Thanks to the ladies of Sentinel Betas for their help in making this a much better story and to Legion and Panther for the inspiration I got from their stories.

This story contains enemas, spanking, dildos and bondage. Also contains Bottom!Blair do not read if any of these things squick you.

The two men slammed into the loft, still arguing heatedly, as they had been all the way home.

"I can't believe that woman kissed you like that, right in front of me!" Blair exclaimed.

"Blair..."

"And you let her, man," Blair added, poking Jim in the chest for emphasis, not letting his partner speak. "Didn't she see these?" He dragged up a Jim's hand and showed Jim the ring on one finger, laying his own alongside it.

"I don't know, Chief," Jim said helplessly.

Blair shook his head, impatiently. "That's not good enough, Jim," he told his partner, poking the detective in the chest again as he did so. "Just because we're two guys, not a man and woman, doesn't make us any less married, doesn't stop the rings meaning the same thing as with a straight couple."

Jim grabbed onto the other man and held him close. "I know, Blair, I know," he whispered in one ear.

"Well good," Blair acknowledged, allowing himself to be held for a minute. Then he was pulling away, off and pacing, hands waving madly, adrenaline still high from the anger and the frenzy he had worked himself in to. He was muttering under his breath the whole time, so quietly even Sentinel hearing couldn't discern the words.

Jim walked over to him and put a hand on a flailing arm. "Chief," he said. The arm was wrenched away as Blair continued to pace and mutter. Jim made another grab for him on the next pass. "Blair!" He said it more insistently this time, trying to get his Guide's attention.

Blair stopped dead and looked at him. "What?" he exclaimed.

"Calm down a little, here, before you bust a gut or stroke out," Jim said, rubbing his hand along Blair's arm.

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. "Calm down!?" Blair shouted, right in Jim's face, ignoring the flinch of pain at the assault on sensitive eardrums. "Why the hell should I calm down when some woman just hit on my partner, my mate," he emphasized, with a shake of Jim's arm. Stepping forward suddenly, right into Jim's personal space, he thrust his groin against Jim's, then dragged the other man's mouth within reach and kissed him, hard, thrusting his tongue into the Sentinel's mouth and tasting him aggressively, possessively.

Jim made a small, strangled sound in his throat, almost a moan. He grabbed hold of Blair's ass, pulling the anthropologist even more tightly against his body and battled for ownership of the kiss. Blair refused to back off even a millimeter and they fought for control for long minutes.

They stood, clutching on to each other, fingers digging in with bruising grips, panting hard. Chests heaved and they thrust mindlessly against each other. Jim's hands scrabbled for the zipper of Blair's jeans, opening it and shoving the jeans down to mid thigh, then grabbed two handfuls of Sandburg's luscious tight ass and pulled him back against his own groin, kneading the buttocks roughly as he did so. He sealed his mouth over Blair's again and this time, his tongue was the one thrusting into the other's mouth, kissing deeply, then pulling back to nibble on Blair's full lips and run his tongue over a beard-roughened cheek and jaw line.

Blair was anything but passive during these maneuvers, taking advantage of Jim's distraction to pull the detective's shirt open and start feeding on his chest, pinching the nipples to hardness and raking his fingernails over the firm pectorals and abs in front of him, leaving faint trails on the skin as he did so. He hitched one leg around Jim, bringing their cocks into closer alignment and rubbed frantically, desperate for the extra stimulation he needed to come. Jim responded by lifting him off the ground and pushing him against the wall, forcing Blair to wrap both legs around Jim's waist. They went back to kissing again, biting at each other's lips, teeth clashing as they continued to fight for control.

Jim thrust forward against Blair, pushing his partner against the unforgiving brick wall, one hand continued to hold an ass cheek tightly, while the other moved to seek out the cleft of Blair's ass, mind distantly glad his Guide had gone commando under the too-tight jeans as he rubbed over the sensitive flesh of his perineum. That made Blair moan into the kiss and seconds later, he was coming hard, shaking in Jim's arms, held up by the support of the wall behind him and Jim's chest in front of him.

Jim continued to grind ruthlessly forward and Blair tightened his legs around the Sentinel, just about aware enough to help his lover over the edge into his own blistering orgasm and then they were sliding to the floor as Jim's legs finally gave out, landing in a heap of tangled, sweaty limbs and trembling muscles.

They lay there for several minutes, coming down from the high of mind-blowing sex, Jim nuzzling Blair's collarbone while Blair petted Jim's hair, neither knowing quite what to say to the other.

Finally, Jim forced his head up and looked at Blair. "I love you," he said simply, not knowing what else to say.

Blair's smile was enough to warm up the whole room. "I know, Big Guy."

