Since I've been Loving You" Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Jensen's POV
Jensen snuggles deeply into Jared's large, protective arms, feeling totally safe for the first time in a long time. He likes the feel of his bare skin against the love of his life's. He likes the warmth exuding from Jared. He likes everything about the moment.
Ever since the first time they'd had sex (and Jensen still, weeks later, shivers at the thought of that) everything has been perfect. He doesn't have to hide the scars and Jared can look at him whenever he wants. The only thing that could possibly make his life any better would have been being able to tell Jared his name. He's down right sick of being “Danny.”
He can live with it though. With everything else he has, that one little thing can be ignored.
Jared's already asleep and Jensen has his head resting on his chest, loving the gentle rise and fall of his breath and the peacefulness of his lover's expression.
He doesn't know how long he lies there, just staring at his Jared, but it's not long enough when his phone rings. He glances at the alarm clock, who's glowing red numbers reads 3 o'clock in the morning.
Who the hell is calling at this time?
Jensen decides to ignore it. It rings again immediately after.
“Fuck,” he murmurs quietly and carefully disentangles himself of Jared's arms, so as not to wake him and snatches his ringing phone irritably off it's charger.
“What?” he growls, annoyed, into the phone when he's in the living room, out of Jared's hearing. “This better be good...”
“Jensen. This is Agent Smith,” says a serious male voice. 'Agent Smith... Agent Smith', Jensen thinks, trying to remember where he's heard the name. 'Agent James Smith. The US Marshall...' Jensen pales. It doesn't take a genius to guess why the Witness Protection Program might have to call him.
“What's this about?” Jensen says, deathly quiet and terrified of the answer. He doesn't want to think about, no, he refuses to think about Christopher Davis. He cannot come into his life just when everything seemed to be perfect to ruin it. He can't!
“News about Christopher Davis has been found, Jensen. He contacted us through a letter. Bastard's taunting us. Long story short, he knows who you are and has a location. A team of Marshals is on their way to get you and move you to a safe house as we speak. Pack your bags and make sure no one knows where you're going,” he says in a rush.
“No,” says Jensen quietly. “No. No no no nonono. It's not possible.”
“Jensen,” Agent Smith says, his voice softening in sympathy. “I'm sorry, but it is. You need to gather your stuff. I wish there were time for good byes, but there aren't. This is for your own good. I have to go now. Be ready within ten minutes.” And with that, Jensen hears the click indicating he's hung up. He stands there, just staring around his and Jared's apartment. It's not much, but it's theirs and Jensen's never felt so at home anywhere else. He wants to stay. He doesn't want to have to go and live in some goddamned safe house for who knows how long, until he gets to leave and has to start his life over. Again. He's sick of it. Maybe being Danny Cauthorn isn't as good as Jensen Ackles, but right now he'd give anything to be able to stay Danny Cauthorn just a bit longer. Make love with Jared one more time. Be called J-Danny just once more.
He glances at the clock after a while and realizes that a few minutes have already passed. He only has seven left. 'How the hell am I supposed to pack up my entire life in seven minutes?”
Filled with a sudden desire to hurry and finish doing everything he has to, to not waste a single second of the time he has left, he runs into the bedroom and pulls a black suitcase out from his closet and begins running and rushing to stuff everything he can in it, not taking care to be watch his noise level.
“Mmm,” Jared groans sleepily as he wakes up. “Babe? Whass' goin' on?” Jared sits up a bit and notices Jensen rapidly packing. He seems to wake up when he realizes that something is going on. “Dan? Sweetie? What's going on? Why are you packing? Daniel?”
The use of his “real” name as opposed to “J-Danny” or some other nickname makes Jensen break from his near trance like state and look at Jared.
The sight of the man he loves, his boyfriend who he'd just had amazing, gentle sex with not four hours before laying in the bed with his sleep mussed hair and confused look, breaks the last of Jensen's barriers. He doesn't want to, he really doesn't want to cry, but the salty tears drip down his face anyhow.
“Jare-” he starts.
“If you're leaving me, just say it,” Jared interrupts harshly, sounding hurt. “Please, please, don't beat around the bush, Dan,”
“Jensen,” Jensen automatically corrects. If he can never see Jared again, he wants him to know the full story. “My name... it's Jensen. That's why when I met you I accidentally said 'Je-Danny' instead of just Danny. My name is Jensen.”
