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PART ONE
There were photographs on the walls, black and white seascapes and skylines. Jensen liked their style, whoever had taken them had obviously had talent. The seascapes were timeless, gulls wheeling over white horses, sail boats soaring against a rocky backdrop. The city skylines were composed of monuments to the past, buildings that were well known, but that were no longer standing. Their inevitable decline having occurred long before Jensen’s birth.
Nothing lasts forever. Nothing. Buildings fall, coastlines crumble, boats sink. And damn, didn’t that line of thought say a lot about what was going on in his life right now? How bleak and hopeless his future seemed to be.
Jensen looked down at his hands in his lap before fleetingly looking up at the man who held Jensen’s fate in his. Robert McKay had been his father’s lawyer since he’d passed the bar, almost forty years ago. He’d been best man at his father’s wedding and was his older brother’s godfather. He’d known Jensen his whole life, and Jensen wanted so much to ask his Uncle Bob to just hurry up and tell him what he wanted to hear.
This wasn’t supposed to be happening to him, everything had been going so right. After Hannah had said yes, after she’d agreed to marry him, he couldn’t remember a time he’d been happier.
They’d made plans, so many plans. House hunting had been fun, and then they’d found the perfect place to spend their married life in. Imagining how they’d decorate and furnish it had whiled away many an hour. Dreaming about how they’d live in the place, entertain and grow old had been how they’d spent many more. But getting married, buying a home together, cost money. Jensen had the talent and the ambition, and Hannah’s father had had the connections. This new job was supposed to be the answer to everything … instead it was the end.
Jensen sat up straight as Robert placed the papers down on the desk in front of him, trying to deny the verdict he could plainly see in the lawyer’s face. His dad had always claimed Robert was no poker player… it didn’t stop Jensen’s heart rising into his mouth as he offered up a silent prayer. Only the pinching pain of his nails biting into his palms stopped him from reaching forward to grab the papers himself.
“I’m sorry, Jensen. The law is pretty straightforward. There’s nothing in any of this that changes anything.”
Jensen turned from the sympathy in Robert’s eyes, stared at the papers on the table. Just so many sheets of paper with signatures in all the wrong places.
“You’re telling me that I just have to go to this man? This guy, Padalecki, and let him…” Jensen shook his head, couldn’t say the words, couldn’t even think them.
He was supposed to be getting married, he wasn’t supposed to become some… some…
“Jensen, you need to calm down. I can call your father, maybe…”
“No!” Jensen fought to control his breathing. Hyperventilating now and passing out was the last thing he needed to do, even though he could see the darkness creeping round the periphery of his vision.
He needed to calm down.
He needed to.
But he couldn’t get past one simple fact.
His life was over.
Jared Padalecki wasn’t known for his patience, never had been. His mother said he’d been impatient to enter the world, entering it three weeks early, and he’d never outgrown the desire for instant results. He’d raced headfirst into everything he’d done and he’d been lucky, usually his determination and foolhardiness had paid off in spades. He was rich, he was powerful, and he wasn’t used to waiting.
It’d been two weeks since he had the call. He’d been assigned a breeder. A breeder! Jared had hoped, he’d placed his name on the register as soon as he’d become eligible, but there were few enough breeders to go round and he hadn’t thought he’d get one until he was much older – assuming he got one at all.
Two weeks had been enough time to remodel his bedroom. It’d been fine when it had just been him and the occasional random bedmate, but the prospect of sharing it with someone permanently – a real mate – had prompted him to change everything about it, from the colour scheme to the bed. Then there had been the nursery. Several interconnecting rooms had been put by for his future children. Enough for them to grow into, with room for expansion if things panned out the way Jared intended them to.
But Jared had been waiting two weeks and he’d done all the remodelling and decorating he had it in his mind to do. There were not enough distractions in his life to stop him getting severely pissed off by the delays.
The file he’d been sent about his newly acquired breeder had intrigued him. The man was gorgeous, older than Jared had expected, admittedly, but as the man had only just discovered his status that was to be expected. What was also expected, and was annoying as all hell, was the obvious fact that the man’s reluctance to fulfil his new role was the cause of the delay. Most breeders were assigned as soon as they were considered to have reached full maturity. They had enough warning, knew what was expected of them, and accepted it. Even if – Jared didn’t doubt – some of them did it reluctantly.
