Pull Me Out From Under Part IV
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 4.5k (for this part, 15k total)
Warnings and kinks: Torture, noncon, abuse (not between J2), character death (not J2), Vampires
Summary: From a prompt over at the kink meme:Jared's a hunter. Jensen's a vampire. For the full prompt, go here.
By the time Jack drops Jensen back to the ground this time, he’s covered in more bruises and cuts than he thinks he’s ever had. There’s definitely at least one cracked rib and he’s bleeding in places he’d hoped would stay Jack-free forever. Jack deals him one final kick before walking out of the cell, not bothering to close the door. At first Jensen can’t figure out why he’s being so careless - then he remembers Jared, and the trap, and he groans to himself. Even that small movement hurts.
Jensen tries to take himself out of the cell and into his mind. He pictures a soft blanket, like he used to, but this time it’s sitting on a couch and Jared’s sitting next to it. Jensen imagines curling up against Jared’s warm, solid body, one long arm wrapped around Jensen’s shoulders, the blanket covering them both. He imagines laying his head on Jared’s chest and listening to his strong heartbeat and breathing in his scent. Jared smells like gun oil and leather, but also like warm grass and soap. And he’s always so warm.
Jensen feels better about everything as he lies in the cold, filthy cell, the Jared in his mind stroking his hair and rubbing soothing circles on his back. In fact, Jensen feels much better. He brings himself back to the present and tries stretching his torso, gently at first, then sitting up to stare down at his body. The bruises are fading before his eyes, the cuts becoming puffy scar tissue and then disappearing. Jensen pokes himself in the ribs, just to check, and yes - they’re healed.
The blood finally caught up with him.
He rolls around in the dirt and grime a bit, covering up his healed skin, and sets about testing his strength.
***
Jared walks right into it. Literally. He strolled into this dingy basement expecting to find Jensen curled up on the floor, or maybe a couple of vampires having adopted him - not a full nest, Jared did watch the place for few hours and there’d been zero activity. The last thing Jared expected was to walk down the creaky stairs, wood half rotted away, see Jensen on the floor through an open door and immediately get hit with a taser. He drops his gun and falls to the floor and his last thought before another charge hits him and he passes out is, No, this was not the plan. Shoulda listened to Mom.
He wakes up with his wrists above his head, thick metal cuffs digging into his skin. He hasn’t been hanging there for long, he can tell by the feeling still residing in his hands, but his arms are already aching. Jared tries to stand up and finds that his feet barely touch the ground. He can just get enough purchase to stand on his toes and relieve some of the burden from his arms.
That’s when Jared notices how weak he feels. It’s not just his arms, it’s everything - his legs are already shaking from standing up, his head is lolling on his neck, and even his mind is... blurry. Drugged. Great.
A quick glance around the room tells him this is a hunter’s den - not permanent, but not a one-night deal, either. There are weapons on the walls and a set of ‘interrogation’ instruments on a table a few feet from where Jared is hanging. He wonders if those are for him.
How many insane, sadistic hunters can there be out there?
The sad answer is that there might be plenty - if you’re not already that kind of person when you start hunting, the life will turn you without much difficulty - but there’s a familiar feel to this room that tells him there’s a chance he’s met this one before. The empty beer cans on the floor, the piles of takeout boxes and dirty napkins, and that smell.
Yeah, Jared is pretty sure this is Jack’s new lair.
He’s kind of glad he figured it out before Jack walks in, just so he can have the pleasure of looking supremely uninterested while Jack waits for him to react.
“Didn’t think you’d ever see me again, did ya?” Jack asks, grinning up at Jared. “Thought when you burned my place to the ground and threatened me with that big knife that’d be the end of it?”
“Well, clearly the message didn’t get through,” Jared spits, except it’s more of a slur. Damn drugs. “This time won’t just be a warning.”
Jack laughs and picks up a straight razor from the tray. Jared grits his teeth - this part won’t be pleasant, but at least the pain might chase away some of the fuzz in his brain.
“You listening, Leech?” Jack calls out, and Jared realizes the door to Jensen’s cell is still open. He can almost make out the dark shape of Jensen sitting on the floor in the gloom. Jack doesn’t wait for a response, just takes a step toward Jared. “Don’t worry, I’ll bring him out for the next part.”
Jack slices a long gash from Jared’s right collarbone to his left hipbone. Jared pushes down the bite of pain and keeps his voice steady as he replies.
“What’s the next part?”
Jack positively leers and slaps his meaty palm to Jared’s ass. Jared’s bare ass, he quickly realizes. Jared’s not ashamed of his body, usually doesn’t give a second thought to how much skin he’s showing, but being naked for Jack’s greedy eyes is different.
“I’m gonna fuck you like a little bitch, show that bloodsucker what a man you really are. Gonna make you beg for it.”
Jared rolls his eyes, but Jack isn’t paying attention. The next slash has white spots dancing in Jared’s eyes and he holds back a groan. He can feel the blood slipping down his chest and stomach - enough to weaken him, but not enough to kill.
Jack switches to short, deep cuts and occasional hard blows for a few minutes, his mouth keeping up a constant stream of filth as he alternates between groping Jared and cutting him. Jared feels bile rise in his throat at the realization that Jack’s getting harder by the second his erection rubbing against Jared’s thigh whenever he leans in close.
