Fic: One Solitary Heartbeat

[beanside]

Deathknell for the weekend. I promise, we'll get caught up on thank yous soon!

Title: One Solitary Heartbeat
Authors: nilchance and beanside
Rating: MC-17
Disclaimer: Didn't happen. Tis all fiction and lies.
A/N: Many thanks to the lovely poisontaster for pointing us in the right direction, and topaz119 for letting us know we were on the right track when we got there.




For a long moment, Jeff thought Jensen was going to run. Truth be told, he didn't know what he would do if that happened. The last thing he wanted was to be one more person that made Jensen's decisions for him. But he knew he couldn't lose him again.

Slowly, painfully, Jensen took his hands off the rails and turned around. He kept his hands up and eyes averted. Blood streaked his face like war paint.

Before Jeff could speak, Tom's voice came clear over the receiver that Jeff had wrapped around the back of his ear. "All clear?"

Touching the receiver, Jeff murmured, "We're good. Both hitters are down."

"Good." Tom exhaled, a brief burst of static. "Grant says the grid's about to blow. Get the scorpion out now."

Jeff grimaced. If it wasn't for bad luck, he'd have no damn luck at all. "Jen," he said, as gently as he could, "I need you to trust me. The scorpion needs to come out, or it's going to trigger."

Jensen's eyes darted up, so wide the whites showed. "What?"

"Please," Jeff murmured. "Can I-?"

After another second wasted, Jensen turned his head so that Jeff could see the tiny bump under his skin.

Jeff pulled out the first aid kit that he kept upstairs; weirdly grateful that he'd nearly took a finger off with a canvas cutter four years ago. He showed Jensen the open kit as he approached. "Do you want something to bite on?"

"I'm fine, get it out."

"Okay. Just hold still." The loft was hardly sterile; Jeff had to settle for a cheap anti-bacterial gel for his hands and Jensen's throat. Bracing one hand on Jensen's shoulder, Jeff carefully used the canvas cutter to re-open the tiny insertion scar. It was so damn close to the carotid...

Blood welled up, tricking down Jensen's chest. Jensen was silent, taut under Jeff's hand. Setting his jaw, Jeff used the flat of the blade to push torn muscle aside, and caught a glint of metal. "There it is," he murmured. The fine tweezers he kept for splinters slid into the wound, lightly pressing on either side of the tiny device. A faint electrical current jolted through them, and Jeff nearly twitched. Nearly cost Jensen his life. He gritted his teeth through the sting until the charge wore itself out and stopped again. "Goddamn it. They wrapped the barb around a muscle. Brace yourself."

Jensen made a noise in the back of his throat as Jeff wriggled the barbed hook free of his muscle. Otherwise he was perfectly still, even when Jeff had to widen the cut to prevent triggering the venom. It seemed like hours, but the scorpion came free by painful degrees. It was bigger than Jeff had expected, about double the size of the normal ones.

As Jeff pulled the last centimeter of barb free, a tiny LED lit up. A tinny voice broke the silence. "Matthew Dean, I send the best of my chosen to you. If you're hearing this, then you are wise enough to see through the masks of men."

"Bentley," Jensen said hoarsely.

Jeff half paid attention to it, pressing a clean cloth to the wound. He set the scorpion aside on his desk and looked from the incision to the gash on Jensen's arm. "That'll need stitches."

"S'fine." Jensen fumbled a hand up to hold the cloth, clumsily bumping Jeff's fingers. He didn't seem to notice.

"Now I make you an offer," Bentley's recording continued. "Chancellor's reign is full of excess. He is a blind old fool, and together we can remove him from power. You could re-enter the United States and take office. I would remain your advisor. With the will of God behind us, we cannot fail."

Jeff said bitterly, "Sure, after you spend thirty years hunting me like an animal, I'll just up and join your psycho jihad. Dicksmack." He could see Jensen eyeing him nervously, and shut his mouth. Didn't want to freak him out any more than he was.

Bentley continued, "As an act of good faith, the life of my apostle is yours. If you accept, I ask that you send me Christian Kane in whatever condition you would like."

Jeff felt his fingers tighten on the blade. He closed his eyes and exhaled, slowly, to keep from snarling.