Jared could empathise with his mate, but he needed to accept his new life already. There was no way out of it. Breeders were under the care and governance of the state. The state found good homes for them, ensured they were cared for financially and medically – and in return they had to do what they were created for – provide the state with the next generation.
At least the wait was over now, though. His breeder was on the way. Jared checked the bedroom one last time - they’d be spending a lot of time in here over the next few weeks - and went to answer the door.
Jared shook the hand of the man at the door, ushering in the courier and the reticent man who stood behind him.
The breeder – Jensen – held back, wouldn’t look at Jared when he tried to make conversation, but that was fine, Jared supposed, there was plenty of time for the niceties of getting to know each other after the courier had left.
Jared looked at the contract in front of him. He’d already signed it, already combed through the small print, this was just his copy for his records. The courier waited at his shoulder and there was something about the man that Jared took an immediate dislike to, Lord knows how he got a job as a court appointed courier. Someone trusted to make a valid record of delivery. “Is there anything else?” Jared wanted the creep gone.
“You know,” said the mirthless man standing in front of him, “that he has a doctor’s appointment that he needs to attend in 48 hours?”
Jared nodded, quite anxious to get the odious little man out of his house. “Yes, I intend to take him there myself.”
The courier nodded. It wasn’t unheard of for couriers to be given the task, but there was no way Jared was going to pass on that particular responsibility. The little man rooted around in a pocket before pulling out a small vial of pills, handing them to Jared. “Will ease the way if he decides he doesn’t want to comply.”
Disgusted, Jared pocketed the pills. He had no intention of drugging the breeder, none at all, but he didn’t miss the look on Jensen’s face at the exchange. He’d seen and heard everything.
Jared ushered the courier out through the door as quickly as possible and then turned to where Jensen was already standing at the window, looking out on the city below him. The view was definitely one of the selling points of this property, that and it was one of the most secure and sought after addresses in the city. He wondered whether Jensen’s background allowed him to travel in affluent circles, whether he was accustomed to the luxury he’d be able to take advantage of now. Whatever the truth of the situation though, he doubted Jensen was actually enjoying the view in front of him.
“I’m Jared Padalecki.”
The shorter man’s shoulders stiffened but he didn’t turn round. “I know.”
Jared sighed. He’d prepared himself mentally for Jensen’s reluctance but he’d hoped … well … he wasn’t going to get what he hoped for, that was looking more and more obvious. In some circles he had a reputation for being ruthless and hard hearted – he could fake callousness with the best of them - and he was going to have to employ those qualities now.
“Come with me, Jensen. Let me show you your new home.”
He ignored the tremble he could see running through Jensen’s body, grateful that, if nothing else, Jensen had obviously made the decision to be obedient.
Obedience he could work with.
The tour was brief, Jensen a silent presence at his side.
The kitchen was large, well equipped and well used. Jared enjoyed cooking whenever he had the time to do so, which wasn’t as often as he liked, and he enjoyed showing Jensen all of the latest labour saving devices he’d spoiled himself with.
The home office, the guest rooms and future children’s rooms were merely pointed out.
When they reached the master bedroom Jared immediately walked towards the bed, while Jensen held back, staying near the open door.
It wasn’t late, not really late enough to sleep, but Jared swallowed what he wanted to say and began undressing, leaving no doubt that their new life together was starting immediately.
Jared had considered letting the other man settle in, but the looming medical quashed that idea. They would judge his ability to service Jensen, to use him as he needed to be used, on the way Jensen’s body revealed how much he’d been fucked. Jensen didn’t need to be willing, he didn’t need to enjoy it, he just needed not to fight. But even if he did Jared didn’t doubt he could overpower him.
“Take your clothes off, Jensen.”
Jared let the last of his clothes hit the floor and then he stood, waiting, as his embarrassed mate looked no higher than his feet.
“I thought…”
“What did you think, Jensen? That this wasn’t going to happen today? Or that you could put this off indefinitely?” Jared stepped closer, into Jensen’s personal space, and tilted his face up so that their eyes could meet. “Take off your clothes, Jensen. We’re going to bed now and I’m going to fuck you. I’ve been told – by a lot of people – that I’m very good at it, but whether or not you enjoy this is totally dependent on you.”
