soncnica | The Hunt 10/?

Title: The Hunt 10/?
Author: soncnica
Rating: 'NC-17'
Genre/pairing: Jared/Jensen AU
Characters: Jared, Jensen
Word count: cca. 6.400 this chapter
Summary: It's the time of The Hunt again. And this year Jensen has to particapate. Jared is a werewolf who hasn't found his mate yet in all the years he's been participating in The Hunt. But this year... he smells something he wants.
Warnings: *takes a deep breath* werewolf!Jared, bloodplay, branding, barebacking, wall!sex, biting, tattoo!kink, mental links, chuffing/presten, scenting, skitish!Jensen (but not too much, he is a man after all), language, dirty talk, knotting, death of minor character(s), age difference (Jared is 28, Jensen is 18), NO CHARACTER DEATH (Jared and Jensen survive, he), NOT UNDERAGE, NO BESTIALITY (that means no wolf!Jared/Jensen okay a little scene, but it's 'you blink and it's gone' trust me), and a lot more warnings to come. I'll post warnings with chapters, so THIS CHAPTER: /, but if you see something, please tell me!
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine! NOT MINE! ALL IS FICTION!
Art 1: Go HERE to see super awesome

witchcraftx13 pics of how Jared looks like when he's a wolf!!!
Art 2: The BANNER was made by spactaculacular

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A/N: Writen for this prompt at spn_hardcore animalistic behavior meme.

So sorry this took so long. I'm really sorry. Hope you'll like it. Nothing much happens here, it's a filler chapter.. man I hate filler chapters... hate reading them, hate writing them, just.. hate them.. but they are an evil that just has to be there. *sigh* Sorry. I promise that the next chapter will have more action and more adventure and well just... it'll be more! :)

Jared's chest was hot, slick with sweat where it rubbed on his back, when the man breathed and spoke those words; hot skin rubbing hot skin in such a delicious way, making sparks of pleasure run up his spine. He didn't even notice when his back arched, his head falling forward with a long breath, pushing his ass back into Jared, right into the hardness that was hidden behind wet pants that were rubbing his ass cheeks.

It was wet there; wet and hot and hard and huge and he wanted to feel it, taste it, smell it. He wondered what Jared would do if he'd turn around and touched, slipped his fingers in the man's pants and wrap them around Jared's dick. And pulled. Maybe even slip down Jared's body to have a little taste.

He shuddered.

Warm, big hands were tracing patterns on his skin, up his sides; long, thin fingers counting his ribs, gripping his hipbone, tracing the lines of his abs, playing with his nipples and then going back to tickle the skin between his ribs.

The bug crawling up the trunk made its way shorter by walking slowly across Jared's hand making his finger twitch as if the bug's tiny, thin legs would tickle his knuckles. Maybe they did, or maybe… maybe it was something else, because Jared's breathing started coming out in short little gasps.

He pushed his ass a little more into Jared's groin, hissing a little when Jared gripped his hip and pushed his fingers into his stomach.

He didn't even understand why he was doing it.

Why?

Why Gods was he doing that!

Why did he want more? More contact, more touching, more of Jared, moremoremore…

"Jensen…"

He heard Jared's soft exhale against his nape, felt the man's forehead hit a place between his shoulder blades, the wound stinging a little when sweat found its way beneath the bandage, but he didn't care.

He wanted more.

"Jensen, come on. We gotta go."

When Jared pushed himself away with a soft, barely there kiss to his back, Jensen's legs buckled, but he caught himself just barely with his hands, digging his fingers into the tree bark, holding himself steady.

He breathed.

Couldn't do anything else.

Just… breathed in the soft, warm night air… the smell of pine and come so strong it made his nostrils burn. The smell of Jared… stronger than anything else. It was like the forest was Jared and Jared was the forest.

He felt alive.

Felt free.

"Jensen…"

Jared's voice was soft and Jensen pulled his head up high, pushed himself away from the tree trunk, bent down to pull up his underwear and pants, feeling come and sweat and tree bark all over his skin, prickling him and pulling at his skin where it was all drying up.

