Roses In The Sand
WARNING:ITS MY FIRST FANFIC EVER. PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT IF YOU LIKE IT <3
Title: Roses In The Sand
Author: EtherEve
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5682
Summary: Jensen is an assassin, Jared is the crown prince of a rich empire called Castiel in a far away desert. The assassin is sent to murder the future king. In a world of war, humiliation and politics, the unexpected happens.
Chapter 1
“Every day above ground is a good day,” Jensen Ackles muttered frustration emphasizing the hoarseness in his voice. All the while he was crawling through a dark tunnel, dredging through sludge and rock. Talking to himself was the only comfort he had here, amidst the putrid smells of sewage, sounds of scurrying rats and god know what else.
It had taken years of training from martial arts, sword fighting, alchemy, hand to hand combat, meticulous study of languages and complex equations - anything you could think of. He was the perfect weapon, the most dangerous assassin. A reputation upstanding for over a decade. In fact, he was feared for his cold calculating manner. Several times he had singled handily taken out twenty federal councils, top-ranking military officials and evaded any who tried to stop him.
Yes, this conquest would be no different. He had a mark and there would be zero room for error. Yes, his days were numbered, the crown prince of the empire Padalecki.
****
“The bath has been prepared your eminence,” an attendant curtsied, she was a stout young woman no older than fifteen.
“How dare you interrupt me!”Jared roared at her. She jumped startled in her frayed white dress. Draped in a golden cloak and writing in elegant ink, the crown prince labored and worked with pride and arrogance, "Be gone at once!”
The maid lent back as in fear of being struck and then quickly scampered away. The crown prince scowled after her. He would never hit a maiden! Sure he had lashed out at times. Pushed one once or twice whilst they dressed him and their fingers had trailed on his bare chest for too long. Not hit them. However, he also knew that is how things were. ‘Princes have to be perfect’ of course, anything otherwise could turn into a malicious rumor.
There was a sound knock on his door and a guard peeped his head in,
"Sir, your transport awaits for your crowning and masquerade."
“Are you an inbred? Tell them to wait !”
Who had allowed these servants to be so bold he mused. Of course, they would wait, noblemen and ladies of the court would wait for eons if he snapped his fingers. He was the prince and he liked the power, only thing good about any of this he remarked.
His life compromised of years of warring, months of hard work providing counsel and long days scribing taxes or signing law regimes. He was worn out, tired and bitter.
***
Jensen lifted himself up through the enclosure with a deep gasp. Finally fresh air. Just as he stood on his feet a hooded figure in black approached him.
"Here, quickly!” assassin grabbed the cloth thrust on him and encased himself entirely, “We have to move..."
The perks of infiltrating a desert colony - all here favored covering their heads and mouths due to the dust and gusty winds, therefore disguise came easily. They hadn’t been on the road for long when Jensen peeped muffled sounds from afar.
“Were you followed?"He tensed and his faceless accomplice stilled.
“I don’t know, ” the man replied and Jensen sighed.
"It's too dangerous," his accomplice nodded, “ divert to the left and me to the right and let’s regroup at north.”
***
Chapter 2
“The minister of affairs of one country called Onraj requests your audience later during the ceremony,” his adviser inquired.
“Who?” Jared scoffed, “some puny unknown official." Wretched countries were always groveling for his favor.
“Yet it may be considered rude or called discourteous to refuse. Your eminence,” the advisor pressed cautiously. No doubt nearly wetting himself.
Jared had done his best to learn the ropes, politics, economics and the military strategies. Once upon a time, he had thought he would be different. Kind, fair and even patient. To many, he had it all, the heir to the country Castiel in the deep dusky deserts. Protected from all by harsh sands, rich in gold, trade, and maidens. Once upon a time, he had been naive. Although all the rumors were not all true, they were definitely true in part. His heart was cold and his unforgiving nature was feared by all.
***
Jensen felt his heart beating in his ears and wetted his lips as he adjusted his drapes to assume the look of a nearby-empire royalty. He couldn’t wait.
