SPN ficlet for blindfold_spn: Fell on Black Days
Title: Fell on Black Days
Author: bloodnfire
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: Around 800
Summary: Written for the blindfold_spn prompt: "Mpreg, Boyking!Sam gets Dean pregnant with his heir, preferably noncon/dubcon." And dubcon it is.
Notes: *Coughs awkwardly* Um. Yeah. I think the prompt should tell you everything you need to know. I've been a bit iffy about whether to post this here but eh. I figured I might as well. This is the only thing I wrote for blindfold_spn but I had a damn good time reading every thing there. Title from Soundgarden.
Some thing's wrong, Dean thinks. Well, a lot of things are wrong these days and he can't quite focus on any thing specific. He needs to get out, needs to think, needs to breathe but Sam's every where, body stretched out over Dean's; all long and warm and hard. Sam's teeth and tongue paint a trail of bruises over Dean's throat; over his fluttering pulse point up to his jaw and it's like Sam's sucking all the oxygen out of the room, out of the world, until Dean's feels light headed and dizzy.
***
Sam may have changed but they never did. Dean's always had trouble seeing the other colours in the world around all the different shades of Sammy. And maybe those shades are looking a little (okay, a lot) darker but at least Dean's always known where he stands. Until tonight, that is. Until Sam came back from one of his secret meetings with God knows who (and isn't that just fucking ironic), stalking into the room with long strides; dark eyes narrowing in on Dean with a frightening intensity. He'd been flat on his back on the bed before the door was even shut and Sam'd been all over him, kissing his way straight through Dean's protests.
***
One of Dean's wrists is pinned above his head. Sam's hand wrapped around it isn't tight enough to bruise, or even really hurt, but firm enough to let Dean know he isn't going any where. That should piss him off; make him fight but he can't manage more than a half-hearted shove at Sam's chest with his free hand and then Sam's running his hand up Dean's side, over his cheek, through his hair. Sam's saying, "Shh" and, "It's okay, just relax, Dean. It's okay," and Dean's not even trying to push him away any more, he's just letting his hand rest on Sam's chest. He can feel Sam's heart beat against his finger tips; a steady rhythm in contrast to the frantic pounding of Dean's.
Sam releases his hold of Dean's wrist, both hands sliding down to grasp Dean's hips, and he is going to have bruises there. Despite not being physically restrained now Dean still can't bring himself to move. It could be because of Sam's powers, he's never used them on Dean before but he's never been like this either - so predatory and purposeful. Or maybe Dean really doesn't want to. He just lays there, trying to catch hold of a coherent thought while Sam's slick fingers work him open, and he's just so gentle about it, so damn careful not to hurt him, that it's like nothing's changed. Sam's mouth covers his, licking and nipping at his lips until Dean parts them a little, enough for Sam's tongue to slip inside and coax them wider. It's still wrong. He can feel it, a sharp, cold sense of some thing twisting around them. Sam's fingers are gone suddenly and there's a vague sense of emptiness before he feels the push of Sam's cock against his entrance and Sam's sliding hot and hard inside of him.
Sam's breath is hot in is ear as he whispers things like, "Perfect" and "Beautiful" while Dean can barely manage more than these desperate little moans that would be embarrassing if he was in any state to actually register it. His head's spinning and his cock's aching, trapped between their bodies, and Dean's not even sure that he wants this to be happening but it is and - and Jesus, Sam's coming - hot, wetness pulsing into him. Sam pulls Dean close, buries his face in Dean's neck and wraps his hand around Dean's dick. It only takes three quick thrusts of Sam's fist until Dean's coming, collapsing spent into Sam's arms.
***
He feels half asleep, floating in the darkness. Sam presses a kiss to his neck, maneuvering them so Dean's lying on his side with his back pressed against his brother's chest. Sam's arm snakes around Dean's waist, pulling him closer still, thumb rubbing small circles across Dean's stomach. He's at least three quarters asleep when he hears Sam's voice, Sam saying, "I saw it, Dean. I saw what I have to do." It's spoken with such conviction, such pride, that it draws Dean's mind away from sleep. He turns his head as much as he can, looking up at Sam. He says, "Sam?What'da have to do?" Sam just looks down at him with this half smile that makes Dean's heart rate pick up again and sends a chill down his spine. "Sammy,what've you done?"
"Nothing," Sam says, smile breaking out in full and he spreads his hand wide across Dean's belly, stroking gently. "Nothing compared with what he's going to do."
