Title: Taking II

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? ;) <swallows> yep another year to wait? <ducks and hides>

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 the sequel to last years Birthday-story for the *Beaver*! Thanks to Gina for beta-ing :) remaining mistakes are mine, and mine only <g>

Summary: Blair continues to take what he wants. How does Jim react to it?

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

Taking II
By SentinelHuntress

Jim’s body grew completely still under him. Had he said something wrong?

"I love you with all my heart," Blair repeated whispering, straightening up again, hugging himself. The eyes stayed cold, glaring at him unholy.

Blair crocked his head, chewing on his lower lip for a moment. Then he placed himself across the broad chest, nestling his head under Jim’s chin, running one hand up and down the side of the body, caressing Jim, the other arm trapped between them. Gaining no reaction, Blair felt the ache growing inside his chest, his heart contracting painfully, and tears filled his eyes, feeling so lonely, so unloved. He closed them in despair.

"I love you," Blair said over and over again, tears streaming down his face.

The spell was broken by the ringing phone. Jim tensed up, Blair jumped up startled.

"Jim," the sweet voice of Jolene echoed through the loft, as the answering machine picked up, "I only called to remind you of the date we have tomorrow. Don't be late. Bye" The machine piped once, then silence filled the loft. Jim threw his head into his pillow with an annoyed groan. Blair stared at his hands, balling them slowly to fists.

"No," he whispered, anger colouring his voice. Anger and something else that made Jim look up again, watching him closely. "No! NO! She can't have you! I won't let that happen!" Blair hissed, all angry again, his fists pounding down brutally on Jim's midsection punctuating each word. Unable to protect himself, Jim buckled and writhed under the assault.

Blair stopped as abruptly as had started. "Oh shit!" he cursed detecting the fast movement of Jim's throat as he swallowed, trying not to throw up with the gag still in his mouth. "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry!" Blair scrambled over, removing the gag with shaking hands, before Jim would choke to death. By some miracle he managed not to do that while gulping for air and keeping his stomach's contents where it was supposed to stay with sheer willpower. The shaking hands were back patting his face. "I'm sorry Jim, she… she made me so angry! I didn't… I never… I would never kill you!" Blair stammered in tears.

"I… know, Chief," Jim croaked between gasps, fighting to still the pain and rolling waves of sickness.

Blair looked through renewed tears at the face screwed up by pain, pain other than the one he had inflicted before. That wasn't what he had wanted to do to Jim. Never that! Hugging himself he leaned over Jim’s chest, resting his head against Jim’s neck, sobbing and murmuring "sorrysorry…" in his own agony.

"Chief, Blair," he heard Jim whispering after a while, "Chief, please remove the cuffs…I want to hold you…" Blair straightened up, blinking away his tears, a shy smile spreading over his face. Instead to reach out for the keys, he leaned over again, kissing Jim, and sobbed as he felt his kiss being answered after a brief moment of hesitation.

"No," Blair whispered calmed down again, his lips brushing against Jim's while talking, "I can’t let you go yet, I know you only doing this to lure me to false safety… and the moment I remove the cuffs, you will leave me. And won’t come back. I can’t let you do that… you are mine, and only mine…"

"Chief…" Blair cut off Jim's protest with one hand covering his mouth.

"Don't talk love," Blair whispered, "there's no need for words. I guess you don't like me much right now, but that will change, you'll see. Soon you'll be all mine and won't want anyone else in your bed beside me…" his voice sounding different from normally, deeper and seducing, hypnotising. He watched Jim's eyes and smiled, seeing them glazing over. A surge of confidence shot through his body, warming his heart, banishing the previous fear and insecurity.

"You are mine, Jim…" he kept talking, watching Jim's eyes completely loosing their focus, feeling the tension easing up, sensing the peace in the man. His confidence re-established Blair decided to raise the stakes. "Jim, you are never going to hurt me, you won't fight me back, you won't disobey me whatever I tell you to do, you will let me do to you whatever I see fit to do… do you understand?" Blair kept the even tone.

