In the coils of a snake_10
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Jensen’s jaw dropped open when he stepped into the dining hall; literally- a disgusting piece of half-masticated toast falling off before he realized and closed his mouth.
“Jared?” The gang-lord asked in a strangled voice.
He just smiled, unable to hide his delight at the alpha’s reaction. Feeling strangely confident, he sauntered up to the side table and quickly filled a plate with whatever struck his fancy before moving to the head of the table where Jensen sat and plopping down on his lap.
“Miss me?”
The alpha whimpered and nodded; Jared couldn’t help but grin as he felt how hard the man was just from the sight of him. The rush of power was addictive and Jared wondered if this was what had driven Jensen to become a crime-lord. He stayed with Jensen as the man conducted his business, some of it legal, some not so much. He fetched files and arriving fax as required to make himself seem more useful, making sure to add an extra sway to his hips whenever he felt Jensen’s eyes on him. In the brief interludes when it was just the two of them, he planted himself in the mobster’s lap; teasing the man till he was thoroughly distracted. Naturally it meant that he had to straighten his skirt whenever the next knock sounded, but it was worth it to see Jensen’s dazed expression and the alpha needing a few seconds to compose himself. He wondered why he hadn’t thought of doing this earlier, especially since Jensen had made no secret of his desire. This was so much better than playing the victim and he was around for all sorts of discussions, giving him that much more information about the shady deals that Jensen was involved in. Jared smiled in satisfaction to himself, it looked like his desire to play with Jared had blinded him to the dangers he was opening himself up to by letting a cop hang around. Well, he was going to enjoy feeding the rope to the gang lord- just enough give for him to hang himself with...
Jensen was nearly out of his mind with arousal by the time they retired for the night. Jared only smirked that cat-that-got-the-canary smile of his and retreated to their room, leaving the older alpha to make his excuses and follow behind.
Jared debated how he wanted to play this and then decided that it was too much fun to give up this control. He pounced on Jensen the moment the alpha stepped through the door, locking their lips together and stripping him of his three-piece suit. With both of them as on-edge as they were, they kept coming back for kisses after discarding each article of clothing while Jared- unable to keep his hands off, continued mapping every inch of the man’s ridiculously attractive body. It was a struggle to keep his head in the game but Jared succeeded- for the most part. When Jensen tried to gain control of the kiss for a few seconds, Jared pulled back and announced that if the man wanted him he was going to have to play by his rules. Jensen looked adorably startled by the demand but when Jared went to kiss him again, stayed admirably pliant. He stripped the alpha the rest of the way as sensually as he knew how, making sure to rub up at every opportunity to make sure Jensen wasn’t losing his interest, before pushing him down on the bed and tossing the tube of lube.
“Prepare yourself, honey.”
That seemed to sober the man up: “I’m not bottoming!”
“This time? Yes, you are.” Jared grinned, confident of his allure.
“Jay... Sweetheart...” Jensen protested, “I- ... please?”
“Nope!” Jared grinned, calculatingly planting his booted feet on the coffee table and then seductively tugging down the zipper holding the thigh-high boots one tooth at a time. “Besides, I thought you didn’t say no without trying something at least once. What happened, Ackles? Chickening out on me...?” He teased with a saucy wink.
“I- I have tried bottoming before. Thrice, to be specific.” Jensen grumbled with a shrug, “Didn’t like it. At all.”
“Seriously?!”
“Yeah,” Jensen shrugged, “I don’t exactly believe in that bullshit about alphas not bottoming, you know? And like I told you, I’ll try anything once before making up my mind.”
“But-”
“Never worked for me, Jay.”
“Well, you haven’t tried it with me, have you?” Jared countered.
“What if I don’t like it still?” Jensen argued.
“You get to tell me ‘I-Told-You-So’,” Jared murmured, walking his fingers up Jensen’s hard pectorals with each word.
Jensen laughed at the tickling sensation of Jared’s fingers on his skin before conceding the argument with a put-upon sigh as he picked up the bottle of lube and opened the cap with a snick, “Well, that’s something at least, I guess.”
Jared drew back to watch as the alpha prepped himself efficiently; then offered the bottle to him and spread out on his front. The cop took a moment to appreciate the visual before him before he coated his finger in the lube, warming it slightly by rubbing them together and pressed it tentatively against the older man’s furled opening to check if the man had prepared himself enough to accept Jared’s not inconsiderable length. A frown flickered over his face when he registered how tiny -and tight- Jensen looked down there. The clenched opened was glistening, and the sphincter looked red and irritated, proving that the alpha hadn’t faked his preparation. Brows drawing together in confusion, Jared pressed his finger with a little more strength. He had barely inserted the tip of his finger before Jensen made a strangled gasp and clamped down like a vice.
