Time: Thursday, Oct. 31, midday.
In the apartment near the campus at Berkeley, one police detective is already ready for work in a couple hours, while his anthropologist lover has only just finished showering, intending to go do some research at the university this afternoon...
"Mmmmm, Chief, you look good enough to eat..." Jim leers at his partner as he exits the shower.
Blair, to his surprise, catches himself blushing, as he bends over to shake the water from his hair into the towel he's wrapping around the long curly locks. He's glad Jim can't see his face from this angle...
Jim's eyes rake over his lover's compact but muscular form, lingering on his sweet, firm ass. "Mmmmm, mine, all mine... say, can I do that?" Jim takes the towel from him without asking, and begins to rub Blair's head gently with it.
Melting inside when he hears Jim say "Mine", Blair grins and happily enjoys Jim's welcome attentions. "Jim, I am yours.. all yours. Thank you, man...."
As Jim towels Blair's hair dry, he subtly pulls his lover back against his body. "Just the way I like you, too... mmm." He indulges in a little massage of the head in his hands, rubbing gently at Blair's scalp, temples. Then he discards the towel, to continue his massage with his fingertips.
Blair's reduced to helpless happy warm noises. "Mmmmm, ohhhhh, ahhhhh...."
"Like that, baby?" Jim grins, enjoying making Blair-mush. He reaches behind them for the bottle of Blair's leave-in conditioner. "Mind if I continue?"
Blair groans, "Ohhh, yeah, man... please do!!"
Jim squirts out a dollop of the conditioner on his hands, holding them out in front of Blair, then replaces the bottle and rubs the conditioner in his hands to spread it around. "Love doing this, mine," Jim sighs as he puts his large hands back on Blair's head and starts to work in the lotion.
Leaning back a bit into Jim's hands on his scalp, running through his hair... Blair is very boneless right now... humming a happy mantra. "Mmmmm.... ohhh yeahhhhh...."
The Sentinel can feel every bump, contour, follicle on his lover's head, and he indulges in just mapping his lover a little, massaging scalp and hair at the same time. "I rather like this myself. Of course, if you were doing this to me, we'd be done long before this..."
Blair chuckles. "Yeah... hey, Jim... would you ever consider growing your hair long?" He grins at the idea.
"What hair?" Jim smirks. He'd tried letting it grow out a few times, but he always seemed to go back to "just longer than military" short. "Maybe I should get a wig? Would ruin my image, though..."
Blair can't help himself... he starts to giggle.
"I got it," Jim announces over his partner's laughter, "An afro - the Mod Squad returns. I'll be Linc."
Blair's chuckle erupts into gales of laughter at the idea and he bends over to hold his sides as he howls.
As his partner doubles over, Jim takes the opportunity presented to move his hands down to Blair's hips, caressing his sides as he does so. "Never mind the Mod Squad, I could go for being 'linked' to you, baby..." Jim fits his groin up against Blair's ass as he speaks, suggestively.
Blair's laughter winds down and he growls a little, aroused by Jim's actions. He pushes his ass against his partner's groin, loving how it feels there...
"Mmm, I think you have the same idea I do, eh?" Jim slowly caresses the sides of Blair's thighs and hips, rocking with him a little.
"Ohhh yeah..." Blair catches his breath. "Uhhhhh... you can say that again!"
Jim looks around, wondering if the bottle of conditioner would be suitable as lube, discarding that idea immediately... when the phone rings. He groans and releases his roommate. "Damn, I better get that..."
"Huh?? Hey!! No!" Blair begins to protest loudly. "Hey!!! that's what answering machines are for!!"
But the Sentinel is already backing out of the bathroom, gesturing his apology. "Hold that thought, Chief... the OTHER one..." He winks at his lover, then turns and goes to get the phone.
Jim goes to the kitchen and picks up the phone there. "Ellison," he murmurs, looking out the window, expecting the call to be from the PD or Nick Knight.
