Dynamic Equilibrium - Part Four
4.
For the third morning in a row, Dean feels a feather-light kiss on his forehead and hears the whispered words ‘have a nice day, beautiful’, before Gabriel slips from the bedroom. Like every morning since his bizarre new life started, Dean lies awake and listens until he hears Gabriel’s car pull away and then he rolls over and goes back to sleep.
He drags himself out of bed at ten o’clock and showers. He considers jerking off, but just like the previous two mornings, he doesn’t, for reasons he can’t adequately explain-it’s not like Gabriel will even know (except for how Dean thinks he might somehow be able to just look at him and tell).
Towelled dry and dressed in jeans, a tee-shirt and a plaid over-shirt, he pads downstairs with bare feet and wet hair and starts up the coffee maker.
Gabriel came home from work on Wednesday with a heap of GED study booklets. Dean flicked through most of them yesterday and thinks he could probably get a good score right now on every test except Social Studies. He might have to study for a week before attempting that one.
Which takes care of Week One at Casa Gabriel. What the Hell is he going to do for the remaining fifty-one weeks? He’s already flat out told his Guardian Dom-Dean pulls a face-that if he thinks he’s gotten himself some meek little housesub, who’s going to spend his days cooking and cleaning, then he’d better think again.
Dean fries himself some bacon and eggs to have with his coffee. He cleans up after himself and pulls another face when he realizes that he’s barefoot in the kitchen-thank the Goddess male Subs can’t get pregnant.
Gabriel has a decent CD collection, which Dean discovered yesterday when he was diligently inspecting the house in very thorough detail. He puts on Credence Clearwater Revival’s Greatest Hits and then wanders into Gabriel’s office and fires up the PC. There’s an email from Sam. Sam is working on some major thesis that has something to do with workplace discrimination legislation. He’s still interviewing at various law schools, but no matter where he gets in, it’s not going to change the topic of his dissertation. Sam did pre-law at Stanford and is quietly confident that they’ll offer him a full ride to law school. If that’s where he ends up, he has already spoken to the head of the SRA, Dr Milton, who has agreed to be his primary thesis advisor. Sam wants to use Dean as some kind of case study and has promised that Dean will remain anonymous, although really, it’s probably not going to be hard to figure out who he is. Also, Dean still hasn’t decided how much of the fucked up shit that’s happened to him in the last eight years he wants Sammy to know about.
The first questionnaire that Sammy has sent is pretty straight forward.
Question One: Describe your job in detail. Please reference any ways in which legislation around your dynamic impacts on your job.
I am a Hunter. It’s what I was raised to be, and all I’ve ever wanted to do. But the Hunter’s Guild doesn’t allow Subs as members and it’s currently not illegal for them to discriminate on the basis of dynamic, so when I presented as a Sub, it kind of ripped that dream away from me. I’ve been Hunting unlicensed since the age of eighteen, which is illegal. Hunting involves finding cases where supernatural entities are causing problems for humans or having them referred to you, researching them and then dealing with them. This may involve helping a spirit towards the white light, or salting and burning their bones if they’re too angry to move on. It may involve exorcising a demon, or destroying a cursed object, or killing a semi-sentient creature. If I was a member of the Hunter’s Guild I could capture supernatural creatures and take them for incarceration at the Compound, but because I’m not licensed, I have no choice but to kill any creatures I find hurting humans.
Question Two: Describe a specific incident where the biology of your dynamic impacted your job.
I was Hunting an incubus recently. It was a particular subtype that had adapted to feed off Subs specifically. The pheromones it released at me and the Zero in my system clashed somehow and I had a really bad reaction. I still got the job done and ganked the incubus, but then I keeled over. I came to in a DoD cell and the whole ‘passing as a Dom and Hunting’ gig was kind of up.
Question Three: Describe a specific incident where the biology of a person who is in the same job as you, but who is the opposite dynamic to you, impacted on their job.
Dean has just started to write about a Hunt Bobby had told him about where an angry spirit was possessing Doms and making them kill Same-dynamic oriented couples when the doorbell rings. Dean cocks his head and wonders whether or not he should answer. Gabriel didn’t leave him any specific instructions on what he should do if someone came to the door. Whoever it is leans on the button and the bell rings and rings and rings and fuck that, it’s too annoying to ignore.
When Dean throws the door open there’s a Dom standing on the doorstep. She’s old enough to be his mother and her head-to-toe leather outfit and severely-bunned steel-wool hair scream High Protocol. She looks him up and down with disdain and says, “Who are you?”
Dean leans against the door frame and folds his arms. “Who wants to know?”
The Dom’s frown is impressive. “I don’t tolerate rude Subs,” she spits. “You’ll lose the attitude and you’ll answer my questions and you’ll present properly before your betters.” The last part of the sentence is said with Dom Voice and lashings of compulsion pheromones.
Dean locks his muscles and breathes through it and then grins slowly.
“Fuck you, lady,” he says.
The woman’s jaw drops and her eyes tighten with fury.
“If you were my Sub,” she begins and Dean rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, but I’m not,” he says, and slams the door in her face.
He knows all about what protocol-driven Doms like to do to mouthy, opinionated Subs, Gordon made sure of that.
He watches the woman let herself into the house across the road and is a little relieved that she’s just a nosy neighbour and not Gabriel’s mother or someone important to him. He frowns. Well. She might be a friend, he supposes, but Dean’s having a hard time imagining Gabriel wanting to spend time with a Dom like that. Still, if she complains about him, and Dean knows that she will, Gabriel might feel obligated to punish him; he’s a DoD officer after all, it might look bad if it seems as if he can’t even keep his own Sub in line. With that in mind, Dean decides to have a productive day, in the hope that it’ll keep his new Dom sweet. He finishes Sammy’s questionnaire and emails it back to him and then he spends a couple of hours cleaning the house, before settling down to tackle the packets of practice GED tests that Gabriel got for him.
When Gabriel arrives home at twenty past four Dean watches from the living room window as the woman from across the road rushes out to confront him in the driveway. When Gabriel finally comes inside he looks pissed, but Dean is ready for that. He’s in the kitchen chopping chicken and vegetables, ready for the casserole that the Dom is planning for tonight’s supper.
