In the Coils of a Snake_1
Title: In the coils of a snake
Author: Sanshal
Artist: emmatheslayer
Genre: rps
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: a/b/o world, gratuitous nudity and violence, d/s, captivity, forced feminization (wearing of skirts), whipping, humiliation, non-consensual branding/tattooing, mentions of rape/non-con etc.
Summary: Jared was an undercover cop determined to cut the head off the criminal hierarchy of his city....only question was, would he successfully manage to behead the snake or would the snake swallow him first?
Link to fic on AO3 ; LJ MasterPost
Link to art: Coming soon.
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In the Coils of a Snake
Jared ducked behind a couch as a bullet whizzed over his head yet again. At this rate, it would take nothing short of a minor miracle to get out of this alive... and if he died on a botched operation like this, all his years of hard work would be for naught. There seemed to be a lull in the firing and he took the opportunity to dash from his position behind the couch to the room on the left, praying to a God he was losing his faith in everyday that said room would have better defensible positions than his current location. A hail of bullets followed him but his jagged path ensured that they missed him. He ducked behind a conveniently placed table and took a second to collect himself.
The first thing that struck him once he’d got his heart-rate under control was the unholy stillness in the room he had just breached. While he appreciated the breather, silence during a gun-fight never meant anything good and he peered from behind the table’s legs as he took in the room. What caught his attention primarily him was the sheer number of bodies littering the floor, the second thing to catch his attention was the unpleasant discovery that he recognised the outfits on the corpses- those had been his teammates. Cursing himself and hoping his discovery just meant that the opposing gang had cleared out this room and he was alone in here, he cautiously rose into a half-crouch to peer over the table. ... And found himself staring up the muzzle of half a dozen assault rifles.
He peered up the muzzle to the arms holding it and found the entire team outfitted in black. They had the latest bullet-proof vests and were all wearing balaclavas. He furrowed his brows as he tried to factor them- they did not look anything like the men he had just gone up against in the other room.
“Step out, Sweetheart. ... Surely you can see there’s no way for you to escape?”
Jared jumped at the whiskey smooth voice, eyes scanning the room widely to locate the speaker but he couldn’t place who had spoken. The sound of the safety being clicked off had him surfacing from his musings and recognizing the truth in the words, he raised his hands- standing up from his crouch and feeling his vertebra pop as it relaxed from it’s stressed position.
“Front and centre, c’mon.”
Swallowing, he cautiously stepped forward. He froze when the men pointing their guns at him parted to make a path for him and continued stepping forward till he was before a man -also in all black- but conspicuously different from his teammates: the man had on a black trench-coat buttoned up to his neck and a balaclava. His eyes were startlingly green as visible from the gaps on the mask. His hands were in the same black gloves as his team, but his shoes were polished monk-straps instead of the assault boots of the rest. The room’s sole armchair might as well have been a throne for the way the man sat on it, confident and relaxed.
He offered his gun but was waved away, “You may as well keep it till this is over.”
Jared felt his eyes widen in shock.
“Turn around, kneel and face the door. Do not try to shoot me; you’ll be dead before you pull the trigger.”
And strangely Jared found himself obeying.
The fight continued right beyond the doors but the team was efficient enough that the doors were not breached save one instance when his (ex) team-mate accidentally stumbled in. Eric’s brown eyes widened when the man noticed him on his knees, but before he could question the situation, Jared his (ex) teammate. As the round-faced man crumpled to the ground from the brand new hole in his head, Jared found himself questioning on whose side he was on. Before long the ‘men-in-black’ were ushering in the raggedly bunch of survivors, Jared’s old ‘boss’ one among them. He tried to act cowed, not wanting to give away that he had switched teams.
“Shurley,” The man behind him- the one with the whiskey smooth voice, greeted as Jared’s ‘boss’ was shoved to his feet before him. The alpha took in his hunched form and shot him a baleful look before looking up and meeting the eyes of the man in the chair.
“Alpha Ackles,” The man acknowledged sullenly.
Jared felt all his senses snap to attention at the name: while everyone knew Jensen Ackles was the ‘Boss’ around these parts, there had never been any incriminating news about him and Jared had found himself questioning the truth about the rumours regarding the tycoon.
