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[faiththatfuelsu]

Confession
1. The act or process of confessing.
2. The act or process of admitting to something.
3.Something confessed, especially disclosure of one's sins to a priest for absolution.
4. A written or oral statement acknowledging guilt, made by one who has been accused or charged with an offense.

Comments

[a_fatalist]

I would fuck you, Hunter or no. But you've got suuuuuch a stick up that ass. [and wouldn't you rather have his dick, Dean? Hmmm?]

[a_fatalist]

...You are joking. [he lets him go because oh god, funny.

He's laughing so hard] Mm. [he licks his lips slowly] Oh, definitely cute. Hey - how about this, cowboy?

I don't bite, I don't kill. Just fuck you. All I want, anyway... already fed tonight.

[samefivealbums]

[Hey, at least he can breathe again. Doesn't much appreciate the laughing, though.] So, what, fuck or die? Are you serious? [It's really on the tip of his tongue to make another Twilight crack, but even Dean has better sense than that.]

[a_fatalist]

Mm-hmm. Yup. Or is it... [smirks as he bites his lip, tugging his shirt up and off...] This doesn't do it for you?

[samefivealbums]

You're still a vampire, dude. Still not my type. [Edging along the wall, looking for an escape.]

[a_fatalist]

Racist. [he crowds him against it again...] Species-ist?

Whatever. Let me fuck you, Dean. [licks along his neck] Didn't say no... and I can't help what I am, man. C'mon.

[samefivealbums]

Pretty sure I did say no. At least once. [Oh god, not the neck. He holds his breath waiting for teeth.]

[a_fatalist]

[sucks softly, just his skin. His fangs don't even peek through] Mm...

[samefivealbums]

[Releases a shaky breath after a minute, pleased to still have his skin intact. Although, he doesn't believe it'll last.] You're not actually listening to a word I'm saying, are you?

[a_fatalist]

Nope. [smug] If it doesn't sound like 'more', I've no interest. Oh. [he looks up] And in case you missed it; the name's Damon.

[samefivealbums]

Hey, that's great Damon. So, about that 'no' we discussed. [A little more pushing. He doesn't actually want to die, but giving up is just not his thing either.]

[a_fatalist]

I think... [so not even giving him leeway here, nuzzling to his neck and scenting again...] What you really mean is 'more'... I mean - [lowers one hand to cup and squeeze against his jeans...] Look...

[samefivealbums]

[Grunts in surprise, even though he really should have been expecting that by now. He squirms, trying to get some space between them and answers between gritted teeth.] It's a proven fact that a man's cock never actually knows what's good for him.

[a_fatalist]

Bull... it's more honest than the rest of you. [he smirks, confident, cocky] Am I really so undesirable?

Just because I'm what I am? [that's so redundant. Especially... considering his brother isn't exactly...]

[samefivealbums]

Hey, I'm no prude. If you were alive, we wouldn't even be having this conversation. Problem is, I'm just not into cadavers... [He is trying very hard to stay calm while one of his very favorite parts is in a very powerful grip. God, that would be a shitty way to die.]

[a_fatalist]

How boring. Your concept of 'alive' is a bit skewed, man. I'm here, aren't I? [very real... pressing arousal to your hip, Dean, as he strokes into your jeans now] Heh.