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15 April 2016 @ 07:28 pm
Wednesday Night Down at The Anti-Christ's (2/3) Jared/Jensen  
Title: Wednesday Night Down at The Anti-Christ’s
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 21680
Summary: Jared Padalecki always thought he was just an average guy, until the day his dad told him all about the family business. Now he’s trying to rule Hell, and deal with minions who keep offering him virgin sacrifices. If that wasn’t bad enough the latest offering just happens to be the man of his dreams.
Disclaimer: Here be fiction, folks. This isn’t real nor is it meant to reflect the relationship between the two men, whose names and faces I’m borrowing.  This is my very own little take on reality or as I like to think of it now, the wrong trouser leg of time, where our universe and this one split apart, and this universe is bathed in a rosy pink hue.
Author’s Notes: Just in case anyone is wondering this story was started a long, long time ago and was inspired by a conversation with stir_of_echoes about the colour of Jared’s eyes!  It’s amazing where my imagination goes if it’s left to its own devices. As always many thanks go to bigj52 for her tireless work in turning my scribbles into English. Also a big thank you to milly_gal for encouraging (nagging) me to keep working on this, so if you don’t like the story now you know who to blame *G*.




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"Er, more like Jared, Anti-Christ. Hi, Jensen, how are you?” Jared gave a hopeful little smile, as he watched Jensen’s mouth opening and closing rapidly.

Jensen recovered his composure and stepped forward. He glared at Jared and yelled, “Three frigging hours I stood there. Three!  I never wait for more than twenty minutes.”

Jared took an involuntary step back, his mind racing.  What in the holy hell was Jensen talking about? “You stood where for three hours?”

“Oh right, I’m that goddamn memorable. I sat waiting in that Italian restaurant for three hours, before I went home.  The waiters kept giving me bread sticks and olives so I had something to eat.  You never called or texted to tell me you weren’t coming.  Where the Hell where you?”  Jensen finished his rant and stood there with his hands on his hips, pulling the towel dangerously low.

“I was in Hell,” Jared answered, unable to tear his eyes away from Jensen and the delicate rosy flush to his skin, and how the towel was just barely covering his modesty. Jared desperately wanted to pull Jensen into his arms and kiss him senseless. But he got the feeling if he tried, that his family jewels would become acquainted with Jensen’s knee, if the murderous expression on his face was any indication.

“You were in Hell? What kind of excuse is that?”  Jensen roared, on a roll about being stood up. He stopped talking, looked at Jared’s earnest expression, and then looked round the bedroom. Jensen looked down at Sally and said, “What was it you said about the Anti-Christ? Oh yeah, the cutest dimples when he smiles. And his eyes are a lovely shade of blue. Ah, don’t worry, I get it now.”

Jensen looked at the crestfallen Jared. “In that case, how are you enjoying running the family business?” he asked with a smile.

Jared tried to laugh, but it came out as a broken sob. “It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.  One day I’m a junior advertising executive, and the next dad tells me he wants me to take over the family business.  No biggie, son, but how do you feel about running Hell? And by the way, my employees call me Lucifer.”  Jared dragged his fingers through his hair, and looked round the room angrily

“You’d think being absolute ruler of Hell would mean I could do what I like, right?” Jared asked, then shook his head in frustration as he started to pace back and forth.

He stopped pacing in front of Jensen, and looked round the room. “Do you think I like the décor in this place?”  Jensen shook his head slowly, watching Jared warily as he started to pace again.

“Of course I don’t. But like Sally said, when I tried to brighten it up, Astaroth came and painted it back. The last time I couldn’t decorate my room how I liked, I was thirteen and mom freaked after I painted it pink.  Ok, so neon pink might have been a bit much, but it was my room.  Now all I get is black, red, and recreational torture implements.” Jared sighed and then carried on with his rant. “And what about the people down here?  It’s bad enough we get murderers, rapists and war criminals, but then I get cases like Sally here.”  Jared pointed at the woman on her knees, quivering in fear.

Jensen stepped closer and growled, “Hey, you leave her alone. She doesn’t deserve to be here.”

