In the coils of a snake_7
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The alpha followed him into the shower the next morning, and barring the fact that he refused to let Jared remove the plug, continued to act for the entire world like they were boyfriends and not captor and captive. Having no clothes to call his own, he stepped out with a towel wrapped firmly around his hips. He was offered a pair of sweatpants and a loose tee, which he gratefully accepted. ... and though Jared had never thought he would be grateful for the alpha’s possessiveness, he found himself grateful for it because when Jensen got him tattooed later that day, it was only the mobster’s possessiveness that kept him from having to strip completely for the tattoo-artist. Instead, Jensen had the ‘artist’ cut off the cloth covering his right butt-cheek. The plug he had been forced to wear was still obvious through the thin sweatpants, and Jared hated how the three loads filling him added an uncomfortable outward curve to his stomach as he lay on his front for the tattoo: The man had refused to allow him a chance to empty himself during his shower, claiming he wanted everyone to know that Jared was ‘his’.
While his ass was being tattooed, Jensen petted his head and made soft shushing noises, ostensibly, to 'calm' him. Jared growled in reflexive impatience, ‘don’t need you to mollycoddle me, Ackles!’
But the alpha only laughed, 'I’ll mollycoddle you if I want, Darlin’, and continued playing with his hair.
After, he had been given a hoodie that was large even on his frame to cover the cut-off gap in his pants as they walked out.
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A fortnight later, Jared found that his days had settled into a rhythm - him trying to gather evidence against Ackles while the alpha teased him mercilessly with innuendos and kept him close, carrying on with his business while he had Jared either perched on his lap or bent suggestively over some piece of furniture in the room.
Jensen had not touched him sexually since that night, though he had been infuriating and dropping double entendres in nearly every conversation. At night they still shared a bed and though they started the night at opposite ends of the bed, morning always found Jared cuddled against Jensen’s chest. Jared wanted to stay awake one night and figure out who made the first move, but it was such a small thing that he gave in to his need for sleep every night...the lines were getting blurry with each day and Jared hated it.
“Jared!” A tiny blur collided with him and Jared wanted to put his fist through the wall when he realized that it was his little sister.
Jensen had asked him along on a shopping trip, apparently tired of loaning his clothes to the captive cop and was currently perusing a selection of tee shirts in the opposite aisle after instructing Jared to choose some denims for himself.
“Hey,” He managed, voice a strangled croak as he watched Jensen’s keen eyes watching his interactions with her from across the aisle.
“You working?” She asked in a hushed whisper.
“...”
She continued before he could respond, “I wasn’t sure, so I waited to come up till there was no one near you.”
“Thanks,” He tried and failed to hold up a smile as his mind helpfully provided technicolour pictures of all the ways Ackles could hurt her just to get to Jared.
“Hello,” A whisky-smooth voice interrupted.
Speak of the Devil...
Margaret turned within the circle of his arms to face the newcomer.
“Jensen,” Jared began before either of the other two could say something, hoping the other man would take the hint, “This is the little sister I would do anything for-”
Ackles’ eyes held laughter but underlying the warmth, there was a spark of victory as he met Jared’s eyes over Margaret’s head.
“Margaret, this is Jensen; my boyfriend.”
“It’s so nice to meet you, Margaret. Jared has spoken so much about you...” Jensen said smoothly, taking the hint and kissing the back of her hand in an outdated gesture of chivalry.
Margaret giggled, apparently as easily charmed by the gangster as everyone else, “You’re cute!”
Jensen smiled benignly, “Why don’t you join us for lunch?”
Margaret glanced at Jared for permission before agreeing. Jared felt as though he would have a coronary as he watched them interact- the invisible steel bands around his chest growing tighter by the minute; but gritted his teeth and nodded politely. They finished making their purchases- Jensen paying for both Jared and Margaret’s stuff; and trooped into the nearby diner. Jared wondered where the rest of Jensen’s men were, but at some unseen direction from the alpha, the entire team of body-guards had melted into thin air... didn’t mean Jared was going to risk doing something stupid.
