Si vales valeo - Part Two

[scyllaya]

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Part Two

‘Gabriel’ Dean said the moment he closed the door and the archangel appeared a second later.

‘Problem solved?’ he asked.

‘Probably not, but I told him to sleep’ Dean answered. ‘You think you could do something about the headache?’

‘There’s nothing really I can’t do’ Gabriel answered easily. ‘C’mon big boy lets fix you up’ he reached for Dean, but the human raised his hands in protest.

‘It hurt like hell when you zapped us back here’ he added right after. Gabriel looked around on the dark corridor of the motel.

‘Okay, c’mon’ he said and signaled with his head, he only started walking when Dean pushed away from the closed door. They walked down the corridor and three rooms away a door clicked open when Gabriel pushed down the door handle. Dean got dragged across the room by the lapel of his blue jacket the moment the door clicked shut and once again he was sitting on a bed. The room had one king-bed instead of two queens, but it was decorated in the same ugly-ass blue and rose colored theme the other one was. Gabriel sat down next to him this time, turned towards him and he put both his hands on Dean’s head.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked.

‘Shh’ Gabriel hushed him as he closed his eyes. Dean stayed silent then, they were sitting there for a few long seconds and then Dean felt as the pain eased up, pressure and pain disappearing at once. He sighed in relief.

‘Thanks’ he said, Gabriel opened his eyes, but he didn’t let go of Dean’s head. One of his hands slid down to his cheek. ‘What?’ Dean asked as Gabriel still looked overly serious.

‘You really gotta ask?’ Gabriel replied. ‘You were gone for over two days, and I couldn’t find you, no matter where I looked.’

‘Now I’m back, and you kicked some serious ass when you found me, so… it’s all good.’

‘It’s not all good!’ Gabriel replied instantly. ‘This can’t happen again. They could’ve done anything to you. You were not able to call me or Castiel and you were in the hands of our enemies, so it’s pretty far from “all good”.’

‘Yeah well they didn’t do anything so…’

‘Because they wanted to trap Castiel!’ the archangel replied. ‘They could’ve decided on something else. They could’ve killed you, mess with your head, make you forget who you are so that you don't know whom to call for help, anything Dean! They could’ve taken you away to another time, to another world, and with those sigils on your ribs, I would’ve never been able to find you again, maybe ever.’ And now the anger was practically tangible around the archangel, and it was Gabriel’s words that made Dean realize too that things could’ve gotten much worse.

He was usually not the guy who mused about ‘should’ve’ or ‘could’ve’, but he got what Gabriel was saying, he was at the mercy of those angels and no one, not his brother and Bobby, not Cas and not even Gabriel was able to help him. He was lucky those SOBs were so damn uncreative and made the mistake of allowing him to wake up.

Gabriel drew closer, still holding Dean’s face.

‘This cannot happen again!’ he repeated fiercely.

‘Yeah’ Dean agreed. ‘You should remove the sigils then maybe?’ he asked, seemed like the plausible thing.

‘No’ Gabriel let go of him and leaned a bit back from Dean’s personal space, but not much. ‘It would make you too vulnerable; you'd be exposed to all angels.’

‘Then what?’ he asked, because he sure as hell didn’t know jack squat about how the sigils, the angel radar and Enochian magic worked. Gabriel turned towards him and put a hand on his chest pushing him back down onto the bed and Dean went willingly. Gabriel then climbed on top of him, one of his legs slotting between Dean's in a now familiar way. His face was right above his when he started talking.

‘I want to be able to find you, no matter what’ he said.

‘Okay, how do you do that?’ Dean asked. Gabriel started to trace a line down at the side of his neck, to his collarbone and then chest.

‘I could leave a mark’ he said. ‘On your body and soul and nothing could hide you then. Not from me.’

'My soul?' he asked.

'Well there are plenty of way to separate a body and soul, I'm sure you're aware of that. And I'd rather be able to keep track of both.'

