Into Temptation, Part 2
Title: Into Temptation
Pairings: Dean/Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: just who and what Gabriel is
Warnings: slash, gender bending, het, food!sex, oral, toys, dom!Gabriel
Word Count: 15,231
Note: This fic was written for the gabriel-bigbang 2013. The title comes from the phrase 'and lead us not into temptation' because I thought it appropriate given Gabriel's near complete lack of control in that particular area :)
Summary: Despite millennia of steering clear of his family, Gabriel found himself completely unable to resist looking up the two vessels destined to allow his brothers to end it all.
Beta: aerilex
Artist: ravenmoonart - Art Masterlist
Even Gabriel could admit that creating an entire motel out of thin air was probably a bit excessive and a far greater use of his true powers than he should be expending just now but there was absolutely no way that he was wasting any more time now than strictly necessary and checking into a place was one such waste of time. Nor was he even willing to consider the backseat of the Winchester boy's car. The Impala might be a classic black beauty and all but they needed privacy for what he had in mind. Well, privacy and room as there was no way that this was remaining vanilla.
Though Gabriel knew full well that he could be a fool sometimes, even he knew better than to think that this was anything more than a onetime experience. Not only did Michael's vessel think himself to be a consummate ladies' man, but he himself wasn't stupid enough to stick around for his big brother to show up. Besides, he had this unhealthy habit of getting attached to specific souls if given half a chance and he was more than assured that it was almost a certainty in this case. Even what he was doing now was playing with fire but he just couldn't seem to stop himself. There was just something about the boy, dammit!
"God, we'd better get inside before we're arrested or something for public indecency," Dean muttered, pulling back from Gabriel's lips only long enough to speak.
The thought of an interruption like that spurred Gabriel on and he reluctantly released the skin he'd been teasing at the base of the throat of Michael's vessel. The bruise that he could already see forming there soothed some primal part of himself in a way that he really didn't want to acknowledge too closely. Waiting had seemed like a pointless thing to do once they'd gotten out of the car, so he just hadn't. Even before Dean had parked the Impala, he'd been nibbling on the boy's ear and rubbing himself against his hard body, so it had been easy to up the ante a little once the danger of crashing the car had been removed from the equation. But, yeah, the threat of being interrupted and detained by the police was more than enough to spur him on.
No one was going to get between Gabriel and his prize now. No one.
Not when he was already so aroused and worked up that Gabriel could feel the slick between his thighs. The first round was going to have to be quick and dirty as he just wasn't going to last much longer, but after that he definitely planned to slow things down and take his time, making the boy beg him to be able to come.
Gabriel moaned as one of Dean's hands reached down and slipped below the short hem of his dress, reaching back up to brush against his already soaked silk panties. He bucked automatically, chasing the teasing feather light touch and then he moaned as Dean chuckled darkly in his ear.
"Not helping," Gabriel ground out before he finally (finally!) heard the click of the lock as it opened.
Dean instantly swept him up in his arms and carried him into the room before Gabriel could protest. Since it brought him that much closer to his goal, he didn't complain and instead kicked the door shut as soon as they were inside.
"Clothes," Gabriel commanded, tugging at the boy's leather jacket.
Dean obligingly lowered him back to the ground, though the action rucked his dress up to his waist in the process. Gabriel laughed at that, slipping his hands up underneath the boy's jacket and over shirt, sweeping them off his shoulders while also getting a good feel of the well-muscled chest he'd seen before but which was now still hidden from view by the t-shirt. While Dean rid himself of the over shirt and jacket, he reached behind himself and unzipped the dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of red silk.
"God, you're gorgeous," Dean breathed, the boy's moss green eyes sweeping over his body in its lacy red panties and bra that revealed more than they hid.
The lust and desire that Gabriel could see made him preen and he only just waited for Dean to take off his own shirt before he stepped closer to the boy and gave him a good shove. Michael's vessel stumbled back a few steps before falling back onto the large king sized bed that dominated the room. Dean bounced lightly, laughing before he pushed himself up onto his elbows and gave him a lascivious and knowing grin.
"Someone's eager," Dean smirked, licking his lips as he looked at Gabriel.
"Oh, you have no idea," Gabriel replied.
With two steps, Gabriel was at the edge of the bed and he quickly and easily climbed onto it, straddling his soon to be lover's lap. Dean straightened instantly, meeting him halfway in a heated and demanding kiss. As before Gabriel took charge, resting one hand on the boy's chest while the other slipped around and up to slide into the short hair and angle Dean's head exactly how he wanted it, smiling at how easily Winchester complied with his wishes. Instead of fighting, the boy merely slipped his own arms around him, one hand sliding down to cup his ass while the other traveled up along his spine to tangle into his long hair, only coming to a stop when Dean had the back of his neck and head cradled in the palm of his hand.
A slight shift was all that it took for Gabriel to feel Dean beneath himself, the flimsy material of his panties and the boy's jeans and underwear the only barriers between them. He moaned, grinding down against Winchester's erection even as he swept his tongue into Dean's mouth. His lover's hands tightened on him before Dean was rolling his hips up and he moaned into the kiss, drawing back to allow the boy to breathe though Michael's vessel seemed to have forgotten that he needed to do so. He grinned to himself, if the boy thought that was good then he was in for a few shocks before the night was over, that was for sure.
Then Dean's hands were on the clasp of his bra and Gabriel obligingly moved back to allow the boy to remove it, letting his breasts spring free from their confinement. Now, instead of teasing lace, he had warm skin and strong muscle to rub against and he took full advantage of this fact for a few moments before he began applying pressure to Dean's shoulders until Michael's vessel took the hint and allowed himself to drop back onto the bed. Gabriel followed him down, catching himself just above the bed, bringing their faces close, but not quite touching.
"Dominating little thing, aren't you?" Dean questioned, hands running up Gabriel's sides before one came up to cup one of his full breasts.
Gabriel moaned, eyes dropping to half-mast. "Is that going to be a problem?"
"Oh, hell no! I like 'em feisty, it's seriously hot."
"Good."
With that, Gabriel leaned down and began licking and biting his way along Dean's jaw, part of him crowing in victory when the boy rolled his head back and exposed his throat in response. He briefly nipped at that, earning himself a throaty moan, before moving further down to explore that which had been covered by clothing before. It was clear from the way that his lover didn't seem to know quite what to do with his hands that Dean didn't normally find himself in this position but a strategic roll of his hips was all that it took to keep the boy satisfied.
Like he'd discovered before, Dean Winchester was a natural submissive. The boy just didn't know it yet.
"What's this?" Gabriel questioned, feigning surprise, when he reached the first of the rapidly forming bruises.
"Huh?" Dean responded, needing a moment to regain coherent thought. "Oh, those, nuthin'. Just had a little accident earlier."
"Oh, poor baby," Gabriel cooed, leaning forward to kiss the bruise lightly.
As he did so, Gabriel brushed some of his Grace across the injury. Not enough to completely heal it and thereby raise the hunter's suspicions, but just enough to take the edge off the pain and to ensure that Dean wasn't bothered too much by it and the others. He wanted the boy's full attention on himself tonight after all and not to be diverted by pain to think about the hunting injury or his family's umpteenth argument. He quickly lavished similar treatment on all of the other bruises before moving on towards what he really wanted.
When he reached the boy's pants, Gabriel made quick work of the belt, button and zipper. He then pushed himself back onto the heels that he still wore and reached down for the first of his partner's shoes. Dean quickly got with the program and soon the boy was completely naked, his cock rising proud and sure, the head wet with precum. Gabriel licked his lips as he looked at it, only just able to restrain himself from climbing right up onto it and giving the boy the ride of his life. Dean, however, thought that he was human and human women could get both sick and pregnant and he'd seen enough of the behavior of Michael's vessel tonight to know that there was no way that the boy wouldn't insist on protection.
Family clearly meant everything to Dean Winchester after all.
A quick check of the boy's jeans pockets and Gabriel had already found more than one condom and he smiled victoriously as he held it up.
"Ah, ah," Gabriel said, raising an eyebrow when Dean reached forward to take it. "Do I need to remind you of who's in charge here?"
The boy's eyes dilated at that, though it took Dean a few seconds longer to give in and scoot further back onto the bed with a nonchalant shrug. "Show's all yours, gorgeous."
"Good."
Quickly now as he could hardly wait any longer, Gabriel slipped out of his panties, casting them aside with a flick of his ankle before prowling back towards the bed on his three inch heels. He had Dean's full attention and watched as the boy swallowed thickly as he ripped open the little foil wrapping. Unable to resist showing off, he rolled the condom onto his prize with his tongue and teeth drawing a long, deep moan from Dean.
"God, are you for real?" the boy demanded, voice low and rough.
The sound of it caused another burst of arousal to shoot through Gabriel and he felt the slick between his legs increasing. Knowing how good he'd look, he glanced up through his long lashes at his partner. Dean's eyes were completely blown and the boy was panting, lust and desire plain on every feature and making him look even prettier than before. Man but how much Gabriel wanted to keep this one, to whisk him away to one of his temples and never let him go again as he'd done with various other gorgeous young men and women throughout the centuries. Each had been a stunning creature, both in body and in soul and he'd given them a life of luxury in exchange for their talents and company.
The fact that he couldn't this time grated on Gabriel. Michael didn't deserve this one and besides, he'd spotted Dean first, dammit! The boy should be his. The desire to reach out and take, claim, mark rose so swiftly within him that it made him dizzy in addition to catching him completely off-guard. His hand literally itched with the desire to stake his claim on Dean's body and soul and it was all that he could do to resist the impulse. Yeah, he might be lousy at resisting temptation in general, but this was Michael's vessel and his brother could be a possessive son of a bitch at the best of times. There was no way that he was openly inviting Michael's wrath like that, at least not so directly as he knew that this particular trespass on what his brother would view as his wouldn't go unpunished either if Michael ever learned of it. Not that his big brother ever would, he'd make damn well sure of that.
