The Prize

Stormwolf

Part One: The Wolf

Jim Ellison looked over at his Guide and friend, Blair Sandburg, who sat

beside him in the truck and once again thanked God that Blair was still

alive. After the incident with Alex Barnes, and the fountain, along with the

trip to Peru to find the crazed sentinel, Blair had been quiet and reticent.

Gone was the seemingly endless energy and bouncing that his friend has once

displayed, the earrings that had adorned his left ear, and the once ever

present nipple ring. Jim felt that he would freak out if Sandburg ever cut

his hair, realising he missed the old Sandburg, and was having a hard time

coping with the new one.

And who's fault is that? Jim subconscious asked him. Jim felt the guilt

deeply. Guilt for pushing his guide away, for not telling him about the

visions, and for allowing Alex Barnes to kill him.

"Hey Jim, you awake?" Blair asked realising the sentinel was staring at him.

"Yeah, I'm awake." Jim said and turned his attention back to the warehouse

that they were supposed to be staking out.

Blair gave him a dubious look then returned to watching the warehouse

himself.

"Well, well, well," Jim said. "Looks like Tolbert decided to show up."

"Yeah, but who's that with him?" Blair asked.

The suspect, Tolbert, was pulling up in his old blue Camero. Another car, a

red Jeep Grand Cherokee pulled up and the man wearing a dark trenchcoat,

with short dark hair stepped out of the vehicle. The two of them looked at

each other, then entered the warehouse.

"Maybe we should call it in." Blair suggested.

"No point. Tolbert doesn't have a warrant on him. We only suspect he knows

where Cross is. We bring in backup and will only scare Cross away. No, we

wait and hope Cross shows up."

Jim's snitch, Sneaks, had said that Tolbert was supposed to be meeting

Cross, but not where. Only that the meeting would take place in one of

several locations that Tolbert planned to be at that night. All the places,

Tolbert's club, home, the train yard, and the warehouse were staked out in

the hopes that Cross would show up at one of those locations. If they got

Cross, then Sneaks would definitely earn the new Air Jordans' that he wanted

so badly.

Jim's cellphone rang. "Ellison."

"Jim we got him. Cross showed up at the club. Brown and Rafe are putting the

handcuffs on him now. Unfortunately we don't have enough to bring in

Tolbert, unless Cross gives him up. I already pulled the black and whites in

so come on in. I'll give you a crack at Cross." Captain Banks said, Jim

could hear the man smiling.

"Alright, Simon. We are on our way." He hung up the phone and turned to

Blair. "Cross just showed up at the Club, and Rafe and Brown have him. This

party's over."

Blair smiled, but Jim could tell it was only half hearted. He had been

feeling really strange since Tolbert and the other man had shown up. A

strange buzzing in his head. Weird.

Suddenly, blue streaks of lightening lit up the interior of the warehouse.

Cursing, Jim leaped out of the truck, drew his weapon and ran for the

warehouse. Blair didn't even think as he followed Ellison.

Inside the warehouse, Jim watched in shock as the blue lightening seem to be

absorbed by the tall, thin, dark haired man, and noticed that the energy was

coming from Tolbert's headless corpse.

When the lightening stopped, Blair watched as the man fell to his knees. He

waited for Jim to say something, then noticed that his sentinel was in a

full zone-out.

The buzzing in his head increased, and confused the shaman so that he never

heard the other man sneak up behind him until he felt the heavy weight

against his head.

His last thought was that the buzzing was coming from two separate people.

Blair regained consciousness and groaned as the headache and the buzzing hit

him full force. Rubbing his head, and squinting his eyes, Blair sat up and

tried to take in his predicament. The first thing he noticed was Jim, laying

on a cot, eyes staring at the ceiling in a full zone.

"Oh man, how long have you been zoned." Blair said to Jim knowing the

sentinel couldn't hear him. Blair stood slowly wondering if his head was

going to fall off, and went over to the cot. Using his guide voice and his

hand rubbing slowly up and down Jim's arm, Blair brought Jim back into

reality.

Jim blinked and looked over at Blair, confusion evident in his blue eyes.

"What's going on, Chief?"

"You zoned because of the little light display, and someone hit me over the

back of the head." Blair answered.

Jim's eyes narrowed at that...someone had hurt his guide.

Then Jim's ears caught the sound of footsteps and heartbeats coming closer.

The door to the small room with its two cots unlocked then opened to reveal

the tall, dark haired man who had killed Tolbert.

If Jim hadn't been handcuffed to the cot, he would have stood and attacked

because the man appeared unarmed.

"So your awake." The man said in an accent Jim couldn't identify. "Good. I

apologize for the blow to your head, but you'll live." He chuckled a bit as

if he had said something funny, but for the life of him, Jim didn't know

what it was.

"Who are you?" Jim asked, "And why did you kill Tolbert."

"My name is Adam, and I killed Tolbert for two reasons. One, I detest dying,

and two because he had it coming. Now, Mr. Sandburg, please come with me. We

have a few things to discuss."

Blair shook his head, "No I am not leaving."

Adam sighed and turned his head to look behind him. He then stepped aside

for another man to step up beside him.

The newcomer was big, with blonde hair and blue eyes. His face had a goatee,

and his nose looked as if it had been broken a few times.

"Are you sure, Brutus?" Adam asked the blonde giant.

"Yes. And you would be to if you'd pay attention." Brutus said. "I might be

a few decades younger than you, but I do know what I am talking about."

"Fine." Adam said, then turned to look at Blair. "Brutus says you are even

though for some reason we can't sense you...at all."

"That's because of the presence of the sentinel." Brutus put in.

Blair's breath caught in his throat at the word, but managed to ask, "Am

what?"

"Immortal, of course." Brutus answered smiling.

These guys are loons, Blair thought.

"And no we aren't crazy. We'll prove it." And with that Brutus withdrew a

Roman shortsword from beneath his jacket, and shoved the blade deep into

Blair's chest all in one quick movement. Jim screamed at the sight as Blair

looked at Brutus in shock. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and

Blair Sandburg's heart stopped as did his lungs, and he died.

Jim fought his restraints crying out, cursing the men and threatening them.

*******************

When Blair opened his eyes, he stared at the ceiling in shock. I should be

dead, he thought. But he wasn't. Instead he was laying on the cot, again.

He turned his head to look over at the other cot.

Jim lay asleep on the cot. His right wrist, the one that had been cuffed,

was swathed in white bandages, and the handcuff had been switched to Jim's

left wrist.

Blair stood up and went over to the sentinel.

"He's alright. Brutus sedated him." Adam said and Blair looked over to were

the man sat in a chair inside the room. "Seeing you stabbed with the sword

made him go nuts. So, Blair, do you believe?"

Blair nodded unable to speak. He kneeled down beside the cot and reached out

to stroke his friend's head with his hand. His eyes watched Ellison as the

sentinel slept.

"Good. Brutus will be your Teacher. You should feel honored, he hasn't taken

a student in over two thousand years."

"Two thousand years." Blair echoed.

"Well, give or take a few decades." Adam smiled.

"What about Jim?" Blair asked.

"Oh, he'll be staying with Brutus as well. After all, you are his Guide."

Blair said nothing as he continued to pet his sentinel while they waited for

him to awaken. The word immortal kept going through his mind like a broken

record, and with each litany repeated, Blair became more and more terrified.

Jim came awake slowly with Blair's voice bringing him to reality, and the

feel of his guide's hand rubbing his chest. But Blair's dead Jim thought.

Opening his eyes, Jim looked into the bright blue eyes of his guide, and

nearly zoned on the depth of them.

"Easy, big guy." Blair said, "Its alright, I'm alright."

"Your dead." Jim said hollowly.

"Well I was, but I am back now."

Jim just looked confused.

"Well, apparently I am immortal. When I died at the fountain I became

immortal, and Blair proceeded to explain to him what Methos had explained to

him earlier.

"So these guys have been going around for centuries just chopping each

other's heads off. Why?" Jim said.

Methos walked in through the open door and lean against it, "For the prize."

"What prize?" Jim asked.

"No one has really ever know what the prize was. The last immortal would

have all the power of all the immortals who have ever lived. That's pretty

powerful. Its believed that they would rule the world after that, but no one

was really sure."

"Why do I get the feeling that that's not the case any more."

"Actually, one immortal...or actually two immortals have known what the

prize is. Myself, and Brutus. I was told by my teacher, who was told by his

teacher. I told Brutus. My teacher's teacher was the first immortal ever

born. He never did say how he knew, but it doesn't matter. They are both

dead. Brutus was my student, and I told him. So far Brutus and I are the

only ones that know."

"And that is..." Jim prompted. He was still a bit skeptical, but he did see

Blair skewered with the sword, and now his guide was sitting there whole and

healthy. It didn’t take genius to figure out something was up.

"Well, actually, the prize is two fold. It is true, the last immortal will

rule until the end of time. He will gain all the power of the other

immortals. Some immortals have special 'gifts' that come with their

quickening which is what some would call their chi, their life energy. I

knew of an immortal who could control dogs. Strange, but true. There's

another one who can command people with her voice."

Blair had a question, "You said earlier that you couldn't tell. You never

did explain that."

"All immortals can sense each other. That's what that buzzing in your head

is. The presence of your sentinel is masking your presence from us. Its

probably why you haven't been hassled by other immortals. However, since you

haven't completed your bond, if your sentinel is to far away an immortal can

sense you. Also once the bond is established then you range for sensing

immortals should double perhaps even triple. Oh, and once your bonded your

sentinel become immortal as well."

Jim and Blair looked at Methos, shock evident on their faces.

"Bbbut I though you had to die to be immortal."

"He won't be a regular immortal. He could be killed, but most wounds will

heal quickly. He won't age, and other immortals will not be able to sense

him. Plus he has no quickening. There's nothing to gain by killing him...."

Methos hesitated but then said, "And everything to lose."

"What do you mean?" Jim asked suddenly suspicious.

Methos looked over at Brutus who had entered halfway through the

conversation. It was Brutus who answered.

"We've always known that the other part of the prize was not yet in

existence and would not be until the time of the Gathering when the last of

us would gather together fight until only one was left. The prize would be a

part of one immortal and if properly bonded to the immortal would be a part

of that immortal's quickening."

"Come again." Blair was confused.

"Your sentinel is the other half of the prize."

Jaws dropped in shock.

"Your joking right?" Blair asked, "This is a joke. A very bad one I might

add."

"No joke. Its true. I recognized it right off when we couldn't sense you.

That was one of the signs we were to look for. No tall sentinels mask

immortality."

"What does that mean exactly?" Jim asked.

Brutus looked at Jim, "It means that after Blair bonds you to his

Quickening, then if he should be beheaded, then the bond would go with his

Quickening to the winner."

"Meaning I would be bonded to the one who killed Blair. What if I kill him."

Jim said sounding serious. Blair knew he was deadly serious.

"Could you kill Blair?" Methos asked.

"Of course not!" Jim said affronted.

"Yet you could, right now. The only thing stopping you is that your not an

evil person and that Blair is your friend. But after Blair bonds you to his

Quickening, then that changes everything. Even if Blair came at you with a

knife and cut you to ribbons you wouldn't be able to kill him, the bond

wouldn't allow it. The same would be of any immortal who holds that bond.

The same immortal who holds Blair's Quickening."

"Oh God, I think I am going to be sick." Blair whispered realising what was

at stake.

"Also whoever killed Blair would learn from his Quickening that your part of

the prize and they would be sure to keep you alive."

"Why am I so important. Of what use is it that no immortals can sense the

winner if all the others are dead."

"Immortals can't have children. They can neither bear nor sire them.

Somehow, though, when all the Quickening are together in one immortal, then

something changes. I don't understand it but this is how it works. If the

immortal is female then she will be able to bear children sired by you. If

the immortal is male then they can impregnate you. Either way, these

children will not be immortal, but they will be longer lived, more healthy,

and a superior race that will breed with normal humans until finally there

is only one race of humans who will live longer, be stronger and resistant

to diseases."

