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THE SENTINEL X DUE SOUTH X DRESDEN FILES (BOOK VERSE)
Title Scenes From A Marriage by Elementalv
Fandoms: THE SENTINEL, DUE SOUTH, DRESDEN FILES
Pairing: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg; Ray Vecchio/Ray Kowalski;
Length:16514
Author's Warning Explicit
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elementalv
Author's website: Elemental Vision And Her page on AO3
Why this must be read:
Summary: Some are born to be Guides, and some are dragged to it kicking and screaming.
This story is frankly, hilarious. It's a sentinel/ guide fic and there is a fair amount of cussing in it, so be warned, if that bothers you. When I first read the story, years ago, I didn't know anything about Due South, or the Dresden Files (Book Verse), and enjoyed it immensely, anyway.
The story takes place in Chicago. Ray Kowalski is acting strangely, after being kidnapped and held in an isolated place. He's driving his partner, Ray Vecchio, right up the wall ever since Ray K. was rescued. Cue looking up some expert help from Cascade Washington, (Hi, Jim and Blair) and things fall into place. And once they do, Ray K and Vecchio transfer to the weirdest cop shop in all of Chicago: Special Investigations, and Lt. Karrin Murphy doesn't take crap from anybody.
* * *
Kowalski swallowed his bite of donut, then looked Ray straight in the eye and very deliberately gave himself a blow job.
Sort of.
Ray could only stare as Kowalski took his time licking the powdered sugar from every ridge and crease on his index finger with an almost loving attention to detail. When he was done with the licking, he slurped his finger in to the root and sucked hard a few times. Ray knew it was hard just by the way Kowalski’s cheeks went in and out, and he could tell that Kowalski finished each suck by swirling his tongue around his finger. Ray let out a little noise when Kowalski pulled his finger out his mouth with an audible pop. He would have been fine, he thought, if Kowalski hadn’t started in on his thumb.
Ray stumbled backward, because there was nothing anywhere that said a cop had to stay put and watch while his partner did that to himself. For the second time in less than twelve hours, he bolted from Kowalski’s apartment, ignoring the cackling that followed him down the hall.
It wasn’t fair. Kowalski shouldn’t be able to do that to him, not now, not ever. Ray figured it had to be a sentinel thing, so he did what any sane person would do and called the expert, only he waited until he was at least three miles from Kowalski.
“Yeah?”
“Sandburg? That you?”
“No.” Guy sounded grumpy, which was too damn bad, because Ray was grumpier.
“Is he there? I need to talk to him.”
“Who the hell is this?”
Ray sighed. “Vecchio. Chicago PD. Look, I need to talk to Sandburg. It’s an emergency.”
“Well he’s not around,” the guy snapped. “Wait. Vecchio?”
“Yeah. Look, where is —”
“You’re the new guide?”
The hell? “What? No. I’m a cop. A cop looking for Sandburg.”
“Yeah, the new guide.” And now the guy sounded interested. “Sandburg told me about you.”
“He did?” Ray started pacing. What the hell was Sandburg doing talking about this shit with other people? “Who are you?”
“Ellison.” He yawned loudly. “And you’re Kowalski’s guide.”
“No, I’m his partner. His cop partner. When’s —”
“Sure, it starts out that way, but trust me, once Kowalski claims you as his guide —” Ellison let out a distinctly Evil Laugh, complete with audible capital letters and a whiff of sulfur.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Ray flashed on an image of Kowalski dragging him around on a leash, which absolutely did not turn him on in any way, shape or form.
“Sandburg hasn’t told you about it yet?”
“Told me what?”
Ellison chuckled and lowered his voice. “Look, I don’t want to ruin the surprise or anything, but let’s just say you haven’t had sex until a sentinel’s had you.”
He tried to speak, but all he could get out were a few choked off noises that should have sounded outraged but instead sounded more like whimpering. Ray would have been embarrassed if he weren’t so horrified.
“I’m telling you, Vecchio, when I claimed Sandburg, he stood for a week. Poor guy had to use lube just to walk, if you know what I mean.”
“Jesus Christ! Who are you people? Are you out of your fucking mind? Who the hell talks like that?”
“Vecchio —”
“God, you’re disgusting!” Because hand to God, the idea of Kowalski giving it to Ray that hard was just —
“Vecchio, calm down. It’s Sandburg.”
