ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
AU, OOC. And here starts some slishy-slashy-sloshy... Okay, I'm officially crazy... SADIE! -Sadie runs away from Author's wrath, giggling madly- What I meant, here starts some SLASH!
I have a question: why is it that when I write, for example, 'moonlight' in the search bar to find my story, it comes up in the In-Progress category? Do I have to do something about it, or will it change itself? I'm confused, can anyone help me? Thanks!
So, here's the chapter! Enjoy!
The boy slowly returned into wakefulness, but during that terror sneaked into his heart. Maybe they want to put it off for later? Or they just want to work his nerves up, so he would be easily tamed in bed? Opening his eyes he saw the sun ascending the sky and oddly he was filled with great resolution. He will quicken things, before his nerves will be wrecked!
With that decision he jumped up and crept out of the room. Voices drifted up from downstairs; it seemed the brothers had told the owner of the house what had happened. The teen tiptoed into the upstairs bathroom and instantly caught what he looked for with his eyes: a strong comb.
He immediately began combing out his tousled locks. However, it didn't turn out to be an easy task: although the teen didn't even bat an eye, his tears streamed down his white cheeks.
"Jade!" the teen startled in fear from the voice and the comb fell from his hand. He instantly lowered his eyes and turned to the door. "What are you doing?" Sam asked, but he was greeted with another shocking sight. "Why are you crying?"
"I just thought th-that" the boy murmured, "i-if I tidy myself up, then we will get over it sooner…"
Sam stared at the shaking boy sadly. A light blush was burning his face, since the name just unintentionally slipped out of his mouth. He closed in on the boy with slow, measured steps and standing in front of him he laid his hands on the boy's biceps. The teen jumped at the gentle touch; memories broke through the habits rooted in his mind, but everything was messed up.
"Look at me!" Sam ordered quietly.
"You mustn't look into the face of your human-born superiors, or you get 25 strokes on your back" the boy murmured to himself involuntarily, but Sam clearly heard him.
"I won't force you to do something you don't want to" Sam added hurriedly, but to no avail.
"You get five times as much whipping as the number of customers you lost" came another terrible rule.
"Jade!" Sam said abruptly. The boy froze from surprise; the memories concerning that name clicked into place.
"Sam" the teen whispered. Sam felt a sliver of hope awaken inside him hearing his name.
"You recognize me?" he asked softly. For a few moments tense silence ruled the air between them, but the teen swiftly tore himself from Sam's hands and stormed out. Sprinting after him Sam could just catch a glimpse of the boy dashing out the front door, leaving it open, and quickly disappearing among the rows of car wrecks.
Dean then stepped out of the kitchen and found Sam standing at the bottom of the stairs. Stepping beside him his brother spoke up:
"He ran out. Darted amongst the cars. I hope he comes back."
"Why did he run out?" Dean asked quietly.
"I don't know" Sam lowered his head with a sigh. Suddenly he started walking towards the doorway.
"Leave him alone for a while!" Dean called after him.
"I'll just wait for him to return" Sam replied and reaching the stairs he took a seat on one step. A breeze fluttered his tresses, but he sat motionlessly, waiting for the boy, who was already his charge, to come back.
The last beam of the setting sun had already vanished under the horizon, but the skyline was still blue. The moon covered with haze looked over everyone and everything. The breeze was constantly sweeping through the ground, occasionally whipping up the dust and fluttering some stray hairs. Still sitting in his place Sam stroked a lock out of his eyes and gazed at the yard. He was perching on the same spot, on a step of the front stairs, waiting for his charge, but there haven't been a sign that he will come back. Meanwhile, he could finally think through the happenings going on for two days now.
Due to an accident it had been discovered that Jade, the black kitten they had taken in, is actually a human. That'd explained why the little animal is so intelligent. After that it'd turned out that the kitten's broken leg mended with magical speed. The brothers' first guess: a witch, who wants to worm his way between them to harm them from inside. But thinking the happenings over since the kitten's appearance, Jade hadn't done anything that would've hurt the brothers.
After finding the letter and the kitten, Jade had turned back to human: to a seventeen year old teen. It had been a shocking discovery that the boy had earned his living from prostitution that was advertised by the writing carved into the teen's body.
However, the boy had been acting oddly: Dean told him that when the teen had offered himself on the bed, he had been crying scared to death. Later it had come to light that the boy was British, which narrowed down their guess amongst witches: he was a wizard.
The scene in the bathroom also served with some more answers. The rules that the boy recited pointed to the fact that the teen was forced into this shameful situation. Moreover, he hadn't remembered the pictures and scenes of the time he was Jade, but when Sam said that name, the process had begun. Most likely he was registering the new memories alone now. That is why Sam had so much patience to wait till the evening.
His musings were disturbed by a painful cry and he snapped his head up. The sound came from one row of the cars; Sam shot to his feet and rushed towards the sound. Halfway between the house and the gate his gaze landed on a form lying on the ground face down. The ebony tresses covered the dusty ground like waves of a sea at night. The play of lights weaved the color of the darkening sky amongst the locks, giving the flood of black hairs some silky glint.
