Black Valentine 4/? (Jensen/Jared, NC-17)
Title: Black Valentine 4/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Summary: Jensen had a mission to complete on board the most expensive and elite cruiser in the Orion Belt. Unfortunately it was a one-time, couples-only vacation and his partner had just cried off. The runaway twink he met in the spaceport looked like he had potential though.
Warnings: dub-con, au, kidnapping, non consensual drug use, fake relationship, BDSM, bad BDSM etiquette, collar, age gap, graphic violence and abuse, slavery, piercings, this au does not relate gender to clothing
AN: I started this for Big Bang but it is a monster and I didn't feel I could do the story credit by the deadline, then froze in the headlights because I wasn't sure I should be writing at all with another wip on my hands. Then I decided to ask what other people thought, got over myself and decided to do it as wip anyway. Thank you so much for the LJ support, especially
fufarawwho has helped to improve this. The story is a mash-up of so many of my favourite kinks and cliches, so it will be posted semi regularly but it is absolutely for me to have fun with then share. I'm not going to pressure myself with difficult targets and deadlines.
Disclaimer: It's not real. This is an au Jared and Jensen who play in my head and mean no harm or disrespect to the Jared and Jensen in the real world.
Back to Part 3
***
Jared pulled the bed covers around him like a shield from Jensen’s words. He had been quiet altogether too long and Jensen might have to shake a response from him. Just as he was thinking about an alternative, Jared opened his mouth.
Jensen leaned forward, ready to catch his reply.
Jared shut his mouth, shook his head, then opened it again, “You want me to go on a cruise with you? A very kinky cruise, pretending to be your - what did you call it - submissive new husband?"
“Yes. It is not a cruise that I can attend alone and my partner is unable to be here. A suite aboard The Black Valentine is expensive - small mining planet expensive - and unique. Many apply for a place but few are invited. I may not get another chance.”
“Are you and your partner even together? Or is this some sort of sick game? You keep saying ‘I’. It seems a bit careless, losing your newlywed. I don’t think even Tahmoh would do that.” Jared’s eyes looked down, his hands tangled in the covers that were still wrapped around him.
He had a smart mouth, Jensen thought it might be a problem. That there seemed to be something very wrong with Jared’s betrothal could perhaps be turned to his advantage.
“No, we’re not together together. We're business partners, you won't be anybody's bit on the side. The thing about the Black Valentine is that powerful folks do exclusive business on board. It is business that we want a part of, but I must fit the profile, I need a slave or a submissive. The advantage for you, is that the position is temporary. The Brief Encounter is a life-sentence, but this vacation, with me, will be over in fourteen standard days and we can take guided tours of some of the most incredible destinations in the Orion Belt. It is a one-time opportunity; a young hitch hiker's dream.”
“But my family…,”
“Your family already believe you to be lost. It is a short time.They would be happy to know you are alive.”
"Can I contact them, at least let them know?"
"It's too dangerous. You can do that when the cruise is over."
Jared dropped a corner of the cover he had been holding around him. "Dangerous for you," he said.
Jensen nodded agreement.
He narrowed his eyes at Jensen, “If the cruise is so full of powerful people, then faking this submissive thing sounds like the sort of deception they might want to kick us out of the airlock for. You stole this ship, it all seems dangerous. What happens if I say no?”
Jensen shrugged. He was a heartless bastard at times but he honestly didn’t want to hurt the kid. He was simply out of options. “I’m not looking to take a trip out of an airlock with anybody. I intend to have fun. You can say you won’t co-operate but I can’t accept it. I would take you on board as a bought slave and I’ll modify your voice so you can’t alert anybody. Then you will spend the cruise locked up without an option in what activities we join or what tours we take. Chad will be lost to the Brief Encounter and I doubt you’ll see each other again.”
Jared regathered the cover about him. His hand shook and his eyes were moist but he didn’t cry. Jensen had to give it to him. He was strong.
“You know what?” wondered Jared, as if no ultimatum had been issued. “Does this ship have some sort of window? Are there stars? Can I see space? I wanted to...” He slipped his legs off the bed and his socked feet dangled over the edge of it, too high to quite reach the floor. This was not a ship designed for humans.
“You know what? Yeah, there is. You want to do that? We can do that. I can angle us so we look back on the Wolfhead nebula and see the rings around Seraph 7. Would you like that?”
Jared jumped the rest of the way to the floor, with his covers still wrapped about him. “Now,” he demanded.
“Now,” agreed Jensen. “This way.”
***
Jared was quiet on the way to the observation bay, his feet padded softly on under-heated corridors and the bed cover swished behind him like a bridal train. His gaze wandered in awe to all the little details of the ship, taking in crystal control buttons, soft lighting panels and a sweep of colorful aquariums full of plants and busy animal life. Golden fabric lined thick padded walls and giant furniture.
