The Ides of March 17/?
Title: The Ides of March 17/?
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!
Fred Thompson’s senior aide burst into his outer office, rushing pass his secretary, Rachel, clutching the morning addition of the Washington Post in his hand. Walking into the office unannounced he slapped the paper down on Fred’s desk.
TOP SECRET CIA PROJECT VIOLATES SOLDIERS, STRIPS THEM OF THEIR OWN DNA
The top secret joint CIA and military Panther Guard Project under CIA Special Project Director Fred Thompson has taken dedicated soldiers and turned them into genetically altered bodyguards without their consent……
“What the hell? Why are we just now seeing this? How did Wentworth Miller get this information?” Fred snarled.
Rachel came into the office. “Sir there are reporters on the phone wanting a comment on today’s Washington Post. Attorney General Weatherly is on line two.”
Steve Carlson paid for the two cups of coffee taking them back to the small table were Christian sat reading the news paper. “Looks like someone leaked the whole project to the Washington Post.” Christian showed the paper to Steve.
The small TV played CNN breaking news. The president and the attorney general were conducting a special investigation into the Panther Project. Fred Thompson had already been fired from the CIA. Already the congress was calling for his head on a platter. The military police were looking for Commander David Caruso and Dr. William Fitchner.
“Where we going to hit Thompson?” Steve asked sipping his coffee.
“He’s going to run. He has a cabin in the West Virginia Mountains. Thompson will head there. Leave his wife to handle the press and the inquires.”
Christian’s blue eyes were cold like glaciers. He had met Thompson’s wife Rose once, she was a sweet lady that didn’t deserve a bastard husband like Fred.
“I’ve heard that the Smoky Mountains are beautiful this time of year.” Steve said with a smirk.
Christian sipped his coffee. “We give him a day to hightail it out. Then we can pay Freddie boy a visit.”
Steve stood up taking Christian’s cup from him tossing it in the trash along with his. Christian cocked an inquiring eyebrow. “I want to suck your cock. There’s a motel down the street.” Steve turned, walking away in full confidence that his lover would follow him.
It took exactly fifteen minutes from the time Christian jumped up and followed Steve, he was pushing him down on the motel sucking Christian’s dick deep in his mouth. “Jesus Fucking Christ!” Christian moaned as he bucked under Steve’s talented mouth.
Steve pulled off just as he felt Christian’s balls start to tighten. Licking a wet trail up the pale gold chest stopping only to tease nipples. Steve licked the line of square jaw. His lips teased Christian’s ear. “I want to ride you baby. You want to feel my tight ass slid down your big thick dick?”
“Fuck, yes ride me, please, Steve.” Christian sat up capturing Steve’s lips his hands finding the swell of his ass.
Reaching down Steve fished the small bottle of lube from his jeans that were balled on the floor. He squirt some on Christian’s fingers and some on his own palm. He hissed just a little as long talented fingers slipped slowly inside him. Steve wrapped his hand around Christian’s hard cock coating it with lube. Lining the head with his stretched opening Steve sank down with a moan. The ride started at a slow canter building until Steve was white knuckled, holding the headboard while Christian bucked hard inside him. With a guttural shout Steve collapsed down into Christian’s welcoming arms.
“I love you baby.” “I love you too cowboy.”
Echo handed Naveen the stuffed backpack. It never failed to amaze him at the complete transformation in his lover from well dressed and manicured gentleman to hard soldier. Faded brownish-grey fatigues, combat boots, and khaki shirt over a green wife beater. His ink black curls in a tight ponytail.
“Come on, we don’t want to miss our ride to the boat. I want to be on the island at dusk.” Echo said picking up his own pack.
“Yes, sir boss.” Naveen said with a smirk, Echo hated when Naveen called him boss.
“I believe the fact that you are going with me to the island proves I am not the boss of you.” Echo said in all seriousness.
Naveen walked up to him so they were pressed chest to chest giving Echo a quick kiss. “You better never forget that lover.”
Jeff sat, feet propped on the porch rail, puffing on a cigar. Chad had taken everyone to their transportation destinations. So Jeff was for the first time since they had arrived on the island all alone. It was a solitude he had craved once upon a time. Before his very being was violated by the government he had fought to protect. They had changed the very foundation of Jeff’s life. Now he craved connection.
As pissed as he was about being used as unknowing guinea pig Jeff still had to say they had given him the most precious things in his life. Seven men who had become Jeff’s family. They had given him Chad Michael Murray. That boy made his blood sing more than any woman he had ever been with.
The attraction had surprised both of them when it started. They had a comrade, a brotherhood of service before the DNA exchange. Jeff had a soft spot for Chad and the mayhem that usually followed him around. His feelings were mostly that of an older brother toward Chad. Then after the first injection the need for the boy hit Jeff in the gut like a sucker punch. It had been the same for Chad.
Jensen had talked Jared into giving him the first injection before they boarded the plane in Buenos Aeries. They went into the men’s room slipping together into the handicap stall. Jared tried to distract Jensen from taking the injection. He kissed Jensen letting his hands run all over is body.
Pushing Jared back a little. “I know what you are trying to do big guy. It’s not going to work. You don’t help me I’ll just ask the next guy who walks in here too.”
“Fine!” Jared growled taking the syringe turning Jensen around.
Jensen reached up gripping the top of the stall bowing his head resting his forehead against the wall. Jared placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. Jensen hissed as he felt the sting of the needle going in. A hot rushing feeling rolled over him making Jensen feel flushed. Jared wrapping his arm around Jensen dropping the syringe into the toilet flushing it.
“Baby, how do you feel? Did I hurt you?” Jared asked kissing along Jensen’s neck.
“Hot, hot from the inside. Like the feeling you get when you start to get a buzz from drinking.” Jensen turned around looking into Jared’s eyes. He cupped that handsome face in his hands. “I feel you. Inside becoming part of me.” Jensen’s eyes lit up, a smile split his face.
“I have another part of me that is just dying to become part of your sweet tight ass.” the kiss was frantic. biting and licking.
Fingers tearing at clothes shoving and pushing it out of the way. Jensen shoved Jared down on the toilet seat. Turning so his back was against Jared’s chest. Jared lined his leaking cock with Jensen’s hole. Jensen sank down slowly. Grabbing Jared’s hand bring the long fingers to his mouth sucking a digit deep into his mouth. His hips piston up and down Jared’s cock hitting his prostate until Jensen screamed his release.
“Flight 402 for Miami will be begin boarding at gate 32.” a heavily accented voice announced.
“Shit! We better get moving or we will miss our flight.” Jensen said dropping his head back on Jared’s shoulder.
TBC>>>>>>>>>