Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/493216.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Underage_Sex, Age_Difference, Organized_Crime,
      Dubious_Consent
  Series:
      Part 1 of Crime_boss_'verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-22 Words: 12736
****** Means to an End ******
by alycat
Summary
     Alan Ackles has made it his goal to get Jared behind bars. Jared is
     determined to not let that happen. He realizes that Ackles' son might
     be just the right way to get things his way and have some fun on the
     way.
Notes
     Original LJ warnings and notes:
     Pairing, rating & kinks: J2 - NC-17 - underage, age difference
     (Jensen 14, Jared 33), dub-con, manipulation, violence, minor
     character death.
     Written for Blindfold_SPN
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There is a saying about best laid plans and all that. Jared was good at making
plans; no one made it to the very top of the crime underworld unless they could
make plans and stick to those plans, after all. His plans were the reason he
was sitting in his limousine outside a school and waiting for Jensen Ackles to
come outside. It wasn't the day to put the plan into action, that day he would
arrive in something less ostentatious than the big limo. Today was just a day
of looking around, of getting his first real view of the boy that could very
well be the key to bringing Alan Ackles down a peg or ten.
The thought alone had Jared smiling slightly as he watched out the tinted
windows to where students were starting to file out of the school and he looked
around for the boy in question, trying to recognize the innocent-looking boy
from the photos.
"There he is," Chris said and pointed towards the front steps of the school.
Jared saw him right away: perfectly tailored dark blue jeans, a white shirt and
a dark blue pullover and the boy looked just as annoyingly perfect as Jared
would have expected from the son of the Chief of Police. He was carrying a
stack of books in his arms and he almost stumbled when people pushed past him,
none of them stopping to as much as look at him.
"Jensen Ackles, age..." Jared drifted off and looked over to the other two men
in the back of the car.
"Fourteen," Chad said without looking up from the computer he had resting
against his legs.
"Right," Jared said and looked out at the boy again. "He looks younger."
Chris didn't move to look at the boy again and Chad still hadn't looked up from
whatever project he was working on at the moment. The two men were part of
Jared's inner circle and nothing happened within the organization without the
two of them knowing about it. And anything that they knew, Jared knew. He knew
all about Jensen as well, but he still waited for Chad or Chris to continue
filling him in and he wasn't disappointed.
"Jensen is part of the Chess Club," Chad said with a bored tone. "Rumor said he
wanted to be part of the Drama Club but that his father stopped it."
Jared's gaze snapped over to the man with a low growl and that little sound
made Chad look up from the computer and focus fully on Jared.
"Why didn't I know that?" Jared asked in a dangerous tone.
Chad might be one of the most powerful people of the underworld but he was
smart enough to know that every ounce of power he had came directly from Jared
and could be taken away just as quickly.
"I didn't find out until this morning," Chad said and closed the computer down.
"And that's not an excuse, I know, and..."
Jared waved him off and looked at the boy who was slowly walking down the
steps, hesitation in every movement he made.
"It's not important," Jared said. "Or well. It might be. Why did the esteemed
Mr. Ackles object to his son being in the Drama Club?"
"The good Chief doesn't want to have a fag for a son," Chad said and Jared
could see the man grit his teeth together at the same time as Chris huffed out
an annoyed gust of air. "And obviously he has to be gay to be into something
like that."
"That does sound like him," Jared agreed. "Bigoted asshole. But is he, the boy,
is he in fact gay?"
"No conclusive answer on that one," Chris said. "No boyfriends, but then no
girlfriends either. In fact no friends as far as our intel has managed to dig
out."
Jared watched as Jensen sank down on the bottom step, setting the books down
below him and looking around the mostly empty school yard. It made Jared smile
because it confirmed all the information that said the boy didn't have a driver
to get to or from school; instead he walked the ten blocks from his house to
the school. Sometimes Jared's job was as easy as stealing candy from a child.
Even though in this instance, the candy actually was a child. He went through
the plan in his head: kidnap the boy, hurt him as much as possible without
breaking him and then, when Chief Ackles was truly distressed, Jared would send
him bits and pieces of his son until the man agreed to drop all current charges
against Jared.
Looking at the boy sitting on the stairs, Jared thought that maybe there were
other ways to break the man in question, ways more pleasurable than cutting
pieces off the boy.
"Change of plan," Jared said and neither of the two men even raised an eyebrow
at that. "If his father is so scared of having a fag for a son... let's make
that happen. Chad, I will need some new information..."
"On it, Jay," Chad said and opened the computer once more at the same time as
Chris pressed the button to open communication with their driver.
"We need to get back to The Mansion," he said before letting the button go. "I
take it this new plan of yours will happen soon?"
Jared watched as the boy sighed and got up once more, holding his books pressed
close to his slender frame and Jared thought of all the things he could do to
the boy, of all the ways those things could get back to his father.
The stakes of the game were suddenly a lot higher but Jared was sure he would
love playing it.

Jared felt the eyes on him when he walked across the square in front of the
high rise where his official offices were located and he wasn't surprised when
he looked to the side and saw a unmarked car with two men sitting inside.
Sometimes policemen really needed to be less obvious. Jared couldn't stop
himself from smiling a razor sharp smile at them and raising on hand in
greeting.
"Don't play with the food," Chris remarked dryly when he came up to walk next
to Jared.
"They're not food," Jared pointed out. "They're a nuisance, but not a threat."
Chris stroked his fingers over the lapels of his suit, smoothing them out
carefully as they stepped inside of the air-conditioned confines of the lobby,
the security guards nodding politely as the two men passed them and headed for
the elevators.
"Has Chad found out something you can use for this new plan of yours?" Chris
asked when they stepped into the confines of the elevator.
Despite the group of people that stood waiting for elevators none stepped
inside with them and Jared smirked slightly when the doors slid shut behind
them.
"Apparently it's not easy to find information about the kid," Jared said and
leaned against the wall. "He doesn't talk to anyone at school outside of
playing chess and he doesn't seem to do anything beside walking home and
staying there."
"Sounds rather... boring," Chris said as the numbers over the sliding doors
ticked upwards,
Jared thought back to the boy that had been sitting outside the school, the
perfect clothes that made him stand out from all the other kids leaving the
school building.
"He does seem a bit... withdrawn..." Jared said as the doors pinged open at the
top floor where his offices were located.
"I have news," Chad said the second they stepped through the doors. "Or at
least some rather interesting facts."
The blond man spun around on his chair, throwing his feet up on the desk with a
self-satisfied smirk that Jared ignored, instead walking to his own big office
and over to the window, looking down at the small vehicle far below that he
knew was the police watching over him. Chris followed him and soon Chad walked
inside as well.
"They never leave," he said. "Ackles seems dead set on finding anything to
bring you down, doesn't he?"
"Two can play that game," Jared said and turned to Chad who had sat down on the
expensive leather couch, his ever-present computer once more resting across his
knees. "Talk to me."
"Your little Jensen tried out for football, soccer and baseball," Chad
explained. "He and his father were spotted at a monster truck rally a while
back as well."
"Daddy dearest is trying to mold his son," Chris said. "How did the tryouts
go?"
"Less than good," Chad said with a laugh. "The boy isn't all that athletic. At
all. I did find some comments about his old man actually scolding him for it in
front of the other students."
