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Laughing Lady ([personal profile] nilchance) wrote2008-11-04 02:55 pm
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FIC: If Bird or Devil (2/2)

Title: If Bird or Devil (2/2)
Authors: [livejournal.com profile] nilchance
Rating: Adult
Pairing: JDM/Misha Collins, JDM/JA
A/N: In which Jeff is a professional dom, Misha is his boy, and Jensen is a catalyst. Mythological themes.



No one knew who had taken her home. No one had heard her struggle. She was a stranger in town, and though after the fact many people claimed to know her, that night no one had missed her. She would have waited much longer to be found if it hadn't been a motel. A cleaning woman came in to retrieve towels; it was no nobler a rescue than that.

The carpet was thick with blood. Investigators coming into the scene later would be driven out, gagging, by the smell of iron and other things. There was no dignity in her death. The murderer had not left her any. Her organs dragged on the floor and released their hidden messes, piled around her bare feet. Her spine lay naked to the light, the skin peeled away from her back and arranged in a mockery of curling, leathery wings. She hid her face as if in sorrow, her palms nailed to her cheeks, but she had no secrets now. She would have fewer when the press came and flayed her life from the bone, looking for dire warnings to deliver on the 11 o'clock news.

There were no notes, no fingerprints, no boastful letters delivered to the police addressed from hell. There was only a woman dead in a motel, her face buried in her hands.


******
The loft's in the old warehouse district, artistic types in their pricey lofts crowded next to rough men who've lived there forever. Jeff half-expects Jensen to balk at how distant their house seems, but Jensen relaxes more as they get farther out. It's a quiet drive, the rain sluicing down in winds that drove it slanting across the headlight beams.

You could give him a lecture now, whispers Jeff's conscience. You're not taking him home to hold his hand and lend him books.

"Jensen." Jeff's voice comes out rough, the top voice. He clears his throat. "You new in town?"

"Yes." Jensen is crisp, still staring out the window. He has one hand on the door handle, like he might throw himself into traffic at any time. "I'm in town on business. From Dallas."

It sounds like a rehearsed speech. Jeff glances at Jensen, whose expression reveals nothing, and then back at the road. "I'm from Seattle, myself. You miss home?"

For a long few seconds, Jeff doesn't think Jensen will answer. Then, in a voice softer than his stiff body, Jensen murmurs, "Sometimes."

There's a story in that one word, a vulnerability Jeff doubts Jensen realizes.

"You're new to the scene," Jeff says.

Something shifts in Jensen. He doesn't turn, but Jeff can feel Jensen watching him from the corner of his eyes. Jeff thinks of a cornered stray, crouched down and ready to bite. "I am. You teach new subs."

With a nod, Jeff forces his attention back to the road. "What you did tonight, with Scott... did you have a safeword?"

Jensen lets go of the door handle and turns his body towards Jeff. Jensen drawls, "I'm not with Scott anymore."

"I noticed that," Jeff says dryly, "but--"

Jensen reaches his hand out, resting it on Jeff's thigh. His nails catch on the denim of Jeff's jeans, the upholstery squeaking as Jensen leans his body into Jeff's side. His scent rolls over Jeff, soap and sweat and something beneath it, a tang of metal. "You worry too much," Jensen whispers, and drags his blunt nails up Jeff's thigh.

Jeff hisses, his head falling back against the rest. Jensen did it again, harder, his fingers digging bruises before reaching the inseam of Jeff's jeans and cupping...

"Is it because of her?" Jensen's voice rubs along Jeff's nerves like a cat, circling, hell on his balance. His fingers play a wicked game. "The one who died. That murder. Rachel something?"

Jeff's fingers tighten on the wheel. "Renee."

"Renee," Jensen sighs. "Right. The one who died. All carved up. He nailed her hands to her face, did you know? Made her look like she was praying--"

The neighborhood's quiet, most of the workers gone and the residents in for the night. Jeff would like to think that he remembers that before he brakes in the middle of the road. He grabs Jensen's wrist with a practiced hand, digging his thumb between the bones. Up close, he can see a spatter of freckles across Jensen's cheekbones and the dark circles beneath his eyes.

"Careful," Jeff says, biting off the word.

Jensen's eyes burn with fever, brighter than before. "She came to you for help. So you took her money, and you fucked her--"

"Shut up," Jeff snarls.

"-- and you hurt her. You carved her up. So fuck your safewords." Jensen doesn't seem to feel the pain of Jeff's fingers digging into his arm. He's somewhere else, beyond pain, radiating fury. "They kept her body for months. We didn't have anything to bury. She was, she--"

A chill slips up Jeff's spine. "Who are you?"

One blink, one breath, is all it takes before Jeff has a knife at his throat. Jensen's nearly on his lap, pressing the blade's edge so hard into Jeff's throat that it's a struggle to breathe.

"She was pregnant," Jensen says. So eerily, deadly calm. "My girl was pregnant, and you killed her."

