In the coils of a snake_4
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Jensen Ackles’ fingers traced the lightly visibly outline of his ribs as he breathed and nudged his feet wider, settling him more firmly on his lap as he nosed in the sensitive hollow behind his ears, but these were all things that Jared catalogued absently; his focus on the computer screen which had a crystal-clear, high definition image of the inside of what Jared and his colleagues jokingly called the ‘underwear room’ because it was where they were given their briefs about their assignments and mission. The time stamp at the bottom had a date (which Jared wasn’t sure about after his isolation), but the time matched the wall-clock on the wall facing him. He recognized the faces staring back at him from the screen, and the silver-peppered dark head of the man with his back to the camera. Tuning out everything else, he focused on the words and realized that they were planning a raid in the shipping districts to the north of the city later tonight.
Despite his wandering fingers, no one spoke till the assembled servicemen cleared the room under surveillance and it was only when the last person left and the room was plunged in darkness that Ackles pressed his lips suggestively to Jared’s nape and cleared his throat, “You know those people?”
Jared heard the muted click of his throat as he swallowed, “Ye-yes.”
“They’re planning a raid on Cortez.”
Jared shifted around till he could see the alpha.
“I’m sending my men there tonight: Cortez himself is not leaving that dock unless it’s in a body-bag.”
“Why’re you telling me all this?” Jared asked.
“So impatient...” Jensen teased, leaning forward to nip at his lips teasingly before he answered, “I’m not particularly interested in killing your friends, Jared ... but if they get in my way...” He trailed off with a shrug.
“Your problem is with Cortez,” Jared countered, thinking quickly, “Why not just let the cops handle him for you?”
The Alpha’s lips quirked into a tiny,pleased smile at his question, “Because the cops don’t have enough on him to really put ‘im away... He hurt children,” -green eyes went cold and dark as he finished- “And I don’t let no one get away with something like that on my turf.”
Jared hated that a part of him liked the righteous anger Ackles appeared to be capable of. “What...” He licked his lips, “What do you want me to do?”
“Who said I want you to do something?”
“Well, you got me here for a reason...”
“Maybe I just wanted to let you know which of your friends you were going to lose tonight?”
“No!” The protest escaped him unbidden and Jared flushed, knowing he had given himself away, “Please...”
“You want to save them?”
“Yes. Yes, please!”
“And what’d you do, if I let you?”
“I’ll be grateful! I’ll be so -so- grateful...”
Green eyes seemed to consider for a moment before nodding, “You still have your contacts, Piggy?”
Jared grudgingly acknowledged that yes, he did.
“Good. I want you to call ‘em. ... Tell them that you’re with me now and that you just overheard me planning a strike on the docks tonight. And that I told my men that I didn’t want to hurt cops but to think of them as collateral if they interfered.”
He nodded.
“Say anything else and your friends will all be dead.”
Jared swallowed nervously at the threat, perfectly aware that Jensen had the means to actually carry it out.
Green eyes stared at him for an interminable minute and then the man held out a hand. Jared watched as someone wordlessly pressed an android phone into his waiting palm.
“Leave,” Jensen’s voice was calm, eyes still boring into Jared’s.
Jared was barely aware of the room emptying out, mind occupied with framing his ‘report’ properly. He grabbed the phone eagerly, fingers flying over the keys as he dialed the number he had memorized back when he had first taken up this assignment. He rattled off his code when prompted and couldn’t help his sigh of relief when it was Chad that answered. He and Chad had partnered a few times and despite the blonde’s inappropriate jokes, Jared had found that their ‘team’ worked.
“Jaybird!” The cheerful voice was tinny over the speakers and Jared glanced at Jensen to find the alpha’s mouth thin with displeasure.
“Don’t know how long I’ve got, so listen up Murrey-” Jared interrupted.
“You bastard, we all thought you were dead in that Martinez bloodbath!” His friend responded, ignoring the urgency in Jared’s voice.
Jensen’s lips twitched a little and Jared flushed as the alpha’s fingers returned to his skin, this time moving leisurely up his bare thigh. He focussed back on the conversation, “I’m with Ackles.”
“Shit, that’s crazy! You want us to bail you outta there?”
Jensen’s hands tightened on his leg.
Jared placed his hand over the other man’s in silent reassurance, “No-no... I’m okay-”
“Your cover’s intact? He doesn’t suspect anything, does he? ‘Cause lemme tell you man, Ackles is one sadistic asshole!”
