Title: Gunning Down Romance
Author: BlazeorFade
Rating: M
Summary: PWP. Hunters M timeline. Drabble series. One chapter for each and then the direct sequel to the three way fic. Song fic. Gunning Down Romance by Savage Garden. It seemed to fit this stage of the relationship best.
Disclaimer: No
Dean was afraid to touch them, either of them. He felt the pull like fire in his veins towards his own. All it would take is one touch and he'd be back in that tangle of limbs and heat. One touch and he could prove to himself whether the taste in his mouth and the phantom touch was as good as he remembered it was or if it was his drug-addled brain that conjured the memory.
He wanted to, so badly. He wanted to sink into Jack, taste Sam in his mouth, heavy and pulsing against his tongue. He wanted her to burn him and feel the sweat-sweet slide of skin against skin. So close. Always so close. He wouldn't let it happen again though. When his hands started to shake with the effort of not brushing his fingers over Sam's bloodied lip, he knew this was how obsession started.
Love and other moments
Are just chemical reactions in your brain
And feelings of aggression
Are the absence of the love drug in your veins
In your veins
An unwritten rule. They wouldn't talk about That Night, Ever. And if he sometimes dreamt of watching his baby brother going down on their girl while Dean watched, stroking himself to completion, he ignored it. But he would not, could not stop thinking of them as his. If Jack noticed him lingering when near her or Sam hear him moan his name at night, neither spoke of it.
How does a man control himself when everything in him screams to lose it? How does he break a habit if its all that's keeping him sane?
Love come quickly
Because I feel my self-esteem is caving in
It's on the brink
Love come quickly
Because I don't think I can keep this monster in
It's in my skin
The outsider. Trespasser. Stranger trying to take what was his. He wanted to hurt him. Kill him for daring to touch what was his. What was theirs. He glanced at Sam and saw anger seething just under the surface.
She was theirs. No one but him and Sam could have her, could understand her, or tame her. No one but them knew that she wouldn't be. This was how obsession became addiction that brought men to their knees. And Dean Winchester fell hard, without a backwards glance. What else could he do?
-tbc…