The meal passed surprisingly companionably- at least once Jared finally managed to get himself to relax some and he found himself wondering why his family had never gotten along so well with any of his real dates. Jensen shared anecdotes from his ‘work’ which had them in splits throughout the meal. They ended up just sitting and chatting over coffee for almost two hours after their meal- once again paid for by Jensen; and by the end of it Jared was resigned to his fate as his sister shared enough personal details that someone like Jensen would have had no problems in hunting her down. There was no Chris waiting for them by the car and Jensen slipped into the driver’s side himself, and contrary to Jared’s expectations given how he was always chauffeured by Chris; drove with a confidence that could only come from long hours behind the wheel... Jared wondered what else he didn’t know about the gangster. They dropped Margaret off in front of a bookstore where she was supposed to meet her friends and Jared exhaled tiredly.
Later that evening he stared out of the window at the gentle drizzle; dressed in just a tee and with his ass hanging out (Jensen wanted to see the tattoo), struggling to accept that this was what his life would be from now if he wanted his sister safe. He flinched when warm arms wrapped around his waist from behind.
“So this is how it's going to be, is it ?” He asked. “I am supposed to be your whore...am I? My only value as a bed warmer...”
“No.”The alpha returned with an easy chuckle, “The only valuable thing about you is your tight ass!”
Jared turned, suddenly furious, “So, getting raped everyday... that's what I have to look forward to for- for the rest of my life.”
“I never raped you. Well,” Jensen returned hotly, then seemed to re-consider and amended, “not after that first time.”
And that’s supposed to be better? Jared wanted to demand. Instead he forced himself to hang to his composure as he responded, “You coerced me. That counts as rape.”
“You offered!” Jensen growled.
“Yeah,” Jared laughed, sounding hysterical or unhinged he didn’t know- maybe both? “offer my body or have the blood of my colleagues on my hands. Some choice.”
“No, Jared,” Jensen returned, this time his voice was controlled instead of blatantly furious, “I know it is easy to play the victim. But no, you don't get to do that... Understand? You chose this. So own up to it!”
“So you’re saying you have been ok which me just thanking you? Talking to you?!”Jared demanded hotly, unable to reason calmly with the gangster the way he should.
“I always appreciate a good conversation,” Jensen conceded.
Jared’s brows furrowed, “But-?”
“No ‘buts’... Offering sex was your choice. I was just the idiot who fell for it.” Jensen’s voice had a note of finality that Jared found impossible to refute.
“...”
Jensen stalked forward, making him back up instinctively: “And if you don’t believe me, then let me prove it to you: I’m not going to touch you till you ask for it. So next time? Next time be very very sure, Darlin’... be sure that it is something that you want and not just something you are getting coerced into doing. Clear?”
Jared had thought Jensen would give him some space after the declaration, but nothing happened; he still continued using those annoying innuendos and fondling Jared at every opportunity. ... and they continued to share a bed.
It was frustrating because Jensen wasn’t doing anything he could call him out on, and even the business meetings Jared attended (mostly on Jensen’s lap, reduced to a pretty toy for the alpha to play with) were a bust. The only times he actually enjoyed were the brief minutes he was allowed to spend in Etta’s company.
Two days after their argument, Jared returned to their room to find all his trousers gone and replaced with knee-length (or shorter) skirts. Breathe hitching, he checked his underwear drawer instantly and groaned as he found all his comfortable boxer-briefs replaced with G-strings.
“Like them?”Jensen drawled, smirking from his spot by the door.
“Didn’t know you had a fetish for hairy legs,” Jared shot back.
“I don’t,” Jensen returned as he tossed something towards him.
Jared caught the object reflexively and nearly dropped it when he realized that it was a tube of hair-removal cream, “I hate you!”
“Keep telling yourself that, Darlin’,” Jensen laughed as he sauntered out.
Jared hated that he didn’t hate the skirts and his smooth legs as much as should.