Jensen’s breath sped up, his eyes dilated, but he didn’t argue. He began undressing, refusing to look at the man he no doubt considered his tormentor.
Jared wanted to relent, let kindness guide him, but he kept his tone impersonal. He was just playing a role tonight. Just a role. “I know this isn’t the way you expected your life to go, but let’s make the most of this, shall we? Personally, I can’t wait to be a father.”
He pushed a naked Jensen towards the bed, lay him down. Jared wanted to take his time, wanted to taste every inch of skin, map every freckle and crease of skin. Jensen’s physical beauty meant that Jared wasn’t finding it difficult at all to become aroused and he focussed on that beauty. The body of a man who’d obviously been blessed by his genes.
Jared hadn’t been exaggerating, he was rated a good lover by his past conquests, but he’d never had a breeder in his bed before. Never faced the task of taking the virginity of one.
Casting a quick glance up toward Jensen’s face he wasn’t surprised to see his bedmate staring at the ceiling, eyes open but unfocussed. Jensen’s cock wasn’t interested in the proceedings and Jared ignored the flaccid member in favour of looking lower. Looking at the entrance to the man’s body Jared would be breaching.
Pushing Jensen’s legs apart and his knees toward his chest he instructed his soon to be lover to hold himself in that position. Jensen’s obedience didn’t waver. There was a lot to be said for engaging the automatic pilot on your life.
Jared lifted Jensen’s cock, his balls, and stared at the indentation below them. How could he not have known? How could he have gone through his whole life and not even suspected? The membrane was thin, waiting to be broken, but he could see it, feel it. Jared touched it, smoothing his thumb into the dent a little pressure created. This was where his child would enter the world, but of course, he had to make that child first.
He blew on the dusky furled muscle of Jensen’s asshole and watched the way the muscle tightened. Depressing the lid on the bottle of lube at the side of the bed, Jared went to work.
It was going to prove to be a long night.
PART ONE
There were photographs on the walls, black and white seascapes and skylines. Jensen liked their style, whoever had taken them had obviously had talent. The seascapes were timeless, gulls wheeling over white horses, sail boats soaring against a rocky backdrop. The city skylines were composed of monuments to the past, buildings that were well known, but that were no longer standing. Their inevitable decline having occurred long before Jensen’s birth.
Nothing lasts forever. Nothing. Buildings fall, coastlines crumble, boats sink. And damn, didn’t that line of thought say a lot about what was going on in his life right now? How bleak and hopeless his future seemed to be.
Jensen looked down at his hands in his lap before fleetingly looking up at the man who held Jensen’s fate in his. Robert McKay had been his father’s lawyer since he’d passed the bar, almost forty years ago. He’d been best man at his father’s wedding and was his older brother’s godfather. He’d known Jensen his whole life, and Jensen wanted so much to ask his Uncle Bob to just hurry up and tell him what he wanted to hear.
This wasn’t supposed to be happening to him, everything had been going so right. After Hannah had said yes, after she’d agreed to marry him, he couldn’t remember a time he’d been happier.
They’d made plans, so many plans. House hunting had been fun, and then they’d found the perfect place to spend their married life in. Imagining how they’d decorate and furnish it had whiled away many an hour. Dreaming about how they’d live in the place, entertain and grow old had been how they’d spent many more. But getting married, buying a home together, cost money. Jensen had the talent and the ambition, and Hannah’s father had had the connections. This new job was supposed to be the answer to everything … instead it was the end.
Jensen sat up straight as Robert placed the papers down on the desk in front of him, trying to deny the verdict he could plainly see in the lawyer’s face. His dad had always claimed Robert was no poker player… it didn’t stop Jensen’s heart rising into his mouth as he offered up a silent prayer. Only the pinching pain of his nails biting into his palms stopped him from reaching forward to grab the papers himself.
“I’m sorry, Jensen. The law is pretty straightforward. There’s nothing in any of this that changes anything.”
Jensen turned from the sympathy in Robert’s eyes, stared at the papers on the table. Just so many sheets of paper with signatures in all the wrong places.
