Kiss Me Cruel

Fandom: the sentinel
Pairing: Jim/Blair, Jim/Blair/Rafe, Blair/other (meet JT, everyone)
Rating: NC-17 for abuse
Archive: the WWOMB
Other websites: http://www.squidge.org/~peja/
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: At the hospital
Warnings: Jim is a man with a temper: Blair is a man with a secret to protect

Jim burst into the hospital room and ground to a sudden halt. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?" JT glared at the hostile detective across the white sheeted, unconscious Blair. "Waiting for my friend to die."

"That's not going to happen." Scowling darker by the second, Jim strode to the bed and lifted Blair's colorless, chilled hand. "Blair? Can you hear me, Blair? Its Jim."

JT snorted. "Oh, that'll make him want to come out of this."

Jim glowered at the other man. "You think you know what's between me and Blair?" he demanded. "You think you know what my Blair wants?"

"No, not entirely, but I do know he wanted to die because of something you did," JT snarled. "I know he chose to step off the curb into the path of that truck, because I was there to see it happen."

"Don't be ridiculous." Jim growled. "Blair has the strongest survival instincts I've ever seen."

"Except where you're concerned." JT straightened already straight blankets over his injured friend. "Where you're concerned he just can't see past the..." He floundered for a truth he didn't want to acknowledge.

But Jim knew and smiled. "The word you want is love. The little slut had the fool's own luck to fall in love with me, didn't he? Even while he's slipping around, he believes he's in love with me. Even when I'm... Disciplining him for his indiscretions and he wants to hate me, he loves me, doesn't he?"

"Disciplining him? Is that what you call beating the life out of him. Discipline? You need help, cop."

"Blair trusts me."

The fight went out of JT. "And there's the pity. You'll kill him in the end, won't you? One way or another, you will be the reason behind his death."

Jim slanted him a curious glance. "Why would I do that?"

"I know you are the reason for him being here," JT hissed. "I know it. I just don't know what you did to him...this time. Tell me, detective, what pushed him over the edge? What did you do to him?"

Jim's lips parted in a shark's smile. "Not a damn thing any john doesn't do when he lets them pick his ass up off the streets."

JT stared at him in confusion, then his eyes drifted to the shiny quarter lying on the bedside table that the paramedics had pried from his clenched fist at the accident scene. "Oh, my God....You paid him...." JT picked up the coin, staring at Jim. "You paid him this....?"

Jim shrugged. "Figured that was about what he'd charge for a roll with me and my new lover. He's getting up there in age, isn't he? Street values tend to plummet at his age."

"You bastard....."

Jim stepped into the other man's space, pulling him up by his collar. "You call me that one more time and I'll cram your teeth down your throat. Got it?"

JT glared into pale blue eyes. "Think you can?"

"Yeah, I do."

JT grinned. "Why don't you back off.....big guy. Blair won't think kindly on what your doing here, now will he? He walked away from you....finally. Why don't you let him go? You don't want him anyway."

"What I want is my business." Jim released the other man with a rough shove. "Blair is my business. You...I want out of his life. Got that? I catch you with him again and....." he chuckled, cracking his knuckles. "Well, you know how pissed it makes me to think of him with another man."

"I won't abandon him to you, Ellison." JT seethed. "You don't deserve him."

Picking up one of Blair's chilled hands, Jim chuckled. "Then it's damn lucky for me that we seldom get what we....." He kissed a knuckle. "...Deserve."

"I won't let you hurt him anymore, Ellison. I'll report you...."

Jim arched a dark brow. "To who?" A slow smile crept over his lips. "Simon Banks? I.A?" He laughed harshly. "I'm a cop, hooker boy. Who do you think they are going to believe?"

JT glanced at Blair. "You know...?"

"I know everything there is to know, slut. About you and my own personal whore. If I wanted, I could have you locked away so deep you would never see light again." He kissed Blair's second knuckle. "Both of you."

"You wouldn't do that to..."

Jim's brow crept higher.

A look of absolute horror flickered in JTs quicksilver eyes. "You would? My god. You would."

"He belongs to me." Jim brushed the wayward curls back from Blair's washed-out features. "What is mine, I keep."

"You don't want him...."

"Don't I?" Jim threw a cutting glare over his shoulder. "My, now who told you that?"

"The way you've been...."

"Treating him?" Jim's laugh was a harsh bark. "He deserves everything he gets. The bastard cheats on me on a regular basis. For money."

New horror dawned in JTs eyes and he slumped down into his chair. "Oh, my God. You....you're jealous."

Jim speared the other man with a deadly glare. "What of it? Damn straight I'm jealous. I took this bitch boy into my home. I took him into my bed. And what does he do to repay me? He sells his fucking ass to any john with the blow to take him up on it."

"Not because he wants to..."

"No? Then why? Why when I'm taking care of him does he strut his ass on the streets?"

JT sighed. "He can't get out."

"Can't? Or won't"

"You know what goes down on the corner, dude," JT said softly. "Once you're in you are in. Out is only done one way." JT covered Blair's hand with his own. "Apparently Blair choose to take that only way this evening." A bitter laugh parted his lips. "Too bad he didn't succeed."


Continues in Part 4