Sweet Citrus

Vincent/Yuffie- Scheme Of The Wounded

Tue, 13 May 2008 03:18:13 GMT

Title: Scheme Of The Wounded
Author/Artist: butterflys_fics
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Vincent Valentine/Yuffie Kisaragi
Theme: 02- Bath
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Spoilers: Nope
Warnings: language, limey goodness
Rating: Hard R
Author's Notes: Nope

Just the Boys, Part 16 - Complete!

Sun, 02 Mar 2008 08:14:08 GMT

Title: Just the Boys, Part 16
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom:Superntural
Pairing:Sam/Dean
Theme Satin Sheets
Disclaimer:I own nothing Supernatural
Spoilers:None
Warnings:None
Rating:R
Author's Notes:Dean decides to purchase something with Sam in mind.

While Sam was busy doing research, Dean ran to get supper. He thought about how long it had been since they had been to Bobby's. It was the one place that felt like home. Although they'd grown up on the road, Dean wanted to provide Sam with more of a settled or secure feeling since their relationship became intimate. He drove around town until he saw just the store he needed.

Dean burst through the door with a smile on his face.

"What's for supper?" Sam asked, slightly thrown off by Dean's appearance.

"The usual. Burger and fries are in the car. I needed to bring the beer in first."

"I'll go grab the burgers," Sam got up and out the door. Dean took that time to hide one package he'd brought.

When Sam came back in, Dean was cracking open the beers, flipping through the channels. "No movie channels, Sammy. I don't think there's going to be much on."

"That's nothing new," Sam put the greasy sacks on the teetering table. "You going to eat before it gets cold?"

"Yeah, yeah. Did you want a beer?"

"Sure."

Dean grabbed another cold one and brought it to the table. "Did you find anything for us?"

"Not really. There were some odd happenings but nothing that screamed supernatural."

They ate the rest of the time in silence.

"I feel like a night in. We already have beers. What else do we need?"

"Nothing," Sam sighed. "After the past few days I could use a night in."

Sam was still at his computer, so Dean called first shower. Sam didn't pay him any mind. He gave up on finding any leads and started to play games on his laptop.

"All yours, Sammy," Dean walked in with a towel slung low on his hips. Never the one to be shy, he just loosely grasped the towel with one hand while he rustled through his duffel. "You surfing porn over there, Sammy?"

Sam snapped himself back to reality from admiring Dean's body. "No," Sam huffed in an answer.

Dean laughed. "There ain't no shame in it, Sammy. Just askin'."

Sam pushed his way past Dean to the bathroom and was thankful for the privacy that it afforded him. He started the water so that it was very hot when he got in. He had to stoop down to wash his hair and ended up with a crick in his neck from the low shower head. When he was done, he worked the kinks out as best he could before turning the water off. He dried off and slipped on his silk boxers, feeling relaxed and ready for a peaceful evening.

Sam walked out of the bathroom and Dean was already sprawled on the bed with the television on. Sam put his clothes in his duffel and returned to get into bed. That's when he noticed something was different.

"What's this?" Sam asked as he ran his hands over the sheets that were not the usual motel sheets.

"Satin sheets," Dean answered him. He took a gulp of beer and then went on, "We spend so much time in places that aren't home. I thought it would be nice for us to have familiar surroundings when we're together. They're more comfortable and that way we'll know that they are clean."

"Clean sheets and you," Sam paused for a moment. "I think that is all I need to be at home."

"Really?" Dean was surprised that his idea actually made sense to someone else.

"Yeah." Sam slid between the sheets in his silk boxers. "This is nice."

"Sure is. Do you want to get that light, Sammy?"

Sam shut off the light and Dean turned off the television.

"Thank you," Sam said softly.

"For what," Dean asked with his arms protectively around Sam.

"Buying sheets that weren't a necessity just to make me feel more at home."

"I bought them for both of us."

"I know. I just appreciate the nice things." Sam snuggled in closer to Dean.

"I love you, Sammy," Dean whispered.

"I love you, too, Dean," Sam ran his fingers through Dean's spiky hair.

"And if we're like this from now on?"

"I wouldn't want for anything," Sam replied. "I have all that I need right here with you."

"Me, too."

"So no more doubting or wondering. I'm where I want to be, Dean."

"Good. Because I'd never want you to leave."

They got some odd stares out in public but hunting went how it always had. The only difference was that after the day was done, they had nice sheets and a warm body waiting to lull them to sleep. No need to go out to find comfort, they had that at 'home'. No need to find love, that was at 'home' too. And, if they happened to be looking for themselves, they could just look into the other's eyes and see who they were in the reflection.

Just the Boys, Part 15

Sun, 02 Mar 2008 08:05:08 GMT

Title Just the Boys, Part 15
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme Wind
Disclaimer:I own nothing Supernatural
Spoilers:None
Warnings:None
Rating:R
Author's Notes:Dean approaches Sam in a windy parking lot.

Sam stood there in the parking lot, waiting for Dean to come out of the motel office. He wasn't looking at the building. He was staring down the road at something only he could see.

Sam's long brown locks moved with the wind, pushing them back and exposing his profile for all to view. Dean looked at his lanky body and wondered exactly when they'd gone from being brothers to being more. What did it mean to be brothers, anyway? They had always been everything to each other. Did that qualify them as brothers or lovers or both? It was confusing as hell and hard to put labels on. They just were.

There were holes in Sam's favorite jeans, ones that hung low on his hips and sometimes exposed the waist of his boxers when his layers of clothing moved. The kid wore too many clothes. Still, it made seeing Sam without those clothes more special. Dean knew what existed under all those shirts and jackets. The muscles that he ran his fingers across, the feel of his skin beneath Dean's hands, the scars that only Dean saw because he not only dressed them, he lavished them with kisses every night when he claimed Sam as his. Others might be able to guess about Sam from his appearance, but Dean knew. It was like a secret just for him.

As Dean got closer, he saw the few moles that dared exist on Sam's beautiful face. The set of his jaw, the cleft in his chin and his dimples, were all so totally Sammy.

Sam turned when he heard the gravel under Dean's boots and smiled a smile that was reserved only for Dean. It was a smile that a carefree child would have. It lit up his face and made Dean's heart thump faster.

"Where to next?" Sam asked and Dean was having a difficult time concentrating on Sam's words when he couldn't tear his eyes away from Sam's lips. When Dean didn't answer, Sam asked him again.

"I don't know. Did you happen to find anything for us?" Dean looked up at Sam and hated the height difference when he had to shade his eyes to do so.

"Nope. You?"

"Nada. We could call Bobby and see if he has anything," Dean offered up the only idea he could think of. Since when did being so close to Sam make his mind go blank?

"Okay," Sam was quick to agree. He turned toward Dean to get to the passenger side and stopped.

Dean's lashes moved in the wind as he tried to keep his eyes from drying out. The freckles that were sprinkled across his nose looked so kissable. Just the scent of Dean made Sam forget where he was going. He just dropped his hands to Dean's hips and leaned in, soaking in all that was Dean.

Dean looped his fingers through Sam's belt loops and rested his forehead against Sam's chest. He could breathe in all that Sam was. In the sheltered area of their two bodies, they shared an intimate moment against the wind.

That was what they were to each other. A cocoon from the world in which their love could exist.

Just The Boys, Partt 14

Sat, 23 Feb 2008 04:25:27 GMT

Title: Just the Boys, Part 14
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom:Supernatural
Pairing:Sam/Dean
Theme: #1 - Summer
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, they own me!
Warnings: Incest
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Summer day turns to a cooler summer night that Sam and Dean heat up.

"Why do we always seem to get stuck with the room with no air conditioning?" Dean asked.

"Luck of the draw, I guess," Sam didn't want to hear Dean complain anymore. "When it cools off outside, we should go for a drive. That always seems to make you feel more like yourself."

"Right not a cold shower might help," Dean started losing his clothes by the bed. "Let me know when it cools down outside and I'll come out."

"Dean, you're going to run out of water before then."

"Then I guess you'd better come join me if you want a shower," Dean gave him that smirk of his.

Sam just laughed and shook his head.

***

Later that night, the air had cooled off and they drove in the darkness with the windows down. Sam started to drift off to sleep in the car, like usual. Dean pulled the Impala off the road and that woke Sam up.

"Where are we?" Sam asked, stretching a little.

