AN: This is my very first fanfiction – I'm obviously just starting to learn how to write, so feedback and tips are very much appreciated.
English is only my third language so please inform me if there are problems with grammar and/or spelling, I'll try my best to work on that.
If you're completely against depiction of sexual/loving acts between two males I'd strongly advise you to turn around now. This is not porn but you probably won't like it anyway if you can't see the beauty that is pairing hunters with angels.
I don't own anything but the crazy idea that popped into my head as I got my eyebrow-re-pierced.
He'd always been a bit of a trainspotty dreamer, sometimes living a crazy butterfly-effect behind closed eyes. Somehow creating even weirder alternatives to his life in the few hours his brain let him escape his world of demon-hunting, cheap hotels and magic tricks, seemed to be his way of dealing with it. It hadn't always been that way, but if his only choices were watching HER die over and over again or wandering in alternatives that Gabriel would be impressed by, he'd always choose the latter.
Sometimes they were even fun. He remembers one dream in all the pretty details -including waking up laughing- in which Gabriel had been brought back after his death, now living as a part of the cupids. It had been fun to watch him scream in terror about the invasion of privat space that was every greeting.
The Hunter was almost used to absurd things like Raphael teaching him maths in elementary school, three female Castiels killing a group of Vampires, Bobby as a demon stuck in on of his own devil's traps, hell even being killed by an Angel that was the exact replication of his brother - all kinds of crazy but nothing as unusual as this.
He was sitting on the lap of a slightly disheveled looking Balthazar, who hold his right arm across his naked chest and pressured Sams back into him. The other mans mouth was close to his left ear whispering sweet nothings and promises to "heal it immediately".
What the fuck was he talking about? And where the hell were they? And why oh why, did it feel so comforting to be pressed against an angel he wouldn't even consider a friend?
"You know I'm going to laugh out loud if you do more than flinch, mate"
That was the moment a heavily pierced guy entered the room. His hands were gloved and he was carrying a weird looking long needle and a small silvery thing. To his own surprise Sam didn't get up, ask what this was all about or threatened to kill Balthazar if he didn't let go of him this instant, he just smiled.
"So you're ready now?" the guy asked.
"Yep, do it."
"You might want to grab your boyfriends hand, this is gonna hurt like hell for a few moments" The piercer smiled at him and placed his hand on Sams right pectoral. " Now just take a deep breath and close your eyes." The moment the needle came out on the left side of his nipple dragging the piece of metal with it, he bit on his lip. Trying very hard not to let that tear fall.
"There. It's done. Now here's a disinfectant for you at home" he handed over a small bottle. "You should try to not let it catch on anything …. in the first few days I advise you to put a band-aid over that and... well..." the piercer looked kind of embarrassed "..the rest you probably know."
"What? What else is there to know about this?" Sam asked a little confused.
"Darling, I'm sure he's referring to that whole open wound - no contact with all kinds of bodily fluids thingy...-" the hunters mouth fell open at that, his face becoming a bright red when Balthazar assured "We'll make sure to be careful for a while. Thanks mate"
He grinned at both men and started redressing his companion.
They left the shop and walked down a dimly lit street until an exclusive looking french restaurant appeared on their left.
"After your astoundingly depiction of bravery and heroism and yada yada yada I thought a good meal was in order. So, would you honor me with this date?" He looked at Sam with a laugh in his eyes that melt hearts instantly and the male found himself captured, unable to reply in any other capacity than a nod and a smile at the angel.
He barely noticed the snap of fingers that changed his usual jeans and shirt into a black Armani three-piece. He didn't really notice how the british stared for a good few seconds at his doings, obviously not totally pleased. Then he changed the dress shirt into a tight fitting light blue t-shirt and continued to stare concentratedly.
"I swear you have the worst fetish like obsession with clothes I've ever witnessed in a male" Sam tried to break the concentrated stare and closed the few feet of distance between them with step towards the door.
"If you want to discuss all my fetish in extend we can have that arranged for later, love" The smaller man winked then entered the restaurant, finding amusement in the reddish color of embarrassment in his partners face.
The following hours passed in a comfortable mixture of little bits and pieces of small talk, delicious food, heated gazes, supposedly casual touches, a few laughs and about two bottles of wine. The latter leaving one of them more than a little tipsy and a bit thankful for the strong arm around his lower back guiding him home.. or more precisely to a deserted street that allowed Balthazar to zap them into a posh apartment.
"Now sit down handsome giant and take off your shirt. I need to touch you for this to work" They sat down beside each other on the bed and the angel placed his hand on the chest and closed his eyes.
"Do you have an idea what anyone would want to do with purgatory?" the question was posed as others would inquire about the weather or the neighbours cat. Probably because talking about horrors like that was just more common than the ordinary small talk for both. The Blonde looked irritated.
"Do you wish for this to heal neatly AROUND your piercing or do you want me to embed the metal as little pieces into your flesh? Give me a moment!"
Sam had the tact to whisper a quick sorry and shut up after that. He concentrated on the hot hand just above his heart and almost instantly felt a slight prickling surrounding the metal in his chest. As he closed his eyes he felt like he was seeing the remaining hurt cells heal one after another. It was a whole new kind of weird - somewhat like watching a microscopy close up from a cell-biology-documentation in reverse- nothing like monster or angel mysteries but almost scientific. It felt strange.
When he opened his eyes Balthazar was staring at his chest, and both were noticing breaths leave their bodies in perfect synchrony. "I've never had anyone watch this- how do you do that mate?"
"I have absolutely no idea"
"Ever peeked in on our beloved trenchcoat's healing?"
"No...but when that happens I'm usually busy almost dying..makes concentration kinda hard to find..." He trailed of unable to provide any helpful information.
"Hmmm, curios how that works. But that's not important right now." His face showed a devilish smile as he pushed Sams upper body down onto the bed an straddled his thighs. Leaning onto the hunters abs biting and kissing his lips and neck, he worked down his way to the left nipple, pulling a bit at the fresh implemented answering groan and upward push of hips was more than enough to cause the angel some happiness
"That was important."
"That I was completely and utterly right about you getting off on me violating your nipple like that"
"Oh shut up"
A hand forced Balthazars mouth back onto the hunters. It kept guiding his head through a few heated and somewhat sloppy kisses until Sam flipped their positions and took off Balthazars shirt in a quick move.
Kissing down the hard chest and toned abs he reached the fly. His hand moved to drag it down, grazing the inside of the angels hips making him squirm as something changed in the air and an irritating buzzing noise could be heard. First it was only quiet but then got louder and louder. When he opened his eyes Sam found himself in a motel room he didn't recognize and noticed a call to his mobile just being redirected to his voicemail.
He took a few calming breaths. Tried to grasp what had happend or rather had not happend. He had a hard time arranging his thoughts, but after a few seconds his first -and very distinct thought- was to take a very cold shower. Right now.
Undressing on the way to the shower and stumbling over his bag he tried to bury this uneasy feeling that it wasn't the first time he'd dreamed about something like that... or about exactly that with Balthazar and him.
He had almost reached the shower head when a small but bright reflection caught his eye.
He turned to the mirror and couldn't belive what he saw.
" What the hell? BALTHAZAR get down here NOW!"
So, what do you think? More? Never write again? Let me know! And have a nice day, evening, night.. wherever you are ;)