Poison Devil (10/12)
Title: Poison Devil (10/12)
Author: scyllaya
Pairings/Characters: Gabriel/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: cursing, graphic sexual content (rimming, penetration)
Spoilers: Vague S6 maybe, nothing specific. And know who Gabriel is.
Word Count: ~ 3500 (this chapter)
Summary: Gabriel does what he wants, like always. But this time his main focus and agenda is Dean.
Disclaimer: All names and characters in this story belong to CW/WB and Mr.Kripke. I’m playing, not stealing! If you sue me a fairy will die.
Author’s Note: I was prompted by otp_destiel during my “ Numinous verse” to write this, but my main inspiration was the lyrics of A Perfect Circle's "Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the ward rums". The theme-song of this fic: [ Lyrics + Song]
Title is from the above mentioned amazing song!
<< Previous Chapter
Chapter Ten
Then
‘Have you ever been cut up, shot or wounded when you were on a hunt alone?’ Gabriel asked while sitting on the edge of the bed. ‘When you had to drag yourself back to your motel room and patch the wounds up by yourself because no one else was there?’
‘It happened’ Dean replied, he sat at the headboard. It took Gabriel a disconcertingly long time to start talking.
‘The best would be of course is to get a doctor, right? A professional who would fix you up in no time, but you can’t reach the one you know and you can’t trust strangers. Even with your brother around it would be better even if he’s not necessarily more skilled, he would still do a sufficient job, but you’re on your own, so you have to do it yourself. You got the picture I’m going for here so far?’
‘Yeah’ Dean confirmed.
‘And how does it look like?’ Gabriel asked.
‘Really crappy’ Dean admitted, because he could show a scar if he still had it, but it disappeared when he was raised from Hell. ‘Shitty stitches and it would probably leave a nasty scar’ he continued.
‘Ok, now imagine that you’re screaming from pain and passing out from blood loss constantly and you have to sew your own arm back’ Gabriel finished and he glanced at Dean. ‘And then you have maybe a slight idea about what I meant when I told you that I had to come back here to this world on my own and piece myself back together.’
‘Fuck’ Dean breathed.
‘You got that one right’ Gabriel agreed.
‘But there was really no one--’
‘Who?’ Gabriel asked. ‘The only ones strong enough for this would’ve been my Father or my older brothers. And Raphael was the only one I could’ve gone to, but since you know him I think you will see why I wasn’t eager to ask him for his help.’
‘Shit’ Dean breathed.
‘So you might say I’ve done a piss poor job on my own’ Gabriel said. ‘And the real bitch is that with angels you know there is no body and soul like with you humans, we are light and power and thought, that makes us, that is out true form… and I’m so screwed up’ he huffed out a laugh that was anything but a real laugh. ‘Broken in ways I couldn’t possibly repair… that I still can’t repair. Just patched up not to fall apart completely…’
Dean got off the bed and slid down to the carpet in front of Gabriel reaching out to get the angel’s attention as he seemed to have trailed off into silence. Gabriel captured his hand before he could touch his face, circling his fingers around his wrist, but not gripping it tightly to bruise.
‘But I’m slipping sometimes’ Gabriel told him. ‘I’m not used to being like this… like I’m missing pieces and I just don’t… work right. And I find myself beyond my own control, my own thoughts and powers slither like sand or water and I can’t take a hold of them. That’s what’s different in me Dean, that’s what changed… I’m broken, flawed.’
‘More human then?’ Dean tried, because he knew angels saw them like that sometimes, but Gabriel maybe won’t see it as degradation.
‘No’ Gabriel shook his head. ‘Humans are flawed by design, imperfect as my Father intended you to be, but you are whole. I am flawed because of my own incompetence. I was meant to die and disappear, but I clung to this world by tainted magic and my own stubbornness, crawled back here just to not cease to exist. But I’m no creator so I’m just a crude and damaged version of what I was before.’
‘Gabriel…’
‘Sometimes I wonder if it’s really me at all, or am I just something that believes to be a long gone archangel.’
‘No’ Dean told him, he inched closer putting his free hand on Gabriel’s face to make him look at him. ‘It’s you. I know it’s you, I know you’ he told him with certainty. ‘And fuck that broken shit, you fought and came back on your own, maybe it left you scarred but not broken.’
Gabriel let go of his wrist and grabbed his chin.