Without another thought, Gabriel let Dean pull him back up the boy's body and into a searing kiss. He pulled back just before he lowered himself onto Dean's cock, wanting to see his face as he took him into himself. It was every bit as good as he'd imagined that it would be and he only managed to keep his eyes open long enough to see the expression of pure bliss cross his partner's face as he sheathed him, then his own eyes fell closed so that he could savor the moment himself. Dean was big, stretching the walls of his vagina just right to cause that pleasure, burn he so enjoyed in a female vessel that preceded the fullness when he'd taken his partner's cock all the way in.
Gabriel waited right there for a beat, just savoring the moment before his arousal sparked and his patience snapped. With a loud moan he began to move, undulating his body so that almost all of Dean's cock slipped back out of him before he slammed his hips back down, filling himself to the brim once more. His lover cried out beneath him and he leaned down to claim Dean's lips in another breath stealing kiss. The boy's hands had come up, clutching at him and moving along his back and sides, stealing quick gropes of his breasts when his movements shifted them apart for a moment before he slammed back down to fuck himself on Dean's cock.
Their pace was frantic now and Gabriel knew that neither of them would last long. As it was, Dean was already moving erratically beneath him, the boy's thrusts losing their coordination as his lover panted into his mouth. With a grin of triumph, he slammed his hips back down and then clenched his inner muscles around Dean's erection, milking him. The boy came with a cry and the feel of his cock pulsing within him was all that he needed to crash over the edge himself and so he let himself go.
Gabriel let himself slump forwards, half on and half off his lover as the high of his orgasm washed over him. Personally he always enjoyed remaining within his lover as he came down from his high and softened and he'd found it to be equally enjoyable on the other end. Luckily Dean seemed to have no intention of moving just now. Instead they just lay there, pressed up against each other as they slowly came down from their high.
When the boy finally softened enough to slip out of him, Gabriel groaned but obligingly rolled to the side so that his lover could take care of his condom. They were such bothersome things but short of telling Dean that he could supernaturally ensure that neither of them caught anything or that he couldn't end up pregnant, there was nothing that he could do about it.
When it took just a little too long for the boy to return to bed, Gabriel shifted slightly to find his lover standing at the end of the bed with a somewhat hesitant look on his face.
"If you don't get back in here right now, then I might just have to kill you," Gabriel growled.
"Kill me, huh?" Dean teased though a look of relief crossed the boy's face as he obliged and climbed back in.
Gabriel made an affirmative noise at the back of his throat as Dean's warm hand slid over his skin as the boy settled back down beside him. "I'm not even close to done with you yet, Dean."
The grin on the face of Michael's vessel was lascivious and definitely not something that would ever grace those beautiful features once his brother took control of them and Gabriel felt a pang of pain at the thought of Dean being all but eclipsed like that.
"Oh, you're definitely my kind of girl," Dean stated, leaning forward to steal a kiss.
Unlike the others before it, this one was far slower and less frantic, but it nonetheless managed to make arousal coil low in Gabriel's gut once more. That was something else which he really loved about having a female vessel. Namely a far faster recovery time without his needing to exert his power in order to achieve it. Obligingly he rolled his head back when Dean's lips moved down his chin towards his throat. The boy licked and sucked his way down to his collar bone before shifting all of his attention to his breasts. He moaned encouragingly and dug his fingers into his lover's short, spiky hair as Dean went to town on his breasts, sucking at the nipple of one while kneading the other with his hand, occasionally stopping to pinch the nipple lightly.
All of the attention was going straight to his core and soon Gabriel felt the slick between his thighs once more even as his inner muscles contracted, desperately longing to be stretched wide and filled like earlier. Before he could say anything, the boy was already reaching down with one hand to run his fingers through the slick before reaching back up to tease his clit.
"Yes!" Gabriel cried out, arching his back and granting his lover even better access to his breasts. "More, harder!"
Dean chuckled darkly against his skin, voice low and rough with the lust that the boy himself was feeling, but before Gabriel could complain or chastise him, his lover twisted his hand around and shoved two fingers deep into him. He arched up once more with a cry and clutched at the boy harder, remembering only at the last moment to be careful about his strength.
The pressure and friction felt wonderful but it wasn't quite enough for Gabriel to be able to get off on, not with what had come before, but luckily for him he didn't have to worry about it. Without any prompting, Dean was already moving his head lower, kissing and nipping his way down his flat stomach.
"Yes, Dean, eat me," Gabriel moaned encouragingly, allowing the boy to hold down his hips but only so that he didn't need to hold himself back quite as much.
The first touch of his lover's rough tongue on his clit was amazing and it soon became apparent that Dean knew exactly what he was doing and Gabriel made his appreciation more than clear. He felt his arousal rising sure and swift within him once more and he didn't even try to hold it back. They had all night so why bother to try and draw things out when all he wanted was to go with the flow?
"There! Yes, just like that!" Gabriel commanded, kicking off his heels so that he could cross his legs behind the boy's back and dig his feet in to encourage Dean.
Gabriel writhed on the sheets as he rose ever higher and then came with a cry when the boy shifted down slightly and stabbed into him with his tongue. The orgasm that rolled over him now wasn't quite as high as before, but it was chased by the most wonderful pleasure, pain thrills as Dean licked his oversensitive clit a few more times.
"Uh, 'nough," Gabriel finally said, giving his lover's hair a light tug.
"Too much for you?" Dean questioned innocently and Gabriel shut him up by pulling the boy into a kiss.
The proximity made his lover's state of arousal more than clear to Gabriel but he pretended to ignore the hard cock pressed up against him in lieu of taking his time chasing his own taste in the boy's mouth. Dean moaned at that but didn't try to pull away either. Good. He kept at it until he had to pull back to allow his lover to breathe.
"I'm hungry," Gabriel stated, still ignoring the boy's condition. "I somehow didn't manage to have dessert tonight."
"Dessert?" Dean asked with a small frown, clearly confused about his seemingly sudden change of course and topic.
"Do you like chocolate, Dean?" Gabriel question as he rolled off the bed and onto his feet, easily slipping back into his heels.
"Huh?"
"Do you like chocolate?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Good."
"Why?"
"Ah, well, see, I really like chocolate and well, from time to time I like to mix things up a little," Gabriel replied, leaning down to grab a bottle from the bag he'd materialized there when creating the motel and making sure to give Michael's vessel a perfect view of his ass as he did so. "You know, to have all my favorite things at once."
Gabriel held up the bottle as he said it, wriggling his eyebrows as he did so. For a moment there was a small frown on his lover's face before realization dawned and Dean laughed, delighted.
"Like things chocolate covered, huh?" Dean teased.
"Oh, yeah."
With that, Gabriel sashayed his way back to the bed and his human lover of the night, straddling Dean's knees, but staying far back enough to give himself room to work. First he leaned forward for another kiss, opening the bottle as he did so. Without looking, he drizzled chocolate sauce over the boy's chest and weeping cock. Dean jerked back with a hiss, scowling at him.
"Cold," Dean complained.
Gabriel laughed. "Oh, poor baby. Here, let me warm it up for you."
Gracefully, Gabriel slipped free from his perch and kneeled on the ground, bringing his head to exactly the right height to lick the first of the chocolate sauce from the boy's chest. He kept his licks light and kittenish, knowing from personal experience what a tease that was and how wound up it was bound to make his partner long before he got to the main event.
"Oh, God," Dean moaned, one hand sliding along Gabriel's face before coming to rest in his long hair, gripping it tightly.
The boy's other hand rested on his shoulder briefly before slipping down to cup his breast, kneading it expertly and toying with the nipple. Gabriel had always particularly loved to have his nipples played with while in a vessel of this gender and he responded by reaching down to roll the boy's balls in one of his hands as he slowly made his way closer to Dean's straining and weeping erection.
The idea came to Gabriel as he was licking chocolate sauce out of the boy's belly button and it made him pause for a fraction of second, just long enough to draw a moan of protest from his partner before he nipped at the skin beneath his teeth. There was the possibility that Dean would recoil from the action, but somehow he doubted that if he timed it just right. It wouldn't give him anything more, but perhaps- just perhaps- it would be the little nudge that Dean needed in order to start moving in the right direction. It grated on some level to be setting things up for someone else to enjoy, especially when he wanted to do it so desperately, but this wasn't about him. No, this was about Dean and making sure that the boy had a chance to enjoy what he so rightly deserved before he became Michael's vessel and lost all chance at happiness and freedom forever.
Gabriel leaned down and coated a finger with chocolate sauce as he leaned down and licked a stripe up the side of Dean's cock from root to tip before he proceeded to lick it like one of his favorite popsicles.
"Fuck!" Dean cried out blissfully, the boy's hands turning rough and Gabriel loved the wantonness of it.
"You wanna know what the best thing of this is going to be?" Gabriel asked huskily, sucking briefly on the head.
"Wha?"
"Absolutely no gag reflex."
With that, Gabriel dropped down and swallowed Dean whole, moving with the boy as Dean jerked involuntarily. His lover's cry turned into a lust filled moan as he swallowed and his throat muscles constricted around the head of Dean's cock. The hand in his hair tightened to a point that would have been physically painful if he were human but luckily he was not and so he just ignored it, going to town on the cock in his mouth. When he was sure that Dean was good and well distracted, he reached up with his chocolate coated finger and began circling the rim of the boy's entrance. As expected it twitched as nervously as a virgin's at his unexpected touch, but Dean was way too far gone to be thinking rationally or to protest so he just worked it gently as he continued to lick, suck and deep throat his lover's cock. Instead the boy followed his instincts and ground down on his finger, making the tip of it slip in past the ring of muscle guarding his entrance.