“Hi,” he says with a big grin, wiping his hands on a dishcloth and then grabbing the disgusting sweet white wine that Gabriel loves out of the fridge and pouring a generous amount into the Dom’s favorite crystal wine glass. “Figured I’d get started on the grunt work,” he says, as he hands the glass to Gabriel, “I’ll leave the complicated bits to the expert of course. How was your day?”
Gabriel takes a sip of his wine and then licks his lips. “Wow,” he says, “I feel like I should’ve called out ‘Lucy, I’m home!’ when I walked in the door.
Dean scrunches his nose. “Yeah, don’t push it.”
Oops. He’s supposed to be being an obedient, sweet Sub in the hope that it’ll keep Gabriel from punishing him.
Gabriel is grinning widely. “Now there’s the smartass Sub I’ve come to know and lo…care about.” He waves at the pile of chopped meat and vegetables on the kitchen bench with his wine glass. “Not that I don’t appreciate the gesture,” he says, “and you’re always welcome to help out around the place in any way you see fit, but I don’t need to be manipulated into treating you fairly, okay?”
“Okay,” Dean goes back to chopping vegetables. “Do you think you could buy some beer? That stuff you drink is gross.”
“Hey!” Gabriel looks offended. “It’s just sweet, is all. I have a sweet tooth. But yes, I’ll buy you some beer,” he clears his throat. “So. You met Hyacinth from across the road.”
Dean pays more attention to the carrot he’s chopping than is probably necessary. “Yep,” he says.
“You want to tell me what happened?”
Dean gives him a brief, succinct overview and Gabriel nods. “Yeah, that’s pretty much what she said too.”
“Are you gonna punish me?”
Gabriel raises his eyebrows. “Do you think you deserve to be punished?”
“Hell, no. I mean, I was rude. But so was she. The only difference is that society allows her to be a rude arrogant bitch but it has a different set of rules for me,” he takes a deep breath. “But. You’re a DoD officer. And I’m sorry if I just made your life difficult or whatever. If you want me to apologize to her, I will.”
“Would you mean it?”
“No.”
“Not a lot of point then, is there?”
Dean finishes off the vegetables and then wipes his hands on the dishcloth again and steps away from the bench. “I did mean it when I said I’m sorry if I’ve made things awkward for you.”
“Pff,” Gabriel waves him away. “I manage that well enough on my own. Besides, Hyacinth is everything I hate in a Dom. You’re ten times the human being she is. ”
After supper Gabriel opens the GED packet with the answer sheets in it and grades Dean’s test papers. Dean watches in disbelief as he scores in the high seven hundreds on each and every one of them.
“I didn’t do the Social Studies one yet,” he says, when Gabriel puts the final graded paper down. “I might need to study a bit for that one.”
Gabriel beams and throws his arms around Dean, hugging him tightly. “I knew you were smart,” he says, “I knew it. I’m so proud of you, Dean.”
Later, when Dean is upstairs taking off his clothes, he tries to remember the last time he felt this content. Maybe in those last few days with Cassie, before he told her the truth, that he wasn’t a same-dynamic oriented Dom, but a Sub, and she threw him out.
Dean sighs and puts his shorts in the washing hamper in the ensuite. The dirty laundry is rich with Gabriel’s scent and the scent of them both, mixed together, does interesting things to Dean’s libido. It’s been a while since he got laid; even longer since he wholeheartedly and willingly submitted to someone sexually. The idea of Gabriel laying him out on their bed and fucking him into the mattress has him hard in seconds. He is so distracted by the delicious images flicking through his head that he almost doesn’t make it back downstairs by nine thirty.
“Everything alright?” Gabriel says as Dean settles naked by his feet.
“Yes, Gabriel.”
Gabriel’s hand closes in Dean’s hair and he closes his eyes and leans into the touch, enjoying the sensation of being petted. Gabriel moves from stroking his hair to massaging his neck and shoulders and then sliding his hands up and down Dean’s arms and torso before returning to grip his hair, pulling at it softly. Dean’s dick is straining against his stomach, but it isn’t troubling him. He’s happy and pliant and Lord and Lady help him, but he wants to serve his Dom. He nuzzles against Gabriel’s hand like a giant cat and hears Gabriel’s sharp intake of breath.
“Time’s nearly up, Deano,” Gabriel says.
Dean blinks. “Really? It’s been an hour already? Wow. I think I mighta hit the first level of Subspace, just sitting at your feet.”
Gabriel pulls Dean up onto the sofa next to him and Dean somehow manages to tuck himself under the arm of the smaller man.
“I think I want more,” Dean hears himself say. He didn’t mean to speak, but now that he has, he realizes the truth of his words. “I want to do this right,” he says, “give you everything.”
“Yeah?” Gabriel’s arm tightens around him. The Dom clears his throat. “Just so we’re clear, you’re talking about sex, right?”
Dean rolls his eyes. “Just so we’re really clear, I’m talkin’ about you holdin’ me down, shovin’ your cock up my ass and fuckin’ me long and hard and deep.”
Gabriel makes a small sound that may possibly be a whimper and Dean grins.
“You’ll submit to me completely? I’ll be the one who decides whether you get to come or not?”
Dean groans. “I…yeah. I’ll be so good for you, Gabe, I promise.”
Gabriel kisses him then, slow and deep, his tongue plundering Dean’s mouth with assurance as his hands roam Dean’s chest, plucking at his nipples. Gabriel tastes like cherry Tootsie Pops and sweet white wine, which is kind of gross, but his strength is undeniable. Not that Dean intends to deny him anything. He melts into the kiss, let’s himself be well and truly had, and he moans in displeasure when Gabriel pulls away from his kiss-plump, spit-slicked lips.
“Behave,” Gabriel says mildly. “We need to talk.”
“Now?” Dean can’t help his exasperation and it earns his nipple a sharp tweak.
“I was thinking at work today, that it’s been five days since we put you properly into Subspace. I was planning to take you down again tonight-Friday seems like a good day for it, right? Gives you the weekend to slowly pull out of the headspace, without having to worry about school or work or anything.”
“I guess,” Dean says.
“But then that Demon Dom from across the road happened and I didn’t want you to misconstrue things and think you were being punished.”
Dean frowns. “I know the difference between what we did on Monday night and punishment.”
Gabriel nods. “You seem particularly susceptible tonight. So.”
