Poison Devil (11/12)
Title: Poison Devil (11/12)
Author: scyllaya
Pairings/Characters: Gabriel/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: cursing, graphic sexual content, description of severely violent acts (on and off screen)
Spoilers: Vague S6 maybe, nothing specific. And know who Gabriel is.
Word Count: ~ 3000 (this chapter)
Summary: Gabriel does what he wants, like always. But this time his main focus and agenda is Dean.
Disclaimer: All names and characters in this story belong to CW/WB and Mr.Kripke. I’m playing, not stealing! If you sue me a fairy will die.
Author’s Note: I was prompted by otp_destiel during my “ Numinous verse” to write this, but my main inspiration was the lyrics of A Perfect Circle's "Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the ward rums". The theme-song of this fic: [ Lyrics + Song]
Title is from the above mentioned amazing song!
<< Previous Chapter
Chapter Eleven
Then
Oh Dean was not fucking ready for this. He thought he was but he was wrong. Gabriel was enjoying his work, but Dean fled to the bedroom when the kitchen and living room of the pretty suburban home got painted red, the screams slowly turned into silence and Dean just breathed with his eyes closed until it was over. He was ready to admit that the idea was funny, he almost chuckled when the toys that came to life started chirping the “Happy Tree Friends” theme song but he was over his limit. He heard as the door opened.
‘Wasn’t this a bit of an overkill?’ Dean asked as he opened his eyes. Gabriel was leaning to the doorframe.
‘I’m an extremes kinda guy’ the angel answered with a smile.
‘What did they do anyway?’ Dean asked, because even if Gabriel could be easily ticked off when questioned he was in a more “human” mood and he had a higher tolerance then so Dean always used it to get answers.
‘You managed to run to the right place to figure that out’ Gabriel told him. ‘You might want to take a closer look around here.’ Dean frowned but turned his attention towards the room. Just like the living room it was full of plush toys, which was weird for a married couple with no kids. There was a huge bed, two armchairs, a fireplace, two closets and the bathroom door.
‘What am I supposed to see?’ he asked.
‘Try to be a bit more observant’ Gabriel told him. So Dean pushed himself off the wall and started walking around the room. Tiny things caught his attention one after the other. Circle marks on the wooden headboard like something bit into the wood… handcuffs? That wouldn’t have been his first guess normally, but Gabriel chose his victims carefully so there had to be something about the couple he couldn’t see right away. There was a hand camera on one of the shelves. He looked around again then walked to the closet. He opened the first one, and hello, some other type of “toys”. Dean started to have a very bad feeling about the place; he searched the closet and found a shoebox with labeled DVDs in it. Gabriel was silent, he waited for Dean to put the picture together. Dean closed the closet-door and went to the other one. And his blood ran cold at sight of tiny children costumes hanged up in it, princess dress, cowboy costume… fuck, fuck, fuck! He pushed them aside to see if there was anything else in there, but his hand stopped when it reached white thick plastic bags. His jaw clenched and his pulse beat furiously.
‘How many?’ he asked, squeezing the words out, because fuck there were too many discs in that shoebox.
‘Does it really matter?’ Gabriel asked.
‘I want to know!’ Dean snapped.
‘Eight women, five kids’ the angel supplied. Dean was gripping the closet door so tightly that his fingers were turning white.
‘I was wrong’ Dean said. ‘You clearly showed too much restraint.’
‘I could always bring them back and kill them again’ Gabriel offered.
‘Do it’ Dean replied as he pushed himself away from the closet and turned around heading back to the living room. ‘Do it’ he said is again as he walked out, his blood was burning with the sheer want to destroy. By the time he reached the living room the couple was already standing there confused, but dread on their faces when they noticed Dean and Gabriel behind him. Dean didn’t even stop his movement as he walked up and punched the guy in the face.
