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Tweak says, "I'm the new cupid, stupid!"

Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost (frostandsnow) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-07-08 17:28:00

Entry tags:

ruby winchester, sam winchester

Who: Sam & Ruby
What: Evil Ruby is Evil
Where: Their house
When: Late Night Thursday/Early Friday
Rating: Med to High
Status: In Progress

She was as ready as she'd ever be. Sam would come to the bedroom all ready to be tied down for the blood she'd offered him. And she'd give it to him. Little by little, just enough to sate him until she was ready for the next part. And he would be, it would take time. It would take a lot of hurt and he'd hate her for some of it. She knew that. Like when he lost Dean. The hellhounds were already on their way to Dean, they'd take him. Then Mary would follow, And Adam, and Mel, and Jess, and Booth and everyone else that was holding him back from his destiny. She had so many plans for him, and maybe she could get the angel onside too. He'd thank her in the end. And she was sure his friends would be fine in heaven and then she and Sam would join them. It was such a perfect and easy plan she couldn't believe she'd been so weak before. But it was fine now, she understood everything so clearly. Sam's soul would be safe until the end and then Lucifer would see them safely to heaven. He wouldn't lie to her. He didn't lie. And she could stop holding back on all that darkness. Because the truth was she needed it, craved it like Sam craved the blood. And she couldn't fight it anymore. Why should she have to?

She wrapped the rope around the bedposts like they'd done so many times but perhaps more unusually it was Sam that was going to be tied down. It had to be like this. There was no other way.

The hellhounds Lucifer had given her were doing their jobs. One was already on its way to Dean with orders to wait until he next left the complex and then take him down. Another was waiting inside the house. Out of Sam's way and ready to guard him until she was ready to prepare him further. It had orders not to kill him but not to let him leave either. And there were demons, trapped and hidden ready so she could feed him once she'd left. She'd leave them just close enough that he could break free and take them. Come into his power. Then she just had to convince him once his family and friends were gone that she'd done it for him. For them.

Sam was on his way, she could hear him. Hurried and frantic as he took the stairs quickly, he wasn't in his right mind, he never was. He was never in his right mind when it came to the blood. She had to be quick. Get him tied down before he just jumped her and she got lost in what he could do with her blood flowing through him. She loved it, loved how it felt. Everytime he touched her with his power...

But no, there would be plenty of time for that when she was reeducating the man she loved. It would work out perfectly. It had to.

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ex_demonbloo908
2011-07-09 04:54 am UTC (link)

Everything that Sam had taught himself and fought for over the past couple months was rapidly fading into the background, easing it's way into a part of his mind where it simply didn't matter anymore, and expanding outward into a place where, eventually, all that hard work and dedication that stood behind Sam recovering from and moving past his addiction planned on vanishing entirely. Everyone else thought that it was bad. They had taken the words 'blood' and 'demon' and had immediately decided right then and there, without the advantage of having experienced what the combination of the two did to a person themselves to appropriately judge the subject, that it was bad and wrong and evil without a single doubt. Ironically, they didn't realize that they were just as well discriminating against Sam himself when that judgment had been made. He was demon in blood. He hadn't always been that way - he had been pure of blood once, for a little while - but that really didn't matter. After all, demons weren't born - they were made.

Not that he was a demon. As back and forth as the battle between Sam and his inner workings happened to be, he would never settle for demon. Not for himself. He was something more than that.

He was much stronger.

It was such a shame that it had taken him so very long to realize it. All the holding back, all the time wasted away on trying to fit in and make everyone happy, because falling into a role that they could accept and be comfortable with had seemed like the right thing to do at the time. But it wasn't, was it? Sam was denying himself his true nature. He was holding back, because he was so afraid to let go.

Ravenous with need for the old taste he once knew, Sam found he was no longer afraid. He was ready to move on. He was ready to feel again. It had taken surprisingly little effort to get Ruby on side with him - Sam hadn't expected her to agree to it at all ; he had anticipated a threat to their relationship, a promise to lock him away, perhaps, but not this - and now that she was so willing, Sam saw very little need to hold back anymore. He drew in a long breath and rose from his chair, brushing past the walls covered in various notes, drawings, maps, and newspaper clippings, attention set on the disturbingly loud thump-thump of Ruby's heartbeat. He shouldn't have been able to hear it, not naturally, but it seemed that something inside of Sam had snapped.