He pauses to light a cigarette, which has Jared heaving a quiet sigh of relief for a moment before Jack grins and pushes his face up into Jared’s space, breathing smoke against Jared’s lips. There’s a blinding pain somewhere in the vicinity of his hipbone a moment later and he looks down to see Jack extinguishing his cigarette against his skin. The man looks so excited by the way Jared’s body is pulled taut with pain and Jared feels a sick wave of anger in his stomach. His muscles still won’t work properly and the helplessness fuels his anger, nearly brings tears to his eyes as Jack palms the razor again.
Finally, when Jared’s is covered in cuts and what are sure to be bruises from neck to knees, Jack turns away to grab a thin leather belt.
“I’ll keep the cane for next time,” he growls and raises the belt.
The first blow is agony across the deep cuts along Jared’s thighs. Jared has to close his eyes and bite his lip to keep from screaming. He throws his head back and waits, every muscle locked and screaming as the anticipation burns in his stomach.
Instead of pain, though, the next thing that hits him is Jack’s confused “Wha?” and a muffled thump. Jared forces his eyes open and the belt is on the ground. Jensen is standing before Jack, Jared’s gun in one hand and a knife in the other.
He’s beautiful. The circles under his eyes are gone, there’s color in his lips and cheeks - he’s still pale, Jared figures that’s not changing anytime soon, but there’s a healthy flush of blood under his freckles. And he’s strong - not a trace of a limp or slowness as he takes a step forward and lifts the gun.
Jared is gratified to see the flash of fear in Jack’s eyes before he tries to cover it.
“What are you doing?” Jack asks, false bravado in his voice failing to cover the quiver.
“You don’t deserve a quick death,” Jensen answers, head tilting a little and fuck, he doesn’t even sound nervous. Jared keeps stealing glances at him, knowing he should keep his eyes on the enemy but unable to stop looking at Jensen. He’s naked and filthy and completely unashamed. He looks... powerful. Still on the thin side, in a way that makes Jared want to bring him another couple of deer and lay them at his feet - an urge that Jared is carefully not examining - but he’s got lean, sleek muscles and his stance says he knows how to use them.
Jack glances at the tools beside him, the knives and razors and pliers and a couple of implements Jared can’t identify.
“You even know how to use that thing?” Jack asks, jerking his chin at the gun in Jensen’s hand. Jared can see him inching his hand toward the tray, and he opens his mouth to warn Jensen when a shot tears through the air. Jared’s ears are ringing but the sight of Jensen, standing with a smoking gun in his hand while Jack backs away from the spot where the tray of tools once stood, sends a rush of excitement through him.
“Please...” Jack starts, his eyes darting nervously around the room. “Show some mercy.”
Jensen barks out a harsh laugh.
“What, like you showed me mercy? Like you showed the others who came before me mercy? Yeah, I know there were others. And I know you’re never going to stop.”
Jack’s back hits the wall and he whimpers. Jensen turns to glance at Jared.
“You okay?” he asks, and Jared can’t help a quick grin. Sure, he’s losing blood fast and his body’s beyond battered, but it was worth it just to see Jensen like this. The corner of Jensen’s mouth is just starting to lift when movement from the corner of Jared’s vision catches his eye.
Jack must’ve backed up against a section of wall with mounted weapons, because he’s holding a gun now, and it’s trained on Jared. Jared, who is only a few feet away from Jack. Jensen’s face twists into a snarl but Jack just steps forward, confident again now that he has a gun trained on a naked, unarmed man. Typical.
“You put that gun down, Leech, or I’ll blow your boy here apart.” Jack takes a step toward Jared, then another, until he’s standing directly behind him, rough denim scraping against Jared’s bare ass.
Jared doesn’t move an inch, doesn’t want to give Jack a reason to get trigger happy. He watches helplessly as Jensen slowly lowers the gun, face unreadable.
“Kick it to me,” Jack says, and Jensen starts to lower it to the ground. Jack chuckles and wraps an arm around Jared, one hand spread possessively low on Jared’s belly. Jared’s first instinct is to kick back, to find something soft and shove his heel in until he can get free. He doesn’t need to, though, because the moment Jack’s hand starts to move South, Jensen lifts the gun back up and fires.
It’s so fast Jared would miss it if he weren’t standing within inches of the target. Jensen’s crouched, had been about to drop the gun, and he barely raises it before firing one shot. Jared knows it found its mark when Jack sags against him briefly before hitting the floor. The gun he was holding clatters against the concrete for a moment, then everything goes still.
Jensen meets Jared’s eyes and Jared can see the worry there. He knows exactly what it is, too: Jensen doesn’t kill, never has, and he was counting on that fact to keep Jared on his side. Jared wants to laugh. He wants to tell Jensen, I just wish I could have seen his face when you killed him and That fucker deserved to die and You’re really fucking hot when you’re shooting a bad guy. Instead he just grins and Jensen takes a step forward, then another, until he’s right in Jared’s face.
Jensen’s lips are warm on his and he kisses rougher than Jared would have thought - desperate, like he needs to taste every inch of Jared right the fuck now. Jared wants to wrap his arms around him and draw him in but he’s still chained and the blood loss is starting to get to him. He digs his teeth into Jensen’s plush lower lip, draws it into his mouth and sucks until Jensen is whining and grinding against him. Bare skin sliding on skin in sweet friction has Jared seeing white, and his head feels light, and the room is spinning...
The next thing Jared knows, Jensen is ripping the chains from the wall. Jared knows vampires have superhuman strength but seeing it on Jensen is something else entirely. Jensen frees Jared like it’s nothing and supports his weight without hesitation. He puts another couple of bullets in Jack while Jared nuzzles his neck.
