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The Devil You Know	By : SisterWine Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 3165 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Law & Order, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Devil You Know
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Alternate Scene
- 14-Alternate Ending 2
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"So, what are you doing in Manhattan? How did you get here?" Making their way back outside after their meal, Elliot stopped to check his watch.
Erik smirked and pointed to a dark gray BMW, across the street. "I do have a driver's lisence and have been driving for years. A friend of mine is out of town so, I'm watching his place. I just came here to get away for awhile. I should collect the mail and water the plants." He was flattered that Elliot was interested in spending the day with him but he wondered why. Why would the married Detective Stabler hunt him down, just to sit with him on a park bench and then accept lunch? "Was there something you wanted to see me about, Detective?"
Elliot sighed and shrugged. "Maybe we should go somewhere a little more private and talk." The suggestion in itself had made Erik more nervous but Elliot had won the small staring contest and let Erik lead the way to his friend's apartment.
They walked two blocks and turned left into a nondescript building, taking the lift to the seventh floor and then taking a right, they stopped at a door with the marking of 73C on it. They indulged in small talk until they were inside the loft, pausing briefly for Erik to retrieve the mail from the small rectangular postbox, just inside the entrance. "So, we're here. What's so important?" A small, thin table sat beside the doorway, against the wall. He placed the few letters in a neat pile, next to the neat pile of junk mail.
A small entryway opened up into a large living room, void of clutter, save for a teal 1960s-esque decor sofa with two matched reading chairs with rounded backs. A large entertainment centre adorned the far right wall, complete with a large flat screen television, dvd player and a very expensive sound system. To the left of the entryway was the kitchenette sitting in the middle of the room while the bedroom was carefully concealed around back. Large windows lined the wall in front of them, giving a panoramic view of Hudson.
Elliot stood in the livingroom and turned around to look back at Erik, as he stood next to the small table with the mail on it. "I uh," he paused and turned to wave a hand at the sofa. "Why don't we have a seat?" Making his way over to the firm sofa and sitting down, he waited for Erik to join him. "I've been thinking about this for awhile now and didn't want to add to your stress. That day, I came over to apologise to you and check on you, you fell asleep, from your medication. You were pretty out of it so, I don't expect you to remember all that much."
Erik's calm demeanour was postponed by a small twinge of confusion before changing again to recollection. "I remember." He swallowed and nervously wet his lip with the tip of his tongue.
"Well, while you were asleep, I kept an eye on you. I um.... you started talking in your sleep." Elliot looked up from staring at his jeans, to see Erik's calm expression remain unchanged. "It was probably the medication talking but, you said some things that......" he sighed and thought of how to phrase the rest of the sentence. He couldn't tell if Erik was embarassed or not as the young man hadn't shown any form of expression, other than recognition.
"I can tell by your lack of wording that you weren't expecting me to say whatever I said. Correct?" Erik was tired of waiting and wanted to get the obviously painful admission over with as quickly as possible. "What did I say, exactly?" Shifting and facing Elliot, he noted the detective's unease but waited for the answer. He unzipped his jacket and folded his hands in his lap.
Elliot cleared his throat and shifted uneasily, again. "You said that you loved me and wanted to have sex with me."
Erik remained still and quiet and only stared back at him, waiting to see if there was more. He blinked and tried to read Elliot's expression as the detective shifted again. He was patient as their eyes met. He could tell Elliot wasn't sure what to think or how to examine it. Erik waited for the inevitable disgust or anger he might have felt but nothing came. Turning to look out the window a moment, he thought of the words to say. "Does that scare you?"
"Should it?" Elliot shrugged.
"It must if you've been waiting for something to happen to that effect. If it bothered you too much, the night in my hotel room wouldn't have gone as it did. Instead of you staying the night, with me, you would have left abruptly, after we kissed." Erik paused again, giving Elliot a moment to let it sink in what he was saying. "It's has to be mutual, for a relationship to work. You know that. And, you still pursued me, stayed with me or held me in my time of need. If I, at any time, repulsed you, I think I'm big enough to be able to handle the rejection."
Nodding, Elliot cleared his throat and sat back. "People are more honest in their dreams than when they're awake."
"People are more able to control their actions, when awake, than asleep. So far, we've only shared a kiss. If you didn't like it, you were more than able to let me know to refrain from imposing myself on you as well as removing yourself from the possibility of recurrence. Yet, here you are. Are you saying it doesn't bother you?" Another pause. They sat facing each other with a cushion's width between them. Erik hadn't wanted to crowd Elliot. "Or, are you saying you are curious about my statement, Elliot?"