Sam got lost in the beauty of the picture, but he was soon broken out of it by the soft crying. Looking closer, the young siren's – Why the hell did this came to his mind? – shoulders were shaking. Sam hurried to the boy terrified and threw himself down onto his knees at the teen's side. He carefully laid his hands on the slim shoulders, causing the boy to let out a sob.
"It's okay, my beautiful" the words slipped out of Sam's mouth unintentionally, causing the young man to shut his mouth with a click. The trembling body froze beneath his palms then the boy kneeled up and began to clamber to his feet. Though, when he stood onto his right foot, he collapsed with another painful cry. Sam quickly caught the boy, who then landed on his lap. The teen started crying again, while Sam looked at the hurt limb: on the reddened sole was a deep-looking, pretty long gash.
"What happened?" he asked. His fingers touched the injury, causing the teen's leg to jerk and Sam's skin to turn into red from blood. For lack of an answer, Sam spoke again:
"What happened, Jade?"
Jade froze again from shock; he never thought that the name will remain on him after everything. Sam, though, would've liked to bang his head into a few cars, as his tongue took a life of its own.
'That's it, I'm cutting it out…' he thought angrily, but then the teen in his arms shyly rubbed his face into the young man's neck. Sam smiled at the gesture then, wrapping an arm around the boy's shoulders and slipping the other under the lithe legs, he stood up. Jade tightened his hold around the man's neck with a frightened yelp, hiding his blushing face between his arms. He realized with interest and a bit happily that his head perfectly fitted under Sam's jaw.
Walking towards the house, Sam observed his "prey" – 'Would you shut up already!' he shouted inwardly at his mind, getting irritated –; his body found the sight desirable and the behavior adorable: Jade's blushing cheeks were decorated with the glistening of tears that the young man terribly longed to wipe down, showing the tenderness hidden in his big hands. To his enormous dissatisfaction he didn't have the chance to peek at the irises of those almond-shaped eyes; his curiosity already pierced its way through his torso, peering out of his side. But what threw his animal instincts into fever, was the two lithe gazelle-legs. The pair of limbs was resting crossed on each other: the lower one leaned towards the ground shaped in right angle, while the upper one tilted towards the sky 45 degrees from its sibling. The slim, light body was visibly feminine, but if the teen could return to his original sex and live his deserved life, he would still be attractive.
Reaching to the house Sam carefully inched his way through the entrance door and put his precious cargo onto the couch – the young man didn't even reprimand his thoughts, recognizing a loosing battle. He quickly sent his brother for the first-aid kit then seeing Jade's chapped lips he asked Bobby for a glass of water. The others got back at the same time: Dean gave the kit to his brother, while Bobby offered the water to Jade. The teen whispered a "Thank you" and slowly sipped at the cool drink.
Meanwhile, Sam treated the teen's wound: Jade began crying at the gentleness he received. This outburst, though, brought him the serene darkness.
The three men stood guard to his dreams, but they also observed the boy. Now that his hair fell in more organized waves, covering the delicate body like a blanket, he got a more eye-catching and feminine look.
"I repeat" Bobby spoke suddenly, causing the brothers to look at him. "He's a really gorgeous creature."
Hearing that Dean chuckled, but Sam didn't join him. As the two men looked at the youngest, they were a bit surprised by the hazel islands enclosed with pink seas, covered with dreamy haze.
Sam didn't even acknowledged his surroundings, as he gazed at Jade. His irises ran up the lithe legs then played tourists on the curved waist hidden by the unbuttoned shirt and the slightly muscled chest. His attention skated over the parts covered with clothes, so he reached the white neck pretty fast. The tendons stretched the skin whose softness Sam had the luck to experience. The jaw rounding the boy's face loaned firm, wise but still innocent, loving features from the genetics. From the whitened scar adorning the boy's forehead Sam remembered the other marks that were close to the state of complete fading: Jade's magic was working furiously. The pink lips then parted with a soft sigh, causing Sam to moan: those thin lips are just waiting for the young Winchester to finally kiss them, bite on them until the blood floods to the skin and then they open further…
Sam was startled from his thoughts and returned from his day-dreaming. The first thing he noticed was the tiny prick in his throbbing lower lip that he bit through during his wandering thoughts. From the next thing, though, he started sweating. He looked at the others horrified, but that just added to the whole embarrassment: Dean was turned away, shakily trying to suppress his laugh that attempted to escape with a couple of sighs, while Bobby purposely avoided to even look at the young man, massaging the back of his neck uncomfortably. Sam quickly looked down: the evidence of the blazing pressure showed itself proudly to the world.
The young man immediately stormed up the stairs, but Dean's laugh breaking free chased him up to his destination faster. Soon the older brother calmed down and wiped the tears from his eyes, but they returned: the house was filled with loud, lustful moans, reverberating off the walls, tearing another fit of laughter from Dean. Bobby quickly escorted the man out of the living room, so they won't wake up the sleeping Jade.
None of them noticed the quick smile that flitted across a peaceful face, before its owner slipped back into the silent ocean of dreams.
TBC
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