Title: Unchecked Desire
Disclaimer: Don't Own am Broke
Fandom: Supernatural (You decide who it is)
Rating: NC-17 or M
Summary: For a moment they allow unchecked desire to dictate their actions.
Notes: First time for the characters and for me writing these characters so be kind and don't flame. Those who read my other fanfictions might recognize the structure and basics of this story it is the same as Hard Luck, but with different characters/fandom. enjoy!
The pain hit him like a ton of bricks as the hard body pressed against him and the lips hard yet soft and warm pressed angrily into him. Need and lust hit his body as he bit at the tongue that tried to get into his mouth and scratched along the shoulders pulling the body closer to him. They blamed each other for where they were, for why they were allowing their secret desires to boil over, for why the world around them was falling apart.
He ripped at the shirt a material that disappeared as quickly as his regrets for pulling the man closer, for enjoying the pain, the twist of his muscles the need to be handled aggressively. He wouldn't moan no sound just quick breaths and heated angry words, liar, betrayer, and thief. His feelings for the taller man twisted into lust as the hand pulled aggressively at him. Bringing them closer and deeper to the edge neither of them wanted to fall over by themselves.
He wanted to feel after the numbness of the last failure. They still had no answers and were not any closer to saving him or the world. He needed to know he was still a man, completely all there, entirely at the whim of another, forsaken and yet still with a heart beating in his aching chest. He was turned and slammed against a solid form for the moment his pain increasing and his body swooning as his pants were ripped from his body.
He didn't need to have this done to him, there were many woman who would gladly kneel before him and give him pleasure. He knew he could have called them and demanded something from them. At the moment kneeling would not have been so far away from what was happening to him at that moment. He would have gladly tasted the desire of any woman just to feel again.
However no one had been around and blaming had been the only thing he could dish out when the other had found him, taking the gun from his hand. Fists had hit solidly against each other, blood had been spilled then licked, bruises formed then bit and cared for. It had been quick and yet not fast enough to take them to this moment.
One then two warm things pressed into him and finally his body gave in he moaned and sighed. His hatred fell away to just feel the need his heart was yelling at him was true. He was pliant and giving as something else pressed against him, his arms were held up against the glass and metal of the vehicle that had been with them through more hunts then he could count.
He could finally feel the pain, the bruises, and the forgiveness. His mouth was surrounded and penetrated and he gave back everything; his tongue making the same desperate punctuation as the body pressed into him. He could feel the shivers that went through the body pressed against him. The only thing that could be heard was the desperate gasps for air and the walls once again falling between them making their lives, their world, and their relationship even more fucked up then it had been before.
Notes: Can you guess who the two characters are?