‘Can you really say that?’ he asked. ‘Do you have any idea what I’ve been doing while keeping you here? How I’ve been feeding my wrath, my violence and how even so I’ve always been just a step away from taking you, forcing you. To make you do what I wanted.’ He pulled Dean closer and he went willingly, his blood rushing in his veins, his heartbeat rising from the fiery look in Gabriel’s eyes. ‘How many times I meant to harm you for fighting me, for angering me.’
‘You never did’ Dean interrupted and he pulled closer instead of away, sliding his hand from Gabriel’s face to his neck, feeling how vehemently his pulse was beating under his skin as well.
‘Never, Precious’ Gabriel agreed. ‘Not you, never want to harm you.’ Gabriel’s hand slid to the back of his neck and he pulled him closer again until their foreheads touched.
‘Why me?’ Dean asked after a long silence. ‘Why do you care so much about me? I got you killed… it’s my f--’
‘The only one at fault is Lucifer’ Gabriel interrupted him. ‘And maybe my other two caring big brothers who arranged his freedom.’
Dean first wanted to ask his question again, but he recognized Gabriel’s silence. It was the same as the one before he started speaking about his return so Dean stayed silent and waited for the angel to gather his words.
‘Coming back… was hard’ Gabriel said then. ‘It was an agonizing struggle and worse than anything I ever had to do. And when it became too much I wanted to stop, stop fighting, to let go and not try again. I asked myself why? Why was I fighting so hard? What was I’m coming back to. A beloved Father who was nothing but cold to me, the family I abandoned and betrayed or the family that abandoned and betrayed me? The only brother who was ever close to me was my murderer. So what exactly I was fighting for? Why come back at all, it seemed so much easier to just stop and let go’ he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. ‘And then I suddenly thought that yes, this is the moment when Dean Winchester would call me a pathetic whiny coward’ he actually chuckled at that and when he opened his eyes they were much brighter than before. ‘I didn’t care about that, my first reaction was “Yeah, fuck you Winchester I did enough”, but the thought wouldn’t leave me alone. I swear just the memory of you was as pigheaded as you are’ he smiled and just seeing it eased some of the tension out of Dean.
‘You remembered me clearly then’ he said.
‘And I got angry, because you called me a coward but I proved you wrong, I faced Lucifer. And I was gonna fucking tell that to your face.’
Dean blinked in surprise at the words, but Gabriel continued before he could speak.
‘After a while it didn’t matter what I wanted to tell you, I just had to focus on something. And that was it, that I was gonna come back and find you’ he looked at Dean again. ‘That’s why it’s about you. I know it was just me hanging on to something, but by the time I was strong enough to heal and resurrect my vessel I only thought of you and that you could need me, that I could help you, but then I just lost it. I got angry and you were finally close and… I wanted you so much.’
Dean just had to kiss him, had to push his lips to his, coax open his mouth with his tongue and pull his body as close as he could in the position they were in. Gabriel kissed him back hard and demanding, pulling Dean closer until he was kneeling between his legs.
‘There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep this’ Gabriel told him when they parted. ‘You understand me?’ Dean nodded, his lips were tingling, his heart was racing and he just wanted to close the distance between them again. Gabriel kissed his cheek, the corner of his eye, his eyebrow. ‘I don’t care about anything else.’ Dean nodded again and captured Gabriel’s lips with his own.
It was a heady feeling, overwhelming. To be that for someone, the sole purpose to go on, to fight and to live. To be someone’s center the way he never was to anyone, Sam may have been his focus all their lives but he never was that for his brother in return, not for his father and not for Cassie or Lisa. But for Gabriel it was him, just him.
He didn’t even realize that he moved just after he was climbing on top of Gabriel. He was mentally scolding himself for getting dressed again in the first place even if their bath was hours ago because he wanted to feel naked skin under him even if Gabriel only put his jeans and undershirt back on. Gabriel grabbed his chin and ended their kiss and Dean blinked down at him in surprise before his brain caught up with him.
‘Oh sorry, was there something else you wanted to tell me?’ he asked.
‘No’ shook Gabriel his head. ‘I just think that you had the lead long enough’ he said and Dean’s eyes followed the motion as he licked his lips. ‘So I will take what I want now’ he wrapped his free arm around Dean and turned them over while repositioning them further up on the bed swiftly. And fuck it was weird that he could lift and move Dean so easily, but it also made desire flame up within him. Along with the dark look on Gabriel’s face it was enough to make his brain scream “more” at him.
