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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Fantasy, medieval_times, Alpha/Omega, Dubious_Consent, Older_Jensen,
      younger_Jared, Top_Jensen, Bottom_Jared, Alpha_Jensen, Omega_Jared,
      Erotic_fantasy_imagery, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Series:
      Part 4 of Mates_Verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-26 Words: 2204
****** Of A Time, Dark and Lovely ******
by BronteLover
Summary
     Jared is Jensen's young and virginal war trophy, who finds unexpected
     ecstasy with his horned alpha.
Notes
     Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor do I own Jensen Ackles and
     Jared Padalecki, who are both autonomous people. I am not writing
     this work for commercial or monetary gain, but simply for non-profit
     entertainment.
     So I haven't been around in a while, and I am still working on all my
     WIPs, but I've got a few ideas for one shots that I'm also writing at
     the moment.
     I was looking at Boris Vallejo and Julie Bell's mind-blowingly
     brilliant erotic and fantasy art recently, and became inspired to
     replace their fur clad damsels with an adolescent Jared and one of
     their mystic creatures with a horned Jensen! I do hope you enjoy it!
     And thanks for reading!
See the end of the work for more notes
Jared’s heart was racing as his breath crystallised before him in the icy chill
of the Northern night. He looked about himself and all he saw was darkness, and
rolling blankets of snow beneath a starless sky. He longed for the South. His
homeland. Where there were rolling hills of yellow corn and clear blue skies,
where larks flew and sang. Instead of the buzz of cicada, there was the howling
wind and the crackle and pop of fire, and the thrumming of his heart.
They had lost the war. His father was dead, and his brother was returning home,
shamed and broken, having had to give Jared up to their conquerer as a war
prize. Jared thought of Michael, his intended, with his smooth skin and his
supple thighs, and he wanted to weep at the fact that he would never see him
again.
“Come,” said the guard, in the guttural tongue of the North. “His Lord will see
you now.” Jared suppressed a shiver as he drew his thick furs closer about his
lean frame, and lifted his chin, as he had been taught to do as a child.
“Wait here,” instructed the guard, as he and Jared stopped outside of a large,
burgundy coloured tent.
Jared heard voices from within, that of the guard, and another deeper voice,
which had the cadence of whisky coated gravel. Jared wanted to hate that voice,
but it made something inside of him thrill.
The guard emerged soon enough, and motioned for Jared to enter the tent, before
he closed the flap behind the captive young prince, and left him standing just
within the entryway. Jared was unable to suppress his shiver this time, for the
tent was warm and smelled like foreign oils and fruit. The lighting was low and
amber from the lamps which hung from the wooden beams within the tent.
Jared started when that same rich voice said, “Greetings young Prince Jared. I
am glad of your company.”
Jared swallowed audibly and his eyes widened as he took in the man before him.
He was unmistakably an alpha, with the large, onyx horns that curled from his
forehead, and the lazily writhing tail that caressed one broad, creamy
shoulder. His hair was sunkissed, and closed cropped, as if he kept it short
with a very sharp blade. His eyes were an icy green, but not unkind, in their
large, heavily fringed setting, above a short, straight nose and a full, blood
rich mouth. His strong, square jaw led into a long, strong neck and well
muscled shoulders and a slightly scarred, defined chest. His torso was long and
rippled with the evidence of his physical labours, as did his arms, and the
slightly bowed legs that were long in the thigh and calf. Jared could not help
his fascination with the caramel freckles that sprinkled the arch of that
perfect nose and that pale, smooth skin.
“M—my Lord,” Jared murmured, cringing at his stuttering, as he made to kneel.
“There is no need for that,” the alpha said, approaching Jared and tilting his
chin up so that green met hazel. “My name is Jensen, and I would have you use
it, for you are my war trophy, and I mean to keep you.”
Jared wanted to weep at his circumstances. Yes, Jensen was beautiful, but with
him, Jared would never again enjoy the expected unfettered existence of his
past. Jared did not realise he was crying until Jensen cupped his face and
kissed the moisture from his high cheekbones.
“Although you look lovely when you cry, I would have you be happy here.”
Jared nodded, but could not suppress the sob which bubbled up his tight throat.
