Big Bang 2013: Have Hatred and Gravity Won - 8/19
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Part Eight
“They would have come for us. Are you sure?”
“Of course I'm not sure; I'm an accountant, Jared.”
“We could give it another day.” Jared didn't like to think what might be waiting for them on their run through the trees to the ranch, or what he might find there. There had been three days of safety in the lodge bunker and, if he had to be honest, there were other reasons he didn't want it to end. He liked Jensen a lot, and he didn't want to compromise the relationship they had developed. He could admit that the sex was hot, but it was more than that, he let Jensen lead and dominate. Beyond sex, Jared was happy when Jensen took control, and he couldn't risk his father noticing.
“If there's going to be another move, you'll need to catch a ride.”
Jared's heart missed a beat, “But what about you?”
“I doubt there'll be room for me, but you'll be safe. It's what counts.”
Jared put a hand to the wall and stood his ground. He couldn't lose him that way. “No. I won't go without you. There was talk, last time, about what happened. I'm not leaving you behind.”
Jensen prodded him in the ribs, “C'mon. Don't be such a pessimist. According to the news, everything is quiet, and getting back to normal.”
“Maybe they're saying that so we come out.”
Jensen glared at him.
“You could escape. I could say they took you, and killed you; that I made it back here without you. There must be some way we can get your collar off, throw it in the lake. You could run now, and in the chaos they might not find you. You'd be free and safe, and so would your sister.” Jared chewed his lip, he wanted Jensen to stay with him, but he wanted him to run and live too. Whatever his answer, he wasn't prepared for it.
Jensen looked shocked, “You'd do that for me?”
Jared grabbed his arm and pulled him close. He reached a hand to circle the leather of his collar. Jensen let him. “You mean more to me than this, but if you go back with me, it will define you.”
He felt the grip of long fingers on his hips and he was face to face with Jensen in an instant. Green eyes searched his face, as if looking for answers. “I'm coming with you. No arguments.” Jensen told him. Jared huffed and closed his eyes. He felt the gentle kiss of lips on the upturn of his nose before Jensen trailed his lips to mouth wetly at his ear lobe, “If you quit stalling, I'll blow you when we get there.”
Jared gasped, and Jensen used the opportunity to kiss him quick with sliding, full lips and a minty deep lick of his tongue. He gave a sharp smack to Jared's ass as he ended it with a satisfied hum.
“Ready?” Jensen's question didn't need an answer. Jared patted the hunting knife at his side and raised the gun in his right hand.
Jensen lightly pushed the gun barrel down. “Guns make noise. Only use it in an absolute emergency. The knife is better.”
Jared giggled nervously, “You make it sound like you're such a pro.”
“Us mathletes are super-competitive. You have no idea,” Jensen teased him.
The main lock sounded like a crack of lightening in the silence that surrounded them. Jared was sure he actually jumped, and Jensen's mouth twitched. Jared watched Jensen as he drew breath. With flashlight in one hand and knife in the other, he swung the door wide. The hidden basement corridor was empty, with no evidence of discovery. They inched their way to the stone-camouflaged main door, every sound magnified by fear. For the first time, Jared noticed the musty dampness, and the length and direction of it, and realized that the bunker must be under the lake. He shivered, he was glad he hadn't thought about it before, or claustrophobia might have overtaken him.
Fingers to his lips, Jensen opened the next door. The white light of an 'exit sign' made them both blink. They raised their weapons, but there was only an empty cellar and the eerie buzz of a low-energy lamp.
Jensen reached a palm to Jared's chest, a brief reassurance to slow Jared's racing heart. There was only a stairway that remained between them and the lodge where, only days before, they had been so carefree, preparing their fishing tackle. The old wooden steps creaked with every footfall and they winced each time. They stopped to take a breath before they left this last safety. Jared reached for Jensen's hand around the torch. They nodded together, and cracked the door a fraction for Jensen to use his mirror. With another nod they slunk through the doorway.
The Lodge was devastated. Breeze stirred shards of glass, splinters of wood and ash. Looters had stripped walls and display cases clean, and struck matches to char the furniture. Glass crackled underfoot as they made their way out, back to back, alert for any sign of life, except the flap of a bird frightened from its roost. Jared spun on his heel, tensed his hand around his gun and then relaxed when it flew past and out of the window. He resumed his step, but not before his head crunched into a cabinet which jutted out, hanging by a single bracket, from the wall. He swore and stumbled, there was a piercing pain in his head and his vision blacked momentarily. The cabinet tumbled from its precarious fixing with a clatter that reverberated through the silence. Jensen's capable hands seemed to be all around him, steadying him, and dragging him away, preventing it from falling on his foot.
“So much for stealth!” Jensen wheezed, trying not to laugh, but they clung to each other, and to their weapons, waiting for something to happen.
A drip of blood trickled down Jared's cheek and he smeared it with the back of his hand. Jensen offered a tissue to dab at it. “Not too bad, must have caught the corner. We should move out in case anyone heard us,” he whispered.
