Devil You Know

Part 7: Some Like It Hot

Spike's Apartment over Jera's Coffee Shop 8 p.m.:

"Are you done?" Xander asked.

Startled, Spike dropped the soap bar in his hands and stared in shock.

"I'll take that as a yes." And with that Xander's mouth crashed into Spike's, kissing the stunned vampire and surprising him even more. It only lasted for a moment before Spike responded and then Xander got more then he bargained for . All he wanted was a kiss, just for just a moment, to feel alive and connected.

Spike gave him the world in a split second , but didn't leave him wanting for more . Nope. Spike kissed him and crawled into the tub with him clothes and all. Xander ripped apart the blonde's shirt and stripped him of it faster than his own beating heart. His sentinel tasted him, nibbling and biting every inch as it was revealed craving more. In Spike's opinion if heaven wasn't a place on earth then it was only because it was to be found within Xander's arms, at least it was for him. The feelings he'd had for Dru and Cecily had felt like love but the vampire realized it had been nothing more then affection. What he felt in Xander's arms was the real thing. He didn't know how he knew only that he did and that he wanted more of it. Spike wanted the happily ever after. He wanted forever and he wanted it with Xander. Unfortunately, what he wanted he could never have, Spike knew this as surely as the moon rises and sets.

Shoving the sorrow that filled him into the deepest part of his soul to be mourned later, Spike took the love he had now. Spike knew they could at least have a life time... Xander's life time. He would love Xander so much the sentinel would not need nor want for anything else.


Slipping his hand down, Xander unfastened Spike's jeans and growled when his hand slid inside. Spike was commando. Heaven help him, but Xander's excitement shot through the roof and his need to be inside the other man's body tripled.

"Spike." the brunette whispered half pleading and half demanding.

Spike got the hint and helped remove his soaked black jeans and kicked off his doc martens while he was at it. He moaned as his naked body became flush with his mates. Xander now had him pinned to the back corner of the tub and was doing wicked things to his left ear lobe. All the while the young man was murmuring his need to be inside of Spike and all that he was going to do to him. Spike shivered.

Panting Spike countered. "Then slip inside, luv." While he opened his legs wide and wrapped them around Xander's hips.

"I think we had better move to the bed first or we'll drown." Xander groaned.

"Too far." Spike unhooked his legs and flipped them over to where he was now on top.

Xander was now pinned to the other side of the tub. "You'll keep us from drownin'."

Spike placed Xander's hands firmly on the edges of the tub then smiled evilly. Reaching behind him Spike lined up Xander's erection with his opening and sank down, slowly impaling himself on his lover.
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Durby's Dinner and Hotel 8:05 p.m. same day:

Jim walked into their room with the hopes that maybe that little blow up at the library and the discussion that ensued afterwards would grant him some time to unwind before Blair started asking him all the questions he knew the younger man had on his `Lets talk about this to death' list.

"We need to talk, Ellison!" Blair growled as he stalked through the door and slammed it behind him.

*I knew I couldn't be that lucky.* Jim sighed. He knew he was in big trouble from the way Blair had used his last name instead of his first. *Great what did I do now?*

"Yeah, I guess we do." Jim said calmly as he sat down on his bed and kicked off his shoes. *Might as well get comfortable.*

Blair stopped and stared at the sentinel and ground out. "You guess? YOU GUESS? Why didn't you tell me you saw my spirit guide first and that he led you to me? How could you ..."

Jim held up his hand and said. "One question at a time Chief." Stretching out on the bed and placing a pillow behind his head, Jim answered. "The reason I didn't tell you about the wolf was because at the time I had thought it was just another one of the hallucinations I'd been having and I wasn't really sure what I was seeing. I only saw it for a moment and it was standing on the counter and howling. When I saw it disappear and went to see for myself that it was really gone, I noticed your card was on the counter where the wolf had been. I took a chance and went to see you. Remember, I didn't know you back then from Adam. You know I have trust issues." Jim closed his eyes and continued. "Besides once we started working on the Switchman case, I just forgot. I've only seen your spirit guide a few times, Sandburg, and all of them I can count on just one hand and have fingers left."

