To Whom I Surrender My Soul (3/?) (Nc-17)
Title: To whom I surrender my soul (3/?)
Pairing: Dean/Sam, Dean/OMC (arch angel Gabriel)
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: angst, incest, graphic M/M, dubious-con, Dean is being manipulated by an Angel.
I dunno how to even voice this one -- Drug like angel presence -- ??? Wdf...Okay..we'll move on.
Angel!fic, blasphemy, language, bottom Dean, Spoilers up to season 4
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys, I just took them out to play.
Word Count: 2832
Summary: After finding out that Sam is still using his demonic powers and working together with Ruby, Dean feels desperate and makes another deal to save his brother from turning evil.
Author's Note: Huge thanks to casiedearestfic who I finally found as a beta crazy enough to take on this story. I can not thank you enough for this bb! :)
Please note that my Gabriel is my own character and not the same as in the canon. :)
I know it's been long since last update. :( Hope you can forgive.
Previous chapter here.
Angel’s wet and hot lips dragging over Dean’s chin made all coherent thoughts go out the window, and he felt more and more disconnected from the rest of the world. He could hardly even see or feel the dim church around them. For him right now, there was only Gabriel and the presence that came with him. Something so powerful and beautiful that Dean’s mind couldn’t even begin to comprehend.
“Gabriel.” It sounded like he was begging. And yeah okay, maybe he was.
Begging for the angel to do everything that those sinful lips and eyes were promising. Begging for him to take Dean and do whatever he wanted with him. Begging for that strong body to hold him and cover him with that soothing and ecstatic energy.
“We’ll get there." The angel reassured him, obviously reading his mind. "Just as soon as we get these off you." He added, tangling his hands in Dean’s black t-shirt, pulling it up and yanking it away, over his head. Then his lips were carefully mapping the hunter’s chest, hot breath and hungry kisses making Dean’s stomach muscles jump and turn his nipples into hard little nubs.
Dean felt like his brain was melting, his grasp on reality slowly slipping away, as he was having a hard time focusing on anything other than the primal desire that was rising inside him.
Gabriel let out a low moan as he ran his flat tongue over Dean’s left nipple, before biting down on it. Dean arched up into his mouth, letting out a quiet curse under his breath. But, the younger man was already smoothing the bite mark, and Dean couldn’t deny that a little pain had only made his cock harder. Gabriel repeated his actions with the second nipple as well, before placing his hands on Dean’s shoulders and firmly guiding him to lie down on his back.
Dean hesitated for a moment, a protest rising in him, telling him that he should fight against that kind of man-handling. But then, his mind went blank again.
He lay still on the cool scarlet carpet, and looked expectantly up at his partner.
Angel’s long fingers brushed Dean’s sides as he stared down at the expanse of naked skin underneath him, breathing hard.
“So perfect. So perfect, and all mine,“ he heatedly whispered, and there was, again, a small chill running down Dean’s spine. Before he could think about it, Gabriel leaned down and carefully started to suck a mark just above his collarbone.
Dean let out a soft moan and bucked up against Gabriel's leg in order to get more friction to his half-hard cock. The angel only laughed in response, and effectively pinned Dean down to the floor, using his leg on Dean's crotch to hold him down while he placed his hands on his shoulders.
“Well, aren't we eager?” The archangel marked and watched with obvious satisfaction, as the older man writhed underneath him.
Dean’s breaths came out ragged, and he was sweating. It was just that Gabriel was…well he was there, wanting him, touching him in just the right ways, and he thought he might just go crazy if the angel kept teasing him like this. Dean wanted; no he needed the angel to take him, to fuck him, to use him.
Gabriel snorted and licked his lips before locking his eyes with Dean's and saying: “How about this... you take off that pendant, and stay still. And then maybe, just maybe, I'll be kind enough to fuck you.”
Dean was almost shaking with raw need underneath the angel, and he didn't hesitate long before reaching up to pull the pendant up over his head.
Pendant? Wait! Where had I gotten it anyway? Wasn't it important? His mind questioned, but then, the soft haze spreading from the places Angel was touching him again lulled his thinking, and all that was left was the need for Gabriel to touch him.
“I'll be still...” Dean promised, voice shaky and out of breath, eyes pleading as he looked up at the man in priest clothes.
Gabriel carelessly shrugged. “We'll see.”
Then he again bent down, and continued to lick his path from Dean's abs to the dark dip of his belly, making sure to occasionally bite down hard enough to mark the fair skin.
Dean had always thought he knew the true meaning of the words want and desire, but this was something way beyond anything he had ever experienced. He felt ecstatic under the slightest touch, and he wanted to have everything Gabriel would give him.
The angel had already worked his way down to the smooth stretch of skin just above Dean's waistband, licking it with long stokes of his tongue, making the hunter think of what it would be like to have those dark and glistening lips on his cock.
But the heat was suddenly gone as Gabriel stretched himself up again, capturing Dean’s mouth in a rough kiss.
