Title: One Moonlit Night
Author: Angelee
Fandoms: The Sentinel/Blade Trinity
Pairings:
Jim/Blair/Drake and maybe
Rating: Adult
Summary: It happened one moonlit night.
Beta: By Bobbie. All remaining errors are my own. With apologies.
One Moonlit Night
“What have we here?”
Blair turned, startled. “Hi, fellas. What brings you out on a night like this one?” he asked nervously, as he eyed the three men coming toward him. He really shouldn’t have taken this route to his car, especially this late at night, but it was the fastest way to get to his car. Jim was going to kill him. If he survived.
A scruffy looking man stared him up and down as if he were a tasty meal.
“Someone like you really shouldn’t be out this late at night.”
Blair swallowed heavily. “I…I know. I was working late on my thesis and I wanted to get to my car fast. My roommate will be worrying about me about now.”
“As well he should,” the man told him. “Especially from us.”
Blair looked around for a means of escape, but found all ways blocked as they moved in on him. “Look, if you want money, you can have my wallet. There’s not much in there. It’s the middle of the month, so all I’ve got is a five, a couple of ones and dust bunnies. It’s yours,” he said, reaching for his wallet.
“We don’t want your money, sweetcheeks.”
“What do you want then?”
The man that had been doing all the talking came closer. “You.”
What he did then scared the living daylights and took ten years off Blair’s life. The man lifted his head and hissed viciously at him, baring his teeth. It was the teeth thing that scared Blair the most. He watched as the incisors stretched and lengthened. This was something out of a bad movie. Really bad. Especially for him. The other two men did the same, coming so close to Blair he could smell their bad breath.
He crinkled his nose. “Whew! You guys really need to learn better oral hygiene.”
“Smart ass,” the scruffy guy hissed at him. “I’ll show you what happens when you give us fucking attitude.”
Blair wasn’t going to go down without a fight. As he mentally prepared himself for a fight he knew he wasn’t going to win, a voice, deep and slightly accented, broke in.
“No, I don’t believe you will.”
The three harassing Blair pulled back. “M…master?” Scruffy guy asked nervously.
Out of the shadows, into the light from the full moon, came one of the most beautiful men Blair had ever seen. Well, maybe not as pretty as Jim, but close. Really, really close, not to mention really, really huge.
The man nodded slowly, arrogantly. “Oh, yes.”
“Do you want him, Master?”
Master looked Blair up and down. “Yes, I believe that I do.”
“Could we just have a taste? A small one? He smells so sweet.”
“No.”
The three men sighed unhappily. “As you wish, Master.” With that, they disappeared back into the shadows.
Blair stared at this new development. “Thanks, man.
I thought they were going to have me as a
Master smiled at him. “They were.”
Blair blinked at that. “Oh.”
Master came closer and with a finger under Blair’s chin, lifted his face into the moonlight. “You truly are beautiful,” he replied softly, staring hungrily into the blue eyes looking back apprehensively.
“A…are you going to let me go? My roommate is waiting for me.”
Master moved closer, sniffing at the warm breath that misted toward him. “Perhaps. Perhaps I’ll keep you for myself. I haven’t seen anyone as beautiful as you in a very, very long time and so full of life.”
“J…Jim’ll miss me if you do that.”
Master raised his free hand to gently, carefully allow a soft curl to wrap around his finger. “Your roommate?”
“Y…yes.”
“Lucky man.”
Blair felt himself blush. “Not that kind of roommate. W…we share an apartment.”
“Ah.”
Blair swallowed heavily. “A…are you going to let me go? Please. I don’t have anything you’d want.”
Master’s look turned predatory. “Oh, you have a lot I’d want. Very much so.”
Blair shook his head, freeing his hair from the gentle grasp. “No. No really, I don’t. I’m just a student, with a major college debt. My car is always broken. My roommate says my feet smell. Really, I got nothing.”
Master ran a finger down the side of Blair’s throat, feeling the heavy, erratic pulse that beat there. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”
“Let me go, please,” Blair pleaded. “I just want to go home. I swear I’ll never take a short cut for the rest of my life.”
“I’m not keeping you from going home.”
Blair looked startled for a moment. “You’re not?”
Master ran his forefinger over the warm pulse. “No.”
Blair moved away from the touch cautiously, looking for any signs that he should be aware and very frightened of. “Okay, then. Thank you for saving me from those men.”
Master tilted his head to the side in acknowledgement. “You are welcome.”
Blair took off like the proverbial bat out of hell, not once turning to looking back. In all honesty, he was too afraid. He did not see the tall, muscular man watching him with an odd look on his handsome face.
***
Blair had mostly forgotten all about the incident that had happened to him one moonlit night. Till about a month later he ran into the man who’d saved him-literally, coming out of the library as he tripped on the stairs.
“Oh, sorry, man. Me and my clumsy feet.” He looked up. “Oh, M…master?”
Master gave him a brilliant smile. “I like the sound of that, but I am not your Master.”
Blair frowned. “You’re not?”
The smile deepened, allowing Blair to see some really pretty dimples. “Not unless you want me to be.”
“W…what?”
“Never mind that for now. My name is Drake.”
“Drake? Those guys called you Master.”
An arm to Blair’s elbow got him out of harms way as a group of students came barreling down the steps.
“That’s because to them I am.”
Drake watched in fascination as Blair’s big blue eyes narrowed speculatively. “Are you into S&M, or something freaky like that? Not that there’s anything wrong with it. It’s just not my cup of tea. Getting my bare bottom spanked is not my idea of a big thrill.”
Drake chuckled softly. “And what does your bare bottom enjoy? Perhaps some kisses and gently stroking?”
Blair blinked, then turned a bright pink. “Hmm…”
Drake reached out and gently stroked the left side of his face, enjoying the heat coming off the pale flesh. “Did I embarrass you?”
Blair looked up at the man cupping his face from between his lashes. “Ah, yeah, you did.” The hand was cool, all most cold. It felt kinda of good. “You got me good.”
A thumb gently stroked his lower lip. “Not yet, but I will.”
Blair didn’t know what to say to that. “I…ah…”
“Is your roommate waiting for you again?”
“Yeah. That’s why I came out of the library so fast. I’m late.”
“Then I probably shouldn’t keep you,” Drake replied, but didn’t release Blair, continuing to run his thumb over the curly haired man’s sensual lower lip. He very much liked the way Blair blinked up at him sleepily.
“I should, I should probably go.”
“Yes.”
Blair shook his head slightly as if to clear it, but not enough to move it away from the gently cupping hand. “I…ah….”
“Yes.”
Drake did it for him, pulling away slowly, watching as Blair frowned at him, in disappointment.
“Jim…”
“Your roommate?”
Blair almost followed the hand, wanting more of the cool touch. “Yeah.”
“Waiting?”
“Yes…” Blair shook his head this time, making an effort to clear the sensual fog covering his brain. “See you,” he said absently as he backed away and stumbled on the steps he had forgotten were there, only to be saved once again by the dark haired, mysterious man watching him with twinkling blue eyes. With one final look, Blair hurried away.
Drake gave a slight smile. “Oh, yes, Blair Sandburg. You most definitely will.”