Name: Silence

Author: Sidhewolf

Fandom: Sentinel

Pairing: Jim/Blair

Rating:

Category: A/U

Warning/Note: please be aware, this story is probably what you might call 'very dark'. But don't let the beginning fool you. I think it has a happy ending.

When I asked Peja about posting to the list, she said I would know whether to warn folks of it being a 'death' story. I had to laugh. Umm, well, no. I don't know if it is or not. In my mind, it's not, but then others might think differently. It is about vampires.

Also be aware, the story does get rough. But I always thought it had a happy ending.

These characters are not mine. I just used them for my own imagination.

Archive: Yes, I'm willing to have it archived. (Finally, after all these years!)

Silence
by Sidhewolf

He unlocked the door and reverently laid the keys into the small basket which stood beside the
threshold. After placing the cardboard box he carried gently on the couch, Blair Sandburg returned to the door, closing it and locking it in silence.

Silence.

The loft was silent. It made Blair smile, but the smile was one which would have chilled the
blood of anyone who knew the man. It held none of the essence which was Blair Sandburg.
None of the joy of life. None of the enthusiasm which was a part of his being. It was a cold,
lifeless smile which assured an end to the pain he knew he was not strong enough to carry alone.

There was no welcome from his lover of two years. No snide comment on how his day had
been or why he had returned so late this afternoon. Jim was gone. Never coming back.

Jim Ellison was dead.

From the balcony, the last rays of the dying sun managed to filter through the shades, but Blair
didn’t notice. His life had ended a week ago when Jim’s body had been discovered in a dark
alley, pale and cold, devoid of blood and stiff in the finality of death. There had been no miracle
for Jim. No return. His death was irrevocable.

Major crimes had pulled every man to try and find a clue as to what had happened, but to no
avail. When Simon had broken the news to the young detective, Blair had refused to believe it.
He had continued to tell Simon there had been a mistake, that Jim was alive and well and simply
waiting until the time was safe to return and explain the meaning of the body which had been found. But Jim had not returned, and when the funeral had come and gone Blair was finally faced
with the inconceivable idea that he was alone for the rest of his life.

Simon had been watchful. He had stayed with Blair throughout the preparations and the funeral.
He and a few of the others in Major Crimes had set up a sort of suicide watch to make sure
Sandburg did nothing to harm himself. But Blair was not stupid. He knew they were watching,
and he had managed to get through all the traditions of a police funeral with enough tears to convince anyone he had spilt his grief and was now ready to continue on with what was left of his
life. Only Simon was still hesitant to let the young man return alone to the loft which he and Jim had shared as friends, partners and later, lovers.

But Blair had kept up his end of the deal and called Simon every few hours that first night. He
had assured Simon he was alright and made arrangements to meet him early the next morning to
clear out the few personal items Jim kept in his desk.

They had put him on leave after Jim’s death, and they had taken his gun. God, he had hated that
gun from the moment it had been issued. But it was his only means to remaining as Jim’s partner,
so he had accepted it, knowing that he would do so willingly, just as he had given up his life and his dissertation. Anything to remain beside the man he loved.

And now that gun was all he needed and they had taken it from him. But Blair was not stupid.
Under the pretense of clearing out Jim’s desk, he had calmly placed Jim’s loaded back-up service revolver at the bottom of the box which now sat in the center of the couch. No one had even noticed.

For now, the revolver could wait just a little longer. He had a few things yet to do before he needed it.

Quietly Blair walked through the loft. He began by visiting the room which had been his for the
first few years of their partnership. It had now been turned into an office which held his computer
and several file cabinets containing papers for both he and his lover. Bending to pull open the bottom drawer, Blair pulled out the will which he and Jim had drawn up only six months ago. Pulling his glasses from his front shirt pocket, Blair scanned the document and then smiled his cold smile once again.

Most everything would go to Stephen. After Naomi’s death the previous year, Stephen had been the logical choice in case they both died at the same time. They had talked about leaving things to Jim’s father, but after their last attempt to meet with the man, and his attitude when they had tried to tell him of their relationship, they both realized it was a mistake to try and continue any communication with William Ellison. Stephen, on the other hand, had been not only happy for them, but helpful in guiding them to people who were able to carry out their wishes in regards to their chosen lifestyle.

