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17 January 2006 @ 01:23 pm
Supernatural FanFiction: Truths Spoken in Anger, Chapter 3  
Author: HalfshellVenus
Category: Sam/Dean (slash)
Rating: R
Spoilers: Skin (but mostly AU)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were.
Archive: Ask first


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Sam’s head finally lifted slightly and he smiled at Dean, and that was the last thing in the world Dean expected. He’d watched Sam wake up hundreds of times, and on occasion they were even wound around each other just like this. But Sam had always casually pulled back. It was never a complete rejection, but there was always the feeling that he was undoing a mistake, that it wasn’t quite where he wanted to be.

Sam’s smile right now was so full, so accepting, that Dean was afraid to move lest he shatter some kind of spell.

Sam’s fingertips brushed over Dean’s shoulder gently, and then his attention was drawn to his own skin, exposed and slightly chilling in the air.

“So, were you trying to have your wicked way with me while I slept?” Sam teased.

Dean sputtered out a denial. “No! I—No! I would never do that!”

Sam laughed, and ducked his head, leaning into Dean’s neck. “It’s all right Dean, relax—really.” Sam’s fingers brushed Dean’s throat as he looked up at him again. “I didn’t say I minded,” he pointed out.

“What?” Dean heard the squeak in his own voice, and winced. Why was it so easy for Sam to make him feel like a complete idiot?

“I might need some psycho from the legions of hell to point it out to me, but I’m not completely blind now to what’s going on.”

Dean’s mind struggled with the distraction of Sam’s body against his, and the intense look Sam was giving his lower lip. “What do you mean, what’s going on?”

“Well…” Sam rocked his hip against Dean, making contact with the erection Dean had hoped was long gone. “This, for instance.”

“Um,” Dean began hopelessly, searching for inspiration, and why was Sam looking at him now like he was the cutest thing ever?

When Sam’s mouth suddenly covered his own, Dean stopped caring about details and dignity and everything else. His body became one with the long moan that was stretching out of him at this touch. Sam’s thumb gently caressed Dean’s lip as he kissed through it, through Dean and they lost themselves in each other.

Sam’s mouth moved down to Dean’s neck, nuzzling, nipping and sucking at the skin there while Dean forgot to move. The hand opening his jeans and sliding inside brought him back in a hurry, and he grabbed Sam’s wrist.

“Wait,” Dean said breathlessly. “I don’t want you rushing into anything. Not after what happened. We should slow down, take it easy.” He looked down into Sam’s eyes, searching for any signs of uncertainty. “You have to be sure this is what you want. Not just what you think I want.”

Sam’s laughter was not the answer Dean expected. “Dean. I’m practically naked here. I’ve been sucking on your tongue, and I’m halfway to jerking you off. Do you seriously think I’m confused about what’s going on?”

“Well okay, no,” Dean said. “I just want to be sure you won’t regret this later.”

Sam’s hand stroked Dean through his jeans, and Dean nearly swallowed his own tongue.

“Dude? Not looking for a Dr. Phil moment here. Shut up.” And Sam’s kiss silenced Dean’s words, his doubts and his thoughts.

Sam had pushed down the jeans, and was grasping Dean now, stroking and pulling while his tongue worshipped Dean’s mouth. The hand on his back warmed and caressed Sam’s naked skin, and the hand pushing on his ass was pulling the towel out between them. Dean guided Sam on top of him, trapping their hardness between them, and the clumsy friction swept through Sam like a jolt. This was the single hottest thing that had ever happened to him, and he gathered Dean up against him, kissing him, thrusting against his belly and rubbing them both together.

The little noises Dean was making into his mouth tore through Sam, and then he was spilling all over Dean’s stomach, warming the space between them with a slick and luxuriant heat.

And then the feeling of that tight, wet pressure made Dean bite down on Sam’s lip as he climaxed suddenly, his arms trapping Sam against him. “Oh, Sammy… Sammy” Dean breathed, and his own name floated back to him as the world fell away.


(next chapter)
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The Grammarian about whom your mother warned you.acostilow on January 17th, 2006 11:23 pm (UTC)
::falls off bed::

The hotness...dear lord above in heaven, the hotness...

::scrambles away from lightning strike::

Um...anyway...
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean slash: icon by Nevcolleilhalfshellvenus on January 17th, 2006 11:25 pm (UTC)
The hotness...dear lord above in heaven, the hotness...

::scrambles away from lightning strike::


Hee! Glad you enjoyed it :-D

My excuse for any Brothercest is pretty much "The Hotness made me do it."

Are we back to hos over bros?lissa_bear on January 18th, 2006 12:58 am (UTC)
I was going to wait until I got to the last chapter to comment, but after reading this one I had to stop and let you know that I'm about to pass out over here!

Like the ever brilliant Paris Hilton would say, That's hot! So hot!

Sam’s thumb gently caressed Dean’s lip as he kissed through it, through Dean and they lost themselves in each other.


I love this line...great imagery. And I love Sam's Dr. Phil comment.

Are you trying to melt me over here?

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean slash: icon by Nevcolleilhalfshellvenus on January 18th, 2006 03:30 am (UTC)
Are you trying to melt me over here?

Yes, that would totally be my evil plan!

I melt myself when I write the Wincest. How can you not?

Paris Hilton is a mentally deficient 'Ho. BUT, she's right about the boy-kissing. Mmmmmmmmmm.

Glad you liked this! After all, this IS the chapter with the sex in it, and I was hoping people would have fun with it. :-D
Are we back to hos over bros?lissa_bear on January 18th, 2006 03:44 am (UTC)
Paris Hilton is a mentally deficient 'Ho

Yes, she is deeply stupid and also, quite the ho-bag! I love her death scene in house of wax. Like my boyfriend Bill Maher says, "You can't be famous for nothing. Paris Hilton can't be in the papers anymore unless she kills someone, marries J.Lo, or OD's. Also, her head is too small and she only has one facial expression."

Shelly Websterrestless_jedi on January 25th, 2006 01:43 am (UTC)
*squeak*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean slash: icon by Nevcolleilhalfshellvenus on January 25th, 2006 03:07 am (UTC)
Yeah, baby!
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internetimpertinence on February 11th, 2006 01:59 am (UTC)
That was so, so good. And also hot. You're making the ride to hell fun. ;)

“Um,” Dean began hopelessly, searching for inspiration, and why was Sam looking at him now like he was the cutest thing ever?

Hm...possibly because he is! *g* Seriously, I'm loving this fic. Agressive!Sam is to die for.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean slash: icon by Nevcolleilhalfshellvenus on February 11th, 2006 05:48 am (UTC)
That was so, so good. And also hot. You're making the ride to hell fun. ;)
Thank you. But it IS the Special Hell. So far from ordinary :)

Seriously, I'm loving this fic. Agressive!Sam is to die for.

Glad you're liking it! I actually just love it when Sam tweaks Dean back, and messes with his mind. Because Dean's usually the one dishing that out, but when it comes back to him, he tends to get... befuddled. Go Sam!