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      Jensen_Ackles/Jeffrey_Dean_Morgan/Jared_Padalecki, Jensen_Ackles/Jeffrey
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      Michael_Murray, Michael_Rosenbaum, Sophia_Bush, George_Weasley, Steve
      Carlson, David_Boreanaz, James_Marsters, Christian_Kane, Kristen_Kreuk,
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      Published: 2017-04-09 Chapters: 17/17 Words: 45145
****** Between Shadow and Light ******
by Deathangelgw
Summary
     Jared is a 16 year old delinquent that escapes from serving his
     community service for the mayor of New York City, Tom Welling, and is
     on the run when he meets up with a strange guy who has a hawk. Magic,
     mystery, tragedy, and love ensue as he tries to help break a curse
     that has destroyed the lives of two men who loved at the wrong time.
     But will his own heart be protected from what may happen?
***** Chapter 1 *****
Title: Between Shadow and Light pt. 1/16 + epilogue
Author: Deathangelgw
Artist: Raggedy_edge
Author email: deathangelgw@gmail.com
Disclaimer: These boys aren't mine. No harm is meant, but they sure are fun to
play with!
Warnings: AU, OOC, underage sex, swearing, violence, slash, threesome,
voyeurism, exhibitionism, rape/hinted rape, drugs, death, and various other
things as the story progresses.
Pairings: established JDM/JA, TW/JW, almost TW/JP, unrequited TW/JA, eventual
JDM/JA/JP, JDM/JP, JA/JP, hinted DB/JM, TW/JM, TW/DB, TW/whole schlew of
others, JP/OMC, KK/SM.
Other Characters: MR, CK, KK, SC, SM, DB, JM, SB, CMM (very brief).
Rating: PG-13-NC-17
Beta: The ever sarcastic MA. Love ya babe!
Summary: Jared is a 16 year old delinquent that escapes from serving his
community service for the mayor of New York City, Tom Welling, and is on the
run when he meets up with a strange guy who has a hawk. Magic, mystery,
tragedy, and love ensue as he tries to help break a curse that has destroyed
the lives of two men who loved at the wrong time. But will his own heart be
protected from what may happen?
A/N: Gonna give this a shot for the LJ Comm spn_j2_bigbang contest.
Ahem...thanks to MA for bouncing the ideas off with me and straightening my
head on some of it and forcing me to remember such things as continuity! Haha!
Also, humungous thanks to Raggedy_edge for the awesome art! A link for her art
post is below! Feedback is much loved and appreciated.
A/N2: Just a side disclaimer for how the characters are in this fic. I did some
MAJOR bastardization of certain folks and have seriously made the law officials
seem like they are very very corrupt. I do not hold these ideas for real,
though I will acknowledge that there are *some* corrupt officials, not all are
like that. Also any of the people that are the main characters are truly OOC
though some of them (JDM, JP, JA, and MR) are kinda close to how I see their
persons. Any complaints about how I represent the officials of law and these
stars I will ignore because you obviously don’t know how to read disclaimers.

Now that that’s done, enjoy!
 
'thoughts'
 
The soft sound of spray paint hissing out of its can and hitting a smooth
surface in random strokes floated through the cool late night air and was
followed by the clack clack clack of the spray can being shaken. A shadowed
figure bent closer to the car that it was 'decorating' as the hissing sound
resumed and was accompanied by a rather off tune version of 'Hey Mickey'. The
free hand that was hanging down alongside the jeaned leg brushed through the
loose floppy brown hair and pushed it back behind an ear before balancing the
lanky body on the car as it shifted for a better angle to write its message. A
loop was finished and the figure straightened up with a smirk on the shadowed
face as it admired the drawing it had just created. A long finger traced just
alongside the wet paint, mimicking the lewd picture with a shadow.
 
Suddenly, a light shone over the figure and the shadowed face turned up and was
revealed by the bright light. The hazel eyes blinked as soft lips parted in a
groan before a large hand came up to shield his eyes. He tilted his head,
trying to see through the glare for a clearer glimpse of the forms that were
behind the bright light. When he saw the glint of badges and heard the murmured
static of a radio, he groaned again.
 
"In a bit of trouble here now, son," drawled out from behind the light and the
youth bowed his head as he swallowed hard. "Vandalizing the mayor's Benz…not
exactly the way to get around in this town," was added with a chuckle.
 
"Yea whatever," the boy muttered before he was roughly turned towards the Benz
in question and handcuffed brusquely as his rights were read to him. He smirked
as he was pulled up and led towards the waiting cop car and glanced back to see
his drawing illuminated garishly by the flashing police lights. He chuckled as
he looked forward again, not feeling the slightest bit sorry as he was guided
into the back seat. He'd gotten his message across just fine.
 
Of course, the next day he was feeling the slightest prick of worry while
seated in court awaiting his verdict from the unnaturally swift trial that had
come up for his misdemeanor. It didn't help that the 'honorable' mayor was at
the trial. The youth's skin prickled uncomfortably as he felt eyes on him and
he glanced over at the tall dark haired man who was said to be the youngest
mayor in history as well as being known for making great changes in the city of
New York. The mayor's lips turned up slowly in a knowing smirk and it made the
boy's skin crawl even more. He knew that look and he wanted no part of it, but
he had a feeling that it wasn't going to be his lucky day.
 
"Jared Tristan Padalecki. Please rise."
 
The order snapped through the boy's thoughts and he looked forward as he stood
up with his handcuffed wrists crossed respectfully in front of him. The judge
was an almost typical stereotype of the kind of judge who acted like he was
benevolent, but in truth had his own underhanded workings going on with his fat
jowls, beady eyes, and balding head that shone like it was waxed nightly. Jared
had heard of the judge, Henry Connor and his dealings with sending delinquents
into community service. Word on the street had been that those delinquents had
ended up dead several days later, beaten, raped, and pumped full of drugs.
Suddenly, Jared had a very real fear that he might be next on that list. 'Maybe
I shouldn'tve put that last dribble on the picture,' he thought and had to
fight a grin.
 
"Mr. Padalecki, do you understand the charges that are being brought against
you? Vandalism of public property, stealing, and vulgar displays on a public
official's property," Judge Connor stated as he read the papers in front of
him.
 
"Yes sir, I do," Jared drawled in his full-on Southern charm as he smiled
winningly at the judge. At the unimpressed stare, his smile slipped down in
wattage and more into attitude. He had nothing to lose.
 
"How do you plead?" the judge asked dryly and Jared couldn't help rolling his
eyes.
 
"Does it matter? Ya'll have already tried and convicted me, so just get to the
sentencin'," he replied in a bored voice and several voices hissed around him
in outrage and the judge banged his gavel several times.
 
"Order…" the judge growled and then glared at Jared. "Young man…I'll remind you
that you're in a court of law. Show some respect."
 
"I will when ya'll do as well," Jared shot back with a sneer as he leaned in
and laughed as he was yanked back by his guard as the judge banged his gavel
again over the uproar.
 
"Order!" Judge Connor snapped out in irritation before focusing on Jared again.
"Young man, I'll try you in contempt if you don't simmer down," he stated
angrily and Jared smirked at the red hue that was coloring the pallid face, but
he kept his peace. "Since you have obviously accepted that you are guilty, I am
sentencing you to fifty hours of community service with Mayor Tom Welling. He
shall be in charge of your time and if you fulfill everything to his
satisfaction, you will be released. Court adjourned." At that, the gavel banged
once more, signaling the end as the obese judge waddled off of the podium to
his little office.
 
Jared grimaced as he was tugged out from behind the table he'd been standing
behind, but then was stopped as he almost ran into a well built body. He
swallowed hard and looked up slowly into the mayor's smirking gaze and felt his
own attitude well up. He didn't like how this guy made him feel like a slab of
meat that was about to be tenderized and tossed onto the grill to be eaten.
 
"Well, well…you certainly are a spicy one, aren't you?" The dark tones made
Jared's hackles rise to cover his fear as the pale blue gaze bore into his own.
The smirk widened until pure white teeth glinted through like a predator's
smile. "I'm going to enjoy making you pay…repeatedly…for damaging my Benz," he
purred and Jared wrinkled his nose in disgust as he leaned away from the
expensive cologne that was overpowering him as the mayor leaned in close.
 
"I just spiced the thing up to mimic its owner. Ya'll need to appreciate art,"
Jared retorted back with a sassy grin and chuckled as he was jostled away from
the mayor. But as he left he felt his bravado slip away as the sense of that
evil gaze followed him out of the courtroom. He was in so much trouble.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter_Two
 
'thoughts'
 
Warnings: near rape here, abuse, nasty language…underage stuff in here, watch
out!
 
The soft snick of the door shutting behind him sounded like a death knell to
Jared as he stood in the over spacious office that was the private workplace at
the mayor's sprawling mansion which was located outside of the city. He had
been driven there in a police car and the officer in charge of his case,
Lieutenant Steven Carlson, had accompanied him into the main building grimly.
They had followed the butler that had greeted them at the door into the office
and were now awaiting the appearance of the mayor, who was said to be in a
meeting at the moment. Jared glanced around at the room and grimaced at the
rather rustic décor that was supposed to hide what was most likely the mayor's
own dark secrets with false homey feelings. The large floor-to-ceiling windows
that lined the room on two of the four walls looked out over the well manicured
lawn and currently fall colored gardens. He could see a fountain in the center
of the yard surrounded by white cobblestones that were most likely bleached
marble. It made him sick at the opulence that this man who claimed to be a 'man
of the people' had.
 
He turned to look at his probation officer and was surprised to see regret and
worry on the kind face. He felt his heart melting a little bit and decided to
give this guy a break. "So, do you do this a lot? Is it...bad do you think?" he
asked quietly and smiled hopefully when Lt. Carlson looked over at him in
surprise.
 
A soft sigh left Lt. Carlson before he glanced away again. "Yea, I kinda do.
Ever since...well, let's just say things changed over the past few years. I
wish it were different..." he trailed off as he looked around as well,
obviously avoiding Jared's eyes.
 
Curious, Jared shuffled a bit closer. "Are the rumors true? The kids that've
been killed recently...they all were serving time with Welling, weren't they?"
he questioned in a lower tone, his congeniality dropping as Lt. Carlson glanced
at him. He felt his stomach churning at the look of resignation and sadness
there and vowed right then and there to get away when he saw the opportunity.
He turned to face front once more with a solemn frown.
 
The door opening to their left startled them both from their thoughts and they
turned to see the smirking mayor sauntering in. "Sorry to have kept you
waiting. You know those silly meetings never end when you need them to *most*,"
he stated cheerfully as he went around them to his desk. He sat down and nodded
at Lt. Carlson. "Steve...it's been a while," he commented genially and Jared
wanted to spit at the smug grin on the handsome face.
 
"Yes sir," Lt. Carlson answered blandly as he stood more at attention. "This is
Jared Padalecki. He'll be serving fifty hours with you as community service,"
he explained formally.
 
"Good, good...take off his cuffs. You did microchip him, right?" Welling
inquired as he watched Jared. His lips tipped a bit in amusement as Jared
glared at him, but the youth kept quiet as his handcuffs were removed. The
mayor's eyes hooded a bit as he watched the slender fingers rub each wrist
instinctively to get the blood flowing.
 
"Yes sir. You will be able to track him if he should attempt to escape," Lt.
Carlson replied flatly as he took the cuffs and put them into his side holster.
He glanced at Jared and the young man could see the apology there.
 
"Excellent. The number is in his file, I presume?" Welling asked distractedly
as he kept his focus on Jared. The youth had his arms crossed belligerently in
front of his chest and it was impressive to say the least. Obviously the boy
had been raised on a farm or had worked out to have such incredible musculature
for his age. He also was most likely still growing, but the youth was already
just an inch or so shorter than the mayor. He was certainly going to enjoy
breaking this boy and bending him over. He looked over though as he heard Lt.
Carlson's response and smirked. He knew the man was uncomfortable to say the
least with what the mayor did with the juveniles that came into his 'service',
but besides the initial suspicions on the mayor's involvement of the recent
deaths, the officer couldn't really say anything. He'd be labeled as an
accomplice at the very least. "Very good, Steve. You can go now. I think it's
time I got Mr. Padalecki informed on our...routine here," he said dismissively
as he leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers in front of his face.
He kept his gaze on the rebellious teen as the officer left them.
 
Jared stared back defiantly as he tried to quell his inner fear and churning as
Lt. Carlson left them alone. He didn't like this guy one bit, but he had to do
his time. Didn't mean he had to do it *nicely*. "So, we just gonna have
ourselves a little starin' contest or are you gonna tell me what I'm supposed
to do while I'm stuck in this hellhole?" he drawled out impatiently as the
silence dragged out several minutes long.
 
"Oh, don't worry. You'll know what gets done around here soon enough," Tom
responded lowly as he smirked and Jared felt a frisson of fear shoot through
him at the lust he could see. He watched as the mayor flipped open his file and
brought it up so he could read it while watching Jared. "So, you're from San
Antonio. What brings you to the Big Apple?"
 
Sneering, Jared shifted his posture just a bit so that it was bored instead of
defensive. "What all youngsters need: big lights, big money, and big cocks," he
responded as he flicked off the mayor.
 
But the mayor laughed instead of getting angry and shut the file with a soft
thwap. "Well that works now doesn't it? I've got all of that and I've got *you*
under my thumb. I think this will be a good *working* relationship," Welling
said as he stood up and straightened his suit coat before walking around his
desk to the now very wary teen. He slowly walked around Jared, eyeing him up
and down critically before reaching out and gripping Jared's ass.
 
"Hey! Back off, you pervert!" Jared snapped out as he lashed back and dodged
forward. But he grunted as, with a simple twist, Welling had his wrist gripped
hard and pinned up to almost the top of his shoulder. He hissed as his shoulder
strained with the pain and couldn't fight back as he was pushed forward.
 
"You're *mine* to play with until *I* say so, Padalecki. You painted a pretty
good cock on my Benz, but I'm going to paint your body with my own load
whenever I want. And there's nothing and *no one* who can stop me," Welling
purred lightly against Jared's ear and Jared felt his stomach roil as he felt
the hard line of the mayor's cock pressing into his ass crack.
 
"No!" Jared groaned out as his feet were kicked apart. He couldn't let this
happen! With a jerk, he knocked his head back and cracked Welling in the head.
With satisfaction, he heard Welling's grunt of pain as the hold loosened on his
wrist. Breathing deeply through his own pain, he snapped his wrist free and
shouldered back, pushing Welling backwards a few steps, enough to give him the
room to dodge around the older man. He gripped his arm as he ran and ignored
the shout from behind him as he ran out the door. He glanced back to make sure
he was safe, but then suddenly ran into a large body and fell back onto his
ass. He yelped in pain as he gripped his throbbing shoulder, and then snarled
as he was lifted up by his shirt collar. "Let me go, you fucker! I ain't
lettin' no asshole rape me for his jollies!" he shouted as he struggled to get
free. But he then his world exploded into stars as he was punched in the jaw
and he groaned as he was dropped to the ground, where he clutched his face as
it pounded in agony.
 
"Good work, Boreanaz. This kid's going to be tougher to break than the others.
Put him in the cellar with Murray, no food or water for a day. We'll see if
he'll change his tune then."
 
Jared looked up blearily as he was hauled roughly to his feet and glared at
Welling as the mayor smirked down at him. "You keep dreamin', asshole. I ain't
bein' no pecker hole for the likes o'you," he spat out before wiping a hand
over his lip to get the blood from where his lip had cut over his teeth.
 
Smirking, Tom ran a hand through his hair confidently. "Oh don't worry...I
don't care what you *think*. You'll be my fuck toy soon enough. I *always* get
what I want," he replied dangerously and sneered as Jared growled at him as he
was led away. He touched his lip where Jared's head had cut it over his own
teeth. 'Oh yes...he will be *fun* to break,' he thought in amusement as he
smirked before heading back into his office. He had time.
 
*~*~*
 
Jared tried to jerk his arms free again from the pin that the silent Boreanaz
had on him, but could only growl in frustration as he was foiled once again. He
tripped a bit as they started down the cement and wooden staircase that led
into the basement and he cussed again in annoyance as he was roughly
straightened and shoved along at the same time as they went into the dark area.
He squinted and tried to adjust to the darkness, but it was almost pitch black.
But that wasn't to last as a light suddenly snapped on and ripped away the
darkness with unforgiving brightness. He groaned as he closed his eyes and
looked away to try and adjust, but he wasn't allowed a reprieve as he was
pushed down the last of the stairs and into the cold almost empty room. He
opened his tearing eyes and looked around cautiously before catching sight of a
figure that was chained against the farthest wall. "Hey! What the fu-"
 
"Shut up and get moving, kid," Boreanaz snarled as he drove Jared forward
towards the wall, where another set of chains could be seen dangling against
the wall. He maneuvered Jared around as the teen kicked and cursed, obviously
trying to get away, but the older man wasn't deterred in the slightest. He
finally punched Jared in the gut and quickly cuffed him to the wall as the boy
gagged and fell to his knees as he gasped for air. He then went over to the
other boy and patted his cheek. "You still with us, Murray?" he asked snidely
and got a weak snarl from the blond. He smirked before straightening and headed
back upstairs, ignoring Jared's shouts and threats as he went upstairs.
 
Darkness plunged over the two and Jared flopped backwards with a huff. "Fuckin'
wonderful," he snarled softly while straining at the chains.
 
"What'd you do, man?" floated out next to him and Jared looked over blindly
before knocking his head back against the cement wall in frustration.
 
"Wouldn't let that sleaze mayor use me as his personal blowhole. You?" he
replied and turned his head automatically towards the other youth even though
they couldn't see each other.
 
"About the same, 'cept I was blowin' his wife behind his back," the blond
answered and snickered, which got a weak chuckle from Jared. "Didn't like that
since he'd wanted to bang me," the youth added and Jared grunted. "So who are
you?"
 
"Name's Jared. Jared Padalecki. You?" Jared responded as he shifted in an
effort to get comfortable.
 
"Chad Michael Murray. I'd heard about you. Heard you did some fine 'art' on the
mayor's car. He wasn't happy," Chad commented and Jared snickered nastily.
 
"Aw dang. I guess I'll just hafta do somethin' to make it better. Maybe I
should be like that Bobbitt lady and learn me some good choppin' techniques,"
Jared drawled and grinned as Chad laughed softly next to him.
 
"That'd be fun to see, but I don't think you should mess with his High and
Mightiness, the honorable Mayor of NYC. People end up dead or worse when they
cross him," Chad commented and Jared could hear the warning.
 
Frowning as he jingled his chains some more, Jared rolled his head away. He was
in deep *shit*.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter_Three
 
'thoughts'
 
To Jared, the day seemed to last a hundred days as hunger and thirst made him
wish he'd just taken it. But being with Chad helped and they actually became
good friends over the course of those twenty four hours of torment. When the
light sliced through their dark world again and their arms fell weakly when
released, they didn't argue and went upstairs without a fight. But Jared's mind
was already working on getting out and away as he ate the hearty stew that was
given to them by the sympathetic chef. His eyes scanned the area as he was
shown to the room that he'd be staying in with a couple of the other
delinquents that were serving time at the mansion as well as Chad, but he
didn't see any escape routes right at the moment. Their room had bars across
the windows and they had to share the two twin beds that were in there. But he
was so tired that he didn't care, so he plunked down and fell asleep when his
head landed on the pillow.
 
He was woken up hours later rather roughly and blinked awake to find the kid
named Joseph Menendez hovering over him. "Get up. It's time for breakfast and
then chores. You gotta take your shower now and put these clothes on," Joseph
ordered in a hushed voice as he shoved a pile of clothes at the groggy Jared.
 
"Wh-huh? S'the time?" Jared slurred out as he pushed himself up and looked
around blearily for a clock.
 
"Two in the morning. We have to get all of our cleaning up and eating done
before four or we get punished. Now move it...I ain't getting punished because
your slow Southern ass couldn't take it!" Joseph hissed before darting out of
the room as Jared growled.
 
"'at's 'e got aginst th'South," Jared mumbled as he got up and stretched. He'd
debated on just falling back to sleep to be ornery, but he'd had enough
punishment for the day and didn't need to know what more could be done. He went
right and down the hall to the bathroom. He tossed his clothes onto the sink
without even looking at them, then stripped and stepped into the shower. He
wrinkled his nose at the shower stall, which was slimy with dripped shampoo and
shower gel as well as mildew, but the water was hot for the moment and served
to wake him up as he cleaned up. By the end, he was shivering since it had gone
cold, so he got out and quickly toweled off with the damp towel hanging nearby
on the wall. He rubbed his hair dry before pulling on the white briefs that had
a hole in the ass, which informed him these were hand-me-downs as well too
small. He grimaced as he struggled to adjust himself in them, but it wasn't
helping. He pulled on the orange jumpsuit and white t-shirt that went under it
and sighed as he tugged the slip on sneakers on that were just a touch too
small. He ran a hand through his hair and grabbed one of the unopened
toothbrushes and brushed his teeth before going downstairs for breakfast.
 
He slid into his seat next to Joseph and made a face as he tugged at his
jumpsuit. Joseph leaned in and whispered, "Sorry we couldn't find anything
bigger. You're too damned tall."
 
Jared grinned widely as he purred, "They grow us big down South." Joseph
blinked and laughed softly behind his hand before they were served their
oatmeal. Jared was actually touched to see maple syrup, brown sugar, and white
sugar on the table. He glanced over and saw the others spooning up their
toppings or just digging in and wondered on it. The mayor was an asshole, but
he guessed that some of the staff didn't like what he did and tried to make
things better. He put a couple of spoonfuls of brown sugar on his oatmeal
before digging in and nearly groaned at how good it was. At least they weren't
getting gruel!
 
"Shh...if the mayor hears you enjoying this, then it'll be taken away," the
server whispered at him and he looked up in surprise at the girl. She was pale
and dark haired with wide eyes and she would have been a knockout if she hadn't
been so skinny. She looked at him worriedly and he nodded in understanding
before she moved on to the others as she served them orange juice or milk on
their preference.
 
Nudging Joseph as he took another bite of his breakfast, Jared asked, "Who's
that?"
 
"Sophia, the daughter of the chef. She's been trying to avoid the mayor's grasp
since he raped her that one time, so she's deliberately starving herself to
look unattractive. She's fooling herself, but we all try to help her out when
we can," Joseph explained softly between mouthfuls. "She's got a thing for Chad
and he is so in love with her. I hope it works out. The only reason he went
after Miss Jaime is in retaliation for the mayor raping Sophia and then
demanding a blow from Chad. He's got guts, but he's going to end up like those
others soon if he isn't careful," he added worriedly as they both watched the
smile that was exchanged between Chad and Sophia and the soft caress that
Sophia placed along Chad's face. It was so obvious that they were in love and
it made Jared sick that the bastard mayor was keeping them apart.
 
"Seriously need to look into some new knives," Jared growled before finishing
his breakfast. They were all done swiftly and soon were ushered into the main
foyer, where a tall blond man stood. He was dressed in a sharp suit and his
bleached blond hair was spiked on top of his sharp features. His cold blue eyes
looked them over one by one as they shuffled in place and Jared wondered what
his deal was. He avoided the icy gaze though when it focused on him by turning
his own eyes down to the floor and shuffled his feet impatiently as he waited
with the others for the bleached jerk to start.
 
After another minute of their squirming, the guy finally spoke. "For those of
you who are new here, my name is James. Not Jim, not Jimmy, not Jimbo, or any
other colorful name you'd like to associate with me. Simply James. I am in
charge of assigning your chores. Cross me, you get punished. Do as I say, you
live another day," he sneered and focused on Jared, who was scowling angrily at
the ground. "Now, we have clean up in the yard today as well as house chores."
He stopped as a couple of groans floated out before being stifled. "Oh yes,
your favorite thing in the whole wide world. Carlos, Chad, Joseph, and Ming
Tao, you are assigned to cleaning the house. Our new boy Jared, Charity,
George, and Davis are to clean the front and back yards of the leaves, brambles
in the gardens, and then mow the lawns. And that's for the morning. I'll tell
your chores, as usual, after lunch. Dismissed," he ordered as he let his
clipboard fall to his side and watched them file out of the room.
 
Jared glanced around uncertainly before following the three teenagers who were
heading outside. "Hey, my name's Jared," he whispered to the smaller heavier
set young man who had dark hair tied into a long braid.
 
Glancing around a bit, the boy then smiled a little at Jared. "M'Davis. That's
Charity and the red head is George. Nice to meet you in hell," he replied and
Jared snorted in amusement as they walked along the paved walkway to a shed
that was hidden artistically among some hedges. He glanced around a bit as they
opened the door and groaned when he finally focused on the contents of the
shed. No riding mowers...in fact, no pushing motorized mowers. There were the
non-motorized mowers and he knew then that their afternoon chores were more
than likely going to consist of raking up the grass clippings. And it was
supposed to be in the upper seventies that day...
 
"Suck it up, cowboy. Let's get moving," Charity snapped as she tossed him a
rake and nodded at Davis, who had a rake and a couple of large bags. They
headed off down the path towards the front of the house and disappeared around
the corner.
 
"What bug got up her butt?" Jared drawled lazily as he twirled his rake while
watching them before turning to his partner as the redhead snorted.
 
"Charity ain't nothin' like her name, lad. C'mon...we have to get the leaves
out of the entire backyard before lunch or else we'll get punished. They'll be
handlin the mowin while we get this hellhole of a garden cleaned up," George
replied as he hefted his own rake and the bags and led the way down the path
opposite to where the other two had gone.
 
Sighing heavily, Jared followed after the red head and told himself that he
could do this. He'd done a lot more at his home in San Antonio. Three hours
later he was cussing softly and wondering what the hell kind of thinking he'd
been doing as he yanked at some dried up brambles that had wrapped themselves
around some of the columns for the arches that were situated at random
intervals within the garden. He had already unzipped the top part of his
jumpsuit and tied it around his waist and was contemplating taking off his t-
shirt, but the reminder that the mayor was more than likely watching stopped
him and he suffered through the heat as he ripped out brambles after having
helped with the few leaves they'd had to clean up. His arms were covered in
scratches and pricks from the thorns and he was sweating heavily from the heat
and exertion and the sun had come up only an hour earlier. He was silently
wishing for his mama's sweet tea and some cornbread, but pushed that aside as
he blinked sweat out of his eyes and continued tugging on the one bramble that
he was working on.
 