On the other end, a very new Kindred runs a nervous hand through his hair. Frank just wants to check in with Ellison, and now seems like a good time as Cash has gone to the main house for more supplies. Already Frank is nervous, feeling more himself, wondering what's going on in the world, what he's missing. "Hey, Jim, it's Frank, buddy, just thought I'd check in."
The Sentinel freezes, immediately remembering the vision... dead Raven! "Frank!" he replies rather loudly.
Blair yelps, "Frank???" and hightails it to the bedroom, picking up the extension, panting a bit. "Hi, Frank! It's me, Blair!! Oh, man, it's good to hear from you!!"
"That's me, brother," Frank sighs. "Hey, Blair. So, what's up?"
"You all right?" Jim asks rather abruptly, very curious about what's up with Frank Kouhanek that he's had to take a leave from work.
"Er, yeah, about that, Jim..."
"You're Embraced now, aren't you, Frank?" Blair asks, his voice quiet, but serious.
There is dead silence on the other end. "Now, tell me, Dr. Blair Sandburg," Frank begins in a low, careful voice, "why would you say something like that? Jim, has your roommate been taking drugs? He is something of a hippie, I guess..." [Careful, Kouhanek,] he tells himself, swallowing hard. [Cash will have your head if you're careless...]
"No drugs, no hippie," Jim says quietly.
"Remember Sunday when you called... I warned you that I was, um, psychic." Jim picks his words carefully. "That I had a sense that you could die... or something..."
Frank shifts his weight, leaning on the fireplace mantle, frowning. "Yeah, remember that. Weird - you really psychic?"
"Yeah," Jim sighs. "You could say that. Both of us."
[Oh, great, and what else do they know? How pissed is Julian or Cash going to be about this?] Frank wonders.
Blair nods, saying, "Yeah, and that's not all... we've seen that you were Embraced... in a vision."
"A vision." Frank runs his hand through his hair again, the mortal's words making him very nervous. "You have visions - BOTH of you? And you're not doing hallucinogens?"
Jim's voice remains cool. "Two visions, actually. The one Sunday, and then Blair said he had a vision of... ah... your Embrace Monday evening." Jim remembers belatedly that they were going to call Julian Tuesday about this, but they forgot.
Frank erupts, incredulous, before Blair can jump in. "You SAW me being Embraced?"
Coming down the stairs from the house, Cash is greeted by a wash of shock in their link. "Who the hell's he on the phone with? Why's he scared? Oh, gods, please don't risk the Masquerade," Cash mutters to himself as he bolts for the garage.
"And what do you mean by 'visions'? Like when you saw wolves? Like that?" Frank persists, but is immediately distracted, aware that his sire is approaching... fast. [Great, just great, Kouhanek...]
"Yes," replies Blair calmly. "Exactly like that."
"Oh, so you didn't see ME." Frank sags in relief. "Why do you think I was in your vision?"
"You're the Raven. Blair and Dr. Severan saw the Raven," Jim responds, exchanging a glance with his partner. [Why isn't he owning up to this?]
"Who?" Frank scowls, confused for a moment.
"Yes, Thorne and I, we both saw Raven being bitten by Cash's spirit-wolf form, and then Raven changed into a new form... a Red Wolf which ran off with his new sire...Cash."
Cash dashes up the stairs, barely pausing to deposit the armload of bottles he was carrying on the sofa, hurrying over to put his head next to Frank's, listening intently. [Who is it, Wolfling???] He gets there just in time to hear Blair's answer, [Blair??]
Frank startles, for Cash seems to appear if by magic. [Yeah, the other mortals under Julian's protection, both of them. They say Blair and some other guy saw me being Embraced... but not me, some raven...] Frank runs a hand through his hair, nervous again. [I gotta answer them, sire... I did NOT tell them that I was Embraced,] Frank adds hastily, watching his sire's face for disapproval.
Cash relaxes a little. [No new threat to the Masquerade, at least.] He leans into Frank, pressing his ear against the phone.
"It's ok, Frank, this time," Cash murmurs. [Remember the Shaman and what we talked about. They *know* already, you can tell them the truth about your Embrace. But don't give them anything new till we've had a chance to talk to Julian.]