“Fergus?” Ackles called, turning to one of the other kneeling men at gunpoint.
“Alpha,” Adam Fergus grumbled the honorific, shuffling forward awkwardly on his knees.
“Why do the two of you do this?” Ackles sounded frustrated, more like the exasperated teacher of a rebellious class than the city’s top crime-lord. Neither gang-lord seemed to be able to meet the alpha’s eyes at the reprimand.
“The next time I have to intervene, you’ll both regret it.”
Jared bit his lip to hide his smirk as he watched the two alphas be chastised like school-children.
“Fergus, you owe me fifty-”
Jared furrowed his brows: the men had some sort of bet going?
“Alpha, please! Pickings have been slim, this season. Give me another month and I’ll have your money...”
“Shurley?”
“...”
“Do you have my money? Or do you want another month as well?”
“A month would be very helpful, Alpha...”
“Right, how about a trade? What would you say, Shurley; if I told you I’d be willing to waive this quarter’s payment in favour of one of your men,”
“Of course, Alpha! Did one of my boy’s catch your attention?”
“Maybe,” Ackles commented noncommittally before pointing a gloved finger at him.
Jared froze in surprise, uncertain whether this development was positive or not.
“Are you sure you want him, alpha?” His boss asked hesitantly.
Jared furrowed his brow- he was fairly certain that Shurley had not been remotely interested in him till date, so this reluctance to let him switch boat was something from the left field.
“Are you questioning me, Shurley?” Ackles asked stiffly. Then the man seemed to mellow as he explained his choice, “Kid looks like he has a good head on his shoulders. Good survival instincts and quite a bad fighter given what I saw of him today... Plus, he’s not hard on the eyes either...”
Jared felt himself choke in surprise: he hadn’t realized the man had been scrutinising him from behind that balaclava.
“Of course not... it’s just...”Shurley hesitated. Jared wondered if the man was trying to press his advantage and demand a better deal for handing him over (despite not having interacted with Jared personally).
“Oh for heaven’s sake spit it out!” Ackles grumbled irritatedly.
“He’s a cop.”
Jared felt himself freeze: his cover had blown? How?! When?!
He threw a panicked glance towards Ackles: caught between three mobsters was definitely not the best place for an undercover cop with his cover blown to find himself...
Jensen Ackles- who had removed his balaclava once Shurley had greeted him- raised an eyebrow, “A cop? That’s interesting...”
“I was waiting to see what he does...” Jared’s boss confessed but trailed off when he noticed the appraising look in Ackles’ eyes.
Jared fidgeted uncomfortably as he kneeled on the floor next to his former ‘boss’. He was as acutely conscious of the SIG Sauer 716s trained on him as he was of the assessing green gaze. He was resigned to being made into an ‘example’, that was the fate of cops whose cover got blown and he hoped his team would have the wherewithal to keep the worst of the descriptions of his fate from his sister when they told her of his passing.
His thoughts were broken by the clear voice of the mob-boss, “Come here, Officer...?”
“Padalecki,” Jared answered crisply- no point in pretending now that the cat was out of the bag. He straightened to his full height, determined not to cower before these low-life criminals. If this was how he died, he’d do it with his head held high. “Jared Padalecki.”
“Nice to meet you, Officer Padaleski,” Ackles greeted, still deceptively calm.
“Lecki. ... It’s Padalecki. No s.” Jared corrected reflexively then bit his lip. What exactly was going on here?
“Right, Padalecki. Did I get it right this time?”
Jared nodded curtly, “Yes.”
“Awesome!” Green eyes glittered with mirth. “I’ve never had a cop on my crew before.”
Jared felt his eyes narrow, surely he couldn’t mean...?
As if reading his mind, the mobster grinned and Jared had to grind his teeth to keep from smiling back in response. “Yes, I still intend to have you on my team-”
“I’m not on sale,” Jared growled, hackles rising at the thought anyone could consider him less that honourable.
“Of course not,” The man reassured; smiling enigmatically. “I didn’t mean to insinuate that your loyalties were purchasable. ... but I like your spunk. And I do want you on my team. Unfortunately for you, before you can be welcomed in, I need to see if you’re wired... and I’m afraid it’s not gonna be a pleasant experience for you... But after... you can come to my place, okay? In fact, I’m going to have to insist that you do.”
