The Cosmic Castaway
Title: The Cosmic Castaway
Part 2
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 914
Rating: nc17
Warnings: It's a slave fic, so dub-con at the least, non-con if you want to be crabby.
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: For sazzy_angel's prompt of: The Cosmic Castaway. Featuring slave!Jensen and captain!Jared.
In an hour’s time, Jensen’s owners were back in his office with a large envelope, “Here are the slave papers, keys, information on housing units, and anything else you may need,” the husband explains to Jared as he handed over the blue envelope. “We will need someone to escort us to the servicing bedroom to pick up his clothes then we can leave.” He hurriedly says, looking over to his wife who faced Jared with a smug grin.
Jared frowns, “And what is he supposed to wear?”
“Not the clothes he came in,” the wife interjects, “All clothes belong to the company, no slave actually owns the clothes they visit in.”
“I’ll have someone shortly,” he growls, “Please wait outside, I really don’t want to look at you,” he mutters, his eyes never leaving the wife.
Jared sighs as he slips his card down the slot, watching as the room door opens up. He has a change of clothes fisted in his right hand, and almost drops them when the room appears empty. He’s close to calling his aunt and having La maison de Soif Company reported when his eyes fall on the door to the bathroom.
Cussing silently, he opens the door and stands shocked at seeing the gorgeous man on his knees, his head bowed. “Those motherfuckers,” he growls under his breath at seeing the man in the bathroom. The knowledge that he was in the small compartment for over an hour angering him more than when his armada was called back to service with only a one day leave. “Stand up,” Jared issues, watching as the man climbs to his feet. He thrust the clothes at the naked man, “Put these on.”
Jensen stares at the old cotton clothes before looking up at Jared.
“You can speak freely,” Jared says, trying to soften his voice. He wasn’t mad at Jensen; there was no need for the man to think so.
“Where are my owners?” he asks meekly, his fingers worrying the soft clothes.
“I’m your owner,” Jared tells him, “I bought you.”
Jensen stares at him in shock. “Many have wanted to own me,” he informs Jensen, “What makes you special?” Jensen blushes and looks down, realizing he just insulted his new owner.
Jared laughs, “I like you,” he admits. He had never met a slave that would have dreamed of speaking like that to a customer let alone an owner. “I have connections those other people didn’t have,” Jared finally answers, trying to keep the thought of just how many people Jensen could have slept with, out of his mind.
Jared stands in the door, keeping it from closing while Jensen dresses. “This way,” he tells Jensen, moving slightly to let the other man through. As the door closes, he moves to the main door and steps out. Jensen stares at the man, not leaving the room, and looking uncomfortable. “What is it?” Jared asks in confusion.
Jensen held up his arms, slowing Jared the bracelets once more. “It’s not permitted that I should roam without the chain.”
Jared digs in his pockets, producing a key. He steps up to Jensen, and gently removes the bracelets. “You’re mine, and I don’t want you wearing these,” he tells Jensen, holding the silver bracelets in his right hand. “Now come on,” he once again commands with more authority then he used before.
Jensen looks at his bare wrists before he bows his head and does as Jared commanded. He steps out of the room, self conscious of the baggy boxers and too large t-shirt that he now wears. He’s used to skin tight clothes or no clothes at all. Having the soft material brushing up against his just showered skin makes him feel out of his element. “Where are we going?” he questions softly, trying not to raise his head, instead watching Jared’s feet in front of him.
“To my quarters,” he simply tells Jensen. The two men don’t talk until Jared slots the card and opens the door to his room.
“Where will you require me to sleep?” Jensen asks. He was used to a cot at the Lust House, and when he was required to stay with a client, he was caged, chained or left to sleep on a floor.
Jared stares at him in disbelief. “The bed?” he asks trying to understand what Jensen is asking of him.
“We will need lube,” Jensen informs him, chewing on his lip as he walks closer to the bed.
“Wait,” Jared issues, striding up to the slave, “I’m not going to fuck you,” he informs Jensen, “not yet at least,” he says with a smile, looking down the other man’s body and realizing that he could have Jensen anytime he wanted. “You will sleep in the bed with me,” he finishes, trying to make Jensen understand.
Jensen nodds his head, “What ever you wish.”
“You’ll have to stay in the room until I inform the crew about you being here. I’ll hopefully get a card for you so you can come and go as you please.” Jared tells the man, watching as Jensen pulls the covers down on the bed before he sets down on the ultra soft sheets.
“That goes against protocol,” Jensen says once more in a low voice, his eyes trained on the beige carpet between his feet.
“Again,” Jared sighs, “You belong to me, and on this ship, what I say to anyone goes.”
