Oh my God, I watched this movie today and I was mind blown! I honestly don't think there's going to be another to top it.. This one was, like awesome.. Wonderful.. Better than Yuma even.. Wow, did I just say that? Oh my God! But a movie that makes me tear up multiple times and cry my eyes out at the end is just amazing, lol. Russell and Hugh's performance was magnificent.
Anyway... I think I'm the first to write this for the current movie? Lol, I don't know but I worked my butt off and got this done under 8 hours! Woo! Fastest time yet! :D
Well, enough about that... ENJOY!
Re-edited and hopefully I fixed the grammer problems.
He went in search for a simple child, to keep his word to the woman he so loved but had lost. He could not save her but maybe he could save what she left behind?
Save the child from sorrow, pain and suffering. From cruel relatives and a harsh life that was far too much work for the younger.
So, he had a mission to save her from that life and to maybe, just maybe bring some company into his.
That was his intentions but, intentions never go as one plans.
Especially when that person is being hunted.
Jean was well aware of this, of the fact that Javert hasn't and most likely never would give up on his quest to capture him.
But, Jean was not aware of just why this brutal man wanted to get ahold of him so badly. All he knew was nothing more than the fact that Javert was hell-bent on arresting him and putting him back into slavery once more.
That could not happen, Jean wouldn't allow this man to capture him though. He would run and fight until the end if he had to. He was just as hell-bent on escaping the man as Javert was on capturing him.
With that being said, he was cautious during his search through the darkened woods.
Things were hard to see for the shadows of the trees shielding the blue-tinted moonlight, making him all the more weary of his surroundings.
Jean pulled his jacket further up to his face as he walked through the snow, giving a glance every few seconds at the sound of a stick breaking or owl hooting.
He was paranoid indeed and he feared Javert greatly for Javert was a powerful man.
Jean just kept such a feeling hidden. But, even when coming face to face with the harsh soulless man again, he was quivering inside. Keeping a straight face was hard that day. Javert brung back many painful memories of years ago.. The beatings were not something he wished to live again and that was the only thing that gave him his strength to play the "Who are you?" act.
But Jarvet wasn't stupid. No, he knew who the man certainly was upon the sight of him lifting the wagon up to help the poor grave-digger. Any man of his age wouldn't have such strength. Only Jean Valjean possessed that strength.
Javert wasn't scared though. What did he have to fear from such scum? He was tougher and has witnessed more than Jean could ever imagine.
And that was about to be proven. Easily.
"We meet again, Jean Valjean." Spoke a voice that has long been all too familiar.
Jean froze where he was, daring to not look behind. He did not need to. He knew from the voice who had spoken.
That cold but yet, seductive voice could stop any man or woman where they were. It rattled him. It brung butterflies to flutter in his stomach. Why? He did not know. He only assumed it fear.
A moment of cold, still air passed by before another word was spoken.
"You have me sadly mistaken from someone else." Jean responded, turning around to stare the man in the face, careful not to hold eye contact with him too long.
"There is no mistake. You aren't the man you claim to be. You can't fool me with your act. I see right through your disguise." Javert held a death glare down on the man.
No more running. Javert found him and they were alone. No people for Jean to escape in or buildings.
Javert was in power and he let it be shown with his unnerved stance he had upon his horse.
The man was perfectly still. Back straight, hands resting upon the saddle.
If Jean had one word to describe this sight, it would be that of breath taking.
Okay, so that was two words but it was no lie. Javert looked stunning there, within the opening of the trees that allowed the moonlight to shine down upon him.
"I'am afraid I do not know what you're talking about." Jean replied. Mesmerized or not, he couldn't allow himself to be caught.
"Drop it Valjean." Javert took a whole new tone of order. This was no longer a game of cat and mouse. He knew what he wanted and he would have what his heart desired.
Jean took a look around, and within the blink of an eye he was gone.
So was Javert.
Jean tried, and tried to out run the horse, even darting into the trees but the sound of hooves beating against snowed ground grew closer and closer.
There was no escape.
The wolf had his prey in sight.
Javert closed in within no time and he took his chance to leap off his horse to tackle the man when he was beside the poor soul.
Jean fought with that strength he seemed to still possess as strongly as ever but it was futile.
Javert gripped his wrists tightly and forced him up to stand.
Again, came the strength he had come to adore. Except this time it was put behind kicks rather than punches.
Still, it was no match.
"Your days of running are over Jean." Javert hissed, as he slammed the man against a nearby tree.
Jean grimaced at the feel of the others spit hitting his face upon those words spoking in harshness.
"What, did you think you could escape me forever? I always get what I want. With you, it is no different." Javert practically growled the words, pinning the man's wrists tighter against the ice-cold bark as he pressed himself closer against the man.
