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Vancouver’s Hallo-Con was a one day convention in its first year and the organizers had booked various actors who work in the area.  There was one rule, EVERYONE at the convention was supposed to show up in some form of cosplay, including the guests.  This worked out well for Jared as it also happened to fall on the day of the Supernatural company party.

Jared was scheduled to appear on a “Men of the CW” panel which is why at the moment he was in a green room dressed in a full Batman costume.  Beside him a shirtless Stephen Amell wore a loin cloth and a pair of fake wings, having come to attend the panel as Cupid.  “Could you pander to your base any harder,” Jared teased.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Stephen grinned popping his pecs.  “I’m just giving the people what they want.”

“And if that’s what the people want who is he to deny them,” the voice of Grant Gustin came from behind Stephen.  Grant was dressed in a long trench coat.

“What are you supposed to be?” Jared asked.

“A flasher,” Grant said as he quickly pulled open the coat.  Beneath he wore only a black speedo with the word censored written on it.  He quickly closed the coat back up.  “get it?”

“Very clever,” Jared chuckled.

“Oh my God,” Stephen shouted as he and Grant broke out in uncontrollable laughter.  Jared turned around and his jaw hit the floor.  It was Jensen.  More importantly though, it was Jensen dressed in a Catwoman outfit.  “Did you lose some sort of bet or something?” Stephen managed to ask through his laughter.

“Shut it, Amell.” Jensen said cracking the whip.  “I’m armed.”

Jared ignored his immediate impulse to push Jensen up against a wall and  shove his tongue down his throat.  That latex left nothing to the imagination, clinging to Jensen’s hips so tantalizingly.  Jared wasn’t sure if it was his imagination but there seemed to be an extra sexy slink in Jensen’s walk.  He knew he was staring so he forced himself to stammer “I thought you couldn’t make it.”

Jensen didn’t respond.  Instead he yanked Jared by the wrist and pulled him off to the side.  “What did you do with the damned Robin costume?” Jensen hissed.

“What? Nothing?” Jared replied confused.

“It wasn’t on the dresser and I didn’t have time to go buy something else so I had to wear this.” Jensen grumbled.  “I suppose this is your idea of a prank?  I look ridiculous.”

“You look fine,” Jared reassured.  “You look better then fine,”  Jared let a hand snake around and cup Jensen’s ass, but the other man was not in a playful mood.

He slapped Jared’s hand away.  “Honestly, where is it?  You brought it here with you, right?  I don’t want to go out there in this stupid thing.”

“No.  I didn’t even know you were coming.  Don’t you have a production meeting across town in like an hour?” Jared protested.

That actually sounded right to him.  He had a vague memory of calling the organizers to cancel his appearance here, but then why was he here?  He wasn’t allowed much time to think about it, because just as the memory was trickling back the boys were rushed out onto stage.

***

To say that the audience loved Jensen’s outfit would be the understatement of the century.  It took five solid minutes of applause and some good natured joking before the panel could even begin.  As the panel wore on Jared kept a close eye on Jensen and he was really getting into character.  At separate points during the question and answer period he both purred and posed.  This was in addition to his constant banter with his mortal enemy, Batman/Jared. 

After the panel finished the boys filtered back into the green room.  Somehow Jared  wound up with the Catwoman whip.  He was playfully twirling it at his side like a lasso when Jensen, who had lingered a bit longer than usual on stage, got into the room.  “Hey, gimme my whip.” Jensen commanded as he sauntered over and plucked the weapon from Jared’s hand.

“Oh, it’s your whip?  And here two hours ago I thought it was ‘this stupid thing?’”Jared teased, waggling his eyebrows.

“What is that suppose to mean?” Jensen groused.

“I think your boy is pointing out that you had the time of your life out there.” Stephen tossed his two cents in from across the room, where Grant was dutifully seated in his lap.

“You are both delusional.” Jensen bristled.  “I can’t wait to take this thing off.”

“Sure didn’t seem like it up on that stage,” Jared countered.

“It’s my job to seem playful.  I was hamming it up for the audience.” Jensen defended.

“I call bullshit.” Stephen intruded from his corner.

“You’re not part of this conversation,” Jensen growled, his hand tightened around the handle of the whip as he shot the other actor a back off glare.

That got a rise out of Stephen.  “You hate it so much you’re about to crack that whip at me?” he laughed.

“No.” Jensen said defensively even though he was totally about to do exactly that.  He forced his arms to relax a bit.

Jared slunk around behind Jensen.  Wrapping his arms around Jensen’s waist, Jared let his head rest on the other man’s shoulder. “You can admit you like it, Jen.  You were just in a room with literally hundreds of people who were all very happy to see you in it.”

“Besides it’s not exactly surprising.” Stephen continued to take good natured jabs. “We all knew you were a dom.  We just didn’t realize you were so kinky.”

Jensen’s fingers again tightened on the whips handle until he reminded himself that he was trying NOT to be in character.  It was hard though.  The way the latex hugging to his skin made him feel so damn sexual and badass.  Plus the fact all these people were practically salivating over him was not exactly discouraging his ego.  “Look how hard he’s trying not use the whip,” Stephen laughed.  Jensen let out another less than intimidating growl.  Jared nibbled his ear gently and kissed his neck gently to calm him down.

“I think it’s hot.” Grant spoke up.  “I’d ask if we could borrow it, but I don’t think Stephen could pull it off.”

That got a smirk from Jensen until Stephen quipped “You’re right it.  It’s too small for me to fit into.”  Before the sentence even ended the sharp crack of a whip echoed in the room.  Jensen couldn’t tell you what came over him.  It was a reflex, some sort of instinct meant to demand respect.  Instead the entire room broke into peels of laughter, even Jared.

