Please note that these drabbles contain elements of Dominance and Submission and will eventually end up rated
              NC-17 if any of theses things bother you please don't read them.
         
          For those who don't know what a Drabble is it is a story/paragraph of exactly 100 words
            (well that's what I always thought they were <g> So that is what I'm going by)
             
        Please also note that it is a work in progress and un-beta'd if that also offends you <g> you know what to do.
         
              *Now complete*.  Added part 44 & 45 May 20th 1999
         
         
        The alarm sounded and Jim awoke to find himself alone. Without thought he stretched his senses trying
        to find a familiar heartbeat, but the loft was empty.

        He rolled over, hugging the other pillow to himself, inhaling the faint but unmistakable scent of his lover,
        only then noticing he had dislodged something as it fell to the floor with a soft thud.

        He sat up and reached down for the beautifully wrapped package, intrigued. Unwrapping it
        carefully he caught his breath in a loud gasp. Inside lay a note and an exquisitely crafted leather
        collar dotted with small silver studs.
         


     
        He picked the collar up and ran his thumb along the underside, sighing at the tactile pleasure he received
        from his heightened senses, then cautiously unfolded the note, trying not to crease it.
        It read…

        Wear my gift today as a sign of your devotion, everytime it rubs against the sensitive skin of
        your neck…imagine that it is me stroking you, not the leather. I know you must work, but wear it
        with pride…with love and know that I will see you soon.
         

          Forever,
            Yours.
             
        Jim shivered with a mixture of  anticipation and a curious sense of vulnerability.
         

     
        His normal morning routine was completed with a distinct air of purpose. His choice of clothing for the
        day taking far longer than usual. Finally he decided on the tightest jeans he owned and a white T-shirt
        that was loose on his lover but snug on him. This T-shirt had a low neck that showcased the black and
        silver of the collar. Jim grinned to himself, thinking about the reaction he would get at the station. The grin
        softened into a smile as he then wondered about the reaction of his lover. On that thought he headed out
        the door.
         
         
         
        Almost immediately after he entered the bullpen, the whispers started. Of course with his heightened
        sense of hearing he could hear every word spoken. He chuckled quietly at some of the more outlandish
        theories on his attire.

        He had just reached his desk when Simon bellowed “Ellison…get your sorry ass in here!”

        He sighed and straightened up before strolling head held high into the Captain’s office.

        Simon almost choked on his coffee when he saw him before spluttering, “What the hell is that?”.

        “A gift” Jim replied softly with a hint of steel. Simon scowled, not liking his answer.
         


     
        “This is a police station, not a biker bar!” He muttered under his breath, forgetting that the other man
        could hear him.

        “Is there a problem *Sir*” Jim asked emphasising the last word.

        “No, of course not. Sorry about that Jim, I was just a bit stunned. I mean it isn’t really you.” Simon
        apologised gesturing towards the collar

        “Actually…I think it *is* really me for the first time in quite a while” Jim’s smile was as mysterious as
        his statement.

        The Captain decided that even if he lived to be a hundred he would never understand that man.
         


     
        “So, where is your partner today?” he asked changing the subject, scowling again as that damned
        enigmatic smile returned.

        “I think he has some business to attend to, but he did leave a note reminding me that he would see me
        later.” The matter-of-fact tone, contradicting the strange gleam in his light blue eyes.

        The two men settled in to discuss the cases they were currently working on. An hour later Jim finally left
        the Captain’s office, surprised to see he was still getting curious looks from his friends and fellow officers
        until he arrived at his desk.
         

         
        On his desk lay a perfect single red rose with a note attached to its stem. Jim picked it up, before turning
        away from the crowd gathered near his desk. He raised it to his face  rubbing it against his cheek, already knowing who it was from, breathing in the heady perfume, his senses also picking up a fainter but no less intoxicating scent. This scent was distinct, that of his mate, his guide…the other half of his soul. His
        body’s heated response to this gift stopped him just before he was about to zone.