‘You sick fuck’ he spat as he hit him again. He heard that the wife shrieked, but there was a loud thud with the sound of cracking bones and she fell silent. Dean didn’t pay attention to her just hit the guy again and this time he could hear a crack in his jaw as his head slammed to the wall. Dean knew the feeling pouring out, surfacing in him, pure rage and sheer satisfaction at every new gash on that fucking face, every cracked rib and every cry of agony.
‘Please…’ the guy managed to moan out after a while, his lips not moving properly, his face a bloody mess, few teeth missing, his nose broken and blood dripping out of his nose and mouth.
‘Did they beg you too? Did they cry and begged for their freedom, begged you to stop?’ he asked, because no way in Hell the filthy bastard just tried to beg Dean for his sorry life. So Dean hit him again, and again and again. He only stopped when he didn’t move or breath anymore and he stepped back to let the body fall to the bloodied carpet, he took a few deep breaths then turned around and walked to the kitchen to throw up in the sink, emptying the entire content of his stomach.
He was so not fucking ready for this.
‘You okay?’ Gabriel asked as his fingers stroked the back of his neck and his hair soothingly.
‘I just beat someone to death, no I’m pretty far from okay Gabriel’ Dean answered. He opened the tap to wash the foul taste out of his mouth with water, his body shook with adrenaline and tension.
‘It was justified’ Gabriel said. Dean turned and leaned to the counter.
‘Right, because they were murderous psychopaths and we’re the good guys’ Dean said.
‘No we’re not’ Gabriel told him and that made Dean look up at him in confusion. ‘We’re the lesser evil. I don’t want you to have any illusions about that.’ Dean huffed out a tired laugh as he shook his head.
‘Yeah that feels about right’ he admitted.
‘But still, in general humans are better off with you and me than Mr. and Mrs. Psycho’ Gabriel told him while he gestured towards the living room with his head. Dean just nodded, it didn’t make him feel better actually, but it was true. ‘Even if I would not want you to kill everyone with your bare hands’ Gabriel said as he reached out and touched Dean on the chest, the blood vanishing from his knuckles, face and clothes. ‘We are supposed to be doing things the trickster way, not the demon way.’ Dean looked up at him sharply.
‘Wow, you actually managed to make me feel even shittier’ he told him, because the demon comment was under the belt.
‘I’m not going to sugarcoat the truth’ Gabriel said sternly. ‘You have to face things before they become an issue and you need someone to smack you in the head with it to do that’ he put a hint of a smile at the end of that sentence. ‘If you don’t learn to do this right it’s going to drive you mad’ the angel continued in a serious tone as he caught Dean’s eyes with his own amber gaze. ‘And I already called dips on being the insane one in this relationship’ he added in a lighter tone, and that made Dean huff out an honest laugh.
‘Okay, I guess I just… they won’t harm anyone else, no more innocents dying because of them’ and that was good, if he focused on that he could handle this, not that much different from hunting.
‘If that makes it better for you’ Gabriel shrugged.
‘Of course it does, this way I know why I’m doing this’ Dean told him.
‘I don’t think that actually matters’ the angel said. ‘Since it doesn’t make a difference in the end.’
‘Maybe, but it’s not just what you do, but why you do it. It’s important’ Dean argued.
‘Okay’ Gabriel said in a tone that told Dean that he was about to get lectured again. ‘Intentions. Here I am killing some scum for my own entertainment, doing something good for bad reasons. And I do think it is much better than someone doing something bad for good reasons. And I’d like to remind you of your little brother sucking demon blood to stop Lilith or my dear brothers wanting to kill a few billions of people for Paradise on Earth. So which one actually matters in the end? What we do or why we do it?’
Dean looked at him angrily for a few seconds. ‘Fine’ he groaned. ‘I hate arguing with you’ he added. Gabriel chuckled. ‘Let’s get the hell out of here, I feel sick just being here.’
‘Hey, you’re the one who said “Let’s kill some monsters” so I’m just respecting your wishes’ Gabriel said.
