Jim looked grimly at the young woman invading his home and pointing a gun at him and his partner. "What do you want?" he growled menacingly, stepping in front of Blair to protect him from the stranger.

The young woman smiled. "To have a little fun. I was bored out of my mind and decided to play a little with the two of you. Now, I want you to do exactly what I tell you, or I'll shoot one of you. Understand?"

Both Blair and Jim nodded tersely. "Good boys! Let's get the show on the road then. Both of you, get your clothes off."

"What?!" Jim exclaimed. "No way, lady!"

The young woman sighed sadly. "Fine. I guess I'll just have to kill beautiful Blair, then."

"No!" Jim shouted. "We'll get undressed! Jesus!"

After the two men were naked, she continued her demands. "Blair, I want you to lay on your back on the couch. Very good!" she complimented, as the young man obeyed her command. "Now, Jim, I want you to kiss him."

"What?!" Jim exclaimed again. "No way, lady!"

The poor young woman sighed sadly again, annoyed with the dialogue repetition. "Fine. I guess I'll just have to kill hunky, gorgeous Blair, then."

"No!" Jim shouted... er... begged.

"Make up your mind, Ellison! This is supposed to be a short story!" she stated, somewhat amused.

"Okay, okay! I'll kiss him."

Jim sat on the couch close to Blair and whispered, "I'm sorry, Chief."

Blair gave him an hesitant little smile. "It's okay, Big Guy. I understand."

Jim bent over to brush his lips softly across Blair's.

"Oh, come on, Ellison! I can't believe you call that a kiss!" She scowled. "Where the hell have you been for the last twenty years or so? You can do better than that, can't you? Use your tongue, for Christ's sake!"

Jim growled deep in his throat, but obeyed. His eyes apologizing to his partner, he leaned down again to kiss Blair, his tongue laving the young man's lower lip gently, asking permission to enter.

Blair seemed reluctant at first, but Jim stroked his cheek tenderly, soothing, taking away the fear, and soon Blair found himself responding to the Sentinel's caress and kiss. Their tongues met and battled lazily for a while, Jim taking the final control of the kiss, making it deeper and more intense. But of course, it was only because he was being forced to do it!

"Good, very good," their 'attacker' smiled happily. "Now Jim, I want you to kiss your way down Blair's body. And don't forget to pay special attention to his nipples."

Jim looked up at his partner and saw nothing but trust. Giving the young woman the cold glare he saved for hardened criminals and receiving a snort in return, he decided to obey the next order. After all, he didn't want his little guppy hurt, now did he?

He trailed kisses down Blair's neck, nipping lightly as to not leave a mark, laving the scented skin and enjoying the shudder he felt from the sturdy body under his. Jim moved to Blair's chest, gently caressing the silken flesh with his lips and tongue. Reaching the young man's nipples, he breathed air onto them, making them harder, then sucked and bit tenderly, licking them at the same time to ease some of the hurt.

Out of their own volition, Blair's hands held Jim's head to his chest, as though hanging on for dear life, and a pleasured moan left his arched throat. But of course, it was only because he was being forced to do it!

"Okay, enough of that. Jim, take his cock into your mouth." the young woman ordered.

"Oh, God! Please, anything but that!"

She pointed her gun in Blair's direction. "Want me to kill him?"

"No!"

"Then do it!"

"I'm sorry, Chief," Jim whispered again, before taking Blair's shaft between his lips, holding his hips gently.

"It's okay, Jim," Blair answered, trying to keep a smirk off of his face. Damn, he liked this woman!

"Harder!" she demanded with a smile, and Blair's grin widened. Yep, he definitely liked her!

Jim sucked harder, unconsciously rubbing Blair's thigh as he did it. Blair began to moan and whimper, pleasure racing through his body.

"Play with his balls, Jim," came the next order.

Jim began to massage Blair's testicles, an odd sensation of rightness washing through him. Was he beginning to enjoy this?!

"Very nice, boys! Now for the final touch. Blair, on your stomach." At his hesitation, she waved the gun again. "Now, Guppy!"

When he obeyed her, she turned to Jim, "Fuck him!"

"Please, yes... I mean... no..." Jim begged.

"You want me to shoot him, Jim?"

"No," Jim replied, pouting. "But I'll need something."

Being a very smart young woman, their 'attacker' immediately understood what he was talking about. "Oh, very well! Go get 'something', then. But no tricks, or Chief, Little Guppy, Darwin, Junior, etc, bites the dust. Get it?"

"Yeah, yeah..."

Jim left the couch and returned a minute later with a bottle of 'something' to help prepare for Blair's penetration. Both the young man *and* woman looked boggled at him.

"Salad oil?!" Blair squeaked.

The Sentinel shrugged. "Hey, it was that or crunchy peanut butter!"

"Oh. Okay, then."

Jim sat back on the couch and took his time preparing his soon-to-be lover, but of course, it was only because he was being forced to do it!

After five minutes of careful preparation -- hey, better safe than sorry! -- in which Blair was nearly going mad with need, and kept babbling in at least ten different dialects, their 'attacker' finally decided it was enough.

"You can stop now, Jim."

"....."

"Jim."

"JIM!"

"Umm? Oh, sorry!" he apologized, blushing. 'Damn, who would've thought that sticking your fingers inside someone else's ass could be so much fun?!' Jim thought, puzzled.

"Fuck him already!" she exploded. God, these two were difficult!

Jim eased his very, very, erect cock inside Blair's opening -- but of course, it was only because he was being forced to do it! -- and both cried out at the amazing feeling. He began to thrust into the tight heat slowly at first, faster when he felt Blair begin to thrust back. Soon they were both moaning loudly as pleasure wracked their bodies.

Without being told, Jim began to pump Blair's cock in time with his thrusts and soon Blair was coming with a shudder, his partner's name on his lips. His orgasm triggered Jim's, and he spilled his seed inside the young man, his lips mouthing Blair's name. Both exhausted and sated, they cuddled together on the couch whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears.

The young woman rose from the couch where she'd been sitting. "I'm leaving now," she announced, but no one heard her. The two men had fallen asleep in each other's arms. "That's gratitude for ya!"

She left the loft and as she arrived at the deserted street, she couldn't help doing a little graffiti on the 852 Prospect building, 'VampyrAlex was here'.

She began to walk slowly, sighing happily, "A writer's work is never done!"

THE END