Title: The Power of the Shaman

Author: Helen/ Batty

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: J/B

Warnings: None

Spoilers: Not really

Summary: First time/ Blair asserts himself

Archive: Yes

Beta: Many thanks to Carol her help and advice, any and all remaining mistakes are mine.

by Helen aka Batty
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Jim stood on the balcony and looked out over the city, his city. He felt as if part of his soul had been torn away when Incacha died. Even though they had been separated by thousands of miles he had always felt the solid presence somewhere deep inside. Now it was gone.forever, and he was alone again. How could Blair understand what it was to be a Shaman. Sure he could study it, define it, probably write a dissertation on it, but to actually 'be' a Shaman? Only Jim's time with the Chopec had taught him just what that meant, more than friendship, much more. Blair would do his best, he would never do less, and he certainly had helped Jim to control his senses, but he could never be a Shaman. Incacha had demanded his heart and soul, forced him to yield with a power that Jim had never experienced before. In the end he had given himself willingly. How could Blair do that? He had no idea why Incacha had told Blair he was the Shaman, perhaps he had no choice as he was dying, but in all the time he had lived with Blair he had shown no such power. Much as he loved the man, and longed to take him as a lover, he was no Shaman.

He turned back into the loft to find Blair regarding him with a strange, almost expectant expression. Jim pushed a smile onto his face, "See you tonight. I'll be back about eight."

Blair didn't return the smile; he just nodded. Jim felt slightly uncomfortable as he shut the loft door, as if he had missed something important.

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Jim heard the music as he came to the door, and his nostrils flared as he caught the faint whiff of incense. His nostrils flared as he opened the door, trying to identify the unusual aromas that filled the air, and his eyes were drawn instantly to the top of the loft stairs. He felt his heart give a lurch. The only light came from flickering candles, and the dancing shadows they created threw the stillness of his Guide into sharp relief. Blair was never still.

"Come to me - now!"

Blair's voice was forceful, demanding immediate obedience. Jim found himself moving towards his Guide even as his mind fought the surrender of control.

As he reached the top stair Blair seized his shirt, pulling him off balance, and pushed him back on to the bed. He gazed into searing blue eyes that sparked with such raw lust he felt his face flush. It was a long time since anyone had looked at him with this sort of hunger, and he shivered at the look of triumph on Blair's face. Blair leaned down and deliberately ran his tongue over Jim's lips. "Mine!" he whispered.

Jim couldn't catch enough breath to reply, but it didn't seem Blair expected one. He pushed Jim's hands into the pillow above his head.

"Don't move!" he hissed in warning as he straddled Jim's hips, pinning him to the bed. Jim lay there, every muscle rigid with tension as Blair's fingers moved lightly over his body. Somehow his shirt was undone and he groaned as waves of pleasure shot through him as his Guide's hands caressed the exposed flesh. Jim concentrated on breathing as he fought to stop his body arching into the sensuous touch. Then the weight lifted from him and in a moment his jeans were ripped away, exposing him totally. Blair stepped back, and turned his back to the bed. Jim still did not move, but he felt a terrible sense of loss as his Guide moved away.

His hands gripped the rail at the head of the bed. He lay silently and watched as Blair slowly stripped off his clothes, letting each piece fall to the floor, one by one. His eyes were closed, and his face totally relaxed as he swayed to the rhythm of the drums and guitar. Jim felt his cock swelling as he watched the candlelight flicker over the swaying body as more and more skin was exposed. He couldn't suppress a moan of desire when his Guide's body was at last totally naked, and Blair moved his hands over the warm tanned skin.

"Please, Blair, please."

He felt so alone. His cock was dripping precome from its glistening tip, but Blair seemed unaware of him and danced on, sliding his hands over his chest and playing with his nipples. Jim almost zoned as he watched them tighten into small pebble hard mounds. Blair moved his hands down across his stomach, dropping his head back and swinging his hair to the seductive beat. Jim longed to run his fingers through the hair, and he shut his eyes for a moment imagining how the curls would feel as they touched his skin.

Blair's skin gleamed in the candlelight now, a sheen of sweat covering his body. He moved constantly, his body one with the rhythm of the drum. Jim caught his breath as the memories flooded back of nights in Peru, when Incacha had danced just like this in the firelight. In that moment Blair spun and faced him.

"Who do you belong to?"

No hesitation.

"You, Blair, only you."

Blair knelt between his legs, spreading them apart.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You." He could barely speak.

Blair seized his legs and pushed them back. Jim tried to relax, his heart pounding so hard he could hardly breathe as Blair pressed his erection against him with only the slick warmth of his precome to ease entry.

"Mine!"

He gasped as Blair pushed into him.

"Mine!"

Blair pushed further in and Jim bit back a cry.

"Mine!"

With a final thrust Blair filled him, and Jim breathed hard dealing with the pain as his body adjusted to the intrusion.

Blair's face was savage, primal. Again and again he thrust, taking possession of his Sentinel, and Jim surrendered to his Shaman. Blair's face flickered and changed and for a moment it was Incacha who rode him as he had so many years ago. Then it was Blair again, and Jim was filled with a fierce joy as he gave himself, body and soul into Blair's care.

And Blair knew immediately. His expression softened and the ferocity of his attack faded. He leant forward and gazed into Jim's eyes, an expression of pure joy transforming his face.

Blair began to move again, but this time Jim knew he was taken as a lover, a partner. He closed his eyes and gave himself totally, unreservedly to his Guide. He felt Blair's hand close around his swollen cock and fire shot through him as Blair matched the thrust of his hips with the movement of his hand. Moments later he came, his juices spraying up onto his stomach and chest as he felt the warmth of Blair coming deep inside him.

The lids opened languidly and the sated blue eyes met his, "Mine" whispered Blair, love and power filling that simple word with a thousand different meanings on a thousand different levels.

Jim wanted to say that he understood, that he gave himself willingly and completely to his lover, his Guide, his Shaman, that with his surrender he gained more than he had ever thought possible in his life. He lifted his head, lips parted, and lost himself in the taste and feel of a kiss so loving and consuming that his whole body trembled. He could only manage one word, but it held his heart and soul.

"Always."

THE END