He made a few steps, after he dislodged his foot from the tree root, towards the direction he thought the lake was: "Gotta wash up…" he mumbled, not daring to look up at Jared.

Not wanting to look into those eyes and see… see Jared. See those eyes, see that face, see that want in there, see that need… see his need reflecting in those eyes.

A hand on his shoulder stopped him; strong hand, pressure almost pushing his shoulder out of its socket… and he knew that hand. Had that hand on his dick, had one of those fingers up his ass…

"No," Jared breathed out, calmly "come on. We gotta go, alright?"

"But I have…"

"Jensen, no."

He raised his head up and saw the moon shining in Jared's eyes; softness of the light cloaking the hardness of the words.

There was that need there. There was that want there.

Jensen swallowed: "Okay." and looked back down to the floor.

The floor was fascinating; it didn't show him things he didn't want to see.

Jared sighed, because he knew that Jensen didn't understand, didn't know yet why he couldn't go wash up, so he offered: "You can wash tomorrow, okay? I promise." as an apology and a peace offering.

"Now, come on." He pushed on Jensen's shoulder and directed the kid deeper into the forest, deeper among the trees.

Jensen stumbled, broke twigs and slim, dry branches that had been dead for a long time, in two, placed his hands on tree trunks when his legs felt like they really would go out on him, ripped some leaves from a bush, just because it was there…

… he didn't know what he felt.

He felt… something. Something that was just there inside of him and he had no name for it.

Love?

Trust?

Need?

Hope?

It was all that and more… it was something that had no name.

It was just there, swimming inside of him, something that made him allow Jared to do what he did.

Pull on his dick like that and make him feel like all the stars came down to Earth?

Something made him allow Jared to do that.

Something made him want it.

And he wanted it. More of it. Everything that Jared would want to give to him.

All of it.

Soon.

Now.

He could still feel those hands all over his body, hot breath on his flushed skin, those hands around his dick making him come so fast and strong that breathing seemed like something he didn't know how to do.

He looked up from the floor at Jared's back wishing he could touch that skin, those muscles, run his hands in that hair, lick inside that mouth that always spoke words so softly.

He looked back down to the floor, hitting some bush with a stick he picked up somewhere along the way, making small leaves fly to the ground.

The path they were walking on was visible so clearly as if it was daylight, not moonlight that was illuminating it.

They'd been walking for some time now; the night getting older, the air getting colder with a wind from the mountains that carried a smell of snow from their peaks.

He could sense Jensen walking behind him, which was good… it was good. It meant that the Beta in the kid was waking up, would wake up fully once his plan would go into action.

He grinned to a bush that was on his way and he had to step around.

The knot in his dick was rubbing at his pants; it felt so good, the fabric just the right side of rough, but he couldn't stop walking, couldn't allow himself to be rough with Jensen, because the Beta inside of the kid needs to wake up first, before they would do anything.

It had to.

Those were the rules.

He breathed; deep breaths, deep breaths and kept his head up high, walking barefoot on the decaying leaves that were the forest's floor, thinking over his plan.

It was the right thing to do.

Leave. Get to know the kid somewhere in private. Just him and Jensen.

It was the right thing to do. The pack would just be in the way and would try to pick a fight and… he doesn't have time for that. Nor is he strong enough at the moment to go into fights with the pack.

No.

He will take Jensen somewhere where there would just be the two of them and nothing else.

Alone.

He groaned when he slipped on some leaves and his dick rubbed too hard on his pants. He came a little, wetting the front of his pants again with his come, closing his eyes shut and barely keeping himself from howling.

"You okay?"

"'m fine." He growled and placed his hand on his groin, massaging the knot, feeling come running down his dick, down his legs, soaking his pants.

"Jared?"

He was coming and if his mate'll say one more word, he'll pin him down and fuck right into him, virgin ass or not, beta woken up yet or not.

