PrisonBreak/Supernatural Crossover: Sympathetic Tango (Slash)
Title: Sympathetic Tango
Author: HalfshellVenus
Category: PrisonBreak/Supernatural Crossover (Slash)
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Lincoln, Michael, Sam and Dean: the Prison Break and Supernatural brothers meet, and non-brotherly slash evolves (for a change).
Authors Notes: Written for pbreak_drabbles, and expanded from my “Stories I Never Wrote You” challenge ficlet from the prompt by la_folle_allure. Yes, it does break up my OTPs (both of them!), but once in awhile you've got to get out of the box (and have the video camera ready).
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In a bar near the Texas border, two sets of brothers meet. The night is humid, forcing a restless edge to every thought or movement or look.
The two men sitting at the counter are road-weary, but their eyes are watching the room.
"You boys seem to be running," Dean says, the kind of statement that can trigger a fight anywhere but in Texas most of all. Sam stiffens behind him, but uneasy glances are all Dean’s words provoke.
“We were in way over our heads," replies the slender one, his friend squeezing his shoulder.
"Demons?" Dean asks-- as Sam elbows him and gives him a Look.
"No-- government conspiracy," the big one says in a slightly bewildered tone.
Dean shrugs. "Not our thing." He buys them a drink out of sympathy.
The beefy one called Larry is happy to join their table, watching the crowd while friendly half-truths flow from both sides. His pheremones muscle through the air, but he’s a Ladies’ Man for sure.
His brother is named Daniel, and he has the most piercing eyes Dean’s ever seen. Daniel notices everything, chooses his words carefully. His voice is low and smooth, and there’s an unusual formality to him. When Sam opens his laptop and dives in, Daniel’s face flickers briefly (longing for the computer, or surprise at Sam’s rudeness?), but he draws no attention to Sam’s behavior. Larry lets Dean and Daniel carry the conversation, drinking quietly while Sam browses and types.
Soon Dean challenges Daniel to a game of pool, their styles a match of confidence and cool strategy. They tease and best each other, trading too-long glances, bumping shoulders as they trash-talk in fun. Too often they get caught enjoying the view as they bend in turns over the table to line up their shots, the room spinning and getting smaller as they go.
Before long, they slip out into the alley behind a dumpster. Looking becomes touching, becomes a-breath-a-kiss-a-crossing-of-that-line. Intensity meets tenacity up against the immoveable brick of the wall, a wordless accord of desire and need exchanged in the code of lips and hands.
A journey of Yes begins and ends in a flurry of mouths and moans as they give themselves over to the heat, the danger, and the light of the watching moon.
Daniel’s hands are scraping against brick, his insides shaking, sated and sore. But the jagged, glistening stream in front of him recalls his burning, breaking pleasure and Dean shifts him, zips him gently. They turn, swollen lips meeting and completing the arc of that trailing, sharp-edged thrill.
So wrongly perfect, so achingly full, this moment was stolen out of missions, schemes and transience.
The last kiss is strong-grateful, apologetic-as they drift back inside to the waiting music.
Their brothers will find them before long, and they’ll head off to motels or the open road. They’ll part like the strangers they began, leaving this potential lying in the gritty pathway of moonlight and darkness back behind them.
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For those who asked, Lincoln/Sam had a tiny interlude in the 3rd drabble in this Supernatural "Crossover Drabbles" post.
Author: HalfshellVenus
Category: PrisonBreak/Supernatural Crossover (Slash)
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Lincoln, Michael, Sam and Dean: the Prison Break and Supernatural brothers meet, and non-brotherly slash evolves (for a change).
Authors Notes: Written for pbreak_drabbles, and expanded from my “Stories I Never Wrote You” challenge ficlet from the prompt by la_folle_allure. Yes, it does break up my OTPs (both of them!), but once in awhile you've got to get out of the box (and have the video camera ready).
x-x-x-x-x
In a bar near the Texas border, two sets of brothers meet. The night is humid, forcing a restless edge to every thought or movement or look.
The two men sitting at the counter are road-weary, but their eyes are watching the room.
"You boys seem to be running," Dean says, the kind of statement that can trigger a fight anywhere but in Texas most of all. Sam stiffens behind him, but uneasy glances are all Dean’s words provoke.
“We were in way over our heads," replies the slender one, his friend squeezing his shoulder.
"Demons?" Dean asks-- as Sam elbows him and gives him a Look.
"No-- government conspiracy," the big one says in a slightly bewildered tone.
Dean shrugs. "Not our thing." He buys them a drink out of sympathy.
The beefy one called Larry is happy to join their table, watching the crowd while friendly half-truths flow from both sides. His pheremones muscle through the air, but he’s a Ladies’ Man for sure.
His brother is named Daniel, and he has the most piercing eyes Dean’s ever seen. Daniel notices everything, chooses his words carefully. His voice is low and smooth, and there’s an unusual formality to him. When Sam opens his laptop and dives in, Daniel’s face flickers briefly (longing for the computer, or surprise at Sam’s rudeness?), but he draws no attention to Sam’s behavior. Larry lets Dean and Daniel carry the conversation, drinking quietly while Sam browses and types.
Soon Dean challenges Daniel to a game of pool, their styles a match of confidence and cool strategy. They tease and best each other, trading too-long glances, bumping shoulders as they trash-talk in fun. Too often they get caught enjoying the view as they bend in turns over the table to line up their shots, the room spinning and getting smaller as they go.
Before long, they slip out into the alley behind a dumpster. Looking becomes touching, becomes a-breath-a-kiss-a-crossing-of-that-line. Intensity meets tenacity up against the immoveable brick of the wall, a wordless accord of desire and need exchanged in the code of lips and hands.
A journey of Yes begins and ends in a flurry of mouths and moans as they give themselves over to the heat, the danger, and the light of the watching moon.
Daniel’s hands are scraping against brick, his insides shaking, sated and sore. But the jagged, glistening stream in front of him recalls his burning, breaking pleasure and Dean shifts him, zips him gently. They turn, swollen lips meeting and completing the arc of that trailing, sharp-edged thrill.
So wrongly perfect, so achingly full, this moment was stolen out of missions, schemes and transience.
The last kiss is strong-grateful, apologetic-as they drift back inside to the waiting music.
Their brothers will find them before long, and they’ll head off to motels or the open road. They’ll part like the strangers they began, leaving this potential lying in the gritty pathway of moonlight and darkness back behind them.
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For those who asked, Lincoln/Sam had a tiny interlude in the 3rd drabble in this Supernatural "Crossover Drabbles" post.