"Yes," Jim replied voice slurring, unmoving.

Blair removed his hair-tie, Jim didn't flinch as the blood rushed back into the abused testicles. He nodded, wondering briefly if Jim had dialed down the pain. "Jim, where is setting of the dials for touch?"

"Around three," Jim answered, frowning as Blair removed his body from Jim's edging away, but didn't say anything else.

"I want you to rise it to four," Blair whispered, watching Jim's reaction as he trailed the tip of his hairs against Jim's stomach, "now five… six…stay there…" he smiled observing the twitching of the stomach muscles trying to get rid of the hair, but also heard Jim's wincing as the pain from the pouncing made itself known again.

"I'm going to remove the restraints from your legs and you won't move till I tell you…" Blair watched Jim closely for any sign of resistance but it never came. Undoing the scarves he made sure to stay out of Jim's reach in any case. "Now turn on your stomach, slowly," Jim moved a bit awkwardly, and Blair guessed that the bruising stomach didn't make it easy on him, and waited for Jim to settle down. "Now I'm going to re-tie you, don't move." Swiftly he had bound Jim again, feeling more safer that way.

He moved back to his previous position between Jim's legs, this time facing his backside. He chuckled. Wordlessly he took the bottle of massage oil out from the nightstand, where Jim kept it, and poured some over his fingers. And slowly began to rub Jim's back, like he had done so many innocent times before. He moved from the lower back up to the shoulders rubbing, kneading and working out the knots. He smiled wickedly as he felt Jim relax 100% under him, even starting to hum under his breath. Blair poured some more oil over Jim's buttocks, making sure that a certain amount found it's way between. Jim made a startled sound.

"Shh, nothing to worry about," Blair crooned, enjoying his new found power over his sentinel, "you'll like it, even beg me for more, soon…" massaging the tender flesh between his fingers. Then without further warning he pushed one finger inside. Jim cried out startled and in some pain. Blair rubbed his back and ignored him otherwise, adding more fingers and stretching him. But not too much, mainly to work in the oil, to make his entering easier on both of them.

Then he applied some oil on his cock, working it into the skin, making it slick and hard before he worked his way between Jim's spread legs, getting in position to take Jim, wondering for a moment if he should worry about a condom but discarded that thought as swiftly as he had come to him. No, he needed to do it that way. But next time he would make sure to let Jim get an enema. If he liked it or not. He pressed the head of his cock against Jim’s still tight opening and began to push his way in, frowning at Jim's sounds of pain and discomfort. He paused and leaned over Jim's back. "I don't want to hear any sound from you, you are going to take me in in silence! If I hear so much as single moan or whimper other than you begging me to make you come in a whispering voice you'll regret it!"

He straightened up and finished entering Jim with one hard move. Jim didn't made a single sound, but tensed up. Blair ignored the trickle of blood as he ripped him open. He began to move slowly, but soon he couldn't stand the slow path and his thrusts became faster and harder. He made sure to hit Jim’s prostate a few times, then came with a stifled scream, filling Jim with his seed. He paused a moment to catch his breath, rubbing his hands over Jim's slick and sweaty upper body, imitating his earlier massage, still inside. He reached around, under Jim's body feeling the still half hard cock of him between his fingers, and moved his hand over it.

Jim tried to move away but there was no escape. If he tried to avoid the hand manipulating his cock he pushed Blair's deeper in his body, if he moved away from that he pushed into Bair's hand. Within moments he was rock hard and came, clenching Blair's cock, which came hard also again. Blair patted Jim's legs, and started pushing slowly again, building up his speed in a more sedated way.

Something made him circle Jim's neck with his hands. With each thrust he increased his pressure around Jim's throat, who began to gasp and trashing his head in a vain attempt to get free before he grow still. With one last thrust Blair came, Jim taking him with him over the edge, into darkness.