"May God be with you," Bentley said.

Then the tiny device spat, milky venom leaking over the table.

"Sonofabitch," Jeff muttered, slamming a heavy book on it. The crunch wasn't nearly as satisfying as breaking Bentley's face. He turned to Jensen. "You okay?"

"Yes," Jensen said, looking shocky and several miles from all right. When Jeff went to check his wound, Jensen shied away from his hand. "I don't think you understand what's going on, President Dean. I'm not-"

"Jeff, please. And I know you were Morgan's slave. My cousin had you, you were passed around, and you ended up with Bentley. Bentley learned about Jared, sent you across the border to come home with us and kill me. Instead, you saved my life." Jeff raised his eyebrows. "Did I miss anything?"

Jensen stared. "When did you...?"

"Morning after you came here. Kane called me-"

"Kane?" Jensen echoed. He leaned heavily back against the loft's rail, like he was facing an execution. "He knows?"

"Christian knows. But he also knows who you are. He was Morgan's, Jen, her first slave. He's been looking for you." Watching Jensen's face, Jeff added as gently as he thought Jensen would let him, "We've both been looking for you for a long time."

Jensen's mouth moved silently, then set in a hard line. Jeff could see him shutter down, pushing it aside for later. "You need to take Jared and get out of here. You know how to hide-"

"There's a contingency plan in place. Some higher-ups in the Canadian embassy know who I am, so we're going there. From there, we're probably going to Alaska."

"You shouldn't have told me that," Jensen said. He looked so tired that Jeff's fingers itched to wrap him up on the couch with a blanket and a bad movie. They couldn't, though. No more of this couch, no more of the bed where he'd first laid Jared down and kissed him. No more pretending he was normal.

"Since we want you to come with us, yeah. I should." Before Jensen could protest, Jeff held up a hand. "At least until you get a Canadian passport. From there, Kane's got enough contacts to keep you hidden until Judgment Day if you want."

"You want me to come with you," Jensen said, each word measured. He didn't quite look at Jeff. "I was Morgan's. I'm yours now."

"No. You're not anybody's, Jen." Bending to catch Jensen's eyes, Jeff said firmly, "You're free now. It's over. Understand?"

Jensen looked him in the face and lied, "Yes."

Right. That went well. Dragging a hand through his hair, Jeff started to try again, but Tom's voice cut him off. "Get ready. Kane's transport is rolling in. Sing out when you're headed out the door."

Speaking of screwed up scenarios. Maybe it was Jeff's guilty conscience, but he heard the keen edge in Tom's voice now. He had been friends with these people. Welling and Hartley, Rosenbaum and Mack had considered him their friend. He'd moved among them, lying all the way, putting them in danger every time they came near him. He could've stopped the slavery, all the abuses Mack went through. Now they were putting their lives on the line for him. Could he blame them for resenting it?

"Got it, Welling. Thanks. Out." Turning to Jensen, Jeff said, "Kane's here. I just need to grab our stuff. Will you get Bisou's leash?"

Looking relieved to have an order to obey, Jensen nodded and darted down the ladder. Jeff grabbed the few canvases he had bothered to strip from their frames, along with his sketchbook, and followed. In a few minutes, Jeff closed the door behind them, and he didn't look back.

Kane was idling in the driveway. Jared had already flung the passenger side door open and was there before Jeff could move. Jared was still in civilian gear, but he was carrying, the gun a bulge in the small of his back. Out of the corner of his eye, Jeff could see Bisou surging to the end of her leash to try to climb Jared. Jeff could sympathize. The sight of Jared made his heart lurch behind his ribs, sweet and painful. His husband, Jared. His.

"Hey," Jared said breathlessly, putting one hand on Jeff's. Then he looked to Jensen. "You get the implant out?"

Glancing skittishly over at Jeff, Jensen gave a jerky nod. He didn't seem to know what to do with himself beyond watching the perimeter, rocking back and forth on his feet. Damn, Jeff should've cleaned the blood off his face.

"Okay," Jared said mildly. "Good. Now stop thinking about running and get in the damn transport."

Jensen glared for a moment, then nodded, climbing into the transport.

Jeff sighed. "That could have gone better."