Blair slid behind the desk and booted his computer. It only took moments to wipe all records from his desktop and hard drive. Slowly, one by one, he destroyed an entire box of disks which held all his knowledge of Sentinel/Guide relationships. Then he pulled a post-it note pad from his desk and scribbled a short note to Simon. It was then that the tears began to fall again.

He told Simon how much he appreciated his friendship, and how sorry he was to have to end things like this.

"But Simon, you and I both know I can’t live without Jim. He was my life. Without him, I don’t even want to try."

He signed the note, ‘Your friend always, Blair’ and left it with the will.

Next Blair walked through the loft to their kitchen. How many times had he and Jim shared this space? How many meals had they fixed together? How many arguments had they hashed out and settled here?

Blair opened the refrigerator and took the milk bottle from the top shelf. He removed the lid and
listened as the milk glugged down the drain where he emptied it. Next he removed the algae shake which he had blended while Simon was staying with him. He hadn’t touched it then, and he had no plans to touch it any time in the future.

Scanning the shelves one last time, he realized there was nothing which would suffer if it were left. He gently closed the door and turned to scan the loft one last time.

Silence.

The chilling smile returned. But this time there was also a sense of relief. Blair forced himself to
breathe as he crossed the loft and reached into the box on the sofa. The gun fit into his hand perfectly. The cool steel felt welcome and he drew in another deep breath and closed his eyes.
Softly he let the breath escape his lungs and even heard the word which came with it, unbidden.
"Jim."

Silence.

It was time.

Blair held the gun in his right hand and let his arm swing lightly as he climbed the stairs to their
bedroom. It was their room now. Had been for two years. And they were the most glorious two years of his life. Yes, there had been pain. But when he thought about it, he realized the happiness which he and Jim had shared had made that pain meaningless.

Major crimes had not accepted their personal relationship with anything like approval. They had
fought long and hard to remain together as partners. If it hadn’t been for Simon, they would have
been separated almost immediately. Yes, Simon was a good friend. Then there had been the way Jim’s father had reacted and only a little later, Naomi’s sudden death in an automobile accident.

Okay, so the loft had seen it’s share of pain for them in this last two years, but Blair smiled when he came to the top step of the stairs. It had also held their happiness. Their bed was made. Not slept in since Jim’s death. He had stayed on the couch downstairs since Simon had brought him here. And suddenly he so wanted to have Sentinel senses. If he did, then maybe he would still be able to smell Jim in the sheets.

Silence.

The pain of it made him tremble.

Quietly, Blair toed his shoes off, then bent, picked them up and took them to the closet where his
others sat. Next he removed his socks and shirt, placing them in the hamper. Jim would be proud.

Finally he unzipped his pants and slid them and the boxers off his hips. These, too, entered the hamper. Maybe he should do the wash? But after looking into the wicker basket which held a
few pieces of their soiled clothes, he again realized that what was there would be fine as it was.
His responsibility was done. It had ended when Jim had died, alone and without him there for
comfort.

Blair pulled the spread down to the bottom of the bed. Then he leaned forward and pulled back
the sheets which they had shared. Jim had died on a Wednesday. Laundry day was Thursday.
The sheets should still smell of him, feel of him, but Blair was not the Sentinel. He could not sense his love beside him as he slid between the soft, cold sheets.

He laid Jim’s gun beside him instead.

Silence.

He picked it up and put the barrel to his temple. Somehow, it wasn’t right.If he jerked at the last moment, he would end up not killing himself. And Blair refused to even imagine the thought of living the rest of his life as a vegetable in some institution.

So he would eat it. Opening his mouth, Blair stuck the barrel in, but it somehow felt all wrong.
Wasn’t it the ‘policeman’s way’ to eat his gun? Blair had never felt like a ‘policeman’. Too much of Naomi in him for that. He grinned around the cold steel and his teeth grazed against it, causing a metallic taste to fill his mouth. No, he couldn’t do it like this. He had done his detective job to be with Jim and he had done it well, but he had never been a policemen.