They stumble back to Jared’s car together and Jensen takes the keys out of Jared’s hand without asking. Jared never lets anyone drive his car but there’s still blood leaving his body and he’s pretty sure the drugs are still in his system so he doesn’t say a word, just gets in the passenger seat and tips his head back.
The next time he opens his eyes, Jensen is gently shaking him from the open passenger side door and handing him a coat.
“Come on... I got us a room, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Jensen helps him up to the motel room. Now that the adrenaline is fading, the pain is setting in and while it’s not the worst Jared’s had, it’s enough to have him walking slow and leaning on Jensen.
When they get inside, Jensen bypasses the bed entirely and brings Jared into the bathroom. He leaves him with instructions to wash up and yell if he needs anything. Jared smiles at himself through his whole shower, thinking of how Jensen would never have dared to tell Jared what to do a week ago. He’s not sure if it’s killing Jack or whatever happend to make Jensen heal up so well - Jared’s thinking the blood finally did its job - but whatever it is, Jared approves. Vehemently.
Jensen has Jared’s medical kit out and ready when Jared steps out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. He gestures to the bed and Jared obediently sits and watches while Jensen efficiently disinfects and bandages his more shallow cuts, sews a few stitches here and there as required, and hands Jared a couple of pills.
“You’re pretty good at this,” Jared comments as he downs the pills.
“I was studying to be a nurse, before... you know.”
“Oh.” Jared blinks a few times. He’s already feeling fuzzy - presumably from the pills - and the pain is melting away, leaving only heavy exhaustion. Good thing he’s already on a bed. He starts to climb back toward the headboard, burrowing under the sheets and peeking out to find Jensen staring, a heated flush on his face. Jared’s puzzled until he notices his towel in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed and realizes what a show he must have just given Jensen. Oops.
“I’m just... I’m going to clean up,” Jensen says, still pink under all that grime. It’s only then that Jard realizes Jensen is once again wearing Jared’s clothes - he must’ve gotten them from the car when they arrived at the motel - and the thought still sends a sharp thrill through him. He snuggles down into the comfortable bed to wait for Jensen to return.
***
Jared wakes up warm and comfortable despite the dull ache in his body. He remembers groggily waking up at some point in the night and being handed more pills with some water. It takes Jared a few seconds to realize he’s wrapped around something warm and smooth and soft and another it takes him another few seconds to realize it’s Jensen. He tries to gently disentangle himself without waking the other man up but Jensen keeps shifting back into Jared’s arms until Jared half-falls, half-jumps out of bed.
He looks down to see Jensen, now sprawled across the entire bed, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers Jared happens to know are his own. The image does nothing to calm the erection Jared’s been sporting since he woke up so he heads to the bathroom to take care of it. Jared doesn’t even bother pretending to himself that he’s not picturing soft, pale, freckled skin under him, plump red lips around his cock and startling green eyes gazing up at him from under a thick fringe of eyelashes when he comes.
He takes his time in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and straightening up, but he can only stall for so long. Jensen’s still in bed, curled up on Jared’s side with one arm and a leg thrown over Jared’s pillow, his face pressed against it. Jared’s itching desire to get out of town wars with his need to keep Jensen like this - safe, content, with him. He sighs and moves to shake Jensen awake.
***
It’s a four hour drive to the nearest safe place Jared knows. It’s not his favorite - mostly because it’s not nearly as isolated as Jared would like - but it’ll have to do for now. Jensen drives and Jared dozes and tries not to think about Jensen’s lips on his or whether Jensen plans on putting them there again anytime soon. They stop once for food and once for gas and Jensen doesn’t say a word the whole way but Jared sees his white knuckled grip on the steering wheel, sees him steal glances at Jared every once in a while. Every time Jared’s mind wanders back to Jensen’s body or his hands or his lips or his sinful eyes and he shifts around, he’s snapped back to the present by another tense huff of breath from beside him.
By the time they arrive, Jared’s thinking he’s going to need some more alone-time with his right hand and Jensen seems wound tighter than a hunter’s knot. Jensen stands too close while Jared unlocks the door and immediately shuts the door behind them once they’re inside.
“Are we safe now?” Jensen asks, serious gaze burning into Jared’s as he nods. Jared only has a second to wonder what happened to his shy vampire when Jensen slams into him, hands coming up to slide into his hair, around the back of his neck, drawing him down. Jared panics for all of a fraction of a second, hunter reflexes telling him to fight, but the eager mouth pressing at his tells him otherwise.
Jensen kisses like Jared might disappear at any moment, like this is the only chance he’ll ever have and he’s more than taking it. He licks into Jared’s mouth with only the barest hesitation, gone the moment Jared opens for him. His hands rove over Jared’s body, stopping occasionally to wrap around his hips or grip his arms or run through his hair. It’s like he needs to feel every part of Jared, taste every inch of him, and it sends a wave of heat through Jared so strong his knees go weak.
Jensen wrenches himself away with a visible effort, lips staying within inches of Jared’s and hands still fisted in Jared’s shirt.
“Is this... Is this-”
“ ‘S good,” Jared answers and that’s all it takes to have Jensen back on him.
Jared manages to get Jensen up against the wall, one of his hands dropping to cup Jensen’s ass through denim while he grinds forward. Jensen’s whimpering and the sound goes straight to Jared’s cock, already hard and leaking against his boxers.
Jensen’s doing something, hands fumbling at Jared’s shirt and it takes Jared a moment to realize he’s trying to take it off. When he gets it, Jared tears his shirt away and coaxes Jensen’s off as well. He takes a moment to appreciate the expanse of soft, pale skin before him, the lean muscle of Jensen’s chest and the flared angles of his hipbones. He only gets a moment before Jensen is pressing in close, sealing their bodies together like every inch separating them is painful.