The Padaleckis could groom the country well but even their own countrymen shuddered as they spoke of the King's anger. His successor the prince would be much worse. Countrymen behind their quarters called him troubled, 'the stone prince'. A soon to be cruel King. Jensen may have been getting paid for this but he would do it for free if he could. He would have the young Padaleckis head if it was the last thing he did.
***
Mystical music played, soft flutes and wind chimes as attendees danced and feasted. Jared sighed bitterly. No bemusement for him.
“Bring them forth,” he waved his hand pompously.
He watched as a tall veiled figure loitered in with royal guards flanking him on either side.
***
Jensen hadn’t been expecting this. This was by far the worst case scenario. Of course, they wouldn’t have been so simplistic in granting him an audience. Across the room in thrones sat five broad figures in red chiffon. With identical clothing and identical veils; all one could make of their faces were their eyes.
“ I request an audience with THE crown prince .”
The first of the five replied in a heavy accent, "The identity of the crown prince cannot be revealed. His eminence is indeed amongst us and therefore any requests granted by us is perfectly legal and official."
“May I ask why he cannot be revealed?” Jensen strained to keep the frustration out of his voice. He had calculated that he could kill the prince and a few guards before running out of time to escape through a secret route in the left corner of this very room. However, he had to kill the actual prince or this lineage of cruelty would continue.
The second of the five remarked almost playfully, “The prince is our future King from this day onwards.for his safety of course,”
“But, have the countrymen not seen the prince before ?”
“You ask a lot of questions," an adviser spoke out as the third 'prince' in line followed the assassin with watery brown eyes . Another official pursed his lips and squinted deliberately.
Shit.
Jensen had to think quickly. There were about 50 guards in the room. He could have easily fought them all but by the time he had fought these, more would be coming through the door. The best plan would be to kill the prince and flee-
“I request one thing,” Jensen discerned, the king and queen were known to have blue eyes, the chances of a brown-eyed prince were slim. The heavy accent? No way. A prince would have had that thoroughly schooled out of him. The prince had to be the second, fourth or fifth man. It was a whim but all he had. The assassin swiftly brought out three flying daggers, two pointed at the last two and one at the second potential prince. When he heard the gasps and murmurs of alarm he knew. It was good a guess. But whom exactly? Guards with long spears sprang forward from the doors slowly surrounding him.
“Anyone so much as moves another inch - I swear to the Gods within seconds I’ll have their throats!“
Should he kill all three? They had sent him, only the best, the most ruthless to end the Padaleckis...Jensen mused to himself, yes the ends justify the means. Sacrifices would have to be made, as long as he walked out this night with the crown prince’s head. With perfect dexterity, he spun a knife ready to launch when one of the guards lunged forward.
“Ackles !”
Jensen froze in surprise when he a familiar voice. It was the hooded figure who had helped him.
“ Who the fuck summoned you! I have this under control!”
“I came to warn you it’s too dangerous at north, we’ve been had" as his accomplice replied another guard launched at Jensen knocking all three daggers off him. The idiot.
Time had run out.
Jensen ran forward grabbing two of the potential princes on either side by their necks. it wouldn’t be too long before people heard the commotion and came into this parlor. His accomplice grabbed the last of the potentials, spear still in hand .“ Move! To the corner! ” Jensen screamed, savagely kicking one of man he had in a chokehold and sending him forwards.
***
Chapter 3
His head was pounding where it had been hit and something wet trickled down his neck. Jared couldn’t see, the surroundings were dark and his veil sagged obscuring his eyes.
He could hear footsteps coming towards him,“ Who is the crown prince?!”
A flurry of punches rained on him. Blunt hard forces shattering through his bone. The world felt like it was spinning around him. Something wet in his mouth? It was blood.
***
This had turned out better than he had ever imagined. Jensen now had the crown prince. The only thing better than killing him. He would break as many bones it took to source Intel and information. Not only could the lineage be destroyed but the whole forsaken empire and their allies. However, it had been weeks already and he had made little leeway towards this endeavour.
The prisoners weren’t talking.
The assassin paced around the room knuckles taut around a steel contraption, “You’re tough little tyrants ain't you? Bet you when I rip your goddamn nails off you’ll be a little more cooperative."
