Exodus 1/1
Title: Exodus 1/1
Pairing: Sam/Alec
Rating: NC-17
Note: Sam's 18 and Alec's 21. I've only seen parts of Dark Angel so this is a BIG AU, and DA takes place back in 2001 instead of 2019. Also there was no Pulse.
Summary: Sam's first true solo hunt doesn't go exactly as planned.
Disclaimer: They're mine. My fortune cookie said so.
Author's Notes: After joining the Sam/Alec fanlisting Hunter and Hunted I had to write this. Although my name's not on it yet xD
Title taken from an Evanescence song
It was nearly ten o’clock, the clear the night sky broken by a few wispy clouds and as they passed over the full moon Sam was reminded of those old black and white horror movies.
The only sounds in the forest were the rustle of leaves and the snap of twigs beneath his boots. He clutched his gun in his hand; finger loose at the trigger. He listened intently to every sound around him from owls to crickets to the wind rustling the leaves. Lightning bugs flashed like little bulbs in the darkness, dancing around the bushes and for an instant Sam was lost in memories of when he and Dean used to chase after them as kids.
Dragged from his reverie by the cry of an animal Sam froze in his tracks. He turned slightly to the left then crouched down, easing forward to rest his hand against the rough bark of an oak tree.
His slanted hazel eyes narrowed to zero in on a large figure hunched over the sprawled corpse of a female deer. The silver streaks of moonlight drifting through the canopy of trees gave Sam a perfect view of black, coarse fur. Large, sharp, red-stained teeth dragged the flesh from the deer’s bones to be devoured amongst growls and slurping.
The werewolf’s body stiffened as Sam cocked his gun; crimson eyes focused on him when he stepped around the tree with the weapon held aimed and ready. The creature snarled, the deer’s innards that had not been properly chewed spewing out its open mouth to splatter the dead leaves on the ground.
Sam twisted his lips in disgust, and as the werewolf crouched to attack he hastily pulled the trigger. The silver bullet struck the creature between it’s eyes, sending it flying backwards from the force of the impact.
The brunet moved around the deer’s half-consumed corpse while his eyes carefully never left the werewolf in case it wasn’t really dead. The animal remained still, it’s claws still extended from the intended and failed attack. Even sprawled out on the ground Sam could tell that had it been on it’s hind legs it would be as tall as he was, the body bulky and muscular with wide shoulders and a thick tail.
Sam had been on werewolf hunts with John before but had never been allowed to get that close even after the animal was dead.
He hastily spun around as a ferocious growl came from behind him but had no time to react as a body slammed into his. Sam went down hard, his gun knocked from his hand and the wind knocked from his lungs. He gasped instinctively, his hands shooting up to keep the bulky body as far away from him as possible.
The second werewolf bared it’s full weight down on him sending pain shooting through his abdomen. Drool splattering down from it’s snapping jaws in a sticky spray to smear hotly across his face and neck.
Sam clamped a hand against the wolf’s throat, his muscles straining as he tried to hold it back while avoiding the claws that swiped and dug at him. Sam could see the gun out of the corner of his eyes from where it lay a few feet away, but in order to reach it he’d have to release his hold on the werewolf. He fought down the urge to panic, but as the animal smelled the instinctive fear on him it became more bloodthirsty.
Sam cried out as the claws found their mark, tearing deep into the skin of his arm through his jacket.
Then suddenly the werewolf was flying off of him, a loud yelp leaving it as it hit the ground and slid into the base of a thick tree. A hand clasped to his bleeding shoulder, Sam scrambled to his feet as a figure attacked the werewolf, kicking it in the face with enough force to send the beast stumbling. The werewolf shook it’s massive head, more spittle flying. It lifted itself to it’s hind legs and released a loud, drawn out howl.
The stranger simply smirked, looking delighted as he flexed his fingers. “Not a wasted day after all,” he murmured to himself. Then louder he said, “c’mon, flea bag. I ain’t got all damn night.”
The werewolf snarled and pounced, landing hard enough to shake the ground as the stranger moved out of the way just in time. Not giving the werewolf a chance to try again, he turned sharply and punched hard right in the creature’s ribs. It stumbled to the side, one large paw clenched at the point of impact then was sent flying again as the stranger aimed a kick to the side of it’s jaw.
Sam watched the display in shock. He’d never seen anyone move that powerfully or that fast, and the hunter inside of him proclaimed that no way would the man fighting be anywhere near human. A demon, maybe. But no human.
Blood trickling through his fingers, Sam grabbed his gun off the ground and aimed. Once the werewolf was clear from the other man he fired.
“Aww,” the other man pursed his lips at the fallen creature, then glanced at Sam, “spoil all my fun why don’t you.”
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“Fuck!” Sam grunted, his bloody fingers slipping on a bottle of Jack Daniels as the needle dragged through his skin again.
“Hold still will you?” his rescuer grumbled. “Such a damn baby.”
Shortly after the two werewolves were finally dead, he’d introduced himself as Alec, told Sam that he sucked at fighting, then offered to stitch up his wound.
“Not all of us are super human like you,” Sam retorted around clenched teeth. No matter how many times he’d been sewed up it never got any better. “What the hell are you, anyway?”
“You mean besides the guy who saved your ass?”
“I was handling it just fine!”
“Was that before or after you almost became dog food?”