“I hate you all,” Jensen said dryly, before slipping out of Jared’s grasp.

“Jenny,” Jared pouted “Don’t be grumpy.”

“I’m going home to change.” Jensen said, still trying very hard to look more annoyed then he was.

“But the party tonight-” Jared whined.

“If you really didn’t touch the Robin costume it should be home.  I’ll change into something at least marginally less embarrassing and meet you at the party.”

“Jenny.  You’re being silly.” Jared pushed out his lower lip out going to full pout.

Jensen chuckled and shook his head.  “Not gonna work.”  He turned and headed for the door.  “Meet you at the party, Jared.”

Jared let out a heavy sigh and looked towards Stephen.  “Look what you just did.  I was going to get to stare at that all night.”

Stephen laughed a bit.  “You can’t bring your boy around me in a full body catsuit and expect me to have the self control not to tease him.”

Grant shook his head “Honestly, Jar, we should just let them screw one day and get it over with.”

“I agree.  Do you know if Jensen is free on Tuesday?” Stephen ‘joked.’

Grant slapped Stephen on the chest and pushed up off his lap. “Enough, or me and Jared will both give up and run away together one of these days.” He crosses the room and holds an arm out to Jared.  Jared happily slipped his arm through  “Our lives would be so much easier that way.” 

“Aint that the truth,” the two made their way to the door.  “Unfortunately our boyfriend are so ungodly sexy so we’re stuck with them,” Jared jokingly opined.

***

Being dressed like Robin made Jensen feel like an idiot.  Admittedly there was something intriguing about the silly little mask which simultaneously made the green in his eyes pop and forced the attention down to his pillowy porn lips.  The almost comically tiny shorts really showcased those long bowed leg and his firm bubble butt.  Even if he looked awesome, he still felt dumb without a Batman.  Who choose to dress up like a sidekick for Halloween?

Everyone had been asking him where ‘his Batman’ was and he just kept telling people that Jared would be here soon.  Jensen was not used to feeling so dependent.  He was always fairly brash on his own, but he kind of needed Jared to make him feel whole tonight.  Luckily he knew just about everybody at this party for over a decade.  Also there was an open bar.  That also helped.

Jensen was about two drinks in, and he was in a corner chatting with Misha Collins and his wife.  The couple was dressed as a devil and an angel respectively.  Jensen caught sight of a towering black figure swoop through the door.  It was Jared.  His billowing cape emphasized his already extraordinary size and broad shoulders.  The large bat emblem splayed across his chest drew Jensen’s eyes to Jared’s ample pecs.  Come to think about it Jared did have the exact right amount of muscle.   As these thoughts ran through Jensen’s mind, a dumb smile spread across his face.  Misha snapped his fingers in front of Jensen’s face.  “Hello? Jensen?” Misha glanced over his shoulder and realized what Jensen was staring at. He looked to his wife and chuckled, “Pretty sure we lost him for good.”

“Jar!” Jensen excitedly called over to the door.  Jared looked a bit surprised to see Jensen there.

“Wow, I can’t believe you beat me here,” he said as he made his way to the group.  His eyes flitted up and down Jensen drinking in the sight before him.  Part of him was sad to see Jensen apparently made good on his threat to switch costumes, but this look worked for him too.  In truth Jared was trying to sneak a look at him from behind, very anxious to get the full affect of those shorts.

Jensen wasn’t entirely sure what Jared meant by his comment but he let it fly because in truth he was just happy to have his Batman.  “I hope you’re happy,” Jensen said “I caved.”

“I see that,” Jared said.  “How lucky am I to get Robin and Catwoman in the same night?”

Jensen squinted confused.  “Catwoman?” he did a survey of the room.  “Where?”

“Not here, you dork.  At the con.”  Jared rolled his eyes.  He didn’t know why Jensen was being so stubborn about this.  He was having such fun with it early, but now he apparently wanted to act like the whole thing hadn’t happened.  Jensen for his part decided to enjoy Jared’s presence and just pretend like he understood the reference.

“Well boys, we actually should be heading out,” Misha said.  “Glad we could catch you both before we left.” With a couple hugs, Misha and his wife dismissed themselves.

Jared sighed, “Well I guess we should make the schmooze rounds.”

“I already hit up the room, but I’ll keep you company.” Jensen said.  “Lead the way, Bats.”

The boys spent the next hour at the party milling around and speaking to their co-workers.  Jensen was unusually quiet.  He already had his own chats with everyone here so he let Jared steer them around, and occasionally tossed in his two cents here or there.  Jared was kind of a natural at this, and Jensen wondered why he didn’t take the backseat more often.  Eventually Jensen excused himself to the rest room.

Jared was talking with a few of the writers when he felt someone come up from behind him and cover his eyes.  “Guess who?” a familar voice cooed in his ear.

“Do my eyes deceive me or is that my Boy Wonder?” Jared laughed.  He would recognize Jensen’s voice anywhere, but as he turned to see who was behind him he was taken by surprise.  It was in fact Jensen.  However, Jensen was dressed in a blindingly blue Superman get up.  He had his hair slicked back outside of the signature Superman curl, and Jared couldn’t help but notice that Jensen did nothing to obscure the bulge in the front of his little red tights.

“I told you I wasn’t going to be Robin.” Jensen said firmly planting his hands on his hips and striking a pose.  “But I think I make a pretty solid Superman.”

Jensen didn’t know why Jared seemed so dumbstruck but he did.  Jared excused himself from the crew he was speaking with, grabbed Jensen by the wrist, and pulled him to the side.   “Are you fucking with me, right now?”

“What?” Jensen replied “You’re not mad are you?  I even found something that is thematically appropriate.”

“I’m serious.  You’re pranking me, right?” Jared raised an eyebrow studying Jensen.   “That’s why you keep changing costumes?”

