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[obstinatrix]

Guys, I think someone should do a porn meme. I feel PWP-deprived. Who wants to run a filthy, filthy commentfic meme? :)?

(I know, I know, spnspringfling just finished posting and spn_j2_bigbang is in full swing and everybody is behind on both. But. It is a long, long time since I've written porn, okay. PORN. Dirty talk and sex toys and buckets of come

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[whit_merule]

... so, this went to a bad place. This is not what I usually write. And I know this isn't the porn meme, this is just... comment fic... because... well, have you seen where this post's comments are going? Okay? Okay.

Castiel wasn't pristine anymore.

Sam remembered (remembered so vividly, as his fingers curled dark and bloody over the supple angle of Castiel's shoulder) the days when healing had meant all the mess was gone, clothes smoothed out and threads woven back together, gore just blinked away from the ground and the walls, not a smear of blood left on unblemished skin.

Castiel groaned underneath him, a dark ripple of sound that was almost a growl, rippling back against Sam's body like he was still strong enough to throw Sam off, if he'd wanted. Sam was never quite sure that he didn't want, at moments like this, when Sam's teeth fastened sharp and bright on the muscle of his neck, but he'd never said anything.

He bruised now. Internal bleeding was of little consequence, not worth the fine control to repair the damaged vessels under the skin. Blood spilled in a fight - the blood scattered all over the floor here, now, hot and sharp in Sam's nose - that wouldn't be demurely vanished come dawn. Castiel's repairs now were field-brutal and efficient, knitting together the skin, patching the worst of what was broken underneath it. Soft tissue and finer details, they were left to themselves. They didn't have the luxury of wasting anything, nowadays. Not even Castiel, always so boundless and absolute.

The blood raced down Sam's throat, raced inside his veins in answering clamour, and he rolled his hips hungrily, shoving down into Castiel's body beneath him and taking it, taking all of it, while he could. Castiel's mouth fell open underneath him, pressing heavy breaths into the bloodied old piles of newspaper under his cheek and forehead, and Sam dragged his hand down from the angel's shoulder, down his back, fierce and too-hard and tender down the arch that had once hidden his wings.

Castiel made a punched-out noise, rolled his shoulder against Sam's touch, and let Sam in.

Because he wouldn't stop giving. He would growl at them and glare them into shape, but he would never deny them anything. Not until all of him was gone.

[queerly_it_is]

He would growl at them and glare them into shape, but he would never deny them anything. Not until all of him was gone.

I really really fucking love you. No really, I do.

[whit_merule]

... okay, just... not like Sam loves Cas, plz. I venture to suggest it isnt' entirely healthy.

[queerly_it_is]

Eh, we'll make it work.

[brokentoy]

nngghh yes! and please don't ever stop Sam from taking whatever it is Cas keeps offering over and over again.

let me add up on the love for you!

[whit_merule]

HIMSELF. ALL OF HIMSELF. I mean, what's use of his earthly body and blood compared to his grace and his faith, right?

[brokentoy]

Exactly!!!

I have to say, I wasn't even into Sassy until six hours ago but I'm now seeing the light and finally walking on the right path!

[whit_merule]

The more paths the better! The primrose path of dalliance, and the pansy path of dalliance, and the tulip path of dalliance, and the one with those really complicated flowers with all the tubes that wind in and out of each other in a suggestive way.

[brokentoy]

And now I'm shipping the complicating flowers with just about everything :D

[whit_merule]

Best way! Those complicating flowers are highly sociable creatures.