fic#5 - wincest by cathybites
Fics coming early today, kiddies, because I am out, out, OUT tonight!
Wincest now, gen coming soon!
Title - Red
Pairing - Sam/Dean
Rating - Adult
Author - ???
Red
"Why can't you just drop it?"
Fists clenched so tightly he could feel blood trickle down his palms, all Dean can do is stare at Sam. He cricks his neck and counts to ten before speaking. "Because you're leaving." The words fall from his mouth, their bitter aftertaste nearly choking him.
Sam blows out a breath and shakes his head, rubbing the heel of his hand over his eyes. "God, Dean, this isn't about you and me, it's about *me, what I need. I can't do this anymore."
Deep down inside, Dean knows Sam is talking about hunting, about living life outside of mainstream society, but it still feels like he's talking about them, saying he doesn't want Dean in his life anymore. Sam is leaving - leaving - and the rage that thought brings forth simmers in his veins, burns his vision with the heat of its anger. He turns abruptly, facing the rumpled bed where he and Sam had slept last night. Behind him, Sam still speaks, pleadingly, placatingly, asking him to understand why he's doing this.
But Dean doesn't understand, can't understand why this isn't enough for Sam. Why he isn't enough. He screws his eyes shut and bites down on his lip, gnawing until copper bursts against his tongue.
A hand touches his shoulder and Dean grabs it hard, yanking so that Sam stumbles around him, facing him uncertainly. "You're leaving me," Dean says, the words forced between his teeth. He shoves Sam and repeats them again. "You're leaving me," and Sam blurs before him until Dean swipes a hand at his eyes.
"No, not you, never you," Sam says, but Dean shoves him again until Sam falls against the bed.
"Shut up," he hisses, crawling over Sam, pushing his chin up with one hand and biting down on the soft skin of his throat. "Shut up, shut up, just shut the fuck up!" His hands dig into Sam's shoulders, pressing him down into the mattress while Dean attacks his neck, biting and licking and sucking, following the rapid pulse of Sam's heartbeat.
Beneath him, Sam whimpers and writhes, reaching up to pull Dean's hips against his. Already he's rock-hard, and Dean's dick swells at the feel of Sam's hard-on next to it. They grind their erections against each other, and it's almost too painful to be good, but it's exactly what Dean needs, a matching ache to the one spreading across the rest of him. Dean rears up and thrusts hard against Sam, his breath exploding out of him with each gasp of Sam's. "Sammy," he whispers before leaning back down to bite at Sam's mouth, snagging the lower lip between his teeth and trapping it, then forcing Sam's mouth open to push his tongue in, sweeping over the inside and luring Sam's tongue out so he can suck on it.
Sam moans into his mouth and Dean reaches a hand between them, fumbling as he quickly undoes Sam's jeans, shoving them and his shorts out of the way. He wants to fuck Sam raw, wants to swallow him down so deep he'll be a part of Dean forever. Wants to mark him and bleed him and make him beg to stay by Dean's side for the rest of his life. Wants Sam to say he'll stay no matter how much he hates this life, how angry he gets with Dad.
No matter how miserable he is.
Instead, Dean takes Sam in his hand, fingers running gently over the shaft, thumb sliding over the head before his fist closes tightly around him, jerking him quick and rough, ignoring the pleading noises torn from Sam's throat. He braces himself on his free arm and watches Sam look up at him from half-lidded eyes, watches as those eyes fall shut and Sam cries out before biting down on his swollen lip. The muffled sound of his quiet and desperate moans fill the room. Dean's hand is slick with wet warmth and for one crazy second, he half-wishes it had been blood that had spilled between them, binding them together.
Sam lets out a shuddering breath and reaches a trembling hand for him, but Dean rolls away. He wipes his hand on the comforter and stands, adjusting himself before turning to grab his jacket.
"Wait-- Dean?" he hears Sam say but he just grabs his keys and leaves, slamming the door shut behind him.