“Easy,” He shushed, rubbing the older man’s heaving abdomen in a futile effort to calm him. He could see that Jensen was beginning to lose interest in the proceedings if his dick of any indication of the same.
Jensen breathed deeply a couple of times before visibly forcing himself to relax. Unfortunately, he was still tight enough around Jared’s finger that the cop was afraid of moving it either way for fear of tearing the sensitive sphincter.
“C’mon, relax for me...” Jared whispered, continuing to rub soothing circles on the man’s stomach even though Jensen had gone completely soft by that point.
“It’s not going to get better than this, Sweetheart. C’mon, you can push in.”
“What?!” Jared hissed, “Are you nuts?! I’m not going to take you like this, Jensen- that’d be... that’d be rape!”
“You do realize that that’s exactly what you’re condemning me to when you send me to prison, don’t you?” Jensen countered; eyes narrowed and angry. In one fluid move, he yanked himself off Jared’s finger; hissing as it lit a line of fire in his most intimate opening and glared at the cop.
Jared stared, taken aback by the sudden darkening of the gangster’s mood. He gaped at the man as he tried to make sense of the words- Jensen was the kingpin of crime, surely he wasn’t afraid of other criminals?... but maybe he wasn’t used to dealing with the petty ones at ground level- that had to be it. He reached out a hesitant hand in an attempt to reassure, “Hey, it’ll not be like that, okay? There’ll be cops around; they’ll ensure that the other prisoners do not assault you.”
“Pigs, yeah right!” Jensen spat angrily, jerking away from Jared’s hand and grabbing the ever-present silk robe from next to the bed and pulling it on with jerky movements as he mocked, “Pigs will protect me.”
Jared sat up as well, eyes narrowed defensively, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It was cops who caught him, Piggy. And cops who had fun with him for two weeks before throwing him away like trash.” The older male glared as he began to stumble his way to the liquor cabinet, stubbed his toe against the edge of the bed and collapsed on the floor with a curse.
“Jensen?” He questioned uncertainly, giving up on salvaging the mood. He had never seen the alpha so... unhinged. Sure, Jensen had a temper and Jared had found himself on the wrong end of it more than once to be wary of it, but this- this was new.
“What? You think I liked finding him like that?!” The man rubbed at his injured foot for a minute before awkwardly climbing to his feet again.
“You’re not making sense. Find whom? Like what?!”
“In the trash, naked. Blood and puke and - and other fluids marring every inch of skin. They had knocked out his teeth, you know? Maybe he’d tried to bite them, I don’t know. But they had done it so overzealously that they had shattered his jaw-”
“Oh God,” Jared breathed. He still didn’t know who the man was talking about, but it didn’t matter- nobody deserved to be treated like that.
“You think that’s the worst of it?”
“It isn’t?” Jared asked, his voice sounding pitiful to his own ears.
“They had pushed a baton up his ass... but before that, they had fixed him. Like a fucking dog!”
Jared felt sick. He must have looked it too because Jensen mercifully fell silent after that. Mood effectively ruined- and his foot apparently feeling better, the mobster stomped his way to the liquor cabinet, pulled out a half-empty bottle of whiskey, poured a quarter of an inch in his tumbler and sat nursing it silently.
Jared watched him go through two more glasses as he tried to figure how to express his sympathies for whomever Jensen had lost so tragically. When Jensen started pouring himself a fourth glass, he gave up- there would never be enough words to make up for whoever Jensen was mourning; so he rose from the bed and went to crouch before him, hoping his sincerity would make up for the inadequate words he had to offer: “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
Jensen nodded but didn’t say anything. But when he reached to pour himself another glass, Jared reached out and grabbed his arm, “Stop. ... You’ve had enough for one night, man. C’mon.”
“Did I tell you that I found him on my birthday? I had prayed that I find him when I blew the candle on my cake that morning ... wishes do come true, huh? Maybe I should have been more specific.”
“Hush... no, don’t do that to yourself, okay? It’s not your fault.”
Green eyes snapped to him contemplatively, “Are you saying that you blame the cops?”
“Anyone capable of doing the things you described is not fit to be called a human, let alone a friggin’ cop!” Jared rebutted hotly.
Jensen smiled tiredly, “Thank you for saying that.”
