[fic] golden_cyborg: Red Like Blood In Veins Of Blue
[ Jared/Jensen ]
Title: Red Like Blood In Veins Of Blue
Writer: golden_cyborg
Alternate links: AO3 -- not up to date
Status of work: WIP with regular updates
Characters and/or pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read]Violence, MpregBottom Jared, Mildly Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Prostitution, Organized Crime, Mob Boss Jensen, Angst, Excessive smoking, Dark Jensen Ackles, Top Jensen Ackles, Obsession, Age Difference, Criminals
Length: 72,700 not counting timestamps
Summary: Jensen is a rising crime lord and Jared's the college kid who catches his eye
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[Short excerpt]The prickling awareness of being watched made Jared look up to the balcony that curved around one end of the club and gave access to the roof, closed now due to cold temperatures. Other than the main bar, most of the light was centered on the stage, revolving in hectic patterns. The balcony had dim lights set low in the wall, leaving most of the occupants in deep shadow, but a pulsing strobe light lit up the man leaning one hip against the balcony railing. Light swept over broad shoulders under grey, tailored suit jacket, short hair, defined jaw. Dark-lashed eyes were fixed on Jared in a hooded gaze that settled like a hot hand on Jared’s skin.
In the three months he had worked at The Jade Room, Jared had seen more physical perfection, natural and artificial, than in his entire twenty-one previous. Models, aspiring actors and sports stars paraded through the doors each night, young, sleek and perfectly polished. The entertainers and staff at the club, Jared’s fellow waiters, were are all young and beautiful. But holy fucking hell, this guy was in a class all his own. Jared considered himself bisexual, had since highschool. He met as many girls he was attracted to as guys, but if he’d met someone who looked like this back when he was exploring it as a sophomore, he would have been 110% gay in three seconds flat, sparkly, pink unicorns included.
Mr. Perfect lifted the cigarette to his lips, never taking his eyes from Jared’s. His inhale hollowed out his cheeks and the cigarette glowed orange before he pulled away. Eye locked with Jared’s, he grinned, showing straight, white teeth as twin lines of smoke curled from his nostrils.
It was like something was being communicated, and Jared was unnerved even as he was lit up with a pulse of white-hot arousal. He suddenly realized he was standing dead still, bathed in shifting lights, breathing too quickly, a tray of shots and mixed drink neglected in his hands.