Title: Taking I

Author: SentinelHuntress

Fandom: The Sentinel

Pairing: Jim/Blair

Rating: NC17

Status: done so far

Series/Sequel: most likely, but don't know when; next year? ;)

Disclaimers: "The Sentinel" and its characters belong to Pet Fly, Paramount, and the Sci-Fi Channel. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes. No money is being made from it and no copyright infringement is
intended.

Notes: It's a (late) Birthday-story for the *Beaver*! Thanks to Gina for beta-ing :) remaining mistakes are mine, and mine only <g>

Summary: Blair takes what he wants.

Warnings: partner betrayal (sort of, depends on the definition you choose), rape, no permanent disability, violence, comfort(later!)

September 2002 Redone: Mai / Juli 2003

Taking I
by SentinelHuntress

Blair Sandburg sighed. Deeply. Heartbroken. Here he was, young, eager, good looking, one hell of a lover in bed and the one he wanted wasn’t the slightest bit interested in him. He had tried all he could think of to signal "I want you, I love you, take me to bed *now*", but had failed.

Instead he had one pissed off roommate, angry for delaying him with one of the tests he had demanded to do. It wasn’t that it hadn’t been necessary, but Mister "Asshole is my middle name" Ellison hadn’t seen it that way. After all it had only been a minor spike of his sense of smell earlier, why would he need to know what caused it?

"But, nooooo," Blair said in a whining sound to the half-full tequila glass he held in his hands, feeling way too sober at the moment, "he smelled *me* being horny, and instead of jumping my bones, he took off as fast as he could..." He gulped down the contents of the glass at once, then slammed it down again, catching the barkeeper’s attention despite the loud noises of the bar around him. "Guess I’m not man enough for the mighty Ellison..." he murmured, wordlessly accepting the refill of his glass. "I know he likes me..." he continued his monologue with the newly filled glass, the clear liquid patiently listening. "Why doesn’t he like me enough to take me to bed?"

****

Earlier that evening.

"Sandburg, can’t we do that later? I’m already getting close to being late for the date with Jolene," Jim hovered before Blair, arms crossed, determined to get his way.

"Jim! No we can’t! For all we know it could be her perfume setting the spikes off!" Blair replied, waving his arms through the air, animated, not the tiniest bit intimidated by Jim.He was disappointed with his lack of skills to make Jim fall in love with him. He was just shy of using the man’s sense against him, to get his way, but then he knew it wouldn’t be fair, as much as he wanted to do it!

Jim took a deep breath in preparation for the next round of arguments. He froze. Frowning, he tilted his head to the side, sniffing the air, sniffing Blair, and suddenly he looked blankly down at his friend. "I don’t know what you are playing at Sandburg, but forget it. I’m out now, on a date with Jolene. Don’t expect me back anytime soon tonight. We’ll talk about this," he looked pointy at Blair’s crotch, "tomorrow, when we are both calmed down." And before Blair could think of a reply, explaining, pleading, dropping on his knees to beg, Jim was gone, out of the door, making it clear that he wasn’t interested in Blair like that.

*****

The second refill followed the first, the third the second, and then Blair found a barkeeper looking seriously at him just as he waited for the fourth round. Wordlessly Blair held up one hand, showing him the inside, where he had written down the phone number of a friend to call to take him home later. "I’ve planned ahead, man, no driving for me tonight," he said, surprised how normal he still sounded. The man simply shrugged and filled up the glass again.

Instead of drowning that glass like the others, he held it in his hands, turning his attention to the crowd around him. Seeing and not seeing the men dancing, kissing, enjoying themselves, hearing but not hearing the sounds of the loud music, the kisses nearby, the flirting, all things he would never have with Jim. Swinging around back to the bar, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Wanna dance handsome?" a deep voice, but not Jim’s, whispered in his ear. He felt himself nodding, and led to the dance floor and soon he forgot the world around him in the heat of the evening.

2.

Somehow, some time later, Blair found himself in front of the loft door, the keys in his hands, staring and grinning at an angry Ellison, who held the door open for him. He didn’t remember much, but he felt good, detached, and no angry, pissed off, annoying Sentinel could ruin that for him. He couldn't have Jim, the way he wanted, that he knew, not after the way the man had ignored his flirting, wooing, all the things he had done to get his attention.

"Jim, leave me the hell alone!" Blair held up one hand, stopping whatever Jim had started to say, as he swayed past the man and towards his room. He guessed more than saw Jim wrinkling his nose at the smell off alcohol, smoke and sex he had around him. Oh, he hadn’t been the one lucky enough to get laid that night, but there had been enough action going on around him.