"Nowhere," Dean replied. "Just a nice quiet spot out of town."

"Why did you stop?"

"Thought we might look at the stars," Dean opened his door and looked over his shoulder at Sam. "You coming?"

Sam nodded and got out of the car. He walked around to the driver's side and leaned against the Impala by Dean.

"This is what I love," Dean said as he took Sam's hand. "Peace and quiet and you. There's no one else I'd rather have my back than you, but I enjoy your company more in places like this where we're not in danger."

"Me, too," Sam agreed. He pulled Dean closer to him and gave him a light kiss. When Sam opened his eyes, he saw a spark in Dean's eyes and smiled.

Dean threaded his fingers through Sam's hair and pulled Sam to him for a deep, possessive kiss. He then moved so he was standing between Sam's feet. He tugged at Sam's shirt and Sam removed Dean's as well.

Sam slouched against the Impala, lacing his fingers in Dean's belt loops. Dean ran his hands up Sam's chest to feel the muscles and small goose bumps that had formed on his skin.

Dean pressed his body against Sam's, moving his hands to Sam's shoulders. They were still kissing, breathing, and sometimes having a hard time coordinating the two when they started to pant with wanting more.

Sam moved his hands, pulling Dean's belt loops until he had Dean grinding against him, guiding him to where he wanted him.

Dean groaned into Sam's mouth. Then, he moved to lavish Sam's neck and upper chest with kisses. The sounds Sam made as he leaned back and enjoyed Dean attention sounded loud in the still night air. It didn't matter, though. There was no one around to hear.

Cowboy Bebop, Faye Valentine x Spike Spiegel, Theme #9,4 & Bonus #3

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 07:19:28 GMT

Title: Do You Mind
Author/Artist: casper_san
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Pairing: Faye Valentine x Spike Spiegel
Theme: #9 Ice Water
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.
Warnings: None really.
Rating: PG

Title: One Of Those Days
Author/Artist: casper_san
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Pairing: Faye Valentine x Spike Spiegel
Theme: #4 Rain on Sunday
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.
Warnings: None really.
Rating: PG

Title: Tease
Author/Artist: casper_san
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Pairing: Faye Valentine x Spike Spiegel
Theme: BONUS #3 Tease
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.
Warnings: Just choice of words and suggestions.
Rating: R

Just the Boys, Part 13

Thu, 07 Feb 2008 06:17:26 GMT

Title: Just the Boys, Part 13
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme #03 - Silk
Disclaimer: I don't own they boys, they own me.
Warnings: Incest
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Dean gives Sam a birthday present.

"Dean, you didn't have the get me anything for my birthday," Sam blushed when Dean gave him the package. "I didn't give you anything for yours."

"You did, too. You took me out to get drunk. Hell of a birthday present and just what I wanted."

"Well, I didn't know what else to get you," Sam was turning pinker.

"You did great," Dean smiled at him. "Just open it."

Inside, Sam found a pair of silk boxers. "Boxers?" he half-asked, half-announced as he held them up.

"Yep. They'll feel better for sleeping. Plus, it gives you one more day before you have to go commando. I know how much you hate that." Sam turned really pink because he knew how much Dean enjoyed going commando.

"What? Is it a sucky gift?" Dean started over to check the boxers out, make sure they weren't damaged or had something awful he'd missed.

"No, they're great." Sam grabbed them back and talked to them as he spoke. "I just expected like a book or something."

"A book?" Dean was surprised. "Maybe before you would have received a book. Now that I get to sleep by you at night and I've seen your marvelous attire, I thought silk boxers would be a good treat for you."

Sam still stood there holding onto them tight. "Thanks, Dean. They are nice." He stopped for a moment before continuing. "I just want things to stay like they are with you, Dean. I'm happy for what we have now."

Dean realized his mistake. "I'm happy where we are, too, Sammy. I don't mean that since I gave you the boxers I can remove them from your body any time I please. I just wanted to let you know how special you are to me. I want you to feel pampered. This was a big step for me. I sure as hell never bought lingerie for a girl."

They both laughed.

"I tried to buy some for Jess one time. Apparently our tastes weren't the same because she never wore it. I really do like the boxers, Dean. I like it when you're, well, romantic."

"Of course I'm romantic," Dean pulled the boxers aside and put his hands on Sam's waist. "You're my Sammy."

Sam whispered in Dean's ear, "I love you."

"I know. I love you, too," Dean whispered back. He put a hand Sam's head, pulling him close.

What they had together, that was the real present.

Sam slipped into his boxers before bed that night, and decided that they were really a good idea. He came out after his shower, he came out and was sliding his fingers under the waistband, checking the size. “These are really great, Dean. They are comfortable, just like you said.”

“I wouldn’t lie to ya, Sammy,” Dean tipped back his chair and eyed Sam. “You look good in them, too, birthday boy.”

Sam started to turn red and feel completely naked in front of Dean’s appraising eyes. He floundered, trying to wrap his arms around all of him.

“You getting all bashful on me now?” Dean smirked, stood, and lazily walked toward a fidgeting Sam.

Sam couldn’t form an answer under the attention Dean was giving him.

“Come here, Sammy,” Dean held out his hand.

Sam looked at it for a moment before taking it and allowing Dean to pull him closer.

When Dean settled his hands on Sam’s hips, he put his mouth near Sam’s ear. “You’re so cute when you’re bashful.”

“Dean-” Sam started to squirm in Dean’s arms.

“You are,” Dean brushed back Sam’s bangs to get a better look at him. “It is just so Sammy of you.”

Sam’s cheeks turned red.

“It’s a good thing,” Dean kissed Sam softly. “That’s the Sammy I fell in love with.”

Just the Boys, Part 12

Sun, 03 Feb 2008 04:18:06 GMT

Title : Just the Boys, Part 12
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme: #12 - Pianist's Touch
Disclaimer: I don' own the boys, they own me.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Incest
Rating: R
Author's Notes: The boys get comfortable in their dad's room.

Sam had tensed up during the night in their dad's room. Dean didn't notice immediately so it must have happened gradually.

"Sammy," Dean whispered in Sam's ear. "Roll over so I can work the knots out." Sam just mumbled in his sleep while Dean rolled him over.

Dean started at Sammy's neck, slowly working the muscles loose. Sam made small noises as Dean's fingers worked out the kinks. "That's so good, Dean," Sam talked into his pillow.

"I know," Dean replied. "What I want to know is why you are so tense."

Sam thought it over as Dean's fingers and hands worked in that gentle way of his. Sam hadn't realized how tense he was until he started to relax.

"Just wishing things were different," was the only answer Sam could come up with.

"Different how?"

"Dad, obviously. I wish Jessica was still alive."

"Then you wouldn't be hunting," Dean said.

"I don't want to pick her over you," Sam explained. "I just wish that she wasn't dead. I still feel guilty about how she died."

"You couldn't have helped it any more that Dad could have helped Mom, Sam. You know that, right?"

Sam nodded a little. "I'm glad I have you. That's one thing that I wouldn't change."

"Really?"

"Yeah. What I have with you is more comfortable and easy. I don't have to watch what I say and do."

"That eases my mind, Sammy. When you brought up Jessica, I thought that maybe you were regretting how close we've been getting," Dean continued down Sam's back.

"I wouldn't hurt you like that, Dean," Sam rolled over so that Dean had to quit using his magic fingers and face him. "Never." he put a hand behind Dean's head to pull him down into a kiss. It was light, loving, and all the proof that Dean needed.

"Are you feeling better?" Dean asked when he caught his breath.

"Sure am," Sam's eyes appeared to be darker, wanting.

Dean laid down beside Sam, running his fingers through Sam's mop of hair as he gazed into his eyes. "Do you want to go to our room?"

"I think this could be our room."

"Um, Sammy. Isn't us being together a little awkward in Dad's room?"

"He's not here, Dean. Just his possessions and his memory."

"Can I kiss you in here?" Dean asked.

"I think we already did," Sam smiled. "I just want to relax with you, Dean. Just like how we're comfortable anywhere else."

"That's what I want, too," Dean replied. "I want us to be at ease here in Dad's room. I'm still sad, but holding you close makes it better."

"It sure does," Sam melted back into the bed. "Come here, Dean."

Dean laid his head on Sam's chest. "I like falling asleep to your heartbeat."

"I love having you in my arms," Sam whispered. "Think you can fall asleep now?"