Jared's shrug spoke volumes. "It's not like you had time for hearts and flowers, Jeff. Now can we get out of here before something else happens?"

Jeff's headset crackled to life. Tom said curtly, "Jared's right. Grant's picking up a short-range missile heading your way. Move it!"

"Roger. You and Al get out, too."

Jeff and Jared piled into the car, glancing over at Chris. Jeff asked, "You get that?"

"Yup." Chris pressed his foot down on the accelerator, taking the slick mountain roads at a high speed. He didn't wait for Jeff to get a seatbelt on, and the first sharp turn slammed Jeff's shoulder into the window. He cursed, wrestling on his seatbelt, and looked back to check on Bisou. Jensen had huddled on the floor in front of the back seat, his back against the door and Bisou cradled on his lap. Bisou seemed to be enjoying the ride.

The explosion, when it came, was kind of anti-climatic. Just a rumble of sound, a cloud of snow and debris rising behind them.

"Looked like a Skybolt. Not really a big boom. They weren't going to piss off the Canadian government too much, I guess," Chris muttered, then met Jeff's eyes. "Let's get you to the Embassy before they decide you're worth the risk of dropping something bigger."

"Amen to that," Jared grumbled. "We had to dodge three hitters on the way home. I think they heard 'husband' and decided I'd be an easy target."

Jesus. Jeff turned to touch Jared's face. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Jared said, and flashed a keen smile. "They're not."

"I spoke to Jean Phillipe, he'll have the set up ready to go out over satellite and web," Christian said. "Have you thought about what to say?"

"To say?" Jensen echoed from the back seat.

"I'm going to make a public statement," Jeff murmured. Even to himself, that sounded weak. Give me my country back or I'll monopolize the BBC. "Declare Chancellor's presidency to be unlawful."

"Generally, he's going to paint a big bullseye on his ass," Jared said, voice tight.

There was nothing to say to that. Jeff stroked Jared's hand, feeling like a damn idiot.

"It was always there," Christian said kindly. "He's just going to moon it at them."

Jeff laughed. "Pretty much."

"You know I'll be behind you, baby." Jared forced a smile that failed at being reassuring.

Damn, Jeff hated that smile. He hated all of this, that Jared had married into the chaos, that they were in danger . He leaned over, bumping shoulders with Jared, trying to get his attention. "I love you," he said softly. "I'm sorry."

"I love you, too." Jared turned to plant a quick, distracted kiss on Jeff's mouth. "Now shut up."

The transports wound through the streets of Vancouver before ducking into the garage of a nondescript office building. "Here we are," Kane murmured. "Let's go."

They exited the transport, and were immediately surrounded by a cadre of machine-gun toting soldiers. Without thinking, Jeff took hold of Jensen's arms and steered him between he and Jared. From there, he had to put a hand on Jensen's back to keep him from trying to back away through the transport doors.

With a hard sigh, Kane said, "Bell, damn it, quit shaking your dick. You know we're clean."

After a moment of loaded silence, the soldier in front flipped their faceshield back to reveal a young woman Jeff didn't recognize. She glanced over them all, then gestured at Jensen with the barrel of her rifle. Jeff saw her attention linger on the bandages at the inside of Jensen's wrist. "Nobody mentioned him."

"He's with me," Christian said. It'd take a special kind of fool to argue with his tone.

Apparently Bell was a special kind of fool. "This is a clean zone, Kane, we can't let just anybody waltz in here. Drop him off at one of the safehouses-"

"My brother has an appointment with the UN High Commissioner for Human Rights." Christian didn't bother raising his voice.

"Why?" she demanded.

Kane's patience snapped. "Frankly, Sergeant, it's above your security clearance."

Bell's cheeks went hot. She crisply put her faceshield down and returned to attention. "I'm sorry, Mr. Kane, but I can't let anyone go by without ID. You can wait out here with your brother, if he still needs supervision-"

Since Bell was busy goading Christian, Jeff stepped forward and into the barrel of her gun. She twitched, coming back to attention, and Jeff silently thanked her for keeping the safety on. Not that there weren't half a dozen sights on him anyway.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked.

Yeah, that was a pretty good question. Jeff gave her a lopsided smile. "I'm going inside."