“I don’t know what you mean, babe.” Jensen replied.

“Two minutes ago you were just out here in the Robin outfit.” Jared insisted.

Jensen laughed “Hell no, I was not.  Maybe someone else here is Robin and you assumed?”

“I know my boyfriend when I see him.” Jared responded almost aggressively.

“I just got here two seconds ago.  I had the production meeting, remember?” Jensen pointed out.

“Your meeting was cancelled.” Jared replied.

“No it wasn’t.  Where do you think I’ve been all day?”

“With me.” Jared said flatly.  “We’ve been together all day.  You were dressed as Catwoman at the convention and Robin when we met up here.”

Jensen reached out and put a hand to Jared’s forehead.  “You feeling all right?”

“I’m not making this up.  The internet is exploding with vids and gifs already.”  Jared fished out his phone and very quickly found a gif from this afternoon.  This particular gif showed Jensen swiping his imaginary claw at the air.  He handed the phone over to Jensen.

The color drained from Jensen’s face.  He looked up at Jared actual panic in his eye. “How did you do this?  This is photoshopped or something?”

Jared shook his head “I’m not falling for it.  You can drop the act.”

“I would never do this.” Jensen insisted.  His eyes were now glued to the phone.  He was flitting through page after page of photos.  They seemed endless, each sillier than the next.  “This isn’t me.”

Jared’s brow furrowed as he watched his Superman have an adorable mini-freak out.  “You really don’t remember.”

Jensen looked up at Jared, his eyes going wide.  “This is impossible, not to mention completely embarrassing.  I-”  Jensen didn’t get to finish that thought as Jared’s tongue had found it’s way into his mouth.  Jared’s hand gave Jensen a soothing squeeze.

“Trust me.  Nothing about this was embarrassing.” Jared said a bit sternly.  “I have never been more turned on then when I saw you strut around this stage this morning.  I spent the entire time on that panel worried about hiding my erection and from what I saw I wasn’t alone in that.  You are one sexy mother fucker in anything you wear, and you are currently filling out those shorts in a way that makes me weak in the knees.”

“You’re making me weak myself, Batman.” Jensen couldn’t help but grin as he heard that little monologue.  “But we still haven’t explained how I was in two places at once.”

“Three.” Jared corrected. “There’s Super Jensen, Cat Jensen, and Boy Wonder Jensen.”

“Do you think... they can’t... are they shapeshifters?” Jensen stuttered.

“Like on the show?” Jared said “Shifters don’t exist..” Jared began to speak but he trailed off.  “Gimme my phone real quick.”

Jensen handed it back to Jared.  “Why?”

“No reason,” Jared shrugged.  He lifted the phone to not so subtly snap a picture of Jensen.

“What was that for?” Jensen asked as he blinked the flash from his eyes.

Jared glanced down at his phone and then slipped it into his pocket, “Oh, nothing.”

It took Jensen a minute.  Then it clicked.  “You were checking to see if my eyes glowed like the shifters in the show.”

“What? No-”

“Yes you were!  You thought I might be the shape shifter.” Jensen replied indignantly.

“I mean I had to check.  You saw the pictures of Catwoman Jensen.  His eyes are normal so it means he’s not a shifter which implies you two might be.” Jared tried to explain, but he noticed Jensen’s eyes narrowing.  He was happy the man didn’t actually have laser eyes because he’s pretty sure that look would’ve fried him.

“You thought, Catwoman was the real me?  You know I would never wear that-” Jensen grumbled.

“He was you, Jen.  I’m telling you he looked like you, acted like you, sounded like you, took jabs with Stephen like you-”

“Oh God.  Stephen saw me in that thing! I didn’t even think about that.  He will bring it up until the day I die.” Jensen sighed.  “And while we’re on this subject can we talk about how apparently the most aroused you ever were by me was when you were with my shapeshifter?”

“Can we circle back to how shape shifters don’t exist and none of this makes sense.” Jared replied.

“Oh fine, change the subject.” Jensen shook his head.

“Well I’m sorry but you just walked back into the room.” Jared nodded towards the other side of the room.

Jensen turned to follow Jared’s line of sight.  “Huh,” he whispered as he watched a man dressed as Robin chatting away with Mark Sheppard.  He had to admit that man looked a lot like him.  OK that man looked exactly like him... almost.  “Well he’s clearly a shifter because my ass is not that perky.”

“Oh honey, you have ass for days.” With that statement Batman let his hands slide around Superman’s waist and took two large handfuls of Jensen’s ample rear.  “Which is why it’s so so cruel of you to constantly parade around in those too small boxers but never let me play with it.”

“It really looks like that?” Jensen asked looking back to Jared, who nodded affirmatively.  “Damn.  My ass is fine.”

“Again circle back around to the impending shapeshifter part.”

“Yeah... we should probably make sure they’re not evil monsters with some nefarious plan.” Jensen agreed.

“Especially because one of them is probably at our house right now,” Jared added.  Jared noticed that Jensen had zoned out a bit and was staring beyond him.  Jensen was checking himself out.  He was checking himself out hard.  “Stop thinking about having an orgy with your shape shifters.” Jared said slapping Super Jensen on the ass.

“How-”

“Because I know you.”  Jared replied.  Jensen opened his mouth but Jared cut him off again “Of course we can.  It would be a crime not to, but first we need to make sure they’re not trying to murder us.”

“But what a way to go,” Jensen shrugged.

Jared rolled his eyes, “Get out of here before someone else notices you’re here in duplicate.  I’ll grab Robin you and meet you in the parking lot.”

“Fine.  But don’t fuck me without me.” Jensen said giving Jared a peck and slipping away.

Jared took a deep breath and paused for a  second.  He wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating or if the world itself had just turned on its head, but getting all the Jensen’s in one place had to be the first step to solving this, right?

