Replacement, Dean/Nathan, SPN/Heroes
Title: Replacement
Author: Mackeygenius
Rating: Nc-17
Pairing: Dean/Nathan, allusion Sam/Dean, Nathan/Peter
Spoiler: None.
Warning: Let me think... slash, incest, that's all.
Notes: Written for the Heroes pornathon, my prompt was Dean/Nathan, incest. Hope you'll enjoy it, reviews are like cookies for me so feel free to send some. A big thanks to mf_luder_xf for the betaing.
Little brothers are a pain in the ass.
You never thought that sentence would be a pick-up line, even with your ability to fuck everything (human and breathing your only standards). Looks like you were wrong. Not that you're complaining.
A few beers, some idle chat, the realization that both of your brothers are ungrateful, little brats lead to you down on your knees in the stall of a seedy bathroom bar of New York. Your lips are wrapped around his cock and you feel his fingers tightening in your hair, sometimes slipping, as though he expected it to be longer. You shut up the voice which tells you it's wrong because he fucking left; you don't have to feel guilty about this. Suddenly irritated, you notice you subconsciously chose his complete opposite. Short hair, no dimples in sight, and a foreign air of ruthlessness. You speed up, head bobbing up and down, sucking the hard shaft leaking pre-cum into your mouth. The taste is salty and bitter on your tongue. You relax your throat, taking his dick deeper until your nose is burried in dark curls and you are rewarded by muffled grunts and an unexpected jerk of hips. You slide your hands on them, holding them down, applying enough pressure to be certain there would be bruises tomorrow as you continue to suck him better than a $5,000 whore would.
It doesn't take much time before his body tenses and come floods your mouth. You swallow everything, not wasting a drop, stopping only when his fingers start to dig painfully in your shoulders. Standing up, your cock pressing painfully against the zipper of your jeans, you let him push you against the closed door of the stall. You grab his tie around your fist, dragging his face toward yours and for a split second, his eyes warm. You know for sure someone did this before you, someone he cared about, because his mechanical stance is gone. You would bet your right arm it was the man nurse-to-be. You've got no proof, but it's a gut feeling and those are the only things keeping you alive, now.
Ironic that you fall on the same kind of freak as you, even if this one was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
Guess you're not so unique, after all.
You smash your lips against his roughly, no need to be gentle with a stranger. It's a furious clash of teeth; lips split, blood and saliva trade, hiding the underlying taste of bourbon and the smell of expensive cologne. Which are wrongwrongwrong because it should be mint and cinnamon, and how much crap did you give him for that, anyway? You rest your head against the door, observing him as his hands give a sharp tug on your belt. Then your pants are pooling around your feet and his right hand is wrapped around your dick.
Quick, efficient pulls makes you grunt, the fingers are strong but missing a scar between the index and middle finger. You groan as he viciously pushes his thumb about the slit of your cock, causing you to grow even harder.
Absently, you wonder if you're being jerked off by the future version of your brother. Grin is gone replaced by calculative eyes and greed, empty in spite of having a beautiful wife, the white fence and the 2.5 kids. The hand stroking you goes faster and you finally lose control when he bites into your throat hard.
When you win your breath back, if your mind whispers a different name than Nathan, you don't acknowledge it.
END
Author: Mackeygenius
Rating: Nc-17
Pairing: Dean/Nathan, allusion Sam/Dean, Nathan/Peter
Spoiler: None.
Warning: Let me think... slash, incest, that's all.
Notes: Written for the Heroes pornathon, my prompt was Dean/Nathan, incest. Hope you'll enjoy it, reviews are like cookies for me so feel free to send some. A big thanks to mf_luder_xf for the betaing.
Little brothers are a pain in the ass.
You never thought that sentence would be a pick-up line, even with your ability to fuck everything (human and breathing your only standards). Looks like you were wrong. Not that you're complaining.
A few beers, some idle chat, the realization that both of your brothers are ungrateful, little brats lead to you down on your knees in the stall of a seedy bathroom bar of New York. Your lips are wrapped around his cock and you feel his fingers tightening in your hair, sometimes slipping, as though he expected it to be longer. You shut up the voice which tells you it's wrong because he fucking left; you don't have to feel guilty about this. Suddenly irritated, you notice you subconsciously chose his complete opposite. Short hair, no dimples in sight, and a foreign air of ruthlessness. You speed up, head bobbing up and down, sucking the hard shaft leaking pre-cum into your mouth. The taste is salty and bitter on your tongue. You relax your throat, taking his dick deeper until your nose is burried in dark curls and you are rewarded by muffled grunts and an unexpected jerk of hips. You slide your hands on them, holding them down, applying enough pressure to be certain there would be bruises tomorrow as you continue to suck him better than a $5,000 whore would.
It doesn't take much time before his body tenses and come floods your mouth. You swallow everything, not wasting a drop, stopping only when his fingers start to dig painfully in your shoulders. Standing up, your cock pressing painfully against the zipper of your jeans, you let him push you against the closed door of the stall. You grab his tie around your fist, dragging his face toward yours and for a split second, his eyes warm. You know for sure someone did this before you, someone he cared about, because his mechanical stance is gone. You would bet your right arm it was the man nurse-to-be. You've got no proof, but it's a gut feeling and those are the only things keeping you alive, now.
Ironic that you fall on the same kind of freak as you, even if this one was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
Guess you're not so unique, after all.
You smash your lips against his roughly, no need to be gentle with a stranger. It's a furious clash of teeth; lips split, blood and saliva trade, hiding the underlying taste of bourbon and the smell of expensive cologne. Which are wrongwrongwrong because it should be mint and cinnamon, and how much crap did you give him for that, anyway? You rest your head against the door, observing him as his hands give a sharp tug on your belt. Then your pants are pooling around your feet and his right hand is wrapped around your dick.
Quick, efficient pulls makes you grunt, the fingers are strong but missing a scar between the index and middle finger. You groan as he viciously pushes his thumb about the slit of your cock, causing you to grow even harder.
Absently, you wonder if you're being jerked off by the future version of your brother. Grin is gone replaced by calculative eyes and greed, empty in spite of having a beautiful wife, the white fence and the 2.5 kids. The hand stroking you goes faster and you finally lose control when he bites into your throat hard.
When you win your breath back, if your mind whispers a different name than Nathan, you don't acknowledge it.
END