Seeming to be pacified with his answer, Blair asked "So besides the first time how many times HAVE you seen the wolf?"

Squeezing his eyes shut, Jim replied brokenly, his nerves shot after everything that had happened that day and lack of sleep. "Twice more after that I think, but don't ask me to tell you about it. I don't want to relive that again."

Rolling off the bed Jim headed for the bathroom. "I'll be back." That said he closed the door and shut himself effectively away from Blair.

Blair was no fool. He didn't need Sentinel senses to know what Jim was doing in the bathroom. Jim was doing what he always did when things got uncomfortable during their talks, shut him out. They had been through so much together but Jim still kept him on the outside looking in. After meeting Jim's father, Blair understood where it came from but it didn't make it any easier to take. He had thought after what had happened with Alex, that maybe things would get better. For a while they had, now Jim seemed to be slipping back into old habits.

Sighing Blair flopped down on his own bed and stared at the bathroom door. *You can't hide forever.* Then it dawned on him. *Two other times? Shit! The dream of Jim killing me and the fountain.* Bolting up and off the bed Blair moved to the door and knocked.

"I'll be out in a sec." Jim called through the door.

"Jim, I'm sorry, man. I forgot about the other times and well I didn't mean to upset you." Blair leaned his head against the door and placed his palm to its surface.

"It's just still a sore spot right now, Blair. I'm a big boy. I'll get over it." Jim, leaning against the door, turned and placed his palm to the door just where the other man had his on the other side. He had heard Blair's hand as it had made contact with the door. *So close, yet, so far away.* Blair thought. "Does it make it easier to talk to me when we are like this? You on the inside and me out here?" he whispered.

"Sometimes." Jim whispered back. "I can't let anyone see, Blair."

"See what?" Blair's lips brushed the wooden surface.

Softly Jim said. "Me. You wouldn't like it, Blair. Everyone who ever saw inside, who really sees me, they leave. They are disgusted by it; Mom, Dad, Caroline, everyone. I nearly lost you once. Won't lose you now. I can't. It would be kinder just to kill me now if you leave."

Blair whispered back."I'm not everyone else, Jim. I'm your guide. You should know by now that unless you kick me out, if you force me to go, I will but not far. I'm not going anywhere. Not leaving you. You won't lose me." Blair chuckled pushing his body closer to the door."No matter how hard you try."

Jim's nostrils flared. His other hand slid down and he rubbed himself through his jeans. "I know but you don't know. There is something I've been keeping from you." Hesitant but to weary to hide it any longer. "I've been having dreams, Blair. They won't go away. I can't forget them." The last was moaned as he squeezed his erection just a little.

"Jim? These dreams, did they involve me?" Blair's heartbeat sped up. *Could he have been having them too?* he asked himself.

"Y-y-yes." Jim panted as he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. Shoving his hand inside, he stroked himself from base to head and back again. Pressing his other hand that was on the door harder against the wood grain as he did so, as if he could somehow touch Blair by doing so.

"In these dreams, were you in them too?" Blair panted as he listened to what Jim was trying to hide behind the door. "Were we together?"

"Yes." Whimpered the sentinel, stroking himself slowly but firmly. Was it his imagination or was that Blair's arousal he smelled on the other side. Surely Blair wasn't as turned on as he was by all of this.

"And were we - naked? Were we making love, Jim?" Blair unfastened his faded blue jeans.

"OH GOD!" Jim moaned loudly. His legs buckled. Just hearing it from Blair's lips almost sent him over the edge.

"Well?" purred Blair.

"Yes, damn you. YES!" Jim crawled away from the door and into the corner. Blair was teasing him and right then Jim wanted to hide.