Jim looks across the room to where Blair is on the extension in the bedroom. [What's going on?] he wonders to himself as they get another moment of dead silence on the phone. Then Jim hears Cash's voice murmuring to Frank on the other end.
Frank sighs, relaxing tremendously. Besides Cash's reassuring words in their link, his close proximity reassures him that he's not in the least pissed off. Cash's arms go around Frank's waist, providing silent support and reassurance.
"Frank? What's going on? Are you still there?" Blair asks worriedly.
The new Gangrel puts his arm around his sire as well, smiling briefly at the close contact. "I'm here, Blair. And so is Cash. I guess I have the go-ahead to own up to this." He takes a deep breath, leaning his head against Cash's. "Yeah. I've been Embraced."
Jim exhales sharply - though he believed Blair's retelling of the vision, it's something else to have it confirmed. "You wanted it, right?" he asks abruptly, needing to know.
Cash nuzzles into Frank's neck, almost snickering at the detective's comment.
Frank pauses for just a moment, closing his eyes, enjoying the intimacy with his sire. "Yeah... I did. Long story, perhaps I can tell you some day. But, yeah, I asked for this. And I did ask to become Gangrel." [Would do it again, Sire,] Frank finishes warmly to the Gangrel against his body.
[My child, my wolfling, me too.] Cash smiles against his fledgling's neck. [Jim's for the Ventrue someday, I think.]
[Yeah?] Frank replies, picturing the detective from Washington, tall and model-handsome. That first day in the department Ellison had worn a suit.
"Gangrel, huh?" Blair ponders this for a moment. "I'm happy for you, Frank. And for Cash."
The Sentinel hears something interesting in Frank's voice, and some other sounds, rustling as of cloth against cloth... [Hmmm...] "Yeah, congrats," Jim murmurs, relieved that Frank Kouhanek had fully assented to being made Kindred.
"Thanks, guys," Frank replies, smiling. "It's all rather amazing... hell, I only decided last Friday. But I know I've been, ah, heading in this direction for some time."
[Ventrue... Jim?] Frank thinks back at his sire. [Something you want to tell me, wolf?] he adds, teasingly.
[I think they'll make the same choice you did.] Cash replies, then licks just under the edge of the phone along Frank's neck. Now that he is no longer afraid for his fledgling's safety or a risk to the Masquerade, their earlier playful mood is returning.
Jim wonders exactly what direction Frank is referring to... just becoming Embraced? It sounds for all the world like Cash is right THERE, close to Frank. [But they can't be... Frank is... isn't he? And Cash is *Julian's* lover... Ellison, you're imagining things...]
"Well," Jim comments, thinking hard, "it's not like the other options you had were so terrible attractive either." [OUR options,] Jim adds to himself, grimacing.
"Yeah..." agrees Blair, quietly, reflecting on his earlier conversations with Thorne.
Frank only barely keeps back the sighs his sire's attentions are threatening to draw from him. He makes a noise of disgust. "No, I don't suppose they are... were... I wasn't eager to be murdered, but I could have left town. I have... my reasons." [Murdered? Hell, I let Cash kill me...]
"The Raven died," Jim points out firmly.
"Yeah... he did. I did." Frank closes his eyes, sliding his hand up along Cash's cheek to the back of his neck.
"And was reborn." Cash answers in the same voice. [Was so careful of you, my brother, did it still feel like murder?]
[No, Sire, my wolf,] Frank responds fervently, [You lovingly stripped me of my mortal shell, fed me your very life to make me Kindred.]
"Ummm," Cash purrs against the nape of Frank's neck. [I'm not the only poet wolf.]
"How did it feel, Frank?? What did you see when you died? What happened?" Blair is trying hard not to press but he can't help his scientific curiosity... and his own personal reasons for it too.
"Oh, shit, Sandburg, I don't know if I can go into all the details yet..." [Curious, ain't he!] "I can just say... it was mind-blowing. The Change is hell, but then look what it's doing. I'm still going through it, the metamorphosis."
