Devil You Know
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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,927
Reviews:
12
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Getting Down To Business
Part 8: Getting Down To Business
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.
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Claude J. Exeter Memorial Park 10 p.m. :
It was in the air, that feeling he got just before the memories besieged him and his senses pummeled him.
"NO!" he whispered fervently, pleading with what ever gods might be listening. It had to stop. This couldn't go on forever, surely he would go mad from all this. He couldn't take it anymore. Screaming, crying, yelling and it wasn't enough, not anymore. He would do anything just to make it all vanish.
His skin was on fire, his head ringing with the pain of all the sounds swamping his ears, and the foul stench entrenched within his nostrils; a vicious mix of all that surrounded him. His eyes watered, burning, the lights were everywhere. He sensed the wind coming for him, whispering to him, and it was driving him berserk!
They were laughing at him; the wind, the sky, the earth, and even the night. *They were all laughing at him!* He'd show them though. *NO ONE LAUGHS AT ME! NO ONE!*
The laughter filled his head drowning out everything else. It fueled his hate, his anger. He would kill them. *KILL THEM ALL!!!*
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Claude J. Exeter Memorial Park 3 a.m. :
*Blood and entrails and flesh. OH MY! Blood and entrails and flesh. OH MY!* he thought snickering. This was actually becoming fun once the pain went away. Usually he didn't like this sort of thing. *Guess after a few weeks it kind of grows on you.* He thought to himself hysterically.
*NO! It isn't right. This is wrong. Wrong. Wrong. WRONG!* another voice inside his head was yelling. A voice that sounded suspiciously like his ex-lover.
*I have to stop. He'll never want me if he catches me doing this.* his conscious whispered.
*FOOL! He didn't want you before either. How could this make it worse? Hmm?* the hysterical voice asked.
*I've changed. That's why I'm back. To show him I've changed. The contract I took was for the PTB. I'm not working in the same way as before. I'm good now.* he argued back.
Hysterical laughter. *You sound like a whipped little puppy.* The voice said. *Well don't look now choirboy but if you call this good, I'd hate to see what you deem as bad.*
He looked at the mass carnage he'd caused and shivered.
*Face it your just going to have to balance this out.* Cackled the hysterical voice. *Time to write another letter to the police, deary!*
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Durby's Dinner and Hotel 10 a.m.:
Moaning, Jim tried to move but he couldn't manage it. He knew he was going to be sore all over and it wasn't just because he'd slept on the cold tile floor of the bathroom last night. Nope, his curly haired guide was responsible for this and he was going to take care of it. Jim didn't want to move just yet though. Nu uh, he was enjoying just watching Blair sleep. It wasn't everyday he awoke to his partner lying on top of him sound asleep and totally debauched.
He was still inside. Jim couldn't get over that little bit of information. Ok not so little. Hell Blair was large for a man his size. That didn't mean Blair was eighteen inches and seven inches wide like a lot of those stupid slash fiction stories he'd seen posted online. *Hell that isn't a dick that's a fucking flagpole!* Jim thought.
Jim had started to read slash fiction when his dreams of him and Blair first occurred. The more he'd read the more he'd blushed. It was his damnable curiosity had gotten him to start surfing. He hated computers and didn't want to hit a bunch of porn sites but it was better than having the stuff lying around for someone to find. The pictures were, well they didn't do anything for him and even just reading what he had wasn't nearly as graphic as his dreams had been. Still it did give him the low down on things. He'd heard stuff while working in Vice and the ARMY, so he understood how sex between males could happen with some kind of prep work. Still it was another ballpark entirely to hear or read about it and actually doing it.
Blair stirred and mumbled something Jim couldn't understand. He could however, feel Blair growing hard inside of him. Blair's teeth latched on to his left nipple and tugged just enough to pull a moan from Jim's throat. Blair nibbled his way up from the chest blow him and worked his way up to the shoulder were he bit down hard enough to draw blood.
Pain shot through him swiftly followed by a primal urge to purr. He was marked now. His Guide Had Marked HIM! The sentinel and modern man merged into one being and one mind. Jim could see himself through the sentinel's eyes and vice versa. Grinning, Jim decided it was time to make sure no one else could ever try to clam his guide again.
Kissing Jim's lips with his own blood stained lips, was more erotic then any of his other dreams. This was some really kinky shit and he hadn't known he could be turned on by it. Blair smiled down at his dream lover and was amazed at how real this Jim looked. Jim nuzzled him hinting to his mate to pull back his hair and expose his neck. Blair did it without hesitation.
It was when Jim's teeth sank into his flesh that he realized it wasn't a dream. This was really happening and damned if he didn't howl and cum when bitten. Panting while his mind tried to catch up, Blair's body hummed with energy. Guide and anthropologist united and formed one entity. He could never remember being so clear and attuned to Jim before. It was like someone had switched on a knowledge in him he'd had all this time, but had somehow forgotten. It was incredible.
"Bed. Now." Jim growled.
Smirking Blair pulled out and helped the older man up. Cleaning themselves up first, they headed for the closest bed. They pulled back the sheets and settled down for a little more play. Jim was exploring his mate's navel when his cell phone went off.
Growling at the cell phone, Jim flipped it open and answered, "This is Ellison. I'm in the middle of something important. So unless someone has died call back later!"
"As a matter of fact detective, someone has." said the voice on the other line.
" Who is this?" Jim asked as he sat up.
"This is Captain Marcus Sanchez of the 53 rd precinct, Captain Banks' friend."
