One of these days...
One of these days, Gabriel realised, Sam was going to die.
After all, Sam had technically died twice already, and to heinously misquote Oscar Wilde, ‘To lose one life is unfortunate. To lose two borders on careless’. And, (as Gabriel had started to see, ever since they began sleeping together), if there was one thing Sam could be, it was careless.
The archangel had taken it upon himself, therefore, to be extra alert to Sam’s foolish behaviour, and he could tell Sam was getting fed up of it. He didn’t blame the human, really; Sam had spent most of his life trying to prove to one person or another that he was a responsible, capable adult. Maybe the last thing he needed was Gabriel refusing to let him handle firearms, or drive, or spend too much time talking to strangers.
Sam had put up with all of it, though. Or so Gabriel had thought.
It was the waitress that did it.
Gabriel, as an archangel, was probably supposed t be above such sins as jealously and covetousness, but damn if Sam wasn’t making it difficult for him. They’d pitched up right beside Stanford, because Sam had mentioned a certain diner he always went to back in college, and how much he was craving their cherry pie.
Gabriel wasn’t sure Sam hadn’t been euphemistic. For the past half hour, he’d been with the waitress, smiling, joking and generally being utterly charming.
The waitress was reciprocating every smile and “accidental” brush of contact.
Gabriel was, apparently, chopped liver.
“Hey.” He managed to make his lips smile, even if it didn’t reach his eyes. “Tiffy, is it? We’re done here, can you go get our bill?”
A little thrown by Gabriel’s icy tone, Tiffy nodded dumbly and scarpered off. Sam glared at him.
“What’s eating you?”
“Nothing, I just thought that if you’re going to be ignoring me for that long, we may as well be somewhere more comfortable.”
“I wasn’t ignoring you!” Sam sounded more than a little offended, but Gabriel was still too pissed off to care.
“Yeah, ok. Here.” He dropped some bills on the table. “I’m sure you and Tiffy will be happy to split the difference. I’m going to the restroom.”
Gabriel stomped into the bathroom, ignoring Sam as he called after him. The archangel gripped one of the sink basins, glaring at himself in the mirror. He didn’t know why he had said restroom. He didn’t need to use a restroom. Ever. Way to not act like there was something wrong, douche.
He sighed, and splashed some water on his face. Throwing tantrums, he decided, was not cool. What was he, five? He sighed again, because what else could he do, and wondered how he could bluff his way back into Sam’s good books. He’d just turned to leave, when the door swung open and Sam stormed in, pushing Gabriel back up against the far wall. He stood in front of the archangel, with one hand either side of his head, leaning over him so that the giant human was all he could see.
“Want to tell me what that was about?”
“Uh, want to drop the tone, mortal?” Gabriel tried to push past Sam, but Sam grabbed his shoulder, shoving him back against the wall.
“You’ve been way out of line, lately, you know that? Getting in the way of hunts, getting in the way of research, getting in the way of me having a good time.” Gabriel scowled at the space to the left of Sam’s head. It was true; it had been happening a lot, lately. It seemed whenever Gabriel saw Sam, he was doing something stupid or dangerous, or… flirty. It was the last one that pissed him off the most.
“Yeah, so what?” Gabriel sneered, trying to walk past Sam and getting another shove to the shoulder for his efforts. Gabriel blinked at Sam, who had apparently developed a death-wish. “Boy, don’t make me hurt you.” He had never claimed to be above pulling rank.
“Please.” Sam scoffed, derisive sneer in place.
Or… maybe not. Gabriel looked at him, making eye contact at last. There was a shine there. Something playful, something wanting. Something…
Gabriel felt like the thickest kid in the class. Sam had been doing stupid and dangerous things a lot lately. Whenever Gabriel was around, in fact. Did Sam..?
“Can I help it if your stupid ass keeps getting itself in trouble?” Gabriel suddenly realised how Sam had tried to make a cage around him, rather than just grabbing him by the arm or throat like they both knew he could. Trying to trap someone like that left a lot of vulnerable points.
“Maybe I like being in trouble.” Sam’s eyes were definitely shining, and it wasn’t with the same friendly charm that he had been giving the waitress. This was something altogether filthier. “Maybe I don’t see what’s so wrong with it.”
Gabriel just smirked. Then, in a quick, fluid movement, he grabbed Sam’s wrist in one hand and his waist in the other, slipping behind him and pushing the human up against the tiled wall in an arm-lock. He pressed himself close against Sam’s back, making no effort to hide the growing erection that responded just to being this close to the hunter.
