Fic | SMEAR : supernatural : sam/ruby : r/nc-17
Title: Smear
Author: xsomethingbluex
Characters/Pairings: Ruby, Sam (Ruby/Sam)
Spoilers: On the Head of a Pin
Rating: R / NC-17
Summary: An extension of the motel scene in On The Head Of A Pin
Author's Notes: I felt compelled to stay up all night and write this... There is too little fic out there for the hotness :P However, I have not written fanfic for a long time. UnBeta'd. Sorry for all the inevitable mistakes.
He was only doing this because he had to - he had to be as strong as possible in order to save Dean.
That's what Sam told himself as he drank greedily from Ruby's veins, her blood running down his chin. In the background, her voice knowingly soothed as fingertips stroked gently the back of his neck, akin to someone between a lover and a mother. However, it did nothing to slow his thirst, the deep intensity of the dark liquid more addictive than he remembered, or maybe he'd just chosen to forget...
Only when the nausea hit his stomach, some long minutes later, did he stop reluctantly, forcing himself to be disgusted by the ritual. Although the truth of the matter was, deep down, he could have taken it all. All of her sweet rich blood that almost reminded him of his own. The sugary tang of metal on his tongue spread like an adrenalin glow within him and the twisted mesh of guilty pleasure kept his head hanging low as he pulled back from her smeared skin slowly. Her hazel brown eyes seemed to see straight through him as her hand lifted his jaw, the sober gaze within them piercing down to the ruins of his soul as she came closer. His eyes closing as he felt her breath hot on his jaw line, barely a moment before her mouth closing upon his skin. He lent back onto the free hand that now supported his weight while a war of will and desire lit the static that had infiltrated him. His fingers dug into the motel comforter, but she only moved with him, her hips suddenly heavy on his as her tongue lapped away blood, kissing his chin. Sam then heard the last shred of his defense being torn down from the suppressed moan that left his own mouth.
It was a conflicted blur. Going back to her with his fingers entangling in her hair, his lips crushing hers in a desperate untamed hunger. It always was. Every time. Whether it was grief, drink, aspirin or blood - he could never seem to stop himself. Even when she wasn't between his legs or on his lap already... Only this time it wasn't on the cold hard floor of an abandoned house, but warmth of a motel room bed, and it was too easy. Too easy to fall as she pulled herself closer to him, hovering higher as her fingers slid through his hair in reply. The raw heat was instantly palatable between them as his hand snaked down her body, gripping her upper thigh then hip before stripping the shirt from her back in a frenzy that left his touch all over her. A pull of his own shirt forced a brief interruption, but only until Ruby's fingers found the plains of his back, quickly finding purchase as he roughly rolled her beneath him and sunk his teeth into her skin with such intent that all she could do was cry out as her body quaked.
He was already finding the button to her jeans as he felt the need through her body towards his. Just the sensation caused him to almost growl against her skin. The denim that encased so much of her, remaining remarkably intact as he pulled it from tangling limbs. She used this distraction to reclaim the strength needed to push against him, crumpling the comforter beneath them as she turned, climbing upon him as he laid against the bed. Her lips smeared over his as she attacked the surviving material that kept him from her and felt his fingers entwine with hers as he helped.
Finally, with their clothes discarded carelessly on the floor, Sam worked methodically to kiss every expanse of skin he could reach, his hands taking care of the rest as she fell back. There, her legs wrapped around him and he couldn't stop himself from burying himself inside her. A shaking breath left his aching body, her gasp echoing against his ear as a deep moan escaped him as his body moved involuntarily in response to her tightening grasp. He felt her touch crawling along his torso, like a handprint of hellfire almost burning his skin. Yet, he didn't care, because here - Here he could be Sam Winchester, psychic solider with demonic blood coursing through his veins, fighting against evil on his terms, and no apologies. Here he could be free. Free and recklessly inside the one demon that had crawling under his skin and down to his soul. The one demon that had got to him.