"Yeah," Dean's eyes drifted shut and his breathing evened out.

Sam kissed the top of Dean's head and then fell to sleep himself.

Just the Boys, Part 11

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 05:29:02 GMT

Title: Just the Boys, Part 11
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme #13 - Moonlight
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, they own me!
Rating: R

They were on their way back to Bobby's. He'd sounded lonesome for them when they'd talked to him. The timing was great because the boys needed a break from hunting. Bobby's was just the place to unwind.

Bobby didn't say anything about which room he had ready for them. He'd cleaned the boys' room and left John's room alone. Items that were his, Bobby had left where he'd put them. Even if Sam and Dean started out in their room, Bobby suspected they'd end up in their dad's. The wound of John's death was too fresh for them not too.

There were two lawn chairs down by the stream. Bobby liked to sit there and talk to his friend. The second chair made Bobby feel less alone, even though it was empty. He sat in either chair on his visits. Sometimes, when he spoke with John he could swear John's spirit had taken the other chair. Then again, that could be just a man missing a friend that was taken too soon.

The boys arrived after dark and Bobby was waiting for them. He had a hot meal ready.

"Smells good, Bobby," Dean greeted Bobby from the door.

"Dean! Sam! It's great to see you," Bobby came over with his hugs and the boys hugged him back just as tight. That's when Bobby knew that even though they looked fine they weren't on the inside. And, he hadn't expected them to be. Part of him had hoped they'd found the secret to getting rid of the pain because then they could share it with him.

"How are you two doing?" Bobby asked as he looked them over.

"We're good," Dean answered for both of them.

When Dean went to wash up, Sam lagged behind a little and told Bobby, "We're not fine. We're functioning and doing the best we can. Some days are really hard."

"I get that," Bobby gave Sam a sad smile and another hug. "It's gonna take time, Sam. Lots of time."

Sam nodded and went to wash up.

They had a good meal and talk with Bobby. They were trying to get settled in their own room, but the pull from the room down the hall was too strong.

"Dean," Sam's voice cut through the darkness and he knew Dean wasn't asleep.

"Yeah."

"I want to stay in Dad's room."

Dean sat up. "Okay. But, what will you do if Bobby has cleaned dad's stuff out of it?"

"I don't know," Sam's voice cracked.

"We'll never know if we don't look," Dean stood up and sat on Sam's bed.

Sam didn't reply, still processing the fact that Bobby could have removed their dad's belongings.

"Bobby wouldn't mind if we went in there," Dean said softly as he ran his fingers through Sam's hair. "If it'll make you feel better, we should go check it out."

"Would it make you feel better?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded. "I think so."

Sam sat up in bed and took Dean's hand before standing up. "I'm so thankful I'm not going in there alone."

"You'll never be alone. You have me."

They walked slowly down the hall with the moonlight coming in the windows. The shadows it caused made the walk seem unreal.

Dean opened the door and saw the light reflecting on the glass of his dad's picture of them. "It's all still here, Sammy. You can look now."

They stepped inside and closed the door. They felt their dad's love for them that he hadn't been able to express. Dean stood there taking it all in. Sam let go of Dean and went to the bed. Sam laid down on top of the comforter and asked Dean to get a blanket.

Dean grabbed the spare that Bobby always kept in the closet.

He laid down behind Sam, covering them up and holding Sam close.

"I wish it didn't hurt so bad," Sam's voice was shaking.

"I hurt, too," Dean told him as he laid his face against the back of Sam's shoulder. "I wish he was here."

"Nice to know it's not just me," Sam tried to lighten the mood and failed. "When does the broken feeling go away, Dean?"

"I don't know," Dean replied, wishing like hell that he had the answer. He put his arms around Sam and Sam rested his hands on top of them.

"You'll always be here?" Sam needed reassurance.

"I'm not going anywhere," Dean whispered and kissed the back of Sam's neck.

"Good," Sam replied as he brought their hands toward his face and kissed each of Dean's. "We'll never be alone."

Just the Boys, Part 10

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 00:13:13 GMT

Title: Just the Boys, Part 10
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme #9 - Ice Water
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, they own me!
Spoilers:
Warnings: Incest
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Sam has a daydream.

Sam and Dean sat at the diner, a reprieve from the heat that they'd been driving in. Dean was flirting with the waitress. It wasn't that Dean was really interested. He just liked to play and see if he could get some free pie out of the deal.

The third time the waitress checked back on them and called Dean 'honey', Sam tried not to roll his eyes as he turned to look out the window. Dean just beamed because the possibility of the free pie was getting better as far as he could tell.

After Sam had already downed his second glass of ice water, he noticed that Dean hadn't touched his. Apparently, the safety of hydration was less important than the pie he'd been dreaming of and whining about for at least two states.

Dean's glass was covered in condensation and was leaving a growing puddle on the table.

Sam, left to amuse himself while Dean flirted, let his imagination run:

Sam took a drink from that slippery glass and heard the half-melted ice cubes clink together. Then, he fished out an ice cube with his fingers. He slid it down his neck, closed his eyes and soaked in the coolness.

He heard a noise and opened his eyes to see Dean looking at him. He smiled, reached out and rubbed the ice cube across Dean's lips. Then, he moved to letting the ice cube slide down the curve of Dean's neck as he watched Dean's lips part enough to let a sigh out . . .

Sam jerked himself back to reality when Dean broke in, "Hey, Sammy. You still in there?"

He looked over at Dean who was busy eating pie. "I got my pie," he stated the obvious.

"Never doubted that you would," Sam watched the way Dean's tongue flicked out to capture a stray crumb as he grinned, proud of what he'd accomplished.

Sam went back to looking out the window, thinking that he might have to play his daydream out when they got to the motel.

Danny Phantom; Themes: 11, 12, 13

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 01:06:00 GMT

Title: Breaking Free
Author/Artist: suspicious
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Pairing: Danny/Sam
Theme: 011. Roadside
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, all of the credit goes to Butch Hartman.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Of course, there is a lime.
Rating: R
Author's Notes: N/A

[ roadside ]

Title: Tossing and Turning
Author/Artist: suspicious
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Pairing: Danny/Sam
Theme: 012. Tease
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, all of the credit goes to Butch Hartman.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Of course, there is a lime.
Rating: R
Author's Notes: N/A

[ tossing and turning ]

Title: Beneath the Milky Twilight
Author/Artist: suspicious
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Pairing: Danny/Sam
Theme: 013. Moonlight
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, all of the credit goes to Butch Hartman.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Of course, there is a lime.
Rating: R
Author's Notes: N/A

[ beneath the milky twilight ]

Just the Boys, Part 9

Mon, 07 Jan 2008 17:55:17 GMT

Title: Just the Boys, Part 9
Author: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme: #07 - Quiet Melody
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just wish I did!
Warnings: Incest relationship
Rating: R

Sam was sleeping fitfully. He kept having dreams that he was being chased or chasing something. Not unusual for a hunter. When he got close enough, he saw that he was running behind his dad. He tried to run faster, needing to catch up and tell him all the things he'd meant to say. He awoke, crying in Dean's arms.

"Sammy, you're safe now," Dean's voice was soothing but it still didn't take away the feeling of being abandoned.

"It was Dad," Sam struggled to get the words out. "I was running through the woods after him. I could see his back. Even though I called out to him, he never looked back or slowed down. He just left me."

"Oh, Sammy," Dean felt his own heart drop when he heard Sam's nightmare. "Dad didn't run away from us. He made a deal for me, remember?"

Sam nodded tearfully.

"Are you missing him right now? Is that what caused it?"

"No more than usual," Sam sobbed into Dean's chest. "I just felt so alone."

"But, you're not alone. You have me."

"He left without saying goodbye, Dean. How could he do that to us?"

Dean was quiet for a moment. "He knew we would try to stop him and find another way to get me back. That's why he couldn't tell us goodbye. I'm sure he wanted to."

"Do you think he was scared, Dean? When I think back I can't remember if he seemed scared."

"You know Dad, Sammy. He never would have let on if he was scared. I know that if it was between selling his soul or losing one of us, he'd be terrified to lose us. We can't feel guilty about decisions he made."

"I do miss him, Dean. Even though we fought."

"I miss him, too," Dean wiped away Sam's tears. "It would be an insult if we didn't miss him. He was our Dad. We only get one of those. He gave us life, taught us to hunt and loved us as best he could."

