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Claymore 1/1

Part 1A

Jensen undressed slowly, relishing in being able to peel away the sweaty clothing from his body after a day of hard work. The shower they had out here was barely more than a bucket that had to be tipped with a string, and the water pressure was abysmal, but after a day in the heat, the sand and being on his knees or hunched over some sort of equipment all the time, it still felt like heaven. While the lukewarm water ran in lazy rivulets over his body, he thought about what he’d seen from Padalecki in the last week. Rookie he might be, but he had shown some solid skills in ground work on his probation time, and Jensen was beginning to think that it was time to put him in front of a few more challenging patches. The only thing that had kept him from it so far was the fact that the kid was clearly gunning for some action, and while zeal was important for any job, it was downright dangerous to be too enthusiastic about something in their line of work. It made you fast, reckless, and, worst of all, sloppy. Jensen rubbed the grit from his arms while his thoughts veered in a completely different direction. He had thought that it would be difficult to deal with Padalecki from the moment he’d first laid eyes on him; what he hadn’t counted on was how easy it actually was. In their downtimes, they’d hit it off like a house on fire, and even their differences and ranks set aside, he felt that he was in genuinely good company. Jensen had a few really close friends in his life, two of whom had followed his crazy idea of enlisting and coming out here with him, but still, he had known Chris and Steve for half their lives. This budding thing with Jared was this… instant connection that went beyond mere lust at first sight and became the kind of understanding you’d be lucky to find in most lasting friendships. Things were hot and cold between them at a pace that made his head spin, and Jensen had no idea how to deal with that.

“Hey, Claymore, are you… oh shit, sorry, when the guys said you were back here, I thought…. I… I’ll go.”

Jared stood there with what felt like a foot in the air, frozen in the motion to turn around, but unable to move. The words deserted him when he found himself taking in the breathtaking display. The shower partition was only chest-high, so he had an unobstructed view onto a magnificent back where Jensen stood with his head bent under the spray. The water droplets on his muscular arms glistened in the sinking sun like diamonds, highlighting the freckles that were scattered all over the slightly tanned skin. Before Jared could recover all his blood that had been rushing south just a moment ago, he became aware of the piercing eyes that were narrowed at him from a half-turned face, eyes that had caught him out and out staring. Jared thought for a moment that the corner of Jensen’s mouth twitched at the notion, but he was startled out of his reverie by a barked reply.

“What, Padalecki? Out with it, or go, but there’s nothing here you haven’t seen before, no reason to stand there like a star-struck teenage girl.”

Only when Jared’s jaw snapped closed with a painful click did he notice that he’d been standing there catching flies for at least ten seconds. To spare himself further embarrassment, he fumbled for words.

“Uhm… I… sir, I just wanted to… I mean… no, nevermind, I’ll just…”

“You’re going to run with me all day tomorrow, and we’ll do one of the hard patches. If you pull through, I’m putting you on your next assignment day after tomorrow. That what you were about to ask?”

“I… uhm… what? How did you know, I mean… hell, forget it, done,… Sir.”

Now a vicious smirk played around Claymore’s lips for real.

“Right, relax, kiddo. Go on, lemme finish up here, will you? Water’s not going to run forever.”

Jared nodded awkwardly and finally found himself able to move. He turned around and got some distance between himself and his commanding officer, before he got them both into some deep shit and jumped him. All the while his mind couldn’t help but play the moment over and over again. He was so fucked.

Jensen checked his tools separately before he put them all together in his kit in a meticulous fashion. He never went out for the day without rechecking everything at least twice. Some might call it OCD, he called it survival instinct. Looking out over the rocky terrain in front of him, he mentally mapped out the stretch he wanted to work on now. Most of the stuff around here was predictable enough, once you’d dug it up, but there were still some very dangerous IED’s out there, and once it was cooked off the books, even a very experienced tech could be out of his depth. It was the one thing that made his gut twist in an uncomfortable way. However, he couldn’t think about that too often, so he made today all about getting to know what the rookie had learned in the last month. Jensen looked up and spotted Padalecki gearing up just a few feet across.

“Ready to go?”

The kid nodded with a solemn face and fixed the straps of his pack.

“Alright guys, let’s roll then.”

