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phantismaFandom: RPS (Supernatural with added Buffy, Angel, SGA, STNG)
Title: In Service, Part 10 (Previous parts found: Part One Here, Part Two Here, Part Three Here, Part 4 Here, Part 5 here, Part 6 here, Part 7 here, Part 8 here, Part 9 Here)
Pairing/Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, OMC/Jared, Alyson Hannigan, OCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2971
Summary: JP takes Jared out to the movies, with serious consequences. Jensen starts to feel the heat of his plan.
A/Ns & Warnings: Ummm...yeah totally AU. It's...crack...No, seriously...total crack. I take great liberties with the families of the celebrities I...um...use...creating siblings, erasing siblings, aging and de-aging siblings...pretty much doing anything I want. Um...and just about anyone is game. As to Warnings: This is slave fic, dubious con to some degree...This part includes brief, off-screen non-con.
“No. I can’t.” Jared shook his head. It was unthinkable.
“I already asked Jensen, and he said it was fine.”
“But it isn’t fine, JP.”
“It’s a movie, Jared. You haven’t left this house in the month I’ve been here.”
Jared sighed and closed his eyes. JP really should understand better. “I’m not supposed to leave the house. Not without Jensen.”
“He said it was a good idea.” JP insisted, moving around so he could see Jared’s face. “He gave me money and everything.” He held up a handful of bills before shoving them in his pocket.
Jared chewed on his lower lip. Things had been weird and different with JP there, Jensen had been different. Not that Jared could begin to complain about that. It was hard to complain when Jensen told him over and over how beautiful and wonderful and talented he was…when Jensen kissed him and let him come nearly every night.
“You’re sure he said it was okay?”
JP nodded, grinning. “Told us to take the car and to enjoy ourselves.”
Jared’s heart hammered in his chest. He wanted to believe his brother, to spend time with JP like when they were younger. “We come straight home after the movie.”
“Of course.”
Jared pressed his lips together and nodded slowly. “Let me get dressed.”
“I’ll be downstairs.”
Jared wasn’t certain…but it seemed important to JP. He found his pants and pulled them on, but when he pulled his shirt on, his finger snagged in the sleeve and it ripped. All of his other shirts were being washed. He couldn’t be seen in a torn shirt. He paced around for a few minutes, then went to the closet.
He opened it and stared. Jensen had many shirts. His fingers twitched. They would be home before Jensen saw. He shook his head. He couldn’t do that. Servants had a dress code. He pressed his lips together. JP was going to get angry. He turned around and spotted the telephone. Jensen had told him he could call him anytime he needed to, but Jared had never tried.
Of course, he’d used a phone before, when he was little. He crossed to it. The number was written on a card beside the phone. Hesitantly he picked up the receiver and listened to the dial tone for a few seconds, then he poked at the numbers. The phone rang twice, then a third, and he almost hung up, then he heard Jensen’s voice. “Hello?”
“My lord…I….”
“Jared? Is everything okay?”
Jared swallowed the lump of fear in his throat. “I ripped my shirt.”
“You did what?”
Jared exhaled. “JP wants to take me to a movie.”
“I know. I told him it was a good idea.”
“I ripped my shirt. I don’t know what to do.”
Jensen sounded relieved. “It’s okay, Jared. Where something else.”
“They’re all dirty. The maid took them.”
“In my closet there are a few shirts that should fit you. Wear one of those.”
Jared drew in a breath. “Are you certain?”
He could almost hear Jensen smile. “Yes. It would make me happy.”
“Okay.” Jared was shaking. “Thank you.”
“Have fun, okay?”
“I will try.”
He took a deep breath as he hung up the phone and went back to the closet. Jensen didn’t have anything in brown, so he settle for an off white t-shirt and pulled it on. He tried to settle his stomach as he put on his sandals and headed for the door.
JP smiled at him as he came down the stairs. “Ready?”
