Twice as Nice
 
Author: Lilithangel
 
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
 
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
 
Fandom: BtVS/Sentinel AU (obviously)
 
Characters: Spike/William/Blair/Jim
 
Warnings/Rating: NC17 for the usual m/m sex thing.
 
Summary: Next in my Doppelganger http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=lilithbint&keyword=Spilliam&filter=all series.  William talked Spike into diverting to Cascade to look up Dr Blair Sandburg and see if they could convince him Spike was a sentinel.

 
* * * * *
 
"Now when we talk about symbols what are we really talking about?" Blair asked his class.  Teaching at night kept his classes small but Blair didn't mind that and as always there were one or two students that stood out.  "Yes James?"
 
"Ideas and concepts that may bear little resemblance to the actual object that have specific relevance to a time and place within society." The young man sounded like he was quoted from memory.
 
"Excellent James, you're batting a thousand so far, can you think of a current example of a symbol that was changed by a specific group's use?"
 
"The swastika," James answered eagerly.
 
"That's right," Blair said, "it was an ancient symbol of luck and good fortune until adopted by the Nazi party in Germany, and now it is viewed as a symbol of racism and hatred.  Now for a bonus point can anyone think of a similar symbol to the swastika that is very popular at this time of year?"
 
"The cross," an English voice spoke from the back of the class.
 
"That's right and why is it so popular at this time of the year?"
 
"Hot cross buns," James said.
 
"One a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns," the English voice added.
 
"Excellent," Blair said, "The cross represented the four quarters of the moon to certain ancient cultures, while others believed it was a sign that held supernatural power to prevent sickness. To the Romans, the cross represented the horns of a sacred ox.  The story goes that a priest started marking his buns with a cross to be given to the poor and they were so popular he made it a yearly tradition.  However it seems likely that the buns were already made with the cross and it was interpreted by the early Christians as part of their attempts to convert non-believers by adopting existing practices.  But that is a discussion for a whole other class than mine."
 
Blair searched the darkness at the back of the class for the English accent.  With such a small class Blair knew every student and he was pretty sure he didn't have any English students.  His detective training was making him more suspicious than he had been as a thesis student.  He spotted the two young men in the back row.  They had been in the class the previous week and appeared to just be sitting in on his lectures.
 
Obviously brothers, possibly twins one had harsh dyed blond hair and sat back in his seat projecting extreme boredom.  The other was a softer mousier blond and appeared to be the one who wanted to be there.  Both had sharply defined cheekbones and lower lips that appeared to be permanently pouting.  Wearing matching jeans and tee shirts the only difference was the blond was wearing a black leather coat and the natural blond had a brown leather bomber jacket.
 
Blair finished up the class with a reminder of the next chapter to read and the usual warnings about due dates for assignments.  Blair liked the symbols section of the course as the different mix of students in the class always threw up interesting debates.
 
As he fielded a few students questions and packed up his lecture notes Blair reflected again on how good his life was at that moment.  He had his work as a detective and now the University had finally forgiven him for the debacle of his thesis he was able to teach again.
 
When the room cleared Blair found the two mystery men still there.
 
"Can I help you?" Blair asked, "I don't remember you two from my class list."
 
"No we just wanted to sit in if that is alright?" the younger one said.  Blair wasn't sure what made him think the one with the bleach job was older than the one speaking.
 
"I'm always happy to encourage learning," Blair said with a smile.
 
"I've read everything you've written and when I heard you were teaching here I talked Spike into taking a detour on our trip.  I'm William by the way."  William stood up and walked down to Blair hand extended.
 
"That's very flattering William." Blair shook his hand.  "Wow, the room must be getting colder than I realised," he said at the touch of William's hand.
 
"No professor, it's just me, bad circulation runs in the family," William said smiling back at Spike.  "I was wondering professor if you had time to talk?  I have a few questions about the thesis you wrote and never finished."
 
