006. Acquiescence
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sethgrayTitle: Acquiescence
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: Um, R-ish?
Warnings: power play, pwp, ebil!Sammy (sorta), dirty talk
Word Count: 457
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I make no money and have no rights to the characters etc.
Prompt: Acquiescence, noun; the acceptance of something reluctantly but without protest.
“Well,” Dean growled as Sam walked into the room, “if it isn’t the Demon Jesus himself.”
Sam froze, recognizing that tone in his brother’s voice. He came fully into the room closing the door behind him.
“What’s wrong, Dean?” Sam asked cautiously.
His brother was sitting on their bed, feet in front of him.
“Oh, nothing’s wrong,” he said.
Sam sighed. “Dean.”
“Do you know what they call me, Sam?” he asked suddenly.
Feeling a headache coming on, Sam asked, “Who?”
“Them.” Dean made a vague gesture. “Your little demon fan club.”
“No,” Sam said slowly. “What do they call you?”
Dean scowled. “The Consort, Sam. The Beloved.”
“You’re mad because they love you?”
“No! I’m mad because they only love me ‘cause you love me.”
Sam was too overwhelmed by this whole situation to really register that Dean had just said those little words they never spoke aloud.
But Dean wasn’t done. “Everything they call me is only in a context dealing with you, like I’m only worth something when I’m the end of your dick. It’s…it’s—”
“Demeaning?” Sam offered.
“Yes!” Dean sat back against the headboard, crossing his arms.
Dean Winchester, scourge of the undead, monster hunter, was sprawled on his bed, arms crossed, face scrunched into a scowl. Dean was pouting. If Sam laughed his brother would kill him. Instead, he scrubbed his hands over his face. Then, he had an idea.
“So,” Sam said slowly, dropping your hands. “They love only you ‘cause of me, cause of the way you bend over for it at the slightest opportunity.”
The look his brother gave him could have killed a demon without Ruby’s knife, but Sam just grinned wickedly and started forward.
“They love you cause you get to spend all day aching from what I’ve done to you.” Sam pitched his voice low and rough.
He climbed on the bed, straddling his brother’s knees. Dean’s eyes were dark, and it was no longer just from anger.
Sam leaned in, ghosting his voice over his brother’s ear. “They love you because you’re a slut for my dick, a whore for my cock, and you fuckin’ love it.”
“Damn it, Sam, this isn’t funny.” Dean tried to keep his voice normal, and turned his head away, but Sam caught it with his fingers.
“And you do love it, Dean,” Sam finished. “Don’t even try to deny it.”
“Is this supposed to make me feel better?” Dean’s voice was gruff.
Chuckling lowly, Sam licked along his brother’s jaw. “Who cares what they think of you, Dean? They only want one thing, and that’s me. You don’t need to worry about them. So, let them worship me.”
Sam could tell the instant of Dean’s acquiescence, when he dropped his head back so his brother could have greater access. Sam drew his brother’s shirt over his head. “And I’ll worship you.”
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Still need some kind souls to contribute some prompts, please.
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: Um, R-ish?
Warnings: power play, pwp, ebil!Sammy (sorta), dirty talk
Word Count: 457
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I make no money and have no rights to the characters etc.
Prompt: Acquiescence, noun; the acceptance of something reluctantly but without protest.
“Well,” Dean growled as Sam walked into the room, “if it isn’t the Demon Jesus himself.”
Sam froze, recognizing that tone in his brother’s voice. He came fully into the room closing the door behind him.
“What’s wrong, Dean?” Sam asked cautiously.
His brother was sitting on their bed, feet in front of him.
“Oh, nothing’s wrong,” he said.
Sam sighed. “Dean.”
“Do you know what they call me, Sam?” he asked suddenly.
Feeling a headache coming on, Sam asked, “Who?”
“Them.” Dean made a vague gesture. “Your little demon fan club.”
“No,” Sam said slowly. “What do they call you?”
Dean scowled. “The Consort, Sam. The Beloved.”
“You’re mad because they love you?”
“No! I’m mad because they only love me ‘cause you love me.”
Sam was too overwhelmed by this whole situation to really register that Dean had just said those little words they never spoke aloud.
But Dean wasn’t done. “Everything they call me is only in a context dealing with you, like I’m only worth something when I’m the end of your dick. It’s…it’s—”
“Demeaning?” Sam offered.
“Yes!” Dean sat back against the headboard, crossing his arms.
Dean Winchester, scourge of the undead, monster hunter, was sprawled on his bed, arms crossed, face scrunched into a scowl. Dean was pouting. If Sam laughed his brother would kill him. Instead, he scrubbed his hands over his face. Then, he had an idea.
“So,” Sam said slowly, dropping your hands. “They love only you ‘cause of me, cause of the way you bend over for it at the slightest opportunity.”
The look his brother gave him could have killed a demon without Ruby’s knife, but Sam just grinned wickedly and started forward.
“They love you cause you get to spend all day aching from what I’ve done to you.” Sam pitched his voice low and rough.
He climbed on the bed, straddling his brother’s knees. Dean’s eyes were dark, and it was no longer just from anger.
Sam leaned in, ghosting his voice over his brother’s ear. “They love you because you’re a slut for my dick, a whore for my cock, and you fuckin’ love it.”
“Damn it, Sam, this isn’t funny.” Dean tried to keep his voice normal, and turned his head away, but Sam caught it with his fingers.
“And you do love it, Dean,” Sam finished. “Don’t even try to deny it.”
“Is this supposed to make me feel better?” Dean’s voice was gruff.
Chuckling lowly, Sam licked along his brother’s jaw. “Who cares what they think of you, Dean? They only want one thing, and that’s me. You don’t need to worry about them. So, let them worship me.”
Sam could tell the instant of Dean’s acquiescence, when he dropped his head back so his brother could have greater access. Sam drew his brother’s shirt over his head. “And I’ll worship you.”
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<---- Back to 005. Morbid or On to 007. Psychotic ---->
Still need some kind souls to contribute some prompts, please.
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