Just one more word…

No words came, but he kept on coming and coming, coming so hard he would have blacked out from the sheer pleasure bordering on pain if he hadn't have any experience with this kinda thing.

And yeah, he had experience. When he had been a boy, just a breeze blowing from a certain direction made his dick hard and a knot form. It had been embarrassing, but with time he had learned how to calm himself down, how to stop coming, how to get his knot to go down and his dick to go soft.

He had a hundred years and more to learn what to do and how to do it; breathe, breathe, think thoughts that weren't anywhere near arousing.

He started to think about Kayal getting his head stuck down a rabbit's hole and how they had to dig him out, about how the lake in the cave was always so stunningly beautiful, whenever he went there, how it had hurt to watch Jensen be sick in his bed, calling out for his mother, how it had hurt to hold onto Jensen when Kayal treated the wound…

… he felt everything stop suddenly and his knot go down, down, down… slowly.

He removed his hand from his groin, wiping it on some dew covered moss that grew on the closest trunk and started walking again; the knot was no longer there and his dick was soft again.

Finally.

He was just relieved that his mate hadn't touched him or said another word, because he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Coming like that was… amazing, wonderful, crazy, just this side of painful, and if his mate would have said something… he'd push him to the ground and fuck him as he was tall and wide.

He breathed; started walking and heard Jensen's silent feet follow him.

Jensen hit another bush with the stick, making some crickets stop singing.

He kept his eyes on the floor, not wanting to trip and fall, not wanting to ever again be hurt in Jared's presence… he was not a weak kid, didn't need anyone to look after him.

He was perfectly able to look after himself.

His wound stung; sweat soaking up the bandage.

He sighed, thinking back to just a few minutes ago… he had known what Jared's problem had been. He had come, but Jared hadn't.

He had seen Jared's back tensing and arching and bowing, had seen the man's muscles play on his arm, his head thrown back, corners of his mouth moving and he'd known Jared'd been gasping for breath.

Just like he had known that the man walking a few steps in front of him had been coming for the longest he had ever seen anyone come.

But than again, his knowledge was based on animals, so… yeah.

Maybe dogs. But dogs knot and stay tied so, maybe them. He had seen Mikan's dog knot with a bitch once… he had dragged her all over the road until they had settled behind the house. They'd followed them silently with Mikan saying: "Great, now we'll have puppies."

The dogs had been tied together for what seemed like forever, because his legs had started to cramp from where he had been crouching next to Mikan, watching the dogs stand ass to ass and Mikan guessing how many puppies there would be.

And Jared was a wolf, so he was a sort of a dog, so…

"You knot?" he whispered and hit a tree trunk with his stick.

He heard the question and it hit him as if a huge boulder slammed at his back, but it didn't make him stumble.

He kept on walking, picking up speed, making his steps longer until he was this close to running.

It was hot and his pants were full of drying come, his dick was thankyouGods soft and he was hungry and sleepy and he had a lot more to plan and he didn't wanna have that particular conversation just yet.

"We're here."

He turned around, the kid's chest colliding with his left side, pressing there like it belonged there.

Jensen's body belonged there.

The front yard that stretched before all the entrances to the caves was bathing in light that was coming from torches placed in every corner of the yard.

Jensen thought it was probably done strategically, because the light was slipping into every corner of the yard and even into the forest, but not too far in.

Just enough to see danger.

The breeze that was coming down the hill was bending the flames to its liking, and at some points it seemed that it would put the torches out, but then it stopped and the flames got back up to stand tall and cast yellowish light on the yard.

He kept on walking, ignoring the wolves and the humans who eyed him like he was a piece of meat, but off limits.

He could head loud sniffs...

sniff, sniff, sniff...

coming from the wolves, four of them standing by another cave's entrance...

sniff, sniff, sniff...

so loud in his ear. Almost deafening. He wanted to put his hands over his ears, shut his eyes and scream.

But the sight was mesmerizing… he couldn't stop watching… seeing wolves of various sizes and colors watch him with sparks of something in their eyes.

