Third Party Ripoff 3/5
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC17
Words: 4,400/19,400
Warnings: Violence, minor character death, blood, drugs, spies, slash, sexual innuendo and more if I feel like it
Disclaimer: Slavery is bad and I am a liar. The title is actually a La Femme Nikita episode on which inspired this verse to a certain degree, knowledge of the show is completely not necessary though. I just took its feeling.
Summary: Jared Padalecki works covert operations for the CIA. When he is sent to investigate the involvement of a drug cartel in the financing of international terrorism he finds himself in the lion’s den. The only person who seems to be on his side is the scary but very intriguing arms dealer Jensen. But things are not what they seem.
This belongs to the SecretOperations!verse. It’s the first story in the timeline and can therefore be read as a stand-alone fic as well. Those who have not yet read Mandatory Refusal should do so AFTER having read this, to keep the surprises coming.
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“So this was it? Mission accomplished?” Jared eyed the package Jensen was carrying suspiciously. It was a lot of drugs, but it didn’t help him at all in his case.
“Well, this was the taster. If they liked what we gave them, your people like what they gave us, and every party decides that the price is good, we will start the big transactions.”
“THAT was a taster?” Jared’s eyebrow rose. Holy shit, he just had to imagine the amount of guns those people wanted to acquire. They probably wanted a lot more than the odd rifle.
“You’re running with the big dogs now, Jay. We are fighting over big bones.”
Jared nodded. “So, I’ll take this to my people and see if it has the quality we were promised?” Jared motioned for the package.
Jensen’s eyes scrutinized him for a long moment. “Yeah… if you try anything stupid, you’re dead and maybe it’s not even me who’ll put you down.” It wasn’t a thread but a calm statement of facts, which was a lot more scary.
“I know. I’m not that stupid.”
“Good.” Jensen handed him the package, dropping the serious persona like a cheap outfit to bring back the wicked half smile. “Run along then, kid. Momma’s waiting.”
Jared nodded and made to get out of the car that had picked them up at the airfield their 'copter had landed on. A hand on his elbow made him look back around. The kiss was unexpected but not at all uncomfortable. Jensen smelled like soap, the ground he had laid on and a little sweat. His lips were a little dry, and the scratch of his designer stubble tickled Jared’s chin. It was hot as hell, even though it only took a second. One hard press of lips, not gentle and not hesitant, before Jensen pulled back again already, tongue darting out to trail over Jared’s bottom lip while they broke apart.
Jared was stunned into silence. Jensen’s grin was wicked an predatory making Jared’s stomach tighten. “I never let anybody get away without a kiss on a first date.”
Eyebrows disappeared behind Jared’s fringe. “You call this a date?”
“You and I, alone in a car for hours… you offered to take off your pants, you showed me some skin, and then there was some shooting. Yeah, definitely a date.”
Jared couldn’t help chuckling. “If you say so.”
Jensen licked his lips nodding. “I do… and since you didn’t just freak out completely, I take that as a yes to the unasked question. This will be fun.” He smacked his lips as if to taste something. “Too bad my tongue is still numb from that taster I got.” Jared couldn’t think of any witty answer, before Jensen reached across him to push open the door and push Jared out. “Keep that cell phone on you.”
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“So this was only the beginning of a bigger operation?”
Jared nodded, even though his handler could not see it. “Yes, it seems that they are looking for a permanent trade on a pretty large scale.”
“Can you get onto the bottom of this?”
“I think so. They need Jensen to keep the gun shipments coming, and I think he took a liking to me.” He shifted the phone to his other ear as he booted up the computer.
“Do you think you can use that?” He wouldn’t be ordered right out to sleep with the man, Jared knew that. But he also knew that nobody would spare a second thought for it if he did. This game he was playing was a dangerous one, and the best way to stay alive and on top of things was to have someone at his back. Jensen offered him a quick rise in the organization as well as someone to look out on his behalf. He would be stupid to not play along to a certain degree. It didn’t mean that he would definitely sleep with the man - if that was what he wanted although it seemed pretty clear. It would be dangerous on a whole different level, because Jared could not get too attached. He’d play the game and see where he ended up. It was the smart thing to do.
“Definitely.” The side of his mouth quirked up in a grin. Usually he had to flirt with women to get the job done. It was easy enough, since he could appreciate a beautiful woman, even if they weren’t exactly his cup of tea. But this time it seemed to come in handy that he personally would prefer Jensen to Lauren Cohan. “Did you find anything about him that I should know?”
Everybody had a history. The trick was finding it. If one dug deep enough, things could be found on everybody, even if it were just a really bad reputation backed up with a few colorful anecdotes.
“His name is Olaf Jenson, born in a precinct of Stockholm. His family moved to the US when he was a teenager. The father had a trading company. Both parents died in a car crash a few years later that didn’t look like an accident. Sixteen year old Olaf disappeared off the radar, until he re-emerged in Johannesburg several years later under the name of Jensen. He popped up all around the world for a few years trading in everything that was hard to get or hard to ship. He seemed to use old contacts of his father’s to get into business. He’s an arms dealer, but if the price is right he'll trade with anything. From all we could gather he has a good head for business, but he’s a real hardass who doesn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.”