~*~

The day was winding down at last, and Jared was grateful for the dusky light that meant they wouldn’t be out working for much more than an hour tops. Temperature was still from hell, and the sun glared down from the western sky like a fiery red ball, but night fell fast here in the desert, and they couldn’t risk working in less than perfect conditions. The sluggish, brown of the rocks had been tinged with an orange hue, which made the sight around him almost beautiful, but he was too aware of what he had been doing the whole day - and with whom - to appreciate it properly. Claymore had been supervising him the whole day, with a stony face that gave absolutely nothing away about how Jared had been doing, and frankly it set his teeth on edge. He’d held his tongue though, because he figured that mouthing off or fishing for compliments wouldn’t do him any good anyway. Morosely, he poked the next patch of the grid in front of him, and still felt a small thrill when he met resistance about an inch down in the loose sand. He dug cautiously and freed a cylinder about five inches in diameter. Jared instantly recognized the type, it was an anti-personnel mine that was relatively simple to disarm – once you’d dug it out of the sand completely without triggering the pressure switch and popped the cap on the bottom. Carefully, he deepened the hole and shoved more sand up into a little heap on the side. Once he was sure that he could lift it out of the ground without jostling it too much, he put his hand on opposite sides of the rim and twisted slowly upwards. Jared hadn’t lifted the mine even half an inch when something struck him as odd. He’d handled these things countless times, and this one felt a lot heavier than it was supposed to. Also, the bottom part, that was coming free slowly of the sand, had a slightly different shape than he’d been expecting. Jared stopped cold when he realized that he didn’t have one of the factory models on his hands here. This was the tuned version, and thus completely unpredictable.

Jensen had been picking his way through his grid diligently, when a bout of dread suddenly made his stomach sink. It happened a split second before he could process that Padalecki, whom he’d been watching out of the corner of his eye, suddenly froze mid-motion for no apparent reason.

“Hey, Claymore, come over here for a sec, I think I got some improvised shit on my hands. Literally.”

The dread turned into a cold clump of fear. The improvised explosive devices were the most dangerous ones, because it was impossible to gauge how much damage they could do. Often, they were outfitted with trick mechanisms and extra circuits that made them react badly to disarming measures. They were designed to kill the people responsible for disabling them. Jensen took a deep breath, buried his anguish and slowly made his way over to Jared’s position. The young man was hunched over the device in his hands, so Jensen had to kneel in front of him to be able to look at it. The exterior looked harmless enough at first glance, but since he knew what he was looking for, Jensen instantly spotted the scratches and tool traces on the shell, that indicated that it had been tampered with. He exhaled sharply and straightened to put a radio call through back to the camp.

“Alpha here, guys we have a serious problem. Possible Code Black, I repeat, Code Black. Send the available units up here asap. Our exact position is Cell E, Grid 348 dash B. Make this quick, boys.”

A faint ‘Copy that, Sarge’ crackled over the radio static, and only then could Jensen bring himself to concentrate again on the situation at hand.

“Claymore, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think we have time to wait for backup. I have no idea how stable this shit is, but if it’s really home-cooked I’m not sitting here until they get their fat asses up the hill.”

“Padalecki, you know that there may be a balance switch inside. You’re not going anywhere, until we know that you won’t burn your fingers on the stove once you move the pot.”

Jensen could hear the smile in Jared’s voice when he answered without looking up.

“Awww, there I thought you didn’t care about my ‘candy-nipping paws’, was it?”

“I care more for your running mouth, bitch, but I’d rather you stay in touch with all of your vital parts until further notice.”

Jared knew that Jensen was just mouthing off, because they were in a serious tight spot here, but the banter helped considerably to calm his frazzled nerves and focus his mind again on the task at hand. He hadn’t really encountered IED’s outside of training conditions yet, but there were a few things to be learned about them nonetheless, and one of them was that the bad guys who made them often put markers on them, to to be able to identify them and avoid being blown up by their own shit. If he was able to find those, and figure out what they meant, he’d have a way to circumvent the tricks and disarm this little bugger, before it blew up in his face. Jared studied the outer shell for any distinct signs and suddenly narrowed his eyes at a small spot on the side that glinted in the rays of the sinking sun. It was a little, reflective sticker that would normally only excite kids up to the age of five, and it was totally out of place here. Jared’s thoughts were running at 80 mph to figure out what it could mean, when a light suddenly went off inside his head, and he was sure he had the answer.

