Fanfic - SPN/SV: Lawrence vs. Smallville: The Showdown (AMARA B-DAY FIC!)
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Yeah, okay, so the infamously unfinished Kansas Badboys fic is still infamously unfinished, but I really wanted to give you fic for your birthday and it just refused to be something other than epic, so I put together these two scenes from the start of the competition. They are, like everything else, still heavily up for grabs in terms of rewrites (*cough/POVs/cough*), but I do hope you like them anyway and let me know what you think, okay? :-D Also? This is currently set for your eyes only, but if you'd like someone else to have access, just let me know and I can add them to this filter or, you know, make this public for a bit or something I'm thinking to make it public later, because it's a WIP but still kinda sexy, right? [DONE!] So, anyway … on to the abbreviated header.
Working Title: Lawrence vs. Smallville: The Epic Kansas Bad Boy Showdown [scenes from]
Fandoms: Supernatural/Smallville
Characters: Sam, Dean, Clark, Jason, Lex (pairings in these scenes being Sam/Dean, Clark/Jason, and Dean/Jason, with mentions of Sam/Jason and Clark/Jason/Lex).
Rating: NC-17 for language, sexuality, and violence.
Word Count: ~3000 words.
Warnings/Spoilers: blah blah blah Dub-con (implied non-con). blah blah blah M/s. Kink/BDSM. blah blah blah Plot. blah blah blah Smut. Graphix m/m sex. blah blah blah Spoilers for "Born Under a Bad Sign" maybe. blah blah blah LISTEN: The bad boys are evil, they like to fuck with their respective Jensen-Ackles-shaped boys. End of- … oh wait, not quite. Just read it already! XD
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"Why don't we start with something easy, let the boys warm up?"
Sam chuckled at the broad smile on Clark's face, his eyes lighting up above it, as if holiday presents were on the way. "What did you have in mind?"
"I was thinking … a little performance." Clark kept his eyes on Sam, but his hand went to the small of Jason's back. "Jason, why don't you open up the cabinets so our guests can see where all the fun comes from."
Rolling his eyes but still curious, Sam watched as Jason nodded demurely and went to pull open and slide back the doors on a wall of closets and cabinets, revealing rows upon rows of toys and torture implements in various shades of red and black.
Sam only barely bit back the 'wow' on his tongue, his cock giving a jolt at the thought of polished handles in his hands and delightful marks all over Dean's skin. "Well, that looks like quite a collection."
"Told ya." Clark's eyebrows wagged as he gestured for Sam to follow him on a tour of his stash.
Dean, nearby but barely noticed, was compelled to follow too, his teeth clenching as Sam yanked on his leash. He tried, once or twice, to catch Jason's eyes, but the other boy was too busy bowing and scraping in with his cringing and taking drink orders. Watching the guy sink slowly to bended knee in order to offer up two chilled bottles of beer, though, almost made Dean scoff. Almost.
Part of him wondered if the kid had really had all his fight beaten out of him or if he'd maybe just never been free at all, if servitude had always been his life. It made Dean swallow, his mind wandering as he wondered, maybe for the first time, if his own situation really wasn't as terrible as it could be.
"So, I said a performance, right?" Clark grabbed his beer and took a swig after Sam had nabbed his. Then he reached for Jason, pulling him up and against his body, a hand on the back of his leather pants as Jason almost huddled into his shoulder.
Dean couldn't believe how much the guy let himself be manhandled and yet ignored at the same time. Except … wasn't that what Sam did to him? He shook his head, blinking away the swapped image of him in Jason's place, being felt up without protest like he was just some whore-type teddybear to be fondled and fucked without saying a word.
His mind whirred, the conversation slipping by his ears until he heard Jason's soft 'please'.
Clark stilled, his fingers gripping Jason's ass as he leaned to speak low into his ear. "Do you want a few days in the little cage, Jason? 'Cause right now's not a really good time to fuck with me."