The mobster hadn’t been lying when he’d said it was going to be ‘unpleasant’- his humiliation at being publicly stripped and having his asshole probed publicly was a thing of the past by the time the goon at his back folded his thumb and forced it into Jared’s already over-taxed sphincter. He clenched his eyes as he felt the man curl his hand into a fist and bit his lip bloody to keep from screaming in agony. He was completely frozen, his knuckles white with strain as he tried to breathe through it. Callused fingers wound through his hair, scratching at his scalp in a surprisingly gentle move that was so out-of-place under the circumstances that it immediately snapped his attention from the complaints of his body to the man with his hand in his hair. His hair was lightly tugged at again and he raised his head obediently, following the direction of those gentle tugs till he was peering up into the greenest eyes he had ever come across.
A finger touched the centre of his forehead and anticipating a gun, it took a moment for him to recognize that that hadn’t been the case. The hand inside him suddenly did something again that had him tearing up and he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from screaming in response.
“How bad does it hurt?” Ackles asked with faux pity.
Jared glared as best as could from his bent over position.
“How ‘bout I distract you from the pain?”
Jared felt his glare dissolve into an incredulous stare- was this man even real?
“I am serious about wanting you on my crew,” Ackles told him, apparently taking his silence as accent. “I have a proposition for you.”
The whispered words were breathed close enough to his face that Jared let out an unwitting gasp. He wanted to respond, but he was terrified that if he spoke now he would start screaming and lose that final shred of dignity his stoic silence was affording him.
“Just blink if you can understand me ... I don’t think you’re in any position to actually respond at the moment.”
Jared blinked.
“Good boy.” His scalp was rubbed at gently again. It suddenly dawned on him that while the man was actually showing him kindness; it was looking like he was yanking on his hair to the others. The realisation sharpened his focus and the skin around those mesmerising green eyes crinkled like they had noticed his renewed attention.
“Your... stoicism is commendable. As is your dedication to your mission... and I’d hate to see such... potential... destroyed.”
Jared’s brows furrowed even more than they had been from the pain.
“So... Are you interested in hearing me out?”
He blinked.
“Hmmm... good self-preservation instincts, I like that... And your skills with a gun are commendable. It’d be a pity if such proficiency were to go to waste...”
Jared opened his mouth to scoff at the pretentious language when the man behind him took that instant to withdraw his fist, earning a grunt from him. His knees threatened to give away but the hand in his hair tightened its grip till he was being held up by it. The tearing pain at the roots of his hair had his eyes stinging and he tried to lock his knees so that he could save more of his hair from being torn out. The grip relaxed a fraction making Jared release an involuntary breath but the man behind him was grabbing at his wrists with a grip his shoulders like steel clamps and wrenching them off the chair’s arm-rests, yanking it painfully behind his back to hold him in position.
“Fuck. You,” He snarled.
Instead of the expected anger, green eyes crinkled in amusement, “Seriously? I had hoped for a better comeback from you, Officer Padalecki.”
“Free my hands and I’ll show you a better comeback,” Jared snarled, grunting when the grip on his wrists tightened further.
“Hmmm... I think I have a better counter offer for you,” Ackles replied, still apparently unflappable- either the man was truly a heartless monster who felt nothing or he was better at his masks than Jared had thought. Given how the WBPD had nothing on the man, he suspected it was the latter.
“So what would you give for a chance to infiltrate my team?”
“Why? You want to see what life behind bars looks like that desperately, Ackles?” He growled. Hopefully the man would not realise how interested Jared was in the offer- he would literally do anything for such a chance.
“Let’s just say it’s an experiment for now.”
“What do I have to get in return?” He managed to croak out.
“Your life, for one... but okay, I’ll sweeten the pot for you- if... And it’s a big ‘IF’ mind you, if you can find anything on me that’ll stand in court you are free to report back to your boss,”
Jared chuckled at the absurdity of it, he couldn’t help it. “You’re nuts!”