So he brought the barrel of the gun to rest against that soft spot under his chin.

There. This was better. His finger could press the trigger, and if he aimed the gun up, toward the
back of his skull, then there would be no chance he would live. Blair closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

There was only silence.

He smiled and his finger began to pull back against the resistance that was the trigger of Jim’s
gun.

And he froze. A voice cut through the darkening room and it halted him as if some form of paralysis had suddenly invaded his body.

"Don’t do it, Blair. Not like this."

"Jim?"

"I’m here, Blair."

"Oh, God! Jim! You’re dead!"

"Well, yes and no."

Blair let the hand with the gun drop limply into his lap. He still had his glasses on from his work
on the computer, so there was no way he could be wrong. The figure which stood in front of him
was Jim Ellison, or a very close parody.

Blair couldn’t contain a sob.

"I saw you. In the casket. I saw you dead, Jim!"

Unable to continue, he left the gun laying in his lap and reached both arms up toward the figure
which stood beside the bed. And Jim’s hard, cold body suddenly filled his empty arms, pulling him close at it leaned over the bed. Blair’s sobs turned to wails. He pulled the man he loved to his chest and wept.

Blair wasn’t sure how long he was suspended in the heaven which was his lover’s arms. Only
later, after he had no tears left, did he hear the gentle words which Jim had whispered the entire
time. "I’m so sorry, Chief. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think it would be like this. I’m so sorry."

Finally Blair looked up into the eyes of the man he loved more than life itself. This was his Jim, but there was something different. This Jim Ellison was pale and cold. And he somehow seemed even stronger than the Detective Jim Ellison who had been his lover. The man now holding him on the bed was the epitome of the Protector of the City. He almost seemed to shine with an unearthly glow in the darkening room.

Blair pulled back to look into eyes that were filled with such sadness it almost broke his heart to see them. Softly he began to run his hands up and down the cold arms which still held him tightly.

"Jim? Talk to me, man. What’s happening? What’s going on here?"

Jim turned his head and pulled away. He stood and walked across the bedroom to stand beside the one window on the far wall.

"Blair, I’m going to tell you what happened to me, and I know it’s going to sound really strange. But I’ve never lied to you. So what I’m saying is the truth. On the night I di...on that night, I
was in this alley looking for clued for the Prescott case. I thought I heard a noise so I want to the
very end of the alley. But when I got there, I found..." Ellison hesitated. "Oh, God, Blair. This is hard."

Blair pushed himself from the bed and went to stand behind his lover. He pressed his naked body against Jim’s back and brought his arms around to lightly press against his lover’s breasts, leaning his cheek between Jim’s shoulder blades.

"It’s okay, Jim. Just tell me what happened."

Jim took a deep breath and let it out, steadying himself. "There was something there. But I couldn’t tell exactly what it was at first. Even with the senses, everything was messed up. And then suddenly it was there in front of me. And I knew exactly what I was looking at. Blair, do you believe in vampires?"

"Oh, God!"

"Don’t freak on me, Blair. Just let me try to explain. At first I was so scared, I couldn’t move. I
mean, I’m ex-Black op, military trained, and I still just froze. But there was something that seemed to get through that fear and I had no other choice than to listen. This ‘thing’ started to communicate with me, Blair. And suddenly it all began to make so much sense.

"You see, the Sentinel of the Tribe was really a spirit, and the spirit was a protector, and the protector was..."

"A vampire?"

Jim was quiet for a moment. Then he continued. "The sentinel powers are given to a person with the genetic make-up to possess them. They live their life learning to work with these senses and then, when the time is right..."

"Oh shit, Jim. Are you a vampire?"

Jim turned in Blair’s embrace. "I’m so, so sorry, Blair. But I had to let them take me. It’s time for me to become the Sentinel of the City, and I can only do that by being the spirit that can protect. I had to let them take me." There were no tears. Vampires can’t cry. But the pain and sadness in Jim’s eyes told Blair all he needed to know.

