As Long as You Love Me (schmoop bingo 3/27)
Title: As Long As You Love Me (3/27)
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Schmoop. Schmangst. Oral sex. Schmex?
Spoilers: 5.19 (Hammer of the Gods)
Word Count: 1497
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never happened.
Summary: Gabriel rescues Sam from a nightmare. Sam wants to talk. Gabriel mans up with one of the longest-overdue first encounters in the history of ever.
Author's Note: for the "nightmares" square of my schmoop bingo card. Sequel to To the Moon and Back.
- This is one of the three or four dirty, more explicit installments that will be sprinkled here and there throughout the 25 - you can take the writer out of the smut prompts, but you can't take the smut prompts out of the writer. I'm pretty sure that Gabriel's mouth deserves a kink tag all its own. I wanted to consummate Dean/Castiel and Sam/Gabriel at different paces. This felt right to me; I'm a little worried about taking them too fast, and, as such, I'm quite nervous about how this chapter will go over.
- the Dean/Cas action (or lack thereof) will start again in chapter four, which has already been completed (so has chapter 5. The word count for this series so far, counting all completed chapters, is a little over 5000)
and how you got me blind is still a mystery
I can't get you out of my head
don't care what is written in your history
as long as you're here with me
Somewhere in the back of Gabriel's mind, a warning stirred, stretching and coming to life in the form of a gentle tug that quickly turned to a desperate sound echoing inside his skull. Gabriel knew immediately that it was coming from Sam; he'd recognize the pull of that soul anywhere. Sam wasn't calling for him intentionally -- the begging in Gabriel's head was too unfocused -- but the pain he felt over the connection between them was too strong to ignore, Sam's subconscious plea too pitiful for Gabriel to stay away.
Cursing his empathy and inexplicable affinity for the younger Winchester, Gabriel locked onto the cry, following it into Sam's head. In the nightmare he found there, Sam was struggling with Lucifer, memories of his time spent as the Morningstar's vessel ripping and tugging at him as he fought for control. Sam was bent double from the agony of the onslaught, the ground beneath him wet from the tears streaming down his face, but when Sam lifted his head, there was a glimmer of defiant strength and impossible determination in his eyes that wrapped around Gabriel's heart and squeezed tightly. Each and every one of the archangel's instincts were screaming at him to run, to get away while he still could and leave Sam to the imaginary anguish he would eventually wake up from.
Gabriel ignored them all.
He wouldn't - he couldn't - leave Sam to suffer like that.
Sam was jerked awake by a pair of fingertips brushing against his forehead. When his eyelids fluttered open, he saw Gabriel's silhouette perched on the edge of his bed.
"Your angel should be taking better care of you, instead of going on beer runs with your brother at two in the morning," Gabriel said, his voice completely devoid of inflection and emotion.
"Gabriel, Cas and I aren't together. All I can figure is that you popped in long enough to see us snuggling up to each other in Massachusetts and drew your own conclusions."
Gabriel was silent.
"We were working on a case, Gabriel, and I only took it so far to rile Dean up. Cas is a good guy and all, but I'm not interested - and even if I was, you've seen how him and Dean are. There's no way I'd do that to my brother."
Sam took a deep breath, working up his courage before saying,
"I... I think we should talk about the other night."
The cadence of the breaths Gabriel didn't need to take changed. When he spoke again, his tone was soft and strangely distant.
"There's nothing to say, Sam. Go back to sleep."
All the rekindled want and confusion in Sam surged to the surface, boiling over in sentences that formed on his tongue before he could think.
"What are you going to do, Gabriel? Pretend that you didn't show up on my doorstep drunk off your ass and jealous out of your mind? Wish away the fact that you told me you loved me? Act like none of it ever happened and drop off the face of the earth for another eight months?"
Gabriel turned his head towards Sam; the room was too dark to make out the expression written on his features, but Sam could make out the tense-flexing ripple of the muscles in Gabriel's jaw. It occurred to Sam then that Gabriel might actually disappear, a thought that was followed shortly by the realization that the amount of panic flooding his senses at the prospect of Gabriel leaving was downright alarming. Locked away and left to themselves for so long, his feelings for Gabriel had taken on a life of their own, morphing into something Sam found almost as frightening as the idea of Gabriel running away.