‘Yes, take… take anything… everything’ Dean said as he tried to pull Gabriel down onto him, he wanted to feel the heat of his body on his own, but they were not touching everywhere and Gabriel didn’t move an inch.
‘Nah-ah Precious. We’re playing my game now’ he said with a predatory smile, his eyes looked dark amber and promised things that were only done at night behind closed doors where the air was heavy with lust and pleasure, filled with breathy moans and the smell of sex. Gabriel’s place was still filled with cold sunlight, everything was bright and open, no shadows to cover them, no doors to hide behind. Exposed and free. ‘Take your clothes off’ Gabriel told him as he pulled away.
Dean sat up and pulled his T-shirt over his head immediately and also got rid of his jeans and boxers in record time. He loved the way his clothes always magically cleaned themselves whenever he took them off, but again it was so stupid to put them back on in the first place. Gabriel only pulled his undershirt off then he was looking at Dean’s body, his eyes roaming over every angle, every muscle. And Dean felt as his skin got hotter under the gaze, he was getting harder too.
‘Turn around’ Gabriel said next as he kneeled back down to the back, Dean wanted to complain that he didn’t get undressed, but he just did what was told him instead. He would get him naked soon enough. Gabriel’s hands were on his back, fingers spread on his shoulder blades digging into his skin and the touch sent a shiver down Dean’s spine, made his skin prickle. The hands slowly slid down his back and he felt as Gabriel’s lips touched his nape first, then the back of his neck then the angel slowly went down putting wet kisses along his spine. By the time the wet trail reached his waist his dick swelled to full hardness pressed into the soft sheets. Both of Gabriel’s hands cupped his ass and he squeezed once before he pulled his lips away while grabbing Dean’s hips and pulling him up to his knees in one firm move.
‘Fuck’ Dean breathed as he put his weight on his elbows. If he felt exposed before he was wrong, that didn’t even come close to this, but Gabriel was a solid presence behind him and that made his blood rush in his veins in anticipation instead of unease. Then he felt as Gabriel stroked him between his cheeks and it made him moan. Then he put his hands on either side spreading his cheeks exposing his hole further. His breath got stuck in his lungs when he felt the soft wetness as Gabriel licked over it in one long stride.
His breath left him in a guttural moan as he fisted the sheets tightly. Gabriel licked again.
‘Aaah fuck… Gabriel… wha--’ his words died on his lips as his thoughts shattered into chaos when the tip of the angel’s tongue teased the tight ring of muscle. It was… fuck, he couldn’t think. His world narrowed down the hot wetness of Gabriel’s tongue, his breath on his skin, his hands on him. He groaned again when Gabriel pushed his tongue onto his hole a bit more, licking and teasing it. Dean’s dick throbbed when he finally pushed his tongue inside a bit, forcing the muscle to relax to open up at the intrusion. Dean had to bury his face in the sheets, his fists still twisted in the material too.
‘No’ Gabriel spoke as he pulled away. ‘Let me hear you’ Dean turned his head to the side and leaned so he could glance back at Gabriel. He just caught as Gabriel sucked one finger into his mouth, making it wet.
‘Oh fuck yes’ he panted, he desperately wanted more now. It was Gabriel’s tongue again that he felt first and he bit his lips to silence his loud cry a little, not that it helped much. Gabriel’s tongue was inside of him again, wet and hot and it made his entire body tremble with want. The first finger slid inside easily and Dean pushed back on to it, taking it deeper. Gabriel put a kiss on his spine again as he started move the finger in and out of his body, twirling it around opening him up. Dean groaned and pushed back again.
‘You want more Precious?’ Gabriel asked and Dean didn’t have to look to know that he was smiling.
‘Yes, fuck… much more’ Dean told him. Gabriel pulled his finger out and pushed back with two almost forcefully; Dean arched his back and groaned yes. Just the way he wanted it, needed it. The fingers were slick with something more than spit, but Dean didn’t care what it was just focused on the sudden stretch, Gabriel’s fingers inside of him. The angel moved the digits in and out a few times before he started scissoring and twirling them, stretching him more and Dean’s hips were uncontrollably snapping back after that, fucking himself back on the fingers, but oh it felt so good, even if not enough.
