Alligator Man - Take 2
And here, after a bit of a delay, is the rest of Alligator Man. Sorry for being so slow. I've never been one of those writers who can dash off thousands of words at a moments notice. I really envy them. Now I'm back to work on the wips. Poor wips. So neglected. *pets them*
This is dedicated to the lovely mini_moue
They strode into the building shoulder to shoulder just like they always did, black suits and cobalt shirts, drawing shocked stares as they moved across the lobby, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. Jared gave a small hum of caution as their footsteps echoed firmly. The hair on the back of Jensen’s neck prickled at the warning, waiting for the first of the gorillas to rush in and try to stop them. But nobody moved. Not Kane, not Rosenbaum. Not even Beaver. Nobody. All of them frozen where they stood at the appearance of a ghost.
“Think they’re gonna let us do it?” Jensen hissed from between compressed lips. The words were low enough that only Jared could hear them.
He got a quick lift of the chin in answer, Jared’s heated eyes swinging his way. “You’ve been gone a long time, babe, and they know I went after you. Just keep walking. We’ll get there.”
The elevators loomed in front of them. Collins suddenly broke from the pack calling Jared’s name. They ignored him, stepping smoothly inside, the doors sliding shut on his stunned face and outstretched hand.
“Your new boyfriend?” Jensen snarled. He meant it as a joke, but it didn’t come across that way. Collins was an out and out wack job, had been stalking Jared, trying to seduce him for months before Jensen left. The schitzo was as liable to put a bullet in your brain as sit you down and show you the latest Yoga moves. “Slut,” Jensen added at the guilty look on Jared’s face.
“Whatever. You left me. I wasn’t a monk.”
“Ha!”
“And you were a nun, I suppose?”
There were a couple of thrown elbows, a tussle with punches in the offing before Jared got Jensen by the throat and pinned him to the elevator wall, sunglasses crunching under their feet. They glared hotly at each other. Then they were kissing; open mouthed, full of tongue and spit and desperation. Jensen clamped his palm over the hard bulge in Jared’s pants, massaging him with serious intent. Jared’s response, a thigh pressed into Jensen’s balls giving him something to ride, nearly finished him off. Jesus.
Jensen tried to remember why exactly this was a bad fucking idea, rubbing his erection in feverish nudges on Jared’s, wrenching the shaggy head down to kiss him again. The bell took that opportunity to chime softly for the penthouse floor, slapping rational thought back into Jensen’s head. They stumbled apart swiftly, straightening rumpled clothing.
“Jerk,” Jared hissed, tucking in his shirttail.
“Fucking bitch,” Jensen volleyed back, running an unsteady hand through his sexed up hair.
The old routine of insults made them both grin. Things were still tenuous, not nearly mended between them after seriously trying to kill each other, but it felt like they’d get there now, and that right there put the bounce back in Jensen’s step. He wiped at his mouth with the sleeve of his suit coat, savoring the taste, throwing Jared a seductive smirk.
“We’ll take this up later.”
“You can bet on it,” Jared answered, cat eyes gleaming under a fringe of messy bangs..
The elevator doors slid silently open to reveal the penthouse foyer manned by a couple of thugs Jensen didn’t recognize. They looked surprised at the unexpected arrivals, twin frowns knitting quickly across their faces.
“Frick and Frack?” Jensen queried. He looked to Jared with a arched eyebrow.
“Yeah, something like that.”
Jared already had his gun out. The blunt-nosed silencer popped two soft snicks into the tiled entryway. The opposition went down with quiet grunts, red spattering across the expensive wallpaper. Jensen frisked them quickly for their weapons, keeping one and tossing the other to Jared. They didn’t have much time before the posse would arrive. Jensen recognized the promise of murder in Collins’ cold stare and knew he’d be close on their heels..
“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this crazy shit,” Jensen groused. “I was leading a life of peaceful retirement till you showed up and fucked up my happy. Now we’re both gonna die.” The muttering made him feel a little better as he strode to the door of the suite.
