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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Slavery, Prostitution, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics,
      Dubious_Consent, Knotting, Self-Lubrication, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat,
      Collars, Age_Difference, (Jensen_is_31_and_Jared_is_17), Vocal
      Complusion, Consensual_Name-Calling
  Series:
      Part 1 of Chasing_an_Illusion
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-06 Words: 2887
****** Ain't No Collar Can Hold My Body Down ******
by keep_waking_up
Summary
     Jensen is Jared’s favorite Alpha from the slave kennels. Unlike most
     omegas, Jared looks forward to his heat because A) his daddy is rich
     enough to hire an Alpha from the kennels to fuck him, and B) it’s the
     only time he gets to see Jensen.
Notes
     Beta'd by deceptivemirror
     Title is a reference to a Johnny Cash song.
Jensen is Jared’s favorite Alpha from the slave kennels.  Unlike most omegas,
Jared looks forward to his heat because A) his daddy is rich enough to hire an
Alpha from the kennels to fuck him, and B) it’s the only time he gets to see
Jensen.
Jared’s heats had started when he was fourteen, and he’d gone through a dozen
or so Alphas, unsatisfied, until the kennels had finally sent him Jensen. 
They’d been reluctant to do so at first—Jensen was wild-caught and mixing that
sort of danger with a billionaire’s only son hadn’t seemed wise, apparently—but
eventually they’d given in.  Now, Jensen is all Jared’s three days a month.
At seventeen, Jared is old enough to go on suppressants and withstand his heats
without an Alpha, but when his dad brings up the idea, Jared dismisses it.  He
likesgetting fucked.  He knows that’s not politically correct—omegas are
supposed to be strong and self-confident now—but it’s true.  If Jared had his
way, Jensen would be permanently installed in the chambers next to his, ready
to fuck him at any time.
Politically incorrect or not, Jared is still thinking of asking for that for
his eighteenth birthday.
Rolling over on his bed, Jared hides his face in his pillows.  It’s more than
just the sex, even though he’ll only admit that to himself in the privacy of
his own head.  Jensen had been caught in a Texas suburb when he was twenty-two,
disguised as a Beta.  He might have lived his whole life free if he hadn’t
revealed himself to his fiancée, who had promptly turned him in.  Jared scowls
at the thought.  If hehad been Jensen’s fiancé, he wouldn’t have betrayed him
that way.  Hewould have been delighted.
Because he iswild-caught, Jensen isn’t like the other Alphas.  He’s been in the
kennels nine years, but he’s still more Alphathan all the rest of them
combined.  All the others think an omega has to be treated like a delicate
flower or a child, but Jensen knows how to handle him.  He knows Jared likes it
best when he fucks him hard and rough.  He knows everything about Jared, it
sometimes feels like, even things Jared doesn’t know about himself.
It’s not just sex.  Jared’s known that since he was sixteen.  He lovesJensen. 
He loves him the way his Beta parents love each other.  No!  He loves him the
way an omega loves his mate.
Jared shudders with delight at the forbidden word, and slick dampens the seat
of his pants.  Huffing, he kicks them off and onto the floor.  He thinks that
if they’d met in the old days, before Alphas were condemned to slavery, Jensen
would have seen and claimed him within moments.  The idea of it makes his heat
burn even stronger—Jensen biting him and biting him, regardless of where they
are or who is around them.  Jensen, with his Alpha instincts no longer
dampened, mating Jared in his full glory.
Just when Jared is about to start rutting against his mattress from the ideaof
it, two raps come from the door.  His whole body responds with a shudder of
intense appreciation when the door is pushed open and diluted Alpha scent
floods the room.
“What took you so long?” Jared gripes to hide his feelings for Jensen, refusing
to look at the man padding into his room behind him.  “I’ve been in heat for a
whole hournow.”
“How difficult for you,” Jensen murmurs, voice gravelly and filled with
restrained power.  Jared knows without looking at him that the full power of
his voice is kept from him by a tight silver collar around his neck.  The
collar, locked into Jensen’s nervous system, sent electrical impulses that kept
him from accessing his true nature.  Such collars were the standard design for
Alphas nowadays, and were the reason why Jared could afford Jensen in the first
place.  His father, after all, had invented the things.