"So what about the Guide? What about me? Don’t you need me, now that you’ve been called into this job of protector? Am I, like, some kind of left-over from last night’s dinner now? Something that might have helped while you were on this side, but no longer of any use now that you’re..." Blair’s voice rose and cracked.

"I’m so sorry, Blair. I miss you so much."

The tears spilled from Blair’s eyes and rolled down his cheeks. "Then why the hell did you stop me, man? I can’t live here without you."

Quicker than he thought possible, Blair pushed Jim’s cold body away from him and dived toward
the gun he had left lying on the bed. His hand settled around the grip and he brought it back in place beneath his chin, turning to face Ellison. "If what I was meant to help you do is finished, and I can’t be with you any longer, then I don’t want to live. Can’t you understand that, Jim? I love you more than life. Always have. Always will. I’ve given everything to you, and without you, I’m nothing. I don’t want to live if I can’t be with you."

He closed his eyes.

Blair, don’t! There is a way."

Blair’s eyes snapped open.

"I told them when they took me, I wouldn’t go without you. They said they couldn’t make that
decision. That you were the only one capable of deciding your fate. But, if you let me, I can bring you over to be with me forever. We can do this together, Blair. They even agreed that we were sort of a special case. They said they had never seen a Sentinel/Guide pair like us. At first, I wouldn’t even consider doing this to you, but then tonight, when you were so close to...Oh, God, Blair. I miss you so much." Jim’s voice trembled.

Slowly, Blair laid the gun back on the bed. Both men took three steps and met in the center of the loft bedroom where they had spent the closest times of their lives together.

"Jim, I love you. I want to be with you forever. Always. Don’t you EVER leave me again. Take me with you, Jim. Please. Don’t leave me here alone."

As he spoke, Blair reached again for his lover and this time Jim accepted his embrace. "Will we
still be able to...I mean, can we...?"

"Fuck? Yes, but it will be different. Same climax, but a little different method." Jim smiled and
Blair couldn’t help but notice the sharp tips of the two canine teeth which glistened in the space
where his lips were parted.

"Oh, God, Jim. Take me."

In one mighty swoop, Jim picked up Blair and crossed the bedroom. He bent and laid his love on the bed, carefully removing his glasses, then slowly began to unbutton his own shirt. He pushed Blair’s shoes off and then his socks, much as Blair had done only a short time ago. Then he reached down to unzip his pants, which fell, unhindered, to the floor. Only his boxers remained. Blair watched every move, barely breathing.

With a sudden smile, Jim gathered his discarded clothes and put them with Blair’s, inside the hamper. And suddenly it seemed to Blair as if a time/motion warp occurred, and Jim was kneeling beside him on their bed.

Reaching out, Blair let his hands touch Jim’s shoulders. He felt the cold, hard muscles bunch and
tense as he slowly kneaded them. Letting his hands fall slowly, he brushed both of Jim’s nipples and couldn’t help but gasp at the reaction. The tiny buds hardened in an instant, and Blair lightly
circled them with the opened palms of his hands, still scarcely touching the little buds.

Jim’s skin remained cold to the touch, but Blair continued to explore. His hands dropped to the
waistband of the boxers, and he pulled the front forward while pushing them down, in order to
free Jim’s still flaccid cock. Stopping to look at his lover’s face, Blair smiled to see Jim’s eyes
were closed and his head was tilted back. There was no sign of breath coming from that cold,
still chest.

"Blair," Jim whispered, and then pulled away just a little. "Blair, you have to listen to me before
we do this. You have to understand. I’m going to try and make this okay for you, but there’s no
way it’s not going to hurt. I don’t want it to hurt you, but there’s nothing I can do to make it
painless..."

Blair pressed two fingers against Jim’s lips.

"Stop. I’ll be with you when it’s over? Forever?"

"Yes."

"Then do whatever you need to do. I want this. Please, Jim. Take me.
Now."

Blair leaned forward to capture those cold lips and try to comfort them with the warmth of his
own. He boldly pushed past them until his tongue probed into the hesitant mouth behind. It was
surprisingly warm and Blair strained to taste the lover he knew so well once again. The taste was there. That same taste he had craved for what seemed like all his life. But now there was even more. Pushing harder, exploring bolder, he ran his tongue up along the teeth that were so different from the ones he knew. Their edges were razor-sharp. Blair became daring and pressed his questing tongue against the right canine tip, forcefully.

