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Rule Thirteen: Despite rare cases of Weres mating with humans, there has been no historic precedent of an Alpha Were mating with a human.
Rule Fourteen: Do not delude yourself in believing that a Were will have, or develop, genuine “feelings” for His rukia.
Rule Fifteen: If somehow you have forgotten the one fundamental rule of survival, remember the golden standard: do not fall in love with an Other. It will be your death sentence.
Rule Sixteen: Do not fall in love with Jared Padalecki. See Rule 15.
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“We really have to stop meeting like this. People will start to talk.” Chris whispered to Jensen as he hastily slipped into the seat in front of him. He flashed him a quick, teasing smile. “Lighten up man. You look like you have the weight of the world on those pretty freckled shoulders. What’s going on?”
“Today is the day, Chris.” Jensen said in misery at his friend.
“What day is that?”
“The day I get my cast off my wrist!”
“And why is that a big deal? You get to have two working hands. Isn’t that a good thing?”
“No! It’s a bad thing! It means that I am fully healed. That I’m whole and healthy.”
“Why is that a…. oh Fuck! That means the Prince is going to fuck you to death tonight?! Shit, man. I’m sorry. I totally forgot. It’s been six weeks now. I still can’t believe that He waited that long for you.”
“Doesn’t feel that long to me.” Jensen grumbled as his mind flashed to the last two weeks. Jared had been a constant, giant and aggressive shadow at his side the entire time. The only moments of respite he had were in his classes and the few minutes he had to himself in the bathroom. The rest of the time Jared was invariably by his side. Jensen’s confrontation with the female Weres seemed to have added fuel to Jared’s possessive touches. His PDA had spiraled to unprecedented levels. Jared would typically have his fingers wrapped around His Rukia’s wrist, his arm around Jensen’s waist. Other times, his powerful hand could be found wrapping around the back of Jensen’s neck while his strong fingers caressed and petted at the bite scar.
Jensen didn’t mind all the touching. It was his body’s reaction that he was appalled with. Every time he felt the even the lightest brush of Jared’s fingertips he became half aroused. As the minutes stretched into hours, Jensen’s half hard cock would become engorged, aching, and leaking so much that it soaked through his boxers and stained the front of his jeans. He had taken to wearing dark color jeans. He would have worn something more forgiving of his permanent hard state but Jared had refused to allow him to wear clothes that were not fitted to his body. Jared enjoyed looking at him and didn’t want loose clothing to obscure his view.
In the privacy of His bedroom, Jared had become insatiable about biting at Jensen’s bite scar. His canines constantly nipped and scraped the ragged, rough surface of the wound. He became avidly obsessed with fucking his fingers in Jensen’s tight, hot, hole. Jensen would frequently find his jeans shoved down to his knees, legs spread out, with Jared’s talented fingers thrusting into him. It didn’t matter if he was in bed, asleep or awake, he would find himself moaning in desire; curling into Jared’s massive body with Jared’s hot breath thrilling against his ear, urging him to shout out his pleasure. Jared didn’t care if Jensen was making his way to the bathroom, he would suddenly find himself being shoved against the mirrored dresser, pants ripped to his ankles and legs kicked apart. Even as Jared mouthed at his neck, His fingers would already be pressing into him. Jensen would spend the rest of the night whimpering and moaning in tortured need, watching his reflection writhing on the hand which impaled him. He couldn’t explain the delicious thrill of excitement he felt, seeing Jared’s massive form behind him.
Depending on Jared’s mood, He would either let Jensen come quickly or torture him for hours, keeping him on a constant edge of release, forbidding Jensen to come, or His rukia would suffer the consequences. Punishment usually entailed endless extra hours of painful sexual denial. Jensen’s voice would be hoarse with all his pleas and wails for release. His plush lips would be reddened and bloodied by Jared’s covetous Mouth.
Even the mood at dinner with Jared’s parent had altered. Before, Jared’s mother had refused to acknowledge Jensen’s presence. However, in the weeks that followed, she began to give Jensen sidelong, sinister and calculating looks. Her lips would thin in disapproval and disgust. She was always careful, she never failed to divert her eyes whenever Jared looked at her, but Jensen saw and he knew that it was deliberate. In contrast Jared’s father remained coldly distant. When his eyes turned on Jensen it was always with a probing and dark expression and he made Jensen more nervous than Jared’s mother did. At least with Jared’s mother Jensen saw pure hatred, in Jared’s father he thought, at times, that he saw lust in the Older Were’s expression. Those times he nestled his body closer to Jared while sitting on His lap, burying his face in Jared’s hard chest. Most days, dinner left Jensen exhausted from his fears and anxieties.
