hunterusheroicus | Dean Winchester/Eliot

Dean Winchester/Eliot

Dean was pissed. They'd been on a case for a week and still hadn't figured it out. It seemed someone else was on the same case and the asshole seemed to be one step ahead of them. Finally they'd gotten a lead and were on their way to the house where the demon they were hunting was supposedly at. The poor sap being used as a meat suit was apparently some important businessman and the demon riding him around like his own personal pony was causing enough trouble to have made the papers a few times over.

He looked up at the house as they pulled up, eyes narrowing as he surveyed the layout. They got out and he popped the trunk, pulling out his pistol and the demon knife before sliding the blade into his boot. Once they were both loaded up they made their way to the door, pushing it open easily and heading inside. Dean immediately lifted the pistol, looking around before motioning to Sam that he was heading upstairs, being as silent as humanly possible.

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Eliot felt the need to comfort Dean, his hand rubbing light circles in Dean's shoulder in reassurance. The two of them had things in common, but not their childhood. Eliot was sorry to hear the other man had such a tough time growing up. He couldn't imagine being forced into a life like that.

"I went into the army," Eliot revealed, feeling the need to return the favor to tell Dean at least that much. "It wasn't all that I wanted it to be." That young man who went into the field died a long time ago. A soldier remained, but jaded and made into a killer.

He looked up slowly. "My dad was a marine. Probably why me and Sammy turned out how we did." He shrugged a shoulder. "I grew up a hunters kid, turned into a hunter. Killed my first monster when I was 6." He stared off into space for a long time.

"I'm not gonna hunt you." He stated softly, truth in his voice. "You could kill me with no problem. I know that, but I don't care."

"Don't gimme a reason to," Eliot said, repeating the same words from last time, also without any promise of not doing so. He lived in a violent world, such a promise would've been impractical.

But his heart did go out the child who was made to kill monsters before he likely kissed a girl.
"You gotta be pretty good to be still alive if you're been huntin' things like me for so long." Maybe not quite like him, but even without being as lethal as he was trained to be, he still had deadly enhancements that would've made him hard to put down.

"Just lucky." He looked up at Eliot for a moment, watching his face. "And I've never hunted a werewolf like you. I'm starting to think there are more than one kind." He shrugged a shoulder before leaning up and kissing him again.

He stretched slightly before laying his head back down. He still wondered why he felt so comfortable like this, why being pressed against the other man without having sex seemed to relax him more than anything he could remember.

"More than one kind?" Eliot asked, figuring now was as good a time to admit his ignorance as any. "I haven't met more than one... the fuckin' thing that bit me." He killed it, but it was too late and he turned into a monster anyway.

"If I wasn't one, I'd never believe such things existed." He had seen strange things and knew there were more out there in the world, but this was a bit more extreme than that.

"The ones me and Sam have hunted are more...I don't know. Animal? Its hard to explain. Plus they rip the hearts out of their victims, feed on them like that." He looked up again. "Plus I've never met one that didn't try to kill me before."

He laughed softly. "You'd be surprised what really is out there. The things that are real."

"Oh, I have violent urges," Eliot revealed, baring his teeth in a grin that bordered on being a grimace. "I just control the animal within."

He didn't feel any towards Dean though, now was when he finally realized this and looked to the hunter in a slight look of awe. Was it because this man was a hunter? He didn't feel like his wolf was cowering though, in fact he was feeling very relaxed.

"But no urge for cannibalism, got no taste for human, thanks."

He smiled, baring his own teeth suddenly before leaning in and biting his neck. "I can imagine." He mumbled against his skin. "I'd hate to see you out of control."

He chuckled, making a face. "Thank god for that. Cannibalism tends to not be very sexy."

Dean liked biting his neck a lot, Eliot noticed, but he found himself only leaning back to give him as much playing room as he wanted.

"Trust me, you don't." Eliot wasn't going to deny that it happened before and he had no doubt it would happen again eventually. But to the best of his abilities, he would prevent it if he could.

"It ain't pretty."

He took that as an invitation, moving his lips over skin slowly. He had a feeling that he would probably end up waking up alone again so he planned on enjoying this for as long as he could.

"You know, its kind of funny we ended up basically working the same case. Different reasons, but still the same case. How often do you go after stuff like this?" He kissed up to his jaw, smiling.

This seemed like a safer topic and Eliot relaxed into it. "I'm a retrieval specialist," he explained, knowing that he hadn't gotten to really introduce himself last time. They were rather busy with other things.

Twisting slightly to glance at Dean briefly, he smiled and laid back again so Dean could continue his nuzzling and kisses. "I was paid to get back the ring, so I was there. I had no idea the guy was a demon though, don't think the guy hired me did either. It was just luck."

"I'm guess you caught him by surprise then. Not even your strength could have beaten him if he had any idea you were coming. He'd have just slammed you into a wall with the wave of his hand." He continued his attentions, sucking lightly or biting any time it could draw a reaction.