Jared sat down in the huge office chair and leaned back, a slow smile spreading
on his lips as he looked between the two men who were his friends as well as
the brains and muscles of his organization.
"I think that's my way in," he said. "The boy won’t know what hit him."

Jared didn't need to look over his shoulder to know that the unmarked sedan was
at the edge of the park but for once he decided to not annoy the cops by waving
at them, instead he looked over to where Jensen was sitting on a bench mere
feet away from the row of chess tables, a small wooden box clutched in his
hands. So many plans had come and gone in his mind, ways to trick the boy and
even the original idea of kidnapping him had lingered but Jared knew that what
would truly get to Ackles was his boy going to Jared willingly, or mostly
willingly at least. And above everything, Jared's goal was to cause the man as
much pain as possible.
The boy was too lost in his own thoughts to hear Jared approach, jumping
slightly when Jared sat down beside him on the bench without looking over at
him. Instead he sat looking at the chess tables for a few long minutes until
the couple sitting at the closest one gathered their chess pieces and left.
Only then did Jared speak out.
"Do you play?" he asked, turning his gaze on the boy.
Pictures were one thing, seeing the boy from a distance another, but having
Jensen right up close to him was something entirely different. The boy's eyes
were shockingly green and Jared saw a sprinkle of freckles cover his nose and
cheeks. The boy was probably the prettiest thing Jared had ever seen and for
the first time his cock took a real interest, apart from wanting to hurt Alan
Ackles.
"I...what? Yes," Jensen answered weakly, seemingly shocked that Jared had
spoken to him.
"Shall we?" Jared said and nodded towards the vacated table.
He didn't wait for the boy to respond; instead he walked over and sat down on
one of the chairs, his back towards Jensen and he had to bite back a smile when
he heard the boy approach. Jensen sat the box down on the table, taking out
worn, slightly chipped, chess pieces and Jared reached out to grab the black
ones, lining them up on his part of the table.
"Why do you wanna play me?" Jensen asked when he put his last piece in place.
Jared twirled the queen between his long fingers for a moment and then he
looked over at Jensen to take in the way the sun caught in his dark blond hair,
creating a soft halo around his head. The boy looked pure and innocent and
Jared couldn't wait to make that change.
"Why not?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "You're white, you might want to
start soon."
He put the queen down in its place and smiled at Jensen, a smile that was
supposed to be reassuring but with the way the boy's eyes went wide he thought
he might have missed the mark.
"Right..." Jensen said hesitantly and reached for a pawn.
Neither of them spoke for quite some time but Jared was rather impressed by the
boy's skill; despite the boy being in the Chess Club he hadn't really expected
him to be a real competitor. He wondered how often Jensen brought his worn
little pieces to the park, apparently looking for people to play rather than
going home to his father.
"You're good," Jared said when Jensen checked him for the second time.
The boy blushed but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when
Jared rescued his king and he visibly relaxed as the game moved on, nimble
fingers playing with one of the discarded pieces as he watched Jared make his
move. A part of him had planned to let the boy win, to win him over to his
side, but it became obvious that he didn't need to let Jensen do anything and
he wasn't even surprised when the boy called checkmate and leaned back with a
pleased smile on his lips.
"Brilliant," Jared said, surprised at his own honesty for a moment. "Your
parents must be very proud of you."
He could see that he had hit home with his words as the smile faded away and
the boy's eyes hardened. With a low huffing sound Jensen tipped his own king
over, just watching as it rolled towards the edge of the table and neither of
them moved to catch it as it fell to the ground.
"Right," he said stiffly "My dear father doesn't see the point of chess, he
only sees the point of things that show muscles and strength."
"That's too bad," Jared said, biting back a smile at the open door Jensen just
left him. "Well, if you ever feel like having another game, gimme a call,
kiddo."
He dropped his card in front of Jensen, one that held a number he knew that
Jensen's father would do almost anything to get his hands on, but somehow he
knew that Jensen would do nothing that would please his dad. And if he did,
well, Jared could just change his number. The game he was playing was worth the
risk of some inconveniences. Standing up from the table to walk away he heard a
low gasp behind him but he didn't stop to look back at Jensen, he didn't need
to because he knew that somewhere one of his men was hiding and there would be
pictures to show every change of expression on the boy's face.
Jensen didn't stop him when he walked away but Jared could still feel the eyes
on him and he had to stop himself from smirking at the cops in their car. He
had no doubt that sooner or later Alan would find out about the little meeting
that had just taken place.

Looking down at the picture in front of him Jared was grinning, reaching out to
stroke over Jensen's shocked expression as he looked down at the small card in
his hand with its handwritten number.
"I would say that he knows who you are," Chad said, sitting down on Jared's
desk.
"That would seem to be the case," Jared agreed. "Do we know if Ackles has heard
of the meeting yet?"
"I think not," Chad said. "No rumors to hint it at least and our sources within
the police force have noticed no changes. I guess the policemen watching you
are too low on the food chain to recognize their boss' son, or he would have
come after you full force."
"Like he hasn't already?" Jared said, voice going dark with anger.
The Chief of Police had really been nothing but trouble since he took over one
year earlier; he seemed set on taking Jared down even though they were unable
to gather anything that could lead him to the crimes they wanted to pin on him.
Jared wasn't stupid, one doesn't reach the top of the food chain by being
sloppy and leaving evidence. That didn't mean that he wasn't the one
responsible, even if he wasn't always the one pulling the trigger. He only did
that for the important kills, the ones that he knew the rest of the crime
syndicates out there would hear of. But damn if he was going down because some
cop wanted to put an extra feather in his hat, or earn himself a shiny medal.
No, Jared had worked too hard to get where he was and no one was taking that
away from him.
"I'll head back to The Mansion," he said, irritation itching under his skin and
he needed to be out of the shiny offices, go back to his own turf.
"Do you want us to come as well?" Chad asked, making no motion to move before
Jared said so.
"No," he said. "You two stay here, there's a big drug shipment coming in
tomorrow and I trust you two to make sure everything goes according to plan and
that nothing leads back to me."
"Of course," Chad said with a nod. "I'll go talk to Chris."
Jared reached for his phone and gave his driver orders to be in front of the
office in no more than five minutes, then he pulled on his suit jacket and
walked out into the outer offices where his crew of staff was working with the
charity organization that was the front, hiding what was really taking place.
It amused Jared, that the thing that kept him safe was a charity, but it was
the perfect cover because the smallest hint of the cops trying to take the
office down always resulted in outcries from the community. Jared was good at
making things go his way and even though the police knew who he was, not
everyone else did.
He was just sliding into his car when his phone vibrated in his pocket and when
he brought it up he saw an unknown number flash on the screen. Jared frowned a
little; he had hoped it would be Jensen but Chad had easily found the boy's
phone number and programmed it into Jared's phone before their first meeting.
"Yes?" Jared said, not bothering to say his name. Anyone who had that number
knew who they were calling.
"Mister...Padalecki?" a soft voice came over the line and Jared raised an
eyebrow in surprise.
"Jensen?" he asked.
Silence answered him and for a moment he thought he had been wrong, but then
the voice returned once more.
"I never told you my name."
"I know things," Jared said and leaned back, stretching out his legs. "For
example, I know that you're not calling from your regular phone."