        Jim opened the note…
         

       

        Are you wearing my gift? Are you imagining it’s me rubbing against your skin not the warmth
        of the leather? I imagined this rose was you. I brushed it across my skin, picturing your fingers
        softly caressing me…not the petals. First I touched it to my lips before slowly trailing it down my
        body. It made me shiver…the touch so very light. I miss the feel of you against my flesh…crave it,
        like a junkie with an  addiction. You *are* my addiction. I will *never* get enough of you.

        Just remember you belong to me.
         

          Forever,
            Yours.

       
        Jim groaned softly at the imagery of those words. He slid into his chair, holding his flushed face in his
        hands, conscious of the worried looks he was receiving.

        One of the female secretaries approached him quietly, placed a hand on his shoulder and inquired if he
        was all right.

        The smile that she received was dazzling.

        “Yes! I am, *Very* ” he answered hesitating only for a moment.

        She smiled back in return before whispering “Just make sure he knows”

        Jim’s head whipped back in surprise.

        “Don’t worry, it isn’t obvious, even to a room full of detectives”.

        He chuckled.
         


     
        Work for the day consisted mainly of paperwork, the bane of a cop’s existence. Jim settled in at his
        desk starting on the ever expanding pile on the right. A few hours later and about a third of the way
        through, he was delighted to find another note.

        Eyes sparkling in anticipation he opened it...

        Are you thinking of me? Thinking about when we will be together again? Or has your job
        distracted you from me…from us. You have been neglecting me lately, although unintentionally.

        Still…I must remind you of who you will *always* belong to.
         

          Forever,
            Yours.
             

       
        Two hours later Jim was so distracted that Simon ordered him to start his weekend early.

        Not caring how undignified it looked, he almost ran through the building, only stopping when he reached
        his vehicle.

        Immediately Jim spotted the note attached to the windscreen. His entire body tightened in anticipation of
        what this latest note might contain.

        There is a tape, ready to be played in the cassette player. Listen to my voice carefully and follow
        my instructions.

        He sat in the driver’s seat for a moment trying to gain control over his rapid breathing before pressing the
        play button.
         


       
        Jim shuddered as the husky tone of his lover’s voice surrounded him, gripping the steering wheel tightly
        to stop a possibly zone and listened carefully.

        Tonight…you will have your chance to prove how much I mean to you and to make up for your
        neglect.

        Do you still need me? Can you live without me? Because I know I can’t live without you.

        There is only one rule…you wear my gift and only that. I shall be home about 8pm. Until then…

        Forever,
        Yours.

        Jim glanced down at his watch, 3pm. He had 5 hours to prepare himself.
         

       
        Almost 5 hours later everything was in place. The loft was lit by the light of many candles, some scented,
        some not. The barest hint of Sandalwood and Cinnamon in the air, surrounding him in a sensual haze.

        Food had been prepared with careful deliberation… Wine, a selection of fruit and sinfully rich chocolate.

        Soft music played in the background as Jim finally positioned himself on the floor facing the door, resting
        lightly on his knees, head lowered submissively and hands out stretched, palms open in supplication…
        wearing only his gift. Only moments later he could sense his lover approaching.


       
        The door opened quietly followed by a delighted gasp, a slight pause…then “Hello James, I see you
        followed my instructions!”

        His lover’s steady tone was at complete odds with his accelerated heart rate.

        Jim dared not smile. He sat there silent, unmoving until his lover gave him leave to rise and speak. At
        some point in the afternoon Jim had suprised himself by throwing himself into this role whole-heartedly
        and *enjoying* it, and was determined to prove his devotion by both word and deed.

        His lover was right as usual, he had been neglecting him but no more.
         


       
        Jim led his lover over to the couch and gently pushed him until he was seated. He knelt and removed his
        shoes before handing him a glass of wine.

        “Shall I address you as Master?” Jim asked huskily, and watched as his lovers eyes dilated until they
        were almost black with a combination of shock and arousal.

        “Master of my body… master of my soul… master of my heart” He whispered.

