[FIC] Fake Lighting Flashes.
Title: Fake Lighting Flashes.
Fandom: Dark Angel/Supernatural AU.
Warnings: Mentions of incest, slash, PWP.
Characters/couples: Sam Winchester/Alec.
Summary: Alec's wounded, Sam finds him and helps him.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for fic_on_demand And it's sort of Wincest. Only not. It does mention wincest. And it involves Jensen and Jared having sex. So it is sorta Wincest. Without it being. Um, confusing.
Fake Lighting Flashes.
When he wakes up, there are hands moving over his chest and the stab he got. He catches one of those hands and squeezes hard, hears the shape intake of breath before his eyes focus enough to see a teenager, perhaps a bit older, with wide brown-green eyes and shaggy hair looking surprised.
Alec makes a quick assessment. Kid’s strong, probably trained on something. He’s tall, lanky. He also looks scared, and nauseous. Probably the first time he sees blood, or someone as bruised as he is. He seems a nice kid, a good kid. The kind of kid parents brag around, always saying ‘Yes ma’am, no ma’am’ and who probably knows first aid as to help strays.
Which he kind of is, anyway.
“Your wound,” Kid makes a head gesture, and Alec follows it to find his side half stitched. The hand he’s still holding has a needle, blood over his fingers. Looking around he finds himself in some sort of garage, over some blankets. There’s the smell of food nearby. A cat’s mewling. A cat. Max. “It’ll get infected if I don’t-”
After another look towards the kid, measuring him - a little surprised when the kid looks right back at him - he nods, letting go of the hand of the kid, closing his eyes and focusing on his breathing to avoid wincing at the feeling of needle and thread going through his skin.
***
“I’m Sam.” The kid says. He’s taller than he judged, taller than him. He has to walk bent as to avoid hitting his head over the half collapsed ceiling. The cat doesn’t have a name, but rubs against his hand and purrs very loudly at the tiniest of attentions. “Sam Winchester. I’m… eh, well, nothing really. Looking for a job, but you know how the life’s right now. I deal, mostly. Work here and there… I’m trying to leave the city..”
Alec follows the way Sam moves, waiting for his bruised ribs to heal a bit more so he can move again.
Sam tries his best to not look at him, or only look when he thinks he’s not paying attention. He moves over the small cramping place, here picking up a few magazines, there picking up leftovers, or tuning on the TV to see if there’s an “Eyes Only” transmission.
He acts like a kid with a crush, and then it sort of has sense for Alec. Kid found him hot and unconscious, probably thought that if he helped him, he’d get in his pants. Alec would laugh, but that would hurt so he just shakes his head, scratching behind the cat’s ears.
“I’m Alec.” He says. Try as he might, he doesn’t understand why Sam looks as if he had just kicked him when he says that.
***
“What are you doing?!”
Alec bites down a curse but keeps on unwrapping the bandages. He’s still sore, but he knows that in a day or two he’ll be as good as new, that by the next day he’ll be able to get the stitches out and that, if he’s careful enough for a day or two, the scar will fade as if it had never been there.
“Going.” He answers, stretching a little to test the wound and what’s his range of movement. When he looks towards Sam, the kid has left the few precious groceries he has managed to buy (the kid is too damned honest; Alec’s sure Sam wouldn’t be able to pick up a damn candy without feeling guilty) and is staring at him with wide eyes hurt, just standing there.
“What?” Alec rolls his eyes and glares a little; he might be thankful for Sam to have helped him, but that’s about it. “Look, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna have to charge. I’ve no idea what you thought about this little stunt might give you, but if you’re expecting me to say thanks like that…”
“What? NO! No!” The kid blushes. Aha, he got it right. But then Sam shakes his head again, stuffs his hand in his jeans and leans against the battered couch he’s been sleeping the last three days. “It’s not… it’s just…”
“Is it going to come out today, or what?”
The kid shakes his head, gives a weird little laugh that almost sounds like a sob. Alec really hopes he’s not going to start crying; the situation is awkward enough like it is.
“You look like my brother.”
Okay, he didn’t expect that. “What?”
“My mother died when I was little, in a fire just after the Pulse. Dean saved me. ” Sam swallows, moves a hand through his shaggy hair. Alec stands up and gets near slowly, even if he’s certain he could take the kid down easily. “Dad… he always said that something caused the fire and he got a little crazy after that, so it was Dean who ended up taking care of me while we grew up. A year ago, over Dean’s birthday, my dad showed long enough to give Dean his old car, a classic Impala… Dean was crazy about it.” the kid swallows again, shaking his head; Alec can see the tears clinging to his eyelashes, can hear the way Sam’s voice had gotten rough. “Dean and I were testing it, but a truck… it-”
He doesn’t finish but there’s no need; Sam presses a hand against his eyes and Alec notices how hard he’s trying not to cry. He wants to question about Sam’s father but doesn’t, wants to question about Sam’s brother Dean but doesn’t. After a few moments of feeling awkward, he puts a hand against Sam’s shoulder, is surprised when that makes Sam take his hand from over his eyes, even if he’s still focusing over the floor.