He glanced over as he heard a grunt and a vicious curse from his partner to
find George on the ground with the brambles he'd been yanking on twisted in his
hands. He snickered and bit his lip when George glared at him, but the simple
twitch of George's lips in amusement had Jared busting up laughing. He bent
over and clutched his sides as he laughed and was joined soon after by George
as they both just let out their frustrations through laughter.
 
"Well, well, well...seems you two must have a lot of time on your hands if you
can sit around and just laugh."

The drawling comment stopped them both cold and they looked over warily to find
the mayor watching them with a sneer and the deep blue eyes hooded with
amusement and traces of lust. Jared backed away a couple of steps as George
scrambled to his feet while the mayor watched them and this seemed to entertain
the older man more. The dark head tilted inquiringly as he took a step towards
them. "Well? Do I need to find more work for you lazy children?" he asked
lightly as he rolled his shoulders a bit and eyed them up and down leisurely.
 
Jared felt the burn of indignation well up in him at the lust he saw in the
dark eyes, but he schooled his tongue and answered with a terse, "No sir, you
don't." He straightened up defiantly as the mayor looked towards him and met
the dark eyes firmly, daringly. He felt anger flood over him when he saw the
amusement on the chiseled face, but didn't look away.
 
After a minute of their staring contest, Welling snorted before glancing over
at the pale George. "George...don't let me find you on your back again with
Jared," he warned and chuckled as Jared growled when George flushed and looked
away. "Get back to work both of you. This needs to be done in an hour or you go
without dinner and lunch," the mayor ordered offhandedly before turning and
strolling down the pathway, whistling softly as he went along.
 
Snorting after the mayor was out of hearing range, Jared glanced over at
George. "That guy is disgusting," he stated softly. "And needs his balls
chopped off," he added viciously before yanking on some more of the brambles.
 
Silence fell over them as they worked, so it was a surprise when George spoke,
breaking it. "You're not the only one who wants him dead. My brother and I...we
came here looking for our eldest brother, Bill. He had come here from England
and we suddenly lost contact with him. So me and Fred came over and were
looking for him. We got some trumped up charges put on us when we got too close
to the truth," he murmured quietly and Jared looked over at him as he tossed
down some vines.
 
"I didn't know your brother is here," Jared replied as he straightened and
stretched out his lower back, bending backwards before wiping an arm along his
sweating brow. He frowned as he watched George duck his head and hunch in.
"He's not...here...is he," he stated quietly and George shook his head sharply
once.
 
"The beloved mayor found my twin searching his documents for some sign of Bill.
I was in the other room when I heard the bastard come in and catch Fred in the
act. The...he...bent Fred over the desk and pumped him full of something, then
raped him repeatedly. I didn't...Fred looked at me and I knew...I had to stay
out so we could get some justice..." George's voice trailed off as he swallowed
hard and a single tear rolled down his pale cheek. "I witnessed everything and
did nothing to save my twin. He's dead because of me and Bill is too," he added
hoarsely as he looked down, shoulders shaking with his emotions.
 
Jared reached out and squeezed George's arm consolingly as the other young man
regained control of his grief. "I'm sorry man..." He gazed firmly into George's
watery eyes and smirked as he tilted an eyebrow challengingly. "Let's make sure
to pay him back in full for everything he's done," he murmured and an answering
smirk appeared on George's face as the other boy nodded once in agreement.
Nodding as well, Jared released George's arm and returned back to work. They
got their part done in time for lunch and trudged inside quietly, too
exhausted, hungry, and thirsty to do anything outside of putting one foot in
front of the other. Lunch was quiet again as they ate the sandwiches they were
given before going back to their chores.
 
During the rest of the afternoon as he and the other three assigned to the
outside duties, Jared kept an eye out for escape routes from that hellhole. He
saw several possibilities, but he also the same amount of obstacles in the form
of security cameras, dogs, and guards. But as he was carrying a bag of grass
clippings to the compost heap at the back of the estate, he found his possible
getaway route. A small, almost indiscernible path led from the pile of compost
into the surrounding woods, heading what looked to be southwest. He knew it had
to be an animal trail of some sort and glanced around as he shook out his bag.
He made sure to take note of various landmarks on his trips to and from the
compost heap, knowing that he couldn't escape right then without them
suspecting and coming after him. But his brain whirred with the beginnings of
an escape plan. He just needed to bide his time.
 
Soon though, they had finished and Jared groaned silently in relief as they sat
down to eat their meager dinner before turning in for bed. He was so bone tired
and he knew that things were going to just get worse, but he wasn't going down
without a fight. He'd be *damned* if he let that asshole mayor push him into
any kind of 'service' to get out of chores. Chores far outweighed blowing or
being the used hole for that guy's dick.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter_Four
 
'thoughts'
 
Warnings: hinted rape, death, language, voyeurism, underage sex. Not pretty...
 
It felt like months had passed since he had been brought to Welling's place,
but Jared knew it had only been a couple of weeks. He had a bad feeling that
his 'community service' was deliberately being messed with. But he had quickly
gotten into the routine of getting up and ready, having a fast breakfast,
chores, lunch, more chores, and then dinner and bed, though he had started
causing trouble where he could. He had managed to avoid getting taken into
Welling's office, but some of the others hadn't been so lucky. Carlos, Charity,
Davis, and Chad had all disappeared over those weeks and Jared could still hear
in his head the muffled screams of pain that had been coming from the mayor's
office mingling with the animalistic rutting sounds that the mayor seemed to
enjoy releasing. He had been unfortunate enough to be in the vicinity of the
office when they had been raped and it still made him sick to his stomach and
furious whenever he remembered it. He had a feeling that Mr. James-Not-Jimbo
had been ordered to put him there.
 
The worst had been when Chad had been sent in. The other youth had been causing
trouble as much as Jared, but hadn't been as subtle unfortunately. Jared had
been ordered to clean the expansive windows of that office during the entire
time that Chad had been pumped full of drugs, raped over the desk and stabbed
until he had bled to death, and then he had watched Welling's body thug carry
the lifeless body out as the mayor had casually cleaned himself up. It had
taken all of Jared's willpower not to puke, but the kicker had been when Sophia
had been ordered to clean up the desk and surrounding area. She hadn't been the
same since and Jared knew why: she had found Chad's picture of her covered in
blood and semen on the desk and the mayor's smirk had topped it off. Since
then, she had been a silent, broken shell that none of them could get through
to. Jared had a feeling she was going to be next.
 
But there was nothing any of them could do about it. The 'great' Mayor Tom
Welling had the authorities and other well to do so in his pocket that there
would be no charges unless someone truly stood up against him. Even the press
had been paid to ignore the obvious signs of corruption in New York City's
government. So Jared just kept going, knowing he would escape and he'd be
damned if he let this continue. He would get this story out and get all the
courts of the United States involved if he had to.
 
He finally got the opportunity that he had been looking for to escape when he
overheard Boreanaz and James discussing the upcoming plans for Welling's trip
to the Bahamas.
 
"Why does he have to take that many of the kids with? Shit you'd think he'd get
enough sex with his wife..." James snarled softly and Jared peeked around the
corner of the office to see James writing on some file.
 
"You know how he gets. Fucker's gotta have enough and besides, not like you
ain't joinin' in," Boreanaz sneered back and chuckled when James glared at him.
 
"Yea well I heard about you and Jaime getting it on for his watching pleasure
as he fucked that Bill kid. God, it's like Sodom and Gomorrah here," James
muttered and shook his head as Boreanaz chuckled evilly.
 
"Yea and you love it..." Boreanaz murmured before leaning in and licking along
James' neck. James visibly shuddered and looked up to have his lips taken in a
hungry kiss and Jared shifted back, feeling sick as he heard the two older men
get it on.
 
'This place really is nothing but a sex pit,' he thought in disgust as he
shifted along the hallway silently while trying to block out their sounds. He
got around the corner and waited until they were done and had left James'
office before sneaking in to see the list of people that were going on the
trip. He nodded as he saw that his name wasn't on the list and smirked. His
chance had finally come.
 
He snuck out of the room and began searching for George. George and he had
become good friends over the course of time since they had been put together as
partners most of the time. George's name had also not been on the list, which
meant that he could get his friend out as well. 'At least I can save one other
person,' he told himself silently and felt another pang of grief over Chad's
loss. It had been the three of them for the entire time and now it was two.
George had not been taking it well...hell none of them had. But survival meant
moving past it and looking for a way out. And that window was in two days.
 
He finally found George cleaning the shower in one of the several various
bathrooms. He closed the door behind him to make sure no one would sneak in and
overhear them and grabbed a scrub brush to help his friend out with the
cleaning. "George, we're getting out of here, man," he whispered as he slipped
in beside his friend in the stall.
 
"What? Don't you be scarin' me like that, mate!" George gasped out in surprise
as he clutched his chest and glared at him before returning to scrubbing at the
mildewed side as Jared chuckled softly. "So what d'ya mean we're gettin' outta
here? Somethin' happen?" he asked softly as they both scrubbed.
 
Jared glanced around once more just to make sure that they were alone and
leaned in closer. "Welling is heading for the Bahamas in two days and we aren't
on his fuck toy list to take with him. So we'll have the perfect opportunity to
get out while the place is understaffed," he explained quietly and George
cocked an eyebrow at him.
 
"Ya think we can? Mate, this place is like a fortress," George protested a bit
and scrubbed viciously in restitution at a patch of mildew that was near him.
 
Reaching over, Jared cupped George's hand with his own, calming the other boy
down. "There's a barely seen path over by the compost heap I found. I bet you
anythin' that it leads straight off the land without any security," he
whispered excitedly and squeezed George's hand as the other boy smiled
hesitantly at him. "This is it man...we can get out of here and get that
asshole's ass nailed for everything he's done!"
 
"You really think we can escape?" George asked softly as he turned to Jared and
leaned against a clean part of the stall. He smiled shyly as Jared turned to
him and smiled back as he nodded firmly. George lifted a hand and caressed it
along Jared's arm as he looked down a bit shyly and shivered as Jared pressed
just a bit closer. "Jared...I..."
 
"Well isn't *this* a cozy picture."
 
They froze as soon as they heard Welling's voice and looked over slowly, eyes
wide with horror as they saw the mayor watching them, his lips tilted in a
lustful smirk that had both their bloods chilling with fear. He reached over
and closed the door firmly before leaning against the sink counter and palming
his crotch, where an obvious bulge was growing. "Oh don't let me stop you...I'm
just going to watch," he purred and slowly licked his lips as he unzipped his
pants and slid his hand inside. "For now," he added with a growl and Jared felt
his stomach roil with nausea and looked at George to see his friend just as
sick with fear. They both had managed to avoid the mayor's grasp...they should
have known it wouldn't have lasted.
 
'But did he hear anything?' Jared wondered desperately as he tried to figure a
way out of this situation. He looked into George's eyes as the other boy
gripped his arm, shaking a bit, and he smiled a little, trying to convey some
strength.
 
"Well? Get on with it," Welling snarled as he stroked his cock and Jared
shuddered as he saw how aroused he was.
 
'That thing's huge...god, no wonder they were all bleeding...' he thought in
horror before focusing on George again as the other boy stroked his arm slowly
and as sensuously as he could while shaking. He knew that their feelings for
each other had been growing, but this was nowhere near what he had been
thinking of for their first time. 'Better make the most of it and pray that
asshole doesn't think to join in,' he thought desperately as he pressed closer
and tentatively kissed his friend.
 
George relaxed a bit as their lips pressed together and slid dryly against each
other before opening so their tongues could slide alongside each other into hot
wet mouths. Jared tried to just focus on his friend and found that it wasn't
too hard. He *was* a teenager after all and, while he hated how the sex seemed
to ooze from this hellhole, he sure as hell wasn't immune to it! He dropped his
brush and heard it clatter vaguely along with George's into the tub as he
wrapped his arms around his friend's waist and pulled them as close as
possible. He distantly heard Welling moan as their kiss deepened and became
hungry as they gave into their hormones and tried to ignore it so they could
keep going. There was really no way out of this unless someone came to find the
mayor, so they may as well enjoy it.
 
He pressed his thigh between George's thighs and into his friend's groin and
groaned with George as the other boy rocked against him, his cock a hard long
line in his coveralls. His own underwear was stretched tight over his cock and
rubbed against his friend's hip while he rotated his thigh, encouraging his
friend to ride his thigh, which he did eagerly. He was glad that his friend had
come to the same conclusion on just going with it and let himself get lost in
their movements as they thrust and rocked against each other while kissing
hungrily, desperately. It was sloppy and hot and he couldn't get enough, but a
part of him hoped it'd be enough to keep that asshole from joining in or
demanding more.
 
No such luck though. "Strip...both of you." The order was growled out huskily
and they broke their kiss and looked over hazily as they panted for air and
trembled with denied lust. Welling had shoved his pants down and it disgusted
Jared briefly to realize the guy went commando, more than likely so he could
fuck whatever he wanted whenever he wanted without any restraint. The mayor
smirked at them as he stroked himself lazily as they watched him. "You heard
me, boys...strip," he growled out again and licked his lips as he watched them.
 
Jared looked up at George and smiled a little reassuringly before he started
unzipping his coveralls and shoved them down and took them off with his shoes
and socks. George was doing the same as he pulled off his shirt and then they
both slowly took off their underwear, biting their lips almost simultaneously
as they were released from the tight briefs. Jared took a moment to admire his
friend's body and nice large cock and flushed as he realized that George's eyes
shone with admiration and lust as he took in Jared's body. Their silent
appraisals were interrupted though as the mayor growled low in his chest and
they looked over to see him eyeing them up and down heatedly as he stroked
himself faster. "Very nice...been wondering if you were as good without clothes
as I thought," he stated heatedly as he watched them.
 
Biting his lip on an angry retort, Jared looked back at George before pulling
his friend to him and kissing him hungrily, distracting them both from the
hungry gaze that was all but devouring them. He stroked his hand along pale
freckled skin and pressed closer as George did the same over his body. They
both moaned into each other's mouths as their cocks lined up and rubbed
together and Jared placed his hands on George's ass. He squeezed the firm flesh
as George gasped in pleasure and they bucked and ground against each other for
a while as they licked and kissed along each other's necks and shoulders. He
groaned deeply and barely heard the mirrored groan from the mayor as his ass
was grabbed and squeezed hard, pulling them even closer together and god the
friction was awesome!
 
George suddenly turned them and Jared leaned against the clean part of the
shower wall and oh yea, that was much better! George ground into him as their
mouths reconnected and they started thrusting steadily together as they lost
themselves in the pleasure. But suddenly, a hand came between them and grabbed
both their cocks and squeezed them, causing them to stop with cries of shocked
pain. George suddenly stiffened against Jared and Jared knew instantly what had
happened before seeing the mayor loom over George's shoulder. They both jerked
and squirmed as that tight hold started stroking them and George cried out in
surprise and spread his legs a bit and Jared looked down to see a couple of
fingers moving inside of his friend's ass. 'Oh shit...shit shit shit!' he
thought and looked up at his friend in desperate apology, but George just shook
his head. They were both too far gone with their own lust for it to hit them at
the moment but Jared knew that his friend was going to be upset later when he
realized what had happened.
 
"Watch my cock fill your boy's ass, Padalecki." The growled command wasn't one
he could ignore in his state and Jared looked down as George was shifted back a
bit as he braced his hands on either side of Jared's head. George moaned deeply
as Jared watched that large cock rub against his friend's hole before pushing
inside and, with how his friend shuddered and arched in pain, he knew it was a
big stretch. Jared's own hole clenched in sympathy, but also in lust as he
watched the steady push inside until the mayor was balls deep inside of George.
Welling pressed forward then and thrust once, pushing deeper into George and
earning a whimper of need from the boy. "Mmmm I do love virgin holes...so nice
and tight around my cock," he growled deeply as he watched Jared hungrily
before thrusting again, earning the same whimper. He smirked as Jared's cock
twitched with his desire. "Admit it, boy...you want it too," he murmured as he
began to slowly thrust into George and chuckled deeply as Jared glared up at
him, but the lust was there and they knew it. "Kiss your boy," he ordered as he
leaned back and started thrusting harder into the redhead, forcing gasps and
cries of pleasure from the youth as he did so.
 
The sounds were soon muffled as Jared grabbed his friend's lips in a heated
kiss and their tongues twined eagerly together and he ran his hands along his
friend's body as the mayor's thrusts started to become harder and faster. The
slapping of skin against skin mingled with their grunts and groans and Jared
ran his hand down to wrap around George's cock as his other hand went around
his own to stroke. But two much larger hands grabbed his and suddenly he was
pinned against the wall as the mayor pressed in and thrust hard and fast into
George, becoming erratic as he got closer to his release. He suddenly growled
and thrust hard several times before stilling and trembling above them as he
filled George's ass with his release. George shuddered but Jared could see that
he hadn't found release and wondered on it hazily. He had to admit that he was
so turned on that he was going to blow at any minute, but this was the mayor's
show.
 
After a minute, the mayor pulled back and out of George with a wet plop then
stepped out of the tub and went back to his watching post as he panted from his
exertions. He smirked at them as he fondled himself a bit and Jared felt a bit
sick to see the guy was still turned on but he and George didn't move as semen
dripped out of George's hole and down his thighs. "Jared...it's your turn to
fuck your boy," he suddenly said huskily and George looked up at him dazedly as
Jared stared at Welling. They held their gazes locked and Welling smirked then
predatorily. "Do it."
 
Jared turned his gaze to his friend and swallowed hard as George looked at him
understandingly. Sure, he wanted it, but it somehow didn't feel at all right.
More like rape. But his friend had given him permission and they were already
in too deep so he ran his hands along George's arms, and then turned him around
so his friend's back was pressed to his front. Jared smirked as he saw
Welling's surprise at their move, but he didn't care as he kissed along
George's shoulder, relaxing him as he pushed his cock slowly into his friend.
He slid down just a bit so he was braced better and George lifted a leg to prop
on the lip of the tub as he began to thrust up into his friend. He realized
just what Welling had meant as he felt the tight wet hot squeeze of his friend
around his cock and he groaned as he started to let go. George also started to
let go in his need for release and bounced a bit, meeting his thrust with his
own down thrust as he placed his hands against the wall for support. Welling
watched them with hooded eyes as he stroked himself, but they didn't even
notice as George turned his head and they kissed sloppily, needily as they
moved together.
 
As he got closer to his edge, Jared shifted them up and bent George over a bit
so he could go as deep and hard as possible, earning gasping moans of
encouragement from his friend as George’s hand moved to his cock and started
stroking. Jared buried his face in his friend's shoulder as he growled and
thrust erratically, feeling himself lose it as George tightened around him and
they both cried out as they climaxed at the same time. He was still jerking
with pleasure as he filled his friend's hole with his come when George was
pulled off of him and he was forced to his knees by a hand gripping his hair.
 
He opened his mouth with a cry of surprise and a cock shoved into his mouth as
a growled "Gonna fuck your filthy mouth," filled the room. He couldn't do
anything when his own cock spurted some more seed out as his mouth was used
roughly by Welling while the older man thrust hard and fast into his mouth,
grunting and growling with his desire. Suddenly, sour hot semen squirted into
his mouth as the cock was shoved deep in and he choked around his mouthful
while the mayor groaned above him in release. It was a minute before his head
was released and he coughed and gagged as the liquid dribbled out of his mouth,
what little he hadn't swallowed. He collapsed to his side as he gasped for air
and trembled next to his stunned friend while Welling went over and got his
pants back on. "Good work, boys. I expect this bathroom and two more rooms done
before dinner," the mayor drawled lazily before chuckling as he left the
bathroom.
 
With a soft moan, Jared turned his head and reached for his friend. They laced
fingers as they gazed at each other and nodded once. They were getting out of
there as soon as possible.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter_Five
 
‘thoughts’
 
It was dark outside. Jared had timed things to go with the new moon so that it
was completely pitch black. He crept out of his bed and went over to George’s
bed, shaking his friend awake gently and smiling at him when the redhead opened
his eyes. He put a finger to his lips and nodded with George before they both
stood and started to creep out of their room to the hall. Most of the kids had
been taken with the mayor and his wife, so the security was less than usual. It
was the perfect time to escape since all they had to deal with was James and a
half dozen guards and dogs. They just had to get outside without getting
caught.
 
Silently, they went down the stairs, avoiding the third and eighth steps that
always squeaked as they looked around warily. Once at the bottom of the stairs,
they looked around carefully and ducked down when they saw a shadow and pressed
as close as possible to the wall. Shuffling along silently, they headed for the
back patio that connected to the gardens. Once they got there, thankfully
without running into anyone, Jared picked the lock for the patio door and
looked around frantically with George when it squeaked open slowly. They held
their breaths as their hearts pounded, trying to hear if they’d been caught.
When there was no sign of the alarm being sounded, they both heaved a sigh of
relief before sneaking out of the door and making sure to close the door
silently. They both crouched down low and scuttled forward to the edge of the
patio deck, avoiding furniture and lights as they went.
 
Furtively, they looked around before going down the stairs and skirting along
the edge of the hedges that bordered the garden. They pushed through the hedge
as quietly as they could and flinched as branches snapped, echoing in the
silent night. As quickly as they could, they started going through the
labyrinthine garden, avoiding the lights as much as possible. Suddenly the
whole garden lit up as the alarms went off and they knew that they’d been
discovered. Ducking down as a spotlight swept over the garden, they looked at
each other and panted in both fear and adrenaline.
 
“We canna get caught and we will if we stick togetha,” George whispered roughly
and Jared bit his lip before nodding. They leaned in and crushed their lips
together in a hungry kiss before parting and going in opposite directions. They
both knew where to go and could get to it through several different routes.
 
Jared dodged around bushes and lights as he ran for the pathway, feeling his
panic rise as he heard the dogs barking in the distance. He had put a scent
dampening substance behind the compost pile in the bushes, but if he didn’t get
there, it wouldn’t do them any good. A cry and the increased barking of the
dogs shot through the air and he felt his chest constrict. ‘Oh god...George...’
he thought in rising panic as he stopped and gasped for air, his heart
hammering. He heard shouts and bit his lip as he tried to think. He shook his
head and went as silently as he could to where the noise was loudest and saw
his friend being pinned on the ground.
 
“Well well, George...so you thought to escape, hmm?” James’ voice was snide as
he came over and put his foot roughly on the redhead. “Where’s Jared, you
stupid brat. Tell me and your punishment will be less...severe,” he ordered and
sneered as the guards chuckled wickedly.
 
George pushed his head up and spit at James. “I’ll not be tellin’ you nothin’!
You can fuck yerself!” he snarled and groaned as James kicked him hard in the
ribs.
 
Leaning down, James sneered and Jared swallowed down the bile that rose up at
the lust that was in the usually cold face. “Oh no, I think I’ll be fucking you
until you talk,” he growled out and the guards chuckled again as he
straightened. “Find that southern brat and bring him in. Take this new fuck toy
to the play room,” he ordered as he stepped back.
 
Jared didn’t wait to see what would happen. George had covered for him and,
while it hurt him deeply, he had to make a break for it so that he could come
back and save his friend with help. He turned and swiftly made his way back to
the compost heap and put the scent dampening on him before burying the
container in the heap. He found the path after a few tense seconds as he heard
the dogs and searchers get a bit closer to his spot and dashed down the path as
carefully as he could considering that it was pitch black out. He had a small
flashlight that he’d managed to smuggle out, but he didn’t dare bring it out
while he was still so close to the compound.
 
The path wound in and out of the large forest that backed the mayor’s
illustrious mansion and Jared tripped a couple of times over roots. He was
exhausted and grief stricken, but he kept going even as dawn arrived. He looked
around and found that he was near the highway and swiftly ducked back into the
woods, continuing his flight within the thick foliage. As the day dawned, he
heard helicopters and knew they were looking for him, but he kept running. He
wasn’t gonna let them get him!
 
Finally, he came upon a remote gas station and snuck in the back. He stared as
he found lockers in the back and found some clothes to change into. He ditched
his old clothes, then went through the inventory, stealing snacks and drinks
and stuffing them into a knapsack he’d found. He swung the pack onto his back
and, after saluting the oblivious owner, snuck back out and into the woods. He
dodged through the trees and ate some of the sandwiches he’d stolen and guzzled
down a bottle of Gatorade as he ran. He stopped though around midday as he came
upon a small stream and a cave. He looked around as he panted and relaxed a bit
before stepping over the rocks and into the cave. He let his pack drop and all
but crumpled to the ground, falling asleep immediately as exhaustion swamped
him.
 
When he woke up later, he didn’t know how much time had passed, but he knew he
had to get moving again. He first took the time to eat again and drink some
water and Gatorade before repacking his bag and heading out. If he could stay
parallel to the highway, he would be able to get out of New York soon. He just
had to stay out of sight. He thought of George and stopped as he started crying
softly, grieving for his lost friend. He had a small hope he could save his
friend with help, but most of him was filled with guilt for having left him for
dead to save his own hide. ‘George...forgive me for abandoning you. I’ll avenge
you and your brothers...I swear,’ he thought to himself as he remembered the
last bit of quiet time they’d spent together two nights before. Curled up
together in bed after making sure that everyone had been asleep, they had just
held each other. It had been the day after the mayor’s forced sex, but they had
admitted that what they had shared, while unwanted at the time, had not been
completely forced. And they had promised to get out no matter what happened.
 
George though must have known that they might get separated for, after
finalizing their plans, he had made Jared promise that, if they did get
separated, they escape and get help to bring down the mayor. Jared had
protested, not wanting to think of them getting separated and the consequences.
But he had agreed eventually and had promised to keep going no matter what.
While he wished that he hadn’t made the promise and left George behind, he knew
that the reasoning was sound. With a sniffle, he wiped his face and
straightened up in determination. He would bring down that sick son of a bitch
Welling and pay him back for everything he’d done. He swore it as he started
his running again through the woods towards the state line.
 
