Sam/Gabriel, Body Shyness, PG-13

"Oh, i like this," Gabriel decided, eyes raking over the toned body of Sam Winchester, running a finger over Sam's chest. "Wouldn't have pegged you for submission, y'know? But here you are, all hard and waiting for me." Gabriel rubbed his thumb over Sam's hip, slowly.

It was anything anyone could have asked for. Sam stretched out, naked, knees bent and spread.

The only trouble was, Sam had yet to lift those pretty, soulful eyes to look at him.

"Hey, Sam," Gabriel leaned over, touching Sam's cheek. "I'm not that bad to look at, am i?"

"No," Sam said, finally, flushed. "I just...it's weird. Being like this. In front of you." His left arm shifted, self-consciously, across his chest, as if to shield himself.

"You're not exactly a prude," Gabriel leaned down, sucking a mark onto Sam's hip.

Sam moaned, trembling. "Gabriel."

"Why won't you look at me?" Gabriel wanted to see Sam, to know that the younger Winchester was there, with him. That he wanted this as much as Gabriel did, and it wasn't some kind of..obligation.

Sam propped himself onto his elbows, gaze averted, knees drawing up and closed, as if he were trying to make himself smaller.

"I'm..." Sam swallowed. "Flawed. And you're... you ."

Oh. Well, shit.

"Because I'm an angel," Gabriel stated.

Sam flushed deeper, suddenly looking impossibly young, biting his lip. "Well, yeah. I mean...your father is God . Aren't you used to- you know..perfection?"

Gabriel resisted the urge to make a face. Not that it would matter, since Sam wouldn't look at him, anyway. "Sam, has all the blood completely left your head? I mean, running from Heaven? Millenia as a pagan god? My royally screwed up family? And you think i want perfection?"

Sam lifted his head, unsure.

"And they call you the smart one," Gabriel sighed, and snapped, plunging the room into pitch darkness. "I had big plans. You owe me. Big time."

If Sam answered, Gabriel didn't hear. He was too busy pressing Sam onto the bed, and letting Sam's shuddering body and moans of pleasure speak for what Gabriel couldn't see.

EEEEEEEEEE, thank you thank you thank you! This was perfect. I love how Sam thinks he's flawed and Gabriel wants perfection. *happy sigh*

And Gabriel making the room pitch black for Sam? Sooo cute, and sweet, and adorable. And I love how he balances out that act of sweetness with telling Sam he owes him. lol

and a touch of shyness.

Hope this works! Attempted to fit as many kinks in as possible. :)

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He didn’t like looking at Sam. Sam was confusing. Sam was wrong. He was someone with so much faith, who had fallen so far, and dragged himself up again. In some ways he was too much like the younger Winchester. And like him, he knew the constant need to pay for the sins that you didn’t necessarily even control. It was a knot that never left your stomach.

Because he knew the agony he wanted nothing more then to help him. His own transgressions against his brethren were many. But Sam’s own, they were so human. And for that they were more then forgivable. They were expected. Castiel knew, of course, that Sam would never accept that as explination. He could move on from the past, but it hung on his heart like a stain.

Which is how he found himself here, towering over the other man with eyes cold and unfeeling. He retreated back into himself, into the warrior he once was. Dean was away, who knew where. And Sam had remained alone in his own self-punishment. Castiel was fed up with it. If he felt he needed to pay a price to someone, then let it be.

Maybe Sam knew what was coming. Maybe he had wished for it. But whatever the reason he showed no fear when Castiel lowered himself down towards him. He grabbed the other man’s undershirt with a fist and dragged him up from his leaning back position against the headboard. For all his size, Sam seemed to shrink beneath him.

With a cold snap Castiel ripped off his tie and fastened it around Sam’s neck. He warped the tail around his fist, drawing Sam close into his space. It wasn’t tight enough to choke him. But it was commanding. Sam inhaled sharply, his eyes wide and accepting if not a bit frightened.

“Knees. Now.” Castiel commanded, his voice rough. Sam complied immediately, sitting on his heels.

“Tch. So easy? No wonder you fell to the blood. It’s a shock you didn’t loose your faith before you did with a conviction THAT weak.” He saw Sam flinch, and wondered if he had gone to far. No, the pain came mostly from his own thoughts being spoken.

“Well if it ain’t preachin’ to the choir.” A snort shocked them both. Their attention was drawn to the back of the hotel door.

Against the exist directions leaned a familiar form. Castiel glared at his brother. This was not a time for games. He didn’t know what he interrupted.

“You see, Castiel. The only reason Sammy here,” he shifted his weight into a walk, his step full of bounce, “is such a good boy,” he patted the seated figure with one hand before leaning down to lift his chin with a finger. “Is because he knows exactly when to come to a command. My command, to be precise.” He straightened up and crossed his arms as he regarded the other angel with some perplexity.