“That’s my point!”  Jared wailed in exasperation. “There’s no way Sally should be here. She’s just one of the many bureaucratic fuck-ups down here. St Peter needs to get a grip, or a sense of humour, and you should see the forms involved in soul repatriation.  Talk about red tape. They make tax returns look easy. And what do I have in the way of help? My advisors, Astaroth, Orias, Zepar and Bael, the four musketeers. They think the Spanish Inquisition was dangerously forward thinking. So in answer to your question, no, I’m not enjoying running the family business.”  Jared ran out of steam, and looked round the room in surprise.

His bedroom looked like a hurricane had hit it; furniture was overturned and blown across the room.  Jared shook his head and his skin tingled as the residual static electricity discharged. Jared looked down at Sally to see if she was alright. Sally’s glasses were askew, her hair crackled with sparks and steamed slightly, as if she was having a demonic eighties perm.

Jared groaned. “Oh shit! Not to mention that kind of crap keeps happening. God, I’m so sorry, Sally.”  Jared crouched down, straightened the shell-shocked woman’s glasses, and attempted to smooth her hair down.  Jared stood and turned to Jensen, expecting to find him halfway up the bedpost again, in an attempt to get away from him.

Instead, Jensen was staring at him open mouthed, his eyes dark with desire. “Fuck, that was hot. Who knew you had it in you?  Every time you came into the coffee shop, you were so sweet and goofy.  And all that time you were hiding all this.”  Jensen gestured round the room, then reached out and pulled Jared to him. “Do you feel like showing me some more of the caveman routine? ‘Cause I’m real interested.”  Jensen said huskily, and pressed his lips against Jared’s neck.

 At the gentle touch from those plush lips, Jared felt his blood head south for the winter and his jeans became a whole lot tighter. Now his dick throbbed in time with his hammering heart, and he suddenly felt the urge to throw Jensen down on the bed, and do a little old-fashioned ravishing.

As Jensen rubbed up against him, Jared managed to scrape his thoughts together. “What are you doing, Jensen? You’ve been kidnapped by a bunch of demons, and offered up as a virgin sacrifice to me. Are you sure this is what you want?”  Jared took a step back and looked at Jensen with concern.

As Jared moved, Jensen was struggling with the zipper on his jeans. He gave a triumphant smile as the zipper came down. He gasped out breathlessly, “I’ll tell you what. You can get me trauma counselling later. But for now you can start making it up to me by getting naked. God, do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?”  Jensen planted his lips on Jared’s, and sucked urgently on them.

Jared was getting light headed, both from the passionate way Jensen was kissing him, and how his hand slid inside his fly and palmed his aching dick through his boxers. They broke apart, and Jared panted, “I don’t know. How long?”

Jensen rested his head on Jared’s shoulder, breathing hard. “Ever since you walked into my coffee shop that first day, and ordered that damn stupid spiced mocha latte macchiato, Danni wrote on the board as a joke.  I couldn’t believe anyone would willingly want to drink that crap.  You just grinned, flashed those damn dimples, and told me you’d try anything once.”

“Yeah, your face when you made it? Pure disgust, but one sip and I was hooked. I had to keep coming back.”  Jared stroked Jensen’s lips with his fingertips, watching as his eyes fluttered closed.

“Did you actually drink those things?”  Jensen gasped, as Jared pulled him closer and nibbled at his ear.

Jared grinned and whispered, “Hell no. I’d get round the corner and throw them in the trash.  It wasn’t the coffee I was addicted to.”  Jared let his hand wander down Jensen’s body and he cupped the firm ass.  It was everything he’d ever imagined, just the perfect size in his hands. As he squeezed, Jensen rutted against him, whimpering.

“Bed, now!”  Jensen gasped out, spinning Jared round and pushing him towards the bed.

Jared staggered back. “Bossy, much?”

Jensen quirked his eyebrow at him. “You’d better believe it.”  Jensen looked away from Jared, and looked round the room.

Before Jared could ask what Jensen was looking for, he gave a triumphant smile and headed towards Sally.  The Acolyte was quietly crawling towards the door, hoping she’d escaped their notice.  Jensen caught up with her and crouched beside her. “Hey, Sally, I don’t suppose I can have the oil you were going to ‘anoint’ me with, please?”

Sally sat up and smiled at Jensen, looking over his shoulder warily at Jared, who was enjoying the view of the muscles in Jensen’s back flexing as he moved.  “Here you go. I’ll just be off then, shall I?  If you want me, I’ll be feeding the hounds.”  She pressed the jar into Jensen’s hands, and got ready to crawl to the door.