Before Sam could say anything, he felt a shift in the mattress as Gabriel's body went rigid, followed not by a rush of air and an empty space as Sam feared, but by the hot, solid weight of Gabriel on top of him.
"No," the archangel growled, threading his fingers through Sam's hair before closing the distance between them, sealing his lips against Sam's with a possessive ferocity that made Sam shudder.
Gabriel kissed Sam until the man's head was spinning from lack of oxygen, licking his way inside Sam's mouth and swallowing the moans he found there.
As a pair of arms coiled around him, Gabriel moved his lips down Sam's neck, lavishing nips and caresses of his tongue on the delicate skin and reveling in the soft, desperate noises of pleasure the man beneath him made.
"Wanted you for so long, Sammy," Gabriel groaned against the flesh beneath his mouth.
The sharp edges of Gabriel's canines dragged over Sam's collarbone, scraping bruises to the taut skin. The sweet-harsh pain was everything Sam craved, and layered over his rising lust, he heard the sound of Gabriel's voice.
"I didn't realize how I felt about you until you destroyed a Horseman. By then, it was too late - I'd already had a hand in breaking you, I'd tortured you, and I'd shown no faith in you. I thought you hated me, so I stayed away, but I watched you and protected you as best I could."
Agile, greedy hands clutched at Sam, claiming him, pulling the sheets down and tearing the thin fabric of his t-shirt away, exposing the expanse of golden skin beneath to Gabriel's lips, teeth, and tongue.
"The idea of someone else having you, having this beautiful body beneath them, drove me crazy."
He licked a long stripe from Sam's belt buckle to the hollow at the base of his throat, coaxing a long, low rumble from deep within Sam's chest.
Sam hardly had the time to catch his breath before Gabriel began to move again, leaving a path of bite-marks over Sam's chest before swiping his tongue over one of Sam's nipples, sucking the pink nub into the wet heat that lay between his lips.
Before long, Sam was achingly hard; Gabriel was doing things born of millennia of practice that sent relentless bursts of desire straight to Sam's cock.
Gabriel looked up at Sam, green-gold eyes locking with hazel as his swollen mouth released the hard, flushed peak, forming words with breath that rushed hot along over-sensitive skin.
"Love you, Sammy. Need you. Need you to be mine."
In the span of an eye-blink, Gabriel was naked above him, slender and strong and gorgeous. With slow undulations of his hips, Gabriel ground down against Sam's hardness; the thin cotton of Sam's boxers all that lay between them.
"I'll be good to you, Sam, as good as I know how. I'll take care of you. I won't ever run from you or leave you."
With an unfamiliar tenderness in his eyes, Gabriel cupped Sam's face in his hands, gazing long and deep as though he was searching Sam's soul.
"All I ask, all I want in return, is your love."
Sam's lips curled into a smile as his hands found Gabriel's hips, fingers biting deep as Sam tightened his grip and arched up against Gabriel's body.
"You don't have to ask for something you already have."
With a thought, Gabriel freed himself from Sam's grasp and slid down his body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire along Sam's belly. As Sam watched, Gabriel snagged his boxers between his teeth and dragged them down along his legs, making them vanish when they reached Sam's knees. He eyed Sam's newly freed cock hungrily before sucking him down, taking Sam's entire length in a single, smooth motion. He was too worked up to last long; with just a few strokes of Gabriel's mouth and the tongue that worked him just right, flicking over the base of the head, Sam was spilling into Gabriel's mouth, legs shaking as the archangel swallowed every last drop and licked him clean.
Gabriel crawled up Sam's body, snuggling into the smooth skin of his chest.
Fumbling through the haze left behind by his orgasm, Sam tried to slide a hand between their bodies to grip the hardness he felt pressing into his stomach. Gabriel chuckled and swatted his hand away.
"Go to sleep, Sam, there'll be plenty of time for that later."
Sam curled an arm around Gabriel's body, rubbing his thumb against the soft texture of Gabriel's hip.
"Will you be here when I wake up?"
"No," Gabriel said as he pressed a gentle kiss to the center of Sam's tattoo, "but I'll be back soon."
"Promise?"
Gabriel smiled, tracing the line of Sam's cheekbone with his fingers.
"Promise."
Sam let himself drift off, lulled by the rhythm of his lover's heart against his chest, and the sleep he found behind his eyelids was the most peaceful he'd had in years.
