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annundrielI thought I didn't have any other porn battle fic in me (which made me kind of sad), but then this happened.
Blasphe-Me, Blasphe-You. Dean/Castiel. R. 495 words. Prompt: worship. Dean’s on his knees now, but it’s definitely not to pray.
I love this title, just so you know. It amuses me. But I'm kind of a dork like that.
Blasphe-Me, Blasphe-You
Dean has never in his life felt any desire to get down on his knees and pray, to worship at the alter of a god he has no proof of or faith in. That’s Sam’s deal, believing in good things.
He’s never even really felt the need to pray. The only time he did, it was Cas who answered. Cas who actually showed up and gave him hope after being cryptic and unhelpful.
Dean’s on his knees now, but it’s definitely not to pray; the only worship he’s doing involves the disheveled, breathless angel whose hands are gripping his hair, whose cock is deep in his throat.
Blowing an angel is a new experience. He feels Cas’ fingers flex against his skull, pressing hard before relaxing as Dean moves his head, Cas clearly trying to keep himself in control enough not to hurt him.
And Cas could hurt him, if he ever lost that control.
Dean’s cock throbs in his pants at the thought; not of being hurt—he’s got enough pain in his life, he doesn’t need it in his sex life as well—but of Cas manhandling him, of Cas being able to overpower him at a moments notice.
Dean groans around Cas’ cock and Cas’ hands tighten briefly at the sensation, a half-broken sound falling from his lips.
Glancing up, Dean meets Cas’ eyes, dark and smoldering in the dingy lamplight of the motel room. They’re wild and deep, holding mysteries Dean’s puny human brain can’t even begin to comprehend. But they look at him like Dean holds the key to the universe. Like Dean is the be-all-end-all and Cas wants nothing more than to join him down on the ground, knees aching but perfectly happy otherwise.
Maybe later, Dean thinks. He pulls back and Cas doesn’t so much whimper as make a sound of loss. Dean looks up at him and winks, wraps a hand around the base of Cas’ erection. “I finish what I start,” he says, licking at the head, tasting sweat and pre-come, something else mixed in that’s distinctly Cas, bright on his tongue.
Cas’ fingers rub against the grain of Dean’s hair, across the curve of his cheek, over stubble and around Dean’s lips, wrapped once again around his cock.
“Dean,” Cas breathes above him, fingers moving slick and sticky against his skin, covered in spit where Dean’s making a mess of himself.
Moving his hand where it’s wrapped around Cas, Dean sucks harder, takes Cas a little deeper. Twists and pulls and loses himself to the sounds Cas makes above him, the twitches of Cas’ borrowed body begging for more. For this. For everything Dean has to give him.
So Dean sucks him down—wet and dirty, slick and hot—until Cas is panting his name above him like there is nothing else he will ever need, coming down Dean’s throat.
Dean doesn’t bow to anyone, but he’ll get on his knees for this every time.
Blasphe-Me, Blasphe-You. Dean/Castiel. R. 495 words. Prompt: worship. Dean’s on his knees now, but it’s definitely not to pray.
I love this title, just so you know. It amuses me. But I'm kind of a dork like that.
Blasphe-Me, Blasphe-You
Dean has never in his life felt any desire to get down on his knees and pray, to worship at the alter of a god he has no proof of or faith in. That’s Sam’s deal, believing in good things.
He’s never even really felt the need to pray. The only time he did, it was Cas who answered. Cas who actually showed up and gave him hope after being cryptic and unhelpful.
Dean’s on his knees now, but it’s definitely not to pray; the only worship he’s doing involves the disheveled, breathless angel whose hands are gripping his hair, whose cock is deep in his throat.
Blowing an angel is a new experience. He feels Cas’ fingers flex against his skull, pressing hard before relaxing as Dean moves his head, Cas clearly trying to keep himself in control enough not to hurt him.
And Cas could hurt him, if he ever lost that control.
Dean’s cock throbs in his pants at the thought; not of being hurt—he’s got enough pain in his life, he doesn’t need it in his sex life as well—but of Cas manhandling him, of Cas being able to overpower him at a moments notice.