“I may have something to cheer you up.”
“What? An escape plan?”
“No. Something in this reality.” Chris answered. He pushed a big, white manila envelope to Jensen. It was labeled from the University of British Columbia.
“I went over to your parents’ house yesterday, when they gave me a call. They wanted to give this to you but they didn’t know how. They didn’t know if it was safe to mention it on the phone with you in case Someone was listening.” Chris stared meaningfully into Jensen’s green eyes.
“Open it. Its big so it gotta be good news right?”
Jensen’s heart began to hammer into his chest. His fingers were shaking as he quickly tore open the envelope that held his future. He perused the letter content, his lips silently reading the words.
Chris watched Jensen’s beautiful face lose all color as his freckles stood out against his sudden paleness.
“I’m sorry, man. I thought with your grades it was a no brainer, that it was a sure deal. Its their stupid loss.”
“Huh? What are you talking about Chris? I got in. I got accepted to British Columbia’s Science program.”
“Wait, what?! Then why do you look like your gut got torn out of your body? Why aren’t you celebrating man?”
I don’t know, thought Jensen. He continued to stare at the letter in his hands. This was his escape plan. With this acceptance letter he was guaranteed a full scholarship, he had a chance to disappear from Wolfbane for good and that meant disappearing from Jared’s life. He knew he should be excited, yet he felt conflicted. Pure terror, uncertainty and joy warred within him. Jensen looked up at his friend, trying to smile but failing miserably.
“Could you do me a favor, Chris? Can you keep this letter for me? I don’t think it would be good if Jared found this acceptance letter.”
“Sure, man. No problem. This is a good thing right? You worked really hard for this, your entire life. Come on. This is it. You get out clean.” Chris fixed him with his blue-eyed gaze, “Look, I don’t want to mention this but I couldn’t get any more information on your strange behavior the other day and this ‘sanguinem saeviendo’ that the Other was talking about, I got no clue. If anyone knows anything, they ain’t saying nothing.”
Jensen looked at his friend in disbelief. It was startling to find that Chris couldn’t get any information on a certain topic. The young man was known among friends and confidantes for his expert knowledge of local gossip and urban mythology.
“Wait, how did you know about ‘sanguinem saeviendo’? I didn’t tell you that Chad told me. And you seriously got nothing on this?”
Chris gave him a look that said, and they call me the idiot, “You know there is no such thing as privacy on school grounds. It was all over school in five minutes. The really strange thing was that no Were said anything. No hint of what sanguinem saeviendo means. Of course the humans ran rampant with lame ideas but it was just weird how the Others reacted. There was no reaction and that in itself was odd. I don’t know, man. Whatever it means, its not good news. It has to be something scary. You need to get out and not look back.”
Jensen didn’t reply. He wasn’t sure what to say. He looked back to the letter in his hand.
“Just remember the rules, Jense. Don’t let Him know about the letter and survive to graduation.”
Easier said than done, thought Jensen gloomily, as he continued to stare at the letter.
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“Alright Jensen. If you would hold still, I am going to saw this cast off your wrist. Then I’m going to x-ray it to confirm that it’s fully healed. Ready?” Doc Beaver asked Jensen and he turned on the machine saw.
Jensen nodded. He could feel Jared’s huge body against his back. His muscular arms were loosely wrapped around Jensen’s chest as His hand caressed His Rukia’s waist.
He was so focused on Jared’s presence that he didn’t realize Doc Beaver had already finished removing his cast. The doctor moved to the other room, expecting Jensen to follow him for his X-ray and Jensen unconsciously leaned backwards into Jared’s embrace, seeking permission to leave with the doctor. Jared bent down and nuzzled at Jensen’s neck, sucking hard at the tender skin, leaving a vivid bruise.
“You may go for now, Pretty. Hurry back.”
Jensen purred his promise as he hurried to follow the doctor. Did I just purr, Jensen thought, in a daze as he felt the heat of embarrassment sweep through his body.
