* He works late into the night and finally, all is ready. He has the humanoid mixture of cells and plasma floating in a pool of warm saline, electrodes hooked up to the gelatinous bulbs that protrude where limbs will appear and another on the enlarged nub where his lover’s handsome head will grow.
*
Jensen bites at his lip, uncertain suddenly because this is huge, never been done before-a human being created from spit on a Styrofoam cup but his research is sound and he knows it will work.
Sure he can do this. But should he? What if the clone is unhappy, aggressive, passive or psychotic? There’s a hundred thousand things that could go wrong here – especially since the donor’s psyche is unknown to him so yeah, this is probably a really damn bad fucking idea.
But fuck, he’s so goddamn lonely and he wants a companion, needs one to be whole, to be balanced, and yeah, this sure isn’t a healthy way to find a lover but he’s so goddamn done with ‘dating’ and ‘getting to know each other’ and ‘getting involved’.
Been trying that for freaking years and what’s it got him, huh? Jaded and depressed, with a hatred towards society that is cold and vicious-all the woman and men he’d been involved with, trying his best to find his soul mate and all they’d cared about, every single fucking one of them, was his money and his looks.
Didn’t care one whit about him, the real him, the hurting, scared, lonely him that has needs so deep, he’s frantic with them.
Nope, all they’d wanted, all of them, was to get as much as they could from him and then to ditch him as fast as possible.
So he’s done with that dating crap, he’s just done.
So fuck it if this is wrong, it shouldn’t be. He’s doing this and he’s gonna fucking enjoy the hell out of his new boyfriend so the world can just suck his dick and deal.
He sets his jaw and lunges forward, flicks the switch before he can talk himself out of it and the water in front of him comes alive, rolling and crawling, the mass inside twitching and writhing, bucking in the electrical current as the water starts to boil.
Ice water is shot in automatically to maintain correct body temp and he’s whispering, “Go, go, go…”
Because fuck he did this and now, no matter what, he’s gonna have a human tomorrow morning, that’s just for him, that’s gonna love him so good.
Please, God, let this clone love him so good.
Jensen turns away from the tears suddenly filling his eyes because crying is a useless emotion, no cause and effect of gain shown from that particular feeling and he shakes it off, it’s not scientifically sound to bawl like a baby so he’s just gotta suck it up.
And his eyes settle on the cage door in front of him, open and empty and what the fuck?
It’s his genetically altered Manx cat, Jared, the damn thing is a fucking genius and is always getting out of his crate, can work any lock open with its paws so easy and Jensen usually enjoys the game, Jared hides and he plays seek but he so does not need this shit now-
He’s wiped out, needs to sleep but he can’t until he finds the damn cat-
Purses his lips and gives a sharp whistle, it’s his call for the cat to come out and usually Jared will stroll in, looking very superior because he bested Jensen, hid so good his Master couldn’t find him and he gets a treat for it, because Jensen rewards intelligence and his cat is so freaking smart it’s scary.
But this time, Jared doesn’t come out.
There’s only silence and for some reason, Jensen’s heart catches and stills, waits with bated breath for something-
Where the fuck is the cat?
He hears the wail before he sees it, spins around and spies the furry body trying to get out of the tub, frantic and scrabbling but it’s too late, already electrified and sizzling, melting into the slick humanoid mass and No, Jesus Christ, NO!
He races forward to shut off the voltage but catches himself, stops because at this point, it’s no use, Jared is already dead, gone, body melded with the plasma, joining and mutating and there’s no stopping this now, just gotta wait and see what the hell kind of monstrosity surfaces from this-
Re: Jared/Jensen FILLED When The Cat's Away 2
He works late into the night and finally, all is ready. He has the humanoid mixture of cells and plasma floating in a pool of warm saline, electrodes hooked up to the gelatinous bulbs that protrude where limbs will appear and another on the enlarged nub where his lover’s handsome head will grow.
*
Jensen bites at his lip, uncertain suddenly because this is huge, never been done before-a human being created from spit on a Styrofoam cup but his research is sound and he knows it will work.
Sure he can do this. But should he? What if the clone is unhappy, aggressive, passive or psychotic? There’s a hundred thousand things that could go wrong here – especially since the donor’s psyche is unknown to him so yeah, this is probably a really damn bad fucking idea.
But fuck, he’s so goddamn lonely and he wants a companion, needs one to be whole, to be balanced, and yeah, this sure isn’t a healthy way to find a lover but he’s so goddamn done with ‘dating’ and ‘getting to know each other’ and ‘getting involved’.
Been trying that for freaking years and what’s it got him, huh? Jaded and depressed, with a hatred towards society that is cold and vicious-all the woman and men he’d been involved with, trying his best to find his soul mate and all they’d cared about, every single fucking one of them, was his money and his looks.
Didn’t care one whit about him, the real him, the hurting, scared, lonely him that has needs so deep, he’s frantic with them.
Nope, all they’d wanted, all of them, was to get as much as they could from him and then to ditch him as fast as possible.
So he’s done with that dating crap, he’s just done.
So fuck it if this is wrong, it shouldn’t be. He’s doing this and he’s gonna fucking enjoy the hell out of his new boyfriend so the world can just suck his dick and deal.
He sets his jaw and lunges forward, flicks the switch before he can talk himself out of it and the water in front of him comes alive, rolling and crawling, the mass inside twitching and writhing, bucking in the electrical current as the water starts to boil.
Ice water is shot in automatically to maintain correct body temp and he’s whispering, “Go, go, go…”
Because fuck he did this and now, no matter what, he’s gonna have a human tomorrow morning, that’s just for him, that’s gonna love him so good.
Please, God, let this clone love him so good.
Jensen turns away from the tears suddenly filling his eyes because crying is a useless emotion, no cause and effect of gain shown from that particular feeling and he shakes it off, it’s not scientifically sound to bawl like a baby so he’s just gotta suck it up.
And his eyes settle on the cage door in front of him, open and empty and what the fuck?
It’s his genetically altered Manx cat, Jared, the damn thing is a fucking genius and is always getting out of his crate, can work any lock open with its paws so easy and Jensen usually enjoys the game, Jared hides and he plays seek but he so does not need this shit now-
He’s wiped out, needs to sleep but he can’t until he finds the damn cat-
Purses his lips and gives a sharp whistle, it’s his call for the cat to come out and usually Jared will stroll in, looking very superior because he bested Jensen, hid so good his Master couldn’t find him and he gets a treat for it, because Jensen rewards intelligence and his cat is so freaking smart it’s scary.
But this time, Jared doesn’t come out.
There’s only silence and for some reason, Jensen’s heart catches and stills, waits with bated breath for something-
Where the fuck is the cat?
He hears the wail before he sees it, spins around and spies the furry body trying to get out of the tub, frantic and scrabbling but it’s too late, already electrified and sizzling, melting into the slick humanoid mass and No, Jesus Christ, NO!
He races forward to shut off the voltage but catches himself, stops because at this point, it’s no use, Jared is already dead, gone, body melded with the plasma, joining and mutating and there’s no stopping this now, just gotta wait and see what the hell kind of monstrosity surfaces from this-
Now what the hell is he gonna do?
*