Captive Games 1, by Virginia 'Virg' Vaughn
virgule@dangerous-minds.com

Disclaimers: The boys only belong to me in my twisted imagination. 
(Which is mine and only  mine.)  In RL they belong to a bunch of
suits at Paramount and UPN and their ultimate creators - Pet Fly. 

Notes:  This little PWP comes courtesy of a couple of great quips
Jane Mailander put in her posts.  She's graciously allowed me to
take the ideas and run with 'em. Many, many thanks to the gang on
ICR, with particular kudos going to the 'Midnight Consortium' and
my betas - Fortuita and Wolfling.

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Blair stumbled as he was pushed through the door.  He took
three fast steps and spun around to face the man who had
unceremoniously shoved him into the interrogation room.  Big
and dangerous looking, the cop was intimidating.  The hard
planes of his face gave nothing away as he leaned back
against the door locking it behind him.  

"So, why am I here?"  

"You tell me, punk.  Why are you here?" The neanderthal was
approaching with a menacing stare.

"You think you have all the answers don't you?"  Blair
shrugged and stared back unflinchingly.

"I don't have any answers yet, but I'm getting there."  The
hulk was grinning at him, and he didn't care for that look. 
Big-and- mean kept moving forward menacingly with every
word, forcing Blair to slowly back away.  With a start, he
realized he'd just backed into the wall.  The tall cop had
him cornered.

"You've got no place to go, you neo-hippie punk."  His
tormentor grabbed a fist full of his shirt and leaned in
until they were nose to nose.  Blair looked into the icy
blue of the cop's eyes, seeing the aggression there, and
shivered.

Then the neanderthal did the unimaginable, bending in
closer until their lips met and locked.  Blair fought his
confusion as his hands came up to the broad shoulders and
pushed hard.  It was like trying to move a concrete wall. 
Attempting another tactic, he struggled to yank his head
away, only to discover that it was held fast in an
unbreakable grip.  Eventually going limp in the ruthless
embrace, he passively allowed every recess and cavity of his
mouth to be thoroughly explored.

Finally, when he thought he'd pass out from lack of oxygen,
the big cop pulled back.  Sucking a frantic breath into his
starving lungs, Blair opened his eyes to look up at the man
who had so thoroughly plundered his mouth.  For a moment he
was lost in the bright sapphire gaze, free falling through
space and only dimly aware of how he'd gotten to this place. 
With a start, he remembered exactly where he was and who he
was with.  

"Let go of me! Man, you are in *so* much trouble here."
Blair gave a wiggle and managed to slip away from the tight
fingers buried in his hair.  Not without a certain amount of
pain; he winced as he jerked to the side and backpedaled
away from the cop.  "You can't get away with doing this! 
What the hell are you thinking?"                             
             
"What I'm thinking hippie boy, is that you can either stay
here, or I can take you downstairs and toss your ass in the
tank for a while."  The grin was back, more lecherous and
threatening than before, if that was humanly possible.  "So
what's it gonna be?  You can *cooperate* here or you can go
see if you can make some new friends, up close and
personal."

Shivers ran down his spine.  God, the son of a bitch was
evil!  What kind of choice was that, stay here with this
oversexed pig or try his chances with a bunch of unknown,
unwashed felons?  The situation was looking pretty grim. 
'Come on Sandburg, you've talked yourself out of situations
worse than this before.' His sluggish mind refused to do
more than flounder helplessly, still reeling from the power
of that bruising kiss.

"Made up your mind yet, punk?  Even someone like you can see
which is the better option."  

The man was a predator, as dangerous as any ravaging jungle
cat.  Blair found himself backing up once again; this time
his escape was cut short by the table top striking the back
of his legs.  The cop kept coming at him, placing a hand on
his chest, toppling him onto the cold, hard surface.  

Blair immediately struggled to straighten up, but the hand
on his chest held him immobile.  He gripped the forearm in
both hands, struggling to push it away.  In the midst of the
scuffle, he couldn't help but notice the substantial muscle
that flexed beneath his palms.  Definitely not the time or
the place for those kinds of thoughts.  

As if the cop was able to read his mind, he pushed forward,
shoving Blair's knees apart and grinding their pelvises
together.  "You like that hippie boy?  Don't bother denying
it, I know what you want, I can see it in your eyes."

Blinking rapidly at the flare of heat that shot through his
groin, Blair bucked hard.  "Man, get *off* of me!  You don't
know anything." 

