My body, given up for you

[whit_merule]

Written: 2-3 Nov 2011.
Pairing: Dean/Gabriel, background Castiel/Dean and OT4 (no cheating).
Rating: R, edging towards NC-17 for non-con references.
Length: c. 3300.
Warnings: Non-con and dub-con references early on.
Notes: Originally posted for anonymous kinkmeme at spn-gabriel. A little revised since then

Comments

[anonymous]

First off, I love all your stories! I truly admire your writing style, how you do such a great job keeping the boys and their angels in character while steering the story to different conclusions than cannon and doing it in such a way that it does not feel forced at all.

I am so glad you posted this fic. As a survivor, you put into words what I've been trying (and failing) to phrase in my own mind for years why it is so hard for me to trust someone with my very essence, when I can trust them completely with anything else, including my body. Truly, thank you.

"Then go ahead and tell me you’re completely down with this. Letting me do this to you. Anything. Open you up. Take you apart. Taking you for mine, all of you, all at once, and not a thing, not a fucking thing you can do about it once I’m there." and "It was bright and hungry and fierce and not nice at all, on and on until Dean was trembling with the intimacy of it, raw and open and terrifying, stumbling over the responses Gabriel demanded, confessing, moaning, admitting, cursing. He didn’t let Dean keep a single part for himself..." and "Dean’s brain didn’t really want to kick into gear, so he let it just ramble along at its own pace as he took stock. Kind of raw, kind of open and... not used, but definitely a bit dirty. In a good way. Not just his body, either. But mostly, overwhelmingly, he felt safe all over. Taken care of and known, inside and out. And hey, if he was going to be honest, which he might as well be under the circumstances before he tucked all the dirty laundry back into its various drawers, that was hot as all hell."