Jared tested his balance gingerly, “I'm okay.”
Jensen removed his support gradually. Then, they were moving again, past blackened security cameras and into the trees, avoiding the main path. This time Jensen led, and there was no detour and no leash.
The continuing quiet was unsettling, leaves rustled and sticks broke underfoot, but there was no birdsong, no distant drone of traffic or faint snippets of guards whistling.
Jensen stepped over the body of a young man with gray skin and rigor-mortis, Jared skirted around it, averting his eyes. The rumble of an armored car grew loud and then receded as it approached and passed on the other side of the compound fence. They hid in a thicket and watched it. Jared noted its markings with relief, “Ours.”
“Looks like a patrol,” noted Jensen. “It means there's control. The trick now, will be to make sure they don't shoot us first, and ask questions later. They might not recognize me, so that job falls to you.”
Jared's stomach turned flip-flops. The possibility of dying by friendly fire when they'd got this far, hadn't occurred to him.
They reached the edge of the trees opposite the guard house and dropped weapons to the ground. With a prayer, and trembling hands held above their heads, they approached the soldiers on duty. Excited shouting preceded the shouldering of a gun and suddenly Jensen was barreling into Jared, flinging him to the ground. Jared cowered on the sharp gravel with his hands over his head as sturdy boots circled them and issued a hefty kick to his ribs. There was the scuffing sound of it being repeated on Jensen, and it made Jared furious. He opened his mouth to shout, but Jensen was already speaking, calm, terse and commanding.
“One kick to the President's property might be excused, further assault on the President's son is guaranteed to bring you pain. We demand to talk with your Commanding Officer, or any one of the President's own security detail. If you value your life you will take the time to identify us and escort Jared to his quarters.”
The soldier snorted his disdain, “Nobody asked you to speak, slave.” There was another thud and a groan from Jensen.
Jared slowly uncurled and raised his head, looking in terror down the barrel of a gun. “I gave the slave permission to speak, you moron, nobody asked you to comment. You touch him again and I won't hesitate to demand you be flogged. I shall repeat his instruction in case you are hard of hearing; you will escort us back to our quarters and inform my father that I am safe.”
There was rapid consultation in the guard-room, a static-ridden message on comms, and then the gun was being lowered. A hand was offered to help him up and dust him down. Jared waved them away and bent to help Jensen who swore under his breath and clutched at his ribs, “Son of a bitch.”
“He should be on a leash when he’s outside,” one of the soldiers commented. Jared was furious, his hand formed a fist before he could help himself, and the soldier found himself sprawling on the dusty road.
“If he was on a leash he wouldn't have been able to stop you motherfuckers from killing me. This slave saved the life of the President's son today. What did you do?”
“Get them inside, quickly. Are you stupid?” Corporal Hodge's voice boomed over a distance. It was the best thing he'd ever heard. Jared turned to greet him, suddenly quaking and nauseous.
“I can't move so quick, but my nose works perfect. Could smell ya coming.” Aldis grinned one eyed, with a bandage over the other, and hopped on one leg between crutches.
Jared hugged him loosely, afraid to hurt him. “I am so glad to see you, Aldis.”
“Reckon I saved your ass, boys. Hurry up, explanations later. Watch your step. The live ammo has been cleared but there's still some wickedly sharp debris.”
“You got injured, sorry.”
“Ain't your fault. I reckon I got off lucky. There's some didn't make it,”
“I wouldn't have either, if it hadn't been for Jensen,” Jared patted Jensen's arm.
Jensen looked embarrassed. “I should join the clean-up, as soon as Jared is settled. There must be a lot to do.”
Aldis glanced at Jared to see his reaction to his slave making his own decisions, “There is, but I reckon it is Jared's decision.”
“We'll both help,” confirmed Jared.
Aldis's eyebrows shot up with surprise but he didn't say a thing.
“Jared mustn't do anything until he's had the cut on his head examined and dressed. Is there a medic available?” Jensen smoothly arranged for Jared's care.
By the time they reached Jared's room, Aldis had heard most of their story, neatly edited to cut out the considerable hours they had spent exploring each other's bodies. They learned that control had indeed been wrested back in all major cities, and that Jared's pa was unhurt but raging with anger and a thirst for revenge.
“Did he ask about me?” Jared wondered.
Aldis, looked at the floor, “He had a lot going on. There was chaos. Some of us checked the main ranch, but we were given other orders.”
Jared blinked back a tear. “Right, well, it's good that I had Jensen.” He repeated himself, “I had Jensen.”
Jensen's warm hand splayed over the small of his back, to guide him to the sofa, “He took quite a bump to his head. I'll take it from here,” he explained.
“I'll send a medic.” Aldis hobbled away and Jensen shut the door behind him.
“You owe me a blow-job,” hissed Jared with a dimpled grin, the moment the door was locked.