"Oh man..." Blair groans, "I would LOVE to discuss that with you Frank... with Cash's permission, of course!"
"Who did you say you saw the vision with, Blair?" Frank asks suddenly. "A Kindred?"
Blair calms himself with a deep breath, then says, "With Thorne Severan."
Jim looks over sharply, hearing Blair's heartrate suddenly spike as he names the Tremere wizard who has been their guide on the spirit plane. He holds in a smirk, seeing how impressed Blair is with the Tremere.
[I've heard that name, haven't I...] Frank asks his sire.
[The wizard primogen.] Along with the curt reply, Frank gets a brief mental picture of the man, long blond hair, sharp features, tall, black-clad.
[Oh, wow... right, you've mentioned him before. Tremere Clan?] Frank answers Cash, then responds to Blair's earlier request. "Ah, sure, Blair, maybe in a few weeks, if Cash allows... Gotta get back to you on that."
[Tremere, uh, yeah.] Cash hastily changes the subject. [Won't be that long, fledgling, your controls are coming right along.] Cash reassures Frank, giving him a quick hug.
Blair finds that he has to sit down suddenly... he feels the blood rushing from his head to another region of his body... rather abruptly... at the memory of Thorne Severan from the encounter on the campus yesterday, his voice on the phone very early this morning. He clears his throat a bit nervously. [Oh, gods, not NOW!!] he swears to himself. [Probably thanks to being interrupted by this phone call... just when Jim was acting so amorous...]
The Sentinel, of course, reads his lover like a book, and can't help but chuckle aloud, watching his Guide's discomfiture at the thought of his latest wet-dream subject.
Frank, feeling a little dizzy to talk to a mortal acquaintance on the phone while his new Gangrel sire is in his arms. He's going to have to face the re-intersection of his two lives again, but it seems so soon to have to deal with that already.
"Frank, thanks, I'm sure Blair would enjoy that... in a few weeks," Jim responds for his distracted lover. "You're doing okay now, though? Cash is there, too, right?"
"Yeah, I'm here, Jim. Listening in, but no extension on this line, so I'm just sort of eavesdropping." Cash speaks up.
"We're doing well," Frank adds, just holding back a chuckle. [More than well,] he thinks to himself, smirking. "You know, I did call for a reason..." he adds abruptly.
Jim smiles. "The case load is pretty light this week," he explains for his detective friend. "So, you *are* coming back to work, then?"
"Hell, yes," Frank replies. "There are Kindred in the department, you know."
"Well, I know that someday, we'll be faced with the choice too, whether or not to be Embraced... I hope we can discuss your experiences before that time, Frank," Blair says, trying to get his mind back on the subject and OFF of Thorne Severan.
Frank looks down at his sire, wondering. [Them, too? I guess I knew that, wolf... what do you think, should I tell them I will?]
[Let's clear it with Julian first, okay? You've already said "maybe", let's just leave it at that. The Masquerade is like walking a tightrope, always.]
[Right.] Frank is relieved to let Cash make the call on this one. "We'll see, Blair," he answers the mortal simply. "Jim?"
"Yeah..." The Sentinel pulls his attention back to the phone again.
"Thanks for handling my work for me, man," Frank continues to the mortal detective. "Owe you one."
"You're welcome. Good luck, Kouhanek," Jim replies. He also hopes that the new Kindred can be allowed to share with them... later. Plainly it's too early.
"Yeah," adds Blair.
"Saw my Embrace on the spirit plane," Frank repeats, smiling again. "That's a rich one... but you apparently have a witness, so... well, I gotta go, guys. See ya... later. The Ball? I mean, Julian's big shindig over here?"
"Oh, yeah," Jim murmured, smiling. The beautiful gold and black invitation had arrived yesterday. "See you there, though I have to go into work for a bit, get there late."
A bit stung at Frank's off-handed comment about their visions, Blair holds back his own sarcastic remark and just mumbles his assent.
"Just kidding, Blair," Frank hastily amends his comments. "I think that's awesome that you, ah, witnessed my Embrace like that. Amazing... your visions."