Jim finally realised what Methos had said, and suddenly began to laugh.

"Oh man this is joke right. Simon put you up to this. Your in on it to, eh

Blair. Okay you got me Simon, you can come out now." Still he continued to

laugh, until he realised Blair wasn't laughing.

"Oh my God. Oh god, this can't be happening." Blair whispered. Jim suddenly

sobered.

"You can't be serious." Jim finally understood that they weren't joking.

Blair licked lips that had suddenly gone dry then asked in a soft tone, "How

do I bond him to my Quickening?"

"Fuck that. How do we get out of here. I am not going to let this happen.

Fuck, I refuse this fucking honor. Release me, and let me get the fuck out

of here!" Jim began to struggle with the handcuff. Blair quickly started

speaking in a low tone to try and calm Jim down. Eventually, the rubbing of

Blair's hand on Jim's chest and stomach, and the soothing voice calmed the

sentinel.

"The only way to bond him to your Quickening is through sexual contact."

Blair swallowed nervously, "Is that the only way?"

Brutus nodded.

"I've never been, I mean, I don't know if I can let him...oh man...I don't

know."

Methos understood the litany, "Blair it doesn't work like that."

"What do you mean?" Blair asked.

"You have to top him, not the other way around. Otherwise, it won't work."

"FUCK!!!!" Jim shouted.

Jim watched from his seated position on the edge of the large training mat

as his guide and friend, Blair Sandburg, sparred with Methos. They were

using wooden practice swords since Blair was still just learning, but Jim

still watched each practice session intently on the alert for any danger to

his guide.

It had been six days since Methos and Brutus had brought them to this lonely

island with its large house set on Holy Ground. Methos had told his that

this was an old indian burial ground. Jim had jokingly asked if they should

watch out for poltergists. Methos hadn't thought that it was very funny.

Every day, Jim brought up the idea of leaving to Blair who would just answer

by saying Jim could go if he wanted. Which Jim took as to say Blair was

staying. Which meant Jim was staying, because he refused to leave his guide

in the hands of two other immortals even if Holy Ground was safe.

When he asked if there was a phone so that he could call Simon, Brutus had

told him that they did not have one. Jim knew Simon must be worried as hell

for them, but Jim could not leave Blair even for an hour to go to the

mainland and call their boss.

As for the prize thing, Jim was trying his best not to think about it. Every

time he did, a sick feeling would develop in his gut, and it took all his

willpower not to vomit. Pregnant; the word in itself made him sick. He was

a man, he couldn't get pregnant. Yet men did not heal from a blade that had

pierced a heart and lung, but there Blair was, whole and alive. Getting

trounced by Methos.

Finally, Methos called a halt, and told Blair to cool down, and take a

break. Blair went immediately over to a wide bench and picked up a clean

white towel which he proceeded to use to mop sweat from his face.

Jim stood up and walked over to Blair.

Blair held up a hand, "No Jim, I don't want to talk about leaving. I am not

going to leave until Brutus and Methos say that I am ready. You can leave if

you want to."

"You know I am not. I can't believe your buying into this crap. So your

immortal. So what. You don't need to learn to behead other immortals. Hell,

your get bothered when I hand you a gun, how you ever going to use a sword

to cut someone else's head off?"

"I know that I could do it Jim, if not doing so meant that I would damn you

to a lifetime of slavery. Several lifetimes."

"That again. Look Blair, I'm really glad to know that you'll outlive me.

Hell as old as I am compared to you, I guess I've always known that was a

possibility. But there is no way in hell that I want to live forever, and no

way in hell that I am siring or bearing the next human race. So get it

through your mind that we are not going to bond. Period."

Blair said nothing, instead he just mopped his face again with the towel and

headed for the showers.

Jim knew he could take Blair's silence as acquiescence, but Jim knew Blair

better than that. The quick paced heartbeat, the hitch in his breathing, the

sweat, all of that told Jim that Blair did not agree. What in hell were

those immortals telling Blair when Jim wasn't around. What kind of trash

were they feeding him. Stop worrying about it. You just told Blair NO. He

wouldn't...he couldn't... Jim was really starting to wonder if he knew his

friend at all.

***********************

Blair took a long hot shower hoping to work out the soreness in his muscles.

He let the water fall down his face to mingle with the tears that fell

freely. For one moment, Blair had seen something in Jim's eyes that had cut

more deeply within than Brutus' sword. Terror. Stark terror. Blair had never

seen such emotion in Jim's eyes. There had been times when Jim had been

afraid, mostly for Blair, but seeing the naked terror in Jim's grey blue

eyes had rattle Blair to the core. He really thinks that I would force

him. Blair thought.

Before the incident at the warehouse, Blair and Jim had been slowly becoming

intimate with each other. Even though Jim and Blair both had never felt even

remotely interested in men before. Blair had done a bit of research and had

come up with the theory that the sentinel/guide bond was sexual. They both

felt it, but neither had done more than a few kisses and the occasional

handjobs. They had hope to go slow and perhaps build up toward more

intimacy, and eventually penetrative sex. Now with the threat before them,

Blair couldn't see them continuing their current relationship, much less

fucking anytime in the near future.

The water turned cold, and Blair turned it off. Stepping out, Blair grabbed

another clean towel and started to dry off.

Jim came into the room, "Blair I'm sorr...." He stopped suddenly at the

sight of a naked Blair.

Blair looked up and blushed when he saw Jim staring at him with frank

appraisal, then blushed even deeper when he realised his cock was reacting.

Jim watched as Blair turned pink from embarrassment, and saw his guide's

cock nestled in curly pubic hair begin to slowly fill. The sight of it was

enough to make his own cock begin to swell.

Suddenly, Blair wrapped the towel around his waist, "You were saying?" He

asked.

How can he be so calm, Jim thought. He himself was terrified. His cock had

begun to react at the sight of Blair's cock filling, then suddenly

everything they had talked about, bondings, immortality, pregnancy, had hit

him like a ton of bricks, and the fear had deflated his cock.

"I'm sorry for earlier. I guess I hate knowing that your trying to learn to

protect yourself, when I can't protect you."

"I'm doing this for you as much as for myself." Blair answered.

"Do you really think that sometime in the future I'll change my mind about

this, or do you have something planned." Jim couldn't believe what he had

just said.

Blair's jaw dropped in shock, "God. Have I changed so much that you would

really think that I would rape you."

Jim shook his head, "No. Blair...Chief, I know that you wouldn't. This is

just all so...so..."

"Scary?" Blair suggested.

"Weird."

"Jim, its up to you. Its your choice. I am not going to force you. But I

need to learn, therefore I am staying. You can leave if you want."

"No one's leaving." Brutus said as he walked in. He tossed a newspaper on

the bench. Jim saw that it was a Cascade Times. The front cover had a

picture of himself and Blair. The headlines read: Cop of the Year and Police

Observer Presumed Dead!

Jim picked up the paper and began to read the article. Jim's truck had been

found at the bottom of the Sound, bullet holes in the front and side

windshields, as well as the doors and engine. Though the water had washed a

lot of the evidence away apparently traces of their blood had been found in

the truck. They were both missing and presumed dead.

Jim turned to look at Brutus, "You did this. You and Methos set it up to

make it look as if we were dead."

Brutus didn't even bother to deny it, "Yes, I did. You would have eventually

had to move on before people got suspicious why you suddenly stopped aging.

And Blair needed the time to learn. It was easier this way."

"Easier!! My friends think I am dead, my mom...oh God!!!" Blair screamed.

"How could you do this!!!"

"It was necessary. We'll help get you knew identities. You'll see everything

is for the best. Everything." Brutus stressed that last word, and Blair

blanched. The older immortal left the room. Blair and Jim watched him go.

"We have to get out of here. We have to tell Simon we're alright." Blair

said.

"Its to late, Chief. He's right. Its for the best. Eventually you would have

had to leave them."

"How can you say that?"

"What choice have we got?" Jim asked.

Not much of one at all, Blair thought, and finished getting dressed as Jim

left him to his privacy.

Jim lay on his bed staring up at the white plaster ceiling, his thoughts
drifting tot he man who slept upstairs on a rather large guestbed in a
spacious room. Of course, the room had been offered to both of them as a
couple, but Jim had refused. So he continued to sleep in the bed he had
first awakened in from the Quickening induced zone.

Blair's heartbeat filled his ears and his heart matched the rhythm. Perfect
sync.

Bringing his right hand to his face, Jim stared at the stark whiteness of
the fresh bandage around his wrist. Peeling back the tape, Jim unwound the
bandage revealing the damaged skin beneath. The cuffs had cut him deeply
before Brutus had managed to tranqu him. A few of the cuts had had to be
stitched up, the rest were healing scabs. Jim could find no smell of
infection, and so rewrapped the bandage around his wrist securing it with
the piece of cloth tape, then clasped his hands behind his head, attention
returning to the ceiling once more as if sentinel eyes could see through
walls. Eventually sleep came.

He was awakened by a light touch on his lips. Jerking awake, Jim found
Blair's face above his.

"All you have to do is say no." Blair whispered, then proceeded to rain
light kisses on his neck down to his bare shoulder.

Jim said nothing even though the word flittered through his mind. His cock
was enjoying the sensation of Blair's light kisses and the roaming hands
down his chest. He could feel the heat coming from Blair's crotch and the
insistent hardness against his thigh. Blair's mouth moved to his, tongue
seeking entrance. Jim opened his mouth welcoming the warm tongue and the
tingling taste of Blair. The immortal guide's tongue explored his mouth,
running across teeth, and petting Jim's tongue, while one of Blair's hands
found Jim's left nipple rubbing it to a hard nub.

Jim groaned as Blair pinched the nipple removing his mouth from Jim's to
lathe the nipple with his tongue, right hand moving lower to the waistband
of Jim's boxers. Blair's tongue flicked over the tip of the nipple then his
mouth closed over it and began to suck. Jim groaned again as pleasure shot
through him.

Blair tongue explored down Jim's chest as Blair's hand snuck beneath the
waistband and found the slowly filling cock. Blair's hand closed over the
base gently and rubbed slowly, sensuously, while Blair sucked on Jim's
chest. Jim reached down and ran his fingers through Blair's soft curls,
relishing in the feel of the velvety softness across his fingers.

Blair's hand fondled Jim's balls, rolling them around in their sacs, while
the other hand pulled the boxers down to free the half hard cock.

Jim arched his back groaning as Blair's hot mouth enclosed the head of Jim's
cock. Blair's tongue explored the head, licking the slit at the tip, while
his lips provided the suction around it. Blair's left hand was holding the
base of Jim's cock while his mouth tried to take in as much of the large
cock as he could. The other hand strayed upwards then down over Jim's flank,
lightly stroking.

The heat of Blair's mouth, the suctions, the light stroking of his balls by
Blair's thumb, and suddenly Jim shouted in warning then exploded in Blair's
mouth. The guide swallowed the salty spurts of semen greedily, while his
free hand stroked beneath Jim's balls, one finger finding the tight entrance
to Jim's body.

One touch to his anus and all thoughts of pleasure left him as Jim bucked
out from beneath Blair. The guide sat up and away from Jim, as the sentinel
jerked away from his touch.

"No." Was all Jim said. It was enough. Blair nodded.

Jim noticed the tenting boxers and realised that Blair had yet to come. He
reached out and grabbed Blair's shoulders lightly, and brought him close.
Their mouths met and they kissed. Jim's hand went down into Blair's boxers
and began to stroke Blair's cock with his hand, while his other hand went up
into Blair's shirt to rub over the hairy chest as they continued to kiss.

Jim's mouth broke away from Blair's and he began to suck down Blair's neck
as he continued to pump Blair's cock.

Finally, Blair shouted, "Jim!" as he came on Jim's hand. Jim continued to
stroke the cock milking it for the last of the semen, then brought his hand
out and up to his face to lick it clean of Blair's semen. When he was done,
Blair kissed his mouth tasting himself in Jim.