“I got it. It’s a photosensitive trigger.”

“What? How do you know that?”

“There’s a marker on the outside, I’m sure that’s what it means.”

“You can’t know for sure; we can’t take the risk. Let me take over.”

Jared bristled at the thought, but he reigned himself in, aware that Jensen had a lot more experience, and that, technically, this kind of defiance could get him into some deep crap if he got out of this in one piece, but he was sure, and he wasn’t going to sit here waiting for another agonizing ten minutes, when he could disarm this thing and be done with it in three.

“No, I can do it. I know that I can reach the photocell and disconnect it; I’ve seen it done before. I just have to find a way…”

“You’re going to do no such thing. How do you think you’d be able to shield the cell while you’re working? One glint of light inside the box, and you’re done – if you’re even right about the photosensitivity.”

“Just, step out of the perimeter, and I’ll figure something out.”

“I’m not going to… Padalecki, if you do something reckless, I will have your hide, and I’m sure as hell not going anywhere right now.”

An idea shot through Jared’s head all of a sudden.

“Well, then at least take a step to the left, so you got your back to the sun, man.”

When Jensen’s shadow fell over him in a long stretch, Jared was reasonably sure that combined with the shade his own body provided, it would be dark enough to at least take a look. He shivered at the thought of what could have happened if he’d lifted the mine and turned it around to disable it without noticing… he pushed the feeling down and concentrated on the task at hand.

Jensen couldn’t believe that this moron was going bump his way through this situation like that, but their backup would arrive soon, and there was no chance doing anything until then, because any jostling might blow it up, regardless of the triggers.

“I can see the opening, and there's a glint in there that could be the photo cell. If I can cut that from the circuit, I’m sure I can open it up to cut the main core.”

“You can’t…”

“I have to; this is unstable. I can feel it in my bones.”

Before Jensen could move or say something, Padalecki had moved one hand to his belt, supporting the mine in the same position with his other. He reached for a tool and poked something through a small opening on the underside of the plastic casing. His heart thundered in his ears, but he didn’t dare make a move, since any movement could be wrong right now. Padalecki let out a small cry of triumph when nothing happened for a few seconds. A latch clicked, and the bottom slid harmlessly down onto the ground. Jensen could see that the mechanism inside was fairly straightforward and could be disarmed with little trouble,, but once Padalecki had carefully tied up that loose end and let go of the device, the adrenaline washed back through his system with a vengeance, and he grabbed the younger man by the scruff of his neck to drag him up and away from the site.

Jared knew he was grinning like a loon, despite the vice-like grip on his neck, and the fact that his superior was probably going to rip him a new one for that, but he had made the right call, he’d done it and he was still here, stumbling away from his greatest feat of the day, still in one piece.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing there?”

Claymore had ripped off his helmet and part of his protective shield in front of his face to be able to level Jared with a glare that would have burnt lesser men to ash.

“Defying me like that and taking a RISK like that! This can’t happen in our line of work, do you hear me?”

Jared couldn’t help but talk back.

“But you gotta admit, that was pretty cool there, eh?”

Jensen looked murderous for a moment, as if he was about to take a swing at Jared, but he didn’t get to finish his thought.

All of a sudden, an explosion rocked the ground, and the blast threw them off their feet and sent them rolling down the hillside in a tangled mess, until they were stopped by a couple of bushes, ten or fifteen feet down.

Later…

Jared woke up with a terrible headache, and what felt like a full body bruise. Their field medic had told him that he’d been incredibly lucky not to have broken anything besides his rather gigantic ego, and that he was to report to Sgt. Ackles’ quarters as soon as soon as he could stand, which should be any minute now. Jared groaned but got to his feet a few moments later. Apart from a few scratches, a lot of colourful bruises, and a deeper laceration on his ribs that had required a couple of stitches, he was indeed fine.

