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"My purity is a weapon, but I am too meek to embrace it. It won't be long until my innocence fades. What use then would I have for the Wolf? The answer is none. As I cling to my protector, I realize that I am afraid..."
****
They still haven't spoken much after leaving that diner. At least the food was good. And that lady--Brenda--was nice. Good at her job. Jared thinks back. She was so concerned with him there. Jensen glared at her the entire time, slowly killing her with his heated gaze. Jared has no idea why he did that, but it's probably because he doesn't trust most people and while that's okay, it's also relatable. The boy doesn't trust most people as well.
Least of all, his family. Everything that he's ever done to get money was for them. He did disgusting things just to feed them. So many guys he sucked off just to scrape together a few bucks. And they threw him under the bus just like that. There was no hesitation in his father's eyes that day. His mother wouldn't even look at him. Jeff and Megan wouldn't either. They just...sold him. $400.000. That's all he was worth.
Jared scratches at his scalp as he stares out the window, sighing. It's 9:13, and the sun is shining high up in the sky. It uses to be that the boy would dream of going to London. Or even France. Somewhere that wasn't here. With Jensen, that dream is possible, but also equally unlikely. This is how it was with Mark. He wouldn't let him go, and now Jared suspects that the man next to him will try to keep him too.
At least that's what it felt like in the bathroom this morning. Jensen made him feel so good. He obviously knew what he was doing; he's more experienced than he is anyways so it makes sense. For a second, Jared actually believed that Jensen was going to rape him in the shower. However, something else happened. Something unexpected. Jared has never had an orgasm like that, let alone one in general. Mark doesn't get him off. Hell, Jared doesn't even get hard when he touches him.
"Nice weather, huh?" Jensen huffs out, breaking up the awkward silence.
Jared doesn't move an inch. "Mhm."
"Usually isn't this sunny anymore. It's weird."
"Yeah..."
Suddenly, he feels Jensen playfully smack at his leg. He turns his head to the left, looking at the mobster. Jensen has a hopeful smirk on his face. "What're you mad at me or something? Mad about what I said back there?"
"You didn't wanna talk about it, so there's nothing to talk about."
"Little shit." Jensen snorts, chuckling. Jared accidentally shows off a little smile. "Ha. Got you to smile."
"So you did, Mr. Jensen."
"Hey, what I say about that? You wanna fight, or something? The name's Jensen. No mister. I'm not old."
The teen rolls his eyes, still smiling. "No. You're right. You're not old. Just old enough to be my father."
For a second, it's silent, and Jared thinks that he made a mistake. But soon Jensen responds with a wolfish grin. "I'll make you call me Daddy soon enough, Boy."
In an instant, Jared shuts his mouth, blushing all over. When Jensen makes dirty, flirtatious comments to him, it causes him to feel some kind of way. He's afraid of the gangster to a certain extent. On one hand, he's a gruff but gentle soul who looks after Jared's wellbeing. One the other, however, he's a sociopath who most likely delights in the same things that Mark does. It's frightening really.
To be in Jensen's presence is scary in itself. Why did he come to his rescue last night? Out of all the dancers in the club, Jensen chose him. It was just an ordinary night there, nothing big. His regular "customer" was in the back room; a guard, Mr. Cohen. Mark specifically told his crew and the people who worked close to him not to fuck his boys, but this guy was bold. As Jared began to suck him, Cohen tried getting him to do other things.
Jared instantly declined, and that would be his downfall. Cohen attacked him, slamming him from wall to wall in a desperate bid to tear the very clothes from his body. Before Jared could be raped, the door was broken down, and a man with golden brown hair and a leather jacket saved his life. He recognized the man as the one who Mark hung out with, yet his name escaped him. His savior killed Cohen in cold blood before snatching Jared aways from the building.
They didn't get too far without opposition, however, and Jensen was forced to kill two other guards for them to escape. The entire time, Jared clung to him like a vine; his body was rock hard. Solid. A man's man. Even now, he can't deny that Jensen's the personified version of perfection. His green apple orbs tell a story of death, love and sadness all in one. His tale is a dark one indeed, but Jared does not, and will not pry.
He only turns up the radio's volume as they speed onward towards their destination.
****
It didn't take them long to get to the shop. Jared's pretty content with wearing Jensen's clothes, but he won't say that out loud. Not if he doesn't want to be molested in the parking lot. Jensen's the type of man to not give a flying fuck where he does his dirty business, just as long as he does it. That type of behavior is why he can see that he was Mark's second. Jensen says he has no morals...but he saved Jared. What's that mean?