Jared glanced at the man and watched him shake his head minutely.
“No, I’m good. But I can’t check in as usual, okay? Man’s a paranoid bastard... I’ll call when I can.”
“Sure, okay. How’d you jump teams anyway? No one’s been able to get close to Ackles, man’s more slippery that a stick of butter on a hot day!”
Jared snorted, couldn’t help his reaction- he had missed Chad’s unique descriptive talents... Jensen’s hands began inching upwards again and Jared refocused on the conversation in a hurry. “Look dude, I know all that, alright? But I didn’t ring you to make a social call-”
“Fine,” Chad returned snootily before turning serious again. Few people thought the blond cop capable of the emotion, but Jared had been with the man long enough to know better. “Just be careful, ‘kay?”
“Yeah-yeah I will. Thanks, Chad. Look, I dunno how long I have, I wanted to tell you that I overheard something-”
“Yeah?”
“Something’s ‘bout to go down at the docks tonigh-”
“Yeah, we know. We’ll be there,”
“No! No you can’t, okay? I just heard one of his men ask about what to do with the cops... He told ‘em to clear the collateral.”
“We’ll be armed and prepared, Jaybird.”
“Not like ‘em. C’mon Chad... ask them to pull off, ‘kay? Trust me on this... besides its between Ackles’ and some other group. Let them fight and kill each other off, I say. Good riddance. Why should we care? Let’s not waste good men on such a pointless mission. Please.”
“It’s not pointless, Jaybird. ... but yeah, I get where you’re coming from, I’ll talk to Morgan,” His friend conceded.
Jared heaved a sigh of relief, “kay, thanks.”
Jensen’s hand tightened on his leg and Jared closed his eyes, “Hey, I uh, I gotta go. Can hear someone approachin’,”
He disconnected the call before Chad could respond, handing it back to Jensen.
They stared at each other silently for a few seconds, before Jared lowered his gaze, “Thank you...Really,”
“Tonight,” The alpha cracked a smile, “tonight you’ll show me how grateful you are...?”
Jared swallowed, having no trouble reading between the lines. “Yes,” He conceded.
“I look forward to tonight, then.”
Part-5
Part-2
Part-3
Part-4
Jensen Ackles’ fingers traced the lightly visibly outline of his ribs as he breathed and nudged his feet wider, settling him more firmly on his lap as he nosed in the sensitive hollow behind his ears, but these were all things that Jared catalogued absently; his focus on the computer screen which had a crystal-clear, high definition image of the inside of what Jared and his colleagues jokingly called the ‘underwear room’ because it was where they were given their briefs about their assignments and mission. The time stamp at the bottom had a date (which Jared wasn’t sure about after his isolation), but the time matched the wall-clock on the wall facing him. He recognized the faces staring back at him from the screen, and the silver-peppered dark head of the man with his back to the camera. Tuning out everything else, he focused on the words and realized that they were planning a raid in the shipping districts to the north of the city later tonight.
Despite his wandering fingers, no one spoke till the assembled servicemen cleared the room under surveillance and it was only when the last person left and the room was plunged in darkness that Ackles pressed his lips suggestively to Jared’s nape and cleared his throat, “You know those people?”
Jared heard the muted click of his throat as he swallowed, “Ye-yes.”
“They’re planning a raid on Cortez.”
Jared shifted around till he could see the alpha.
“I’m sending my men there tonight: Cortez himself is not leaving that dock unless it’s in a body-bag.”
“Why’re you telling me all this?” Jared asked.
“So impatient...” Jensen teased, leaning forward to nip at his lips teasingly before he answered, “I’m not particularly interested in killing your friends, Jared ... but if they get in my way...” He trailed off with a shrug.
“Your problem is with Cortez,” Jared countered, thinking quickly, “Why not just let the cops handle him for you?”
The Alpha’s lips quirked into a tiny,pleased smile at his question, “Because the cops don’t have enough on him to really put ‘im away... He hurt children,” -green eyes went cold and dark as he finished- “And I don’t let no one get away with something like that on my turf.”
Jared hated that a part of him liked the righteous anger Ackles appeared to be capable of. “What...” He licked his lips, “What do you want me to do?”
“Who said I want you to do something?”
“Well, you got me here for a reason...”
“Maybe I just wanted to let you know which of your friends you were going to lose tonight?”
