Supernatual, Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester, Sex, Prompts #3, #14, #20.
Title: I Never Needed Anybody Like This Before
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex.
Prompt: #3, Bite.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Incest.
Word Count: 300.
Summary: Temptation waits.
Right now, Dean kind of just really wants to lean in and bite at Sam's neck. Not just at Sam's neck, of course: at this one spot that will make him catch his breath in just this way. It's a bad idea while he's driving, of course, but Dean likes to think about it, likes to imagine Sam's reaction. The intake of breath, and then Sam's hand coming up to cup the back of his head or neck, warm and dry, sure and easy. Long fingers pushing through his hair, maybe petting it a little. Dean isn't sure Sam knows how much of a sucker he is for that kind of touch.
He could do it now. Lean in and bite, and one of Sam's hands would come up, and then they could pull over. He'd take it slow, actually -- the gentle heat of the day has seeped into him slowly, rendering him loose and pliable, like melting toffee. He'd touch Sam -- shove his hands up under that shirt and touch his skin, slide up slow to tease his nipples. Sam's ridiculously sensitive there sometimes, and maybe this'd be one of those days, making Sam moan and pant into his mouth. Then he'd slide down, kiss at Sam's stomach, bite, undo his pants. Take it slow, draw it out. He likes the taste of Sam's skin, the feel of it.
Or they could wait until the motel. He'd lean in, bite, smirk, and go on in. Sam's quick mind would do the work for him, get Sam thinking about it, and then they'd get into the motel room and Sam'd be all over him, touching, tasting.
Dean leans back in his seat, watching temptation like a shiny red apple just waiting for him to lean in and take a bite.
Title: Louder Than Words
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex.
Prompt: #14, Delicious.
Rating: PG13.
Warnings: Angst, AU, BDSM, dubcon, incest.
Word Count: 300.
Summary: Dean is scarred, marked.
Dean's back is scarred, marked. If Sam were less subtle, he'd have carved his own name there, but he doesn't have to. Every mark says his, every scar, the recent marks of his fingernails and the older marks of his knife and the cuts, blood-crusted and healing slowly, from his knife. "You're mine, Dean," he says, softly, as he has said every day since they gave Dean to him. "You know that, don't you? You're always going to be mine."
Dean doesn't speak to him, not anymore. He did at first. He'd beg. Now he just shivers and lies still, face buried in the bed, his arms folded around his head. Sam doesn't like to be ignored. He tears the noises from Dean, makes him cry out.
"I could be so much nicer to you," Sam says, softly. He scratches over Dean's back, tears open a scab and leans down to lick away the beads of blood. He tastes Dean's despair, feels him shudder again. "Sshh," he says, gently. "I know. You feel betrayed, don't you? You just want Dad to come save you."
Dean quivers.
"He's never coming, Dean. He's burning. I was only allowed to save you, but I'll keep you safe, forever. You're mine." The last word comes out in a snarl and Sam digs his fingers in, rakes Dean's back raw. "Say it, Dean."
One day, Dean will answer. Sam knows how it will sound, how victory will taste. Dean's broken whimper, his voice rough, his throat raw from how he has been screaming, from how he has been trying not to scream. Sam always makes him feel good, too, because this is Dean, but only violent pleasures, reminding Dean of his place.
"Say it," Sam whispers. Dean bites his lip hard, tastes blood, doesn't speak.
Title: When I Think About You
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex.
Prompt: #20, Writer's choice. (Watching.)
Rating: NC17.
Warnings: Incest, masturbation, voyeurism
Word Count: 300.
Summary: He knows Sam's there.
Notes: And my claim is finished!
He couldn't not know, with all the instincts Dad and danger have trained into him. It's not the first time. Dean's never been all that concerned about personal privacy, sometimes he doesn't quite shut the door behind him. Now he does that on purpose, so Sam can come and watch him, steam from the shower swirling around him, sweat and water glistening on his skin, his hand on his cock.
He tries to imagine Sam, even though he never turns to look. Hand cupped over his cock, through his pants. Squeezing. Mouth falling slightly open, eyes fixed on Dean... Dean feels that gaze like a physical touch, when he first senses Sam there looking at him again he gasps, his cock jerking. It heats him all over, burning under his skin.
It's good, having Sammy look at him, and that probably makes it wrong. Dean can't find it in himself to care. He closes his eyes, rests his forehead against the tile; jerks himself off, nice and slow, firm. The way Sam would touch him. Maybe. He thinks about slicking his fingers up, fingering himself open, tries to imagine Sam giving up and coming in, pushing him against the cool tile and shoving into him, getting in deep, piercing him to the core with how good it would be.
His mouth forms the shape of Sam's name, but he doesn't say it, he lets it go on a gasp as he strokes himself faster, firmer. He imagines Sam's mouth against his ear, filthy-hot suggestion, cajoling, soothing. His goddamn legs are shaking, and he wants...
He hears Sam's intake of breath, something that might be a moan, and how's he supposed to last after that? He comes, he comes so hard, eyes closed tightly and his body arched like an offering.