The blood inside of him wanted to be reunited with it's old friend. It was literally calling to Ruby, begging for the warmth that it knew she could bring to it. Sam eagerly abandoned his office and workspace, research on crossroads deals and the Devil thoughtlessly left behind, and quickly made way to the bedroom that he shared with Ruby, the raw smell of sickly sweet blood guiding him along, bringing him to the place where she waited.

There was, of course, a chance that she was setting him up. Sam might have been undeniably desperate, but he wasn't stupid. The last he had checked, she was still very much against him drinking the blood out of loyalty to the him she thought was right or his humanity or something or another. Frankly, Sam couldn't remember which it was in his moment of need, but he knew that Ruby couldn't be trusted until she broke skin and started bleeding into his mouth. Her coming around to him like this? It had happened all too quickly. If Ruby thought that he was losing it and wanted to tie him down in an attempt to take the edge off...

No. He wouldn't let her get that far.

"You promised," Sam said right away. He didn't waste a second. He was hungry beyond reason and he wasn't about to stand around and make with the small talk when he could be drinking her blood. Sam rolled the sleeves to his shirt up and kicked their bedroom door shut behind him. "You can't break your promise, Ruby."

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frostandsnow
2011-07-09 06:53 pm UTC (link)

It was almost amusing how easy this was, she thought as her husband could be heard on their stairs making his way to her. Or more accuratly to her blood. He'd do anything she wanted if it meant he got what he was craving. And he'd get it. She'd promised him that and much as she'd pushed aside the failed attempt at humanity in favor of how things had been she still loved him. He was still her husband and she still intended to give him just what he needed to grow strong. But Ruby was far from stupid and Sam was dangerous like this. He'd drink and he wouldn't stop. He didn't know how to stop when he got so into the moment. Hence tying him down. She'd give him enough blood to sate him and then she'd go, leaving the hellhound to watch him and leaving demons tied for him to drink once he found himself free. Its how it had to be. She needed time to prepare. To rid herself of those people that were getting in her way. His family, his friends.

She looked up as he entered the room all insistence that she'd promised, that he needed the blood. He'd kicked the door closed behind them much as there was no one else here. Was he still ashamed? Ruby moved in close to her husband, teasingly almost and placed a kiss against his lips, soft at first but growing deeper as she moved him toward the bed. She had to get him tied down before he just attacked. She knew how he was, he was bigger than her if not stronger. He could so easily just pin her down and then things would get messy. Ruby slid them quickly on to the bed and moved her hands quickly to grab the ropes.

"Yeah I promised." she said breaking the kiss long enough to speak, but still pressed as closely to him as she needed to be. "But you promised too" she told him, holding the ropes out as she sat on top of him. "Hands and feet, has to be. You won't be able to help yourself. But I swear, you'll get your blood. I can see that you need it baby and I don't break my promises to you."

The knife was in its usual place inside her boot and Ruby was more than ready to put her plan into action. She couldn't help but love when he was like this, when he needed her so desperately. When just for once it was her in control. Just for once, she was the one that could do to him whatever she wanted. It was an interesting feeling and even though that wasn't what this was about she let herself relish it, just for a moment, the hand with the rope trailing it along his chest.

"You ready?" she said. He didn't get a drop until he was secure.

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ex_demonbloo908
2011-07-10 02:08 am UTC (link)

Sam had walked into their bedroom, fully determined to talk Ruby out of tying him down out of the need for his own security, but by the time he had shut the door behind himself he found Ruby already latching onto him, mouth greeting his own gently, but strongly enough to urge on that maniacal hunger of his. Every kiss Ruby pressed to his lips was perfectly conducted, luring him straight over to the bed in such a way that Sam didn't even realize he had crossed the room and dropped onto their mattress until Ruby was swinging a leg over his waist and climbing on top of him. Thrown off, Sam shifted underneath her and reached to still one of her wrists, eyes snapping over to look at her throat as the repetitive thump-thumping grew louder and louder. It was terrifying, how much he wanted to take her blood right then. Sam Winchester loved his wife more than anything else in the world, but in that moment he couldn't imagine doing anything less than grabbing her knife and cutting her throat right open, so that the blood spilled freely from her body in such a way that he'd be able to have unlimited access to every last drop.

Sam licked his lips and looked up to her, frustration and desperation conflicting the stance he'd taken prior to entering their bedroom. She was going to argue with him if he told her that he didn't want to be tied down. She would refuse to feed him, she would up and leave, she wouldn't give him what he wanted. But then, if he did let her tie him down and she broke her promise out of the need to 'protect him', Sam wouldn't be getting any of the blood he craved anyway. It was a very complicated situation, because Sam wasn't so sure that he could trust Ruby right now. He didn't know where she really stood, as much as she was claiming to be all for spilling her own blood for the sake of his sanity.

