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Wednesday - Love in the Afternoon

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johnboy91719 bringing you a brand new theme today.

In honor of Wednesday being sometimes referred to as Hump Day, let's have some love in the afternoon. That's right, folks. Let's see some fics about sex. Events leading up to it, the act itself, or whatever happens afterwards. It can be sweet and innocent or naughty and raunchy. Let your mind take you wherever it wants to go, even if it's found a nice home in the gutter like mine has.

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Star Trek XI, Kirk/Bones, quickie in the sickbay
One Life to Live, Oliver/Kyle, afterglow
Dollhouse/author's choice, Victor/author's choice, Victor is the dominant one in an engagement

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I am writing him a lot lately *shamelessly self-pimps to you*. He's kind of amazing. <3

*vanishes like Batman to read you BAMF dom!Cas*

Oh, god, I fangirl you enough without you being like Batman, too!!

;-D

I've been playing Arkham Asylum so I'm in a very Batman mood Mwhahahaha!

Also, OMG! I may have to steal that icon because I love it to pieces!

I know, isn't it cute! *flails* We just bought that game, I have to give it a try.... the opening walk-for-20-minutes thing bored me to death at first too.

[Stops spamming comment_fic with inanity.]

Lol! Inanity!spam!

I didn't mind it because the Joker was all 'blah blah blah' while he was tied up and I was enjoying all the drama of it XD

Sam is stuck researching, again.

Gabriel is supposed to be helping. But Gabriel is not helping, he's the other side of the room, being distracting and lazy and everything but helpful.

Dean and Castiel are...occupied.

Sam knows as much because the walls aren't exactly thick. So he knows that his brother is next door doing pretty damn un-angelic things to an angel.

Sam should probably be horrified, or scandalised or something, something that absolutely isn't sitting here surrounded by research books with a reluctant half-erection, which he's blaming entirely on the noises Castiel is making.

Gabriel is finding the whole thing hilarious. He doesn't seem to care that Dean is currently being all flavours of blasphemous with Castiel next door. Though he certainly hasn't missed the fact that Sam is desperately trying to ignore it and failing.

Because the universe hates him and clearly Gabriel has nothing better to do than notice humiliating things about Sam and point them out at every available opportunity.

God help him he thinks he's almost used to it.

"I could take care of that if you like," the words tumble out around a smile, and there's a dirty-quick push of tongue against his upper lip. "If you ask nicely."

Sam glares the glare of death at him.

There's a wet shaky moan through the wall, too deep and too stunned to be Dean, suggesting his brother has just done something particularly blasphemous. Sam quietly hates himself a little more when half-hard becomes a distant memory.

He moves the book up a little higher so he doesn't have to look at Gabriel any more and fails to take in one word about a paragraph detailing the mating habits of werewolves.

"I hate to see you suffering Sam," Gabriel drawls out, slow and pointed. "One little please, go on, and I'll let you do whatever you like to me to work out your issues."

Sam absolutely does not have any sort of reaction to that.

"I don't have issues," he says tightly

"Hmm, you seem pretty interested in the angel getting fucked next door."

Sam swallows.

"Go away," he says flatly.

He's fairly sure Gabriel is just screwing with him and Sam kind of hates him for it.

Really hates him for it.

Because he's about three more moans away from saying to hell with it and taking him up on it. And he's fairly sure that even in the universes where Gabriel actually intended to do something he'd find a way to make him pay for it somehow.

Sam's still paying the universe for too much stuff already.

There's a quick sharp thud against the wall, and then another. Sam swallows, digs his fingers into the book and hates his brother with a passion.

The book in front of him is suddenly gone and Sam abruptly finds Gabriel closer than he has any right to be.

"It's only fair after all."

Gabriel drags his belt open.

Sam lets him.

"Come on Sam," Gabriel says quietly. Encouragement and dare. "Beg me just a little bit."

Sam's mouth is too dry to say anything. His silence brings the long wet rasp of a zipper and Gabriel is slithering up the couch, mouth so close Sam can feel every warm exhale against his face.

