Title: Dancing on a String
Rating: AO (18+)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Gabriel/Sam
Preliminary Tags: BDSM, Alcohol, Angst, Lots of sex

Summary: An incredible night of pleasure opens Sam's eyes to a new world he never knew existed. However he quickly learns that the person he wants to discover this with has little interest to show him…

Gabriel Novak hasn't been a proper Dom in years, and he has no intention of changing that. But Sam Winchester doesn't play fair with his long, floppy hair and big eyes and those damn pouty lips... An untrained Sub shouldn't be that perfect.

Chapter Two:

The Fiddle's Bowstring

Sam trembled softly when he stepped into Gabriel's room. It was a mixture of nerves and excitement, and a distinct uncomfortable sensation in his pants that he couldn't (and wouldn't) deny. He had an hour to wait for Gabriel however he saw fit, and while he was eager to do exactly what the man said and get naked, touch himself, ready himself. But he had time to spare, and he knew that the other man would want to draw things out and that got him another excited shiver down his spine.

He turned on the light to Gabriel's room, the bedside lamp offering little and casting hard shadows over the space. Sam had been too busy last time he was there to take note of some of the more personal items. The pictures on the wall, lots of pictures he realized. He slowly started to walk a circle around the room, taking in the pictures that he could see in the low light. There were pictures of children, of a curly haired man with a baby on his knee - this one was older and faded. He moved over to another, this one with a younger Gabriel holding up a toddler. Another one with Gabriel, his arms around a pair of graduating High School kids. Birthday photos, professional portraits, and just random snapshots of time where the man was smiling and his eyes were bright. He wondered if Gabriel had a large family, if the pictures were telling the right story. He paused at one in particular, a Marine photo of a proud man with bright green eyes and a tight jaw. This one was placed over Gabriel's nightstand, and had a hook beside the elegant gold frame with a chain and dogtags, and a gold plaque beneath it that read 1968-2009. He caught the name on the dogtag, 'Luke.'

Sam's attention was then drawn down to the nightstand. A leather covered bible with gold edged pages. It had sticky notes and markers sticking out at all angles and seemed to have been well read. He knelt down and smiled at this as he seemed to get a new image of Gabriel. Eyes turned down further, beneath the nightstand. There were more books here, but Sam blinked when he read over the titles. 'Erotic Slavehood,' 'The BDSM Bible,' 'Partners in Power,' 'The Loving Dominant,' and 'How to Train Your Sub.' He scoffed a laugh at the last one, but reached out and pulled a book from the shelf, settling down beside the bed.

He was quickly engrossed in the text, skimming the pages of how Doms trained their subs, how they were expected to behave. Sam found himself absently wondering if he could do that for Gabriel. The man was someone he felt he could like, a family man, a Christian, someone who still knew how to have fun and who's smile alone was enough to get Sam excited. He finished the first book and moved on to a second one, checking the time. He still had twenty minutes before Gabriel was supposed to be back, and his curiosity and hunger to learn was something all encompassing.

At five minutes until the end of the hour, Sam forced himself to close the book and return it to the shelf hastily. He stood up and decided to put some of his new knowledge to work as he pulled off his jacket and shoes, setting them on the chair in the corner before he stripped himself down and folded his clothes on top of his shoes. He didn't know many of Gabriel's preferences, or, as he argued with himself, any of them at all. But he did have his orders, which had been to wait on the bed for him.

Sam settled down on the bed and lay back, reaching down to take himself in his hand. Suddenly, as if a dam had been unleashed, he felt his longings and desires to show Gabriel how much he had been missed, how his touched was longed for. He felt himself slipping quickly into the mindset he had been in during his previous encounter with Gabriel, and now he recognized it as something submissive and wonderful, if a little offputting at the intensity.

The door to the apartment opened some minutes later and Sam smiled to himself. He lifted his feet and put his ankles on the edge of the bed, thighs spread so that he was on display when Gabriel walked into the room and stopped dead when his honey eyes raked over Sam's body. He saw Gabriel's eyes dilate and saw the way he swallowed just before he closed the door behind him with a sound click. "Well now isn't that a gorgeous sight." He commented, his voice thick.

