Black as Night. Red as Cherries.
Title: Black as Night. Red as Cherries.
Part Nine
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 1,168
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warnings: Violence, Extended Warnings
Notes: About half an hour ago. The phrase "black as night. red as cherries." interrupted me when I was thinking about what would happen in "Dark Intentions". This is a result a simple phrase being pulled from my mind.
Summary: Jared Padalecki meets the cool and tough bike rider, Jensen Ackles, strangely enough in the library. They go from being strangers, to friends, to lovers. Now, can they both escape the half-breeds that threaten Jared?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| | Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| | Part 6| | Part 7| | Part 8| |Part 9|
Its six months since Jensen watched the man he loved die in his arms. Six months after he watched as Eliza burst into flames. Later, Mike would tell him how God punished her for her betrayal, but Jensen would only half listen. He knew from Alex what the half-breeds had wanted from Jared. He knew that some high power wanted to take Jared’s own power and use it to destroy the world. What he didn’t know was that it was an angel.
He knew that angels was allowed to do as they pleased on their own time, that as long as they didn’t betray their God that they could do basically anything. It was the only free will that was granted to them. He never would have thought an angel, who hated humanity with everything of their being, would take the love he felt from Jared away.
Chris had tried to get Jensen to go back to work, stating that the world still needed saving, but it didn’t matter to Jensen anymore, so he stayed in the safe house that Jared was supposed to have been in that fateful day when Jensen’s life went to hell. Besides, after the betrayal from inside the crew, he didn’t completely trust everyone like he used to. He didn’t think even if they found out who sold Jared and him out, he would be able to return; his heart and soul no longer belonged there.
Jensen was currently sitting in the floor, his back against the couch and his hand wrapped around a bottle of cheap whiskey he had went out the previous day and bought. With a quarter of the amber liquid left, and feeling no numbness, he gets pissed and hauls the bottle across the room, and watches as the liquid runs down the wall and spreads out on the hard wood floor. Grabbing the small waste basket from the corner of the room, he slowly ambles across the floor, crouching in front of the mess, and picking up the shards of his belief irrationality that’s become his life.
As he picks up one of the bigger pieces of glass, a knock on the front door echoes throughout the house. “Fuck!” Jensen yells as he drops the now crimson stained piece of bottle. Holding his finger tightly to stop the sting and the blood flow, he makes his way towards the entryway.
“What the hell…” he confusingly asks; his voice fading as he begins to doubt his own mentality.
“Jen…” Jared whispers, voice light as the wind and enticing as it ever was. He takes a step forward, raises his arm, placing his hand around the back of Jensen’s neck and tilts his head down for a gentle kiss that they both have missed. Jared’s tongue teasing at Jensen’s bottom lip, trying to gain entrance until Jared realizes that Jensen isn’t kissing him back. “Jensen,” he whispers, eyes staring into the emerald fire of Jensen’s, “Are you okay?”
Like a slap bringing a sleeping man awake Jensen touches Jared’s cheek, “I saw you die.” He murmurs as tears flow from his eyes, and his cut finger leaves streaks of red on Jared’s face.
“I did.” Jared confirms, “But I got another chance, another life, if you’ll have me.” Jared speaks as if a prayer.
“Another life?” Jensen questions, still in a daze, staring at the breathing form of love.
“Yeah,” Jared tells him. He takes Jensen’s hand, looking at the cut finger and brings it to his lips where he lays a gentle kiss over the cut. “God needed a new Zerachiel,” he barely speaks as he examines the now healed finger.
“You’re an angel now?” Jensen asks, his eyes staring into the eyes of Jared watching his head nod up and down. “Then why didn’t you come sooner?” his voice laced with hurt, barely managing to keep it from breaking.
“I’m so sorry,” the taller man hastily replies, “but I had to prove myself faithful to God, but I’m here now, and I never stopped watching over you. Forgive me for not coming sooner?” Jared begs softly.
“Another life,” Jensen states, as he steps backwards, his hand still wrapped in Jared’s, as he pulls him towards the bedroom.
The two lovers lie on the bed, staring at each other after shedding their clothes when they made it inside the room. “I love you.” Jared breathes across the older man’s lips before he closes the short distance and presses his lips to Jensen’s. This time when his tongue slide across Jensen’s bottom lip, the shorter man parts his lips and let’s Jared in. Jared lets his tongue tangle with Jensen’s as his hands form small circles across his chest. “Make love to me?” he questions between the slow kisses and tingling bites. Jared pulls away from Jensen and meets his eyes, “Please?”