“Maybe,” The mobster grinned enigmatically, “Guess you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”
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Part-2
Author: Sanshal
Artist: emmatheslayer
Genre: rps
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: a/b/o world, gratuitous nudity and violence, d/s, captivity, forced feminization (wearing of skirts), whipping, humiliation, non-consensual branding/tattooing, mentions of rape/non-con etc.
Summary: Jared was an undercover cop determined to cut the head off the criminal hierarchy of his city....only question was, would he successfully manage to behead the snake or would the snake swallow him first?
Link to fic on AO3 ; LJ MasterPost
Link to art: Coming soon.
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In the Coils of a Snake
Jared ducked behind a couch as a bullet whizzed over his head yet again. At this rate, it would take nothing short of a minor miracle to get out of this alive... and if he died on a botched operation like this, all his years of hard work would be for naught. There seemed to be a lull in the firing and he took the opportunity to dash from his position behind the couch to the room on the left, praying to a God he was losing his faith in everyday that said room would have better defensible positions than his current location. A hail of bullets followed him but his jagged path ensured that they missed him. He ducked behind a conveniently placed table and took a second to collect himself.
The first thing that struck him once he’d got his heart-rate under control was the unholy stillness in the room he had just breached. While he appreciated the breather, silence during a gun-fight never meant anything good and he peered from behind the table’s legs as he took in the room. What caught his attention primarily him was the sheer number of bodies littering the floor, the second thing to catch his attention was the unpleasant discovery that he recognised the outfits on the corpses- those had been his teammates. Cursing himself and hoping his discovery just meant that the opposing gang had cleared out this room and he was alone in here, he cautiously rose into a half-crouch to peer over the table. ... And found himself staring up the muzzle of half a dozen assault rifles.
He peered up the muzzle to the arms holding it and found the entire team outfitted in black. They had the latest bullet-proof vests and were all wearing balaclavas. He furrowed his brows as he tried to factor them- they did not look anything like the men he had just gone up against in the other room.
“Step out, Sweetheart. ... Surely you can see there’s no way for you to escape?”
Jared jumped at the whiskey smooth voice, eyes scanning the room widely to locate the speaker but he couldn’t place who had spoken. The sound of the safety being clicked off had him surfacing from his musings and recognizing the truth in the words, he raised his hands- standing up from his crouch and feeling his vertebra pop as it relaxed from it’s stressed position.
“Front and centre, c’mon.”
Swallowing, he cautiously stepped forward. He froze when the men pointing their guns at him parted to make a path for him and continued stepping forward till he was before a man -also in all black- but conspicuously different from his teammates: the man had on a black trench-coat buttoned up to his neck and a balaclava. His eyes were startlingly green as visible from the gaps on the mask. His hands were in the same black gloves as his team, but his shoes were polished monk-straps instead of the assault boots of the rest. The room’s sole armchair might as well have been a throne for the way the man sat on it, confident and relaxed.
He offered his gun but was waved away, “You may as well keep it till this is over.”
Jared felt his eyes widen in shock.
“Turn around, kneel and face the door. Do not try to shoot me; you’ll be dead before you pull the trigger.”
And strangely Jared found himself obeying.
The fight continued right beyond the doors but the team was efficient enough that the doors were not breached save one instance when his (ex) team-mate accidentally stumbled in. Eric’s brown eyes widened when the man noticed him on his knees, but before he could question the situation, Jared his (ex) teammate. As the round-faced man crumpled to the ground from the brand new hole in his head, Jared found himself questioning on whose side he was on. Before long the ‘men-in-black’ were ushering in the raggedly bunch of survivors, Jared’s old ‘boss’ one among them. He tried to act cowed, not wanting to give away that he had switched teams.
“Shurley,” The man behind him- the one with the whiskey smooth voice, greeted as Jared’s ‘boss’ was shoved to his feet before him. The alpha took in his hunched form and shot him a baleful look before looking up and meeting the eyes of the man in the chair.
“Alpha Ackles,” The man acknowledged sullenly.
Jared felt all his senses snap to attention at the name: while everyone knew Jensen Ackles was the ‘Boss’ around these parts, there had never been any incriminating news about him and Jared had found himself questioning the truth about the rumours regarding the tycoon.