“So,” Dean echoes.
“So I’m going to put you down deep.”
Gabriel is sitting in the middle of a three-seater sofa. He pats his lap and Dean stretches out across it, his swollen cock pressing against the Dom’s hard thigh in a way that feels oh so good. He wonders if Gabriel will start with nipple play again, but his train of thought is interrupted by a firm slap to his ass. The first set is harder this time around and Dean figures Gabriel isn’t easing him into the spanking so much this time because he’s already got a light buzz going, just from the hour spent sitting at Gabriel’s feet.
After about five or so minutes of medium impact smacking, Gabriel spanks him hard for a couple of minutes, the action driving his groin forward and making his cock rub deliciously against Gabriel’s thigh. It counters the pain beautifully and Dean is relieved when the Dom stops spanking his ass and starts stroking it lightly, not because the pain has stopped, but because he was getting dangerously close to the edge and he knows Gabriel isn’t going to give him permission to come any time soon.
Gabriel’s hand moves downwards and slips in between Dean’s thighs. Dean obligingly spreads his legs wider and then moans when the Dom rubs his fingers lightly against his sac. It’s not long before he’s begging; for Gabriel to stop the exquisite excruciating touch, or possibly for Gabriel to let him come, he’s not entirely sure which; but Gabriel just tells him that he’s a good boy, that he can take this, that he knows Dean won’t come without permission. And Dean wants to be good for his Dom, he does, but this is too hard; too intense. By the time his Dom finally starts spanking him again, Dean is sobbing into the sofa cushion, but he manages to back himself off the edge and doesn’t come without permission. Gabriel’s praise is effusive and Dean basks in it, not even caring that his ass has started to seriously smart. When he gets his next set of hard, intense smacks, Dean starts to float. He’s not disassociating; he’s done that before during really bad scenes and this is completely different. He’s not going under like usual either, though. Instead, he feels euphoric and hyper aware of his own existence. When the spanking stops, Gabriel’s hand soothes over his hot, sore ass for an endless span of time, and then his Dom pulls at Dean’s hips, arranging him so that he’s kneeling with his ass high in the air and his legs spread as far apart as they can get on the sofa. A spit-slicked finger rubs across his hole and Dean whines and pushes back against it, earning himself a sharp slap. His lesson learned, Dean stays still and submits to his Dom’s gentle, probing touch.
When Gabriel reaches underneath him and takes a firm hold of Dean’s dick, the effort it takes to resist thrusting into his hand is staggering.
Gabriel spanks him hard, right over his crack. Two of his long, slender fingers slap sharply against Dean’s hole and Dean jerks forward, his dick sliding into the tight, warm, slightly damp tunnel of Gabriel’s fist. Dean whines as Gabriel spanks him again and again and again, driving him repeatedly into the Dom’s clenching fist.
“Please, please, please,” he chants, out of his mind with need.
“Come whenever you want to, Dean.”
His orgasm punches out of him with the force of a rocket and Gabriel spanks him through it, not stopping until Dean collapses against him.
--
“Dean?” Gabriel says.
His Sub doesn’t respond, doesn’t even stir.
“Are you alright, Dean?”
Dean’s eyes are glassy, his breathing slow and deep.
“Sleepy, Sir,” he slurs.
Gabriel helps him off the sofa, up the stairs and into bed. He goes back downstairs and cleans Dean’s come off the sofa and then returns to his Sub, who’s completely knocked out in their bed, snoring lightly. Gabriel watches Dean sleeping, a soft smile playing over his lips at how much younger the man looks when he’s not awake and posturing.
Gabriel heads to the ensuite, sets the shower to cold and jerks off quickly. He towels himself dry and then slips, naked, into bed beside Dean, who snuggles against him with a contented noise. Gabriel breathes into his Sub’s hair and starts to plan out their weekend.
--
Gabriel awakes to the aroma of freshly-brewed coffee. He opens his eyes and finds himself starting straight at Dean’s face, the younger man’s green eyes fixed on his own.
Dean is naked and kneeling on the floor next to the bed.
He smiles when he sees that Gabriel is awake. “I made you coffee,” he says. “And I hope you don’t mind, but I showered and prepped too,” his eyes dart away and he lowers his gaze. “You didn’t get to come last night.”
Gabriel reaches out a hand and lifts Dean’s chin; he wants those beautiful green eyes back on him. “I got something better,” he says, “a happy and content Sub. Besides, I jerked off in the shower after I put you to bed.”
Dean’s eyes dim unhappily. “You shouldn’t’ve had to do that.”
“It was my decision.”
“Yeah, but-”
“Dean,” Gabriel uses just a little bit of Dom Voice. “It was my decision.”
Dean doesn’t argue any further, but he doesn’t look happy either. Gabriel sighs quietly and pulls himself into a sitting position, plumping his pillows and leaning back against the headrest. “Come and sit up here,” he pats the bed beside him.
Gabriel really wasn’t expecting Dean to crawl to the end of the bed, ass swaying seductively, climb up onto the bed and then crawl to his side. Gabriel holds out an arm and Dean tucks himself underneath it. It’s impressive, really, the way Dean somehow manages to make himself seem smaller than he really is. Gabriel might be eight years older than his Sub, but he’s also a good four inches shorter.
“So Dean,” Gabriel says, “just out of interest, why didn’t you stand up and climb onto the bed?”
“You didn’t tell me I could.”
Gabriel reaches out for his coffee. It’s perfect; sweet and creamy, just the way he likes it.
Gabriel remembers the perfect parade rest he got from Dean, the first time he ordered him into a standing presentation position. He remembers thinking that someone had trained Dean and trained him well. Gabriel keeps letting the fact that Dean hasn’t had a registered Guardian Dom or Bondmate for the past eight years make him forget that he isn’t the first Dom to get his hands on Dean. And judging by some of Dean’s reactions and some of the things he has let slip, Gabriel suspects that Dean has had at least one High Protocol Dom. Which means Gabriel is going to have to do some re-training.
“Blanket rule,” Gabriel says. “Unless I’ve specifically told you to behave in a certain way, I want you to just act natural; do whatever feels right to you. Okay?”
“Okay, Gabe.”
Gabriel drops a light kiss on top of Dean’s head. “You were magnificent last night,” he says.