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The alpha followed him into the shower the next morning, and barring the fact that he refused to let Jared remove the plug, continued to act for the entire world like they were boyfriends and not captor and captive. Having no clothes to call his own, he stepped out with a towel wrapped firmly around his hips. He was offered a pair of sweatpants and a loose tee, which he gratefully accepted. ... and though Jared had never thought he would be grateful for the alpha’s possessiveness, he found himself grateful for it because when Jensen got him tattooed later that day, it was only the mobster’s possessiveness that kept him from having to strip completely for the tattoo-artist. Instead, Jensen had the ‘artist’ cut off the cloth covering his right butt-cheek. The plug he had been forced to wear was still obvious through the thin sweatpants, and Jared hated how the three loads filling him added an uncomfortable outward curve to his stomach as he lay on his front for the tattoo: The man had refused to allow him a chance to empty himself during his shower, claiming he wanted everyone to know that Jared was ‘his’.
While his ass was being tattooed, Jensen petted his head and made soft shushing noises, ostensibly, to 'calm' him. Jared growled in reflexive impatience, ‘don’t need you to mollycoddle me, Ackles!’
But the alpha only laughed, 'I’ll mollycoddle you if I want, Darlin’, and continued playing with his hair.
After, he had been given a hoodie that was large even on his frame to cover the cut-off gap in his pants as they walked out.
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A fortnight later, Jared found that his days had settled into a rhythm - him trying to gather evidence against Ackles while the alpha teased him mercilessly with innuendos and kept him close, carrying on with his business while he had Jared either perched on his lap or bent suggestively over some piece of furniture in the room.
Jensen had not touched him sexually since that night, though he had been infuriating and dropping double entendres in nearly every conversation. At night they still shared a bed and though they started the night at opposite ends of the bed, morning always found Jared cuddled against Jensen’s chest. Jared wanted to stay awake one night and figure out who made the first move, but it was such a small thing that he gave in to his need for sleep every night...the lines were getting blurry with each day and Jared hated it.
“Jared!” A tiny blur collided with him and Jared wanted to put his fist through the wall when he realized that it was his little sister.
Jensen had asked him along on a shopping trip, apparently tired of loaning his clothes to the captive cop and was currently perusing a selection of tee shirts in the opposite aisle after instructing Jared to choose some denims for himself.
“Hey,” He managed, voice a strangled croak as he watched Jensen’s keen eyes watching his interactions with her from across the aisle.
“You working?” She asked in a hushed whisper.
“...”
She continued before he could respond, “I wasn’t sure, so I waited to come up till there was no one near you.”
“Thanks,” He tried and failed to hold up a smile as his mind helpfully provided technicolour pictures of all the ways Ackles could hurt her just to get to Jared.
“Hello,” A whisky-smooth voice interrupted.
Speak of the Devil...
Margaret turned within the circle of his arms to face the newcomer.
“Jensen,” Jared began before either of the other two could say something, hoping the other man would take the hint, “This is the little sister I would do anything for-”
Ackles’ eyes held laughter but underlying the warmth, there was a spark of victory as he met Jared’s eyes over Margaret’s head.
“Margaret, this is Jensen; my boyfriend.”
“It’s so nice to meet you, Margaret. Jared has spoken so much about you...” Jensen said smoothly, taking the hint and kissing the back of her hand in an outdated gesture of chivalry.
Margaret giggled, apparently as easily charmed by the gangster as everyone else, “You’re cute!”
Jensen smiled benignly, “Why don’t you join us for lunch?”
Margaret glanced at Jared for permission before agreeing. Jared felt as though he would have a coronary as he watched them interact- the invisible steel bands around his chest growing tighter by the minute; but gritted his teeth and nodded politely. They finished making their purchases- Jensen paying for both Jared and Margaret’s stuff; and trooped into the nearby diner. Jared wondered where the rest of Jensen’s men were, but at some unseen direction from the alpha, the entire team of body-guards had melted into thin air... didn’t mean Jared was going to risk doing something stupid.