“Jensen,” Jared states, sounding like he's in shock almost. “Jensen. You're name isn't Danny, it's Jensen.”
“Yes.”
“My boyfriend, whom I believed to be Danny Cauthorn is not in fact Danny Cauthorn but Jensen Something-or-other,” Jared gives a bitter laugh that shouldn't belong to him. “Anything else you'd like to tell me? Or, can Ashton go ahead and jump out now? Because, Jensen,” Jensen winces at the fire and cruelty spat in those two syllables, “this really isn't funny.”
“Please, just, let me explain-” Jensen says, barely able to speak past his tears.
“Then explain! Please tell me exactly why you let me believe all this shit! Explain why the hell you lied about you're fucking identity. Please, Jensen, grace me with your knowledge!”
Jensen takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. He should have expected this. He should have known that Jared wouldn't react well.
“My name is Jensen Ackles. I was born March 1, 1992 in Richardson Texas. I have a little sister named Mackenzie Ackles and an older brother named Josh Ackles. When I was 15 I was kidnapped by a sadistic serial killer and was the only victim to survive. I was also his last. He held and tortured me for almost a month, that's where those scars come from, and raped me multiple times. He was never caught, but also never became active again, so my family took on the identity of the Cauthorn's and my name was changed to Danny. The Witness Protection Agency recently received news that they know where he is and he knows who I am so I have to leave. That's why I'm packing.”
Jensen continues to furiously pack and ignore the tears on his cheeks. He misses Jared slowly getting off the bed and approaching him, but let's Jared hold him from being in a sort of backwards hug that Jensen doesn't have the heart the shrug off.
“Oh, Jen. Jensen. I-I didn't know. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have- I mean. I'm sorry. That was bad of me- when can I see you again?” Jared asks and apologizes quietly, resting his head on Jensen's shoulder.
Jensen stops packing for a moment and turns around in his love's arms and hugs him tightly into his chest.
“I don't know. Possibly, probably, never. I-I don't want to go,” he answers sounding muffled and childlike through the material of Jared's shirt. “I-I don't want to leave. I want to stay with you, so badly. I-I love you Jared.”
“Shh, I know, baby. I know,” Jared comforts. “But if it's for your safety, you have to. I can't live knowing that I might be responsible for getting you hurt or even killed.”
“ I can't live knowing that your right there, but I can't ever see you again!” Jensen shouts, leaning away from Jared's chest, but still holding on tightly.
“Who says we can't ever see each other again? You have my number. When you're settled and safe, I fully expect a text from some random unknown number that has where to meet you, no matter where, I don't give a shit how far away, and the word 'Ja-Danny', alright?” Jared says.
Jensen gives a half smile and nods.
“Good,” Jared says, wiping away the stray tears on Jensen's face. “How long?”
Jensen glances at a clock. “A couple minutes, maybe,” he says.
“That soon,” Jared whispers. “Well, that's plenty.” Jared pulls himself and Jensen onto the bed and cuddles his smaller boyfriend in his arms. Jensen looks up and his love in admiration. He doesn't think he handle something like this near as well and Jared. No one could.
“So,” started Jared, “Jensen, then? I like it. You look like a Jensen, not a Danny. You're too unique to be a Danny. Danny's are boring.”
“Nuh-uh,” argues Jensen. “Daniel Radcliffe is hot.”
“Yeah, well, he's British,” Jared replies, like that explains everything. Which, it kinda does, Jensen has to admit.
They cuddle for just another moment before there's an urgent pounding on the door.
“Already?” Jensen asks quietly, not to anyone in particular. Jared smiles sadly at his boyfriend and helps him get up and grabs his bag. Jensen almost protests, saying that he can grab his own luggage, but decides to give Jared this last excuse to do something for him.
Jensen takes a deep breath and opens the door.
“Hello Jenny,” a deep, scratchy voice says. It sets Jensen's heart to pounding and Jensen has to lean forward and just barely squint to make out the image of the man that has dominated his nightmares for years.
Before he can let out a blood curdling scream, a large hand covers his mouth and the too familiar feel of a knife rests at his throat.
“Do anything and I'll kill him,” the man behind him growls.
He sees Jared's puppy-dog eyes narrow into slits and become harder than he can possibly imagine his Jared's eyes ever being. His entire body appears more dangerous and for the first time, Jensen realizes just how much harm his boyfriend must be able to do with his large, muscled body. He nods slowly, narrowed eyes full of hate and Jensen doesn't know how anyone can even stand on the other side of that glare.
