SN PWP Fic: Driven to Distraction (Mayaverse)
Title: Driven to Distraction
Author: Trystan
Rating: Adult, NC-17
Category: Mayaverse AU
Pairing: Dean/Maya
Word Count: 1647
Spoilers: the entire Mayaverse thus far; season one thus far (up to Dead Man’s Blood); set between Blood Bonds and Shades of Grey
Notable Credits: beta'd by acostilow and jainadurron. Sam and Dean are not mine, although goddess knows I wish Dean was. Maya's mine; full credits at the end.
Summary: Dean and Maya. Do I need to say anything else?
Driven to Distraction
With Maya, Dean Winchester could never get away with just kissing her. She was intoxicating, a drug that left you wanting a fix worse than the last time. When they were in the presence of others, it was obvious they were lovers from the smoldering looks, but there was barely any touching - just the light touch of his hand on her arm, her fingertips gently caressing his shoulder. They never kissed in public. Their need, the hunger, drove them to distraction.
In private, however, the dynamic was completely different - as it was on this night. Maya was bored with a party she was throwing at one of the many Necropolis night clubs she owned. As hostess, it probably wasn’t polite to leave your own party without a good excuse. She surveyed her crowd, hoping that one of the humans was taunting a vampire - a good reason for Maya to excuse herself for a snack - when the perfect alibi walked in the door: all 72 inches of her lover - and vampire childe - Dean Winchester.
In his previous life, Dean hunted supernatural evil with his brother Sam. The fact that Dean had been a vampire for the past two months was something Sam was still having trouble with.
So when Sam drove past a large warehouse building en route to their motel that evening, a preternatural calling woke Dean from his slumber in the back seat. Dean could sense that the sun had just set, and he was hungry. It had taken time, and self-constraint, not to bite the first thing Dean saw when he woke in the evenings. Most of the time, it was his brother, who was still human.
Sam still jumped every time he saw Dean’s golden eyes, or fangs, and this time was no exception. Sam had driven most of the day, stopping once or twice for the requisite pit stops, and thought how easy it would have been to pull the dark blanket off the vampire sleeping in the backseat, and let the sun set it afire.
But every time he thought this, he was reminded the vampire was his brother, and burning a vamp in the backseat would screw up the car royally, and then where would he be? As he passed the warehouse, he looked up into the rearview mirror, knowing he’d seen that kind of building before, and nearly screamed.
Sam had been hunting with his brother for nearly a year now, and there wasn’t much that Sam had seen that would surprise, shock, or scare him. But the reflection of Dean’s golden eyes in the mirror scared the shit out of him.
“Whoa, easy there, Sammy,” Dean said and the car swerved violently due to Sam’s momentary reaction. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Thought did cross my mind,” he muttered.
“Thanks, Sammy,” Dean replied, as he’d heard the soft-spoke words as if Sam had said them aloud anyway.
“Pull over, Sam,” Dean said, recognizing the call that resonated in his blood.
“What? Dean? I have nowhere to pull over on this back road!” Sam protested. Dean leaned forward and growled his request in his brother’s ear. Sam was so startled that he did, in fact, pull over and stop the car.
The next instant, Dean had left the car, and Sam sat alone in stunned silence, wondering what the hell that was all about, and would he ever get used to his brother being a vampire?
~*~
As soon as Dean entered the Necropolis, he found Maya immediately, but pretended not to notice her right away, despite her low cut jeans and baby doll t-shirt that offered a glimpse of her pale skin. He paused at the pool table, contemplating hustling some unsuspecting human. Although that temptation was great, there was one that was even more alluring.
She was at the bar, leaning her back against the counter, surveying the room. To Dean, it looked as though Maya had found what she was looking for, and was now pretending not to notice the object of her search. Bypassing the pool table - and the dartboards - for now, he went over and sat at the bar. There was another vampire sitting between them, but after sensing the pull between the vampires on either side of him, he found a seat at another part of the counter.
“So, you, uh, come here often?” he playfully asked.
“I own the place,” she replied, her fingers playing with the stem of a wine glass filled with deep red blood.
“That’s very cliché,” Dean told her.
Maya arched her brow, and smiled, showing her fangs. “And I suppose yours isn’t?” She looked at the empty counter in front of him. “Are you going to order a drink? It’s usually customary at a bar, right?”