Eventually, they laid back down on the small bed, with Blair laying over
Jim, and sleep came to them both.

Morning came, and Blair awoke first. Slowly he extricated himself off of
Jim, who groaned, and opened his eyes. Blair smiled at Jim, kissed him
lightly on the lips, then headed for the shower. Jim watched him go, then
sat up, pulling his boxers back up over his cock in the front, then listened
as Blair showered.

He was tempted to join Blair in the shower, but he knew his guide would
again try to touch Jim's center. Shaking his head, Jim laid back down. He
had not wanted that when they had first became lovers, and he had not
changed his mind after hearing what more it entailed.

After Blair showered, Jim went in and took his shower half expecting Blair
to join him, and realised he was a bit disappointed when Blair didn't.

Sighing, Jim quickly showered, then dressed in a pair of sweats and shirt
and headed up to the kitchen for breakfast.

Brutus and Methos were already there. Brutus had cooked breakfast, eggs,
sausage, and toast along with a pot of coffee, and tea for Methos. There was
little talk around the breakfast table other than Brutus telling Blair that
they had lessons in four hours.

Jim no longer watched the lessons. Instead, when Brutus was teaching Blair
how to fight with a sword, Jim would walk around the small island exploring
his depths, trying to get away from the sound of wood hitting wood, and the
deep fear that enclosed his heart as he thought of Blair and challenges.
More than once Jim had seen an image of a beheaded Blair, and he took that
fear wherever he went on the island, unable to get far enough away.

He was the jaguar. Powerful, sleek, black as midnight, Jim moved through the
jungle with leaping bounds.

Scent brought him the smell of prey, and Jim moved to a stalking pace.
Eventually he came upon the old temple where he watched from his hiding
place as sheep and goats moved about, bleating, as they searched for food
amongst the ruins. *Easy prey*, he thought. Then suddenly he heard a
snarling sound and saw the sheepdogs amongst the sheep. He tensed, but then
saw that the sheepdogs were fighting amongst themselves over old bones, or
were lying in the sun, bellies fat, lazy eyes drifting half closed. The
sheep continued to bleat, and some fell off into hidden crevices or cisterns
around the ruins, and still the dogs did nothing.

Jim felt a flash of pity for the sheep, then felt a protective urge rush
through him. *Why* he thought. *I am not a sheepdog. I am a predator, they
are prey.* Then Jim saw them. The glowing eyes in the surrounding jungle.
Predators. Jim knew they were coming for the sheep, and the sheepdogs would
not protect the sheep.

There were to many of them. Jim knew he could not take them on, alone.

Then he felt the presence by his side. Jim turned his jaguar head and saw
the grey wolf at his side. He smiled a feline smile, then turned stepping
from his hiding place,the wolf at his side. He snarled at the predators.

Some of the predators, afraid of the cat and wolf, left, but other predators
snarled back, accepting the challenge. Still too many, but at least Blair
was with him....

Jim awoke from the dream to find Blair's face above his.

"All you have to do is say no." Blair whispered the same words he had
whispered each night that he had come to Jim's bed since the first time. Jim
had not resisted each time until Blair tried to touch his center, and only
then would Jim say no. Blair never forced the issue after that, but each
night he tried until Jim would say no.

What did it mean, Jim thought as he kissed Blair back. The dream was a
vision, he knew that. But what did it mean. Sheep...sheepdogs?

The vision was forgotten as Blair's mouth engulfed his half hard cock, and
that talented mouth brought him to full hardness. He gripped Blair's hair
with his hands, and tried not to thrust up into Blair's beautiful mouth.

Finally, he came, Blair swallowing it all. Blair smiled, as his hand
caressed Jim's stomach as the sentinel tried to return to earth after having
flown so high.

A finger ghosted over his asshole, brushing it lightly. Jim tensed up, but
he vision filled him mind. Together, he thought. The wolf by his side,
fighting the predators, and Jim realised what it meant, or at least what
some of it meant.

When Jim didn't say anything, Blair continued to move his finger lightly
over Jim's anus.

"Blair." Jim said.

Blair looked up and saw Jim's face in the semi darkness.

"Make love to me?"

"Are you sure?" Blair asked rubbing his finger over Jim's hot hole.

"Yes, I am sure."

Blair nodded, then moved up and kissed Jim's mouth, "I'll make it so good
for you." He said after releasing Jim's mouth.

Jim smiled, "I know you will."

Blair stood up and went into the bathroom. Inside the cabinets he found a
bottle of KY and brought it back. Brutus had told him that the first time
would have to be with no condoms. Blair's seed had to spill inside Jim for
the bond to take hold.

He went back into the room to find Jim had turned over onto his stomach and
was waiting, boxers down past his ass. Blair crawled onto the bed, and with
gentle pushed, spread Jim's legs apart where he could kneel between them.
Uncapping the bottle, Blair squeezed some onto his fingers.

While rubbing circles on Jim's back with one hand, crooning to Jim in a
wordless tone, his lubed fingers moved over Jim's opening, not pushing
inside yet, but massaging the outside, getting Jim used to the feel and
helping him to relax.

Finally, when Blair was sure Jim was ready, he pushed one finger inside the
tight virgin hole.

However, Jim tensed around his finger, then began to whimper in pain, and
Blair pulled his finger out gently and continued to massage the outside all
the while petting Jim's lower back whispering in his soothing guide tone,
"Its alright, Jim. Try to relax, I won't hurt you. Its safe, Jim. Relax,
keep breathing."

Blair tried it again after Jim's breathing had indicated the sentinel was
more relaxed. This time Jim didn't tense up and Blair was able to move his
finger deeper inside Jim's body. He moved his finger around, stretching the
inner muscles. His own erection was hard and leaking, but he ignored,
concentrating on getting Jim good and ready.

Eventually, the internal walls relaxed enough that Blair was able to move on
to two fingers. Scissoring them, he continued to stretch Jim's anus, still
rubbing circles over Jim's back, still crooning.

Jim had never had anything in his ass, and though at first Blair's finger
had felt foreign and he had tensed causing pain, the second time was easier,
and he concentrated on the feel of it stretching inside him. The fingers
brushed across his prostate and Jim groaned in pleasure his cock beginning
to fill up again. When two fingers were added, Jim felt strangely full, and
though there was a little pain, it mostly felt good, and Jim concentrated on
the pleasure, ignoring the tiny pain and it eventually disappeared.

Then Blair's fingers were removed, and Jim surprised himself by whimpering
in loss, needing those fingers back inside him.

"Sssshh, its okay Jim. Need to add some more lube. Its alright." Blair
whispered patting his lower back soothingly. Blair gelled up his fingers and
replaced two of them back inside Jim.

Jim squirmed at the feel of them inside him. It felt good in a way he never
suspected it would, then a third finger was added, and Jim groaned and
whimpered in pleasure.

After what seemed hours to Jim, Blair removed his three fingers, and Jim
whimpered again in loss. Behind him, Blair lubed up his straining cock, all
nine and 1/2 inches ready to fill Jim's ass.

Setting the head of his cut cock against Jim's asshole, Blair pushed inward
a few inches, then stopped when Jim made small noises of pain. He waited,
petting Jim's flank, while the sentinel became use to the size and feel of
Blair's large cock in his ass. When Jim indicated he was ready, Blair pushed
in some more, listening for the tell tale signs of pain from Jim.

He continued to push forward until finally his balls rested against Jim's
ass. He waited a few moments, then suddenly Jim was pushing back against
him, and Blair knew Jim was ready. Pulling out a bit, Blair thrust back in
and Jim groaned in pleasure.

Jim, ever silent and stoic, was also a silent lover. He never cried out
Blair's name, or begged in words for more. The only noises were the grunts,
whimpers, moans and groans that Blair could easily interpret.

Blair continued to thrust slowly into Jim, wishing he could pound away, but
knowing that Jim probably couldn't handle that just yet.

Jim's ass was tight and hot around Blair's cock, and Blair knew he wasn't
going to last. His balls tightened, and Blair felt his orgasm coming.

When he released his seed inside Jim, the sentinel screamed in pain and
pleasure, and Blair's heart raced in fear because he had also felt that
strange electric sensation in his cock. The electricity had flowed from him
into Jim with Blair's seed, and Jim's sense of touch had been turned up high
enough that it had felt like a mild electric shock inside him. The pleasure
and pain had been enough that Jim had come a second time over the sheets,
then collapsed, unconscious.

Blair pulled out of Jim gently, and rolled the sentinel over, placing his
ear against Jim's chest. Jim's heartbeat was steady, and Jim seemed to be
breathing okay as well. Satisfied that his lover was alright, Blair snuggled
up next to the sentinel, and fell into a blissful sleep.

One Year Later....

Paris, France

Jim stood on the bow of the barge that was their temporary home. Methos had

bought it from an immortal friend of his who was still in Seacouver. Methos

had left Paris a month before, claiming he had some work that he needed to

finish up in London. Brutus, of course, had stayed with them, still teaching

Blair had to use the blade that the young guide carried hidden within his

long black coat.

Staring out at the Paris light, Jim remembered his first time

in Paris. He had helped kidnap a chemist who had been working for the wrong

people in developing chemical weapons. He had not had time to appreciate the

beauty that was Paris.

His enhanced hearing caught the sound of footsteps and a gentle breeze

brought the scent of the river, and of his lover to his nostrils. Turning

his head, Jim saw Blair step up on the bow beside him, chestnut curls

blowing in the breeze, a smile brightening his face.

"Amazing, isn't it." Blair said. "I've travelled to a lot of different

places, but can you believe this is my first time to see Paris."

"Hard to imagine that, Chief. I would have thought you'd have been here

before with Naomi."

"No. Naomi had been here before I was born, but never afterwards. Strange."

"I suppose."

"Brutus said that all immortals are foundlings. Never knowing their true

parents. I wonder were she found me at?"

Jim shrugged, "No way of knowing, unless you want to find her and ask her."

Blair shook his head, "No. She thinks I am dead. I should let her grieve. It

would be best than having to explain all this to her."

Jim nodded.

He felt Blair lean up against him, head resting against his shoulder. A hand

brushed against his, and he caught it, held it in his own hand.

"Its kind of fitting." Blair said.

"What is, Chief."

"Well here we are together, in Paris, the city of love."

"Your right Chief. It is fitting."

And with that Blair pulled Jim's head down, and Jim opened his mouth to kiss

Blair's warm lips. He felt Blair's tongue exploring his mouth, and the sound

of the waves from the river hitting against the boat, the smell of Blair's

scent, and his shampoo clinging to his nostrils, and felt the rightness of

being with Blair, there on the small barge in Paris.

Jim Ellison walked along the the Quai de La Tournelle, long coat blowing in
the wind coming off the Seine. Some yards from him, Jim could see the barge
moored along the quay. From the distance, Jim could make out two figures on
the barge. Sentinel sight zeroed in, and Jim could clearly see Brutus and
Blair seated on the deck. They appeared to be talking. Jim piggybacked
hearing onto sight and listened, not even bothering to listen to the small
guilty voice in his head.

"Brutus, can I ask you a favor?" That was Blair's voice. It seemed hesitant,
uncertain.

"Of course, Blair." Brutus always sounded gruff and confident.

"Do you think you'll be the last?"

"The last immortal?" Jim could clearly see Brutus shrug his massive
shoulders. "I don't know, Blair. There are others that are better than I.
Why do you ask?"

"I wondered if you think that maybe...I could be the last one?"

"With more training, you could be very good, Blair. Better than Methos,
better than I. But skill will not always determine the winner. Sometimes,
luck plays into it." Brutus chuckled a bit at that.

"That's what I thought. I'm afraid, Brutus. What if I lose? I practically
forced Jim into this. And I can't even use the excuse that I didn't have a
choice. I mean, today was fluke. What happens when my luck runs out. Jim
will pay the price."

"I don't know what to say, Blair. But you didn't force Jim. I'll grant you
you kept up the chase, but it was his choice. He didn't go into it blindly,
not knowing the consequences. Unless you're telling me the first time was
rape."

