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Tittle: An offer you can't afford to refuse

Pairing J2

kinks: m/m, anal, non-con, dub-con, h/c, asshole!Jensen, asshole!Jared, whump!jared, protective Jensen, Happy ending.

rape, implied violence, badly written sexy times.

In this chapter: dub-con, frotagge, oral sex, m/m, heavy violence, prostitution.

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of non con, serious dub con/coercion, violence, Anxiety

A/N:;I am very open to comments, unless they're mean without a reason, sorry to anyone else. do you think I'm really that far away from the prompt?

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Part ONE Part TWO Part THREE Part FOUR Part FIVE
Part SIX Part SEVEN Part EIGHT Part NINE Part TEN

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The entire room was somber, after Katie explained that YES, there was surveillance videos of a man in his early 50’s waving at Kathryn outside her school everyone flipped.

“It won’t happen again…” JD let out. “We will protect our own.”

Jensen moved on his chair, Alona held his hand as if trying to reassure him.

“This is what we will do” Alan Ackles spoke and the entire table, his family and their bigger associates turned to hear every word the patriarch said. “We will talk to them, but we have to be prepared to war. The Lions are not to be trusted, no matter what they say; we have to talk to the other families as well, we have to find who invited them; whose resources they’re using and make that poor bastard pay for it.”

“Let’s bring more people to town, and make sure everyone knows what we’re doing, collect debts either in money or in favors, people must remember who we are and who they owe allegiance.”

“There’s this bar, Abbadon; my people found one of their cards in one of the girls.” Robert Patrick Benedict informed; the one in charge of the north. “Nobody said anything because they were afraid.”

“We have to go there.” Alona said secure. “Nobody should scare our girls.”

“You’re very brave, and I’m sure you’ll deal with it efficiently…” Alan said. “But I refuse to risk one of our own on this. Use someone else, ask for Michael’s help.” He ordered looking to Christian. “Show your power kids, all of you, show yourselves as power players; we might not outnumber them, we don’t know what they know, but we have to look strong.” The entire family nodded. “And one more thing…” he said as the meeting ended and they all had their jobs. “Tell Sophia to come back.”

***

Jensen went to the office and forgot about everything until it was time to go home. He had the second quarter envoys arriving and he only stopped to make two phone calls; first: he called his friends, and told them they should go to Abbadon;

“Awesome!” replied Tom. “We can get some drinks; get some ass, lots of fun!”

Kane, Mark and others agreed, it was a rowdier group than usual. He needed just one more thing. If the lions were there or Stephen was there he had to show them he won.

He sent clothes to Jared and called telling him to get ready that they’ll be going out, and then he had to call back and tell him Milo will pick him up around eight. “We’re going to a bar with my friends.”

“I-I am... am I supposed to get into a bar your friends go to and expect to be let in?” he said hoping it’ll be enough, he was holding the tiny leather pants, it had laces at the side all the way down to the feet, it came with specific instructions to wear nothing underneath. He didn’t find a shirt to wear.

“You just have to come and find me, looking like you really want to be there. And remember our deal and the last order I gave you.” Jensen had been patient letting Jared to get used before anything big happened, but it had been long enough.

“I... I don’t … I won’t.”

Jensen chuckled tired. “I could have Jeremy in jail in two hours… I guess you are still waiting for the lawyer to call you.”

“He’s bed ridden, Jensen, he can’t just go into a cell with criminals.”

Jensen laughed. “Well… not sure if you noticed, but he is actually a criminal too.” Jensen said low and dangerous. “He stole money from a company, he faked his dead; he killed four people and left another in a coma… not to mention that two of those were his own parents, and the bastard pretty much sold his brother into prostitution. What part makes him a decent person?”

“You are too… a criminal… I know…”

Jensen had enough. “I want you in the fucking bar, dressed with the clothes I sent, you’ll find me and be happy about it, and you better make it believable or you can go back to your place. Remember I own the mortgage; I can have it seized tomorrow. Tell me where you think you’ll take your father when hospital kicks him out for not paying?” Jared was quiet. “Who will hire you if I say nobody can? I told you what I want this time, I told you in the car… “

Jared only heard his own breathing, he won’t. He had dignity. Jensen Ackles and his stupid deal could go to hell.

