<div>Barter 6: The Next Morning<br>Author: PEJA<br>Email: <a href="mailto:makebelievearchive@gmail.com">makebelievearchive@gmail.com</a><br>Author's websites: <a href="http://peja1956.livejournal.com/">http://peja1956.livejournal.com</a> and <a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/search.php?action=recent">http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/search.php?action=recent<img class="snap_preview_icon" id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND-POSITION: -1158px 0px; MIN-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; MIN-HEIGHT: 0px; LEFT: auto; FLOAT: none; BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.32.0.1/theme/silver/palette.gif); VISIBILITY: visible; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; MAX-WIDTH: 2000px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; WIDTH: 14px; MAX-HEIGHT: 2000px; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-REPEAT: no-repeat; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-FAMILY: 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; POSITION: static; TOP: auto; HEIGHT: 12px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; TEXT-DECORATION: none; cssFloat: none" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.32.0.1/t.gif"></a><br>
Fandom: The Sentinel<br>Pairing: Jim/Blair<br>Portrayed by: Richard Burgi/Garrett Margott<br>Category: slash<br>Rating: FRAO<br>Status: on-going<br>Spoilers: none<br>Series/Sequel: Barter<br>Brief Summary: The next morning arrives bearing a distressed Blair and smug James<br>
Warnings: non-con aspects, Regency AU, Loveslave fic<br>Previous chapters are linked beginning at <a href="http://peja1956.livejournal.com/21538.html">http://peja1956.livejournal.com/21538.html</a> <br>Notes/acknowledgments: Annie asks for another chapter of "Barter" (Sentinel)<br>
General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting new chapters to the WIP arcs, new ideas for short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing.<br>Disclaimers: not mine, <br>Archive: Yes, but ask first, include the complete story and provide a URL to the archive<br>
Forwarding to other lists: Okay, but keep my name and headers attached<br><br><a name="cutid1"></a><br>Swirling the drain of receding sleep, Blair ricocheted between the natural urge to wake and the fear rooted need to let sleep block out the horrors of reality. The heaviness covering his body was becoming irresistible though, and sleep slinked like a beaten dog away from him, leaving him groggy but aware, the recent events flickering like a kaleidoscope over the screen of his mind's eye.<br>
<br>The heaviness blanketing him was becoming oppressive as he pulled the tornado of his thoughts back under control. He rolled his head on the feather-soft pillow, coming face to face with his sleeping tormentor. He stuffed his fist in his mouth to stifle the tortured pain that ripped through him.<br>
<br>An overwhelming panic roller-coastered over him and he had to fight to keep from bolting from the bed. But that would wake the demon lord. If he had any hope of escaping, he knew he couldn't make any violent movements.<br>
<br>Instead he began to chant a soundless "pleasepleaseplease" as he edged one leg inch by inch out from under Ellison's oak thick thigh. Torturous moments later he had his leg free. He drew a shuddering breath, watching the devastatingly handsome face of his captor for any sign of waking. <br>
<br>He managed to slid his second leg free and was creeping the rest of his body away when a hard hand clamped down on him. "Going somewhere?"<br><br>Blair's head whipped around, his gaze imprisoned by the hard glare of his captor. "I...I...Ah..." He snapped his jaws shut and shook his head, defeat screaming in his head. "No, milord."<br>
<br>"I'm sure your family will be forever grateful" Ellison rolled over on his back, yawning. A lazy hand scratched his chest. "I think I would like to start the morning with a kiss, young thief."<br>
<br>"A...kiss...?"<br><br>"Yes." Jim nodded stretching his arms over their heads. "A kiss. Yes, I think I would very much like to start the day with a kiss. Freely given." His eyes skimmed Blair's paling face ad he smiled darkly. "Call it a thank you for taking you in off the streets while you still have your ...youthful beauty."<br>
<br>Blair sneered. "You are very fond of your kisses, are you not, milord. Think you I find your touch pleasurable? I do not. I find your use of me a perversion. You are a perversion."<br><br>"Mind your tongue, boy," Ellison snatched him up and rolled Blair under him, glaring into his defiant eyes. "Lest I have it cut from your mouth."<br>
<br>"And deny yourself te pleasure of my tongue in your mouth? How self-sacrificing you are this morning, Milord."<br><br>Ellison glared at the man under him for a moment. Then a bark of laughter burst from him. "You are a whimsical chit, my pretty little thief. You think to insult me will distract me?" His lips crashed down on Blair's plundering is mouth with the mastery of a pirate of the high seas.<br>
<br>Blair whimpered in his throat, his hands pushing uselessly against the bigger man's superior strength. Ellison grasped his hands in one of his and pinned them above his head, pinning Blair with the weight of his body. His hard eyes burned into BLair's and his lips curled back in a dangerous sneer. "Submit."<br>
<br>Blair stared up at him wordlessly.<br><br>"You won't win, little thief. I hold all the cards."<br><br>"What do you want from me?"<br><br>Jim's smile slapped Blair in the face. "Submit."<br>
<br>"Why are you doing this?"<br><br>"You honestly don't know?" Ellison rolled on to his back, taking Blair with him so the other man lay draped over his body. Ellison's hands ran down Blair, coming to rest on his rounded bare bottom. "You fit me so very well."<br>
<br>"Please..."<br><br>"How old are you, little thief?"<br><br>"Wh...Why?"<br><br>"How old?"<br><br>"Twenty-five."<br><br>Jim traced his lower lip wit a gentle thumb. "What do you know of your father, boy?"<br>
<br>"That's none of your business."<br><br>"You think not?" JIm's chuckle was dark, sad. "My mother died when I was five. She hung herself in my brother's nursery. Twenty-five years ago."<br>
<br>"I.." <br><br>"Want to know why she killed herself?" <br><br>Blair shook his head, horrified as he said, "Yes."<br><br>"My father's mistress had given birth to a son." Jim's eyes stabbed into Blair. "His mistress' name was Naomi."</div>
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