Jared nodded. He wasn’t anywhere near ready, but he was willing to pretend. It made his brother happy.
He wasn’t quite sure what to make of the movie. It had been loud and filled with explosions. JP had liked it though, so Jared supposed he did too. He had to say he really didn’t care for the people around them though. There were too many of them. As they emerged from the theater he tried to make himself as small as possible so that they wouldn’t bump him.
He got bumped a few times and was starting to get panicky over it when JP pulled him off to the side. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
It was quieter in the bathroom. They were alone. Jared breathed a little easier. “You okay?” JP asked as he unzipped at a urinal.
Jared looked away, nodding. He couldn’t do that…just pee there were anyone could see. There were stalls though. “I’m going in there.” Jared said. JP nodded his agreement and Jared exhaled. The stall was even better. It gave him the illusion of being alone. He got situated to urinate, and heard JP say he’d be outside.
Jared took his time, not really wanting to go back out there. He heard someone go into the other stall as he finished. He flushed and went to wash his hands. He looked strange to himself in the mirror, wearing something other than the brown of his station.
The other stall opened and Jared dropped his eyes to the sink. It wouldn’t do to be seen looking at himself. “Hello Servant.”
Jared looked up, paling and backing away. He shook his head and started for the door, but he got cut off. He wanted to yell, but he couldn’t let him near JP. “Do you know who I am?”
Of course he knew. He nodded fearfully. “Good.” He stepped closer. Jared looked around the room. Jared couldn’t let another touch him; that was for his Lord alone, but couldn’t stop him either. He was a Lord, and Jared was a Servant. He wasn’t allowed to do anything to stop him.
“I have to go.” Jared said.
“Not going anywhere, Servant. Not until I get what I want.”
JP looked up and craned his neck toward the bathroom. “Am I boring you?”
He blushed bright red and shook his head. The girl was hot, and she’d been coming on strong since she walked up. “No…I just…I’m looking out for my brother.”
“Is he as cute as you?” she asked, following his eyes to the men’s room door.
“Cuter.” JP responded. He was really starting to worry now. “Excuse me.” He got about three steps before the door was bursting open and Jared was almost running toward him. “Jare?”
He shook his head, and looked like he was about to cry. “What’s wrong?”
“Home. Want to go home.” Jared said, not looking at JP.
“We can go. The car’s out front.” He reached to touch him, but Jared pulled away. “Okay. Come on.” He got them out and into the car, told the driver to head home. Jared huddled in on himself, drawing his knees up and burying his face. His body shook with sobs. “Can you tell me what happened?”
Jared wouldn’t even look up, and as soon as they got to the house, he disappeared into Jensen’s bedroom and no amount of knocking on the door was getting him to come out.
Too much, too fast. JP stormed down to his own room. He should have known better. “Fuck.” Here he was trying to help. Instead, he’d sent Jared into a fit of some kind. Jensen would never let him try again.
JP was waiting when Jensen got home, sitting on the stairs, looking angry and wounded. “Did it go okay?”
“I thought it did, then…I don’t know.”
Jensen frowned at him, handing off his jacket to Alecia as she came for it. “What happened?”
JP shrugged. “We saw the movie. When we were coming out he was a little nervous. It was getting to be late afternoon, more people around. So I took him to the men’s room. He seemed okay. He was in there a long time though, and when he came out…he looked…sick…he cried all the way home and wouldn’t talk—“
“You left him? In a public restroom? Alone?”
JP held up both hands. “He was fine. I was right outside. Well, almost right outside.”
“How long was he in there?”
“I don’t know, ten minutes?”
Jensen frowned at him. “What were you doing for ten minutes?”
JP blushed bright red. Jensen rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me, some pretty girl?” Jensen sighed and looked up the stairs. “How is he now?”
JP shook his head. “He won’t answer the door.”
“Okay. I’ll go talk to him.”
He left JP there and bounded up the stairs. He opened the door slowly, peering around it. Jared was no where to be seen. He shook his head and closed the door. “Jared?”