Welling would pay.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter_Six
 
‘thoughts’
 
Warnings: Rape, knife play, beating, swearing, character death, voyeurism.
Really not pretty!
 
Welling sipped at his wine as he watched his wife suck off Boreanaz before
turning his attention to one of his guards who was fucking one of the kids he’d
brought along. He himself was enjoying the mouth of a girl who had been caught
stealing some candy and had caught his eye when he had been at the courthouse.
He had to admit that he enjoyed having her mouth stretched over his cock and
she did make the sweetest little whimpers that only made him harder. He thrust
into her mouth a couple of times, smirking as she gagged and sobbed, but it
only served to turn him on more. He gripped her hair hard and started thrusting
into her mouth, ignoring her muffled cries and whines as he sought his own
release. He grunted low in his throat and let his head fall back as he came
deep down her throat, not hearing her gagging and choking sounds as his release
overflowed and dribbled down her chin and neck.
 
He relaxed back and took another sip of his wine as he caught his breath,
shoving the girl away as he turned his gaze back to the veritable sex pit he
had around him. His guards were taking advantage of the various delinquents he
had brought along and his wife and personal bodyguard were enjoying each other
just as he liked it. He did love her for her beauty and lust for power as well
as her cruel nature. His heart though would always be with one man...the most
incredible man that he had ever seen.
 
The one man who had been denied to him.
 
He scowled at his thoughts and tilted an eyebrow as his wife came over and sat
down on his lap. He accepted her kiss and smirked as she caressed his cheek.
Marrying her had gotten him the power and money he’d needed and he’d steadily
gotten the influence that had landed him the seat of Mayor for New York City.
Eventually he planned on running for president, but he had time. He just
intended on enjoying his power and the perks while he had it.
 
He stroked a hand down her back and felt his arousal stir at her purr. They
slept around, but the time they spent together was always the fieriest. Such as
then as she turned on his lap, straddled it as she lowered herself onto his
cock, and leaned back into him as Boreanaz came over and pushed his cock in
alongside Welling’s. Welling couldn’t help the groan that came out of him and
just balanced his wife as she was fucked by him and his bodyguard. He bit her
shoulder hard as they moved and closed his eyes as her climax dragged his own
out. He relaxed as she fell back against his chest and he wrapped an arm around
her as Boreanaz pulled out of her. He watched lazily as Boreanaz went to one of
the cowering kids and yanked one up before bending the kid over the couch and
thrusting into his hole. The boy’s cry of pain was muffled as Boreanaz pushed
his face into the cushion when he thrust into the boy, tearing him and making
him bleed as he took his pleasure.
 
“Sir, James is on the phone.”
 
Welling looked over as he stroked a hand along his wife’s front and scowled as
he took the cell phone that was handed to him. “Better have a good reason for
interrupting my fun, James,” he snapped out before kissing the palm that
caressed his cheek.
 
“I am sorry sir, but I have to give you bad news.”
 
Welling’s eyes narrowed as his hand tightened on the phone. “What happened?” he
growled out as his other hand stilled on his wife’s belly. He felt her head
shift to watch him, but he didn’t look at her as he listened to his second.
 
“Two of the boys you’d left behind attempted to escape. One succeeded and we
haven’t brought him back. We think his partner knows where he’s heading, but
we’re...not getting anything out of him,” James stated and Welling growled
again at the chagrin he heard in his second’s voice.
 
“That’s not like you, James. Who escaped?” he snapped as he nudged his wife up
and pulled his pants up, buttoning them as he walked out of the room with Jaime
following him out as she straightened her own clothes after pulling them on. He
waved off his bodyguard’s glance as he stepped out.
 
“That Southern brat, Padalecki. He left his buddy George hanging to save his
own skin,” James replied in slight amusement, but seemed to sober as Welling’s
loud growl shot out. “We’ve searched everywhere and I’ve had search parties
going for the last two days. No luck.”
 
“Damnit James! I don’t need this news! You know if anyone finds out about what
goes on, we’re done! Now find that shit and now or you’ll find out what it
means to be one of those brats!” Welling snarled before hanging up. He looked
over at his wife as she leaned against the wall and went to her. He kissed her
hard, savagely and she returned it, letting him control her as he pinned her
against the wall. When he broke the kiss, she gasped and gazed at him
knowingly. He smirked back before touching her cheek. “Have to head back. We’re
in deep shit if things don’t get controlled now,” he explained huskily.
 
“Always happens when you let lust cloud your mind, Tommy. Get yourself under
control and think clearly or you’ll fuck up again,” she warned him and chuckled
as he kissed her again while stroking down her front.
 
Breaking the kiss once more, Welling stared at her and licked his lips. “David,
get the private jet ready and those brats ready to go. We need to get back to
New York now,” he ordered, not even looking over his shoulder as his bodyguard
started talking on his cell. He ran his hand up his wife’s skirt and stroked
her center and tilted an eyebrow as she spread her legs for him. Their mutual
lust was still as hot and passionate as when they had first met. He shifted her
leg up around his waist as she unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out,
then lifted her and thrust hard into her, earning a shout of pleasure from her.
He rolled his hips rapidly, just watching her as she clung to him. This woman
was his equal, but she seemed to know that she was second. Yet that didn't stop
them and he proved it to her as he pushed them both over the edge as he
exploded in her.
 
They panted for air and trembled and he held her close, just enjoying being
inside of her. He wanted to stay there and even considered it as she rolled her
hips a bit, teasing him a bit more. But he pulled from her and straightened his
clothes as he headed for their room to pack. He’d leave it to his servants to
get things taken care of with the brats and their supplies. He just needed to
focus on what they needed to do.
 
Ten minutes later found them heading for the airport and the private jet
waiting for them. They were in the air half an hour later and landing in New
York City seven hours later, of which most of that time was spent with him
getting his frustrations out on either the kids or with his wife before they
landed. He had a political smile on his face and his wife on his arm as they
went through the media to the limos waiting for them, but it dropped as soon as
they were in the car and heading for the mansion. His face was set in stone the
entire drive and as they went into the house. He ignored James as he went
straight to the play room, already knowing that that would be where George was.
He was right.
 
George was strapped over a table naked, his body already whipped and showing
signs of multiple rapes. He was gagged, but still glared at him with unbroken
spirit, which only served to arouse and anger the mayor. Welling locked the
door behind him as he kept his gaze on the redhead and then loosened his tie
and took it off with his jacket before throwing them to the side in a sloppy
heap. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt as he came to the side of the
table, his eyes traveling slowly over the rigid pale freckled skin. “So,
George...I hear you and Jared made a break for it. Too bad the Southern brat
decided you were worth dropping to save his own skin,” he commented and
chuckled as George snarled at him through the gag. Casually, the mayor went
over to the side dresser that was nearby and opened the top drawer. He clicked
open the bottom of the drawer and took out a small white box. “Well since you
don’t seem to want to talk, looks like I’ll be resorting to...other methods,”
he remarked as he opened the box.
 
He reached in carefully and brought out the hypodermic needle and one of the
small jars. He tipped the jar upside down and pressed the needle in after
uncapping it, then drew out some of the liquid. After placing the empty jar
down, he went over to the table and made a show of tapping the needle before
squeezing out some of the fluid, clearing the tip. He roughly grabbed George’s
arm and pinned it down as the boy struggled before jabbing the needle in and
plunging the drug into the kid’s system. He smirked as he straightened and
pulled the needle out before going over and putting it back into the box. His
smirk grew as he heard the moan from the kid and pulled out a special dagger.
It was laced with a slow poison that brought burning pain and unquenchable
arousal. Any victim of the poison either died from the poison itself or from
being fucked to death.
 
He went back to the table and removed the gag from George’s mouth, watching the
redhead’s head loll as dazed eyes tried to focus on him. The drug he had given
was a hallucinogen that worked to be a good truth serum. “Now...I think you
have something to tell me about Padalecki,” he purred as he took the dagger and
sliced a thin line along George’s chest, grinning evilly as the boy writhed and
whimpered. It was a delicious sound, reminding him of the other two that he had
disposed of from that family. “Where is Padalecki?” he asked darkly and licked
his lips as he began slicing in various spots across the writhing body.
 
“I-I don’t...know...” George whimpered as his head tossed. His cock was already
red and leaking hard as it curled against his blood laced stomach. He gasped as
Welling dug the dagger in deeper, slicing through his chest to leak out an
oozing line of dark red blood. “I-I swear! W-We were just...g-gonna run!” he
cried out as he fought against his bonds, thrusting his cock desperately into
the air as he whined. He arched as the dagger sliced a thin line along his cock
and screamed in agony as he jerked in both pain and release as his cock spurted
white fluid onto his chest and stomach, mingling with the blood that was
streaming out.
 
Scowling, Welling flipped the dagger and stabbed it into George’s chest between
two ribs as he snarled in rage. He undid his pants and pulled out his hard cock
before going between the choking and gasping boy’s thighs and plunging into his
hole. He started thrusting hard and fast as he punched the boy repeatedly as he
demanded answers from the yelling boy before taking the dagger and stabbing the
jerking body under him multiple times, not even seeing or hearing when the boy
stilled under him as he lost himself to his rage filled lust. He cried out
angrily as he climaxed, filling up the dead body with his seed before pulling
out and grimacing. He went over to the dresser and grabbed some antiseptic
wipes to clean up his body before fixing his clothes. After tossing the wipes
onto the mutilated body, he went to the door and opened it. “Get rid of the
body and keep up the searches. I want all available officers searching high and
low for that brat. Get that lazy ass commissioner Kane on it too. And James...”
He waited until the blond was looking at him. “If that boy gets out, you won’t
live to see another day. Got it?” he growled out softly and strode away as the
blond nodded tersely.
 
He went to his office and slouched into his chair before looking out the
window. ‘They better the hell find that brat...dead or alive,’ he thought
angrily and an evil smirk slid across his lips as he watched the dead leaves
blow across the gardens. Oh yes, he’d make that shit pay.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter_Seven
 
‘thoughts’
 
Warnings: Language, violence, character death. >.< SORRY!
 
It had been a week since he'd escaped from Mayor Welling's mansion, yet Jared
didn't feel any more at ease for all his progress away from that hellhole. He
knew he was near the border between New York and Pennsylvania since he'd been
checking how the mile markers were periodically in his flight. He rested
sporadically, but his fear had been the driving force to his flight that it was
usually only for short amounts of time. But he knew he'd need a break soon or
he was going to collapse.
 
His 'break' came in the form of a rundown truck stop that he found just on the
border between the two states. He knew that he shouldn't risk coming out of the
woods where he could be caught, but the idea of a hot shower and some warm food
made the decision for him. So he trudged out of the woods and across the gravel
parking lot to the back of the truck stop. He crept in and glanced around
before heading towards the trucker's lounge and the showers he knew were there.
When he'd run away from home way back, he'd gotten to know truck stops very
well. 'Almost too well,' he thought with a grimace as he glanced around. The
memories of sucking off many a trucker as he hitchhiked to NYC flashed before
his eyes, but he shook them off and headed into the shower area.
 
He made sure the coast was clear and stripped down before stepping into a
shower stall. He stopped though and went looking through some of the bags that
had been left there. He smirked in triumph when he found shampoo and some
shower gel, then grabbed some paper towels and went into the stall again. He
turned on the hot water and sighed in relief as it pelted onto him, warming him
up. With it being November, the days and nights had been getting colder and the
scrappy clothes he’d stolen hadn’t been cutting it. Being in the forest had
protected him some, but not by much. But now he felt better as he cleaned off
the grime that had built up on him over the past week and a half. When he had
finished after the fourth or fifth time, he stepped out and wiped off with more
paper towels. He searched the bags again and found some large boxers that were
clean and then a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt that were huge on him, but they
were warm. He pulled the hood up over his head and stuffed his old clothes into
the bag before pulling on his worn out shoes.
 
He went out the back and around to the front and went inside to the restaurant.
He slid into a booth and smiled charmingly at the elderly waitress as she came
over with a menu. “Cup of coffee, hon?” she asked as she smiled back and Jared
shook his head.
 
“Some milk?” he replied instead as he flashed a dimpled smile at her hopefully.
She nodded and left to get his milk and he opened up the menu. It was at that
time just between lunch and breakfast, so he decided to get some breakfast
since it had been days since he’d had anything substantial. He glanced around
after deciding to get the full breakfast and noted a group of truckers sitting
and chatting in a booth in the far corner. His eyes slid to a tall man dressed
in a black leather long coat who was sitting by himself in a booth across the
room. What caught Jared’s eye though was the hawk that was sitting patiently
next to the man, taking the little scraps of meat that were offered from the
steady fingers. It didn’t look like the owner was against the hawk and Jared
could tell that it was indeed well trained. He had just never seen such an
amazing creature so close. When his gaze slid back to the stranger’s face which
was partially hidden under a dark tattered Stetson, he saw a well kept beard
along a chiseled chin and lips that then curved with a soft smile. He couldn’t
see any more of that face, but the whole aura of the guy and his hawk had him
intrigued.
 
He instantly looked away when the hawk chirped and looked over at him, but he
could feel the man’s gaze on him, pondering and thoughtful and oh so intense.
He felt goose bumps along his body and shivered, but he couldn’t tell if it was
a good shiver or a bad one. He looked up when the milk was put before him and
smiled before giving his order. He nodded as she confirmed his order and then
took a long gulp of his milk, almost emptying it. He licked his lips and picked
at the table top, frowning in thought. He knew that he had to cross over into
Pennsylvania before he could get anything going to save George and the others
from the mayor, but he honestly wasn’t sure he could do it. He was just a kid
and that asshole had a lot of power. He would have to get people who weren’t
already turned to the mayor’s side by money. He just had to figure out who to
trust.
 
Blinking as his food was put before him, he smiled winningly at the waitress as
she refilled his glass. He was thankful that he’d grabbed the cash he’d found
at the last gas station he’d hit two days before. At least he could get
something decent to eat. He dug into his food after nodding at her in
reassurance that he was happy with things and groaned as the food hit his
growling stomach. God, fried eggs and crispy bacon had never tasted so good!
 
He was just finishing up with his food when he heard the door open with a clang
and looked over. Almost instantly, his heart stilled as he saw the badges of
New York City police on black leather jackets. He felt fear wash over him as he
saw Lt. Carlson walking in with four other cops and quickly turned away and
shrunk down a bit as they walked in and looked around.
 
“Can I help you, gentlemen?” the waitress asked kindly, though Jared could hear
the worry and alarm in her voice. Cops more than likely rarely came out this
far, much less NYC cops. He peeked over to watch them as his stomach roiled
over the newly ingested food.
 
“We’re looking for an escaped delinquent, ma’am, and have reason to believe
he’s traveled out this way in order to avoid the authorities. We believe he is
linked to several murders of other delinquents that had been serving time with
him in the honorable Mayor Welling’s home. Have you seen a teenage boy about
six feet with dark curly hair and green eyes?” the lead man answered as he
tipped his hat back to gaze at the waitress with cold blue eyes underneath an
icy smile.
 
Jared could hear the woman hesitate and watched her glance a bit towards where
he was. He could see her hesitance and good heartedness, but cops were cops.
Why would they lie? ‘She wouldn’t know how corrupt they are and I’m just a
kid,’ he thought in growing fear and looked back at his nearly empty plate.
Biting his lip, he made up his mind and grabbed his bag slowly as he tensed up
and glanced over slowly. He saw that the truckers were silent as they watched
the confrontation in curiosity and noted that the lone guy was no longer where
he had been and had a feeling he was on his own. His gaze slid towards where he
needed to escape and knew that he’d be able to escape if he could use the
element of surprise as best he could. Steeling himself, he gripped the table
and used it to push off just as the waitress was about to answer. He ran as he
quickly as he could towards the door, avoiding arms that tried to grab him as
shouts and yells shot out, ordering him to stop.
 
Ignoring them, he grunted as he rammed into one of the guards and knocked the
guy off balance before skidding around the corner to the doors. He rammed into
them and nearly tripped as they gave way easily to his momentum and had managed
to get out and a couple feet away before his arm was grabbed and he was yanked
back. He cried out in surprise and struggled to keep his balance and yank free,
but he was quickly pinned with both his arms behind his back. He snarled as he
fought to break loose of the grip, then glared as his hood was pulled off,
revealing his face. He squinted as the noon sun blinded him for a minute before
it was blocked with the sneering face of the lead cop.
 
“Well well well...if it isn’t the escaped brat. Did you have a good breakfast,
brat? It’ll be your last one for a long time,” was drawled as a strong rough
hand gripped his chin and forced him to look up into icy blue eyes. “Shoulda
kept to the woods...” was purred out as the cop looked into his eyes. His jaw
was squeezed painfully and he grimaced a bit, but didn’t react any other way.
They had a staring contest for a minute before the cop smirked and chuckled
evilly, chilling Jared through his core. “Carlson, take this shit to the car.
Time to take him back to his...keeper,” he ordered and laughed as Jared growled
and struggled again.
 
“I ain’t goin’ back to that murderin’ asshole!” Jared shouted as he was pushed
along towards one of the squad cars that were parked outside of the restaurant.
He struggled and fought, twisting and kicking to get free as he dug his heels
in as well.
 
Suddenly, the sound of a shotgun cocking shot through the air, seeming to stop
all sound as they looked over in surprise to where the sound had come from.
Jared squinted and blinked as he saw the stranger with the hawk standing in
front of the cars, shotgun pointed at them as he glared. “Let the boy go,
Kane.”
 
The first cop scowled, and then realization dawned on his face before he
sneered. “Morgan...back in town I see. You’ll regret that,” he stated darkly
before reaching over and grabbing Jared by the hair and yanking him over. “This
kid’s going back to the mayor of New York City,” he growled as he jerked Jared
a bit, causing the boy to grab at his hands and sink to the ground.
 
“Your ‘illustrious’ mayor ain’t touchin’ that boy anymore,” the man called
Morgan said as he retook his aim. He shifted then as Carlson moved, then his
face softened. “Steve...” he murmured fondly as a smile slid out briefly.
 
Carlson also smiled a bit sadly. “Commissioner Morgan...been a long time old
friend,” he said quietly as he relaxed a bit, though both sides stayed wary.
 
“Hey Morgan...catch!” Kane suddenly shifted and reached over, shoving Carlson
right at Morgan as he yanked Jared to the side. Carlson stumbled right into
Morgan as the shotgun went off and Morgan caught Steve as he fell into the
older man’s arms, knocking his hat off.
 
“Steve...” Morgan whispered in dismay as he held his dead friend, and then
glared at Kane as he laughed and tried to get Jared to move. “Kane! You’re
dead!” he snarled out as he brought out a dagger and threw it, forcing the cop
to dodge with a curse and let go of Jared. Jared scrambled away as a fight
started between Morgan and the remaining officers.
 
Jared didn’t look back as he ran and looked up as a hawk shrieked above him
before glancing over when he heard shouts and curses. The sounds were suddenly
drowned out by the growl of a motorcycle as it started up and grew closer to
him. He panicked and tried running faster, but a hand on his collar dragged him
onto the back of a black Harley Davidson before it roared off. He ducked down
as gun shots were heard, but they stopped and he looked back to see the hawk
dive bombing and scattering the cops before swooping off to join them as they
went speeding down the road. He wrapped his arms tightly around Morgan’s waist
and wondered just what the hell had happened.
 
Looking up, he gazed at the grim profile of the much older man and found his
stomach fluttering, though he couldn’t tell if it was dread, nerves...or
desire. ‘I am in so much trouble,’ he thought as he rested his cheek against
the warm leathered back cautiously. He just couldn’t figure out if that was
good or bad.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter_Eight
 
‘thoughts’
 
The soft sounds of birds chirping seemed to fill the silence that was hanging
between the two men as they ate a dry lunch of sandwiches and water while
sitting against a couple of large trees. The Harley had been pulled off the
street with them and hidden by some large bushes as several cop cars and even a
helicopter had gone by in search of them. Jared didn’t know how they weren’t
found, but somehow a bunch of bushes served to hide them. He had a feeling the
guy had more tricks on hiding under his sleeve than Jared could even fathom.
That didn’t mean he was going to let his guard down.
 
Swallowing his sandwich down with a gulp of water, he eyed his silent savior.
He shifted a bit and cleared his throat. “So you knew Lieutenant Carlson?” he
asked as he ducked his head when the piercing hazel eyes focused on him almost
lazily. He knew the guy wasn’t one bit lazy, not with how he fought off those
cops or the danger that seemed to just radiate from him. It was kind of scary
yet, in a dark thrilling way that had your stomach roiling in both wariness and
excitement. He wondered briefly if it was just his teenage hormones or all the
recent excitement from his escape, but either way, he was on the fence about
staying with this guy.
 
He was pretty deep in his thoughts, so he almost missed the answer that was
rumbled at him. “He was my second at the NYPD.” Jared looked up at that and
blinked in surprise, then felt his wariness grow as ‘NYPD’ clicked in. Morgan
must have seen it because his smile was pretty humorless. “The mayor has a
tendency to silence or try to silence those who oppose him. Looks like you got
on his bad side,” he commented before handing another scrap of meat to his
hawk.
 
“Yea...bad side...” Jared mumbled as he curled up a bit. ‘Not under him like he
wanted...asshole...’ he thought gloomily as he toed at some leaves that were
near his shoes. He wrapped his arms around his knees and watched the guy who
was watching him. He couldn’t tell anything really about the guy except what
had been revealed so far. But he had a feeling this guy was seriously
dangerous. He just didn’t know for whom.
 
He glanced up when he heard some shifting and watched as Morgan stood and
stretched. The hawk took flight with a cry and Jared’s gaze followed it as it
circled up through the trees. “He’s going to check ahead. We better get on the
road and to a place to stay. It’s getting late.” Morgan’s smooth husky voice
broke through Jared’s thoughts again and brought his attention back to the
older man as he brushed out his long coat.
 
“He?” Jared bit his lip as the question slipped out, but he relaxed when he saw
the easy grin on Morgan’s face.
 
“Yea, he. My partner. Come on...we better get going before we lose anymore
daylight,” Morgan replied before heading over to his bike. He opened one of the
side bags and offered Jared another bottle of water. “What’s your name, kid?”
he asked and Jared wondered briefly how long it would have taken the guy to ask
him that as he took the bottle.
 
“Jared. Jared Padalecki,” he finally said after a minute and a gulp of the
water. He tilted his head as he watched Morgan fix his bag. “You?”
 
“Jeff. Jeff Morgan,” was offered and coupled with a grin over a broad shoulder.
 
Jared swallowed and managed a weak grin but his hormones were definitely
pushing his indecision on trusting this guy into ‘All Systems GO!’ mode as he
looked over the broad back and down the long legs before standing straighter
when Jeff shifted. He swallowed hard again and licked his lips but then felt
guilty as he thought about George. ‘Get it together. You gotta get out of the
state and get help for George!’ he snapped at himself as he shook his head. He
watched Jeff get on his bike and scuffed at the ground a bit. “Thanks for
um...saving my life. Guess I’ll see you around,” he finally said as he shrugged
into the hoodie he’d stolen. He pulled on his backpack and was just getting
ready to step out of the bushes when the sound of the bike revving caught his
attention. He turned and watched as Morgan straddled the bike and settled in.
 
The piercing hazel gaze landed on Jared again and Jared had to fight the urge
to squirm as he flushed a bit. Morgan’s lips slowly parted in a knowing grin
before looking ahead. “I’m going after the mayor...and you’re my ticket in,” he
stated lowly above the growl of his bike before looking over at Jared, his gaze
cutting through Jared. “Get on.”
 
Jared held his hands up and backed away. “Look, dude...I want at the mayor too.
He’s killed a lot of my friends! But how’re you going to bring that asshole
down? Especially since he’s got all of the police in New York under his thumb!
Dude you’re fuckin’ crazy!” he protested as he backed away some more. He gulped
hard as Morgan brought out a Colt, cocked it, and pointed it directly at him.
 
“You have no idea what is going on or what has happened, but you are the only
way I’m going to get close enough to put a bullet between that son of a bitch’s
eyes. Crazy? No...I’m not crazy or insane or mental. I’m a man with a mission
to remove the stain that is that thing in power. Now...are you gonna help or do
I have to drag you on?” The growl seemed to vibrate above the purr of the bike
and shoved through Jared like a hot dagger. It was dangerous and enticing and
Jared found he couldn’t resist. But he also came to a decision as he crawled
onto the back of the bike.
 
This guy was dangerous and he had better find a way to get as far away as
possible or else he was going to end up just as bad if he’d stuck around with
the mayor.
 
They drove along the back roads until an hour before sunset and then pulled
into a rundown farm. They both looked over as a rather haggard man and his
cowering wife crept out from the farmhouse warily. The farmer cocked a rather
shabby looking shotgun and pointed it at them as they came to a stop in front
of their house. Jeff tilted his hat up and gazed at them with an open
expression and a gentle smile. “We’re looking for a place for the night,” he
said soothingly as he sat up.
 
“And we’re willing to pay,” Jared piped up with a charming smile as he pulled
out the wad of cash he’d stolen from one of the gas stations he’d hit. His
smile faded a bit as the shot gun was turned on him. ‘And I thought *I* was
paranoid!’ he thought as he snuggled closer to Jeff’s back for protection.
 
“No room...no room,” the farmer stated sharply as he shook his head and the
portly wife nodded in agreement as she hid behind her scrawny husband.
 
“We would be willing to stay in your barn. It’s for the night only and we will
pay for your hospitality,” Jeff answered as he gazed at them. Jared sat tensely
behind Jeff as the two seemed to have a silent conversation before nodding.
 
“Barn...you go,” the farmer ordered and pointed at the run down building that
served as a barn. Jeff nodded and handed them a small wad of bills, which the
husband snatched away almost immediately before stepping back as first Jeff,
then Jared got off of the black Harley and went towards the ramshackle
building.
 
