Ain't Nothing Gentle
Title: Ain't Nothing Gentle
Author: guardiancastiel
Pairing: Sam/Adam
Genre: Drama. Angst. S & M themes.
Rating: R
Word Count: 640
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I do not make profit from this.
Warnings: Some disturbing instances, S & M themes, incest, violence.
Summary: Soulessness affects people in different ways. For Sam it's the violence. For Adam it's emotional detachment. This is what you get when you put them together.
A/N: This ficlet was partly inspired by a Law and Order : SVU episode called Dominance about two homicidal male siblings involved in an incestuous relationship and also partly inspired by another fic I'm working on.
“Put your hands on the wall,” Sam rasps from the bed where he’s sitting.
The motel room is dimly lit and when Adam gets up from his position next to Sam, he can’t believe how heavy his feet feel as he drags them over to the wall opposite him.
And he feels so tired and the blood that had gushed from his nose earlier that night has dried on his upper lip and it cracks as he purses his mouth. He cringes a little when he raises his arms and rests his palms against the cold hard wall, he knows his torso has begun to bruise from the blows he sustained from the hunt.
“Spread you legs,” he hears Sam barely say and he complies. His thighs burn and then he remembers that Sam still has a gun in his hand.
Adam can picture him holding it loosely and then gripping it tightly when he does what Sam says. And Adam wants to be scared, but that’s an emotion he’s not sure he’s capable of anymore. He could pretend, but that would mean that he cared.
He’s not scared when Sam gets up and stands behind him. His heart rate barely even speeds up when he feels the cold steel of the gun being pressed against the back of his head.
The only thing he does feel is Sam’s other hand, the one not holding the gun, the one making it’s way up into his shirt feeling at the beginnings of his manhandle. It surprises him how warm the man’s hand is and how, yet, it still makes him shiver in all the best possible ways.
Adam steps back a little, hoping that maybe his backside will come in contact with Sam’s crotch.
It does.
And when it does, he gets the butt of the gun bashed against his head so hard, his forehead hit’s the wall. He blacks out a little, and he suspects he’ll wake up with another bruise there, maybe a small cut and a throbbing headache. It doesn’t concern him at the moment.
“Keep your hands on the wall,” Sam spits out.
Adam nods weakly and Sam continues. The older man snakes his hand down to the button of Adam’s jeans and then works at the zipper, loosening the denim enough to fit his hand down the front.
Sam isn’t hesitant. He presses up against the younger man and begins to grind into him at the same time he begins to jerk Adam’s dick.
Sam isn’t gentle. Adam doesn’t want him to be, because there ain’t nothing gentle about either of them. He moans into the wall and bites onto his bottom lip as he pushes back into Sam. He can feel Sam’s erection and he wishes that the denim of their jeans weren’t so thick so he could feel it better.
He almost forgot about the gun till he heard the click of the trigger being pulled. Adam didn’t know if he was lucky that the magazine and the barrel were empty, or if he was shit out of luck.
His thoughts were a haze at the moment. Between the explosion of ecstasy he was feeling at his brother’s fingertips and frightening level emotional detachment he had let himself reach, he was stuck between his brother and a hard place.
A position he was certain he didn’t want to move from.
He can hear the trigger of the gun being pulled over again and over again till it’s low din is muffled out by the sound of his climaxing into Sam’s hand. His cries were stifled by the wall and he was sure he would’ve collapsed if Sam weren’t still holding him.
“Next time it’ll be loaded,” Sam growls into his ear.
Adam believes him, he just hopes that they’ll be naked for that round.
Author: guardiancastiel
Pairing: Sam/Adam
Genre: Drama. Angst. S & M themes.
Rating: R
Word Count: 640
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I do not make profit from this.
Warnings: Some disturbing instances, S & M themes, incest, violence.
Summary: Soulessness affects people in different ways. For Sam it's the violence. For Adam it's emotional detachment. This is what you get when you put them together.
A/N: This ficlet was partly inspired by a Law and Order : SVU episode called Dominance about two homicidal male siblings involved in an incestuous relationship and also partly inspired by another fic I'm working on.
“Put your hands on the wall,” Sam rasps from the bed where he’s sitting.
The motel room is dimly lit and when Adam gets up from his position next to Sam, he can’t believe how heavy his feet feel as he drags them over to the wall opposite him.
And he feels so tired and the blood that had gushed from his nose earlier that night has dried on his upper lip and it cracks as he purses his mouth. He cringes a little when he raises his arms and rests his palms against the cold hard wall, he knows his torso has begun to bruise from the blows he sustained from the hunt.
“Spread you legs,” he hears Sam barely say and he complies. His thighs burn and then he remembers that Sam still has a gun in his hand.
Adam can picture him holding it loosely and then gripping it tightly when he does what Sam says. And Adam wants to be scared, but that’s an emotion he’s not sure he’s capable of anymore. He could pretend, but that would mean that he cared.
He’s not scared when Sam gets up and stands behind him. His heart rate barely even speeds up when he feels the cold steel of the gun being pressed against the back of his head.
The only thing he does feel is Sam’s other hand, the one not holding the gun, the one making it’s way up into his shirt feeling at the beginnings of his manhandle. It surprises him how warm the man’s hand is and how, yet, it still makes him shiver in all the best possible ways.
Adam steps back a little, hoping that maybe his backside will come in contact with Sam’s crotch.
It does.
And when it does, he gets the butt of the gun bashed against his head so hard, his forehead hit’s the wall. He blacks out a little, and he suspects he’ll wake up with another bruise there, maybe a small cut and a throbbing headache. It doesn’t concern him at the moment.
“Keep your hands on the wall,” Sam spits out.
Adam nods weakly and Sam continues. The older man snakes his hand down to the button of Adam’s jeans and then works at the zipper, loosening the denim enough to fit his hand down the front.
Sam isn’t hesitant. He presses up against the younger man and begins to grind into him at the same time he begins to jerk Adam’s dick.
Sam isn’t gentle. Adam doesn’t want him to be, because there ain’t nothing gentle about either of them. He moans into the wall and bites onto his bottom lip as he pushes back into Sam. He can feel Sam’s erection and he wishes that the denim of their jeans weren’t so thick so he could feel it better.
He almost forgot about the gun till he heard the click of the trigger being pulled. Adam didn’t know if he was lucky that the magazine and the barrel were empty, or if he was shit out of luck.
His thoughts were a haze at the moment. Between the explosion of ecstasy he was feeling at his brother’s fingertips and frightening level emotional detachment he had let himself reach, he was stuck between his brother and a hard place.
A position he was certain he didn’t want to move from.
He can hear the trigger of the gun being pulled over again and over again till it’s low din is muffled out by the sound of his climaxing into Sam’s hand. His cries were stifled by the wall and he was sure he would’ve collapsed if Sam weren’t still holding him.
“Next time it’ll be loaded,” Sam growls into his ear.
Adam believes him, he just hopes that they’ll be naked for that round.