A Little Bonding
Part Five of the "A Little Familiar" Series
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R (bordering on NC-17 but not too explicit)
Warnings: None really, unless you need a warning for snark.
Disclaimer: Obviously not real and not meant to imply reality. This is crack, ladies and gentleman.
Authors Note: Written for meus_venator's prompt for the Kettle of Trouble meme. This is probably not at all what she had in mind when she gave that prompt, but it's where my warped mind chose to go with it, so here it is... Beta done as always by bumblebat79
Summary:Ever wonder how sorcerer's wind up with their familiars? Well J1, a mild mannered IT professional is about to discover that J2, the hipster in marketing isn't all he appears and the word 'Master' will never mean the same thing to him again.
Part One
Jared sat in the dark for about a minute, waiting to make sure Jeremiah and his crew were truly gone before nudging Jensen with his foot. Jensen groaned and sat up.
“Jared? Is that you?” Jensen sounded groggy, like he’d just woken up from a long nap.
“Yeah,” Jared confirmed. “Are you okay?”
“Just peachy,” Jensen said, and despite the sarcasm that was Jensen’s usual tone Jared assumed he was telling the truth. “I love having my familiar form stomped on and squished. It’s a hell of way to wake up.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Jared was confused. “I thought you were dead; I was so scared for you.” Jensen sighed.
“You don’t know much about familiars, do you?”
“Guess not,” Jared said, sounding defeated. Really, this was turning into the worst night ever.
“Hey, don’t be like that,” Jensen said softly. “Familiars don’t shape-shift; it’s a common misconception. Our familiar forms are physical, yes, but they’re formed out of the ether of the astral plane.”
“Formed out of what?”
“Magic,” Jensen said drily. “All you need to know is this - once I’ve formed my familiar my consciousness is in that body. If it dies, or gets destroyed then my consciousness automatically snaps back to this body. So I’m basically helpless and unconscious here while my mouse is out running around. It’s kind of why we allow the misconception that we shape-shift. And most of us make sure we’re in a completely secure area before forming. I tried to warn you.”
“Oh,” said Jared. “Sorry. So can you bring your mouse form back and maybe get us untied? I have to stop Jeremiah from getting that amulet, if I can.”
“Well we’ve got at least two hours before they break the wards on Pellegrino’s office, and that’s if they know what they’re doing. Do they?”
“I- I don’t know,” Jared admitted. “I didn’t even know we were sorcerers until tonight, and I don’t know when Jeremiah figured it out.”
“He does seem a bit quicker on the uptake-“
“Hey!” Jared interrupted, indignant.
“Sorry,” Jensen apologized. “And no, I can’t bring my familiar form back for a few good hours, since I’m unclaimed. It’s harder for the unclaimed to manifest their forms - most of us can only do it once a day. I can do it twice, if I’m lucky.”
“You probably don’t want me to claim you anymore, do you?” Jared asked, afraid for the answer. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness and the little light that seeped into the office through the narrow, frosted window set into the office door. Jensen had pushed himself up onto his knees and now he inched slowly toward Jared until he was kneeling between Jared’s legs.
“Of course I still want you to claim me, Jared,” Jensen said. “Just as soon as we get out of here. I’ll tell you a secret - I was kind of an ass to you this past month because I was mad at you for not being a sorcerer.”
“Because that’s fair,” Jared said, distracted from his sarcasm by the proximity of Jensen’s mouth to his own. If he just leaned forward a little more-
Jensen strained upwards a little more and his mouth met Jared’s, and it was not conducive at all to getting them out of their bonds, but Jared wasn’t about to stop this. Jensen’s mouth was made for kissing (and maybe other less PG activities). It was easy to get lost in that kiss, with as warm, wet and wonderful as it was, but Jared pulled away with a gasp.
“Still not enough,” Jensen said, his voice husky. That tone settled low in Jared’s stomach and lower still. “God, I need you to claim me.”
“I want to, Jensen,” Jared sighed. “But how? We’re both tied up.”
Jensen lowered his head to Jared’s wrist and tried to tug at the knots with his teeth. After a minute or two of determined struggling, Jensen raised his head.
“No good,” he grumbled. “Whoever tied these knots knew what they were doing. I’m not trying to break a tooth on a stupid knot.”
Jared started to struggle against the binding.
“Stop that,” Jensen admonished. “You’ll only make it tighter. Damn it! If only you’d been able to claim me earlier, I could reform my familiar form and we’d be out of these ropes in no time.”
