SPN Fic: Sinners and Saints (1/?) (S/D)
This is spur of the moment. I wrote it and I'm thinking of doing a little series of drabble-like things. So here is part 1.
Title: Sinners and Saints
Author: emella
Rating: R
Pairing: Sam/Dean Dean/OMC
Warnings: Undeathfic. And ya know, the whole gay incest thing.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em.
Spoilers: Dead Man's Blood. Eventual General AHBL/Season 3.
Summary: Vampires mate for life. "He tastes like sin..."
Author's notes: I love vampire fic.
He tastes like sin, this boy, this mortal; strapped to this world by rock salt and holy water. He’s got a pistol in his pocket and a knife in his boot, but he tastes like sin.
He struggles as best he can, but I know he can’t break free. He’s strong, a hunter-a fighter, but his screams die in his throat as I suck the life from his body. His fingers twitch in one last struggle and I pull back. His eyes are closed and he’s an inch from death. I hesitate. I could leave him here, dying and drained, another body in another city, but no. This boy tastes like sin and he’s too pretty to die.
My teeth hit the bone as I bite my wrist. I press it to his mouth and the blood trickles over his tongue. Faster than I expect he’s latching onto my wrist, hissing and swallowing, eyes closed in pleasure as he drinks my life’s blood.
He’s my sinner and I’ll be his saint.
Part 2
Title: Sinners and Saints
Author: emella
Rating: R
Pairing: Sam/Dean Dean/OMC
Warnings: Undeathfic. And ya know, the whole gay incest thing.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em.
Spoilers: Dead Man's Blood. Eventual General AHBL/Season 3.
Summary: Vampires mate for life. "He tastes like sin..."
Author's notes: I love vampire fic.
He tastes like sin, this boy, this mortal; strapped to this world by rock salt and holy water. He’s got a pistol in his pocket and a knife in his boot, but he tastes like sin.
He struggles as best he can, but I know he can’t break free. He’s strong, a hunter-a fighter, but his screams die in his throat as I suck the life from his body. His fingers twitch in one last struggle and I pull back. His eyes are closed and he’s an inch from death. I hesitate. I could leave him here, dying and drained, another body in another city, but no. This boy tastes like sin and he’s too pretty to die.
My teeth hit the bone as I bite my wrist. I press it to his mouth and the blood trickles over his tongue. Faster than I expect he’s latching onto my wrist, hissing and swallowing, eyes closed in pleasure as he drinks my life’s blood.
He’s my sinner and I’ll be his saint.
Part 2