Jared nodded, filing everything away for later use. He agreed with the last statement and was relieved that Jensen liked him. It made his life a lot easier and maybe would add a few years to it. But if his first name really was Olaf Jared understood completely why Jensen took on a variation of his last name as a pseudonym instead. He didn’t look like an Olaf. But then he didn’t have a Swedish accent either, just the neutral, indistinct English of a person who'd never settled down enough to take on a regional dialect. But then Jared had put his Texan twang into a box as well, and he would bring it back out again only when he was Jared Padalecki, not agent Padalecki, or Jay, the drug dealer.
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It didn’t take more than two days for Jared’s new work phone to ring. He had to contact Jensen and set up a meeting with him to discuss the exchange rates of money, guns and drugs with Jared’s bosses. Obviously Jared had assumed an intermediate position as the contact for Jensen. Maybe that was because the other ‘employees’ were wary of dealing with the guy who shot the last negotiator in the head. They had a valid point.
Jared had strict instructions when he went to the meeting point to bring Jensen to the negotiations. This time it was Jared in the driver’s seat, and he took a moment to revel in the switched positions. The arms dealer looked a lot like he had the first time they met, leather jacket covering the guns he'd surely brought.
“I need to pat you down.” Jared couldn’t help the grin that tugged on his lips when he informed Jensen of how things were going to work.
An eyebrow rose, but Jensen spread his arms in invitation. “Two guns in the shoulder holster and one in the boot.”
Jared nodded, removing the weapons and proceeding to thoroughly search the other man. It was only partly his revenge for their first meeting. He was looking for more than just guns after all. When his hand snaked inside Jensen’s jeans pocket the man let out a deep chuckle.
“You know, Jay. I think I enjoy this a lot more than I should.”
The taller man only shook his head before nodding at Jensen in an ‘all clear’ gesture. “I think so too.”
“Let’s get going then, so we can go on to a more pleasurable pastime.”
It was Jared’s turn to raise his eyebrow. “What exactly is this meeting about anyway? I thought the price was already negotiated.”
They slid into the car, and Jensen settled into the passenger seat. “Generally, yes. But they needed to check the quality of the merchandise before settling on the right exchange rate.”
Jared frowned while pulling the car onto the street, starting the thirty minute drive that would lead them to the meeting. “How did you know how much merchandise to bring to the last exchange then?”
Jensen shrugged with a smug look on his face. “That’s the art of it. For the taster you need to bring enough so they see that you are liquid and have what they need. If the value is too high though, they will be suspicious, thinking you are trying to lull them, because you've got a deeper agenda. If you bring too little, the deal is off, and maybe you get a bullet in the head for your effort.”
He seemed oddly amused about the process of guesswork that determined whether they had a deal or not. Jensen was a weird guy when it came to his understanding of danger. It seemed that in his book Jensen thought of this as fun from what Jared had seen so far.
“So do you think you brought too much or too little.”
“Both.” Jensen grinned at him, chuckling with amusement when Jared looked at him like he was crazy. “I brought a little less guns than they probably expected. But I added something from the special menu as a treat.”
Jared nodded. It made sense in a very creepy kind of way. He probably really didn’t want to know what treat Jensen had him load into the truck, because all he'd seen was guns, but that didn’t mean that the bottom of any of those crates didn’t hide something ‘special’. The thought made him a little uneasy.
“Will they bite?”
“Oh, they already did.” Jensen’s grin was a little dopey, and he leaned back in his seat, stretching out in a lazy cat after eating the goldfish kind of way.
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“That went well. I didn’t even have to shoot anyone.”
The meeting had taken only an hour but it had been high strung and tension filled, making Jared feel wary and uncomfortable. But he could practically smell the terrorism lurking just inches under the surface. He had dug deep. Now it was only a question of time until he got to the core of it all.
“You didn’t even have a gun.”
“Is that an insult to my manhood?”
Jared just stared. Was that guy for real? “No. I just meant that you couldn’t shoot people, because I took your guns away.”
“You really think that was gonna stop me?”
A moment of silence followed when Jared held a stern, nearly petulant, green gaze. “I guess not.”
Jensen seemed satisfied with the answer, lounging back in his seat and waiting for the car to pull in to bring them back to where their evening had started. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, and Jared was glad about that. By the time they pulled up to the parking lot where Jared had picked Jensen up - and patted him down - Jared might have thought the other man had fallen asleep. That is, if he weren’t damn sure that someone like Jensen didn’t just fall asleep in other people’s cars.
He stopped the car and got out to retrieve the arms dealer’s weapons from his locked trunk. Jensen mirrored his moves but didn’t reach out to take the guns when Jared offered them to him.
“You don’t need to give them back immediately.”
Jared frowned turning fully towards Jensen. “Really? I always thought a guy like you would feel naked without his guns.”
The smaller man stepped up closer than personal space dictated, running a hand over Jared’s chest suggestively. “What’s wrong with being naked? I think it sounds damn good right now.”
Jensen neither moved in nor backed up. He stayed close, hand on Jared, faces a few inches apart. His look was predatory and inviting at the same time, and Jared’s brain raced through his options. He could either decline or indulge, piss off the dangerous arms dealer or play along, get skin on skin with a really hot guy, or always wonder if Jensen was as good a lay as Jared thought he was. It was a no brainer. The only thing his brain could add, before Jared jumped in with both feet was a warning of not getting attached.
