THE WISDOM OF THE WOLF/THE WISDOM OF THE JAGUAR

The jaguar's wisdom - shape shifter, moving without fear in the darkness, moving in unknown places.

On exhausted legs, the jaguar coursed through the jungle. The last meal he had eaten had been turned into fuel for his body several days ago, and now there was a great empty feeling in his belly. Although his body was weary, his spirit was still strong, so he relentlessly forged ahead. Although he had been searching for many years without success, instinct told him that he was in the final part of his quest, and the only thing that would stop him from achieving his goal now was his own death.

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The young warrior was skillfully concealed in the brush. He readied his blow dart and aimed, hitting the jaguar directly on its sweating flank. The big cat stumbled and fell, skidding several feet on the damp jungle path before coming to rest in a heap against the base of a tree. The warrior whooped with joy at his success and ran excitedly to the downed animal. Now he would surely be the best hunter in his tribe. Not even the seasoned warriors had killed a jaguar! He would turn eighteen summers soon, and this was his first big kill on his own. The warrior elatedly approached the area where he had seen the jaguar fall, and as he ran to the spot where the big cat should have lain, he stopped abruptly. His mouth fell open and his dark eyes widened as he stared at his would-be prize.

A man lay unconscious; Benama's dart still embedded in his side. He quickly ran to the man and touched his chest. His heart beat very slowly. The warrior knew that death was imminent unless drastic measures were taken immediately. He raced back to his village. The Shaman would know what to do.

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The wolf's wisdom - guidance in dreams and meditations, social and familial values, instinct linked with intelligence, skill in protection of self and family.

With his breathing rapid and his chest pounding, the frantic warrior burst uninvited into the Shaman's hut. The Shaman looked up in surprise. No one ever dared cross his threshold without the proper greetings and the invitation to enter. Rising quickly, he glanced into the distressed face of Benama, the Chief's eldest son.

"What?" he ordered adamantly in Quechua.

"I have killed a man," Benama blurted out.

The Shaman ran his hand across his face and through his long, curly hair. "Tell me what happened"

Benama grabbed the Shaman's arm and pulled him roughly towards the doorway. "Please," he begged. "The gods will be angry. I shot the jaguar, but when I went to claim my trophy, it was a man!"

The Shaman's face drained of color and his breath caught in his throat. Good God, it was his dream! And here was a village warrior describing it in detail. Of course, the warrior was unaware of the Shaman's vision. Only the Shaman walked in more than one world and, once again, his dreams had become reality. But the time to meditate and reflect would be later. Now, a man's life was at stake.

The Shaman pried the distraught warrior's fingers from his arm and quickly grabbed a large pouch hanging by the door. "Lead me to him quickly, Benama. We have little time."

No words were wasted on the quick trip to the spot where the fallen man lay dying. They carried him to a secluded glade where the Shaman directed Benama to start a fire and find fresh water. Benama raced off as commanded, and the Shaman inspected his patient after quickly removing the dart.

The man was painted in black from head to foot. He wore a pair of faded and torn camouflage pants and an equally worn vest of some sort. He had a ragged piece of cloth tied around his head and his feet were bare. The Shaman knew at a glance that he was a white man in spite of the black paint concealing his features.

With the fire started and while he waited for the water to heat, the Shaman extracted various herbs and pieces of bark from his pouch. Some he placed in the water, some he ground between his palms into a fine powder and pressed them into the small hole caused by the dart, and others he placed on various parts of the man's body. One root was chewed into a soft pulp and swabbed on the man's lips and around the inside of his mouth. he Shaman dripped a small amount of clean water into the man's mouth and watched as the throat swallowed involuntarily. He spent several careful minutes dripping the water into his patient's mouth, being especially careful not to choke him.

As the water boiled, the Shaman sat quietly, eyes closed, meditating. Just as silently, Benama crouched several feet away at the edge of the glade, watching with bright, intense eyes as the Shaman worked his magic. He, too, prayed to the gods to spare their wrath at his error.

Just at the precise moment, the Shaman opened his eyes. He added several more herbs and roots to the small pot and removed it from the heat. Then he rustled around in the large pouch for a smaller one, from which he drew a pinch of yet another substance that was tossed onto the flames. He murmured incantations as he worked. A knife was drawn from the pouch and a small sheaf of hairs was cut from the healer's head. The hairs sizzled when he placed them into the fire.

The Shaman used a fingertip to test the concoction in the pot. He retrieved a small bowl, transferred the contents of the pot into it and tasted the liquid. Satisfied, he first let several drops dribble onto the ground as his lips moved in silent invocation. Then, once again, he gently and patiently dripped small amounts slowly into the mouth of the unconscious man. Only when the entire amount had been consumed did he sit back and wait.

"Benama, come here," the Shaman called.

The young warrior sidled up behind the Shaman then fell to his knees, head bent. The Shaman smiled to himself at his penitent demeanor. "Benama, you have done well in making your poison for the darts. It was quick and effective. Chief Tunel would be proud of his son."

The warrior remained still and silent, as he knew he must.

The Shaman continued, "You have also done well in saving this man's life. The gods have not shown me the final outcome yet, but your efforts will be rewarded. You must know that this action was part of your destiny. Also know that I had seen this occurrence in my vision."

Benama did not look at the Shaman as he spoke. "But I saw the jaguar," he stated in a confused voice.

The Shaman nodded as he placed a hand on the unconscious man's forehead. "He has the ability to walk in both worlds."

Benama's mouth dropped open and he stared at the man who could transform. Benama thought only the Shaman could transform. How was this possible? Questions burned his throat, but he kept silent. He longed to study with the Shaman, and he prayed the Shaman would share this great knowledge with him one day. Maybe one day he would be worthy, but not today, he knew.

The Shaman touched his young friend's arm and said firmly, but kindly, "There will be no more hunting of the jaguar. I will mention to the Chief that you are indeed worthy to be of his blood. Now, go back and bring some men to carry the Sentinel to the village." With a slight nod and wide eyes at the revelation, Benama darted out of the glade.

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"I have been waiting for you," the voice said as it drifted through Jim Ellison's mind, and he struggled to consciousness. He could only moan in response.

Water touched his face and neck and continued down his arms and chest. He sighed deeply and swallowed hard. More water brushed against his lips, and his tongue flicked out to greedily lap the liquid. The moisture continued to be applied to his lips and finally he reached out his hand and shakily clamped it around the wrist that held the cup. He tried to raise his head a few inches but fell back, moaning slightly. A warm hand slid behind his head and helped him as the cup was placed at his mouth. He drank thirstily, relishing the feel of the water on his parched throat. He trembled once, and fell back to sleep.

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It was dark when Jim opened his eyes and glanced around. Through the window in the side of the hut he could see a blanket of stars against the velvety night sky. He looked at his surroundings, realizing he was in a hut in one of the many Chopec villages he had successfully avoided for years now. As he heard steps approaching, Jim felt a moment of panic and reached for the knife that hung from his belt, but his hand felt only bare skin. Jim rose from the pallet at the same moment a man stepped into his line of sight, but his legs collapsed and the man lunged forward just in time to catch him.

"Whoa. Take it easy," the stranger said in a calming voice as he wrapped his strong arms around Jim's waist. "You're in no condition to try and walk yet." The stranger lowered him to the pallet and pulled a light covering over his lower body. Jim glared at him. "How are you feeling?" the man inquired in a voice that seemed to indicate that they were old friends.

"Who the hell are you?" Jim asked harshly, hiding his surprise that the stranger spoke English.

His companion grinned widely. "I'm the Shaman of this village. My given name is Blair Sandburg. And I've been waiting for you."

"What are you talking about? We've never met before. How could you have been waiting for me?" Jim growled.

Blair chuckled. "It is considered impolite in Chopec society for a guest not to introduce himself and express his appreciation that his life has been saved by the Shaman."

Jim nodded and said sarcastically, "Right. Thanks a bunch. I'll send flowers and write you a thank you note."

Blair laughed merrily as Jim scowled at him. "Hmmm," he murmured, tapping a finger alongside his jaw. "I think that's New York society rules, not Chopec ones. You might just thank me and offer something precious up to the gods when you've recovered."