Blair heard Jim move away from the door and smiled evilly. Removing his flannel shirt and t- shirt, Blair licked his lips before saying. "Then maybe its time you let me in."

Jim's head snapped around to stare in shock at the door. *Surely he didn't mean, what I think he means.* Standing up and leaning against the wall he forgot his state of undress. "Oh? Door's not locked." *Oh now that's smooth Ellison. NOT!*

The door opened and Jim's heart leapt up to his throat. Blair stood in the door way shirtless, pants undone and backlit by the street lights from the hotel room window. Swallowing hard he said nothing as Blair stalked into the room with the grace of a wolf on the hunt. Jim held his breath as his guide's hand skimmed up his side and captured Jim's mouth with his own.

Blair couldn't believe he was being this forward. Had someone told him he'd have Jim Ellison with both of his wrists pinned on either side of the sentinel's head while he was having his way with him, he'd have asked what the hell they were on and why weren't they sharing? But now with Jim panting as he was grinding his pelvis against the older man's he could only moan as Jim ground back.

Blair took his time stripping Jim and himself. He'd been waiting to get this close to Jim for so long that he wanted to savor every second of it. Tongue laving leisurely at his lover's skin Blair showed Jim that letting him inside for once could be good. Oh so good.

Jim groaned as Blair slid him down to the floor. The cool tile on his back was a major contrast to the inferno that was consuming his body. Jim was vaguely aware of Blair fumbling for something on the rim of the tub. He was too wrapped up in the feel of skin against skin to care until he realized what it was that Blair was after. The scent of the hotel's complimentary bath gel filled the air and Jim chuckled at Blair's inventiveness.

Slick fingers teased his opening and his laughter died away to be replaced with a whimper. Jim wasn't too proud to beg if he really wanted something and he really wanted Blair to hurry up.

"Blair, please! Need. So much." Jim couldn't seem to get his brain to function correctly but it seemed to work enough for him to get his point across.

Blair maneuvered his finger into Jim and began to shallowly thrust it within his lover. The younger man began to suck and bite Jim's right nipple. Groaning beneath him was a man known for his ability to resist anything. Blair was enthralled by the fact Jim hadn't been able to resist him. Adding another finger to stretch him more, Blair soothed his lover with a kiss.

When he had four fingers inside and Jim was babbling his need Blair removed his hand and prepared his cock with shower gel. Jim spread his legs just a bit wider, trying to entice him to hurry. Smiling, Blair pushed in only as far as the head and stopped. Jim growled menacingly, letting his needs be known as well as his impatience. Blair's thrusts were fast and hard as he complied with Jim's wishes. He held still as Jim adjusted to the sudden invasion.

Lacing his fingers with Blair's, Jim held on tight as Blair began to move within him. Blair's oh so slow thrusts were driving him insane and from the looks of it his lover wasn't going to be persuaded into speeding up before he was damn good and ready. Not that Jim was really complaining, mind you , far from it. Jim wanted it to last forever. In every dream he'd had, Blair had been the one on top, the one to take control. His dreams didn't do Blair justice as a lover though.

Sweat covered every inch of skin as their bodies drifted into a rhythm older than man. Hands clasping and releasing but never letting go. Moans and pleasured cries filled the air. Still the thrusts were slow but now they were deep.

Jim was begging in a language Blair had heard only once and yet understood. Trembling Blair tried to hold back as long as he could but Jim tightened hard against him and his control broke. Howling Blair pounded into the tight passage with everything he had as Jim bucked up to meet him every step of the way.

Their climaxes were swift, hard and beyond any they had before. They stayed that way, intertwined, shivering, loving, and complete at last. As they drifted off to sleep on the tiled floor both whispered their love for the other in the shadows. Blair's softened manhood remained inside of Jim as they slept.

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Neither couple would realize just what kind of bond they'd truly formed that night until later but it was felt through the night like a whisper in the wind. For one man, however, it was the driving force behind his rage that night as he slaughtered one innocent after another, some human and some not.