|Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in heroes_fiction,|
@ 2008-11-04 23:42:00
|Entry tags:||crossover, rated: adult, slash, sylar/other|
Fic: Sweet Corruption 1/1 Supernatural X-over
Title: Sweet Corruption
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or Supernatural.
Characters: Dean, Sylar, Castiel.
Prompt: Whispers In Your Ear.
Warnings: Language, Violence, Sexual Situation.
Summary: Dean dreams of madness.
Author's Note: First in a possible series. The unnamed is Sylar.
Hands slid up his body, pulling him flush with the one behind him. The moment his bare skin made contact, Dean knew the man wanted him. Chest hair tickled the center of his back while warm breath skirted over his skin.
He moaned, grinding his ass against his captor's crotch. The hard length of his cock slid up between Dean's cheeks, trailing heat along the way. The man pulled his hips back, dragging his cock down the valley of his ass until it slid free.
With a quick thrust, his cock pushed between Dean's legs, to press against his opening. Dean's body involuntarily rose up on the balls of his feet, squirming to escape, pushing his back in to the man's arms. A deep throated snicker erupted along the hairs of his neck.
Dean laid his head upon the man's shoulder, twisting his neck to expose the graceful length. Scalding lips settled upon the pulse point, burning where it touched. He shuddered as pain and pleasured warred within.
Strong hands slid over his body. One wound over his chest, curling over his pecs. The other went lower, deep between his legs. Blazing fingers enrapt his cock, tugging it to life.
With a cry, he thrust his hips in to that devilish touch. Experienced fingers slid up the length, swirling over the head. They played his body with knowledge born of years.
Kissing up his neck, the devil drove pleasure through each contact. Teeth nipped at his skin when the man pulled away. He continued all the way to Dean's ear, while the thrusting and massaging continued. Moist breath blew over his skin, causing his face to heat up.
"God's love is suffering." He kissed the outside of Dean's ear. "Give yourself to me, I'll take away all your pain."
Dean shuddered. He was so close, he could feel his body tightening.
"Say it, and we'll be forever." The hand upon Dean's chest tightened, gripping his flesh. "Love me, Dean."
He wanted to scream yes. Anything so that they would finish. Dean opened his mouth to speak.
Feathers slapped across his face, smothering the words in his throat.
Dean reached up to knock them away, desperately fighting to free himself from this new attacker. Gasping awake, he found himself alone in the motel room bed. The blankets laid bunched about his waist where he had nearly kicked them off in his frantic shuffling.
Heart racing, he ran a hand over his face to wipe away the build up of sweat. His chest heaved from the shock of it all. While he tried to calm his rushing pulse, he felt something else demanding attention. He reached down under what little blanket protected him and gripped the head of his cock.
Phantom fingers still wrapped around it, moving up and down with each beat of his heart.
The memory was enough to cause Dean to come over his hand. Thick fluid shot between his fingers, coating his palm and pubic hair. He groaned, burying his face in the pillow to keep the noise down.
While his body calmed down, he closed his eyes. These dreams were seriously fucking with his head. If he didn't get laid soon, he wasn't sure how bad it would get. Probably night emission bad. That was all he needed, to wake up and have to explain to his brother why he had cum in his sleep.
The sinking of his bed caused Dean to pop open one of his eyes. What he saw did nothing to alleviate the feelings.
Castiel sat perched on the bed across from him.
Groaning, Dean closed his eyes again. May be if he ignored him, the damned angel would just go away. "What do you want?"
"You have a new mission." Blue eyes watched Dean, unflinching even as the naked man tossed aside the bedding.
"Really excellent timing you have there." Glaring at the angel, Dean shifted so he could sit up on the edge of the bed. Despite the thrashing he knew he had to have been doing, he felt surprisingly well rested and relaxed. "Where's Sam?"
"Out." The angel's eyes trailed down Dean's back, from the mark, down over his broad shoulders. Tilting his head to the side, he continued, tracking a bead of sweat down pale skin, watching it pool with other drops at the small of his back.
Dean didn't bother to glare at Castiel again, he knew better by now. It wouldn't solve anything and probably would only serve to piss the damned thing off. "Would it make a difference if I said I wasn't interested in your mission?"
Pursing his lips, Castiel watched more sweat gather. "No."
"Didn't think...hey!" Dean shot off the bed, spinning to face the Angel. He backed against the far wall, his hands coming up to cover the small of his back. "What the hell?"
Finger to his lips, Castiel frowned. When he pulled it from his mouth, he studied the digit with narrowed eyes. "Curious."
"No! No, this is does not happen! You do not touch me!" Dean searched the motel for his gun. The one that had been on his bedside stand was missing and the blade under his pillow was no where to be found. He nearly had a heart attack as a shadow suddenly formed itself in to Castiel, directly in front of him.
The angel's eyes narrowed in rage, baring his teeth. "Who was it?" Despite the height difference, Castiel seemed to tower over Dean in his anger.
The sight of him so close, so angry, made Dean shiver. He turned his head to side, but kept his attention upon the angel. "I don't know what you're talkin about."
"Do not lie." Castiel punctuated each word with a hiss. Leaning in closer, his voice dropped in pitch. "I can taste him upon you, Dean Winchester."
Trembling, Dean turned his face completely away. His heart beat frantically in his chest, making it hard to breathe. "Please."
"Do not. Ever." He was so close now, the moisture of his breath flew across Dean's face. "Do not with him, or any other."
Dean did the only thing he could think of. He nodded, hoping it was what the angel wanted from him. A breeze blew across his skin, making him shiver for a different reason. Cracking open an eye, he peered about.
Castiel was gone.
Unable to control his body's reaction, Dean slid quietly to the floor. He drew his knees up to his chest, trying to calm his fluttering heart.