There was a muffled thud from the bathroom. He exhaled and headed for the bathroom. The shower was running, but there was no steam at all in the room. He moved closer. “Jared?”
He was there, in the shower, huddled into the far corner, his back to Jensen “Jared, come on out.”
He was shivering, shaking. Jensen opened the door and reached for the water. It was freezing, even though only the hot was turned on. “How long have you been in here?” Jared only shook his head in response. “Jared, answer me.”
“Please.” His voice was hoarse and he ducked his head even further. Jensen got the water turned off and reached for a towel before toeing off his shoes to step into the shower and drape the towel over Jared.
“Come on, out. Let’s get you warmed up.”
Jared wouldn’t look at him as Jensen guided him out of the shower, rubbing the towel over his freezing skin. “Please.” Jared said again, pulling away, trying to wrap the towel around himself.
“Jared, stop.” He hated the way he had to demand to get Jared to listen. “Let me get you dry and warm.” He took the towel and rubbed him down, then wrapped him in it again. “Go sit on my bed. I’ll be right there.”
He stopped to call down to the kitchen for tea, then pulled an extra blanket out of his closet. He shook it out, then wrapped it around Jared, climbing up on the bed with him.
They sat silently and waited for the tea, and when it came, Jensen held the cup while Jared tried to pretend it wasn’t there. “Jared, drink. I need to get you warm.”
He still wouldn’t look at him. Jensen was really starting to freak out. “Please tell me what happened. I can’t help if you won’t tell me.”
It was quiet for a long time, then Jared’s hand closed around the cup and he pulled it to his lips, sipping the hot tea into him. When it was half gone, he gave it back to Jensen and pulled his hand back into the blanket. “I don’t want to tell you,” he said quietly, his voice raw. He looked up, his eyes rimmed in red and bloodshot. He’d been crying hard.
“Why, Jared? Why don’t you want to tell me?”
“You’ll send me away.” Jared whispered, big tears falling from his eyes. “I am evil and I don’t deserve you, my Lord.”
Jensen ran his thumb over Jared’s cheeks, wiping at the tears. “I will never send you away, Jared. I couldn’t.” He swallowed and leaned in close. “I love you.”
Jared stiffened and pulled away. “Please. You mustn’t say such things, my Lord.”
“Jensen,” he corrected. “And I’ll say it if it’s true.” He kissed over Jared’s cheeks. “Please tell me. Did someone hurt you?”
Jared bit back a sob. “I am dirty, evil.”
Jensen started to realize. Someone had done more than hurt him. JP left him alone, wearing Servant brown pants in a public restroom. “Oh god, Jared. You aren’t. It isn’t your fault.” He was going to be sick. The thought of anyone touching him.
“I tried, my Lord. I told him I was yours. I told him.”
Jensen kissed him to make the words stop. “No…not your fault. It’s okay.”
Jared was shaking his head. “He…he was a Lord. I couldn’t stop him. He…”
“Shh…Jared, you don’t have to say it. I understand. It’s okay.” It was so far from okay, but Jensen couldn’t blame Jared. “JP shouldn’t have left you alone.”
Jared stiffened. “It wasn’t his fault. He doesn’t realize. He’s never dealt with…nobility. Other than you, my Lord. He never wore brown.”
Jensen’s stomach was twisted. Of course JP wouldn’t have realized. The boy was little more than a child, and his life before being taken by Stewart had been wrapped up in school and work. And he’d only been in training for a month or so. He hadn’t begun to get to the point of understanding what it was to be in Service.
Jensen, however, had been getting a crash course…even if it wasn’t first hand. Of course Jared couldn’t have stopped the man, not if he was a Lord. Wait. “Jared, how did you know he was a noble?”
Jared sucked in a ragged breath and shook his head. “I need to know.”
“I…had seen him before.” Jared said after a long time.
