J2 Fic: Pack Law Part 2/?
Title: Pack Law
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6,265
Warning/spoilers: bikers, were creatures, explicit violence, sexual situations
Disclaimers: I own nothing, this is pure fiction from my crazy mind when you don’t get enough sleep. Please don’t sue.
Summary: All shy introverted Jensen wanted to do was make a good first impression for his sister’s fiancé family. Instead he found himself being thrust into an exotic world of mystery, violence, lust and an unforgettable encounter with a man that continues to haunt his dreams. If that’s not worst enough, there seem to be a supernatural creature stalking his every waking moment. Is he losing his mind or has he stumbled into a land that was long forgotten? Story has been beta by the phenomenal oldbatj.
Part 2
"Jensen, calm down. I can barely understand you," Chad said.
"Don't tell me to calm down! I have a freaking big ass, red symbol on my body and I don't know how it got there! You try calming down!" Jensen hissed into the cell phone, staring down at the reddish purple mark beside his navel. Each time he glanced down at the swelling, his stomach twisted into tiny knots.
"Didn't you tell me you fell?"
"It's not a fucking bruise, asshat!"
"Then I need you to send me a picture of what it looks like."
"You don't believe me?!" Jensen shriek.
"Oh, my God! My ears! Can you not scream into the phone like a girl? I do believe you, numbnuts. I just need a picture of it so I can start researching what the symbol represents. Maybe you should consider leaving town for a few days."
"I didn't scream like a girl. And I can't leave Blackhills Creek. My sister would never forgive me. I'm going to take a picture and send it to you via text. Call me back when you get it," Jensen groused, hanging up the phone. Being in the bathroom had him recalling the restaurant restroom where he’d been wrapped in Jared's arms before the moment was interrupted with violence. His body flushed with remembered excitement and arousal. He silently groaned into his hands as he covered his heated face. I have to stop thinking about that guy, Jensen muttered silently to himself.
The loud shrill sound of his cell phone shocked him from his thoughts. He fumbled with the handset before answering the call.
"Well…. I'll be damned! There really is a fucking symbol on your pale, freckled-ass body!" was the greeting he got from Chad.
"I thought you believed me?!"
"Do I look that dumb to you?"
"Yeah you do, Asshole," Jensen grumbled.
"Such sweet words you whisper to me in the morning. Let me ask you this, when you were getting hot and heavy with the biker, did he touch you in the same area as where the symbol is currently located at? Beside your navel, right?"
"I was not getting hot and heavy with Jared!" Jensen hotly denied.
"Right… so him dragging you to the bathroom and rubbing up against you while you were washing your face is not considered heavy petting?"
"It was not like that! There was no kissing or anything like that. I was acting like a social retard and he took me to the bathroom before I embarrassed myself even more. It was like typical big brother heterosexual behavior."
"I thought you said he freaked out when he found out that Danneel was your girlfriend." Chad countered.
"What do you mean 'was'? Danneel is still my girlfriend!"
"I don't know, Jensen. I’ve never heard you this passionate when you talk about Danneel. But we are getting sidetracked about your gay epiphany. Did Jared have his paws all over your navel area?"
"What do you mean ‘gay epiphany’?!"
"Jensen, focus!"
"Fine. He did touch my stomach. But I don't know why that should be a big deal. He also touched my face and neck. I don't see any red marks on those areas."
"Seriously? And you are arguing with me about ‘gay epiphany’. Man, you are too funny! I still find it strange that the area Jared was fondling suddenly became stained with his mark. I have to do some research and see what I find. Watch your cherry ass. Later."
Before Jensen could retort he heard the dial tone in his ear. He looked at the cell phone in his hands. Instead of finding comfort in Chad words, he still felt unsettle and tense. He had a feeling a storm was coming. Unfortunately for him, he was dead center in the abyss.
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"It about time you came down for breakfast, Jensen. Danneel and I are about to go shopping. There's someone waiting for you in the kitchen." Kristen said to him as he was coming downstairs.
"Who's waiting for me?" Jensen asked, but Kristen had already shut the front door in her haste to leave.
"Ahh crap, I wasn't even that late. Who wants to see me now?" Jensen griped, making his way to the brightly lit kitchen.
"I don’t know if I should take offense to your tone, Little Brother. But since you look so darn adorable, I'll just say you are not a morning person," called out a Texan twang male voice. A man with long dark brown hair and smiling blue eyes sat at the kitchen counter watching him. He was dressed in faded jeans with a dark green Henley short-sleeved shirt. Dark black tribal tattoos decorated both of his arms. The man was eating from a plate of food.
"Is that my plate that Kristen left for me?" Jensen asked, his eyes narrowed as hunger sounds grumbled from his stomach.
"Of course, Little Brother. Mine now since you were too busy with your beauty sleep," the unknown man replied. He grinned at Jensen but continued to eat, watching Jensen's irate expression and frown in amusement. Jensen didn't realize that the soft sunrays spilling into the kitchen windows had cast him in a golden light, expounding his handsome features.
The brown haired man laughed at the glower Jensen gave him and then walked over to open the oven where he’d hidden the second plate.
"I'm only teasing you, Brother. I will always look out for you. I made you another plate since the one Kristen made grew cold. Plus this one has more protein. Since you are looking scrawny this will be better, it has more meat to boost your strength," he advised Jensen. He watched Jensen give him another suspicious look before digging into his breakfast. The man smiled, entertained by Jensen’s puzzled expressions. The young man had reminded him of his younger brother that had died long ago.
"I'm Chris Kane, by the way. I'm part of Jared's pack."
"Pack? Oh you mean you are part of the motorcycle club that Jared and Milo belongs to."
Chris gave him a quizzical look. He asked, “Motorcycle club? Strange term to call family. I’m here to give you a set of car keys that Jared wants you to use. The car you are renting is not adequate for you. He wants you to drive his Impala.”
“What? Why? I already have a car! I don’t need to use his!” Jensen exclaimed. He was a creature of habit. He liked using things that he was familiar with. The idea of using someone’s car filled him with anxiety.
Chris shrugged and watched Jensen eat. He smiled when he saw how Jensen caught him looking and protectively moved the plate closer to his body. When he saw the plate of food Kristen had left for her brother, he was unimpressed. Based on Milo’s description, he knew that Jensen was borderline lean; he needed more sustenance to increase his weight to a healthier range. Chris had decided to make Jensen a larger plate of eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Seeing how quickly Jensen was downing the food, Chris wished he had made a second plate.
He continued to watch the beautiful, dark blond, young man. Even behind the gold framed glasses he knew that Jensen was too pretty to be called handsome. Yet his features were strikingly masculine with an underlying sensuality that he doubted Jensen was even aware he had. But it was Jensen's shy glance that drew a person in. The hint of vulnerability and strength shining within those mysterious green eyes made a person wanted to know more. He could tell that he was making Jensen nervous. He normally wouldn't care how uncomfortable his presence was to humans but for some reason, he found himself wanting Jensen to be relaxed in his company.
Maybe it was the gentleness or shy awkwardness that Chris found so endearing. Or maybe standing in the surrounding sunlight, Jensen reminded Chris of a younger brother he had failed to protect.
"Don't worry, Little Brother. You have nothing to fear from me. I can make another plate if you want. It will take only a few minutes to make."
Jensen lowered his eyes and shook his head. He replied, "That's okay. I'm full. Sorry for being rude earlier. I tend to get cranky without my morning coffee."