Jason shook his head, slowly but without hesitation, then detached himself as Clark released him. He stepped into an open space near the center of the room and began to strip, taking his time, knowing he was watched, but still making it seem almost casual.
Clark beckoned Sam to the rather regal, though small, seating area that framed one corner of Jason's stripping space and they sat, Sam tugging Dean down to kneel on the floor beside him. By then, Jason's mesh tank was a dark red heap on the floor and he was bent, ass straining leather in their direction as he unlaced his boots, hands faltering some before sliding up his legs, emphasizing the muscle under the slick dark material of his pants. As he straightened up, he stepped out of his boots and settled with his body angled so everyone could see both his front and his back. His hands fumbled again at the waist of his pants, and Dean could tell from the constant bounce of Clark's leg that he was getting impatient, but the leather started peeling away before he decided to say anything.
Pulling himself out of the heavy leather, Jason ran his fingers under the thin straps of his leather jock but didn't pull it down, his brain working to calm his jitters. Clark's new friend was the kind of guy he couldn't look in the eye anymore, the kind of guy who'd sit back and smile if Clark decided his boy needed extreme violence in order to see reason. Jason knew he couldn't afford to say no, but Clark wasn't really one for guests, so revealing himself like this wasn't half as easy as Clark wanted it to be.
His spine snapped straight, though, as he felt a blink of wind, then the press of Clark's bodyheat against his back, Clark's hand firm over the front of his skimpy underwear. "You wanna tell me why this is still on, Jason?"
Jason's voice shook as he tried to answer, the crush of Clark's fingers against his cock and balls making words difficult to find. "I- … I was- … Just- … Please- …"
Clark's grip continued to tighten as he spoke. "You know, it's funny how coy you're playing things right now, because you have to know that later I'm gonna let Sam over there have a go at you, see why it is I keep you around."
Jason's shoulder blades trembled, thinking about another man, not Clark and not Lex, pressing his body against his, but when he imagined himself as the sole focus of that wicked grin's attention, his lungs clenched tighter, knowing it would be as brutal as it was sexual.
"Yeah. He's- … Hmm. Let's just say I like his style." Clark's hand squeezed the package he'd palmed until Jason squeaked, arching to press his body away, as if he could budge the pseudo-human wall at his back. "So, here's what you're gonna do, Jason. You're gonna take this off, then you're gonna go grab some lube and a few toys for you and Sam's boy to play with. Aren't you?"
Jason nodded, blinking over wet eyes, his words as broken as he felt. "Y- yeah. Yeah."
"Okay then. You know what I like. Don't disappoint me."
Clark moved away again, settling back into his chair and leaving Jason nodding but gingerly pulling down on his jock strap and stepping out of it seconds later. Then he went to the cabinets, hands grazing over a half dozen items before settling on a thick black double-headed dildo and a long red vibrator.
The implications of both items only really sunk in for Dean, however, when Sam shoved him in Jason's direction, face first, and told him to 'play nice'.
He righted himself, scuffed hands rubbing against the thighs of his black jeans as he kneeled in front of Jason. He refused to look up, but that was alright because Jason came down to him, kneeling and offering the lube like an olive branch before sheepishly taking it back at the sight of Dean's glare.
Dean turned back to curse at Sam, but his heart stopped at the black of his brother's eyes. He'd seen it too often, but it felt new every time and he double-blinked as if that might restore his world to its proper way of being. Of course, it didn't.
"If you boys don't want to entertain us this way, I'm sure Kal and I could find all kinds of fun things to do with you. Hell, we could … paint the room."
Sam's smirk twitched, barely holding back his amusement as he gestured to encompass the room. Dean felt sick, though, trudging through memories that made him shrink further away from Sam, knowing the words left off the end of that phrase were always 'with blood'.
He shook his head, eyes finding the floor as Sam chuckled, Clark's snicker enhancing the darkness of the sound.
"Then why don't you get comfortable … and then you can try out that vibe. Maybe Jason'll even let you fuck yourself on the other half of his dildo later if you ask real nice. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Dean?"
