Black as Night. Red as Cherries.
Title: Black as Night. Red as Cherries.
Part Six
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,424
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warnings: Violence, Extended Warnings
Notes: About half an hour ago. The phrase "black as night. red as cherries." interrupted me when I was thinking about what would happen in "Dark Intentions". This is a result a simple phrase being pulled from my mind.
Summary: Jared Padalecki meets the cool and tough bike rider, Jensen Ackles, strangely enough in the library. They go from being strangers, to friends, to lovers. Now, can they both escape the half-breeds that threaten Jared?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| | Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| |Part 6| | Part 7| | Part 8| | Part 9|
Its two days after Jensen made Jared promise not to leave the apartment by the use of kissing, but at the moment Jensen has begun thinking that that had been a bad compromise. Not only is his lips chapped and Mike’s laughter starting to grate on his nerves, but now he has six foot four inches of one Jared Padalecki bouncing around the walls.
“Seriously Mike, what the hell did you give him?” Jensen asks looking suspiciously at the bald man.
“Absolutely nothing.” Mike groans out; he’s laughter starting to nag at the muscles in his stomach and sides. He’s come to realize that laughing for nearly two days straight because Jared would attack Jensen with his lips making the shorter man flail around, and look around corners for Jared before walking into a room, wasn’t the greatest way to spend his time. “Jared’s like an overgrown puppy, you have to take him for walks or he gets hyper.”
“Jen,” he says frowning slightly, “Despite what Mike says, I’m not really a dog.”
“No, it’s just maybe some fresh air will be good for you.” He quickly says hoping that Jared believes him. It’s not really a lie; it’s just that he kinda believes Mike’s theory.
“Can we get ice cream?” Jared asks before jumping up off Jensen’s lap and bouncing a bit on his heels.
“No, no way in hell.” Jensen replies, “No sugar for you. You’re already hyper enough.” Jensen watches as Jared’s face falls, his lips pull into a slight frown, and the bouncing begins to halt. “Jay, quit, please?” he begs. He waits to see if Jared is going to stop with the hurt puppy routine, but when he discovers that he’ll have to spend the time outside not only looking for possible dangers, but he’ll have to do it will a sad Jared. “Fine, Jay, you can have ice cream.”
So that’s how Jensen finds himself, walking down a sidewalk, with a very happy Jared jumping him every five minutes. In one hand, Jared holds a triple chocolate chip ice cream cone, and in the other he holds a very reluctant Jensen’s hand. Jensen for the most part isn’t paying a whole lot of attention to Jared. Instead, he is glancing around their surroundings, taking in the threats that are mere feet away but surprisingly not letting his body betray him by letting Jared know. Jared doesn’t need to know that they are there. As long as Jared doesn’t know, than they shouldn’t know.
“Jen, did I do something wrong?” Jared questions shyly, the ice cream cone still in his hand.
“huh?” Jensen asks, confusion written all over his face.
“You haven’t even looked at me since we left the apartment. So naturally I’m going to assumed I… Holy shit what is that?” his voice finishes shaky as his eyes widen and the ice cream drops from his hand to land on the sidewalk with a wet squish.
“What’s what?” Jensen asks, following Jared’s sight. “Please, tell me you don’t see that.” Jensen whispers, fear breaking into his voice.
“Yo-you can see it?” Jared questions; his eyes still not moving from the sight that has him mesmerized with fear.
“Let’s get back to the apartment.” Jensen suggests, but Jared knows it’s not a request when Jensen begins pulling him behind him. Their slow leisurely walk turning into an almost run.
“What the hell is going on?” Jared questions, terror still dripping from his voice.
“I’ll tell you when we get back.” Jensen replies quickly, “Now come on.” He says pulling on Jared. Jared starts moving again not even knowing he had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, where more of those things were strolling around. God, he hoped this was a dream.
“Mike!” Jensen yells out as he pushing Jared in through the door, before he quickly turns around and begins locking it, even though he knows it’ll do no good if they know about Jared.