“Who was he?” Jensen turned Jared’s face to his. “I’m not angry with you Jared. I’m not going to send you away or punish you. But he doesn’t get to do this to you and not pay for it. I need to know.”
“He was…Lord Stewart’s son.” Jared whispered the words, then sobbed, curling forward into Jensen‘s lap.
He wanted to slam the door, but Jared was finally asleep, so he pulled it quietly shut and headed down the stairs. Fucking Stewarts. He was going to find him and remove his balls. Jensen slammed into his office.
It wasn’t enough that Stewart was a threat…hanging over his head, waiting for him to fail. He had to send his son along to collect early. Jared had finally told him the whole sordid mess. The younger Stewart had put Jared on his knees and forced himself into his mouth. It was over quickly, but the damage was done.
There was a knock on the door. “Come in.”
JP poked his head in. “You were in there a long time.”
Jensen nodded. Jared didn’t want JP to know. Jensen figured the kid should know, that he needed to understand why he couldn’t leave Jared alone like that. “He was pretty shaken up.” He gestured to the chair.
“Did he tell you why?”
Jensen nodded. “Yeah, he did. Jared was assaulted in the bathroom, JP.” There, just like that. JP’s face drained of color. “While you were off flirting, the fucking bastard son of that pompous ass Stewart was in the bathroom taking advantage of Jared.”
He forced himself to turn away, to calm down. It really wasn’t JP’s fault. He shouldn’t have let them go to the movies. Not yet. Not without him. Not with someone to watch over them.
“Is he…okay?”
Jensen shook his head. “I don’t know. I got him to sleep. He was petrified.” He looked over at JP. The kid was devastated.
“I…wasn’t thinking. I…”
Jensen stood and went to the window. “No one but me has ever touched him.”
“How is that possible?”
Jensen didn’t look at him. “Stewart wanted him virginal. They only used toys, and small ones at that.” It occurred to him then that that was probably not true of JP. “When he came to me, I was his first.”
“I didn’t know.”
Jensen sighed. “I take it, you were treated differently.”
“Yes.”
“Then you understand some of what Jared is feeling.” Jensen said. He turned. JP wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“I…guess. It was…hard, especially the first day…time.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken him out. He didn’t want to go.”
Jensen nodded distractedly. “Actually, I was coming home to tell you it was time to take him and go.”
JP looked up then. “Is it not getting any better?”
“No, it’s starting to. Ratings are up. But…I got a phone call this afternoon, shortly before I left. The threats have started.”
“Threats?”
“This one was mild. Told me to remember where I come from unless I want to end up going home in a box.” He shook his head. “Once Alyson’s special airs tomorrow night, it will get worse.”
“I can be ready to leave in the morning.”
“No, not now. I just spent two hours reassuring him I wouldn’t send him away.” Jensen sank slowly into his chair. He was tired. Really fucking tired. “No more leaving the grounds though. I’m having extra security added too.” He looked up at JP. “If you want out, now’s the time to leave. But Jared stays.”
“Jared stays, I stay.”
“Okay.” JP headed for the door.
“I really am sorry.”
“I know. Good night.”
The door closed and Jensen laid his head down on the desk. He’d gotten another call that afternoon. His father was furious. He’d screamed at him for almost a half an hour before Jensen managed to interject enough to quiet him. He’d asked his father about the transfer, the contract he’d demanded Jensen sign…asked him if he realized what was going to happen very soon. He’d heard his father shuffling papers, pulling out the copy he’d kept.
Quietly Jensen had directed him to page 12.
That had ended the phone call. His father’s last words had been, “I’ll get back to you.”
But Jensen knew there was nothing his father could do. Not this time.
Beside his head the desk phone buzzed for attention. He picked it up. “You don’t know how to treat your Servant, someone else will do it for you, Ackles. Better clean up your act.”
The line went dead. Jensen stared at the phone. Almost in slow motion he hung it up, then picked up the whole thing and threw it through the window and into the pool.