“Okay,” Jensen replies, “Okay.”
Part 2
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 914
Rating: nc17
Warnings: It's a slave fic, so dub-con at the least, non-con if you want to be crabby.
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: For sazzy_angel's prompt of: The Cosmic Castaway. Featuring slave!Jensen and captain!Jared.
In an hour’s time, Jensen’s owners were back in his office with a large envelope, “Here are the slave papers, keys, information on housing units, and anything else you may need,” the husband explains to Jared as he handed over the blue envelope. “We will need someone to escort us to the servicing bedroom to pick up his clothes then we can leave.” He hurriedly says, looking over to his wife who faced Jared with a smug grin.
Jared frowns, “And what is he supposed to wear?”
“Not the clothes he came in,” the wife interjects, “All clothes belong to the company, no slave actually owns the clothes they visit in.”
“I’ll have someone shortly,” he growls, “Please wait outside, I really don’t want to look at you,” he mutters, his eyes never leaving the wife.
Jared sighs as he slips his card down the slot, watching as the room door opens up. He has a change of clothes fisted in his right hand, and almost drops them when the room appears empty. He’s close to calling his aunt and having La maison de Soif Company reported when his eyes fall on the door to the bathroom.
Cussing silently, he opens the door and stands shocked at seeing the gorgeous man on his knees, his head bowed. “Those motherfuckers,” he growls under his breath at seeing the man in the bathroom. The knowledge that he was in the small compartment for over an hour angering him more than when his armada was called back to service with only a one day leave. “Stand up,” Jared issues, watching as the man climbs to his feet. He thrust the clothes at the naked man, “Put these on.”
Jensen stares at the old cotton clothes before looking up at Jared.
“You can speak freely,” Jared says, trying to soften his voice. He wasn’t mad at Jensen; there was no need for the man to think so.
“Where are my owners?” he asks meekly, his fingers worrying the soft clothes.
“I’m your owner,” Jared tells him, “I bought you.”
Jensen stares at him in shock. “Many have wanted to own me,” he informs Jensen, “What makes you special?” Jensen blushes and looks down, realizing he just insulted his new owner.
Jared laughs, “I like you,” he admits. He had never met a slave that would have dreamed of speaking like that to a customer let alone an owner. “I have connections those other people didn’t have,” Jared finally answers, trying to keep the thought of just how many people Jensen could have slept with, out of his mind.
Jared stands in the door, keeping it from closing while Jensen dresses. “This way,” he tells Jensen, moving slightly to let the other man through. As the door closes, he moves to the main door and steps out. Jensen stares at the man, not leaving the room, and looking uncomfortable. “What is it?” Jared asks in confusion.
Jensen held up his arms, slowing Jared the bracelets once more. “It’s not permitted that I should roam without the chain.”
Jared digs in his pockets, producing a key. He steps up to Jensen, and gently removes the bracelets. “You’re mine, and I don’t want you wearing these,” he tells Jensen, holding the silver bracelets in his right hand. “Now come on,” he once again commands with more authority then he used before.
Jensen looks at his bare wrists before he bows his head and does as Jared commanded. He steps out of the room, self conscious of the baggy boxers and too large t-shirt that he now wears. He’s used to skin tight clothes or no clothes at all. Having the soft material brushing up against his just showered skin makes him feel out of his element. “Where are we going?” he questions softly, trying not to raise his head, instead watching Jared’s feet in front of him.
“To my quarters,” he simply tells Jensen. The two men don’t talk until Jared slots the card and opens the door to his room.
“Where will you require me to sleep?” Jensen asks. He was used to a cot at the Lust House, and when he was required to stay with a client, he was caged, chained or left to sleep on a floor.
Jared stares at him in disbelief. “The bed?” he asks trying to understand what Jensen is asking of him.
“We will need lube,” Jensen informs him, chewing on his lip as he walks closer to the bed.
“Wait,” Jared issues, striding up to the slave, “I’m not going to fuck you,” he informs Jensen, “not yet at least,” he says with a smile, looking down the other man’s body and realizing that he could have Jensen anytime he wanted. “You will sleep in the bed with me,” he finishes, trying to make Jensen understand.
Jensen nodds his head, “What ever you wish.”
“You’ll have to stay in the room until I inform the crew about you being here. I’ll hopefully get a card for you so you can come and go as you please.” Jared tells the man, watching as Jensen pulls the covers down on the bed before he sets down on the ultra soft sheets.
“That goes against protocol,” Jensen says once more in a low voice, his eyes trained on the beige carpet between his feet.
“Again,” Jared sighs, “You belong to me, and on this ship, what I say to anyone goes.”
“Okay,” Jensen replies, “Okay.”