Duly chastised, albeit kindly, Jim sighed. "I'm -- sorry. I didn't mean to sound ungrateful. It's just that -- I was finally reaching my goal. I've been searching for years, and just when I thought I'd finally reached the end of the road…" He paused, meeting Blair's eyes. "What the heck happened anyway?"

Blair sat cross-legged beside Jim's pallet. "Here, sit up very slowly and eat this. You've been unconscious for a long while, and you must be very hungry." Blair handed him a bowl with some kind of meat stewed with roots and vegetables.

Jim sat up slowly and crossed his legs. "Thanks," he said, reaching for the bowl. Jim hadn't realized just how hungry he was until the smell of the food reached his nose. Using his fingers, he wolfed down the food.

"Slow down, you'll make yourself sick," Blair suggested. Jim just nodded and kept on eating.

He handed the empty bowl to Blair. "Well, thanks for taking care of me," he said, trying to sound grateful.

Blair smiled and inclined his head. Jim started to rise and Blair held out a hand to offer assistance. Jim clutched the outstretched hand and once on his feet, stood for several minutes regaining his equilibrium. That accomplished, he dropped Blair's hand abruptly and started for the door. "Nature call, Chief."

"Ah, excuse me; I don't mind, but the other villagers might. You're naked, you know, and it is past sunrise. Even in the jungle, there are certain rules of decorum in public." Blair grinned up at the muscled man. Jim glanced down at his naked self and almost blushed. Blair rose and rummaged in a basket in the corner of the hut. "Here, one of the women washed and mended your pants."

Jim grabbed the article from Blair's hands, scowling. Blair chuckled again, making Jim scowl even more. He was beginning to resent being laughed at. He glanced at his rescuer through his lashes while he pulled on the pants. Jim's eyes traveled surreptitiously from his head to his feet. Blair was a sturdy, compact man with long, curly, reddish-brown hair pulled back in a leather tie. He was tanned and lean, and had strong, stained hands. His shirtless chest was covered with soft dark hair and his worn jeans looked like they were held together by mere threads. He had a strange set of markings on his lower arm that looked like a tattoo of some sort, but it wasn't a design, more like the marks left by a set of teeth that had clamped onto his arm.

Blair's bright blue eyes watched him intently while he leaned against the door frame. "Like what you see, Sentinel?" he asked quietly, so quietly that Jim could barely hear him. Jim's face reddened and he stomped from the hut, brushing past Blair, making sure to turn his body so that he did not touch the Shaman. Blair's soft laughter followed Jim's ears all the way across the small village.

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The jaguar's wisdom - empowering oneself, understanding the patterns of chaos

Jim found a dead tree and wearily sat down. Questions tumbled over one another so fast that he had trouble catching his breath. What the hell had happened? Why was he here? Why didn't he run away as quickly as possible? What was a Sentinel? Why had Blair called him that? And exactly who or what was Blair Sandburg, for that matter? A Shaman? Every village had one, he knew.

But Jim had avoided the native villages religiously since being stranded in Peru by his own government those many years ago. After he had followed orders to organize a militia with the locals and defend the Chopec pass, and after he had been unable to stop the slaughter of the Indians who had followed his lead during the pass' defense, he had traveled deep into the jungle, and had remained alone.

He blamed himself for the Chopecs' death. They had followed him willingly and he had failed them. He had been overtaken with a strange tropical disease, and often had trouble controlling his senses. One night, during a recurrence of the disease, he had practically been deaf and blind when the pass had been attacked. Almost all of his troops had been slaughtered because he had failed to realize that the attack was imminent.

He had lost track of the years as they had slowly passed. Jim lived off the land, hunted like a native, and avoided all human contact. He had thought about hiking out many times, and had even tried it on several occasions. But whenever he got near any inhabited areas, his disease flared up. His head ached, his ears rang, his mouth burned, his eyes watered and his nose was assailed by the smells of civilization. Jim had retreated into the relative safety of the jungle and had avoided people -- until now. But this contact wasn't of his choice. He should leave right away, he knew.

More questions tumbled through his mind. Why was Blair Sandburg here, anyway? He was a white man. How had he gained a Shaman's knowledge? Why had he saved Jim's life? And, the most important question: why did Jim feel like he was at the end of his journey?

Jim rose and headed down the nearest path away from the village. He had to get away from this place. Suddenly on the path directly in front of him, a large gray-and-black wolf appeared from out of nowhere. It snarled viciously and advanced towards him. He reached instinctively for his bow and arrows, cursing soundly when his hand found nothing. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head. Wolves were not native to South America. Where had it come from? When he focused and looked again, it was gone. He turned several times, listening, but could not hear the retreating animal. Jim again shook his head slightly and pinched the bridge of his nose. With a deep sigh, he walked back toward the village.

Blair was sitting on the ground in front of his hut, carefully arranging several bunches of herbs in small piles. He did not raise his head when Jim crossed the main area and sat heavily next to him.

"Jim Ellison," he said quietly.

Blair still did not look up, but he did smile and nod. "Jim," he stated simply. He continued working for a while before speaking. "You may stay at my place, or you may find one of your own. There are several unattached women in the village. If you should wish it, I will speak to the chief for you."

Jim shook his head. "No; actually, I'm not used to being with anyone. I'll just sleep out beside the cooking fires, if you don't mind."

Blair nodded while he continued with his work. Jim watched him quietly for a long time. Blair worked quickly and efficiently, and Jim noticed that, the entire time he worked, he spoke in a soft singsong voice. Jim recognized several words. He heard a Christian invocation, a Jewish prayer, some ancient Greek, and a few others he didn't recognize thrown together with a healthy dose of Quechua and Spanish. Jim wanted to ask him what he was doing, but he felt like he'd be invading a private experience so he kept quiet. After a long while, Blair stopped and placed his work into several different pots and pouches. He rose and dusted off his hands on his jeans.

Blair looked closely at Jim. "If you have returned for your belongings, your weapons and the personal items you were carrying are in my hut."

Jim looked up at the Shaman, squinting slightly. "I said I would stay for a bit," he said in an irritated tone.

Jim heard that quiet chuckle once again. He was really getting aggravated whenever Blair laughed at him.

"You're welcome to stay," Blair said, "but you should know that you have to either provide food for the village or offer some other essential service in order to be able to. You may either hunt or fish, with the other men or alone, until we have the chance to explore other -- possibilities."

Jim rose and said testily, "I'll fish." e refused to question the Shaman about what the other possibilities might be, and he quickly left the village with Blair's knowing gaze following him.

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The wolf's wisdom - spirit teaching, steadfastness, guidance in dreams and meditations.

The jaguar's wisdom - empowering oneself

In the weeks following Jim's arrival, he remained aloof from Blair and the other members of the tribe. One afternoon, Jim was sitting alone, cleaning fish from the day's catch, when Blair approached him.

"I'm going down to the river for a bath. You're welcome to come along if you wish," Blair invited warmly.

Jim considered the invitation for a few seconds before he rose and nodded. Blair went into his hut and returned with a small pot and a clean pair of jeans. Jim followed him down the jungle path, stopping only long enough to pass the fish to the women to cook for the evening meal.

At the river's edge, Blair unselfconsciously stripped off his pants. Jim followed suit, his eyes sliding over his companion's body. He looked into Blair's face, seeing the quiet smile there, and quickly looked away. The Shaman had seen him naked while he had been caring for him, of course, but this was different. Blair gave him an appraising look that telegraphed his appreciation for Jim's lean, hard physique, and confidently let his eye roam Jim's frame, smiling as he did so.

"What?" Jim growled.

"Nothing," Blair answered innocently. He stood with his hands on his hips, his dick jutting full and firm from his crotch. Blair ignored his hard-on and handed the small pot to Jim. "Here, wash with a handful of this. It's good for your body and hair, too. It's also good for washing clothes. And it's good for other things." Blair laughed loudly as he dipped his own hand into the concoction, apparently pleased at a private joke. Blair waded into the river and wet the hair that he had loosened from its restraint, lathering it slowly. He closed his eyes and massaged his head, making small sounds of contentment in his throat.