"I got one of those pre-paid phones," Jensen said.
"Smart kid," Jared said with an approving nod even though Jensen couldn't see
it. "Does that mean you didn't run to your dad to tell him about me?"
"Do you want me to?" Jensen asked. "Or do you want to play another game of
chess? That is why you gave me your number after all, right?"
"Obviously," Jared said easily. "The park, or would you rather come to my
place? I’ve got a really good chess set at home."
It was true, his chess set was gorgeous and cost more than most people made in
a month. It was also brand new, delivered just the day before with the sole
purpose of getting under Jensen's skin and Jared really hoped it would be worth
the money spent.
"I don't know where you live," Jensen said.
"Where are you, kiddo?" Jared asked. "I'll pick you up."
The answering silence stretched out and for a moment Jared expected the boy to
hang up on him but instead he heard him take a deep breath.
"I'm at my school, it's at..."
"I know where it is," Jared said. "I'll be there in ten minutes."
He ended the call before Jensen could say anything more and gave his driver
instructions to take the limousine to the school he had visited the week
before. When he looked out the dark windows he was pleasantly surprised to
realize that for once no one was tailing him. Everything seemed to work in his
favor; if this kept up he would have Jensen wrapped around his finger before
Ackles could move to prevent it.
When the car pulled up in front of Jensen's school, the boy was already waiting
on the front steps and Jared saw his jaw drop when he spotted the sleek, black
limousine. He seemed to hesitate, looking around the empty school yard before
he picked up his books and walked towards the car and Jared pushed the door
open to allow the boy entrance.
"A limousine?" Jensen asked when he slid inside. "You're not even trying to
hide, are you?"
"Why would I?" Jared asked and closed the door behind the boy. "Hiding would
mean I'm afraid of something, and I'm not."
"You know who I am," Jensen said and it wasn't a question.
"Yes," Jared said easily because there was no reason to not be honest with the
boy. "Jensen Ross Ackles, age fourteen, son of Alan Ackles, also known as the
man that is set on putting an end to organized crime."
Jensen scoffed at that and dropped his books down beside him on the seat before
turning to look at Jared.
"I'm not stupid," he said. "You have a plan with being nice to me?"
"Of course I do," Jared said easily, shifting closer to Jensen when the car
took a curve. "Right now that plan includes you, me and a chess set like
nothing you've ever seen before."
"My father will not approve of this," Jensen pointed out.
"Oh, I'm quite aware of that," Jared said. "But then, he didn't approve of you
joining the Drama Club either, so clearly he makes stupid choices. Like coming
after me. That was never a good choice."
"I'm not my father," Jensen said. "But I won’t sell him out to you."
Jared laughed. Now there was a plan he hadn't even thought about but then he
was sure that Jensen didn't know enough to actually be of use in that way. Had
he known that much he would have recognized Jared right away from looks alone,
after all.
"I know, kiddo," he said. "I know."
Jensen didn't say anything more as the car took them out of the city and
towards the gated piece of land that held The Mansion, Jared's state-of-the-art
home with the best security money and fear could buy. When the driver stopped
the car and the retina scan opened the gate for them, Jared could see the boy's
mouth go slack with surprise.
"I have money," Jared said easily. "And I don't like intruders."
No answer came from the boy, in fact he sat stiffly in the seat next to Jared's
as the car drove between the trees that surrounded the home until they took a
curve and the house sprawled out in front of them.
"Jesus," Jensen breathed out, sliding across the seat to get closer to the
window.
The house was a masterpiece of glass, stone and steel and in front of it
several of Jared's expensive cars were lined up in a show of wealth that Jared
didn't think he could be blamed for. Two stories high and big enough to hold
several families, Jared knew that the house was a sight to behold but he also
knew that it wasn't what would win Jensen over and he didn't bother with
showing the boy around. Instead he stepped out of the car and motioned for
Jensen to follow him and he led the boy straight to the library where glossy
black shelves held books so pristine that it was obvious that most of them had
never been opened. Just in front of the huge windows that showed off the big
swimming pool sat a small round table with the hand-carved chess set that Jared
had bought.
"Oh, god," Jensen said as he stepped inside and the next moment he was pushing
past Jared. "It's... gorgeous. I've never seen anything like it. "

Jensen's fingers moved over the chess pieces and when he carefully lifted up
the queen he couldn't keep his smile back as he took in the perfectly sculpted
figurine. He stroked his fingers over the curve of her dress and up to the
miniature face with its green eyes, gasping when he realized that the green
came from small emeralds.
"This is..." he said quietly. "It's amazing, it must have cost a fortune."
"It's worth it," Jared said simply and Jensen looked up to see the man shrug
out of his suit jacket. "I did hope you would like it, that's why I bought it."
"You... bought it for me?" Jensen gasped.
"In a way, yes," Jared said and sat down. "Shall we play?"
Jensen's fingers still moved over the chess pieces, stroking over the horse's
manes and the knights small but perfectly crafted swords. It took a full minute
before he could gather himself enough to sit down. It was hard for him to
understand how anyone could pay so much for a chess set for him when his father
had only bought him an old, worn second-hand one.
"Are you hungry?" Jared asked after a few moves, leaning back in the
comfortable armchair.
"I'm... it's not... I don't mean to..." Jensen started but his belly growled in
a way that couldn't be explained away.
"I take that as a yes," Jared said and reached for his phone. "Two sandwiches
to the library, and something to drink."
The simple order combined with the gorgeous house and beauty of the chess
pieces in front of him made Jensen's head swim; it was too much for him to take
in and he felt like he was way out of his depth with everything that was
happening around him. He wondered what would have happened had he known who
Jared was right away, would he have even played that first game, then? But
then, he did know now, knew that the man in front of him was the same man that
his father cursed about each evening and he knew that was part of the reason
why he was sitting where he was.
Jared Padalecki might be one of the worst men in the city if the rumours about
him were true and his father had many times cursed the deaths he knew that
Jared was responsible for but he was also the first one to see Jensen and not
see right through him. The first one to treat him like he was something
special.
He also stirred something deep in Jensen, something that went deeper than the
need to go against his father but he wasn't yet ready to face whatever that was
about. With all the thoughts spinning around in his mind he wasn't surprised
that he lost the first game, but he was surprised when Jared simply put all the
pieces up once more and smiled at Jensen, even though the smile seemed to not
fully reach his eyes. Pushing all other thoughts aside Jensen focused on the
game, focused on being just himself without anyone telling him he needed to
change.

- - Can I come over? - -
The simple message on his phone made Jared grin and he ignored the looks he got
from the other men around the table as he typed out his answer.
- - In meeting. Where should my driver pick you up? - -
Looking up from the phone Jared saw several curious eyes looking at him, and he
knew they were all looking for the smallest sign of weakness in him and he had
no plans to show them any cracks.
"Yes? Anyone have any questions they'd like to ask me?" he said in a cold tone
that made it quite obvious that asking questions would not be the smart thing
to do.
No one answered and he got no more looks when he texted his chauffeur to pick
Jensen up before he turned his focus back on the men in front of him.
"So," he said calmly. "Would anyone like to tell me how the police knew about
the shipment of drugs last week? I'm not fond of losing millions and I swear,
the one responsible for leaking information will not live to see just how
pissed this makes me."