Hours of torture. The prisoners had made loud screams and groans the type most people never hear grown men making. Yet, to no avail. Shit.
Maybe these were the wrong men. He could leave them in cells rotting away or keep pushing and hope one of them would break.
***
“Listen, I don’t know anything about military personnel,” Jared heard Gabriel plead weakly. He was telling the truth, a mere scholar who knew about balancing accounts and taxes but little else.
A loyal confidante to the crown, bleeding and screaming in agony and none of it his fault.
As for his army general Michael well, Michael just wept silently taking the torture nonchalantly. Loyal to a fault. Neither deserved this.
Jared contemplated he could have said it was him, he could have - but he just wanted to protect his empire. Or was that just a lie because he was terrified of what they would do to him? Was he going insane? So many thoughts. Fuck. And everything hurt. He just wanted it all to be over.
The broken man slumped, “Look! It’s me. It’s me. I am the crown prince !“ He muttered repeatedly in surrender. It’ll soon all be over.
***
“Oh, you wanna play brave ?” Jensen retorted.
“Please, it’s me.I’m the crown prince. Let.the. Others.go.” He begged voice tired and half starved. They had been at this for days.
“Again. How do I know you’re not just saying this so we stop looking into the prince? That goddamn son of a bitch." Jensen knew this had to be another trick. That’s all the officials of Castiel knew, cheating trickery and corruptions. The crown prince was a coward, a well-known swine. He wouldn’t just take the fall to help.
“I’m not."
“ So let’s say you’re re the prince, tell me where your army is based and where you make your weapons."
“I can’t .”
Jensen shook his head paced around the room, “Didn’t think so. Come on. Get up .”Force had brought little to fruition, maybe it was time to try a different tactic. A different angle.
“What’s the empire promised you huh? Money? Wives? Here,” Jensen brought some water in a goblet for the prisoner. These men were built to stand despite assault. Trained the by the empire and promised unimaginable wealth. But there was one thing it couldn’t give them. Their freedom. Their security. Jensen as of now had both.
“ Listen, you sound like an actual human being, for the scum that you serve. How about this I let you work for me instead of rot in that prison cell being tortured day by day?” Jensen continued slowly, “tell me you’re not tired and sore from being bludgeoned to near death almost every single goddamn day.”
The other man sniffed and sobbed silently.
Jensen smiled. He might hit the prisoners but the routine brute torture was executed by some experts in his party.
“And also I can make them turn it up a notch. Sure wounds might heal-,"
he tapped his head, "But when that goes there’s no coming back.”
Jensen knew he’d broken the man's armor or at least made a chip.
***
Chapter 4
How the mighty had fallen. Jared scrubbed vigorously on his knees. How long had it been? Maybe two months now in this hellhole. It was some sort of dungeon underground. His hands were callused and bruised and his bones ached, it was better than being tortured mercilessly although they worked him like a dog.
“Hey, how are you doing ?” A voice asked gruffly, unseen standing in the shadows by the door. Jared didn’t bother to look up, he knew who it was.
“Hmm. Same as always. Reminds me of something though. Has me thinking...”
Bent over he continued to work quickly as he spoke. Partially because he felt ashamed and partially in fear of being reprimanded if he didn’t finish his chores.
“What exactly?”
“ I - I regret how I treated my servants. Wish I had known how hard they worked. Wish I never shouted at them. Had them punished.”
“Had them punished? Wow, buddy. I guess it’s better late than never. Even had them punished huh ?”
“Says you ...you’re a fucking brute! You...” Jared trailed off rolling his eyes and smiling a little. Moments passed.
This man he now knew as Jensen, Jared hated this man for all the things he’d done, things he stood by and let happen to him - yet he was now his only human contact. Jared found comfort in their exchanges. In fact it may have been the only time in his life he’d spoken to someone so honestly.
“Ok, so yh true you know I've maybe killed like maybe a few bad people? You know it’s a job. It’s not personal..”
“Aha, wow how noble! Working hard for your wife and kids I’m sure,” Jared replied sarcastically and heard a chuckle from the other man.
