Fandom: RPS (Supernatural with added Buffy, Angel, SGA, STNG, LoTR and others)
Title: In Noble Pursuit, Part 12 (Sequel to In Service - Links to Chapters
Pairing/Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Jason Momoa, Jeffery Dean Morgan, Chris Kane, Eliza Dushku, Ian McKellen, OCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3576
Summary: Morning sex, the return of James Stewart, good news and bad news, triumph and tragedy...and just maybe Darren gets pushed a little too far.

A/Ns & Warnings: Ummm...yeah totally AU. It all began as light, fluffy slave!crack (oh, be quiet...it did). I take great liberties with the families of the celebrities I...um...use...creating siblings, erasing siblings, aging and de-aging siblings...pretty much doing anything I want. Um...and just about anyone is game. All of that remains true...however...somewhere along the line it got serious and seriously dark (hush!) -- current warnings include brief, but not graphic, implied non-con and fairly bloody violence





Jensen drifted up from sleep, aware that the room was warm, and Jared’s body warmer. They had talked long after they had come upstairs and there had been snuggling and slow, tender love making. They had fallen asleep wrapped up in one another, Jensen spooned around Jared’s back, his cock still held between Jared’s cheeks.

That cock was hard now, aching with want. There had been no nightmares, only sweet dreams of Jared and a beach that went on for days, sun and surf and nothing else.

Jensen shifted and Jared moaned holding on to Jensen’s hand to keep him from moving. Jared’s ass wiggled and Jensen gasped as his cock was squeezed. Jared wiggled his ass again, enough that Jensen’s cock was pressed against his hole. Jared’s hand snaked up over Jensen’s arm, onto his hip, encouraging him with a sleepy, breathy moan.

As Jensen’s cock entered him, Jared rolled forward, bringing Jensen with him, so that Jensen was half on top of him. His ass wiggled again, pushed back, all but begging Jensen to move. Jensen waited, held deep inside Jared, then slowly moved his hips, not really pulling out, just moving. Jared’s moan was deep and guttural as Jensen’s cock pressed against his prostate.

“Jen…” Jared’s voice was sleepy and needy and Jensen grinned into his back as he settled into a slow pace of tiny thrust-like movements, each one pressing into Jared’s core and eliciting long, low groans of pleasure. Jensen’s let the hand that was held to Jared’s stomach drift slowly south, to wrap around his cock, his stroke slow and gentle. Jared curled inward, his one hand joining Jensen’s and together they stroked him until Jared was whimpering and coming, spilling over his thigh and their hands.

Jensen rolled his hips, coming himself in the confined heat of Jared’s ass before slipping out and rolling on to his back. Jared rolled over to face him, his eyes sparkling, his mouth curved up in a goofy smile. “Morning.” Jared kissed him on the cheek.

“Morning.”

“We should have breakfast in bed.” Jared said, snuggling into Jensen’s side. “And stay here all day long.”

Jensen chuckled. “Don’t you have classes? New science tutor?”

“We can explore our chemistry.” Jared said, grinning.

“Chemistry, huh?” Jensen kissed the end of his nose. “While I would love that, I have work to get done.”

Jared rolled his eyes and nodded. “I know. But it would be fun.”

Jared sat up and put his feet on the floor. “I stink.” He crinkled his face up as he stood. “I’m gonna shower.”

Jensen watched him go, padding across the floor into the bathroom. He had to wonder what Jared would do next to amaze him.



Darren stood looking at himself in the mirror. He didn’t like what he saw. He was timid, afraid.

Of course, a part of him justified the fear. He knew his half brothers well enough to know they were never going to let him be, and he had been shot at repeatedly. He lifted his shirt and ran a hand over the bandage. It was a miracle only one of them had hit him, the way the bullets were flying.

Jeff said the apartment was ready for them to return. Jeff, who had left him in the hotel room alone.

He exhaled slowly and tried to remind himself that his father and brothers were thousands of miles away. He was safe. He was fine. He dropped his shirt and grabbed the last of the toiletries to put in his bag. He had the new key to the apartment. He wanted to surprise Jeff; go home, get groceries in the house, have a nice meal waiting for him.

He took a look around the room to make sure he didn’t forget anything. His eyes fell on a white envelope by the door. His heart raced. Silly, he told himself. It was just the final bill. Nothing to be afraid of.

He lifted the envelope, his heart pounding, and opened it. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was, indeed, the final bill. He was paranoid. He’d been trapped in a haze of self-pity and fear and it was time to put that behind him.

He checked over the bill, made sure it was accurate, then dropped it on the table so he could finish packing. Jeff had taken all his stuff that morning when he’d left for work. Darren tucked the last of his clothes into his bag and zipped it up. He slung it over his shoulder and grabbed the bill.