Sam sneered then downed another gulp of alcohol. “Shut up. My biggest worry right now is becoming one of those things.”
Alec regarded him silently for a moment, then tugged the thread securely and tied it off. He wasn’t even exactly sure what that ‘thing’ had been, exactly. Alec had been sent by Max and Logan to check it out after they’d heard about the attacks, fearing that whatever was doing them had been a project of Manticore’s but upon inspecting the corpses he hadn’t found any barcode on them.
Okay, so that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Joshua didn’t have a barcode. Still, Alec had a feeling that whatever that thing had been, it wasn’t made in a lab.
Instead of answering, he grinned at Sam.
“Want to check out the bar?”
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“So are you going to tell what you are now?”
The man turned away from his watch on the pool tables and set down his beer bottle. “Alec McDowell, normal upstanding citizen.”
“You’re lying.”
Alec grinned. “What, you don’t trust this handsome face?”
“Not in the slightest.”
“Aww.” He leaned back on his chair, eyeing Sam with a cocky grin and a raised eyebrow. “Here I am, after saving your pretty hide and buying you a beer, and still you insult me? That hurts, kiddo.”
Sam snorted and nursed his beer bottle. All of his hunter instincts told him that he shouldn’t even be conversing with Alec but the man did save his life. Plus Sam had already proven to himself that he wasn’t demonic in any way. He’d done the standard “Christo” test, and all Alec had done was give him a funny look.
A few college kids were at the bar in Stanford sweatshirts, talking loudly to each other as they laughed and drank and Sam’s attention was drawn to them somewhat wistfully. He’d had a brief desire to go to college, forget all about the hunter life he’d been raised into and be Joe Normal for a while.
But he and his father were the last members of his family left. He couldn’t just leave, despite all of their loud fights and the tension that rose high between them whenever the anniversary of Dean’s death approached. Dean had been dead for twelve years and Sam still hated himself over it.
So like it or not, the eighteen year old was in the family business and he would keep going. For a father he was constantly at odds with. For a mother he didn’t even remember. And for a brother he still loved more than anything.
Sam had worked with his father and Bobby on hunts since he was fourteen so after four years he knew what to do by heart. The first step was always to talk to the victims’ families and friends, then to get a look at the crime scene and to try to find any clues as to what happened.
As such Sam had to take on the persona of a cop, or a priest, or sometimes a federal agent. Anything to get the job done. The impala’s glove compartment had a box in it that was full of fake Ids Sam had made himself. Despite his young age people had a tendency to believe him once he flashed a piece of plastic with his picture on it at them.
The town had thankfully been small, so it was easy for Sam to carry around a badge claiming he was a state trooper and interviewing people for information.
Most of the people were eager to talk to him, desperate to find out what had been killing people. The mayor hadn’t wanted to make a big deal of it, claiming that it was a rabid dog that had been taken care of but when Sam had asked to see the records of the animal’s attack, he was rebuffed. The mayor’s real desire was to keep the small bit of tourism that it had - people coming to see the glass case that held a potato chip that was supposedly in the shape of President Lincoln’s head.
The werewolves had killed at least five people before Sam had begun the hunt. But now they were dead, the hunt was over, and he could move onto the next town.
A kick to his shin brought Sam’s focus back and he hissed in pain as he glared at his companion.
“Sorry,” Alec said, looking anything but. “You were zoning out. I was afraid I’d have to move onto drastic measures.”
“And kicking me wasn’t one of them?” Sam asked dryly, rubbing at the forming bruise.
“Nope. Besides that was a light tap.”
The younger man rolled his eyes. He finished his beer with one last gulp, then stood and saluted Alec with two fingers. “Thanks for the saving and the stitching and the beer.” Not waiting for a response he made his way out of the crowded bar.
It was upon reaching the gravel parking lot that he realized the other man had trailed him out.
“What the hell are you, a puppy?” Sam groused. “Stop following me.”
Alec grinned amusedly. “Are you going to go play Animal Control again? Because that was fun.”
“Has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?”
“All the time. Doesn’t mean I listen though. C’mon, Sammy. The night is young. Don’t you want to play anymore?”
“Don’t call me that, Alec. I wasn’t playing, okay? It was a job.”
“So you do work for Animal Control.”
Sam had never before wanted to punch someone in the face as much as he did right at that moment. Alec’s pretty features or no. His fingers curled into a fist, but instead of giving into the sweet temptation he simply snorted and continued on his way towards where the car was waiting.
“This is yours?” There was complete awe in Alec’s voice as he took in the sight of the Impala. He ran his fingers over her waxed black paint, his face alight like a kid’s on Christmas morning. “Did you steal it?”
“She was my dad’s. Now stop fondling her, it’s getting obscene.”
Alec looked up from where both of his hands were caressing over the Impala’s hood and he grinned. “Jealous?”
“You wish. Now I suggest you get the hell out of the way before I run you over.”
He climbed behind the wheel, and was surprised that Alec listened to him and moved. The annoyance was back, however, when the other man simply climbed into the passenger side. Alec whistled in appreciation as he took in the interior, studying all the buttons and the feel of the leather seats.
“Nice!”
Sam leaned forward and banged his forehead against the steering wheel. What the hell did he do to deserve this? “What can I do to get rid of you?”