This time the kiss was gentle, tender and loving as they said without words all the things they had always wanted another to say to them, but feared they would never hear. Then they were untangling themselves reluctantly and Jim got them both upright and on their feet again.

"Shower?" he suggested.

"Shower," Blair confirmed with a rueful grin, looking down at himself and only just now noticing they had never got as far as undoing Jim's pants.

Jim put an arm around Blair's shoulders and Blair put his around Jim's waist as they made their way to the bathroom. The touch was partly for support and partly to maintain the connection between them.

In the shower, they concentrated on getting clean, washing themselves, not ready for more just yet. The proximity meant they still got aroused, but they ignored it, in favor of a slow build up this time. Jim insisted on washing Blair's hair, as he always did, enjoying the feel of the silky strands slipping through his fingers, slick with shampoo.

After Jim had rinsed out the shampoo and put in conditioner, Blair reached out of the shower to the bathroom cabinet. Jim frowned a little, wondering what Blair wanted. Blair suddenly pulled back into the shower, package in hand. "Will you clean me?" he asked, looking slightly flushed as he held the packet out.

"Chief?" Jim felt uncertain, usually they did this only on very special occasions.

"Please, Jim," Blair almost begged. "I really need this right now, need you to do this for me."

Seeing the pleading look in the wide blue eyes, Jim felt himself weaken. "Okay, Blair, if that's what you need, I'll do it." He took the package from his Guide's hand and carefully turned him to face the wall. Blair put his hands against the tile, bracing himself and spread his legs as wide as he could.

Jim took the small tube of lube from the sink, where they always kept some, just in case. He quickly prepared Blair and inserted the tube of the enema kit carefully. Blair moaned quietly as he felt the water begin to flow into him, letting his upper body slump against the wall of the shower. Jim put an arm around his waist, rubbing his abdomen to keep him relaxed. Once the water was finished, Blair clenched his muscles hard to hold it inside.

"Let me finish by myself, please," he murmured to Jim, turning so that his back was now resting against the cool tiles.

Jim nodded. "I'll get everything ready upstairs," he said, grabbing a towel as he stepped from the shower.

Several minutes later, Blair finally appeared at the top of the stairs to their bedroom. He had a towel wrapped turban style around his hair, but was otherwise naked. Jim was finishing lighting the candles he had spread around the room. Soft music was playing on the stereo downstairs, barely audible to Blair despite the loft being otherwise quiet.

"Sit on the floor," Jim instructed, pointing to where a large pillow lay at the foot of the bed.

Blair moved to sit down, crossing his legs tailor fashion as he settled himself. Jim sat behind him on the edge of the bed, legs bracketing his Guide's body. He unwrapped the towel from Blair's hair and used it to dry the mass of curls, before picking up a wide-toothed comb to de-tangle the hair slowly and carefully, his movements rhythmic and hypnotic, weaving a spell of silence and magic around them. The mood was in complete contrast to their earlier, frenzied sex, re-affirming their love and connection as Sentinel and Guide, Jim and Blair, partners in everything.

Finally satisfied, Jim put the comb to one side. "Come and lie on the bed, love," he whispered to Blair.

Blair stood up gracefully and moved to stretch out on the bed. Jim picked up the fur lined leather cuffs from the nightstand and put them on Blair, kissing each wrist before he fastened the cuff and threading the connecting chain through the rail so that he could position Blair either on his back or his stomach as they went along. The soft leather of the collar was next, Blair giving it a kiss before Jim carefully buckled it around his neck. Jim hadn't liked the idea of the collar at first, saying it demeaned Blair, making him into a submissive.

"But, Jim, man, that's the whole point of this," Blair pointed out patiently when his lover objected. "I'm giving you control for the time that we are playing the scene. The collar helps symbolize that for me."

Jim had conceded the argument when he saw how much it meant to Blair, not liking it for the first few times they used it. Until he realized one day, he liked the way that Blair's scent mixed with the smell of the leather, the combination a heady one that turned him on. He also liked the fact that Blair was giving him something so important as his control, knowing how much Blair liked to be in control of his life, probably due to the haphazard way he had lived in his childhood, when he never had control over anything.

Jim was jolted back to the present when he felt Blair's foot stroke along his leg. "I'm not zoning," he whispered immediately to his partner, smiling down at him. Blair nodded in understanding, adhering to his policy of not speaking during a scene unless asked a direct question.

Jim kissed him slowly and gently on the lips, then gave a light kiss to the eyes, which had fluttered closed. He carefully fastened the black leather blindfold over Blair's eyes. Then each ear was tongued, making Blair moan and squirm, before Jim carefully slid ear plugs in each ear. A final kiss to the lips, then he was securing the gag in place. The last touch was the small cat toy with a bell inside he put in one of Blair's hands, it acted as his safeword. If Blair threw it or even just dropped it, the scene stopped immediately while Jim found out what was wrong. Blair had never used it, saying Jim would know if something was wrong before he ever did, because of his heightened senses, but went along with it when Jim insisted. Their relationship was all about mutual compromise.

