Colors
A very short ficlet. Not my usual kind of thing. But sometimes it's fun to play in another sandbox. This one comes with major warnings, so please read and beware. Don't stab me. I couldn't help myself. Gulp.
Title: Colors
Author: englishblue
Pairing: AU Jared/Jensen
Rating: Hard R, violence, forced blowjob
Warning: non-con, major character death
Summary: Serial killers beware. Jared is the go to guy for revenge.
Colors
He followed her out of the bar. The lights painted red and blue over her upturned face with uneven stripes. Sounds swirled inside his head; the long, slow plash of rain on cement, her breathing rushed, as though she knew he was there, watching her. Heels knocked hollowly on the sidewalk in a fading echo. Jensen hunched his shoulders and moved fast along the shadow line, the chill drizzle falling in his eyes.
When she turned into the parking lot, he gathered her up, a brittle harvest in one swoop, taking her into the shrieking darkness with him. Flat on her back, she stared at her destroyer, words bubbling from the black hole of her mouth. They poured like oily sludge down her chin.
He licked them up and tucked the knife away, but not before he’d sliced off a sheath of corn-gold hair. It wasn’t right for her to shine so brightly when his head was filled with a new peace.
oooooooooo
“Fuck,” Jared said.
The photo showed an green-eyed angel bracketed by uniformed guards, faces full of grim thunder. Jared held it gently, as though it were something precious, unable to look away from the pointillist smile imbedded in newsprint. The caption read: Serial Killer Apprehended.
The victim’s parents looked back at him with broken eyes, their hands gripped in primal knots.
“They’ve put him in hospital,” the mother moaned. A wisp of gray hair across her forehead failed to hide the hate ground deep in her eyes. “As if he’s sick. He’s not sick. He’s a monster. He’s done it before. Killed. Please help us. This is all we have.”
Jared stared at the fat envelope lumped on his desk, a bit of green poking from the unsealed mouth. The green of jealously, of hatred, of serial killers. “Later,” he told them. “Let me look into it. I’ll see what I can do. No promises.” I may do this one for me, he thought silently.
oooooooooo
White shirt and trousers. White shoes. Jared strode down the corridor briskly, cloaked in an air of belonging. He hated hospitals. Sorrow and fear lived there, nudged at him restlessly, homeless animals seeking a chink in his armor.
Thirteen twenty three. The numbers on the door were stark with certainty. Jared turned the knob, entered, full of a brisk assurance. The patient was strapped to the bed, the belted leather a horizontal strait jacket that kept him from escaping. His face was poetry. Jared breathed deeply, guts in a tangle of want.
A nurse in hospital greens straightened at the interruption. “What are you doing here?”
This one was used to having her own way. A quick scan gave Jared a reason. “I’m picking up the lunch trays.”
“Come back later.” She turned aside, a harried storm crossing her face. “Can’t you see we’re busy.”
A half smile lifted into jade eyes from the bed’s snowy field.
“I like company.” The man licked his lips. “You look like vanilla ice cream.”
“I taste like it, too.”
The cogs slipped in Jared’s brain. Nurse crumpled in a whoosh of starched cotton at the blow to the back of her neck. She wasn’t hurt, only unconscious. Better for her that way. Jared caught the falling body and propped it against the wall by the door, marionette limbs sprawled at odd angles. He was the avenger now.
“Tell me why you did it. Are you sane or really a mad dog?”
Jensen wiggled against his restrains. Deep bruises at wrists and ankles. It was an ongoing struggle.
“A little of both,” he breathed. He touched Jared’s prick inside his head. “I can see you in red. Red’s your color. All that curly hair. I could cut it for you. Give you a close shave.” Jensen’s gaze feathered down to Jared’s crotch. “Let me loose, friend.”
“I’m not your friend. You know what I am.”
They looked into each others eyes and recognized the truth there. Jensen whimpered, broken glass over silk. Jared looked at the door and nodded. The zipper was cold on his fingertips. Lifting himself out, knees pressed into the mattress, he gave his only caution.
“Bite me and I’ll tie your guts in knots before I’m through.”
Pink lips and green eyes opened wide. The first wallow was the best. Wet and sloppy, tongue like velvet wrapping him up. The gag and suck followed, fists in leather trying to beat the bed, heels jamming down. Neck arched, the cords standing out, Jensen choked. Jared liked hearing him choke. Liked it just fine. He ground himself against swollen lips, seeing them in the paper the reason he was there. He pushed harder, rubbing his balls on a stubbled chin. The scratch was delicious, and he shifted deeper. Throat muscles took it, spasming under the forced invasion. Jensen’s erection strained at the bed sheet.
“This is because I like you,” Jared whispered, licking his ear.
Jared spilled in a rush, slipping the knife between the bumps of Jensen’s ribs, bones sliding over his knuckles with the twist and stab. Scarlet streamers spilled sideways on Jensen’s hospital gown. Red and green. Christmas colors. Tucking himself in, Jared leaned down to taste the pain riding the curve of Jensen’s lips. The dying man was gasping. Bubbles frothed over his white mouth.
“Pretty,” he garbled. His lashes lifted, face beautiful, bathed in bliss. “Thank you.”
The stairs between floors plunged down and down, echoes of escape following Jared as he descended. His head hurt, a muggy throb. He swiped a thumb over one ruby stain on the front of his shirt and licked it from the fleshy pad. Revenge was a messy business.
Out into the fresh day, he flung himself at the parked Impala, the door slamming with a solid thump. He was angry. He wanted to go back and punch the limp, red-painted body. Wanted to touch it again, feeling something was lost somewhere between the blade and savage green eyes.