"Fuck, please, more!" Dean cried out.
The words abruptly reminded Gabriel of the toys that he'd materialized into the night stand drawer earlier when he'd created the motel and he carefully extricated his finger from inside the boy before pulling off his cock.
"What? No, God," Michael's vessel complained.
"Patience is a virtue," Gabriel chanted teasingly as he crawled onto the bed and leaned over so he could get at what he wanted.
As Gabriel had expected, the boy took advantage of his position to run hands up his ass and back before crowding close.
"Never been very patient," Dean stated as the boy began to nibble on Gabriel's ear.
"Yeah, which is why I wanted to get this," Gabriel replied, turning around and holding up the leather cock ring he'd retrieved. This close it was easy to see the boy's eyes dilate even as Dean swallowed, hard. "Problem, big boy?"
"No, God no!"
"Good, 'cause I wanna make this time last."
With that, Gabriel reached down and took his lover's cock in hand. The boy threw his head back and moaned, long and hard and he knew that Dean was already close. A mischievous grin crossed his face and he quickly deep throated his lover once more as soon as he'd gotten the cock ring on and secured.
"Jesus!" Dean cried out wantonly.
Teasing Michael's vessel briefly with just a hint of teeth, Gabriel pulled off and pushed the boy onto his back. As he did so, he held up the condom he'd grabbed at the same time as the cock ring. Dean's confusion instantly cleared and the boy moaned, his hips twitching at the sight.
Gabriel rolled the condom on before pausing and giving his lover a wicked grin. "I'm going to make you beg for it."
"That a promise?" Dean asked cockily.
"Definitely."
"Prove it."
Gabriel laughed, lifting himself up and guiding the boy's cock to his slick entrance before pausing. "You're going to regret issuing that challenge, big boy."
With that, Gabriel sank down slowly onto the boy's already throbbing erection. He waited there for a moment, savoring the initial burn of the penetration and the size and stretch of Dean before beginning to move. Only this time instead of leaning down and covering his lover's body with his own, he remained exactly where he was, using the position of his legs on either side of the boy's hips to ride his cock.
"Oh, fuck!" Dean exclaimed once his lover realized what Gabriel was doing. "Jesus."
"Ever been ridden before, sugar?"
The boy's reply was strangled off as Gabriel clenched his inner muscles around the cock buried to the hilt within him. Dean's hands, which had slid up along the outside of his thighs to rest at his hips, clenched and he relished how strongly they did so. If he were human, he'd most definitely have bruises there tomorrow and the fact that he was making Michael's vessel lose control enough to do that thrilled him. He varied the speed and strength of his movements, just to keep things interesting and delighted in the glare the boy attempted to give him.
It would have been a lot more effective if pleasure didn't constantly flood Dean's face as well, making it more adorable and hot than anything else. Gabriel managed a small smirk, curious to see how the boy would try to retaliate.
"God," Dean moaned, as his lover tried a few times to find a rhythm and participate but Gabriel had chosen the position too carefully.
There was literally nothing that his brother's vessel could do but lie back and take it. For someone so used to being in control in the bedroom it was a difficult concept to process, let alone accept, but Gabriel delighted in it the moment that he felt that submission kick in. Not one to be wholly passive, though, the boy reached up to fondle and tease his breasts once more. He moaned, arching his back and savoring the feel of Dean's gun calluses on his sensitive skin.
"Ready to beg yet?" Gabriel inquired breathlessly.
"Ne- never," Dean countered.
"You know what they say about saying never, don't you, Dean?"
Not giving the boy a chance to reply, Gabriel stopped riding his lover and instead began shifting slightly from side to side.
"Fuck!" Dean cried out and Gabriel felt the boy's cock pulse within him.
If it weren't for the cock ring holding his lover in check, Gabriel was sure that the boy would have come just then. If he hadn't been far too busy basking in the sheer pleasure washing over him, he'd have crowed in triumph. But it was far too good, dammit, and it really had been much too long since he'd last just let go and indulged himself in a female vessel. Determined to do so now just as much as he was determined to prove himself to the boy, he began to do precisely that, alternating between clenching inner muscles no human woman had control over, slamming or grinding himself down on Dean's cock or slowly vibrating from side to side.
Dean went wild beneath him, hands clenched tight around his hips as the boy held on, completely unable to do anything else. The noises falling from his lover's lips were more nonsensical than actual words and Gabriel had to forcibly remind himself not to just ride himself to completion as he wasn't sure if Michael's vessel would make it. Though what a way it would be to go. If he ever had to die, he sincerely hoped it was just like this.
"Well, Dean, ready to beg?" Gabriel questioned, slowing down just enough to both allow the boy some coherent thought and to drive him utterly mad at the same time.
"Fuck! God," Dean cried out wildly, the boy's eyes blown hopelessly wide. "I- what? More!"
"Now, now, sugar, you know what you have to do to be allowed to come."
"Please. Fuck, just- please!"
That was more than close enough for Gabriel seeing how much trouble the boy was having even stringing those few words together. Speeding up once more, he reached down and undid the cock ring. Dean all but exploded within him and actually came so hard that the boy blacked out. Gabriel cried out himself, finally allowing himself to come, clenching down hard on his lover's still pulsing cock buried as deep within him as it would go.
Bonelessly Gabriel allowed himself to collapse onto his lover and all but purred at the blissful satiation that always followed a fantastic fuck. He could just lie here forever, basking in the afterglow, which was precisely what he did as Dean slowly regained partial consciousness and joined him in an endorphin fueled stupor.
Gabriel completely lost track of how long they just lay there, floating on a haze of blissful pleasure but when Michael's vessel stirred beside him, he could already feel the first of the aches vigorous sex always left him with. It was a creature comfort in a way, something that allowed him to relive the moment for hours afterwards if he kept his innate healing abilities from erasing it right away.
"What... Eh, what was that?" Dean finally managed to mumble.
"What was what, sugar?" Gabriel questioned, feigning ignorance as he traced random patterns on the boy's chest with a long, bright red finger nail, though he knew full well that there had only been one thing about what they'd just done that would make his lover uncomfortable.
"You know, that."
Briefly Gabriel was tempted to make the boy expand upon his vague, shaky hand gesture but then he took pity on Dean. The whole point of his action had been to make Michael's vessel aware of that part of himself and to come to terms with it, not to embarrass Dean.
"Oh, you mean the anal probing?"
"Yeah... that."
"What's wrong? Not into it?"
"You are?"
"Sure, it can be fun. Well, not as fun as for you guys, but still a thrill all its own."
Dean frowned. "I don't swing that way."
"No? I wouldn't have taken you for someone to limit yourself like that," Gabriel shrugged as if it meant nothing to him. "Your loss I suppose."
Not unexpectedly, a dirty grin crossed the boy's pretty face. "You do girls as well?"
"Girls, guys, threesomes, it's all good to me."
Dean laughed. "I must be dreaming because you just can't be real."
With a snort, Gabriel reached down and poked a muscle he just knew had to be feeling the exertion of their sex marathon. "That feel like a dream to you?"
"God, no."
"Good, 'cause I'm not just some figment of your perverted imagination."
"I see, so you're just your own perverted self then?"
"Damn right I am!"
The way the boy's soul sparked with his laughter told Gabriel that it was one hundred percent genuine and he felt some of his extreme bliss fade as that reminded him of exactly why it was that Dean's soul was so searingly bright. It was the soul of the Righteous Man, so of course it would be the epitome of his Father's human creations.
The thoughts and worries scattered like so many dandelion seeds in the wind when Dean's hand came up to rub his back right where his wings protruded from his vessel and Gabriel all but melted at the sensation and time spun away from him.
How long they lay there just like that, Gabriel had absolutely no clue. In fact he only came back to himself when the boy stopped inadvertently molesting his wings. It shouldn't even have been possible as they were kept on a completely different plane of existence but somehow his lover had managed to affect them and it had been far too long since he'd felt another's touch on his wings.
"Well, eh, I should go, I suppose," Dean finally stated, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between them.
The boy didn't sound particularly enthused about it and Gabriel couldn't exactly blame him either. Knowing what had been going on between Sam and John when Dean had left them, he wouldn't want to return to a small, confined apartment with them either. The thought of staying here and spending the night hadn't even really occurred to his lover, though, as Dean was so used to leaving his partners shortly after they'd finished having sex.
"Really?" Gabriel questioned, kicking himself even as he did it.
A quick separation now really was the best thing for the both of them.
"You can't seriously want to go another round now," Dean teased.
"No, but do you know what the only thing better than awesome sex just before bed is?"
"No, what?"
"Awesome sex first thing in the morning. Nothing like getting off on the right foot."
Dean threw his head back and laughed long and hard. "Where the hell have you been my whole life?"
/
Not needing to actually sleep (hey, angel), Gabriel used his power to put Dean well under so that the boy didn't wake up while he was gone. Then, after laying down a series of protective wards to ensure that no harm befell Michael's vessel while he was away, he reached out with his Grace to find Lucifer's vessel.
Sam Winchester was in a crappy apartment building clear across town and Gabriel figured that was probably why Dean had chosen the bar that the boy had. Far enough away not to accidentally run into his father or brother later on in the evening but close enough to not actually count as abandoning them. Or so as to be able to get to them quickly if they needed his help for whatever reason. Well, either that or so that Dean could comply quickly if ordered home by John Winchester. He really hoped that it was the former rather than the latter, but thought that it was probably some kind of weird mix of the two.