***
Jensen grew excited at the prospect of getting closer to the younger man. Others around him thought he did this to obtain more information. Sure he had learned secrets about the Padaleckis treasury and defense system- but after nearly half a year now this felt like his favorite assignment.
“You work really hard.
“Thanks."
“No I mean I’m the same. You know if you missed spots and et cetera we wouldn’t notice but you don’t.”
“Guess so. You make it sound like you think if it wasn’t for this situation we would be umm friends or something. Because let me tell you we wouldn’t be.”
“Really?”
“In another world, never. Guy like you wouldn’t get two glances from me outside.”
“Alright rich boy,” Jensen sniggered in amusement, "hey, honest. You seem... hows someone like you end up working for Padaleckis?”
“I am a Padalecki.”
“Still going at I’m royal jig huh."
“Sure.” Jared smiled. It was somewhat liberating being viewed as someone common if it hadn’t been in a dungeon he was trapped in.
***
Jared had caught glances of Jensen a few times. With a well-defined jaw and exotic features, he was just as cold and calculating as he was handsome. Their little friend charade was - comfortable- it made the prince questions many things but the facts remained.
No doubt if Jensen had wanted he could have been even a dancer or a performer but he had chosen to become a cold-blooded killer. He, in fact, forced himself to remember this. Jensen was a still his capturer. A snake. Scintillating to lure him but before he knew would strike him down. He had said too much already.
How long before they had used him up and would kill him? He needed to act. Get to him before he got to him. Play the evil vile Jensen Ackles.
***
“Hey," Jensen approached with the same assured walk he had that night in the parlor, coming to turn his world upside down.
“Aha.”
“You know um. I know your age and little things. I don’t know your name. And I’ve never seen your face. You always wear that veil. And you don’t even look me in the goddamn eye .”
“I am a fucking slave Jensen. We’re not exactly on a first name basis."
“I’m just trying to be civil here."
“I scrub fucking floors so you don’t fucking torture me. Nothing civil about this!”
“ Hey, I’m just trying to talk to you. Can’t you just fucking answer me?!”
“Just fucking leave me alone!”
Jensen slowly approached instead, started to crouch down and before he knew it was struck hard in the face and a sharp wooden shank pointed at him.Holy Shit.
“Hey! Calm down. What in the hell are you going to do with that?" Jensen clutched his jaw, "even if you somehow manage to overpower me you won’t make it a 100 meters without a horde of us coming after you."
The younger man was shaking.
“You don’t even know how to use that goddamn thing. You.are.shaking!This time when they catch you, they will fucking cut you down. Do you understand me? "
Moments passed.
“Put.that.fucking.down .OK. You can trust me OK? I promise.”
The man opposite him eventually nodded reluctantly. As soon as he let go of the shank Jensen tackled the younger man and slammed his face down onto the floor. How fucking dare he.
“You know what I’m gonna do, slice you in the goddamn fucking face," Jensen was furious, “I should have kept you in the fucking dark and had you cut piece by piece like the others.”
He had gotten too comfortable and God knows that could have cost his life, “I’m gonna slice you in the goddamn fucking face .”
He ripped the younger man's veil off and turned the other man around, body sprawled above ready to attack-then his breath hitched in his throat. "Fuck.”
Despite a blood-stained face, dirt and bruises on a strong stumbled jaw the most alluring green eyes gazed back at him.
“Shit.”
Shit. The nameless man before him was simply magnificent. Not able to stop himself Jensen grabbed him by the neck and kissed deeply. Before he knew it he felt a soft warm tongue against his. Like a hungry lover, the older man went down and around trailing kisses and bites along broad shoulders. He thrust his hips forwards and goddamn, felt warm in all the right places. Goddamn, this felt good.
"Fucking.Get.OFF.me!” A hand reached out and grabbed his neck.
He was pushed off violently.
Jensen blinked.
Head spinning, anger and arousal interlaced.
***
Chapter 5
That night the prince cried angry bitter tears as he slept. Was this his fate? Less than a pauper. Damaged beyond belief. Couldn’t run, couldn’t hide, shamed over and over in a dirty dungeon.