“Fucking tease." Dean mumbled into the kiss, his cock achingly hard in the confines of his jeans. He fucking needed this. Couldn’t Gabriel see that?
Gabriel mischievously smiled. “No, Dean. I’m not a tease. I’m just being fair.”
Dean dragged in a few quick breaths as he stared into the dark depth of the angel’s hypnotic eyes. He wanted this. He wanted Gabriel. So why wasn’t he showing it out?
The corners of the angel’s mouth twitched as he followed Dean’s thoughts.
Come on, show me exactly how much you really want me. His voice whispered in Dean’s mind, and the hunter rose, sitting with Gabriel straddling his lap.
I want to see you. Dean channeled a thought in his head, knowing the angel will hear it.
Gabriel grinned and spread his arms, simultaneously grinding his hips down against Dean’s groin.
That was all the encouragement Dean needed to remove the white collar that was bound around Gabriel’s neck. He held it in his hands for a moment, touching the soft fabric under his fingers. He suddenly felt lost and confused as he tossed it to the side.
White collar, his mind recalled. Wasn’t there something wrong with it? Something…
But the thought was already gone, as his shaky hands managed to undo the last two buttons of Gabriel’s black shirt, revealing the well-defined body under it.
Dean gave into the temptation to touch the bare skin, a hum of energy running through his whole body as he placed his hands on Gabriel’s chest, pushing the shirt and jacket off completely.
The angel looked perfect with his mused dark bangs clinging to his forehead and neck, light sweat covering his face and body, making it glow softly in the dim light from the candles casting him wholly into the flickering shadows.
Gabriel smirked back at Dean, crowding closer to him to give him a deep, rough kiss while his hands found the fly of Dean’s jeans.
Dean moaned into the kiss to show how much he appreciated the idea, and grabbed hold of Gabriel’s shoulders, pulling them closer together.
Yeah this was good. It felt like floating. Nothing else was in his mind, other than this moment. And had there even been anything else? It felt like he had been kissing the angel forever. And maybe he had, because it just felt so damn right and good.
Dean was reluctant to break the kiss, but Gabriel was tugging his jeans and boxers down, obviously wanting to move on to even better activities. So, Dean stood up and quickly pulled his underwear and jeans off, tossing them away before turning back to Gabriel, who had also stood up with him.
When the angel wasn’t touching him, Dean’s mind suddenly started to clear. A rush of emotions - he suddenly felt cold and uncomfortably exposed, like the prey under the watchful eye of a predator.
He really wished he had his clothes on. Or a knife. Why a knife?
What the hell was happening to him?!
“Dean." Gabriel’s voice took on a warning tone as he quickly took a step forward and grabbed the hunter’s face into his hands.
Dean dragged in a sharp breath as the angel’s presence came flooding back over him, and he tried to fight it. Tried to hold on to himself, and the small fragments of coherent thoughts and memories that flitted back into his mind.
Sammy.
“Dean! Stop it!”
The hunter instantly went still. He knew an order when he heard one. And following orders was very important. He knew that. He couldn’t remember why, but he knew he had to follow orders given to him. No matter what. He was good when he did so.
“Yeah, that’s it." Gabriel whispered, leaning in closer to Dean, his voice now soft and reassuring as he softly brushed his lips against Dean’s.
“I’m sorry." Dean whispered, as he again felt safe and relaxed. It had been silly of him to freak out - Gabriel only wanted to do good to him. He knew it.
“Don’t worry - you’ll make it up to me." Gabriel answered, with a smug smirk as he pushed Dean down onto his knees.
Dean was now kneeling, facing Gabriel's crotch. He nervously licked his lips as he glanced up at the angel, reaching out to undo his belt buckle.
Gabriel looked down at him with a slight smile lurking on the corners of his mouth, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply as his rock hard cock finally stood free in the chilled air.
Dean held the root of the thick dick gently in place while he leaned closer to its throbbing heat, and hesitantly dragged the tip of his tongue over the head.
God, Gabriel tasted and smelt so good, all salty and musky.
“Come on, Dean. Put some more eargness into it, or I might just start to think you don’t want this.”
Dean nervously swallowed, he didn’t want Gabriel to think he didn’t want this, didn’t need this like nothing else.
He leaned in again, this time sucking the whole length into his mouth, feeling the weight of it on his tongue before Gabriel thrust forward with no warning, forcing the head of his cock all the way in, against the back of Dean’s throat. For a moment, the hunter felt his gag reflex respond, and the fear of suffocation rose quickly. But, he fought it down and took shallow breaths through his nose, daring a glance up at the angel.
God, having Gabriel so close made Dean’s head spin with the power radiating off him. It made Dean wanna be real good and please him.
Gabriel moaned, obviously enjoying the feeling of Dean’s tight throat throbbing around his member, and the small sounds Dean was making. Nodding, he leaned down to pet the hunter’s head and neck.