"Wonder if you've ever had to retrieve some of the stuff we go after too. Magical artifacts and things." He smirked. "Though I doubt you've had to track down some of the shit me and Sammy have."

"Mostly I work overseas," Eliot admitted as he raised a hand to continue tracing patterns. From Dean's shoulder earlier, he had moved down to the hunter's back and was drawing spirals there with one finger.

"I wouldn't know about magical things. I mean, had to get back some crazy shit for some jobs, but a job's a job. Someone pays the bill and I'll retrieve it for them." It wasn't only items either, more than once he retrieved hostages too. They didn't always make it either.

"So I just got lucky in running into you." He stated, pressing back slightly into the fingers tracing over his back. He shivered as well, closing his eyes and making a noise of pleasure in his throat.

"Hope you don't end up getting sent after anything cursed. That stuff is a bitch..." He smirked, snorting slightly. "Could tell you about this lucky...unlucky rabbits foot this chic stole. Was selling it overseas for a million or something."

"Think I'm cursed enough," Eliot answered wryly, shaking his head. "Don't need cursed things to increase it." He had experienced enough in his career as a retrieval specialist to say not all curses were magical.

It was probably better that they changed the topic and he moved his hand lower to circle the small of Dean's back. It teased along the top crease of the hunter's ass.

"You got your breath back yet?"

His eyes widened slightly before he raised an eyebrow. "Maybe. I think I said something about making you come on my fingers and down my throat?" He licked his lips before pulling him into a kiss.

He wriggled slightly, actually trying to get more of the teasing fingers.

Eliot obliged by circling his hand lower to run tauntingly down Dean's ass crack. No poking, but just circling a finger along the sensitive skint here.

His leg reached out to run lightly along Dean's leg, the limb jumping a bit at Dean's reminder of his promise. "I also recall sayin' I want to screw you into the mattress," he chuckled. It wasn't that he had any objections, but he wasn't just going to readily agree to coming from being finger fucked by a guy.

He moaned, closing his eyes for a long moment before pushing back slightly. "Play your cards right and I might just let you." He mumbled, dragging blunt nails down his side. He moved away after a few moments, pushing Eliot's arm lightly before moving between his legs.

He raised an eyebrow up at Eliot before bending his head to flick his tongue just over the tip of his cock, teasing as he tongued the slit. "You sure you don't want this?"

"Ah... fuck." Eliot's legs widened to accommodate the hunter now tucked between them. That little demonstration had Eliot's cock twitching for more and it was the best argument that the hunter could've given.

"Not gonna say no," he answered in a strained voice as he turned so he laid fully on his back and his legs pulled up to rest on the bed on both sides of Dean.

"Then I screw you into the mattress after."

He hummed in response before sucking Eliot's cock into his mouth, cheeks hollowing. His head bobbed slowly and he looked up, watching his face before moaning. His tongue rolled against the vein along the underside, flicking just beneath the head.

He brought a finger up, teasing around Eliot's still slick hole slowly before just barely pushing in, gauging his reaction.

The reactions were good ones as Dean worked his tongue on Eliot's cock. The werewolf gasped when Dean first took him in, and having propped himself up on his elbows to watch Dean in return, Eliot found himself mesmerized by the sight of his cock disappearing into Dean's mouth.

His mouth opened a sliver as he took to panting through his lips.

When Dean's finger started exploring, Eliot's muscles twitched and he spilled out a little more precum.

"Fuck... you should see yourself."

He pulled back, lapping at the tip briefly. "Like watching you better." He smiled before swallowing him down again, pressing his finger deeper, searching out the man's sweet spot.

His eyes widened slightly as he fully took Eliot in, loving the way he was panting and obviously reacting to everything Dean was doing to him.

Considering what Dean was doing, Eliot would have a condition if he didn't react to what the hunter was doing. It was very obvious when Dean found his prostate considering how he suddenly jerked up against the whole bed. His hands on the sheets clenched tightly and he spasmed, precum spilling out from having the gland stimulated.

"Ah fuck!" he cried, breaking down into a moan and closing his eyes. He opened them quickly again though, not wishing to miss seeing how Dean's lips were wrapped around his cock.

"You're killin' me here."

He hummed, letting his tongue flatten and vibrate against the swollen cock stretching his lips. He slid down further, feeling the tip slid into his throat as he swallowed, ignoring his gag reflex as best as possible.

Within a few moments he'd added a second finger, scissoring and pumping them slowly before letting them crook to tease his prostate again.

Eliot could feel that hum going through his whole cock and go straight to his balls. Before long he started rocking himself slightly, back and forth between the mouth around him and the fingers urging him on. He was considerate enough to not do it rapidly as not to choke Dean, but he needed more friction.

"Yes... keep... do that t-thing with the throat again."

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