Jared felt them watching as they walked towards the barn and moved a bit closer
to Jeff as they walked along. He glanced over and saw Jeff’s small smirk and
relaxed a bit. He had a feeling Jeff had their backs, but he could still be
wary. He went inside with Jeff and glanced around, shivering as the setting sun
took away the warmth from the shaded building. Being near the woods didn’t help
with keeping the warmth, but at least it would be insulated from the wind and
the night if nothing else. He watched Jeff get his bike set and covered, then
scratched his head. “I’m gonna go get some firewood. Gonna need a fire to keep
warm since you know they won’t let us in,” he muttered before ducking his head
and heading out into the woods after seeing Jeff’s nod. He glanced up at the
sky and shivered again as he saw how low the sun was. He didn’t have much time.
 
Carefully, he climbed up the small hill that was behind the barn and stepped
through the overgrowth and watched out for the roots as he grabbed small
branches that were dry enough to use for firewood. He tripped a couple of times
as he dodged some low hanging branches, but outside of cussing, he sighed and
straightened up before adjusting his load. He kept going for a while, muttering
about his luck of hooking up with some hot guy who had a vendetta that was
gonna get them killed, but then stopped as he heard a wolf howl. He swallowed
hard as he stilled and listened intently, and then nearly jumped as the howl
sounded again, closer this time. He looked around frantically as a branch
snapped and bit his lip. “Hello?”
 
A low growl answered him as more branches snapped progressively closer to him
and he backed away as he looked around, heart pounding as he realized how far
he was from the barn. He swallowed hard, and then bit his lip as an idea came
to him. “Hey Joe...you still got that gun on you? Hey awesome...Yea Phil...good
thing you sharpened your knives. Let’s...head back to the rest of the gang,
yea?” he called out then lowered his voice. “Yea sure!” He turned and added in
a higher pitch, “Sure let’s go!”
 
Another branch snapped near him as the growling grew louder and he gasped in
fear before starting to run, heading back the way he came. “Take that shot,
Joe! You go Phil!” he shouted breathlessly and whimpered as the growling grew
louder, following him as he dodged to the barn through the trees. He skidded
down the hill on the wet leaves with a cry. He rolled and stood up as quickly
as he could, holding his side from when he’d hit a rock. He limped over to a
large stump as he gasped for air, trying to hear over his pounding heart for
the wolf. He relaxed a bit when he didn’t hear anything and started for the
barn again, but then suddenly he saw a shadow to his side. He screamed in shock
and dodged as the farmer swung at him with a rusty sickle. “Jeff!! Help!” he
cried out in terror and ran, scrambling through the moldy leaves when he fell
and looked back to see the farmer come after him again with a rage filled
snarl.
 
But suddenly, a huge black wolf leapt at the farmer, snarling as he knocked
down the shrieking farmer and proceeded to tear the old man’s throat out. Jared
screamed as well and ran for the barn, crying out for Morgan as he went in. He
looked around frantically as the farmer’s cries died down to gurgles and found
the bike and brought out the shot gun that was strapped on the side. He cocked
it and found that it needed bullets, so he searched for them, his hands shaking
and dropping half of them as he soon as he’d discovered them. He ran to the
barn window and ducked down as he put in two cartridges with shaking hands
before standing and taking aim. He panted shakily and swallowed as he took a
bead on the wolf and bit his lip. He’d never killed before...
 
He nearly leapt out of his skin and muffled his yell when a hand stopped him
and drew the gun away. He turned, Jeff’s name on his lips, but instead found
himself facing an almost ethereal vision. A man stood before him, pale and
sandy blond hair that gently framed a sharp chiseled face peeking from a dark
hood. Intense green eyes caught his own and held him as he shook his head.
“Shhh,” was whispered huskily and Jared found his stomach flipping much as it
had when he’d met Jeff Morgan.
 
Jeff.
 
“W-Wolf...out there...killed th-that f-farmer dude...J-Jeff...gotta f-find
him!” he whispered frantically and stuttered to a stop as a small smile crossed
the man’s face before he turned and went to the door. “Wait n-no! The w-wolf
will get you!” Jared cried and went after the older man, grabbing for the arm
that was hidden in the long coat the man was wearing. He recognized it then as
Jeff’s coat and gulped. ‘What the hell!?’
 
The man turned to him and smiled again. “It’s all right...” he murmured before
going out and meeting up with the wolf, who greeted him eagerly with a lick at
the slender hand and a whine of pleasure when the stranger stroked his fingers
through the thick fur.
 
Panting in shock, Jared turned and leaned against the doorjamb of the barn.
“I’m dreaming...no wait, I’m awake. I-I must be dreaming I’m awake then...or am
I awake thinking I’m asleep, dreaming I’m awake?” he wondered in a slightly
panicky voice as he ran a hand through his hair and yanked a bit.
 
“You are dreaming.”
 
Jared’s eyes widened when he heard the confirmation and he whimpered before
dashing into the barn and climbing up into the loft. He watched the stranger
and the wolf walk into the woods and then curled up a bit. “I don’t want
this...I don’t want this...” he muttered as he curled up.
 
But how could he get out of it?
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter_Nine
 
‘thoughts’
 
“And as a final note, I think that we should start looking into using more
programs to get the gangs out of the streets and into better working jobs that
give them responsibility.”
 
Mayor Welling nodded in a show of hearing what the representative was saying
but was already rejecting the idea in his head. ‘I’m not giving my fuck toys a
way out of trouble. That would ruin *my* fun,’ he thought as he pasted on a
political smile for the finished lobbyist. “I will look into it, Brookston.
Have a good day and thank you for your time,” he stated as he closed the
notepad that he had been faking taking notes in before standing and shaking
hands with the representative and his two assistants.
 
“Thank you for your time, Mayor Welling,” the representative purred before
smiling, but Welling was saved from trying to fake a response when Commissioner
Kane came in and scowled at them.
 
“Forgive the intrusion, but I need to speak with you Mayor Welling,” Kane said
gruffly and nodded at the representative and his assistants. The three people
seemed to sense the dismissal and made their way out as Kane stood before the
Mayor.
 
Welling chewed on his inner lip as he glared at the Commissioner. “You better
have a good reason for returning empty handed,” he spat out before standing
slowly.
 
“Carlson’s dead. We found the kid about twenty miles from the border with
Pennsylvania, but we ran into some trouble,” Kane reported with a growl as he
looked down and rubbed his side a bit.
 
“What kind of trouble and who the fuck killed Carlson?!” Welling demanded as he
came around his desk and got into Kane’s face.
 
Looking up slowly, Kane sneered. “Morgan’s back.”
 
Welling’s face paled and he stumbled back a bit in shock, clearly not expecting
that. “Morgan...” he whispered and turned away, not even acknowledging the
commissioner. Images of his former commissioner in a compromising position with
the man that he had lusted after so much flashed before his eyes and felt that
same cold rage well up. He snarled as he grabbed a trophy and flung it at a
wall. He didn’t even acknowledge the sound of it smashing as he whirled around
to face his stunned subordinate. “Find that brat and kill Morgan! But don’t you
dare touch the hawk! If you kill it, I will hang your innards up the flagpole
and give new meaning to letting it flow free, do you hear me!?” he shouted
angrily before backhanding the other man.
 
Wiping the back of his hand along his mouth to get the blood, Kane nodded
sharply before turning on his heel and walking out. Welling didn’t even hear
the door shut as he stormed to his window and looked out over the city. His
land. ‘How could Morgan have returned without me knowing?! That asshole..’ he
snarled in thought, but he also felt fear and the tug of just what he had paid
for the curse he had cast well up in him before he shook it off.
 
Hearing the door open, he turned and glared at James as the blond came in.
“What is it James?” he snapped angrily and crossed his arms over his chest to
hide their shaking.
 
“I just heard from Kane’s subordinates. Morgan’s back in the state. Do you want
me to send out more officers to track him down?” James asked nonchalantly and
that pissed Welling off even more.
 
“Fuck off, James! You’re the shithead that told me about them after finding out
from that buddy of yours! You know what will happen if they try to go during
the day! No...” Welling trailed off as he started thinking, then sneered
evilly, his face becoming almost shadowed with the evil. “Get me Kreuk. She’s
the best hunter out there with her partner. For now, that bumbling fool Kane
can handle getting the brat. I’ll leave dealing with finding Jensen and Morgan
up to Kreuk,” he stated quietly and smiled as he tapped his fingers on the
desk.
 
Nodding once, James turned. “As you wish,” he said before leaving the room.
 
Smirking, Welling turned back to looking out the window. His thoughts returned
to the one he had wanted and had been denied. ‘I *will* have you, Jensen. You
denied me once...you won’t the next time. I always get what I want,’ he thought
and chuckled. He had time.
 
Plenty of time...
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter_Ten
 
‘thoughts’
 
Warnings: Violence and swearing. Nothing too huge...>.>
 
Closing his eyes as he waited for Morgan to cover their tracks off of the road,
Jared sighed and then shivered before huddling into his hoodie more. It had
gotten really cold overnight and he didn't think he'd be able to stay warm if
they were going to be constantly out in this kind of weather. He glanced over
as he heard the crunch of boots on leaves and watched as Jeff came into the
little glade that they'd taken refuge in for lunch. He quickly caught the
sandwich and water that was tossed at him from the side bags and smiled at Jeff
in gratitude before tearing open the stale sandwich and digging in. He moaned a
bit as he swallowed the food, enjoying it even if it was stale, but then his
stomach flipped a bit when he heard Jeff's low chuckle before the older man
settled onto the ground across from him. He watched the other man for a minute
as he ate, and then finally decided to ask about the other night. "So,
um...where were you last night?" he asked before taking another bite out of the
sandwich.
 
Jeff didn't look at him as he chewed before murmuring, "Out casing the
perimeter. Why?"
 
Jared frowned, not liking the answer as he watched the hawk come to land on
Jeff's shoulder and taking the offered bit of sandwich delicately from Jeff's
fingers. "There was a wolf and he attacked that old farmer dude and killed him.
And then there was this other guy...felt like a dream..." he mumbled as he toed
at the ground before taking another bite of his sandwich. When there was no
answer, he glanced up into a pair of intent hazel eyes and swallowed. 'What did
I say?'
 
"Tell me about this dream guy...maybe he'll come visit my dreams," Jeff
requested softly and Jared blinked when he saw the soft longing and sorrow on
the older man's face. He also felt excited because this confirmed that Morgan
was definitely into the male companionship.
 
"He was tall, about as tall as you. Pale skin with freckles I think and the
most amazing green eyes. His lips were full and I wanted to kiss them, yet he
had such...sadness in his eyes that I held back," Jared said as he sat up,
remembering the guy who had appeared to him the other night. "He looked like he
knew everything that had happened and was confident when he went to meet the
wolf. It was almost like...they knew each other and were companions," he added,
trailing off in a mumble as he thought about the other night. He looked up at
Morgan again and felt his heart ache at the barely hidden despair. 'Why does it
feel like he knows who I'm talking about? What's going on?' he wondered before
shutting up and finishing his sandwich.
 
"We'll rest here for a couple of hours. The hawk will warn us if we're in
danger," Morgan murmured as he sat back and pulled his hat down over his eyes.
"Stay close," he added, more than likely hearing Jared shifting around.
 
Feeling guilty, for he had been thinking of just taking off, Jared snuggled as
best he could into his hoodie and relaxed. In truth, he hadn't slept well the
other night, too scared of the wolf and that strange man and what they might do
to him. So it didn't take him long to relax and fall asleep. It seemed like
he'd just fallen asleep though when he was shaken awake. He mumbled and looked
up into Morgan's amused face and felt his heart stop again with how near the
older man was. He couldn't understand why he was reacting as he was. And not
just to Morgan, but to that stranger he had met the other night. Sure they were
both incredibly hot, but to be lusting after them both after what he had gone
through with Welling...shouldn't he be feeling just a bit more on guard and a
lot less horny?
 
'You'd think so,' he muttered silently as he got up with a hand up by Morgan,
then brushed himself off after stretching. He scratched at his head sleepily
and sighed as he wandered over to Morgan's side as the older man got things
packed into his bags. He stopped though as he saw a glint of grey. It was the
shirt that he had glimpsed on the other guy! Biting his lip, he watched Morgan
and saw the longing again and wondered just what was going on. He looked down
and made a decision then. No matter how much he wanted this guy, he had to get
away. Something fishy was going on and he didn't want a part of it. He glanced
up as the hawk swooped by with a cry and looked over as Morgan nodded and got
onto the Harley. He didn't hesitate to help Jared on as well before revving up
the bike and driving back towards the road, heading once more towards New York
City.
 
They stopped again about an hour before sunset at a rundown cabin that appeared
to be abandoned and Jared knew this was his chance. Faking that he was going to
get some firewood, he stepped out of the cabin. But before he could get
anywhere, a hand on the back of his neck stopped him and he looked up slowly
into Jeff's amused gaze. He was caught.
 
"Jared, I can't have you going out into the woods at this hour," Jeff stated
deeply and Jared had a really hard time figuring out if his shiver was from
fear or desire. This guy just had that kind of effect on him.
 
"I'm not going far. Just getting firewood," Jared protested and was mortified
when he whimpered as he was sat down on the top step of the cabin, facing
towards the door. He struggled a bit and whimpered again as a handcuff was
clicked around his wrist before his arms were gently maneuvered back and the
second restraint was locked into place. He pulled a bit, but while it was loose
enough to not cut into his skin, it was still locked so that he couldn't
escape. He looked up as Jeff came around and squatted in front of him.
"Jeff..."
 
"We have a stack of firewood in the cabin, so I knew what you were doing. I
can't let you escape, Jared. You're my only ticket in to getting close enough
to that bastard so I can end his miserable reign." Jeff's eyes were filled with
sympathy, but also a hardness that told Jared he meant business. Still, it
didn't help when a large hand cupped Jared's cheek tenderly, relaxing him a
bit. "Stay here. You're safe. I'll come back to you soon," Jeff ordered before
standing and trotting down the steps and into the woods as the sun went down.
 
Jared curled up a bit and shivered as the sun went down and it got darker. A
cool wind blew up and he looked out, watching as a storm started rolling in
from the west. 'Great...a snowstorm or something,' he thought to himself, and
then shivered as he heard a wolf's howl nearby. "Man I thought I'd lost that
guy," he whined and struggled a bit with his bonds.
 
Suddenly, he heard some huffing and branches breaking and saw the stranger from
the other night dart past, trying to catch a rabbit as it dashed through the
dead leaves. He watched for a minute, just observing the strength and agility
that seemed to flow with the strong lithe body, but then he saw his
opportunity. He cleared his throat and then felt chagrined as he caused the
other man to lose his prey. "Hey...sorry 'bout that..." he said apologetically
as accusing green eyes focused on him after the other man sat down hard while
huffing and puffing.
 
"Who're you?" the stranger asked as he wiped at his brow before glaring at
where the rabbit had darted to freedom.
 
"Jared...who're you?" Jared answered and smiled winningly when the glare turned
onto him.
 
The glare softened and a warm chuckle floated out. "Name's Jensen. Jensen
Ackles. What are you doing tied up?" Jensen inquired as he stood up and, after
brushing off his ass, came over and up the stairs to squat in front of Jared.
 
Jared swallowed hard and looked pleadingly up at Jensen. "These guys came and
tied me up. They went to get some beer after telling me that they were going to
use me. Please...let me go?" he pleaded and bit his lip as it wibbled.
 
Jensen frowned a bit and sighed before looking around. He found a piece of wire
and, after straightening it, leaned in close to Jared and began picking the
handcuffs' lock. When they opened, he sat back, but Jared could feel his body
still tingling with Jensen's nearness and the scent of pure male clung to his
nose. He smiled up at Jensen as the other man stood and he rubbed his wrists
while eyeing the handcuffs still in Jensen’s hand. “Thank you,” he said and
stood as well, then pulled back when he ended up nearly pressed into Jensen. He
flashed a smile and trotted down the steps just as the wolf howled again. He
glanced back to see Jensen coming down as well while looking around watchfully
and wondered again what the older man had in connection with the wolf. ‘It’s
kind of like with Jeff and the hawk...’ he thought then saw his opportunity to
escape when Jensen turned towards the woods where the wolf was howling. He
quickly dashed down the path that they’d taken to get to the cabin and ran as
fast as he could until he came to the road.
 
Crossing the road to the other side, he headed right, not really sure which way
he needed to go outside of getting away from Jeff and his weird ass crusade. He
ran for another few miles, glad that he’d actually kept up with his running
since leaving San Antonio, but he knew he couldn’t do it for too long. He
slowed down after a while and just jogged, then walked for another few miles.
He finally allowed himself to stop at a small grocer that was situated in a
tiny town. He snuck in and bought some food and a couple of drinks, then some
chips, apples, and jerky. He didn’t make eye contact and mumbled a thanks
before stuffing his items into his backpack as he walked out of the store and
going right again. He went into the woods and kept moving, not really wanting
to relax just yet. He had a feeling that Morgan was a really good tracker and
plus there was that wolf pair. If they knew Jeff, then they’d be eager to find
him for Morgan.
 
He stopped as the sun began to rise and smiled as he watched the sky change. No
matter how sucky his life was, he loved the scenic views that nature offered
him. His smile slipped though as he saw that he was on the edge of a large
field that was cut in half by a river. There were rolling hills surrounding and
running through the field, but no trees. He sighed and rubbed his head while
looking around, hoping to see if there was an easier way to get across. Not
seeing anything, he was just about to head down when he was yanked back and
pinned. He cried out in shock and struggled to get free, then froze as a dark
chuckle reverberated through his back from the strong chest that he was being
held against.
 
“Well well...looks like you lose and I get another promotion. I wonder if I can
go any higher than Commissioner...” was murmured into his ear and he shuddered.
He cried out again and groaned as his hair was grabbed and he was forced to his
knees and looked up to find himself face to face with Kane. “You should have
stayed going south, brat,” Kane stated and then laughed before shoving Jared at
the other two cops that were with him. “Head back to the cars and keep an eye
out. If this kid is here, Morgan more than likely won’t be far behind since
he’s obviously taken to this brat,” he ordered as the cops pulled Jared to his
feet. They nodded and pushed Jared towards where Jared figured their cars were
parked.
 
Instead they turned and went down a pathway heading towards the small village
that was near the river. Jared saw that there were several other cop cars and
swallowed hard. He was in trouble. He was shoved along until they came to a
picnic area and four other troopers. He grunted as he stumbled from another
rough push and fell as they all laughed nastily. He groaned as he was hauled up
and forced to stare into Kane’s eyes again. “You guys sure do have bad breath,”
he commented and grunted as he was smacked. He spit out the blood that came to
his mouth and glared at the cop.
 
“You have a smart mouth, which I’ve heard is also good for sucking things, so I
suggest that if you don’t want to end up being a young glory hole, you cut the
smart mouth and tell us where Morgan is,” Kane stated darkly and sneered as
Jared paled at the threat.
 
Shaking in the hold that was pinning him, Jared glared at Kane before
swallowing hard against his fear. “How should I know? I left him hours ago,” he
shot back and gasped a bit as the grip was tightened and his arm was drawn up
painfully. “I swear! God let off, man! I left him last night after sundown! I
don’t know where he is...I fucking well don’t know where I am!”
 
“You’re in so much trouble you won’t be able to walk when we’re done with you
and that won’t even count towards whatever the mayor has planned for your sorry
Southern ass,” Kane declared softly and chuckled as Jared swallowed hard and
looked away. He glanced at the cop holding Jared and smirked. “He was coming
from the south, so let’s head south. Morgan will be looking for this brat. Just
remember the orders...avoid hitting the hawk.” He snapped his fingers and Jared
was taken to one of the squad cars.
 
They drove along slowly and Jared ignored the pointed barbs the two troopers
kept shooting at him through the cage as he thought about Jensen and Jeff. They
both were attractive to him in more ways than he wanted to admit. He thought
his feelings for George had been something special, but his connection with
those two men went beyond physical. Sure he wanted them to do him six ways to
heaven, but he felt comfortable with them in a way he hadn’t felt in a long
time. ‘And here you betrayed them and ran away. Make up your fucking mind,
idiot,’ he told himself silently. He looked up as the car stopped after turning
and wondered what was up as the two cops got out of the car. He watched as they
met up with the other cops and talked quietly before looking south and suddenly
he knew.
 
Jeff was nearby.
 
He shifted in his seat and looked out the window and caught sight of a hawk. He
didn’t know if it was Jeff’s hawk, but he had a feeling it was. A very strong
feeling. He sat up as the door opened and snarled as he was yanked out roughly,
banging his head on the roof of the car in the process. He stumbled to his feet
and glared at the group of cops who were watching.
 
“Morgan’s nearby. He’ll be passing through this town. Move the cars into hidden
positions and set up around the town. When he gets into range, we have him.
Wound him if you can...but if you happen to kill him, well...” Kane sneered and
his subordinates laughed softly as they nodded. Jared was dragged with one of
the lieutenants to a nearby building and Jared noted that a lot of the folks
that should have been there were MIA, which was probably a good thing since
Jared had a nasty feeling a gun fight was going to start soon.
 
He was forced to sitting and gagged by his captor and glared at the cop as his
hands were handcuffed behind him. He growled softly through his gag and glared
at the cop as a gun was waved at him in warning, then looked over as an order
of silence was sent through the walkies. Jared scooted over silently as the cop
turned away from him and watched the road. He swallowed hard when he saw the
dust rising from the road and knew it was Jeff. He had to warn him.
 
Carefully, he started shifting until he got his arms under his butt before
moving them completely out from behind him. He reached up frantically as he
heard Jeff get nearer and slow down, the low growl of the bike getting louder
as it got closer. It almost drowned out the sound of the cops cocking their
shotguns, sending fear through Jared as he worked at getting his gag undone.
 
But his captor saw him and grabbed at him to stop him and they wrestled for a
bit before the guy’s shotgun fired off into the sky. Jared saw stars when he
was punched upside the head, but he knew he’d done it. He’d warned Jeff.
 
His head spun as he rested against the side of the building and hoped to god
that the sounds of guns firing meant that Jeff was protecting himself. He
looked up to see the hawk flying nearby and knew he was safe at least, then saw
that the cop supposedly watching him was taking aim at Jeff. He lunged forward
and grabbed the guy just as he fired and slammed him into the building wall,
knocking him out. But his heart froze as he heard a shriek and looked up to see
the hawk floating down in a mess of feathers. He heard Jeff’s cry of horror and
then pain and saw him grip his shoulder where he’d been shot. Jared grabbed the
unconscious guy’s shotgun and aimed it at a cop that was taking aim and fired.
He didn’t wait to see if he’d gotten the guy before running down to where Jeff
was gently gathering the injured hawk into his coat.
 
Jeff looked at him as he fell to his knees. “Jared...take him to the next town
over about five hours east of here. There’s a man named Mike running an old
saloon type bar. He’ll know what to do,” he whispered pleadingly, his voice
rough with pain.
 
“B-But Jeff...he’s done for...” Jared protested tearfully as he reached for
Jeff.
 
“Don’t say that!” Jeff cried and Jared flinched a bit. Jeff looked down at the
hawk who was chirping within his wrappings. “Please...Jared...I’m trusting in
you...” he pleaded before looking up at the young man.
 
Biting his lip, Jared nodded and stood with Jeff before heading to the bike. He
got onto the bike and gently accepted the chirping bird before looking up at
Jeff. Jeff leaned in and rested his forehead against Jared’s forehead and
cupped his cheek. “Drive safely...” he whispered and Jared closed his eyes at
the gentle request before nodding.
 
“I won’t fail you...promise,” Jared whispered back before revving the bike and
driving off, thanking all the gods out there that his brother had taught him
how to drive a bike back when he was learning to drive. ‘Jeff, thanks for those
driving lessons,’ he thought as he drove as fast as he could towards the next
town. He didn’t have a lot of time and feared that the hawk would die before he
got there, but he also knew that driving himself off the road wasn’t a good
idea either.
 
He finally reached the town and slowed down in his search for the bar Jeff had
described in the waning light. He looked down at the bird and touched a gentle
finger along the feathered head, then hissed in pain when he was nipped for his
efforts. He smirked though, happy to hear its angry squawking that meant it was
still alive. He carefully got off of the bike and walked over to the weathered
porch. He pounded on the door, his heart beating as he realized that he had to
hurry. “Hey! Anyone in there!?” he shouted as he pounded on the door again.
 
Stepping back as the door unlatched after a minute of his pounding, he waited
anxiously for his answer. He blinked as a bald headed young man who looked to
be the same age as the mayor and Jensen peered out, his eyes narrowed
suspiciously. “Yea whaddya want?” the guy asked, his voice gravelly more than
likely from smoking.
 
“Do you know Mike? I was sent here with this injured bird,” Jared explained as
he held up the bundle in his arms.
 
“Yea I’m Mike, though I’m not really in the mood to cook at the moment. Though
I suppose I could get in the mood to humor a handsome young man such as you,”
the man named Mike replied as he smirked and looked Jared up and down
appreciatively.
 
‘What the hell is with me meeting all of these perverts!’ Jared thought in
annoyance before pulling the cloth off of the hawk. “This isn’t a hawk to eat!
A man named Jeff Morgan told me to come to you! Now can you help?” he demanded
angrily.
 
Stepping back as he paled, Mike looked down at the bird then back up at Jared’s
face. “Come in, hurry. Take the bird up the stairs to the room on the right.
Hurry now don’t dawdle!” he snapped out as he stepped to the side and opened
the door farther. "And keep to the left side of the stairs!" he added as he
waved his hand, gesturing Jared inside.
 
Snorting, Jared went inside swiftly and headed as instructed towards the
stairs. He stomped up the stairs while staying to the left, not caring for
finesse as he just hurried to get to the room he’d been told to go to. When he
got there, he laid the bird down onto the bed that was in the room and
carefully moved the cloth from around the hawk and hushed him as he chirped in
pain and anger. A hand on his shoulder pulled him back and he looked up into
the nervous and slightly panicky gaze of Mike. “What can I do?” he asked softly
as he straightened.
 