Two of them leaned down on their front legs and sneezed. He would've laughed if he wouldn't have been as scared as he was.

His heart was in his throat, beating a rhythm that made his breath stay in his lungs.

One of the wolves bared its teeth after sneezing, its eyes glowing orange in the darkness, his nuzzle painted red, his teeth red too.

Blood.

Dinner.

The humans; two women and three men looked at him like he had three heads and seven hands, odd looks in their eyes.

Predatory.

Knowing.

"What are they... why are they looking at me like that?" he whispered to Jared who didn't even turn around, just kept on walking and shrugging: "You smell of me."

Jensen heard the smile in Jared's voice but didn't say anything. From the looks he was getting… maybe smelling of Jared wasn't so bad.

Cool air hit his bare chest, pulling at his nipples, making them hard and the feeling made his dick twitch.

Jared's hand on his dick… pulling and twisting and pushing lower and harder…

… he swallowed and shook his head a little.

The cave was cool and as dark as a raven's feather, when he entered it. He stopped waiting for Jared to do something about the darkness and when a candle after candle began to light up, he moved deeper into the cave, deeper into what will be his home.

Forever.

Jared smelled of the woods when he came closer to him - air moving around the man like it was bowing down to his presence – to light up a huge torch that was attached to the stony wall near the entrance.

He brushed his arm against Jensen's, a light touch, just the hairs on their arms touching, but it send shivers down Jensen's spine, all the way down to his dick, making it twitch again.

He shifted the weight from his left foot to his right, smiling back at Jared when the man smiled at him while putting a small stick on a table that was resting silently in the corner.

It was awkward.

The silence.

The standing in the middle of the room.

The itch of come drying on his skin.

Jared's eyes on him making blood run to his cheeks.

It was awkward.

He cleared his throat, because one of the things his mother had taught him was how to talk and he didn't wanna ignore that knowledge: "Where do I sleep?"

The question fell on his shoulders, pushing his feet deeper into the ground.

He never thought about that. Where Jensen would sleep, because the answer was simply… in the bed. But… Jensen wasn't his Beta yet, so…

"Uhhh, you can take the bed and I'll," he turned around to look at the place, seeking out a spot for him to lay down, "... sleep here," he walked to the opposite wall, hit his head on the lower shelf, barely managing to catch a jar of spruce syrup, "'s cozy."

He rubbed the top of his head where he'll have a bump come morning, but it was worth it to see a small smile tug up Jensen's lips.

"Alright."

He watched the kid sit down on the animal skins, but before the boy could lie down, fall asleep for the night there was one more thing to do.

He cleared his throat: "Can I," walked closer to the kid and stopped before Jensen, toes almost touching toes, "I just wanna check if the wound's okay. If it's bloody or anything."

He had his hands raised up while looking down at Jensen's eyes; fear, want, need, lust, love, fear. All that in that greenness.

"I won't… I won't touch it. Okay? I just want to see it."

Jensen looked down at his feet, toes curling into the ground and bit his lip: "Yeah, okay, sure."

He sat down next to his mate, hips almost touching and put his hands in his lap, copying Jensen.

"It shouldn't be this awkward, right?" he said, looking at the jar of spruce syrup that he had made last year and had almost lost a few minutes ago.

"'s not awkward, it's just… a lot of things… happened, ya know?"

He left out a breath that turned into a smile: "Yeah, yeah, I know." He ran his hand over his nape, ruffling the curly hair there.

He looked at Jensen, hand still on his nape and saw the bandage shining in the light. Taunting him.

Pain. Mate.

Hurt. Mate.

He let go of his nape and moved his hand towards his mate's back, wanting to touch, but not knowing if he should.

His hand hovered above the kid's skin for a second, before he put it down gently a little bit below the edge of the bandage.

Jensen's skin was hot, slick with sweat… trembling.

"Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Okay," he put his right leg on the bed, bending his knee, his calf touching Jensen's lower back, "can you turn around for me?"

