Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester, Sex, Prompts #4, #11, #13.
Title: Bitter and Dark
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester. Dean wanting John/Dean/Sam.
Table: Sex
Prompt: #4 Masturbation
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Someone wanting incest, masturbation
Word Count: 300
Summary: It hasn't always been like this.
It's completely sick and he's pretty sure he's going completely crazy. It wasn't like this at first, it got this way sometime in the last few months -- as Dad and Sam's arguments got hotter, louder, sharper, somehow they squirmed and twisted under Dean's skin, got inside him and fucked him up, and now the heavy tension in the house makes him want to fly out of his skin he's so turned on. He should go and talk to them, get in between them, break it up, but he's paralysed, listening to the soft thunder of Dad's voice, the angry bite of Sam's. He's hard, so fucking hard.
They won't come looking for him. They're so caught up in themselves right now, they probably don't even know he's there. Dean fumbles as he undoes his jeans, shoves them a little way down.
He can't hear what Dad is saying, not properly, just the gravel of his voice, bitter like black coffee and dark like late nights. God, it gets to him. It won't even take long, not like this, like he's a fucking teenager. Dean bites his lip hard and licks his hand wet, wraps it round his cock, and listens for Sam's reply -- the catch in his voice, the tremble, and Dean imagines hearing that closer, right in his ear, as he fucks his baby brother. Desire curls tight with disgust in his stomach, like butterflies with razor-edged wings.
He imagines Dad's hands on him at the same time, rough and knowing; he strokes himself hard, hips bucking up. Dad's fingers on his hips, bruising-tight -- Sam's soft mouth open under his -- that hard note of anger, of an order -- the tremble of Sam's voice, not uncertainty but want --
It's so wrong and it makes Dean come so very, very hard.
Title: Work Up
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex
Prompt: #11 Vanilla
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Incest
Word Count: 300
Summary: "So we'll get to the blindfolds and bondage sometime in the next week?"
"Didn't reckon you'd be so tame," Sam says, teasing. He's sprawled across Dean's body, a warm and welcome weight, so it's easy enough for him to pause for a second, sucking a bruise into the hollow of Dean's throat and making his breath catch. "I thought you'd done everything."
"I thought we'd start with incest and work up," Dean says, lazy, running his hand over Sam's side. And seriously, he doesn't want to move; if anything, anything, comes to disturb him from lying here and basking, he's got his gun within reach to just shoot it and have done.
"Mmhmm, so you say." Sam shifts slightly, bites at Dean's collarbone. "So we'll get to the blindfolds and bondage sometime in the next week?"
Dean almost chokes. Sam's grinning, fit to split his face.
"Thought that might get your attention," he says, cheerfully.
"You had it already."
"Mmm." Sam moves again, this time to plonk his head down on Dean's shoulder. His eyes close.
There's a short silence.
"Were you serious? About the blindfolds? And the bondage?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Sam says, with a grin that's more sleepy now than mischievous.
Dean kisses the top of Sam's head, and immediately pretends he never did such a sappy thing. "I kinda would."
Sam kisses the underside of Dean's chin. "I'd like to try it."
"Jesus," Dean says, trying to imagine. Sam grins, draping himself over him again, and seriously, Dean would love to take a less academic interest in the whole idea, but he's exhausted. Tame the sex might have been, but there'd been a lot of it.
"Sleep now," Sam says, a mumble against Dean's chest. "I'll wake you up on time with a blowjob. Or maybe I should rim you?"
"Jesus," Dean says, and Sam nips hard.
"Ssh."
Title: Crossed Lines
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex
Prompt: #13 Obey
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest, knifeplay
Word Count: 300
Summary: This is how Sam knows he's safe.
Dean's mouth is red with blood. Sam can hardly breathe, looking at him, looking at the knife in his hand and the cuts criss-crossing his chest. There's caution in Dean's eyes, still, lines he can't be pushed to cross, but that's okay. That's what lets Sam know he's safe, after all, safe with the one who can't stand to really hurt him, not unless it's like this, not unless he asks. Sam runs his fingers through Dean's hair, slides them over the back of his neck, feels there all the tension that should be making Dean's hands shake.
"Ssh," he says, rubbing at the back of Dean's neck. "Do it again."
Dean hesitates, and then with a flick of his wrist he's opened Sam's skin, blood seeping out slowly. He's holding his breath, but he lets it out before he leans down to kiss and lick, the blood messing up his mouth, smearing a little on his chin.
That shouldn't look so goddamned hot. Sam's shouldn't get harder at the sight of his brother's messy, bloody mouth; his cock shouldn't twitch when the bright red smears across Dean's skin -- but he can't help it.
"Dean," he whispers, and Dean shudders under his hand. He'll fuss later, Sam knows, cleaning each cut carefully, his brow creased with remorse for how far he let Sam push him.
For now, though, for now he responds to the unspoken command, opens another line of red on Sam's skin and kisses the cut, licks, bites, and Sam arches underneath him, crying out breathlessly.
"Talk to me," he murmurs, and Sam arches more, holds Dean's head there, and tells him how sharp and bright, how good, the pain is; how gorgeous he looks like that; how much he wants him to do more, more, neverfuckingstop.