"Are you journalists?" Blair asked with suspicion.  He had thought that interest in the scandal had died away at last.
 
"No," William said, "it's just that... well..." William ran a hand through his hair, "it's kind of hard to explain but Spike has always had really good senses.  He can smell stuff and his hearing is really good and sometimes he gets all strange and I'm the only one who can snap him out of it.  When I found bits of your thesis on the internet it sounded just like Spike."
 
"Is this some sort of joke?" Blair said, "I thought hazing week was over."
 
William looked over at Spike who rolled his eyes dramatically and finally spoke.  "You had some sort of salad for your dinner with fennel and alfalfa sprouts, a green tea and you hang around with someone who prefers plain unscented soap while you prefer natural herbal ones."
 
Blair listened with amazement at the accuracy of the other man's words.  Could it be possible that he was a sentinel the way Jim was?  Blair couldn't tell if the two were playing him or not, but they seemed sincere and a coffee in a public place wouldn't hurt.
 
"How about we go and have a coffee and you can tell me more," Blair said, "I just need to make a quick call."  Blair left a message on Jim's phone telling him where they were going.  His partner was working stake out until nine o'clock and they had arranged to meet afterwards but he figured Jim wouldn't mind a change of venue.  Especially if it revealed a new sentinel.
 
Over coffee Blair observed the brothers with interest realising quickly that William was flirting with him and Spike didn't seem to mind.  There was something about the two that made Blair's senses stand on end although he couldn't pinpoint why.  William seemed to be the one that was more interested in Blair's theories but Spike, despite his punk appearance, showed similar intelligence when he did speak.  The harsher accent and constant smoking suggested to Blair that Spike had made a concerted effort to be different to his twin and Blair knew better than to make snap judgements based purely on appearance.
 
William described several of Spike's abilities and got him to demonstrate how much he could hear and see, increasing Blair's excitement.  Blair had to hope that Jim got there before the boys had to leave.  If Spike was a sentinel like Jim it would go a long way to helping Jim stop feeling like a complete freak.  Not to mention the research potential of having two sentinels to study and compare.
 
Spike had reacted rather strongly to Blair's initial suggestion of tests and William had explained their rather unpleasant last experience with doctors who had given Spike a real distaste for the sight and smell of hospitals and labs.
 
By the time Jim finally arrived they had moved from coffee to beer.  Blair had been talking too much to pay attention to how many but he was feeling pleasantly fuddled.  William's flirting had gotten quite blatant and Blair was finding the attention quite flattering if a little disturbed by the feeling he got that both brothers would happily share him.
 
"Hey chief," Jim stood behind Blair's chair.
 
"Hey big guy," Blair said happily, "sit down you have to meet William and Spike.  You won't believe what they've been telling me."
 
"I probably won't," Jim agreed extending his hand as he sat down.
 
William shook hands and Jim raised an eyebrow at the cool touch.  Spike simply nodded at Jim and Blair felt his partner stiffen.
 
"Can I have a quick word Blair?" Jim said pulling him to his feet and dragging him away from the table without waiting for an answer.
 
"What's the matter big guy?"
 
"What are they?" Jim said.
 
"I think that Spike is a sentinel," Blair said excitedly.
 
"I think there is more to it," Jim said, "such as me not being able to hear their hearts beating."
 
"What?" Blair turned to look back at the table but both Spike and William were gone.
 
"Dammit," Jim said as they rushed out of the bar, "how did I miss them leaving?"
 
"What did you mean about their heartbeats?" Blair said.
 
"When I walked up to the table something felt off," Jim said, "when I looked at those two their heat signature was practically nonexistent and when I concentrated there was only your heartbeat.  What the hell were they chief?" Jim was nearly vibrating with tension.
 
"Shit, I don't know," Blair replied pushing his hair out of his face, "they ate and drank like normal and Spike smoked like a train all night.  Shit... that should have clued me up.  There is no way a sentinel could bear to smoke.  Shit..."
 