“This ship isn’t normal, Jared. Somebody obscenely wealthy owns it. Most are much more basic and rather oily, but our cruise will be on something more spectacular than this; the Black Valentine. It’s said to be breathtaking - one of the dark wonders of this universe - an incredible design,” Jensen explained.
Jared merely nodded and continued on to the viewing panel. Maybe he was in shock.
Jensen didn’t think much of the view. When you’ve seen one nebula, you’ve pretty much seen them all, and the rings around Seraph 7 were pretty but lots of planets have rings. Still, Jared’s reaction was a sight to behold. His hands reached tentatively to the screen and he splayed his fingers onto it and traced stars, dot to dot. His eyes sparkled and he smiled, real and radiant, at the view. The covers fell from his shoulders and crumpled on the floor around him. He was a hopeful runaway in jeans and a tee shirt again, as if Jensen wasn’t holding him hostage at all.
“Is it really what’s out there?” Jared asked eventually.
“Yeah, the panel isn’t glass, glass doesn’t do well in a vacuum, and this shows light on all of the spectrum, but it’s clear, with the durability of diamonds, so we’re safe.”
“I didn’t expect it to be so vivid. Did you know that the purple dots are planets forming? That’s what our astronomy teacher said anyway. We are looking at brand new planets - imagine the possibilities, it’s amazing,” he gushed, looking at Jensen for validation.
Jensen couldn’t help a chuckle, it did seem exciting from Jared's perspective. “It’s pretty amazing,” he agreed.
“ I've wanted to see it all my life. I didn’t think it would cost so much.” His excitement changed abruptly to sadness,
“Money?” asked Jensen.
“Everything. I thought I would go home.”
Jensen walked over to stand beside him. He patted Jared’s shoulder, “I am not going to keep you, Jared. After the cruise, I’ll take you home, and Chad will be with you.” He didn’t know if he could keep the promise, but he would try.
Strands of hair tumbled around Jared’s face as he shook his head, “You don’t have to lie. I heard the screams on the Brief Encounter, I know you killed people. You know my name but I never told it. What sort of criminal are you? A hitman?”
Ah. Jensen wiped the sweat from the palm of his hand onto his pants. “I’m a guy with a deal to broker. Sometimes that involves acquiring other items or removing obstacles. I needed to acquire a submissive, and the guards were an obstacle. They would have killed you without blinking; they didn’t deserve to live, and you don’t deserve to die. I’m giving you a chance but I’m not saying it will be easy or even comfortable. As for your name, your friend called you Jared in the port bar.”
Jared flinched and stepped back from him. “I thought you would deny it. You watched us leave with that woman? Did you know what would happen to us?”
Jensen shook his head, “There's no point in denying it. You know what you’ve seen and heard. You’re perceptive, in fact I wonder why you got on The Brief Encounter at all. You did that, Jared. Was a stranger supposed to be responsible for your actions? I could have left you there, made an easier choice of partner, but I thought we could help each other.”
“Sometimes, I get swept along with Chad’s plans. In school, one time, we burned down the chem lab. trying to make fireworks. That was Chad’s idea too,” Jared shrugged.
Jensen laughed, it seemed too ridiculous and he could imagine them looking charred and regretful.
The watch on Jensen’s wrist began to vibrate and a yellow crystal blinked above the obs panel. In his head he heard the ping of Kane coming back online. "Forty minutes until docking, so I hope you’ve got your shit together, Jensen."
Jensen cleared his throat, looked out into the black at what Jared was seeing, “We’re getting close. I need you to make a decision, Jared.”
Long fingers returned to tracing distant stars on the panel, “Will there be panels to look out of, like this? Will you take me with you to see the sights?” he asked.
“Yes. Of course.There's so much, even a planet with beaches that shine like rainbows and fish which sing as they fly. On board there are huge lounges with domes to look through as we eat, and our bedroom has a porthole.”
Jared’s reply when it came was distant and a little dreamy, “If I say no then you’ll lock me up and I won’t ever see it. So, yes. I’ll do it, and then you’ll take us home.”
Jensen let go of the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. He put his hand over Jared’s busy fingers, traced with them. “Thank you. We’ll see the stars together and then I will take you and Chad home. I know it’s not okay but I’ll try and make it bearable. Deal?”
Jared straightened and looked him in the eye, "Deal," he said, and proffered his hand.
Jensen looked at his slender long fingers, he could think of a few good uses for those.
"You shake his hand. It's an old human sign of respect or intention, to seal a deal," Kane informed him.
"What?"
Chris Kane gave his most obvious 'you're an idiot' sigh before talking Jensen through it, "Look him in the eyes. Stretch out your right arm, take his hand in a firm friendly grip and shake it a few inches up, then down and up again, then let go with a nod."
He shook Jared's hand. “Deal,” he echoed.
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