Jim's body twitched in excitement at the sounds. He cursed himself soundly for his interest and carried the small pot to the side of the river where he found a spot to bathe, making sure he put a bit of distance between himself and Blair. He walked into the water until it was waist deep and turned his back to his companion, reaching down to grab his aching shaft. He was more than ticked off that his body had betrayed him and responded to the presence of another man. He berated himself while he started to stroke slowly.

The voice of his tormentor stopped his explorations. "Hey, man, don't waste it."

Jim jumped. "For God's sake, Sandburg, can't a guy have a bit of privacy around here?" he snarled.

Blair moved to stand directly in front of Jim. He still had that grin pasted on his face that irked Jim. The look that made him feel like Blair he knew something about Jim that he himself didn't even know. And Jim didn't like it one bit.

"May I?" Blair asked solicitously, advancing into Jim's personal space.

"Hell, no!" Jim shouted and backed up a few steps, slipping and falling into the water. He rose, sputtering and spitting. Blair stood, still smiling, arms crossed. Suddenly, as he moved close to Jim, the smile dropped from his face.

"I am the Shaman. You are the Sentinel. You are mine," Blair stated firmly while his hand slid behind Jim's neck and he brought their lips together fiercely. His other hand grasped Jim's aching shaft. Jim squealed and jumped, but Blair held on. Jim froze for a second when Blair's tongue invaded his mouth. He put his hands on Blair's shoulders, intending to push him away, but instead his arms encircled the firm shoulders of the Shaman, pulling him close.

Blair's hand stroked the erection under the water and his mouth plundered Jim's, a kiss the likes of which Jim had never felt before. Blair conquered Jim's teeth and tongue. He tasted every inch of Jim's luscious lips and gums. His tongue tickled the roof of Jim's warm, tasty mouth. Blair did not let Jim breath until Jim was moaning frantically, deep in his throat, and his dick was spurting hot semen into the tepid water of the river.

When Blair finally released his swollen, red lips, Jim gasped, "Oh, God." He tried to catch his breath and still his rapidly beating heart. Blair stood quietly, dropping his hands, his eyes dark pools of invitation to passion. His look clearly said to Jim that he had shown him what they could have, what they could be, what could happen; now it was for the Sentinel to decide.

Jim opened his eyes and breathed quickly, watching his lover closely. Blair didn't move under Jim's scrutiny. He was determined that he would not make another move until Jim decided. He would not take the Sentinel by force. What he had just done was close enough to force for him to be uncomfortable, so he refused to take further steps to bind the Sentinel to himself uninvited. The Shaman knew that the visions had shown him that he could have the Sentinel for his own, and they had taken him this far, but they steadfastly refused to show him the path ahead. Not all was revealed even to the seer.

Jim licked his lips. "Blair!" he blurted out. "Why?"

Still, the Shaman did not speak. He would go no further without the Sentinel's acquiescence. Jim started to get angry. What had just happened? And why did he want more, something -- else? He grabbed Blair's upper arms and shook him fiercely. Suddenly, the sound of a large number of birds assailed Jim's ears, but when he looked up, he could see none. Two breaths later, a screeching flock of parrots crossed his line of vision as they swarmed from one tree to another.

Jim looked around, startled. He heard animals rustling through the brush. He smelled jungle plants and rotting vegetation. He smelled his own come in the water, and he smelled the Shaman's unfulfilled arousal, strong and fierce

Jim dug his fingers into the hard flesh of Blair's arms. "Why is this happening again? What have you done to me?" Jim asked in an anguished voice.

Blair raised a hand to the side of Jim's face. is touch instantly calmed the Sentinel as his voice settled his senses. "It will be all right," he said softly.

Jim looked at his own hands, seeing the bruises coloring the Shaman's flesh. e unclenched them and rubbed the palms against Blair's skin. Tingles of fire raced up his arms, down his body and into his groin. His shaft jumped. He listened intently, hearing Blair's heart racing in his chest, his blood burning in his veins. He looked at his lover, seeing every pore, every eyelash, every hair on his body. Jim's eyes met Blair's. He saw something in those eyes, something hot and primal. Inviting and loving. Rough and passionate.

The words tumbled out of Jim's mouth before he even realized it. "Take me now, Shaman," he invited hoarsely. Jim quickly crushed Blair's lips against his own and pulled back, watching those burning blue eyes.

A wide smile crossed Blair's face when he saw his lover's look of desire. lair took Jim's hand and led him to the shore. He directed Jim to a small stand of rocks, grabbing a piece of woven material that served as a towel and the small bowl of what they had used for soap. Blair threw the towel on the ground and directed Jim to kneel down and lean forward, placing his hands on the rock table in front of him.

Blair moved behind Jim and positioned himself between Jim's legs, dipping his fingers into the pot. "All-purpose," Blair said. Jim nodded, shivering lightly. Blair stopped, resting a hand on his shoulder. "You sure?" he asked, so quietly that Jim had to strain to hear him. Jim nodded again.

Blair's fingers brushed the area between Jim's ass cheeks and he touched Jim's opening, first rubbing gentle circles, then sliding one finger in slowly. Jim's breathing escalated and he moaned quietly. Blair worked the lube in carefully and then slid in another finger, finally adding a third. He carefully twisted and stretched the sensitive channel. Jim's arms started shaking and he lowered his head, biting his lip. Blair's fingers slid in and out steadily and soon Jim's hips were thrusting back in a rhythm to match. Sweat poured down Jim's body and Blair flicked his tongue up Jim's backbone, licking and sucking a trail to the back of his neck. Jim trembled and shuddered, groaning loudly. Blair's mouth traveled back down bestowing more kisses. Jim's penis started to harden once again, and when Blair touched his prostate, Jim shouted and his shaft jumped to attention.

"What?…what?…" Jim sputtered. He couldn't think straight; he couldn't speak coherently; he could only feel. Jim's sense of touch had almost overwhelmed him as the fingers plunged in and out of his ass, wave after wave of pleasure flowing through his body. "God, oh God." Jim moaned over and over while Blair's hands continued their work.

When Jim was ready, Blair pressed head of his heavy, throbbing shaft against Jim's waiting entrance. "Sentinel, you are mine," Blair whispered roughly, pushing gently while placing a firm hand on Jim's pelvis, holding him steady. Jim sucked in his breath while Blair slid in deeply. He froze when Jim's muscles squeezed and he almost came at the sensation. He gritted his teeth and waited until the feeling receded slightly before he started a slow and steady rhythm of thrusts. Jim moaned deeply, shuddering each time Blair's dick brushed across his gland.

Blair felt his orgasm building fast. He couldn't stop it's coming so he thrust harder, relishing the feelings of the hot curling in his groin and his balls tightening, and the glorious feeling of release as his dick spurted long and hard into Jim's so inviting ass. Blair trembled and shouted when his orgasm was pulled from his body by Jim's constricting muscles. His hand found Jim's hard shaft and he stroked him over the edge quickly.

Jim's arms were shaking badly and his elbows collapsed. Blair managed to catch him when he slumped into a heap. Blair held his lover close until his own breathing started to steady and he struggled to calm his own runaway body. It was a long while before Blair could breathe normally and still longer before Jim's mind and body returned to reality

When Jim opened his eyes, he was laying on the rough blanket. His body had been cleaned and he felt wonderful. His lover was sleeping serenely next to him. Jim looked him over good and hard from head to foot. A new feeling washed over him, raising goose bumps down his arms and legs. Oh, God, he loved Blair Sandburg. He wanted to be with him, wanted to love him, wanted to protect him. No, he had to protect him. He wanted everything Blair had and more. Always and forever.

Blair stirred and opened his eyes, smiling at his Sentinel. "Me, too, Jim. Always and forever."

Jim started. He hadn't realized that he had spoken out loud. After a moment, he grinned. It was the first time Blair had seen him truly smile. "Yes, Shaman, Always and forever," he vowed again.