‘Yeah, but I meant actual monsters’ Dean said.
‘Oh yeah?’ Gabriel arched an eyebrow. ‘And what would you call these two? Humans?’ he asked.
‘You got a point’ Dean admitted and he reached out a hand so Gabriel could zap them away.
xxx
‘Noo… please… I’m… I’m just sick… I’m sick… you have to hand me over to the police… I need medical help… I didn’t want to do this… I need help… No… please… please…’
‘Oh for fuck’s sake Gabriel! Can I just shoot him? He’s driving me crazy!’
‘Now where’s the fun in that?’
‘He’s annoying me, I’m not having fun.’
‘Fine, suit yourself.’
*click*
‘No please! Please! Don’t… ple--’
*BAMM*
xxx
There were literally tears in his eyes and he couldn’t breathe, he was doubled over and laughing so hard he didn’t laugh in years or in his entire life. It was also sure that he won’t ever be able to look at Chihuahua again without bursting into laughter, but then again maybe it was all just the context.
He was trying to catch his breath and wipe the tears out of his eyes when Gabriel zapped back up to where Dean was watching how things played out from. He had a pleased smirk on his face and it was totally justified.
‘You’re the best’ Dean told him while still chuckling.
‘Thank you.’
‘No seriously, fucking brilliant’ Dean said as he walked closer to wrap his arms around his shoulder and kiss him. ‘I’m such an amateur’ he said after they parted.
‘Don’t say that Precious’ Gabriel said as he draped one of his arms around Dean’s waist. ‘You just need to find your own style.’
‘And get angel powers too from somewhere?’ he asked skeptically, because he was only human so he was way too limited.
‘You can substitute that with some creativity’ Gabriel told him. ‘Besides, I’m more than happy to be your wingman’ he grinned. Dean thought about it for a few moments then a smile appeared on his face.
‘Did you see the Saw movies?’ he asked and Gabriel smirked.
xxx
‘You’re insatiable’ Gabriel groaned, Dean pressed his face into the hardness in his jeans as he knelt in front of him, enjoying the feel of Gabriel’s arousal. He could turn on the angel in no time and he loved doing it. The douchebag they came for was already taken care of so the office was empty at the middle of the night.
‘Yes I am’ Dean answered as he mouthed at the bulge before opening the slacks, practically tearing it open to free the angel’s erection.
‘Aren’t we supposed to celebrate your first successful solo now?’ Gabriel asked as Dean started licking on his dick.
‘I am celebrating’ Dean grinned up at him while mouthing at the hard shaft. Gabriel laughed as he leaned his head back to the wall.
‘Oh be my guest then, don’t miss any part’ Dean chuckled as he dragged down Gabriel’s jeans a little to have more space. He then licked at his balls, sucking gently one into his mouth then the other, making them completely wet. ‘That’s it’ moaned the angel twisting his fingers into Dean’s hair. He never cut it completely short since Gabriel liked grabbing it to guide his head or hold him in place and Dean loved it when he did it. He knew now too what it meant so he licked slowly at the underside before wrapping his lips around the thick flesh to suck him into his mouth. He liked teasing Gabriel until he got fed up with Dean playing around and simply fucked his mouth, because there was something beyond hot about the archangel when he was on the verge of losing control completely. But this time he was hungry for feeling his cock in his mouth and he wanted to drag it out as long as he could. When Gabriel wanted he could stay hard for hours, controlling his human vessel like no human could control a body, and Dean knew from his light and cheerful mood that he will indulge Dean and let him fool around all he wanted.
Dean loved it when he could do that. He could lick and suck and stroke him as much as he wanted and fuck he always wanted that, he definitely developed a pretty serious oral fixation he didn’t mind one bit. But Gabriel loved his mouth and Dean loved using his mouth on him. And the best was that no matter how long he wanted to do it Gabriel could always still fuck him thoroughly right after. He waited until Gabriel got completely hard before he went down on him completely, relaxing his throat so he could take his entire length. Gabriel groaned loudly when Dean’s lips reached the hilt and Dean managed to smile as he pulled off again slowly, sucking on him the entire way.
