YOU BELONG TO ME

Voodoo and Black Magic. Spells and sacrifices. Dark Forces are at work and Starsky is their target.

Thanks to Brook for the idea for this one. Some slash content. Some scenes of graphic violence and sexual abuse including male rape. If this offends you, please do not read any farther.

The girl’s body had been cast aside at the edge of the road, left there like a bag of trash to be discarded. The symbols cut into her skin bore mute evidence to her suffering before she died. The slash across her throat was so deep it had almost severed her head from her body. Even seasoned officers like Starsky and Hutch were affected by the gruesome discovery. The crime scene was made even worse by the fact that the victim couldn’t have been more than ten years old.

The atrocities that some sick mind could inflict on an innocent child never failed to disturb the brunet half of the team. A true professional, David Starsky was an expert at concealing his feelings, especially at a crime scene. But, he could feel the breakfast he had eaten just a couple of hours ago threatening to make an abrupt reappearance.

His blond counterpart, Ken Hutchinson, was surveying the scene and taking notes even as the crime scene team gathered and marked the evidence. He caught his partner’s eye and smiled encouragingly. He knew how deeply crimes involving children affected the volatile brunet. The scenes affected the big blond just as deeply but he had a lifetime of practice hiding his true feelings behind a calm, impassive mask. From the corner of his eye, he saw Starsky retreating to a nearby cluster of bushes and knew that the brunet needed a moment of privacy.

He was waiting patiently when Starsky rejoined him. Side by side, they walked to Starsky’s car. His vehicle was a candy apple red Ford Torino with a foot wide white racing stripe that ran across the roof in front of the rear window, down both sides and then forward where it tapered to points at the front end. The brunet slid under the wheel while Hutch climbed into the shotgun seat.

“You okay?” Hutch asked, noticing that Starsky seemed a little pale with a tight, drawn look around his mouth and eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Starsky said curtly. Hutch knew the dark haired man wasn’t being totally honest but he decided to let it go. It was Starsky’s nature to keep things to himself until he was ready to share his innermost feelings, even Hutch. This was the third murder they had investigated in the past two weeks, all killed the same way, but this was the youngest victim they had encountered. The other two victims had both been older, in their late teens. So far, all three victims were unidentified, simply known as Jane Doe 1, 2 and 3. The only thing the two detectives were positive about was that the murders were all part of some sort of ritual, possibly involving voodoo or the occult. That much was clear from the symbols that been sliced into each body.

“You wanna check out that new shop Huggy told us about?” Hutch suggested “The one that just opened that caters to the occult?”

“Might as well, I guess.” Starsky agreed even though he didn’t sound very enthusiastic about the idea. This whole case was stirring up bad memories of another assignment they had been caught up in that had involved voodoo spells and curses. A spell had been cast on Starsky that had forced him to attack Hutch and he didn’t even remember doing it. The brunet was superstitious enough not to question the existence of evil in the world. He saw the concrete evidence of that evil every day on the streets.

He drove to the address of the newest store doing business in downtown Bay City.

The store was housed in a run down building on a littered side street. A dangling sign written in blood red letters read: The Black Arts Novelty Shop. Most of the owners of stores that dealt in the occult didn’t seem to have a lot of imagination. Starsky tried to still the uneasy feeling that settled in the pit of his stomach as he pulled up to the curb and the two detectives climbed out of the car. He hung back, letting Hutch enter the store first.

The interior of the store only increased Starsky’s apprehension. Shelves along two of the walls were filled with books on black magic, the occult and voodoo practices. There were also artifacts of every description and size, all dealing with different practices. Bins in front of the counter contained candles of every color and size available.

Elaborately decorated knifes were displayed on a back wall.

The clerk behind the counter seemed to fit right in with the atmosphere of the shop. He was tall and thin, almost emaciated, with long bony fingers. His long stringy hair fell around his shoulders in tangles. His dark brown eyes looked sunken and hollow, burning with an intensity that was both chilling and unnerving.

“May I help you, gentlemen?” the clerk asked in a raspy, high pitched voice that grated on Starsky’s overwrought nerves.

“I’m Detective Hutchinson and this is my partner, Detective Starsky.” Hutch said, pulling his badge from his back pocket and showing it to him. “We’re investigating a murder that we believe may be related to the occult.”

“And what does that have to do with me or with this shop?”

“Just some routine questions that we’re asking all the shop owners that specialize in the same type of merchandise that you do.” Hutch explained, purposely keeping his answer vague.

Strangely attracted to a bin of colorful beads sitting on the counter beside the cash register, Starsky reached out to examine one. The clerk immediately grabbed his wrist and said with a thin smile, “Please don’t touch anything.”

Jerking away from the other man’s grasp with a startled cry, Starsky suddenly turned and rushed out of the store leaving his confused and worried partner behind to deal with the clerk. Hutch quickly asked the clerk the questions he had prepared beforehand and then went in search of his disappearing partner.

He found the brunet leaning against the car with his hands planted on the roof of the Torino. His face was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and Hutch was concerned when he noticed that Starsky was trembling violently.

“Hey, buddy. You okay?” Hutch said quietly, reaching out to put a soothing hand on the brunet’s shoulder.

Starsky jumped and pulled away from Hutch’s touch, his eyes wide with fear. He looked sheepish when he realized that it was Hutch who had touched him. His shoulders sagged as he muttered, “Sorry, Blondie. I didn’t hear you. You scared the hell out me.”

“Are you okay?” Hutch repeated in a concerned voice, eyeing his friend intently.

Starsky’s color was still off and he seemed jumpy and on edge.

Can we just get out of here?” Starsky mumbled, surprising Hutch by opening the door on the passenger’s side of the car and sitting down. The blond closed the car door and walked around the front of the vehicle to climb under the wheel. As he turned on the ignition, the powerful engine roaring to life, he glanced at Starsky and said,

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.” Starsky said tightly, unconsciously rubbing his hands together in his lap. Hutch noticed the thin scratches on the back of his left hand where the clerk had apparently scratched him when Starsky pulled away. The wounds weren’t serious but the skin was broken and blood was oozing out of the gouges.

“Let’s call it a day and we can go back to my place.” Hutch suggested “I’ll order us a pizza and take care of your hand.”

Starsky looked surprised as he looked down at his hands, apparently noticing the scratches for the first time. “I didn’t even feel him scratch me.” He muttered.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Now that you mention it, my head is pounding and I feel kinda sick to my stomach.” Starsky admitted.

“You wanna tell me what happened back there?”

“I don’t know what happened.” Starsky said in a frustrated voice. “I just got a really bad feeling about that place.”

“Maybe you just need some sleep.” Hutch said, trying to convince himself as well as Starsky that they were both just overly stressed. He had learned a long time ago not to discount Starsky’s ‘feelings’ in given situations. Those hunches or sudden bursts of intuition had saved their asses more than once.

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Lips sucking at his nipples as a firm hand stroked his cock just the way he liked it. Starsky’s body arched in pleasure, offering more of himself to his lover. Teeth nipped at his flesh, a warm, wet tongue licking away the sting. A mouth moving lower until he felt his cock being sucked into a warm, welcoming cavern. The suction was incredible. His lover definitely knew how to give a mind blowing blow job. They also seemed to know all the most sensitive parts of his anatomy, all the hidden spots that almost made him climb the walls.

He raised his head to try and see his lovers face but all he could see was golden blond hair, glowing in the moonlight and the smooth tanned skin of a shoulder. Closing his eyes, he gave himself over to the overwhelming pleasure that was washing over him. He felt himself climbing closer and closer to the edge, exploding with a thrust of his hips that drove his aching cock deep into his lover’s throat. His lover swallowed all he had to give, then suckled him dry and licked him clean.