Author: xsomethingbluex
Characters/Pairings: Ruby, Sam (Ruby/Sam)
Spoilers: On the Head of a Pin
Rating: R / NC-17
Summary: An extension of the motel scene in On The Head Of A Pin
Author's Notes: I felt compelled to stay up all night and write this... There is too little fic out there for the hotness :P However, I have not written fanfic for a long time. UnBeta'd. Sorry for all the inevitable mistakes.
He was only doing this because he had to - he had to be as strong as possible in order to save Dean.
That's what Sam told himself as he drank greedily from Ruby's veins, her blood running down his chin. In the background, her voice knowingly soothed as fingertips stroked gently the back of his neck, akin to someone between a lover and a mother. However, it did nothing to slow his thirst, the deep intensity of the dark liquid more addictive than he remembered, or maybe he'd just chosen to forget...
Only when the nausea hit his stomach, some long minutes later, did he stop reluctantly, forcing himself to be disgusted by the ritual. Although the truth of the matter was, deep down, he could have taken it all. All of her sweet rich blood that almost reminded him of his own. The sugary tang of metal on his tongue spread like an adrenalin glow within him and the twisted mesh of guilty pleasure kept his head hanging low as he pulled back from her smeared skin slowly. Her hazel brown eyes seemed to see straight through him as her hand lifted his jaw, the sober gaze within them piercing down to the ruins of his soul as she came closer. His eyes closing as he felt her breath hot on his jaw line, barely a moment before her mouth closing upon his skin. He lent back onto the free hand that now supported his weight while a war of will and desire lit the static that had infiltrated him. His fingers dug into the motel comforter, but she only moved with him, her hips suddenly heavy on his as her tongue lapped away blood, kissing his chin. Sam then heard the last shred of his defense being torn down from the suppressed moan that left his own mouth.
It was a conflicted blur. Going back to her with his fingers entangling in her hair, his lips crushing hers in a desperate untamed hunger. It always was. Every time. Whether it was grief, drink, aspirin or blood - he could never seem to stop himself. Even when she wasn't between his legs or on his lap already... Only this time it wasn't on the cold hard floor of an abandoned house, but warmth of a motel room bed, and it was too easy. Too easy to fall as she pulled herself closer to him, hovering higher as her fingers slid through his hair in reply. The raw heat was instantly palatable between them as his hand snaked down her body, gripping her upper thigh then hip before stripping the shirt from her back in a frenzy that left his touch all over her. A pull of his own shirt forced a brief interruption, but only until Ruby's fingers found the plains of his back, quickly finding purchase as he roughly rolled her beneath him and sunk his teeth into her skin with such intent that all she could do was cry out as her body quaked.
He was already finding the button to her jeans as he felt the need through her body towards his. Just the sensation caused him to almost growl against her skin. The denim that encased so much of her, remaining remarkably intact as he pulled it from tangling limbs. She used this distraction to reclaim the strength needed to push against him, crumpling the comforter beneath them as she turned, climbing upon him as he laid against the bed. Her lips smeared over his as she attacked the surviving material that kept him from her and felt his fingers entwine with hers as he helped.
Finally, with their clothes discarded carelessly on the floor, Sam worked methodically to kiss every expanse of skin he could reach, his hands taking care of the rest as she fell back. There, her legs wrapped around him and he couldn't stop himself from burying himself inside her. A shaking breath left his aching body, her gasp echoing against his ear as a deep moan escaped him as his body moved involuntarily in response to her tightening grasp. He felt her touch crawling along his torso, like a handprint of hellfire almost burning his skin. Yet, he didn't care, because here - Here he could be Sam Winchester, psychic solider with demonic blood coursing through his veins, fighting against evil on his terms, and no apologies. Here he could be free. Free and recklessly inside the one demon that had crawling under his skin and down to his soul. The one demon that had got to him.