what remains, Syfy's Alice/SPN, NC-17
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phantismaFandom: SyFy's Alice/SPN
Title: what remains
Charcater: Hatter/Sam Winchester
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 892
Summary: Sam is strung out, close to death....Hatter isn't ready to let him go...
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. WARNINGS: CHARACTER DEATH, of a sort.
Broken china lays around him, some child's tea set, used and discarded, cracked, shattered. The blanket is dirty with dried come and dried blood and engine oil beneath him. He can see into the dark, can feel the weight of it, can taste the tea Hatter has given him, still at the back of his throat.
He craves more, searches out the broken remnants of his cup, of the pot, licking the porcelain in desperation.
Hatter laughs and Sam turns, looking for him, holding a hand out in supplication. "Please…"
The shadows shift and Hatter grins at him, his face pale, his eyes fire. "My you're eager tonight." Hatter glides on the dark, moves close enough to caress Sam's cheek. "I do love the taste of your tears, Samuel." Hatter lifts his hand and licks it, licks away the tears Sam was unaware of.
"Please…" Sam repeats, his voice cracked, his throat raw from screaming and begging and crying alone as the need clawed through him, all else burning away in the face of it.
"Soon, my pet. Soon." Hatter coos, caressing him, guiding him back to the dirty blanket. His hands pet over Sam's skin, over scars and scabs, bruises and bit marks, the only signs Sam has of the passing of time. Weeks…months…he isn't sure…the time is irrelevant to the need, to the promise Hatter makes him to free him from the pain, to ease the suffering. Hatter's nails catch on a partially healed wound and he rips it open.
Sam shifts under him, but doesn’t try to pull away. Hatter's lips close over the blood, his tongue probes the wound and Sam whimpers, his cock filling with the pain. Hatter chuckles and slides down, his mouth on Sam's hip. He licks over the skin, teasing before he bites, almost delicately and Sam whines, arching up, pressing his body closer.
Hatter laughs and pets over the weeping wound, spreading blood over Sam's skin. "Do you want me to make it better, Samuel?" Hatter asks, climbing over Sam, straddling his chest. His own cock is hard and it touches Sam's chin. Sam lifts his head, his eyes on Hatter's.
"Please…" He wants to plead, wants the words to make Hatter do more than squat over him…but all he has left is please…please…and he knows it isn't enough…knows Hatter likes the way he tastes when he hurts, when his body is stretched and strained and ready to falter…almost as much as he likes the taste of his tears, of his anguish…for it was the anguish that brought them together, that brings Sam to the brink of himself, the loss of so much of himself he can not bear to keep what remains.
Jessica, Madison, Dean, his father…they are all distant thoughts, nearly forgotten, though if he closes his eyes, if he lets himself sink into the black place inside him he can feel them…feel the disappointment, the anger, the fear…they would hate what he has become…this desperate, desolate creature begging to die.
Hatter's hand pets his face. "No, not die, Samuel. I am going to make you live." His voice is a whisper, crazed and frantic. "Do you want to live, Samuel? Forever."
"Please…" The word fails, falls back in his throat and he would reach for Hatter as he moves, pull him back, make him understand, but his arms are heavy and thick on the floor and Hatter is biting again, spreading Sam's legs open, licking the skin of his inner thigh, searching out the perfect place
His teeth sink into flesh and Sam's eyes roll closed. Blood slips past Hatter's lips, and Sam wonders if he isn't already dead, there is no heat in the blood, only wetness, but then Hatter is drinking, and Sam's cock spills out onto his stomach.
"Please…" Sam begs weakly, falling toward the dark as Hatter empties him, hollows him out and when he is done there will be nothing left of Sam, only a shell, only a remnant.
"Not yet…" Hatter whispers, his body covering Sam now, his cock invading Sam. "I'm going to make it better Samuel, all better…you'll never hurt again…"
Sam groans as Hatter fucks him, but then there's something warm on his lips and he thinks for a moment Hatter has finally relented and given him the tea…but this is so much more. Sam's lips open and color explodes inside him, the taste of summer and winter and roses and whiskey and Hatter…he swallows greedily, forgetting all else but the taste until the flow stops and Hatter is coming and laughing and Sam's body contracts, burns, freezes….dropping him from a thousand feet into a deep, dark hole.
He wakes with a gnawing hunger, a burning need, an awareness that everything is different. Hatter squats across the room, waiting, watching. He laughs as Sam sits up, his eyes scanning the room. It is as dark as it was when he first came here, but now it matters little. Sam can see the deepest corners, the tiniest detail.
Sam stands, naked and strong and no longer broken. Hatter bounds across the room, leaping to him, legs wrapping around Sam's waist. "'Ello, pet. Feeling better?"
Sam's smile is slow. He cocks his head to the side. "Feeling…hungry."