Dean grabbed Gabriel’s hips, not to hold him in place but to keep his hands away from his own hardness in his jeans. Gabriel definitely liked getting him off so Dean never touched himself while giving head, and not even when Gabriel was buried in him deeply, fucking him fast and hard or tortuously slowly, he only did it when he the angel wanted to watch him do it.
They had the same taste in sex in every way. Dean was over his mind with how strong Gabriel was. That was what drew him to men in the first place all his life, something hard and strong, not the soft delicate body of a woman, but someone who could bend him over and pin him down. And Gabriel could, he could manhandle him like he weighted nothing, could tie him down with his power or just hold him still with a hand and do what he pleased and what Dean craved from him, making him beg for his cock mindlessly. He never got close enough to a man to have all of that before, now he did and he was addicted to him, but he knew that Gabriel could not have enough of him either. His possessive touches and hungry looks showed it clearly.
‘Dean’ Gabriel called. ‘Get up’ and his tone sent a shiver down Dean’s spine because he knew it well now. He let Gabriel’s dick slip from his mouth and pulled himself up to his feet. His face was pulled closer and he was kissed hard. ‘My turn’ Gabriel growled into his mouth and Dean just grinned at him challengingly. And he knew what it would lead to, but he would love every ache in his body and every bruise on his skin and walking was overrated anyways.
xxx
‘Do you love me Precious? Love me the way I love you, wholly and absolutely? Am I your world like you are mine? Are you mine now like I am yours? Will you belong to me forever?’
‘Yes.’
‘Good.’
xxx
‘I’m gonna get your car back, I know you love it’ Gabriel said out of the blue, and Dean blinked up at him in confusion. Normally he was good at following the shifts in the archangel, but he still managed to be surprised sometimes. He’s been all angelic and cold for days, his entire being radiating good old (Testament) doom and gloom smite-happy archangel. It was probably fucking scary to anyone who was not Dean, but he thought it was really hot even if there was no playful fooling around if he made a move on him when he was like that, it was still pretty awesome.
Then they stumbled upon some scum just waiting to be taken care of and his angelic behavior morphed into his violent trickster one in a heart-beat, like a predator reacting when smelling blood. His wicked humor surfaced, just like his barely controlled impulses and outbursts. He almost constantly wore one if his more cruel smiles and there was a reason why Dean always thought that he was the most dangerous while being like that - again for everyone who was not Dean of course - because he was absolutely unpredictable. He was a lot kinkier in bed too when he was in this sort of mood which was something Dean loved, even if it was mighty unfair of Gabriel to pluck memories out of his mind, especially ones about pink panties.
Now Dean looked up at him and smiled. Leaned closer and put a kiss on his lips, because that was always the first thing he did when Gabriel slipped back into his norm, he expected another few days of deadly games and kinky nights with his trickster, but seemed like the angel managed to clear his head sooner than usual.
‘Sam has my car’ Dean told him after the kiss ended and he went back to making the knots on the ropes he would need later.
‘I know’ Gabriel said and he just smiled when Dean raised an eyebrow. Dean huffed out a laugh and shook his head. He really couldn’t follow him sometimes, but he was busy with prepping his new game so he was distracted.
‘You know what?’ he stopped after a few moments. ‘You’re right, I do miss my car’ he said, because it finally reached his mind what Gabriel meant. ‘Bring it’ he said, Gabriel’s smile was a lot more meaningful after that and he disappeared in a flutter of wings in the next second. ‘Oh this is gonna be fun’ Dean chuckled.
Chapter Twelve >>>
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AN: I will start writing the last chapter, but like I said before maybe I miscounted the content and it will be two-chapters instead of one. So maybe there will be an extra 13th chapter, I don't know yet.