Starsky awoke with a start, his body still trembling and his briefs soaked with cum. Damn! It was just a dream! He hadn’t cum in his shorts just from an erotic dream since he was a teenager. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to put a face to his dream lover. And he was still hard, his body aching for more. With a muffled curse, he shoved himself to his feet and stumbled into the adjoining bathroom. Turning on the shower, he stripped off his soiled underwear, burying them in the bottom of the hamper. Stepping under the water, he let the spray wash over him, slowly calming his rebellious cock. He washed himself off and stepped out of the stall, wrapping a towel tightly around his waist.

As he crawled back into his bed, he unwrapped the towel and let it fall to the floor. As he nestled down into his pillow, he realized that his hand was aching where he had gotten scratched earlier by the clerk in the voodoo store. The scratches burned like they were on fire and he was starting to feel nauseated again. He tried to ignore his discomfort and go back to sleep, finally drifting into a restless slumber.

He woke up again shortly after dawn. He vaguely remembered remnants of another dream but his memories were rapidly fading as he became more alert. He didn’t think it had been an erotic one this time. His second dream had been more like a nightmare, leaving him unnerved and uneasy. Unable to sleep, he shoved himself to his feet and got dressed. He smiled to himself as he thought how surprised Hutch would be when he actually picked him up on time for a chance. Since it was still early, he had time for a leisurely breakfast before it was time to leave for work.

Hutch was pacing up and down the sidewalk in front of his building when Starsky pulled up to the curb. His smile quickly faded from his face when Hutch climbed into the car and snapped, “Where the hell have you been? You’re almost half an hour late!”

“No, I’m not.” Starsky said in a confused voice, looking at his wristwatch to confirm the time. He was startled to discover that it was almost an hour later then he thought it was. That didn’t make sense! It was seven a.m. when I left my place. It shouldn’t be any later than seven-twenty now. Where did the missing hour go and why can’t I remember it? Too stunned to defend himself, he muttered “Sorry. I guess I lost track of time.”

“Dobey will have us on traffic control if we’re late once more time this week!” Hutch grumbled as Starsky shifted the car into gear and pulled away from the curb. Wrapped up in his own thoughts, the brunet barely heard Hutch’s complaints about ‘irresponsible partners’ and ‘staying up half the night to watch horror movies on TV’

He was scared but didn’t know why. He didn’t want to tell Hutch about his dream the night before or the missing period of time this morning. For some unexplainable reason it seemed important to keep that to himself, at least for now.

The day passed quietly with little break in the usual routine. They checked out a few more stores specializing in items for the Black Magic crowd but none of them affected Starsky quite the same way the one the day before had. By the end of the day, he was tired and just wanted to go home. He planned on getting something to eat, watching a little TV, and going to bed early. He barely made it past the front door. He threw himself down on the sofa as soon as he entered his apartment and instantly fell into a deep slumber. Sometime during the night, he began to dream:

Hands touching him all over his body, strong masculine hands. Starsky’s eyes flew open, that didn’t seem right. He was used to feeling the soft gentle touch of a woman’s hands touching him intimately, not a man. He could make out the same golden blond hair that he remembered from the night before, but this time he could make out the face that went with it. It was Hutch!

Oh, god! Starsky moaned as those hands touched him in previously forbidden places bringing him more pleasure than any woman ever had. Strong fingers fondled the heavy balls hanging between his legs, while soft, warm lips nibbled at the head of his cock. Starsky reached out, intending to push Hutch away but instead, his fingers tangled in those strands of silky blond hair and pulled him closer, his body demanding more.

He heard himself whimper as Hutch took his cock in his mouth, that wet tongue swirling around the head and down the thick vein on the underside. It felt so good, every sensation heightened with desire, the pleasure he was receiving from his very male partner almost overwhelming his overloaded senses. He cried out as Hutch brought him to the very edge and then backed down, refusing to let him cum.

Hutch chuckled, an almost evil sound, as he continued to tease Starsky relentlessly until the brunet was begging for release. Then suddenly, Hutch’s body was covering his own, their mouths mashed together as Hutch’s tongue explored the inside of Starsky’s mouth. As Hutch began to thrust against him, Starsky could feel their cocks rubbing together and he screamed out his pleasure into Hutch’s mouth.

Starsky woke up, trembling violently, just as he climaxed both in his dream and in reality. Cursing vehemently, he shoved himself to his feet and rushed into the bathroom, stripping off his soiled briefs and jeans as if the clothing was burning his skin. His face flushed with shame at the vivid details of his dream. It was as if his body could still feel the touch of Hutch’s hands and his lips felt bruised from their frantic kisses. This was starting to get more than a little strange.

Starsky had never had any sexual interest in other men, least of all his partner. Over the years, he and Hutch had seen each other naked more times then he could remember and even touched each other intimately while caring for each other when one of them was hurt or sick, but he had never been turned on by it. Starsky was fairly uninhibited when it came to sex. He had nothing against alternative lifestyles but he had never had any inclination towards any kind of experimentation, not even when he was a kid. He’d had more than his share of advances from both males and females but had always turned the males down with a few wisely chosen words. He was confused and frightened to suddenly find himself having such erotic and vivid dreams starring him and Hutch as lovers.

He climbed into the shower and scrubbed his skin until it was red, trying in vain to wash away the memory of his dream. After drying off, he dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of blue pajama bottoms that he seldom wore, usually preferring to sleep in the nude or dressed just in his underwear. He threw himself down across his king sized bed, exhausted but afraid to fall asleep again. Another dream like the one he had earlier and he’d be ready to climb the walls in frustration. He lay there staring into the darkness until his heavy eyes finally closed and he slept.

Hutch’s annoyed voice yelling his name jerked him awake the next morning. Glancing at the alarm clock, he saw that he had overslept. He scrambled out of bed just as Hutch appeared in the bedroom doorway.

“Get a move on it, partner…we have exactly twenty minutes to get to work before we’re late…again!”

“Sorry,” Starsky muttered, a flush creeping into his face as he rummaged through his closet for clean clothes.

“I’ll be waiting in the car.” Hutch said as he turned and stomped away indignantly. A few moments later, the echo of the front door slamming filled the air.

Starsky quickly pulled on his clothes, then lost precious minutes searching for one of his tennis shoes that he finally found under the bed. With no time for his usual morning cup of coffee to start his day, he hurried out of his apartment and joined Hutch in the battered piece of junk that he called a car. Starsky slouched in his seat and wisely kept his mouth shut. Hutch was obviously still in a bad mood because Starsky was making them late two mornings in a row.

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The erotic dreams continued every night when Starsky went to sleep. They remained vivid and disturbing, increasing in intensity until Starsky tried to avoid sleeping so he wouldn’t dream. To make matters worse, he started finding it more and more distracting to be around Hutch during the day. Every time he looked at his partner, his mind replayed the dreams in his head. A simple touch, even an accidental brush of Hutch’s hand against his own, left Starsky finding creative ways to hide a hard-on. He was too embarrassed and ashamed to tell Hutch the real reason for his sleepless nights and distracted behavior. He had to find a way to get some sleep without the dreams before he lost his mind.