“Listen to me, Son. I don’t have a lot of time before He comes looking for you. Before he takes you, I want you to take these pills. They are very powerful painkillers. It will help with the pain that will surely come. You only take a maximum of 3 pills. Do not take more than that or it will be fatal. Do you understand, Jensen?” Doc Beaver’s eyes stared directly into Jensen. It was the first time the doctor had made direct eye contact with Jensen since he had become Jared’s property.
“If three are lethal, why are you giving me six pills?”
“In case you think the pain is to much to handle.”
“What? I’m not going to fucking kill myself!”
“I didn’t say that, Jensen. But I’m going to give you these pills anyway. Keep them in your pocket. Please think about it.” Doc Beaver moved away from Jensen. He grabbed an X-ray film from behind his desk as he started walking toward the door.
“Your wrist was healed four weeks ago. I had you wear the cast to give you time to either accept what is coming and what will be, or to fight against it. Good luck, Son.” Doc Beaver left the room without another word, leaving a speechless and bewildered Jensen behind him.
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“Pretty, are you coming out? Or do I have to knock down the door?” Jensen could feel the vibrations of Jared pounding against the bathroom door. He was leaning over the bathroom sink staring at his reflection. He could still hear Doc Beaver’s voice, begging him to take the magic pills that would take away the pain that was promised.
He stared at the six pills in his hands. He always considered himself a practical person. He hated pain, and knew the best solution to avoid the inevitable agony was to self-medicate. But then all he would feel in Jared’s arms would be numbness. He would be unable to feel the mind-blowing pleasure that he always found in Jared’s embrace. He knew now that he had his acceptance letter, that this time with Jared was limited. When he ran he wanted to know that he had taken every chance of ecstasy with Jared that he could. He hungered to experience every single moment until the day he disappeared. He walked to the toilet and dropped the pills into the bowl. He flushed the toilet and as the water swirled the pills away the door splintered and smashed, swaying as it barely hung on by its hinges.
Jensen turned to Jared in open mouthed shock. The Were seem to increase in His massive size as he strode over to Jensen’s side, grabbing at his throat, lifting and slamming him against the cold, tiled wall. The mirror against the wall shook with the force of Jensen’s body being shoved against the wall. Jensen’s feet were hanging inches from the ground, his entire weight rested in Jared’s angry grip.
“What did you take, Pretty?” Jared growled menacingly to Jensen, his deep blue-green eyes were turning to amber, his face dark with rage.
“N..nothing.” Jensen managed to get out, as the hold against his throat tightened under Jared’s fingers. His vision blurred and dimmed and his lungs constricted as his heart thumped rapidly in his chest. He was desperate for oxygen.
“Don’t lie to me, Pretty! I know the doctor was stupid enough to give you pills. I am asking you again. WHAT DID YOU TAKE?” Jared became even more enraged as he began to pound Jensen’s body against the wall. The force of Jensen’s body slamming against the wall had the tiles cracked and break. The broken fragments shattered as they fell to the floor.
Jensen started to see white dots in his vision. He felt light-headed and made a feeble attempt to explain to Jared. “I…didn’t ….take any..thing. Dro… pills in tol…t” Jensen’s hands which had been struggling against the fingers gripping his neck, slowly fell to his side, his eyes closed as he slipped into unconsciousness.
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“Gratia, wake up. I need to see those pretty green eyes. Open them for me.” Jensen felt gentle fingers caressing his face. His body felt tired as he struggled to listen to the whispered command.
His eyes opened and he saw Jared smiling down at him, his face full of tenderness. I must be dreaming, thought Jensen. He couldn’t help the answering smile spreading across his own face as he stretched his body closer to Jared’s warmth. He nestled his face closer to Jared’s naked muscled chest and realized that they were in bed and they were both apparently, naked.
“You will be punished for locking yourself away from me, Gratia. But since you did not take those foolish pills, I will be lenient with you. I will suspend your punishment until a later date. Instead, tonight I am going to fuck that pretty virgin hole of yours with my cock all night long, while you beg for more. Am I not merciful?”
Jensen moaned in anticipation flinching as he felt the tenderness of his throat. He remembered the altercation in the bathroom and began to tremble in fear. As if reading his thoughts, Jared bent close to Jensen’s ear to suck and nip at the shell. “Tonight you will be completely mine; body and soul, Gratia.”