~~~~~~~~~~~~TBC~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Claude J. Exeter Memorial Park 10 p.m. :
It was in the air, that feeling he got just before the memories besieged him and his senses pummeled him.
"NO!" he whispered fervently, pleading with what ever gods might be listening. It had to stop. This couldn't go on forever, surely he would go mad from all this. He couldn't take it anymore. Screaming, crying, yelling and it wasn't enough, not anymore. He would do anything just to make it all vanish.
His skin was on fire, his head ringing with the pain of all the sounds swamping his ears, and the foul stench entrenched within his nostrils; a vicious mix of all that surrounded him. His eyes watered, burning, the lights were everywhere. He sensed the wind coming for him, whispering to him, and it was driving him berserk!
They were laughing at him; the wind, the sky, the earth, and even the night. *They were all laughing at him!* He'd show them though. *NO ONE LAUGHS AT ME! NO ONE!*
The laughter filled his head drowning out everything else. It fueled his hate, his anger. He would kill them. *KILL THEM ALL!!!*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Claude J. Exeter Memorial Park 3 a.m. :
*Blood and entrails and flesh. OH MY! Blood and entrails and flesh. OH MY!* he thought snickering. This was actually becoming fun once the pain went away. Usually he didn't like this sort of thing. *Guess after a few weeks it kind of grows on you.* He thought to himself hysterically.
*NO! It isn't right. This is wrong. Wrong. Wrong. WRONG!* another voice inside his head was yelling. A voice that sounded suspiciously like his ex-lover.
*I have to stop. He'll never want me if he catches me doing this.* his conscious whispered.
*FOOL! He didn't want you before either. How could this make it worse? Hmm?* the hysterical voice asked.
*I've changed. That's why I'm back. To show him I've changed. The contract I took was for the PTB. I'm not working in the same way as before. I'm good now.* he argued back.
Hysterical laughter. *You sound like a whipped little puppy.* The voice said. *Well don't look now choirboy but if you call this good, I'd hate to see what you deem as bad.*
He looked at the mass carnage he'd caused and shivered.
*Face it your just going to have to balance this out.* Cackled the hysterical voice. *Time to write another letter to the police, deary!*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Durby's Dinner and Hotel 10 a.m.:
Moaning, Jim tried to move but he couldn't manage it. He knew he was going to be sore all over and it wasn't just because he'd slept on the cold tile floor of the bathroom last night. Nope, his curly haired guide was responsible for this and he was going to take care of it. Jim didn't want to move just yet though. Nu uh, he was enjoying just watching Blair sleep. It wasn't everyday he awoke to his partner lying on top of him sound asleep and totally debauched.
He was still inside. Jim couldn't get over that little bit of information. Ok not so little. Hell Blair was large for a man his size. That didn't mean Blair was eighteen inches and seven inches wide like a lot of those stupid slash fiction stories he'd seen posted online. *Hell that isn't a dick that's a fucking flagpole!* Jim thought.
Jim had started to read slash fiction when his dreams of him and Blair first occurred. The more he'd read the more he'd blushed. It was his damnable curiosity had gotten him to start surfing. He hated computers and didn't want to hit a bunch of porn sites but it was better than having the stuff lying around for someone to find. The pictures were, well they didn't do anything for him and even just reading what he had wasn't nearly as graphic as his dreams had been. Still it did give him the low down on things. He'd heard stuff while working in Vice and the ARMY, so he understood how sex between males could happen with some kind of prep work. Still it was another ballpark entirely to hear or read about it and actually doing it.
Blair stirred and mumbled something Jim couldn't understand. He could however, feel Blair growing hard inside of him. Blair's teeth latched on to his left nipple and tugged just enough to pull a moan from Jim's throat. Blair nibbled his way up from the chest blow him and worked his way up to the shoulder were he bit down hard enough to draw blood.
Pain shot through him swiftly followed by a primal urge to purr. He was marked now. His Guide Had Marked HIM! The sentinel and modern man merged into one being and one mind. Jim could see himself through the sentinel's eyes and vice versa. Grinning, Jim decided it was time to make sure no one else could ever try to clam his guide again.
Kissing Jim's lips with his own blood stained lips, was more erotic then any of his other dreams. This was some really kinky shit and he hadn't known he could be turned on by it. Blair smiled down at his dream lover and was amazed at how real this Jim looked. Jim nuzzled him hinting to his mate to pull back his hair and expose his neck. Blair did it without hesitation.
It was when Jim's teeth sank into his flesh that he realized it wasn't a dream. This was really happening and damned if he didn't howl and cum when bitten. Panting while his mind tried to catch up, Blair's body hummed with energy. Guide and anthropologist united and formed one entity. He could never remember being so clear and attuned to Jim before. It was like someone had switched on a knowledge in him he'd had all this time, but had somehow forgotten. It was incredible.
"Bed. Now." Jim growled.
Smirking Blair pulled out and helped the older man up. Cleaning themselves up first, they headed for the closest bed. They pulled back the sheets and settled down for a little more play. Jim was exploring his mate's navel when his cell phone went off.
Growling at the cell phone, Jim flipped it open and answered, "This is Ellison. I'm in the middle of something important. So unless someone has died call back later!"
"As a matter of fact detective, someone has." said the voice on the other line.
" Who is this?" Jim asked as he sat up.
"This is Captain Marcus Sanchez of the 53 rd precinct, Captain Banks' friend."
~~~~~~~~~~~~TBC~~~~~~~~~~~