Disclaimer- I do not own supernaturalWARNING- CHAPTER FEATURES lightly-DESCRIPTIVE CONSENSUAL SEX, BLOOD DRINKING AND LIGHT DRUG USE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Chapter Four-
Ruby eventually brought him clothes, thank God. And he was able to get up and check out the small but comfortable home. Sam quickly discovered that Ruby could cook. She never let him in the kitchen, saying she couldn't share her secret ingredient, but Sam loved her food. It was perfect.
Then she pointed out, that there was only one bedroom. And that was how Sam shared a bed with a girl for the first time. And he loved it, it was warm and soft and her hair smelled so good. In the next few days, his wounds healed at an alarmingly fast pace. Ruby told him it was because she was such a good nurse. He could tell she was lying and a part of him wondered if she was a witch.
Sam was coping badly with the rape though. Who wouldn't? He just couldn't look at himself. He was disgusted. Dean and Dad would think he was disgusting and he should have fought harder… right?
But then one day Ruby brought home a pack of homemade cigarettes. Sam knew what they did to the body, but it was easier to handle the wounds that went too deep, with a little boost of something soothing. Sam shied away from Ruby's touch. She had never hurt him but he just couldn't help it. The fear of being used and hurt so badly not leaving him. He still liked her. He had a massive crush. And everyday it felt like it was getting worse. Her scent was intoxicating. Her hair looked so soft. He just wanted to run his hands all over her. His fear stayed latched to him though, he could still feel the pain he felt from that first morning.
A couple days into the stay with her, she brought home a bottle of alcohol. One that no Hunter or regular old Joe could buy... Auchroisk Single Malt Scotch Whisky. He hesitated on asking where it came from when he saw the tag. This single bottle was $500.
"Calm down, Sam. I didn't steal it. It was a gift from a friend of my father's." She grinned over a glass of the stuff. The fruity smell wavering to him. He brought his glass to his lips and drank. He had had beer before, but that was it. His dad didn't want him drinking anything stronger till he was of age. But this. This was the best drink he ever tasted. He quickly drained his glass, smiling as he licked his lips.
"More?" Ruby asked, chuckling about his eager nod. She poured him another large drink, she took a sip of it, her red lip stick staining the side, before passing it to him. Fifteen minutes of draining back the irresistible taste had his mind muddled. The girl before him was looking so good now. She wasn't wearing anything special. Just a loose tank top and some fuzzy pink shorts. She pulled a rolled up cigarette to her lips, taking a long drag. The smoke trailed past her lips and Sam found himself leaning towards her. He leaned across the couch, smelling her scent. Ruby's eyes glistened dark as she turned to him. A white powdered residue from the cigarette was on her lips.
Sam's lips locked with hers and he pulled her close. The taste of the drink, and the who knows what's in it cigarette had Sam moaning into her mouth. The taste of her as their lips and tongues trailed down each other had his mind shutting down. Her smell was so good. Odd but the best scent he ever smelled before, like fire, brimstone. He buried his face into the crook between her neck and shoulder, teeth raking along her skin.
"Easy Sam." Ruby moaned as Sam dragged her onto his lap, hands squeezing her hips. His teeth pierced her skin, and she gasped out. Her hands grabbed his head holding him there. Her blood filled his mouth and suddenly Sam didn't recognize himself. He slammed her down onto the couch, moaning around the blood he swallowed down. Ruby's leg came up and hooked around his hips, dragging him closer, he rubbed himself against her, hard. He kept his eyes shut tight as he coped with the new feelings. She was panting and moaning as Sam's teeth bit at her shoulders and neck. Sam just couldn't get enough. Clothes were ripped off, claws raked down his body. Hair was pulled and Sam gave himself to the girl below him. He didn't care or realize what was pumping into his body. He didn't care about the blood staining his teeth. He didn't care that cocaine dusted his face. He didn't care that his lungs were lining with chemicals. And he didn't realize he was inside of a demon. Ruby had her head turned away from Sam, exposing more of her neck to the boy's rough bites. A dark grin lined her face at the Boy King losing himself to her.
As Sam finished, a part of his foggy brain, thought what would Dean think of him now?