Not the Neck - SPN/Vampire Diaries - Sam/Damon
Title: Not the Neck
Author: youaredriving aka scarletsptember
Fandom(s), Characters: Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries. Sam/Damon
Rating: Mature, Slash
Summary: youaredriving over at comment_fic , the prompt just got away from me. Dean finds bite marks on Sam, but all the fun is how they got there in the first place.
Sam grinned slowly against Damon’s insistent lips. His breath was pressing hard against his chest, trying to escape, trying to inhale against the weight of Damon’s body. Sam let out a barely audible moan when the vampire tugged his head back, exposing a long line of skin at the throat. Heat flew through his veins at the amused look Damon gave him before the vampire was teasing unmarked skin.
Sam shivered against the feeling of fangs against his neck. Damon’s fangs were scratching against the tenderest of skin followed by soothing licks that had Sam arching up into Damon as his fingers bit into the vampire’s skin.
“Not there,” Sam whispered. “Any where but the neck.”
Damon pulled back, his fingers tracing the veins his craved to taste. He pressed red hot kisses along the spots his teeth couldn’t touch, hot breath sending Sam over the edge, “You’re lucky I like you, Winchester.”
“Could say the same for you.” Sam groaned as he ran his fingers through Damon’s mussed locks, sealing their lips together. Sam felt the vibration of energy beneath Damon’s skin, the need for control and he let the vampire take it as they kiss.
Every breath seemed to be stolen from his mouth with every swipe of Damon’s tongue, with every roll of the vampire’s hips and Sam couldn’t help the urge to roll his head back. “Don’t.” Damon urged. “Sam, don’t.”
“Just do it,” Sam’s voice was raw and low, lost in lust and euphoria. “I trust you.”
Damon’s eyes snapped up to meet Sam’s just before his lips touched delicate skin as low to the shoulder as he could manage. Before biting Damon whispered, “You shouldn’t.”
At first Sam felt pain but then it everything associated with pain was gone. It was just he and Damon, laid out against messy sheets, and the most pleasurable feeling zinging through his veins. His knees moved to bracket Damon’s hips tighter and everything exploded into a world of white.
“What are you?” Damon was looking down at Sam, licking his lips clean with a satisfied grin painted across his face. “Because that was not all human baby boy.”
Sam sat up and automatically reached at his neck and felt for the wound and when he found it scarred over he cocked a brow at the vampire. “How?”
“I told you I liked you,” Damon shrugged, still barely covered by the blankets, “Think of it as a way to get around your brother. I understand how much of an inconvenience those can be.”
Sam looked at the clocked and went scrambling across the room, “I’ve got to go.”
“Now, that’s love. I give you the most mind blowing orgasm and you run out on me.” Damon rolled his eyes before lying back on the messy sheets, watching Sam dress. As soon as Sam was dressed he leaned in close, eyes traveling over the toned chest and up to meet interested eyes. “Do you really have to leave?”
Sam reached wrapped a hand around the back of Damon’s neck, laying a deep and desperate kiss before laying his forehead against the vampire’s, “Yes, or he’ll trying and find me.”
“That’d be bad.” Damon licked his lips, eyeing Sam’s again before pushing the hunter towards the door, “I’ll be seeing you soon, no doubt.”
Sam pushed through the motel door and Dean was off his bed standing in front of him in seconds. Cool eyes taking in every miniscule detail and making Sam extremely uncomfortable. Sam ran a hand at the back of his neck and Dean went ballistic. “What the hell is that, Sam?”
“What’s what?” Sam asked, taking a step back against the closed door and batting away Dean’s hands.
“That!” Dean tugged at the collar of Sam’s shirt and then at the under side of Sam’s bicep where Damon bit recently. “Please tell me you’ve got a kink you’ve gotten really good at hiding and I just haven’t noticed.”
Sam grimaced against the feel of Dean’s hands touching Damon’s marks. It felt wrong having anyone but Damon feeling those spots. “I’ve got a thing for pain.”
“A thing that has you scarred up?” Dean cocked an incredulous brow. “No, this is a vampire, Sam. What the fuck are you doing with a vampire?”
“Nothing!” Sam pushed away from the wall and from Dean. “I’m not doing anything with a vampire! I screwed up once already, Dean. I’m not going to screw up again.”
Sam stood under his brother’s unwavering gaze, waiting for the incoming fist. When Dean nodded and headed back for his bed and flipped the television back on Sam let out a quiet sigh of relief. An unspoken truce to let the matter drop, that was as good as it was going to get and Sam wasn’t going to push it. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
“Good, cause you reek,” Dean looked over with a grin. “And I hope you didn’t like that jacket you left with, or have anything important because we’re leaving town in the morning.”
“Great.” Sam nodded, knowing Damon would somehow get the jacket into the Impala by the morning and show up wherever they went. “I’ll be sure to set the alarm.”
