It'll Be Fun, Alice/Leverage/SPN, NC-17
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phantismaFandom: SyFy's Alice/Leverage/SPN
Title: It'll Be Fun
Charcater/Pairings: Eliot/Dean, Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2123
Summary: After Sam went missing (because a certain Vampire named Hatter had kidnapped him), Dean kept looking, coming back to the place where they'd been when he'd last saw his brother. This time, when he comes back to San Francisco, he finds a little more than he bargained for.
A/Ns & Warnings: Um....somewhere along the way, I picked up a vampire!Hatter in my Brain. Then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
orphan_project "helped" and gave him a Sam. And volunteered Eliot to keep Dean company. This follows "what remains"
Dean let himself into the bar, his eyes scanning the faces and the shadows. It wasn't like he actually expected Sam to be there. Not after all this time.
But, it was the last place he knew Sam had been. It was his only connection to the brother who had gone missing from this San Francisco bar more than a year before…which was why he kept coming back.
He headed for the bar, Sam's picture already in his hand, ready to ask around one more time to see if he'd been in since Dean had last been there.
"Well, if it isn't Dean Winchester."
Dean stopped and turned, offering a smile to the familiar face. "Eliot, you still hanging around this dump?"
"I like it here." Eliot countered, reaching out a hand to shake Dean's. "Still looking for your brother?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah."
"Let me buy you a beer." Eliot flagged down the bartender and ordered up two beers. "Where you been hiding since the last time I saw you?"
Dean eased onto the barstool, laying Sam's picture on the bar and reaching for the beer the bartender put in front of him. "Here and there, working jobs when I'm not here looking for Sam."
Eliot nodded. "You think he's still around here?"
Dean sort of shrugged. "Don't know where else to look." He could feel the gnawing despair that had driven him into a bottle more than once pulling on him. He pushed it away and drank down half the beer.
"Oh, you know, that look requires more than beer. Barkeep, bring me whiskey, and leave the bottle."
"No, really. I need to look for Sam."
Dean started to get up, but Eliot's hand on his knee kept him on the stool. "Look for Sam tomorrow. Tonight, we're going to get drunk, and I'm going to give you something else to think about. It'll be fun."
He thought about arguing, but Eliot's hand slid up onto his thigh giving Dean a not so subtle indication of what it was Eliot was after…and it had been a long time since he'd…since before Sam had disappeared…and guys weren't usually his first choice, but what he knew of Eliot promised him a rough, hard night of fucking and drinking and maybe…somehow…that was just what he needed to snap him out of the darkness building inside him.
Dean took the glass of whiskey when Eliot handed it to him and tossed it back, swallowing the burn, letting his thoughts of Sam drop back. "What the hell." Dean muttered as Eliot filled his glass again.
He chased the second one with the last of his beer. The third he didn't down quite as fast and by the fourth, Eliot's hand on his thigh had moved north and Dean's body was letting him know that it wanted what Eliot was offering.
"I got a room." Dean mumbled, hitching his thumb back toward the door. He'd gotten the same room in the same hotel as he had every time he'd come back looking for Sam…as if somehow that would help.
He shouldn't have let Sam do it. Kill Madison. Dean shook his head as Eliot helped him to the door. That was when he'd lost him. Lost Sam.
They stumbled down the street toward the hotel, Dean fumbling with the key until Eliot took it from him and shoved him against the wall next to the door. Eliot's hands were hard, his lips and teeth taking possession of Dean's mouth. The door opened and they stumbled into the room, the door closing as they pulled on clothing and hair and separated long enough to strip down, before circling in on one another again.
Eliot shoved Dean onto the bed, smirking at him as he climbed over him, pinning him. "I'm betting you like it when it hurts." Eliot growled down at him, hands pressing hard on Dean's hips. "Gonna fuck you hard."
"You talk too much." Dean grabbed for Eliot's cock, already hard and ready. "Need more than words if you think you're getting inside me."
Eliot hissed and moved his hands to Dean's thighs. He was strong, ridiculously strong, and even though Dean put up a fight, Eliot spread him open like Dean was willingly offering himself up. His cock was thick and pressing into him and Dean tried to pull away because with no prep work that was going to hurt a whole lot more than Dean liked.
Dean's hand fumbled at the bedside table, looking for the lotion he had seen there, left by some previous tenant. "Fuck, dude…just…" He got his hand on it and shoved it at Eliot who chuckled at him, but pulled back enough to smear some of it over his dick and make an exploratory finger jab into Dean to spread the lotion around.
