In the coils of a snake_12
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Three weeks since his meeting with his chief, he received an email with five names and nothing else. He printed the names, and handed the envelope to Chris. It was two months to a day since his brunch with JD when Jared walked Jensen down to a room where five blindfolded men were awaiting them.
Jensen’s eyes were still gleaming with that maniac glow as Jared carefully undressed him and led him to a shower. A few minutes with a soft washcloth foamy with lather and all traces of the evening’s activities were sliding down the drain with the rust coloured water. Jared was wiping the older alpha down when he noticed the effect the adrenalin had left in the man.
He glanced up through his lashes to find that manic green gaze regarding him silently and flushed when his body responded. Holding that gaze, he reached behind the man for the scented oil and quickly poured a generous amount in his palms. Still keeping his eyes on the viridian stare, Jared pressed his teeth into the plump skin of his lower lip, grinning victoriously when the emerald darkened to jade. Without warning he grabbed the tumescent length in front of him and smirked when the man let out a ragged moan.
“Jared!”
The cop just laughed and kept up his measured strokes and only stopped when a hard hand grabbed his hair firmly. He froze uncertainly, hands falling back to his sides and the vulnerable length of his throat bared as he stared up at Ackles.
Jensen pulled him to his feet with the help of his grip on Jared’s hair and while the sharp tugs had him wincing, Jared made no move to escape the hold.
“Want to be inside you. Can I? Please?”
Jared’s eyes widened at the unexpected question: they had not gone ‘all the way’ since that long ago night and he found himself nodding permission before he thought about the repercussions.
“Thank you,” Jensen breathed and crushed their lips together.
Given the adrenalin still buzzing through the older alpha, Jared was sure it was going to be a hard fuck, and he was pleasantly surprised when Jensen reined himself in; taking the time to prepare Jared properly before claiming him. Even after he’d been breached, the man showed no hints of impatience and despite himself Jared founded himself responding to the languid strokes that brushed over that special spot inside him. He spilled without a hand on him and for the first time, didn’t feel guilt about enjoying himself.
---
Jensen had always been tactile around him, but it still surprised him how incredibly affectionate the alpha was ever since his ‘gift’. Jared sat in on most meetings now, both legal and those pertaining to Jensen’s ‘extra-curricular’ activities. Most of it was boring above-board stuff, but it was fascinating to see how adroit a business magnate Jensen was.
Back when he’d been in the academy, he had scoffed at how ‘Jensen Ross Ackles’ brushed shoulders with the city big wigs on a daily basis. Charity parties never seemed complete without the inclusion of his name in the guest list and the magazines loved to feature how the photogenic alpha ‘gave back to the society’. At the time, Jared had thought Jensen greased the right palms for all the positive media coverage... watching the man now, Jared figured that while Jensen did grease a few palms, he was genuinely involved with a lot of charities. His legal business dealings and role in the multiple charities took up the lion’s share of the alpha’s time and Jared marvelled at how a sentence here and there was all that was required to manage his ‘other’ job.
He asked Jensen about it once and the alpha just laughed enigmatically.
---
“Piggy! Just the person I was looking for!” Jensen greeted as he sauntered into the kitchen where Jared and Etta were baking pies.
Jared rolled his eyes at the nickname, knowing there was little point in complaining about the name that had been bestowed upon him.
“Etta, can I borrow your helper, please?” The gangster batted his eyelashes at the stern housekeeper like one of those Japanese cartoons Jared had once seen on porn and he had to bite his lip to stifle his laughter.
“On one condition,”
“Oh?”
“You’ll have to tell me someday how this hunky alpha got piggy as a nickname.”
“That’s easy, Etta.” Jensen grinned. “He’s a cop,”
The woman’s eyes widened comically at the non-dramatic disclosure about Jared’s real job and she looked rapidly between the two of them. Jensen was not paying her any mind, busy sneaking a hand into the cookie jar, so Jared was the only one who caught her look.
“Is it true?”
He nodded.
“You hurt that boy and I’ll kill you myself,”
Jared raised a placating hand, “Jensen’s safe-”
“I know his family has a bad history with cops,” the woman told him. Jared shuddered, remembering Jensen’s brother. “And I don’t want him to get hurt, okay? Don’t ever let me catch you hurting him.”