The moment the decision was made, Jared didn’t hesitate any longer. He brought both arms up to tug the smaller man in, closing the little distance that had still been between them for a bruising kiss. They weren’t gentle or exploring but rough, power playing over who pushed harder, and who went further, hands tugging on fabric and leather. Jensen shoved Jared against the car door with an audible thud obviously enjoying the push and pull of the kiss. When they broke apart, it wasn’t without Jensen biting his bottom lip at pulling back.
“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, stretch. Let’s go somewhere with less eyes.”
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Jared knew that he would have bite and scratch marks to show for this the next day, but he couldn’t care less about that. Jensen was pushy as hell, and they had started a wrestling match over who was going to be on top about half an hour ago and were still flipping each other over every other minute. It was just frustrating enough to heighten the need to a degree where Jared didn’t care anymore if he topped or bottomed. That didn’t mean that they were not still fighting over it, until the very last minute. The thrill of their power play was already half the satisfaction, and they were sweating and panting long before the actual fucking took place.
Agents, arms dealers and terrorists have one thing in common: they lead an extremely accelerated life style. Life is a short and bumpy ride on the adrenaline wave when you can be shot any day, so long wooing periods are not an option. Jared knew when he joined the CIA that he might end up sleeping with the enemy. He was quite happy with this particular enemy though. Undressed, Jensen’s body was just as glorious as he could have hoped for, and Jared reveled at just how seamlessly the shapes and curves of their physiques fit together.
He also found out that Jensen was a regular boy scout. Then again at the rate he had been flirting, Jared might have gotten pissed off if the man had come unprepared. He couldn’t tell how long they had been writhing against each other, biting, kissing, wrestling and fucking, but by the time they fell onto the cushions he was too wrung out to check his watch anymore. “Fuck.”
The chuckle that answered him was relaxed and just a bit hoarse. “That we did.”
Jared tried to catch his breath, blinking at the ceiling. “I know I should leave, but I think I might need half an hour to just feel my legs again.” He didn’t kid himself. They were not the sticking around after sex kind of people. Fucking didn’t mean that Jensen trusted him enough to let his guard down around him. Sleeping with the enemy was one thing, but literally sleeping with each other was asking a lot.
“Yeah, you should… it would be the smart thing to do.” Jared rolled his head to the side to see the little frown on Jensen’s face, contrasting strongly with the relaxed posture of the rest of his body. That moment, Jared knew that Jensen would keep surprising him again and again. “But if I send you away, then I don’t get to challenge you for another round in a few hours.”
A small, disbelieving - and very smug - smile slipped onto Jared’s face. “Oh?”
“Oh yeah… we can even switch if you want.” The mischievous glint in Jensen’s eye told Jared that the man knew very well just how much Jared approved of that idea. He had the unreasonable need to learn Jensen’s body inside and out, topping, bottoming and every other way he could come up with. Obviously they agreed on that one. It would be a terrible waste to leave such chemistry unexplored. They both knew that this would be nothing more than a short fling, and they should make the best of it. “So you are not afraid that I’ll strangle you in your sleep?”
“I am a light sleeper… and I could always cuff you to the headboard.”
Jared let out a laugh. They both knew that that was not going to happen. Bondage might be fun, but it was also an easy way to leave yourself vulnerable. “In your dreams.”
“Wet dreams, yeah.”
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Jared looked at himself in the full body mirror next to the bathroom door. Jensen had definitely done a number on him. He'd left bruises of different shapes and sizes all over the usually respectable agent. There were small, finger tip sized spots on his hips, lividly purple hickeys on his neck, teeth shaped red marks on his chest and bright purple, oval marks on his abs where Jensen had bitten and sucked at the same time. All that was topped off with an assortment of scratches from short, blunt nails. It looked like he had gone three rounds with a wild cat - which in a way he had.
“Dude, you look totally raped.”
Jared turned around to see Jensen sitting on the bed, naked as the day he was born, cleaning his gun. It was a grotesque scene that really shouldn’t have turned Jared on the way it did. “That sounds very wrong.”
“But it felt so right,” Jensen said with fake devotion.
Jared chuckled, shaking his head with amusement. “Well, you got a few bruises as well.” And he had, not as many as Jared, but their sex had not left Jensen unscathed either.
“Yeah, but you don’t bite as much as I do,” Jensen commented sounding clinical in his surveillance, then added with a smirk: “You rather tend to smother.”
Jared chuckled, shrugging as he watched Jensen reassemble the gun with precise movements and a series of metallic clicks. “I’m big, I tend to smother people.”
The gun was put aside, and the trained motions melted away to reveal a heated gaze. “Oh, you’re big alright, Jay.”
He gaped a little bit at the fact that Jensen had gone right back into sex mode. “You’re insatiable.”
“You’re hot.”
Jared didn’t blush at the compliment or even acknowledge it. He knew that he looked good, but so did Jensen. It was good that they were each other’s type. It made recon a lot easier, when it could be hidden in pillow talk and banter. “How long is this job gonna take?”
“Why? Do you want an estimate of how many condoms to buy?”
Jared rolled his eyes, trying to smooth over the bitter taste in his mouth. “No. But I’d like to know how long it will be, until I have to kiss that ass goodbye.”
