Fic: L'homme Vaudou (3/8)
Jared waited until he couldn’t hear Jensen moving about in his room before he went to his ‘storage room’. He’d lied to Jensen about what it was for. In reality, it was his work room. He was always reluctant to tell new people that he was a voodoo practitioner. They either looked at him funny and stopped hanging around him, or else they nagged him to create spells for them that would make them rich or hex someone they were angry at. He didn’t work that way, so it was just easier not to tell them.
Jared flipped the light switch and the soft glow of low table lamps greeted him. The room was painted in a soft pewter, its sheen burnished under the lamp light. He’d refinished the hardwood floor himself, etching a permanent summoning circle into the grain.
His altar was set to one side. He’d used an old cast iron table with a glass top and set it up with candles and brass bowls. On the opposite wall, a small closet was filled with supplies; more candles of different colors, altar cloths, dried herbs, alcohol to offer the spirits, ceremonial robes.
Tonight he took out a small bottle of pink champagne, a crystal flute, some macaroons, several different herbs, and white candles. He quickly undressed and slipped on a deep red silk robe, leaving it unbelted. His cock and balls hung freely and the thought of what he was about to do made his dick begin to plump.
Stepping to his altar, Jared poured a measure of avocado oil into one of the brass bowls. Then he added cardamom, inhaling its pungent scent, followed by cattail, damiana, crushed rose petals and followed it up with several drops of hyacinth oil. He stirred it with a yew wand and murmured a simple spell under his breath.
Once done, he dipped his fingers in the bowl and massaged his body with the oils. He spread it over his chest and stomach, paying attention to his nipples and the cut of his hip, before moving down to his thighs and ending finally with his cock and balls.
Now anointed and prepared, he set the white candles, champagne, flute and macaroons, as well as a poppet, a pin and a piece of paper in the middle of the circle. He knelt and lit the candles with a quick spell and centered his thoughts on his desire.
Jared took the pin and pricked his finger until blood welled up. On the paper he wrote Jensen’s name and birthdate, dipping the pin back into his blood as it dried on the tip. He then pinned the paper to the poppet to focus his intention on Jensen.
Closing his eyes, he began his ritual by calling up Papa Legba to give the Mistress Erzulie Freda safe passage. He waited a few moments before opening the champagne and pouring it into the flute. Holding it up to the East, West, North, and South points of the compass, he chanted, “Mistress Erzulie Freda, please come drink with me.”
Trading the champagne for the macaroons, Jared repeated the ritual, this time chanting “Mistress Erzulie Freda, please come eat with me.”
Jared felt the temperature in the room change--the Loa was near. A subtle scent of rose and lavender wafted through the room and he felt the spirit settle upon him.
I am here, sweet boy. What is it you seek?. Her voice was wonderfully smooth, like dark velvet. Jared could feel her smile as she recognized him.
“I seek the spirit of he who is pinned.” The paper pinned to the poppet moved as if someone held it to read.
He is close, yes?. Jared nodded. Why you seek him?
“I want him.” Jared was blunt. From the moment he saw Jensen in Jeff’s office, he lusted for him. Asking Mistress Erzulie for help would just keep Jensen close enough for Jared to get to know him and possibly work some magic if he needed it.
Dis man, you want to fuck ‘im or love ‘im? Jared chuckled. Leave it to the Loa to get down to brass tacks.
“Definitely fuck. Love? Maybe,” he said truthfully. He didn’t want to anger the Loa or things could backfire very badly.
Hmmmm. He could feel her waver and Jared knew he needed to make a stronger offering to tempt the Loa.
“He is in the next room. I can let you see him.” Jared was taking a chance leaving the circle while being host to a Loa. But his desire for Jensen, anyway he could have him, was worth the risk.
He felt her interest pique. Take me to ‘im.
Jared stood up, swaying a bit as he got his balance. He left the work room and moved sinuously to the room where Jensen lay asleep. Creaking the door open slightly, he saw Jensen on the bed on top of the sheets.