There was the tiniest of stings, and then suddenly his tongue was sucked brutally toward the back
of Jim’s throat and powerful hands grabbed the back of his head, holding it in place as those shape teeth scored his tongue and blood began to flow freely. Jim moaned as if in pain and began to suck the bleeding tongue harder, swallowing urgently. Blair almost panicked, but then allowed himself to relax in Jim’s grip. This was what he wanted. This was what he had asked for and he would not push Jim away now.

The pain in his mouth sharpened and the blood from the sharp teeth flowed freely. Blair knew he was taking the first step on a life where he and his love would never be parted. He impulsively
pushed his tongue deeper into Jim’s throat, offering. A infinitesimal moan of pain escaped his own throat and the suction was immediately halted.

"Oh, God, Blair. Don’t."

But the pain was all but forgotten as Blair stared at Jim’s suddenly responsive cock. Before, Jim’s cock had only lay slack at his groin. But with the first taste of Blair’s blood coursing through his body, it had grown and swelled far larger than Blair could ever remember. Realization hit and Blair moaned again.

"You need blood? To come?"

"Yes."

"Will I be the same?"

"Yes."

"And if I can’t, you know, if I can’t ‘take’ the blood..."

"You will."

"But, I’ll always be with you?"

"Yes."

Blair hesitated for only a second. "So what do I do now."

Jim slowly pushed Blair back onto the pillows. Snagging one, he gently raised his lover’s hips and placed it underneath. "This part you already know." Jim smiled. "I’ll need the lube. As you can see, I guess I’ve become even more ‘endowed’ in that area than before they took me. But I’m afraid, like tears, precum is just not a part of your normal, everyday vampire." Jim’s lips twitched in a sarcastic smile.

Blair reached into the night stand and pulled out the tube of KY they used. "It’s nearly gone, Jim."

"That’s okay, Chief. This will be the last time we’ll have to use it. After this, there’ll be no need."

Suddenly, Blair’s whole body began to tremble. Jim froze in position.

"Blair?"

"I’m scared, Jim. I’m so scared. But I want you so much. Please just do what you need to do so I can be with you."

Jim leaned forward and brushed Blair’s warm lips with his own cold ones. He refused to open enough for Blair’s slightly bleeding tongue to enter his mouth, but he lightly ran his own across
Blair’s warm, soft lips.

"Soon, Chief. Very soon now. I need to stretch you one last time. After this, we’ll never need to do this again. But this last time, I don’t want to hurt you any more than is necessary."

"Can I watch?"

Jim pulled another pillow beneath Blair’s head and shoulders, which propped him into an almost
U-shape. Then, he drew Blair’s buttocks onto his own thighs and pushed his legs opened wide.
Blair’s cock stood straight and tall, and Jim allowed himself the luxury of dipping his head to run his tongue through the clear fluid which oozed from the tip. He kept his teeth sheathed inside his lips.

Starting at that leaking tip, Jim slowly ran one lubed finger all the way down, following the heavy
vein, rolling the furred balls, and on back to the tiny pucker which blinked in anticipation. Carefully, gently, Jim circled that opening with his finger, then pressed in until Blair’s body opened and accepted it almost gratefully.

At Blair’s moan, Jim’s eyes traveled to his face. He gasped when he saw the slack lips and the
small trickle of blood which ran from one corner of Blair’s mouth. Unable to wait, he pushed in
the second finger, almost too soon, and felt Blair’s body tense. But the tautness soon eased, and
Jim slid a third finger into the hole, turning and twisting to widen it for his now aching cock. Jim began a constant finger-fucking and Blair moaned continually. Finally he stopped and Blair cried
out, almost in pain with the loss of movement.

"Are you ready, Chief? It’s time."

"Oh, God, Jim. Take me. NOW!"