His hands were all the harder when they pushed on Dean's thighs, rolling him back so that his ass was even more exposed. His cock was back at Dean's hole, pushing in, unrelenting even as Dean panted and his fists balled in the cheap hotel bedspread. He pushed until he was nearly half way in, then paused, holding Dean in the awkward position, smirking down at him. "Like that?"
Dean gritted his teeth and tried to squeeze his muscles around Eliot. "Like it better if you'd move."
Eliot chuckled and pulled back before shoving in again, this time managing to fill Dean completely. "I can do that." He pulled out again and shoved in all the harder. His hands eased up on Dean's thighs, not that there wouldn't be bruises come the morning, and set a stiff pace fucking into him.
Dean wrapped a hand around his own cock, stroking it in time to Eliot's thrusting. Eliot was grunting, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic, making Dean give up the attempt to come with him and hold on to the bedspread again. Eliot roared as he came, shoving into Dean so hard that Dean's head hit the headboard.
He eased back, letting Dean's legs fall back to the bed before he leaned in, licking over the sweat slicked skin of his thighs, up to his hips. Dean was panting, unconsciously trying to tilt his hips to get Eliot's mouth on his dick instead of everywhere but. Eliot didn't seem inclined to oblige right away, his mouth roaming over Dean's stomach and up to his chest.
"Was I right, Dean? A little pain turn you on?"
His eyes glittered as his tongue laved over a nipple, making it stand up hard. "Could I get you to come if I bit your nipple hard enough?" Eliot's teeth touched the hard nub of his nipple, just hard enough to pull a moan out of Dean.
It wasn't a kink he indulged often. Too dangerous really with the life he lived. Eliot bit a little harder and Dean hissed. Eliot went back to licking. Dean's eyes squeezed shut and he thrust his cock against Eliot's hip.
"What about this?" Eliot asked, turning a hand to show Dean the knife he'd somehow retrieved from under Dean's pillow. Dean's heart sped up, danger bells ringing in his head. He didn't know this guy well enough, couldn't trust…and yet he didn't let go of the bedspread, even as the blade neared his skin.
The cut was shallow, bloody, under the other nipple and Dean nearly came before Eliot lifted the knife away. Eliot's eyes met his, watching him as Eliot leaned in and licked up the cut, his tongue curling into his mouth, his eyes closing as he savored the taste. "So close…maybe another?"
Eliot moved the hand with the blade, down, slicing into Dean's thigh. Dean yelled and as Eliot's mouth closed over the wound, his tongue exploring it, Dean came hard, spilling out over his stomach. Eliot licked the come from his skin before straddling over him to kiss him, tasting of blood and come and danger.
"Not exactly what you were expecting when you walked into that bar tonight, was it?" Eliot asked.
"Not exactly." Dean confirmed, trying to push off the sudden fatigue pulling at him.
"Close your eyes, rest a bit. I'm not done with you."
Dean couldn't seem to do anything else, even though some part of him was yelling at him that he was in danger.
Everything hurt like he'd been in a fight as some familiar sound pulled him up from sleep. Slowly it occurred to him that the sound was his phone and he reached blindly for it.
The reason for the aches came in slowly as he pulled the phone to him. They'd gone at it all night, sex in various positions, cutting, biting…until he was left sated and sore.
Dean squinted at the phone, an unfamiliar number, and pressed the button to answer it. "Hello?"
"Dean."
He paused, pulled the phone away and stared at it. "Sam?"
Sam sounded relieved. "Yeah, it's me."
"Where the hell are you? I've been looking all over for you."
"I…never left San Francisco actually. I'm sorry. I…I need to see you."
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm in Frisco now. Same hotel."
"I can be there in a half hour or so."
"I'll be here."
Dean stared at the phone after Sam hung up.
"Sounds like my cue to leave."
Dean turned to find Eliot fully dressed standing in the bathroom door. "You…yeah." Dean stood slowly. "I need a shower."
Eliot smirked. "You do smell like sex."
"I can't imagine why."
Eliot held up a plain white card with black letters. "My card. If you get back this way and want…more." He put the card on the dresser and pulled Dean in, kissing him hard. His fingers found a small cut on the top of Dean's ass cheek and pressed in, making Dean hiss. "Bye."
Dean headed into the bathroom as the door closed, showering quickly. He toweled off and pulled clean jeans out of his bag. There was a knock on the door as he reached for a shirt.
