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essene_backupTitle: Rocky River, Ohio
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word count: 1,458
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: incest, graphic m/m sex (between brothers, in case you missed the incest thing)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. Though I do like to play with them.
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"I feel like a giant Christmas elf," Dean grumbles as the bells hanging from his belt loops jangle with his gait.
"Better that than have one of them sink their teeth into you," Sam says, "if it helps, I'll give you a letter to deliver to Santa later."
"Shut up."
Sam grins and continues scanning the ground around them as they move forward into the wood.
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Two days ago, they'd followed the newspaper articles to Rocky River, Ohio where teens had been falling ill and literally wasting away with no apparent reason. It had taken them more than 30 interviews and a particularly disturbing visit to an old woman bearing an uncanny resemblance to the little psychic from the Poltergeist films to figure out that it was the work of the sídhe.
“Fairies? Seriously?”
Without looking up from his laptop, Sam corrected, “Actually, there’s no such thing as ‘fairies’ it’s a bastardization—they’re either the sídhe and from the Unseelie Court or the Seelie Court and faie if there’s just one of them—which is almost never...”
Dean’s snort cut him off mid-ramble. Sam shook his head and glanced over at his brother, “Come on Dean, you know that half the shit we look into is based on folklore. Why should this be any different?”
Moving off the bed, Dean reached into the Styrofoam cooler where they’d stashed some beers in ice and fished one out, “Because they’re FAIRIES, Sam,” the derision was clear in his voice. “fairies. It’s just,” he shrugged as he searched for the right invective, “kinda girlie.”
It was Sam’s turn to snort, “Tell that to the parents whose skeletal kids are laying virtually comatose in their beds day after day. Seems sinister enough to me.”
Dean waved off Sam’s reproof, “Whatever. What do we gotta do to take down Tinkerbell and her friends?”
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Two feet. Two feet was all that separated Sam from his brother but it might as well have been a thousand. One second Dean had been jingling slightly ahead and to the right of Sam, the next he was gone. Cursing, Sam frantically scanned the ground and found the faint signature of the ring where the grass grew uneven and dark red mushrooms could be made out in the beam of Sam’s flashlight. It was exactly what they’d been looking for and trust his lummox of a brother to just stumble blindly into it.
Panic flashed through Sam. He knew he couldn’t just wait until morning for the sídhe to return Dean because when they did? It would be as a shell of himself. Exhausted and depleted, he’d sleep all day until his psyche responded to the aeolian that would call him to appear in the Seelie Court under the stars, just like the kids they’d come here to rescue.
Setting his own bells tinkling, Sam quickly patted his jacket pockets feeling the solid shape of the iron knife in one and the lumpy saic containing mistletoe, copper and acorns. Dean had the same, but the plan had been for them to go in together--not separately--one a guard for the other. Alone, they didn’t have the same protection and anything was bound to happen when Dean was left to his own devices amongst creatures legendary for their appreciation of human beauty…
Taking a few deep breaths, Sam stepped forward and crossed the boundary between this world and the sídhe’s.
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The sun broke warm and bright across his face, and Sam groaned and dragged the pillow to block it out, mentally cursing Dean for not closing the drapes when they returned to the room. Just as the slow fog of sleep curled back over the edges of his mind, a memory startling and clear of the night before jerked him fully awake…
Dean’s mouth hot and wet around his cock, lips stretched lurid and flushed around his girth, green eyes flicking up at him for approval, neck crooking back as Sam dropped his hand down onto the back of his brother’s scalp, reassuring and insistent at once. Proud of his brother and the way they must look, solid and vibrant against the ethereal, opaline glamour of the Court…
Sam sat up abruptly, panic constricting his lungs and coiling icily at the base of his spine. Moments later, his brother jolted upright, voice gruff and tight, “What the fucking fuck?”
Sam’s groin throbbed heavily at the sound of Dean’s voice coming from a throat that was clearly worse for wear, even as his earlier panic caught fire and burned through his veins sending his heart pumping wildly. Dear God, what had they done?
Hesitantly, Sam looked over at Dean where he sat bare-chested, dingy sheet covering his hips, eyes widening in incredulity as he took in the number of red-purple love bites scattered across Dean’s neck and chest. Face flaming in heat, Sam scrambled from his bed and crossed the room in 3 great strides desperate for the safety of the bathroom and its closed door. He really didn’t want to be within Dean’s reach once he saw himself.
