The Ides of March 10/?
Title: The Ides of March 10/?
Author: krebsbach
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17 over all
Summary: Protecting Jensen Ackles is the only thing Jared remembers
Warning: AU mind control
BETA’D: momma66 much thanks
Notes: Sorta Bourne Identity, Manchurian Candidate, Men Who Stare at Goats’, I have been watching Jesse Ventura Conspiracy Theory
Disclaimer: Jensen and Jared best friends everything else is a product of Misha Collins’ twisted mind. LOL!
The need for coffee and the smell of bacon had everyone migrating to the kitchen. Aldis had dropped off some clothes for Jensen. The way the black khaki’s cupped Jensen’s ass should have been illegal. Jared fought the urge to drop to his knee and nip the firm cheeks.
Steve took one look at Jensen and whistled. “Damn, I bet I could bounce a quarter off that sweet ass of yours.”
Jared growled pulling Jensen back against him. Steve held his hands up in surrender. “Easy there, big man. Just admiring the view, only ass I’m interested in is Kane’s.”
Jensen’s face blushed beet red. Sam handed him a cup of coffee. He moved to take a seat at the table but Jared grabbed the back of his pants, pulling Jensen down on his lap as he took a seat. “I can sit in my own seat, Jay.” Jensen snapped trying wiggle off Jared’s lap.
Jared held him tighter “This is your seat.” Jared picked up his own cup of coffee.
Jeff walked into the kitchen going straight for the coffee pot. Leaning against the counter he gave Jensen a curious look. “There are other chairs to sit in kid.”
“Apparently this is my seat.” Jensen said glaring at Jared who just sipped his coffee with a satisfied smile.
Chad came in going right for Jeff taking his coffee before leaning against the older man. “You left me alone in bed.” Chad mumbled against Jeff’s neck.
Christian stumbled into the kitchen going right over to Steve crawling in his lap and held his hand out to get a cup of coffee. Steve curled a hand over his hip holding him in place.
The girls shuffled in followed by Aldis who when to the fridge for his orange soda. “You’re a freak, you know that right.” Chad said looking at the younger man chugging the soda from the two liter bottle.
“What? I’m a freak because I don’t need hot caffeine to wake up in the morning. You’re all caffeine addicts and need an intervention.” Aldis said, dropping down into the chair next to Jared and Jensen looking around, “Where are the doc, Tom and Rosy?”
“Misha had to take a run over to the other side of the island to get supplies should be back around lunch. Rosy couldn’t sleep so he and Tom went for a run on the beach about three this morning.” Ellen said sitting a large platter of scrambled eggs on the table.
Beth pulled the platter of pancakes from the warming oven. Gina put the bacon and sausage on the table while Geri buttered toast. When Jeff offered to help with placing everything out Ellen slapped his hand with her wooden spoon. “A lot of help you would be. Half the food would be gone before it made it to the table.” The only male Ellen tolerated helping in the kitchen was Steve. She never would explain why no one other than Steve was allowed other than to say he was trainable.
Noise came from the front hall. “Dude, I have sand in my ass crack!” Mike grumbled walking into the kitchen.
“I offered to be on bottom. You’re the one who wanted to wrap your legs around my waist.” Tom defended himself. Neither looking embarrassed that the whole room now knew they had sex on the beach as they grabbed coffee.
Mike not sleeping was a problem. It worried Jeff a lot. Whatever they did to him, Mike was now only able to sleep for a few hours a night if at all. Christian had the same issues, but Steve usually could help him sleep. Tom suffered from the lack of sleep only because he refused to let Mike be up all by himself. There were times when Jeff would catch Christian and Mike just sitting watching their lovers sleep. He had also caught them dumping the sleep meds Misha had given them.
“You flush the sleeping pills again Mikey?” Jeff asked lightly, but the look in his dark eyes said Mike better not lie to him.
“Didn’t flush them, they don’t work anymore.” Mike mumbled turning into Tom resting his head on his broad shoulder.
“It’s hasn’t been working for Chris either no more than about two hours for the last week.” Steve added.
“What do you mean they don’t work anymore? What the Doc is giving you is practically anesthesia.” Chad asked, worried about his two friends.
“Just wears off quicker than it used too.” Chris said, his blue eyes looking exhausted.