“Then I guess I’m going to have to teach you.” Gabriel snapped his fingers, and the world froze. The dripping faucet, the clatter of patrons, the distant rush of cars; all of it stopped dead, as Gabriel slipped his hand down the front of Sam’s jeans.
Sam gasped a little, trying to straighten up, but Gabriel gripped his shoulder with his free hand, pressing his thumb to the back of the human’s neck.
“If I have to punish you, I will.”
“But…” Sam began, cutting himself off as Gabriel gripped the human’s fast-growing erection. “Gabe… I want to kiss…”
“Tough shit.” The archangel squeezed, ever so slightly, loving the groan it created. “You don’t get what you want, because you’ve been bad.”
“Gabe…”
“Now.” Gabriel leant in close, his own hard dick rubbing against Sam’s thigh through the thin layers of denim. He gripped Sam’s shoulder, moving his thumb in tiny circles at the base of Sam’s neck, pressing just hard enough to make the hunter’s head tilt back. “We can stay here all day if we have to. But we’re going to stay like this…” He squeezed his other hand, the one that wasn’t on Sam’s neck, and smiled viciously at the groan Sam made. He continued. “Until someone says they’re sorry.”
Sam laughed, rolling his hips so that his ass pushed back against Gabriel.
“Why the fuck should I?”
“Because.” Gabriel squeezed again, before leaning down and pressing kisses along Sam’s spine. “something you… have to learn, Sam… only good boys get treats…”
Sam tilted his head, looking back over his shoulder. He was trying to look unimpressed, Gabriel could tell, but the fact that his entire face was flushed red kind of undermined his point. He grinned.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow, taking his hand off Sam’s shoulder and slowly trailing it down his spine as he spoke.
“You think I’m joking?”
“I think you’re full of shit.”
“Well… good thing you’re not.” Gabriel clicked, and Sam’s jeans were gone. In another quick, angel-speed movement, Gabriel pulled down Sam’s boxers and rammed one finger into the exposed hole. The hunter made a sort of half gasp, half yell, pressing his face against the tile. He could have stood up, if he wanted to. Gabriel wasn’t holding him down, but he didn’t need to. Sam wanted to be there.
“You…” Sam trailed off, making a whimpering noise which Gabriel made a note to tease him about later. “You think you’re funny, don’t you? Your jokes are as shit as the rest of you.”
He glanced back over his shoulder, unable to pull a mean enough face to follow through with his words. Gabriel knew what Sam was trying to do. He knew exactly.
The hunter wanted him. He wanted him pissed, possessive and dominating, because nothing made him hotter than power. Sam liked having power, sure, that was the whole demon-blood thing explained in four words, but what he liked more, what he found absolutely irresistible, was the idea that someone who could so totally overpower him would deem him worthwhile enough for a fuck.
“Like I said, Sam.” He crooked and twisted his finger, listening as Sam gasped and grunted against the tile. “We can stay here all day…”
Sam mumbled something.
“Which will be a lot longer now I’ve frozen time.”
“I’m sorry.” Sam moaned, in between gasps as Gabriel pressed against him, gripping his cock.
“And why are you sorry?”
“I got in trouble.” Sam groaned, looking back over his shoulder, his eyes closed and hair damp to his sweaty forehead. “Please, Gabriel, fuck…”
“And why…” Gabriel pressed and gripped, feeling the hunter momentarily lose the ability to stand under his own weight. The archangel didn’t let him fall. “Why in all the world am I having to teach you this lesson? Why do I care?”
Sam’s breathing was ragged, but Gabriel’s lesson wasn’t finished yet.
“Say it, Sam. Be a good boy, and say it.”
“I’m…” Sam made the whimpering noise again, spurring Gabriel on.
“I can’t hear you.”
“I’m yours, Gabriel!” Sam rammed his hips against Gabriel’s, punctuating the exclamation. “You care because I’m yours.”
“Good boy.” Gabriel grinned, letting go of Sam so that he could snap his fingers.
In an instant, they were both naked, hot, and falling onto a bed in some fancy bedroom. Sam didn’t know where they were, nor did he give a shit, because Gabriel was straddling him, pressing deep, passionate kisses to his neck.
“Oh God…”
“Mm.” Gabriel stopped, digging his heel into Sam’s waist. “We’ve talked about that.”
“Right. Sorry.” The words had barely left Sam’s mouth when Gabriel crashed down on him, tongue chasing tongue, biting and licking the human’s lips.