'Not sure I'm good with that' Gabriel leaned back to look down on him at that.

'Because?' Gabriel asked.

'Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but and Angel's Mark on a soul pretty much equals a Crossroads Deal, and I might be crazy about you, but I'm not giving you my soul.'

‘What makes you think that?’ Gabriel asked.

‘Balthazar’ Dean explained. ‘He’s been doing that whole Crossroads Angel thing. So I know what and angel’s mark means.’

It was usually fascinating how in control of his body Gabriel was, but it was not so amusing when he went completely still. The kind of motionless, unblinking angel stillness Dean was used to from Castiel, but not from the archangel.

‘You think I try to trick you into giving me your soul?’ he asked and yes he was not happy now, not at all.

‘Just… all the deals in my family, everything that happened with Sam, I’m squeamish about the soul-issue okay? I can’t… don’t ask me that, it’s too much.’

‘It’s not what I said, but… whatever’ Gabriel pushed himself away and leaned back further to stand up, but Dean grabbed his arm before he could leave and it was like grabbing onto a piece of stone, his expression was hard too.

‘I only meant the soul thing’ Dean told him.

‘What?’ Gabriel frowned.

‘You said body and soul’ Dean clarified. ‘I’m okay with the body side.’

Gabriel kept looking at him for a few long seconds, then a grin spread on his face and Dean was ridiculously glad to see it. The archangel was stern since he appeared in that room the angels kept him.

Dean felt it how the tension slipped out of Gabriel’s body in a blink of an eye as the archangel leaned back down to kiss him, a smile still playing on his lips. After their first kisses when Dean was still shaky and jumpy in the angel’s presence Dean got used to kissing that smile. He started to get really good in telling which smile, smirk or grin was genuine and which was fake. He noticed when it was only a charade, when Gabriel was angry behind a smile, when a grin appeared just to hide sorrow. Maybe because he knew all about playing it tough, how to smile non-caringly even if he wanted to do nothing but scream when everything fell apart and it was almost unbearable to even breath.

The smile he kissed, it was always true. Dean parted his lips and reached out to put his hand on the back of Gabriel’s neck, some of his fingers touching his hair, his thumb stroking skin just under the angel’s jaw. The kiss deepened as Gabriel rested some of his weight on Dean, his knee still slotted between Dean’s legs, putting delicious pressure on his groin with a slight change of position.

Dean put his other arm around Gabriel too, stroking down his back then grabbing his ass. First because it was a damn fine ass and second, it gave him just the right leverage to push his hips up a bit to get more friction, Gabriel rolled down his hips too in response before letting go of Dean’s lips to kiss his jaw then neck.

‘So, how’s this gonna go?’ Dean asked, neither of them stopped the slow movement of their hips, so Dean started to lose his coherency as blood was rushing downstairs right out of his brain. ‘This marking thing?’ he managed to finish.

‘I leave my mark on you, nothing overly-complicated it only takes a few seconds’ Gabriel answered, his lips grazing Dean’s neck, his breath ghosting over his skin. ‘But it won’t be pleasant so I figured I give something else to your body to focus on.’ He said the last part right into Dean’s ear, and the hunter loved the unsaid promise in his tone. It definitely helped him to reach full hardness.

Gabriel's hand stroked down his chest and the angel leaned back a little again to be able to look at Dean.

‘No objections?’ he asked.

‘To what?’ Dean asked in return. ‘I already agreed to the mark and I bet I’ll like what else you have in mind.’ He grinned challengingly.

‘That’s what I like to hear’ answered Gabriel with a smirk.

Undressing didn’t go easily as they didn’t actually manage to get their hands off of each other that much. Dean liked it; he couldn’t get enough of it when he had the archangel’s undivided attention, when Gabriel was focused on him completely.

