Black as Night. Red as Cherries.
Title: Black as Night. Red as Cherries.
Part One
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 680
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warnings: Violence
Notes: About half an hour ago. The phrase "black as night. red as cherries." interrupted me when I was thinking about what would happen in "Dark Intentions". This is a result a simple phrase being pulled from my mind. Ratings will change as the story unfolds.
Summary: Jared Padalecki meets the cool and tough bike rider, Jensen Ackles, strangely enough in the library. The go from being strangers, to friends, to lovers. Both men have secrets, what will happen when the discover each other's?
More of my fic can be found Here
|Part 1| | Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| | Part 6| | Part 7| | Part 8| | Part 9|
“Black as night. Red as cherries.” Jared whispers in his sleep. His roommate Mike just stares at him, this is the third night in a row that Jared has mumbled those words from the depths of his sleep. Mike’s used to Jared and his weird-ass-connect-to-the-future routine, but this time the words sound hallow. There is no emotion dripped into those words, they’re not like all the other times, and then there’s the fact that on usual nights when Mike wakes to hearing Jared talk, the words sound vibrate, like Jared usually talks. No, something’s wrong this time.
Two states away, Jensen Ackles drops down from the barrier wall. Dressed in his usual night’s attire; black pants, a black shirt over a Kevlar vest, completed with his black tennis shoes, black gloves, and black face paint, no one should have seen him, yet now there is a four inch gash in his left side, where the knife slipped between the Kevlar vest and pulled upwards. Jensen knows he should just feel lucky to be alive, but it just feels wrong.
Jensen pulls his hand away from his side, and looks at the crimson red as it becomes tacky from the cool air, yeah, he thinks, definitely going to need stitches. Jensen stumbles towards the street, towards the alley that hides his black Kawasaki Ninja, hoping he can get to Steve’s without passing out and wrecking.
Jensen stops the bike on the curb, releasing the kickstand before falling over and grabbing his side. “What the hell?” Chris yells, running from the house and dropping down beside Jensen. Chris pulls off the helmet, and sees Jensen’s eyes are closed, and that the face paint has smeared, revealing the pale white of Jensen’s skin. More white than Chris had ever seen on the man’s face before. “Need some help!” Chris calls towards the house before searching for wounds. Pulling back the leather jacket, Chris feels his hand make contact with something warm and wet. “Fuck.” He whispers, as two other guys exit the house and help carry Jensen inside.
“Did it again, man.” Mike says eyes still on the newspaper and not the man that just entered the kitchen.
Jared grabs a cup of coffee, and sits in front of the man at the bar. “God, Mike, I’m sorry.” He apologizes to his friend; he’ll never understand why Mike puts up with him. Mike hasn’t had undisturbed sleep for more than two days in a row, since he met Jared two years ago. “What’d I say this time?”
“Black as night. Red as cherries.” He tells the man. “Jay, you know I don’t mind being woke up by you talking, but I think you should sleep in your room again. The living room is too close to my room, and I can’t take hearing your voice sound like a ghost living in the past.”
“I’m sorry.” Jared repeats, looking at the counter.
“Stop apologizing.” Mike tells him, dropping his paper and looking at his friend. “It’s not your fault and you know it. I just can’t take hearing you sound like that. So just, your room tonight, cool?”
“Yeah, my room.” Jared agrees.
“What the hell, man?” Chris says with more affection than heat. “How can reconnaissance turn out so bad?”
“Morrison had more guards.” Jensen tells him. “Somehow they saw me. Maybe had night vision or heat sensors. I don’t know, I just know I was lucky to get away.” Jensen tells the man sitting on the bed beside him.
“Alright.” Chris replies, “Two weeks off. I’ll have the others finish the job, but you my friend, are getting shipped to Miami in a few days.”
“Chris I can finish, you don’t need to bench me.” Jensen hisses at his long time friend.
“Oh but I do.” Chris answers, standing back up, “Besides we have a new target for you.”
Jensen’s left staring at the door after Chris leaves. He feels horrible. This was the first job he’s ever not completed. He’s let the team down, and he just hopes the job in Miami doesn’t go wrong.