But as soon as his feet touched the street he had second thoughts, where would he go?

***

Jensen was holding a girl in a tiny polka dot bikini as she swirled her hips on his lap, rubbing her crotch against his and lowering her tits to his face for him to suck, Tom had a boy wearing only a golden speedo bent down. Michael had a guy on his lap this time; he looked like he were twelve with good luck, the kid was shamelessly stroking Michael’s erection through the material of his pants as he sucked his tongue.

Everyone had at least one guy or girl in different acts. In a corner, a guy that Jensen only saw once or twice a year was fingering a girl as another was sucking him.

One of his friends made his toy groan in pain and move away scared. “Come back slut or I won’t pay you.” He held the poor girl by the hip and pulled.

Jensen snapped his fingers, he knew he’d make a huge mistake but he couldn’t deal with someone hurting a girl. “Not bruising the merchandise man… be careful.” The man made a sound of disgust and pulled the girl but she got away debating if going back or running away and facing whatever penalty it meant. “Honey?” Jensen asked polite as she got closer to him. “Would you bring us another round please?” she nodded and left the booth in a dash.

They could hear whispers and laughter as a tall man with broad shoulders and shades walked to their group, everyone was staring as the man moved to a side.

Jared was there; eyes casted down, pants obscenely tight, at the side the laces let everyone see a strip of his naturally tanned skin, all the way up to his hip. Jensen licked his lips, his lips formed a “not now sweetie” and the girl he had on top got up took a bill from his hand and left. Jared was there and he had followed his orders.

Jared moved towards Jensen and sat straddling his lap, looking at him when his weight made Jensen’s knees to jerk a bit, Jensen held him by his thighs and pulled even closer. To avoid falling from his place Jared’s arms flew to Jensen’s shoulders and people started catcalling and laughing; some made obscene sounds of sex and Jensen smiled too seeing Jared’s flushed face, he kept laughing in silent huffs until Jared bent down and kissed him, as if he meant it; pulling Jensen by his shirt and sucking his tongue in his mouth, before nibbling on his lip and angling his head so Jensen could take control of the kiss; submission…. That’s what he offered.

And Jensen was already gone. His hands flew to hold Jared in place by his hips and suck on his lips moving as if he wanted to reach his very soul through his mouth.

When finally Jared moved back a little to breath Jensen looked at him; red eyes and sad face. “You know what I wanted from you today…”

“Will my brother be okay?” he asked against Jensen’s ear and the man nodded. “Promise me he’ll be safe.” another nod and Jared slipped rubbing himself over Jensen until he was kneeling in front of him and Jensen’s thighs parted allowing him between his legs.

Jared opened his zipper in one motion before taking him out gasping at the size and girth. He had already touch him but not like this, not knowing what he’d do; not in front of others. Jensen took a breath or he’ll come the second Jared touched his dick. “Easy… slow down.” He instructed, thinking he was ready to the first lick or the suction, but he wasn’t for it, or the wetness of his mouth or the hitching on Jared’s breath as he started crying. Desperate, sorrowful tears as he did what Jensen ordered him to do in order to keep his brother safe.

Well… if that was the way he wanted it to be…

Jared had never sucked anyone, a girl in high school had given him his first BJ but after that he dedicated to school, his mom always told him he raised a good Christian boy and he should respect those he dated. He wished he didn’t have to give his first time like this. he just tried to remember every bit of porn he ever watched, he licked the crown, and sucked hard until Jensen’s hand tightened in his hair while he hissed. He helped him bob his head up and down his length, spit falling from his mouth as he slurped around his mouth opened wide to accommodate Jensen’s girth. He felt the stirring on the shaft in his mouth and pulled back disgusted, he knew exactly what would happen.

Jensen came all over his face in middle of laughter and lust filled eyes of stranger. It felt wrong.

Jensen pulled him up and kissed him, enjoying his taste on Jared’s tongue. “That was amazing...” he said trying to make Jared proud. It only made the boy break in sobs.

