Drabble/Ficlet (Dean/Cas unrequited, Dean/Eliot): Affirmation
Title: Affirmation
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: Dean/Cas unrequited, Dean Winchester/Eliot Ness (I know, I can't believe I went there either)
Rating: R
Spoilers: up to and specifically for S7E12 Time After Time
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here
Warnings/Squicks: unrequited love, implied canonical character death, sex, drabble
Summary: Comfort comes in many forms and from unsuspecting places.
AN1: Written while on the bus to the grocery; gives slap-dash a whole new meaning. :)
AN2: Don’t ask, I don’t know, just that scene made me want this so very badly. I fought it for months, then it wouldn’t stay put.
From S7E12 Time After Time:
“I used to do it (hunting) ‘cause that’s what my family did. But they just seem to keep dying. Tell you the truth, I don’t know why I’m doing much of anything anymore.”
~~~~~~~~~
Beads of sweat covered their bodies in a sheen of moisture. Two sets of emerald eyes spat green fire at each other. Silence permeated the small room as the two men rocked together, neither wanting words to come between this- them. It was primal in its way; two bodies, bare and wanting, promising each other life if not love. Love wasn’t what either of them needed, or wanted. But this flesh to flesh, feeling the life and power in each other, letting it reaffirm their own existence- their own life.
A soft moan broke the silence as thrust after thrust hit their mark, worlds exploding behind now closed mossy green eyes. Tears slowly trickled from those eyes as words echoed in his mind and a face he loved, a face he’d never told he loved filled his mind’s eye. A face he’d never see again. Yet here he was, feeling. Being shown he could still feel.
Warm, confident hands ran along his thighs, petting and gentle. He felt the angle of thrust change as the man beneath him sat, holding him close to his chest, whispering calming sounds and reassurances. Telling him he was alive and that it was okay to still feel.
A sob escaped his throat as he felt waves of orgasmic bliss hit him, pulling him under their rolling tides. And he felt. Wet heat covered his chest and abdomen and filled him. He clutched at the man holding him and sobbed into his dark hair.
His lover held him close, continuing his litany of assuring words spoken against his chest holding him to the here and now and stopping him from losing himself to the past. Carefully, his lover rolled them to their sides as he slipped from him, hands still clutching and caressing.
The man in his arms pulled away, taking his warmth and comfort with him. Turning his face into the pillow, he let his tears fall and his heart ache. He barely noticed the warm towel cleaning his chest or the bed dio as his partner settled next to him. But the arms that wrapped around him, pulling him to rest over a rhythmically beating heart, were all too noticeable and real.
“Sleep now,” he spoke softly, “and tomorrow live. It’s what he would’ve wanted.”
Warm hands caressed him, petting and running circles on his back until he fell into a fitful sleep.
In the morning things would be different, the pain would remain, but he would live a little more and heal. His heart would still ache and a hole he’d never known was there would still be empty, but he’d live, not just go through the motions. There would be monsters to kill and lives to save, but, maybe, now he could start to save his own.
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: Dean/Cas unrequited, Dean Winchester/Eliot Ness (I know, I can't believe I went there either)
Rating: R
Spoilers: up to and specifically for S7E12 Time After Time
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here
Warnings/Squicks: unrequited love, implied canonical character death, sex, drabble
Summary: Comfort comes in many forms and from unsuspecting places.
AN1: Written while on the bus to the grocery; gives slap-dash a whole new meaning. :)
AN2: Don’t ask, I don’t know, just that scene made me want this so very badly. I fought it for months, then it wouldn’t stay put.
From S7E12 Time After Time:
“I used to do it (hunting) ‘cause that’s what my family did. But they just seem to keep dying. Tell you the truth, I don’t know why I’m doing much of anything anymore.”
~~~~~~~~~
Beads of sweat covered their bodies in a sheen of moisture. Two sets of emerald eyes spat green fire at each other. Silence permeated the small room as the two men rocked together, neither wanting words to come between this- them. It was primal in its way; two bodies, bare and wanting, promising each other life if not love. Love wasn’t what either of them needed, or wanted. But this flesh to flesh, feeling the life and power in each other, letting it reaffirm their own existence- their own life.
A soft moan broke the silence as thrust after thrust hit their mark, worlds exploding behind now closed mossy green eyes. Tears slowly trickled from those eyes as words echoed in his mind and a face he loved, a face he’d never told he loved filled his mind’s eye. A face he’d never see again. Yet here he was, feeling. Being shown he could still feel.
Warm, confident hands ran along his thighs, petting and gentle. He felt the angle of thrust change as the man beneath him sat, holding him close to his chest, whispering calming sounds and reassurances. Telling him he was alive and that it was okay to still feel.
A sob escaped his throat as he felt waves of orgasmic bliss hit him, pulling him under their rolling tides. And he felt. Wet heat covered his chest and abdomen and filled him. He clutched at the man holding him and sobbed into his dark hair.
His lover held him close, continuing his litany of assuring words spoken against his chest holding him to the here and now and stopping him from losing himself to the past. Carefully, his lover rolled them to their sides as he slipped from him, hands still clutching and caressing.
The man in his arms pulled away, taking his warmth and comfort with him. Turning his face into the pillow, he let his tears fall and his heart ache. He barely noticed the warm towel cleaning his chest or the bed dio as his partner settled next to him. But the arms that wrapped around him, pulling him to rest over a rhythmically beating heart, were all too noticeable and real.
“Sleep now,” he spoke softly, “and tomorrow live. It’s what he would’ve wanted.”
Warm hands caressed him, petting and running circles on his back until he fell into a fitful sleep.
In the morning things would be different, the pain would remain, but he would live a little more and heal. His heart would still ache and a hole he’d never known was there would still be empty, but he’d live, not just go through the motions. There would be monsters to kill and lives to save, but, maybe, now he could start to save his own.