With those words, Chris handed Jensen a steamy cup of creamy brown coffee. He chuckled when he saw the flash of delighted pleasure lit up Jensen's face. But it was Jensen's breathtaking smile that caused him to catch his breath.
"Thanks, Chris." Jensen said, his eyes tracking the cup no longer paying attention to the long hair man. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly as he drank the dark hot sweetness of the coffee, becoming engulfed in caffeine bliss.
Chris gaped at Jensen. He never saw how a cup of coffee could affect someone so much. He muttered, "Fucking pornographic. Jared will kill anyone who sees you like this."
Jensen opened his eyes and look at him questioningly. He asked, "Sorry, I didn't catch that. What did you say?"
The long haired man flushed and looked away. He said, "Don't worry about it. Nothing important. Just drink your cup of coffee."
Jensen looked assessingly at Chris. He usually felt very agitated around strangers. But around Chris, he felt comfortable and the typical nervousness he had melted away in companionable silence.
As the minutes ticked by, Jensen felt the deep itch of questions beneath his skin getting bigger and deeper. He finally burst out and asked, "Why does everyone keep calling me Brother? Does this mean that I have to become part of the motorcycle gang because my sister is marrying Milo? I can't join a gang! I've never even been on a bicycle yet alone ride a motorcycle! I don't want to die in a horrific accident because I'm too stupid to handle a motorcycle."
Jensen looked away, not wanting to see the derision in Chris's eyes. However the biker remained quiet by his side. He said, "Jensen, could you please look at me? Do you know how to swim?"
Jensen nodded his head, still too embarrassed to look up.
Chris continued, "I don't know how to swim. Every time my Pa or Ma put me in the water, I sank to the bottom like a rock. Truth be told I'm actually terrified of the ocean or any large body of water. I can handle a puddle, but ask me to swim across a river, and you have me quivering on my knees. Do you think less of me now that you know my secret fear of water?"
Jensen finally looked up at Chris and shook his head. He said, "Nothing wrong with being afraid of water. I would be afraid of drowning too if I didn't know how to swim."
Chris grinned, replying, "I feel the same way. Nothing wrong with being afraid of riding a motorcycle. Hell, I'd be afraid of crashing and breaking some bones if I’d never ridden before. If you want, I can teach you how to ride."
Jensen shyly nodded his head in agreement. Chris grinned, his heart swelled with happiness at the apparent joy reflected in the vibrant green orbs of the beautiful, bashful man.
"You would not automatically become part of the pack with Kristen's marriage to Milo. In order to be recognized as a full member of the family, you must earn your position and place. You will be considered however due to the courageous act you recently performed."
Jensen gave him a puzzle looked and asked, "What courageous act are you talking about?"
Chris replied, "You stood up against the fury of our Big Brother. When he was lost in his rage, you not only stopped him, but you were willing to sacrifice your life for that worthless idiot human. But what was truly remarkable was that our Big Brother listened to you. You not only calmed his beast but also made him see reason. Only a few have dared to do so, but all that had tried had failed and not survived their foolish attempts. Actually it was quite stupid to act as you did. It is highly dangerous to challenge our Big Brother."
“I didn’t challenge him! I didn’t want him to kill that man because he called us fags.”
Chris burst out laughing. He snickered even harder at the confused look on Jensen’s face. He said, “Jared has been known to fuck both men and women. He fucks them then discards them once he loses interest in them, which is often. No, he didn’t get mad because that human scum called him gay. He got angry because that man dared to get between him and what he wants.”
Jensen looked at Chris, his heart pounding in fear and anticipation. He asked, “What exactly did Jared want?”
Chris raised his right eyebrow at Jensen’s gullibility. His blue eyes bored into Jensen as he stated, “Our Big Brother has chosen you. And he will not let anything get between him and whatever he wants. Those that are foolish enough to try will feel his wrath. Remember that, Jensen.”
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Feeling tired and restless after Chris left, Jensen fell asleep on the couch in the living room. He didn’t realize that as he slumbered, his mind opened up to a pathway long forgotten.
He stared up at the full yellow moon in the clear, pitch-black sky. Big massive oak trees surrounded him and he realized he was deep in the forest. He began to run, the thin sharp branches bit into his skin as he whipped through them. A feeling of urgency filled his blood, pushing him to run faster towards his destination. He finally broke through the trees and entered into a clearing. In the center of the field, moonlight shone directly onto a cluster of stone pillars. As Jensen drew nearer to the closest stone column, he noticed a symbol chiseled into the rocky surface. He traced his fingers along the twisted curves of the emblem and a spark of recognition hit him. The carved symbol was the exact replica of the mark near his navel.
He jerked his hand away from the sign, his heart hammering with fear. He backed away from the pillar, fearful of the hidden secrets that might be revealed if he dared to examine the other pillars.
Before he could step further away, he heard a thundering sound coming closer to him. He realized that the sound was coming from the forest, and it was rushing faster toward him. He knew that whatever was coming could not be human, since it was moving far too quickly for it to be on two legs. Panic and survival instinct made him spin around and run toward the pillars, using them as a shield and hiding place from the creature that was coming closer.
He pressed his back against the stone surface, not daring to peek or move for fear of alerting the powerful presence. He could hear its harsh breath, sniffing the air as it prowled the area. Jensen’s heartbeat sped up faster with each step the creature directed towards the pillars. The urge to run filled his blood as he fought every instinct, forcing his body to remain motionless.
Fuck it, he thought as he leaped out of his hiding place preparing to run. Before he could move two steps forward, a large black, shadowy creature slammed into him, knocking him down to the grassy field.
He had closed his eyes and turned his face away inadvertently submitting his neck to the creature. He could feel its breath on his skin, growling sounds from the creature were close to his ear. He lay on the cold, wet ground trembling with fear. He knew his death was imminent but he wanted to see the creature one time with his own eyes. He turned his head slowly and opened his eyes, expecting to greet his killer.
Amber eyes stared down at him as the creature suddenly opened its mouth to bury its razor sharp fangs in his throat. Instead of the terrifying pain he was expecting to feel, pleasure shot through his veins as he struggled against the beast. He grabbed its silky long hair and twisted his body underneath its heavy weight.
“No!” He cried out, pulling weakly at its hair. He could feel his body tiring, his life draining from his limp form.
“Jared!” he cried out.
Tears slipped out of his eyes as he whimpered in terror. He suddenly felt as if his body was being shaken apart by strong powerful hands.
"Jensen, wake up!" A voice growled in his ears. The command in the voice resonated in his mind as he was slowly being dragged away from the vision of fangs, blood, and fear.
He snapped his eyes open, staring directly into blue green orbs. Jared had wrapped his arms around him, cradling him close to his hard-muscled chest. His heart was still beating frantically from the nightmare. His hands reached out and clutched desperately at Jared's white t-shirt. His head felt heavy; his vision was blurry. He gasped for breath, but the oxygen seemed to be caught in his chest cavity. He wanted to scream out in fear and panic, but only had the strength to whimper.
He knew something was wrong and realized that he had forgotten to take his medication. Panic and fear filled his mind, his chest becoming tighter as he fought to continue to breathe. Darkness slowly swam into his vision. He tried to croak out the words but they became caught in his throat. He slumped into Jared’s arms, wheezing and shuddering.
"Jensen, tell me what is wrong, dammit!" Jared barked, shaking him again.
Yet the beautiful young man remained silent, fighting desperately to breathe. He closed his eyes, tears of frustration streaming down his pale face. Despite how hard he struggled, his body was giving out. He was drifting into nothingness. The constricting pains in his chest became numbing throbs. The beating of his heart became slower by the minute.