“Guess we’re stuck here for the duration,” Jared mumbled.
“Wait, maybe not,” Jensen said, his posture straightening up. “Tell me to suck you off.”
Jared almost flipped his chair over. “Tell you to what?” Jared’s voice squeaked at a register that almost made it sound like he was the mouse.
“We could forge a temporary claim. You do know that for you to claim me, you have to fuck me, right? Or I could fuck you. Either way the claim has to be cemented by penetrative sex. Back in the old days they drank each other’s blood to form the bond, but this way is much less barbaric, at least I think so.“ Jensen kind of sounded like he was quoting a textbook. Hell, for all Jared knew, he probably was.
“Yeah, I knew that much,” Jared said in a rush. “But you want me to order you to, uh,” Jared cleared his throat and whispered the next part, “suck me?”
“Of course,” Jensen all but purred, leaning forward and arching up so that his chest was pressed against Jared’s. “You’re my master - you have to tell me to do it or it won’t work.”
“Oh God,” Jared groaned as Jensen mouthed at the skin on his neck. Jared’s dick was definitely on board with this unexpected change of plans and making an obvious tent in the front of his loose pirate pants. Wow, this costume did not do well at even remotely hiding inappropriate (or in this case - appropriate) boners. Jared gave half a thought to leaving a review about that on the company’s website, but then his thoughts returned to more pressing matters. Namely, Jensen pressed tightly against him from neck to crotch and yeah, his dick really liked that.
“Tell me, Master,” Jensen practically whined. “You have to tell me to do it.”
“Do it, Jensen,” Jared gasped, his hips thrusting upward to show Jensen where to go just in case he’d somehow managed to miss it (even though this was all his idea). “Suck me.”
“Want to,” Jensen rasped, his face nuzzling Jared’s stomach to lift the gauzy material of Jared’s pirate shirt above his belt. “I’ve wanted to since I first saw you, damn it. Bet you got a gorgeous cock.”
Jared had always been a sucker for dirty talk and if Jensen didn’t shut up, well, Jared wasn’t going to last to do any kind of claiming, temporary or otherwise. “Hurry up and get your mouth on me,” Jared demanded, pulling a groan from Jensen. Huh. Apparently he was really into this whole Master thing. Jensen lowered his head and started using his teeth to work the leather strip of Jared’s belt out of its buckle. It was a cheap belt, really just for show and Jensen didn’t have too much trouble getting it undone. Jared’s pants were pretty simple too, no button and zipper to undo (although that would have been pretty hot, he thought). Jensen took the string that laced them up between his teeth and pulled gently, undoing the bow and loosing the pants. Jared looked down and saw Jensen pondering his boxers.
“Lift your hips a little,” Jensen said finally. Jared was more than happy to comply as Jensen, still using his mouth, tugged them down on either side of his hips and then in the front, freeing Jared’s cock with what he’d almost call finesse.
“Oh God,” Jared moaned. Jensen didn’t hesitate in the slightest, enveloping Jared in that perfect mouth. Jensen worked with precision, as if he knew just what would drive Jared crazy. It was only a matter of moments, it seemed, before Jared felt himself tense, pressure coiling tight in his belly. He barely had time to warn Jensen before he was coming, Jensen moaning like he was the one who’d just gotten off.
Jared gasped and tried to catch his breath. As his heartbeat slowed his wits seemed to return. He looked down to see Jensen tucking him back in.
“Do you want me to, you know, return the favor?” Jared asked, not wanting to be rude.
“No time now,” Jensen said wistfully. He scooted back so that his back was resting against the wall of the office and shut his eyes. As he did, a small golden light appeared on Jared’s knee, quickly solidifying into the shape of Mouse Jensen.
“I’m going to have to chew through the rope,” Jensen the Mouse explained. He climbed up the arm of the chair and looked at the rope in disgust. “Well, here goes nothing. Mom always is fussing at me to eat more fiber.”
“Won’t this take like, forever?” Jared wondered aloud.
“One thing about mice you may not be aware of,” Jensen said as he set to go to work. “We have really sharp frickin’ teeth.”
Time seemed to slow as Jensen gnawed through one of the ropes and when it gave Jared’s arm came free suddenly, nearly knocking Jensen onto the floor.
“Be careful, would ya?” Jensen groused. “That’s a long way down.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Jared apologized as he went to work untying himself with his free hand. The rope around his waist was still tricky to untie since Jensen didn’t help with that, but finally, Jared was free. He grabbed his Mouse Jensen and deposited him into his vest pocket.
