Warning: This chapter is the main reason for the M rating. It has adult themes and suggestive M/M action.
"Hello Sammy."
Sam jumped, his eyes snapping to the voice. Gabriel sat on his bed, socked feet stretched out comfortably on the red quilt. Sam frowned and carefully shut the door, worrying about Dean hearing the blond trickster. Gabriel was up and crossing the room towards him before he could manage anything in the form of words. The angel's fists curled into Sam's shirt and he looked up at him, eyes intense.
"Where have you been? I've been waiting forever. Castiel's cat is absolutely terrible company." He whined. Sam couldn't help but smile faintly.
"It's a cat, Gabe. What did you want it to do, throw you a tea party?" He asked, teasing. Gabriel growled a little, giving a little grin.
" Why not? It would have been the polite thing to-" He broke off and looked at Sam, eyes suspicious. He leaned forwards and gave Sam a long sniff. Sam swallowed hard, he knew where this was going. Golden eyes with hints of green looked up at him, sparkling in anger. "Why is Castiel's scent all over you, laden with your own arousal?"
Sam winced a little, looking away. Gabriel grabbed his chin and forced Sam to meet his eyes, his movements rough.
"Answer me, Winchester." He snarled. Sam swallowed hard
"Cas...he...wanted me to comfort him. He kissed me and I..." Sam stopped and licked his lips. "I wanted to ease his pain with affection, but he managed to get me worked up and things just sort of..." He trailed off, looking at Gabe with shame in his eyes. The angel slowly rose a brow at him.
"You fucked my baby brother?" He supplied, his voice angry. Sam blinked and shook his head furiously.
"No no! We just kissed!" Sam reassured him, his voice raising in pitch. Gabriel's brow went higher.
"Kissed." He repeated, obviously not believing him. Sam made a noise.
"Gabriel, I swear. It was just a kiss, some light touching. Nothing happened." He whimpered, looking at the angel with dread in his stomach.
Gabriel's eyes were on him, hard and angry. He finally looked away, shaking his head. He'd stepped back and crossed his arms in a defensive pose. Sam licked his lips, anxious.
"Gabe?" He asked softly. The angel didn't move, so Sam reached out, his brows knit. Gabriel stepped back again. "Gabe, please."
Gabriel looked at him, seething.
"Winchester." He growled in warning. Sam winced at the tone, looking at the floor.
"Gabe, I'm sorry. I didn't...I wasn't..." He broke off, glancing up and searching for the words. Gabriel looked at him, his angry golden eyes expectant and filled with betrayal and hurt. Sam swallowed hard, he wasn't used to letting Gabriel show him such intimate emotions. "I didn't mean for it to get out of hand, Gabe. I'm sorry, I was just...trying to help Cas."
Gabe pursed his lips, looking away again, his fingers tapping his side. His pose suggested he was thinking, his anger was fading a little. Sam knew what it was about. Gabriel glanced at Sam, his eyes worried. He quickly looked away, pretending he was still angry, that his concern wasn't there. Sam couldn't help it as a faint smile slipped onto his lips.
"What's wrong with Cas?" Gabriel asked finally. Sam had been expecting the question and he looked at him with soft eyes.
"Dean got out today." He explained, Gabe's eyes glanced at him again, he seemed surprised.
"Chucklehead is out?"
Sam rolled his eyes and continued.
"Yes, Gabe. But he had a...friend."
Gabriel's eyes widened slightly and he grinned a little.
"Never expected old Dean-o to go the way of prison showers." He murmured gleefully, before pausing, his eyes darkening. "He didn't...in front of Cas, did he?"
Sam sighed and rubbed his face.
"No. He definitely did." He disagreed. Gabriel growled and clenched a fist.
"That stupid asshole."
Sam sighed and stepped forward, enveloping the angry ball of angel in his arms. Gabriel stood stiffly, grumbling under his breath. Sam frowned and nuzzled his hair, kissing his temple.
"Gabe...I'm sorry..." He murmured again. Gabriel finally broke, slumping against him with a sigh.
"I know. I know you are." He said into the fabric of Sam's flannel. Sam smiled, hugging the angel tighter to his chest.
"Good."
Suddenly those topaz eyes were on him, bright with something else. Sam swallowed, blinking and clearly identifying the look. Before he could say anything, however, Gabriel had swung him around and shoved him onto the bed, standing over him in with a feral look on his face.
