Kiss Me Cruel

Pairing: Jim/Blair, Jim/Blair/Rafe, Blair/other (meet JT, everyone)
Rating: NC-17 for abuse
Archive: the WWOMB
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Disclaimers: Jim and Blair belong to Petfly, but their personas are my own, as is the delightfully protective JT who belongs to me and Blair body and soul.
Notes: This is an AU. Any resemblance to the well known characters is quite deliberate, but the character abnormalities make them mine
AUTHOR'S WARNING: These two are not the J&B you know well, so if a hard Au doesn't appeal, you know what to do
Summary: Jim leaves a battered and bruised Blair to another's tender care
Warnings: Jim is a man with a temper: Blair is a man with a secret to protect
This story begins here

"Jim, I thought you might like to have...." Blair froze in mid-turn as Rafe preceded Jim into the apartment. "Rafe..."

A cruel smile curved Jim's lips and he nodded. "Yeah, I thought the same thing. What are you still doing here?"

Blinking, Blair's lips formed silent words before he found his voice again. "Ta...Taking up space, I guess." His hands fluttered, waving the linen napkins he'd been folding for the setting. "I...." The napkins dropped, forgotten, missing the laid out table by inches. "I guess I'll just get out of your way." he managed to push out of his tight throat.

"Look, it might be better if we did this some other time," Rafe said softly. "Blair, I am sor...."

"Blair was just leaving, weren't you?" Jim interrupted.

Shattered eyes flicked over Jim then dropped. "Yeah. I..." His diamond bright glance raced around the room. "I'll just grab my duffel tonight, okay?" he said, snatching up the bag in fumbling fingers. "Huh....JT can pick up the rest of my stuff tomorrow while you're at the precinct, okay? I....He knows what's mine. I...."

He came to a sudden halt, his embarrassed exit blocked by the two men in the doorway. Blair lifted apprehensive eyes to Jim. "Please...."

Rafe stepped aside and Blair darted between them.

He didn't make it to the door. Jim's hand snaked out catching up a fistful of russet curls. Slow pressure pulled him back to stand pressed against Jim's rock-hard chest.

Blair cringed under Jim's questing hand. He whimpered softly as strong fingers curled around his cock and squeezed until it hurt. "Jim, don't.... I..."

Jim brushed aside Blair's curls and nuzzled the sensitive spot on his neck, while his hand kept busy below. Blair arched back into his tormentor's embrace, his breaths picking up.

"You little whore. You were always a quick turn on." Jim shoved him toward Rafe.

Rafe caught the stunned man. "Jesus, Jim..."

Jim waved the shocked words away. "Want to sample the bitch before he goes, Rafe?"

Blair's knees trembled under a wave of pure anguish. "Jim, please. I'm sorry I didn't go sooner. I thought...."

Jim kicked the door shut. "Did you really?" His long finger traced Blair's bruised cheek. "Think, that is. How unusual."

"Jim, this has gotten a little out of hand, don't you think?" Rafe asked, his hands rubbing Blair's icy arms. "You're scaring the shit out of...."

Jim silenced him with a quick kiss. "We're gonna have fun tonight, Rafe. You and me...." His fingers tangled in Blair's hair again, tugging his head back painfully. "And the little slut."

"Jim, I don't like the way this is going." Rafe murmured.

"Ah, come on now. I know you want him. I saw you watching his ass in those tight jeans when he came to the station for one thing or another." Jim curled a finger under Blair's chin, forcing his head around. "You want Rafe to fuck you, don't you, slut?"

Blair winced under the harsh words.

"Don't you?"

Fear licked his soul. "Ye-es..." he stammered.

"Say it. Look at Rafe and tell him you want him."

Blair turned his head toward the man holding him, shuttering his gaze with his lashes. "I....want you to fuck me, Rafe."

Jim gave Blair's head a rough shove and stepped away, grinning. "See, its settled then. Blair's gonna service the both of us."

"Jim...." Blair tried one last time. "You don't have to do this. I got the message."

"What message would that be, slut?" Jim asked innocently. "Why so reluctant, huh?" A nasty glint entered cruel blue eyes. "Oh, yeah. I forgot. You haven't been paid yet." Jim dug around in his pocket then drew out a coin and flipped it hard against Blair's chest. "That should just about cover it."

Blair's eyes dropped to the coin.

A quarter.

Two bits.

The message was all to clear.

In Jim's eyes, Blair was a two-bit whore.