When he entered Jensen’s tent, he found the other man only dressed in his fatigue pants and open boots, leaning against the tent pole with his arms crossed. His eyes were stone cold though and clouded with the impending storm. Jared opted not to say anything and instead stayed loose and relaxed, waiting for that swing he’d had coming.

“You know what you did out there was foolish, reckless, let’s not forget completely insubordinate.”

“I know, but….”

“I’m not finished yet. You could have just as easily gotten yourself killed, you just. got. LUCKY, do you understand?”

Jared’s first instinct was to bow his head and grovel before Jensen, but the impulse was overcome a second later by a much stronger emotion – rebellion.

“But you don’t understand. I knew I could do it!”

“That’s not the point, damn it! the point is that I’m responsible for keeping your damn ass out of trouble out there, but that only works if you trust me, and listen to my fucking orders.”

Jensen narrowed his eyes dangerously and advanced on Jared in a way that made him forget all about the fact that he had several inches on the Sergeant. Still, he wasn’t prepared to back down.

“I know it was fricking dangerous, but guess what, our job always is. But this was my opportunity to show you that I can pull my weight around here just like everybody else. God dammit, I was just trying to prove that I’m worthy.”

Jensen’s eyes flashed at his words, and Jared braced himself for the verbal assault – or the punch – that was sure to follow, but what actually happened caught him completely off guard. Jensen surged up, grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck in a vicious grip and dragged him down to crush their lips together in a way that made Jared’s head spin. He had no chance to get his footing back, before Jensen’s tongue invaded his mouth, and his hands roamed all over his body, tugging his sweat soaked shirt out of his pants savagely, almost ripping off the bandage that was covering Jared’s stitches. Jensen barely took his mouth off long enough to drag the t-shirt over Jared’s head and bury his fingers possessively against his chest. Jared hissed at the rough treatment, but was distracted a moment later, when Jensen leaned down to attend to one of his nipples, tugging with his teeth and sucking around it at the same time. Jared finally came halfway to his senses, when he felt that same hand on the waistband of his pants.

“No… wait, wha… we should… n’t…”

“Shut. Up.”

The tone lashed right through Jared’s system, his jaw clacked with an audible snap, and his knees buckled obediently when Jensen pushed against his shoulders to make him sit down sideways on the sleeping cot, with his chest bare, and his pants hanging open.

“Don’t you. Dare. Move.”

Jared stayed completely still, save for his heavy breathing, as he watched Jensen toe off his boots and slide down his pants with frantic movements, until he stood there flushed, gloriously naked and very hard.

Jared just stared unabashedly for a minute and Jensen let him, knowing exactly what kind of sight he made. Then he stepped forward, parting his legs slightly to accommodate Jared’s knees between his, which put a very important part of his anatomy right into Jared’s face. Jensen looked down at him through his lashes and smirked, followed by a sharp jerk of his head. The order was unmistakable, but this time, Jared was only too happy to oblige, even though there was a tiny voice in the back of his head chanting about how very much this SHOULD NOT be happening. But the heavy weight on his tongue said otherwise, and Jared silenced the distracting noise in his mind to enjoy whatever he could get from Jensen right then. And he sure enjoyed making the other man hiss and tremble, but he was also so engrossed in his endeavour that he missed the snick of a tube and the fact that Jensen put one hand on his shoulder for support, but the other behind his back. He did however notice when Jensen shoved him back suddenly, kneeling down with his legs on either side of Jared’s thighs; sinking down onto his lap and taking him inside with one smooth relentless stroke.

The move caught him unawares, made his eyes roll up into his head and it was all he could do to grit his teeth to prevent the scream that would have made the whole camp come running from leaving his mouth. When he opened his eyes again, Jensen was right in front of him in a quite similar state, jaw locked, eyes screwed shut and breathing heavily. Jared could barely get it together enough to open his mouth, but he had to ask.

“You… you… alright?”

Jensen’s nostrils flared, and he opened his eyes to glare at Jared.

“Just… gimme a minute,… been some…time.”

