Hate Is A Wonderful Feeling
Title: Hate Is A Wonderful Feeling
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Gabriel
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1,059
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: um, Hammer Of The Gods and every other Trickster episode...
Summary: Dean hates Gabriel. A lot. But Gabriel happens to be a damned good kisser too!
Warnings: knife!play, wing!kink, painplay, hatesex, I think that's about everything.
Notes: For moonofblindness who asked me for dark, kinky Dean/Gabriel. Hope this is what you're looking for!!
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As Dean is pushed roughly against the motel wall by Gabriel and kissed, something about war making strange bedfellows floats through Dean’s mind. They were arguing not even two minutes ago. Dean hates Gabriel, a lot. But fuck, he’s a fantastic kisser.
“I still hate you,” Dean mutters against the archangel’s lips. Gabriel grunts something that Dean takes as agreement before their lips come crashing together again. Dean’s free hand comes up to grab at Gabriel’s hair. Stupid hairstyle, Dean thinks as he pulls on it roughly.
Gabriel moves from Dean’s mouth to bite hard on the side of his neck. Dean grunts in pain, or so he tells himself its pain. He tugs harder on the hair and his other hand tightens around the hilt of his sword.
Without thinking, Dean slides the silver angelic sword between the two of them and presses the blade against Gabriel’s throat.
“You’re not getting the upper hand this time,” Dean growled, separating them by pushing harder against the angel’s throat. Gabriel swallowed harshly and took a small step backwards.
“I can kill you again,” Gabriel threatened. “I really enjoy doing it.” Dean laughed darkly and stepped forward, guiding them towards the bed.
“At any point, I can tell those asshole gods downstairs who you really are,” Dean said. “And I won’t feel guilty about it either.”
The back of Gabriel’s legs hit the bed. Dean added a fraction of pressure to push him down onto it.
“Fine,” Gabriel grumbled. “And what is your bidding, jackass?”
“I want to see your wings.”
Gabriel shook his head. Dean pointed the tip of the blade beneath his Adam’s apple and pressed just enough to break the first layer of skin. Pain shot through Gabriel’s body.
There was a flutter in the room and Gabriel showed his wings. They were steel blue and covered the bed behind Gabriel. He hung his head, staring at the floor.
“Wasn’t that hard, was it?” Dean asked as he brought the sword away from Gabriel’s neck to run along the top of one wing. Gabriel suppressed a shudder. Dean dropped his arm to the side and straddled his lap.
They kissed again, just as harsh as before. Dean bit at Gabriel’s lips and tangled his free hand in feathers. Dean was stroking the feathers lightly, pulling whimpers from Gabriel. Gabriel wrapped his arms around Dean’s narrow waist and fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Dean with him.
Dean forces Gabriel’s thighs apart with his knees and slotted his hips between Gabriel’s legs. Dean ground his hips down, bringing their still clothed dicks together. Gabriel bucks up, his hips meeting Dean’s, pulling a moan from both of them.
Gabriel snapped his fingers, and they were both naked. Dean pushed his hips down hard and pulled roughly on the feathers in his hand, making Gabriel gasp in pain.
“Fucking cheater,” Dean growled, circling his hips again and tugging at more feathers.
Gabriel’s lost; lost in the fabulous feeling of Dean grinding down onto him, delicious friction spreading through his lower half. But the pain of Dean pulling on his feathers. Gabriel isn’t quite sure if it’s going to keep him grounded, or add to his impending orgasm.
Gabriel’s eyes slam shut and his back arches off the mattress as Dean pulls loose one of the feathers. The spot where it was throbs with pain, but Dean’s grinding their dicks together faster, harder. All Gabriel can do is pant and meet each rock of hips.
Dean trailed the tip of the pulled feather down Gabriel’s throat before dropping it on the floor.
“Get lube, now,” Dean growled as he moved away from the angel’s lips to bite on his collar bone. Gabriel snapped his fingers again, making a tube of the liquid appear on the bed beside them. Dean took the container and flicked it open. He sat back on his heels and poured a generous amount on his fingers.