‘Gabriel’ he moaned. His dick felt hard and heavy between his legs but he didn’t reach for it, he didn’t want to come like this, not yet. The angel curled his fingers and brushed the place inside that he avoided so far and Dean lost all focus and coherency as the muscles of his body tensed when the wave of pleasure washed over him suddenly. He probably started begging for more, but he didn’t pay attention to his own words.
The stretch of three fingers was amazing, he opened and relaxed easily at the feel of them sliding into him. Gabriel was thorough, but it was enough, he wanted more now, he was ready, he was beyond ready.
‘Oh fuck, please’ he moaned.
‘What do you want Precious?’ Gabriel asked in an almost whisper, his voice was dark and heavy with lust. ‘Tell me and I give it to you.’
‘Fuck--’ Gabriel stroked his prostate again and his words ended up in a whimper, it was hard to speak, he just wanted more ‘Fuck me’ he panted. ‘Fuck me now.’ Gabriel spread his fingers a bit and pushed down onto the bundle of nerves again. ‘C’mon… please… fuck me Gabriel. I want you, I want your dick, fill me up, fuck me good, I want to feel you… now… Gabriel!’
Gabriel pulled his fingers out and turned him around so quickly that Dean almost couldn’t follow what was happening. He had no idea when Gabriel took off his jeans, but he was naked and he spread Dean’s legs apart, forcing one back almost to Dean’s chest and he pushed in with one long thrust. Dean wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, the archangel let him and kissed him back as he bottomed out. Gabriel tore his lips away after a few seconds and caught Dean’s eyes with his own as he started moving. His rhythm was fast and strong, but Dean was stretched and wet and more than ready for it.
There was nothing more he could do but take it and it was pure bliss. The way Gabriel filled him up completely how his heated body moved against his own was intoxicating. He tried to push back, meet every thrust with his hips, but soon he was incapable of that so he just tried to spread his legs wider as Gabriel’s dick slid in and out of him. He knew he was talking and moaning and clawing on Gabriel’s arms and back, but again his world narrowed down onto the pleasure the archangel was giving him.
Gabriel easily moved him a little, changing their angle and Dean openly cried out in ecstasy when he started pounding on his prostate like that. He was close to come, he felt it, he was close for a while and held out as long as he could but it was getting too much. The pleasure was overwhelming, Gabriel above him, inside him, with him. He was pushed over the edge soon, his body lighting up, his muscles tensing, his senses blinded by white-hot bliss exploding in him as he painted both of their stomachs with his seed. He was riding it out with Gabriel still thrusting into him rapidly. Lips were on his, tongues and mouths met messily and feverishly, fingers were digging into flesh, nails were biting into sweat-slick skin, breath mingling, bodies writhing in abandon, sliding together closely, held, joined, taken, owned. Gabriel groaned loudly, his hand closed around the back of Dean’s skull when he let go and filled his blessed-out body as he came inside of him.
It took Dean a lot of time to get back to himself, his breathing was hard and his heart wanted to burst out of his chest. His body, muscles and even his bones felt worn out and sore, but he enjoyed each and every sensation. He didn’t move his hand from Gabriel’s back so they were wrapped around each other for a while. It took Gabriel a lot less time to catch his breath and then he pulled out and let Dean’s legs fall down into a more comfortable position as he slid down from above him.
‘Wow’ Dean managed after a while and he didn’t feel stupid for saying it, he felt absolutely justified in saying it actually. And his brain was not in any condition to form more coherent opinions anyways. Gabriel chuckled and pulled him into his arms, Dean curled half-above him like he always did while sleeping.
‘Oh I’m not done with you, but I'll let you catch your breath’ Gabriel told him. Dean managed to raise his head to look at him and no he didn’t seem like he was kidding.
‘There are worse ways to die I guess’ Dean told him as he put his head back down onto his shoulder, while the angel laughed. Gabriel’s fingertips stroked his back and it felt electric on his over-sensitive skin. They were silent for a while and Dean was tired but couldn’t actually slip into sleep as it was in the middle of the day so he just rested.
‘Do you want to join me the next time I leave?’ Gabriel asked then. Dean raised his head again.
‘Outside?’ he asked in a surprised tone. ‘Not afraid I run away?’ he asked teasingly.
‘I promised I let you go after I told you everything’ Gabriel said. ‘So do you want to run away from me?’ he asked. Dean was shaking his head even before Gabriel finished the sentence.
‘Never’ he told him and Gabriel looked happy and pleased as he answered with a kiss.
Chapter Eleven >>>
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AN: I was seriously blushing while writing this, and that doesn't happen very often.