“Christ. Are we doing this again?” Jared glared at him. “Or are we doing this? It’s him or you, lover. Besides, I kinda like the poetic justice. Disposing of the body in the sewer access tunnels under the building is a brilliant idea, if I do say so myself.” Jared flashed his pearly whites as he moved up beside Jensen. “Seems kind of fitting. Me being the Alligator Man and all. We feed him to the fishes---well, rats anyway-and the pet crocs that live down there.”
Frowning, Jensen closed his hand around the intricately molded brass handle, turning it quietly. “Dude, they’re gators. Crocs live in Egypt or someplace.”
Jeff was at his desk working when they slipped inside. Though his head was down, he seemed to sense them, and looked up with a bemused expression at the sight of Jensen with Jared beside him, two tall figures suitably clothed in Death hues. Except for the splash of color.
“You always did have a sense of humor, kid.” Jeff indicated the bright shirts. “Jared, now. He hasn’t done so great without you. All grumpy. And he tends to get too elaborate with his assignments-like this one.” Jeff smiled at them pleasantly. “You were suppose to kill him, idiot. Not bring him home for a family reunion.”
“Oh. Must have got it wrong then.” Jared ghosted around Jensen to lean over the desk, the force of his anger radiating in nearly visible waves. “Or just maybe, things have changed, old pal.”
Jensen turned the lock on the door, listening to the exchange with only half an ear. Through the muffling thickness of the wood, he could hear the elevator announce its arrived. The gravel of Kane’s voice rose over the ensuing commotion.
“Boss, we’re here. Hang on.”
The door began to tremble under a concerted assault. Jensen backed away calmly, flicking a glance at Jared. “Better hurry it up.”
“You do the honors. It was your head he was after.”
“Boys. Boys. You’ve got me all wrong. I’ve been a damned father to you. You can’t just whack me like this.”
Jeff’s hand appeared from below the level of the desk. The barrel of the Glock he was holding swung back and forth as though undecided which of his “sons” to kill first. Jensen didn’t wait for “Daddy” to make up his mind. He shot him once, the entry wound dead center between the eyes. Jared’s bullet drilled a second neat hole right beside it. They were gone before Kane and Collins got past the door.
++++++++++++++++
The day was all the best of summer rolled into one ball of lemon sunshine and caressingly warm breezes. Jared sat in the stern of the Wendigo, his feet propped up on the railing, a straw hat shading his eyes. His bare legs, beginning to tan a perfect caramel brown, were stretched out in a lazy sprawl. The long lines of his body, the way the musculature rounded exquisitely, the casual grace of bone and sinew put together by some mysterious hand, never failed to hit Jensen where he lived.
He swallowed and his throat went dry as he looked over his shoulder, called a rough-voiced, “You want a beer?” from the helm where he stood, feet braced wide against the buck of the speeding boat. He looped a short noose around one of the wheel spokes, a convenient way to steer on a straight course when he had other, more pressing needs-like now.
The boat was at least ten miles out, cutting patterns of confetti spray high into the air as it zigged and zagged across the deep blue of the bottomless ocean. A fishing rod was braced in Jared’s lap, but his eyes were closed and his mouth slack, breath coming in slow cadence. Jensen leaned down to offer him a cold beer and saw that he was asleep. Moving behind him, he tipped the lip of the chilled bottle against the nape of his neck.
“Take your clothes off, and do it slow. Don’t want any surprises.”
Jared only jerked a little, moving smoothly from partial sleep to full alertness. His feet dropped heavily to the deck. “I wondered how long it would take you,” he grumbled in a disheartened voice. “Shit, Jensen. Do we have to do this again? You gonna make me swim for it? I’ll do it, you know, and this time I will kill you.”
Jensen blinked, realizing Jared’s mistake. He was reading the cold against his skin as the kiss of a gun barrel. Barely suppressed amusement welled in Jensen’s belly. The rough humor could get him killed, but then they’d never been about taking the safe way out.
