Behind Blue Eyes
By Silk
Part 6-NC-17
Michael escorted Blair
through the maze of corridors that made up Section One. No one so much as gave them
a curious glance. That made Blair wonder about Michael's reputation. He didn't
think it was respect alone that compelled everyone to give them a wide berth.
Again and again, he reminded himself that this was an undeniably dangerous man.
After a short ride in
the lift, they entered a new area. Section personnel who were temporarily
assigned to One were quartered here, along with a certain percentage of people
who lived there on a more permanent basis. Interestingly, Birkoff was one of
those people.
What no one except
Oversight knew was that there was an apartment on this level, a suite of rooms
that could not be found on any blueprint nor accessed by anyone but Michael.
Keying in the entry code, Michael pushed the handcuffed man through the doorway
as soon as it opened.
Plush by Section
standards, the apartment looked like a futuristic version of a mediocre hotel
suite. However, one of the reasons it remained so valuable was its lack of
surveillance. Everyone everywhere was constantly being watched. People who
forgot often ended up dead. But this set of rooms did not exist. Therefore, it
left a gaping but invisible hole in One's surveillance net.
Michael opened his suit
jacket with one hand, commanding Blair to sit down.
"Where?"
"On the bed."
Blair involuntarily
shook his head. He could feel the waves of attraction emanating from the Level
5 cold op, but he would be damned if he would assist in his own seduction.
Michael strode over to
where Blair stood uncertainly and gave the smaller man's chest a shove with the
palm of his hand, causing him to land on the expansive double bed with a
bounce.
"Hey," Blair
protested. Then he shut his mouth, realizing that far worse things might lay in
store for him than this.
"Take your clothes
off."
That took him by
surprise.
"Shit, you're a
real closet romantic, Michael. Does that tone of voice usually get you
anywhere?" Blair asked sarcastically.
"Would you feel
better if I said please?"
"I'd feel better if
I wasn't the only one getting undressed here."
"I don't need to
get undressed yet," Michael said softly.
Blair rolled his eyes.
"Don't tell me. You like to watch?"
"That would
be...difficult...since there are only two of us."
"You could invite
someone else to the party. How about that kid I saw earlier? What's his name,
Birkoff?"
That struck a nerve.
Michael's face shut down completely. That wasn't a blank stare. It was an
emotional blackhole. "No."
"No, his name isn't
Birkoff, or no, he can't come out and play?"
"You ask too many
questions."
"What are you going
to do to me, Michael? Kill me?"
"Without thinking
twice," the senior field operative replied coolly.
"Sorry, I've
already been dead. I didn't like the scenery." Blair crossed his arms in front
of him, setting his sensual mouth into a mutinous pout.
"Your mouth is
going to get you into trouble someday."
"My mouth is what
you want. Isn't it, Michael?"
"We can do this one
of two ways. Either you lie down willingly. Or I take you by force."
Blair's eyes narrowed.
"You won't rape me."
"You sound very
sure of yourself."
"I am. You forget.
Observing people is what I do for a living. Or it...was." Blair shifted
uncomfortably under Michael's continued scrutiny. "Granted, you don't give
a helluva lot away. But I know you, man. Taking someone by force isn't your
thing. You already get way too much of that here. Nah...you want someone to
come to your bed...because they want to be there."
Michael flushed, a
perfectly normal involuntary reaction in most people. But Michael hated
anything he could not control, and he felt his body betraying him.
Blair looked intently
into Michael's face, seizing what little advantage he might have. "Fucking
me would be an exercise in futility, man."
Blue eyes blazing, he
stood up, face to face with the older man. "I know who you really want.
I'm just a fucking stand-in for the real thing. You know it, too, don't
you?"
"You can't seduce
me into giving up Jim. I won't do it. You won't rape me. It doesn't serve any
purpose. And you're nothing if not a company man, Michael."
Michael stared at him
silently, neither confirming nor denying what he said.
Suddenly there was a
loud rapping at the door. Michael's eyes turned black as his pupils dilated. No
one knew about these rooms. No one.