“It was.”  Jared pouts, finally turning around to look at his (his!) Alpha. 
Jensen is dressed, as always, in standard kennel blacks accented with golden
lining.  The uniform hugs his broad shoulders and clings to his bowed legs. 
The sight takes Jared’s breath away, just like every other time.  He’s glad
he’s already relaxed against the pillows so he can’t actually swoon.
“What are you doing over there?” Jared whines, even though he knows Jensen
taking off his socks and shoes.  If Jensen was still wild, Jared thinks, the
smell of Jared’s heat would drive him crazy and there would be no waiting or
preparing.  Just hard, rough fucking.
Jensen shrugs his jacket off and Jared’s mouth waters.  “Calm down, Jared,”
Jensen tells him mildly.  “I’ll get around to fucking you soon enough. 
However, I can’t do that with my clothes on.”
“Yes, you can,” Jared insists stubbornly.  “Just undo your pants, pull your
dick out, and put it in me.”
“How eloquent,” Jensen drawls, but he stops undressing and eyes Jared’s—very
naked—body.  “You want me to be fully dressed while I fuck you?”
“Y-yes,” Jared says, trying to sound confident.  “It’ll be hot.”  He licks his
lips.  It will be.  It will be like his fantasies—Jensen too hung up on fucking
him to think of anything else.  He squirms on the bed, getting wetter at the
thought.  “C’mon, Jensen.  Do it.”
Sighing, Jensen walks slowly over to the bed.  “Fine, brat,” he says, and when
Jared opens his mouth to object to the slur, Jensen raises one eyebrow.  “What,
you like to be called ‘slut,’ but ‘brat’ is too much for you?”
Jared flushes and snaps his mouth closed.  He does like when Jensen calls him a
slut, but only because of the wayJensen says it—like it’s a good thing, a
hotthing.  Jared likes being a slut for Jensen because Jensenlikes it.
When Jared doesn’t respond, Jensen shakes his head.  “On your hands and knees
now,” Jensen orders.  “I can’t mount you like this.”
Jared shivers at the idea of being mounted and quickly complies.  He arches his
back so that his ass is on full display, along with his hole.  “Jensen,” he
moans, already so wet and wanting from just talking.  “Mount me now.”
“If you insist,” Jensen answers dryly and the mattress dips as he climbs onto
the bed behind Jared.  His hands go to Jared’s hips and hold him steady as the
head of his cock bumps up against Jared’s hole.  Jared’s wet enough that all it
would take was one little thrust…
Jared bucks back at the thought, trying to get Jensen’s dick inside of him, but
Jensen pulls away, teasing him.  Jared growls, although with his omega vocal
chords, there isn’t much effect.  “Don’t make me beg this time,” he demands,
ignoring the fact that saying that isa kind of begging.  “I had to wait a whole
hour—”
“Oh, boo-hoo.”  Jensen slaps his ass and Jared jolts forward at the sudden
pain.  “Some omegas go their whole heat without an Alpha.  I think you can wait
a couple of minutes to get dicked.”  Even when scolding him, Jared likes to
think Jensen sounds fond.
Jared flushes, but scowls back over his shoulder regardless.  “But I havean
Alpha.  So I shouldn’t haveto wait.”
Jensen’s lips brush against his ear as he leans over Jared and murmurs,
“patience is a virtue, kid.  Learn it.”  He pauses and Jared can feelhim
smile.  “And beg.”
Jared’s pretty sure his whole body has turned red with shame and arousal.  He
manages to keep quiet until Jensen’s cock nudges against his hole again, and
then he’s gasping out, “please.  God, please!”
There’s a moment and then Jensen sighs again.  “Good enough,” he says, and
slams into Jared with one thrust.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh!” Jared chants frantically.  Jensen isn’t even
moving, just keeping his cock all the way in Jared, and Jared can’t stop his
body from pushing back and clenching around the length inside of him.  He wants
it bad.  “Come on!” He hisses.  “Fuck me, fuck me, fuckme!”
“I like it better when you ask nicely,” Jensen tells him, and grabs a handful
of his hair before grinding savagely up against his prostate.  Jared yelps and
tries to twist away, but Jensen is holding him too tight.  “Just take it,”
Jensen says, and he sounds like he’s reading the fucking dictionary from how
nonchalant he is.  “Take what I give you.”  There’s a pause and then he
adds—and Jared can tellhe is smirking—“Slut.”