“Bedroom?” Jared asks. Jensen nods dazedly against him and they separate to stumble down the hall. Jared stops to grab supplies from his duffel, so when he walks into the room, Jensen’s already on the bed. Naked.
Jared’s seen Jensen naked before, but this is different. This isn’t a filthy, broken down Jensen shackled to a wall. This is Jensen lying back on the bed, propped up on his elbows as he looks expectantly up at Jared. There’s a pink flush heating his cheeks and chest and his eyes are darker than usual, and Jared feels a hot rush of lust at the sight of his lips so puffy and red.
Jared throws the lube and condom on the bed and drops his jeans and boxers before climbing up after Jensen.
***
Jensen’s been holding this back since the moment he shot Jack in the head and it’s like the proverbial dam has broken. He can’t seem to keep his hands or mouth off Jared’s skin, can’t stop staring at him and can’t really believe this is happening.
Jensen’s mind goes quiet and still as he finds himself surrounded by Jared. Jared is safety, warmth and freedom from Jack, but more than that, Jared is Jared. Even now, he’s trying to be careful as he settles between Jensen’s legs, propped up on one elbow and leaning down to mouth at Jensen’s collarbone.
Jensen can feel one big hand trailing down his chest, pausing to thumb over a nipple in a way that leaves him gasping before slipping down his side to palm his hip. Jensen digs his fingertips into Jared’s back and shoulder when he feels Jared’s hand move even lower, one finger playing down the line of his cock and down, down over his balls. His entire being is so focused on that one finger that he lets out a whine when it leaves him, only satisfied when it returns, slippery wet, to circle his hole.
This, he thinks, this is what I want. He arches into Jared’s touch, trying to get more, and Jared groans against his neck as he presses one thick finger inside.
Jensen can hear Jared muttering something but he’s barely paying attention because Jared is rubbing inside him, and when he finds Jensen’s prostate it’s all Jensen can do to stay on the bed. He digs his toes into the mattress and arches his spine as Jared brushes over that spot again and again until he’s practically writhing. It’s been a very long time since Jensen felt something like this, and it’s never been this good.
“So tight... So good... God, Jensen, I- fuck,” Jared pants and pulls back to watch Jensen’s face as he pushes another finger in beside the first. Jensen relishes the stretch and slight burn, had nearly forgotten how good it can feel when it’s wanted. He rocks down on Jared’s fingers, pushing past the careful tenderness Jared’s been showing. Jared’s surprise lasts a brief second before he’s thrusting his fingers into Jensen with enough force to push Jensen up the mattress.
By the time Jared pulls his fingers back out, Jensen is gripping the headboard tight and begging wordlessly. Jared shifts back long enough to roll on a condom before he’s back. Jared’s biting his lip hard when he pushes inside, big hands holding Jensen’s thighs apart while his cock spreads him open. He’s bigger than Jensen would have imagined, bigger than Jack says a voice at the back of his head. That thought only lasts a moment because Jared is there, right there kissing him and mumbling praise and filth against his lips.
When Jared bottoms out, he slides his hands up to Jensen’s hips and grips them tight while Jensen wraps his legs around Jared’s middle, drawing him in even deeper, pulling a groan from Jared’s throat. Jensen loses himself in the sweet drag and pressing fullness of Jared inside him, the way Jared’s hands roam over his body, twisting a nipple before dipping a thumb into Jensen’s mouth. Jensen closes his lips around it and sucks, meeting Jared’s eye just to watch him lose control, inch by inch.
Jared’s thrusts are getting harder, sharper, and he drops his forehead to Jensen’s shoulder and his hand to Jensen’s cock. Jensen’s so hard, dripping and throbbing, that it only takes a few pulls and well-placed thrusts to his prostate before his whole body is tensing, thighs tightening around Jared, ass clamping down on his cock and Jensen is coming so hard he can’t see. He can hear Jared though, hear him babbling something about “perfect,” and “so tight,” and “fuck Jensen I’m gonna-”. Jared shakes hard through his own orgasm, hips making short, aborted jabs into Jensen before shoving in as deep as he can and going still.
***
Jared doesn’t pull out right away, half because he doesn’t want to and half because Jensen’s legs are still locked around him. When he finally does, he only moves away long enough to dispose of the condom and clean Jensen and himself off with a stray corner of the sheet. He wraps Jensen up in one arm and rolls onto his back, trying to find the words he needs to say and the courage to actually say them.
“You don’t have to stay with me,” Jared finally blurts out. He’s never been good at thinking things through before he says them. Jensen raises an eyebrow. “I mean, I’m not forcing you to stay. Not tying you up anymore.”
Jensen looks down and bites his lip, a deep blush spreading over his cheeks. Jared sort of can’t believe this is the same guy who steadily pulled the trigger on Jack barely a day earlier, the same guy who just practically begged Jared to fuck him through the mattress. He fights back the urge to wrap his limbs around Jensen like an octopus and never let go.
“And if I want to stay with you?” Jensen asks.
Jared’s heart rate kicks up a notch.
“I mean... I could - I could help, you know? And I want to. I want to keep you safe.” Jensen says it decisively, like they’re the truest words he’s ever spoken.
“Then we’d need to get you some guns. Couple knives. Maybe a-” Jared doesn’t finish, Jensen’s lips pressed against his stopping the words. It doesn’t matter - they’ve got plenty of time to work it out. As he rolls Jensen onto his back, Jared wonders how long it’ll be till Jensen can outshoot him.