"Show me what you need," a voice vibrated through his mind.
His mind flashed back to the location of his medication, the white round pills still sitting in his suitcase by the bed. The last image he saw as he drifted closer to oblivion was Jared's handsome face. His last conscious thought was wishing to know how those lips would taste against his own.
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Jensen stood near a playground. He watched two little boys playing in a sandbox. The smaller boy had dark blond hair with big, bright green eyes. He was smiling and showing his toy turtle to the other bigger boy who had brown curly hair. The bigger boy had his back toward Jensen.
A compelling force propelled him forward as he continued to watch the boys closely. His eyes drew toward the bigger boy, wanting to see the boy’s face. He stepped closer, noticing the dimpled smile of the bigger boy as he reached out taking the turtle toy the blond-haired boy had offered to him.
He continued to watch the boys playing together, occasionally the bigger boy would take any dangerous things the blond hair boy would put in his mouth.
“Sen, don’t put that in your mouth,” the brunette would lecture his blond-haired friend. But Sen would smile angelically at the boy knowing that his friend would eventually forgive any of his mischievous antics.
The older boy just sighed and rolled his eyes. He chuckled and said, “You’re lucky that I’m always here to protect you.”
Jensen stared down at the curly brown hair boy. He noticed a mark on the boy’s left wrist. The symbol looked similar to the one near his navel but had different twists. It looked familiar yet Jensen couldn’t recall where he’d seen the symbol before. As his continued to stare at the mark, two men in hooded black clothes approached the boys.
One of the men swiftly snatched up Sen and started to carry him away. Sen had begun screaming, crying out for his friend.
“Ayyyyy” The little blond boy sobbed as he was being carried away, kicking and screaming.
The bigger boy had stood up, trying to follow the hooded man and Sen, but the other man pushed him down on the sand. He sneered at the boy, “Stay where you are, vermin. If you come any closer, I will kill you, orders be damned.”
Despite the warnings, the older boy pushed up from the sand and stood staring unflinchingly at the men. He warned, "Release him now. Or you will die where you stand, human."
One of the hooded men turned around and snickered at the boy. He moved closer to confront the taller boy. The second man, who was holding Sen captive, called out to his companion, "Pellegrino, let it go. Come on, man. We are not allowed to harm the little prince. We were only contracted to grab his cub."
Pellegrino snarled, "I'm not letting this little shithead give me orders. I'll show him how truly powerful he isn’t!" Without warning, Pellegrino punched the curly brown-haired boy. As the boy fell down onto the sand, Pellegrino lifted his leg and repeatedly kicked him. The sound of cracking bones filled the air.
“Stop it, you bastard!” Jensen roared angrily but the men paid no attention to him.
Jensen watched helplessly as Pellegrino continued to batter the boy. He tried to move his feet however they remained glued to the ground. He yelled and cursed at the men but they gave no acknowledgement of hearing his shouts. He threw his body forward trying to dislodge his feet but instead he fell to his knees. He tried to claw his way towards the boy, but his feet remained glued firmly to the ground. Tears filled his eyes as he watched the boy being beaten and bloodied. Yet there were no pain-filled cries or screams from the boy. This seemed to infuriate Pellegrino even more as he hammered down harder on the boy.
Sen was screaming and crying for his friend. He started to tug at the hood that covered the man's face. The second man yelped at Sen's actions and quickly slapped the golden-haired boy's face. A sudden growl of rage emitted from the injured brunette boy.
The bigger boy grabbed Pellegrino's leg mid-air. Jensen watched in dawning horror as razor-sharp claws began extending from the boy’s fingers, ripping into the man's flesh until his claws felt the rigid bone. Pellegrino screamed in agony, trying to yank his leg free from the boy's hold. The boy suddenly twisted and wrenched the bone, dislocating the fibula from the kneejoint. He launched himself upward, digging his teeth into Pellegrino's jugular. The screaming man fell backwards with the brown-haired boy still attached to his neck. The bloodied boy tore into the man's neck, ripping into tissue, flesh, and veins, until the man no longer twitched or screamed.
The second man had already fled from his fallen cohort with a screaming Sen in his arms. He watched the massacre happen in stark horror and fear. Instead of attempting to help his colleague, he ran for his own life.
When the brown-haired boy finally unclamped his teeth from the corpse that lay beneath him, he realized that the second man had escaped with Sen still in his clutches. He lifted his face to the sky and howled his grief and sorrow. Blood had dripped down from his mouth to his neck and chest. Skin, bones, and blood were encrusted in his blood-stained fangs and horrific claws.
“I’m so sorry, kid.” Jensen muttered, kneeling down to watch the boy.
The blood-covered boy turned his head and stared at Jensen. Jensen realized that for the first time, someone had finally acknowledged his presence. However the cold stare that the boy was giving Jensen filled him with fear. He realized that the boy had bright supernatural amber colored eyes. He also noticed that the boy’s teeth were actually fangs and they began to elongate in his mouth even further.
Jensen scrambled backwards, trying to retreat. But before he could move a muscle, the boy leaped toward him.
Jensen scream out, “Ahhhhhhh!”
He jerked awake, struggling against steel bands wrapped around his chest. His heart was racing; adrenaline filled his veins as he was expecting a fanged boy to rip his throat out.
“Jensen, calm down. I don’t want you to have another episode.” Jared murmured into his ear.
“Was that another fucking dream?! What the hell is going on here!” Jensen cried out, struggling harder against Jared’s firm hold.
“Be still. I am here and will not let anything hurt you, even if it’s the dreams from your mind. You are safe with me.” Jared whispered softly to Jensen. He began to rub Jensen’s chest, petting the area where his heart was racing. Jensen wanted to snap at Jared, demanding to know why the biker was in his bed holding him so intimately. But instead, a feeling of security and peace settled over him. He turned in Jared’s arms and buried his face into Jared’s naked chest, inhaling the masculine yet familiar scent of the man.
Jared soothingly caressed Jensen’s sweat covered back, causing tiny shivers of pleasure in Jensen. He could feel himself harden in arousal for the big man. But Jensen was too tired to feel embarrassed. He was exhausted from the dreams and nightmares he had been experiencing since his arrival in Blackhills Creek. He closed his eyes, allowing all the tension to wash away from his body. He somehow knew that with Jared’s arms around him, he would not have any more nightmares this night.
“Sleep,” Jared whispered to the beautiful man in his arms. He laid several kisses on the shy man’s face, not able to resist the temptation any longer.
Jensen sighed in contentment as the feeling of warm lips against his skin followed him into his dreamless slumber.
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"I am a grown man. I can leave this house if I want to," Jensen retorted to his sister. He had been housebound for the past few days, forced to stay in bed.
"Do you want me to call Jared and let him know that you are disobeying his orders?" Kristen countered threateningly.
"I'm going back to bed," Jensen grumbled as he glared at his sister. He watched her walk back to the kitchen before he stealthily slipped out the front door.
The last few days of his life had been extremely strange. After waking up in Jared's arms, the biker leader had refused to leave his side and bed for several days. He had decreed that Jensen had to remain in bed to recover from his heart palpitations. When Jensen tried to argue that he was better and that bed rest was not necessary, Jared had stripped Jensen of all his clothes. Jared continued to hold a naked Jensen in his arms. He had tried to struggle but Jared only wore a pair of black boxer briefs. Each tug, jerk, and twist brought him more in contact with Jared's tan muscular body. Much to his embarrassment, he began to harden, lust stirring in his blood, fattening up his cock. He spent those past days hunched over, curling his body in a protective ball to hide his arousal from the biker. Jared had simply chuckled, nuzzling and sucking at his neck. The big man then proceeded to wrap his large hard body around the shy man.