"He did that all while missing Mom," Sam added. "That couldn't have been easy."

"I'm sure it wasn't." They laid there in silence. "Think you can get your pouch out of your bag?" Dean asked.

Sam rummaged through his duffle as Dean did he same.

Dean closed his eyes as he held the pouch. His lips moved but he didn't make a sound. The only thing he said was, "I love you, Dad." Then, he put it on the nightstand.

Sam had watched Dean closely.

"Go ahead, Sam. Tell Dad what you need to," Dean gently urged him.

"Can I say it out loud?" Sam asked in a shaky voice.

"Of course," Dean put an arm around him. "Just talk to him like he's right here."

"I miss you, Dad. I'm sorry we fought. I didn't mean to be such a difficult son. I always loved you, even when I was mad at you. I hope you knew that. I wish you were still here. I still need you. I love you, Dad. Goodnight." Sam held the pouch to his cheek for a few seconds before placing it beside Dean's, choking back sobs.

"See? It's okay, Sammy," Dean helped Sam lie back down. Dean held Sam close, rubbing his back or running his fingers through his hair.

Through his sobs, Sam heard humming. It wasn't a lullaby or a song that Sam recognized. Sam listened to Dean's humming and let it relax him and carry him back to sleep.

Dean was glad to see Sam fall into a peaceful sleep. What he'd hummed to Sam wasn't a song that Dean knew. It was from a music box that he'd found at Bobby's many years before. The melody had stayed in the back of Dean's mind.

As it had calmed Sam, it had worked on Dean, too. For the rest of the night, if they dreamed of their dad, he was smiling and laughing, his brown eyes full of life.

Just the Boys, Part 8

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 17:22:31 GMT

Title: Just the Boys, Part 8
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme #4 - Rain on Sunday
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just wish I did!
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Incest
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Sam and Dean have different goals for a rainy Sunday.

Sam sat on a bed with his computer on his lap. He was staring at the screen, trying to research the latest supernatural being they were in the process of hunting.

Dean sat down behind him with one leg on each side of Sam. He rested his chin on Sam's shoulder and watched him work. Always the impatient one, Dean started to sigh and fidget. Sam did his best to ignore him and kept typing.

Dean settled for awhile longer, watching Sam's fingers carefully. He knew how it felt to feel Sam's fingers all over his body. Those fingers knew Dean's hidden buttons that made him feel like he was going out of his mind.

A crash of thunder disturbed Dean's daydream. It was pouring outside and had been since before they got up. It was Sunday in a small town so everything was closed except the gas station. That didn't leave much for two out of town boys to do.

Sam was still engrossed in his computer. Dean rested his cheek on Sam's shoulder and tried to just be still. Dean closed his eyes in an effort to just calm himself. It did the exact opposite. With his face close to Sam's neck, he could smell the cheap motel soap and shampoo, the shaving cream and toothpaste that Sam had used and that one other scent that was always there. That was Sam's personal scent. It was the smell of his skin under the harsh motel toiletries. It was what Dean dreamed of and what he breathed in when they were intimate. That brought so many memories with it. Dean's body started to respond to the scent that was so near. Dean tried not to move too much as he adjusted his jeans to allow for his expanding member.

"Almost done?" Dean asked hopefully.

"Depends."

"On what?"

"How save you want to be on the hunt, Dean. I need to gather all the information I can."

Dean couldn't argue with that.

He laid his head against Sam's back. Sam's hair brushed his face and Dean thought that if he buried his nose in it, he might be able to fall asleep. Sammy's locks were so soft and welcoming. After a short time, Dean realized that lying against Sam's back wasn't going to work either.

He put an hand of each of Sam's hips and went back to resting his chin on Sam's shoulder. After a few minutes, Dean could not resist any longer. He kissed Sam's neck, teased his earlobe and sucked on a sensitive area near his collarbone, sure he'd leave a bruise.

"Dean," Sam tried for a stern voice but failed miserably. "I'm trying to work here."

"So am I," Dean whispered.

Sam didn't know if he should be upset or give in. Just then one of Dean's hands rubbed against him through the denim.

Sam let out a small moan. He wanted to finish up on the computer but his body wasn't going to let him.

"Put the computer down, Sammy," Dean's voice was soft as his hands slipped to the button of Sam's jeans.

Sam obediently set the computer down and kept the same position he'd been in while typing. With nimble fingers, Dean unbuttoned Sam's jeans and lowered his zipper. Sam sighed as he was set free instead of confined by the denim.

Sam's head hung forward as he leaned back against Dean. Sam slouched a little and Dean quickly found his way to Sam's throbbing and grasped it.

Sam was sprawled against Dean with his head resting on Dean's shoulder. His clothing was disheveled and he was exposed but he didn't care. It just felt so good the way Dean was teasing and encouraging him. Besides, who would be peeking in the window in down pouring rain?

Sam moved as his body told him to. Dean had his arm around him and was holding Sam's body securely to his.

Sam found his release there in Dean's arms. Dean stroked Sam's body through the tremors until Sam was just mush in his arms.

"There's not much we can do on a rain day, Sammy," Dean whispered. "So we have all day to just be with each other."

Sam gave him a tired smile.

"You agree with my plan?"

Sam nodded and then placed a light kiss on Dean's cheek. "Do I get to recover first?"

"Sammy, this is an all-day engagement. I plan on us recovering and relieving many times," Dean smirked.

A rainy day wasn't such a bad thing after all. They were able to talk about things that they just hadn't found the time to discuss before. They were able to concentrate on the feel of each others touch all over their body.

The bond that they had grew stronger. It was the intimate downtime that they shared that brought them closer.

Sam, for one, started to look forward to the rain. Even just the sound of raindrops reminded of that special rainy Sunday.

Just the Boys, Part 7

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 20:52:48 GMT

Title:Just the Boys, Part 7
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/ Dean
Theme #15 - Lantern
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just wish I did.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Incest
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Sam and Dean run out of batteries on a hunt. They go through John's duffel.

"Damn!" Dean exclaimed. "We're out of batteries."

"Didn't we restock a couple days ago?" Sam was confused.

"That was the first aid kit. We've been getting hurt quite a bit lately. I didn't grab any batteries." Dean mentally kicked himself for forgetting one of the essentials of hunting.

"Do we still have that lantern of Dad's?" Sam seemed to remember lantern but didn't know where his Dad might have put it.

Dean dug through the trunk and handed items to Sam as he searched. Dean sighed. "Here's Dad's pack. If he kept it, it would be in here."

Sam held their one remaining flashlight and took a deep breath as he heard Dean unzip their dad's duffel. They hadn't looked in it after his death, they'd just stashed it in the trunk. Sam was unsure if he would be able to handle emotions regarding their dad just then. They were on their way to do a salt and burn. He didn't need to be reminded of the hole his dad left behind while he helped unearth and put to rest someone else who had left loved ones behind.

"Hold the light steady, Sammy," Dean looked at him and knew what Sam was feeling. Dean had an achy feeling, too.

"We're gonna look in Dad's bag because he'd be pissed if we didn't. He's probably already pissed that we forgot to restock. I'm not having him mad at me because we didn't use items we had access to." Dean paused, put a hand on Sam's neck to pull him closer. "I miss him, too." He kissed Sam lightly. "I love you. We need to go finish this job. We can talk about this later, I promise." Sam nodded with tears in his eyes.

Dean turned back to the trunk and fished a lantern out of John's bag. "Here it is, Sammy. Thanks for remembering."

Sam just nodded as Dean checked the lantern and got it lit. Dean slammed the trunk shut and told Sam, "I didn't look at all that was in there, Sammy. I thought that was something we could do together. Whenever you want to go through what is in that bag, I'll open it with you. Let's go and be done with this."

Dean walked purposefully through the cemetery. He found the correct spot and looked for Sam.

Sam had been walking slower, getting drug down by emotions that he couldn't control. Dean saw Sam's flashlight and knew where he was, so he started digging by himself. When Sam showed up awhile later and eased himself into the grave, Dean didn't comment on how long it had taken Sam to get there. When they were just brothers, there was no way he would let it slip. Since they were more than just brothers, Dean allowed for Sam's sensitivity when it slowed down a job or did something else just as irritating to Dean. He just accepted Sam's help from the point where he came in, and they finished together.