***
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 4.5k (for this part, 15k total)
Warnings and kinks: Torture, noncon, abuse (not between J2), character death (not J2), Vampires
Summary: From a prompt over at the kink meme:Jared's a hunter. Jensen's a vampire. For the full prompt, go here.
By the time Jack drops Jensen back to the ground this time, he’s covered in more bruises and cuts than he thinks he’s ever had. There’s definitely at least one cracked rib and he’s bleeding in places he’d hoped would stay Jack-free forever. Jack deals him one final kick before walking out of the cell, not bothering to close the door. At first Jensen can’t figure out why he’s being so careless - then he remembers Jared, and the trap, and he groans to himself. Even that small movement hurts.
Jensen tries to take himself out of the cell and into his mind. He pictures a soft blanket, like he used to, but this time it’s sitting on a couch and Jared’s sitting next to it. Jensen imagines curling up against Jared’s warm, solid body, one long arm wrapped around Jensen’s shoulders, the blanket covering them both. He imagines laying his head on Jared’s chest and listening to his strong heartbeat and breathing in his scent. Jared smells like gun oil and leather, but also like warm grass and soap. And he’s always so warm.
Jensen feels better about everything as he lies in the cold, filthy cell, the Jared in his mind stroking his hair and rubbing soothing circles on his back. In fact, Jensen feels much better. He brings himself back to the present and tries stretching his torso, gently at first, then sitting up to stare down at his body. The bruises are fading before his eyes, the cuts becoming puffy scar tissue and then disappearing. Jensen pokes himself in the ribs, just to check, and yes - they’re healed.
The blood finally caught up with him.
He rolls around in the dirt and grime a bit, covering up his healed skin, and sets about testing his strength.
***
Jared walks right into it. Literally. He strolled into this dingy basement expecting to find Jensen curled up on the floor, or maybe a couple of vampires having adopted him - not a full nest, Jared did watch the place for few hours and there’d been zero activity. The last thing Jared expected was to walk down the creaky stairs, wood half rotted away, see Jensen on the floor through an open door and immediately get hit with a taser. He drops his gun and falls to the floor and his last thought before another charge hits him and he passes out is, No, this was not the plan. Shoulda listened to Mom.
He wakes up with his wrists above his head, thick metal cuffs digging into his skin. He hasn’t been hanging there for long, he can tell by the feeling still residing in his hands, but his arms are already aching. Jared tries to stand up and finds that his feet barely touch the ground. He can just get enough purchase to stand on his toes and relieve some of the burden from his arms.
That’s when Jared notices how weak he feels. It’s not just his arms, it’s everything - his legs are already shaking from standing up, his head is lolling on his neck, and even his mind is... blurry. Drugged. Great.
A quick glance around the room tells him this is a hunter’s den - not permanent, but not a one-night deal, either. There are weapons on the walls and a set of ‘interrogation’ instruments on a table a few feet from where Jared is hanging. He wonders if those are for him.
How many insane, sadistic hunters can there be out there?
The sad answer is that there might be plenty - if you’re not already that kind of person when you start hunting, the life will turn you without much difficulty - but there’s a familiar feel to this room that tells him there’s a chance he’s met this one before. The empty beer cans on the floor, the piles of takeout boxes and dirty napkins, and that smell.
Yeah, Jared is pretty sure this is Jack’s new lair.
He’s kind of glad he figured it out before Jack walks in, just so he can have the pleasure of looking supremely uninterested while Jack waits for him to react.
“Didn’t think you’d ever see me again, did ya?” Jack asks, grinning up at Jared. “Thought when you burned my place to the ground and threatened me with that big knife that’d be the end of it?”
“Well, clearly the message didn’t get through,” Jared spits, except it’s more of a slur. Damn drugs. “This time won’t just be a warning.”
Jack laughs and picks up a straight razor from the tray. Jared grits his teeth - this part won’t be pleasant, but at least the pain might chase away some of the fuzz in his brain.
“You listening, Leech?” Jack calls out, and Jared realizes the door to Jensen’s cell is still open. He can almost make out the dark shape of Jensen sitting on the floor in the gloom. Jack doesn’t wait for a response, just takes a step toward Jared. “Don’t worry, I’ll bring him out for the next part.”
Jack slices a long gash from Jared’s right collarbone to his left hipbone. Jared pushes down the bite of pain and keeps his voice steady as he replies.
“What’s the next part?”
Jack positively leers and slaps his meaty palm to Jared’s ass. Jared’s bare ass, he quickly realizes. Jared’s not ashamed of his body, usually doesn’t give a second thought to how much skin he’s showing, but being naked for Jack’s greedy eyes is different.
“I’m gonna fuck you like a little bitch, show that bloodsucker what a man you really are. Gonna make you beg for it.”
Jared rolls his eyes, but Jack isn’t paying attention. The next slash has white spots dancing in Jared’s eyes and he holds back a groan. He can feel the blood slipping down his chest and stomach - enough to weaken him, but not enough to kill.
Jack switches to short, deep cuts and occasional hard blows for a few minutes, his mouth keeping up a constant stream of filth as he alternates between groping Jared and cutting him. Jared feels bile rise in his throat at the realization that Jack’s getting harder by the second his erection rubbing against Jared’s thigh whenever he leans in close.
He pauses to light a cigarette, which has Jared heaving a quiet sigh of relief for a moment before Jack grins and pushes his face up into Jared’s space, breathing smoke against Jared’s lips. There’s a blinding pain somewhere in the vicinity of his hipbone a moment later and he looks down to see Jack extinguishing his cigarette against his skin. The man looks so excited by the way Jared’s body is pulled taut with pain and Jared feels a sick wave of anger in his stomach. His muscles still won’t work properly and the helplessness fuels his anger, nearly brings tears to his eyes as Jack palms the razor again.