Jared nodded wordlessly and put one of his hands onto Jensen’s shoulder for support while the other fell down to get a good grip on his ass, which in turn made Jensen groan deeply. He started moving his hips in sensuous circles, never moving off Jared’s lap more than half an inch, but the feeling of tight heat around him, and sweat slicked skin sliding against him was a kind of sweet torture that Jared hadn’t felt in too long. His hand on Jensen’s ass tightened, the other falling down to Jensen’s hips with a strong grip, and he lifted him off, only to bring him back down in a deep thrust, making Jensen hiss and pant as he did it again and again. They had to keep the pace agonizingly slow, because the cot was barely sturdy enough to take their combined weight, let alone the frantic pounding that both of them were longing for. Nevertheless, Jared managed to shift the angle, until he was sure that he was hitting Jensen’s prostate more often than not, and promptly got his reward as Jensen fisted the chain that held his dog-tags and dragged him close to attack his lips with a biting kiss that drowned their groans in their mouths.

Their frantic kissing trapped Jensen’s cock between their stomachs, giving it just the amount of friction that was needed to unravel the lust that had been coiling inside him for a long time now. The shock of his climax rushed through him without further warning, taut tension snapping through his muscles, and he barely had time to sink his teeth into Jared’s shoulder to keep from screaming himself hoarse. Jared jerked under him from the pain of the bite, and there sure were going to be finger-shaped bruises on his hips after this, but it was well worth it to feel Jared come undone inside him after a few more stuttering thrusts. When they came down slowly, still locked in an embrace that made their heaving breaths mingle, Jensen found his voice again.

“If you ever do something stupid like that again, I’m going to kill you myself.”

Jared took a couple of deep breaths before answering with a smirk.

“Well, I’m going to do plenty of stupid things if you promise to do this instead.”

Jensen glared at him with a hard glint in his eyes.

“I’m serious, Padalecki, one more stunt like this, and you’re done. Now, get up and presentable, we got work to do.”

Jared smiled, because, while the look in Jensen’s eyes was dead serious, he could see the grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. They were alive, well as can be, satisfied and he thought that they might even have a future ahead of them if he had any say in it. It couldn’t get much better than that.

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This was fantastic. I loved your descriptions of the scenery and the bomb that Jared held in his hand and how both of them were lucky that they survuved. The ending was delicious.
Thanks for sharing.

My pleasure entirely. Glad that you liked the scenery, was my first inspiration. *g*
Cat

Sequel or timestamp? Please?

WHOOT? You've barely finished this one! You guys are killing me. *lol*
Cat

*fans self* Wow! That was....*brain offline*

Sequel? More? Something?! XD

*lol* I love it when people spraz out. Gosh, do you know how many verses I could start just now? I'll think about it, but big bang first, alrighty?
Cat

This was amazing and I enjoyed it immensely. Thx for writing!

Thank you! i'm glad you like!
Cat

OMG! YEAH! You did it!!!!

I love this! Love the way Jared and Jensen both have an instant attraction/connection. Love how Jensen knows Jared will have to prove himself eventually but just doesn't know how he will, and man when Jared does, he goes all out :P

Love the way Jensen takes charge in his tent too :P Seriously hot!

Loved it hon! *hugs*

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeee... *happy dance*
Cat

PS: Now I need Band!fic. How the hell am I going to get BANDFIC?

OMG! I love band fics!!!!!

I still haven't even looked at my AU bingo yet... other than knowing I want to do all J2 :P I can't wait!!!!

OMG... ou_peachus just posted a prompt-line about two dueling cellists. FUCK. I think I'll have to do that. FUCK. There's going to be porn again. why brain oh why...
Cat

Wait... why no porn? You're supposed to say "Yeah porn!!!!!!!" :P

Or maybe that's just me...

Yes, yes, of course... but seriously, I've never written so much porn in such a short time (some bug must have bitten me) Well, this will be tame compared to the other recent stuff, but man, if I manage to put it into the keys the way it's in my head... *glomps* I wanna write. Why do I have to go to that workshop, I wanna write.
Ah well... watch out for the cellists then, I intend to wrap that one up quickly.
Cat

*chants* Cellist porn! Cellist porn!!

:P Tee hee hee... a porn bug.... someone sooo needs to write a story about someone getting bitten by a porn bug!!! OH! J2 in Space!!!! they could so get bitten by a porn bug! The bug made us do it!!! Muhwahahahh!