Jeff's head throbs, heavy with air loss and adrenaline. He thinks of Misha, of Bisou waiting at home to be fed, of his mother. He thinks of Renee, the shy pretty client who crept across his lap and wept when he told her she was forgiven. Of what the murderer left of her, strung up and flayed, a parody of an angel. Jensen's wrist lays in his hand; Jeff could break it, he could hurt him.

"I didn't kill her," Jeff says. It hurts to talk; he feels wetness slide down to his chest, smells the copper of blood.

"Liar," Jensen murmurs, voice dead.

"No," Jeff says. His eyes burn, but he's afraid to blink. Afraid to break the trembling connection between them. "Believe me. I didn't kill her."

Jensen inhales, a deep breath after nearly drowning, and starts to speak, when something crashes into Jeff's windshield. There's a whipcrack sound, a flurry of dark wings, a lurid blossom of blood on his windshield. Then the chaos dies into abrupt silence.

Through the spiderweb of broken glass, Jeff can see the crumpled body of a raven on the hood of his car.

Jensen stares at it, breathing shallow. "No," he whispers harshly, then wrenches away from Jeff. Jeff catches a glimpse of the knife, its bone handle and slick blade, before it's hidden again in the folds of Jensen's jacket. Jensen twists in his seat, going to open the car door, and Jeff realizes: he's going to run. He's going to disappear.

Every goddamn night, Jeff wonders who killed Renee. He's haunted by her ghost.

The door opens, bringing in the damp chill of the night. Jeff grabs Jensen's arm and jerks him to a stop. Jensen's head whips around and he looks hard at Jeff, disbelieving. Jeff can't quite believe this himself.

"I didn't kill her," Jeff repeats. "But--"

"I know." Tugging against Jeff's grip, Jensen says, "Let go of me."

"-- but this isn't the way to find who did. You won't find her killer at Fringe. There are other places, but you won't get in by yourself." Jensen's heartbeat flutters under Jeff's hand. Jeff rubs his thumb over the pulse point, and feels Jensen shiver. How long has it been since he's been touched without it hurting? "Let me help you."

Eyes narrowing, Jensen asks, "Why would you?"

"Renee was a good woman."

The grief stirs behind Jensen's expression, raw, consuming. It'd have to be, to drive a man to this. He'd have let Scott cut him up, fuck him; he'd do anything just to make it stop. Then the vulnerability's gone, replaced by the flat calm mask. "Yes," Jensen says. "Better than me."

The cut on Jeff's throat throbs and stings. Slow, easy, Jeff shifts his grip to better pull Jensen back into the car. "I can help you. Just come with me and--"

Jensen wrenches loose and is gone, like he was never there. Jeff can't see where he went, no trace of him in among the studios and the warehouses.

"Fuck," Jeff says with great feeling, then reaches out and pulls the door closed.

As he drives home, watching the shadows for Jensen, the rain slowly washes the blood away.

[identity profile] hederahelix.livejournal.com 2008-11-04 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm at work, so this will be brief.

This was excellent, and I want to go home and slowly reread both parts to soak it all in.

Also, there will be a sequel, right? Right? Pretty please.
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[identity profile] ysbail.livejournal.com 2008-11-04 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
*asks meekly*

Will there be more?
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[personal profile] meredevachon 2008-11-04 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
You know you're not going to just leave it there, right? 'Cause that would be cruel. ;)
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[identity profile] spae.livejournal.com 2008-11-04 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
So very mean, to leave this there ... poor Jeff not getting any Jen, when Jensen could be an awesome sub, though probably not with all his baggage.

I am wondering if Jensen's some sort of psychic :\

[identity profile] ixchel55.livejournal.com 2008-11-04 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh...wow?

That was pretty damn intense and completely disturbing in a totally fascinating way.
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[identity profile] cream-fudge.livejournal.com 2008-11-04 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
This is absolutely amazing!

Oh, I can't wait for more! :)

[identity profile] kimannebb.livejournal.com 2008-11-04 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow. This was powerful. What a way to set up a storyline. Nice choice of having Jensen trying to find the killer, and at such expense to himself. I would love to see a sequel, where Misha comes home and Jeff explains what happened. At this point it's not just about finding Renee's killer but protecting Jensen from his choices - which will most likely leave him nothing of himself.

Awesome story. :)

[identity profile] idiot4dean.livejournal.com 2008-11-04 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I agree with the other comments. We need a sequel. What happens next?

Good story.

[identity profile] metralha.livejournal.com 2008-11-04 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I certainly wasn't expecting that. More plot, it's great! Please can we have a sequel? I want to know more about this.
Thanks for the great chapter! =)

[identity profile] gypsy-atavari.livejournal.com 2008-11-04 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Incredible. The atmosphere is so stark. I can feel Jensen teetering towards the edge of madness-- his hopelessness so compelling.

