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mangacat201Dark Knight's Heir
Author: Mangacat
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, others
Rating: R - NC-17
Parts: 9/20+
Word Count: 2400/60k+
Disclaimer: I totally wanna own them... cough sadly that's not possible, nor is getting paid for this. I'll have fun and they're not going to get hurt … much. Promise.
Warnings: Erm, m/m sex, violence, language, gore (i.e. epic battle of the good against the bad), het sex (OMG), character death (minor).
Masterpost
A/N: Notice the Castlist that will be set up soon on the bottom of this post, featuring all the cast-pics that are open up to now and being regularly updated as we go along, please comment on Birdie's extraordinary work!!!
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He was sure that the two young men were on their way to the dungeons (as the training rooms were called.) Jeff put some finishing touches on the poison he'd concocted once again. He thought about the boy that had been thrown into their midst by chance, and who was supposed to save the entire city – Jared hadn't even thought about if he wanted to fight at their side. But Jeff was sure once he had learned to use his knowledge and honed his skills, (and he would be learning fast.) he'd fall into place easily enough. Jensen was well aware of the imperative that lay down that road. Yet, Jeff almost chuckled at the way his Second plundered around the Heir like a schoolboy with a crush and he wondered if Jared had caught on yet. They would be a good match, if they had time to grow closer to each other. He was well aware that he’d sent Jensen in there unprepared for the force that was Helsing blood, but he had done well and he was continuing to do so. Without warning, a shudder ran down his spine, and he shook his shoulders loose instantly afterwards. In his mind he debated if he could leave his duties long enough to go out now, but he decided that getting called up like that wasn't good manners, so he wouldn't bother to respond. Let her stir and stew in her own juices for a bit. It was after all a well known game for both of them, so he knew she wouldn't mind the challenge. Still, she'd been quiet lately, so he was wary of the plot and nooks she'd come up with in the meantime. Either way, he'd find out soon enough. Jeff went back to work, the woman of his fate always in the back of his mind, beckoning him.
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Jared gaped at the room in front of him. Its ceiling was even higher than the ones he'd already seen here in the caves, (with the exception of the Marketplace,) and the light seemed dim and gloomy; the shadows in here were somehow more solid than elsewhere. The walls were grey speckled stone, but, in addition, they bore a lot of what looked like scorch marks and nicks, where the stone had splintered in tiny fractures. Only about three feet of the outer edge of the stone floor was visible, the rest of the spacious hall was decked out with mats that looked entirely out of place in this apparent replica of a medieval-torture-chamber.
On one side of the room was Chris, standing half turned away from the doorway. He appeared to be bandaging his hands. He wore only a pair of sweats, and the bronze skin of his upper body gleamed in the dim torchlight. They'd hardly crossed the threshold when he turned around, his eyes meeting Jared's head on. The tall young man couldn't help raking his gaze down the lithe body once, over his smooth chest and strong legs and up again to the face.
“See something interesting, cub?”
Jared had the decency to blush at being caught out staring, but his filthy little mouth let his actual thoughts out before he could stop it.
“I, no, I thought you'd be... well... hairier.”
Jensen, who'd strolled into the room as if he did it everyday, (which was probably the case.) stopped dead in his tracks and Chris's eyes darkened to the point of horrible fierceness, making Jared cringe. Before he could back-paddle however, Chris had taken action. His body was propelled forward by a mighty leap that brought him directly under Jared's nose, his features changing from handsome to predatory, silvery grey fur sprouting everywhere, teeth elongating, and his eyes turning bright amber in the fraction of a second. His powerful jaw snapped closed half an inch from Jared's throat, making him jump, then in the next moment a completely normal, ordinarily-shaped man stood there again, with his nose almost brushing Jared’s chin. Jared stood there, too shocked even to process the event properly, much less fall into a full-throttle freak out.
“That hairy enough for you?”
The tall brunet nodded mutely, and Chris turned around to Jensen, glaring at him reproachfully. The other man just shrugged helplessly and moved to get his training gear.