Elliot swallowed and stood up, leaving Erik to sit silently and watch him move to stand in the middle of the shag rug. He sighed and placed a hand over his mouth, in thought. When he lowered it and turned around again, he was met with Erik's awaiting stare. "I try to be a good Catholic. I may not agree with some things people do in their lives but, it's not for me to judge them. Being a cop, putting bad guys in jail is just a job. Part of me chalked those actions and thoughts up to stress and possibly fragile emotions. It happens."
Erik nodded. "Do I make you uncomfortable, Elliot?"
"Is that how you feel about me? Was what you said, in your sleep the real emotion, or are you just saying it to see what I'd do or say?"
Erik's court tone came back to him and he stood up to rephrase his question. "Let me rephrase, Detective Stabler. Does my being homosexual and assertion make you feel uncomfortable?"
Elliot turned around, recognising the lawyer's tone. "No. It doesn't bother me, Counselour."
"Good. I'd like to think there is a possibility for a friendship."
"Is this how all of your relationships start?"
Relaxing his position and sighing, Erik nodded, tiredly. "Pretty much." He was beginning to feel the painful strain of scrutiny.
Elliot crossed his arms and slipped into his interrogation demeanour. "You still haven't answered my question, Erik."
Erik stared at the floor for a long moment before looking back up at Elliot. "And if I say 'yes'? Does it change anything between us?" His outer expression was calm and monotone but, inside he was shaking. Already, he could see the silent war behind Elliot's eyes. "Yes, it is." A warmth came over him, along with a feeling of shame as well as relief of getting his feelings out, into the open.
Both were still for a long while, taking in what the other had said.
Erik stood and walked to the kitchen to retrieve a few bottles of beer, from the refrigerator, before making his way back to the sofa and sitting down. Handing one to Elliot, he opened the other and took a sip before setting the bottle on the floor.
Elliot opened his beer and took a long drink. Sighing after swallowing, he joined Erik on the sofa and took another drink, nearly finishing the bottle. He held the cap in his free hand and played with it. "How's it going with your brother?" Elliot took another long drink of his beer as he sat back.
Shrugging, Erik shook his head. "Alex is.... Alex. Treats me like I'm five, all over again. The brownstone sold, so I'm stuck. Alex doesn't trust me with his friends, or his kids, and I can't be alone, if I have a friend of mine over. Pop's not as uptight but, doesn't want to believe I'm gay, either. At least I don't have to sleep on the sofa." He took another sip, this time a longer one than before. As he held the bottle in his hand, he stared at the neck; its curvature and smoothness.
"Maybe, it's better this way. You needed to get a fresh start. A few bad memories, in that house, lately."
Erik took a deep breath and nodded. "Yea, but a lot of good ones, too. I had hoped Jake wasn't like what he turned out to be. But, he was. My brother gives me grief about being so reckless."
Finishing his beer, Elliot cleared his throat and listened to what Erik was saying. "Do you still have feelings for him?"
Erik flinched at the question and turned his head away. "He had some good points. Before my diagnosis, we were a couple, you know? Great sex, laughing and joking, he'd make supper a few nights, I'd take him out here and there. Romantic stuff. I took care of him."
"And, he abandoned you."
Standing and avoiding the rest of the topic, Erik held out his hand for Elliot's empty bottle. "Another one?" He paused as their fingers touched as Elliot handed him the bottle. Pulling away and turning to walk back to the kitchen, Erik held his breath in. He wanted to kiss Elliot, again. He wanted to undress the detective and cover him with his mouth. He swallowed as he reached the tall, stainless steel rubbish can, at the end of the countre and lifted the lid to drop the bottle in. His groin tightened as he became aroused. Erik's mind wandered back to being in bed with Jake, being on top of him and making love to the older man as their mouths entwined. Releasing the lid and making his way over back over to the refrigerator, he removed two more beers and turned back to see Elliot watching him, from the sofa. "Something wrong?" Erik noticed the far away look of the detective and wondered why he was being stared at, in such a manner.
Elliot's breath caught and he shook his head, embarrassed. "No. No, I'm fine."
Making his way back over to the sofa, Erik raised an eyebrow. "What's the matter?"
Elliot sighed and wiped a hand over his mouth, shaking his head. "Just uh, just thinking." He accepted the second bottle of beer and twisted off the cap before swallowing a mouthful of the beverage.
"Elliot, I'd like to think that a friendship is where two people share what they're thinking and feeling." Erik set the second, unopened bottle down, on the floor, in front of the sofa, and knelt down in front of Elliot. "How can I help you, detective? Is there something you need from me?" He paused and placed a careful hand on Elliot's left thigh. "Is there something I can do for you?" He watched as Elliot picked up the bottle, again, and took another good swallow before setting it back down and staring down at Erik, unsure of what to say or how to say it.
Staring at Erik's hand on his thigh, Elliot shifted, uncomfortably, in his seat. His heart thumped in his chest as Erik moved his hand up Elliot's thigh, to rest on the bend of his leg. He was silent, thinking of where this was headed and what Erik would do next.