Suddenly he felt himself being swung around roughly and feeling a bit sick by the sudden movement. He stared big eyed into the concerned eyes off Jim.

"What the hell is going on with you lately Chief?!" Jim hissed, voice almost too low to get past the ringing in Blair’s ears, caused by the loud music at the bar, "First you try to get me to jump your bones," Jim ignored Blair’s smirk and continued, "then you go out, as if it doesn’t matter to you!"

"Hey!" Blair grew angry, grabbing Jim’s neck and drawing him down to his level. "You made it clear to me that you are *not* interested in me enough to jump my bones, Ellison," he hissed back, suddenly realizing that Jim was only dressed in his boxers, and wondering for a moment how the date with Jolene had gone. He saw her then, slowly coming down the stairs from the bedroom, dressed in her clothes.

"Uhm, Jim, I think I should go now. It seems to be a bad time to stay," she glared at Blair.

Blair grinned smugly at her, on some level satisfied for having her going, on another level feeling bad to do that to Jim. He let go of Jim, but not before placing a long, sensual kiss on his mouth, leaving the man standing there shocked, and vanished behind the doors of his room, locking them. He heard the two distantly arguing, then a door slammed shut with enough force to shake the doors to his room.

Fingers on his lips he wondered for a fleeting moment, if he had a death wish, but then chuckled. What the hell, it was worth the trouble. Jim tasted so good, he would do it again and again. Humming lowly, Blair slowly undressed, not a single moment worried about the storm named Ellison gathering outside his sanctuary. A plan was forming in his mind.

Jim was his and no ones else’s!

*****

How could that little shit do that to him?! Jim was furious. It had been a good date, Jolene was nice and accepted him being a cop, but one thing he knew was that she wouldn’t deal with a roommate coming home drunk! And then that kiss! Right in front of her! He was close to strangling the kid! Instead he could still feel the tingling of the lips on his, taste the tequila and something else, he couldn’t put his finger on. The anger drained away, as he unconsciously listened to Blair undressing in unsteady movements. Jim decided that Blair was too drunk to deal with tonight, not to mention obviously unable to form a clear thought anymore. Otherwise he would never had been foolish enough to kiss Jim.

Rubbing his fingers across his lips, Jim felt suddenly angry at Blair, angry at Jolene. He turned the key to lock the door with more force than needed, as the anger vanished as fast as it had attacked him, and left only a hole and tired feeling behind. Turning off the lights, he went upstairs and barely managed to get under the blanket before he fell asleep.


3.

Blair soundlessly opened the door to the living room. The loft was dark and hearing the even breathing and low humming of the white noise generator he knew that Jim was sleeping. Grinning, he crept upstairs, naked, something held tightly in his hands, and soon he stood at the foot of Jim’s king-sized bed. Pondering for a moment how to proceed, he looked at the peacefully sleeping man, looking so innocent in his slumber. Taking the silk scarves in both hands now, Blair moved closer to the head of the bed, slowly, and tenderly wrapped one scarf around the free right hand of Jim, leaving its ends hanging down, and sneaked over to the other side of the bed, to do the same.

It was tricky to get into bed with Jim, without waking him up. Somehow Blair managed that miracle, and wrapped a second scarf around the left hand, after having it coaxed out from under the covers. Then he took the free ends of the other scarf, slowly, lifting the hands over Jim’s head towards the railing of the bedroom, knotting the ends together finally, trapping Jim in his bed, still sleeping the sleep of the clueless.

Tying the legs was a bit easier now, but still a time-consuming task. Again using some silk scarves, Blair had them spread and connected to the legs of the bed, moving slowly and carefully. Jim's left leg lay at an odd angle, but with him sleeping on the right side of the bed it was the best Blair could do without moving him towards the middle.

Blair bit his lip to keep a painful groan back, as he stood straight again. Muscles he never had felt before were screaming from being used like that. Ignoring the pain as well as he could, he took the last scarf and made a huge knot in the middle of it. Tightening it with a satisfied grin, he sneaked up to Jim’s head again. Pondering how to push the self-made gag between Jim’s teeth, Blair suddenly found himself staring into a pair of confused blue eyes.

"Hey Jim, hope you slept well," Blair whispered sweetly before he kissed him, throwing Jim off balance long enough to stuff the knot between the teeth and tie the gag behind Jim’s head, keeping him unable to utter more than some muffled sounds. Having accomplished the last task Blair hurried away from the fighting man, removing the blanket in his hasty retreat.