“No!” The protest escaped him unbidden and Jared flushed, knowing he had given himself away, “Please...”
“You want to save them?”
“Yes. Yes, please!”
“And what’d you do, if I let you?”
“I’ll be grateful! I’ll be so -so- grateful...”
Green eyes seemed to consider for a moment before nodding, “You still have your contacts, Piggy?”
Jared grudgingly acknowledged that yes, he did.
“Good. I want you to call ‘em. ... Tell them that you’re with me now and that you just overheard me planning a strike on the docks tonight. And that I told my men that I didn’t want to hurt cops but to think of them as collateral if they interfered.”
He nodded.
“Say anything else and your friends will all be dead.”
Jared swallowed nervously at the threat, perfectly aware that Jensen had the means to actually carry it out.
Green eyes stared at him for an interminable minute and then the man held out a hand. Jared watched as someone wordlessly pressed an android phone into his waiting palm.
“Leave,” Jensen’s voice was calm, eyes still boring into Jared’s.
Jared was barely aware of the room emptying out, mind occupied with framing his ‘report’ properly. He grabbed the phone eagerly, fingers flying over the keys as he dialed the number he had memorized back when he had first taken up this assignment. He rattled off his code when prompted and couldn’t help his sigh of relief when it was Chad that answered. He and Chad had partnered a few times and despite the blonde’s inappropriate jokes, Jared had found that their ‘team’ worked.
“Jaybird!” The cheerful voice was tinny over the speakers and Jared glanced at Jensen to find the alpha’s mouth thin with displeasure.
“Don’t know how long I’ve got, so listen up Murrey-” Jared interrupted.
“You bastard, we all thought you were dead in that Martinez bloodbath!” His friend responded, ignoring the urgency in Jared’s voice.
Jensen’s lips twitched a little and Jared flushed as the alpha’s fingers returned to his skin, this time moving leisurely up his bare thigh. He focussed back on the conversation, “I’m with Ackles.”
“Shit, that’s crazy! You want us to bail you outta there?”
Jensen’s hands tightened on his leg.
Jared placed his hand over the other man’s in silent reassurance, “No-no... I’m okay-”
“Your cover’s intact? He doesn’t suspect anything, does he? ‘Cause lemme tell you man, Ackles is one sadistic asshole!”
Jared glanced at the man and watched him shake his head minutely.
“No, I’m good. But I can’t check in as usual, okay? Man’s a paranoid bastard... I’ll call when I can.”
“Sure, okay. How’d you jump teams anyway? No one’s been able to get close to Ackles, man’s more slippery that a stick of butter on a hot day!”
Jared snorted, couldn’t help his reaction- he had missed Chad’s unique descriptive talents... Jensen’s hands began inching upwards again and Jared refocused on the conversation in a hurry. “Look dude, I know all that, alright? But I didn’t ring you to make a social call-”
“Fine,” Chad returned snootily before turning serious again. Few people thought the blond cop capable of the emotion, but Jared had been with the man long enough to know better. “Just be careful, ‘kay?”
“Yeah-yeah I will. Thanks, Chad. Look, I dunno how long I have, I wanted to tell you that I overheard something-”
“Yeah?”
“Something’s ‘bout to go down at the docks tonigh-”
“Yeah, we know. We’ll be there,”
“No! No you can’t, okay? I just heard one of his men ask about what to do with the cops... He told ‘em to clear the collateral.”
“We’ll be armed and prepared, Jaybird.”
“Not like ‘em. C’mon Chad... ask them to pull off, ‘kay? Trust me on this... besides its between Ackles’ and some other group. Let them fight and kill each other off, I say. Good riddance. Why should we care? Let’s not waste good men on such a pointless mission. Please.”
“It’s not pointless, Jaybird. ... but yeah, I get where you’re coming from, I’ll talk to Morgan,” His friend conceded.
Jared heaved a sigh of relief, “kay, thanks.”
Jensen’s hand tightened on his leg and Jared closed his eyes, “Hey, I uh, I gotta go. Can hear someone approachin’,”
He disconnected the call before Chad could respond, handing it back to Jensen.
They stared at each other silently for a few seconds, before Jared lowered his gaze, “Thank you...Really,”
“Tonight,” The alpha cracked a smile, “tonight you’ll show me how grateful you are...?”
Jared swallowed, having no trouble reading between the lines. “Yes,” He conceded.
“I look forward to tonight, then.”
Part-5