Disclaimer: I did not create Jim, Blair or Naomi, and I have no
rights to them.

Notes:
Some things about the way people are, are their own 
responsibility.  Some aren't.  This is about one that isn't.
Do Jim and Blair have sex in this story? Yes.  Is this
story about Jim and Blair having sex? No.  

Warnings: Rape.  It isn't pleasant.  Parentage.  It isn't pleasant.
!!!!m/f!!!! If a combination of rape and m/f is more than your 
little heart can stand, then run for the hills, my lovelies.

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ING: RAPE STORY.  NON-CONSENSUAL SEX.  WARNING: RAPE STORY.  NON-CONSE
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Without Asking
Fortuita James

Jim lay back on the bed and Blair crouched beside him.  He stretched 
a hand towards Jim's chest.

"Can I?"

"Yessss," Jim hissed, and felt Blair lightly caress him.  The 
caresses continued, slowly driving him out of his mind.  Every now 
and then, his lover hesitated for a moment.  Each time, Jim would 
instinctively reach down and reassure him with a touch, a light 
connection.  

When Jim was somewhat recovered he turned his amused eyes on Blair.  
"It isn't like we haven't done all this before, Sandburg."

Blair was slipping into sleep.  His tired mind partially processed 
the Sentinel's words.  Just as consciousness ebbed away, he 
responded.  "Can't touch without asking..."

Jim opened his eyes a little wider.  His brain was muzzy, but that 
seemed like a strange thing to say.  He gradually relaxed to join 
his partner in sleep, but the words stayed with him.  "Never...  
without asking."

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"No! You can't!"

She bucked back, twisting at the waist to turn and claw.  She 
couldn't get any leverage; her knees were slipping out from 
underneath her.  

She tossed her head back and felt it impact on something.  A moment
of victory, but she still felt his bruising hands pinning her down.
One was heavy between her shoulder blades.  The other scrabbled at
her underwear, roughly pushing it aside, down, out of the way.

Thigh muscles clamped, and hands pushing uselessly at the ground,
Naomi let rip.  "Help!" And a moment later, "Fire!"

No-one was coming.  

And it was too late, anyway.  He had pressed his weight into her 
back.  She felt her ribs bruise and her lungs fight for air.  The
effort she needed to force her lungs open caused her to lose focus.  
There was no way she could scream now.  

It all seemed so unreal.   She was barely aware of him pushing his 
sharp hips between her thighs as she she felt her consciousness 
slipping away.

She faded...

And somehow there was breath to scream after all.  His heedless
penetration tore at the opening of her vagina.  She searched 
desperately for a different sensation.  For a moment she revelled in
the feeling of cement crushing against her cheek.  And with the next
thrust, lost it again.  There was nothing but the pain as hardness
scraped across her dry interior walls in rapid machine gun rhythm.

Suddenly, the sharp sawing was gone.  It took a moment for Naomi to 
realise that he was gone too, because she could still feel him inside 
of her.

She could still feel him as she painfully turned over.  She could still
feel him as, flinching at her own touch, she patted at the blood and 
semen with her torn underwear.

She could feel him when she threw them violently from her and walked 
alone to somewhere she could be safe, if she could.

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"Nothing to do with you, little one.  You're mine."

She smoothed her shirt, a moment of vanity making her look in the
mirror.  The same vanity made her look away, move away from mirrors
to the kitchen.

She gazed helplessly towards the fridge.  Silently, Anita handed her
a pear.  "Eat."

She did.  

"Not long now."

"No." 

It was obvious to both of them.  Neither woman's statement was in 
any way necessary.  Naomi waited for more.  

Anita gave it to her.  "Will anyone...? No."

"What?"

"It isn't important."

"It must be."

Anita brushed her hair out of her eyes.  "It's just...  the father.
Will there be any unexpected guests at the hospital?"

"No." Naomi looked strangely serene.  "My Blair doesn't have a 
father." And, seemingly contradictory, "His father isn't going to
have any effect on his life."

"Okay.  Okay, fine."

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Jim sat up behind his lover and folded his arms and legs around 
him.  

"Love you, Blair."

"Hm.  Me too."

Neither of them noticed the tiny hesitation before Blair dropped
his hand to rest on Jim's thigh.  The little look, the minute
confirmation.

THE END