Blair watched Jim trashing in his boundaries for a while, ignoring the muffled screams and curses, in favour of admiring the naked, sweat covered body writhing right in front of him.

He felt light-headed as he admired that body. That body was *his*! He could do with it what he wanted to do. And Jim couldn’t do anything about it. He caught the movement of Jim’s fingers, working at the knots of the scarf, and frowned. Spotting the handcuffs lying at the bedside table, Blair took them, and moving swiftly he snapped them around Jim’s wrists, leaving him cuffed in addition to the ties to the railing.

Jim glared at Blair, panting heavy around the silk gag. No longer able to hope to get free on his own, he calmed down, and Blair instinctively knew that this was way more dangerous than the trashing and cursing before. Blair climbed back onto the bed, and settled down cross-legged between Jim’s spread legs, his slack cock within
easy reach.

"You hurt me today, Jim," Blair began in his normal chatty voice, looking straight at Jim, "all last week I literally sucked up to you, tried to catch your attention." Eyes still on Jim’s, he let one hand run up and down the inside of one leg. Jim tensed up at the unexpected touch, but Blair ignored it and kept going. "I finished your reports at the station, snatched the best donuts for you, cleaned up after me here, made your favourite food, did the laundry, cleaned the loft, got that new shampoo, for both of us," the hand switched to the other leg, "even had some fancy stuff for tonight, but then you showed up with Jolene and slammed the door in my face!" he concluded, his voice angry at the end of the speech. That was the only warning before both of his hands simultaneous smacked the tender inside of Jim’s legs, forcing a surprised yelp of pain out of him, after having slowly relaxed into the caressing.

Blair felt more than saw Jim glaring at him, but ignored him. The wicked hands returned to their tender ministration of Jim’s skin and Blair smiled as he saw Jim biting down on the scarf to suppress a whimper as the hands reached for his crotch.

"So, when I figured out I wouldn’t get from you what I wanted, needed, I went out to get it elsewhere. But it’s not the same as with you, my beloved Jim," Blair purred, leaning closer, watching smugly as Jim closed his eyes, unable to fight the sensation running through his body, with Blair masterfully manipulating him into arousal.

Blair turned his full attention to the eagerly growing member in his hands, running his finger along the full length, licking the first drops of pre-cum from it‘s tip, and rolling the filling balls in his hand. He could feel Jim rushing to the edge of climax, his body tensing up, close to exploding.

Suddenly, Blair pinched the head of his cock tightly. Jim cried out in pain, and tried to move away, but there was no escape for him. Blair waited a few moments for Jim to settle down again.

"Not yet my dear one," he chuckled, "you are allowed to cum when I say so. Not sooner."

Jim fixed his pain filled eyes on his torturer and nodded in agony, blinking back tears before he closed them again, giving in for the moment. Blair knew that Jim was biding his time. But until then, all Jim could do was to endure the torture Blair had in mind for him.

Blair’s cruel fingers softened and he began stroking Jim again, bringing him close to climax, then withdrew, waiting a few moments, sometimes inflicting pain, before starting again, never letting him get the relief he needed so desperately. All thoughts of escape had fled Jim’s mind at some point, and only Blair and his magic fingers were important.

Blair smiled, listening to the mindless rambling and pleading of Jim coming from behind the gag, begging for him to let Jim climax.

Finally Blair whispered the word, "now," and watched mesmerized as Jim arched up from the bed, crying out soundlessly as he exploded. Minutes later Jim laid panting and boneless on the sweat-soaked sheets of his bed, his eyes closed in exhaustion. Blair began to stroke his cock back to life, and Jim’s eyes shot open once again.

This time Blair didn’t play with him for long, but refused to allow him to come again. Instead Blair wrapped one of his hair-ties around the base of his balls, cutting the blood supply off, painfully, and leaving Jim in fear for their survival.

Blair watched fascinated as the balls slowly turned red, then purple, but did nothing to release the pressure, knowing that he hadn't cut of the circulation completely. And even if, he shrugged at that thought, it didn't matter to him.

"Jim," he leaned over the broad chest, hands at each side of the sweat glistening skin, moving closer to the trapped mouth, "I love you, you know?" Blair smiled sweetly, soaking up the shocked look in his soon to be lover's face, then was surprised by the sudden hate and loathing he saw reflected in them.

end first part