Title: In Service, Part 10 (Previous parts found: Part One Here, Part Two Here, Part Three Here, Part 4 Here, Part 5 here, Part 6 here, Part 7 here, Part 8 here, Part 9 Here)
Pairing/Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, OMC/Jared, Alyson Hannigan, OCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2971
Summary: JP takes Jared out to the movies, with serious consequences. Jensen starts to feel the heat of his plan.
A/Ns & Warnings: Ummm...yeah totally AU. It's...crack...No, seriously...total crack. I take great liberties with the families of the celebrities I...um...use...creating siblings, erasing siblings, aging and de-aging siblings...pretty much doing anything I want. Um...and just about anyone is game. As to Warnings: This is slave fic, dubious con to some degree...This part includes brief, off-screen non-con.
“No. I can’t.” Jared shook his head. It was unthinkable.
“I already asked Jensen, and he said it was fine.”
“But it isn’t fine, JP.”
“It’s a movie, Jared. You haven’t left this house in the month I’ve been here.”
Jared sighed and closed his eyes. JP really should understand better. “I’m not supposed to leave the house. Not without Jensen.”
“He said it was a good idea.” JP insisted, moving around so he could see Jared’s face. “He gave me money and everything.” He held up a handful of bills before shoving them in his pocket.
Jared chewed on his lower lip. Things had been weird and different with JP there, Jensen had been different. Not that Jared could begin to complain about that. It was hard to complain when Jensen told him over and over how beautiful and wonderful and talented he was…when Jensen kissed him and let him come nearly every night.
“You’re sure he said it was okay?”
JP nodded, grinning. “Told us to take the car and to enjoy ourselves.”
Jared’s heart hammered in his chest. He wanted to believe his brother, to spend time with JP like when they were younger. “We come straight home after the movie.”
“Of course.”
Jared pressed his lips together and nodded slowly. “Let me get dressed.”
“I’ll be downstairs.”
Jared wasn’t certain…but it seemed important to JP. He found his pants and pulled them on, but when he pulled his shirt on, his finger snagged in the sleeve and it ripped. All of his other shirts were being washed. He couldn’t be seen in a torn shirt. He paced around for a few minutes, then went to the closet.
He opened it and stared. Jensen had many shirts. His fingers twitched. They would be home before Jensen saw. He shook his head. He couldn’t do that. Servants had a dress code. He pressed his lips together. JP was going to get angry. He turned around and spotted the telephone. Jensen had told him he could call him anytime he needed to, but Jared had never tried.
Of course, he’d used a phone before, when he was little. He crossed to it. The number was written on a card beside the phone. Hesitantly he picked up the receiver and listened to the dial tone for a few seconds, then he poked at the numbers. The phone rang twice, then a third, and he almost hung up, then he heard Jensen’s voice. “Hello?”
“My lord…I….”
“Jared? Is everything okay?”
Jared swallowed the lump of fear in his throat. “I ripped my shirt.”
“You did what?”
Jared exhaled. “JP wants to take me to a movie.”
“I know. I told him it was a good idea.”
“I ripped my shirt. I don’t know what to do.”
Jensen sounded relieved. “It’s okay, Jared. Where something else.”
“They’re all dirty. The maid took them.”
“In my closet there are a few shirts that should fit you. Wear one of those.”
Jared drew in a breath. “Are you certain?”
He could almost hear Jensen smile. “Yes. It would make me happy.”
“Okay.” Jared was shaking. “Thank you.”
“Have fun, okay?”
“I will try.”
He took a deep breath as he hung up the phone and went back to the closet. Jensen didn’t have anything in brown, so he settle for an off white t-shirt and pulled it on. He tried to settle his stomach as he put on his sandals and headed for the door.
JP smiled at him as he came down the stairs. “Ready?”
Jared nodded. He wasn’t anywhere near ready, but he was willing to pretend. It made his brother happy.