“You’re telling me that I just have to go to this man? This guy, Padalecki, and let him…” Jensen shook his head, couldn’t say the words, couldn’t even think them.
He was supposed to be getting married, he wasn’t supposed to become some… some…
“Jensen, you need to calm down. I can call your father, maybe…”
“No!” Jensen fought to control his breathing. Hyperventilating now and passing out was the last thing he needed to do, even though he could see the darkness creeping round the periphery of his vision.
He needed to calm down.
He needed to.
But he couldn’t get past one simple fact.
His life was over.
Jared Padalecki wasn’t known for his patience, never had been. His mother said he’d been impatient to enter the world, entering it three weeks early, and he’d never outgrown the desire for instant results. He’d raced headfirst into everything he’d done and he’d been lucky, usually his determination and foolhardiness had paid off in spades. He was rich, he was powerful, and he wasn’t used to waiting.
It’d been two weeks since he had the call. He’d been assigned a breeder. A breeder! Jared had hoped, he’d placed his name on the register as soon as he’d become eligible, but there were few enough breeders to go round and he hadn’t thought he’d get one until he was much older – assuming he got one at all.
Two weeks had been enough time to remodel his bedroom. It’d been fine when it had just been him and the occasional random bedmate, but the prospect of sharing it with someone permanently – a real mate – had prompted him to change everything about it, from the colour scheme to the bed. Then there had been the nursery. Several interconnecting rooms had been put by for his future children. Enough for them to grow into, with room for expansion if things panned out the way Jared intended them to.
But Jared had been waiting two weeks and he’d done all the remodelling and decorating he had it in his mind to do. There were not enough distractions in his life to stop him getting severely pissed off by the delays.
The file he’d been sent about his newly acquired breeder had intrigued him. The man was gorgeous, older than Jared had expected, admittedly, but as the man had only just discovered his status that was to be expected. What was also expected, and was annoying as all hell, was the obvious fact that the man’s reluctance to fulfil his new role was the cause of the delay. Most breeders were assigned as soon as they were considered to have reached full maturity. They had enough warning, knew what was expected of them, and accepted it. Even if – Jared didn’t doubt – some of them did it reluctantly.
Jared could empathise with his mate, but he needed to accept his new life already. There was no way out of it. Breeders were under the care and governance of the state. The state found good homes for them, ensured they were cared for financially and medically – and in return they had to do what they were created for – provide the state with the next generation.
At least the wait was over now, though. His breeder was on the way. Jared checked the bedroom one last time - they’d be spending a lot of time in here over the next few weeks - and went to answer the door.
Jared shook the hand of the man at the door, ushering in the courier and the reticent man who stood behind him.
The breeder – Jensen – held back, wouldn’t look at Jared when he tried to make conversation, but that was fine, Jared supposed, there was plenty of time for the niceties of getting to know each other after the courier had left.
Jared looked at the contract in front of him. He’d already signed it, already combed through the small print, this was just his copy for his records. The courier waited at his shoulder and there was something about the man that Jared took an immediate dislike to, Lord knows how he got a job as a court appointed courier. Someone trusted to make a valid record of delivery. “Is there anything else?” Jared wanted the creep gone.
“You know,” said the mirthless man standing in front of him, “that he has a doctor’s appointment that he needs to attend in 48 hours?”
Jared nodded, quite anxious to get the odious little man out of his house. “Yes, I intend to take him there myself.”
The courier nodded. It wasn’t unheard of for couriers to be given the task, but there was no way Jared was going to pass on that particular responsibility. The little man rooted around in a pocket before pulling out a small vial of pills, handing them to Jared. “Will ease the way if he decides he doesn’t want to comply.”
Disgusted, Jared pocketed the pills. He had no intention of drugging the breeder, none at all, but he didn’t miss the look on Jensen’s face at the exchange. He’d seen and heard everything.
Jared ushered the courier out through the door as quickly as possible and then turned to where Jensen was already standing at the window, looking out on the city below him. The view was definitely one of the selling points of this property, that and it was one of the most secure and sought after addresses in the city. He wondered whether Jensen’s background allowed him to travel in affluent circles, whether he was accustomed to the luxury he’d be able to take advantage of now. Whatever the truth of the situation though, he doubted Jensen was actually enjoying the view in front of him.
