Natural Submission (part 5, J2, AU)
Natural Submission 10/20
by themadslasher aka jayaslash
Pairing: j2 AU
Rating: NC-17 (like way, way, way NC-17)
Word Count: 1,018, this part; 12,157 total
Summary:
Jensen Ackles is an undercover FBI agent. He’s been working for over three years to infiltrate a criminal human trafficking ring. He’s worked hard to gain entry into Diablo’s, one of New York’s most revered criminal masterminds, inner circle. Once he’s in, he witnesses horrific crimes, dozens of Americans kidnapped and sold into the international sex trade. He is determined to bring Diablo and all of his henchmen down.
Jared Padalecki is a naïve, innocent grocery store cashier who has spent the last four years doing little besides caring for his ailing mother. After her death, he finds himself alone and looking to make new friends. He hooks up with the wrong crowd at work and falls into Diablo’s hands. It’s up to Jensen to save the other man…but what will be the price?
Warnings: Heavy BDSM. Angst-filled.
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Previously: Chapters 1-3, Chapters 4-7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9
Chapter Ten
Jensen bit his bottom lip and stared at the sight in front of him.
Jared was naked, completely bare and spread out on the cool white sheets like an offering. Those brown eyes flashed up at Jensen, wantonly, open and devouring. Jensen fisted a hand in Jared’s mussed, sweaty brown locks and forced Jared to tilt his head back and look up at him, the rush of adrenaline his authority gave him hidden except for the finest of tremors in his hand.
“Please,” Jared intoned, his mantra falling from his lips on a low moan and Jensen closed his eyes for the barest of instants, letting the pleasure wash over him. He loved it. He loved the feeling that it gave him to have this man under his control. He loved the powerful feeling of having another human being helpless and writhing because of him. He loved it and there was no way he could deny it to himself any longer.
What did that mean? What did it mean?
Jensen had never been anything less than honest with himself and facing the truth that had been building up for weeks brought the blessed feeling of relief to his chest, but with it a gripping, singular guilt that squeezed the life out of him.
“Please what?” Jensen asked, running his free hand over the length of forearm, the tense veins that gripped the headboard above Jared’s head. Jared was so obedient, holding on for dear life, fighting to please him and Jensen’s eyes glinted with approval and lust.
“Please fuck me,” Jared begged, his brown eyes glittering with tears. “Please let me touch you. Please.”
Jensen stared into his eyes, feeling something inside of him loosen slowly, something break. His self-control, his tightly-gripped, perfect self-control splintered and Jensen reached slowly for the zipper on his jeans. Jared fell still and silent, dark eyes wide and desperate as Jensen stripped out of his jeans.
Jensen let him go, stepped away from the bed and left the room. He stalked to the kitchenette, his hands shaking as he moved, his mind screaming at him to stop. He had no right. Jared didn’t belong to him. The kid was going to have to recover from this.
Jensen swallowed heavily as he ran trembling fingers over the cabinet doors, lingering, pausing. He opened the cabinet door. His fingers gripped the round canister of cooking grease, lifting it and bringing it to his chest. Jensen leaned down and pressed his forehead against the cabinet, forcing himself to draw steady, even breaths into his screaming lungs.
He shouldn’t do it. He should stop himself. He knew that he should.
With a whisper of sound, he turned from the counter and walked back to the bedroom, stopping to stare in the glistening darkness at the man who lay on the bed, waiting for him. Jared’s dark eyes met his, begging. Jensen popped the top on the canister, coating his fingers and palm.
“Spread your legs,” he said and he didn’t recognize his own voice, sharp, husky and ragged. Jared obeyed, opening his legs shamelessly, ready to give himself over completely to Jensen. Jensen’s breath hitched in his chest as he made his way back to the bed and he ran his clean fingers over Jared’s quivering thigh as he lay between Jared’s legs.
Jensen ran his tongue over Jared’s dick, the veined-purple, rigid length of flesh that stood at attention. Jensen took him down deep into his throat and swallowed hard, forcing Jared’s hips off of the bed as he bucked into the warm, wet tight channel. Then, Jensen pulled back, releasing Jared’s cock and laving Jared’s balls and the sensitive stretch of skin that led back to Jared’s ass, flicking his tongue over the puckered flesh there.
“Oh, fuck,” Jared cried in a helpless whisper. “Oh, God. Oh, Jensen. Please.”
Jensen sucked at Jared’s skin as Jared squirmed and loosened beneath him. Jensen shifted slightly, moving to run one greased finger over Jared’s flesh, once and then again before pressing the digit inside of Jared. Jared stopped breathing for a moment and then pressed himself down onto Jensen’s finger quickly. Jensen gasped.
“Yes,” Jared hissed. “Yes, please. More.”
Jensen grinned, dark and predatory, pressing a second finger inside of Jared.
“You were made for this,” Jensen breathed, pressing his mouth against Jared’s thigh and licking the skin there, helplessly as Jared thrashed against his fingers and he moved those fingers against the muscled flesh inside of Jared. “You’re such a slut for this.”
Jensen added a third finger and watched as Jared sucked him in, wriggling his hips rhythmically against Jensen’s fingers.
“Now me,” Jensen told him and Jared nodded, fervently, vigorously. Jensen pulled out of Jared and fisted his dick, coating it liberally and then he pressed against the tight ring of flesh. Jared’s eyes met his and with the slightest hitch of his hips, Jensen was inside of Jared.
Jensen broke one of his cardinal rules.
Jared stilled, still clutching the headboard as Jensen pressed into him, slowly aggravatingly slowly. Jared writhed and squirmed until his ass hit the springy hair at the base of Jensen’s cock and Jensen hovered above him, a scant length away from him, their eyes locked.
Jensen obliterated that length of space between them, pressing down until his lips met Jared’s and they kissed, a slick, sliding of tongues that lasted until Jensen moved his hips and then Jared turned his head.
“Please, Jensen,” he moaned lowly. “Please, let me touch you.”
“Yes,” Jensen said, once, emphatically and Jared loosened his grip on the headboards and slid his hands down and around Jensen’s back and hips, rapturously. Jensen moved, pounding into him and there was nothing more to say. They lost themselves in the rhythm of contact, in the slide of slick skin and the gasps and moans that fell from them both.
When Jensen’s hand snaked down to grip Jared’s dick, Jared exploded in an orgasmic rush, clamping so tight around him that Jensen yelled and erupted so intensely that he fell into Jared’s arms.
Continued...