Purgatory Drabbles, Shambala Renegades pt.1
It’s all pain and heat and sweat with him. Purgatory’s a fast place, and beating one off in a ditch somewhere could get a man killed. Most of the freaks in the forest don’t really need to do it, can’t anyway. But Dean though, Dean’s human, and a human’s got needs. When Benny first saw Dean trying to rearrange himself with a grimace after a fight, he got to thinking.
When it happened, it was like the only way it could have been, fast and rough with Dean shoved onto the ground on his hands and knees in the dirt. A fresh vamp corpse lay twitching next to his feet and it would ward away others, for a time, still didn’t mean he could go all slow and gentle.
He pinned the man to the ground, clawing and spitting like some sort of animal, and he pulled his ruined jeans down over his ass. It was white and muscular; about what he pictured a grown man’s ass would look like, and bruised from being knocked around too many times to count. He growled in Dean’s ear when the hunter snarled and tried to jerk away. The man was riding all on instinct now. What had Dean said before? Purgatory was…pure. Benny had to agree. He happened to like the hunter like this, bucking and writhing in a fight not to bottom, but Benny merely set his jaw and shoved his own pants out of the way. He spat onto his hand and lubed up his cock, gripped Dean’s hips hard enough to crack bone and shoved his way inside.
Dean screamed and Benny shoved a hand over his mouth to shut him up, not interested in fighting off a nasty with his dick hanging out and his pants down. Dean groaned when Benny tried to move, and he almost couldn’t with how dry it was. Benny hunched over and spat over Dean’s stretched wide, angry red rim, which only helped some, but not enough. He moaned when Dean shifted his knees a little wider and he caught scent of his blood, sweet and thick and fresh, not like the meatbags running around purgatory lately. He rocked his hips once, twice, then slammed Dean’s head down onto the ground when he tried to rear up again. Tree bark and dirt and rocks scratched across his face, cutting him up even more and he uttered a pinched off whine when Benny let loose, slapping into him again and again and Dean just took it, like some bitch bent over on all fours.
“Bet you can’t even speak right now, can you Dean?” Benny purred, grunting when Dean tore and his blood made his thrusts smoother. “Just an animal, actin’ on instinct, desperate for it.”
Dean panted into the dirt and rocked with the power behind Benny’s thrusts. The slap of flesh on flesh echoed around their little clearing and Benny sped up, wary once again of where they were. Dean howled when Benny wrapped a hand around his straining cock and stroked him in time with his thrusts.
“That’s it, boy, let it all out…” he hummed in Dean’s ear. With a single stroke and twist at the head Dean was coming with a grimace and he locked up so tight Benny couldn’t even pull out after he came as well. He grunted and gripped his cock by the base, slowly easing it out, Dean gasping and groaning the whole time, clawing at the dirt in his attempts to get away. When they finally slid apart Dean darted to the edge of the clearing and before Benny could even blink Dean had his hands on their weapons and had both crossed over his neck.
“Don’t you ever,” Dean snarled, his voice raspy and stilted, “take me dry like that again.”
Benny laughed easily and held his hands up over his head and Dean was off him in seconds, across the clearing with their weapons as he tried to pull up his pants without bending over too far. Benny smirked when he saw his seed and Dean’s blood mixing and leaking down over his reddened thighs. Dean noticed and wiped it away with a grimace before shooting Benny one last look that meant, “you coming?”
Benny was only happy because one, Dean Winchester didn’t saw his dick off for sticking it up his ass, and two, Dean didn’t tell him he couldn’t, per se. He smirked and stood, taking his time with buttoning his clothes back up and dusting himself down. Dean wouldn’t go too far. He had to find his angel, and after that…well, Benny had a plan for then too.
When it happened, it was like the only way it could have been, fast and rough with Dean shoved onto the ground on his hands and knees in the dirt. A fresh vamp corpse lay twitching next to his feet and it would ward away others, for a time, still didn’t mean he could go all slow and gentle.
He pinned the man to the ground, clawing and spitting like some sort of animal, and he pulled his ruined jeans down over his ass. It was white and muscular; about what he pictured a grown man’s ass would look like, and bruised from being knocked around too many times to count. He growled in Dean’s ear when the hunter snarled and tried to jerk away. The man was riding all on instinct now. What had Dean said before? Purgatory was…pure. Benny had to agree. He happened to like the hunter like this, bucking and writhing in a fight not to bottom, but Benny merely set his jaw and shoved his own pants out of the way. He spat onto his hand and lubed up his cock, gripped Dean’s hips hard enough to crack bone and shoved his way inside.
Dean screamed and Benny shoved a hand over his mouth to shut him up, not interested in fighting off a nasty with his dick hanging out and his pants down. Dean groaned when Benny tried to move, and he almost couldn’t with how dry it was. Benny hunched over and spat over Dean’s stretched wide, angry red rim, which only helped some, but not enough. He moaned when Dean shifted his knees a little wider and he caught scent of his blood, sweet and thick and fresh, not like the meatbags running around purgatory lately. He rocked his hips once, twice, then slammed Dean’s head down onto the ground when he tried to rear up again. Tree bark and dirt and rocks scratched across his face, cutting him up even more and he uttered a pinched off whine when Benny let loose, slapping into him again and again and Dean just took it, like some bitch bent over on all fours.
“Bet you can’t even speak right now, can you Dean?” Benny purred, grunting when Dean tore and his blood made his thrusts smoother. “Just an animal, actin’ on instinct, desperate for it.”
Dean panted into the dirt and rocked with the power behind Benny’s thrusts. The slap of flesh on flesh echoed around their little clearing and Benny sped up, wary once again of where they were. Dean howled when Benny wrapped a hand around his straining cock and stroked him in time with his thrusts.
“That’s it, boy, let it all out…” he hummed in Dean’s ear. With a single stroke and twist at the head Dean was coming with a grimace and he locked up so tight Benny couldn’t even pull out after he came as well. He grunted and gripped his cock by the base, slowly easing it out, Dean gasping and groaning the whole time, clawing at the dirt in his attempts to get away. When they finally slid apart Dean darted to the edge of the clearing and before Benny could even blink Dean had his hands on their weapons and had both crossed over his neck.
“Don’t you ever,” Dean snarled, his voice raspy and stilted, “take me dry like that again.”
Benny laughed easily and held his hands up over his head and Dean was off him in seconds, across the clearing with their weapons as he tried to pull up his pants without bending over too far. Benny smirked when he saw his seed and Dean’s blood mixing and leaking down over his reddened thighs. Dean noticed and wiped it away with a grimace before shooting Benny one last look that meant, “you coming?”
Benny was only happy because one, Dean Winchester didn’t saw his dick off for sticking it up his ass, and two, Dean didn’t tell him he couldn’t, per se. He smirked and stood, taking his time with buttoning his clothes back up and dusting himself down. Dean wouldn’t go too far. He had to find his angel, and after that…well, Benny had a plan for then too.