On the way back to the car, Sam was sluggish again. Dean figured the poor kid was thinking way too much. He knew he'd hear about it back at the motel. He didn't dread their heart-to-heart talks like he used to. He'd learned from Sam that it was better to talk about feelings, concerns and fears than to bottle them up. He'd learned so much more about Sam during those talks, and was able to understand him better. Dean had also opened up more during those talks, and Sam soaked in every word Dean said.

Sam was dragging his feet getting back to the Impala when his flashlight flickered and died. He whacked it a couple of times. He started to panic, but then he saw the light from the lantern and just followed the beam.

It was the light that led him back to Dean and their temporary home. John had provided it for his sons, knowing they would be safe and cared for if they could just find one another in the dark.

As Dean drove them back to the motel, Sam was quieter than usual. All he said was "I want to look in Dad's pack tonight." Dean had just looked at him and nodded. Whatever Sammy needed.

They brought John's bag in but left it untouched on the unused bed until they had both showered. They stood there, at the end of the bed, staring at the canvas and wondering what was inside.

"I feel like we're taking away Dad's privacy," Sam said softly as he took Dean's hand. "I've never looked in his duffel."

"Me, neither," Dean replied. "It could just be weapons."

"Or it could be bits of his life that he wanted to keep," Sam's voice was wavering.

"We can just get some rest and open it in the morning," Dean suggested. "It's too late at night to be doing this."

"No," Sam wiped away a tear. "I want to do it now. But, you have to be the one to open it."

Dean nodded. He let go of Sam's hand and unzipped it. "Come on," Dean urged Sam onto the bed. "Might as well sit down while we do this."

Sam sat down close to Dean.

Dean reached in and brought out some holy water. Sam was able to breathe because holy water was something that was so typical to have in their bags.

Next came a pack of batteries and a flashlight. That was common enough. Sam was starting to believe that it was just weapons that were in the pack.

A knife, sharpening stone and cell phone all laid out on the bed in front of them. Dean pulled out John's wallet. He opened it and there were the aliases that he'd used on several different kinds of cards for credit, identification, and insurance. There was also a faded picture of John and Mary. It must have been from when they were dating. John could change his name, but not whom he loved.

"Mom looks so young," Dean's voice was soft as he handed the picture to Sam.

"I don't remember Dad smiling like that," Sam commented. "I mean, he smiled, but not that brightly."

"Before the fire, he smiled like that," Dean told him. "He lit up whenever Mom was around. I only remember them smiling, holding and kissing. If they saw me, they'd draw me in and I could feel the love there, too. After Mom died, I never felt that again."

"He never stopped loving her," Sam said. "He was never at peace because he was driven to kill the demon, but he never stopped loving her for who she was and who she could have been."

"I'm glad he had this picture, Sam. Imagine all those years without even a photo of someone you loved so much."

"Are we in love like that, Dean?"

"Yeah. I think we are," Dean nodded. "I don't want anyone besides you, Sammy."

"I only love you, Dean."

Dean smiled at Sam as he went back to the wallet. There was a baby picture of Sam and a photo of Dean as a small child. Both of them were fragments of the life John used to have before hunting.

All that was left in the bag were the trinkets they'd given their Dad over the years. Homemade Father's Day cards, a pocket knife, and a picture that Bobby had taken of them at his place in a frame that they'd made out of Popsicle sticks. Sam and Dean handled each item carefully, turning them over in their hands before giving them to the other to see. They laughed at the cards they'd made even though they no longer had the man they'd made them for.

With their Dad's duffel contents spread still spread out on the bed, Sam and Dean went to bed.

"When my flashlight went out," Sam starting telling his story to Dean, "I was so relieved to see the light from the lantern. It gave me something to follow to find you, and I found comfort in knowing that Dad left it for us to always be able to find each other in the dark."

"I think it just happened to be in his pack, Sammy," Dean kissed Sam's shoulder.

"Just let me have this," Sam's voice was quiet. "I need to have this. I need to believe that he's still looking out for us somewhere, somehow."

"Yes, he left it there for us," Dean said he words Sam needed to hear. "He is always with us. Remember the pouches Bobby made? He's not truly gone, just in body."

Sam nodded suddenly sleepy. "Thanks, Dean."

"For what?"

"For loving me," Sam snuggled in as close as he could get to Dean.

"Oh, Sammy," Dean kissed his forehead. "There's no reason to thank me. Loving you has been second nature since you were born. It's like breathing."

Sam smiled to himself as he drifted off to sleep. He knew that his father had loved them more than he let on, and was more sentimental than they thought he was. Just knowing those simple facts made Sam feel closer to John, even as he laid in Dean's arms.

That night, the hole that John left in their lives got just a tiny bit smaller.

Just the Boys, Part 6

Wed, 12 Dec 2007 05:57:13 GMT

Title : Just the Boys, Part 6
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme #2 - Bath
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just wish I did!
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Incest
Rating: R

Dean was filthy and injured. Sam practically had to carry him into the motel. Dean's ankle was hurt and Sam knew it was going to be even harder to get Dean around with his boot off.

Sam started the bathwater and tried to pry the muck-covered clothes from Dean's body. Dean grumbled about 'that damn wendigo' the whole time.

Sam had Dean sit on the lid of the toilet so he could get his boots off. It was his right ankle that was injured. Sam removed the boot with as much care as possible. Dean still hissed with pain.

"Almost there, Dean," Sam spoke calmly.

It was clumsy to get Dean into the bath. Especially when he protested that he could take a shower just fine. Dean stopped arguing after his good foot slipped in the tub. Luckily, Sam had a good enough hold on Dean so that he didn't fall.

Dean washed up as best he could. He left the sore parts for Sam to wash. Sam carefully cleaned Dean's foot and ankle, making sure he set it back down gently. The sore spots that Dean just left for Sam were around his waist where his shirt had slid up.

"Okay, out of the tub," Sam told Dean. "I need you out so I can clean these up properly.”

Dean sat on the toilet lid again in his boxers, holding a towel around his shoulders because he was so cold. Sam came back in with the first aid kit.

"Let's do the ankle first," Sam knelt down with his ace bandage. "I have to check it." Dean just nodded, knowing it would hurt. Sam tenderly pressed on the bones in Dean's ankle to see if they were stable. They were, so it was probably just a bad sprain. "Tell me if I get it too tight."

"I will," Dean said. "Bones feel okay?"

"Yep," Sam finished wrapping Dean's ankle. Then, he moved on to cleaning the cuts. Dean winced and jerked away a little.

"Are you done yet?" Dean was crabby, tired and hurting.

"Almost," Sam finished up, covered some with bandages and handed Dean two pills. "Aspirin. They should help."

Dean obediently took them before Sam helped him to bed. Sam had pillows all ready to prop his foot up. He also had ice to keep the swelling down.

Sam listened to Dean complain as he got ready for bed. He slid in close to Dean and ran his fingers through Dean's short hair. He kissed Dean and murmured words of comfort.

"I'm so cold," Dean's teeth started to chatter.

"I can take care of that," Sam smiled against Dean's neck. He placed some of his long limbs over Dean's body as he pressed himself to Dean.

Before long they were both warm and asleep.

Just the Boys, Part 5

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 06:51:39 GMT

Title: Just the Boys, Part 5
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme #10 - Shadows
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I wish I did!
Warnings: Slash, Incest
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Sam and Dean are still headed to their first hunt after their father's death.

They made it to the motel late that night. Their feet dragged when they walked in. Sam was folding his clothes that could be worn again and putting them in his duffel. He looked at Dean as saw the predatory look in his eyes.

As soon as Dean saw Sam look in his direction, he was put into action. He crossed the floor between them and took Sam's t-shirt off along with his own. In a flurry of kissing and whispers, Dean reached for the waistband of Sam's boxers. Sam's hand quickly covered Dean's to stop it. "Not with the lights on," he told Dean.

Dean shrugged, took his boxers off and strutted over to the light switch as naked as the day he was born. Then, he came back to where Sam was standing. He slipped one finger under the waistband and asked, "Now?"

"Okay," Sam said.

Dean carefully and slowly removed Sam's boxers. Sam got more and more self-conscious the longer it took. When Dean finally stood back up, he told Sam, "I want you to have the kind of confidence where you could walk around naked in front of me like I just did in front of you."

"I'm really not like that."

"Well, it's something we can work on then. It is like a trust issue. You let me take care of all of your wounds, right?" Sam nodded. "You've had wounds all over your body. So why deny me the pleasure of being able to see it?"

