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: JT confrounts Jim when the pimp is murdered
Warnings: Jim is a man with a temper: Blair is a man with a secret to protect

The news of one Jericho Madrid, well known pimp boss, dying while trying to evade arrest only bought a small clip in the paper on the day Blair was released from the hospital. It didn’t rate any blurb on the TV news at all.

It did however have JT shaking in his boots when he dared to ask, "How? What happened?"

"An arrest gone south. Happens." Jim shrugged out of the truck and nodded for JT to get out on his side.

JT scampered across the seat and stepped out next to him. "But how?"

"Madrid bolted. We gave chase. Crooks always run up. Stupid. Not to mention tiring." Jim shrugged. "Near as I can figure, his foot slipped on a rung. Seven flights is a long fall. Messy. Like I said, it happens."

"You didn’t…" JT bit his lip to stall the words.

"Push him off the building? Is that what you want to know?"

JT’s gaze darted frantically, looking everywhere but at Jim. "You said you….Ehmmm, forget it, huh? A dumb question."

Dragging JT into his arms, Jim grinned. "Scared of the answer, JT? Just now realize I’d have to do you if I admitted to killing that bastard?"

JT blanched, squirming in the embrace. "No, I…."

"Relax, babe," Jim murmured, petting back blonde hair with a restrained hand. "Rafe and H handled the arrest. Was Rafe who chased Madrid up the fire escape. I wasn’t even in on the arrest."

"Then you didn’t…."

Jim’s hand cupped JT’s cock possessively "That’s not to say I didn’t put the word out that something similar could happen to anyone who messes with one of the Ellison boys."

"Jesus…."

"You think to much, JT," Jim claimed a soft kiss. "For a whore."

Shuddering against the snake calm detective, JT lifted green eyes to blue. "Why do you want Blair and me when you can’t get past our selling our asses? Why don’t you go hunt down a goddamn virgin and make everyone happy?"

"Is that what you think I should do?" Jim leaned down to blow a hot breath over JT’s left nipple through his shirt.

JT arched under the heated breath. "Jim…."

Chuckling darkly, Jim flicked his tongue over the silk cloth. "Who wants to train a babe," He captured the now hard flesh with hungry lips, suckling strongly through the barrier.

"Oh, God." JT’s fingers tangled in Jim’s shorn hair and he arched, pressing deeper into Jim’s heated mouth. "Not in the middle of the parking lot, for god’s sake." He gasped, holding Jim tight against his breast.

Jim nipped the tender nub. "Want me to stop?"

"Oh God, no."

Jim grinned around the straining nipple, patting JT’s full to bursting erection "So damn responsive." He laved the man’s breast again drawing a ragged moan from tight lips. "I could make you come in your pants just by licking and sucking on those, couldn’t I?" He stole a quick kiss, his fingers brushing over the damp cloth. "Let’s go get my Blair, sweet. I want him home."

JT held back, ignoring the scowl on Jim’s face. "You remember your promise, right?" He sliddled up against Jim, rubbing his hips suggestively. "You won’t…"

Jim’s fingers clamped down hard on JT’s hips, stilling him "Don’t try to use sex to lead me, JT. I know plenty of whores who can get me off." He kissed the tip of JT’s nose. "I said I’d give him time to recover. Just don’t push me, slut boy, or I’ll teach you both a lesson when we get home."

"A….A lesson…?"

Jim nodded. "You want him to see what happens to bad boys?"

"You’d…In front of him you’d…"

Jim laced his fingers around JT’s. "I do love him, JT. But the sooner he remembers how our relationship is run, the better for everyone concerned."

"Jim…"

Hard fingers crunched down around JT’s , pulling a whimper from him. "Please, I’ll be good…"

Jim tapped his cheek sharply. "I know you will. You’d do anything to keep Blair in the dark."

JT’s lashes dropped sheltering his gaze. "I love him."

"Love him…"

"I do." JT said sharply. "I’m sorry if that pisses you off, but I won’t pretend I don’t love him. I won’t. If that means you’re gonna punish me on a regular basis I’ll take it and I won’t complain."

"What about me, slut boy?" Jim jeered. "You love me too?"

JT smiled into Jim’s chilling gaze. "I…could….if you let me."

Jim’s jaw dropped. "Let’s….Let’s go get Blair." He set off, dragging JT behind him.

"Jim, wait…"

"Shut up, slut boy." Jim barreled on.

JT trotted behind. "You asked. You wanted to know, right?"

Jim stopped suddenly, wrenching JT up against him. "Don’t be stupid. You know what a long term relationship with me would be like. Is that what you want?"

"No," JT admitted. "But it doesn’t have to be like this. You don’t have to be like this."

"Don’t I?" Jim sneered. Then his eyes warmed slightly. "Don’t I?"

"Jim, you just have to trust Blair. He loves you. You don’t have to rough him up to keep him. You don’t have to blackmail him. He loves you, do you hear me?"

Jim snorted. "He doesn’t even know who the hell I am."

"But he will. He will remember."

"You don’t know that. Not even the doctors know how long…" Jim’s voice cracked. "He may never be right again. Brain damage…"

"Don’t," JT silenced him with a hand to his lips. "Don’t borrow trouble, Jim. You have to believe it’s going to come out right. Blair…"

"Stow it. I don’t want to hear it." Jim snapped and was off again, dragging JT behind him


Continues in Part 7