Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Epilogue

 

Chapter 8

 

“I always knew there was something off about you.” The snide tone said from behind him.

 

Greg spun around from his locker. “Oh, hey Hodges, whatsup?” He tried to keep his tone light, while trying to figure out where the comment had come from; the man’s voice sounded even more unpleasant than usual.

 

“You!” He entered the room and pushed the door closed behind him. “I don’t like *your* kind.”

 

“Squeeze me? You don’t like CSIs but you work with us everyday!” In the face of hostility, Greg’s number one defensive stance was humour. Sometimes it worked…

 

“Mutie Scum.”

 

…sometimes it didn’t.

 

He froze and blinked, how the hell could Hodges know? Grissom wouldn’t say anything and he was fairly sure that Nick wouldn’t. “What did you just call me?” He asked in disbelief. He had to fight down the disgust he felt at the use of the term.

 

“You heard me, Mutie! I know your kind. You disgust me. How Grissom can stand to keep you in the department is beyond me. And how Nick can stand to let you touch him.” He gave an exaggerated shudder, “I’d go to Ecklie, he’d have your ass on a plate but unfortunately Nick and Gil would take some of the shit too. See, that’s the thing about disgusting little pieces of crap like you… you contaminate all the good people around you.”

 

“Hodges, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” He pulled his jacket from his locker, he was going to have to try and bluff his way out.

 

Closing and locking his locker back up, Greg made to pass the other man but he blocked his path and shoved him.

 

“I know what I’m talking about. I have family in New York, we’ve seen what happens over there and I’m not going to let you bring that here.”

 

“Get out of my way. You’re nuts, you really need to see someone about them delusions.

 

“It would be a shame to see Grissom lose his job over your stupidity.” The threat was clear as the other man spat the words at him.

 

“You know, that’s low even for you.” Greg told him, staring at the lab tech like he’d never met him before.

 

“Oh, you don’t know how low I can go, Mutie.” Hodges advanced on him.

 

He didn’t want to fight, didn’t want a conflict because he suspected that would play right into his hands.

 

“He’s your Supervisor, Sanders… what do you think they’d do if they found out you’d contaminated evidence, if you’d brought dozens of cases into question? And then there’s your precious Nicky.”

 

He was right in Greg’s face, the CSI backed against the wall even though he wasn’t physically any weaker. It’d had been a long time since he’d stared into the face of a bully, and an evil calculated one like this was even more rare.

 

“Why?” He just couldn’t understand why David would suddenly turn like this.

 

“Because, you disgust me.”

 

He shook his head, “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

 

“Oh I know plenty.” He poked to him deliberately in the shoulder.

 

The action broke something in Greg’s control and the next thing Hodges was skidding backwards across the room and falling on his ass. The CSI hadn’t even touched him; the last of his secrets was out.

 

“You’re going to regret that.” Hodges told him through gritted teeth.

 

“What is it that you want?” He demanded, taking the opportunity to get himself back to the door.

 

“I want your Mutie ass gone.” He told him. “Or you’ll be sorry… and so will your friends.”

 

Greg faced him, showing him that he wasn’t scared of his threats, when really inside he was panicking; he couldn’t let Gil and Nick suffer because of him. He pulled open the door and left.

 

******

 

He sat staring at the blank TV, trying to work out what to do. His secrets were all out now, people knew he was a mutant, Scott knew where he was… so therefore Xavier would as well, and Creed had been there. His home, Vegas, was no longer his safe haven. Quite the opposite, it wasn’t just dangerous for him now, but also for his friends and that was what worried him more than anything. He could still hear the viciousness in Hodges tone; he couldn’t believe the man could be like that. Very few people even knew about mutants, they thought it was the thing of myths and movies. But there were those out there who knew, who’d seen the things the likes of Creed and Magneto were capable of, but refused to see the good that those like the X-men, could do.

 

Perhaps the man was just jealous? He shook his head, he’d been too shocked to risk opening his shields, and god alone knew what he would have found if he had. The thought raised goose bumps and made him feel nauseous. He could go to Gil and tell him what had happened but that might only force the lab tech to make that threatened move.

 

He opened his laptop and started to type.

 

******

 

Gil Grissom stared at the letter in his hand. It had come out of the blue and he still couldn’t believe it. He’d read it through three times and it still made no sense at all to him. Greg had been happy with the job, had been reassured that things were ok and that his being a mutant wasn’t a problem for the supervisor. The reason cited in the letter was transparently covering for something and he was determined he would find out what. He wasn’t about to lose one of the best CSIs and lab technicians he’d had.