“So you find me and think that I’m him.”
“Yeah, well… stranger things happen, right?” Sam shrugs a little, tries a smile. “When I woke up he was dead. I just have the scars, as if… as if he had never existed. I’ve not seen my dad since then.”
Alec looks at Sam, and then shakes his head. “I can’t stay here.”
“I know.” But Sam sounds broken when he says that. Alec looks at him again, at the loneliness over Sam’s eyes and the way he’s still trying not to look at him. It would be a bad idea, anyway. Let the boy continue thinking he’s his brother.
But perhaps he can help him with a goodbye. He can’t do much as a ‘thank you’, and although he knows he wouldn’t have died just because of that stab, Sam did help that to be quicker than it would’ve been on its own. He takes a step closer, because perhaps he has been reading too much into the way Sam looks at him, perhaps the kid has really just been missing his brother when he looks at him.
“And I’m not your brother.”
Then Sam looks at him, eyes dark and focused. Sam swallows and Alec knows he was right; he sort of wants to comment on the brother issues Sam definitely has, but he remembers Ben, or even Max if he ought to go by her weird logic of all the X’s being family, and he’s probably no one to speak about weird family relationships after all.
“I know.” Alec wonders if he does, or if Sam’s just saying it as a way not to question his attraction. It doesn’t matter at all because then Sam’s kissing him, hands over his hips to press close to him, lips and tongue moving against his and Alec pushes all the damn layers of clothes that Sam wears, feels the scar tissue that runs all the way down his shoulder blades to the small of his back and he groans when Sam’s blunt fingers graze the still sore skin of his side, near the wound.
“Sorry,” Sam whispers once he lets go of the kiss, but his hands are still moving over his back, taking off his shirt and pressing him down again towards the bed, kissing him again as if he was trying to stop him from disappearing.
Alec groans something, part of a ‘shut up’ or part of a ‘don’t worry’, biting down a hiss when the boys hips move against his, jeans against jeans and friction, and Sam gives a moan again, his hands fighting for a moment to open his jeans; Alec decides to help him with the ones the kid’s wearing, grateful of his control once he gets his hand inside Sam’s shorts and Sam’s eyes cross, mouth falling open, his breathing all but stopping for a moment.
“Oh, fuck, Alec…” And it’s the first name Sam has ever said his name, as if he quite didn’t believe before he wasn’t his brother. It makes Alec both angry and more lustful, and he pushes Sam’s jeans off with his feet, and his own while arching and pressing flush against him, wanting to make sure that Sam is getting off on him, not on some dead guy’s memory.
He moves a leg to have it around Sam’s hip, keeping him as close as they are. Alec wraps his hand around Sam’s cock and his own, and helps Sam find a rhythm to thrust against him, Sam gasping and sort of hovering over him, arms tense as to keep his weight of him, probably because of his weight. He was muttering ‘Please, please, please’ and Alec reaches for him with his other hand to pull Sam’s head towards his and kiss him, swallowing his groans once it seems that that is all it takes for the kid to come, semen splattering their stomachs and his hand, and he lets go of Sam’s cock to wrap only around his own, stroking himself fast and hard and follow a few moments after; Sam collapses on top of him, and for some reason he doesn’t care to understand, Alec doesn’t feel like moving away so he doesn’t.
***
Sam says he can have his bike; an old, but still functioning sport thing, which is really better than nothing. Alec still checks the machine and makes sure it’s still working. Sam sits around, somehow managing to look lost and hurting as if he was a ten years old, even despite the height.
He’s not asking for him to stay, only he totally is, with his damn puppy eyes and looking at him as if he knew him forever, and Alec rolls his eyes. He’s getting soft, too soft; once Max hears, she’s gonna bust something laughing.
“Well, are you coming or what?”
Sam just grins and lights up, rushing to climb behind him, arms wrapped around his waist and doesn’t even says to give him a minute to pack. Alec thinks he might get used to that, to being trusted so much, as soft as that sounds, as long as no one else ever finds out.
“So, when do I get to drive?” Sam asks. Alex gives the kid the helmet, pushes his glasses up his nose.
“Whenever I’m convinced you’re legal.”
“And that’ll be…?”
Alec gets the machine on, lets the bike roar and grins, even if Sam can’t see it.
