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tamingthemuseTitle: Caretakers
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blue_icy_rose
Rating: R, on its way to NC-17
Word Count: 521
Spoilers: Um...you'll need to have seen the beginning of season 2 for SPN at least.
Warnings: AU, slash
Summary: Spike and Dru know exactly what Dean and Sam need at the moment.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Notes: I don't even know if anyone remembers this series but this is really just an interlude anyway. Either way, hope you enjoy!
Previous Parts
Dean moaned as Spike trailed his teeth over his chest and smirked up at him before he pulled back. Dean narrowed his eyes slightly and glared at him.
“You’re kind of a bastard, you know that?” He let out an unneeded breath when Spike simply raised an eyebrow at him before laughing and reaching for the waistband of his jeans.
“I’ve been told that,” Spike said. He leaned down. “I seem to remember we were right about here when we were interrupted last time.” Before Dean could say anything, Spike trailed a hand down Spike’s chest and over his stomach before unbuttoning Dean’s jeans and tugging them down his hips until Dean was able to kick them off the edge of the bed.
“Such pretty colors,” Dru whispered to Sam, her mouth against his ear. She rolled him onto his back and tilted his head back. “Look at you, pet, your colors swirl together. I could paint pictures with it.”
“Spike?” Sam gasped.
“Busy, Sam,” Spike muttered, lips moving against Dean’s neck.
“Spike,” he repeated. “Dru?”
Spike paused and turned to look at Sam and Dru, smiling as he realized that Sam had remembered Spike’s one rule and had taken the time to make sure it was still okay.
“Yes,” was all he said. He nodded at Sam before turning back to Dean. “Your brother is a bit of a pain sometimes, isn’t he?”
“Since he was a kid,” Dean agreed. “Now, less talking, damn it.”
Spike smirked. “Bossy.” He gripped Dean’s hair in one hand and used it to pull him up so that he could kiss him. Spike kissed him until Dean was pressing up against him, bucking his hips, before he pulled away and then glanced over to where Gordon was still tied to a chair. “Pay attention, mate, you might learn a thing or two. Not that you’ll get a chance to use it.”
“He’s green,” Dru announced. “Never had what we have.” She arched her back as Sam slid a hand up and under her dress. “Poor lost boy, he feels sorry for himself.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “He should get over it,” he muttered. “If he weren’t such an asshole, maybe he wouldn’t have that problem.” As he talked, he yanked Spike’s shirt off and tossed it to the side. He grinned at the sight of Spike’s unmarked skin and raised his eyes to Spike’s, a silent question in his eyes.
Spike nodded and then, as Dean pressed his forehead against Spike’s chest, wrapped a hand around Dean’s dick, feeling the way his eyelashes fluttered closed.
“Such a pretty canvas you make,” Dru murmured to Sam. She raked her nails over his chest, leaving red marks behind. “I want to mark you.”
“Yes,” Sam moaned. He gripped her hips, pressing her down against him, taking in the way she practically purred from the pressure. “Dru,” he said.
She answered his silent question by undressing him and slipping her dress over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
“Shush now,” she ordered, her voice just above a whisper, “and let Mummy take care of you.”
Author:
blue_icy_roseRating: R, on its way to NC-17
Word Count: 521
Spoilers: Um...you'll need to have seen the beginning of season 2 for SPN at least.
Warnings: AU, slash
Summary: Spike and Dru know exactly what Dean and Sam need at the moment.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Notes: I don't even know if anyone remembers this series but this is really just an interlude anyway. Either way, hope you enjoy!
Previous Parts
Dean moaned as Spike trailed his teeth over his chest and smirked up at him before he pulled back. Dean narrowed his eyes slightly and glared at him.
“You’re kind of a bastard, you know that?” He let out an unneeded breath when Spike simply raised an eyebrow at him before laughing and reaching for the waistband of his jeans.
“I’ve been told that,” Spike said. He leaned down. “I seem to remember we were right about here when we were interrupted last time.” Before Dean could say anything, Spike trailed a hand down Spike’s chest and over his stomach before unbuttoning Dean’s jeans and tugging them down his hips until Dean was able to kick them off the edge of the bed.
“Such pretty colors,” Dru whispered to Sam, her mouth against his ear. She rolled him onto his back and tilted his head back. “Look at you, pet, your colors swirl together. I could paint pictures with it.”
“Spike?” Sam gasped.
“Busy, Sam,” Spike muttered, lips moving against Dean’s neck.
“Spike,” he repeated. “Dru?”
Spike paused and turned to look at Sam and Dru, smiling as he realized that Sam had remembered Spike’s one rule and had taken the time to make sure it was still okay.
“Yes,” was all he said. He nodded at Sam before turning back to Dean. “Your brother is a bit of a pain sometimes, isn’t he?”
“Since he was a kid,” Dean agreed. “Now, less talking, damn it.”
Spike smirked. “Bossy.” He gripped Dean’s hair in one hand and used it to pull him up so that he could kiss him. Spike kissed him until Dean was pressing up against him, bucking his hips, before he pulled away and then glanced over to where Gordon was still tied to a chair. “Pay attention, mate, you might learn a thing or two. Not that you’ll get a chance to use it.”
“He’s green,” Dru announced. “Never had what we have.” She arched her back as Sam slid a hand up and under her dress. “Poor lost boy, he feels sorry for himself.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “He should get over it,” he muttered. “If he weren’t such an asshole, maybe he wouldn’t have that problem.” As he talked, he yanked Spike’s shirt off and tossed it to the side. He grinned at the sight of Spike’s unmarked skin and raised his eyes to Spike’s, a silent question in his eyes.
Spike nodded and then, as Dean pressed his forehead against Spike’s chest, wrapped a hand around Dean’s dick, feeling the way his eyelashes fluttered closed.
“Such a pretty canvas you make,” Dru murmured to Sam. She raked her nails over his chest, leaving red marks behind. “I want to mark you.”
“Yes,” Sam moaned. He gripped her hips, pressing her down against him, taking in the way she practically purred from the pressure. “Dru,” he said.
She answered his silent question by undressing him and slipping her dress over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
“Shush now,” she ordered, her voice just above a whisper, “and let Mummy take care of you.”
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Date: 2009-11-01 06:09 pm (UTC)PS, have we decided on story idea?
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Date: 2009-11-01 07:50 pm (UTC)And, um, always!
Sort of? I'm leaning towards something crossover but I need to pick a pairing. For once, it's not an automatic "OMG, give me Buffy/Dean!" LOL. So yeah.