“Anytime,” Jared returned absently, “Now c’mon. Let’s get you in bed.”
“Not bottoming,” Jensen murmured stubbornly as he allowed himself to be guided to his feet.
“No, I’ll not make you bottom.”
The drunken man patted his cheek in wordless thanks, “You’re a good boy, Jared Pada-Padale-Padaleski.”
“Lecki”
“Huh?”
“It’s Padalecki, not Padaleski.”
“Padale...Pa- Pahda- Panda...” The mobster giggled at his own slurred attempts before shaking his head and giving up. “I-... I theeenk I’ahl sti-i-cck tuh Jahred.”
“Okay.” The younger alpha murmured as he drew the blankets up and tucked the inebriated man, “You can call me Jared, or you can try again when you’re not drunk or hungover. Hum?”
A light snore was his only response and Jared found himself shaking his head fondly as he went to change and remove his make-up before joining the snoring alpha- today had been an eye-opener... he’d just have to see if he could use all that he’d learnt in his plans.
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“Jensen… who were you talking about, last night?”
“Mppfff…” The alpha grumbled, still half asleep and battling the traces of hangover the night’s drinking had left.
“You need to tell me, Jensen. Please.”
“I was drunk, Piggy… and I didn’t want to bottom… who knows what I said?”
Jared narrowed his eyes, “I don’t think you were simply fibbing just to get away from bottoming. There were just too many details for that. And ‘b’, you are trying to avoid my question.”
Jensen sighed, “You not going to let this go, are you?”
“Just tell me.”
“My brother.” The alpha breathed, “I was talking about my brother,”
“Do you have any documentation?”
“Documentation?”
“Of - of the injuries your brother had suffered.” Jared tried to frame it as delicately as he could.
“Would an autopsy report suffice?” Jensen asked tiredly.
“Yeah- yeah… that’d be good.”
Jensen nodded and went to his walk-in closet, rummaging through one of the closets there and returning with a thick yellow dossier. Jared felt his bile rise at it’s thickness. “That’s- that’s the autopsy report?”
Jensen let out a hollow chuckle, “He had a lot of injuries.”
Jared settled for nodding his understanding as he accepted the file. And then he had to drop it and rush to the bathroom to throw-up : the opening page had a photograph of a man- who looked strikingly like Jensen- as he was first discovered.
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Jensen’s jaw dropped open when he stepped into the dining hall; literally- a disgusting piece of half-masticated toast falling off before he realized and closed his mouth.
“Jared?” The gang-lord asked in a strangled voice.
He just smiled, unable to hide his delight at the alpha’s reaction. Feeling strangely confident, he sauntered up to the side table and quickly filled a plate with whatever struck his fancy before moving to the head of the table where Jensen sat and plopping down on his lap.
“Miss me?”
The alpha whimpered and nodded; Jared couldn’t help but grin as he felt how hard the man was just from the sight of him. The rush of power was addictive and Jared wondered if this was what had driven Jensen to become a crime-lord. He stayed with Jensen as the man conducted his business, some of it legal, some not so much. He fetched files and arriving fax as required to make himself seem more useful, making sure to add an extra sway to his hips whenever he felt Jensen’s eyes on him. In the brief interludes when it was just the two of them, he planted himself in the mobster’s lap; teasing the man till he was thoroughly distracted. Naturally it meant that he had to straighten his skirt whenever the next knock sounded, but it was worth it to see Jensen’s dazed expression and the alpha needing a few seconds to compose himself. He wondered why he hadn’t thought of doing this earlier, especially since Jensen had made no secret of his desire. This was so much better than playing the victim and he was around for all sorts of discussions, giving him that much more information about the shady deals that Jensen was involved in. Jared smiled in satisfaction to himself, it looked like his desire to play with Jared had blinded him to the dangers he was opening himself up to by letting a cop hang around. Well, he was going to enjoy feeding the rope to the gang lord- just enough give for him to hang himself with...
Jensen was nearly out of his mind with arousal by the time they retired for the night. Jared only smirked that cat-that-got-the-canary smile of his and retreated to their room, leaving the older alpha to make his excuses and follow behind.