“You're injured,” commented Jensen primly.
“My cock is perfectly healthy, except it aches, and I think there's some swelling.”
Jensen's eyes sparkled and he was trying his hardest to keep his face straight. “The medic could be here any time. Perhaps he should take a look.”
“You promised,” Jared whined.
Jensen stood over him, pushed him back into the sofa playfully, “Oh, baby boy. You disappoint me. You didn't ask nicely.”
Jared’s bruised rib twinged but he wasn't going to let it get in the way of Jensen's promise. “Please, please, please, please, sexy daddy, you promised to suck my dick,” he pouted.
“You've got a kinky, filthy mouth, baby boy.”
Jared couldn't help the jolt of lust that hit him at Jensen's words. “Please,” he begged.
Jensen dropped to his knees and spread Jared's legs to kneel between them. “You were so good, so brave, you did everything I told you, and you beg so beautifully. Good boys get their rewards,” he spoke, low and husky. Jensen looked up into Jared's face, even as his deft fingers unzipped Jared's fly to release his proud and erect cock. His eyelashes fluttered and the golden sprinkle of freckles over his nose seemed to sparkle. “You can hold my head, or my hair, I don't mind.”
He wasn't aware that he'd been waiting for permission until it was granted. Jared placed a hand on Jensen's head to run his fingers through the short, dust-ridden hair. Despite the grit from their ordeal, the act still soothed Jared. The O of Jensen's perfect mouth, swallowing him down, in one swift move, jolted him from his calm. He jerked forward into the heat and wet and suction, because fuck, nothing should feel that good. Jensen choked slightly and adjusted his angle. He sucked a wet trail all the way back to the tip of Jared's dick before swirling his tongue all around, and over the pulsing vein. Jared tipped his hips up as Jensen's fingers reached into his pants to cup his sacs and stroke the sensitive skin behind them.
A gentle tug on Jensen's head had him sliding plush, tight lips down Jared’s shaft once more, with his tongue exploring every inch.
“So good, daddy. There, please, more.” He snapped his hips looking for more depth. Jensen stared up at him briefly, then swallowed it all down, with his nose nestling in the wiry hairs of Jared's crotch and his throat fluttering deliciously around his length. Jared didn't know how long he could hold out. His fingers clutched and pulled at Jensen's hair as he drew back and fucked his face again. Jensen pushed down to meet his thrust, eager to take it. Words gave way to speechless groans. He fucked enthusiastically, spurred on by Jensen's obvious enjoyment. He came deep in Jensen's throat with a yell and the bright explosion of ecstatic sensation that tingled through every pore and nerve. He slumped, exhausted, and let Jensen clean him with gentle licks and finally a damp cloth. He closed his eyes.
Jared felt Jensen's presence looming over him, and heard the steady slap of flesh on flesh as he drifted in his post-orgasmic haze. “Not finished yet, baby, give me your hand.” Jared opened one eye to the close presence of Jensen's hard-on. “Almost there, gonna mark you mine,” He wrapped his fingers over Jensen's hand as he pumped his cock. “Open your eyes and your mouth, I want you to see me and taste me.”
He opened his eyes, looked up into Jensen's green gaze and the shame of his carved mark on the handsome face. He let his slave’s come splash and dribble down his cheek and over his lashes, and he licked droplets from his lips. He remembered to thank him. When he grabbed tissues to clean up, Jensen stayed his hand. “I want to look at you like that.” Jared obediently put the tissue away and resisted wiping his sleeve over the mess. Jensen sat next to him on the sofa with a happy sigh and pulled Jared down to rest his head on his shoulder. “Are you going to tell me what's going on with all this 'daddy' stuff, Jared?”
Jared shifted uncomfortably and turned his face into Jensen's shoulder, “You started it.”
“But you're really into it, aren't you?”
“It's hot, especially when you call me baby boy.”
“I'm not your pa.”
“I know. I don't call you pa. You're better. I'm sorry, does it disgust you?”
“No, no,” Jensen stroked his shoulder, “I didn't expect you to continue, and it's not about your age with me. I can't be your pa and it would worry me if your pa had...y'know, what we have, but you could talk to me.”
“Oh, ew, no,” Jared gagged at the thought, “It's nothing like that. I like the way you take care of me. It turns me on. Do you want me to stop?”
Jensen shook his head, “I'm not a prude. I've done some fairly wild things. I've been...” he seemed to struggle to find words, “….I've never thought of myself as the daddy type, but it works. It's not wrong or perverted. It's a kink I can do. Just make sure your real pa never finds out. I don't think he'd be as open-minded.”
“I know. Thanks.” Jared snuggled contentedly into Jensen's side and closed his eyes again.
A cool cloth wiped gently over his face, and soft lips kissed his forehead, “Got to clean my filthy baby boy. Rest.”