Dean pulled the door open and for a moment they both just stared at one another, then Dean stepped in, pulling Sam into a hug and into the room. Sam's arms circled around him, hugging him tight, patting Dean's back when he didn't let go.
Dean exhaled and stepped back. "Damn, it's good to see you."
Sam's eyes scanned over him, then skipped to the bed. "Am I…interrupting something?" He smiled hesitantly and gestured toward the door. "I could come back."
Dean wiped the embarrassment off his face. "No need, I'm alone."
Sam chuckled. "Same old Dean, leave you alone for five minutes and you're hitting on some chick in a bar."
"It wasn't five minutes." Dean said quietly. "It's been a year."
Sam ducked his head, turning his face away. "I know. I'm sorry. I just…I needed some time. After…everything."
The room was quiet. Dean pulled his shirt on and pulled a hand through his damp hair. "So…are you…how are you?"
Sam nodded, crossed to the dresser. "I'm good. Better."
"Ready to come home?" Dean asked, hoping he kept the bitter and the hope out of his voice.
"Actually, that's why I needed to see you."
Dean didn't like the sound of that. It sounded an awful lot like the lead in to a goodbye.
"I shouldn't have left the way I did before. Without saying anything. I was pretty messed up over Madison…and I needed to get my head on straight."
"And now?" Dean asked, not looking at him.
"And now…I've met someone…and I'm happy. You should go on without me."
They were both quiet for a beat. Dean inhaled, the fury leeching into his veins as he turned. "Just like that? You disappear for a year, and pop back into my life just to tell me to leave?"
"Maybe I should have just let you continue wasting your life looking for me?" Sam turned to look at him. "Look at yourself. You look like shit, all cut up, bruised…from what? Some ghost or ghoul or another werewolf? I don't want that, Dean. Not anymore."
"This? This is nothing." Dean covered the bruises on his arm from Eliot's manhandling the night before. "I've had worse."
"Yeah, I remember." Sam crossed to where Dean was standing, pulling Dean into a hug. "I love you, man, I do. But I can't go with you anymore." He pulled back, smiling at Dean with that dorky geek smile of his. "You should come out with us tonight. We'll be at that bar around the corner from here. Bring whoever was with you last night. We can double date." His grin widened, his tongue poking out between his teeth. "It'll be fun."
Title: It'll Be Fun
Charcater/Pairings: Eliot/Dean, Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2123
Summary: After Sam went missing (because a certain Vampire named Hatter had kidnapped him), Dean kept looking, coming back to the place where they'd been when he'd last saw his brother. This time, when he comes back to San Francisco, he finds a little more than he bargained for.
A/Ns & Warnings: Um....somewhere along the way, I picked up a vampire!Hatter in my Brain. Then
orphan_project "helped" and gave him a Sam. And volunteered Eliot to keep Dean company. This follows "what remains"Dean let himself into the bar, his eyes scanning the faces and the shadows. It wasn't like he actually expected Sam to be there. Not after all this time.
But, it was the last place he knew Sam had been. It was his only connection to the brother who had gone missing from this San Francisco bar more than a year before…which was why he kept coming back.
He headed for the bar, Sam's picture already in his hand, ready to ask around one more time to see if he'd been in since Dean had last been there.
"Well, if it isn't Dean Winchester."
Dean stopped and turned, offering a smile to the familiar face. "Eliot, you still hanging around this dump?"
"I like it here." Eliot countered, reaching out a hand to shake Dean's. "Still looking for your brother?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah."
"Let me buy you a beer." Eliot flagged down the bartender and ordered up two beers. "Where you been hiding since the last time I saw you?"
Dean eased onto the barstool, laying Sam's picture on the bar and reaching for the beer the bartender put in front of him. "Here and there, working jobs when I'm not here looking for Sam."
Eliot nodded. "You think he's still around here?"
Dean sort of shrugged. "Don't know where else to look." He could feel the gnawing despair that had driven him into a bottle more than once pulling on him. He pushed it away and drank down half the beer.
"Oh, you know, that look requires more than beer. Barkeep, bring me whiskey, and leave the bottle."
"No, really. I need to look for Sam."
Dean started to get up, but Eliot's hand on his knee kept him on the stool. "Look for Sam tomorrow. Tonight, we're going to get drunk, and I'm going to give you something else to think about. It'll be fun."