When there was no answer, Sam turned his head to look at his companion only to find Alec’s face inches from his own. Sam yelped in surprise and instinctively yanked himself back, a loud thud echoing in the car as his head smacked against the window.
Alec laughed. “No wonder that thing got the drop on you. You’re kind of oblivious.”
“There was only supposed to be one, damn smartass.” Sam rubbed the back of his head. “Plus you move so freaking silently. Are you for real?”
Alec’s eyes flashed dark for a moment but before Sam could figure out why the look was gone. His full lips twisted into a predatory smile, quirked up more on one side. Slowly, he moved closer to Sam on the long seat, the leather squeaking beneath his butt.
“Would you like to find out?” Alec murmured heatedly, reaching up to tangle his fingers into Sam’s soft, slightly curled hair.
Sam swallowed. He’d been with men before, quickly learning by the time he was sixteen that he enjoyed the company of both genders, but he hadn’t been with many. They’d moved around too much when he was younger.
Once Sam graduated they still continued to constantly go from place to place, and without the benefit of school it was even harder for him to get to know people. He wasn’t really into the fuck ‘em and leave ‘em attitude, so since becoming eighteen his sexual encounters were limited.
Plus the nagging fact that he knew nothing about Alec; still didn’t know why he’d been so fast or so strong and getting into a compromising position with him was bound to be the stupidest thing that Sam had ever done.
Sexy as hell, but stupid.
Instead of letting Sam continue to mull it over, Alec took the initiative and yanked him into a kiss. There was nothing tentative about it - it was raw and intense, filled with nothing but need.
Sam gave in - opening his mouth to Alec’s questing tongue and tangling his own around it. His hands moved to the other man’s chest, fingers stroking over his nipples and Alec moaned in his mouth as they hardened beneath his shirt.
He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to Sam’s throat, sucking and biting at the flesh leaving desperate marks behind.
In the parking lot of the bar the chance of being caught was so damn high but Sam couldn’t think about anything but removing their clothes. Fabric stretched and pulled, threatening to rip but when their naked skin finally touched, it was like all the flood gates had opened and their movements became even more animalistic.
Sam had never felt such desire before; not with anyone he had been with and it was like a drug and he wanted so much more.
The front seat of the car was no place for sex, especially with both of them being over six feet in height, so Sam’s body ached from the uncomfortable position of lying on his back across the seat. The belt buckle dug into his lower back and his right leg was quickly beginning to ach from its position hooked over the back of the seat.
His neck was at an odd angle and his sweaty palm was slipping against the steering wheel.
But none of that mattered as Alec thrust hard and fast in and out of Sam’s body. They moaned in unison every time the thick girth penetrated Sam’s ass, going so deep that their skin smacked loudly and rhythmically together.
“Oh yeah,” Alec moaned, one hand braced against the seat beside Sam’s waist. His other slid up and down the younger man’s cock in time with the pump of his hips, keeping in perfect sync as he dragged his hand from root to tip. “Mmm.. So fucking tight, baby.”
The impala rocked beneath them, and that coupled with the fogged windows made it completely obvious as to what was going on inside to anyone who happened to look.
Sam cupped his hand around the back of Alec’s neck, yanking him down into a mind-numbing kiss that was just as hard as their fucking. They bit at each other’s mouths and licked to sooth the sting left behind, their tongues delving together in a mockery of what was going on beneath their waists.
None of Sam’s male lovers had ever made him feel so damn full. The head of Alec’s dick was giving his prostate a brutal beating, and Sam’s own erection steadily leaked precome in response to each slam.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he muttered feverishly against Alec’s mouth, a line of saliva connecting their swollen lips. He threw his head back against the window, chestnut hair dragging across the condensation on the glass in streaks. “Damn it, Alec! Fuck me harder!”
“Pushy bottom,” Alec grunted, his husky voice sounding both impressed and annoyed.
He yanked out of Sam, his dick standing hard and dripping against his body, and quickly flipped him over. Sam immediately got up on his hands and knees, letting his head drop to sooth the pain in his neck.
Hands gripped his hips, and he cried out as Alec’s thick cock slammed back into him. The other man’s heavy balls brushed against Sam’s with each thrust, and Sam held his weight on one hand so that the other could stroke his own cock with the other.
Alec’s fingers clutched bruises into Sam’s flanks. He watched the younger man’s shoulder move, making it obvious what he was doing beneath their bodies. Even more turned on, Alec’s green eyes trailed down the length of Sam’s spine to follow droplets of sweat to where the other man’s ass was swallowing his cock again and again. Mesmerized, Alec focused on the way the puckered entrance stretched to accommodate him.
He pulled out all the way, then shoved back in, moaning as Sam’s body gripped him so damn perfectly.
He knew when he’d first seen the younger man that he’d be a fantastic fuck, but the reality was so much better. The need to have was what had first drawn Alec in and made him follow Sam around.
He wanted and knew he had to have.
Since eavesdropping and finding out that Sam was after the creatures that Alec had come to find too, he figured he’d simply let him do all of the work. After all Sam seemed to know what he was doing, with the interviews and the fake id.
No way was the kid a cop. Young age aside Alec had lied enough in his life to tell another liar right off the bat.
After they’d gone into the forest, Alec’s intention was still to let Sam do the dirty work and then when he was gone he’d check out the back of the creature’s neck. And after that, he planned on finding Sam and bending him over the nearest available surface.