“What?”
“It’s Sandburg.” In the background, Ray could hear Ellison laughing his ass off.
“The fuck?”
“You’ll have to excuse Jim,” Sandburg said. “He’s an asshole before he’s had his coffee.”
“You’re saying coffee magically makes him stop being an asshole?” A woman with two toddlers — twins, probably — glared at Ray. He sneered back at her. If she didn’t like his language, she could go to some other park.
“Well — no. He just hides it better after he’s had coffee.” Sandburg sighed. “I didn’t hear back from you last night, so I’m guessing you got Kowalski out of his zone.”
“No, no. We’re not talking about that yet. What the hell did Ellison mean by this ‘claiming’ bullshit? He said you didn’t sit for a week after, and you needed lube to walk.”
The woman chose that moment to tell Ray, “I’m calling the police!”
Ray whipped out his badge. “Fine. You called. Now run along like a good little law-abiding citizen.” To Sandburg, he said, “Well?”
“I’m going to kill him,” Sandburg said calmly.
“Not before you answer the goddamn question.”
“Just calm down, okay?”
“I don’t want to be calm!” The woman still hadn’t walked off with her kids, so Ray snarled at her. That did the trick.
“Vecchio, remember the part where Jim is an asshole?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s ex-Army. Rangers. He’s into the whole ritual of hazing.”
“Hazing.” Ray blinked. For the first time, Sandburg said something that actually made sense to him.
“Hazing. He was yanking your chain, okay?”
Ray took a deep breath, using the same rhythm Sandburg walked him through the day before. He felt better. And then he remembered the night before. “No! Not okay. You know what Kowalski did to me last night? After I got him out of that zone?”
“Um, no.” Sandburg sounded a little uncertain.
“The sniffing and licking wasn’t enough — he kissed me!” Ray’s face burned, and he wished like hell he could blame it on the wind, but for once, there wasn’t even a stray breeze to be found. Windy City, my ass, he thought.
There was a long pause. “Okay. And?”
“And —” Ray drew the word out into an extra five or six syllables. “That sounds a hell of a lot like that claiming Ellison was talking about, because Kowalski sure as hell never kissed me before he got turned on.”
Scenes From a Marriage by Elementalv.
Fandoms: THE SENTINEL, DUE SOUTH, DRESDEN FILES
Pairing: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg; Ray Vecchio/Ray Kowalski;
Length:16514
Author's Warning Explicit
Author on LJ:
elementalvAuthor's website: Elemental Vision And Her page on AO3
Why this must be read:
Summary: Some are born to be Guides, and some are dragged to it kicking and screaming.
This story is frankly, hilarious. It's a sentinel/ guide fic and there is a fair amount of cussing in it, so be warned, if that bothers you. When I first read the story, years ago, I didn't know anything about Due South, or the Dresden Files (Book Verse), and enjoyed it immensely, anyway.
The story takes place in Chicago. Ray Kowalski is acting strangely, after being kidnapped and held in an isolated place. He's driving his partner, Ray Vecchio, right up the wall ever since Ray K. was rescued. Cue looking up some expert help from Cascade Washington, (Hi, Jim and Blair) and things fall into place. And once they do, Ray K and Vecchio transfer to the weirdest cop shop in all of Chicago: Special Investigations, and Lt. Karrin Murphy doesn't take crap from anybody.
* * *
Kowalski swallowed his bite of donut, then looked Ray straight in the eye and very deliberately gave himself a blow job.
Sort of.
Ray could only stare as Kowalski took his time licking the powdered sugar from every ridge and crease on his index finger with an almost loving attention to detail. When he was done with the licking, he slurped his finger in to the root and sucked hard a few times. Ray knew it was hard just by the way Kowalski’s cheeks went in and out, and he could tell that Kowalski finished each suck by swirling his tongue around his finger. Ray let out a little noise when Kowalski pulled his finger out his mouth with an audible pop. He would have been fine, he thought, if Kowalski hadn’t started in on his thumb.
Ray stumbled backward, because there was nothing anywhere that said a cop had to stay put and watch while his partner did that to himself. For the second time in less than twelve hours, he bolted from Kowalski’s apartment, ignoring the cackling that followed him down the hall.