Hutch knew that something was wrong with the brunet half of the duo but he was at a loss to put his finger on what it was. Starsky was refusing to discuss anything personal with him and seemed to be trying to distance himself from Hutch after they got off duty. The big blond knew that Starsky wasn’t sleeping well and it was starting to wear on his nerves. Hutch wanted desperately to help but he didn’t know how. It had gotten to the point that sometimes during the day; Hutch noticed Starsky apparently blanking out for short periods of time. When Hutch said his name, he snapped out of it immediately but always seemed confused and disoriented for a few minutes afterwards. If Starsky didn’t start confiding in him soon, Hutch was determined to find out what was wrong even if he had tie Starsky to a chair and force it out of the stubborn brunet.

When Naro asked for their help staking out a warehouse where they were expecting a big drug shipment to go down in the next few days, Hutch accepted the assignment without discussing it with Starsky first. He knew that his partner hated stakeouts. Hutch hoped the long, boring hours with nothing to do would encourage Starsky to talk about whatever was keeping him from sleeping.

When Starsky found out about their new assignment, he reacted pretty much as Hutch had expected him to. He got pissed as hell, ranting and raving about it before storming out of the squad room. But, he wasn’t angry for the reasons Hutch thought he was. Starsky was scared of being confined to the car with Hutch for long periods of time with no way to avoid direct contact. It would be too easy to embarrass himself, especially if Hutch wanted to know why he suddenly started boasting a woody all the time for no apparent reason.

The first night on the stakeout, Starsky managed to avoid any problems by suggesting Hutch sack out in the back seat for awhile and take a nap while Starsky took the first watch. When Hutch did, Starsky simply let him sleep, not waking him up until just before they signed off duty. The next night, Hutch wasn’t so easily fooled. He insisted on taking the first watch and ordered Starsky to stretch out in the back seat to try to get some sleep. To Starsky, that wasn’t a very good idea either. He was still afraid of dreaming if he fell asleep. He tried to resist by boring Hutch to death with the details of a new trivia book he was reading but it wasn’t long before his exhausted body won the battle and his eyes drifted shut.

Hutch was leaning over him, pure lust gleaming in his eyes, as his gaze swept over Starsky’s naked body. Starsky shivered in anticipation wondering what Hutch had in mind for tonight. Over the course of the past couple of weeks, they had progressed from Hutch giving him blow jobs to mutual hand jobs. Finally, Starsky had returned the favor, taking Hutch’s cock in his mouth for the first time and giving him a blow job. It was still the best sex the brunet had ever experienced, almost as addictive as any drug could ever be., The pleasure he received was positively overwhelming, leaving every sense he had on overload. And the orgasms were so powerful they left him drained and exhausted. But, all Hutch had to do was touch him and he was ready for more.

When Hutch gently nudged him over onto his stomach and spread his thighs with those big hands of his, sudden understanding filtered into Starsky’s mind. Hutch was going to fuck him! He wanted it and wanted it badly but he was also terrified. He knew it was going to hurt and hurt like hell. Hutch’s cock was huge! For the first time, he started to struggle, trying to pull away from his lover’s captive embrace.

“Don’t fight me, Starsk!” Hutch growled in his ear “It’ll be easier that way. One way or the other, I’m gonna fuck you tonight.”

Starsky cried out in pain and shock when he felt a long, blunt finger breech the hidden entrance to his body. He tried to relax but his rebellious body fought the unfamiliar intrusion into virgin territory.

“No….please, Hutch…” Starsky whimpered “Don’t…”

Hutch disregarded his painful pleas as his finger continued to violate Starsky’s body.

In the front seat, Hutch was startled when Starsky started whimpering and crying out in his sleep, obviously caught in the midst of a nightmare. When the big blond heard the brunet say, “No…please, Hutch….don’t…” he reacted immediately and instinctively. He leaned over the front seat into the back and grabbed Starsky’s shoulder, shaking him to awaken him.

“Starsky! Come on! Wake up, babe…it’s just a bad dream!”

Starsky’s eyes flew open, widening in terror when he saw Hutch leaning over him. Still caught up in the dream, he thought that the dream was real and that Hutch was attacking him. “NO! DON’T TOUCH ME!” he yelled, throwing up both hands and giving Hutch a violent shove backwards. Hutch fell backwards against the dashboard with a muffled grunt of pain and surprise.

Straightening up with a wince of pain, he cautiously looked into the back seat to find Starsky huddled in the corner with his knees drawn up against his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around his shins. His head was bowed, his face buried against his knees.

“Starsky?” Hutch said in a gentle, soothing voice as if he were speaking to a frightened animal that needed gentling. “Buddy…are you okay?”

“Take me home…please god, just take me home.” Starsky whimpered in a muffled, broken voice that tore at the sensitive blond’s heart.

Without a second thought, Hutch grabbed the mike and called dispatch He reported that Starsky was sick and Hutch was taking him home, requesting a backup to cover the warehouse. He didn’t wait for confirmation. He turned on the ignition and pulled into the street, heading for Starsky’s apartment.

By the time he pulled into the drive beside Starsky’s place, the brunet was sitting on the back seat, looking sheepish and ashamed. When Hutch turned off the key and climbed out of the car, Starsky followed without any assistance and hurried past Hutch into the house. By the time Hutch walked through the front door, Starsky was already in his bedroom with the door firmly closed. Hutch sighed and grabbed an extra blanket and spare pillow from the hallway closet. There was no way he was leaving his distraught partner alone for the rest of the night. Maybe in the morning, Starsky would finally feel like talking.

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Hutch's eyes looking at him with a savage intensity as he reached out and cuffed Starsky's wrists to the headboard of the bed. The brunet winced as the metal bit into the tender flesh but he didn't try to fight his restraints. Hutch had suggested 'a little game' and Starsky had been powerless to refuse. The brunet had had a girlfriend once who liked to be tied up during sex and he had always found it to be erotic and seductive but this was the first time he had ever allowed himself to be put into the more submissive role.

He closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensations of pleasure, as Hutch began kissing his chest and stomach. He yelped in surprise, his eyes flying open, as sharp teeth bit at a tender nipple. Hutch's eyes smiled at him as the big blond bit down on the opposite nipple.

"Hey, watch it. That hurts." Starsky objected

"Shut up before I gag you." Hutch growled, "You belong to me and we're going to start doing things my way"

Starsky felt his stomach clench with fear at those ominous words. This was a side of Hutch that he had rarely seen and that he wasn't sure he liked very well. This was the cold, arrogant bastard who didn't care about anyone else but himself. Starsky didn't think that Hutch would hurt him, at least not intentionally. Instinctively, he started struggling against his restraints. He was stunned when Hutch suddenly raised his hand and slapped Starsky hard across the face.

"Don't fight me, Starsky!" he warned in a low, dangerous voice. "You'll only make it harder on yourself."

Starsky moaned as Hutch began to suck his cock, alternating waves of pure bliss with the pain of the unexpected brush of sharp teeth against the sensitive crown. Pleasure and pain, an unexpected combination the proved to be highly arousing. The pleasure turned to pain and frustration when Hutch refused to let him cum, bringing him right to the edge and then refusing to let him climax, until the brunet was screaming and begging for some relief.

When Hutch finally gave in and let him cum, the big blond roughly jammed his forefinger into Starsky's anus just at the moment of orgasm, pulling a ragged scream from the brunet's throat as his body shuddered and shook with the force of his climax. Hutch sucked him dry and then rocked back on his heels, smiling in satisfaction at the sated, exhausted expression on his lover's face. He freed Starsky from the handcuffs and stretched out beside him, pulling the smaller man into his arms and cuddling him like a child as he whispered soft nonsense words in a curl covered ear as Starsky drifted off to sleep.