But then, Ruby had always been so forward about his addiction before. If he got desperate like he was now, she usually up and left before they could get this far. She'd tell him to straighten himself out, to take a trip to the panic room - she'd say she'd steer clear until he got better again, because neither of them wanted to risk him losing control and doing something that he would very well regret later.

She wasn't doing or saying any of those things now. Ruby knew that Sam was aching for her in that unnatural way, she understood what being this close to her was doing to him. She wouldn't really play with his mind like this, would she? Ruby knew how serious all of this was. She wouldn't trick him. She'd either give him the blood or she wouldn't and, as of now, it looked very much like she was going for the former for the first time in a very long while.

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ex_demonbloo908
2011-07-10 02:11 am UTC (link)

"Don't lie to me, Ruby," Sam warned her, "please, don't. I'm trusting you and if you tie me up and abandon me here 'cause you think I don't need the blood, I'm not gonna be able to forgive you." It was such a harsh thing to say, but Sam felt it to be true. He needed her. In fact, Sam was pretty sure he'd never needed the blood more in his whole life than he did right now. His desire for the taste of her was stronger than ever before, almost to the point where Sam literally felt like if he didn't feed from her soon, he would roll over and die. He was starving. Was this what happened when he abandoned his need for so long? Was this how it was always meant to be? Did the world intend for him to completely lose it one day, because he had left his hunger so unsated?

He never should have stopped drinking to begin with.

"I'm ready. Hurry." Even though Ruby was supposed to be tying him down, Sam was already leaning in for her. His hands were grabbing at her hips, his gaze firmly fixed on her neck. The sound of her heart pumping the blood through the stolen body perched on top of him was almost maddening, but it was the scent of her that was driving Sam completely up the wall. He had never reacted to Ruby like this before. He could practically feel every bit of the life that was inside that body right now and Sam knew that, if he had it his way, he'd take every last bit of it for himself, all the while sparing none for the woman he was supposed to be love.

All things considered, it probably was a good thing that Ruby was so insistent on tying him down.

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frostandsnow
2011-07-16 04:01 am UTC (link)

He'd grabbed her wrist, and tightly. Holding it in place frankly because she was letting him, though that role would reverse very very quickly if she let it. But her husband didn't trust her not to leave. To tie him down and to walk away. He was half right not to she supposed. With her tiny wrist in his grip Ruby merely smiled, loving the aggression that was finding its way back to him. He'd need that. She spoke softly, leaning back as he leaned forward to get to her neck. He didn't get to have her like that. "No no baby not yet." she told him, "You'll get my blood. Did you think I wouldn't. That I'd get you here like this and then lie to you?" Ruby moved quickly as she spoke, getting him tied up, wrists and ankles both, eventually forcing him to let go of her wrist with the demonic strength she possessed. With a burst of telekinesis she tightened the ropes enough that he'd get out eventually. But not for a while. Not in time to save Dean.

This done, the demon turned back to her husband. It was all perfect, even the feeling of being on top of him like she was. She was supposed to be with him, all the time, guiding him, teaching him. He needed to learn that she was the only one he needed to listen to. Not Dean, not Mary. Just her. Just the demon he'd let into his life so easily. The demon he loved. And she loved him back so completely. So now she just had to help him get back to where he'd been. And here was her Sam, so weak beneath her, tied down and desperate for just a taste of the blood he'd been denying himself for so long. And she had denied him it too. But no longer. She couldn't deny him what he was.

Just like usual, Ruby ran a hand down her own leg to her boot, lifting her jeans leg long enough to unclip the knife hidden there. She wouldn't let him grab the wrist, she'd have to wrench it away. But she'd give him blood. Just like he'd asked for, just like she'd promised. "I don't lie to you anymore Sam, you know that don't you. I don't ever lie to you. So you'll get my blood and it'll make you strong." The knife slid smoothly across skin and Ruby held the bleeding wound just a little above Sam's mouth, holding his head down with just the barest use of her power. It wasn't flowing fast yet, she'd let him sit up if she decided he'd been good enough for more. But he'd have a taste of her, just a taste and then he could have the demon bitches she'd stolen away ready for the slaughter. He'd find them trapped in their hallway once he got past the hellhound. And once the blood seeped into his system properly she knew he'd have no problem at the very least controlling the thing.

