Just Looking For the Prince
Yeah... I dunno. Was trying to work on "Collared", but this cropped up instead. To give you an idea: This took 2.5 hours, and most of that was leaving it open while I responded to emails and whatnot. Collared, which right now, is the same length, has taken me 156 hours. If that gives you an indication. But... yay, it's not porn?
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Title: "Just Looking For The Prince"
Characters: Jared, Jensen, Chris Kane
Rating: PG (pre-slash J2)
Warnings: Ouhm..... Vampires? *shrugs* Is it still considered blood-play if it's not erotic?
A/N: I don't even...... *hangs her head*
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The first he’s aware of it, Jensen is lounging outside, letting cool night air flirt with the edges of his book he’s reading. The sensation, at first, is a moth-soft fluttering against the very edges of his mind. Faint and quiet enough he doesn’t notice it. He couldn’t tell you when he does notice it, just that he slowly becomes aware of the rising anxiety that’s sharpening, the moths having razor edges to their wings.
He sets his book aside, straightening as the sensations give way to a whimpered “Please… no,”, and he frowns. He’s not some young fledgling. He’s learned to shield and to block out others, what few he could hear to begin with, and the fact that he hears Christian approach, doesn’t feel him, reassures him that he’s not slipped any. But the whimpers echo in his skull, warm and bright and tugging.
“Jensen?”
“Do you feel that?”
Chris closes his own eyes, goes stone-still for a few seconds before frowning and shaking his head. “Not feeling anything out of the ordinary.” He opens his sapphire eyes, pinning Jensen. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know yet.” He can’t stop the urge, lets his molecules shift and change, grumbling anxiously as he paws the dirt. The sudden surge of dread is strong, enough to make his stomach queasy, and he glances at Chris, whining. ‘I have to check this out,’ he explains.
Chris shakes his head, but shifts easily, following as Jensen tears through the woods. The logical, rational part of his brain is confused, curious and wary… this isn’t like him, and he knows it. But the sensations had morphed to words, to pleas and choked whimpers, and when the agony washed over whatever tenuous mental link he’s a part of, he can’t help the snarl as he stumbles in the half-decayed leaves. It takes precious seconds to separate out the threads, to dismiss the fibers of agony and focus only on the bright link. The closer he gets though, the dimmer it becomes, until they break the final tree line to see some kids kicking something on the ground. Well…. He thinks they’re kids. Everyone seems younger than they are to him.
Chris barges ahead of him, snapping and snarling and growling as he races ahead, scattering the youth, and it’s not until then that he realizes the bond’s end lay in front of him. It’s a young kid, and he creeps closer, whining softly at the choked gasps. His wolf nose is keen, ears sharp, and he can both smell the coppery blood spilling from the kid’s mouth, and hear the grating of broken ribs shifting against each other, can hear the bubbling of a punctured lung. Chris grumbles as he trots back, mouth wrinkling as he tries to spit out a piece of denim stuck in his teeth, and the kid chokes out a laugh. At least, Jensen thinks it’s a laugh.
“I don’t suppose you’re Lassie, are you?” the kid pants, and Jensen tips his head, trying to figure it out. He shakes his head, and despite the sharp and fierce warnings Christian is throwing at him, shifts again, letting his human form emerge. The kid’s eyes go wide, breath even more shallow and quicker than it was, and he starts shaking, though from shock, surprise, fear, or cold, Jensen can’t say. “God, what…”
“Shh. You’re very hurt,” Jensen murmurs, and the kid stills as the command settles over him.
“Jensen,” Christian warns, a solid menacing presence at Jensen’s back. He knows why Chris is so twitchy and tense, but the blood isn’t appealing. Not with the kid whimpering quietly with every labored breath. Jensen locks his gaze with the youth, petting back greasy and matted hair as he tries to resist. “Come on, leave him.”
“What’s your name?” He has years of practice at ignoring his best friend, and it’s amusing to hear the shorter man huff and grumble. The kid’s eyes flicker over to watch the drama, before drifting back. They’re getting hazy, taking longer to open after each blink, and Jensen can feel the grains of sand in the hourglass slip away. “Come on, talk to me. What’s your name?”