“I’m Jared Padalecki.”
The shorter man’s shoulders stiffened but he didn’t turn round. “I know.”
Jared sighed. He’d prepared himself mentally for Jensen’s reluctance but he’d hoped … well … he wasn’t going to get what he hoped for, that was looking more and more obvious. In some circles he had a reputation for being ruthless and hard hearted – he could fake callousness with the best of them - and he was going to have to employ those qualities now.
“Come with me, Jensen. Let me show you your new home.”
He ignored the tremble he could see running through Jensen’s body, grateful that, if nothing else, Jensen had obviously made the decision to be obedient.
Obedience he could work with.
The tour was brief, Jensen a silent presence at his side.
The kitchen was large, well equipped and well used. Jared enjoyed cooking whenever he had the time to do so, which wasn’t as often as he liked, and he enjoyed showing Jensen all of the latest labour saving devices he’d spoiled himself with.
The home office, the guest rooms and future children’s rooms were merely pointed out.
When they reached the master bedroom Jared immediately walked towards the bed, while Jensen held back, staying near the open door.
It wasn’t late, not really late enough to sleep, but Jared swallowed what he wanted to say and began undressing, leaving no doubt that their new life together was starting immediately.
Jared had considered letting the other man settle in, but the looming medical quashed that idea. They would judge his ability to service Jensen, to use him as he needed to be used, on the way Jensen’s body revealed how much he’d been fucked. Jensen didn’t need to be willing, he didn’t need to enjoy it, he just needed not to fight. But even if he did Jared didn’t doubt he could overpower him.
“Take your clothes off, Jensen.”
Jared let the last of his clothes hit the floor and then he stood, waiting, as his embarrassed mate looked no higher than his feet.
“I thought…”
“What did you think, Jensen? That this wasn’t going to happen today? Or that you could put this off indefinitely?” Jared stepped closer, into Jensen’s personal space, and tilted his face up so that their eyes could meet. “Take off your clothes, Jensen. We’re going to bed now and I’m going to fuck you. I’ve been told – by a lot of people – that I’m very good at it, but whether or not you enjoy this is totally dependent on you.”
Jensen’s breath sped up, his eyes dilated, but he didn’t argue. He began undressing, refusing to look at the man he no doubt considered his tormentor.
Jared wanted to relent, let kindness guide him, but he kept his tone impersonal. He was just playing a role tonight. Just a role. “I know this isn’t the way you expected your life to go, but let’s make the most of this, shall we? Personally, I can’t wait to be a father.”
He pushed a naked Jensen towards the bed, lay him down. Jared wanted to take his time, wanted to taste every inch of skin, map every freckle and crease of skin. Jensen’s physical beauty meant that Jared wasn’t finding it difficult at all to become aroused and he focussed on that beauty. The body of a man who’d obviously been blessed by his genes.
Jared hadn’t been exaggerating, he was rated a good lover by his past conquests, but he’d never had a breeder in his bed before. Never faced the task of taking the virginity of one.
Casting a quick glance up toward Jensen’s face he wasn’t surprised to see his bedmate staring at the ceiling, eyes open but unfocussed. Jensen’s cock wasn’t interested in the proceedings and Jared ignored the flaccid member in favour of looking lower. Looking at the entrance to the man’s body Jared would be breaching.
Pushing Jensen’s legs apart and his knees toward his chest he instructed his soon to be lover to hold himself in that position. Jensen’s obedience didn’t waver. There was a lot to be said for engaging the automatic pilot on your life.
Jared lifted Jensen’s cock, his balls, and stared at the indentation below them. How could he not have known? How could he have gone through his whole life and not even suspected? The membrane was thin, waiting to be broken, but he could see it, feel it. Jared touched it, smoothing his thumb into the dent a little pressure created. This was where his child would enter the world, but of course, he had to make that child first.
He blew on the dusky furled muscle of Jensen’s asshole and watched the way the muscle tightened. Depressing the lid on the bottle of lube at the side of the bed, Jared went to work.
It was going to prove to be a long night.
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