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I'm writing a little bit out of step with the rest of fandom -- I'm not writing a One True Pairing so much as We Seem To Work When We're Not Trying To Kill Each Other Pairing, which is kind of a handful to put into an anacronym.
Gabriel eats when Sam is hungry, drinks when he's thirsty and sleeps when Sam's tired. It's no wonder that he wants to fuck when Sam's horny -- it just embarrassing. Whatever Hel did to tie Gabriel into Sam's 'battery', the archangel can only take what Sam doesn't need for himself, and he feels every need that Sam has when they're not fulfilled.
It's creepy, and sad, and quietly horrific. Sam doesn't want to think about it much. But he eats more regularly than is his habit, because Gabriel is a bitch when he's hungry, and he drinks watery beer, and goes to sleep at regular hours.
It's the horny that gets him, in the end. Sam can't sleep through *all* the fucking in the longhouse, especially since he no longer sleeps through the night.
He wakes one night, somewhere late or early -- it's hours til dawn, that he knows, and some couple is fucking at the other end of the longhouse. They're not quiet, and their grunting, moaning, sighing *noise* makes Sam want to stuff a pillow over his face and scream.
His dick is hot and heavy against his leg, and he wants to come so badly -- but jerking off while he's in bed with someone, a person he doesn't even like all that much, is beyond awkward. He's starting to think about it anyway, just sneaking a hand under his linen pants and getting some relief, when the wing that's lying across his shoulder shifts.
Sam freezes, and finds himself looking at Gabriel, whose eyes are gleaming with an inner light as he lays beside Sam and just *looks* at him. The archangel sighs, and runs his smaller, lower wing down Sam's side. The wing-thumb bone digs into Sam's aching, tight skin, and Sam gasps in shock, more turned on than he'd ever admit.
"Gabriel," he hisses, "keep your hands to yourself."
Gabriel raises his brows in a 'who, me?' look that Sam should not find as hot as he does. The archangel lifts his hands from where they're curled under his chin, and waggles his fingers.
"-- and wings," Sam snaps, and grabs the limb that is running teasingly up and down his flank, and forces it away from him.
Gabriel frowns at Sam, like *Sam* is the one doing the inappropriate touching. His almost pouting, in the dim light.
"What?" Sam growls after a long moment.
"Why are you being so difficult?" Gabriel says.
"Me? Being difficult? Gabriel, you're the one who can't keep his hands -- and wings! -- to himself."
"Then stop thinking at me! You're the one teasing with no follow-through!"
Sam opens his mouth to deny it, then snaps his jaws shut with a click. He's been fantasizing, sure, but his private thoughts are in no way a come-on.
Except, apparently, to mind-reading archangels.
"I can't help what I *think*."
"You could try!" Gabriel snaps back. "You're a cocktease, you know that, Sam. All warm and slinky thoughts, but totally cold when it comes to action."
"Oh, I am not defending my fantasy life. I didn't ask you to be a mind-reading voyeur. Keep out of my head, why don't you?"
"I *can't*! Hel bound me to you, remember?" Gabriel hisses.
That stops Sam's rising anger, like a fire extinguisher on a trash fire. Hel *had* bound Gabriel to Sam's life, though she'd asked Sam if she could before she had. Sam hadn't realized that allowing the bond meant that Gabriel would be constantly experiencing what *Sam* felt.
Though it does explain a lot of the whys about how the archangel has been acting, his sleepiness, his neediness, and his casual affection. *If* he was acting out things that *Sam* felt...
"Gabriel, how much do you feel? From me, I mean?"
Gabriel gave him an exasperated look.
"Not everything, right?" Sam asks.
"No, not everything, because that would totally make sense in light of the fact that my lifeforce is basically *your* lifeforce beyond what you need to remain healthy and sane, no."
"Sarcasm isn't helpful," Sam says, biting the words off.
"It's making *me* feel better. You have no idea how frustrating this is, Sam. I sleep because *you're* tired. I eat because *you're* hugry. I--"
"-- flirt because *I'm* horny."
Gabriel shrugs. "To be fair, I'm probably horny on my own, too. But I can't tell where you stop and I begin now. And you *want*."
"Just because I'm *lonely*--"
"I'm right *here*. How can you be lonely if I'm right *here*," Gabriel says, sounding exasperated.
"You're not exactly a friend, Gabriel," Sam says.
Gabriel seems to deflate at that. His wings draw tight and close, and he pulls his arms around his chest.
"I... I know, Sam. I know Hel guilted you into helping me --"
"More like implied I wouldn't get out of her palace without helping you--" Sam points out.
"But why won't you accept that I want to help you now?"
Sam stares at the archangel. Does he not understand anything about humans? About Sam? Did he lose that part of himself in his as he died and shattered? He used to be more savvy than this.