"No. I mean..he didn't say no, but...Aaaww, I don't know what I mean. What
would have happened had I lost to Ponce Da'Nalle, today?"

"You would have lost your head, and I would have lost a friend."

"And Jim?"

"Would be in Ponce's bed right now, rather than walking down the Tournelle."

Jim watched as Blair nodded. He could see the tears glistening in Blair's
bright blue eyes.

"Brutus, if I ever lose, and you're still around, would you..."

"You want me to find your killer and take his head, is that it?" Brutus
asked, and Jim drew in a quick breath in shock.

"Yes. Please, Brutus. I can't stand the thought that Jim would suffer
because of me. I know, I know, I should have thought of that before I
brought him into this. But I did. At the time, I thought I could protect
him. I could be the last one. No one can tell I am immortal, but that was
before the fight with Ponce. In the middle of it all, I realised, I could
lose, and then Jim would become Ponce's, and God only knew what would happen
after that. Then he slipped. He slipped on my blood! It shocked me."

"I understand, Blair. I truly do. And if you want me to, if you ever lose, I
will find your killer and I will take his head. I promise you that Blair. If
I still live, I will hunt your killer down and I will not stop till I am
dead, or he is. I promise."

Jim watched in shock as Blair suddenly threw his arms around his teacher and
hugged him, tears falling down his face, and Jim barely heard the whispered
"thank you," from Blair.

Jim never felt the tears that fell down his own face.

Early that morning...

Jim followed Blair out of the Louvre as the young immortal guide lectured on
Greek and Roman sculptures. Jim was only half listening, the words flowing
by him, but never actually registering in his mind. Something about six and
half heads, and feet and forearms? It didn't matter. Jim wouldn't remember
the words later. Instead, he knew he would remember the way Blair's hands
gestured to emphasize a point, how the curly chestnut locks blew in the
wind, and his generous mouth moved as the words spilled from his full lips.
Jim felt that he could zone on the sight of Blair, on the beauty that was
his guide and lover.

Suddenly, Blair stopped, words halting in mid-sentence as he stared at the
man coming toward them. Jim watched Blair's hand stray to the hidden sword
in his long black coat, and he felt a deep fear in his heart as he realised
the the tall, lithe man with the blonde goatee was an immortal.

The man stopped and looked at them with brown eyes, and stroked his goatee
as if from habit. "I cannot feel you for some reason, but I know you are one
of us if only by your reaction, youngling. I am Ponce Da'Nalle of Venice."

"I am Blair Sandburg." Blair said and Jim could hear the confidence in
Blair's voice. Jim wondered if it was false...an attempt to hide his fear.

The man, Ponce, snorted. "Contemptible. A Jew! What ghastly luck!"

Then the man's eyes moved past Blair to Jim who stood behind his guide.
"Hmmm...perhaps this...folly...will have its rewards after all. Other than
ridding the world of one more Jew."

Jim had seen the lust behind the man's brown eyes for that one second. Those
eyes had run over Jim's body, and Jim felt strangely uncomfortable. As if he
were standing their nude instead of fully clothed. He had never felt that
way after a man or woman had 'checked' him out. Wishing he could be the
Blessed Protector Blair had called him and fight the immortal himself, Jim
just clenched his fists at his side.

Blair had noticed the look to if the smell of anger and jealousy coming of
him in waves was any clue. That and the fear smell.

"Shall we go somewhere a bit more private?" Blair asked the man his eyes
seeing the people who walked along the street early in the morning.

"Of course." Ponce said and gestured to Blair to follow him. Blair did so,
but when Jim moved to follow, Blair placed a hand on his chest.

"No, Jim. I want to give you a head start...just in case." Blair said.

"Just kill the son of a bitch, and you won't have to worry about giving me a
head start." Jim said with a slight smile.

Blair smiled back, but the fear smell was still there.

Jim paced. He felt as if he should have followed his guide and the other
immortal as they had walked away and gone into a secluded park not far from
there. He was afraid. Blair would win or not. And Jim could do nothing to
change that outcome. He could not interfere, he could not fight the battles
for his guide. For the first time, someone else was fighting a battle that
Jim felt should have been his fight alone. Helpless had never been a word he
associated with himself before, but now found that the word fit him
perfectly at that moment. Not only was Blair's fate in Blair's hands, but
Jim's as well. And Jim had no choice but to await his fate.

The a prickle along the back of his neck made the sentinel stop and stare at
the direction Blair had gone. The smell of ozone reached his nostrils, then
suddenly he could see the blue lightning and feel the energy along his skin
as the Quickening was released. Jim breathed a sigh of relief. Brutus had
said that Jim would feel the shift of the bond should Blair ever loose a
battle. He would know when his guide died. And it had not happened.

Jim waited until the quickening died down. Brutus had said that Jim would
not want to be in the vicinity with a Quickening being released. His senses
would probably overload. After having sensed the Quickening from the
distance he was at, Jim had no desire to get closer why it was still going.
Once the blue light was gone, Jim head in a quick jog toward the feel in his
body that said 'Blair' and found his guide covered in blood just getting up
from his knees. Jim saw the body of Ponce, and the head that had rolled a
few feet away after having been lopped off by Blair's sword.

Blair looked up when Jim arrived, and the sentinel saw the pale face of his
guide, and slightly haunted eyes that stared at him.

"He slipped, Jim. I should be dead, I would have been dead, but he slipped
on my blood, and I..." Suddenly Blair leaned over and began to lose his
breakfast there in the park. Jim went immediately to his guide's side and
held him as the immortal vomited, then cried into his shoulder.

When Blair finally regained some of his composure, Jim led him from the
garden back onto the street. Once they were moving further from the park,
Blair became more animated until he no longer needed Jim to support his
entire weight. Instead he leaned against Jim, and walked, while Jim prayed
that this would not be the proverbial straw.

Jim decided that Blairs talks with Brutus was helping

the young immortal deal with the trauma of having

beheaded his first immortal. However, even after ten

days Blair had yet to return to Jim's bed. Not after

the first night they had tried to make love after the

beheading. Blair had stopped suddenly, and burst in to

tears, all the while apologizing. It wasn't until Jim

overheard a conversation Blair was having with Brutus

that Jim understood why. That night, all Blair could

see was himself dead, and someone else cruelly

'taking' Jim and causing pain.

Though it was a possibility, Jim tried not to dwell on

the fact. The future was uncertain, even for

immortals. Jim, unlike Blair, could still be killed by

things other than beheadings. Though he healed nearly

as quickly as Blair, he did not have that ability to

return after being dead. He did not age, nor could he

die from a disease, but a bullet, or a sword could

easily kill him. Therefor, Jim took each day as it

came, and hopefully Blair would come to realize that

they needed to live and love each day for whatever

time they had.

On the eleventh night after the Quickening, Jim lay in

his bunk on the barge, covers drawn up to his

shoulders as he tried to sleep to the calming sound of

the waves against the barge, and the thumping of his

guide's heartbeat.

Then Jim noticed that the heartbeat was getting louder

and faster, and Jim opened his eyes to see Blair enter

Jim's cabin, the smell of arousal hitting his nostrils

like a train.

Smiling, Jim pulled back the covers inviting Blair

into his bed.

Blair did so and quickly claimed Jim's mouth with his

own, tongue exploring Jim's palate. Eventually they

broke for air, and Blair's hot mouth moved to Jim's

throat. The sentinel tilted his head back to expose

his throat to his lover and guide, an act of

submission, and love.

Blair quickly latched on to Jim's throat and sucked,

leaving behind the slight discoloration that marked

the sentinel as his. Blair mouth moved down Jim's

throat as his roaming hands moved across Jim's chest

and found an erect nipple. Fingers twisted, and played

with the nipple, pinching it which caused Jim to groan

in pleasure and pain. Blair's mouth matched on to the

abused nipple and sucked it as a newborn colt on his

dam's teat, while his hands explored lower to the

waistband of Jim's boxers.

Jim could feel the warmth of Blair's erection through

Blair's own boxers against his thigh as his own cock

swelled to fullness, tenting his own boxers. Blair

hand snuck beneath the boxers and found the erect

cock. The hand wrapped around the base and squeezed

just enough for Jim to really feel it. Then quickly,

Blair pulled Jim's boxers down exposing Jim's cock to

the air, then before Jim could get use to the feeling

of freedom, Blair's mouth engulfed his cock.

Jim cried out and arched his back at the incredible

feeling, as Blair deep throated his cock. Blair

swallowed, then began to suck in earnest, and Jim

gripped Blair's head with his hands, reveling in he

feel of the silky curls between his fingers.

Blair swallowed a few more times, then, Jim began to

thrust. Slowly at first, discovering Blair could take

it. Then the thrusts went faster and harder until

finally Jim arched his back, crying out as he spilled

his seed down Blair's throat.

Jim fell back against the bed covered in a fine sheen

of sweat panting harshly. Blair swallowed all of the

cum, then licked his lips. He moved upward and locked

his mouth onto Jim's and Jim could taste himself in

Blair hot wet mouth. Then he felt Blair's fingers

moving lower, brushing across the entrance to his

body, and Jim smiled, nodded, then rolled onto his

stomach. Blair immediately searched for and found the

lube in a drawer.

Coating his fingers, Blair easily slid one finger

inside Jim's body, worked it around, then moved on to

two fingers, then eventually three. Jim opened up

easily, his hole ready and willing to take Blair's

straining cock.

Blair lubed up his cock, then leaned over his mouth

close to Jim's ear, "I'm going to fuck you so hard. Do

you want it hard?" Blair asked in a teasing

authorative tone that made Jim quiver.

"Yes," Jim said, "Fuck me, fuck me hard."

With one thrust Blair sheathed his hard cock inside

Jim's ass. Jim grunted at the feeling of it, but

reveled in it.

Then as promised, Blair began short hard driving

thrust, pounding away into Jim's ass, harder and

faster.

Jim cried out in exstacy when Blair exploded inside

his ass, cum filling him, hot and scalding,

electricity from Blair's quickening driving his brain

past pleasure folds that Jim didn't know existed.

But Jim did not pass out like he had the first time,

and a few times after that. Instead he lay on his

stomach, sated, and tired, Blair's cock still inside

him, Blair's chest resting on his back. Blair kissed

Jim's back between his shoulder blades, then lifted

himself up, groaning at the effort. His deflated cock

pulled free of Jim's ass. Blair sat back on his heels

between Jim's legs, then with his hands spread Jim's

asscheeks. He checked Jim's ass for any sign of blood

or damage. Finding none, he layed a kiss on the hot,

pulsating pucker that was leaking cum, and lubricant.

Then he licked Jim's anus, tasting his own cum. Jim

groaned in pleasure. Blair enjoying the taste, and the

sound of Jim's groans, pushed his tongue inside Jim's

already sore asshole, and Jim groaned form the

pleasure/pain it brought. Blair tongue fucked Jim for

a few more minutes, then licked his way up the crack

of Jim's ass up his spinal cord to the back of Jim's

neck, where he latched onto and sucked. Then he

nuzzled Jim's neck, closing his eyes as he folded his

body onto Jim's back, cock nestled between Jim's

asscheeks, then fell into a deep sleep. The sentinel

followed quickly.

Jim awoke slowly to the feel of Blair's heavy and comforting weight
on his back. He smiled feeling Blair's cock nestled between his
asscheeks. He could feel the lingering soreness from the night's
passion and reveled in the feel. Jim would never have thought that he
would enjoy having someone's cock in his ass until the first time
with Blair. It had felt right, even when it had felt scary at the
same time. Their relationship had continued along those lines, Blair
always topping, and neither of them cared to change roles. Jim
enjoyed bottoming, and Blair enjoyed topping, and not once had they
ever tried it any other way.

Jim's ears caught the sound of Blair's heartbeat speeding up enough
for Jim to know that Blair was awakening. A pleasurable groan from
Blair, and a light kiss on the back of Jim's neck, made Jim aware
that Blair's cock was filling, aroused by the feel of Jim's asscheeks
on either side of it.