Jensen helped her to her feet. “Thanks, Sally, you have a good night. I intend to make good use of this.”  Jensen winked at her. As he walked away, he pulled the towel free and threw it over his shoulder.  It landed on top of Sally’s head; she pulled it off and turned back to yell at Jensen for dumping the wet towel on her head.  What she got was a stunning view of Jensen’s ass as he walked away, and then she heard a growl.  She looked up at Jared stood there, with his arms folded, and for a split second his eyes glowed yellow. She swallowed nervously, and ran for the door, slamming it behind her.

Jensen reached Jared and smacked his chest. “That wasn’t very nice. Now there’s one more thing I want.”

“What’s that, Jensen?”  Jared wrapped his arm round Jensen’s waist, pulled him close and cupped his pert ass in his large hands again.

“You’re wearing way too many clothes for my liking. Naked, now.”  Jensen tugged impatiently at Jared’s T-Shirt.

Jared grinned as he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt. He let go and concentrated and his clothes disappeared.  “Wow, it worked. I didn’t think it would!  Was that quick enough for you, Jensen?”

Jensen laughed. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” He leapt into Jared’s arms, and wrapped his legs around Jared’s waist.  Jared staggered back a little, before putting his arms around Jensen. They kissed again, and Jared spun them round and walked to the bed. With every step, their dicks rubbed together, the friction sending shivers up and down Jared’s body. He bit back a moan as Jensen rolled his hips slowly.

They reached the bed, and with a wicked smile and a glint in his eyes, Jared threw Jensen down onto the bed. “So you like the whole caveman thing, do you?” Jared climbed on the bed and slowly worked his way up Jensen’s body. He was ready to swoop down and kiss the man of his dreams, when Bael’s smirking face floated in front of his eyes. Jared pushed away from Jensen, and he sat on the edge of the bed with his shoulders slumped in defeat. “I can’t do this. I’d just be doing exactly what they want.”

Jensen stared up at the ceiling in disbelief, his dick throbbing unmercifully.  What the fuck had just happened?  He really thought he was going to get what he wanted.  Jared, naked in bed and hot sweaty sex. Instead Jared was sitting there looking like the weight of the world, or Hell, for that matter had just landed on his shoulders.  Jensen managed to get himself under control, and he sat up.  He joined Jared on the edge of the bed, and looked at the solemn expression on Jared’s face.

“Ok, what’s going on? You’d be doing exactly what who wants?”  Jensen asked and waited for Jared to look up.

Jared turned to look at him and shrugged his shoulders. “The four musketeers, Astaroth, Orias, Zepar and Bael.  My so-called advisors, the guys who kidnapped you to be my virgin sacrifice.  Did they ask you what you wanted?  No, they just grabbed you and dragged you down here. Look, Jensen, I’m sorry.  I’ll get one of them down here to take you home.  Just forget about me.”

Jensen watched as Jared slumped further forward, and looked like a puppy that had just been scolded for chewing his owner’s shoes. “As you probably heard, the whole virgin sacrifice thing is a bust.”  Jensen smiled as Jared looked up, managing a weak smile. “Why do the four musketeers feel the need to keep offering you virgin sacrifices?”

Jared shrugged his shoulders. “It’s all about tradition with them. They used to do it for dad. Fuck, I didn’t want all those girls they kept offering me.”

Jensen sat up straight. “What girls?  You mean you’ve had women in here?”  He folded his arms and pouted.

Jared threw his hands in the air in frustration and groaned. “They think it impresses me. I’ve sent every one of them back untouched, I swear. I was already interested in someone, and unfortunately they finally figured out who it was. I’m sorry, Jensen.”

“Dude, turn down the puppy eyes. You’ll have me in tears.  You know you’re really not the kind of anti-Christ I expected,” Jensen said as Jared looked at him forlornly

“Did you think I’d be all horns, tails and pitchforks, ready to lead the charge out of Hell and ready to take over the world?”  Jared said with the ghost of smile. “Sorry to disappoint you. I’m more interested in getting all the mistakes sorted out, and keeping the demons down here.”

