Title: Rules of Engagement Writer: dishonestdreams Alternate links: AO3 Status of work: complete Characters and/or pairings: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read]BDSM, d/s, enforced consent (hooker!fic), bondage, toys, orgasm denial, spanking, knifeplay, secondary character death, character assassination of well-known names, violence, drug use. Seriously, ladies and gentleman, this is a fairly dark, nasty, kinky hooker!fic with a very nasty Jared in place. Bear that in mind before reading. Length: 37,000 Summary: Jensen Ackles is a high class hooker, working for one of the most prestigious and discreet escort agencies in the continental US. Jared Padalecki is a rich and ruthless businessman, the biggest thing the computing industry has seen in over a decade. He seems like just another entry in the long line of selfish assholes that Jensen caters to on a daily basis and, when Jared engages Jensen as his companion for a three month stretch, Jensen assumes it will be just another job. He couldn't have been more wrong.
Reccer's notes: No fairytale hooker!fic here, but an awesome, riveting story/verse, well worth the read. The look inside Jensen's head as he is shaped and moulded by Jared is so desperate and fierce you can't look away. And an evil!Jared is a shivery sight to behold. There seem to be no depths that Jared won't sink to to claim Jensen body and soul. [Short excerpt]Jensen Ackles was a hooker.
Oh, that wasn’t what The Company called it. They marketed themselves as an elitist escort agency, catering to society’s brightest and best; the ones who didn’t have the time to invest in the social intricacies involved in finding, seducing and securing real live partners and hooker didn’t really fit in well with that image. They preferred terms like escort, companion or, Jensen’s personal favourite, social assistant. They even had a brochure, one of those thick-paged, glossy ones, which highlighted all of the practical benefits involved in hiring rather than seducing your date for the evening. Jensen didn’t operate under any illusions though. What the brochure didn’t mention was the extras, the nasty, sordid little things that a client could pay to have happen behind closed doors. Like every other ‘employee’ he was more than aware of rule number one: Put out, or get out.