A tongue came out and bathed the back of Jim's neck as Blair moved
his hips, his cock stroking along the crack of Jim's ass. He felt
Blair's hands on either side of his ass squeezing the cheeks together
to encase Blair's cock in a tight sheath.

Jim's own cock began to harden at the pleasure the stimulation
brought to his sensitive anus. Blair continued to suckle on the back
of Jim's neck, nipping a bit with teeth.

Suddenly, Blair lifted up, his cock removed from between Jim's
asscheeks as Blair grasped his cock and placed the head against Jim's
anus.

"Yes." Jim said, knowing what Blair wanted.

In a fit of primal urgency, Blair thrust forward sinking his cock
into Jim's ass at the same time that he bit the back of Jim's neck,
not drawing blood but bruising the tissues. The pleasure/pain along
with the overwhelming sense of being dominated overwhelmed the
sentinel and he came with a shout as Blair thrust hard into his tight
tunnel until he too came with a shout.

Afterwards, Blair practically dragged Jim into the shower where they
cleaned up.

Brutus was waiting for them with breakfast ready. The older immortal
greeted them with a knowing smile, and Blair actually blushed.

They sat down to a breakfast of eggs and croissants along with the
usual coffee.

Brutus told Blair that he had borrowed a gym from an old friend so
that Blair could continue to learn under Brutus' tutelage. Jim was of
course welcome to come, but the sentinel declined saying he would
rather do a bit of sight seeing.

Brutus nodded.

A few hours later, Blair left with Brutus, and Jim left the barge a
few minutes later. Somehow he found his way to the Eiffel Tower.

As he stared down at the city below him intent on his own musings,
Jim didn't hear someone come up behind him until a voice spoke.

"Beautiful view, eh?" A man's voice said.

Jim turned to look at the speaker. A gray haired man with a beard
wearing unrelieved black, one hand resting on a cane. Jim could tell
that the man's legs were artificial.

Suspicious, Jim merely said, "Yeah."

"Sorry, name's Joe Dawson. I'm a friend of Adam's." The man said
holding out his hand. Jim listened to the man's heartbeat and
breathing and knew him to not be lying.

"Jim Ellison." Jim said taking the hand and shaking it in a friendly
gesture.

"Yeah, Adam told me about you."

"What did he tell you?" Jim asked.

"Easy, no need to get hostile. I know all about Adam and his
friends." He emphasized the word friends. "Perhaps we can talk
somewhere more private."

Jim nodded.

They made their way to a quiet bar and found a table way int he back.

"I belong to a group of mortals called Watchers. Our group watches
immortals and records their history. Adam claims he was the one who
started them. A way to know where the others were so he could avoid
them."

"So you just watch."

"Yes, we don't interfere in the Game. We just record."

"So Blair has a Watcher?" Jim said.

"Actually, no. He doesn't. Adam made sure to tell me that Blair was
off limits. Told me he would explain later then when I met up with
him later in Vancouver he told me your and Blair's story. At first I
was hesitant to believe him. After all he had claimed for years not
to know the reason behind the Game, but let's just say I was willing
to give him the benefit of the doubt."

Jim wondered if he should feel threatened by the thought that someone
knew the truth. Realising he didn't, Jim just looked at Joe, "I'm not
sure I believe it either, but I suppose I'll find out."

Dawson smiles. "Adam asked me to talk to you. To try and indoctrine
you into the Watchers. No one knows that Sandburg is an immortal, and
they never will. As a Watcher you'll have access to our files, and
will know where the other immortals are. I was kind of hesitant about
the whole idea, but Adam said it would be best. He said this was the
second reason he created the Watchers."

"That would be useful. Blair's not too happy about killing." That was
an understatement, but Jim felt there was no need to go into it.

"So, are you willing to join. I can easily bring you into the fold
without too many problems. Oh and very few people will know you are a
Watcher. You won't be assigned to a specific immortal. I'll put you
down as doing research, this way no one will think much about you
being with Sandburg. I'll put you down as Adam's assistant."

"Yeah, that will work for me. Thanks, Joe."

The two of them got up and paid the bill, then left the bar. They
walked down the streets and talked of inconsequential things, never
once mentioning immortals, swords, or the prize.

Hours later, Jim returned to the barge. Joe had taken him to one of
the Watcher headquarters where he received a labtop, all the current
passwords, and the fresh tattoo on his wrist.

Blair wasn't too happy about the fact that Jim had joined the
Watchers. He had noticed the tattoo right away and it was then that
Jim found out that Brutus had told Blair all about the Watchers as
well as the sub group of Watchers turned killers known simply as the
Hunters. The argument was loud, Blair determined to not let Jim stay
in the Watchers, not wanting the Watchers attention to come down on
the sentinel.

The argument ended however when Jim had yelled, "I may be your
sentinel, but that doesn't make me your slave!" Then stalked out of
the barge slamming the door shut behind him.

Blair stood in shock for a few minutes. His mind replayed back their
argument and he realised that he had been practically ordering Jim to
leave the Watchers, treating him as if Jim was his slave. "Oh god, I
didn't mean to." He whispered.

"You might want to go after him, Blair." Brutus suggested. Blair
nodded and grabbed his long black coat and headed out into the
streets of Paris. He caught up with Jim at one of the bridges.

"I'm sorry." Blair said immediately upon finding the sentinel. "You
are right. Its not my place to dictate what you do. You are a free
man not a slave."

Jim looked at Blair. He said nothing for a few minutes. "I don't feel
free." He said quietly.

Blair's heart seemed to freeze in his chest. "Jim, you know you are
free to leave if you want. I won't stop you. I'll miss you, but I
won't stop you."

Jim gave a bitter laugh, "Yes you do, Chief. Without even realising
you stop me. I can go to the other end of the city and feel just
fine, but the moment I even think about staying away, about leaving
about not coming back, and suddenly it hurts. There's pain deep
inside, and it feels as if your on the end of the leash tugging me
back, and I have to follow. I don't have a choice. This bond isn't
going to let me be free."

Blair didn't know what to say. Methos had never mentioned anything
like what Jim was describing. It made him afraid. If the bond
wouldn't allow him to leave Blair, what would happen when another
Immortal killed Blair. The thought of that was enough to make Blair
queasy.

"I'm sorry, Blair. I guess I am kinda of depressed and taking it out
on you. I chose for this to happen. I could have said no like I had
before."

"Its alright, Jim. I understand. I'm sorry I tried to practically
order you to leave the Watchers. If you want to be a Watcher, then
you should be one. I won't stop you from doing what you want." As he
spoke he moved closer to Jim and laid a hand on the sentinel's
shoulder.

Jim turned and brought Blair into a strong embrace.

Blair patted Jim's back as he leaned into the embrace, "everything
will be alright." Blair crooned.

*****************

One year later....

Jim sat at the desk in their condo sitting high above the city of
Tokyo. Blair and Brutus were studying Martial Arts at one of the
premium Dojo's in Tokyo. Their teacher, a mortal, was considered one
of the best and Brutus had decided that they could benefit form the
teaching. Jim could have of course joined as well, but the sentinel
declined. Instead, he had joined one of the gyms, and worked out and
trained with an ex-Marine turned bodyguard whom Jim had met at the
gym. They had struck up a friendship, though Jim had lied about what
his name was. After all, James Joseph Ellison was dead, and he was
Jim Brewer, an ex-Army man also turned bodyguard. Pete Blane, and Jim
went out drinking a few times, but mostly trained together,
practicing and keeping in shape. Blane had helped Jim get the current
job he had. Jim was a kind of bouncer at one of Tokyo's exclusive
clubs. It made good money and it gave Jim something to do while they
stayed in Tokyo.

On Jim's labtop, the list of Immortal in Tokyo came up. Jim had
checked the files each day. So far the list had not changed. The four
Immortals in Tokyo beside Blair and Brutus where immortal who did not
seek challenges. In fact two of them were acquaintances of Brutus.

Jim left the Watcher archives, and hit the internet. A slight case of
homesickness had him put Cascade in the search engine.

Jim's face turned white, and his heart thudded in his chest as he
read the news article dated four days before. An article of a Police
Captain's critical injury in the line of duty. Tears filled the
sentinel's eyes as he read the article beneath the picture of a flag
covered casket, and learned about the death of a dear friend, Captain
Simon Banks.

There's no time for us

There's no place for us

What is this thing that builds our dreams

then slips away from us...Who wants to live forever?

Rain fell in a soft mist as Jim Ellison once Sentinel of the Great

City stood before the gray stone that marked the final resting place

of a man. The sentinel's tears mixed with the rain on his face as Jim

bowed his head to pay his respects to Captain Simon Banks.

Brutus had been against them going back to Cascade. It had only been

a few years since their own 'deaths', and too easily they could be

recognized. But Blair had stood up to his teacher, and Brutus had

given in with concessions.

Which was why Jim's once short hair was now a bit longer, and blonde

instead of his usual brown. He also sported a blonde goatee.

Blair and Jim had already been to the cemetery once earlier in the

day. They had said their goodbyes, shed tears over their fallen

comrade.

Jim however had snuck out later while Brutus and Blair were

practicing. He needed to see Simon alone.

Now he stood near the gravesite, wearing only a light jacket that was

already soaked through, ignoring the rain and cold. Not sure why he

had come again, why he stood in the rain.

"I don't know if I can do this, Simon." Jim said finally. "Will I be

here again in so many years to say goodbye to Darryl as well. Or

Joel? Maybe even Carolyn. Why I live, never growing older. Waiting

for the day when the last immortal takes what some prophecy thinks is

his....or hers." Jim added as an afterthought. Jim pulled the gun out

of his pocket. It was a S&W 45. semi automatic. He looked down at the

gun. "I can't even end it. I can hold this gun, but the moment I even

think about using it, my hands refuse to work." He gave a bitter

laugh, then replaced the gun. "I am so sorry, Simon. I'm sorry you

thought we were dead. I'm sorry I never tried to get in touch, to

confide in you about what was going on. You of all people would have

listened, and believed. You've been with us through this whole

sentinel thing. You would have believed." Jim knelt down beside the

stone and placed his hand on the words carved into it.

Simon E. Banks

Beloved Father and Friend

A True Hero

"Goodbye, old friend." Jim said then stood and walked out of the

cemetery.

Who wants to live forever?

Eventually, the three of them left Cascade and moved back to Tokyo.

Jim had taken a leave from his job, and returned to it once back in

Tokyo. Blair and Brutus continued their Martial Arts studies. They

lived in Tokyo for three years, and Blair was challenged twice. He

won both times, taking the challengers head and Quickening. Brutus

was challenged once and won as well. After the three years, they

moved to Vancouver where they met up with Methos. Duncan MacCleod,

with whom Methos was staying, had gone to Paris with his new student,

a young boy by the name of John Pierce, who had died in a car

accident at the tender age of twelve. The boy had been from vanouver,

so MacCleod had felt it was better to leave. He had given Methos the

use of his house.

Some eight months later, Joe Dawson died of a heart attack. MacCleod

made it back in time to be at the funeral. Jim was there as well,

along with Methos. Blair and Brutus had not gone because Methos said

he didn't want to explain Blair's presence to the Highlander.

Joe Dawson was laid to rest on a rare day of sunshine, and little

cloud cover, and the mourners bid their goodbyes to a good friend.

Duncan didn't stick around long. He gathered up his young student and

went back to Paris some four days after the funeral.

Four years after Joe Dawson died found Brutus, and Blair saying

goodbye. The older immortal had declared the young Guide's training

under his tutelage complete. Blair of course was encouraged to

continue to seek training with mortal masters, and to hone his

skills, but Brutus said that the student was ready.

Blair found a job in New York as a museum curator. Brutus had taught

Blair had to set up new identities for himself and Jim so that while

they lived in New York, Blair was Blair Kern, and Jim was James

Marrows. While Blair worked as the curator of a museum, Jim worked as

a bouncer at one of New York's finest clubs.