“Go downstairs and make sure no one comes in. Leave the rest to me and stay out
of this room. Get going,” Mike ordered tersely and turned Jared away from the
hawk before gently, but firmly, shuffling Jared out of the room and shutting
the door in the youth’s face.
 
Raising a hand up as he opened his mouth to protest, Jared stared at the door
in shock before letting his hand fall to his side. ‘Mike’s right. I can’t help
in this and would only get in the way,’ he realized silently and sighed.
Turning, he headed downstairs and made sure the doors were locked and the sign
was turned to ‘Closed’ before going to the bar and sitting on one of the
stools. Propping his chin on his hand, he waited to see on what he could do.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter_Eleven
 
‘thoughts’
 
Warnings: a touch of mush and swearing. Ok so those aren’t really warnings...
 
Looking out the window across from him, Jared sighed and wondered what was
taking so long. He watched the sun lower below the tree line and wondered how
Jeff was. He knew the older man had been shot and hoped to everything that he
was ok. He had a feeling that Jeff could definitely take care of himself, but
he didn't want to take that feeling too seriously.
 
The sound of rapid footsteps down the stairs broke through his train of thought
and he watched as Mike hurried down and came into the room, looking around
distractedly. "Mike...how-"
 
"No time to talk. Remember...stay down here. I have to get some medical
supplies," Mike cut in and waved his hand, brushing aside the questions before
hurrying into the back hall.
 
Jared heard a door shut and scowled. 'He's not my boss...besides...should check
up on the hawk so he really *doesn't* eat it!' he decided and nodded in
determination before jumping from the stool. He ran up the stairs as quietly as
he could, just barely keeping to the left side in his haste. He got to the room
and tried the knob, only to find it locked. Cursing under his breath, he dug
into his pockets and smirked as he found a paperclip. 'God, the last guy sure
was a nerd,' he thought in relieved amusement as he straightened the wire out
as best he could before working on picking the lock.
 
When it clicked open, he smirked in success before heading into the room. He
stopped though as he saw on the bed not the hawk...but Jensen. He froze, his
breath catching in his throat as Jensen looked over at him as his broad naked
shoulders rested on the pale blue comforter while a sheet covered the rest of
him. Jared could tell that he was naked and it was definitely sending his
hormones into overdrive as Jensen's brilliant green eyes locked hazily onto
him. He noted that there was gauze on Jensen's shoulder...right where the hawk
had been shot.
 
Stunned, he stumbled back a bit finally as it hit him that it was Jensen and
not the hawk. Jensen...*was* the hawk! 'Jensen's the hawk!? Wait how the fuck
is that possible?!' he wondered dazedly before turning, afraid he was going to
say something he shouldn't when Jensen was so clearly in pain.
 
"Jared...wait..." Jensen's deep voice stopped his leaving and he turned slowly,
facing the older man as he trembled, almost too shocked to do much else. Jensen
bit his lower lip and Jared couldn't help the spike of want that shot through
him at the sensual move, even if it was more than likely an unconscious act.
"Jeff...is...is he..."
 
"J-Jeff's ok, I think..." Jared managed after a bit, feeling his heart dip at
the look of relief on the older man's face. "The cops...used me as bait to trap
him. I fought them and tried to help..." Jared explained and felt guilty as
Jensen laid back, clearly exhausted. "The hawk...he was hurt..." he added in a
rough whisper and watched as Jensen turned his face away. 'But you know
that...don't you?' he thought as he rubbed his suddenly cold arms.
 
The door opened behind him all of a sudden and Mike burst into the room,
flushed with anger. "I told you to stay...out..." His anger died as he laid
eyes on Jensen and Jared watched him pale and swallow hard, wondering what it
all meant. He didn't get to think on it though as Mike grabbed his arm and
shoved him out of the room. "Stay out this time!" was snapped before the door
slammed shut.
 
"Well what the fuck..." Jared mumbled as he glared at the door before heaving a
sigh and heading back down the stairs. Not much more he could do. All he could
do was wait and see.
 
*~*~*
 
Mike turned back and took a deep breath as Jensen looked over at him. His hand
trembled around the bag he had clenched in his hands as deep green eyes focused
on him. "Been a long...time..." he finally managed and relaxed a little when
Jensen smiled somewhat at him, though it was tinged with pain and wariness.
 
"Yea. Sorry to drop in like this," Jensen responded and winced and shifted a
bit, obviously trying to lessen the pain.
 
Snorting, Mike came over and put the bag on the night stand before removing its
contents and placing them on the table. "You two always did like to take
advantage of my hospitality," he groused good naturedly before smirking at
Jensen.
 
"Jared...he knows I think..." Jensen whispered after a minute of silence and
Mike glanced at him. The other man stared up at the ceiling, his expression
unreadable and Mike had to wonder on it.
 
"Yea maybe. Bring in a hawk and suddenly there's a hot naked man on the bed
instead might be a clue," Mike finally replied and Jensen's face cracked a bit
with a small smile. Nodding, Mike dipped some of the cotton he'd grabbed into
the alcohol he'd just poured into a bowl then started swabbing the bullet wound
after removing the gauze. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch," he muttered as
Jensen's face clenched with pain while he struggled to breathe through it.
 
"Ya think? Just do it," Jensen growled out and locked eyes with Mike again.
 
Sighing, Mike nodded before reaching for the tongs that he had sterilized. He
looked at Jensen again and took a steadying breath as the other man put his
hand on Mike's shoulder reassuringly. They both breathed deeply, albeit shakily
as Mike brought over the tongs, and then shoved the tips into the wound. He
worked as quickly as he could as Jensen screamed in pain, trying to find the
bullet. When he found it and yanked it out, Jensen was sweating and pale and
barely conscious, but the weak grateful smile made up for causing the pain and
Mike wiped his forehead in relief as he put the bullet into the bowl. He then
began cleaning the wound in earnest and stitched it up before placing more
gauze and then surgical tape around the wound so it would be protected until
morning. Once morning came, it wouldn't be needed, but it did require
protection until then.
 
He reached over then and brought out a bottle of brandy and, after popping out
the cork, took a swig. He then helped Jensen to sit up and allowed him to take
a couple of swallows before letting him relax back. Jensen looked up at him and
smiled dimly. "Tell Jared he can visit if he wants. I'd like to see him," he
whispered faintly and Mike chuckled as he shook his head.
 
"I have a feeling that kid is going to get to you just as bad as Morgan did,"
Mike retorted as he stood and cleaned up the night stand as Jensen grinned at
him. "I think he also got to Morgan though. Morgan doesn't trust easy," he
added and Jensen's grin softened.
 
"No, he doesn't," Jensen replied before closing his eyes and relaxing into much
needed sleep.
 
Mike sighed as he looked over at his friend and felt his heart clench a bit.
Sure, he'd loved Jensen and Jeff a lot back before shit had changed everything,
but the recrimination that had been on Jeff's face after everything that had
been done by the mayor would haunt him for the rest of his days. He was to
blame for this and he knew it. But he also knew that there was a way out. If
only he could get them to listen...
 
He covered Jensen with another comforter he had on hand and then trudged
downstairs and ignored the kid Jared as he went over to the fireplace. He
tossed the bag of supplies to the floor before pulling out the brandy and took
a swig from it as he glared moodily into the fire. He didn't really hear Jared
come over by him, but looked up when he heard a chair being pulled closer. He
smirked a bit as the kid sat down next to him, determination and concern on his
face. "You sure are a stubborn kid," he muttered before taking another swallow
of the burning liquid then offered some to Jared.
 
The kid took the bottle hesitantly and took a small swallow before handing it
back hastily as he coughed and choked a bit. Mike couldn't help snickering at
the sight before taking another gulp and relaxing a bit as he stared into the
fire. He blinked a bit when Jared's voice broke through his thoughts. "Jensen
and Jeff...they aren't normal, are they?"
 
Snorting, Mike took another pull from the bottle and gazed at the fire as he
just remembered everything. "Jeff was the commissioner of the New York City
police department about four years ago. He was actually the youngest
commissioner in the history of the U.S. and was known for being straight to the
point and getting things done when he put his mind to it. He worked directly
under the 'honorable' mayor Tom Welling, but back then, things had not been as
they are now. Welling was someone looking for power, but he also genuinely
cared for the people. He and Jeff had made a great team, cutting down on the
crime that had gotten out of hand in New York and basically making a lot of
progress in getting that city under control." He trailed off and scowled before
he took another drink and didn't even blink when Jared grabbed the bottle and
took a sip.
 
"So what happened? How did the mayor become so evil?" Jared asked lowly as he
watched Mike, but the older man didn't care.
 
"About three years ago, there was a rising star on Broadway named Jensen
Ackles. He came out of nowhere, hitting the modeling world and stage and screen
like a whirlwind, sweeping everyone up into his rise to fame. Many say it was
his looks, but I think he just has that charm that gets you to do whatever he
wants without even trying. He was a huge smash on any show he got into and was
begged for often enough. Then he got involved with a lobbyist group that was
working on fixing up various theaters and schools for theater around New York
in order to help get kids out of gangs and off the streets and into creative
venues. He worked with Jeff on most of it since they were combining
organizations for the fundraising and campaigning." Mike's eyes softened as he
remembered those times and he took a slower drink of the brandy before sighing.
"I remember watching them cuz we were all working together and the love they
shared was incredible and brilliant. It wasn't really well known though because
Jeff had to watch out for his job and Jensen didn't want any favors to be done,
but oh the passion..." he trailed off and bit his lip, cheeks flushing a bit
from the drink and memories.
 
He sighed though and looked at the bottle, which was nearly empty and finished
off the rest. "But Jensen had caught Welling's eye as well. And the man lusted
after Jensen...oh did he lust for him. He sent presents and flowers, cards and
offered trips around the world just for a chance to be with Jensen. But
Jensen's heart belonged to Jeff. So the offers were returned unopened, the
cards and poems unread. Yet the mayor wasn't ready to give up. He began trying
to blackmail Jensen into going out with him, threatening to close down the
organization. But he still didn't get anywhere..." He stopped and took a
shuddering breath before tossing in a log into the fire, sending it spitting
with sparks.
 
He remained still as the bottle was removed from his hand, but he looked down
as he felt another bottle replace it, a brand of whiskey. He smirked a bit and
tipped it a little in salute before chugging down half of it in three gulps and
gasping when he released.
 
"And then?" Jared's inquiry prompted him from his dark musings and he sighed.
 
"They were betrayed." His voice was flat as he stated the damning words, his
eyes never leaving the dancing flames before them. “There was a show for the
fundraiser to be performed at one of the hottest clubs in New York. It was a
huge success with Jensen at the top and Jeff at his side. They told their
friend who was the head bartender and manager of the club that they were going
to have a little quickie, obviously running high from the success.” He trailed
off again somberly as he stared at the fire and felt a tear roll down his face.
 
“What happened?” Jared asked softly and Mike heaved a heavy sigh before taking
another swig of the whiskey.
 
“The stupid idiot told Welling that Jensen was in the back and Welling walked
in on them.” Mike glanced over when he heard Jared’s quick intake of breath and
smiled bitterly. “The dumbass was too drunk to realize what he’d just done, but
when he realized what he had done, he’d rushed back to stop it too late.
Welling had heard the love making and declarations between the two and lost it.
He went mad with rage and hounded them, hunting them from town to town,” he
added and hissed with anger as he tossed another log onto the fire.
 
“You shouldn’t blame yourself...” Jared murmured and Mike laughed outright at
that, the sound ugly with regret and despair as Mike glared at him, though the
older man didn’t refute the observation that he had been the bartender.
 
“It didn’t end there though. The mayor was so enraged at the two lovers that he
searched for a way to truly punish them...to keep them separated in the worst
possible way. No, death wasn’t enough. That was when he met up with James
Marsters, a member of a hidden cult that deals with devil worship and dark
magic. Marsters cast up a hideous curse with the powers of hell and all
darkness and placed it upon the two lovers. At what cost to Welling no one but
they know, but the damage had been done to devastating effect.” He fell quiet
again and proceeded to down the alcohol in the clear bottle before throwing it
into the fire and glaring gloomily into the fire. “You see them as they are,
Jensen and Jeff. By day, Jensen is a hawk while Jeff is a man. By night, Jensen
is human and the lone wolf cry you hear is the howl of despair from Jeff. Never
touching...only the brief instant when the sun rises and sets to see each
other.”
 
“Forever together...eternally apart,” Jared whispered and Mike looked over to
see tears rolling down the kid’s face.
 
“As long as the sun rises and sets...as long as there is night and day. They
are forever parted. That is the curse that the illustrious mayor of NYC cast
upon two that loved each other so purely.” Mike sighed and stood up shakily,
bracing himself woozily on the back of his chair before reaching over and
running a soothing hand through Jared’s hair. “You’re now a part of this story
whether you want to be or not, Jared. I hope that you can heal some of the pain
that was caused,” he said quietly before leaving the room. He went upstairs and
checked on Jensen before stumbling to his own room. He wouldn’t sleep for a
while, but he knew that he had to get away from the kid. The sorrow and purity
there reminded him of the good times that he’d help destroy.
 
*~*~*
 
Jared stared at the fire for a while, just letting the tears roll down his
cheeks as he came to grips with the pain and sorrow that he finally realized
had been underlying the vibes he kept getting from Jensen and Jeff. They were
still good people, still full of caring and love and passion, but the curse had
torn into their very souls. ‘Why do I feel like being with them so much? What
is our connection?’ he wondered and hugged himself as he looked down. He
glanced out the windows and noted how late it was and sighed as he heard a wolf
howl nearby. ‘Nearly midnight. I better get some sleep,’ he decided before
slowly standing and going up the stairs, careful to stay on the left side. He
wasn’t sure why Mike had told him to do that, but oh well. It just made for a
different act in a usually mundane action like walking stairs.
 
He thought about the situation numbly as he slowly started down the hall then
found himself stopping just outside of Jensen’s room. He looked at the door and
memories of being close to Jensen and Jeff, their scents and warmth, their
smiles and the gentleness and the trust that seemed to embrace him so
willingly. He couldn’t understand how in such a short time he could feel so
close to two men who were in the predicament that they were in. But he did. It
was something different from anything he’d experienced in his short life. He
thought he’d known something with George or hell that boy on the football team
that had gotten him disinherited and shunned from his home town and led him up
there. Those feelings were pittance compared to what he felt so purely with
these two men.
 
And it scared him.
 
But he didn’t care. He didn’t care that if he did get close to them he was
risking his heart when they finally were able to break the curse. He didn’t
care that he might die helping them. All he cared about was being the one to
alleviate some of their sorrow. He had a feeling that was the reason why they
had met and he decided then and there that he’d help them break the curse no
matter what.
 
No matter what.
 
He went to the door and turned the knob silently, then went inside. He held his
breath as he saw Jensen sleeping quietly under the comforter and couldn’t help
but admire the strong handsome face that was relaxed in sleep. But as he
watched, the emerald green eyes slowly revealed themselves and focused on him.
He stepped inside and shut the door behind him before facing the older man. He
smiled a little as he tilted his head in greeting. “Hey.”
 
Jensen smiled back sleepily and tried to move, but stopped when Jared waved his
hand and came towards the bed. He shifted his legs to the side as Jared sat on
the side of the bed, but stilled when a slender hand rested on his knee.
“So...Mike told you, huh?” he murmured sadly and sighed.
 
“Yea. I’m sorry,” Jared whispered softly and squeezed Jensen’s knee. He looked
down at his own knees then glanced at Jensen. “Mind if I stick around though?
Always wanted to be around cursed guys who were hot too,” he remarked and
Jensen started chuckling softly as he shook his head.
 
“You’re an idiot...” Jensen whispered, but it was tender and full of gratitude
and amusement.
 
Laughing softly, Jared grinned before leaning down and bracing himself on
either side of Jensen’s shoulders. He smiled as Jensen rested a hand on his hip
and shifted so that he was close enough but not hurting Jensen. “Yea I may be
an idiot, but at least I’m here...right?” he said quietly and smiled when
Jensen looked up at him with the hint of tears in his eyes. He placed his
thumbs alongside of Jensen’s temples and rubbed gently. “I’m here and you and
Jeff...you’re not alone anymore. And we’re gonna fix things so you two can be
together again. I promise,” he whispered and Jensen closed his eyes as a couple
of tears rolled free.
 
“Jared...” His name was spoken softly and filled with hope and happiness and
Jared felt his own heart clench. Jensen reached a hand up and cupped Jared’s
cheek as he smiled. “You remind me...of Jeff. Strong, sure...caring. I’m glad
we met...” he whispered and Jared smiled back, though something in him
hesitated at that statement. But he didn’t think anymore on it. Gently, he
shifted again until he was sitting up and lifted Jensen then slid under the
older man, supporting Jensen's bad shoulder with his body as he wrapped his
arms around Jensen and held him close. He smiled as Jensen rubbed his cheek
against his chest and tugged the comforter back up around them to keep them
warm. He had made his choice and Jensen had accepted it for what it was: an end
to the loneliness.
 
He just hoped that Jeff would take it as well.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter_Twelve
 
‘thoughts’
 
Warnings: Language, some violence, and hinted sexual tension.
 
Jared jerked awake when the sound of someone pounding on a door broke through
his light sleep and he looked around, panicking when he didn't recognize his
surroundings at first. But then he felt a body shift on him and looked down at
Jensen's sleeping face and relaxed a bit as everything came back to him. He
listened intently as he heard shouting from outside and Mike's answering growl
as the older man went down the hall towards the front stairs to answer the
door. His heart froze as he heard the words 'New York Police Department'
shouted and got out from under Jensen as quickly and carefully as he could,
still wary of Jensen's injury as the older man mumbled a bit in his sleep. He
crept out the door and down the hall silently and listened in as Mike talked to
whoever was at the door, denying any knowledge of visitors.
 
But then Jared remembered that he had left the Harley right outside of the
saloon and cussed a blue streak under his breath as he dashed back to the room
and to the slowly waking Jensen. "Jensen, we have to get out of here. The cops
are outside and Mike can't hold them back for much longer," he whispered
urgently as he searched for some pants or something for Jensen to wear. He
caught a brief glimpse of Jensen's naked front and a rather large cock and
flushed in arousal at the unexpected exposure but then tossed a pair of
sweatpants at the older man, who struggled to pull them on before pushing into
the shoes that were placed before him.
 
A door banging open and Mike's angry cry caught their attention and Jared
grabbed Jensen's hand and yanked him along as they scrambled, not even grabbing
for jackets as they ran down the hallway away from the front stairs. They went
as quick as they could down the back stairs and dashed out the back door and
into the woods behind the saloon. Jared tugged Jensen along frantically,
huffing in fear as they ran through the woods. They had about ten or so minutes
before sunrise, but could they hide that long? A gun shot and some rustling
branches near where they were told them otherwise and they quickly turned
opposite to the branches and ploughed ahead.
 
But suddenly they ran out of ground as they came to a gorge that overlooked a
river valley and Jared cried out as he barely skidded to a stop and Jensen ran
into him. "Fuck what the hell!" he snarled as they gasped for air.
 
"Jared...they're after me..." Jensen panted and held his injured shoulder,
which was bleeding again.
 
Snorting as he went around Jensen and looked anxiously for another route as the
sounds of their pursuers grew closer, Jared growled. "Hey, I'm just as wanted,"
he stated and smirked as Jensen touched his back in gratitude. They both jumped
though as another couple of gun shots sounded and rock exploded near them.
 
Jensen suddenly yelled as he lost his footing from the crumbling rock wall and
sliding stones and fell backwards over the cliff. "Jared!"
 
"No!" Jared dove for the edge and managed to grab Jensen's hand of his injured
shoulder as he fell, then braced himself as they both groaned. He clung to the
older man's hand, wincing as Jensen cried out again in agony, the strain on his
injured shoulder agonizing as Jared struggled to get his grip enough to pull
them both back up on the shifting rocks and slippery grass.
 
"Don't let go!" Jensen pleaded hoarsely as tears rolled down his cheeks and he
tried to grab onto Jared's other hand as their fingers slipped. "Jared! Please
don't let me fall!"
 
"Hold on!" Jared cried desperately as their fingers worked to stay locked
together, cramping with their strain as they slipped from sweat. Suddenly, in a
breath's time, Jensen's fingers slipped free. "NO!"
 
"JARED!!" Jensen screamed as he fell towards the bottom of the rock filled
river vale. All of a sudden, a brilliant flash of light came over the horizon
and Jensen's scream changed into the scream of a hawk as he transformed and
flew off.
 
Gasping in relief and sobbing, Jared pulled up and watched as Jensen soared to
safety while the sun peeked up over the horizon. 'He's safe...o-oh god he's
safe!' he thought in relief and managed to stand as he gripped his bleeding
stomach from where he had landed on and been scraped over the rough stones.
 
But his relief didn't last as the twin sounds of guns cocking stopped him and
he brought his hands up innocently. "Where's the other guy?" was asked angrily
and he glanced over his shoulder at the two cops.
 
"He flew away," he stated matter-of-factly and turned to them as they stared at
him in disbelief.
 
"You're full of shit! Now where is he?!" the second cop asked as he waved his
gun angrily.
 
"Swear to god he flew away!" Jared shot back and trembled as they both took aim
at him. But he was saved once again as two gun shots rang out and they both
dropped to the ground, dead and with smoking holes between their eyes. Looking
over at the origin of the shots, Jared couldn't help the laugh as he saw Jeff
standing with his Colt lowering to his side, the smirk on the older man's face
doing everything to reassure him. He ran over and hugged the older man tightly;
shaking as he was hugged just as firmly and a hand ran soothingly through his
hair. "J-Jeff...god...thank god..." he whispered shakily and buried his face in
the strong shoulder.
 
"Glad I got here in time," Jeff whispered just as huskily and shakily as he
stroked Jared's hair. He leaned back and grinned as Jared smiled up at him
brilliantly. "You did good, Jared. I knew I could count on you," Morgan
murmured as his hand cupped Jared's cheek tenderly.
 
Nodding silently, unable to speak over the lump in his throat, Jared let Jeff
wrap an arm around his shoulders before they headed back to the saloon. When
they got there, Jared ran over to Mike, who was holding an icepack to his head
and looking little worse for the wear as he grinned tiredly at them. Jared
knelt before him and took the hand that was free as he smiled. "Thanks
man...for everything," he said softly and Mike chuckled a bit before swatting
at him.
 
"Go get your stuff kid. Knowing Morgan, you'll have a long drive ahead of you,"
Mike commented before looking over at Morgan.
 
Jeff eyed Mike and nodded at Jared. "Hurry up. We have road to cover," he
ordered quietly before focusing on Mike. Jared nodded and went into the saloon,
but instead of getting his stuff, he stood near the door to listen.
 
Mike sighed and ran a hand over his bald head before replacing the icepack on
the bruise that was starting to really come up on his temple. "It's good to see
you still alive, Jeff," he said after a bit and glanced up at Jeff as the older
man straightened his clothes and tucked his Colt into the holster along his
side.
 
"Normally I'd want to shoot you on sight for everything that has happened,
Mike. But...I'm grateful for what you did," Jeff replied quietly as he held up
his arm and smiled as Jensen came to land on his arm. "You saved him...and you
watched out for Jared." He looked over at Mike again and tilted an eyebrow as
he saw the grin on Mike's face.
 
"And I finally know how to help you and Jensen break the curse. I've been
searching for the past three years and have finally found the breaker," Mike
stated and stood up slowly, wincing as he braced himself on the porch column.
 
"What do you mean?" Jeff snapped out suspiciously as he watched the younger
man. "Sounds more like your drink talking, Rosenbaum."
 
"You think I'm drunk!? I'm not drunk and I swear I've found a way to set you
two free to be together *and*..." Mike trailed off until Jeff glared at him.
"And to be with the kid. Don't deny that you have feelings for him. I know
Jensen does...saw it with my own eyes. I felt that bond between you. It was
almost like a fuckin' holy trinity it was so pure! And I know the way you can
be together!" he insisted and Jeff sighed in exasperation as he shifted.
 
"You've tried this before, Rosenbaum, and failed. Why should I believe you this
time?" Morgan demanded tiredly and Jared felt his heart ache at the sorrow
within the deep tones.
 
"Because I found it in the original texts," Mike whispered intently and smirked
as Jeff focused on him sharply. "In three weeks' time on the first of December,
the sun will be occluded by the moon. Night without a day...a day without a
night. Once this happens, once you two are human again, you must stand before
Welling and the curse will be broken!" he crowed and winced a bit as he held
his head.
 
Shaking his head, Jeff sighed as he stroked a hand along Jensen's chest. "You
didn't find a way out...only a way into madness," he stated softly. He looked
back at Mike and scowled. "Go back to your drink, Mike. I'll break this curse
by breaking the one who cast it. And die doing it more than likely. But at
least...one way or another...it'll end," he declared before turning and heading
around for the front of the saloon, calling for Jared to hurry his ass up.
 
Mouth firming in his own resolve, Jared dashed up to the room, pulled on his
hoodie and backpack before running back down and kneeling next to Mike. Mike
looked at him tearfully and he put a hand on the older man's arm. "Don't give
up. Follow us and leave it to me. I'll convince him to go with the plan," he
whispered and grinned as Mike's face lightened and a tight smile crossed the
dry lips before Mike nodded. Nodding back, Jared stood and ran to the front as
Jeff called for him again and grinned sheepishly as the older man tossed him a
glare. The glare softened and Jared moved under the arm that was held out,
enjoying the warmth and affection that the hug conveyed through his body as he
was held close to Jeff. He nuzzled into the strong chest, relaxing and knowing
that this was where he belonged for the moment.
 
They stepped apart a bit so that Jeff could finish getting the stuff packed
into the bags and Jared leaned against the bike thoughtfully. "You know...Mike
has a good idea about that whole eclipse thing. It totally makes sense you
know," he commented and bit back a grin as Jeff tossed him an irritated look.
 