She slowly traced her lips with her tongue.
“I thought I’d get something not listed on the menu,” he said, absently licking his own lips.
“Something from our private stock,” she said softly. “Excellent choice.” She called the bartender over to her. “Nicola,” she said, “Watch the bar for me tonight. I’ll be showing this young man something from my... private collection,” she told the younger vampire, but was looking at Dean as she spoke. Nicola nodded, having never seen Maya so... enchanted with one of her childer like this. The younger vampire murmured something that Maya might have heard, had she not have taken Dean’s hand, and pulled him towards a door that led to one of the many of the back rooms and wine cellars.
The moment her hand touched his skin, it almost sizzled, and he could feel his erection straining against his jeans from just that one touch. Maya herself had never had such a strong reaction from any of the other men she’d taken as lovers over the past centuries.
Once they were through the door, Maya rounded on Dean with the quickness of a vampire, and crushed her lips to his. She’d wanted Dean since she’d first seen him when he was human, couldn’t get him out of her mind. She slammed into him, and forced them against the wall as the kissed him, and pressed her hips against his.
Dean attempted to get off his leather jacket and denim work shirt, but they were kissing like they had no tomorrow, when in fact they had every tomorrow in the world. With newfound strength, Dean pushed himself away from the wall and let drop his jacket and denim shirt. He put his hands on her waist, and caressed her skin, pulling her shirt up and savoring the cool smoothness of her back.
Trailing his hands back to her waist, he cupped her ass and pulled her to him. Now in control, Dean turned them around so Maya was against the wall, her legs around his waist. She could feel how hard he was through her jeans, and she grinded herself against him.
Their tongues entwined each others, exploring their mouths, sliding over their fangs. Maya’s hands clutched at Dean’s hair, and she moaned against him. His hands found the front of her jeans and he undid them. Growling playfully, he unhooked her legs from around his waist and undid his own jeans and tugged down both pairs and his boxers.
His barely moved, but he vaguely realized that Maya’s jeans and panties had ended up on the floor on top of his shirts. She wrapped her legs around his waist again, and arched away from the wall, pulled him into her. He held her to him with one arm, and supported himself against the wall with the other hand.
She was slick and ready for him, as he was for her. They moved together, slowly at first, teasing each other. He slowly ended the kiss and trailed the tip of his tongue to nibble gently on her ear, and down the length of her neck to that soft flesh that tantalized him, teased him. He kissed the smooth skin at the base of her neck, she moaned and leaned her head back against the wall.
Thrusting hard into her, he looked up and watched her face, watched her fangs grow, and watched her golden eyes almost spark. His own eyes were gold he knew. She was moving with him as he thrust harder, her nails digging into his back. In one deep thrust, he buried his shaft deep inside her, and came as his fangs sank into the soft hollow of her neck.
He felt her body shudder as she drank from him as well.
Their bodies relaxing, Dean felt his arm that was supporting him go slack. He sagged against Maya. She slowly brought her legs down to the floor. They stood there a moment, Maya against the wall, Dean leaning against Maya.
Once his strength returned, he stood on his own and got Maya’s panties and jeans for her, and straightened himself out as well.
“You know I have to leave again,” Dean said.
“A job?”
“I think so. Sammy’s being obscure again.” He picked up his denim shirt and put it on over his tee-shirt, but just draped the jacket over his arm.
She smiled up at him, and drew her nail along his jawline.
“You know he’s just needling his big brother,” she said coyly. He reached up and held her wrist. She spoke again.
“I know it’s not easy for you, Dean. The hunger is never easy. And it never goes away,” she said softly.
He released her wrist.
“I know,” he whispered, leaning forward to touch her lips gently with his.
By the time Dean returned to the bar counter, Sam was at the bar, had ordered a beer, and was reading through their father’s journal and the day’s newspapers for their next job. Dean looked back at the door where Maya still stood, and blew her a kiss.
***
Supernatural Alternate Universe Fan Fiction
For entertainment only
© 2006 by Caren Franco
Only Maya, the Necropolis and Nicola are original. Dean, Sam, John and Mary Winchester, and Jessica Lee Moore were created by Eric Kripke, Robert Singer, Kripke Enterprises Scrap Metal and Entertainment; and Warner Brothers.