Author: bloodnfire
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: Around 800
Summary: Written for the blindfold_spn prompt: "Mpreg, Boyking!Sam gets Dean pregnant with his heir, preferably noncon/dubcon." And dubcon it is.
Notes: *Coughs awkwardly* Um. Yeah. I think the prompt should tell you everything you need to know. I've been a bit iffy about whether to post this here but eh. I figured I might as well. This is the only thing I wrote for blindfold_spn but I had a damn good time reading every thing there. Title from Soundgarden.
Some thing's wrong, Dean thinks. Well, a lot of things are wrong these days and he can't quite focus on any thing specific. He needs to get out, needs to think, needs to breathe but Sam's every where, body stretched out over Dean's; all long and warm and hard. Sam's teeth and tongue paint a trail of bruises over Dean's throat; over his fluttering pulse point up to his jaw and it's like Sam's sucking all the oxygen out of the room, out of the world, until Dean's feels light headed and dizzy.
***
Sam may have changed but they never did. Dean's always had trouble seeing the other colours in the world around all the different shades of Sammy. And maybe those shades are looking a little (okay, a lot) darker but at least Dean's always known where he stands. Until tonight, that is. Until Sam came back from one of his secret meetings with God knows who (and isn't that just fucking ironic), stalking into the room with long strides; dark eyes narrowing in on Dean with a frightening intensity. He'd been flat on his back on the bed before the door was even shut and Sam'd been all over him, kissing his way straight through Dean's protests.
***
One of Dean's wrists is pinned above his head. Sam's hand wrapped around it isn't tight enough to bruise, or even really hurt, but firm enough to let Dean know he isn't going any where. That should piss him off; make him fight but he can't manage more than a half-hearted shove at Sam's chest with his free hand and then Sam's running his hand up Dean's side, over his cheek, through his hair. Sam's saying, "Shh" and, "It's okay, just relax, Dean. It's okay," and Dean's not even trying to push him away any more, he's just letting his hand rest on Sam's chest. He can feel Sam's heart beat against his finger tips; a steady rhythm in contrast to the frantic pounding of Dean's.
Sam releases his hold of Dean's wrist, both hands sliding down to grasp Dean's hips, and he is going to have bruises there. Despite not being physically restrained now Dean still can't bring himself to move. It could be because of Sam's powers, he's never used them on Dean before but he's never been like this either - so predatory and purposeful. Or maybe Dean really doesn't want to. He just lays there, trying to catch hold of a coherent thought while Sam's slick fingers work him open, and he's just so gentle about it, so damn careful not to hurt him, that it's like nothing's changed. Sam's mouth covers his, licking and nipping at his lips until Dean parts them a little, enough for Sam's tongue to slip inside and coax them wider. It's still wrong. He can feel it, a sharp, cold sense of some thing twisting around them. Sam's fingers are gone suddenly and there's a vague sense of emptiness before he feels the push of Sam's cock against his entrance and Sam's sliding hot and hard inside of him.
Sam's breath is hot in is ear as he whispers things like, "Perfect" and "Beautiful" while Dean can barely manage more than these desperate little moans that would be embarrassing if he was in any state to actually register it. His head's spinning and his cock's aching, trapped between their bodies, and Dean's not even sure that he wants this to be happening but it is and - and Jesus, Sam's coming - hot, wetness pulsing into him. Sam pulls Dean close, buries his face in Dean's neck and wraps his hand around Dean's dick. It only takes three quick thrusts of Sam's fist until Dean's coming, collapsing spent into Sam's arms.
***
He feels half asleep, floating in the darkness. Sam presses a kiss to his neck, maneuvering them so Dean's lying on his side with his back pressed against his brother's chest. Sam's arm snakes around Dean's waist, pulling him closer still, thumb rubbing small circles across Dean's stomach. He's at least three quarters asleep when he hears Sam's voice, Sam saying, "I saw it, Dean. I saw what I have to do." It's spoken with such conviction, such pride, that it draws Dean's mind away from sleep. He turns his head as much as he can, looking up at Sam. He says, "Sam?What'da have to do?" Sam just looks down at him with this half smile that makes Dean's heart rate pick up again and sends a chill down his spine. "Sammy,what've you done?"
"Nothing," Sam says, smile breaking out in full and he spreads his hand wide across Dean's belly, stroking gently. "Nothing compared with what he's going to do."