They snoozed until the medic arrived. While Jared's wounds were dressed, Jensen busied himself preparing the washroom for Jared's shower, making coffee and cleaning dust from the surfaces. He knelt by Jared's side to present his coffee, and called him Master, like a well trained slave should.
Jared swept dust, while Jensen wielded a spade to collect debris. Their workplace, near the entrance of the ranch gave Jensen unprecedented opportunity to observe the security systems and routines. The novelty of the unsecured slave and his busy Master wore off after a few hours, and the security team left them alone, apart from fleeting visits by Aldis to give them directions and moral support. When Jared started to tire, Jensen snatched the broom from him and ordered him back to his room. Aldis waved Jensen away to collect their dinner from the kitchen, on his own. Jensen hid a smirk. Fortune had provided him with the opportunities and trust he needed.
He chatted to cook as he waited, asked after the President, for his son, and wondered if he was managing to eat properly, and if he came out of his room. The kitchen staff laughed, grateful for normal conversation.
“President Padalecki hasn't changed his routine one bit. The only difference is that he continues to work, while he dines. He's had a direct line installed at the table. He's an example to us all.” The cook's distaste for the man was disguised but Jensen saw the tells in her expression.
“I'll let Jared know. He won't wish to interrupt his father's work.”
She nodded sagely. “Prob'ly best. You take a plate for yourself. I heard you've been busy. We need everyone to keep their strength.”
Jensen took both portions gratefully and turned to leave. Madison followed at a distance, watching him intently. He walked a few paces, until they were alone, near the kitchen, then he stopped and turned to face her. “Why are you following me?”
“Some says there was graves found. If you're Jared's, what happened to Fin?”
“He's not coming back. Nothing anyone can do.” He resumed walking. Madison fled back to the kitchen in tears.
Jensen ran errands until it got late. The President's staff were grateful for any extra help, and reassured by the story of Jared's rescue. It granted him access to areas that were previously off-limits, and he carefully committed them all to memory. Security at the compound gate was bulked up with young soldiers, fresh through training, and the numbers within the ranch were severely depleted. Internal cameras still followed his every move, but Danni would deal with them.
Aldis cornered him on the way back to Jared's room, “Early warning, his pa is visiting him. He wants to see you.”
Jensen stiffened. He sure as hell had no desire to see President Padalecki. Getting killed now would screw with his pension fund.
“Relax. He's grateful to have Jared back. I'll take you in. Remember your place, yeah?”
“Why the concern for me?”
“Jared has been lost and angry since we got to the ranch. You're good for him. Everyone has noticed it.”
“Teenagers are supposed to be confused and angry, it's their job.”
“Yeah, well. It's been less since he's had you.”
Jensen pushed away the curl of happiness the knowledge gave him. It wasn't appropriate to his mission. He lowered his eyes as he entered the room, and knelt at Jared's feet for instructions. He was Jared's slave, and he wouldn't give the President the satisfaction of his direct submission. Jared's hand rested on his head as he listened to his father's platitudes, but nobody spoke to Jensen. The President droned on about politics, allies and theories. Jensen listened, but there was nothing new in it. He sensed Jared's boredom and leaned against his leg and into his touch.
Before he left the room, the President gave Jared a tight hug, with real affection and a touch of possessiveness. The “I love you, Son,” he uttered mid-squeeze, surprised Jensen as much as it appeared to surprise Jared. Jared clung on to the moment until his father pulled away and crooked his finger for Jensen to stand. Jensen watched the display, and in the moment, he hated them both with an unnatural intensity. It was something he could never have with his father, and it was an effort to keep his expression neutral. He was a superb at burying his emotions though, he had years of experience.
Dark hazel eyes assessed him and fingers touched his collar. “I hear you brought my Jared home safely. It's good to know that you take your duties seriously.”
“Yessir,” Jensen answered smartly. He silently wished a slow and painful death on Jared and his Pa.
“There is a lot to be done. I'm sure my son will use you wisely. Make sure you don't disappoint us.”
“I hope to surprise you with my efforts, sir.” Jensen smiled brightly. He meant every word.
Jared collapsed onto the sofa as soon as his father left. “Ugh. You must be exhausted. There's hot water for a shower. I already had mine.”
“Thanks.”
Jensen hadn't realized how dirty and tired he was. His bruised ribs ached and his eyes wanted to close, but he could cope. He had taken worse. He stripped, taking care to remove the sedatives he had stolen from the bunker, and secrete them in a gap behind the plumbing. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the soothing jets of hot water and creamy lather. Jared followed him into the bathroom, to lean against the vanity unit and talk to him. “I told him I won't tie you up like a dog. He didn't have much to say about it. He thought I had run, or was dead. He was quite emotional at first.” The unspoken words “He didn't look for me,” hung in the air, but Jensen didn't challenge him.
When Jensen was done, with his hair toweled dry, they tumbled naked into bed together. Jared wrapped his arms and legs around Jensen like an octopus, and Jensen curled his arm around Jared's shoulder. They kissed until sleep pulled them both under.