He takes Sam's stunned inhale as consent, hand sliding inside, warm and strong and sure and Sam makes a noise, something low and desperate.

Gabriel's fingers slid round him and he's smiling that filthy smile. Sam's hand lifts, thumb catching at Gabriel’s mouth, pressing inside. Gabriel's eyes go dark, like he knows what Sam's thinking and he approves. Sam pulls his mouth open, dragging at his lower lip and the sharp edge of his teeth and then tangles a hand in his hair and pushes his head down.

Gabriel doesn't resist. His mouth is obscene and it slides all the way down, one quick-hot push of lips and tongue. It's wet and tight and so good. It's not going to last very long at all.

Oh God.

Fuck.

Sam can't breathe and then he's gone, all the way gone, making a wet mess of Gabriel's mouth and Gabriel lets him.

Sam's left breathing shaky, pathetic little breaths, twitching and gasping.

Gabriel slides off of him and raises an eyebrow in a way that manages to be both satisfied and insufferably smug.

Sam makes an appreciative noise that sounds drunk.

There's complete silence from next door.

"I think they heard you," Gabriel says helpfully.

My god woman you're trying to break me aren't you?

Oh Gabriel we love you, you smug bastard.

*laughs* someone is going to come in here and make me stop writing porn in a minute XD

I'm glad you liked it. The word count got away from me again, it sounds a little odd because I had to machete it a bit.

I love him when he's being smug and winning things.

Oh my dear lord, you are on a roll today.

"Are you penitent?" Castiel asks smoothly.

That sent shivers up my spine, I love powerful, remember what I am Cas so damn much.

Interesting. The ending was quite sweet.

The church is crawling with witches and Sam blinks in the dim candlelight as his blindfold is finally removed. They laugh as though the Apocalypse is a game and strip him bare on the cold stone floor. He's weak, disoriented and seeing doubles. He doesn't know where to punch, where to kick and his struggles are easily suppressed.

Sam recognizes demon blood when it's offered, but as the witch paints his lips red and gory, the demon blood running through his own veins senses the difference. It tastes all wrong, wrong, wrong on his tongue even as he tries to push the witch away.

But black dots explode behind his vision and his frantic mind recedes beneath the rising high off the blood.

In retrospect, Gabriel describes his entrance with dramatic flair and makes it sound like he was breaking up an orgy of witches with Sam as the creamy nougat center.

When in actuality the door of the church splinters and his human heart stutters and skips a beat. Dean Winchester swears softly as he peaks over the Archangel's shoulder at his brother and Castiel brandishes his sword.

The chapel's decorated for a gothic wedding and Sam's walking down the aisle.

Gabriel can smell the dark magic in the air and he's moving towards Sam, shrugging off his jacket as his wings unfurl without making a conscious choice. He ignores the ache in his back as human skin gives way to preternatural wings and grabs Sam's hand, turning the hunter to face him. But Sam isn't behind those eyes, he's barely a glimmer beneath the magicked demon blood.

The spell is hollowing Sam out, growing his addiction until that's all there is left. Sam fights him, turning back to the crowing witch, teasing his hunger with a chalice filled to the brim. Shocked by the sudden appearer of an angel, but not deterred, the witches seem to believe in the friendly reader's digest version of winged saviors with harps and halos. Gabriel allows Castiel and his human to set them straight.

Sam Winchester is his only concern. They will not have him.

Gathering his grace around him like a shroud, like armor, Gabriel wraps one arm tight around Sam's waist, holding him steady at the hip. Hugging Sam's back to his chest, Gabriel reaches through the haze of the hunter's demonic need to grab Sam's very essence, pulling it back to the fore.

Human skin blisters and burns beneath his power as Gabriel tethers Sam's soul to his body, owning them both as thoroughly as he can. Sam's mouth opens to yell, but no sound comes. Instead Gabriel turns him about to capture his lips just as the rest of his muscles give in and he falls like a rag doll.

