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it is the catalyst
debra/dexter
dexter
nc-17
written for the porn battle
prompt: punish
spoilers for season 6 finale
The door to the apartment slammed.
Deb's face was turned away from his. Dexter stared at his silent, still sister, her brown hair cascading over her shoulder. Slowly, she tucked it behind her ear, running her fingers through it, a nervous gesture he'd seen a thousand times before. Maybe even a million.
So why did his stomach suddenly lurch with dread? "Deb-" She whipped around, in a flash of warm light. She pressed herself against him, her hands on either side of his neck, pressing him back into her.
He almost fell over from the force of the shock that streaked through him, which he had not felt when she helped him dump Travis in the marina, or from the calm that seemed to possess her since she had observed him slicing Travis' body into sections, a calm that had not broken until now.
Dexter felt her warm tears against his face. She broke away from him then, and looked into his face. Deb's mouth contorted into a snarl, her lips pulled back to show her clenched teeth. She shoved him. "Fuck you!" she hissed. She took a step towards him and Dexter almost instinctively stepped back.
Debra grabbed him by the front of the shirt with both hands. She shoved him again and he lost his balance, slipping back onto the floor. He caught himself in the fall by putting his arm back; from this position he looked up at his sister.
She was utterly transformed to him, transformed by their secrets colliding to create what seemed to him like an entirely new universe, one nearly beyond comprehension. Debra crackled with electricity, the intensity of her fury filling up the entire apartment. And then, as if all the air were rushing back into the room, the sensation was gone.
Deb fell onto her knees. She collapsed slowly from there, in a slow decaying arc, until her forehead was almost touching the floor. She shook and for a moment, he wondered if she was cold. That was when he heard the quiet sobs that racked her whole body. He crawled towards her, placing his hand on her shoulder. In a bolt, she pulled back and slapped him across the face as hard as she could. It threw him for a moment, but he still enfolded her into his arms. She struggled against him and then slumped against him.
After a few minutes, she looked up at him. "Take me to your room." He stared at her. She stared back at him, as if she were surprised by her own directness. And then-
"Now."
The moments leading up to what happened next seemed non-existent to Dexter later. It was as though suddenly he had gone from holding his sister on the floor of the living room to lying back on his bed watching her undress. She did so with her back to him. The lights were off and her skin looked cold and blue. When she turned to look at him, he swallowed. Her face was cold too, almost as cold as the angular, staccato patterns of moonlight scattered across the floor. "Take off your clothes." It wasn't a question. He did so, though he still didn't really understand how all of this could be happening.
She pushed him onto his back as she got up onto the bed. "Please, Deb what-"
"Shut up."
She mounted him and again, he stared up at her and it felt as if he were looking at a stranger. Though he supposed now, they both knew the other had always been a stranger. She looked him in the eyes, her expression unreadable.
"Touch me."
Dexter drew a sharp breath. He decided then, that this must be what she needed and that he should be a good brother, though this was definitely out of the ordinary. He thought of her heaving the bags of Travis over the side of the Slice. Gently, a little frightened, he put his hands on her hips. He slid them up her sides and back, felt her shiver. He cupped her breasts, brushing his fingers over her nipples. She felt so cold and he pulled her down towards him, wrapping his arms around her. He could feel her curling into him, felt her lips on his neck and collarbone and her warm breath on his skin, hot and damp.
"Fuck me," she whispered in his ear. The words seemed to travel from his ear straight to his cock. He could feel himself getting hard against her leg. He could feel the heat from between her legs. Before he could move to do anything, she had taken him in her hand and was guiding him into her. She cried out when the head of his cock was against the opening of her pussy and pushed herself down onto him. He ran his hands up her thighs, reaching around to cup her ass, when her hand snatched into his hair. She yanked his head back so that his chin was thrust up towards the ceiling. Her mouth was on his neck, sucking and biting. He let out a groan. He was so deep inside of her, but he could feel her pulling away and pulling away, each movement inside her becoming more shallow as she pulled away.
He wanted more. It frightened him how much he wanted her.
She pulled off of him and, by the hair, dragged him between her legs, hooking her feet on top of his back, so that she was spread open in front of his face. Without thinking, he pushed himself forward, opening his mouth over the sensitive exposed skin between her lips. He sucked her clit and slid his tongue inside her. He used his hands to spread her labia farther apart and heard her gasp loudly as the the hood of her clit was pulled tight, baring the tender nerve beneath it. He ran the tip of his tongue over the sensitive folds of skin and felt how wet she was getting against his mouth.
Debra cried out and shook, pressing herself onto his mouth. He watched her come, pushing her towards it with every move of his tongue, and watched her face. Abruptly, he grabbed her and, in one stroke, slid back inside her. She let out a wail and wrapped legs around him. They began to move in rhythm Deb's legs clenched tightly around his hips. He pushed her down onto her back and, taking one of her legs, hooked it over his shoulder. From there, things became a blur, the two of them completely lost in the other. At one point, Dexter saw Harry standing in the corner of the room, a look of horror on his face, but it was only for a split second.
He felt her coming again and quickened the pace, feeling her tighten around him while she let out a silent scream, her head thrown back and her mouth open wide. He covered her mouth with his own, kissing her and coming hard, deep inside her. They collapsed together, sweaty and exhausted.
They kept staring at each other. Debra still did not smile and she remained silent.Dexter understood that he had hurt her beyond his ability to understand her pain. He wanted to explain everything to her, who he was, why he had done it, why this had been wrong for both of them, but he couldn't.