Jim pulled his fingers from the convulsing hole and wiped them across the sheets. His own cock
was huge now, distended with need, almost frightening, even to him. The blood from Blair’s tongue had stimulated him beyond his wildest thoughts. Jim could again feel the pulse of life in his dick as he fisted it, covering it with the last of the lube. He brought it to lay against the writhing opening.

"I’m coming in, Blair. All in one stroke, so be ready."

Saying that, Jim let his cold fingers sink into Blair’s warm hips to hold him still. He lunged, forced himself in and sheathed in one long, solid motion. The horribly engorged organ disappeared completely into Blair’s body and Blair’s lungs expelled all their air in a scream of pain that shook the very air in the loft.

The scent of fresh blood surged through Jim’s sense of smell and it took every restraint he had to
stop all movement. For long moments Blair lay still, lax in unconsciousness. Jim remained quiet, zoning on the droplets of blood with oozed from Blair’s mouth. There was silence throughout the loft.

Then Blair’s eyes flickered, and the first thing he saw was Jim. The pain was beyond anything he
had ever known, but the fact that Jim had zoned on something...what?...his blood?...outweighed even that. Blair unclenched his fists from where they clutched the rumpled sheets and brought
them up, reaching for Jim’s unresponsive face. The movement brought horrible cramps in his stomach and he suddenly realized that even he could smell the stench of blood. Looking down at
Jim’s enormous cock impaling him completely, he realized, as if in a trance, that something was damaged beyond repair inside him.

But Jim was the one in danger now. Blair realized even though Jim was now a vampire, he still
needed Blair to control his Sentinel abilities. Taking a deep breath and biting down on the groan of pain it caused his ruptured insides, Blair pushed himself up, impaling himself harder on Jim’s pulsing cock. He had to grab Jim’s shoulders to keep from slipping back to the bed in pain but soon was sitting, still impaled, in Jim’s lap.. Stolidly, Blair tried not to notice as the blood began to drip from around his distended hole and onto the pubic hair at Jim’s groin. Quietly, and in his most guide-controlled voice, Blair whispered the name he so cherished.

"Jim. Jim. Come back to me, Jim."

And Jim came back. He jerked physically, and the spasm of his engorged cock inside Blair’s
torn body sent spikes of pain through the young detective. But he refused to let the dancing black spots which floated in front of his eyes distract him from the need to center and guide his lover.

Taking another hard-fought breath, he leaned forward and bent to run his strangely cool lips across the now warm nipples which stood in tiny peeks on Jim’s chest. Jim’s groan of pleasure
vibrated through his body and Blair nearly fell into darkness when Jim suddenly shoved his cock
again, even deeper inside his body.

"Oh, fuck, Blair. You feel so good."

Slowly, Blair pulled himself straight. Sitting as he was, impaled on Jim’ massive cock, he was now eye to eye with his lover.

"I love you so much Jim. Please finish this. I’m not sure I can take this pain too much longer, and all of a sudden it seems so cold. Please, Jim, end it. Make it stop hurting. Please?"

Blue eyes met blue eyes, and Blair watched as Jim’s now moist tongue curled out to dampen
previously parched lips. Leaning forward to trail his own wounded tongue over those now warm, wet lips caused another cramp to explode through Blair’s belly. His muscles tensed from the pain and clenched around the huge cock embedded in his ass. Jim responded with another shove that took the breath from Blair yet again. But the warm lips felt soothing as they slowly slid along his cold cheeks and the warm, damp tongue soothed as it gently came to rest at his icy throat, mouthing and sucking the delicate skin there.

*I can feel your heart beating, Blair. Do you give yourself to me of your own free will?*

He was dizzy and so very weak, unable to comprehend at first, but then Blair suddenly realized the words had not been spoken, but simply thought. That was good, because at the moment, he had no strength, between the pain in his gut and the damage inside his body, to say anything.

Okay, if Jim could do it, then he could do it, too. Trying to distance himself from the frailty and pain of his slowly dying body, Blair Sandburg concentrated on a connection which he knew had been between them all along, but which he had, until now, never been able to open. And suddenly it was there, as simple as one plus one. Suddenly there was no more need for words of any kind.