        His lover nodded mutely.

        “Shall I prepare a bath for you… Master?” he asked quietly and was answered by a moan and then
        another nod.

        And so it began.
         


       
        Jim returned from the bathroom to find his lover stretched out on the couch with his eyes closed. He
        carefully removed the wineglass from his grasp before leaning over and brushing his thumb softly across
        his lips in an effort to gently wake him.

        His lover murmured sleepily and opened his eyes. “Your bath is ready, Master” Jim stated calmly,
        helping him up before directing him towards the bathroom.

        Hot water steamed in the tub, and candles reflected off the polished tiles in the small room as Jim knelt
        once more at his lover’s feet and began slowly undressing him.
         


       
        Once his lover was finally free of his clothing, Jim swept him off his feet and settled him into the heated
        depths, he then retrieved a soft sponge and began cleansing his lover’s skin with long sweeping strokes.

        Next he paid careful attention to his lover’s glorious mane of hair, gently massaging his scalp as he
        worked the shampoo through the silken strands, then slowly rinsing it.

        Once that task was completed he helped him out of the tub and enveloped him in a large fluffy towel,
        before carrying his lover towards the fireplace, and lowering him onto the rug.
         


       
        Jim reached over and grabbed a comb off the coffee table that he had left for just this purpose before
        settling down behind his lover and cradling him between spread thighs. He pressed against the smaller
        man’s back, urging him to lean forward as he inspected each and every inch of his lover’s still damp curls
        and gently worked out any snags he found.

        Once finished and while his lover was still in this position, he slowly and tenderly worked the tension out
        of his shoulders and back.

        Jim waited until his lover was almost purring before reluctantly moving away.
         


       
        Jim returned with a tray of food, a bottle of wine and a single glass.

        He made sure his lover was comfortable before offering him a slice of orange, feeding it to him carefully.

        His lover closed his eyes and sighed blissfully. Another slice of fruit, strawberry this time then Jim poured
        and handed him the glass of  wine.

        He shook his head slightly at the glass and whispered, “I would prefer to drink it from you!”

        Jim shivered and complied taking a small sip, before leaning forward until their lips met and his lover
        drank the wine from him.
         


       
        Long moments later after sharing several glasses of wine and fruit this way Jim drew back and waited for
        his next instructions.

        “I want you to hold me for a while…and make me feel like I’m the most precious thing in the world to
        you!”

        “You are” Jim whispered.

        His lover tilted his head back and gave him a smile of such brilliance and filled with such love that Jim was
        humbled by it.

        Jim pulled his lover back against his chest and held him tightly rocking them both a little, then began to
        nibble on his lover’s neck.
         


       
        The rocking motion steadily increased until his lover was grinding back against him, making these
        wonderful little whimpering noises. Jim growled against his lover’s throat, certain that it was now time to
        move upstairs.

        He stood up and reached out a hand which his lover took gratefully to help him stand.

        “Master?” Jim whispered, careful not to disturb the tension building between them.

        “Yes James?” was the huskily murmured reply.

        “Would you mind waiting down here while I make myself ready?”

        “Five minutes only, before I come up”

        “Yes Master” Jim answered before crossing the loft and climbing the stairs.
         


       
        Exactly five minutes later, Jim heard footsteps slowly ascending the stairs. He stayed absolutely still,
        lying spread out on his stomach naked and fully prepared, not even turning his head to watch as his lover approached.

        The footsteps stopped at the edge of the bed and he smiled slightly to himself as he listened to his lover
        take a deep breath that ended as a low moan and wiggled a little, spreading his legs further apart.

        Another moan, louder this time.

        Encouraged by the sound Jim stretched out fully, arching his back slightly and extending his arms.

        His lover growled.
         


       
        Jim was so focused on the sounds his lover was making, his increased heartbeat and inhaling the musky
        scent of his arousal, that the first touch of his fingers against the back of his thigh was almost shocking.

        He arched backward slightly into the caress and emitted what sounded like a purr.