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Author: scyllaya
Pairings/Characters: Gabriel/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: cursing, graphic sexual content, description of severely violent acts (on and off screen)
Spoilers: Vague S6 maybe, nothing specific. And know who Gabriel is.
Word Count: ~ 3000 (this chapter)
Summary: Gabriel does what he wants, like always. But this time his main focus and agenda is Dean.
Disclaimer: All names and characters in this story belong to CW/WB and Mr.Kripke. I’m playing, not stealing! If you sue me a fairy will die.
Author’s Note: I was prompted by otp_destiel during my “ Numinous verse” to write this, but my main inspiration was the lyrics of A Perfect Circle's "Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the ward rums". The theme-song of this fic: [ Lyrics + Song]
Title is from the above mentioned amazing song!
<< Previous Chapter
Chapter Eleven
Then
Oh Dean was not fucking ready for this. He thought he was but he was wrong. Gabriel was enjoying his work, but Dean fled to the bedroom when the kitchen and living room of the pretty suburban home got painted red, the screams slowly turned into silence and Dean just breathed with his eyes closed until it was over. He was ready to admit that the idea was funny, he almost chuckled when the toys that came to life started chirping the “Happy Tree Friends” theme song but he was over his limit. He heard as the door opened.
‘Wasn’t this a bit of an overkill?’ Dean asked as he opened his eyes. Gabriel was leaning to the doorframe.
‘I’m an extremes kinda guy’ the angel answered with a smile.
‘What did they do anyway?’ Dean asked, because even if Gabriel could be easily ticked off when questioned he was in a more “human” mood and he had a higher tolerance then so Dean always used it to get answers.
‘You managed to run to the right place to figure that out’ Gabriel told him. ‘You might want to take a closer look around here.’ Dean frowned but turned his attention towards the room. Just like the living room it was full of plush toys, which was weird for a married couple with no kids. There was a huge bed, two armchairs, a fireplace, two closets and the bathroom door.
‘What am I supposed to see?’ he asked.
‘Try to be a bit more observant’ Gabriel told him. So Dean pushed himself off the wall and started walking around the room. Tiny things caught his attention one after the other. Circle marks on the wooden headboard like something bit into the wood… handcuffs? That wouldn’t have been his first guess normally, but Gabriel chose his victims carefully so there had to be something about the couple he couldn’t see right away. There was a hand camera on one of the shelves. He looked around again then walked to the closet. He opened the first one, and hello, some other type of “toys”. Dean started to have a very bad feeling about the place; he searched the closet and found a shoebox with labeled DVDs in it. Gabriel was silent, he waited for Dean to put the picture together. Dean closed the closet-door and went to the other one. And his blood ran cold at sight of tiny children costumes hanged up in it, princess dress, cowboy costume… fuck, fuck, fuck! He pushed them aside to see if there was anything else in there, but his hand stopped when it reached white thick plastic bags. His jaw clenched and his pulse beat furiously.
‘How many?’ he asked, squeezing the words out, because fuck there were too many discs in that shoebox.
‘Does it really matter?’ Gabriel asked.
‘I want to know!’ Dean snapped.
‘Eight women, five kids’ the angel supplied. Dean was gripping the closet door so tightly that his fingers were turning white.
‘I was wrong’ Dean said. ‘You clearly showed too much restraint.’
‘I could always bring them back and kill them again’ Gabriel offered.
‘Do it’ Dean replied as he pushed himself away from the closet and turned around heading back to the living room. ‘Do it’ he said is again as he walked out, his blood was burning with the sheer want to destroy. By the time he reached the living room the couple was already standing there confused, but dread on their faces when they noticed Dean and Gabriel behind him. Dean didn’t even stop his movement as he walked up and punched the guy in the face.