Part nine
Part Eight
“They would have come for us. Are you sure?”
“Of course I'm not sure; I'm an accountant, Jared.”
“We could give it another day.” Jared didn't like to think what might be waiting for them on their run through the trees to the ranch, or what he might find there. There had been three days of safety in the lodge bunker and, if he had to be honest, there were other reasons he didn't want it to end. He liked Jensen a lot, and he didn't want to compromise the relationship they had developed. He could admit that the sex was hot, but it was more than that, he let Jensen lead and dominate. Beyond sex, Jared was happy when Jensen took control, and he couldn't risk his father noticing.
“If there's going to be another move, you'll need to catch a ride.”
Jared's heart missed a beat, “But what about you?”
“I doubt there'll be room for me, but you'll be safe. It's what counts.”
Jared put a hand to the wall and stood his ground. He couldn't lose him that way. “No. I won't go without you. There was talk, last time, about what happened. I'm not leaving you behind.”
Jensen prodded him in the ribs, “C'mon. Don't be such a pessimist. According to the news, everything is quiet, and getting back to normal.”
“Maybe they're saying that so we come out.”
Jensen glared at him.
“You could escape. I could say they took you, and killed you; that I made it back here without you. There must be some way we can get your collar off, throw it in the lake. You could run now, and in the chaos they might not find you. You'd be free and safe, and so would your sister.” Jared chewed his lip, he wanted Jensen to stay with him, but he wanted him to run and live too. Whatever his answer, he wasn't prepared for it.
Jensen looked shocked, “You'd do that for me?”
Jared grabbed his arm and pulled him close. He reached a hand to circle the leather of his collar. Jensen let him. “You mean more to me than this, but if you go back with me, it will define you.”
He felt the grip of long fingers on his hips and he was face to face with Jensen in an instant. Green eyes searched his face, as if looking for answers. “I'm coming with you. No arguments.” Jensen told him. Jared huffed and closed his eyes. He felt the gentle kiss of lips on the upturn of his nose before Jensen trailed his lips to mouth wetly at his ear lobe, “If you quit stalling, I'll blow you when we get there.”
Jared gasped, and Jensen used the opportunity to kiss him quick with sliding, full lips and a minty deep lick of his tongue. He gave a sharp smack to Jared's ass as he ended it with a satisfied hum.
“Ready?” Jensen's question didn't need an answer. Jared patted the hunting knife at his side and raised the gun in his right hand.
Jensen lightly pushed the gun barrel down. “Guns make noise. Only use it in an absolute emergency. The knife is better.”
Jared giggled nervously, “You make it sound like you're such a pro.”
“Us mathletes are super-competitive. You have no idea,” Jensen teased him.
The main lock sounded like a crack of lightening in the silence that surrounded them. Jared was sure he actually jumped, and Jensen's mouth twitched. Jared watched Jensen as he drew breath. With flashlight in one hand and knife in the other, he swung the door wide. The hidden basement corridor was empty, with no evidence of discovery. They inched their way to the stone-camouflaged main door, every sound magnified by fear. For the first time, Jared noticed the musty dampness, and the length and direction of it, and realized that the bunker must be under the lake. He shivered, he was glad he hadn't thought about it before, or claustrophobia might have overtaken him.
Fingers to his lips, Jensen opened the next door. The white light of an 'exit sign' made them both blink. They raised their weapons, but there was only an empty cellar and the eerie buzz of a low-energy lamp.
Jensen reached a palm to Jared's chest, a brief reassurance to slow Jared's racing heart. There was only a stairway that remained between them and the lodge where, only days before, they had been so carefree, preparing their fishing tackle. The old wooden steps creaked with every footfall and they winced each time. They stopped to take a breath before they left this last safety. Jared reached for Jensen's hand around the torch. They nodded together, and cracked the door a fraction for Jensen to use his mirror. With another nod they slunk through the doorway.
The Lodge was devastated. Breeze stirred shards of glass, splinters of wood and ash. Looters had stripped walls and display cases clean, and struck matches to char the furniture. Glass crackled underfoot as they made their way out, back to back, alert for any sign of life, except the flap of a bird frightened from its roost. Jared spun on his heel, tensed his hand around his gun and then relaxed when it flew past and out of the window. He resumed his step, but not before his head crunched into a cabinet which jutted out, hanging by a single bracket, from the wall. He swore and stumbled, there was a piercing pain in his head and his vision blacked momentarily. The cabinet tumbled from its precarious fixing with a clatter that reverberated through the silence. Jensen's capable hands seemed to be all around him, steadying him, and dragging him away, preventing it from falling on his foot.
“So much for stealth!” Jensen wheezed, trying not to laugh, but they clung to each other, and to their weapons, waiting for something to happen.
A drip of blood trickled down Jared's cheek and he smeared it with the back of his hand. Jensen offered a tissue to dab at it. “Not too bad, must have caught the corner. We should move out in case anyone heard us,” he whispered.