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester. Dean wanting John/Dean/Sam.
Table: Sex
Prompt: #4 Masturbation
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Someone wanting incest, masturbation
Word Count: 300
Summary: It hasn't always been like this.
It's completely sick and he's pretty sure he's going completely crazy. It wasn't like this at first, it got this way sometime in the last few months -- as Dad and Sam's arguments got hotter, louder, sharper, somehow they squirmed and twisted under Dean's skin, got inside him and fucked him up, and now the heavy tension in the house makes him want to fly out of his skin he's so turned on. He should go and talk to them, get in between them, break it up, but he's paralysed, listening to the soft thunder of Dad's voice, the angry bite of Sam's. He's hard, so fucking hard.
They won't come looking for him. They're so caught up in themselves right now, they probably don't even know he's there. Dean fumbles as he undoes his jeans, shoves them a little way down.
He can't hear what Dad is saying, not properly, just the gravel of his voice, bitter like black coffee and dark like late nights. God, it gets to him. It won't even take long, not like this, like he's a fucking teenager. Dean bites his lip hard and licks his hand wet, wraps it round his cock, and listens for Sam's reply -- the catch in his voice, the tremble, and Dean imagines hearing that closer, right in his ear, as he fucks his baby brother. Desire curls tight with disgust in his stomach, like butterflies with razor-edged wings.
He imagines Dad's hands on him at the same time, rough and knowing; he strokes himself hard, hips bucking up. Dad's fingers on his hips, bruising-tight -- Sam's soft mouth open under his -- that hard note of anger, of an order -- the tremble of Sam's voice, not uncertainty but want --
It's so wrong and it makes Dean come so very, very hard.
Title: Work Up
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex
Prompt: #11 Vanilla
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Incest
Word Count: 300
Summary: "So we'll get to the blindfolds and bondage sometime in the next week?"
"Didn't reckon you'd be so tame," Sam says, teasing. He's sprawled across Dean's body, a warm and welcome weight, so it's easy enough for him to pause for a second, sucking a bruise into the hollow of Dean's throat and making his breath catch. "I thought you'd done everything."
"I thought we'd start with incest and work up," Dean says, lazy, running his hand over Sam's side. And seriously, he doesn't want to move; if anything, anything, comes to disturb him from lying here and basking, he's got his gun within reach to just shoot it and have done.
"Mmhmm, so you say." Sam shifts slightly, bites at Dean's collarbone. "So we'll get to the blindfolds and bondage sometime in the next week?"
Dean almost chokes. Sam's grinning, fit to split his face.
"Thought that might get your attention," he says, cheerfully.
"You had it already."
"Mmm." Sam moves again, this time to plonk his head down on Dean's shoulder. His eyes close.
There's a short silence.
"Were you serious? About the blindfolds? And the bondage?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Sam says, with a grin that's more sleepy now than mischievous.
Dean kisses the top of Sam's head, and immediately pretends he never did such a sappy thing. "I kinda would."
Sam kisses the underside of Dean's chin. "I'd like to try it."
"Jesus," Dean says, trying to imagine. Sam grins, draping himself over him again, and seriously, Dean would love to take a less academic interest in the whole idea, but he's exhausted. Tame the sex might have been, but there'd been a lot of it.
"Sleep now," Sam says, a mumble against Dean's chest. "I'll wake you up on time with a blowjob. Or maybe I should rim you?"
"Jesus," Dean says, and Sam nips hard.
"Ssh."
Title: Crossed Lines
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex
Prompt: #13 Obey
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest, knifeplay
Word Count: 300
Summary: This is how Sam knows he's safe.
Dean's mouth is red with blood. Sam can hardly breathe, looking at him, looking at the knife in his hand and the cuts criss-crossing his chest. There's caution in Dean's eyes, still, lines he can't be pushed to cross, but that's okay. That's what lets Sam know he's safe, after all, safe with the one who can't stand to really hurt him, not unless it's like this, not unless he asks. Sam runs his fingers through Dean's hair, slides them over the back of his neck, feels there all the tension that should be making Dean's hands shake.
"Ssh," he says, rubbing at the back of Dean's neck. "Do it again."
Dean hesitates, and then with a flick of his wrist he's opened Sam's skin, blood seeping out slowly. He's holding his breath, but he lets it out before he leans down to kiss and lick, the blood messing up his mouth, smearing a little on his chin.
That shouldn't look so goddamned hot. Sam's shouldn't get harder at the sight of his brother's messy, bloody mouth; his cock shouldn't twitch when the bright red smears across Dean's skin -- but he can't help it.
"Dean," he whispers, and Dean shudders under his hand. He'll fuss later, Sam knows, cleaning each cut carefully, his brow creased with remorse for how far he let Sam push him.
For now, though, for now he responds to the unspoken command, opens another line of red on Sam's skin and kisses the cut, licks, bites, and Sam arches underneath him, crying out breathlessly.
"Talk to me," he murmurs, and Sam arches more, holds Dean's head there, and tells him how sharp and bright, how good, the pain is; how gorgeous he looks like that; how much he wants him to do more, more, neverfuckingstop.