“Good.” Jensen feels tears fall when he realizes how hopeless his situation now is and he can only wonder where the hell the people that are supposed to be picking him up are. And, almost as if he can read his mind, Davis continues, “the Marshals won't find you. They won't be finding anyone ever again actually.”
It takes a moment for that to sink in, but once it does, Jensen is horrified.
“You killed them,” he whispers.
Davis laughs condescendingly, “Yes, Jenny boy. I killed them.”
Jensen feels himself shaking and is going to scream when a piece of duct tape is placed over his mouth, cutting him off. All that come out now are muffled sounds. Davis sheaths his knife and pulls out a gun instead and places it on the back of Jensen's head.
“If either of you try anything, I will shoot. Believe me,” he waits for Jensen and Jared to nod then leads the two to the bedroom with a gun still pointed at the back of Jensen's head.
“On the bed,” he quickly demands Jensen and pulls a kitchen chair that was in the room out and gestures for Jared to sit. He pulls out some rope from a bag he had with him and ties Jared's hands and feet to the chair before gagging him.
He then walks back towards where Jensen is laying terrified and trying to ward off intense flashbacks and binds his limbs to all corners of the bed.
“There's my pretty Jenny, my beautiful canvas. I know you don't understand, sweet Jen, but that's okay. Most heroes don't recognize what they are,” he says too sweetly to Jensen, stroking a hand down his face and looking straight into his eyes.
Jensen tries to call out from behind the gag, to beg him to stop, but Davis just gets angry and backhands him across the face.
“I'm being very patient with you, Jenny. I'm explaining what's going on and being so loving. Why can't you understand that? Why can't you just accept what you are? It hurts me to hurt you,” the man explains gently, appearing to be genuinely concerned.
Jared lets out a snort of disbelief from where he sits and Davis backhands Jensen again, this time drawing blood.
“Since neither of you seem to respond to my previous threats well enough, how about this: every time one of you messes up, the other takes your punishment. Deal?”
Jensen's eyes get huge. Isn't it bad enough Jared is even in this mess? It's all his fault, but now he is going to get hurt even more. He starts to shake his head before the man grabs his chin harshly and looks at him.
“I don't believe saying “no” is an option, Jenny Baby. Understand?” he says harshly. Jensen closes his eyes and feels even more tears run down his face. Davis shakes the hand holding his chin harshly, “Look at me when I am speaking to you! Do. You. Under. Stand?”
Jensen opens his eyes in terror and nods his head frantically, knowing from experience how volatile and bad this man's temper can be, and is.
“That's a good boy,” he says, suddenly happy again. He runs a hand down Jensen's face and murmurs, “so beautiful. Such a beautiful, beautiful canvas.”
He grabs his knife and quickly cuts through Jensen's clothes, leaving him in stark terror, mentally going back to the weeks tied to a cold medical bed.
The man breathes in and sighs in an almost orgasmic pleasure at the sight of Jensen's body.
“So, so beautiful my boy. So beautiful. Just... incomplete,” he whispers, gently tracing his hand over the place he'd signed his name. “You don't understand yet, Jenny. But you'll be my 'David'.You're my Sistine Chapel. The others were just practice, but you're my masterpiece. Maybe no one gets it yet, but few artists are famous in their time, but in the future, people will see you and see my genius.”
He begins gently tracing the lines of Jensen's body with his thin knife, looking for a place to start and Jensen's throws his head back against the bed, letting the tears fall free.
“Stay still, baby,” Davis whispers, bracing Jensen's midsection with his arm and carving lines up his body.
Jensen sobs and cries out against his bonds and hears Jared doing the same until the knife plunges particularly deeply and Jensen screams louder, though it's almost impossible to hear it anyways.
“Stop. Screaming. Jared,” the man says harshly, removing the knife, “or next time, he'll get it worse.” Jared shuts up after that.
He continues carving patterns onto Jensen's body for God knows how long, before taking a break and cleaning his weapons and laying them on Jared and Jensen's bedside table.
“I'll be right back sweetie,” Davis says and leaves the room for a bit.
Jensen can hardly bare to look at Jared, sure he'll see all the blame he deserves for getting Jared into this situation in his brown eyes. He does though, and sees sadness and love and can't look away.