“You don’t have to ask,” Jensen tells the younger man as he moves them around so he could get to the lube that had been in the nightstand since the day before Jared was supposed to have made it to the safe house. Jensen slips between Jared’s parted legs after squeezing lube onto his fingers. He once more seals his lips to Jared’s as he lets his middle finger circle Jared’s entrance, teasing him before he slips it past the ring of muscles, causing Jared to arch upwards, whining wanting more. One finger soon becomes three and after much stretching Jensen removes his fingers, opens the condom, slipping it on, before he positions himself once more between the spread legs, this time his dick nudging at Jared’s entrance.
“Jensen,” Jared pleads, trying to press down and let Jensen slip in as he craves Jensen’s touch. With a gentle laugh Jensen slowly presses in, hissing at the tightness surrounding him as Jared whimpers and moves beneath him. The pace is slow, a constant push and pull of gentle rocks as Jensen’s lips move across the sweat dampened skin of his younger lover. “Please,” Jared begs through his pants, his head moving from side to side as Jensen drives him crazy with the slow thrusts, “touch me.”
Jensen wraps his right hand around Jared’s neglected cock, and with four pulls, seals his lips over Jared’s as the taller man comes with a scream. Jensen’s thrusts become faster and more erratic as he reaches his own climax after Jared’s muscles tightened and convulsed around his pulsing shaft.
Jensen slowly pulls out of Jared, kissing his chest when the younger man hisses through the discomfort. He disposes of the rubber before he falls beside Jared and wraps his arms around the still slightly damp skin as he places a kiss behind the taller man’s ear, “I love you Jay,” he whispers like a promise.
“Love you too.” Jared mumbles as he closes his eyes, finally able to sleep as peace settles in his soul.
“Are you staying?” Jensen asks, fearing the worse.
“Forever,” Jared replies as he finally drifts off to sleep.
That's the end guys, I do have a fic I'm working on that's set in the future but I honestly have no idea when it'll be finished.
Part Nine
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 1,168
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warnings: Violence, Extended Warnings
Notes: About half an hour ago. The phrase "black as night. red as cherries." interrupted me when I was thinking about what would happen in "Dark Intentions". This is a result a simple phrase being pulled from my mind.
Summary: Jared Padalecki meets the cool and tough bike rider, Jensen Ackles, strangely enough in the library. They go from being strangers, to friends, to lovers. Now, can they both escape the half-breeds that threaten Jared?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| | Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| | Part 6| | Part 7| | Part 8| |Part 9|
Its six months since Jensen watched the man he loved die in his arms. Six months after he watched as Eliza burst into flames. Later, Mike would tell him how God punished her for her betrayal, but Jensen would only half listen. He knew from Alex what the half-breeds had wanted from Jared. He knew that some high power wanted to take Jared’s own power and use it to destroy the world. What he didn’t know was that it was an angel.
He knew that angels was allowed to do as they pleased on their own time, that as long as they didn’t betray their God that they could do basically anything. It was the only free will that was granted to them. He never would have thought an angel, who hated humanity with everything of their being, would take the love he felt from Jared away.
Chris had tried to get Jensen to go back to work, stating that the world still needed saving, but it didn’t matter to Jensen anymore, so he stayed in the safe house that Jared was supposed to have been in that fateful day when Jensen’s life went to hell. Besides, after the betrayal from inside the crew, he didn’t completely trust everyone like he used to. He didn’t think even if they found out who sold Jared and him out, he would be able to return; his heart and soul no longer belonged there.
Jensen was currently sitting in the floor, his back against the couch and his hand wrapped around a bottle of cheap whiskey he had went out the previous day and bought. With a quarter of the amber liquid left, and feeling no numbness, he gets pissed and hauls the bottle across the room, and watches as the liquid runs down the wall and spreads out on the hard wood floor. Grabbing the small waste basket from the corner of the room, he slowly ambles across the floor, crouching in front of the mess, and picking up the shards of his belief irrationality that’s become his life.