“I’ll let you know.”
Fandom: Dark Angel/Supernatural AU.
Warnings: Mentions of incest, slash, PWP.
Characters/couples: Sam Winchester/Alec.
Summary: Alec's wounded, Sam finds him and helps him.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for fic_on_demand And it's sort of Wincest. Only not. It does mention wincest. And it involves Jensen and Jared having sex. So it is sorta Wincest. Without it being. Um, confusing.
Fake Lighting Flashes.
When he wakes up, there are hands moving over his chest and the stab he got. He catches one of those hands and squeezes hard, hears the shape intake of breath before his eyes focus enough to see a teenager, perhaps a bit older, with wide brown-green eyes and shaggy hair looking surprised.
Alec makes a quick assessment. Kid’s strong, probably trained on something. He’s tall, lanky. He also looks scared, and nauseous. Probably the first time he sees blood, or someone as bruised as he is. He seems a nice kid, a good kid. The kind of kid parents brag around, always saying ‘Yes ma’am, no ma’am’ and who probably knows first aid as to help strays.
Which he kind of is, anyway.
“Your wound,” Kid makes a head gesture, and Alec follows it to find his side half stitched. The hand he’s still holding has a needle, blood over his fingers. Looking around he finds himself in some sort of garage, over some blankets. There’s the smell of food nearby. A cat’s mewling. A cat. Max. “It’ll get infected if I don’t-”
After another look towards the kid, measuring him - a little surprised when the kid looks right back at him - he nods, letting go of the hand of the kid, closing his eyes and focusing on his breathing to avoid wincing at the feeling of needle and thread going through his skin.
***
“I’m Sam.” The kid says. He’s taller than he judged, taller than him. He has to walk bent as to avoid hitting his head over the half collapsed ceiling. The cat doesn’t have a name, but rubs against his hand and purrs very loudly at the tiniest of attentions. “Sam Winchester. I’m… eh, well, nothing really. Looking for a job, but you know how the life’s right now. I deal, mostly. Work here and there… I’m trying to leave the city..”
Alec follows the way Sam moves, waiting for his bruised ribs to heal a bit more so he can move again.
Sam tries his best to not look at him, or only look when he thinks he’s not paying attention. He moves over the small cramping place, here picking up a few magazines, there picking up leftovers, or tuning on the TV to see if there’s an “Eyes Only” transmission.
He acts like a kid with a crush, and then it sort of has sense for Alec. Kid found him hot and unconscious, probably thought that if he helped him, he’d get in his pants. Alec would laugh, but that would hurt so he just shakes his head, scratching behind the cat’s ears.
“I’m Alec.” He says. Try as he might, he doesn’t understand why Sam looks as if he had just kicked him when he says that.
***
“What are you doing?!”
Alec bites down a curse but keeps on unwrapping the bandages. He’s still sore, but he knows that in a day or two he’ll be as good as new, that by the next day he’ll be able to get the stitches out and that, if he’s careful enough for a day or two, the scar will fade as if it had never been there.
“Going.” He answers, stretching a little to test the wound and what’s his range of movement. When he looks towards Sam, the kid has left the few precious groceries he has managed to buy (the kid is too damned honest; Alec’s sure Sam wouldn’t be able to pick up a damn candy without feeling guilty) and is staring at him with wide eyes hurt, just standing there.
“What?” Alec rolls his eyes and glares a little; he might be thankful for Sam to have helped him, but that’s about it. “Look, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna have to charge. I’ve no idea what you thought about this little stunt might give you, but if you’re expecting me to say thanks like that…”
“What? NO! No!” The kid blushes. Aha, he got it right. But then Sam shakes his head again, stuffs his hand in his jeans and leans against the battered couch he’s been sleeping the last three days. “It’s not… it’s just…”
“Is it going to come out today, or what?”
The kid shakes his head, gives a weird little laugh that almost sounds like a sob. Alec really hopes he’s not going to start crying; the situation is awkward enough like it is.
“You look like my brother.”
Okay, he didn’t expect that. “What?”
“My mother died when I was little, in a fire just after the Pulse. Dean saved me. ” Sam swallows, moves a hand through his shaggy hair. Alec stands up and gets near slowly, even if he’s certain he could take the kid down easily. “Dad… he always said that something caused the fire and he got a little crazy after that, so it was Dean who ended up taking care of me while we grew up. A year ago, over Dean’s birthday, my dad showed long enough to give Dean his old car, a classic Impala… Dean was crazy about it.” the kid swallows again, shaking his head; Alec can see the tears clinging to his eyelashes, can hear the way Sam’s voice had gotten rough. “Dean and I were testing it, but a truck… it-”
He doesn’t finish but there’s no need; Sam presses a hand against his eyes and Alec notices how hard he’s trying not to cry. He wants to question about Sam’s father but doesn’t, wants to question about Sam’s brother Dean but doesn’t. After a few moments of feeling awkward, he puts a hand against Sam’s shoulder, is surprised when that makes Sam take his hand from over his eyes, even if he’s still focusing over the floor.
