The Siren Saga
by NovaDChapter Twenty One:
Rest Stop
The Commander was pissed off. Royally. Thus, Jim couldn't enjoy the apparent lull the fates had granted them the week afer the Cole Incident. Classes went smoothly. Cole himself fled Washington to recoup. No one was stalking them. It was wonderful. Not that Jim didn't enjoy the near constant physical turmoil he was enduring, but he had lost out on a lot of snuggle time because of his many and varied punishments. The one at this moment was an insidious cock ring that reminded him of his ownership and his double folly.
The plan to pamper his beloved and give him peace while recharging from that crazy night seemed to evaporate when Blair told him what it was about Cole Ricciardi that had held his attention.
"He has some enhanced senses," Blair had said when they were finally alone.
Blair had not said that Cole was a Sentinel. Jim had known that he wasn't a Sentinel. There could be no way in hell that they could share the same space if he were -- brother or not. Especially since he knew that the man wanted Blair. He knew all of the things that should have put him at ease and it went flying out the window at the thought of Blair anywhere near the man. He knew Blair would want to train Cole on how to deal with those senses. He knew that the man didn't need a Guide. And he very much knew that Blair would not leave him. But something primal snapped at the thought of sharing his Guide with a man who wanted him.
Jim had snarled at any suggestion of training Cole's senses and went 'ape man' on Blair as soon as he could get his hands on him. Blair had been furious, but his body as always, betrayed him. He yielded even as he cursed Jim for taking advantage. Jim hadn't cared. He needed Blair to surrender his mouth. He needed him to arch into his touch; to splay himself for penetration and to meet his thrusts. And Blair had done all of that with complete abandon. And he was so beautiful when he came. Once again, Jim wondered how he could have ever felt insecure. He had fallen asleep happy and secure.
But Jim had challenged the Commander twice. Thus, it came to no surprise to find upon waking that he was on his belly, ass raised by a pillow and shackled to the bed.
"Commander... I..."
"Do. Not. Speak," Blair said quietly. "You will listen now. I know all about your insecurities, but you know as well as I that they are unfounded. You have to trust me, James. You have to trust that I can handle myself and that I can handle you."
Jim couldn't see the Commander, but he knew he was pacing at the foot of the bed. There was frustration in his voice.
"I know that we don't have the day to day challenges of surviving in the jungle," he said after a time. "Maybe that's why you feel the need to test me. I know you don't mean to disrespect me. Maybe you're compelled to challenge me because something's coming that will test both our resolve. Either way, I have no choice."
The flogger spread fire over his ass and thighs. This was not teasing to build sensation. This was meant to be felt the rest of the day. Jim lost count of how many times the suede tendrils burned across his skin. He only knew that it would be days before he could sit without discomfort. When he finished, Blair threw aside the implement and released him.
"Get ready for class as always," he said quietly. "Before we leave, report to me for a cock ring. You will not know release, nor will you sleep with me until I know you are contrite."
Jim felt his face burn with the same fire as his backside. He nodded getting out of bed almost mechanically.
"Yes, Commander."
The Commander had sounded sad but determined. Blair, however, was his friendly social self. To most of the class, nothing appeared to be different between them. There was a pair of observant eyes that knew this was not the case.
"Hey, Blair," Ray Kowlaski said quietly during the lunch break.
"Oh, hi, Ray," Blair replied. "Where's Benton?"
"Walking Dief. Where's Jim?"
"Having a run," Blair replied.
"I hope you don't think I'm bein' out of line here, but are you guys okay?" He asked. "You seem...off... somehow."
Blair was surprised that he had noticed. "No, you're not out of line. We're fine. It's just that Jim... sometimes he..."
"Sometimes your partner pushes those buttons too much," Ray replied. "And it makes you crazy and it makes you afraid that he'll push you so far one time that there's no going back."
Blair chuckled. "Yeah."
"But it's good that there is someone out there that can push your buttons like that," Ray said. "It's good to have someone that close."
Blair nodded. "Especially someone that you'd never dreamed you could have. He just makes me so crazy sometimes."
"Do I hear you," Ray said with a wistful smile.
"How are you guys?"
"We're good. Real good," Ray replied. "The camping helps a lot. Shame it's gonna rain this weekend. We'll be stuck in those dorms."
"Why don't you come to the hotel?"
Ray looked startled. "Would that be okay with you and Jim...?"
"It'll be fine," Blair said. "Really. And Genevieve would love it."
"Okay. Greatness. I'll tell Frase," Ray said. "You hang in there."
"I plan to, Ray," Blair replied. "I plan to."
The Commander watched Jim very carefully the third day. He knew James was mollified by the rebuke and the punishment that followed. But he was still battling his body. It amazed Blair that a man of such physical discipline had such a wanton nature. He supposed that it was the big sensual jungle cat in his nature. And Blair loved that in Jim. But it was his place to focus the Sentinel as well as watch over him. That meant helping Jim to contain that sensual, possessive nature.
That morning was difficult for him between the tender bottom and his constrained cock. He was better after lunch. Blair wasn't feeling the same strong resistance in him. The sensual power was there as always, but it seemed fully contained. The Commander was not convinced. He wanted to be. Spending the remaining seven weeks in that setting in a battle of wills with his lover was the last thing that Blair wanted -- especially with the stress of the National Academy. And he had to be sure. The nature of their relationship demanded it.
"You will eat with Genevieve and me," he said as they drove back to the hotel. "Then you will study until bed time. You will bathe me and prepare me for bed. Then, you will sleep in the livingroom."
"Permission to speak, Commander."
"Be careful."
"May I sleep in our room on the floor?"
"I want you well rested for class."
"I will be, Commander. Please."