“What now?” Jared asked.
“Call the cops,” Jensen said. “I’d do it, but can you imagine me trying to lift that receiver?”
Jared smiled at that. “I’ll do it. But the cops, really?”
“Do you want to get blamed for this? Of course call the cops! Just let them know there’s a sorcerer involved so they send in the right kind of cops.”
Jared untied Jensen's wrists and ankles, and then did as instructed, wondering all the while just who the master was now. The voice on the line told him to stay put until backup arrived, but Jared wasn’t about to that. He had a score to settle, and amazingly, Jensen seemed to agree with him.
“I’ll tell you a little something more about familiars, Jared,” he said. “Don’t ever underestimate them because of their size. I might be a mouse-“
“What’s with that, anyway?” Jared interrupted. “No offense, I love it, but don’t you guys choose your forms?”
“I’m going to let that slide this time, Jared, but don’t be an ass,” Jensen said. “Yes, we choose our forms. Most familiars manifest for the first time when they’re around thirteen, yeah? Well what you probably don’t know is that whatever form we choose that first time is the form we’re stuck with for life. Also, the younger a familiar is when they manifest the more powerful they’ll be when they grow up. I chose a mouse because my favorite book at that time was Stuart Little.”
“Awww,” Jared said without malice. “That’s so cute.”
“Shut up,” demanded Jensen. “Let’s get us out of here. Now, I want you to focus on the door and picture it opening. I want to you to want it to open so bad you can feel it in your gut. Now, when it feels like you can’t take it anymore and you’re about to explode, take your hand and imagine throwing that energy - that pressure - at the door.”
“Okay,” Jared said. “But I thought sorcerers used, you know, spells?”
Jensen scoffed. “Spells are for amateurs.”
“Um, I kind of am an amateur,” Jared argued.
“Yeah, but I’m not,” Jensen countered.
Jared only nodded in response and did as he was told, imaging the power building inside his core until he was nearly bursting with it. In the next moment, he felt that energy move down his arm to his hand and he knew that it was ready. He hurled it at the door.
The door exploded outward in a shower of splinters.
“Holy shit,” Jared breathed, looking at the pile of wooden chips on the floor.
“Oh, and Jared,” Jensen said. “When I first manifested? I was five.”
Part Six
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R (bordering on NC-17 but not too explicit)
Warnings: None really, unless you need a warning for snark.
Disclaimer: Obviously not real and not meant to imply reality. This is crack, ladies and gentleman.
Authors Note: Written for meus_venator's prompt for the Kettle of Trouble meme. This is probably not at all what she had in mind when she gave that prompt, but it's where my warped mind chose to go with it, so here it is... Beta done as always by bumblebat79
Summary:Ever wonder how sorcerer's wind up with their familiars? Well J1, a mild mannered IT professional is about to discover that J2, the hipster in marketing isn't all he appears and the word 'Master' will never mean the same thing to him again.
Part One
Jared sat in the dark for about a minute, waiting to make sure Jeremiah and his crew were truly gone before nudging Jensen with his foot. Jensen groaned and sat up.
“Jared? Is that you?” Jensen sounded groggy, like he’d just woken up from a long nap.
“Yeah,” Jared confirmed. “Are you okay?”
“Just peachy,” Jensen said, and despite the sarcasm that was Jensen’s usual tone Jared assumed he was telling the truth. “I love having my familiar form stomped on and squished. It’s a hell of way to wake up.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Jared was confused. “I thought you were dead; I was so scared for you.” Jensen sighed.
“You don’t know much about familiars, do you?”
“Guess not,” Jared said, sounding defeated. Really, this was turning into the worst night ever.
“Hey, don’t be like that,” Jensen said softly. “Familiars don’t shape-shift; it’s a common misconception. Our familiar forms are physical, yes, but they’re formed out of the ether of the astral plane.”
“Formed out of what?”
“Magic,” Jensen said drily. “All you need to know is this - once I’ve formed my familiar my consciousness is in that body. If it dies, or gets destroyed then my consciousness automatically snaps back to this body. So I’m basically helpless and unconscious here while my mouse is out running around. It’s kind of why we allow the misconception that we shape-shift. And most of us make sure we’re in a completely secure area before forming. I tried to warn you.”
“Oh,” said Jared. “Sorry. So can you bring your mouse form back and maybe get us untied? I have to stop Jeremiah from getting that amulet, if I can.”
“Well we’ve got at least two hours before they break the wards on Pellegrino’s office, and that’s if they know what they’re doing. Do they?”