He thought about arguing, but Eliot's hand slid up onto his thigh giving Dean a not so subtle indication of what it was Eliot was after…and it had been a long time since he'd…since before Sam had disappeared…and guys weren't usually his first choice, but what he knew of Eliot promised him a rough, hard night of fucking and drinking and maybe…somehow…that was just what he needed to snap him out of the darkness building inside him.
Dean took the glass of whiskey when Eliot handed it to him and tossed it back, swallowing the burn, letting his thoughts of Sam drop back. "What the hell." Dean muttered as Eliot filled his glass again.
He chased the second one with the last of his beer. The third he didn't down quite as fast and by the fourth, Eliot's hand on his thigh had moved north and Dean's body was letting him know that it wanted what Eliot was offering.
"I got a room." Dean mumbled, hitching his thumb back toward the door. He'd gotten the same room in the same hotel as he had every time he'd come back looking for Sam…as if somehow that would help.
He shouldn't have let Sam do it. Kill Madison. Dean shook his head as Eliot helped him to the door. That was when he'd lost him. Lost Sam.
They stumbled down the street toward the hotel, Dean fumbling with the key until Eliot took it from him and shoved him against the wall next to the door. Eliot's hands were hard, his lips and teeth taking possession of Dean's mouth. The door opened and they stumbled into the room, the door closing as they pulled on clothing and hair and separated long enough to strip down, before circling in on one another again.
Eliot shoved Dean onto the bed, smirking at him as he climbed over him, pinning him. "I'm betting you like it when it hurts." Eliot growled down at him, hands pressing hard on Dean's hips. "Gonna fuck you hard."
"You talk too much." Dean grabbed for Eliot's cock, already hard and ready. "Need more than words if you think you're getting inside me."
Eliot hissed and moved his hands to Dean's thighs. He was strong, ridiculously strong, and even though Dean put up a fight, Eliot spread him open like Dean was willingly offering himself up. His cock was thick and pressing into him and Dean tried to pull away because with no prep work that was going to hurt a whole lot more than Dean liked.
Dean's hand fumbled at the bedside table, looking for the lotion he had seen there, left by some previous tenant. "Fuck, dude…just…" He got his hand on it and shoved it at Eliot who chuckled at him, but pulled back enough to smear some of it over his dick and make an exploratory finger jab into Dean to spread the lotion around.
His hands were all the harder when they pushed on Dean's thighs, rolling him back so that his ass was even more exposed. His cock was back at Dean's hole, pushing in, unrelenting even as Dean panted and his fists balled in the cheap hotel bedspread. He pushed until he was nearly half way in, then paused, holding Dean in the awkward position, smirking down at him. "Like that?"
Dean gritted his teeth and tried to squeeze his muscles around Eliot. "Like it better if you'd move."
Eliot chuckled and pulled back before shoving in again, this time managing to fill Dean completely. "I can do that." He pulled out again and shoved in all the harder. His hands eased up on Dean's thighs, not that there wouldn't be bruises come the morning, and set a stiff pace fucking into him.
Dean wrapped a hand around his own cock, stroking it in time to Eliot's thrusting. Eliot was grunting, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic, making Dean give up the attempt to come with him and hold on to the bedspread again. Eliot roared as he came, shoving into Dean so hard that Dean's head hit the headboard.
He eased back, letting Dean's legs fall back to the bed before he leaned in, licking over the sweat slicked skin of his thighs, up to his hips. Dean was panting, unconsciously trying to tilt his hips to get Eliot's mouth on his dick instead of everywhere but. Eliot didn't seem inclined to oblige right away, his mouth roaming over Dean's stomach and up to his chest.
"Was I right, Dean? A little pain turn you on?"
His eyes glittered as his tongue laved over a nipple, making it stand up hard. "Could I get you to come if I bit your nipple hard enough?" Eliot's teeth touched the hard nub of his nipple, just hard enough to pull a moan out of Dean.
It wasn't a kink he indulged often. Too dangerous really with the life he lived. Eliot bit a little harder and Dean hissed. Eliot went back to licking. Dean's eyes squeezed shut and he thrust his cock against Eliot's hip.
"What about this?" Eliot asked, turning a hand to show Dean the knife he'd somehow retrieved from under Dean's pillow. Dean's heart sped up, danger bells ringing in his head. He didn't know this guy well enough, couldn't trust…and yet he didn't let go of the bedspread, even as the blade neared his skin.
The cut was shallow, bloody, under the other nipple and Dean nearly came before Eliot lifted the knife away. Eliot's eyes met his, watching him as Eliot leaned in and licked up the cut, his tongue curling into his mouth, his eyes closing as he savored the taste. "So close…maybe another?"