"But it doesn't matter, Winchester." He started, Sam swallowed hard, looking up at him in confusion. "Because you are mine. And it seems, you need to be reminded."
Sam shuddered slightly, his body tingling in anticipation as he looked up at Gabriel. The angel pulled off his shirt, slowly crawling onto the bed, hovering over Sam as he straddled his hips. Gabe knit his brows, looking down at him, hungry and possessive. After a moment, there was a rustle of feathers and Gabriel looked down as Sam's face melted into one of awe. Extended above Gabriel were two massive wings, speckled in a thousand different shades of brown. Gabriel had never brought out his wings before.
Gabriel looked down at him, eyes stern and full of lust.
"I intend to remind you exactly how much you belong to me, Sam Winchester." He snarled, his eyes boring into Sam's. The taller man reached up, his eyes full of wonder and ran his fingers over the feathers of his lover's wings. Gabriel's eyes closed and he shivered in pleasure, letting out a little mewl. Sam swallowed, stilling his hand, and Gabriel's eyes snapped back open and he snarled softly, sitting up. Sam blinked in confusion as Gabriel grinned and snapped his fingers.
Sam let out a yelp as his wrists were suddenly snapped to the headboard and held there with an unseen force. Gabriel smirked and crawled up his torso, kissing Sam's neck hungrily, nibbling at the pulse point, sucking at it and savoring the small movement of a pulse he felt there. Sam let out a little whimper, fighting at whatever bond was holding his wrists. Gabe felt him struggling and bit down, causing Sam to yelp in pain. The archangel's eyes met his and Gabriel gave him a smug grin.
"Fight all you want, Sammy. My grace isn't going to break like some cheap silk scarf." He purred, nuzzling at the hunter's Adam's apple. Sam let out a grumpy sound and relaxed, seeming to accept the fact that the angel had full control and that wasn't going to end soon.
Gabriel drew his tongue over the shell of his ear and bit down on his ear lobe, sucking at it softly. Sam groaned as Gabe's hands ran all over his chest. The groan seemed to ignite something in Gabriel, and the angel caught his lips in a searing kiss, suckling lightly at his bottom lip, biting softly. Sam moaned into the kiss and Gabriel took the ample opportunity to slip his tongue into the warm haven, running his tongue against Sam's in small circles. Sam pressed into him, challenging him for dominance and earning himself a growl in return. Gabriel's hands found his hair and his fingers curled into the locks, pulling downwards, making Sam hiss in pain. Gabriel growled again, continuing to explore his mouth passionately, hands cradling Sam's head gently. The kisses left his mouth, trailing along his jaw and as they reached his neck they became more fervent, turning into bites and enthusiastic suckling, leaving mark after mark on the hunter's soft skin.
When Gabriel's lips got blocked by fabric, he let out an annoyed grunt. He snarled and yanked the flannel open, sending black buttons flying all over the room. Sam made a grumpy noise.
"This is my favorite shirt." He complained. Gabriel scowled as he shoved the shirt aside, only to be met with a white tee. He let out a frustrated growl.
"Why do you wear so many shirts?!" He didn't wait for an answer, he simply took the neck of the shirt and ripped it viciously. Sam blinked, his eyes dilating in arousal.
"Gabe..." Gabe's eyes snapped on to him and he blinked slightly, before grinning and leaning down, continuing his trail of marks across Sam's chest. Sam moaned, his head falling back as Gabriel's lips, hot and soft made their way across his skin. Sam let out a gasp of pain as he felt Gabe bite him, whimpering a little as his tongue drew over it lightly, apologizing for the red mark. Gabriel brought the skin into his mouth, sucking softly and nuzzling at his chest before he continued down. Sam let out a moan of pleasure, wiggling against his bonds. After remembering that he wasn't going to get free, he whined softly and lifted his hips, pressing into Gabriel insistently as the angel trailed kisses down his stomach. Gold flashed his way and Sam hissed as Gabriel bit him again, smirking against his skin. Then he lifted his lips from Sam's skin,
"Patience, Sammy. Good things come to those who..." Gabe trailed off, his lips raising from Sam's skin. Sam let out a whimper at the loss of contact and Gabe looked at him, grinning. "Wait."
With that, Gabriel began to unzip Sam's fly, his fingers deft and needy. Seeing the human like this, his human, slowly unraveling beneath him was more erotic than all pornos in the world. He carefully pulled the jeans down around the hunter's lean hips, kicking them off the bed. Sam whimpered again
"Gabe, please..."