The meal passed surprisingly companionably- at least once Jared finally managed to get himself to relax some and he found himself wondering why his family had never gotten along so well with any of his real dates. Jensen shared anecdotes from his ‘work’ which had them in splits throughout the meal. They ended up just sitting and chatting over coffee for almost two hours after their meal- once again paid for by Jensen; and by the end of it Jared was resigned to his fate as his sister shared enough personal details that someone like Jensen would have had no problems in hunting her down. There was no Chris waiting for them by the car and Jensen slipped into the driver’s side himself, and contrary to Jared’s expectations given how he was always chauffeured by Chris; drove with a confidence that could only come from long hours behind the wheel... Jared wondered what else he didn’t know about the gangster. They dropped Margaret off in front of a bookstore where she was supposed to meet her friends and Jared exhaled tiredly.
Later that evening he stared out of the window at the gentle drizzle; dressed in just a tee and with his ass hanging out (Jensen wanted to see the tattoo), struggling to accept that this was what his life would be from now if he wanted his sister safe. He flinched when warm arms wrapped around his waist from behind.
“So this is how it's going to be, is it ?” He asked. “I am supposed to be your whore...am I? My only value as a bed warmer...”
“No.”The alpha returned with an easy chuckle, “The only valuable thing about you is your tight ass!”
Jared turned, suddenly furious, “So, getting raped everyday... that's what I have to look forward to for- for the rest of my life.”
“I never raped you. Well,” Jensen returned hotly, then seemed to re-consider and amended, “not after that first time.”
And that’s supposed to be better? Jared wanted to demand. Instead he forced himself to hang to his composure as he responded, “You coerced me. That counts as rape.”
“You offered!” Jensen growled.
“Yeah,” Jared laughed, sounding hysterical or unhinged he didn’t know- maybe both? “offer my body or have the blood of my colleagues on my hands. Some choice.”
“No, Jared,” Jensen returned, this time his voice was controlled instead of blatantly furious, “I know it is easy to play the victim. But no, you don't get to do that... Understand? You chose this. So own up to it!”
“So you’re saying you have been ok which me just thanking you? Talking to you?!”Jared demanded hotly, unable to reason calmly with the gangster the way he should.
“I always appreciate a good conversation,” Jensen conceded.
Jared’s brows furrowed, “But-?”
“No ‘buts’... Offering sex was your choice. I was just the idiot who fell for it.” Jensen’s voice had a note of finality that Jared found impossible to refute.
“...”
Jensen stalked forward, making him back up instinctively: “And if you don’t believe me, then let me prove it to you: I’m not going to touch you till you ask for it. So next time? Next time be very very sure, Darlin’... be sure that it is something that you want and not just something you are getting coerced into doing. Clear?”
Jared had thought Jensen would give him some space after the declaration, but nothing happened; he still continued using those annoying innuendos and fondling Jared at every opportunity. ... and they continued to share a bed.
It was frustrating because Jensen wasn’t doing anything he could call him out on, and even the business meetings Jared attended (mostly on Jensen’s lap, reduced to a pretty toy for the alpha to play with) were a bust. The only times he actually enjoyed were the brief minutes he was allowed to spend in Etta’s company.
Two days after their argument, Jared returned to their room to find all his trousers gone and replaced with knee-length (or shorter) skirts. Breathe hitching, he checked his underwear drawer instantly and groaned as he found all his comfortable boxer-briefs replaced with G-strings.
“Like them?”Jensen drawled, smirking from his spot by the door.
“Didn’t know you had a fetish for hairy legs,” Jared shot back.
“I don’t,” Jensen returned as he tossed something towards him.
Jared caught the object reflexively and nearly dropped it when he realized that it was a tube of hair-removal cream, “I hate you!”
“Keep telling yourself that, Darlin’,” Jensen laughed as he sauntered out.
Jared hated that he didn’t hate the skirts and his smooth legs as much as should.
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