Devil You Know
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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,921
Reviews:
12
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Currently Reading:
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Startled
Part 3:
Durby's Dinner and Hotel 4:05 a.m. :
After giving the guy at the desk a ten spot, Spike and Jera had Detective Ellison's room number and rental car tag number. The two, clad in black except for the red over shirts that were mostly hidden under the ankle length black leather jackets, stealthily made their way to the room. Keeping watch, Jera played look out while Spike picked the electronic lock. When he tapped on the shoulder, Jera turned and entered the room only to turn to turn back to the door and placed a mat down on the floor. Smiling, Spike mentally read the one word written on the mat. WELCOME. That one word allowed him entrance to any home or hotel room, as the case maybe. Spike crossed the threshold without further ado, looking forward to waking the sleeping sentinel his way. Quietly, Spike closed the door after retrieving the mat and turned to see Jera setting their ‘gift' down. Nodding, Spike put on his ‘game face', then he and Jera moved to the beds to rouse their two sleeping beauties.
Blair was having another one of those dreams where he and Jim were walking naked hand in hand down a long stretch of beach. Jim was talking to him, really talking to him. Telling him about his hopes, his fears, his dreams, telling him that he loved him and couldn't envisage a future without Blair. Jim stopped and pulled Blair to him. Leaning down, he picked Blair up so that he was eye level and Blair wrapped his legs around Jim's hips. Holding him closer than close Jim kissed him, a kiss that sent a searing white heat to his very soul. It was pure heaven on earth but then there was a growling sound and he knew it wasn't coming from Jim. Then the growl became a stranger's voice, "Wake up......wake up......WAKE UP!" Blair's eyes snapped open to see the very devil himself looking back at him. "Good morning." it cooed almost happily at him. Blair did what any self respecting anthropologist would do in a situation like this. . . . he screamed bloody murder and fell out of bed.
Jim was having that dream again, the one where he was standing in the bull pen of the precinct and no one was there. Jim called out but no one was there, not one person. He started a room by room search and again came up empty. Frustrated, he turned and headed back to the bull pen and when he got there, the place was full of people. Looking around in confusion, he headed for his desk to sit down. When he got there though, Blair was sitting in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk. Then the room was silent and Jim looked around again at the sudden quiet.
When Jim looked back at his desk, his eyes nearly popped out of his head, sitting at his desk was now a VERY naked Blair Sandburg. Jim watched mesmerized as one of the younger man's legs hooked itself over the arm of his chair, the other remaining propped up on the desk. Blair leaned back in the chair as far as he would go and just smiled lazily at Jim. Jim looked at his partner from head to toe, pausing for a moment in wonder as he watched the younger man's penis slowly become erect. His eyes shot up to meet Blair's knowing ones and his heart started to try to beat it's way out of his chest.
Blair reached out a hand to him beckoning him closer. Of their own free will, Jim found his feet answering the summons and stood before the young man in mere moments. His knees seemed to also have a mind of their own for he was no longer standing before Blair but kneeling before him like he was an altar. Blair's smile was a welcoming one as he stood up in front of Jim. With a sweep of his arm, Blair cleared the desk of everything, lamp, computer and files hitting the floor without a sound. Reaching down he pulled Jim up off the floor and slowly undressed the bigger man, licking and nipping as new skin was revealed. Jim moaned but again there was no sound. Nude, standing there before his mate, Jim watched as Blair pushed him down so his back was flat against the desk. Blair leaned down, just inches from his aching cock and let out a scream.
* A SCREAM? *
Jim bolted straight up in bed and was tackled by someone, the force of the blow knocking him off of the bed to land on top of his attacker. Looking down and seeing Blair was his first surprise that morning but it was hearing the all too familiar sound of male British laughter that made him want to get up and kill something. Growling in the face of his guide, Jim rolled off of Blair and helped him to his feet. After checking to ensure his partner was alright, Jim turned and glared and at the vampire who was now standing up on Blair's bed. Jim's growling grew as he watched him flop down on the bed and bounce off to land feet first like some strange cat.
"Spike!" Jim ground out between clenched teeth.
Still chuckling, Spike replied, "Sorry for the surprise wake up call, constable but it seems I gave your guide there a bit of a fright."
