[fic] fleshflutter: Next to Godliness
[ Rarepair FPF: Dean/Alastair ]
Title: Next to Godliness
Writer: fleshflutter
Status of work: complete
Characters and/or pairings: Dean/Alastair, suggestions of Dean/Cas
Rating: NC17
Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read]Bloodplay, gore, Hell
Length: 1,500 words
Summary: Alastair wants something clean, wants a part of Dean that hasn't been soiled.
Reccer's notes: Beautifully fucked up Alastair/Dean from Alastair's POV with perfect Alastair voice and sharp observations of and insights into Castiel. Heed the warnings, for sure, but this is a gorgeous little piece of writing. Nice and gory for Halloween, too. ;)
[Short excerpt]"Can you imagine how it's going to feel to have me inside you there? I can. You'll be so hot and tight, you'll cling to me. I'll be able to bury myself against your bones."
He rubs his finger backwards and forwards in the wound and even the slick sound of it makes him want more. He brings his finger up and Dean instantly takes it into his mouth, sucking his own blood from Alastair's skin as if he's been waiting for Alastair to let him do exactly that.
Dean starts crying again when Alastair pulls his finger free and Alastair ducks his head to catch his tears on his tongue, closes his eyes in bliss at the taste of them.
"He belongs to God," the angel says.
"And he sold himself to us," Alastair counters easily.
There's another throb of the angel's wings and this Alastair feels the flutter of it deep inside himself. It excites him. There's not a single stain on the angel but it's a tenuous purity. It's the purity of fresh bedsheets that will be soiled come morning.