“I'm back,” Jensen hears and breaks eye contact with his love and looks over towards his captor. He's carrying a glass of water and walks over to Jensen.
“Here you are, Jenny,” he says sweetly, and lifts Jensen's head enough to give him some water without choking. “No more art for now.”
Jensen would be relieved if he didn't know what's coming next.
A gentle kiss is planted on his lips and he just lets Davis. Jensen knows that nothing he can do will stop the man and if he does act out, Jared will get in trouble.
The problem is, Jared notices what's going on at the kiss. He starts struggling anew and screaming from behind the gag.
Davis' voice and eyes harden when he says, “You just lost your boyfriend lube. Keep it up and the condom will go, too.”
Jared's eyes widen at that implication and Jensen thanks God that the condom is there at all. The last thing he wants is to get an STD from this man.
He pushes in with no preparation at all, and, yeah, that hurts like a son of bitch. Jensen can practically feel himself being cut in twain when there's a hard pounding at the door.
“FBI! OPEN UP!”
Without waiting for anyone to 'open up' the door is immediately kicked in and Davis' eyes go mad with rage.
“YOU!” he yells, pointing at Jared, “YOU! YOU TOLD THEM! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!”
He jumps on Jared and causes the chair he's bound to tumble backwards and starts beating Jared mercilessly.
“No!” screams Jensen from behind his gag. “No! STOP!” Of course, it doesn't come out clearly.
Hearing the struggle, the agents run into the bedroom, guns first.
“Christopher Davis! Put your hands where we can see them and step away from the boy!”
Davis continues, oblivious the the agents, screaming and ranting wildly.
A large agent approaches him cautiously and grabs the man, quickly turning him and tackling him face-down onto the ground. He cuffs his hands quickly before pulling him to his feet and removing any weapons on his person and reading him his rights. Davis is walked out to the FBI's car all the while cursing and yelling madly.
A woman comes over to Jensen, sheathing her gun and helping Jensen out of his bonds with one of the knifes on the bedside table while another man helps Jared. Jensen hears someone call out for a medic and realizes he's in an ambulance later, but remembers nothing in between. All he can think about is Jared and how much he must hate him now....
Chapter 8: http://nympha-fluminis.livejournal.com/4949.html
Jensen's POV
Jensen snuggles deeply into Jared's large, protective arms, feeling totally safe for the first time in a long time. He likes the feel of his bare skin against the love of his life's. He likes the warmth exuding from Jared. He likes everything about the moment.
Ever since the first time they'd had sex (and Jensen still, weeks later, shivers at the thought of that) everything has been perfect. He doesn't have to hide the scars and Jared can look at him whenever he wants. The only thing that could possibly make his life any better would have been being able to tell Jared his name. He's down right sick of being “Danny.”
He can live with it though. With everything else he has, that one little thing can be ignored.
Jared's already asleep and Jensen has his head resting on his chest, loving the gentle rise and fall of his breath and the peacefulness of his lover's expression.
He doesn't know how long he lies there, just staring at his Jared, but it's not long enough when his phone rings. He glances at the alarm clock, who's glowing red numbers reads 3 o'clock in the morning.
Who the hell is calling at this time?
Jensen decides to ignore it. It rings again immediately after.
“Fuck,” he murmurs quietly and carefully disentangles himself of Jared's arms, so as not to wake him and snatches his ringing phone irritably off it's charger.
“What?” he growls, annoyed, into the phone when he's in the living room, out of Jared's hearing. “This better be good...”
“Jensen. This is Agent Smith,” says a serious male voice. 'Agent Smith... Agent Smith', Jensen thinks, trying to remember where he's heard the name. 'Agent James Smith. The US Marshall...' Jensen pales. It doesn't take a genius to guess why the Witness Protection Program might have to call him.
“What's this about?” Jensen says, deathly quiet and terrified of the answer. He doesn't want to think about, no, he refuses to think about Christopher Davis. He cannot come into his life just when everything seemed to be perfect to ruin it. He can't!
“News about Christopher Davis has been found, Jensen. He contacted us through a letter. Bastard's taunting us. Long story short, he knows who you are and has a location. A team of Marshals is on their way to get you and move you to a safe house as we speak. Pack your bags and make sure no one knows where you're going,” he says in a rush.
“No,” says Jensen quietly. “No. No no no nonono. It's not possible.”
