You're Napalm with Novacaine.
Title: You're Napalm with Novacaine.
Rating: R
Summary: Sams blood runs hotter now than it ever did before; now it's tinged with hellfire.
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Warnings: Incest, Oh Dean, possible masochism (if you want to read it that way), angst.
A/N: Inspired by the song Sick and Beautiful by Artificial Joy Club from which the title also comes.
Sam's skin was hotter now than it ever was before. The lick of hellfire in his veins stronger now and even though he's clean and sober it still heats his skin in a way that it never did before even though it was always there. He never kicks off the covers now and he doesn't bitch when they take a job in Arizona in July.
At first Dean flinched away, Sam's touch burning Dean in ways that never left marks but that he felt for days after. After a while it became just another part of their fucked up history and Dean learned to ignore the uncomfortable sensation just this side of pain. His skin felt raw and sensitive most of the time now but Sammy needed the contact; needed to know that Dean was still there and whole and still loved him even though he'd broken the world.
And Dean needed it too; Sam's touch was different now and it ached, but in his brother's arms was the only place he could forget the agony of years of torture; the sting of wicked heat was nowhere near enough to deter him. He still gasped under his brothers skilled hands but now it was edged with just the barest hint of too hot, too tight, too much. When he wrapped his legs around Sam's hips as his brother pushed into him Dean would cry out, Sam's too warm flesh rubbing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs but Sam never noticed that the noise had shifted from a cry of pleasure into one of pain and the tears that pricked Deans eyes were always lost in the dark of the motel room.
He needed to touch Sam just as much as Sam needed to be touched and when Sam would thrust, and come deep within him, insides exploding in a wave of agonizing heat like napalm and sin and bliss Dean would follow him over the edge and try not to remember what Sam looked like with black eyes.
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Rating: R
Summary: Sams blood runs hotter now than it ever did before; now it's tinged with hellfire.
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Warnings: Incest, Oh Dean, possible masochism (if you want to read it that way), angst.
A/N: Inspired by the song Sick and Beautiful by Artificial Joy Club from which the title also comes.
Sam's skin was hotter now than it ever was before. The lick of hellfire in his veins stronger now and even though he's clean and sober it still heats his skin in a way that it never did before even though it was always there. He never kicks off the covers now and he doesn't bitch when they take a job in Arizona in July.
At first Dean flinched away, Sam's touch burning Dean in ways that never left marks but that he felt for days after. After a while it became just another part of their fucked up history and Dean learned to ignore the uncomfortable sensation just this side of pain. His skin felt raw and sensitive most of the time now but Sammy needed the contact; needed to know that Dean was still there and whole and still loved him even though he'd broken the world.
And Dean needed it too; Sam's touch was different now and it ached, but in his brother's arms was the only place he could forget the agony of years of torture; the sting of wicked heat was nowhere near enough to deter him. He still gasped under his brothers skilled hands but now it was edged with just the barest hint of too hot, too tight, too much. When he wrapped his legs around Sam's hips as his brother pushed into him Dean would cry out, Sam's too warm flesh rubbing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs but Sam never noticed that the noise had shifted from a cry of pleasure into one of pain and the tears that pricked Deans eyes were always lost in the dark of the motel room.
He needed to touch Sam just as much as Sam needed to be touched and when Sam would thrust, and come deep within him, insides exploding in a wave of agonizing heat like napalm and sin and bliss Dean would follow him over the edge and try not to remember what Sam looked like with black eyes.
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