Hatter's kiss is vicious, teeth scraping Sam's lips. "Well then, let's go find us some supper."
Title: what remains
Charcater: Hatter/Sam Winchester
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 892
Summary: Sam is strung out, close to death....Hatter isn't ready to let him go...
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. WARNINGS: CHARACTER DEATH, of a sort.Broken china lays around him, some child's tea set, used and discarded, cracked, shattered. The blanket is dirty with dried come and dried blood and engine oil beneath him. He can see into the dark, can feel the weight of it, can taste the tea Hatter has given him, still at the back of his throat.
He craves more, searches out the broken remnants of his cup, of the pot, licking the porcelain in desperation.
Hatter laughs and Sam turns, looking for him, holding a hand out in supplication. "Please…"
The shadows shift and Hatter grins at him, his face pale, his eyes fire. "My you're eager tonight." Hatter glides on the dark, moves close enough to caress Sam's cheek. "I do love the taste of your tears, Samuel." Hatter lifts his hand and licks it, licks away the tears Sam was unaware of.
"Please…" Sam repeats, his voice cracked, his throat raw from screaming and begging and crying alone as the need clawed through him, all else burning away in the face of it.
"Soon, my pet. Soon." Hatter coos, caressing him, guiding him back to the dirty blanket. His hands pet over Sam's skin, over scars and scabs, bruises and bit marks, the only signs Sam has of the passing of time. Weeks…months…he isn't sure…the time is irrelevant to the need, to the promise Hatter makes him to free him from the pain, to ease the suffering. Hatter's nails catch on a partially healed wound and he rips it open.
Sam shifts under him, but doesn’t try to pull away. Hatter's lips close over the blood, his tongue probes the wound and Sam whimpers, his cock filling with the pain. Hatter chuckles and slides down, his mouth on Sam's hip. He licks over the skin, teasing before he bites, almost delicately and Sam whines, arching up, pressing his body closer.
Hatter laughs and pets over the weeping wound, spreading blood over Sam's skin. "Do you want me to make it better, Samuel?" Hatter asks, climbing over Sam, straddling his chest. His own cock is hard and it touches Sam's chin. Sam lifts his head, his eyes on Hatter's.
"Please…" He wants to plead, wants the words to make Hatter do more than squat over him…but all he has left is please…please…and he knows it isn't enough…knows Hatter likes the way he tastes when he hurts, when his body is stretched and strained and ready to falter…almost as much as he likes the taste of his tears, of his anguish…for it was the anguish that brought them together, that brings Sam to the brink of himself, the loss of so much of himself he can not bear to keep what remains.
Jessica, Madison, Dean, his father…they are all distant thoughts, nearly forgotten, though if he closes his eyes, if he lets himself sink into the black place inside him he can feel them…feel the disappointment, the anger, the fear…they would hate what he has become…this desperate, desolate creature begging to die.
Hatter's hand pets his face. "No, not die, Samuel. I am going to make you live." His voice is a whisper, crazed and frantic. "Do you want to live, Samuel? Forever."
"Please…" The word fails, falls back in his throat and he would reach for Hatter as he moves, pull him back, make him understand, but his arms are heavy and thick on the floor and Hatter is biting again, spreading Sam's legs open, licking the skin of his inner thigh, searching out the perfect place
His teeth sink into flesh and Sam's eyes roll closed. Blood slips past Hatter's lips, and Sam wonders if he isn't already dead, there is no heat in the blood, only wetness, but then Hatter is drinking, and Sam's cock spills out onto his stomach.
"Please…" Sam begs weakly, falling toward the dark as Hatter empties him, hollows him out and when he is done there will be nothing left of Sam, only a shell, only a remnant.
"Not yet…" Hatter whispers, his body covering Sam now, his cock invading Sam. "I'm going to make it better Samuel, all better…you'll never hurt again…"
Sam groans as Hatter fucks him, but then there's something warm on his lips and he thinks for a moment Hatter has finally relented and given him the tea…but this is so much more. Sam's lips open and color explodes inside him, the taste of summer and winter and roses and whiskey and Hatter…he swallows greedily, forgetting all else but the taste until the flow stops and Hatter is coming and laughing and Sam's body contracts, burns, freezes….dropping him from a thousand feet into a deep, dark hole.
He wakes with a gnawing hunger, a burning need, an awareness that everything is different. Hatter squats across the room, waiting, watching. He laughs as Sam sits up, his eyes scanning the room. It is as dark as it was when he first came here, but now it matters little. Sam can see the deepest corners, the tiniest detail.
Sam stands, naked and strong and no longer broken. Hatter bounds across the room, leaping to him, legs wrapping around Sam's waist. "'Ello, pet. Feeling better?"
Sam's smile is slow. He cocks his head to the side. "Feeling…hungry."
Hatter's kiss is vicious, teeth scraping Sam's lips. "Well then, let's go find us some supper."