"Thanks. And yes, they are," agrees Blair, accepting Frank's apology.
"Bye..."
"Bye, Frank," Jim sighs, and hangs up his end of the phone.
"Yeah, bye, Frank," says Blair, hanging up too,
Jim Ellison puts down the phone receiver and pauses, his hand still on the phone, to sense his partner in the bedroom. Blair, after hanging up, has stilled, lost in thought. [He's still thinking about Thorne... wow, my little love has got it bad...] He smiles and straightens, turning to approach the bedroom.
Blair places the phone down. He's still naked from his shower, and his body is a bit cold now.... he pulls the discarded towel around his shoulders and hunkers down on the bed.... his mind drifting back to the memory of Thorne.
Removing his clothes on the way (laying them in a neat stack on the sofa just outside the room), Jim stealthily moves into the room and behind Blair, climbing onto the bed behind him. Without saying a word, he drapes his arms and long legs around his lover, pulling him back against his warmth.
"Mmmmm," murmurs Blair, enjoying the familiar cuddle.
"I know what you're thinking," Jim whispers back, kissing Blair on the ear after sweeping his long hair to the side. "Besides the fact that you were cold."
A shiver runs up Blair's spine... Jim's whisper and... Jim's meaning. "Oh?" breathes Blair.
"Thorne Severan..." Jim breathes back the name slowly as if tasting it, smiling as he watches the side of his beloved's face. The name indeed elicits a response from Blair. "I can't wait to meet him myself, if he's had this kind of impact on you."
Blair lets out a half-growl, half-groan in reply... his erection is already more than evident.
"So, he's sexy, hmm?" Jim murmurs, taking Blair's ear gently between his teeth, just holding it there a moment.
Catching his breath, Blair mutters, "Uhhhhhh, oh yeah... you could... could say that..."
"Let's see... tall, like me? Like these could be his long legs and long arms around you right now?" Jim purrs into Blair's ear, dipping to tongue his jawline.
Panting harder now, Blair's head is thrown back, his neck exposed to Jim's teasing tongue. "Ahhhhh .... oh yeah... tall... but ... " Blair can't help but grin, "with a LOT longer hair!"
"Damn," Jim grins, taking a hand and leaning Blair's head back against his shoulder as he bends to his neck. "I could wear a wig... wonder how I'd look in a long, dark blonde wig?"
Blair is rapidly losing control of himself as he collapses in a fit of giggles at THAT mental image. "Oh, no!!! No no no!!"
"No?" Jim further teases his lover by shifting so he can run his tongue along Blair's throat. "Perhaps you could get him to bite you, give you the Kiss..."
"Huh!??" Blair's laughter stops as he tries to cope with this sudden change in mood. "The Kiss? You mean... ohhhhh...." Blair feels an erotic shudder pass through his body at the idea. "Ohhhhh, man.... oh, gods, Jim..." He's babbling now. "Oh yeah...maybe..."
"Wait, they use the wrist, I believe..." Jim uncurls from Blair's back to lay him back against the bed, then climbs over him, straddling his chest but placing Blair's hands above his head. Jim leans down to run his tongue along a captured wrist.
Blair shivers with arousal as Jim touches him there. "Yeahhhh.... they do..."
Intently, Jim places his teeth against the inner skin of his lover's wrist, not pressing, not intending to mark, just perhaps... a promise for a probable future. Leaving the teeth there so Blair can feel them, Jim murmurs quietly, "Someday, Chief..."
Opening his eyes, Blair stares up at his lover. "Yeah... with you, Jim."
Then Jim feels a little reckless, thinking of the Tremere primogen that HIS lover is so attracted to, and Jim thinks to perhaps claim Blair for himself. Making a noise of pleasure deep in his throat, Jim's teeth press into the skin of Blair's wrist.
Blair's reaction is immediate. His hips buck up off the bed, his erection hard. A growl in the back of his throat is all he can manage, but he moves his body to thrust himself eagerly against his lover, panting hard.