“What makes you think I won’t put a bullet in your brain this time, ole pal of mine?” The beer bottle nudged the top of Jared’s spine gently. “You played real nice helping me get rid of Jeff. Gotta thank you for that one. But you know how I hate loose ends. Come on, big guy. Do like you’re told. Strip. And don’t turn around. I like the ass view just fine.”
“You damn bastard.”
Jared pulled his shirt off over his head, getting tangled in it for a second and cursing colorfully before he threw it with angry vehemence over the side. Jensen watched it float away, a raised eyebrows and a grin in place.
“We’re gonna have to work on the trust issues, dude,” he whispered, nuzzling his lips into Jared’s ear, the soft waves of hair tickling his chin.
Jared froze instantly. The last of Jensen’s restraint snapped and he giggled in delight, wiggling the beer bottle in front of Jared’s eyes to the same rhythm he wiggled his hips, slow and taunting. Jared always was a little challenged when it came to subtleties. Blatant, he got.
“Why you fucking evil wack job. Ima never....”
Jensen shut him up with a kiss, the crook of his elbow wrapped tight around Jared’s throat pulling him back into it. “I never make the same mistake twice, Jay. Not gonna throw you away a second time.”
Jared got the sentiment, though the specifics were garbled, seeing as how he was busy making Jensen naked as a newborn babe. He kicked out of his khaki board shorts and lifted him up with only a little effort. Jared went to the gym. Jared worked out. Fucking Jared could bench press three hundred pounds without breaking much of a sweat.
It made Jensen feel small and almost girly. He didn’t let that stop him from getting a good lock around Jared’s waist, ankles crossed, fingers digging into his shoulders. Jensen hitched himself up a little higher, the pull in his thighs spreading to his balls and hole. When he felt the first sweet burn of penetration, he arched his spine and bared his teeth in a wicked grin.
“You go, baby. Put it right in there.” Jensen couldn’t stop the stupid patter. He always did run off at the mouth when they fucked. “Give me everything you got. Ima eat it up.”
Jared dipped his head to kiss the bob of Jensen’s Adam’s apple. “Now who’s the alligator man?” he laughed.
Jensen proceeded to show him.
This is dedicated to the lovely mini_moue
They strode into the building shoulder to shoulder just like they always did, black suits and cobalt shirts, drawing shocked stares as they moved across the lobby, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. Jared gave a small hum of caution as their footsteps echoed firmly. The hair on the back of Jensen’s neck prickled at the warning, waiting for the first of the gorillas to rush in and try to stop them. But nobody moved. Not Kane, not Rosenbaum. Not even Beaver. Nobody. All of them frozen where they stood at the appearance of a ghost.
“Think they’re gonna let us do it?” Jensen hissed from between compressed lips. The words were low enough that only Jared could hear them.
He got a quick lift of the chin in answer, Jared’s heated eyes swinging his way. “You’ve been gone a long time, babe, and they know I went after you. Just keep walking. We’ll get there.”
The elevators loomed in front of them. Collins suddenly broke from the pack calling Jared’s name. They ignored him, stepping smoothly inside, the doors sliding shut on his stunned face and outstretched hand.
“Your new boyfriend?” Jensen snarled. He meant it as a joke, but it didn’t come across that way. Collins was an out and out wack job, had been stalking Jared, trying to seduce him for months before Jensen left. The schitzo was as liable to put a bullet in your brain as sit you down and show you the latest Yoga moves. “Slut,” Jensen added at the guilty look on Jared’s face.
“Whatever. You left me. I wasn’t a monk.”
“Ha!”
“And you were a nun, I suppose?”
There were a couple of thrown elbows, a tussle with punches in the offing before Jared got Jensen by the throat and pinned him to the elevator wall, sunglasses crunching under their feet. They glared hotly at each other. Then they were kissing; open mouthed, full of tongue and spit and desperation. Jensen clamped his palm over the hard bulge in Jared’s pants, massaging him with serious intent. Jared’s response, a thigh pressed into Jensen’s balls giving him something to ride, nearly finished him off. Jesus.