“Jared.” It’s a whisper, and prompts a coughing fit, the blood choking the kid. Jensen tries to be gentle as he helps the kid to his side, letting the blood drain out of his trachea, tries to ignore how Jared’s heart is starting to slow. He has two choices, and only one he believes in.
“Jared, listen to me, okay?” He jostles Jared’s shoulder, ignoring the groan, and continues until that gaze lands on him again. “I can help you, but you have to agree, okay?”
“Jensen, no.” Christian is back at his side, fists balled as he hisses at his friend. “You cannot be serious!”
Jared’s gaze flickers warily between them, but Jensen just keeps the petting up, focusing solely on the kid. “Just say yes, Jared. Will you let me help you?”
The answer takes forever in coming, more a sigh as he loses the battle with consciousness, but Jensen gets his yes. He doesn’t waste any time in slicing the tip of his finger deep and mouthing it briefly, pushing saliva into the open wound. Jared’s gasps are slowing, his heart turning sluggish, and Jensen can’t help the brief flicker of worry as he pries open Jared’s mouth and pets the youth’s tongue with his gashed fingertip. “Shh, it’s okay,” he murmurs. He can’t really help it… he knows that Jared can’t hear him, but it makes him feel a bit better regardless.
“Jensen, this is insane. You’ve lost it, man!” Chris snaps, shoving at Jensen’s shoulder, and stepping back quickly when Jensen snarls at him over his shoulder. “He’s mortal!”
“I know.” It’s weak, but he turns back to Jared as the kid suckles weakly and instinctively at the wetness in his mouth. It’s like a struggling babe, too weak to get the nourishment it needs to survive. Jensen idly milks his finger a little, squeezing out another few drops before the wound closes, relaxing when Jared swallows roughly. “Good boy.”
They wait a few minutes, the moon a silent witness as she drifts across the sky, before Jensen smiles to himself. “Do you hear that, Chris?”
“Yeah.” The kid’s heart is steadying out, lungs clearing, and Jensen hums in contentment. “And what are you planning on doing with him?” Christian asks, crossing his arms roughly across his chest. Jensen ponders, listening to the rasp of bone realigning, before gingerly picking up the kid and heading back towards his house. “Yeah, of course. Man, you’ve slid over the deep end, you know this?”
“What else am I supposed to do, Chris?” Jensen snaps, annoyance flickering through him.
The shorter man jogs around to in front of him, walking backward gracefully as he watches the youth ‘sleep’. “Oh, I don’t know. You can always drop him off at the hospital, let his own kind take care of him.”
“Don’t be foolish.” The thought twists uneasily in Jensen, and he unconsciously holds the young man tighter, shoulders hunching a little.
Chris snorts. “That’s rich, coming from you. Jensen, just… stop, okay? Think about this. What the hell are you going to do with him?” He swallows roughly, meeting Jensen’s eyes and holding them. “Just drop him off somewhere. You’ve done your good deed, now let him go,” he pleads softly.
“I can’t.” He can’t explain it, can’t make Chris see, but there is no way he was letting Jared just walk away. There is something about him that has caught Jensen’s attention, and he isn’t escaping from it so easily.
The two words are enough to tip Christian back over the edge. “Christ, Jensen. Would you even listen to yourself?” he growls, scrubbing his hands over his face. He stumbles briefly over a root, snarling at Jensen’s smothered laugh. “I’m serious, Jen.”
“I know you are.” Jensen sighs, brushing a few stray hairs from Jared’s face, smiling to himself as Jared sighs in his sleep and tucks his face against Jensen’s chest. “If it comes to it, I’ll claim him as my Folly, okay?”
That is enough to shut up Chris, for a few minutes, anyway. “Are you…. You’re serious, aren’t you? You’ll waste your Folly on him?” Chris’s jaw is slack, shock stunning him, and he shakes his head slowly. “My god, man… you’ve finally lost it, haven’t you?” He shoots Jensen a hurt look before he shifts, wide wings beating at the sky as he flees.