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Jensen Ackles let out a long yawn as he shuffled into his bedroom after yet another LONG night shoot.  He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his shirt, and pants.  Once he was down to his boxers he made his way to his bed, but stopped when he saw two outfits sprawled out on top of it.  He let out an annoyed huff.  "Jared?"  Jared Padalecki stuck his head out from the adjoining bathroom.  He was of course shirtless and a toothbrush was protruding from his mouth at the most adorable angle.  He stared at Jensen with an inquisitive puppy dog look, which as far as Jensen was concerned was a sure sign that he knew Jensen was about to give him a hard time.   “What exactly is the point of this?” Jensen asked.

“Oh, I just figured I’d give you some options,” Jared said in a voice of faux innocence. “You know, for tomorrow.”  Jared disappeared back into the bathroom.  There was a loud spitting sounds and the water shut off.

“In what universe is this an option?” Jensen grabbed the latex Catwoman suit that Jared had apparently rented and laid out on the bed, and pivoted towards the bathroom door.

Jared emerged barely supressing hia giggling,  “I mean I told you I was going to be Batman and you refused to be Robin so I thought-”  Jared sauntered over to his paramour, picked up the pair of cat ears that accompanied the costume, and daintily clipped the hairband to Jensen’s head.  “You might want to go as Catwoman.” 

Jensen glared at Jared.  The look was supposed to be intimidating but with cat ears it really read more as an adorable grumpy cat impression.  “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?  Threatening me with this is not going to make me suddenly agree to wear that.” Jensen nodded towards the second outfit on the bed, a Robin costume.

“Can’t you at least try it on before you flat out refuse? You will look SO good in these shorts,” Jared playfully picked up the bright green Robin booty shorts and twirled them around his finger.

Jensen folded up the catsuit that was still in his hands and placed it on his dresser.  He turned to face Jared.  “I’m Batman,” he declared sternly.

“We’ve been over this.  It would be weird if Robin was taller than Batman,” Sam glowered. “I swear I didn’t know that someone who is six one could have a Napoleon complex.”

“I don’t have a Napoleon complex.” Jensen said having closed the distance between him and Jared.  He grabbed the Catwoman whip, drew it taut in his hands, and slipped it behind Jared’s neck.  Locking eyes with the other man Jensen pulled Jared down into a kiss. “And don’t pretend you don’t love me reminding you who the Batman in this relationship is.”

Jensen was right.   Jared really loved how attractive Jensen was when he was in take charge mode.  However, part of him did have some very vivid fantasies about a more submissive Jensen.  Quite frankly Jared thought it was unfair he couldn’t have both at once, no matter how illogical that seemed. “I don’t know.  This whole cat thing is really working for me right now,”

“That definitely is NOT going to happen.” Jensen said flatly.  Removing the ears, Jensen resumed clearing off the bed.   “Besides, I don’t think I’m going to even going to need a costume.  There’s an emergency production meeting tomorrow.”

Jared shot Jensen a confused look as he pulled down the bed sheets. “No there’s not.”

“Not for you.  You’re not directing the episode,” Jensen replied placing the Robin costume down next to the Catwoman outfit.  “I already had to call tomorrow’s con and cancel last minute.”

“Boo,” Sam pouted from the bed. “Are you at least going to be able to make it to the company party after your meeting?”


Jensen shrugged.  “Probably not.  If we wrap up early enough and I can find a decent costume last minute then I’ll meet you there. ”  Jensen slid into his side of the bed and tossed an arm around Jared.  The other man didn’t relent.  Instead he let out an audible whimper.  Jensen sighed and placed another gentle peck on his man.  “What do you want me to say, Jar? I can’t be in three places at once.  I wish I had a couple clones I could send out to take my place, but I don’t.’”

“I know,” Jared sighed begrudgingly accepting the sad reality of a world with one Jensen.  He sank down into his pillow and shut his eyes, and Jensen quickly followed suit. A small gold coin sat on the boys’ nightstand.  Neither of them noticed as the coin began to glow a dull red.  It was a trinket a fan had handed Jared at a convention not too long ago.  He hadn’t thought much of it since then.  By the end of the next night he’d come to realize what a mistake that was.

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Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 3,217
Spoilers: none
Warning: This involves dub-con and rough sex.   A/B/O themes
Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction.  It is in no way representative of any of the men who are named in it, nor is it meant to imply anything about them.

*Jared POV*

Jared was surprised to find that when the morning came he was the first Alpha back on the scene.  He didn’t know why that sick, idiotic excuse for an Alpha Stephen had left but he was imminently glad.  He doubted he could put up with one second more of him.  He toyed with the idea of getting on stage and fucking with Jensen but opted instead to resume his seat and savor the feeling as the other Alphas broke him down for him.  Locking eyes from the audience, the two realized immediately this was some sort of competition, as was everything they’d done really.  There was a creak on the stage and Jensen looked back.  Jared smirked.  He won...again.

Jensen seemed shocked to see Jeff, but Jared wasn’t.  He had seen this before.  The washed up Alpha was wearing his leather outfit.  It did show off Jeff’s furry figure well.  The harness on his chest amplified the frame of a solid physique left over from his glory days  The chaps focused everyones attention in on his ass and the shiny piercing in his cock called everyone’s eyes there.  He’d even busted out the nipple piercings.  He stomped over to Jensen, taking the boy by the chin and pulling him into a deep kiss.   When it was done he gave a grunt of approval, a very rare grunt from him especially in these instances. “You are to call me Daddy,” Jeff said simply and sternly. “Is that understood?”

“Sure is, Daddy,” Jensen replied directing his gaze past Jeff and towards Jared.  Jared barely noticed.  He was busy thinking about the way his fathers dick leapt when Jensen called him ‘daddy.‘   Now that was a a true fantasy come true for Jeff, a son he was proud of.