Gina walked up behind them wrapping her arms around both Steve and Chris pressing motherly kisses on their foreheads. Geri stroked Mikes head ruffling her fingers through Tom’s waveymane.
Jeff swore sending his mug crashing into the wall beside Aldis’s head. The younger man didn’t even flinch. “When I get my hands on Caruso and Flitchner I am going put a spike in their black hearts.” Jeff snarled.
Jensen burrowed further into the safety of Jared’s arms. Anger perforated the air in the kitchen. He knew it wasn’t even remotely directed toward him it still made Jensen uneasy. The threat of violence emanated from each man would never be directed at someone in this house. The love each man had for the other was the balance between the evil of the world and cocoon of family on the island. Jensen felt like he was a part of that family more so than he ever felt in his own family.
“Ok boys let’s eat and then get out of my kitchen.” Sam said with a clap of her hands.
Jensen sat on the porch steps watching Jared spare with Jeff. Every time Jeff landed a punch Jensen flinched. He wanted look away, he hated violence but Jared was so majestic and beautiful, the epitome of strength and grace. Bared to waist, thick muscles rippling under darkly tan skin sweat glistening.
Jeff wore a black wife beater and fatigues his body firmly muscled like a prize fighter. The older man had a raw sexuality that Jensen had never encountered before. All the men had it, like the island drew out the animalistic sensuality in each man. Made them throw off pheromones like a blast from a grenade.
The movement from the side of the house came so fast it was a credit to Jared’s cat like reflexes that he didn’t end up face first in the dirt. Chad snarled slamming his fist into the side of Jared’s head. Jared blocked his next punch flipping Chad over on his back.
Jensen was up and off the porch before he even formed the thought to move. Jeff grabbed Jared pushing him back putting himself between the two men.
“Baby. Chad, we were just sparing. Jared wasn’t hurting me.” Jeff squatted down cupping Chad’s face forcing him to look directly in his eyes. Chad’s smoke blue eyes wide with a wild feral look. “Come on kiddo look at me. Focus on Papa. Can you do that for me sweetheart?”
Jensen had his arms wrapped tightly around Jared resting his head on the broad chest. The thunder of Jared’s heart beat tattooed against Jensen’s ear. Chad’s attack had scared the hell out of him. Jensen looked at the two men on the ground. Chad looked as freaked out as Jensen felt.
“Papa. Papa. I just. I don’t know. Fuck, Jay was punching you and I saw red. I couldn’t control it.” Chad said shakily. He looked at Jared his eyes fearful and sad. “I’m sorry Jay. Sorry.” Tears streamed down his face.
“You were protecting your mate. That’s the most important thing. I understand my brother.” Jared said
Misha swung the jeep into the drive taking in the scene three of the four men looked battered and a little bloody, the fourth man looked terrified. “What’s going on?” he asked getting out of the jeep
Jeff had his arms around Chad. “Nothing much just doing some sparring with big Jay.”
Misha cocked an eyebrow. “You know I’m not the enemy Jeff. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”
“Believe me Doc I know you’re not the enemy. Just give us a minute, ok.”
Misha nodded his understanding. “Jared I want to give you a complete physical and blood workups. Come with me around to the clinic.” Misha paused taking in how Jensen was wrapped up tightly with Jared. “You too Mr. Ackles, Please.”
Naveen Andrews sat at a small table in the private section to the café. He glanced at his diamond incrusted Rolex. His appointment was close to being late. He didn’t like tardiness it show a lack of respect. Andrews and more importantly his employer Echo should never be disrespected.
Fred Thompson followed the small Indian woman dressed in traditional Hindu Indian garb to the dimly lit private section of the café. The man he was to meet Mr. Andrews sat at the small table a mass of ink black curls brushed the shoulders of his perfectly tailored charcoal grey Armani suit, blood red silk shirt and tie and Dolce and Gabanna Italian leather shoes.
“You brought the investment and the particulars correct Mr. Thompson?” Andrews asked sipping his tea ignoring Thompson’s offered hand.
Flustered Thompson dropped two over stuffed manila envelopes on the table. “Everything is there. I want reassurance that this matter is priority and gets a quick resolution.”
“Of course.”
TBC>>>>>>