Looking at Jared, feeling the tenuous bond still there, soft and fragile as spider silk, he can’t bring himself to regret the choice.
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Title: "Just Looking For The Prince"
Characters: Jared, Jensen, Chris Kane
Rating: PG (pre-slash J2)
Warnings: Ouhm..... Vampires? *shrugs* Is it still considered blood-play if it's not erotic?
A/N: I don't even...... *hangs her head*
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The first he’s aware of it, Jensen is lounging outside, letting cool night air flirt with the edges of his book he’s reading. The sensation, at first, is a moth-soft fluttering against the very edges of his mind. Faint and quiet enough he doesn’t notice it. He couldn’t tell you when he does notice it, just that he slowly becomes aware of the rising anxiety that’s sharpening, the moths having razor edges to their wings.
He sets his book aside, straightening as the sensations give way to a whimpered “Please… no,”, and he frowns. He’s not some young fledgling. He’s learned to shield and to block out others, what few he could hear to begin with, and the fact that he hears Christian approach, doesn’t feel him, reassures him that he’s not slipped any. But the whimpers echo in his skull, warm and bright and tugging.
“Jensen?”
“Do you feel that?”
Chris closes his own eyes, goes stone-still for a few seconds before frowning and shaking his head. “Not feeling anything out of the ordinary.” He opens his sapphire eyes, pinning Jensen. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know yet.” He can’t stop the urge, lets his molecules shift and change, grumbling anxiously as he paws the dirt. The sudden surge of dread is strong, enough to make his stomach queasy, and he glances at Chris, whining. ‘I have to check this out,’ he explains.
Chris shakes his head, but shifts easily, following as Jensen tears through the woods. The logical, rational part of his brain is confused, curious and wary… this isn’t like him, and he knows it. But the sensations had morphed to words, to pleas and choked whimpers, and when the agony washed over whatever tenuous mental link he’s a part of, he can’t help the snarl as he stumbles in the half-decayed leaves. It takes precious seconds to separate out the threads, to dismiss the fibers of agony and focus only on the bright link. The closer he gets though, the dimmer it becomes, until they break the final tree line to see some kids kicking something on the ground. Well…. He thinks they’re kids. Everyone seems younger than they are to him.
Chris barges ahead of him, snapping and snarling and growling as he races ahead, scattering the youth, and it’s not until then that he realizes the bond’s end lay in front of him. It’s a young kid, and he creeps closer, whining softly at the choked gasps. His wolf nose is keen, ears sharp, and he can both smell the coppery blood spilling from the kid’s mouth, and hear the grating of broken ribs shifting against each other, can hear the bubbling of a punctured lung. Chris grumbles as he trots back, mouth wrinkling as he tries to spit out a piece of denim stuck in his teeth, and the kid chokes out a laugh. At least, Jensen thinks it’s a laugh.
“I don’t suppose you’re Lassie, are you?” the kid pants, and Jensen tips his head, trying to figure it out. He shakes his head, and despite the sharp and fierce warnings Christian is throwing at him, shifts again, letting his human form emerge. The kid’s eyes go wide, breath even more shallow and quicker than it was, and he starts shaking, though from shock, surprise, fear, or cold, Jensen can’t say. “God, what…”
“Shh. You’re very hurt,” Jensen murmurs, and the kid stills as the command settles over him.
“Jensen,” Christian warns, a solid menacing presence at Jensen’s back. He knows why Chris is so twitchy and tense, but the blood isn’t appealing. Not with the kid whimpering quietly with every labored breath. Jensen locks his gaze with the youth, petting back greasy and matted hair as he tries to resist. “Come on, leave him.”
“What’s your name?” He has years of practice at ignoring his best friend, and it’s amusing to hear the shorter man huff and grumble. The kid’s eyes flicker over to watch the drama, before drifting back. They’re getting hazy, taking longer to open after each blink, and Jensen can feel the grains of sand in the hourglass slip away. “Come on, talk to me. What’s your name?”