Catching a glimpse of himself in the harsh glare of the bathroom’s bare bulb, Sam quickly found that he wasn’t exactly in pristine condition either…
Sam nudges Dean’s knees apart gently with one hand and moves between them, eyes never leaving Dean’s face. Dean's hair sticks up in soft, sweat-damp spikes and he has a glazed, blissed-out stare from the orgasm Sam’s mouth had sucked from him moments ago as he fingered Dean open, preparing him with the salve some nimble faie had placed in his palm.
Hissing, Sam struggled to curb his orgasm as the head of his cock breeched his brother’s tight pucker, constriction traveling down the length of his cock as he sank deeper into Dean’s moist, hot channel. Fully seated, he buried his nose in Dean’s neck, breathing in the earthy musk that had been Dean’s scent for as long as Sam could remember. Something new then, something unexpected as Sam pumped in and out of Dean’s ass…his big brother was a biter. Marking Sam as surely as Sam had marked him—neat, clean nips of even teeth with each fuck of Sam’s hips.
Christ. Sam tentatively traced the arcs of Dean’s teeth on his neck and shoulders, breath coming fast and uneven now. Sweet fancy Moses, why was there never a paper bag around when you needed one? Slumping onto the toilet seat, Sam held his hands, sifting through the cascade of pornographic sensations rushing through his brain for some reason…some rational, logical reason for fucking his brother in the woods while the Seelie Court watched.
“SAM!” Dean’s voice cut through Sam’s desperation, sharp and high with its own fine edge of panic.
“I’ll be out in a minute!” It was called out reflexively, years of automatic response kicking in.
“I swear on all that is holy and unholy in this world and the next Sam, if you don’t get your ass out here now, I will break down the fucking door!” Wincing at the decibel level of his brother’s raspy bellow, Sam stood and turned the knob.
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Titania smiled at them and Dean felt it. He’d never felt someone else’s smile before, warm and tingling, a small frisson of joy running up and down his spine. He was eager to do whatever it took to make her do it again.
“Samuel and Dean. Are you willing to act as proxy for these youth?” She gave a delicate nod to indicate the tawny adolescents at her feet.
Dean felt that there was something he was supposed to do, something he was supposed to say, something he was supposed to be reaching for, but then Sam’s long fingers wrapped sure and strong around his own and he heard his brother say, “Yes, my Queen. We will act as proxy.”
Her laugh was sonorous and the leaves rustled as though in approval, “Very well then, one night of your lives for all of theirs.” She clapped delightedly and commanded, “Fauns, play!”
That was when the haunting and lyrical music began, and Dean turned to face Sam.
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Dean was clutching his own head in his hands as Sam stepped out of the bathroom and edged into his brother’s space.
“Like we weren’t fucked up enough, Sam?”
Such resignation and recrimination in that one question. Sam wasn’t quite sure how to answer. Didn’t know what to say to make any of it better. And there wasn’t a damn thing to say that could make it go away.
Instead of answering, Sam slid to his knees in front of Dean and waited.
Minutes passed. Maybe hours. Eventually, Dean’s lips met Sam’s and it was answer enough.
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Date: 2010-04-19 08:54 pm (UTC)Rocky River? Please tell me you didn't just pick that randomly. I live near the Rocky River border in Westlake, the next town over. xD
I saw "Rocky River" and then had to stop and comment on it. :D Sorry.
I promise I'll leave an actual review when I'm finished
laughingreading.<3
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Date: 2010-04-20 12:30 am (UTC)So...a lot of fairies in your neck of the woods? *grin*
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Date: 2010-04-20 01:33 am (UTC)What are the odds indeed!
No fairies around my neck, but I don't think it'd be far-fetched to assume the fae are not happy elsewheres. The border I live on is completely developed. There's a strip mall and maybe four different shopping plazas about a mile from my house. There are forests all around the area, just not...this particular area. xD
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Date: 2010-04-19 08:59 pm (UTC)Nice job!
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Date: 2010-06-16 06:06 pm (UTC)Just love that both of them have love bites all other each other.
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