That was all to come, She'd check Dean was dead, kill Mary, Kill Jess, Mel, Jules. Adam she might just leave for the hellhounds. But right now all she could do was relish the feel of him. His need for her. She needed him too she thought. There were so many thoughts running through her head but much as she wanted to stay and take advantage of just where he was, she couldn't. Her free hand slid along his stomach nonetheless as she started to move on top of him. Just for a little while.

Maybe she'd let him use the power enough to touch the real her...

She was losing focus, and she knew it. She pulled her hand away to let him swallow the little blood he'd had and let the bloody hand join the other on his stomach. "I told you didn't I?" she confirmed. "I told you I wouldn't lie to you."

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ex_demonbloo908
2011-07-19 03:57 am UTC (link)

She was quick. Smart. Didn't miss a beat when she fastened those ropes around his wrists and ankles, securing Sam faster than he could move with nothing more than a simple flick of her mind. He growled in annoyance, never one for restraints, and craned his neck to the side eagerly, eyes pinned on that sweet spot on her neck that he so desperately wanted to drink from. He could hear the beat of her heart, taunting him, mocking him with the never-ending thump-thumping that Sam wanted to reach out and wrap his fingers around ; he'd drag it out of her, spill every drop of blood, pin her down and drink her dry and then put her back together so he could do it all over again. A wild need bled into his eyes and Sam pushed at the ropes that held him in place, twisting at them in a rush of impatience that was only stilled by the force of Ruby's mind.

She had pinned him. Right down to the head, neck and all. Jaw clenched tight, Sam glared at her, mouth opening to spit out the first negative thing that came to mind right before Ruby slid that knife across her wrist and dangled it in front of him.

She wasn't pressing it to his mouth. She wasn't letting him use his hands. Ruby was teasing him. Yet Sam couldn't not be teased. He wriggled against the invisible hold that had wrapped itself around his neck, wrists straining against the ropes as he anxiously tried to catch as much of the blood that slowly trickled down her arm and fell into his mouth.

The taste was pleasant. It kicked his senses up a notch, it made him feel like maybe he could be stronger and better. Maybe he could be whole again. But it was a lot like picking at a chip when there was a whole mountain of chocolate nearby. It wasn't enough. It was barely an appetizer and if Ruby didn't give him more soon, he'd -

"No!" She'd taken it away. She'd barely given him any and she'd taken it, just like that. Sam swallowed down what he'd managed to get out of her, body attempting to resist everything that held him down in every way possible. The ropes felt like they were loosening a little, but that wasn't enough. He needed to be out now. He needed more.

"That's not...I wasn't -" Sam broke off weakly, anger, desperation, and confusion pushing at him in every which direction, only doubling over when he felt Ruby's hands tracing paths along his stomach.

It was agonizing, feeling her fingers smear all that blood all over his body. Sam gave up pushing at the ropes and groaned, head falling back and eyes screwing shut long enough for him to try and focus on what little blood she had given him. He'd had blood. Blood. And now she was playing with him. Was that what this was? A game?

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frostandsnow
2011-07-19 04:35 am UTC (link)

She needed to go, she needed to get up and go, and soon before the feel of him underneath her proved too intoxicating. Because she'd want him, all wrapped up for her like he was, and she'd tease and she'd have her fun and eventually he'd get strong enough and that would be the end of her. She'd give him a little more. Just a little more, she thought as she leaned forward, pressing kisses against his chest and arching back up slowly and languidly. They'd always so completely equated sex and blood and the demon had to admit she was having a hard time separating the two. "You're a tease, you know that" she told him, lifting her hand above him again and letting more blood drip free. There was a steady trickle now.

"And you know, I'd love to stay here, indulge you, indulge myself in you until we're both satisfied but we both know that wouldn't work don't we. Look at you, you're begging for it. You'd drain me dry and I can't allow that, you'd hate yourself after but you'd keep going, drinking more and more and eventually it'd consume you. This has to be done right." Ruby pulled her arm away and sat up straight for a moment. Her breath hitched at the thought of having to leave, to get up and walk away from the man she loved and needed so completely but there it was.

"I'm sorry baby but this is how it has to be." she told him, letting the wound heal on her arm and climbing off her husband and lover. She stood by the side of the bed for a moment eyes dark and tinged with madness. "I'll be back okay...I just have to fix things. But I'm not gonna leave you empty handed, there's demons. Two of them here, and I'll cut one up all nice for you, the blood. It'll call to you and I'll loosen the ropes soon as I leave. I just have to do something you're not gonna like. I have to bring a few new friends to meet your brother and your Mom." she told him.