“So you find me and think that I’m him.”
“Yeah, well… stranger things happen, right?” Sam shrugs a little, tries a smile. “When I woke up he was dead. I just have the scars, as if… as if he had never existed. I’ve not seen my dad since then.”
Alec looks at Sam, and then shakes his head. “I can’t stay here.”
“I know.” But Sam sounds broken when he says that. Alec looks at him again, at the loneliness over Sam’s eyes and the way he’s still trying not to look at him. It would be a bad idea, anyway. Let the boy continue thinking he’s his brother.
But perhaps he can help him with a goodbye. He can’t do much as a ‘thank you’, and although he knows he wouldn’t have died just because of that stab, Sam did help that to be quicker than it would’ve been on its own. He takes a step closer, because perhaps he has been reading too much into the way Sam looks at him, perhaps the kid has really just been missing his brother when he looks at him.
“And I’m not your brother.”
Then Sam looks at him, eyes dark and focused. Sam swallows and Alec knows he was right; he sort of wants to comment on the brother issues Sam definitely has, but he remembers Ben, or even Max if he ought to go by her weird logic of all the X’s being family, and he’s probably no one to speak about weird family relationships after all.
“I know.” Alec wonders if he does, or if Sam’s just saying it as a way not to question his attraction. It doesn’t matter at all because then Sam’s kissing him, hands over his hips to press close to him, lips and tongue moving against his and Alec pushes all the damn layers of clothes that Sam wears, feels the scar tissue that runs all the way down his shoulder blades to the small of his back and he groans when Sam’s blunt fingers graze the still sore skin of his side, near the wound.
“Sorry,” Sam whispers once he lets go of the kiss, but his hands are still moving over his back, taking off his shirt and pressing him down again towards the bed, kissing him again as if he was trying to stop him from disappearing.
Alec groans something, part of a ‘shut up’ or part of a ‘don’t worry’, biting down a hiss when the boys hips move against his, jeans against jeans and friction, and Sam gives a moan again, his hands fighting for a moment to open his jeans; Alec decides to help him with the ones the kid’s wearing, grateful of his control once he gets his hand inside Sam’s shorts and Sam’s eyes cross, mouth falling open, his breathing all but stopping for a moment.
“Oh, fuck, Alec…” And it’s the first name Sam has ever said his name, as if he quite didn’t believe before he wasn’t his brother. It makes Alec both angry and more lustful, and he pushes Sam’s jeans off with his feet, and his own while arching and pressing flush against him, wanting to make sure that Sam is getting off on him, not on some dead guy’s memory.
He moves a leg to have it around Sam’s hip, keeping him as close as they are. Alec wraps his hand around Sam’s cock and his own, and helps Sam find a rhythm to thrust against him, Sam gasping and sort of hovering over him, arms tense as to keep his weight of him, probably because of his weight. He was muttering ‘Please, please, please’ and Alec reaches for him with his other hand to pull Sam’s head towards his and kiss him, swallowing his groans once it seems that that is all it takes for the kid to come, semen splattering their stomachs and his hand, and he lets go of Sam’s cock to wrap only around his own, stroking himself fast and hard and follow a few moments after; Sam collapses on top of him, and for some reason he doesn’t care to understand, Alec doesn’t feel like moving away so he doesn’t.
***
Sam says he can have his bike; an old, but still functioning sport thing, which is really better than nothing. Alec still checks the machine and makes sure it’s still working. Sam sits around, somehow managing to look lost and hurting as if he was a ten years old, even despite the height.
He’s not asking for him to stay, only he totally is, with his damn puppy eyes and looking at him as if he knew him forever, and Alec rolls his eyes. He’s getting soft, too soft; once Max hears, she’s gonna bust something laughing.
“Well, are you coming or what?”
Sam just grins and lights up, rushing to climb behind him, arms wrapped around his waist and doesn’t even says to give him a minute to pack. Alec thinks he might get used to that, to being trusted so much, as soft as that sounds, as long as no one else ever finds out.
“So, when do I get to drive?” Sam asks. Alex gives the kid the helmet, pushes his glasses up his nose.
“Whenever I’m convinced you’re legal.”
“And that’ll be…?”
Alec gets the machine on, lets the bike roar and grins, even if Sam can’t see it.
“I’ll let you know.”