But as soon as the second creature had shown up and knocked Sam to the ground, Alec had charged in without much thought. He was good at fights - like it or not it’s what he was born to do.
The thrill of it had been exhilarating, and it gave him perfect opportunity to just check the creatures right there and then.
Mission accomplished.
He’d done both the things he’d come to do. Find out if the creatures were from Manticore, which they had not been, and pound the hell out of Sam’s tight ass.
Alec was dragged back to the present as Sam came with a long, drawn out moan. His body tensed around Alec’s dick as he emptied into his own hand, and Alec thrust hard a few more times before coming hard into Sam’s body.
“Knew you’d be amazing,” he breathed out, easing his softening length from Sam’s ass.
Droplets of his semen eased out of the used hole, and without even thinking about it Alec used his fingers to push the thick cream back inside with a possessive thought of “mine”.
They panted for a moment then Alec leaned over and pressed a kiss to the middle of Sam’s back.
“Wanna go again?”
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Sam awoke as the sun streamed in through the slit between the motel room curtains, and a hand lazily stroking his morning erection. He moaned and rocked into it, then back into the hard cock that was nestled in the crack of his ass.
He shifted and shoved his companion onto his back, following with trailed kisses down a flat stomach to the nestle of dark curls at the base of Alec’s dick. He took the bulbous head into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue into the slit and was rewarded with a groan of approval and fingers tangling into his hair.
Alec cupped the sides of Sam’s head, dragging his mouth slowly up and down as his hips gave shallow thrusts. After their fuck in the car, they had come back to Sam’s room and had spent the night alternating between sleep and sex.
Alec couldn’t get enough to Sam’s mouth and ass, the taste of his skin and the feel of the sweat that coated his lithe body. None of his other lovers had ever come close to dragging this much desire and want from him; especially not so many times in a row.
When his cock was thoroughly wet and dripping from a combination of precome and saliva, Alec dragged Sam off.
The younger man climbed up his body, grasped Alec’s dick with one hand and slowly sat on it taking the thickness into his already stretched and aching hole.
It hurt, but it hurt so damn good. Sam never wanted to stop. He wanted to continue to feel Alec in him when they eventually parted ways. Wanted to squirm on the seat as he drove, each movement sending a pang of ache through him as Alec’s semen leaked out of his body to soak his underwear.
Sam’s body writhed and rocked on top of him, his muscles moving beneath his skin as he arched his back and bounced harder and faster on the cock inside of him.
Alec spread his legs a little more, knees bent and feet planted against the mattress. He rocked up as Sam came down, forcing himself further and rougher into his lover’s pliant body.
His hand dragged over Sam’s chest, fingers playing with red and sensitive nipples before moving down over a quivering stomach.
Sam’s cock was straining up against his belly and as Alec wrapped his fingers around it Sam moaned and moved even harder.
After their marathon fucking session, neither of them was able to last long and within moments they were coming in almost perfect sync.
“You’re something else,” Alec said, his throat dry and voice hoarse. “I think I want to keep you.”
Sam chuckled, easing off Alec’s softening dick and flopping, boneless, to the mattress beside him. “I’m not a pet.”
“You could be,” Alec offered playfully. “I’ll even let you wear a collar.”
“I’m sure you would.” Feeling exhausted but happily sated, Sam closed his eyes ready to drift off again.
“What do you really do, Sam?” Alec draped his arm over him possessively. “What were those things we killed?”
“So you don’t really believe I’m Animal Control?” he smirked.
“Hardly. Unless there’s some doggy steroids going around that I don’t know about.”
Sam was used to trying to explain the supernatural to those who had never truly experienced it. Sometimes people believed him, but sometimes they didn’t even after seeing a phenomenon for their own. People were trained from a very young age that such things just could not exist, so even faced with the reality of it some of them just couldn’t get passed what they had been brought up to believe.
“They were werewolves,” he stated matter-of-factly. Sometimes it was better to just spit it out. “My dad and I had been tracking them for some time before he let me go after them on my own. Well, if we had known there was two he probably wouldn’t have.”
Alec wanted to laugh at the absurdness of it. Werewolves, seriously? Still, he’d seen and actually was a member of something that people would never understand or believe. So it wasn’t that much of a stretch, really.
“So this, hunting werewolves, is what you and your dad do?”
“Not just werewolves. We hunt anything that needs to be. Anything supernatural and dangerous.”
There was a long stretch of silence, and once again as Sam started to fall asleep Alec chose to talk again.
“I want to go with you.”
Sam’s eyes snapped open and he looked at him incredulously. “What?”
“I want to go with you,” Alec repeated. “I want to hunt, too.”
He didn’t want to go back to Max and the others. Even though he got along better with them now than he had at the beginning, he would never truly belong and they all knew it. He and Max came from the same place, but she was more accepted for who she was than he would ever be.
But with Sam, hunting for things that Alec wanted to see for himself, he knew that he would find a place.
“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” Sam warned. “This life, Alec? It never stops. Day after day, all there is, is hunting. There’s always another ghost to salt and burn, a demon to exorcise, a monster to slay. As soon as one dies, there’s always another ready to take it’s place.”
“Good.” Alec smiled and leaned over, kissing Sam long and hard. “I love to play.”
