SPN: baby, why you wait so long (sam/dean, nc-17)
title: baby, why you wait so long
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don't own em
rating: nc-17
warnings: pwp. slight bloodplay...I think. does it count if it's mostly from a third party?
characters/pairing: Sam/Dean, OFC
word count: 549
notes: so a couple days ago I wrote closer to that cold, cold ground & vamp!Winchesters took over my brain. I planned for this to be part of something else but the more I wrote, the more it didn't fit. so I'll write the actual fic part later. right now, pRon on!
for tabaqui who enables without knowing how very enable-y she is. & geneli4 who shares the Carlson that I apparently write dirtybadwrong Sam/Dean to.
Dean brings a girl back to their motel room. She's got big doe eyes, chocolate brown hair and honey skin. She clings to his brother, weaves and dips across the carpet. Sam can smell the tequila on her before Dean ever presses her to his chest.
They cradle her between them. Sam kisses her, takes her face in his hands and tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear. Dean leans up and nuzzles at Sam's jaw. Whispers, "Look what followed me home. Bet she tastes as good as she looks."
Sam grins. He lowers his mouth to the girl's neck and bites deep. She makes a strangled sound deep in her throat. Dean's arm slips between him and the girl. Sam can feel his brother's knuckles when Dean works his hand under her skirt. The girl moans, but not in pain; she arches up, mewling and panting. Sam's dick presses against her belly through his jeans. It's not her he wants. He wants Dean touching him, Dean under him. Sam's torn between feeding and flinging the girl away so there's nothing between him and his brother.
Dean pulls his head up, laps the blood from the corners of his mouth. Sam reaches around and grabs his brother's ass. He pulls them together as tight as they'll go. The girl gasps a little at the pressure, but her head still lolls drunkenly on Dean's shoulder.
"'m hungry," Dean mumbles.
Sam laughs a little. "Go ahead baby, I can wait. But not too long." He watches Dean's fangs slip into the girl's neck in the exact spot Sam fed only minutes before. When Dean raises his head, his mouth is smeared with blood. Dean's always been a messy eater. Sam curls his fingers at the back of his brother's neck. "You finished?" he asks.
Dean nods and licks his lips. Sam shoves the girl out of the way. She ends up in a heap on the floor; between the blood loss and alcohol she isn't feeling it anyway. Sam doesn't care as long as she's gone. "So good," he growls. "Gonna fuck you till you can't move."
Sam grabs Dean's face, forces his brother's mouth open so he can taste all of Dean he wants. The girl's blood is iron on his tongue. He walks them backwards until the back of Dean’s knees hit the bed and they fall onto the mattress. Sam pops the button on his brother’s jeans and yanks them off roughly, boxers and all; Dean’s shirt doesn’t fare much better. Sam sheds his own clothes like they’re burning him.
The two of them tangle together, all hot mouths and cocks sliding against one another. Sam presses two fingers inside and Dean keens and bites down on Sam’s shoulder. He feels the skin break and the sluggish pull of his brother’s teeth. Sam slides his fingers out and replaces them with his cock. He thrusts forward, biting Dean’s shoulder just as deep.
They rock together; Dean comes first, easing his fangs out of Sam’s skin and slumping back against the sheets. Sam leans down and nips at Dean’s ear. His dick is buried in his brother’s ass; Dean is sleepy and sated under him. It’s easy for Sam to forget that there was anything before this.
- end
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don't own em
rating: nc-17
warnings: pwp. slight bloodplay...I think. does it count if it's mostly from a third party?
characters/pairing: Sam/Dean, OFC
word count: 549
notes: so a couple days ago I wrote closer to that cold, cold ground & vamp!Winchesters took over my brain. I planned for this to be part of something else but the more I wrote, the more it didn't fit. so I'll write the actual fic part later. right now, pRon on!
for tabaqui who enables without knowing how very enable-y she is. & geneli4 who shares the Carlson that I apparently write dirtybadwrong Sam/Dean to.
Dean brings a girl back to their motel room. She's got big doe eyes, chocolate brown hair and honey skin. She clings to his brother, weaves and dips across the carpet. Sam can smell the tequila on her before Dean ever presses her to his chest.
They cradle her between them. Sam kisses her, takes her face in his hands and tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear. Dean leans up and nuzzles at Sam's jaw. Whispers, "Look what followed me home. Bet she tastes as good as she looks."
Sam grins. He lowers his mouth to the girl's neck and bites deep. She makes a strangled sound deep in her throat. Dean's arm slips between him and the girl. Sam can feel his brother's knuckles when Dean works his hand under her skirt. The girl moans, but not in pain; she arches up, mewling and panting. Sam's dick presses against her belly through his jeans. It's not her he wants. He wants Dean touching him, Dean under him. Sam's torn between feeding and flinging the girl away so there's nothing between him and his brother.
Dean pulls his head up, laps the blood from the corners of his mouth. Sam reaches around and grabs his brother's ass. He pulls them together as tight as they'll go. The girl gasps a little at the pressure, but her head still lolls drunkenly on Dean's shoulder.
"'m hungry," Dean mumbles.
Sam laughs a little. "Go ahead baby, I can wait. But not too long." He watches Dean's fangs slip into the girl's neck in the exact spot Sam fed only minutes before. When Dean raises his head, his mouth is smeared with blood. Dean's always been a messy eater. Sam curls his fingers at the back of his brother's neck. "You finished?" he asks.
Dean nods and licks his lips. Sam shoves the girl out of the way. She ends up in a heap on the floor; between the blood loss and alcohol she isn't feeling it anyway. Sam doesn't care as long as she's gone. "So good," he growls. "Gonna fuck you till you can't move."
Sam grabs Dean's face, forces his brother's mouth open so he can taste all of Dean he wants. The girl's blood is iron on his tongue. He walks them backwards until the back of Dean’s knees hit the bed and they fall onto the mattress. Sam pops the button on his brother’s jeans and yanks them off roughly, boxers and all; Dean’s shirt doesn’t fare much better. Sam sheds his own clothes like they’re burning him.
The two of them tangle together, all hot mouths and cocks sliding against one another. Sam presses two fingers inside and Dean keens and bites down on Sam’s shoulder. He feels the skin break and the sluggish pull of his brother’s teeth. Sam slides his fingers out and replaces them with his cock. He thrusts forward, biting Dean’s shoulder just as deep.
They rock together; Dean comes first, easing his fangs out of Sam’s skin and slumping back against the sheets. Sam leans down and nips at Dean’s ear. His dick is buried in his brother’s ass; Dean is sleepy and sated under him. It’s easy for Sam to forget that there was anything before this.
- end