Finally, when Jared’s is covered in cuts and what are sure to be bruises from neck to knees, Jack turns away to grab a thin leather belt.
“I’ll keep the cane for next time,” he growls and raises the belt.
The first blow is agony across the deep cuts along Jared’s thighs. Jared has to close his eyes and bite his lip to keep from screaming. He throws his head back and waits, every muscle locked and screaming as the anticipation burns in his stomach.
Instead of pain, though, the next thing that hits him is Jack’s confused “Wha?” and a muffled thump. Jared forces his eyes open and the belt is on the ground. Jensen is standing before Jack, Jared’s gun in one hand and a knife in the other.
He’s beautiful. The circles under his eyes are gone, there’s color in his lips and cheeks - he’s still pale, Jared figures that’s not changing anytime soon, but there’s a healthy flush of blood under his freckles. And he’s strong - not a trace of a limp or slowness as he takes a step forward and lifts the gun.
Jared is gratified to see the flash of fear in Jack’s eyes before he tries to cover it.
“What are you doing?” Jack asks, false bravado in his voice failing to cover the quiver.
“You don’t deserve a quick death,” Jensen answers, head tilting a little and fuck, he doesn’t even sound nervous. Jared keeps stealing glances at him, knowing he should keep his eyes on the enemy but unable to stop looking at Jensen. He’s naked and filthy and completely unashamed. He looks... powerful. Still on the thin side, in a way that makes Jared want to bring him another couple of deer and lay them at his feet - an urge that Jared is carefully not examining - but he’s got lean, sleek muscles and his stance says he knows how to use them.
Jack glances at the tools beside him, the knives and razors and pliers and a couple of implements Jared can’t identify.
“You even know how to use that thing?” Jack asks, jerking his chin at the gun in Jensen’s hand. Jared can see him inching his hand toward the tray, and he opens his mouth to warn Jensen when a shot tears through the air. Jared’s ears are ringing but the sight of Jensen, standing with a smoking gun in his hand while Jack backs away from the spot where the tray of tools once stood, sends a rush of excitement through him.
“Please...” Jack starts, his eyes darting nervously around the room. “Show some mercy.”
Jensen barks out a harsh laugh.
“What, like you showed me mercy? Like you showed the others who came before me mercy? Yeah, I know there were others. And I know you’re never going to stop.”
Jack’s back hits the wall and he whimpers. Jensen turns to glance at Jared.
“You okay?” he asks, and Jared can’t help a quick grin. Sure, he’s losing blood fast and his body’s beyond battered, but it was worth it just to see Jensen like this. The corner of Jensen’s mouth is just starting to lift when movement from the corner of Jared’s vision catches his eye.
Jack must’ve backed up against a section of wall with mounted weapons, because he’s holding a gun now, and it’s trained on Jared. Jared, who is only a few feet away from Jack. Jensen’s face twists into a snarl but Jack just steps forward, confident again now that he has a gun trained on a naked, unarmed man. Typical.
“You put that gun down, Leech, or I’ll blow your boy here apart.” Jack takes a step toward Jared, then another, until he’s standing directly behind him, rough denim scraping against Jared’s bare ass.
Jared doesn’t move an inch, doesn’t want to give Jack a reason to get trigger happy. He watches helplessly as Jensen slowly lowers the gun, face unreadable.
“Kick it to me,” Jack says, and Jensen starts to lower it to the ground. Jack chuckles and wraps an arm around Jared, one hand spread possessively low on Jared’s belly. Jared’s first instinct is to kick back, to find something soft and shove his heel in until he can get free. He doesn’t need to, though, because the moment Jack’s hand starts to move South, Jensen lifts the gun back up and fires.
It’s so fast Jared would miss it if he weren’t standing within inches of the target. Jensen’s crouched, had been about to drop the gun, and he barely raises it before firing one shot. Jared knows it found its mark when Jack sags against him briefly before hitting the floor. The gun he was holding clatters against the concrete for a moment, then everything goes still.
Jensen meets Jared’s eyes and Jared can see the worry there. He knows exactly what it is, too: Jensen doesn’t kill, never has, and he was counting on that fact to keep Jared on his side. Jared wants to laugh. He wants to tell Jensen, I just wish I could have seen his face when you killed him and That fucker deserved to die and You’re really fucking hot when you’re shooting a bad guy. Instead he just grins and Jensen takes a step forward, then another, until he’s right in Jared’s face.
Jensen’s lips are warm on his and he kisses rougher than Jared would have thought - desperate, like he needs to taste every inch of Jared right the fuck now. Jared wants to wrap his arms around him and draw him in but he’s still chained and the blood loss is starting to get to him. He digs his teeth into Jensen’s plush lower lip, draws it into his mouth and sucks until Jensen is whining and grinding against him. Bare skin sliding on skin in sweet friction has Jared seeing white, and his head feels light, and the room is spinning...
The next thing Jared knows, Jensen is ripping the chains from the wall. Jared knows vampires have superhuman strength but seeing it on Jensen is something else entirely. Jensen frees Jared like it’s nothing and supports his weight without hesitation. He puts another couple of bullets in Jack while Jared nuzzles his neck.
They stumble back to Jared’s car together and Jensen takes the keys out of Jared’s hand without asking. Jared never lets anyone drive his car but there’s still blood leaving his body and he’s pretty sure the drugs are still in his system so he doesn’t say a word, just gets in the passenger seat and tips his head back.