END
Pairing: Sam/Alec
Rating: NC-17
Note: Sam's 18 and Alec's 21. I've only seen parts of Dark Angel so this is a BIG AU, and DA takes place back in 2001 instead of 2019. Also there was no Pulse.
Summary: Sam's first true solo hunt doesn't go exactly as planned.
Disclaimer: They're mine. My fortune cookie said so.
Author's Notes: After joining the Sam/Alec fanlisting Hunter and Hunted I had to write this. Although my name's not on it yet xD
Title taken from an Evanescence song
It was nearly ten o’clock, the clear the night sky broken by a few wispy clouds and as they passed over the full moon Sam was reminded of those old black and white horror movies.
The only sounds in the forest were the rustle of leaves and the snap of twigs beneath his boots. He clutched his gun in his hand; finger loose at the trigger. He listened intently to every sound around him from owls to crickets to the wind rustling the leaves. Lightning bugs flashed like little bulbs in the darkness, dancing around the bushes and for an instant Sam was lost in memories of when he and Dean used to chase after them as kids.
Dragged from his reverie by the cry of an animal Sam froze in his tracks. He turned slightly to the left then crouched down, easing forward to rest his hand against the rough bark of an oak tree.
His slanted hazel eyes narrowed to zero in on a large figure hunched over the sprawled corpse of a female deer. The silver streaks of moonlight drifting through the canopy of trees gave Sam a perfect view of black, coarse fur. Large, sharp, red-stained teeth dragged the flesh from the deer’s bones to be devoured amongst growls and slurping.
The werewolf’s body stiffened as Sam cocked his gun; crimson eyes focused on him when he stepped around the tree with the weapon held aimed and ready. The creature snarled, the deer’s innards that had not been properly chewed spewing out its open mouth to splatter the dead leaves on the ground.
Sam twisted his lips in disgust, and as the werewolf crouched to attack he hastily pulled the trigger. The silver bullet struck the creature between it’s eyes, sending it flying backwards from the force of the impact.
The brunet moved around the deer’s half-consumed corpse while his eyes carefully never left the werewolf in case it wasn’t really dead. The animal remained still, it’s claws still extended from the intended and failed attack. Even sprawled out on the ground Sam could tell that had it been on it’s hind legs it would be as tall as he was, the body bulky and muscular with wide shoulders and a thick tail.
Sam had been on werewolf hunts with John before but had never been allowed to get that close even after the animal was dead.
He hastily spun around as a ferocious growl came from behind him but had no time to react as a body slammed into his. Sam went down hard, his gun knocked from his hand and the wind knocked from his lungs. He gasped instinctively, his hands shooting up to keep the bulky body as far away from him as possible.
The second werewolf bared it’s full weight down on him sending pain shooting through his abdomen. Drool splattering down from it’s snapping jaws in a sticky spray to smear hotly across his face and neck.
Sam clamped a hand against the wolf’s throat, his muscles straining as he tried to hold it back while avoiding the claws that swiped and dug at him. Sam could see the gun out of the corner of his eyes from where it lay a few feet away, but in order to reach it he’d have to release his hold on the werewolf. He fought down the urge to panic, but as the animal smelled the instinctive fear on him it became more bloodthirsty.
Sam cried out as the claws found their mark, tearing deep into the skin of his arm through his jacket.
Then suddenly the werewolf was flying off of him, a loud yelp leaving it as it hit the ground and slid into the base of a thick tree. A hand clasped to his bleeding shoulder, Sam scrambled to his feet as a figure attacked the werewolf, kicking it in the face with enough force to send the beast stumbling. The werewolf shook it’s massive head, more spittle flying. It lifted itself to it’s hind legs and released a loud, drawn out howl.
The stranger simply smirked, looking delighted as he flexed his fingers. “Not a wasted day after all,” he murmured to himself. Then louder he said, “c’mon, flea bag. I ain’t got all damn night.”
The werewolf snarled and pounced, landing hard enough to shake the ground as the stranger moved out of the way just in time. Not giving the werewolf a chance to try again, he turned sharply and punched hard right in the creature’s ribs. It stumbled to the side, one large paw clenched at the point of impact then was sent flying again as the stranger aimed a kick to the side of it’s jaw.
Sam watched the display in shock. He’d never seen anyone move that powerfully or that fast, and the hunter inside of him proclaimed that no way would the man fighting be anywhere near human. A demon, maybe. But no human.
Blood trickling through his fingers, Sam grabbed his gun off the ground and aimed. Once the werewolf was clear from the other man he fired.
“Aww,” the other man pursed his lips at the fallen creature, then glanced at Sam, “spoil all my fun why don’t you.”
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“Fuck!” Sam grunted, his bloody fingers slipping on a bottle of Jack Daniels as the needle dragged through his skin again.
“Hold still will you?” his rescuer grumbled. “Such a damn baby.”
Shortly after the two werewolves were finally dead, he’d introduced himself as Alec, told Sam that he sucked at fighting, then offered to stitch up his wound.
“Not all of us are super human like you,” Sam retorted around clenched teeth. No matter how many times he’d been sewed up it never got any better. “What the hell are you, anyway?”
“You mean besides the guy who saved your ass?”
“I was handling it just fine!”
“Was that before or after you almost became dog food?”