Jared wasn't stupid; he knew there was no way he would be able to keep seeing
Jensen without the boy's father catching on sooner or later and he knew he
needed to reach a certain point before that happened. Stepping inside The
Mansion he gave Chris a nod and the man disappeared to his own private area of
the estate while Jared walked towards the library, not surprised to see Jensen
curled up on one of the couches with a big book open on his lap. With his
slender frame and almost feminine beauty the boy looked even younger than his
fourteen years. But then, that was part of the thrill.
"I see you made yourself at home," he pointed out.
Jensen made a surprised little sound and he moved so quickly that the book fell
to the floor with a loud thump that made the boy wince slightly.
"Sorry," he said quickly. "I didn't hear you come in."
"That much is obvious," Jared said and shrugged out of his suit jacket,
flicking it carelessly over the back of a chair before he walked over to sit
down on the couch Jensen had just vacated.
"Do you want to..." Jensen said and made a vague little motion towards the
chess set.
"No," Jared said simple and pulled Jensen back down on the couch. "Tell me, why
are you here?"
Jensen stiffened next to him, not looking over to Jared and instead the boy
leaned down to pick the book up off the floor, making sure it wasn't damaged
before he put it down on the low table next to the couch.
"Jensen?" Jared said, putting the hint of a command in his voice.
"He wouldn't like me being here," Jensen said without looking at Jared.
"That's a decent reason," Jared said with a low chuckle. The boy had fighting
spirit in him. "But he doesn't know that you're here, after all. So Jensen,
I'll ask you once more, why are you here?"
Shifting slightly Jensen turned to face Jared, looking up at him with big green
eyes and Jared could see the answer in the boy's eyes even though it was hidden
beneath layers of guilt and fear.
"I'm..." Jensen started and when Jared stretched one arm out over the back of
the seat, Jensen moved so that the hand was brushing his shoulder. "Because I
want to be."
"Good answer," Jared said.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against Jensen's, feeling the boy gasp
against his lips and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in between
soft lips. Jensen whimpered and the next moment he melted into Jared's arms,
lips moving with his and a shy tongue dipping into Jared's mouth. Jared didn't
allow the boy to gather himself together; instead he reached down to put big
hands on slender hips and with ease he lifted Jensen up on his lap.
The bottle green of Jensen's shirt was soft against Jared's skin, but it wasn't
fabric he wanted to feel and instead he moved to push one big hand in under the
shirt and move it over the smooth skin of Jensen's back. A surprised little cry
left Jensen's lips at the touch and Jared smirked against the boy's lips when
he could feel the growing bulge under the roughness of new jeans. Jared kissed
Jensen deeply, until the boy was a trembling mess in his arms and only then did
he pull back to look down at the boy on his lap.
Jensen's eyes were heavy-lidded, the green just a thin sliver around black
pupils and his lips looked red and swollen. Jared wondered how pretty they
would look stretched around his cock, something he had every intention of
seeing for himself soon.
"Why... do you want to do this?" Jensen asked in a shaky voice. "I'm... just a
kid "
It was a question Jared had expected, one he knew was vital for how things
would progress between them and the answer was very much a scripted one, not
that Jensen knew that.
"It wasn't my plan," Jared said slowly. "I just... had... My plan was to...
Anyway. I saw you and I knew I had to change my plan, that I needed to treat
you like you deserved. Like no one else did."
He could see Jensen's eyes flicker over to the chess set before returning to
Jared and he knew that Jensen wasn't even aware of the volumes that quick
glance spoke. Before the boy could say anything more Jared pulled him in for
another kiss, forcing himself to keep it slow until Jensen moaned and wrapped
both arms around Jared's neck. In that moment Jared knew he had him, knew that
it would be easy and that the next step wouldn't even be a challenge. It would
still be very pleasurable, though.
Sliding his hands down to the soft curve of Jensen's ass he smiled when he felt
how small the boy was under his touch, hands spanning the width of his ass
cheeks and it was easy to move the boy around, to push him down on his back on
the couch and cover the smaller body with his own. Jensen seemed to move
without thought, legs wrapping around Jared's waist at the same time that his
fingers tangled in Jared's hair. It was a move that would usually have Jared
growling and flipping his partner over on his belly, forcing her or him to
submit and just give Jared what he demanded. That wasn't an option with Jensen,
though; he knew he needed to focus on the bigger picture if he wanted things to
go his way.
"Jared!" Jensen cried out when Jared shifted them around so that Jensen had to
feel the hard line of Jared's cock through layers of clothing.
The boy arched beneath him, every line of his body begging for more even though
his teeth were digging into his lower lip to keep him from saying as much.
Jared didn't need him to speak though, not with the soft sounds that spilled
from Jensen's lips each time Jared rolled his hips against the boy's, creating
a friction that he knew would have Jensen falling apart beneath him sooner
rather than later. Once more he pushed at the boy's clothing, making the green
shirt ride up enough for Jared to stroke one hand over his soft belly, feeling
warm skin against his knuckles before he moved to deepen the kiss, licking his
way into Jensen's mouth. The boy whined and Jared felt the pin-pricks of nails
digging into his skin as Jensen's eyes flew open and he came with a sharp cry
that Jared knew must be heard by more people than the boy beneath him would
like.
"Fuck,” Jared gasped, his own cock still rock hard where it pressed against
Jensen's belly and he wondered how far he could push the boy before he fled.
The answer came easily when Jensen's fingers slid down between them to rub at
the hard length of Jared's cock through the soft fabric of his slacks. Jensen's
hand felt impossibly small on his cock, a soft, almost hesitant touch that had
Jared's hips bucking up into the touch. He hadn't expected to be as turned on
by Jensen as he was, but there was something special about the small body
beneath him, something that might go further than his need to get even with
Alan Ackles.
"Wanna... wanna..." Jensen mumbled against the sweat-slicked skin of Jared's
neck.
"You better speak up," Jared gritted out then. "Or I'm gonna come before you
can decide."
"Wanna taste you," Jensen gasped out, fingers already fumbling with the buttons
and Jared had to bite back on quite a few curse words when he felt the first
brush of slender fingers against his suddenly bare skin.
He moved away from Jensen, stretching out on his back on the couch instead and
pushed his expensive slacks down only enough to free his cock. For a moment he
thought Jensen was going to change his mind, the boy staring at him with kiss-
swollen lips and wide eyes, but then he moved forward to kneel between Jared's
legs, balancing himself with one hand on Jared's thigh before he leaned
forward, hesitating once more with his lips just above the head of Jared's
cock.
"You’re driving me insane," Jared muttered, shocked by the undercurrent of
truth in those words.
That seemed to trigger Jensen into movement once more and his tongue flicked
out to gather the drops of pre-come and the almost innocent touch made Jared's
cock twitch with the rush of pleasure. Jensen might be the means to an end, but
that didn't stop Jared from truly enjoying himself when the boy wrapped full
lips around his cock and sucked gently. Sliding one hand down to push it
through Jensen's soft hair he pushed the boy further down, feeling the softness
of lips and tongue surrounding him.
"Knew you were special," he groaned when Jensen took more of him inside than he
had expected the boy to be able to.