Jensen had several more glimpses of dark tribal tattoos painted across rock-hard muscular abs. Yet he was unable to concentrate on the mysterious rune patterns. His eyes were too busy feasting upon the gorgeous naked male specimen. His hands itched to explore the tanned muscular flesh in front of his eyes yet he resisted every urge to touch. Frustration, lust, and security warred within him constantly. With Jared’s scent surrounding him every moment of the day, he was able to sleep without nightmares haunting his every dream. He felt safe, protected, and cherished in Jared’s arms, which were emotions he had never felt before in his life. Confusion mixed with desire clouded his mind. In order to stay sane and cope with the biker’s constant presence, he pushed these thoughts away to be examined at another time.
With Jared in his bed and in his personal space, Danneel had moved into another bedroom down the hall. He barely saw her, his mind and body too consumed by Jared’s powerful and addictive presence. He felt guilty for his lack of attention. He promised himself that he would somehow make it up to her later.
The days spent with Jared were not tiresome or uneventful. He had thought that lying naked in bed with another man would give him some privacy but he was sorely mistaken. People came to see Jared, talking to him for hours. Jensen usually spent this time huddled up, hiding beneath the blankets. But since Jared had insisted on holding Jensen close to his body at all times, he would untangle Jensen from the blankets and cuddle the resisting shy man against his body. Jensen would hide his red tinged, embarrassed face against the biker's bare chest, burrowing his body closer away from peering, inquisitive eyes. He learned to tune out the lengthy conversations, falling asleep to background murmurs of voices with the loud steady beat of Jared's heart next to his ear.
Chris had frequently visited, typically teasing and needling Jensen until he would sputter out of his cocoon of blankets to defend himself. An infuriated Jensen would forget his naked state until Chris pointed it out. This would result in Jensen yelping, blushing furiously, and diving into the blankets within Jared's awaiting arms. Jared was amused with these bouts of vivid emotions from the quiet man. He would subtly encourage Chris to continue to rile Jensen, enjoying the green fire in Jensen's eyes and the inadvertent exposure of the naked lean muscles that were usually kept hidden in baggy ill-fitted clothes.
After the latest meeting with Chris, Jared had to leave to deal with pack concerns the long-haired man had raised. Jared had ordered Jensen to remain in bed until his return. Jensen readily agreed but all along intending to break his promise. He waited until he heard the loud roar of the retreating motorcycles leave the house before he leaped out of his bed.
Dressing quickly, his mind raced for an escape from the house. He was getting anxious; staying in the same room began to bring back childhood memories of sickness, loneliness, and pain. He needed to smell fresh air and the warm heat of the sunlight on his skin.
After bypassing his sister, he quietly closed the front door, smiling briefly in triumph. He walked across the porch to reach the stairs leading to the front walkway. He tripped and fell onto the wooden floorboards when his eyes caught sight of a large, wild beast glaring at him from across the street.
"Shit!" Jensen exclaimed, rubbing at his bruised knees that he had skidded across the floorboards. He glanced up and saw that the wild animal was still watching him. He didn’t know if he was relieved to find that it wasn’t part of his imagination or petrified that the large beast was studying him. It was a size of small bear but looked like a cross-breed between a coyote and a wolf with white and gray fur. Its light blue eyes continued to track Jensen's movement.
Jensen slowly got up, his eyes never leaving the creature.
“Ouch!” Jensen cried out, his head ramming into the hanging flowerpot directly above his head. If he didn’t know any better, he swore he saw the animal laughing at him with its tongue hanging out of its mouth.
He glared at the swinging container and noticed a symbol etched along the bottom of the brown pot. After closer examination the runes looked similar to the ones he saw in his dreams.
“Holy Shit! What the Hell is going?” Jensen muttered to himself. A slight movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He looked up and noticed that the wild animal was gone.
He pulled out the hidden car keys from his pocket. He needed to get some answers and he knew exactly where to go to start looking for them.
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“Hi, my name is Tyler Hoechlin. Can I help you with anything?”
“What?!” Jensen squealed, spinning rapidly around in surprise.
A young, handsome dark-haired man with glittering gray eyes said, “Sorry, did I scare you? I didn’t mean to.”
Jensen blinked owlishly at him in silence, still recovering from the man’s sudden appearance by his side.
“Are you looking for something specific here?” Tyler persisted.
Jensen quickly averted his eyes, his shyness quickly kicking in. He shook his head, hunched his shoulders and walked hurriedly away.
He decided to visit the local library to find more information on the runes and symbols that he saw in his dream. He was prepared for hours of research however he was not prepared for interactions with other people. Back at home; people rarely approached him or even attempted to make conversations with him. But here at Blackhills Creek, it seemed that he was attracting a lot of unwanted attention. He moved along the bookshelves, looking for historic books based on the town.
“You know this would go a lot faster if you would just tell me what you’re looking for.” Tyler insisted, leaning against the bookcases watching the beautiful yet extremely shy man.
Jensen continued to ignore him, running his fingers along the dusty books. He didn’t want to reply because that would only encourage the stranger.
“I see you are looking at the section for Blackhills Creek history. But you won’t find any of the relevant books here.” Tyler said. He grinned when he saw how he finally got a reaction from the green-eyed beauty standing before him.
“Follow me. We keep those books in a different section of the library. Are you going to tell me your name now or do I have to guess it? Either way, I’ll find out once you check out a book from the library.”
“You work in the library?” Jensen exclaimed in surprise.
“You look surprised, beautiful. Do I not look like the librarian type?” Tyler asked flashing his dimple smile at the man.
“Maybe you shouldn’t call me ‘beautiful’.”
“Maybe you should tell me your name and I won’t.”
“Maybe you should just show me the section on those historic books.”
Tyler laughed. He replied, “You are a tough one to crack. I can’t even get your name. What’s the possibility of me getting a date with you?”
“W..w..what?” Jensen sputtered, his eyes widening in surprise while his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
The gray-eyed man leaned closer into Jensen’s personal space. Jensen stepped backwards until his back hit the bookshelves. Tyler kept moving forward until his lips were inches from Jensen’s face. He whispered, “The books you are looking for are right behind you on the bottom left. But if you really want to read the gory, dirty, secret history of this town that they want to keep buried, then I recommend you read this book. If you have any questions… and you will… come find me. I’ll tell you everything you need to know. But the starting price for my knowledge is dinner. I’ll see you later, beautiful.”
Jensen felt the press of a hard back book against his chest from Tyler before the bigger man stepped away from him. His gray eyes stared deeply into green orbs before the sexy stranger had winked and sauntered away.
“I must be giving off gay pheromones! This never happened before. It must be all Jared’s fault,” Jensen grumbled to himself.
He walked over and sat down at a table facing a large window overlooking the park. He read the title of the book and frowned. Unbeknownst to him, across the park sat a large wild animal that had been following his every movement. Its bright blue eyes watched him through the window.
Jensen quietly muttered, “What kind of book is titled Pack Law?”
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Author’s Note 1: Big massive thank you goes out to my beta oldbatj. She not only did an incredible job, but a super fast one at that! You inspire me to write faster so I can catch up to you! Thank you so much, hon for your support and encouragement!! J
Author’s Note 2: If you are interested in what happens next, please comment. If not, thanks for reading!!