One last look and he opened the door, stepping out into the hallway, only to feel hands around his arms and a body forcing him back into the room.

“Hello Darren.”

Panic rushed in. He knew that voice, those hands. He was pushed face first onto the bed, his bag ripped away. He tried to look, but a fist crashed into his face. He crawled up the bed, his hands fisting in the bedspread to get away from those hands.

“What? You aren’t happy to see us?”

Us. Darren rolled over, his face frozen in terror as he realized the door was closed and at the end of the bed Robert and James stood, arms crossed. The smiles on their faces were terrifying.

“Dad sent us. He’s concerned about you.” Robert said, moving now around the side of the bed.

James moved to the other side, boxing him in. “Said we should show you his concern.” James laughed and Darren felt the color drain from his face.

“I-I have people who…who will know if I go missing.” Darren said, trying to inch back down the bed.

“Missing?” James asked, looking up at Robert. “What are you talking about Darren? We’re just here to show our little brother how much we missed him.”

Darren got his feet on the floor, but Robert caught him, pulling an arm up behind his back and turning him to face James. Darren tried not to react as James touched him, his hand running down Darren’s body as he stepped in too close, his face so close Darren could taste his breath.

“Want to show little brother how much we missed him, Robert?” James asked, his eyes on Darren’s. His hands dropped to Darren’s waistband, fingering his zipper as Darren stiffened.

“You can’t.” Darren whispered.

James smiled slowly. “Can. Daddy gave you to me.” He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and held it up for Darren to see.

“He can’t do that. I’m an adult.”

Robert pulled harder on his arm. “You were born of his Servant, that makes you his property until he releases you.” Robert said. “Or gives you away.”

“James, please—“

James slapped him hard across his face, making his head snap to the side. “You will call me ‘my Lord’ or ‘Master’, Servant.”

There were tears in his eyes, and his heart hammered in his chest as James unzipped him and yanked his pants down. He’d threatened, ever since Darren was fourteen, to do just this. Darren knew what would happen. James had laid it out for him enough times.

He would strip Darren down and fuck him. He would beat him and fuck him again. The presence of Robert with him probably meant Robert would get a turn too. Darren closed his eyes and let his body go limp.

There was no point in fighting.



Jensen headed into his office, trailing his usual entourage of security, and paused at Andrew’s desk. Andrew handed him a stack of messages almost an inch think. Jensen looked at them, then at Andrew, who shrugged.

“It’s been a busy morning.”

Jensen nodded, shuffling through the little pink papers until a name leaped out at him. He held it up to Andrew. “When did he call?”

Andrew squinted at the paper. “About ten minutes ago.”

“Hold my calls. And get Harold up here.” Jensen went into his office, closing the door and reaching for the phone before he was even around his desk. He dialed the number on the message, holding his breath as a woman’s voice answered.

“Ah, yes. This is Lord Jensen Ackles, for Lord McKellen. I’m returning his call.”

He held his breath as she put him on hold. He hadn’t expected the call to come so soon. It could mean McKellen was unhappy, that he was pulling his advertising…or it could mean—“

“Jensen, good morning.”

“Good morning, my Lord.” Jensen though he sounded happy.

“I am glad you caught me, I’m on my way out the door to catch a plane to Chicago. I wanted the chance to congratulate you.”

“Sir?”

“I was impressed last night, young man. You kept your word.”

Jensen breathed out slowly. “Yes sir. I did.”

“My director of marketing will be calling your marketing department today to discuss our current strategies and what new campaigns we might be interested in.”

Jensen sat, his heart skipping. “Thank you sir. Thank you very much.”

“You keep up the good work.”

“I will sir, thank you.”

“Oh, and Jensen, I’ll be sending along a more formal RSVP in a day or two, but thank your husband for the invitation to the fundraiser. I am happy to donate something for the auction.”

“Jared will be pleased, my Lord.”

“He’s a remarkable young man. I look forward to meeting him.” There were murmured voices in the background. “I must go, my car is here. I’ll see you soon.”

Jensen stared at the phone for a long minute after McKellen hung up. When he finally hung up the receiver, Jensen let out a whoop of victory. There was a knock on the door and Harold poked his head in.

“Everything okay, my Lord?”

Jensen smiled and waved him in. “I think, Harold, we finally turned a corner. You should be expecting a phone call sometime today from the marketing director for McKellen Industries.”

“Seriously?”

Jensen nodded. “And, once we have McKellen, others will come. We can leverage his support to reel in the other big car names. From them, we can leverage into lending and banking.”