Dean squirms uncomfortably. He still looks unhappy and Gabriel realizes that his Sub is not going to be happy until he’s served his Dom in some substantial way.
“Alrighty,” Gabriel grins. “We’re gonna have some fun. Present for Use, please. And face out that way,” Gabriel waves a hand toward the end of the bed. “I wanna look at that gorgeous ass while I finish my coffee.”
Dean is in position before Gabriel has even finished speaking and Gabriel’s grin widens at his Sub’s eagerness. Dean’s ass is barely even pink anymore and if Gabriel looks closely (and he does) he can see that Dean’s puckered hole is glistening with lube.
Gabriel’s blood rushes south so quickly that he feels almost dizzy for a moment. Even so he takes the time to finish his coffee, admiring the view as he does so. And what a view it is. Dean holds position beautifully and Gabriel savors the anticipation.
When he finally moves to Dean’s side and places a hand on his lower back, his Sub can’t quite contain a needy whine.
“Shh,”Gabriel soothes, “I gotcha, kiddo.”
He strokes lightly over Dean’s hole and then squeezes some lube out of the tube he’s brought across with him and coats his fingers thoroughly before reaching down to slide two fingers deep inside his Sub. Dean is well-slicked, but tight.
“You didn’t stretch yourself very much,” he comments.
“No, Si- Gabriel.”
Gabriel frowns and asks Dean why he didn’t stretch himself more.
“Wasn’t sure what you wanted. Some Doms don’t like it if you’re not real tight.”
Gabriel fingers him until he’s a little more stretched and then lubes himself up and sinks into Dean’s welcoming heat. His Sub groans, but resists the temptation to push back and Gabriel praises him. “Good boy, Dean. Gonna give it to you slow and deep and hard, just the way you need it. You just gotta lie there and take it.”
Gabriel grips Dean’s hips and rolls his own, shoving his cock up Dean’s ass in deep, slow thrusts. Dean holds himself still and takes the fucking he’s being given, breathy cries punching out of him every time Gabriel’s balls slap against his ass.
The smooth heat of Dean’s ass is just about the best thing Gabriel has ever felt on his cock and it isn’t long before he’s rutting in hard and fast. He comes with a shudder, buried deep inside of his Sub, who shudders and whimpers and begs to be allowed to come.
“Later,” Gabriel says, pulling out. He reaches into a bedside drawer and pulls out a plug, which he pushes into Dean’s ass. “Standing presentation,” he says and watches as Dean struggles to obey. When he’s in position, Gabriel can’t help but kiss the pout from his sulky lips and Dean relaxes under his touch. “Do you need a cock ring?” Gabriel asks. Dean considers it and shakes his head.
Gabriel showers and dresses while Dean cooks breakfast. He wears Gabriel’s ‘Kiss the Chef’ apron with the picture of the giant toad on it to avoid hot oil splattering onto any sensitive areas. As soon as Gabriel appears, he takes the apron off and brings two plates to the table.
“Where do you want me?” he asks, looking between the chair and the floor.
“Chair,” Gabriel says. “Handfeeding someone bacon and eggs is too hard.”
After breakfast Gabriel bends Dean over the arm of the sofa and pounds his prostate until he comes in thick spurts all over the black leather seat cushions. Gabriel’s lips twist wryly. He’s really going to have to invest in some good quality leather and fabric cleaners if they keep this up. In the meantime, he tells Dean to clean it up with his tongue.
They spend most of the weekend in bed, fucking, sleeping, and learning each other’s likes and dislikes. Luckily, they coincide. Dean likes nipple play and giving blow jobs, he enjoys light spanking and he loves being fucked. He’ll ride Gabriel if he’s told to, but he prefers to be on the bottom, in every sense of the word. He really likes being tied down and fucked and, even though he refuses to admit it, he enjoys a good cuddle and always responds well to petting and praise.
Dean is reticent to tell Gabriel the things he really doesn’t like and Gabriel eventually gleans that this is because previous Doms have used the knowledge against him. Gabriel is a little hurt that Dean still doesn’t quite trust him, but pleased when he manages to convince his Sub that his intentions are honorable.
Dean doesn’t enjoy anything involving knives or guns; he’s a Hunter, he doesn’t find the tools of his trade erotic in the slightest. On a related note, he doesn’t find bleeding or being choked anything other than horrible, probably because it’s happened to him too often on the job for him to see it as anything other than a huge negative, and he rules out single-tailed whips on the basis of blood too.
“None of those things are on my Fun List either,” Gabriel tells him. “I don’t like scat or watersports either.”
Dean pulls a face. “Good.”
“Anything else?”
“Cross dressing,” Dean says. “I had this Dom in high school, Rhonda, who really preferred girls, but she was too much of a sadist for all the female Subs at our school. So she started dating me, because I didn’t mind doing the rough stuff with her. But then she started forcing me to wear pink panties and corsets and make-up and…I didn’t mind the panties too much, but the rest of it I fuckin’ hated.”
It’s the most Dean has ever said about his past and Gabriel is delighted. He is less delighted when he learns that Dean has never had a Dom who permitted him to have a safe word.
“But I’ve given up control,” he says, brow furrowed and eyes confused. “I don’t get any say. My will and my body belong to my Dom.”
Gabriel grinds his teeth. “Yes,” he says, “you give blanket consent to certain acts and give your Dom control over those acts. But. You still need a way of stopping the scene if things go wrong. Maybe you get sick or injured during the scene. Or maybe you flashback to something terrible that once happened to you. Or maybe you just absolutely, truly can’t take any more because your Dom has pushed you past your limits. It’s like an emergency stop button and the fact that you’ve never been permitted to have one makes me want to hunt down every Dom you ever subbed for and whip the skin from their backs.”
Dean is quiet in the face of Gabriel’s fury.
“Impala,” he says eventually.
“What?”
“My safe word. Impala.”
Gabriel frowns. “Like the antelope?”
Dean’s look of horror is almost comical. “Like my car!” he splutters. “Chevrolet Impala. How can you not know that? It’s a classic!”
Later that night, Gabriel keeps Dean on the edge of orgasm until he screams Impala, and then praises him lavishly for using his safe word. He needs to know Dean’s limits, but more importantly, he needs to know that Dean will stop him if he gets it wrong.