"You will not mention that again. And you won't tell Jensen either,
understand?" Jeff growled out warningly and Jared rolled his eyes. He meeped
though and ducked a bit with a grin when Jeff pinned him against the bike and
it was all Jared could do to not rub against the strong body that was holding
him captive. "Understand?" Jeff murmured dangerously and Jared nodded as his
cheeks flushed and a jolt of arousal shot through him at Jeff's smirk. He
whimpered as Jeff stepped back completely before getting onto the bike and
revving it up with a loud growl. Jared got onto the back of the bike and
wrapped his arms tightly around Jeff's middle and pressed close as he nosed the
soft leather back. Jeff might not want to talk about it now, but that didn't
mean he couldn't...wear him down.
 
He smiled as Jeff patted his arms before they took off down the road, heading
for New York City. With the cops on their tail, they would have to take their
time getting there. Perfect.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter_Thirteen
 
'thoughts'
 
Warnings: Some violence, language, and a touch of sexual situations (The norm
for the mayor, yes yes? Oi). Also, if you don't like femme slash, away with
you!
 
Welling brushed a hand through his hair nervously as he paced, jittery with
lack of sleep and visions from the night before. He remembered pain and his
shoulder ached from where the bullet that had been in Jensen had been removed.
He could still hear the other man's screams of agony and while it had aroused
him for the sheer sadistic joy, it also caused his heart to race and his
fingers itched to find the other man and soothe the pain.
 
With a snarl, he knocked a pile of his papers off of his desk and gripped at
his hair. He was losing control the closer Morgan got to them and the
incompetents he had staffed in the police departments were fouling everything
up!
 
He looked over as he heard a knock and growled. "What is it?"
 
The door opened and James walked in with a smirk. "Sir, Kreuk and her partner
are here to see you," he replied and Welling relaxed almost immediately.
 
"Well show them in, damn you!" he snapped before straightening his tie and
jacket. He ran a hand through his hair as he composed himself and looked up
when James returned. He smirked though as two dark haired women sauntered in,
both clad in tight black leather pants, black tank tops, and white sweaters.
The taller one had soft brunette hair up in a ponytail while the shorter had
black hair that hung gracefully around her shoulders. They eyed him as he came
towards them, but accepted the handshakes that he offered. "Kristin...been a
long time. And this must be your life mate Sandy." He took Sandy's hand and
pressed a kiss to the back of it. "A definite...pleasure," he purred as he eyed
the petite woman and tilted an eyebrow as she snatched her hand away with a
look of haughty disgust. Oh he wanted to break her now...
 
"Shove it, Tom. You aren't paying us to be your escorts and you better have a
good reason for wanting us on wolf hunting duty when we have offers to knock
off some crime lords in China," Kristin retorted as she wrapped an arm
possessively around Sandy's waist.
 
"For the amount of money I'm paying you and willing to offer, I could have you
both on your knees for me. But maybe later. Right now...let's talk business,"
Tom replied before he leaned back against his desk and eyed them. 'Business
before pleasure...' he thought and shrugged. "Kristin...do you remember Jensen
Ackles?" he asked lightly as he watched her and saw them both jerk in surprise
as they stared at him.
 
"I thought you ran him out of the state. I know you wanted me to hunt him and
his boy Morgan but they disappeared two and a half years ago," Kristin replied
as she crossed her arms over her chest.
 
'And my what a lovely chest it is...' Tom thought as he focused a bit on where
her arms were crossed before refocusing on her. "He's been sighted down state.
There is a wolf I want that travels with him, but only at night. Find Jensen at
night and you'll find the wolf I want. I want it *dead*," he explained and his
eyes narrowed as she smirked at him.
 
"What about Jensen? Or do you still pine for him?" she asked with a sneer and
he glowered at her.
 
"Your mouth hasn't changed, I see...” Welling replied before reaching out and
grabbing the back of her neck. He pulled her close to him and smirked as she
glared at him and struggled against his hold. He grunted though when she
punched him hard in the stomach and stepped away from him as she straightened
her shirt.
 
She flipped a hand through her hair and tightened her ponytail as she went back
to Sandy’s side. “That was your last touch. Do it again and, paying client or
not, I *will* remove your balls,” she stated calmly, though the look she shot
him was filled with venom. She wrapped her arm around Sandy’s waist once more
and smirked at the mayor. “Where was Jensen last seen?” she asked coldly as she
ran her fingers through Sandy’s hair.
 
Shifting to relieve his rather tight pants, Welling scowled at her as he
crossed his arms over chest, and then nodded towards the wall map that was
hanging behind them. “He was last seen eight hours north west with that brat
that escaped from my mansion. The microchip I’d had implanted is out of range
unfortunately so I can’t give you exact coordinates, but knowing them, they’re
more than likely getting closer. You know those vendettas,” he commented
lightly and laughed. He frowned then as a thought occurred to him. ‘I should
have them kill Jared while they’re at it. Two birds with one stone...leaving
Jensen all mine,’ he debated silently and then chuckled before straightening
and going over to the wall that held his bookcase. He reached for the large
nature painting that was in between the book cases and lifted it off, then,
after shielding the safe keypad, he opened it and brought out two stacks of
dollar bills. Closing the safe, he replaced the painting to its spot, and then
went over to the two watching girls. He tossed the bills at Kristin and
smirked. “For that...I want the kid killed,” he purred and smirked as Kristin
fanned through the bills and whistled.
 
“That kid burned you bad,” she murmured and chuckled as Sandy purred softly in
agreement. She glanced at the scowling mayor and smirked. “Count him dead. Been
nice doing business,” she stated as she waved the wads before turning with the
quiet Sandy and sauntering out of the room.
 
“Business indeed,” Welling muttered as he adjusted himself then glanced over as
James came into the room, his face dark with anger and concern. “What is it,
James?”
 
“Remember the bargain. And watch for the moon,” James answered darkly before
leaving the room again, leaving the mayor of New York City feeling cold inside.
Some things he wished to never remember...that was one of them.
 
*~*~*
 
Kristin smirked as she got into their car and looked over at Sandy as she sat
down. “Well what do you think?” she asked and cocked an eyebrow in amusement as
Sandy snorted. “Yea I know. He sure has become a sleaze. It was no problem when
he was a flirt...but the things that go around in the grapevine point that he
really has changed,” she added softly, thoughtfully.
 
“He’s become so evil that everything he touches will be destroyed,” Sandy
replied and stretched out in the car lazily before smirking over at Kristin.
“Let’s get to a hotel and start looking around. I know someone’s been a naughty
girl,” she purred as she raised her arms above her head in a stretch, showing
her flat belly.
 
“Fuck...knew you’d catch that...” Kristin muttered with a groan before starting
the car and driving out. She knew that they’d have to research into where the
brat and Jensen were, but the urgency level wasn’t that high. They could take
their time.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter_Fourteen
 
‘thoughts’
 
Warnings: Smut, violence, rather grisly deaths >.<
 
Sighing, Jeff rolled his shoulders as he dismounted from his bike and looked
out over the small city that they were on the edge of. He glanced over at Jared
as the young man also dismounted and stretched, gazing around at the small
wayside they’d stop at. He smirked as Jared looked at him questioningly, and
then raised his arm so Jensen could land. “It’s a couple of hours until
sundown. I want you to go into that town and get a place to stay and while
you’re at it, have a stop at the mall and get yourself some new clothes and a
winter coat,” he explained as Jared came over to his side. He wrapped an arm
around Jared’s waist and smiled as the younger man pressed closer to him. ‘He
feels so right...just like Jensen,’ he thought to himself as he gazed at Jared.
He blinked out of his thoughts as Jared tilted an eyebrow at him, a tiny smile
on his lips.
 
“So I’m supposed to get some new clothes? And what about you?” Jared asked as
he wrapped his arms around Jeff’s waist in return and grinned as Jensen nuzzled
his cheek while chirping.
 
“I will be outside the town...in the forest. But I’ll find you. I always do,”
Jeff murmured as he smiled at Jared as he cupped the youth’s cheek. His breath
held as Jared nuzzled his palm and he felt that thrill and arousal he thought
only Jensen could get from him. ‘Just like Jensen...’
 
He blinked though as Jared’s smile faded and realized what had happened. He’d
spoken aloud. He watched as Jared looked away, sadness shadowing the strong
features before it was shaded by the black floppy hair. “He said...the same.
Guess...I’ll only...be a shadow...till the time you and he get back together,”
he mumbled and Jeff felt his heart clench at the sorrowful words.
 
‘You idiot! Why’d you say that!’ “Jared...hey...” He stopped as Jared pulled
away a bit and went over to the side bags. He winced as Jensen chirped at him
and pecked at his cheek lightly, almost reprovingly.
 
“I’ll get going,” Jared said softly as he pulled on a hat and looked in the
bag, searching for something that Jeff wasn’t sure on.
 
Going over, Jeff placed a hand on Jared’s hands, stilling his search. He sighed
as Jared trembled very faintly under his touch but then he wrapped his other
arm around Jared’s waist again and rested his chin on top of Jared’s head.
“You’re no shadow...but you feel as good to me as Jensen does. No one else has
ever felt as good in my arms as you and Jensen. That’s what I meant,” he
murmured and Jared relaxed somewhat against him. He smiled as Jared looked back
and up at him, then leaned his head in and brushed their lips together. It was
electric and gentle at the same time and his breath caught. It wasn’t just
because it had been forever since he’d been intimate with someone. It was
because it was Jared.
 
He pulled away before he could give into the almost overpowering urge to
plunder Jared’s mouth or, even more desirable, bending the kid over and fucking
him over his bike. They didn’t need the complication of him becoming a wolf in
the middle of things. Jared licked his lips and Jeff groaned as he watched.
‘God fuck, just like with Jensen. All it took...god damn cock sucking mouth...’
he thought with a low growl, but then he relaxed as Jared flashed him a grin
from between flushed cheeks. “Little fucker...you’re gonna get me jailed,” he
growled good naturedly as he grinned before hugging Jared close to him. He then
pulled out his wallet and handed it to Jared.
 
“Jeff...” Jared trailed off as he saw the reproving look on Jeff’s face and
smiled a bit. “Thanks.”
 
“Go on git...and get some good clothes for you both. And shoes!” Jeff retorted
gruffly as he swatted Jared’s ass, setting the young man into gear. Jensen
shrieked happily and took off as Jared straddled the bike and Jeff had to beat
off the image of him doing the same on his lap. ‘Hormones going out of
control...too long indeed,’ he decided in annoyance as he went over to Jared’s
side. He leaned in for another kiss, unable to resist those innocent seeming
lips as his fingers threaded the dark silk that flopped on Jared’s head. The
kiss deepened as Jared moaned softly, melting under his touch and Jeff growled
low in his throat before pulling back, panting softly. He touched Jared’s cheek
with a tender finger as he smiled, taking in the dilated eyes and flushed
cheeks. ‘Oh yea, love that look...’ he thought before murmuring, “Drive and be
safe. T-tell Jensen...that I love him. And that you two will look good
together.” Jared’s eyes shone with pleasure at the comment before revving the
bike and driving off. Jeff watched him go and felt his chest tighten with both
longing and despair as the sun started to set behind him.
 
He wanted so much to be with them and knew that Jensen must feel the same if
the affection he showed as a hawk was a sign. It didn’t matter that Jared was
half his age practically. Souls knew each other no matter what state they were
in. If only things weren’t so fucked up.
 
He had the Mayor of New York City to thank for that.
 
With a soft growl, he headed into the woods and down towards the town. By the
time he got near, he’d be changed and then it’d be up to his nose to finding
them. He grinned ferally then, almost more wolf than man. How he loved the
hunt...
 
*~*~*
 
Adjusting himself as he rode along, Jared cursed under his breath about hot
guys not letting him have any pants room and knew he’d probably have to beat
off later. Especially since the stupid bike’s purring motor was right between
his legs and giving his hard on more impetus than he needed at the moment for
shopping. He almost considered just stopping and rubbing himself off on the
bike and in his pants, but he’d have to wear the stupid things till he bought
some more. Ah well...
 
When he got into the city, he drove around first, searching for three things: a
hotel near the woods, a club, and a mall. He found all three of them relatively
close together and wondered just how big this city was. The club even looked to
be a gay friendly club if the two kissing guys at the front door was anything
to go by. He went first to the bank and checked Jeff’s wallet. He almost choked
when he saw the amount of huge bills in it and flushed. ‘God fucking damnit
Jeff! This is too much!’ he thought and tried to think of when Jeff had gotten
the time to hit an ATM machine. He sighed as he pocketed the wallet and made
sure everything else was locked down before swinging off. He grinned as Jensen
landed on the back rest and reached up to stroke gentle fingers along Jensen’s
chest feathers and Jensen nipped at his fingers affectionately. He then looked
in the bags to see what size he needed to get for Jensen, chuckling as Jensen
tugged at some of his hair playfully. He stroked along the tiny head gently
before whispering, “I’m gonna get us some clothes. Stay here and watch the bike
for me, ok?” When Jensen cocked his head at him, Jared almost felt like Jensen
really did understand him and it made wonder blossom in him. Sure they were
animals during their given times and couldn’t remember when they were humans,
but their souls knew what was and what wasn’t and it just amazed him.
 
Smiling, he went into the mall and then stopped. Should he get just good old
stand bys like jeans and t-shirts or should he get stuff for clubs? ‘Why not
get both, jackass? You have enough money!’ he told himself in exasperation and
went into an Abercrombie and Fitch store. He’d always wanted to go into one of
these stores...
 
He started looking through the clothes, picking stuff out for himself and for
Jensen, including some new boxer briefs and a couple pairs of shoes. He tried
on the stuff for himself and found he’d grown another couple of inches since
the last time he’d gotten new clothes and was pleased. While he liked being
shorter than Jensen and Jeff, he didn’t want it to be forever.
 
Finished, he took his stuff to the front and paid for them, then went to the
Wal-Mart that was connected to the mall, stocking up on toothpaste,
toothbrushes, and some deodorant and other necessities as well as two huge
winter coats that were incredibly warm. Once he was done, he went back out
after pulling on his winter coat and squinted when he saw how close to sundown
they were. Cussing under his breath, he hurried to the bike and strapped
everything down as Jensen chirped at him before taking off. He revved up and
took off towards the hotel that he’d scoped out and checked in, requesting a
bottom floor room near the woods. He of course had to make some lame excuse
that he really enjoyed the fresh scent of trees in the morning before he was
given his key. He made a face as he trotted out and rode swiftly to where his
room was and went inside.
 
He whistled a bit and grinned as Jensen flew in and hopped onto the bed as he
chirped as Jared shut the door. Jared then took the bags of new stuff and put
some of the clothes and necessities in the bathroom, which was actually really
huge, then urged Jensen onto his arm and carried him into the bathroom. He
closed the door and breathed a small sigh of relief that he’d made it in time
before going back to the clothes’ bags. He dug through and took off his old
clothes, tossing them away with a wrinkle of his nose into the garbage and then
went to the sink that was outside of the bathroom. He wet one of the towels and
was just about to start washing himself when the door to the bathroom opened
and Jensen leaned against the side, naked as the day he’d been born. Jared
stopped, his mouth dropping open as he stared at the older man and flushed as
Jensen smirked at him.
 
“Why don’t we take a shower...together?” Jensen suggested lowly and Jared would
have cursed his current state of nakedness if he could think because his cock
twitched at that suggestion, liking it *a lot*. Jensen’s smirk grew as he
reached over and rubbed a hand down Jared’s back and Jared’s eyes fluttered
closed as he arched a bit, moaning. The touch was beyond electric...it was
scalding. He turned and dropped the rag as Jensen held a hand out and they went
into the bathroom together.
 
Jensen reached into the shower and turned on the water before facing Jared and
pulling him closer. As soon as their bodies pressed together, all bets were off
as their mouths collided together in a fiery kiss. Jared moaned desperately as
Jensen’s arms wrapped around his waist, pulling them as close together as
possible as his mouth was plundered hungrily by the older man’s tongue and he
rocked a bit, sliding his cock along smooth skin until it matched up with the
equally hard cock that was pressing into his belly. Jensen growled low in his
throat and Jared arched a bit as strong hands moved to his ass, kneading and
pushing them as close together as possible. His head fell back with a groan as
Jensen started licking, biting, and sucking a path down his chin and neck and
he jerked as Jensen bit him hard right at the neck shoulder joint. He clawed at
the pale skin as he panted for air, so turned on he was afraid he was going to
come if Jensen kept up his assault.
 
“Been wanting this too long...you’re so gorgeous, Jared...” Jensen’s voice was
husky and raw with emotions and Jared couldn’t help feeling that this was so
real, that he wasn’t just a substitute. As Jensen knelt before him while
kissing and licking a wet hot path along his chest, that feeling grew. He
*wasn’t* a substitute. Jensen really wanted *him*. ‘So does Jeff, dumbass! Now
shut up and enjoy!’ his brain told him and he couldn’t help chuckling.
 
His chuckles changed to gasps as Jensen sucked his cock down like a pro and he
moaned as he bent over a bit, his fingers curling into Jensen’s hair as the
older man happily sucked him off. He trembled, unable to even imagine such
pleasure like this and it didn’t take him long to come. He whimpered Jensen’s
name and shook with pleasure as he came apart, filling Jensen’s eager mouth
with his come as he thrust forward once. He wobbled a bit and would have
collapsed if Jensen hadn’t stood and held him close, his mouth finding Jared’s
in a hungry kiss that tasted of his release and served to arouse him again.
 
Dazedly, he let Jensen lead him into the steaming shower and moaned as he was
pulled close to Jensen again. He rubbed against the older man as they started
kissing once more while the water washed away the travel dirt of several days
along with any of Jared’s release that remained. When their mouths parted,
Jensen reached over for the shampoo conditioner mix Jared had bought and put
some into his hand. He started washing Jared’s hair then and Jared almost
started crying at the tenderness. He bowed his head a bit, letting Jensen take
care of him a little before he reached over for the bottle as well. He began
washing Jensen’s hair and smiled as Jensen’s eyes slipped closed in pleasure
and his own eyes closed as well as the long fingers kneaded his head, relaxing
and cleaning him at the same time.
 
He went along with Jensen’s movements as they went back under the stream to
rinse out the suds. He tilted his head back, sighing in pleasure as he rested
his hands on Jensen’s shoulders while the older man’s hands landed almost
possessively on his hips. He moaned as Jensen’s mouth started suckling and
biting along his arched neck and he wrapped his arms around Jensen’s head,
holding him close as pleasure shot through him with every teasing touch. He let
his head be brought up and returned the hungry kiss that Jensen grabbed him
with as they moved out of the spray again. Their kiss broke and they both
panted out of need for each other and air before Jensen glanced over and
grabbed one of the rags. Jared also grabbed one a bit shakily and laughed
nervously as Jensen grinned wickedly at him, a sight that just made him even
harder. Jensen then brought up the shower gel and poured a generous amount onto
both rags before he started cleaning Jared.
 
Jared took a bit to start his own cleaning since the feeling of Jensen
scrubbing him in light circles just about undid him, but he managed to regain
control and started cleaning the strong lean body before him. He followed
Jensen’s example and skipped the hard cock that was jutting out between the
older man’s legs and grinned teasingly as Jensen glared at him but then they
both just laughed softly as they cleaned each other’s legs. Jensen then pulled
him close and ran his rag down Jared’s back and proceeded to thoroughly clean
Jared’s crack and hole.
 
Unable to do more than gasp and spread his legs for balance and better access
for Jensen, Jared clung to Jensen as he buried his face in the older man’s
shoulder. When a rag cocooned finger pressed into him and started stretching
and cleaning him, he shuddered as his mind short circuited. He’d never *ever*
felt this much pleasure and he sure as hell didn’t want to stop. Every push and
twist of the finger had him gasping and rubbing against the older man and he
couldn’t hold back, didn’t want to hold back. With a cry, he shuddered and
arched hard against Jensen as his come spurted between their bodies in his
climax.
 
He felt like he’d melted into Jensen as he relaxed a bit, feeling warm and
aroused as Jensen chuckled and muttered about his libido. He looked up and
mouthed along Jensen’s rough chin as he brought his rag around, then looked
down to watch as he cleaned off the rest of the come that hadn’t rinsed away
and then focused on cleaning that hard shaft he wanted. Jensen groaned and
arched, obviously close himself as Jared cleaned the hard flesh then down
between Jensen’s legs. He was suddenly turned and nuzzled into the wet cool
tile as Jensen pressed along his body from behind.
 
Spreading his legs, Jared moaned as he turned his head and watched from the
corner of his eye as Jensen squirted some of the shower gel onto his cock
before pressing in against Jared. Jared’s eyes fluttered closed again as he
moaned softly when Jensen started pushing his cock into him. He shifted his
head and leaned his forehead against the tile as he was stretched and filled
painfully, feeling good as well as pain filled as the large cock took him over
just as Jensen and Jeff had taken his life over. His right hand suddenly had
fingers laced with his own and he squeezed the fingers as he struggled to
relax, panting as he trembled under the older man.
 
He relaxed a bit more as Jensen’s strong arm wrapped around his chest and then
slid down a bit to hold him steady, but it was Jensen’s whispered, “Fuck,
you’re a virgin...” that almost made him lose it. They both groaned deeply as
Jensen moved, thrusting shallowly into Jared’s quivering hole. He never thought
he’d lose his virginity to such a man, but oh man he was so not letting it go!
His mind was washed away with pleasure as it replaced the pain as Jensen
started thrusting steadily into him. Soon he was pulled back a bit and braced
more on the wall as Jensen kept plunging deeper and deeper into him, becoming
harder and faster as their whispers and moans grew steadily louder. Jared found
that he was soon babbling, begging for more and harder and please please please
now fuck me now as Jensen took over his world with every piercing thrust.
 
His world exploded as a slender hand wrapped around his cock and stroked once
and he was gone, screaming as he fell into that chasm that was far deeper than
he ever imagined. It became even brighter and hotter as Jensen growled against
his ear and wet heat filled him inside and he couldn’t think anymore as he
blacked out.
 
He came back slowly to himself, still shaking with pleasure as he clung to
Jensen’s arms around him. He moaned a bit as he felt Jensen still deep inside
of him and he didn’t want that feeling to go as the shower stream poured over
them, washing away their exertions as well as their release. But it had to end
and Jensen gently pulled from him before turning him and holding him close.
Jared relaxed into him as his senses calmed down and he let Jensen take care of
him. He didn’t stir too much as the shower was shut off and he was led from the
shower and toweled dry. But he did become a bit more aware as he was kissed
gently and smiled into the kiss as he held Jensen close.
 
When they pulled away a bit, he chuckled softly as Jensen grinned at him and
watched as some of the worry left Jensen’s green gaze. “That...was beyond
awesome,” he finally managed roughly and Jensen chuckled this time as they
rested their foreheads together.
 
“So what now?” Jensen murmured seductively and Jared wanted to kick his
hormones as they twitched at the possibility. Jensen’s grin showed the older
man knew just what he’d done and Jared just wanted to bite him for the
smugness.
 
“Well, I saw a club that’s nearby and was thinking we could go there,” he
finally drawled out lazily and grinned as Jensen’s eyebrow tilted up. “Wha?” he
asked semi-innocently and grinned even more.
 
“Aren’t you a bit underage?” Jensen asked before stepping back and reaching for
one of the boxer briefs that had been put in the bathroom with him.
 
“Yea, on my real ID,” Jared replied flippantly and snickered as Jensen swatted
him as he sauntered out. He went over to the clothes he’d put aside for himself
and started pulling them on before going over and combing back his wet hair. He
brushed his teeth and then looked over as Jensen came out, clean shaven and
dressed in the black jeans and button down green silk shirt that Jared had
given him. Jared felt his pants get really tight at the sight and groaned as
Jensen pinned him against the sink with a thigh between his legs. “God you look
good,” he moaned and jerked as the older man rotated his leg slowly, a knowing
smirk on his full lips as he watched Jared.
 
“You look downright fuckable,” Jensen purred as he pressed their bodies
together and ran a hand down the black cotton button down shirt that Jared had
put on before stopping at the waistband of the black jeans he had on. “Let’s go
dance,” he said though instead of finishing Jared off and Jared moaned and
whimpered as Jensen pulled away from him. Jensen laughed softly as he went over
and grabbed a pair of the dress shoes, then put them on after taking the socks
Jared threw at him and pulling them on. Jared pulled on the black sneakers he’d
bought and went over to get their jackets. He gave one to Jensen, whose eyes
sparkled in delight at the sight of the down filled jacket, then put on his own
jacket. Grabbing the room key and giving the spare to Jensen, Jared led the way
out and started them walking towards the club, which was a block away.
 
They both stopped when they heard the wolf howl and grinned at each other
before lacing their fingers together and continuing towards the club. They got
in with little trouble and both relaxed as the club scene swept them away with
its pounding bass, flashing lights, and sexy bodies that swayed together to the
beat. They found a booth and put their coats there before getting a couple of
beers and sitting together. They started talking about their lives and Jared
found out more of what had happened three years before. He opened up about his
own fall out with his family and his move to New York City and the things he’d
gone through and accepted the kiss and comfort that Jensen offered him even as
he offered the same for all that Jeff and Jensen had been through.
 
To distract them from their deep thoughts, Jared pulled Jensen onto the dance
floor and started dancing. Well at least he danced how *he* knew to dance and
got Jensen laughing so hard he nearly fell over. But then Jensen pulled him
close and turned him so they were back to front and swayed. He let his head
fall back in pleasure as they just ground together to the beat, swaying as one
as Jensen’s hands roamed over his front and thighs while his own hands clung to
Jensen’s hips. It was arousing and sensual, but safe and secure at the same
time and he loved it.
 
But it didn’t last as Jensen suddenly stiffened behind him and stilled. Looking
up, Jared saw that he was focused on something and followed his line of sight
until it landed on two very hot dark haired women who were watching them both
intently. All of a sudden, Jensen pulled back and grabbed his hand, yanking him
along with a yelp as he went back to their booth. He ignored Jared’s inquiries
into what was wrong as he threw Jared’s coat at him before grabbing his own,
then swiftly dragged Jared out of the club and into the chill night. They
walked swiftly away from the club and it took a bit to keep up with Jensen, but
Jared was almost too baffled on whatever was going on to really protest. When
they got almost all the way back to their room, he finally halted them and
tugged Jensen close. “What’s going on, Jensen?” he demanded as he huffed for
breath, winded from their almost run.
 