Jim, at Blair's strong reaction, smiles and withdraws for a moment. "Not the real thing, I know," he says, looking into his lover's face as he moves back down his body, "so you'll have to settle for a Sentinel Kiss." With that, he effectively silences his noisy partner by claiming his mouth.
Blair wraps his legs around Jim's body, still thrusting, and kisses back, passionately.
Jim pulls back, gasping and laughing all at once. "Still thinking of Thorne?" Not waiting for an answer, Jim rolls Blair over on top of him, sliding his hands down to hold him by the ass.
Still panting hard, Blair's hips continue to move against Jim's body. He lowers his forehead against Jim's chest, groaning with lust as Jim touches his ass.
"Easy, lover," Jim purrs, one hand on Blair's hip to slow his movements, the other now caressing his crack, gently touching and massaging his anus.
"Need you, Jim... need you so bad..." pants Blair, slowing his movements a bit, but still very aroused.
"Need you, too, baby," Jim sighs and reaches out an arm to the nightstand, just snagging the tube of lube by his fingertips. "Got it... now, where was I..." Jim works out a bit of lube onto his fingers and then goes back to massaging his lover's anus, starting to work in a single finger.
Blair pants harder, but is hard-put to hold his body still as Jim slowly slides a finger into him. Blair tries to slow his breathing, and relax a bit.
"So good, baby... wonder how Thorne would do this? He's probably centuries old, is VERY skilled..." Jim murmurs, but looks up at his lover with a wicked smirk.
Blair groans in reaction. "Yeah..." he gasps, "I'll bet... uhhhhh oh yeah... oh, Jim!"
Jim works the finger around in a smooth, circular motion instead of merely in and out. "I wonder if Kindred bother with lube," Jim sighs, idly stretching his lover.
Blair is by now barely able to think, much less carry on a conversation with Jim about the merits of blood and saliva versus lube.
After an application of more lube, a second fingers joins the first. "You know, Chief, your senses will be enhanced as a Kindred, too... I would love for you to feel, sense more as I do. It's so... rich... and you're the one who helped me get a hold of that, baby."
Groaning with pleasure at what his lover is doing to his body, Blair manages to whisper, "I love you, Jim..."
"I love you, too, Chief," Jim replies softly. "Want to join with you, love you... Kindred or mortal. Forever, baby."
"Forever, lover... forever."
After a few minutes and a third finger, Blair is ready, and Jim sighs as he positions his cock. "Come and take me in, mine," he murmurs quietly, his hand guiding Blair's hip back a little.
Blair slowly pushes against Jim's cock, feeling it enter him... the familiar feeling is tight but pleasurable. As always, Blair pauses at this stage to exhale and center himself... the intensity of their lovemaking is always so overwhelming, both physically and emotionally...something the Shaman has come to rely on with his entire being. With a savage grin, Blair grunts in reaction as he takes more of his lover inside of him... savoring the erotic experience.
"That's it... oh, love, you feel so good, so warm, so tight," Jim coos to his lover, holding him by the hips as Blair sits down on him. "God, you look so beautiful, so wanton..." Jim gazes up at his lover as he concentrates, and smiles at Blair's grin, the fall of his luscious wavy hair covering half of his face mysteriously.
Slowly, Blair lowers himself further, taking Jim's cock inside him all the way. Panting hard, Blair savors the feeling for a long moment, his own cock hard and dripping. Then he begins to move upwards... slowly at first, then back down again, faster now... each stroke sending pulses of intense pleasure through his body.
Jim groans aloud, grasping Blair by the hips, moving his own up as his lover plunges down, fucking in and with him. Then, a few strokes into their matched rhythm, Jim takes Blair's cock in hand to stroke it in a similar rhythm.
As Blair picks up the pace, he pants harder, loving the feel of Jim deep inside of him, and his lover's expert strokes on Blair's own cock is driving him towards the brink. He rides Jim even faster and harder.
"Need you, baby," Jim gasps, his voice rough with lust. "Need to fuck you..."
Gasping for air, Blair manages to growl, "Yeah, Jim... want you... to fuck me... fuck me into oblivion, man..."