Jared tested his balance gingerly, “I'm okay.”
Jensen removed his support gradually. Then, they were moving again, past blackened security cameras and into the trees, avoiding the main path. This time Jensen led, and there was no detour and no leash.
The continuing quiet was unsettling, leaves rustled and sticks broke underfoot, but there was no birdsong, no distant drone of traffic or faint snippets of guards whistling.
Jensen stepped over the body of a young man with gray skin and rigor-mortis, Jared skirted around it, averting his eyes. The rumble of an armored car grew loud and then receded as it approached and passed on the other side of the compound fence. They hid in a thicket and watched it. Jared noted its markings with relief, “Ours.”
“Looks like a patrol,” noted Jensen. “It means there's control. The trick now, will be to make sure they don't shoot us first, and ask questions later. They might not recognize me, so that job falls to you.”
Jared's stomach turned flip-flops. The possibility of dying by friendly fire when they'd got this far, hadn't occurred to him.
They reached the edge of the trees opposite the guard house and dropped weapons to the ground. With a prayer, and trembling hands held above their heads, they approached the soldiers on duty. Excited shouting preceded the shouldering of a gun and suddenly Jensen was barreling into Jared, flinging him to the ground. Jared cowered on the sharp gravel with his hands over his head as sturdy boots circled them and issued a hefty kick to his ribs. There was the scuffing sound of it being repeated on Jensen, and it made Jared furious. He opened his mouth to shout, but Jensen was already speaking, calm, terse and commanding.
“One kick to the President's property might be excused, further assault on the President's son is guaranteed to bring you pain. We demand to talk with your Commanding Officer, or any one of the President's own security detail. If you value your life you will take the time to identify us and escort Jared to his quarters.”
The soldier snorted his disdain, “Nobody asked you to speak, slave.” There was another thud and a groan from Jensen.
Jared slowly uncurled and raised his head, looking in terror down the barrel of a gun. “I gave the slave permission to speak, you moron, nobody asked you to comment. You touch him again and I won't hesitate to demand you be flogged. I shall repeat his instruction in case you are hard of hearing; you will escort us back to our quarters and inform my father that I am safe.”
There was rapid consultation in the guard-room, a static-ridden message on comms, and then the gun was being lowered. A hand was offered to help him up and dust him down. Jared waved them away and bent to help Jensen who swore under his breath and clutched at his ribs, “Son of a bitch.”
“He should be on a leash when he’s outside,” one of the soldiers commented. Jared was furious, his hand formed a fist before he could help himself, and the soldier found himself sprawling on the dusty road.
“If he was on a leash he wouldn't have been able to stop you motherfuckers from killing me. This slave saved the life of the President's son today. What did you do?”
“Get them inside, quickly. Are you stupid?” Corporal Hodge's voice boomed over a distance. It was the best thing he'd ever heard. Jared turned to greet him, suddenly quaking and nauseous.
“I can't move so quick, but my nose works perfect. Could smell ya coming.” Aldis grinned one eyed, with a bandage over the other, and hopped on one leg between crutches.
Jared hugged him loosely, afraid to hurt him. “I am so glad to see you, Aldis.”
“Reckon I saved your ass, boys. Hurry up, explanations later. Watch your step. The live ammo has been cleared but there's still some wickedly sharp debris.”
“You got injured, sorry.”
“Ain't your fault. I reckon I got off lucky. There's some didn't make it,”
“I wouldn't have either, if it hadn't been for Jensen,” Jared patted Jensen's arm.
Jensen looked embarrassed. “I should join the clean-up, as soon as Jared is settled. There must be a lot to do.”
Aldis glanced at Jared to see his reaction to his slave making his own decisions, “There is, but I reckon it is Jared's decision.”
“We'll both help,” confirmed Jared.
Aldis's eyebrows shot up with surprise but he didn't say a thing.
“Jared mustn't do anything until he's had the cut on his head examined and dressed. Is there a medic available?” Jensen smoothly arranged for Jared's care.
By the time they reached Jared's room, Aldis had heard most of their story, neatly edited to cut out the considerable hours they had spent exploring each other's bodies. They learned that control had indeed been wrested back in all major cities, and that Jared's pa was unhurt but raging with anger and a thirst for revenge.
“Did he ask about me?” Jared wondered.
Aldis, looked at the floor, “He had a lot going on. There was chaos. Some of us checked the main ranch, but we were given other orders.”
Jared blinked back a tear. “Right, well, it's good that I had Jensen.” He repeated himself, “I had Jensen.”
Jensen's warm hand splayed over the small of his back, to guide him to the sofa, “He took quite a bump to his head. I'll take it from here,” he explained.
“I'll send a medic.” Aldis hobbled away and Jensen shut the door behind him.
“You owe me a blow-job,” hissed Jared with a dimpled grin, the moment the door was locked.
“You're injured,” commented Jensen primly.