Starsky awoke with a start, his face covered with sweat and his heart still pounding from the intensity of the dream. He hissed through tightly clenched teeth as his rock hard cock brushed against the sheet covering his lower body. He slipped his hand beneath the sheet and grasped his cock, finishing himself off with two firm strokes of the throbbing shaft. Feeling ashamed and self-consciously, he scrambled out of the bed and pulled off the offending sheets. He stuffed them in the bathroom hamper along with his underwear. He took a quick shower and then dressed in a pair of sweatpants and an old tee shirt.

As soon as he left the bathroom, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled his nostrils. He was startled to see Hutch standing in the kitchen cooking something on the stove. For a moment, reality and his dream overlapped and he thought that he was still dreaming. It was getting harder and harder for him to distinguish between the two. He felt a trembling start deep inside of him as Hutch noticed him and smiled brightly.

This is real This is Hutch. Starsky thought to himself. The rest was just a dream…just a dream. The rest might have only been a dream but his rebellious body insisted on reacting to the erotic images that floated through his head. Luckily, his cock was too spent to rise to full mast again so soon.

"How are you feeling?" Hutch said, noticing Starsky's pale face and the dark circles under his eyes as the brunet came into the kitchen and helped himself to a cup of coffee. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah, I guess." Starsky said offhandedly as he slumped down at the kitchen table and stared into his coffee cup as if he could find the answers he sought there. He felt his mind starting to wander.

"Starsky? Hey, Starsk! Talk to me!" Hutch's insistent voice cut into his thoughts.

"Huh? What?" Starsky said in a confused voice, raising his head to look into the worried eyes of his best friend who was sitting at the table beside him.

"I've been talking to you for the past fifteen minutes and you've just been sitting there staring into space. What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know…" Starsky admitted in a quiet, scared voice. He didn't remember the lapse of time since he had poured his coffee and sat down. It wasn't the first time in the past few weeks that he had experienced similar lapses of time and it was starting to frighten him. Maybe he was going crazy after all and just didn't know it yet. He looked at Hutch, his sapphire eyes pleading for understanding and help. "I don't know what's wrong with me…" he whispered."I think I'm losing my mind."

"Ahh, Starsk…" Hutch said in a gentle, concerned voice as he reached out and squeezed Starsky's hand encouragingly. "Whatever it is, we'll figure it out together. I'm sure it's not that bad. Why don't you tell me what's been going on with you that's got you so worked up? I know you've been having some bad dreams. Right?"

"You have no idea." Starsky said dryly. He didn't want to share the content of his recent dreams with Hutch since he was the main attraction. It was too embarrassing and personal. "Every time I go to sleep…I have the same dream and it's driving me nuts."

He tried to keep his answer vague but he should have known that would not satisfy Hutch.

"Maybe it would help if you told me about it."

"NO!" Starsky said sharply, his voice louder than he intended. "They're…uh

…kinda personal."

Hutch smiled faintly. "Starsky, are you trying to tell me that you're having wet dreams?" he chuckled softly "Is it anybody I know?"
"None of your business, Blondie." Starsky growled wanting to put an end to this particular conversation before it went too far and he revealed too much.

"Come on, babe…maybe all you need to do is find yourself a lady and get laid." Hutch suggested helpfully.

Starsky sighed and stood up to dump his now cold coffee in the sink. He wished it was that simple but somehow, he knew that it wasn't. His emotions were on a roller coaster and he couldn't seem to find any balance to level him out. And he couldn't share his innermost feelings with the one person he had always counted on to be there when he needed him the most. Hutch was right about one thing. He needed a woman and he needed to get laid maybe then the dreams would go away.

Hutch sensed the change in Starsky's mood and wisely decided to back off for now. At least he was starting to open up about whatever had been troubling him recently. The two friends ate their breakfast in silence. Afterwards, Hutch left when the brunet told him that he was going to try to get some more sleep.

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Two days later, Starsky met a woman at a disco he frequented. She was a gorgeous brunet with long legs and a voluptuous figure. She told Starsky to call her Cher. They spent most of the evening dancing and when the disco closed, she didn't hesitate when Starsky asked her if she would like to go back to his place for a while. Starsky normally wasn't so forward with a woman he had just met but Cher had made it clear all evening that she was free and easy. Just what Starsky had convinced himself he needed at the moment.

Cher declined his offer of a drink and grabbed his arm, pulling him down on the sofa beside her. Their lips met in a deep. demanding kiss that took Starsky's breath away. It had been a long time for the brunet and his body immediately responded accordingly. He felt Cher's nimble fingers unbuttoning his shirt and baring his chest. She sighed in contentment as she ran her fingers through the thick curly hair on his torso, seeking out the dark nipples hidden beneath the fur. Starsky felt her shifting positions so that she was lying on the sofa beneath him.

Moaning softly against her soft inviting lips, Starsky slipped his left hand up underneath her sheer white blouse to cup a warm, full breast in his palm. He had felt enough breasts in his time to know that hers were real and not an implant. He heard her moan in pleasure as he rubbed his thumb against the taunt nipple while the rest of his fingers kneaded the pliable flesh.

He used his free hand to shove the blouse up under her arms, exposing her breasts to his hungry eyes. "Beautiful, baby, just beautiful…" he murmured as he lowered his head to take one dark nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. Cher cried out and tangled her fingers in his curls, holding him close, as he teased her relentlessly with his tongue and teeth. As his mouth worked at her breast, he let his left hand slide down to her thigh, working his way up under the short skirt she was wearing. He felt the heat and moisture gathered between her legs as his fingers brushed against her center.

"Oh, Yeah, baby…" Cher whimpered "Right there." She rubbed herself against his fingers almost frantically and Starsky was more than happy to oblige. Tugging off the thin nylon panties, his talented fingers found her center and the hard little nub of her clitoris. Moisture flooded his hand as he aroused her even more, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of her endurance. He stopped just short of letting her climax and stood up long enough to pull of his clothes, his erection standing hard and proud between his thighs. Cher licked her lips as she tugged off her own clothes and crawled off the sofa to kneel on the floor in front of him.

Starsky hissed in pleasure as he felt the warm wetness of her mouth surround the head of his cock. He trembled and forced himself not to start thrusting, not just yet anyway. He tangled his fingers in her long dark hair and held her securely in place. "Oh, yeah, baby…" he growled "Suck it…suck it good."

He began bucking his hips as her talented mouth went to work on his throbbing cock, her tongue flicking over the sensitive tip as her fingers fondled the heavy sack hanging between his legs. Cher definitely knew how to suck good cock. She brought him right to the edge without pushing him over completely, backing down and then slowly bringing him back up to new heights of arousal. Finally, Starsky had enough of her game and gently pushed her away from his sensitive cock. Turning her around he bent her over the edge of the coffee table, her gorgeous ass on perfect display.

Grabbing her hips to keep her in place, he jammed his cock deep inside of her with one hard thrust of his hips. They both cried out at the sensation of almost overwhelming pleasure that swept over them. Her tight inner passage clutched at his cock like a warm, caressing glove. He began thrusting in earnest, changing his angle slightly until he found her g-spot. She screamed in pleasure and scratched her nails across the top of the coffee table as she spiraled out of control. Starsky thrust harder, seeking his own release. He threw back his head and closed his eyes, moaning deeply, as he felt his balls tighten and draw up inside of him, then the rush of ecstasy that ran through his very core and out his cock to erupt into a mind-blowing orgasm. He continued thrusting, trembling, as he finished coming deep inside of his more than willing partner. They both collapsed to the floor, wrapped in a tangle of arms and legs, as they waited for their breathing to slow back to normal and their racing heartbeats to calm down.

