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Blair looked over Jim's huge body and realized that frailty belonged in there somehow. Captain Banks had been unable to describe what had brought about the sudden and so brief rush of pain, immediately followed by what this time seemed like death, rather than just zoning out.
As soon as Blair had been located he had gone running to the station. Jim regained some kind of balance and Blair took him home. Here they were. Jim deeply asleep on the white couch. Blair pacing the whole loft area. Patrolling? Guarding? Against what? She had made him a promise, right? No. She had said she'd consider it.
"Chief?"
"Jim!" Blair threw himself at the big guy, smothering him in hugs.
"Hey, hold on, have I been dead or something?"
"Something. And don't you ever pull one like that again. It scared the hell out of everyone at the station. I won't even describe what it did to me..."
Jim's tone came much too bitter. "I think you should. Don't tell me you have no idea what caused me to zone out?"
"Cool off man, don't take it out on me. I can only guess it was tremendous pain. It was your brain's way of blocking it out. Maybe your senses were too focused on..." Blair stopped. Jim's icy blue eyes were confirming his every word and also, it seemed, his fears.
"Oh no, not on me. No way man. Tell me it wasn't my pain..."
"You know it was. You also know of what kind. It wasn't so much the pain, though. Your feet were in chains. Your hands, too. You had some kind of collar. And then they through you into this hole. Not too deep. About my height. An electrical grid to block your way out. You gave up after a couple of discharges. Speaking of which, there was a bunch of guys pissing down the whole. All over you. And you gave up. Why? Why didn't you fight back?"
Blair couldn't face Jim. He'd gone to the balcony window.
"What with?"
"Words?"
Blair started sobbing. Jim held him in his arms.
"Sorry, baby."
"I couldn't! You sensed all that, you must know why I couldn't do a damned thing to resist!"
"I didn't. But I know who the woman was..."
"Oh man..." Blair's sobs turned into convulsions. He almost couldn't breathe. Jim was still trying to hold him, but he was sliding to the floor. Knelt in front of Jim, still crying, the words finally broke through. "You. I couldn't risk them hurting you..."
Jim had been fighting his own tears far more successfully than Blair. But now they started rolling down his cheeks all the same.
"What are you saying?"
"The price to pay was... flexible. One soul or two. I only had one that was mine to give. I couldn't let them hurt you. I'm not sure they'll keep their word. It's all my fault this time. Can't blame strangers, you, the world... This was all self-inflicted. Except it spread. Now I don't know what to do..."
Helpless he fell on the floor crying, wishing Jim would kick him hard, hurt him somehow. To make him feel better. To make his mind feel less guilty.
Jim helped him onto the couch. Caressed his face ever so gently and repeated "I know who the woman is."
"No. I thought I knew it, too. It's... it's like her mirror image. Her name's Imoan. She's powerful, good at controlling minds, making you have all these horrible visions. I can't fight her."
"And your mother?" Jim still thought Blair was hallucinating.
"She's... within her. I can feel her presence, but very feebly."
"So what happens now?"
"I thought you'd realized it. I'm her servant. Slave, but she can't call me that because of the blood thing. Lucky to be one of the family..." Blair smiled, wept, rested his head on Jim's lap. "I must go to her now."
"I'll go with you..."
"As your Guide I'm telling you it's too dangerous."
"As your lover I must. As a Sentinel it's what I am here for."
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"This is it?"
"Yeah, you know how it is - me, naked and raped in abandoned warehouses."
"Stop that! Nothing bad will happen this time. I'm here from the start, aren't I?"
"I'm sure she can take care of that, but... thanks for coming Jim."
Their kiss was long, but very tender. Like they knew how bruised both might come out of this one. Or not come out at all.
"OK, Chief. Let's go battle Evil!"
"Right beside you!"
"Give me your hand."
Blair didn't even ask why. If their souls could try to be one, what better symbolic effect?
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"I see. Very stupid your boyfriend... Split them up, strip them and chain them to the altar. It'll be a close fit, so much the better..." She laughed, and her laughter proclaimed that she was no one's mother, not even in a figurative sense.
Naked and bound, but at least together. For now.
Their ordeal started. Their naked torsos were covered in melted wax. It scalded. It also left their chests hairless and more sensitive to pain. Just below the neck they were branded with the word 'slave'. Jim could feel Blair's pain as well as his own. Blair couldn't avoid screaming when the hot iron touched his skin.
After that they were both punished for Blair's show of pain. The message that the whiplashes conveyed was simple: one of you breaks down, you both suffer. It underestimated the bonds between Blair and Jim, but it might have worked on some couple less in love, less into sharing huge portions of each other's memories.
No holes, this time. A single cell for two. Still with convenient rings to chain them to the walls.
"How are you doing Chief?"
"Much better because you're here. I don't understand it. Why does she let us stay together all the time?"
"Weird. But better not complain too loud. I'm sure this whole place is under surveillance"
"Yes, but not the kind you think. I can feel her probing our minds even now."
"She can't. You're just letting all this atmosphere of medieval torture chamber carry you away..."
"I wish... I hope you're right."
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"Let the games begin!" the voice no longer seemed human.
Blair was the first to be raped, fist-fucked, and then impaled in some pyramid-like object. He fainted early enough, but all the physical damage was there.
Jim was made to watch it all, and before his own rape he was forced to smear his body in Blair's blood. When they were through with him, he was thrown back in the same cell. No chains now. No need. Blair was still unconscious and bleeding profusely. Jim was not so badly hurt, but he felt himself weakening. At this rate they'd both be dead after another 'session'. That was the last thought he had before a blinding white light made him pass out.
They woke up in hospital beds. Imoan gently ministering to them. She addressed Jim.
"Don't worry guys, you've been sowed back to your former selves. There won't be any infections, no STD. My stables only hold the best stallions. No impurities. Tomorrow will be your big day."
"Our big day?" Blair's voice betrayed his panic
"The day you get to show the rest of us what making love is truly like. We know nothing of love, I'm afraid."
Jim tried a dangerous strategy "Naomi?"
He was rewarded with a violent slap on the face that drew blood from his lip. The creature before him seemed much older now and pounded her heart with her fists clenched - "Dead!" "Dead!"
On his bed a dazed Blair was trying to think of mountains and streams and pure, fresh air.
On his bed Jim was worried that if he had to fuck Blair once more, however slowly and gently he might easily tear him apart. Then he'd know how it felt to be scum. Raping someone defenseless. Did it matter that he loved him? All these thoughts received a giant blow.
"Makes all the difference in the world Jim. I love you."
"You were listening in Chief?"
"Sorry. I think it was because your pain was sky-high... Just remember I love you."
"I love you too."
"It'll see us through. Or carry us through together. You know?"
"Yes. Well, let's hope for the first."
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