‘You sick fuck’ he spat as he hit him again. He heard that the wife shrieked, but there was a loud thud with the sound of cracking bones and she fell silent. Dean didn’t pay attention to her just hit the guy again and this time he could hear a crack in his jaw as his head slammed to the wall. Dean knew the feeling pouring out, surfacing in him, pure rage and sheer satisfaction at every new gash on that fucking face, every cracked rib and every cry of agony.
‘Please…’ the guy managed to moan out after a while, his lips not moving properly, his face a bloody mess, few teeth missing, his nose broken and blood dripping out of his nose and mouth.
‘Did they beg you too? Did they cry and begged for their freedom, begged you to stop?’ he asked, because no way in Hell the filthy bastard just tried to beg Dean for his sorry life. So Dean hit him again, and again and again. He only stopped when he didn’t move or breath anymore and he stepped back to let the body fall to the bloodied carpet, he took a few deep breaths then turned around and walked to the kitchen to throw up in the sink, emptying the entire content of his stomach.
He was so not fucking ready for this.
‘You okay?’ Gabriel asked as his fingers stroked the back of his neck and his hair soothingly.
‘I just beat someone to death, no I’m pretty far from okay Gabriel’ Dean answered. He opened the tap to wash the foul taste out of his mouth with water, his body shook with adrenaline and tension.
‘It was justified’ Gabriel said. Dean turned and leaned to the counter.
‘Right, because they were murderous psychopaths and we’re the good guys’ Dean said.
‘No we’re not’ Gabriel told him and that made Dean look up at him in confusion. ‘We’re the lesser evil. I don’t want you to have any illusions about that.’ Dean huffed out a tired laugh as he shook his head.
‘Yeah that feels about right’ he admitted.
‘But still, in general humans are better off with you and me than Mr. and Mrs. Psycho’ Gabriel told him while he gestured towards the living room with his head. Dean just nodded, it didn’t make him feel better actually, but it was true. ‘Even if I would not want you to kill everyone with your bare hands’ Gabriel said as he reached out and touched Dean on the chest, the blood vanishing from his knuckles, face and clothes. ‘We are supposed to be doing things the trickster way, not the demon way.’ Dean looked up at him sharply.
‘Wow, you actually managed to make me feel even shittier’ he told him, because the demon comment was under the belt.
‘I’m not going to sugarcoat the truth’ Gabriel said sternly. ‘You have to face things before they become an issue and you need someone to smack you in the head with it to do that’ he put a hint of a smile at the end of that sentence. ‘If you don’t learn to do this right it’s going to drive you mad’ the angel continued in a serious tone as he caught Dean’s eyes with his own amber gaze. ‘And I already called dips on being the insane one in this relationship’ he added in a lighter tone, and that made Dean huff out an honest laugh.
‘Okay, I guess I just… they won’t harm anyone else, no more innocents dying because of them’ and that was good, if he focused on that he could handle this, not that much different from hunting.
‘If that makes it better for you’ Gabriel shrugged.
‘Of course it does, this way I know why I’m doing this’ Dean told him.
‘I don’t think that actually matters’ the angel said. ‘Since it doesn’t make a difference in the end.’
‘Maybe, but it’s not just what you do, but why you do it. It’s important’ Dean argued.
‘Okay’ Gabriel said in a tone that told Dean that he was about to get lectured again. ‘Intentions. Here I am killing some scum for my own entertainment, doing something good for bad reasons. And I do think it is much better than someone doing something bad for good reasons. And I’d like to remind you of your little brother sucking demon blood to stop Lilith or my dear brothers wanting to kill a few billions of people for Paradise on Earth. So which one actually matters in the end? What we do or why we do it?’
Dean looked at him angrily for a few seconds. ‘Fine’ he groaned. ‘I hate arguing with you’ he added. Gabriel chuckled. ‘Let’s get the hell out of here, I feel sick just being here.’
‘Hey, you’re the one who said “Let’s kill some monsters” so I’m just respecting your wishes’ Gabriel said.