Finally, Cher began to gather up her scattered clothes. Starsky remained on the floor, leaning up on one arm as he watched her, comfortable and relaxed despite his nudity. "Are you leaving?" he asked

"I'm afraid I have to." Cher said with a tender smile as she leaned down to share a gentle kiss. "I have a roommate and if I don't go home, she'll have the cops out looking for me."

"Let me get dressed and I'll take you home." Starsky said, ever the gentleman.

"Don't bother. I'll just call a cab. You look too relaxed to move."

"I am." Starsky admitted with a soft chuckle. "At least let me pay for the cab." Before she could object, he shoved himself to his feet and found his discarded jeans. Pulling out his wallet, he dug out some bills and handed them to her with a leering smile. "Maybe we can do this again."

"Count on it." Cher said with a grin. "I’m at the club almost every night." She found the phone and called for a cab to take her home. They shared a few more breathtaking kisses while they waited for it to arrive. Finally, a horn blowing out front announced the arrival of her ride. Starsky walked her to the door, locking it securely behind her. Whistling under his breath and feeling better than he had felt for weeks, he gathered up his clothes and walked towards the bathroom to take a quick shower before turning in for the night.

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The following evening, the dreams about Hutch returned with a vengeance.

The hands that stroked his body were gentle, yet rough, at the same time. Strong hands, hands bigger than his own. The body that covered his was long and lean, with hard bone and muscles where there should have been soft curves and breasts. But the mouth that sucked at his neck and trailed kisses down to the hidden nipples on his chest was just as talented and arousing as any woman's had ever been. Pleasure and pain, a warm wet tongue combined with sharp nipping teeth. Starsky yelped in pain and bucked his hips but the big blond held him securely in place with the weight of his body.

The handcuffs that held his wrists securely above his head rubbed against his skin when he moved, reminding Starsky of his vulnerable position of submission. Soft scarves were wrapped around each ankle and tied to the footboard of the bed, holding his legs apart, leaving him exposed and at Hutch's mercy. Starsky reluctantly admitted that there was something erotic about allowing himself to be restrained, relinquishing his power and his control completely to his partner. Hutch was no longer the gentle, considerate lover he had been in the beginning. He was slowly becoming more dominant and aggressive, adding slaps and pinches to gentle caresses, always taking care to make sure the marks were in places that wouldn't show when Starsky was dressed.

The big blond also took particular pleasure in teasing Starsky to the very limits of his endurance before finally allowing him to cum. Hutch frequently demanded more, leaving Starsky drained and exhausted. Even when Starsky was positive he had no more left to give, Hutch could always make him hard again. Some mornings, his cock was so sore and tender after a night of Hutch's loving that Starsky could barely walk.

Hutch was in a particularly aggressive mood tonight and Starsky's heart pounded frantically with both fear and anticipation as Hutch used his hands and mouth to reduce his partner to a quivering mass of aroused nerve endings. Starsky had already had one explosive orgasm and was rapidly approaching a second one. The bedroom smelled of sex and aroused male hormones.

"You're mine, Starsky…do you hear me? Mine!" Hutch growled against the brunet's skin as he reached down with one hand and began probing at the hidden open to Starsky's body. Starsky yelped, his body jerking against his restraints, as he felt the long blunt finger breech the opening. Tears of pain sprang to his eyes at the intense burning and stinging that accompanied the intrusion. His muscles involuntarily tensed and tried to push out the unwelcome invader. Hutch hadn't used any lubrication except for some of his own cum. The pain eased a bit as Hutch began to thrust his finger in and out of the tight resistive passage, stretching out the strong rectal muscles. Another voice whispered in Starsky's head "You'll never belong to him because you belong to me!"

Starsky awoke with a start, his heart pounding and sweat pouring down his face. The memory of the dream was still vivid in his mind and his cock was already shooting his load over the sheets, some of his seed splattering his thighs. Starsky tossed aside the soiled top sheet and stood up on trembling legs. He stumbled to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, turning the water. He hissed as the icy cold water washed over his body, bowing his head as the water washed away his shame. He whimpered as he heard the second voice clearly in his head, mocking him. "You're mine, not his. You belong to me and always will!" Starsky sank to his knees and wrapped his arms around himself overwhelmed by a terror he couldn't identify. He wondered if he was going crazy. He'd never heard voices like that in his head before.

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Starsky opened the door to the disco and stepped inside. He had been restless and on edge for the last two days ever since his most recent nightmare starring his big blond partner. Unconsciously, he had been keeping as much distance between himself and Hutch as possible in the past few days. He knew Hutch realized something was wrong but to his credit, the big blond didn't try to pry. But Starsky knew sooner or later, Hutch would want some answers for the brunet's erratic behavior. After getting off work that evening, he had decided to go to the club looking for Cher. He hoped that a long night of mindless, no strings attached, sex with a woman would ease his troubled mind and help him forget about the erotic dreams

It didn't take long to spot the sexy little brunette. She was on the dance floor, swinging and swaying to the music. The skimpy mini dress with the halter top she was wearing left little to the imagination and her dancing was almost like watching her have sex on the dance floor. Starsky made his way through the crowd to the bar where he ordered a beer. Scanning the dance floor, he saw Cher smile brightly when she spotted him. Excusing herself and dismissing her partner with a wave of her hand, she stopped dancing and walked over to the bar to join him.

"Hi, Sexy." She cooed, leaning up against him suggestively. "Looking for me?"

"Maybe. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure. Whiskey sour."

Starsky nodded at the bartender to get the drink for the lady as he sipped at his beer. When the bartender sat her drink on the bar, Starsky picked up both drinks and nodded at an empty table in the corner. Cher nodded and followed him through the crowd to grab the table before someone else did. Starsky sat their drinks down on the table and slipped off his jacket, sliding it over the back of one of the chairs to lay claim to the spot.

"Let's dance." He said, grabbing Cher's hand and pulling her out onto the floor. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her close as they began swaying to the music. Cher giggled and nuzzled the side of his neck with her lips, rubbing herself against him suggestively as they danced. Starsky felt himself getting hot and it had nothing to do with the temperature in the room. By the time the dance ended, he was semi-hard, his cock feeling cramped in the confines of his tight jeans.

Escorting Cher back to the table, he excused himself to go to the men's room. He didn't notice the slight smile on the brunette's face as he walked away. Once he was out of sight, Cher took a tiny bottle from it's hiding place between her full, firm breasts and opened it, pouring the amber colored liquid into Starsky's beer. Dropping the empty bottle to the floor, she kicked it out of the way just as Starsky returned to the table. Pleased, she watched as he finished his beer in one long swallow.

Starsky grabbed her hand and pulled her back out onto the dance floor where they spent the next hour dancing and flirting outrageously. Starsky started kissing her and fondling her suggestively, cupping her ass with his hands and pulling her groin against his as they danced. Cher giggled when she felt his hard-on pressing against her stomach as they danced.

"Let's get out of here and go back to my place." Starsky growled, his voice husky with desire. All he cared about at the moment was getting her in his bed so he could fuck her through the floor until morning. Cher didn't resist as he led her out of the club. As she climbed into the Torino she made sure to flip her skirt just enough to let him see that she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath her dress. Starsky felt his lust rise at the image of those creamy white thighs with just a fleeting glance of the dark nest between her legs.

