It's All in the Eyes
E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: storm
Warnings: M for non-con. This is Hell, babe.
Summary: A quiet moment for Dean and Alastair in the Pit.
A bell-jar of silence descends. Blood flows backwards, bones and flesh knit. It's a rare interval of peace.
Alastair strokes Dean's sweat soaked forehead tenderly. Watches those wide eyes light up; glints of green and gold indicating memory, and longing.
This is Alastair's favourite time, the stillness in the eye of the storm; where the Righteous Man's hope is rekindled, where Alastair can give pleasure alongside pain. He sheathes himself between Dean's spread thighs, semen spilling, matching the milky colour of his eyes.
The death of hope each time makes the inevitable, unending agonies to come, all the more exquisite.