Sam smiled, idly fondling himself. He had never been so open with a partner, so blatant, but under Gabriel's gaze it didn't feel entirely sexual. The approval in the man's eyes, the surprise at the behavior, had Sam preening silently. He believed the man wholeheartedly, he was a gorgeous sight, his body was appealing.

"May I take your coat?" Sam then asked, his voice thick from his own state.

The words seemed to make Gabriel even more surprised, and this time something different flashed in his eyes. Something distressing and possessive. "Sure Kiddo…" He said, removing his hand from his lapels as he straightened up. Sam removed his hand from himself as he sat up and stood, making his way over to Gabriel to start pulling at his coat. "So you found someone to train you?"

The question made the taller curious, "No, you're the only one I've…done this with. Sir…"

"Well you seem to have learned something from someone." Gabriel commented as he lifted his arms to let his shirt be peeled away and folded. That was when Sam saw them.

Gabriel's back was a network of elegant black lines painting an intricate picture of three sets of glorious wings. There were thousands of feathers, each with astounding detail, and the topmost set curled over the man's shoulder blades and onto the back of his arms, down until the middle of his forearms. The middle set extended down lower, past the hem of his jeans. The bottom set was the smallest, and curled to cover his lower back, but even with the smaller feathers there was not a single stutter in the detail. The sight was nearly enough to take his breath away, and a reverent hand smoothed over the tattoo lines along the man's shoulders, "Whoa…" The word escaped on his breath.

"Like what you see?" He asked, "Took over one-hundred hours to finish this."

"It's…incredible. I've never seen anything like it." Sam was still touching, still examining all he could before suddenly remembering what he was supposed to be doing. "Oh, s-sorry Sir." He started to fold once more.

"I don't like being called Sir." Gabriel said, "My name is just fine. Now answer me, where'd you learn all this?" He reiterated with a stronger tone as Sam turned him and undid the man's belt and set it aside, working on the pants next.

When the smaller man stepped out of his pants in nothing more than boxers, Sam considered his answer, "I uh, I read one of your books on the shelf over there." He admitted. He shouldn't have gone through Gabriel's things without his permission he knew.

"You shouldn't go through someone's things without permission." Gabriel said firmly as if reading the other's mind, "But I did tell you to do whatever you saw fit. But you really picked all that up from an hour of reading?" His hand came down and stilled Sam, easing the tensed nerves that had arisen in a short amount of time.

"I picked up speed reading and skimming in College." He admitted and leaned into the approving touch, "That and…I liked what I was reading. Kinda helps."

Gabriel chuckled softly, "Well you're both gorgeous and smart, Sam." He commented, "Now finish up."

Sam straightened up and nodded, finishing folding Gabriel's pants before removing his boxers and leaving the man completely nude. He then settled down on his knees at the smaller man's feet and looked up at him, waiting to see what he did.

"Damn… Doesn't take much with you does it?" Gabriel's smile seemed to suggest something, perhaps that he really approved of Sam's behavior and that made him smile brightly. "Alright then beautiful, we're going to try things a little different tonight ok? Remember your safeword?"

"Yes." He said clearly.

"Alright, stay right there…" And Sam did as he was told, holding still as Gabriel walked around him. He heard the squeak of the trunk at the foot of the bed opening, things being moved around inside before something was chosen. "Close your eyes." Came the command and Sam did so without hesitation. Perhaps later he would worry over how trusting he was of this man, but in that moment there was no questioning, no worrying. Gabriel had control, and things would be alright.

Something fitted over his eyes, it was leather soft and was contoured to fit the face in a way that blocked sight completely. The blindfold was wrapped around his head, a soft elastic band keeping it firmly in place without discomfort. Then Gabriel's voice was soft, right next to Sam's ear, "How's that feel?"

Sam swallowed and nodded just slightly, "Good." He said, and he was being honest. He put his faith in the other, and let himself enjoy that.

There was more rummaging around in the trunk behind him before something new was chosen. Something soft wrapped around Sam's wrists, and at first he thought it was the rope from before but this one was silk and it tightened around his wrists, pulling them behind his back and holding them in place. There was a space of time where they were both quiet, guaging the newness of the situation. Then Sam's back was straightened by a gentle hand, his shoulders were pulled back so that his chest pushed out. He was on display again.

