"...There's Fire" by RareVintage                  01/15/99
 

This story is the second half of a two parter. For Disclaimers and Warnings go to "Where there's
Smoke", the first first half.  I had a hell of a time writing the second half, I hope you enjoy it!

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 Schanke couldn't believe it, he just couldn't believe it!  Here I am  in Nataile Lambert's apartment,
he thought, I am sitting  on her bed, and she wants me. She actually WANTS Donald G. Schanke!
"Uh...Nat..not that I don't think you great, but..." Schanke began to stammer and excuse.

"But what Don?"  Nat asked sweetly while unbuttoning the top button on his shirt.

"It's just..well..I feel we had way to much to drink...and we are both going through a rough patch,
Ya know..." He took firm hold of Nat's  roaming hands.  "...and I don't think this is a good idea."
 

 Nat stopped her attack to look at Schanke.  She was beginning to get a little dizzy. "....Don..." .

Schanke noticed Nat was changing colors. "Oh boy Nat..you don't look so good."
 
"Don...I...I..."
 
 
     *PLOP*

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Two weeks later....
 

 Nat sat at her desk and tried to focus on her paperwork., but it was no use.  It had been two
weeks since that dreadful night in her apartment. "What the hell were you thinking..." Nat started to
say to herself out load for the hundredth time.  "Now...because how you behaved, You can't face
Schanke, and You are acting weird around Nick!"

But just before Nat began to really cut into herself she felt someone's eyes on her.  Nat quickly
turned around to see Nick leaning against the wall with his hands stuffed into his pockets. "...Uh..Hi
Nat."

 Nat jumped up, "Nick...what are you doing here?"  Nick slowly strolled into the examining room. "
I'm here for the Turner case file."

 Nick was dressed in head to toe black, with the exception of  a royal blue silk shirt peeking out
from under his leather pea coat. Nat's breath sped up slightly at the full sight of him. Damn, he is so
cute when his hair is messy. Nat thought to herself.  "I can't stay long Nat..I'm meeting..well..I have
to go heck out a lead."  Nat was starting to recall why she had been frustrated with Nick lately. Why
couldn't he just come right out and say he was going to The Raven...again! "Ya got a hot date or
something..." Nat mumbled, with a bit of annoyance to her voice.

 "What?!"  Nick's mouth dropped. Nat pushed out her anger. Now, she thought.  Now, I will finally
let him know what I'm feeling. "So...Nick, how many glasses..oh wait..BOTTLES of  hemoglobin
are you planning on swigging down tonight?!"

  Nick took an uncertain step towards her. "Nat...what are you..."  he  began to ask when  Nat
shrilled at him. "Let me finish...Knight!"  Nat was furious, she pictured him in a bloody embrace with
Janette in her mind's eye.  She quickly tried to shake the vision away, holding in  the tears that were
welling within her. "What is the point of all our work, if you keep going to see.." She stopped herself.
No! She thought, I will not make this about Janette.

"Why do we even bother with all this, if you won't stop chugging down plasma!"

 "Nat, I haven't fed at all tonight."  Nick began to explain, and then tried to justify his nightly visits to
The Raven. "So, what is the big deal if  I go to The Raven later?" Nat was about to answer when
Schanke walked into the office.  Nick swung around towards him, "I said I'd be right out Schank."

 "You were taking too long..Hi Ya Nat."

 "Oh Hi there Don...uh..Schanke."  Nat quickly corrected herself.  Schanke was a little hurt that she
had gone back to the formality, but he understood the reason why. "So Nick Ya get the file or
what?" he asked impatiently.

  Nick glared back at Nat, who was already fishing through her through her desk. "Here." Nat flatly
said handing Nick a thin yellow folder. "Thanks" Nick returned her flatness.

  Nick was halfway out the door when he noticed Schanke wasn't  moving. "Are you coming?"
Schanke didn't bother looking at his partner. "In a minute, I have to...use the john." Schanke quickly
fibbed. Nick nodded. "I'll be in the Caddie." and with that Nick stormed out..

 Schanke timidly walked around a slab. " I'm clocking out early tonight, I want to talk to you."   Nat
gestured towards the stack of files on top of her desk. "Oh..really..about what...case?" Nat asked
pretending she didn't know what Schanke was there for.  Schanke drew in a deep breath, "Not a
case...about that night...in your apartment..when we....got drunk..and you passed out."

 " I know..I remember...." Nat slowly walked towards the other side the slab.

 
 "Listen..Schank...I am really sorry about...well..all of it.." Nat began to choke on her words. " I
guess I was lonely...and very, VERY angry.. with Nick."

