Playing with Blood (Sam/Dean)
Title: Playing with Blood (part one)
Author: rukaya007
Pairing: (sam/Dean)
Rating: R(ish or maybe less but later will be more)
Warnings: um... incest and a poor excuse for brothers to go at it.
spoilers: none
notes: I know the whole 'forced to bang' plot's been done but why not work with the classics XD (I was planning on posting this all as one piece but i figure if i put up part of it now I'll get off my behind and write the rest :P)
Summary: Only afterwards when they pulled apart, falling gasping to each side of the bed did a true, unclouded thought enter Sam’s mind. “What the fuck just happened?”
Playing with Blood
part one
They tumbled into the bed, still in their jackets, boots barely kicked off. In a frenzy they fought out of their clothes, limbs entangling awkwardly. It would have been funny if Sam wasn’t so distracted, wasn’t so occupied by the fiery need coursing through his body.
Finally free from the constricting fabric they paused, eyes racking each other’s bodies.
They’d seen each other naked and topless numerous times before without much of a second glance but now all Sam wanted to do was stare. That didn’t last long though of course because quickly followed by the desire to stare was the desire to feel, to touch.
Promptly and passionately they pushed against each other, moving in rhythm, lips devouring flesh, licking and thrusting. They didn’t turn off the lights. They didn’t speak, not a word. They didn’t use lube, but Sam didn’t care and Dean didn’t seem to be thinking about it.
Only afterwards when they pulled apart, falling gasping to each side of the bed did a true, unclouded thought enter Sam’s mind.
“What the fuck just happened?”
He didn’t mean to say it out loud but as he came down and the shock registered all he could do was gape and turn his head to look at Dean.
For a moment all his brother did was stare at the ceiling and then slowly the look dropped onto Dean’s face-the one that said quite clearly that something unforgivable had happened and he didn’t know who to blame for it.
He glanced at Sam and then away again quickly.
“I am gonna kill that that psycho bitch!”
Sam suddenly felt sick.
“She’s already dead,” he said. He pushed out of bed, the cold of the air suddenly striking him.
What had they just let happen?
part two
Author: rukaya007
Pairing: (sam/Dean)
Rating: R(ish or maybe less but later will be more)
Warnings: um... incest and a poor excuse for brothers to go at it.
spoilers: none
notes: I know the whole 'forced to bang' plot's been done but why not work with the classics XD (I was planning on posting this all as one piece but i figure if i put up part of it now I'll get off my behind and write the rest :P)
Summary: Only afterwards when they pulled apart, falling gasping to each side of the bed did a true, unclouded thought enter Sam’s mind. “What the fuck just happened?”
Playing with Blood
part one
They tumbled into the bed, still in their jackets, boots barely kicked off. In a frenzy they fought out of their clothes, limbs entangling awkwardly. It would have been funny if Sam wasn’t so distracted, wasn’t so occupied by the fiery need coursing through his body.
Finally free from the constricting fabric they paused, eyes racking each other’s bodies.
They’d seen each other naked and topless numerous times before without much of a second glance but now all Sam wanted to do was stare. That didn’t last long though of course because quickly followed by the desire to stare was the desire to feel, to touch.
Promptly and passionately they pushed against each other, moving in rhythm, lips devouring flesh, licking and thrusting. They didn’t turn off the lights. They didn’t speak, not a word. They didn’t use lube, but Sam didn’t care and Dean didn’t seem to be thinking about it.
Only afterwards when they pulled apart, falling gasping to each side of the bed did a true, unclouded thought enter Sam’s mind.
“What the fuck just happened?”
He didn’t mean to say it out loud but as he came down and the shock registered all he could do was gape and turn his head to look at Dean.
For a moment all his brother did was stare at the ceiling and then slowly the look dropped onto Dean’s face-the one that said quite clearly that something unforgivable had happened and he didn’t know who to blame for it.
He glanced at Sam and then away again quickly.
“I am gonna kill that that psycho bitch!”
Sam suddenly felt sick.
“She’s already dead,” he said. He pushed out of bed, the cold of the air suddenly striking him.
What had they just let happen?
part two