looked at him, waiting for instructions.
“Mr. Wolfe, I’ll be right behind you.“
“My pleasure, H.” Wolfe smirked and disappeared in the dim-lit passage.
Caine frowned and crawled after him on all fours, feeling like a primitive animal. All the while Wolfe’s ass was tantalizingly in slapping reach and Caine clenched his teeth as feelings stirred that he had kept behind rigidly locked bars of control. To keep it this way, Caine took the lead at the earliest moment possible.
When the main passage allowed them to walk, it narrowed and widened at irregular intervals. Whenever it slimmed down and Ryan stepped around Horatio to check evidence, their bodies rubbed against each other, and the physical contact rattled the barriers Caine was so eager to maintain. When Wolfe bumped into him again, Horatio couldn’t help but wonder if Wolfe was doing this on purpose.
But the young man seemed so self-conscious every time he brushed against him, that Horatio ignored the delicious heat from Wolfe’s body, willed his cock to think of other things and dismissed his theory as invalid - until out of the corners of his eyes he saw the smirk on Ryan’s face and the expression in his eyes.
They issued a silent challenge, “Want to fuck?”
Caine gave him the piercing look that he reserved for suspects and Wolfe blushed, visible even in the semi-darkness that the scare neon lights provided.
Metal rattled on metal. Both drew their gun, stood back to back, alert for any sign of danger.
The danger outwitted them.
A hidden metal door blew open right next to them. It hit Horatio square in the chest, knocking him off his feet and burying him beneath it. He groaned; and his breathing struggled against the pain in his chest. His gun had slipped from his fingers and was lying out of reach, but with the door on top of him, he was incapacitated. The damn thing blocked his view, too, but he heard grunts, a yell and general sounds of battle. Come on; push it off, get into action! His arms trembled from the strain. He couldn’t do it; it was too heavy.
Ryan cried out for help weakly and that activated Horatio’s last reserves. With a gigantic effort, he shoved the door to the side and off his body. He rolled, grabbed his gun and took in the battle before him.
Ryan was on the floor, pinned down by a massive goon who held a crowbar in both hands and was pressing it down on Ryan’s throat. Ryan was struggling against him, gasping for breath, his color turning to a red shade.
Caine aimed. “MDPD, this is your last warning!”
The suspect hesitated.
“Step aside!”
That spun the criminal into action. However, instead of surrendering, he attempted to end what he had begun; now swinging the crowbar.
Caine pulled the trigger and the bullet slammed into the attacker with deadly force. The man fell onto Ryan and Horatio rushed over. He checked if the attacker was dead and shoved his corpse off Wolfe.
The young man rolled onto his side, coughing. Horatio gently held him while Ryan massaged his throat. “Thanks.” After a few deep breaths, his face color returned to normal and Ryan looked up.
His hazel eyes locked with Horatio’s, asking without words. With the wave of adrenaline coursing through him and nobody observing them, Horatio’s self control shattered. He lunged forward and claimed those trembling lips. Arms pulled him closer, a hard on pressed against his body - the body’s natural reaction to suffocation - and Horatio was all too willing -
The sound of rushing footfall alerted him and he let go of the heated body and sweet, surrendering lips. He shifted in front of Ryan, gun ready.
Patrol, emergency responders and Frank rushed towards them. Horatio relaxed, he must have called for back-up, though he didn’t remember doing it, and kneeled down once more. “Monroe, corner Fourth, one hour after shift’s end.”
Then the people crowded them, checked their safety and Frank ushered him away from Ryan, gently pushing his hand away from the young man’s shoulder. Caine was sure that his face went bright red but nobody asked and even Frank mistook the blush on his face as a heated flush, whatever.
His fingers dove into his pockets to retrieve his shades but came out empty. Glass crushed under his left foot, and he knew before looking down that he had found them. He picked the ruined remnants up - one glass was missing and the other had a break looking like a cobweb. Putting it on would be absurd.
They checked them both for wounds, swapped and bagged evidence. Both Caine and Wolfe gave a short report of the events. Caine insisted that they rode back to the lab in different cars, knowing that IAB would be asking if deadly force had been necessary and he wanted to avoid giving the impression of having influenced Ryan in any way--
--so he slipped into the passenger seat of the Hummer. “Eric.”
“H.” Eric gave him a once over; satisfied that H was still in one piece, he turned the ignition.
Horatio watched in the rear mirror of the Hummer as Frank ushered Ryan into his car. Silence filled the Hummer for the entire ride back to the lab. Horatio rubbed his eyes, a sign of insecurity, something he felt he could do because he and Eric had been working side by side for years. Eric always understood when he shouldn’t ask questions. Right now, Horatio had no answers, not even for himself.
Title: Unquenchable
Author: Yahola
Spoilers: Kill Switch
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Horatio/Ryan (slash)
Summary: Horatio has an eye-opening revelation, faces temptation and fights some character flaws until he comes up with a plan.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters...