*Yours, Jim. All yours, forever.*

Time seemed to slow. Blair felt Jim’s hot tongue as it slowly swirled in gentle, wet circles across
his rapidly pulsing throat. It dipped into the little hollow in the center of his neck, then spiraled around his Adam’s apple, stopping long enough to caress and suck gently. His mouth was a desert and the urge to swallow overpowered him. Blair shivered as he swallowed and the sucking became stronger, following the bobbing protrusion up then down again in it’s pattern.

The tongue moved again, sucking gently as it made it’s way to that special place right beneath his ear. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, and when Jim sucked the lobe into his wet mouth and hooked a barbed tooth through the twin rings which dangled there, Blair couldn’t help the grunting moan which escaped. The tremor traveled through his whole body, setting him trembling and opening his ass even wider to the encroaching cock nested there.

Then the tongue wandered back to that part of his throat which was stretched taut. That little place where the beat was frantically trying to fight off the shock and blood loss invading the rest
of his body. And suddenly it was all as clear as glass. Blair knew it was finally time.

He felt the first, almost painless prick as the two incredibly sharp teeth made their way through
the tight skin. It was okay at first, but within seconds, Blair felt the sharp pain as they thrust deeper and found the throbbing artery that carried his life’s blood. Yet the sharp surge halted one last time before piercing that final barrier. It was suddenly difficult to breathe, the teeth pressing unpleasantly against his windpipe, closing off much of his air. Blair felt lightheaded.

*Are you sure? I can still stop and you can continue to live your life here. You can go back to the University, finish what you started but gave up for me so long ago. Are you sure, my love? You have to be sure.*

And somehow, he found the strength to raise his heavy arms and place his cold hands on either side of Jim’s motionless face. He only paused for an instant, then pushed his throat firmly against
those knife-like teeth while pulling Jim’s head forward into the pulsing artery in the same motion. The sensation was overwhelming. Jim’s teeth instinctively plunged into that fountain of life and his powerful, warm hands began to lift and pound Blair’s impaled body onto his swelling cock.

And for Blair, it all suddenly became a surreal dream. The logical part of his brain took it’s last stand and tried to analyze what was now happening to him. He felt the shock and tug of sudden,
enormous blood loss on his heart, slowing the organ as it fought to keep up with the unstoppable drain as blood was rapidly suctioned away. He felt the tearing as his lower body opened completely to the enormous cock which ruptured one after another of his organs.

And he felt the sudden euphoria when his own wilted cock sprang back to life as if it had some hidden agenda of it’s own in this little scenario. That’s when the unendurable pain shifted into a
blinding, building orgasm. Blair tried to throw his head back even further in an attempt to give
Jim that much more opportunity to empty him.

His straining cock exploded in a volcano, ripping the last of the heat from his freezing body. He
abruptly became one with Jim. And as Jim sucked and pounded, draining him of all that was life,
Blair suddenly felt every sense and cell of his lover become his own. In that same moment, all that had been his became Jim’s. The picture of a mandala which Naomi had possessed once sprang to mind. Yin and Yang, both parts of a whole; neither existing alone. Yin and Yang. Blair and Jim. Forever, one and the same.

His dying body jerked in one final orgasmic spasm at the same moment Jim pumped his own stolen essence back into it. Then only Jim’s teeth, buried in his pale throat, held his limp body
upright, as blue eyes rolled, sightless, to the back of his head.

A final drop of Blair’s life blood hung for a second at the corner of Jim’s moist lips, before teeth released their hold and the sodden tongue licked it away. Icy lips mouthed the name ‘Jim’, but the breath was too soft to carry it, even to Sentinel senses. Blair’s valiant heart struggled and gave one final beat before it stilled, and the last infinitesimal breath of air escaped quietly from the cold body crumpled in Jim’s arms.

Jim Ellison silently pulled his slowly shrinking cock from his lover’s cold body. Holding the lifeless figure to his naked chest, he bent to touch the pale forehead against his own, waiting patiently for those blue eyes to open once more.

Silence filled the loft. Time forgot to move and finally, soft blue eyes flickered opened again.

End