He struggled again, but it only served to crush their bodies
together, heightening the sensations he was trying  to
disregard.  Placing his hands against the chest, which he
disconcertingly noted was just as hard as the muscular arms,
he tried shoving the cop up and away from him.

It was an exercise in futility.  His wrists were locked in
the vicelike grip of the bigger man and his arms forced over
his head.  The position arched his chest forward leaving the
two men pressed tightly together from chest to thigh. 
Unable to stop himself, he looked deeply into the frozen
wasteland of those blue eyes again.  Fire and ice, the
combination was terrifying and exhilarating making his
breath come in hard pants that had nothing to do with his
struggles.

With a throaty groan the cop dived down for another ruthless
kiss, stealing away Blair's breath and thought and will to
fight.  Opening his mouth, Blair accepted the tongue that
stroked the sensitive inner surfaces of cheek and palate and
the hard, hot lips that ground into his.  His struggles
slowed and then ceased as he let the feeling of being
possessed wash over him.  It was insane and overpowering and
beyond his ability to resist.

Belatedly, Blair realized that both his wrists were now
clasped in only one powerful hand, as the cop's other hand
worked its way between their hard-pressed groins.   The
roving hand was fumbling with his belt, working it open.  A
frisson of apprehension shot through him.  He bucked,
arching his back hard trying to dislodge the big man,
denying him access.  His struggles were fruitless, nothing
he could do would move that hard body away from his.  Worse,
the movement only served to excite his wayward libido and he
felt himself begin to harden from the friction.

With a groan of frustration he gave up.  Not only was he
fighting the attentions of the larger man,  but the demands
of his own body.  It was no use, he couldn't stop the
rhythmic thrust of his hips, could barely stop the sobbing,
needy moans that were trapped stillborn in his throat. 
Stunned, he realized that the busy fingers had opened his
jeans and were tugging at his boxers.  Suddenly his hands
were free and the body pressing into him was pulled away.  

With a hard yank, his jeans and boxers were jerked down past
his knees.  Before he could react, before he could try to
escape, his hips were caught in a firm grip as a hot mouth
descended on his unwillingly hardened cock.  His hands moved
to the buzz cut head with the intention of pushing it away,
but once his fingers were entangled in the soft fur, he
could only draw it closer.  Blair's moans rose louder,
becoming a constant thrum, as he pulled the fiery suction
closer, lifting his hips to drive his aching erection deep
into the source of his pleasure.

The firm hands on his hips kept him from finding the depth
he was seeking.  The lips caressed and teased, the tongue
lapped and licked and tormented . . . it was driving him
insane.  No, it was driving him closer and closer to the
edge.  Suddenly the tempo changed as the tormenting mouth
increased the suction and pace.  Each stroke buried his cock
deep in the back of the big man's throat, while the muscles
there caressed the sensitive head beyond bearing.  With a
scream, Blair bucked furiously, his muscles tightening as
cascades of pleasure sent shock waves through him. Spasm
after spasm rocked him, while he pumped his culmination down
the throat of the cop kneeling at his feet.

Dazed and disoriented, his mind floated aimlessly.  Blair
barely felt the careful arms that surrounded him, the gentle
hands that replaced his clothing, fastening his jeans and
belt.  He limply allowed himself to be placed back on his
feet.

"Chief, you still with me, babe?"

"Yeah, just give me a minute to regroup big guy." His voice
was still deep and muzzy with post coital relaxation.        
        

"Guess, I don't need to ask if it was good for you."  The
underlying chuckle made Blair smile up into the eyes shining
with love and devotion.  

"Are you sure no one heard us?"

The Sentinel tilted his head, a blank look stealing over
his face showing his concentration on far away sounds. 

"Nope."

Quietly, they made their way out of the interrogation room,
through the maze of night darkened offices that made up the
Major Crimes unit and onto the elevator.  

Leaning back against the wall, Jim shot him a quick glance. 
"Um, Chief, mind if I ask you a question?"  

"Sure, Jim.  What is it?"

"Why is it . . . I mean why do you? . . ."

"Come on tough guy you can spit it out."

"Seriously, why do you always want me playing some kind of
knuckle dragging cave man?"  Jim looked at him ruefully. 

Laughter bubbled up into Blair's throat.  He had to
ruthlessly push it down, biting hard on his lower lip to
keep it from escaping.  Blair waited for the ping of the
elevator indicating they were on the garage level, before he
answered. Taking off through the opening doors, he called
back over his shoulder.   

"Just trying to keep you in character big guy."        

                          
                        End for now