A Little Finesse
This was my response to a drabble prompt in deanalistair The original prompt can be found here. I realised I wanted a copy of it in my own journal..
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, torture
Characters: Dean, Alastair
Summary: 300 word limit. Alistair talking Dean through a torture session, Dean being the one torturing someone else. It can be in a professorial, "This is how we vivisect" mode, taunting him to get him through it, whatever you would like. It can be the first time after Dean steps off the rack, the last time before he's freed, or anywhere in between.
Dean preferred the intimacy of flesh striking flesh.
He would beat his victims, blunt force trauma until the flesh wore away from his knuckles. He only got tired when they stopped screaming. In hell, that meant never. As beautiful as he was with those brilliant green eyes raging from a face splattered in blood and gore Alastair thought it was time to teach him a little finesse.
“Dean.” He spoke gently. Beautiful boy, he still startled sometimes at raised voices. But this wasn’t an exercise in fear, it was a lesson in love.
His word failed to penetrate the blood haze of Dean’s work. Alastair smiled, enjoying the rapt concentration etched in his brow. He ran a long clawed finger up the back of Dean’s neck, right where it made him shudder and moan when bitten. His favorite student stopped, green eyes turning to him in question. How hard had he worked not to break the boy completely, to leave just enough humanity to keep those emerald orbs from filling with black ash? Beautiful.
“There’s my good boy.” Dean glowed under the praise he never got from his own father. “Would you like to try something new? I have a special toy for you.” His heart beat faster as the boy straightened, fixing him with expectant eyes. Alastair held out his personal razor, waving a hand at the victim. Whole again.
“Now look closely. Do you see this dark line here? This is the cervical plexus, the nerve that controls the diaphragm. Go ahead, touch it. See how it draws the screams right out of her without touching anything else? But that’s easy. Cut it. Yes, there. Perfect. Now see if you can make her scream.”
“Oh, Dean…” His voice cracked with pride. Such a quick learner. “You’re so creative…”
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, torture
Characters: Dean, Alastair
Summary: 300 word limit. Alistair talking Dean through a torture session, Dean being the one torturing someone else. It can be in a professorial, "This is how we vivisect" mode, taunting him to get him through it, whatever you would like. It can be the first time after Dean steps off the rack, the last time before he's freed, or anywhere in between.
Dean preferred the intimacy of flesh striking flesh.
He would beat his victims, blunt force trauma until the flesh wore away from his knuckles. He only got tired when they stopped screaming. In hell, that meant never. As beautiful as he was with those brilliant green eyes raging from a face splattered in blood and gore Alastair thought it was time to teach him a little finesse.
“Dean.” He spoke gently. Beautiful boy, he still startled sometimes at raised voices. But this wasn’t an exercise in fear, it was a lesson in love.
His word failed to penetrate the blood haze of Dean’s work. Alastair smiled, enjoying the rapt concentration etched in his brow. He ran a long clawed finger up the back of Dean’s neck, right where it made him shudder and moan when bitten. His favorite student stopped, green eyes turning to him in question. How hard had he worked not to break the boy completely, to leave just enough humanity to keep those emerald orbs from filling with black ash? Beautiful.
“There’s my good boy.” Dean glowed under the praise he never got from his own father. “Would you like to try something new? I have a special toy for you.” His heart beat faster as the boy straightened, fixing him with expectant eyes. Alastair held out his personal razor, waving a hand at the victim. Whole again.
“Now look closely. Do you see this dark line here? This is the cervical plexus, the nerve that controls the diaphragm. Go ahead, touch it. See how it draws the screams right out of her without touching anything else? But that’s easy. Cut it. Yes, there. Perfect. Now see if you can make her scream.”
“Oh, Dean…” His voice cracked with pride. Such a quick learner. “You’re so creative…”