He's caught by the berth of Gabriel's wings as the Archangel's lips move over his own, asking Sam to accept his claim. Begging silently, his hand still moored to the burning imprint on Sam's hip. Finally catching on, Sam gives, he tastes of demon blood, ancient sin and bad magic and Gabriel takes it all, owns it as he wraps the hunter's exhausted, groggy form in his own discarded jacket.

"Mine." He whispers against Sam's closing eyes, the brand still pulsing beneath his touch.

That was perfect, and guh. I love the details about Gabriel's human back hurting as the wings come out, its something I never even thought of but it works so well.

In retrospect, Gabriel describes his entrance with dramatic flair and makes it sound like he was breaking up an orgy of witches with Sam as the creamy nougat center.

*laughs* Gabriel would describe it like that too, given his love for sweets.

egging silently, his hand still moored to the burning imprint on Sam's hip.

Hip marking! Oh my god, I love hip marking.

Thank you so much! This made my night.

Thank you! I'm pleased you thought so :)

This was just perfect, I love what you did there!

I have no idea what happened yesterday, I honestly don't.

I'm glad you liked it. I don't write badass Castiel enough so I was compelled to have a go.

I have no idea what happened yesterday, I honestly don't.

Whatever it was we need to bottle is and sell it. <3

*laughs*

I'm still waiting to see if there are any horrible side effects!

Maybe writing lots of hot porn is the side effect?

It's my cold medicine! Damn it knew it XD

*drugs you*

LMAO!

*Follows Breaking (http://saavikam77.livejournal.com/180052.html)

* * *

A few minutes in, and Tim's already warming up to this new addition to their repertoire. With the silk and bamboo rope--only the best available, of course--binding his wrists and forearms together behind his head, and led around to his knees, holding his legs up and spread, he feels completely open, open to Jason and anything he might want to do to him. The blindfold only seems to add to the effect, depriving him of a sense he's used to relying on, and even with the mild anxiety that comes with that, he thinks this might have to turn into a regular thing for them.

Where it once took zip strips biting into his skin and a knife held to his throat to get him to let go, the rope is gentle and solid, letting him relax fully into the play. He doesn't feel the need to be manhandled and dominated this way, just to be restrained, held in place and taken away from all the crap he deals with on a daily basis. It's good. It's a good feeling.

But just as he's getting really comfortable in his position on the bed, he feels the mattress dip beside him with Jason's weight, a hand on the center of his chest, and he can't help a sound somewhere between a startled gasp and a purr of pleasure. He thinks maybe he's liking the ropes too much, as he realizes he was actually starting to drift off there for a second while Jay finished setting up whatever he had planned.

"Don't fall asleep on me, Baby Bird," Jason chuckles from somewhere above him, his hands smoothing over Tim's chest and belly, down over his inner thighs to his cheeks and back up the undersides of his legs.

Tim shivers a little at the contrast between the warm hands and the cold air that follows in their wake, and blinks behind the blindfold. "I'm awake," he insists, though there's not really much fire behind the statement.

"You will be," Jay shoots back, and with no warning there's a cool, slick finger resting against his entrance, tracing the ring of circle before pressing inside.

Arching his back as much as the rope will allow at the sudden surprise, Tim shivers again, really awake now, and his shock is rewarded with the sharp nip of teeth on his right calf, drawing a tiny whimper out of him.

"Still, Timmy," Jason warns him, finger pressing in all the way to the second knuckle, twisting and wriggling.

"'Kay," he breathes, resisting the urge to press further down onto Jason's finger, but then there's nothing there, and he lets out a whimper at the loss before something larger and more blunt is pressing against him, demanding entry. It's hot and heavy, thick, but it's not Jason. It's...

A soft whirring fills the air, and Tim feels his insides begin to liquefy with sudden vibration, his entire body going slack with it.

Oh yes, he's starting to like rope play a lot.

* * *

Edited 2010-01-09 21:50 (UTC)

Thanks so much, I'm really glad you liked it.

Thank you, I'm really glad this worked for you. It was a great prompt, I'm a sucker for any semi-/permanent marks of ownership (sexy, incidental hip placement doesn't hurt) and it's always fun to write Gabriel.

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