*****

Blair woke up first. His mouth tasted like something had died in there and his head hurt like hell. Looking around dazed he found himself resting on top of Jim’s still body. He frowned in confusion. What was he doing in Jim’s bed? Something nagged at the edge of his mind. Spotting the tied hands of Jim the memories rushed back. "What have I done?" Blair sobbed, taking in the pale face of his friend. No not friend anymore. Jim would, should hate him after what he had endured through Blair’s hands.

Seeing the dark bruises around Jim’s throat, Blair’s breath stopped. Trembling he reached up for a pulse. Finding none he bit back the sobs, frantically searching again. There it was strong and steady as ever. Crying he dropped his head for a moment, relieve flooding his mind.

Taking calming breaths he blindly reached out for the keys. Unlocking the cuffs, removing the ties, he slide from the bed, huddling up beside the bed in a tight ball, watching Jim breathing. He let his eyes wander over the sleeping body and his eyes widened at the sight of blood.

He lost it seeing the blood on his body too, the evidence that he had made Jim bleed. He stumbled down the stairs, to throw up in the bathroom, before taking a hasty shower, scrubbing his skin raw. Coming to his sense under the cold water, he fetched some water, cloths and towels, and walked back, to clean Jim up a bit. Before they had to drive to the hospital.

"Hmmm," Jim murmured, waking up the feeling something wet moving between his ass cheeks. Looking over his shoulder he stared suddenly wide awake at his roommate. "What the fuck…" he began sitting up startled, and bent over in pain.

"Don't move Jim!" Blair spoke softly, not moving from his spot, not looking at his friend.

"Take your hands from me, Sandburg," Jim hissed after a few moments of strained silence between them, slowly rolling on his back, ignoring the pain, and sat up grounding his teeth. "What the hell has gotten into you Sandburg?!" his words growing louder with each word, yelling in the end. Blair flinched, still not looking at Jim. Then without uttering a word Blair collapsed on the floor, hitting with his head the edge of the bed.

Jim rubbed his face tiredly, staring at his palms. How could he have been so blind? Not have seen that Blair loved him? The man he treasured over all, the one he thought to be unreachable? Why did he have to let him reach that stage? Where all could be lost before it was found?

He looked up as he heard Simon entering his room. He had called Simon and an ambulance after Blair had stayed unconscious, end met them downstairs full dressed, trying to hide his own injuries. But he couldn't fool his boss, and so he ended up at the hospital himself, the doctor chiding him for trying not to get medical attention. It seemed that he needed more than just rest to heal. But at no point did Jim tell who it was, leaving it to the speculation of the others.

"Jim?" Simon called out, after getting no reply from his greeting.

"Simon, sorry," Jim leaned back, wrapping one arm around his bruised abdomen in mild pain, "how is Sandburg?" He asked, while Simon took place in a chair next to him.

"He is recovering, now sleeping. Looks like somehow Sandburg managed to digest one of the latest drugs. The doc said it's nothing too dangerous, they're keeping him here to watch, letting the drug take it's course, nothing they can do now anyway anymore…" Simon trailed off watching Jim closely. Waiting for him to explain what had happened the previous night.

"That would explain his behaviour and why he collapsed at the loft," Jim murmured, keeping his voice flat, neutral, still not telling what happened in between.

"How are you? Did the Kid do this to you?" Simon leaned back with a tired sigh. How was he going to protect, when they wouldn't let him?

"Me?" Jim asked, looking at his clenched hands, "I’m going to survive."

***

Blair stared at the ceiling of his room, wondering when Simon would come to arrest him. Had Jim told him first thing? Were they waiting for him to recover before taking him away? What had made him lose his control that way?! The doctors told him he had been drugged, that it was a behaviour altering substance they never had come across before. But it was no excuse for hurting and abusing Jim like he had done.

Maybe it would be best for all if he moved away as soon as he was released. That is, if Simon didn't come and take him into custody first.


The End