Even if his touch was different this time, nothing like he was with Dean in the past weeks, but before maybe that was just the angel giving him time to get comfortable with him again, so Dean would relax in his presence again. This time Gabriel’s hand gripped him tightly, his kiss was fierce and hard and the moment they managed to get rid of the last of their clothing the angel was on top of him again, one hand cradling the back of his skull, the other gripping his hip tightly. The events of the day rushed in Dean’s mind, how Gabriel practically shone with power as he destroyed the hunter’s captors. Dean had faced all archangels, but only Gabriel could make him shudder with anxiety and anticipation at the same time. Cause his body to be hyper-aware of every touch, every kiss, and every slide of skin on skin. Make his heart pound in his chest vehemently while adrenaline sharpened his senses. Almost like a hunt, but he was sure that he was not the hunter this time.

Gabriel settled between his legs and Dean moaned when he felt Gabriel’s dick line up next to his own. He stroked the muscles and skin on Gabriel’s back when their hips rolled together, moisture already making the slide easy. He twisted his fingers into the angel’s hair to drag him down into another kiss. This was the first time he had Gabriel completely naked in his arms. Dean was completely naked when the archangel surprised him after his shower a few days back, but he never undressed completely. Getting a blowjob from Gabriel - and Dean was aware of the possible blasphemy for thinking that - was downright divine, Dean could say with absolute certainty that there was just no way anyone, dead or alive human or non-human that could’ve been possibly better. But even with being on the receiving end of those he was dying to get the archangel naked already.

Now he did and he definitely planned to make the most of it. He wrapped his arms around the smaller frame of the angel’s vessel and leaned up to turn them over, he probably only managed it because Gabriel let him, but it was good enough for Dean.

‘What are you doing?’ asked Gabriel and Dean had to smile as he looked down on him, because he looked way too good spread out on the sheets. He kissed him instead of answering then smirked when they parted. Then he kissed the side of his neck then his collarbone, dragging his lips over heated skin descending lower and lower. He stopped to close his lips around a nipple darting his tongue out and licking it as it hardened, then continued to kiss down Gabriel’s breastbone.

‘Oh, you spoil me’ He heard Gabriel say when he reached his stomach, kissing and biting the skin over muscles.

‘What makes you think that I’m doing this for you?’ he asked with a smirk as he licked at Gabriel’s hipbone. Gabriel reached out and pushed his fingers into his short hair, his fingertips stroking his skull. Dean looked up at him then and Gabriel slid down his hand to his cheek.

‘I’m getting the most fun right now’ he said, his thumb was stoking Dean’s jaw, so he turned his head to catch it with his lips, sucking it into his mouth. Gabriel’s eyes darkened at this.

‘I wouldn’t bet on that’ Dean told him when he let Gabriel’s thumb slip from his mouth. Then he turned and slid down only a bit more to be in position and licked a long line along the side of Gabriel’s dick. The archangel moaned and flopped back onto the bed and Dean felt triumphant.

When Dean’s lips closed around the hardness Gabriel pushed his fingers into his short hair again. Dean didn’t have much experience with this, but he’s been on the receiving end countless time to know exactly what to do. He never thought he could like it this much, but feeling Gabriel’s hand in his hair and hearing as the angel moaned as Dean took him in his mouth as deeply as he could, made the human moan too. He just wanted to hear all noises he could get out of the archangel, wanted to feel as his dick twitched when Dean pushed his tongue into the hard flesh between his lips. How Gabriel barely resisted putting some pressure on his head, because he could feel that too, how his fingers were sliding and twisting in his short hair. He liked it how powerful it made him feel.

Then Gabriel cupped his cheeks to push him off and Dean wasn’t sure but maybe he made some actual sound of protest. In the next second he was yanked up and rolled over onto his back with Gabriel on top of him again and kissing him heatedly. His lips were tired and he was panting heavily when Gabriel leaned back up.

‘You think it was a good idea to turn me on this much?’ the angel asked as his hands were roaming Dean’s body possessively.