" Oh no...Nat, please don't...It was my fault... I should have left sooner." Schanke interrupted. "Can I come back later..so we can..ya know talk."

  Nat smiled, "Sure...we'll talk." Schanke returned her smile and quickly shuffled out the door.
 

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     Later......
 

 Nat was shutting down her computer when there was a soft knocking at the door.  "Yes?" Nat asked. "..Nat..it's me..Schanke." A voice said from behind the door.  Nat let out a small sigh, she had almost forgotten that Schanke was coming back to see her.

"Come on in." She answered while opening the door.

 "You got any coffee?" Schanke asked.  Nat noticed his lips had a purplish hue to them. "Look at you, you must be freezing." Schanke nodded. "I am a little cold."  he answered, rubbing his hands together.  "A little?" Nat repeated with a chuckle. "Don, your lips are blue!" Schanke stopped warming himself and headed  towards Nat's coffee machine. "Back to Don..geez..Nat, I wish you would make up your mind."   Nat didn't answer that.  She stood quietly and watched the steam rise from the pot.  Her mind wandered back to that night, the smoke from the cigarettes, the strong mix of Old Spice and red wine.....the warmth....the comfort....

 "Is this decaf?"

 "huh...what?"

 "The coffee, is it decaf? Schanke asked again.

 "Oh, no I don't think so. Grace made that pot."  Nat sank into her chair,  suddenly feeling light headed. "Nat are feeling all right?" Schanke pushed some of  Nat files to the side and planted himself on her desk.  "Yeah, I'm fine." Nat let out a tiny sigh. She looked up at Schanke, who had his face buried in his cup.  I'm glad you came back. We need to settle what happened...and what didn't."

  Schanke put down the mug, in order to give Nat his full attention.  Nat leaned in towards him and brought her voice to a whisper. "We can't tell anyone what happened..." she began to say, when she noticed the confused look on Schanke's face. "What is it? she asked. Schanke quickly wiped the
frown from his face.  "Nat, nothin' happened"  Schanke said half trying to convince him self as well as her.  "Right...nothing" Nat nodded.

 "So....."

 "So....."

 "Well..."

 "Well...."

 Nat stood up, "Well...I'm glad we talked."
 
 Schanke stood up, "Yeah, me too."

 Schanke shoved his hands into his pockets. "Well...I guess...I'd better be going. I'll be seeing..." Before Schanke could finish his sentence, Nat grabbed him by his trench coat. "Don't go!" Nat blurted out.

 "What's wrong?!" Schanke shrieked with a scare. Nat pushed Schanke back onto the desk. She was overwhelmed with a strong sense of rage and longing.

 Schanke cried out in pain, " What the hell...."  Without warning, Nat planted a sloppy kiss on Schanke's  coffee seasoned lips. After a few seconds Nat came up for air. "Nothing happened that night huh?" Nat panted. " Then why am I doing this?  Why do I need you?" Schanke's plump body quivered in Nat's arms. "Nat, please, you don't know what you are doing!" Schanke gasped in protest, trying to ignore his the burning sensation in his groin. Nat grabbed him again and kissing down his neck, "Don...forgive me." Nat whispered into his frozen ear.

  "I'm sorry too..." Schanke sighed, allowing Nat access to his belt.
 
 She removed his pants and boxers with a few swift gestures.

"What are we doing..."  Schanke questioned, but soon dismissed as Nat's slid her tongue across his thigh, teasing his twitching cock with her warm breath. Nat couldn't believe how hard and thick Schanke was,  and how good he smelled. Nat groaned as she reveled in the scent, Old Spice
and cigarettes. Nat ran her hands up his weak legs, letting her nails scratch on their way up. Schanke gave up the fight as Nat grasped his engorged member.  She gently licked the tip, encouraging him to moan. " Don, say my name."

 "Nataile" Schanke sighed. "Again!" Nat demanded. "NATAILE!" he screamed, bracing himself against the desk. "Do you want me?" Nat asked devilishly. Schanke had no idea what had come over them, but he wanted to be taken. He wanted to be fucked.

 "Yes! I want you..." Schanke yielded, spreading his husky legs apart.

 "Tell me Don, tell me what you want." Nat growled, as she fondled his balls.

 "Please Nataile, take me into your mouth." Schanke begged. Nat grinned, while he placed his hand behind her head. Nat quickly wrapped her mouth around his throbbing member. Schanke let out a yelp when he felt how soft her tongue was. He squirmed and wiggled, reacting to her every suck,
every lick. Nat nearly swallowed him, her head maintaining a slow and satisfying rhythm. Schanke watched in complete ecstasy as Nat's chestnut curls bobbed up and down. The pressure began to build, and Nat somehow sensed that Schanke was going to come.   Schanke screamed over and over again "Man oh man oh man oh man oh man!"  The force of his climax sends electric shocks through his body. "MAN OH MAN OHHHH!" Schanke shot into Nat's mouth, and to his surprise she took it all. She drank him up.