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Author: scyllaya
Pairings/Characters: Gabriel/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: cursing, graphic sexual content (rimming, penetration)
Spoilers: Vague S6 maybe, nothing specific. And know who Gabriel is.
Word Count: ~ 3500 (this chapter)
Summary: Gabriel does what he wants, like always. But this time his main focus and agenda is Dean.
Disclaimer: All names and characters in this story belong to CW/WB and Mr.Kripke. I’m playing, not stealing! If you sue me a fairy will die.
Author’s Note: I was prompted by otp_destiel during my “ Numinous verse” to write this, but my main inspiration was the lyrics of A Perfect Circle's "Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the ward rums". The theme-song of this fic: [ Lyrics + Song]
Title is from the above mentioned amazing song!
<< Previous Chapter
Chapter Ten
Then
‘Have you ever been cut up, shot or wounded when you were on a hunt alone?’ Gabriel asked while sitting on the edge of the bed. ‘When you had to drag yourself back to your motel room and patch the wounds up by yourself because no one else was there?’
‘It happened’ Dean replied, he sat at the headboard. It took Gabriel a disconcertingly long time to start talking.
‘The best would be of course is to get a doctor, right? A professional who would fix you up in no time, but you can’t reach the one you know and you can’t trust strangers. Even with your brother around it would be better even if he’s not necessarily more skilled, he would still do a sufficient job, but you’re on your own, so you have to do it yourself. You got the picture I’m going for here so far?’
‘Yeah’ Dean confirmed.
‘And how does it look like?’ Gabriel asked.
‘Really crappy’ Dean admitted, because he could show a scar if he still had it, but it disappeared when he was raised from Hell. ‘Shitty stitches and it would probably leave a nasty scar’ he continued.
‘Ok, now imagine that you’re screaming from pain and passing out from blood loss constantly and you have to sew your own arm back’ Gabriel finished and he glanced at Dean. ‘And then you have maybe a slight idea about what I meant when I told you that I had to come back here to this world on my own and piece myself back together.’
‘Fuck’ Dean breathed.
‘You got that one right’ Gabriel agreed.
‘But there was really no one--’
‘Who?’ Gabriel asked. ‘The only ones strong enough for this would’ve been my Father or my older brothers. And Raphael was the only one I could’ve gone to, but since you know him I think you will see why I wasn’t eager to ask him for his help.’
‘Shit’ Dean breathed.
‘So you might say I’ve done a piss poor job on my own’ Gabriel said. ‘And the real bitch is that with angels you know there is no body and soul like with you humans, we are light and power and thought, that makes us, that is out true form… and I’m so screwed up’ he huffed out a laugh that was anything but a real laugh. ‘Broken in ways I couldn’t possibly repair… that I still can’t repair. Just patched up not to fall apart completely…’
Dean got off the bed and slid down to the carpet in front of Gabriel reaching out to get the angel’s attention as he seemed to have trailed off into silence. Gabriel captured his hand before he could touch his face, circling his fingers around his wrist, but not gripping it tightly to bruise.
‘But I’m slipping sometimes’ Gabriel told him. ‘I’m not used to being like this… like I’m missing pieces and I just don’t… work right. And I find myself beyond my own control, my own thoughts and powers slither like sand or water and I can’t take a hold of them. That’s what’s different in me Dean, that’s what changed… I’m broken, flawed.’
‘More human then?’ Dean tried, because he knew angels saw them like that sometimes, but Gabriel maybe won’t see it as degradation.
‘No’ Gabriel shook his head. ‘Humans are flawed by design, imperfect as my Father intended you to be, but you are whole. I am flawed because of my own incompetence. I was meant to die and disappear, but I clung to this world by tainted magic and my own stubbornness, crawled back here just to not cease to exist. But I’m no creator so I’m just a crude and damaged version of what I was before.’
‘Gabriel…’
‘Sometimes I wonder if it’s really me at all, or am I just something that believes to be a long gone archangel.’
‘No’ Dean told him, he inched closer putting his free hand on Gabriel’s face to make him look at him. ‘It’s you. I know it’s you, I know you’ he told him with certainty. ‘And fuck that broken shit, you fought and came back on your own, maybe it left you scarred but not broken.’
Gabriel let go of his wrist and grabbed his chin.
