Legacy by Jane Davitt (NC-17)

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Hi, sorry for the late start, but I was away on holiday and have to admit that I didn't even try to find an Internet connection in Egypt.
 
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length: 35,000 words
Author on LJ: janedavitt 
Author Website: Jane's Stories

Why this must be read: Because it's prisonAU!dark!fic and it's fantastic and I'm this story's bitch!

As you'll discover this month, I'm very much a girl for the one shot romance first time fic - preferably with humor and banter included. This one is nothing like it. Let's just have a little look at the warnings author literary demi-goddess Jane Davitt has so nicely provided.

Warnings: dub-con/non-con, depending on how you read someone doing something they don't want to do to avoid a worse alternative. Jim and Blair with other partners at various points. Threesome. Daddy!kink, spanking, humiliation, violence. 

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Sounds bad? Well, even if that stuff doesn't seem to be your cup of tea at all, the writing will make you cry tears of joy. Click the the link. Or maybe read a small passage first? 

"Stick your tongue out."

Why that was more humiliating than sucking Jim's thumb, Blair didn't know, but it was. He extended his tongue, straining to reach, and managed to flick the tip of his tongue against Jim's thumb. The taste did something to him; jacked him up, steadied him down. He went from interested to rock-hard in the space of two quick, rushed breaths and out of the corner of his eye saw Jim's cock jerk as if it'd been touched.

God, sex with Jim probably was going to be as good as the arrogant bastard had said it would be...

Lust made everything easier, as it always did. Blair whined, the sound lost in the murmur of voices, but, he guessed, audible to Jim, and tried to get another taste. Jim's grip on his hair slackened just enough to allow it and Blair knelt, sucking the tip of Jim's thumb with an avidity he didn't bother to hide.

"You want the real thing, you have to show me what an obedient little puppy you are," Jim said softly and tugged his thumb out, wiping it across Blair's flushed cheek, leaving a streak of dampness that felt like a cool kiss. "Can you do that? Or do you need to be taught your lessons again?"

"No!" Blair swallowed hard. "I'm good. I mean, I'll be good -- I'll do anything you say. Please."

The lines were blurring. How much of what he was saying was sincere and how much an act? He'd assured himself smugly that he'd meant none of it and that had kept him sane, but it was so easy to do this -- shouldn't it be difficult? Shouldn't he have to think about what to say, instead of having it pour out of him like blood from a wound?

"Please," he whispered. "Let me show you how good I can be."

Legacy

Comments

[janedavitt.livejournal.com]

Okay, that excerpt made me blush and I wrote it :;g:;

Thank you so much for the rec and the kind words; this fic was one that totally ate my brain writing it and I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

Those warnings I had to use...heh, I'm not sure I would've clicked on the fic after seeing them, but it really wasn't as dark as it seems.

Not all of it, anyway :-)