“I-I have to go to the bathroom…” Jared got up, the blue light of the club and the general darkness made it easy to hide the tears, Jensen sat there zipping his pants back and letting out a sigh, the girl came back with their drinks when he was getting up to follow his boy. Jensen took his scotch and ordered a bottle of water for Jared. The girl nodded and bent to speak to another girl. “There was a guy in leather pants, it has to be Spencer.” She said. “Everyone is asking for him…” the other one made am unspecific sound.

Jensen felt jealous, Jared was his, his only, and right now he was walking around a crowded club where anyone could touch and do whatever they felt like to him.

He was out of his chair before his brain processed that.

Christian Kane was not a good person, he didn’t live under that false idea; but there was a limit for the things he’d do or let his friends do.
Having an innocent guy -who sadly was related to a bastard- being humiliated and exposed as he performed an act as private as… Kane turned his head disgusted.

The second the kid left he moved to talk to Jensen. “That was unfair, and disgusting.” He said holding Jensen’s arm.

His friend turned looking at the place his arm was held by Christian. “Oh! I’m sorry I thought you’d like me to press his brother so we get our money back.” He said freeing his arm. “He’s reporting to his brother tomorrow…” without further explanation he moved away.

“You’re not THIS; Jensen, that’s no how we work.” He let out.

Jensen rolled his eyes. “Make your mind Kane, is he innocent? Or is he with his brother?” He can’t get attached to anyone outside the family; Jensen knew, he had to remember that, the family business motto. Learn to be Lonely.

***

Jared heaved over a toilet and cleaned his tears, naked knees hurting under the weight of his body in grimy tiles. The nausea invaded him the second he passed the VIP velvet rope and saw guys and girls looking at him with lust and need in their eyes. he bent down again, bile rising in his mouth again at the memory of what just happened.

“Mate... are you feeling better?” a man held his naked shoulders. “Come on, get up.” The accent was obvious, his voice kind and sounded honestly worried. “I saw you out there…”

Jared swatted the hand. “Leave me alone, I do not work here…”

The guy held Jared’s arm and pulled him around. “I know.” He said offering him a paper towel to wipe his face. “You didn’t seem like you were enjoying that.” Brown eyes roamed Jared’s face, from the ghost of small wounds to the still dark mark under his left eye. “If he’s forcing you to do that, you should leave him.” he said and bit his bottom lip.

“I can’t…” why did he say that? It was none of the stranger’s business.

“You always can.” Jared noticed he was carrying a backpack big enough to travel. “I’m Jonathan by the way; I’m from Glasgow.” he offered with a smile.

Jared smiled as he took the bottle of water Jonathan was offering him. “And what are you doing here from all places?” he said rinsing his mouth and taking the strip of chewing gum offered by his new friend.

The guy blushed and smiled. “Apparently I got lost, I told the taxi driver –take me to Aberdeen-And he brought me here…” he said waving his arms around as if showing him the place. “I thought it was a joke from my mates, but it wasn’t.”

Well, in the cabby’s defense, with the accent when the guy –Jonathan- said Aberdeen it sounded as if he had said Abbadon and Jared smiled. “Look at you…” the guy said frowning. “You’re freezing.” He opened his backpack and offered Jared a hoodie. “Take this… it’s clean.” Jared took it; he noticed then that yeah, he was freezing; goosebumps covered his arms and chest.

“Thank you…” he said already wrapping himself in the soft cotton. “What are you going to do now?” Jonathan shrugged. “Do you have the address you’re supposed to go? I could help…” Jonathan smiled nodding as he got a scrap of paper from his pocket.

It was a different place, the Aberdeen, he was going to was a small Hostel for tourists at the north and he was all the way west. Jared offered directions and then Jonathan thanked him. Jared offered the scrap back with a smile and a simple you’re welcome.

“Keep it; my number is there.” the man said biting his lip. “In case you find you can…” Jared blinked not getting it until it hit him; the guy was talking about leaving Jensen.

With just a wave the guy left and Jared sagged against the wall. This was the worst he had ever done. Not even Jeremy’s safety was worth this.