        His lover chuckled quietly and continued, each stroke increasing in length and pressure until he was
        brushing his fingers from shoulder to knee then ever so slowly his lover moved the caresses inward until
        he was tracing the line of  his spine and the curve of his ass.
         


       
        Jim gritted his teeth in an effort to control the needy whimpers trying to escape his throat, knowing that
        the one thing his lover wanted was for him to give up control but still finding it difficult. It wasn’t so much
        about power as trust and his lover knew this  never demanding his surrender only pushing subtly until it
        was easy to let go a little more each time.

        His lover watched him struggle internally with himself, noting the tensing and releasing of his muscles,
        making his touch more soothing than arousing until with a sigh Jim relaxed completely.

        “Please!”


       
         “Please what James?” his lover asked him softly.

        “Something…anything, please!” He begged, caught up in his need for touch, his need to give up control.

        “On your knees James!” His lover demanded.

        Jim obeyed without thought and raised himself.

        “Spread yourself wider James”

        Jim whimpered at the husky tone that commanded him. He could feel his lover’s gaze on him hot and
        insistent as he exposed himself completely, quivering at the delicious wantonness of the act.

        “Gorgeous! you have no idea what it does to me to see you spread out like that just because I
        commanded you to”
         


       
        Jim groaned deep in his throat as the silky dark tone sent shockwaves down his spine.

        “That’s it James…dial your senses up a little. I want you to feel my voice, hear my caresses, taste the
        scent of my arousal and see my words in your mind as I take you.”

        He did as instructed, trembling at the texture of the cotton sheets against his oversensitive skin and the
        warm currents of air flowing over the expanse of his back.

        “I want you to rest your head on the pillow and reach back and part yourself for me James.”

         


       
        He shuddered, giving a small cry of protest and almost came on the spot.

        “C’mon James, I want to see you do it” His lover purred with a hint of steel.

        Jim slumped forward and rested his weight on his shoulder, inhaling deeply he reached behind himself
        with trembling hands and did as he was instructed.

        “Oh baby that is so hot!” His lover exclaimed moaning. “It’s taking all of my willpower not to just ram myself into that tight ass of yours right now.” He added breathlessly.

        “Do it…please!” Jim pleaded hoarsely.

        “Wouldn’t you rather I did this?”
         

         
        Jim could feel the air being displaced as his lover moved closer. He arched back expectantly and was
        not disappointed.

        A warm, wet and rough tongue trailed down the exposed cleft and licked against the puckered opening,
        then darted in and out quickly.

        Jim whimpered and thrust himself back further seeking that wicked tongue.

        His lover murmured in approval and continued lapping at the highly sensitive flesh, adding nips and
        sucking until Jim was squirming and begging for more.

        A well placed bite had Jim arching almost violently and beyond coherence.

        His lover eventually moved away and Jim moaned, disappointed.
         


       
        His lover left the bed, but within moments he returned.

        “Give me your hand James” His lover demanded.

        Jim turned one hand palm up and offered it to him.

        Seconds later something cool and slick was squeezed onto his fingertips.

        “Prepare yourself for me baby and make it good because when you are done I’m going to fuck you so
        long, hard and well you won’t know what century it is or anything else but the feel of being fucked”

        Almost delirious with anticipation Jim heard his lover settle comfortably on the bed behind him,

         “Now James!”

        So he began.
         


       
        Small feather-light touches to begin with then firmer and harder, stroking one finger up and down and
        then exerting a little pressure entering himself with one slicked digit.

        Behind him his lover moaned in delight, and Jim could suddenly hear the sound of skin against skin and
        knew his lover was stroking himself.

        Determind to give his lover a bit of a show, he summoned up his remaining self-control and proceeded
        to tease both his lover and himself.

        “Do it baby… another finger” his lover asked, breathing heavily.

        Jim smiled slightly, wiggled a little and added another finger.
         

         
        He penetrated himself with two fingers, moaning at the slight burn and began thrusting his hips back to
        drive them deeper.