“Jared.” It’s a whisper, and prompts a coughing fit, the blood choking the kid. Jensen tries to be gentle as he helps the kid to his side, letting the blood drain out of his trachea, tries to ignore how Jared’s heart is starting to slow. He has two choices, and only one he believes in.
“Jared, listen to me, okay?” He jostles Jared’s shoulder, ignoring the groan, and continues until that gaze lands on him again. “I can help you, but you have to agree, okay?”
“Jensen, no.” Christian is back at his side, fists balled as he hisses at his friend. “You cannot be serious!”
Jared’s gaze flickers warily between them, but Jensen just keeps the petting up, focusing solely on the kid. “Just say yes, Jared. Will you let me help you?”
The answer takes forever in coming, more a sigh as he loses the battle with consciousness, but Jensen gets his yes. He doesn’t waste any time in slicing the tip of his finger deep and mouthing it briefly, pushing saliva into the open wound. Jared’s gasps are slowing, his heart turning sluggish, and Jensen can’t help the brief flicker of worry as he pries open Jared’s mouth and pets the youth’s tongue with his gashed fingertip. “Shh, it’s okay,” he murmurs. He can’t really help it… he knows that Jared can’t hear him, but it makes him feel a bit better regardless.
“Jensen, this is insane. You’ve lost it, man!” Chris snaps, shoving at Jensen’s shoulder, and stepping back quickly when Jensen snarls at him over his shoulder. “He’s mortal!”
“I know.” It’s weak, but he turns back to Jared as the kid suckles weakly and instinctively at the wetness in his mouth. It’s like a struggling babe, too weak to get the nourishment it needs to survive. Jensen idly milks his finger a little, squeezing out another few drops before the wound closes, relaxing when Jared swallows roughly. “Good boy.”
They wait a few minutes, the moon a silent witness as she drifts across the sky, before Jensen smiles to himself. “Do you hear that, Chris?”
“Yeah.” The kid’s heart is steadying out, lungs clearing, and Jensen hums in contentment. “And what are you planning on doing with him?” Christian asks, crossing his arms roughly across his chest. Jensen ponders, listening to the rasp of bone realigning, before gingerly picking up the kid and heading back towards his house. “Yeah, of course. Man, you’ve slid over the deep end, you know this?”
“What else am I supposed to do, Chris?” Jensen snaps, annoyance flickering through him.
The shorter man jogs around to in front of him, walking backward gracefully as he watches the youth ‘sleep’. “Oh, I don’t know. You can always drop him off at the hospital, let his own kind take care of him.”
“Don’t be foolish.” The thought twists uneasily in Jensen, and he unconsciously holds the young man tighter, shoulders hunching a little.
Chris snorts. “That’s rich, coming from you. Jensen, just… stop, okay? Think about this. What the hell are you going to do with him?” He swallows roughly, meeting Jensen’s eyes and holding them. “Just drop him off somewhere. You’ve done your good deed, now let him go,” he pleads softly.
“I can’t.” He can’t explain it, can’t make Chris see, but there is no way he was letting Jared just walk away. There is something about him that has caught Jensen’s attention, and he isn’t escaping from it so easily.
The two words are enough to tip Christian back over the edge. “Christ, Jensen. Would you even listen to yourself?” he growls, scrubbing his hands over his face. He stumbles briefly over a root, snarling at Jensen’s smothered laugh. “I’m serious, Jen.”
“I know you are.” Jensen sighs, brushing a few stray hairs from Jared’s face, smiling to himself as Jared sighs in his sleep and tucks his face against Jensen’s chest. “If it comes to it, I’ll claim him as my Folly, okay?”
That is enough to shut up Chris, for a few minutes, anyway. “Are you…. You’re serious, aren’t you? You’ll waste your Folly on him?” Chris’s jaw is slack, shock stunning him, and he shakes his head slowly. “My god, man… you’ve finally lost it, haven’t you?” He shoots Jensen a hurt look before he shifts, wide wings beating at the sky as he flees.
Looking at Jared, feeling the tenuous bond still there, soft and fragile as spider silk, he can’t bring himself to regret the choice.