Jensen whimpered around him, his tongue pressed against the sensitive underside
of Jared's cock and when the boy shifted, rocking his hips down against the
couch Jared realized that he must be hard once more, searching for friction to
bring himself off again. A low whine left Jensen's lips when he tried to get
more of Jared's cock into his mouth, lips stretching wide around him but the
boy couldn't fit more and instead he wrapped his hand around the base of
Jared's cock.
Jared's hips lifted off the couch at the touch, needing more friction and
pushing himself even further into the boy's mouth, feeling the softness of his
throat brushing over the head of his cock. Holding Jensen's head still he
pushed deep, holding in place and feeling the softness flutter around him and
Jensen's hand tightened on his thigh when the boy started struggling for air.
"Fuck," Jared gasped and with a last thrust of his hips he spilled his release
straight down Jensen's throat.
He pulled back then, hearing Jensen gasp for air as Jared painted his tongue
and lips with come before allowing the boy to sit up again. Jensen stared at
him with shocked eyes, licking the drops of come from his lips and swallowing
and Jared couldn't help but being amazed that the boy didn't even seem to
consider spitting the bitter come out.
"You're hard again," Jared said and reached down to pop the button on the boy's
jeans, pushing them down slender hips and smiling at the already sticky
underwear that clung to Jensen's skin before Jared got them off as well.
"I'm..." Jensen started but it was drowned out by a hitched breath when Jared
wrapped his hand around Jensen's cock and the boy fell forward against him.
At that moment Jared missed the recovery time of his teenage years because even
though it had been mere minutes since Jensen's orgasm the boy clung to him and
came with a soft keening sound, come painting Jared's hand as well as his
already rumpled Armani shirt.
Jared was smiling lazily, the buzz of orgasm still coursing through him and he
wondered how much more time he could spend with the debauched boy in his arms
before Ackles found out.

It was not something Jared had planned for, but if he had, he couldn't have
planned it any better than how things were playing out in front of him. Jensen
was a warm presence against his side and even in the dark, gritty alley, Jared
could smell the warm scent of his hair. At another time it might have worried
him, how familiar Jensen already was to him, but as it was he was too focused
on the men in front of him.
"Give up, Padalecki," one of the men said, his gun pointing straight for
Jared's head. "We got you, and you're alone apart from that little toy of
yours. Your reign ends here."
Jared felt like rolling his eyes at the thug, wondering how long he had planned
the little speech to give when he had Jared in front of him. Not that he truly
minded, the longer the man kept on talking, the better chance there was for
Chris to take them both out without even breaking a sweat.
"Does it really?" Jared asked dryly. "I take it JD has sent you?"
"Mister Morgan has put a price on your head," the man spat and the gun moved
from Jared's head down to his chest.
Beside him he could feel Jensen tremble and he knew that the boy must be more
scared than he had ever been before, for the first time faced with the reality
of Jared's life. Maybe it hadn't been the best idea to take the back door to
the restaurant, but Jared planned to keep his and Jensen's meetings from Alan
Ackles for some time longer and that meant sneaking around. He just hadn't
expected Morgan's men to find him there during the few minutes Chris wasn't
around.
"Is it a good price?" Jared asked, wrapping one arm around Jensen's shoulders
to keep him from fleeing. "I really hope so, not that it will really matter,
but it's always annoying when people don't value me enough."
Jensen tried to pull away but Jared held him in place, knowing that if Jensen
ran in that moment, the boy would find himself with a bullet in his back within
the first few steps and that just wasn't an option, Jared had too many uses for
the boy still and only some of them included orgasms.
The man in front of him looked stunned at the question and the gun shifted to
the side slightly as he looked over to his partner. That was enough for Jared
to tug Jensen with him, pulling the both of them to the side and out of the
line of fire. Two shots rang out, echoing loud in the alley and Jared heard the
sound of a bullet hitting the brick wall where he and Jensen had just been
standing but he also heard the unmistakable sound of a bullet hitting flesh and
bone. Pushing Jensen down to the ground he reached for his own gun and he had
it held against the other man's head before the first thug's dead body had
fallen to the ground.
"And this is why the money won’t matter," Jared said calmly. "You won’t be
alive long enough to collect. Also, I won’t be dead."
Terrified eyes met his and he could tell that the man in front of him was much
too scared to have been the one calling the shots; it was more likely that he
had just followed the now fallen thug in hopes of some easy cash. It had Jared
smirking, nothing about taking down Jared Padalecki was easy and he was amazed
that there were still people stupid enough to attempt it with nothing more than
one little gun and a dark alley.
"Jared," Chris said, coming around the corner where he had been hiding, waiting
for the perfect shot. "Do you want me to handle him?"
"Why?" Jared asked. "I think I can handle blowing his brains all over this
alley."
"No doubts there, boss," Chris said with a smirk. "But you do have dinner
reservations and I'm sure you don't wanna miss that.
That much was true, the restaurant wasn't one of his own, and that meant that
it hadn't been as easy as he had hoped to get a table; he wasn't willing to
give that up. He looked at the man in front of him and with a little shrug he
pulled the gun away. For the briefest moment the man looked relieved, but then
he saw the gun in Chris' right hand as well as the gun in his left and all
blood drained from his face.
"I think we need to make sure these two make it back to Morgan," Jared said,
turning away from the man. "Just make sure that they reach him in pieces."
With that he looked to see where Jensen had gone and he found the boy pressed
up against the wall, wide eyes darting between Jared, Chris and the dead man on
the ground. His face was as pale as that of the remaining thug, teeth digging
deep into his lower lip as his gaze settled on Jared.
"He's...dead..."
"Yes," Jared said with a nod, stepping closer to the boy and smiling slightly
when he didn't flinch away. "It doesn't look good to let would-be assassins
roam the streets, now does it?"
Jensen shook his head but Jared wasn't sure the boy had actually heard what he
had said. He leaned in closer, until his breath was fanning over Jensen's lips
and then he put one big hand under the boy's chin, forcing his head back.
Looking into frightened, green eyes Jared leaned in to press their lips
together in a soft kiss.
"This is who I am," Jared said. "But I can keep you safe. If you let me. If you
can't handle it, run back to daddy. But if this is something you can deal with,
then let's go for dinner."
"Deal with?" Jensen gasped. "You just had someone killed in front of me. How
can I just deal with that?"
"It's easy," Jared said, fitting Jensen close to his body. "You realize that
this isn't just what I do, this is me. And Jensen? No one can keep you safer
than I. That man was dead from the second he aimed a gun at me, he just didn't
know it."
A part of Jared was surprised, he had half expected the boy to throw up or
break down but apparently Jensen had an inner strength that Jared hadn't
counted on. Not for the first time he found himself fascinated by the slender
boy and he wondered just how far he could push before it got too much. He had
every plan to test it out.
"Let's eat."
Jared had to hide a smirk when Jensen followed him into the restaurant without
protest.

Jared leaned against the door frame, looking at the boy sitting in the lounge
chair, legs pulled up close to his body and a book resting against his knees.
He was surprised to find Jensen in his home, surprised but not disappointed.
The boy had stayed away for almost a week since the incident outside the club
and Jared had just been about to tell Chris to bring him in no matter what, but
instead it seemed like Jensen had made his way to Jared's home by himself.
"Hey," he said but it seemed like Jensen had already been aware of his presence
because the boy only lifted his head and there was a nervous smile to his lips.
