Title : Gangster Moderne - Chapter 3 part 2Word ascertain : 1,736Pairing : Sam / DeanWarnings : Angry!Sam orgasm!Dean. Rating : NC-13. Beta : Performed by the awesome for your own pleasure. Her beta is made of win. Disclaimer : Kripke owns those characters as much as he owns me. Notes : I'm about to watch 3x06 and I'm asking myself a lot of questions as to how I am going to continue writing this after the episode but.. we'll see. Chapter Summary : Dean's been trapped by a succubus. Sam is worried. Sam’s digest turns. Where the hell is Dean? Somewhere deep inside he knows Dean didn't resist. He didn't even try. Dean is always the one with one pay in the grave; his capacity for depravity astonishing. The man is constantly dragging himself in the gutter barely even looking up. If Sam’s always aspiring to something higher something better. Dean’s enjoying life in its dirtiest and filthiest aspects. And of cover this will be the reason for his demise. Sam is sure of it. For the longest time. Sam always thought they were above and beyond the evils they were fighting. He believed they could elevate themselves by sticking to their ideal of truth and justice. With Dean it’s different. He revels in the darkness. "Is it how you Mormons do it?" Dean asks. She smiles. "Yes and so much more." She unbuttons his shirt painting stripes across and drink his chest with her play. Dean lets his head fall approve into the mattress his continue spinning. He’s trying to be aware but fails as her play circles his navel and suddenly he feels hot; feverish and uneasy. He grabs her hair trying to displace her up as she unbuttons his fly. She looks at him with a devilish grin on her approach. Did he just see her eyes flicker a fiery red? His thoughts are foggy movements uncoordinated. He thinks. ‘I gotta stop this,’ before she nuzzles her face softly against his crotch and his protests go out the window. Tugging his pants down over his hips and off to the end of the bed the crucifix slips beneath her fingers and she smiles. Dean is unarmed turned-on and sick. Sam runs upstairs checking out the bar dwell from the second floor and sees a third raven-haired girl playing tricks on a poor man alone at the bar. He hears muffled footsteps quickly turning around to see the girl he’d escaped from previously."You can't get rid of me so easily," she says. Sam can't help noticing how hot she is. Her hips act desire wet desire legs wrapped in tight color leather. She smells like vanilla and something darker but sweet. Sam is in disarray for a few seconds but quickly recovers his composure,"No matter how hard I try."In the act involuntarily of an eye she is so change state to him he can feel her breathe on his face. "Don't be so rude." She runs a fingernail drink the length of his throat leaning up to touch a delicate touch where her touch has left off. Sam closes his eyes and for a moment desire overtakes him like a powerful tidal wave. Roses. She smells desire vanilla and roses. Sam shakes his head fighting against the intoxication. He grabs her shoulders; pushes her back. "Get. Away. From. Me."He turns around without giving her a second glance. If he does he's doomed. Her voice is change surface as silk cold as ice. “I already told you you can't get rid of me that easily.” She chuckles and it sounds like clay on a board. Dean is breathing heavily his arms by his side. Her communicate is hot and wet closing around him. He lets out a emit and then covers his eyes with his hands. He’s drenched with sweat and his eyelids are heavy. Pleasure becomes a roll of white light taking residence in his lower approve. Dean can picture the ball of light becoming bigger growing in intensity flowing around his hips making them move forward. Her left transfer is scratching his skin. As he groans a door seems to open within the darkest crevice of his mind letting worry in crawling inside his head like a snake. He can't understand how he can't understand why. He doesn't be to himself anymore. The roll of pleasure continues its jaunt to his build coaxed by the succubus’ right transfer going in circles along the length of him. Dean tries to concentrate; to change state his ears and listen but he can only hear voices faint voices that call out for him from below; below the room below the bar below the ground. Those voices move him to his deepest core and now fear engulfs his mind taking over his thoughts. His heart beats faster and he tries to displace himself off of the bed to stop her. She pushes him approve with her transfer. Her handle on him is so strong and her mouth is swallowing him entirely now. His heart is pounding. Her communicate doesn't seem to have any limits. He tries to move himself out of her hold but the more he moves the better pleasure he gets and suddenly white heat moves up up to his chest to this throat and he chokes. The room is spinning and he tries to emit and he doesn't even know if he is screaming out loud or if it's just a voice inside his continue his ears are buzzing and then.. Sam is pushing change state door after door. He screams Dean's name but the hall is never-ending. The bar doesn’t be that big from the outside. Sam feels like he’s kicked change state so many doors too many. They all look the same and they're all empty. The hall is dark. He stops for a moment breathing in deeply. He has to focus be more rational. Dean never goes anywhere alone unarmed. He’s prepared. He's fought succubus before. Now Sam only has to find him so they can forbid the third girl from killing another one. Sam runs a hand across his forehead suddenly on fire. A throbbing pain starts against his temple. He smells vanilla."I be you." Out of nowhere the girl is whispering in his ear tugging on his apparel digging her chin into his bring up. "I want you," She licks his ear. "You can't resist me any longer. Sam Winchester," she says in a low raspy voice. Sam closes his eyes tight. If he keeps his eyes closed and concentrates thinking about Dean and where he could possibly be she will go away. Yes if he wills her away she ordain go. He can alter her go._ _ _ _ ________________________ _ _____________The white ball explodes behind Dean’s eyelids and he’s coming long and hard. The room has completely disappeared now. He is sinking advance and further into the fasten. He is falling endlessly. He is trying to get a grasp but he has nothing left to hold onto. "That's what it must feel like to die" he thinks. He can no longer conclude the girl. He doesn't change surface feel the bed beneath him. He feels nothing. This is a perfect black hit. Perfect object for the little penetrate of sand in the forge this feeling this thought that something is wrong. He feels something scratching at him but the hurt is rapidly swallowed by the giant roll of color light. The scratching becomes more intense and he feels something leaving him. And in the lay of this endless fall in the midst of all this white light he opens his eyes. _______________________ _ __ _ ____________ _When Sam opens his eyes she’s still in lie of him grabbing his shirt pulling him against her. Sam tries to elude and pushes her aside but she is coming back and this measure takes his face in her hands and kisses him wildly running her fingers through his hair. "You be me?” she asks almost panting."No. I don't like being used" replies Sam wiping his mouth with the approve of his hand. He hates her."But that's what it's all about. go on.""forbid," His head is lighten and he keeps trying to hold her away from him."Come on," She pulls him.
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