Blair had joined a dojo in New York, and continued to practice each

day, and the sentinel worked out at at the World Gym.

They returned to Cascade twice more, once for Joel Taggart's funeral,

and another for Darryl Banks graduation from Rainier University with

his PHD in Criminal Justice with a minor in Criminal Psychology. The

FBI offered the young Banks a job, and Darryl took it. Jim knew

Simon would be proud of his son.

Five months after Darryl's graduation Daniel Cays came to New York.

The first time Blair met Daniel Cays was at an art auction. When he

had walked into the building he had immediately felt the presence of

another immortal. Findng said immortal was relatively easy. when

Blair had stared right at the man wearing a Armani tailored tux with

a red cummerband, and a white scarf, the man had looked right back.

And though Daniel's eyes widened, probably from the shock of not

being able to feel Blair's presence, he seem to recognize Blair for

what he was.

Blair outbid Cays on a sculpture of a black jaguar morphing into a

man. Cays wasn't too happy about being outbid by a long haired hippy,

but Blair was making good money in his current job. And he really

wanted that sculpture. They had walked out of the building when the

auction was over. Cays was a bit drunk which was one reason he didn't

challenge Blair right off the bat.

"I don't know why I can't feel you, but I will find out." Cays

whispered to Blair before he stepped into his limo. Blair shivered at

the tone of the man's voice. When the valet brought Blair's red Ford

Mustang around, the young guide got in and drove away, his eyes

always on the rear view mirror making sure no one was following him.

Luck was not with the guide however.

Jim first met Daniel Cays at the exclusive gay club Jim worked at as

a bouncer. The man had hit on him for most of the night, and was well

into being completely drunk by the end of the night. Jim, of course,

had ignored the man, walking away when Cays hands got too familiar.

Cays didn't like the idea of someone saying no to him, and asked

straight out exactly how much money Jim wanted for one night. Jim had

growled and told the man that he wasn't a prostitute and that didn't

he know that soliciting was a crime. Cays had glared after Jim when

the sentinel had walked away after the conversation.

Cays was not anymore happy to see Blair pick up Jim in his red Ford

Mustang. Blair had noticed Cays after he felt the presence of an

immortal, and it frightened him to find out that Cays had been

hitting on Jim, enough so that he considered leaving New York all

together.

That night, Jim looked into the Watcher database to find out more

about Daniel Cays. They discovered that the immortal was three

hundred years old and had been an English aristocrat before he had

been killed by an assassin sent to wipe out his entire family. The

man's teacher had been a one time student of Kurgan who had managed

to make himself scarce before The Kurgan decided to get rid of

him...permanently.

Some three days later the museum Blair worked at was broken into and

the new Peruvian exhibit had been ransacked and the valuable gold

artifacts had been stolen. Blair didn't have any proof, but he had a

feeling that Cays was leaving him a message.

Two days later, their apartment was broken into while they had been

to a broadway show. The jaguar statue was gone, as well as a few

other items. Cays had also left his cum on the bed where Blair and

Jim. Blair had the sheets, covers, and mattress burned.

Two days later...

Blair laid his head on Jim's shoulder wrapping his arms around his

sentinel, clasping the hands together in front of Jim's chest. "I

think we should leave New York. Start somewhere else." Blair said.

"Whatever you think is best, Blair." Jim answered. "I don't think

this guy is playing with a full deck of cards."

Blair kissed Jim's shoulder, "Alright. We'll leave Friday. I'll call

Methos tomorrow and see if we can use the island for a bit."

"Sounds good to me, Chief." Jim smiled as Blair's mouth began to

nibble on Jim's ear.

As Blair nibbled down Jim's ear and neck, his hands unclasped and

roamed over the sentinel's smooth chest. The exploring hands found

nipples that they pinched and rubbed until they hardened into little

nubs. Jim could feel Blair's cock growing against his ass through his

silk boxers.

Blair's mouth latched on to the back of Jim's neck and began to suck

hard enough to leave a mark, and teeth nipped into the already

bruised skin. Jim gasped in pleasure at the sensation while Blair's

hands roamed further down to sneak inot the silk boxers to find the

hardening cock within.

Blair's mouth moved further down, latching again on to skin, nipping

and sucking leaving marks while his hands rubbed Jim's cock and

rolled his balls around in their sacks. Blair's hands gripped Jim's

cock and moved up and down its length while he nipped and sucked down

Jim's back.

He stopped with his hands before Jim could cum, and his mouth found

its way to the top of Jim's boxers. He had left a trail of small

bruises down Jim's back, and the sentinel had groaned and panted in

pleasure with each bite and suck. Blair used his hands to pull Jim's

boxers down revealing the mounds of his buttocks. Blair quickly

latched on to one and sucked and nipped, and Jim gasped in pleasure

closing his eyes and reveling in the sensation. One finger probed the

entrance to Jim's body but did not try to enter dry.

Blair brought his finger to his own mouth letting go of Jim's ass as

he did so. He sucked his finger until it was wet with his saliva,

then latched on immediately to the other butt cheek while his wet

finger pushed inside Jim's ass. His finger foudn the right spot and

rubbed. The combination of pleasure and pain from the duel sensations

of being bitten and his prostate being stimulated had Jim cumming.

Blair smiled at that, then removed his finger. He moved back up the

bed so that he could kiss Jim's mouth. They kissed, their tongue

trying to battle it out inside their mouths. When they broke apart,

Blair dug into the nightstand beside the bed and brought out the

lube. He quickly but carefully lubed up Jim's asshole. They had sex

enough that it didn't take long for Jim's ass to be ready to accept

Blair's length.

Blair sheathed his cock inside Jim's ass in one quick thrust, and

continued to thrust. Jim, on his hands and knees, thrust back in tiem

with Blair's strokes so that they settled into an easy rythmn. The

stimulation to his ass and prostate had Jim's cock reacting again,

filling with blood. Blair reached around JIm and grasped his cock in

a lubed hand, and Jim thrusted into Blair's hand while Blair thrust

into Jim's ass.

Jim came first and the waves of Jim's orgasm brought Blair to orgasm

as well and the electric wave from Blair's quickening surged through

Jim and the sentinel cried out at the intense pleasure but no longer

passed out.

Jim collapsed on the bed, and Blair collapsed on top of him. A few

mintues later Blair recovered enough to clean them both up with a wet

wash rag, then laid down again in his favorite position, his whole

body lying on Jim's back, head resting between Jim's shoulder blades,

and his cock nestled between Jim's asscheeks. They slept peacefully,

their thoughts never straying toward the immortal Cays.

Jim yawned as he unlocked the door to their apartment. The sun was

just begining to find its way over the Atlantic, and Jim was tired

from working. He had had to break up several fights, and throw out

just as many drunks. *I hate friday nights.* He thought as he locked

the door behind him and headed for the bathroom.

After taking a hot shower, Jim headed to their bed. Blair was of

course at work, and he knew that the immortal guide would be turning

in his resignation. Yawning again, Jim crawled into bed pulling the

covers over him and closing his eyes. He went to sleep immediately.

Blair stepped out of the museum and head for his car when he felt the

presence of an immortal. His heart began to pound as his eyes found

the immortal, Cays, waiting for him in the parking lot wearing a long

brown leather duster. Cays nodded toward the alley, and Blair

gripping the hilt of his sword hidden in the folds of his coat,

swallowed hard trying not to look afraid as he followed Cays into the

alley.

As the jaguar, Jim paced on the steps of the temple tail lashing

in agitation. A whine from his left had Jim turning and seeing the

wolf emerge from the jungle. The wolf had his tongue lolling out in a

grin ready to greet the jaguar.

A snarl turned Jim's attention away from Blair in time to see a

jackal exit the jungle into the clearing. The jackal growled at the

wolf who snarled back.

Jim tried to go to the wolf, to help him, but found himself suddenly

chained to the temple by a silver collar around his neck and chain

attached to it and to the stone. He howled in anguish, pulling

against the chain desperate to reach the wolf.

The jackal attacked, and the wolf met the attack head on. They

snarled and growled, and moved as fast as lightening, each using

their teeth to try and rend flesh. Whines of pain came from both the

wolf and the jackal, but each continued the fight, neither one giving

ground.

Jim howled in despair when he saw the wolf loose his footing, and the

jackals teeth flashed in the sun as its jaws closed over the wolf's

throat.

The horror before Jim's eyes took a few minutes but eventuallly the

jackal managed to rip off the wolf's head. Tears filled the jaguar's

eyes as pain filled his heart, and he howled in anguish and despair.

Blue lightening flashed and a blue mist rose from the dead wolf. Jim

howled again and writhed upon the stone steps as he felt the death of

his beloved guide. ****

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Jim screamed as he ripped his way violently

out of sleep, the pain in his heart and soul almost more than he

could bear.

End of Chapter One: The Wolf

PART TWO: THE JACKAL

Jim Ellison lay on his bed curled up around a pillow that he hugged

to his face as he cried. Blair's scent from the pillow filled his

nostrils and the pain in his heart filled his mind until he could

think of nothing else but his grief. Not once did it enter his mind

that Cays would soon be on his way over, nor did thoughts of what was

sure to happen enter his head, his grief so overwhelming.

The sentinel sobbed into the pillow where the guide's scent lingered

crying out to the world that did not care of the loss of his guide.

Strangely enough Jim was left alone for two hours in which he cried

and grieved to fall eventually into a deep unrestful sleep still

clutching Blair's pillow to his head.

He was awkened when his senses warned him of Cays approach to the

apartment. Knowing that Cays would only mock him in his grief, Jim

slipped out of the bed. It took all his training and will power not

to break down and cry again. As it was he stumbled into the bathroom

choking back sobs that threatened to well up in him. He washed his

face with cold water, and looked into the mirror. A shadowy glimpse

of a timber wolf had him turning around, but no wolf stood on the

bed. Instead Jim saw the jackal that had torn off the wolf's head in

his dream. At that moment the door to the apartment flung open

banging against the wall.

Standing in the doorway, Daniel Cays stood leaning heavily against

the doorframe. The Quickening had knocked him for a loop and Jim

noticed that Blair had put up a good fight for Cays sported jagged

tears in his shirt, blood soaked his clothes, and arms. Cays looked

at Jim who stood in the doorway of the bathroom wearing only a pair

of blue silk boxers.

"All of this. Killing, and dying just to create a new race that would

rule the earth." Cays laughed at that. Jim wasn't sure if Cays was

talking to him, or to himself. "I could barely believe it when his

memories began to show me that. I thought he was delusional, but I

guess he wasn't."

Jim still didn't say anything. He was trying his best not to throw

up. Everytime he thought about killing the immortal in front of him

his body and mind would rebel by making him feel nauseous and giving

him a migraine to end all migraines. It was worse than the times he

had thought about leaving while with Blair.

Daniel Cays shut the door behind him and walked further into the

livingroom looking around.

"Pitiful." Cays said. He withdrew his sword from beneath his coat,

and layed it on the bar counter. It was covered in blood and Jim knew

by the scent that it was Blair's.

"That little hippy put up a good fight." Cays said to no one in

particular. For the first time he focused his gaze on Jim. "Is it

ttrue that you can't attempt to kill me or run away?" Cays asked.

Jim just nodded not sure if he could trust his voice. Cays eyes lit

up at that. "Good." The immortal said. "Go clean yourself inside and

out and wait for me on the bed."

Jim had no choice but to obey. It was as if Blair's guide voice had

transferred to Cays. It wasn't the same voice, but something about

the tone. Jim wasn't sure, and he didn't have time to analyze it.

Instead he went back into the bathroom and took a shower, then gave

himself an enema. He hated those, but had little choice. During all

this, Jim's hearing followed Cays as he moved through the kitchen

fixing himself a turkey sandwich, and cleaning the broadsword that he

had used to kill Blair. When Jim was finished he went into the

bedroom and sat down on the bed, waiting. Cays stood up and headed to

the bathroom to take his own shower saying, "On your stomach, Jimmy."

Jim growled at the use of the nickname, but did as he was told.