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6,265
Warning/spoilers: bikers, were creatures, explicit violence, sexual situations
Disclaimers: I own nothing, this is pure fiction from my crazy mind when you don’t get enough sleep. Please don’t sue.
Summary: All shy introverted Jensen wanted to do was make a good first impression for his sister’s fiancé family. Instead he found himself being thrust into an exotic world of mystery, violence, lust and an unforgettable encounter with a man that continues to haunt his dreams. If that’s not worst enough, there seem to be a supernatural creature stalking his every waking moment. Is he losing his mind or has he stumbled into a land that was long forgotten? Story has been beta by the phenomenal oldbatj.
Part 2
"Jensen, calm down. I can barely understand you," Chad said.
"Don't tell me to calm down! I have a freaking big ass, red symbol on my body and I don't know how it got there! You try calming down!" Jensen hissed into the cell phone, staring down at the reddish purple mark beside his navel. Each time he glanced down at the swelling, his stomach twisted into tiny knots.
"Didn't you tell me you fell?"
"It's not a fucking bruise, asshat!"
"Then I need you to send me a picture of what it looks like."
"You don't believe me?!" Jensen shriek.
"Oh, my God! My ears! Can you not scream into the phone like a girl? I do believe you, numbnuts. I just need a picture of it so I can start researching what the symbol represents. Maybe you should consider leaving town for a few days."
"I didn't scream like a girl. And I can't leave Blackhills Creek. My sister would never forgive me. I'm going to take a picture and send it to you via text. Call me back when you get it," Jensen groused, hanging up the phone. Being in the bathroom had him recalling the restaurant restroom where he’d been wrapped in Jared's arms before the moment was interrupted with violence. His body flushed with remembered excitement and arousal. He silently groaned into his hands as he covered his heated face. I have to stop thinking about that guy, Jensen muttered silently to himself.
The loud shrill sound of his cell phone shocked him from his thoughts. He fumbled with the handset before answering the call.
"Well…. I'll be damned! There really is a fucking symbol on your pale, freckled-ass body!" was the greeting he got from Chad.
"I thought you believed me?!"
"Do I look that dumb to you?"
"Yeah you do, Asshole," Jensen grumbled.
"Such sweet words you whisper to me in the morning. Let me ask you this, when you were getting hot and heavy with the biker, did he touch you in the same area as where the symbol is currently located at? Beside your navel, right?"
"I was not getting hot and heavy with Jared!" Jensen hotly denied.
"Right… so him dragging you to the bathroom and rubbing up against you while you were washing your face is not considered heavy petting?"
"It was not like that! There was no kissing or anything like that. I was acting like a social retard and he took me to the bathroom before I embarrassed myself even more. It was like typical big brother heterosexual behavior."
"I thought you said he freaked out when he found out that Danneel was your girlfriend." Chad countered.
"What do you mean 'was'? Danneel is still my girlfriend!"
"I don't know, Jensen. I’ve never heard you this passionate when you talk about Danneel. But we are getting sidetracked about your gay epiphany. Did Jared have his paws all over your navel area?"
"What do you mean ‘gay epiphany’?!"
"Jensen, focus!"
"Fine. He did touch my stomach. But I don't know why that should be a big deal. He also touched my face and neck. I don't see any red marks on those areas."
"Seriously? And you are arguing with me about ‘gay epiphany’. Man, you are too funny! I still find it strange that the area Jared was fondling suddenly became stained with his mark. I have to do some research and see what I find. Watch your cherry ass. Later."
Before Jensen could retort he heard the dial tone in his ear. He looked at the cell phone in his hands. Instead of finding comfort in Chad words, he still felt unsettle and tense. He had a feeling a storm was coming. Unfortunately for him, he was dead center in the abyss.
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"It about time you came down for breakfast, Jensen. Danneel and I are about to go shopping. There's someone waiting for you in the kitchen." Kristen said to him as he was coming downstairs.
"Who's waiting for me?" Jensen asked, but Kristen had already shut the front door in her haste to leave.
"Ahh crap, I wasn't even that late. Who wants to see me now?" Jensen griped, making his way to the brightly lit kitchen.
"I don’t know if I should take offense to your tone, Little Brother. But since you look so darn adorable, I'll just say you are not a morning person," called out a Texan twang male voice. A man with long dark brown hair and smiling blue eyes sat at the kitchen counter watching him. He was dressed in faded jeans with a dark green Henley short-sleeved shirt. Dark black tribal tattoos decorated both of his arms. The man was eating from a plate of food.
"Is that my plate that Kristen left for me?" Jensen asked, his eyes narrowed as hunger sounds grumbled from his stomach.
"Of course, Little Brother. Mine now since you were too busy with your beauty sleep," the unknown man replied. He grinned at Jensen but continued to eat, watching Jensen's irate expression and frown in amusement. Jensen didn't realize that the soft sunrays spilling into the kitchen windows had cast him in a golden light, expounding his handsome features.
The brown haired man laughed at the glower Jensen gave him and then walked over to open the oven where he’d hidden the second plate.
"I'm only teasing you, Brother. I will always look out for you. I made you another plate since the one Kristen made grew cold. Plus this one has more protein. Since you are looking scrawny this will be better, it has more meat to boost your strength," he advised Jensen. He watched Jensen give him another suspicious look before digging into his breakfast. The man smiled, entertained by Jensen’s puzzled expressions. The young man had reminded him of his younger brother that had died long ago.
"I'm Chris Kane, by the way. I'm part of Jared's pack."
"Pack? Oh you mean you are part of the motorcycle club that Jared and Milo belongs to."
Chris gave him a quizzical look. He asked, “Motorcycle club? Strange term to call family. I’m here to give you a set of car keys that Jared wants you to use. The car you are renting is not adequate for you. He wants you to drive his Impala.”
“What? Why? I already have a car! I don’t need to use his!” Jensen exclaimed. He was a creature of habit. He liked using things that he was familiar with. The idea of using someone’s car filled him with anxiety.
Chris shrugged and watched Jensen eat. He smiled when he saw how Jensen caught him looking and protectively moved the plate closer to his body. When he saw the plate of food Kristen had left for her brother, he was unimpressed. Based on Milo’s description, he knew that Jensen was borderline lean; he needed more sustenance to increase his weight to a healthier range. Chris had decided to make Jensen a larger plate of eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Seeing how quickly Jensen was downing the food, Chris wished he had made a second plate.
He continued to watch the beautiful, dark blond, young man. Even behind the gold framed glasses he knew that Jensen was too pretty to be called handsome. Yet his features were strikingly masculine with an underlying sensuality that he doubted Jensen was even aware he had. But it was Jensen's shy glance that drew a person in. The hint of vulnerability and strength shining within those mysterious green eyes made a person wanted to know more. He could tell that he was making Jensen nervous. He normally wouldn't care how uncomfortable his presence was to humans but for some reason, he found himself wanting Jensen to be relaxed in his company.
Maybe it was the gentleness or shy awkwardness that Chris found so endearing. Or maybe standing in the surrounding sunlight, Jensen reminded Chris of a younger brother he had failed to protect.
"Don't worry, Little Brother. You have nothing to fear from me. I can make another plate if you want. It will take only a few minutes to make."
Jensen lowered his eyes and shook his head. He replied, "That's okay. I'm full. Sorry for being rude earlier. I tend to get cranky without my morning coffee."