Sam waited patiently, though he felt his muscles beginning to strain from the position. He could feel the shift of pressure and the squeak of the floorboards beneath the rug as Gabriel moved around him, careful and calculating. Then the man was behind him, kneeling down, his hands smoothing down Sam's back, lower still. Then he was rubbing, just a simple sensation of the pad of a finger against someplace he'd always associated as 'wrong.' He tensed up slightly at this, reminding himself of how it had felt last time.

The hand pulled away and he heard a cap come undone, the sound of skin rubbing together and he knew what was coming but he still startled when he was touched again. "Relax gorgeous. Remember to relax." The man had stopped, not pushing any boundaries as he waited for Sam to relax once more. "Gonna make you feel good like last time, remember?" The words were now spoken against his shoulderblade, and he could feel the way Gabriel's lips moved and how they were set in a sort of determination.

When he was breached the feeling was as alien and uncomfortable as it had been before. He kept himself relaxed and calm as he had been told, but the angle felt odd. He wasn't the only one who noticed. "Lean forward." He was told, a gentle hand on his shoulder to guide him forward and down until he was on the floor, chest down and ass embarrassingly up. He felt his cheeks color and Gabriel gave a soft chuckle, "Don't doubt me." He said in a stern but amused tone, and Sam was entered once more. This time it was deeper and the angle was better, leaving him exposed.

Then that spot was touched. His whole body gave an involuntary twitch and he bit back a sound that was utterly un-manly. It was like a shot of pure please, foreign and unique and odd all at once. It was brushed at casually as he was opened, touched at times and ignored at others, pushing Sam into a growing sense of anxiousness. He felt the last of his normal self slipping from his grasp as something needy and light in his chest rose up and consumed his forethoughts. He pressed back into the hand greedily seeking more attention before the fleshy globe of his ass was given a sharp smack. There wasn't much pain, but it did draw him back to reality for a moment. "Relax. I'll take care of you." Gabriel's voice was thicker now, however.

A second finger pressed in, started to open him more eagerly, and it wasn't long until Sam bucked back and was slapped again. He forced himself to hold still and swallowed back another sound that he didn't want to escape. He spread his knees, bowed his back and tried to offer himself more appealingly, to which he was rewarded with a soft stroke over the previously abused part of his flesh. "You know how to make yourself look pretty don't you?" Was asked before he was pressed into with a third finger and the stretch became reminiscent of painful. He could tell he should have been in pain, but what was getting to his brain was something else entirely.

"You want something bigger, gorgeous?" He was asked, "You seem greedy tonight."

Sam didn't think words would convey his desires, so he let out a groan, a soft growl in the base of his chest. He wanted.

There was a kiss pressed to the small of his back, a soft hum filling the air, "Well alright. When you ask so nicely." And with Gabriel's help he was pulled back up onto his knees, the back of his thighs on his heels. "Stay here."

Gabriel went back to his trunk, and came back a moment later. The man was in front of him now, and took Sam into his hand and stroked him almost reverently. Then something worked over the head of Sam's cock and he frowned as it was moved down to the base. It was tight and wildly uncomfortable, and he squirmed in his displeasure.

"Relax gorgeous." Gabriel said softly, a hand stroking over his thigh, "You'll get used to it. I just want to make sure you last tonight." There was a pause, a kiss pressed to Sam's collar bone, "You alright?"

It took a moment before Sam nodded, swallowing. The device wasn't painful, just uncomfortable. He was sure it would be worth it, right?

"Good boy." Another kiss and there was a wash of pride in Sam's chest at the words. Gabriel moved back behind Sam and gently ushered him up slightly, before moving him back down and felt something press against him. He froze as he registered the toy. "If you don't like it, I'll take it away." Gabriel said softly.

Sam swallowed. The tip of the toy was lubricated, he could tell, and not wanting to disappoint Gabriel he slowly sank down. It widened quickly, spreading him open and he stopped after a short time.