Blair thought about it for a moment. The tone of Jim's voice struck a cord in his heart. He had not looked at him, but the grip he had on the steering wheel was a testament to how much the request meant.
"I must be satisfied of your comfort."
"Yes, Commander. Thank you."
There was a tone to Jim's voice that touched Blair. The longing in it reflected his own. Blair would have to be careful. As much as he needed Jim to control himself, Blair did not want to damage their relationship by being too harsh.
As always, Genevieve provided a barometer for both men. She watched them very carefully during dinner even as they engaged in casual conversation.
"How delightful to have the Mountie and his delicious partner for the weekend," she smiled.
"I thought you would be pleased," Blair said. "But what about Captain Hunter?"
"Alas, since the danger is perceived to be over, he was pulled," she said. "Naturally, he felt threatened with me out of his sight at all times and became insufferable. I told him to go. Thus, who knows when I'll se him again, if ever."
She looked at Jim levelly. He blushed.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," Blair said.
Genevieve shrugged her lovely shoulders. "I've asked a lot from a man like him. He has to find his own way back or walk away."
They ate in silence for long moments.
"I miss the nightclub," Genevieve said. "Let's go dancing on Friday. There is a place in DuPont Circle where gays and straights like to mix."
"Sounds great. Do we invite Ray and Benton?" Blair asked.
"Oh, yes," she replied. "I can tell by the way Mr. Kowalski moves that he dances. I want to dance with him. It will help things along. Will you dance for me, Jim?"
He colored again. "If that is your wish."
"Bien. I will arrange it."
"Jim, if you are finished with dinner, why don't you go study?" Blair asked.
"Yes," Jim nodded. "Good evening, Mistress."
"Goodnight, Jim."
"He is very raw, pet," she said. "How did you frighten him so?"
Blair sighed. "Banishing him from bed."
"Oh dear."
"I had to, Mistress. The punishments were making some progress, but I don't believe he really understood how upset I was," Blair muttered. "Jim used every weakness that I have to overwhelm me solely because he felt a little insecure. He knows me... he knows us better than that."
"Yes, I see that strong measures were required," Genevieve concurred.
"Is he contrite? I'm too caught up in my own emotions to know."
"I believe he is, and it's not out of fear per se," she said. "I believe he understands how he disrespected you."
"How will I know if he has repented?"
"His form in service will be flawless, yet he will be completely relaxed," Genevieve replied. "There will be no fight in him -- just acceptance."
"When do I relent?" Blair asked not knowing how long he could hold out.
"Tomorrow, I'm sure."
"Okay," Blair said a bit glumly.
"You are too hard on yourself, pet," Genevieve smiled. "You are a fine Master. But the stakes are higher for you two. This is always true when your sub is your mate. You two have the added burden of living in at state of near constant siege. It is understandable that you are reluctant to be apart from him no matter the reason."
"Thanks, Mistress. That helps."
They worked together in a comfortable silence. Then they moved into a question and answer session and role playing. It was exhilarating how well they worked together. Blair loved that about them in class. Between Jim's experience and instincts and Blair's schooling, they were an uncanny team dissecting motivation and anticipating actions. And this was without using Jim's senses. Blair couldn't wait until they could apply these skills in the field.
After a few hours, Blair grew weary. The rigidity of being the Commander drained him. Without a word from him about his fatigue, Jim closed their books and packed them away for the next morning. Then he left to run the bath. Blair was fuzzy headed when Jim gently removed his clothes and lead him to the tub. The bath was very relaxing. Jim washed his hair as usual and even rubbed the tension out of his shoulders. The touches never wandered further than soothing. And for his part, Jim was serene at his task even though he was clearly aroused. Upon leaving the, Blair was surprised to see that Jim had ordered a cot which had been placed at the foot of the bed.
"Very clever, James," Blair murmured. "That will do."
"Thank you, Commander."
"Now, go to sleep. Good night."
"Good night, Commander."
Blair slept. He couldn't help but sleep after a long day like they'd had. But he didn't sleep as deeply as he would with Jim surrounding him and weighing him down. He was aware of the passage of the night and of Jim sleeping nearby. He awoke earlier than ususal. It was barely dawn when he sighed and sat up.
The delicate morning light fell across the sleeping form of his lover. Jim was asleep but he didn't have the little smile on his face that he would when they slept together. Blair wanted to see that smile. He quietly left the bed and moved to where Jim was sleeping. Blair pulled back the covers to look at that beautiful body. Almost involuntarily, he reached for the flaccid penis imprisoned in the cock rings. He removed them and began soothing the distressed flesh.
Jim moaned.
"Shhhhh," Blair whispered. "Lie still."
Blair held him down with a hand on the center of his chest while he tongued the lengthening shaft to hardness. As soon as he had Jim hard and leaking, Blair took him in his mouth sucking voraciously and humming his pleasure.
"Oh, please... Blair..." Jim gasped. He gripped the sheets trying mightily not to thrust his hips into that hot, wet mouth. Blair took his time enjoying the feel of his lover in his mouth and the frenzy he was creating in that beautiful body. Despite the murmured protests, Jim knew Blair was working him ruthlessly toward a hard climax. How he managed not to bow off the bed as the jolt finally hit him, Jim didn't know. He didn't know much of anything after he came hard in Blair's mouth. Jim found a way to raise his head and meet the intense blue eyes gazing up at him. Blair swallowed with the same pleasure on his face as when he sipped Genevieve's best champagne. He licked his lips and smiled.
"Turn over," Blair whispered.
Jim moaned again as he complied hitching one leg up in an offering. Blair wasted no time in prepping his lover.
"I'll never leave you," Blair murmured as he pushed inside the wonderful heat. "And I'll never let you go."