With those words, Chris handed Jensen a steamy cup of creamy brown coffee. He chuckled when he saw the flash of delighted pleasure lit up Jensen's face. But it was Jensen's breathtaking smile that caused him to catch his breath.
"Thanks, Chris." Jensen said, his eyes tracking the cup no longer paying attention to the long hair man. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly as he drank the dark hot sweetness of the coffee, becoming engulfed in caffeine bliss.
Chris gaped at Jensen. He never saw how a cup of coffee could affect someone so much. He muttered, "Fucking pornographic. Jared will kill anyone who sees you like this."
Jensen opened his eyes and look at him questioningly. He asked, "Sorry, I didn't catch that. What did you say?"
The long haired man flushed and looked away. He said, "Don't worry about it. Nothing important. Just drink your cup of coffee."
Jensen looked assessingly at Chris. He usually felt very agitated around strangers. But around Chris, he felt comfortable and the typical nervousness he had melted away in companionable silence.
As the minutes ticked by, Jensen felt the deep itch of questions beneath his skin getting bigger and deeper. He finally burst out and asked, "Why does everyone keep calling me Brother? Does this mean that I have to become part of the motorcycle gang because my sister is marrying Milo? I can't join a gang! I've never even been on a bicycle yet alone ride a motorcycle! I don't want to die in a horrific accident because I'm too stupid to handle a motorcycle."
Jensen looked away, not wanting to see the derision in Chris's eyes. However the biker remained quiet by his side. He said, "Jensen, could you please look at me? Do you know how to swim?"
Jensen nodded his head, still too embarrassed to look up.
Chris continued, "I don't know how to swim. Every time my Pa or Ma put me in the water, I sank to the bottom like a rock. Truth be told I'm actually terrified of the ocean or any large body of water. I can handle a puddle, but ask me to swim across a river, and you have me quivering on my knees. Do you think less of me now that you know my secret fear of water?"
Jensen finally looked up at Chris and shook his head. He said, "Nothing wrong with being afraid of water. I would be afraid of drowning too if I didn't know how to swim."
Chris grinned, replying, "I feel the same way. Nothing wrong with being afraid of riding a motorcycle. Hell, I'd be afraid of crashing and breaking some bones if I’d never ridden before. If you want, I can teach you how to ride."
Jensen shyly nodded his head in agreement. Chris grinned, his heart swelled with happiness at the apparent joy reflected in the vibrant green orbs of the beautiful, bashful man.
"You would not automatically become part of the pack with Kristen's marriage to Milo. In order to be recognized as a full member of the family, you must earn your position and place. You will be considered however due to the courageous act you recently performed."
Jensen gave him a puzzle looked and asked, "What courageous act are you talking about?"
Chris replied, "You stood up against the fury of our Big Brother. When he was lost in his rage, you not only stopped him, but you were willing to sacrifice your life for that worthless idiot human. But what was truly remarkable was that our Big Brother listened to you. You not only calmed his beast but also made him see reason. Only a few have dared to do so, but all that had tried had failed and not survived their foolish attempts. Actually it was quite stupid to act as you did. It is highly dangerous to challenge our Big Brother."
“I didn’t challenge him! I didn’t want him to kill that man because he called us fags.”
Chris burst out laughing. He snickered even harder at the confused look on Jensen’s face. He said, “Jared has been known to fuck both men and women. He fucks them then discards them once he loses interest in them, which is often. No, he didn’t get mad because that human scum called him gay. He got angry because that man dared to get between him and what he wants.”
Jensen looked at Chris, his heart pounding in fear and anticipation. He asked, “What exactly did Jared want?”
Chris raised his right eyebrow at Jensen’s gullibility. His blue eyes bored into Jensen as he stated, “Our Big Brother has chosen you. And he will not let anything get between him and whatever he wants. Those that are foolish enough to try will feel his wrath. Remember that, Jensen.”
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Feeling tired and restless after Chris left, Jensen fell asleep on the couch in the living room. He didn’t realize that as he slumbered, his mind opened up to a pathway long forgotten.
He stared up at the full yellow moon in the clear, pitch-black sky. Big massive oak trees surrounded him and he realized he was deep in the forest. He began to run, the thin sharp branches bit into his skin as he whipped through them. A feeling of urgency filled his blood, pushing him to run faster towards his destination. He finally broke through the trees and entered into a clearing. In the center of the field, moonlight shone directly onto a cluster of stone pillars. As Jensen drew nearer to the closest stone column, he noticed a symbol chiseled into the rocky surface. He traced his fingers along the twisted curves of the emblem and a spark of recognition hit him. The carved symbol was the exact replica of the mark near his navel.
He jerked his hand away from the sign, his heart hammering with fear. He backed away from the pillar, fearful of the hidden secrets that might be revealed if he dared to examine the other pillars.
Before he could step further away, he heard a thundering sound coming closer to him. He realized that the sound was coming from the forest, and it was rushing faster toward him. He knew that whatever was coming could not be human, since it was moving far too quickly for it to be on two legs. Panic and survival instinct made him spin around and run toward the pillars, using them as a shield and hiding place from the creature that was coming closer.
He pressed his back against the stone surface, not daring to peek or move for fear of alerting the powerful presence. He could hear its harsh breath, sniffing the air as it prowled the area. Jensen’s heartbeat sped up faster with each step the creature directed towards the pillars. The urge to run filled his blood as he fought every instinct, forcing his body to remain motionless.
Fuck it, he thought as he leaped out of his hiding place preparing to run. Before he could move two steps forward, a large black, shadowy creature slammed into him, knocking him down to the grassy field.
He had closed his eyes and turned his face away inadvertently submitting his neck to the creature. He could feel its breath on his skin, growling sounds from the creature were close to his ear. He lay on the cold, wet ground trembling with fear. He knew his death was imminent but he wanted to see the creature one time with his own eyes. He turned his head slowly and opened his eyes, expecting to greet his killer.
Amber eyes stared down at him as the creature suddenly opened its mouth to bury its razor sharp fangs in his throat. Instead of the terrifying pain he was expecting to feel, pleasure shot through his veins as he struggled against the beast. He grabbed its silky long hair and twisted his body underneath its heavy weight.
“No!” He cried out, pulling weakly at its hair. He could feel his body tiring, his life draining from his limp form.
“Jared!” he cried out.
Tears slipped out of his eyes as he whimpered in terror. He suddenly felt as if his body was being shaken apart by strong powerful hands.
"Jensen, wake up!" A voice growled in his ears. The command in the voice resonated in his mind as he was slowly being dragged away from the vision of fangs, blood, and fear.
He snapped his eyes open, staring directly into blue green orbs. Jared had wrapped his arms around him, cradling him close to his hard-muscled chest. His heart was still beating frantically from the nightmare. His hands reached out and clutched desperately at Jared's white t-shirt. His head felt heavy; his vision was blurry. He gasped for breath, but the oxygen seemed to be caught in his chest cavity. He wanted to scream out in fear and panic, but only had the strength to whimper.
He knew something was wrong and realized that he had forgotten to take his medication. Panic and fear filled his mind, his chest becoming tighter as he fought to continue to breathe. Darkness slowly swam into his vision. He tried to croak out the words but they became caught in his throat. He slumped into Jared’s arms, wheezing and shuddering.
"Jensen, tell me what is wrong, dammit!" Jared barked, shaking him again.
Yet the beautiful young man remained silent, fighting desperately to breathe. He closed his eyes, tears of frustration streaming down his pale face. Despite how hard he struggled, his body was giving out. He was drifting into nothingness. The constricting pains in his chest became numbing throbs. The beating of his heart became slower by the minute.