“Well, I did think, like father like son. Won’t your dad be a little disappointed that you’re not taking the family business global?” Jensen was curious. Joking apart, Jared really wasn’t what he’d expected, after he’d been dragged here to be offered to the ruler of hell.

“Disappointed? Fuck, no, he’d be delighted. He was never interested in taking over the world; he was just down here doing what God asked him to.”

 “Seriously? God asked him to come down here?  I thought he’d stormed out of Heaven after throwing a hissy fit at being told to be nice to us mud monkeys. Tell me more,” Jensen said, waiting for Jared to continue.

Jared bit his lip; his father had sworn him to secrecy about the big family secret.  But if he was going to have someone in his life, he needed to tell the truth. Hell, it had worked for dad.  Mom had been willing to put up with his irregular hours, and the bitch of a commute to work.  Jared steeled himself. “No, it was nothing like that. God realized he needed somewhere to put the souls that didn’t belong in heaven. This is just like being a prison governor if you like. Dad volunteered for the job.”

Jensen’s jaw dropped. “No big rebellion, then?  Or wanting to take over the world? Your dad just did God a favour?  Man, there’s gonna be some pissed preachers out there, if they ever find out they’ve been wrong all this time.”

“Yeah, that’s it in a nutshell, and for the sake of the status quo you can’t tell anyone about it.  Can you imagine the chaos it would cause, if people realized dad’s a good guy? The way things are, people would set up a new religion.”  Jared went wide eyed with shock. “Holy crap! We could end up having Simon Cowell as God!”  The two men shuddered at the thought of that.

Jensen patted Jared’s knee. “Jay, trust me, my lips are sealed. Who the fuck am I gonna tell?  I can see it now. Hey, Danneel, guess where I spent last night? I was in Hell with the Anti-Christ, and my prospective father-in-law is a really nice guy, despite the fact he’s Satan.  I’d be carted off in a straitjacket before I could blink.”

Jared smiled, his dimples appearing. “Good point. I still find it hard to believe some days.”

“Ok, so your dad’s been stuck down here, guarding the bad guys for a couple of millennia.  How did he end up managing to meet your mom?”

Jared sat back a little. “Every so often there are escapees, and dad liked to make sure they were caught. He would go and hunt them down; he was on a hunt when he met mom.”

Jensen’s jaw dropped. “Shit, dude, don’t tell me your mom’s a demon hunter.”

“No, it was nothing like that. Dad met mom at.....  Jared mumbled something unintelligible.

Jensen leant forward. “They met where?” He cupped his hand to his ear, grinning when Jared blushed and picked at the comforter.

Jared coughed. “I said they met at a line dancing class in San Antonio. Mom was there with friends, Dad was there hunting. They got talking and you know how one thing leads to another.”

“Your dad, Satan, the devil, Lucifer himself, was at a line dancing class?  Was he hunting demons, tempting people to sell their souls for the ability to do a better crossover step?”  Jensen asked incredulously.

“You said it. That’s exactly what he was doing, and by the way he prefers to be called Gerald.  It’s what mom calls him.” Jared said with a wry smile.

Jensen roared with laughter. “Alright then. Gerald falls in love with your mom, sets up home with her, and one day there’s the pitter patter of tiny cloven hooves.”  Jared scowled at him. “Sorry, Jay, I couldn’t help it. It was the love of a good woman that made him want to give up this fabulous career as the universe’s foremost prison governor, right?”

Jared ran his fingers through his hair. “Partly. Also he’d been waiting to be relieved of his post by another arch angel.  After a thousand years, dad realized no one was coming and when he met mom he began to think about retiring. When he sat me down and told me all about the family business, he said my main job would be keeping the demons in line.  He thinks humanity can get itself in enough trouble, without their influence making things worse.”

Jared sighed. “I just wish he’d given me an instruction manual in how to keep those guys in line, because they don’t pay attention to me. I’ve tried everything to get them to bond as a team. Karaoke, movie nights and there was a Twister tournament.  Although, I think getting the Incubus and Succubus to play one another may have been a mistake.”  Jared shivered at the memory of that night, and the cost of steam cleaning the carpet in the lounge. “I guess I’m not really cut out for all of this.”

Jared looked at the man beside him; Jensen was frowning slightly, chewing on his bottom lip.  He looked deep in thought, then Jensen looked at him. “Alright, you never actually wanted the job.  You hate the accommodation and your roommates. Why don’t you just leave with me right now? Say fuck it to the lot of them. Come on.”