“That’s a good boy Dean. You trust me and that’s real good. Now put those pretty lips of yours into good work and suck me off, 'cause I just love a good blowjob before getting it up your ass.”
Dean hummed in response, and the small sound made Gabriel swear and laugh out of breath. “You’re a quick learner, aren’t you?”
Dean only pulled back a bit and dragged his tongue over the underside of his cock, tracing the big vein that stood up and throbbed with Gabriel’s heartbeat.
He somehow knew that that would feel good. He had no idea how because he also knew he had never done something like this before.
But you’ve always wanted to do this. Gabriel’s tone purred inside his skull.
Dean nodded. The angel must have been right, because damn; the hot flesh in his mouth was making his own abandoned cock twitch with need.
Dean swallowed down the strange lump of fear that was rising in his throat, and just went with the feeling of right and good.
Sucking another guy off felt awkward at first, as Dean wasn’t sure what he was doing. But, the satisfied sounds from the angel encouraged him and helped him find the right sucking rhythm, his head bobbing up and down as he moved his mouth from root to tip and back again.
“Fuck yeah. That’s it little hunter. Suck my cock like the needy little slut you really are.” Gabriel muttered and grabbed Dean by his nape, holding in him place while he brutally fucked his mouth and throat.
There were involuntary tears in Dean’s eyes as he took the fucking without protest, without fighting back, although it freakin' hurt and not only physically.
That, what Gabriel said…
I’m not a slut.
It’s true and you know it.
Dean wasn’t sure whose voice it was in his head, his own or Gabriel’s. But, did it even matter?
This is what you want Dean, this is what you need. So fucking take it. I’m only giving you what you want.
The words echoed in his head, while the owner of the voice loudly moaned and trust forward, so sharp that it made Dean’s gag reflex rise again.
Dean knew he should have been ready for it, but he was too busy trying to surpress all his survival instincts, so the salty and buttery fluid flooded his throat unexpectedly, making him almost choke while he tried to pull away.
“Don’t you even fucking think about not swallowing.” Gabriel’s quick hiss filled the room, something unexpectedly mean lacing his voice, making him sound dangerous as he forced Dean still with a painful yank of his hair.
It took Dean all of his control to make his throat muscles work to swallow around the thick member, while his air supply was running out and his body was desperate to breath deep again.
“Mmmm… So good, Winchester.” Gabriel whispered, his voice low and almost lazy in the after orgasm bliss, as he finally pulled back a bit, letting Dean properly breath again.
God, his throat was sore, and the name… Winchester? Why did it sound so familiar? Why did it make him feel ashamed and dirty?
“Lick me clean.” Gabriel’s commanded, as his hand brushed Dean’s cheek and settled on his shoulder, rubbing small soothing circles into his flesh.
What have I been thinking? Dean struggled to remember, but his mind came up with nothing. Nothing but the order to lick Gabriel clean, so he did just that.
“Don’t torture yourself with unimportant things, Dean.” Angel’s voice was kind, almost comforting as he spoke. “The only thing that matters is what you feel right now, that I’m here with you.”
Dean slowly nodded, his gaze frozen as his head ached from all the chaotic thoughts. He felt an awful desperation surging in all of the places that Gabriel's calming power was not touching. Why did he feel like something was really wrong or broken, with no way to fix it?
Gabriel let out a soft sigh, took his hand away and stepped back, making Dean instantly feel clearer and more in control of his body and mind.
“You feel guilty because you left your little brother alone, Dean.”
The words felt like a blow.
Watch after your brother. It had been an order and he had failed to fill it.
“You went to hell and tortured souls there, while your brother was left alone here. And that's when he started to work with that demon bitch, Ruby, and use his powers. It was your fault Dean. And now you have to fix it. You can go away if you want. If you’re so selfish that you would rather have your brother killed than surrender yourself to me.”
Dean blinked, the angel’s words sinking in, and suddenly he remembered in quick flashes that everything that the angel was saying was true.
“You tortured souls, Dean, and you liked it. You liked the way they begged, how they cried and screamed, how they quivered under your knife.”
“Shut up.” The angel’s words were the truth, and Dean wished to God it wasn’t so. He didn’t want to hear it, didn’t want it to be real.
“The only way you can ever forget, the only way you can find forgiveness for your actions, is through God, through me.”
Dean felt bile rise in his throat as all of his memories fitted into place, and shit - he had just sucked another guys cock, let him fuck his mouth? He had fucking swallowed his come? Dean felt sick, recognizing the taste in his mouth, and he really wished again he couldn’t remember who he was or what he had done.
“You’re a sick bastard. God wouldn’t want this. He wouldn’t want…” Dean couldn’t even manage to end the sentence, to voice what they had just done. Instead, he just motioned in the direction of Gabriel’s still bare crotch.
“Trust me Dean - everything I do, I do it under his orders. So what’s it gonna be? You’re really backing out of your deal and sentencing your brother to death? Or are you gonna get your act back together?”
TBC.
TBC.