Blair had a silly grin on his face. "The vision I had has come true. You have chosen me, Sentinel. I am bonded to you now and forever."

Jim's grin was still plastered across his face. "We've chosen each other. And I am bonded to you now and forever," he affirmed.

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The wolf's wisdom--death and rebirth, spirit teaching, outwitting enemies, guidance in dreams and meditations, instinct linked with intelligence, social and familial values, taking advantage of change.

The jaguar's wisdom--understanding the patterns of chaos, moving in unknown places, shape shifter.

Giving the Sentinel his full attention, the Shaman asked, "Tell me, Jim, how did you come to realize that you could walk in two worlds?"

Jim cocked his head and considered. After a few moments, he said, "It was by accident, really. I thought I was hallucinating. Actually, I was hallucinating." He chuckled. Blair nodded encouragingly so Jim continued. "I was sick with a jungle fever of some sort. One minute I was burning up and the next minute I was this -- jaguar running through the jungle. I hunted a tapir and killed it. I remember gorging on the meat. The blood was still hot when I ripped out its throat and ate its heart. The next thing I knew I was back in my hut, covered in blood and wondering what the hell happened. But I wasn't sick any longer." Jim stopped and shrugged. "I can't control it very well."

Blair nodded. "Control is the hardest thing to accomplish. Even after all this time, I still can't control the animal spirit totally." He gazed into Jim's eyes. "I'd seen the jaguar many times in my visions. I knew you would be coming. My animal spirit guide told me you would be a mate for me and we would be joined for life. I've waited for you for many years"

Jim looked confused. "But wait, wolves aren't native to South America! How did you choose a wolf as your animal spirit?"

Blair smiled. "I didn't choose a wolf, the wolf chose me. And I first started my studies of Shamanism in the States. That is where I first realized I had an animal spirit to guide me. I had often dreamt of the wolf and the jaguar, since childhood actually. I traveled to Peru after a vision that instructed me to do so." Blair looked thoughtful before he added, "I always listen to my visions.

My first teacher was an Apache Shaman. I lived on the reservation in Arizona for five years studying his ways. Then after my vision of the jaguar and the instructions to come to Peru, I listened and followed. I've been here for three years, waiting for you. I knew you were in the jungle, but I was not to find you. I was to let you find me." Blair smiled as he touched his mate's arm. "And so you did."

Jim nodded thoughtfully. "I don't remember how long I've been here. It's been years, but I've lost count. I thought it was important at first to kept track of the days and years, but after a while, it didn't seem to matter very much."

"It doesn't matter very much," Blair agreed. "I've studied for eight years now and I know I'll never learn everything."

Jim grinned. "You did a hell of a job saving my life, Chief."

"Thank you, Jim, but all the credit goes to Incacha. He's the Shaman who guided me when I first came to Peru. He took me into his village and his home and taught me The Ways." Blair stopped and picked at his fingernails.

Jim asked quietly, "What happened to him?"

Blair spoke so softly that Jim had to turn his hearing up. "He died. I still miss him."

Jim patted his lover's shoulder. "Sorry."

Blair looked at him with sorrowful eyes. "Thanks. It's okay. I still see him in my visions." Blair paused until he felt more in control, then he continued. "He died saving my life. We were at the river fishing one afternoon. He had just told me that the village would be getting a Sentinel soon. The village had been without a Sentinel for a long time, and finally the gods had granted a new one for protection."

Jim raised his eyebrows. "Meaning me?"

"Yes, Jim, meaning you."

"So then what happened?" Jim asked softly.

"A rival tribe was moving through the jungle and they caught us lazily fishing. That's why we needed a Sentinel. He would have alerted the village to danger. We were too complacent." Blair sighed, shaking his head. "Anyway, there were six of them against just me and Incacha. He was a great warrior, but I was only his Shaman apprentice. I can wield a weapon but I'm not much with a bow and arrow. I managed to knock one of the enemies over into the river using a large stick. Incacha killed two, but one of the remaining ones hit him in the stomach with a poisoned arrow while the other one hit me on the head and I fell into the water." Blair shook his head dejectedly and his shoulders slumped.

Jim comfortingly rubbed his arm. "You don't have to tell me."

"No, it's an important part of my life, so I want you to know."

"Okay. I'm listening," Jim answered quietly.

"When I woke up a while later, the villagers were hovering around me. They had heard the commotion and scared off the other two warriors. When I could sit up, I looked for Incacha. He was lying a few feet away -- dead. The villagers told me that Incacha managed to pull me from the water and brought me back to life. He didn't take the time to attend to his own wounds, and the efforts he used saving me caused the poison to work rapidly. I was throwing up water when he collapsed and died.

"That night I had the first of many strong visions, stronger than I had ever had before. Incacha appeared to me and told me I was to be the Shaman for his village, and that a Sentinel would be coming to mate with me and protect all of us. I told the Chief of my vision and I've been waiting for you ever since." Blair looked at Jim through dark lashes. "I knew you would come."

Jim took his hand. "I'm at the end of my journey."

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The wolf's wisdom--guidance in dreams and meditations, skill in protection of self and family, social and familial values

The jaguar's wisdom--facilitating soul work, moving in unknown places, empowering oneself.

"Okay, Jim, now close your eyes and tell me what you smell," Blair instructed as they sat on the ground in a small jungle clearing. "And remember to use the dials that we've been practicing with."

Jim complied. He closed his eyes and his nostrils flared. "I smell you. You smell musky and warm."

Blair smacked his arm soundly. "Jim, filter me out. You're going to be in such trouble if you don't behave."

"Promise?" Jim begged.

Blair laughed deeply. "Yes, I promise. Now tell me that the women are cooking for dinner."

Jim stopped and concentrated. "There's the stew from the peccary that Benama killed. It has vegetables in it, and that root that I like. The one that tastes like garlic." Jim paused again. "One of the women is making bread from the corn flour that they ground last month. I'm getting hungry." Jim started chuckling.

"What?" Blair asked, seeing the amusement on Jim's face.

"You know those two kids that asked for the Chief's permission to marry last week? They're in the jungle having a grand old time. I think there'll be a little warrior soon."

Blair laughed merrily as he noticed the front of Jim's pants seemed tight. "Jim! That's eavesdropping."

Jim grinned and shrugged. "You told me to listen to the village. Just doing my job."

Blair laughed again as his hand slid across Jim's erection. Even through the fabric, he could feel the heat rising from the firm flesh. Jim pulled Blair close and their lips touched in a long passionate kiss. Blair's hands roamed down Jim's chest to the waistband of his pants and he popped the button open quickly. His slid his hand inside to fondle the hardness. Jim kissed him harder as Blair's hand massaged the warming skin and his fingers traveled down to the heavy balls and lightly tweaked them, causing Jim to moan with desire.

Blair pulled back from the embrace and looked into Jim's eyes. "I want you now." Jim nodded slightly and rose to his knees, pushing his trousers down, freeing his aching shaft. Blair licked his lips greedily as he scooted close to his lover. "Lay down, Jim."

Jim did as he was bid. Blair tugged Jim's pants from his body and he caressed the naked skin with his eyes. Jim watched him intently from half-closed lids as Blair remained on his knees beside him. He ran his hands across Jim's chest, fingers rubbing the nipples to hardness and pinching gently until Jim was moaning and his dick was bouncing gently as his hips rocked. Blair quickly unbuttoned his own jeans and pushed them down, sitting back to quickly pull them off. He threw a leg and an arm over Jim, straddling him, positioning himself within easy reach of Jim's mouth and hands while he made sure he had full access to Jim's cock.

The precum from Blair's erection dripped into Jim's open his mouth. He moaned softly and licked the rosy head. Blair wrapped a hand around the base of Jim's dick and licked his trophy slowly and deliciously from bottom to top and back again and again, flicking the head and the tender slit at the end. Jim groaned as he cupped a hand on Blair's ass and sucked Blair's dick fully into his mouth. The men both trembled and stopped for a second to catch their breaths as the wonderful feelings coursed through their bodies. Then a mutual rhythm was started, each pleasuring the other fully.

