First Taste, SPN/Alice, NC-17
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phantismaFandom: SyFy's Alice/Supernatural
Title: First Taste
Charcater: Hatter/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 933
Summary: Sam Winchester is the prisoner of a deranged vampire who will stop at nothing to possess him, in every way.
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 fourth of those five prompts. Written for my second card for angst_bingo. WARNING, this is written for the RAPE prompt. This is non-con people. From Sam's POV.
"The smell of your blood, Samuel..." He moans and grinds his groin down against Sam's naked stomach, his stiff cock pressed into the hard, tight muscles. He leans in and smells the sweaty skin at Sam's neck. "I saw you that night in the bar...before you even met the wolf...I could smell you...I picked you over every other soul in that bar."
He licks up Sam's neck, letting his teeth descend, preparing himself for the ecstasy of that first taste. "Oh, Samuel, I could taste your need...the desire for the burden to lift, for the weight to come off your shoulders."
He covers Sam's mouth with his own, filling it with his tongue, taking what was already his. "And now....with her blood on your hands...you want to die, don't you Samuel? You want the pain to end."
He lifts his face and grins, his teeth cutting into his own lip. "But the pain is so sharp and it feels so....good..."
He bites then, into the tender flesh, the first burst of coppery fire filling him with something more powerful than sex. Sam yells, but the sound falls away as Hatter drinks, painting Sam's stomach with come before he pulls back, licking up the run off.
"Sleep now...we have...all the time in the world..."
He’s not sure at first what drags him up from the stupor where he has crouched in a semi-conscious state since his captor had left him. He tries to move, but there is nowhere to go, his hands bound somewhere above him. He’s aware of the cold, of the itchy spot on his stomach where the creature had come on him, of the fact that he’s in danger, but it all seems disconnected somehow.
The blood loss has him dizzy, blood loss because his tormentor had been drinking from him.
Vampire.
His mind whispers the word and a shiver runs through him. He needs to get free. Find Dean.
But his body is heavy and Sam thinks maybe Dean is better not knowing. He can escape.
“And who is ‘e escaping from, love?”
Sam looks as a cool hand caresses down his arm. He blinks, because this can’t be the face of a killer, this baby face with pretty eyes. He shakes his head as Hatter smiles. “You think I’m pretty, do you?” His hand cups Sam’s face and he licks his lips before he’s covering Sam’s mouth with his own, kissing Sam as if he owns him.
“My brother…” but Sam can’t think past those words as Hatter’s hand closes around his cock and strokes him.
“Forget him, Samuel. He can’t help you the way I can…can’t give you the things I can…”
“No…” Sam shakes his head in denial, though his cock is hardening.
“Oh, yes, Sam…yes…” He slides down Sam’s body, taking Sam’s cock into his mouth and Sam thinks maybe this is how he means to kill him, but Hatter doesn’t linger there. He slides off him and turns his face into Sam’s thigh, into the crease between thigh and groin and when he bites, Sam screams.
He feels the darkness lurking, but before he can fall into it, the vampire is pulling away, covering Sam’s body with his own, taking Sam’s mouth, filling it with blood and his tongue. Sam swallows to keep from drowning and he’s panting as Hatter’s hands move him, turn him, until he’s face down on the work bench holding him, his arms twisted painfully, but that pain is forgotten in seconds when Hatter pulls his nails down Sam’s back.
He licks up the long lines of blood, the down, over Sam’s ass, parting his cheeks and running a finger along behind his tongue. “No.” Sam yanks on his arms, trying to break free, but only succeeds in ripping the skin on his left wrist. Hatter climbs over him, licking at the fresh blood before he’s sucking Sam’s ear into his mouth.
“Do you have any idea how you taste to me, Samuel? All that anguish and desperation, all of that self-loathing…I’ve waited years for someone as delicious as you.” He slides back down, his fingers slipping through blood and pressing in against Sam’s ass. “So long for someone worthy…”
Kill me, Sam thinks, welcoming the idea of that release. It was what he deserved, before he hurt someone else.
Sam squeezes his eyes shut and gasps in pain as something pushes into him, filling his ass as pain and fire race to the spot and it takes him a minute to realizes what this is, what is happening. He screams soundlessly as Hatter fills him and lays over him, whispering madly about pleasure and pain and dancing into the darkness and Sam can’t breathe.
Hatter pets over his skin, his fingers tracing patterns only he could understand. His hips snap and Sam tries to escape, but he can not do more than bend a knee, which only serves to open him wider and Hatter laughs as he pulls out and shoves himself in again, harder than before, shoving Sam into the bench hard enough that it scrapes along the floor.
His whispering takes on a darker tone and Sam begs…begs for it to be over, for the blood to spill, for the darkness to take him, for the pain to end…but as Hatter’s teeth pierce the skin on his shoulder and the heat of Sam’s blood spills over his skin, the pain only doubles, triples, until his body shakes with the cacophony of it and his voice falls silent, the echoes of his last screams skittering away into the shadows.