‘Oh yes’ nodded Dean with a grin. Gabriel settled between his legs again, this time making space for himself by pushing Dean’s legs apart forcefully.

‘Good’ he said, his lips only a breath away from Dean’s ‘Because fucking you has been on my to-do list for a very long time.’ A shudder ran down Dean’s spine at the words, but it was pure lust and excitement. Gabriel kissed his neck again, dragging his lips down and biting at the skin slightly where shoulder met neck. Dean rolled his hips up at the sensation, a low moan in his throat.

Gabriel’s hand slid down his side until it reached his thigh, where he grabbed on to drag Dean’s legs further apart. Dean bent one of his knees to make the position more comfortable. Gabriel didn’t touch his dick; his fingers barely brushed his balls before they dipped lower. Dean had a fleeting thought that they would need some lubricant there, but Gabriel’s finger was slick when he circled his entrance briefly before pushing in.

Dean shut his eyes and tensed, but willed himself to relax a second later. He was most definitely not used to this, but it felt good. Gabriel slowly pushed inside moving his finger in and out, Dean felt as the muscles stretched, but nearly no pain registered in him, he had a high tolerance for that after all. Gabriel kissed him when he pushed in a second finger and Dean moaned and pushed back onto the intrusion.

‘You’re so eager… I love it’ Gabriel murmured after he broke the kiss and pushed his fingers in a bit more forcefully, Dean threw back his head when Gabriel’s fingers reached the bundle of nerves within him and it felt like that one touch set his entire body on fire. He groaned loudly and drove his hips down into it more. Gabriel grabbed his hips to keep him in place and even if it prevented him to move like he wanted to it was way too hot that the angel could keep him in place with just a hand, so he didn’t complain.

Gabriel massaged his prostate mercilessly at every push of his fingers and Dean could do nothing but moan at feel of it, he was babbling too, not knowing what, but he couldn’t be blamed as Gabriel kept up his ministrations. When there were finally three fingers inside of him, stretching him even wider he started to ask for more. Ask, demand, beg… it didn’t matter. He was so hard that he was sure that a few short strokes would send him over the edge with light speed, so he twisted his fingers in the sheets so he wouldn’t reach down, because he didn’t want it to be over, he wanted more.

When Gabriel’s fingers were gone all of a sudden Dean managed to catch his breath. His skin was covered with sweat, he was hot, his muscles were practically shaking and he was so hard that it was almost painful.

‘Ready for it, big boy?’ Gabriel asked. And Dean growled because of the teasing.

‘Just fuck me already’ he liked how Gabriel grabbed his neck and how he positioned his body easily, manhandling him to the right pose so easily like he weighted nothing. For Gabriel, he probably didn’t.

Dean clenched his jaw and grabbed hold of the archangel when he felt the blunt head of Gabriel’s cock pushing into him. Slowly, but steadily, not stopping for a second, it was almost pushing his limit, but it was not too much, just the right side of forceful, just as much as Dean wanted it to be. He was panting and his fingers were digging into Gabriel’s back, his nails scraping down the slick skin. Gabriel had his mouth on Dean’s shoulder, while his hand was still on the side of his neck, but when he was buried to the hilt he raised his head to kiss the hunter. It was sloppy and fast, their lips and tongues meeting feverishly. And when it ended Gabriel started to move.

He started carefully, his movements still slow, but deep. And Dean wanted to shift his body to meet every movement of the angel, but Gabriel still kept him in place. He would’ve been annoyed but he had no room for complains as he focused on the feel of Gabriel filling him up. The slow pace didn’t last long and Dean wrapped his legs around the angel when he started to move in earnest.

It was mind-blowing, the way his body opened up and screamed for more at every thrust, how he tried to touch Gabriel as much as he could, his hand digging into flesh and clawing at skin, but it didn’t matter, he couldn’t possible hurt the angel above him.

