In the coils of a snake_8
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It was a fortnight later that Jared finally got his opportunity: he was perched on Jensen’s lap with the alpha’s hand under his skirt and fingers slowly tracing the stylized snake on his butt-cheek when Olson stormed in, saying something about intercepting Pellegrino. Jensen retrieved his hand and pushed Jared off, dismissing him as he focussed on the discussion.
Jared sneaked a call to Chad before going to Etta for some of her coconut macaroons.
Jensen lost two of his men that night and took his belt to Jared’s skin.
Jared only laughed as the flimsy skirt tore under the assault, satisfaction at having done even this tiny bit of damage to Jensen thrumming though him even as Jensen raised welts across his skin. It was only when Jensen dragged him-limping- to the study; where the families of the two men were waiting, that his laughter left him.
Jared felt ice bloom in his veins as Jensen strung him up from the same hook that he had hung from on his first day with the alpha and offered the belt to the widows of the deceased. If he had thought Jensen was bad, then the widows were a hundred times worse as they vented their grief and ire on his skin. He hoped for a reprieve when the blows began to slow some two hours in; but then the teenaged alpha - apparently the son of one of the deceased- asked for the belt and Jared was sure he was going to die that night.
Some dormant self-protective instinct flared to life within him as he pleaded with Jensen, blubbering out promises to never do something like this again and apologising for making the call to Chad in the first place; but the alpha was unflappable, watching silently as the teenager shredded Jared’s back with the belt. Jared could feel something warm trickle over his burning skin and knew that the boy had drawn blood. His stoicism a thing of the past, Jared screamed at every lash, struggling to twist away from the merciless blows. Darkness began to cloud the edges of his vision and he fought to stay conscious, terrified of the horrors that might be visited upon his body if he lost consciousness; but eventually the pain became too great for him to endure and he slipped into the welcoming darkness.
Jared awoke in Jensen’s bed; his entire back throbbing with his heartbeat like it had a life of his own. He peered blearily around and found the room empty and surrendered to darkness again. The second time he woke, there was someone behind him smoothing a cool substance over the bleeding welts on his back. He tried to twist and find out who it was behind him but the slightest motion had his injuries flaring so badly that he gave up with a low moan. He stared at the wall he was facing through wet lashes and became aware through his peripheral vision of a bowl set by his side. The cooling substance was taken away and Jared gasped at how fast the heat returned to his fiery injuries, watching blearily as the cloth was dipped in the bowl, turning the water a dull pink. The process repeated a few more times and then a pill was held up to his mouth. He opened up without protest and accepted the pill and later the straw from a glass of water. Soon though, the tumbler was taken away and the bowl with the bloody water removed as well. He wondered if he had been left alone but then the bed dipped behind him again and there was the snick of a cap opening. Something touched his back again and instead of relief, this time, it burned the open cuts littering his skin, making him realize that it was an alcohol swab. There was the sound of a cap again and then the bottle of peroxide caught his attention as it was placed beside him. He barely had time to brace for the pain before the swab touched his back, lighting a line of fire that had him whimpering quietly. He wondered if he needed stitches on some of the cuts but fortunately, there was no needle pulling through his muscles to hold the flesh together.
The hand touched the waistband of his trousers, ostensibly to reach the welted skin hidden beneath his sweats but Jared found himself panicking anyway as he tried to roll away. “NO! Please, No...”
The individual didn’t respond, but a minute later there was the snick of a cap closing.
“Thanks,” He muttered with some effort, sleep weighing his eyelids as the pill began to take effect and while once again there was no response, a hand squeezed his shoulder reassuringly before the person left the room.
He was woken twice more that night as someone spread healing gel over his ruined back.
It took two days for him to attempt to stand (-and wasn’t that another exercise in humiliation to be so reliant on others...) but sitting was still a nearly unimaginable dream. He barely saw Jensen while he recouped even though the alpha spent every night in bed next to him... and the one time Jensen offered to apply the ointment, Jared flinched so hard that it was only Jensen’s swift reflexes that kept him from toppling off the bed.
The episode broke something inside Jared: the tiny kernel of hope that had begun building in him that Jensen might not be as bad as he’d thought crumbling to dust as remembered that the first lash that fateful night had come from Jensen’s own hand.
Jared stared down at himself as he stood under the warm spray of the shower, amazed at his body’s resilience...amazed that despite everything, his body was still capable of feeling pleasure. It had been so long since he had cleaned the pipes, he thought to himself; his hand automatically reaching for the turgid flesh between his legs.
