Fic: Two at a Time (Supernatural)
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Title: Two at a Time
Author: sin_stained_ink
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 805.
Genre and/or Pairing: Gabriel/Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: None.
Writtn for
morganoconner during Five Acts.
“He’s going to beg,” Gabriel says against the back of Dean’s neck, and he can feel the grin, the sharp press of teeth against his skin, staying just on the right side of the line. “Make him beg for both of us.”
Cas is wide-eyed like he can’t quite believe what’s happening and Dean can kind of agree with that, since he can’t even remember how they ended up here, let alone why he agreed to this. Straddling Cas while Gabriel fucks him, hissing words that Dean doesn’t understand, in languages that he doesn’t think exist now.
He feels the touch of teeth to skin become a bite, not quite deep enough to draw blood, but there’s going to be a mark there.
Dean winces, but Gabriel laughs and thrusts forward lazily, sending a shock of pleasure through his body and- oh, God nothing should be that deep inside him.
“You can take it,” Gabriel’s voice is pitched low, with an underlying hum that reminds Dean of the first time Cas tried to talk to him. One finger brushes against Dean’s hole, where the skin’s stretched tight around Gabriel’s cock. “You can take more. Much more. Both of us.”
There’s nothing he can do but moan at that because damn... they’re going to kill him.
“Gabriel,” and Cas’ voice is a warning, but he sounds so wrecked that Dean can’t resist grinding down, skin against skin, and Cas is so hard against him that it has to hurt. “Stop putting pressure on him. If he does not wish to-”
“I’m not putting anything on him. In him, though, is another matter,” and adds another finger. “Think you’re ready?”
Dean doesn’t know who he’s talking to, but Cas doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t say anything, and Gabriel must take that as a yes because the next moment he can feel the blunt pressure of Cas’ cock pressing against his hole and- oh, God
“Don’t tempt fate,” Gabriel sniggers and Dean wonders for a moment if he’s going to something dickish and make God appear in the room because, honestly, he wouldn’t put it past him.
Then he isn’t thinking about God at all because this... this is something else.
Something in the back of Dean’s head tells him that this should hurt, that is should be more than the gentle stretch and slight burn as Cas presses in alongside Gabriel.
“Oh,” Cas whispers when Dean drops his head down until their foreheads are touching, eyes closing reflexively.
Gabriel rolls hips, as if he’s getting comfortable and Dean moans, fingers curling around the sheets. “Are you going to move or lie there all night?”
“Shut up.” This is not the time for Gabriel’s games, and if he opens his eyes and finds himself in a hospital or that Cas is now Doctor Sexy, he’s going to invent a way to kill an archangel.
It’s almost too much when Cas mimics Gabriel’s movements, sliding one hand up to tug at Dean’s hair until he raises his head and opens his eyes. Eye-to-eye with Cas and he has this soft, stunned expression on his face that Dean thinks is going to break his heart at some point, eyes almost childishly innocent.
Until he moves his hand until it’s pressed between their bodies, fingers slipping around Dean’s cock like he’s done this more than twice. Then it’s pure sensations, his entire body tingling because if there’s one thing angels are good at, it’s manipulation, and they’re turning his whole body into one huge erogenous zone, every brush of fingers against skin like a hand on his cock or a cock hitting his prostate and the actual sensations-Gabriel thrusts again and he’s vaguely aware of the two angels setting up a rhythm, Gabriel giving a constant running commentary, but his voice becoming strained.
The only reason Dean even notices when Gabriel comes is because he feels him bite into his shoulder, too far gone to complain that it’s going to bleed. Cas thrusts again and comes, closing his eyes first, but opening them almost immediately and his pupils are so blown that there’s only a thin ring of blue around his eyes.
“Dean,” he groans.
That’s it. That’s all Dean needs before he comes, thrusting into Cas’ tight grip, spurting between their bodies until he’s sated and exhausted and this is even more filthy than he thought it would be. Not caring about the mess, nudging Gabriel off and out of him before sliding- almost literally- off Cas, wincing a little at the slight sting. Screw the bite. That’s going to hurt in the morning. Dean lies down beside Cas, while Gabriel sprawls across both of him, not bothering to snap away the mess of come and sweat.