"It's not your fault chief.  How did they know about you anyway?"  Jim stretched his senses out to try and find the mysterious twosome.
 
"William said he had read all my work including some of that damn thesis," Blair said, "which would explain how they knew what buttons to push with me."
 
"By what I could smell they knew about a lot of buttons," Jim said.
 
Blair blushed, "okay they are not my usual type but there was something about them."
 
Jim grinned and then swept his gaze around the car park again, "whoever or whatever they were and whatever their game was you aren't playing."
 
"Hey, I can take care of myself," Blair protested.  A disbelieving glance from Jim shut him up however.
 
"Chief you are a trouble magnet and you know it," Jim said slinging an arm over Blair's shoulder convinced now that the threat has gone.
 
"I wish I knew how they knew what I had eaten and how he heard those people talking, maybe he could lip read," Blair said as they headed for their cars.
 
* * * * *
 
Further away on a rooftop Spike and William watched the two men.  "That friend of the professor's is pretty hot," William said with a sly look at Spike.
 
Spike snorted, "And we came to this city because you admired the professor's mind."
 
"Think they'd go for a group thing?"
 
"Think the big guy would like to tear our heads off for playing with his pet," Spike said lighting up a cigarette now that the two had gone.
 
"He sure seemed to have the abilities the professor talked about didn't he?" William said thoughtfully.
 
"Yeah and it would be impressive if we didn't know a skinny blonde bint that could kick his arse.  I would pay to see that however," Spike said, "who knows he could get lucky."
 
"Or we could," William said.
 
"You really want him don't you?"
 
"Can I, please?" William ran his hand down the front of Spike's jeans and ground the heel into the prominent bulge.
 
"Since you asked so nicely," Spike said pushing William down onto his knees.
 
William grinned up at Spike and unbuttoned Spike's jeans letting his thumbs brush against the slowly exposed cock.  Spike was keeping completely still as William pushed his jeans down and then licked across the head of his cock.
 
It only took a few long licks to break Spike's stillness and he grabbed William and started thrusting into the willing mouth.  William swallowed Spike deeply and hummed with pleasure while he fisted his own cock.  As Spike looked down as always it was like looking at himself kneeling there and the idea of fucking himself, tasting himself was too much and he filled William's mouth with his release.
 
Swallowing and milking Spike's cock of every last drop William splattered the ground with his own cum and grinned around the softening shaft.
 
"Let's go back to the motel," Spike said pulling William to his feet, "tomorrow night you can have a crack at the professor while I lead the other one on a bit of a game."
 
* * * * *
 
Jim stood on the rooftop over looking the bar.  Night was falling and he was due to meet Blair at the University but he hadn't been able to stop fretting about the two strangers from the night before.  He knew Blair would be annoyed at him for coming back to the bar but Jim had to see if he could track them and find out who and what they were.
 
The lack of heat and heartbeat had thrown him off balance then but he had taken note of the distinctive set of smells from the fake blond.  He had traced it as far as the rooftop and now the still heavy scent of sex splattered over the low wall was confusing him.  He was pretty sure one was the one he had traced but the other felt like the brother and that raised all sorts of pictures in his mind.
 
He and Blair had been partners for years but had only just started exploring long hidden desires.  Jim was willing to admit that the twins had been very attractive men, but if they weren't related it was one hell of a coincidence and Jim wasn't sure how open minded he could be.
 
The sound of booted feet landing on the roof spun Jim around instantly on alert.
 
"You are good," Spike said, "figured I was going to have to hunt for you and then here you are just waiting for me.  What can you smell up here soldier boy?"
 
"I should watch who you call boy," Jim said his eyes narrowing.
 
"Don't be fooled by my pretty face," Spike replied lighting a cigarette, "no wait, be fooled it will be so much more fun."
 
"What are you playing at and what the hell are you?" Jim said.
 