Despite the rather late hour, Gabriel found both Sam and John awake when he appeared (invisible to the human eye, of course) in their apartment. Thankfully, though, the two were in separate rooms and seemed to be doing their best to completely ignore one another's existence. If he didn't know how much that would hurt Dean, he'd almost be glad for it. The last that thing he'd wanted to have to witness or deal with now was another fight.
A quick glance over their respective shoulders showed Gabriel that John was busy filling out an entry in his hunter's journal on the highly unusual behavior of the chupacabra on their hunt while Lucifer's vessel was hard at work on that book report that the boy had mentioned earlier in the woods. He snorted at the latter discovery, what a suck up Sam Winchester obviously was. Even knowing that he wasn't going to be around for whatever grade he got on this report to matter, Lucifer's vessel still just had to complete the assignment anyway. It was sad, really, didn't the boy know how to go out and have a good time? He'd have a peek and see how often Sam had gotten laid if he wasn't afraid of the very real possibility of discovering that the boy was still a freaking virgin. Which would just be so wrong at his age, a veritable crime almost as far as Gabriel was concerned. Not that he found himself overly concerned about Sam Winchester.
Actually, now that Gabriel thought about it again, his earlier desire to flex his Trickster muscles on the self-righteous child and his father for how they'd acted in the woods and how appallingly they'd treated his lover returned in full force. The only thing preventing him from going full on Loki on their sorry asses was the knowledge that Dean wouldn't approve and somehow that actually mattered to him now. He didn't like it, not one little bit, but the thought of deliberately hurting Michael's vessel like that, even if only indirectly, was abhorrent to him and he cursed himself for being foolish enough to get even partially attached to the vessel. But then, he'd never really been the sharpest pencil in the box. The brightest crayon perhaps, but only if looked at in terms of color and flair instead of mental acuity or decision making skills. Not that that was a particularly difficult feat to achieve given his family, but still, he'd take his accolades where he could get them.
For once, though, his foolishness was actually resulting in his taking the smarter route, Gabriel realized. While it was true that he could trick the hell out of Sam and John Winchester, he couldn't actually kill them as he sometimes did with his chosen victims, which would mean that he'd probably only serve to piss them both off as he sincerely doubted that two mule stubborn idiots like these two would learn their lesson and the absolute last thing that he needed at the moment was to enrage two such relentless hunters as these two undoubtedly would be if given the right incentive. So, discretion it would be then.
For Sam, Gabriel already had the perfect subtle trick and all it took was a snap of his fingers to turn the meticulous book report into so much useless drivel that still actually sounded like the boy had written it. He almost wished that he could be around to see the expression on the face of Lucifer's vessel when Sam got it back. A well-deserved D- should knock the boy down a few pegs for a day or two at least. And, to add insult to injury, he snapped his fingers again to give Sam nightmares about flunking courses and failing out of high school after he'd gotten this assignment back.
John, well John Winchester was a lot harder, Gabriel had to admit to that. Though it was tempting to mess with the man's meticulously kept journal, he knew that Dean also relied on the damn thing for his hunting and so he absolutely refused to take the risk of messing with it, no matter how slight or innocuous it might seem now. So, what did that leave which wouldn't immediately ping the supernatural radar of a seasoned hunter like John Winchester but would still be enough to satisfy his Trickster urges? It was surprisingly difficult to come up with something, the problem being that most things which came to mind would have some kind of knock on impact on Michael's vessel. He'd never really given much thought to this before, always just assuming that he made life easier for those around the arrogant jerks or self-righteous bastards that he chose to teach a valuable lesson or ten to. Then again, he normally wasn't as restricted as he was now with John Winchester, so what did that leave him with? Once he'd ruled out anything obviously supernatural to a hunter, anything which could be blamed on Dean or for which the boy might get caught in the fallout of, there just wasn't a whole lot left and he absolutely refused to do something clichéd. He was Loki after all, and had a level of style and a reputation to maintain even if no one else would ever even learn of this particular trick. A Trickster god had his self-respect to think about after all.
So what to do here? What to do?
Gabriel stood there, pondering his options as he observed John Winchester. What did the man hold dear other than his boys and his need for revenge? What did he pride himself in? His appearance? The man clearly had no sense of fashion beyond the functional, but that didn't mean that John didn't pride himself on his looks or his attraction to the opposite sex. The hunter might still wear his wedding ring on his finger as a connection to his dead wife, but Gabriel sincerely doubted that John was celibate. It had been a long time since Mary Winchester's death after all and her husband was only human, not to mention that hunting got the adrenaline flowing.
The lack of originality of the trick that came to him grated on Gabriel but he couldn't deny that this was one which met all of his other requirements. It wouldn't be viewed as supernatural, had nothing to do with Dean and was something which would never be brought up to the boy unless his lover happened to witness it in person as John would be far too embarrassed or busy nursing his wounded pride to even think of mentioning it to either of his two sons. Still, it smacked far too much of a jilted lover for his tastes (not that this fact wouldn't provide excellent cover for him in the slim instance that anyone were to catch onto what he'd done) and he tried to think of something else. A general misfortune spell was out as he knew how hunters made a living financially speaking and any trouble that John had bringing in cash would affect both of the boys as well, potentially even increasing the burden on Dean to go out and make up the difference.
So what else did that leave him with? Gabriel was getting so frustrated that it took him a few moments longer than normal to realize that John Winchester had either started to sense his presence or was just aware that he was being watched. Either way the hunter had tensed and was looking around the room warily. He had to give the man credit as he knew full well that his presence was fully masked, so it was John's instincts alone that were responsible for detecting that something wasn't quite right.
Not wanting to spook the man into leaving town right this very instant, Gabriel snapped his fingers and made it so that every woman that John Winchester tried to charm for the next few weeks would not only be repulsed by his advances, but would be willing to visibly show the man that was what they were feeling. And if he'd accidentally tweaked it so that a few of those women might even be affronted enough by the come on to slap John across the face, well, then it would merely be another indication that he really wasn't all that great at resisting temptation, no matter what form he came across it in.
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By the time that Gabriel had run a few other errands and returned to his recently created motel and the lover he'd left asleep within it, dawn had already, well, dawned.
With the satisfaction of several jobs well done, Gabriel crawled back into the bed that he'd so reluctantly left earlier and settled himself into Dean Winchester's embrace. Even asleep the boy responded to him beautifully, shifting to practically plaster himself along his side and he couldn't help but feel smug at that. Damn but if he didn't want to keep this one. If he didn't already know precisely how it would all end, he'd allow himself to do more than merely spare a few seconds to fantasize about stealing Dean away and taking him to one of his many temples where he could ravish the boy as often as he wanted to.
It was such a wonderful mental image though and oh so tempting.
All it took, however, to douse the thought was the reminder that this was Michael and Lucifer that Gabriel was thinking of messing with here and no. Just no. There was absolutely, positively no way that he was getting involved in the middle of that. Even he was too smart to do something so utterly moronic. He'd seen his brothers go at each other often enough to know full well that not only was there just no getting between them, but short of Father, there was no one alive in all of Heaven, Hell, Earth or even Purgatory who could do so and survive.
So, yeah, Gabriel would just have to make do with what he had and, speaking of which, that included this morning if only for a few more short hours. Which raised the question of what he still wanted to do with the boy before he had to let Michael's vessel go. He ran a hand over Dean's chest, all soft skin and hard muscle without even an ounce of fat. Hmm, he definitely wanted to ride the boy again, feeling all of that coiled strength and human power thrusting beneath him to his rhythm despite the fact that his human body should technically be the weaker of the two.
But what about after that? Gabriel had enjoyed the way his lover had played with his breasts earlier so perhaps he should allow Dean to worship him a little more. Let the boy think that he was in control even as he subtly guided Dean to where he wanted his lover to go. He'd bet that Michael's vessel also knew exactly how to eat out a woman in such a way as to make it last. The boy did so love to please people after all.
Mm, all of that sounded excellent, but where to start? Perhaps he should backtrack a little to what he'd done last night given that the boy was still currently fast asleep. He wouldn't be getting another opportunity like this one, that was for sure.
With a thought, Gabriel had lubed a finger before he snapped a condom into existence straight onto the boy's cock. Partially releasing his hold over Dean's sleep, he reached down with one hand to fondle the already half hard sleep erection that Michael's vessel had while his other hand reached further back and gently circled Dean's entrance. The response was instantaneous with the boy moaning and beginning to thrust beneath him, first forwards into his fist and then back onto his finger as he slipped it carefully in past the lax ring of muscles. The welcoming heat and tightness that he felt there made the desire to fuck Dean flare to life within him and he moaned himself, cursing today's society for turning something as natural as homosexuality into a sin and twisting it into something that led submissives into thinking it emasculated them for wanting what they so naturally did.
As his lover slowly woke more fully, Gabriel reluctantly pulled his finger free from the boy's ass and he instead slithered his way up Dean's body, taking care to brush his breasts and hips along the length of the boy as he did so. He then moaned himself as he could feel the slick between his legs and his limited patience snapped just as his lover finally woke.
"Hmm, that you gorgeous?" Dean mumbled, moss green eyes already clouded with lust when the boy finally opened them.
"Good morning, big boy," Gabriel smiled, and sank down onto his throbbing cock.
A.N.:I'd like to say a big thank you to my wonderful beta and artist, this wouldn't be what it is without the both of you! Beyond that I hope everyone enjoyed it and, before you ask, there will be more. This is the first in a planned trilogy though the next fic in the series will be able to (mostly) stand on its own.