Gabriel laughs gleefully. “I told you this was a good idea.”
Author: sin_stained_ink
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 805.
Genre and/or Pairing: Gabriel/Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: None.
Writtn for
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“He’s going to beg,” Gabriel says against the back of Dean’s neck, and he can feel the grin, the sharp press of teeth against his skin, staying just on the right side of the line. “Make him beg for both of us.”
Cas is wide-eyed like he can’t quite believe what’s happening and Dean can kind of agree with that, since he can’t even remember how they ended up here, let alone why he agreed to this. Straddling Cas while Gabriel fucks him, hissing words that Dean doesn’t understand, in languages that he doesn’t think exist now.
He feels the touch of teeth to skin become a bite, not quite deep enough to draw blood, but there’s going to be a mark there.
Dean winces, but Gabriel laughs and thrusts forward lazily, sending a shock of pleasure through his body and- oh, God nothing should be that deep inside him.
“You can take it,” Gabriel’s voice is pitched low, with an underlying hum that reminds Dean of the first time Cas tried to talk to him. One finger brushes against Dean’s hole, where the skin’s stretched tight around Gabriel’s cock. “You can take more. Much more. Both of us.”
There’s nothing he can do but moan at that because damn... they’re going to kill him.
“Gabriel,” and Cas’ voice is a warning, but he sounds so wrecked that Dean can’t resist grinding down, skin against skin, and Cas is so hard against him that it has to hurt. “Stop putting pressure on him. If he does not wish to-”
“I’m not putting anything on him. In him, though, is another matter,” and adds another finger. “Think you’re ready?”
Dean doesn’t know who he’s talking to, but Cas doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t say anything, and Gabriel must take that as a yes because the next moment he can feel the blunt pressure of Cas’ cock pressing against his hole and- oh, God
“Don’t tempt fate,” Gabriel sniggers and Dean wonders for a moment if he’s going to something dickish and make God appear in the room because, honestly, he wouldn’t put it past him.
Then he isn’t thinking about God at all because this... this is something else.
Something in the back of Dean’s head tells him that this should hurt, that is should be more than the gentle stretch and slight burn as Cas presses in alongside Gabriel.
“Oh,” Cas whispers when Dean drops his head down until their foreheads are touching, eyes closing reflexively.
Gabriel rolls hips, as if he’s getting comfortable and Dean moans, fingers curling around the sheets. “Are you going to move or lie there all night?”
“Shut up.” This is not the time for Gabriel’s games, and if he opens his eyes and finds himself in a hospital or that Cas is now Doctor Sexy, he’s going to invent a way to kill an archangel.
It’s almost too much when Cas mimics Gabriel’s movements, sliding one hand up to tug at Dean’s hair until he raises his head and opens his eyes. Eye-to-eye with Cas and he has this soft, stunned expression on his face that Dean thinks is going to break his heart at some point, eyes almost childishly innocent.
Until he moves his hand until it’s pressed between their bodies, fingers slipping around Dean’s cock like he’s done this more than twice. Then it’s pure sensations, his entire body tingling because if there’s one thing angels are good at, it’s manipulation, and they’re turning his whole body into one huge erogenous zone, every brush of fingers against skin like a hand on his cock or a cock hitting his prostate and the actual sensations-Gabriel thrusts again and he’s vaguely aware of the two angels setting up a rhythm, Gabriel giving a constant running commentary, but his voice becoming strained.
The only reason Dean even notices when Gabriel comes is because he feels him bite into his shoulder, too far gone to complain that it’s going to bleed. Cas thrusts again and comes, closing his eyes first, but opening them almost immediately and his pupils are so blown that there’s only a thin ring of blue around his eyes.
“Dean,” he groans.
That’s it. That’s all Dean needs before he comes, thrusting into Cas’ tight grip, spurting between their bodies until he’s sated and exhausted and this is even more filthy than he thought it would be. Not caring about the mess, nudging Gabriel off and out of him before sliding- almost literally- off Cas, wincing a little at the slight sting. Screw the bite. That’s going to hurt in the morning. Dean lies down beside Cas, while Gabriel sprawls across both of him, not bothering to snap away the mess of come and sweat.
Gabriel laughs gleefully. “I told you this was a good idea.”