Natural Submission (part 4, J2, AU)
Natural Submission 9/20
by themadslasher aka jayaslash
Pairing: j2 AU
Rating: NC-17 (like way, way, way NC-17)
Word Count: 962, this part; 11,139 total
Summary:
Jensen Ackles is an undercover FBI agent. He’s been working for over three years to infiltrate a criminal human trafficking ring. He’s worked hard to gain entry into Diablo’s, one of New York’s most revered criminal masterminds, inner circle. Once he’s in, he witnesses horrific crimes, dozens of Americans kidnapped and sold into the international sex trade. He is determined to bring Diablo and all of his henchmen down.
Jared Padalecki is a naïve, innocent grocery store cashier who has spent the last four years doing little besides caring for his ailing mother. After her death, he finds himself alone and looking to make new friends. He hooks up with the wrong crowd at work and falls into Diablo’s hands. It’s up to Jensen to save the other man…but what will be the price?
Warnings: Heavy BDSM. Angst-filled.
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Previously: Chapters 1-3, Chapters 4-7, Chapter 8
Chapter Nine
Jensen’s fingers moved over the skin on Jared’s wrists, softly and gently caressing. Jared held himself very still and stared, helplessly.
“You have an opportunity to prove yourself to me,” Jensen said, very quietly. Jared lay next to Jensen on the bed, unshackled and unfettered, lax against the downy comforter as Jensen’s fingers played over his flesh.
“I’m not going to bind you today,” Jensen told him. “I’m going to let you be free. Don’t disappoint me.”
Jared stared at him.
“What do you want me to do?” Jared asked.
“Can you cook?” Jensen asked.
Jared nodded.
“When my mom was sick, I had to do everything,” Jared told him. “Cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the house. I got pretty good at that stuff.”
“How long was she sick?” Jensen asked.
“Years,” Jared said shortly, and then paused. “Five or six years. Since my junior year of high school. It was rough on her. She was the kind of person who liked to do a lot of stuff, especially for her boys, me and my brother Jeff. So, when she got ALS, it was like the worst thing ever. Because you get to the point, you know, where you can’t move. And it just sucks, all around. But I took really good care of her. I made sure that she had everything she needed and that she was happy most of the time…and when she died, it was just quick. She stopped breathing. And then I was on my own.”
“What about your brother?” Jensen asked, probing. “What about Jeff?”
“We aren’t close,” Jared admitted. “I haven’t seen him in months. I…he’s older than me and he never paid much attention to me. He lives on the other side of the country.”
“He wouldn’t come looking for you?” Jensen asked.
Jared shook his head. Jensen fell silent as Jared’s fingers played nervously with the blanket. Jared shot him a quick look before his eyes fell.
“I’m all yours,” Jared said and his voice wobbled slightly. “If…you don’t have to worry about losing me. I’m not…I really love being with you. I love…all of it, everything. I want to be here. Whether you tie me down or not…I want to be with you.”
Jensen’s breath caught on a gasp and his fingers wrapped around Jared’s wrists tightly. He buried his face in Jared’s hair and breathed unsteadily.
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“See, I don’t think you understand, Tenn,” Jensen hissed into the receiver of the prepaid cell phone, his voice going high and panicky. He forced himself to breath five deep, even breaths before he went on.
“Look, I can’t do this to the kid,” Jensen said grittily. “He’s…he’s so fucking lost right now and this shit is not helping anything.”
“You’re not blowing your fucking cover over this,” Tenn told him, bitingly. “Three fucking years, Ackles. I talked with Hanson and Ferris and we’ll get the kid counseling. We’ll fucking set him up for life. The Bureau is ready to foot the bill. But you have to do what you have to do to bring this guy down, Ackles. We’re this close, do you hear me, a fucking inch away from the finish line.”
Jensen huffed out a shaky breath.
“He’s not the only one that’ll need counseling when this shit is done,” Jensen said starkly and Tenn laughed. Jensen had never failed…and Tenn knew he never would.
“An inch, Ackles,” Tenn reiterated and Jensen nodded.
“Fuck, yeah, okay,” Jensen said and hung up. He wiped the phone clean with his handy device, and tossed it into the trash before he left the restroom.
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Jensen locked the door behind him after he entered his suite, eyes immediately seeking out Jared. Jared stood near the kitchenette, clad in jeans, his eyes zoning right in on Jensen and sticking to him. Jensen forced himself to relax, to breathe easily. The kid had no idea what he did to him, had no clue that his intense, helpless devotion was so overwhelmingly intoxicating that Jensen could barely remember that this wasn’t real.
Jensen stepped into the suite.
“I cooked for you,” Jared told him. Jensen walked to stand in front of Jared, the mantle of authority falling over his shoulders like a perfect cloak. Jensen tilted his head slightly and watched as Jared raked one quivery hand through his dark, messy locks nervously.
“What did you make?” Jensen asked, hands moving to the bare skin on Jared’s stomach, wrapping around Jared’s waist.
“Spaghetti,” Jared whispered, breathlessly. “And…um…garlic bread. And the wine you bought.”
“It smells great,” Jensen told him and Jared flushed. Jensen leaned forward and licked the line of flesh at Jared’s collarbone, following the coloring of the blush lightly. Jared groaned lowly. Jensen’s fingers moved from around Jared’s hips over the soft denim to cup the length of Jared’s erection through the worn fabric.
“Hmmm, what should we do about this?” Jensen asked and Jared stared at him, open-mouthed and unable to do anything except press into the tight grip of his palm. Jensen unzipped Jared’s jeans and tugged them down around his thighs, releasing Jared’s dick to the open air.
“Can I touch you before I-” Jared began helplessly, but Jensen shot him one, quelling look and his mouth snapped shut.
“I don’t think we should do anything,” Jensen said slowly and Jared whimpered. Jensen let him go, stalking across the length of the suite to rifle through a drawer. He came back quickly, a black strap of leather between his fingers.
Jared’s brown eyes flashed at him as he snapped the cock ring over Jared’s rigid length. Jared’s breath caught and Jensen stuffed him back into his jeans quickly, zipping him up with a decisive snap.
“Let’s eat.”
Continued…