Pairings: Dean/Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: just who and what Gabriel is
Warnings: slash, gender bending, het, food!sex, oral, toys, dom!Gabriel
Word Count: 15,231
Note: This fic was written for the gabriel-bigbang 2013. The title comes from the phrase 'and lead us not into temptation' because I thought it appropriate given Gabriel's near complete lack of control in that particular area :)
Summary: Despite millennia of steering clear of his family, Gabriel found himself completely unable to resist looking up the two vessels destined to allow his brothers to end it all.
Beta: aerilex
Artist: ravenmoonart - Art Masterlist
Even Gabriel could admit that creating an entire motel out of thin air was probably a bit excessive and a far greater use of his true powers than he should be expending just now but there was absolutely no way that he was wasting any more time now than strictly necessary and checking into a place was one such waste of time. Nor was he even willing to consider the backseat of the Winchester boy's car. The Impala might be a classic black beauty and all but they needed privacy for what he had in mind. Well, privacy and room as there was no way that this was remaining vanilla.
Though Gabriel knew full well that he could be a fool sometimes, even he knew better than to think that this was anything more than a onetime experience. Not only did Michael's vessel think himself to be a consummate ladies' man, but he himself wasn't stupid enough to stick around for his big brother to show up. Besides, he had this unhealthy habit of getting attached to specific souls if given half a chance and he was more than assured that it was almost a certainty in this case. Even what he was doing now was playing with fire but he just couldn't seem to stop himself. There was just something about the boy, dammit!
"God, we'd better get inside before we're arrested or something for public indecency," Dean muttered, pulling back from Gabriel's lips only long enough to speak.
The thought of an interruption like that spurred Gabriel on and he reluctantly released the skin he'd been teasing at the base of the throat of Michael's vessel. The bruise that he could already see forming there soothed some primal part of himself in a way that he really didn't want to acknowledge too closely. Waiting had seemed like a pointless thing to do once they'd gotten out of the car, so he just hadn't. Even before Dean had parked the Impala, he'd been nibbling on the boy's ear and rubbing himself against his hard body, so it had been easy to up the ante a little once the danger of crashing the car had been removed from the equation. But, yeah, the threat of being interrupted and detained by the police was more than enough to spur him on.
No one was going to get between Gabriel and his prize now. No one.
Not when he was already so aroused and worked up that Gabriel could feel the slick between his thighs. The first round was going to have to be quick and dirty as he just wasn't going to last much longer, but after that he definitely planned to slow things down and take his time, making the boy beg him to be able to come.
Gabriel moaned as one of Dean's hands reached down and slipped below the short hem of his dress, reaching back up to brush against his already soaked silk panties. He bucked automatically, chasing the teasing feather light touch and then he moaned as Dean chuckled darkly in his ear.
"Not helping," Gabriel ground out before he finally (finally!) heard the click of the lock as it opened.
Dean instantly swept him up in his arms and carried him into the room before Gabriel could protest. Since it brought him that much closer to his goal, he didn't complain and instead kicked the door shut as soon as they were inside.
"Clothes," Gabriel commanded, tugging at the boy's leather jacket.
Dean obligingly lowered him back to the ground, though the action rucked his dress up to his waist in the process. Gabriel laughed at that, slipping his hands up underneath the boy's jacket and over shirt, sweeping them off his shoulders while also getting a good feel of the well-muscled chest he'd seen before but which was now still hidden from view by the t-shirt. While Dean rid himself of the over shirt and jacket, he reached behind himself and unzipped the dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of red silk.
"God, you're gorgeous," Dean breathed, the boy's moss green eyes sweeping over his body in its lacy red panties and bra that revealed more than they hid.
The lust and desire that Gabriel could see made him preen and he only just waited for Dean to take off his own shirt before he stepped closer to the boy and gave him a good shove. Michael's vessel stumbled back a few steps before falling back onto the large king sized bed that dominated the room. Dean bounced lightly, laughing before he pushed himself up onto his elbows and gave him a lascivious and knowing grin.
"Someone's eager," Dean smirked, licking his lips as he looked at Gabriel.
"Oh, you have no idea," Gabriel replied.
With two steps, Gabriel was at the edge of the bed and he quickly and easily climbed onto it, straddling his soon to be lover's lap. Dean straightened instantly, meeting him halfway in a heated and demanding kiss. As before Gabriel took charge, resting one hand on the boy's chest while the other slipped around and up to slide into the short hair and angle Dean's head exactly how he wanted it, smiling at how easily Winchester complied with his wishes. Instead of fighting, the boy merely slipped his own arms around him, one hand sliding down to cup his ass while the other traveled up along his spine to tangle into his long hair, only coming to a stop when Dean had the back of his neck and head cradled in the palm of his hand.
A slight shift was all that it took for Gabriel to feel Dean beneath himself, the flimsy material of his panties and the boy's jeans and underwear the only barriers between them. He moaned, grinding down against Winchester's erection even as he swept his tongue into Dean's mouth. His lover's hands tightened on him before Dean was rolling his hips up and he moaned into the kiss, drawing back to allow the boy to breathe though Michael's vessel seemed to have forgotten that he needed to do so. He grinned to himself, if the boy thought that was good then he was in for a few shocks before the night was over, that was for sure.
Then Dean's hands were on the clasp of his bra and Gabriel obligingly moved back to allow the boy to remove it, letting his breasts spring free from their confinement. Now, instead of teasing lace, he had warm skin and strong muscle to rub against and he took full advantage of this fact for a few moments before he began applying pressure to Dean's shoulders until Michael's vessel took the hint and allowed himself to drop back onto the bed. Gabriel followed him down, catching himself just above the bed, bringing their faces close, but not quite touching.
"Dominating little thing, aren't you?" Dean questioned, hands running up Gabriel's sides before one came up to cup one of his full breasts.
Gabriel moaned, eyes dropping to half-mast. "Is that going to be a problem?"
"Oh, hell no! I like 'em feisty, it's seriously hot."
"Good."
With that, Gabriel leaned down and began licking and biting his way along Dean's jaw, part of him crowing in victory when the boy rolled his head back and exposed his throat in response. He briefly nipped at that, earning himself a throaty moan, before moving further down to explore that which had been covered by clothing before. It was clear from the way that his lover didn't seem to know quite what to do with his hands that Dean didn't normally find himself in this position but a strategic roll of his hips was all that it took to keep the boy satisfied.
Like he'd discovered before, Dean Winchester was a natural submissive. The boy just didn't know it yet.
"What's this?" Gabriel questioned, feigning surprise, when he reached the first of the rapidly forming bruises.
"Huh?" Dean responded, needing a moment to regain coherent thought. "Oh, those, nuthin'. Just had a little accident earlier."
"Oh, poor baby," Gabriel cooed, leaning forward to kiss the bruise lightly.
As he did so, Gabriel brushed some of his Grace across the injury. Not enough to completely heal it and thereby raise the hunter's suspicions, but just enough to take the edge off the pain and to ensure that Dean wasn't bothered too much by it and the others. He wanted the boy's full attention on himself tonight after all and not to be diverted by pain to think about the hunting injury or his family's umpteenth argument. He quickly lavished similar treatment on all of the other bruises before moving on towards what he really wanted.
When he reached the boy's pants, Gabriel made quick work of the belt, button and zipper. He then pushed himself back onto the heels that he still wore and reached down for the first of his partner's shoes. Dean quickly got with the program and soon the boy was completely naked, his cock rising proud and sure, the head wet with precum. Gabriel licked his lips as he looked at it, only just able to restrain himself from climbing right up onto it and giving the boy the ride of his life. Dean, however, thought that he was human and human women could get both sick and pregnant and he'd seen enough of the behavior of Michael's vessel tonight to know that there was no way that the boy wouldn't insist on protection.
Family clearly meant everything to Dean Winchester after all.
A quick check of the boy's jeans pockets and Gabriel had already found more than one condom and he smiled victoriously as he held it up.
"Ah, ah," Gabriel said, raising an eyebrow when Dean reached forward to take it. "Do I need to remind you of who's in charge here?"
The boy's eyes dilated at that, though it took Dean a few seconds longer to give in and scoot further back onto the bed with a nonchalant shrug. "Show's all yours, gorgeous."
"Good."
Quickly now as he could hardly wait any longer, Gabriel slipped out of his panties, casting them aside with a flick of his ankle before prowling back towards the bed on his three inch heels. He had Dean's full attention and watched as the boy swallowed thickly as he ripped open the little foil wrapping. Unable to resist showing off, he rolled the condom onto his prize with his tongue and teeth drawing a long, deep moan from Dean.
"God, are you for real?" the boy demanded, voice low and rough.
The sound of it caused another burst of arousal to shoot through Gabriel and he felt the slick between his legs increasing. Knowing how good he'd look, he glanced up through his long lashes at his partner. Dean's eyes were completely blown and the boy was panting, lust and desire plain on every feature and making him look even prettier than before. Man but how much Gabriel wanted to keep this one, to whisk him away to one of his temples and never let him go again as he'd done with various other gorgeous young men and women throughout the centuries. Each had been a stunning creature, both in body and in soul and he'd given them a life of luxury in exchange for their talents and company.
The fact that he couldn't this time grated on Gabriel. Michael didn't deserve this one and besides, he'd spotted Dean first, dammit! The boy should be his. The desire to reach out and take, claim, mark rose so swiftly within him that it made him dizzy in addition to catching him completely off-guard. His hand literally itched with the desire to stake his claim on Dean's body and soul and it was all that he could do to resist the impulse. Yeah, he might be lousy at resisting temptation in general, but this was Michael's vessel and his brother could be a possessive son of a bitch at the best of times. There was no way that he was openly inviting Michael's wrath like that, at least not so directly as he knew that this particular trespass on what his brother would view as his wouldn't go unpunished either if Michael ever learned of it. Not that his big brother ever would, he'd make damn well sure of that.