Lips pressed to his back again, "It's alright. Take the time you need." A hand came down and smoothed along the stretched skin where Sam was wrapped around the toy and he let out a strangled sound and shuddered helplessly. It was so sensitive, and again he knew the pain should have been there but wasn't. He pressed down another inch and that spot was hit which made him swallow. He squirmed, trying to rub it, but to no avail, and he lifted himself and sank back down, rewarded with another jolt of pleasure.

This was the start of a hungry rhythm, each time he lowered himself down he felt himself taking a little more. The base was wide, almost unsettlingly so, but his worries were batted away each time he got that favorable sensation. Words broke through his trance, reminding him that Gabriel was there with him, in the room, watching him debauch himself on that toy. "Think you can take it all gorgeous? You're doin' so good. Just a little more. You'll be rewarded, I promise. Come on, just a little more…"

Renewed confidence overwhelmed the temporary grounding and he lifted himself and sank down again. The stretch stung and felt good, and he did so again, taking more and more until the girth gave way and suddenly he worried he had taken to much. "Shh, it's ok." There was a light tug from the toy, "Feels good huh? This'll feel even better…"

There was a soft click and suddenly Sam let out a sound he hadn't approved; a shuddering whine that he couldn't bite back as the toy started vibrating inside of him, against that spot and had him squirming and rocking his hips. It was maddening, almost overwhelming. He felt full and stimulated and then Gabriel was at his back, his hands coming around to smooth over Sam's nipples which were suddenly way too sensitive. The inability to use his arms was suddenly glaringly apparent as he fought against the bind. He wanted to touch himself, he needed to be touched, but the pressure around his cock was enough to keep him away from that edge.

So he sat there in a damned pleasure purgatory, unable to shake the sensation and unable to finish.

"Easy gorgeous." The words were right by his ear, soft and encouraging, "You're so good. I'll touch you in a minute ok? I promise. It'll get better."

Sam couldn't shake the feeling that Gabriel was reading his mind, but any response he would have made came out as a breathy moan.

"Stay right here." Gabriel said as he got up and was gone, leaving Sam trapped and unable to focus on anything but the maddening sensation inside of him. He rocked his hips against nothing, his mouth having fallen open to pant so he didn't whine again.

Then he was being pulled to his feet, his legs shaking and helped backwards until he was laying on the bed. "Scoot up." He was urged, positioned on the bed and his legs were set, knees up and heels on the mattress. His hands flexed uselessly beneath him. "You ready, gorgeous?" Gabriel asked softly, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thighs.

Sam nodded so fast he worried he would get whiplash and Gabriel just chuckled. Then there was a body crawling over his, and Sam registered that Gabriel had no intention of pulling the toy out. However those thoughts all vanished into a static haze of pleasure when he felt a tight warmth wrapping around his tip, sinking down until it was over the maddening object keeping him from climax at the base of his length. He couldn't help how he immediately started bucking up into the sensation and felt a body yielding to him.

"Easy gorgeous." Gabriel said, his voice soft and breathless, "I haven't done this in a while." Kisses were pressed over Sam's heart, and he was sure Gabriel could hear the way his heart was slamming way too loudly. But Sam kept himself still, or as still as he could manage, but he didn't catch the whine that escaped.

After a moment, his nipples were being pulled again and the hips atop his were moving, grinding, and Sam took this as his green light. He heard Gabriel let out a sound this time, helpless and pleasured as he lifted himself up and slammed back down. With his eyes and hands bound, all he could do was focus on the insurmountable pleasure burning under his skin. Everything he felt was magnified, and even with the damned contraption on him he felt himself clawing and inching towards the edge and he wanted it.

Gabriel's voice had become muffled in his pleasured haze, listening for anything that was commanding but otherwise he just bucked and rolled his hips. Anything to keep the pleasure going. This went on, and Sam couldn't keep track of the time but eventually Gabriel pulled off and Sam let out a pained sound. "Relax." Was all that was said before the band on his cock was finally being pulled away and left him free and he could have sobbed in joy. Gabriel replaced himself and Sam slammed in balls-deep, causing the man to stumble slightly and chuckle. Sam grinned.