He was beautiful. The Loa hummed in pleasure as Jared swept his eyes down the curve of Jensen’s back. In the shadow of the bathroom light, Jensen’s skin had a low sheen that cried out to be touched. His hair was mussed, like he had just finished having sex. His ass, encased in black boxer briefs, was firm and round. Jared could feel Mistress Erzulie’s interest.
He is beautiful.. Jared moved closer to Jensen, inhaling his scent, a mix of woodsy bath soap and citrus shampoo. I will give him to you.
The breeze from earlier picked up again, this time with a sense of want and longing. Jared shuddered as he saw Jensen wrinkle his nose and roll over onto his back
Feel him want you..
Lust swept over Jared as Jensen’s hand twitched on the bed. Jared gasped when he felt a firm grip squeeze on his cock, but there was no one touching it. He backed up against the wall for stability as that firm grip moved up and down, jacking him slowly. Jared knew it was the Loa but he imagined it was Jensen.
Jensen moaned and shifted on the bed, his dick pushing prominently against his boxers. It was obvious he was feeling what Jared was feeling, even though he was still asleep.
Jared let the waves of desire wash over him. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Jensen’s hand touching him so intimately. Moments later, the movement stopped to be replaced by a warm wet mouth. Startled, Jared opened his eyes to still see nothing, but the feeling was unfortunately still there; warm and moist, a tongue swiping up the bottom of his cock to engulf the head, sucking and lapping right under the head to make his dick strain for more.
Jensen was undulating on the bed, fucking up into an invisible lover, his face contorted with lust. Jared thrust forward into the imaginary mouth in tempo with Jensen’s movements, almost as though they were fucking the same person. Jared shuddered at the thought.
Suddenly, Jensen froze, coming with a shout and darkening the front of his boxers. Jared’s pleasure stopped immediately and he felt his body being pulled back towards his work room.
Cock aching, he stumbled back into the room, shutting the door and falling to his knees.
He is good, yes? You goin’ to like very much.. Mistress Erzulie’s voice was satisfied. He is marked for you now.
“Thank you,” Jared said breathlessly. He reached out mentally and felt the mark Mistress Erzulie put on Jensen’s soul. He sensed her beginning to fade, so he called on Papa Legba to give her safe passage. Once she was gone, he slumped on the floor. His dick was still hard but he wasn’t going to do anything about it in the workroom.
Blowing out the candles, he left everything else to clean up later. Jared slowly got to his feet, belted the robe and exited his workroom. Quietly he headed through his bedroom to the bathroom and shucked off the robe. He hung it up on a peg, then turned on his shower to almost scalding.
Standing under the heat, he let the water wash off the oils on his skin. He’d thought of Jensen; how beautiful he looked in the throes of passion. He couldn’t wait to see Jensen like that underneath him, his body undulating, hearing his moans of pleasure.
Jared took his cock in his hand and let the image play out in his head as the water cascaded over his shoulders.
Jensen woke with a shout. He didn’t know how long he’d been asleep, but he had been in the midst of an intensely erotic dream, which ended when he’d come in his boxers like a teenager. And of course the dream starred none other than Jared. He’d dreamt that Jared came into his room wearing nothing but a red silk robe and smelling wonderful. His body was sculpted, pecs and abs tight, a hint of the cut of his hip, a treasure trail of short hair leading directly to his cock.
Oh god, Jared’s cock. Jensen shuddered, remembering how large and ruddy it was. He’d dreamt that cock was in his hand and he was stroking it, feeling the firmness, the drops of precome dripping from the tip.
He couldn’t help himself, he had to taste what Jared was offering and so he slipped Jared’s cock into his mouth, moaning at the taste. Sliding it up and down in his mouth, Jensen sucked on the tip and tongued under the head, relishing how it throbbed under his ministrations.
The culmination came when he felt Jared’s body on top of him, riding Jensen’s’ dick. Thrusting up and down, feeling the tightness of Jared’s hole. It didn’t take him long to come with the shout that woke him up.