-END-
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Wincest now, gen coming soon!
Title - Red
Pairing - Sam/Dean
Rating - Adult
Author - ???
Red
"Why can't you just drop it?"
Fists clenched so tightly he could feel blood trickle down his palms, all Dean can do is stare at Sam. He cricks his neck and counts to ten before speaking. "Because you're leaving." The words fall from his mouth, their bitter aftertaste nearly choking him.
Sam blows out a breath and shakes his head, rubbing the heel of his hand over his eyes. "God, Dean, this isn't about you and me, it's about *me, what I need. I can't do this anymore."
Deep down inside, Dean knows Sam is talking about hunting, about living life outside of mainstream society, but it still feels like he's talking about them, saying he doesn't want Dean in his life anymore. Sam is leaving - leaving - and the rage that thought brings forth simmers in his veins, burns his vision with the heat of its anger. He turns abruptly, facing the rumpled bed where he and Sam had slept last night. Behind him, Sam still speaks, pleadingly, placatingly, asking him to understand why he's doing this.
But Dean doesn't understand, can't understand why this isn't enough for Sam. Why he isn't enough. He screws his eyes shut and bites down on his lip, gnawing until copper bursts against his tongue.
A hand touches his shoulder and Dean grabs it hard, yanking so that Sam stumbles around him, facing him uncertainly. "You're leaving me," Dean says, the words forced between his teeth. He shoves Sam and repeats them again. "You're leaving me," and Sam blurs before him until Dean swipes a hand at his eyes.
"No, not you, never you," Sam says, but Dean shoves him again until Sam falls against the bed.
"Shut up," he hisses, crawling over Sam, pushing his chin up with one hand and biting down on the soft skin of his throat. "Shut up, shut up, just shut the fuck up!" His hands dig into Sam's shoulders, pressing him down into the mattress while Dean attacks his neck, biting and licking and sucking, following the rapid pulse of Sam's heartbeat.
Beneath him, Sam whimpers and writhes, reaching up to pull Dean's hips against his. Already he's rock-hard, and Dean's dick swells at the feel of Sam's hard-on next to it. They grind their erections against each other, and it's almost too painful to be good, but it's exactly what Dean needs, a matching ache to the one spreading across the rest of him. Dean rears up and thrusts hard against Sam, his breath exploding out of him with each gasp of Sam's. "Sammy," he whispers before leaning back down to bite at Sam's mouth, snagging the lower lip between his teeth and trapping it, then forcing Sam's mouth open to push his tongue in, sweeping over the inside and luring Sam's tongue out so he can suck on it.
Sam moans into his mouth and Dean reaches a hand between them, fumbling as he quickly undoes Sam's jeans, shoving them and his shorts out of the way. He wants to fuck Sam raw, wants to swallow him down so deep he'll be a part of Dean forever. Wants to mark him and bleed him and make him beg to stay by Dean's side for the rest of his life. Wants Sam to say he'll stay no matter how much he hates this life, how angry he gets with Dad.
No matter how miserable he is.
Instead, Dean takes Sam in his hand, fingers running gently over the shaft, thumb sliding over the head before his fist closes tightly around him, jerking him quick and rough, ignoring the pleading noises torn from Sam's throat. He braces himself on his free arm and watches Sam look up at him from half-lidded eyes, watches as those eyes fall shut and Sam cries out before biting down on his swollen lip. The muffled sound of his quiet and desperate moans fill the room. Dean's hand is slick with wet warmth and for one crazy second, he half-wishes it had been blood that had spilled between them, binding them together.
Sam lets out a shuddering breath and reaches a trembling hand for him, but Dean rolls away. He wipes his hand on the comforter and stands, adjusting himself before turning to grab his jacket.
"Wait-- Dean?" he hears Sam say but he just grabs his keys and leaves, slamming the door shut behind him.
-END-
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Poll guess the author!