Jared debated how he wanted to play this and then decided that it was too much fun to give up this control. He pounced on Jensen the moment the alpha stepped through the door, locking their lips together and stripping him of his three-piece suit. With both of them as on-edge as they were, they kept coming back for kisses after discarding each article of clothing while Jared- unable to keep his hands off, continued mapping every inch of the man’s ridiculously attractive body. It was a struggle to keep his head in the game but Jared succeeded- for the most part. When Jensen tried to gain control of the kiss for a few seconds, Jared pulled back and announced that if the man wanted him he was going to have to play by his rules. Jensen looked adorably startled by the demand but when Jared went to kiss him again, stayed admirably pliant. He stripped the alpha the rest of the way as sensually as he knew how, making sure to rub up at every opportunity to make sure Jensen wasn’t losing his interest, before pushing him down on the bed and tossing the tube of lube.
“Prepare yourself, honey.”
That seemed to sober the man up: “I’m not bottoming!”
“This time? Yes, you are.” Jared grinned, confident of his allure.
“Jay... Sweetheart...” Jensen protested, “I- ... please?”
“Nope!” Jared grinned, calculatingly planting his booted feet on the coffee table and then seductively tugging down the zipper holding the thigh-high boots one tooth at a time. “Besides, I thought you didn’t say no without trying something at least once. What happened, Ackles? Chickening out on me...?” He teased with a saucy wink.
“I- I have tried bottoming before. Thrice, to be specific.” Jensen grumbled with a shrug, “Didn’t like it. At all.”
“Seriously?!”
“Yeah,” Jensen shrugged, “I don’t exactly believe in that bullshit about alphas not bottoming, you know? And like I told you, I’ll try anything once before making up my mind.”
“But-”
“Never worked for me, Jay.”
“Well, you haven’t tried it with me, have you?” Jared countered.
“What if I don’t like it still?” Jensen argued.
“You get to tell me ‘I-Told-You-So’,” Jared murmured, walking his fingers up Jensen’s hard pectorals with each word.
Jensen laughed at the tickling sensation of Jared’s fingers on his skin before conceding the argument with a put-upon sigh as he picked up the bottle of lube and opened the cap with a snick, “Well, that’s something at least, I guess.”
Jared drew back to watch as the alpha prepped himself efficiently; then offered the bottle to him and spread out on his front. The cop took a moment to appreciate the visual before him before he coated his finger in the lube, warming it slightly by rubbing them together and pressed it tentatively against the older man’s furled opening to check if the man had prepared himself enough to accept Jared’s not inconsiderable length. A frown flickered over his face when he registered how tiny -and tight- Jensen looked down there. The clenched opened was glistening, and the sphincter looked red and irritated, proving that the alpha hadn’t faked his preparation. Brows drawing together in confusion, Jared pressed his finger with a little more strength. He had barely inserted the tip of his finger before Jensen made a strangled gasp and clamped down like a vice.
“Easy,” He shushed, rubbing the older man’s heaving abdomen in a futile effort to calm him. He could see that Jensen was beginning to lose interest in the proceedings if his dick of any indication of the same.
Jensen breathed deeply a couple of times before visibly forcing himself to relax. Unfortunately, he was still tight enough around Jared’s finger that the cop was afraid of moving it either way for fear of tearing the sensitive sphincter.
“C’mon, relax for me...” Jared whispered, continuing to rub soothing circles on the man’s stomach even though Jensen had gone completely soft by that point.
“It’s not going to get better than this, Sweetheart. C’mon, you can push in.”
“What?!” Jared hissed, “Are you nuts?! I’m not going to take you like this, Jensen- that’d be... that’d be rape!”
“You do realize that that’s exactly what you’re condemning me to when you send me to prison, don’t you?” Jensen countered; eyes narrowed and angry. In one fluid move, he yanked himself off Jared’s finger; hissing as it lit a line of fire in his most intimate opening and glared at the cop.
Jared stared, taken aback by the sudden darkening of the gangster’s mood. He gaped at the man as he tried to make sense of the words- Jensen was the kingpin of crime, surely he wasn’t afraid of other criminals?... but maybe he wasn’t used to dealing with the petty ones at ground level- that had to be it. He reached out a hesitant hand in an attempt to reassure, “Hey, it’ll not be like that, okay? There’ll be cops around; they’ll ensure that the other prisoners do not assault you.”
“Pigs, yeah right!” Jensen spat angrily, jerking away from Jared’s hand and grabbing the ever-present silk robe from next to the bed and pulling it on with jerky movements as he mocked, “Pigs will protect me.”
Jared sat up as well, eyes narrowed defensively, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It was cops who caught him, Piggy. And cops who had fun with him for two weeks before throwing him away like trash.” The older male glared as he began to stumble his way to the liquor cabinet, stubbed his toe against the edge of the bed and collapsed on the floor with a curse.
