[fic] eboniorchid: Evil!Sammy Universe
[ Themed: evil!Sam ]
Title: Evil!Sammy Universe
Writer: eboniorchid
Status of work: WIP
Characters and/or pairings: evil!Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read]Angst! Dark! Future. Apocalypse. Slash. Wincest. Manipulation. Dubious-Con. Graphic m/m sex. Kink. Smut. Violence.Torture, needle play, knife play, blood, bondage. Read each chapters warnings carefully
Length: 200k +
Summary: Dean's POV. After the Day of Fire, Dean learns his new place in society and in Sam's life
Reccer's notes: When I first discovered LJ I went on a major evil!Sam/Dean bender. This was one of the first epic verses I found. This is dark!fic, mind manipulation and horror at it's finest. I find the writing in this shockingly smart. The concept of Dean walled up in a hotel room at Sam's mercy should be boring, but somehow it isn't. It's riveting and scary and so well written it's kind of blows my mind. It's a WIP and eboniorchid hasn't done any substantial updates in the last few years, but I am hopeful it will one day be finished. In spite of that, each story is a complete read on it's own and well worth the read. Not for the faint of heart, this is a dark, disturbing journey as we watch Dean slowly broken by his brother. In classic SPN style though, somehow Dean finds a tiny loophole, and there is real hope, in Dean's heart at least that he can save his brother. I'm rooting for him too.
[Short excerpt]Dean's naked back pressed against the wall and his cock, in Sam's hand, pulsed with the heat of his blood as Sam toyed with him. Sam's other hand rested on the wall beside Dean's head, propping him up and boxing Dean in.
"I can't do this. Not like this. You know if you'd ask … you always could get me to try anything, Sam."
Dean tried to smile and half-laugh, as if the man in front of him was still the Sam he'd dared to drink gunk from a haunted cellar. But this Sam's eyes never hinted that he even remembered times they'd had that were good enough to make him grin wide like Sammy used to do.
"But I won't do it like that, be with you like that, like I'm not really a person or something." His brow furrowed. "I won't do it, Sam. I won't."
The lack of any real reaction in Sam's face made Dean turn away from those empty eyes, his jaw set, staring numbly toward the corner. His breath hitched when Sam thumbed over the head of his cock and massaged his sensitive slit.
"You don't really have a choice, Dean."