As for Jensen? That man really was twisted. First befriending him. Now trying to seduce him to break him down to even less than he had become.
He hadn’t seen the man for a while and hoped he was dead.
***
“We need to let him go. I’m done with him."
“Why the change of heart sir? ”
“We have all the information we can get from him,” Jensen enunciated slowly.
It’s not that the mission had failed but
everything just felt wrong all of a sudden and he didn’t know why.
“Yes, it’s been noted sir that you haven’t seen to the prisoners in months."
“It’s.a.dead end,” Jensen scowled.
Maybe he’d gotten too comfortable, maybe he was just getting old. Maybe the guilt was finally catching up with him and he was finally losing his way. Either way, he couldn’t bear to be there a minute longer.
“And the others we can let them go too. Even if the prince is one of them - he’s marked. Beaten down and in enemy hands for this long, they won’t exactly receive him with welcoming arms.”
“Hmm. One died. Malnutrition sir .”
“You let one of them die? Fucking idiots!” He didn’t know why but he felt so disturbed by all of this.
***
Jared the then prince now the king was never the same after over a year in the dungeons in a country bordering Castiel. Day after day he hunted for the vigilantes that had turned him from proud, cold to cold and damaged. Oh, the nightmares. And the restlessness.
“You have to find a suitable bride your eminence, a country to unite with to make our own stronger..." He drifted off not hearing, marriage meant a bigger army and the least he could do following his absence. The worst was his kingdom, his soldiers still had faith in him.
“You’ve been better than any King before..." she continued.
Why did his captures let him be free? This could be a ploy so they could build and strike. She is right. He had to act.
“Thank you, Cassandra. I’ll look through the list of possible suitors,”
The king smiled tightly, now kinder and attentive to those around him, “something troubles me, Cassandra. Not one man or woman I see since- my return- stirs any passion in me. How do I marry with this in mind?”
She put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, ”My king you’re as handsome as you’re kind, anyone with you, well, would feel honored.”
***
On the night before the king's, wedding sirens and bells rang. Calls of alarm were shouted from all around. Jared tossed in bed, whatever it was the guards would see to it.
Early before dawn, he was woken abruptly. ‘Your eminence intruders have been caught! By your decree, we will execute the charlatans-"
“Annabelle, one, don't call me that and two... really? It’s my wedding at midday. And three...”
"There are rumors that they were involved in your cap-"
Jared got up and strode quickly a torch in his hand.
***
Chapter 6
“Well if it isn’t the fucking prince himself come here to visit me, how honourable," Jensen uttered dryly.
“What are you doing here ?”
“Came to finish the job.”
“Guards drag this man to my chambers! And bring me a chest of probes, whips, and cutlets,” The king was furious.
***
Jared sat in his chamber on his throne grasping a sword in hand. Confused, angry and dazed. How dare that man, today of all days, come to wreak havoc on his own wedding day. The door opened and Jensen collapsed onto the floor in a heap.“Leave us," he ordered sternly.
The older man scoffed coming up to his knees, “What are you gonna do?" Even with hands tied, he looked smug and arrogant.
"Beat me bloody till I can’t walk?"
Jared brooded silently ignoring the taunts, trying to decide the intruder’s' fate. What would he do? To his capturer, this manipulative sadist.
A man who begged for his trust and attacked when he had it.
The king pointed his sword at his rival who continued,
“ Poor king so tortured. So damaged. Boohoo. Behead me with your mighty sword."
He walked to Jensen who was now slowing getting up onto his feet. As he reached the older man he came up and lunged at him with both hands.
“Arrgh!" Jared growled and dropped his weapon. He struck Jensen hard offsetting him so that he fell onto his bed. He would kill Jensen even it meant using his bare hands. Fucking Jensen.
“Hmm this .feels .familiar, “ Jensen retorted big eyes widening as Jared squeezed, but to much surprise, he wasn't fighting back.
.”What the fuck Jensen?“
“Go on do it. You missed your chance before.”
The scent of Jensen now enveloped him entirely.Made him realize how close they were, it had him weak in the knees and he fell onto the solid warm body beneath him. He grabbed the man by the collar and kissed him deeply. He’d wanted to deny it but that other night on the floor, he couldn’t quite remember but deep down something told him it wasn’t Jensen who’d kissed him, first.