Dean crouched back over Gabriel. Without warning, he shoved two fingers inside Gabriel. Gabriel spread his legs further, hissing as Dean thrust his wet fingers inside. Dean was careful not to curl them. He didn’t want the bastard to enjoy it too much.
Gabriel was pushing back, urging Dean in deeper. Dean reached around and picked up the silver sword again. He pulled his fingers out of Gabriel, making him whine. Dean poured lube all over the hilt of the sword.
Gabriel groaned and lifted his hips. Dean brought the sword down to Gabriel’s slightly loosened hole and circled it. After a few moments of teasing, he thrust it inside, knowing that it would stretch and burn.
Gabriel made a choked and pained noise as the hilt of the sword entered him, stretching and burning. Dean gave a few shallow thrusts and the burn gave way to pleasure.
Giving it all he can with the sword, Dean straddled Gabriel’s leg. His hips rolled forward, rubbing himself on Gabriel’s thigh. He placed harsh, biting kisses along Gabriel’s chest and down to his wings.
Dean gave a hard thrust with the sword and bit down on Gabriel’s wing. Gabriel squirmed and panted.
“More, fuck, more,” Gabriel whined. Dean grinned into the feathers and bit again, pulling on them harshly and twisting the hilt more. Dean ground his hips down harder, chasing his own orgasm.
Dean gave two more thrusts against Gabriel’s thigh and came. His hips stuttered and his head shot up. His teeth pulled a few more feathers from Gabriel’s wings, making the angel howl.
After Dean was finished pumping his seed over Gabriel’s leg, he spit the mouthful of feathers in Gabriel’s face. He gave a few more sharp thrusts with the sword.
“Come, you son of a bitch,” Dean growled and bit on Gabriel’s collarbone. Gabriel let loose a very high pitched noise that made Dean’s ears ring. Gabriel lifted off the bed and came all over his stomach.
Dean pulled the hilt of the sword out fast, making Gabriel shout again. Dean rose off the bed and found his pile of clothes, all neatly folded. He turned back to Gabriel, who was panting and trying to come back to himself. Dean tossed the sword so it landed beside the angel and he began to dress.
“I still fucking hate you,” Dean threw over his shoulder as he left the room.
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cash loan
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Gabriel
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1,059
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: um, Hammer Of The Gods and every other Trickster episode...
Summary: Dean hates Gabriel. A lot. But Gabriel happens to be a damned good kisser too!
Warnings: knife!play, wing!kink, painplay, hatesex, I think that's about everything.
Notes: For moonofblindness who asked me for dark, kinky Dean/Gabriel. Hope this is what you're looking for!!
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As Dean is pushed roughly against the motel wall by Gabriel and kissed, something about war making strange bedfellows floats through Dean’s mind. They were arguing not even two minutes ago. Dean hates Gabriel, a lot. But fuck, he’s a fantastic kisser.
“I still hate you,” Dean mutters against the archangel’s lips. Gabriel grunts something that Dean takes as agreement before their lips come crashing together again. Dean’s free hand comes up to grab at Gabriel’s hair. Stupid hairstyle, Dean thinks as he pulls on it roughly.
Gabriel moves from Dean’s mouth to bite hard on the side of his neck. Dean grunts in pain, or so he tells himself its pain. He tugs harder on the hair and his other hand tightens around the hilt of his sword.
Without thinking, Dean slides the silver angelic sword between the two of them and presses the blade against Gabriel’s throat.
“You’re not getting the upper hand this time,” Dean growled, separating them by pushing harder against the angel’s throat. Gabriel swallowed harshly and took a small step backwards.
“I can kill you again,” Gabriel threatened. “I really enjoy doing it.” Dean laughed darkly and stepped forward, guiding them towards the bed.
“At any point, I can tell those asshole gods downstairs who you really are,” Dean said. “And I won’t feel guilty about it either.”
The back of Gabriel’s legs hit the bed. Dean added a fraction of pressure to push him down onto it.
“Fine,” Gabriel grumbled. “And what is your bidding, jackass?”
“I want to see your wings.”
Gabriel shook his head. Dean pointed the tip of the blade beneath his Adam’s apple and pressed just enough to break the first layer of skin. Pain shot through Gabriel’s body.