Something vital died inside him.

"Okay, let's do it then," he said softly and bent to pick up the quarter.

"Blair, are you all right?" Rafe asked.

Shoving the coin into his hip pocket, Blair turned a false grin on the detective. "Sure, man. Why wouldn't I be?" He slithered over the tall man's chest, drawing his head down for a slut's passionate kiss. "That what ya want, darling? Sure it is. Let me make you feel good." His hand cupped Rafe's cock, drawing nails over the denim covered shaft. "Oh, yeah, You are a big one, aren't ya? Just like I like 'em."

Rafe's breath hissed between his teeth, swallowing up his resistance. His arms wrapped tightly around the other man. "God, I never dreamt...."

Blair rubbed himself over the taller man, stimulating him with every whore's trick he had ever learned. Rafe grabbed Blair's hips and pressed them tight against his own, groaning. "Feels so good."

"That's right, Rafe," Blair rasped, his mind slipping away to watch his body. It was a trick he'd used from the beginning. Separating body from soul. Keeping at least one small part of himself clean. "So good."

Jim chuckled. "Let's move this into the guest bedroom."

Blair contained a shudder. Jim intended to sully every aspect of his time in this apartment. Ah well, after tonight it wouldn't matter.

"Sounds...nice." He drew his hand down Rafe's arm, lacing his fingers with the overwhelmed detective. "Come on, darling. I'm gonna rock your world."

Jim followed them into the bedroom, propping his shoulder on the doorframe. "Strip, Blair. And get on the bed, crossways so we can both get what we want."

Blair hesitated a mere second than slowly slipped out of his shirt and pants, carefully folding them onto the bedside table.

"Briefs too."

Blair shucked off his last defense and stood naked before the two fully dressed men. Just get through this next bit, he assured himself. Afterwards, it won't matter.

Head bowed, he slanted a seductive grin toward Rafe, playing to the man who had been a friend, but was now nothing more than a john in his mind. It was easier than acknowledging that the man he loved hated his guts.

"Want me to undress you, Rafe?" he cooed, sliding his delicate hands under the sweater and easing it slowly up Rafe's chest, peppering the smooth skin with nips and kisses.

Rafe's head fell back and he moaned deep in throat. "God, Jim, he's got magic in his hands."

Blair drifted to his knees, attacking Rafe's slacks with the same seductive treatment. His long fingers slipped down the waistband of Rafe's boxers, stroking the silken shaft into urgent attention before he rolled the cotton briefs down to puddle at the detective's feet.

Rafe's cock shuddered against Blair's cheek. The young man turned his head, licking the hot flesh like a child with a lollipop.

"On the bed," Jim repeated, snatching Blair's arm up and settling the man down on his hands and knees across the bed. "Rafe over there. Let Blair suck you off."

Rafe hesitated a moment before he moved into position. Blair closed his eyes, casting his mind away and swallowed the long hot flesh pressed against his lips.

"That's right, slut. Suck him. Make it special for my new lover, whore."

The sound of a zipper being pulled warned Blair of what was next. He urged his protesting body to relax, waiting for the gentle fingers to prepare him.

Jim's sudden dry penetration tore a harsh scream from his throat, but the sound was muffled by Rafe's hard cock filling his mouth.

Blair closed his mind to what was being done to him. If he didn't think about it, it couldn't hurt him. If he didn't feel, it couldn't destroy him.

Moments later, the johns collapsed across the bed, leaving him the only one not lying down. "Bathroom," he muttered, slipping off the bed.

"Make it fast," Jim snapped, gathering Rafe for a long passionate kiss.

"Yeah, Just a couple minutes."

Blair snatched up his clothes and scurried into the bathroom.

He quickly donned his clothes, then crept back through the apartment and out the door. He dashed down the hall, making good his escape.

"Blair, wait..." JT's voice called him up short.

He turned to stare at the tall man and the tears burst through the ice around his heart. "I can't, JT." he said. "I can't." He whirled on his heel, dashing into the street.

"No." JT shouted. "Look out....."

Blair never saw the car that slammed into him. He never felt the street tearing up his body.

"Blair....?"

His breath rattling in his throat, Blair forced his eyes open. A soft smile curved his lips. "JT..."

"Hang on, Blair." JT turned his head. "Call an ambulance. Somebody, call 911. Blair, hang on, dear heart. Hang on."

"JT...." The light faded from his eyes and Blair slumped in the other man's arms.


Continues in Chapter 3