'Fundamentally Altered', 2/5 for stagesoflove R2 - Arousal, #2 Excitement
Author: darkhavens
Title: Fundamentally Altered, 2/5
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17 overall
Words: 255
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Wincest.
Summary: Repeated near-death experience would affect us all.
Notes: Written for stagesoflove 2006, Round 2, 'Five Stages of Sexual Arousal'.
Also posted here.
#1 - Desire.
You're not quite sure what you expect - a roundhouse blow to the jaw, maybe a look of abject nausea and revulsion as he spits out bitter words that slice your soul like dull knives. You're expecting anything, everything, but his tongue in your mouth, his hands in your hair, holding on, twisting, opening you up and taking everything you've swallowed down and hid.
The solid press of his thigh against your groin, the heavy heat of your cock against his hipbone - it's like a match to an oily rag. Conflagration. Inferno. A flash fire, tweaking every nerve you never knew you had.
You don't even know you're moving till your back slams up against an unforgiving surface. Wall? Tree? Floor? You're too far gone to tell. There'll be bruises in the morning, red blue purple smears of colour that you'll wear with silent pride and quiet awe. But the morning seems an age away.
The here and now is filled with him - over you, around you, in you, on you, he's the air you breathe. He's hands on flesh, he's lips and teeth and tongue and cock. Sharp edges grinding hard against your own.
You've never felt this alive before, this full, this heavy, this ready to do or die, to fly or fail. It's exhilarating.
It's heaven and hell in one testosterone-filled time bomb. The countdown started when your lips hit his, but you don't know what time you've got before it blows sky high.
The fear makes you even harder.
Part Three
Title: Fundamentally Altered, 2/5
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17 overall
Words: 255
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Wincest.
Summary: Repeated near-death experience would affect us all.
Notes: Written for stagesoflove 2006, Round 2, 'Five Stages of Sexual Arousal'.
Also posted here.
#1 - Desire.
You're not quite sure what you expect - a roundhouse blow to the jaw, maybe a look of abject nausea and revulsion as he spits out bitter words that slice your soul like dull knives. You're expecting anything, everything, but his tongue in your mouth, his hands in your hair, holding on, twisting, opening you up and taking everything you've swallowed down and hid.
The solid press of his thigh against your groin, the heavy heat of your cock against his hipbone - it's like a match to an oily rag. Conflagration. Inferno. A flash fire, tweaking every nerve you never knew you had.
You don't even know you're moving till your back slams up against an unforgiving surface. Wall? Tree? Floor? You're too far gone to tell. There'll be bruises in the morning, red blue purple smears of colour that you'll wear with silent pride and quiet awe. But the morning seems an age away.
The here and now is filled with him - over you, around you, in you, on you, he's the air you breathe. He's hands on flesh, he's lips and teeth and tongue and cock. Sharp edges grinding hard against your own.
You've never felt this alive before, this full, this heavy, this ready to do or die, to fly or fail. It's exhilarating.
It's heaven and hell in one testosterone-filled time bomb. The countdown started when your lips hit his, but you don't know what time you've got before it blows sky high.
The fear makes you even harder.
Part Three