Jensen turned around, placing his right hand to the bed, letting it take some weight before placing his right leg on the bed too, bending it and putting his whole back in Jared's sight.

He could feel Jared's fingers scrapping at the edges of the bandage, pulling the fabric down, letting cool air hit the wound. It stung a bit when sweat and the air hit it, but otherwise it didn't hurt. Not like it did a few days ago.

"How does it look?"

"Looks alright. Looks," he pushed his finger on the red skin above the edge of the wound, hissing when Jensen hissed, "sorry, sorry."

"'s fine."

"'s healing, ya know? Gonna itch later on, but… yeah… 's healing."

Jensen could feel warm breath caress the sides of the wound when Jared spoke.

He shivered.

He wanted this.

Touch.

He needed it.

Jared sighed and ran his hand across his mouth; the wound was healing; he wasn't lying about that, but…

"Jensen, you… I know I asked you this before but, you trust me, right?"

There was silent time after the words left his mouth and Jared let his head drop down, bangs hitting his eyes, but before he could say anything, Jensen said: "Yeah, I do."

He breathed out and raised his head… slowly, his eyes coming to contact with the red colored wound.

It was supposed to be shaped as a paw, but it looked… it looked wrong.

"Good," he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "listen to me, I want you to look at that wall in front of you and don't turn around no matter what? Alright? Do you trust me that much?"

There was no silent time this time, but Jensen's voice cracked on the whispered: "Yeah."

"Good, 's good. Just… trust me."

If there was something that Jensen did feel, something that he could put a name to, it was trust.

When a wet and rough tongue started to lick the sides of the wound, Jensen startled. Flinched and grabbed fistfuls of skins, breathing hard and keeping his eyes on the wall where the shadows danced a dance he did not recognize. He arched his back and pulled his other leg up on the bed, getting some leverage, because the licks were rough and fast, pushing his whole back forward...

… but he would not turn around.

A heavy paw hit his right thigh, claws digging into his skin keeping him steady, keeping his still. He put his hand over the paw, his palm leaving sweat on the fur…

… he would not turn around. And he would not look down…

… the huge paw moved, pulled out from under his hand and dropped onto it, keeping his hand on his thigh with its weight.

When the hot tongue licked over the wound he whimpered. Didn't want to, the sound just came out of him and he had no way of stopping it.

It felt good, so good.

He would not turn around.

There was soft hair ticking his back whenever the wolf moved…

… he knew it was a wolf, he knew Jared shifted and became Grom…

… soft, almost silky like fur tickling him, making him close his eyes and lose the wall before him to bright spots dancing before his closed eyelids.

He wanted to turn around, get his fingers in the long fur and cry.

He opened his eyes.

Cry?

No.

The tongue wasn't stopping; licking over the wound, around it, straying a little to the left, a little to the right, but it was all good.

He wanted it and he would never turn around.

He trusted.

He closed his eyes and gasped when a stroke of the tongue sent fire through his spine. It was becoming too much, too much roughness of the tongue on the sensitive skin, too much like fire licking his skin and not a tongue.

He hissed and whimpered and almost cried out, bit he bit his tongue and hissed some more.

It hurt; like arrows being shot into the wound whenever the wolf lapped at it.

"Grom…" he whispered and breathed out when the wolf didn't stop.

"Grom…" he whimpered, but the wolf wasn't stopping.

"G…" he wanted to say the wolf's name again, but couldn't, because the swift stroke of a tongue across his wound hurt like he was being branded all over again and he fell down onto the animal skins, stomach and chest hitting them with the force that took his breath away.

He cried out. Softly, just a cry to fill in his lungs again and pushed his fingers and face into the pillow that was the rabbit skin.

It smelled of Jared when he tried to breathe in.

There was a hand on his thigh now, not a paw anymore; a strong hand with fingers intertwining with his: "'s okay now, 's okay. Doesn't hurt, come on."

