Time
By Tiriel
NC-17, m/m
Part One of Illusion, an Ian/Jake Witchblade series.
So I've started still another ongoing series. For those who haven't read either of the other two (The Private Journals of "Crazy" Eddie Nambulous -First Wave- and Macho Posturing -Dark Angel-) the way these work is this. I get inspired, I start writing. As the show storyline develops, I continue to write and let the direction of the series to some degree direct the stories and snippets. It's always a bit of an adventure as I wait to see if canon paints me into a corner. In a slight departure from my usual ongoing series pattern, this is an established relationship. Their backstory will fill itself in as we go. The next few stories in this series are already in the works, so stay tuned.
Disclaimer: They are *so* not mine that it isn't even funny. I'm not making any money, here or elsewhere, so don't sue.
Takes place after the second ep, "Conundrum" --I just had to do something to erase that image of Irons with his filthy hands on Ian. Ew.
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Time
By Tiriel
Jake had just walked into his apartment, hadn't even turned on the light yet, when he heard the voice.
"You enjoy your date?"
The voice was low, soft, and sinister. But most of all, it was familiar. Jake smiled into the darkness. "God, I hate it when you sneak up on me like that. It's way too sexy. Makes me want you." Arms encircled his waist from behind, and he leaned back into his lover's embrace.
"You didn't answer my question."
"How was my date with the department shrink? Well, she was smart, beautiful, funny... But I think she could tell I wasn't all that interested. She was great, but she wasn't you."
Ian trailed his tongue up the side of Jake's neck. "Well, I'm here now."
"And it's about time." He reached for a lightswitch, then turned around and pulled Ian close. "Have I told you lately that you're hot when you're jealous?"
"I need you."
Jake rubbed his cheek against Ian's, enjoying the soft scratch of Ian's beard on his skin. "Mmmm, you're always hot. How much time do we have before you have to get back?"
"We have time." Ian ran a finger along Jake's jawline, then pulled back just enough to kiss him. It was a long, dizzy moment before they broke apart, breathing hard.
"I've missed you."
"I know. It's been almost three months, unless you count the Rialto. I am sorry about that. You got my message?"
Jake laughed. "Yes. You left it in a safe enough place."
"I tried to hurt you as little as possible. But I couldn't let you interfere in what was happening there."
"So you knocked me out and stuck a note of apology into my underwear for me to find later? Did you cop a feel while I was out cold?" Jake slid his hands down Ian's back and into his pants.
Ian mimicked the action, pulling Jake closer, rubbing their bodies together. "I didn't touch anything that I haven't touched before. And if you hadn't been knocked out, there would have been questions. So while I would have vastly preferred to keep you busy another way, I had to make it look good. For your sake and mine."
"I hate it when you make sense. It's way too sexy. Makes me want you."
"Forgiven?"
Jake captured Ian's mouth in a deep kiss. Their hands roamed the familiar territory of each other's bodies. "Yeah," he breathed when the kiss ended, leaning his forehead against Ian's. "We knew you'd probably have to kick my ass sometime, and it may happen again before this is done. It just took me by surprise. It had been a while since I'd seen you work, I'd almost forgotten how different you are when you're on the job. When you wear gloves." He laced his fingers with Ian's, that small amount of flesh-to-flesh contact sending a thrill through his body. "Besides, it's the least of what's happened to me lately. I've been shot, stabbed in the hand by a psycho, it's been a hectic few weeks."
"And you've certainly been keeping yourself busy. Chasing women, suggesting to Sara Pezzini that I might be working with Mobius..."
"So maybe I've gone a little overboard." Jake grinned. "But it's kind of fun. And if I didn't go all-out, I'd never be able to hide the truth, and everyone would know that I'm hung up on a tall, dark, handsome man who can practically kill with a look. That he's here in New York, but we have to sneak around because--"
"I get the idea. Just be careful. Too much covering up can be suspicious. Tell only the lies that are necessary, I'm sure you were taught that."
Jake stepped back and slipped off his jacket. "Speaking of, I saw some of Moby's little training film. You two were in the same experimental unit. What did they do to you?"
"Jake--"
"I sent Pezz to Irons, I'm staying close to her. You know I've never pushed you to tell me anything, but sooner or later you're going to have to give me the whole story about what's going on. I think you owe me some answers. Or at least you could give me something useful to do to help. You wanted me here."
"I know." Ian closed the distance between them and met Jake's eyes briefly, then looked down. "Someday you'll know everything." After a moment, he licked his lips and leaned in to nibble at Jake's earlobe. "I promise."
Ignoring the blatant attempt at seduction, Jake continued. "I just hate that you have to stay there with him. That there's so much you can't tell me. I don't understand--"
"You're right, you don't understand." Ian's tone was harsh. He paused, then spoke again, softly. "It's been so long since we've had any time together. Right now I just want to be with you. The rest can wait. Let's pretend we're like everybody else. Tonight we're just lovers together after a long absence."
The longing in Ian's voice made Jake's body ache in response. They had so few moments together, it seemed a waste to spend them arguing. He took a deep breath and let his doubts and questions melt away, for the moment. "Okay," he said, pulling the pin from Ian's hair, running his fingers through the strands. "Okay. When do you have to be back?"
"I can stay until morning."
"Good," Jake said, and began pushing Ian backward toward the bedroom.
They whirled through the turnstile in the bedroom doorway and continued to the foot of the bed, where Ian stopped. "Let me take off my boots."
Jake watched as Ian knelt in front of him, looking up into his eyes. "Hurry up... ooooh," his voice faded into a low moan as Ian leaned forward to nuzzle at his groin.
Ian unbuttoned Jake's jeans and tugged them down. Then he caressed Jake's erection through his boxers, rubbing at the wet spot with his thumb before pulling the boxers down as well.
"Ian..."
"Take off your shirt," Ian replied. He removed Jake's shoes and socks and tossed them aside. A shirt fell to the floor next to him, and as Jake moved back onto the bed his jeans and boxers landed beside it.
Ian stood up, took off his boots, and crawled onto the bed over Jake, still dressed, his hair falling down around his face. "No fair," Jake protested, then fell silent as Ian lowered his body onto him. He tried to thrust up against the cotton warmth above him, but Ian held him still.
"What do you want?"
"Kiss me."
Ian bent his head and their lips met. The kiss was long and slow and deep, and their bodies began to move together. Soon they were rolling around on the bed, hands grasping, mouths roaming, breathing ragged. Jake tangled his fingers in Ian's hair. Ian pulled Jake's naked body firmly against his own still-clothed form.
And then the coiled-spring tension that somehow seemed to define him finally left Ian's body and he relaxed. Jake felt a long exhale of breath against his ear. He smiled. Ian began to rub against him more frantically, and Jake responded, their hips rocking together, until a whisper of a rational thought flew across his mind.
"Wait--whoa--hang on--" Jake panted, "we're gonna make a serious mess of your clothes if you don't stop that." He put one hand against Ian's hip and pushed himself away. Ian stared at him for a moment, eyes half-shut, catching his breath. Then he stripped off his disheveled clothing smoothly and quickly as Jake looked on. He was on Jake again in an instant, their naked skin pressing together this time, and Jake knew it couldn't last. It had been too long since they'd been together, and the way Ian made him feel was always so intense. But that was okay, because they had all night. As he grabbed at Ian's ass, crushing their bodies together, Ian twisted against him and Jake came. A moment later so did Ian, while Jake was still riding out the wave, better than the best surf he'd ever caught. They stayed like that for a long time, pressed together, marked with each other's sweat and semen, until lazy kisses grew heated and they began again.
The End...for now...