Jensen shrugged nonchalantly while lounging back on the bed lazily. “A few weeks to set up the operation on a big scale and then maybe two or three months to fine tune the process.”
The agent nodded, committing the information to memory. So they were going to stick together for a few weeks at least. A part of Jared - the one that had the hots for Jensen - was sighing with relief, while another - the one that had been screaming bloody murder the moment they started making out, and that told him to not get attached - groaned inwardly. This was going to be an interesting month or so.
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It was interesting - and not just a little schizophrenic - to watch the dichotomy of his and Jensen’s interaction on the job as opposed to their private hours. Some things were the same. Jensen was cocky, pushing the envelope with everything he did, while Jared used the necessary care to keep all limbs attached, while going along for the ride. But thankfully Jared didn’t see much of the cold blooded killer Jensen’s reputation spoke of in the bedroom, rather a passionate and very hungry man. Hunger Jared could take in bed, cruelty not so much. Thankfully it was never an item.
Obviously Jensen acquired his merchandise all over the country and abroad, and Jared sometimes wondered how the guy managed to keep his contacts, numbers, places and times in order when he never took notes. It seemed that pen and paper were a foreign concept to him.
They were about to pick up what would likely be the last shipment of arms that would complete the first big transaction. That trade would take Jared closer to the organization he was targeting than ever before, so he was antsy and expectant at the same time. It also meant that the preparation period that had him interacting with Jensen closely was almost over. He wished he could say that he didn’t care, but his stomach churned uneasily at the thought.
“Let’s go, Jay.”
No matter how often he walked into a meeting with unknown but definitely armed criminals, Jared never got over the rush of nervous energy and adrenaline. It was probably for the best, since that kept him on his toes, and his reactions at their fastest.
They walked next to each other, keeping in step, shoulder’s brushing every now and again, until they came to the right dock. As soon as their business partners were in sight, Jared let the other man walk two steps ahead of him, playing the trusted muscle and keeping his eyes open. Jensen played it cool, greeting the tall, blond man of middle age who waited for them with a handshake, and a smile that made Jared think they were familiar with each other. He thought that they'd probably done business before.
The truck was loaded just as Jensen had ordered, and he took a quick look around the cargo area to see that he was getting what he was paying for. When he re-emerged, he simply nodded at Jared, who retrieved the computer to transfer the money.
These days, the briefcase with cash was not the only way to make a deal any more. Some business men preferred wire transfer to the Caymans. Getting confirmation from the bank took five minutes, during which not many words were exchanged. Jared tossed a look at the car in which he and Jensen had arrived. It was an indistinct, gray Ford, probably illegally acquired and used as a one way article. They would leave it behind in favor of the truck, and nobody would be any the wiser. Jensen even left the key in the ignition. It was more than likely that the car would be stolen, before anybody even wondered about it being parked there for too long, so they didn’t need to worry about that. Someone else would clean up for them, unknowing that they did.
The snap of a cell phone being closed had Jared focus on the man who had greeted Jensen. He gave a nod, and they took that as a signal that the transfer was completed.
“It’s always nice doing business with you. Until next time then.” Jensen nodded at the man and had already started to turn away, when he froze. The clicking of guns was loud in the night air, and Jared tensed. The muzzles of four guns were trained at them. Shit. Their business partners had just turned to enemies. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Pellegrino?” Anger was sizzling close underneath the surface of Jensen’s voice.
The man shrugged with a tight smile. “I am sorry, Jensen. But you have overstepped your annual limit. With the amount of arms you have been shipping in and out of the country in the last weeks, you've gone too far. My partners and I will not let you monopolize our turf. Now tell me who you were selling these to.”
“Fuck you. You didn’t say please.” Jensen seemed more pissed off than afraid in the face of several armed men, while Jared mapped out their location. The truck with the merchandise was behind them and would be the only means of escape, and it was slow and hard to maneuver. The Ford was closer, but it would not be an option, because the armed men were positioned in a way that allowed Jared to get to the car but not the car to get off the docks.
Jared studied the four men with the guns, and Pellegrino, who probably came packing as well but hadn’t felt the need to bring out his gun, yet. They had a chance of taking them down. But they also needed some luck to not get killed doing so. The two men standing closest to Jared and Jensen they could handle. But then they would probably get shot before taking out the other three. Jared’s heart dropped when three more armed men appeared on the ship lying at the dock. Fuck.
Jensen was tense as a piano wire next to him as he sneered at the man who had betrayed them. “You know, Pellegrino, fucking me over is stupid enough. But you made one big mistake.”
“Oh?” The man seemed bored. He had enough firepower backing him up to have earned it too.
“You should have shot me when I had my back turned.” The last word hadn’t quite left Jensen’s lips when he darted to the side, jumping forward headfirst and rolling over on his left shoulder to come up on one knee as he drew both guns simultaneously from their place in his shoulder holsters. The first shots that penetrated the silence of the evening hit the concrete a few feet from where Jensen was just a split second before.
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A/N: Very sorry for this taking so long! LJ has been a bitch ti me all weekend. I couldn't open ANY journals for most of the time and evenings were the worst. So now I broke my habit and posted in the morning because I used the fact that LJ was working for ONCE!