Jim sucked and licked as Blair shivered with delight. Jim released the throbbing shaft occasionally to suck Blair's velvety balls into his mouth. His fingers tickled up and down the cleft of Blair's ass, touching the opening gently. He felt Blair tense slightly and pull away just a fraction when Jim touched his asshole, so Jim backed off immediately. He transferred his attentions back to Blair's shaft, determined to bring his lover to orgasm before he came himself.

Blair chuckled even as his mouth was wrapped around Jim's dick and the sensations caused Jim to arch his back, pushing himself deeper into Blair's throat. He would have Jim coming first, he decided. Blair moaned deeply as he took in everything that Jim had to offer. Blair felt his orgasm building; soon he would be over the edge. He worked his tongue and lips on his lover and soon had him thrashing and moaning.

Jim wrapped an arm around Blair's bucking hips while managing to keep hold of Blair's dick. Blair felt his balls tighten. He froze and slid a finger into Jim's asshole, hitting his prostate. Jim's body arched and he came deep in Blair's mouth. Blair came right after his lover. Jim sucked greedily, rolling Blair's balls in the palm of his hand.

Blair collapsed on top of his Sentinel, breathing heavily. Jim panted and shuddered under Blair. After a short recovery, Blair slid from atop Jim and lay still for several more minutes. He finally pulled himself to a sitting position, eying Jim intently. Jim lay sprawled, happy and sated. Blair laughed in pure happiness at Jim's look of contentment. He loved seeing Jim sweaty and flushed after lovemaking. To Blair, he looked so marvelous.

Hearing his lover's deep laughter, Jim opened one eye and grinned. "Wow!" he said with a silly grin plastered on his face.

"Yeah!" Blair agreed, grinning back.

Jim sat up and slid a hand behind Blair's neck, kissing him gently, pressing his tongue against those tantalizing lips, asking for an invitation. Blair opened his mouth, inviting Jim inside. He moaned as the overwhelming flavors of Blair's mouth and his own semen danced on his tongue. Jim's penis still had enough strength left to twitch at the flavorful sensations that tantalized his taste buds. His tongue explored the nooks and crannies of Blair's hot mouth. He kissed Blair harder and harder, until the sensations on his lips and tongue overwhelmed him. He felt himself slipping away but was powerless to stop it.

Blair reacted quickly to Jim's zone. It was the first time that this had happened, and at first, Blair thought he had fainted. Then Blair remembered Incacha's warnings about the Sentinel's overuse of one sense to the exclusion of the others. Blair caught Jim when he slumped over, and gently he lay Jim on the ground. Quickly he examined his lover. Jim's eyes were opened and unfocused; his breathing rapid and shallow. Blair ran his hands down the side of Jim's face and neck, talking to him, calling him back. "Jim, listen to me. Focus on my voice. You can hear me. Focus and follow my voice."

After many long, anxious minutes, the Sentinel shuddered once and sighed. His eyes refocused and he ran a hand across them.

Blair patted his arm. "Relax, Jim. Take slow, even breaths."

Jim slowly regained his composure. "What was that?" he asked a bit breathlessly.

"Jim, you had a trance-like episode. Incacha warned me about them. Tell me exactly what you were feeling before it happened. Everything, every last detail."

Jim swallowed around his dry throat and struggled to sit up. Blair helped him and rose long enough to grab a small jar of water. He handed it to Jim, who drank deeply before he spoke. "I was tasting you. I could taste everything. I was focusing on your mouth, how it tasted, how I could taste my come in your mouth, then I remember feeling funny, sinking, almost like fainting, but not quite. I couldn't see or hear anything, like I had fainted. Then I heard you talking. Only your voice came through. I -- followed your voice and then I woke up."

Blair sat quietly for many long minutes. "Okay. You were concentrating on just your sense of taste, and you zoned. I hate to ask you to do this, but I want you to focus your eyesight on that parrot in the tree." Blair pointed upward. Jim nodded and Blair continued. "Listen to me. Block out everything else but your eyesight. Okay?" Jim nodded again. "Just focus on the bird, but I want you to also listen to my voice."

"Okay. Blair?"

"Yes?"

"Ah, you'll stay close?" Jim looked away, embarrassed to be a bit afraid.

Blair smiled softly. "Of course, Jim. Don't worry. I'll stay close."

Jim rose and focused on the bird. Blair rose and stood next to Jim, placing one hand on the small of Jim's back and the other on his arm. Jim focused as Blair watched his face intently and as soon as his eyes started to glaze over, Blair quietly spoke. "Jim, focus on the bird. Listen to me. Don't go into that zone again. See the bird, but hear my voice. Feel my hand on your back and arm." Blair waited a few seconds. Jim stood watching, but his eyes remained focused this time. "Okay, Jim, that's good."

Jim shook his head slightly. "Well, that was much better that time. I thought I was going to go under again, but it worked. Your voice..." Jim shrugged.

Blair breathed a sigh of relief. "Good job! Another thing we'll have to work on. Remember not to over-focus if you can. I can anchor you to reality, so to speak. My voice is able to guide you while you're using one sense to the exclusion of the others."

Jim turned to face his mate. "Blair, you always take care of me. You're my shaman and now you're my guiding light." Then he blushed deep red.

Blair placed a hand on the side of Jim's face. "What is it?" he asked gently.

Jim started to pull back, but Blair held his elbow. "I never had…" Jim whispered.

"Never had what, Jim?" Blair asked breathlessly.

"Never had anyone care for me before," he muttered, clearly embarrassed at revealing his feelings.

"Oh, Jim," Blair said with a loving smile. "I care for you, more than you know."

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The wolf's wisdom--instinct linked with intelligence, outwitting enemies, skill in protection of self and family.

The jaguar's wisdom--seeing the roads within chaos, facilitating soul work, gatekeeper to the unknowable.

"Jim, are you sure you want to do this?" Blair asked for what seemed to be the hundredth time.

Jim sighed. "Yes, Blair, I'm sure. And please, don't ask me again."

"Okay, Jim, okay, I won't ask again. Well, we'd better get moving. It's a good three-day hike to the gathering. Two of the other warriors and their women are going. The women have been making pots and weavings for months now to sell or trade, and they'd certainly appreciate the extra help carrying the stuff."

"I'm ready whenever you are, Chief."

"Jim, you know I'm not the chief. Tunel is." Blair gave his mate a teasing smile.

Jim ruffled his mate's hair. "I know, Shaman. It's just a nickname."

Blair laughed. "You may call me anything you like. I like having a nickname." Blair enjoyed bantering with his lover. His heart was light and happy these past months living with his chosen mate. But today he was just a bit anxious. This would be the first time in many years that the Sentinel would be in public. They were traveling through the jungle to the nearest habitation of any size, the village of Peneml. It was a yearly gathering and the time Blair had attended two years ago with Incacha, over a thousand people had gathered. There was bartering, selling and feasting for two days.

Blair was surprised when he had attended before, that even goods from the outside world managed to filter their way in this deep in the jungle. He certainly could use a couple of shirts and a pair or two of jeans or pants. A quick appraisal of Jim's minimal wardrobe signaled his need for some new (or rather second hand) clothing, also.

For the trip, Blair had dug out his only pair of hiking boots, two t-shirts from the States, and the best pair of jeans he had left after three plus years of jungle use. Jim had on his much mended army pants and an old t-shirt of Blair's that was much too small for him, along with his worn-out combat boots. Blair smiled appreciatively as the taut material pulled itself over Jim's muscled chest. But Jim did look a bit silly in a shirt that said Metallica Rules! on the front of it. Blair giggled at the sight.

"Let's get moving," Jim said with a bit of a scowl at Blair's apparent amusement of his attire, but the loving smile Blair cast his way made him shrug and return the smile with one of his own.

The warriors and their women waited as the Shaman and the Sentinel shouldered their share of the burdens, and they set off at a steady pace for their destination.

Time passed quickly as miles were covered. Occasionally words were exchanged, but mostly the travelers were quiet. Jim stayed on Sentinel alert while Blair kept an eye on him to be sure he didn't overdo it. Their eyes met on occasion and smiles were exchanged. The first night was spent in a quiet thicket. After a cold meal, sleep came quickly to the weary band.