"I'll think about it," Sam promised.

Dean put a hand on Sam's neck and pulled him towards him. That way he could press part of his body to Sam's as they kissed. Hands roamed over skin that had been touched by the sun and those that had not.

Dean slowly led Sam to the bed and laid him down as they cast shadows on the wall. They laid on their sides, facing each other and running their hands over curves, muscles and scars that could tell stories.

Kissing, whispering and feeling their way down a road neither had been on before.

Just the Boys, Part 4

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 06:46:16 GMT

Title: Just the Boys, Part 4
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme #11 - Roadside
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. I wish I did!
Spoilers:
Warnings: slash, incest
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Sam and Dean go on their first hunt after their father's death.

It was the first hunt after John's death. Bobby had made them pouches for the ashes that both looked nice and were functional. Bobby was happy that they'd scattered the ashes on his property. He could go talk to his friend anytime.

They had to start out early in the morning to get some distance behind them. It was still two days' drive to their job. They woke early and Bobby made them a hearty breakfast. He wasn't going to send John's boys out hungry. Sam and Dean gave him a hug before they left.

"Call me for anything," Bobby told them. "Information, help, a place to stay or just to talk."

"Will do, Bobby," Sam smiled at him and thought he might actually take him up on his offer.

***

Dean had his tunes on and was tapping the steering wheel along with the beat.

Sam watched him as he drove. Sam shifted a little in his seat. He put his left hand close to Dean's thigh. Dean put his hand down on Sam's.

Dean drove a little further before he pulled onto a back road. He pulled off to the side of the road and turned the Impala off. He looked at Sam and said, "I haven't been a very good driver. My mind has been on you the whole time."

Sam just smiled, knowing the feeling. He traced Dean's jaw line with a finger as he looked into his eyes.

Dean slowly moved in to cover Sam's lips with his own. He ran his fingers through Sam's long hair, and hung on as he used his body to urge Sam back. Sam slouched against the door as their kiss grew deeper. Sam moved his hands between them to try to get Dean's leather jacket off. Dean let go of Sam's hair as he slid his arms out of the sleeves. He started to do wonderful things to Sam's neck with his lips. Sam arched his back to give Dean more of his skin. Dean helped Sam get out of his jacket, too.

Sam ran his hands under Dean's shirt. He felt Dean's muscles ripple as he held himself above Sam. Sam managed to get Dean's shirt off. Once Dean's arms were free, he quickly removed Sam's shirt and Sam's head hit the car door with a "thunk".

Sam groaned, decided he'd had enough of being scrunched and pushed Dean back until he was lying flat on the front seat.

Dean watched in awe as Sam moved above him. Sam's hair hid part of his face as he lowered himself to kiss Dean. Dean saw Sam's muscles in his arms move as he lowered himself to kiss Dean and then went back up again.

Sam's soft hair brushed against the skin on Dean's chest. It was a sensation he decided he liked immensely.

Sam looked up at Dean through his bangs with a smile. He'd heard the noise Dean had made. Sam was glad to know he'd found the first of Dean's weak spots.

Just the Boys, Part 3

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 17:50:26 GMT

Title: Just the Boys, Part3
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme #06 - Sun through Leaves.
Disclaimer:I don't own the boys, I just wish I did!
Warnings: Slash, incest
Rating:R
Author's Notes: The day after their father's service.

Bobby was working in the scrap yard, so Sam and Dean awoke to a quiet house. It was sunny out and they decided they could use some sun. When they got outside, the air felt energized. The bright sun was cutting through the cool air and peeking through the leaves.

They heard Bobby at work in one direction, so they started walking the other way. They could check on Bobby later.

Dean took Sam's hand and asked, "Why were you in Dad's room last night?"

Sam shrugged. "The door just caught my attention and I felt like I had to go in."

"You were so upset, Sammy. Why didn't you come get me?"

"It was like Dad had just been there," Sam tried to explain. "His belongings were still set out like he'd be back any time. I didn't think as far as getting you. It was like I was in a bubble or something with Dad and I didn't want to leave. As long as I stayed in that room, he felt so close."

Dean nodded. "That makes sense. I got concerned when I woke up and you weren't in your bed."

"Sorry."

"No. It's fine. once I found you, I understood. That's why I just grabbed some blankets and joined you. I needed to feel close to Dad, too. I just didn't have it in me to face his empty room. But, for you, I did. When I got in there by you, it felt like the place we should be.

"I'm glad you came to sleep by me," Sam was thankful he was holding Dean's hand. "I've always known I've needed you. It has changed to include wanting you, too."

"I know," Dean replied. "I started wanting you awhile ago. It just never seemed right. Now that I know you want me, too, and we're the only ones left, there's no need to deny it anymore."

"What would Dad think about it?" She asked.

"He'd be glad we're staying together and looking out for each other," Dean replied. "He always wanted us to do that. Our love for each other has just changed a little. After all we've been though, I don't think he could hold it against us."

"Good. Because I don't think I could go back to denying it if you thought he would look down on us for it."

"Same here," Dean agreed.

They stopped at the spot where they'd scattered their Dad's ashes. Neither of them had mentioned going there. They had just been drawn there.

"I think we picked the right place," Sam said, "It is beautiful here. Such a contrast to what he saw hunting."

"This way, Bobby can came visit him, too. We just need to let him know where," Dean told him. "Bobby and Dean were friends for so long. He should have Dad nearby."

"Bobby asked me about where we scattered Dad's ashes when I was sitting with him last night. I told him where we scattered most of his ashes and why. He thought what we'd done and said was simple and would have made Dad proud."

"Did you tell him why we kept some ashes?"

"I told him we'd like to keep him close by when we hunt. Did you think pouches for our duffels was a good idea? Maybe something we could place in our pocket secure to a belt loop?"

"That sounds good," Dean said. "Where do you think we will find the pouches?"

"Bobby's good with leather. Maybe he could make them for us."

Dean nodded.

Sam turned toward him. "I can ask him when we get back."

Dean moved closer and placed his arms around Sam's waist. Sam moved his arms to encircle Dean.

"We're doing fine," Dean whispered as he kissed Sam gently. Sam shifted until he was closer to Dean and could reach him easier. He kissed Dean lovingly and deeply. It was as if they were all that existed. Breathing got heavy and hands moved to take in the feel of each other's body.

They stopped gasping, their foreheads pressed together. "We'd better go find Bobby," Dean said in a breathy voice. "He's going to wonder if we're still sleeping and start honking the horn to get us up."

"He only did that once, Dean," Sam smiled.

"Yeah. When I had a hangover."

"Well, he was pissed that you drank his whiskey. Could you blame him?"

"Not now, I guess, but back then he sure seemed mean."

"Bobby? Mean?"

"You've never hurt as bad as I have from a hangover," Dean claimed.

"That's because I'm not stupid enough to drink that much."

"Did you say stupid?"

"Did you actually think it was a smart thing to do, Dean?" Sam asked.

Dean didn't have an answer.

"I love you, Dean. I'll take care of you when you get stupid and drunk."

Dean smiled. "I should get you drunk, Sammy. You'd be a cheap date."

"You don't need to ply me with alcohol so you can get close to me. You already are."

"It's better this way," Dean's voice was serious. "Because I know you love me for me and not someone I've pretended to be."

"Even though you wash your socks in the sink," Sam added.

"And you get anal about your computer."

"Yep. We're quite a pair."

Just the Boys, Part 2

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 17:40:09 GMT

Title: Just the Boys, Part 2
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme: #5 - Sanctuary
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just wish I did!
Warnings: slash, incest
Rating: R
Author's Notes: The night after the service for their Dad. How they deal.

Once the hunters had told their stories, shared their memories and gave their condolences, they disappeared into the night. They were back to being the seldom-seen protectors against evil. Sam didn't realize that so many hunters knew his father.

"I didn't have to call many people," Bobby told him. "Just Caleb, Joshua and Pastor Jim. The rest heard it through word of mouth and had to come pay their respects. They had run into your dad as one time or another and counted him as a friend. They didn't talk to him much, but they had his number if they needed it. That's why they had to be here today. Did you get John's ashes scattered?"