This time he let Jim meet his thrusts. It was an intense, hard ride. Somehow, Jim came again as Blair released inside him. They fell asleep with Blair sprawled on top of Jim's back. Only Genevieve's timely curiosity prevented them from being late for class.
The rest of the week flew by. The issue of Cole was tabled for a while during his vacation. Nelson had a relatively calm week to make some real progress with the class. On Friday, Ray and Benton arrived with their gear discreetly packed in Ray's car. The men were very excited. Each had approached Jim and Blair during the week with questions about deportment around Genevieve. They gave only the most general advice knowing how much the Mistress wanted to experience them as they were. Blair could feel their excitement rising as the day wore on. Ray could barely keep in his chair. Benton was harder to read, but Jim assured him that the Mountie was anything but disinterested.
"I think they're going to come fours time before we get to the hotel," Jim muttered.
"Be nice. They're nervous," Blair chuckled. Then, Ray passed them on the highway on the way to the hotel. "And a little anxious."
Blair's cell phone rang.
"Sandburg... oh, hi Captain Hunter. No, I don't think that's true," Blair said. "I can't answer that for you. She has guests this weekend, but you may be able to see her tonight. We're dancing at the Slippery Slope. Right. Du Pont Circle. Bye."
Jim arched a brow. "He's going to come to that club? Do you think he knows what goes on there?"
"He knew where it was," Blair replied. "I think he knows. He really wants to talk to her."
"Has it bad."
"Oh, yeah."
"Should be some evening."
Genevieve was in fine form when they arrived. She wore red silk lounging clothes and her hair was in a loose ponytail. The look was alluring and non- threatening. There were appetizers waiting. A pile of extra towels and bedding were in the livingroom. There was even a bed for Dief complete with a bone to welcome him. He yipped appreciatively and settled into his new digs with a happy wuff.
The wolf's keepers were impressed. Benton Fraser was particularly touched by that gesture.
"This is far more than generous, Genevieve," he said quietly.
"Not at all. Hospitality is my life," she said with a smile. "Make yourself at home."
"We're going to grab a quick shower before dinner," Blair said. "C'mon, Jim."
"Yes, Blair."
Benton quickly hung up their clothes in the parlor closet then set their luggage inside. Ray went for the appetizers and an imported beer. He settled across from Genevieve. Benton walked past them with their shaving kits heading for Genevieve's bathroom.
"Frase likes to make sure everything is in order," Ray said.
"That's admirable."
"Do yo live like this all the time?"
"I certainly try to," Genevieve smiled. "It makes up for an austere childhood."
Benton joined them with a plate of snacks and a cup of tea. He sipped it then sighed.
"This tea is wonderful. Thank you."
"You're very welcome, Benton," she replied. "Relax boys."
"I want to, but it's like being in my grandma's parlor," Ray said with a chuckle. "I keep thinking about spilling things."
"The hotel has a wonderful staff that will clean any messes," she replied.
The men relaxed but only slightly. Genevieve arched an amused brow at them.
"You danced around each other a lot, didn't you?" she asked.
Ray gave Benton a side long glance that was full of humor and affection.
"Fred Astaire had nothing on our moves," he said with a laugh.
Benton blushed but he smiled as well.
"How did you end this dance?" the Mistress asked.
"Basically, we tripped into each other," Ray said. "Or, I suspect someone arranged to trip into me."
Genevieve glimpsed something beyond the innocent gaze the Mountie usually had on his face.
"I grew tired of dancing," Benton said. The look in his eyes was purely predatory.
"How delightful!" Genevieve smiled.
The men relaxed into the sofa. Ray swigged his beer while Benton enjoyed his tea.
"Aside from your feelings for each other," Genevieve began after a long moment of silence. "What is the most surprising aspect of your relationship?"
Again, Ray glanced at his partner. "He's possessive."
Benton gaped at him over his tea cup. "I beg your pardon?"
"Really possessive," Ray continued. "Like I'm some raving beauty that someone wants to carry off and ravage."
"There have been... encroachments upon your person. Some have been frequent and persistent," Benton murmured indignantly. "Ray fails to realize how beautiful and compelling he is. I find that endearing but exasperating."
"How so?" Genevieve asked.
"He doesn't realize how many are vying for his attention. I sometimes find it distressing how shameless some flirtations can be," Benton said. "And I am unable to say anything because our relationship is not public knowledge."
Ray was on his feet stalking towards the bar. "I don't notice, Frase, because I'm busy prying claws out of your hide."
"Now, boys, settle down," Genevieve said with a purr in her voice. "You are both very tempting. I've been thinking about you both in the most unseemly way since I first saw you."
"Yes, well thank you, kindly," Benton said turning beet red.
"Now, tell me, Benton. What surprises you about Ray?"
Benton considered the question while looking at Ray who had settled next to him. A wistful smile crossed his face.
"His tenderness," Benton said softly. "I was expecting to be devoured... rent limb from limb. But he's so tender. Ray is a very passionate man, but with me he is always gentle."
"Is it warm in here?" Genevieve asked.
"Yeah," Ray croaked taking a long pull on his beer.
Genevieve watched the interplay carefully as the men tried to compose themselves. She wondered how open they were to suggestion from the outside.
"Benton, kiss him right now!" Genevieve ordered.
The Mountie put down his cup and plate and had his startled partner in his arms in one smooth movement. Benton cradled Ray's head in his large elegant hands. The kiss was deep and fiercely possessive. Ray didn't fight him. His hands rested on Benton's wrists as he savored being ravished with his eyes closed. For his part, Benton held his lover as if he was expecting someone to wrestle him away. His expression was blissful but Genevieve felt he was determined as well.
When they parted, Ray opened his eyes to Benton's. The Mounties eyes were fierce. Genevieve found herself gasping at their intensity. But for all of his bravado, Ray's eye were kind. He drew Benton into a long embrace. The Mistress smiled. She knew what they wanted from her.