"Jared," he said shifting around until he was facing Jared. "I hope you don't
mind... I mean... Chad had programmed your driver’s number into my phone and
it... are you angry?"
"Chad did.... well damn, that thought didn't cross my mind," Jared chuckled and
walked over to where Jensen was sitting. "I'm not angry, actually I'm quite
happy to find you here, Jen."
Jensen looked surprised at that, but it was nothing compared to what Jared felt
when he realized just how true the words were.
"Are you okay with what happened last week?" Jared asked.
Jensen flinched slightly, looking down at his own hands and it was clear that
he avoided Jared's gaze for a few long moments before he looked up and Jared
saw something that seemed to be between fear and awe in the boy's eyes.
"It was..." Jensen started but then fell silent and swallowed thickly. "I think
I should be afraid of you, but I'm not. I don't know what that says about me."
Jared reached down and tilted Jensen's head up, pressing their lips together
until he felt Jensen go slack beneath him, arms coming up to wrap around
Jared's neck and he had to bite back a smile at the obvious trust that Jensen
showed him. The plan to wrap Jensen around his little finger seemed to be going
well.

"You filthy little faggot!"
Jensen froze in place, standing on top of the school steps and he could feel
the eyes on him as everyone around him fell suddenly silent, sensing that
something interesting was about to happen.
"You think I wouldn't find out?" Alan Ackles spat out, taking a step closer and
Jensen felt the blood drain from his face. "I didn't raise you like this,
didn't raise you to spread your legs for some petty criminal."
"You didn't raise me," Jensen answered quietly, words barely reaching where his
father was standing. "You were too busy chasing your perfect career."
He didn't know where the strength came from, the bravery to stand up against
his father when he had always cowered before but that just wasn't an option. If
his father had found out about him and Jared, then a lot of things were about
to change in Jensen's life.
"You think he cares about you?" Alan scoffed. "He must have laughed at you so
much, how easy it must have been to make you hope for something more. Using you
to get to me, such a simple plan and you fell for it right away. And you, did
you even stop to think about what this would do to me? He made a fool out of me
and you let him!"
Jensen stared at the man in front of him, the man that had just outed him to
his entire school and he was lost for words. He didn't know if Jared had just
used him for his own gain, but even if that was the case Jared had made him
feel good, something that his father failed to do.
"You'll tell me everything," Alan ordered. "I will have him behind bars for
this, that's statutory rape, I will have him!"
Only then did Jensen realize that his father only knew that he had met with
Jared, but he had no proof of what had really happened and Jensen had no plans
to give it. Without another word to his father, Jensen turned around and went
back inside the school, ignoring the angry shouts following him as he went. His
fellow students got out of his way much faster than they ever had before and he
knew that if he looked up he would see both shock and judgement in their eyes.
He didn't look up though, instead he reached into his pocket for the phone his
father didn't know about and quickly scrolled to the number for Jared's driver,
hoping that the man would be willing to get him away.
"I'm close, I'll be there in five."
The answer wasn't enough to make Jensen relax, but it was better than nothing
even if he knew he had to go back home within a few hours and he didn't really
want to think about what his father would say then.

"You stay the fuck away from him!"
Jared stopped in his tracks when the voice called out from behind him and for a
brief moment he allowed the smirk to curve his lips before he forced his
features to not show any emotion as he turned around to face Alan Ackles. The
man was red-faced, anger evident in every line of his body and Jared simply
raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that the man would go on without Jared
having to prod him to do so.
"How dare you come close to my son, you scum," Alan screamed, calling the
attention of so many people on the street.
Beside him he could feel Chris tense up and he knew that the man was itching to
reach for his gun, but even with the amount of power that Jared wielded,
pulling a gun on the Chief of Police was a very bad idea. Luckily Chris managed
to keep himself in check and instead the two of them watched Ackles in silence.
"You think I wouldn't find out, you son of a bitch?" the man went on. "Don't
you know I have you under surveillance? I know every fucking step you take!"
"Oh, really?" Jared said calmly. "Then I would say that the people you have set
to tailing me should lose their jobs if it took you this long to catch on."
He saw Alan's lips move, but no words came out and Jared took a step forward,
biting back a smile when the other man took a step backwards.
"I was very sure you would find out," Jared said, flashing his teeth in
something that wasn't really a smile. "The question is... do you really think
that will make a difference?"
"Of course it will," Alan spat. "I'm on to you, I will fucking have your head
for touching an underage boy. I’ve got you now!"
"Right," Jared said, turning to walk away. "Good luck with proving it. I'm sure
Jensen is a fountain of information for you, right?"
He stopped and looked back over his shoulder towards the fuming man standing in
the middle of the sidewalk, apparently unaware of all the people watching them.
"You should know, Ackles," Jared said with confidence. "I always get what I
want. And I never lose. This is far from over."
Ackles practically sputtered behind him, unable to get another word out as
Jared and Chris walked towards where the big limousine was parked and only once
hidden behind dark tinted windows did Jared allow himself to look back at the
man set out to destroy him. Alan Ackles stood where Jared had left him, hands
clenched into fists by his sides and Jared smiled as he leaned back into the
seat.
"That didn't seem to me like he cared about Jensen," Chris pointed out. "He
mostly seemed upset that you dared to make a fool out of him."
"Shame on me," Jared smirked and reached for his phone. "I think it's time to
set the ball rolling."
Chris reached for the mini bar, bringing out some gin and tonic while Jared
scrolled down his contact list to the one person he needed to talk to. He
accepted a drink from his friend while he waited for the call to connect.
"Mr.Padalecki," a voice greeted him.
"I need those documents," Jared said simply, no patience for beating around the
bush.
"It's not quite that easy," the man on the other answered. "The boy's legal
guardian should really sign the..."
"Oh, it is just that easy," Jared purred into the phone. "Look, I got you that
comfy little position of yours. I own you and quite a few other people in high
places. So when I say I need those papers, you answer...?"
He could hear the man on the other end swallow thickly before clearing his
voice.
"Of course, Mr. Padalecki."
"Good, how soon can you have it happen?" Jared asked and sipped his drink.
"Sir, it will take at least one week, probably more and..."
"You have two days," Jared said and ended the call.
He stretched out in the back seat of the car, twisting the highball glass
between long fingers and feeling the condensation gather on the cool surface.
When he had first bought the judge, he had known he would find use for the
money spent, he just hadn't expected it to be for something like this.
"Have you talked to the kid about this?" Chris asked when the car idled at a
red light.
"Of course not," Jared answered with a small shrug. "That's not important. I'm
quite certain that father of his will push him straight into my arms. And with
the scene he just caused? That man is about to lose a lot of respect."

- - I got him here. Time to play your card - -
Jared smirked at the text before looking inside the fancy restaurant to where
Ackles and some other higher-ups were seated at a round table, wine shimmering
deep red in their glasses and he hoped the man would have drunk enough to not
realize he was causing a scene. But then, from what Chad and Jensen both had
told him, the man had already caused quite a scene outside of Jensen's school
and Jared knew that Alan Ackles was hanging by a thread, that the man was
losing power each second that passed without him getting Jared for anything.