"Show me what you need," a voice vibrated through his mind.
His mind flashed back to the location of his medication, the white round pills still sitting in his suitcase by the bed. The last image he saw as he drifted closer to oblivion was Jared's handsome face. His last conscious thought was wishing to know how those lips would taste against his own.
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Jensen stood near a playground. He watched two little boys playing in a sandbox. The smaller boy had dark blond hair with big, bright green eyes. He was smiling and showing his toy turtle to the other bigger boy who had brown curly hair. The bigger boy had his back toward Jensen.
A compelling force propelled him forward as he continued to watch the boys closely. His eyes drew toward the bigger boy, wanting to see the boy’s face. He stepped closer, noticing the dimpled smile of the bigger boy as he reached out taking the turtle toy the blond-haired boy had offered to him.
He continued to watch the boys playing together, occasionally the bigger boy would take any dangerous things the blond hair boy would put in his mouth.
“Sen, don’t put that in your mouth,” the brunette would lecture his blond-haired friend. But Sen would smile angelically at the boy knowing that his friend would eventually forgive any of his mischievous antics.
The older boy just sighed and rolled his eyes. He chuckled and said, “You’re lucky that I’m always here to protect you.”
Jensen stared down at the curly brown hair boy. He noticed a mark on the boy’s left wrist. The symbol looked similar to the one near his navel but had different twists. It looked familiar yet Jensen couldn’t recall where he’d seen the symbol before. As his continued to stare at the mark, two men in hooded black clothes approached the boys.
One of the men swiftly snatched up Sen and started to carry him away. Sen had begun screaming, crying out for his friend.
“Ayyyyy” The little blond boy sobbed as he was being carried away, kicking and screaming.
The bigger boy had stood up, trying to follow the hooded man and Sen, but the other man pushed him down on the sand. He sneered at the boy, “Stay where you are, vermin. If you come any closer, I will kill you, orders be damned.”
Despite the warnings, the older boy pushed up from the sand and stood staring unflinchingly at the men. He warned, "Release him now. Or you will die where you stand, human."
One of the hooded men turned around and snickered at the boy. He moved closer to confront the taller boy. The second man, who was holding Sen captive, called out to his companion, "Pellegrino, let it go. Come on, man. We are not allowed to harm the little prince. We were only contracted to grab his cub."
Pellegrino snarled, "I'm not letting this little shithead give me orders. I'll show him how truly powerful he isn’t!" Without warning, Pellegrino punched the curly brown-haired boy. As the boy fell down onto the sand, Pellegrino lifted his leg and repeatedly kicked him. The sound of cracking bones filled the air.
“Stop it, you bastard!” Jensen roared angrily but the men paid no attention to him.
Jensen watched helplessly as Pellegrino continued to batter the boy. He tried to move his feet however they remained glued to the ground. He yelled and cursed at the men but they gave no acknowledgement of hearing his shouts. He threw his body forward trying to dislodge his feet but instead he fell to his knees. He tried to claw his way towards the boy, but his feet remained glued firmly to the ground. Tears filled his eyes as he watched the boy being beaten and bloodied. Yet there were no pain-filled cries or screams from the boy. This seemed to infuriate Pellegrino even more as he hammered down harder on the boy.
Sen was screaming and crying for his friend. He started to tug at the hood that covered the man's face. The second man yelped at Sen's actions and quickly slapped the golden-haired boy's face. A sudden growl of rage emitted from the injured brunette boy.
The bigger boy grabbed Pellegrino's leg mid-air. Jensen watched in dawning horror as razor-sharp claws began extending from the boy’s fingers, ripping into the man's flesh until his claws felt the rigid bone. Pellegrino screamed in agony, trying to yank his leg free from the boy's hold. The boy suddenly twisted and wrenched the bone, dislocating the fibula from the kneejoint. He launched himself upward, digging his teeth into Pellegrino's jugular. The screaming man fell backwards with the brown-haired boy still attached to his neck. The bloodied boy tore into the man's neck, ripping into tissue, flesh, and veins, until the man no longer twitched or screamed.
The second man had already fled from his fallen cohort with a screaming Sen in his arms. He watched the massacre happen in stark horror and fear. Instead of attempting to help his colleague, he ran for his own life.
When the brown-haired boy finally unclamped his teeth from the corpse that lay beneath him, he realized that the second man had escaped with Sen still in his clutches. He lifted his face to the sky and howled his grief and sorrow. Blood had dripped down from his mouth to his neck and chest. Skin, bones, and blood were encrusted in his blood-stained fangs and horrific claws.
“I’m so sorry, kid.” Jensen muttered, kneeling down to watch the boy.
The blood-covered boy turned his head and stared at Jensen. Jensen realized that for the first time, someone had finally acknowledged his presence. However the cold stare that the boy was giving Jensen filled him with fear. He realized that the boy had bright supernatural amber colored eyes. He also noticed that the boy’s teeth were actually fangs and they began to elongate in his mouth even further.
Jensen scrambled backwards, trying to retreat. But before he could move a muscle, the boy leaped toward him.
Jensen scream out, “Ahhhhhhh!”
He jerked awake, struggling against steel bands wrapped around his chest. His heart was racing; adrenaline filled his veins as he was expecting a fanged boy to rip his throat out.
“Jensen, calm down. I don’t want you to have another episode.” Jared murmured into his ear.
“Was that another fucking dream?! What the hell is going on here!” Jensen cried out, struggling harder against Jared’s firm hold.
“Be still. I am here and will not let anything hurt you, even if it’s the dreams from your mind. You are safe with me.” Jared whispered softly to Jensen. He began to rub Jensen’s chest, petting the area where his heart was racing. Jensen wanted to snap at Jared, demanding to know why the biker was in his bed holding him so intimately. But instead, a feeling of security and peace settled over him. He turned in Jared’s arms and buried his face into Jared’s naked chest, inhaling the masculine yet familiar scent of the man.
Jared soothingly caressed Jensen’s sweat covered back, causing tiny shivers of pleasure in Jensen. He could feel himself harden in arousal for the big man. But Jensen was too tired to feel embarrassed. He was exhausted from the dreams and nightmares he had been experiencing since his arrival in Blackhills Creek. He closed his eyes, allowing all the tension to wash away from his body. He somehow knew that with Jared’s arms around him, he would not have any more nightmares this night.
“Sleep,” Jared whispered to the beautiful man in his arms. He laid several kisses on the shy man’s face, not able to resist the temptation any longer.
Jensen sighed in contentment as the feeling of warm lips against his skin followed him into his dreamless slumber.
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"I am a grown man. I can leave this house if I want to," Jensen retorted to his sister. He had been housebound for the past few days, forced to stay in bed.
"Do you want me to call Jared and let him know that you are disobeying his orders?" Kristen countered threateningly.
"I'm going back to bed," Jensen grumbled as he glared at his sister. He watched her walk back to the kitchen before he stealthily slipped out the front door.
The last few days of his life had been extremely strange. After waking up in Jared's arms, the biker leader had refused to leave his side and bed for several days. He had decreed that Jensen had to remain in bed to recover from his heart palpitations. When Jensen tried to argue that he was better and that bed rest was not necessary, Jared had stripped Jensen of all his clothes. Jared continued to hold a naked Jensen in his arms. He had tried to struggle but Jared only wore a pair of black boxer briefs. Each tug, jerk, and twist brought him more in contact with Jared's tan muscular body. Much to his embarrassment, he began to harden, lust stirring in his blood, fattening up his cock. He spent those past days hunched over, curling his body in a protective ball to hide his arousal from the biker. Jared had simply chuckled, nuzzling and sucking at his neck. The big man then proceeded to wrap his large hard body around the shy man.