Author’s Note: Thanks to octobertwelfth, who betaed this :)
Chapter Two
The corpse of Claire Mills had been dragged through the gigantic air vent shaft, so the natural thing for any CSI was to search it for any traces left.
Wolfe had taken the grid off the shaft and looked at him, waiting for instructions.
“Mr. Wolfe, I’ll be right behind you.“
“My pleasure, H.” Wolfe smirked and disappeared in the dim-lit passage.
Caine frowned and crawled after him on all fours, feeling like a primitive animal. All the while Wolfe’s ass was tantalizingly in slapping reach and Caine clenched his teeth as feelings stirred that he had kept behind rigidly locked bars of control. To keep it this way, Caine took the lead at the earliest moment possible.
When the main passage allowed them to walk, it narrowed and widened at irregular intervals. Whenever it slimmed down and Ryan stepped around Horatio to check evidence, their bodies rubbed against each other, and the physical contact rattled the barriers Caine was so eager to maintain. When Wolfe bumped into him again, Horatio couldn’t help but wonder if Wolfe was doing this on purpose.
But the young man seemed so self-conscious every time he brushed against him, that Horatio ignored the delicious heat from Wolfe’s body, willed his cock to think of other things and dismissed his theory as invalid - until out of the corners of his eyes he saw the smirk on Ryan’s face and the expression in his eyes.
They issued a silent challenge, “Want to fuck?”
Caine gave him the piercing look that he reserved for suspects and Wolfe blushed, visible even in the semi-darkness that the scare neon lights provided.
Metal rattled on metal. Both drew their gun, stood back to back, alert for any sign of danger.
The danger outwitted them.
A hidden metal door blew open right next to them. It hit Horatio square in the chest, knocking him off his feet and burying him beneath it. He groaned; and his breathing struggled against the pain in his chest. His gun had slipped from his fingers and was lying out of reach, but with the door on top of him, he was incapacitated. The damn thing blocked his view, too, but he heard grunts, a yell and general sounds of battle. Come on; push it off, get into action! His arms trembled from the strain. He couldn’t do it; it was too heavy.
Ryan cried out for help weakly and that activated Horatio’s last reserves. With a gigantic effort, he shoved the door to the side and off his body. He rolled, grabbed his gun and took in the battle before him.
Ryan was on the floor, pinned down by a massive goon who held a crowbar in both hands and was pressing it down on Ryan’s throat. Ryan was struggling against him, gasping for breath, his color turning to a red shade.
Caine aimed. “MDPD, this is your last warning!”
The suspect hesitated.
“Step aside!”
That spun the criminal into action. However, instead of surrendering, he attempted to end what he had begun; now swinging the crowbar.
Caine pulled the trigger and the bullet slammed into the attacker with deadly force. The man fell onto Ryan and Horatio rushed over. He checked if the attacker was dead and shoved his corpse off Wolfe.
The young man rolled onto his side, coughing. Horatio gently held him while Ryan massaged his throat. “Thanks.” After a few deep breaths, his face color returned to normal and Ryan looked up.
His hazel eyes locked with Horatio’s, asking without words. With the wave of adrenaline coursing through him and nobody observing them, Horatio’s self control shattered. He lunged forward and claimed those trembling lips. Arms pulled him closer, a hard on pressed against his body - the body’s natural reaction to suffocation - and Horatio was all too willing -
The sound of rushing footfall alerted him and he let go of the heated body and sweet, surrendering lips. He shifted in front of Ryan, gun ready.
Patrol, emergency responders and Frank rushed towards them. Horatio relaxed, he must have called for back-up, though he didn’t remember doing it, and kneeled down once more. “Monroe, corner Fourth, one hour after shift’s end.”
Then the people crowded them, checked their safety and Frank ushered him away from Ryan, gently pushing his hand away from the young man’s shoulder. Caine was sure that his face went bright red but nobody asked and even Frank mistook the blush on his face as a heated flush, whatever.
His fingers dove into his pockets to retrieve his shades but came out empty. Glass crushed under his left foot, and he knew before looking down that he had found them. He picked the ruined remnants up - one glass was missing and the other had a break looking like a cobweb. Putting it on would be absurd.
They checked them both for wounds, swapped and bagged evidence. Both Caine and Wolfe gave a short report of the events. Caine insisted that they rode back to the lab in different cars, knowing that IAB would be asking if deadly force had been necessary and he wanted to avoid giving the impression of having influenced Ryan in any way--
--so he slipped into the passenger seat of the Hummer. “Eric.”
“H.” Eric gave him a once over; satisfied that H was still in one piece, he turned the ignition.
Horatio watched in the rear mirror of the Hummer as Frank ushered Ryan into his car. Silence filled the Hummer for the entire ride back to the lab. Horatio rubbed his eyes, a sign of insecurity, something he felt he could do because he and Eric had been working side by side for years. Eric always understood when he shouldn’t ask questions. Right now, Horatio had no answers, not even for himself.