Jensen watched Jared; he could almost see the wheels turning in his head.  He’d looked forward to Jared’s daily visits to his coffee shop, the easy banter and flirting. Jensen knew Jared was possibly the sweetest, gentlest soul he’d ever met, and that was exactly why his dad had given him the job.  Jared was so far away from a power-crazed demon it was ridiculous, but it also meant Jared was always going to struggle to control his minions.  It looked like it was going to be down to him to help Jared deal with his new career path.

“You don’t want to come with me?  I get it. It’s why your dad wanted you to run this place. You’ll carry on with his wishes. But I think you’re scared that if you get the hang of your powers, you’ll come to like it and possibly turn evil.”  Jensen stood right in front of Jared, and ran his fingers through Jared’s hair. “Come on, then, Jared. What’s the worst thing you’ve done with your powers?”

Jared thought about it for a moment and then groaned. He blushed and looked down at the floor.  “I may have smashed Bael into my birthmark.”  Jared said, his words pouring out in a rush.

Jensen shook his head in confusion. “What’s so bad about that?  I was expecting you to tell me you’d finally cracked and barbequed those rednecks on that reality show you hate, with just a flick of your hair and the power of your mind.”

Jared lifted his head and pouted. “God, don’t give me ideas about the cast of Duck Dynasty.  You don’t understand. I could’ve hurt him.”

“Jared, I know you got muscles and you’re exceptionally firm, but I still don’t get how being smashed into your birthmark could hurt a demon......and holy crap, is that it?”  Jensen’s attention was suddenly drawn to the birthmark, when Jared moved his legs.  “What the fuck was he doing against your crotch?  Dude, your dick is really fucking impressive, but I don’t think it’s a lethal weapon.  Unless of course, you’ve got skills that I need a personal demonstration of.” Jensen licked his lips with anticipation.

Jared looked up, shocked, and then roared with laughter. “Shit, it was nothing like that. I would never want Bael anywhere near my dick.” Jared shuddered then looked embarrassed. “Some genius decided to have a statue of me made. When I found out that they’d grabbed you, I might have lost my temper a little. Then Bael made a nasty remark about you, that’s when I threw Bael right into the errr…..” Jared flapped his hand, trying to convey exactly where Bael had been propelled at speed into.

Jensen was grinning, as the other man shuffled uncomfortably. “Alright, I grant it was an impressive shot. How come your statue’s naked, and how did they find out about the birthmark?” Jensen stared down and frowned slightly. “By the way, am I imagining things, or is it shaped like a crown?”

Jared quickly crossed his legs, and placed his hands on his lap. He coughed. “To start with, I don’t even want to think about how they knew about my birthmark.  Sometimes, around those guys ignorance really is bliss.  As for why my statue is naked? Apparently it’s to show my manly virility and passion rod to my enemies.” Jared looked down and muttered. “My birthmark doesn’t look like a crown.”

Jensen couldn’t help it. He broke down laughing. “Oh God, I can just see you stamping your feet and throwing that poor innocent demon across the room and bouncing him off your....erm passion rod.”  Jensen paused. “Like I said, it was a hell of a shot. How did you manage it?”

Jared buried his head in his hands, and moaned pitifully. “Don’t, just don’t. And to be honest, it wasn’t that good a shot.  The dick on that freaky assed thing is nearly as big as me, and it’s got creepy eyes.”

Jensen’s jaw dropped. “Shit, Jared, how big is the statue?”  Then he frowned. “Why are the eyes creepy? I would’ve thought the whole six-feet-long dick was freaky enough.”

Jared smirked. “What? You got a problem with size, sweetheart?”  Jared purred softly, and Jensen didn’t find it hot, no matter what his throbbing dick was telling him.  “My passion rod is perfectly proportional. The damn statue is nearly as high as the ceiling in the dining hall. The eyes are creepy, because they’re huge empty holes, as my subjects argue about what colour my eyes are.”

Jensen tilted his head, and gave a somewhat sappy smile. “Oh, that’s easy. They’re hazel. I could spend hours staring into your eyes.”  He flushed and coughed. “Do the statue’s eyes follow you round the room or something?”