Many would say they were surprised Jeff went all out.  Jared wasn’t.  His father had obsessed over the Omega for years.  He was not going to waste his one chance to fuck him without going all out.

Jared could still remember Jensen’s Harrowing.  He had just become an official tier one Beta and he was with his father and a handful of his trusted advisors as the new prospects were being trotted out.  The very second he laid eyes on Jensen Jeff proclaimed, “That one’s got an Alpha spirit.” Jared could hear the words in his head on rewind, and often did.  “I want him.  I need someone decent to take over when I’m too old.”  And everyone agreed.  Jared remembered the moment like knife in his gut.  It was bad enough his father thought so little of him, but to actually say a foot from his face.  It was then he realized how invisible he was to his father.  The rest of the process he fawned over Jensen promising him everything in the world while ignoring his own son.  And the damn fool had the audacity to say no!

When it first happened Jared was amused, it served Jeff right after all.  But then the boy turned down the other two offers.  He was foolhardy by historic measures and that seemed to only make Jeff redouble his interest.  He spent many uneasy nights stalking the Omega, sending Betas to spy on him.  He admired him sexually, and moreover he respected him in a way Jared never thought possible, for he had experienced nothing like it from his father.  “Am I your favorite, Daddy?” Jensen’s voice panted.

That pulled Jared back to the present.  He had missed most the action, which was more a blessing than anything else.  Jensen was face down, his head on the ground with his legs in the air.  Jeff was holding his ankles up by his own head while his cock slammed into Jensen’s ass.  He was letting out the kind of low carnal growl he always did when he was lost in a sexual stupor.  “You’ve always been my favorite,” he croaked seconds before his rutting came to a stop with a body shaking orgasm.  As Jeff lowered Jensen’s feet back to the ground his cock slid out and Jensen and the boy turned to face him.

“Sorry, Daddy.” Jensen smirked “Looks like you’re still stuck with the son you’ve got.”

“What?” Jeff looked confused as he came down from his high.

“Do you not remember what you say during sex?” Jensen laughed, doing so he reached over and tugged at one of Jeff’s nipple piercings playful.  Jeff looked enraged.  He smacked Jensen hard across the face.  It was sickeningly loud and Jared could practically feel the sting on his own cheek.  He laughed on the inside.  If Jensen wanted to play at being Jeff’s son he better get ALL that it entails.  The side of his father that so few people ever truly got to see.

“You watch your mouth, boy!” The man bellowed a fired burning in his eyes.  “You touch what you are told to touch.  You speak when I tell you to speak.  You are nothing.  I am your Alpha.”

Jensen was visibly taken aback, even he could not keep his smart ass veneer up in the face of one of Jeff’s polarizing switches. He tried his best though.  He spit out “But you’re not.  You’re not my Alpha and you never will be.”

That was a mistake.  You didn’t talk back to father, not if you were right or if you were wrong.  There was another crack along Jensen’s face.  “You need me to teach you your place?  Teach you how a man acts?” He had started in on a rant when the doctor rushed up.  He blurted out about how this type of beating was expressly forbid.  He pointed out that Jeff’s time was done and should exit the stage.  Jeff just swatted the Beta away and tried to return his temper to his target.  But it was too late both Chrises, Hemsworth and Evans, had rushed the stage.  Hemsworth swooped behind him and pulled his arms back to restrain him.  Evans tried to speak some sense into him and eventually he calmed down.  This would be a point of discussion for years to come.  News to most, but it was old hat to Jared.  Jeff had shifted back into logical mode felt embarrassed and went off away to where ever it was he went in such times.

In the meantime the doctor had checked up on the Omega, made sure he was fit.  He announced the breeding would presume and both Hemsworth and Evans remained on the stage.  As a whole those boys were real Alphas, cut from the same cloth.  Blonde haired, blue eyes mountains of men, it was commonly known that where one Chris went the other would follow.  They were mates, not officially of course.  That would require one give up their Alpha status and both had the good sense to know how awful an idea that would be.  Still they treated their packs as one, and had some sort of sexual relationship, the details of which remained unclear.

The Alpha pair made quick work of Jensen’s stupid banter.  They disrobed him and got him on his knees where he belonged.  The Alphas stood side by side, with and arm over each other’s shoulders as Jensen bobbed back and forth from one man’s dick to the other.  Once they were both fully hardened, Jensen began lapping his way up their supremely muscled torsos.  When he’d worked his way up the two blondes pulled Jensen into a long drawn out kiss.  Hemsworth gave Jensen a playful slap on the ass and then said, “Lay back on the bench.  We’ll be right over,”

As Jensen assumed his position, Alphas finished their passionate lip lock.  Evans ran his hand up Hemseworth’s chest and they exchanged smirks.  “You go first,” Hemsworth said a nod.  Evans made his way to the Omega’s ass and prepared his hole.  As he slid in to Jensen, Hemsworth made his way to the boys face and began fucking that slutty mouth of his.  After giving Jensen the spit roasting he deserved, Evans relented.  Hemsworth demanded the boy get up, and took a seat on the mating bench.  He ordered Jensen to ride him and the slut excelled at that like all things.  Straddling the mammoth he sent him into a bliss that couldn’t be described.  It was perhaps the only time in the encounter when Hemsworth forgot about Evans, Jensen bouncing on him while toying with his chest.  Jensen’s own cock had been hard as a rock throughout the encounter, a sign to Jared that he did in fact love being a little slut.  As his eyes drifted, Jared noticed Evans was lubing up his own cock rather generously.