"All set up?" he asked, turning to Chad who for once was not hammering at his
computer and instead of his usual outfit of jeans and a sweater the young
computer genius was dressed in a perfectly fitted Gucci suit and his hair was
gelled into perfection. He looked every inch one of Jared's men and that was
just the way he wanted it. What was about to happen was all a show of power,
and Jared had every intention of being the one coming out on top.
"The judge will be there," Chad said and picked up his phone, sliding fingers
over the touch screen. "The Major will be in there as well. So will quite a few
of the most influential people in the city, maybe the country. If Ackles causes
a scene in that room, he won’t keep his position for long and I think anyone
else that might consider coming after you will think twice."
"That would be the plan," Jared smirked and ran his fingers over the Patek
Philippe watch on his arm. "It's time to play."
With that he pushed away from the car and walked inside the restaurant,
flashing a blinding smile at the hostess that led him and Chad towards the best
table in the place, situated on a small raised platform in a corner and
surrounded by potted plants that while giving the illusion of seclusion, really
did nothing to hide the people at the table. It was the perfect place to be far
enough from the other tables to be private, but still mostly visible to
everyone in the restaurant. It was a table that not many people were allowed to
sit at, and a table that he knew Alan Ackles had tried to book for the evening.
"I'll have company join me soon," Jared said when he passed Ackles' table.
"Once Chris arrives, show him and my guest to my table, will you, Miranda?"
It amazed him how something as easily as using someone's name, even when they
wore it on a name tag, was enough for people to melt before him. Sometimes
people were just too easy to play.
"You!"
Jared didn't bother to turn around and face the man despite the vicious snarl
behind him; instead he let Miranda lead him to his table before he tilted his
head enough to meet Ackles' gaze, taking in the angry red face that glared at
him.
"Keep that man away from me," Jared said and slid Miranda a bill big enough for
the girl's grey eyes to go wide in shock.
"Yes, Mr. Padalecki," she said quickly. "Of course, sir. Do you want any
drinks?"
"Gin and tonic for me," Jared said. "Whiskey for Chris when he arrives and
Chad... what do you want?"
"Harvey Wallbanger," Chad said and sprawled out in his seat, completely at ease
despite the expensive clothes and luxurious surroundings. "He's really glaring
daggers at you."
"That's the plan," Jared grinned lazily. "You got the papers? Good. Then tell
Chris to bring him in, and prepare for quite an interesting evening. I hope you
are carrying, because even with the present company I might need something to
keep that man off me at the end."
Chad nodded and reached around to touch the small gun nestled at the small of
his back. Skilled hacker like Chad or ex-assassin like Chris, Jared always made
sure that the people closest to him were prepared to defend if need be. His own
gun was hidden away like Chad's, a comforting weight as he turned around to
watch Chris step inside the restaurant, one hand on Jensen's shoulder as he
guided the boy in.
It was obvious enough people in the room knew what had taken place a few days
earlier because a hushed silence fell over the room when people turned to
watch, and Jared couldn't blame them. Jensen was barely recognizable: gone were
the perfectly plain jeans, the ironed shirts and soft pullovers and the boy
entering the restaurant looked like someone that would fit perfectly by Jared's
side despite what he lacked in years. Even from the distance Jared could tell
that the black slacks were of finest quality, fabric clinging to Jensen's
slender frame and he was rather sure that the the black shirt Jensen was
wearing, top button open, was Armani, just as Jared's own clothes always were.
He had no doubt that little detail was a planned one.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Alan voice rose up loud in the otherwise silent restaurant and Jared saw Jensen
tense up when his father pushed up from his table hard enough for a wineglass
to tip over, ruby red liquid staining the stark white table cloth.
Chris didn't stop to address the man in question, instead he motioned for
Jensen to keep on walking and the boy took a deep breath before walking towards
the table where Jared was waiting, chair placed so that he was clearly visible
to everyone in the restaurant.
"The hell?" Alan exclaimed. "No fucking way, you little slut, you go right the
fuck home. You're grounded, you little shit, you hear me? Grounded until you
turn twenty, at least!"
Chad stood up, an almost serene smile on his lips as he pulled a sheet of paper
from his inside pocket and stepped down from the raised platform. Alan was too
focused on Jensen to even notice Chad until the man was stepping up beside the
boy, he and Chris flanking him in a clear show of power.
"Mr. Ackles," Chad said in a polite voice. "I have some information that might
interest you."
"Chad Michael Murray," Ackles spat. "I doubt anything you have to say would
interest me, don't think that..."
"Yes, yes," Chad said and waved a hand to silence the man. "I'm the scum of the
earth and you will put me in jail. I've heard this before. How's that plan
going for you - not so well, right?"
Jared was a bit sad he was sitting so that he couldn't see the Chief of
Police's face because he was rather sure it would have been a sight to behold.
"And I think you are interested in this," he said and handed over the paper he
had been holding.
A shocked gasp rang out in the restaurant when Alan saw the paper and when he
took it from Chad's outstretched hand Jared could see the paper tremble.
"Emancipation?"
The word was enough for a low buzz to fill the restaurant for a few moments
before people fell silent once more and Jared waited for the next chain of
reaction and he didn't have to wait long.
"Are you fucking kidding me? No one would emancipate a fourteen year-old kid,"
the man almost screamed. "I know the rules, you would have to provide for
yourself, no way you could do that, you little fag."
"Actually I can," Jensen said then, the first words he had uttered since
stepping inside the restaurant. "I have this rather large trust fund in my
name, after all."
"What... no... you... what?" Alan sputtered and Jared could see the very moment
realization dawned on the man and he spun around to look at Jared. "You! How
could..."
The next moment the man spun around to another table where Judge Beaver was
sitting, looking much calmer than Jared would have expected.
"I had no plans to allow it," the judge said. "But then word reached me of a
certain scene taking place outside Jensen's school the other day. You might be
the Chief of Police, Mr. Ackles, but that doesn't give you the right to call
your own son... what was it? Oh right, filthy faggot. The boy has money, and he
has a place to stay. I thought it was in his best interest to not have to stay
with you."
The silence that stretched out after those words were almost stifling and Jared
waited for someone to move, to speak out against what the judge had said but no
one did and he wondered if it was because they agreed or because they were too
scared to say something. It was probably a bit of both.
Jared saw Chris lean in to whisper something into Jensen's ear and the boy
nodded before stepping around his father and making a beeline straight for
Jared. The room was still silent when he stepped up onto the platform, closing
the distance to Jared and sliding down on Jared’s lap with a smooth motion.
Neither of them spoke but when Jared lifted the boy's chin up he was met by
soft lips that willingly met his and a wet tongue came out to tangle with his
in a kiss so dirty that it was clear evidence of just what they were to each
other.
"I'm gonna end you," Alan spat. "Both of you. You think you can do this to me?
Do you have any idea who I am?"
Jared tore himself away from Jensen's mouth but he didn't push the boy away,
instead he slid his hands down to cup the swell of the boy's ass through
expensive pants.
"I think the question is do you have any idea who I am?" Jared asked. "You've
only been here for two years, maybe you haven't learned this but, this town?
It's mine. You don't come here and mess with me. And you don't deny me what I
want. Now leave."