“I—I am sorry my lor—Jensen, I do not mean to be ungrateful in the face of your
kindness.”
Jensen shook his head, “There is no shame in your behaviour, Jared. You are
young and far from home, and your father has just died. A fact for which I am
grieved. Your father was a fine man and a great warrior. He will have a hero’s
funeral in your homeland.”
Jared nodded as he wiped the tears from his cheeks, but they still clung to his
eyelashes, making little jewels in the light, and Jensen felt his arousal stir
once more.
“Are you a…virgin, Jared?” Jensen asked softly, combing his fingers through
Jared’s waist length chestnut hair, the waves thick and silky to the touch.
Jared’s breath hitched before he nodded his head, and a blush consumed his neck
and broad, young chest. “I have done other things,” Jared admitted quietly.
“But I have never fully lain with another.”
“With whom did you do these other things?” Jensen asked, as he drew the thick
fur from the boy’s shoulders, exposing a stunningly lithe body, clad only in a
knee length loincloth of animal skin.
“With my…intended, Michael,” he explained, fingering the gold armlet around his
upper arm.
“What were these other things?” smiling slightly, he ran his fingers along the
top of Jared’s loincloth, making his breath hitch once more.
Jared closed his eyes for a moment, willing away the embarrassment that would
make him mute.
“I took Michael within my…mouth…and he—he took put his mouth…there,” Jared
murmured, motioning in the general direction of his lower back and further
down.
“I see,” he said, gently unclasping the gold chain that secured the sides of
Jared’s loincloth over his smooth, sharp hips.
Jared’s eyes fluttered open as he felt himself be completely exposed to the
other man’s gaze, feeling supremely ashamed at the evidence of his half hard
arousal. Jensen moved so that his body brushed along Jared’s side, and his
fingers swept over the trail of hair below his navel.
“Which did you like best?” he whispered hotly against Jared’s ear.
Jared bit his lip as he recalled Michael fucking his face, and filling his
throat with his come, and causing his own unexpected climax. Then his memories
shifted to the feel of grass beneath his back, and the hot, moist penetration
of Michael’s tongue as Jared’s long thighs framed his dark head.
“Ah,” Jensen smiled once more. “You enjoyed both.” Jared made to draw away,
perhaps cover himself, but Jensen was hard and burning against his back, and
while Jared had recalled his forbidden trysts, he had removed his own covering,
and his cock slid wetly against the silky skin of Jared’s thighs and buttocks.
“I’m going to fuck you, Jared,” he said, his voice dark and consuming. “But
first I’m going to stuff your mouth full of me, and line your throat with my
release, and then I’ll have you writhing on my tongue, until your thighs and
hole are soaked with slick.”
Jared couldn’t help but moan softly as slick pulsed out of him and glossed his
inner thighs. Jensen turned him around and gently guided him to his knees. The
thick furs were soft and warm beneath him, and he realised that he had closed
his eyes once more at the onslaught of his intense arousal. He gasped as
Jensen’s cock glistened at his eye level, almost puce at the tip, which flared
out slightly and leaked pearls of pre-ejaculate. He swallowed thickly as he
closed his large hand around the turgid length, feeling the heat and thickness,
as he slowly ran his fingers up to the golden red curls at the base, and his
other hand explored the satinlike fullness beneath.
He met Jensen’s hooded green gaze as he licked the dripping head, and revelled
in the alpha’s gasp at the feel of the warm metal of Jared’s tongue piercing.
His lips were a wet pink ring around Jensen’s girth. He whimpered slightly, and
let his eyes fall shut, as Jensen’s powerful hand grasped his hair and drew it
up into a high pony in the cradle of his hand, using it to guide Jared further
forward. Jared’s mouth stretched wider, and his lashes fluttered as his eyes
watered, and he thought about Jensen holding him down and splitting him open.
Jensen could tell that Jared’s own release was close as the omega’s body legs
flexed and spread wider, and his hips swayed, fingernails tightening in
Jensen’s skin, his fist squeezing tighter around Jensen’s cock. He traced the
stretched bloom of Jared’s mouth before his fingers trailed lower, to Jared’s
pierced nipples, and he slowly slid the ring through the small, rosy buds.
