Soon..., SyFy's Alice/Supernatural, NC-17
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phantismaFandom: SyFy's Alice
Title: Soon
Charcater: Hatter/Sam Winchester
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 605
Summary: Soon, Hatter promises...very soon...but not just yet.
A/Ns & Warnings: Um....somewhere along the way, I picked up a vampire!Hatter in my Brain. I've sort of poked at him on my comment fic post. Then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
orphan_project chose him for five prompts from my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
angst_bingo card. This is the third of those five prompts. Written for my second card for angst_bingo.
The dark is a thing alive, surrounding him, engulfing him. He can’t breathe for the closeness of it, the clinging grasp of it on his skin, covering his face.
It fills his ears, isolating him from any sound. He lays in the dark silence and waits for something to tell him he’s still alive, that this…man, this creature hasn’t killed him. He thinks he should be able to feel his heart beating, but he is numb.
He can not feel his skin, or the marks he knows are on it…bruises and scabbed over cuts, bite marks. Even the restraints that hold him immobile no longer hurt.
Time has bled away from him and he can not recall when he was brought here or how. He remembers pain, his heart shredding. He remembers wanting to lose himself in alcohol…and then there was…him.
His memory blurs after looking in those eyes, as though he were drugged.
Dean.
The name whispers up from inside him. A reason to fight the cold that wants to squeeze inside him.
“Your brother can’t give you what I can, Sam,” a voice says…or at least Sam thinks it’s a voice…it might just be in his head. Something touches him…a hand…on his bare back, though it is cold and unreal. Nails dig into the flesh and Sam wants to cry out, but nothing comes. “He can not touch you as I can.”
That hand slid down, over his naked and exposed ass, the fingers moving through his crack…slowly and deliberately up to his hole, then rubbing around it slowly before they move away again.
“I can make you immortal.” The words hiss into his ear, the cool, wet touch of a tongue tracing around the edge of the ear, then squirming inside. “I can take away the pain.”
Sam shivers against the bonds that hold him, tries to escape the touch of those words, the feelings that stir inside him. He doesn’t want this. “Have you ever tasted color, Sam?” The voice is in his other ear now. “The sweet sting of heartbreak? The dark, smooth fire of desire?”
Lips move over his, that tongue invades his mouth. “I am everything, Sam.”
He is alone again in the dark. He can not sense the presence of the other, can not feel him. All there is here is the black pressing on his skin. He sinks into it, wondering if this what it is to die, if there will be any body left for his brother to find.
And yet, he is aware. His body is moved, no longer bent over whatever furniture held him, he is on his back now, his naked body displayed to the blackness, his legs spread open and heavy. He thinks he should try to move them, but the weight is more than he can conceive.
“Soon…very soon…” the voice whispers.
His body covers Sam…and this is familiar…how many times has this played out? How long since Sam stopped fighting the touch of his fingers, the invasion of his cock, the piercing of his teeth.
He is never gentle. He slams their bodies together and grunts. He pins Sam down and bites into the soft skin at his neck, sucking blood into his mouth, even as he fills Sam’s ass with come.
And when he is done, he lifts his face, presses it hot and sticky to Sam’s, flooding Sam’s mouth with color…hot reds that burn into his numb body…flashes of his face, of dying, of dreams he’s forgotten before he’s seen them.
Hatter laughs as the darkness returns, sliding off of him.
“Soon…very soon…but not yet…not just yet…”
Title: Soon
Charcater: Hatter/Sam Winchester
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 605
Summary: Soon, Hatter promises...very soon...but not just yet.
A/Ns & Warnings: Um....somewhere along the way, I picked up a vampire!Hatter in my Brain. I've sort of poked at him on my comment fic post. Then
orphan_project chose him for five prompts from my angst_bingo card. This is the third of those five prompts. Written for my second card for angst_bingo.The dark is a thing alive, surrounding him, engulfing him. He can’t breathe for the closeness of it, the clinging grasp of it on his skin, covering his face.
It fills his ears, isolating him from any sound. He lays in the dark silence and waits for something to tell him he’s still alive, that this…man, this creature hasn’t killed him. He thinks he should be able to feel his heart beating, but he is numb.
He can not feel his skin, or the marks he knows are on it…bruises and scabbed over cuts, bite marks. Even the restraints that hold him immobile no longer hurt.
Time has bled away from him and he can not recall when he was brought here or how. He remembers pain, his heart shredding. He remembers wanting to lose himself in alcohol…and then there was…him.
His memory blurs after looking in those eyes, as though he were drugged.
Dean.
The name whispers up from inside him. A reason to fight the cold that wants to squeeze inside him.
“Your brother can’t give you what I can, Sam,” a voice says…or at least Sam thinks it’s a voice…it might just be in his head. Something touches him…a hand…on his bare back, though it is cold and unreal. Nails dig into the flesh and Sam wants to cry out, but nothing comes. “He can not touch you as I can.”
That hand slid down, over his naked and exposed ass, the fingers moving through his crack…slowly and deliberately up to his hole, then rubbing around it slowly before they move away again.
“I can make you immortal.” The words hiss into his ear, the cool, wet touch of a tongue tracing around the edge of the ear, then squirming inside. “I can take away the pain.”
Sam shivers against the bonds that hold him, tries to escape the touch of those words, the feelings that stir inside him. He doesn’t want this. “Have you ever tasted color, Sam?” The voice is in his other ear now. “The sweet sting of heartbreak? The dark, smooth fire of desire?”
Lips move over his, that tongue invades his mouth. “I am everything, Sam.”
He is alone again in the dark. He can not sense the presence of the other, can not feel him. All there is here is the black pressing on his skin. He sinks into it, wondering if this what it is to die, if there will be any body left for his brother to find.
And yet, he is aware. His body is moved, no longer bent over whatever furniture held him, he is on his back now, his naked body displayed to the blackness, his legs spread open and heavy. He thinks he should try to move them, but the weight is more than he can conceive.
“Soon…very soon…” the voice whispers.
His body covers Sam…and this is familiar…how many times has this played out? How long since Sam stopped fighting the touch of his fingers, the invasion of his cock, the piercing of his teeth.
He is never gentle. He slams their bodies together and grunts. He pins Sam down and bites into the soft skin at his neck, sucking blood into his mouth, even as he fills Sam’s ass with come.
And when he is done, he lifts his face, presses it hot and sticky to Sam’s, flooding Sam’s mouth with color…hot reds that burn into his numb body…flashes of his face, of dying, of dreams he’s forgotten before he’s seen them.
Hatter laughs as the darkness returns, sliding off of him.
“Soon…very soon…but not yet…not just yet…”