Jared gulped and berated his own thoughtless mouth that just didn't seem to want to shut up. And instead of trying to salvage whatever was left to impress with after their first meeting in the hall, here he stood, challenging Chris once again, in the worst possible way. He’d known the guy was dangerous, known that he had a bad temper from the very first seconds he'd met him, and yet instead of backing down and standing back, he was apparently intent on riling him up. He was a little, unimportant, office drone, working out a bit as a hobby, and after his completely unremarkable life hadn't even let him be a spectator in a bar brawl, and he found himself questioning his sanity seriously for the very first time since this thing had started. Monsters, mysterious powers, magical swords and underground societies he could believe, he'd SEEN proof after all. But he definitely hadn't turned into Batman overnight, so where the fuck had he gotten the balls from to be challenging a fricking werewolf?
Due to his internal search of character, he had missed that Jensen had shed his sword and shirt and was putting on bandages as well, while Chris muttered something that sounded like “right prat, just like all of 'em” and, boy, his eyes became riveted once again on the gorgeous man in front of him and the weaving patterns covering his skin. He tried to berate himself for it, since he’d never been one to stray from his partners like that, not even for this kind of eye-fucking, and he was engaged now for heaven's sake. It seemed as if these surroundings didn't only twist his usual perceptions around, but also made everything on the outside fade and become unimportant. Jared tried to hold onto that thought, defense against this strange new world, and these extraordinary people crawling under his skin – literally – but it looked as if he really wouldn't stand a chance.
He watched as Jensen and Chris stopped in the center of the mats and faced off against each other. Then something unexpected happened: Jensen closed his eyes and relaxed his stance, so that he was standing there, feet slightly parted, arms hanging – completely open and vulnerable to Chris, who started to circle the other man with stealthy, noiseless movements. Jensen didn't move a muscle, only his eyelids would twitch occasionally, but he didn't open them or let on that he had any idea where Chris was - where he would be coming from, should he decide to attack. Then Jared's breath caught in a gasp as he watched Chris drop suddenly and spin in a sharp twist, suspended on one leg and one hand to hook the other leg behind Jensen's knee in a move that looked like it could uproot a tree. Any normal person would have been felled like one, but instead of wobbling or stumbling, Jensen shifted the weight from his attacked leg and let himself fall backwards into a roll that brought him out of reach and up again in seconds, facing in Chris’s direction, eyes still confidently closed. His stance was tense now though, arms raised, clearly anticipating an attack. Chris didn't let him wait long for it, either. He took a leap that turned into a half spin that would have smashed his raised arm into Jensen's skull from the side, but the other man reacted quickly enough to block it.
Now the game was definitely on, and the blows, kicks and spins rained faster than Jared could really see as the two men moved through the spacious room. He noticed that Chris’s eyes also seemed have slipped closed, and they looked more as if they were locked in a dance than a fight. Most of the blows didn't even hit the intended target, for the simple reason that they either slipped from under each other with practised ease or deflected the hits to leave the least possible contact and damage. Jared was fascinated, for he had watched his fair share of movies, (Come on! No boy gets through adolescent life without seeing Karate Kid at least once,), but he had never seen a hand to hand fight live and up close like this. After a couple of minutes of watching, he noticed something rather more disconcerting. He hadn’t only begun to follow the moves as if someone had considerably slowed down time to give him the opportunity, he’d started anticipating what would follow next. Even his muscles were tensing in anticipation of a blow that wasn't coming his way, or a block that would have deflected anything but thin air in his case. Still it wasn't happening on that kind of conscious level where he could actually grasp the concept, it was more like... muscle memory, which made even less sense, since that only generated from actions performed so often that they became automatic.
