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slashthedrabble challenge #57 - Old Challenges Revisited
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darkhavensAuthor: darkhavens
Title: Bruises
Pairing/Fandom: Sam/Dean, Supernatural
Rating: NC-17/Adult
Words: 500
Challenge revisited: #2 - UST or A Pairing You Have Never Written Before.
Spoilers: References the first episode.
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Wincest
Summary: Dad was gone, and Dean needed Sam. Could he be enough?
Notes: My first Supernatural ficlet. I am sure it will not be my last.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
literati is my fic petter and cheering squad. Thanks, darlin'.
Bruises
The bruises on Sam's back sang with every breath but he couldn't quite bring himself to move onto his side. They grounded him, reminded him that this was real, that Dean was in the bed next to his; they were together again.
So, maybe the marks this time were made for different reasons, but - Dean had touched him, twice now. The first time, back ho… back there, with painful blows and tight grips, and then again, later, on the bridge, all flash and fury.
But it was real - he shifted, feeling every inch of purpling skin - not just another dream that turned to dust on waking. This time Dean was close enough that Sam could hear him breathe, slow, deep sighs that left Sam shivering in the moonlight.
Fighting the urge to reach out - to touch, to wake, to beg - Sam pressed hungry fingertips into the fresh marks on his thighs, and remembered.
Sweat-soaked, limbs quivering with welcome, enforced tension, fingers locked in spasm around the headboard bars - Sam was in heaven, but also in hell.
"Tell me."
Dean's hands clamped tighter on the backs of Sam's thighs, fingers buried knuckle-deep in muscle.
He thrust hard, eyes locked on Sam's in a relentless battle of wills.
"Tell me - you're - not - going - to college."
Even as his body arched into every frantic thrust, Sam bit his tongue and refused to give his brother the words that longed to slip free.
"Say it!"
Hipbones clashed, locked, slid, and then Dean shifted, freeing one hand to strip Sam's cock with knowing ease.
"Can't leave us… Can't leave me. Can't - leave - this!"
Sam's eyes screamed as he came, his knuckles sharp through skin as white as paper, fingers trying to drill new holes into old oak boards.
Dean followed him over the precipice, riding out the spasms as Sam's internal muscles fluttered and clenched around his cock. One more thrust. Two. A third, and he was done, collapsing to one side, half-covering Sam, who didn't mind at all.
Sam opened his mouth, finally willing to say, 'You were right. I can't leave you. I love you.'
The sound of a key turning in the front door sealed his fate, as Dean's reaction locked his mouth tighter than before.
In seconds his brother was up and off the bed, shimmying into sweatpants and the shirt he'd tossed away with unholy glee not an hour before.
"Dad's home! Gotta see how it went."
And he was gone, leaving Sam tangled in damp sheets, sweat and come drying on his skin. Alone.
He'd never come first.
Their dad, the hunt, even the mother he couldn't quite remember - all of that was more important to Dean than he would ever be. He couldn't live like that.
Come dawn he was gone.
Sam bit his fist and shuddered his way to climax, joints locked to keep the motel bed from shrieking out his secret.
Was it different now?
Dad was gone, and Dean needed him.
Could he be enough?
Title: Bruises
Pairing/Fandom: Sam/Dean, Supernatural
Rating: NC-17/Adult
Words: 500
Challenge revisited: #2 - UST or A Pairing You Have Never Written Before.
Spoilers: References the first episode.
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Wincest
Summary: Dad was gone, and Dean needed Sam. Could he be enough?
Notes: My first Supernatural ficlet. I am sure it will not be my last.
literati is my fic petter and cheering squad. Thanks, darlin'. Bruises
The bruises on Sam's back sang with every breath but he couldn't quite bring himself to move onto his side. They grounded him, reminded him that this was real, that Dean was in the bed next to his; they were together again.
So, maybe the marks this time were made for different reasons, but - Dean had touched him, twice now. The first time, back ho… back there, with painful blows and tight grips, and then again, later, on the bridge, all flash and fury.
But it was real - he shifted, feeling every inch of purpling skin - not just another dream that turned to dust on waking. This time Dean was close enough that Sam could hear him breathe, slow, deep sighs that left Sam shivering in the moonlight.
Fighting the urge to reach out - to touch, to wake, to beg - Sam pressed hungry fingertips into the fresh marks on his thighs, and remembered.
Sweat-soaked, limbs quivering with welcome, enforced tension, fingers locked in spasm around the headboard bars - Sam was in heaven, but also in hell.
"Tell me."
Dean's hands clamped tighter on the backs of Sam's thighs, fingers buried knuckle-deep in muscle.
He thrust hard, eyes locked on Sam's in a relentless battle of wills.
"Tell me - you're - not - going - to college."
Even as his body arched into every frantic thrust, Sam bit his tongue and refused to give his brother the words that longed to slip free.
"Say it!"
Hipbones clashed, locked, slid, and then Dean shifted, freeing one hand to strip Sam's cock with knowing ease.
"Can't leave us… Can't leave me. Can't - leave - this!"
Sam's eyes screamed as he came, his knuckles sharp through skin as white as paper, fingers trying to drill new holes into old oak boards.
Dean followed him over the precipice, riding out the spasms as Sam's internal muscles fluttered and clenched around his cock. One more thrust. Two. A third, and he was done, collapsing to one side, half-covering Sam, who didn't mind at all.