Jim settled himself on the bed in between Blair's widespread legs and spent a couple of minutes just looking at his lover, admiring the way he looked spread out on the bed, cock hard and drooling in anticipation. Then he started running his hands slowly all over the anthropologist's body, skimming lightly just above the skin, watching the hairs stand on end and goosebumps appear wherever his hands went. Blair was already squirming and writhing on the bed, making strangled noises in his throat around the gag, desperate for more stimulation to his body, which was sensitized by the deprivation of his other senses.

Next, Jim replaced the not quite there touch of his hands with soft, light kisses and licks all over the front of Blair's body. He had fastened a cock ring around his lover's hard on, not wanting this to end too soon. Satisfied with the attention he had given to Blair's front, he carefully got his Guide to turn onto his stomach, positioning a pillow beneath his hips and ensuring Blair was comfortable, on his knees with his thighs spread again. Then Jim repeated the same process on his mate's back that he had used on his front, barely there touches, followed by kisses and licks, ending at his ass.

Jim picked up the lube and coated two fingers, immediately pushing one inside Blair, feeling how loose he was after the earlier enema. When Blair pushed back onto the finger, mewling sounds spilling from behind the gag, he moved onto two, stretching and scissoring them deep inside Blair, relaxing his passage. Then he took out the fingers and instead coated a dildo generously, before pushing it slowly into his lover's ass, enjoying watching Blair working his hips backwards, eager for more of the penetration. Eventually it was all the way in and Jim twisted it, rotating it slowly, rubbing against his lover's prostate as he did so. Blair's howl was muffled by the gag, but still clearly audible. Jim grinned, loving the way he turned his partner into a mass of quivering need. He spent some time out loosening Blair further, manipulating the dildo into his lover's hot, tight ass. Blair's hips were thrusting back eagerly and Jim could tell how close to the edge he was, only the cock ring holding the orgasm back. Satisfied, Jim thrust the dildo all the way in one last time, then left it in place.

Blair took hard, panting breaths in through his nose, regaining control, coming back from the edge of climax. He was so turned on, his cock felt rock hard, needing only a little more stimulation to fall over. However, with the cock ring in place that wasn't an option, and gradually he relaxed back from the peak, calming his body. Then Jim smacked his ass hard, startling a strangled yelp from him. The blow was followed by several more in quick succession, falling in a random pattern over his backside and thighs, turning the flesh hot pink.

Again Blair found himself on the brink of climax, only to be denied once more. He lifted his hips, shamelessly begging for more, unable to hear Jim's murmur of appreciation at the sight. Then the dildo was pulled quickly and smoothly from inside him, shaking another yell loose from the gag. This time, the dildo was replaced in a slow, smooth glide by Jim's cock and Blair sighed in pleasure at the feeling of his lover's shaft filling him.

Jim immediately set a steady rhythm of thrusts, enjoying the feeling of his lover's tight passage caressing him and the sight of the deep pink flesh from where he had spanked him. The movements gradually speeded up to become short, hard thrusts deep inside Blair, massaging his prostate ruthlessly.

Feeling himself getting closer to the edge, Jim reached under Blair to release the cock ring, then he thrust hard several times in rapid succession, before giving a final deep lunge and coming, feeling the contractions as Blair came simultaneously.

They quivered through the aftershocks for long moments until Jim recovered enough to pull out and release Blair from his confinement, turning his Guide onto his back and cleaning him up gently. He left only the collar in place, because Blair liked to wear it all night after a scene.

"Thank you," Blair whispered dreamily to Jim, a dopey grin on his face as he allowed his partner to manipulate his body, one hand caressing the strip of leather at his throat. Ownership had been offered and accepted and their bond reaffirmed, Blair's earlier jealousy forgotten in the heat of their passion and the sharing of their bodies.

Jim kissed him softly. "My pleasure, baby, I love you."

Blair smiled again. "Love you too, Big Guy."

Jim finally settled next to his Guide, pulling the covers around them as he spooned up behind his mate.

Blair put a hand on Jim's arm and lifted one leg so that Jim's were tangled with his. "Goodnight," he slurred sleepily, once he was satisfied with their position.

Jim pressed a final kiss to the side of his neck. "Night, love," he muttered, feeling himself falling towards sleep as well.

Soon, the only sound to be heard were the soft snores of Sentinel and Guide as they slept the sleep of the well loved and contented.

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