***
The ex-assassin didn’t know why this eventual outcome surprised him. Jensen melted into the kiss and embrace and his body felt like he was on fire.
“Why did you come ?” A whisper at his ear as lips trailed on his neck.
He didn’t know why he came. Had he been caught just to see the green-eyed man one more time. To apologize? And there was that.
Why hadn’t he believe it when it was confessed? Because the man didn’t live up to his idea of Padalecki? Goddamn, he was kissing a Padalecki and he liked it.
“Why did you come, Jensen.”
The king pulled away gaze domineering into his eyes. Straddling him wholly, he was big and strong. Well built towering over him in a way which few managed to, a way which challenged his masculinity.
“Came to die,” He spat out and bit his lip.
“Fuck dyin. Oh, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re sorry!” The king growled ripping his tunic off.
“can't make me say sorry ..." he challenged.
Padalecki bit and nibbled him until he moaned, his large hand caressing his hard-on. The once prisoners hair had grown longer, eyes greener and fuck he looked like a king.
“So fucking pretty Padalecki," Jensen moved down to lick his tip. Swirling his tongue gently, slowly licking up and down. Padalecki wouldn’t have it and he thrust forwards making Jensen choke.
“I’m gonna fuck you like the evil son of a bitch you’re... " He pushed the older man down, spun him and straddled him. This would have been impossible if his hands weren’t tied.
***
Jensen felt the length of bigger man sink into him slowly and moaned. The strokes were strong but gentle at first. Then slowly built up to a faster and faster pace, feeling good and almost too much but yet not enough. "Jen.sen," “ Padalecki groaned going faster and nails digging through his back. “Aargh!” Jensen screamed almost unable to take the rhythm. It was too good. Shit.
“Faster. Come. On ...”
Padalecki slowed down instead, "What the hell !” cried Jensen.
“Say please- “
“Pleasee."
“Tell me you’re fucking sorry. Are you fucking sorry?”
Jensen sobbed, “I’m so fucking sorry. So sorry-"
At this Jared buckled and lost control. Fucking him relentlessly and hard. It felt so damn good his legs were shaking, over and over until he couldn’t feel his legs anymore. As Jensen came at the same time tears streamed down his face. He was so sorry. He felt Jared releasing himself into him as he cried, not because any of it hurt but because fuck he was so sorry.
“Jen?” The other man collapsed on top of him slowly. When Jensen turned to face him he saw the other man also weeping. At this, he cried harder, “I’m so fucking sorry. Just. You're a Padalecki and-”
“My names is Jared,”
“I’m so fucking sorry Jared .”
***
Jared's mind was in a flurry of thoughts. He hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. How could his abuser become the only lover he wanted? Fuck. Why did he feel so safe around the man despite all that had happened? All he knew for sure was that he was in heaven and didn’t want it to end.
That’s when there was a knock at his bedroom door.
Cassandra came budging in, “Your dressers for your wedding are ready for you your eminence-" She gasped gawking at the picture in surprise, “oh I am so..oh my, pardon me!”
She ran out. Jared ran after her on pure instinct,“ Cass wait. Cassandra!"
He panted sheet draped around him as he jogged in the long corridor, passer bys of his estate walked by raising curious eyebrows. “Look.look.look you can’t tell anyone about this.”
"Why would I tell anyone if the king brings an escort to his chamber?” She blinked slowly thinking Jensen was from a nearby brothel.
"Listen you’re young," she laughed and hugged him, "I’m just glad you’re doing it. You know get it out of you, explore before marriage. You do need to hurry though, wedding in an hour...”
Jared stood there awe-stricken and relieved. Half-wittedly he dragged himself down the long corridor and back into his bedroom. He sauntered in relaxation, laughing at his own overreaction. That was before he realized.
Oh shit. Jensen was gone.
***
Chapter 7
“Poison the crown, how original," Jensen rolled his eyes humourlessly.
“You’re such a bore these days." Maisie scorned.