He wasn’t quite sure what to make of the movie. It had been loud and filled with explosions. JP had liked it though, so Jared supposed he did too. He had to say he really didn’t care for the people around them though. There were too many of them. As they emerged from the theater he tried to make himself as small as possible so that they wouldn’t bump him.
He got bumped a few times and was starting to get panicky over it when JP pulled him off to the side. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
It was quieter in the bathroom. They were alone. Jared breathed a little easier. “You okay?” JP asked as he unzipped at a urinal.
Jared looked away, nodding. He couldn’t do that…just pee there were anyone could see. There were stalls though. “I’m going in there.” Jared said. JP nodded his agreement and Jared exhaled. The stall was even better. It gave him the illusion of being alone. He got situated to urinate, and heard JP say he’d be outside.
Jared took his time, not really wanting to go back out there. He heard someone go into the other stall as he finished. He flushed and went to wash his hands. He looked strange to himself in the mirror, wearing something other than the brown of his station.
The other stall opened and Jared dropped his eyes to the sink. It wouldn’t do to be seen looking at himself. “Hello Servant.”
Jared looked up, paling and backing away. He shook his head and started for the door, but he got cut off. He wanted to yell, but he couldn’t let him near JP. “Do you know who I am?”
Of course he knew. He nodded fearfully. “Good.” He stepped closer. Jared looked around the room. Jared couldn’t let another touch him; that was for his Lord alone, but couldn’t stop him either. He was a Lord, and Jared was a Servant. He wasn’t allowed to do anything to stop him.
“I have to go.” Jared said.
“Not going anywhere, Servant. Not until I get what I want.”
JP looked up and craned his neck toward the bathroom. “Am I boring you?”
He blushed bright red and shook his head. The girl was hot, and she’d been coming on strong since she walked up. “No…I just…I’m looking out for my brother.”
“Is he as cute as you?” she asked, following his eyes to the men’s room door.
“Cuter.” JP responded. He was really starting to worry now. “Excuse me.” He got about three steps before the door was bursting open and Jared was almost running toward him. “Jare?”
He shook his head, and looked like he was about to cry. “What’s wrong?”
“Home. Want to go home.” Jared said, not looking at JP.
“We can go. The car’s out front.” He reached to touch him, but Jared pulled away. “Okay. Come on.” He got them out and into the car, told the driver to head home. Jared huddled in on himself, drawing his knees up and burying his face. His body shook with sobs. “Can you tell me what happened?”
Jared wouldn’t even look up, and as soon as they got to the house, he disappeared into Jensen’s bedroom and no amount of knocking on the door was getting him to come out.
Too much, too fast. JP stormed down to his own room. He should have known better. “Fuck.” Here he was trying to help. Instead, he’d sent Jared into a fit of some kind. Jensen would never let him try again.
JP was waiting when Jensen got home, sitting on the stairs, looking angry and wounded. “Did it go okay?”
“I thought it did, then…I don’t know.”
Jensen frowned at him, handing off his jacket to Alecia as she came for it. “What happened?”
JP shrugged. “We saw the movie. When we were coming out he was a little nervous. It was getting to be late afternoon, more people around. So I took him to the men’s room. He seemed okay. He was in there a long time though, and when he came out…he looked…sick…he cried all the way home and wouldn’t talk—“
“You left him? In a public restroom? Alone?”
JP held up both hands. “He was fine. I was right outside. Well, almost right outside.”
“How long was he in there?”
“I don’t know, ten minutes?”
Jensen frowned at him. “What were you doing for ten minutes?”
JP blushed bright red. Jensen rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me, some pretty girl?” Jensen sighed and looked up the stairs. “How is he now?”
JP shook his head. “He won’t answer the door.”
“Okay. I’ll go talk to him.”
He left JP there and bounded up the stairs. He opened the door slowly, peering around it. Jared was no where to be seen. He shook his head and closed the door. “Jared?”