MAWEHAWEHEWAHweawea... you should try reading zuben_eschmali's Out of the Dark!Verse (I think that's what it's called, she did it for hc_bingo... because I made her *lol*) there's sex pollen on foreign planets. Really fricking close.
Cat

I did read it! LOL! Maybe that's why I'm thinking about it... and I adore the fact that she seems to like J2 In Space*echo* as much as I do...

Which reminds me I need to work on my 3 Musketeers remake (In Space*echos*) :P

Oh RIGHT, I told you about that before, didn't I? Totally only remembered that now. Well, I have to say, I didn't get past the first couple of parts (shame on me) because I didn't get a lot of reading lately period. But I seem well on my way to top last year's total word count in the first quarter of this one, strange as it is. I really really have to find out what it is about New Year's resolutions. Hum.

3 Musketeers?? IN SPACE? LoL, I'll totally take it (also the original) cause they assaulting it with a remake this year AGAIN. Or so I hear. I'd much rather take the musical.
Anyway, *thumbs up* for hunter's writing endeavours.
Cat

This was so incredibly intense! Very tight writing as always and I really enjoyed the switching pov. I loved getting a glimpse into both of their heads. The ending was unexpected and wonderful!

Thank you! I'm glad that you like the style... I've only just started to really delve into that and the fact that you feel it even though I wrote most of this sometime last year made me really happy! Yay. *dances*
Cat

Oh and you didn't caught your tail in a knot little kitty?
I don't know how you manage to write this unscratched, i just have to bite my own finger for less than that . ^^

beautiful. As ever.

kiss hun.

*lol* If it wasn't seven in the morning on a Saturday I would be screaming the house down, you made me laugh so hard.
I think I get what you want to say and i have to answer - two reasons.

1) I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.

2) I do not think about it.

MWAHEwaehaewhewa... thanks for the comment, dear!
Cat

That was great. I think you should write more of this for us.

*nods*

Thank you! Maybe I will, not sure yet. If anything more comes to mind, most definitely.
Cat

PS: LOVE the icon *lol*

Mine! *grabs*
Dear god, you are really great at giving my stuff away these days ;)
Well, better late than never eh? You needed that dom/sub mojo before finishing up here hehehe.

ALL YOURS, ONLY YOURS BABE!
And yes I did. I mean, the scene as it is was in my head from the beginning, but I didn't have the means to write it, strange as it sounds. But it turned out waaaay better this way. *lol*
Cat

Oh, that was fab! Love the descriptions of the environment and the suspense when Jared found the home-made device. I really liked that the guys felt like real people. :) (the sex was hot too ;))

Wow... that's a seriously awesome comment! I'm really surprised how people keep commenting on the atmospheric, but it makes me totally happy. YAY. thanks for r&r.
Cat

Finally read this! I have just one thing to say - I wish it was longer! I wanted this to be a loooooong story! I would have loved to read that! :-)

*lol* thank you! Unfortunately it was a spur of the moment plot that never really got past what you see here (and I wouldn't have been able to write it if it had...) but they WILL be going on blowing stuff up and having hot man!sex. And I have no idea how I'll be able to write stuff like that after meeting them for real. EEEKS. better write a lot in advance. *lol*
Cat

That was awesome. Your descriptions were great, and the sex was hot! I wish there were more stories with the boys as active military.

Wow... thank you! *blush* yeah, it's the dog tag thing, isn't? Or the sweat thing... or the shit blowing up. *sigh*
Cat

Great setting for them, I liked all the issues that were involved in this particular story. I'm surprised I haven't seen more stories of both in the military because there are a lot of possibilities there and the series already puts some of them in play.

Oh thanks, I wasn't really aiming for a great discussion of DADT and stuff, but it slips in nonetheless and I'm glad that you like the way of dealing with it. Actually, my catbang (which was supposed to be a big bang, but came in late...) has them in the military too, albeit with a slightly different setting. Hope to finish that one soon for you guys to like *g*
Cat

thanks for sharing. What a punishment for not listening to Jensen!

Heeee... thanks. I'd do some seriously serious shit to get punished like that. *g*
Cat

I've definitely read this before, and probably when you posted it. And I didn't have a LJ account then. Had to get one so I could see and comment on most posts! ;)

<3

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