SPN: Daddy Issues
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Azazel, Dean, John
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: John-possessed-by-Azazel/Dean
Contains: Dubcon/noncon, incest, sexual situation
Rating: R
Summary: Azazel takes advantage of Dean's weakness. For comment_fic.
Notes: Set pre-canon.
"I know all about you, Dean."
Dean struggles against the invisible force that pins him. It isn't hurting, not yet, not now, but he knows it will. He can taste it. The power is inside him, scraping up against his heart, his lungs, heavy and hot. He can barely catch his breath. "Fuck... fuck you."
"I bet you'd like to, while I'm in this body." The demon moves closer, and a slight caress of power forces Dean's head up. "While I'm in your father's body. Like I said. I know all about you. I know what you want, what you need. I know you won't tell your father what happened while I had him unconscious and squashed down, because you'd have to hide this part from him and you just can't lie to him. Easier to pretend it never happened."
"Fuck you."
"If you really want." The demon grins, twisting the familiar face, the familiar smile, into something unmistakably other. He makes a little motion of his hand and Dean's throat locks up, his entire body pulses with pain. The demon's leaning in close now, so that Dean can taste his breath, catch the scent of sulphur. His voice is John's low rumble. "I know you, Dean."
"So you keep saying."
The demon just grins all the more, using his powers to wrench Dean's legs apart, pinning him harder against the wall. "You're hard, Dean. You're what, twenty-three? Old enough to know better. Definitely old enough. But you want your dear daddy more than anything, don't you? You're hard for him. And it isn't the first time."
"No."
"Can't deny it, Dean. Not when I can see it. Not when I can," and he pauses, he reaches out, cups Dean's cock, "feel it."
"Oh, God."
"You can call me that, if you really want."
"Bastard," Dean hisses, but it breaks off into a moan as the demon touches him, squeezing him roughly through his clothes.
"Now, now, is that any way to speak to your father?" The demon pulls away, releasing his hold on Dean -- both the physical hold and the harsh grip of his power. Dean falls to the floor, legs too weak to hold him up. The demon grins again, cups Dean's face with that familiar-different hand, brushes his thumb over his cheekbone. "Better make it up to me, boy," he says, in John's voice, and Dean can't help his moan.
Main characters: Azazel, Dean, John
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: John-possessed-by-Azazel/Dean
Contains: Dubcon/noncon, incest, sexual situation
Rating: R
Summary: Azazel takes advantage of Dean's weakness. For comment_fic.
Notes: Set pre-canon.
"I know all about you, Dean."
Dean struggles against the invisible force that pins him. It isn't hurting, not yet, not now, but he knows it will. He can taste it. The power is inside him, scraping up against his heart, his lungs, heavy and hot. He can barely catch his breath. "Fuck... fuck you."
"I bet you'd like to, while I'm in this body." The demon moves closer, and a slight caress of power forces Dean's head up. "While I'm in your father's body. Like I said. I know all about you. I know what you want, what you need. I know you won't tell your father what happened while I had him unconscious and squashed down, because you'd have to hide this part from him and you just can't lie to him. Easier to pretend it never happened."
"Fuck you."
"If you really want." The demon grins, twisting the familiar face, the familiar smile, into something unmistakably other. He makes a little motion of his hand and Dean's throat locks up, his entire body pulses with pain. The demon's leaning in close now, so that Dean can taste his breath, catch the scent of sulphur. His voice is John's low rumble. "I know you, Dean."
"So you keep saying."
The demon just grins all the more, using his powers to wrench Dean's legs apart, pinning him harder against the wall. "You're hard, Dean. You're what, twenty-three? Old enough to know better. Definitely old enough. But you want your dear daddy more than anything, don't you? You're hard for him. And it isn't the first time."
"No."
"Can't deny it, Dean. Not when I can see it. Not when I can," and he pauses, he reaches out, cups Dean's cock, "feel it."
"Oh, God."
"You can call me that, if you really want."
"Bastard," Dean hisses, but it breaks off into a moan as the demon touches him, squeezing him roughly through his clothes.
"Now, now, is that any way to speak to your father?" The demon pulls away, releasing his hold on Dean -- both the physical hold and the harsh grip of his power. Dean falls to the floor, legs too weak to hold him up. The demon grins again, cups Dean's face with that familiar-different hand, brushes his thumb over his cheekbone. "Better make it up to me, boy," he says, in John's voice, and Dean can't help his moan.