 

He picked up his phone and dialled. The call rang out, but no one answered, he let it ring and ring for as long as he could, but a knock at his open door pulled his attention.

 

“Nick?” He asked questioningly, as he set the phone down.

 

Unusually, the Texan stepped in and shut the door behind him, before crossing the room and sitting down on the other side of the desk. “I got a note from Greg.”

 

Gil felt the knot form in his stomach. “A goodbye note?”

 

A look of surprise crossed the younger man’s face, “How did you know?”

 

“He resigned.”

 

“He what?” Nick couldn’t believe it, the other man had been so happy and then this? It was such a shock. “Did he say why?”

 

“He did, but I have a feeling it wasn’t the true reason.”

 

”You think it had something to do with…”

 

“It’s possible. I tried to call him but he didn’t pick up. What did he tell you?” Gil asked, hoping it would give an insight into the real reason.

 

The note was handed over the desk and he read it to himself, before reading out loud a part that caught his attention. “I didn’t mean to drag you into my secret life, I just think it’s safer all round if I leave.” He frowned, thoughtfully.

 

“I don’t get it Griss, he was happy and now this? What changed?”

 

The supervisor shook his head, “I don’t know. He requested a reference sent to his home address and that his holidays be used in lieu of notice.” He shrugged, baffled.

 

******

 

Greg had stared at the phone as it rang, he was in the middle of packing, he suspected it was either Nick or Gil, either way he didn’t want to speak to them. He didn’t trust himself to be able to hold back the truth of what had happened and he knew it would only be safer for them if they didn’t know the real reason. It still made him feel sick when he heard those words spat at him.

 

Luckily, most of the furniture came with the apartment; all he had to worry about was personal effects. He had a lot of books, they would be the biggest pain, and for that reason he was going to drive rather than fly. He’d arranged for his mail to be diverted, so anything being sent to him there would automatically catch up with him at his new address. He’d only made one call and that was to his friend to let him know that he was coming.

 

Bit by bit, his belongings were packed into his jeep, by some miracle the important stuff all fit. Some stuff got thrown in the garbage, it was either broken or no longer needed, stuff he should have got rid of long ago, and some just got left behind for the next tenants or the super to take. His rent was up-to-date, so there was nothing holding him back.

 

******

 

Nick frowned and knocked on the door again. Still there was no answer, he wondered if Greg simply wasn’t answering. He’d been trying all night to reach the man on the phone and had finally stopped by on his way home from work.

 

“You’re wasting your time.” A voice told him, he turned to look at the frail looking old lady that was peering out from the apartment across and down the hall from Greg’s.

 

“Why’s that Ma’am?” He asked, ever polite.

 

“He’s gone, packed up and left during the night, woke me up with all that going back n’ forth. Wondered what was goin’ on.”

 

“Packed up? Everything?”

 

“Sure did look like it, lot of stuff if it wasn’t.”

 

Nick rubbed the back of his neck, “I don’t suppose you know where he was going?”

 

“Didn’t ask.” She said, pointedly.

 

“Well, thank you for your time Ma’am.” He turned and walked away with a sigh, casting a last glance at the door to his friend’s apartment. He shouldn’t have been surprised after the note, but he’d hoped he would get to speak to him before he left. He felt sad at the missed opportunity.

 

He flipped open his phone and dialled Grissom’s cell phone.

 

“Hi, Nicky.”

 

“Griss, I’ve just been to Greg’s.”

 

There was a silent question from the other end, waiting for the rest of the reason for the call, suspecting he wasn’t going to like what he was about to hear.

 

“He’s gone. Neighbour said he packed up and left during the night.” He was sad as he broke the news, feeling like he’d lost a good friend. Why couldn’t Greg have just confided in him?”

 

“Come over, Nicky.” Gil told him, his tone reflecting the same sort of sadness but slightly better controlled. The instruction left no room for argument.

 

 

Chapter 9

 

Five days and around two and half thousand miles later, Greg reached his destination. He found a motel for the night and parked up. Westchester was a fairly affluent area, it had changed over the years but his memories served him well. He felt slightly nervous at being back in the vicinity of Xavier’s, but in all he knew it was a good move; he wouldn’t be staying this close for long anyway.

 

Once he was in his room, he pulled out his cell phone and selected a number from his phonebook. It answered after only the second ring.

 

“Cher, ‘s good t’ hear from y’. How y’ doin’?”

 

Hearing the Cajun tones lifted him immediately and he sat down on the bed with a smile. “I’m in Westchester, come see me?” He requested.