He sat up and swung his feet over the side of the bed. Cleaning up was in order, so he padded over to the bathroom. Dropping his boxers, he grabbed a washcloth, wet it, and wiped himself down. Feeling better, if not clean, Jensen rummaged through his bag for sleep pants and t-shirt. His dream left him parched so he headed out into the kitchen for a bottle of water. He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle, cracking it open and drinking deeply. A breath, then a second gulp and the water was gone. He dropped the empty into the recycle bin and padded back towards his room.
Jared’s bedroom door was ajar and something compelled Jensen to push it open ever farther. Jared wasn’t in his bed, but Jensen heard the shower running. Without a thought he moved further into the room until he stopped outside the French doors leading into the bathroom.
Jensen forgot to breathe when he saw Jared, gloriously naked under the shower spray. He was exactly as Jensen dreamed. Taut hips, sculpted chest and waist. Legs for days. Jensen couldn’t take his eyes off of him.
Jared had one hand on the shower wall. The other hand was on his cock, moving lazily up and down. His dick was beautiful, as thick and flushed as Jensen remembered from his erotic dream. Jensen licked his lips with the memory of the imaginary cock in his mouth and wished that he’d had the real thing.
He watched as Jared fisted his dick, moving faster and faster until he arched his back and came, semen spraying all over the wall in front of him.
Jensen must have made a sound because suddenly Jared turned his head and saw him. They locked eyes, Jensen’s wide and startled, Jared’s languid and sated. They stayed like that for what felt like forever until Jared grinned knowingly at him and gave his cock a few more strokes.
The spell broken, Jensen quickly turned and fled to his room. Getting back into bed, he couldn’t believe he had watched Jared jack off. How was that going to affect tomorrow? How was he going to be able to face Jared? Jensen was embarrassed and turned on at the same time. The mature respectable person in him couldn't believe he had spied on Jared that way. The lustful side of him had been one step away from joining Jared in the shower.
As he puzzled through the conundrum, Jensen’s eyes drifted shut and he fell asleep.
The next morning, Jensen woke up to the smell of coffee. He stretched, a smile on his face until he remembered what had happened last night.
Shit.
He flushed, embarrassed. How was he going to face Jared?
The decision was taken out of his hands by Jared knocking on the door, then pushing it open, two mugs of coffee in his hands.
“Hey, thought you could use a starter.” Jared walked in and placed one of the mugs on the night stand. “It’s just a wake-me-up until we can get breakfast at Café du Monde. You haven’t visited New Orleans until you’ve had their beignets and coffee.”
Jared’s easy way and smile set Jensen at ease. They weren’t going to talk about what happened last night, at least not immediately, but it wasn’t going to affect their interaction. “Thanks.” Jensen took a sip of the coffee and groaned. “Damn, that’s good.”
“It’s amazing what a Keurig can do,” Jared replied with a chuckle. “It’s not coffee snob level, but it’ll do.”
“It’s hot and caffeinated, that’s all that matters.” Jensen took another drink and placed the cup back on the nightstand. A part of him was shocked at the fact that there they were, in Jensen’s bedroom, conversing like this was a normal everyday occurrence. There was another part, though, that was pleased with the easiness between then--the intimacy, for lack of a better word..
“Okay, so what’s the plan for today?” Jensen got out of bed and went to his duffle, pulling out some jeans, a pair of boxer briefs and a Henley.
“I thought after you called the cab company about your wallet, we would get an Uber to the university, pick up my bike, retrieve your wallet and then head out to the Café.” Jared picked up Jensen’s cup. “Get dressed, I’ll grab my spare helmet and we’ll head out.”
A short time later they found themselves at the University. Jared needed to get his helmet in his office, so they stopped by the Anthropology Department.
“Hey Sabine,” Jared greeted her with a hug.
“Oh Jared. I’m glad I saw you.” Sabine came around the desk and hugged Jared. “The police were here looking for you. Did you hear that Mackenzie Ackles is missing too?”
“Yeah, I did.” Jared gestured to Jensen. “This is Jensen Ackles, Mackenzie’s brother.”