‘Can you really say that?’ he asked. ‘Do you have any idea what I’ve been doing while keeping you here? How I’ve been feeding my wrath, my violence and how even so I’ve always been just a step away from taking you, forcing you. To make you do what I wanted.’ He pulled Dean closer and he went willingly, his blood rushing in his veins, his heartbeat rising from the fiery look in Gabriel’s eyes. ‘How many times I meant to harm you for fighting me, for angering me.’
‘You never did’ Dean interrupted and he pulled closer instead of away, sliding his hand from Gabriel’s face to his neck, feeling how vehemently his pulse was beating under his skin as well.
‘Never, Precious’ Gabriel agreed. ‘Not you, never want to harm you.’ Gabriel’s hand slid to the back of his neck and he pulled him closer again until their foreheads touched.
‘Why me?’ Dean asked after a long silence. ‘Why do you care so much about me? I got you killed… it’s my f--’
‘The only one at fault is Lucifer’ Gabriel interrupted him. ‘And maybe my other two caring big brothers who arranged his freedom.’
Dean first wanted to ask his question again, but he recognized Gabriel’s silence. It was the same as the one before he started speaking about his return so Dean stayed silent and waited for the angel to gather his words.
‘Coming back… was hard’ Gabriel said then. ‘It was an agonizing struggle and worse than anything I ever had to do. And when it became too much I wanted to stop, stop fighting, to let go and not try again. I asked myself why? Why was I fighting so hard? What was I’m coming back to. A beloved Father who was nothing but cold to me, the family I abandoned and betrayed or the family that abandoned and betrayed me? The only brother who was ever close to me was my murderer. So what exactly I was fighting for? Why come back at all, it seemed so much easier to just stop and let go’ he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. ‘And then I suddenly thought that yes, this is the moment when Dean Winchester would call me a pathetic whiny coward’ he actually chuckled at that and when he opened his eyes they were much brighter than before. ‘I didn’t care about that, my first reaction was “Yeah, fuck you Winchester I did enough”, but the thought wouldn’t leave me alone. I swear just the memory of you was as pigheaded as you are’ he smiled and just seeing it eased some of the tension out of Dean.
‘You remembered me clearly then’ he said.
‘And I got angry, because you called me a coward but I proved you wrong, I faced Lucifer. And I was gonna fucking tell that to your face.’
Dean blinked in surprise at the words, but Gabriel continued before he could speak.
‘After a while it didn’t matter what I wanted to tell you, I just had to focus on something. And that was it, that I was gonna come back and find you’ he looked at Dean again. ‘That’s why it’s about you. I know it was just me hanging on to something, but by the time I was strong enough to heal and resurrect my vessel I only thought of you and that you could need me, that I could help you, but then I just lost it. I got angry and you were finally close and… I wanted you so much.’
Dean just had to kiss him, had to push his lips to his, coax open his mouth with his tongue and pull his body as close as he could in the position they were in. Gabriel kissed him back hard and demanding, pulling Dean closer until he was kneeling between his legs.
‘There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep this’ Gabriel told him when they parted. ‘You understand me?’ Dean nodded, his lips were tingling, his heart was racing and he just wanted to close the distance between them again. Gabriel kissed his cheek, the corner of his eye, his eyebrow. ‘I don’t care about anything else.’ Dean nodded again and captured Gabriel’s lips with his own.
It was a heady feeling, overwhelming. To be that for someone, the sole purpose to go on, to fight and to live. To be someone’s center the way he never was to anyone, Sam may have been his focus all their lives but he never was that for his brother in return, not for his father and not for Cassie or Lisa. But for Gabriel it was him, just him.
He didn’t even realize that he moved just after he was climbing on top of Gabriel. He was mentally scolding himself for getting dressed again in the first place even if their bath was hours ago because he wanted to feel naked skin under him even if Gabriel only put his jeans and undershirt back on. Gabriel grabbed his chin and ended their kiss and Dean blinked down at him in surprise before his brain caught up with him.
‘Oh sorry, was there something else you wanted to tell me?’ he asked.
‘No’ shook Gabriel his head. ‘I just think that you had the lead long enough’ he said and Dean’s eyes followed the motion as he licked his lips. ‘So I will take what I want now’ he wrapped his free arm around Dean and turned them over while repositioning them further up on the bed swiftly. And fuck it was weird that he could lift and move Dean so easily, but it also made desire flame up within him. Along with the dark look on Gabriel’s face it was enough to make his brain scream “more” at him.