As he settled beneath the wheel and turned on the engine Cher scooted across the seat until she was pressed up against him. As he pulled into the street. Blending in with the heavy Friday night traffic, he saw her slip her hand down her thigh from the corner of his eye. She pulled her skirt up until it was gathered around her waist, exposing herself to him. Smiling wickedly, she began to play with herself with one hand while her other hand began rubbing against the bulge in his jeans.

"Hey, I'm trying to drive here…" he reminded her in a husky voice.

"So drive…while I play." Cher said with a smile.

"You play too much and I'm liable to wrap us around a telephone pole." Starsky warned her.

"You want me to stop?" she asked, bringing the fingers that had been between her legs up to her lips and sucking on them.

"No…I'm enjoying the show." Starsky admitted with a wolfish grin.

"Good…cause wait until you see what I've got planned for you when we get back to your place." She cooed.

"I can't wait."

Starsky pressed harder on the gas, driving as fast as he dared in the heavy traffic. He alternated his attention between watching the road and watching Cher's blatant display. By the time he turned onto his street, his cock was hard as a rock and pressing painfully against the denim of his jeans. The interior of the car smelled like sex already from Cher's playing with herself. He pulled into his drive and slammed the car into park, turning off the engine. They climbed out of the car and ran up the steps to the front door.

As soon as they were safely inside, Starsky pulled her into his arms and kissed her, deeply and hungrily. They tore at each others clothes as they made their way to his bedroom. Starsky wanted her so badly he was ready to cum in his jeans, something he hadn't done since he was a teenager.

Naked, they tumbled onto his bed with him lying on his back beneath her. Cher grinned as she straddled his hips, rubbing herself against him as his hands reached out to knead her breasts. Spotting his handcuffs lying on the nightstand where he had discarded them earlier before going out, she grabbed them and dangled them playfully from one finger.

"You gonna arrest me, Officer?" she teased

"Not if you're a good girl." Starsky growled, raising his head to take one pert little nipple in his mouth, tonguing it and nipping at it lightly.

Cher moaned softly, rocking back and forth on his thighs. Looking at him with a glint in her eyes, she said, "Let's play a game."

"Don't wanna play no more games." Starsky said roughly "I just wanna fuck you."

"You will…but first…play a game with me." She said with a pout.

"What kind of game?"

"Let me cuff your hands to the headboard." She whispered in his ear.

"NO!" Starsky said a bit more loudly than he intended, memories of his most recent nightmare flashing through his mind. He started to shift his position so he could be the one on top but Cher refused to cooperate. Instead she reached out and snapped one metal bracelet around his left wrist. "Hey!" Starsky objected loudly, his heart pounding in his chest. "I said I didn't want to play!"

"Well I do," Cher said sweetly "And either we play or I'm leaving right now."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I?" she said with a grin. She threaded the chain around the bottom of one of the posts on the headboard, leaning over him so that her full breasts swung in front of his face. Unable to resist, Starsky claimed a tempting nipple with his mouth. He barely noticed as Cher snapped the second cuff around his other wrist, effectively restraining his hands.

Laughing, Cher backed up and grinned at her captive, obviously pleased with herself. "Now we can play all we want." She said.

"You better not plan on playing too long." Starsky warned her in a deep husky voice. "Cause I'm ready to explode here."

"I can see that." Cher said eyeing his impressive erection with the smooth cut head and the thick long shaft with the heavy fur covered balls nestled between his legs. She felt herself growing wetter at the memory of just how good he was in bed. She was definitely looking forward to this. She'd let him cum all right but not until she was ready and that wouldn't be until he was completely under her control and begging for it.

"Hey!" Starsky complained in a frustrated voice as she moved away from him completely and stood beside the bed.

"Just be quiet and watch." She ordered as she began a slow, seductive dance. As she danced, she touched herself with her fingers, pleasuring herself shamelessly. Starsky groaned and pulled against the cuffs that held him prisoner, longing to touch her silky skin and shove his cock inside her hot, tight passage.

Cher continued her dance until she gasped, her body stiffening as she climaxed from masturbating herself. Giggling, she climbed back on the bed, straddling his thighs once more.

"Come on, baby…give it to me!" Starsky growled, thrusting his hips in frustration, pre-cum dripping from the slit in his cock to slide down the shaft of his throbbing cock.

"Soon, baby…soon." Cher said in a whisper, enjoying her game immensely. She leaned down to run her tongue over the head of his cock, lapping up the pre-cum like a kitten licking up milk. Starsky yelled and jerked his hips trying to force her to take more of him in her mouth. But she pulled away, her slender fingers dipping down to fondle his balls. Starsky yelled again and twisted his head from side to side on the pillow, his frustration mounting. He pulled on the cuffs relentlessly, wanting desperately to be able to touch her, to push her down on the bed and fuck her senseless. But he couldn't touch her. He could only lay there and endure her relentless teasing. It was so much like his dream about Hutch that he felt as if reality and his dream world had blurred together somehow.

He began bucking his hips, desperate to cum, to put an end to his torment. He was so hard his cock was starting to hurt. If she didn't let him cum soon, he was going to go crazy. But Cher was an expert at teasing, she knew just how far to go without shoving him over the edge and when to back off to let him cool down before bringing him back to the very brink of climaxing before stopping again. Starsky's body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and every muscle was trembling with his need for release.

He was so distracted by what Cher was doing to him that he never heard the front door open but Cher did. She glanced up in time to see a big blond appear in the bedroom doorway, a shocked and embarrassed expression on his handsome face. Although they hadn't met yet, Cher already knew this was Starsky's partner, Hutch. Smiling sweetly, she continued teasing Starsky, his pleading cries filling the air as she toyed with him. From the corner of her eye she watched Hutch as he stood there, too stunned to move, watching as she teased his partner skillfully.

"Please, baby…I need to cum so bad!" Starsky almost whimpered, thrusting his hips frantically as she began to suck his cock. "Suck it! suck it good!" His voice turned to a keening wail as she sucked harder. "ohgodohgodohgod…" Starsky cried out as he felt his balls drawing up tight against his body. He shuddered violently as he felt his orgasm rush over him, exploding out of his cock in a gush of hot thick liquid. As Cher sucked him dry, taking all he had to give, then licking him clean, she saw Hutch leave. A moment later she heard the front door open and close but Starsky was too far gone to notice or care.

The first part of her goal accomplished, Cher picked up the key from the nightstand and unlocked the handcuffs. As soon as his hands were free, Starsky grabbed her and rolled them both off the bed. They landed on the thick pile carpet with Starsky in the dominant position. Without any foreplay, he entered her body in one hard thrust and began fucking her, hard and fast, his cock still hard despite having just climaxed a few minutes before. He fucked her until they were both exhausted, falling asleep on the floor, still wrapped in each others arms.

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Starsky opened one eye and then the other. For a moment he was surprised to find himself sleeping on the floor beside his bed, then memories of the night before with Cher flashed through his mind. As he shifted positions, he realized that he was alone. Leaning up on one arm, he glanced around the room. Cher's clothes were done so he assumed that she must be too since he didn't hear anyone moving around in the apartment. Shoving himself to his feet with a groan, he slowly made his way into the bathroom. His body was sore and stiff, hurting in spots he didn't even know could hurt so bad. His cock felt as if it had been rubbed raw by the strenuous sex the night before. He smiled faintly as he stepped into the shower and turned on the water, at least he hadn't had any dreams like last night.

Washing off the traces of his night of lust, he wrapped a towel tightly around his waist and stepped back into his bedroom. He was surprised to find Hutch leaning in the bedroom doorway eyeing the rumbled bed with a curious expression on his face.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Starsky asked "We're off duty today."