Sam opened his mouth, finally willing to say, 'You were right. I can't leave you. I love you.'
The sound of a key turning in the front door sealed his fate, as Dean's reaction locked his mouth tighter than before.
In seconds his brother was up and off the bed, shimmying into sweatpants and the shirt he'd tossed away with unholy glee not an hour before.
"Dad's home! Gotta see how it went."
And he was gone, leaving Sam tangled in damp sheets, sweat and come drying on his skin. Alone.
He'd never come first.
Their dad, the hunt, even the mother he couldn't quite remember - all of that was more important to Dean than he would ever be. He couldn't live like that.
Come dawn he was gone.
Sam bit his fist and shuddered his way to climax, joints locked to keep the motel bed from shrieking out his secret.
Was it different now?
Dad was gone, and Dean needed him.
Could he be enough?
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on 2006-01-04 03:08 am (UTC)I wish that I had soe type of experience to go along with the names and faces that you guys have shown me. I am interested. Really, really interested.
Good work!
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on 2006-01-15 02:38 am (UTC)I think it's a fandom that lends itself to darker fic, and not only because of the brothercest. It's wonderful!
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on 2006-01-04 03:16 am (UTC)Love the tone of this, babe. The pairing lends itself to so much yummy angst as well as humour. Which is your next assignment :D
♥
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on 2006-01-15 02:39 am (UTC)Humour, huh? I think i can manage that, maybe even for
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on 2006-01-04 04:01 am (UTC)I love it, silent need and angst.
*smooch*
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on 2006-01-04 04:27 am (UTC)This was all yummy and dark and I'd never though of Sam feeling like he came second to Dean. Interesting. :)
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on 2006-01-15 02:44 am (UTC)Thanks!
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on 2006-01-04 04:33 am (UTC)Wincest. Hee!
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on 2006-01-15 02:45 am (UTC)I fell for the show itself and still haven't read that much of the fic, but there are some good pieces out there. Enjoy!
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on 2006-01-15 02:48 am (UTC)I got addicted over xmas and well, they are just so pretty and angsty. Who could resist?
Thanks!
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on 2006-01-04 06:12 pm (UTC)I'm wondering is it different?
I've just got so many questions.
Just because the method of delivery was different does that make it different?
Then it makes me think of Dean. What does Dean want? What does he need? What is Sam to him?
Goodness I hope there's more.
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on 2006-01-15 02:49 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-01-06 02:30 am (UTC)*sigh* I'm so glad you've joined the madness that is Wincest. :)
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on 2006-01-07 05:57 pm (UTC)Yum.
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on 2006-01-07 06:54 pm (UTC)This fic is so hot... And so angsty. Dean's ferocity in bed, and these lines...
Sam opened his mouth, finally willing to say, 'You were right. I can't leave you. I love you.'
The sound of a key turning in the front door sealed his fate, as Dean's reaction locked his mouth tighter than before.
You make me appreciate the versatility of the word "guh" with this ;D
I can't wait to read whatever you write for these boys next.
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on 2006-01-15 02:56 am (UTC)These boys have so much potential for angst and heat and 'guh', I can't resist them.
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on 2006-01-13 06:55 am (UTC)This was great! I love the tension and the angst. Thank you. :)
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on 2006-01-15 02:59 am (UTC)When I was introduced to the fandom, I was given this link to fic: http://wordsmiths.net/Maygra/spnindex.html. I haven't read it all, but the pieces I have read were good. I hope you enjoy them!
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on 2006-03-29 09:13 pm (UTC)Very powerful, thank you for sharing!
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on 2006-04-17 02:48 am (UTC)I have a bruise kink (that spills over into a bite kink for obvious reasons *g*), so quite often any one of my boys can be seen sporting bitemarks or bruises they got during sex. They look so pretty! :D
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on 2006-05-17 08:11 pm (UTC)Thank you! :D
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on 2007-06-24 03:10 am (UTC)It's a sign of Sam's youth and relative emotional inexperience that he believes this.
I really liked this story. I don't normally care for fics that have a pre-Stanford, established relationship; but this works in Sam's departure very well & helps account for some of the estrangement from his family.
The way Sam relishes his bruises as a sign of how much Dean needs him now, and the palpable longing that is all through the fic makes this fic just a bit dark but very sensual. I can see your Sam testing Dean, pushing him in an attempt to *make* him claim Sam.
I haven't read a lot of fics where *Sam's* the one in the needy position pre-Stanford, so it's nice to see this.
Pesti
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on 2007-07-31 01:59 am (UTC)It's a sign of Sam's youth and relative emotional inexperience that he believes this.
That was it exactly, that he was so young and just didn't understand. (He wasn't ready to understand.)
Needy Sam seems to push a lot of my buttons, much moreso than the more popular needy Dean fics out there. Having him wind Dean up until he snaps is such a winderufl way to pass the time. *g*
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on 2008-05-21 03:13 am (UTC)I'm trolling back through the archives, looking for happier-than-Season-three-finale-fics and I'm really happy to have stumbled upon this one. Yes, it's hurtful, but it's also tightly written, beautifully paced, and powerfully imagined. Thanks for sharing!
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on 2008-06-03 06:26 am (UTC)I am still trying to recover from marathoning the last 3 episodes of S3. That final scene was a real Hellraiser moment and I'm still having flashbacks. I hope you found plenty of fic to cheer you up. *g*