The next time he opens his eyes, Jensen is gently shaking him from the open passenger side door and handing him a coat.
“Come on... I got us a room, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Jensen helps him up to the motel room. Now that the adrenaline is fading, the pain is setting in and while it’s not the worst Jared’s had, it’s enough to have him walking slow and leaning on Jensen.
When they get inside, Jensen bypasses the bed entirely and brings Jared into the bathroom. He leaves him with instructions to wash up and yell if he needs anything. Jared smiles at himself through his whole shower, thinking of how Jensen would never have dared to tell Jared what to do a week ago. He’s not sure if it’s killing Jack or whatever happend to make Jensen heal up so well - Jared’s thinking the blood finally did its job - but whatever it is, Jared approves. Vehemently.
Jensen has Jared’s medical kit out and ready when Jared steps out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. He gestures to the bed and Jared obediently sits and watches while Jensen efficiently disinfects and bandages his more shallow cuts, sews a few stitches here and there as required, and hands Jared a couple of pills.
“You’re pretty good at this,” Jared comments as he downs the pills.
“I was studying to be a nurse, before... you know.”
“Oh.” Jared blinks a few times. He’s already feeling fuzzy - presumably from the pills - and the pain is melting away, leaving only heavy exhaustion. Good thing he’s already on a bed. He starts to climb back toward the headboard, burrowing under the sheets and peeking out to find Jensen staring, a heated flush on his face. Jared’s puzzled until he notices his towel in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed and realizes what a show he must have just given Jensen. Oops.
“I’m just... I’m going to clean up,” Jensen says, still pink under all that grime. It’s only then that Jard realizes Jensen is once again wearing Jared’s clothes - he must’ve gotten them from the car when they arrived at the motel - and the thought still sends a sharp thrill through him. He snuggles down into the comfortable bed to wait for Jensen to return.
***
Jared wakes up warm and comfortable despite the dull ache in his body. He remembers groggily waking up at some point in the night and being handed more pills with some water. It takes Jared a few seconds to realize he’s wrapped around something warm and smooth and soft and another it takes him another few seconds to realize it’s Jensen. He tries to gently disentangle himself without waking the other man up but Jensen keeps shifting back into Jared’s arms until Jared half-falls, half-jumps out of bed.
He looks down to see Jensen, now sprawled across the entire bed, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers Jared happens to know are his own. The image does nothing to calm the erection Jared’s been sporting since he woke up so he heads to the bathroom to take care of it. Jared doesn’t even bother pretending to himself that he’s not picturing soft, pale, freckled skin under him, plump red lips around his cock and startling green eyes gazing up at him from under a thick fringe of eyelashes when he comes.
He takes his time in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and straightening up, but he can only stall for so long. Jensen’s still in bed, curled up on Jared’s side with one arm and a leg thrown over Jared’s pillow, his face pressed against it. Jared’s itching desire to get out of town wars with his need to keep Jensen like this - safe, content, with him. He sighs and moves to shake Jensen awake.
***
It’s a four hour drive to the nearest safe place Jared knows. It’s not his favorite - mostly because it’s not nearly as isolated as Jared would like - but it’ll have to do for now. Jensen drives and Jared dozes and tries not to think about Jensen’s lips on his or whether Jensen plans on putting them there again anytime soon. They stop once for food and once for gas and Jensen doesn’t say a word the whole way but Jared sees his white knuckled grip on the steering wheel, sees him steal glances at Jared every once in a while. Every time Jared’s mind wanders back to Jensen’s body or his hands or his lips or his sinful eyes and he shifts around, he’s snapped back to the present by another tense huff of breath from beside him.
By the time they arrive, Jared’s thinking he’s going to need some more alone-time with his right hand and Jensen seems wound tighter than a hunter’s knot. Jensen stands too close while Jared unlocks the door and immediately shuts the door behind them once they’re inside.
“Are we safe now?” Jensen asks, serious gaze burning into Jared’s as he nods. Jared only has a second to wonder what happened to his shy vampire when Jensen slams into him, hands coming up to slide into his hair, around the back of his neck, drawing him down. Jared panics for all of a fraction of a second, hunter reflexes telling him to fight, but the eager mouth pressing at his tells him otherwise.
Jensen kisses like Jared might disappear at any moment, like this is the only chance he’ll ever have and he’s more than taking it. He licks into Jared’s mouth with only the barest hesitation, gone the moment Jared opens for him. His hands rove over Jared’s body, stopping occasionally to wrap around his hips or grip his arms or run through his hair. It’s like he needs to feel every part of Jared, taste every inch of him, and it sends a wave of heat through Jared so strong his knees go weak.
Jensen wrenches himself away with a visible effort, lips staying within inches of Jared’s and hands still fisted in Jared’s shirt.
“Is this... Is this-”
“ ‘S good,” Jared answers and that’s all it takes to have Jensen back on him.
Jared manages to get Jensen up against the wall, one of his hands dropping to cup Jensen’s ass through denim while he grinds forward. Jensen’s whimpering and the sound goes straight to Jared’s cock, already hard and leaking against his boxers.
Jensen’s doing something, hands fumbling at Jared’s shirt and it takes Jared a moment to realize he’s trying to take it off. When he gets it, Jared tears his shirt away and coaxes Jensen’s off as well. He takes a moment to appreciate the expanse of soft, pale skin before him, the lean muscle of Jensen’s chest and the flared angles of his hipbones. He only gets a moment before Jensen is pressing in close, sealing their bodies together like every inch separating them is painful.