“What is it?” Mike comes running in from the kitchen, worry etched in his face and voice.
“Jared knows.” Jensen says as he begins checking windows.
“What the hell were those things?!” Jared yells out in frustration when Jensen continues checking windows, and Mike stands in the middle of the room in silence.
“Half-breeds.” Jensen answers but doesn’t stop peering through every window before moving onto the next, eventually making his way to the hall and the rooms to check windows in the back also.
Jared looks at Mike, realizes quickly that getting blood from a stone would be easier than getting his friend to talk at the moment. So instead, he follows Jensen through the apartment. “What the fuck is a half-breed?” He questions, voice a little more even when he reaches his bedroom and sees Jensen sitting on the bed, his head resting between his hands, his back curled over in defeat.
“Hell’s version of humans.” He replies, not looking up.
“Hell, as in fire and brimstone?”
“And sulfur, yeah.” Jensen says finally raising his head and looking at Jensen.
“There are no Russians, is there?” Jared said walking a little closer.
“I’m sure some look like Russians, but no, no Russians, just Hell’s attempt to piss me off.”
“Jensen,” Jared replies now standing beside him, “you’re not crazy are you?”
“No.” Jensen says with a bitter laugh, “You don’t have to believe me, but you saw them, and they know you saw them.”
“So?” Jared asks.
“People can’t see them; it’s your power that allows you to see them.” Jensen states as he raises his hand, clasps Jared’s and pulls him down to him.
“Then how can you see them?” Jared asks quietly.
“Because he was a Neutral.” Mike says, startling Jared.
“You’ve known about this?” Jared asks, fury pouring from his body as he stares dumbstruck at his friend, the person that supposably had his back all this time.
“He knew too!” Mike replies his voice a little higher than it was as he points to Jensen.
“But I haven’t known him for over two years!” Jared throws back.
“Jay, I’m sorry.” Mike says guiltily. “I was trying to protect you.”
“So you’re a Neutral too?”
“More or less.” Mike comments in a way to tell Jared he won’t get another answer from him.
Turning his attention back to Jensen and hoping Mike gets the point to not talk to him for awhile, he begins to question what Mike told him. “What did he mean you were a Neutral?”
“Just what it sounds like.” Jensen answers defensively. He looks up to see a sad look on Jared’s face before he continues, “I’m sorry Jare. It means I left. I didn’t like watching innocent people die, and not being allowed to do anything unless the balance was upset.”
“So Jensen became a Rogue Neutral.” Mike butts in again smiling.
“That’s not a technical term, but yeah, that’s basically what I am.” Jensen replies, squeezing Jared’s hand gently, “Apparently I deported too many half-breeds back to hell, upsetting the balance so that the good side had more power.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Jared asks while stroking Jensen’s hand in circles with his thumb.
“You would think.” Mike replies for Jensen, “But everything needs to be as balanced as possible. Think about a scale filled with marbles. If one side tips too far, both sides will lose its balance and topple apart.”
Jared goes to ask another question, but before he can get it out, he hears glass breaking and wood splitting. “What was that?” he asks glancing over at Jensen when his hand is squeezed harder.
“Stay here.” Jensen commands before running, with Mike, towards the living room.
“Fuck.” Mike whispers, seeing the half-breeds entering from broken windows and the front door that now hangs in splinters, the hinges completely tore from the door frame.
“Mike?” Jensen questions, looking behind them to make sure Jared hadn’t followed.
“Yeah, man, I’ll handle it. Just get Jared out of here and keep him safe. I’ll catch up.” Mike doesn’t even watch as Jensen runs back to the bedroom, to get Jared and disappear.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” He moans out when once again Jared is attaching himself to Jensen’s lips after straddling his legs and leaning forward. Jensen likes the kid, he really does, but he also likes his personal space, and being able to breathe, which Jared doesn’t believe in. “Hey, Jared.” He whispers, trying to move backwards, and not really succeeding due to the couch he was sitting on. “Wanna go for a walk?”