Dean tasted the grit in the slide of his teeth, but he could already feel the trickle of Sam's power on his skin and knew he was only one wrong word away from serious trouble. "Yes, sir."
"Good boy." Dean could hear Sam shift, relaxing after the tense work of reigning him in, and he felt his own muscles bunch, wishing he could fight for real and not just whatever passive-aggressive bullshit Sam let him get away with.
"Now … I want to see skin, I want to hear moans, and I want you to beg to come only when you can't stand it a second longer. Got it?"
"Yes, sir- …"
"You too, Jason."
Dean's eyes dashed to the man next to him as Jason nodded, tentatively confirming the command with his own master.
"Then let the games begin."
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Dean just sat for a moment, knowing he needed to strip, knowing he needed to spread his legs and lube up and fuck himself with some other guy's vibe because Sam was going to shred his skin in a minute, but- … A cool tap on his arm made him blink and he turned back towards Jason who was tapping him with the lube bottle, that olive branch offer again, and his eyes were hopeful, if nervous.
Dean looked at the bottle, looked at Jason, then huffed, already frustrated. "Can you actually talk or … ?"
Jason seemed to puzzle for a moment, eyebrows inching inward as he looked at Dean, speaking softly and stealing glances at his master. "I- … I can. I just- …" He shrugged, shaking his head some, almost helplessly unsure of what this question was all about. "He doesn't- … I don't- … you know. I don't need to. I mean … he's not- … What could I say?" He laughed, but it was more a like a fast pumping of forced air, his eyes glittering too bright like Dean had only seen on drug addicts and the joyfully insane.
"Jeezus." Dean's mouth dropped open as he realized just how deep Jason really was in his slavery.
"Boys …"
Clark's voice hit Jason like a stick on a cymbal and he shook, expression bringing more fear to the surface, now only tinged with mania, and he offered Dean the lube again with a desperate whisper. "Please?"
Dean breathed out slowly, but took the lube and shifted back to sitting, so that he could work on removing his boots. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Jason changed his position, turning to spread his knees in full view of the two top dogs in the room, one hand brushing over his cock and the other rolling over his pecs.
Yanking his boots off, then his socks, Dean listened to the soft hitches in Jason's breath as he rubbed his cock and pinched his nipples, alternating and tugging them hard enough to hurt. His eyes remained almost dazed, though, fixed on some point on the floor, as his chest arched into one hand and his hips did likewise with the other.
Dean's black muscle shirt was the next to come off, pulled up and tossed away, but it didn't distract Jason from his task, moans taking the place of his breaths as he slowly began fisting his cock. Dean licked his lips, not watching, really not watching Jason's lips part as his spine twisted up in an 's' with the slow pull of his hands. Dean's hands found his jeans somehow, fingers digging into the fly, the waist, and dragging them down until he was sitting on his ass in his briefs. Those fingers also found his cock, buried under cotton but already more excited than it should be.
Leaning back on his elbow, he stroked his cock, on instinct at first and hampered slightly by the lack of true stretch in the fabric, but it wasn't long before he was groaning in time with Jason, his own actions thinly veiled and Jason's on full display. He heard the elastic snap before he felt the pin pricks of demonic power, then his actions weren't hidden anymore, jagged pieces of white that used to be his underwear now scattered around his ass on the floor.
His eyes flashed up to Sam and the black was gone, but the hunger in his brother's eyes felt like it ate into him, holding him in rapt attention as he panted and bucked into his fist beside another guy doing the same thing. He felt pressure against his back hole and scrambled back a few inches before the weight of Sam's power pinned him down.
Nearly hyperventilating at the thought of Sam fucking him open with the sick heat of his power, it took Dean a minute to notice the jut of Sam's chin. "Look, Dean. Your little friend's got it right."