 

“Oui, I’ll come, y’ wan’ me t’ bring Logan?” Remy sounded thrilled at the idea, genuinely happy to hear from him and to have him so close.

 

He grinned, “If he’s free, I’d really like to see you both.”

 

******

 

Standing in the shower had felt so good, he didn’t really want to get out, but he knew the other two guys would be there soon. Reluctantly, Greg had shut off the shower and dried himself off. He didn’t dress properly; instead he pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. He was sat on the bed rubbing his hair dry when he felt it… the buzz in the link growing stronger and stronger. He felt affection, desire, happiness and curiosity flowing from the Cajun the nearer he got. No doubt they were wondering what he was doing there.

 

He knew almost before they knocked on the door that they’d arrived. He was crossing the room to the door when he heard the hard rap on wood. He grinned broadly and pulled open the door. The feelings of affection in the link were matched by the feeling of strong arms wrapping around him. He basked in it a moment before urging his two lovers into the room and shutting the door.

 

“Good ta see ya darlin’. Nice surprise an’ don’t think I’m complainin’, but… what’re you doin’ here?” Logan greeted and asked all at once.

 

Greg smiled at them both, “It’s good to see you too, I didn’t realise I’d missed you so much.” He knew he couldn’t lie to either of them about why he was there; the Feral would smell it and Remy would feel it. He took a deep breath and sat down.

 

“Someone found out that I was a mutant… someone who didn’t like the idea of having one around.” His hands came up to scrub at his face; he was tired from his long trip still. “He threatened me…well, not just me, that I could have dealt with. He threatened to ruin Gil and Nick; I couldn’t let him do that. They’re good men, they don’t deserve that. So, I left. I thought: where would I rather be but close to you two? So, I thought I’d see what the Big Apple held.” He tried to lift his voice at the end, he was happy about being near them, and he wanted them to have no doubts about that.

 

Logan growled and there was a flare of hot anger from the Cajun. He responded by trying to send calmness back down the link and reaching out to hold the growling man’s hand.

 

“It’s ok.” He told them.

 

“No. No, it ain’t.” The Feral stated. “Should go back there. I’ll…”

 

“What? Prove him right?” Greg asked, sadly.

 

He received a look of almost horror from the older of the two, who then shook his head. “I’m sorry, I know it ain’t the answer…I’m jus’ angry fer ya.”

 

“I know, I’m angry too… and sad. Vegas was my home, but it’s just too dangerous for me to be there now. If I hadn’t left, who knows what he would have done.”

 

Satisfaction started to flow from Remy and Greg narrowed his eyes at him slightly. “What are you thinking?”

 

Fake innocence lit the thief’s face, “Not’ing f’ y’ to worry y’ pretty head ‘bout, Cher. Jus’ Remy know how to take care o’ a man like dat an’ he won’ even know where it came from. You jus’ tell m’ who de man is an’ leave de rest up t’ m’.”

 

The CSI was concerned; he wasn’t so sure that it was the right thing to do, “Remy?”

 

Determination and protectiveness replaced the satisfaction and the Cajun came to sit beside Greg. “No one hurts some one dat Remy Le Beau considers family, petite, no one who don’ live to regret it, anyways. Dat man threatened y’ friends… people who protected you and dat y’ care for. Jus’ ‘cause y’ gone now don’ mean they be safe from him. He’s a threat an he needs t’ be neutralised.” He explained.

 

Brown eyes widened and his voice squeaked slightly, “Neutralised?”

 

The Cajun chuckled, “Oui, mais, subtly. We jus’ remove his credibility in dese matters. Make sure he no longer in a position ta have dat kind o’ influence on y’ friends.”

 

Greg thought about it, he wasn’t the sort of person to normally advocate revenge or dirty fighting, but Hodges didn’t deserve to be working in a position like that. If he’d threaten people he considered friends, how much further would he go? He nodded, “Ok, but just… so he can’t hurt Nick or Gil.”

 

Remy nodded and the former Vegas CSI gave him the details he needed.

 

“So, Cher, now we got y’ here, what y’ want t’ do?”

 

He fluttered his eyes looking up at them, he could feel the arousal from Remy but it didn’t match how he was feeling right now. “Could we just…snuggle?” Before he even really knew what was happening he was being pulled fully onto the bed and held from both sides, it felt good…it felt safe.

 

******

 

Greg stretched and yawned, there was a soft sigh behind him and then an arm wrapped around him, a hot body pressing close. He looked at the arm and smiled, and stroked the long slender hand that he knew belonged to Remy. He’d had the best nights sleep since the guys had left Vegas to return home. No one could touch him there, sleeping between the two of them, no one would dare try.