He turned back to claim Jensen's mouth, grinding the boy down against the
hardening length of his cock and Jensen let out the most delicious of moans as
he rocked down against Jared. It wasn't until Alan had been guided out of the
restaurant, Chad and Chris both with hands on their guns until the man was
gone, that Jared tore himself from Jensen's lips and looked at the boy.
"I see that they decided to buy you new clothes," he commented dryly, looking
down at the boy. "I must say, they fit you better than those horrid clothes you
wore before."
Jensen looked at him, tongue tracing his kiss-swollen lips for a moment and
Jared was quite sure that the boy was aware of the eyes on them, of the silence
as people tried to hear what they were talking about.
"I have a place to stay?" the boy asked, ignoring Jared's statement.
"You have," Jared said. "The Mansion is big enough to hold you, kiddo. And it
will make your father furious, having you live there."
The boy nodded slightly but didn't say anything, and shifted to the seat next
to Jared when the drinks arrived and Chris and Chad sat down next to them.
Slowly the volume in the room rose again but Jared had no doubts that there
were still eyes on them, still people listening. He had just won big, and he
knew that the streets would be buzzing with the news come morning.

Jensen fiddled with the chess piece in his hand, stroking fingers over
carefully carved edges and the cold gemstone eyes. Looking over to the big
windows, he caught his own reflection and he didn't really know how he felt
about it. He had never liked the prim clothes his father had insisted that he
wear, but even without knowing the cost of his current wardrobe he was
sometimes scared to even move in fear he would ruin them. Jared had rattled off
brands that Jensen had all but forgotten already, he only knew that the man
seemed to have a thing for Armani.
One week since the scene in the restaurant and Jensen was nowhere close to
getting used to his new life at The Mansion, but he didn't think he could be
blamed for that. The shock of opening the front door and seeing Chris standing
there, a set of clothes on one arm and a smirk on his lips, was still fresh in
Jensen's mind. But Jensen was far from stupid and he wouldn't deny a man he
knew carried a gun. And if he was completely honest with himself, he didn't
think he wanted to deny a request he knew came from Jared. But standing in that
restaurant, seeing Chad holding up the slip of paper that forever changed his
life, it wasn't something Jensen could really wrap his mind around.
The front door slammed, bringing Jensen out of his thoughts and he turned
around in time to smile at Jared as the man stepped inside the library, already
shrugging out of his suit jacket.
"Jensen," Jared said and held out a hand to him.
Jensen crossed the floor to step into Jared's arms and at the feel of a strong
arm at the small of his back he felt some of the tension drain away. His new
life was weird and maybe it wasn't what he would have chosen for himself but
Jared made him feel good in a way his father never had.
"We have a new Chief of Police," Jared said.
The statement didn't come as a surprise; the scene in the restaurant had been
about more than Jared claiming Jensen in public, he knew that. He was also
aware what role he himself had played in bringing his father down. Jensen was
about to say something when Jared's mouth covered his and a clever tongue wiped
all coherent thoughts from his mind and he was pushing closer before he could
really think of the fact that maybe he shouldn't be so pliant in Jared's arms.
A voice deep inside asked him if it shouldn't feel wrong to become so twisted
up with the man that brought his father down, but it was drowned out by
pleasure that Jensen couldn't deny. Twisted and wrong, it was still so damn
good.

- - Epilogue - Six months later - -
Jared leaned back in his huge office chair, legs spread as far as his slacks
would allow and Jensen kneeling in front of him. The boy's eyes were shut and
he moaned quietly as his lips wrapped tightly around the hard length of Jared's
cock. Somewhere on the other side of the door he could hear voices and he knew
that some of the most powerful men of the criminal underworld would soon enter
the room, settling down for what would be hours and hours of arguing,
bargaining and half-concealed threats. Starting it out with post-orgasmic bliss
seemed like a perfect plan to Jared.
"C'mon, kiddo," he groaned and cupped the back of Jensen's head with one big
hand. "I know you can take more, want to take more, don't you?"
He heard Jensen struggle for air when he pushed his cock further into the boy's
mouth until the softness of his throat was snug around the head, a fluttering
sensation when Jensen swallowed down on his gag reflex. With a moan he let go
of Jensen's head, allowing the boy to set the pace and instead he gripped at
the armrest of the chair, forcing himself to stay still. It was amazing how
much better Jensen was now with his mouth than the first time Jared had pushed
his cock in between soft lips.
"They're gonna come in soon," Jared groaned. "Want them to find you like this,
pretty little mouth sealed around my cock, begging for my come?"
Jensen whimpered but he didn't raise his hand to help with the task at hand,
instead he sucked even harder, tongue flicking at the sensitive spot where
crown and shaft met, sending a shock wave of pleasure through Jared's body.
"Fuck," Jared gasped, not caring if the men on the other side of the door heard
him or not.
Opening up his eyes Jensen looked up at him, eyes slightly wet was he struggled
to take Jared even further down. The boy hummed around the cock in his mouth
and the vibrations shot through Jared, making his orgasm tear through him and
he moaned loudly as he filled Jensen's mouth with hot come. Jensen didn't pull
back until the last spurt of come landed on his tongue and Jared saw a trickle
of white leak down the boy's chin. Jared put himself back together again,
smoothing out the wrinkles on his trousers before he motioned for Jensen to get
up.
Behind them the double doors to the conference room were pushed open and Jared
looked over Jensen's shoulder when suit-clad men stepped inside just in time to
see Jensen rise from the position he had been in and a few of them raised
questioning eyebrows.
"Gentlemen," Jared said without getting up from his chair. "Please sit down and
let's get this thing started."
"Are you sure you want him here for this?" One man said with a nod to Jensen
where he was standing next to Jared's chair.
The whole room went deadly silent at the question and Jared reached out to snag
Jensen around the waist, pulling the boy down on his lap with one hand at the
same time as the other reached under the table to where his gun was hidden.
Everyone took a quick step back from the man that had spoken when Jared aimed
the gun straight at his forehead.
"His name is Jensen," Jared said calmly. "And he goes where I go. Does anyone
have a fucking problem with that?"
No one spoke a single word and Jared lowered the gun, putting it down on the
table in front of him and instead he used both hands to shift Jensen into a
better position. The boy wrapped his arms around Jared's shoulders, burying his
face against Jared's neck. To anyone watching the position would only seem
submissive, but Jared could feel where Jensen was smiling against his neck. He
didn't doubt that Jensen would be rock hard in the confines of his designer
clothes, either. It wasn't something he had expected but the boy had changed
over the months since he had moved into The Mansion and Jared was quite sure
that his young lover was developing a kink for guns.
He had to hide his smile when Jensen shifted around, sitting so that the men
surrounding the table could see him lick the remnants of come from his lips
before he sprawled out on Jared's lap, allowing Jared to hold him in place with
one arm wrapped tightly around his waist.
"Shall we start?"
Jared knew that having Jensen on his lap for this meeting would push his status
up and the contentment radiating off Jensen just made it even better. There was
no doubt that owning Jensen would grant him even more power and when Jensen's
hand reached out for the gun, finger fitting around it with practiced ease,
Jared wondered about the boy on his lap. When he had first approached Jensen,
the boy had been nothing more than a means to an end but with slender fingers
wrapped around Jared's gun and green gaze traveling over the assembled people,
Jared was quite sure that Jensen would become more than anyone, even he
himself, had ever expected.

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