        "Oh James you look so hot doing that. One more finger baby and then I'm going to fuck you raw"

        Jim withdrew the fingers and offered the wet digits to his lover in a silent plea for more of the slick gel.

        As soon as they were once more coated he thrust them back into his welcoming ass with blissful cry,
        then shuddered as he accidentally hit that one spot inside him guaranteed to make him wail in pleasure.
         


       
        Jim could feel the waves of almost unbearable sensation starting from his toes signalling his impending
        climax.

        He gritted his teeth and slowed the motions of his fingers not wanting to come too soon and disappoint
        his lover.

        His actions did not go unnoticed.

        "Are you going to come, baby?" His lover asked him, voice dark and breathless.

        Jim nodded frantically, then yelped from the stinging slap to his rear.

        "I asked you a question James"

        "Yes Master but it's too soon" Jim replied, feeling slightly ashamed.

        As if reading his mind his lover spoke. "It's alright James, turn over"
         


       
        With a small moan of either loss or relief Jim removed his fingers and with an almost surprising grace
        rolled over.

        "Keep going James, I don't think you are prepared enough yet" his lover ordered.

        Jim whimpered slightly and drew his knees up, almost to his chin, once more exposing himself completely
        to his lover's gaze.

        Instead of sitting back and watching him this time, his lover moved forward and positioned himself on his knees only inches away from his ultimate goal.

        "Continue, James." He instructed, with a growl.

        With a deep breath, Jim plunged his fingers back inside himself.
         


       
        "Faster baby, I want to see you come"

        Jim groaned and began to protest.

        "Shh…" His lover hushed him. "I love watching you come, the way all your muscles tense and you make those sexy little mewling cries and growls. Besides you will last longer when I finally fuck you if I let you come now."

        Jim panted, unable to say anything as a bolt of pure need shot through him.

        "Turn up you dial another notch James"

        Jim did as he was told and hissed loudly as the burning pleasure he felt from finger-fucking himself increased in intensity.
         


       
        "Almost there, baby?" His lover asked, softly.

        "Yes, Master." Jim replied, barely coherent.

        Jim watched as his lover focused on his straining cock, gleaming with fluid in the soft light, which until
        this time had been completely neglected.

        His lover raised a hand and slowly dragged one finger across the tip, gathering up some of the fluid and brought it to his mouth.

        "Come for me James. Now!" he ordered, before sucking the digit into his mouth.

        And with a roar Jim came, hips arching violently, the visual stimulation all his desperate senses needed to drive him over the edge.
         


       
        Once the spasms finally subsided, leaving only pleasurable aftershocks, Jim slumped back against the mattress, panting slightly.

        "Feel better now baby?" His lover asked, his voice a low growl.

        "Yes Master. Thank you" Jim replied, giving his lover an adoring smile.

        His lover smiled back and Jim knew that all was right with his world once again, he then sprawled against the cool cotton sheets and spread his arms and legs wide in almost sluttish abandon, issuing an invitation with his movements for his lover to continue.

        His lover chuckled at his behaviour and moved closer.

        "Are you ready James?"
         

         "Yes Master."

        "Ready for the pounding I am going to give you?" He continued.

        Jim nodded frantically and squirmed.

        "What do you want James?" His lover asked quietly.

        "I want you to fuck me, Master." Jim replied without hesitation.

        "Do you deserve it?"

        Jim shut his eyes ashamed. "No, Master I don't." He said miserably.

        "Why don't you deserve it?" His lover queried.

        "Because I have been neglecting you."

        "Yes James you have.  But I said in my note that I would give you a chance to make it up to me." His lover answered, softly.

        "I'm so sorry Master"
         


       
        "I wasn't finished James" His lover chided him lightly. "I know you are sorry baby, and you have made it up to me, I don't think I have ever felt so special, so loved or so incredibly aroused as I have tonight.

        "Master?"

        "Yes baby?" He purred.

        "Could you kiss me, please?" Jim implored.