‘Yeah, but I meant actual monsters’ Dean said.
‘Oh yeah?’ Gabriel arched an eyebrow. ‘And what would you call these two? Humans?’ he asked.
‘You got a point’ Dean admitted and he reached out a hand so Gabriel could zap them away.
xxx
‘Noo… please… I’m… I’m just sick… I’m sick… you have to hand me over to the police… I need medical help… I didn’t want to do this… I need help… No… please… please…’
‘Oh for fuck’s sake Gabriel! Can I just shoot him? He’s driving me crazy!’
‘Now where’s the fun in that?’
‘He’s annoying me, I’m not having fun.’
‘Fine, suit yourself.’
*click*
‘No please! Please! Don’t… ple--’
*BAMM*
xxx
There were literally tears in his eyes and he couldn’t breathe, he was doubled over and laughing so hard he didn’t laugh in years or in his entire life. It was also sure that he won’t ever be able to look at Chihuahua again without bursting into laughter, but then again maybe it was all just the context.
He was trying to catch his breath and wipe the tears out of his eyes when Gabriel zapped back up to where Dean was watching how things played out from. He had a pleased smirk on his face and it was totally justified.
‘You’re the best’ Dean told him while still chuckling.
‘Thank you.’
‘No seriously, fucking brilliant’ Dean said as he walked closer to wrap his arms around his shoulder and kiss him. ‘I’m such an amateur’ he said after they parted.
‘Don’t say that Precious’ Gabriel said as he draped one of his arms around Dean’s waist. ‘You just need to find your own style.’
‘And get angel powers too from somewhere?’ he asked skeptically, because he was only human so he was way too limited.
‘You can substitute that with some creativity’ Gabriel told him. ‘Besides, I’m more than happy to be your wingman’ he grinned. Dean thought about it for a few moments then a smile appeared on his face.
‘Did you see the Saw movies?’ he asked and Gabriel smirked.
xxx
‘You’re insatiable’ Gabriel groaned, Dean pressed his face into the hardness in his jeans as he knelt in front of him, enjoying the feel of Gabriel’s arousal. He could turn on the angel in no time and he loved doing it. The douchebag they came for was already taken care of so the office was empty at the middle of the night.
‘Yes I am’ Dean answered as he mouthed at the bulge before opening the slacks, practically tearing it open to free the angel’s erection.
‘Aren’t we supposed to celebrate your first successful solo now?’ Gabriel asked as Dean started licking on his dick.
‘I am celebrating’ Dean grinned up at him while mouthing at the hard shaft. Gabriel laughed as he leaned his head back to the wall.
‘Oh be my guest then, don’t miss any part’ Dean chuckled as he dragged down Gabriel’s jeans a little to have more space. He then licked at his balls, sucking gently one into his mouth then the other, making them completely wet. ‘That’s it’ moaned the angel twisting his fingers into Dean’s hair. He never cut it completely short since Gabriel liked grabbing it to guide his head or hold him in place and Dean loved it when he did it. He knew now too what it meant so he licked slowly at the underside before wrapping his lips around the thick flesh to suck him into his mouth. He liked teasing Gabriel until he got fed up with Dean playing around and simply fucked his mouth, because there was something beyond hot about the archangel when he was on the verge of losing control completely. But this time he was hungry for feeling his cock in his mouth and he wanted to drag it out as long as he could. When Gabriel wanted he could stay hard for hours, controlling his human vessel like no human could control a body, and Dean knew from his light and cheerful mood that he will indulge Dean and let him fool around all he wanted.
Dean loved it when he could do that. He could lick and suck and stroke him as much as he wanted and fuck he always wanted that, he definitely developed a pretty serious oral fixation he didn’t mind one bit. But Gabriel loved his mouth and Dean loved using his mouth on him. And the best was that no matter how long he wanted to do it Gabriel could always still fuck him thoroughly right after. He waited until Gabriel got completely hard before he went down on him completely, relaxing his throat so he could take his entire length. Gabriel groaned loudly when Dean’s lips reached the hilt and Dean managed to smile as he pulled off again slowly, sucking on him the entire way.