With the word, Jared’s ass clamps down around Jensen’s cock once more and he
falls face-first into the pillows.  His cheeks burn as Jensen chuckles and
begins a slow, torturous rhythm in and out of Jared.  “There we go,” he
praises.  “Now…”
With that, Jensen slams back into him, startling a scream out of Jared.  His
withdrawal is quick, and he thrusts back inside within seconds, nailing Jared’s
prostate again.  Jared claws at the pillows as Jensen pounds into him
mercilessly.  It’s too much too fast, but Jared doesn’t ask Jensen to stop or
slow down.  This is why he loves Jensen, after all.  Jensen makes him melt. 
Jensen makes him lose his mind.
“Jensen,” he calls out, because he’s getting close and he hasto.  He wants to
hold onto his Alpha and be able to feel more than his dick once they’re tied as
much as they can be.  He thinks if the collar allowed Jensen’s knot to expand
all the way, it would be enough for him.  As it is, he always just wants more,
more, more.
He must be whimpering about it because Jensen says, “I know, I know” like he’s
trying to be comforting, but really can’t.  As if to make up for it, his knot
begins to expand inside Jared.  Jensen doesn’t bother letting Jared adjust,
just grinds ruthlessly against his prostate and presses two fingers against his
perineum at the same time.  Jared’s orgasm feels like it shatters him; his
whole body shakes as he comes with a wail.
“Good boy,” Jensen hisses and then coughs.  His half-knotted cock jerks inside
Jared as he does so.  “Fuck,” he snarls and hands lift away from Jared’s hips. 
“Fuck.  My collar got tightened.”
Shaking out of his post-orgasm stupor, Jared cranes around to look at Jensen
behind him.  Sure enough, the collar is biting into his skin and obviously
cutting off some airflow.  “It must have gotten caught on something,” Jared
says, eyeing it.  “Can you loosen it?”
Jensen looks at him flatly and Jared flushes.  “Of course you can’t.  The
pheromone detector.  Right.”  The collars were designed to electrically shock
any Alpha that touched them.  An omega like Jared, however, would have no such
problem.  Easing around carefully, because Jensen’s knot is still inside him,
Jared moves so it looks almost like he’s sitting on Jensen’s lap and reaches up
for the collar’s buckle.  HIs fingers are still trembling from his epic orgasm,
but he manages to get the buckle undone.  “Just let me—”
All of a sudden, the collar is ripped out of Jared’s hands as Jensen jerks
sideways in a blur of motion.  Jared tips backwards, landing sprawled on the
bed.  Somehow, Jensen’s cock stays inside of him, though it tugs a bit. 
“What—” he gets out and then—
“Stay,” Jensen rasps, low and dark, and every muscle in Jared’s body freezes. 
He’s never heard it before, but his hindbrain knows that that was an Alpha
Voice and it must be obeyed.
If Jensen can use his Alpha Voice… Jared’s eyes stray right and catch a glimpse
of something silver on the floor before he is distracted by something expanding
inside of him.
“Fuck,” Jensen curses, placing one hand on Jared’s stomach before jerking his
hips back.  Jared yowls as the half-knotted cock is pulled out of him—partly
from pain and partly from need.  He watches, entranced, as Jensen wraps a hand
around himself and squeezes his knot.  He watches as it begins growing,
Jensen’s hand milking it.  Even though he’s still fully clothed, Jensen is
quite the sight, his huge cock in one hand and his head thrown back in bliss.
Still, Jared whines.  That’s hiscock, hisknot.  It should be snug in hisass. 
“Please,” he begs, forgetting to be ashamed.  “Put it back.  I wantit.  I want
it so bad.”
“Sorry, Jared,” Jensen grunts, and then he’s coming, ropes of come splattering
across Jared’s face, stomach, and dick.  After a minute, the stream of come
dies down to a trickle and Jensen sighs.  “If I’d knotted your ass, who knows
how long we’d have been stuck.  And, as sweet as your little hole is, I don’t
have the time.”  He pats Jared’s cheek once, grimacing when come gets on his
hand, and wipes it on the sheets.  “Come’s a good look on you, kid,” he says
before tucking his cock back into his pants and climbing off the bed.
