Jaguar Night

By Stormwolf

Note/Summary: This is a piece of a much longer story that will someday be finished.

Fandom: It is a Sentinel crossover with the Disney cartoon series, Gargoyles.

WARNING: Be warned that the following contains scenes that some might consider beastiality, but that I do not believe it is. Is it beastiality when Kirk has sex with alien women...I think not.

Enjoy. Feedback is most appreciated.

Jaguar Night
By Stormwolf

"Jim?" Blair's voice was questioning, but filled with surprise, sorrow and hope.

From his perch on the ledge, crouched on all fours, wings caped over his shoulders, Jim nodded not lifting his eyes to meet Blair's.

There was a choked sob of relief, and Blair stumbled forward one hand reaching out to the winged panther-man that was Jim Ellison. "You're alive," His voice strained from swallowed cries had a hint of elation.

Jim flinched away from Blair, wings twitching as he prepared to leap from the building. Blair seemed to understand Jim's hesitation and nervousness. He stopped his forward movement and waited for Jim's obvious nervousness to die down.

Eventually Jim settled more easily on his perch and his long black furred tail had ceased its lashing.

"Jim look at me," Blair said to his lover.

Jim lifted his feline head and looked at Blair with yellow-green eyes. Jim found no trace of pity and horror he expected to see in Blair's sapphire eyes. Instead he saw anger directed not at Jim but at who or what had hurt his sentinel.

"What happened?" Blair asked.

"A man," Jim's voice was deeper, but easily recognized as belonging to the sentinel, "A scientist called Sevarius. I was taken like the others and he did this to all of us."

Jim had disappeared months before while undercover as a homeless man. Blair had not been there because of his commitments at the University.

"How did you escape?" Blair asked. He had gradually moved a step closer as he spoke.

"His sedatives wore off faster on me than he had anticipated." Was all Jim said.

"Where is Sevarius. Is he dead?" Blair asked.

Jim shook his dark feline head, "He managed to get away. I freed the others rather than chase him."

"The others? Where are they?" Blair asked. Again he moved closer to his lover as he spoke.

"Safe," Jim looked closer at Blair, "Are you alright?"

"My heart has stopped pounding from my sudden flight." Blair did not mention the fall. A suspect had decided the best way to get rid of a bothersome anthropologist was to throw him off a very high building. Luckily, Jim had been following his lover unknowingly to Blair and had dived for Blair catching the guide before he hit the hard
pavement below.

Jim turned his body to face Blair, stilled perched on all fours. The full moon and the lights from the city allowed Blair to see his lover's new form.

Jim stood now at perhaps six foot nine; his face was that of a black jaguar including the hint of spots beneath the black fur. Jim's chest, stomach and arms were human-like but covered in the sable fur. The fingers ended in claws that retracted from beneath padded
fingers. Jim's legs were bent like a cat's allowing him to crouch and move on all fours as well as to stand and walk on his two legs. Extended from his back was a pair of leathery bat-like wings that were caped over Jim's powerful shoulders like a black cloak.

Blair also noticed the tail that grew from Jim's own tailbone and Jim's lack of clothing, which revealed the sentinel's genitalia, which were unchanged other than the fur covered testicles.

Though Blair was angered that Jim had been experimented on he found the sentinel exotically beautiful.

"I will go." Jim said taking Blair's silence wrong.

"Please don't." At this point Blair was close enough to Jim to touch and he reached out placing his hand on a furry shoulder. At the touch Blair felt the power of their bond flare and he knew Jim was still his sentinel.

At Blair's touch, sentinel and guide flowed toward each other. A kiss was a meeting of two tongues, two bodies and two halves on one soul. Wings wrapped around them both holding their bodies close as their hands explored familiar and unfamiliar territory.

Sharp claws gently ripped away cloth from the guide's body leaving him nude and shivering in the night air.

Cocks hardened and rubbed against fur and flesh as mouths and hands reminded themselves of each other.

Then Jim crouched on all fours his wings spread wide, tail up revealing the pulsating hole beneath. Blair did not need another invitation. He slicked his cock with pre-cum, then gripping fur covered hips, Blair drove his thick cock into Jim's ass, and then pounded away thrusting his hips at a quick hard pace.

Jim's claws dug into the stone beneath them, his own cock throbbing as Blair's cock brushed Jim's prostate with each stroke.

Jim snarled as he came, cum shooting onto the ground and his belly. Jim's orgasm caused the inner walls of his ass to contract around Blair's thick cock bringing the guide to completion. Jim groaned in pleasure as Blair's hot semen filled Jim's ass splashing against the inner walls.

Blair collapsed against Jim's back and his cock softened slipping out of Jim's reddened asshole.

"I love you," Blair told Jim. "Please come home."

Jim turned his head to look over his shoulder at Blair. "I love you too, but I don't think I can come home."

Blair stroked Jim's furry back, "Please you can come home."

Later, Jim flew over the city of Cascade a naked Blair in his arms. He landed on the balcony of his loft apartment. Still carrying Blair in his warm furry arms, Jim opened the sliding glass door and entered the apartment. With a leap and a flap of his wings Jim gained the upper floor, which was their bedroom. Laying Blair on the bed, Jim joined his lover on the mattress and they both slept curled around each other.

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