“Fuck, no. They’re more likely to drag you out of the room and mug you at knife point.  If it stays where it is, I may never be able to eat hot dogs ever again. But I don’t want to offend the demon who commissioned it; he’s got a real attitude problem,” Jared said, looking nervous.

Jensen put his hands on his hips. “Oh, really?  Then you need to give him some attitude right back. I hate to tell you, Jay, but I don’t think you can win these guys over with movie nights and popcorn. You’ve got to show ‘em who’s boss. And from what you’ve been saying, that’s you.”

Jared shuffled slightly and hunched even more. “I know I’m the boss, but I hate yelling at people. I much prefer to get along with them. You really think I need to be more assertive?”

Jensen pushed Jared further onto the bed and straddled his hips. “Yes, you have to be more assertive. Did you not understand just how hot it is when you go all caveman?” He leant forward and gently nibbled Jared’s ear, making him arch upwards as Jensen pressed his dick against his stomach.

Jared threw back his head and moaned as Jensen wrapped his hand around his dick. He slowly stroked its firm length, brushing his thumb over the head, making Jared gasp at the sure touch.  Jared pulled Jensen closer, his large hands gently caressing the curve of Jensen’s hips. Jensen whimpered softly as he rocked against Jared.

Jensen turned his face to Jared and their lips met. Their kisses before had been tentative, but this was raw and passionate.  Their mouths crushed together, both of them fighting for dominance. Jared brought his hand up to the back of Jensen’s neck, as he slowly took control of the kiss. He nibbled on Jensen’s full lips, biting down a little harder he grazed the delicate skin.  He heard a gasp, and Jared soothed the hurt by sweeping his tongue over Jensen’s lip.  Jensen’s lips parted, allowing him to slide his tongue deeper. Jared wrapped his arm round Jensen’s waist, as he pulled them down onto the bed, rolling them over so his muscular body covered Jensen’s.

Jared worked his way down Jensen’s body, touching and tasting as he went. He sucked a mark on Jensen’s thigh, and watched Jensen’s dick bob as he bit down on heated skin. His mouth watered at the prospect of tasting the pre-come that dribbled down Jensen’s shaft.

Jensen’s eyes were shut as his hands fisted in the soft red material.  Jared was slowly driving him out of his mind with his kisses, and the sharp flares of pleasurable pain when Jared’s teeth grazed his skin.  The feel of stubble rubbing against his inner thigh was almost too much, and then holy shit!  His cock was enveloped in wonderful wet heat, as Jared’s lips slid down it.

Jared smirked when Jensen yelled out in shock, and threw his head back.  He hummed in pleasure as he bobbed his head up and down, and Jensen trembled as he ran his tongue over the head.  Jared flicked his tongue in and out of the slit, savouring the tart tang of pre-come on his taste buds.  He glanced round, looking for the jar of oil and saw it was just out of reach. It wasn’t for long as a burst of power ran through him, and the jar rolled into his hand.

Jared redoubled his efforts to make Jensen fall apart, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked and slowly rolled Jensen’s balls in his hand.  He was taking his cues from the noises Jensen was making, the whimpers, sighs and the rather impressive string of curses Jensen let loose, when Jared swallowed him all the way down.

Jared let his fingers move lower, lightly brushing at the sensitive skin behind Jensen’s come-heavy balls. Jared gently stroked Jensen’s perineum, working ever closer to the tightly furled hole that was his ultimate goal. Jared gently circled the rim, teasing it with the gentlest of pressure from his finger tip. Jensen tensed at the touch, his thigh muscles quivered, and a low moan escaped his lips.

Jared flipped open the jar, and a spicy scent wafted up as he dipped his long fingers into the oil. As Jared’s fingers gently circled Jensen’s tight hole again, he felt the oil start to heat and tingle. He hated to admit it but his advisors really had thought of everything.

He continued to tease and torment Jensen, until he couldn’t take it any longer. “For fuck’s sake, Jared, do something, please!” Jensen’s words became a guttural moan, as Jared slid one of his long fingers inside.  The oil eased the way, and as he worked his finger in and out Jared kept on sucking on Jensen’s dick.

Jensen was flying apart at the seams, and there was nothing he could do but hang on for the ride.  His ass was being worked open with talented fingers, and then Jared did something that was probably illegal in five states with his tongue.  Jensen lay there trembling, letting Jared do what he wanted to him.