Part Six
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,424
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warnings: Violence, Extended Warnings
Notes: About half an hour ago. The phrase "black as night. red as cherries." interrupted me when I was thinking about what would happen in "Dark Intentions". This is a result a simple phrase being pulled from my mind.
Summary: Jared Padalecki meets the cool and tough bike rider, Jensen Ackles, strangely enough in the library. They go from being strangers, to friends, to lovers. Now, can they both escape the half-breeds that threaten Jared?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| | Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| |Part 6| | Part 7| | Part 8| | Part 9|
Its two days after Jensen made Jared promise not to leave the apartment by the use of kissing, but at the moment Jensen has begun thinking that that had been a bad compromise. Not only is his lips chapped and Mike’s laughter starting to grate on his nerves, but now he has six foot four inches of one Jared Padalecki bouncing around the walls.
“Seriously Mike, what the hell did you give him?” Jensen asks looking suspiciously at the bald man.
“Absolutely nothing.” Mike groans out; he’s laughter starting to nag at the muscles in his stomach and sides. He’s come to realize that laughing for nearly two days straight because Jared would attack Jensen with his lips making the shorter man flail around, and look around corners for Jared before walking into a room, wasn’t the greatest way to spend his time. “Jared’s like an overgrown puppy, you have to take him for walks or he gets hyper.”
“Jen,” he says frowning slightly, “Despite what Mike says, I’m not really a dog.”
“No, it’s just maybe some fresh air will be good for you.” He quickly says hoping that Jared believes him. It’s not really a lie; it’s just that he kinda believes Mike’s theory.
“Can we get ice cream?” Jared asks before jumping up off Jensen’s lap and bouncing a bit on his heels.
“No, no way in hell.” Jensen replies, “No sugar for you. You’re already hyper enough.” Jensen watches as Jared’s face falls, his lips pull into a slight frown, and the bouncing begins to halt. “Jay, quit, please?” he begs. He waits to see if Jared is going to stop with the hurt puppy routine, but when he discovers that he’ll have to spend the time outside not only looking for possible dangers, but he’ll have to do it will a sad Jared. “Fine, Jay, you can have ice cream.”
So that’s how Jensen finds himself, walking down a sidewalk, with a very happy Jared jumping him every five minutes. In one hand, Jared holds a triple chocolate chip ice cream cone, and in the other he holds a very reluctant Jensen’s hand. Jensen for the most part isn’t paying a whole lot of attention to Jared. Instead, he is glancing around their surroundings, taking in the threats that are mere feet away but surprisingly not letting his body betray him by letting Jared know. Jared doesn’t need to know that they are there. As long as Jared doesn’t know, than they shouldn’t know.
“Jen, did I do something wrong?” Jared questions shyly, the ice cream cone still in his hand.
“huh?” Jensen asks, confusion written all over his face.
“You haven’t even looked at me since we left the apartment. So naturally I’m going to assumed I… Holy shit what is that?” his voice finishes shaky as his eyes widen and the ice cream drops from his hand to land on the sidewalk with a wet squish.
“What’s what?” Jensen asks, following Jared’s sight. “Please, tell me you don’t see that.” Jensen whispers, fear breaking into his voice.
“Yo-you can see it?” Jared questions; his eyes still not moving from the sight that has him mesmerized with fear.
“Let’s get back to the apartment.” Jensen suggests, but Jared knows it’s not a request when Jensen begins pulling him behind him. Their slow leisurely walk turning into an almost run.
“What the hell is going on?” Jared questions, terror still dripping from his voice.
“I’ll tell you when we get back.” Jensen replies quickly, “Now come on.” He says pulling on Jared. Jared starts moving again not even knowing he had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, where more of those things were strolling around. God, he hoped this was a dream.
“Mike!” Jensen yells out as he pushing Jared in through the door, before he quickly turns around and begins locking it, even though he knows it’ll do no good if they know about Jared.