“Bedroom?” Jared asks. Jensen nods dazedly against him and they separate to stumble down the hall. Jared stops to grab supplies from his duffel, so when he walks into the room, Jensen’s already on the bed. Naked.
Jared’s seen Jensen naked before, but this is different. This isn’t a filthy, broken down Jensen shackled to a wall. This is Jensen lying back on the bed, propped up on his elbows as he looks expectantly up at Jared. There’s a pink flush heating his cheeks and chest and his eyes are darker than usual, and Jared feels a hot rush of lust at the sight of his lips so puffy and red.
Jared throws the lube and condom on the bed and drops his jeans and boxers before climbing up after Jensen.
***
Jensen’s been holding this back since the moment he shot Jack in the head and it’s like the proverbial dam has broken. He can’t seem to keep his hands or mouth off Jared’s skin, can’t stop staring at him and can’t really believe this is happening.
Jensen’s mind goes quiet and still as he finds himself surrounded by Jared. Jared is safety, warmth and freedom from Jack, but more than that, Jared is Jared. Even now, he’s trying to be careful as he settles between Jensen’s legs, propped up on one elbow and leaning down to mouth at Jensen’s collarbone.
Jensen can feel one big hand trailing down his chest, pausing to thumb over a nipple in a way that leaves him gasping before slipping down his side to palm his hip. Jensen digs his fingertips into Jared’s back and shoulder when he feels Jared’s hand move even lower, one finger playing down the line of his cock and down, down over his balls. His entire being is so focused on that one finger that he lets out a whine when it leaves him, only satisfied when it returns, slippery wet, to circle his hole.
This, he thinks, this is what I want. He arches into Jared’s touch, trying to get more, and Jared groans against his neck as he presses one thick finger inside.
Jensen can hear Jared muttering something but he’s barely paying attention because Jared is rubbing inside him, and when he finds Jensen’s prostate it’s all Jensen can do to stay on the bed. He digs his toes into the mattress and arches his spine as Jared brushes over that spot again and again until he’s practically writhing. It’s been a very long time since Jensen felt something like this, and it’s never been this good.
“So tight... So good... God, Jensen, I- fuck,” Jared pants and pulls back to watch Jensen’s face as he pushes another finger in beside the first. Jensen relishes the stretch and slight burn, had nearly forgotten how good it can feel when it’s wanted. He rocks down on Jared’s fingers, pushing past the careful tenderness Jared’s been showing. Jared’s surprise lasts a brief second before he’s thrusting his fingers into Jensen with enough force to push Jensen up the mattress.
By the time Jared pulls his fingers back out, Jensen is gripping the headboard tight and begging wordlessly. Jared shifts back long enough to roll on a condom before he’s back. Jared’s biting his lip hard when he pushes inside, big hands holding Jensen’s thighs apart while his cock spreads him open. He’s bigger than Jensen would have imagined, bigger than Jack says a voice at the back of his head. That thought only lasts a moment because Jared is there, right there kissing him and mumbling praise and filth against his lips.
When Jared bottoms out, he slides his hands up to Jensen’s hips and grips them tight while Jensen wraps his legs around Jared’s middle, drawing him in even deeper, pulling a groan from Jared’s throat. Jensen loses himself in the sweet drag and pressing fullness of Jared inside him, the way Jared’s hands roam over his body, twisting a nipple before dipping a thumb into Jensen’s mouth. Jensen closes his lips around it and sucks, meeting Jared’s eye just to watch him lose control, inch by inch.
Jared’s thrusts are getting harder, sharper, and he drops his forehead to Jensen’s shoulder and his hand to Jensen’s cock. Jensen’s so hard, dripping and throbbing, that it only takes a few pulls and well-placed thrusts to his prostate before his whole body is tensing, thighs tightening around Jared, ass clamping down on his cock and Jensen is coming so hard he can’t see. He can hear Jared though, hear him babbling something about “perfect,” and “so tight,” and “fuck Jensen I’m gonna-”. Jared shakes hard through his own orgasm, hips making short, aborted jabs into Jensen before shoving in as deep as he can and going still.
***
Jared doesn’t pull out right away, half because he doesn’t want to and half because Jensen’s legs are still locked around him. When he finally does, he only moves away long enough to dispose of the condom and clean Jensen and himself off with a stray corner of the sheet. He wraps Jensen up in one arm and rolls onto his back, trying to find the words he needs to say and the courage to actually say them.
“You don’t have to stay with me,” Jared finally blurts out. He’s never been good at thinking things through before he says them. Jensen raises an eyebrow. “I mean, I’m not forcing you to stay. Not tying you up anymore.”
Jensen looks down and bites his lip, a deep blush spreading over his cheeks. Jared sort of can’t believe this is the same guy who steadily pulled the trigger on Jack barely a day earlier, the same guy who just practically begged Jared to fuck him through the mattress. He fights back the urge to wrap his limbs around Jensen like an octopus and never let go.
“And if I want to stay with you?” Jensen asks.
Jared’s heart rate kicks up a notch.
“I mean... I could - I could help, you know? And I want to. I want to keep you safe.” Jensen says it decisively, like they’re the truest words he’s ever spoken.
“Then we’d need to get you some guns. Couple knives. Maybe a-” Jared doesn’t finish, Jensen’s lips pressed against his stopping the words. It doesn’t matter - they’ve got plenty of time to work it out. As he rolls Jensen onto his back, Jared wonders how long it’ll be till Jensen can outshoot him.
***