The second day passed much like the first and they were fast approaching their destination. One more night and just another half' day's hike would bring them to their goal. The head warrior knew the path well and he traveled with confidence. The women talked quietly between themselves and the time was spent companionably by all involved.

A short break was taken while the travelers attended to nature calls and drank from their water supply. Jim scanned the area. It was the same endless jungle that they had trudged through for many miles, but something made the small hairs on the back of Jim's neck stand up. They had been resting for just a few minutes when Jim rose quickly and walked to the side of the path. Blair saw his sudden movement and his cocked head. He knew Jim was listening for something. Blair rose and started in Jim's direction. He turned to face Blair, sniffing, and started to speak.

A large black jaguar launched itself out of the bush and landed on the Sentinel's back, knocking him to the ground. Jim landed hard, flat on his stomach. The Shaman moved quickly toward the fallen Sentinel. Jim froze as the cat stood with its paws on his shoulders and growled menacingly at Blair as he approached. The warriors had drawn their weapons and advanced on the cat. The large animal looked directly into Blair's eyes and he stopped abruptly.

"Stop!" Blair hissed at the two warriors approaching from the rear.

The cat screamed fiercely. Jim held his breath as the animal shifted its weight from one paw to the other. He could feel the roughness of the cat's pads through the thin t-shirt and he could tell that for now, the claws were sheathed. The jaguar shifted its weight again and bent its head to snuffle the back of Jim's head. Jim's face was pressed against the ground and he never moved a muscle.

Blair and the warriors stood rock still, barely breathing. The jaguar raised one paw and unsheathed its claws. Before anyone had a chance to react, it raked the razor-sharp talons down the Sentinel's back in one swipe, laying a trail of bloody marks from Jim's shoulder blade to the middle of his back. Blair screamed and raced towards Jim. The cat growled again, then it quickly licked the wound it had just created and fled into the jungle, disappearing in an instant.

Blair slid to his knees beside Jim, his hand hovering over the bleeding marks on Jim's back. When he groaned and tried to rise, but Blair's hands held him down.

"Don't move," Blair ordered. He looked over his shoulder at one of the women. "Bring my pouch," he yelled. "Hurry!" The women blinked, still dazed, but one finally reacted, grabbing the brown pouch and running to the Shaman's side.

Blair quickly turned the pouch upside-down and dumped the entire contents in a pile next to him.

He grabbed his clean shirt and pressed it against the claw marks that bled freely. Blair touched a hand to the side of the trembling man's face. "Dial it down, Jim. Picture your pain dial and turn it off."

Blair watched Jim closely until he heeded the instructions and his body relaxed slightly.

"Good, Jim. Now just take it easy. Try to relax. Take steady even breaths. I'm going to clean this and apply something to keep away infection. Then I'll bandage it up for you. Okay, Jim? You still with me?"

"Yes," Jim answered in a stronger voice than Blair thought possible.

Blair set to work quickly. The warriors and the women gathered their belongings and made a hasty camp, starting a fire. Fresh water was brought to the Shaman. Blair sat cross-legged as he prepared his medicines and herbs. He spoke to Jim occasionally with reassuring words, but mostly he prayed and invoked the gods in his melodic way. After the water was hot, he prepared and administered a sleeping potion. Jim acquiesced to Blair's ministrations and shortly after swallowing the tea, he drifted into a deep sleep.

Blair tended the wound carefully. A disinfectant cleaning, followed by various herbs and roots to prevent infection and promote quick healing and finally, a clean dressing. Blair then motioned the warriors to help move Jim onto a blanket. After he was settled to Blair's satisfaction, one of the women offered Blair a bowl of food that he gratefully accepted. He ate quickly, finally sinking onto the blanket next to his mate, laying a hand on Jim's arm. He lay awake for a while watching Jim breathe, but finally his exhaustion took over and he fell asleep.

At sunrise, Blair opened his eyes to look into the blue eyes of his lover. "Morning, Jim, how do you feel?"

Jim didn't move, but managed a small smile. "Kind of funny."

Blair smiled. "It's the drug I gave you. It will wear off. How does your back feel?"

Jim closed his eyes for a few seconds. "Sore. Tender. Not too bad." He lay quietly as Blair moved to examine the wound.

"It looks pretty good, considering. Luckily it isn't very deep. I think it will heal very well." Blair's skillful fingers touched various places. While the skin was raw and sore, it did not feel hot nor did it look like infection was setting in. Blair bandaged the wound. He smiled as he touched a finger to the side of Jim's face. Jim grabbed the finger and kissed it. Blair's smile widened as he berated his lover. "You scared the crap out of me."

Jim returned his smile. "How do you think I felt? I was so scared I'm surprised I didn't pee my pants."

Blair laughed. "Let's see how you are sitting up, Jim." Blair helped him to a sitting position and watched his face carefully. "How do you feel now?"

Jim nodded. "Okay. I'm thirsty. Hungry, too."

One of the women brought food to both men. They thanked her and ate. Blair prepared another painkiller for Jim to drink, this time one without a sleeping potion in it.

"This will help with the pain," Blair informed Jim as he drank down the concoction. He made a sour face as he handed the cup back to Blair.

"Yuck."

"Thanks a lot." Blair smiled at his lover.

Jim looked thoughtful before he said, "Say, Blair, I want to ask you something."

"Sure, Jim."

"That cat could have killed me easily, but it didn't. It marked me. It was like it knew that the jaguar was my animal spirit."

Blair looked just as thoughtful. "You might be right. It could have disemboweled you with one swipe, but it didn't. It had a purpose in marking you."

Jim reached out and grabbed his lover's hand. "Shaman, you must put the mark of the cat on my body," Jim said seriously.

Blair sat back on his heels. "Jim, are you sure?"

Jim nodded. "You have the mark of the wolf on you." Jim touched the marks on Blair's lower arm. "Do it now."

Blair cocked his head, thinking. He finally nodded and fished in his pack for a small packet that he unfolded carefully. The black, finely ground powder made a small mountain in the center of the fold. Jim turned his back to Blair and crossed his legs. Blair gently removed the bandage. With a light touch, he dipped his fingertips into the black powder and touched the claw marks on Jim's back, very gently kneading the color into the wound. Blair's lips moved in prayer as he worked in the powder until he was satisfied it was done well.

Blair covered the wound again and laid a hand on the back of Jim's head, still praying under his breath. He then moved to the fire and retrieved a hot cup of water to which he added several herbs from his supply. He swished the herbs and waited a minute before coming back to kneel in front of the Sentinel. He reverently held out the cup with both hands. Jim took the drink just as solemnly and drank. When he was finished, he returned the cup to Blair, who nodded and smiled.

Satisfied that the ritual was complete, Blair stood. "You ready to go, Sentinel?"

Jim rose gingerly as Blair put a steadying hand under his elbow. "Yes, Shaman. Thank you once again for saving my life." Jim moved close to Blair, leaning down and putting his lips against his lover's ear. "I… I love you," he whispered tentatively. When he raised his head to meet Blair's eyes, his breath caught in his throat. Jim looked into the most wonderful smile he had ever seen in his entire life.

Blair's eyes reflected what his heart sang. "Me, too. I love you, Jim."

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The wolf's wisdom--taking advantage of change, social and familial values.

"How are your senses, Jim?" Blair inquired solicitously.

Jim shrugged. "They're tired."

Blair laughed, making Jim smiled. "You're doing an excellent job. For two days, you've managed to not zone. You've been steady and your senses have been under control. Your back looks good. It's nicely scabbed over, and you're going to have a hell of a tattoo to show your family back home.”

Jim grimaced. "Yeah, right. For one, I don't have a family 'back home'. And for two, I'm not going back home. I am home. Here with you."

Blair's heart raced with joy. "Me, too, Jim. I'm home here with you." He walked a few steps before he stopped. "But some day, we'll want to go back." He shrugged. "But not today," he added with a merry laugh.

