Fic: Snatched (Part 3)
Too many minutes are passing. Jared can’t wait anymore.
"Come on! Where are some answers? What the fuck!?" he roars.
"We're working on the plate and face, but it's going to take a little bit. Let's think in another direction. Does someone have a beef with Foreplay? Anyone pissed at you personally, Jared?" Tom asks.
"Fuck if I know." Jared paces in his office, where they have decamped to.
"Bring Christian in," suggests Chad. "Maybe he's seen something outside, disgruntled customer, obsessed fan."
Jared nods, and Chad pages Christian. A few more tense moments pass as they wait for the bouncer to arrive.
"Sir," says Christian upon entering. "What can I help you with?"
Tom says, "Christian, Jensen has been kidnapped." Jared is impressed that Christian's impassive face hardly registers his shock--only the widening of his eyes displays his surprise.
"What can I do?" he asks.
"Have there been any problems at the entrance lately? Anyone irate, pissed off, whatever? No matter how trivial it might be, tell us." Tom is ready with a pen and notepad.
Christian nods. "Sure. Yeah, we just had one the other day. Yesterday, I mean. That blowhard, Kurt Fuller. He threw a hissy because he was a regular and now he can't get in. Pulled the whole 'Jared is a personal friend' line."
Jared shouts, "That's it! Fuller! He had Jensen on Jensen's first night here, went nuts over him! I banned him, I wasn't going to have him--" He broke off, but they all knew what he was saying. “Dammit, Christian even texted me about it, but I didn’t think any more of it.”
“No one would have, bro. Don’t beat yourself up over this.” Tom places a steadying hand on Jared’s shoulder.
"Tom, with me. Chad, stay. Text Tom the address ASAP." Jared barks the orders.
Christian says, "Take me." Jared looks at the solid muscle that is Christian Kane and nods.
Jared's out the door with Tom and Christian on his heels, while Chad runs the search for Fuller's address.
Tom, Jared, and Christian have barely reached Jared's SUV when the text with the address arrives from Chad. Tom pushes Jared aside and takes the driver's seat. Before Jared can even protest, Tom looks him dead in the eye and says, "We want to get there in one piece, and without killing anyone en route."
Jared can't argue with that. He and Christian pile in. Tom pulls a small pistol out before he starts driving.
"I should have gotten my gun," Jared growls.
"I got you covered," says Christian, and pulls out a Glock from his jacket. He hands it to Jared.
"But now you're unarmed."
Christian smiles. Jared doesn't think he's ever seen that before. It's kinda chilling.
"I got a spare," says Christian. He reaches for his ankle and brings out a Ruger SR40c. Jared grins.
"I like you."
Thankfully, Fuller doesn't live too far. Even the ten minutes at 60mph on city streets to get there feels too long for Jared though. His mind is playing one horrible picture after another. By the time they arrive at Fuller's, Jared is prepared for Jensen to be dead.
If he is, then Fuller will be too.
Tom pulls into the driveway and slams the SUV into park. The three men jump out and split up. Jared takes the front, Tom the side, and Christian the back. Jared goes in first.
"Fuller!" he shouts as he kicks the door in.
Soon as they hear Jared shout, Tom and Christian kick in their doors. The living room and kitchen are empty, but they can hear Kurt groaning loudly. They exchange a look and race for the bedroom, guns ready.
It's an ugly sight that greets them. Kurt is riding Jensen like the mechanical bull in Urban Cowboy. Jensen is keening under Kurt's substantial weight landing on him, limbs straining where they are tied to the bedposts. Kurt's stiff dick bounces with every lurch of his body, and no sooner do they all burst in when it spurts white over Jensen's belly.
Kurt is still mewling in the throes of his orgasm when Jared grabs him, lifting him as much as he can while still pulling him off Jensen. Jared doesn't want to hurt Jensen any more than necessary, but his main concern is getting that pig off him and getting Jensen free. Tom and Christian are already cutting the bindings that restrain Jensen, who screams at the pain of restored blood flow. Christian grabs a blanket off the floor and throws it over Jensen's naked body. Jared's grateful for that consideration. Jensen's been through enough, he doesn't have to lie there exposed and dirtied.
Jared punches Kurt in the face, smiling evilly when his nose spurts blood. Another punch to Kurt's solar plexus and Kurt flails as he gasps for air. A final blow lands in Kurt's flabby belly, doubling him up. Jared drops an elbow into the center of Kurt’s back, dropping him to the floor like a stone. Jared pins him there with a foot on Kurt's neck.
"Move, I dare you," Jared snarls, and Kurt wets himself as he cries in fear; the spot, stinking acridly of urine, spreading beneath him. Looking up from his prey, Jared makes eye contact with Jensen. The pain on Jensen's face lifts enough to show his relief at seeing Jared before he passes out.
Tom is on his phone calling an ambulance, giving them the address and telling them to make sure police come as well as medical aid. Jared wants to take Jensen home right now, but he acknowledges that Jensen needs more medical care than can be provided there. Jared releases Kurt's neck as Christian takes over keeping guard. Christian rolls Kurt onto his back and stands over him with a gun aimed at his forehead, while Jared moves over to sit on the bed next to Jensen's head.
"I'm so sorry, baby. We came as soon as we knew," murmurs Jared, stroking Jensen's sweaty hair. Jensen looks exhausted; he's pale and feverish, his eyes darting around under his closed lids. Jared says softly, "I got you, you're going to be okay. I'm going to take the best care of you, all right?" He leans over to kiss Jensen's forehead. Jared can't decide if he wants to kill Kurt right the fuck now or cry at Jensen's wounded state.
