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interpretthis) wrote2007-10-06 01:07 pm
Fic: An Exploration of Sin
Author: interpretthis
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Wincest!
Spoilers: 3x01 – “The Magnificent Seven”
Summary: Imagine they’d not captured Envy, but Lust…
Notes: Please forgive (& mention!) any horrendous flouts to cannon. The pilot ep & 3x01 are the only two I’ve seen. Which basically means a major SPN marathon in the near future, pour moi.
“So,” the demon woman’s voice was low, laced with an air of seduction that kept the hunters on their guard, “you’ve figured me out, have you? Know which one I am yet?”
The answer was obvious, and yet the four others present held it back, struggling with themselves, some letting their eyes shift away from her beautiful countenance for fear of acting on fatal temptation. Dean spat it out in a rush, his eyes the only two reckless enough to stand their ground.
“Lust.”
Her laugh was high. It sent a shiver through everyone present, grating on their senses with a heavy, metallic sort of forcefulness, sparking a slow burn in low places. All eyes had been pulled in to lay on her now, and they watched, transfixed, as she threw her head back, exposing her long, pale neck and letting her blonde hair fly back in droves. She stopped suddenly, wringing her neck back into place with inhuman like speed, fixing them all with her gaze, smirking slowly, eyes dark and heavy with thrill in the low light as she pulled a long finger into the heat of her mouth, rolling it across rosy lips and down the thin column of her neck to skid across the high, uncovered dip of her breast. Her voice was low and delighted in the dim.
“You want...all of you. So much.”
Her words hung thick in the palpable air. She waited, fixing them each in turn with her stare.
“Me, first of all.” Lust pouted and caressed a breast, letting them see the hard peak of a nipple form through her thin top. “You all want me. But that’s not as fun, really, when one considers what else you want…who else you want.” Her eyes flashed slowly between Sam and Dean, lips curling in sick pleasure. Dean clenched his fist, eyes fixed on the deadly woman. He could hear Sam breathing heavily from his right, could feel Tamara and Bobby standing stock-still behind him.
“Sam Winchester.” The woman’s eyes roved to the younger brother, raking him up and down hungrily. “How long have you wanted him now? Months? Years, perhaps?”
Sam whimpered, eyes horrified, face a golden mask of fear in the dim lamp-light.
“I thought so.” Lust’s voice rang with triumph. Dean’s eyes narrowed, hardly daring to look at Sam. The woman fixed him, Dean, with those dark, possessed eyes, though it was plain when next she spoke that her words were for Sam alone. “Why don’t you go get him then?”
Dean didn’t know what hit him. One moment he was locked in a fierce trance with a demon and the next he was being thrown into the slatted wall, a long, hard body pressed to his own, hungry lips finding his and crushing, the bulge of his brother’s hard cock jutting out against his hip. A million thoughts burst through his mind and out, leaving one to sear fiercely against his eyelids: Want him.
Sam groaned low, again and again, sucking at his brother’s full lip, nipping at the smooth bud in the middle, taking Dean’s tongue hungrily, thin fingers grasping his chin and holding it tight. He could hear Lust moaning and giggling from behind him, felt Bobby and Tamara’s stares heavy on his back and ignored them. Dean squirmed against him, their cocks chafing together through jean. Their kissing slowed and their foreheads fell together and Dean spoke against his lips - “Sammy.” – and then it was he, Sam, crushed to the wall, face-forward, Dean’s still-clothed cock settling into the pulsing curve of his ass. “Please.”
Dean’s hands scrabbled around Sam’s waist to work at his jeans, freeing the clasp and pushing them down to his ankles, grabbing his boxers along the way. Sam braced himself against the wall, ass trembling in the soft light as Dean went to work on his own jeans. Dean’s heavy cock jutted out immediately, bobbing up to lay in the low crack of Sam’s ass, thick between his younger brother’s legs, just touching the curve of Sam’s balls. “Fuck, Sammy.”
“Just do it.”
Dean braced himself against his brother’s hole, pushing in slowly, barely registering Sam’s low hiss as heat engulfed his cock. Something told him to wait, to give Sam time to adjust, but the voice from behind him was louder, egging him on, and he was much more inclined to follow it.
Dean pulled back and thrust forward again, pulsing deep into Sam’s core, breath hitching in his chest. He felt Sam’s low moan in his mind, saw the curve of his back tense and still, watched his hands clench, white against the splintered wood wall. He thrust and looked on as one of those hands disappeared, imagined Sam palming his thick cock in the darkness. Lust clouded Dean’s mind, laughing in his ears, pulsing through his veins, setting him off deep inside his brother. Dean held himself in, eyes on Sam as his brother moaned low in his throat, throwing his head back with a shiver.
When it was all over – when Lust had been exorcised and Bobby and Tamara had muttered their understanding – Sam and Dean were left alone. The girl’s body lay prone in the chair, glassy eyes shut, shoulders slumped.
Sam cleared his throat.
“You think we should bury her?”
Dean grunted, leaning back against the window pane. “There’ll be more. We might as well wait.”
Sam turned to look at his brother, a stoic shadow against the blue-black backdrop of the night outside. “None like that one.”
“I sure as fuck hope not,” Dean shifted, re-crossing his arms against his chest.
“Don’t you?” Sam’s stare was demanding, expectant, searching.
Dean stared back, face a hard mask of non-expression. The demon-Isaac screamed from the woods and he flinched, moving away from the window and towards the door. “We’d better go.”
“Wait,” Sam grabbed his elbow, stilling him in place.
“Sam, not -”
“Now. You haven’t got the luxury of time anymore Dean.” Dean felt Sam’s eyes boring into him, his brother’s hiss low against his ear. “These demons – these sins – they don’t create their sins in others. They intensify them. She said it herself.”
“So now we’re supposed to believe the bitch?”
“Believe me.”
“Sam -”
“Believe me.”
There was a long, charged pause.
“I do.”
Dean shifted his head to look back at his younger brother. Sam loosed his grip on Dean’s elbow. “I believe you Sammy.”
Sam took Dean in his arms, knowing Dean would tense up but not caring.
“Shame’s not a sin, Dean.”
Dean inhaled deeply. They could hear Isaac’s body plodding up the stairs outside. Dean let the breath out with a heavy sigh.
“I’m not ashamed, Sammy.”
Sam felt Dean’s shoulders relax, felt his older brother’s arms snake around him and hold him tight.
“I’m not ashamed.”
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That was intense.
And awesome.
And hot.
And you need to watch more supernatural.
Now! *shoos and gives a box of popcorn*
although your characterization was dead on ^.^
'Mazing *g*
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Yeah, I'm so having a marathon. I've managed to track down a friend with the DVDs, so all is good.
And thanks so much - I'm really thrilled about the characterization - that's a fabulous comment! ♥
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And heh. Yep. They were basically all in a trance (of sorts), so I'm figuring those two weren't as disturbed as they would normally have been (if at all ;P).
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Thanks for reading! ♥
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NICE!
Love what you did here, altering the episode and making it your own. HAWT!
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Love the ending!
Thanks!
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*skanky hoes run away in fear*
Sam: Yeah you run away.
:P
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/fangirl lameness
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It is going to be AWESOME and such.
Thanks for reading. ♥
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Great job! Particularly since you'd only seen 2 episodes when you wrote this. Very hot-just the way I like it! *grin* Adding it to memories, keep up the great work!
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*iconlove*