Part One
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 680
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warnings: Violence
Notes: About half an hour ago. The phrase "black as night. red as cherries." interrupted me when I was thinking about what would happen in "Dark Intentions". This is a result a simple phrase being pulled from my mind. Ratings will change as the story unfolds.
Summary: Jared Padalecki meets the cool and tough bike rider, Jensen Ackles, strangely enough in the library. The go from being strangers, to friends, to lovers. Both men have secrets, what will happen when the discover each other's?
More of my fic can be found Here
|Part 1| | Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| | Part 6| | Part 7| | Part 8| | Part 9|
“Black as night. Red as cherries.” Jared whispers in his sleep. His roommate Mike just stares at him, this is the third night in a row that Jared has mumbled those words from the depths of his sleep. Mike’s used to Jared and his weird-ass-connect-to-the-future routine, but this time the words sound hallow. There is no emotion dripped into those words, they’re not like all the other times, and then there’s the fact that on usual nights when Mike wakes to hearing Jared talk, the words sound vibrate, like Jared usually talks. No, something’s wrong this time.
Two states away, Jensen Ackles drops down from the barrier wall. Dressed in his usual night’s attire; black pants, a black shirt over a Kevlar vest, completed with his black tennis shoes, black gloves, and black face paint, no one should have seen him, yet now there is a four inch gash in his left side, where the knife slipped between the Kevlar vest and pulled upwards. Jensen knows he should just feel lucky to be alive, but it just feels wrong.
Jensen pulls his hand away from his side, and looks at the crimson red as it becomes tacky from the cool air, yeah, he thinks, definitely going to need stitches. Jensen stumbles towards the street, towards the alley that hides his black Kawasaki Ninja, hoping he can get to Steve’s without passing out and wrecking.
Jensen stops the bike on the curb, releasing the kickstand before falling over and grabbing his side. “What the hell?” Chris yells, running from the house and dropping down beside Jensen. Chris pulls off the helmet, and sees Jensen’s eyes are closed, and that the face paint has smeared, revealing the pale white of Jensen’s skin. More white than Chris had ever seen on the man’s face before. “Need some help!” Chris calls towards the house before searching for wounds. Pulling back the leather jacket, Chris feels his hand make contact with something warm and wet. “Fuck.” He whispers, as two other guys exit the house and help carry Jensen inside.
“Did it again, man.” Mike says eyes still on the newspaper and not the man that just entered the kitchen.
Jared grabs a cup of coffee, and sits in front of the man at the bar. “God, Mike, I’m sorry.” He apologizes to his friend; he’ll never understand why Mike puts up with him. Mike hasn’t had undisturbed sleep for more than two days in a row, since he met Jared two years ago. “What’d I say this time?”
“Black as night. Red as cherries.” He tells the man. “Jay, you know I don’t mind being woke up by you talking, but I think you should sleep in your room again. The living room is too close to my room, and I can’t take hearing your voice sound like a ghost living in the past.”
“I’m sorry.” Jared repeats, looking at the counter.
“Stop apologizing.” Mike tells him, dropping his paper and looking at his friend. “It’s not your fault and you know it. I just can’t take hearing you sound like that. So just, your room tonight, cool?”
“Yeah, my room.” Jared agrees.
“What the hell, man?” Chris says with more affection than heat. “How can reconnaissance turn out so bad?”
“Morrison had more guards.” Jensen tells him. “Somehow they saw me. Maybe had night vision or heat sensors. I don’t know, I just know I was lucky to get away.” Jensen tells the man sitting on the bed beside him.
“Alright.” Chris replies, “Two weeks off. I’ll have the others finish the job, but you my friend, are getting shipped to Miami in a few days.”
“Chris I can finish, you don’t need to bench me.” Jensen hisses at his long time friend.
“Oh but I do.” Chris answers, standing back up, “Besides we have a new target for you.”
Jensen’s left staring at the door after Chris leaves. He feels horrible. This was the first job he’s ever not completed. He’s let the team down, and he just hopes the job in Miami doesn’t go wrong.