They wandered around for several hours, eating a few small meals here and there, buying some new "used" clothing that they both needed. They even managed to dig up a couple of pairs of used boots that fit. At sunset, Blair tugged Jim's hand. "Come on, I have a surprise for you."

Jim eyed his lover cautiously. "Now why doesn't that make me happy."

"Jim, this will make you happy, believe me," Blair answered confidently.

Jim allowed himself to be led along towards the outskirts of the small jungle town, down a path, and into a well-made hut.

Jim stopped at the entrance as Blair walked backwards into the room. He waved his arms expansively, "This is our place for tonight."

Jim cocked his head. "Really? It's nice." He entered and wandered around. There was a pallet of clean blankets in the middle of the room. A small basket held several interesting bottles of oil and soaps. Another held a variety of foods and tidbits. There were several jars of water and some clean toweling. Jim's nose twitched in appreciation at the luxurious surroundings. For the jungle, this was a five star resort. Other parts of Jim's body also twitched twitched in anticipation at something else, and he grinned at his mate. "Blair, I would think that this is a honeymoon place if I didn't know you better."

With his hands clasped behind his back, Blair bounced on the balls of his feet. "Well…" He grinned wickedly and moved closer, resting his hands on Jim's chest. He gazed deeply into his lover's eyes. "You remember when you said 'I love you' to me two days ago?"

Jim licked his lips and nodded. "Yes, I remember," he answered quietly. "You told me that you loved me, too."

Blair smiled as he ran his hands gently over Jim's firm chest. "It's time."

"Blair, really? It's time?" Jim's breathing rose a fraction, yet he hesitated. He wanted -- needed to hear Blair say the words.

"Yes, Jim, it's time. Take me now, Sentinel." Blair stopped and swallowed quickly. "I'm sorry. You never asked for it. But until you told me you loved me, I couldn't give it to you. You know that, don't you?" Blair's eyes pleaded for understanding. "I'm sorry."

Jim's voice was husky when he spoke. "Don't be sorry. I was willing to accept what you were willing to give. I couldn't ask. But I also couldn't say those words to you. I tried, but they always stuck in my throat until that day."

"And now?" Blair asked, Sentinel soft.

"I love you, Blair." Jim kissed him gently but with a hint of passion to come.

Blair trembled at the intensity with which Jim said those words. "Jim, I love you," he echoed.

Jim's hand crept behind Blair's head and he pressed their lips together slowly, passionately, longingly. His tongue traced a path across Blair's lips and down his chin. Blair gave himself over to Jim fully, moaning as his lover's tongue invaded the tantalizing recesses of his mouth. Jim sucked Blair's tongue and massaged his nipples until he was rubbing his aching erection against Jim's leg,

Jim guided Blair to the pallet and removed his clothes slowly. He pressed Blair to the bed and then just as slowly removed his own clothes while Blair watched his every move, his breathing escalating rapidly. Just watching Jim's deliberate slow disrobing was enough to bring him off. Jim climbed on the bed and straddled Blair's body, leaning down for another long, slow kiss. While Blair's hands roamed Jim's skin, Jim's mouth continued to drive Blair's crazy. Jim's mouth teased and licked and sucked every inch of Blair's face and neck, making Blair tremble and arch into Jim's body, seeking his release.

Blair suddenly froze. "Stop. Please, Jim," he gasped loudly.

Jim pulled back. "What?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you. If you should tear open that shoulder now, it could be dangerous. Infection could set in and there's not a hospital or doctor for a hundred miles. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have started this, it's just that I've been waiting for so long-"

Jim's lips crushed against Blair's while his hands captured Blair's wrists and pinned them above his head. When he once again had his mate whimpering and thrashing under him, he finally stopped his conquering of his lover's body and gazed lovingly into his passion-filled eyes. In a voice husky with desire, he said firmly, "Listen. I'm fine. You've taken care of me many times. It's time now that I take care of you. I have my pain dial turned up just right and I'll pay attention to my shoulder." With a wicked grin, he added, "Besides, I'm on top tonight for a change, so there's no chance I'll rub it the wrong way." He tried to be patient while Blair considered, but his body ached and he needed his mate desperately. "Please, Blair, I need this." Jim pressed his lips to Blair's ear and whispered, "This is your first time. I love you."

Jim's eyes blazed with love and lust. Blair trembled at the force of Jim's desire for him. All he could do was nod. Jim smiled. "Good. Oh, God, I love you, Blair." Now that he had said it, he couldn't stop. "Love you, love you, love you, " he chanted over and over as he planted soft, warm kisses over Blair's eyelids and nose.

Blair laughed lightly at Jim's loving assault. "Love you, you idiot."

Jim quickly kissed him into silence and then kissed him into nirvana. He skirted the edge of being overwhelmed while Jim's hands roamed and teased and tickled. He let out a deep moan when Jim pulled him back against his chest and threw a leg over his hip. With well-oiled fingers, he slid them slowly into the trembling ass. Blair cried out loud when Jim's fingers brushed his special spot. His hands clenched the blankets and he came long and hard, screaming his lover's name as fiery pulses of semen squirted everywhere.

Jim held his lover tenderly through his orgasm while Blair shuddered and panted frantically; the only word he could speak was Jim's name over and over. Sensing that it was now time, Jim slathered more oil on his erection and pressed gently against the opening to Blair's trembling body, pushing slowly, murmuring words of love and encouragement. He worked his way into new territory gently and Blair gasped at the overwhelming feeling of fullness for the first time. Jim held onto Blair's thigh and pushed his pelvis into Blair's backside until he was buried up to his balls. Blair's muscles squeezed and Jim shuddered at the sensations. He froze in place.

Blair's frantic voice whispered, "Dial down and move!"

Jim grinned and moved. Blair moaned and grunted at each thrust of Jim's dick. Jim wrapped an arm around Blair's waist and held on as he drove his shaft in and out fully over and over until Jim was yelling Blair's name as he tumbled over the edge. Blair's muscles squeezed Jim's dick as pulse after pulse was pulled from Jim's body. His teeth sank into Blair's shoulder, leaving small red marks. Only the softness of Jim's dick stopped his plundering of Blair's sweet ass. The soft shaft slipped out and Blair moaned deeply and shook.

Jim grabbed Blair's shoulder and gently rolled him over to look into his hot, flushed face; his lips were red from where he had bitten them himself during his orgasm. His breathing was fast and his heart was racing. Jim saw that Blair had become hard again, and the full dick bobbed up and down in time to Blair's panting.

Jim used a foot to push Blair's legs apart and he rubbed his palm on Blair's asshole, wetting it with his own come. He then stroked Blair firmly. Blair trembled fiercely and dug his fingers into Jim's arm, crying out through clenched teeth as Jim's hand sent him crashing over the edge once again. Jim grinned, his eyes drilled on Blair's face as he came. Blair still had enough semen to spurt several times before his erection faded just as the rest of his body collapsed. Totally and finally.

Blair was a pile of liquid flesh when Jim pulled him close and molded their bodies together. It was hot; they smelled and were sticky just about everywhere; the bed was a mess. Jim had never been so happy. They both fell into a deep sleep.

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The wolf's wisdom--spirit teaching, guidance in dreams and meditations, instinct linked with intelligence, social and familial values.

"I have a question for you, Chief?" Jim gazed seriously at his lover.

"Sure, Jim, you may ask me anything you like," Blair offered sincerely.

"When you're doing your Shaman thing, like when you were preparing the herbs for my back, or when you helped deliver that baby when the midwife needed help, you were -- praying."

"Well, yes, I always pray to the gods for guidance." Blair continued his work while they talked, mixing herbs and chopping roots together in various amounts for a variety of uses. He had spread the fruits of his labor all across a wide cleaned board that he himself had cut for his own use.

"But, Blair, I heard you invoke Jehovah and Buddha. I heard you say something about Zeus and Odin. You even said Jesus and Chak. What kind of praying do you do, anyway?"

Blair laughed merrily as he continued his work. Jim's hands were busy as well, making arrows for him and the village hunters. "I figure you shouldn't irritate any of the gods, so I try to remember them all when I'm asking for assistance. Just in case one is busy elsewhere, maybe another will hear my prayer and grant my request."