Without another thought, Gabriel let Dean pull him back up the boy's body and into a searing kiss. He pulled back just before he lowered himself onto Dean's cock, wanting to see his face as he took him into himself. It was every bit as good as he'd imagined that it would be and he only managed to keep his eyes open long enough to see the expression of pure bliss cross his partner's face as he sheathed him, then his own eyes fell closed so that he could savor the moment himself. Dean was big, stretching the walls of his vagina just right to cause that pleasure, burn he so enjoyed in a female vessel that preceded the fullness when he'd taken his partner's cock all the way in.
Gabriel waited right there for a beat, just savoring the moment before his arousal sparked and his patience snapped. With a loud moan he began to move, undulating his body so that almost all of Dean's cock slipped back out of him before he slammed his hips back down, filling himself to the brim once more. His lover cried out beneath him and he leaned down to claim Dean's lips in another breath stealing kiss. The boy's hands had come up, clutching at him and moving along his back and sides, stealing quick gropes of his breasts when his movements shifted them apart for a moment before he slammed back down to fuck himself on Dean's cock.
Their pace was frantic now and Gabriel knew that neither of them would last long. As it was, Dean was already moving erratically beneath him, the boy's thrusts losing their coordination as his lover panted into his mouth. With a grin of triumph, he slammed his hips back down and then clenched his inner muscles around Dean's erection, milking him. The boy came with a cry and the feel of his cock pulsing within him was all that he needed to crash over the edge himself and so he let himself go.
Gabriel let himself slump forwards, half on and half off his lover as the high of his orgasm washed over him. Personally he always enjoyed remaining within his lover as he came down from his high and softened and he'd found it to be equally enjoyable on the other end. Luckily Dean seemed to have no intention of moving just now. Instead they just lay there, pressed up against each other as they slowly came down from their high.
When the boy finally softened enough to slip out of him, Gabriel groaned but obligingly rolled to the side so that his lover could take care of his condom. They were such bothersome things but short of telling Dean that he could supernaturally ensure that neither of them caught anything or that he couldn't end up pregnant, there was nothing that he could do about it.
When it took just a little too long for the boy to return to bed, Gabriel shifted slightly to find his lover standing at the end of the bed with a somewhat hesitant look on his face.
"If you don't get back in here right now, then I might just have to kill you," Gabriel growled.
"Kill me, huh?" Dean teased though a look of relief crossed the boy's face as he obliged and climbed back in.
Gabriel made an affirmative noise at the back of his throat as Dean's warm hand slid over his skin as the boy settled back down beside him. "I'm not even close to done with you yet, Dean."
The grin on the face of Michael's vessel was lascivious and definitely not something that would ever grace those beautiful features once his brother took control of them and Gabriel felt a pang of pain at the thought of Dean being all but eclipsed like that.
"Oh, you're definitely my kind of girl," Dean stated, leaning forward to steal a kiss.
Unlike the others before it, this one was far slower and less frantic, but it nonetheless managed to make arousal coil low in Gabriel's gut once more. That was something else which he really loved about having a female vessel. Namely a far faster recovery time without his needing to exert his power in order to achieve it. Obligingly he rolled his head back when Dean's lips moved down his chin towards his throat. The boy licked and sucked his way down to his collar bone before shifting all of his attention to his breasts. He moaned encouragingly and dug his fingers into his lover's short, spiky hair as Dean went to town on his breasts, sucking at the nipple of one while kneading the other with his hand, occasionally stopping to pinch the nipple lightly.
All of the attention was going straight to his core and soon Gabriel felt the slick between his thighs once more even as his inner muscles contracted, desperately longing to be stretched wide and filled like earlier. Before he could say anything, the boy was already reaching down with one hand to run his fingers through the slick before reaching back up to tease his clit.
"Yes!" Gabriel cried out, arching his back and granting his lover even better access to his breasts. "More, harder!"
Dean chuckled darkly against his skin, voice low and rough with the lust that the boy himself was feeling, but before Gabriel could complain or chastise him, his lover twisted his hand around and shoved two fingers deep into him. He arched up once more with a cry and clutched at the boy harder, remembering only at the last moment to be careful about his strength.
The pressure and friction felt wonderful but it wasn't quite enough for Gabriel to be able to get off on, not with what had come before, but luckily for him he didn't have to worry about it. Without any prompting, Dean was already moving his head lower, kissing and nipping his way down his flat stomach.
"Yes, Dean, eat me," Gabriel moaned encouragingly, allowing the boy to hold down his hips but only so that he didn't need to hold himself back quite as much.
The first touch of his lover's rough tongue on his clit was amazing and it soon became apparent that Dean knew exactly what he was doing and Gabriel made his appreciation more than clear. He felt his arousal rising sure and swift within him once more and he didn't even try to hold it back. They had all night so why bother to try and draw things out when all he wanted was to go with the flow?
"There! Yes, just like that!" Gabriel commanded, kicking off his heels so that he could cross his legs behind the boy's back and dig his feet in to encourage Dean.
Gabriel writhed on the sheets as he rose ever higher and then came with a cry when the boy shifted down slightly and stabbed into him with his tongue. The orgasm that rolled over him now wasn't quite as high as before, but it was chased by the most wonderful pleasure, pain thrills as Dean licked his oversensitive clit a few more times.
"Uh, 'nough," Gabriel finally said, giving his lover's hair a light tug.
"Too much for you?" Dean questioned innocently and Gabriel shut him up by pulling the boy into a kiss.
The proximity made his lover's state of arousal more than clear to Gabriel but he pretended to ignore the hard cock pressed up against him in lieu of taking his time chasing his own taste in the boy's mouth. Dean moaned at that but didn't try to pull away either. Good. He kept at it until he had to pull back to allow his lover to breathe.
"I'm hungry," Gabriel stated, still ignoring the boy's condition. "I somehow didn't manage to have dessert tonight."
"Dessert?" Dean asked with a small frown, clearly confused about his seemingly sudden change of course and topic.
"Do you like chocolate, Dean?" Gabriel question as he rolled off the bed and onto his feet, easily slipping back into his heels.
"Huh?"
"Do you like chocolate?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Good."
"Why?"
"Ah, well, see, I really like chocolate and well, from time to time I like to mix things up a little," Gabriel replied, leaning down to grab a bottle from the bag he'd materialized there when creating the motel and making sure to give Michael's vessel a perfect view of his ass as he did so. "You know, to have all my favorite things at once."
Gabriel held up the bottle as he said it, wriggling his eyebrows as he did so. For a moment there was a small frown on his lover's face before realization dawned and Dean laughed, delighted.
"Like things chocolate covered, huh?" Dean teased.
"Oh, yeah."
With that, Gabriel sashayed his way back to the bed and his human lover of the night, straddling Dean's knees, but staying far back enough to give himself room to work. First he leaned forward for another kiss, opening the bottle as he did so. Without looking, he drizzled chocolate sauce over the boy's chest and weeping cock. Dean jerked back with a hiss, scowling at him.
"Cold," Dean complained.
Gabriel laughed. "Oh, poor baby. Here, let me warm it up for you."
Gracefully, Gabriel slipped free from his perch and kneeled on the ground, bringing his head to exactly the right height to lick the first of the chocolate sauce from the boy's chest. He kept his licks light and kittenish, knowing from personal experience what a tease that was and how wound up it was bound to make his partner long before he got to the main event.
"Oh, God," Dean moaned, one hand sliding along Gabriel's face before coming to rest in his long hair, gripping it tightly.
The boy's other hand rested on his shoulder briefly before slipping down to cup his breast, kneading it expertly and toying with the nipple. Gabriel had always particularly loved to have his nipples played with while in a vessel of this gender and he responded by reaching down to roll the boy's balls in one of his hands as he slowly made his way closer to Dean's straining and weeping erection.
The idea came to Gabriel as he was licking chocolate sauce out of the boy's belly button and it made him pause for a fraction of second, just long enough to draw a moan of protest from his partner before he nipped at the skin beneath his teeth. There was the possibility that Dean would recoil from the action, but somehow he doubted that if he timed it just right. It wouldn't give him anything more, but perhaps- just perhaps- it would be the little nudge that Dean needed in order to start moving in the right direction. It grated on some level to be setting things up for someone else to enjoy, especially when he wanted to do it so desperately, but this wasn't about him. No, this was about Dean and making sure that the boy had a chance to enjoy what he so rightly deserved before he became Michael's vessel and lost all chance at happiness and freedom forever.
Gabriel leaned down and coated a finger with chocolate sauce as he leaned down and licked a stripe up the side of Dean's cock from root to tip before he proceeded to lick it like one of his favorite popsicles.
"Fuck!" Dean cried out blissfully, the boy's hands turning rough and Gabriel loved the wantonness of it.
"You wanna know what the best thing of this is going to be?" Gabriel asked huskily, sucking briefly on the head.
"Wha?"
"Absolutely no gag reflex."
With that, Gabriel dropped down and swallowed Dean whole, moving with the boy as Dean jerked involuntarily. His lover's cry turned into a lust filled moan as he swallowed and his throat muscles constricted around the head of Dean's cock. The hand in his hair tightened to a point that would have been physically painful if he were human but luckily he was not and so he just ignored it, going to town on the cock in his mouth. When he was sure that Dean was good and well distracted, he reached up with his chocolate coated finger and began circling the rim of the boy's entrance. As expected it twitched as nervously as a virgin's at his unexpected touch, but Dean was way too far gone to be thinking rationally or to protest so he just worked it gently as he continued to lick, suck and deep throat his lover's cock. Instead the boy followed his instincts and ground down on his finger, making the tip of it slip in past the ring of muscle guarding his entrance.
