Fundamental Image (Entry Page)
Author: rei_c
Title: Fundamental Image
Pairing: Sam-centric. Sam/Jess, Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17, for sex, violence, and language
Word Count: 15,600
Summary: Sam’s always been a little more intense than people realise. Jess coaxes that side of Sam to the surface and after she’s gone, it’s impossible for Sam to go back to normal. Of course, when you throw in a renegade vaudun mambo, Louisiana heat, zombies, and Dean into the equation, normal’s entirely relative.
Warnings: S1 spoilers up to 1x15. Gratuitous use of zombies as a distraction plot device. Wincest. Run-on sentences. Twisting of Freytag’s Pyramid. Any and all errors relative to the vaudun practices spoken of herein are mine and mine alone.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the vague elements of spotty-plot, four hundred books, and one slightly demented cat.
Author’s Notes: Apart from two ~500-word drabbles, this is my first written piece of SPN fic. I never thought it would get to be this long, but I was encouraged by my trio of SPN-addicted friends: jellybean_slash, anael, and a_kindara. Blame them for getting me hooked on this show and in this fandom and for telling me to keep going when I said, ‘Guys? I hate you.’ Also, there are links in this story, for illumination or whatnot, feel free to follow them or ignore at your leisure. At some point in time, I intend on uploading the complete list of songs that composed the ‘Fire and Need’ mix, the only music I listened to when writing this. You can find the now-uploaded track listing here.
Shout-outs: To winterlive for the Hawksley Workman mention in the amazing J2 fic, By the Letter, which is the song that spawned the original idea for this. Also to eloise_bright for the absolutely perfect Where the Brave Dare Not Go, which infiltrated my mind so completely that I wrote ‘Dude, did you just Christo me?’ without even realising it. (And since changed it.)
Dean’s fingers dig into Sam’s hips like the loa dug into his mind, and some part of Sam is deeply pleased that fingerprints will turn into candy-coloured bruises later, tomorrow, marking him. So he kisses Dean again, hard, leaving bruises and cuts of his own, marking Dean’s lips, tasting Dean, pulling Dean’s tongue into his own mouth and sucking. Dean makes this noise, then, and turns his face away, fingers loosening their grip, and Sam leans closer and nuzzles the skin between his brother’s neck and chin and jaw. “Sammy,” Dean says, and so he licks the skin under his lips. The taste of salt-sweat and want, of dried blood and panic, of Dean fills Sam’s mouth and he thinks that the world will end, like this, unless he gets more. Even then, it might never be enough.
Linked to my journal
Title: Fundamental Image
Pairing: Sam-centric. Sam/Jess, Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17, for sex, violence, and language
Word Count: 15,600
Summary: Sam’s always been a little more intense than people realise. Jess coaxes that side of Sam to the surface and after she’s gone, it’s impossible for Sam to go back to normal. Of course, when you throw in a renegade vaudun mambo, Louisiana heat, zombies, and Dean into the equation, normal’s entirely relative.
Warnings: S1 spoilers up to 1x15. Gratuitous use of zombies as a distraction plot device. Wincest. Run-on sentences. Twisting of Freytag’s Pyramid. Any and all errors relative to the vaudun practices spoken of herein are mine and mine alone.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the vague elements of spotty-plot, four hundred books, and one slightly demented cat.
Author’s Notes: Apart from two ~500-word drabbles, this is my first written piece of SPN fic. I never thought it would get to be this long, but I was encouraged by my trio of SPN-addicted friends: jellybean_slash, anael, and a_kindara. Blame them for getting me hooked on this show and in this fandom and for telling me to keep going when I said, ‘Guys? I hate you.’ Also, there are links in this story, for illumination or whatnot, feel free to follow them or ignore at your leisure. At some point in time, I intend on uploading the complete list of songs that composed the ‘Fire and Need’ mix, the only music I listened to when writing this. You can find the now-uploaded track listing here.
Shout-outs: To winterlive for the Hawksley Workman mention in the amazing J2 fic, By the Letter, which is the song that spawned the original idea for this. Also to eloise_bright for the absolutely perfect Where the Brave Dare Not Go, which infiltrated my mind so completely that I wrote ‘Dude, did you just Christo me?’ without even realising it. (And since changed it.)
Dean’s fingers dig into Sam’s hips like the loa dug into his mind, and some part of Sam is deeply pleased that fingerprints will turn into candy-coloured bruises later, tomorrow, marking him. So he kisses Dean again, hard, leaving bruises and cuts of his own, marking Dean’s lips, tasting Dean, pulling Dean’s tongue into his own mouth and sucking. Dean makes this noise, then, and turns his face away, fingers loosening their grip, and Sam leans closer and nuzzles the skin between his brother’s neck and chin and jaw. “Sammy,” Dean says, and so he licks the skin under his lips. The taste of salt-sweat and want, of dried blood and panic, of Dean fills Sam’s mouth and he thinks that the world will end, like this, unless he gets more. Even then, it might never be enough.
Linked to my journal