Having had the forethought to magic on some lube as he magicked away their clothes, Gabriel wasted no time pressing his erection, heavy and silently begging, into Sam. He thrust, fast and deep, taking in every flutter of Sam’s eyelids, every purse to his lips, every gasp, every moan, every whimper.
“Yours…” Sam whispered, gripping Gabriel’s hips, his fingernails digging into the soft muscle of the archangel’s ass. “Fucking, fuck, yours… No one else’s, never anyone else’s.”
“Gabriel doesn’t share.” He grinned, watching as Sam nodded, clearly too far gone for anything like dignity or coherence. Gabriel had not pegged Sam for a babbler, but he loved that he could turn the strong, brooding hunter into a babbling wreck.
“Gabriel doesn’t share.” Sam repeated, his fingers clenching into Gabriel’s ass. “Fuck! There! Faster, Gabriel…”
Gabriel obliged, leaning in close and pressing his lips to Sam’s ear, hissing between the thrusts.
“The lengths I have to go to, to keep you safe. You play denial, play the big tough guy… think if you act all defiant, I might leave. That’s what it is, isn’t it? You love to see me all pissed and furious, but it’s not the strength. It’s the gratification when you know I could leave, but I choose not to.”
Sam moaned, his hands gripping on Gabriel’s back.
“You love that I’d rather fuck you than fuck off.”
“Gabriel.”
“You love being dominated. You’re a filthy little weakling, really, aren’t you?”
“Gabriel…”
“Say you belong to me, Sam. I want to hear it.”
“I’m gonna… I’m going to…”
“So scream it out. Who do you belong to, Sam?”
“Gabriel…”
“Louder.”
“Oh, fuck, Gabriel!”
Sam choked on the name as he fell into orgasm, and Gabriel gladly went with him.
“Sam…”
They fell into bed next to each other, pressing sleepy kisses along arms, across cheeks. Panting, Gabriel slipped into Sam’s arms, nuzzling his head against the hunter’s slowing heartbeat.
Eventually, there would come a time where that heartbeat would stop, and there was nothing Gabriel could do about that. But, he realised, he could make the time before it happened all the more amazing.
Back in the diner, Tiffy wondered how the couple from table four had paid and left without her seeing either of them leave the restroom.
After all, Sam had technically died twice already, and to heinously misquote Oscar Wilde, ‘To lose one life is unfortunate. To lose two borders on careless’. And, (as Gabriel had started to see, ever since they began sleeping together), if there was one thing Sam could be, it was careless.
The archangel had taken it upon himself, therefore, to be extra alert to Sam’s foolish behaviour, and he could tell Sam was getting fed up of it. He didn’t blame the human, really; Sam had spent most of his life trying to prove to one person or another that he was a responsible, capable adult. Maybe the last thing he needed was Gabriel refusing to let him handle firearms, or drive, or spend too much time talking to strangers.
Sam had put up with all of it, though. Or so Gabriel had thought.
It was the waitress that did it.
Gabriel, as an archangel, was probably supposed t be above such sins as jealously and covetousness, but damn if Sam wasn’t making it difficult for him. They’d pitched up right beside Stanford, because Sam had mentioned a certain diner he always went to back in college, and how much he was craving their cherry pie.
Gabriel wasn’t sure Sam hadn’t been euphemistic. For the past half hour, he’d been with the waitress, smiling, joking and generally being utterly charming.
The waitress was reciprocating every smile and “accidental” brush of contact.
Gabriel was, apparently, chopped liver.
“Hey.” He managed to make his lips smile, even if it didn’t reach his eyes. “Tiffy, is it? We’re done here, can you go get our bill?”
A little thrown by Gabriel’s icy tone, Tiffy nodded dumbly and scarpered off. Sam glared at him.
“What’s eating you?”
“Nothing, I just thought that if you’re going to be ignoring me for that long, we may as well be somewhere more comfortable.”
“I wasn’t ignoring you!” Sam sounded more than a little offended, but Gabriel was still too pissed off to care.
“Yeah, ok. Here.” He dropped some bills on the table. “I’m sure you and Tiffy will be happy to split the difference. I’m going to the restroom.”
Gabriel stomped into the bathroom, ignoring Sam as he called after him. The archangel gripped one of the sink basins, glaring at himself in the mirror. He didn’t know why he had said restroom. He didn’t need to use a restroom. Ever. Way to not act like there was something wrong, douche.