"Yeah," Jim growls, holding Blair up for a moment while he slides out of him carefully, then he is laying his lover on his back and climbing over him. "Going to take you hard, mine," Jim growls again as he slides back into him.
Blair eagerly, if incoherently, responds as Jim re-enters his willing body.
Jim this time leans down low over Blair's body as he thrusts into him, looking into his face, watching with wide-open senses the reactions of his lover to his fucking.
His long hair sweat-soaked and tangled, framing his face, the Shaman's fingers dig into the bed sheets, his body glistening with sweat. Blair's own heartbeat pounds in his ears. He feels completely possessed by his lover. Jim's fucking is driving Blair into a lust-filled animalistic frenzy... and Blair, as always, really gets off on that feeling.
Blair licks his lips, bares his teeth and growls at Jim. "Yours, man... make me yours..." He throws back his head, baring his neck to his lover.
The Sentinel, going tribal all the way, yields to his more primitive instincts to mark his territory, his possession - the Shaman is HIS! No matter that another Shaman possess a part of Blair's heart and his body someday, forever Blair is JIM'S, Sentinel and Shaman of the Great City forever.
At the arching of Blair's neck, Jim switches from a hard, fast rhythm to a slower, but deeper and more intense one as he bends his head to his lover's throat.
Gasping, Jim dips in to lathe his tongue along the lean line of Blair's throat, repeated tongue-washings before a more intense contact.
Blair writhes under Jim's expert tongue, panting harder. His hands move upwards to grasp Jim's shoulders.
Jim's thrusts slow even more, agonizingly slow as he concentrates on his other task. Breathing deeply, the Sentinel puts his lips to his Guide's throat and begins to suck on his wet skin, like little niblets at first, then longer, harder.
His feet flat on the the bed beside Jim's hips, Blair lifts his hips upwards, in reaction to Jim's slowing his thrusts. The sucking on his neck is driving Blair crazy with lust. All he can do is grip Jim's shoulders harder and beg for more.
"Like this, mine?" Jim murmurs against Blair's throat, opening his mouth to press his teeth against his skin, still just teasing. "Someday this could be Thorne..." [Ellison, you are so wicked,] he thinks to himself secretly, enjoying the tease of his hyper-responsive partner.
In response to that, Blair reaches to pull Jim's mouth harder against his neck. "Fuck, Jim!! BITE ME!!!" he manages to gasp.
Blair's desperation and his swollen, leaking cock against his belly convince Jim that it is entirely okay to do just that. Emitting another small gasp, Jim bites a fold of skin pulled away from Blair's throat.
Blair clutches at Jim's head and shoulders, his whole body shuddering in pleasurable reaction. "Ohhhh yeah, man... oh, gods!!!" he moans, so close to exploding now. "Oh that's so good, Jim... I love how you take me and mark me... how you possess me...ohhh FUCK!!" Blair's hands grip Jim's ass now, bucking his hips faster into Jim's thrusts, panting hard.
Grinning in response to Blair's frenetic bucking, Jim picks up his pace again, his senses primed and feeling them both on the edge, ready to spill over. He shifts his weight onto one hand so he can fold the other around Blair's pulsing cock, working him.
He watches Blair's face, intent on his lover. The mark on Blair's neck is a bright reddish-purple, and Jim suddenly feels a primitive sense of Sentinel pride, having marked his own as HIS. And it is just enough to send him into nirvana.
Blair screams Jim's name as he spills himself over his lover's fist. His fingers grip Jim tighly, while Blair's body arches in pleasure under the Sentinel's long lean torso.
Jim collapses onto Blair as he comes hard at the same time, his eyes closing momentarily in bliss, his mouth hanging open, his body shuddering in orgasm against his lover. Yet as soon as he subsides a little, he levers up again and dives back onto Blair's neck, wanting one more taste.
Moaning in pleasure, Blair wraps his legs around his lover, loving the weight of Jim on his body. He turns his head to one side, giving the Sentinel more access to his neck. Blair runs his fingers thru Jim's hair, luxuriating in everything his lover is doing to him.