"Fuck, please, more!" Dean cried out.
The words abruptly reminded Gabriel of the toys that he'd materialized into the night stand drawer earlier when he'd created the motel and he carefully extricated his finger from inside the boy before pulling off his cock.
"What? No, God," Michael's vessel complained.
"Patience is a virtue," Gabriel chanted teasingly as he crawled onto the bed and leaned over so he could get at what he wanted.
As Gabriel had expected, the boy took advantage of his position to run hands up his ass and back before crowding close.
"Never been very patient," Dean stated as the boy began to nibble on Gabriel's ear.
"Yeah, which is why I wanted to get this," Gabriel replied, turning around and holding up the leather cock ring he'd retrieved. This close it was easy to see the boy's eyes dilate even as Dean swallowed, hard. "Problem, big boy?"
"No, God no!"
"Good, 'cause I wanna make this time last."
With that, Gabriel reached down and took his lover's cock in hand. The boy threw his head back and moaned, long and hard and he knew that Dean was already close. A mischievous grin crossed his face and he quickly deep throated his lover once more as soon as he'd gotten the cock ring on and secured.
"Jesus!" Dean cried out wantonly.
Teasing Michael's vessel briefly with just a hint of teeth, Gabriel pulled off and pushed the boy onto his back. As he did so, he held up the condom he'd grabbed at the same time as the cock ring. Dean's confusion instantly cleared and the boy moaned, his hips twitching at the sight.
Gabriel rolled the condom on before pausing and giving his lover a wicked grin. "I'm going to make you beg for it."
"That a promise?" Dean asked cockily.
"Definitely."
"Prove it."
Gabriel laughed, lifting himself up and guiding the boy's cock to his slick entrance before pausing. "You're going to regret issuing that challenge, big boy."
With that, Gabriel sank down slowly onto the boy's already throbbing erection. He waited there for a moment, savoring the initial burn of the penetration and the size and stretch of Dean before beginning to move. Only this time instead of leaning down and covering his lover's body with his own, he remained exactly where he was, using the position of his legs on either side of the boy's hips to ride his cock.
"Oh, fuck!" Dean exclaimed once his lover realized what Gabriel was doing. "Jesus."
"Ever been ridden before, sugar?"
The boy's reply was strangled off as Gabriel clenched his inner muscles around the cock buried to the hilt within him. Dean's hands, which had slid up along the outside of his thighs to rest at his hips, clenched and he relished how strongly they did so. If he were human, he'd most definitely have bruises there tomorrow and the fact that he was making Michael's vessel lose control enough to do that thrilled him. He varied the speed and strength of his movements, just to keep things interesting and delighted in the glare the boy attempted to give him.
It would have been a lot more effective if pleasure didn't constantly flood Dean's face as well, making it more adorable and hot than anything else. Gabriel managed a small smirk, curious to see how the boy would try to retaliate.
"God," Dean moaned, as his lover tried a few times to find a rhythm and participate but Gabriel had chosen the position too carefully.
There was literally nothing that his brother's vessel could do but lie back and take it. For someone so used to being in control in the bedroom it was a difficult concept to process, let alone accept, but Gabriel delighted in it the moment that he felt that submission kick in. Not one to be wholly passive, though, the boy reached up to fondle and tease his breasts once more. He moaned, arching his back and savoring the feel of Dean's gun calluses on his sensitive skin.
"Ready to beg yet?" Gabriel inquired breathlessly.
"Ne- never," Dean countered.
"You know what they say about saying never, don't you, Dean?"
Not giving the boy a chance to reply, Gabriel stopped riding his lover and instead began shifting slightly from side to side.
"Fuck!" Dean cried out and Gabriel felt the boy's cock pulse within him.
If it weren't for the cock ring holding his lover in check, Gabriel was sure that the boy would have come just then. If he hadn't been far too busy basking in the sheer pleasure washing over him, he'd have crowed in triumph. But it was far too good, dammit, and it really had been much too long since he'd last just let go and indulged himself in a female vessel. Determined to do so now just as much as he was determined to prove himself to the boy, he began to do precisely that, alternating between clenching inner muscles no human woman had control over, slamming or grinding himself down on Dean's cock or slowly vibrating from side to side.
Dean went wild beneath him, hands clenched tight around his hips as the boy held on, completely unable to do anything else. The noises falling from his lover's lips were more nonsensical than actual words and Gabriel had to forcibly remind himself not to just ride himself to completion as he wasn't sure if Michael's vessel would make it. Though what a way it would be to go. If he ever had to die, he sincerely hoped it was just like this.
"Well, Dean, ready to beg?" Gabriel questioned, slowing down just enough to both allow the boy some coherent thought and to drive him utterly mad at the same time.
"Fuck! God," Dean cried out wildly, the boy's eyes blown hopelessly wide. "I- what? More!"
"Now, now, sugar, you know what you have to do to be allowed to come."
"Please. Fuck, just- please!"
That was more than close enough for Gabriel seeing how much trouble the boy was having even stringing those few words together. Speeding up once more, he reached down and undid the cock ring. Dean all but exploded within him and actually came so hard that the boy blacked out. Gabriel cried out himself, finally allowing himself to come, clenching down hard on his lover's still pulsing cock buried as deep within him as it would go.
Bonelessly Gabriel allowed himself to collapse onto his lover and all but purred at the blissful satiation that always followed a fantastic fuck. He could just lie here forever, basking in the afterglow, which was precisely what he did as Dean slowly regained partial consciousness and joined him in an endorphin fueled stupor.
Gabriel completely lost track of how long they just lay there, floating on a haze of blissful pleasure but when Michael's vessel stirred beside him, he could already feel the first of the aches vigorous sex always left him with. It was a creature comfort in a way, something that allowed him to relive the moment for hours afterwards if he kept his innate healing abilities from erasing it right away.
"What... Eh, what was that?" Dean finally managed to mumble.
"What was what, sugar?" Gabriel questioned, feigning ignorance as he traced random patterns on the boy's chest with a long, bright red finger nail, though he knew full well that there had only been one thing about what they'd just done that would make his lover uncomfortable.
"You know, that."
Briefly Gabriel was tempted to make the boy expand upon his vague, shaky hand gesture but then he took pity on Dean. The whole point of his action had been to make Michael's vessel aware of that part of himself and to come to terms with it, not to embarrass Dean.
"Oh, you mean the anal probing?"
"Yeah... that."
"What's wrong? Not into it?"
"You are?"
"Sure, it can be fun. Well, not as fun as for you guys, but still a thrill all its own."
Dean frowned. "I don't swing that way."
"No? I wouldn't have taken you for someone to limit yourself like that," Gabriel shrugged as if it meant nothing to him. "Your loss I suppose."
Not unexpectedly, a dirty grin crossed the boy's pretty face. "You do girls as well?"
"Girls, guys, threesomes, it's all good to me."
Dean laughed. "I must be dreaming because you just can't be real."
With a snort, Gabriel reached down and poked a muscle he just knew had to be feeling the exertion of their sex marathon. "That feel like a dream to you?"
"God, no."
"Good, 'cause I'm not just some figment of your perverted imagination."
"I see, so you're just your own perverted self then?"
"Damn right I am!"
The way the boy's soul sparked with his laughter told Gabriel that it was one hundred percent genuine and he felt some of his extreme bliss fade as that reminded him of exactly why it was that Dean's soul was so searingly bright. It was the soul of the Righteous Man, so of course it would be the epitome of his Father's human creations.
The thoughts and worries scattered like so many dandelion seeds in the wind when Dean's hand came up to rub his back right where his wings protruded from his vessel and Gabriel all but melted at the sensation and time spun away from him.
How long they lay there just like that, Gabriel had absolutely no clue. In fact he only came back to himself when the boy stopped inadvertently molesting his wings. It shouldn't even have been possible as they were kept on a completely different plane of existence but somehow his lover had managed to affect them and it had been far too long since he'd felt another's touch on his wings.
"Well, eh, I should go, I suppose," Dean finally stated, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between them.
The boy didn't sound particularly enthused about it and Gabriel couldn't exactly blame him either. Knowing what had been going on between Sam and John when Dean had left them, he wouldn't want to return to a small, confined apartment with them either. The thought of staying here and spending the night hadn't even really occurred to his lover, though, as Dean was so used to leaving his partners shortly after they'd finished having sex.
"Really?" Gabriel questioned, kicking himself even as he did it.
A quick separation now really was the best thing for the both of them.
"You can't seriously want to go another round now," Dean teased.
"No, but do you know what the only thing better than awesome sex just before bed is?"
"No, what?"
"Awesome sex first thing in the morning. Nothing like getting off on the right foot."
Dean threw his head back and laughed long and hard. "Where the hell have you been my whole life?"
/
Not needing to actually sleep (hey, angel), Gabriel used his power to put Dean well under so that the boy didn't wake up while he was gone. Then, after laying down a series of protective wards to ensure that no harm befell Michael's vessel while he was away, he reached out with his Grace to find Lucifer's vessel.
Sam Winchester was in a crappy apartment building clear across town and Gabriel figured that was probably why Dean had chosen the bar that the boy had. Far enough away not to accidentally run into his father or brother later on in the evening but close enough to not actually count as abandoning them. Or so as to be able to get to them quickly if they needed his help for whatever reason. Well, either that or so that Dean could comply quickly if ordered home by John Winchester. He really hoped that it was the former rather than the latter, but thought that it was probably some kind of weird mix of the two.