The tip of Erik's tongue wet his lip as he paid close attention to what his touch was doing to the man on the sofa. "You had the same expression, in the hotel room, when you refused to let me go. You looked scared when I told you it was okay and you could go." Easing his hand towards Elliot's zipper, his breath caught as Elliot held him by the wrist, stopping him from proceeding. Their eyes met in silent conversation of what to do next. Inhaling, Erik brought the hand that held his wrist, to his mouth and shifted to gently suck on Elliot's index finger. Knowing the detective was watching him, he began careful massagings with his tongue, showing Elliot his intentions. His ears heard a soft, quick moan as Detective Stabler watched him. His other hand slid casually up Elliot's right leg and lightly gripped Elliot's right hip. He stopped his ministrations and stared up at Elliot. "Is that what you need, Elliot?" His voice a whisper.
Inhaling and releasing his hand, he reached for the bottle again but this time, took several large gulps before placing the empty bottle down on the coaster. Taking another deep breath, Elliot leaned forward and held Erik's head in his hands as their lips collided in a deep kiss. As they parted, their eyes met and he whispered, "I think this is what you need, Erik."
Letting his hand move to feel the firm appendage behind Elliot's zipper, Erik met his eyes, again, his breathing becoming slowly laboured. "Or, both of us." Erik swallowed. "May I make love to you, Elliot?" His heart beat faster as the silence between them stifled the air. When answer came back, Erik felt his arousal stiffen. He had waited for this moment for so long that he wanted their pairing to be perfect and romantic. In the back of his mind, he heard the same destructive voice that kept him from pursuing his first crush; he pushed it away and smiled as he reached up to kiss the man again. "There's a box of condoms and a bottle of KY, in the bathroom." Taking Elliot's hand as they stood up, he lead the detective down the hall, to a second bedroom, and excused himself to retrieve the items. When he returned, he found the bed void of his prospective partner and his breath caught, feeling that he might have scared Elliot away by his assertiveness. Erik's heart sank.
A hand touched his arm, from behind him, in the hallway. Erik turned and embraced him, kissing him and pulling him closer.
Elliot stood there. He had excused himself to use the restroom and splash some water on his face. Nudging Erik into the room, Elliot was guided to the side of the bed, where Erik began removing Elliot's clothes. First his shirt was unbuttoned and slipped off to be draped over the back of a spare dining chair, that had been placed in the corner of the room, next to the window. His jeans were next, carefully unbuttoned and unzipped as Erik sank to his knees to lower the jeans and boxers, taking great care in placing the condom and jelly over the long, thick erection.
When Erik stood again, he softly asked for Elliot to lie down on the bed while he removed his own clothing. He watched as Elliot kicked his shoes off and then stepped out of the pooled clothing at his ankles and did as he was instructed. He smirked as Elliot watched him strip before climbing up, onto the bed to straddle Elliot's hips and pause. "I'm not usually the one to accept, in this, but we'll go slow." His heart fluttered as Elliot nodded and placed his hands on Erik's hips. A pained gasp as Erik gingerly readied himself for the intrusion and moaned, softly, as he placed the tip at his tight entrance, carefully easing it inside. The ring was still tender from Jake's rough intrusion but Erik forced himself to relax and focus on the cool glob of jelly on the crown. Feeling himself widening, he gasped in surprise as Elliot's grip pressed into his pale skin and his hip raised up to help pushed himself in.
Seeing Erik's eyes squeeze shut, Elliot could feel the tightness around him as he took painfully slow moves to completely envelop the head of his manhood. They paused as Erik's body relaxed around the length. He almost came as Erik started to slide further down the erection.
Erik gasped and panted as he leaned over, capturing Elliot's mouth again, forcing Elliot deeper inside him. A sharp inhale and gentle movement sent tingles of both pleasure and pain to Erik but he didn't want to stop as he revelled in knowing it was Elliot who was inside him. A sigh and a smile as he had relaxed enough to move a little faster. He continued at a relatively slow pace and only winced a few times as he forced himself further down. Erik let his hands hold Elliot's face as their tongues sparred. He felt Elliot's calm care and tenderness as Elliot gripped Erik's hips, letting the younger man rock back and forth until he could feel the detective's muscles tighten.
Moving a hand to Erik's silky chestnut hair, Elliot grabbed a fistful as he tensed and came. The movement continued as Elliot came several more times, causing Erik to moan in pleasure before letting Elliot slip out of him. Elliot could feel his heart beat pounding in his chest as Erik moved to lie beside him, a cool hand on Elliot chest. With Erik's head on his left shoulder, Elliot stared at the smooth ceiling and listened to the younger man pant and coo.
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