Jared let out a desperate whimper and spilled his release, thick and white, on
the furs below his knees.
Jared’s moan, and the slick, velvet grasp of his throat around Jensen’s
cockhead, was enough to make Jensen grunt out his release, revelling in the
slight swelling of Jared’s smooth throat with his girth and thick come. He used
his grip on Jared’s thick hair to draw him off, his mouth parted and bruised,
as Jensen fell to his knees and licked his taste from his mouth.
He drew back, moaning softly at the sight of saliva connecting his tongue to
Jared’s pierced one. Jared panted slightly, fighting for breath after Jensen’s
dual abuse of his mouth and throat. He went willingly as Jensen pushed Jared
back onto the furs, his hair spilling out around him like a chestnut halo with
golden tones dancing in the strands from the lamps overhead.
Jensen guided Jared’s legs up and apart so that they rested on his muscled
shoulders, as he parted Jared’s buttocks and bared the dark pink, glistening
entrance between. He couldn’t help but dip his head and lick up the sweet
lubricant, as his hand trailed higher and traced the small metal bar through
the underside of the head of Jared’s cockhead. Jared’s toes curled against
Jensen’s back at the stimulation from both his hot, questing tongue at his
opening, and his thumb stroking his piercing. Pleasure prickled and burned from
where Jensen’s tongue stretched him open to his penis, and the vulnerable skin
of his thighs where Jensen’s warm, smooth horns whispered along his flesh.
His hands desperately gripped the furs and his back arched in a glistening
curve, by the time Jensen sat back on his haunches and gazed at Jared. His full
mouth glistened with the omega’s juices, and his own cock was hard and wet once
more.
“Let us go to the bed,” he murmured, as he pulled Jared’s relaxed body into his
arms and carried the boy to the fur covered bed.
Jared rose up onto his elbows, and watched as Jensen smoothly crawled so that
his upper body was nestled in the v of Jared’s supple thighs. He slowly raised
his hand and trailed his finger down one of Jensen’s black horns, watching in
fascination as Jensen’s eyelids fluttered and he turned into Jared’s touch.
Jared rose fully and replaced his finger with his mouth, wrapping his lips
around the tip of the horn and imitating what he had done to Jensen’s arousal
only a little while before.
“Oh gods, Jared,” he moaned, cupping the back of the omega’s neck, before he
flipped them over so that Jared was straddling him. “I want to see you above
me. That way you will have control and it will hurt less.”
Jared smiled softly and nodded, his stomach was tight with nerves and desire.
Jensen’s large hands gripped his slim hips and guided Jared until he was slowly
impaled upon his unyielding length. Jared stilled for a moment, breathing
shallowly at the force of the pleasure coursing through him from Jensen’s
intrusion. His movements were awkward and hesitant at first, but they became
smoother and more controlled as he continued and Jensen whispered words of
encouragement and comfort. Soon he was riding Jensen like a feral thing, his
head thrown back, making his hair cascade down his back like a rippling
curtain, and his mouth open, his tongue stud gleaming in the light, and his
eyes half closed, crescents of swirling ecstasy.
Jensen began to grunt and moan at his omega’s increased fervour, and Jared
thought he made a beautiful sight with his lust blown gaze, and the contrast of
his ebony horns, golden hair and milky skin. His body was a sensuous sight, his
nipples small and dusky, and his muscles tensing and releasing as he thrust up
into Jared each time he sank down. After what felt like a moment and an age,
Jared finally found his release, sobbing it out and as it thickly coated
Jensen’s shining skin and his own piercing. Jensen held him down, seemingly
trying to mark him as deeply as possible, and his own come filled Jared’s
insides, and his knot swelled, making Jared’s eyes roll back and another orgasm
wash through him.
He rested his hands on Jensen’s hard abdominal muscles and panted, his eyes
shut against the throbbing remnants of his successive releases. He opened them,
however, when he felt Jensen’s warm, calloused palm against his cheek, and
stared into surprisingly vulnerable green eyes.
“This makes you mine now,” Jensen murmured, almost uncertainly. “Is it what—you
want?”
Jared turned into his Jensen’s hand and kissed the skin, before replying, “Yes,
my dark and lovely alpha.”
 
End Notes
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