Jensen tried to remember why exactly this was a bad fucking idea, rubbing his erection in feverish nudges on Jared’s, wrenching the shaggy head down to kiss him again. The bell took that opportunity to chime softly for the penthouse floor, slapping rational thought back into Jensen’s head. They stumbled apart swiftly, straightening rumpled clothing.
“Jerk,” Jared hissed, tucking in his shirttail.
“Fucking bitch,” Jensen volleyed back, running an unsteady hand through his sexed up hair.
The old routine of insults made them both grin. Things were still tenuous, not nearly mended between them after seriously trying to kill each other, but it felt like they’d get there now, and that right there put the bounce back in Jensen’s step. He wiped at his mouth with the sleeve of his suit coat, savoring the taste, throwing Jared a seductive smirk.
“We’ll take this up later.”
“You can bet on it,” Jared answered, cat eyes gleaming under a fringe of messy bangs..
The elevator doors slid silently open to reveal the penthouse foyer manned by a couple of thugs Jensen didn’t recognize. They looked surprised at the unexpected arrivals, twin frowns knitting quickly across their faces.
“Frick and Frack?” Jensen queried. He looked to Jared with a arched eyebrow.
“Yeah, something like that.”
Jared already had his gun out. The blunt-nosed silencer popped two soft snicks into the tiled entryway. The opposition went down with quiet grunts, red spattering across the expensive wallpaper. Jensen frisked them quickly for their weapons, keeping one and tossing the other to Jared. They didn’t have much time before the posse would arrive. Jensen recognized the promise of murder in Collins’ cold stare and knew he’d be close on their heels..
“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this crazy shit,” Jensen groused. “I was leading a life of peaceful retirement till you showed up and fucked up my happy. Now we’re both gonna die.” The muttering made him feel a little better as he strode to the door of the suite.
“Christ. Are we doing this again?” Jared glared at him. “Or are we doing this? It’s him or you, lover. Besides, I kinda like the poetic justice. Disposing of the body in the sewer access tunnels under the building is a brilliant idea, if I do say so myself.” Jared flashed his pearly whites as he moved up beside Jensen. “Seems kind of fitting. Me being the Alligator Man and all. We feed him to the fishes---well, rats anyway-and the pet crocs that live down there.”
Frowning, Jensen closed his hand around the intricately molded brass handle, turning it quietly. “Dude, they’re gators. Crocs live in Egypt or someplace.”
Jeff was at his desk working when they slipped inside. Though his head was down, he seemed to sense them, and looked up with a bemused expression at the sight of Jensen with Jared beside him, two tall figures suitably clothed in Death hues. Except for the splash of color.
“You always did have a sense of humor, kid.” Jeff indicated the bright shirts. “Jared, now. He hasn’t done so great without you. All grumpy. And he tends to get too elaborate with his assignments-like this one.” Jeff smiled at them pleasantly. “You were suppose to kill him, idiot. Not bring him home for a family reunion.”
“Oh. Must have got it wrong then.” Jared ghosted around Jensen to lean over the desk, the force of his anger radiating in nearly visible waves. “Or just maybe, things have changed, old pal.”
Jensen turned the lock on the door, listening to the exchange with only half an ear. Through the muffling thickness of the wood, he could hear the elevator announce its arrived. The gravel of Kane’s voice rose over the ensuing commotion.
“Boss, we’re here. Hang on.”
The door began to tremble under a concerted assault. Jensen backed away calmly, flicking a glance at Jared. “Better hurry it up.”
“You do the honors. It was your head he was after.”
“Boys. Boys. You’ve got me all wrong. I’ve been a damned father to you. You can’t just whack me like this.”
Jeff’s hand appeared from below the level of the desk. The barrel of the Glock he was holding swung back and forth as though undecided which of his “sons” to kill first. Jensen didn’t wait for “Daddy” to make up his mind. He shot him once, the entry wound dead center between the eyes. Jared’s bullet drilled a second neat hole right beside it. They were gone before Kane and Collins got past the door.