“My cock is perfectly healthy, except it aches, and I think there's some swelling.”
Jensen's eyes sparkled and he was trying his hardest to keep his face straight. “The medic could be here any time. Perhaps he should take a look.”
“You promised,” Jared whined.
Jensen stood over him, pushed him back into the sofa playfully, “Oh, baby boy. You disappoint me. You didn't ask nicely.”
Jared’s bruised rib twinged but he wasn't going to let it get in the way of Jensen's promise. “Please, please, please, please, sexy daddy, you promised to suck my dick,” he pouted.
“You've got a kinky, filthy mouth, baby boy.”
Jared couldn't help the jolt of lust that hit him at Jensen's words. “Please,” he begged.
Jensen dropped to his knees and spread Jared's legs to kneel between them. “You were so good, so brave, you did everything I told you, and you beg so beautifully. Good boys get their rewards,” he spoke, low and husky. Jensen looked up into Jared's face, even as his deft fingers unzipped Jared's fly to release his proud and erect cock. His eyelashes fluttered and the golden sprinkle of freckles over his nose seemed to sparkle. “You can hold my head, or my hair, I don't mind.”
He wasn't aware that he'd been waiting for permission until it was granted. Jared placed a hand on Jensen's head to run his fingers through the short, dust-ridden hair. Despite the grit from their ordeal, the act still soothed Jared. The O of Jensen's perfect mouth, swallowing him down, in one swift move, jolted him from his calm. He jerked forward into the heat and wet and suction, because fuck, nothing should feel that good. Jensen choked slightly and adjusted his angle. He sucked a wet trail all the way back to the tip of Jared's dick before swirling his tongue all around, and over the pulsing vein. Jared tipped his hips up as Jensen's fingers reached into his pants to cup his sacs and stroke the sensitive skin behind them.
A gentle tug on Jensen's head had him sliding plush, tight lips down Jared’s shaft once more, with his tongue exploring every inch.
“So good, daddy. There, please, more.” He snapped his hips looking for more depth. Jensen stared up at him briefly, then swallowed it all down, with his nose nestling in the wiry hairs of Jared's crotch and his throat fluttering deliciously around his length. Jared didn't know how long he could hold out. His fingers clutched and pulled at Jensen's hair as he drew back and fucked his face again. Jensen pushed down to meet his thrust, eager to take it. Words gave way to speechless groans. He fucked enthusiastically, spurred on by Jensen's obvious enjoyment. He came deep in Jensen's throat with a yell and the bright explosion of ecstatic sensation that tingled through every pore and nerve. He slumped, exhausted, and let Jensen clean him with gentle licks and finally a damp cloth. He closed his eyes.
Jared felt Jensen's presence looming over him, and heard the steady slap of flesh on flesh as he drifted in his post-orgasmic haze. “Not finished yet, baby, give me your hand.” Jared opened one eye to the close presence of Jensen's hard-on. “Almost there, gonna mark you mine,” He wrapped his fingers over Jensen's hand as he pumped his cock. “Open your eyes and your mouth, I want you to see me and taste me.”
He opened his eyes, looked up into Jensen's green gaze and the shame of his carved mark on the handsome face. He let his slave’s come splash and dribble down his cheek and over his lashes, and he licked droplets from his lips. He remembered to thank him. When he grabbed tissues to clean up, Jensen stayed his hand. “I want to look at you like that.” Jared obediently put the tissue away and resisted wiping his sleeve over the mess. Jensen sat next to him on the sofa with a happy sigh and pulled Jared down to rest his head on his shoulder. “Are you going to tell me what's going on with all this 'daddy' stuff, Jared?”
Jared shifted uncomfortably and turned his face into Jensen's shoulder, “You started it.”
“But you're really into it, aren't you?”
“It's hot, especially when you call me baby boy.”
“I'm not your pa.”
“I know. I don't call you pa. You're better. I'm sorry, does it disgust you?”
“No, no,” Jensen stroked his shoulder, “I didn't expect you to continue, and it's not about your age with me. I can't be your pa and it would worry me if your pa had...y'know, what we have, but you could talk to me.”
“Oh, ew, no,” Jared gagged at the thought, “It's nothing like that. I like the way you take care of me. It turns me on. Do you want me to stop?”
Jensen shook his head, “I'm not a prude. I've done some fairly wild things. I've been...” he seemed to struggle to find words, “….I've never thought of myself as the daddy type, but it works. It's not wrong or perverted. It's a kink I can do. Just make sure your real pa never finds out. I don't think he'd be as open-minded.”
“I know. Thanks.” Jared snuggled contentedly into Jensen's side and closed his eyes again.
A cool cloth wiped gently over his face, and soft lips kissed his forehead, “Got to clean my filthy baby boy. Rest.”
They snoozed until the medic arrived. While Jared's wounds were dressed, Jensen busied himself preparing the washroom for Jared's shower, making coffee and cleaning dust from the surfaces. He knelt by Jared's side to present his coffee, and called him Master, like a well trained slave should.