Laying on the silk sheets, stomach down, Jim's hearing followed Cays

as he showered. Jim felt as if he was going to be sick, but forced

down the nausea knowing what was about to happen, and knowing that he

couldn't stop it.

Cays came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Its been a few years since I've taken a man. I normally keep myself

to women." Cays said almost conversationally as he sat down on the

bed. Jim shuddered when Cays' hand rested on his right butt cheek.

Cays began to stroke Jim's ass cheek, and Jim tried his best to dial

down his sense of touch. But it refused to cooperate. His senses

wanted to be on high, so that they could imprint their new guide.

Cays was unlike Blair in that he cared little for Jim's pleasure.

Instead, Cays had Jim suck him until he was hard, then with Jim on

elbows and knees, Cays just quickly and lightly lubed up his cock and

shoved his way inside Jim's ass until his balls rested against Jim's

as cheeks. Without stretching or lubing the inside of Jim's ass, the

fucking hurt the sentinel, but Cays continued to thrust harder and

harder while his hands gripped Jim's hips. Jim just bit his lip, and

tried not to cry out. His sense of taste had imprinted when he had

sucked on Cays cock, and his sense of hearing, sight, and smell had

already imprinted before they had begun. Touch decided to imprint

while Cays fucked him hard.

Cays came, spilling his seed deep inside Jim's ass and the electric

feel of Cays quickening surged through the sentinel, but did not

knock him out.

Cays rolled over, his cock slipping out of Jim's body, blood

streaking it. Jim could feel the tears inside him healing quickly,

but the pain in his ass didn't want to dissipate. It wasn't long

before Cays was snoring away. All Jim could do was lay there beside

his rapist, and cry softly into the pillow grieving for his beloved

guide.

Jim padded through the jungle as a jaguar until he came upon

the temple. The sheep were there, but Jim ignored them. Instead he

saw the gray timber wolf waiting for him, whole, upon the steps of

the Temple. Jim's jaguar body shimmered and shifted until he stood

before the temple as a man. The wolf shimmered and shifted until

Blair stood before him.

Jim dropped to his knees in shock. Blair came to him quickly,

embracing the sentinel, tears falling down his eyes as he held the

now sobbbing sentinel. He petted Jim's hair, and murmured soft words

in a comforting tone. And together in the realm of the spirits,

sentinel and guide held each other and grieved.

There's no chance for us

its all decided for us

this world has only one

sweet moment set aside for us

Who wants to live forever?

Blair stroked Jim's short hair as he held the grieving sentinel

to his body. Jim's face was buried in his naked chest, and Blair

could feel the hot tears on his skin. His own tears fell freely down

his face.

"I'm so sorry, Jim." Blair whispered to the sentinel. "I should never

have brought you into this."

"Its not your fault, Blair. I chose...remember that..I chose to say

yes." Jim answered.

Blair pressed his forehead to the top of Jim's head as he hugged the

sentinel tighter to him.

"How...how is that you are here?" Jim asked.

"I couldn't leave you completly. My essence, my Quickening is inside

that bastard, and until the last immortal dies, I think all our

Quickenings will be here."

"All?" Jim looked up at Blair.

Blair nodded. "Yes. In some strange way, they are all here. Like me

they are able to shift from their spirit guide form to their true

form. I don't understand it, but it allows me to be with you."

"Oh God, Blair you can't be trapped here. You should be able to go on

to whatever is next...Heaven or whatever you call it."

"No...not without you beside me Jim. I will gladly stay here and wait

as long as I need to. And you can come here whenever you need to.

I'll be here."

Jim tried to touch Blair's face with his hands but they passed right

through Blair's head. "I think I'm waking up." Jim said. He looked at

Blair blue eyes that were filled tears. Eyes that knew what Jim was

waking up to.

"I love you, Jim." Blair said as the sentinel drifted away from the

dream plane.

Jim opened his eyes as he mind shook of the last vestiges of sleep.

He could still hear Blair's voice in his mind telling that he loved

him.

Reality came quickly when he felt Cays move over in his sleep. Jim

looked over at the immortal who had killed Blair and to whom he now

belonged. *At least my body anyway. My heart and soul belong to

Blair.* It was a comforting thought in the face of his reality.

Quietly, Jim slipped out of bed. The lingering pain in his ass was

gone, but Cays cum still leaked out of Jim's body, and Cays smell was

all over him. Jim went into the bathroom to relieve himself then to

take a shower.

Cays joined him in the shower. "This is a good idea." The immortal

said as he used the rag and soap to clean Jim's body, then greased up

his cock with soap. Jim leaned against the shower wall, palms flat on

the tiled surface, head hanging down as Cays shoved his soap covered

cock into Jim's ass and thrusted his way to completion. Like the

night before it hurt but mostly the stinging was caused by the soap.

When Cays was done he gave Jim the washrag and soap. Jim wordlessly

washed his new guide and master with the soap carefully.

Cays got out of the shower first telling Ellison to finish cleaning

himself up and to hurry.

While Cays wrapped up in a warm soft towel, Jim finished cleaning his

body. By the time he was finished, Cays was in the bedroom beginning

to get dressed.

Jim stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist

and headed for his closet to get some clothes. When Jim opened the

closet, Cays looked over Jim's shoulder to see the selections.

"Even more appalling. Did I miss the ad in GQ that said plaid was

back in style." With a disgusted sound he pushed Jim's shoulder

toward the dresser. "Put some underwear on, and do something with

your hair while I find you something decent to wear among this I

hesitate to call it a wardrobe." Jim said nothing but did as he was

told. Pulling out a pair of black silk boxers, Jim slid them on, then

walked back into the bathroom. He brushed his hair, and his teeth.

When he came back out, a pair of tight black jeans, and a silk blue

buttoned up shirt waited for him on the bed. Jim said nothing as he

slipped into the jeans that hugged his legs and butt, and buttoned up

the shirt that he on Cays insistence tucked into the jeans. When he

finished buttoning the jeans, Cays came over with a black leather

belt folded in half. Cays ran the leather over Jim's shoulder, around

his neck, then laid it in the palm of Jim's hand all the while saying

nothing.

Jim took the belt and threaded it through the belt loops, then sat

down to put on his socks and black Magnum High-Tech lace up boots.

Cays had dressed in a pair of slacks, a nice white silk buttoned up

shirt and a black sports jacket.

"When we get to my place, that outfit will be burned. I won't have

you wearing anything from your old life. Just remember that." Cays

said to Jim as he ran his hand possesively over Jim's jean covered

ass. Jim said nothing.

Jim mentally said goodbye to the apartment and everything in it that

reminded him of Blair as they left.

A limo waited for them, and at Cays' motion, Jim entered the dark

stretched limo. The privacy glass was rolled up, but Jim was able to

see through it to get a look at the driver's area to see that only

the driver was present.

Waiting for Cays in the limo was a briefcase which he immediately

opened and pulled out the papers lying inside. Jim just leaned back

in the seat quietly while Cays studied the papers. A few moments

later the immortal pulled out a cellphone and contacted someone. Jim

ignored the conversation not even bothering to listen to who was on

the other end.

"No, I don't care what the old man says...no forget trying to bargain

with him....look I had better have that property by the end of

business hours today or heads will roll starting with yours!" Cays

growled, pushed a button on the phone and made another call.

"I want the usual supplies. No don't need that.....yes that will

work. I want them delivered today will that be a problem." Cays

voiced hinted that there had better not be. "Good." He hung up the

phone and made yet another call. "Is the helicoptor ready? Good,

we'll be there shortly." He hung up the phone. Replacing the papers

in the briefcase, Cays looked at Jim. "Jimmy, you will come over here

and service me." Cays ordered matter of factly.

Jim didn't even sigh. Instead he moved to kneel between Cays' legs on

the floorboard, and with deft and quick hands he unzipped Cays' fly

and pulled out the twelve inch cock.

He'd only given Blair a few blowjobs mostly taking Blair's cock up

his ass. Jim took Cays cock into his mouth as much as he could and

tried to bring the immortal off before they reached the building the

helicoptor was waiting for them.

Cays made little noise as Jim sucked him off. When the immortal came,

Jim swallowed the bitter tasting semen not wanting to find out what

would happen if he spilled any of it on Cays suit.

He leaned back on his heel when he was done, and Cays idly tucked his

spent cock into his pants and rezipped and buttoned them up. "You'll

learn to do better." Cays said. "For now at least you have a nice

tight, sweet ass."

The limo stopped outside the building and Jim followed Cays inside to

the elvators. On the roof the helicoptor waited them and they stepped

inside. The helicoptor took them to the airport where a private jet

awaited them. The plane flew to Chicago where Cays home awaited them.

Cays home turned out to be condo located on the top floor of a highrise apartment. The décor was tasteful with white couches, and cream colored draperies. The carpet was alight cream color, and the immortal’s bedroom was decorated in white with cream colored sheets on the bed made from silk. The bed even had curtains that surrounded the bed and could be drawn closed giving some semblance of privacy. Cays had servants of course, and the first thing the immortal did was order to Jim to strip out of his clothes and hand them over to the servants. Jim did so without protest. The servant didn’t even bat an eye. Cays gave the servant instructions to burn the clothes and then had Jim follow him into the bedroom. Another servant informed Cays that the supplies were in the top drawer of his dresser. Cays only nodded as he entered his bedroom with Jim at his heels.

Inside the bedroom, Cays opened the top drawer and motioned for the sentinel to come closer. Cays pulled out a black leather collar with a few silver rings attached to it, and buckled it around Jim’s neck. “You are not to take that off. That is a reminder that you belong to me, and you will wear it at all times even in public.”

Jim nodded in understanding. Inside his gut twisted and it was everything he could do to not throw up. Thoughts of how to kill the immortal slowly before cutting off the man’s head were causing the bond to punish him in its own way. Jim fought down the nausea and tried to keep his murderous thoughts at bay.

Cays didn’t notice Jim’s internal struggle or id he didn’t he didn’t care. Instead Cays delved into the drawer and brought out a rather large butt plug and a bottle of lube. Jim didn’t even sigh as he kneeled down over the bed. Cays didn’t put much effort into lubing and stretching Jim before he lubed the butt plug and inserted inside the sentinel. Jim felt a few tears but they healed quickly, but the plug was uncomfortable and causing some pain. Cays took one last thing out of the drawer, a long chain leash which he attached one end to Jim’s collar and the other to a ring embedded in the wall. Cays told Jim to lay on the bed and wait for him saying that he would be in later, but had important work to do. With that he left Jim leashed on the bed.

After Cays had left the apartment completely, Jim hugged a pillow to his face and grieved softly for Blair soaking the pillow with his salty tears.

That night after Cays had fucked him and had rolled over into sleep, Jim finally settled into sleep himself and was transported to the spirit world where Blair awaited to hold him as they both cried.

Life went on even though Jim fervently wished that it wouldn’t. Cays used him nightly, and sometime two or three times in a day. Immortals recovered quickly, and could get it up more than a normal man could ever dream of doing. A few times cays caught him grieving for Blair, and the immortal would become angry. He had a large whip that he used for such an occasion and whenever he caught Jim crying he would beat the sentinel almost senseless. It would take about an hour but eventually Jim’s body would heal and no mark was left on his skin.

Cays was also into experimenting. Three times he had put Jim in a harness hanging from the ceiling and using more lube than he normally used but still not enough, he fisted the sentinel until Jim screamed from the pain. Cays would laugh at Jim’s cries, enjoying the sentinel’s pain. Cays used paddles, dildoes, nipple clamps, enemas and other devices without any thought or concern for the sentinel.

And eventually Jim became a master a fellatio having done it so many times for his new guide.

At night however, Jim went to the spirit world, and there he and Blair were together. Eventually their mutual crying and grieving sessions turned to kissing and eventually lovemaking, and Blair was careful of Jim during their sessions always making sure that Jim received pleasure before taking his own. The meetings in the spirit realm were the only things that kept the sentinel sane and able to function in the real world.