"What do you think you're doing?" Disguises aside, what was Javert up to? This was a whole new approach Jean was facing.
Javert leaned in close, nearly nuzzling along the side of the others face as he took in a deep sniff of his victims scent.
What heavenly cologne did the man have lightly dabbed on him.
"You've transformed into a rather handsome man.. The years have been kind to you since I set you free." Javert whispered into the man's ear, surprisingly with a soft tone.
"Just like I remember when we first met." The wolf added.
"It's no thanks to you, you added many years onto my life before my time. You turned me into what I was during those 19 years spent being your dog." Jean smarted off with.
No use trying to deny the fact Javert knew who he was. No use fighting.
That earned a glare from the predator in front of him.
"It was my duty and your justice. Did you think I liked that?"
Jean squirmed under his grip. "Yes! Otherwise the whip would've been spared and the starvation wouldn't have been as harsh."
Javert tightened his grip, unintentionally to the point where he was hurting the other. "I didn't enjoy a damn thing I done! But I had someone over me too, watching me. I couldn't risk favouring any or the king would've had my head." He was now back a bit, to where he could stare down into eyes that shined like emeralds.
Jeans eyes held mild discomfort, from how his wrists were so tightly held down.. But, the hues were beautiful all the same.
"I didn't like that... I never wanted to bring you to such a thing... To turn you into that person.." He trailed off, letting a hand now creep up the man's chest. "I hated to be the person who scarred that body of yours.." He mumbled again in a soft voice as he undone one button of the jacket.
A hand was free, but why couldn't Jean move it? Why couldn't he force the man away? Even when the wolf released his other hand to remove the scarf around his neck, giving him complete access to press cool lips against the warm flesh over and over again as Javert worked his way down the buttons of the jacket.
What was wrong with Jean? He couldn't find it in him to push this man away. In fact, his hands trembled in want of being around the other.
These feelings, he could not describe.. This was supposed to be fear was it not? He was suppose to be scared of this man but.. His heart was full of something else..
Jean couldn't help but to allow a groan to leave him as Javert forced his body even closer against his own.
If it wasn't clear before as to what this man wanted, the feel of his hard on through his trousers gave it all away.
Jean blushed.
So this was what Javert wanted all along and not to arrest him?
"I have wanted you from the day I laid eyes on you.. You just don't even know how much." Javert breathed deeply against the man's lower ear lobe and neck.
He did, but under watchful eyes he could never do anything about his intense feelings.
Before Jean could respond, lips were placed against his as the last button of the jacket was undone.
That just left Jean's shirt.
Eyes widened as Javert's tongue was slipped into his mouth.
This man sure was eager. It was a bit shocking to Jean but not to his disliking.
Javert dared to not break the warm contact yet, as he left the shirt alone for the time being and went down to the man's crotch.
"Someone's not too scared of me after all." He finally let the kiss drop in order to let a chuckle leave him as he rubbed the man.
Jean gave another blush at that.
Why was this happening? He liked women.. He was in love with a woman.. So why was he getting so turned on, so quickly by Javert?
Maybe it was the power, authority and order the wolf held over him that he liked so much?
In a sick twisted sense, he did like how this man was persistent with him and demanded to have what he wanted..
He liked being controlled.
Another kiss was placed to Jean's cold lips, and another before that wonderful warm tongue was brushing over them and all Jean could do was moan.
What a sound. Javert enjoyed it, far more than he done with the pained hisses he use to get from this man.
What he enjoyed more though was how Jean gave in and his arms were wrapped around Javert's back, pulling him closer.
Jean couldn't deny the fact this was good. Fuck women. Fuck wondering what was right or any of that bullshit.
He just wanted one thing right now.
"I must say, I thought you'd put up a fight.." Javert spoke, in between kisses he gave to the mans jaw line.
It was odd, yes. But perhaps, that fear Jean once thought he felt was only longing. Maybe he wanted this male to be like this to him, he just never understood until he was forced into the situation.
As much as Jean wanted to speak, no words came out. Only a moan as Javert now worked his kisses down, upon hands going to the shirt once more, finishing off the final few buttons.
Jean gave another shiver, as the shirt was parted. Why couldn't Javert offer to take them somewhere warm?
"Mm.. Cold?" Javert asked, between the kisses now being placed along Jean's chest.
"Yes.." Jean barely got the simple word out as his body shook from the freezing temperatures.
This was risky, Javert knew this but he really couldn't wait another moment to be with this man.
"It's okay. You'll be warm soon enough." Javert spoke in that sweet voice Jean had just came to enjoy.
It beat his cold tone any given day.
The feel of Javert's lips against his bare chest, as both hands now explored around his side areas helped him to forget the chill of the air some. Not much however.
That is, until a hand snuck in the back of his pants, and Javert's warm mouth had now went over his right nipple.