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For the third morning in a row, Dean feels a feather-light kiss on his forehead and hears the whispered words ‘have a nice day, beautiful’, before Gabriel slips from the bedroom. Like every morning since his bizarre new life started, Dean lies awake and listens until he hears Gabriel’s car pull away and then he rolls over and goes back to sleep.
He drags himself out of bed at ten o’clock and showers. He considers jerking off, but just like the previous two mornings, he doesn’t, for reasons he can’t adequately explain-it’s not like Gabriel will even know (except for how Dean thinks he might somehow be able to just look at him and tell).
Towelled dry and dressed in jeans, a tee-shirt and a plaid over-shirt, he pads downstairs with bare feet and wet hair and starts up the coffee maker.
Gabriel came home from work on Wednesday with a heap of GED study booklets. Dean flicked through most of them yesterday and thinks he could probably get a good score right now on every test except Social Studies. He might have to study for a week before attempting that one.
Which takes care of Week One at Casa Gabriel. What the Hell is he going to do for the remaining fifty-one weeks? He’s already flat out told his Guardian Dom-Dean pulls a face-that if he thinks he’s gotten himself some meek little housesub, who’s going to spend his days cooking and cleaning, then he’d better think again.
Dean fries himself some bacon and eggs to have with his coffee. He cleans up after himself and pulls another face when he realizes that he’s barefoot in the kitchen-thank the Goddess male Subs can’t get pregnant.
Gabriel has a decent CD collection, which Dean discovered yesterday when he was diligently inspecting the house in very thorough detail. He puts on Credence Clearwater Revival’s Greatest Hits and then wanders into Gabriel’s office and fires up the PC. There’s an email from Sam. Sam is working on some major thesis that has something to do with workplace discrimination legislation. He’s still interviewing at various law schools, but no matter where he gets in, it’s not going to change the topic of his dissertation. Sam did pre-law at Stanford and is quietly confident that they’ll offer him a full ride to law school. If that’s where he ends up, he has already spoken to the head of the SRA, Dr Milton, who has agreed to be his primary thesis advisor. Sam wants to use Dean as some kind of case study and has promised that Dean will remain anonymous, although really, it’s probably not going to be hard to figure out who he is. Also, Dean still hasn’t decided how much of the fucked up shit that’s happened to him in the last eight years he wants Sammy to know about.
The first questionnaire that Sammy has sent is pretty straight forward.
Question One: Describe your job in detail. Please reference any ways in which legislation around your dynamic impacts on your job.
I am a Hunter. It’s what I was raised to be, and all I’ve ever wanted to do. But the Hunter’s Guild doesn’t allow Subs as members and it’s currently not illegal for them to discriminate on the basis of dynamic, so when I presented as a Sub, it kind of ripped that dream away from me. I’ve been Hunting unlicensed since the age of eighteen, which is illegal. Hunting involves finding cases where supernatural entities are causing problems for humans or having them referred to you, researching them and then dealing with them. This may involve helping a spirit towards the white light, or salting and burning their bones if they’re too angry to move on. It may involve exorcising a demon, or destroying a cursed object, or killing a semi-sentient creature. If I was a member of the Hunter’s Guild I could capture supernatural creatures and take them for incarceration at the Compound, but because I’m not licensed, I have no choice but to kill any creatures I find hurting humans.
Question Two: Describe a specific incident where the biology of your dynamic impacted your job.
I was Hunting an incubus recently. It was a particular subtype that had adapted to feed off Subs specifically. The pheromones it released at me and the Zero in my system clashed somehow and I had a really bad reaction. I still got the job done and ganked the incubus, but then I keeled over. I came to in a DoD cell and the whole ‘passing as a Dom and Hunting’ gig was kind of up.
Question Three: Describe a specific incident where the biology of a person who is in the same job as you, but who is the opposite dynamic to you, impacted on their job.
Dean has just started to write about a Hunt Bobby had told him about where an angry spirit was possessing Doms and making them kill Same-dynamic oriented couples when the doorbell rings. Dean cocks his head and wonders whether or not he should answer. Gabriel didn’t leave him any specific instructions on what he should do if someone came to the door. Whoever it is leans on the button and the bell rings and rings and rings and fuck that, it’s too annoying to ignore.
When Dean throws the door open there’s a Dom standing on the doorstep. She’s old enough to be his mother and her head-to-toe leather outfit and severely-bunned steel-wool hair scream High Protocol. She looks him up and down with disdain and says, “Who are you?”
Dean leans against the door frame and folds his arms. “Who wants to know?”
The Dom’s frown is impressive. “I don’t tolerate rude Subs,” she spits. “You’ll lose the attitude and you’ll answer my questions and you’ll present properly before your betters.” The last part of the sentence is said with Dom Voice and lashings of compulsion pheromones.
Dean locks his muscles and breathes through it and then grins slowly.
“Fuck you, lady,” he says.
The woman’s jaw drops and her eyes tighten with fury.
“If you were my Sub,” she begins and Dean rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, but I’m not,” he says, and slams the door in her face.
He knows all about what protocol-driven Doms like to do to mouthy, opinionated Subs, Gordon made sure of that.
He watches the woman let herself into the house across the road and is a little relieved that she’s just a nosy neighbour and not Gabriel’s mother or someone important to him. He frowns. Well. She might be a friend, he supposes, but Dean’s having a hard time imagining Gabriel wanting to spend time with a Dom like that. Still, if she complains about him, and Dean knows that she will, Gabriel might feel obligated to punish him; he’s a DoD officer after all, it might look bad if it seems as if he can’t even keep his own Sub in line. With that in mind, Dean decides to have a productive day, in the hope that it’ll keep his new Dom sweet. He finishes Sammy’s questionnaire and emails it back to him and then he spends a couple of hours cleaning the house, before settling down to tackle the packets of practice GED tests that Gabriel got for him.
When Gabriel arrives home at twenty past four Dean watches from the living room window as the woman from across the road rushes out to confront him in the driveway. When Gabriel finally comes inside he looks pissed, but Dean is ready for that. He’s in the kitchen chopping chicken and vegetables, ready for the casserole that the Dom is planning for tonight’s supper.