*****
Durby's Dinner and Hotel 4:05 a.m. :
After giving the guy at the desk a ten spot, Spike and Jera had Detective Ellison's room number and rental car tag number. The two, clad in black except for the red over shirts that were mostly hidden under the ankle length black leather jackets, stealthily made their way to the room. Keeping watch, Jera played look out while Spike picked the electronic lock. When he tapped on the shoulder, Jera turned and entered the room only to turn to turn back to the door and placed a mat down on the floor. Smiling, Spike mentally read the one word written on the mat. WELCOME. That one word allowed him entrance to any home or hotel room, as the case maybe. Spike crossed the threshold without further ado, looking forward to waking the sleeping sentinel his way. Quietly, Spike closed the door after retrieving the mat and turned to see Jera setting their ‘gift' down. Nodding, Spike put on his ‘game face', then he and Jera moved to the beds to rouse their two sleeping beauties.
Blair was having another one of those dreams where he and Jim were walking naked hand in hand down a long stretch of beach. Jim was talking to him, really talking to him. Telling him about his hopes, his fears, his dreams, telling him that he loved him and couldn't envisage a future without Blair. Jim stopped and pulled Blair to him. Leaning down, he picked Blair up so that he was eye level and Blair wrapped his legs around Jim's hips. Holding him closer than close Jim kissed him, a kiss that sent a searing white heat to his very soul. It was pure heaven on earth but then there was a growling sound and he knew it wasn't coming from Jim. Then the growl became a stranger's voice, "Wake up......wake up......WAKE UP!" Blair's eyes snapped open to see the very devil himself looking back at him. "Good morning." it cooed almost happily at him. Blair did what any self respecting anthropologist would do in a situation like this. . . . he screamed bloody murder and fell out of bed.
Jim was having that dream again, the one where he was standing in the bull pen of the precinct and no one was there. Jim called out but no one was there, not one person. He started a room by room search and again came up empty. Frustrated, he turned and headed back to the bull pen and when he got there, the place was full of people. Looking around in confusion, he headed for his desk to sit down. When he got there though, Blair was sitting in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk. Then the room was silent and Jim looked around again at the sudden quiet.
When Jim looked back at his desk, his eyes nearly popped out of his head, sitting at his desk was now a VERY naked Blair Sandburg. Jim watched mesmerized as one of the younger man's legs hooked itself over the arm of his chair, the other remaining propped up on the desk. Blair leaned back in the chair as far as he would go and just smiled lazily at Jim. Jim looked at his partner from head to toe, pausing for a moment in wonder as he watched the younger man's penis slowly become erect. His eyes shot up to meet Blair's knowing ones and his heart started to try to beat it's way out of his chest.
Blair reached out a hand to him beckoning him closer. Of their own free will, Jim found his feet answering the summons and stood before the young man in mere moments. His knees seemed to also have a mind of their own for he was no longer standing before Blair but kneeling before him like he was an altar. Blair's smile was a welcoming one as he stood up in front of Jim. With a sweep of his arm, Blair cleared the desk of everything, lamp, computer and files hitting the floor without a sound. Reaching down he pulled Jim up off the floor and slowly undressed the bigger man, licking and nipping as new skin was revealed. Jim moaned but again there was no sound. Nude, standing there before his mate, Jim watched as Blair pushed him down so his back was flat against the desk. Blair leaned down, just inches from his aching cock and let out a scream.
* A SCREAM? *
Jim bolted straight up in bed and was tackled by someone, the force of the blow knocking him off of the bed to land on top of his attacker. Looking down and seeing Blair was his first surprise that morning but it was hearing the all too familiar sound of male British laughter that made him want to get up and kill something. Growling in the face of his guide, Jim rolled off of Blair and helped him to his feet. After checking to ensure his partner was alright, Jim turned and glared and at the vampire who was now standing up on Blair's bed. Jim's growling grew as he watched him flop down on the bed and bounce off to land feet first like some strange cat.
"Spike!" Jim ground out between clenched teeth.
Still chuckling, Spike replied, "Sorry for the surprise wake up call, constable but it seems I gave your guide there a bit of a fright."
*****