“I- I don’t know,” Jared admitted. “I didn’t even know we were sorcerers until tonight, and I don’t know when Jeremiah figured it out.”
“He does seem a bit quicker on the uptake-“
“Hey!” Jared interrupted, indignant.
“Sorry,” Jensen apologized. “And no, I can’t bring my familiar form back for a few good hours, since I’m unclaimed. It’s harder for the unclaimed to manifest their forms - most of us can only do it once a day. I can do it twice, if I’m lucky.”
“You probably don’t want me to claim you anymore, do you?” Jared asked, afraid for the answer. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness and the little light that seeped into the office through the narrow, frosted window set into the office door. Jensen had pushed himself up onto his knees and now he inched slowly toward Jared until he was kneeling between Jared’s legs.
“Of course I still want you to claim me, Jared,” Jensen said. “Just as soon as we get out of here. I’ll tell you a secret - I was kind of an ass to you this past month because I was mad at you for not being a sorcerer.”
“Because that’s fair,” Jared said, distracted from his sarcasm by the proximity of Jensen’s mouth to his own. If he just leaned forward a little more-
Jensen strained upwards a little more and his mouth met Jared’s, and it was not conducive at all to getting them out of their bonds, but Jared wasn’t about to stop this. Jensen’s mouth was made for kissing (and maybe other less PG activities). It was easy to get lost in that kiss, with as warm, wet and wonderful as it was, but Jared pulled away with a gasp.
“Still not enough,” Jensen said, his voice husky. That tone settled low in Jared’s stomach and lower still. “God, I need you to claim me.”
“I want to, Jensen,” Jared sighed. “But how? We’re both tied up.”
Jensen lowered his head to Jared’s wrist and tried to tug at the knots with his teeth. After a minute or two of determined struggling, Jensen raised his head.
“No good,” he grumbled. “Whoever tied these knots knew what they were doing. I’m not trying to break a tooth on a stupid knot.”
Jared started to struggle against the binding.
“Stop that,” Jensen admonished. “You’ll only make it tighter. Damn it! If only you’d been able to claim me earlier, I could reform my familiar form and we’d be out of these ropes in no time.”
“Guess we’re stuck here for the duration,” Jared mumbled.
“Wait, maybe not,” Jensen said, his posture straightening up. “Tell me to suck you off.”
Jared almost flipped his chair over. “Tell you to what?” Jared’s voice squeaked at a register that almost made it sound like he was the mouse.
“We could forge a temporary claim. You do know that for you to claim me, you have to fuck me, right? Or I could fuck you. Either way the claim has to be cemented by penetrative sex. Back in the old days they drank each other’s blood to form the bond, but this way is much less barbaric, at least I think so.“ Jensen kind of sounded like he was quoting a textbook. Hell, for all Jared knew, he probably was.
“Yeah, I knew that much,” Jared said in a rush. “But you want me to order you to, uh,” Jared cleared his throat and whispered the next part, “suck me?”
“Of course,” Jensen all but purred, leaning forward and arching up so that his chest was pressed against Jared’s. “You’re my master - you have to tell me to do it or it won’t work.”
“Oh God,” Jared groaned as Jensen mouthed at the skin on his neck. Jared’s dick was definitely on board with this unexpected change of plans and making an obvious tent in the front of his loose pirate pants. Wow, this costume did not do well at even remotely hiding inappropriate (or in this case - appropriate) boners. Jared gave half a thought to leaving a review about that on the company’s website, but then his thoughts returned to more pressing matters. Namely, Jensen pressed tightly against him from neck to crotch and yeah, his dick really liked that.
“Tell me, Master,” Jensen practically whined. “You have to tell me to do it.”
“Do it, Jensen,” Jared gasped, his hips thrusting upward to show Jensen where to go just in case he’d somehow managed to miss it (even though this was all his idea). “Suck me.”
“Want to,” Jensen rasped, his face nuzzling Jared’s stomach to lift the gauzy material of Jared’s pirate shirt above his belt. “I’ve wanted to since I first saw you, damn it. Bet you got a gorgeous cock.”