His breath escaped in a soft gasp as a hand encircled his wrist- never having heard someone join him in the bathroom, stopping him from touching himself. Breath coming in fearful little pants, his eyes raked up the hand holding his captive till he met the narrowed viridian gaze. “Je-Jensen!”
Something in the alpha’s expression shifted, making him seem softer- more approachable- somehow. The man cocked his head to the side, peering up at his terrified gaze thoughtfully. “You’re scared of me...?”
Jared just stared back like a rabbit caught in a wolf’s gaze, heart pounding as the alpha continued holding his hand captive.
A careful finger traced a contemplative line down the sharp jut of his cheek-bones and to his parted lips. “I think I liked you better when you were being contrary...”
Jared just blinked, shaking his head minutely to escape the water still pouring over him. With a tug, Jensen had him pressed against his front, the alpha apparently not bothered by the moisture seeping into his crisp white shirt from Jared’s wet body and making it transparent. He trembled where he was held against Ackles’ body but didn’t protest as he was walked out into the room, his flesh goose-pimpling as the air-conditioned air hit his wet skin. Not missing the minute shakes overtaking his gangly frame, the alpha ducked back into the bathroom to fetch the striped blue towel Jared had taken with him but had not had the opportunity to use. Instead of handing it to him though, the man held it lengthwise and slipped it over the cop’s neck and vigorously rubbed his back-strangely careful of the healing welts despite his briskness; the gangster used the short length of the towel as an excuse to step close enough that they were virtually breathing into each other’s mouth. Jared didn’t protest the treatment, just held still and let the alpha have his way.
“So gorgeous...” Jensen whispered as he sneaked in a kiss. Jared opened obligingly but didn’t reciprocate. The mobster pulled back and regarded him pensively, “Is this how it’s going to be from now on, Jared? Because frankly, I absolutely despise those life-sized blow-up sex-dolls... and right now, Darlin’? You’re acting just like one.”
“Wha- what do you want me to say?” Jared asked, his voice gone raspy from days of silence.
“Oh, he speaks!” Jensen teased, nipping lightly at the captive cop’s lips again, before answering: “You’re free to say whatever you want, Darlin’,”
“And risk having you hand me back to your men as a chew-toy? No, thanks” Jared shot back.
Jensen felt his lips curl up in a smile at this fresh evidence of Jared’s fire- banked for the moment, but definitely far from extinguished.
“You’re angry that I let those betas whip you...” Jensen breathed in sudden understanding, “What I don’t understand is ...why? I mean, your initiation was far more difficult and you weren’t bothered by that...”
“My... initiation, as you call it,” Jared growled, “was handled by alphas... not- not two betas and a child!”
“Huh,” Jensen breathed, “So you think that you somehow lost your honour?!”
“...”
“Oh, Darlin’, trust me... no one thinks any less of you... Besides, my men are well aware that I believe in making the punishment fit the crime, Jared,” Jensen explained, “And the way you handled yours has only earned you admiration...”
“Yeah, right.” Jared scoffed.
“It’s true,” Jensen argued back, his hands becoming more forceful where they were towelling off the cop and lingering longer than necessary between the man’s legs.
“Jense...” The bitten off call escaped plush lips, “Unfair...”
“You weren’t really expecting me to play fair, were you?” The man laughed, pushing the other alpha prone upon the mattress and grabbing the healing salve.
Jared huffed, but stretched out obligingly; his shame at being naked before the other alpha a thing of the past.
“I’m not going to touch you sexually till you ask for it,” Jensen continued, “but that doesn’t mean you can touch yourself, okay? You are mine!”
Jared wanted to toss the one-fingered salute over his shoulder at the words, but Jensen’s hands felt too good on his back where they massaged the ointment into the healing welts and he could only purr in approval.
“And coming back to your punishment, you’re lucky it was me and all I did was hand you over to those who were affected by your actions...”
Jared made a disbelieving sound even as he leaned into the gentle caress.
“It’s true,” Jensen insisted, “Heyerdahl would have taken two fingers as compensation for losing two men- whether from your hands or feet would depend on your importance to him... Lehne would have made you choose two amongst your family and Pellegrino... well; he’s a bit of a wild-card... He could have you whipped or turned you over to one of his whore-houses. Or simply made you watch as he mutilated your sister... so forgive me for thinking I’m far nicer than I have to be.”
Jared’s muscles had tightened with each word out of the mobster’s mouth and he was rigid by the time Jensen finished, “Not Margaret... please...”
“Of course not,” Jensen assured, “I don’t involve innocents in my business, Darlin’, besides; your punishments’ over and done with. Okay? I promise that she is safe. For now, at least...”
Jared hastily turned over to face the other alpha at that, “What d’you mean ‘for now’???”
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