“Jensen,” Agent Smith says, his voice softening in sympathy. “I'm sorry, but it is. You need to gather your stuff. I wish there were time for good byes, but there aren't. This is for your own good. I have to go now. Be ready within ten minutes.” And with that, Jensen hears the click indicating he's hung up. He stands there, just staring around his and Jared's apartment. It's not much, but it's theirs and Jensen's never felt so at home anywhere else. He wants to stay. He doesn't want to have to go and live in some goddamned safe house for who knows how long, until he gets to leave and has to start his life over. Again. He's sick of it. Maybe being Danny Cauthorn isn't as good as Jensen Ackles, but right now he'd give anything to be able to stay Danny Cauthorn just a bit longer. Make love with Jared one more time. Be called J-Danny just once more.
He glances at the clock after a while and realizes that a few minutes have already passed. He only has seven left. 'How the hell am I supposed to pack up my entire life in seven minutes?”
Filled with a sudden desire to hurry and finish doing everything he has to, to not waste a single second of the time he has left, he runs into the bedroom and pulls a black suitcase out from his closet and begins running and rushing to stuff everything he can in it, not taking care to be watch his noise level.
“Mmm,” Jared groans sleepily as he wakes up. “Babe? Whass' goin' on?” Jared sits up a bit and notices Jensen rapidly packing. He seems to wake up when he realizes that something is going on. “Dan? Sweetie? What's going on? Why are you packing? Daniel?”
The use of his “real” name as opposed to “J-Danny” or some other nickname makes Jensen break from his near trance like state and look at Jared.
The sight of the man he loves, his boyfriend who he'd just had amazing, gentle sex with not four hours before laying in the bed with his sleep mussed hair and confused look, breaks the last of Jensen's barriers. He doesn't want to, he really doesn't want to cry, but the salty tears drip down his face anyhow.
“Jare-” he starts.
“If you're leaving me, just say it,” Jared interrupts harshly, sounding hurt. “Please, please, don't beat around the bush, Dan,”
“Jensen,” Jensen automatically corrects. If he can never see Jared again, he wants him to know the full story. “My name... it's Jensen. That's why when I met you I accidentally said 'Je-Danny' instead of just Danny. My name is Jensen.”
“Jensen,” Jared states, sounding like he's in shock almost. “Jensen. You're name isn't Danny, it's Jensen.”
“Yes.”
“My boyfriend, whom I believed to be Danny Cauthorn is not in fact Danny Cauthorn but Jensen Something-or-other,” Jared gives a bitter laugh that shouldn't belong to him. “Anything else you'd like to tell me? Or, can Ashton go ahead and jump out now? Because, Jensen,” Jensen winces at the fire and cruelty spat in those two syllables, “this really isn't funny.”
“Please, just, let me explain-” Jensen says, barely able to speak past his tears.
“Then explain! Please tell me exactly why you let me believe all this shit! Explain why the hell you lied about you're fucking identity. Please, Jensen, grace me with your knowledge!”
Jensen takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. He should have expected this. He should have known that Jared wouldn't react well.
“My name is Jensen Ackles. I was born March 1, 1992 in Richardson Texas. I have a little sister named Mackenzie Ackles and an older brother named Josh Ackles. When I was 15 I was kidnapped by a sadistic serial killer and was the only victim to survive. I was also his last. He held and tortured me for almost a month, that's where those scars come from, and raped me multiple times. He was never caught, but also never became active again, so my family took on the identity of the Cauthorn's and my name was changed to Danny. The Witness Protection Agency recently received news that they know where he is and he knows who I am so I have to leave. That's why I'm packing.”
Jensen continues to furiously pack and ignore the tears on his cheeks. He misses Jared slowly getting off the bed and approaching him, but let's Jared hold him from being in a sort of backwards hug that Jensen doesn't have the heart the shrug off.
“Oh, Jen. Jensen. I-I didn't know. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have- I mean. I'm sorry. That was bad of me- when can I see you again?” Jared asks and apologizes quietly, resting his head on Jensen's shoulder.
Jensen stops packing for a moment and turns around in his love's arms and hugs him tightly into his chest.
“I don't know. Possibly, probably, never. I-I don't want to go,” he answers sounding muffled and childlike through the material of Jared's shirt. “I-I don't want to leave. I want to stay with you, so badly. I-I love you Jared.”
“Shh, I know, baby. I know,” Jared comforts. “But if it's for your safety, you have to. I can't live knowing that I might be responsible for getting you hurt or even killed.”