Being their closest friend and practically family, Sam felt he should tell him what they'd done. "You know the river that runs through your property?" Bobby nodded. "We found a quiet and pretty spot there, and scattered most of his ashes into the river. I guess Dad was convinced that al water was connected. Dean said Dad would finally be able to travel to the places that he'd wanted to go instead of where the hunts took him. And, maybe he'd meet up with Mom somewhere along the way."

"That sounds like a send-off John would be proud of. What are you doing with the rest of his ashes?"

"I wanted to still keep him near, especially during hunts. I thought we could make pouches and put them in our duffel bags. I don't know, exactly. It's just an idea."

"Sounds like a good one, Sam. Where's Dean?"

"He already went up to bed. I just wanted to make sure that you didn't need any help before I went up and crashed, too. It's been a long day."

"I'm fine here, Sam. Go get some sleep."

"Thanks, Bobby," Sam gave him a hug. "You arranged a nice remembrance for Dad."

"I'm glad you boys think I did right by John."

Sam gave him a small smile and then turned to go up the stairs.

He opened the door to the room that they'd always shared. He could hear Dean's snores. He quietly grabbed what he needed and headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. He came out of the bathroom and the room his dad used to stay in caught his eye.

He opened the door and went in. Besides all of Sam's memories of John in his room, there were little things that he'd always left behind at Bobby's. A few small snapshots, one of him and Mary, others of Sam and Dean, only one had John with Sam and Dean. Sam vaguely wondered who took the picture.

In the attached private bath, his toothbrush was sitting by the toothpaste with the lid still off. There were whiskers still in the sink. It was as if he'd just been there and would be coming back any moment. That's when it hit Sam.

He left the items as they were in the bathroom, laid down on his dad's bed, and cried.

Dean woke up and looked at Sam's bed. It was empty. He looked at the clock and didn't think Sam could still be up talking to Bobby. He went to the top of the stairs and listened. He didn't hear anybody. He noticed the door to his Dad's room was open. Looking in from the doorway, he saw Sam, exhausted, lying on top of the bedspread.

He went to the closet and grabbed a couple of blankets. Then, he stepped inside his father's room and closed the door behind him. He took one blanket and covered Sam up. Sam started mumbling in his sleep but he didn't wake up. Dean laid down on the other side of the bed with the other blanket. He made sure he was lying close to Sam in case he needed him during the night.

The sound of Sam crying in his sleep woke Dean. He put an arm around Sam and whispered, "It's okay, Sammy. I'm here." Sam rolled over to face Dean. He was still crying, but he was waking up.

Dean soothed Sam as best he could, while holding his own tears at bay. When Sam seemed to run out of tears, he looked at Dean with such sad eyes. Dean wondered if his own eyes betrayed the sadness he was feeling.

Sam moved further into Dean's arms. He whispered, "I'm here, too, Dean."

Hearing his own comforting words said back to him was Dean's undoing. He felt like he was going to crumble.

Sam scattered some quick kisses on Dean's face before he said quietly, "It's okay," and pressed his lips to Dean's. They shared tender, loving kisses as they mourned their father and held on tight to the only family left.

The Truth Hurts (Cowboy Bebop, Faye x Spike)

Mon, 03 Dec 2007 01:35:19 GMT

Title: The Truth Hurts
Author/Artist:casper_san
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Pairing: Faye Valentine / Spike Spiegel
Theme #10-Shadows
Disclaimer: I don't know none of these guys.
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Spike gives a teasing, Faye shows him the wronging of his ways.
WC:575

The Truth Hurts

Just the Boys, Part 1

Fri, 30 Nov 2007 05:28:25 GMT

Title: Just the Boys, Part 1
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Theme #08-Steal a Kiss
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just wish I did.
Warnings: Slash
Rating: R
Author's Notes: This takes place after 'In My Time of Dying'. Sam and Dean are at Bobby's where some hunters have gathered to celebrate John's life.

Sam and Dean were walking by the river. "Are you sure this is the spot?" Sam asked. "Did Dad mention this river specifically?"

"He never mentioned a specific river, Sam," Dean kept his voice low. "We all figured he'd get killed in a hunt. We never talked about funeral plans or anything of the like." They stood there in silence. "I remember him saying that all of the waters are connected. Maybe by putting his ashes in water, they will meet up with Mom's someday. He'll be free to go and see all the places he really wanted to see instead of all the areas we hunted. I want to set him free, Sam, not bury him in the ground."

Sam nodded. "I know he liked the time he spent with Bobby." They looked around at the river and the trees. They heard the birds and other sounds of nature. It was a peaceful spot. "This is the place for his ashes, Dean. You were right. This is as far from hunting as you can get."

"Should we say a prayer or something?" Dean asked.

"Dad kept his religion to himself," Sam shrugged. "What do you think he would want?"

"Something simple," Dean was thoughtful. "Something meaningful."

"Should we tell him 'goodbye'?"

Dean nodded, starting to tear up.

Sam took the ashes and opened the container. "Are you ready?" Dean nodded as he brushed a tear away.

Sam slowly sprinkled the ashes on the water and said, "We never parted on the best of terms, but I love you, Dad. Goodbye."

"I hope you get to Mom and finally feel complete again. I love you." Dean leaned in Sam's direction.

When Sam closed the container, he put an arm around Dean. "I kept a small amount, Dean. I'd like us to have him with us when he hunt. Either in our packs or in the Impala. Do you think that is okay?"

"I'd like that," Dean nodded. He stood upright and said, "Now it's just the two of us." They stood there, watching the ashes getting further and further away. Dean took Sam's hand in his.

"Just the two of us," Sam repeated.

On the long walk back to Bobby's Dean stopped, turned and pressed his lips to Sam's. "What was that for?" Sam asked.

"For knowing that I still need part of Dad around, even though I didn't say it out loud," Dean replied. "How do you know things like that?"

"Because I know you," Sam touched Dean's cheek and Dean closed his eyes and leaned into his touch. "I love you, Dean," Sam whispered as he kissed Dean.

They stayed by those trees for a bit. They were grieving their father, discovering new feelings and holding onto each other for dear life. Dean broke the kiss and said, "We need to go back before Bobby sends out a search party."

They walked back to Bobby's house where many hunters had come to pay their last respects to their dad. Dean and Sam had wanted to scatter his ashes privately, and they all had honored that. Now it was time to go back in and celebrate their father's life and what he meant to them. They held hands until they got close to the house.

Once inside, they stayed nearby. Because it was just the two of them, even in the crowd.

[yoroiden samurai troopers - seiji/touma - Sanctuary]

Sat, 10 Nov 2007 09:52:13 GMT

Fandom: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers
Title: Sanctuary
Author: Trahn
Theme(s): #5 (sanctuary)
Pairing/Characters: Date Seiji / Hashiba Touma; Minor: Sanada Ryo, Mouri Shin, Shuu Lei Faun
Rating: PG-13/Light R (LIME!!!, so sexual situations!)
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them.
Summary (serious): Their love is only a fraction of their closeness. An illustration of the Troopers' armor bond.
(Post-Gaiden, pre-Kikoutei Densetsu / Message)

Their relationship never could have been normal. The armor had very little to do with it, though the armor bond may have; their personalities clashed and complemented each other in odd ways, though. Touma, normally taciturn and unemotional, was a great deal more demonstrative with his feelings towards his lover, whereas Seiji, quiet but less afraid to show his emotions typically, was very shy with his love, uncomfortable with openness. The archer was not in the least dissuaded by the swordsman's reticence, much to the amusement of their fellow Troopers. It rarely came to Seiji's advantage, and it was a problem to keep his blue-haired lover from doing something drastic in public or near-public just to see Seiji's reaction.

Shin thought in private that Touma's overly-demonstrative way of loving Seiji was because he was afraid that, acting naturally, the swordsman might think he was being too cold. Of course, since he never voiced this thought to Touma, he had no idea whether he was right or not. It was merely a hunch he kept to himself.

That didn't entirely explain the way Touma's lips were tracing hot kisses up Seiji's throat in the relative privacy of the foyer, but it helped. Sort of. Catching only the briefest glance of the pair, Shin walked back to the kitchen to keep working on dinner - and keep ignoring the lovers who were making it inexplicably difficult to concentrate.

"Touma, yame--" Seiji's soft protest was cut off by a kiss, Touma grinning against his lips. He had one hand up under Seiji's shirt, tracing phantom scars he knew from memory, running like a map of their battles and achievements over the swordsman's pale skin. By instinct, Seiji's hand went to Touma's hip, but he pulled back slightly. "Touma, bedroom. Please." His face was slightly flushed, but he remembered why this trouble was worth it when Touma smiled, hand sneaking out from Seiji's shirt to grab his hand and lead him upstairs.