 

They’d cuddled for what felt like hours, talking softly about nothing much in particular. He’d told them about things with Nick and how he had been ok with it all after he’d had chance to think it over. He didn’t leave out the bit about him being jealous and Logan had snorted and stated that “of course the man was jealous, he’d missed his opportunity with a hot piece of ass like you.” and Greg had flushed deeply while all he got from Remy was a deep feeling of amusement and agreement, which made him blush even more.

 

The feral had told him about his apartment in the city and told him that he was welcome to make it his home for as long as he wanted. There were no strings, it wasn’t dependant on him continuing a relationship with the two X-men, but if he wanted to do that then they were both more than amenable. It was a better prospect than trying to share an apartment with a friend he hadn’t seen in over three years. He’d thanked him properly with a big sloppy kiss that made Logan huff and Remy giggle.

 

Hands had eventually wandered and soon bodies and libidos were responding with interest. Blow jobs were exchanged, Remy’s talented mouth making him feel inferior even with the encouragements of Logan that said contrary. They’d all found release and fallen asleep tangled together, sated.

 

And now he was awake and feeling lighter than he had in a long time. He knew the contentment wouldn’t last, reality would butt in at some point, but until then he would just lie there and let the feeling of a hot Cajun, pressed against him, fill him with joy…and lust. He grinned and turned under the arm, facing a very awake and equally grinning thief.

 

“Mornin’.” Remy said cheekily, his hand sliding down to cup an ass cheek. “Logan went out t’ get breakfast an’ stuff.”

 

Greg’s smile grew as he felt the lust increase, not just his but his lover’s. With a wiggle of hips the other man was pressing his naked and very hard body against him.

 

“So, dat give us a li’l time t’ have some fun, oui?”

 

“Oui.” He replied, teasingly and chuckled as he searched those incredible eyes. It was the first time he’d been one-on-one with either of the two guys, and being the sole focus of them eyes was incredible.

 

He leaned in and met soft lips. The Cajun hummed and he felt a tongue slipping into his mouth as stealthy as the thief himself, it made him moan in response and touch the tip of his tongue against the invader. Hips started to rock together slightly and then he was being lightly pushed onto his back, the tall lithe man resting on top of him. They moved together, hips grinding in time and rubbing their hard cocks together.

 

Remy broke the kiss and peered down at him, hands sliding down his arms and finding Greg’s hands, bringing them up to pin them to the bed beside the dapple-haired head. He moaned and thrust his hips up, needing to feel friction against his leaking erection.

 

Red on black eyes glinted at him, mischief and desire as clear in them as the emotions that were flowing through the link.

 

“Want y’, petite.”

 

Greg grinned at the use of the affectionate term, “You do realise that you’re the youngest, don’t you?”

 

The Cajun shrugged, a sly smirk on his face, “Oui, I knows dis, mais… also know dat y’ be the most submissive. Y’ like our pet, non? We jus’ wan’ look afta y’.”

 

A shudder ran through him at that statement. He shouldn’t like the idea of that, but damn he did, he wanted someone to take care of him for a change, he’d had to look after himself for too long. His cheeks were scarlet but he nodded his agreement. The affectionate smile and the way it flooded the link almost took his breath away and he smiled back shyly. “Oui.” He said, softly.

 

The smile became a grin and lowered to lick and nibble at Greg’s neck and shoulder, careful not to leave marks above shirt collar level. It pulled a moan and another cant of hips from the recipient. His hands were pressed into the mattress, the silent message for them to stay put and sweet lips slowly made their way down his body. Licking and biting at each nipple until the tender nubs were tight little nerve bundles of fire. He squirmed but as hard as it was, his hands stayed put.

 

His cock was sucked into that hot talented mouth and he gasped out, a hand playing lightly with his heavy balls. Remy pushed his legs up and apart, tongue winding its way down to lick and suck at his balls. He moaned with need, his breath growing harsh, a slick finger pressed against his pucker and he had the random thought of how he’d not even noticed the man had lube, as it slid all the way in. It didn’t even hesitate before the tip started to rub against his prostate. He whined and whimpered, hands clenching and releasing as he fought against his own body.

 

“Oh god, please… Remy… please. I want you.” He sent his need down the link and groaned as it was reflected back at him, doubled. “Fuck me.” His voice pleaded.

 

He received a mischievous swat to his butt and a small chuckle, “Dat’s fuck, m’ please, Sir.”

 

Greg groaned again and arched in frustrated arousal, the surge of lust hadn’t gone unnoticed by the Cajun at the instruction and his eyes glowed, knowingly.