Dean turned his head and took in the sight of Jason, laying all the way down now, two fingers plunging in and out of his ass as his hips rolled into the fist around his cock. Then Jason was reaching for the lube that Dean had neglected and dripping it onto one tip of the black snake-like toy before spreading his legs wider and rubbing the head of that fake cock against his hole. He moaned as he pushed it slowly in, fingers of one hand wrapping at the grip in the middle of the toy and the fingers of the other returning to jack his dick in time with his still shallow thrusts.
Dean moaned too, reluctant, but unable to respond otherwise as Sam's power slipped into him, prying him open and rubbing against that rough patch of nerves that made his spine puddle into the small of his back.
"Jason was kind enough to offer you something to play with, Dean."
The power pulsing in his ass became a small fist punching inward and Dean gasped, eyes squeezing shut as his body fought to ride over the roughness and focus on the slice of pleasure that came with it. He jerked his cock faster, groaning at the thought of his ass gaping open as Sam fucked him with what looked like nothing but felt like everything.
"Why won't you just fuck yourself like a good boy instead of making me do all the work, you little slut?"
Dean cried out as that fist of power doubled in size scraping his insides up and widening him beyond anything that could ever truly be pleasureful. His answer was only pizzicato grunts, but he groped for the lube and the vibrator only breathing half normally again as Sam pulled his power away and let him slick up the toy and push it in to the hilt in one go.
He was only vaguely surprised when the vibrator switched itself on and ramped its speed up to high without him needing to do a thing more than shove it repeatedly into his ass. The sensation meant his connection with reality narrowed and faded, his eyes falling on Jason's writhing body as he let himself lay back, his head finding a natural angle on the floor.
Jason's eyes were screwed shut like he was concentrating as his hands worked over his body, ramming the dildo into his ass and squeezing juice from his dick like he might just come any second but was holding it off. Watching Jason made Dean's own hands quicken, until he was edging on delirium, his brain going haywire as it tried to keep all the signals straight, the sharpness in his shoulders barely keeping him from tumbling over the brink as he slammed them against the hard floor in his thrashing.
"Please?" He was the first to say it, though Jason had started in before him, but Dean really couldn't take it anymore and if he just tilted the vibe just so, he could- …
"No." Sam's one-word answer was like a stack of plates breaking on Dean's chest. When Sam said, "take it out," though, Dean nearly whined, feeling those broken pieces of porcelain slice into him when all he wanted was the sweet shudder and spill of completion.
"Jason … stop."
As he pulled the vibrator out with a wet pop and a shiver, Dean dragged his eyes away from his sadistic bastard of a brother and he saw Jason settle almost instantly at the sound of Clark's voice, every part of him going on pause just as soon as he could get his body to understand the new command.
"I think it's time to share, don't you?"
Jason took several steadying breaths but nodded, slowly crawl-sliding his body until his thighs were spread in Dean's direction now, a full view of bent legs and thick toys stretching angry red holes filling his vision.
Dean knew what was supposed to happen next, but as much as he felt the sting of humiliation at being forced into this little sexual performance, he couldn't stop himself from turning his own body to mirror Jason's position, one leg over Jason's and one leg under. He wanted to come so badly that his hand shook as he poured lube on his end of the dildo before bending it and himself to angle it into his ass and press down, both he and Jason moaning as it sunk in.
Then they were grinding against each other, slick black silicone barely visible between them as they fucked themselves and each other in the process. Their arms worked just as hard as their hips, though, propping them up and pivoting just so with the rapid slide of their hands on their cocks. Jason was panting brokenly, grunts pitching higher as his body wound itself tighter and tighter until he was whining pleas that went by ignored. Dean's begging fell in step right behind Jason's, though, curses bleeding into echoes of 'please'.
Dean was ready to snap in two from the pressure pushing out against his muscles and if Jason's constant quaking was any indication, he was too. It was only then that Sam and Clark both said that begged-for word, their voices gruff but in unison.
"Come."
Then it was all about yelling 'yes' and showers of white raining warmth onto their bodies as Dean and Jason both cracked down the middle, shuddering as the floodgates of sensation flung open and spilled their bliss through every vein.