He breathed out and tried to be calm. “We need to make sure that the rest of the series goes without a hitch. I need to talk to Alyson. And Jeff.” He rubbed at his forehead.

“I better get back to my office then. Wouldn’t want to miss that call.”

Jensen nodded and watched him go. The last weeks had been hard, depressing. Jensen had almost not believed they could win. Now…now everything was different.



Eliza watched Joshua fuss with his tie in the mirror on the door of the bathroom. He wasn’t healthy, but he was standing on his own. That was something. He was also determined, more so than she’d ever seen him. He had a private meeting with a judge in an hour to determine if the deal he’d cut would stand, and if he’d be allowed to testify at the trial the next day.

They’d pulled a lot of strings to get Marcus Amberson’s trial moved up, to get Joshua into court before while the fact that he was still alive was held by only a few…though the video Jensen had gotten seemed to indicate that it was more common knowledge than they liked.

“You ready for this?” Eliza asked.

His green eyes met hers in the mirror. He was pale, tense. He turned. “Honestly? I’d be better if Jensen or my father were here.”

“Your father thinks you’re dead.” Eliza said. “He won’t know the truth until you testify…and even then, we’re going to be keeping you under tight wraps.”

“How do you plan on getting me into the court room without being seen?”

She smiled at him and fished in the bag on the bed. “You wanna be Ronald Reagan or Bill Clinton?” She held up two vinyl masks.

Joshua shook his head. “What?”

“You’ll wear one, an agent who matches your height and build will wear the other. You’re both wearing the same suit, so…”

“So anyone trying to make a hit gets a fifty/fifty chance…unless they just take us both out. Great.”



Darren groaned and curled into a tighter ball. For the moment he was alone. Robert and James were across the room. He lay on the floor in the corner, naked, bleeding.

His body was screaming at him, and the worst was yet to come. He’d passed out with Robert inside him. There were bruises on his chest and shoulders, his face hurt. He saw what his father did to Jensen. That would be mild compared to what these two would do to him. He whimpered and tried to make himself small.

All his life he’d known it would come to this. That he would die at James’ hands. He’d never see his mother again. Never get to thank Jeff for everything. He was going to die, naked and alone on the floor of a hotel room. Covered in blood and come, like some used up Servant who was just of no more use.

He heard footsteps and kept his eyes closed, hoped they would think he was till out, still unconscious. There was a kick to his ass. “Come on Darren, we know you’re faking.”

Darren opened one eye. James was leaning over him. “Get up.”

He sat slowly, his head ringing. Robert was holding a pair of brown shorts. “These are probably too small for you. They were your mothers.” He threw them at Darren, hitting him in the face. “Put them on.”



“I hear your apartment is repaired.” Jensen said, leaning on Jeff’s door.

Jeff nodded. “Yeah. Darren’s headed back there. The FBI set up cameras. For all the good that will do.”

“You sure you want to go back there?”

Jeff looked at him, his face unreadable. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked worn, tired. Jensen supposed they all did. “No. But what choice do I have?”

Jensen shrugged. “They do seem to be able to get to us, no matter where we are, don’t they?” He moved into Jeff’s office and sank into a chair. “It’s like they know us better than we do.”

Jeff made a face. “Well, the nobility does have a notoriously long arm, Jensen. You should know that.”

Jensen nodded. “I do. And if my father were speaking to me, I’d probably use it myself to roust a few folks.”

“He still blaming you for Joshua?”

“My mother is, and my father knows better than to cross her. It will end as soon as she finds out he’s alive. Then she’ll blame me for lying to her. Eventually she’ll get over it.”

Jeff closed the folder in front of him. “You come for last night’s ratings?”

Jensen closed his eyes and nodded. “Yeah. Do I want to know?”

“Yeah, you do.” Jeff shifted things around on his desk. “Eighty percent.”

Jensen opened his eyes and looked at him. “Eighty percent of what?”

“Everything. Eighty percent of all televisions turned on last night were tuned to ABN. It’s unheard of.”

Jensen sat up. “Really?”

Jeff was grinning. “Really.”

“This is turning out to be a pretty awesome day. Want to grab some lunch?”

Jeff grunted and shook his head. “Alyson is bringing sandwiches from the deli down the street.”

Jensen raised an eyebrow. “You and Alyson are really spending a lot of time together.”

Jeff sat back and looked at him. “Jealous?”

Jensen chuckled. “It looks good on you Jeff.” He stood and headed for the door. “Jared wants to have a little dinner party on Friday. You and Alyson, Chris and Eliza, you in?”

“I’ll check with Alyson, but it sounds good.”