"Yes, sir. With our escort-"

"I got married today," Jeff said, talking right over her. Morgan always did swear that politics went to whoever screamed the longest. "Did minor surgery. Survived two assassination attempts. Had my house blown up. I'm going to go in there, kiss my husband, smoke a cigarette and invite more people to come and fuck with me. I think I can manage a few feet without an escort, but thank you, Sergeant Bell. Now, are you planning to shoot me?"

"No, sir," Bell replied after a grudging moment.

"You planning to shoot anybody? Kane's annoying, but he's really not worth that kind of paperwork. And I think you'd have to shoot a couple people to keep us from bringing his brother in with us."

Had her mouth twitched behind the facemask? Slowly, she turned and jerked her head at the man on her left flank. "Get somebody inside to vouch for Kane's brother before you let them through the foyer."

Well, hell. Maybe Jeff could pull this off after all.

"Thank you," he said again, and pushed her rifle's barrel aside so they could pass. In his peripheral vision, he could almost see the rest of Bell's people moving to cover them, but he didn't look back to be sure.

As they moved into the foyer, more guards were waiting, but thankfully, so was the UN Commissioner. He whisked Jensen and Kane into an office, leaving behind his aide. Kane looked over his shoulder, meeting Jeff's eyes, and Jeff nodded firmly. Jensen needed him more.

Giving them a placid smile, which didn't fit with her nervous eyes, she said, "Thank you for your patience. Someone will be with you in about fifteen minutes."

"Who-" Jeff started, but she was already halfway down the hall. Bisou glanced at them, then followed Jensen, leaving Jared and Jeff staring at each other.

"I'm sorry," Jeff offered, wincing. So much for their honeymoon, or their lives, or-

"I am so hot for you right now, you have no idea," Jared blurted.

Jeff blinked. "Oh. Yeah?"

"Yeah." Jared prowled close to press him against the wall, ignoring the attention of the guards by the door. "Jesus, Jeff. You need to get all commanding more often. It's hot as hell."

He couldn't help it. Jeff laughed, capturing Jared's mouth, kissing him hard. When they broke apart to breathe, Jeff said, "Thank you. For marrying me, for all of this."

"You don't have to thank me. Think there's a bathroom around here? I really want to suck your dick. Right now." Jared mouthed his jaw, and Jeff shuddered.

"Bathroom?" he barked to one of the soldiers standing by, trying not to look at them. Jeff should've been horrified, or anything other than fiercely glad someone else could see Jared with him.

"Sir. Down the hall, to the left," one of the soldiers quickly answered. Nobody objected to Jeff pulling Jared into the bathroom behind him.

Before the door had closed all the way, Jared was shoving him against it and slithering down to his knees. Strong, able fingers curled around his hips, and Jeff glanced down just in time to watch Jared rub his cheek against the tented zipper of Jeff's pants. His eyes were half lidded, staring up with such intensity that Jeff was amazed his pants hadn't caught fire yet.

"God, Jare," Jeff murmured, his voice ragged. "So fucking hot. I-" Was this still okay? Was anything? Touching Jared's cheek, Jeff said in a rush, "I want to fuck your pretty mouth."

Jared shuddered, like Jeff had electrocuted him.


Okay, then. "Goddamn, baby," Jeff purred. "After you're done, you know what I'm going to do?"

"Mmm?" Jared's fingers started working on the fastenings of Jeff's pants, easing them off his hips gently. Jeff felt like he could breathe again.

"I'm going to make you watch while I get myself ready, and then, you're going to fuck me until I'm begging."

The noise Jared made at that was muffled as he opened his mouth, lightly sucking on the head of Jeff's cock, teasing.

Jeff's head hit the door on a groan, his fingers curling into Jare's soft hair. "Yeah, just like that, baby."

Jared made a happy noise as his grip tightened on Jeff's hips. Jeff hadn't seem him like this, raw enthusiasm making Jared sloppy as he slid down Jeff's cock, sucking wetly, tongue flickering just right.

Closing his eyes, Jeff gave himself over to the sensation. Just for a moment, he let himself forget that people wanted him dead, that his house was gone, everything. Nothing existed except Jared, and the wet heat surrounding him. They were alive, and together. Nothing else mattered.