“Fergus?” Ackles called, turning to one of the other kneeling men at gunpoint.
“Alpha,” Adam Fergus grumbled the honorific, shuffling forward awkwardly on his knees.
“Why do the two of you do this?” Ackles sounded frustrated, more like the exasperated teacher of a rebellious class than the city’s top crime-lord. Neither gang-lord seemed to be able to meet the alpha’s eyes at the reprimand.
“The next time I have to intervene, you’ll both regret it.”
Jared bit his lip to hide his smirk as he watched the two alphas be chastised like school-children.
“Fergus, you owe me fifty-”
Jared furrowed his brows: the men had some sort of bet going?
“Alpha, please! Pickings have been slim, this season. Give me another month and I’ll have your money...”
“Shurley?”
“...”
“Do you have my money? Or do you want another month as well?”
“A month would be very helpful, Alpha...”
“Right, how about a trade? What would you say, Shurley; if I told you I’d be willing to waive this quarter’s payment in favour of one of your men,”
“Of course, Alpha! Did one of my boy’s catch your attention?”
“Maybe,” Ackles commented noncommittally before pointing a gloved finger at him.
Jared froze in surprise, uncertain whether this development was positive or not.
“Are you sure you want him, alpha?” His boss asked hesitantly.
Jared furrowed his brow- he was fairly certain that Shurley had not been remotely interested in him till date, so this reluctance to let him switch boat was something from the left field.
“Are you questioning me, Shurley?” Ackles asked stiffly. Then the man seemed to mellow as he explained his choice, “Kid looks like he has a good head on his shoulders. Good survival instincts and quite a bad fighter given what I saw of him today... Plus, he’s not hard on the eyes either...”
Jared felt himself choke in surprise: he hadn’t realized the man had been scrutinising him from behind that balaclava.
“Of course not... it’s just...”Shurley hesitated. Jared wondered if the man was trying to press his advantage and demand a better deal for handing him over (despite not having interacted with Jared personally).
“Oh for heaven’s sake spit it out!” Ackles grumbled irritatedly.
“He’s a cop.”
Jared felt himself freeze: his cover had blown? How?! When?!
He threw a panicked glance towards Ackles: caught between three mobsters was definitely not the best place for an undercover cop with his cover blown to find himself...
Jensen Ackles- who had removed his balaclava once Shurley had greeted him- raised an eyebrow, “A cop? That’s interesting...”
“I was waiting to see what he does...” Jared’s boss confessed but trailed off when he noticed the appraising look in Ackles’ eyes.
Jared fidgeted uncomfortably as he kneeled on the floor next to his former ‘boss’. He was as acutely conscious of the SIG Sauer 716s trained on him as he was of the assessing green gaze. He was resigned to being made into an ‘example’, that was the fate of cops whose cover got blown and he hoped his team would have the wherewithal to keep the worst of the descriptions of his fate from his sister when they told her of his passing.
His thoughts were broken by the clear voice of the mob-boss, “Come here, Officer...?”
“Padalecki,” Jared answered crisply- no point in pretending now that the cat was out of the bag. He straightened to his full height, determined not to cower before these low-life criminals. If this was how he died, he’d do it with his head held high. “Jared Padalecki.”
“Nice to meet you, Officer Padaleski,” Ackles greeted, still deceptively calm.
“Lecki. ... It’s Padalecki. No s.” Jared corrected reflexively then bit his lip. What exactly was going on here?
“Right, Padalecki. Did I get it right this time?”
Jared nodded curtly, “Yes.”
“Awesome!” Green eyes glittered with mirth. “I’ve never had a cop on my crew before.”
Jared felt his eyes narrow, surely he couldn’t mean...?
As if reading his mind, the mobster grinned and Jared had to grind his teeth to keep from smiling back in response. “Yes, I still intend to have you on my team-”
“I’m not on sale,” Jared growled, hackles rising at the thought anyone could consider him less that honourable.
“Of course not,” The man reassured; smiling enigmatically. “I didn’t mean to insinuate that your loyalties were purchasable. ... but I like your spunk. And I do want you on my team. Unfortunately for you, before you can be welcomed in, I need to see if you’re wired... and I’m afraid it’s not gonna be a pleasant experience for you... But after... you can come to my place, okay? In fact, I’m going to have to insist that you do.”