Motioning Blair to move
into the bathroom, Michael drew his gun. He edged closer to the door, hearing
what sounded like muttering and cursing on the other side. Pressing the panel
to open the door, he readied himself to grab whoever was out there. But he had
to admit, he wasn't ready for the sight of the slight young man wavering in the
doorway.
"Birkoff!"
Michael exclaimed, pulling the Comm op inside with a hushed cry.
After re-locking the door,
he holstered the gun and faced the younger man, a taut expression on his face.
"How did you find us, and what are you doing here?"
"I always know
where you are," Birkoff whispered.
Michael blinked.
"What do you mean?"
"I...watch
you."
"Why?" Michael
demanded.
Blair chose that moment
to come out of the bathroom, determined to intervene. "Why don't you leave
the little guy alone?"
Birkoff flinched as if
struck. "Little guy? Gee, thanks. Coming from you that must be what passes
for mordant wit."
"Hey, I'm on your
side, Birkoff," Blair frowned.
"Don't do me any
favors, okay?" The head of Comm seemed quite beside himself. "I've
been watching you, Michael. It's been days now, and you're practically obsessed
with this hippie punk!"
Michael calmly returned,
"It's my job to-"
"-gather intel.
Right, Michael. So what kind of intel-gathering did you have in mind? Fucking
him stupid?"
Michael's eyes grew
glacial, twin chips of pale green ice warning Birkoff that he was on dangerous
ground.
"I've been waiting
for you to come to your senses for too long now. I can't stand it anymore!
What's wrong with me?"
"There could never
be anything between us, Birkoff, and you know it. You're too young-"
Birkoff pivoted on one heel
sharply, poking Blair with his finger. "How old are you?"
"Uh...um...uh...30...why?"
Birkoff ignored Blair
and turned back to the man he wanted more than breath itself. "I'm 25,
Michael! Five years! He's five years older than I am! Next excuse!"
Michael's voice abruptly
gentled. "Birkoff...you don't know anything but this life. You've never
been anywhere but here. I can't ask you to give up the rest of your life for a
one-night stand."
"The rest of my
life? What life? Michael, we're all fucking dead! Dead to the outside, yes! But
we might as well be dead here on the inside, too!"
Birkoff's anger
empowered him in a way that left him aching as well as breathless. Moving
closer to Michael, Birkoff insinuated his body into the space between Michael's
legs. Pressing against Michael's groin, Birkoff was gratified to note that he
had a fairly assertive erection.
"You don't have to
ask me, Michael. I'm offering," Birkoff said, obviously forgetting Blair's
presence. "And if I had anything to say about it, it wouldn't be just one
night," he finished hoarsely.
"You...want me that
much?" Michael sounded incredulous.
"I've wanted you
for so long, I can't remember a time when I didn't. But no, it wouldn't be just
sex for me, Michael. I'm in love with you."
Blair's bright blue eyes
grew round. He liked happy endings. But he didn't think he wanted to be at
ground zero when Michael and Birkoff came together for the first time.
Michael sighed. Birkoff
held his breath. Blair chewed his fingernails.
"I'm not an easy
man to love, Birkoff. Everyone who's tried is gone. Are you sure you want to be
a part of--?"
Birkoff kissed him. What
he lacked in experience, he more than made up for with enthusiasm. Michael relented at last, his
body accepting the inevitable and welcoming the youthful intruder.
When the two men broke
apart, it was rapidly apparent that they were both under the influence of more
than mere hormones. They gazed raptly into each other's eyes until Blair
coughed. Politely.
"I'm sorry. Question
from the man still in handcuffs. Could I please be excused from this part? I'm
really not a voyeur, and I don't like participating in anybody's sex life but
my own."
Birkoff shivered as the
roughened edges of Michael's fingertips caressed the side of his face. How many
times had he watched him use that same gesture? On other people? Usually
female. But it was different now that it was directed at him.
"Ohhh..."
Since Blair was certain that this was a groan of impending ecstasy, he nearly
interjected again. But Birkoff wasn't moaning, he was remembering.
"Michael, Ellison's on his way. I confirmed the intel myself."
Blair couldn't help
himself. "Jim's coming? For me?" he asked hopefully.
Michael almost smiled.
"I told you he would, Blair."
"Well, yeah, but
that was when you were talking about taking me to bed and all that
and-Shit!"