With his adrenaline still high, it didn't take long before the pleasure tightened, spiraling out of control. He tugged Jared off him, enjoying the choked noise Jared made, and gripped his cock. "Mine," he growled. One stroke, two, then he was coming, watching his come land wetly on Jared's face.

Jared shuddered, his back bowing, and one hand slid down to squeeze himself hard. "Jesus, Jeff," he hissed. "Warn a guy."

"Did you nearly screw up your dress pants, baby?" Jeff managed a sated grin. "Cause that would be hot."

Jared came to his feet in one easy move, shoving Jeff against the door hard. "You think?" he asked, voice dark, dangerous.

Seemed like he wasn't the only one having an adrenaline high, Jeff thought. "I think," he said, smugly, goading.

"Mmm. I think you'd best get to work cleaning my face, because your come is all the lube you're getting," Jared growled.

Jeff reached up and found his hand pinned against the door. Jared squeezed once, rougher than usual.

"No one said anything about using your fingers," Jared growled. "Better get your tongue working, and fast."

Moaning softly, Jeff went to work, lapping at Jared's face, cleaning him. When he was done, Jared looked at him, eyes all pupil. He smiled, slipping two fingers into Jeff's mouth. "Get them good and slick, baby," Jared purred.

Then Jared spun him, face against the door, and pushed his pants slid down. Jared didn't waste time, prepping him quickly. It was still going to burn like a motherfucker, but Jeff wanted it, a reminder that they were still alive. Still fighting. He'd be lying if he didn't admit that he wanted to go out on camera feeling the ache of Jared's cock in him, knowing that no matter what else he was, who else he was, he was still Jared's.

Jared didn't disappoint, pressing slowly but inexorably into Jeff, letting him feel it. When he reached back to try to speed him up, Jared grabbed Jeff's wrist, pinning it above his head. A moment later, Jared had grabbed the other wrist and pinned it, too, holding him vulnerable.

With a groan, Jeff pressed his forehead against the cool metal of the door. It was easy to forget how much bigger Jared was, how easily Jared could pin him. For the first time, it felt like if he fought, Jared could keep him still. The adrenaline sharpened every touch to a keen edge, crossing the wires of pleasure and pain. He could feel his body struggling with the slow invasion; he took shallow breaths, trying to relax, trying to yield.

"Yeah," Jared crooned in his ear, "take it all, baby. You like that?"

Jeff jerked, and Jared pushed, and they fit together all at once. Jeff closed his eyes and saw red behind them, blood pounding steadily in his cock. "Yeah," he breathed. "C'mon."

Flexing his fingers around Jeff's wrists, Jared bent to mouth at the back of Jeff's neck. At the first shallow thrust in, he bit down.

"Nn." Pushing back against Jared, Jeff growled at the shallow, rocking pace Jared set. "More.

The next thrust shoved him hard against the door. He bit his lip to keep from letting the whole damned building know what they were doing and tried to move back. Jared set his teeth harder, the ache of a bruise going sharp as Jared nearly broke the skin. Jeff felt his nails scrape the paint of the door; Jared's ring was a cool groove on the inside of his wrist.

Deliberately, Jared moved again, a slow sweet pace that didn't fit with fucking in a public restroom. After a few moments, he kicked Jeff's feet further apart. When he hit the new angle, slid home just right, Jeff couldn't muffle his moan.

Nosing at the back of Jeff's neck, Jared purred and hit it again. Again. Again, until Jeff could taste blood from trying not to make noise, until he was dizzy and had to go up on his toes to change things because it was too much, he couldn't...

Easing up with the teeth, Jared licked the place he'd been chewing, which stung like hell. He gripped both wrists in one hand and planted the other on Jeff's shoulder, firmly pushing him back down. "No," Jared said softly, "no. Not like that."

"Jare-"

"I love you. I'm not punishing you." Nuzzling the place behind Jeff's ear, Jared murmured, "And you're not doing it, either. Let me make it good."

Fuck. Shifting a little, and it wasn't goddamn squirming, Jeff said, "That's not- it's good, baby, I'm not-"

Jared pushed in again, slower, deeper, until Jeff didn't have any air to breathe. "Mine," he said, an edge to his voice. "You're mine, and you could've died. Okay? And I'm yours and we're together. "

And that was pretty much everything that mattered. Jeff murmured, "Yes. Yours."