Title: First Taste
Charcater: Hatter/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 933
Summary: Sam Winchester is the prisoner of a deranged vampire who will stop at nothing to possess him, in every way.
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 fourth of those five prompts. Written for my second card for angst_bingo. WARNING, this is written for the RAPE prompt. This is non-con people. From Sam's POV."The smell of your blood, Samuel..." He moans and grinds his groin down against Sam's naked stomach, his stiff cock pressed into the hard, tight muscles. He leans in and smells the sweaty skin at Sam's neck. "I saw you that night in the bar...before you even met the wolf...I could smell you...I picked you over every other soul in that bar."
He licks up Sam's neck, letting his teeth descend, preparing himself for the ecstasy of that first taste. "Oh, Samuel, I could taste your need...the desire for the burden to lift, for the weight to come off your shoulders."
He covers Sam's mouth with his own, filling it with his tongue, taking what was already his. "And now....with her blood on your hands...you want to die, don't you Samuel? You want the pain to end."
He lifts his face and grins, his teeth cutting into his own lip. "But the pain is so sharp and it feels so....good..."
He bites then, into the tender flesh, the first burst of coppery fire filling him with something more powerful than sex. Sam yells, but the sound falls away as Hatter drinks, painting Sam's stomach with come before he pulls back, licking up the run off.
"Sleep now...we have...all the time in the world..."
He’s not sure at first what drags him up from the stupor where he has crouched in a semi-conscious state since his captor had left him. He tries to move, but there is nowhere to go, his hands bound somewhere above him. He’s aware of the cold, of the itchy spot on his stomach where the creature had come on him, of the fact that he’s in danger, but it all seems disconnected somehow.
The blood loss has him dizzy, blood loss because his tormentor had been drinking from him.
Vampire.
His mind whispers the word and a shiver runs through him. He needs to get free. Find Dean.
But his body is heavy and Sam thinks maybe Dean is better not knowing. He can escape.
“And who is ‘e escaping from, love?”
Sam looks as a cool hand caresses down his arm. He blinks, because this can’t be the face of a killer, this baby face with pretty eyes. He shakes his head as Hatter smiles. “You think I’m pretty, do you?” His hand cups Sam’s face and he licks his lips before he’s covering Sam’s mouth with his own, kissing Sam as if he owns him.
“My brother…” but Sam can’t think past those words as Hatter’s hand closes around his cock and strokes him.
“Forget him, Samuel. He can’t help you the way I can…can’t give you the things I can…”
“No…” Sam shakes his head in denial, though his cock is hardening.
“Oh, yes, Sam…yes…” He slides down Sam’s body, taking Sam’s cock into his mouth and Sam thinks maybe this is how he means to kill him, but Hatter doesn’t linger there. He slides off him and turns his face into Sam’s thigh, into the crease between thigh and groin and when he bites, Sam screams.
He feels the darkness lurking, but before he can fall into it, the vampire is pulling away, covering Sam’s body with his own, taking Sam’s mouth, filling it with blood and his tongue. Sam swallows to keep from drowning and he’s panting as Hatter’s hands move him, turn him, until he’s face down on the work bench holding him, his arms twisted painfully, but that pain is forgotten in seconds when Hatter pulls his nails down Sam’s back.
He licks up the long lines of blood, the down, over Sam’s ass, parting his cheeks and running a finger along behind his tongue. “No.” Sam yanks on his arms, trying to break free, but only succeeds in ripping the skin on his left wrist. Hatter climbs over him, licking at the fresh blood before he’s sucking Sam’s ear into his mouth.
“Do you have any idea how you taste to me, Samuel? All that anguish and desperation, all of that self-loathing…I’ve waited years for someone as delicious as you.” He slides back down, his fingers slipping through blood and pressing in against Sam’s ass. “So long for someone worthy…”
Kill me, Sam thinks, welcoming the idea of that release. It was what he deserved, before he hurt someone else.
Sam squeezes his eyes shut and gasps in pain as something pushes into him, filling his ass as pain and fire race to the spot and it takes him a minute to realizes what this is, what is happening. He screams soundlessly as Hatter fills him and lays over him, whispering madly about pleasure and pain and dancing into the darkness and Sam can’t breathe.
Hatter pets over his skin, his fingers tracing patterns only he could understand. His hips snap and Sam tries to escape, but he can not do more than bend a knee, which only serves to open him wider and Hatter laughs as he pulls out and shoves himself in again, harder than before, shoving Sam into the bench hard enough that it scrapes along the floor.
His whispering takes on a darker tone and Sam begs…begs for it to be over, for the blood to spill, for the darkness to take him, for the pain to end…but as Hatter’s teeth pierce the skin on his shoulder and the heat of Sam’s blood spills over his skin, the pain only doubles, triples, until his body shakes with the cacophony of it and his voice falls silent, the echoes of his last screams skittering away into the shadows.