"Catch me and I'll let you find out," Spike said with a grin, "if you're a good hunter I might not even kill you."
 
Spike ran towards Jim, diverting at the last moment and diving over the edge of the building.  Jim rushed over to the edge and saw the blond land easily on the road and wander off down the street.  Jim cursed and dashed down the stairs in pursuit.
 
All of Jim's senses focused on what he had picked up on the blond.  Cigarettes, whiskey and blood the metallic tang was strong on his nose and tongue.  Based upon the lack of apparent injuries Jim had to figure that whoever had bled it hadn't been the blond and he could only worry about whose blood it was.
 
The trail lingered tantalisingly close teasing on his senses and drawing Jim in deeper into the hunt.  It wasn't a zone like he normally experienced it was more like the events in the jungle.  He was aware of everything going on around him but simply discounted anything that didn't add to the hunt. 
 
A stir of bodies as if someone had pushed through the crowd on the street, the hints of arousal from women and some men and all spiked with the ever present rich tang of a predator.  Jim couldn't have stopped this hunt if the sky had been burning down around him.
 
* * * * *
 
Blair shouldered his door open manoeuvring his pile of books through.  He really hoped there wouldn't be any students for his last office hour of the day.  He had raided the library for any books on supernatural creatures that might explain the two mysterious young men.  He knew Jim would brush off his theories but Blair was certain that there was more to the two that Jim would admit despite what Jim's senses had told them.
 
"Really professor, did you leave any books in the library?" A voice asked with amusement and hands helpfully took some of the books off him.
 
With the pile of books reduced Blair could see the blue eyes belonging to William peering over the top.
 
"Careful." William caught the books that tumbled from Blair's arms in his shock.  "Legends of the Sidhe," William read, "Urban myths of America.  Interesting selection professor."  William casually placed the books on Blair's desk and leant against it.
 
"What do you want?" Blair said.
 
"Lots of things," William said, "but just to talk for now."
 
"My partner is due here any minute," Blair said edging towards the door.
 
"Maybe," William said suddenly moving between Blair and the door, "then again he might find Spike's company too compelling."
 
"What did you do to Jim?" Blair demanded, fear for his friend overriding his caution.
 
"Spike's just tapping into his animal side," William grinned, a trick of the light making it look to Blair as if his eyes were yellow.  "So what do you think we are then professor?"
 
"Young men with too much time on their hands," Blair replied as William moved into his space.
 
"So what Jim told you about us, what was that, a sentinel losing his edge through jealousy?" William tilted his head to look at Blair.
 
"I think you should leave," Blair said shakily.
 
"No you don't, not really," William said and abruptly moved back to pick up one of the books on Blair's desk.  "So do you really believe any of this stuff?"
 
"As an academic I try to keep an open mind about everything," Blair replied moving towards his desk caught by the pull of the intriguing man.
 
* * * * *
 
The hunter was totally focused on his quarry now.  They had moved away from the main streets and most people leaving the scent clear and tantalisingly close.  He could see the darkness of the quarry's coat and a flash of dirty white that told him he was getting nearer to his goal.
 
Finally when he loped around the corner he found they had reached a dead end.  The quarry reached the high fence at the end of the alley and turned slowly around to face him.
 
Spike put his hands up slowly remembering the last time he had played this game with another big lunk too obsessed to pay attention.  That time he had used minions to catch his prey, this time he was relying on his vampire abilities being better than any even a super human could have.  Even though he couldn't hurt the human he could still play some games and maybe bring the animal out long enough to pile on the guilt afterwards.
 
"Looks like you got me," Spike said to the hunter who stared at him as if surprised to hear words.
 
"What are you?" Jim demanded slamming Spike up against the fence.
 
"What are you?" Spike countered.  "Look at you all nostrils flared and big cat-like.  You hunt like a predator but you don't make the kill do you?  You feel it though, the blood pumping through their veins their warm helpless bodies?" Spike's words were low and seductive.  "You fight the urge every day don't you?  The need to crush them, control them sink into their pliant tasty flesh.  I know you do I can feel it in you."
 