Jared began stroking His Rukia’s body, hiking both of Jensen’s knees up and spreading his legs wide enough to fit his massive body between them. This left Jensen’s tight, pink vulnerable hole exposed to Jared’s lusty gaze. Jared’s clever hand began to stroke Jensen into hardness as his other hand rubbed and twisted Jensen’s nipples. Jared crushed his lips against Jensen’s, thrusting his skilful tongue against Jensen’s own, electrifying Jensen into throbbing hardness. His fingers slipped down from Jensen’s sensitive and stiff nipples to his aching hole. They circled the tender rim before pressing into Jensen’s tight heat. Jared growled in pleasure as he sank his lips once more into Jensen’s neck, nuzzling at the pulse point.
Jensen whimpered in pleasure, any discomfort he felt at his throat was forgotten by the intense passion that Jared invoked. His engorged cock dripped pre-come as he jerked and thrust wantonly against Jared’s hardness. He could feel how big Jared’s cock was against his thighs. His fingers yearned to touch Jared but he held back, fearful of the reaction he might receive. He didn’t know if Jared preferred him to remain passive or if he was allowed to touch the expanse of muscles in front of his eyes.
“You may touch me, Gratia.”
Jensen’s fingers tentatively sought Jared’s naked chest, his fingers lightly caressing the muscled abdomen before reaching behind and stroking Jared’s well toned back. Jared growled his approval, inflaming Jensen’s desire. He felt powerful with the groans of rapture that his touch elicited from Jared. He wanted to touch Jared’s hardness but he was afraid and unsure. His hands continued to smooth Jared’s back as he lifted his hips to grind himself against Jared’s massive cock. His leaking head slipped along Jared’s silky hot shaft. His mind whirled with pleasure and lust as Jared increased the thrusting rhythm of his fingers in Jensen’s hole, probing repeatedly at his sensitive prostate.
“I am much too hungry for you, my Pretty Gratia. I cannot wait any longer.” Jared gripped Jensen’s ass cheeks, spread them wide open for his big cock. He pressed it against the tight entrance slicking his leaking cock against Jensen’s rim, slipping the head slowly inward, wetting the entrance. “Mos vos in aeterum,” Jared growled at Jensen as he pushed, with blunt force, slowly into Jensen.
Jensen stared up at the Were, his face flushed with need and bursting with desire as his heart pounded loudly in his chest. Fear lost the battle to lust as he wrapped his arms around Jared’s shoulder, pulling him close, not a space between them. “Yours,” Jensen murmured.
That one, seemingly innocent word triggered something primal in Jared. His blue green eyes flashed in a moment, to amber yellow. His canines extended out of his mouth as he bit hard into Jensen’s sweat- beaded neck, reopening the scar. His hips thrust completely forward sinking his entire, huge cock into Jensen. The pace became punishing, pounding into Jensen as his canines continued to tear at His Rukia’s throat. He growled his dominance and possession, his arms grasped Jensen tight, easily encircling his body.
Jensen cried out his submission. Moments ago he was riding waves of pleasure. Now all he could feel was the rippling pain. He felt like his insides were being torn apart by Jared’s massive cock, and all the while blood drained from him as Jared continue to suck and bite at his throat. Jared’s fingers clawed sharp into the tender skin tightening around his chest. He began to pray for numbness to overtake his mind. Jared continued his jack hammering rhythm, driving deeply into Jensen, slapping his balls against Jensen’s ass. Jensen remained limp like a rag doll. Afraid of the pain he lay passive, his body being jerk around with each power thrust, waiting for Jared’s release. Jared didn’t seem to notice Jensen’s distress, he continued to chase after his orgasm, he plunged into him harder and faster and his hold around Jensen’s chest became tighter. I can’t breathe, thought Jensen as he gasped for air.
He heard the sick sound of bone cracking as his chest flared into burning torment. The silence of the bedroom was shattered by anguished screams and howls of dominance. I wonder who those screams are coming from, was Jensen last conscious thought as he slipped into the comforting darkness that clouded his mind.
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“Jensen, can you hear me son? I need you to open your eyes.”
Jensen could hear Doc Beaver’s voice but he didn’t want to open his eyes. His body was sore, it hurt all over. He didn’t want to face what new horrors the day would bring. He could feel a warm solid body against his side and he quaked in fear, sure that it was Jared who lay beside him.
As if reading his thoughts, the arms that were loosely wrapped about him tightened their grip.
“You heard the doctor, Gratia. I want to see those pretty green eyes of yours.”