Everything was different, but everything was still the same.
debra/dexter
dexter
nc-17
written for the porn battle
prompt: punish
spoilers for season 6 finale
The door to the apartment slammed.
Deb's face was turned away from his. Dexter stared at his silent, still sister, her brown hair cascading over her shoulder. Slowly, she tucked it behind her ear, running her fingers through it, a nervous gesture he'd seen a thousand times before. Maybe even a million.
So why did his stomach suddenly lurch with dread? "Deb-" She whipped around, in a flash of warm light. She pressed herself against him, her hands on either side of his neck, pressing him back into her.
He almost fell over from the force of the shock that streaked through him, which he had not felt when she helped him dump Travis in the marina, or from the calm that seemed to possess her since she had observed him slicing Travis' body into sections, a calm that had not broken until now.
Dexter felt her warm tears against his face. She broke away from him then, and looked into his face. Deb's mouth contorted into a snarl, her lips pulled back to show her clenched teeth. She shoved him. "Fuck you!" she hissed. She took a step towards him and Dexter almost instinctively stepped back.
Debra grabbed him by the front of the shirt with both hands. She shoved him again and he lost his balance, slipping back onto the floor. He caught himself in the fall by putting his arm back; from this position he looked up at his sister.
She was utterly transformed to him, transformed by their secrets colliding to create what seemed to him like an entirely new universe, one nearly beyond comprehension. Debra crackled with electricity, the intensity of her fury filling up the entire apartment. And then, as if all the air were rushing back into the room, the sensation was gone.
Deb fell onto her knees. She collapsed slowly from there, in a slow decaying arc, until her forehead was almost touching the floor. She shook and for a moment, he wondered if she was cold. That was when he heard the quiet sobs that racked her whole body. He crawled towards her, placing his hand on her shoulder. In a bolt, she pulled back and slapped him across the face as hard as she could. It threw him for a moment, but he still enfolded her into his arms. She struggled against him and then slumped against him.
After a few minutes, she looked up at him. "Take me to your room." He stared at her. She stared back at him, as if she were surprised by her own directness. And then-
"Now."
The moments leading up to what happened next seemed non-existent to Dexter later. It was as though suddenly he had gone from holding his sister on the floor of the living room to lying back on his bed watching her undress. She did so with her back to him. The lights were off and her skin looked cold and blue. When she turned to look at him, he swallowed. Her face was cold too, almost as cold as the angular, staccato patterns of moonlight scattered across the floor. "Take off your clothes." It wasn't a question. He did so, though he still didn't really understand how all of this could be happening.
She pushed him onto his back as she got up onto the bed. "Please, Deb what-"
"Shut up."
She mounted him and again, he stared up at her and it felt as if he were looking at a stranger. Though he supposed now, they both knew the other had always been a stranger. She looked him in the eyes, her expression unreadable.
"Touch me."
Dexter drew a sharp breath. He decided then, that this must be what she needed and that he should be a good brother, though this was definitely out of the ordinary. He thought of her heaving the bags of Travis over the side of the Slice. Gently, a little frightened, he put his hands on her hips. He slid them up her sides and back, felt her shiver. He cupped her breasts, brushing his fingers over her nipples. She felt so cold and he pulled her down towards him, wrapping his arms around her. He could feel her curling into him, felt her lips on his neck and collarbone and her warm breath on his skin, hot and damp.
"Fuck me," she whispered in his ear. The words seemed to travel from his ear straight to his cock. He could feel himself getting hard against her leg. He could feel the heat from between her legs. Before he could move to do anything, she had taken him in her hand and was guiding him into her. She cried out when the head of his cock was against the opening of her pussy and pushed herself down onto him. He ran his hands up her thighs, reaching around to cup her ass, when her hand snatched into his hair. She yanked his head back so that his chin was thrust up towards the ceiling. Her mouth was on his neck, sucking and biting. He let out a groan. He was so deep inside of her, but he could feel her pulling away and pulling away, each movement inside her becoming more shallow as she pulled away.
He wanted more. It frightened him how much he wanted her.
She pulled off of him and, by the hair, dragged him between her legs, hooking her feet on top of his back, so that she was spread open in front of his face. Without thinking, he pushed himself forward, opening his mouth over the sensitive exposed skin between her lips. He sucked her clit and slid his tongue inside her. He used his hands to spread her labia farther apart and heard her gasp loudly as the the hood of her clit was pulled tight, baring the tender nerve beneath it. He ran the tip of his tongue over the sensitive folds of skin and felt how wet she was getting against his mouth.
Debra cried out and shook, pressing herself onto his mouth. He watched her come, pushing her towards it with every move of his tongue, and watched her face. Abruptly, he grabbed her and, in one stroke, slid back inside her. She let out a wail and wrapped legs around him. They began to move in rhythm Deb's legs clenched tightly around his hips. He pushed her down onto her back and, taking one of her legs, hooked it over his shoulder. From there, things became a blur, the two of them completely lost in the other. At one point, Dexter saw Harry standing in the corner of the room, a look of horror on his face, but it was only for a split second.
He felt her coming again and quickened the pace, feeling her tighten around him while she let out a silent scream, her head thrown back and her mouth open wide. He covered her mouth with his own, kissing her and coming hard, deep inside her. They collapsed together, sweaty and exhausted.
They kept staring at each other. Debra still did not smile and she remained silent.Dexter understood that he had hurt her beyond his ability to understand her pain. He wanted to explain everything to her, who he was, why he had done it, why this had been wrong for both of them, but he couldn't.
Everything was different, but everything was still the same.