Jim had dropped his hold on Spike as the voice rolled over him like butterscotch on an ice cream sundae.  Spike moved behind him still talking.  "Can smell the need and the desire on you, I won't break you know.  I can take everything you can give me and more."
 
Spike's hands were sliding around his waist thumbs brushing over his waistband, fingers resting lightly on the erection he hadn't even noticed he had.
 
"Is this for me?" Spike purred letting his fingers knead the shaft through the denim.  Jim bit back a groan but was unable to stop his hips from thrusting against the firm touch.
 
"You caught me fair and square so you win the prize," Spike continued as he bit down lightly on Jim's shoulder.  "You can't break me.  I can take everything you want to dish out."  Spike was now in front of Jim.  One hand still pressed against Jim's growing erection the other teasing a hard nipple through the fabric of his tee shirt.
 
Jim growled and pushed Spike against the fence again, but this time his hands went around Spike's waist as he then pulled the blond in for a hard kiss.  Spike let Jim control the kiss keeping his hands busy with what they had been doing until Jim was practically fucking his palm.
 
Guessing that Jim wouldn't stay in the half aware state for long Spike unzipped Jim's jeans and slipped his hand around the thick warm shaft as Jim finally broke the kiss.
 
"Would rather fuck you pet but I'm guessing you're not the type and since my arse belongs to someone else we'll have to settle for this," Spike said sinking to his knees and swallowing Jim's cock before the big man could say anything.
 
Every so often it was nice to make a strong man weak at the knees even though Spike would never say that out loud, but he loved the feeling over power it gave him.  If he was pretending it was another brunet standing above him he wasn't going to admit even to himself.
 
Jim had never had such a mouth around him.  It was as if the blond didn't need to breathe.  His cock was swallowed until he could feel lips against the hair at the base of his shaft.  Strong hands held onto his hips and encouraged him to thrust hard into the willing throat that vibrated around him as the blond hummed.
 
A scrape of suddenly sharp teeth across the head of his cock was enough to send Jim growling over the edge and he grabbed the blond head to hold it still while he filled the mouth with his release.
 
Spike held Jim's cock in his mouth until it began to soften and he could sense the big human was coming around.
 
"How long since you just let go, buried yourself in that sweet professor until he screamed your name?"  Spike said as he released Jim's cock and stood up.
 
Jim froze and shook off the seductive voice at the mention of Blair.  "If you've hurt him there is no place in the world that you could hide," he warned running from the alley.
 
* * * * *
 
"So you're curious about us," William said to Blair, "ask me anything you want I won't lie to you this time."
 
"What are you?" Blair said.
 
William smiled and Blair watched as his face rippled revealing ridges and fangs.  Blair gasped and backed away but William moved quickly to stop him.
 
"Use your academic mind professor not your animal one," William said, "what am I?"
 
Blair reached out and touched William's face curiously.  William grinned and revealed his fangs again.  "Vampire?" Blair said incredulously, running one finger across a fang and hissing when the flesh split.
 
William instantly sucked the bleeding digit into his mouth sucking hard to taste Blair before the wound healed.  "You taste like a watcher," William said as he released Blair's finger.
 
"A what?" Blair managed before his mouth was captured by William's.
 
When the kiss broke off Blair found himself sitting on the edge of his desk with William between his legs pressed so close that their groins were in contact.
 
"I like long hair on a man," William said as he nuzzled Blair's neck through the hair, "reminds me of home."  William had shaken off his demon face and he only nipped at Blair's throat with blunt human teeth.
 
William's hands had worked their way under Blair's shirt and were playing with the hairs on his chest making the human arch and moan.
 