“Jensen?” He questioned uncertainly, giving up on salvaging the mood. He had never seen the alpha so... unhinged. Sure, Jensen had a temper and Jared had found himself on the wrong end of it more than once to be wary of it, but this- this was new.
“What? You think I liked finding him like that?!” The man rubbed at his injured foot for a minute before awkwardly climbing to his feet again.
“You’re not making sense. Find whom? Like what?!”
“In the trash, naked. Blood and puke and - and other fluids marring every inch of skin. They had knocked out his teeth, you know? Maybe he’d tried to bite them, I don’t know. But they had done it so overzealously that they had shattered his jaw-”
“Oh God,” Jared breathed. He still didn’t know who the man was talking about, but it didn’t matter- nobody deserved to be treated like that.
“You think that’s the worst of it?”
“It isn’t?” Jared asked, his voice sounding pitiful to his own ears.
“They had pushed a baton up his ass... but before that, they had fixed him. Like a fucking dog!”
Jared felt sick. He must have looked it too because Jensen mercifully fell silent after that. Mood effectively ruined- and his foot apparently feeling better, the mobster stomped his way to the liquor cabinet, pulled out a half-empty bottle of whiskey, poured a quarter of an inch in his tumbler and sat nursing it silently.
Jared watched him go through two more glasses as he tried to figure how to express his sympathies for whomever Jensen had lost so tragically. When Jensen started pouring himself a fourth glass, he gave up- there would never be enough words to make up for whoever Jensen was mourning; so he rose from the bed and went to crouch before him, hoping his sincerity would make up for the inadequate words he had to offer: “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
Jensen nodded but didn’t say anything. But when he reached to pour himself another glass, Jared reached out and grabbed his arm, “Stop. ... You’ve had enough for one night, man. C’mon.”
“Did I tell you that I found him on my birthday? I had prayed that I find him when I blew the candle on my cake that morning ... wishes do come true, huh? Maybe I should have been more specific.”
“Hush... no, don’t do that to yourself, okay? It’s not your fault.”
Green eyes snapped to him contemplatively, “Are you saying that you blame the cops?”
“Anyone capable of doing the things you described is not fit to be called a human, let alone a friggin’ cop!” Jared rebutted hotly.
Jensen smiled tiredly, “Thank you for saying that.”
“Anytime,” Jared returned absently, “Now c’mon. Let’s get you in bed.”
“Not bottoming,” Jensen murmured stubbornly as he allowed himself to be guided to his feet.
“No, I’ll not make you bottom.”
The drunken man patted his cheek in wordless thanks, “You’re a good boy, Jared Pada-Padale-Padaleski.”
“Lecki”
“Huh?”
“It’s Padalecki, not Padaleski.”
“Padale...Pa- Pahda- Panda...” The mobster giggled at his own slurred attempts before shaking his head and giving up. “I-... I theeenk I’ahl sti-i-cck tuh Jahred.”
“Okay.” The younger alpha murmured as he drew the blankets up and tucked the inebriated man, “You can call me Jared, or you can try again when you’re not drunk or hungover. Hum?”
A light snore was his only response and Jared found himself shaking his head fondly as he went to change and remove his make-up before joining the snoring alpha- today had been an eye-opener... he’d just have to see if he could use all that he’d learnt in his plans.
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“Jensen… who were you talking about, last night?”
“Mppfff…” The alpha grumbled, still half asleep and battling the traces of hangover the night’s drinking had left.
“You need to tell me, Jensen. Please.”
“I was drunk, Piggy… and I didn’t want to bottom… who knows what I said?”
Jared narrowed his eyes, “I don’t think you were simply fibbing just to get away from bottoming. There were just too many details for that. And ‘b’, you are trying to avoid my question.”
Jensen sighed, “You not going to let this go, are you?”
“Just tell me.”
“My brother.” The alpha breathed, “I was talking about my brother,”
“Do you have any documentation?”
“Documentation?”
“Of - of the injuries your brother had suffered.” Jared tried to frame it as delicately as he could.
“Would an autopsy report suffice?” Jensen asked tiredly.
“Yeah- yeah… that’d be good.”
Jensen nodded and went to his walk-in closet, rummaging through one of the closets there and returning with a thick yellow dossier. Jared felt his bile rise at it’s thickness. “That’s- that’s the autopsy report?”
Jensen let out a hollow chuckle, “He had a lot of injuries.”
Jared settled for nodding his understanding as he accepted the file. And then he had to drop it and rush to the bathroom to throw-up : the opening page had a photograph of a man- who looked strikingly like Jensen- as he was first discovered.
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