Secret Life
Title: Secret Life
Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Rating: nc17
Summary: Jensen and Jared are both agents for an unknown department of defense for the United States government... Think Indiana Jones meets James Bond.
M@5t3R P05t
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Jensen’s already pale skin is ashier than it was the night Jude died, or well the night Jude supposably died. Now, wrists tied, and on his knees, he stares at his used to be lover, while he’s current one stands in the back of the room, wearing Jensen’s blue bathrobe.
He didn’t have all his senses about him when he entered the perimeter of the warehouse that Steve’s tracker had shown on the computer, because yeah, Steve really had implanted Jared with a tracker that is commonly used on dogs so when they run away they can easily be traced. Jensen stares back at Jared; that analogy seemed to be the right one to use. So, as he was trying to rescue Jared, Jude had got the drop on him; stunning him enough that he was easily tied, and led into the warehouse where Jared stood, not captive, just fucking stood, and stared at Jensen in shock.
“You died,” Jensen tells Jude, as he slowly, without moving anything but his fingers, digs the three and a half inch bladed knife from the hem of his pants.
Jude laughs at him, as he walks towards Jared and runs his hand up the one hundred percent real Egyptian cotton bathrobe’s sleeve. He turns around and smirks at Jensen, “I led you to believe I died. It’s amazing what can be sold as truth with the right medical examiner and enough money. I knew I had to get out of the spot light, there was already one witness, and I couldn’t afford anyone else coming and destroying everything I’d done. So, I hired a hit man, told them to take out the SUV with Sarah in it, and then shoot me with a custom made, highly technological bullet,” Jude pauses to turn and run his hand down Jared’s cheek, “Wonder Boy here designed it,” he whispered to Jared, loud enough for Jensen to hear before turning back to look at him.
“You sent Jared after me?” Jensen asks, cursing himself quietly for falling for the taller man.
“You don’t remember Jared, do you Jen?” Jude questions before walking closer. “A few years back, terrorists stormed a college back east; they were after the genius here, and we swept in, saved the day,” Jude watches as Jensen tries to remember, “Of course, you were so high on the sex we had right before entering the building, I’d be surprised if you actually did remember Jared,” Jude turns back to Jared, reaches his hand out, curls it around Jared’s neck and pulls him down closer to his face, “Don’t feel bad baby,” he says against his ear, “You know what a fucking great lay I am.”
Jensen’s whole body shakes as he listens to Jude, throwing it in his face that Jared was only using him, that he had been fucking Jude for who knew how many years. His hands shake as he works the knife, but he still has to know everything, and is really sick of hearing about Jude and Jared, “Why?” he asks, his voice leaving his throat as calm as if he was talking about a baseball game with Went, “Why do you want to destroy AGEN so much?”
“My father,” Jude answers him, walking closer to Jensen, stopping a couple feet away, “He was an agent, and left my pregnant mother to raise me by herself because he was too loyal to the damn company to spend time with me.”
Jensen just laughs, “You’re fucking kidding me. You killed countless agents, killed innocent people, and blew up sectors, just because you have daddy issues?”
“Shut up!” Jude screams, taking a step closer. Jensen smirks and in a fury of moves, stands up, raises Jude’s left arm and plunges the knife deep into his side. Jude slips away and falls to the floor as a puddle of blood forms around his lifeless body.
In the back of the room, Jared is torn between going to Jensen and cowering against the wall. He’s never seen Jensen this angry, never even seen him take a life before so heartlessly. He even seemed to have remorse for the terrorists he took out to save a younger version of himself trapped in a room while the men demanded plans he didn’t even have. “Jensen,” he whimpers, his voice failing him as it breaks off like he’s still that scared eighteen year old in the science labs. “I have only known him as David,” he forces his voice to say, “I haven’t even seen him since I joined AGEN,” his throat works around the words, part of his body wanting nothing more than to empty its contents on the floor.
Jensen turns and glares at Jared, stepping closer with his blood splattered fingers still tightly wrapped around the hilt of the knife. He can see Jared shaking, he doesn’t know if its from fear or emotion overload but he can’t bring himself to care completely. “Shut the fuck up,” Jensen calmly tells Jared as he stalks closer, now only a yard or so away from Jared.
“Please, Jen, I love you,” Jared whispers, his eyes locked on Jensen’s own murderous ones.
Jensen’s hand begins to shake again and dropping the knife, taking a step forward, he strikes out with a well placed right hook to Jared’s face. With a mixture of fear, hatred, and sadness, he watches as Jared’s unconscious body falls to the cement floor. Not able to look at Jared, he turns around and calls AGEN to report. Knowing that the main office would call local police, Jensen calmly walks to the entrance of the warehouse, his last thoughts being to let AGEN clean up his mess and fucked up life, he was finished.
Jensen’s long gone before the first sirens can be heard heading to the warehouse where a lifeless body of a cold blooded killer and the unconscious love of Jensen’s life can be found lying on a cold, stained up cement floor.
Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Rating: nc17
Summary: Jensen and Jared are both agents for an unknown department of defense for the United States government... Think Indiana Jones meets James Bond.
M@5t3R P05t
< 009520 >
Jensen’s already pale skin is ashier than it was the night Jude died, or well the night Jude supposably died. Now, wrists tied, and on his knees, he stares at his used to be lover, while he’s current one stands in the back of the room, wearing Jensen’s blue bathrobe.
He didn’t have all his senses about him when he entered the perimeter of the warehouse that Steve’s tracker had shown on the computer, because yeah, Steve really had implanted Jared with a tracker that is commonly used on dogs so when they run away they can easily be traced. Jensen stares back at Jared; that analogy seemed to be the right one to use. So, as he was trying to rescue Jared, Jude had got the drop on him; stunning him enough that he was easily tied, and led into the warehouse where Jared stood, not captive, just fucking stood, and stared at Jensen in shock.
“You died,” Jensen tells Jude, as he slowly, without moving anything but his fingers, digs the three and a half inch bladed knife from the hem of his pants.
Jude laughs at him, as he walks towards Jared and runs his hand up the one hundred percent real Egyptian cotton bathrobe’s sleeve. He turns around and smirks at Jensen, “I led you to believe I died. It’s amazing what can be sold as truth with the right medical examiner and enough money. I knew I had to get out of the spot light, there was already one witness, and I couldn’t afford anyone else coming and destroying everything I’d done. So, I hired a hit man, told them to take out the SUV with Sarah in it, and then shoot me with a custom made, highly technological bullet,” Jude pauses to turn and run his hand down Jared’s cheek, “Wonder Boy here designed it,” he whispered to Jared, loud enough for Jensen to hear before turning back to look at him.
“You sent Jared after me?” Jensen asks, cursing himself quietly for falling for the taller man.
“You don’t remember Jared, do you Jen?” Jude questions before walking closer. “A few years back, terrorists stormed a college back east; they were after the genius here, and we swept in, saved the day,” Jude watches as Jensen tries to remember, “Of course, you were so high on the sex we had right before entering the building, I’d be surprised if you actually did remember Jared,” Jude turns back to Jared, reaches his hand out, curls it around Jared’s neck and pulls him down closer to his face, “Don’t feel bad baby,” he says against his ear, “You know what a fucking great lay I am.”
Jensen’s whole body shakes as he listens to Jude, throwing it in his face that Jared was only using him, that he had been fucking Jude for who knew how many years. His hands shake as he works the knife, but he still has to know everything, and is really sick of hearing about Jude and Jared, “Why?” he asks, his voice leaving his throat as calm as if he was talking about a baseball game with Went, “Why do you want to destroy AGEN so much?”
“My father,” Jude answers him, walking closer to Jensen, stopping a couple feet away, “He was an agent, and left my pregnant mother to raise me by herself because he was too loyal to the damn company to spend time with me.”
Jensen just laughs, “You’re fucking kidding me. You killed countless agents, killed innocent people, and blew up sectors, just because you have daddy issues?”
“Shut up!” Jude screams, taking a step closer. Jensen smirks and in a fury of moves, stands up, raises Jude’s left arm and plunges the knife deep into his side. Jude slips away and falls to the floor as a puddle of blood forms around his lifeless body.
In the back of the room, Jared is torn between going to Jensen and cowering against the wall. He’s never seen Jensen this angry, never even seen him take a life before so heartlessly. He even seemed to have remorse for the terrorists he took out to save a younger version of himself trapped in a room while the men demanded plans he didn’t even have. “Jensen,” he whimpers, his voice failing him as it breaks off like he’s still that scared eighteen year old in the science labs. “I have only known him as David,” he forces his voice to say, “I haven’t even seen him since I joined AGEN,” his throat works around the words, part of his body wanting nothing more than to empty its contents on the floor.
Jensen turns and glares at Jared, stepping closer with his blood splattered fingers still tightly wrapped around the hilt of the knife. He can see Jared shaking, he doesn’t know if its from fear or emotion overload but he can’t bring himself to care completely. “Shut the fuck up,” Jensen calmly tells Jared as he stalks closer, now only a yard or so away from Jared.
“Please, Jen, I love you,” Jared whispers, his eyes locked on Jensen’s own murderous ones.
Jensen’s hand begins to shake again and dropping the knife, taking a step forward, he strikes out with a well placed right hook to Jared’s face. With a mixture of fear, hatred, and sadness, he watches as Jared’s unconscious body falls to the cement floor. Not able to look at Jared, he turns around and calls AGEN to report. Knowing that the main office would call local police, Jensen calmly walks to the entrance of the warehouse, his last thoughts being to let AGEN clean up his mess and fucked up life, he was finished.
Jensen’s long gone before the first sirens can be heard heading to the warehouse where a lifeless body of a cold blooded killer and the unconscious love of Jensen’s life can be found lying on a cold, stained up cement floor.