Blood runs in messy rivulets from Dean's nose into his hair and across his cheeks, while a split in his lower lip wells with the ruby substance. There's a bruise forming on one temple, one eye threatening to swell shut. Glassy, bloodshot eyes struggle to focus on the face above his as he comes to, one pupil larger than the other.
Looking on Dean's weak struggles, Tristan can feel his climax coming on as Dean pleads "Dad, stop! Please, don't do this!" and in an abstruse show of affection, Tristan presses a chaste kiss to Dean's lips as he comes.
A/N: There's something different about my profile page~! Can anybody find it? *Looks totally innocent while being completely shameless*
Anyhow, I'm thinking maybe three or four more chapters of solely Dean and/or Tristan (hopefully only that many, but who knows) before I hop back over to the good guys for a bit. Maybe elaborate some on why all this bad stuff's happening to our poor, poor Dean, and how exactly Tristan managed to get so completely fucked up. I'll try to keep everything nice and clear so I don't confuse the shit out of you all. And if I screw it up, let me know so I can try to fix it!
As always, thanks for reading and reviewing! More to come next week!