Jared’s not stupid.  Jensen won’t stay, not with his collar off.  He’ll flee to
Canada, or maybe Europe, where Alphas are treated the same as everyone else.
“Take me with you,” Jared blurts out impetuously as Jensen’s pulling his jacket
back on.  When Jensen looks back at him with an arched brow, Jared continues,
“I’ll be good for you, you know I will.  I can help you.  Just take me with
you.”
Facing Jared, Jensen crosses his arms over his chest.  “And why would I do
that?” He asks.  “You’ve got a sweet ass, sure, but—”
“I love you!” Jared interrupts, heedless of the consequences.  He crawls
desperately across his bed towards Jensen.  “I’ve loved you for years.  I
wanted us to be—to be—”
“To be what?” Jensen prods.  “Mates?”
Jared nods, looking up through his eyelashes at the Alpha he considers his.
“Oh, Jared.”  Jensen shakes his head, snorting.  “You’re seventeen.  You like
the way I fuck you, so you think it’s love.  You’ll be in love with someone
else as soon as your daddy finds another Alpha to fill you up.”  He doesn’t
sound hurt or bitter, just matter-of-fact.
“It’s not like that!” Jared protests, even though he can feel it will fall on
deaf ears.  “I don’t wantanother Alpha!  I want you!”  Sagging at the end of
his bed, Jared pleads softly, “please, Jensen.  Please take me.”
Jensen looks at him consideringly for one moment, then shakes his head again. 
“Sorry, kid, but I’ve only got papers for one.  Besides, I don’t need the kind
of trouble kidnapping a billionaire’s only son would get me.”
“But—” Jared cuts himself off.  He is ashamed to realize that he is crying.  He
wipes furiously at the tears.  “We’re mates, I know it,” he proclaims
stubbornly.  “I’ll dieif you leave me here!”
At that, Jensen has the nerve to actually chuckle.  “No, you won’t,” he says
with confidence.  “You’ll pout for a couple of weeks and then find some other
Alpha to be a pretty little slut for.  Someday, you’ll marry a rich Beta that
will coo over you and won’t mind that you have your own personal sex slave. 
Maybe you’ll even pop out a few babies.  Who knows?”
“I don’t wantthat!” Jared slams his fists down into the mattress.  “If you
leave me here, I’ll go on sups and I won’t let anyone ever touch me again! 
I’ll become one of those old, ugly, spinster omegas who have to use knotted
dildos to get off—”
A hand covers his mouth.  Jensen’s green eyes are still sparkling with
amusement.  “How ‘bout this,” he says.  “If you still feel that way when you
turn eighteen, drive up to Vancouver, Canada.  Go to JDM’s Bar and Grill and
ask to see the owner.  Then, tell him your name.  He’ll let you know where you
can find me.”  Leaning down, Jensen peers into Jared’s eyes.  “You got that?”
“Vancouver, JDM, my name,” Jared repeats, heart now fluttering with hope. 
“I’ll be there.  Definitely.”  Jensen turns to go and Jared clings to his arm. 
“Wait!” He demands.  “You have to kiss me goodbye.”  They’ve never kissed
before, but never wasn’t now.
“No, I don’t,” Jensen replies, clearly amused.  “You have to earnthat.  Go on
your sups and stay Alpha-free, and then maybewe can talk about a kiss.”
“Okay,” Jared promises eagerly.  “I’ll do all that.  For you.”
Jensen laughs, shaking him off.  “Sure you will, kid,” he says indulgently, and
then strolls out of the room, easy as can be.  Jared wants to chase him, but he
has a feeling that he’d just be ordered back.
Instead, he calls his doctor.  “Hi, Dr. Rhodes?  It’s Jared Padalecki.  I’d
like to go on suppressants, please.”
*
Two weeks after his eighteenth birthday, Jared transfers one million dollars of
his father’s money into an untraceable offshore account before stealing his
mom’s Porsche and hitting the road.  He knows he’ll have to dump the car soon
and get a new one, but that’s the only stop he intends to make.
After all, Vancouver may be far, but Jared has waited his whole life to be
properly knotted.  He isn’t going to waste another second.
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