As he picks up one of the bigger pieces of glass, a knock on the front door echoes throughout the house. “Fuck!” Jensen yells as he drops the now crimson stained piece of bottle. Holding his finger tightly to stop the sting and the blood flow, he makes his way towards the entryway.
“What the hell…” he confusingly asks; his voice fading as he begins to doubt his own mentality.
“Jen…” Jared whispers, voice light as the wind and enticing as it ever was. He takes a step forward, raises his arm, placing his hand around the back of Jensen’s neck and tilts his head down for a gentle kiss that they both have missed. Jared’s tongue teasing at Jensen’s bottom lip, trying to gain entrance until Jared realizes that Jensen isn’t kissing him back. “Jensen,” he whispers, eyes staring into the emerald fire of Jensen’s, “Are you okay?”
Like a slap bringing a sleeping man awake Jensen touches Jared’s cheek, “I saw you die.” He murmurs as tears flow from his eyes, and his cut finger leaves streaks of red on Jared’s face.
“I did.” Jared confirms, “But I got another chance, another life, if you’ll have me.” Jared speaks as if a prayer.
“Another life?” Jensen questions, still in a daze, staring at the breathing form of love.
“Yeah,” Jared tells him. He takes Jensen’s hand, looking at the cut finger and brings it to his lips where he lays a gentle kiss over the cut. “God needed a new Zerachiel,” he barely speaks as he examines the now healed finger.
“You’re an angel now?” Jensen asks, his eyes staring into the eyes of Jared watching his head nod up and down. “Then why didn’t you come sooner?” his voice laced with hurt, barely managing to keep it from breaking.
“I’m so sorry,” the taller man hastily replies, “but I had to prove myself faithful to God, but I’m here now, and I never stopped watching over you. Forgive me for not coming sooner?” Jared begs softly.
“Another life,” Jensen states, as he steps backwards, his hand still wrapped in Jared’s, as he pulls him towards the bedroom.
The two lovers lie on the bed, staring at each other after shedding their clothes when they made it inside the room. “I love you.” Jared breathes across the older man’s lips before he closes the short distance and presses his lips to Jensen’s. This time when his tongue slide across Jensen’s bottom lip, the shorter man parts his lips and let’s Jared in. Jared lets his tongue tangle with Jensen’s as his hands form small circles across his chest. “Make love to me?” he questions between the slow kisses and tingling bites. Jared pulls away from Jensen and meets his eyes, “Please?”
“You don’t have to ask,” Jensen tells the younger man as he moves them around so he could get to the lube that had been in the nightstand since the day before Jared was supposed to have made it to the safe house. Jensen slips between Jared’s parted legs after squeezing lube onto his fingers. He once more seals his lips to Jared’s as he lets his middle finger circle Jared’s entrance, teasing him before he slips it past the ring of muscles, causing Jared to arch upwards, whining wanting more. One finger soon becomes three and after much stretching Jensen removes his fingers, opens the condom, slipping it on, before he positions himself once more between the spread legs, this time his dick nudging at Jared’s entrance.
“Jensen,” Jared pleads, trying to press down and let Jensen slip in as he craves Jensen’s touch. With a gentle laugh Jensen slowly presses in, hissing at the tightness surrounding him as Jared whimpers and moves beneath him. The pace is slow, a constant push and pull of gentle rocks as Jensen’s lips move across the sweat dampened skin of his younger lover. “Please,” Jared begs through his pants, his head moving from side to side as Jensen drives him crazy with the slow thrusts, “touch me.”
Jensen wraps his right hand around Jared’s neglected cock, and with four pulls, seals his lips over Jared’s as the taller man comes with a scream. Jensen’s thrusts become faster and more erratic as he reaches his own climax after Jared’s muscles tightened and convulsed around his pulsing shaft.
Jensen slowly pulls out of Jared, kissing his chest when the younger man hisses through the discomfort. He disposes of the rubber before he falls beside Jared and wraps his arms around the still slightly damp skin as he places a kiss behind the taller man’s ear, “I love you Jay,” he whispers like a promise.
“Love you too.” Jared mumbles as he closes his eyes, finally able to sleep as peace settles in his soul.
“Are you staying?” Jensen asks, fearing the worse.
“Forever,” Jared replies as he finally drifts off to sleep.
That's the end guys, I do have a fic I'm working on that's set in the future but I honestly have no idea when it'll be finished.