There was a flutter in the room and Gabriel showed his wings. They were steel blue and covered the bed behind Gabriel. He hung his head, staring at the floor.
“Wasn’t that hard, was it?” Dean asked as he brought the sword away from Gabriel’s neck to run along the top of one wing. Gabriel suppressed a shudder. Dean dropped his arm to the side and straddled his lap.
They kissed again, just as harsh as before. Dean bit at Gabriel’s lips and tangled his free hand in feathers. Dean was stroking the feathers lightly, pulling whimpers from Gabriel. Gabriel wrapped his arms around Dean’s narrow waist and fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Dean with him.
Dean forces Gabriel’s thighs apart with his knees and slotted his hips between Gabriel’s legs. Dean ground his hips down, bringing their still clothed dicks together. Gabriel bucks up, his hips meeting Dean’s, pulling a moan from both of them.
Gabriel snapped his fingers, and they were both naked. Dean pushed his hips down hard and pulled roughly on the feathers in his hand, making Gabriel gasp in pain.
“Fucking cheater,” Dean growled, circling his hips again and tugging at more feathers.
Gabriel’s lost; lost in the fabulous feeling of Dean grinding down onto him, delicious friction spreading through his lower half. But the pain of Dean pulling on his feathers. Gabriel isn’t quite sure if it’s going to keep him grounded, or add to his impending orgasm.
Gabriel’s eyes slam shut and his back arches off the mattress as Dean pulls loose one of the feathers. The spot where it was throbs with pain, but Dean’s grinding their dicks together faster, harder. All Gabriel can do is pant and meet each rock of hips.
Dean trailed the tip of the pulled feather down Gabriel’s throat before dropping it on the floor.
“Get lube, now,” Dean growled as he moved away from the angel’s lips to bite on his collar bone. Gabriel snapped his fingers again, making a tube of the liquid appear on the bed beside them. Dean took the container and flicked it open. He sat back on his heels and poured a generous amount on his fingers.
Dean crouched back over Gabriel. Without warning, he shoved two fingers inside Gabriel. Gabriel spread his legs further, hissing as Dean thrust his wet fingers inside. Dean was careful not to curl them. He didn’t want the bastard to enjoy it too much.
Gabriel was pushing back, urging Dean in deeper. Dean reached around and picked up the silver sword again. He pulled his fingers out of Gabriel, making him whine. Dean poured lube all over the hilt of the sword.
Gabriel groaned and lifted his hips. Dean brought the sword down to Gabriel’s slightly loosened hole and circled it. After a few moments of teasing, he thrust it inside, knowing that it would stretch and burn.
Gabriel made a choked and pained noise as the hilt of the sword entered him, stretching and burning. Dean gave a few shallow thrusts and the burn gave way to pleasure.
Giving it all he can with the sword, Dean straddled Gabriel’s leg. His hips rolled forward, rubbing himself on Gabriel’s thigh. He placed harsh, biting kisses along Gabriel’s chest and down to his wings.
Dean gave a hard thrust with the sword and bit down on Gabriel’s wing. Gabriel squirmed and panted.
“More, fuck, more,” Gabriel whined. Dean grinned into the feathers and bit again, pulling on them harshly and twisting the hilt more. Dean ground his hips down harder, chasing his own orgasm.
Dean gave two more thrusts against Gabriel’s thigh and came. His hips stuttered and his head shot up. His teeth pulled a few more feathers from Gabriel’s wings, making the angel howl.
After Dean was finished pumping his seed over Gabriel’s leg, he spit the mouthful of feathers in Gabriel’s face. He gave a few more sharp thrusts with the sword.
“Come, you son of a bitch,” Dean growled and bit on Gabriel’s collarbone. Gabriel let loose a very high pitched noise that made Dean’s ears ring. Gabriel lifted off the bed and came all over his stomach.
Dean pulled the hilt of the sword out fast, making Gabriel shout again. Dean rose off the bed and found his pile of clothes, all neatly folded. He turned back to Gabriel, who was panting and trying to come back to himself. Dean tossed the sword so it landed beside the angel and he began to dress.
“I still fucking hate you,” Dean threw over his shoulder as he left the room.
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cash loan