Chapter Four: Nothing Else Matters
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Schmoop. Schmangst. Oral sex. Schmex?
Spoilers: 5.19 (Hammer of the Gods)
Word Count: 1497
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never happened.
Summary: Gabriel rescues Sam from a nightmare. Sam wants to talk. Gabriel mans up with one of the longest-overdue first encounters in the history of ever.
Author's Note: for the "nightmares" square of my schmoop bingo card. Sequel to To the Moon and Back.
- This is one of the three or four dirty, more explicit installments that will be sprinkled here and there throughout the 25 - you can take the writer out of the smut prompts, but you can't take the smut prompts out of the writer. I'm pretty sure that Gabriel's mouth deserves a kink tag all its own. I wanted to consummate Dean/Castiel and Sam/Gabriel at different paces. This felt right to me; I'm a little worried about taking them too fast, and, as such, I'm quite nervous about how this chapter will go over.
- the Dean/Cas action (or lack thereof) will start again in chapter four, which has already been completed (so has chapter 5. The word count for this series so far, counting all completed chapters, is a little over 5000)
and how you got me blind is still a mystery
I can't get you out of my head
don't care what is written in your history
as long as you're here with me
Somewhere in the back of Gabriel's mind, a warning stirred, stretching and coming to life in the form of a gentle tug that quickly turned to a desperate sound echoing inside his skull. Gabriel knew immediately that it was coming from Sam; he'd recognize the pull of that soul anywhere. Sam wasn't calling for him intentionally -- the begging in Gabriel's head was too unfocused -- but the pain he felt over the connection between them was too strong to ignore, Sam's subconscious plea too pitiful for Gabriel to stay away.
Cursing his empathy and inexplicable affinity for the younger Winchester, Gabriel locked onto the cry, following it into Sam's head. In the nightmare he found there, Sam was struggling with Lucifer, memories of his time spent as the Morningstar's vessel ripping and tugging at him as he fought for control. Sam was bent double from the agony of the onslaught, the ground beneath him wet from the tears streaming down his face, but when Sam lifted his head, there was a glimmer of defiant strength and impossible determination in his eyes that wrapped around Gabriel's heart and squeezed tightly. Each and every one of the archangel's instincts were screaming at him to run, to get away while he still could and leave Sam to the imaginary anguish he would eventually wake up from.
Gabriel ignored them all.
He wouldn't - he couldn't - leave Sam to suffer like that.
Sam was jerked awake by a pair of fingertips brushing against his forehead. When his eyelids fluttered open, he saw Gabriel's silhouette perched on the edge of his bed.
"Your angel should be taking better care of you, instead of going on beer runs with your brother at two in the morning," Gabriel said, his voice completely devoid of inflection and emotion.
"Gabriel, Cas and I aren't together. All I can figure is that you popped in long enough to see us snuggling up to each other in Massachusetts and drew your own conclusions."
Gabriel was silent.
"We were working on a case, Gabriel, and I only took it so far to rile Dean up. Cas is a good guy and all, but I'm not interested - and even if I was, you've seen how him and Dean are. There's no way I'd do that to my brother."
Sam took a deep breath, working up his courage before saying,
"I... I think we should talk about the other night."
The cadence of the breaths Gabriel didn't need to take changed. When he spoke again, his tone was soft and strangely distant.
"There's nothing to say, Sam. Go back to sleep."
All the rekindled want and confusion in Sam surged to the surface, boiling over in sentences that formed on his tongue before he could think.
"What are you going to do, Gabriel? Pretend that you didn't show up on my doorstep drunk off your ass and jealous out of your mind? Wish away the fact that you told me you loved me? Act like none of it ever happened and drop off the face of the earth for another eight months?"
Gabriel turned his head towards Sam; the room was too dark to make out the expression written on his features, but Sam could make out the tense-flexing ripple of the muscles in Gabriel's jaw. It occurred to Sam then that Gabriel might actually disappear, a thought that was followed shortly by the realization that the amount of panic flooding his senses at the prospect of Gabriel leaving was downright alarming. Locked away and left to themselves for so long, his feelings for Gabriel had taken on a life of their own, morphing into something Sam found almost as frightening as the idea of Gabriel running away.
Before Sam could say anything, he felt a shift in the mattress as Gabriel's body went rigid, followed not by a rush of air and an empty space as Sam feared, but by the hot, solid weight of Gabriel on top of him.