Jared was enjoying making Jensen fall apart, then an idea struck him. Jensen wanted to see if he could be assertive? Maybe it was time to show him who was boss; he smiled and stopped what he was doing.  Jensen gave a moan of complaint when he stopped. Watching Jared crawl up his body, looking at him as if to say ‘why the fuck did you stop’?

 Jared grabbed Jensen’s wrists and pinned them to the bed above his head. He leant down and his lips brushed the smaller man’s ear. “Stay still and be a good boy for me, and I might reward you later.” Jared lifted his head and stared into Jensen’s face, the forest green darkened with lust, his lips swollen and deep red. “God, you’re gorgeous. I might even forgive the fact you’re not a virgin,” he said with a smirk.

He dipped his head forward and sucked on Jensen’s neck, making him squirm as he marked him as his. “What if I’m not a good boy? You gonna punish me?  Show me who’s boss?” Jensen gasped, straining against the hold Jared had on his wrists. He tried to arch up but Jared held him in place easily. Finally his struggles ceased and he lay panting.

He lifted his eyes to meet Jared’s. Jensen’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes were glowing!  At first they were bright yellow but slowly the colour changed to the familiar hazel. Vibrant, warm, and fuck, they were still glowing. Jensen swallowed hard, wondering just who he was looking at. The sweet, goofy adorable guy from his coffee shop, too shy to even ask him out. Or was he facing the all-powerful Anti-Christ, supreme ruler of Hell, and the man who once painted his bedroom neon pink.

Jared grinned at the uncertain look in Jensen’s eyes; for once the usually confident man was at a loss for words.  Jared had to admit he liked the feeling of power coursing through his veins; perhaps for once he could have some fun rather than be scared of what he might do.  Jared grinned mischievously, and moved backwards off the bed. He took hold of Jensen’s ankles and dragged him towards him.  He stood up and roughly hauled Jensen to his feet, quickly trapping his wrists behind his back in one massive hand, squeezing slightly in warning as Jensen struggled.

Jensen’s heart raced as Jared lifted him off the bed and pulled him against his body, trapping his arms behind him.  Fuck, Jared was strong even without his powers. A sudden flare of fear in his gut made him fight against the hold Jared had on him. When Jared squeezed his wrists he looked up into Jared’s eyes, a little afraid of what he’d see there. What he saw made him stop fighting, and a shiver of anticipation ran down his spine. Jared’s face was stern, commanding, but there was a twinkle in his eye. For a fleeting second Jared’s face lit up in his familiar warm smile, before returning to the cold disapproving glare.

Jensen took a deep breath and relaxed. He tilted his head back and looked Jared right in the eye, a slight smirk playing over his lips.

Jared watched the change come over Jensen, the fleeting moment of fear was gone and in its place was eager acceptance of what was to come. He wondered if he could do this, take control of the situation.  Well, there was only one way to find out. He reached up with his left hand and gently caressed Jensen’s cheek. The shorter man leaned into the soft touch, his eyelids fluttering.

Jared straightened his back, pulling himself to his full height. Jared stopped caressing Jensen’s cheek then gripped his chin tightly, tilting his head back, forcing him to look up at him. Jensen gasped, as he looked into Jared’s flinty eyes, an involuntary shiver running through him.

Jared quirked his eyebrow and sneered haughtily. “What have we here?  My minions promised me an unsullied beauty.  A virgin, untouched and pure. Instead they send me spoiled goods.  You have the stench of other men on you. What am I going to do with you?”  Jared tilted his head, as he pondered what to do with the man trembling in his arms.

He grinned wolfishly. “Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson. You need to understand that you belong to me now. No other man will touch you again, but if you bear your punishment well, I may still bestow my passion rod upon you.”  Jared was struggling not to laugh, and Jensen’s eyes twinkled with mirth.

Jensen managed to pull himself together, and stared fearfully at the man looming over him. “Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you want,” he said wide eyed, biting at his lip in trepidation.

Jared leant forward. “Anything?” he said huskily, his lips grazing the shell of Jensen’s ear, making him shiver and goose bumps appear all over his body.  Jared paused and broke character. “By the way I do anything you don’t like, just tell me alright?”

Chapter 3
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