The door opened and Jensen walked in. “there you are…” he looked relieved looking around as if checking if someone else were in the rest room with Jared. “You did great;” he moved closer without preamble kissed Jared pressing the poor guy against the stall wall, the taste of alcohol was buried behind the minty flavor of gum in his mouth, a shield against his torturer. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Jensen said as he rubbed Jared’s leather clad crotch. Jared gasped and tried to squirm away. “Come on… tell me it wasn’t that bad.” Jensen said biting his lip and forcing him in another kiss.

It was, it had been hell, it had been humiliating and disgusting and not something Jared would like to ever have to do again; yet for his family he nodded, feeling tears filling his eyes and a painful lump close his throat.

***

Christian saw as Jensen went back holding Jared’s hand and looked away disgusted. “Is this his way to pay you?” he said looking at Jared who hid his face against Jensen’s neck. “Let me tell you he better be a hell of a fuck to charge almost 10 mills for his ass…”

Jared bit his lips and scrunched his eyes, Jensen warned him, never talk back to my friends. “Shut up Kane…” Jensen warned. “We’ll get that money back from the man who took it. Jared has nothing to do with it.”

“And he convinced you with his mouth in your dick; out here in public huh?”

Jared gasped but Kane didn’t say anything else, Jensen was looking at him; it was a tense couple minutes until he felt the hand petting his back, and he did his best to hide the sob. “Can we go home…?” he begged and Jensen turned nuzzling his neck to say no. “We’re here to deliver a message baby… and we won’t leave until it’s been delivered.” Jensen looked at Kane as he huffed and moved to his chair where a girl was waiting.

That’s when Jensen noticed it; the fabric covering the once naked torso like a shield. “Take this off.” he ordered in a growl.

Jared held the hoodie for dear life as Jensen pulled the zipper down. “Please… it’s freezing…” he tried. “and I don’t like how others look at me… as if I were…” he bit his lips and looked to a side away from Jensen to the crowd of hungry lustful eyes.

“As if you were what?” Jensen pulled his face making impossible for Jared to look away.

“As If I was a whore… just a piece of meat… as if I were…” Jensen held a finger against Jared’s lips

“Sweetheart…” the hand moved to sneak inside the hoodie to caress Jared’s nipples. “You are a whore…” he said forcing Jared closer with one hand. “You are my whore…”

Jared whimpered, not entirely out of pain as the touch sent a shiver down his back that started fire in his groin.

The torture continued for almost half an hour, kisses and touches that had him at the edge; touches that you could even confuse with those from lovers; Jared closed his eyes and let Jensen touch him; someone near them was smoking weed, and even if Jensen didn’t had any and didn’t allowed Jared either the contact high had his head spinning and every caress from Jensen he felt them to his bones. Closing his eyes like this, it was almost like being loved; neither of them noticed when Tom and others left quietly, until it was only Jensen and his men left.

***

Kane was the first to notice them; a table was cleared by two giant guys as two older guys sat there, one of them rolled a cigarette and lit it. He had something on his wrist, Christian recognized it immediately; it was Kathryn’s hair band, the one with a yellow duck he bought for her.

Christian turned to Jensen still kissing Jared as if it were his job and cleared his throat, the guys with them dismissed the girls and boys they had with the group, only Jared remained. “Hope your pet knows how to duck from a bullet…” the guy who had hurt the girl said as he draw his gun, at one sign from Jensen the staff moved away and patrons started slowly moving towards the entrance too. “Go to the bar.” Jensen said to Jared, with sudden wide eyes and obvious regret on his face. “In the back room you’ll find someone, tell him I sent you and don’t come out until I go get you… okay?” Jared nodded and tried to get up, but Jensen held him and kissed his temple. “Be careful, I don’t want you to get hurt.” And he let him go with a slap on his butt, Jared moved hastily but Jensen held his arm in the last second. “No, slow down, as if nothing worries you at all.” Jared felt nervous, was this dangerous? What if Jensen died? What if he gets hurt? Who’d look after dad and Jeremy?