‘Yes, take… take anything… everything’ Dean said as he tried to pull Gabriel down onto him, he wanted to feel the heat of his body on his own, but they were not touching everywhere and Gabriel didn’t move an inch.
‘Nah-ah Precious. We’re playing my game now’ he said with a predatory smile, his eyes looked dark amber and promised things that were only done at night behind closed doors where the air was heavy with lust and pleasure, filled with breathy moans and the smell of sex. Gabriel’s place was still filled with cold sunlight, everything was bright and open, no shadows to cover them, no doors to hide behind. Exposed and free. ‘Take your clothes off’ Gabriel told him as he pulled away.
Dean sat up and pulled his T-shirt over his head immediately and also got rid of his jeans and boxers in record time. He loved the way his clothes always magically cleaned themselves whenever he took them off, but again it was so stupid to put them back on in the first place. Gabriel only pulled his undershirt off then he was looking at Dean’s body, his eyes roaming over every angle, every muscle. And Dean felt as his skin got hotter under the gaze, he was getting harder too.
‘Turn around’ Gabriel said next as he kneeled back down to the back, Dean wanted to complain that he didn’t get undressed, but he just did what was told him instead. He would get him naked soon enough. Gabriel’s hands were on his back, fingers spread on his shoulder blades digging into his skin and the touch sent a shiver down Dean’s spine, made his skin prickle. The hands slowly slid down his back and he felt as Gabriel’s lips touched his nape first, then the back of his neck then the angel slowly went down putting wet kisses along his spine. By the time the wet trail reached his waist his dick swelled to full hardness pressed into the soft sheets. Both of Gabriel’s hands cupped his ass and he squeezed once before he pulled his lips away while grabbing Dean’s hips and pulling him up to his knees in one firm move.
‘Fuck’ Dean breathed as he put his weight on his elbows. If he felt exposed before he was wrong, that didn’t even come close to this, but Gabriel was a solid presence behind him and that made his blood rush in his veins in anticipation instead of unease. Then he felt as Gabriel stroked him between his cheeks and it made him moan. Then he put his hands on either side spreading his cheeks exposing his hole further. His breath got stuck in his lungs when he felt the soft wetness as Gabriel licked over it in one long stride.
His breath left him in a guttural moan as he fisted the sheets tightly. Gabriel licked again.
‘Aaah fuck… Gabriel… wha--’ his words died on his lips as his thoughts shattered into chaos when the tip of the angel’s tongue teased the tight ring of muscle. It was… fuck, he couldn’t think. His world narrowed down the hot wetness of Gabriel’s tongue, his breath on his skin, his hands on him. He groaned again when Gabriel pushed his tongue onto his hole a bit more, licking and teasing it. Dean’s dick throbbed when he finally pushed his tongue inside a bit, forcing the muscle to relax to open up at the intrusion. Dean had to bury his face in the sheets, his fists still twisted in the material too.
‘No’ Gabriel spoke as he pulled away. ‘Let me hear you’ Dean turned his head to the side and leaned so he could glance back at Gabriel. He just caught as Gabriel sucked one finger into his mouth, making it wet.
‘Oh fuck yes’ he panted, he desperately wanted more now. It was Gabriel’s tongue again that he felt first and he bit his lips to silence his loud cry a little, not that it helped much. Gabriel’s tongue was inside of him again, wet and hot and it made his entire body tremble with want. The first finger slid inside easily and Dean pushed back on to it, taking it deeper. Gabriel put a kiss on his spine again as he started move the finger in and out of his body, twirling it around opening him up. Dean groaned and pushed back again.
‘You want more Precious?’ Gabriel asked and Dean didn’t have to look to know that he was smiling.
‘Yes, fuck… much more’ Dean told him. Gabriel pulled his finger out and pushed back with two almost forcefully; Dean arched his back and groaned yes. Just the way he wanted it, needed it. The fingers were slick with something more than spit, but Dean didn’t care what it was just focused on the sudden stretch, Gabriel’s fingers inside of him. The angel moved the digits in and out a few times before he started scissoring and twirling them, stretching him more and Dean’s hips were uncontrollably snapping back after that, fucking himself back on the fingers, but oh it felt so good, even if not enough.
‘Gabriel’ he moaned. His dick felt hard and heavy between his legs but he didn’t reach for it, he didn’t want to come like this, not yet. The angel curled his fingers and brushed the place inside that he avoided so far and Dean lost all focus and coherency as the muscles of his body tensed when the wave of pleasure washed over him suddenly. He probably started begging for more, but he didn’t pay attention to his own words.