I echo the others and hope fervently that there is more. :)

[identity profile] realpestilence.livejournal.com 2008-11-04 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
And ok, with this chapter, you completely altered some of my perceptions from the first one! It's no longer a hot, tutelary dom/sub fic...it reminds me of some dark and gritty modern film noir, Chandler meets Seven. Have you ever seen the movie, 8MM, by the same team as made Seven? It's heart-breaking and extremely well-acted, with Nicolas Cage and Joaquin Phoenix...and hey, not another book rec! \o/

But my nerves are still getting an odd vibe from Misha's request. Is that usual, asking your dom lover to pick up a guy and have sex with him "the way we do", when you're away?

I hope Jeff finds Jensen again, or Jensen comes to him, like a stray looking for home...because Jeff could be really good for him, and I'm betting the time invested would pay off like hell. *nods vigorously*

Jeff gave Renee "forgiveness". How much of that was role-playing, and how much was some burden she might have had? She was pregnant-was it wanted? Is Jensen seeking revenge because he loved her and is mourning, or feeling guilty for some reason? *speculates wildly*

Your fics make me spin with the possibilities.


Ah-Bladerunner! That's the other one I was thinking of-that kind of cinematography...:)
Edited 2008-11-04 23:52 (UTC)

[identity profile] qwertypoiuq.livejournal.com 2008-11-05 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
SO not what I was expecting with this chapter - very sneaky! I'm even more intrigued now, and desperate to see more!

[identity profile] eviljy.livejournal.com 2008-11-05 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
OMG! This is... too good in too many ways for me to express properly how awesome it really, really is. (I fail at life AND feedback *sad face*)

But damn that was the least likely development I expected after the first part and I LOVE IT! To pieces.

Please, I'm begging you, on my knees, with cookies (and sexual favours too if you weren't married already) to please don't leave us with just those juice hints of more lurking in the shadows you dropped all over this little piece of art and torture.

[identity profile] lomer.livejournal.com 2008-11-05 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
You know in an odd way this reminds me of Orpheus and Eurydice (but then again, that's my favorite Greek myth so EVERYTHING reminds me of it.) It's because Jensen's grief is all consuming. There is no beginning or end to it. He simply wants her BACK and if he can't have her back, he wants to ease the pain in whatever way he can... by hurting himself, or by hurting whoever did it to her. He's Orpheus who willingly decends to the underworld to ask impossible things and beg for her back.

[identity profile] atypia.livejournal.com 2008-11-05 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
That was awesome. And that first section was fantastically disturbing.

Your writing continues to impress me further and further.

[identity profile] niccy07.livejournal.com 2008-11-05 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Your stories have a way of becoming more than they seem. I love it! I love that this has a dark dream-like quality to it. The samll details just pull this scene together wonderfully.

Will you be writing more of this?
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[personal profile] fufaraw 2008-11-05 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
More. More please.

[identity profile] zelda-zee.livejournal.com 2008-11-05 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. This did not go where I expected it to at all, but it was a fascinating story nonetheless.

But is it really finished? I'm not convinced it is. ;)

[identity profile] ladykatiewench.livejournal.com 2008-11-05 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Well...holy moly! That was amazing. I love how in just two short chapters, you've once again created an entire world. And durnit, I wanna know more! It's just that good! Wow.
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[personal profile] embroiderama 2008-11-05 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh my GOD! I just caught up on the first two parts of this, and it's just massively hot and incredibly intriguing. *whimpers*

[identity profile] iwwfw.livejournal.com 2008-11-06 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Sweet mother of god, you have just completely blown my mind. I think my eyes are as wide as saucers, as wide as Misha's. What have you done here? This is like nothing else I've read before. Sheer awesomeness.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/amy_star_/ 2008-11-06 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
I just had to stop, take a shaky breath, and go, "Whoa."

I- I don't know what else to say.

[identity profile] spazzer-mctwich.livejournal.com 2008-11-08 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
wow....that was intince. i really can't wait for more from this verse.

[identity profile] realpestilence.livejournal.com 2009-02-03 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
I'm trying not to let the fact I've read all the chapters so far influence what I see, re-reading...but I'm wondering if the raven was some kind of sacrifice by a..."power", an entity, to communicate in a way that Jensen would believe? It's odd for that to happen right *then*, just when Jensen needed to be convinced...
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[identity profile] azdaja-dafema.livejournal.com 2009-10-18 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
This is being resolved, right? It's absolutely fascinating as a premise and you've completely hooked me. Brilliant writing style.
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[personal profile] auroramama 2010-09-08 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Whew! Well, that story isn't letting go of me any time soon. How did I not know about this?

It's easy to believe that something as beautiful, reckless, and dangerous as Jensen is something a little more than human. Either way, hooks set, tension on the line.

[identity profile] aerynsun5.livejournal.com 2011-03-13 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I just read Dry at Sea, and had to go back and start at the beginning. Now, I'll have to read all the episodes, and I know I won't get anything else done until I do. This is great, and I'm hooked. Damn!