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Pairing: Soulless!Sam/Godstiel (essentially Sastiel)
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Dark soulless!sam/godstiel
“I suppose I should feel guilty,” Sam says, pulling a perfect pout.
Castiel raises an eyebrow from his position on the bed.
“Why? We are consenting adults.” He shrugs as much as he can with his hands handcuffed to the bedframe above his head. “I am told that is what matters in this situation.”
“True,” Sam says, his voice rolling low and amused. “And it feels so good.” He runs a hand roughly down Castiel’s thigh, the pressure forcing Castiel’s legs even wider than the spreader bar keeps them.
“I believe I have earned some little bit of hedonism,” Castiel says. He groans when Sam leans down to lick a broad line up his hard cock.
Sam just laughs.
“I used to wish for this,” Castiel says breathlessly as Sam licks and nips at his inner thighs. “But I was a fool to think it would ever happen with your soul intact.”
“Oh course,” Sam agrees. “I used to think you were-” he laughs again, “Dean’s property or something. At least, you weren’t any of my business.” He sits up on his knees, but his fingers stay where they are: gripping Castiel’s hips with bruising intensity.
“I was never Dean’s property,” Castiel says. “But I will agree that this way, the human emotions that would otherwise have stopped us are rendered obsolete.” He struggles against the handcuffs until his wrists have deep ridges from the metal. A hunger rises up from within him, a hunger he had never experienced before opening the door to Purgatory.
Sam notices. “I wonder if taking in all those souls is what has made you so…” He bites contemplatively at Castiel’s ankle while searching for the proper word. “Accepting? Of your desires?”
Castiel’s hum of agreement turns almost instantly in a moan of pleasure. “Sam, I want you to fuck me because my body craves it. The souls inside me crave your touch. I have no desires of my own. Not anymore.” He looks up at the man who was once his friend, but who is now only a dark, soulless imitation of Sam. “I did not transport you here to analyze me. I brought you here to fuck me.”
Sam chuckles and leans down with a wicked smile in place. “As you wish, God.”
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Dark soulless!sam/godstiel
“I suppose I should feel guilty,” Sam says, pulling a perfect pout.
Castiel raises an eyebrow from his position on the bed.
“Why? We are consenting adults.” He shrugs as much as he can with his hands handcuffed to the bedframe above his head. “I am told that is what matters in this situation.”
“True,” Sam says, his voice rolling low and amused. “And it feels so good.” He runs a hand roughly down Castiel’s thigh, the pressure forcing Castiel’s legs even wider than the spreader bar keeps them.
“I believe I have earned some little bit of hedonism,” Castiel says. He groans when Sam leans down to lick a broad line up his hard cock.
Sam just laughs.
“I used to wish for this,” Castiel says breathlessly as Sam licks and nips at his inner thighs. “But I was a fool to think it would ever happen with your soul intact.”
“Oh course,” Sam agrees. “I used to think you were-” he laughs again, “Dean’s property or something. At least, you weren’t any of my business.” He sits up on his knees, but his fingers stay where they are: gripping Castiel’s hips with bruising intensity.
“I was never Dean’s property,” Castiel says. “But I will agree that this way, the human emotions that would otherwise have stopped us are rendered obsolete.” He struggles against the handcuffs until his wrists have deep ridges from the metal. A hunger rises up from within him, a hunger he had never experienced before opening the door to Purgatory.
Sam notices. “I wonder if taking in all those souls is what has made you so…” He bites contemplatively at Castiel’s ankle while searching for the proper word. “Accepting? Of your desires?”
Castiel’s hum of agreement turns almost instantly in a moan of pleasure. “Sam, I want you to fuck me because my body craves it. The souls inside me crave your touch. I have no desires of my own. Not anymore.” He looks up at the man who was once his friend, but who is now only a dark, soulless imitation of Sam. “I did not transport you here to analyze me. I brought you here to fuck me.”
Sam chuckles and leans down with a wicked smile in place. “As you wish, God.”
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