But it did hurt; it felt like the wound had been scraped raw. He couldn't help but let some tears escape his closed eyes.

"Come on, straighten your legs, come on, lay down."

Jared was pushing at his legs, pulling them from underneath his body and making him lay down on his stomach.

There was fire all over his back, fire spreading into his chest. Pain shooting through his body, stopping everywhere but where Jared's hand was calming it down on his lower back: "Shh, shh, shhh, 'm sorry. 's okay. Just… fall asleep, okay?"

The darkness that he fell into was soft and warm.

He stopped his hand palm down on Jensen's lower back, smoothed the ripples there and got up from the bed.

He left the wound open, let the saliva dry in the air, let it seal off all of the broken skin; eat up all of the things that did not belong there.

He walked out of the cave towards a well hidden well, dropped the bucket into the hole until it made a splash and pulled it up.

The water was cold, but it felt amazing on his skin; the dried come and sweat and dirt was hard to get off and he scrubbed his skin almost raw, leaving it red and hot.

"Where's the kid?"

He turned around, coming face to face with Lilaar; blood from dinner still a strong scent on him.

"Sleeping."

"Better keep an eye on him…"

"You threatening me?"

"Just sayin'…"

"Shut up and go to sleep."

He walked back to his cave, not turning around to see where Lilaar went. He didn't wanna know. All he knew was that Jensen and he needed to go.

Soon.

Jensen was asleep when he stepped back into the cave, blew on the torch, walked to the table and breathed out on the candles, putting the cave in the hands of darkness.

When he laid down on the floor, he could still taste Jensen on his tongue.

He knew he had hurt him, but he couldn't stop. He had to leave as much of the saliva on Jensen, lick up as much of the blood and pus that he could… he just had to and if that meant hurting his mate… then so be it.

He closed his eyes, listening to his mate's light snores, breathing in the smoke from the candles and smelling his mate… come, sweat, blood… underneath it all.

The darkness had always been soothing; a hiding place whenever he was in wolf form and a calm caress when he was lying in bed, dreaming about what it will be like to have his mate with him. In his bed. Sharing little touches, kisses… sharing the warmth that the animal skins provided in the cool cave.

But… he had never dreamed that he'd ever spend a night with his mate sleeping what seemed like miles and miles away from him. In another bed. Alone.

He sighed and turned on his back, listening to soft clickclickclick of wolf's claws hitting pebbles outside in the yard.

Guards were on their duty… good. If danger would come, they'd warn.

He put his hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating along with his mate's light breaths.

"Jared?"

The word didn't surprise him, didn't make him jump nor flinch, even if it broke the serenity of the night that enveloped him from all sides. It didn't spook him, it didn't make his heart beat any faster, didn't make the wolf inside of him growl… because the word was spoken with his mate's voice.

"Yeah?" he whispered into the coolness of the cave, up to the ceiling that he could not see.

"I wanna wash up. It… it itches 'n' 's cold."

There was some rustling coming from the direction Jensen was and Jared could only imagine what the kid was doing. Probably adjusting his dick in his pants.

"I know, but… just trust me please… just… until tomorrow, alright? Until we leave here?"

There was silence after that and Jared waited.

And waited.

"Why?"

Why? Why was a question that rarely had an answer that wasn't a lie.

"Jensen, I have to… make you mine, ya know? Leave my marks on you, my smell all over you, inside you. Make everyone know you're mine otherwise… you saw the way everyone was looking at you when we came back, right? That's why."

Jared could almost hear Jensen's brain work; processing the information.

"Inside me?"

Jared smiled: "Out of everything I said, you only heard that?"

"Yeah, well, you know? It was kind of hard to miss."

Jared chuckled.

"Jensen, you… you know how sex works, right? I mean…" he made some vague gesture with his hand in the air, but he knew that Jensen had no way of seeing it. Not in the darkness.

"Yeah, but I'm not a girl, I don't have…"

"… but you do, don't you?"

Having a talk about sex? Jared suddenly got extra proud of his father for giving him the talk without running away or getting a heart attack in the process.