He obeyed though, and moved slowly almost like a waiter to the back as the people in the dance floor were stopping dancing. He passed at the other side of the bar and then ran into the back room a man opened. The guy’s eyes roamed over his body before letting him in and showing him a small hidden room; under a trap door on the far end of the room, it had a desk a couch and file cabinets; the smell of Jensen’s aftershave faintly in the air. The guy ordered to turn off the light and wait. “There’s a phone, if nobody comes for you in two hours call the number under it and tell them what happened. Do not call 911 from that phone, no matter what.”

Jared sat there, wrapped in a soft thrown blanket from the black leather couch; not sure of what to do, pray for Jensen? Pray for freedom?

he sat there surrounded by silence; Jared had never heard a shot in his life, not until then, not until something startled him, people were screaming, things were being smashed, tables and chairs obviously; glasses breaking and explosions, loud and the sound came with an echo; those were shots, from real guns, shots that could kill people.

That could kill him.

***

Jensen regretted only one thing from that night, the fact that he sent Milo home, Milo was his body guard and he’d trust Milo with his life but not in case like this. He couldn’t trust Milo in moments like this.

He should have sent Jared away, he had enough time he had more than enough time to have Jared safe. He made a motion to one of the last waitress and told him. “Tell Luke to keep my boy safe.” She left in a hurry passing before Jared could even get through the dance floor.

It was one of the giant guards that noticed the group first, the man turned and said something and the entire group got up; it was the guy with the scar who shot first, aiming to Hutch; the guy ducked and when he was up again amongst the general chaos he shot back; a little cloud of plaster flying next to the man with the scar, a woman let out a pained yell as another threw a table down as she ran away shrieking.

“Stop!!” Norman shouted. “Hold your fire… civilians!!” the man smiled as if he said the funniest joke and got up one gun on each hand shooting without any control.

Jensen cursed as he got up trying to aim the guards; they needed to talk to the Lions; so killing them was not an option. He aimed lower and hit someone in the leg. The scream and the smell will follow him for a long time.

It lasted like six minutes tops, one of the guards fell; blood oozing from a hole in his face, another one a guy with freakishly blue eyes and red; very red lips was also dead; a shot through his neck leaving a puddle on the floor.

By the end of all Jensen got to talk to one of the guys for only a couple seconds.

“Why we can’t find Sylvester Ventimiglia?” the guy asked ice cold blue eyes looking into Jensen’s and freezing him inside. “Where’s Barrowman?”

“Was that his name?” Jensen said as the man raised his gun. “You asked to talk to us? We will talk, but you talk about peace while attacking my family?” the man smirked and the scar thinned; he prepared his gun but Jensen didn’t showed fear. Kane passed near and tackled the man to the floor, as the rest of them started running away.

“We will talk then.” The man said after stabbing Christian and running out following the others.

There were some costumers hurt too, it was all smoke and darkness and a siren blaring, police was getting there. “Norman!!” Jensen said as he moved to hold Christian; hurt on side. Stage everything, call Mark S and tell him to sweet talk the police as soon as he can.” Jensen moved then to help innocents and staff that got trapped in the cross fire.

“It’s a flesh wound.” His friend said wincing while walking into the back office with Jensen.

Jensen took the key Luke left behind and moved to carry Christian into the office; he opened the trap door and got in turning back after to help Chris down the first steps.

When police entered the place; sixteen and a half minutes after everything was over, Jensen was helping those hurt and some of his guys had disappeared.

The staff had an official version that everyone repeated; these guys with an accent entered and started fighting with those two dead, the rest was pretty much what they saw. It didn’t matter in the end; JD had a couple influential guys on “the family”.

In an hour and a half every injured person was gone, Jensen had some of his men at the back where cops only saw employees checking inventory after the entire bar had been destroyed; nobody got close enough to check on the blood stained shirts.

In an hour forty five minutes Jensen could look at Luke with a smile. “I’ll replace everything by noon, you’ll be opening again tomorrow night, as usual.” he said as the man nodded, he had left seconds before the first shot and was back.

“Thank you.” the guy said as he moved to finish up with the cops before going home. It was hardly one in the morning.
It took him even more before he could go to the back and check on Christian.

He heard a gasp as he finished the steps and turned to see Jared holding the phone and shaking. “Thanks God…” the kid said and let the phone fall and ran to Jensen and hugged him. “Thanks God…” he whispered once more. “I had no idea of what to do…” Christian had a pad of gauze against his side and was dozing off on a chair.