Jared had always been a sucker for dirty talk and if Jensen didn’t shut up, well, Jared wasn’t going to last to do any kind of claiming, temporary or otherwise. “Hurry up and get your mouth on me,” Jared demanded, pulling a groan from Jensen. Huh. Apparently he was really into this whole Master thing. Jensen lowered his head and started using his teeth to work the leather strip of Jared’s belt out of its buckle. It was a cheap belt, really just for show and Jensen didn’t have too much trouble getting it undone. Jared’s pants were pretty simple too, no button and zipper to undo (although that would have been pretty hot, he thought). Jensen took the string that laced them up between his teeth and pulled gently, undoing the bow and loosing the pants. Jared looked down and saw Jensen pondering his boxers.
“Lift your hips a little,” Jensen said finally. Jared was more than happy to comply as Jensen, still using his mouth, tugged them down on either side of his hips and then in the front, freeing Jared’s cock with what he’d almost call finesse.
“Oh God,” Jared moaned. Jensen didn’t hesitate in the slightest, enveloping Jared in that perfect mouth. Jensen worked with precision, as if he knew just what would drive Jared crazy. It was only a matter of moments, it seemed, before Jared felt himself tense, pressure coiling tight in his belly. He barely had time to warn Jensen before he was coming, Jensen moaning like he was the one who’d just gotten off.
Jared gasped and tried to catch his breath. As his heartbeat slowed his wits seemed to return. He looked down to see Jensen tucking him back in.
“Do you want me to, you know, return the favor?” Jared asked, not wanting to be rude.
“No time now,” Jensen said wistfully. He scooted back so that his back was resting against the wall of the office and shut his eyes. As he did, a small golden light appeared on Jared’s knee, quickly solidifying into the shape of Mouse Jensen.
“I’m going to have to chew through the rope,” Jensen the Mouse explained. He climbed up the arm of the chair and looked at the rope in disgust. “Well, here goes nothing. Mom always is fussing at me to eat more fiber.”
“Won’t this take like, forever?” Jared wondered aloud.
“One thing about mice you may not be aware of,” Jensen said as he set to go to work. “We have really sharp frickin’ teeth.”
Time seemed to slow as Jensen gnawed through one of the ropes and when it gave Jared’s arm came free suddenly, nearly knocking Jensen onto the floor.
“Be careful, would ya?” Jensen groused. “That’s a long way down.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Jared apologized as he went to work untying himself with his free hand. The rope around his waist was still tricky to untie since Jensen didn’t help with that, but finally, Jared was free. He grabbed his Mouse Jensen and deposited him into his vest pocket.
“What now?” Jared asked.
“Call the cops,” Jensen said. “I’d do it, but can you imagine me trying to lift that receiver?”
Jared smiled at that. “I’ll do it. But the cops, really?”
“Do you want to get blamed for this? Of course call the cops! Just let them know there’s a sorcerer involved so they send in the right kind of cops.”
Jared untied Jensen's wrists and ankles, and then did as instructed, wondering all the while just who the master was now. The voice on the line told him to stay put until backup arrived, but Jared wasn’t about to that. He had a score to settle, and amazingly, Jensen seemed to agree with him.
“I’ll tell you a little something more about familiars, Jared,” he said. “Don’t ever underestimate them because of their size. I might be a mouse-“
“What’s with that, anyway?” Jared interrupted. “No offense, I love it, but don’t you guys choose your forms?”
“I’m going to let that slide this time, Jared, but don’t be an ass,” Jensen said. “Yes, we choose our forms. Most familiars manifest for the first time when they’re around thirteen, yeah? Well what you probably don’t know is that whatever form we choose that first time is the form we’re stuck with for life. Also, the younger a familiar is when they manifest the more powerful they’ll be when they grow up. I chose a mouse because my favorite book at that time was Stuart Little.”
“Awww,” Jared said without malice. “That’s so cute.”
“Shut up,” demanded Jensen. “Let’s get us out of here. Now, I want you to focus on the door and picture it opening. I want to you to want it to open so bad you can feel it in your gut. Now, when it feels like you can’t take it anymore and you’re about to explode, take your hand and imagine throwing that energy - that pressure - at the door.”
“Okay,” Jared said. “But I thought sorcerers used, you know, spells?”
Jensen scoffed. “Spells are for amateurs.”
“Um, I kind of am an amateur,” Jared argued.
“Yeah, but I’m not,” Jensen countered.
Jared only nodded in response and did as he was told, imaging the power building inside his core until he was nearly bursting with it. In the next moment, he felt that energy move down his arm to his hand and he knew that it was ready. He hurled it at the door.
The door exploded outward in a shower of splinters.
“Holy shit,” Jared breathed, looking at the pile of wooden chips on the floor.
“Oh, and Jared,” Jensen said. “When I first manifested? I was five.”
Part Six