“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.
Re: Collecting Pieces - Sam/Cas/Gabe - NC-17...ish. - Claiming, Training, Abuse, First Times
“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.