All was lost as Javert's hand gripped his ass, squeezing and as he now teased the man's nipple with his tongue. All the while Javert's other hand was lightly grazing along the man's side.
Jean couldn't explain, but it was as if this man had a spell over him. He hadn't felt desire like this in a while. His moans proved it to Javert too.
They let him know Jean was enjoying this quiet a bit, and encouraged him to go further.
He broke contact of his hands, to undo the button of the man's trousers and unzip them.
"You're going to freeze me!" Jean complained right away.
"No I'm not. Just, trust me." He stated, trailing kisses down the man's stomach, more so over the scars the man bared.
Scars from him and other officers.. Scars he didn't want to speak of but felt only right to show affection to.. Whether it be of apology or to make the other less conscious of them.
More likely out of apology. Jean didn't seem to be self conscious with his wounds at all.
As he worked his way further down, he slipped the pants down to Jean's ankles, causing the other to draw in a gasp from the shock of cold air hitting his skin.
Javert kneeled down in front of the man, causing Jean to blush rather brightly.
Surely this man of authority wasn't going to do what he were thinking, was he?
"Not bad.." Javert gave his first ever half smile up at the man as he took Jean's sex organ in hand.
A half smile, nothing to some people but it suddenly ment the world to Jean. He never has seen a softer side of this man, thus that filled him with warmth to see the brutal officer lighten up a bit.
"Oh whao... Th-that feels nice.." Jean gave a rather pleased moan upon Javert starting to stroke him.
The friction created a nice source of heat for his flesh, increasing the pleasure even more in that particular spot.
But as if Javert would only stop there.
"Oh Christ.." Jean let the name slip at the feel of Javert breathing warmly onto his now fully hard erection before taking it into his mouth.
That was certainly a change. A change that Jean liked.
Jean's hands ran through the other's hair as Javert continued to earn those moans from him.
The way he used his tongue off and on between his sucks sent Jean into a whole nother word.
Could it get any better?
The man thought not.
But, Javert had different plans.
"Damnit.." Jean huffed, giving a roll of his eyes once Javert took one of his testicles in hand and started massaging it gently.
Any trace of thought was erased and all he could do is stay standing.
How did this man know all this? He must've been around the block a couple of times in his life..
That thought brung a bit of jealousy from Jean. He didn't know why once again, it just did.
But he didn't dwell on that long. Who could in such a situation like this?
Jean tilted his head back, arching a bit as the moans continued you to leave his throat.
This alone would send him over the edge if Javert kept at it.
But, to his disliking, Javert pulled back as things were getting even more intense.
That was a torture all of it's own.
"Wh-why stop? I was enjoying myself.." Jean asked, breathless.
"I've got to get my own pleasure.. I've got better for you."
"Huh?" Jean asked, without a clue as to what he ment.
"You'll see.. Just.. You relax beautiful."
Beautiful, where the hell did that come from?
This was so unlike Javert!
There wasn't a ounce of harshness within this man at the moment so it seemed.
But Jean liked it.
Just the same as he liked watching the man undo his trousers and slip them down.
Within a quick moment, Javert had the man completely backed up against the tree, and Jean's legs wrapped around his waist.
"I can't say this won't hurt... Because it will." The officer warned.
It was the only warning Jean got before a he felt an excruciating pain in his lower half.
"That fucking hurts!" He protested, not intending to swear. It just slipped.
Javert stopped when he was half way in. "Don't tense up and you'll be fine." He stated, attempting to push himself deeper into the other.
That earned him a new sound; a whimper.
"Sssh.. Jean." He took one hand and ran it softly through the others hair.
Against the victims wish, Javert started to thrust into him, bringing more intense pain each time.
"I can't stand this.. Stop, please stop." Jean begged.
"Hush. You'll get use to it.. Don't think on it.." Javert stated, placing a kiss to the man's lips. "Don't think on it.." He repeated.
The lip lock eased things a bit, not by much however.
This was Jean's first time experiencing this though, and thus it would take time to get use to the feeling.
Javert understood that.
But, he couldn't deny his wants either so, he kept things at a slow pace in hopes to allow Jean the time to get use to it all, while he got a decent amount of pleasure out of it as well.
Nothing seemed to help though, judging by the continuous whimpers and the way Jean now had a tight grip around his shoulders.
Jean's eyes were closed by now, in an attempt to keep his tears from falling.
Javert gave a growl like sound. This had to change.
He took the man's cock back in hand, stroking it once more as he held the other against the tree with just one arm alone.
That changed things more.
Javert got a moan mixed of pleasure and pain this round.
That was better.
"See? Just, keep your mind clear and it's going to be okay." The wolf smiled softly, picking up the pace of his thrusts.
Jean gave a nod, opening his eyes to catch that smile he enjoyed.