All his other senses shut down completely. There was nothing but the heat of their bodies, the feel of Gabriel on top of him and inside of him, as he moved, his muscles flexing below hot skin. Dean could only focus on moving his body to meet every thrust when Gabriel finally let go of his hip and allowed him to move.

He was aware that he was talking again when he managed to, between large breaths and moans. He would be embarrassed of how he was repeating Gabriel’s name over and over again and how he demanded more, always more. But it was too damn amazing to care about that.

Then Gabriel slid his arms around his waist and raised him up. Dean was surprised at the change of position and angle for a second, but everything was washed out of his mind as Gabriel was now much much deeper and his hard dick grazed over his prostate. He just wrapped his arms around Gabriel’s shoulders to hold on, because the angel moved and held him in place and he could do nothing but take it.

One of Gabriel’s hands sneaked up to his back and remained there on his spine between his shoulder blades, his other grabbed his hip again and Dean was sure he would have bruises there, but he didn’t care, not at all, not when he was close enough to the archangel that his dick was now sliding on Gabriel’s sweat-slick stomach, trapped between their bodies, giving him just the right pressure and sensation. And he was impossibly close. With Gabriel pounding into him rapidly, hitting his prostate at every thrust. He couldn’t hold it, it was too much.

He buried his hand in Gabriel’s hair when the tension in him became too much to bear and he let go, the wave of pleasure washing through his body made his muscles clench up, causing Gabriel to moan loudly. He was held tightly and his back was burning, he didn’t know why, but he was too far gone to react to it or feel much of it.

Gabriel thrust into his body a few more times with force and then he too went still for a few seconds, emptying himself into the tight heat of the hunter’s body, before lowering Dean back onto the bed and kissing him before pulling out to roll down onto the sheets next to him.

Dean resisted the urge to say “Wow”, but only barely as his brain was unable to put two coherent words together. His body was aching, but in the best possible way. He knew he’d have bruises the next day and was sure that Gabriel would too if he wouldn’t be an angel. He kinda wished Gabriel would not heal them. They stayed in silence for a short while, catching their breaths when something occurred to Dean.

‘Didn’t you want to put a mark on me or something?’ he asked, because he was pretty sure they forgot about all that. Gabriel hummed in affirmation.

‘I wanted, and I did’ he answered. Dean turned his head to look at him.

‘Really?’ he asked and Gabriel nodded after he too turned towards him. ‘So is it some magic mark or is it visible?’ he asked.

‘Turn around’ Gabriel said. Dean frowned but turned onto his stomach, he heard some movement, Gabriel shifting then there was the sound of the camera of his cell phone. He turned back after that and Gabriel held out his phone for him. Dean took it and looked at the picture. It was obviously his back, which as it seemed was now decorated with a large black tattoo. To anyone it would’ve seemed like nothing more than any other mythological-themed art, but Dean knew better than that.

‘That a sigil?’ he asked. He recognized the Enochian text that encircled the symbol in the middle, but didn’t know the symbol itself.

‘Yes, that’s my sigil’ the archangel answered. And Dean fell silent again. It was once again a reminder that the man lying naked next to him was an ancient being of great power.

‘Why a tattoo?’ he asked after some silence where he was staring at the picture on the cell phone while Gabriel was looking at him.

‘It’s actually more like a brand, but I covered it up so it wouldn’t look so… creepy.’ Which was good, considering that if some stranger saw that he had a 6 inch large symbolic burn on his back it might get… awkward.

‘Looks cool’ Dean answered. ‘I always wanted another tattoo, beside the anti-possession sigil.’

He looked at Gabriel just in time to see as a smile spread on his face, he then reached over to kiss Dean on the lips again. It was almost chaste and it’s been a while since Gabriel kissed him like that.

‘And what’s even better’ Gabriel added after they parted. ‘It’s already healed too so you don’t have to go through all the annoying after-care.’

‘Nothing but perks with you’ Dean answered with a grin before he dragged the archangel closer again, this time for a real kiss.

End.

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