“I won’t. I promise.” He offered a tremulous smile.
“Don’t think I don’t see you sneaking into my cookie tin, Boy!” The woman roared, effectively dismissing him and Jared laughed all the way to his room as Jensen grabbed his hand and ran with him.
They were both breathing hard and wheezing from grinning so had by the time the door closed behind them. Jared regarded the almost preternaturally good looking alpha contemplatively.
“You said you were looking for me?”
Jensen sobered immediately, “Yeah, I want someone picked up.”
“You have drivers for that,” Jared pointed out.
‘No, I mean… put behind bars.”
“Oh?”
“It’s one of my men,”
“You’re betraying one of your own?” Jared couldn’t help but ask. Jensen had always seemed so protective of his crew...
“He betrayed me,” Jensen snarled, “Lured teens into the beds of the city’s rich and kinky to fatten his wallet,”
“Huh,”
“So, can you arrange it?”
Jared smiled, “Yeah. I think so... You got any proof of his activities?”
“Some,” Jensen answered as he offered him his phone and Jared obediently dialled the number he had learnt by heart. He rattled off his code and asked for Chad.
“J-Bird!” The cheerful voice of his former teammate was like a breath of fresh air. “What’s up?”
“I have a name. Can you grab him?”
“Sure, no problem-o… You got the proof to charge the guy with? ‘cause y’know he’s going to walk otherwise.”
Jared raised an eyebrow at Jensen but the man shook his head bitterly.
“No proof, circumstantial evidence… guy’s on Ackles’ payroll. If I snoop around anymore it’ll raise eyebrows.”
“Gotcha. We’ll handle it. What’s the dude done?”
“Human trafficking.” Jared told him baldly.
Chad choked on the other end, “Come again?”
“You heard me.”
“Yeah, yeah… I just- are you safe, J-bird? Ackles and human traffickers… you’re playing a very risky game, Kid.”
“It’s not that bad,” Jared sighed. “It’s just… they were underage, man… and this guy just sold them to the highest bidder.”
“You know the clients?”
Jensen nodded and waved his hand in a see-saw pattern at Jared’s raised brow.
“A few of them.” Jared translated. “I’ll send you the list.”
“Okay,” Chad agreed. Then; “Any chance we can nab Ackles in this sting as well?”
“Jensen doesn’t know, man. He doesn’t support prostitution, you know that… this guy’s sneaking it. I want him off Ackles’ crew.”
“Jensen huh?”
“C’mon Chad, don’t start. Not now.”
“I’m not starting anything, J-bird. You’re the one who’s strangely protective of the guy you’re supposed to be taking down. … just - you remember which team you are on, Jared.”
“I’ll never forget that, Chad. … but… Jensen’s not as bad as we’d thought-”
“He butchered five cops last week,”
“I know,”
“You don’t blame him,” His friend breathed, taken aback.
“Not this time, no.” Jared confirmed. “Things are complicated.”
“Simplify them for me.”
“They were on Pellegrino’s payroll.”
“Shit,”
“Yeah.”
“So you’re saying Ackles is actually a good guy?”
“No!” Jared protested before he remembered that said alpha was right next to him. “I mean, he’s … he’s like a snake, Chad. It’s bad if you get entangled in his coils… but he’s necessary to maintain the ecosystem.”
“Wow,”
“Shut up,”
“No seriously, that was beautiful. You sure you weren’t a lawyer in your last birth?”
“I’m hanging up, Chad.”
“Fine, fine. … I look into what you told me. You just stay on your guard, J-bird, okay? You don’t want to get entangled in the snake’s coils...or worse, eaten.”
Jared hung up, only daring to look at the man as he returned the phone. “What?”
“So... You think you’re safe from this snake, Piggy?”
Jared grinned and shook his head, “Nah… it’s too late for me, I’m afraid.”
Jensen looked surprisingly sad at the words. “I’ll let you go if you ask me to,”
Jared huffed and didn’t bother with a verbal response, just leaning forward to kiss the alpha.