Blair exited the bedroom at that moment. His hair was still damp and he was wearing dark blue lounging pajamas. Jim was dressed in similar attire. His expression was knowing. Blair's was open and friendly.
"So what's the plan?" Blair asked as he snagged some appetizers.
"I thought we would order in and then go dancing," Genevieve said. "I've ordered a car for nine o'clock. That way we can relax and get acquainted."
It was always a treat for Blair to watch others experience Genevieve Arnaud. The only exception had been Captain Hunter, but theirs was a more intricate dance than most others. The stakes were higher for both of them. Those who were afraid of the Mistress weren't particularly interesting. They wouldn't get very far anyway. Benton and Ray weren't afraid of her. They were afraid of themselves. Blair doubted that even Genevieve could get them to fully articulate whatever it was they wanted. Yet he had the distinct impression that she already knew what she needed to know.
He watched them during dinner. They were entertaining conversationalists. But beneath that, Blair could feel the electric connection crackling between the two men. He would not have been surprised if they started kissing right in front of him. That made Blair wonder about how he and Jim appeared to others. They had always been careful. At least they thought they had been. But then again, he was certain that neither Benton nor Ray thought they gave off vibes that said neither man could wait to go tonsil diving. He wondered if the same sort of connection was apparent when he and Jim looked at each other. Maybe that's what Wy-zer saw at the picnic.
Blair shook himself. He was being paranoid. It was more likely that he could see the connection because he knew it was there. At any rate, there were getting to him and to Jim. He could tell that his very sensual partner was aroused again - even after they'd done it in the shower. Fortunately, dinner didn't take long and everyone was quick about changing. Blair looked forward to the rowdiness of the club to get his mind out of the gutter and off of jerks like Wy-zer.
The Slippery Slope was not a club of Genevieve's making. However, it had a verve that Blair knew she appreciated. It didn't hurt that she was treated like the visiting diva. Jim and Benton quietly clucked about the impropriety of using a limo, but Kowalski jonesed on it. He kept Benton close and stayed with the Mistress as they were ushered into the VIP lounge. The music was pure '70s and '80s which suited Blair's sense of whimsy. He was bobbing his head as soon as he had entered the building. As they seated themselves , Blair pulled Kowalski to one side. The blond was curious leaning in closely to hear him over the music.
"Genevieve doesn't have her usual drink minions here, so Jim and I are it," Blair began. "You and Benton should stick close to her and watch the crowd. She has some lethal enemies that could turn up anytime anywhere."
"That's why you're at the hotel?"
Blair nodded.
Kowalski considers that. "I'll tell Frase. We'll make like velcro."
Blair already knew what everyone would want to drink. He had watched them often enough, so he headed for the bar. The place was already filling up and it was only 9pm. Jim had scored the last decent tables near the dance floor. Blair placed his order then leaned on the bar to watch the floor. A Madonna tune came on. Genevieve leapt to her feet and took Kowalski by the hand to the dance floor. He smiled at her then at Benton before starting to dance.
"She plans to take them both," a soft voice that sounded like Jim's said.
Blair looked up to find Vincent Hunter watching the dance floor as well. He had dressed for her in a silk knit navy mock turtle neck and pants that fit well without being obvious. He looked beautiful. So like Jim but so not Jim.
"It depends on what you mean by have," Blair said. "She doesn't have sex with everyone she interacts with."
Blair turned his eyes back to the floor. Kowalski could dance. He was dancing for her and for Benton who was riveted on his every move. The blond suddenly grabs Benton's hand and drags him between Genevieve and himself. They each place hands on Benton's hips and move him with the music. Blair is impressed with the Mountie's hip action.
"Captain Hunter," Blair said as his drinks arrived. "If you want to continue seeing her, you must accept who she is. She cares for you, but will not change for you. A relationship with her is a wonderful thing. But you have to take it on her terms."
Blair left Hunter glowering at the dance floor. As he distributed the drinks around the table, he noticed the Captain slip through the crowd and out the exit. He sighed. But Genevieve did not seem to notice. She was enjoying her gyrating Mountie sandwich. Jim was as well. Blair slipped into a seat next to him.
"I see my brother has made his decision," Jim murmured.
"Yeah. Looks that way," Blair replied. "It's too bad."
"Maybe," Jim replied. "I'm not sure that it isn't for the best. He's so rigid. I can't wait for him to find Dad."
Blair smiled at that. "Let's dance. I feel like Wang Chung tonight."
Jim shook his head and followed him out onto the dance floor.
Genevieve had seen all that transpired that night. True, she had Ray Kowalski's lithe and talented body three inches from hers matching her every move. Then, she had Benton Fraser from behind moving his hips in time. But she noticed Captain Hunter with Blair at the bar. She knew he was watching her. And she saw him leave as grim faced as when he was first assigned to guard her. She also saw Blair's regret. Genevieve did not share it. The Captain was as beautiful as her Jim, but he was ultimately unyielding. They would have hurt one another profoundly. The song changed and Genevieve moved from her sandwich back to the table for some champagne. It took a while, but after several men and a few women got glowered away from the table, the crowd figured out that she was indeed with all four men. She sipped her champagne with a smile. The night promised to be an interesting one.
The Mistress danced with each of the men in turn and watched them dance with one another. Slowly, she watched them relax and move more and more into the moment. Jim and Blair were always fun to watch dance. They seldom got to do it in public and any opportunity was greeted with abandon. Benton and Ray were fascinating. Ray managed to keep things simple. For his part, Benton had enough natural rhythm to match his body's movements with his partner's. There was an intensity to their gaze at each other that was incendiary. And Ray was right about his lover. The Mountie was possessive. He did have reason. The blond attracted a lot of attention. But so did Fraser. They were oblivious to their own effects on others.
