I Drink the Honey Inside Your Hive

by Wolfkiller

The room was spinning, the lights were dimming, and everything, from the ceiling fan to the swinging chain attached to it, now had a double. [JoJess, M, spoilers for BUABS, more inside]

Title: I Drink the Honey (Inside Your Hive)

Author/Artist: Hanyo

Characters/Pairing: Jo/Jess. No, I'm serious. There are mentions of Sam, but that's about it.

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: NC-17

Summary: She squirmed and thrashed and when the blonde-haired demon whispered, "Bitch." venomously, Jo came in an explosion of fuzzy white.

Warnings: dub-con, almost!rape, callbacks to rape; set after BUABS, and there are specific references to the episode here so, be warned.

Notes: Title taken from Nine Inch Nails' 'Closer'.

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Jo was shaking; and it wasn't just because she was completely freaked out, or because there was an obviously pissed off demon tonguing her clit, but mainly because it felt so good.

She let out a little gasp, which actually sounded more like a squeak, and arched her back off the wooden countertop. Her arm draped over the table and she felt her hand brush against the leather of the barstool. She gripped onto it and hoarsely screamed when she felt slender fingers moving in and out of her. One… two… three…

She squirmed and thrashed and when the blonde-haired demon whispered, "Bitch." venomously, Jo came in an explosion of fuzzy white, with stars dancing behind her eyelids.

When she reopened her eyes, an angry, glaring, fair face met her. "You smell like him." The woman growled, "You smell like my Sam." Jo's breath hitched, "W-what…? No, I... I don't-"

The demon's brow furrowed, "Yes you do. You fucked my Sam." Jo began to shake her head, but the blonde halted her, threading wet fingers into her hair, pulling the amateur demon hunter into a bruising, shameful kiss, "You did. Don't lie to me." She said, fire in her eyes. Pulling back, and with a hollow 'thump', she hit Jo's head onto the countertop, adding to the still-sore other bruise on her head.

Jo felt her eyelids flutter, and she suddenly became disoriented. The room was spinning, the lights were dimming, and everything, from the ceiling fan to the swinging chain attached to it, now had a double. She let out a pitiful half-scream when she felt a pair of cold lips lock around and suck her still-sensitive clit.

"You aren't me. You aren't Jessica. You aren't Sam's. I am."

Then the world went dark.