'Fundamentally Altered', 3/5 for
stagesoflove R2 - Arousal, #2 Plateau of Arousal
Apr. 12th, 2006 02:40 amAuthor: darkhavens
Title: Fundamentally Altered, 3/5
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17 overall
Words: 321
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Graphic Wincest
Summary: Repeated near-death experience would affect us all.
Notes: Written for
stagesoflove 2006, Round 2, 'Five Stages of Sexual Arousal', stage #3 - Plateau of Arousal.
Also posted here.
Stage #1 - Desire, stage #2 - Excitement.
It's fast and furious, hunger raw like open wounds; every touch burns and scourges, cleans and purifies. There's nothing left but need and now, the base imperative to rut, to fuck, to totally consume and be consumed. It's insane, and you don't give a damn.
There's no time for naked, that's for later - if there is a later, and you're still not sure of that. There's no time for soft and gentle, tender kisses and caresses, it's a fire beneath your skin, incandescent.
Words are shapeless, harsh amorphous echoes scattering from your mouth and his in fevered gasps. You don't need to hear to understand. You can't bear to pull away to frame them properly.
His tongue's ambrosia on your tongue; his breath's the air that sustains you. His lips are berry ripe and lush, a lure - irresistible - you have to gnaw and suck and taste. He fights to do the same to you.
Hands are everywhere - ass and hair and jaw and groin, grasping, pulling, cradling, teasing. Too much, and still not enough.
Boots knock together, digging in to find the perfect spot, the optimum point of leverage - and there it is. Traction. Friction. The press and slide of seam, of zipper, quite unyielding on your cock. The pain is sweet. You return the favor.
You're riding the thigh he's forced between yours as he rubs off on your hipbone, his pelvis butting hard against your own.
You're so close, almost there, and from the stuttering of his breath you know he's right there with you. You could stay like this for hours, and you will do one day soon, but the buzzing in your ears, in your bones, in your soul, tells you this is not the time. You just need something, just the tiniest extra push to send you flying over the edge - freefalling into white space.
"Dean."
"Sam."
And that's enough.
Part Four
Title: Fundamentally Altered, 3/5
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17 overall
Words: 321
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Graphic Wincest
Summary: Repeated near-death experience would affect us all.
Notes: Written for
Also posted here.
Stage #1 - Desire, stage #2 - Excitement.
It's fast and furious, hunger raw like open wounds; every touch burns and scourges, cleans and purifies. There's nothing left but need and now, the base imperative to rut, to fuck, to totally consume and be consumed. It's insane, and you don't give a damn.
There's no time for naked, that's for later - if there is a later, and you're still not sure of that. There's no time for soft and gentle, tender kisses and caresses, it's a fire beneath your skin, incandescent.
Words are shapeless, harsh amorphous echoes scattering from your mouth and his in fevered gasps. You don't need to hear to understand. You can't bear to pull away to frame them properly.
His tongue's ambrosia on your tongue; his breath's the air that sustains you. His lips are berry ripe and lush, a lure - irresistible - you have to gnaw and suck and taste. He fights to do the same to you.
Hands are everywhere - ass and hair and jaw and groin, grasping, pulling, cradling, teasing. Too much, and still not enough.
Boots knock together, digging in to find the perfect spot, the optimum point of leverage - and there it is. Traction. Friction. The press and slide of seam, of zipper, quite unyielding on your cock. The pain is sweet. You return the favor.
You're riding the thigh he's forced between yours as he rubs off on your hipbone, his pelvis butting hard against your own.
You're so close, almost there, and from the stuttering of his breath you know he's right there with you. You could stay like this for hours, and you will do one day soon, but the buzzing in your ears, in your bones, in your soul, tells you this is not the time. You just need something, just the tiniest extra push to send you flying over the edge - freefalling into white space.
"Dean."
"Sam."
And that's enough.
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on 2006-04-17 05:24 pm (UTC)I've never seen SGA so I can't comment on that. As for Mums... Mine told me recently, during the umpteenth time of watching Pirates of the Caribbean, that she doesn't agree with me on the OBVIOUS slash between Captain Jack Sparrow and Will Turner. (I mean come on, that's not even subtext! That's TEXT! *lol*)
No, she said it was quite clear that Jack was doing Norrington. O.O
I almost fell off the couch. :D
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on 2006-04-17 05:46 pm (UTC)I tend to see Jack/Will too but I have friends who swear by (and write) Jack/Norrington (Sparrington!).
If you like a show with subtext to spare (there's an entire episode where Rodney acts like a jealous lover because John is flirting with an alien goddess), and vampires (okay so they're space vampires which look like gothic catfish and they feed through the palm of their hand, but hey, vampires!), then SGA is worth a look. ;)
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on 2006-04-17 06:04 pm (UTC)*coughas if that stopped me from watching Supernaturalcough*
I have to ask this blatantly stupid question: SGA is Stargate Atlantis? *squints and waits to be mocked*
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on 2006-04-17 06:08 pm (UTC)And there will be no teasing - I've had to ask similar questions of other fandoms. *g*
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on 2006-04-17 06:13 pm (UTC)I can't wait for Supernaturalk to come out on DVD. Isn't that odd? It's not even finished its first season!
Speaking of unsinished first seasons, have you seen Firefly?