Sirens announce the ambulance's arrival, and Tom goes to lead them in. The EMTs come in first, pushing past Tom and Christian, ignoring the man on the floor once Tom points to the bed as the emergency. They're busy taking Jensen's vitals, asking Jared questions as they prepare to transport Jensen. Jared is somewhat reassured by their matter-of-fact handling of the horrid situation, and admires how they can still convey a caring attitude at the same time. He feels better about letting Jensen go, but he'll be right behind the ambulance all the way.
"Go on," says Tom. "We'll take care of this." He nudges Kurt in the ribs, perhaps a little harder than necessary. Jared approves.
Jensen lies in a bed, but he doesn't know where he is. He's not being forced to fuck Kurt anymore, so wherever he is, it's an improvement. He doesn't dare open his eyes yet.
There's pain, so he categorizes it. Wrists and ankles, fuck. Stinging, sharp pain there. That could be about the worst of it? Well, his chest hurts. To be specific, his nips hurt like whoa. He grimaces as he recalls the pinches, bites, and clamps. Yeah. He almost thinks they should hurt more than they do, but he's not knocking that. He doesn't really want to think about his genitals, but they don't feel too bad. His balls are achy, and his dick feels chafed, but everything seems intact.
When he dares to move slightly, he realizes there's an IV in his arm, and now he can feel the cool drip entering his veins. Hospital then. Once that settles into his brain, he hears the soft beeps, the shuffle of feet and murmur of voices in the corridor. The smell of antiseptic and bleached linens have thankfully replaced the odor of Kurt and sex. A blanket swathes him as he lies on the slightly inclined hospital bed.
It's over. He's safe.
Jensen goes ahead and opens his eyes then. He hadn't wanted to betray his return to consciousness if Kurt was still around, but he doesn't think Kurt would ever have taken him to the hospital.
He sees Jared.
Jared's asleep in a recliner by Jensen's bed, his clothes and hair uncustomarily rumpled. That tells Jensen that Jared's been there a while. Despite that, he still looks fantastic to Jensen. Jared's dark hair conceals half of his face, and his mouth is just a little open as he breathes. His suit coat is gone, but he's still in yesterday's button-down and dress slacks. Clearly he hasn't changed since the club last night. A wrapper with a half-eaten burger sits on a table next to him, and there's at least three coffee cups and an empty water bottle standing around.
Jensen scopes out the room. Standard hospital pastels on the walls, although he seems to be in a single, so that's good. He does indeed have an IV in, and he's got a stand with three bags feeding into him simultaneously through the port. His wrists are bandaged, and he can feel similar bandages on his ankles. Something pulls a little on his chest, and Jensen peeks inside his gown to see a couple of bandages on his chest. He can't help wondering what the doctors must have thought when they saw how abused his nipples were.
Seeing the bandages brings the recollection of being bound, and he starts to panic. Sweat breaks out all over him; tears spring to his eyes, and he can't restrain a whimper. It's loud enough to wake Jared, who immediately moves to comfort Jensen, stroking his hair and speaking softly.
"It's okay. You're safe. He's in jail and he can't hurt you anymore." Jared's fingertips caress Jensen's cheek. "Do you want anything?"
Jensen nods. "Water," he croaks out.
Jared brings a cup to him, carefully placing the straw between Jensen’s lips and giving him tiny sips. The cool liquid feels amazing on his parched throat. He sighs with relief at both the water and Jared's presence.
"I'll tell you anything you want to know when you're ready to hear it." Jared's face is sorrowful as he looks at Jensen, but all Jensen can think is how beautiful he is. "I wish we had gotten there sooner. I'm so, so sorry."
Jensen shakes his head and waves his hand to show Jared that he doesn't need to apologize. He saved Jensen and that is all that matters; otherwise, it's a strong possibility that Jensen might not be here at all.
"How?" Jensen whispers. Jared understands his question.
"Fuller had someone else enter the club. His thug sneaked back and waited for you in the employee men's room. When you came in, he chloroformed you and got you out the back exit. We found him on the security tapes as soon as we knew you were missing." Jared gives a wry little laugh. "Everyone knows what a stickler you are for being on time. Adela came and asked about you--you two were supposed to dance in the cage together. She knew something had to be wrong when you weren't there. We got Christian into the office and asked about dust-ups at the front door, and he told us that Fuller had made a fuss about being banned the other day. That finished the whole equation."
Jensen manages a little smile. "Good girl. Give...?"
"Oh yeah, she's got a big bonus coming her way. God, if she hadn't--" Jared's eyes fill with tears. "I was so scared, baby. And then Kurt--what he did to you--"
Jensen's muscles tense as the images pop up in his head. Kurt naked, Kurt toying with him, Kurt biting him. Kurt's hollering as he rode Jensen, using him like a living bucking, fucking machine. He tries to stifle himself, but a sob breaks free.
"Oh fuck, Jesus, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have--baby, I promise. He's gone. You're safe." Jared's crying too. He brings his forehead to Jensen's and cups his face tenderly with one large, gentle hand.
Jensen nods, but can't stop crying. A nurse comes in, presumably alerted by the monitor's reaction to Jensen's distress.
"Mr. Padalecki, we're going to give him a little sedative, help him calm down and get some more rest, all right? You can still stay with him, but he needs to get some sleep."
"Sure, of course," Jared answers, and moves to let the nurse in next to Jensen. She gives Jensen a shot in his IV port, and within a few minutes, he's falling asleep.
As he drifts off, he hears the nurse say, "Mr. Padalecki, the doctor needs to discuss the psychological effects with you and with Mr. Ackles. This kind of attack--"
"Yeah, I understand. Anything he needs, understand? Anything.."