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Rating: NC17
Words: 4,400/19,400
Warnings: Violence, minor character death, blood, drugs, spies, slash, sexual innuendo and more if I feel like it
Disclaimer: Slavery is bad and I am a liar. The title is actually a La Femme Nikita episode on which inspired this verse to a certain degree, knowledge of the show is completely not necessary though. I just took its feeling.
Summary: Jared Padalecki works covert operations for the CIA. When he is sent to investigate the involvement of a drug cartel in the financing of international terrorism he finds himself in the lion’s den. The only person who seems to be on his side is the scary but very intriguing arms dealer Jensen. But things are not what they seem.
This belongs to the SecretOperations!verse. It’s the first story in the timeline and can therefore be read as a stand-alone fic as well. Those who have not yet read Mandatory Refusal should do so AFTER having read this, to keep the surprises coming.
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“So this was it? Mission accomplished?” Jared eyed the package Jensen was carrying suspiciously. It was a lot of drugs, but it didn’t help him at all in his case.
“Well, this was the taster. If they liked what we gave them, your people like what they gave us, and every party decides that the price is good, we will start the big transactions.”
“THAT was a taster?” Jared’s eyebrow rose. Holy shit, he just had to imagine the amount of guns those people wanted to acquire. They probably wanted a lot more than the odd rifle.
“You’re running with the big dogs now, Jay. We are fighting over big bones.”
Jared nodded. “So, I’ll take this to my people and see if it has the quality we were promised?” Jared motioned for the package.
Jensen’s eyes scrutinized him for a long moment. “Yeah… if you try anything stupid, you’re dead and maybe it’s not even me who’ll put you down.” It wasn’t a thread but a calm statement of facts, which was a lot more scary.
“I know. I’m not that stupid.”
“Good.” Jensen handed him the package, dropping the serious persona like a cheap outfit to bring back the wicked half smile. “Run along then, kid. Momma’s waiting.”
Jared nodded and made to get out of the car that had picked them up at the airfield their 'copter had landed on. A hand on his elbow made him look back around. The kiss was unexpected but not at all uncomfortable. Jensen smelled like soap, the ground he had laid on and a little sweat. His lips were a little dry, and the scratch of his designer stubble tickled Jared’s chin. It was hot as hell, even though it only took a second. One hard press of lips, not gentle and not hesitant, before Jensen pulled back again already, tongue darting out to trail over Jared’s bottom lip while they broke apart.
Jared was stunned into silence. Jensen’s grin was wicked an predatory making Jared’s stomach tighten. “I never let anybody get away without a kiss on a first date.”
Eyebrows disappeared behind Jared’s fringe. “You call this a date?”
“You and I, alone in a car for hours… you offered to take off your pants, you showed me some skin, and then there was some shooting. Yeah, definitely a date.”
Jared couldn’t help chuckling. “If you say so.”
Jensen licked his lips nodding. “I do… and since you didn’t just freak out completely, I take that as a yes to the unasked question. This will be fun.” He smacked his lips as if to taste something. “Too bad my tongue is still numb from that taster I got.” Jared couldn’t think of any witty answer, before Jensen reached across him to push open the door and push Jared out. “Keep that cell phone on you.”
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“So this was only the beginning of a bigger operation?”
Jared nodded, even though his handler could not see it. “Yes, it seems that they are looking for a permanent trade on a pretty large scale.”
“Can you get onto the bottom of this?”
“I think so. They need Jensen to keep the gun shipments coming, and I think he took a liking to me.” He shifted the phone to his other ear as he booted up the computer.
“Do you think you can use that?” He wouldn’t be ordered right out to sleep with the man, Jared knew that. But he also knew that nobody would spare a second thought for it if he did. This game he was playing was a dangerous one, and the best way to stay alive and on top of things was to have someone at his back. Jensen offered him a quick rise in the organization as well as someone to look out on his behalf. He would be stupid to not play along to a certain degree. It didn’t mean that he would definitely sleep with the man - if that was what he wanted although it seemed pretty clear. It would be dangerous on a whole different level, because Jared could not get too attached. He’d play the game and see where he ended up. It was the smart thing to do.
“Definitely.” The side of his mouth quirked up in a grin. Usually he had to flirt with women to get the job done. It was easy enough, since he could appreciate a beautiful woman, even if they weren’t exactly his cup of tea. But this time it seemed to come in handy that he personally would prefer Jensen to Lauren Cohan. “Did you find anything about him that I should know?”
Everybody had a history. The trick was finding it. If one dug deep enough, things could be found on everybody, even if it were just a really bad reputation backed up with a few colorful anecdotes.
“His name is Olaf Jenson, born in a precinct of Stockholm. His family moved to the US when he was a teenager. The father had a trading company. Both parents died in a car crash a few years later that didn’t look like an accident. Sixteen year old Olaf disappeared off the radar, until he re-emerged in Johannesburg several years later under the name of Jensen. He popped up all around the world for a few years trading in everything that was hard to get or hard to ship. He seemed to use old contacts of his father’s to get into business. He’s an arms dealer, but if the price is right he'll trade with anything. From all we could gather he has a good head for business, but he’s a real hardass who doesn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.”