Dean groans around Cas’ cock and Cas’ hands tighten briefly at the sensation, a half-broken sound falling from his lips.
Glancing up, Dean meets Cas’ eyes, dark and smoldering in the dingy lamplight of the motel room. They’re wild and deep, holding mysteries Dean’s puny human brain can’t even begin to comprehend. But they look at him like Dean holds the key to the universe. Like Dean is the be-all-end-all and Cas wants nothing more than to join him down on the ground, knees aching but perfectly happy otherwise.
Maybe later, Dean thinks. He pulls back and Cas doesn’t so much whimper as make a sound of loss. Dean looks up at him and winks, wraps a hand around the base of Cas’ erection. “I finish what I start,” he says, licking at the head, tasting sweat and pre-come, something else mixed in that’s distinctly Cas, bright on his tongue.
Cas’ fingers rub against the grain of Dean’s hair, across the curve of his cheek, over stubble and around Dean’s lips, wrapped once again around his cock.
“Dean,” Cas breathes above him, fingers moving slick and sticky against his skin, covered in spit where Dean’s making a mess of himself.
Moving his hand where it’s wrapped around Cas, Dean sucks harder, takes Cas a little deeper. Twists and pulls and loses himself to the sounds Cas makes above him, the twitches of Cas’ borrowed body begging for more. For this. For everything Dean has to give him.
So Dean sucks him down—wet and dirty, slick and hot—until Cas is panting his name above him like there is nothing else he will ever need, coming down Dean’s throat.
Dean doesn’t bow to anyone, but he’ll get on his knees for this every time.
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Date: 2010-01-28 03:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-28 07:54 pm (UTC)I don't mind at all! ::friends back:: :D
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Date: 2010-01-28 08:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-28 08:24 pm (UTC)I am just so relieved that whatever was holding me back at the end of 2009/beginning of 2010 has apparently cleared out. And now the writing is flowing again! Yea!
But, uh, knock on wood.
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Date: 2010-02-01 08:52 pm (UTC)OH MY GOD, hotness, wow!
&
Oh my god, Eddie Izzard!
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Date: 2010-02-02 08:16 pm (UTC)Thank you!!
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Date: 2010-02-01 09:47 pm (UTC)That was brilliant and beautiful. ALSO, I FRIENDED YOU >> Out of nowhere. So hi. 8D;
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Date: 2010-02-02 08:20 pm (UTC)Also, hi! :D
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Date: 2010-02-02 08:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-01 09:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-02 08:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-01 10:15 pm (UTC)I just hope sometime i'll be able to write porn so brilliantly.
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Date: 2010-02-03 05:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-01 10:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-03 05:45 am (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2010-02-02 01:40 pm (UTC)(Okay, maybe you weren't quoting Eddie Izzard, but somehow I doubt it.)
also, *purr*
I must now go back and check to see if you've written anything with Cas manhandling Dean. :3
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Date: 2010-02-03 05:48 am (UTC)I think I've touched on Cas manhandling Dean before? It's definitely something I want to explore much more fully.
Thank you!
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Date: 2010-02-03 01:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-03 05:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-18 01:35 pm (UTC)Laura.
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Date: 2010-02-19 04:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-05 01:06 am (UTC)Thought I might trow in a question while I'm at it: Would it be ok if I friended you? :D
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Date: 2010-03-05 06:36 pm (UTC)I love how you write Dean and Cas, there is always so much love between them.
Thank you! Also, I'm so happy you've picked up on that. It's just not the same with them if the emotion isn't there.
It would absolutely be okay! :D
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Date: 2010-03-06 10:16 pm (UTC)Dean doesn’t bow to anyone, but he’ll get on his knees for this every time. *punches air* HELL YEAH!
Also, may I friend?? ^^
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Date: 2010-03-07 05:30 am (UTC)I am so happy with that end line.
Also, may I friend??
Absolutely! :D
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Date: 2010-03-08 02:28 am (UTC)That line just wrapped the fic up so well.
And yay! I friended you!
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Date: 2010-03-08 09:08 pm (UTC)That really means a lot to me. I'm so happy you think so. :)