Their rhythm started up again, but it took only a few seconds before Sam's climax reared up like a violent, turbulent force and he snarled out his pleasure and completion as he nearly bucked Gabriel off of him as he came and his back arched. There was a fluttering tightness around his cock, accepting and milking Sam for everything he had and possibly more. The vibration against his sweetest spot kept him tense and throbbing to a point of pleasure that quickly became pain. It was the only thing that kept him conscious at all.

The vibration stopped and Gabriel remained impaled on top of him, panting and twitching as he let himself finish as well. "F…" His voice tapered off into a weak chuckle, "Fuck gorgeous. A few rounds with you and I'll be ready for the rodeo."

Sam let out a grunt but otherwise couldn't muster up another response. He was exhausted to a bone-deep level, the very fiber of his being screaming at him to sleep.

There was a stinging sensation as the toy was pulled at and stretched him back over the wide girth and he let out a shuddering breath as his body released the toy. He swallowed hard. Next the blindfold was pulled off and Sam was pushed to the side and the silk ties around his wrists were released as well. His arms were numb as he pulled them from behind his back and groaned, but he recognized that he was smiling, and still perched above him, Gabriel was smiling too.

Slowly the man lowered himself and leaned down, and Sam's eyes widened as he watched Gabriel clean his belly and chest with the pad of his tongue, sending jolts of a pleasant sensation up his spine as that tongue traveled higher and finally took up the last bit. Sam couldn't help the way he reached up to grab Gabriel and hauled him up for a vicious and unrelenting kiss. He tasted the other man on his tongue, he taste the best parts of the man and it renewed the lost strength in his muscles enough to roll them over so he was over the smaller man so that he could be kissed harder.

Gabriel made a few sounds between squeaks and laughter, and his arms came up to hold Sam's shoulders as he returned the kisses after a moment of hesitance. "Easy now tiger," Gabriel chuckled between kisses, the words lacking any of the earlier dominance. So Sam ignored them and kept kissing, parting those soft lips to continue to partake of that addictive taste in the other's mouth. His hands slid down the man's sides, over the soft and pliant flesh, down to his hips and over his thighs. It was the first time Sam had gotten a real chance to touch like this, to feel and admire the man's body.

"C'mon Sam, I'm tired." Gabriel panted and chuckled after a moment.

Sam pulled up and scoffed softly. His sense of self had returned comfortably, not threatened by the actions he had commit just a few minutes earlier. He felt good, he felt satisfied in a way he hadn't felt in weeks. He wondered if he'd ever felt this good after sex before and a part of him knew the answer to that, and it was the only thing that frightened him.

Finally, however, the weariness and soreness returned to his muscles and Sam slowly slumped down at Gabriel's side. He pulled the man's back to his chest, held him close and kissed the back of his head lovingly. Gabriel pulled a pillow down for his head and Sam settled his down on the spare. There was a moment of silence, of contentedness and peace, and that was how Sam found sleep.

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Gabriel was sore in a familiar way when he slowly surfaced from sleep. He ached from his shoulders to his toes and his head was in a pleasant fog that told him that he had recently had amazing sex. It was with those thoughts that he buried his face deeper into his pillow and went back to dozing for several long minutes before he became aware of the solid wall of heat at his back.

Memories flooded back to him, reminding him of the events of the night before. Sam had come back to the bar. He had been harassed by Nick and it drew out something possessive and protective in him. Then he came back up to his room and Sam was waiting for him, naked and fucking presenting on his bed, waiting for Gabriel to have his way and it had felt like a solid punch to his chest. He had read a few of Gabriel's books and learned a shocking amount, he acted like a well trained sub, put his trust in Gabriel and it had been glorious.

But as glorious as it had been, it was also terrifying. Sam was like a puppy, all too trusting, and after they had finished he had kissed Gabriel, he had smiled and laughed and then snuggled up and stayed. He was still there, sleeping unbidden in Gabriel's bed and would leave behind his scent and take with him memories that would lead him down that same road as last time. That would take him back to Gabriel's bar looking for more.

He dragged himself away from Sam and got up, pulling on a pair of sweats before he left the room. His hands flexed anxiously, he needed something to pull him back to his own life and away from the sleeping kid in his room. So he pulled out material for his breakfast and started to do what he always did when he felt stressed. He cooked.

