Paint the Sky, Supernatural, NC-17
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phantismaFandom: Supernatural
Title: Paint the Sky
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A follow on to of sorts to the "Points" and "Pieces" Verse. Dean and Sam explore the what and when of their relationship...
Warnings/Author's Notes: Just when I thought they were gone...I fall asleep and they invade me again...evil!Sam and evil!Dean and death, mayhem, destruction...and sex...or a hand job at least.
The fire burns the night sky, and Dean can only think how beautiful the orange and red are against the black. The town below them is decimated. Everyone who isn’t dead or dying is running. Mostly on foot because Sam blew up anything that had fuel in it. The rich family whose house they’d taken over still lived, solely because they had information Sam wanted and Dean had said the daughter was pretty.
Dean blinks a little as something new explodes, and if he squints he can make out the terrorized people running through the night…but he doesn’t squint. He stands at the window and waits, right where Sam had left him two hours before. He hasn’t moved, hasn’t thought about moving.
Everything is so different now…so much simpler…there were no fine lines, no decisions. There was Sam and there were orders…there was nothing else that mattered. The roadhouse was a week ago, but it could have been a lifetime…forever. He still tastes her in his dreams and it mixes with the taste of Sam’s come on his tongue…with the shrieks as they burned it down, with the fiery kiss of Sam’s skin on his.
The girl has stopped her sobbing, which makes everything easier. The noise hurt his head. He’d tried to tell her that the less noise she made, the better everything would be. Sam hadn’t been gentle with her, and when he’d been done with her, he’d left her there on the bed, left her sobbing and begging Dean to do something, as if her still being alive hadn’t been his idea in the first place.
He closes his eyes as the feeling of Sam slides over his skin. The girl is sobbing again and the smell of Sam is strong as he comes to stand behind Dean, gazing out the window at the ruin. “What do you see, Dean?”
Dean breathes deep, drawing the scent into himself, pulling the heat over him like a blanket. “Beauty.” Dean says. He wants to lean back, against Sam, to feel the tower of power Sam has become. “The colors…”
Sam sighs. “Yes. They are nice.” His hands are gentle as they ghost over Dean’s bare arms. “We’re nearly through here. I have what I wanted.”
Dean doesn’t answer, just waits, his eyes half closed. “We can go anywhere you like Dean. We can do anything.”
Sam’s hands circle around Dean’s waist, over his hips. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
“I have what I want.” Dean responds, drawing Sam’s hands down to his hard cock.
He feels Sam’s smile on the back of his neck and he leans forward, baring it, giving himself all over again. There are fingertip shaped bruises there, and Sam’s lips press against them each in turn. “What about the pretty plaything over there? Don’t you want her?” He turns them so Dean can see the girl on the bed.
“If it pleases you to see me with her.” Dean replies and Sam laughs.
“What have I done to you Dean?”
Dean feels a flare of defiance, something he hasn’t felt since…he doesn’t really remember when. “Nothing, Sam. I chose this. I chose you.”
Sam’s smirk is deadly and Dean feels the fingers of his power at his throat. “Did you? Was that before or after I fucked you into a stupor and ripped through your darkest secrets?”
Dean turns to meet his eyes. “Before. The very first time.”
Sam’s face turns serious now. “The first time, what?”
Dean sighs and lowers his eyes, slides them down over Sam’s body, down to his own nakedness. “The first time I let you into my bed, Sam. I chose you then. I gave you everything that night….do you remember? You were fifteen.”
Sam’s face softens and he pulls Dean closer, his hand going back to Dean’s cock. “You let me fuck you, I remember that.”
“I never could say no to you for long.”
“No, you really couldn’t.” Sam strokes along his length idly. “What about now? You’ve given yourself to me…to play with…to treat as I like…”
“As if I could stop you?” His tone wasn’t harsh, it was just a statement.
“I didn’t have to make you kill the girl, you know?” Sam says after a long moment of silence. “I can see into your mind, I know your every thought. It just gave me pleasure to watch you do it…to see you rape her while her mother watched…to see how you would try to please me.” Dean shivered under his hands, remembering the hard on Sam had when he sank to his knees, remembering the taste of Jo’s blood in his mouth alongside the taste of Sam’s cock and come.
“I know.” Dean responds, his eyes closing.
“Did you like it?” Sam asks, his voice low and dark. “The killing? Did you Dean? The feeling of her life draining away, into you?”
There’s some small part of himself that still denies it, but as he opens his eyes and focuses them on his brother, he can feel the rush, the heat. “Yes,” he whispers and Sam’s grin is fierce.