Jensen wanted to scream and rail at the order but he knew better, he opened his eyes. He was lying in a hospital bed with Jared beside him. He could see Doc Beaver and was aghast at the condition he was in. The man had partially healed claw marks that ran from his forehead down his chin. His left eye was covered with an eye batch bandage. He was also leaning heavily on a cane.
Doc Beaver averted his one good eye, showing no expression on his face as he continued to examine Jensen.
“You have two broken ribs, four bruised ribs, some internal tears that are bleeding and you have reopened the wound at your neck. I am going to keep you overnight for observation. I recommend bed rest for a minimum of two weeks.”
“Thank you, Doctor. You may leave.” The sound of Jared’s voice had Doc Beaver visibly wincing with all color draining from his face. The Doctor hurriedly left the room, grateful to be hobbling away with his cane.
“You heard the doctor, Gratia. I want you to rest. I will be here.”
With those words, Jensen, who was already quivering in terror of his agonizing memories, turned to his side. He edged away from Jared, trying to curl himself small. Jared’s displeasure was instantly recognizable, the Were grabbed Jensen and tossed him on his back, displaying no mercy for Jensen’s tears and screeching pain. Jared lowered his mammoth body on top of Jensen. His dark eyes stared uncompromisingly into Jensen’s eyes.
“You will always sleep with my hands on your body, until the day you die, Jensen.” Jensen nodded his head mutely, terrified to take his eyes from Jared’s face. The Prince seemed satisfied with His Rukia’s response. He settled back on his side and arranged Jensen carefully in his arms.
Jensen’s panic gradually eased. He pressed his cheek against his Were’s chest to breathe the familiar scent of Jared. It made him feel safe and secure and he didn’t care that it made no sense with the injuries that Jared had caused him. He could feel Jared’s fingers massaging his lower back, soothing him. He nestled closer to Jared’s body, rubbing his face against the muscular chest as he drifted to sleep.
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“It’s been two days since your injuries. How do you feel, Jensen?”
“I actually feel kinda good. I don’t feel much pain anymore to tell you the truth, Doc. That must mean you have amazing skills!”
Doc Beaver still refused to look at Jensen directly. Jensen felt guilty that he had been the cause of his injuries.
“I took a look at your X-rays today to be sure that you were healing properly. There are no signs of any broken ribs. In fact, even you can see that the bruising has virtually disappeared. Your internal tears have completely healed; there is no evidence of scarring which is unusual, considering the extensive nature of the injuries.”
“What does that mean, Doc? Please, I’m sorry that I caused you trouble but I don’t understand what is happening to me.”
Doc Beaver finally looked up at Jensen’s frightened face and sighed. He didn’t blame the boy for what had happened. He blamed the crazy possessive Were Prince and knew he was lucky to be alive but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still bitter and angry over the attack.
“Its not your fault Jensen. I don’t blame you. I should have known not to get involved between a Were and his rukia. Lesson learned. Now, these results indicate that you have increased your healing abilities dramatically from last time you were here however, you are still healing at a slower rate than a Were. What does it all mean? I don’t know, Jensen but I think you need to discuss these results with the Prince.” and without waiting for Jensen’s response, the doctor left the room.
Jensen sighed and lay back against the hospital bed. Jared had insisted that he continue to stay at the hospital under Doc Beaver’s care until he regained some of his strength. He was ordered to stay in bed until Jared came to collect him. As he lay there, thoughts and feelings swirled about his head. He had no idea what the results implied, he knew that the doctor suspected something, knew more than he let on, but his refusal to help was clear. Jensen understood and tried not to take it personally. If he was in Doc Beaver’s position he would stay away from Jensen as far as humanely possible.
“So you survived after all! I’m impressed.” Jensen was startled from his thoughts, sitting up in quick response to the comment. He turned his head and watched Chad pull up a chair to sit beside the bed.
“What are you doing here?”
“Thought we could finish up our last conversation, seeing as you proved that you’re not a waste of space after all.”
“Gee thanks. Does Jared know you’re here?”
A shadow flashed across Chad’s blue eyes. “My Prince is busy with other important matters right now and wanted me to watch over his precious Gratia. I see you are healing; faster than a normal human but slower than a Were pup. Still promising. Maybe there is hope after all. How ironic that a weak human may be our salvation. Perhaps you can save us all from sanguinem saeviendo.”
“What the hell is sanguinem saeviendo?”
Chad stared unflinchingly at Jensen’s eyes and answered, “Your death.”
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