Author: youaredriving aka scarletsptember
Fandom(s), Characters: Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries. Sam/Damon
Rating: Mature, Slash
Summary: youaredriving over at comment_fic , the prompt just got away from me. Dean finds bite marks on Sam, but all the fun is how they got there in the first place.
Sam grinned slowly against Damon’s insistent lips. His breath was pressing hard against his chest, trying to escape, trying to inhale against the weight of Damon’s body. Sam let out a barely audible moan when the vampire tugged his head back, exposing a long line of skin at the throat. Heat flew through his veins at the amused look Damon gave him before the vampire was teasing unmarked skin.
Sam shivered against the feeling of fangs against his neck. Damon’s fangs were scratching against the tenderest of skin followed by soothing licks that had Sam arching up into Damon as his fingers bit into the vampire’s skin.
“Not there,” Sam whispered. “Any where but the neck.”
Damon pulled back, his fingers tracing the veins his craved to taste. He pressed red hot kisses along the spots his teeth couldn’t touch, hot breath sending Sam over the edge, “You’re lucky I like you, Winchester.”
“Could say the same for you.” Sam groaned as he ran his fingers through Damon’s mussed locks, sealing their lips together. Sam felt the vibration of energy beneath Damon’s skin, the need for control and he let the vampire take it as they kiss.
Every breath seemed to be stolen from his mouth with every swipe of Damon’s tongue, with every roll of the vampire’s hips and Sam couldn’t help the urge to roll his head back. “Don’t.” Damon urged. “Sam, don’t.”
“Just do it,” Sam’s voice was raw and low, lost in lust and euphoria. “I trust you.”
Damon’s eyes snapped up to meet Sam’s just before his lips touched delicate skin as low to the shoulder as he could manage. Before biting Damon whispered, “You shouldn’t.”
At first Sam felt pain but then it everything associated with pain was gone. It was just he and Damon, laid out against messy sheets, and the most pleasurable feeling zinging through his veins. His knees moved to bracket Damon’s hips tighter and everything exploded into a world of white.
“What are you?” Damon was looking down at Sam, licking his lips clean with a satisfied grin painted across his face. “Because that was not all human baby boy.”
Sam sat up and automatically reached at his neck and felt for the wound and when he found it scarred over he cocked a brow at the vampire. “How?”
“I told you I liked you,” Damon shrugged, still barely covered by the blankets, “Think of it as a way to get around your brother. I understand how much of an inconvenience those can be.”
Sam looked at the clocked and went scrambling across the room, “I’ve got to go.”
“Now, that’s love. I give you the most mind blowing orgasm and you run out on me.” Damon rolled his eyes before lying back on the messy sheets, watching Sam dress. As soon as Sam was dressed he leaned in close, eyes traveling over the toned chest and up to meet interested eyes. “Do you really have to leave?”
Sam reached wrapped a hand around the back of Damon’s neck, laying a deep and desperate kiss before laying his forehead against the vampire’s, “Yes, or he’ll trying and find me.”
“That’d be bad.” Damon licked his lips, eyeing Sam’s again before pushing the hunter towards the door, “I’ll be seeing you soon, no doubt.”
Sam pushed through the motel door and Dean was off his bed standing in front of him in seconds. Cool eyes taking in every miniscule detail and making Sam extremely uncomfortable. Sam ran a hand at the back of his neck and Dean went ballistic. “What the hell is that, Sam?”
“What’s what?” Sam asked, taking a step back against the closed door and batting away Dean’s hands.
“That!” Dean tugged at the collar of Sam’s shirt and then at the under side of Sam’s bicep where Damon bit recently. “Please tell me you’ve got a kink you’ve gotten really good at hiding and I just haven’t noticed.”
Sam grimaced against the feel of Dean’s hands touching Damon’s marks. It felt wrong having anyone but Damon feeling those spots. “I’ve got a thing for pain.”
“A thing that has you scarred up?” Dean cocked an incredulous brow. “No, this is a vampire, Sam. What the fuck are you doing with a vampire?”
“Nothing!” Sam pushed away from the wall and from Dean. “I’m not doing anything with a vampire! I screwed up once already, Dean. I’m not going to screw up again.”
Sam stood under his brother’s unwavering gaze, waiting for the incoming fist. When Dean nodded and headed back for his bed and flipped the television back on Sam let out a quiet sigh of relief. An unspoken truce to let the matter drop, that was as good as it was going to get and Sam wasn’t going to push it. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
“Good, cause you reek,” Dean looked over with a grin. “And I hope you didn’t like that jacket you left with, or have anything important because we’re leaving town in the morning.”
“Great.” Sam nodded, knowing Damon would somehow get the jacket into the Impala by the morning and show up wherever they went. “I’ll be sure to set the alarm.”