Well, the boy just keeps his thoughts to himself as Jensen leads him into the store, hand on his lower back. He's getting more physical. It's been this way since this morning in the shower. For some reason, Jared can't seem to stop thinking about it, about Jensen. About being held in his strong arms as they both reach the height of ecstasy. Jared figures it's because Jensen actually touched him; touched his privates.
Fucking Hell!
They soon begin browsing in a section that looks like it houses clothing Jared's size. For a place like this, there's actually a pretty good selection. A vast change from what he's made to wear back "home" and at "work". Women's clothing, or stuff designed just like it. Corsets and lace. Shorts and cut offs. Tanks tops or just shirtless altogether. It doesn't matter as long as he pleases the customers with his performance. In a strange way, twirling around that pole made Jared feel happy.
It made him feel lighter, more free. In control of himself for a time. Only a few minutes, but still time to himself. There's no Mark. No guards. No clients. No disgusting pedophiles. Only the music. Jared was always at one with the music, but now it's gone, and he's determined to never go back. Jensen assured him that he would be safe, but for how long? Mark is coming for them, and it's not gonna be pretty. It never is.
"I'll be right back. Pick out what you want." Jensen grunts after a moment of looking for clothes with Jared.
He veers off towards the woman's section of the store, confusing the young man. What would he even need back that? The answer is lost on Jared, so he resumes in his shopping. He picks up a few pairs of jeans and shirts and a thin, green hoodie. It reminds him of Jensen's eyes. What is this sudden infatuation with this man? He's dangerous! Ready to pounce in a moment's notice! So why?
It's not long until Jensen comes back. He looks excited, though there's nothing really to be excited about. And he has nothing in his hands. Where'd he even go? Again, Jared forgets about it, and shows Jensen the clothing he wants. The mobster hums in slight approval, but he's also very disinterested in them. Probably because they're not showing off his ass. Whatever. It's not about what makes him comfortable. It's not like he's gonna wear them.
"Try em on." Jensen says, smirking. "Get in the dressing room."
Jared bites his lip, not sure if he should respond. Ultimately, he does. He's normally obedient, but he wants to rebel when it comes to this guy. "I know that--that they'll fit me, Jensen..."
In no time flat, Jensen backs Jared into the dressing room behind them, careful not to draw attention. "I wasn't asking you. Take off your clothes. Everything."
As if possessed by Satan himself, Jared slowly strips out the clothes given to him by Jensen. He tries looking away from the intimidating man's eyes, but it's futile; his gaze is hard, and dark. Soon, Jared stands naked in front of him, not attempting to shield his genitals from view. Jensen keeps that damned smirk on his face. It's infuriating! Does he like humiliating him!?
"I like when you blush," The man starts, stepping closer. "Because it spreads through your whole body. Maybe even here..."
Jared gasps in Jensen's arms as his hole is teased. "No!" He whispers. "No, please! Not here!"
"Hmm? I'm not gonna fuck you." He informs, still teasing him. "Not yet anyway. I have something for you though."
As Jensen lets go of him, Jared whines softly as the loss of the man's fingers in his ass. Wait, what!? That's not--It can't be! He didn't like that, did he? Even if he won't admit it to himself, Jared's painfully aware of the pleasure he received from that. He watches quietly as Jensen digs into his back pocket, pulling out a small, pink cloth. Wait, no. That's not a cloth at all.
Panties. Girl's panties.
"Put em on."
"Jensen...please..."
"Put. Them. On."
The bearded mobster holds out the clothing for Jared to take; his poker face is unsettling to say the least. He's not so likable in this moment. He's more like Mark now, though there are notable differences. Defeated, Jared takes the panties from Jensen, turning them over in his hands. Several seconds pass by before he even decides to slip them on. The feel of them isn't any different than the outfits at the club.
Soon, the sixteen year old is standing in the middle of the dressing room, clothed in only the silky panties. Jensen steps forward, squeezing his ass. Jared stifles a moan with the back of his hand. This is embarrassing, and yet Jensen's clearly excited. He can tell by the huge bulge in his dark jeans. The man needs Jared's buttocks with one hand, and pinches a nipple with the other. Why is he doing this to him?
"You're very cute like this." Jensen manages to slip a finger inside, savoring Jared's sudden shriek. "Cute little virgin. Do you know how tempting you are? I wanna fuck you in this dressing room, Jared. But I won't. I want you to beg for me when the time comes. I want you to beg for me to give you my cock."
"Jen--Jensen! No--!"
"I think you mean yes. But another time maybe."
It's over before it ever truly began. Jensen takes his finger out of Jared, instructing him to put everything back on. However, he also commands him to keep on the panties. So, stealing? It's probably something he's accustomed to. Jared's done it before too, but that was out of necessity. He had to eat. After putting on his clothes, Jared and Jensen exit the dressing room, gaining the attention of a few customers. Jensen scares them off with a deadly glare.