“Hi,” he says with a big grin, wiping his hands on a dishcloth and then grabbing the disgusting sweet white wine that Gabriel loves out of the fridge and pouring a generous amount into the Dom’s favorite crystal wine glass. “Figured I’d get started on the grunt work,” he says, as he hands the glass to Gabriel, “I’ll leave the complicated bits to the expert of course. How was your day?”
Gabriel takes a sip of his wine and then licks his lips. “Wow,” he says, “I feel like I should’ve called out ‘Lucy, I’m home!’ when I walked in the door.
Dean scrunches his nose. “Yeah, don’t push it.”
Oops. He’s supposed to be being an obedient, sweet Sub in the hope that it’ll keep Gabriel from punishing him.
Gabriel is grinning widely. “Now there’s the smartass Sub I’ve come to know and lo…care about.” He waves at the pile of chopped meat and vegetables on the kitchen bench with his wine glass. “Not that I don’t appreciate the gesture,” he says, “and you’re always welcome to help out around the place in any way you see fit, but I don’t need to be manipulated into treating you fairly, okay?”
“Okay,” Dean goes back to chopping vegetables. “Do you think you could buy some beer? That stuff you drink is gross.”
“Hey!” Gabriel looks offended. “It’s just sweet, is all. I have a sweet tooth. But yes, I’ll buy you some beer,” he clears his throat. “So. You met Hyacinth from across the road.”
Dean pays more attention to the carrot he’s chopping than is probably necessary. “Yep,” he says.
“You want to tell me what happened?”
Dean gives him a brief, succinct overview and Gabriel nods. “Yeah, that’s pretty much what she said too.”
“Are you gonna punish me?”
Gabriel raises his eyebrows. “Do you think you deserve to be punished?”
“Hell, no. I mean, I was rude. But so was she. The only difference is that society allows her to be a rude arrogant bitch but it has a different set of rules for me,” he takes a deep breath. “But. You’re a DoD officer. And I’m sorry if I just made your life difficult or whatever. If you want me to apologize to her, I will.”
“Would you mean it?”
“No.”
“Not a lot of point then, is there?”
Dean finishes off the vegetables and then wipes his hands on the dishcloth again and steps away from the bench. “I did mean it when I said I’m sorry if I’ve made things awkward for you.”
“Pff,” Gabriel waves him away. “I manage that well enough on my own. Besides, Hyacinth is everything I hate in a Dom. You’re ten times the human being she is. ”
After supper Gabriel opens the GED packet with the answer sheets in it and grades Dean’s test papers. Dean watches in disbelief as he scores in the high seven hundreds on each and every one of them.
“I didn’t do the Social Studies one yet,” he says, when Gabriel puts the final graded paper down. “I might need to study a bit for that one.”
Gabriel beams and throws his arms around Dean, hugging him tightly. “I knew you were smart,” he says, “I knew it. I’m so proud of you, Dean.”
Later, when Dean is upstairs taking off his clothes, he tries to remember the last time he felt this content. Maybe in those last few days with Cassie, before he told her the truth, that he wasn’t a same-dynamic oriented Dom, but a Sub, and she threw him out.
Dean sighs and puts his shorts in the washing hamper in the ensuite. The dirty laundry is rich with Gabriel’s scent and the scent of them both, mixed together, does interesting things to Dean’s libido. It’s been a while since he got laid; even longer since he wholeheartedly and willingly submitted to someone sexually. The idea of Gabriel laying him out on their bed and fucking him into the mattress has him hard in seconds. He is so distracted by the delicious images flicking through his head that he almost doesn’t make it back downstairs by nine thirty.
“Everything alright?” Gabriel says as Dean settles naked by his feet.
“Yes, Gabriel.”
Gabriel’s hand closes in Dean’s hair and he closes his eyes and leans into the touch, enjoying the sensation of being petted. Gabriel moves from stroking his hair to massaging his neck and shoulders and then sliding his hands up and down Dean’s arms and torso before returning to grip his hair, pulling at it softly. Dean’s dick is straining against his stomach, but it isn’t troubling him. He’s happy and pliant and Lord and Lady help him, but he wants to serve his Dom. He nuzzles against Gabriel’s hand like a giant cat and hears Gabriel’s sharp intake of breath.
“Time’s nearly up, Deano,” Gabriel says.
Dean blinks. “Really? It’s been an hour already? Wow. I think I mighta hit the first level of Subspace, just sitting at your feet.”
Gabriel pulls Dean up onto the sofa next to him and Dean somehow manages to tuck himself under the arm of the smaller man.
“I think I want more,” Dean hears himself say. He didn’t mean to speak, but now that he has, he realizes the truth of his words. “I want to do this right,” he says, “give you everything.”
“Yeah?” Gabriel’s arm tightens around him. The Dom clears his throat. “Just so we’re clear, you’re talking about sex, right?”
Dean rolls his eyes. “Just so we’re really clear, I’m talkin’ about you holdin’ me down, shovin’ your cock up my ass and fuckin’ me long and hard and deep.”
Gabriel makes a small sound that may possibly be a whimper and Dean grins.
“You’ll submit to me completely? I’ll be the one who decides whether you get to come or not?”
Dean groans. “I…yeah. I’ll be so good for you, Gabe, I promise.”
Gabriel kisses him then, slow and deep, his tongue plundering Dean’s mouth with assurance as his hands roam Dean’s chest, plucking at his nipples. Gabriel tastes like cherry Tootsie Pops and sweet white wine, which is kind of gross, but his strength is undeniable. Not that Dean intends to deny him anything. He melts into the kiss, let’s himself be well and truly had, and he moans in displeasure when Gabriel pulls away from his kiss-plump, spit-slicked lips.
“Behave,” Gabriel says mildly. “We need to talk.”
“Now?” Dean can’t help his exasperation and it earns his nipple a sharp tweak.
“I was thinking at work today, that it’s been five days since we put you properly into Subspace. I was planning to take you down again tonight-Friday seems like a good day for it, right? Gives you the weekend to slowly pull out of the headspace, without having to worry about school or work or anything.”
“I guess,” Dean says.
“But then that Demon Dom from across the road happened and I didn’t want you to misconstrue things and think you were being punished.”
Dean frowns. “I know the difference between what we did on Monday night and punishment.”
Gabriel nods. “You seem particularly susceptible tonight. So.”