  "Oh my gawd....Nataile". Nat's head popped up from between his legs. "Get on the slab Don" Nat ordered. "Uh..Nat.I don't think I can..ya know..so soon.." the flushed detective began to stammer.

  "That wasn't a request. Get on the slab." Nat repeated. Her excitement was changing form. Her arousal slowly turned to anger. Nick is probably fucking Janette right now, she thought while
removing her lab coat. She turned back to Schanke and watched him hoist himself up on the slab. He looked anxious, and his dick wasn't showing any signs of  arousal. Until Nat climbed up on top of him, yanking her skirt up. She pushed her sex against his, teasing  him to harden. "You're  not wearing underwear!" Schanke exclaimed.

  Nat giggled, " I rarely do Don."  Schanke joined in the giggling, and Nat felt him stiffen against her thigh. "Ah..it  feels like someone ready for another round."  Nat balanced herself up in the air and then impaled herself onto him. Nat grunted in pleasure.  "Geez, you're tight." Schanke moaned with eyes closed.

  It's been awhile Don....now shut up." She commanded. Schanke usually wanted to be on top, in control, but not now.  He wanted to be told what to do. He wanted  Nat to ride him hard.  Nat ripped his shirt open, and began to place feather light kisses on his chest. "Yessssss...."  Nat hissed as she thrust on him. She began to pick up speed. Schanke  was on fire, never had he felt such pleasure.  Schanke couldn't help but grab Nat's heaving breasts.  "Oh!" Nat shrieked.  He squeezed them, he rubbed them, while focusing on Nat's heavenly pace.   "Don't stop!" Nat began to shout.  Schanke removed his hands and placed them on her lower back, bracing her for their joined climax.   Nat squealed, "I'm coming!"

 Gasping, and Screaming they orgasm in complete unison. Pushing on every nerve ending.  Moaning and panting, slamming their sweat covered bodies together.

  Regaining themselves, they laid on the slab clutching each other.
 

 "Oh..Don..." Nat sighed as she composed herself. "What have I done?"  Nat began to sob, I'm a slut, Nat thought to herself.   Schanke sighed deeply as a single tear fell down his ruby red cheek. "It's what we have done Nat."
 
 "You should go, Myra is waiting." Nat cried softly as she slid off his body.

 "Oh my gawd..Myra!" Schanke brought his hand to his mouth and sat up.  Schanke hopped off the slab and began to dress, "Oh no, oh no..." Schanke joined Nataile in her weeping. "I'm scum...I'm worse than scum..."

  "Don, calm down."  Nat tried to talk to him. "It's both our faults, we were...confused...", but it was
no use. Nat wiped her eyes and pull down her skirt. "We can't tell Nick, or Myra."
 
 

*KNOCK KNOCK*

 

 Both Schanke and Nat jumped at the sound., but Nat was able to push her fear down. "Who is..." But before she could ask Nick burst into the office. " I knew it! "  Nick yelled at the top of his lungs. Schanke quickly threw his trenchcoat around himself., concealing his spotted pants.

  "Knew what?" Schanke tried to sound as cool as he could. Nick glared at Schanke, and then moved his eyes to Nat. "How could you?"

 Nat took a step forward, "Nick..we are so sorry. It just happened."

 Schanke nodded, "She's right, we couldn't help ourselves."

 Nick took a deep breath and sighed. "It's OK Schank...I understand."

 "You do?" Schanke asked totally floored. "Yeah, but smoking is such a dangerous and disgusting habit. Nat you're a doctor, why would you even look at a cigarette?" Nat's mouth fell open, "Uh..like Don..uh..I mean Schanke says, we couldn't help ourselves."  Nick shrugged, "I can relate to
that, but open a window, it's kind of gamy in here." Nat nodded, "OK"

Nick put his arm around Schanke. "Give you a ride?"

"What?!" Schanke gasped

"Give you a ride home? Boy, you are jumpy."

"Oh, yeah, sure. Thanks." Schanke  flashed Nat a timid smile "I'll be seeing you." Nat returned the smile. "See Ya" The partners  began to head out when Nat called out to Schanke, "No more smoking..right?" She hoped he would get her meaning. Schanke frowned slightly, "Agreed." Nat watched as mortal and the vampire braced themselves for the cold.

  After they had gone, Nat opened her top desk drawer and pulled out her cigarettes, then tossed them into the trash. "No more."
 

THE END