He sighed, and splashed some water on his face. Throwing tantrums, he decided, was not cool. What was he, five? He sighed again, because what else could he do, and wondered how he could bluff his way back into Sam’s good books. He’d just turned to leave, when the door swung open and Sam stormed in, pushing Gabriel back up against the far wall. He stood in front of the archangel, with one hand either side of his head, leaning over him so that the giant human was all he could see.
“Want to tell me what that was about?”
“Uh, want to drop the tone, mortal?” Gabriel tried to push past Sam, but Sam grabbed his shoulder, shoving him back against the wall.
“You’ve been way out of line, lately, you know that? Getting in the way of hunts, getting in the way of research, getting in the way of me having a good time.” Gabriel scowled at the space to the left of Sam’s head. It was true; it had been happening a lot, lately. It seemed whenever Gabriel saw Sam, he was doing something stupid or dangerous, or… flirty. It was the last one that pissed him off the most.
“Yeah, so what?” Gabriel sneered, trying to walk past Sam and getting another shove to the shoulder for his efforts. Gabriel blinked at Sam, who had apparently developed a death-wish. “Boy, don’t make me hurt you.” He had never claimed to be above pulling rank.
“Please.” Sam scoffed, derisive sneer in place.
Or… maybe not. Gabriel looked at him, making eye contact at last. There was a shine there. Something playful, something wanting. Something…
Gabriel felt like the thickest kid in the class. Sam had been doing stupid and dangerous things a lot lately. Whenever Gabriel was around, in fact. Did Sam..?
“Can I help it if your stupid ass keeps getting itself in trouble?” Gabriel suddenly realised how Sam had tried to make a cage around him, rather than just grabbing him by the arm or throat like they both knew he could. Trying to trap someone like that left a lot of vulnerable points.
“Maybe I like being in trouble.” Sam’s eyes were definitely shining, and it wasn’t with the same friendly charm that he had been giving the waitress. This was something altogether filthier. “Maybe I don’t see what’s so wrong with it.”
Gabriel just smirked. Then, in a quick, fluid movement, he grabbed Sam’s wrist in one hand and his waist in the other, slipping behind him and pushing the human up against the tiled wall in an arm-lock. He pressed himself close against Sam’s back, making no effort to hide the growing erection that responded just to being this close to the hunter.
“Then I guess I’m going to have to teach you.” Gabriel snapped his fingers, and the world froze. The dripping faucet, the clatter of patrons, the distant rush of cars; all of it stopped dead, as Gabriel slipped his hand down the front of Sam’s jeans.
Sam gasped a little, trying to straighten up, but Gabriel gripped his shoulder with his free hand, pressing his thumb to the back of the human’s neck.
“If I have to punish you, I will.”
“But…” Sam began, cutting himself off as Gabriel gripped the human’s fast-growing erection. “Gabe… I want to kiss…”
“Tough shit.” The archangel squeezed, ever so slightly, loving the groan it created. “You don’t get what you want, because you’ve been bad.”
“Gabe…”
“Now.” Gabriel leant in close, his own hard dick rubbing against Sam’s thigh through the thin layers of denim. He gripped Sam’s shoulder, moving his thumb in tiny circles at the base of Sam’s neck, pressing just hard enough to make the hunter’s head tilt back. “We can stay here all day if we have to. But we’re going to stay like this…” He squeezed his other hand, the one that wasn’t on Sam’s neck, and smiled viciously at the groan Sam made. He continued. “Until someone says they’re sorry.”
Sam laughed, rolling his hips so that his ass pushed back against Gabriel.
“Why the fuck should I?”
“Because.” Gabriel squeezed again, before leaning down and pressing kisses along Sam’s spine. “something you… have to learn, Sam… only good boys get treats…”
Sam tilted his head, looking back over his shoulder. He was trying to look unimpressed, Gabriel could tell, but the fact that his entire face was flushed red kind of undermined his point. He grinned.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow, taking his hand off Sam’s shoulder and slowly trailing it down his spine as he spoke.
“You think I’m joking?”
“I think you’re full of shit.”
“Well… good thing you’re not.” Gabriel clicked, and Sam’s jeans were gone. In another quick, angel-speed movement, Gabriel pulled down Sam’s boxers and rammed one finger into the exposed hole. The hunter made a sort of half gasp, half yell, pressing his face against the tile. He could have stood up, if he wanted to. Gabriel wasn’t holding him down, but he didn’t need to. Sam wanted to be there.