Jared nodded, filing everything away for later use. He agreed with the last statement and was relieved that Jensen liked him. It made his life a lot easier and maybe would add a few years to it. But if his first name really was Olaf Jared understood completely why Jensen took on a variation of his last name as a pseudonym instead. He didn’t look like an Olaf. But then he didn’t have a Swedish accent either, just the neutral, indistinct English of a person who'd never settled down enough to take on a regional dialect. But then Jared had put his Texan twang into a box as well, and he would bring it back out again only when he was Jared Padalecki, not agent Padalecki, or Jay, the drug dealer.
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It didn’t take more than two days for Jared’s new work phone to ring. He had to contact Jensen and set up a meeting with him to discuss the exchange rates of money, guns and drugs with Jared’s bosses. Obviously Jared had assumed an intermediate position as the contact for Jensen. Maybe that was because the other ‘employees’ were wary of dealing with the guy who shot the last negotiator in the head. They had a valid point.
Jared had strict instructions when he went to the meeting point to bring Jensen to the negotiations. This time it was Jared in the driver’s seat, and he took a moment to revel in the switched positions. The arms dealer looked a lot like he had the first time they met, leather jacket covering the guns he'd surely brought.
“I need to pat you down.” Jared couldn’t help the grin that tugged on his lips when he informed Jensen of how things were going to work.
An eyebrow rose, but Jensen spread his arms in invitation. “Two guns in the shoulder holster and one in the boot.”
Jared nodded, removing the weapons and proceeding to thoroughly search the other man. It was only partly his revenge for their first meeting. He was looking for more than just guns after all. When his hand snaked inside Jensen’s jeans pocket the man let out a deep chuckle.
“You know, Jay. I think I enjoy this a lot more than I should.”
The taller man only shook his head before nodding at Jensen in an ‘all clear’ gesture. “I think so too.”
“Let’s get going then, so we can go on to a more pleasurable pastime.”
It was Jared’s turn to raise his eyebrow. “What exactly is this meeting about anyway? I thought the price was already negotiated.”
They slid into the car, and Jensen settled into the passenger seat. “Generally, yes. But they needed to check the quality of the merchandise before settling on the right exchange rate.”
Jared frowned while pulling the car onto the street, starting the thirty minute drive that would lead them to the meeting. “How did you know how much merchandise to bring to the last exchange then?”
Jensen shrugged with a smug look on his face. “That’s the art of it. For the taster you need to bring enough so they see that you are liquid and have what they need. If the value is too high though, they will be suspicious, thinking you are trying to lull them, because you've got a deeper agenda. If you bring too little, the deal is off, and maybe you get a bullet in the head for your effort.”
He seemed oddly amused about the process of guesswork that determined whether they had a deal or not. Jensen was a weird guy when it came to his understanding of danger. It seemed that in his book Jensen thought of this as fun from what Jared had seen so far.
“So do you think you brought too much or too little.”
“Both.” Jensen grinned at him, chuckling with amusement when Jared looked at him like he was crazy. “I brought a little less guns than they probably expected. But I added something from the special menu as a treat.”
Jared nodded. It made sense in a very creepy kind of way. He probably really didn’t want to know what treat Jensen had him load into the truck, because all he'd seen was guns, but that didn’t mean that the bottom of any of those crates didn’t hide something ‘special’. The thought made him a little uneasy.
“Will they bite?”
“Oh, they already did.” Jensen’s grin was a little dopey, and he leaned back in his seat, stretching out in a lazy cat after eating the goldfish kind of way.
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“That went well. I didn’t even have to shoot anyone.”
The meeting had taken only an hour but it had been high strung and tension filled, making Jared feel wary and uncomfortable. But he could practically smell the terrorism lurking just inches under the surface. He had dug deep. Now it was only a question of time until he got to the core of it all.
“You didn’t even have a gun.”
“Is that an insult to my manhood?”
Jared just stared. Was that guy for real? “No. I just meant that you couldn’t shoot people, because I took your guns away.”
“You really think that was gonna stop me?”
A moment of silence followed when Jared held a stern, nearly petulant, green gaze. “I guess not.”
Jensen seemed satisfied with the answer, lounging back in his seat and waiting for the car to pull in to bring them back to where their evening had started. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, and Jared was glad about that. By the time they pulled up to the parking lot where Jared had picked Jensen up - and patted him down - Jared might have thought the other man had fallen asleep. That is, if he weren’t damn sure that someone like Jensen didn’t just fall asleep in other people’s cars.
He stopped the car and got out to retrieve the arms dealer’s weapons from his locked trunk. Jensen mirrored his moves but didn’t reach out to take the guns when Jared offered them to him.
“You don’t need to give them back immediately.”
Jared frowned turning fully towards Jensen. “Really? I always thought a guy like you would feel naked without his guns.”
The smaller man stepped up closer than personal space dictated, running a hand over Jared’s chest suggestively. “What’s wrong with being naked? I think it sounds damn good right now.”
Jensen neither moved in nor backed up. He stayed close, hand on Jared, faces a few inches apart. His look was predatory and inviting at the same time, and Jared’s brain raced through his options. He could either decline or indulge, piss off the dangerous arms dealer or play along, get skin on skin with a really hot guy, or always wonder if Jensen was as good a lay as Jared thought he was. It was a no brainer. The only thing his brain could add, before Jared jumped in with both feet was a warning of not getting attached.