Jensen had several more glimpses of dark tribal tattoos painted across rock-hard muscular abs. Yet he was unable to concentrate on the mysterious rune patterns. His eyes were too busy feasting upon the gorgeous naked male specimen. His hands itched to explore the tanned muscular flesh in front of his eyes yet he resisted every urge to touch. Frustration, lust, and security warred within him constantly. With Jared’s scent surrounding him every moment of the day, he was able to sleep without nightmares haunting his every dream. He felt safe, protected, and cherished in Jared’s arms, which were emotions he had never felt before in his life. Confusion mixed with desire clouded his mind. In order to stay sane and cope with the biker’s constant presence, he pushed these thoughts away to be examined at another time.
With Jared in his bed and in his personal space, Danneel had moved into another bedroom down the hall. He barely saw her, his mind and body too consumed by Jared’s powerful and addictive presence. He felt guilty for his lack of attention. He promised himself that he would somehow make it up to her later.
The days spent with Jared were not tiresome or uneventful. He had thought that lying naked in bed with another man would give him some privacy but he was sorely mistaken. People came to see Jared, talking to him for hours. Jensen usually spent this time huddled up, hiding beneath the blankets. But since Jared had insisted on holding Jensen close to his body at all times, he would untangle Jensen from the blankets and cuddle the resisting shy man against his body. Jensen would hide his red tinged, embarrassed face against the biker's bare chest, burrowing his body closer away from peering, inquisitive eyes. He learned to tune out the lengthy conversations, falling asleep to background murmurs of voices with the loud steady beat of Jared's heart next to his ear.
Chris had frequently visited, typically teasing and needling Jensen until he would sputter out of his cocoon of blankets to defend himself. An infuriated Jensen would forget his naked state until Chris pointed it out. This would result in Jensen yelping, blushing furiously, and diving into the blankets within Jared's awaiting arms. Jared was amused with these bouts of vivid emotions from the quiet man. He would subtly encourage Chris to continue to rile Jensen, enjoying the green fire in Jensen's eyes and the inadvertent exposure of the naked lean muscles that were usually kept hidden in baggy ill-fitted clothes.
After the latest meeting with Chris, Jared had to leave to deal with pack concerns the long-haired man had raised. Jared had ordered Jensen to remain in bed until his return. Jensen readily agreed but all along intending to break his promise. He waited until he heard the loud roar of the retreating motorcycles leave the house before he leaped out of his bed.
Dressing quickly, his mind raced for an escape from the house. He was getting anxious; staying in the same room began to bring back childhood memories of sickness, loneliness, and pain. He needed to smell fresh air and the warm heat of the sunlight on his skin.
After bypassing his sister, he quietly closed the front door, smiling briefly in triumph. He walked across the porch to reach the stairs leading to the front walkway. He tripped and fell onto the wooden floorboards when his eyes caught sight of a large, wild beast glaring at him from across the street.
"Shit!" Jensen exclaimed, rubbing at his bruised knees that he had skidded across the floorboards. He glanced up and saw that the wild animal was still watching him. He didn’t know if he was relieved to find that it wasn’t part of his imagination or petrified that the large beast was studying him. It was a size of small bear but looked like a cross-breed between a coyote and a wolf with white and gray fur. Its light blue eyes continued to track Jensen's movement.
Jensen slowly got up, his eyes never leaving the creature.
“Ouch!” Jensen cried out, his head ramming into the hanging flowerpot directly above his head. If he didn’t know any better, he swore he saw the animal laughing at him with its tongue hanging out of its mouth.
He glared at the swinging container and noticed a symbol etched along the bottom of the brown pot. After closer examination the runes looked similar to the ones he saw in his dreams.
“Holy Shit! What the Hell is going?” Jensen muttered to himself. A slight movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He looked up and noticed that the wild animal was gone.
He pulled out the hidden car keys from his pocket. He needed to get some answers and he knew exactly where to go to start looking for them.
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“Hi, my name is Tyler Hoechlin. Can I help you with anything?”
“What?!” Jensen squealed, spinning rapidly around in surprise.
A young, handsome dark-haired man with glittering gray eyes said, “Sorry, did I scare you? I didn’t mean to.”
Jensen blinked owlishly at him in silence, still recovering from the man’s sudden appearance by his side.
“Are you looking for something specific here?” Tyler persisted.
Jensen quickly averted his eyes, his shyness quickly kicking in. He shook his head, hunched his shoulders and walked hurriedly away.
He decided to visit the local library to find more information on the runes and symbols that he saw in his dream. He was prepared for hours of research however he was not prepared for interactions with other people. Back at home; people rarely approached him or even attempted to make conversations with him. But here at Blackhills Creek, it seemed that he was attracting a lot of unwanted attention. He moved along the bookshelves, looking for historic books based on the town.
“You know this would go a lot faster if you would just tell me what you’re looking for.” Tyler insisted, leaning against the bookcases watching the beautiful yet extremely shy man.
Jensen continued to ignore him, running his fingers along the dusty books. He didn’t want to reply because that would only encourage the stranger.
“I see you are looking at the section for Blackhills Creek history. But you won’t find any of the relevant books here.” Tyler said. He grinned when he saw how he finally got a reaction from the green-eyed beauty standing before him.
“Follow me. We keep those books in a different section of the library. Are you going to tell me your name now or do I have to guess it? Either way, I’ll find out once you check out a book from the library.”
“You work in the library?” Jensen exclaimed in surprise.
“You look surprised, beautiful. Do I not look like the librarian type?” Tyler asked flashing his dimple smile at the man.
“Maybe you shouldn’t call me ‘beautiful’.”
“Maybe you should tell me your name and I won’t.”
“Maybe you should just show me the section on those historic books.”
Tyler laughed. He replied, “You are a tough one to crack. I can’t even get your name. What’s the possibility of me getting a date with you?”
“W..w..what?” Jensen sputtered, his eyes widening in surprise while his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
The gray-eyed man leaned closer into Jensen’s personal space. Jensen stepped backwards until his back hit the bookshelves. Tyler kept moving forward until his lips were inches from Jensen’s face. He whispered, “The books you are looking for are right behind you on the bottom left. But if you really want to read the gory, dirty, secret history of this town that they want to keep buried, then I recommend you read this book. If you have any questions… and you will… come find me. I’ll tell you everything you need to know. But the starting price for my knowledge is dinner. I’ll see you later, beautiful.”
Jensen felt the press of a hard back book against his chest from Tyler before the bigger man stepped away from him. His gray eyes stared deeply into green orbs before the sexy stranger had winked and sauntered away.
“I must be giving off gay pheromones! This never happened before. It must be all Jared’s fault,” Jensen grumbled to himself.
He walked over and sat down at a table facing a large window overlooking the park. He read the title of the book and frowned. Unbeknownst to him, across the park sat a large wild animal that had been following his every movement. Its bright blue eyes watched him through the window.
Jensen quietly muttered, “What kind of book is titled Pack Law?”
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Author’s Note 1: Big massive thank you goes out to my beta oldbatj. She not only did an incredible job, but a super fast one at that! You inspire me to write faster so I can catch up to you! Thank you so much, hon for your support and encouragement!! J
Author’s Note 2: If you are interested in what happens next, please comment. If not, thanks for reading!!