“You…” Sam trailed off, making a whimpering noise which Gabriel made a note to tease him about later. “You think you’re funny, don’t you? Your jokes are as shit as the rest of you.”
He glanced back over his shoulder, unable to pull a mean enough face to follow through with his words. Gabriel knew what Sam was trying to do. He knew exactly.
The hunter wanted him. He wanted him pissed, possessive and dominating, because nothing made him hotter than power. Sam liked having power, sure, that was the whole demon-blood thing explained in four words, but what he liked more, what he found absolutely irresistible, was the idea that someone who could so totally overpower him would deem him worthwhile enough for a fuck.
“Like I said, Sam.” He crooked and twisted his finger, listening as Sam gasped and grunted against the tile. “We can stay here all day…”
Sam mumbled something.
“Which will be a lot longer now I’ve frozen time.”
“I’m sorry.” Sam moaned, in between gasps as Gabriel pressed against him, gripping his cock.
“And why are you sorry?”
“I got in trouble.” Sam groaned, looking back over his shoulder, his eyes closed and hair damp to his sweaty forehead. “Please, Gabriel, fuck…”
“And why…” Gabriel pressed and gripped, feeling the hunter momentarily lose the ability to stand under his own weight. The archangel didn’t let him fall. “Why in all the world am I having to teach you this lesson? Why do I care?”
Sam’s breathing was ragged, but Gabriel’s lesson wasn’t finished yet.
“Say it, Sam. Be a good boy, and say it.”
“I’m…” Sam made the whimpering noise again, spurring Gabriel on.
“I can’t hear you.”
“I’m yours, Gabriel!” Sam rammed his hips against Gabriel’s, punctuating the exclamation. “You care because I’m yours.”
“Good boy.” Gabriel grinned, letting go of Sam so that he could snap his fingers.
In an instant, they were both naked, hot, and falling onto a bed in some fancy bedroom. Sam didn’t know where they were, nor did he give a shit, because Gabriel was straddling him, pressing deep, passionate kisses to his neck.
“Oh God…”
“Mm.” Gabriel stopped, digging his heel into Sam’s waist. “We’ve talked about that.”
“Right. Sorry.” The words had barely left Sam’s mouth when Gabriel crashed down on him, tongue chasing tongue, biting and licking the human’s lips.
Having had the forethought to magic on some lube as he magicked away their clothes, Gabriel wasted no time pressing his erection, heavy and silently begging, into Sam. He thrust, fast and deep, taking in every flutter of Sam’s eyelids, every purse to his lips, every gasp, every moan, every whimper.
“Yours…” Sam whispered, gripping Gabriel’s hips, his fingernails digging into the soft muscle of the archangel’s ass. “Fucking, fuck, yours… No one else’s, never anyone else’s.”
“Gabriel doesn’t share.” He grinned, watching as Sam nodded, clearly too far gone for anything like dignity or coherence. Gabriel had not pegged Sam for a babbler, but he loved that he could turn the strong, brooding hunter into a babbling wreck.
“Gabriel doesn’t share.” Sam repeated, his fingers clenching into Gabriel’s ass. “Fuck! There! Faster, Gabriel…”
Gabriel obliged, leaning in close and pressing his lips to Sam’s ear, hissing between the thrusts.
“The lengths I have to go to, to keep you safe. You play denial, play the big tough guy… think if you act all defiant, I might leave. That’s what it is, isn’t it? You love to see me all pissed and furious, but it’s not the strength. It’s the gratification when you know I could leave, but I choose not to.”
Sam moaned, his hands gripping on Gabriel’s back.
“You love that I’d rather fuck you than fuck off.”
“Gabriel.”
“You love being dominated. You’re a filthy little weakling, really, aren’t you?”
“Gabriel…”
“Say you belong to me, Sam. I want to hear it.”
“I’m gonna… I’m going to…”
“So scream it out. Who do you belong to, Sam?”
“Gabriel…”
“Louder.”
“Oh, fuck, Gabriel!”
Sam choked on the name as he fell into orgasm, and Gabriel gladly went with him.
“Sam…”
They fell into bed next to each other, pressing sleepy kisses along arms, across cheeks. Panting, Gabriel slipped into Sam’s arms, nuzzling his head against the hunter’s slowing heartbeat.
Eventually, there would come a time where that heartbeat would stop, and there was nothing Gabriel could do about that. But, he realised, he could make the time before it happened all the more amazing.
Back in the diner, Tiffy wondered how the couple from table four had paid and left without her seeing either of them leave the restroom.