Behind Blue Eyes
By Silk
Part 4
Blair started to tremble
in earnest as Michael's tongue caressed the inside of his ear. "S-stop.
Please?" He kept telling himself that the only reason it felt so good was
because it had been a long time since he had any kind of sex. That included
saying hi to Mr. Hand.
That was what gave him
the will to withstand the temptation of Michael in full Valentine mode. To put
it simply, there was enough of a resemblance between Michael and Jim for Blair
to become aroused. But the reason he had gone so long without sex was because
he didn't want anyone but Jim.
"Your body wants
it," Michael whispered into his ear, and Blair's manacled hands clutched
at the arms of the metal chair.
"My body wants a
lot of things. That doesn't mean it gets 'em," Blair snapped back.
Michael smiled. What a
telling remark. "Your Sentinel doesn't appreciate all of
your...assets?"
"If you mean, am I
sleeping with him, the answer is emphatically no."
A soft chuckle escaped
Michael's lips. "But you'd like to."
"What is this?
Twenty questions? Just ask me whatever the fuck you want to know and be done
with it." Blair was fast running out of patience. Not to mention
willpower. The urge to sublimate his attraction to Jim through Michael was
growing stronger by the minute. He didn't know if he could resist. Especially
if Michael turned up the heat.
"Does your Sentinel
know that you...crave his body?" Michael whispered into Blair's other ear,
totally disconcerting him. Just when he got accustomed to where Michael was in
relation to him...Michael changed things. It was a good way to keep him
off-balance.
"Look, he's not my
fucking Sentinel. I told you. None of that stuff is true. He's just an ordinary
cop."
Michael walked slowly
around Blair until he stood in front of him again, his arms folded neatly over
his chest. "An ordinary cop," Michael repeated. Giving Blair a
curious sidelong glance, he said, "An ordinary cop could never hope to
elude Section. Ellison seems to be one jump ahead of us at every turn. How do
you explain that? If he's...*not*...a Sentinel?"
"What do you
mean?"
Michael shook his head.
"He sees and hears us coming. Even on dark approach. That sound familiar
to you?"
Blair narrowed his eyes,
looking up at Michael. "If he was a fucking Sentinel, why would he let me
be captured?"
"Good question.
Maybe he doesn't place that high a value on your life." Michael's casual
words struck true fear into Blair's heart. It was what he'd been telling
himself for months. But to hear it from another's lips, especially a somewhat
disinterested party, hurt.
Michael took note of the
younger man's apparent distress, which he was unable to keep off his face,
briefly wondering why it bothered him. He was no stranger to interrogation. Nor
was he inexperienced with Valentine missions. Even the fact that Blair was a
man was not necessarily a deterrent. There were things in Michael's past that
Section wasn't aware of. Some potentially dangerous. Some merely...interesting.
"The truth
is..." Michael began, only to be cut short by Blair's surly, "You
wouldn't know the truth if it jumped up on my lap and introduced itself!"
Stifling the desire to
choke the life out of the young scientist, Michael continued, his face showing
absolutely no trace of his inner irritability. "As I was saying..."
Michael paused, as if waiting to be interrupted again, pondering how it was
possible that Blair Sandburg seemed unaffected by the not-inconsiderable array
of weapons of intimidation present.
"The truth is,
Section wants Jim Ellison. To study. To...create a whole new breed of
anti-terrorist warrior. One with advantages the other side could only dream
about." It was unusual for Michael to feel so passionate about his work.
Most of the time, his feelings were carefully compartmentalized, divorced from
the task at hand. It was a necessity. To take any other path would mean
madness.
"Then why take me?
Why not just read my fucking dissertation? Hey, I've got an idea. Let me up,
I'll just run down to Kinko's and make you a copy. Be back in a jiff,"
quipped Blair sarcastically.
"As I said..."
Michael averted his face, curiously loath to admit that Section had in fact
failed in its primary mission. To acquire Jim Ellison and his Sentinel
abilities. "So far, he's managed to elude capture."
"And you think I
can help you?" As if.
Michael turned back to
face the younger man. "We think that Ellison will come for you."
"In other words,
I'm the cheese."
Michael almost smiled.
"Something like that."
"There's only one
problem with your splendid scenario," Blair sneered at the Level 5 cold
op.
"Ellison doesn't
want anything to do with me."
At Michael's raised
eyebrow, Blair added, a ferocious note entering his voice. "We've already
established that I want him. But what you seem to have missed, despite your
state-of-the-art technocrap, is that he doesn't want me."
This time, Michael did
smile, his eyes glowing a brilliant shade of green. "*We* think you're
wrong."
"Then you can all
get fucked."