Jared made a low sound and pushed up into him again, harder this time. When he bit again, Jeff ground his hips against the door, desperate for friction.

"You want me to touch you?" Jared asked, licking at Jeff's ear.

"God, yes."

Jared made a sound that might have been a laugh, then he thrust again, driving deeper. Jeff couldn't quite hold in the moan, the feeling that he was going to shatter around Jared, into a thousand little pieces and only Jared could-

Then Jared's rough hand stroked down his side, petting over his stomach lightly, calluses scraping, catching on the soft material of his dress shirt. Jesus, this was their first time as a married couple.

Jared laughed breathlessly when he said as much. "So, we're starting out with you as my bitch. Works for me."

Jeff snorted. "Always have been."

"Good answer," Jared murmured, and slid his hand down the front of Jeff's pants. He wrapped his fingers around Jeff's cock, not quite gentle, with a lingering stroke up the underside. Jeff shuddered, fighting the need to thrust into Jared's grip. Jared explored with slow touches, like it hadn't been his territory all along, hips twitching as Jeff shivered and tightened with each new touch. Rubbing his thumb over the slit with just the edge of nail to keep things interesting, Jared asked, "You gonna paint my hand, baby?"

"Yeah," Jeff gritted. "Yeah, please, Jare."

"Nice," Jared breathed, and thrust hard enough that Jeff's hands slapped against the door. It wasn't enough to brace him; somebody had to hear them out in the hall, the rhythmic thump--

"That's right, c'mon. Give it up."

-but Jared was driving in right against the prostate in hard, heavy thrusts, just taking, and Jeff could hear the noises he was making, and he couldn't, he had to, and it was good. It was good, blinding him, making his voice break as he came all over Jared's hand.

"Yeah," Jared growled. A few hard thrusts raked over the prostate, making Jeff scrabble against the door, and Jared was coming, pushing Jeff flat against the door. It was sticky, wet, sweaty. Perfect.

After a few minutes of breathing hard, Jared lifted his head, snickering. "Your poor cadre of bodyguards."

"What, you don't think they liked listening to us?" Jeff hissed as Jared slid out, pressing a last kiss to Jeff's neck. "Damn, it's a good thing I'll be at a podium for this. I don't think I can sit just now."

"So what exactly are you doing? We never had a chance to talk about it." Jared grabbed a paper towel and went to work cleaning them both up.

"Jesus. I'm not really sure exactly what I'm going to say. Part of the deal with the UN was that if I came in, I would come out of the shadows so to speak. I'm set to tape a message, introducing myself. Then, they'll broadcast it, try to stream it into the US as much as they can, as well as using it to drum up more global support. Then, they'll move us somewhere safe--well, safer. Probably Alaska or Hawaii, or maybe Japan."

"Okay." Jared nodded. "Knowing the UN, it'll be Hell-Frozen-Over Alaska." He quickly fixed Jeff's tie and smoothed his hair.

"I'd like it if you would stand with Kane behind me, but it's your choice."

Jared grinned a little wryly. "Considering that they found you through me, it's a little late to worry about them knowing who I am. Plus, you're my husband. Wherever you go, etcetera."

Jeff's stomach twisted around. He paused for a moment to get back his breath, caught off guard by Jared again. There weren't any words, but Jeff tried anyway. "I'm glad I found you."

Jared smiled, dimpling, his floppy hair falling into his eyes. "Ditto. So, you ready?"

"Yeah. Let's do this." Head high, Jeff walked out of the restroom to face the world.

Comments

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Ooh, rock! I totally just got finished catching up a few hours ago, too!

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

Good timing! *grin* Thank you very much.

[way2busymom.livejournal.com]

Awesome. And Jared is completely right about Jeff being hot as hell when he gets his bossy on.

*fans self*

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

Mm. Yeah, there's something about that growl...

Thank you!

[shotofjack.livejournal.com]

Most excellent.

This part carried such excellent tension between getting out the scorpion and escaping to the uber-hot sex scene in the bathroom.

Thanks!