"Maybe dying screwed with your head--" Gabriel makes a sour face, but doesn't interrupt, "but I don't normally have sex with people who have tried to kill me."
Gabriel rolls his eyes and gives Sam a hard stare.
"...okay, maybe I do," Sam admits.
"Glad we cleared that up," Gabriel says, and apparently he's taken that admission for permission, since slides into Sam's personal space, throwing arm and leg and wing over Sam's side like he has the right.
"Hey--" Sam protests.
"Shut up and enjoy it, Sam," the archangel growls, and noses in at Sam's throat.
Sam gasps at the prickling sensations as Gabriel pulls Sam's shirt up, and drags a wing over Sam's flank.
"What are--? Are we really doing this?" Sam asks incredulously. He can't believe he's got an archangel feeling him up. His fantasies are never this weird. Almost never. Quite often not this weird.
"*I'm* doing all the work," Gabriel complains. But when Sam shifts to reach out, Gabriel grips him with a hard hand. "No, don't you dare. Just... lie back and thinks of cheerleaders, or whatever gets you through the night. Hot librarians, right?"
Sam feels his skin get hot and tight, though whether it's embarrassment as well as Gabriel's insistent hands that is making him so this time, he couldn't really tell.
The archangel tips him to lie flat, shifting to straddle Sam's thighs. It's warm and slightly strange, with Gabriel's lower wings drifting up and down stroking Sam's sides, and his hands working first under Sam's shirt, and then under his pants as the archangel nuzzles and mouths Sam's skin.
They never kiss, Sam never even wants to, as Gabriel gives him something that is halfway between a great handjob and the most bizarre cuddle of his life. His cock winds up hard and leaking in Gabriel's hand while the angel licks Sam's throat and hooks his wings over Sam's shoulders.
It's warm and strange, and Sam comes with Gabriel pressing against his neck and feathers prickling his arms.
When Sam catches his breath and comes back to himself, Gabriel has flopped to the side, and is drifting off sleepily. He doesn't really respond to Sam calling his name, just smiles sleepily, and yawns like a cat, all sharp teeth and curled tongue. Sam raises his hand to tentatively run it down Gabriel's side, but the archangel barely wriggles in reaction, and he's soft through his pants when Sam grows brave enough to run his hand over the other's crotch.
Sam lays awake for a long minute, wondering what it all means, before sleep wells up and swamps him.
Basically, Sam crawled out of Hell with help, now can't exactly tell he ends and Gabriel begins. Also, sex...
This is a draft version, but tell me if something looks off to you.
Gabriel eats when Sam is hungry, drinks when he's thirsty and sleeps when Sam's tired. It's no wonder that he wants to fuck when Sam's horny -- it just embarrassing. Whatever Hel did to tie Gabriel into Sam's 'battery', the archangel can only take what Sam doesn't need for himself, and he feels every need that Sam has when they're not fulfilled.
It's creepy, and sad, and quietly horrific. Sam doesn't want to think about it much. But he eats more regularly than is his habit, because Gabriel is a bitch when he's hungry, and he drinks watery beer, and goes to sleep at regular hours.
It's the horny that gets him, in the end. Sam can't sleep through *all* the fucking in the longhouse, especially since he no longer sleeps through the night.
He wakes one night, somewhere late or early -- it's hours til dawn, that he knows, and some couple is fucking at the other end of the longhouse. They're not quiet, and their grunting, moaning, sighing *noise* makes Sam want to stuff a pillow over his face and scream.
His dick is hot and heavy against his leg, and he wants to come so badly -- but jerking off while he's in bed with someone, a person he doesn't even like all that much, is beyond awkward. He's starting to think about it anyway, just sneaking a hand under his linen pants and getting some relief, when the wing that's lying across his shoulder shifts.
Sam freezes, and finds himself looking at Gabriel, whose eyes are gleaming with an inner light as he lays beside Sam and just *looks* at him. The archangel sighs, and runs his smaller, lower wing down Sam's side. The wing-thumb bone digs into Sam's aching, tight skin, and Sam gasps in shock, more turned on than he'd ever admit.
"Gabriel," he hisses, "keep your hands to yourself."
Gabriel raises his brows in a 'who, me?' look that Sam should not find as hot as he does. The archangel lifts his hands from where they're curled under his chin, and waggles his fingers.
"-- and wings," Sam snaps, and grabs the limb that is running teasingly up and down his flank, and forces it away from him.
Gabriel frowns at Sam, like *Sam* is the one doing the inappropriate touching. His almost pouting, in the dim light.
"What?" Sam growls after a long moment.
"Why are you being so difficult?" Gabriel says.
"Me? Being difficult? Gabriel, you're the one who can't keep his hands -- and wings! -- to himself."
"Then stop thinking at me! You're the one teasing with no follow-through!"
Sam opens his mouth to deny it, then snaps his jaws shut with a click. He's been fantasizing, sure, but his private thoughts are in no way a come-on.