“So,” Dean echoes.
“So I’m going to put you down deep.”
Gabriel is sitting in the middle of a three-seater sofa. He pats his lap and Dean stretches out across it, his swollen cock pressing against the Dom’s hard thigh in a way that feels oh so good. He wonders if Gabriel will start with nipple play again, but his train of thought is interrupted by a firm slap to his ass. The first set is harder this time around and Dean figures Gabriel isn’t easing him into the spanking so much this time because he’s already got a light buzz going, just from the hour spent sitting at Gabriel’s feet.
After about five or so minutes of medium impact smacking, Gabriel spanks him hard for a couple of minutes, the action driving his groin forward and making his cock rub deliciously against Gabriel’s thigh. It counters the pain beautifully and Dean is relieved when the Dom stops spanking his ass and starts stroking it lightly, not because the pain has stopped, but because he was getting dangerously close to the edge and he knows Gabriel isn’t going to give him permission to come any time soon.
Gabriel’s hand moves downwards and slips in between Dean’s thighs. Dean obligingly spreads his legs wider and then moans when the Dom rubs his fingers lightly against his sac. It’s not long before he’s begging; for Gabriel to stop the exquisite excruciating touch, or possibly for Gabriel to let him come, he’s not entirely sure which; but Gabriel just tells him that he’s a good boy, that he can take this, that he knows Dean won’t come without permission. And Dean wants to be good for his Dom, he does, but this is too hard; too intense. By the time his Dom finally starts spanking him again, Dean is sobbing into the sofa cushion, but he manages to back himself off the edge and doesn’t come without permission. Gabriel’s praise is effusive and Dean basks in it, not even caring that his ass has started to seriously smart. When he gets his next set of hard, intense smacks, Dean starts to float. He’s not disassociating; he’s done that before during really bad scenes and this is completely different. He’s not going under like usual either, though. Instead, he feels euphoric and hyper aware of his own existence. When the spanking stops, Gabriel’s hand soothes over his hot, sore ass for an endless span of time, and then his Dom pulls at Dean’s hips, arranging him so that he’s kneeling with his ass high in the air and his legs spread as far apart as they can get on the sofa. A spit-slicked finger rubs across his hole and Dean whines and pushes back against it, earning himself a sharp slap. His lesson learned, Dean stays still and submits to his Dom’s gentle, probing touch.
When Gabriel reaches underneath him and takes a firm hold of Dean’s dick, the effort it takes to resist thrusting into his hand is staggering.
Gabriel spanks him hard, right over his crack. Two of his long, slender fingers slap sharply against Dean’s hole and Dean jerks forward, his dick sliding into the tight, warm, slightly damp tunnel of Gabriel’s fist. Dean whines as Gabriel spanks him again and again and again, driving him repeatedly into the Dom’s clenching fist.
“Please, please, please,” he chants, out of his mind with need.
“Come whenever you want to, Dean.”
His orgasm punches out of him with the force of a rocket and Gabriel spanks him through it, not stopping until Dean collapses against him.
--
“Dean?” Gabriel says.
His Sub doesn’t respond, doesn’t even stir.
“Are you alright, Dean?”
Dean’s eyes are glassy, his breathing slow and deep.
“Sleepy, Sir,” he slurs.
Gabriel helps him off the sofa, up the stairs and into bed. He goes back downstairs and cleans Dean’s come off the sofa and then returns to his Sub, who’s completely knocked out in their bed, snoring lightly. Gabriel watches Dean sleeping, a soft smile playing over his lips at how much younger the man looks when he’s not awake and posturing.
Gabriel heads to the ensuite, sets the shower to cold and jerks off quickly. He towels himself dry and then slips, naked, into bed beside Dean, who snuggles against him with a contented noise. Gabriel breathes into his Sub’s hair and starts to plan out their weekend.
--
Gabriel awakes to the aroma of freshly-brewed coffee. He opens his eyes and finds himself starting straight at Dean’s face, the younger man’s green eyes fixed on his own.
Dean is naked and kneeling on the floor next to the bed.
He smiles when he sees that Gabriel is awake. “I made you coffee,” he says. “And I hope you don’t mind, but I showered and prepped too,” his eyes dart away and he lowers his gaze. “You didn’t get to come last night.”
Gabriel reaches out a hand and lifts Dean’s chin; he wants those beautiful green eyes back on him. “I got something better,” he says, “a happy and content Sub. Besides, I jerked off in the shower after I put you to bed.”
Dean’s eyes dim unhappily. “You shouldn’t’ve had to do that.”
“It was my decision.”
“Yeah, but-”
“Dean,” Gabriel uses just a little bit of Dom Voice. “It was my decision.”
Dean doesn’t argue any further, but he doesn’t look happy either. Gabriel sighs quietly and pulls himself into a sitting position, plumping his pillows and leaning back against the headrest. “Come and sit up here,” he pats the bed beside him.
Gabriel really wasn’t expecting Dean to crawl to the end of the bed, ass swaying seductively, climb up onto the bed and then crawl to his side. Gabriel holds out an arm and Dean tucks himself underneath it. It’s impressive, really, the way Dean somehow manages to make himself seem smaller than he really is. Gabriel might be eight years older than his Sub, but he’s also a good four inches shorter.
“So Dean,” Gabriel says, “just out of interest, why didn’t you stand up and climb onto the bed?”
“You didn’t tell me I could.”
Gabriel reaches out for his coffee. It’s perfect; sweet and creamy, just the way he likes it.
Gabriel remembers the perfect parade rest he got from Dean, the first time he ordered him into a standing presentation position. He remembers thinking that someone had trained Dean and trained him well. Gabriel keeps letting the fact that Dean hasn’t had a registered Guardian Dom or Bondmate for the past eight years make him forget that he isn’t the first Dom to get his hands on Dean. And judging by some of Dean’s reactions and some of the things he has let slip, Gabriel suspects that Dean has had at least one High Protocol Dom. Which means Gabriel is going to have to do some re-training.
“Blanket rule,” Gabriel says. “Unless I’ve specifically told you to behave in a certain way, I want you to just act natural; do whatever feels right to you. Okay?”
“Okay, Gabe.”
Gabriel drops a light kiss on top of Dean’s head. “You were magnificent last night,” he says.