He's pretty...well, protective of him, isn't he? What's that all about? Shouldn't he be taking him to somewhere safe to live a new life? Why does he suddenly care about a boy that's proving to be more of a burden each passing second? It's a mystery; and even if Jared asked, Jensen would deny that he cares about his wellbeing. But the proof is there. It's been there since he came to his aid yesterday. If he really didn't care, he would have left him to his fate.
As they reach the counter to pay for the clothing, Jared spots a row of used books. One in particular catches his eye. It has no cover, just a design. No words on the front at all. He soon picks it up, and opens the first few pages. It's Aesop's Fables. He's never explicitly read one out loud, but he knows a few stories. Jared takes the book and drops it on the checkout counter without thinking. Jensen raises an eyebrow at him; Jared blushes in response.
The gun toting gangster pays for it anyways, and they make their way back to the car.
****
"Those clothes fit nicely. Great choice."
"Uh, thanks." Jared hums.
He flips through the pages of his new book, marveling at the strange tales with world shattering morals. This Aesop must have been a wise man to come up with so many tales with lessons attached. The odd thing about this collection of stories that Jared notices is that it has very few humans. The tales are usually centered around animals or otherwise inanimate objects. A fable. And the title suddenly makes more sense now.
Jared hears Jensen talking, but he's not really listening because his attention is elsewhere. When they hopped into the car, Jared immediately put on his new clothes in the backseat. He unsuccessfully tried to avert Jensen's gaze from him. He should know by now that that man is stubborn, and will never do exactly as instructed or asked. He must be really fun at parties. That is if he actually attends them. Doesn't look like the type to do so.
"Do you hear me talking to you?"
"Huh?" Jared stops reading, looking at Jensen. "No, I'm sorry. It's the book. Can't stop reading it."
Jensen snorts, eyes in the road. "Really? What's it about?"
"It doesn't have a cohesive storyline. It tells different short stories about life lessons and such."
"Cohesive storyline?" The man chuckles. "Where'd you go to school? Harvard?"
The joke makes Jared laugh. Seems like he's been doing a lot of that lately with this guy. "No, unfortunately. I guess...you can say I'm smart. I just don't show it a lot. Scares people away."
"Sexy and smart. That's a deadly combination." Jensen flashes Jared a little grin. "Alright. Read something for me. I'm a little bored."
"O--Okay."
Jared skips ahead, finding a story titled, "The Wolves and the Sheepdogs".
"The Wolves thus addressed the Sheepdogs: 'Why should you, who are like us in so many things, not be entirely of one mind with us, and live as brothers should? We differ from you in one point only. We live in freedom, but you bow down to and slave for men, who in return for your services flog you with whips and put collars on your necks. They make you also guard their sheep, and while they eat the mutton, throw only bones to you. If you will be persuaded by us, you will give us the sheep, and we will enjoy them in common, till we all are surfeited.' The Dogs listened favorably to these proposals and, upon entering the den of the Wolves, they were set upon and torn to pieces."
Jared swallows a dry lump in his throat as he finishes the story. That was...unsettling, and it hit too close to home for some reason. He turns to look at Jensen who keeps his eyes forward. Yet, as Jared looks at him, he figures out quickly that he too was effected by the fable. Mark is much like the Wolves in that his promises of satisfaction towards others means nothing. Jared and Jensen, in this case, are the Sheepdogs: Ever trusting towards the Wolves. No longer.
"That was...interesting." Jensen says, clearing his throat. "Do another."
"Sure."
The boy turns a few pages forward, and finds another story. "The Wasp and the Snake".
"A Wasp seated himself upon the head of a snake and, striking him unceasingly with his stings, wounded him to death. The Snake, being in great torment and not knowing how to rid himself of his enemy, saw a wagon heavily laden with wood, and went and purposely placed his head under the wheels, saying: 'At least my enemy and I shall perish together.' And they both were killed."
"Jesus Christ!" The mobster laughs. "Are any of these gonna have happy endings or something? Fuck...okay, one more. This is actually kinda fun."
Jared smiles as he tries to find one more. At least they're bonding or whatever. He eventually comes across another fable. "The Dog and the Hare".
"A Hound having startled a Hare on the hillside, pursued him for some distance, at one time biting him with his teeth as if he would take his life, and at another fawning upon him, as if in play with another dog. The Hare said to him: 'I wish you would act sincerely by me, and show yourself in your true colors. If you are a friend, why do you bite me so hard? If an enemy, why do you fawn over me?'