“ I can't live knowing that your right there, but I can't ever see you again!” Jensen shouts, leaning away from Jared's chest, but still holding on tightly.
“Who says we can't ever see each other again? You have my number. When you're settled and safe, I fully expect a text from some random unknown number that has where to meet you, no matter where, I don't give a shit how far away, and the word 'Ja-Danny', alright?” Jared says.
Jensen gives a half smile and nods.
“Good,” Jared says, wiping away the stray tears on Jensen's face. “How long?”
Jensen glances at a clock. “A couple minutes, maybe,” he says.
“That soon,” Jared whispers. “Well, that's plenty.” Jared pulls himself and Jensen onto the bed and cuddles his smaller boyfriend in his arms. Jensen looks up and his love in admiration. He doesn't think he handle something like this near as well and Jared. No one could.
“So,” started Jared, “Jensen, then? I like it. You look like a Jensen, not a Danny. You're too unique to be a Danny. Danny's are boring.”
“Nuh-uh,” argues Jensen. “Daniel Radcliffe is hot.”
“Yeah, well, he's British,” Jared replies, like that explains everything. Which, it kinda does, Jensen has to admit.
They cuddle for just another moment before there's an urgent pounding on the door.
“Already?” Jensen asks quietly, not to anyone in particular. Jared smiles sadly at his boyfriend and helps him get up and grabs his bag. Jensen almost protests, saying that he can grab his own luggage, but decides to give Jared this last excuse to do something for him.
Jensen takes a deep breath and opens the door.
“Hello Jenny,” a deep, scratchy voice says. It sets Jensen's heart to pounding and Jensen has to lean forward and just barely squint to make out the image of the man that has dominated his nightmares for years.
Before he can let out a blood curdling scream, a large hand covers his mouth and the too familiar feel of a knife rests at his throat.
“Do anything and I'll kill him,” the man behind him growls.
He sees Jared's puppy-dog eyes narrow into slits and become harder than he can possibly imagine his Jared's eyes ever being. His entire body appears more dangerous and for the first time, Jensen realizes just how much harm his boyfriend must be able to do with his large, muscled body. He nods slowly, narrowed eyes full of hate and Jensen doesn't know how anyone can even stand on the other side of that glare.
“Good.” Jensen feels tears fall when he realizes how hopeless his situation now is and he can only wonder where the hell the people that are supposed to be picking him up are. And, almost as if he can read his mind, Davis continues, “the Marshals won't find you. They won't be finding anyone ever again actually.”
It takes a moment for that to sink in, but once it does, Jensen is horrified.
“You killed them,” he whispers.
Davis laughs condescendingly, “Yes, Jenny boy. I killed them.”
Jensen feels himself shaking and is going to scream when a piece of duct tape is placed over his mouth, cutting him off. All that come out now are muffled sounds. Davis sheaths his knife and pulls out a gun instead and places it on the back of Jensen's head.
“If either of you try anything, I will shoot. Believe me,” he waits for Jensen and Jared to nod then leads the two to the bedroom with a gun still pointed at the back of Jensen's head.
“On the bed,” he quickly demands Jensen and pulls a kitchen chair that was in the room out and gestures for Jared to sit. He pulls out some rope from a bag he had with him and ties Jared's hands and feet to the chair before gagging him.
He then walks back towards where Jensen is laying terrified and trying to ward off intense flashbacks and binds his limbs to all corners of the bed.
“There's my pretty Jenny, my beautiful canvas. I know you don't understand, sweet Jen, but that's okay. Most heroes don't recognize what they are,” he says too sweetly to Jensen, stroking a hand down his face and looking straight into his eyes.
Jensen tries to call out from behind the gag, to beg him to stop, but Davis just gets angry and backhands him across the face.
“I'm being very patient with you, Jenny. I'm explaining what's going on and being so loving. Why can't you understand that? Why can't you just accept what you are? It hurts me to hurt you,” the man explains gently, appearing to be genuinely concerned.
Jared lets out a snort of disbelief from where he sits and Davis backhands Jensen again, this time drawing blood.
“Since neither of you seem to respond to my previous threats well enough, how about this: every time one of you messes up, the other takes your punishment. Deal?”
Jensen's eyes get huge. Isn't it bad enough Jared is even in this mess? It's all his fault, but now he is going to get hurt even more. He starts to shake his head before the man grabs his chin harshly and looks at him.