There was a muffled thud from the bathroom. He exhaled and headed for the bathroom. The shower was running, but there was no steam at all in the room. He moved closer. “Jared?”
He was there, in the shower, huddled into the far corner, his back to Jensen “Jared, come on out.”
He was shivering, shaking. Jensen opened the door and reached for the water. It was freezing, even though only the hot was turned on. “How long have you been in here?” Jared only shook his head in response. “Jared, answer me.”
“Please.” His voice was hoarse and he ducked his head even further. Jensen got the water turned off and reached for a towel before toeing off his shoes to step into the shower and drape the towel over Jared.
“Come on, out. Let’s get you warmed up.”
Jared wouldn’t look at him as Jensen guided him out of the shower, rubbing the towel over his freezing skin. “Please.” Jared said again, pulling away, trying to wrap the towel around himself.
“Jared, stop.” He hated the way he had to demand to get Jared to listen. “Let me get you dry and warm.” He took the towel and rubbed him down, then wrapped him in it again. “Go sit on my bed. I’ll be right there.”
He stopped to call down to the kitchen for tea, then pulled an extra blanket out of his closet. He shook it out, then wrapped it around Jared, climbing up on the bed with him.
They sat silently and waited for the tea, and when it came, Jensen held the cup while Jared tried to pretend it wasn’t there. “Jared, drink. I need to get you warm.”
He still wouldn’t look at him. Jensen was really starting to freak out. “Please tell me what happened. I can’t help if you won’t tell me.”
It was quiet for a long time, then Jared’s hand closed around the cup and he pulled it to his lips, sipping the hot tea into him. When it was half gone, he gave it back to Jensen and pulled his hand back into the blanket. “I don’t want to tell you,” he said quietly, his voice raw. He looked up, his eyes rimmed in red and bloodshot. He’d been crying hard.
“Why, Jared? Why don’t you want to tell me?”
“You’ll send me away.” Jared whispered, big tears falling from his eyes. “I am evil and I don’t deserve you, my Lord.”
Jensen ran his thumb over Jared’s cheeks, wiping at the tears. “I will never send you away, Jared. I couldn’t.” He swallowed and leaned in close. “I love you.”
Jared stiffened and pulled away. “Please. You mustn’t say such things, my Lord.”
“Jensen,” he corrected. “And I’ll say it if it’s true.” He kissed over Jared’s cheeks. “Please tell me. Did someone hurt you?”
Jared bit back a sob. “I am dirty, evil.”
Jensen started to realize. Someone had done more than hurt him. JP left him alone, wearing Servant brown pants in a public restroom. “Oh god, Jared. You aren’t. It isn’t your fault.” He was going to be sick. The thought of anyone touching him.
“I tried, my Lord. I told him I was yours. I told him.”
Jensen kissed him to make the words stop. “No…not your fault. It’s okay.”
Jared was shaking his head. “He…he was a Lord. I couldn’t stop him. He…”
“Shh…Jared, you don’t have to say it. I understand. It’s okay.” It was so far from okay, but Jensen couldn’t blame Jared. “JP shouldn’t have left you alone.”
Jared stiffened. “It wasn’t his fault. He doesn’t realize. He’s never dealt with…nobility. Other than you, my Lord. He never wore brown.”
Jensen’s stomach was twisted. Of course JP wouldn’t have realized. The boy was little more than a child, and his life before being taken by Stewart had been wrapped up in school and work. And he’d only been in training for a month or so. He hadn’t begun to get to the point of understanding what it was to be in Service.
Jensen, however, had been getting a crash course…even if it wasn’t first hand. Of course Jared couldn’t have stopped the man, not if he was a Lord. Wait. “Jared, how did you know he was a noble?”
Jared sucked in a ragged breath and shook his head. “I need to know.”
“I…had seen him before.” Jared said after a long time.