Jim chuckled. "You always like all the bases covered, huh, Shaman?"

"What can it hurt?" Blair asked. "I never refuse any kind of spiritual help."

"Makes sense." Jim smiled. He loved watching Blair work. Blair was quick and efficient, competent and thorough. In everything. When Jim chuckled, Blair just grinned at him, looking for all the world like he knew exactly what Jim had been thinking.

Blair smiled. "I work only with their help, Jim. None of this power is mine. I'm only using it until the next shaman comes along. I think that boy of Tunel's is going to be the village shaman. He's eighteen now and he is fine warrior. I'm already seeing signs of interest in him."

Jim nodded. "Like the fact that he's sitting around the corner of that hut over there watching us?" Jim cocked a head, making Blair looked up, smiling.

"Yes, that's him. Watching and waiting." Blair kept his eyes trained on the slim figure of Benama, the Chief's son, crouched around the corner where Jim had seen him. Blair raised his hand, beckoning him over. "Might as well start now. The visions say it is time."

The young man came and sat respectfully several feet away from the Shaman. Blair nodded and asked him to move closer. Blair continued his work, the only difference being that now he described his actions aloud. Benama never moved a muscle and listened intently. Jim had to look at the boy several times just to be sure he was breathing.

After a long while, when Blair had finished, he looked at the young man. "Come back tomorrow." The new student nodded and left. The training had begun.

Blair cast a sidelong glance at Jim. "You should say something to him. He still feels guilty about trying to kill the jaguar. I think he's a bit scared of you."

"He should be," Jim groused.

"Jim!" Blair admonished, "That's not right. He's a warrior, after all. And he's young. He learned his lesson."

Jim smiled, ruffling Blair's hair. "Just kidding. All right, I'll speak to him next time I see him."

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The wolf's wisdom--ability to pass unseen

The jaguar's wisdom--shape shifter

The jaguar emerged from the thick jungle and jogged across the wide expanse of tall grass. He moved gracefully, his body firm and sleek, and the muscles rippled with health and vitality. The wolf raced behind him. He was likewise a strong and healthy animal, his fur of black streaked with gray and white was thick and lustrous, and his body firm and vigorous. The jaguar hunted with determination while the wolf ran to and fro, stopping to sniff various items along the trail that intrigued him. At times he ran in front of the big cat, testing the wind and racing back to relay his findings. Other times he trailed along behind, trotting from place to place, observing everything.

The jaguar suddenly crouched low and waited, tail twitching in anticipation. The wolf had stopped to inspect an old gopher mound and saw the cat's sudden change in movements. He silently slunk to the cat's side and crouched next to his mate. A couple of knowing looks and the wolf rose, hunching low, and began running a wide circle to the left around the unsuspecting prey that rooted in the brush ahead. The wolf made his way in front of the wild peccary and started toward the animal, making his presence known at the right moment and sending the squealing creature directly into the waiting jaws of the jaguar.

The jaguar pounced and quickly latched onto the peccary's throat. The momentum of the peccary's retreat and the sudden attack sent it rolling to its back. The cat made quick work of it, crushing its larynx between strong jaws. He snarled triumphantly over his prey's dead body. The wolf ran up to his mate and skid to a halt, sitting on his haunches, tongue lolling from the corner of his mouth, smiling his wolf's grin. The big cat circled his catch twice and crouched on its paws, tearing into the soft underbelly of the slain animal. The wolf licked his chops and joined his companion in the feasting.

After their satisfying meal, the pair trotted back into the thick jungle. The wolf stopped at a quiet glade shaded from the sun and inspected the ground, snuffling various places until he was satisfied. He scratched his paw at a particularly inviting spot and lay down, curled in a ball. He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep. The jaguar padded silently around the clearing for several minutes, testing the air with flaring nostrils. He walked to the tree that the wolf lay under and leapt into the bottom-most branch. He worked his way up the tree until he was at a place where he could walk out over the glade and peer down directly onto the snoozing wolf. Satisfied, he stretched out on the thick branch and slept.

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The Sentinel and the Shaman entered the village in the late afternoon, bringing fresh meat for the tribe. The women smiled and thanked the hunters before setting off to prepare a meal for hungry villagers.

Jim dropped his bow and arrows in the corner of their hut as Blair dug out clean jeans and the small jar of the substance that served many purposes. Jim grinned at his mate and pulled clean pants from a basket. They walked companionably down to the river and stripped. Blair waded in first, dunking his head. He stood, squeezing the water from the long strands.

"Hey, Jim, I forgot to bring the soap. Would you bring me some?"

Jim looked up from his place at the river's edge where he had been washing his and Blair's pants. "Chief, you could have washed your clothes first, then you would have remembered to get soap for your hair," he scolded affectionately.

Blair grinned at his mate as he made his way over to Jim's side. Jim looked at Blair sideways while he pounded the pants into submission. Blair laughed. "Jim, you're supposed to wash the pants, not kill them."

"Shaman, I want them Ellison clean, not Sandburg clean," Jim groused.

Blair let out a merry laugh. "Give me that stuff. I want to wash my hair." He reached out his hand.

Jim rose and threw both pairs of pants over a large rock to dry. He looked intently at Blair and licked his lips. "Let me," he said seductively.

Blair's eyes dilated quickly and he nodded solemnly. Jim watched in anticipation while Blair's body started to respond immediately. Just the suggestion of Jim's intent made his penis semi-hard in moments. Watching Blair's reactions caused Jim to close his eyes and try to remember to breathe. He dipped one hand into the small pot and tugged on Blair's hand with the other until they were in water just above their knees. Jim sat down and directed Blair to sit between his legs. He rubbed the handful of soap into Blair's hair and rubbed his scalp with firm fingers. Blair threw back his head and practically purred as Jim's hands massaged his head thoroughly and rubbed the long locks between his hands. While Jim's fingers worked their magic, Blair made little "mmmm" sounds. Using large handfuls of water to rinse the soap from Blair's hair, he then he raked gentle fingers through the strands, untangling the curly mess. When Jim was finished, he pulled Blair back to lean against him.

Blair put his head on Jim's shoulder and glanced up at his lover through passionate eyes. "Wow, Jim, that was great. Thank you. My turn."

Blair scooted around and rose to stand in front of his lover; his dick tantalizingly aimed at Jim's face. Jim looked up at Blair, licking his lips in anticipation. "You don't have any soap."

"I'll improvise," Blair said huskily.

It was several hours before the Sentinel and the Shaman returned to the village, clean and happy and content.

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The wolf's wisdom--social and familial values, steadfastness, skill in protection of self and family.

The jaguar's wisdom--seeing the roads within chaos, understanding the patterns of chaos, empowering oneself, moving without fear in the darkness, psychic sight, shape shifter. .

They had just sat down for an early morning meal when Jim stood suddenly and tilted his head. Blair was immediately at his side, placing a hand on his arm. "What is it?"

Jim listened. "Men coming. Five or six. I can smell gun oil." Jim stopped and listened momentarily again before he grabbed Blair's upper arms. "Blair, something is wrong. Get the villagers out of here. Now."

Blair nodded and they quickly set out to alert the tribe. Most of the hunters had already left earlier and some of the women were in the fields outside the village tilling the crops. Jim went to alert the women, while Blair gathered up the remaining women, men and children. They all met in the center near the main fire pit.

Blair addressed the people. "The Sentinel says there is danger. The hunters need to be warned. Benama, you find them and tell them that strangers are approaching the village." Benama nodded and set off at a run, disappearing quickly into the jungle. "The rest of you go to the old temple site, down by the water falls. There are plenty of hiding places."

Several of the older men protested abandoning the village, but Jim remained steadfast. Blair explained, "The Sentinel senses danger to the tribe. The village can be rebuilt. It is important that no one is injured or killed. He wants you all to leave. Please do it now."

Murmurs and nods rippled through the remaining villagers as they quickly gathered some last minute supplies and slipped quietly into the jungle.

"How long, Jim?"

Jim considered. "Maybe thirty minutes."

"What should we do?"

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