The moment the decision was made, Jared didn’t hesitate any longer. He brought both arms up to tug the smaller man in, closing the little distance that had still been between them for a bruising kiss. They weren’t gentle or exploring but rough, power playing over who pushed harder, and who went further, hands tugging on fabric and leather. Jensen shoved Jared against the car door with an audible thud obviously enjoying the push and pull of the kiss. When they broke apart, it wasn’t without Jensen biting his bottom lip at pulling back.
“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, stretch. Let’s go somewhere with less eyes.”
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Jared knew that he would have bite and scratch marks to show for this the next day, but he couldn’t care less about that. Jensen was pushy as hell, and they had started a wrestling match over who was going to be on top about half an hour ago and were still flipping each other over every other minute. It was just frustrating enough to heighten the need to a degree where Jared didn’t care anymore if he topped or bottomed. That didn’t mean that they were not still fighting over it, until the very last minute. The thrill of their power play was already half the satisfaction, and they were sweating and panting long before the actual fucking took place.
Agents, arms dealers and terrorists have one thing in common: they lead an extremely accelerated life style. Life is a short and bumpy ride on the adrenaline wave when you can be shot any day, so long wooing periods are not an option. Jared knew when he joined the CIA that he might end up sleeping with the enemy. He was quite happy with this particular enemy though. Undressed, Jensen’s body was just as glorious as he could have hoped for, and Jared reveled at just how seamlessly the shapes and curves of their physiques fit together.
He also found out that Jensen was a regular boy scout. Then again at the rate he had been flirting, Jared might have gotten pissed off if the man had come unprepared. He couldn’t tell how long they had been writhing against each other, biting, kissing, wrestling and fucking, but by the time they fell onto the cushions he was too wrung out to check his watch anymore. “Fuck.”
The chuckle that answered him was relaxed and just a bit hoarse. “That we did.”
Jared tried to catch his breath, blinking at the ceiling. “I know I should leave, but I think I might need half an hour to just feel my legs again.” He didn’t kid himself. They were not the sticking around after sex kind of people. Fucking didn’t mean that Jensen trusted him enough to let his guard down around him. Sleeping with the enemy was one thing, but literally sleeping with each other was asking a lot.
“Yeah, you should… it would be the smart thing to do.” Jared rolled his head to the side to see the little frown on Jensen’s face, contrasting strongly with the relaxed posture of the rest of his body. That moment, Jared knew that Jensen would keep surprising him again and again. “But if I send you away, then I don’t get to challenge you for another round in a few hours.”
A small, disbelieving - and very smug - smile slipped onto Jared’s face. “Oh?”
“Oh yeah… we can even switch if you want.” The mischievous glint in Jensen’s eye told Jared that the man knew very well just how much Jared approved of that idea. He had the unreasonable need to learn Jensen’s body inside and out, topping, bottoming and every other way he could come up with. Obviously they agreed on that one. It would be a terrible waste to leave such chemistry unexplored. They both knew that this would be nothing more than a short fling, and they should make the best of it. “So you are not afraid that I’ll strangle you in your sleep?”
“I am a light sleeper… and I could always cuff you to the headboard.”
Jared let out a laugh. They both knew that that was not going to happen. Bondage might be fun, but it was also an easy way to leave yourself vulnerable. “In your dreams.”
“Wet dreams, yeah.”
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Jared looked at himself in the full body mirror next to the bathroom door. Jensen had definitely done a number on him. He'd left bruises of different shapes and sizes all over the usually respectable agent. There were small, finger tip sized spots on his hips, lividly purple hickeys on his neck, teeth shaped red marks on his chest and bright purple, oval marks on his abs where Jensen had bitten and sucked at the same time. All that was topped off with an assortment of scratches from short, blunt nails. It looked like he had gone three rounds with a wild cat - which in a way he had.
“Dude, you look totally raped.”
Jared turned around to see Jensen sitting on the bed, naked as the day he was born, cleaning his gun. It was a grotesque scene that really shouldn’t have turned Jared on the way it did. “That sounds very wrong.”
“But it felt so right,” Jensen said with fake devotion.
Jared chuckled, shaking his head with amusement. “Well, you got a few bruises as well.” And he had, not as many as Jared, but their sex had not left Jensen unscathed either.
“Yeah, but you don’t bite as much as I do,” Jensen commented sounding clinical in his surveillance, then added with a smirk: “You rather tend to smother.”
Jared chuckled, shrugging as he watched Jensen reassemble the gun with precise movements and a series of metallic clicks. “I’m big, I tend to smother people.”
The gun was put aside, and the trained motions melted away to reveal a heated gaze. “Oh, you’re big alright, Jay.”
He gaped a little bit at the fact that Jensen had gone right back into sex mode. “You’re insatiable.”
“You’re hot.”
Jared didn’t blush at the compliment or even acknowledge it. He knew that he looked good, but so did Jensen. It was good that they were each other’s type. It made recon a lot easier, when it could be hidden in pillow talk and banter. “How long is this job gonna take?”
“Why? Do you want an estimate of how many condoms to buy?”
Jared rolled his eyes, trying to smooth over the bitter taste in his mouth. “No. But I’d like to know how long it will be, until I have to kiss that ass goodbye.”