Sam sneered then downed another gulp of alcohol. “Shut up. My biggest worry right now is becoming one of those things.”
Alec regarded him silently for a moment, then tugged the thread securely and tied it off. He wasn’t even exactly sure what that ‘thing’ had been, exactly. Alec had been sent by Max and Logan to check it out after they’d heard about the attacks, fearing that whatever was doing them had been a project of Manticore’s but upon inspecting the corpses he hadn’t found any barcode on them.
Okay, so that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Joshua didn’t have a barcode. Still, Alec had a feeling that whatever that thing had been, it wasn’t made in a lab.
Instead of answering, he grinned at Sam.
“Want to check out the bar?”
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“So are you going to tell what you are now?”
The man turned away from his watch on the pool tables and set down his beer bottle. “Alec McDowell, normal upstanding citizen.”
“You’re lying.”
Alec grinned. “What, you don’t trust this handsome face?”
“Not in the slightest.”
“Aww.” He leaned back on his chair, eyeing Sam with a cocky grin and a raised eyebrow. “Here I am, after saving your pretty hide and buying you a beer, and still you insult me? That hurts, kiddo.”
Sam snorted and nursed his beer bottle. All of his hunter instincts told him that he shouldn’t even be conversing with Alec but the man did save his life. Plus Sam had already proven to himself that he wasn’t demonic in any way. He’d done the standard “Christo” test, and all Alec had done was give him a funny look.
A few college kids were at the bar in Stanford sweatshirts, talking loudly to each other as they laughed and drank and Sam’s attention was drawn to them somewhat wistfully. He’d had a brief desire to go to college, forget all about the hunter life he’d been raised into and be Joe Normal for a while.
But he and his father were the last members of his family left. He couldn’t just leave, despite all of their loud fights and the tension that rose high between them whenever the anniversary of Dean’s death approached. Dean had been dead for twelve years and Sam still hated himself over it.
So like it or not, the eighteen year old was in the family business and he would keep going. For a father he was constantly at odds with. For a mother he didn’t even remember. And for a brother he still loved more than anything.
Sam had worked with his father and Bobby on hunts since he was fourteen so after four years he knew what to do by heart. The first step was always to talk to the victims’ families and friends, then to get a look at the crime scene and to try to find any clues as to what happened.
As such Sam had to take on the persona of a cop, or a priest, or sometimes a federal agent. Anything to get the job done. The impala’s glove compartment had a box in it that was full of fake Ids Sam had made himself. Despite his young age people had a tendency to believe him once he flashed a piece of plastic with his picture on it at them.
The town had thankfully been small, so it was easy for Sam to carry around a badge claiming he was a state trooper and interviewing people for information.
Most of the people were eager to talk to him, desperate to find out what had been killing people. The mayor hadn’t wanted to make a big deal of it, claiming that it was a rabid dog that had been taken care of but when Sam had asked to see the records of the animal’s attack, he was rebuffed. The mayor’s real desire was to keep the small bit of tourism that it had - people coming to see the glass case that held a potato chip that was supposedly in the shape of President Lincoln’s head.
The werewolves had killed at least five people before Sam had begun the hunt. But now they were dead, the hunt was over, and he could move onto the next town.
A kick to his shin brought Sam’s focus back and he hissed in pain as he glared at his companion.
“Sorry,” Alec said, looking anything but. “You were zoning out. I was afraid I’d have to move onto drastic measures.”
“And kicking me wasn’t one of them?” Sam asked dryly, rubbing at the forming bruise.
“Nope. Besides that was a light tap.”
The younger man rolled his eyes. He finished his beer with one last gulp, then stood and saluted Alec with two fingers. “Thanks for the saving and the stitching and the beer.” Not waiting for a response he made his way out of the crowded bar.
It was upon reaching the gravel parking lot that he realized the other man had trailed him out.
“What the hell are you, a puppy?” Sam groused. “Stop following me.”
Alec grinned amusedly. “Are you going to go play Animal Control again? Because that was fun.”
“Has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?”
“All the time. Doesn’t mean I listen though. C’mon, Sammy. The night is young. Don’t you want to play anymore?”
“Don’t call me that, Alec. I wasn’t playing, okay? It was a job.”
“So you do work for Animal Control.”
Sam had never before wanted to punch someone in the face as much as he did right at that moment. Alec’s pretty features or no. His fingers curled into a fist, but instead of giving into the sweet temptation he simply snorted and continued on his way towards where the car was waiting.
“This is yours?” There was complete awe in Alec’s voice as he took in the sight of the Impala. He ran his fingers over her waxed black paint, his face alight like a kid’s on Christmas morning. “Did you steal it?”
“She was my dad’s. Now stop fondling her, it’s getting obscene.”
Alec looked up from where both of his hands were caressing over the Impala’s hood and he grinned. “Jealous?”
“You wish. Now I suggest you get the hell out of the way before I run you over.”
He climbed behind the wheel, and was surprised that Alec listened to him and moved. The annoyance was back, however, when the other man simply climbed into the passenger side. Alec whistled in appreciation as he took in the interior, studying all the buttons and the feel of the leather seats.
“Nice!”
Sam leaned forward and banged his forehead against the steering wheel. What the hell did he do to deserve this? “What can I do to get rid of you?”