Dean grabbed Gabriel’s hips, not to hold him in place but to keep his hands away from his own hardness in his jeans. Gabriel definitely liked getting him off so Dean never touched himself while giving head, and not even when Gabriel was buried in him deeply, fucking him fast and hard or tortuously slowly, he only did it when he the angel wanted to watch him do it.
They had the same taste in sex in every way. Dean was over his mind with how strong Gabriel was. That was what drew him to men in the first place all his life, something hard and strong, not the soft delicate body of a woman, but someone who could bend him over and pin him down. And Gabriel could, he could manhandle him like he weighted nothing, could tie him down with his power or just hold him still with a hand and do what he pleased and what Dean craved from him, making him beg for his cock mindlessly. He never got close enough to a man to have all of that before, now he did and he was addicted to him, but he knew that Gabriel could not have enough of him either. His possessive touches and hungry looks showed it clearly.
‘Dean’ Gabriel called. ‘Get up’ and his tone sent a shiver down Dean’s spine because he knew it well now. He let Gabriel’s dick slip from his mouth and pulled himself up to his feet. His face was pulled closer and he was kissed hard. ‘My turn’ Gabriel growled into his mouth and Dean just grinned at him challengingly. And he knew what it would lead to, but he would love every ache in his body and every bruise on his skin and walking was overrated anyways.
xxx
‘Do you love me Precious? Love me the way I love you, wholly and absolutely? Am I your world like you are mine? Are you mine now like I am yours? Will you belong to me forever?’
‘Yes.’
‘Good.’
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‘I’m gonna get your car back, I know you love it’ Gabriel said out of the blue, and Dean blinked up at him in confusion. Normally he was good at following the shifts in the archangel, but he still managed to be surprised sometimes. He’s been all angelic and cold for days, his entire being radiating good old (Testament) doom and gloom smite-happy archangel. It was probably fucking scary to anyone who was not Dean, but he thought it was really hot even if there was no playful fooling around if he made a move on him when he was like that, it was still pretty awesome.
Then they stumbled upon some scum just waiting to be taken care of and his angelic behavior morphed into his violent trickster one in a heart-beat, like a predator reacting when smelling blood. His wicked humor surfaced, just like his barely controlled impulses and outbursts. He almost constantly wore one if his more cruel smiles and there was a reason why Dean always thought that he was the most dangerous while being like that - again for everyone who was not Dean of course - because he was absolutely unpredictable. He was a lot kinkier in bed too when he was in this sort of mood which was something Dean loved, even if it was mighty unfair of Gabriel to pluck memories out of his mind, especially ones about pink panties.
Now Dean looked up at him and smiled. Leaned closer and put a kiss on his lips, because that was always the first thing he did when Gabriel slipped back into his norm, he expected another few days of deadly games and kinky nights with his trickster, but seemed like the angel managed to clear his head sooner than usual.
‘Sam has my car’ Dean told him after the kiss ended and he went back to making the knots on the ropes he would need later.
‘I know’ Gabriel said and he just smiled when Dean raised an eyebrow. Dean huffed out a laugh and shook his head. He really couldn’t follow him sometimes, but he was busy with prepping his new game so he was distracted.
‘You know what?’ he stopped after a few moments. ‘You’re right, I do miss my car’ he said, because it finally reached his mind what Gabriel meant. ‘Bring it’ he said, Gabriel’s smile was a lot more meaningful after that and he disappeared in a flutter of wings in the next second. ‘Oh this is gonna be fun’ Dean chuckled.
Chapter Twelve >>>
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AN: I will start writing the last chapter, but like I said before maybe I miscounted the content and it will be two-chapters instead of one. So maybe there will be an extra 13th chapter, I don't know yet.
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