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

Thank you! *grin* We're trying to keep the tension ramped up, so we're glad it's working for you.

[wendy.livejournal.com]

"You're mine, and you could've died. Okay? And I'm yours and we're together. "

I really love the continued affirmation that it's them together, through everything.

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

I think that's part of why I like them together: because they really are each other's solid ground. So, thank you, I'm glad that worked for you!

[ysbail.livejournal.com]

Hmmm ... where might they end up?

Hawaii - the boys in bathing suits and sunkissed beaches giving Jensen even more freckles...

Alaska - being snowed in and having to find some way to entertain themselves ...

Japan ... ummm ... have to think about that one .. wherever they end up it'll be great I'm sure of it.

This verse rocks hardcore.

Thanks for the update.

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

Hee! Yes, they all have their advantages.

Thank you very much!

[aynslee.livejournal.com]

Jensen really held it together, all things considered, poor guy--that line where he says he's Jeff's now just about broke my heart. I love watching Jeff and Jared taking action and kicking ass, and Jared is definitely right--Jeff is hot when he's all commanding! Lovely update. :)

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

I think Jensen's kind of in shock re: how quickly everything's progressing around him. But yeah, he really considers himself to be Jeff's property and that's the reason why Jeff let him live.

Thank you very much!

[embroiderama]

Aw, damn, this is awesome! So much action (of all kinds) and the characters just ring true through it.

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

(Also, heeee, icon. *pets it*)

[bathsweaver.livejournal.com]

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

*grin* ICON LOVE! Oh, yes.

Thank you!

[poisontaster]

*flails around weakly* Fuckin' hell, that was hot. I had all sorts of quasi-intelligent feedback I was going to leave and now...I can't remember a damn word of it. *fans self*

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

Hee. Your work often gives me that feeling, so yis, I greatly sympathize. *grin* Thank you!

[sea-yeah.livejournal.com]

Woo! Hot hot toilet!sex. Go go go Mr President! (and First Man/Hubby/Partner???)

How cute is that picture of Jensen huddled on the floor in the car with Bisou? *LOVES*

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

Hee! Bisou loves her people. And I figure she's used to Kane's driving.

Thank you very much!

[snowphilosophy.livejournal.com]

I'm always so excited to see this updated. I think I have fallen in love with pretty much every character in there.

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

Aww, thank you very much!

[livsnddark.livejournal.com]

Damn girls! You've out done yourself again.
Can't wait for the sht to hit the fan again!

And, they had HONEYMOON SEX in UN BATHROOM! O_o

<3333

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

Hee! Well, yes, because Jeff/Jared has style. *grin* Thank you!

[deathangelgw.livejournal.com]

*bounces* DAMNIT I LOVE THIS SERIES!!!!!!!!!!!! I just can't wait...what are we waiting for?!?! more more moremoremoremoremoremoremore*gets dragged away shouting for more* I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thank you very much! More is up now.

[deathangelgw.livejournal.com]

*goes batty* I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!

[hanahap.livejournal.com]

"You want me to come with you," Jensen said, each word measured. He didn't quite look at Jeff. "I was Morgan's. I'm yours now."

"No. You're not anybody's, Jen." Bending to catch Jensen's eyes, Jeff said firmly, "You're free now. It's over. Understand?"

Jensen looked him in the face and lied, "Yes."

Interesting point here - cos I guess Jensen hasn't had much chance to rehabilitate, what with the assassination attempts and the turmoil and the Jeff is President and all. He obviously believes that he is simply a slave to Jeff now...

And that bathroom scene - was Hot with a capital smokin' H. Whew! If that was post-assassin attempt love, what on earth is their honeymoon night going to be like?

And it's so cute how Jeff, Jared and Kane all feel protective of our wayward slave/assassin. He would have been so lost out in the big bad world had Jared decided that he didn't want Jensen coming with them after the wedding.

And I'm done. Thanks for the update - it is always exciting to see one. And cos the weather here is horrible and wet and cold, it's nice to be able to sit back and have a read...

[shutyourface.livejournal.com]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sex against a door? With the bodyguards only a few feet away? My Lord, how do y'all come up with this stuff? I'm am in AWE.

