Ficlet: Dioscuri
So, I did this thingy a while ago where I took drabble prompts based on quotes. And I posted the 5 results here. And my darling rejeneration just missed the cutoff by SECONDS of me finishing the drabbles. So I wanted to still do her prompt anyhow. And um, I have writer's block. Argh. And the only way for me to beat it is to WRITE and say fuck the consequences. So this is what her quote inspired in me. It's weird and um, yeah.
I am really scared of what will happen on Thursday, too.
Title: Dioscuri
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R-ish
Wordcount: 729
Prompt: Take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with night.
Summary: If Sam had his way, we'd all turn from the sun, and worship the night.
"Take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with night." - William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet
"Romeo, if dead, should be cut up into little stars to make the heavens fine." - Ralph Waldo Emerson, Love
Dioscuri
When the moon is swallowed whole, Dean kisses him.
*
It was hours earlier that Dean presented him with the telescope. He wouldn't say where it was from, and Sam knew it had to be stolen, but didn't really care to reprobate him for what was already done. It's a broken record.
And it's the freedom that their situation allows, the existential being loses faith and gains freedom. It just doesn't matter that Dean learn some pissy little lesson that Sam wants to teach him. It doesn't matter that Sam play by the rules of the world instead of living on their fringes like Dean always does.
Did.
*
So they're on the roof, watching the lunar eclipse and in that moment when the darkness passes over the vestigial sliver of the moon, Dean leans over to kiss him and rub at Sam's crotch with his palm. Rubs the denim and puts pressure on his dick, all the while tongue sliding past his teeth and Sam feels the telescope crash against the roof when he pulls Dean by the scruff of his shirt. Somehow lifts him into the circle of his arms and legs and they're together in the dark. They're kissing against the roof as the world loses the light.
Sam moving and shoving against him, body heavy and hot against Dean's. Pushing and sliding over and over, closing in and there's a flash of color behind his eyes when Dean's hands come to his face. Dean shoves his mouth away and gasps for air.
*
And when the silver moon is back and full, Dean is still rutting against him, breath hot against his neck, hands beneath his jeans and his shirts, just touching him everywhere he can. The splay of Dean's fingers against Sam's stomach, warm and real and moving in little calming circles.
"This is what keeps me here," Dean whispers as his fingers trace the skin over Sam's heart.
"Stay," Sam says before crushing his mouth again. The kiss is fast and angry, he wants Dean to bruise and swell. Wants those lips to be marked as his, wants to see it in the morning.
But the night can never end.
*
When the sun is swallowed whole, Sam is alone.
He feels triumphant staring straight into the eclipse, even though you're not supposed to. Sam is beyond what you are and you aren't supposed to do. He is beyond elementary-school lessons and wagging fingers of disapproval.
Sam stares into the eclipse and smiles at the black engulfing the fire.
*
The next lunar eclipse is only a week away when the vision comes.
Sam wakes up and wipes the water from his eyes, staring down at the sheets he's wound himself in, like shedding skin, tight against him but bunching and sloughing off. He smirks and wriggles out of the cocoon, standing, naked and full, staring out of the window overlooking the horizon. The moon is waxing full.
He knows what to do.
*
When again the moon is swallowed up by the shadows and the night, Dean comes back to him. His eyes are the stars and his body is made of dust.
A moment's breath on Sam's lips is all he gets, before the moon breaks free of the shadow and the light fills Dean's body, making him disappear.
*
When Dean hands him the telescope, Sam kisses him first. Before the night, before the reciprocation and the sex and the sweat, the angry kisses Sam will burn and bite into him. Sam kisses Dean because he remembered the eclipse. Sam kisses Dean because he wants to spend a night up on the roof with him, instead of chasing tail and moments of pleasure.
Sam kisses Dean because he's given up.
*
When Sam burns the sun away, and brings darkness upon the world, Dean meets him in the garden, amongst the asphodel.
"The stars have gone dark," Dean remarks when Sam sits next to him in the grass. "It's almost pitch."
Sam doesn't say much. It's been months since he's had anyone around that he's cared to speak to. But for Dean, he takes a deep breath, and rasps out. "It's beautiful like this, don't you think?"