*Jensen POV*

Jensen wasn’t sure what the precise point was when he gave up resisting in this encounter and just went with it, but he didn’t rightly care.  Alpha Hemsworth was wide as he was tall and he was Jensen’s only chance to ever play with a man this humungous, Jensen wouldn’t be surprised if he was the only man this size in the world.  Alpha Evans was no slouch either and being between them was undeniably titillating.  The pair of lover though harsh with a very Alpha sense about them had been respectful of him, and he would have to do this anyway.  So he enjoyed the sensation of being stuffed with Alpha cock while watching Hemsworth’s long gorgeous hair flowing in the wind as his sweaty pec pressed against Jensen’s own body.  Jensen had almost forgot all about Evans until he felt a hand on his shoulder.  “I was wondering where you got off to.” Jensen cooed without slowing his rhythm.

“No way in hell I’d walk out on this,” Evans replied before gently kissing the back of his neck.  Hemsworth’s hand fell on Jensen’s hips slowing him to a halt and Jensen took the cue and stopped.  “I feel I should warn you, I hear this next part can be quite painful at first.”

Jensen had no idea what Evans was talking about initially.  Hemsworth’s hand slid up from Jensen’s hips and around his back.  He pressured the Omega down until he was lying flatly on top, with Hemsworth’s ample dick still plugging his ass.  Because of the Alpha’s massive height Jensen didn’t quiet lie face to face with him, instead his chin rested on the man’s pectoral pillow as he looked up into the Alpha’s face. Then Jensen felt it.  He let out a soft yelp as one of Chris’s fingers slid in beside’s Hemsworth’s cock.  Everything clicked.  “You’re gonna double penetrate me,” Jensen gasped.

Jensen felt his hole body vibrate as the soft chuckle rose from the man beneath him.  “Yes, pup.  We decided if either of us were to claim you, we’d want a man of your caliber as no less than first Beta.  We are very selective with those positions, as this is what we require of our first Betas.” Hemsworth explained, his left hand gliding up Jensen’s side to comfort him.   His right hand found Jensen’s and he interlaced their fingers.  Jensen was able to stifle his gasp as the second finger slid in but he gave Hemsworth’s hand one hell of a squeeze.

“Just try and relax,” It was Evans voice behind him.  His left hand lay on Jensen’s back, rubbing back and fort to distract him from the growing discomfort in his ass.  “You see I love Chris.  He won’t let me top him, however, and I’d never let a man top me.  This id how we express our love.” 

Jensen’s ass swallowed Evans third finger and he knew that the time for preparation was done.  “Don’t think about the pain.  Think about something you want and focus all your energy on that and you’ll get the pleasure,” Hemsworth instructed.  Jensen took a deep breath and closed his eyes.  He let himself melt into the comfort of the man’s muscles and just stared at the handsome doctor.  He almost saw stars when Evans’ cock slipped in him.  It was like he was being torn apart from the inside.  Both Alpha’s cocks warring within him, cramming every inch of his being.  But he slowed his breathing and began to listen.  He listened to their grunts and moans.  He listened to the sheer adoration they seemed to have for each other.  He felt Chris leaning down on him so he could make out with his forbidden mate, Jensen’s own body the vessel that gave their love form.  Then he was able to focus on the pleasure.  He was able to let himself melt away, lost in the sea of muscle around him. not an active participant as much as a vessel for the two macho men to express what couldn’t be said.  He found himself coating Hemsworth’s chest in spunk.  That didn’t stop them though the love birds fucked away cooing and kissing until each had busted a nut in his ass.  Neither knotted, which may literally had put him out of commission forever.

*Misha POV*

For his life Misha could not think of a livelier fertility ceremony in history.  They’d had a DP, a bottoming Alpha and some fucked up daddy issues but THIS was the main event.  The DP had bought Jensen some time but after running through a town’s worth of Alpha’s it was Jared’s turn.  When the Mayor approached the Omega it was immediately intense and bizarre.  The tension was thick as was the desire.  Objectively both men were gorgeous and all through the oddly combative lip lock and foreplay it was clear they wanted each other, it was also cleary they’d never admit that.  Jared had Jensen face away from the crowd and then he entered him.  He fucked him hard and fast doggy style, but both boys summoned every ounce of power in  them not to let on that they were enjoying things.  “You want this don’t you?” Jared snarled as his hips collided with Jensen’s read.  “Say it!”

“I want this,” Jensen grumbled.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Misha’s heart skipped a beat as he felt Jensen’s eyes on him, staring into him, speaking to him and shouting “I want YOU to fuck me.  You understand?  I want YOU to fuck me,”

He was speaking to him.  Other times he felt like it.  But this time he was sure.  Misha blushed a new shade of red and as he did he saw a spark light in Jensen’s eye.  “I knew it,” Jared snarled the sweat dripping from his brow.”

“Then why don’t you?” Jensen growled. “Why don’t you fuck me?  I’m waiting for you to fuck me.”

“You snide ass,” Jared snapped.  The Alpha tried to speed up his pace.  He tried to slam into Jensen with more force but he was already giving it his all, if anything he began to slow down.

*Jared POV*

“Come on, your father fucked me harder than this.” The Omega squealed, maintaining his resistance even now.  “He fucked me faster.  THey all fucked me faster.  They all fucked me better.” Jensen continued to berate him.

They were lies.  Jared knew they were lies except they weren’t.  Jared had never met his father’s standards.  He was many things.  He was smart.  He was strong.  He was fast.  He was beautiful.  But never was he the smartest, the strongest, the fastest the most fair.  “I am ALPHA,” He roared even as his thrusts slowed and the slut brought him closer to climax.  “I am the best.”

“No, you are not.” Jensen panted.

“Shut up,” Jared screamed he pulled out of Jensen twisted him to stare in his defiant little eyes as he started fucking him again, this time facing him.  “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jared spat.

