VIRUS
Starsky is infected with a mysterious unidentified virus. Can the doctors find a way to save him or is it already too late? Major angst ahead.
A/N: Due to some RL issues, chapters to this story may not be posted as frequently as usual and I apologize for that.
Beta read by Megan
Chapter 1
David Starsky moaned in pleasure as he felt the soft warm lips brush against his right nipple, suckling gently. He forced his eyes open and looked down at the bent head of the woman nuzzling at his chest. A sharp hiss escaped his lips as she nipped lightly at the tight little nub of flesh and then soothed the sting with her tongue. Even after a long night of making love, his body automatically responded to her ingenious wakeup call.
Wrapping his fingers in her long chestnut colored hair, he pulled her head up so he could capture her lips in a passionate, demanding kiss. Effortlessly, he rolled her over onto her back and covered her naked body with his own, his groin thrusting against hers as he sought to relieve the sudden ache deep within his center. With a deep, satisfied groan, he felt himself sink into her warm, welcoming body.
Starsky was a considerate and passionate lover, always putting his partner's pleasure before his own. With a talent honed from years of practice, he used his tongue, his mouth, his hands, and his body to give the woman beneath him as much pleasure as he could, not stopping until she was drained and exhausted from multiple orgasms. Only then did he seek his own pleasure, coming with groan that sounded deep in his chest as his body stiffened and then slowly relaxed as he emptied the last of his seed into his partner. Rolling to one side, he gently pulled the woman into his arms with a crooked smile and kissed her gently. "Good morning." He whispered with a soft chuckle.
"Good morning," the woman whispered back with a giggle. Her dark brown eyes sparkled with pleasure as she looked into his ruggedly handsome face and deep sapphire blue eyes. David Starsky was by far the best lover she had ever had and she had enjoyed every minute of their time together immensely. Besides being a talented lover, he was also kind, romantic, and funny with just a hint of danger that made him even more intriguing.
"I have to get ready for work." Starsky said in a regret filled voice, reluctant to leave the comfort of his bed. But duty called and his partner, Ken Hutchinson, would be here soon to pick him up for work.
"Go on and get ready. I'll make breakfast while you shower and get dressed." She suggested sweetly.
Starsky grinned as he tossed aside the light sheet that they had slept under and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He shoved himself to his feet and swaggered into the adjoining bathroom to start his morning routine. He had met his newest flame two weeks ago at his usual hangout, a bar and grill called The Pits. Her name was Gretchen Walker, she was a freelancer researcher who had recently moved to Bay City from Seattle. She was beautiful and intelligent with a wicked sense of humor. Outgoing and affectionate in public, she turned into a wildcat in bed, his image of the ideal woman.
After a quick shower and shave, Starsky brushed his teeth and returned to his bedroom to dress. He quickly pulled on his usual attire, a pair of faded blue jeans so tight that every asset was shamelessly displayed, a light blue tee shirt and his favorite pair of shoes, his blue and white Adidas. Running his fingers through his thick curly hair, he walked into the kitchen where he found Gretchen putting the final touches on breakfast.
The aroma of bacon and pancakes filled the air, making his mouth water.
He slipped his arms around Gretchen's slender waist from behind and leaned forward to nuzzle the side of her neck affectionately. She was dressed in one of his long sleeved button down shirts, filling it out in an especially enticing way. Impulsively, he ran his hand up under the hem of the shirt to caress a bare hip, earning himself a playful swat on the arm.
"We don't have time." Gretchen warned him playfully "Ken will be here any minute."
Right on queue, there was a light tap on the front door and then it swung open to admit Starsky's partner, Detective Kenneth Hutchinson, known as Hutch to his friends. Hutch was as fair as his partner was dark. Just over six feet tall, he had the same lithe, muscular build. That was where the resemblance ended. His eyes were a light blue and his hair a golden blond that complimented his fair Nordic coloring. Although both men weighted the same despite the two inch difference in their heights, Starsky was more stocky and compact while Hutch had the long lean frame of a natural athlete.
Hutch was also a more conservative dresser than his partner. He was dressed in sharply pressed brown slacks, a tan turtleneck and a tan leather jacket. He could easily have graced the cover of GQ magazine, unless you happened to glance underneath the leather jacket and noticed the heavy magnum nestled in the concealed holster beneath his left arm.
Starsky and Hutch weren't just undercover detectives working one of the roughest beats in Bay City, they were also best friends and closer than brothers. Their unique bond was one of the things that made them so good at what they did. They had the uncanny ability to communicate with just a glance or a gesture, carrying on an entire conversation between themselves without saying a word. It was a habit that drove their commanding officer crazy when they did it in his office.
"Morning, partner." Hutch said with a brilliant smile that lit up the room. He winked at Gretchen, his eyes sweeping over her attire with an amused glance. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"We were just getting ready to eat breakfast. Help yourself. I made plenty." Gretchen said graciously.
Hutch had been with Starsky when he met Gretchen at The Pits. The two men often competed with each other when it came to the attention of a beautiful woman but when Gretchen had made it clear that she was interested in Starsky, Hutch had stepped aside. Neither he nor Starsky were looking for a long term relationship at the moment, they were enjoying being young, single and good looking in a city where women were easy to find and casual sex was an easy commodity to come by. Unlike some of their peers, the two friends weren't players; they were true gentlemen in every sense of the word even with their occasional one night stands.
After a quick breakfast, Starsky gave Gretchen a quick kiss good-bye, reminding her to lock up when she left, and followed Hutch outside to start their day. They climbed down the steps from Starsky's upstairs apartment to where Hutch's car, a battered tan LTD that had seen better days, was parked at the curb, directly behind Starsky's vehicle. Starsky's car reflected his personality perfectly. It was a Ford Gran Torino with a distinctive paint job. A brilliant candy apple red, it had a foot wide white racing stripe, edged in black, that ran across the roof in front of the rear window, down each side and then forward, tapering to a point at the hood.
Since it was Hutch's turn to drive, Starsky reluctantly slid into the passenger's side of the LTD. He tossed some empty sandwich wrappers into the back seat and gave the door a jerk to pull it shut. As Hutch slid beneath the wheel and turned on the engine, Starsky reached beneath the dashboard and grabbed the mike to the police issued radio and pressed the transmit button.
"Zebra Three to Central." He said "Log us on the streets and rolling at eight hundred hours."
"Roger, Zebra three." The dispatcher's voice came back over the air. "Have a good day, Starsky and you two be careful out there."
"We're always careful, schweetheart," Starsky said with his best Bogart impression. He grinned as he hung the mike back on the hidden bracket and leaned back in his seat. He was still a bit tired from the night before but a few cups of coffee would perk him up. Although he appeared to be sitting casually in his seat, his eyes were constantly on the alert, surveying his surroundings for any signs of danger or trouble as Hutch drove towards police headquarters. Little did he or Hutch realize that events were about to unfold that would change both of their lives forever.