"I know. I just thought you might like to go out for breakfast." Hutch said. He turned to look at his partner quizzically "Rough night last night, partner?" Something in the big blond's tone made Starsky pause and consider his answer thoughtfully. When he didn't answer immediately, Hutch wrinkled his nose and said "It smells like a brothel in here. Where's your lady friend?"

"Gone." Starsky said evasively as he began to get dressed, carefully avoiding his partner's penetrating gaze.

"I'm surprised you can even walk this morning. I didn't know you were into the kinky stuff, buddy." Hutch said dryly.

"What are you talking about?" Starsky asked in a startled voice, throwing a glance at his partner who gazed back at him solemnly.

"I was here last night, buddy. Don't you remember? Or were you too busy to notice me? You obviously were enjoying yourself."

"Shit…you saw that?" Starsky said in an embarrassed voice, wondering which part and just how much Hutch had seen.

"Yeah…who is she, Starsk?"

"Her name is Cher."

"Cher what?"

"I don't know." Starsky admitted ruefully.

"You don't know her last name? Where did you meet her?" Hutch demanded

"At that disco over on Elmherst."

"Where does she live?"

"I don't know."

"Phone number?"

"I don't know." Starsky felt his anger rising at the tone of Hutch's voice. "What is this, pal? An interrogation? The last time I looked, having sex with a willing lady wasn't a crime. It's not like you haven't picked up some girl and had sex with her and never got her address or phone number."

"Is that what this was? A one night stand?" Hutch demanded "Cause it sure looked like more than that to me. Or is this a side of you that you never told me about, Gordo?" Hutch growled, his own temper starting to get the better of him. "I've never known you to let one of your 'dates' cuff you to the bed!"

Starsky felt his face flush red. He had hoped Hutch hadn't seen that part of the evening. "Look, it's not what you think." He said "It was just a game…that's all."

"A game? What if she had decided to leave you like that? What would you have done then?"

"I guess I would have counted on my partner to show up and uncuff me." Starsky snapped irritably. "But then he might have liked having me in that position too much to help me out!"

"I would have left you cuffed up to teach you a lesson!" Hutch said hotly. "It would have served you right for being so reckless!"

"Then I guess it's a good thing Cher let me loose, isn't it?" Starsky snapped back just as hotly. The two friends glared at one another, both angry and neither of them willing to be the first one to back down. Hutch finally turned and walked out of the room. A moment later, Starsky heard the sound of the front door slamming shut. Angry at himself for fighting with his best friend, Starsky slammed his left fist into the bedroom wall, leaving an indentation in the plaster and scraping his knuckles.

His good mood had evaporated and now he felt nothing but a sense of shame and disgust at what he had allowed to happen the night before. He didn't even know himself why he done the things he had done. It was totally out of his character. While it was true that he was generally uninhibited when it came to sex, he didn't go in for public displays like the one he had put on with Cher at the club or the show she had put on in the car on the way back to his apartment. Sexually aggressive women usually didn't interest him. He preferred to be the aggressor. So what had made last night so out of the ordinary?

For a brief moment, Starsky wondered if someone had slipped him something at the club that made him more susceptible to the entire situation but he quickly dismissed that idea as too far fetched. Why would someone want to do something like that? It wasn't like Cher took any incriminating pictures or enticed him into a compromising position. And he could have said no at any time, couldn't he? Suddenly, he wasn't so sure. He had been pretty well gone and all he could think about was fucking Cher through the mattress. Were the nightmares to blame? Did the erotic dreams featuring him and his very male partner as lovers have him so shook up that he was willing to do almost anything to prove that he was still 'straight' and that he still desired women and not men?

Finding no easy answers to his questions, Starsky decided not to think about it as he went about his normal morning routine.

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Starsky hesitated and then picked up the phone and dialed Hutch's number. After three rings, the big blond's voice said, "Hello?"

"Hey, it's me." Starsky said. He felt back about their argument earlier that day. He knew that he had overreacted. "I just wanted to call and tell ya that I'm sorry about going off on you like that this morning."

"That's okay. I shouldn't have pushed."

"Look, why don't you meet me at the Pits later? I'll bring Cher with me so you can meet her."

"You don't have to do that…"

"I want to." Starsky said firmly. "Besides, you were right. I need to find out a bit more about her myself."

"Okay. How about eight o'clock?"

"Sounds good. I'll see ya then." Starsky said. He smiled as he hung up the phone feeling better now that he and Hutch had smoothed things out. He hated fighting with his best friend. Starsky knew that he was on edge more than usual because of the dreams that still plagued him three or four times a week. It also scared him because he was still hearing the voices in his head on a regular basis. The voice sounded familiar but he couldn't seem to place where he had heard it before. All he knew was that the voice sent chills down his spine and terrified him for some unknown reason.

Starsky spent the rest of the day cleaning his apartment and running some errands. He went to the club around seven pm and found Cher. She agreed to go with him to The Pits to meet Hutch. Starsky didn't notice the pleased smile that crossed her face at his suggestion.

Hutch had already arrived before Starsky and was sitting in their favorite booth. Starsky took Cher by the arm and led her over to the table. Smiling at his friend, he said, "Hutch, this is Cher. Cher, this is my partner, Ken Hutchinson….Hutch."

"Nice to meet you, Hutch." Cher said graciously, sliding into the booth with Starsky beside her.

"Nice to meet you too, Cher. That's a pretty name. Is it short for something?" Hutch asked

"Yeah, my name is actually Charlene." The pretty brunet said with a grin "But Cher sounds better than Charlene, don't you think?"

"So do you just go by your first name? No last name?" Hutch said. He knew he was pushing it but he wanted to see her reaction.

Cher shrugged her shoulders and said coyly, "My last name is Hamilton but just Cher sounds so much better."

"I agree." Starsky said, slipping an arm around her shoulders and hugging her tightly. Hutch sighed. Starsky looked genuinely happy and Hutch didn't want to jeopardize that but every instinct he had was warning him not to trust the pretty brunette.

"Have you been in town long?" Hutch asked, continuing to try and get as much information out of her as he could while he had the chance.

"A few months." Cher said evasively. She smiled faintly, amused at the blond's interrogation. Hutch had ordered them all drinks, so she lifted her beer and took a sip to avoid elaborating on her answer. Starsky and Hutch exchanged a wary glance. They were both aware that she was deliberately avoiding telling them anything too personal about herself.

"Where are you from originally?" Hutch asked, still fishing for information.

"Back east." She said, still being evasive, answering the question as vaguely as possible. Turning to Starsky, she smiled brightly and said, "I'm starving. Can we get something to eat?"

"Sure. How about a pizza?" Starsky suggested

"That sounds great."

"I'll go turn in our order at the bar." Hutch said, his eyes sweeping around the crowded room. "It looks like Diana is busy right now." He shoved himself to his feet and began making his way through the crowd.

Starsky smiled and turned his attention to the woman at his side. "I missed you this morning." He whispered. "Why did you leave before I woke up?"

"I had some errands to run." She said sweetly, dropping one hand under the table to caress his thigh suggestively. "Maybe I can make it up to you later."

"Count on it." Starsky said with a leer. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and smiled at his date self-consciously. "I'll be right back." He slid out of the booth and headed towards the back of the bar where the restrooms were located. Taking advantage of the moment alone at the table, Cher slipped a tiny vial out of her pocket and poured the dark amber liquid into Starsky's beer. She barely had time to conceal the vial back in her pocket before Hutch slid into the booth across from her.