“Oh I don’t.” The infuriating beauty challenged.  “I see through you, Jared.  I see what you are.  And it’s amazing.  And it is perfect.  And it is second best.”

*Jensen POV*

“You take that back,” Jared snarled, his attempts to sound intimidating nearly crumbling into sobs.  The fury in his eyes so apparent now as pain.  His desperate slowing thrusts failing to convince anyone he was half the man he preached to be.

“I could but it wouldn’t make it less true,” Jensen said his voice sweet more than anything.   “You don’t have to be the best Jared, no one HAS to be the best.”

“Shut your mouth,” Jared’s voice cracked.  “That’s nonsense, Omega weakness.  nothing more.”

“I’m sorry,” Jensen said calmly.  “That no one saw it earlier.”

Jared was silent but he looked as if he could nearly cry.  Grabbing onto the boys shoulders pressed his lips to Jensen’s and let it all go.

From that point on everything was a blur for the rest of the night.  Seeing your enemy so wholly fall apart before your eyes could really shake up a person.  Jared had failed to knot as did the remaining Alpha’s who made their rounds at getting second cracks at him.  After the ceremonies were done for the night Colton stomped out to yell at him but Jensen stood firm in his resolve.

After the sun had set and the cold breeze set in he lay on the stage besides the doctor again letting out a sigh of relief.  “You really think you can do it?” Misha said looking over at him.  “Out last them all?”

Jensen sighed, “As long as I need to.”

“You know you’re really an amazing-” Misha began but something happened in that minute.  Something broken in Jensen and he gave in.  He grabbed the man and just started to make out with him.

“Fuck me.” Jensen demanded.

“But I’m a Beta! I shouldn’t.  I can’t!”

“I need you to,” Jensen insisted.

“I need to feel you inside me, Misha.  Every pair of lips I have kissedhave been your lips.  Every moan of pleasure has been from your touch.  You are what has helped me survive.  I look at you and I gain strength and confidence.  You are my rock and I am sick and fucking tired of imagining what it is like to be with you.”  Form that point words were pointless.  Jensen finally got what it meant to be a Beta.  It wasn’t submitting.  It wasn’t obeying.  It was knowing and trusting.  And he did trust this man.  He did some implicitly, correctly.

That night their bodies would meld into one.  Jensen ripped Misha’s clothes from his body and the doctor gave him no resistance.  The Omega rode him long and hard.  He kissed him.  And held him. And was lost within his eyes and soul and when they reached climax it had happened.  He knotted.

Misha’s eyes were wide with panic,  “They’ll know... oh God I’m not supposed to touch you.  I’m not an Alpha.”

Jensen smirked “You are now.” He pecked the panicky doctor on the mouth.  “You’ve knotted.  Your Alpha will either submit or have to leave the pack.”

A laugh escaped Misha’s mouth and he let his head drop until his forehead touched Jensen’s “Oh God... you’re right.”


“I’m always right,” Jensen smiled.  And the two would remain there melded as one in heart and body until morning when the town awoke to learn the news.

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Uncertain Disaster:0/A

Fandoms: Warehouse 13

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Ratings: R

Warnings: None yet

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Synopsis: When Pete goofs off a number of love related artifacts are scattered to the wind and the warehouse agents must recover them.
Optional Prompt: Cowboy hat

Previous Chapter: None

As far as Pete was concerned inventory day was not only the longest most boring day, but also the biggest waste.  Warehouse agents were the smartest, fastest, most skilled people in the world and once a year they were glorified stockroom workers.  The agents split into pairs and walked up and down the aisles of the warehouse making sure that all of it’s magical artifacts were exactly where they were supposed to be.  At the moment Pete and Claudia were working their way through the transportation artifact sector.  “Hey, Claud?” Pete called leaning in as he noticed something shining.  “Is this a nobel prize?”

“I think it is,” She replied.  As she glanced down at the inventory, Pete picked up the medal and absentmindedly tossed it up.  “It’s Heinsberg’s Nobel.  When it’s set into motion it changes its location at will.”

“Huh?” Pete replied as the medal was falling back down into his hand.  With a flash it disappeared before it reached his clutches.  “Where... did it go?”   From the other side of the room there was a loud startled yell and a flash.

“PETE!” Artie’s voice echoed.

“Claudia did it!” He shouted out.

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“How many times have I told you NOT to play with the artifacts?” Artie chastised.  The agents were gathered before him by the main directory computer.

“At least a hundred,” Pete muttered.

“At least!  And it was precisely so something like this wouldn’t happen.”  Artie grumbled.

“It’ll be alright,” Mika said “We just need to go out and recover the Nobel.”

“If only it were that simple,” Artie sighed “Heisenberg’s prize not only teleports itself but also anything it collides with while in motion.  Unfortunately it landed in the romance artifact ward and took three other artifacts with it.”

“Where did they go?” Jinks asked.

“We can’t be certain.” Artie replied. “But we need to get them back.”

“Well what’s the damage?” Claudia asked “It can’t be that bad, can it?”

“In addition to Heisenberg’s prize, we’ve also lost Alfred Kinsey’s scale, Love Potion Number 9, and Angus Macaskill’s gloves.” Artie replied, “They’re scattered around the country.”

“What’s the rundown on them?” Jinks asked.

“The scale is relatively harmless,” Artie explained “If a person shifts it’s position it will shift their sexual preferences.  The gloves could cause us some problems.  Macaskill was one of P.T. Barnum’s most famous strongmen and one of the largest men to ever walk this earth.  Putting on those gloves will lead a person to gain massive amounts of muscle in a very short time.  The real problem though is the love potion.  If that falls into the wrong hands we can have a real mess on our hands.  Anyone in position of the love potion becomes instantly irresistable.”