Jensen held Jared, happy; for once he did what he had to do, he protected those in his charge.

***

It was far past four in the morning when they finally got into the apartment, Jensen with his blood stained shirt and ripped pants, Jared with the stupid leather pants and the borrowed hoodie and dragging his feet tired. “Go take a shower…” Jensen said as he moved to the kitchen.

Jared moved in autopilot, he felt the world tilting as he peeled the leather from his naked lower half, and then the hoodie that he folded and put aside as if it were precious, a simple piece of fabric, Jonathan… he had been so nice with him, and meeting him seemed so far away. The night had ended in ways he had no idea could be possible.

Jensen took a bottle of scotch and drank a couple mouthfuls without even breathing; it had been more stressful than he thought. When he finally was calm enough went to the master bathroom to take a shower, surely Jared was in bed already; but he wasn’t. Jensen found him sitting on the shower stall, freezing cold water raining over him. “Kid? Jared?”

Jared raised his eyes. “It was my first time…” Jensen blinked his teeth rattling. “I thought it’ll be special but it was in a crappy club where people died… in public, with others looking and making fun… and it was my first time…” he babbled raising his shaking hands, fingers pale and skin covered in goosebumps. “And how stupid is that I’m worried about that?” He let out a chuckle cleaning blood that came out of his nose with unstable hands. “People died, I’ve never heard gun shots before…” he chuckled again. “That’s another first time for me.” And the cackling became sobs as he hugged his knees.

Jensen picked him up with a lot of effort after wrapping a towel on him, and carried him to bed. He moved away from Jensen at every chance he got; every time Jensen reached to touch him, to help him with the shivering, Jared just twitched and moved away, until Jensen stopped trying.

The blood stopped at some point, and somehow Jensen put sweatpants on him, Jared lost track of time again.

Jared slept until ten thirty the next morning Jensen wasn’t there when he finally got up.

***

JD heard of the event from the night before Jensen told him. “You did get to talk to them?” asked to Jensen in the most irritated voice.
Jensen let out a sigh. “I did, the guy’s name is Victor; I think.” He rubbed his eyes. “He asked for Ventimiglia.” JD gasped. “They have no idea.”

JD let out a deep sigh. “Okay then what’s left of them is not helping them.”

“I’m sure that’s not the case.” Jensen said confident. “I don’t know why but I keep thinking on one of our guys, maybe Tom, his parents had been… you know.” he made a motion with his hands. Tom’s parents were cruel and power hungry.

JD shook his head. “No, it’s not them, I have a mole with them; they’re planning only one thing. Their daughter’s wedding.”
Jensen looked away. “Someone bigger?”

JD shook his head again. “Smaller maybe.” he mused.

They were reading a report given to them by immigration, 27 people had come from their group all papers settled with the same date and the same attorney.

One; Norman took him down, two more died at the cub the night before, six were with the group at the club the night before and were right now at a house up west, very close to the country club where Kathryn had been taken from.

Four more had been spotted here and there around places, some of them in a building where the American branch of Stark &Strider. Co offices will be. “One is nowhere to be found.” His uncle said. “Maybe he’s the head of the whole thing.” And sighing added. “We lost another one, apparently a woman just outside the airport, nobody knows maybe she had nothing to do with this.”

Jensen wasn’t paying attention his eyes were glued to a picture. “That’s the man I spoke with…” he said describing the man in detail to his uncle. “He had Kat’s hair band”

JD’s face tightened in anger. “We’re not going to let them near any of our own again Jay, and I’ll get that band back with the hand holding It.” he swore as he turned in his chair hiding his face. Jensen took it as a clue to retire. “I heard you went with your kid; I don’t know why.”

Jensen turned thinking how to explain Jared’s presence. “I don’t really care.” repeated JD. “I like the man you are with that kid around… Jensen.” He said. “Bring him home for dinner one of these days.”

Jensen couldn’t say anything; he nodded and left.

It hurt, how could he be a better person after what he did to Jared?

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Part TWELVE