Eliot moved the hand with the blade, down, slicing into Dean's thigh. Dean yelled and as Eliot's mouth closed over the wound, his tongue exploring it, Dean came hard, spilling out over his stomach. Eliot licked the come from his skin before straddling over him to kiss him, tasting of blood and come and danger.
"Not exactly what you were expecting when you walked into that bar tonight, was it?" Eliot asked.
"Not exactly." Dean confirmed, trying to push off the sudden fatigue pulling at him.
"Close your eyes, rest a bit. I'm not done with you."
Dean couldn't seem to do anything else, even though some part of him was yelling at him that he was in danger.
Everything hurt like he'd been in a fight as some familiar sound pulled him up from sleep. Slowly it occurred to him that the sound was his phone and he reached blindly for it.
The reason for the aches came in slowly as he pulled the phone to him. They'd gone at it all night, sex in various positions, cutting, biting…until he was left sated and sore.
Dean squinted at the phone, an unfamiliar number, and pressed the button to answer it. "Hello?"
"Dean."
He paused, pulled the phone away and stared at it. "Sam?"
Sam sounded relieved. "Yeah, it's me."
"Where the hell are you? I've been looking all over for you."
"I…never left San Francisco actually. I'm sorry. I…I need to see you."
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm in Frisco now. Same hotel."
"I can be there in a half hour or so."
"I'll be here."
Dean stared at the phone after Sam hung up.
"Sounds like my cue to leave."
Dean turned to find Eliot fully dressed standing in the bathroom door. "You…yeah." Dean stood slowly. "I need a shower."
Eliot smirked. "You do smell like sex."
"I can't imagine why."
Eliot held up a plain white card with black letters. "My card. If you get back this way and want…more." He put the card on the dresser and pulled Dean in, kissing him hard. His fingers found a small cut on the top of Dean's ass cheek and pressed in, making Dean hiss. "Bye."
Dean headed into the bathroom as the door closed, showering quickly. He toweled off and pulled clean jeans out of his bag. There was a knock on the door as he reached for a shirt.
Dean pulled the door open and for a moment they both just stared at one another, then Dean stepped in, pulling Sam into a hug and into the room. Sam's arms circled around him, hugging him tight, patting Dean's back when he didn't let go.
Dean exhaled and stepped back. "Damn, it's good to see you."
Sam's eyes scanned over him, then skipped to the bed. "Am I…interrupting something?" He smiled hesitantly and gestured toward the door. "I could come back."
Dean wiped the embarrassment off his face. "No need, I'm alone."
Sam chuckled. "Same old Dean, leave you alone for five minutes and you're hitting on some chick in a bar."
"It wasn't five minutes." Dean said quietly. "It's been a year."
Sam ducked his head, turning his face away. "I know. I'm sorry. I just…I needed some time. After…everything."
The room was quiet. Dean pulled his shirt on and pulled a hand through his damp hair. "So…are you…how are you?"
Sam nodded, crossed to the dresser. "I'm good. Better."
"Ready to come home?" Dean asked, hoping he kept the bitter and the hope out of his voice.
"Actually, that's why I needed to see you."
Dean didn't like the sound of that. It sounded an awful lot like the lead in to a goodbye.
"I shouldn't have left the way I did before. Without saying anything. I was pretty messed up over Madison…and I needed to get my head on straight."
"And now?" Dean asked, not looking at him.
"And now…I've met someone…and I'm happy. You should go on without me."
They were both quiet for a beat. Dean inhaled, the fury leeching into his veins as he turned. "Just like that? You disappear for a year, and pop back into my life just to tell me to leave?"
"Maybe I should have just let you continue wasting your life looking for me?" Sam turned to look at him. "Look at yourself. You look like shit, all cut up, bruised…from what? Some ghost or ghoul or another werewolf? I don't want that, Dean. Not anymore."
"This? This is nothing." Dean covered the bruises on his arm from Eliot's manhandling the night before. "I've had worse."
"Yeah, I remember." Sam crossed to where Dean was standing, pulling Dean into a hug. "I love you, man, I do. But I can't go with you anymore." He pulled back, smiling at Dean with that dorky geek smile of his. "You should come out with us tonight. We'll be at that bar around the corner from here. Bring whoever was with you last night. We can double date." His grin widened, his tongue poking out between his teeth. "It'll be fun."