They danced until closing then ordered up room service to satisfy munchies while Benton walked a very annoyed wolf. Jim and Blair stumbled off to bed clumsily groping one another. Genevieve perched on the arm of an overstuffed chair while Ray set up the sofa bed.
"So what happens now?" he asked with a snap of the sheets.
Genevieve really liked his crooked smile.
"What do you want to happen?"
Ray blushed and the smile got bigger. "I don't know where to start."
"What do you think would give Benton the most pleasure? What would most please you?" She asked.
Ray sank down onto the end of the bed with a wistful expression. "Frase loves to be touched. He won't let on that he wants that or needs it. But when we start to go at it, things get hot and I never get to touch him the way I want to and the way he needs it."
Genevieve nodded. "So you want to control Benton long enough to enjoy his body."
"Yeah," Ray said.
"I understand the dilemma. He is a beauty dressed. I can't imagine how lovely he is naked," Genevieve replied. "I can guide you. I also think I can help you take him with more intensity. He craves ravishment."
"I know. Though I wouldn't say ravishment," Ray said with a chuckle. "I think I'm still surprised that I have him. I don't think I could use him like a rent boy."
"There is a way. I will show you," the Mistress said confidently. "When a lover surrenders to this kind of possession, it will free you to have him the way you both want."
Benton came back at that moment just as the room service cart arrived. He was curious seeing Ray looking so thoughtful with Genevieve. Dief was interested in the snacks on the tray.
"Have I missed anything?"
"We would hardly start without you," Genevieve replied. "Why don't you take a quick shower, Ray. I'd like a word with the constable. Wolf, you go to bed."
Dief huffed but obeyed. Ray headed toward the bathroom.
"I'll be back soon."
Genevieve fixed herself a plate while Benton watched her nervously.
"Relax, Benton," she smiled. "I won't bite unless asked very nicely."
He tried to relax but it was only partially successful.
"Now you tell me what do think would please Ray most and what would please you," she said.
Benton reached absently for a finger sandwich. Genevieve knew that he was stalling to give the question some thought. "I want to possess him totally. He's so mobile and energetic that it's all I can do to hold him down for a few minutes. When I want to hold him, he's trying to lick my whole body. And that's wonderful, but sometimes..."
"You want control over him for a little while to feel like he is yours alone?"
"Yes," Benton sighed. "I'd also like for him to... to take possession of me. To just... take me."
"I understand," she replied.
Benton looked at her intently. "Yes, I believe you do. I barely understand, but I believe you."
"It's part of who I am to understand. And to put you further at ease, I will not touch Ray or you," Genevieve said between nibbles.
He looked startled. "I hope I haven't said anything..."
"No, my dear. You've been very sweet," she said. "I know you think my help comes with a certain price, but it isn't one that would compromise your relationship."
"I don't understand," Fraser replied. "I thought you wanted..."
"Of course I do," she smiled. "And I know that's what you think Ray wants, but neither of you want anyone else touching the other. And I couldn't enjoy myself if you weren't."
Fraser looked relieved then doubtful. "But how can you... doesn't your... instruction require..."
"No, that's a myth I like to perpetuate," she smiled.
Fraser smiled as well. He actually began to relax. "I confess that what you offered intrigued me, but the idea of anyone else bringing Ray to climax troubles me."
"What if he preferred someone else's touch?" She asked.
"Not going to happen," Ray said from the doorway. His hair was still damp. His skin was slightly pink under the fluffy white robe.
"Ray, I..."
Whatever the constable planned to say got lost in a deep hot kiss. When he pulled out of it, they gazed at each other.
"Understood," Benton said quietly.
Genevieve took a deep breath. "Well, it's time I look my leave. We will explore options after we're all rested. Goodnight."
As Genevieve closed the door, she saw Benton push Ray's robe off then pull him into bed on top of him.
At breakfast, Genevieve was in her room reading the paper and sipping coffee. The sound of a throat being cleared caught her attention. A freshly showered Benton and Ray were in her doorway. Both men were still in their bathrobes.
"Good morning, Genevieve," Benton said. "By any chance, would you know where Diefenbaker might be?"
"He went with Blair to the park," Genevieve said. "He seems to think they're related."
"Yes, I'd noticed that," Benton replied.
"Have you had breakfast?" Ray asked.
"Just coffee," she replied. "I was waiting for company."
"Will we do?" Ray asked.
"Absolutely," she smiled. "Please come in."
Genevieve indicated that they should make themselves comfortable on the bed while she called room service. It was enormous. Benton sat at the headboard with his legs outstretched. Ray made himself comfortable between Benton's legs and rested his back against Benton's chest.
"Are you okay, Benton?" Genevieve asked after hanging up the phone. "You seem out of sorts."
"It's just that I've slept very late and I didn't hear Diefenbaker leave," he said with mild dismay.
"Afraid you've already grown soft?" She smiled.
Ray chuckled. "9am is decadent for Frase. And he's loosened up a whole lot since we've been together."
Fraser squeezed Ray and smiled sheepishly.
"I don't think you have to worry about becoming a sloth," Genevieve said. "Jim and Blair have survived brushes with luxury and still feel the need to leap out of windows and jump off roofs in pursuit of criminals."
"Really?" Benton said hopefully.
"Oh, yes."
"Well, then. I can proceed without guilt," Fraser said solemnly. The twinkle in his eyes and the slight smile belied his tone.
Ray chuckled.