Despite the rather late hour, Gabriel found both Sam and John awake when he appeared (invisible to the human eye, of course) in their apartment. Thankfully, though, the two were in separate rooms and seemed to be doing their best to completely ignore one another's existence. If he didn't know how much that would hurt Dean, he'd almost be glad for it. The last that thing he'd wanted to have to witness or deal with now was another fight.
A quick glance over their respective shoulders showed Gabriel that John was busy filling out an entry in his hunter's journal on the highly unusual behavior of the chupacabra on their hunt while Lucifer's vessel was hard at work on that book report that the boy had mentioned earlier in the woods. He snorted at the latter discovery, what a suck up Sam Winchester obviously was. Even knowing that he wasn't going to be around for whatever grade he got on this report to matter, Lucifer's vessel still just had to complete the assignment anyway. It was sad, really, didn't the boy know how to go out and have a good time? He'd have a peek and see how often Sam had gotten laid if he wasn't afraid of the very real possibility of discovering that the boy was still a freaking virgin. Which would just be so wrong at his age, a veritable crime almost as far as Gabriel was concerned. Not that he found himself overly concerned about Sam Winchester.
Actually, now that Gabriel thought about it again, his earlier desire to flex his Trickster muscles on the self-righteous child and his father for how they'd acted in the woods and how appallingly they'd treated his lover returned in full force. The only thing preventing him from going full on Loki on their sorry asses was the knowledge that Dean wouldn't approve and somehow that actually mattered to him now. He didn't like it, not one little bit, but the thought of deliberately hurting Michael's vessel like that, even if only indirectly, was abhorrent to him and he cursed himself for being foolish enough to get even partially attached to the vessel. But then, he'd never really been the sharpest pencil in the box. The brightest crayon perhaps, but only if looked at in terms of color and flair instead of mental acuity or decision making skills. Not that that was a particularly difficult feat to achieve given his family, but still, he'd take his accolades where he could get them.
For once, though, his foolishness was actually resulting in his taking the smarter route, Gabriel realized. While it was true that he could trick the hell out of Sam and John Winchester, he couldn't actually kill them as he sometimes did with his chosen victims, which would mean that he'd probably only serve to piss them both off as he sincerely doubted that two mule stubborn idiots like these two would learn their lesson and the absolute last thing that he needed at the moment was to enrage two such relentless hunters as these two undoubtedly would be if given the right incentive. So, discretion it would be then.
For Sam, Gabriel already had the perfect subtle trick and all it took was a snap of his fingers to turn the meticulous book report into so much useless drivel that still actually sounded like the boy had written it. He almost wished that he could be around to see the expression on the face of Lucifer's vessel when Sam got it back. A well-deserved D- should knock the boy down a few pegs for a day or two at least. And, to add insult to injury, he snapped his fingers again to give Sam nightmares about flunking courses and failing out of high school after he'd gotten this assignment back.
John, well John Winchester was a lot harder, Gabriel had to admit to that. Though it was tempting to mess with the man's meticulously kept journal, he knew that Dean also relied on the damn thing for his hunting and so he absolutely refused to take the risk of messing with it, no matter how slight or innocuous it might seem now. So, what did that leave which wouldn't immediately ping the supernatural radar of a seasoned hunter like John Winchester but would still be enough to satisfy his Trickster urges? It was surprisingly difficult to come up with something, the problem being that most things which came to mind would have some kind of knock on impact on Michael's vessel. He'd never really given much thought to this before, always just assuming that he made life easier for those around the arrogant jerks or self-righteous bastards that he chose to teach a valuable lesson or ten to. Then again, he normally wasn't as restricted as he was now with John Winchester, so what did that leave him with? Once he'd ruled out anything obviously supernatural to a hunter, anything which could be blamed on Dean or for which the boy might get caught in the fallout of, there just wasn't a whole lot left and he absolutely refused to do something clichéd. He was Loki after all, and had a level of style and a reputation to maintain even if no one else would ever even learn of this particular trick. A Trickster god had his self-respect to think about after all.
So what to do here? What to do?
Gabriel stood there, pondering his options as he observed John Winchester. What did the man hold dear other than his boys and his need for revenge? What did he pride himself in? His appearance? The man clearly had no sense of fashion beyond the functional, but that didn't mean that John didn't pride himself on his looks or his attraction to the opposite sex. The hunter might still wear his wedding ring on his finger as a connection to his dead wife, but Gabriel sincerely doubted that John was celibate. It had been a long time since Mary Winchester's death after all and her husband was only human, not to mention that hunting got the adrenaline flowing.
The lack of originality of the trick that came to him grated on Gabriel but he couldn't deny that this was one which met all of his other requirements. It wouldn't be viewed as supernatural, had nothing to do with Dean and was something which would never be brought up to the boy unless his lover happened to witness it in person as John would be far too embarrassed or busy nursing his wounded pride to even think of mentioning it to either of his two sons. Still, it smacked far too much of a jilted lover for his tastes (not that this fact wouldn't provide excellent cover for him in the slim instance that anyone were to catch onto what he'd done) and he tried to think of something else. A general misfortune spell was out as he knew how hunters made a living financially speaking and any trouble that John had bringing in cash would affect both of the boys as well, potentially even increasing the burden on Dean to go out and make up the difference.
So what else did that leave him with? Gabriel was getting so frustrated that it took him a few moments longer than normal to realize that John Winchester had either started to sense his presence or was just aware that he was being watched. Either way the hunter had tensed and was looking around the room warily. He had to give the man credit as he knew full well that his presence was fully masked, so it was John's instincts alone that were responsible for detecting that something wasn't quite right.
Not wanting to spook the man into leaving town right this very instant, Gabriel snapped his fingers and made it so that every woman that John Winchester tried to charm for the next few weeks would not only be repulsed by his advances, but would be willing to visibly show the man that was what they were feeling. And if he'd accidentally tweaked it so that a few of those women might even be affronted enough by the come on to slap John across the face, well, then it would merely be another indication that he really wasn't all that great at resisting temptation, no matter what form he came across it in.
/
By the time that Gabriel had run a few other errands and returned to his recently created motel and the lover he'd left asleep within it, dawn had already, well, dawned.
With the satisfaction of several jobs well done, Gabriel crawled back into the bed that he'd so reluctantly left earlier and settled himself into Dean Winchester's embrace. Even asleep the boy responded to him beautifully, shifting to practically plaster himself along his side and he couldn't help but feel smug at that. Damn but if he didn't want to keep this one. If he didn't already know precisely how it would all end, he'd allow himself to do more than merely spare a few seconds to fantasize about stealing Dean away and taking him to one of his many temples where he could ravish the boy as often as he wanted to.
It was such a wonderful mental image though and oh so tempting.
All it took, however, to douse the thought was the reminder that this was Michael and Lucifer that Gabriel was thinking of messing with here and no. Just no. There was absolutely, positively no way that he was getting involved in the middle of that. Even he was too smart to do something so utterly moronic. He'd seen his brothers go at each other often enough to know full well that not only was there just no getting between them, but short of Father, there was no one alive in all of Heaven, Hell, Earth or even Purgatory who could do so and survive.
So, yeah, Gabriel would just have to make do with what he had and, speaking of which, that included this morning if only for a few more short hours. Which raised the question of what he still wanted to do with the boy before he had to let Michael's vessel go. He ran a hand over Dean's chest, all soft skin and hard muscle without even an ounce of fat. Hmm, he definitely wanted to ride the boy again, feeling all of that coiled strength and human power thrusting beneath him to his rhythm despite the fact that his human body should technically be the weaker of the two.
But what about after that? Gabriel had enjoyed the way his lover had played with his breasts earlier so perhaps he should allow Dean to worship him a little more. Let the boy think that he was in control even as he subtly guided Dean to where he wanted his lover to go. He'd bet that Michael's vessel also knew exactly how to eat out a woman in such a way as to make it last. The boy did so love to please people after all.
Mm, all of that sounded excellent, but where to start? Perhaps he should backtrack a little to what he'd done last night given that the boy was still currently fast asleep. He wouldn't be getting another opportunity like this one, that was for sure.
With a thought, Gabriel had lubed a finger before he snapped a condom into existence straight onto the boy's cock. Partially releasing his hold over Dean's sleep, he reached down with one hand to fondle the already half hard sleep erection that Michael's vessel had while his other hand reached further back and gently circled Dean's entrance. The response was instantaneous with the boy moaning and beginning to thrust beneath him, first forwards into his fist and then back onto his finger as he slipped it carefully in past the lax ring of muscles. The welcoming heat and tightness that he felt there made the desire to fuck Dean flare to life within him and he moaned himself, cursing today's society for turning something as natural as homosexuality into a sin and twisting it into something that led submissives into thinking it emasculated them for wanting what they so naturally did.
As his lover slowly woke more fully, Gabriel reluctantly pulled his finger free from the boy's ass and he instead slithered his way up Dean's body, taking care to brush his breasts and hips along the length of the boy as he did so. He then moaned himself as he could feel the slick between his legs and his limited patience snapped just as his lover finally woke.
"Hmm, that you gorgeous?" Dean mumbled, moss green eyes already clouded with lust when the boy finally opened them.
"Good morning, big boy," Gabriel smiled, and sank down onto his throbbing cock.
A.N.:I'd like to say a big thank you to my wonderful beta and artist, this wouldn't be what it is without the both of you! Beyond that I hope everyone enjoyed it and, before you ask, there will be more. This is the first in a planned trilogy though the next fic in the series will be able to (mostly) stand on its own.