        "Certainly James"

        His lover leaned forward and brushed his lips against Jim's teasingly before nibbling on his lower lip and demanding entrance to his mouth, exerting his control with a gentle force that left the Detective begging for more.

        His lover drew away slowly and smiled.
         

       

       
        "Now baby, it's time for me to take what's mine and fuck you until you pass out." His lover stated casually as if he was just discussing the weather or something equally trivial.

        Jim shuddered and took a deep breath.

        "James I want you to keep you senses dialled up about two notches above normal." He commanded.

        Jim must have looked slightly worried because his lover quickly reassured him.

        "Don't worry baby, I won't let you zone. You trust me don't you?"

        "Yes Master, I trust you. I trust you with my life, my heart, my body and my senses."
         


       
        "Good. Now baby, knees up and spread." He directed huskily.

        Jim did as ordered, drawing his knees up once more against his chest and watched, shivering in anticipation as his lover moved forward and knelt resting on his heels between his spread thighs.

        He gasped as he finally felt the touch of his lover against his skin, his lovers hands cupping his firm cheeks and parting them further, getting him positioned for the delicious pounding he was just about to receive.

        Jim noticed his lover leaning over him as if to kiss him, but he stopped at the last moment.
         


       
        His lover leant forward and gave his chest a single swipe of his tongue, then looked up until dark blue eyes were staring into lighter blue eyes.

        A pause.

        And then while their gazes were locked, his lover thrust forward and with determined and almost brutal forced embedded himself deeply inside his welcoming body.

        Both men cried out in unison.

        After a moment or two to let Jim adjust, his lover began withdrawing.

        Jim clamped his muscles tight, not willing to let him go and received a firm slap on his ass in response.

        "Who is in control here James?"
         


       
        Jim whimpered. "You are Master, but please don't stop."

        "I'm not going anywhere baby, don't worry, I'm done with teasing you tonight."

        Jim smiled at that statement then groaned as his lover pulled out of him almost completely before plunging back in and going deeper than before.

        His lover eventually got into a steady and forceful rhythm, sliding in and out of his body with controlled movements until Jim was thrashing his head from side to side on his pillow and pleading for release.

        "Soon baby, soon" His lover crooned, breathlessly and increased the force behind each thrust.

        "Oh god!"
         


       
        His lover grinned at his moan and changed the angle of his entry slightly.

        Over and over his lover hit that one spot inside him that made him alternate between crying out in pleasure, growling and purring like some kind of big cat.

        "That's it baby, almost there." He whispered huskily.

        "Harder Master, please!" Jim begged.

        "Harder? Are you sure baby?" His lover asked him, slightly concerned.

        "Yes! Harder, faster, deeper. Take me. Fuck me hard and make sure I know who is in control." Jim cried, urging his lover on.

        Jim watched as his lover gave up all control.
         


       
        "Yes!" Jim almost screamed, as his lover rode him hard, arching his back and spreading his legs wide, then hooking them over his lover's shoulders to gain even greater penetration. Each thrust bordering the fine line between burning ecstasy and pain, each time his lover slammed into his ass, the incredible sensations drove him higher and higher, until thought no longer existed and the world around them ceased to be except for the feel of hot skin against skin.

        Every movement forced a blissful cry from Jim’s throat and an answering sound from his lover.

        “Oh god, Blair now… *please*”
         


       
        "Jiiiiimmmm!" With a last violent slam of his lover's hips, his body went rigid and he threw his head back and wailed as he exploded, filling Jim and sending him over the edge.

        "Blaaaaaiiiirr!" Jim roared as he came, shuddering and panting as a wave of violent contractions overcame him and hurtled him screaming into the darkness.

        Jim came to with his lover sprawled bonelessly on top of him.

        "Blair? Are you okay?" He asked, his voice hoarse.

        "Hmmmm…" His lover purred as he raised his head and kissed him hard.

        "Thankyou" Jim whispered.

        "I love you too." Blair replied.
         

         

         ~Finis~
         

         

           
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