"You've got a real life folk myth in your office professor," William moved in to kiss Blair again, "one who really wants to fuck you."  Before Blair could take in what William had said the vampire was kissing him again and nimble fingers were undoing his pants.
 
William planted soft kisses along Blair's throat and sucked hard at the indentation at the bottom of his Adam's apple, pulling the blood to the surface to leave an obvious hicky.
 
Lost in a haze of lust Blair let himself be turned around as his pants were pulled down.  Then hands were pulling his cheeks apart and a tongue teased around his opening making him groan and push back.
 
Strong hands held him in place pinned to the desk and trapped his throbbing cock against the wood.  The tongue breached him and he had to bite down on his shirt to avoid crying out and begging for more.  The tongue slowly stretched him and started to plunge in and out of his rapidly relaxing hole.
 
Blair didn't know why he was responding to this stranger, this vampire.  His body was pounding with desire and his brain felt like it was wrapped inside a mass of cotton blocking the small voice of caution inside.
 
The tongue was replaced by two fingers and there was nothing Blair could do to stop his body pushing back onto them.
 
"So responsive," William said with approval, "no wonder Spike likes to fuck me.  It's a major turn on."
 
Blair heard the words and then lost them again as William added a third finger and leant over him body letting him feel the naked flesh pressed against his crease.
 
"Can I fuck you Blair?" William asked nipping at Blair's earlobe.
 
Blair's reply was to push back against his fingers again.
 
"Wish I had time to get you naked properly, but since a student could walk in at any time I better hurry," William said enjoying the rush of arousal in Blair at the suggestion of being discovered in such a compromising position.
 
William quickly added some slick to his cock, grateful that Spike had reminded him to bring some.  He pulled his fingers slowly out of Blair brushing the small nub as he did so keeping Blair on edge as he placed the blunt head of his cock in their place.
 
It is strange to be fucking someone without the intent of killing them afterwards and it makes William take more care.  Making sure Blair can take him and wants him to.  This could have been him if he had been a little stronger, had a little more courage and maybe hadn't fled a party into the arms of dark eternal beauty.
 
Blair was warm and tight and as William sunk fully inside he pulled the human towards him enough to slip a hand around the nice substantial cock below.  William moved with long slow strokes hitting Blair's prostate with each one.  He doesn't know how long Spike can keep the other one distracted so he doesn't stretch the encounter out too long.
 
Blair's cock splatters its release over the books Blair had taken out as William bite down on the back of his neck taking a long draft as he flooded Blair's passage with his own release.
 
William kissed the mark as he slowly pulled out and set the professor to rights.  Blair let William pull his trousers back up and tuck in his shirt then sit him down in his chair.
 
"Wish we could have more time professor," William said with regret as he heard the sound of running feet in the corridor, "when we get settled I might just send you a letter.  Perhaps we can correspond for a while."
 
A still dazed Blair could only watch as William opened the window and dropped out just as Jim burst through the door.
 
"Chief, are you alright?" Jim demanded skidding to a halt next to him.
 
"I don't know Jim," Blair replied slowly.  "I'm still alive and he didn't hurt me much."
 
Jim's eyes narrowed as the smell of sex filled his senses.  He knew he couldn't judge since his own cock had been so thoroughly seen to but he couldn't hide the flare of jealousy.
 
"He said they were vampires," Blair said raising his hand to touch the mark on the back of his neck.
 
"Vampires don't exist Chief," Jim said although he couldn't dismiss the strangeness of the two men.
 
"Whatever they are I think they have gone now," Blair said to Jim's relief.  He wouldn't relax his guard for a long time though and he wouldn't admit to anyone whether he wanted them to come back or not. 
 
He didn't say anything months later when Blair showed him the letter that had arrived written in copperplate and containing photos of the two blonds but he didn't make Blair destroy them either.
 
* * * * *
 
"That was fun," Spike said when William caught up with him.
 
"But we've got a sire to play with," William said and they turned the car towards L.A.

 
TBC
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