He had made a mistake last night. Sleeping with Sam a second time would make the other think there would be a third, and he would keep coming back and soon enough he would try to weasel his way into Gabriel's life. He had no room for a puppy, there was a reason he didn't own pets, and there was a reason he was thirty-nine and happily single. He didn't want responsibility, he didn't want to train again, he was done with all of that.

When Sam finally came out of the bedroom, probably led there by the smell of breakfast, he was greeted with exactly what Gabriel wanted him to see. Gabriel's table had one chair, and he was sitting at it with a single plate of food and none extra. The pans were already washed and put away, the stove had gone cool to say that he had no intention of making more. He had on his reading glasses and was browsing the morning paper with a single mug of coffee in hand and an empty coffee maker.

He glanced up and saw as Sam took all of this in, and those hazel eyes darkened with disappointment. Good.

Of course, the fact that Sam was naked was less good. All those long lines and wonderful muscles made the man look like a fucking model and reminded Gabriel exactly why he had taken him to bed a second time.

The man vanished and Gabriel's door closed firmly. Sam reappeared a moment later, pants on and he was shrugging on his shirt, "So…" He said as he sat down and started working on his shoes.

"We really should find you a proper Dom. Someone to train you proper." Gabriel said, and despite the flare of possessive jealousy in his gut, he meant it. He was an excellent sub, beautiful and trusting and everything someone would want. Someone who wasn't Gabriel, of course. Of course.

Sam's scoff was sharp and had a touch of suppressed anger, "I don't want one." He said.

"That's a shame."

"Why don't you want me?" The question made Gabriel pause because it was so honest and pleading without being any of those things. It was masked with venom and hurt, but the sheer fact that he would ask after two sessions, that he would ask without knowing the first thing about Gabriel or his life was something that gave it all away.

Gabriel studied Sam for a moment as the other fiddled with his shoestrings, lacing them up too tight, his entire frame pulled in on itself and tense. "Because I'm not looking for anyone, Sam." He said flatly, the most honest answer he was willing to give.

"Then why'd you-"

"Because I'm a man, Sam. And you're gorgeous. I'll admit that to my dying breath." Gabriel snapped, and he hadn't meant the firmness behind his voice that made the other flinch lightly.

Then Sam was standing, rounding on Gabriel and looking him over with mixed emotions washing over his face. "You're scared." He accused.

Gabriel sighed and closed his eyes. He slowly set his paper down and pulled off his glasses, taking down his shield for Sam's sake. "No. I'm just not looking for a Sub, I'm not looking for a relationship. I was looking for sex." He looked up at the other, and this time he did put force behind his voice, "Now if you'll please, I have things to do today."

"Well what if all I want is just sex?" Sam asked, and his eyes were pleading.

"Because…" Gabriel started and sat back, uncrossing his legs and resting his hands on his thighs before he stood up and faced Sam fully, "When I look into those big puppy dog eyes, I see a lost kid screaming for someone to love him. I see someone who wants to find someone to hold on to and never let go. But I can't give you those things Sam, I don't want to give you those things. I'm a thirty-nine year old bachelor, I like my life, I like my solitude." When he didn't see much change in the set of Sam's jaw he sighed and pressed forward, "Besides, if I were to choose to change my life, I would want someone mature, someone who has been around the block a few times, and I certainly wouldn't want some kid barely out of high school. I don't have the energy to help someone grow up."

It was harsh, and he watched the defeat in Sam's eyes give way to anger and hurt. Good, Gabriel thought.

Left with nothing else to do and obviously void of anything else to say, Sam spun around and left the apartment. However the worst part was when Gabriel had expected the slam of a door, there was nothing save for a quiet, firm click. He wasn't coming back.

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AN: Hey look it's another chapter! Hey look I took away the chapter limit because the story line got out of hand and I made it longer and there's more stuff and...stuff _

Also, once more, I do not have a posting schedule. However I do fully intend to continue and finish this story. Chapters may be slow, but I like to consider them quality. Plus I have real life stuff and other original works to focus on...