The mobster hadn’t been lying when he’d said it was going to be ‘unpleasant’- his humiliation at being publicly stripped and having his asshole probed publicly was a thing of the past by the time the goon at his back folded his thumb and forced it into Jared’s already over-taxed sphincter. He clenched his eyes as he felt the man curl his hand into a fist and bit his lip bloody to keep from screaming in agony. He was completely frozen, his knuckles white with strain as he tried to breathe through it. Callused fingers wound through his hair, scratching at his scalp in a surprisingly gentle move that was so out-of-place under the circumstances that it immediately snapped his attention from the complaints of his body to the man with his hand in his hair. His hair was lightly tugged at again and he raised his head obediently, following the direction of those gentle tugs till he was peering up into the greenest eyes he had ever come across.
A finger touched the centre of his forehead and anticipating a gun, it took a moment for him to recognize that that hadn’t been the case. The hand inside him suddenly did something again that had him tearing up and he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from screaming in response.
“How bad does it hurt?” Ackles asked with faux pity.
Jared glared as best as could from his bent over position.
“How ‘bout I distract you from the pain?”
Jared felt his glare dissolve into an incredulous stare- was this man even real?
“I am serious about wanting you on my crew,” Ackles told him, apparently taking his silence as accent. “I have a proposition for you.”
The whispered words were breathed close enough to his face that Jared let out an unwitting gasp. He wanted to respond, but he was terrified that if he spoke now he would start screaming and lose that final shred of dignity his stoic silence was affording him.
“Just blink if you can understand me ... I don’t think you’re in any position to actually respond at the moment.”
Jared blinked.
“Good boy.” His scalp was rubbed at gently again. It suddenly dawned on him that while the man was actually showing him kindness; it was looking like he was yanking on his hair to the others. The realisation sharpened his focus and the skin around those mesmerising green eyes crinkled like they had noticed his renewed attention.
“Your... stoicism is commendable. As is your dedication to your mission... and I’d hate to see such... potential... destroyed.”
Jared’s brows furrowed even more than they had been from the pain.
“So... Are you interested in hearing me out?”
He blinked.
“Hmmm... good self-preservation instincts, I like that... And your skills with a gun are commendable. It’d be a pity if such proficiency were to go to waste...”
Jared opened his mouth to scoff at the pretentious language when the man behind him took that instant to withdraw his fist, earning a grunt from him. His knees threatened to give away but the hand in his hair tightened its grip till he was being held up by it. The tearing pain at the roots of his hair had his eyes stinging and he tried to lock his knees so that he could save more of his hair from being torn out. The grip relaxed a fraction making Jared release an involuntary breath but the man behind him was grabbing at his wrists with a grip his shoulders like steel clamps and wrenching them off the chair’s arm-rests, yanking it painfully behind his back to hold him in position.
“Fuck. You,” He snarled.
Instead of the expected anger, green eyes crinkled in amusement, “Seriously? I had hoped for a better comeback from you, Officer Padalecki.”
“Free my hands and I’ll show you a better comeback,” Jared snarled, grunting when the grip on his wrists tightened further.
“Hmmm... I think I have a better counter offer for you,” Ackles replied, still apparently unflappable- either the man was truly a heartless monster who felt nothing or he was better at his masks than Jared had thought. Given how the WBPD had nothing on the man, he suspected it was the latter.
“So what would you give for a chance to infiltrate my team?”
“Why? You want to see what life behind bars looks like that desperately, Ackles?” He growled. Hopefully the man would not realise how interested Jared was in the offer- he would literally do anything for such a chance.
“Let’s just say it’s an experiment for now.”
“What do I have to get in return?” He managed to croak out.
“Your life, for one... but okay, I’ll sweeten the pot for you- if... And it’s a big ‘IF’ mind you, if you can find anything on me that’ll stand in court you are free to report back to your boss,”
Jared chuckled at the absurdity of it, he couldn’t help it. “You’re nuts!”
“Maybe,” The mobster grinned enigmatically, “Guess you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”
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Part-2