"No," the archangel growled, threading his fingers through Sam's hair before closing the distance between them, sealing his lips against Sam's with a possessive ferocity that made Sam shudder.
Gabriel kissed Sam until the man's head was spinning from lack of oxygen, licking his way inside Sam's mouth and swallowing the moans he found there.
As a pair of arms coiled around him, Gabriel moved his lips down Sam's neck, lavishing nips and caresses of his tongue on the delicate skin and reveling in the soft, desperate noises of pleasure the man beneath him made.
"Wanted you for so long, Sammy," Gabriel groaned against the flesh beneath his mouth.
The sharp edges of Gabriel's canines dragged over Sam's collarbone, scraping bruises to the taut skin. The sweet-harsh pain was everything Sam craved, and layered over his rising lust, he heard the sound of Gabriel's voice.
"I didn't realize how I felt about you until you destroyed a Horseman. By then, it was too late - I'd already had a hand in breaking you, I'd tortured you, and I'd shown no faith in you. I thought you hated me, so I stayed away, but I watched you and protected you as best I could."
Agile, greedy hands clutched at Sam, claiming him, pulling the sheets down and tearing the thin fabric of his t-shirt away, exposing the expanse of golden skin beneath to Gabriel's lips, teeth, and tongue.
"The idea of someone else having you, having this beautiful body beneath them, drove me crazy."
He licked a long stripe from Sam's belt buckle to the hollow at the base of his throat, coaxing a long, low rumble from deep within Sam's chest.
Sam hardly had the time to catch his breath before Gabriel began to move again, leaving a path of bite-marks over Sam's chest before swiping his tongue over one of Sam's nipples, sucking the pink nub into the wet heat that lay between his lips.
Before long, Sam was achingly hard; Gabriel was doing things born of millennia of practice that sent relentless bursts of desire straight to Sam's cock.
Gabriel looked up at Sam, green-gold eyes locking with hazel as his swollen mouth released the hard, flushed peak, forming words with breath that rushed hot along over-sensitive skin.
"Love you, Sammy. Need you. Need you to be mine."
In the span of an eye-blink, Gabriel was naked above him, slender and strong and gorgeous. With slow undulations of his hips, Gabriel ground down against Sam's hardness; the thin cotton of Sam's boxers all that lay between them.
"I'll be good to you, Sam, as good as I know how. I'll take care of you. I won't ever run from you or leave you."
With an unfamiliar tenderness in his eyes, Gabriel cupped Sam's face in his hands, gazing long and deep as though he was searching Sam's soul.
"All I ask, all I want in return, is your love."
Sam's lips curled into a smile as his hands found Gabriel's hips, fingers biting deep as Sam tightened his grip and arched up against Gabriel's body.
"You don't have to ask for something you already have."
With a thought, Gabriel freed himself from Sam's grasp and slid down his body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire along Sam's belly. As Sam watched, Gabriel snagged his boxers between his teeth and dragged them down along his legs, making them vanish when they reached Sam's knees. He eyed Sam's newly freed cock hungrily before sucking him down, taking Sam's entire length in a single, smooth motion. He was too worked up to last long; with just a few strokes of Gabriel's mouth and the tongue that worked him just right, flicking over the base of the head, Sam was spilling into Gabriel's mouth, legs shaking as the archangel swallowed every last drop and licked him clean.
Gabriel crawled up Sam's body, snuggling into the smooth skin of his chest.
Fumbling through the haze left behind by his orgasm, Sam tried to slide a hand between their bodies to grip the hardness he felt pressing into his stomach. Gabriel chuckled and swatted his hand away.
"Go to sleep, Sam, there'll be plenty of time for that later."
Sam curled an arm around Gabriel's body, rubbing his thumb against the soft texture of Gabriel's hip.
"Will you be here when I wake up?"
"No," Gabriel said as he pressed a gentle kiss to the center of Sam's tattoo, "but I'll be back soon."
"Promise?"
Gabriel smiled, tracing the line of Sam's cheekbone with his fingers.
"Promise."
Sam let himself drift off, lulled by the rhythm of his lover's heart against his chest, and the sleep he found behind his eyelids was the most peaceful he'd had in years.
Chapter Four: Nothing Else Matters