Jared stood and stretched out a hand to Bart Menken. “The Friends of ABN thanks you, Mr. Menken. Your services are most appreciated.”

Menken smiled and shook Jared’s hand. “The pleasure is mine, my Lord. I am pleased that I will be able to help in some small way. I used to work for ABN, I knew some of those people.”

Jared nodded. “Well, it does feel good to be able to help.” He was relieved that they finally had a reputable accountant. One who came with recommendations from other charities and a clean background.

“My Lord?” Jared looked up and Jason. “Your next meeting is ready.” He inclined his head toward the kitchen.

“Yes, thank you. So, Mr. Menken, we’ll meet on Thursday to go over the books?”

“Very good. Thank you.”

“Jason, if you’d be so kind as to escort Mr. Menken to the door.” Jared excused himself and went around the back way into the kitchen. It had been a busy day, with the new science tutor and meetings for the charity. He still had caterers to meet. He stopped in the door way of the kitchen.

“Chris?”

Chris turned, smiled. “Yeah.”

“You made an appointment to see me?” Jared frowned at him. “You don’t need an appointment to see me.”

He chuckled. “These days I do. You’re a busy man.”

“You’re Jensen’s friend. I’ll always see you.”

“Well, this is business.” Chris said, beckoning him closer.

“Business?”

Chris nodded. “Yep. I want to talk to you about a job.”

Jared frowned a little harder. “I don’t have time for a job, not to mention skills.”

Chris laughed. “Not you, me.”

“You? You want me to give you a job?”

Chris sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Well, I’m feeling a little left out, to be honest. Lisa’s gone home, ‘Liza’s busy. I don’t know anything about television. But I know gigs. Been working them since I was fifteen. I know musicians and what people want.”

“What is it you’re asking me?” Jared leaned against the counter and watched Chris pace.

“You need someone to handle entertainment for your shindig. I want to do it.”

“It doesn’t pay.”

“That’s why I’m freeloading off you and your husband.” Chris said with a smile.

Jared smiled and nodded. “Then you’re in.”



“I’m going for food.” Robert said, zipping up his pants and pushing Darren back into the corner.

James looked up and nodded. “Just none of those crappy burgers.”

“Maybe I’ll swing by Margot’s and pick up a few friends to come play with us.”

James smiled wickedly. “I’ll bet our boy would love that. You want some playmates, Servant?”

Darren turned his face into the corner. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed. Eventually Jeff would go home and he’d wonder why Darren wasn’t there. Maybe he’d come looking. It was slim hope, but it was hope.

“Hey, I’m talking to you.” James kicked him in the thigh. “Come over here. On your knees.”

Darren dragged himself up onto his knees and moved out of the corner. He stopped when James grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back. There was a click and James held up his knife, turning it back and forth as he brought it closer. “Want to do some finger painting, Servant?”

Maybe he would cut too deep and it would be over. Darren closed his eyes and held himself still, praying his hand would slip. He didn’t breath as the blade sliced into his arm. Blood spilled down over his skin and James used his hand to spread it, drawing over Darren’s bare chest.

James was laughing. A phone rang and James walked away. Darren opened his eyes. James had set the bloody knife down on the table. He was talking on his cell phone. “Hold on. The reception here sucks.”

Darren watched him open the door and step outside. His eyes flashed to the knife. It dripped blood from the blade onto the table. His blood. It was red and thick. He looked down at his left arm that was still oozing blood. Then back to the knife, then the door.

In slow motion, his hand moved up…up to the edge of the table…closed over the hilt of the knife. It felt strange in his hand. Not quite real. He held it up to the light, watching his blood paint the blade.

The door opened. James stared at him for a minute, then stepped into the room and closed the door. “What do you think you’re doing, Servant?”

Darren’s eyes flashed to his half-brother…his life-long tormentor…the man who had raped him and beat him…just as he’d always promised he would. He could hear his own harsh breathing, could feel his body moving, climbing to his feet.

“Put the knife down before I do more than take a few ounces of blood.”

There was something new in his eyes. Fear. Darren smiled then. His hand felt hot. They both looked down to the flow of red covering his hand. James’ face drained of color, as if it was all flowing out of his stomach with his blood.

Darren stepped back and watched James sink slowly to the floor. “Want to finger paint?” he asked as he squatted next to James. He pressed his bloody hand to James’ face, marking him. “Pretty.” He cocked his head and watched James’ eyes track the movement of the blade. He sliced across his face, down from his forehead onto his cheek. “Not so pretty.”

“Darren…you sick fuck. Robert’s going to kill you…” James reached for him, but Darren pulled away, shaking his head.

“Not if I kill him first.”