Author: Trystan
Rating: Adult, NC-17
Category: Mayaverse AU
Pairing: Dean/Maya
Word Count: 1647
Spoilers: the entire Mayaverse thus far; season one thus far (up to Dead Man’s Blood); set between Blood Bonds and Shades of Grey
Notable Credits: beta'd by acostilow and jainadurron. Sam and Dean are not mine, although goddess knows I wish Dean was. Maya's mine; full credits at the end.
Summary: Dean and Maya. Do I need to say anything else?
Driven to Distraction
With Maya, Dean Winchester could never get away with just kissing her. She was intoxicating, a drug that left you wanting a fix worse than the last time. When they were in the presence of others, it was obvious they were lovers from the smoldering looks, but there was barely any touching - just the light touch of his hand on her arm, her fingertips gently caressing his shoulder. They never kissed in public. Their need, the hunger, drove them to distraction.
In private, however, the dynamic was completely different - as it was on this night. Maya was bored with a party she was throwing at one of the many Necropolis night clubs she owned. As hostess, it probably wasn’t polite to leave your own party without a good excuse. She surveyed her crowd, hoping that one of the humans was taunting a vampire - a good reason for Maya to excuse herself for a snack - when the perfect alibi walked in the door: all 72 inches of her lover - and vampire childe - Dean Winchester.
In his previous life, Dean hunted supernatural evil with his brother Sam. The fact that Dean had been a vampire for the past two months was something Sam was still having trouble with.
So when Sam drove past a large warehouse building en route to their motel that evening, a preternatural calling woke Dean from his slumber in the back seat. Dean could sense that the sun had just set, and he was hungry. It had taken time, and self-constraint, not to bite the first thing Dean saw when he woke in the evenings. Most of the time, it was his brother, who was still human.
Sam still jumped every time he saw Dean’s golden eyes, or fangs, and this time was no exception. Sam had driven most of the day, stopping once or twice for the requisite pit stops, and thought how easy it would have been to pull the dark blanket off the vampire sleeping in the backseat, and let the sun set it afire.
But every time he thought this, he was reminded the vampire was his brother, and burning a vamp in the backseat would screw up the car royally, and then where would he be? As he passed the warehouse, he looked up into the rearview mirror, knowing he’d seen that kind of building before, and nearly screamed.
Sam had been hunting with his brother for nearly a year now, and there wasn’t much that Sam had seen that would surprise, shock, or scare him. But the reflection of Dean’s golden eyes in the mirror scared the shit out of him.
“Whoa, easy there, Sammy,” Dean said and the car swerved violently due to Sam’s momentary reaction. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Thought did cross my mind,” he muttered.
“Thanks, Sammy,” Dean replied, as he’d heard the soft-spoke words as if Sam had said them aloud anyway.
“Pull over, Sam,” Dean said, recognizing the call that resonated in his blood.
“What? Dean? I have nowhere to pull over on this back road!” Sam protested. Dean leaned forward and growled his request in his brother’s ear. Sam was so startled that he did, in fact, pull over and stop the car.
The next instant, Dean had left the car, and Sam sat alone in stunned silence, wondering what the hell that was all about, and would he ever get used to his brother being a vampire?
~*~
As soon as Dean entered the Necropolis, he found Maya immediately, but pretended not to notice her right away, despite her low cut jeans and baby doll t-shirt that offered a glimpse of her pale skin. He paused at the pool table, contemplating hustling some unsuspecting human. Although that temptation was great, there was one that was even more alluring.
She was at the bar, leaning her back against the counter, surveying the room. To Dean, it looked as though Maya had found what she was looking for, and was now pretending not to notice the object of her search. Bypassing the pool table - and the dartboards - for now, he went over and sat at the bar. There was another vampire sitting between them, but after sensing the pull between the vampires on either side of him, he found a seat at another part of the counter.
“So, you, uh, come here often?” he playfully asked.
“I own the place,” she replied, her fingers playing with the stem of a wine glass filled with deep red blood.
“That’s very cliché,” Dean told her.
Maya arched her brow, and smiled, showing her fangs. “And I suppose yours isn’t?” She looked at the empty counter in front of him. “Are you going to order a drink? It’s usually customary at a bar, right?”