They shared the paper until breakfast arrived. Genevieve had the cart brought into her room. She shut the door after the waiter left. Breakfast was a lazy affair. Ray moved only long enough to get their plates, but he returned to lounge on Benton. The Mountie didn't seem to mind. He was content to reach around Ray's body for his food. Benton was beautiful relaxed. His hair was tosseled. He was almost slouching under the weight of his partner. His eyes were mirthful and he smiled easily. For his part, Ray was smiling and chatting amiably about their adventures. Like Jim and Blair, these men enjoyed being able to show how they felt about one another around another person. Genevieve gathered that they had to be very discrete in Chicago.
The Mistress was lingering over her coffee when she found the two men gazing at her expectantly.
"You've shown a lot of patience, my dears,"Genevieve said with a smile. "And I believe I understand what you both need. It's wonderfully simple since you both want the same thing."
"We do?"
"Most certainly," she replied. "You each want some physical control over your partner so that you can pleasure him in ways you've wanted."
Ray tipped his head back to leer at Benton. "You want to tie me up and have your wicked way with me... naughty Mountie."
Benton smiled turning pink. "It seems that you had similar thoughts, naughty Detective."
Ray chuckled snuggling against his partner. "So what do we do?"
Genevieve smiled. "We'll start simply. First, you must choose a safe word. Something that you wouldn't normally say during sex. You use the word if the experience starts to get uncomfortable. It's important to be very honest during a scene. You must let your partner know if you ever feel the least bit uncomfortable. And if either of you uses the safe word, the other must stop and not be offended. Just get a little distance then talk out the discomfort. Do you think you can do that?"
Ray turned in Benton's arms to look at him. "I know you'd do just about anything to please me, Frase. But don't let me push you here. I don't want to lose you."
"I won't Ray," Benton said with solemn blue eyes. "You have to promise me the same."
Ray smirked at that. "I think we'll be okay as long as you don't try to cover me with rendered elk fat. But I promise."
"That's just silly, Ray."
"Cumquat," Ray replied.
"I beg your pardon," Benton said with a befuddled face.
"That's my safe word."
Benton looked at Genevieve for reassurance of some sort.
"That's a valid word," she said.
"Very well, then. Subway," Benton said. Ray laughed.
Genevieve shook her head. She thought of her colleague, Mistress Dagmar and sighed. She would be appalled at all this mirth. And she would have never accepted not having them. But such rigidity took too much energy. Besides, it seemed unfair to use them if she wasn't going to keep them.
"Now, we must decide how a scene will begin and end," Genevieve said in a commanding tone to re-focus the men. "Many like to bathe then put on the clothing they like to wear, if any."
"Can I ask a question?" Ray asked.
"Certainly."
"How do we tell each other we want to do it before hand? Is there a signal or something?" Ray asked.
"You could have one. Some of my subs have certain expressions when they feel the urge for a scene. I've learned to read them. You'll learn that, too," Genevieve replied. "But my subs wouldn't dare be so direct as to ask me for a scene. You two won't have such formality between you. Asking is fine. Or you could present."
"Present," Benton repeated quizzically.
"Ray, Benton wants your complete surrender to him. He wants to see you in such a way that no one else ever would," she said in reply. "You want Benton under your control as well to use as you please. This is fortunate because Benton wants to be used and used hard by you."
Kowalski swallowed hard. His eyes were like saucers. Benton had lowered his.
"That true, Frase?" He asked in a whisper.
Benton looked up at him. His gaze was pure heat. "Yes."
Ray blinked a few times. He then stood and stepped away from the bed. The robe dropped to the floor and was kicked out of the way. Ray then slowly sank to his knees.
"Cross your hands at the small of your back," Genevieve murmured. "Lower your eyes."
Benton inhaled sharply. Genevieve almost gasped. He was just beautiful. A sleek strong body made absolutely vulnerable by his position. The Mountie stood, but he looked absolutely unsure of what he should do.
"Benton," Genevieve said quietly.
He turned to find her holding a thick leather harness. It was a collar connected by a wide strap to a pair of leather cuffs. Though the Mountie accepted the harness, he looked very doubtful.
"Get a feel for it," she said quietly. "It is heavy but very supple. The leather is lined as not to chafe the skin."
Benton did as he was bid and felt the harness. The feel of the leather appealed to him. He considered it then considered Ray who remained very still. Without another word, Benton dropped to his knees in front of his lover. He tilted Ray's chin up with an index finger. Ray opened his eyes to gaze at the harness Benton held up to him. The blond swallowed then lifted his head further bearing his neck. Benton lowered his head to gently kiss Ray along his throat before fastening the collar in place.
Ray blushed then inhaled shakily. Genevieve sensed that he was trembling slightly. In response, Benton kissed him deeply. When the blond moaned into the kiss, Benton pulled back to fasten the shackles onto his wrists. Ray moaned again as Benton caressed the leather that ran along his lover's spine.
Genevieve was about to give Benton advice on moving Ray to the bed, but the Mountie was ahead of her. It seemed he had thought about this sort of thing for a long time. He glanced about the room for a few seconds before deciding on a course of action. Ray was helped to his feet then efficiently placed against the right bottom post of the big bed straddling the corner of the mattress with his feet resting on the floor.
"Hold onto the post, Ray," Benton said quietly.
Ray nodded.
"Are you okay?"
Ray opened his eyes to look at his partner. The expression was all heat and lust. "Yes."
Benton had to take a breath at the tone of Ray's voice. He shucked out of his own robe watching his lover very carefully. "I regret not having more patience. If I did, I would just look at you for as long as possible. It's so difficult to watch you when you aren't in motion or asleep. To just watch you breathe is very satisfying."
Ray leveled his gaze at Benton.
"However, I find that I'm too stimulated for that right now. Perhaps another time," the Mountie said huskily. He looked over at Genevieve.
"It's quite alright," she said. "Such a reaction is to be expected in the face of temptation. I think you should indulge."