“Oh my god.” Jensen was startled when Sabine hugged him. “‘I’m so sorry! What happened?” She asked.
“We don’t know.” Jensen replied as she let him go. “I’ve filed a missing persons’ report, but we don’t know if there is anything new yet.”
“And it seems that I’m the last person who saw her the night she disappeared,” Jared commented wryly. “So I need to talk to the police, I guess.”
“Oh no.” Sabine sucked in a breath. “You don’t think it has anything to do with Jeff’s disappearance, do you?”
“No clue.” Jensen tried not to think in that direction, but it all seemed too coincidental. “We’ll see what the police say.”
“Listen, if the police call back, tell them I’ll call them as soon as I’m free,” Jared said, ducking into his office to get his helmet. “Can you have Trey cover my Intro to Anthropology classes this afternoon? They’re reviewing and taking a pre-test so he doesn’t have to do anything but keep them on track.”
“Where are you going to be?” Sabine asked, a worried look on her face.
“I’ll be with Jensen--kind of a tour guide. I’m going to have to talk to the police at some point today, so it’ll be best to have my schedule clear.” Jared hugged her. “I’ll be fine but call me if anything comes up. And I’ll keep you posted too.”
“Okay. Be safe.” Jensen saw her look at him worriedly, and smiled as Jared winked at her.
“I always am. Later.”
They headed to the parking garage to get Jared’s bike, stopped off to pick up Jensen’s wallet, and soon they were seated at the famous Café du Monde with a plate of beignets and a pot of chicory coffee in front of them.
“So, you’re the investigator here. What should we do first?” Jared asked, leaning back in his seat.
Jensen laughed. “You know you’re still a potential suspect until the police prove otherwise.” He laughed louder as Jared made a face at him.
“Do you really think I did something to Mackenzie?” Jared gazed at him frankly, almost daring Jensen to say yes.
“My gut is telling me no, but as you said last night, I want proof of my faith.” Jensen took a sip of his coffee.
“Ah, so you were listening last night.” Jared broke off a bit of the pastry and popped it in his mouth. “Seriously though, would I be spending time with you if I had done something to hurt your sister?”
“It would make for a great cover, but no.” Jensen studied Jared as he ate. “You may be some things, but dishonest doesn’t feel like one of them. So no, I don’t think you did something to hurt Mackenzie.” He sighed. “I just wish I knew who did and why.”
Jensen’s phone interrupted his train of thought. “Ackles.”
”Jensen, It’s Steven Williams. The detective’s voice sounded tinny over the phone and Jensen could hear noises in the background.
“Detective Williams, what can I do for you?” Jensen’s eyes caught Jared as Jared straightened up in his chair.
I’m looking into your sister’s disappearance. We’ve got a lead. It seems one of the professors, a Jared Padalecki, took your sister home the night she disappeared. We are trying to contact him now.”
“Really? Well I happen to know where he is.” Jensen winked at Jared.
”Damn it, boy. You work fast.” Jensen heard Williams chuckle. “How about bringing him down to the precinct and we can question him?”
“Instead of the precinct, how about you meet us at Mackenzie’s apartment? Jared can walk you through what happened that night.” Jared nodded at Jensen’s statement. “You haven’t gone through her place yet, have you?”
”No, in fact we were going to head over there in about a half hour. We can meet there.”. Jensen heard Williams pause. ”You don’t think he did it, do you.”. Williams wasn’t asking Jensen a question.
“Honestly, I don’t, but he may be able to help us figure out who did.” Jensen dug out his wallet and tossed some bills on the table to cover the check. “We’ll be there shortly.”
”See you soon.”. Williams ended the call.
“Thank you.” Jared stood and picked up one of the helmets.
“For what?” Jensen began to wind his way through the crowded tables.
“For having faith in me.” Jared was close behind him, and his breath on Jensen’s neck made him shudder.
“Don’t prove me wrong.” Jensen threw back at Jared. Please God, don’t prove me wrong.
On to Chapter 4