The archer returned to his attentions as soon as their door swung shut, closing with an unintentional force that was nearly equal with the force of Touma's lips against Seiji's, unbuttoning his lover's shirt. Down the hall, Shuu glanced up from the video game he was playing and wondered at the slammed door; when he realized the cause, he sighed with a rueful smile and turned his attention back to Project Zero. Ryo, watching him play, laughed at his expression, and pointed out a blinded ghost on the corner.

Seiji and Touma were completely oblivious, lost in the exploration of one another's bodies, the heat and sweat of midafternoon sex. Seiji traced the line of impression on Touma's arm where he had blocked a youja soldier from impaling Ryo - it had bled for an hour, their first battle wound; they hadn't had any kind of first aid, and they'd been so worried that he would get an infection. With all that had stacked against them then, it really was a wonder they were still alive. Even now, they sometimes had nightmares of what had come before - Touma of darkness, of a man's face under a monster's mask, blood and wondering, not knowing what was happening, where they would strike next; Seiji of inky black and murder, protecting and pain, New York skyscrapers and armor stained with blood. They woke each other with the panic that pulsed along their bond.

Now, though, they found sanctuary in one another's arms, answering the silent desperate cry for comfort that was the truth, or at least part of the truth, of the open desire the archer showed, lips and tongue and teeth on the swordsman's throat, leaving developing marks that would tell of his presence for a week. Seiji's heat inside of him drove him on, each bringing the other closer, the armor bond intensifying it, each able to feel the need of the other.

When at last they collapsed, it was in each other's arms, the call answered, their heat sated, warm and weary with the effort of it. Touma tucked his head under Seiji's, leaning forehead against collarbone; they were a perfect fit together, as if made to lie like this. As their breathing evened out, Seiji closed his eyes, making a silent wish that this would be the most complicated things would get from here; he knew that it was a futile wish, that life would always have worse to throw at them than the logistics of getting Touma to realize that he wouldn't have sex with him in the living room, but he couldn't help thinking how nice it would be - no more fighting, no more wariness, no more nightmares, just living like this.

"...Seiji?" A mumble against his chest, navy blue eyes staring at a spot just above his shoulder. "I think I'm gonna fall asleep." The archer's amused smile tempted one from the swordsman.

"I'm not going anywhere. Go ahead." He had learned long ago that these were words that Touma needed to hear every so often. He hated to wake up alone. They were all so much more vulnerable than they seemed - it was so easy to forget that they were only teenagers, fifteen or sixteen or seventeen years old, too young to have done and suffered and felt all they had. So mature with so little experience, battle-hardened warriors who knew nothing of failed love or office jobs or paperwork. How desperately they clung to each other, how afraid they were to leave, their bonds deeper and more sure than brotherhood or family, transcending knowledge and feeling into instinct. And Touma still needed to be reminded that they wouldn't go away, and he could feel his concern as deeply as if it were his own.

"'Kay." The archer sounded halfway to sleep already, eyes closed, and Seiji suppressed a chuckle. How close, how vulnerable, how special they all were, to no one more than each other. How valuable they were. If they fought a thousand more battles, the bond would only get stronger; if they lived a thousand more years, he had no doubt that they would still be together at the end of it.

They had their sanctuary in each other.

Doesn't Matter (Cowboy Bebop, Faye x Spike)

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 19:14:54 GMT

Title: Doesn't Matter
Author: casper_san
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Pairing: Faye Valentine x Spike Spiegel
Theme: #8 - Steal a kiss
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop
Warnings: Again, I have a knack for going a little overboard, but this I think is safe to call lime.
Rating: PG-16

Doesn't Matter @ ghostspell

Bite Me (Cowboy Bebop, Faye x Spike)

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 19:09:49 GMT

Title: Bite Me
Author/Artist: casper_san
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Pairing: Faye Valentine x Spike Speigel
Theme: #12 - Pianst's Touch
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop
Warnings: I might have went a little overboard with the lime intent in this. So be wary if you don't like that.
Rating: PG-16 (it's close though.) There are bits of lemon in it.

Bite Me @ ghostspell

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 02:34:05 GMT

Title: dearly beloved
Author/Artist: seetoo
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Riuk/Sora/Kairi
Theme: i. summer
Disclaimer: Not my characters, you know the drill.
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: this is kinda sad, but interesting format, i guess.

you were a child of summer, and she the spring maiden and he the winter prince- but winter always yields to spring yields to summer never dies. not here.

--

you found her in summer but you celebrated her in spring, because she liked the flowers and the air that did not hang on her, heavy with water. when she had first looked at you with her soft-blue eyes and wondered what a birthday was, you stared back at her with your voice trapped in your throat.

she started to cry.

--

in a land where summer never dies, only fades and pushes at the edges, winter does not exist. and so his diamond edges and ice-eyes darted from shade to shade but he always let you drag him to the ocean, to her, to you, to the us that waited on the breeze for all of you to grow up.

as his revenge he would beat you at play-fighting even as his pale skin reddened under the summer heat, and you sometimes felt just a little built guilty.

--

but in some places there is only the deafening loneliness of autumn- brown leaves and gray skies and only the faint whisper of blue eyes.

--

your island is the only place where summer is twinned with spring and with winter, and you never let them forget it. even when she lowers her eyes and blushes rose-pink with excuses and worry, even when he turns away , locking himself away in apology and the very same excuses she makes to you only colder.

after all, spring is only a naïve winter; winter only a frightened spring.

--

her kisses are soft and gentle and somehow she feels like a storybook. she tugs you into the waves and you fall into each other, bright and shining against the sun, against the sea, against the fragrant melding of spring into summer.

--

it takes time for the last storm of autumn to subside, and that final breeze leaves the echo of ‘us’ that you had nursed as a child. he watches, colder and sharper and lonelier, more afraid, more brittle than you could ever have thought , she tries to lead him into warmth, into her gentle bloom, and you hesitate.

he is made of ice and summer melts ice, and you fear that he is only ice.

--

his touches are cold and brief, but you lean into them because, like winter, they are rare. underneath the ice is only a heart of dead leaves, burnt and shredded by the trials of autumn,

--

when you say their names they fit perfectly into your mouth, sweet and almost sinful, and melting in the sun like ice cream. riku. kairi. kairiku. rikairi.

you try your own.

sora.

sorikairiku- twisting the sounds and letters until there is only one name. it’s better than way- not him and her and you and all the bitterness and memory that lies unburied between you.

--

here, against the blue of the ocean (her eyes) the white of the sand (his hair), summer never dies.

(A Memory of Warmth, Shuyin/Lenne, 09-Ice Water)

Mon, 01 Jan 2007 08:11:52 GMT

Title: A Memory of Warmth
Author/Artist: anime_angel_ash
Fandom: FFX-2
Pairing: Shuyin/Lenne
Theme: 09-Ice Water
Disclaimer: Not my characters, you know the drill.
Spoilers: Things involved in the Den of Woe, but it's not very blantant.
Warnings: The vaguest sex you have ever read in your life.
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Not my best work, but seriously, it's been months! I needed to get something out, right?

He almost remembered taking her to the sea once. Somewhere in the back of his mind, where what was, and that little piece of what had once been merged, leaving a gray area of real and imagined memories.

He remembered that he drove the boat himself, though he never remembered knowing how to before then. She was with him, completely amazed, but at the same time uncertain. She couldn’t swim very well, after all. Was it really safe for her to be out here, in the middle of the sea? But then, that’s what he was there for.

The water was a cold as pinpricks, felt as if it would freeze him into a block where he swam. But then, that’s what she was there for. She was warm despite the frigid sea, and as generous as she was, she lent it to him. As she wrapped her around his neck and held on tight, complaining fervently about how cold the water was and oh, he’d better not let her go or else, he could feel it anywhere she touched him.

It was the same when he finally bent to her wins and returned them to the boat, and yet, she refused to let go. Apparently, she knew more of that warmth of hers than she let on, and she knew just how to use it to melt him.

Or, at least, he thought she did. He thought he remembered. Then again, given that he was in a place as dead and cold as this, he really had to wonder if that was what he was remembering. He didn’t really know if he could remember what warmth was anymore.