“That’s my boy. Come for me baby…come for me and we’ll paint the sky with it.”
Title: Paint the Sky
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A follow on to of sorts to the "Points" and "Pieces" Verse. Dean and Sam explore the what and when of their relationship...
Warnings/Author's Notes: Just when I thought they were gone...I fall asleep and they invade me again...evil!Sam and evil!Dean and death, mayhem, destruction...and sex...or a hand job at least.
The fire burns the night sky, and Dean can only think how beautiful the orange and red are against the black. The town below them is decimated. Everyone who isn’t dead or dying is running. Mostly on foot because Sam blew up anything that had fuel in it. The rich family whose house they’d taken over still lived, solely because they had information Sam wanted and Dean had said the daughter was pretty.
Dean blinks a little as something new explodes, and if he squints he can make out the terrorized people running through the night…but he doesn’t squint. He stands at the window and waits, right where Sam had left him two hours before. He hasn’t moved, hasn’t thought about moving.
Everything is so different now…so much simpler…there were no fine lines, no decisions. There was Sam and there were orders…there was nothing else that mattered. The roadhouse was a week ago, but it could have been a lifetime…forever. He still tastes her in his dreams and it mixes with the taste of Sam’s come on his tongue…with the shrieks as they burned it down, with the fiery kiss of Sam’s skin on his.
The girl has stopped her sobbing, which makes everything easier. The noise hurt his head. He’d tried to tell her that the less noise she made, the better everything would be. Sam hadn’t been gentle with her, and when he’d been done with her, he’d left her there on the bed, left her sobbing and begging Dean to do something, as if her still being alive hadn’t been his idea in the first place.
He closes his eyes as the feeling of Sam slides over his skin. The girl is sobbing again and the smell of Sam is strong as he comes to stand behind Dean, gazing out the window at the ruin. “What do you see, Dean?”
Dean breathes deep, drawing the scent into himself, pulling the heat over him like a blanket. “Beauty.” Dean says. He wants to lean back, against Sam, to feel the tower of power Sam has become. “The colors…”
Sam sighs. “Yes. They are nice.” His hands are gentle as they ghost over Dean’s bare arms. “We’re nearly through here. I have what I wanted.”
Dean doesn’t answer, just waits, his eyes half closed. “We can go anywhere you like Dean. We can do anything.”
Sam’s hands circle around Dean’s waist, over his hips. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
“I have what I want.” Dean responds, drawing Sam’s hands down to his hard cock.
He feels Sam’s smile on the back of his neck and he leans forward, baring it, giving himself all over again. There are fingertip shaped bruises there, and Sam’s lips press against them each in turn. “What about the pretty plaything over there? Don’t you want her?” He turns them so Dean can see the girl on the bed.
“If it pleases you to see me with her.” Dean replies and Sam laughs.
“What have I done to you Dean?”
Dean feels a flare of defiance, something he hasn’t felt since…he doesn’t really remember when. “Nothing, Sam. I chose this. I chose you.”
Sam’s smirk is deadly and Dean feels the fingers of his power at his throat. “Did you? Was that before or after I fucked you into a stupor and ripped through your darkest secrets?”
Dean turns to meet his eyes. “Before. The very first time.”
Sam’s face turns serious now. “The first time, what?”
Dean sighs and lowers his eyes, slides them down over Sam’s body, down to his own nakedness. “The first time I let you into my bed, Sam. I chose you then. I gave you everything that night….do you remember? You were fifteen.”
Sam’s face softens and he pulls Dean closer, his hand going back to Dean’s cock. “You let me fuck you, I remember that.”
“I never could say no to you for long.”
“No, you really couldn’t.” Sam strokes along his length idly. “What about now? You’ve given yourself to me…to play with…to treat as I like…”
“As if I could stop you?” His tone wasn’t harsh, it was just a statement.
“I didn’t have to make you kill the girl, you know?” Sam says after a long moment of silence. “I can see into your mind, I know your every thought. It just gave me pleasure to watch you do it…to see you rape her while her mother watched…to see how you would try to please me.” Dean shivered under his hands, remembering the hard on Sam had when he sank to his knees, remembering the taste of Jo’s blood in his mouth alongside the taste of Sam’s cock and come.
“I know.” Dean responds, his eyes closing.
“Did you like it?” Sam asks, his voice low and dark. “The killing? Did you Dean? The feeling of her life draining away, into you?”
There’s some small part of himself that still denies it, but as he opens his eyes and focuses them on his brother, he can feel the rush, the heat. “Yes,” he whispers and Sam’s grin is fierce.
“That’s my boy. Come for me baby…come for me and we’ll paint the sky with it.”
