Dark Knight's Heir - Chapter three

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Author: Mangacat

Pairing: Jared/Jensen, others

Rating: R - NC-17

Parts: 2/20+

Word Count: 2300/ 60 000+

Disclaimer: I totally wanna own them ... *cough* sadly that's not possible, nor is getting paid for this. So I 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, minor pairings), character death (minor). ADD Warning: There’s het in this chapter, but no J’s and really not graphic. If you don’t want to read it anyway, skip to the end from the HET-divider and go to the notes for the important parts.

Summary:

Jared Padalecki lives a Joe Average life with his fiancé... until a handsome stranger with an unbelievable story and a mysterious tale of destiny breaks the peace to safe his life.

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Prologue: Let yourself be Teased!!!
Chapter one Chapter two

Jared let himself be dragged through the corridor and down to the stairs, his mind still reeling from what had just happened. Because hallucinations that turned people into monsters were one thing, but the unyielding reminder of his physical altercation with – was it… magic? – still smarted on his skin. His mind felt fuzzy around the edges, like after a night of studying and stuffing too much information at once into his head. Additionally, that flashing series of images that had accompanied the whole ordeal burrowed itself deeper into his memory, but they came with a sense of uneasiness, as if his consciousness wanted to reject them. But the most disturbing thing was the way he’d felt when Jensen touched him, all ignited, a heightening of senses, power rushing through his veins like a drug intertwined with an intimate closeness to another being he had never felt before. He wanted it, he wanted it again.

“Stop, Jensen, wait.”

Jared stopped dead on a landing somewhere in between the first and the ground floor; the other man snapped back, thrown off his footing with the sudden halt and swivelled around, using the movement to crowd into Jared’s space and back him up against the wall. He felt a fist twisting into his collar and harsh pants in his face.

“No, no, no, no, Jared, you don’t get to do that now…”

“But, I can’t.. I mean, Tom’s going to be…”

“Listen to me, you little.. I’m trying to save your LIFE here and you’re not making it ANY easier, ok? I mean, goddamnit, I would have preferred to break it to you in one piece, but you send me away yesterday before I could explain, if you remember. Now you’re getting it in hard cash, but I can’t fucking help that right now, so if you’d kindly get your act together so we actually get out of here without getting ourselves killed, I would really, REALLY appreciate that.”

Jared was taken aback by the sudden vehemence behind the other man’s words. He’d have dubbed Jensen the strong and silent type up till now. He’d had enough of this head-mumbojumbo for one day, and he wasn’t about to be veered off track again.

“I refuse to go without leaving so much as a message to someone. There are gonna be people out looking for me, and I can’t just.. My fiancée…”

“… is of course going to be mighty pissed, yeah, cause he spent so much time on his little pet project, now can we actually move it?”

That was the moment the door burst open about three floors up where they’d just come through.

A blond head appeared over the banister on the fourth floor and she leaned her arms onto it with the hands clasped in a relaxed pose. She would have also been really pretty if Jared’s vision hadn’t just wavered and showed her skin distorted and flaky, eyes glowing bright yellow for an instant in a semi-darkness of the staircase.

“My, Jensen, you know it’s really rude to claim a prize, when you really weren’t the fastest runner up. Now, be a good boy and give it back would you?”

Jensen turned around, keeping his stance open and vigilant and Jared effectively pinned against the wall.

“And what if I don’t?”

“Then we’ll just come and get him.”

A second voice sounded from the landing below, where another girl was perched against the doorjamb of the ground floor entrance that was the way to freedom. She was petite, with long black hair and didn’t look like she could take on a twig, much less a fully grown man with about double her mass.

“How about we don’t wait and talk, but just get him?”

A third woman swung her feet over the banister beside the blond chick and let herself fall down the stairway, landing on the handrail exactly opposite to them, in a move that should have been entirely impossible considering physics and high-heeled boots. Yet she crouched down in perfect balance, not a hair out of place and leered at Jared in a way that made him entirely uneasy. She carried a mean looking whip on her, that seemed to be completely inappropriate for fighting in these close quarters, but Jared got sidetracked in his observations.  Jensen reached behind his back, snapping something as he drew the sword that appeared out of thin air again, missing Jared’s nose by a bare inch.

He swiped it around to counter the thin rapier the tiny dark-haired one had drawn and advanced with up the stairs. He surely outclassed her, but she wasn’t alone, and he narrowly avoided a serious hit to his right arm when the whip swept in to tear the sword from his hand and straight into the opposite wall, further down the stairs, where it burrowed into the wall and stuck.

“Huh, your little dragon pig-sticker is really useful when you lose it!”

Jensen looked furiously at the brunette while ducking a swipe from the other attacker.

“Too bad it’s of no use to you when I lose it; isn’t it, Erica? But you didn’t actually think I was done now…”

He delivered a kick to the arm of his nameless assailant, and before she could get her bearings again, he had turned around, the air blurring around his hands in dark waves that left two solid sai daggers to parry the next hit from the rapier. And while Jared’s mind stopped to backtrack and actually ask himself how he knew the brand of weapon the other man was fighting with, never mind how they’d appeared out of thin air, they were locked in a deadly dance for dominance.

He was back in the game fast enough to watch Erica prepare for another hit with the whip, and his body jumped forward without bothering to obtain approval from his brain. The whip laced around his raised forearm and bit through the cloth of his coat. However, he didn’t feel the sting, but grabbed the part of the whip wrapped around his wrist, tugging hard to make her lose her balance. She wavered, but turned the erratic movement into pushing herself away from the banister and across the flight of stairs to actually land beside him. She delivered a punch right to his face without either hesitating or slowing down her movement, but some instinct made him buckle his knees and roll with the punch, so that it only grazed his jaw instead of knocking him out cold. His movement seemed too fluid to his own eyes, but he turned around and sank a blow into her stomach without so much as blinking. He had never before punched a woman or even a man, but the hit was so well placed that she tumbled back a couple of steps. Jared felt the coils of the whip loosen around his arm, and he knew she wouldn’t target him for the next one. He yelled at Jensen, who turned and in a split second assessed the situation, followed by throwing one sai so that it hit Erica in the shoulder and pinned her to the wall where she wailed in agony.