Dean sighs. "You know, this world will wither away and die in the darkness. Eventually."
Sam knows. "Let it happen."
And they do.
I am really scared of what will happen on Thursday, too.
Title: Dioscuri
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R-ish
Wordcount: 729
Prompt: Take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with night.
Summary: If Sam had his way, we'd all turn from the sun, and worship the night.
"Take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with night." - William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet
"Romeo, if dead, should be cut up into little stars to make the heavens fine." - Ralph Waldo Emerson, Love
Dioscuri
When the moon is swallowed whole, Dean kisses him.
*
It was hours earlier that Dean presented him with the telescope. He wouldn't say where it was from, and Sam knew it had to be stolen, but didn't really care to reprobate him for what was already done. It's a broken record.
And it's the freedom that their situation allows, the existential being loses faith and gains freedom. It just doesn't matter that Dean learn some pissy little lesson that Sam wants to teach him. It doesn't matter that Sam play by the rules of the world instead of living on their fringes like Dean always does.
Did.
*
So they're on the roof, watching the lunar eclipse and in that moment when the darkness passes over the vestigial sliver of the moon, Dean leans over to kiss him and rub at Sam's crotch with his palm. Rubs the denim and puts pressure on his dick, all the while tongue sliding past his teeth and Sam feels the telescope crash against the roof when he pulls Dean by the scruff of his shirt. Somehow lifts him into the circle of his arms and legs and they're together in the dark. They're kissing against the roof as the world loses the light.
Sam moving and shoving against him, body heavy and hot against Dean's. Pushing and sliding over and over, closing in and there's a flash of color behind his eyes when Dean's hands come to his face. Dean shoves his mouth away and gasps for air.
*
And when the silver moon is back and full, Dean is still rutting against him, breath hot against his neck, hands beneath his jeans and his shirts, just touching him everywhere he can. The splay of Dean's fingers against Sam's stomach, warm and real and moving in little calming circles.
"This is what keeps me here," Dean whispers as his fingers trace the skin over Sam's heart.
"Stay," Sam says before crushing his mouth again. The kiss is fast and angry, he wants Dean to bruise and swell. Wants those lips to be marked as his, wants to see it in the morning.
But the night can never end.
*
When the sun is swallowed whole, Sam is alone.
He feels triumphant staring straight into the eclipse, even though you're not supposed to. Sam is beyond what you are and you aren't supposed to do. He is beyond elementary-school lessons and wagging fingers of disapproval.
Sam stares into the eclipse and smiles at the black engulfing the fire.
*
The next lunar eclipse is only a week away when the vision comes.
Sam wakes up and wipes the water from his eyes, staring down at the sheets he's wound himself in, like shedding skin, tight against him but bunching and sloughing off. He smirks and wriggles out of the cocoon, standing, naked and full, staring out of the window overlooking the horizon. The moon is waxing full.
He knows what to do.
*
When again the moon is swallowed up by the shadows and the night, Dean comes back to him. His eyes are the stars and his body is made of dust.
A moment's breath on Sam's lips is all he gets, before the moon breaks free of the shadow and the light fills Dean's body, making him disappear.
*
When Dean hands him the telescope, Sam kisses him first. Before the night, before the reciprocation and the sex and the sweat, the angry kisses Sam will burn and bite into him. Sam kisses Dean because he remembered the eclipse. Sam kisses Dean because he wants to spend a night up on the roof with him, instead of chasing tail and moments of pleasure.
Sam kisses Dean because he's given up.
*
When Sam burns the sun away, and brings darkness upon the world, Dean meets him in the garden, amongst the asphodel.
"The stars have gone dark," Dean remarks when Sam sits next to him in the grass. "It's almost pitch."
Sam doesn't say much. It's been months since he's had anyone around that he's cared to speak to. But for Dean, he takes a deep breath, and rasps out. "It's beautiful like this, don't you think?"
Dean sighs. "You know, this world will wither away and die in the darkness. Eventually."
Sam knows. "Let it happen."
And they do.