"Yes, I agree."
Genevieve had to brace herself on a post as well. She had never seen such a heated attack that did not involve bruises. Those strong, elegant hands were everywhere caressing, arousing and claiming. Benton's mouth and tongue followed everywhere those hands had been. Ray tried to keep his eyes on his lover, but as his breathing grew more frantic, he had to close his eyes and rest his head against the post and hold on. His body was trembling again, but this time it was need. Genevieve knew that if the blond was free to move, he'd make Benton take him. But he held on and tried to calm down. The Mistress was impressed. He was willing to surrender.
Benton sensed that. He all but growled as he felt Ray relax and open to him. After a near bruising kiss, he looked wildly at the Mistress. She tossed him a tube of lube. Ray started moaning a breathless needy moan as Benton slicked himself. The Mountie was focused and determined. He took Ray by the waist and lifted him with gentle strength until he was standing against the post. Once he had Ray where he wanted him, Benton straddled the corner of the bed so that he was between his lover's legs. He shimmied as close to the post as he could before taking Ray by the hips to guide him down onto his cock.
"Oh. God. Ben." Ray gasped as he took the last inch of Benton. The Mountie soothed his partner by gently stroking his flushed face then kissing him. As the kiss deepened and grew hotter, Benton began to thrust upward. Ray braced himself remaining absolutely still as Benton relentlessly pounded into him. Benton tore his mouth away from Ray's to bite him at the curve of his shoulder as he shifted his hips to angle the thrust. Ray gasped then moaned as Benton escalated the assault by stroking his leaky erection. Genevieve believed that the blond would have screamed if he could have drawn a breath.
"Ben... Ben..." he gasped as he came. Benton growled loudly against Ray's shoulder. Then they both slumped.
Slowly, Benton's arms raised to unbuckle the harness at Ray's neck and wrists. He pulled it away then set it aside on the bed. The Mountie eased backward onto the bed with Ray clinging to him.
"Ben... Ben... Ben..." Ray murmured as Benton rubbed circles on his back.
Genevieve covered their cooling skin with a comforter. She stroked their hair before retreating.
"You did very well," she said quietly from the door. "There is water on the table. Call me if you need me."
Jim and Blair were in the living area. Blair was studying and Jim was watching TV. The wolf was asleep on his bed.
"Diefenbaker looks very tired," she observed.
"We took him for a long run," Jim said. "You look tired, too."
She shrugged. "I'm a bit drained."
"Didn't it go well?" Blair asked.
"Oh, yes. They were beautiful together," she replied. "All that intensity was a bit overwhelming, I suppose."
Jim reached over to guide her onto his lap. He swung his legs up onto the sofa and had her lounge on him. Blair closed his book then went to pour her a glass of wine.
"I think that Captain Hunter has something to do with this," Blair said.
"Perhaps," she admitted accepting the glass. "I had some hope for more."
"You could have made leaving more difficult," Jim observed.
"Yes, I could have," she said. "I would have succeeded. However, the problems would still be there."
"But still, you miss him," Blair said.
"I do," she replied. "Especially in light of all that passion. Don't mind my melancholy."
"Stay here with us," Jim said. "Make yourself comfortable."
"I am, pet." She smiled. "Go back to what you were doing."
They did. Jim watched TV while Genevieve sipped wine on his lap. Blair read and took notes on the other end of the sofa. A few hours passed in a comfortable silence. Genevieve even began to doze lightly in Jim's arms. Dief raised his head after a time and looked toward Genevieve's room. By the time he stretched then lazily ambled over, the door was opening. Benton stepped out of the room freshly showered still wearing a robe. He lightly scratched behind the wolf's ears.
"There you are," he said. Dief responded. "Well, I'm sure that kind of exercise won't do you any harm. And I'm sure you aren't starving."
Benton moved to the large overstuffed chair and sat down. He looked a little uncomfortable.
"Anything wrong, man?" Blair asked.
"I feel I should be ashamed of myself," he replied. "I've never been in a robe this long that didn't involve a hospital."
"You're lucky to have the robe," Blair replied with a chuckle. "The Mistress prefers trainees naked."
"I was very tempted," Genevieve said with a yawn. "But I thought it would be counter- productive. How are you Benton?"
"I feel wonderful though I'm embarrassed by my laziness," he said quietly.
"How is Ray?" She asked.
"He's great," Ray said as he entered. He was still slightly damp. "And guilt free."
Ray sat on the arm of the chair. He put an arm around Fraser's shoulders.
"I also want to apologize for just falling asleep on you, Genevieve," Benton said.
"Perfectly natural," she replied. "I would have been shocked if you could function after that. You really must stop apologizing for enjoying yourself."
Benton blushed. "I will try."
"Good," Ray smiled. "Otherwise, you'll be apologizing all weekend."
Benton looked up into Ray's eyes and got lost in them for a moment. They shared a brief, tender kiss. Then Ray's stomach grumbled.
"I could eat," Jim murmured into Genevieve's hair. "We could go out."
"It's pouring out," Genevieve said. "There are lovely restaurants downstairs. We should get dressed so the Constable can regain his sensibilities."
Benton blushed. "Perhaps we could avail ourselves of the health club facilities later."
"Certainly," Genevieve replied.
"Do I have to do penance, too?" Ray whined.
Benton smirked at him. "You'll need to build up your strength, Ray."
Ray blinked. Then he got up. "I'll get dressed. We can come back for the sweats."
"What happens when you guys get back from training?" Ray asked as he sliced into his steak.
Jim shrugged. "I think the Chief will loan us out regionally. That's what Dennis Nelson said happens to those who complete the training. It'll be just as well to get some time away from the Cascade PD."
"Why is that?" Benton asked. "I understood that you enjoyed a successful career there."