*worships y'all*

[candygramme.livejournal.com]

I can't tell you how much I'm loving this story. It's complex and wonderful, and I'm glad that Jensen is starting to realize that he's safe.

Also, I love Jared in charge. Go, Jared!

[blackhalo72.livejournal.com]

"Generally, he's going to paint a big bullseye on his ass," Jared said, voice tight.

There was nothing to say to that. Jeff stroked Jared's hand, feeling like a damn idiot.

"It was always there," Christian said kindly. "He's just going to moon it at them."

Loved this little exchange.

So much happened in this update! Dying to hear Jeff's speech now.

[kibebe.livejournal.com]

All I can seem to coherently type is, awesome. Completely awesome.

[iyalode.livejournal.com]

I'm mighty impressed how in one little exchange with Jeff, you empahise the fact Jensen's not rehabilitated at all. ::me=in pieces::

Jensen must feel so damned exposed right now, having realised now they knew everything from the beginning. I could practically see him crawling back into his shell.

I am not responsible for the melty feeling I get every time Kane calls Jensen 'little brother'.

[fureux.livejournal.com]

fabulous as ever! god i love this au. although, have i missed a chapter? is ain't found a way the one before this?

[fureux.livejournal.com]

actually i'm a spazz, ignore me. i've just realise what i've done.

[tittakv.livejournal.com]

Wow, that that tense and hot! There was a acute feeling of danger all the way until they got to the embassy, and the bathroom sex seemed like a natural thing to do in the aftermath.

I'm still curious to find out what's happening with Jensen and Christian, though.

[eloise-bright.livejournal.com]

This gets a Oh, boys! with a side-serving of hot!boys. I'm with Jared, I like to see Jeff all commanding and bossy. *sigh*

Jensen breaks me more each time you write him. I want to hug him tightly. You're doing such a fantastic job with this 'verse.

[eskimosatan.livejournal.com]

This just keeps getting better and better and the naughty scenes are so incredibly hot. I swear, I love you both so much for this. Excuse me while I take a moment to worship you.

[brynwulf]

Man, I've been deluged with good fic this weekend and this is right up at the top!! Rock on, ladies, with your bad selves. Jared/Jeff is fucking HAWT! But Jensen needs some lovin' too, I hope!

[celestialseason.livejournal.com]

The scorpion is finally out and not a moment too soon. I'm glad things are finally out on the table, and Jensen knows they want him to come with them. Oh and must not forget the smoking hot sex! Lovely, thanks for sharing.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm with Jared, I love this commanding Jeff. We saw a glimpse of his capability when he took care of the assassins earlier in the city and again back at the house.

BUT, I am absolutely weak in the knees, melted puddle of goo over how physical you wrote Jared in the sex scene. Ever since Born Under a Bad Sign, I get so het up over the idea of Jared using his gigantic-ness to his advantage. We usually see Jared as this goofy guy, all smiles, and easy-going or Sam all emo, so it's easy to forget that he is all man, all hugely built beautiful man.

Y'all managed to remind me of that through this absolutely incredible scene of Jeff and Jared committing to each other. This was the perfect ending to the rush of adrenaline that the previous chapter provided. This 'verse is like nothing else I've read, fannish or otherwise. I'm just in awe of how thoroughly and precisely you plan and execute your vision. Thank you.

[iwwfw.livejournal.com]

Haven't a clue how I got logged out.

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

We get to see commanding!Jeff again, always nice. But it's Jared's looming physicality and supportiveness that really gets me in this chapter-like somebody said, he's normally goofy or emo...nice to see him written as a *man* . *fans self*


Pesti

[fillefantome.livejournal.com]

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<<Even to himself, that sounded weak. 'Give me my country back or I'll monopolize the BBC.'>>

Best quote ever!

I just discovered your writing recently; this was my first and favorite (though I'm loving hooker!verse too). You updated today, and it made my afternoon (of course, I had to start reading from scratch again!) Your writing has both incredibly hot moments and an endlessly compelling storyline--something that's surprisingly rare in not only fanfiction, but in original fiction as well. Serious praise! (Plus, I'm a total lurker, so writing so well that I have to break my silence is an accomplishment in and of itself.)

Just so you know, there's one more person out here in cyberland who's waiting impatiently for your every post....