Fundamentally Altered, 5/5, Sam/Dean
Apr. 26th, 2006 04:57 amAuthor: darkhavens
Title: Fundamentally Altered, 5/5
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17 overall
Words: 365 (1450 in total)
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 #5 - resolution.
Also posted here.
Stage #1 - Desire, stage #2 - Excitement, stage #3 - Plateau of Arousal, stage #4 - Orgasm.
You can start from the beginning, Desire, (all stages are linked internally,) or read the final stage here.
The adrenaline has faded and the urgency is quashed now the edge is off your hunger, at least for the moment. You can feel every tremble as it works through his frame, every muffled sob and sigh, every half-assed attempt to pull away. You're not having that shit, not now.
You keep him close and turn you both towards the car, and he lets you lead without a word. That freaks you out - he's never been the biddable type; he always manages to ask that one question you've not thought to find the answer for. He's good at that.
The ride back to the motel is made in total silence. He's pressed so hard against the door he's almost hanging out the window. It's not as funny as it should be.
It's ten feet from the door to the bathroom, but you could swear he covers it in one stride. You hear the bolt snick home before you've even put your bag down.
The loud pounding of the water doesn't muffle all the sobs.
You peel down to shorts and tee shirt and you wait, stripping down the guns you used tonight and cleaning them.
You try your best not to react to the way he doesn't look at you - not once - when he comes out. Instead, you take your turn under the showerhead, sluicing off the only proof you have of what you've done.
It disappears in an instant.
The towel is rough again your skin; you use it violently, trying to flay the guilt from your soul with cheap cotton. It doesn't work.
When you come out, he's turned away from you, curled in on himself, in a knot. You take the other bed.
You're not sure what time it is when you feel the blankets lift, feel that long, gangly body easing in behind you. It's been forever since you touched.
You feel his curls on your neck; hear him whispering apologies, lips warm against your nape.
Your answer is the tangling of your fingers with his, the intertwining of your legs with his longer limbs. You braid your flesh with his so tightly you will never get free.
Title: Fundamentally Altered, 5/5
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17 overall
Words: 365 (1450 in total)
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, stage #3 - Plateau of Arousal, stage #4 - Orgasm.
You can start from the beginning, Desire, (all stages are linked internally,) or read the final stage here.
The adrenaline has faded and the urgency is quashed now the edge is off your hunger, at least for the moment. You can feel every tremble as it works through his frame, every muffled sob and sigh, every half-assed attempt to pull away. You're not having that shit, not now.
You keep him close and turn you both towards the car, and he lets you lead without a word. That freaks you out - he's never been the biddable type; he always manages to ask that one question you've not thought to find the answer for. He's good at that.
The ride back to the motel is made in total silence. He's pressed so hard against the door he's almost hanging out the window. It's not as funny as it should be.
It's ten feet from the door to the bathroom, but you could swear he covers it in one stride. You hear the bolt snick home before you've even put your bag down.
The loud pounding of the water doesn't muffle all the sobs.
You peel down to shorts and tee shirt and you wait, stripping down the guns you used tonight and cleaning them.
You try your best not to react to the way he doesn't look at you - not once - when he comes out. Instead, you take your turn under the showerhead, sluicing off the only proof you have of what you've done.
It disappears in an instant.
The towel is rough again your skin; you use it violently, trying to flay the guilt from your soul with cheap cotton. It doesn't work.
When you come out, he's turned away from you, curled in on himself, in a knot. You take the other bed.
You're not sure what time it is when you feel the blankets lift, feel that long, gangly body easing in behind you. It's been forever since you touched.
You feel his curls on your neck; hear him whispering apologies, lips warm against your nape.
Your answer is the tangling of your fingers with his, the intertwining of your legs with his longer limbs. You braid your flesh with his so tightly you will never get free.
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on 2006-04-26 04:20 am (UTC)First?
Firrrrssst!
Okay this...
That lump you see on the floor? Me.
You so killed me with that last paragraph.
I just love the desperation of it.
So other than that fantastic little series.