Two years after Jim came to stay with Cays, the immortal had a very public death when a car bomb took out his limo. Luckily, Jim had been at the house, laying on the couch watching the news ignoring the servants who moved around him. He no longer felt any modesty around the servants. Cays never allowed him clothing inside the house even when the immortal had guests. Only the collar, and maybe a butt plug, which Jim wore at the moment. The news changed and the car bomding story came on. Jim heard his guide’s name mentioned and new that they would be leaving Chicago. Public deaths were not an immortal’s best friend.

Cays came home pissed off wearing a sheet wrapped around him. His servants who knew of him immortality had already packed for him. Jim was waiting on the bed. Which was good because Cays was not only pissed he was horny. Coming back from ‘death’ had a tendency to do that to him.

Cays didn’t even bother with lube. Instead he pulled out the butt plug and shoved his cock into Jim’s ass and thrust to completion. Jim gritted his teeth and tried to breath shallowly through the pain. When Cays came though his cock continued to stay hard, and Cays felt no relief. He continued to thrust again, and came two more times, once more in Jim’s ass and the last time down the sentinel’s throat.

Finally Cays was sated and he had Jim dress in a pair of black pants, and a white silk shirt and black shoes, then they headed down toward the waiting limo which took them to Cays private airport. There a plane took them to Paris.

Three months in Paris had Jim remembering Blair and their time in Paris. Which caused him to grieve more, crying into the pillow when Cays wasn’t around. The immortal has set himself up in Paris but didn’t plan to stay long. Instead, he hoped to re build his life in London.

Jim was lying asleep in the bed after having cried into a pillow. Naked, he wore only the collar and was leashed to the bed, but it did not stop the movements of the sentinel as he slept, and dreamed.

Jim paced as the jaguar on the temple steps. A chain dragged along the ground attached to the collar about his neck. The foliage moved and a gray and silver wolf padded out of the jungle. Jim tried to go to the wolf, but the chain held him up short. The wolf made no move to go to Jim. Instead it waited at the bottom of the steps. Jim whined in his throat, but still the wolf did not move. Instead, the animal turned its attention to the surrounding jungle.

Suddenly a jackal came out of the surrounding foliage and headed straight toward the Jim. The wolf made no move to stop the jackal and instead waited seated on its haunches.

Before the jackal could get to Jim, a roar resounded through the jungle, and the jackal turned its head growling showing sharp teeth.

Out of the jungle a large Kodiak crushed through the foliage, and stood on its hind legs and roared. The jackal hesitated, afraid, but then moved in to confront the bear.

The two fought, but the jackal was clearly losing. The bear was stronger and more powerful than the jackal, and eventually the bear managed to use its greater strength to rip off the jackal’s head. At that moment, the gray and silver wolf howled as the bear roared when blue lightning began to light up the jungle sky.

Jim flew from sleep, gasping as he felt the changing of the bond. He sat in the bed attempting to breath, his heart pounding in fear. Who was the bear, Jim didn’t know. He was afraid that whoever the bear was that he would be worse than Cays. But the wolf howled in triumph, Jim thought.

Then his hearing caught the sound of someone coming into the apartment at a run. Jim waited, knowing that the person was the bear, and there was nothing he could do but wait. A struggle indicated that the immortal had taken out the two servants, and Jim waited with his heart in his throat.

The door opened and Brutus stepped into the room looking like an enraged bear covered in blood.

“I’ve kept my promise.” Brutus said.

End of The Jackal

Part Three: The Bear
 
 
 
 
 
Brutus stood guard at the door while Jim removed the
implements of his slavery, and dressed in a pair of
dark slacks, and a black shirt. While he tied his
shoes he spoke to the immortal, “How did you find us?”
 
 
“Methos used his codes to get into the Watcher
database. It took some persuading, but he did it.” 
 
Probably a lot of persuading, Jim thought. He finished
tying his shoes, and stood up walking over to where
Brutus stood at the doorway. “You should clean up,
Brutus. We’ll get stopped by the cops if they see all
that blood on you.”
 
“No need to worry. Methos is waiting for us in a car
downstairs. Come on.” He motioned to Jim to follow but
did not touch the sentinel. The two of them bypassed
the unconscious servants and headed out of the
apartment. Downstairs, Methos waited for them in a
black Ford Taurus, the engine still running. The
oldest immortal didn’t look nervous, but Jim could
smell it on him. Brutus got into the front passenger
seat, and Jim got into the back. When they were
inside, Methos drove away from the apartment flowing
evenly into traffic. 
 
“Why are you guys nervous, what’s going on?” Jim
asked. 
 
“Cays has friends, mortal friends who are wealthy and
dangerous. Methos thinks that someone besides are
Watchers were there when I killed Cays.” Brutus said. 
 
Jim looked at Brutus, So he’s the bear. It suits him. 
“You think on of Cays friends were there.” It was not
a question. 
 
“Which is why we are getting out of the country.
Brutus has a house outside of Lima, and a plane
waiting for us at the airport.” Methos said. 
 
Methos and Brutus kept alert as they drove through
Paris. Jim, feeling safe for the first time in a long
while, stretched out on the back seat and went to
sleep. Too deep into sleep to enter the spirit world,
Jim felt a bit disappointed when he woke a few hours
later when Methos stopped the vehicle. The plane was
waiting for them, and the three boarded. The private
plane had comfortable couches in the passenger area,
and Jim curled up on when and slept. 
 
Eventually, he entered the spirit realm. The wolf
waited for him on the Temple steps. Jim bounded toward
the Temple and stopped when a jackal jumped in front
of him growling and snapping. Jim snarled back,
surprised that he could do so without feeling a
spreading sickness in his gut. He swiped at the jackal
with a paw, claws unsheathed, and smiled inwardly when
the jackal yelped in pain. The jackal realized that
Jim was no longer bonded to him, and quickly ran into the 
surrounding jungle. Jim watched the jackal go then
continued on toward the temple and the waiting wolf.
Halfway up the steps, the wolf shapeshifted to a
smiling naked Blair, and Jim became human again.
Bodies and mouths met as sentinel and guide made love
on the temple steps in the spirit world. 
 
 
Four days later….
 
Brutus’s home in the mountains outside of Lima was a
sprawling plantation. Grape fields and goat herds
provided the plantation with income from wine and
cheese made right there on the plantation. The house
itself was magnificent, made of adobe style, with
eight bedrooms, four baths, a dining room, living
room, large kitchen, a four car garage, and a
basement. The basement, almost as large as the house
itself, was Brutus’ gym with weights, and mats so that
Brutus could keep in good fighting condition. Behind
the house were stables and a riding arena. Brutus
raised Lippazzaners and Fresians as well as a few
Thoroughbreds, and Quarter horses.
For the first time in what seemed forever, Jim felt at
peace. Brutus made no sexual advances toward Jim. He
rarely touched the sentinel and used only his voice to
bring the sentinel out of zones. Jim had his own room,
and was allowed his own clothes. He was as free as he
could be, and yet still be a slave to the bond. He
could not leave Brutus anymore than he could have left
Blair or Cays. He had free rein of the plantation, and
often went out on solitary rides or just rode dressage
in the arena on one of the better trained horses.
Sometimes Brutus would accompany him on the rides, and
sometimes he would accompany Brutus as they went
through the wine storage rooms, or the grape fields.
Methos had stayed for a few days before making his
leave saying he was going to meet up with McCleod in
Seacouver. He had also said that he would be back in
a few months. 
 
The night Methos returned was the night of a rain and
lightning storm. And the night Brutus comforted the
oldest immortal in his grief. Duncan McCleod was dead.
 
"Godammit!" Methos roared as he threw a clock across the room. It hit 
the wall next to the doorway where Jim was standing. The sentinel 
flinched at the sound, but stood his ground. 
 
"methos, calm down, its alright." Brutus said trying to grasp his 
teacher around the chest with his arms. 
 
"He should have been the One. Dammit, fuck!" Methos continued. "I've 
always felt that he would be the One. And now this!" 
 
"What's going on?" Jim asked. 
 
Methos looked at the sentinel, "An immortal by the name of the Kurgan 
took Duncan McCleod's head two days ago." 
 
Jim closed his eyes and shook his head, "I'm sorry, Methos." Jim 
said. 
 
Methos nodded, "I thought for sure Duncan would be the last. He was 
so good, sometimes I thought too good. I once chided him for his 
chilvirous ways. Gods, I miss him." Methos slumped down in Brutus's 
arms, and the younger immortal helped Methos to one of the soft 
recliners. 
 
"What's happening then, I've been out of touch?" Brutus asked. 
 
"Its almost over." Methos whispered. 
 
"What do you mean." Brutus asked. 
 
"There are only sixteen of us left. And no sign that any others are 
going to be born."
 
"Sixteen." Brutus echoed, "Are you sure?"
 
Methos nodded, "It goes without saying that I'm the oldest, but if I 
were gone you would be the oldest, with the Kurgan a close second. 
Then Amanda. How she's still alive I'll never know. Duncan's young 
charge was also killed by the Kurgan, its what made McCleod go after 
him int he first place."
 
"Who else?" Brutus asked. 
 
"Connor McCleod, a few you don't know. All still alive. Amanda and 
one other are the only women left." He said that last looking at Jim 
significantly. 
 
"Fifteen. I can't believe we are so close. I'll probably not get to 
see the end, but it was a good run." Brutus said smiling. 
 
"Was it?" Methos asked. 
 
"You know after they killed me for murdering Caesar, I sometimes 
wondered if I wouldn't have been better off staying dead. Then you 
found me, and brought me into this little circle, this search we've 
had for centuries looking for the sentinel. All that time we 
searched, together or even apart I always thought that you would end 
up bonding the sentinel at some point. Now look, I'm the one that's 
bonded to him. But I don't think I'll be the last. I don't think I 
would stand a chance against the Kurgan." 
 
"He's pretty good. I feel for humanity if he wins." Methos said. 
 
Brutus looked at Jim who was still standing in the doorway leaning 
against the frame. He wasn't thinking of humanity at that moment. If 
the Kurgan won, then he would have Jim. After caring for both Jim and 
Blair, Brutus knew where his heart lie. 
 
"You alright Jim?" Brutus asked looking at the pale face of the 
sentinel. 
 
"Fifteen. Then it is almost over." Jim shivered at that. "I don't 
want to lose you both like I lost Blair." 
 
Methos sighed, "I know. I've lived so damn long, I'm kind of 
terrified to die. I mean what happens afterwards." 
 
Jim said nothing, not wanting to anwer the question even though he 
knew the answer. He wasn't sure Methos would believe him. It was kind 
of unbelievable even for an immortal. 
 
"The Kurgan?" Brutus asked. 
 
"New York. I think he's head hunting for McCleod. I don't know what 
the outcome will be. I was always partial to Duncan. Don't really 
know much about Connor." 
 
"The others?"
 
"You know where they'll end up." Methos said. 
 
Brutus nodded. 
 
"Where?" Jim asked. 
 
Brutus looked at the sentinel then said, "The prophecy said that the 
final battles would take place in the city of the sentinel's birth."
 
"Cascade." Jim breathed. 
 
Brutus nodded. "In a month, we will head up there. The final battles 
must take place. Everyone will show up eventually. They 'll be lead 
there by some unexplainable force. And then the final battles will 
take place." Brutus said. 
 
"I'm going to Seacouver in two days." Methos said. "McCleod left the 
dojo and his property to me, the gods only know why. I'll handle the 
final business, then meet you guys in Cascade."
 
"Alright, Teacher. Watch your head." Brutus said clasping his 
friends shoulder. "I'm calling it a night." 
 
Methos and Jim watched Brutus leave the room. 
 
"how are you doing?" Methos asked Jim. 
 
Jim shrugged, "Alright. I'm going to bed too, g'night."
 
Methos watched the sentinel leave the room. He had seen Jim flinch 
away from both Brutus and himself since he arrived. *You've got alot 
of work ahead of you, Brutus. I hope you have enough time. For his 
sake.* With that thought Methos headed toward his won bed.