"We did. We do," Blair said. "We work with a lot of people who are paid to be observant. There have been some incidents."
"I understand," Benton said quietly. "It has been disconcerting to not be able to live together openly."
"Yeah," Ray said. "This whole experience has brought it home how much I hate that. I have to remember not to look at Frase the way I do at home. I have to remember not to touch him."
"I hear you,"Blair replied. "These past weeks have brought it all home. The Mistress tries to help, but breaks are temporary. It's harder to go back."
The men ate in silence for a time. Genevieve considered them.
"Constable, wouldn't the RCMP want to avail themselves of your services?" She asked.
Benton looked up with a nod. "Undoubtedly. They were very pleased that I was recommended for the position. There are remote areas of Canada where such expertise is difficult to rare. I'm certain they have plans for me."
"And isn't it common for Canada and the US to trade services of highly skilled investigators with each other?" She asked.
"Oh, yes. Quite common."
"Perhaps it's possible that the RCMP would be interested in two profilers for the price of one," she said. "Especially, if one of them can support himself on his retirement earnings."
Ray and Benton looked at her and then at each other.
"D'oh!" Ray exclaimed. "We could do that. I think Dennis would help with that proposal."
"But what about your obligation to the Chicago Police Department after the training?" Benton asked.
"I could come back on a case by case thing. You know, take semi-retirement," Ray said. "Thanks, Genevieve."
"Do you have anything in your bag of tricks for us, oh great wizard?" Jim asked.
Genevieve lifted a brow at him.
"Sorry," Jim said.
"I think you'll be kept very busy in that region with all manner of odd psychotics," the Mistress replied. "You probably won't have much time for your colleagues."
"This is true," Blair said. "It is a very busy region."
"And solving some big cases will get you in with the brass," Ray said. "No one will give you grief after a few headlines."
Jim inclined his head giving it some thought as he chewed. "I'd like to stop hiding our relationship. I'd like to stop accommodating other peoples bigotry."
"Here, here," Blair said with a smile.
"And perhaps this sort of assignment will keep you from leaping off roofs and away from shoe throwing vigilantes," Genevieve observed. "I doubt that Dennis Nelson has such problems in his work."
"Shoe throwing?" Ray asked. "Who throws a shoe?"
Blair chuckled. "That's for beer and pool on another night. Suffice it to say that odd things happen to us on cases. Somehow, I don't think that will change when our training ends."
"I have the same sinking feeling," Ray said with a smirk at Benton.
The rest of the meal passed with amiable conversation and a sinful dessert cart. Benton and Ray were true to their words. They changed upon returning to the room and went down to the hotel gym for a work out. Jim and Blair and the Mistress felt well stuffed as well. The rain had abated for the moment, so they volunteered to take Dief out and walk off the meal. The wolf's wounded sensibilities were eased with pieces of steak from Ray and Blair and a promise from his companions that he would not be neglected by them the next day. The evening wound down very pleasantly.
Blair ended his day with a long soak in a steamy fragrant tub with Jim. After Jim finished washing his hair and massaging his scalp and softly scrubbing his body, he wanted to fall asleep right then. But there were still thoughts tugging at him.
"Do you think Simon will be okay with us as regional profilers?" Blair asked stifling a yawn.
"He doesn't want to lose us. He won't entirely," Jim said. "I don't think he'd hold us back. He knows we've been uncomfortable of late."
"I don't want to hurt him. He's been a good friend," Blair said.
"He knows that. I think he'll be okay with it. We'll still see the guys at work. Then, there are the poker games," Jim said soothing Blair's warm moist skin.
"Do you really think we can come out?" Blair said. His voice was hopeful.
"I think we can." Jim said. "I'm not hiding any this any longer. You're the best part of me."
"God, Jim," Blair sighed. "I love you."
Blair kissed his Sentinel gently. Jim cradled Blair's head in his hands.
"When Cole gets back, I want to tell him what he has and how he can learn to handle it," Jim said before kissing Blair again.
Blair looked at him quizzically.
"Yes, he still want you. I'll have to cope," Jim said. "I trust you. And he's my brother. He's probably been bothered by the enhanced senses. I can't deny him help."
Blair smiled at him. Then he kissed him hotly. The kisses went on as they reached for each other in the sudsy water and began to lazily stroke each other toward a an intense climax. The sound of their pleasure was lost against their mouths. Jim then removed his sleepy Guide from the bath. He carefully dried him then put him to bed.
"Genevieve..." Blair murmured.
Jim nodded. He was of the same mind to check on her. The livingroom was very still. Dief looked up him with mild interest. Ray and Benton were deeply asleep. Ray was spooned around Benton with his head resting between the Mountie's shoulder blades. Jim moved quietly past them to Genevieve's bedroom.
There he found the Mistress curled in a the chair by the window still wearing her robe. She was curled up asleep with a book hanging from one hand. She was peaceful enough, but somehow her room looked very large and very cold. She seemed far away from everyone. On an impulse, Jim gently swept Genevieve into his arms then carried her to his room.
Blair was already in the center of the bed. Jim placed Genevieve on the other side of him after removing her robe. He gave her a brief kiss, then settled in on the other side of Blair. Both of his bed mates drifted towards the body heat near them. Soon everyone was very comfortable and drifting towards sleep.
Personally, Jim hoped for more downpours on Sunday. They all needed another lazy day where all that they really thought about was food and the next orgasm. They still had half the Academy to go through. Cole was coming back. Jim had a feeling that whoever had attacked Genevieve in the hotel was not finished. The Mistress was still way too close to Beecher and Keller for his liking. And then there were the assorted nuts that he and Blair, and apparently their new friends in the livingroom seemed to attract. Jim sensed from a Sentinel level that they really needed to rest.
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