“Though, I find it oh so funny that you’d belittle him for his mistakes when I don’t think any of us in this room are innocent.” There was a dangerous spark in Gabriel’s eyes that Castiel knew all too well. He glanced down at Sam. His face was full of desire, anticipation, and regret. What exactly had Gabriel subjected him to? What made Sam so eager?

He didn’t have time to think. In a pulse he found his back on the bed and his brother hovering above him. Sam had stayed in place, looking down at them from his position to their left. Castiel’s breath hitched as Gabriel lingered just above him. He looked away, unable to take this scrutiny.

“You always used to try to be such a good little soldier. But you failed, didn’t you? And now that you’ve done that, you can’t even keep your new goal.” He couldn’t read Gabriel’s voice. Was it sympathetic? Cold? It was all too neutral.

“Don’t worry, Cas.” He felt a warm voice against his ear. “Your failure only makes you beautiful to us broken ones.” The comfort felt more mutually intended then carefully directed.

“Sam.” Gabriel had only said his name and Sam was attentively awaiting him. Gabriel blindly reached out and took the makeshift leash and collar into his own hand. He yanked down on it, bringing his favorite toy’s mouth to his devouring that familiar taste. “You’d show him for me, wouldn’t you?”

Sam nodded with a little consideration. Castiel watched the exchange, confused. HE had thought he had known Sam so well. Yet it appeared there was an entire world he had never touched. Though he had a feeling he was about to do a lot of touching if Gabriel had a say in it. He said the human’s name again, a deep lusty note, and Sam shed himself of the undershirt he had been wearing. His pants had been abandoned when he retired for the evening, leaving him only in his shorts.

“You should really consider making this your fashion statement.” Gabriel said with a quick visual sweep of what was presented to him. Castiel, too, looked at the sight of muscle and flesh.

In the harsh hotel light he saw the light discoloration that decorated Sam’s body. Rings from fingernails, patches bruised from attention, so faint now that a human would have never been able to see them for what they were. Gabriel distracted, Castiel reached up to trace one of the marks with attentive fingers. Sam’s skin prickled in their wake. Gabriel drank the reaction. His mouth slipped from the human’s and onto his neck, nibbling in an all too teasing way.

“Mmm… seems it’s been a little too long since I freshened those.” He observed, using one hand to push Sam back towards the bedspread. “But we have a new toy tonight, right Sammy?” He watched Sam’s eyes flicker over to Castiel. The angel looked at his older brother nervously.

“He won’t bite, Castiel.’ He circled back behind Castiel, hands sliding over his clothed ribs. He pressed into the other angel, forcing him down towards the willing Winchester, his fingers peeling off clothing as he did so. Sure, he could just snap his fingers. But what would be the fun in that?

“That is… unless I tell him to.” Gabriel whispered into Castiel’s ear, his teeth tugging on the lobe for a second.

Castiel didn’t notice. He was focused on the man spread before him, watching the angelic brethren in their own teasing dance. His breath was shallow, his pupils dilated. His flesh trembled at Castiel’s slightest touch. Once he tried to arch into the touch. Gabriel was quick to tighten his grip on the tie, stilling him. The reprimanding had done nothing to decrease Sam’s blatant arousal. Castiel had never imagined Sam to be so eager. He wouldn’t let Gabriel have all the fun. As he descended upon the human, Gabriel stepped back.

For now, he’d watch. Castiel was not the only one who knew Sam. Likewise, Sam wasn’t the only one who wore his guilt on his sleeve. He had seen to Sam’s slowly healing insecurities. Tonight they would piece together an angel fallen far from his conception. After all, Castiel was a soldier. He was created to take orders. Orders that Gabriel would gladly give for just a moment’s semblance of control over his own pathetic turn of existence.

He had become lax. Before him, Castiel was ravishing his beautiful demon who dared sputter the faintest sounds of pleasure as the angel’s hand found its way inside of the only remaining barrier between him and the air of the room. Gabriel grinned. After all, there was nothing like the sight of someone coming undone – mind and body. Souls were forgotten here.

Sam wouldn’t last much longer. Not with Castiel whispering in his ear. The angel’s tongue traced circles around old scratches. He even dared to nip a few back to shades reminiscent of their original. Gabriel restrained himself, concentrating on the hunter. Sam’s eyes connected with his own, catching the look of jealousy. With that look a rough sound exited him as he gasped out.

Gabriel’s reservations vanished. It was his turn to play. He came up behind Castiel and simply tapped him on the shoulder. No one touches Gabriel’s things. Especially not greedy little brothers. Castiel would learn that lesson.

Now.

O.O You... you wrote... It's... with the tie! And, and Sammy so well trained and eager and Cas and Gabriel and, and... *spazzes*

Okay, when I saw this in my email, I may have flailed like a fangirl who flails squeed a little. And it was just perfect! *GLOMPS YOU*

*iz ded from teh hawtness*

OH noes!! No dying! *snuggles!*

Yup! The tie is a very important thing, you know. ;) And, I understand the flailing compulsion! I'm just glad you enjoyed!