Either way, he watched as Chris retaliated to a vicious uppercut by Jensen by blocking his arm to miss his head by inches, aiming his fist low in return to try and catch Jensen vulnerable in the ribcage or abdomen. The other man avoided the blow by twisting to the side sharply, in a way that made Jared's flanks flutter in sympathy – that had looked like a pulled muscle or two, but Jensen didn't even pause, he used the momentum of Chris shoving away his arm to bring it down onto the other man's shoulder with a sickening crunch that marked the first real hit in the match. Chris looked severely pissed off at that, but he didn't pause and roll the shoulder that must have been smarting quite a bit. He took a leap back that brought him tantalizingly close to Jared's current spot at the wall, but when Jensen followed promptly, he darted forward again, a right hook aimed for Jensen's jaw. The other man deflected to the right and brought his left hand down with the edge of his hand aimed for Chris' neck in a move that was designed to knock him out. And it probably would have had Chris not stepped out of the way in time. In turn, he let Jensen come at him again, his fist darting like a snake, and Jared somehow felt the muscles in his legs and back clench as if he were trying to jump and stay still at the same time. He had a split second to notice that Chris hadn't blocked Jensen the way he had done before, but followed his movement, taking Jensen's arm. He used Jensen's own momentum to overbalance him and used Jensen's fist as an extension of his own blow – headed directly for Jared's face. Jared took in Jensen's stunned expression as his own move made it impossible to change direction in time. However, he was even more stunned himself when he found his arm drawing up in a fraction of a second – seemingly without taking the detour through his brain for approval – stopping Jensen's fist in a crushing grip only two inches in front of his face.
Jared felt everything grind to a terrible halt, and as if he'd taken a turn out of his own body, he felt his vision slide sideways. When he took in Jensen's widened, fearful eyes, they were shining like a beacon of blue lightning that began to crack along his skin as well, reaching out and dancing over Jared's knuckles a moment later. He took in the designs flickering on Jensen's skin, different from when he had first seen them, ever changing, fluctuating and flowing on his skin like projected images. Jared felt his vision tinge with Jensen's vicious lightning blue, and his wrists began to ache in the way he had discovered only a day before, but he couldn't break his grip even if he had wanted to. Truth was, he didn't, not really. Because the current passing through them, over his skin, sinking into his flesh... it was that familiar thrum of power that set into his bones, winding through channels it had dug before, more a reconciliation than an invasion. He felt the slip in his mind that tugged him down into a vortex of images that slowly dwindled down to a single set. A boy, in his early teens, all lanky and coltish, sitting next to a girl who was similar, sharing a little glance, then heads bowed slightly to each other, a first tentative touch of lips, then a bolder press and slide until they separated again with half an inch between them, locking eyes for a moment.
He came back to himself, and the feeling of disconnection with a slight gasp, and the fusion of skin to skin was no longer. For the first time, he became aware of the bright whiteness wrapped around parts of the crackling blue, and he got a glimpse on the distinctive form of the lithe predator for a moment, before he blinked and something behind his eyes clicked back in. When he opened his eyes again, he saw only the unmoving picture of the two men in front of him, strangely muted in the flimsy torchlight, before his eyes rolled up into his head and everything blanked out to black. 
Chapter ten
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Date: 2009-11-12 10:43 am (UTC)You know where my GLEEE and my SQUEE comes from *drools* YAY!!! So I can make a pimping art post now! YAY!
*hugs* awesome, kitten, awesome!
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Date: 2009-11-12 07:02 pm (UTC)Great fight scene, I really liked how you summoned the picture of a fluent dancelike exchange of blows (or lack thereof) :)
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Date: 2009-11-12 10:15 pm (UTC)Cat
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Date: 2009-11-12 11:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-11-13 08:07 am (UTC)More coming soon, meanwhile you'll have to make do with oggling the castlist *drools*
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Date: 2009-11-16 04:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-01-16 06:00 pm (UTC)And Jensen has new markings on his skin~interesting!!!
Another awesome chapter, my dear!
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Date: 2010-01-16 07:19 pm (UTC)Cat
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Date: 2010-04-04 10:19 pm (UTC)The interactions between Jared and Chris
are hilarious, in the most nerve wraking way!
*appludes* for the perfect building sexual
tension between J2 -I was disappointed Jeff
hadn't told Jared the Truth about Tom in the last chapter... This
Is much hotter!
Brilliant story, really loving it.
Birdies art is just WOW, truly beautiful and
Fit with your fic perfectly!
Xxx
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Date: 2010-04-05 08:36 pm (UTC)cat