When there was no answer, Sam turned his head to look at his companion only to find Alec’s face inches from his own. Sam yelped in surprise and instinctively yanked himself back, a loud thud echoing in the car as his head smacked against the window.
Alec laughed. “No wonder that thing got the drop on you. You’re kind of oblivious.”
“There was only supposed to be one, damn smartass.” Sam rubbed the back of his head. “Plus you move so freaking silently. Are you for real?”
Alec’s eyes flashed dark for a moment but before Sam could figure out why the look was gone. His full lips twisted into a predatory smile, quirked up more on one side. Slowly, he moved closer to Sam on the long seat, the leather squeaking beneath his butt.
“Would you like to find out?” Alec murmured heatedly, reaching up to tangle his fingers into Sam’s soft, slightly curled hair.
Sam swallowed. He’d been with men before, quickly learning by the time he was sixteen that he enjoyed the company of both genders, but he hadn’t been with many. They’d moved around too much when he was younger.
Once Sam graduated they still continued to constantly go from place to place, and without the benefit of school it was even harder for him to get to know people. He wasn’t really into the fuck ‘em and leave ‘em attitude, so since becoming eighteen his sexual encounters were limited.
Plus the nagging fact that he knew nothing about Alec; still didn’t know why he’d been so fast or so strong and getting into a compromising position with him was bound to be the stupidest thing that Sam had ever done.
Sexy as hell, but stupid.
Instead of letting Sam continue to mull it over, Alec took the initiative and yanked him into a kiss. There was nothing tentative about it - it was raw and intense, filled with nothing but need.
Sam gave in - opening his mouth to Alec’s questing tongue and tangling his own around it. His hands moved to the other man’s chest, fingers stroking over his nipples and Alec moaned in his mouth as they hardened beneath his shirt.
He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to Sam’s throat, sucking and biting at the flesh leaving desperate marks behind.
In the parking lot of the bar the chance of being caught was so damn high but Sam couldn’t think about anything but removing their clothes. Fabric stretched and pulled, threatening to rip but when their naked skin finally touched, it was like all the flood gates had opened and their movements became even more animalistic.
Sam had never felt such desire before; not with anyone he had been with and it was like a drug and he wanted so much more.
The front seat of the car was no place for sex, especially with both of them being over six feet in height, so Sam’s body ached from the uncomfortable position of lying on his back across the seat. The belt buckle dug into his lower back and his right leg was quickly beginning to ach from its position hooked over the back of the seat.
His neck was at an odd angle and his sweaty palm was slipping against the steering wheel.
But none of that mattered as Alec thrust hard and fast in and out of Sam’s body. They moaned in unison every time the thick girth penetrated Sam’s ass, going so deep that their skin smacked loudly and rhythmically together.
“Oh yeah,” Alec moaned, one hand braced against the seat beside Sam’s waist. His other slid up and down the younger man’s cock in time with the pump of his hips, keeping in perfect sync as he dragged his hand from root to tip. “Mmm.. So fucking tight, baby.”
The impala rocked beneath them, and that coupled with the fogged windows made it completely obvious as to what was going on inside to anyone who happened to look.
Sam cupped his hand around the back of Alec’s neck, yanking him down into a mind-numbing kiss that was just as hard as their fucking. They bit at each other’s mouths and licked to sooth the sting left behind, their tongues delving together in a mockery of what was going on beneath their waists.
None of Sam’s male lovers had ever made him feel so damn full. The head of Alec’s dick was giving his prostate a brutal beating, and Sam’s own erection steadily leaked precome in response to each slam.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he muttered feverishly against Alec’s mouth, a line of saliva connecting their swollen lips. He threw his head back against the window, chestnut hair dragging across the condensation on the glass in streaks. “Damn it, Alec! Fuck me harder!”
“Pushy bottom,” Alec grunted, his husky voice sounding both impressed and annoyed.
He yanked out of Sam, his dick standing hard and dripping against his body, and quickly flipped him over. Sam immediately got up on his hands and knees, letting his head drop to sooth the pain in his neck.
Hands gripped his hips, and he cried out as Alec’s thick cock slammed back into him. The other man’s heavy balls brushed against Sam’s with each thrust, and Sam held his weight on one hand so that the other could stroke his own cock with the other.
Alec’s fingers clutched bruises into Sam’s flanks. He watched the younger man’s shoulder move, making it obvious what he was doing beneath their bodies. Even more turned on, Alec’s green eyes trailed down the length of Sam’s spine to follow droplets of sweat to where the other man’s ass was swallowing his cock again and again. Mesmerized, Alec focused on the way the puckered entrance stretched to accommodate him.
He pulled out all the way, then shoved back in, moaning as Sam’s body gripped him so damn perfectly.
He knew when he’d first seen the younger man that he’d be a fantastic fuck, but the reality was so much better. The need to have was what had first drawn Alec in and made him follow Sam around.
He wanted and knew he had to have.
Since eavesdropping and finding out that Sam was after the creatures that Alec had come to find too, he figured he’d simply let him do all of the work. After all Sam seemed to know what he was doing, with the interviews and the fake id.
No way was the kid a cop. Young age aside Alec had lied enough in his life to tell another liar right off the bat.
After they’d gone into the forest, Alec’s intention was still to let Sam do the dirty work and then when he was gone he’d check out the back of the creature’s neck. And after that, he planned on finding Sam and bending him over the nearest available surface.