Jared swept dust, while Jensen wielded a spade to collect debris. Their workplace, near the entrance of the ranch gave Jensen unprecedented opportunity to observe the security systems and routines. The novelty of the unsecured slave and his busy Master wore off after a few hours, and the security team left them alone, apart from fleeting visits by Aldis to give them directions and moral support. When Jared started to tire, Jensen snatched the broom from him and ordered him back to his room. Aldis waved Jensen away to collect their dinner from the kitchen, on his own. Jensen hid a smirk. Fortune had provided him with the opportunities and trust he needed.
He chatted to cook as he waited, asked after the President, for his son, and wondered if he was managing to eat properly, and if he came out of his room. The kitchen staff laughed, grateful for normal conversation.
“President Padalecki hasn't changed his routine one bit. The only difference is that he continues to work, while he dines. He's had a direct line installed at the table. He's an example to us all.” The cook's distaste for the man was disguised but Jensen saw the tells in her expression.
“I'll let Jared know. He won't wish to interrupt his father's work.”
She nodded sagely. “Prob'ly best. You take a plate for yourself. I heard you've been busy. We need everyone to keep their strength.”
Jensen took both portions gratefully and turned to leave. Madison followed at a distance, watching him intently. He walked a few paces, until they were alone, near the kitchen, then he stopped and turned to face her. “Why are you following me?”
“Some says there was graves found. If you're Jared's, what happened to Fin?”
“He's not coming back. Nothing anyone can do.” He resumed walking. Madison fled back to the kitchen in tears.
Jensen ran errands until it got late. The President's staff were grateful for any extra help, and reassured by the story of Jared's rescue. It granted him access to areas that were previously off-limits, and he carefully committed them all to memory. Security at the compound gate was bulked up with young soldiers, fresh through training, and the numbers within the ranch were severely depleted. Internal cameras still followed his every move, but Danni would deal with them.
Aldis cornered him on the way back to Jared's room, “Early warning, his pa is visiting him. He wants to see you.”
Jensen stiffened. He sure as hell had no desire to see President Padalecki. Getting killed now would screw with his pension fund.
“Relax. He's grateful to have Jared back. I'll take you in. Remember your place, yeah?”
“Why the concern for me?”
“Jared has been lost and angry since we got to the ranch. You're good for him. Everyone has noticed it.”
“Teenagers are supposed to be confused and angry, it's their job.”
“Yeah, well. It's been less since he's had you.”
Jensen pushed away the curl of happiness the knowledge gave him. It wasn't appropriate to his mission. He lowered his eyes as he entered the room, and knelt at Jared's feet for instructions. He was Jared's slave, and he wouldn't give the President the satisfaction of his direct submission. Jared's hand rested on his head as he listened to his father's platitudes, but nobody spoke to Jensen. The President droned on about politics, allies and theories. Jensen listened, but there was nothing new in it. He sensed Jared's boredom and leaned against his leg and into his touch.
Before he left the room, the President gave Jared a tight hug, with real affection and a touch of possessiveness. The “I love you, Son,” he uttered mid-squeeze, surprised Jensen as much as it appeared to surprise Jared. Jared clung on to the moment until his father pulled away and crooked his finger for Jensen to stand. Jensen watched the display, and in the moment, he hated them both with an unnatural intensity. It was something he could never have with his father, and it was an effort to keep his expression neutral. He was a superb at burying his emotions though, he had years of experience.
Dark hazel eyes assessed him and fingers touched his collar. “I hear you brought my Jared home safely. It's good to know that you take your duties seriously.”
“Yessir,” Jensen answered smartly. He silently wished a slow and painful death on Jared and his Pa.
“There is a lot to be done. I'm sure my son will use you wisely. Make sure you don't disappoint us.”
“I hope to surprise you with my efforts, sir.” Jensen smiled brightly. He meant every word.
Jared collapsed onto the sofa as soon as his father left. “Ugh. You must be exhausted. There's hot water for a shower. I already had mine.”
“Thanks.”
Jensen hadn't realized how dirty and tired he was. His bruised ribs ached and his eyes wanted to close, but he could cope. He had taken worse. He stripped, taking care to remove the sedatives he had stolen from the bunker, and secrete them in a gap behind the plumbing. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the soothing jets of hot water and creamy lather. Jared followed him into the bathroom, to lean against the vanity unit and talk to him. “I told him I won't tie you up like a dog. He didn't have much to say about it. He thought I had run, or was dead. He was quite emotional at first.” The unspoken words “He didn't look for me,” hung in the air, but Jensen didn't challenge him.
When Jensen was done, with his hair toweled dry, they tumbled naked into bed together. Jared wrapped his arms and legs around Jensen like an octopus, and Jensen curled his arm around Jared's shoulder. They kissed until sleep pulled them both under.
Part nine