“Are you okay?” She watched him carefully, “you haven’t been the same for a while.”
He smiled tightly, “It's nothing."
“Okay anyway, so finally the mad king will have it- “
“Which king ?”
“ of Castiel.have you been listening at all ?”
Jensen swore under his breath as he ran. He hated Padalecki. The man who had kissed him mercilessly and after that just tossed him aside. Held him so tightly when he had a wedding the very next hour. The fucking bastard had not even looked for him to say goodbye. Word was he was to be poisoned during a traditional ceremony which came weeks after the wedding. But why should he care if the man who had used him sexually for revenge now would die?
Yet a fortnight later he found himself sprinting fast, cutting through the crowd and knocking many down. “ Crown.poisoned!” he uttered to those around hoping they would pass it on.
****
Jared was waving as he had been groomed to, firmly and poised, not necessarily excited but ready for his new crown. Newly fitted with jewels and gems fit for a king and husband. Somebody came flying through the air knocking him down and sent him toppling to the ground.
“The crown is poisoned!” A strong male voice bellowed from below a hood. A voice he knew.
“No, it is n’t. Who is this strange man?" His new bride remarked, “darling get up and let us complete this ceremony. Guards seize this man !”
As Jared gathered his wits there were murmurs within the crowd.
The familiar figured now held the crown walking forwards, having somehow obtained the crown, "then wear it. If it's not poisoned. Wear it!"
There was an uproar in the crowd, his future queen seeing she had to wear the crown shrieked and began to run. She had tried to betray him.
His savior dropped his hood. The crowd cheered. It was Jensen Ackles. He bowed not looking at Jared and started to walk away. The woman to be his bride betrayed him. And the man he dreamed of his dreams. Well. He'd let him go once for her - deciding to not listen to his heart, and well, that had been one damn mistake. The king ran after him.
“Jensen please stop.."
“I don’t want to hear it, Jared. I don't want to be here”, he continued walking, "some people will remember my little kerfuffles. "
“ No one saw your face back then. Come on .slow down .”
“No fucking way. And oh yeah also YOU SUCK !”
“ You saved me.”
“Wasn’t personal.”
Jared ran to stand in front of him not willing to move and Jensen scowled, "What the hell man, let me be.”
"Look I’m sorry. I wished we had more time to talk .”
“Talk about how you had a fucking wedding. Screw you.”
“Come on you did worse.”
“Yh OK the whole shebang was twisted. It wasn’t good but FUCK. You were a stranger then. And I told you I was fucking sorry."
“yh and I, I forgave you.im just asking you to do the same.”
“YOU. You knew we had something and you went ahead with that.”
Jensen breathed shaking with anger, “I’ve changed, I stopped that shit. Become better, and you’re still doing some royally twisted bullshit.”
“Jensen. I can’t stop just being who I am because you show up. but I NEED YOU .”
“Need me for what ?“
“Without you here, I would be fucking dead. Without you ... it wasn't good what you did but because of you, I knew I had to become a better king. A better person,” he breathed taking Jensen's hand.
“I need to you. You're gracious. You make feel safe. You feel so damn right .”
***
Jared collapsed onto his bed. Jensen slowly took his combat gear off.
“It suits us. It suits you.”
“What? Being your guard ?”
“No being me being by your side and you being by mine .”
“You’re such a sissy, “ Jensen rolled his eyes at this but continued, “guess it wasn’t an awful idea. Pays pretty well. Not that I need it when the kings my bitch .”
Jared laughed.
Jensen added, ” It’s kind of true. You’re always begging for it, wiggling give me more please Jen. You goddamn beg!” He moved forward kissing Jared on the nose.
“You let me fuck you though. You had me on top. Only once. but still,” Jared argued.
Jensen smiled as Jared kissed his nose back and replied, "Yh I liked to be in control but with you ... you’re fucking special feels like it doesn’t matter."
Jared sighed, “Hmm...I fucking love you .”
Jensen smiled, "I kinda love every inch of you too .”
Jared cocked his head and pouted, “Can I be on top again? Pretty please?"
Jensen smirked, "Ok fine one more time. On your birthday in a year from now.”