“What is it?” Mike comes running in from the kitchen, worry etched in his face and voice.
“Jared knows.” Jensen says as he begins checking windows.
“What the hell were those things?!” Jared yells out in frustration when Jensen continues checking windows, and Mike stands in the middle of the room in silence.
“Half-breeds.” Jensen answers but doesn’t stop peering through every window before moving onto the next, eventually making his way to the hall and the rooms to check windows in the back also.
Jared looks at Mike, realizes quickly that getting blood from a stone would be easier than getting his friend to talk at the moment. So instead, he follows Jensen through the apartment. “What the fuck is a half-breed?” He questions, voice a little more even when he reaches his bedroom and sees Jensen sitting on the bed, his head resting between his hands, his back curled over in defeat.
“Hell’s version of humans.” He replies, not looking up.
“Hell, as in fire and brimstone?”
“And sulfur, yeah.” Jensen says finally raising his head and looking at Jensen.
“There are no Russians, is there?” Jared said walking a little closer.
“I’m sure some look like Russians, but no, no Russians, just Hell’s attempt to piss me off.”
“Jensen,” Jared replies now standing beside him, “you’re not crazy are you?”
“No.” Jensen says with a bitter laugh, “You don’t have to believe me, but you saw them, and they know you saw them.”
“So?” Jared asks.
“People can’t see them; it’s your power that allows you to see them.” Jensen states as he raises his hand, clasps Jared’s and pulls him down to him.
“Then how can you see them?” Jared asks quietly.
“Because he was a Neutral.” Mike says, startling Jared.
“You’ve known about this?” Jared asks, fury pouring from his body as he stares dumbstruck at his friend, the person that supposably had his back all this time.
“He knew too!” Mike replies his voice a little higher than it was as he points to Jensen.
“But I haven’t known him for over two years!” Jared throws back.
“Jay, I’m sorry.” Mike says guiltily. “I was trying to protect you.”
“So you’re a Neutral too?”
“More or less.” Mike comments in a way to tell Jared he won’t get another answer from him.
Turning his attention back to Jensen and hoping Mike gets the point to not talk to him for awhile, he begins to question what Mike told him. “What did he mean you were a Neutral?”
“Just what it sounds like.” Jensen answers defensively. He looks up to see a sad look on Jared’s face before he continues, “I’m sorry Jare. It means I left. I didn’t like watching innocent people die, and not being allowed to do anything unless the balance was upset.”
“So Jensen became a Rogue Neutral.” Mike butts in again smiling.
“That’s not a technical term, but yeah, that’s basically what I am.” Jensen replies, squeezing Jared’s hand gently, “Apparently I deported too many half-breeds back to hell, upsetting the balance so that the good side had more power.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Jared asks while stroking Jensen’s hand in circles with his thumb.
“You would think.” Mike replies for Jensen, “But everything needs to be as balanced as possible. Think about a scale filled with marbles. If one side tips too far, both sides will lose its balance and topple apart.”
Jared goes to ask another question, but before he can get it out, he hears glass breaking and wood splitting. “What was that?” he asks glancing over at Jensen when his hand is squeezed harder.
“Stay here.” Jensen commands before running, with Mike, towards the living room.
“Fuck.” Mike whispers, seeing the half-breeds entering from broken windows and the front door that now hangs in splinters, the hinges completely tore from the door frame.
“Mike?” Jensen questions, looking behind them to make sure Jared hadn’t followed.
“Yeah, man, I’ll handle it. Just get Jared out of here and keep him safe. I’ll catch up.” Mike doesn’t even watch as Jensen runs back to the bedroom, to get Jared and disappear.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” He moans out when once again Jared is attaching himself to Jensen’s lips after straddling his legs and leaning forward. Jensen likes the kid, he really does, but he also likes his personal space, and being able to breathe, which Jared doesn’t believe in. “Hey, Jared.” He whispers, trying to move backwards, and not really succeeding due to the couch he was sitting on. “Wanna go for a walk?”