Michael and Birkoff
looked at Blair in unison. "What?"
"They'll fucking
kill him, man! They don't know how to treat someone like him! They'll run him
through tests that'll obliterate his senses and drive him crazy!"
"Michael, we've got
to help them," Birkoff said.
"You can be
frustratingly human when you remember to be, Birkoff," Michael said dryly.
Birkoff smiled coyly at
his dark knight, a tiny crease around the corner of his mouth betraying that it
was a genuine heartstopper. "I've got an idea."
***
That was how Michael
ended up in bed with Birkoff for the very first time. At first, he was
convinced that it was a manipulation, but Birkoff was, as usual, without guile.
"Are you sure this is going to work?"
"If it doesn't, at
least I'll die happy," Birkoff whispered softly against Michael's neck.
Birkoff deliberately
leaked the location of the room to the normal surveillance channels, knowing
that eventually, the news would reach Operations. By that time, though, they
hoped that their ruse, Birkoff taking Blair's place with Michael, would buy
Blair enough time to re-connect with his Sentinel.
Michael lay on his back,
feeling strangely at peace, now that his secret desire for Birkoff had been
discovered. By the young man himself. Running his fingers over the top of
Birkoff's short-cropped hair, he thought it felt like brushed velvet. "I
can't promise you forever, Birkoff. I wish I could."
"That's okay,
Michael. You've already given me more than I had any right to expect."
"No, you have every
right to expect...someone to love you. But I don't know if I will ever be able
to say those words to you."
Birkoff's dark eyes gleamed
as he looked down at Michael. "But you can feel them, in your heart, can't
you?"
Michael nodded mutely.
Birkoff smiled.
"That's all I ever wanted."
Trailing warm, wet
kisses down the length of Michael's lean but muscular frame, Birkoff stopped just
above his groin, as if waiting for permission. The clenching of Michael's hand
in his hair was all the signal he needed. Taking Michael's already-hardened
length into his hand, Birkoff stroked lightly as his tongue flicked out to
acquaint itself with its silken texture. "You taste good."
"Considering you
don't have any basis for comparison, I'm not sure how much of a compliment that
is, Birkoff." Michael arched his back, thrusting his throbbing erection
deeper into his lover's mouth.
Birkoff let Michael's
cock fall slowly out of his hot, moist mouth, nuzzling the tip with his nose.
"If you're mean to me, I'll stop," he said in a sing-song voice,
knowing it was an idle threat at best. He loved the taste of Michael in his
mouth, and he wasn't about to give up that pleasure any time soon.
"I'd rather not
play oneupsmanship while your teeth are so close to my dick."
Birkoff groaned and
rubbed his own cock against Michael's firm thigh, wetness leaking from its
head. "Mmm, all these years, we've never had a real conversation, and now
that we are...I'm surprised by what's coming out of your mouth."
"But not by what's
going into it?" Michael gave Birkoff an enigmatic look.
"Does that mean, if
I suck you off, you plan to return the favor?"
"If I'm still awake."
Birkoff grabbed the
other pillow and started to pummel the senior field op with it. But Michael
rolled over, taking the Comm op with him. Now Birkoff was lying trapped beneath
Michael, a fact that might have made him nervous if it were not for the fact
that he was already pulsating with excitement. "Don't fuck with me,
Birkoff."
"I want to fuck
with you, Michael."
"Mmm...I'll think
about it." He gently pushed his way between Birkoff's legs, preferring to
forego penetration this first time.
"Michael, I'm not
afraid. I know you won't hurt me," Birkoff declared. On the contrary,
Birkoff sounded like he could barely wait to merge his body with Michael's.
"I'm too hot to
make it good for you now. Maybe later."
"*I* made you that
hot, Michael?"
"Birkoff, you have
no idea."
Another ardent kiss,
another thrust into the younger man's groin, and sticky wetness covered both of
them as Michael came first, followed by Birkoff.
"Ohhh,
God...." Another gasp as sensation spread through him like sleepy fire.
"I love you,
Michael."
If Birkoff hadn't closed
his eyes at the moment of climax, he might have seen the fervent glance those
words engendered. But then again, he might have told himself that he imagined
it.