Gabriel looked up at him, smirking faintly.
"I already told you, Sammy." He reprimanded, before slipping off the bed, watching as the hunter arched in frustration over the lost contact. Gabriel grinned and stood in front of the bed, looking him over, the prone hunter, wrists bound and clad only in his boxers, staring at him with a look of pure need- absolutely and undeniably turned on. Gabriel licked his lips, his stomach burning in want. This was his human, his man. He was going to make sure that after this night, everyone would know that.
Slowly, he began to undo his pants, his eyes on Sam the entire time, knowing and full of hunger as Sam's eyes darkened and he made a guttural noise. Gabriel let his jeans fall to the ground and his grin turned to a smirk as Sam whimpered, noticing he wasn't wearing underwear. With that, he began to crawl up the bed again. Sam shuddered, swallowing hard at the new contact. Gabe smiled and kissed him, hungrily, hands drifting all over until Sam was a mewling wreck underneath him, his breath erratic and hot against Gabriel's neck. The angel felt himself shudder, slowly losing more and more control over his vessel Sam groaned a little as Gabriel grinned and continue to explore Sam's body, leaning down and kissing Sam's neck, his lips gentle and hot.
"Sammy..." He mumbled softly, nipping his neck. Sam whined, pressing into his hands.
"Gabriel, please..." He begged, his voice cracking. Gabriel nodded faintly and shifted, pushing down Sam's boxers. He laid upon the hunter, allowing their skin to touch without the barrier of cloth. Sam gasped, arching slightly and whimpering as Gabriel shivered against him, reaching out and rustling in Sam's nightstand, groping for a little blue bottle. When he found it, he shifted again, kissing down Sam's neck, then his chest. Sam's eyes opened and he looked down at him, licking his lips.
Sam was so far gone that he barely realized what his lover was doing, which Gabriel found more delicious than any sweet in the world.
"Alright Sam..." He murmured against the sensitive skin of his navel. Sam shivered a little and Gabriel looked up, meeting his eyes. "What do you want?"
Sam swallowed hard.
"Take me. Please Gabe, stop teasing me and just fuck me already." He panted, his voice full of need. Gabriel grinned and nodded happily
"As you wish, Sammy..."
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Finally, he collapsed on Sam, sweaty and hot, panting as his wings drooped and finally disappeared with a rustle. The Winchester lay next to him, gasping softly for air with an arm draped over his face. They lay together, savoring the afterglow. Gabriel began to feel his eyes droop in exhaustion when Sam shook him lightly.
"Gabe." He prodded. Gabe growled, opening his eyes.
"Sammy, I wanna sleep..." He whined petulantly, blinking up at him. Sam was on his side, holding his head up with one hand. His eyes were soft as he looked down at the archangel.
"Gabriel, you don't need sleep." He reminded, smiling faintly. Gabriel scoffed
"Sam, you know I sleep after sex. And that was good sex. I'm exhausted." He complained, before shutting his eyes again. He heard Sam sigh and felt a hand shake him again. He sighed in utter irritation and opened his eyes, looking at him
"What?" He snapped, Sam licked his lips and looked at his right hip pointedly. There, on the tan, smooth skin, was a hand print. The skin was red and raised, it looked mildly painful, but nothing excruciating. Gabe felt his eyes widen and he swallowed hard.
"Sam, I...I didn't mean to..." He started, panicking. He knew he had made a mistake, such a mark was incredibly intimate and usually didn't exist without the permission of the marked person. Gabriel looked at Sam, desperate and worried. "I didn't mean to do mark you without your say so, fuck, I'm such an asshole."
Gabriel covered his eyes with his hands, groaning; only to hear Sam laughing. He blinked and dropped his hands, looking over at the Winchester. Sam was smiling at him, his eyes shining in affection and amusement.
"Gabe...shut up." He murmured, before reaching over and pulling the angel into his arms. Gabriel blinked and leaned into Sam's broad chest, frowning in confusion.
"You're...not angry?" He asked in a soft voice, too weak for his liking; this human had gotten under his skin. He felt Sam shake his head and reach out, taking his hand. Carefully, he placed Gabriel's hand over the mark on his hip and kissed his hair.
"I already told you that I'm yours, Gabe..."