Black rubber etched fishtails on gray cement. Behind the Impala, the tracks filled in slowly with regret.
Title: Colors
Author: englishblue
Pairing: AU Jared/Jensen
Rating: Hard R, violence, forced blowjob
Warning: non-con, major character death
Summary: Serial killers beware. Jared is the go to guy for revenge.
Colors
He followed her out of the bar. The lights painted red and blue over her upturned face with uneven stripes. Sounds swirled inside his head; the long, slow plash of rain on cement, her breathing rushed, as though she knew he was there, watching her. Heels knocked hollowly on the sidewalk in a fading echo. Jensen hunched his shoulders and moved fast along the shadow line, the chill drizzle falling in his eyes.
When she turned into the parking lot, he gathered her up, a brittle harvest in one swoop, taking her into the shrieking darkness with him. Flat on her back, she stared at her destroyer, words bubbling from the black hole of her mouth. They poured like oily sludge down her chin.
He licked them up and tucked the knife away, but not before he’d sliced off a sheath of corn-gold hair. It wasn’t right for her to shine so brightly when his head was filled with a new peace.
oooooooooo
“Fuck,” Jared said.
The photo showed an green-eyed angel bracketed by uniformed guards, faces full of grim thunder. Jared held it gently, as though it were something precious, unable to look away from the pointillist smile imbedded in newsprint. The caption read: Serial Killer Apprehended.
The victim’s parents looked back at him with broken eyes, their hands gripped in primal knots.
“They’ve put him in hospital,” the mother moaned. A wisp of gray hair across her forehead failed to hide the hate ground deep in her eyes. “As if he’s sick. He’s not sick. He’s a monster. He’s done it before. Killed. Please help us. This is all we have.”
Jared stared at the fat envelope lumped on his desk, a bit of green poking from the unsealed mouth. The green of jealously, of hatred, of serial killers. “Later,” he told them. “Let me look into it. I’ll see what I can do. No promises.” I may do this one for me, he thought silently.
oooooooooo
White shirt and trousers. White shoes. Jared strode down the corridor briskly, cloaked in an air of belonging. He hated hospitals. Sorrow and fear lived there, nudged at him restlessly, homeless animals seeking a chink in his armor.
Thirteen twenty three. The numbers on the door were stark with certainty. Jared turned the knob, entered, full of a brisk assurance. The patient was strapped to the bed, the belted leather a horizontal strait jacket that kept him from escaping. His face was poetry. Jared breathed deeply, guts in a tangle of want.
A nurse in hospital greens straightened at the interruption. “What are you doing here?”
This one was used to having her own way. A quick scan gave Jared a reason. “I’m picking up the lunch trays.”
“Come back later.” She turned aside, a harried storm crossing her face. “Can’t you see we’re busy.”
A half smile lifted into jade eyes from the bed’s snowy field.
“I like company.” The man licked his lips. “You look like vanilla ice cream.”
“I taste like it, too.”
The cogs slipped in Jared’s brain. Nurse crumpled in a whoosh of starched cotton at the blow to the back of her neck. She wasn’t hurt, only unconscious. Better for her that way. Jared caught the falling body and propped it against the wall by the door, marionette limbs sprawled at odd angles. He was the avenger now.
“Tell me why you did it. Are you sane or really a mad dog?”
Jensen wiggled against his restrains. Deep bruises at wrists and ankles. It was an ongoing struggle.
“A little of both,” he breathed. He touched Jared’s prick inside his head. “I can see you in red. Red’s your color. All that curly hair. I could cut it for you. Give you a close shave.” Jensen’s gaze feathered down to Jared’s crotch. “Let me loose, friend.”
“I’m not your friend. You know what I am.”
They looked into each others eyes and recognized the truth there. Jensen whimpered, broken glass over silk. Jared looked at the door and nodded. The zipper was cold on his fingertips. Lifting himself out, knees pressed into the mattress, he gave his only caution.
“Bite me and I’ll tie your guts in knots before I’m through.”
Pink lips and green eyes opened wide. The first wallow was the best. Wet and sloppy, tongue like velvet wrapping him up. The gag and suck followed, fists in leather trying to beat the bed, heels jamming down. Neck arched, the cords standing out, Jensen choked. Jared liked hearing him choke. Liked it just fine. He ground himself against swollen lips, seeing them in the paper the reason he was there. He pushed harder, rubbing his balls on a stubbled chin. The scratch was delicious, and he shifted deeper. Throat muscles took it, spasming under the forced invasion. Jensen’s erection strained at the bed sheet.
“This is because I like you,” Jared whispered, licking his ear.
Jared spilled in a rush, slipping the knife between the bumps of Jensen’s ribs, bones sliding over his knuckles with the twist and stab. Scarlet streamers spilled sideways on Jensen’s hospital gown. Red and green. Christmas colors. Tucking himself in, Jared leaned down to taste the pain riding the curve of Jensen’s lips. The dying man was gasping. Bubbles frothed over his white mouth.
“Pretty,” he garbled. His lashes lifted, face beautiful, bathed in bliss. “Thank you.”
The stairs between floors plunged down and down, echoes of escape following Jared as he descended. His head hurt, a muggy throb. He swiped a thumb over one ruby stain on the front of his shirt and licked it from the fleshy pad. Revenge was a messy business.
Out into the fresh day, he flung himself at the parked Impala, the door slamming with a solid thump. He was angry. He wanted to go back and punch the limp, red-painted body. Wanted to touch it again, feeling something was lost somewhere between the blade and savage green eyes.
Black rubber etched fishtails on gray cement. Behind the Impala, the tracks filled in slowly with regret.