Except, apparently, to mind-reading archangels.
"I can't help what I *think*."
"You could try!" Gabriel snaps back. "You're a cocktease, you know that, Sam. All warm and slinky thoughts, but totally cold when it comes to action."
"Oh, I am not defending my fantasy life. I didn't ask you to be a mind-reading voyeur. Keep out of my head, why don't you?"
"I *can't*! Hel bound me to you, remember?" Gabriel hisses.
That stops Sam's rising anger, like a fire extinguisher on a trash fire. Hel *had* bound Gabriel to Sam's life, though she'd asked Sam if she could before she had. Sam hadn't realized that allowing the bond meant that Gabriel would be constantly experiencing what *Sam* felt.
Though it does explain a lot of the whys about how the archangel has been acting, his sleepiness, his neediness, and his casual affection. *If* he was acting out things that *Sam* felt...
"Gabriel, how much do you feel? From me, I mean?"
Gabriel gave him an exasperated look.
"Not everything, right?" Sam asks.
"No, not everything, because that would totally make sense in light of the fact that my lifeforce is basically *your* lifeforce beyond what you need to remain healthy and sane, no."
"Sarcasm isn't helpful," Sam says, biting the words off.
"It's making *me* feel better. You have no idea how frustrating this is, Sam. I sleep because *you're* tired. I eat because *you're* hugry. I--"
"-- flirt because *I'm* horny."
Gabriel shrugs. "To be fair, I'm probably horny on my own, too. But I can't tell where you stop and I begin now. And you *want*."
"Just because I'm *lonely*--"
"I'm right *here*. How can you be lonely if I'm right *here*," Gabriel says, sounding exasperated.
"You're not exactly a friend, Gabriel," Sam says.
Gabriel seems to deflate at that. His wings draw tight and close, and he pulls his arms around his chest.
"I... I know, Sam. I know Hel guilted you into helping me --"
"More like implied I wouldn't get out of her palace without helping you--" Sam points out.
"But why won't you accept that I want to help you now?"
Sam stares at the archangel. Does he not understand anything about humans? About Sam? Did he lose that part of himself in his as he died and shattered? He used to be more savvy than this.
"Maybe dying screwed with your head--" Gabriel makes a sour face, but doesn't interrupt, "but I don't normally have sex with people who have tried to kill me."
Gabriel rolls his eyes and gives Sam a hard stare.
"...okay, maybe I do," Sam admits.
"Glad we cleared that up," Gabriel says, and apparently he's taken that admission for permission, since slides into Sam's personal space, throwing arm and leg and wing over Sam's side like he has the right.
"Hey--" Sam protests.
"Shut up and enjoy it, Sam," the archangel growls, and noses in at Sam's throat.
Sam gasps at the prickling sensations as Gabriel pulls Sam's shirt up, and drags a wing over Sam's flank.
"What are--? Are we really doing this?" Sam asks incredulously. He can't believe he's got an archangel feeling him up. His fantasies are never this weird. Almost never. Quite often not this weird.
"*I'm* doing all the work," Gabriel complains. But when Sam shifts to reach out, Gabriel grips him with a hard hand. "No, don't you dare. Just... lie back and thinks of cheerleaders, or whatever gets you through the night. Hot librarians, right?"
Sam feels his skin get hot and tight, though whether it's embarrassment as well as Gabriel's insistent hands that is making him so this time, he couldn't really tell.
The archangel tips him to lie flat, shifting to straddle Sam's thighs. It's warm and slightly strange, with Gabriel's lower wings drifting up and down stroking Sam's sides, and his hands working first under Sam's shirt, and then under his pants as the archangel nuzzles and mouths Sam's skin.
They never kiss, Sam never even wants to, as Gabriel gives him something that is halfway between a great handjob and the most bizarre cuddle of his life. His cock winds up hard and leaking in Gabriel's hand while the angel licks Sam's throat and hooks his wings over Sam's shoulders.
It's warm and strange, and Sam comes with Gabriel pressing against his neck and feathers prickling his arms.
When Sam catches his breath and comes back to himself, Gabriel has flopped to the side, and is drifting off sleepily. He doesn't really respond to Sam calling his name, just smiles sleepily, and yawns like a cat, all sharp teeth and curled tongue. Sam raises his hand to tentatively run it down Gabriel's side, but the archangel barely wriggles in reaction, and he's soft through his pants when Sam grows brave enough to run his hand over the other's crotch.
Sam lays awake for a long minute, wondering what it all means, before sleep wells up and swamps him.
Basically, Sam crawled out of Hell with help, now can't exactly tell he ends and Gabriel begins. Also, sex...
This is a draft version, but tell me if something looks off to you.
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It's wingfic and surprise psychic bond (and not the happy fluffy kind of bond, either), plus Norse gods and werewolves, because that's the kind of writer I am, apparently.