“Between the four of us we can have them all back by the end of the day, no matter where they wound up.” Mike reassured.

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The Bare Bones:0/C

Fandoms: Bones, Teen Wolf

Pairings: Booth/Brennan

Ratings: PG-13

Warnings: None

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Synopsis: Brennan is called in to handle a high profile case, but things take an unexpected turn when she insists that the remains aren’t quite human

Previous Chapter: None

Optional Prompt: Amulet

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The Bare Bones:0/C

Fandoms: Bones, Teen Wolf

Pairings: Booth/Brennan

Ratings: PG-13

Warnings: None

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Synopsis: Brennan is called in to handle a high profile case, but things take an unexpected turn when she insists that the remains aren’t quite human

Previous Chapter: None

Optional Prompt: Amulet

“I fail to see why it was necessary for us to rush all the way across the country,” Temperance Brennan proclaimed as she sloshed through the muddied forest.

“Because the local authorities think the remains they found may belong to the missing senator, and they need you to confirm the ID.” Booth replied as they schlepped over towards the crime scene.

“I am aware of the facts of the case Booth.  I simply don’t understand why they necessitate our presence here.  There must be a number of competent forensic anthropologist who reside much closer to this region, and are capable of doing a simple dental comparison.”

“He’s an important guy, Bones.  They want the best on the case and we’re the best.”

“Well technically I am the best.  You are an above average to excellent agent, but there are likely other investigators who are equal to if not beyond your abilities.” Brennan noted.

“You always know how to sweet talk a guy, Bones.”

“I was merely providing a truthful interpretation of your statement,” Brennan shrugged as the couple crossed under the police tape and approached the remains.

Booth let out a low sharp whistle.  “What the hell happened?  He take a shower in a tub of acid?”  Booth had seen a lot of weird, disgusting corpses in his day but this was one of the worst.  It was a man in suit, or at least it used to be, splayed out neatly in the woods.  All of the tissue had been burned clear off of the skull,  the rest of the figure seemed to be splashed here and there with acid, leaving scattered burns here and there about the rest of his body.

“This is not the senator,” Brennan declared less than a minute after setting her kit down.

“You can tell that already?” Booth asked.

“Well I assume the senator was human.  This body is not.” Brennan said simply.

“What do you mean it’s not human?” Booth said incredulously.  “What else could he be?”

“I don’t feel comfortable speculating on that, but this body is definitely not that of a human being.  The canines are far too numerous and far too pronounced.” She replied standing up.  “What led them to believe this may be the senator’s remains?”

“The Sheriff found his wallet near the body.” Booth replied.

“Well perhaps that was planted by the person who dumped the body.” Brennan suggested.

“You really seem to be glossing over this whole not human thing,” Booth pointed out.

“Once I examine it up close I am sure there will be a logical explanation for the nonhuman features. I’ll take this back to a local lab for a closer look you should speak to the person who found this wallet,” She suggested.

“Fine.  The body was found by a...” Booth looked down at the info he’d been given.  “Lydia Martin.  I’ll grab the Sheriff and we’ll see what she has to say.  Just do me a favor and don’t mention that whole not human thing to anyone until we get a better handle on this.”

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The Bare Bones:0/C

Fandoms: Bones, Teen Wolf

Pairings: Booth/Brennan

Ratings: PG-13

Warnings: None

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Synopsis: Brennan is called in to handle a high profile case, but things take an unexpected turn when she insists that the remains aren’t quite human

Previous Chapter: None

Optional Prompt: Amulet

“I fail to see why it was necessary for us to rush all the way across the country,” Temperance Brennan proclaimed as she sloshed through the muddied forest.

“Because the local authorities think the skeleton they found may belong to the missing senator and they need you to confirm the ID.” Booth replied as they schlepped over towards the crime scene.

“I am aware of the facts of the case Booth, I simply don’t understand why they necessitate our presence here.  There must be plenty of competent forensic anthropologist who reside much closer to this region, and are capable of doing a simple dental comparison.”

“He’s an important guy, Bones.  They want the best on the case and we’re the best.”

“That is not an entirely accurate assessment,” Brennan noted.  “I am the best.  You are more of an above average to excellent agent, but there are likely other investigators who are equal to if not beyond your abilities.”

“You always no how to sweet talk a guy, Bones.”

“I was merely providing a truthful interpretation of your statement,” Brennan shrugged as the couple crossed under the police tape and approached the remains.

Booth let out a low sharp whistle.  “My guess is someone is not a very big fan of dogs”  Booth had seen a lot of weird, disgusting corpses in his day but this was one of the worst.  It was a man in suit who had been completely mauled by some sort of animal.  His entire body was missing chunks from claws and bite marks.  Huge chunks of his face were missing all together exposing piece of the bone beneath

“This is not the senator,” Brennan declared less than a minute after setting her kit down.

“You can tell that already?” Booth asked.

“Well I assume the senator was human.  This body is not.” Brennan said simply.

“What do you mean it’s not human?” Booth said incredulously.  “What else could he be?”

“I don’t feel comfortable speculating on that, but this body is definitely not that of a human being.  The canines are far too numerous and far too pronounced.” She replied standing up.  “What led them to believe this may be the senator’s remains?”

“The Sheriff found his wallet near the body.” Booth replied.

“Well perhaps that was planted by the person who dumped the body.” Brennan suggested.

“You really seem to be glossing over this whole not human thing,” Booth pointed out.

“I just trust the evidence.  I’ll take this back to a local lab for a closer look you should speak to witnesses,” She suggest.

“Fine the body was found by a,” Booth looked down at the info he’d been given.  “Lydia Martin.  I’ll grab the Sheriff and we’ll see what she has to say.  Just do me a favor and don’t mention that whole not human thing to anyone until we get a better handle on this.”

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