“Who was he?” Jensen turned Jared’s face to his. “I’m not angry with you Jared. I’m not going to send you away or punish you. But he doesn’t get to do this to you and not pay for it. I need to know.”
“He was…Lord Stewart’s son.” Jared whispered the words, then sobbed, curling forward into Jensen‘s lap.
He wanted to slam the door, but Jared was finally asleep, so he pulled it quietly shut and headed down the stairs. Fucking Stewarts. He was going to find him and remove his balls. Jensen slammed into his office.
It wasn’t enough that Stewart was a threat…hanging over his head, waiting for him to fail. He had to send his son along to collect early. Jared had finally told him the whole sordid mess. The younger Stewart had put Jared on his knees and forced himself into his mouth. It was over quickly, but the damage was done.
There was a knock on the door. “Come in.”
JP poked his head in. “You were in there a long time.”
Jensen nodded. Jared didn’t want JP to know. Jensen figured the kid should know, that he needed to understand why he couldn’t leave Jared alone like that. “He was pretty shaken up.” He gestured to the chair.
“Did he tell you why?”
Jensen nodded. “Yeah, he did. Jared was assaulted in the bathroom, JP.” There, just like that. JP’s face drained of color. “While you were off flirting, the fucking bastard son of that pompous ass Stewart was in the bathroom taking advantage of Jared.”
He forced himself to turn away, to calm down. It really wasn’t JP’s fault. He shouldn’t have let them go to the movies. Not yet. Not without him. Not with someone to watch over them.
“Is he…okay?”
Jensen shook his head. “I don’t know. I got him to sleep. He was petrified.” He looked over at JP. The kid was devastated.
“I…wasn’t thinking. I…”
Jensen stood and went to the window. “No one but me has ever touched him.”
“How is that possible?”
Jensen didn’t look at him. “Stewart wanted him virginal. They only used toys, and small ones at that.” It occurred to him then that that was probably not true of JP. “When he came to me, I was his first.”
“I didn’t know.”
Jensen sighed. “I take it, you were treated differently.”
“Yes.”
“Then you understand some of what Jared is feeling.” Jensen said. He turned. JP wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“I…guess. It was…hard, especially the first day…time.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken him out. He didn’t want to go.”
Jensen nodded distractedly. “Actually, I was coming home to tell you it was time to take him and go.”
JP looked up then. “Is it not getting any better?”
“No, it’s starting to. Ratings are up. But…I got a phone call this afternoon, shortly before I left. The threats have started.”
“Threats?”
“This one was mild. Told me to remember where I come from unless I want to end up going home in a box.” He shook his head. “Once Alyson’s special airs tomorrow night, it will get worse.”
“I can be ready to leave in the morning.”
“No, not now. I just spent two hours reassuring him I wouldn’t send him away.” Jensen sank slowly into his chair. He was tired. Really fucking tired. “No more leaving the grounds though. I’m having extra security added too.” He looked up at JP. “If you want out, now’s the time to leave. But Jared stays.”
“Jared stays, I stay.”
“Okay.” JP headed for the door.
“I really am sorry.”
“I know. Good night.”
The door closed and Jensen laid his head down on the desk. He’d gotten another call that afternoon. His father was furious. He’d screamed at him for almost a half an hour before Jensen managed to interject enough to quiet him. He’d asked his father about the transfer, the contract he’d demanded Jensen sign…asked him if he realized what was going to happen very soon. He’d heard his father shuffling papers, pulling out the copy he’d kept.
Quietly Jensen had directed him to page 12.
That had ended the phone call. His father’s last words had been, “I’ll get back to you.”
But Jensen knew there was nothing his father could do. Not this time.
Beside his head the desk phone buzzed for attention. He picked it up. “You don’t know how to treat your Servant, someone else will do it for you, Ackles. Better clean up your act.”
The line went dead. Jensen stared at the phone. Almost in slow motion he hung it up, then picked up the whole thing and threw it through the window and into the pool.