"Where's Starsky?" he asked

"I think he had to go to the little boys room." Cher said with a grin. Hutch chuckled. He was well aware of Starsky's limited bladder control when he'd been drinking. The brunet rejoined them in a few minutes. Hutch watched without comment as Cher nestled up against his partner, nuzzling the side of his neck with her lips. Starsky whispered something in her ear and they both laughed softly. Uncomfortable with their open display of affection, Hutch glanced at the crowd, watching some of the regulars playing pool and dancing.

Noticing that their drinks were getting low, Starsky volunteered to go to the bar for refills. As he disappeared into the crowd, Cher smiled at Hutch and reached out to touch the back of his hand to get his attention.

"I hope we can get to know each other better, Hutch…a lot better."

Hutch looked at her, startled at her choice of words. He felt the heat creeping into his neck as he felt her foot slide up the outside of his leg in a blatant come on. Moving his leg away awkwardly, he said, "What are you suggesting, Cher? You're supposed to be dating my partner."

"Dave and I aren't exactly dating. We're just fucking. There's a difference." The pretty brunet said with a tempting smile.

"I get the feeling Starsky thinks it's more than that." Hutch pointed out

"That's his problem. Not mine." Cher said, she leaned further across the table and planted a deep, lingering kiss on Hutch's mouth. Hutch jerked away, his eyes blazing with anger, unaware that Starsky had seen the kiss on his way back to the table and misunderstood what was happening. Hutch looked up, startled, as Starsky slammed the refilled glasses on top of the table. Blazing sapphire eyes bored into ice blue eyes dangerously. Before Hutch could open his mouth to explain, Starsky exploded.

"What the fuck are you doing, Blondie? Trying to make the moves on my girl the minute my back is turned?"

"Come on Starsky, you don't really believe that, do you?" Hutch said defensively, trying to keep his voice level and calm to defuse the brunet's fiery temper. "It's not what it looks like!"

"Just like it wasn't the way it looked the last time?" Starsky growled in an icy voice. "With Kira?"

Hutch's face paled at the mention of the one woman who had come between them and almost broke up their friendship. It had taken months for them to resolve their differences and for Starsky to start trusting Hutch again.

"Starsk, please…" Hutch said, reaching out for his friend's arm.

Starsky jerked away and turned around, shoving his way across the room towards the back of the bar. Without a second thought, Hutch jumped to his feet and followed his outraged friend. Cher sat in her seat, a pleased smile on her face.

Hutch found Starsky in the men's room, leaning his hands against the wall and breathing heavily, his body visibly shaking with anger. Hutch approached his friend cautiously. He had been on the receiving end of Starsky's temper before and he knew the brunet was just as likely to punch first and listen to reason later.

"Starsky…come on, please…can't we talk this over?"

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, HUTCHINSON!" Starsky growled, keeping his back turned to the big blond.

"Starsky, it's not what it looked like. Honest. She came on to me…"

"LIAR!" Starsky snarled, whirling around to face Hutch, his eyes blazing and his face contorted with rage. He planted both hands against Hutch's chest and shoved him backwards against the sink. Hutch winced as his hip slammed into the countertop. He watched as Starsky suddenly reached down and opened the snap on his jeans. Lowering the zipper, he reached inside and pulled out his flaccid penis, gripping it in his hand. Glaring at Hutch, he said "ADMIT IT, HUTCHINSON! THIS IS WHAT YOU REALLY WANT BUT YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T HAVE IT! SO YOU DECIDED TO GO AFTER MY GIRL INSTEAD!"

Hutch was so surprised by Starsky's actions, he was at a loss for words. He stood there, watching as Starsky stuffed himself back into his jeans and jerked up the zipper. With one final glance at his friend and partner, Starsky turned and stomped out of the bathroom. Hutch mind was reeling. Starsky's outburst was totally out of character for the brunet. What the hell was happening to him?

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When Hutch composed himself enough to leave the bathroom, he found Cher sitting alone at the table. Starsky was nowhere in sight. Stomping over to the booth, he glared at Starsky's date and said, "Where's Starsky?"

"I don't know." She said in a disinterested voice "He took off and left me here without a ride home." She pouted "I don't suppose you could help me out and give me a ride, could you?"

Despite his concern for his obviously disturbed partner, ever the gentleman, Hutch couldn't refuse a lady in distress. "All right. Get your stuff and let's get the hell out of him." His tone was harsher then he intended but he didn't really care. He stalked out of that bar with Cher trotting along behind him. She slid into the front seat of Hutch's car, looking around in distaste at the trash on the floor and in the back seat.

"Jeeze," she said snidely "When was the last time you cleaned this car out?"

"Where do you live?" Hutch asked, ignoring her comment about the condition of his car.

"3297 Lancaster Avenue." She said, settling back into the seat and letting her short skirt slid up her hips, exposing a good portion of her upper thighs.

Hutch turned on the ignition and pulled away from the curb. Thankfully, the address she gave him wasn't far away. He could drop her off in a few minutes and then go looking for his partner to try and sort things out. An icy silence fell between them as Hutch maneuvered his way through the late night traffic.

Glancing at the woman sitting beside him, Hutch finally broke the uncomfortable silence. "Look, I don't know what kind of game you're playing with my partner but I'm warning you right now…if you hurt him then you're going to have to answer to me!"

Cher smiled thinly and twisted around in her seat, causing her skirt to slide up even more, enough for Hutch to notice that she wasn't wearing any underwear. "I told you that Dave and I aren't a couple, we're just fucking. I don't see why you and I couldn't do the same thing."

"I told you, lady, I'm not fucking interested! Starsky already got the wrong idea tonight and I plan to clear things up just as soon as I find him!"

"You could have fooled me," Cher said with a throaty chuckle. She reached out and pressed the palm of her hand against the very noticeable bulge in the front of Hutch's jeans. "Your lips might be saying you don't want me but it looks like your body has other ideas."

Hutch grabbed her wrist and gently but firmly removed her hand from his groin. His rebellious cock was definitely showing an interest. He jerked his car to a stop in front of the rundown apartment building where Cher told him she lived. Glaring at her coldly, he said "Get out…and do us both a favor, stay away from my partner."

The mocking sound of Cher's laughter rang in his ears as Hutch pulled away from the curb, his rear tires squealing sharply. The big blond drove by Starsky's apartment but the Torino wasn't there. To make sure that Starsky hadn't simply parked it out of sight, Hutch used his key to get into the apartment but it was obvious from the heavy silence that hung in the air that Starsky wasn't home. Hutch left and continued searching for his missing partner for the next two hours with no luck. Finally, giving up, he drove by Starsky's apartment once more on his way home but the Torino still wasn't there. As he turned the corner at the end of Starsky's block, he failed to see the Torino turning the opposite corner at the other head of the street.

Starsky failed to see Hutch too as he pulled up in front of his apartment. He had been driving around aimlessly since leaving the Pits and he'd had time to cool down. Now his head was throbbing with a migraine and he felt nauseated. He was also exhausted and ready for some sleep. He knew he would have to apologize to Hutch tomorrow for his outrageous behavior earlier. He didn't know why he had behaved that way and it scared the hell out of him.

Entering his dark apartment, he made his way to his bedroom without bothering to turn on any lights. He threw himself down across the bed, still fully clothed, and fell into a deep sleep almost immediately. He was sleeping so soundly that he never heard the five shadowy figures that slipped into his apartment a short time later. A voice in his ear awakened him, crooning in a seductive tone, "You belong to me…you will