He… he didn't know. It wasn't something that was ever discussed. Sex between two… men. Never. Not even the Elders. No one.

And then he felt it. A faint, shadow of a touch in his ass and his cheeks got hot.

"In my," he lowered his voice in a whisper he himself didn't even hear, "ass?"

"Yeah…"

"Does it… hurt?"

"Jensen, you should get some sleep. Catch some dreams before the sun gets up. We're leaving early in the morning."

"Does. It. Hurt?"

Jared sighed. Jensen was like Kayal with a bone… chew on it until it becomes nothing but dust.

"I'll never hurt you."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"We'll talk more tomorrow, alright?"

"So it does hurt?"

Jared faked snoring.

He stood by the entrance to his den, listening to birds drowning out his mate's light snores.

He watched the forest stretching out before his eyes, watched the mountains in the distance be a foggy, blurry image of themselves; the morning sun was already hot on his face and it would only get hotter and hotter as the day would progress.

He knew that everything will be beaming with life; the forest, the river, the lake... but he won't take his mate there.

No.

He'll take him somewhere else.

He'll take him somewhere where he would be able to show Jensen who he was, what he was.

He had smelled the storm last night already, could still smell it this morning; the fresh and electric scent of it so strong in his lungs, electrifying him from the inside out.

Giving him strength, purpose, a feeling that he could do anything he wanted.

The storm was still miles away, won't reach them until the evening.

"Mornin'."

"Hey."

He didn't turn his eyes away from the yard, when he heard his friend come close to him; his eyes moving around watching two pups biting and snapping at each other's neck. Nothing to worry about though, he knew it was just play, but even play could sometimes turn bad, end up wrong.

"So..." Kayal put his hands across his chest and stood by Jared's side, looking at the playing pups and smiled when the noises from the cave reached his ears: "He snores?"

"Ha," Jared turned around to look into the cave, seeing nothing but shadows, "yeah."

"You two leaving?"

One of the pups was completely gray and the other one a mix of black and brown and Jared almost took a step forward when the gray one made the black one yelp with pain. But he didn't. Pain was just another part of life.

"As soon as he wakes up."

He wasn't surprised at Kayal's question, his friend knew him well and Jared knew that Kayal understood why they needed to leave.

Kayal nodded and watched the pups shake off the dust from their fur and run into the forest.

"Well okay," he uncrossed his arms and reached inside his pocket, pulling out a small box, "here," he put it into Jared's awaiting palm, "think you'll need this."

Jared looked down at the box; made of cherry wood, the box was red and getting redder and redder as years went by. He knew what was in it.

He grinned: "Seriously?"

"Hey, 's the least I can do."

A groan from the inside of the cave got their attention and they spun around, not really seeing anything, but Jared knew that his mate was waking up.

"He still smells of you, ya know?"

"He'll wash up later, once we leave."

"Okay, so.. then... I'll just... go."

Jared knew Kayal wanted to say to him to stay safe, but really... no one was ever safe, not where they were going.

"I'll take care of this." He raised up the box a little, and then wrapped his fingers tightly around it. He knew that it meant a lot to Kayal... Pesha had made it for him.

"You better and Jared..."

"Yeah?"

"You can bring it back empty. 's okay, I have plenty more."

Jared nodded, turned around and stepped into his home.

"You awake?"

"'s time?"

"I don't know for sure. Early though."

Jensen was sitting on the edge of the bed, fisting a boar skin with his fingers, looking like he had vertigo.

"You okay? 's it," he placed the box inside a small bag made of a bear skin and turned around, "your wound?"

"No, no... 'm just," he yawned, "waking up."

"Oh, alright then, ummm, we... we really have to get going."

"Where are we going?"

Jensen looked up, his eyes slowly blinking at Jared.

"'m gonna show you something." Jared shrugged and walked towards the shelves, picking up some bread and dried meat, throwing it all to his mate who caught the meat, but dropped the bread to the floor.