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on 2006-04-26 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-26 04:38 am (UTC)I like the way you weigh words. There's this precise tension running throughout and I like the way you resolve it in the end. The last sentence is perfect.
♥
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on 2006-04-26 05:23 am (UTC)Last line? Yisssss.
So, so lovely.
:)
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on 2006-04-27 06:31 am (UTC)OH MY!!
This was beautiful, dear... Absolutely spectacular...
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on 2006-04-27 10:38 am (UTC)♥
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on 2006-04-28 01:28 am (UTC)they left me all speechless...
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on 2006-04-28 09:30 am (UTC)Really lovely little series, hon. And, as has been said before, the last line is beyond perfect. :)
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on 2006-04-29 07:57 pm (UTC)oo teh angst!
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on 2006-05-01 02:21 am (UTC)Thanks for writing this. :)
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on 2006-05-17 06:19 pm (UTC)I love the idea of them tangled up together like that.
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on 2006-05-17 06:27 pm (UTC)I can spend ages flicking through my dictionary/thesaurus searching for the perfect word to make a sentence work the way I want it to. Actually, I can spend ages flicking through it, just cos. *g*
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on 2006-05-17 06:29 pm (UTC)They so pretty when they hurt. And when they snuggle up together in bed. :D
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on 2006-05-17 06:34 pm (UTC)Thanks.
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on 2006-05-17 06:38 pm (UTC)Sam is such an emo boy I just know he'd need time to sulk and brood before coming back to cuddle. *g*
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on 2006-05-17 06:40 pm (UTC)Speechless is good. *hands you pen and paper, just in case* *g*
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on 2006-05-17 06:42 pm (UTC)*spam spam spammity spamming your inbox* *g*
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on 2006-05-17 06:43 pm (UTC)These boys were built for angst... and porn. *g*
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on 2006-05-17 06:43 pm (UTC)They angst so prettily I can't resist.
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on 2006-05-17 06:44 pm (UTC)Thankee!
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on 2006-05-17 06:49 pm (UTC)*g* You're not the only one. It seems to be a few people's night for answering comments. At least it gives me a good reason not to watch the football. ;o)
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on 2006-05-17 06:57 pm (UTC)I never watch footie. I've become adept at avoiding televised sports. DLs help a lot. ;)
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on 2006-05-17 08:36 pm (UTC)I didn't realise I'd fb to you so much in the last month until my Inbox started to look like a bomb had hit it.
Bet you didn't love your DLs so much before you got broadband. ;)
let's try that again, shall we? *g*
on 2006-05-17 08:47 pm (UTC)*purrs* Thankee
You fbed so much because I lured you in with my wincesty wiles and you had to catch up. *is gleeful*
Ooh, *thinky-face* Have you read my Supernatural gen kidfic (http://darkhavens.livejournal.com/134817.html)? It's not on my wincest tag so it's easy to miss. (Yes, it was a shock for me too - it was meant to be wincest, it just didn't get that far. *g*)
I could barely dl a complete MP3 before my connection would cut out on dialup, so dling whole episodes was a distant dream. *g*
*smooches and runs back to the shrinking mountain of fb*
Re: let's try that again, shall we? *g*
on 2006-05-17 09:10 pm (UTC)Wickedness, thy name is
I loved it! Thank you for the pointer, sweetie. Now you'll have more to fb to. *g*
You can whittle down all that fb. I have faith. My fav trifandom writer can do anything. (I skate lightly over the HP and send hugs to
Re: let's try that again, shall we? *g*
on 2006-05-17 09:14 pm (UTC)I too skate lightly over the HP. She's an evil one, she is. She even got me to talk myself into needing an H/D icon to post the set, which will just encourage her to wheedle for more. I'm dooooooooooomed.
And thanks! *smooch*
Your icon is adorable. :D
Re: let's try that again, shall we? *g*
on 2006-05-17 09:26 pm (UTC)Yeah, but gotta love Lit, as you do. I will not read. *lalalala not reading* Probably.
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on 2006-05-18 02:21 am (UTC)oops..
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on 2008-06-19 03:55 am (UTC)Speak for yourself.
XD
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on 2008-06-24 08:36 pm (UTC)