"Oh, God, Chief," Jim breathes against his neck, against his mark on him. "Something in me needs to possess you, even if just like this, baby," he sighs, lips tasting gently. "Do you mind it when I get... possessive?" [And I have to learn to share him,] he added to himself, thinking hard about that.
"No, Jim... you know I don't mind. You've got to know how much it pleases me, how much it turns me on!!" Blair continues caressing Jim's hair, a radiant smile on the Shaman's face.
Jim rolls off Blair finally, turning him onto his side with him as he slides out of him. He collects his partner up in his arms, cuddling him close. "You know, you could, ah, get a little possessive with me sometimes, too..."
Blair hugs Jim tightly. "Yeah... I could be... sometimes. I just... don't want to hold you back, y'know, Jim?"
"Hold *me* back?" Jim looks into his lover's clear blue eyes, wondering. "Not sure I know what you mean, Chief."
Blair looks up, solemnly. "I mean... well... with these Kindred we're becoming involved with. That's all."
The Sentinel studies the Shaman's serious expression. "Baby, we're forever, solid, in deep, all that good stuff. We've talked about this... anything that we may have with Julian or Thorne is just so much whipped cream. For now... if they Embrace us, I think we're aware we'll have a new relationship, a deep one, with our respective sires." Jim strokes his lover's cheek with a couple fingertips, his gaze loving. "You're worried we'll rush in, take things too fast... that their seductive nature will draw us in before we're ready..."
Blair nods. "Yeah... they can be pretty overpowering... it's very tempting."
The Sentinel ducks his head, momentarily unwilling to look at him as he shifts to press his face into Blair's shoulder. "I'm sorry I teased you so much about Thorne, love."
A wave of relief washes through Blair as he hugs Jim, and he kisses his lover's hair. "It's okay, Jim. I forgive you... you probably didn't realize how hard this is for me... holding myself back from him. It's not that I don't trust him, it's just that I'm not ready to go that far... to have sex with Thorne, as tempting as it may be."
Blair corrects himself, "Wait... no, let me clarify that. I DO want to have sex with Thorne... so much so that its got me doing emotional gymnastics here. I'm torn between a fear of the changes that being intimate with Thorne will surely create in me, versus my curiosity about it... yeah, I really want it. I need to know!"
Smiling at his lover's honesty, Jim reaches to run his hand up through Blair's long hair. "You know, lover, we've already trusted Thorne Severan in one area. Look how 'Golden Wolf' helped us on the spirit plane... it could well be that Thorne could also help you understand what changes there might be so you know what to expect... and I'm sure Julian would do that for me. Er, already has, a little, in the 'Kiss'. They want us as children, in a sense, and I believe these two 'parents' would be particularly careful to 'bring us along' at our own pace. I can't see Julian forcing an issue... and Thorne impresses me as very wise as well as caring."
Nodding in agreement, Blair feels a little more relieved. "Yeah, I think Julian and Thorne both have our best interests in mind. I know they'd protect us, both from ourselves," he smiles a bit ruefully, "as well as from the more predatory of their kind."
Jim relaxes more as his beloved smiles finally. "Baby, we're a long way from being ready to be Embraced anyway. This isn't about lust, but about an entire new life altogether. Both of us need knowledge and emotional preparation. Look at Frank Kouhanek... it took him months before he was ready. Now... he seems happy, fulfilled. It can be that way for us, too. Julian is powerful and he can protect us before that day." Jim smirks at his lover. "Plus we aren't totally without our own resources, Chief."
Blair grins back at his Blessed Protector. "True enough, Big Guy."
The Sentinel sighs and tucks his lover's head against his neck as he pulls him close into a proper cuddle again. "Time to nap, Chief. I have to leave for work in an hour and then there's that Masquerade Ball at the Camera della Luna tonight. And I have a feeling it's going to be a VERY long night."
Yawning, Blair kisses Jim drowsily and murmurs, "Yeah..." cuddling against his lover, his worries and his heart at rest.
THE END