But as soon as the second creature had shown up and knocked Sam to the ground, Alec had charged in without much thought. He was good at fights - like it or not it’s what he was born to do.
The thrill of it had been exhilarating, and it gave him perfect opportunity to just check the creatures right there and then.
Mission accomplished.
He’d done both the things he’d come to do. Find out if the creatures were from Manticore, which they had not been, and pound the hell out of Sam’s tight ass.
Alec was dragged back to the present as Sam came with a long, drawn out moan. His body tensed around Alec’s dick as he emptied into his own hand, and Alec thrust hard a few more times before coming hard into Sam’s body.
“Knew you’d be amazing,” he breathed out, easing his softening length from Sam’s ass.
Droplets of his semen eased out of the used hole, and without even thinking about it Alec used his fingers to push the thick cream back inside with a possessive thought of “mine”.
They panted for a moment then Alec leaned over and pressed a kiss to the middle of Sam’s back.
“Wanna go again?”
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Sam awoke as the sun streamed in through the slit between the motel room curtains, and a hand lazily stroking his morning erection. He moaned and rocked into it, then back into the hard cock that was nestled in the crack of his ass.
He shifted and shoved his companion onto his back, following with trailed kisses down a flat stomach to the nestle of dark curls at the base of Alec’s dick. He took the bulbous head into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue into the slit and was rewarded with a groan of approval and fingers tangling into his hair.
Alec cupped the sides of Sam’s head, dragging his mouth slowly up and down as his hips gave shallow thrusts. After their fuck in the car, they had come back to Sam’s room and had spent the night alternating between sleep and sex.
Alec couldn’t get enough to Sam’s mouth and ass, the taste of his skin and the feel of the sweat that coated his lithe body. None of his other lovers had ever come close to dragging this much desire and want from him; especially not so many times in a row.
When his cock was thoroughly wet and dripping from a combination of precome and saliva, Alec dragged Sam off.
The younger man climbed up his body, grasped Alec’s dick with one hand and slowly sat on it taking the thickness into his already stretched and aching hole.
It hurt, but it hurt so damn good. Sam never wanted to stop. He wanted to continue to feel Alec in him when they eventually parted ways. Wanted to squirm on the seat as he drove, each movement sending a pang of ache through him as Alec’s semen leaked out of his body to soak his underwear.
Sam’s body writhed and rocked on top of him, his muscles moving beneath his skin as he arched his back and bounced harder and faster on the cock inside of him.
Alec spread his legs a little more, knees bent and feet planted against the mattress. He rocked up as Sam came down, forcing himself further and rougher into his lover’s pliant body.
His hand dragged over Sam’s chest, fingers playing with red and sensitive nipples before moving down over a quivering stomach.
Sam’s cock was straining up against his belly and as Alec wrapped his fingers around it Sam moaned and moved even harder.
After their marathon fucking session, neither of them was able to last long and within moments they were coming in almost perfect sync.
“You’re something else,” Alec said, his throat dry and voice hoarse. “I think I want to keep you.”
Sam chuckled, easing off Alec’s softening dick and flopping, boneless, to the mattress beside him. “I’m not a pet.”
“You could be,” Alec offered playfully. “I’ll even let you wear a collar.”
“I’m sure you would.” Feeling exhausted but happily sated, Sam closed his eyes ready to drift off again.
“What do you really do, Sam?” Alec draped his arm over him possessively. “What were those things we killed?”
“So you don’t really believe I’m Animal Control?” he smirked.
“Hardly. Unless there’s some doggy steroids going around that I don’t know about.”
Sam was used to trying to explain the supernatural to those who had never truly experienced it. Sometimes people believed him, but sometimes they didn’t even after seeing a phenomenon for their own. People were trained from a very young age that such things just could not exist, so even faced with the reality of it some of them just couldn’t get passed what they had been brought up to believe.
“They were werewolves,” he stated matter-of-factly. Sometimes it was better to just spit it out. “My dad and I had been tracking them for some time before he let me go after them on my own. Well, if we had known there was two he probably wouldn’t have.”
Alec wanted to laugh at the absurdness of it. Werewolves, seriously? Still, he’d seen and actually was a member of something that people would never understand or believe. So it wasn’t that much of a stretch, really.
“So this, hunting werewolves, is what you and your dad do?”
“Not just werewolves. We hunt anything that needs to be. Anything supernatural and dangerous.”
There was a long stretch of silence, and once again as Sam started to fall asleep Alec chose to talk again.
“I want to go with you.”
Sam’s eyes snapped open and he looked at him incredulously. “What?”
“I want to go with you,” Alec repeated. “I want to hunt, too.”
He didn’t want to go back to Max and the others. Even though he got along better with them now than he had at the beginning, he would never truly belong and they all knew it. He and Max came from the same place, but she was more accepted for who she was than he would ever be.
But with Sam, hunting for things that Alec wanted to see for himself, he knew that he would find a place.
“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” Sam warned. “This life, Alec? It never stops. Day after day, all there is, is hunting. There’s always another ghost to salt and burn, a demon to exorcise, a monster to slay. As soon as one dies, there’s always another ready to take it’s place.”
“Good.” Alec smiled and leaned over, kissing Sam long and hard. “I love to play.”
END