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Title: Whispers in the Dark (One Shot)
Rating: NC-17 (dark themes; sexual content)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Dean and Castiel
Spoilers: Only if you haven't seen the premiere...
Beta: None.
Disclaimer: I don't own any form of Supernatural whatsoever. And for all intents and purposes, that's probably a very good thing.
Summary: Dean seeks to find temporary solace.
Notes: This is just a soft little ficlet, written to the sounds of Chopin, Clint Mansell and Breaking Benjamin, which is an epic combination by my standards.
This could also be considered as a companion piece for: "Where is my Angel?"
Comments are always appreciated, however they are not necessary. Now then, on with the fic.
To lie here under you,
Is all that I could ever do,
To lie here under you is all,
To lie here under you is all that I could ever do,
To lie here under you is all,
Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.
- Breaking Benjamin; "Rain"
Pellets of rain were beating against the motel room window, creating a soft, sweet melody. Dean couldn't help but think they were the tears of Angels; crying for the sin he was about to commit. Still, he didn't care. He needed this more than anything else on this earthly plane. He needed a release from all of the burdens that had been weighing down on his shoulders for as long as he could remember.
He wasn't Atlas; he was just a man. Why was it his responsibility to carry the weight of the world?
Soft fingers started to brush lightly against his smooth skin. They slowly make their way up his torso, stopping only to draw circles around his nipples. They reach his collar bone, tracing it. The Angel leans in, planting soft kisses along Dean's neck. He starts to whisper sweet sentiments into his ear.
Slowly, all of Dean's earthly worries begin to fade away; he looses himself in this moment - a moment of solace in the arms of an Angel.
The Angel asks permission to enter. Dean grants it.
Dean feels the slow penetration at his entrance; his breath hitches as a sensation of intense, pleasurable pain overcomes his entire body.
The Angel takes it slow at first, so as to avoid hurting his precious human lover. The thrusts are slow, and short. He kisses Dean's mouth, enjoying the unique taste of him. He now understood why so many of his brothers chose to fall all those millennia ago. The pleasures of the flesh were intoxicating.
He pushes his tongue into the cave of Dean's mouth, and Dean accepts it. The two of them then loose themselves in this one passionate kiss.
After what seems like forever and yet not long enough, Dean breaks away. He tells the Angel that he wants him to go deeper.
The Angel simply nods, and begins to thrust faster, harder. He goes even deeper, brushing against Dean's prostate with each movement. Dean allows a loud groan to escape his lips as his body tries to arch off the bed. The Angel simply puts his hand on Dean's chest, and forces him back down. He then brings his hand up to meet Dean's, lacing their fingers together.
With one final thrust, they both of them take the Lord's name in vain as their bodies are overcome with a wave of sheer and utter ecstasy.
The Angel collapses on top of Dean; the both of them breathless. Dean wraps his arms around him - his Angel - and kisses him softly.
"You know you are my salvation," Dean whispers once the kiss is broken. The Angel simply replies with: "And you are my corruption."
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Thas was brilliant:)
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Thank you very much. ^^
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thanks!
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They were created by:
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PLEASE TELL ME THERE'S MORE.
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There may indeed be more at a later time. My Muse has been a busy girl as of late. ^^
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Wow, that was just... wow!
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Thank you very much! ^_^
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Right now I... don't really know what to say. It was great. OH-MY.
"You know you are my salvation," (...) "And you are my corruption."
Fantaaaaaaaaastic ♥
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I love the idea of these two contrasting one-another in the sense that Castiel's saving Dean, but at same he's being corrupted by him. It makes for some wonderful possibilities when it comes to fanfiction.
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Lovely.
I really like your style of writing. It's extremely in character and very hot. *grins*
"You know you are my salvation," Dean whispers once the kiss is broken. The Angel simply replies with: "And you are my corruption."
*sighs again*
Angel!love is the best.
*memories*
:>
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I only recently started actually posting my fanfiction. For the longest time, I was rather shy when it came to my writing. But after being pushed by a few people, I finally decided to give it a go. Plus, I just cannot resist writing stories centered around these two. There are just so many possibilities - it's driving my Muse insane. ^^;
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Thanks for reading!
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"He wasn't Atlas; he was just a man. Why was it his responsibility to carry the weight of the world?"
-- Um, I love you! Greek mythology owns my soul, so this line...LOVED it! *jumps up and down* The parallelism is very fitting for what Dean must do.
And these two go hand-in-hand!
"He now understood why so many of his brothers chose to fall all those millennia ago. The pleasures of the flesh were intoxicating."
""You know you are my salvation," Dean whispers once the kiss is broken. The Angel simply replies with: "And you are my corruption.""
--- Fantastic lines right there! I read up on the Grigori last night, which allowed me to enjoy this even more than I would've before. Dean's so worth it Castiel =P
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A kindred spirit. I also love Greek Mythology. It has fascinated since I was a child. I blame it on Disney...
The parallelism is very fitting for what Dean must do.
That's exactly what I was going for. Kudos to you for picking up on that.
Fantastic lines right there! I read up on the Grigori last night, which allowed me to enjoy this even more than I would've before.
You know you are the first person I've come across who actually knows who the Grigori are? Good for you, hun! *thumbs up*
Dean's so worth it Castiel =P
TRUFAX.
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Your language and the way you opened it, I was pulled in from the first few words and couldn't wait to read on. And the end came way too soon.
I love the way they're described, esp. Castiel. You created lovely imagery too.
He wasn't Atlas; he was just a man. Why was it his responsibility to carry the weight of the world?
--- One of my favorite lines. It's simplistic yet incredible in power.
He now understood why so many of his brothers chose to fall all those millennia ago. The pleasures of the flesh were intoxicating.
--- Ohhh very nice. The way of the human cannot be ignored.
And that ending, beyond perfect. "My salvation" and "my corruption" for the things to say to each other. You couldn't have phrased that any better. It's one of the best endings to a fic I've ever read.
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One of my favorite lines. It's simplistic yet incredible in power.
It's one of my favorites as well. It fits Dean perfectly.
And that ending, beyond perfect. "My salvation" and "my corruption" for the things to say to each other. You couldn't have phrased that any better. It's one of the best endings to a fic I've ever read.
Once again, I thank you.
I love the contrasting nature of the final line of dialog spoken between Dean and Castiel. You have the hunter in need of salvation, and the Angel who's trying to be that savior. And yet at the same time, he's slowly being corrupted by him. It's poetic.
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I may very well write more in the future, so keep an eye out. ;)
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There may well indeed be more. It all depends on my Muse.
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Like guh! Stab to the heart!
I love this very very much!
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I think the last line must have killed me!
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This line hurts me. :( But the sex makes it better, all sensuality and intimacy. I love this, bb, especially the last line.
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Pellets of rain were beating against the motel room window, creating a soft, sweet melody. Dean couldn't help but think they were the tears of Angels; crying for the sin he was about to commit. Still, he didn't care. He needed this more than anything else on this earthly plane. He needed a release from all of the burdens that had been weighing down on his shoulders for as long as he could remember.
He wasn't Atlas; he was just a man. Why was it his responsibility to carry the weight of the world?
*And my other favorite part*
The Angel collapses on top of Dean; the both of them breathless. Dean wraps his arms around him - his Angel - and kisses him softly.
"You know you are my salvation," Dean whispers once the kiss is broken. The Angel simply replies with: "And you are my corruption."
Thank you for sharing, keep up the excellent work and don't ever stop writing this