She slowly traced her lips with her tongue.
“I thought I’d get something not listed on the menu,” he said, absently licking his own lips.
“Something from our private stock,” she said softly. “Excellent choice.” She called the bartender over to her. “Nicola,” she said, “Watch the bar for me tonight. I’ll be showing this young man something from my... private collection,” she told the younger vampire, but was looking at Dean as she spoke. Nicola nodded, having never seen Maya so... enchanted with one of her childer like this. The younger vampire murmured something that Maya might have heard, had she not have taken Dean’s hand, and pulled him towards a door that led to one of the many of the back rooms and wine cellars.
The moment her hand touched his skin, it almost sizzled, and he could feel his erection straining against his jeans from just that one touch. Maya herself had never had such a strong reaction from any of the other men she’d taken as lovers over the past centuries.
Once they were through the door, Maya rounded on Dean with the quickness of a vampire, and crushed her lips to his. She’d wanted Dean since she’d first seen him when he was human, couldn’t get him out of her mind. She slammed into him, and forced them against the wall as the kissed him, and pressed her hips against his.
Dean attempted to get off his leather jacket and denim work shirt, but they were kissing like they had no tomorrow, when in fact they had every tomorrow in the world. With newfound strength, Dean pushed himself away from the wall and let drop his jacket and denim shirt. He put his hands on her waist, and caressed her skin, pulling her shirt up and savoring the cool smoothness of her back.
Trailing his hands back to her waist, he cupped her ass and pulled her to him. Now in control, Dean turned them around so Maya was against the wall, her legs around his waist. She could feel how hard he was through her jeans, and she grinded herself against him.
Their tongues entwined each others, exploring their mouths, sliding over their fangs. Maya’s hands clutched at Dean’s hair, and she moaned against him. His hands found the front of her jeans and he undid them. Growling playfully, he unhooked her legs from around his waist and undid his own jeans and tugged down both pairs and his boxers.
His barely moved, but he vaguely realized that Maya’s jeans and panties had ended up on the floor on top of his shirts. She wrapped her legs around his waist again, and arched away from the wall, pulled him into her. He held her to him with one arm, and supported himself against the wall with the other hand.
She was slick and ready for him, as he was for her. They moved together, slowly at first, teasing each other. He slowly ended the kiss and trailed the tip of his tongue to nibble gently on her ear, and down the length of her neck to that soft flesh that tantalized him, teased him. He kissed the smooth skin at the base of her neck, she moaned and leaned her head back against the wall.
Thrusting hard into her, he looked up and watched her face, watched her fangs grow, and watched her golden eyes almost spark. His own eyes were gold he knew. She was moving with him as he thrust harder, her nails digging into his back. In one deep thrust, he buried his shaft deep inside her, and came as his fangs sank into the soft hollow of her neck.
He felt her body shudder as she drank from him as well.
Their bodies relaxing, Dean felt his arm that was supporting him go slack. He sagged against Maya. She slowly brought her legs down to the floor. They stood there a moment, Maya against the wall, Dean leaning against Maya.
Once his strength returned, he stood on his own and got Maya’s panties and jeans for her, and straightened himself out as well.
“You know I have to leave again,” Dean said.
“A job?”
“I think so. Sammy’s being obscure again.” He picked up his denim shirt and put it on over his tee-shirt, but just draped the jacket over his arm.
She smiled up at him, and drew her nail along his jawline.
“You know he’s just needling his big brother,” she said coyly. He reached up and held her wrist. She spoke again.
“I know it’s not easy for you, Dean. The hunger is never easy. And it never goes away,” she said softly.
He released her wrist.
“I know,” he whispered, leaning forward to touch her lips gently with his.
By the time Dean returned to the bar counter, Sam was at the bar, had ordered a beer, and was reading through their father’s journal and the day’s newspapers for their next job. Dean looked back at the door where Maya still stood, and blew her a kiss.
***
Supernatural Alternate Universe Fan Fiction
For entertainment only
© 2006 by Caren Franco
Only Maya, the Necropolis and Nicola are original. Dean, Sam, John and Mary Winchester, and Jessica Lee Moore were created by Eric Kripke, Robert Singer, Kripke Enterprises Scrap Metal and Entertainment; and Warner Brothers.