No one can be a friend if you know not whether to trust or distrust him."
Now that story really hits him close to home. And for obvious reasons too! Jared is very much like the Hare in this situation, while Jensen is the Hound. There's instances in which he's unable to determine whether or not Jensen hates him, or if he's enamored by him. Jared wishes that yes, he'd act more appropriately towards him in terms of friendship...or something more.
He must see him as something more, right? Why else would Jensen do those things to him in the bathroom and the dressing room? He's clearly finding him somewhat attractive if he's sexually harassing the boy every five minutes. If this sexual tension between them keeps up, then Jared might not be a virgin for too long. And it's weird because the former stripper kinda doesn't mind having his virginity taken by Jensen.
Sure, he's extremely demanding and rough around the edges; not to mention violent, but underneath all of that is a cuddly teddy bear. Jared's sure of it. Jensen probably hides it because it shows weakness. But he shouldn't. Not if he truly likes Jared, and wants him to so desperately. No one else has done so much for him in such a small time frame.
How does he really feel towards him? It remains to be seen.
****
Jared is not surprised that Jensen's prized 1967 Chevy Impala nearly stops running out in the middle of nowhere. They've been on the road for most of the day, getting as far away from the city as possible. The car needs gas, and thankfully, there's a gas station nearby. Jared briefly gains the courage to tease Jensen on his neglect of his car. Big mistake. The man parks the car at the station, and proceeds to stick his tongue in Jared's mouth.
The boy half-heartedly attempts to get him off; he pounds on Jensen's chest to get the pervert to stop his devilish deeds. Only after Jensen restrains him by grabbing both wrists does Jared relax into the kiss. When Jensen pulls back, he smirks like the horrible Dog that he is. And Jared bites and licks his lips in embarrassment, like the Hare he might as well be. It would be damming to admit that he liked every second of it.
Jensen makes his body feel like it's on fire every time he touches him. Jared is smart enough to know that it's not normal, yet his heart is clouding his own mind. He needs to know why Jensen has this effect on him that no one else has. Not Mark, or those other bastards. Eventually, the man smooths the boy's rustled hair back, putting a few hairs behind his ears. It's almost too intimate. Strangely, it gives Jared a newfound sense of hope. Hope for their future.
Their future? No. Just his.
"Do I need to keep going, or have you learned your lesson on sass talking me?" Jensen teases, lewdly grabbing his crotch.
Jared's cheeks heat up as he drops his gaze down in his lap; Jensen's sweatshirt sleeves go over his hands. "I learned my lesson. You--You don't need to do anything else."
"Hm. Good boy. Come in with me."
Jensen doesn't give him any time to refute his orders as he exits the vehicle. He walks over to the passenger side to open the door for Jared, waiting patiently. Strange. He's not a patient man. At least that's what Jared has gathered from their time together. He doesn't keep the man waiting for long; he hops hot of the car, stretching. He's been in that car for a long time. It's a nice car too. Jensen sure does take good care of it.
Eventually, the two of them make their way inside, taking note that there's literally no one else here but the cashier. Jensen tells Jared to pick out a few snacks while he goes to pay for the gas. The boy nods, going to the back to look for something to drink. Jensen soon pays for the gas, and goes outside to fill up the tank. Jared assumes that he'll come back inside when he's done so he can also pick out some snacks.
During his small break, Jared's mind wanders back to a few months ago when he was still working in Mark's club. He was dancing on the pole, gyrating in almost impossible positions because his life depended on it. That's when he saw the green eyed mobster in the back booth. Jensen. Of course, Jared didn't know his name then. All he knew was that he was close to Mark. The man would only stare and stare at him as he danced, but he never once requested to have a private session with him.
And now Jared knows why.
Still in his thoughts, he's startled when Jensen comes up behind him, grabbing his hips in a loving manner. Wait, loving? That isn't so! Jared whips around, wide eyes looking into dark, amused ones. Jensen takes delight in viewing him and his different types of expressions. He loves seeing his reactions. Like it's one big game. A game of cat and mouse. Guess which one is the fucking mouse in this situation?
"Jumpy, much?" He says, hands up in the air. "Just seeing what you're doing."
"Oh...okay."
Jensen frowns. Not a good look. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing...just...thinking."
"About me, right?"
"Actually...yes."
He probably wasn't expecting such blunt honesty from Jared because Jensen's expression is in slight shock. "Really? Um...okay. Cool. What about me were you thinking about?"