It wasn’t fair. Kowalski shouldn’t be able to do that to him, not now, not ever. Ray figured it had to be a sentinel thing, so he did what any sane person would do and called the expert, only he waited until he was at least three miles from Kowalski.
“Yeah?”
“Sandburg? That you?”
“No.” Guy sounded grumpy, which was too damn bad, because Ray was grumpier.
“Is he there? I need to talk to him.”
“Who the hell is this?”
Ray sighed. “Vecchio. Chicago PD. Look, I need to talk to Sandburg. It’s an emergency.”
“Well he’s not around,” the guy snapped. “Wait. Vecchio?”
“Yeah. Look, where is —”
“You’re the new guide?”
The hell? “What? No. I’m a cop. A cop looking for Sandburg.”
“Yeah, the new guide.” And now the guy sounded interested. “Sandburg told me about you.”
“He did?” Ray started pacing. What the hell was Sandburg doing talking about this shit with other people? “Who are you?”
“Ellison.” He yawned loudly. “And you’re Kowalski’s guide.”
“No, I’m his partner. His cop partner. When’s —”
“Sure, it starts out that way, but trust me, once Kowalski claims you as his guide —” Ellison let out a distinctly Evil Laugh, complete with audible capital letters and a whiff of sulfur.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Ray flashed on an image of Kowalski dragging him around on a leash, which absolutely did not turn him on in any way, shape or form.
“Sandburg hasn’t told you about it yet?”
“Told me what?”
Ellison chuckled and lowered his voice. “Look, I don’t want to ruin the surprise or anything, but let’s just say you haven’t had sex until a sentinel’s had you.”
He tried to speak, but all he could get out were a few choked off noises that should have sounded outraged but instead sounded more like whimpering. Ray would have been embarrassed if he weren’t so horrified.
“I’m telling you, Vecchio, when I claimed Sandburg, he stood for a week. Poor guy had to use lube just to walk, if you know what I mean.”
“Jesus Christ! Who are you people? Are you out of your fucking mind? Who the hell talks like that?”
“Vecchio —”
“God, you’re disgusting!” Because hand to God, the idea of Kowalski giving it to Ray that hard was just —
“Vecchio, calm down. It’s Sandburg.”
“What?”
“It’s Sandburg.” In the background, Ray could hear Ellison laughing his ass off.
“The fuck?”
“You’ll have to excuse Jim,” Sandburg said. “He’s an asshole before he’s had his coffee.”
“You’re saying coffee magically makes him stop being an asshole?” A woman with two toddlers — twins, probably — glared at Ray. He sneered back at her. If she didn’t like his language, she could go to some other park.
“Well — no. He just hides it better after he’s had coffee.” Sandburg sighed. “I didn’t hear back from you last night, so I’m guessing you got Kowalski out of his zone.”
“No, no. We’re not talking about that yet. What the hell did Ellison mean by this ‘claiming’ bullshit? He said you didn’t sit for a week after, and you needed lube to walk.”
The woman chose that moment to tell Ray, “I’m calling the police!”
Ray whipped out his badge. “Fine. You called. Now run along like a good little law-abiding citizen.” To Sandburg, he said, “Well?”
“I’m going to kill him,” Sandburg said calmly.
“Not before you answer the goddamn question.”
“Just calm down, okay?”
“I don’t want to be calm!” The woman still hadn’t walked off with her kids, so Ray snarled at her. That did the trick.
“Vecchio, remember the part where Jim is an asshole?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s ex-Army. Rangers. He’s into the whole ritual of hazing.”
“Hazing.” Ray blinked. For the first time, Sandburg said something that actually made sense to him.
“Hazing. He was yanking your chain, okay?”
Ray took a deep breath, using the same rhythm Sandburg walked him through the day before. He felt better. And then he remembered the night before. “No! Not okay. You know what Kowalski did to me last night? After I got him out of that zone?”
“Um, no.” Sandburg sounded a little uncertain.
“The sniffing and licking wasn’t enough — he kissed me!” Ray’s face burned, and he wished like hell he could blame it on the wind, but for once, there wasn’t even a stray breeze to be found. Windy City, my ass, he thought.
There was a long pause. “Okay. And?”
“And —” Ray drew the word out into an extra five or six syllables. “That sounds a hell of a lot like that claiming Ellison was talking about, because Kowalski sure as hell never kissed me before he got turned on.”
Scenes From a Marriage by Elementalv.