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Three weeks since his meeting with his chief, he received an email with five names and nothing else. He printed the names, and handed the envelope to Chris. It was two months to a day since his brunch with JD when Jared walked Jensen down to a room where five blindfolded men were awaiting them.
Jensen’s eyes were still gleaming with that maniac glow as Jared carefully undressed him and led him to a shower. A few minutes with a soft washcloth foamy with lather and all traces of the evening’s activities were sliding down the drain with the rust coloured water. Jared was wiping the older alpha down when he noticed the effect the adrenalin had left in the man.
He glanced up through his lashes to find that manic green gaze regarding him silently and flushed when his body responded. Holding that gaze, he reached behind the man for the scented oil and quickly poured a generous amount in his palms. Still keeping his eyes on the viridian stare, Jared pressed his teeth into the plump skin of his lower lip, grinning victoriously when the emerald darkened to jade. Without warning he grabbed the tumescent length in front of him and smirked when the man let out a ragged moan.
“Jared!”
The cop just laughed and kept up his measured strokes and only stopped when a hard hand grabbed his hair firmly. He froze uncertainly, hands falling back to his sides and the vulnerable length of his throat bared as he stared up at Ackles.
Jensen pulled him to his feet with the help of his grip on Jared’s hair and while the sharp tugs had him wincing, Jared made no move to escape the hold.
“Want to be inside you. Can I? Please?”
Jared’s eyes widened at the unexpected question: they had not gone ‘all the way’ since that long ago night and he found himself nodding permission before he thought about the repercussions.
“Thank you,” Jensen breathed and crushed their lips together.
Given the adrenalin still buzzing through the older alpha, Jared was sure it was going to be a hard fuck, and he was pleasantly surprised when Jensen reined himself in; taking the time to prepare Jared properly before claiming him. Even after he’d been breached, the man showed no hints of impatience and despite himself Jared founded himself responding to the languid strokes that brushed over that special spot inside him. He spilled without a hand on him and for the first time, didn’t feel guilt about enjoying himself.
---
Jensen had always been tactile around him, but it still surprised him how incredibly affectionate the alpha was ever since his ‘gift’. Jared sat in on most meetings now, both legal and those pertaining to Jensen’s ‘extra-curricular’ activities. Most of it was boring above-board stuff, but it was fascinating to see how adroit a business magnate Jensen was.
Back when he’d been in the academy, he had scoffed at how ‘Jensen Ross Ackles’ brushed shoulders with the city big wigs on a daily basis. Charity parties never seemed complete without the inclusion of his name in the guest list and the magazines loved to feature how the photogenic alpha ‘gave back to the society’. At the time, Jared had thought Jensen greased the right palms for all the positive media coverage... watching the man now, Jared figured that while Jensen did grease a few palms, he was genuinely involved with a lot of charities. His legal business dealings and role in the multiple charities took up the lion’s share of the alpha’s time and Jared marvelled at how a sentence here and there was all that was required to manage his ‘other’ job.
He asked Jensen about it once and the alpha just laughed enigmatically.
---
“Piggy! Just the person I was looking for!” Jensen greeted as he sauntered into the kitchen where Jared and Etta were baking pies.
Jared rolled his eyes at the nickname, knowing there was little point in complaining about the name that had been bestowed upon him.
“Etta, can I borrow your helper, please?” The gangster batted his eyelashes at the stern housekeeper like one of those Japanese cartoons Jared had once seen on porn and he had to bite his lip to stifle his laughter.
“On one condition,”
“Oh?”
“You’ll have to tell me someday how this hunky alpha got piggy as a nickname.”
“That’s easy, Etta.” Jensen grinned. “He’s a cop,”
The woman’s eyes widened comically at the non-dramatic disclosure about Jared’s real job and she looked rapidly between the two of them. Jensen was not paying her any mind, busy sneaking a hand into the cookie jar, so Jared was the only one who caught her look.
“Is it true?”
He nodded.
“You hurt that boy and I’ll kill you myself,”
Jared raised a placating hand, “Jensen’s safe-”
“I know his family has a bad history with cops,” the woman told him. Jared shuddered, remembering Jensen’s brother. “And I don’t want him to get hurt, okay? Don’t ever let me catch you hurting him.”