“I don't believe saying “no” is an option, Jenny Baby. Understand?” he says harshly. Jensen closes his eyes and feels even more tears run down his face. Davis shakes the hand holding his chin harshly, “Look at me when I am speaking to you! Do. You. Under. Stand?”
Jensen opens his eyes in terror and nods his head frantically, knowing from experience how volatile and bad this man's temper can be, and is.
“That's a good boy,” he says, suddenly happy again. He runs a hand down Jensen's face and murmurs, “so beautiful. Such a beautiful, beautiful canvas.”
He grabs his knife and quickly cuts through Jensen's clothes, leaving him in stark terror, mentally going back to the weeks tied to a cold medical bed.
The man breathes in and sighs in an almost orgasmic pleasure at the sight of Jensen's body.
“So, so beautiful my boy. So beautiful. Just... incomplete,” he whispers, gently tracing his hand over the place he'd signed his name. “You don't understand yet, Jenny. But you'll be my 'David'.You're my Sistine Chapel. The others were just practice, but you're my masterpiece. Maybe no one gets it yet, but few artists are famous in their time, but in the future, people will see you and see my genius.”
He begins gently tracing the lines of Jensen's body with his thin knife, looking for a place to start and Jensen's throws his head back against the bed, letting the tears fall free.
“Stay still, baby,” Davis whispers, bracing Jensen's midsection with his arm and carving lines up his body.
Jensen sobs and cries out against his bonds and hears Jared doing the same until the knife plunges particularly deeply and Jensen screams louder, though it's almost impossible to hear it anyways.
“Stop. Screaming. Jared,” the man says harshly, removing the knife, “or next time, he'll get it worse.” Jared shuts up after that.
He continues carving patterns onto Jensen's body for God knows how long, before taking a break and cleaning his weapons and laying them on Jared and Jensen's bedside table.
“I'll be right back sweetie,” Davis says and leaves the room for a bit.
Jensen can hardly bare to look at Jared, sure he'll see all the blame he deserves for getting Jared into this situation in his brown eyes. He does though, and sees sadness and love and can't look away.
“I'm back,” Jensen hears and breaks eye contact with his love and looks over towards his captor. He's carrying a glass of water and walks over to Jensen.
“Here you are, Jenny,” he says sweetly, and lifts Jensen's head enough to give him some water without choking. “No more art for now.”
Jensen would be relieved if he didn't know what's coming next.
A gentle kiss is planted on his lips and he just lets Davis. Jensen knows that nothing he can do will stop the man and if he does act out, Jared will get in trouble.
The problem is, Jared notices what's going on at the kiss. He starts struggling anew and screaming from behind the gag.
Davis' voice and eyes harden when he says, “You just lost your boyfriend lube. Keep it up and the condom will go, too.”
Jared's eyes widen at that implication and Jensen thanks God that the condom is there at all. The last thing he wants is to get an STD from this man.
He pushes in with no preparation at all, and, yeah, that hurts like a son of bitch. Jensen can practically feel himself being cut in twain when there's a hard pounding at the door.
“FBI! OPEN UP!”
Without waiting for anyone to 'open up' the door is immediately kicked in and Davis' eyes go mad with rage.
“YOU!” he yells, pointing at Jared, “YOU! YOU TOLD THEM! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!”
He jumps on Jared and causes the chair he's bound to tumble backwards and starts beating Jared mercilessly.
“No!” screams Jensen from behind his gag. “No! STOP!” Of course, it doesn't come out clearly.
Hearing the struggle, the agents run into the bedroom, guns first.
“Christopher Davis! Put your hands where we can see them and step away from the boy!”
Davis continues, oblivious the the agents, screaming and ranting wildly.
A large agent approaches him cautiously and grabs the man, quickly turning him and tackling him face-down onto the ground. He cuffs his hands quickly before pulling him to his feet and removing any weapons on his person and reading him his rights. Davis is walked out to the FBI's car all the while cursing and yelling madly.
A woman comes over to Jensen, sheathing her gun and helping Jensen out of his bonds with one of the knifes on the bedside table while another man helps Jared. Jensen hears someone call out for a medic and realizes he's in an ambulance later, but remembers nothing in between. All he can think about is Jared and how much he must hate him now....
Chapter 8: http://nympha-fluminis.livejournal.com/4949.html