Dean squirms uncomfortably. He still looks unhappy and Gabriel realizes that his Sub is not going to be happy until he’s served his Dom in some substantial way.
“Alrighty,” Gabriel grins. “We’re gonna have some fun. Present for Use, please. And face out that way,” Gabriel waves a hand toward the end of the bed. “I wanna look at that gorgeous ass while I finish my coffee.”
Dean is in position before Gabriel has even finished speaking and Gabriel’s grin widens at his Sub’s eagerness. Dean’s ass is barely even pink anymore and if Gabriel looks closely (and he does) he can see that Dean’s puckered hole is glistening with lube.
Gabriel’s blood rushes south so quickly that he feels almost dizzy for a moment. Even so he takes the time to finish his coffee, admiring the view as he does so. And what a view it is. Dean holds position beautifully and Gabriel savors the anticipation.
When he finally moves to Dean’s side and places a hand on his lower back, his Sub can’t quite contain a needy whine.
“Shh,”Gabriel soothes, “I gotcha, kiddo.”
He strokes lightly over Dean’s hole and then squeezes some lube out of the tube he’s brought across with him and coats his fingers thoroughly before reaching down to slide two fingers deep inside his Sub. Dean is well-slicked, but tight.
“You didn’t stretch yourself very much,” he comments.
“No, Si- Gabriel.”
Gabriel frowns and asks Dean why he didn’t stretch himself more.
“Wasn’t sure what you wanted. Some Doms don’t like it if you’re not real tight.”
Gabriel fingers him until he’s a little more stretched and then lubes himself up and sinks into Dean’s welcoming heat. His Sub groans, but resists the temptation to push back and Gabriel praises him. “Good boy, Dean. Gonna give it to you slow and deep and hard, just the way you need it. You just gotta lie there and take it.”
Gabriel grips Dean’s hips and rolls his own, shoving his cock up Dean’s ass in deep, slow thrusts. Dean holds himself still and takes the fucking he’s being given, breathy cries punching out of him every time Gabriel’s balls slap against his ass.
The smooth heat of Dean’s ass is just about the best thing Gabriel has ever felt on his cock and it isn’t long before he’s rutting in hard and fast. He comes with a shudder, buried deep inside of his Sub, who shudders and whimpers and begs to be allowed to come.
“Later,” Gabriel says, pulling out. He reaches into a bedside drawer and pulls out a plug, which he pushes into Dean’s ass. “Standing presentation,” he says and watches as Dean struggles to obey. When he’s in position, Gabriel can’t help but kiss the pout from his sulky lips and Dean relaxes under his touch. “Do you need a cock ring?” Gabriel asks. Dean considers it and shakes his head.
Gabriel showers and dresses while Dean cooks breakfast. He wears Gabriel’s ‘Kiss the Chef’ apron with the picture of the giant toad on it to avoid hot oil splattering onto any sensitive areas. As soon as Gabriel appears, he takes the apron off and brings two plates to the table.
“Where do you want me?” he asks, looking between the chair and the floor.
“Chair,” Gabriel says. “Handfeeding someone bacon and eggs is too hard.”
After breakfast Gabriel bends Dean over the arm of the sofa and pounds his prostate until he comes in thick spurts all over the black leather seat cushions. Gabriel’s lips twist wryly. He’s really going to have to invest in some good quality leather and fabric cleaners if they keep this up. In the meantime, he tells Dean to clean it up with his tongue.
They spend most of the weekend in bed, fucking, sleeping, and learning each other’s likes and dislikes. Luckily, they coincide. Dean likes nipple play and giving blow jobs, he enjoys light spanking and he loves being fucked. He’ll ride Gabriel if he’s told to, but he prefers to be on the bottom, in every sense of the word. He really likes being tied down and fucked and, even though he refuses to admit it, he enjoys a good cuddle and always responds well to petting and praise.
Dean is reticent to tell Gabriel the things he really doesn’t like and Gabriel eventually gleans that this is because previous Doms have used the knowledge against him. Gabriel is a little hurt that Dean still doesn’t quite trust him, but pleased when he manages to convince his Sub that his intentions are honorable.
Dean doesn’t enjoy anything involving knives or guns; he’s a Hunter, he doesn’t find the tools of his trade erotic in the slightest. On a related note, he doesn’t find bleeding or being choked anything other than horrible, probably because it’s happened to him too often on the job for him to see it as anything other than a huge negative, and he rules out single-tailed whips on the basis of blood too.
“None of those things are on my Fun List either,” Gabriel tells him. “I don’t like scat or watersports either.”
Dean pulls a face. “Good.”
“Anything else?”
“Cross dressing,” Dean says. “I had this Dom in high school, Rhonda, who really preferred girls, but she was too much of a sadist for all the female Subs at our school. So she started dating me, because I didn’t mind doing the rough stuff with her. But then she started forcing me to wear pink panties and corsets and make-up and…I didn’t mind the panties too much, but the rest of it I fuckin’ hated.”
It’s the most Dean has ever said about his past and Gabriel is delighted. He is less delighted when he learns that Dean has never had a Dom who permitted him to have a safe word.
“But I’ve given up control,” he says, brow furrowed and eyes confused. “I don’t get any say. My will and my body belong to my Dom.”
Gabriel grinds his teeth. “Yes,” he says, “you give blanket consent to certain acts and give your Dom control over those acts. But. You still need a way of stopping the scene if things go wrong. Maybe you get sick or injured during the scene. Or maybe you flashback to something terrible that once happened to you. Or maybe you just absolutely, truly can’t take any more because your Dom has pushed you past your limits. It’s like an emergency stop button and the fact that you’ve never been permitted to have one makes me want to hunt down every Dom you ever subbed for and whip the skin from their backs.”
Dean is quiet in the face of Gabriel’s fury.
“Impala,” he says eventually.
“What?”
“My safe word. Impala.”
Gabriel frowns. “Like the antelope?”
Dean’s look of horror is almost comical. “Like my car!” he splutters. “Chevrolet Impala. How can you not know that? It’s a classic!”
Later that night, Gabriel keeps Dean on the edge of orgasm until he screams Impala, and then praises him lavishly for using his safe word. He needs to know Dean’s limits, but more importantly, he needs to know that Dean will stop him if he gets it wrong.
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