At least Javert was right on one thing, he wasn't feeling cold anymore.
"That's it, you're doing better.. Just enjoy yourself." Javert continued to encourage as he gradually went faster.
The moans of pleasure grew and within no time the pain had faded and all Jean felt was just ecstasy.
Javert gave a moan of his own that mixed in with Jean's as he locked lips with the man again.
With that, Jean decided to try his luck for another make out session.
However, Javert only chuckled as the other's tongue brushed against his lips.
"No, I run this ship." Javert reminded.
He always has, and he always would.
Jean gave a simple groan of protest at not having his way.
But Javert had his reason for not giving in. He wanted something else.
The man went back to Jean's neck, kissing and nipping ever so lightly along the sensitive flesh as he continued his other actions.
What a wonderous feeling. Every kiss brung Jean's skin to burn with pleasure.
More so when he felt the other start to suck up his mark.
To be marked by a man he once feared? It was something he now would take pride in.
"You're mine. You've always been mine, you always will be mine, Jean Valjean." Javert stated in a overly protective tone once he had finished his job of tattooing the man's neck.
"Yes, I'm yours Javert... I'm all yours." Jean responded in a deep breath as his hand found it's way back into Javert's hair.
The officer locked eyes with him, for a brief moment, before his cold lips were against Jean's again.
Javert didn't once have a thing to be fond of but he was rather addicted to this man's lips, cheeks, neck.. Every place within the reach of his kisses.
"Mmgh.." Was the moan that left Jean upon the kiss, and the wolf's harder, faster thrusts, and increased the speed of his strokes to Jean's cock.
That reaction brung another animalistic groan from Javert himself.
He was always intrigued by this man. Every movement and sound he made.
When he stared down at him, upon his slavery; Javert wanted nothing more than to see what more lurked under the broken man he once knew.
And now, he was seeing it. He was the only one to see it for years and the first man. It intoxicated him.
"I'm close..." Jean's tone was between a whisper and a moan.
"Good, good.. Let it happen." Javert encouraged on, rubbing the tip of the man's cock as he now nibbled at the man's earlobe gently.
That's all it took to push Jean over his edge.
His nails dug deep into Javert's shoulders, and if not for the jacket he wore, Jean would've surely left marks of his own.
"Jav.. Ve... Ahhh, Javert!" Came the old moan when his orgasm hit him.
The officer's eyes widened. His name was called? Jean actually done such a thing when he had his release?
That was something Javert hadn't even predicted.
Nonetheless, it caused his own final few thrusts to be vicious and rough until he achieved his climax.
He kept his moan of the man's name low, with his lips pressed against Jean's cheek as that wonderous moment came.
Then, the two stayed there for a moment, like they were. Both by now were panting and actually sweating.
"I told you that you'd be warm." Javert finally chuckled, finding strength to fully stand up right, rather than having his hand against the tree for support.
Jean just gave a simple chuckle in return, before surprising the other with a kiss to the lips when he took Javert's face in between his hands.
"That was better than anything I could've imagined." He smiled, hazel meeting blue.
For a moment, Javert could've got lost in those jewel like eyes and say he had fallen in love. But to do so would be foolish.
This was just sexual desire. Nothing more. He had to remember that.
With that being said, he stepped back from Jean, allowing the man to stand on his own.
His victim watched him, with confusion as Javert pulled his trousers up.
"You're not leaving, are you? Jean finally asked.
The officer gave his ever so famous death glare. "I must." He replied simply, before whistling for his horse.
The confusion and even hurt on Jean's face was adorable in a weird way to Javert, but he could not stay.
To do so would be death to them both if any one was to find out.
"Until we meet again, Jean Valjean." Was his final words, as he climbed onto his steed.
Jean didn't have time to reply before he was left in the dust, behind a galloping horse.
All that chase, just for one night with no strings attached?
Jean didn't know what to make of this.
And for a while, he just stared in the direction that the wolf rode off in, until the cold got the better of him once more.
He was forced back to fix his clothing properly, with the thought of what just happened lingering in his mind.
Even as he recomposed himself fully and continued his search for young Cosette, the thoughts of Javert would not leave him alone.
With one in particular.
"Until we meet again, Jean Valjean." That made him smile, gave him a glimmer of hope. Javert and he would meet again. There was no doubt and next time, he wouldn't be left standing like a mindless fool.
"Yes, until we meet again, my dear Javert." He mumbled under his breath, as the wind began to pick up and he went on to find the girl.
No more words were said, only a song he sung of happiness and of love filled the cool air.
Javert was a hard man to get, this he knew but he would have him. One day.
The End.
I'm thinking about making this into an actual story, but I'am not sure. I'am way behind on my stories, lol. But, I'll see.. I really like the thought of it though.