Jensen turned again and went at the other woman, elbowing her down the stairs and letting the force drift her neatly against his sword where it was stuck in the wall. Jared flinched heavily as he watched her drag a rattling breath through the gouts of blood bubbling from her slashed lung. He watched as Jensen grabbed the handle of the sword and tore it out of the wall, taking half her side with it. He let her tumble down the stairs and shot a glance at Jared that instantly made him start moving down in the direction of the door to freedom. He shot one last look up at the blonde. She hadn’t moved her relaxed stance one bit, and he only just noticed that she looked vaguely familiar, before he had to take care of the door that was about to hit him on his way out.

~*~*~

Allison barged through the dark wooden doors and into the office that lay behind, looking out over the city from incredible height. It was shrouded in darkness; the only light a few dim lamps and the reflection of the snow falling from heavy clouds outside. She didn’t have a look to spare for either, firstly because she was furious, and secondly because this was going to hurt. Under normal circumstances, she would never have set foot in the office without being sure that she had permission and wasn’t disturbing any important business. She knew her trade, and she wasn’t one hell of a PA for nothing after all. But the duties that didn’t show up in her tax reports (yeah, her bosses WERE particular that way) called for some immediate action, and she knew Tom would want this report as soon as possible. Her superior looked up at her entrance, but stayed seated behind his big mahogany desk, unmoved by her transgression. She drew up at the desk, putting a hand on the flat surface and started her narrative. A pinched look and a flick of eyes made her aware of the second person in the room - a pretty red-headed girl that would almost pass for late teens. She was perched on the seat of the comfortable visitor’s chair in a way that just screamed that she was bobbing with anticipation. Allison refrained with effort from sneering at her. If she was in Tom’s office at this time of the day, he was sure to have special use for her.

“Good evening, Allison, may I introduce Martha? She’s starting out as an intern and will stay in our department for some time. Be sure to take her under your wing, I think she’s got great potential. Martha? This is Allison, my head assistant – she’ll help you along the way.”

At that the tall dark haired man gave her a pointed look that meant this one was in for more than coffee and copy. She nodded briefly at the girl and turned to more important matters immediately.

“Nice to meet you, but I’ve got a matter of great urgency lined up for you, I’m afraid. It doesn’t bear being postponed and sorry as I am to intrude so rudely, you need to address it as soon as possible.”

Tom gave no indication that he had registered the dead-pan seriousness of her voice beneath the jovial office pitch, but she was sure he had picked up on it. Which is why she wasn’t surprised when he turned back to the girl – Mary, Maia? – with the most charming smile on his face and excused her immediately.

“I would have liked to show you around the office, but I’m afraid business is calling again all too soon. If you will excuse us to discuss the matter, there’s a lounge down the corridor that should cater to your heart’s desire until we have settled this.”

The young girl inclined her head in an aquiescent bow and stood to leave the office without another word.

 

HET*HET*HET*HET

The blonde woman waited for the distinct click of the door and then turned her head to the man in front of her. He beckoned her with a raised hand and she slinked around the desk between the polished wood and his leather chair. Allison leaned against the cool wooden edge hands perched at her sides and crossed her ankles, bumping his splayed knees in an altogether inappropriate distance of employer and assistant. She felt his gaze burn into the generous folds of her blouse that showed more of her nice cleavage than was strictly necessary. She followed his unspoken request and slid languidly into his lap, her legs resting on his sides, thighs pressing down onto perfect silk.

“So, what is so important that it can’t wait until you’ve got enough equilibrium to come through a door like a decent person? You nearly shocked the girl to death with you barging in.”

“Don’t be silly, she’ll live. But there really is a pressing matter at hand.”

He buried his head at her chest, biting at her collarbone lavishly, while she picked up a rhythm of grinding and turning.

“Yes?”

“You know how there was a warning from your apartment, and you sent us out to check if Jared had done anything stupid, like thrown himself into awareness?”

Without stopping his ministrations he picked her up and set her onto the desk, standing between her parted legs. His hands tugged at her blouse in a way that would have ripped less enduring material and nicked her skin hard enough to bruise.

“I’d wager you ran into some complications?”

She hissed as he moved from the collarbone to the supple flesh lower and drew a sharp bite there.

“Complications? That’s putting it lightly…”

One hand went up her thigh, shoving at the material of her skirt, making her arch her back.

“Yeah?”

“Jensen.”

That actually made him stop.

“And it looks like your boy isn’t taking his meds anymore. Kristin got herself slashed open to the core and Erica got stuck with metal poisoning. Not a pretty sight.”

He didn’t make a sound, but moved forward again, yanking her legs down so she was forced to lie back on the cool surface. She would wear some pretty distinct handprints in some places, but nevertheless, she met the violent movement of his hips with equal ferocity.

For a few moments there was nothing, but laboured breathing filling air.

“That is… unfortunate.”

And then she screamed.

Notes: For those of you who skipped the het, essentially, she told Tom that Jared had run off with Jensen and he was not pleased.

NOTE II: With Allison we got the first cast pic in this chapter that means I will start preparing for the special cast list to come up. Everyone gets a picture, they'll be up with the people filtering in. I hope you watch out for it, and comment, I feel really bad if Birdie's work isn't regarded just as well as mine.

Hope to see you all for the next chapter!!


Chapter four