"It doesn't matter." Jared sighs, clutching the snacks in his arms. "I appreciate everything you're doing for me, Jensen. I really do, but you have to tell me that you have a plan or something because we can't keep running--"
In an instant, there's a gunshot heard, and glass breaking. Jensen immediately grabs Jared, taking them down to the floor. The boy's so scared that he glances over Jensen's shoulder to see the cashier dead; he was shot in the skull. There's blood pooling around his corpse. At the same time, Jensen takes out his pistol, looking over the stack of snacks. He checks the chamber once.
"They found me!" Jared cries. "He's found me!"
"Stop it!" Jensen yells, trying to keep him together. "You stop it! Just stay calm, and exactly as I say."
The bell in front of the store chimes, and Jared clasps both hands over his mouth as he hears a familiar voice. "Jaybird? You in here? It's me! Ty! I'm here to take you home, buddy. Mark misses you so much."
Jensen directs Jared to get closer towards the door, taking cover behind a row of more junk food. This is happening! This is really happening! A real, live shootout. Just like in the movies. Except this isn't a movie. It's real. And Ty is here? Oh, no. He's one of the worst. If Mark has sent Ty to get him, then he's desperate. He's not as vicious as his employer, but he's done questionable things as well to a slightly lesser extent.
Jared takes a small peek around the corner. There's one other man that he recognizes in the store behind Ty. His name is Derek. He's new, but just like every lackey of Mark's, he'll readily pull the trigger on some unlucky bastard he tells them to. Jared takes another look at Jensen, fear in his eyes. If this goes south, Jensen will die, and he'll be taken back to Mark. And that's honestly a fate worse than death. The boy just cautiously awaits the mobster's signal.
"Jenny!" Ty calls. "I know you're in here too. Sad that I gotta kill you, man. You really were a good friend to me. You helped me meet my wife. She's gonna be crushed when she finds out that you died."
Jensen chuckles softly behind cover. "Yeah, I bet. But I think she's gonna be just fine knowing her dumbass of a husband died at a gas station. By the way, I fucked her on the night before the wedding. She fucking sucks, man."
"You son of a bitch!"
Jensen soon snaps out of cover, firing in the general direction of the two henchmen. "Jared, run to the car! Now!"
At his orders, Jared sprints forward out his hiding space, dashing towards the entrance. He hears Ty yell behind him in frustration, clearly torn between killing Jensen and capturing Jared. Ultimately, he decides to pursue the boy. After all, that's what they came here for. Jared doesn't get very far, however, as just before he opens the car door, he's grabbed from behind by Ty.
"Thought you could run from Mark? You should've known better!"
"Let me go! Just let me go! You don't have to do this! He doesn't need me!"
"I have to do this!" Ty grunts, struggling to keep the boy in his grasp. "I can't afford to let you go! I have a family that needs me, and if I don't bring you back, they'll die! Stop fighting!"
It's a very huge moral dilemma. If Jared keeps running, Ty's family will most likely be murdered by Mark. But if he goes willingly, then they'll probably be spared. Before he can even think on it more, a series of gunshots capture his attention. Jensen! He's still in there, possibly dead now. It's all for nothing. Yet Jared is soon proven wrong when the man exits the building, still holding onto his gun. His shoulder is bleeding; was he hit!?
Once Ty notices him, he grabs Jared again as a sort of human shield, also holding up his firearm He fires one time at Jensen who quickly takes cover behind the car Ty presumably drove to get here. Jared once again wiggles in the bulky man's grasp, trying everything to free himself. Thinking quickly, he uses the back of his head to hit Ty in the nose, causing him to fling the gun away. Then, he connects his fist to the man's groin.
However, his victory is short lived when he's backhanded across the face. Jared falls to the crowd, cowering in anger and fear. He's angry that Mark won't let me be, but he's even more afraid of the consequences of not going back. Ty looks for his lost gun, and in turn, so does Jared. They both spot it at the exact same time; it's only a few feet away. Jared quickly crawls his way to it as Ty rushes for it as well. Though the boy is quicker. He's grabs it and holds it in front of himself as he pulls the trigger, eyes closed.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Within moments, it's all over; silence. Ty's body flops on the pavement. He's dead. Jared opens his eyes, and they immediately begin to water. He just...killed someone. He killed one of Mark's trusted guards. He's not sure if he's relieved for the moment or more terrified for his and Jensen's safety. Jared soon lets loose his tears, having them helplessly run down his cheeks. Jensen eventually comes out of hiding, and carts him inside of the car.
He soon gets in as well, and starts up the car, driving away from the gas station and down the road. Jensen pulls Jared close to him with his right arm, allowing the traumatized young man to sob into his shirt. Now more than ever, Jared needs him. He needs this gruff, perverted mobster to look after him. He needs him to hold on tight and never let go.
The Hound to his Hare.