 

“Please… Sir.” His cheeks burned as he said it. Sure, he’d dabbled with fetishes in the past but it was usually pretty mild and usually in non-d/s relationship. This was different.

 

Satisfaction was sent his way and he writhed on the bed. It was getting harder to hold his hands there and he wished they were tied for real. The finger in his ass was thrusting in and out of him, it was driving him crazy, making him moan and whimper in need. He felt another finger added, they twisted inside and his eyes fluttered closed as his back arched. A hand clamped around the base of his cock and he whined.

 

“Not yet, petite.” Remy’s teasing voice told him.

 

He lapped at the tip of the leaking cock, collecting the clear honey and smacking his lips in appreciation.

 

“Please… I’m ready… fuck me… please… Sir.”

 

The Cajun smiled brightly, pulled his fingers out and quickly slicked his erection and scooted up the bed. “Since y’ ask s’ nice, petite.”

 

Greg felt the blunt head of the cock pressing against his hole and took a deep breath to relax. He felt it pop inside, Remy didn’t wait until he adjusted, he just pressed all the way in until he was buried deep inside. Hands gripped his hips tightly, holding him in place while his channel gripped and spasmed around the invader, trying to adjust to it. He gasped for air, lungs hurting with the effort of trying to fill them. He was so close to orgasm, but he didn’t want to embarrass himself by coming so soon, he bit down on his lip trying to make it back off.

 

Remy wasn’t going to let him though; he pulled back his hips and thrust straight back in. He set up a hard and fast pace that made Greg grunt and cry out with each inward drive. The slap of flesh filled the room and mixed with the vocal sounds of pleasure as they drove rapidly towards release. There wasn’t room for finesse at the needy fucking as hips came together over and over. All too soon, he was arching up off the bed with a cry of ecstasy, his cum spilling out over his chest and abs.

 

He felt a final slam into his butt and then he was being flooded in both his ass and mind as the Cajun’s orgasm spilled over into him from all directions. Remy leant forward and kissed him hard, tongue thrusting in and dominating his mouth, mapping and swirling, stroking against his tongue and making him whimper. They broke apart, both gasping. Soft lips made their way down his neck, kissing and licking the hot sweaty flesh; nuzzling.

 

“Beau… tres beau.” The thief uttered into his neck as they lay together recovering.

 

Epilogue

 

The apartment was everything Logan had said it would be, comfortable and homely, it had modern enough furniture and things that the other man had obviously collected on his travels over many years. It was eclectic but it wasn’t a mish mash of styles, somehow he’d managed to blend it all together perfectly.

 

It had become Greg’s home quickly, the sofa was just right for him, the TV and entertainment centre was a good size, the bed was so comfortable he hardly wanted to get out of it, and the hot tub was possibly the most divine thing he’d experienced. The two X-men had told him that they would come and visit him the next free days they got from the team.

 

He knew Remy had sorted out the Vegas problem, he didn’t ask details, but snippets of conversation meant that he could make a good guess at what he’d done. It involved computer hacking and planting images and information on Hodges’ computer with a suitable back trail, added to that an anonymous email to the appropriate people (that wouldn’t be traceable to a source), ensured that the man would be discredited and out of work by the end of the week. It was unlikely he would know what had hit him or where it had all come from and he would be powerless to defend himself. It all made Greg shudder a bit, he for one was glad the Cajun was a friend; he wouldn’t want to make an enemy out of him, that’s for sure.

 

They’d talked about Scott some more on the phone since he’d moved into the city, the man had tried to contact him in Vegas and the guys there had told him he no longer worked there. He knew where it was leading to; Remy and Logan wanted him to see the man. They also wanted a confrontation with Xavier but he wasn’t sure about giving them that. Scott he could probably do though, he’d finally decided that it would be good to see him again. They no doubt had a lot of catching up to do.

 

He looked in the mirror, straightened his clothes and combed his waxed hair again, it was getting harder and harder to make it obey and he thought about growing it out a little longer. He thought he’d have to ask his lovers about it and see what they thought. One final last check over and he left the apartment.

 

In the car, he pushed his Lo-Ball CD into the player and set off, making his way through the crazy New York traffic; horns blasted and words were hurled, the sights and sounds of the city made him smile. Things were different here, but in some ways he expected there would be lots of similarities. He arrived at his destination and pulled into a parking space; checked his hair was behaving itself in the rear-view mirror and headed into the building.

 

“Can I help you, Sir?” The young lady on reception asked him.

 

Greg smiled at her, “Hi, I’m here to see Detective Mac Taylor, I have an interview with him.”

 

~FIN~

 

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