“I won’t. I promise.” He offered a tremulous smile.
“Don’t think I don’t see you sneaking into my cookie tin, Boy!” The woman roared, effectively dismissing him and Jared laughed all the way to his room as Jensen grabbed his hand and ran with him.
They were both breathing hard and wheezing from grinning so had by the time the door closed behind them. Jared regarded the almost preternaturally good looking alpha contemplatively.
“You said you were looking for me?”
Jensen sobered immediately, “Yeah, I want someone picked up.”
“You have drivers for that,” Jared pointed out.
‘No, I mean… put behind bars.”
“Oh?”
“It’s one of my men,”
“You’re betraying one of your own?” Jared couldn’t help but ask. Jensen had always seemed so protective of his crew...
“He betrayed me,” Jensen snarled, “Lured teens into the beds of the city’s rich and kinky to fatten his wallet,”
“Huh,”
“So, can you arrange it?”
Jared smiled, “Yeah. I think so... You got any proof of his activities?”
“Some,” Jensen answered as he offered him his phone and Jared obediently dialled the number he had learnt by heart. He rattled off his code and asked for Chad.
“J-Bird!” The cheerful voice of his former teammate was like a breath of fresh air. “What’s up?”
“I have a name. Can you grab him?”
“Sure, no problem-o… You got the proof to charge the guy with? ‘cause y’know he’s going to walk otherwise.”
Jared raised an eyebrow at Jensen but the man shook his head bitterly.
“No proof, circumstantial evidence… guy’s on Ackles’ payroll. If I snoop around anymore it’ll raise eyebrows.”
“Gotcha. We’ll handle it. What’s the dude done?”
“Human trafficking.” Jared told him baldly.
Chad choked on the other end, “Come again?”
“You heard me.”
“Yeah, yeah… I just- are you safe, J-bird? Ackles and human traffickers… you’re playing a very risky game, Kid.”
“It’s not that bad,” Jared sighed. “It’s just… they were underage, man… and this guy just sold them to the highest bidder.”
“You know the clients?”
Jensen nodded and waved his hand in a see-saw pattern at Jared’s raised brow.
“A few of them.” Jared translated. “I’ll send you the list.”
“Okay,” Chad agreed. Then; “Any chance we can nab Ackles in this sting as well?”
“Jensen doesn’t know, man. He doesn’t support prostitution, you know that… this guy’s sneaking it. I want him off Ackles’ crew.”
“Jensen huh?”
“C’mon Chad, don’t start. Not now.”
“I’m not starting anything, J-bird. You’re the one who’s strangely protective of the guy you’re supposed to be taking down. … just - you remember which team you are on, Jared.”
“I’ll never forget that, Chad. … but… Jensen’s not as bad as we’d thought-”
“He butchered five cops last week,”
“I know,”
“You don’t blame him,” His friend breathed, taken aback.
“Not this time, no.” Jared confirmed. “Things are complicated.”
“Simplify them for me.”
“They were on Pellegrino’s payroll.”
“Shit,”
“Yeah.”
“So you’re saying Ackles is actually a good guy?”
“No!” Jared protested before he remembered that said alpha was right next to him. “I mean, he’s … he’s like a snake, Chad. It’s bad if you get entangled in his coils… but he’s necessary to maintain the ecosystem.”
“Wow,”
“Shut up,”
“No seriously, that was beautiful. You sure you weren’t a lawyer in your last birth?”
“I’m hanging up, Chad.”
“Fine, fine. … I look into what you told me. You just stay on your guard, J-bird, okay? You don’t want to get entangled in the snake’s coils...or worse, eaten.”
Jared hung up, only daring to look at the man as he returned the phone. “What?”
“So... You think you’re safe from this snake, Piggy?”
Jared grinned and shook his head, “Nah… it’s too late for me, I’m afraid.”
Jensen looked surprisingly sad at the words. “I’ll let you go if you ask me to,”
Jared huffed and didn’t bother with a verbal response, just leaning forward to kiss the alpha.
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