Jensen shrugged nonchalantly while lounging back on the bed lazily. “A few weeks to set up the operation on a big scale and then maybe two or three months to fine tune the process.”
The agent nodded, committing the information to memory. So they were going to stick together for a few weeks at least. A part of Jared - the one that had the hots for Jensen - was sighing with relief, while another - the one that had been screaming bloody murder the moment they started making out, and that told him to not get attached - groaned inwardly. This was going to be an interesting month or so.
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It was interesting - and not just a little schizophrenic - to watch the dichotomy of his and Jensen’s interaction on the job as opposed to their private hours. Some things were the same. Jensen was cocky, pushing the envelope with everything he did, while Jared used the necessary care to keep all limbs attached, while going along for the ride. But thankfully Jared didn’t see much of the cold blooded killer Jensen’s reputation spoke of in the bedroom, rather a passionate and very hungry man. Hunger Jared could take in bed, cruelty not so much. Thankfully it was never an item.
Obviously Jensen acquired his merchandise all over the country and abroad, and Jared sometimes wondered how the guy managed to keep his contacts, numbers, places and times in order when he never took notes. It seemed that pen and paper were a foreign concept to him.
They were about to pick up what would likely be the last shipment of arms that would complete the first big transaction. That trade would take Jared closer to the organization he was targeting than ever before, so he was antsy and expectant at the same time. It also meant that the preparation period that had him interacting with Jensen closely was almost over. He wished he could say that he didn’t care, but his stomach churned uneasily at the thought.
“Let’s go, Jay.”
No matter how often he walked into a meeting with unknown but definitely armed criminals, Jared never got over the rush of nervous energy and adrenaline. It was probably for the best, since that kept him on his toes, and his reactions at their fastest.
They walked next to each other, keeping in step, shoulder’s brushing every now and again, until they came to the right dock. As soon as their business partners were in sight, Jared let the other man walk two steps ahead of him, playing the trusted muscle and keeping his eyes open. Jensen played it cool, greeting the tall, blond man of middle age who waited for them with a handshake, and a smile that made Jared think they were familiar with each other. He thought that they'd probably done business before.
The truck was loaded just as Jensen had ordered, and he took a quick look around the cargo area to see that he was getting what he was paying for. When he re-emerged, he simply nodded at Jared, who retrieved the computer to transfer the money.
These days, the briefcase with cash was not the only way to make a deal any more. Some business men preferred wire transfer to the Caymans. Getting confirmation from the bank took five minutes, during which not many words were exchanged. Jared tossed a look at the car in which he and Jensen had arrived. It was an indistinct, gray Ford, probably illegally acquired and used as a one way article. They would leave it behind in favor of the truck, and nobody would be any the wiser. Jensen even left the key in the ignition. It was more than likely that the car would be stolen, before anybody even wondered about it being parked there for too long, so they didn’t need to worry about that. Someone else would clean up for them, unknowing that they did.
The snap of a cell phone being closed had Jared focus on the man who had greeted Jensen. He gave a nod, and they took that as a signal that the transfer was completed.
“It’s always nice doing business with you. Until next time then.” Jensen nodded at the man and had already started to turn away, when he froze. The clicking of guns was loud in the night air, and Jared tensed. The muzzles of four guns were trained at them. Shit. Their business partners had just turned to enemies. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Pellegrino?” Anger was sizzling close underneath the surface of Jensen’s voice.
The man shrugged with a tight smile. “I am sorry, Jensen. But you have overstepped your annual limit. With the amount of arms you have been shipping in and out of the country in the last weeks, you've gone too far. My partners and I will not let you monopolize our turf. Now tell me who you were selling these to.”
“Fuck you. You didn’t say please.” Jensen seemed more pissed off than afraid in the face of several armed men, while Jared mapped out their location. The truck with the merchandise was behind them and would be the only means of escape, and it was slow and hard to maneuver. The Ford was closer, but it would not be an option, because the armed men were positioned in a way that allowed Jared to get to the car but not the car to get off the docks.
Jared studied the four men with the guns, and Pellegrino, who probably came packing as well but hadn’t felt the need to bring out his gun, yet. They had a chance of taking them down. But they also needed some luck to not get killed doing so. The two men standing closest to Jared and Jensen they could handle. But then they would probably get shot before taking out the other three. Jared’s heart dropped when three more armed men appeared on the ship lying at the dock. Fuck.
Jensen was tense as a piano wire next to him as he sneered at the man who had betrayed them. “You know, Pellegrino, fucking me over is stupid enough. But you made one big mistake.”
“Oh?” The man seemed bored. He had enough firepower backing him up to have earned it too.
“You should have shot me when I had my back turned.” The last word hadn’t quite left Jensen’s lips when he darted to the side, jumping forward headfirst and rolling over on his left shoulder to come up on one knee as he drew both guns simultaneously from their place in his shoulder holsters. The first shots that penetrated the silence of the evening hit the concrete a few feet from where Jensen was just a split second before.
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A/N: Very sorry for this taking so long! LJ has been a bitch ti me all weekend. I couldn't open ANY journals for most of the time and evenings were the worst. So now I broke my habit and posted in the morning because I used the fact that LJ was working for ONCE!
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