The stretch of three fingers was amazing, he opened and relaxed easily at the feel of them sliding into him. Gabriel was thorough, but it was enough, he wanted more now, he was ready, he was beyond ready.
‘Oh fuck, please’ he moaned.
‘What do you want Precious?’ Gabriel asked in an almost whisper, his voice was dark and heavy with lust. ‘Tell me and I give it to you.’
‘Fuck--’ Gabriel stroked his prostate again and his words ended up in a whimper, it was hard to speak, he just wanted more ‘Fuck me’ he panted. ‘Fuck me now.’ Gabriel spread his fingers a bit and pushed down onto the bundle of nerves again. ‘C’mon… please… fuck me Gabriel. I want you, I want your dick, fill me up, fuck me good, I want to feel you… now… Gabriel!’
Gabriel pulled his fingers out and turned him around so quickly that Dean almost couldn’t follow what was happening. He had no idea when Gabriel took off his jeans, but he was naked and he spread Dean’s legs apart, forcing one back almost to Dean’s chest and he pushed in with one long thrust. Dean wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, the archangel let him and kissed him back as he bottomed out. Gabriel tore his lips away after a few seconds and caught Dean’s eyes with his own as he started moving. His rhythm was fast and strong, but Dean was stretched and wet and more than ready for it.
There was nothing more he could do but take it and it was pure bliss. The way Gabriel filled him up completely how his heated body moved against his own was intoxicating. He tried to push back, meet every thrust with his hips, but soon he was incapable of that so he just tried to spread his legs wider as Gabriel’s dick slid in and out of him. He knew he was talking and moaning and clawing on Gabriel’s arms and back, but again his world narrowed down onto the pleasure the archangel was giving him.
Gabriel easily moved him a little, changing their angle and Dean openly cried out in ecstasy when he started pounding on his prostate like that. He was close to come, he felt it, he was close for a while and held out as long as he could but it was getting too much. The pleasure was overwhelming, Gabriel above him, inside him, with him. He was pushed over the edge soon, his body lighting up, his muscles tensing, his senses blinded by white-hot bliss exploding in him as he painted both of their stomachs with his seed. He was riding it out with Gabriel still thrusting into him rapidly. Lips were on his, tongues and mouths met messily and feverishly, fingers were digging into flesh, nails were biting into sweat-slick skin, breath mingling, bodies writhing in abandon, sliding together closely, held, joined, taken, owned. Gabriel groaned loudly, his hand closed around the back of Dean’s skull when he let go and filled his blessed-out body as he came inside of him.
It took Dean a lot of time to get back to himself, his breathing was hard and his heart wanted to burst out of his chest. His body, muscles and even his bones felt worn out and sore, but he enjoyed each and every sensation. He didn’t move his hand from Gabriel’s back so they were wrapped around each other for a while. It took Gabriel a lot less time to catch his breath and then he pulled out and let Dean’s legs fall down into a more comfortable position as he slid down from above him.
‘Wow’ Dean managed after a while and he didn’t feel stupid for saying it, he felt absolutely justified in saying it actually. And his brain was not in any condition to form more coherent opinions anyways. Gabriel chuckled and pulled him into his arms, Dean curled half-above him like he always did while sleeping.
‘Oh I’m not done with you, but I'll let you catch your breath’ Gabriel told him. Dean managed to raise his head to look at him and no he didn’t seem like he was kidding.
‘There are worse ways to die I guess’ Dean told him as he put his head back down onto his shoulder, while the angel laughed. Gabriel’s fingertips stroked his back and it felt electric on his over-sensitive skin. They were silent for a while and Dean was tired but couldn’t actually slip into sleep as it was in the middle of the day so he just rested.
‘Do you want to join me the next time I leave?’ Gabriel asked then. Dean raised his head again.
‘Outside?’ he asked in a surprised tone. ‘Not afraid I run away?’ he asked teasingly.
‘I promised I let you go after I told you everything’ Gabriel said. ‘So do you want to run away from me?’ he asked. Dean was shaking his head even before Gabriel finished the sentence.
‘Never’ he told him and Gabriel looked happy and pleased as he answered with a kiss.
Chapter Eleven >>>
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AN: I was seriously blushing while writing this, and that doesn't happen very often.
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