"This is who I'm calling Grumpy." she said, petting at an animal invisible to Sam's eyes. Now he's not gonna let you leave but he's under strict orders not to kill you. Orders from the very top. He'll just keep you here. But you can drink. You can drink all you want, they're all trapped up just outside. You'll be okay. I swear. It'll be so much better, then you can have some more of your favorite vintage but you won't need to kill me. Its better, and it'll be just you and me"

The demon lowered her head to kiss her husband just once on the forehead. But she'd have to go now so he didn't try and tempt her back or anything. Because she knew Sam. And she knew he'd kill her to save Dean. "I'm doing this for you, okay? Just remember that, because I love you. I always will. But this is better, this is easier and we can be together forever this way." she told him, backing slowly away from the room leaving Grumpy to guard Sam.

As promised of course she stopped along the way and slit the throat of the begging trapped whore she'd gotten him. There was another demon there. She'd let him have fun with that. Wouldn't be long now till he got free.

She needed to move, needed to hurry. "I love you." she called again, and was gone.

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ex_demonbloo908
2011-07-19 05:13 am UTC (link)

Sam growled at her again, a low, seemingly unnatural sound that he himself barely recognized as his own. He was peeved, he was hungry, and Ruby grinding up and down against him like that, lips teasing at his body only made Sam's need for her multiply and several different ways all at once. He squirmed underneath Ruby, almost laughing as she declared him a tease, voice coming out muffled the second Ruby began to extend her arm his way again. More. She was giving it to him. No more teasing. He'd drink it all. She'd let him drink it all, she would. Ruby knew what he needed. She'd understand that he had to take it all.

He tried to take as much of it as he could, which was - unfortunately - limited to how much Ruby was willing to give him. That wasn't how this was supposed to work. She was feeding him slowly, giving him the slow, steady trickle of blood that was bleeding out of her arm and into his mouth and, while it was better than before, it still didn't feel like enough. Sam missed being able to wrap his large hands around her tiny wrist. He missed the feel of her warm skin pressed against his face as he sucked the blood from her body without anything or anyone telling him how fast or slow he could go.

This was...well. It was pathetic.

And, again, just as Sam was getting started, Ruby decided she was done. She started talking at him, words coming through almost incoherent because Sam wasn't processing her as much as he was processing the thought and feel of her blood, finally breaking into his system and giving him access to that familiar warm that drinking demon blood gave him. It wasn't as warm as he wanted it to be. No, it was more...tingly than anything else. He needed to be running hot. He needed to feel amazing not just a little okay.

This wasn't enough.

"No," Sam protested again, "no, no, no, no, no. You can't leave. What are you doing? You can't, it's not enough." Ruby was already climbing off the bed, though, going on about how there were demons around and how she was going to set him loose later and how she was going to introduce her friends to his family - which was nice, he supposed, it was always nice to have his wife bring her new friends around, even though that had nothing to do with the blood, which was why her talk about those demons tied up in the house was clearly far more important...but wait. New friends? Demons?

...hellhound named Grumpy?

If Sam could have sat upright, he would have in a second. Eyes going wide at the sight of Ruby patting at an invisible creature, Sam snapped away from his blood crazed train of thought long enough to put two and two together. Ruby wasn't right. Something was wrong. She would never bring a hellhound into the house and she certainly wouldn't have left him tied down like this in a house with a hellhound, let alone two demons. Something was wrong. She was wrong.

"Ruby...?" She kissed him on the forehead. When Ruby pulled away, the only thing she'd be able to see was a genuine sense of confusion on Sam's face. Confusion and worry. This wasn't right. It was all wrong. He had to get out, had to get loose - had to get Ruby, before she did something that she'd regret later. Before she did something they'd both regret later. "Wait, you don't have to do that, you don't have to leave! RUBY!"

His protests did nothing to stop her. Ruby turned and walked out that door, a hurried 'I love you' being the only thing that she left behind. Sam squirmed desperately against the ropes that bound him to the bed, needing to get away, needing to find Ruby before it was too late. The sound of the front door slamming behind her made Sam work harder, wrists burning from the amount of pressure and focus that Sam put into trying to rip himself away from the bed.

It took him an hour to wiggle himself out of the ropes. By the time he'd finally managed it, all thought of his family, Ruby, and the rest of the world had been driven out by Famine himself.

It was just Sam and the demons that Ruby had left behind.

Sam, the demons, and hunger.

Sam couldn't help but smile.

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