When Jensen bent down to pick it up, Jared saw that the wound was dry; no blood, no pus, no saliva.

It made him feel lightheaded for a second, a split second when the feeling of 'my mate is gonna be okay' mixed with the electric scent of the storm.

"What're you gonna show me?"

Something special, Jared thought. Something really special.

He picked up some clothes that were hanging in the corner; pants that were white but with a yellowish hue and a shirt that would probably be too big and too long on Jensen but, he'd just have to deal with it.

"Here," he threw them on the bed, missing Jensen's hip by a little, "put this on when you're done eating and come outside, okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

He picked up the bear skin that was neatly sewn up to make it into a rucksack and went outside.

He had everything he needed; clothes, food, the box. All he needed was his mate to come out of the cave.

And then?

Then they would be on their way.

TBC…

P.S.1: I needed the h/c moment in this chapter. I mean I needed it, like I need air! *sigh* anywho... the wolf licking Jensen's wound... my great grandpa and my grandpa both... like if they had a wound, like idk a knife cut or a scrape or something... they gave it to their dogs to lick and my dad does it too... idk why... but the weird thing is... their wounds never got infected or anything and they always healed up nicely *shrugs* so... I used that here too. :)
P.S.2: I know I screwed up and made a million and one tense mistakes and words and grammar and spelling and all that and I'm really sorry. I plan on going over this story again and fixing all the grammar and words and all that, so that this story won't be such a mess. :) thank you!
P.S.3: I wanted this chapter to have a blowjob scene, but then I thought about it and I think that kinda scene in this chapter would make this chapter look… idk… cheap. So yeah… maybe in the next chapter then! :)

CHAPTER 9 _II_ CHAPTER 11

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From:

deansgirl7107.livejournal.com

I dont know why u were hating this chapter,cause i loved it.

I think it was very good and necessary to give more form and shape to the story.

Now im very curious to know where Jared is taking Jensen and what the special thing he is going ot show him.

Please just dont take too long to update
Ill be waiting for more.
Thanks

From:

soncnica.livejournal.com

hey!

thank you so much for reading!

idk why I hate it... maybe because I LOVE action, I love something happening all the time, ya know!? because I get bored quite easily :)... so maybe that's why I kinda hate this chapter, but I know that it just had to be written :))
and thank you so much for loving it :)

*giggles* yup... Jared has got a plan and he's gonna take Jensen somewhere and show him something and more :)))

I think the next chapter will be easier to write... because it will have more happening, more action, more everything... ya know!? :) so it probably won't take so long to update!

THANK YOU SOO MUCH!!!

S.

From:

aubergineautumn.livejournal.com

I wonder where they are going, what's int eh box....you write so well!

From:

soncnica.livejournal.com

*grins evoly* mwhahah.... :)

as to where they are going.. let's just say that it'll be an adventure and I'm excited to write it.. action! whooot!! and sex! :)))
as for whats in the box!? all I can say is ... it's not condoms! :)

yeah, 'm being evil, I think 'm PMSing! LOL :)))

sorry, and thank you soooooo much for reading!!! :)))) hope to see you next chapter too :)

S.

From:

angeblond.livejournal.com

Great

*sigh* already finish damn !

I will have to wait. *grumble*

ANd by the way, dog's saliva is an antiseptic that's why. Used in some drugs to fight inflammation ( of the throat mainly)

From:

soncnica.livejournal.com

LMAO! this story is sooo far away from finished, 'm so sorry... there will be so much more of everything and the boys are going slow and yeah.... so if you're waiting for the story to be done before reading.. 'm so sorry... maybe you'll have to wait until idk the end of this year! yeah... *facepalm* this is starting to become a monster of a fic! :)

YESSS!!! ANTISEPTIC!!! I didn't know people knew of this... it's just something my grandparents did and my dad does it and yeah 'm guilty of allowing my dog lick some cuts on me too :) he... but yeah antiseptic! thank you!! :)))))))

S.

because crazy works

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