Jensen panted a bit but Jared couldn’t tell if it was from panic or from the
fast walk as he gazed at Jared before glancing back the way they’d come. He
opened his mouth to say something, but then pulled Jared suddenly just before
the ground next to them exploded from getting hit by a projectile. He kept them
running as more shots were fired until they were into the woods just outside of
their hotel. “Jensen! What is happening?!” Jared demanded in alarm as they ran
along, and then came to a stop in a glade.
 
“Assassins. We have to find Jeff,” Jensen answered tersely and Jared felt his
insides freeze at that.
 
“Assassins? What do they want?” he whispered shakily as they looked around in
the near darkness. He cried out and jumped with Jensen as the sound of
something clanking shut swiftly sounded near them. Another and then another
snapping clank ripped through the air as they shifted so they were back to
back.
 
“Show yourself, you fucking bitches!” Jensen snarled out as he trembled against
Jared’s back and held Jared even closer as they waited for the two to show
themselves. They both stiffened as they heard the yelp of pain from a dog
mingling with another of the snapping clanks and horror flooded through Jared.
 
“Oh god...Jeff...” he whispered and they both took off towards where the sounds
had been. They stopped as they found the two girls next to a barbaric trap,
pulling out a huge black shape from the trap as they grinned evilly.
“You...fucking bitches!” Jared snarled and stepped forward, but stopped as two
guns were pointed at him from the black haired lady.
 
“Well well...you must be that brat that escaped the mayor of New York City. And
Jensen...been such a long time,” the kneeling assassin remarked and grinned as
Jensen snarled at her.
 
“Not long enough,” Jensen hissed as he pulled Jared closer to him and Jared
could see the tears and despair on the older man’s face and knew he was about
the same.
 
“Eh, who cares. We have one of our objectives...now to finish off the other,”
the standing assassin stated as she cocked her gun and pointed it at Jared.
“Get rid of the brat and bring in you...the mayor will be pleased,” she purred
as she took aim.
 
She didn’t get to fire though as a black shape hurtled out of the air and
tackled her, snarls drowning out her screams of shock as she fought to save
herself. Jared stared and then felt relief flood over him. He heard Jensen’s
whispered, “Thank god...Jeff...” and knew he was right.
 
But the girl’s partner had other thoughts as she shouted and took aim at the
writhing pile of snarling and screaming. Without even thinking, Jared ran
forward and kicked her hard, sending her flying back...and onto one of the
traps they had set. With a clanking snap, it pierced her neck and head as she
screamed in agony and jerked in her death throes before her body slowly stilled
as gurgles floated into the air. Shaking hard, Jared backed away and turned
suddenly when he bumped into a strong body, then was held close as he just
shook and buried his face in Jensen’s strong chest. The death sounds finally
faded away and the sounds of panting and a whine broke through the silence.
They both turned to where Jeff was watching them, his eyes shining and his
muzzle wet. He watched them for a minute before turning and trotting back into
the forest darkness and Jared shuddered again.
 
They went back to their hotel, not even worrying about the bodies of the two
assassins as they just got away from the scene. Sure, they’d be found someday,
but for now, they just wanted...*needed* to get away. They got into the room
and Jared sobbed suddenly as it washed over him suddenly what had just happened
and what had nearly happened. He ran into the bathroom and stripped before
climbing into the shower. He turned the water on hot and started scrubbing
himself as he sobbed hysterically, unable to get past everything that was
flashing before his eyes as memories from all that had happened within the last
two months crowded into his mind.
 
But two gentle hands stopped his scrubbing and he turned into Jensen’s hold and
clung to the older man as he cried. Everything had just gotten a whole lot
darker and dangerous and they’d almost *lost* it all. And he couldn’t have
that...he couldn’t take it.
 
He wanted it to end.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter_Fifteen
 
‘thoughts’
 
Warnings: More smut and language. Hehehe >.>
 
Jensen stirred gently as he started to wake up when the sense of the sun near
to rising brushed his senses. He nuzzled the warm body that he was holding and
smiled as Jared mumbled in his sleep before snuggling into the pillow he was
holding onto. After Jared had cried himself out, he’d calmed enough for Jensen
to lead him out of the shower and into bed, where they had curled up and just
held each other the rest of the night. Sleep had finally taken them, but Jensen
understood why Jared had been so upset. He knew the feelings all too well.
 
But his time was short, so he gently pulled from his young lover and got out of
bed. He looked back and watched as Jared frowned in his sleep as he searched
for Jensen before relaxing a bit into sleep again. Jensen smiled tenderly as
his eyes trailed over the long pale back that was stretched out along the bed
and the shapes of the strong thighs and legs that were under the sheets. He
wanted to do so much with Jared, but it wasn’t to be just yet. ‘Some day,’ he
thought sadly as he opened the door and tore his gaze away from the innocent
sight. He looked out and stepped outside just as the sun peeked over the
horizon and had just blocked the door open before all thought left him and a
hawk flew into the sky with a mournful cry.
 
Jeff watched as Jensen flew high into the sky after he came out of the forest
and felt his heart break at the sight. ‘To be free and not remember...’ he
thought before he swiftly crossed the parking lot and went into the room that
had been propped open, shivering from the cold as it penetrated his naked body.
He closed the door and stopped as he saw the delicious sight before him. Jared
was laid out on the bed, a sheet covering only his lower half and his back a
tempting curve of pale flesh. Jeff normally had good intentions, but he was
also a man and such temptation was too much for him. He could feel himself
hardening as his eyes trailed over the delicate lines and sensuous curves and
his mind’s eye supplemented Jensen being next to the young man. The image just
about did him in and his breath caught as Jared shifted a bit before settling.
 
A wicked thought came to him and he smirked as he strode over slowly to the
bed. Carefully, he crawled onto the bed, his gaze sliding over the slender body
hungrily before he lay out next to Jared. He leaned in carefully, not wanting
to wake Jared just yet but no longer able to resist such temptation. He flicked
his tongue out, tasting Jared’s skin on his shoulder and noted the couple of
love marks that were near the boy’s neck. He almost growled as his cock
twitched at the sight, knowing Jensen’s tendency to mark in the heat of passion
and it made him want to mark Jared as well. He would, but when he could hear
Jared’s voice. At the moment, he just wanted to taste.
 
And so taste he did as he licked, suckled, and nipped at the soft skin of
Jared’s back, making his way down leisurely as Jared squirmed under him in his
sleep. He was amazed the boy could stay asleep, but he knew how to wake him as
he pushed the soft sheets covering what he wanted off. He growled deeply as he
took in the soft curve of Jared’s ass and shifted down to lick and bite lightly
at the area, causing Jared’s squirms to turn into thrusts into the mattress. He
parted Jared’s butt cheeks and leaned in, licking at the tight pucker there. He
moaned and nearly lost it as he smelled Jensen’s scent there, a musk deep and
almost a lost memory to him as he took it in. ‘Jensen took him...’ he thought
in rising desire and he wanted to mark the boy as well then and there. He
plunged his tongue into the tight pucker and almost jerked off as it clamped
down. ‘Virgin...that’s mah boy...’ he thought and chuckled deeply as he wiggled
his tongue, tasting Jared and Jensen at the same time. He pressed in a couple
of fingers and growled as Jared cried out and arched above him as he trembled
and jerked. The smell of fresh come rose up as the youth shifted and he wanted
it more. He wanted to taste and fuck and god he wanted this boy!
 
He pulled back and turned Jared onto his back, smirking as Jared looked up at
him in a sleepy muddled daze, still trembling from his release. “Jeff...” The
whimper almost undid him as he pressed between the long legs and wrapped Jared
into his hold before taking those sassy lips in a hungry kiss. He rocked
against Jared as the youth wrapped his legs around his waist and Jared’s
whimper was swallowed by him as he delved his tongue deep into Jared’s mouth
just as he had been doing to Jared’s ass. They rocked together for a bit,
moaning as their cocks slid together steadily, rubbing in delicious friction
that could get them off if he wanted it. But he didn’t...not yet. He wanted to
be balls deep in this boy before he released his load. He wanted this boy...
“Mine...” he growled out against Jared’s neck as he nosed the soft skin and
growled as Jared shuddered and whimpered again under him. He licked at the soft
skin before biting down and sucking, bucking with Jared as the youth jerked
under him in pleasure while clinging to him. He marked the youth opposite to
Jensen’s mark, a clear statement.
 
Taken...mine...his...ours...
 
He released the bruised flesh and leaned up to gaze into Jared’s lust filled
gaze before kissing the young man again as his hands went down to cradle the
slender hips and shift them into position. He leaned up again as he broke the
hungry kiss and glanced over. He smirked as he saw a small bottle of lotion
sitting there and grabbed it, then squirted it onto his hand. He smoothed it
onto his aching cock before using the rest on two fingers to stretch Jared a
bit. He watched as Jared squirmed and moaned under him, his chest heaving as
his body shifted and thrust onto his fingers. It didn’t take him much to lose
control and he pulled his fingers out before lying out over Jared again. He
kissed Jared hard as he shifted into position then slowly pressed inside,
groaning as Jared stretched around him as the boy whined in pain and pleasure
into his mouth. He sucked on Jared’s tongue, distracting him as he pushed all
the way inside and then stilled to let them both adjust. Jared was hot and
tight around him, so tight that he was afraid he was going to lose it
completely before even moving. But he regained control of his need as they held
onto each other, then slowly flexed, pushing deeper into the boy.
 
Jared moaned deep in his throat as his head fell back and Jeff couldn’t resist
that offering as he began to move. His body quickly remembered this act as he
thrust into Jared’s body, bringing pleasure to them both when he shifted them
just enough for him to hit Jared’s g-spot with every thrust. But his control
had been stretched too thin and it snapped when Jared whimpered his name with
every thrust. He began pounding into the boy, bracing himself on either side of
Jared’s shoulders as he thrust and felt Jared cling to him as he cried out. The
sounds...the sight...the smell...it overwhelmed him as he lost complete control
and thrust hard and fast, sending Jared over the edge as the boy cried out in
completion before he was dragged along and exploded deep inside the teen.
 
He tried to stay up as they jerked and gasped in ecstasy, but his strength gave
out and he collapsed on top of Jared, who relaxed as well. He managed to turn
them to their sides enough that he wasn’t crushing the youth, but he didn’t
leave Jared’s body. And it seemed Jared was just fine with that as he wrapped
around Jeff and pressed as close as possible to keep Jeff deep inside. ‘Just
like Jensen...’ he thought tiredly as he stroked his fingers through Jared’s
hair while they both relaxed. Jared nuzzled into him and promptly fell back to
sleep and Jeff couldn’t blame him one bit. He cuddled Jared close and tugged
the sheet back up over them before giving in to exhaustion himself.
 
*~*~*
 
Jared yawned and stretched, enjoying the dull ache in his ass as he watched
Jeff fill up the Harley. Jeff smirked over at him, looking far too smug at how
fucked over Jared felt, but who was Jared to complain? He waved and sauntered
towards the gas station, grinning as Jensen flew in and landed on his arm as he
stretched before hopping to his shoulder and tugging on his hair in greeting.
“Hey to you too,” he murmured in reply as he turned his head a bit to nuzzle
the feathered body before he went into the store to get something to eat and
drink. He smirked as the store clerk asked him in awe if Jensen was his bird
and he just said that he was Jensen’s human as he paid for his stuff and
grinned as the girl flushed a bit. He took his stuff and went outside, but then
stopped as he saw a van at one of the other pumps.
 
With a shock, he saw a bald head peek around the edge to watch Jeff and knew
who it was. ‘Mike!’ He glanced over as well and saw that his lover had gone
inside to pay for the gas, so he dashed over and around, ignoring Jensen’s
chirps of disapproval as he ran. He grinned as Mike smiled at him and hugged
the other man in greeting. “Mike...you caught up. Good.”
 
“Hard to do that with you two just meandering around,” Mike grumbled and Jared
snickered at that. “You guys only have five days to get to New York though to
break this thing,” he said seriously and Jared’s grin faded as he nodded
solemnly.
 
“Ok look...we need to catch Jeff and convince him. So follow us and we’ll
convince Jensen with this and catch Jeff. Ok? Try not to be too obvious,” he
suggested and grinned as Mike rolled his eyes.
 
“Just blow him to distract him. I know you can,” Mike retorted and laughed
softly as Jared blushed beet red.
 
“Jared! Time to go! Get yer ass out here!”
 
Mike’s eyes widened when he heard Jeff and Jared snorted. “Keep up, ok?” he
ordered before dashing towards the store, then walking over to where Jeff was
waiting. He smiled sweetly as his lover eyed him, then whimpered as he was
pulled closer into Jeff’s larger body and kissed fiercely. When he was
released, he looked up at Jeff. “What was that for?” he asked as he licked his
lips.
 
“Punishment for keeping me waiting,” Jeff growled and Jared felt a bolt of want
shoot through him. Then he understood what Jeff meant by punishment when he was
forced onto the bike half hard that swiftly went to fully hard when Jeff revved
up the bike and got them going. He pressed as close to Jeff as possible as he
wrapped his arms around Jeff’s chest and tried not to think about Jeff fucking
him as they drove along. Soon he dozed off though as they drove through the
state heading south east.
 
He jerked awake though as they slowed down and turned down a pebbled pathway
that traveled near a lake that was already frozen over. He looked around
tiredly and noted that it was maybe mid afternoon and wondered what was going
on when they came to a stop in front of a log home. He looked up at Jeff as
they came to a stop and saw warmth there. “Where are we?” he asked softly
before getting off of the bike with Jeff and stumbling a bit as his numb butt
made it aware that sitting too long on a vibrating motor was not great for
circulation.
 
“Mine and Jensen’s old cabin.” The answer was soft and startled him as he
looked over at the older man as he looked around at their surroundings. “We
came here and made love here for the first time after our second date. After
that, we escaped here whenever we could, but couldn’t come here after Welling
found us out,” he explained as a bitter smile crossed his lips. He refocused on
Jared and his smile gentled as he held an arm out and gathered Jared close to
him. His soft sigh as he buried his face into Jared’s shoulder saddened Jared
even more and he held Jeff close to him, being the strength for this strong
man. “Jared...this place is yours now too. You’re a part of us...you’re
*ours*.”
 
The soft declaration broke something within Jared and a tear rolled down his
cheek before he buried his face in Jeff’s broad shoulder. When Jeff stepped
back after a bit, he smiled and helped the older man take their stuff into the
cabin. “So no one knows about this place?” he asked as they went inside.
 
“Nope. I have it listed under my grandfather’s wife’s maiden name for secrecy.
With how in the public eye we were, any privacy was craved. We’d come up here
to just fish or relax on the lake in the boat or just watched the football
games while lazing around,” Jeff replied and sneezed as a cloud of dust hit
them when they opened the door.
 
“True home,” Jared murmured as he looked around, taking it in. It was a large
log home, two stories and, from what it looked like as he went inside, a huge
basement that was built into the side of the hill that was overlooking the
lake. The front door led into a long hallway that opened up into a living room
that was huge. An enormous glacier rock fireplace filled almost an entire wall
and had floor to ceiling windows on either side that overlooked the lake and
forest around them as they curved into the room a bit for about ten feet. The
ceiling of the living room vaulted cathedral style and met with the windows and
fireplace at its apex. The floors were wooden with some faux fur rugs here and
there and the black leather sofas, loveseat, and two large cushioned lazy boy
chairs surrounded the fireplace and its platform of white stone.
 
Awed, Jared looked around, noting the paintings and plants that were situated
around the room before he decided to explore some more. He went into the
kitchen and almost drooled when he saw the stainless steel appliances and huge
refrigerator. He brushed a hand along the solid oak dining room set and saw
that there was a breakfast nook as well near some more tall windows that faced
the forest surrounding them. He moved from the kitchen to a set of wooden
stairs that went up and found several bedrooms and an office that had two
computers. ‘Gonna have to update those,’ he mused idly as he looked around. He
found the master bedroom and almost whimpered as he saw the huge California
king sized bed. It had black and white silk sheets under a maroon comforter
that seemed to set off the primary colors dramatically. A couple of
artistically tasteful paintings of two naked men either in the throes of
passion or holding each other tenderly hung on the two walls on either side of
the door while huge windows revealed a stunning view of the lake and the
surrounding land as it spread out. He saw that there was a deck outside of the
doors before turning and seeing himself reflected back from a large mirror that
was situated on the wall parallel to the bed. He moaned as the implications
sunk in and had to rub his crotch a bit to alleviate the sudden tightness
there. He went to the side of the mirror in the doorway there and found a
bathroom that was as large as the bedroom with a whirlpool tub made of black
marble on a raised platform as the center stage. He noted the candles that had
burned down on the wall that surrounded the tub before looking over at the
sinks and toilet. He left the bathroom and went back downstairs, grinning as
Jeff smirked at him before taking him downstairs.
 
There he found a much cozier version of the living room as they stepped down
into the depressed section of the floor and sat down on some of the pillows
that were scattered around the area. He noted that there was seating in the
circle and cushions then saw the fireplace and windows set up again. He noticed
that the windows were also doors on the left side and that a stone pathway led
down the hill to the lake. He relaxed as Jeff took him into his arms and
stroked his back. He looked up and smiled into the kiss that landed on his lips
as he wrapped himself around the older man. Now he understood why Jeff had
brought him there.
 
This was home.
 
*~*~*
 
“I can’t believe this is still here.”
 
The soft declaration broke through Jared’s thoughts and he turned and grinned
as Jensen trotted down the stairs, uncaring of his nudity as he strolled over
to Jared, who was sitting just as naked on one of the rugs near the living room
fireplace. He had been surprised to learn that the house was self sufficient as
well as gorgeous with solar power, a well, and satellite cable. They could use
their cell phones so there was no need for a phone line...it truly was paradise
and safety. He had found that they had also stocked up with canned goods and
frozen meat and he had found evidence of a garden in the backyard. If they
hadn’t been cursed, they could have easily fallen off the map.
 
‘But then we never would have met,’ he reminded himself as Jensen lay down on
the rug with him and cuddled close, kissing him gently in greeting. “I
know...needless to say I’m in awe,” he murmured as he relaxed back.
 
“And fucked out...I can smell him on you,” Jensen remarked huskily before
kissing him again as he laid out on top of Jared. The thought that the two were
getting off on smelling each other on him turned him on as well. It was almost
like they were very keen on possessing him as much as possible in the most
animalistic of ways. He groaned as Jensen licked at the mark Jeff had left on
his neck and turned his head to give better access. He actually *really* liked
how possessive they were. It pushed away the thought that, once the curse was
removed, they would have each other and he’d be left out. He would just take as
much as he could as long as could and consequences be damned.
 
Jensen was just getting into it when he stopped suddenly and leaned up. “What
was that?” he murmured softly and Jared looked up at him, and then tilted his
head to look out the window. He leaned up as well and looked out the window
that faced the driveway as they both saw twin headlamps coming down the drive.
Jensen growled softly as he stood up and went over to where their bags were
laying in the hall and pulled on some jeans and a sweater as Jared came over.
He was just getting his shoes on as Jared pulled on his own clothes, then they
both went outside to see who had come down and interrupted them.
 
Jared relaxed though as soon as he saw Mike coming out of the van and placed a
soothing hand on Jensen’s tight shoulder. “Dude, I told him to follow us,” he
said soothingly as the bald man came over.
 
“What do you want, Mike? What the hell did you drag Jared into now?” Jensen
snapped as he crossed his arms over his chest and Jared rolled his eyes.
 
“Can we like...sit down and talk? I need a beer...” Mike asked instead and
headed for the large patio deck that was behind where the fireplaces were.
 
Jared smiled winningly at Jensen and whimpered as he received a glare in return
before he dashed inside to get them some beers. He came out onto the deck as
Jensen sat down in one of the deck chairs and handed over the beers. Mike
opened his and took a gulp with a happy sigh, but Jensen just continued to
watch Mike. “Talk.”
 
“I asked him to follow us, Jensen. We have a plan to break the curse and we
need your help to convince Jeff to let Mike help,” Jared explained as he sat at
Jensen’s knee and looked up at him, pleading silently for his lover to listen.
 
“What plan? There’s no way to break the curse...except maybe killing that
monster,” Jensen retorted bitterly, but he slid his fingers through Jared’s
hair soothingly.
 
“There is a plan, Jense. There is. I finally found the source of the curse and
there is a way to break it. In a week’s time, there will be an eclipse. Night
and day will become one. If you both stand before Tom as yourselves, the curse
will be broken,” Mike stated urgently as he leaned in closer, his eyes shining
from excitement.
 
Jensen watched Mike impassively, his anger fading a bit obviously, but wariness
still ruled him and Jared sought to comfort him by rubbing his cheek on
Jensen’s thigh. Jensen’s fingers massaging his head reassured him as Jensen
said, “How do you know that this isn’t some...plant by Marsters?”
 
“I thought that too, but I had it confirmed. You remember Allie? She confirmed
that it was real,” Mike answered and grinned as Jensen grinned as well at the
mention of their old friend.
 
“That little hacker...” Jensen murmured fondly.
 
“Hacker slash witch, Jense. She has been working with me ever since the curse
got cast because it unbalanced the whole...energy of the world thing or
something,” Mike added before taking a gulp of his beer.
 
“What do you want us to do?” Jensen finally asked as he turned to Mike a bit
more, relaxing as he seemed to come to grips that this wasn’t a ruse. Jared
felt his heart soar at this and nodded at Mike.
 
“We need to get Jeff to accept we need to do this. You guys are becoming more
like your animal selves as the time passes. Surely you’ve noticed,” Mike
replied before nodding at Jared.
 
Frowning in confusion, Jared looked up at Jensen and saw the regret and shame
there. “What? What are they doing?” he asked in confusion as he looked between
the two.
 
Mike stared at Jensen silently before focusing on Jared. “Marking their
territory...killing...giving into their animal urges. They’re losing their
humanity. That is the major price of the curse on them. Soon, they won’t even
change into humans,” he explained softly and looked out over the dark woods
when there was a wolf howl.
 
“B-Bullshit! Humans c-can be like th-that too!” Jared protested as he stuttered
as he looked up at Jensen, but he saw that it wasn’t a lie. ‘Then those
markings...the need to ride me bareback...it was just their animal sides?’ he
thought and wanted to curl up as the thought devastated him. He looked down and
away before shaking his head. “Well then we better work on breaking this,
right?” he replied hoarsely before standing.
 
“Jared...”
 
The soft plea hurt him, but he yanked his hand away from Jensen’s touch. He
couldn’t handle the tenderness...the lie. He went across the deck and down the
stairs to the stone path that led towards the lake, almost running as it rushed
over him. He came to a stop next to the lake and panted for air, trying not to
notice the sobs that choked out of him as he hugged himself. ‘Lies lies
lies...it wasn’t real...’ his thoughts taunted him and he shivered as he
squatted down, curling up. He eventually calmed down and looked around, then
stopped as he saw a four legged figure walking across the moonlit ice lake.
 
Jeff.
 
He stood up slowly and watched as Jeff sniffed across the lake slowly, heading
in his direction. But suddenly, there was a crack followed by a loud splash and
Jeff’s surprised yelp and Jared’s heart froze. “Jeff! Hold on!” The ice had
broken!
 
He ran across the ice, gasping as he avoided weak spots and slipping and
sliding as he followed the sounds of splashing and Jeff’s panicked yelping and
whines. “Jensen! Mike! Help! He’s fallen into the ice!!” he screamed as he
finally came to where Jeff was struggling to get out. He dropped to his belly
and crawled forward, then grabbed onto the soaked wolf and worked to get him up
out of the icy water. He heard the other two men shouting and the sound of snow
crunching under shoes, but he was too focused on the life he was holding onto.
 
All of a sudden, the ice gave out under him and he plunged into the icy water.
He gasped with shock and almost choked as he inhaled water, then broke the
surface with a gasp and coughing. He grabbed onto Jeff and tried to push him up
as he heard Jensen and Mike shouting their encouragement as they both tried to
get a hold of him and Jeff. He cried out in pain though as Jeff snarled in fear
and clawed at him and he went under again. He managed to push himself up
through the hole and got a grip on Jeff and pushed the wolf out of the water
and into Jensen’s arms. He was just about to go under again as he grew
lethargic from the cold, but his hands were grasped and he was hauled out and
into a pair of strong arms. He knew he needed to stay awake as he coughed, but
he was so cold and dizzy. He moaned softly as blackness washed over him and he
remembered no more.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 16 *****
Chapter_Sixteen
 
‘thoughts’
 
Warnings: Angst, some violence, language.
 
A hand stroking through his hair and the feel of soft fur under his cheek woke
Jared slowly from his sleep and he nuzzled into the warm fur as the pair of
arms around him tightened, drawing him closer. He winced a little as his chest
ached and he slowly opened his eyes and blearily looked around. He realized
that the fur under his cheek was wolf fur and looked up to see gentle golden
hazel eyes watching him. The fingers stroking through his hair registered and
his gaze shifted more to lock with Jensen’s as the older man watched him sadly.
He remembered then what had happened and looked away as tears came to his eyes,
but they were brushed away with a long finger. He looked back up, then noticed
that Jensen was glowing just a little and looked over to see that the sky was
pinking just a bit. He turned his gaze back to Jensen, who was looking at his
own hand before turning his gaze down to focus on Jeff. Jared leaned up a
little as well and watched the curse take shape before his very eyes.
 
The wolf slowly changed, not painful as the movies, but gentle...a simple shift
from wolf to man within the blink of an eye as the light touched over their
bodies. Jeff shifted and looked up as Jensen stared at him, his eyes wide with
tears and longing as he brought his hand in to touch. Jeff reached up as well
and Jared urged them...urged them to touch and hurry...
 
But it wasn’t meant to be.
 
With a fluttering of wings and Jensen’s sob of despair, the cry turned into the
cry of a hawk and Jensen flapped his wings before taking to flight. He cried
out again before swooping out the door that had been opened by Mike as he stood
nearby, watching in sorrow.
 
