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Tweak says, "The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret"

winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-01-14 22:14:00

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ruby, sam winchester

WHO: Sam & Ruby
WHAT: It's a science project. What happens when you put Envy and Lust together in a closed environment without any supervision?
WHEN: Evening.
WHERE: THE PANIC ROOM.
RATING: HIGH.

Deep down, Sam knew that this was wrong. He shouldn't have been running around and flirting with all those other women - harassing some of them, even - just as he shouldn't have been been so carelessly driving Ruby more and more insane with his behavior. Furthermore, Sam shouldn't have agreed to come down here, to the panic room. Shouldn't have begged Ruby for the blood. And he sure as hell should not have opened that metal door, ordered Dean to get out now, and stepped aside carelessly as his brother made his escape. To where? Michael? The end? His death? His gut instinct begged for Sam to pursue him - forget about the sex and blood, it said, Dean needs you; he's gonna get himself killed - but instead, Sam walked over to the cot lodged against the far wall and plopped down on top of it.

The panic room was a valuable place, especially to him. This was where he had detoxed, back when everyone had found out about his demon blood addiction. This room, these walls - everything about it screamed of bitter memory, pain, and horror. It was only worse now that Dean was also playing the role of victim here, trapped inside against his will, carrying on with the same twisted mindset that Sam had carried himself during his stay here. Except it was worse.

And Sam still couldn't find it in himself to go after him. He cared, sure (if he didn't, that unpleasant feeling wouldn't have been twisting around in his gut), but his priorities were a little...skewed. He'd have sex with Ruby. Once. Or twice. Maybe three times, capped off with a little extra blood for the road. Yes, she had said that he'd only get just enough for the sex, but, well...

Lust was a powerful thing. And he was beginning to crave far more than just the feel of her warm body now that the thought of Ruby's blood was bright and fresh in his mind. Licking at his lips, Sam clasped his large hands together and looked to the door. She'd be down soon. With the blood. So much blood.

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frostandsnow
2011-01-30 12:46 pm UTC (link)

She supposed there were women out there that wouldn't have understood this, how easily she let him do these things to her, tie her down, hurt her. Even without the overwhelming need she felt lately to make sure that he was hers and that he wouldn't ever look elsewhere for what he wanted, she enjoyed pleasing him, it didn't make her weak, it was simply that she knew Sam well enough to know that he loved it, and she'd had to drag it out of him even when all she'd been doing was lining him up for Lilith, That dark part of his soul, the blood coursing through his veins, it needed this, it needed control and pain and pleasure. And none of the other women he'd been with could give him as much as she could. No, He needed her. Only her. No one else was worthy of Sam.

He was watching her too, she could almost feel it, his eyes burning into her body, tracing every curve, every inch of her. Her clothing wouldn't surrvive what was to come, she was pretty sure of that too. She watched him consider where to cut and was unsuprised when he seemed to decide on her chest, just there at the curve of her breasts, he'd always enjoyed there, Ruby had to admit she'd been hoping he'd take it from her thigh while pleasuring her but she knew Sam well enough to know that he'd make this all worth her while. His one drink. Just one, just for this and just because he needed it to make it all better.

Because he had asked it of her and he needed it. The blood began to pour from the wound as soon as the knife had lifted and all Ruby could do from her position was meet his gaze. "I love you" she told him knowing he couldn't hold out too long before he lept on her and drank from her. And then he'd be a little different, a little darker and a little more forceful then usual. But that was okay just this one time. She knew how to deal with that Sam as long as he didn't take too much.

He was focusing on nothing else but her, no other woman would even enter his thoughts for the forseeable future.

And there could be nothing better.

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