++++++++++++++++
The day was all the best of summer rolled into one ball of lemon sunshine and caressingly warm breezes. Jared sat in the stern of the Wendigo, his feet propped up on the railing, a straw hat shading his eyes. His bare legs, beginning to tan a perfect caramel brown, were stretched out in a lazy sprawl. The long lines of his body, the way the musculature rounded exquisitely, the casual grace of bone and sinew put together by some mysterious hand, never failed to hit Jensen where he lived.
He swallowed and his throat went dry as he looked over his shoulder, called a rough-voiced, “You want a beer?” from the helm where he stood, feet braced wide against the buck of the speeding boat. He looped a short noose around one of the wheel spokes, a convenient way to steer on a straight course when he had other, more pressing needs-like now.
The boat was at least ten miles out, cutting patterns of confetti spray high into the air as it zigged and zagged across the deep blue of the bottomless ocean. A fishing rod was braced in Jared’s lap, but his eyes were closed and his mouth slack, breath coming in slow cadence. Jensen leaned down to offer him a cold beer and saw that he was asleep. Moving behind him, he tipped the lip of the chilled bottle against the nape of his neck.
“Take your clothes off, and do it slow. Don’t want any surprises.”
Jared only jerked a little, moving smoothly from partial sleep to full alertness. His feet dropped heavily to the deck. “I wondered how long it would take you,” he grumbled in a disheartened voice. “Shit, Jensen. Do we have to do this again? You gonna make me swim for it? I’ll do it, you know, and this time I will kill you.”
Jensen blinked, realizing Jared’s mistake. He was reading the cold against his skin as the kiss of a gun barrel. Barely suppressed amusement welled in Jensen’s belly. The rough humor could get him killed, but then they’d never been about taking the safe way out.
“What makes you think I won’t put a bullet in your brain this time, ole pal of mine?” The beer bottle nudged the top of Jared’s spine gently. “You played real nice helping me get rid of Jeff. Gotta thank you for that one. But you know how I hate loose ends. Come on, big guy. Do like you’re told. Strip. And don’t turn around. I like the ass view just fine.”
“You damn bastard.”
Jared pulled his shirt off over his head, getting tangled in it for a second and cursing colorfully before he threw it with angry vehemence over the side. Jensen watched it float away, a raised eyebrows and a grin in place.
“We’re gonna have to work on the trust issues, dude,” he whispered, nuzzling his lips into Jared’s ear, the soft waves of hair tickling his chin.
Jared froze instantly. The last of Jensen’s restraint snapped and he giggled in delight, wiggling the beer bottle in front of Jared’s eyes to the same rhythm he wiggled his hips, slow and taunting. Jared always was a little challenged when it came to subtleties. Blatant, he got.
“Why you fucking evil wack job. Ima never....”
Jensen shut him up with a kiss, the crook of his elbow wrapped tight around Jared’s throat pulling him back into it. “I never make the same mistake twice, Jay. Not gonna throw you away a second time.”
Jared got the sentiment, though the specifics were garbled, seeing as how he was busy making Jensen naked as a newborn babe. He kicked out of his khaki board shorts and lifted him up with only a little effort. Jared went to the gym. Jared worked out. Fucking Jared could bench press three hundred pounds without breaking much of a sweat.
It made Jensen feel small and almost girly. He didn’t let that stop him from getting a good lock around Jared’s waist, ankles crossed, fingers digging into his shoulders. Jensen hitched himself up a little higher, the pull in his thighs spreading to his balls and hole. When he felt the first sweet burn of penetration, he arched his spine and bared his teeth in a wicked grin.
“You go, baby. Put it right in there.” Jensen couldn’t stop the stupid patter. He always did run off at the mouth when they fucked. “Give me everything you got. Ima eat it up.”
Jared dipped his head to kiss the bob of Jensen’s Adam’s apple. “Now who’s the alligator man?” he laughed.
Jensen proceeded to show him.