Jeff’s scream of anguish broke through the morning and Jared felt tears rolling
down his cheeks as Jeff curled onto his side and sobbed. But he didn’t reach
for Jeff or comfort him. Instead, he got up and left their little nest and went
into a bathroom to cry quietly by himself.
 
A few minutes later, he emerged after pulling on a long shirt to Jeff snarling
at Mike as the bald man faced off with Jeff. Jared ran to Jeff and pulled at
his arm. “Stop it Jeff! He’s here to help!” he shouted as Jeff cursed at Mike
for being there and for getting Jensen involved in the ‘stupid plan’. “Jeff!”
Jared grunted then as Jeff shoved him off and he went sprawling and cried out
in pain as his wounds reopened when he hit the nearby couch. He turned onto his
back and sat up a bit before looking up to find Jeff staring at him in horror
and realized that his wounds could be seen.
 
“What happened? Where did you get those?” Jeff whispered hoarsely as he knelt
next to Jared and helped him to sit up more.
 
Mike came over as Jared looked away and said gruffly, “That happened last night
when he saved your life.”
 
Jeff stared at Jared before looking up at Mike. When he saw the truth for what
it was, he looked down then at Jared again. He reached over and tenderly hugged
Jared to him. “You...idiot...Why?” he whispered shakily as Jared just rested
against him numbly.
 
“Because...I did what I could,” Jared mumbled and closed his eyes as he just
took in Jeff’s scent and warmth. This was the last time...he better have a good
memory.
 
A heavy sigh left Jeff as he held Jared closer before looking up at Mike. “All
right...what do we need to do?” he asked sadly and Mike knelt next to them to
explain what needed to be done, the first being that they get rid of the
microchip that was in Jared’s neck. Jared just hoped it would be enough.
 
*~*~*
 
New York City was as busy as he remembered it all those years ago and yet, it
was a strange world to him now. Jensen glanced around as he sat in the van with
Mike and Jeff prowled in the back of the van. He watched the city move around
him and glanced in the side mirror to make sure that Jared was still with them.
He felt his heart break again as he remembered how withheld Jared had become
over the past two days as they had traveled to New York. ‘He just doesn’t
understand...but how can I explain it? How can any of us explain it?’ he
wondered in despair before looking over at Mike. “How much further?” he asked
softly as he hugged himself.
 
“With how traffic is, we should make it to Misha’s place by midnight. After
that...who knows,” Mike answered and sighed as he was forced to stop again. He
glanced over at Jensen before looking forward again. “You know you can prove to
Jared that your feelings are true once this is over, right?”
 
“I don’t know if he’ll believe us anymore, Mike. He’s been through so much. To
find out that our lust was basically more from the curse and not solely from
our wanting him...that would break anyone. Especially one who has been shunned
by everything he ever loved,” Jensen replied quietly and his voice broke a bit
as he looked down.
 
“What would you do if you could get through to him now?” Mike inquired as they
started forward again and Jensen caught him looking at his mirrors, more than
likely checking on Jeff and Jared.
 
“I don’t know, that’s the bad thing. I can remember how it was with Jeff before
everything, but now it’s all based on my animal instincts to own and mark and
mate. And I think it’s the same with Jeff. But I never felt this way with
anyone else that came into our lives. Does that mean something?” Jensen
whispered and bit on his thumb a bit. But Mike didn’t answer, letting the
question say the answer for itself as they drove towards their friend’s place
that would place them closest to the town hall where on December first there
would be a meeting of all the committees and council members as well as the
police administrators to discuss new policies before the end of the year.
 
Jensen just hoped that it would be worth it all in the end. He had a bad
feeling though that things might not go as planned. And the feeling centered
most on Jared.
 
When they finally arrived to the downtown area that was centered around the
city hall building, they took a left and went down a block. Pulling into the
parking ramp that was there, they all got out of the van and stretched their
legs as Jared pulled up next to them. Mike opened the door and Jeff hopped out,
woofing as he shook himself before trotting over to Jensen then to Jared. He
whined a bit as Jared only gave him a small ear scratch in greeting before
heading into the building with Mike and Jensen bit his lip with worry. Jared
looked so...resigned. So dead to his feelings. It looked like he had already
accepted the fate that they would leave him. ‘How often has that happened?’
Jensen wondered as he and Jeff followed them inside and up the stairs of the
older building.
 
They finally got to the third floor and were greeted almost immediately by
Misha. Jensen was glad to see that some things didn’t change as Misha’s warm
smile and crinkling blue eyes greeted them before the shorter slender man let
them into his place. His place was a rather spacious studio that was tastefully
decorated. A lace curtain surrounded the rather large bed, thus separating it
from there rest of the studio. “Guys need a drink?” Misha asked and chuckled as
Jeff barked at him before trotting over. “Hey Jeff...you got fuzzier!” he
stated with a laugh as he knelt and pet the wolf amiably. Jeff mock growled and
Mike laughed as well.
 
“You got a better reception than I did. But he always did like you better,”
Mike commented before going over to the fridge and pulling out some beers for
everyone. He held up his bottle and looked at each of them, even though Jensen
noted that Jared kept his gaze down as he stood near a pole on the other side
of the kitchenette. “To success and bringing down evil.”
 
“To bringing down the asshole of the hill,” Jared corrected with a smirk as
they all tilted their bottles in the toast.
 
“To bringing down the asshole of the hill,” they all agreed and laughed as Jeff
howled as well. They had to succeed. It was all they had left.
 
*~*~*
 
Jeff glanced over at Misha as they walked along the sidewalk heading for the
town hall. His friend was one of the top reporters for the New York Times, but
he was also one of the biggest investigators into what had been happening since
the curse had been set on Jeff and Jensen. He was one of their close friends
from back in the day and Jeff knew that they could count on him to back them
up. He was the one who had managed to get press passes for all of them, but
Jared and Mike with Jensen were going to be going in another way while he went
in with Misha. “Misha...thanks for being there for us still,” he murmured
quietly as they went off the sidewalk and up the stairs to the town hall where
various other media and city government officials were heading.
 
“Dude, you broke me into the best job ever. It’s the least I could do in
helping you take down the asshole of the hill!” Misha replied just as softly
back and they snickered at the nickname that Jared had coined. It fit very
well.
 
Jared.
 
Jeff’s smile slipped and he looked ahead as he thought about the young man. The
entire weekend as they had prepared for the final confrontation, Jared had been
quiet and remote. He had spoken briefly with Mike, trying to figure out what
had happened to his younger lover and had been horrified to hear that Jared
knew about one of the side effects of the curse. He had tried to speak to
Jared, but Jared had just shut him out, more than likely protecting himself
from any more hurt. Misha had taken to talking to Jared and the two had become
good friends over that short time, but Jeff had felt cold inside as he had been
forced to watch Jared become further from him and, in retrospect, Jensen as
well. He was stirred out of his thoughts when his shoulder was squeezed and he
glanced at his friend. “Misha...”
 
“I told this to Jensen and I’ll say it to you. If you two are meant to have
that boy as a part of your life, there won’t be anything to stop you. Have some
faith and get your focus back. We have a lot to do,” Misha stated firmly,
albeit gently and Jeff nodded as he smiled.
 
He checked his holster to make sure his Colt would come out without any
hitches. He didn’t know if Mike’s claims were true about the curse being broken
or not with the eclipse, but one way or another, Tom Welling was going to be
dead by the end of this meeting. End of story. He had already asked Mike to
take Jensen’s life if he failed because if he did, he was dead. He knew that
his old friend didn’t want to, had protested violently, but in the end, Jeff
would have it no other way. Together in life or death. That was how it was
going to be.
 
Nodding at Misha as they went inside, Jeff followed the reporter into the main
council chambers, feeling almost nostalgic as he walked down the aisles with
Misha until they arrived at the press area. He sat down, feeling nervous as he
kept his gaze moving, tracking those that were gathered. He almost snarled as
he saw Kane sitting near Marsters and Jaime Welling. That man had risen into
his former position after he had left and had killed Steve, one of Jeff’s best
friends. ‘He dies today as well,’ he decided as he made sure to sit on the edge
of the row. He would have a clear shot no matter what.
 
A bell tolled, signaling that the meeting was beginning and Welling stepped out
of the wings and to his seat as applause greeted him. His political smile was
warm as he waved, then sat down along with the others that were gathered. “This
final meeting before the end of the year 2009 can now commence,” Welling
declared, but he was looking nervous. Did he perhaps know that this was his
last day of life?
 
Jeff’s eyes narrowed as the meeting began with the committee member in charge
of Juvenile reformation and activities. He listened along with others as
several options were proposed for starting activities so that youth could get
involved so that they stayed off the street, out of gangs, and into more
learning experiences. He felt a pang as he remembered that it was through this
kind of thing that he and Jensen had met. His gaze shifted to the mayor and he
smirked as he noted how fidgety the mayor was. ‘He’s remembering as well,’ he
realized before refocusing on the speech.
 
When the speech ended and the representative sat down, Welling glanced at the
rest of the gathered. “Well I’m sure with more research we’ll be able to figure
some more ideas to fit that idea. But for now, I think we should put it aside
until the finances are available,” he stated and shuffled his papers as
protests and murmurs rose up from the crowd.
 
“Perhaps you’d like to explain why that is, oh illustrious mayor? Perhaps, you
should tell them that you use delinquents sentenced by the judges you’ve paid
off to satisfy your own sadistic needs of rape, torture, and other despicable
things that shouldn’t be said in the dead of light but the light of day?
Perhaps you should tell them how those bodies end up throughout this city,
mutilated and filled with drugs that you’ve put into them!”
 
Welling’s eyes widened and he stood up as the uproar of questions flooded the
room, but the mayor’s eyes were focused on Jeff as he strode to the front
slowly, eyes filled with rage and danger. Welling mouthed the name ‘Morgan’ but
it wasn’t heard as chaos exploded with the recognition of the former
Commissioner of the NYPD.
 
“Get him!”
 
The order was snarled out by Kane and several cops rushed in at Jeff. But they
were up against a former Marine and their previous commander in chief. Jeff met
each attack and either blocked them and sent the officers sprawling or knocked
them out before he turned and faced the Mayor. But he stopped as Kane moved in
front of him and snarled. “Gonna take me out, Kane?” he snapped as he bent into
a defensive position.
 
“No, I think I’ll just kill you,” Kane retorted as he pulled out his gun. But
he didn’t get his shot as Jeff rushed him and tackled him, causing the shot to
break through the stained glass ceiling and sending glass shards falling to the
ground as the crowd screamed. Jeff punched Kane a couple of times before he
realized that the air felt different.
 
He looked up and didn’t even see as Welling stood as well and saw through the
broken glass as the sun was darkened by the moon. “Night...without a day. A day
without a night...” Jeff’s eyes widened as he realized just what Mike had
meant. “Mike...wait!” he cried as he saw that the crowds were dispersing
somewhat out the doors. He stopped, feeling dead as what had happened crashed
over him and then looked over as he heard Kane getting up. Woodenly, he pulled
out his Colt and cocked it. His face hardened then as Kane looked up at him in
shock. “This is for Jared and Steve,” he whispered before firing. A trickle of
blood appeared between Kane’s eyes and he slowly fell over, dead.
 
Turning, he faced Welling and raised his gun. Welling smirked as he held his
hands up. “But kill me Jeff and the curse will never be broken,” he said
snidely as silence fell over the room. “We must think of Jensen after all.”
 
A bitter smile tilted Jeff’s lips before it shook and he blinked back tears.
“Jensen...is dead.” Welling’s eyes widened in horror and Jeff laughed a bit
through his sudden despair. “Damn you...damn you to hell,” he whispered as he
cocked the Colt.
 
“Jeff?”
 
The whispered name floated through the silent room, stilling it as effectively
as it had so many years on the stage. But most of all, it stilled the despair
within Jeff’s heart and soul and he slowly turned to find Jensen standing
within the beam of light that was coming through the broken glass. His mouth
went dry as he saw Jensen dressed in just a pair of black jeans and shoes, his
hair golden from the light and he felt a sob work its way out. But suddenly he
remembered what had to be done and turned to find Welling looking down, shaking
as he kept his eyes closed. He leapt over the railing that separated the office
chairs from the group and put the gun against Welling’s head. “Look at him,” he
ordered harshly and Welling’s eyes opened as he looked up, focusing on Jensen.
Shifting so he was in front of the mayor, Jeff pulled back a bit. “Look at me,”
he snarled and glared into the wide blue eyes that snapped to him. He stepped
back more as the gun fell to his side, joy spiraling through him. “Now look at
us,” he whispered hoarsely. But the mayor kept his gaze on him and he shouted,
“Look at us!” With the words still echoing around the room, the mayor’s gaze
shifted just enough to take them both in.
 
And he felt it. He felt the animal side that he had come to know fade until it
was just a normal part of him. He turned and faced Jensen before walking down
the stairs slowly as Jensen walked to him. He could feel the tears of joy
rolling down his cheeks and saw them on Jensen’s cheeks as he reached for Jeff.
He grabbed Jensen’s hand as soon as they were close and kissed the hand as
Jensen sobbed a bit. They kissed softly, so tenderly it was almost unreal, but
then he felt the touch of leather. He looked down and saw the leather grips
that had been Jensen’s bonds and looked up at Jensen. Jensen’s face became cold
and hard as he looked over at Welling, then stepped around Jeff and went up to
where Welling was watching, his eyes wide with longing and anger.
 
Slowly, Jensen stepped up the stairs and held up the bonds before the mayor
then let them drop. He turned and started back to Jeff. But Welling whispered
softly, “No one will have you,” as a dagger appeared in his hand and he went
after Jensen.
 
“Jeff look out!”
 
The shout warned them and Jeff turned and fired, hitting the mayor square in
the heart and sending the man stumbling into the desk with the momentum. Jensen
stumbled back with a gasp as Welling whispered Jensen’s name as blood trickled
from his mouth and he slumped, dead.
 
Jensen turned to Jeff and laughed a little as tears rolled anew down his cheeks
before he went into Jeff’s arms. With a shout of joy, Jeff lifted Jensen off
his feet and swung him around before bringing him down for another kiss, this
full of love and passion as various people began coming closer and asking
questions.
 
Jared watched them from the shadows as he leaned against a pillar, then turned
and left the room. They were finally together again and the curse was broken.
He was no longer needed.
 
Time to move on.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 17 *****
Epilogue
 
‘thoughts’
 
Warnings: Some swearing...some smut...ok threesome major smut! What did you
really think that was the end?!
 
[Six months later]
 
Humming softly to himself, Jared brushed his hair before he started taking the
make-up he’d put on for the play off. He smirked as a knock sounded on his door
and one of his co-stars peeked in to wish him good night and congrats on a
great opening night. He called out a thanks before resuming his make-up
removal.
 
A lot had happened within the six months after Welling’s death. Investigations
had been put into play by the federal government when the media had aired the
confrontation between the mayor and Jeff, stirring up panic through most of the
citizens of New York City and the people who had been helping with the mayor’s
depraved actions. They had found Marsters and Jaime Welling dead at the
mansion, killed by the kids who had been their prisoners there and trials had
been held after new judges had been swiftly appointed on the officials, police
officers, and judges who had been involved. Jared had testified as well as
several others and had been grief stricken to find out his friend George had
been killed a week after his escape, but it had passed, just as everything else
had.
 
Then, Jared had taken a chance and had tried out for a role in the new
production of Grease that had been auditioning and had managed to get the main
lead. It had been a triumph for him to know that, even though he had dropped
out of high school, he had still been able to do something worthwhile. He had
started taking classes so he could get his GED though and had gotten it just a
couple of weeks before.
 
Mike had moved back to New York and had hooked up with Misha. They had then
opened up one of the most popular clubs in New York and were very successful.
Jared visited with them quite often, but it felt funny now to him to be around
them.
 
He glanced up again as another knock sounded and laughed as he was cussed at
for being too good an actor by one of his buddies in the cast before calling
out a good night. He finished up cleaning his face and pulled on some new
clothes as he stretched a little, thinking about the two who had changed his
life.
 
Jeff and Jensen had been involved with the investigations as well for a while
before disappearing off the face of the earth. Jared felt a wave of sadness
that his prediction had come true, but he brushed it aside as he pulled on his
sports jacket. In truth, he had stayed away from them, watching them from afar.
He’d had a feeling that they had known it was him whenever they’d looked around
in search, but he had stayed away, not listening to Mike’s advice to ‘stop
being an idiot and talk to them!’. He had wanted things to just move...to just
forget those twilight hours.
 
He was just grabbing his keys when there was another knock on his door.
Curious, since he was pretty sure everyone had left, he tilted his head. “Come
in?” he called and leaned back against the counter. His eyes widened as the
door opened and revealed a smirking Jeff and a grinning Jensen. His breath
caught as he took them in, looking them over slowly as he just remembered
everything that had happened with them. “Jeff...Jensen...”
 
“Been a long time,” Jeff murmured as they came into the room and the door shut
behind them.
 
“Too long,” Jensen growled before he strode over and grabbed Jared’s head,
pulling him away from the counter for a heated kiss. Jared melted with a moan
as he returned the kiss, his heart pounding as he felt the heat of Jeff
pressing in behind him as his arms moved to around Jensen’s waist.
 
When their kiss broke, his face was tilted so that Jeff could kiss him just as
hungrily and he whimpered as Jensen nipped his neck. Gasping for air when he
was released, Jared stared dazedly at them both. “But...you
two...gone...didn’t-”
 
“If you fucking *dare* say we didn’t want you I am so drop kicking you,” Jensen
growled and Jared stared at him in shock as Jeff chuckled in amusement. “You
disappeared...we couldn’t find you, so we thought you just needed a break.”
 
“Then we heard about a Jared Padalecki being the youngest new star on Broadway
and we knew it was time to take back what was ours. *Is* ours,” Jeff added and
Jared shuddered between them as they clinched their hold on him.
 
“We’re so proud of you, Jared. We watched you tonight and realized one thing,”
Jensen murmured as he tilted Jared’s head down and brushed their lips together
in a gentle kiss.
 
“Wh-What was that?” Jared whispered shakily, near tears with his joy at the
fact that they *did* want him and that it wasn’t influenced by some stupid
curse.
 
“You look really good in a leather jacket,” Jeff purred and Jared started
laughing. He moaned though as Jeff bit his neck and sucked on the mark. “I
think it’s time we went home...don’t you?”
 
“Yes...yes please,” Jared whispered happily as he held them both close to him.
Finally...everything was complete. He moaned quietly as Jensen’s hands squeezed
his ass and Jeff’s hands gripped his thighs, spreading them to let Jensen even
closer to him. He felt so near to them, trapped between them, pressed in like
meat in a sandwich and just as intimately joined. Only one thing was stopping
them...
 
Clothes.
 
Jensen grabbed his hand and led the way out impatiently and Jared made sure to
turn off the lights on their way out. He didn’t have a car and had managed to
get an apartment near the theater so he usually walked, but the instant they
got out, he saw the Harley. He moaned as he stopped, resting back against Jeff
as the older man nearly ran into him. Memories flooded over him, memories of
being pressed against Jeff as the motor rumbled between his legs and the
constant feeling that he was on a steady stream of arousal. He heard their
chuckles and let them lead him closer to the bike and saw, to his shock, that
there was not just one, but three Harleys. He stopped again and looked up at
them both, questioning what he was seeing. When a set of keys was dangled
before his face, he gasped softly.
 
“Your own bike...and your own set of keys to our city condo and our log home,”
Jeff murmured as he took Jared’s hand and wrapped Jared’s fingers around the
keys.
 
“Come and go as you want, but come home to us,” Jensen added softly as he
pressed close and smiled.
 
“And we’re gonna get your stuff tomorrow. Right now...we’re going home and
you’re going to be fucked six ways to heaven,” Jeff finished with a deep growl
and Jared couldn’t help the whimper that the very comment forced from him. He
let them take him over to the bikes and finally grinned excitedly.
 
He ran over to the bike he figured was his own and ran his hands over it,
biting his lip as he looked over at them, eyes shining with excitement. “Is
this really mine?” he whispered softly as he looked up at them and whimpered
when they nodded and smirked back. He swung a leg over and settled onto it and
purred at how perfect it felt. He looked up again as he felt them near and
started the engine, moaning and laughing at how good it felt. He grinned up at
them and watched as they got onto their own bikes, then grabbed the helmet that
was resting on a handlebar. He snapped the strap in place and waved at the
other two before backing up with them. He followed them out of the parking ramp
and through the streets of New York City until they arrived at Fifth Avenue.
His eyes widened when they went into the parking ramp for one of the most
expensive condos of the city that overlooked Central Park. He parked next to
them and pulled off his helmet and stared at them. “You’re shitting me!”
 
“Shit you not...you’d be amazed at how much the city will pay as apology for
their former mayor’s acts,” Jensen replied with a laugh. “We’re basically set
for life. I’m surprised you didn’t get any compensation.”
 
“Uh...they never offered! Maaaan save the city and they ditch ya...” Jared
muttered as he got off of his bike.
 
“Don’t worry...we’ll fix it,” Jeff purred as they met him and pulled him
between them. They didn’t let go of him the entire way up to their condo, so
Jared was a bit too distracted to take in their surroundings by their heat and
the licks, kisses, and bites they kept sneaking in. He was panting heavily by
the time they came out of the elevator, so turned on by their teasing that he
was ready to pop his pants. He was so thankful when the trip to their condo was
a couple of steps, but then, once the door was opened, he was shoved inside. He
stumbled a bit and caught himself on the white leather couch that was near the
door.
 
His recovery wasn’t for very long as a long broad body pressed to him from
behind and pushed him over the couch top. He groaned as a hard cock rubbed into
his ass as a pair of hands reached under his waist and, after he’d pushed
himself back just enough to give them room, undid his jeans and pulled down his
pants and underwear. He moaned softly as soft kisses and licks were put along
his lower back and ass before he was getting bitten while his ass was kneaded
by strong fingers. He jumped as he was spanked lightly on both cheeks before
they were parted and a tongue licked along his crack and over his hole, causing
him to cry out in pleasure. His chin was lifted slowly then and he found a cock
being offered to him, dripping and hard. He looked up and found Jeff smirking
at him before rubbing the leaking head against his lips. Breathing out slowly
in pleasure, Jared opened his mouth wide and lapped at the head before wrapping
his mouth around it and letting Jeff feed it to him with a slow thrust.
 
His eyes fluttered closed as he groaned, being overwhelmed by them using him
and pleasuring him. He never knew he could be like this, but being with them
just set him free and open to so many options with them. He moaned around his
mouthful and spread his legs as Jensen pressed his tongue deep inside of him
and wiggled, stretching him a bit. He whimpered as Jeff sped up his thrusts
into his mouth as a hand laced with his hair, tugging lightly here and there as
Jeff’s breathing sped up as well. He heard a soft click, then felt two fingers
push into him after Jensen’s tongue left him and knew then that it had been
lube as he was slicked and stretched. His breath hitched as another finger was
added, stretching him even more and he shifted his hips, thrusting back as he
panted around his mouthful.
 
Suddenly his mouth was released of its treat and he looked up with a whimper as
the fingers left him. He was pulled back and turned in Jensen’s arms before
being kissed hungrily as Jensen rubbed against him. He was then moved around
the couch and was sat upon Jeff’s lap, which he straddled and rubbed up against
Jeff’s cock. He leaned in for a heated kiss as he was lifted up a bit, then
moaned into Jeff’s mouth as a cock was placed at his entrance. He let his head
fall back as he whimpered when he was lowered down onto the hard cock. He
rocked a bit, just taking it in as he was stretched farther than the three
fingers that had been in. Hands fell onto his hips as Jeff groaned deeply and
he gasped as Jeff thrust up into him a bit. He stilled then as Jeff squeezed
his ass and he felt a couple of fingers push in alongside of the cock within
him. He whimpered and almost tried to pull off, but he rested his head on
Jeff’s shoulder as he panted through the pain.
 
“Do you remember when we said we were taking back what is ours?” Jeff’s rumble
rocked through his body and Jared could only nod as he trembled when a third
finger was added. “We’re going to remind you who you belong with...stretching
you wide with our cocks and filling you up with our come.”
 
Jared groaned and shuddered as the fingers were removed. He held still as he
felt another cock rub around his stretched opening before pushing inside
slowly, stretching Jared open so far he was afraid he was going to rip. He
panted erratically as his back was rubbed while he worked to relax around the
two cocks. Jensen pressed against his back as he was seated on both of their
cocks and they rubbed together as he breathed through the pain as it turned
gradually into pleasure. His neck was nuzzled on both sides and he whimpered as
he tilted his head back, letting them have better access as they started to
slowly rock in and out of him. Jensen nipped his ear before whispering, “This
is just the first thing, love...you’re going to know us and we’re going to know
you until we can’t find ourselves.” With that they started thrusting into
Jared, slowly increasing their pace as he grew more relaxed around them and the
pleasure became more intense.
 
Soft whimpers and whines left Jared as he moved with them, pleading softly as
their thrusts started becoming harder and faster, delving deeper into him. He
couldn’t give any warning as he stiffened between them and climaxed, his come
spurting between him and Jeff as they moved him with their thrusts. Both older
men started panting harder as they moved faster, stroking their hands over
Jared’s body as they kissed and bit along his shoulders and neck, keeping him
between them as their rhythm caused his body to spiral into another orgasm.
Jensen was the first to break as he thrust hard and fast before filling Jared
with his release. It didn’t take much more after that for Jeff to growl deeply
and join them over the edge as his come shot out and blended with Jensen’s come
deep within Jared.
 
Slowly, they relaxed, sandwiching Jared between them as they all panted heavily
for air. Jared buried his face in Jeff’s shoulder and neck as Jensen pressed
them as close together as possible while Jeff wrapped his arms around them
both. It was the most content feeling that Jared had ever felt in his life and
he never wanted it to end. With all the darkness he had been through, this new
light warmed him like no other. He would never let this light go again. That
was something he knew in the deepest parts of his soul and he would never
forget it or let it go.
 
That was all he needed to know.
 
THE END
 
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