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex.
Prompt: #3, Bite.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Incest.
Word Count: 300.
Summary: Temptation waits.
Right now, Dean kind of just really wants to lean in and bite at Sam's neck. Not just at Sam's neck, of course: at this one spot that will make him catch his breath in just this way. It's a bad idea while he's driving, of course, but Dean likes to think about it, likes to imagine Sam's reaction. The intake of breath, and then Sam's hand coming up to cup the back of his head or neck, warm and dry, sure and easy. Long fingers pushing through his hair, maybe petting it a little. Dean isn't sure Sam knows how much of a sucker he is for that kind of touch.
He could do it now. Lean in and bite, and one of Sam's hands would come up, and then they could pull over. He'd take it slow, actually -- the gentle heat of the day has seeped into him slowly, rendering him loose and pliable, like melting toffee. He'd touch Sam -- shove his hands up under that shirt and touch his skin, slide up slow to tease his nipples. Sam's ridiculously sensitive there sometimes, and maybe this'd be one of those days, making Sam moan and pant into his mouth. Then he'd slide down, kiss at Sam's stomach, bite, undo his pants. Take it slow, draw it out. He likes the taste of Sam's skin, the feel of it.
Or they could wait until the motel. He'd lean in, bite, smirk, and go on in. Sam's quick mind would do the work for him, get Sam thinking about it, and then they'd get into the motel room and Sam'd be all over him, touching, tasting.
Dean leans back in his seat, watching temptation like a shiny red apple just waiting for him to lean in and take a bite.
Title: Louder Than Words
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex.
Prompt: #14, Delicious.
Rating: PG13.
Warnings: Angst, AU, BDSM, dubcon, incest.
Word Count: 300.
Summary: Dean is scarred, marked.
Dean's back is scarred, marked. If Sam were less subtle, he'd have carved his own name there, but he doesn't have to. Every mark says his, every scar, the recent marks of his fingernails and the older marks of his knife and the cuts, blood-crusted and healing slowly, from his knife. "You're mine, Dean," he says, softly, as he has said every day since they gave Dean to him. "You know that, don't you? You're always going to be mine."
Dean doesn't speak to him, not anymore. He did at first. He'd beg. Now he just shivers and lies still, face buried in the bed, his arms folded around his head. Sam doesn't like to be ignored. He tears the noises from Dean, makes him cry out.
"I could be so much nicer to you," Sam says, softly. He scratches over Dean's back, tears open a scab and leans down to lick away the beads of blood. He tastes Dean's despair, feels him shudder again. "Sshh," he says, gently. "I know. You feel betrayed, don't you? You just want Dad to come save you."
Dean quivers.
"He's never coming, Dean. He's burning. I was only allowed to save you, but I'll keep you safe, forever. You're mine." The last word comes out in a snarl and Sam digs his fingers in, rakes Dean's back raw. "Say it, Dean."
One day, Dean will answer. Sam knows how it will sound, how victory will taste. Dean's broken whimper, his voice rough, his throat raw from how he has been screaming, from how he has been trying not to scream. Sam always makes him feel good, too, because this is Dean, but only violent pleasures, reminding Dean of his place.
"Say it," Sam whispers. Dean bites his lip hard, tastes blood, doesn't speak.
Title: When I Think About You
Author: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester.
Table: Sex.
Prompt: #20, Writer's choice. (Watching.)
Rating: NC17.
Warnings: Incest, masturbation, voyeurism
Word Count: 300.
Summary: He knows Sam's there.
Notes: And my claim is finished!
He couldn't not know, with all the instincts Dad and danger have trained into him. It's not the first time. Dean's never been all that concerned about personal privacy, sometimes he doesn't quite shut the door behind him. Now he does that on purpose, so Sam can come and watch him, steam from the shower swirling around him, sweat and water glistening on his skin, his hand on his cock.
He tries to imagine Sam, even though he never turns to look. Hand cupped over his cock, through his pants. Squeezing. Mouth falling slightly open, eyes fixed on Dean... Dean feels that gaze like a physical touch, when he first senses Sam there looking at him again he gasps, his cock jerking. It heats him all over, burning under his skin.
It's good, having Sammy look at him, and that probably makes it wrong. Dean can't find it in himself to care. He closes his eyes, rests his forehead against the tile; jerks himself off, nice and slow, firm. The way Sam would touch him. Maybe. He thinks about slicking his fingers up, fingering himself open, tries to imagine Sam giving up and coming in, pushing him against the cool tile and shoving into him, getting in deep, piercing him to the core with how good it would be.
His mouth forms the shape of Sam's name, but he doesn't say it, he lets it go on a gasp as he strokes himself faster, firmer. He imagines Sam's mouth against his ear, filthy-hot suggestion, cajoling, soothing. His goddamn legs are shaking, and he wants...
He hears Sam's intake of breath, something that might be a moan, and how's he supposed to last after that? He comes, he comes so hard, eyes closed tightly and his body arched like an offering.